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| − | + | Proud daughter of an aether researcher, the Lynx tribe of La Noscea was known to be hunters of knowledge rather than that of beasts. Being brought up to learn to read, she developed a knack for thaumatergy at a young age and begun her steps into becoming a powerful mage. What happened inside the tribe however was less of simple knowledge gathering, but rather a hunt and conquest for power by the Nuhn, Master X'Dhen and it was not fully known to the tribe at all until much later on. Knowledge gathering of the common magical arts gradually grew to deeper, more treacherous depths. The Void. After obtaining a book that gave convincing words of the forbidden knowledge of black magic and the methods to obtain such power, X'Dhen was fully driven to grasp everything the book offered. The tome however was nothing more than lies, the actual knowledge of black magic was vastly different to the one mentioned in the strange book yet despite the warnings of the tribe, X'Dhen took the words of the book seriously and followed every command. | |
| − | + | This all resulted in the summoning of a very powerful voidsent. | |
| − | + | Due to the voidsent being unable to enter the physical realm without a host, due to it's power being too great to push through the barrier that held to two realms apart, X'Dhen offered his own tribe in sacrifice and such a voidsent relished upon the vast amounts of aether. Both the creature and X'Dhen went on a murderous rampage, taking the lives of as many of the Lynx tribe as possible. Septhaja was almost taken herself had she not fended for her life purely out of instinct, the fear of her father's violent and psychologically distorted face caused her to cast fire upon her father... burning him alive. Running from the horror of what became of the whole tribe, she retreated to the shores and hide away until everything had died down. | |
| − | + | A few days later, the eleven summers old miqo'te entered Aleport in half burned clothes and tears. | |
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| − | + | Over the years X'Septha has worked as a mercenary and as a researcher, still fully devoted to the collection of knowledge as her tribe once did. In her travels she has come across many tomes and incredible amounts of information, some leading to a very dark path. Like father, like daughter, X'Septha also fell into the idea of obtaining vasts amounts of power but unlike her father she acquired the correct form. The knowledge of black magic and it's former devotees, the residents of Mhach. Such knowledge, as she sooner discovered, was something she was not to know and whilst even it's most basics have proven to be incredibly useful it also made her cocky. In her head was the ability to annihilate anything and anyone and she took that in stride during every job until it came to bite her back. During an escort of a rich merchant, she threw herself into combat without realising that her inexperience with escorts would be her undoing. In an attempt to save the merchant, her left arm was mostly cleaved off, leaving but half of her upper arm to bleed out. Had it not been for the good number of healers that day, she would not have made it and that would sit in her gut for the rest of her days. Her attitude did not improve so well as she simply blamed the merchant and his horrid guards (who were rather poor at their job as some had ran off with the money in hand), fueling what ended up becoming an outward appearance of being disgusted and grumpy. Such an appearance ultimately kept people away from her, her only interactions were with employers and nothing else. | |
| − | + | Despite it all, one particular job changed her fate rather rapidly. Another escort that resulted in an unusual event of joining a group and the meeting of two individuals, [[Arcian Martell]] and [[Brave Horizon]]. | |
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Septha's figure stands as someone exceptionally scrawny, lacking both fat and muscle in her figure. Her hair is long, dark brown and tends to be tied in a middle height ponytail and out of the eyes. It's rarely seen without the ponytail. She possesses tribal paint across her face, though it changes depending on the situation or cause, however a gem on her forehead remains in the same place regardless and is never moved. To outsides her manner of standing is very straight, the posture imposing and intimidating to those that dare to be nearby. Her silver white eyes constantly glare regardless of the expression, presenting a very threatening look even if she does not mean it. | Septha's figure stands as someone exceptionally scrawny, lacking both fat and muscle in her figure. Her hair is long, dark brown and tends to be tied in a middle height ponytail and out of the eyes. It's rarely seen without the ponytail. She possesses tribal paint across her face, though it changes depending on the situation or cause, however a gem on her forehead remains in the same place regardless and is never moved. To outsides her manner of standing is very straight, the posture imposing and intimidating to those that dare to be nearby. Her silver white eyes constantly glare regardless of the expression, presenting a very threatening look even if she does not mean it. | ||
| − | Under the hood, so to speak, reveals small evidence to her intimidating presence. She bears no arms, both removed at different lengths and each on bearing an entirely different appearance as if holding a story of what has occurred. Her left arm shows a shoulder almost lost, | + | Under the hood, so to speak, reveals small evidence to her intimidating presence. She bears no arms, both removed at different lengths and each on bearing an entirely different appearance as if holding a story of what has occurred. Her left arm shows a shoulder almost lost, only half of her upper arm remaining relatively healthy. Her right possesses a stump that cuts right to the shoulder, a not so clean cut from the slight jagged scarring but possessing signs of a rushed amputation along with severe burns. |
=== '''● Apparel''' === | === '''● Apparel''' === | ||
| − | Septha's wardrobe is ever changing, not due to her constant flow of clothing but due to her lack of care. She tends to wear through clothing very quickly and as such what she wears can be unpredictable. The common theme is to cover the arms as much as possible to hide their prosthetic nature due to insecurity. Her comfort is pants over skirts and dresses, allowing freedom of movement. Robes are a common wear, the more accessible for pants they are the better. Gloves are a must wear outside and she is almost never seen without, once again due to insecurities. Colour themes are usually dark, | + | Septha's wardrobe is ever changing, not due to her constant flow of clothing but due to her lack of care. She tends to wear through clothing very quickly and as such what she wears can be unpredictable. The common theme is to cover the arms as much as possible to hide their prosthetic nature due to insecurity. Her comfort is pants over skirts and dresses, allowing freedom of movement. Robes are a common wear, the more accessible for pants they are the better. Gloves are a must wear outside and she is almost never seen without, once again due to insecurities. Colour themes are usually dark, avoiding too much bright colours. |
Latest revision as of 02:21, 9 November 2016
| X'Septhaja Mira Dhen | |
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| Gender | Female |
| Race | Miqo'te |
| Clan | Seeker |
| Citizenship | Unaffiliated |
| Age | 19 (states she's 24) |
| Guardian | Nald'Thal |
| Occupation | Researcher, eccentric asshole. |
| Server | Balmung |
Character
● History
Proud daughter of an aether researcher, the Lynx tribe of La Noscea was known to be hunters of knowledge rather than that of beasts. Being brought up to learn to read, she developed a knack for thaumatergy at a young age and begun her steps into becoming a powerful mage. What happened inside the tribe however was less of simple knowledge gathering, but rather a hunt and conquest for power by the Nuhn, Master X'Dhen and it was not fully known to the tribe at all until much later on. Knowledge gathering of the common magical arts gradually grew to deeper, more treacherous depths. The Void. After obtaining a book that gave convincing words of the forbidden knowledge of black magic and the methods to obtain such power, X'Dhen was fully driven to grasp everything the book offered. The tome however was nothing more than lies, the actual knowledge of black magic was vastly different to the one mentioned in the strange book yet despite the warnings of the tribe, X'Dhen took the words of the book seriously and followed every command.
This all resulted in the summoning of a very powerful voidsent.
Due to the voidsent being unable to enter the physical realm without a host, due to it's power being too great to push through the barrier that held to two realms apart, X'Dhen offered his own tribe in sacrifice and such a voidsent relished upon the vast amounts of aether. Both the creature and X'Dhen went on a murderous rampage, taking the lives of as many of the Lynx tribe as possible. Septhaja was almost taken herself had she not fended for her life purely out of instinct, the fear of her father's violent and psychologically distorted face caused her to cast fire upon her father... burning him alive. Running from the horror of what became of the whole tribe, she retreated to the shores and hide away until everything had died down.
A few days later, the eleven summers old miqo'te entered Aleport in half burned clothes and tears.
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Over the years X'Septha has worked as a mercenary and as a researcher, still fully devoted to the collection of knowledge as her tribe once did. In her travels she has come across many tomes and incredible amounts of information, some leading to a very dark path. Like father, like daughter, X'Septha also fell into the idea of obtaining vasts amounts of power but unlike her father she acquired the correct form. The knowledge of black magic and it's former devotees, the residents of Mhach. Such knowledge, as she sooner discovered, was something she was not to know and whilst even it's most basics have proven to be incredibly useful it also made her cocky. In her head was the ability to annihilate anything and anyone and she took that in stride during every job until it came to bite her back. During an escort of a rich merchant, she threw herself into combat without realising that her inexperience with escorts would be her undoing. In an attempt to save the merchant, her left arm was mostly cleaved off, leaving but half of her upper arm to bleed out. Had it not been for the good number of healers that day, she would not have made it and that would sit in her gut for the rest of her days. Her attitude did not improve so well as she simply blamed the merchant and his horrid guards (who were rather poor at their job as some had ran off with the money in hand), fueling what ended up becoming an outward appearance of being disgusted and grumpy. Such an appearance ultimately kept people away from her, her only interactions were with employers and nothing else.
Despite it all, one particular job changed her fate rather rapidly. Another escort that resulted in an unusual event of joining a group and the meeting of two individuals, Arcian Martell and Brave Horizon.
● Appearance
Septha's figure stands as someone exceptionally scrawny, lacking both fat and muscle in her figure. Her hair is long, dark brown and tends to be tied in a middle height ponytail and out of the eyes. It's rarely seen without the ponytail. She possesses tribal paint across her face, though it changes depending on the situation or cause, however a gem on her forehead remains in the same place regardless and is never moved. To outsides her manner of standing is very straight, the posture imposing and intimidating to those that dare to be nearby. Her silver white eyes constantly glare regardless of the expression, presenting a very threatening look even if she does not mean it.
Under the hood, so to speak, reveals small evidence to her intimidating presence. She bears no arms, both removed at different lengths and each on bearing an entirely different appearance as if holding a story of what has occurred. Her left arm shows a shoulder almost lost, only half of her upper arm remaining relatively healthy. Her right possesses a stump that cuts right to the shoulder, a not so clean cut from the slight jagged scarring but possessing signs of a rushed amputation along with severe burns.
● Apparel
Septha's wardrobe is ever changing, not due to her constant flow of clothing but due to her lack of care. She tends to wear through clothing very quickly and as such what she wears can be unpredictable. The common theme is to cover the arms as much as possible to hide their prosthetic nature due to insecurity. Her comfort is pants over skirts and dresses, allowing freedom of movement. Robes are a common wear, the more accessible for pants they are the better. Gloves are a must wear outside and she is almost never seen without, once again due to insecurities. Colour themes are usually dark, avoiding too much bright colours.
Personality
● Alignment
Chaotic Neutral - Septha tends to spend most of her life on a whim, most of her actions being spontaneous. Her actions are extremely unpredictable and her disdain view on law and order generally broadens her options on actions. Self interest drives her the most, yet anyone with strong knowledge on her still have a hard time understanding what she's going to do next.
● Motivations/Goals
Aside from her constant self loathing, Septha has no motivations nor goals in life. She lives her life how she wishes, the things she wishes to do change constantly like the weather. As of late however she's taken to teaching her new companion "Fidget" to understand her and understand the world around him, along with what he needs to do to aid Septha. Even her magic, heavily thaumatergy, does not seem a goal or motivation and she seems to continue her study at her own pace rather than full dedication like most mages.
● Disposition
Septha has a driving personality when it comes to keeping people away from her. She can and will shove people away, through intimidation or constant flat out rejection. If people continue to persist and she doesn't have any fondness for them, she can resort to violence to shoo them away. This however is merely a protective shell for her thoughts and feelings. Her true nature is one that is constantly on edge. She is genuinely afraid of the world around her, the more bad things that happen the worse this fear grows and as such she is never seen truly content nor happy. Good things tend to put her pain and fear at ease, but only temporary and the numb feeling dulls out over time. Instead of outright dealing with the situation and seek aid from others, she outright gone and pushed people away instead and to hide her true motives and feelings around those she feels comfortable around. The closer she gets with a person, the more she starts to open up the more pain and fear she starts to feel.
To her, she knows fully well everything she does to everyone is a lie, but a lie she deems as something she has to do to ease the pain of the trauma she's experienced.
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Rumours
● Player Character Rumours
- ■ "Despite all the insults, Sweet Raven is probably one of the most caring people I have ever met. You just...have to put a lot of work into getting through the thorns on that rose." -Leon Greymoon
- ■ "'Septha is a mystery, but it's the sort of mystery you just know will reveal a wonderful surprise. She's...a little hard, and might come off as one who isn't fond of people, but...it can't be true for someone with that kind of selflessness and love." -Reima Awen
- ■ "'Hates everything?' What the hells are you talking about? She's very kind and generous, and sharp as a tack to boot." -Striding Oak
- ■ "'Deep down beneath all that crazy...is still more crazy." -Kail Gerrad
● Footnotes
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