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| − | <font style="color: #000; letter-spacing: 0em;" | + | <font style="color: #000; letter-spacing: 0em;">Slender yet lean, Razha's body is one molded wholly by the brutality of her homeland and the people that lurk within it. Tall and framed with hard muscle, physical strength asserts itself as one of her strong suits, allowing her to swing her headsman's axe with ease. The severe line of her jaw and the broad line of her nose give her face a stern quality--one that is almost undermined by her large, dewy eyes. Her face is often painted in a variety of designs, and thus she is able to compensate for what she lacks in natural ferocity. Though young, her eyes contain a precocious wisdom and knowledge of the way of the world. |
'''Scars & Markings:''' As befits the life of a warrior, Razha's body is littered with scars both new and old. Only a few stand out against her pale skin, and she has long since stopped keeping track of their origins. Most striking about her is her missing eye, the flesh around it mottled and scarred in a way that suggests a traumatic removal. Her tail is docked and--no longer the long, tapering appendage it once was--is now no longer than two ilms. | '''Scars & Markings:''' As befits the life of a warrior, Razha's body is littered with scars both new and old. Only a few stand out against her pale skin, and she has long since stopped keeping track of their origins. Most striking about her is her missing eye, the flesh around it mottled and scarred in a way that suggests a traumatic removal. Her tail is docked and--no longer the long, tapering appendage it once was--is now no longer than two ilms. | ||
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Razha Qeithe The Northern Headsman  About
“She held each sorrow like a chafing grain and grew her grudges like pearls.”  Slender yet lean, Razha's body is one molded wholly by the brutality of her homeland and the people that lurk within it. Tall and framed with hard muscle, physical strength asserts itself as one of her strong suits, allowing her to swing her headsman's axe with ease. The severe line of her jaw and the broad line of her nose give her face a stern quality--one that is almost undermined by her large, dewy eyes. Her face is often painted in a variety of designs, and thus she is able to compensate for what she lacks in natural ferocity. Though young, her eyes contain a precocious wisdom and knowledge of the way of the world. Scars & Markings: As befits the life of a warrior, Razha's body is littered with scars both new and old. Only a few stand out against her pale skin, and she has long since stopped keeping track of their origins. Most striking about her is her missing eye, the flesh around it mottled and scarred in a way that suggests a traumatic removal. Her tail is docked and--no longer the long, tapering appendage it once was--is now no longer than two ilms. Voice: Her voice is severe and carries easily, containing the distinct northern tang of Coerthan huntspeak even when speaking Eorzean. She speaks like a woman far older than she is, with a self-assuredness that has not, perhaps, been entirely earned yet. Clothing: wip “God is fluent in language and ruin.”
“All my love—and all its ashes.”
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