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Razha Qeithe The Northern Shrike About
“I am the wolf. God is the night I must not creep into.” 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: Fur-lined and thickly-woven, her attire is built around maximum warmth in the Coerthan wilderness. Despite the inherent utility of her wardrobe, there is still much ornamentation--particularly of the ceremonial garb often worn in spring- and summer-time. Beads of garnet-red and jade-green seem to be particular favorites of hers, along with coral jewelry the color of her eyes. Ornamental metal--hammered well--and chains of brass are other staples of her gear. Few of her belongings bear the traditional embroidery of her people, suggesting a personal preference more than anything. “God is fluent in language and ruin.”
“All my love—and all its ashes.”
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