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| − | '''VISAGE:''' The distinct centerpiece of Rageant's face is the ever-present frown he wears. Smiles seem to come rarely to the Miqo'te, and one might glean from his often distant stare that he has little to smile about indeed. He has but his left eye, as his right is disfigured and concealed by an eyepatch, but his remaining eye is striking with a vibrant shade of brown. There is pain in that eye, mixed with something else; something like an intolerance, a loathing for his lot. He has a dark complexion and the face of a Miqo'te in his thirties who has aged too quickly, but it is difficult to tell due to the tribal tattoos that adorn his face, camouflaging what may be creases or wrinkles developing.
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| − | Rageant Lacordaire volunteers little and so it is difficult to be certain which facets of his personality define him versus those which enslave him. Most notable is his temper which earned his somewhat of a questionable reputation during his time in Sharlayan and Ishgard alike. He was impatient, impertinent, and sarcastic; he maintained decorum and utilized honorifics as if they stood on uncertain ground like to crumble beneath a tirade of criticism. Age has smoothened his demeanor however; his temper is concealed though perhaps visible through the window of his single, critical eye. As his rage has become tempered, hostility and offense are not easily elicited of him but still he responds poorly to continuous disrespect.
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| − | Ragi'zi Jiube was born underneath the Shroud to a matriarchal Miqo'te tribe of Keepers of the Moon. He is, true to his namesake, the ninth son of Ragi which is a particularly unusual development, for the mothers of his race rarely bear males unto the world. Indeed, it was said in hushed whispers and within the privacy of yurt that Ragi was cursed to bear no female heir, fecund though she was an eager for the attempt. Ragi'zi was viewed as a veritable final failure, an avatar of disappointment, for as far as he knew she never succeeded in birthing her precious daughter and he was her last attempt. If yet he has a sister, he knows not, for he departed his tribe as a young age. Before such a time he was a hunter who procured sustenance for his kin, as with so many sons it was reasonable to expect that the matriarch Ragi would put them to use. The hunt fostered associations with the outside world, mainly the various hunting clans though not one so prestigious as Centurio, and led him to become an adventurer and escape his undesirable lot as a laborer for a birthplace that did not want him. It wasn't long before that adventuring life led him to the Path of the Twelve.
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| − | : [https://ragizi.tumblr.com/ Borderline derelict tumblr]
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