Luha Dalaan

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Luha Dalaan

"Coin's what bore me; figure it'll be the thing to kill me, too."

Vitals ■ Name: Luha Dalaan ■ Gender: Female ■ Age and Nameday: 27; 32nd, 4UM ■ Height and Weight: 4'10, 100 ponze ■ Orientation: Pansexual

Tidbits ■ Place of Birth: Limsa Lominsa ■ Citizenship: Undeclared ■ Patron Deity: Oschon the Wanderer ■ Occupation: Information Broker/Leader of Odin's Avarice ■ Race and Clan: Miqo'te, Keepers of the Moon

The Basics

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Likes ■ Rain/snow ■ Expensive liquor ■ Sailing ■ Copious amounts of gil ■ Stargazing

Dislikes ■ The morally stringent ■ Classism ■ Airships ■ Hot weather ■ Magitek

Strengths ■ Stealth and subterfuge ■ Sociable ■ Archery ■ Mathematically gifted ■ Resourceful

Weaknesses ■ Distrusting ■ Self-serving ■ Transient loyalties ■ Emotionally repressed ■ Illiterate

Quirks ■ Hand-talker ■ Talks in her sleep ■ Hums to herself ■ Oral fixation

Motivations ■ Acquiring wealth ■ Wanderlust ■ Hedonism

Other ■ Alignment: True Neutral ■ Vice(s): Drinking, gambling, stealing, drug use ■ Favorite Food: Shepherd's Pie ■ Favorite Drink: Lavender Tea ■ Favorite Color: Dark Blue

Appearance & Personality

Luha is a lithe-framed Keeper who stands on the shorter end of the average height for her people. Spending a good two hours of each day focused on her physical training, she is trim with visible muscle tone beneath her light gray skin. Her dark red hair is almost always pulled back into a long pony tail, which is usually tucked under her signature hat; an item of clothing she is scarcely seen without. Her wide, almond eyes of aquamarine stare out into the world with a playful look of amusement, accompanied by her darkened nose and smirking painted lips. She dresses almost exclusively in blue and wears light clothing that is easy to move in, cool, and comfortable, favoring function over fashion. Her ears are adorned with three piercings each and her throat with shining necklaces, though with no piece of jewelry resembling anything expensive. While she rarely carries any weapons openly, she'a never without a concealed knife or two. What truly ties her aesthetic of "just the girl you weren't looking for" together, though, is her unique assortment of scars. One across her right eye from a a heated argument with her mother; another slashed down the right side of her jaw from a particularly feisty bounty; a small chip out of her right ear from a miscalculated dodge; three from Carteneau alone, one slashing into the front of her left hip, the second a round mark of a gunshot in her left shoulder, and the last a burn along her lower right calf and ankle; several slashing across her upper back, hinting at talons; the most recent a gash matching on the front and back of her left hand from pissing off the wrong somnus smuggler just after testing his product.

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Combat & Weaponry

Luha's preferred combat style is ranged and she will avoid melee combat as much as she possibly can. Skilled in archery after training for the majority of her life in a mercenary company, she's able to dismantle squads of men from yalms away. That's not to say she can't hold her own while scrapping, but it's through no manner of skill. With a dagger in her hand, Luha will result to any means to walk away alive, which can lead to a great deal of dirty fighting. Shots below the belt, hidden weapons, dirt throwing, biting and clawing only scratch the surface of how low she's willing to sink. Needless to say, she usually refuses to accept duels or challenges.

Biography

Childhood

Luha was born in a brothel to one of Limsa Lominsa's many prostitutes, a woman named Shi'ata. It was that simple beginning that would define her childhood. As soon as she was able to walk and talk, she would take to the docks to pick-pocket sailors and beg for food. Should neither of those activities bear fruit, she would take to chasing down rats and attempting to catch fish with her hands. When night would creep around, Luha and the other brothel children would be locked in a room with several blankets and pillows and nothing but their imaginations to entertain them. They would spend their time like most children do, playing pretend and dreaming of what their life would be like if they had been born to different parents, all while ignoring what they knew was happening in the rooms outside. Luha wasn't naive, she understood what it was her mother did for a living, even if she wasn't aware of just what exactly that meant. Her relationship with her mother was complicated, to say the least. Shi'ata wasn't a cruel woman and, more often than not, was a very loving and dutiful caretaker. Still, given her line of work she made a point of sending her daughter away as often as possible in hopes of keeping her innocence in tact. This forged a rift between the two, leaving Luha to believe that her mother resented her.

When she wasn't being punished by the brothel's owner for souring transactions or being dragged around the city by Yellow Jackets, Luha would spend her time racing around La Noscea, every day pushing the boundaries of the world around her. She would sit on hilltops and wave to the ships coming into port, dreaming of the day when she would be able to leave on one of them herself. That dream never faded; the fantasy of wanting to buy a ship and sail into the unknown world past Eorzea would be something to stick with her through adulthood.

Adolescence

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Adulthood

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Present

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Miscellaneous

"I don't deal in flesh. Well, live flesh anyway." "Hells bells!" "I don't have a drinking habit, I have a habit of drinking." "Ah, Limsa, with its unmistakable smell of piss, fish, and shame." "The problem with Seeker males is that they were gifted with two heads, and yet actively choose to only think with one."

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  Take me to church.

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  Even criminals need time to relax.

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  Ishgard's lovely this time of year.

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  Art by the lovely [Io Saar]

Rumors Some of these rumors are untrue or are greatly exaggerated. Please feel free to add your own rumors under PC! Common Rumors (easily overheard) ■ "Never play cards with that girl if yer 'oldin' or wearin' anythin' valuable. She'll leave ye walkin' 'ome stark naked." -Disgruntled Gambler ■ "She'd sell her own mum if the coin was good." -Shady Smuggler ■ "Lass definitely 'gets around', if you know what I mean. Probably doesn't even know whose bed she crawled out of this morning." -Awkwardly Shifting Mercenary Moderate Rumors (moderately difficult to overhear) ■ "Luha? Such a sweetheart, comes in here a lot, and not for the reason you'd think. She pays us just to talk to her! Gives us a nice break from the usual scum." -Ul'dahn Prostitute ■ "Savin' up for somffin' big, she is. Saw 'er 'andin' over some ungodly amoun'a coin t'a retainer once. Then she wen' an' tossed a few coins t'me!" -Wide-Eyed Lominsan Street Urchin ■ "Used to run with The Black Bloods, I hear. Bunch of murdering outlaws who call themselves mercenaries. Can't trust people like that." -Black Shroud Tavern Waitress Rare Rumors (very difficult or rarely overheard) ■ "She thinks no one here remembers her, but I know that girl. Brothel brat who used to harass the sailors and pickpocket merchants. She's the bastard child of a whore and not much else." -Retired Yellow Jacket ■ "Helped slaughter a whole family out in Coerthas some years back. Could never forget the face of someone who does somethin' like that. Don't think she woulda, were it not for that captain of hers; she spilled her guts right afterwards." -Solemn Sellsword PC Rumors (rumors from the characters of other players) ■ ■ ■ ■

Relations ♥ Committed To ♥ Romantic Interest ♥ Platonic Love ♥ Sexual Desire ● Good Standing ● Poor Standing ● Neutral ♥ Name : Description

Footnotes

Template by Bancroft Gairn with a few edits by me.

Theme Song:

Mack the Knife

The Parting Glass

Song on the Beach; Photograph

TV Tropes:

Damn, It Feels Good to Be a Gangster

Only in It for the Money

Even Evil Has Standards

Combat Pragmatist

Nice Hat