Kimah Hext
| Kimah Hext | |
 "If there is not a way, I will make a way." | |
| Gender | Female |
| Race | Hyur |
| Clan | Highlander |
| Citizenship | Unaffiliated |
| Age | Middle-aged |
| Guardian | Tribal Deity |
| Namesday | 17th Sun of the 1st Astral Moon |
| Orientation | Heterosexual |
| Server | Balmung |
Contents
★ Character ★
♦ General
The entirety of her existence Kimah has known one harsh truth: the weak suffer while the strong thrive. Her motives consist of self-preservation in a life that is a cruel joke with no impending punch line.
♦ Initial Impressions
- ■ Kimah is rather obese. Thick padding of fat hang over muscle honed by combat and hard labor.
- ■ Her voice is a husky baritone; her tongue treading with a heavy accent. Rarely is the pitch shrill.
- ■ Symmetrical henna designs have been permanently etched into the flesh of her limbs; the method for doing so is not easily identifiable. The gift of True Sight reveals that in fact -- her entire form is swaddled in it.
- ■ A good majority of her teeth upon peel back of her lips are either capped off with a mix of silver or gold.
♦ Appearance
- ■ Kimah stands as an imposing figure despite her height. Her physique is a natural sturdy obese pear shape; hips being broader than her shoulders. Her legs are short and thickset; expressly in the thighs. The woman's legs and hindside being her most defining identifier from a distance. While there is plenty of fat on her form, underneath is knit with naturally constructed muscle built up from years of withstanding blow after blow in the arena and more recent full days of backbreaking labor. She is not honed nor sculpted by weight resistance but rather molded by her lifestyle. Her excessive fat is a genetic trait of the line of women that came before her mother.
- ■ Scars delivered to her form by minor and life-threatening slashes and blows riddle Kimah in no particular order or pattern; portions of her are devoid, while others feature a pockmark of obvious sword slashes or stabs. For the most part, she is a woman of modesty aside light clothing to withstand desert heat, so most take little notice.
- ■ Her face relatively is narrow -- with significant chubbiness of her cheeks -- still managing to yield a strong chin. Her nose is large, semi-aquiline, and crooked from a multitude of breaks. Her swollen lips are broad enough to furnish her smile with an unsettling semblance; a favor done to all that it's not seen often. Kimah's most striking facial trait would have to be her eyes; not due to the honey-brown color nor how deeply they sit in her skull, but the residence of thick lashes and heavy eyelids accentuated by somber dark undereye bags.
- ■ Her thick, coarse black hair falls in a scatter of beach wavy rivulets. Every inch of it is massaged with oils to keep the fibers or her scalp from drying. Yet still, stray curliques border her hairline, framing her features. Two deliberately slicked down curls designate her sideburns. The tips of her hair seems to be constantly hand-dyed by coloring derived from surrounding plant life.
♦ Behaviour
Despite her extensive sense of humor, Kimah can easily be perceived as a tightly-wound coil. While a cool composure more often than not presides, the woman is guarded. Lengthy spans of time spent in her company reveals an undercurrent of passion beneath the surface; she seems consumed with an unspoken ambition and sense of her own personal brand of vindication.
« Habits »
- ■ Her hands are never at ease. Perpetually in motion, tending to an impulse to straighten her collar or smooth her hair back among the length of her bangs or a braid.
- ■ While she welcomes conversation and is quite engaging, Kimah tends to be rough around the edges and a no nonsense type of woman; as one would expect, this puts a massive strain on her interpersonal relationships. She tends to keep most at a distance with few friendships and a vast number of acquaintances. From her perspective, men tend to be intimidated by her overbearing personality & masculinity, limiting the woman's mindset to next to no entertainment of the idea of romantic or intimate relationships.
♦ Miscellany
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★ Combat ★
The following information isn't freely available knowledge IC. I'm placing it here for flavor & context.
Kimah's oasis tucked village -- situated within a desert mountain chain -- frequently withstood an assault from several rivaling settlements well into her teenage years. She considers her story hardly worth mentioning; merely being a percentage of a statistic of youth abducted from her home village during a routine raid. Her captors took keen note of her internal blaze scorching a trail through the desert heat, even while chained. They sold the brazen youth for a mildly fair price into an illegal gladiatorial circuit where Kimah not only found herself educated in the art of showmanship, but the regimen of sheer desperate survival.
Her craft is not the dramaturgy of the Ul'dahn coliseum; it is brutal, unorthodox, and a demonstration of sheer will to live. In an arena where savvy underworld businessmen and shady nobles combine coin for illicit entertainment, how fair a gladiator can fight toe-to-toe with another for good show does no good when the initial fight ends and the arenamaster pits the gladiator against the impossible odds of a hundred coeurl. She is a survivor of death matches pitting her against a band of her own and bloody sport the likes of seeing if her and her band of battle-hardened men can survive the onslaught of fifty starved men promised succor if they should tear the armored contenders apart.
It would seem that the gruesome tale ends when her and her fellow compatriots managed to spark a gory riot that rid them of their shackles.
★ Rumours ★
Character Rumours
- ■ Rumor carried on the wind is that the sturdy obese figure spotted throughout Ul'dah going by the name of "Kimah" is nothing more than your typical roaming vagrant in search of coin-earning labor.
★ Aesthetic ★
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★ Behind the Curtain ★
♦ The Player
Albeit an introvert and shy at first, I'm a friendly & sassy late twenties-year-old lady currently residing in the south. Role-play is absolutely my favorite hobby and I enjoy writing with pretty much everyone, so feel free to contact me OOC to initiate RP or simply walk up if she's in a public hub.
♦ Limits
I've been exposed to pretty much every mature theme imaginable as an editor at work; nothing can shock me. That said, I expect those that I am role-playing with to handle excessive gore/violence/torture maturely and be above the age of eighteen.
I work extremely long hours and sometimes my schedule is erratic. If you are interested in your character knowing Kimah ICly on a long-term basis, you must understand that my career comes before role-play.
