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− | + | <div style="padding: 7px 4px;font-size:16px; color:#999999;font-family:Georgia;"><i>'''Each story read here is full of information that can be used against this character in what is known as meta-gaming. If any of this information is found used without consent, or learned without IC reasonings, it will resort in me cutting all IC and OOC contact from you. Please understand this is a mere history of this character and for the enjoyment, or dislike of those who wish to peruse.'''</i></div> | |
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+ | ! <div style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px; font-variant:small-caps;"><b>The Dotharl, Butchers of the Steppes</b></div> | ||
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+ | For turnings uncounted, the Dotharl tribe of Xaela have roamed the steppes of Othard, killing whomever they wished whenever and wherever they desired. They lack most forms of morality save for a few, and are taught from birth that life has no purpose beyond death, and that death is nothing to fear. | ||
+ | As such, they will fight at any excuse for as long as they wish, before departing again. They do not claim and cultivate territory, instead simply taking what they need and want from those that they fight. This raiding lifestyle means that any attempt to isolate and exterminate the tribe has ultimately failed, though it also ensures a high enough mortality rate that they never become too numerous. | ||
+ | They are particularly known for their disdain of the peaceful Raen. While none of the Xaela tribes (save for the Malaguld) are particularly fond of the Raen, the Dotharl view them as a direct affront to their own lifestyle, and raid them whenever possible. However, given the Raen’s tendency to live in cities, these raids rarely accomplish anything but meager loot and casualties. | ||
+ | Dotharl have little affection for one another, but will not tolerate outsiders speaking ill of their kin. Rather, they will happily pound or kill one another, but an outsider attempting to do the same will quickly find themselves far out of their depth. | ||
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+ | ! <div style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px; font-variant:small-caps;"><b>The Bloodsong Softens</b></div> | ||
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+ | Alaisia Bloodsong had spent her entire life fighting, training to fight, or waiting for either of the two former options to present themselves. She was good at it, too, besting seasoned warriors in duels before she saw fifteen summers, much to the loser’s chagrin and the observers’ hilarity. She attended many raids and assaults during her life, but it was during her twenty first year of life that everything changed. | ||
+ | The Kharlu and the Jhungid’s annual battle was about to begin, and the Elders had decided that it was really quite rude of the two tribes to have their little squabble without inviting the best warriors in all the land to join in. The fact that it was a personal issue between the two tribes for the purpose of claiming territory and resources was utterly irrelevant to the leaders of the Dotharl. Why should it matter what they were fighting about? The point was that they were fighting, and the Dotharl were going to go after both of them at the same time. | ||
+ | When the two clans joined battle, the Elders sounded the war-horns and the Dotharl swept out of the hills howling war-cries. They smashed into the two battling clans, who promptly put aside their differences to turn against their mutual enemy. The battle turned into a chaotic melee, everyone fighting everyone, and the ground became mud from the blood of hundreds. | ||
+ | Alaisia cut her way through the chaos into the Kharlu encampment, seeking loot of both the material and the flesh kind for herself, a not-unpopular way to gain prestige and power amongst her people. It was then, however, that she found herself face to face with a creature she had never seen before, what she would later find out was an elezen female. | ||
+ | A prisoner of the Kharlu, she none the less claimed a weapon to defend the women and children of her captors. Alaisia hesitated, admiring this foreign beauty that she found herself desiring to claim. However, something about her courage in the face of the blood-soaked Dotharl killer stayed Alaisia’s hand, calmed the singing of her blood. She found herself reluctant to harm the girl and those she protected. Instead, against all expectations, she showed them a way to escape and kept other pillaging Dotharl from catching them. | ||
+ | Over the following months, she found herself sparing enemies, both combatant and civilian, more and more, in direct opposition to both her upbringing and the commands of the Elders. Finally, she was discovered and forced to flee. The Dotharl caught up to her and exacted punishment on her flesh, leaving her a tortured, bleeding wreck near death. | ||
+ | Fate, however, had a different plan. | ||
+ | The Elezen she had spared had appeared as if by magic, hands shimmering with healing magic and compassionate eyes. The Elezen, who introduced herself as Astrelle De’bayle in broken Xaelic, had healed her wounds and carried her to safety. | ||
+ | When she recovered, she swore that she would be more than what her upbringing had made her. She would be like this Elezen and her people. She would protect those who couldn’t protect themselves, rescue those in need. Just as Astrelle had for her. | ||
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+ | ! <div style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px; font-variant:small-caps;"><b>The Sails to Eorzea</b></div> | ||
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+ | For several years did Alaisia remain at Astrelle’s side, learning the language and culture of Eorzea and teaching the Ishgardian Xaelic in turn. However, word soon reached Alaisia’s ears that the Dotharl knew of her survival and were searching for her. Unwilling to put her dear friend in danger, the renegade Dotharl had lied, claiming she was going to Eorzea to fight against the Primal threat. | ||
+ | Finding one of the Dotharl search parties, she crushed them and informed them that she was leaving Othard behind, and that anyone who continued to hunt her would not return to their homeland, before she left them to report to their Elders. | ||
+ | Boarding a merchant ship, she cast one final look at her homeland, and the smiling and waving Elezen on the docks, until they fell from view. Resolute in her decision, she pushed aside the pain at the knowledge that she would never again see Astrelle and looked to the feature. | ||
+ | As Fate would have it, the gods willed that the pair would meet again on the warm, sandy shores of Costa Del Sol. | ||
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