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+ | :::''"General Aldynn, this is a great honor but I must confess I don't have any attire suitable to attend an audience with her Grace the Sultana."'' | ||
+ | :::''"Hmm. I don't think it's unfair to say that it is obvious that you are a stranger to our lands, do you perchance have access to the traditional garb of your people? That would suffice."'' | ||
+ | :::''"It would? Very well, if you are certain..."'' | ||
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+ | ''The Torgud tribe: This desert tribe does not wear any clothes, choosing instead to cover their bodies almost entirely in a white paint created from mud, lime, and bone meal. The paint helps to reflect the relentless desert sun.'' | ||
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+ | __NOTOC__ | ||
+ | {| width="100%" | ||
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+ | | colspan="8" style="vertical-align:top" | | ||
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+ | =Character= | ||
+ | {{Infobox-character | ||
+ | | name = | ||
+ | | image = Chotan.jpg | ||
+ | | imagewidth = 300 | ||
+ | | caption = | ||
+ | | title = | ||
+ | | gender = Futanari | ||
+ | | citizenship = Ul'dah | ||
+ | | race = Au Ra | ||
+ | | clan = Xaela | ||
+ | | stat_2 = Marital Status | ||
+ | | stat_2_value = Single | ||
+ | | stat_3 = Occupation | ||
+ | | stat_3_value = Gladiator | ||
+ | | stat_4 = Patron Deity | ||
+ | | stat_4_value = Menphina | ||
+ | | stat_5 = Age | ||
+ | | stat_5_value = 21 | ||
+ | | stat_6 = Orientation | ||
+ | | stat_6_value = Homosexual | ||
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+ | }} | ||
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:::''"General Aldynn, this is a great honor but I must confess I don't have any attire suitable to attend an audience with her Grace the Sultana."'' | :::''"General Aldynn, this is a great honor but I must confess I don't have any attire suitable to attend an audience with her Grace the Sultana."'' | ||
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"Come on." Ozbeg called through gritted teeth to the rest of the group. In an odd, detached way she noticed that Ozbeg was carrying her sword under his arm. She wondered vaguely who had taken her shield. | "Come on." Ozbeg called through gritted teeth to the rest of the group. In an odd, detached way she noticed that Ozbeg was carrying her sword under his arm. She wondered vaguely who had taken her shield. | ||
− | Nergui glared at Ozbeg as he left looking back at Chotan's battered form with something approaching despair. | + | Nergui glared at Ozbeg as he left looking back at Chotan's battered form with something approaching despair. She stormed over to him and angrily ripped Chotan's sword out of his arms and heaved it in her life-long enemy's direction. Chotan watched dully as it arced towards her landing ten feet away, point down in the loosely packed earth. It wobbled there for a moment before falling over. Nergui looked like she wanted to say something but eventually just closed her mouth again. |
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+ | "Come on." Ozbeg repeated flatly. "Let's go." | ||
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+ | Chotan watched their retreating backs until they vanished from view. | ||
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+ | "Hey, hey, hey! Have you heard? There's a trader from Thavan... Thav..." | ||
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+ | "Thavnair, dummy!" | ||
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+ | The children of the group were abuzz. An exotic beautiful woman, an ''elezen'', wearing ''clothing'' had come to the village looking to trade for the odd jade stones that the group had found the summer before. They'd been slowly trading them away a few at a time ever since. This new woman had offered to trade all of the remaining stones for the weapons that she had brought on the back of her bird drawn wagon. | ||
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+ | The elders had gone to their tent to discuss the proposition, the jade had proven extremely useful object of trade over the last few seasons and they'd given it liberally all over in exchange for all manner of products but good steel weapons were vanishingly rare in this arid land. Soon enough the children were shooed off by their parents who were worried that they would bother the strange woman which left her bemused and completely alone in the centre of the village. She'd been rather entertained by the children's fascination of her. | ||
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+ | As was so often the case no one had paid any mind to Chotan and she stood alone, starring at the strange woman. | ||
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+ | "Aren't you hot?" She eventually asked in a clear bright voice startling the elezen woman from her reverie. | ||
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+ | "Well yes, little miss." There'd been a little catch in her voice as she took the young girl's appearance in but she covered for her hesitation well she made sure to hold a bright friendly smile on her face to put the girl at her ease. "But I'd be hot no matter what I was wearing." | ||
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+ | Chotan flushed, at 13 years of age she was starting to become instantly recognisable to strangers as a woman albeit a strange one. Her curiosity overcame her hesitation. This was the first time she'd seen someone who wasn't a Torgud for many years. | ||
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+ | "Are you really from Thavnare?" she asked hesitantly. The woman smiling broadly hopped up on the back step of her cart and took a seat on the ledge above the back wheel. She patted the space beside her inviting the girl to sit. | ||
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+ | "No miss, I'm not. My clothes are, I thought they'd be suitable for the heat but alas... I'm from a place called Thanalan." Chotan stared back blankly. "In Aldenard. ...in Eorzea? Hold on, let me get a map." | ||
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+ | The two talked for hours while the elders slowly deliberated and everyone else dutifully ignored the stranger. The merchant told the girl about the vast trading house she worked for, the East Aldenard Trading company and the great glittering city of Ul'dah. Chotan for her part peppered the woman with endless questions, barely taking the time to process one answer before asking the next. Eventually she fell very quiet before asking the question that had been plaguing her thoughts since she had sat down. | ||
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+ | "Don't you think I'm weird?" she asked quietly. | ||
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+ | "Your body you mean?" a nod "No, not especially." Chotan's eyes shot open and her gaze snapped up. | ||
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+ | "What?" The woman shrugged. "It's not that unusual, at least in my neck of the woods, spend any time in the adventurer's guild in ul'dah and you'll start to see. I'd guess about one in every ten women who come through there have a body like yours." | ||
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+ | "I don't believe you." Chotan replied flatly. She didn't think to ask how the woman could ''tell'' what the adventurer's bodies were like. | ||
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+ | The woman laughed brightly but then fell silent as the wizened elders emerged from their tent, deliberations evidently finished. She hoped down from the cart and couldn't help but noticed they moved rather stiffly, their eyes somewhat puffy. | ||
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+ | "Looks like I've got work to do little miss..." | ||
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+ | She eventually allowed the elders to purchase the contents of her cart, despite trying to appear aloof they were desperate to get a hold of the contents, but only on the condition that one of better quality swords be given to the young girl who had been the only one in the whole village who had been kind enough to keep her company while the elders had napped through the afternoon. Shamefaced they had agreed readily. | ||
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+ | Chotan woke, still bound in the desert. The sun was climbing towards noon and she was not in the best shape. | ||
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+ | "Thal's... rotten... thrice dammned... balls." She grunted, willing stiff muscles to pull herself over towards where her sword lay on the sand. A stream of foreign curse words accompanied her every movement. Through dint of considerable effort and swearing she managed to pick up her sword in her teeth and lodge the cross guard in the sand. With every muscle burning she managed to cut her hands free of her bonds, her wrists had been rubbed red by the rough rope. Her hands free she began to unpick the knots tying her ankles together, she coiled the rope around her shoulders and made her way unsteadily to her feet. | ||
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+ | The tracks of her clanmates were still visible in the sand leading to the north. Leading home. ''Even if I follow them they're probably already...'' She turn and headed resolutely to the east. | ||
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+ | On the second day, after travelling from minor oasis to minor oasis she encountered an armed caravan of Qestir travelling out of Reunion. They eagerly gave her supplies after examining her sorry state, enough food for several days and a pair of water skins. She added the ragged rope to the simple pack they had given her and headed off in the tracks they had left. They had been characteristically unhelpful when asked for directions. | ||
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+ | She travelled in this way for several weeks. The food lasted her until she reached the great grasslands of the Azim Steppe where it became easier to forage for food, she croseed the Steppe cautiously avoiding people as much as possible. She knew from rumours that the Dotharl has a presence in the area. She didn't breath easy until she reached the boarders of Yanxia. | ||
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+ | Navigating the One River basin proved to be it's own challenge. She began travelling at night after the first man she'd met had screamed and ran, she looked quite frightful at this point only streaky patches of paint remained on her body, her hair was dishevelled and she had a wild look in her eyes, the second man she met had tried to kiss her and she wasn't sure which had disturbed her more. | ||
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+ | After several nighttime marches she had reached the edge of the ruby sea. She sat at the edge of the sea, up to her waist in the sea foam as the breakers crashed around her. The One River had been one thing but this... this was beyond anything she could comprehend. There was a way across the sea and then on and on to her destination but the enormity of the journey had stunned her. | ||
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+ | ''I've got to see it for myself. This place where people like me are perfectly normal... even if it's not real I... I have to keep moving.'' | ||
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+ | She strode determinedly into the pirate lair. ''The Ruby Price...'' Eyes followed her. She made her way over to the master of a boat that looked like it was about to leave. She held out her sword in as unthreatening manner as possible. | ||
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+ | "Would you trade me this sword for passage to Kugane?" She asked. "...and some clothes. Any kind will do." | ||
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+ | "And some coin besides." The ships master said speculatively, examining the sword. "This is a ''fine'' sword, although it's take a beating lately by the looks of things. You have any idea what a sword like this is worth?" | ||
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+ | "Some idea, yes." She said, her voice thick with emotion as she rubbed at long healed welts on her wrists. | ||
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+ | "Everything really." ''My life, my past, my future, my hope...'' "And more. But now... I've got places to be." | ||
+ | =General= | ||
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+ | ==General== | ||
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+ | ==Appearance== | ||
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+ | ==Personality== | ||
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+ | She is pragmatic, straight forward and earnest but while she might never let on her feelings are easily hurt. | ||
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+ | =Tendencies= | ||
+ | ==Likes== | ||
+ | ::* Warm days. She has heard of snow but refuses to believe that anywhere could ever be that cold or that anyone would choose to live anywhere where it could happen. | ||
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+ | ==Dislikes== | ||
+ | ::* All forms of clothing, especially armor. While she acknowledges the necessity of wearing armor and will use it she does so unwillingly. | ||
+ | ::* Her own body. Her unique body made her an outsider to her peers. | ||
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+ | ==Hobbies/Talents== | ||
+ | ::* Unusually skilled with a sword for one of her people but relatively poor with a spear - the preferred weapon of her tribe. | ||
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+ | ==Other== | ||
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+ | =Rumors= | ||
+ | ==Common Rumors== | ||
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+ | ==Moderate Rumors== | ||
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+ | ==Rare Rumors== | ||
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+ | ==PC Rumors== | ||
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+ | =History/Timeline= | ||
+ | ==Youth== | ||
+ | ::* Chotan was born in early spring to members of the Torgud tribe. A unique birth defect rendered her a pariah and her parents abandoned her at a young age to the care of the tribal elders who insisted that she was a sign from god and should be protected until the meaning of her birth was made clear. | ||
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+ | ==Adulthood== | ||
+ | ::* Separated from her tribe after a disastrous battle Chotan wandered the world before becoming a gladiator in Ul'dah. | ||
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+ | ==Present== | ||
+ | ::* After accidentally rendering a service to the Crown of Ul'dah she began a career as an adventurer and began to explore the rest of Eorzea. | ||
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+ | =Gallery= | ||
+ | ==Nothing there but ghosts and shadows== | ||
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+ | =Miscellaneous= | ||
+ | ::* If you want a conversation starter mention what she's wearing, she's bound to have something to say about it. | ||
+ | ::* Alternatively mention seeing her working as a gladiatrix, she's retired now but she'd be enthusiastic to meet someone who saw her matches. | ||
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+ | <headertabs /> | ||
+ | |} | ||
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+ | This Template was created by [[Deirdre Ta'ea]] and then modified into tabs by [[User:Unnamed Mercenary|Unnamed Mercenary]] | ||
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The most WIP WIP ever.
The Torgud tribe: This desert tribe does not wear any clothes, choosing instead to cover their bodies almost entirely in a white paint created from mud, lime, and bone meal. The paint helps to reflect the relentless desert sun.
This Template was created by Deirdre Ta'ea and then modified into tabs by Unnamed Mercenary GeneralGeneralAppearancePersonalityShe is pragmatic, straight forward and earnest but while she might never let on her feelings are easily hurt. TendenciesLikes
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