F'Dhai Tia

WORK IN PROGRESS race miqo'te clan seeker of the sun citizenship limsa lomisa height & weight 71 ilms / 14 stones age early thirties profession priate (pugilist) server balmung summary appearance misc tab1tab2 character Strength Dexterity Vitality Intelligence Mind Piety F'dhai (Dhai for short) Tia is a thirty-something miqo'te male that hasn't has fully grown up even though his body has. Between his ears, he's still stuck somewhere in his early twenties; a time where "planning-ahead" is for brine-addled seadogs, consequences mean dick-all, and living within a second is everything. His words are wrapped in a rich, sea-worn Limisian accent that's easy on the ears... if a bit hard to understand at times. Though he had been born into tribal life, Dhai was raised by the sea and tempered by the thrill-seeking bastards that dared to dance with death. These sea wolves were responsible for teaching life's hard lessons that being quick isn't enough; sometimes, the only solution is being strong enough to knock the problem on its ass and to stomp it a few times when it's down. His weapons of choice are his fists in an odd fighting style that favors decimating blows of roegadyn brawling combined with what's left of his native reflexes. He's also a decent stand-in for ship medic and can patch up scrapes and bruises. TEST Strength Dexterity Vitality Intelligence Mind Piety F'dhai (Dhai for short) Tia is a thirty-something miqo'te male that hasn't has fully grown up even though his body has. Between his ears, he's still stuck somewhere in his early twenties; a time where "planning-ahead" is for brine-addled seadogs, consequences mean dick-all, and living within a second is everything. His words are wrapped in a rich, sea-worn Limisian accent that's easy on the ears... if a bit hard to understand at times. Though he had been born into tribal life, Dhai was raised by the sea and tempered by the thrill-seeking bastards that dared to dance with death. These sea wolves were responsible for teaching life's hard lessons that being quick isn't enough; sometimes, the only solution is being strong enough to knock the problem on its ass and to stomp it a few times when it's down. His weapons of choice are his fists in an odd fighting style that favors decimating blows of roegadyn brawling combined with what's left of his native reflexes. He's also a decent stand-in for ship medic and can patch up scrapes and bruises.