Jajara Jara
 Jajara Jara
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| Gender | Female |
| Race | Lalafell |
| Clan | Dunesfolk |
| Citizenship | Ul'dah |
| Nameday | 10th Sun, Fifth Umbral Moon |
| Guardian | Byregot |
Contents
Character
General Info
(( WIP. Information will be updated as this character is smoothed out. @_@ Last updated: 9/20/13! ))
Appearance
Short even for a Lalafell, Jajara Jara makes up for it somewhat with a stout and surprisingly muscular frame: a detail often overlooked given her race's inherent rotundity. Her skin is dark and, while unmarked by scars, bears a stylized and possibly ritualistic tattoo across her face in reddish ink which gives her an almost intense appearance when also taking vibrant nearly flame-orange eyes into account. Her hair takes on hues of reds and violets and is worn fairly short and tied into two loose braids at her neck.
The clothing she prefers is loose fitting and easy to move in. She has little taste for the fineries of silk and lace but makes exception for jewelry. Favored colors span between humble earthtones and gaudy reds, oranges, and yellows.
Personality & Philosophy
Generally good natured almost to the point of naivety, Jajara is quick to trust most anyone who isn't holding a weapon to her throat. An unapologetic optimist, she tends to see the good in people and strives to do good herself. Smiles and laughter come easily to her. She holds personal honor and promises to be paramount as while Ul'dah may be a city that runs on secrets and gil, a person is nothing if they cannot be trusted with either. She would not call herself an "adventurer" per se but she has been known to strike out onto the road at the behest of strangers in need of help, but rarely without compensation. She is a child of the Dunesfolk, after all, and remains loyal to her kin, her nation, and the prospect of coin in her pockets.
Jajara is generally observant of laws and traditions and would be a most unlikely criminal. She is a terrible liar.
While she does not necessarily practice any sort of fervent worship of the Twelve, she and her family have traditionally honored both Oschon the Wanderer and Byregot the Builder above all else.
Combat
Jajara has had to assist in maintaining the safety of her family's caravan and has trained in basic pugilist technique since a fairly young age. There is a certain grace in using the body as a weapon - particularly a body which most would dismiss as she is unimposing to say the least. While she can be rather easy going with other things in life, she does take training seriously and puts herself through an exercise regimen twice daily to maintain her physical condition.
She is not very magically inclined and as such avoids spellweaving as much as possible.
Tendencies
Likes
- Stories
- Water
- Gold and gemstones
- Fruit
- Stars
Dislikes
- Solitude
- Liars
- Cruelty
- Travel by water vessel
Hobbies/Talents
- She is so far lacking in actual training but she had in the past proven herself as somewhat adept with metallurgy and so she has taken an interest in working for either the Blacksmiths or Goldsmiths guilds.
- Musical instruments would likely fall apart in her hands, but she does have a decent singing voice.
- She might tell people she is an excellent cook, but this is a lie.
Other
- (( WIP! ))
Relationships
Family
Until recently, Jajara Jara had been travelling with a small nomadic dunebeast caravan that included her mother, an uncle, two grandmothers, and several of siblings and cousins. Her father and other aunts and uncles had presumably perished at the Calamity. She does not remain on speaking terms with her mother, which is fortunate as her mother has sent no indication of wanting to resume contact at all.
Friends
Jajara has joined the company known as XI:7 under the leadership of Garryson Shipmender and has made many friends therein. Her closest friend would be the Miqo'te, Reverend.
Enemies
As of yet she has made no enemies and very much intends to stay that way. Naturally she holds an version to the Amal'jaa but would not go so far as to declare them a personal, mortal enemy.
Rumors
Common Rumors
- "That girl sure is nice enough but she can be a bit dense."
- "Yeah, I seen her around the Goldsmith's guild a lot. She's a far cry from the Guildmaster but she's not that bad. Seems to take a lot of pride in her work."
- "Never seen her in a fight but I reckon she could pack a punch. You ever seen a Lalafell built like that? Not outside the Coliseum, you don't."
Moderate Rumors
- "Someone told me she ran out on a family debt of some sort, but I don't know what that might mean exactly. I don't think she has any family here. Seems to be the point."
- "They'll sit up on the deck for hours, those two. Lalafell and a Miqo'te. Do you think they're really...?"
Rare Rumors
- "Well some comes in to the shop drenched in sweat, covered in sand, and she drops this ring on the counter. Looked like some kind of wedding ring, real old fashioned thing. Tell truth, I only gave her the gil cause she looked like hell."
History/Timeline
(( Still something of a WIP! ))
Jajara Jara was born in the deserts of Thanalan, yet another branch of an surprisingly expansive family tree who roamed the sands. Her clan travelled the sands upon the backs of a four dunebeasts, the largest of which was a wizened old thing named after an honored ancestor, Beberimu Jajarimu. They made their living trading hand-woven cloaks and blankets and prided themselves on their dyeing techniques, making use of most any plants or leftover animal parts to produce vibrant dyes with which to enhance their craft. Jajara never really picked up on either trade, taking more interest in more martial affairs. It was not long after her birth that many of her kin were called away to help in the coming war against the Imperial threat and so she took it upon herself to learn to defend her family in the absence of the more capable members of her clan. Vultures of all shapes are never far in the desert and with their number easily halved they were made dangerously vulnerable.
Life was rather uneventful, however, and her skills were rarely ever put to use aside from the occasional ambush from wild mongrels or angry hammerbeaks. The Calamity saw fit to return nearly none of her kin to them and those that did return were scarred and largely unfit for work. What had remained were mostly elders and younglings alike, hardly suited for maintaining the clan and their beasts alike for much longer. It was decided then that they would seek out a sister herd and arrange to be taken into the fold rather than wait to be picked off by the elements if they were lucky or the beastmen if they were not. Sever weeks later they were officially joined with a herd led by a relatively close relative (Jajara's grandmother's sister and husband) and prospects for survival rose dramatically.
It was not too long after that Jajara Jara took leave of the caravan and turned instead for the city. Common talk among the clanfolk was that an unwelcome courtship and subsequent proposal had a large part to play in her desire to leave, but gossip is just gossip and only Jajara knows for sure what turned her away from the open dunes.
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