Mikh'a Galanai
 Koh'te Galanai
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| Gender | Male |
| Race | Miqo'te |
| Clan | Keeper of the Moon |
| Citizenship | Limsa Lominsa |
Contents
Character
General
Koh'te is an adventurer by name, a mercenary by trade, and a hired thug by occupation. Truthfully, his jobs only tend to revolve around guarding people and things, and he rarely leaves the city and surrounding areas. He's got connections to the darker parts of Limsa Lominsa and often does work for, with, and under people that're no doubt dabbling in the illegal side of piracy. His life mainly revolves around working a few jobs he finds, saving money, and going to the Gold Saucer. Where he proceeds to spend it all. Literally. He's found himself unable to purchase a ticket back to Limsa Lominsa multiple times. Each time he's gotten away via pickpocketing or straight-up mugging some hapless rich fellow. They don't need all that money, anyway. He hasn't been caught. Almost, but not quite yet.
Appearance
He's bigger for a miqo'te. More muscular than that usual lean build, a bit over average height but not much. His posture focuses on intimidation, but at this point it's automatic. He's Keeper- pale, with dark hair. Face constantly in a frown, nose angled a little to the side as a result of a past break. Dressed in typical Limsan attire- he could easily pass for a pirate. He's essentially a pirate- he's crewed before, but he prefers staying on land. His hair is neat, and perfectly combed with too much pomade, which he's proud of, for some reason. He's somewhat obsessed with this concept, this unattainable ideal of "coolness." He tries hard to appear at his best- hair perfect, clothes perfect, fitness perfect, smile perfect- it's crooked, just a little bit.
Personality
He's not the sharpest knife in the drawer, but it's a fact he's well aware of- he doesn't aim for things he can't become, instead focusing on what he can. He's strong, fit, good with his stabbers; but the man is no genius. Far from it. He's dumb. Dumb, ignorant, immature, a bit childish. He tries to be cool, be that one guy that everybody looks at and says, "damn." His self-image is very skewed, kept at impossibly high regard yet easily brought down with an insult or two. He tries too hard. When he attempts to flirt with pretty girls, which is often- and the results tend to be fairly dismal, he's fishing for compliments. Not what you'd think from a guy approaching in a tavern and asking to buy you a drink, but that's his way. He'll tell you how pretty you are, how nice you look, how great that outfit rests against your form, a work of art, a goddess in mortal flesh- all the while waiting for a compliment in return. It's fairly sad, actually. Koh'te lives his life in the present. He doesn't care for the past- it's in the past. His vision of the future is only really focused on tomorrow, or the day after. He lives for the job. It's a cycle. Work, adrenaline, passion, energy. That's the job. He'll do the job, he'll get paid. He'll spend the money, he'll find another quick job. That's how it is. Thankfully, the lad is maturing a bit and starting to realize that's not exactly a good way to live. He's on the lookout for a continuous, paying job. He's got a smile like he's laughing at something you don't quite know yet. It's cheeky, it's sarcastic; to call it a full smile would be to disregard the word smirk entirely. It's almost always present on his face, growing and shrinking as the conversation progresses. It's proof that he's not quite serious about anything- which he should be. He still thinks life's a game, still thinks he's stronger than he is. That's not to say he can't get serious- if he's working a job, fighting, feeling the adrenaline- he'll be serious. But only than. He's incredibly loyal to the payoff, the money. He won't betray an employer. He loves the thrill of combat, especially if he's winning, not so much if his life's in danger. He's got a different smile in a fight- an aggressive smile, the grin of an adrenaline junkie. And he enjoys brawling. He's the type that can take quite a beating and get back up- his pain receptors don't seem to work as well as they should. He gets beat up often. He can fight well, yes, but only so well. Most of his techniques are based on intimidation, looking scary, flipping that knife around in the air and catching it behind his back. Though, his only real weaponskills lie in knifework and his collection of metal knuckles. He's got good aim with his throwing knives. He's also picked up the bow occasionally, in an odd tribute to his ancestry, but fails miserably at it and only practices occasionally to pass the time. To say he's a Keeper of the Moon would be wrong- he's a Limsa Lominsan. Raised there, lived there, rarely leaves except if the job takes him out. He had all the wrong role models growing up, and he doesn't care much about the big issues in the world that don't pertain to him directly. But, he's learning.
Tendencies
Likes
Dislikes
Hobbies/Talents
Other
Relationships
Family
-Te'sae Jinjahl, father. Their relationship is distant. The older Nonh'a got, the more he was drawn to his books. He is a man, lost in time, lost in a tiny library of a home located somewhere in Limsa Lominsa. He doesn't talk much anymore. Last Koh'te heard, his father was writing a book about a a sorceress of storms.
-Koh Galanai, mother. Possibly still alive. Possibly not. He's never met her. She's probably still just as beautiful as she was twenty-something years ago.
Friends
Enemies
Rumors
History/Timeline
His mother was a (supposedly) forest Miqo'te named Koh Galanai and she was a hurricane. She lived her life like a storm at sea, coming onto land with the force of an army and leaving just as soon. She was beautiful and alluring and mysterious and powerful. She was a goddess of lightning, a queen of wind, an empress of rain.
She came and she went, a mirage. Like a hurricane, she swept into Koh'te's father; a swell of intensity and love and passion. Everything she did crackled with intensity, with lightning. A chance meeting with in a tavern with a shy male Keeper, and the poor soul was swept up in her storms. She owned his heart within the day. The whirlwind carried him through a relationship as full as he could ever dream of, and as fleeting- she was a hurricane, after all. She left, and left behind a baby on his doorstep. No note, no goodbye, no parting words. The storm had passed.
Perhaps she was afraid of the responsibility children bring, family brings, relationships bring. Perhaps she was simply bored of Te'sae Jinjahl. Perhaps Te'sae was just a minor distraction, an affair, a little fun. Whatever the reason, the woman who loved him had left, and with her, the storm had passed.
Koh had made him feel things, and without her, he felt empty. He missed her smile, like the sun appearing through the clouds. Her scent, like the flowers after a spring shower. Her love. Her. Te'sae Jinjahl was small, shy, wore glasses, and liked books. He was from a close-knit Gridanian family, and he had moved to Limsa Lominsa to study with the arcanists. He could hardly start a conversation with anyone, let alone a goddess like Koh. He eyes were like diamonds infused with the power of Ramuh and her lips tasted like the the rain in the early spring.
She was an adventurer or something, a traveler, not staying in one place, not ever. She stayed with Te'sae for a few moons, moving into his small apartment like it was hers'. Te'sae never quite did move on. He was so attached to that one face etched in his memory- he had never experienced someone like Koh, and never would again. He lived in the past and focused too much on what he had known other than what he could know. He thought he saw her in the sky sometimes, at dawn. He devoted himself to his studies, with a preference to for history, and never loved again. He raised the child she'd left. He didn't know how many children Koh had. He knew not what suffix to attach. Koh'te was a fusion of his name and that woman who only existed in his mind anymore.
Koh'te wasn't all that close with his father. His father wasn't good at relationships. He was a man who could only be led, not lead. Koh'te was raised more by the city than by Te'sae. He knew gangs from a young age, street brawling, thievery, dares and fun and that feeling of adrenaline that keeps pumping forever and ever. That once you've got, you can't let go of. Young Koh'te lived for the thrill, lived for the superficial, lived for the odd jobs that he did and the money he earned. Money. Koh'te learned to love money. Koh'te Galanai was a product of the city of Limsa Lominsa, and he had much more of his mothers' genetics than his fathers'.
RP Hooks (OOC)
You might've met Koh'te if you've lived in Limsa Lominsa, especially in the seedy underbelly. Maybe you're friends, or have worked together. You probably met him if you're a heroic type who does jobs busting drug lords and crime bosses and other illegal activities- it's more than likely that he was a goon you beat up, hired as a guard or thug. These are the two main ones.
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