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Mokhol was born on the eastern shores of Othard among the rest of the Haragin tribe. She has spent most of her life under the care and tutelage of her mother and father, learning skills from both so that she can become an invaluable member of her tribe. Her father, Suren, taught her how to fish and assist in the building of small boats and ships. Her mother, Mokhatai, taught her how to find and pick the proper herbs for healing and cooking, as well as how to swim in the great Ruby Sea. By her 12th summer, Mokhol had become her own person, taking trips with the adults of the tribe when they set out in search of resources and to trade with nearby tribes. By her 18th summer, Mokhol had grown into a beautiful and strong-willed woman. Unfortunately, her strong will did not sit well with many of the Haragini males and she went many summers without a single mating proposal. However, this did not cause her spirit to wane, instead she devoted her efforts towards helping the tribe prosper.
Everything in Mokhol’s life was going well until the fateful day which would change her life forever. While on an expedition to collect herbs and ground fruits from the steppes, Mokhol and four of her kin we ambushed and imprisoned by several hyurs from Kugane. Over the course of 8 days, the Haragini were tied up and forced to hide under moldering pelts so they could be slipped past any guards or the overly curious. On the 6th day of their harrowing journey they were all thrown into the hold of a ship bound for Eorzea, along with about forty other captives. At least seven captives died on the way to Eorzean shores, four of those seven were Mokhol’s kin. Mokhol herself was mistaken for being dead and thrown overboard. The details here are vague, but it is obviously known that Mokhol survived and was brought back from the brink of death; no one knows by whom. Since her arrival and eventual recovery in Eorzea, Mokhol has spent time wandering the landscape and learning the languages of the strange people there. For a time she found refuge with a tribe of Auri who taught her a great deal about the new world she walked. After some time, Mokhol decided it was time to head out on her own, search for her tribe, and seek out those who would pay for her skills. She found better when a former adversary of hers approached her with a proposition to begin a new way of life; a new path to fulfillment and success. Now she provides healing and protection for those in need while still searching for the means to find the way back to her tribe. For the first time since before the day she and her kin were taken, she feels hope again.
Mokhol stands at 5 fulms, 2 ilms tall. She has a slight, but athletic form and moves with a cat-like grace but without exaggeration. Her bright, aquamarine eyes stand out amongst the rest of her features, giving her an intense look without having to make any facial expressions. She has long, silver-blue hair with black tips, and her complexion is a soft, ashen-blue hue. Her overall appearance is usually very unassuming, and she tends to wear conservative attire in different shades of blue. More often than not, she appears unarmed which only adds to the docile demeanor she often portrays. Her voice is soft and smoky, giving her an air of nobility; until her nervousness or aggression kick in.
Aspects That Stand Out:
In the beginning, Mokhol was more like to offer a little casual conversation before judging someone’s intentions or character. However, after spending considerable time in Eorzea and being subjected to the harsh world within it, she’s now more likely to give the cold shoulder over even a few words. She still has a very forgiving and gentle heart, but it’s often hidden by the mental coldness she displays through her actions and words. And, not much for being touched by strangers, she has been known to swing first and ask questions later. These days, her real self is concealed by a thick, barbed armor which prevents the goodness inside of her from being wounded as she had been in the past; only patience and a keen eye will ever recognize the ‘true self’ she hides within.
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