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An enterprising scrapper ambiguously employed by ''Rowena's House of Splendors'', Niamh is found in edifices abandoned and dilapidated, ransacking memories of technological eld for profit. Any motives beyond business are kept to her sleeve. Purveyor of anything a Garlean war machine may have within its chassis.
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An enterprising junkmonger ambiguously affiliated with ''Rowena's House of Splendors'', Niamh is found in edifices abandoned and dilapidated, ransacking memories of technological eld for profit. Any motives beyond business are kept to her sleeve. Purveys anything a Garlean war machine may have within its chassis.
 
==Backstory==
 
==Backstory==
 
[[File:Ffxiv 07182020 135903 232.png|thumb|left| ''Rootslake'']]  
 
[[File:Ffxiv 07182020 135903 232.png|thumb|left| ''Rootslake'']]  
 
===Before 1.0===  
 
===Before 1.0===  
 
<div style="font-size:13px;">''“I don’t think it matters if you do everything right in your life. There’s an outside force pulling you in a direction; Gods: I hope it’s them, pulling.”''</div>
 
<div style="font-size:13px;">''“I don’t think it matters if you do everything right in your life. There’s an outside force pulling you in a direction; Gods: I hope it’s them, pulling.”''</div>
Niamh Chalahko was born east of the Lumberline by the shores of Rootslake in the year 1560 – twelve years before the [https://finalfantasy.fandom.com/wiki/Umbral_Calamity#Seventh_Umbral_Calamity Calamity] and the end of the Sixth Astral Era. Her family, the immediate one, was compromised of her mother, two aunts, some siblings, and many, many cousins, while her ''un''-immediate family was inestimably bigger. This was because it was genetically writ in her sept within the Chalahko clan that females be born in near identical threes, and with the female-leaning birth phenomenon already characteristic of her race, it meant there was a conspicuous amount of same-faced people milling about in her family. One might remark 'copy cats'. Most, though, declared them ''Glim-Gowans'', for their hair matched the dandelion flowers they shared beds with.  
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Niamh Chalahko was born east of the Lumberline by the shores of Rootslake a decade or so before the events of the [https://finalfantasy.fandom.com/wiki/Umbral_Calamity#Seventh_Umbral_Calamity Calamity], and the end of the Sixth Astral Era. Her family, the immediate one, was compromised of her mother, two aunts, some siblings, and many, many cousins, while her ''un''-immediate family was inestimably bigger. Inestimable because some quirk in their genetic citation mandated that all females within her clan-branch be born in near-identical threes. Pair this with the female-leaning birth phenomenon that was characteristic of her race, and this meant that her family was a streamline production of doppelgängers and thrice felt déjà vus. Rather than call them "copy cats," the nearby townsfolk deemed them the "''Dandelion-Chalahkos''," named after their matching proclivity for widespreadness.
  
 
There was another distinctive mark of her kin, and that was a piece of land that they did not own but inhabited nonetheless, having squat on it for enough generations to consider it inherited. It was called the ''Hot Hills'' or ''Fire Piles'' by the locals living within five malms, while those privy who lived further still simply referred to it as "''that Miqo'te dirt farm in the South.''" For agriculturalists rotating crops or gardeners starting beds, it was the ideal place to find premium compost and bonemeal. Some even claimed that the land on which the Hot Hills was heaped contained ''magick properties''.  
 
There was another distinctive mark of her kin, and that was a piece of land that they did not own but inhabited nonetheless, having squat on it for enough generations to consider it inherited. It was called the ''Hot Hills'' or ''Fire Piles'' by the locals living within five malms, while those privy who lived further still simply referred to it as "''that Miqo'te dirt farm in the South.''" For agriculturalists rotating crops or gardeners starting beds, it was the ideal place to find premium compost and bonemeal. Some even claimed that the land on which the Hot Hills was heaped contained ''magick properties''.  
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:* Tinkering
 
:* Tinkering
 
:* Window shopping
 
:* Window shopping
:* Odd items
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:* Oddities
 
:* Fine dining
 
:* Fine dining
 
:* Pampering
 
:* Pampering
 
:* Playing
 
:* Playing
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:* Animals
 
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:* Opo-opos
 
:* Opo-opos
 
:* Rain (getting wet from)
 
:* Rain (getting wet from)
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:* Cold
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:* Large, open spaces
 
:* Gridanians
 
:* Gridanians
:* Pirates
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:* Most city folk (love/hate)
 
:* Sharlayans
 
:* Sharlayans
:* Boats
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:* Having to ask
 
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:* Retrieving
 
:* Retrieving
 
:* Dismantling
 
:* Dismantling
:* Carving
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:* Knife-carving
:* Lock picking
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:* Lock-picking
 
:* Potion-making
 
:* Potion-making
:* Lute playing
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:* Lute-playing
 
:* Tag
 
:* Tag
 
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:* Soulkin
 
:* Soulkin
 
:* Illness (dying of)
 
:* Illness (dying of)
:* No Twelve
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:* Meaninglessness
 
:* Nothingness
 
:* Nothingness
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:* Loneliness
 
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 Niamh Chalahko
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QUICK FACTS
Pronounced [ˈniːəv ˈkaləˌkō]
Age Early 20s
Born 1560
Nameday 9th Sun 1st Astral Moon
Birthplace Black Shroud
Race Miqo'te
Clan Keeper of the Moon
Alignment Chaotic Neutral
Citizenship N/A
Guardian Althyk Icon.png Althyk the Keeper
APPEARANCE
Height 5 ft
Weight 100 lbs
Physique Slender; lean
Hair Flaxen blond, sooty dip-dye
Eyes Cyan
Skin Pale, a bit sallow
Facial Features Face paint, beauty mark below eye, teardrop on forehead
Tattoos Cheek lunar markings
Scars From being thrown into gravel and sliding across it, chiefly marks upper left torso and arm; two gunshot wounds: right-side back, leg
PERSONALITY
IC SKILLS
IC Profession Parts & Antiques Saleswoman; Refurbisher/Recycler
Combat Style Evasive; stealthy; projectile; traps; debuff
Physical limitations Sensitive to high concentrations of aether or sudden fluctuations
EQUIPMENT
Primary Weapon Shortbow
Secondary Weapon Slingshot; hatchet; booby-traps; bombs
ABOUT THE PLAYER
Username Kitty-candlestick
Time Zone PST/UTC-7
Server Balmung
Tumblr kitty-candlestick.tumblr.com
FOOTNOTES

**Side bar template adapted from: Infobox-roe by [MoenMoen]

**"The TMI Character Template for the Hopelessly Detail Oriented" created by [MoenMoen]

An enterprising junkmonger ambiguously affiliated with Rowena's House of Splendors, Niamh is found in edifices abandoned and dilapidated, ransacking memories of technological eld for profit. Any motives beyond business are kept to her sleeve. Purveys anything a Garlean war machine may have within its chassis.

Backstory

Rootslake

Before 1.0

“I don’t think it matters if you do everything right in your life. There’s an outside force pulling you in a direction; Gods: I hope it’s them, pulling.”

Niamh Chalahko was born east of the Lumberline by the shores of Rootslake a decade or so before the events of the Calamity, and the end of the Sixth Astral Era. Her family, the immediate one, was compromised of her mother, two aunts, some siblings, and many, many cousins, while her un-immediate family was inestimably bigger. Inestimable because some quirk in their genetic citation mandated that all females within her clan-branch be born in near-identical threes. Pair this with the female-leaning birth phenomenon that was characteristic of her race, and this meant that her family was a streamline production of doppelgängers and thrice felt déjà vus. Rather than call them "copy cats," the nearby townsfolk deemed them the "Dandelion-Chalahkos," named after their matching proclivity for widespreadness.

There was another distinctive mark of her kin, and that was a piece of land that they did not own but inhabited nonetheless, having squat on it for enough generations to consider it inherited. It was called the Hot Hills or Fire Piles by the locals living within five malms, while those privy who lived further still simply referred to it as "that Miqo'te dirt farm in the South." For agriculturalists rotating crops or gardeners starting beds, it was the ideal place to find premium compost and bonemeal. Some even claimed that the land on which the Hot Hills was heaped contained magick properties.

This 'dirt farm' was treated like a torch in passing by the many, many hands of her large, large family; and every several years or so, the matriarchs announced the next who would hold it, with the explicit direction of "stay put and keep shop." At the age of seven, it was Niamh's family who received the torch, and thus the mantle of Hot Hills.

Sylphlands

The novelty of caretaking wore off fairly quick – and not just because it was boring staying in one place all the time. Ironically, the sobering of their spirits occurred not long after they acquired and ingested a particularly potent – and better yet, cheap! – quantity of sylvan milkroot. This was not an unusual event in and of itself, as custom dictated that celebration (and mourning) begin (or end) with a journey through the thickets of ones soul, where the providence of Menphina was said to shine the brightest and illuminate paths both dark and uncertain.

Children under thirteen did not journey into this expanse, as it is was believed that Menphina's cryptic messages could only be deciphered after unlocking all nine chakras (called by them the thrice three) – a rite which began three years after birth and lasted for nine. By this time the oldest among the children was twelve, so it was only the three mothers who partook of the entheogenic goop and entered the dreamlike copses of their souls.

Whether due to some blight in the milkroot, a pollutant in the dreamtoad ooze, or some other additive from the Glim-Gowan larder gone foul, the expanse was not as the women usually found it – and they did not return from the trip in their entirety. Niamh's mother came back jaundiced and mistrustful; her aunts lethargic, detached and anxious. Their promotion of station required a temporary tenancy of six years, and as only one year had passed, it would still be five more before any Glim-Gowan Chalahko came to check on them. The kids sought to manage on their own.

End of 1.0, Aftermath

“... I saw the sigils of the Twelve. I saw the sigils of the Twelve break under that- thing. How could the Gods be so beaten?”

Calamity

Niamh witnessed the Battle of Carteneau and the Fall of Dalamud, albeit from very far away. She was not a combatant on the field, but a curious kid accompanying her troublesome brothers on an expedition to see what the wartime hubbub was about. Discerning the path to the event wasn’t difficult, as every person not clad in armour had a common direction their backs were turned to. The difficult part was finding a clandestine route to viewing, which they managed by scrambling up the cliffside and establishing a vantage point in a relatively comfortable crevice.

She can’t say she remembers much of the battle – clashing waves of soldiers, too small to make out as distinct figures of nationhood; magitek armours that appeared to the youngsters as creatures of Goliath proportions; pops of light from magicks performed, beyond the wildest imaginations – but as the distance closed between Dalamud and the land, a feeling of existential dread awashed her that is still palpable to her this day. Beyond that, the memory is eclipsed in light.

Since the Calamity, Niamh is sensitive to sudden fluctuations in the ambient aether, and is susceptible to aether sickness. Her intimate proximity with the horror of war should have had more of a cautionary affect on her but, past the initial shock, has had the opposite: she has a high psychological threshold for dealing with scenes of ruin, which is handy for her line of work.

Silent Arbor

Seventh Umbral Era

Her family never did recover from the devastation that was the Calamity. The Glim-Gowan sept was as torn to pieces as their moon-reverent faith. Of immediate affect to her, an aunt and several cousins had perished in the fires. They buried who they could, when they were found. Hot Hills was gone; Rootslake would eventually fade to a mere mire. Game was scarcely found, and foraging near impossible. The South's population shifted then scattered as its people came to terms with their new, bleak normal. What had separated the opportunistic from the industrious was difficult to distinguish. The remnants of Niamh's family managed to hold out for a year or two before turning to unscrupulous methods; they were guides at first, reuniting the lost with their lost, until visiting the ruins of memories fell from demand. Young and with no clear guidance or recourse, the Chalahko kids began thieving and conning to provide for themselves and their dependents.

Snakemolt

ARR to 5.3

Appearance & Personality

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Niamh is on the skinnier side of average for her race. She has a leanness about her that reads of a strenuous, dogged way of life; where meals are missed if you lack the wherewithal to capture it. Her eyes seem starved of something too; of the quench of some answer that alludes her, or the satiation security brings. She doesn't smile much, and if she does it's your canary in a coal mine; her natural countenance an ebb and flow between unabashed curiousity and disconcerting vacancy.

Her ears look average; her tail long, but not the longest. Her lunar markings hug below her cheekbones, and extend longer than the Keeper norm. To ask of their permanency seems impolite, but they are in fact not permanent; only an inky salve applied primarily to negate the sun's glare. She has the carriage of someone who ought to be very graceful, but then she xx

PRIMARY MOTIVATOR Discovery Sense of Humor Dry
Emotional Disposition Curious SEXUALITY
Moodiness Labile Sexual Orientation Asexual
CORE TRAITS Libido Low
Outlook Optimistic Sexual Expressiveness Low
Integrity Fickle Sexual Expressive Style Physical
Impulsiveness Spontaneous Openness to sexual experience Low
Boldness Audacious Promiscuousness Low
Flexibility Adaptable RELIGION & SPIRITUALITY
Affinity Apathetic Affiliation/Adherence Orthodox; Questioning
Comportment Agreeable Tolerance Tolerant
Interactivity Engaging Expression of beliefs Occasional
Disclosure Unconcerned Converting others Casual
Conformity Freethinking Attitude Humble
Topics of Conversation Chocobo care; mechanics; observations; self-care; spirituality; work
Quirks, Habits, & Oddities Humming; doesn't like to be touched; eavesdropping; encroaches personal space; pacing; poor etiquette (please, thank-you); poor eye contact; stares; superstitious
Hobbies & Enjoyments Art appreciation; music appreciation; dancing; fortune telling; gambling; games; invention
Likes:
  • Automatons
  • Tinkering
  • Window shopping
  • Oddities
  • Fine dining
  • Pampering
  • Playing
  • Animals
Dislikes:
  • Opo-opos
  • Rain (getting wet from)
  • Cold
  • Large, open spaces
  • Gridanians
  • Most city folk (love/hate)
  • Sharlayans
  • Having to ask
Skills:
  • Mechanical intuition
  • Retrieving
  • Dismantling
  • Knife-carving
  • Lock-picking
  • Potion-making
  • Lute-playing
  • Tag
Fears:
  • Greenwrath
  • Voidsent
  • Soulkin
  • Illness (dying of)
  • Meaninglessness
  • Nothingness
  • Loneliness

Combat

Attributes
 
   Strength
   P.Defense
 
   Dexterity
   M.Defense
 
   Martial Prowess
   Intelligence
 
   Magic Affinity
   Luck
   
 

Overview

Raised by blighters and brigands and brothers that fight dirty, Niamh is not above a fistful of sand to the eyes to dispatch her opponent; but brawls – beyond holdups – are not really where she shines as a knockout (they’re where she’s likely to actually be knocked out though, if the pocket sand doesn’t work). On her toes, she’s an evasive, aerial combatant, moving with the slippery elegance of someone averse to fighting, but no stranger to it (example). If backed into a corner, she'll throw everything and the kitchen sink at her enemy, although her fighting style in close quarters will always be defensive and reluctant with the intention only to incapacitate or escape. If there’s nothing around her to improvise as projectile weapons or shields, and no traps laid to lead her opponents into, the fight is as good as over and she’ll high-tail it out of there. In battle she is an unreliable ally and will flee at the first sign of serious heat. Not only that, but if the battle is over something, such as some prized, coveted object, you can bet your booty she’ll be trying to take it with her – and not because she doesn’t want it to fall "into the wrong hands." Hers are definitely the wrong hands. She is first and foremost an opportunist, and a very indebted opportunist at that. Even the most pleasant of company is unlikely to overcome this fatal flaw.

Archery

Those that rival her with the shortbow are few and far, as she's had one practically glued to her most of her waking life. She’s proficient with a longbow, but the denseness of trees where she grew up meant the farthest you could be from your target while still maintaining line of sight would be under 50 yards, so it didn’t make sense to lug around the unnecessary poundage. Niamh only got practice with longbows post-Calamity, when her family had to move westward into new hunting grounds.

Hunting game in the Peaks

If convinced to join the party, she’s a cool, collected, confident sniper that will give you the willies just by looking at her. She owns the moments with a predatory glean to her eyes, and knows her shots will hit their marks – otherwise she doesn't take them. If you tried to get her attention or talk to her while she’s shooting, she’d seem to be in a completely other world. She makes little in the way of sound, past some self-compliments, and will operate mostly on her own while managing to appear where needed; she’s a natural at anticipating the flow in a group environment and countering her opponent’s next moves – not unlike the adaptive, analytical nature of a pack-hunter who doggedly pursues their prey into their final moments. She is unlikely to purposely kill another of the race of Man, even if commanded, and shoots as such. Unpurposeful killing is another story, be it by way of bombs, booby traps, or succumbing to the wounds or blown open holes created there by. By her conscience, those are just poor luck encounters.

Magicks

She was gifted at healing pre-Calamity before she became prone to aether sickness, but successfully administrating magical medicine is less of a certainty now, as drawing upon the ambient aether to perform a curative spell will at the least cause her vertigo, if not completely debilitate her. She knows how to splint, suture, and disinfect wounds, but will also insist on the consumption of naturopathic sludge to make her patients hale and hearty again.

Affiliations

  • Rowena's House of Splendors - Niamh occasionally works a stall, or a corner under some stairs like Cristiana, but more likely she'll be out in the field, snooping around for new trifles to sell. Plus the gloom in Mor Dhona makes her aether-sick and it's stifling to always wear a mask. To keep up with her contractual agreement with Rowena, Niamh splits her spoils among a few of the merchants to ensure she makes profits, even with the loss of working through an intermediary.
  • Skysteel Manufactory - She hasn't been caught at it yet, but she poaches commissions she overhears through the House or around town and tries to be the first to supply the Manufactory with mechanical odds and ends. She's hoping to at least get an experimental aetherotransformer through this extracurricular.

NPC Relations

Relationships

Rumours

Other Notes

Gallery

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Links

  • Niamh's search info carrd
  • Glim-Gowan lore carrd — feel free to reference/include as a Chalahko
  • Niamh's tumblr, open to messages

Trivia

  • No clear city-state allegiance. Commonly found betwixt Ishgard and Gridania, although she has an apartment in Ul'dah and a slip asserting she's a citizen of Limsa Lominsa.

Inspiration

Credit

Sources In Order of Use, & Not Already Hyperlinked Above
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#Appearance & Personality

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