Qarajin Qalli

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 Qarajin Qalli
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Gender Male
Race Au Ra
Clan Unknown
Citizenship Undeclared
Patron Diety Althyk, the Keeper
Age 23
Marital Status Single
Height 6 fulm, 10 ilms
Weight 280 ponz
Orientation Bisexual, males preferred


IconCombo.pngAppearance


This black-scale Au Ra has olive skin, mottled in interesting patterns around the areas that fade into the glossy black scales that cover much of his vital areas. He doesn't have any scars that the casual eye can see, and his tall frame strains to heights just below seven fulms. The Qalli is broad of shoulder, hinting at the great strength hidden in his upper body. Unknown to most, his form is riddled with various piercings and colorful art inked into his flesh.


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IconCombo.png Personality


Qarajin ( Kara-JEEN ) has been called a few things. Quiet. Polite. Stoic. Shy. He does tend to think carefully before he speaks; the fact that 'speaking' instead of 'singing' being difficult for him aside, the Au Ra man is very careful not to offend at all times. Even though the often-outgoing ways of Eorzean culture constantly leaves him feeling mentally overwhelmed, he combats it with a deep-set sense of honor and chivalry that can easily be manipulated into anger.. even with his extreme self-control.

In conversation, any southern fool would be able to notice the intensely Othardian overtones of his low tenor. When he chooses to speak more than three words, there is without fail a cadence and rhythm to his statements; even though he has managed to subvert the deep-ingrained Qalli habit of singing instead of speaking, there is still a sense of music in every sentence. Qara is someone who isn't too easily rubbed the wrong way, but if he dislikes the person who is speaking to him you can bet they'll know it.

In situations of intimacy ( whether it be a simple private conversation or a more candid meeting of a close friend ) a person might even tempt a smile from the stone-faced black-scale. If Qarajin is really comfortable, he might even let his singing voice free, though once someone gets him started it's hard to get him to bottle that up again.

The black-scale is very witty ( though he usually keeps it to himself ), jealous, and maybe a bit too passive for his own good. Qarajin is a man who has a deep-set belief in self-respect and honor, however: he is not a selfish creature, but neither is he a man who lacks the strength to stand up for his code should he be pushed to test it. Everything he does he will attempt to do with the methodical attention of someone who is obsessed with perfection.





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IconCombo.png What He's Doing Today

Qarajin has invited himself to play personal protector to his dear and close friends, going out of his way to facilitate connections between them in order to pull them together. He is currently serving as, in his mind, a personal bodyguard to them in their travels. With word of trade routes opening up across the seas, the huge man has taken it upon himself to make sure no harm comes to his little ragtag 'family' from without.. though from within is a different story...


IconCombo.png Tropes:

Spock Speak : The Qalli are a people used to singing communication: forcing himself to subdue this, Qarajin's association of emotional cues from musical notation leaves his 'speaking' voice very dull and monotone in comparison. He simply has great difficulty translating vocal patterns into emotional reaction.

Dissonant Serenity : Qarajin keeps his polite and calm demeanor in close to all situations; he will ever be the calm eye of the storm.

The Stoic / When he Smiles : This is an easy misinterpritation of the man's personality. His neutral way of speaking is a side-effect, and so when he does show facial emotion it usually takes people by surprise.

Deadpan Snarker : Qarajin is gifted with wit, and can calmly heave scathing insult without so much as lifting a brow. Because of this, it's sometimes hard to tell if he's actually upset or just throwing salt.


IconBlue.png Music/Themes:

Fever Ray: 'If I Had a Heart'

Vocal References for what he sounds like when he is sing-speaking:

Perfect example of the higher birdlike overtone singing he does when he's excited, AND examples of the lower throatvoice he does when in a neutral mood






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As a shaman, Qarajin's responsibilities were not primarily combat-oriented; his skills ran more along the lines of divination, reading the weather, and providing advice and guidance based on the natural world around him. The large blackscale is hardly defenseless, however his tactics change widely depending on the elemental balance of his surroundings. Often he is seen without martial weapon, though in his hands a simple wooden stave becomes a deadly device.

The Au Ra will shift his elemental aspect based on his location. Pushed into an offensive need, the shaman has no less than the world itself at his call. He has been known to hew the raw stone of the ground into weapon and wall; to pull thunder and lightning from the air to heave and stun. Some have seen him weave the very air itself into invisible forces that cut and carry; still others claim he can command that raw powers of fire and water to do bidding both martial and mundane. Still, each elemental aspect has its specific strengths and weaknesses, and a good look at the stance the shaman might be holding before a fight breaks out can give clues as to what he's intending to do.

Qarajin does not have any tactics that are predictable; every situation is different, though there are distinct constants with each of his elemental stances. If the shaman is crushing his enemies in deadly stone prisons, it is very likely that the blackscale is nearly immobile and grounded in place. Should the man be bending raw cuts of lightning, he will more often than not be found at a great distance, heaving arrows of thunder at targets most unfortunate. Is he spinning out great scythes of aspected air? Keep your eyes high: the shaman is most likely highly mobile, riding the air itself above a fight. None yet have borne witness to the shaman conjuring water or fire: such tactics are lost to knowing of him yet.

Should Qarajin be, at any time, lacking in his ability to heave elemental martial arts, the man will fall back onto his staff: he is most comfortable with one his size, which would leave something about 7 fulms long as his best weight. Such a huge weapon, swung with practiced force, has enough blunt impact to shatter bone.



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IconCombo.png Likes

  • Tea ( Bitter ones are the best! )
  • Food
  • Intelligence
  • Methodical Actions
  • Blue things
  • Hiding in dark corners
  • Food
  • Successfully not breaking small things


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  • Anything even mildly spicy ( Table pepper is his bane )
  • Rudeness
  • Over-sexuality
  • Small Talk
  • Hand-holding


IconCombo.png Hobbies/Talents

  • Making people uncomfortable
  • Folding paper
  • Singing
  • Gardening



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Kean'wo Mujuuk : A miqo'te courtesan from Ul'dah, Qarajin finds himself enamored by the bit of living artwork. Time has seen his facination mature into something deadly close to love, though he knows the folly of his affection; woe betides those who fall too deeply for the men and women of the night.

Kulain Qalli : A blackscale shaman of his own people, Qarajin enjoys her company and her wisdom. The song she sings is a breath of fresh air to him in this southern, emotionless people, and he considers her close enough to offer aid without reservation.

Ataashi Dotharl : Qarajin names this Dotharl his brother, and perhaps rightfully so; Atashi is one of the few people who can bring out the shaman's playful brutality, and more often than not these two idiots can be found competing with one another in various, friendly ways.

Narin Dazkar : This half-hyur Auri lad has a strange relationship with the shaman; Qarajin veers wildly between utterly protective and uneededly cruel when it comes to the man, leaving it anyone's guess to his honest feelings when it comes to the Dazkar.

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The Xaela's childhood is what one would expect; a childhood of training, war, blood, and fierce honor in death. He was one of many Dotharl, born to war and blade, and ( assumedly ) destined to die young and full of fierce glory. He quickly favored the longstaff and zweihander, taking to a very heavy-handed style of martial combat quickly.

Qarajin was first made aware of his shamanistic 'blessings' when a passing sickness took him up in storm. He was young, just past his fifteenth year, and his fevers showed him terrible things that stick with him to this day. When the sickness did not abate after nearly two weeks, he was abandoned by his Dotharl brethren to the mercies of the unforgiving steppe winds. Fearless and delusional, the young man was found face-down nearly five days later after having repeatedly slammed himself into a stone outcropping.

When his eyes opened, he thought himself in some kind of terrible punishment of the Dusk Mother; he had been recovered by a band of -Qalli-; their elder had recognized the shaman sickness upon the young and vision-burdened Dotharl, and she had taken it upon herself to try and nurse him back to health through secret and sacred ways. It was not an easy message to impart on Qarajin, and the change was painful and slow in the boy.

Still, change he did.

Indebted to the group, and too weak to be worthy of a warriors death, Qarajin conceded to wisdom. Slowly he began to consider before cutting, to place the word before the sword, and to give consideration at last to the whispers that he had always been able to hear but had never understood. Self-control became his mantra, and a steadfast pursuit of self-perfection eventually had the tribe accept the Dotharl exile as one of their own; he became Qalli, and shaman, in their eyes.

When the Garleans came, he had already left. The whispers had come on the wind, long before the plumes of smoke and the metal monsters. The small unit he had been part of scattered, each to their own way. Such it is, that the Xaela came to the southern songless place of Eorzea.

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