Simba is the Swahili word for Lion.
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Last updated: June 19th, 2016
Height:Tall for a Miqo'te though still spends a lot of time looking up.
Weight Athletic build
Particular Traits: Is branded with a mark on the side of his face and a number on his left shoulder blade. His left arm has several tattoos that have been given to him, one being the 'jolly roger' of the crew known as the Dreadshrykes, a sigil of Oschon, a small viper tribe marking, and an ancient sigil of Bahamut. The sigils both have magical properties to them. The Oschon sigil gives him a limited healing effect, while the Bahamut sigil burns and glows brightly when he's in proximity to anything that is saturated with the dreadwyrm's energies, particularly interesting anything Allagan tech that received it's power from the crystal tower or Dalmud.
Birth and childhood (0-10)
The Hyur then took S'imba back to his newly built home in La Nosca away from any civilization as he did not want his family to be faced with the troubles the rest of the world brought. He raised S'imba as his own child along with his other son happy to enjoy his retirement to a much more simple life.
When S'imba turned sixteen his bother had finally had enough he left the house one night intent on running away to find the lands his father had spoken about and had sometimes visited to buy supplies for their home. As he had never left home before he just wandered until he found a small town. It was a pirate town full of cutthroats and other lowlives. While he was here he discovered that S'imba was not a Hyur he was a separate race and based on the drunkenness of the sailors was a member of a savage race. While he was there he learned of money and what it could get you in life. One evening he saw some slavers dealing Miqo'te and overheard how much they were worth on the market. He walked over curious as the maliciousness grew even more in his heart, and made a deal with them that night and formed the plot in his mind.
The next day he returned home on his way he was faced by a wild coural and was nearly killed by it had S'imba not found him just in time to rescue him. As they walked back to their house they talked and S'imba asked him where he had gone. His brother told him part of the truth and that he had visited some of the places their father talked about, though he expressed his worry about what their father was going to do to him when they returned to him. They both couldn't help but feel their great love for each other at that moment. When they got home and his brother was asked where he had gone to S'imba jumped in and said that he had gotten lost and that he had saved him from a courel. At this moment his brother nearly changed his mind about his plans until his father praised S'imba for his skill and bravery and condemned his true son for his recklessness and cowardess. He went to his room and completed his plan.
A few weeks later he went and found S'imba and told him that their father was finally letting them go to town and that they were to take one of their chocobo's to sell. With great excitement S'imba chased after him and they were on their way to town. When they finally arrived there was so much to take in the smells the life everything. They stopped to eat for lunch as his brother thought it was fit that they should share one last meal together. After a delicious meal in the tropical sun and much laughter they went down to the docks where they were supposed to meet the buyers of the chocobo. When they arrived the buyers smiled and said a "fine beast may we examine him further?" his brother motioned to S'imba and he walked the chocobo over to them. When he held out the reins of the bird he was surprised when a few of the men grabbed him and started examining him ripping off his shirt and stripping him down to his small clothes they examined him carefully looking for any defects they could find. S'imba struggled as best he could as the stronger men placed him in chains and the leader laughs out "A fine specimen, never seen one like him." he said as he threw a large sack of gil to his brother. Catching the bag he met S'imba's eyes as they drug him onto the ship and said to him "I'm sorry brother..." he said before turning around and heading away.
After they had secured their cargo S'imba felt rocking of the ship and was crushed by the feelings of what had just happened and cried the entire time he was on the ship. Finally the light to the hatch was opened and he was drug out into the hot desert sun. After a long day of travel he was brought to a camp and was re-examined and appraised afterwards they branded a number into his back and wrote up several pages of paperwork to document him. Next he was rushed off to the markets where potential buyers gave him the same rough examination over and over for what felt like days. Finally someone bought him for a hefty amount and he was soon off with them. For about a month S'imba worked for this guy before he tried to run away. He escaped his master ans found a group of adventurers to join up with who were willing to take him to Gridania. When the man who owned the slave market and had sold S'imba found out about it and having to make good on his guarantee spared no expense in having him tracked down and brought back to him.
S'imba looked to the other adventurers he had just crossed high bridge. The first one was a Highlander and a sultansworn. He wasn't a part of the group he had joined because he had over heard the talk of the rest of the group and sworn to see S'imba free. The next member was a Midlander Black Mage she was well versed in magic and had explored the deeper depths of the void. Next was the Keeper White mage though she was new to healing she was rather adapt at the healing magics. Finally the Roe monk he had taken to teaching S'imba to fight so he could defend himself if needed. Despite S'imba saying he never wanted to kill anyone. "Never forget that." The monk would say. "The time may come when you have no choice but to defend yourself and take a life. That thought will be what will keep you who you are." S'imba would nod not knowing what the monk fully meant. Shortly after they crossed the bridge and were on the final stretch to the shroud they came upon a Roe in a suit standing in the middle of the road with a dark smile on his face. The Sultansworn nodded to him but as he tried to pass the Roe blocked his path staring at S'imba. "Why do you block our path?" The paladin would ask. "What is it you want?" The Roe simply pointed at S'imba, the paladin would then draw his sword the Roe would reach forth and snap the Highlander's neck. Immediately the monk would jump forth striking the Roe with everything he had. The Roe would not even flinch however and without ever losing his smile punched him in the stomach then brought an elbow down on his neck. Next he went for the Keeper all he would do to her is throw her against a nearby rock where she would lay dead. Finally all that was left between S'imba and the Roe was the black mage despite her unloading her fire on him he just keep walking and placing his hands on her head crushed the life out of her. At last turning his head on S'imba who had been watching in horror tried to run away but the Roe was faster. He caught S'imba he fought back with everything he had but was just as ineffective as everyone else's. Grabbing hold of S'imba he lashed his hands together in front with rope and peaveing plenty of tail on it so he could pull him along. "Come" he would finally saysay giving a firm tug on the rope dragging S'imba forward and onto his stomach started dragging him along. Quickly scrambling to his feet he followed along tears in his eyes feeling guilt over the loss over his new friends as the Roe drug him back to Ul'dah at a rapid pace never giving S'imba a chance to rest.
Thrown into the ring and marked forever After being drug back to Ul'dah S'imba was brought before a man whose face was hidden by the shadows. "Hello S'imba." He would say. "You've been a very bad boy, as the Eorzea's premier supplier of slaves you've placed a black mark on my business. You've caused my number one customer think that I sold him a defective animal. As such I had to refund his money which means you belong to me and I will see you properly broken. Take him to proccessing." With that S'imba was drug down into a dungeon where they chained his arms above his head. He was then approached by a sadistic looking Elezen. "Ah this one is a fiery one seems he's headed to the pits then." He said before addressing S'imba directly. "Disgusting animal you are here because of your disobedience and lack of understanding of your station. As such you will no longer be considered a person you no longer have the rights and privileges afforded to a person. You can never be set free and must always be owned." He said grabbing a brand from a the forge which he then pressed against the side of his face. "This marks you for what you truly are a beast that must be subjugated to mankind." He then measured S'imba's neck and set to work forging a collar muttering incantations while he worked. After it was completed he placed it around his neck and riveted on so that S'imba would never be able to remove it. "If you ever try and remove this it will kill you. Now take him to his room. With that he was taken into a lonely room which had several empty cages. L"Make yourself at home." Said one of the men who were dragging him." As the other went and opened a cage, which they threw him into and quickly chained him to it as well. "Get your rest you'll need it." S'imba felt completely alone and hopeless and several days later he was taken out and thrown into a ring in front of an enormous crowd. On the other side a gladiator came at him with a sword raised. Using his simple training he was quick enough to dodge the gladiator grab his sword and tear it from his hands and thrust it through his heart. The crowd roared both cheering and booing him. He was quickly hauled off again and brought before his new master. "Your going to make me quite a bit of money." He said with an evil smile. "Turn him into a killer!!" With that he was taken back to his cage where they administered drugs and forced him to gain a addiction to them. During this time he would also be taken out and brutally trained for days. They would push him until he collapsed then beat him until he continued. Until he was ready for his next fight.
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Family and Relationships
(Totally Cliche concept I used) S'imba's darkside made manifest after Sven tried to exorcise his darkside out of him thinking he was possessed by a voidsent. The result was a twin of S'imba who was formed of all the painful emotion S'imba spent so much time burying inside himself. As well as his darker dreams, desires, and ambitions. Things that S'imba refuses to acknowledge he has. As a result it created a version of S'imba who is out for revenge on everyone who ever hurt him. Though rather than simply kill them he torments them, examples include taking away the black magic from a black mage whose entire identity had revolved around black magic, only to replace it with some mockery of white magic and make the man think he had been forced into the so called weaker magic. Encouraging a revolutionist to return to her life of creating anarchy. One of his bigger goals is the complete destruction of Ul'dah as vengeance for the pain and suffering it caused him and represents. He is an extremely powerful version of S'imba, due to being far more ruthless and unmerciful. He fights much more aggressively and focuses more on powerful blows rather than S'imba's quicker fighting style. The only true way of telling the two apart is the fact that Dark S'imba refuses to wear a collar to impersonate his "noble" half.
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- Recently S'imba has reentered the bloodsands in a semi-disguise under the alias Hell Cat, based on rumors that since he uses strange magics in the ring he must be some sort of demon boy, the name being taken from a young keeper who refers to all seekers as hell cats, it seemed fitting to him. Though he's changed his fighting style from knives to the sword to help disguise himself by changing up his fighting style, and he's tweaked his appearance just enough to try and avoid anyone looking too closely at him as there are still those who would like to claim him as their fighter. If your character would recognize him in any of these regards you can use this information.
- Anyone with knowledge of slave markings would be able to identify the brand on his face as him being marked as a slave for life.
- He still has a poster or two left out there for his arrest from his brief time as a pirate, offering a reward for his arrest in Limsa for questioning about the pirates he was associated with.
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