U'taaja Odh

Name: U'taaja Odh

Race: Seeker of the Sun Miqo'te

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Profession: Hired Soldier, Assassin, Sellsword

Classes: Paladin (Main Focus), Warrior, Samurai, Red Mage

Age: 25

Weight: Around 125 lbs

Height: 5'3"

Relationship: Married to L'mhita Raha, polygamous relationship

Physical Description

Taaja is a strong and very independent woman, as well as can be quite intimidating to boot. She has been on and off the battlefield countless times, and each time comes back with a different type of scar altogether, be it physical, or hidden away in the depth of her mind. She has a rather toned body, that she takes great pride in keeping in shape. As well as through rigorous training regiments that she has picked up during her time of service. With lightly sun kissed skin she stands apart from the others of her tribe, those who are more darker in tone from spending all day under the scorching sun in the Sagolii desert. Though unlike her fellow tribesman, she managed to harden her fingernails to like that of claws seen on beasts. With eyes as white as the winter snow, vacant of any color except the blackness within the pupil. Long, flowing red hair frame her oval face accenting to a rather blood thirsty look. Scattered across the womans toned physique lies many scars from various different types of injuries she has sustained either on the field of battle, or on a hunting expedition.

History

U’taaja grew up in slavery, bouncing between one slave master to the next, from working in the mines of Western Thanalan in nothing but rags, and a pick ax in hand to the point of starvation. Only to be sold across the sea's by a ship of pirates set sail to Doma. It was there that her history really takes root. Even though she worked in the rice fields from sun up to sundown, the people who looked after her, being Hyur treated her like one of her own even though she was of a different race from them. She witnessed the empires cruelty first hand, being beaten, and whipped as a form of display to scare the other villagers into submission. However this was treatment she was already used to, with each lash of that whip she not once screamed out in pain. Even as the leather cut through her skin all she did was grit her teeth and stayed strong through it all.

It was this act of strength alone that caught the eye of the man who would become her master, the man who would teach her the ways of the Samurai, and the true art of the Katana. Aside from doing her normal chores, tending to the fields, milking the animals, cleaning the laundry every spare moment she had she focused solely on her training with her kendo stick. About the time when U’taaja was 18 almost 19 she was grabbed by the empire making their way to Eorzia. They wanted to use her as the perfect soldier so they decided to let their scientists experiment on her little by little. Slowly she started to forget who she was before that day, and when she got to Eorzia she was almost as bad as a drooling husk. So the empire left her there in Thanalan to rot in the heat. Thats when a traveling caravan of Hyur stumbled upon her. Saw her form and decided to use her for their own profit at the blood sands. It was there that she begins to recollect herself waking up with a terrible head wound on the back of her head, blood pouring out of it while on the blood sands of the Halatali. Holding sword and shield in hand as she did everything in her power to survive and keep fighting.

Over time the Hyur’s who were making a profit of her ability to fight on the sands named her Krystallia Bladestorm, mostly due to her flurry and rage upon the grounds. For several years she fought in the sand pits, never showing any signs of remorse, except for that carnal desire for more bloodshed, she wanted to see more and more death around every corner. Though she did eventually earn her freedom as she only spent the funds that she have accumulated from her winnings on the few pieces of armor she did have, as well as the maintaining of her weaponry.

Though that part of her past is still elusive to her, and only see's glimpses of her past through her dreams even waking up covered in sweat from them she just cannot seem to place her hand around it to make sense of it all. Throughout her travels she has been hired as a sellsword, where she has made several former allies with different mercenaries… Though given the type of work she is given she had to turn her back on those allies and send her blade into their back. It is something she is not proud of having done, and refuses to tell people that part of her background unless it’s those few selected mercenaries that actually know and have fought back to back with this woman that she holds in high regards.

As the years passed, eventually she managed to gain her memories back, though it was mostly from repetition of doing old jobs such as wielding a pick ax, the trials and tribulations when she picked the use of her katana. Though for the past two years of her life she has been trying to figure out exactly who she was before she couldn’t remember anything. A large part of her puzzled past has been put into place though there is still many other things that still elude her.