Xhosa Tauzeh

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Ul'dah-transparent.png Xhosa Tau
"You must take that which burdens you and transform it into something beautiful."
The Petite Perfumier
Gender Female
Race Miqo'te
Clan Keeper of the Moon
Citizenship Ul'dah
Religion Menphina, the Lover
Age 25
Nameday 10th Sun of the 2nd Umbral Moon, 1552
Height/Weight 4 fulms 9 ilms, 102 ponz
Occupation Private Merchant/Perfumer/Apothecary
Server Balmung

Xhosa Tau is easily summarized as a paragon of eloquence and courtesy. Tactful and genuine, this miqo'te is perpetually poised regardless of her environment, never raising so much as her voice out of temper. For all appearances, one who does not know her might assume she is of some more pristine background based only on her manner of conduct. This, however, cannot be further from the truth.



Given Name: Xhosa Tau [Zoh-sah|Ta-oo]: Her original surname was 'Tauzeh' but as she was forcibly removed from her family as a youth, she has respectfully split her name rather than dishonoring her mother's heritage.

Aliases/Nicknames: Ashling [Ash-ling]: The name used during her extended period of time as a courtesan. 'Ash' refers to her grey skintone, while 'ling' was affixed as a sort of ironic endearment. Often, she still introduces herself as 'Ashling' to strangers and only offers her true name after a certain level of acquaintanceship has been achieved.

Current Residence: Ul'dah

Marital Status: Taken

Sexuality: Pansexual (Discriminates based on an individual's personality rather than gender or race.)

Religion: A devout follower of Menphina the Lover


(Merchant Garb)
Height: 4 fulms, 9 ilms - petite in her own tribe as a child, her premature physical maturity led to a somewhat stunted stature.

Weight: 102 ponz - a relatively voluptuous figure, made significantly softer by cycles of 'luxurious' living.

Body: Her diminutive stature is the thing many might notice first about 'Ashling'. She stands only a foot and a half taller than the tallest Lalafell, her height restricted during her growth by the premature blossoming of her body. Life as a trained courtesan was 'kind' to this miqo'te's overall physique. While her neck and limbs retain the length and grace of her family, easy living and unprocessed hereditary traits have rendered her body supple.
An ample bosom and a plush posterior are key traits, but there is a noticeable amount of excess meat around the shoulders, thighs, and waist for this miqo'te. A naturally long abdomen provides something of a saving grace, reducing what might have been rolls of fat from the midsection and creating a more traditional 'hourglass' figure. Learned in the arts of entertaining and most importantly the traditional dances popular amongst the Ul'dahn people, Xhosa boasts muscle in the arms, shoulders, midsection, and legs beneath the curves, rendering her much hardier compared to true noblewomen with similar body types.
The miqo'te's tail and ears are particularly expressive, in stark contrast to her face and body language. Often the three extremities are in motion, flicking, twitching, or turning at the first sign of change in her environment or to reflect the her emotional state.

Complexion: The Keeper's unique coloration earned her the the moniker 'Ashling' when she concluded her 'official' training at the age of twelve cycles. The creamy grey skin is cool to the eye and, thus, surprisingly warm to the touch. The palette itself is silken and unmarred save for a no small number of cosmetic and congenital patterns, tattooes, paints, and a single beauty mark beneath her left eye.
Xhosa's interest in salves and balms amongst other things have led her to creating any number of natural skin and hair care solutions. While these are used to keep her skin soft, they are also scented-- giving her a sweet but not cloying jasmine and lavender aroma that can be detected by even the weaker olfactory senses.

  • 'Birthmarks': One on each side of the forehead (white-grey), two on each cheek (white-grey).
  • 'Tattoos': One tear-drop shaped mark in the center of the forehead (black), tattooed eyeliner (black).
  • 'Facial Paint': Lips (commonly blue), eyelids (commonly blue), cheeks (commonly lilac).

Face: Like her body, this miqo'te's face is rather plump overall. Heart-shaped with naturally high cheekbones, what might have been finely sculpted angles have been made round with careful feeding and skin conditioning. Hers is not unlovely by any means, her coloration, birth markings, and cosmetic alterations largely seen as exotic, especially around Thanalan. Large, almond shaped pools fringed with deep blue lashes are perpetually half-lidded when the woman is at rest. Her left is a deep cobalt blue, the right a pale shimmering silver due to a relatively rare strain of heterochromia within her pure Keeper bloodline. Her slender eyebrows help to relay her sometimes muted facial expressions, thin and well-manicured above her pale eyes.
Cheeks naturally flushed with vitality are round enough to draw the eye but not so cherubic as to make her child-like. Her lips are full, her cupid's bow pronounced, and often the broad petals are well glossed a deep navy blue to draw attention while she is speaking. Altogether hers is an elegant visage, somewhere between maternal and sultry and very rarely, if ever, contorted in rage.
Like many of her kind, Xhosa sports elongated canines and very white teeth. Unlike many of her kind she goes to lengths to keep the contortion of her lips reserved at any given time to hide the fangs. Not since her childhood has this miqo'te ever bared her teeth out of aggression or fear, preferring to ignore their existence whenever possible.

Hair: Like her skin, her hair is meticulously well maintained. Recently cut short and originally coarse, years of thorough brushing and conditioning have left her tresses silken and unable to hold even the hint of a curl in spite of the tightest knots or braids. The color of her natural hair from a distance is what drew the attention of her kidnappers and subsequent 'madame'. Her hair is a midnight blue, nearly black except in direct light-- but a severe case of poliosis previously rendered the forelock a vivid, snowy white from birth.
A specific concoction of blue dye made from different, darker pigments and blended in oil was once used to accentuate the white mass of hair, coloring the tips to match the rest of her tresses. Quite recently she has taken to dying all of the lighter sections of her hair to draw less attention to herself, keeping her hair trimmed just a few ilms longer than her jaw line.

Fashion: After purchasing her own freedom then spending some time working with her previous clients for ungarnished profit, Xhosa has forgone many of the more revealing articles of clothing she had become used to in favor of a slightly more conservative style. While any embarrassment of her nude body has been eradicated over her lifetime, her preference for the more concealing articles of clothing is undeniably tied to her history as a glorified call-girl. In her mind, respectable individuals conceal their bodies in public.
While she does prefer her blouses and robes to be fitted in the bodice, long, heavy sleeves and high collars are her favored part of any good garment. Softer, lighter fabrics such as linen or silk are often worn and very rarely does she don garments with boning to alter her shape. As the petite female rarely initiates skin to skin contact for personal reasons, she favors gloves in public, often made of leather to fit her delicate hands. Likewise, she wears soft-soled boots more often than not, foregoing heels except in situations that require them. While her clothes may be heavily embroidered and rich to the eye, garments are always undeniably comfortable to her.
Earrings and intricate neck-pieces are articles that she is rarely seen without. A single, elegant white-gold ring collar encircles her neck, unadorned by any pendant. Apparently seamless from a distance, only upon close inspection would the locking mechanisms in the back of the collar be revealed. Likewise, permanent white-gold clasps crafted to match her hair clasp can always be found on either of her slender ears. Aside from these, Xhosa will wear the occasional fine chain or earring, carefully matching each article to her choice of dress for any given evening.


Voice: Her voice is easily a smooth contralto, both when speaking or singing. Luxurious and deep, there is a perpetual lilt to her speaking that has a tendency to disarm others the longer a conversation goes on. Even while involved in a rather uncouth conversation, her words are melodious in nature, tending to gild even the harshest insults. While her dancing is by no means particularly superb, her singing on the other hand can be rather difficult to ignore. Vocalizing without lyrics is her specialty, though she does have a repetoire of poetic songs at her disposal. It is easy for her, in singing, to relay a certain feeling, whether warming or somber, to an audience. Similarly, in speaking, she has very little difficulty making her words more impactful with her careful selection of tone.

Demeanor: The Keeper is a soft-spoken but confident individual. The same air of composure that she carries herself with permeates her being to as near the core as possible without rendering her entirely stoic. Her expressions are muted as well as her immediate body language, giving the impression of almost flawless calm.
While she has been confused in the past as coming from some adoptive noble bearing or perhaps some particularly cultured Keeper tribe, Xhosa is neither. She is merely adaptive, always listening closely to the tones and watching the body language of others and changing what she can to afflict her immediate company with a sense of peace.
As many other Keepers, Xhosa has something of a reticent nature, often not truly showing what, if anything, she is truly feeling within the recesses of her mind. Many are lulled into a sense of security and acceptance with the female, no small part of this played by her lack of emotional investment in petty ordeals, derisive gossip, or rivalries. The warmth in her voice and the lack of patronizing behavior helps to relay her otherwise genuine nature. Very rarely has the woman resorted to manipulation or excessive flattery to twist another's opinion of her in her favor. Ever tactful, she retains her own integrity by investing very little personal desire in others, always keeping them at arms' length and avoiding betraying her acquaintances by almost any means.

Quirks: Aside from the rather expressive nature of her ears and tail, Xhosa has very few noteworthy quirks. One is that she enjoys exercising her senses, particularly her keen sense of smell. Sweet and salty smells are her favorites, though even sour and pungently spicy odors can draw her attention for some time. In situations where curious smells are present, she tends to adopt a curious expression, flaring her nostrils as she works to identify the source and cause. Spice stalls, perfume shops, and botanist vendors are often frequented by the woman and one of her absolute favorite gifts is something with a lovely scent.
Another easily noticed quirk is that she has a deeply rooted affection for fatty foods and drinks. Her primary is heavy cream, sour or sweet, which she can drink almost unnatural quantities of over a long sitting, especially when particular types of floral tea are present. The level of richness her body has been trained to tolerate might render any healthy individual sick to their stomach. Cakes, fatty meats, or even less elegant meat pies and sausages are foods she seeks out when hungry and she makes little effort to hide the amounts she eats.
Only her dainty conduct when presented with food can give the impression that the miqo'te does not eat much-- but simply by paying attention to how thoroughly the woman will clean two or three plates in a single sitting will one notice that she has something of an eating disorder. The cause for this quirk began when she was young, in order to combat her naturally high metabolism. Even now, if Xhosa were to go more than a few suns without eating, her body would become substantially leaner with very little effort otherwise.
The miqo'te's final oddity is her aversion to other miqo'te. While she will often watch them, sometimes discreetly and other times not so much, she tends to avoid them whenever possible. Particularly male Seekers of the Sun and other female Keepers. While she has never expressed her reasoning and does not show much sign of discomfort save for her furry appendages becoming suddenly inanimate, clearly Xhosa has some reservations about these individuals.

Intelligence: This miqo'te is well-educated by most standards, though she no where near approaches the level of intelligence of many true nobles. Rather than 'book-smarts' or 'street-smarts', Xhosa concentrates on her knowledge and experience with people, and to some lesser extent, animals. Her ability to weave herself through virtually any social setting without upsetting the waters is well-honed, giving her all the necessary skills of a fine diplomat and certainly fulfilling all the necessary bartering skills of working as a private merchant.
Similarly, her knowledge of plants is fairly extensive, though not complete by any means. Always she is interested to hear from skilled alchemists or botanists about plants she has encountered several times, learning new uses for the same types of vegetation she is well acquainted with. Her passion for flora is rivaled only by her love for creating different elixirs and brews, even poisons, especially for use by those who still work as prostitutes and courtesans.

Romance/Religion: Xhosa's views on romance and her religious philosophies are deeply entwined. Though she was raised without any particular focus on her patron goddess, during her cycles she has done her own research and adopted her own individual view of how to worship the Lover. To her, physical acts and love are not mutually exclusive; likewise, romantic love and platonic love rarely ever overlap. Perhaps due to the need for some psychological coping stratagem for her prior work, she feels that the use of her body to prove her love for someone is superfluous. Love for friends or family, for those who have such luxuries, can be divided among any number of individuals and grow into something inspiring and strong. But the true love of one's soul is one decided before birth, one that is vastly different. There can be many instances where one feels indebted or physically attracted to someone who is not their soul mate but Xhosa feels that such relationships inevitably crumble with time. She comfortably states that she has never fallen in love with another, nor has she ever loved another as a friend. Inwardly, she finds these facts disheartening, feeling as though she has not done her own goddess proper courtesy. Nevertheless, the Keeper never searches, merely expects that one day the Lover will deliver such individuals unto her when the time is right and until then she endeavors to see the true loves and friendships of others blossom even if she is not emotionally invested in the outcome.



Skills: One of 'Ashling's primary skills is her olfactory sense in conjunction with her familiarity with a wide range of plant oils and toxins. While these same skills make her a formidable creator of scents, she is also an able short-range tracker and poison-identifier. Though there are several dangerous extracts from nature that lack detectable odors, those that do she can commonly recognize. While she might note distant smoke or even be able to catalog the individual musk of different acquaintances even beneath strong artificial aromas, he abilities are perhaps just beneath those of a true beast. While she plays at being able to 'smell' fear or lust, Xhosa is incapable of these feats.

Business: While she still commonly employs her sobriquet from her past life with new acquaintances, the Keeper has a strict stance against using sexuality to her advantage again individuals of the opposite, or even same, sex. Although she has a tendency to remain gracious in the face of the most persistent individuals, she will almost always turn down their more base proposals. This being said, her new business as a perfumer and something of an apothecary are paramount to her interests, almost constantly on her mind every day. She often approaches strangers with offers of herbal elixirs or colognes and is fairly loose-fingered with her samples despite how expensive their ingredients are.
Spices such as cardamom and cinnamon are always of the finest quality. Other ingredients like La Noscean orange rinds or Galago mint are also high quality but common scents among her creations. These alone might cost no more than a few hundred gil given the small quantities per vial but there is an identifiable 'artificial' fixative (like ambergris) that adds not only longevity to her scents but accentuates the natural pheromones of the wearer. This is the single most expensive ingredient in all of her perfumes, the origins of which are a closely guarded secret known only to her. She stresses that none of her perfumes should be tasted, even by accident. If one should taste the concoction despite her dire warning, they would find no detectable flavor despite the pungent aroma. Soon after if even a teaspoon is ingested, a healthy individual would suffer cramps within five minutes, convulsions and vomiting after ten, and cardiac arrest after only fifteen.
Xhosa Tau runs her business out of her home due to long-term harassment from one of her previous clients. As she works alone, individual customers are invited into her front room often after scheduling an appointment, always offered tea or milk and a tray of various pastries. Often she sells contraceptives and natural preventatives to those in the 'night-walking' business or outside it. Any woman in desperate need is offered free tinctures if necessary. Assassins and archers might also frequent her shop for certain blends of odorless poisons. Similarly, minor potions, salves, and other curatives are easily obtained through her.

Combat/Magical Proficiency: This is rather simply summarized-- Xhosa Tau does not fight. While the building blocks for physical ability exist in her body due solely to her race, this woman has thus far been unwilling to learn to wield any weapons, even her own body, in conflict. It is not necessarily that she has a pacifistic nature as she is hardly bothered by bloodshed and, more, vividly interested in watching others fight, it is simply that she has seen no reason in her life to learn.
Her ability to run short distances at a decent speed is easily overshadowed by the feats of stamina and speed many of miqo'te are capable of. Her vision in direct or bright light is weak while her night vision might be an onz keener than the average Midlander, it is not superior by any means.
She has no known magical proficiency to speak of. If there is some innate potential locked within her body, Xhosa has never been made aware of it. Simply, she is willing to be a woman of means, someone who aims to make many allies and few enemies. If necessary she will buy her way out of most situations though often she has enough foresight to hire permanent or extensive help in that regard.



Sweets/Fatty Foods


Female Keepers
Excessive Exercise


Singing (Contralto)
Dancing (Belly-dancing)
Painting (Body-paint as well as canvas work)


Favourite Food/Drink: Honey Berry Milk-Cake/Sweetened Heavy Cream
Favourite Creatures: Mandragoria
Least Favourite Food: Vegetables
Least Favourite Creature: Opo-opo



Her origins are mostly unknown to her. While she retained the knowledge of her own name after being abducted around her fifth namesday, the names of the rest of her family has been worn from her mind over the cycles. Devoid of any desire to connect to her birthright or discover familial ties lost, 'Ashling' considers herself to be a sole and prospective matriarch of sorts, able to take on whomever she would like as a mate without concerns about establishing a good reputation or 'territory' to speak of.

Player Character Standings

Romantic Interest     Sexual Desire     Platonic Love      Good Standing     Neutral Standing     Poor Standing
(Merchant Garb)
Shippuu Nammuu: Xhosa's lover and protector. The two met during one of her deliveries to a local bordello. The lalafell brashly mistook her for one of the employees, intriguing rather than offending the ex-courtesan with his rather brusque propositions. Their acquaintanceship has since developed into a business/romantic endeavor, the Plainsfolk male providing a strong sense of security for the female. While she does not yet consider 'Ship' her mate, she goes to great, albeit subtle, lengths to accommodate his preferences and desires so long as they do not conflict with her own.



While Xhosa remembers very little by way of names from her childhood, she does know that she was raised by her parents in the Shroud. While two of her maternal aunts, one quite young, the other with child, also lived in their home she has so little recollection of them that she cannot even recall their distinguishing characteristics. Her father was a feminine, beautiful man who remained in their home to take care of their children while his mate and her sisters acted as poachers both for profit and for food. While they had been 'burdened' with two young sons before whom his mate had taken a great fondness to, Xhosa's father had eyes only for her soon after her birth.

One of her few recollections of him besides his dusky-grey face, heart-shaped and framed with short, midnight blue hair, is his scent. Jasmines and warm spices followed her father where ever he wandered, never far from their small hut nestled in the forest. Only once did he make the mistake of removing Xhosa from the sling in which he carried her, setting her on the grass to play while he collected herbs for their pre-morning meal. Unbeknownst to him, he had caught the eye of what appeared to be traveling merchants while passing through Bentbranch Meadows, both Dunesfolk lalafell hailing from Ul'dah. They followed him for quite some distance from the community, unerring in their patience. Once he was thoroughly consumed by his work and his young daughter had strayed to the very edge of the clearing, the pair launched into action.

Snatching the girl so quickly that her father heard only one cry, they set out at a remarkable pace. Distraught, the male Keeper gave chase, managing to follow for perhaps a quarter bell before the swift kidnappers eluded him. For moons he and his family searched every nook and cranny of the forests and even strayed to the very outskirts of Gridania where they knew they would not be welcomed. To this day, unbeknownst to her, Xhosa's father mourns for her, refusing to give his mate another child until his kit is found.

The Dunesfolk pair, notorious kidnappers in the employ of slavers, managed to carry the kit an outstanding distance from her home despite her struggles. While they had no intention of inflicting harm on her to silence her fearful wailing, they did cover her mouth and nose with a sweet-smelling rag, saturated in a substance much like chloroform. When she awoke the next sun, they had already taken her as far as Thanalan, and some time after that, she was brought directly to Ul'dah. After a thorough scrubbing and redressing, the young Keeper spent a single night with a number of other young children being looked over by strangers, most of whom were unusually well-dressed women. One particularly lovely individual strayed back to her, time and again, looking her over and feeling her hair and skin. Inspecting her in turn, the young girl noted that she was am Elezen, finding later that she was, in fact, of Wildwood stock rather than Duskwight. This potential, and in fact final, buyer was tall and slender, covered from brow to foot in the palest ivory skin Xhosa had or would even know. Long, snow white tresses were loosely wound, fastened with all manner of decorative pins and combs. Lovely as she was, with lips and eyes pained a deep crimson to contrast her naturally pale colors, Albine, as the Elezen was known, was a distant business woman. Never did she invest emotionally in the few young girls she purchased, nor did she waste much time with praise.

Madame Albine had been a courtesan herself, freed by her own coin and working privately to make a profit off other unfortunate women from similar backgrounds. Her skills were traditional for the region and the madame, herself, was almost supernaturally methodical in her tutoring. From the age of five to her twelfth namesday, Xhosa, renamed 'Ashling', was not even seen by a potential client while she trained, singing daily, being brushed and perfumed. She spent most of the time learning to read and write then pouring over manuals that related to the mannerisms of individuals from different races. After learning her natural singing ability, it was by Albine's direction that her focus remained on that skill though she was taught many of the local dances, stories, and musical instruments. Two years were spent merely in the company of the younger clients of Albine's other 'projects' following them while they went about their daily lives to watch their interactions. Throughout the developmental process, the slender, light-boned miqo'te was weaned onto eating outrageously rich foods in large quantities. At first the change to pastries and dairy products from fish and lean meat made the child violently ill. Over time, however, she was conditioned to not only eat but enjoy such good, periodically starved to add a psychological attachment to eating. The sheer quantity of her diet managed to combat her naturally high metabolism, softening and plumping her body over the cycles. Still, she eats much the same way, either unwilling or unable to transfer to a healthier eating schedule and still she keeps her curvaceous form.

After she reached maturity, Xhosa began the life of a professional courtesan, available only to individuals who had both the means to afford her and the social connections to even know of Madame Albine's select group of girls. If asked, she will plainly state that in truth, much of her time with clients was spent rubbing knots from muscles, feeding or emotionally soothing an individual, or simply sitting by as an attractive conversation piece. Around the age of fifteen she had her first 'true' client, a middle-aged Midlander by the name of Rhysen Fairwater, seeing her at least twice every moon for a decade. In the extent of her life she has had no more than fifty different clients, which compared to those working in a brothel is widely considered to be a ridiculously small number. Repeat customers, of which perhaps three quarters of her whole clientele body consisted of, earned her madame a sizable fortune. The Keeper received gifts of clothing or jewelry and large sums of coin herself from those men and women who particularly favored her. Enough that, with much planning and frugal spending, that on her twenty-first namesday, a year after the Calamity (which she survived wholly intact if not a bit more emotionally stable for not having lost any loved ones she was aware of), she purchased her own freedom with the amount she'd accrued in addition to a bit of pressure from one of her closest friends and clients, Rhysen. Once free, she lived with him for a time, carefully hidden from his many employees, and to this day Xhosa is unsure of what his line of business was.


Free from Albine's harsh schedules, the miqo'te courtesan changed her routine to one more natural, sleeping largely during the day and waking up only after the sun had begun to set. Despite how many clients this might have lost her, in a short time Xhosa managed to afford a rather rich apartment for herself, taking advantage of the lower costs following the lingering aftermath of the Calamity. In four cycles she accumulated enough ungarnished profit to live comfortably into old age. While she saw no cause to celebrate, Rhysen insisted that it was mandatory and pushed aside his schedule for the rest of the evening. While they were sharing a pre-dawn meal, the Midlander broke out into a fit of spasms, virtually foaming at the mouth. Though she left him long enough to search for any of his staff, his home was suspiciously empty. By the time she'd returned to check on him, the man locked his jaw on his own tongue. This, she stated to the officials who arrived, was not the cause of his death. It must have been some form of poison, though she could not identify what. The 'investigators' as they called themselves did not even bother holding her as a suspect-- so quickly did they lose interest in the death in the suns following that Xhosa felt certain they must have been bought off. Nevertheless, she went on with her life without shedding a tear, making no effort to discover the true culprit.

Instead, the Keeper turned as far from that world as she possibly could despite the fortune such a lifestyle promised her for yet some length of time. In the past two or three moons Xhosa has purchased all of the proper documentation required to peddle her wares in the city, though often this is done from her own home. Her attempts to break relations with her clients were met with mixed responses. Some were glad to see her risen above her previous status. Others were disappointed when she made it clear she would not be accepting any further approaches. Only one, whom she refuses to name, responded violently. When he officially proposed that 'Ashling' become his mistress, even offering to continue to supplement the income from her apothecary/perfumer business, her polite refusal elicited a rage in him that she did not expect. While he did not strike her, he did swear that she would never peddle her wares to 'decent' people in Ul'dah so long as her mind on the matter did not change.

Thus far, he has held true to his threat. Working out her home and unable to purchase a vendor's stall without having it ruined by thugs in the night, Xhosa has been unable to find many customers outside of those 'night-walkers' or companions from her past life. While she has enough in her coffers to survive that kind of harassment for some time, in recent days the threats have become more direct. With no ability to defend herself but plenty of gil at her disposal, the miqo'te's attention has turned to hiring temporary help, at least as long as it takes to find a professional, and more importantly, discreet assassin to resolve the issue altogether.


Common Rumours (Easily overheard)
"That woman there, inspecting the oils... She looks well enough off. Judging by that collar, I'd say her 'owner' must be rolling in the gil." - Ul'dahn Merchant
"Eh. I don't know. 'Ashling' is fair enough on the eyes but that body's way too soft for my liking..." - Aspiring Gladiator
"I hear that one is a pureblood Keeper-- Seekers of the Sun are far more common around these parts. Everytime I see one talking to her, she seems to shy away. Especially from the men." - Tavern Bouncer
"You know, she looks like a kind lass, but that smile ends at her lips. It gets to be a bit disconcerting after you realize it-- I wonder if she's after something in particular?" - Bartender
"I swear not long ago I saw that miqo'te wandering the Court at least four times in seven suns-- Each with a different man! Seems to me she's either a harlot or a gussied up whore." - Snooty Hosuewife
Moderate Rumours (Moderately difficult to overhear)
"Ah, yes, Lady Ashling has managed to save our humble establishment on several occasions with her natural 'preventatives'. No children in this brothel, I can guarantee that!" - Dunesfolk Madame
"She calls herself a 'perfumier'. Isn't it 'perfumer'? Anyroad, she has to get really close and smell a person to make the best scents-- And those aren't cheap!"- Satisfied Customer
"I know she used ta be somethin' of a call-girl once, but I've seen the men 'round here try to gloss her up with sweet-talk and gil... They always end up disappointed in the end but the brutish ones, 'specially, ain't even ornery 'bout her turnin' 'em down." - Alehouse Wench
"Have you ever heard her sing? The woman needs no words, merely the rise and fall of her voice like the ocean beneath Menphina's smile is enough to sink into your very marrow. Perhaps she would consider becoming a bard..." - Wandering Minstrel
Rare Rumours (Very difficult or rarely overheard)
"I have afforded that lovely creature only once in my lifetime. A courtesan, mind you, not one of these listless prostitutes that roam the streets like shambling undead. Ah, but her price was quite lofty and I hear she no longer engages in such 'work'." - Self-made Merchant
"She w-was purchased... for me you know... for m-my eighteenth n-namesday... She... She spent all night singing to me, j-just smoothing her fingers over m-my forehead... She reminds me... She reminds m-me of my m-mother..." Nervous Heir
"A friend to those soiled doves, she is. A friend to the wolves amongst this flock as well. A poison for every occasion, and some of the most devastating you can imagine, hidden between the perfumes and the poultices." - Blade for Hire
"One of her wealthy patrons died in her arms that last night. So far as we could tell the old man had been afflicted by a bad spirit or some kind of blockage in his brain... bit right through his own tongue. Strange how she stuck around until they took the body away." -Investigating Brass Blade

PC Rumours (Feel free to add IC rumors.


(Under construction)


  • I selected the name 'Xhosa Tau' after searching for several names of African origin. The name translates, so far as I've read, to 'Sweet Lion'.
  • Xhosa is legitimately nocturnal-- I treat night time in time with my night time which begins at ten o'clock Eastern Standard Time.
  • In my mind, Xhosa is a glorified house-cat of sorts. She is not a character built for ERP or comedy, but one intended to explore a different side of the potential for miqo'tes.
  • I'm open to most every kind of RP scenario but the character will never be open to pursuing an romantic relationship with any individual other than the one that already exists. If you have your heart set on it, I'm afraid you will be sorely disappointed.

Xhosa's Theme Song: 'Dark Waltz' - Hayley Westenra
We are the lucky ones
We shine like a thousand suns
When all of the colour runs together
I'll keep you company
In one glorious harmony
Waltzing with destiny forever
Dance me into the night
Underneath the moon shining so bright
Turning me into the light
Time dances whirling past
I gaze through the looking glass
And feel just beyond my grasp is heaven
Sacred geometry
Where movement is poetry
Visions of you and me forever
Dance me into the night
Underneath the moon shining so bright
Turning me into the light
Dance me into the night
Underneath the moon shining so bright
Let the dark waltz begin
Oh let me wheel - let me spin
Let it take me again
Turning me into the light