Ziuz'a Nelhah

Ziuz'a Nelhah
Gender	Male
Race	Miqo'te
Clan	Mixed Breed - Seeker of the Sun and Keeper of the Moon
Citizenship	Ul'Dah
Height	Five fulms, four ilms
Weight	One hundred and twenty five ponze
Age	Twenty-Three
Martial Status	Single

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Character

Appearance

Ziuz'a is a rather average-sized Miqo'te male with white hair and a white tail. Unlike most Miqo'te, Ziuz'as eye color are the same light blue in each eye, and appear as if he were a Seeker of the Sun. Two black markings are on either side of his face, and come to a point at his cheeks. Around his eyes are also several lighter markings similar to the ones on his cheeks though they seem much more faded, seemingly rounding out his eyes as a center of focus. Two scars, hidden under his hair form an 'X' between his eyes, and there's also a small little nick on the left side on the young Miqo'te's chin.

Being a purely physical fighter, Ziuz'a has a rather athletic body to show for it, most of his muscles being more 'defined' and cut, rather than large, though they're certainly apparent from the amount of workouts he does. Around his chest and shoulder are a few tribal tattoo's, though his markings were more of a symbol to 'stay away' during his younger years.

Personality

Ziuz'a isn't a very caring or kind person in the least bit, mostly due to his upbringing. He doesn't fully trust many people, and if he's off with someone he's usually eyeing around if there's going to be an ambush on him - especially during certain circumstances revolving about him. Most of his vocabulary comes after a curse word, and he isn't going to shy away from a fight no matter if it's a tiny Lalafell or one of the largest Roegadyn he lays his eyes upon. Should Ziuz'a feel disrespected, he'll certainly mouth off anybody until it leads to him getting into a fight. As per usual, he'll provoke his enemies or anybody he dislikes, trying to goad them into a fight as often as possible. The young Miqo'te is surely not shy about making it known who he doesn't like, either.

While he isn't the sharpest tool in the shed, Ziuz'a has extensive knowledge in hand-to-hand combat with his fists and even his daggers, though he really shines when it comes to any sort of crafting or gathering abilities. Able to cook, work with metal, wood, leather and even potions and other concoctions that he might need to whip up. Most of it is simply thanks to the ability that he is good with hands-on work, and memorization.

Despite being cold to other people, he feels extremely bad killing animals even if it's for his own survival. Though he'd never admit it, when he trains against some of the larger animals - even if they're incredibly aggressive, he'll usually only aim to knock them out with his fists rather than go all out using his much more lethal daggers.

Combat

Style

Hand to Hand - From a young age Ziuz'a was found in the pugilist guild, mostly to just help bring things to the trainers and what-not, but a lot of the times he was studying the fighting techniques by those who entered and trained, figuring out a couple of techniques from that. The main style Ziuz'a is similar to Muay Thai, utilizing anything from jabs, strikes, hard elbows, kicks and knees to some submission moves, usually aiming for the legs or the arms. One of his most used technique is a 'clinch', in which he holds his opponent in place and keeps their head tucked downward, allowing for him to strike the foe with a barrage of knees and wear them out. Speed is one of Ziuz'as main advantages, often able to evade his opponents, or redirect their attack to throw them off balance and allow for him to gain the upper-hand in positioning.

Daggers - Thanks to a certain Miqo'te named Val Nunh, Ziuz'a became interested in learning how to utilize a lethal weapon such as daggers, since he felt pole-arms weren't 'quick' enough for him and clashed greatly with his high octane fighting style. Like Val, Ziuz'a wields his daggers in a reverse-style, aiming the sharp side of the blades outward which allows for him to feign a bad defensive stance and pretend to leave openings, while having his opponent all but trapped. Similarly, he uses counters and tries to outwit his opponent in pure combat ability. Ziuz'a has managed to combine the two fighting styles slightly, often sheathing one dagger every so often and mixing a flurry of stabs, slashes, jabs, strikes and many more techniques to keep his opponents guessing.

Misc. Info

Likes

• Whiskey
• Fighting
• Napping
• Crafting
• Exploring
• Swimming
• Training
• Beaches
• Moogles and other Moogle related things

Dislikes

• Incompetence
• Obnoxious People
• Loud Atmospheres
• Awkward Silences

Hobbies/Talents

• Crafting
• Fighting

Relationships

♥ Romantic Interest ♥ Platonic Love ● Good Standing ● Poor Standing

Family

● Ziuz Nelhah - Ziuz'as mother, whom the two mutually hate each other. When he was born, she immediately gave him up to one of the elder women of the clan, who placed several facial and body markings on the young Ziuz'a that were infused with a bit of aether to 'stretch' with his body. The woman was found in the forest by a certain Nunh who had a certain..lust for her. Needless to say, Ziuz'a wasn't sprouted out of love which was likely her hate for him. Often called him the 'disgrace' and washed her hands with him when he was only but five.

● X'hirho Nunh - Ziuz'as father, a Nunh of a Seeker tribe that didn't live too far off from his Keeper tribe. Ziuz'a never met him, not does he really even want to. There's little known besides the fact he's of course, a Nunh, and a rather ruthless leader at that.

● Haru Amariyo - The woman who took care of Ziuz'a and acted as his mother for several years - and also the woman who put the markings on him. At a young age, Ziuz'a adored the woman for her caregiving, but later on in life when he returned to give her supplies, she freaked out on the 'disgrace of a Keeper' and attempted to stab those Seeker eyes out of his head, she failed, and no question, the two would never return to good standing again before she passed away.

Rumors

Common Rumors

• "That guys an asshole." - Almost every Ul'dahn, Lominsan or Gridanian citizen who has the unfortunate luck of speaking with Ziuz'a.
• "Always comes in and asks for a whiskey, drinks it, and then tries to start a fight." - Ul'dahn Bartender

Moderate Rumors

• "Used to work here when he was a kid, and kept his mouth shut. Now that he grew up a bit and can fight, all we hear is his constant bragging." - Ul'dahn Pugilist Trainee
• "Saw him outside the Quicksand getting beat up by two guys. Wonder if he thinks he's tough shit now." - Annoyed Citizen

Rare Rumors

• "He used to be a bit more modest, now he seems to stare at the women about here..mostly Elezen and Roegadyn seem to catch his eyes." - Quicksand Waitress
• "Saw him around here a couple of times, sneaking around. Don't know if we should take action or not." - Yellow Jacket
• "Been in a couple of 'bouts outside the Quicksand now, I fear for my customers." - Quicksand Proprietor

PC Rumors

• "Ziuz'a? Aye, I know 'im. E's a right grumpy sort, but e's m'friend, an' one of th' few people I trust." Calais Erbryn

History/Timeline

Ziuz'a was born to Ziuz Nelhah and X'hirho Nunh, though it wasn't a child born out of love. Deep out in the forests one evening, the male spotted the white-haired Ziuz gathering a couple of herbs to bring back to her clan for medicines and what-not. Being late at night, she didn't think any Seekers would be out - but X'hirho had always wanted to see what it was like, being taboo and with a Keeper. Springing on her, of course, X'hirho had his way with the Keeper and left her in the woods afterwards. It was only a matter of time before they figured out a baby was to born, and with no painless ways to kill the unborn Ziuz'a, nine months later the disgrace was brought onto Hyadelyn. Almost immediately, Ziuz hated him - but Keeper tradition remained that he would keep his mothers name and no different, though there were talks his name could have been Haru'a. After the first few months, he was sent to Haru Amariyo's care - and care for him she did. First, she'd brand him with the markings that bring attention to his crystal blue eyes, perhaps a defect that his eyes were in fact, the same color. Next came the dark tattoo's all over his body, easily identifiable during the day, which in only a couple of years he, unlike most Keepers, would be awake during.

Throughout the five years he remained with his tribe, he was kept away from the other curious children in favor of teaching him how to survive and give him a fair chance at life. Haru had taught him tool usage and how to fend for himself, of course being so young it was a concept that was hard to grasp for him. There was no power in his lunge, no ferocity in his pounce. How could one kill like this? Simple. They didn't. Any animal Ziuz'a had attacked went away relatively unscathed, but deciding not to kill Hyadelyns creatures for a disgrace, Haru would not go out of her way to assist him in getting his meal. There were difficult nights where he was hungry, and others where he couldn't sleep. The Elder's spoke loud, and the young boy weeped. His time coming to an end, the 'cushy' time in his life when he at least had someone walking with him. These days, Haru forced him to be awake during the day time and sleep at night, ensuring he'd become used to it and also helping the others lose interest.

Finally, the day came and Haru brought him to Thanalan after a long journey in the shroud. Just like that, she gave him a push, a goodbye, and vanished from his life for the next few years. Scared and alone, with the sun beating down on him to keep him from believing this was a dream, he moved on towards a Camp Dry Bone. The native language, Eorzean was foreign to the tribal-speaking Miqo'te, but his innocent face and nervous demeanor garnered the attention of a few merchants, who'd give him a canteen of water or a snack for him to munch on throughout the day. Perhaps, the cute tail wagging behind him and the perked ears were a means of survival, wiggle them a bit and they'd respond with joy, and usually food. This was no way to live, though. A show dog, working for mere treats.

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