|Clan||Keeper of the Moon|
|Occupation||Physical Therapist/Unconventional Healer/"Alchemist"|
Barely a waif compared to many of his kind, Ash'li's form is lacking. He's thin, almost sickly-so; with a wiry frame wound in garishly little muscle to provide any sort of variable leanness; it's clear he doesn't make much of an outward effort at direct combat of any kind. His skin is so pale it's very nearly translucent, the tangled webbing of his purple-blue veins beneath his flesh is very nearly visible upon parts of his body, though he doesn't seem so terribly worried.
His features are aristocratic. Refined, delicate, deliberate. His jawline is soft, his brow-line is barely pronounced. His nose cultivates a slight curve towards the tip, with a triad of markings inked into his flesh just over the bridge, beneath the elaborate cuff of his glasses. His eyes are wide, carefully accented and eye-catching. His features are a blend of pleasing attributes when set aside and separated; but set together as they are on his face, he only serves to look... strange.
An artfully-arranged cascade of deep-red hair partially obscures his gaunt features, with a lone braid tied at the nape of his neck with a white ribbon, it only seems to draw more colour from his features. The ends are tipped with an alluring plum shade that only seems to compliment the violet tint to his eyelids, and the amethyst teardrop earrings almost always hanging from his pointed, pierced ears.
Ash'li's eyes are mismatched, though not from a fortunate case of genetic heterochromia His left eye is a bright, vibrant, almost pastel shade of wondrous heliotrope, while his right is pitch black. So dark that it's nigh impossible to tell where pupil ends and iris begins. He's loath to admit to the cause of this abnormality, though it seems he can still see from this altered eye, despite his penchant for keeping it concealed, if not by his hair - then by an eyepatch (that will almost always match the shade of whatever robes he might be wearing on any given day). Yet at times, he seems unaware of things approaching from his right, as if this eye's abilities are greatly hindered.
There's not a mark, scratch, nor blemish upon this Miqo'te's features. His complete lack of any scarification would seem utterly abnormal, though he almost always seems to conceal every inch of his figure from his neck down. He favours darker shades, muted colours with splashes of brightness and hints of silver. A book is never terribly far from his side, and a deep satchel is almost always slung carelessly over his left shoulder, with a protective thumb wedged beneath the strap.
Despite his gloved hands, his fingers are nonetheless adorned with countless rings, all inlaid with differing gemstones, all visibly quite precious to him. Added embelishments include silver talons slipped onto the tips of his index and middle fingers, a crude display of pure vanity. Around his neck sits a simple black-velvet choker with a small silver crescent moon hanging over the dip of his collarbones. His tongue has similarly been pierced with a lone stud, along with his right eyebrow; as if the silver stud will somehow detract from the awful, ugly look of that black eye.
Ash'li cultivates the pervasive scent of something utterly acrid. It follows him around like some lurid, pervasive perfume, clinging to every stitch in his robes, and every needless adornment to his fingertips.
Speech & Mannerisms
He speaks with a Sharlayan accent, whether it's truly caught on to his manner of speaking, or if he's putting it on for show is nigh impossible to tell. His features are often impassive, difficult to read but prone to curious bouts of utter thoughtfulness and daydreaming. His attention is quick to stray, and though he prides himself in keeping his emotions reigned in, his ears, and his tail are often the ones to give him away. His tail is incredibly expressive, as if making up for what his features might do their best at concealing.
Nonetheless, the cadence of his voice is soft. Often, he will rarely speak over a quiet murmur, as if he's caught in a constant state of complete absent-mindedness. As if he truly cannot raise his voice above a low grate; his tone is close to androgynous, without any lilt one way or another - the fact that he speaks so softly barely tends to aid that.
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■ Often seen close to the Ossuary in Ul'dah, though he does make frequent visits to the Quicksand.
■ Immensely thoughtless, reckless, selfish, single-minded, impulsive, power-hungry, vain and pretty - he's definitely something.
■ Posesses an unnatural adoration for dark chocolate, and once put in an order to have some shipped right from Ishgard when the gates did open.
■ A very, very skilled alchemist. He knows how to make the simplest potions, to the most complex. It's a useful skill.
■ Likes fire. A lot. Pls put ur flames away. He's like a moth.
■ Favours gaudy, brightly-coloured, extravagant clothing - clothing well above the salary of a physical therapist.
■ Takes a hands-on approach to his healing, and is known to explore alternative routes to therapy - the effectiveness of which is often difficult to discern, but past patrons speak very, very highly of him.
■ Is definitely not sinister or evil at all. Has a heart of gold. Honest.
Some of these rumors are untrue or are greatly exaggerated. Please feel free to add your own rumors under PC!
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