J'bhal Nunh
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โ BIRTH NAME... J'bhal Tia (now Nunh) โ RACE & CLAN... Miqo'te | Seeker โ GENDER... Male โ AGE & NAMEDAY... 47 | 1/1 โ ORIENTATION... Pansexual | Panromantic โ MARITAL STATUS... Single |
โ ORIGIN... Limsa Lominsa โ CURRENT RESIDENCE... The Jackal's Claw (his ship) โ OCCUPATION... Free Trader, Anthropologist(Primarily with Beastfolk), Salvager โ PATRON DEITY... Llymlaen โ HEIGHT & WEIGHT... 5'10" (178cm) | 165lbs (75kg) โ ALIGNMENT... Neutral Good |
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Some of these rumors are untrue, speculation, or are greatly exaggerated. Please feel free to have me add your own rumors under the Player Character category! โข Common Rumors - Easily overheard. Use these freely!
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โข Rare Rumors - Very rarely overheard. Please ask before using!
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Born to the Jackal Tribe, but not In The Jackal Tribe
J'bhal was born to J'eckt Nunh and a what he was told was a 'Keeper whore', who had no family name, as she'd abandoned her home and their traditions. She did not live through the labor, but gave J'eckt a son, which was what he'd so greatly desired. He named him in the traditional Seeker manor, giving him the letter of his tribe, the tribe of the Jackal. A good pirate captain needed an heir to his position, and J'eckt could only see another Miqo'te, especially one he would raise, to ever be worthy of the position. J'bhal was raised at sea, only knowing land for a fortnight at a time before being whisked away again on another of his father's 'opportunities'. Though he was was not born to be a child; He was born to be a dynasty. His upbringing was not easy and care free like other children might have gotten. It was wrought with discipline and near torture to try and form him into his father's wishes.
The Mighty Leviathan
Several times, when nearing territories highly populated by Drowned and Sahagin, J'bhal and many of the crew fell pray to nightmares of the Primal Leviathan coming up from the sea itself and swallowing them whole. The dream was always the same, but one night, it nearly turned out to be a reality. The ship was attacked by Sahagin and Drowned, looking to replenish numbers by kidnapping more to be touched by their Primal. J'bhal, only eight or nine at the time, was forced to hide in the cargo holds, but he still heard the screams. Eventually, J'bhal braved the deck, and saw the brutal battle unfolding. Even though he was terrified, he found an odd fascination in looking upon the Sahagin and Drowned. The formations they took, the demeanor they had... Though they made it out of the encounter alive, J'bhal never forgot the sounds he heard, the screams of both men and beastmen alike, and the smell of blood in the wood.
The Call of the Crystal
Often times, as he slept, he would hear a odd, motherly voice. At first, he thought this to be the ghost of his mother, keeping a watchful eye on him and comforting him through his troubles. However, as he grew older, he noticed he could sense things others simply couldn't. He could feel the shift in the aether before it could be measured. He could sense the presence of powerful objects and treasures without so much as a description from anyone around him. He could tell how someone was feeling beyond any percievable tells they had. It was not until many years into his life that he was told exactly what gift he'd been given by a member of the Path of the Twelve; the gift of the Echo, and a connection to Hydaelyn, mother of crystals and light of the realms.
A Cold Father, A Ruthless Pirate
As the years went on, J'bhal learned well to listen to his father's wishes, as much as he grew to detest them. The two had never been close, but as J'bhal explored his own interests in history and archaeology, especially having to do with beastmen and primals, his father slowly lost any interest in handing over his ship to him until he got his head straight. J'bhal always felt his head was perfectly aligned, as he knew right from wrong. Watching his father partake in slave trading, raiding, and near treason for coin was enough to make him defiant and angry. J'bhal wasn't above questioning orders and convincing crew members to do the same. His father became more and more paranoid as the years passed, as he felt his son was near the point of mutiny. It all came to a head when a young cabin boy disobeyed an order on J'bhal's suggestion, and was whipped to near-death as J'bhal was forced to watch. There was nothing left of the boy's back but blood, muscle and bone by the time his father stopped. THe boy passed later in the night, holding J'bhal's hand. It was in that moment that J'bhal decided to meet his father's expectations, and planned a mutiny.
J'bhal had known the crew all of his life, and knew which ones were loyal to his father, and which ones were loyal to him. It would be a tough fight, but spurred on by the death of a young boy, his comrades were furious and ready to fight as much as he was. In the night, they burst into action. The fight was bloody and fierce, and while the crew fought amongst themselves, J'bhal took the task of fighting his own father. His father scoffed that he'd always known J'bhal would do this, but knew he'd fail. He didn't have what it took to be a Nunh, to be a captain. After a long, painful fight, J'bhal proved his father wrong, landing a killing blow. As his father died, he said only one last word. "Nunh."
J'bhal understood, and took the title Nunh to his name.
A Historian or a Radical?
Over the next five years, J'bhal stayed on land and studied history amongst some of the most highly regarded historians in Limsa Lominsa, while his crew ran underground trading to keep the money flowing. He'd gained some respect in the community with his devoted and determined nature, surprised that a pirate could be so sharp of wit. Things were going incredibly well for him, and his future looked promising. That was, until he discovered patterns in the Sahagin behaviors, and realized that not only could they summon Leviathan with much more ease than the Maelstrom assumed, but they could have been planning to do so within years.
He pled to the colleges for some kind of aid in research, as well as an armed force to try and stop the Sahagin, and the only response he seemed to get was that he was paranoid, and that it would cause too much of a disruption. When he was turned down by all he could look to, he secretly turned to his crew. They'd all faced the Sahagin before, and they knew the risks, but they decided to help. However, when his colleagues caught wind of his activities, they used it to their advantage to silence him immediately, and effectively exile him from the historical society. Having made a stir, he was called to the Admiral's office, where Merlwyb met him to secretly give aid. She didn't want to rouse any panic amongst the people with thoughts of primals returning, but wouldn't sit idly by and let it happen without a fight. The two found each other's company pleasant, and J'bhal took a fancy to her.
The Enemy of My Enemy
However tense the relations between the Maelstrom and free pirates were, Merlwyb did eventually hear of the Sahagin theories, and sent a few of her best to join in the fight. Working together, J'bhal, the officers, and the crew of the Jackal tracked down a Sahagin artifact that had the power to temper those who touched it. With a group of those who had also been touched by the Echo, they went in to capture the artifact and destroy it. However, during the fight, J'bhal lost his left eye, and several of his crew and adventurers died. Despite their losses, they managed to destroy the artifact, and J'bhal was given an honorary member status with the Path of the Twelve, as well as entry to the Maelstrom (though he has not accepted this offer, yet).
After the Calamity
J'bhal continued to work with the Path, who united with the Circle of Knowing to become the Scions of the Seventh Dawn. Otherwise, he has continued his usual work of research and salvage, selling the artifacts he and his crew have found to the markets and the very historical society that exiled him. He's a pirate, not a child. He holds no grudges when he now has a better, more exciting life than he ever had amongst them. He often came to visit the Admiral, and over time, they've grown close enough to enjoy a few nights with one another. All under wraps, of course.
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