Jhana'to Rhamtura
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Basic Info
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Appearance & Personality
- Modestly sized for a Miqo'te, Jhana'to Rhamtura may not stand out in a crowd for the shape of his body, but for the stark white of his hair and the deep ashen grey of his skin. Years of working in Limsa Lominsa has left him reasonably toned between helping out various folks with shipments both small and large and his own personal regimen to maintain his physical condition. Under almost every circumstance, the man keeps his garb in his nation's colors, any thought to alternatively coloured pieces being met with extreme reluctance. Much to the same level, he will often wear clothing in the same stylizations that remain popular in La Noscea.
- Regarding his personality, the man often remains as a withheld observer to those he does not know while maintaining a level of respect. This turns to dreadful playfulness to those that properly make his acquaintance and rest well in his faith that he need not pull his blows. Even then, he always means well. His eyes see no difference between race and he will regard even the largest of comrades as if they were equal to his own size.
Biography
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Childhood-1569
- Life is rough for those who have nothing to turn to, especially those at a young age. For as early as he could remember, the Miqo'te didn't have anyone. Everything he had to learn in life likely came much too early for him. The cost of living and the worth of another life to his. The worth of his strength and some days, the worth of his body. Survival always came above all else. To that extent, he embraced the fact that every day was one he took for himself. Every bad moment that came, he had to take in stride, as the weak could never walk towards a new day where they could have something better. Every time his hands greeted Gil, he stowed it away for safe keeping. What little he needed to eat, he used, but every coin beyond? Stashed to never be used. Eventually, he was allowed his moments of respite, where his body allowed for greater labors and greater rewards, greater spacing in days where not working meant he would starve. He had no home, but he had the money, the strength, and the will to survive.
- Of course, these stories had two paths by which to go. Either he would lose everything in complacency, or he would grasp for anything better. Jhana'to chose the latter, his attentions turning to the guilds and military of Limsa Lominsa, those years of speaking for scraps finally paying off. He was allowed work here and there, both for the Maelstrom and the Marauder's Guild. Nothing important that they couldn't lose, but something that could allow for trust to be built upon. Words turned to other's ears, other guilds dropping their hooks into the boy until, eventually, his name became known by every one of Limsa's Guild Receptionists and Masters alike by memory.
1569 - 1577
(WIP)
Miscellaneous
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◢ Moderate Rumors (Moderately difficult to overhear)
◢ Rare Rumors (Very difficult or rarely overheard)
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