Kahn Dotharl

Kahn Dotharl
Gender	Male
Race	Au Ra
Clan	Xaela
Citizenship	Unaffiliated
Age	27
Occupation	None
Marital Status	Single
Sexuality	Straight

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Basic Info

Kahn is a 27 year old Dotharl roaming around Ul'dah and the other City-States on the hunt for Garleans. Not only were they responsible for pushing his race out of their home region Othard, but at the age of 15 he saw a group of his fellow tribe members slaughtered as they were ambushed on scout patrol. Kahn took a bullet right above his heart just seconds into the fight and fell to the ground where he lie bleeding out. He watched powerlessly as those he deemed as brothers, fell to the Garleans superior weapons, armor & numbers. He made an Oath that moment, of which he signified by wiping his own blood on his forehead, that if he should yet live, he would be a constant thorn in the Garleans side. Slaughtering and butchering them as long as he drew breath, and the only way he'd give up his vengeance would be death by a Garlean blade. Luckily, he was rescued by a search party sent out to locate them. He was treated with disdain and secretly deemed a coward for not giving his life on that small battlefield. He had to live with the disappointment displayed on the face of those he thought of as brothers and kin. A lot was soon cast to either have him banished or be put to death. After the bickering between the 2 arguments entered the 2nd morning, his mentor promoted the idea that if Kahn, he was deemed unfit for combat after the battle, if he could face his accusers in open lethal combat, and if he wins, that full warrior status be granted back to him. None liked the idea but his Mentor was a wise and respected old man within the tribe so they consented to the trial. So on the third morning Kahn met with three warriors who were chosen to oppose him. Quickly the tribe surrounded them in a circle, eager to see the young disgraced warrior put to the sword. The fighting was intense, 3 vs 1, odds well against his favor, but something burned deep inside him, something he could not explain. It gave him a feeling of power, confidence, and stamina to outlast his attackers. About 10 minutes had past when a bruised and bloodied Kahn looked on the shocked faces as the tribe surveyed the bloody corpses of his accusers. He had passed his test and was grudgingly granted back into the tribe as a warrior. But yet still he was met with the unapproving scowls of his fellow tribe members. Over the years into his 23 year, his hatred for the Garleans grew to an extreme rage. Killing a few here and a few there was not enough. He craved seeing an entire battlefield littered with the bleeding corpses of the Garleans. His mentor noticed this hatred spewing from him, filling into a dark thirst for blood. He did not know what was happening to Kahn but he knew it would be trouble if left unchecked. The wise old man thought it could be the Spirit of an Old Dotharl War God, long forgotten in their time. His mentor had only begun to help him understand how to control this newfound darkness that burned inside him, yearning to be unleashed on everyone around him, when his sudden death shook the whole tribe. None was aware of the darkness growing inside him, his mentor thought it best left unsaid. With his mentor gone, nothing was left for him in the tribe so he packed his bags and headed for Ul'dah where he heard a few Free Companies were recruiting warriors, and were poised to take on the Garleans. Yes, finally he would maybe find his battlefield, and his death!

Looks & Mannerisms

Tall, strong and physically in shape. His body toned by the many hours of training the Dotharl put in ever day. His eyes glowed a fierce red that seemed to intensify when he was enraged. His hair was black and long with red streak running through it, held into a ponytail but a few stripes of canvas string. His body is covered in cuts and scars from previous fights. He has a well noticeable scar just above his heart, with a matching one on his back where the Garlean gunshot punched through him. His skin is dark and leathery from many years sweltering beneath the hot sun.

Combat/Abilities

Born of the Dotharl, his childhood was filled with hand to hand combat and weapon training. He, like all Dotharl tribe members soon became proficient killers and warriors at a young age.

Their lives knew nothing but vigorous training, combat and tests of strength and resolve. Kahn quickly became top of his class and was selected by a tribe leader into his own personal scout troop.

Likes ■ A Good Fight, and in turn, a good death ■ Elicit Drugs & Alcohol, anything that makes him feel alive ■ Loose Women, but has a certain fondness especially for Miqo'te girls ■ His vast supply of various weapons, properly oiled and sharpened ■ A tavern, he'd never been to one before but loves them now

Dislikes ■ Garleans, need he say more about their filthy kind ■ Women who expect more than just a long romp under the sheets ■ Peppy, upbeat people, irritate him. He keeps this hidden ■ Any kind of law enforcement or authority figure

Other ■ Alignment: Morally Dark, but not evil ■ Favorite Food: Will almost literally eat anything ■ Favorite Drink: A strong brewed beer, any kind will work ■ Favorite Color: Black & Red ■ Hobbies: Hunting, fishing and training. Kicking back at a tavern

Relations ♥ Romantic Interest      ♥ Sexual Desire      ♥ Platonic Love     ● Good Standing     ● Neutral Standing     ● Poor Standing Rumors ◢ Common Rumors (Easily overheard) ■ "I hear he is a Dotharl, a violent tribe from out Othards way, best keep an eye on em" -Sultansworn Private ■ "The man certainly has a thing for those Miqo'te girls, seems he's alsways escorting one outta here" -Quicksand Patron ■ "I dunno, he on't seem tah bad, enjoys hiz beers dat one does. And a mannn who enjoys his beersss is alright in *hick* my book" -City Drunk ◢ Moderate Rumors (Moderately difficult to overhear) ■ "I hear he's killed at least 15 people between Gridania to here in Ul'dah. I give him a discount just to get him outta here quickly!" -Nervous Merchant ■ "I once saw him sharpening his horns, as to use them a weapon I suppose. Gods know I'd not want to be on the receiving end of those" -Nosey Citizen ◢ Rare Rumors (Very difficult or rarely overheard) ■ "They say he was disgraced by his own tribe, the Dotharls, if you believe them to be true, maybe I oughta ask him, afterall, I'm sure I could take him no problem" -Confident Guard ◢ PC Rumors (Rumors from the characters of other players) ■ ■