Appearance:
Adroitly muscled and average of stature, this sand cat stands at a dexterous five-fulms and ten-ilms. The warmth of summer has been captured by a luxuriantly caramel complexion, pleasantly contraire a shock of midnight-dyed hair oft tousled in layered disarray; gathered beneath a slate-grey bandana gifted to him by his brother, Feine. Home to elongated ears fringed a natural ebony and similarly accented nimble fingers dappled by black keratin. Chartreuse and pavonine eyes all but gleam, canopied by sable lashes and dark brows; a gaze oftentimes set against the painted backdrop of charcoal kohl streaked horizontal across colorful features.
Scars & Markings:
Barbell eyebrow piercing.
Bestial, coeurl-like arm.
Fanged canines.
Leopard liner.
Black nails.
Faded claw-like scarring along arms & torso.
Whip scarring across left thigh.
Small puncture scar beneath right-side of ribcage.
Vertical slit over the corner of his lower lip.
Persona:Heathen. Hooligan. Punkass. If it describes a foul-mouthed neâer-do-well, weâre talking about Khaz. Always ready to rumble and settle a score, heâs not one to back down from any troubleâheâs probably caused it, anyway. ...But take a closer look, if you care to, and you might glimpse the boy that once was; effervescent and loyal to a fault, hidden behind a rambunctious ruffian. Keep your head down, keep on walkinââand donât mess with his friends.
Sharpshooter. Through years of training has the art of archery been all but perfected at a young age. Coupled by a tribal technique cultivated by the Coeurl of the Sagolii, Khaz has learned to craft and enhance both bow and arrows to propel each projectile further.
Martial Artist. After suffering a mutation that claimed the majority of his dominant arm, Khaz has begun to train in hand-to-hand combat. Coupled with animalistic agility and his peculiar coeurl-arm, this has proven an effective substitute to sharpshooting.
Electrogenesis. A rudimentary understanding of electrogenics has given Khaz the ability to interact with electrically-charged items and environments. Enabling him to temporarily magnetize metals and galvanize the atmosphere around him.
Nimir-Raj. A beast is harbored within that recognizes neither friend nor foe when unleashed. This coeurl is abnormally intellectual and true to its nature, a savage hunter. Be wary of its innate ability to subdue prey with electrical pulses emitted from long whip-like whiskers. Though slighter than most of its ilk, the coeurl is still large and strong enough to support two average riders.
Passive
Animal Speech. A tentative understanding for beastkin has been shown in Khazic. The speech of fellow animals; the barks of dogs, the mewl of felines and other such creatures are vaguely interpreted as words to him.
Animal Instincts. Enhanced by his peculiar bestial curse, Khazâs sensory has been amplified beyond normal miqoâte standards. Not unlike the animal within, heâs able to scent and hear keenly and moves with unusual agility. This has also made him a proficient tracker.
High Voltage. Similar to the abilities possessed by coeurl-kin, heâs been known to emit a paralyzing pulse when certain conditions are met. This paralysis can disable opponents dependent on their size and body mass; the larger the opponent, the less effective.
Resistances
Royal Levin. Through an innate affinity with his coeurl curse is Khaz granted resistance to levin-based assaults and paralysis.
Coeurlfist. Garnished in a natural plating of armor, his arm is capable of absorbing blunt damage and deflecting the brunt of slashing/piercing attacks.
Weaknesses
Grounded. As balance decrees, there is an equal for all. Levin is grounded by the element of earth.
Unchained. Khaz is prone to aether sickness; showing sooner signs of illness than most. Aetheric mending must be done with moderation and greater care. Too much exposure to aether and the consequences could prove disastrous.
âI remember when we were younger weâd always talk about goinâ on adventures. Maybe it wouldâve been nicer next to you 'cause you never stop laughinâ no matter what. I miss those days when we were still cubs with our dreams still intact. I miss the way you'd always told me itâd be alright. The way you kept on believinâ even when I wavered, and the warmth of your hand as you pulled me back up. When I think back on our childhood, I realize it wasnât ever about gettinâ away... all I wanted was to make you just as happy.â
âI fell hard for you. You had everythinâ that I could only dream of; you were free and bold, you were independent and honest. No one could bring you down no matter how some ofâem tried. I wasnât much until you; didnât really know where I was goinâ but when I showed up in the city that night, you changed everythinâ. I admired the way your head was always held high, pretty eyes set forwardâyou didnât care âbout anyoneâs past, not even your own. You lived in the now.
Heh. Yeah, I remember that night. Playinâ hero to who I thought was some damsel, but you proved my ass wrong. You didnât need my help but I ended up needinâ yours. Since then you haunted me in ways I welcomed... but when I mustered up the courage to tell you, I remember that offhanded smirk of yours most. You didnât want an ordinary boy. He had to be bad and had to keep up with you. He had to be cool and capable, and dangerous.
I wanted to be him, so Câzhumei slowly drifted further and further away... and then it happened. You looked at me. You didnât recognize me at first, but who really would? Iâd traded my boyish blonde for broody black, my nomadic pelts for stylish leathers. Even got myself a pair of wheels unlike any other. Suddenly, you wanted to know who this guy wasâwhen all along he was yours.
...Until one night. For all Iâd changed, there was a part of me that never would: the animal I kept locked inside. I was dangerous in ways you hadnât realized. I was afraid of losinâ you but in the end I let you go, instead. I had to, Dez. I know you hate me for walkinâ away from what we hadâbut I knew you wouldnât own up to it. You were scared of me... and who honestly wouldn't be? You couldn't stand my touch anymore, wouldn't meet my eyes... I ruined what we had, and there wasn't any fixin' it. I'm broken, Dez. I've gotta live with this monster, but you don't.â
âI'm sorry, Twerp. I couldn't keep my promise to stay and protect you, or our family. Maybe you'll understand sometime... but I left 'cause I love you guys. Keep an eye on Ubu, too. Little rat's always gettin' your asses in trouble.â
âThe way you looked at me, the things you said... it was almost like youâd known me for a long time. But weâd only just met, hadnât we? Still, you treated me no differently than anyone else at the tableâI was welcome at The Crooked Broom. I wish... I kinda wish Nana was more like you, then maybe I wouldnât have cared to leave. Grandmother, thatâs what you felt like.â
âYou look at me... but you see someone else. Doesnât matter, though. You couldnât have them and you wonât have me, either. Youâre a spoiled bitch, for some reason youâve got people kissinâ the ground you walk onâbut not me. Fuck you, Rose. This is one beast you wonât tame.â
âI get it, alright? Youâre supposed to be the big, bad kahunaâbut youâre still a jerk. You saw me as nothinâ more than a princely cub and maybe Iâll prove you wrong one day. I dunno what happened between you and Regina, but itâs got nothinâ to do with me. So fuck off, Ose.â
âWhat dâya want from me? When we were younger you couldnât bother with me, no matter how much I wanted to be your friend back then. So, whatâs your fuckinâ deal? Now that Iâve left and wonât give you the time, youâre tryinâ to hold on to what we couldâve had? Iâm not Câzhumei anymore. Iâm not the little boy you kicked sand at whenever he fell down. Iâm not secondbest anymore... and you, youâre no one to me now.â
âI was never good enough for Grandma... or anyone really. I wasnât Kaiz. I wasnât the firstborn destined for greatness. I was just second-best until he sauntered into the tribe and laid waste to everythinâ we called tradition. Sure, maybe I didnât agree with half of itâbut he left and never turned back. Not for me, not for Dad... not for anyone. Thatâs when Nana finally looked at me. Itâs like sheâd seen me for the very first time. I was a new beacon of hope... if only Iâd known that all she wanted was to resurrect the curse through me.â
âYou do strange things tâme. The way you just sorta dance through life without a care, knowinâ the ugly partsâv the worldâacceptinâem as they are. The way youâre so honest, for better and worse. I know thereâs darkness in you... Iâve seen the aftermath for myself. Youâre no lessâv an animal than I am, and maybe thatâs what calls me tâyou. Sometimes I kinda wanna get lost in youâthrow caution tâthe wind and not care about anythinâ except... that moment. The now. Youâre dangerous, Kiki. Youâre like poison that I canât get enough of.â
âYouâre full of energy and laughter, you remind me of Kari and maybe thatâs why I canât bring myself to do it. I know what he asked me to doâbut I canât hate you. So, while youâre pokinâ and proddinâ me, which kinda tickles, tryinâ to figure out what makes me tick... Iâm sittinâ here desperate to find another way around all of this. All of his hatred. You know my secret and you were the first smilinâ face I found waitinâ for me to come back.â
âI guess... I never realized it âtil now. Iâve never had a best friend. âSides Kari but that doesnât count; sheâs kinda obligated tâbe my friend. âNother thing I hadnât realized was how muchâv you I got used ât seeinâ. Itâs quieter when Iâm not with you, Emms. The kinda quiet that getâs me thinkinââanâ we both know thatâs never a good thing. Look, I guess what Iâm tryinâ tâsay is... Iâm glad youâre my friend. Even if yâfuckinâ yell a lot and always start shit that I gotta finish. Thereâs only two people I look forward tâseeinâ out in that cold-ass shithole. Youâre definitely oneâv them.â
âI owe ya. Way more than I think I can ever repay, but Iâve gotta feelinâ thatâs not really why you do it. The way you can just... put yourself on the line for a perfect stranger, itâs kinda crazy. You scare the shit outta me when I think about itââcause I really donât want you tâget hurt, Suyi. Someone like you doesnât deserve it... but youâre the one that always does, and maybe thatâs why yâdo what yâdo. Best I can do in return is look out for you. Lend you my eyes anâ ears, and my strength.
Oh, and pet the lilâ owl for me! Sheâs fuckinâ cute.â
â...Heh. I remember that smile of hers the most. No matter what was goinâ on, it was eager to come back. The more I travel, the more I realize that hardly anyone smiles like Mbali does. She stood up to her Pops for my sake, too. Probably saved my ass. ...I canât help but wonder what sheâs doinâ sometimes and I think about takinâ a trip back to that place, Ose be damned.â
âWeird ass kid. Weeeird as fuck. You're âbout as fucked up as the next guy, gotta chip on your shoulder and a really mean fisheye. More animal than manâbut thatâs the part I get the most. You didnât run or hide. Youâre even still standinâ after meetinâ my better half. Not a lotta people can say that and even while you stood there bleedinâ, you werenât afraid. You didnât see anyone âcept me and... I just canât shake it. The feelinâs a lot like hope and it scares me to think thatâs what it might be. I donât wanna hope just to be let down. But itâs the same with you, too. Part of me wouldnât mind never seeinâ your bitchass again... but thereâs another partâv me that might almost look forward to it.â
âYeah, you pretty much had me smilinâ from the start. Youâre such a weird girl and thatâs not a bad thing. You and Raz, youâre both fuckinâ troubleâand thatâs not a bad thing, either. I wanna hang out some more sometime. Talk shit over muffins or somethinâ, and just feel like... itâs gonna be okay. Youâre a lot like someone I used to know... and thatâs definitely not a bad thing, Lyn.â
âI can see why heâd be drawn to you âbout as much as why heâd wanna stay away from you. Youâre a lot like an old friendâv ours; not just the way you look, it goes way deeper than that. Youâve got this... brightness tâyou. This light and kindness, and it makes me feel like everythinâs gonna be okay. Like I can beâjust me and thatâs enough for you. I guess Iâll have tâkeep an eye on you while youâre expectinâ, since youâre pretty fuckinâ helpless in the kitchen.
Did I ever tell you about the loaf of bread I overbaked? Namedât Rhysa.â
âAsshole. For a while Iâd wondered why I was the only one to call it how it was. I get it now. Youâre... thereâs somethinâ really wrong with you. Youâre not the same Kaiz that turned his back on me and Pa. Youâve somehow managed to become even more of a motherfucker. Yâknow what else I get about you? Youâre only this fucked up âcause of them. They made you a monster... and you turned that against them. Heh. Maybe I donât like you or what you do, but I gotta respect at least that much about you. Youâre a fighterâyouâre a survivor. You trust only yourself and I guess in a world like ours, I canât blame you. But Iâm not like you and I wonât ever be... so, just stay outta my way.â
âHe told me everythinâ that night. Yâknow, when you showed up at the Danse totinâ your gun. Yâput a bullet in my brotherâs head then beggedâim to take your arm off and, what, purge Eorzea or somethinâ? Heh. Actinâ like a bad girl when all yâdo is come crawlinâ right back toâim for help. Youâre the worst kinda fuckin' person. He mightâve let you off easy, but donât let me catch you againâIâm bulletproof.â
Some of these rumors are untrue, speculation, or are greatly exaggerated. Please feel free to add your own rumors under the Player Character category!
NPC
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âą Common Rumors - Easily overheard. Use these freely!
â âWas a blonde boy, yes? Youâre talking about Khaz! He was such a sweet boy, he used to come just about every morn to greet me and fetch himself some mint lassi!â â Katherine, Ulâdahn Potwatch
â âHeâs good friends with that flaky alchemist cat! Strange girl. Hells, the boyâs justaâs strange. They gathered up bunch of junk, kept on coming to the scrapyard and put together this... whassit they calledât? Motorcycle, right! Loud pile oâ shite that godsdamned punk rides âround! Damnsit!â â Randwulf, Limsan Blacksmith
â âOh, yeah... I know'im... He got kinda known âround these parts âcause heâs a good fighter in the Rig and he used'ta just hang out with us. Once a whiles back I lost Ubu and he helped me findâim.â â Ulâdahn Urchin with his pet rat, Ubu
âą Uncommon Rumors - A little more difficult to hear. Use sparingly or ask first!
â âShh! Say nothinâ but Iâeard heâs from this wild tribe outâuv the Sagolii. Seenâem prowlinâ about outsideâv the Walls. Only a mattâr a time afore they come crawlinâ in to findâim.â â Thal Gatekeeper
â âYâseen tat boyâs arm? Ainât right, I tells ye. Keeps it all wrapped upân hided away... but I seen whatâs undhâer dere. Tat ain't no boy, tha's a damned beast! Ainât git yerself no fooled by tat bright smile oâis.â â Pit Fighter at the Quicksand
âą Rare Rumors - Very rarely overheard. Please ask before using!
â âHavenât ya noticed... those eyes of his? I heard theyâre a lot like that one monster they call The Reaper. You donât think... thatâs him, do ya?â â Worried Ulâdahn Seamstress
PC
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âą Player Character Rumors - Feel free to add rumors of your own!
â "The first time I met him, I knew he was different. Maybe that's why my father took to him so poorly. Nevertheless, I am determined to befriend this kind stranger. His smile is painfully sincere and his eyes... I find them familiar somehow. The longer he stays, the more I realize I enjoy his company... and his warmth." â Sorrel Ketra
â "Sigh. Yes, much as it oft pains me to admit it... that is my brother. Yes, the hooligan you saw riding some mechanical monstrosity down the streets. He calls the heap of junk a motorcycle." â The White Wolf, Feine
â "He was such a boy-next-door when we first met. Stumblinâ even over his own words but heâs changed a lot since then. Heâs no ordinary boy anymore, and definitely not the one you want livinâ next door." â Dez
â "Oh, that asshole? Aye, I seen 'im before. We ain't friends or nuffin', but those names ye callin' 'im ain't true. I've seen a real monster, an' he ain't one." â Chip
Context: âIâve had it. That feelinâ. Like I canât go on, like I canât keep breathinâ but I keep climbinâ. Donât look back now. I wonât back down. Yeah, Iâve heard their doubtsâthink I wonât amount to anythinâ but I proveâem wrong. Letâem hear my thunder roar! This what they been waitinâ for!â
Context: âDonât wanna be a boy, you wanna be a man! Yeah! You wanna stay alive, better do what you can. So, beat it! You got to show them that youâre really not scared. Youâre playing with your life, this ainât no truth or dare! Theyâll kick you, then theyâll beat you, then theyâll tell you itâs fair! So, beat itâbut you wanna be bad!â
Context: âWe donât deal with outsiders very well. They say newcomers have a certain smell. You have trust issuesânot to mention they say they can smell your intentions. All my friends are heathens, take it slow. Wait for them to ask you who you know. Please donât make any sudden moves... you donât know the half of the abuse.â
Context: âCovered in black we lack the social graces, just like an animal we crawl out of our cages. They canât tame us... so, if youâre one of us get on the bus! If youâre a freak like me, wave your flag! If youâre a freak like me, get off your ass! Itâs our time now to let it all hang out!â
Context: âI never played by the rules and I never really caredâmy nasty reputation takes me everywhere! I look and see, itâs not only me. So many others have stood where I stand, we are the youngâso raise your hands! They call us problem child, we spend our lives on trial, we walk an endless mile. We are the youth gone wild!â
Context: âI am livinâ the dream. I am what you fear most. I am anarchy. Iâm not sellinâ out... Iâm buyinâ in! I will not be forgotten, this is my time to shine. Iâve got the scars to prove that only the strong survive!â
Context: âOne-hundred plus through black and white. War horse, warhead. Fuck'em man, white-knuckle tight through black and white! On I burn, fuel is pumpinâ engines. Burninâ hard, loose and clean. And on I burn, churninâ my direction! Quench my thirst with gasoline! So gimme fuel, gimme fireâgimme that which I desire!â
Context: âIâm pushing back and running you over. Iâve been thrown down, run around, beaten âtil I hit the ground... Iâm tellinâ you right now that itâs over. Thereâs no room for mistakes, all the parts are in place. Say what you willâbut say it to my face! Better back the fuck up! Better shut the fuck up! Iâll do what I want and Iâll never give up!â
Context: âI canât believe in you any longer, I am stronger... stronger than you. You are empty, you are guiltyâyou are dead. Dead to me and Iâm never lookinâ back... I will leave you behind.â
Context: âIâm gonna trade this life for fortune and fame, Iâd even cut my hair and change my name! Iâm gonna sing those songs that offend the censors, gonna pop my pills from a pez dispenser. Get washed-up singers writinâ all my songs, lip syncâem every night so I donât getâem wrong. Well, we all just wanna be big rockstars and live in hilltop houses, drivinâ fifteen cars. And weâll hang out at the coolest bars, in the VIP with the movie stars. Every good gold diggerâs gonna wind up there, every Playboy bunny with her bleached blonde hairâHey, hey! I wanna be a rockstar!â
Context: âHero! Donât wanna hear you callinâ out my name, Iâm not here for fortune and fame. Hero! Instead, Iâll fight knowinâ nobody knows my name. Push on! The mortal man I used to be has diedâthereâs gods inside my fist tonight. Hero! Iâll stay, until I taste the dirt of defeat someday!â
Context: âIâm gonna be the mane event, like no king was before! Iâm brushinâ up on lookinâ downâIâm workinâ on my roar! Oh, I just canât wait to be king!â
Context: âIt's time to take ahold of what belongs to me. It's time to walk away with no apologies. These voices in the mirror start quietly... and now they're screaming back at me! Don't back down, holding on 'til my hands and mind are bleeding. Don't back down! This is my birthright.â
Context: âI can feel the animal inside and my resolve is weakening. Pounding at the doors of my mindâitâs nearly overpowering! I cannot begin to describe the hunger that I feel again. Run if you intend to survive... for the beast is coming to life.â
Context: âIf this is who I am... do I know myself? Donât forget your lifeâs your own, donât ever let it go. In the heat of the moment, when fear has you frozen. Youâre crashing and burning, when lifeâs at its coldest. Donât fall too far from who you are. They can cut us but weâll wear our scars!â
Context: âThe storm is rising inside of me. Donâtâcha feel that our worlds collide? Itâs getting harder to breathe... it hurts deep inside. Just let me be who I am, is what you really need to understand! And I hope so hard for the pain to go away. And itâs torturing me but I canât break free! So, I cry and cry but just wonât get it outâthe silent scream.â
Context: âMy chosen torture makes me stronger in a life that craves the hunger. A freedom and a quest for life. Until the end, the judgement night. Watch the footsteps but never follow... if you want to live tomorrow. Steal a soul for a second chanceâbut you will never become a man. â
Context: âNow I know how the angel fell, I know the tale and I know it too well. Iâll make you wish you had a soul to sell when I strike you down and send you straight to hell. My army comes from deep withinâbeneath my soul, beneath my skin. As youâre ending, Iâm about to begin. My strengthâHis bane, and I will never give in.â
Context: "Little girl, you like it loud. Come alive in the middle of a crowd. You wanna scream, you wanna shoutâget excited when the lights go down at the rock show! Youâll be right in the front row! Heart and soul, they both know itâs where you gotta be."
Artist: Martin Garrix & David Guetta (ft. Jamie Scott & Romy Dya)
Theme: Khaz & Dez
Context: "Oh, love. How I miss you every single day when I see you on those streets. Oh, love. Tell me there's a river I can swim that will bring you back to me, 'cause I don't know how to love someone else. ...I don't know how to forget your face. Oh, love. God, I miss you every single day and now you're so far away."
Context: "To capture a predator you canât remain the prey. You have to become an equal in every way. So look in the mirror and tell me, who do you see? Is it still you... or is it me? Become the beast. We donât have to hide. Do I terrify you... or do you feel alive?"
Context: "Get on your knees and let the games begin. Bow to your queen and I will crown your head. âCause I can make you every inch a kingâbefore I do it, tell me. Tell me whatâs in it for me? I need someone young, willing and able. You need someone old enough to know better. I want you to do my dirty work!"
â I will play mature content and themes (violence, drug / alcohol use) as long as they're logical in a plot-driven encounter. Coarse and excessive language. Temporary injury and incapacitation. Temporary imprisonment. Most walk-up encounters.
â Ask about long-term and/or permanent injury and disfigurement. Long-term captivity or imprisonment.
â I won't play permanent character death or rape plots. Risque scenes. ERP. *Casual romance.
Disclaimer
â OOC > IC. If an aspect of RP makes you uncomfortable in a scene we're playing, please donât be afraid to let me know. Communication is very important, more important than keeping immersion.
â Posts. My posts can be considered âparaâ by RP standards. If you donât like long or wordy replies just let me know and Iâll adjust accordingly! In-game my posts are much more concise!
â Warning Label. Khaz comes with coarse language, violence, some criminal activity and a bad attitude. He doesn't like you, but don't take it personally. He doesn't like most people and the feeling's mutual!
â Romance Note.* While thereâs the potential that Khaz could pursue a romantic relationship with another muse, please understand this isnât my focal point in storytelling. These feelings would take time for Khaz to develop (given all of his insecurities and trepidations), in addition to the time it would take me, as his writer, to feel comfortable enough to write in that genre with my RP partner.
RP Hooks
â Coeurl. Khaz comes from a small Coeurl tribe that lives in the Sagolii desert. Theyâre rather reclusive and an eccentric bunch surrounded by a strange rumor. They say the tribe is comprised of both miqoâte and coeurls, and that those coeurls were former tribesmen.
â Renegade. Since escaping the tribeâs clutches, Khaz has had to keep from the deserts and take refuge where heâs confident they wonât follow: Civilization. But desperate times may call for desperate measures. Are you a mercenary looking for work? They have an uncrowned prince on the run theyâd like you to bring back home...
â Coeurlfist. While he loves sparring, Khazicâs since âretiredâ from both underground and sportsmanship fighting. Once dubbed the Coeurlfist because of the leather sleeve worn over his right arm, affixed with metal claws, he can still sometimes be spotted hanging around fight clubs; watching matches but never participating.
â Vagabond. Khaz frequents the cities of Limsa and Ishgard most commonly, especially The Mist. Though he could easily be found taking trips through Ul'dah and Gridania, and their surrounding regions.
â The Topmast Thereâs a seaside suite he retreats to. Are you perhaps a neighbor or simply passing through the neighborhood? You may just bump into this rowdy catte.
â Let's Rock! And if you're anything of a nightowl, you might've overheard some unique and strange chords being played from that Topmast suite from time to time. Humming, sometimes singing as he passes through the Mist or goes for a late night swim.
â Noceur Nestled atop the high rise of The Mist, the Noceur Nightclub flaunts wealth and entertainment on some nights. Between the bustling music and fluorescent lights, youâll find Khazic behind the eclectic barâmixing and serving out drinks to the beat.
â Cool Rider. Yes. Khaz does own a strange contraption of junk metal, held together by duct tape and wishful thinking, that resembles something of a motorcycle. It's loud and sometimes stalls, but it's his pride and joy!
Misc.
â Contact. If youâre interested in RPing with me but canât get ahold of me in-game (@Revenir A'noir), youâre welcome to contact me via PM @RPC or Discrod @Noi.Ze#1961!
â Schedule. I'm generally available in-game and out-of-game throughout the afternoon and early morning (MST), except maybe on Fri/Sat!
â Preferences. Despite my own personal preference for RP through venues like Discord or RPC, Iâm still very open to in-game RP if thatâs my partnerâs preference!
â Server. Balmung
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