Oshol Kha
 Oshol Kha
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| Gender | Female |
| Race | Au Ra |
| Clan | Xaela |
| Citizenship | Ul'dah |
| Server | Balmung |
Oshol Kha is a rather snarky Xaela hailing from the distant continent of Othard. She's most often found wandering Ul'dah and La Noscea or escorting merchants and travelers between Thanalan and The Shroud. Her Limsan accent and smug grin usually marked her out of whatever crowd she was in.
Character Bio
Oshol hails from the distant continent of Othard. As part of the Kha tribe, she was encouraged to respect and embrace a variety of cultures in addition to that of the Au Ra. During her youth her village was attacked and she found refuge upon a trading Eorzean ship. Faced with uncertainty and separated from her family, she elected to remain aboard the vessel and began a life upon the great seas of Hydaelyn.
That experience left her rather rugged, imprinting upon her a Limsan philosphy and demeanor. She's blunt in conversation and gives the impression that shes her own greatest hero. A sharp eye has forged her into a competent marksman and navigator, skills she now uses to provide for herself. Though Oshol has endured her fair share of hardship, she keeps an upbeat attitude and is generally pleasant despite her teasing nature.
She maintains a well-toned body, fit and indicative of years spent working aboard a ship. Despite that her skin is a soft azure, accented by darker ebon scales. Her bust was modest but perky, never in the way but certainly there to provide a womanly figure. Her hips, on the other hand, were wide and full and wrapped around to a toned, firm behind.
Piercing silver eyes, inscribed by limbal rings the color of blood carefully measured all she spoke with. Freckles dotted her cheeks just below the eyes, more dark scales framing her visage before spilling down her neck. Her hair was thick and wavy, its dark locks often cut relatively short for practicality.
She most often sported a worn, leather jacket accented in gray here and there. A belt wrapped around her waist, a single coil of rope pinned over her tail. Simple leather pants pants hugged her scaled legs, disappearing into a pair of weathered, black boots. A silver revolver was holstered at her side, never more than a fingers length away from her hand.
Recognition and Rumors
Other members of the Kha tribe may recall a young Oshol that disappeared during a raid on their coastal encampment nearly ten years ago.
Those native to Limsa Lominsa or the high seas of the world may recognize her as the navigator of the Wayward Sun, a cargo ship that was sunk by Serpent Reavers.
