MOROKHA QESTIR
"Everything I saw in the dark, I'll drag into the light."
She who pursues a merciless ideal. Cast out by her tribe for murder. Wanderer, sellsword, and occasional violent vigilante.
NAME: Morokha Qestir / "Rokha"
TITLE: Mx.
AGE: 27
PRONOUNS: She/her
RACE: Xaela
PHYSICAL: Short even for a Xaela, and deceptively slight. Greyish-blue skin. Always covers the lower half of her face. Coarse white hair frames her eyes, which are a deep cherry red with glowing golden limbal rings.
COMMUNICATION: Like all Qestir, she doesn't speak. She can understand and write in both Doman and Common Eorzean. She is fluent in Qestir sign language and passable in both Doman and Eorzean sign language.
BACKGROUND: A Qestir who left the tribe to expand her horizons, came back, and was expelled again for murdering a friend. Has spent most of the past decade drifting from place to place.
TRAITS: Bullheaded, nosy, uncompromising, quick-tempered, honest to a fault, strong sense of justice
PROFESSION: Sellsword, busybody, nuisance
WEAPONS: Greatswords (preferred), guns (when convenient)
USUAL HAUNTS: Most commonly found in Ishgard, Kugane, or Ul'dah, looking for work. If she can't find work, she makes trouble. Frequently rents a room in the Forgotten Knight.
Remember: those who speak will lie, and those who lie are cowards. But what has been done cannot be denied. Actions are the only truth.
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Sword for hire
Morokha's main source of income is mercenary work, and she's constantly searching for clients. For anyone looking to hire a blade, her enormous greatsword and well-used armor speak volumes when she cannot. As a drifter, she's open to taking jobs anywhere in the world.
Making waves...
Where Morokha goes, trouble follows. Without a job to focus on she's restless, violent, and all too willing to stick her sword in other people's business. Maybe you've stumbled on her picking a fight with the local law enforcement or gang, or you've run afoul of a monster and she's decided to swoop in.
On the hunt
Morokha is an avid hunter; the bigger the quarry, the better. When roughing it in the wild she tracks, kills, and cooks her own food. She will sometimes take marks from hunt billboards as well. Who knows, maybe you're stalking the same prey? Or are you just hoping to have some of her meal?
Infamy
If you're also a Xaela, you might have heard of Morokha Qestir, friend-killer and exile from the Steppes. Nobody knows why she killed her friend, and she made no attempts at defense. "Let my actions speak for themselves."