Xha'zi Viqqoh

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Xha’zi’s personality is often as ephemeral and ever-shifting as his physical presence can be.Some would call him reserved. Others might describe him as absent-minded and socially distant to the point of being rude. Others still might call him skittish, shy as a newborn animal and easily distressed or panicked.All of these would be accurate descriptors for him.Even so, those few that described him as brilliant, enthusiastic, eager, kind and curious would be just as accurate. Terrifying, focused, vengeful, protective, sweet, shy, generous and exacting; like all people, there is no one side of Xha’zi. What one experiences with him, what they see of who he is, is a unique experience for them, formed by the circumstances of their meeting and parting.

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Born to Xha Viqqoh in the dark heart of the South Shroud, Xha’zi lived a life curtained in secrecy and fear. A decade before his birth, the five great clans of the southernmost part of the Shroud suffered from a staggering loss of numbers. A vicious contagion that targeted the old and the weak and the young and the strong alike swept through, leaving a devastating lack of numbers in its wake. Like his many brothers and sisters before him, Xha’zi was the result of a desperate bid to repopulate the dwindling numbers of the great families. Had he been born as his brothers and sisters were, he might have become an essential part of that attempt to repopulate.He was not.The last son born to Xha Viqqoh was nothing like any clan member had ever seen in living memory. The dusky skin and dark eyes of his mother and father were nowhere to be seen at his birth. Rather, he was colourless, and in their fear the clan leaders proclaimed him cursed. Lacking the dark skin that Keepers use to hide in the shadows and hunt their prey, they reasoned, this child must have been born with a target on his back. Menphina, in her rage at the loss of her children, had pinned the child under her bright gaze and lit him up for the world to see. Without cover from predators and with no natural camouflage to shroud him in darkness and help him survive, it only made sense that they see him as the tainted abomination that he was.Xha’zi grew up in shadows. Hidden under cowls and gloves and any manner of dark cloaking that could hide his deplorable skin from sight, he was raised inside the small dwelling his large family shared. Rarely ever allowed to venture outside its walls, and ever reviled for his looks, resented for his presence and feared for his curse, Xha’zi’s only comfort came in the secret embraces and gentle sheltering of his family.Alas, that was not to last. The moment he was strong enough to leave his mother’s side, he was sent alongside the rest of the males in his clan to live and hunt in the forests outside their dwelling. Freedom, joy, knowledge and exploration became him truest of friends. And he was happy. For though he had been raised to behave differently from those around him, Xha’zi had never been told why.That was a blessing. And its own curse. On the day of his ascension into adulthood at 15, the day he would be presented to the females of his clan for potential breeding, the harsh looks and uncaring words of the clan elders at his presence finally told him that which had been kept from him. He left that night, with the love his family and an empty journal from an older brother.He set himself free of the stares, of the hiding from others, and made his life a pursuit of that which he had found joy in in those early years; the acquisition of knowledge, the joy of exploration and the thrill of solitary adventure free from judgement.There are no harsh stares now, some five years after his separation from his clan, but the scars of such deep wounds are slow to heal. Much has happened since then. He has learned terrible and wonderful truths, has grown into a man capable of cataclysmic destruction and universal salvation. And though he has learned the truth of his clan’s mistakes, has learned that the love of his goddess has never overlooked him, years of self-loathing and fear, of isolation and worry for the wrath of the heavens coming down on those around him, have left him scrambling still to learn how to be a person with an actual place in this world.

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Thanks for taking a look. Here's some general stuff you might want to know about me!

⌘ I've been playing ffxiv since it launched and been role playing in the community for about 5 years.⌘ Outside of ffxiv I have 15 years of role play experience and am very passionate about writing and story driven character development!⌘ I role-play multiverse by default and will only change this to single verse on request so please remember to ask if that's your preference!⌘ I am not, personally, comfortable role playing with anyone under the age of 18 regardless of content of said role play. Please respect that.⌘ I'm based in Scotland so my timezone is GMT and my sleep schedule is C H A O S.Cheerful Cryptid#1337⌘ Important Note: Please try to remember that my interactions with you as Xha'zi and my interactions with you as myself have a very clear divide.I will always indicate to you when I am in character by using prose, quotations or the /em function. Anything outside of that should be treated as myself and not Xha'zi. The same is said for the reverse.

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