Nahri Sohl (Non-WoL)
"It is not my preference to see to matters personally, but I will see them done." [Overwatch, Moira O'Deorain]
B A S I C S
Name
Nahri Sohl
Nicknames
Nahri does not suffer nicknames, you will address her properly or you will not address her at all.
Age
Somewhere in her 40s, maybe 44 or 45.
Nameday
I haven't decided, but she is most certainly a summer child
Race
Hellsguard Roegadyn (As far as she is aware)
Gender
Genderfluid
Orientation
Lesbian
Profession
Proprietress of the White Alyssum entertainment hall; aspiring member of the Syndicate; Teledji Adeledji’s personal demon; blackmail (it's a very lucrative business)
P H Y S I C A L A S P E C T S
Hair
Black as coal and always kept short, always mussed like she just rolled out of someone's bed.
Eyes
Pale blue
Skin:
Deep bronze
Tattoos/Scars:
Nahri has horrible slashing scars covering up a tattoo on one of her wrists. The image is indiscernible beneath the gnarled flesh. She does not speak of it, everyone knows better than to ask.
F A M I L Y
Parents
Shining Sapphire
A wealthy Ala Mhigan merchant and otherworldly beauty. She was ruthless and over-ambitious, and she drew attention from the wrong people, which got her killed.
Ambiguously Important Father
A Roe or maybe Hyur who might've had a very distant claim to the Ala Mhigan throne. He was killed in one of King Theodoric's purges. Nahri never knew him. She's probably looking into it though, just in case she has claim to Ala Mhigo herself.
Siblings:
Elle de Marinterre - Older half-sister
Nahri knows of Elle but has never met her. Allegedly Elle "stinks of human decency". Elle would try to build a relationship with her sister, but Nahri would never cooperate. She is a botanist.
Grandparents: Dead, most definitely dead.
In-laws and Other:
Miray: An Ul’dah woman with dark hair, bronze skin, a voice like summer rain. She drinks her coffee hot without cream because she says it tastes like sunlight in the desert. She left Nahri after finding out how she was making her fortune (spoiler: it was very illegal).
Ajisai Kawanami : Nahri is only nice to her because the Warrior of Light is a capable tool and tools must be maintained else they lose their edge.
Pets: I have a hard time imagining this woman having a pet. She's just too busy.
S K I L L S
Abilities:
Thaumaturgy
To survive in this world, one needs a competitive edge and a fireball seems like a very good place to start. She joined up with the Thaumaturge's Guild when she first arrived in Ul'dah, because if the Ul'dahns would not lift a finger to help her, then she would help herself. Nahri just loves to play with fire, it makes things so much more interesting.
Sleight of Hand
Good fortune comes to those who know how to pluck it from well-off pockets. Nahri understands that one cannot make something of nothing and sometimes ‘something’ needs to be borrowed from those with too much. She is also good at card tricks and cutesy street magic that she is very proud of. In another life, she might’ve been an entertainer.
Business Sense
Some people might call Nahri’s tactics theft or underhanded, but those people are beggars at the table.
Hobbies: Blackmail, drinking top shelf liquor, falling in love with every woman who reminds her even vaguely of Miray, reading cheesy romance novels, fencing, gambling, making new problems to avoid her personal problems
T R A I T S
Most Positive Trait:
Altruism is something people would not associate with Nahri Sohl, but she does see to it that one's basic human needs are met. She does not care about your tragic backstory. She does care that you are starving and nobody is lifting a finger to help. She's very "give a man a fish, teach him to fish, and then leave him to sink or swim."
Most Negative Trait:
Ambition rolls off this woman like waves of heat in the desert air. She knows exactly what she wants and how she's going to get it. That's not inherently bad thing. It's just she's willing to "do away" with anyone who gets in her path. She'll find all your dirty secrets and she'll use them against you however she pleases. She’ll put you in the ground if that’s where you suit her.
L I K E S
Colors: Gold [the way it looked in Miray's hair], turquoise, deep brown, amber sunshine, red like desert rocks, white
Smells: Fresh flatbread, sunshine on linen, hot coffee, the coconut sweetness of Miray’s perfume
Textures: Silk, fur
Drinks: Bitter coffee with a bite of lokum, fresh spring water, the licorice taste of arak
OTHER DETAILS
Smokes:
Yes absolutely
Drinks:
If it's outrageously expensive, it's on the table
Drugs:
I want to say no, but honestly I feel like Nahri probably does lines of something in her office. If anyone wants to school me on Eorzean drugs, please do.
Mount Issuance:
She seldom leaves Ul'dah but when she does, she hires carriages, takes airships, and uses aetherytes. She doesn't usually go on journeys long enough to warrant having a mount.
Been Arrested:
A few times when she was first learning the dance of taking without permission.
tagged by the dear @ishgard ! Thank you!! :D
tagging (with much affection, trying to tag some friends I didn't tag in the last one. If you already been tagged then consider yourself double, triple, quadruple tagged and you get a smiley face sticker from me): @elliewiltarwyn @sailor-artemis @eorzeanflowers @lilbittymonster @flusteredracoons @laladventures @hinganskies @magitekbun @icehearts
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"Brain damage" only sounds like a harsh and offensive way to describe brain injuries because people constantly use it as an insult. It's a totally neutral descriptor of what it is. I have brain damage. My brain is damaged. It's not ableist to call it that, it's ableist to call people you don't like brain damaged because you think it's an inherently bad thing to be.
(Yes abled bodied neurodivergents, that includes you)
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Ghost Kitchen (brought to you by criminal entrepreneur, Red Hood)
Danny’s got the easiest job in Gotham.
He works as a fry cook at a shoddily-run, independent burger joint. Hardly anyone comes in, despite prices being criminally low, and portions insanely large, and while the manager looks like the average tough-as-nails ex-con, he lets Danny mess around in the kitchen whenever the place is empty. (Which is often. This place has to be the city’s hidden gem or something!)
Mr. Manager’s the only one ever there with Danny, except for sometimes when his buddies come over to smoke and play cards. Danny would find it shady, except part of his job is not to ask questions. Literally, he was told during the interview.
(It was a weird interview. Why would they need to hire someone who’s been in a gunfight before? Like, he has, but Gotham’s idea of “hirable qualities” is so bizarre.)
So instead he whips up some killer burgers with the frozen ingredients, and basks in the praise as the guys tell him he shouldn’t have, he does too much for this joint, ain’t that friendly!
Now, Danny’s a chef on the newer side. As a teen he’d preferred the look of Nasty Burger over anything with Michelin stars, and he only really took up cooking after Jazz moved out for college. But just like ecto-exposure used to turn the groceries sentient, Danny’s low-level ecto signature imbues all his food with something historically haunted Gothamites just love! And Danny’s never been one to half-ass a job when it makes people happy.
With fresher produce, real meat, Danny’s sure he can take his dishes to the next level. It takes a couple months of badgering, but his manager finally agrees to contact the mysterious store owner, who keeps the place going, despite profits Danny knows have to be in the red.
Danny spends the morning prepping. He pours his heart into his food, eager to impress. The big boss will be here soon, and he wants to prove that despite the dangerous location, this place has real potential!
It isn’t until the Red Hood shows up that Danny realizes he’s been working for a money laundering scheme.
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Kidnapper: we have your son.
Hotch: but my son is with me right now.
Kidnapper: ..shit. then who is this? he asked to pour him 250 ml of chocolate milk because I quote “statistically-
Hotch: fuck they have Reid. BABY, HOLD ON I’M COMING!
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