#nahare mergrey

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RP Hooks: Naharé Mergrey (Revised)

(It’s been quite a while and Naharé has gone through some changes. Seeing as I’m getting back into the swing of RP, I figured it would be a good idea to revise her RP Hooks. Poor girl has gotten a little dusty from sitting on the shelf after her last campaign.) *Naharé Mergrey (née X’naharé Rahz) was born and raised in Limsa Lominsa. She’s proud of being a city lass. *Perhaps you knew her from childhood? Or, mayhaps, you’ve worked with her before? *Speaking of work, she specializes in Magitek, Engineering, EOD, and guns. She has also crafted multiple versions of Mammets, even deploying them out into the field of battle. *She’s currently partnered with Maelstrom Command as a Freelancer working alongside Research and Development.

*She was deployed to Doma for a while with Maelstrom Command. You could have spotted her there. *Another note about work, Naharé operates as a mercenary and bounty hunter on the side. If the contract interests her, and the pay is good, she’ll likely accept it. Her morals tend to be -very- gray in the type of contracts. And, yes, she does have a body count. *Moving onto some more shady things, she has a criminal record out of Limsa. It consists of: Public Intoxication, Theft, Racketeering, Assault, and Aggravated Assault. She is currently not wanted. *If you want it, and can’t get it, she can probably smuggle it for you.

*Got a grudge against Garleans and Magitek? Her left arm was replaced with a Magitek prosthetic and she openly carries a Pre-Imperial Garlean Revolver. *In addition to her Garlean ties, her ex-husband is a defected Garlean engineer and airship pilot by the name of Askier kir Mergrey (aka Jin’a kir Epinoch). *If she is at home in Limsa you can typically find her frequenting the bars or fighting tournaments. Sometimes she’ll sit down by the dock and go fishing. *If you are from the Lynx tribe you can use that you knew, or heard of, Naharé’s parents, X’rahz Tia and X’adeya Mhasa. They were exiled after they were caught having relations and that it was revealed they had chosen each other as mates. *After the exile, they packed up and moved to Limsa where Rahz works as a Blacksmith and Adeya as a weaver/jewelcrafter. *Naharé has a twin sister, X’tohba Rahz, and a half-brother, X’khajirr Tia. Both of them live in Gridania at the moment. (That’ll do it! If you would like to RP you can contact me here or via Discord at NerdyLuu#4092. My time zone is EST.)

[jancisstuff]

Maelstrom Command - Magitek Instruction

“A lil bit ‘o fire dun hurt...”

[repose-and-run]

When you’re creeping on your friends in game and snapping screenshots of their glamour for art purposes :3c

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[valanthius-xiv]

Fisherman’s Bottom, Limsa Lominsa Lower Deck

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[subetei-noykin]

Fight Club 10/30/2017

As always I attended Limsan Fight Club tonight and despite a smaller turnout than usual due to the seasonal events going on, it was still a blast! @tarot-dancer showed up but IRL fell asleep on the floor next to me playing with her new kitten, the poor dear is sick (Neyuki, not the kitten) and just wanted to nap for a bit. Thus Neyuki was there ICly but didn't really get to do much, but as always her mere presence is enough to keep Subetei quite happy!

Subetei's first match against Nachin Qestir was a rousing battle of sword and armor vs axe and brass bells, with Nachin stealing the initiative by slamming Subetei's arm with a blunted scimitar. Earlier in the evening the proctor, Guillont Lusignan, had commented that the surest way to defeat an axe was to keep in close and press the advantage so the head couldn't be brought to bear, but Subetei proved it wrong by taking the fight using his style of gripping his axes just below the head and swinging with them when in close range. He parried Nachin's blows by locking the scimitar with the axe's curved head, twsiting them wide, or using the axe's shaft to keep his opponent trapped.

For the finale blow Subetei blocked a damning, powerful scimitar blow with his metal elbow guard and using the brief moment where Nachin couldn't block him, he grabbed the man's now recoiling arm and hurled him onto the ground with a sledgehammer throw that had the Qestir's armor ringing out for the arena to hear!

The two parted with shared respect and eagerness for another bout, with Subetei getting a chance to use his somewhat misshapen hand signs, learned from Neyuki. Shoutout to @falconsgaze for an enjoyable and well written fight that got me a chance to play up Subetei's style of axe fighting to great effect.

Bout #2 went to the night's proctor, Guillont Lusignan, tagged at his only available blog @wsurahbeln. Spurred on by @theduplicitousdame’s (won’t let me tag gosh darn it!) Nahare Mergrey spectating the two took to fists on the cobble and Subetei put on his coat for this one, because he likes to look good when losing teeth!

The fight started off with a solid opening uppercut into Guillont's gut from Subetei and him sweeping out of the way of a retaliating knee-headbutt combination, then fumbling his next move which was to be holding Guillont into a knee-bash to the side. Retaliating, Guillont threw a snapped jaw-punch at Subetei who swayed back out of the way and stepped back in with a heavy haymaker to Guillont's face, which the elezen took and swayed back only to himself lunge into Subetei with an uppercut directly to Subetei's chin, sending both men fumbling back from the exchange.

With his blood spilled, Subetei went into the fray with his battle-trance edging out his higher functions and Guillont himself met that ferocity; Subetei attempted to throw the man and ground him, only for Guillont to narrowly avoid any damage and use the throw to counter-throw Subetei full onto his back. The finale blow came as Subetei yanked Guillont underneath him on the ground, slamming his elbow into his face to nearly cause the man to black out; Syranelle Ironleaf was on hand, as the usual mender Krick Etune had left for the evening already, to quickly bring both men back to health when the bout was over.

Of course being battle-hardened dolts, the both of them, Subetei and Guillont parted with laughter and a shared desire to cross actual blades next time, without the restriction of the Fight Club's rules to hamper them from going all out. Nahare herself expressed a desire to fight either of the men and Subetei continued his tradition of shoving a bottle of his personal medicinal mead into someone's hands every so often, giving Nahare his spare bottle as he left for the evening with Neyuki!

I had a ton of fun tonight and cannot wait for next week to hopefully get to swing a few more punches with Subetei!

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Naharé’s Familiar: The Tiger

The Tiger, though very, very powerful, is a dangerous, mysterious, and unpredictable familiar. They are often the companion of one who has strong feelings of vengeance or hate to another person. However, you are most likely very independent and sure of who you are, and strive to be yourself and not conform to others. You are pushed through even the toughest of situations through willpower and wise decisions, if you are able to keep your feelings of anger in check. A Tiger familiar is a very strong, vicious partner in battle, helps their master through mental stress, and gives them the will to continue on. This Familiar Represents:   - Shadows - Willpower - Anger - Unpredictability - Mystery - Wisdom

** Take the test <<here>> ** I saw @gegenji​ do this quiz and I figured I would try it out for Naharé. For those of you that know her, hoo boy did this hit close to home.

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Character Titles and Handwriting: Naharé Mergrey

Whether they are aware of it or not, your characters might have a title that you use to refer to them without saying their name explicitly. It could be something as simple as their rank, their occupation, their place within their social hierarchy, or something symbolic to them and to you (the player) that you use as their tag. Add the meaning if you want! 

Powder Keg:

A nickname given to her by her husband because of her love for explosives and in general making things ‘go boom’. It may or may not reflect the kind of  unpredictable temperament she has on a near daily basis...

Cap’n Knees:

A play on words, she chose this herself. The first thing she likes to go for during battle is, of course, those knee caps. It’s a little hard to run when your legs have given out from under you. You can also see her using this technique during fighting tournaments with rubber bullets.

 Her Handwriting:

Naharé learned how to read first and write last. While her handwriting is legible, it leaves much room for improvement. If she ever signs her name, or writes in general, it’s in all caps and usually scrawled quickly.

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[jancisstuff]

Golden Bonding

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Golden Bonding

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(Chapter four of “Ace of Knives”)

“Answers”

Naharé entered through the Missing Member's doors and beamed a shite eating grin the moment Tray'ju caught her eyes. She sauntered her way towards the back of his chair with an all too cheery hum ringing from her throat. As soon as she was behind him she leaned in to slide both hands down his chest. Her breath smelled of rum when her lips touched his ear. "I have a few questions fer ye, sweet'eart." Just then the back of one hand swiftly moved to his throat with the blades on her glove putting pressure against his skin. The other hand came up to clasp her palms together to keep her grip firm.

Tray'ju had been enjoying a nice dinner. He was eating a chocobo burger slathered in fried onions and wine sauce. Point was, it was delicious, and juicy, and only half eaten when he caught the smell of booze and gun powder. He had enough time to swallow and put the burger down before the glove touched his throat. His tail twitched upwards and the three, poison barbed onyx rings rested an ilm away from Nahare's stomach. Tray forced a lecherous purr. “Couldn’t ye just say ‘ello like a normal person?” He commented with a wry smirk twisting his lips.

Naharé sharply bit his ear. "Ye expected summit else? Yet again I'm disappointed in ye." She let go of his neck but not before a few of her nails left a grazing trail. "Yer food smells good." She took a step back and kicked his tail away as she made her way around the table. A single finger dipped itself into the sauce with her tongue wrapping around the digit a nonce later. "Nnh. Not bad." She made herself comfortable in the chair across from him with one leg crossed over the other and her arms folded across her chest. The bloodied grenade pin could be seen on the leather chord around her neck and the equally as blooded Five of Knives peering from the left side of her brassiere. "Ye be a good boy an' hear me out, an' I'll leave ye ta ye dinner. Savvy?"

Tray'ju let out a small moan of enjoyment despite himself. There was a brief moment where he thought about legitimately driving those poisoned barbs into her, but she retreated before he could decide. Instead his tail came to rest by his legs once more. His visible blue eye glared at her, and he rose an eyebrow while his pierced tongue rolled over his gums. He weighed the situation in his mind. Tray casually lowered his hands to his belt with the fingers of his right hand lightly resting on his holstered revolver. “How can I refuse such a generous offer?” He replied sarcastically, feigning a delighted smile. “Do go on.” Every muscle in his body was coiled to spring. He had not forgotten her card.

Naharé's eyes flickered to his hands. The gesture wasn't lost on her. She mocked his expression with a raised brow of her own. "The pin. Who?" Her voice held a blunt tone. She squared her jaw and ground her teeth together.

"Who what?" Tray answered calmly. "Need context here my dear." His tail flicked as he watched her grind her jaw.

Naharé narrowed her eyes. "Gave. Ye. Tha. Pin."

"Million gil question, ain't it?" Tray mused. "No one gave it to me. I took it. Right off a workbench." He paused to take another bite of his food. "Oh, forgot to mention the workbench was in yer husband's cell." He swallowed. "Did it while the guards were smashing him around. Proof I know who has him."

Naharé inhaled sharply through her nose. She was partially right on her hunch of Askier being captured. The air held in her chest exhaled very slow. "Fer a second I thought ye were lackin' basic question comprehension. Where is 'e?"

Tray'ju clicked his tongue and shook his head. "I suddenly can't recall. Too many mushrooms last night." He gave an innocent looking shrug. "But I do remember the name of the chap that locked him up in the first place." He reached into his coat and slipped a sketch of a Lalafell across the table. The Lalafell was elderly, with a refined mustache and well groomed hair. "Frandrin Mandrin. Monetarist, businessman, and Garlean sympathizer. Having yer husband makin' bombs for the Garleans again was a happy day for him indeed. Ye should ask him yerself. And feel free to kill him after." Tray gave an endearing smile. "Does us both a favor."

"It seems ye've fergotten about that bounty sittin' on top 'o yer pretty head, yeah?" Naharé grumbled and snatched the sketch. "Ye claim not knowin' tha location but ye can easily tell me who?" In her head she mused, 'I'll kill both 'o ye whoresons.' She tilted her head with a sigh. "Is this tha bugger ye royally pissed off an' ruined yer life ta? I thought ye were keepin' yer head down but yer still playin' 'round in prison cells it seems. Yer not very smart, love."

"Think what ye like about how I got the pin." Tray shrugged, amused she thought he'd taken the pin after his fall from grace. Truth was, she'd been an insurance policy since before he'd lost everything. "But ye have yerself a name, but not anything else. I'm not gonna play all my cards. And if ye feel like trying on collecting on that bounty right here and now, well," He pulled the hammer back on his revolver with his thumb as he used his other hand to pull the fabric from his black eye. “I’ll be sure to send my regards to yer husband. I know what it’s like to be a widower.”

Naharé slowly, and carefully, folded the sketch into several neat squares. She was focused on the sketch, yet both of her ears sat perked high and forward catching Tray's movements. "Sweet'eart ye've already started yer card game with me. Ye can't take that back even if'n ye wanted ta." Her eyes lifted to his face now. "Yer threat is fallin' on ears that dun care. I'd be stupid ta collect me bounty righ' now." A smile curled her lips. "Yer gun worries me not. So, why did ye give me tha pin in tha firs' place, hm?" Even if she did collect her husband alive it didn't guarantee that he'd stay in one piece.

"Ye know," Tray licked his lips as he pretended to think. "It's the damnedest thing, I can't recall that either." He chuckled. "Damn all the mushrooms. I should probably stop." He took another massive bite of his food. He chewed loudly and swallowed. "But least ye have a shot at freeing yer mate. Seems like ye are coming out ahead here. I never was a very good card player."

Naharé wrinkled her nose as if to sneeze. She held up a finger in a 'one moment' gesture and turned her head. "Ugh," she muttered when no 'sneeze' came forth. Naharé gently rubbed the tip of her nose. "Nnh. It's summit learned over time." She shook her head, blinking a few times. "Think m'good now." With her palms she pushed away from the table and stood. "Ye did as I asked. Surprisin'ly." Around the table she went again and with another pause by Tray's chair. "Look... Thank ye. I guess." A feigned frown crossed her face. "Enjoy tha rest 'o yer food, love. An' tha kid play date ye mentioned a while back? I jus' migh' take yer offer if'n yer still up fer it." She squeezed his shoulder and gave him a half smile.

Tray'ju rose an eyebrow at her sudden display of... whatever it was. It was weird and it made the hair on the back of his neck prickle. 'Thank ye' from her lips was as bizzare as seeing a cat bark and the smuggler was now more uneasy than ever. He wasn't sure how to react and he blinked several times to compose himself. "Well, I... suppose maybe we will. I'll have to get back to ye on that after seeing how my son is." Tray did not let go of his gun even though he returned he smile.

"I... jus' wanna set shite straight, yeah? Bein' shitty ain't gonna help. Hells ye didn't even have ta tell me tha shite ye did now." She blew air through her lips and sighed again. "I'll see ye later..." With that she shoulder pushed the tavern doors open and made her leave, running her hands through her hair and mumbling all the while.

Tray'ju watched her go. He sucked on his teeth and then, leaning forward, used his free hand to eat the rest of his now tepid burger.

Naharé walked along the path leading down towards the Lower Decks with a deranged smile on her face. The thought of Tray'ju's kid had sparked another card to play and it amused her more than it probably should have. The laughter of her deceased, and equally as deranged, brother-in-law echoed in her mind. His abuse and influence still affected her to this day, and it was from that which stemmed the idea. Her chin twitched back and forth a few times, and after placing a roll of tobacco in her mouth she muttered, "Thanks little brother."

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Extended Habits: Naharé Mergrey

Bold all of your character’s regular truths & Italicize occasional / uncommon actions!

1. Smoking: the action or habit of inhaling and exhaling the smoke of tobacco or a drug. 2. Binge drinking: the consumption of an excessive amount of alcohol in a short period of time. 3. Drug abuse: the habitual taking of illegal drugs. 4. Nail biting: a common body language sign of anxiety/tension. 5. Lip biting: a common body language sign of anxiety/tension. 6. Night Owl: a person who is habitually active or wakeful at night. 7. Early bird: a person who rises, arrives, or acts before the usual or expected time. 8. Negative attitudes: a philosophy of approaching life with criticism and pessimism. 9. Positive attitudes: a philosophy of approaching life with optimism and confidence. 10. Swearing: the use of offensive language. 11. Superstitious: an irrational belief that an object, action, or circumstance not logically related to a course of events influences its outcome. 12. Inspecting fingernails: a common body language sign of boredom. 13. Scratching your neck: a common body language sign of uncertainty. 14. Foot and finger tapping: a common body language sign of stress/impatience. 15. Nose touch: a subtle body language sign of deceit. 16. Flipping hair: a common body language sign of craving attention. 17. Twirling hair: a common body language sign of flirtation. 18. Cracking knuckles: a common body language sign of readiness. 19. Hands behind back: a common body language sign of confidence. 20. Finger pointing: a common body language sign of authority. 21. Hands on hips: a common body language sign of readiness. 22: Hands in pockets: a common body language sign of mistrust/reluctance. 23. Frequent touch: a common body language sign of warmth/familiarity. 24. Throat-clearing: a common body language sign of rejection/doubt. 25: Jaw-clenching: a common body language sign of hostility. 26: Eye-rolling: a common body language sign of irritation. 27: Head-tilt: a common body language sign of interest. 28. Whistling: to emit high-pitched sound by forcing breath through a small hole between one’s lips or teeth; usually to a tune. 29. Humming: make a low, steady continuous sound like that of a bee; usually to a tune. 30. Perfectionism: refusal to accept any standard short of perfection. 31. Photographic memory: the ability to remember information or visual images in great detail. 32. Paranoia: a mental condition characterized by delusions of persecution, unwarranted jealousy, or exaggerated self-importance, typically worked into an organized system. 33. Exaggeration: a statement that represents something as better or worse than it really is. 34: Intuitive: using or based on what one feels to be true even without conscious reasoning; instinctive. 35: Quick-witted: showing or characterized by an ability to think or respond quickly and effectively. 36: Interrupting: breaking the continuity of a conversation with one’s own statements. 37: Doodling: to scribble or make rough drawings, absent-minded. 38: Irritable: having or showing a tendency to be easily annoyed. 39: Gambling: to play games of chance for money; bet. 40: Travel-sick: suffering from nausea caused by the motion of a moving vehicle, boat, or aircraft. 41: Sensitive: having or displaying a quick and delicate appreciation of others’ feelings. 42: Melancholy: a feeling of pensive sadness, typically with no obvious cause. 43: Chewing gum: the exercise of chewing flavored gum which is not intended for swallowing. 44: Fidgeting: to make small movements, especially of the hands and feet, through nervousness or impatience. 45: Skeptical: not easily convinced; having doubts or reservations. 46: Neat-freak: compulsively obsessed with cleanliness. 47: Gossiping: divulging personal information about others. 48: Prim: feeling or showing disapproval of anything regarded as improper; stiffly correct. 49: Abbreviating: Giving others nicknames/shortening names/giving pet names. 50: Having a catchphrase: having a sentence or phrase typically associated with a specific person.

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“Ace of Knives” 

(Excerpts of a conversation Naharé had with Tray’ju. Hopefully the edit still provides context. Chapter two can be found here, “One Card”.)

“Tha hells ye doin’ out ‘ere dousin’ yerself in drugs?” Naharé gazed at the man who was in a moko grass filled haze.

“Doing some thinking about life. A lot has changed and for not so good reasons.” Tray’ju shrugged.

“Finally had shite done ta ye? That’s a firs’.” Naharé was practically beaming on the inside yet her face held a deadpan expression at first.

“Aye. Monetarists seized my accounts and warehouses. My allies were either bribed or murdered, and they nearly killed my son.” Tray’ju muttered after taking another hit of the moko grass. “They also put a fat bounty on my head, which was nice.”

“This is why ye never put yer hands in tha pockets ‘o those that are deeper than yers.” Naharé smirked a little this time. “Tuck yer tail ‘twixt yer legs. Yer runnin’ out ‘o time.”

“Oh, by the by,” Tray’ju reached into his coat pocket and withdrew a grenade pin. “I was told to give this to ye by someone.” He flicked the pin at Naharé and turned to take his leave.

She snatched it out of the air and spent a few nonces staring at it within her palm. Naharé growled and tucked the pin into her hip pouch amongst a flask, rolled tobacco, and playing cards.

“OY!” Naharé grabbed Tray’ju’s wrist in a vice-like manner. It was her turn to give him something. The Ace of Knives. She shoved the card in his hand with a knowing smile. “A man whose life lies precariously within a house ‘o cards will see ‘em fall.” She backed away a few paces before turning around and taking her own leave.

Naharé had already planned on giving him the Ace of Knives, but now he especially deserved it...   

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Fatal Flaw: Naharé Mergrey

Fatal flaw: You’re too clever by half.

“Your intelligence is unmatched, but your smart mouth is going to get you into trouble one of these days. Everyone says so. Odds are you’ll make one witty remark too many and meet a tragic, easily preventable end that surprises no one in the least. You’ll be mourned, of course, but we all saw it coming, and you kind of deserved it.“

>>Quiz Here!<<

(I am not surprised in the least by this result lol)

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Honest Q&A Meme - Naharé Mergrey

What is your full name? “X'nahala Rahz. It's a dead name ta me. Naharé Mergrey is tha name I will live an' die by."

What do your friends call you? “Fer tha most part I respond ta Naha or Powder Keg. Given me temperament tha latter should be pretty self explanatory.”

What is your favorite animal? “Hm. D'lyhhia's lil' dodo has grown on me. Me mammet, Fidget, ain't an animal, but I do love 'im. Sometimes. Tha bugger can get annoyin'.”

Where were you born? “Limsa Lominsa. An' damn well proud 'o it!”

Do you have children? “Aye, I do. Twins. Alexei an' Ana. Me husband wasn't able ta sire so we chose a surrogate.”

Is there a person/people you love? “Love is a pain in tha arse, but I do have people close ta me. Askier Mergrey, me husband, though it ain't tha same as it used ta be. Rollin' Stone m'pretty sweet on. A damn good lookin' man that has his shite together. D'lyhhia Lhuil I care fer like she's me lil' sister."

What is your favorite color? “Ah. Jus' one? That ain't fair. M'gonna give ye four. Black, red, gold, an' purple. I've been told I look good in those colors. They're also relatively easy ta mix an' match.

What is your full occupation? “Heh... Me primary job is with tha Black Pearl Tradin' Company. D'lyhhia helped me get tha job. With 'em I operate outta tha Limsa port managing tha inventory, as well as loadin' an' movin' tha crates. We're also allied with tha Maelstrom as one 'o their trade levies.

When I'm able ta I teach BPT crew basic hand-ta-hand an' gunner combat. What good are tha crew if'n they can't even defend themselves?

Me personal work consists 'o developin' mammets an' turrets, buildin' an' repairin' guns, an' doin' engineer work. I like ta keep me hands busy.”

Are you good at physical fighting? “Damn righ' I am. Fist slingin' was tha firs' thing I learned. Then I learned ta add me feet an' even me teeth. I'll admit I dun play fair. I dun care, either. I'll even use whatever is nearby ta knock ye on yer arse.

As soon as I got me hands on a gun it was all downhill from there. Well, uphill fer me, downhill fer tha sod on tha receivin' end. I put all me attention inta learnin' ev'ry single detail.”

Which form are you best at? “Both. I never let meself get rusty. With tha type 'o environment I work in I can't afford ta let meself get rusty.”

What about magic? “Nay. Nay. An' nay some more. I hate magic. All 'o it. Get it away from me an' keep it that way. I've had too much shite happen ta me an' other people I know from that accursed practice. If'n I see magic users durin' battle then I shoot them firs'. No exceptions. Me half-brother practices tha healin' arts. I tell 'im ta go away an' do it if'n I can."

Which type are you best at? “I dun do magic so I ain't got a type that m'best at.”

Craftsmanship? “I mentioned it earlier. I can build mammets an' turrets. I can also build an' repair guns. Some explosives I can do. Engineering is another thing. Puttin' together Magitek prosthetics I have a knack fer considerin' I got meself one.”

Any other skills? “I can make seashell jewelry, but I dun do it often.”

Are you an only child? “Nay. I have a half-brother, Khajirr, an' a twin sister, Tohba.”

Where do you see yourself in five years? “Alive. Hopefully. If'n only fer tha sake 'o me kids. They ain't old 'nough ta go without me yet. After that? M'not sure.”

Have you ever almost died? “... Aye. Me late brother-in-law was driven ta madness by magics I'd rather not speak 'o. He's tha reason I hate any kind 'o magic. Tha bastard terrorized me an' me family fer tha better part 'o a year. Maybe longer. I've been shot at, stabbed, beaten, scarred... But nothin' compares ta tha abuse from me brother-in-law.”

Do you have a secret, not just a secret, but like a really big secret hardly anyone knows? “Aye, I do. But ye asked me if'n I had one, not tha context. So ye dun get tha context.”

Salty or sweet? “Um, in tha middle? I dun like ta indulge meself too much in one 'o tha other.”

Do you like yourself? “Heh... Sure.”

Do you believe in the Twelve? “Nay. I dun believe in wastin' a good part 'o me time dedicated ta tha Twelve. I only pay partial mind ta Llymlaen.”

Are you religious? “Did ye listen ta me jus' a second ago?”

Do you carry prejudice with you? “I despise most Seeker lads. Tha ones that try ta act like Nunhs, or are Nunhs, are full 'o shite. They ain't as special as they make themselves out ta be. Yer life is more than jus' tryin' ta see who has tha bigger dick an' how many women ye can shove it inta.

An' speakin' o' Seeker women. The ones that even abide by those stupid traditions are nothin' more than glorified breedin' cattle.

Ain't too fond 'o Xaela, either. They seem like a bunch 'o brutes? I dunno. There's too many 'o their damn tribes ta keep up with. I like tha Raen folks more.”

What do you consider entertainment? “Tavern crawlin', an' watchin' people beat tha shite outta each other in taverns or at fightin' events. I like ta jump in meself from time ta time. I like ta see what people are made 'o, an' if'n I can go toe-ta-toe with 'em.”

Favorite drink? “Rum. I dun leave tha house without a flask 'o rum on me. If'n I drink anythin' else then it's pineapple juice. Sometimes mixed with tha rum.”

Do you have any family traditions? “Not really? Sometimes I'll put up some decorations fer holidays, mostly fer Starlight.”

Are you a good person? “I know m'not.”

Thank you for answering my questions. “Tch. I gotta get back ta work.”

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The good life

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Naharé aesthetic