Enoka
Age: 30
Race: Au'ra -Xaela
Tribe: Dotharl
Gender: FemaleAppearance
Standing at 5 Fulms and 2 ilms she is one of the tallest of her Races. She has long silver hair and raven black scales that are scattered about her body. A hidden sigil of her enslavement rests on the back of her neck, barely visible.She has claws on all her fingers and and green rings around her darkened eyes. Enokas facial features are soft, and she is often seen smiling and laughing no matter the situation.
Whoever fights monsters should see to it that in the process he does not become a monster. And if you gaze long enough into an abyss, the abyss will gaze back into you.-
Friedrich Nietzsche -
History
Enoka SolenneAge: 30Race: Au'ra - XaelaTribe: DotharlEnoka, whose parents were hunters and warriors, had only one child. They were open minded and thought to welcome people to the steppe but not all would arrive in good faith. A merchant ship said to be bringing food and good to trade among the steppe worked their way around the different tribes but no word of their deeds had reached them until it was too late. A large group of strangely dressed men and women charged the tribe at night on the backs of chocobos, guns in their hands and swords on their belts. Many of them were killed swiftly by the men standing guard that night, but soon they were knocked down by bullets far deadlier than they had imagined… The ground soaked in the blood of elder Xaela men and women both, what was left was younglings, mostly too young to fight back. Blindfolded and bound by ropes they were marched for what seemed an eternity back to the trading ships bound for eorzea and it’s black market.Enoka found herself hobbled im the darkest corner of the boats underbelly feeling the ocean sway her insides as she ate and drank the scraps tossed to her. Not all her “siblings” made it to shore, for many the voyage was too long and some were made examples of when they tried to fight back… Many tribes were tossed together in the hull but she did little talking to them, staying quiet out of fear, and survival. There too were some Raen girls, valued more for their dainty looks and white scales, perhaps she was lucky to be Xaela for she might be spared their fate, only the gods knew what awaited them in eorzea.On the isle of Vylbrand she was finally able to feel dry land beneath her feet, she found herself even more alone among strangers. Through several different parties she found herself in an orphanage of sorts, traded several times before being set off for adoption and service. Only 5 years old she found herself on the doorstep of a rather wealthy family who lived in the outer edge of La Noscea far from the watchful gaze of the city of Lominsa. The Master of the House, a Tall Black haired duskwight elezen and his Wife a blonde wildwood elezen of similar height had several adopted children who were of varrying ages all who were also elezen and then there was Her. Her name too hard to pronounce by their uncultured tongues replaced by a similar name, Enoka, Their last name bestowed upon her not as a gift of family but as a title of property, she was Enoka of house Solenne.Until she came of age she was put through basic education so to be more pleasurable in basic conversation and to travel outside the house without suspicion, this lead her to enjoy learning and she would take up books whenever she could. She learned to play music and dance, somethings her master loved most that also brought her pleasure… But in the end he was still her master, a dark mysterious man who was enamored by her exoticness the moment she was free of childhood., And the moment he had no more obligations to his family. his wife having passed when Enoka was around 12, and the children now being grown he was a widower with wealth and status, and she was his…He did not beat her often, but he did not love her sweetly either, and when the day was done, there was nothing he enjoyed more than her…she was used to this behavior, all her life she had been expected to be a secret symbol of status among the elite… A pet from a far away place only looked upon by those who valued her as a plaything, an object force to be of service. She knew this even when they let her play in the waters at Costa del sol during one of families outings. She knew this when they took her to Gridania to buy leathers from the guild, and they bought her a dress that her master picked. She knew this too when they paraded her around the backroom parties in her older years. She did not fear the men’s looks upon her body, but she flinched at their touches, their cold hard hands touching her scales, sometimes pulling her horns in curiosity.The servant, a young woman named Jaela was sympathetic to Enokas lot, she too had been sold into service but in a different manner. She would rub Enokas Horns sometimes at night if she had been handled roughly, and she would give her food when the masters starved her for messing up. They were best friends for many years until the calamity came.Enoka had been out that day and had returned home and was down in the wine cellar when the fires hit when the rocks rained down onto the ground, burning everything around. Her house splintered by rocks she found herself trapped beneath wood sand stone. She heard screaming all night, crashing explosion after explosion. The house shifting several times as areas around the plot of land was struck by debris. By the time the elder primal had been defeated, she had lost track of time and the house had completely buried her.Working against time to clear the debris Before she lost most of the oxygen in the cellar she dug her way out finally making it to the surface many hours later. There was nothing for malms, everything was destroyed and everyone including he master was dead.Enoka stood upon the burning pile of what was her life, she now stood alone again in the world… Free
Adventuring Life
Having escaped with only her life the Night of the Calamity she wandered aimlessly for days as the fires rages on and the bodies of the dead were pulled out from the ashes. She followed some old roads she remembered that took her to the city state of Limsa Lominsa where she sought refuge. Nobody turned her away there, Nobody questioned who she was either or where she had come from and that was just fine with her.
It had come to her attention that she would have to Make a name for herself in order to survive, not knowing much about her history save only for what was given to her she enlisted into the Maelstrom to become a soldier and find herself. Enoka Solenne, the name burning in her mouth even after 22 years of it belonging to her she would learn to live with it, learn to love it. She rose through the ranks at first quickly before deciding to take up the life of adventuring after a short leave from Limsa during her 23rd summer. She visited Gridania and found she had a passion for Healing and helping others and so she became a conjurer...there was little to compare between her and the Padjal of the Fane, but she found them to be interesting, different like her; and that brought a smile to her face. Brother E-sumi-yan was always a pleasure to be around and she found she had learned a lot from him.Darker magics came easy to her as well as there was always a dark spot inside her she would never admit to. This void aether circulated when she got angry, it filled her with a rage that she had only felt a few times in her life. Enoka had managed to control this anger, fill it with the white aether that usually flowed through her. The guild masters In Ul'dah helped her to channel this energy and she would find the peace again inside her, even when burning the ground with flames or freezing her enemies in place.
--------------------------------------Jobs/ClassesConjurer (WHM)
Thaumaturge (BLM)
Dancer
Bard
Botanist
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Samurai
Red Mage
Monk
HeritageThrough great tribulation Enoka endured the nightmares that followed the Orl tribes Vision quest. There were images that flashed before her of the night that she was taken, blood soaked grounds all around her. men and women screaming in battle as they younglings we're smuggled out in the cover of night.Her parents were gone from her sight, there were torches strewn about the brushing the ground, flames rising in all sides.Images from the day before began to form in her mind, memories long repressed that she could barely understand. She was 5, and she stood before a beast many times her size, her mother behind her, her father farther still as she stood dagger in hand to kill her first...memories of blood and fear, adrenaline coursing through her as she brought low the creature. She remembers crying in her mother's arms, her father stoic in the distance sitting with his hands folded, a smile on his face for his daughter.They were out with others a small raiding party as her nameday had come and as tradition called she would learn to hunt and kill. celebrations went long into the night as the hunting party returned to the camp that night...her Father Khuyag Dotharl and her mother
Möngömaa Dotharl lead the group in traditional song and dance that night, as drums echoed through their hearts and bodies, rain began to beat down upon the ground around their camp, masking the sound of the incoming storm of riders.Enoka remembered her mother for the first time...Möngömaa, named for her silver hair and pale skin... And her Father Khuyag, a fierce warrior who was the largest of the men in her family. as their memory flashed into her mind so did her name. Long butchered by western tongue's, Enkhtuya Dotharl was named not as a warrior like her father, or like her aunt's, but as a light in the dark, a Ray of Peace.She took after her mother mostly in appearance but was taller than the other girls, like her father. Whilst healers and mages we're not common among the Xaela, her ability to use aether came easy to her...but so too did the urge to fight and stand victorious over her enemies. A Dotharl in blood, it only came natural to her to dive headfirst into battle, even without the upbringing of the steppe, as a healer she did not fear death. Like the images granted from her soul stone, so too did the vision quest grant her memories of her lost life.
PersonalityEnoka is shy at first, but when she opens up she is always laughing and having a good time. She values her friends and those she holds dear and will do anything for them.As a Healer by trade she will often be seen attempting to make others feel better even if she cannot heal them. As he story tells of servitude, Enoka is overly polite and apologizes often. Always one to bow and/or wave when she sees you and when you leave. She is always concerned for others and wants to make people happyEnoka will take time to mend your wounds, listen to your problems and take interest in your adventures.She loves to dance and is affectionate to others, however there is a darker side to her, a more unexplored and untamed side... What could it be?Sometimes bratty and forward, Enoka is learning to be her own person and not let others dictate her actions----
Likes || Helping || Drinking || Fighting || friendship||Dislikes || Idiots || Rude people || Monsters ||Skills || Healing || Warding || Purification || Dancing || fighting
OOC about the playerHello! I'm an experienced Roleplayer, having started out in the old chatrooms and Forums, I love deep lore based RP, long stories and great friends. My preference for RP is Detailed paragraph when doing Story based RP but I also really enjoy Casual conversation and hijinks with friends. I'll do dungeons with you, Go swimming and even romance stories should our characters ever feel the bond.Through my FC I do more mature themed RP - partners must be over 18 for those themes. I'm familiar with D&D style of RP and Rollies and RP Battles like the Bloodsands. My main Locations currently are the Good court in Ul'Dah, the quicksand plaza, Pearl and the Bloodsands. I love overworld RP so let's go out into the wild together!I'm online all the time at varying hours as my job has no stable schedule. All you gotta do is Walk up and talk to me, I make time to say hello to anyone and everyone.Enoka and I share a lot of personality, so our RP and reactions are authentic - feel free to drop a /tell