Khorijin Mol

Intuitive • Curious • Driven

A once proud and devoted Mol tribe member, Khorijin grew up in the strict religious laws that the colony held. By the time she could talk she was being taught about the elder gods, and how every life was valuable. That it was imperative that no blood was ever spilled, due to each life's sanctity. For the longest of time, Khorijin never second guessed their teachings, and simply took that most other tribes believed the same in some form or fashion. This assumption was quickly dashed when they happened to camp alongside the Dazkar tribe when she was older. The Dazkars, known for their women being fierce, and strong hunters, they intrigued Khorijin with their ways. They were respectful to they prey they stalked, and made sure to give thanks to the gods for the life the animal gave to help sustain them. It was on one outing with a member of the Dazkars, that Khorijin's life changed forever.

Breaking the rules of her tribe, she went hunting with them, and experienced the thrill of the hunt first hand. Suddenly, the peaceful, but strict life she had been living just didn't satisfy her anymore. There was just something spiritual about how the Dazkars hunted, and honored their kill. It lead her to the hardest choice she ever had to make, and with a heavy heart, she left her tribe. As per tradition, she was shunned by the Mol, as she started her new life with the Dazkars. Under their tutelage she began to learn the lance, and their ways. What surprised her was that they never made her give up her surname to take their's, almost as if they had predicted she would leave them too, after a time.

When she finally parted ways with the Dazkars, she found herself settling, and making herself a home in the bustling city of Limsa Lominsa.