[FFXIV] Naih Dakwhil
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Naih Dakwhil
absentminded • independent • aloof
"I'll kill your God if I have to. Maybe even if I don't."
Nameday: 11th Sun of the 1st Umbral Moon
Guardian Deity: Menphina, the Lover
Gods know how this woman become the Warrior of Light. A chronically tired idiot who can and will kill your God(s). Probably has rabies and WILL bite your ankles.
Contracted with a Voidsent just to feel alive and may or may not be slowly succumbing to corruption. Probably best not to think about that!
Eternally bonded to Ei. Probably divorced Emet-Selch. Maybe her next wife/husband will be normal.
Notes
- Keeper of the Moon Miqo'te have round pupils & fangs.
- Right eye permanently has the appearance of being Enshrouded.
- Wears an earring on her left ear 99% of the time (see refsheet).
- ~152cm tall.
- Slim body type, moderate chest.
Character
Likes
- Emet-Selch.
- Her Fat Cat.
- Being alone.
- Nighttime.
Dislikes
- Emet-Selch.
- The Wood Wailers.
- The Elementals.
- Water.
Moodboard
The Beginning
In childhood, Naih lived a simple life in a small clan of Keepers of The Moon in the depths of the Black Shroud. Life seemed peaceful until her ninth Summer, when her clan was brutally attacked by Gridanian hunters, leaving her as the sole survivor. Now a stray with a deep sense of survivor's guilt and a deep hatred for the Gridanian people, She found her way to Limsa Lominsa and learned to beg, borrow & steal to feed herself. She began picking up any job she could find, with no regards for morality. She was already numb to the sight of mutilated corpses, anyway.
The Rogue's Guild
She hadn’t slept in a week. Work was slow. She was starving. She got sloppy in a desperate attempt to pickpocket a passerby in a green bandana. Seemingly on pure reflex, the man’s elbow slammed into her head. As her vision flickered to black, she was far too exhausted, far too numb, to care what became of her.
To her surprise, she woke up. To even more surprise - she was laying in a cot with a thin blanket over her. Scrambling to sit up and assess the room, it seemed she had her belongings.
“Ah, yer awake? That damned fool Jacke really did ya in. I’m V’kebbe, he thought sendin’ a fellow stray to look after ya might make ya more comfortable,”
The woman’s colouration and those damned slitted pupils put Naih on edge.
“What do you want from me, Seeker?”
“I left any sense of me clan long ago. No qualms with yer people. We’re the Rogue’s Guild, and we’re giving ya the choice to join us, a roof over yer head, ye’ll never be hungry again. Or we can send ya back to the streets. Never thought we’d actually find that pink-haired Keeper everyone is gossiping about,”
And so Naih stayed. For the first time in years, she learned to rely on people again. She made friends. She had a family again - but the fear of losing them all over again never truly left.
The Scions of The Seventh Dawn
Noticed by the group calling themselves the Scions of The Seventh Dawn, she hesitated. It seemed like a good opportunity, but she was happy again.
“Ye should take them up on it, Naih. We’ve taught ye all we can, ye’ve got the capabilities to go further than this ol’ life. Seems they know a thing or two about that “Echo” ye got, too. If yer ever back here, we’ll always ‘ave a room for you,”
With Jacke and the other Rogue’s blessings, she made off with the Scions. Things escalated at a pace. Sure, she had new friends. They were wonderful. The Seventh Umbral Era was declared over, after the horrors from so many years ago. But…Naih had never wanted anything more than a simple life. She wasn’t sure she wanted to be “The Warrior of Light”. “Eikon Slayer”. The Echo began to feel burdensome. But she suppressed it, as always.
Now in an all-out war, betrayals from those she was supposed to trust, the loss of everyone, all over again, as she had always feared. Her thoughts darkened more. Was she naught more than a weapon to all? As eyes turned toward the heavens, she suppressed it all over again.
A Dark Knight's Path
She was a Godsdamned fool to allow herself to become complacent. Ishgard was a cruel place, it mirrored Gridania in such an uncanny way, but somehow seemed worse. Everyone she gets close to dies. Was she cursed? Could she even go back to Jacke and V’kebbe? Would they die on her, too?
The final straw was those brutish citizens cheering for the public execution of a heretic. She heard they were going to dump the body in the slums of the Brume, and decided to find this “demon” herself. As anger bubbles to the surface again, she must repress it. A weapon doesn’t need to feel. A smile better suits a hero.
She found the corpse. A person still clad in black armour, fully covering every part of them. As she knelt to offer a prayer, however, she notices a stange crystal on the ground. Reaching out, it triggered what seemed like an Echo vision, but far more intense, far more fast. Pain, pain pain pain…and then she awoke, and the man she believed to be dead stood before her.
“I’ve been waiting for you. I’m Fray, a Dark Knight. That must have hurt. Ask me to train you in my craft, and we will harness your pain and rage,”
The knight wasn’t a man. The voice was feminine, and familiar in a deeply uncanny way. She was sure she knew that voice, but she wouldn’t figure out whose it was for some time.
Fray was cruel. She said such terrible things to people. But Naih can’t help but feel good when she speaks her mind. She’s always suppressed her pain, her anger, her grief. Fray was teaching her to let it out and harness it. She began to realise she didn’t have to be a weapon, everyone’s good little errand girl. People were ungrateful. But why did Fray keep disappearing?
That was when Lord Drillemont summoned her for a meeting. Apparently rumours about Naih had been spreading, that she was wandering alone, being cruel to everyone who had seen her, and was even seen speaking to a corpse. She couldn’t figure out why people would make up such rumours about their beloved Warrior of Light. And Fray had been travelling with her this whole time! Fray placed a hand on her shoulder.
“The solution is simple. You will kill them all,”
Fray was right, as always. Fray knows what was best for her. She made the journey to Whitebrim.
"Fray...we can't do this. They don't deserve it. They didn't spread these rumours,"
She didn't know if she was suppressing it all again. But as Naih looked from Fray, to Drillemont, and back to Fray, something changed. And it all made sense.
Fray had been with her long before they met.
The uncanny voice was naught but Naih's own. And in the place of the armoured Fray, stood her own clone. She had to finish it, now.
The battle was fierce. The soldiers of Whitbrim cheered her on. As the dust settled, Naih fell to her knees. Fray had died back then. The rumours were true. Her suppressed pain had created a ghost of her own dark thoughts before her. And there she lay in the fort, bleeding and bruised by her own hand. She didn't even want to consider how her "fight" had appeared to the outsiders. As quickly as it begun, it ended.
Drillemont visited her in her chambers in Ishgard. He assured her that all witnesses had been strictly informed to not speak of what they saw. It was a relief, and Fray sat in the back of her mind. A dead man, projecting himself into her own pain and misery. She would leave her daggers behind, and channel this new power. He would remain in her mind, but she had control now.
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Interlude
And now Naih felt dragged into a war between worlds. Of course, it was wonderful to liberate Doma and Ala Mhigo. Yet the bitterness that she couldn't do the same for her people in The Shroud and Gridania weighed on her mine. How long had it even been? No Matter.
Contract with The Void
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