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Bhen'ja Minh
Overview
Bhen didn't mean to be a hero. He was a dancer, a tradesman, a hunter—whatever people needed at any given time—but he certainly wasn't a hero. Perhaps that's what all heroes say, though. "I just wanted to help." Well, you help enough and suddenly everyone knows your name, everyone has a song about you on their lips, everyone starts expecting things of you... and you're a hero.
I have died far too many times to fear death. Come.
Basics
22nd Sun
seventh dawn
Personality
Traits
- Selfless
- Protective
- Personable
- Attentive
- Laid-back
- Quick-witted
- Secretive
- Bloodthirsty
- Self-destructive
Favorites
Demeanor
Many a lascivious bard has made good coin singing about Bhen’s less public exploits. Though they will tell you he has slept with near every notable figure in and beyond Eorzea, they would be wrong, if for one simple reason: Bhen is quite decidedly gay. He has only slept with all of the important male figures.
Bhen has his fair share of vices, the majority of which he prefers to keep private. Few know of his inclinations to all manner of drug and drink, and fewer still have seen the way he chain-smokes when the stress gets to be too much. Yet even fewer know quite how literal his aforementioned bloodlust is, nor of the dangerous marks he takes from the hunt clans to sate it. The marks none shall miss, and those too dangerous for many else to approach, become his prey in the deepest hours of night.
Yet still, despite it all, his soul is kind. He cares for people and wants to help ease the suffering he sees in the world. Though possessed of incredible strength and power, he is rarely inclined to show it off, unless doing so might prevent needless fighting. Bhen’s actions are driven by a strong moral code and a deep desire to do good—even if that means getting his hands dirty. He hides his struggles in part out of shame, and in part to prevent those he cares for from taking on even greater burdens at his expense.
Bhen’s jovial, often almost comical exterior hides a deeply contemplative interior life. Though few have ever heard his woes, a lifetime of struggle has left him with his fair share of trauma and baggage. He’s well-known (and often-bemoaned) for his wit and humor, and, consequently, many find themselves surprised by his insight. In battle he is precise and deadly—some would even say bloodthirsty—in his defense of the causes to which he lends his aid, yet even in such serious situations he is still able to find a way to pry smiles from those limping from the fight.
Likes
- Small creatures
- Crowded places
- Sweet drinks
- Loud sex
- Powerful foes
- Sunny days
Dislikes
- Needy lovers
- Expensive food
- Humid climates
- Ostentatious clothing
- Hunt partners
- Cheap beer
Fears
- Losing loved ones
- True emotional closeness
- Admitting his faults
- Failure
- Drowning
Hobbies
- Whittling
- Hiking
- Embroidery
- Fishing
- Competitive drinking
- Casual sex
Design notes
- As is typical for miqo'te of the Moon clan, Bhen's skin has a cool undertone. It bears some faded scarring.
- He is taller than the average miqo'te. His body is fairly athletic and toned.
- His smile is often tilted towards one side, looking more like an affectionate scoff. He has fanged canines.
- He is always wearing a pair of Weathered Earrings.
- Has a 5-rung Jacob's Ladder.
- His ears and tail are highly emotive.
Eyes
Hair
Skin
Life as Azem
- Possessed of the gift of Futuresight… to a point.
- Successor to Venat & the final holder of the seat of Azem.
- The first Reaper (proper class name TBD).
- Personally responsible for the existence of catboys.
Atlas had been blessed with the gift of Futuresight from the moment he was born. He could see, in great detail, the events to come in his world, but in his world alone. His visions stopped cold at a very specific point—the Final Days. It was this vision that drove him to adventure, to catalogue as much of his world as he could, and it was in the course of these adventures that he first met Venat, who would eventually name him her successor.
He was a man as kind as he was curious, and as capable as he was comical. His mere presence seemed to spark joy in those around him, even the moody Hades, with whom he had been acquainted since childhood. When made to fight, he wielded a scythe, pastoral and plain. When ascended to the seat of Azem, he chose a similarly plain mask: the mask of the people, dyed the red of his station—a fitting choice for a man who was so deeply dedicated to the lives of his star.
When Venat set upon her determination to become the heart of Hydaelyn, he asked that she please shatter his soul with the rest. It would be a grand adventure, he said. He wanted to see the children of the future on their way, and accompany them on their journeys—this would be the greatest possible purpose for the man who bore the title of Azem. To journey through a future which he could not see... what could be more exciting?
- - - - - - - - - - -His eyes set upon her with steely determination, grim in their depth.
“I have combed the threads of time and space,” he said. “I have, in my journeys, sought every possible course, peered into every possible future… and there is but one—one, alone, in which our beloved star lives on; but one in which the life which our people have since the dawn of time shepherded continues to flourish, not in our hands, but those of our children.”
She placed a hand on his, softening the white-knuckled grip he had taken without realizing.
“I knew from the moment our eyes first met that yours had seen the unbearable weight of fate. But that is why I named you my successor. You are our shepherd, Atlas.” The honesty of her gentle smile was unfair. “I will follow you.”
“…Thank you, Venat.”
THE FALL OF DALAMUD
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Of Bhen’s life before the Calamity, he knows precious little. He knows he is of Ala Mhigo, a refugee spit from the occupation as a child; He knows he was in close proximity to the impact of the faux moon; He knows he should have died that horrific night—but instead, the fresh cracks in his soul let seep in a beast of the void (a shard of his soul from the fallen Thirteenth, unbeknownst to him ‘til many years later), instilling in him a nigh unquenchable thirst for blood that drove him both into the hunter’s trade, and that of the assassin, to sate his desire.
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A Realm Reborn
- Though a well-respected and capable hunter, Bhen is secretly a ruthless assassin working on behalf of the Brass Blades.
- Not involved with the Scions until the Praetorium.
Before the disastrous Praetorium operation, Bhen’s name was rarely spoken outside of certain circles. He was a hunter, and a damn good one at that, known for taking on the hard jobs left to rot on the clan board and delivering them swiftly. He was efficient and amicable enough to be left to his own devices, and he was content that way. Unfortunately, as the whispers of war loomed, Bhen’s achievements earned him a place in the Flames’ ranks.
Thrust into the fray, Bhen fought his way through the Castrum, until a wrong turn and a twist of fate found him face to face with the Ultima weapon. Bodies littered the arena, both dead and barely gripping to life. He knew little of the Scions beyond odd whispers, but if their leadership was willing to put even their own lives on the line for the cause, then…
None would speak of what they saw that day: a torrent of deep, primal darkness; a sea of blood; an army of dead souls giving all their fading aether had left; and a distinct sense of anger, and grief, and overwhelming hope. And the few whose eyes cracked open after it washed over them, leaving them intact but shaken, could swear they saw a woman in white, shimmering as she smiled at the unknown warrior.
It was this precise moment where Bhen first awoke to Hydaelyn’s call, though he knew not yet why. With words he could see her lips speak but not hear her voice call, she granted him her blessing, unlocking the first piece of Atlas slumbering within him, and granting him visions of the past, narrated by a man whose voice sounded so similar to his own, somehow…
He had precious little time to ponder these revelations, however, as despite the silence around the precise account of his deeds, it quickly became known that he had single-handedly saved the Scions and defeated the Ultima Weapon, thrusting him into the spotlight as the Warrior of Light—and but a few months later, framed as the assassin of the Sultana, his true identity as the Sultansblade, the most ruthless and efficient assassin within the Brass Blades, brought to light and hung ‘round his neck.
Heavensward
- Haurchefant’s death sends Bhen into a spiral of grief and rage that culminates in him rejoining with Fray & slaughtering the Ward & Thordan both before they can become primals.
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Stormblood
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Shadowbringers
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Endwalker
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Combat
On combat
When in view of even his closest allies, Bhen fights with lance and greatsword, but his true weapon is the reaper’s scythe. He fights not with voidsent, but alone, pulling power from the void by his own will and the blessing of his rejoined void-shard within him.Skills & abilities
Prayers of the Damned
Only within his reach in the most dire of circumstances, [Prayers of the Damned] is Bhen’s final hope. He draws strength from the bloody battlefield, pulling darkness from the fallen to form a tidal wave of aether (or, perhaps, dynamis?), blasting his foe with everything he has left—and everything those lost had left to give.
Communion
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Bloodbath
If you happen to find yourself spectator to Bhen’s battles, train your eye on the battlefield rather than the warriors upon it. As he fights, blood seems to flow towards him, absorbed slowly into his body to empower him. The more dead, the stronger he becomes.
Once he's consumed enough blood, Bhen is able to summon his soul-mates to fight alongside him. Their presence lasts as long as there's enough aether to sustain them.
No one would believe that Ionatan was friends with the Warrior of Light, of all people, but something about Bhen left an impression on him. Bhen, in turn, finds him to be quite trustworthy despite his cold heart, and has been known to seek his advice from time to time.
Bhen first met Fray in a blood-drunk fugue state, mind addled with grief and feelings he couldn’t define after Haurchefant’s death. Through Fray’s training, he learned to better direct and control his rage, expanding his already fearsome grasp over blood and darkness into something much deeper and more controlled.
Once his own aether was depleted, Fray joined with Bhen’s soul, revealing to both of them that Fray was in fact a shard of him, sent flying into the Source from his home world upon Dalamud’s impact, the trauma of the event preventing them from rejoining properly. Fray lives on still within him, able to manifest at will, though usually only to Bhen’s eyes.
Like Fray, Ardbert lives within Bhen’s soul, and can manifest at will.
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