Khama Djiwaji

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Khama
Posts: 9
Joined: Wed Apr 04, 2018 11:34 pm
Topics: 3
Race: Wick
Location: Vienda
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Wed Apr 04, 2018 3:37 pm

Khama Djiwaji

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Race: Wick
Birthday: Yaris 36 2698
Age: 19 years
FC: Emblu

Place of Origin: Manatse, Mugroba
Current Location: Vienda
Occupation: Criminal

Physical Description

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Rough, that's one way to put it. Unrefined is another. Her hair is bright and full-bodied, cascading over sun-kissed and freckled skin that is smooth to the touch. A toned body with smallish feminine curves sits beneath the fiery mane, muscled but not overly so. Her scars are hidden, more psychological than physical, and her aloof stature and open body language show that she fears nothing.

Her eyes are a fierce stormy green-grey, and they never waver in their intensity. Those under her scrutiny often find that she appears to stare into them, as if she's observing their heart beating. She is quick to smile, but it's tense, strained through years of expecting to add a blade in the back to her list of accessories. She has straight teeth, large but not unflattering, and her full lips accentuate the shape of her face well.

Appearance quick facts
  • Height: 5'11"
    Weight: 149 lbs
    Hair: Red
    Eyes: Grey-Green
    Notable features: Scar across her back

Personality

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Dirty, low-born and a sad excuse for a child, that's what she was taught she was. No-good, freeloading drain on the galdori society, that's who she was. Born in Manatse, but living there only for a year when she was an infant, Khama was brought up by Wick parents in Vienda whose sole jobs there were to peddle their charisma for coin. Khama learned early on where the bread was buttered, and she knew that she had to dig her hands deep into those pockets and take what she wanted.

Self-reliant and a spitfire, she is. She's had to be, and she depends more on herself than anyone. It makes her closed off and cold, but she doesn't care. In fact, she doesn't care about much in the world, except making sure that no little witch was ever brought up like she was. Common dirt, or less than, even.

Sardonic and fiery tempered, that's right. Especially toward the galdori and their aristocratic ways. She sees through the façade, like every tyat does, to see the festering would of old ideals beneath. She isn't trapped by them, by the galdori or the wick traditions. No, instead, she wants to carve her own way, and if she has to use her tongue or her fists to do it, she clocking will. It's only a matter of time before the enemies starting looking her way again.

Bring them the clock on, she says.

Confrontational and headstrong, Khama is. She doesn't take lip from anyone, and she certainly isn't interested in playing the helpless little witch she was raised to be. 'Act your manners, Khama,' 'Don't spit at the galdori, Khama,' 'You can't rub the galdor boy's nose in goat shit, Khama,'. She wasn't helpless, she was a fighter. A warrior. A storm borne from the desert of her people, thirsting for equality and righteousness.


Backstory

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Being born to dirt makes you dirt. Born in piss, you'll die in it. Khama was born in piss, generally, but not truly. In Manatse, her family was respected. Her father, a surgeon, provided his service to the clan. Her mother was a baker, and a damn good one. They never spoke of why they left Mugroba, but instead they moved to Vienda. As a toddler, Khama hated the city. As an adult, she hates the city. The difference? She learned to do something about it.

At an early age, she was exposed to violence. Not murder, or death, or anything, but the truth of consequence. Her father was beaten by a Tashwa agent, a man claiming to be of his own blood. Khama couldn't know, of course, what the black and red tattoo stood for, but she knew that her father had sustained injury. She cried for what seemed like all of Yaris. He was never quite the same after. He was softer, calmer... Dumber.

Her mother, though, she was ignited by the incident. 'Khama,' she'd say, 'your only duty in this life is to those you love and share blood with. Even though blood can lie.' Blood could lie, and Khama came to realize it quickly.

Her mother was clocking the Tashwa agent who'd beaten her father.

As a young teen, she was feisty, fiery in her fights and quick to speak with her fists. She was rough and tumble, and boys didn't like her. She wasn't submissive like the beautiful golly wives. No, she had a mind and a mouth, and though her schooling was damn near none, she learned on the streets what it was to be a woman and warrior. Clock the boys, they were muscle and hot air. She was sand and fire. She seared them all, one by one.

As a young adult, the Tashwa recruited her. She was strong, charismatic, passionate... Not yet cynical. The organization burned her, though, and she wouldn't stand for that.

Now? She has a score to settle and respect to earn. One clocking fist at a time.

Aptitude Skills

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Focus Skills

Combat

Beginner Boxing
Beginner Knives

Magic

Beginner New Spokes

Professional

Profession: Thug

Inventory

Housing: Type

400 square foot apartment in a building just off Soliloquy Lane, furnished sparsely by shabby furniture. She often doesn't sleep here, instead preferring gutters and rats over soot-smelling moth-eaten bedding.

Inventory

  • One set of clothing, Poor quality. This will include a coat, shirt, pants, undergarments, and a pair of boots.)
  • One Set of Toiletries: Soap, brush, razor, toothbrush, toothpaste,
  • One water skin
  • Two sets of eating utensils
  • Tinderbox

Career and Income

Occupation

Mostly nowadays, Khama is just a criminal, a thug whose knuckles are bruised from beating in the head of whomever needs their head beaten in. She isn't afraid to scrap, and often takes on jobs for whichever faction in the city needs something done, for a price.

Income: Poor

She isn't a Bad Brother or part of the Resistance. She's freelance, small fry, chum. She picks up the odd job here and there, but really it only puts food ( or more likely liquor ) in her belly.


Goals

Khama is, at heart, proud of her racial heritage. Subscribing to the tyat philosophy, she wants to change her lot in life, and the lot of all the tyats in her kuatano. Though she is separated from them in Vienda, she is willing to do whatever it takes to get respect, even if it means crossing the Bad Brothers, the Resistance and the Tashwa to do it.

By the way, she knows she will. Why delay the inevitable?

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