Cihleh

"There is more to a heart than just anger or hate. It's full of all kinds of feelings. Don't you remember ?"

Name : Cihleh

Age : 24

Gender : Female

Race : Miqo'te, Halfblood Seeker/Keeper

Sexuality : Bisexual

Birthday : 10th Sun of the Six Umbral Moon

Birthplace : Thanalan

Hometown : The Quicksand, her workplace

Eyes : Yellow

Hairs : Black

Profession : Handywoman, had a lot of little jobs

Hobbies : Sleeping, Sports, Eating

Personality : Harsh, Distant

Story :

[Warning : this text contain the following themes (although not described precisely) : physical violence, death and rape]

Born from a Seeker Mother named Zihdah and a Keeper named B’goxeh, Nunh of the B Tribe, Cihleh was already a problem since the beginning. The Miqo’te came to the world surrounded by strong males, females in withdrawal, a father who didn’t show any interest in her and a mother who already lost the will to be free, only there to procreate. Cihleh did her best to grow up in this already complicated environment, in the middle of the Thanalan Desert.

Her father was a powerful Miqo’te, the strongest of them all. His place as a Nunh, he had stayed there for years. Many of Tia had tried to challenge him and all came out with impressive injuries. His goal was simply to make enough children, hoping that one of them will inherit his strength. Having hybrid Miqo’te was only a way to achieve this. But since Cihleh was born as a girl, he didn’t even take time to look at her and quickly lost interest.

Her mother was captured by the Tribe. If the Keeper females were already in retreat, then a Seeker one was even more so. She was there only to satisfy the reproductive needs of the Nunh. When Cihleh was born, she was her third child but also her first daughter. This one an only reason brought some life back into her and Zihdah tried to protect and raise the child as best as she could.

Cihleh was the perfect mix between Seekers and Keepers physical appearance : she had the dark skin, the sharp teeth and the fluffy tail from her mother and the eyes from her father… However, very soon the Miqo’te was standing on her own two feet, she spoke at a very young age and, something her mother noticed first : she possessed an impressive strength.

Of course, her father noticed Cihleh’s power and he had made up his mind to take her under his wing to train her. He told her that he will be able to make her useful to the Tribe. His real goal was to cultivate her strength in order for her to make grandchildren just as strong as she is. Cihleh quickly began a training similar to boys of her age. But if Cihleh quickly agreed to abide by his directions, it certainly wasn’t for him. It was for herself. And her mother.

Months passed and Cihleh quickly stood out from her peers, beating them flat on all the events that made up their training. Hand-to-hand combat, racing, survival, musculature : Cihleh dominated them at all levels. She even went so far as to provoke those who were older than her, only to beat them as well. If his father had hard time to control the Miqo’te, her mother had more ease as she kept a strong link with Cihleh. If she was harsh and gained a reputation as a little plague, she remained tender and loving with her mother.

This stayed like that until her teenage years. The more she grew, the stronger Cihleh became, crushing from afar most, if not all, of the other kids of her age, but also some adults who confronted her trying to put her back in place. If from the front these fights seemed only basic training, each now one became more serious and more dangerous than the last.

Actually, most of the male Tribe became jealous of her incomprehensible strength. She even had more than one opponent but each time, she was victorious, sometimes going so far as to hurt some who did not want to admit their defeat.

People soon came to hate her. In fact, Cihleh never had friends within the Tribe. Se was seen as the foreigner, as the one who had nothing to do there. And her strength only accentuated her difference. But the Miqo’te didn’t care. Her confidence and her body was more than enough for her. And her mother.

However, around 17 years old, Zihdah pregnant from her sixth child, fell ill. The child after Cihleh was already difficult for her. Her body had lost vitality and she was redirecting her remaining strength to raise her only daughter. But this pregnancy was even harder than the last one. And Cihleh stayed by her side as the only person she knew and loved. Zihdah lost her life and her unborn child with during a night.

Her loss impacted Cihleh in a was she wasn’t able to descrie. Already lonely, she became even more so, rarely appearing in public, occupying day and night in training or hunting. But one night, everything changed.

A group of males surprised her while she came back from a training session. A perfectly calculated plan since the numbers got the better of Cihleh’s fatigue. If she hits one or two, she ended up getting blocked. For the first time, she knew fear. She took punches, feets, insults, spitting. And the group ended up raping her before leaving Cihleh for dead at only a few steps from her tent.

She only moved early in the morning, before everyone wakes up. She washed herself, changed her clothed, hided her wounds as best as she could and did her tasks all days like nothing happened. But this time, she was completely silent. The haughty, harsh Cihleh was gone. Even worse : she felts all the looks on her as well as laughs.

Her cases got worse with time. She ate less, lost her luster, hid in her home as much as she could and, when she was sure she was not being seen, cried. Cihleh was at the point of allowing herself to die when, a few months later, the group relapsed. But like a cat waiting for the right moment to jump on his prey, Cihleh did not give them a second chance.

Breaking into a mad rage, her anger fell on the group. She hit them with a renewed force, to the point of killing to of them with bare hands, leaving the others in a very bad state. With bloody hands and a determined expression despite the carnage she had just experienced, Cihleh fled her home.

Years after, Cihleh lived on odd jobs around Ul’dah she kept more or less long. Her character was back at a gallop and so was her tendency to not make friends. A great recluse, she was nevertheless known for her strength in doing any manual work. And she did it three times better than anyone else.

Yet, since she fled her Tribe, she had built up thick mental barriers for herself. She didn’t have any connection with people back then, she doesn’t want any new ones today. Her usual tact made it easier for her and generally not many people dared approach her. She barely got into the habit of obeying orders from her superiors when they gave her something to work on.

Today, she can be found around Ul’dah, if not directly on her work site. She has no home and it’s for the best, according to her.

Psychology :

Cihleh is haughty, harsh and extremely confident. Insults are a part of her vocabulary and only a few sentences have none. Having a few limits, she won’t hesitate to speak very loudly her own feelings about what she can hear, whether it is from an average interlocutor or a superior.

The true Cihleh is hidden so deeply that she herself has almost forgotten it exists. If the Miqo’te shows nothing but a harsh face and a piercing yellow gaze, she is deep down, broken. Some of her nights are restless with nightmares and her only means of escapes are sports, food or finding a one night partner whom she will dominate until she’s done.