hanya keluhan pilu
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tiada seindah yang sudah
pirate - slaver-hunter - accountant - researcher
Coldblood, Dreadspawn. These are some of many names A'sallit managed to earn for himself among the years, ephitet after ephitet to collect and place on a mantle, each as unflattering as the next.
"Death is a promise. There is no point fearing an eventuality."
（Names）
A'sallit Torha（Age）
47（Gender）
Male（Species）
xiv: Miqo'te
indie: Felidae
(sub. Felinae)（Ethnicity）
Thavnairian（Job）
First Mate（Affiliation）
The Red Coeurl, St Germain's Textiles, The Sons of St. Coinach.🗡️A'sallit Torha started out to be a man of simple things, never to reach beyond what was meant for him. Growing up, he was a Santri--a priest in his tribe living on the Isles of Thavnair, aiding in the personages and coupling of the peoples in his tribe, ensuring their offspring to be molded into predictable, functional roles within their society. At first, A'sallit was content with this life, but it all changed on its head once he found himself healing for the tribe's eldritch fighters, a woman named A'leen whom he was not paired with. They both fell for each other over time outside of the tribe's approval, and fell into temptation so much so a child came to fruition. Very quickly, this child became a source of scandal for both himself and Leen, as quite literally bastards had no place in their society.
A'sallit raised the bastard daughter away from the rest of society, while keeping her true parentage a secret only between those who knew. Things quickly came to a head no sooner than two years afterwards, when A'leen bore another child from another planned partnership and died from its complications. A'sallit's relations between fellow tribe members steadily fell apart, and when he could not save Leen's last child from abuse at the hands of the child's brutish father, A'sallit left the Isles of Thavnair with the child in hand as well as his own rejected daughter's, to to seek a better life.
Alas, he was not prepared for the cruelty that lurked outside the safety of Thavnair's shores; the ship he boarded to take him to the port city, Limsa Lominsa, ended up being a slave-bearing vassal that intended to make a detour to Bloodshore and sell them and various other unfortunates to the highest bidder. As chance would have it, the seas of La Noscea were notorious for slavers as well as slaver-hunters--people who were viruently opposed to the trade, so much so that one of the nation's unspoken codes were to slaughter slavers on sight. Blessed they were on that night, for a ship by the name of The Red Coeurl sailed the seas with the intention of robbing the ship A'sallit boarded, knowing for a fact that it held human cargo. Amidst the chaos, he made use of what magic he had on his fingertips to free himself from captivity and roused the rest of the captured to raise hell on the ship where they could.
In the chaos and crossfire, he managed to catch the eye of the Red Coeurl's captain, a rugged Miqo'te like himself, but not one touched by the tribal life. When A'sallit was gravely injured during battle, the strange captain took command of both ships to lead to safe harbour, and most importantly, assigned his crew to heal the wounded. A'sallit woke to find himself on board the Red Coeurl, and while in a state of medicine-induced delirium and panic over not seeing his children anywhere near him, tripped over the sleeping body of Captain Sosukhatu as he slept on the floor nearby. It turned out that he'd given up the use of his own quarters for the children to make them feel more safe, and while A'sallit was still wary over the presence of outsiders, the captain was more than amicable with the former priest. Despite his hissing and spitting, the man was brought to the shores of Limsa Lominsa, but the captain did more than just to drop him off to the docks to fend for himself, all on his own with the clothes on his back and a child in his arms; the captain took A'sallit into the crew, then opened up avenues to allow A'sallit to deepen his studies into arithmetics and arcanima, which was a dream of his that a humble life as a priest could not provide.
Months turned into years of being at sea, and A'sallit's leery demeanour towards the captain melted into a close companionship that withstood the battering of highest of waves and the harshest of storms--mostly because he was the crew's most accomplished healer, and Captain Sosukhatu often got himself injured to the point that he had entire holes in his chest and still, somehow, breathed. The man was a wonder of science, and for each time the Captain got himself both needlessly and recklessly injured in battle was A'sallit allowed to yell his ears blue. He found himself yelling at the people he truly cared for the most, which was only a handful but it was enough.
There was someone else alongside Captain Sosukhatu who dove headfirst into the foray as an axewielder, and as a result, had to endure the months to years of shouting while being patched together; an crewmate by the name of Rorlenoux, who ended up being A'sallit's lootmate and secret companion. They shared the spoils of combat, and their spare moments at sea, and only away from prying eyes...
...However, all of that came to a head when Admiral Merlwyb Bloefhiswyn seized control of Limsa Lominsa and outlawed piracy some two decades after that fateful day, immediately sending pirates to work the fields of La Noscea or to become privateers. Captain Sosukhatu remains a staunch believer of the old ways and continues criminal activities under the guise of privateering. Once Rorlenoux took the chance to retire to a farm by the ocean, so too did A'sallit's heart sank with his departure from the Red Coeurl, yet ever steady did A'sallit loyally remained at his Captain's side in times both new and turbulent as piracy was slowly rooted out like a plague. The port city and its waters changed for the worse, and while they eked out their own living in the darkness of Limsa Lominsa, Captain Sosukhatu stayed true to the darkmans' code, and A'sallit stood by him as his harshest enforcer.
Over the years, they became one of the City-State's most wanted enemies, stopping just short of slavery as stated by the code of Old Limsa Lominsa; they've garnered their fair share of enemies in both the free states and law enforcement waiting for them to take a single misstep, but as of the present moment, no one's come to see them hang.
With their part in fighting off the XIVth Legion at the fields of Carteneau, Admiral Bloefhiswyn gave them amnesty provided they contribute to the prosperity of Limsa Lominsa as a whole, but A'sallit realizes fully that his Captain sees this as another collar placed on his neck, chafes at the chains, and snaps wildly like a mad dog. So A'sallit continues to serve his Captain, biding his time until when it is best to strike at the Admiral, for neither of them forgot the freedom of the seas before she turned her coat and colours on all she knew in the name of order.
"Your biggest fear should not be dying; it should be wasting away what life you've been given, living as if you haven't at all."
（Skin）
Brown
（Hair）
Grey-white
（Eyes）
Yellow, brimming with magic.
（Scars）
Burn scars.
（Voice Claim）
Dato' M. Nasir
（Align.）
Rebel Impure（Height）
5'10"
（Build）
Toned.
（Posture）
Proper.
（Handed.）
Ambidextrous.
（Scent）
Attar oil, jasmine.
（Voice）
Tenor.
"Hate stems from fear, and by the gods, do you hate me."
wise ‑ decisive ‑ unyielding ‑ resourceful ‑ ambitious🗡️Even before years of experience was his trusted mentor, learned sages were his first teachers and as such, A'sallit's first lesson was to measure and manage his temperament above all else. Emotions rarely do so ever get the better of the man, and he always tries to make the most logical decision with the tools he's been given. While his decisions usually reflect his morality, which paint in shades of darker gray, they are always made promptly, with no hesitation, and with varying alternatives considered.🗡️Likes ‑ orderliness, money, family.
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catty ‑ cruel ‑ harsh ‑ merciless ‑ inflexible🗡️Where patience and forbearance was carved into his bones, spite and malice seeped into his marrow. A'sallit is a man who takes note of every mishap that happens and remembers it for all eternity to come, going so far as to hold a grudge against a man for even a single crease in his pants at a formal meeting. That being said, anger and rage does not control him as most would think; it may be stored in his heart to sometimes fester, but he molds it into something quantifiable, and often thinks of ways to pit it against his enemies.🗡️Dislikes ‑ cowards, the XIVth Imperial Legion looming nearby, the Maelstrom.
"Sacrifices are for the short-sighted.
Those with innovation conceptualize, plan, and eventually take."
（Weaponry）
Rinascita PendulumsAs of late, Soskhatu's been pushy with regards to aesthetics. When news reached his ears that a kind of healer could harm and mend with instruments called nouliths that could come in the form of magical flintlock rifles, he jumped at the idea and immediately thrust them upon A'sallit, along with a Sage's soul crystal (that was of course, illicitly obtained). Never one to refuse his Captain, the healer picked up the ways of the Sage, no matter how much broiling hatred he held to anything remotely Sharlayan. The Red Coeurl's big three are presently armed with a gunblade, an actual gun, and floating guns, purely for the armament aesthetic. A shield healer by profession, the path of the Sage posed little issues for him to pick up; A'sallit only wishes for a smidge more mitigation.
Jebat EurekaOne of his few possessions of Thavnair, A'sallit took with him what traditional and magical healing he could in the form of a scholar's codex that remains to this day, updated.
AuroraA rare gift from a contact in Gyr Abania, he was given a strange, yet elegant grimoire that had no instructions to heal, but to harm instead. It contained curses, but also strategies to pair with them to both drain out one's enemies of their life force, both leaving them to be nothing more than a dried husk and utilizing said energies to immediately stitch the wielder together.
Wolf MusketoonMore mage than marksman, A'sallit takes no joy in this gift of a weapon that was quite literally thrusted into his arms by Captain Sosukhatu. Learn how t' shoot wit' a bleedin' gun, he said. No pirate worth him salt won't know 'ow t' shoot 'm own gun, he said.
（Posessions）
Soul CrystalsControlled objects otherwise given to him only on a thin level of trust and respect by the Sons of Saint Coinach, A'sallit is in possession of a pair of Scholar & Summoner soul stones that allow him to regulate the influences of the Dreadwyrm Bahamut's energies upon his exposure at Carteneau.
Slaver's RingA souvenir he picked up from the slaver's ship all those years ago, from a slaver captain whose finger he cut off during an interrogation at sea one fine night. He keeps the ring as a good luck charm, as well as a reminder.
Utilitarian KnifeA gift from Rorlenoux as he departed from The Red Coeurl despite their poor standing, made with multiple purposes in mind; to tear open paper, rend meat, cut rope and sunder flesh... but also, to remember the man by.
A man of orderliness, A'sallit makes sure that even at sea, he is always visually presentable. Hair always trimmed and parted at an even 7:3 ratio, clothes stiff and perfumed with attar straight from the Isles of Thavnair. If there are any bloodstains on his clothes, they'd be immediately taken care of the earliest convenience. Disciplined and a planner by nature, A'sallit ensures that no moment is wasted to idleness and procrastination. Sometimes, Captain Sosukhatu calls him out for this behaviour and encourages the tough First Mate to take it slow for once, but he rarely ever humors the notion. A'sallit's only dalliances have ever been A'leen and Rorlenoux, and once they made their way out of his life, A'sallit focused himself solely on work on board The Red Coeurl, as well as raising his child to keep himself together.
Fond of overly spicy foods and sharp, tart flavours, the man's palatte is rich and so are his desires at times. He will not shy from grabbing the finer wines from the rack when an angry mood settles in his shoulders, and no one but the Captain dares refuses the First Mate a drink from the bottle.
...Even when he and Rorlenoux managed to mend fences and eventually wed one late summer afternoon, he remained the sharp, unyielding man that he was. Rumours spread far and wide that the Coldblood was looking to retire from Captain Ironeater's side, but not once has A'sallit strayed from it. After all, Rorlenoux's farm stint was but a cover, his large, elven ears pressed firmly to the ground for the Red Coeurl's benefit, and the right hand moved quickly when his own were there to listen.
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Pre-emptive Healing-Not quite like a chirurgeon nor a conjurer, A'sallit heals by way of timed mitigation and preventive measures; his magic take the form of shields that nullify damage, timed spells that only heal once a certain amount of damage is sustained by the bearer, and are formed from glyphs and formulae, compared to a conjurer's chanting and a cleric's faith. Post being exposed to the Dreadwyrm's energies, his aether capacity and thus, healing capabilities increased drastically to the point of needing a soul crystal to regulate the energies.
Dreadwyrm Aether-Exposed to the Dreadwyrm Bahamut's aether in the fields of Carteneau, A'sallit's own aether was drastically changed and needed channeling by the use of a soul stone. Through extensive rehabilitation, he does not submit to its influence, rather forces said essences to submit to him instead as a source of power. As a result, A'sallit is able to wield destructive energies from the Elder Primal, without being tempered by it.
Traditional Medicine-Learned in the ways of old, A'sallit still holds on to old lessons taught well and treats the crew aboard The Red Coeurl with traditional medicine; if it works, it works.
Invasive Surgery-Even without magic, A'sallit is able to stitch together bodies quite well; that is the basis of any doctor before they are allowed to approach a body.
Knife fighting-There has been instances where he was silenced by an opponent, or a magical nullifier was used in combat, mostly by the XIVth Legion and their advances in technology to combat the magic-dependent forces of Eorzea. To make up for this, A'sallit has been trained by the crew of the Red Coeurl as well as the Dutiful Sisters of Edelweiss in the ways of a rogue, and the man is perfectly swift on his feet and hands, even in his old age. Naturally gifted with dexterity as a Seeker of the Sun, paired with his decisive nature, A'sallit makes for a perfectly good assassin when push comes to shove, able to make quick work with even improvised weapons such as a pencil; he simply prefers to be at a distance, where it's safe.
Marksmanship-No self-respectingpiratesailor of Limsa Lominsa's fair seas would call themselves worth their salt if they didn't know how to shoot off the shaft twixt another man's thighs. 'Tis simply the way of her people.
"A little bit of wisdom goes a long way."
To fix an appointment with the Dreadspawn...........................................................................................................................
Approach a red vassal at the docks bleached white,
Bring a proposal that would turn ears far and wide,
Or throw away the life you knew and to us, swear,
For the banner of Limsa Lominsa we will one day rip and tear.
