Captain Baatarsaikhan Kha
Foreign Liaison Officer, Garlean Section - Eorzean Alliance (Current)
First Combat Reconnaissance Squadron, First Company (Former)
The Twelve? Bollocks, more like. The Garleans have the right of it, if y’ask me - there ‘ain't no gods up there watchin’ over us. If there was, you think a murderer like me’d be talkin’ to you right now? Fuck no. I’d be rottin’ in the hells for all the shite I’ve done. Look, maybe there’s gods - ones the Warrior of bloody Light hasn’t got mounted on their trophy wall yet - who’ll be judgin’ me one day. But I’ve not heard any scholar or priest say anythin’ that’s convinced me, so as far as I’m concerned? It’s up to us poor bastards to try and set things right. If I’m gonna be a killer through and through, I figure I might as well make the best of it, ken? Folk who want to protect them and theirs - I’ll teach’em how to fight. Folk who can’t bring themselves to kill - I’ll do it for’em. And all the bloodthirsty bastards like me, good for murderin’ and not much else? I’ll make sure they don’t make all the mistakes I did. Someone has to.
First Impressions
Slightly taller than most female Au Ra and possessing the lean, well-built body of a hardened veteran, Captain Baatarsaikhan Kha is the kind of soldier you can pick out in a crowd of civilians. Countless scars and burns cover her grey-blue skin, and she’s rarely seen in public without her short, purple hair tied into a no-nonsense bun. Those who match her gaze will find one red eye staring back - her ruined left eye almost always covered by either a simple eyepatch or a scrap of cloth - accompanied by a frown that has become her default expression.
Captain Kha’s time serving in the Eorzean Alliance, travelling the realm with comrades from any number of backgrounds, has done little to dull her thick Lominsan accent; her already naturally-deep voice has been worn down into something raspy and rough, the product of years spent barking orders (and an addiction to cigars and cigarettes that, much to the chagrin of several Alliance healers, she’s never really tried to quit.)
Her wardrobe consists almost entirely of Alliance-issued clothing, and she cannot remember the last time she ventured outdoors unarmed. Even when off-duty, Baatarsaikhan usually slings her battered, battle-tested and beloved Scaeva-pattern gunblade across her back, and always has at least one holdout weapon hidden away somewhere - generally an old sailor’s knife sheathed beneath her shirt.
Personality
In her youth, Baatarsaikhan was the sort of woman who would loudly boast about the number of foes she’d bested in a prior evening’s bar fight before washing her words down with a mid-morning drink. Those days are ancient history, however, and while off-duty she can most often be found in the quietest corner of a canteen, cafe or pub, nursing one of her favoured beverages (coffee during daylight or whiskey come sundown) and smoking copious amounts of fogweed as she contemplates life.
Those who look past her dour exterior and strike up a conversation with Baatarsaikhan will find a surprisingly soft-spoken woman who has a strong opinion on a eclectic mix of subjects, ranging from which city-states have the best cuisine (“Ol’ Limsa’s got the best’ve everything, but nobody can do a proper curry like they do in Thavnair - t’be honest, though, if it aren’t Gridanian bird-feed, it’s probably plenty good”) to which of the latest pulp romance novels featuring an Alliance leader is worth buying (“Anyone who says they’re above readin’ about the Lord Commander himself caught in a maid’s outfit, all flushed and sweatin’ and shite, they’re lyin’ through their teeth.")
When faced with someone she cannot agree with, she’ll generally just shrug, smile slightly, and say that everyone’s entitled to their own beliefs; insulting Baatarsaikhan is likely to just result in her politely (and firmly) asking the individual in question to leave her alone. Only a few subjects are sensitive enough to truly raise her ire these days; anyone who would speak ill of fallen Alliance soldiers within hornshot of her will quickly learn why her Garlean foes and Alliance detractors both once called Baatarsaikhan the “Blue Butcher.”
Such displays of rage are a rarity these days, though, and for the most part Captain Kha carries herself with a quiet confidence befitting an officer of the Eorzean Alliance. Having suffered and inflicted cruelty in equal measure, she treats most she meets with an even hand, often willing to see the good in the most wretched of criminals and the bad in the most vaunted of heroes. Of all the virtues, it is forgiveness that Baatarsaikhan values most - perhaps because even now, she dreams that those she has wronged (living and dead) will show the same to her.