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W'ikha Fil
I won't kill again. Ever.•
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Introduction
Bold yet soft. Kind but firm. Passionate and fiery. These are the words most of used to describe W'ikha, and she wears them like a badge of honour, and with pride.
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Character Information
Basic details about W'ikha Fil
Age
Mid-180s
Race
Viera
Pronouns
She/her
Occupation
Astrologian
Body Type
Hourglass
Birthplace
Doma
Residence
Ishgard
Background
The story of the character's origins
W'ikha Fil
The Voidcursed Viera
Born in Doma as an Au Ra, W'ikha lost her parents at an early age. Roaming the streets she learned how to steal and remain stealthy until one day her luck gave out and she was conscripted by the Garlean Empire to be a child soldier for years until the day she finally managed to escape.
She stumbled through the wilds after stowing aboard a ship to Eorzea until she finally made her way to Ishgard, and joined the Machinists Guild. Some time later she was tinkering with a weapon when it exploded in her face, receiving deep wounds and losing her left eye. The chirurgeons managed to save her from scarring, but they could not regenerate her left eye and so instead replaced it with a glass eye which gave here pseudo-heterochromia.
*She left the Machinists, and instead turned her mind in the direction of helping others. She heard rumours of the Astrologians; a looked-down-on sect of healers that followed the paths of the stars to guide and called up the energies of the universe to heal instead of relying on the aetherical energies of the star. She quickly picked up on the magics and found herself soon protecting the Knights of the Holy See out in the field protecting merchants and travelers from the wild creatures abound until one day she came face-to-face with a Voidsent.
In the ensuing fight she became gravely wounded, but not without mortally wounding the creature. Before it left through a portal, it spoke in an ancient language towards her, then vanished from sight. Over time, she grew a tail that she kept hidden under long coats, but the two small horns on her head that no hat could cover. Alongside those, strange sigils appeared over her body that she tried to hide within a full-body tattoo. And what was worst: she became fully immunocompromised. No healer or chirurgeon could ever find out how to cure it until one day she came into contact with a Viera who was sick with the flu. This caused her to contract the same illness, and left her bedridden for a week by the grace of Hydaelyn before one of her fellow Astrologians approached her with an idea. A Fantasia. The flu might have been that of a specific Viera strain, and so the only hope to save W'ikha might be to turn her into one.
She drank the potion, and over the course of the next minute her body slowly morphed and shifted; becoming taller, her horns retracting and fading from sight, her scales vanishing into the air and two long, leporine ears growing from the top of her head. Within days her flu cleared up, and what was most astonishing to everyone was that her left eye, previously false from the accident in the Machinists Guild, was full restored.
After some time, recovering and taking time to find herself and getting used to her new body, W'ikha felt a strange pull in her aether, but not what you might expect. It was the taint of the Void within her aether that led her towards a certain house in the depths of Empyreum. One that, upon entering, she felt a fmailiar pull of the Void as she stepped across the threshold. Once inside, she was met with many individuals who all, like her, had dealt with the Void, or had their own traces of the Void within them. There she found people who, over time, helped her to become accustomed to the energies within herself and helped her to regain control. And the lady of the house, a Miqo'te woman by the name of Kamiko, welcomed her to Haus Obscura; a place safe for people like her to stay away from the ever-watching eye of the Holy See.
She became part of the team, working the bar with her experience from her time wandering the wilds to earn gil for travel and even eventually becoming one of the courtesans that entertained guests with merely her company, and her body. She finally felt truly comfortable, and no longer afraid of the tainted energy within her, finally able to control it without it spreading throughout her being until it overtook her mind and body and soul.
She was finally free….
Now W'ikha travels the star over in search of those in need, but always she kept on her the firearm she had built, and longs for the day she can kill the being that cursed her, hopefully ending her troubles once and for all...
“I won't kill again. Ever. Not unless it's him. My last bullet will be to slay that accursed Voidsent.”
- W'ikha Fil