C'therin Sapa

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A Seeker of the Sun exiled from her tribe due to her preoccupation with technology, C'therin was left to a life of crime and poverty on the streets of Ul'dah until by happenstance, she formed ties with an underground crime syndicate.

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C'therin--or Kitty, as she usually goes by--stands tall for a female Miqo'te at 5'2" with a frame that is slender and fairly toned, with just enough meat on her bones for some curves and average-sized breasts. Her skin is bronze and tanned, marred with several scars across her body, though none of them particularly stand out among the others. Her hair is black and straight, falling to just below her shoulder blades and typically separated into several braids and ponytails, often adorned with beads and feathers. Her bangs are cut choppy and uneven across her forehead. The fur of her ears and tail are the same silky black as her hair, ears pierced several times and nicked in a few places, her tail long and slender with short fur. Someone who is not a stranger to handling both weaponry and machinery, her palms are rough and calloused, fingernails kept cut short.

Afflicted with her heterochromia, her left eye is a golden brown and her right an earthy green, both possessing the telltale slitted pupils of the Seekers of the Sun. Her eyebrows are thin and dark, arched above her large, round eyes, lined with long eyelashes and a smudge of black eyeliner. Tribal face paint in an off-white color adorns her cheeks, covering most of the natural, brown Seeker stripes with a long stripe on each side, running from her jaw across her cheek to end in points at the bridge of her nose. Above the stripes, three white dots are painted below her eyes on either side, another three circles above her left eyebrow, though they are mostly hidden beneath her bangs. She has a heart-shaped face with a small, pointed nose and thin lips, glossy and just a bit darker than the rest of her skin.

She opts for clothing that is flattering to her figure but still practical, suited for moving freely and enduring the heat of Ul'dah. Skirts and dresses are rarely a part of her wardrobe, and while none of her outfits are terribly revealing, she's not overly concerned with modesty, either. Black, golds, yellow, purples, and browns seem to be her colors of choice, the fabric of her clothing typically cotton or leather. She does not wear any sort of armor, preferring the freedom, flexibility, and comfort of normal clothing instead. Her style is tom-boyish, shying away from frills and lace and anything delicate or dainty. She almost always has a pistol and dagger at her side, and typically has even more weapons stashed away somewhere on her person or in her satchel.

Kitty speaks in a tribal accent, often rolling her R's and slurring her words slightly, sometimes speaking with a bit of a hiss or purr every now and then. Her grasp of grammar isn't the best, and she sometimes struggles with large or unfamiliar words. Profanity and slang are not uncommon within her speech.

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Kitty's life and character have long since been shaped by the motivation of survival. It was ingrained in her by her tribe as they banded together to survive the harshness of the Sagolii desert, and it became her life's purpose when she was cast alone at a young age onto the crowded and unkind streets of Ul'dah. She has learned to be wary and suspicious of everyone, no matter who they are, even if she keeps up a friendly facade with them. She is vigilant, searching for any signs of deceit or ill will from others and constantly on edge, no matter how relaxed she may seem. Due to her wariness, she has a curious nature, wishing to know plenty about the people around her. She does her best to hide any weakness and reveal very little about her true self, often getting flustered or embarrassed when she fails in this and shows any sort of insecurity or attachment to any person or idea. In social interactions, she was taught the hard way to walk the thin line between not coming across as naive or a pushover, or not being too abrasive with others and earning their ire, a careful balance to keep for her own survival.

She is generally friendly with others, but she can get feisty if the person in question is making threats or being obnoxiously rude in general, not the type to take nonsense from others. When words get her nowhere, she's not afraid to come to blows, but she's been doing her best in more recent times to "behave" and not cause any undue trouble. She has a bit of a temper and can act rashly when provoked despite her best efforts to only pick worthwhile fights. Otherwise, however, she is a very laidback and easygoing person. She is a bit of hedonist and enjoys the earthly pleasures of life, from sex with men and women alike, to alcohol, to drugs, to smoking, to a nice meal. While she's learned how to sate her appetites with a minimal amount of gil, she certainly doesn't mind some extra coin to spend. She's a free spirit and independent person who does not like to be tied down with responsibilities or controlling attitudes from others.

Her time spent homeless in Pearl Lane has left her with some questionable morals, not above using or hurting others if necessary to survive or get ahead, or selling services some would find immoral or degrading. She is not proud of the things she has done for gil or food, but she also feels no remorse nor shame, deeming them acts that were necessary and pragmatic. She believes most things are justified if they were done to get by, but she does draw the line on acts that completely ignore another's freedoms and consent, such as slavery and sexual assault. While kind enough to help out in a person in need if it's no great risk to herself, she can often seem unsympathetic to others' plights if she believes it's something they could fix themselves or something she considers part of the usual woes of life. She can be somewhat closed-minded or presumptuous about other races and cultures or any individual who falls outside the 'norm' in anyway, having spent almost all of her life in Thanalan mostly either with her tribe or keeping others at a careful distance. Due to her lack of a proper education, her understanding of most more advanced subjects unrelated to technology is poor, but she is not dim-witted, instead quick to think on her feet and in possession of "street smarts."

Now that her circumstances have improved and she has a roof above her head and food in her belly, she is trying to lead a more "righteous" life, free of harming anyone who doesn't deserve it or selling herself for coin, able to finally focus her ambitions on her dream of learning to be an engineer and inventor. She often keeps her aspirations a secret for fear they will seem naive or lead someone to take advantage of them, but when the topic does creep up, she is happy and dreamy, genuine and almost childlike in her excitement.

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C'therin was born to a sect of the Coeurl tribe who called the Sagolii desert of Thanalan their home. Getting by in such a harsh of environment was not easy, and from an early age, Therin was taught survival skills, hunting, and several fighting and weapon disciplines. While she didn't struggle with these things in either skill or contentment, she soon found her interests lay elsewhere. Her tribe often traded with Ala Mhigan refugees, and it was not uncommon they would have Magitek bits and scraps among their wares. Therin found the technology fascinating, and was eager to get her hands on any of it and learn more about it. Much to her tribe's annoyance, as C'therin grew, so did her obsession. They were agitated that her time spent tinkering could have been better spent doing things they saw more beneficial to the tribe, such as hunting or gathering, helping to raise the younger members, or spending more time with her Nunh. Rumors flew that she might even be a Garlean sympathizer.

Therin was warned several times to abandon her pursuits, but refused. Eventually, the teenage Seeker found herself kicked out of her tribe, nothing to her name but the clothes on her back and the personal possessions she could carry. She knew full well she could not survive out in the desert alone, and she made for Ul'dah and the safety of the city instead. However, her prospects were not much better there. There was no small amount of competition counting both the Ala Mhigan refugees and Ul'dah's own abundance of impoverished natives. She quickly found she had no allies nor friends. Those who were more fortunate than her were far more likely to throw insults or things much more tangible her way than they were to offer a helping hand, and she detested receiving handouts, especially as she came to realize that nothing ever came "freely." Her fellow street-dwellers of Pearl Lane were no less unhelpful, likely to steal what little another had if left unattended, be it a small sum of gil, or a knife or a blanket, or a comfy sleeping spot. When so many of those she met in the city could not (bring themselves to care to) learn her name, she adopted the moniker of "Kitty." After all, most everyone would call her by slurs and petnames related to her race no matter how she introduced herself anyway, and she had no use for her tribal name anymore, did she?

Kitty had long since learned survival skills, but it was a different kind of survival, where she must support her tribe, and in turn they would support her. Now, she was entirely alone. However, she was not the type to accept death or failure, and she quickly learned how to make it on her own, doing whatever she must. She made use of the talents she had learned with her tribe, selling both her blade and her body. When there were no harmless odd jobs to be found, she did work she took no pride in: brawling for coin, assassinations, acting as a hired goon making threats to people she knew deserved no such thing. She found little more enjoyment in pleasuring wealthy Ul'dahns or adventurers passing through the Quicksand. And when work came too slow or paid too little, she would steal, pickpocket, and mug for what she needed. The guilt and shame was never as painful as starving, dying, losing. Regret and morality did not make for a full stomach or a peaceful night's sleep.

She was resourceful enough to survive, but it was a constant struggle, and no lavish nor luxurious life. It was doubly frustrating for the Seeker who did not just want to scrape by, but had aspirations of becoming a mechanic, engineer and inventor. How could she afford tools, parts, or a workspace when she couldn't even afford a meal every sun? She distracted herself with the most base pleasures of life. Provoking bar fights at the Quicksand and enjoying its more attractive patrons for a night was fortunately free. When she had some extra coin, a nice meal, some strong alcohol or somnus could keep her entertained and occupied. But outside of her leisure time, her life was a perilous one. There was no safety on the streets, no doors and windows to lock, no one to care or notice if she went missing or was hurt, and Ul'dah was full of plenty less than savory individuals who would seize any opportunity. She steeled herself and learned to trust no one, honing her instincts and fighting abilities.

However, missteps and misfortune still happened. One evening in the Quicksand, she met a man named Melfice Vainchelon, who, awkward and polite as he seemed, she assumed would make for a harmless and easy client. She quickly learned otherwise after she'd accompanied him back to his home, and he attempted to drain the aether from her body. She resisted him, and he offered a deal to let her stay in his home and provide her with any gil or items she needed were she to regularly allow him to take her aether, which she discovered he intended to use in some plan to revive his deceased fiancee. Begrudgingly, she agreed. It could be her chance to pursue her dreams of becoming something more than a whore or hired blade. However, having the life quite literally drained from her was not something she found favorable. She grew increasingly unhappy with arrangement, bitter with Melfice for using her and sapping her strength, and frustrated with herself for ever agreeing in the first place. However, things were finally looking up for Kitty, when soon came the announcement of the Manderville Gold Saucer. Kitty saw opportunity there for a more wealthy clientele with less competition.

As the Gold Saucer's doors opened, Kitty spent more and more time there, continuing her old work, and less time at Melfice's home lounging about or providing him with her aether. As he grew closer to bringing his plans to fruition, he had less need of it and by extension her, anyhow. Before long, she broke away from his home and their bargain entirely, cutting ties with him and returning to her old life, albeit frequenting the Gold Saucer more than the Quicksand now and having a bit more gil to her name. It was there she met a man by the name of Vincent Laurentius, his stylish and formal attire catching her eye; obviously, he was someone with no small amount of coin! She'd heard rumors of an organized crime group that operated from the Gold Saucer--The Turks--and had thus far had no run-ins with them, but she was certain he must be one. Fortunately, she caught his eye as well, and he sought her out with immediate flirtation which she eagerly returned, happy to net him as a customer for the night.

As Vincent ordered their drinks, rather than pay in gil, Kitty noticed him simply flashing a small, golden card about. Ever the opportunist, after they'd headed back to his suite atop the Gold Saucer, as soon as she was able to get her hands upon him--which didn't take long--she snatched the card from his pocket and hid it. After they'd concluded their "business" for the evening, Vincent revealed her pickpocketing had not gone unnoticed. Expecting a lecture or something far worse, Kitty was surprised when he instead offered to let her stay with him and buy her whatever she wished if she would in turn see to his pleasures with exclusivity. She agreed hesitantly, wary after her last live-in situation, but the two quickly hit things off and proved to have much in common.

Learning about Kitty's talents and aspirations, he quickly put them to use for the Turks, hooking her up with a job at the Gold Saucer where she worked part-time as a server, part-time as a mechanic doing upkeep on the game machines, secretly rigging them for the Turks. To further her skills and fill her desires, the two began seeking out deals with anyone who could supply them with Magitek parts and information, or similar technologies. Before long, Kitty and Vincent's relationship become less an exchange of services, and more a genuine romance, and the more entangled they grew, so too did she with the Turks.

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