Teke

STATS

NAME: Tetteke Ahka
Eorzean Name: X'tetteke AhkaPRONUNCIATION: Teh-teh-keh Ah-kahNICKNAME/ALIAS: Teke, Black Cat, Flying Gunner, Crazy BitchAGE: 25BIRTH: Late winterGENDER & PRONOUNS: Female, Her/She
RACE/ETHNICITY: Hhetsarro (Tural Mi'qote)NATIONALITY: ShaaloaniOCCUPATION: PirateSEXUALITY: Heterosexual/ masochist/ Gun romantic/ lady cuddle bugORIENTATION: non-monogamous, technically part of Za' clan(through pirate ship relations) but likes the letter XANIMAL COMPANION: Teal Griffin: Zyran

PHYSICAL

HEIGHT: 5'/152cmWEIGHT: 150 lbs.HAIR: black heavily layered, wavey, spikeyEYES: Rosy hibiscus, sunrise huesTATTOOS: WIP

PERSONALITY

A very sarcastic and mischievous natured woman with a wide grin, chackling giggle and an infatuation with guns. Sporadic in her actions and words, she could be all nice one moment then flicking you off and finding a nice tall place to perch on. She loves to be up high, despite her short stature, and will happily find the tallest place to sit and look around, be it a person or thing.(She loves super tall people for this reason). Cheddar cheese is a favorite treat of hers and if someone wants to see her really act like a cat they just need to pull out something shiny and wave it around.HABITS: Drinking, having flings/one night stands, ignoring said flings and one night stands, murder, stealing guns, finding the tallest place to perch be it person or thingLIKES: Sharp cheddar cheeses, being up high, shiny, guns, _masochist, being up high, sunny days, naps, warmthDISLIKE: Rainy days(makes her tired), sand, fake pockets on clothing, bad/cheaply made guns, liars

ZYRAN

Her faithful companion and closest thing to family she has. He is fiercely loyal and possessive of Tetteke. He loves fish, sweets and teething on things. Threaten this beast and you will see a new side of Tetteke, shoot first ask questions later.

SERVER: Crystal | Balmung

BIOGRAPHY

The life of the nomadic tribes of the deserts were rough but together they made it work and lived as a family. Most did at least and all families have their dramas. This one let it go too far. A self proclaimed hunting accident would take care of a bloodline. At least they thought it would till the newborn was found in a tent. They were monster hunters but couldn't kill an innocent baby, but no one wanted to fully care for it.So this little black haired Mi'qote became the community child, being passed around like a hot potato till she could fend for herself. Living in a desert was no easy task and was easier as a group, so the wild hearted adventurous youth stayed with the tribe and did her best to become accepted. She was a skilled archer starting early and was quick on her feet.Thinking of new ways to be more resourceful, the young 10 year old Tetteke slipped a rather large egg from a caravan of merchants after hearing them talk about an exotic bird like beast called a Griffin. Raising the hatchling by herself she waited till she could fly on it before introducing it to the tribe. She named him Zyran and from the moment they flew together they were inseparable. Her wild thrill seeking made her the first and only flier of the tribe. From the sky she was able to be way more effective in killing the beasts of the desert and the perfect scout. The tribe often sent her to scout far ahead, over wanting to hunt with her.She didn't know why they always pushed her aside, why they never truly accepted her. They told her, her parents died in a hunting accident. It was feasible to her, they hunted the great ruthless beasts of the desert to survive and not everyone did. She never paid attention to the hushed whispers, always thought if she could be enough for them that she would actually be accepted instead of pushed away. She had lived most her life this way, till civilization began poking into the desert. The tribe was allowed to interact as long as they did not mate with the outsiders. This was when Tetteke slowly began to realize she could be desired. Her voluptuous curves drew many of an outsider's eye. One even caught her eye, or at least what he was packing did. A gun, something her tribe never had the coin for or the training in, this man had one and was willing to teach her.Greatly interested in the weapon she would slip out and start spending a great deal of time with the outsider, learning everything she could about the weapon. He was defected soldier from a land very far away, he had fled during the gruesome war, a Garlean. He was looking for a place to claim a new home and try to forget the atrocities his hands did for his country. He thought surely his people wouldn't reach this far and he would be safe.He enjoyed teaching the curious feline everything he could, even treated her and her Griffin to things from his home. Being an excellent archer translated well to becoming a marksman and the man was surprised how quickly Tetteke took to the advanced weaponry. Unfortunately for him, he began to fall for her. That wasn't something she could allow, it was a strict rule with the clan, no outsiders. He couldn't take no as an answer, he knew how her tribe treated her and he couldn't stand seeing her try so hard just for them to walk all over her and push her aside. He went to the tribe, confessed his love for her. This was the last straw to the tribe, and the final box ticked that would let them push her out.It was also the last string holding her sanity. Her mind shattered as her tribe revolted against her. No, she couldn't let this happen, they would accept her. She took up his gun and without a word put the man down, with the very weapon he taught her with, that he favored. He laid dead in a pool of his blood and the tribe still did not accept her. Heart shattered and soul broken she would show them what a great shot she had become, killing a few of them before they could charge at her. Zyran snatched her and the dead man's body up then sped off before Tetteke could take any deadly hits. In this lonely quiet flight she realized she had fallen the man and with a grieving heart would bury him in the sands. She took his gun, naming it after him, Theodorus. Her beloved favorite weapon.And so began her terror. The flying black cat and the teal Griffin. She had nothing more to lose. That night left her mind in a crumble, she was now madness. Targeting people only for the guns. Drawing them in, toying with them till they woke up with their own weapon to their skull and those sunset eyes smiling down at them, only one has survived. She would join a pirate crew, The Crimson Arcadia. She was able to take to the seas and fly all she wanted, take what she wanted, be truly free.

GUNS

Favorite: Theodorus (Pre-Imperial Garlean Revolver)
2nd Favorite: Marmmhar (Augmented Deepshadow Pistol)
Bojimil (Revolver of the Wanderer)
Denndoen (Makai Hand Mortar)
Unzan (Byakko's revolver)Favorite Ship Cannon: Lechita

STATS

Pronunciation: Teh-teh-keh Ah-kah
Alias/Nickname: Teke
Occupation/Title: released soldier of Al-quimen, Traveler

Age: 23
Race: Vae'tunir/ human
Species: Al-Quimen
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Hetero

Consent

(Y) Yes/ (N) No/ (P) Plotted only
Consensual: Y
Non-consensual: Y
Torture: Y
Dismemberment: P

Appearance

Height: 5’1”/154cm
Weight: 120lbs/54.4kg
Skin color: A Warm Chai
Hair/Fur Color: Black
Hair Style: layered and spiky
Eye Color: Rosy hibiscus, sunrise hues
Unique Features: Dark strip like markings on her face and arms. Dark lips.
Attire: Leathers
Items: Bow, arrows, dagger
Voice:
Accent: Arabian like accent, rolling r’s and elongated vowels

Physical Condition: Fit and well endowed hourglass

PERSONALITY

Alignment: True neutral
Hobbies: WIPDislikes: WIP
Likes: Sharp cheddar cheeses, being up high, shinyFavorite non-alcoholic drink: Amar al Din

Capabilities

Strengths: adventurous, fearless
Weakness: physical combat

Background:

An orphaned Vae’tunir she became a street cat with wild ambitions. After seeing some Wyvern riders flying over the city she grew obsessed with being up high. One fateful night when she was ten she snuck into the wyvern's nesting grounds to see the beasts up close. One of the eggs of a lightning wyvern hatched and their eyes met. It instantly imprinted on her and her life changed forever. The army conscripted her and she was trained to be a wyvern rider from then on.

Origins/Connections

Birthplace: Al-Quimer
Current Home: the road
Parents: Orphan
Siblings: NA
Animal Companion: Zyran, The WyvernFriends:

ABILITIES

WEAKNESSES

STATS

NAME: Tetteke AhkaPRONUNCIATION: Teh-teh-keh Ah-kahNICKNAME/ALIAS: TekeAGE: 25GENDER: FemaleRACE/SPECIES:: Mafjay, a feline demi-human speciesORIGINS: DesertOCCUPATION: Adventurer / Marksmen / CriminalALIGNMENT: True neutral

Condition

The cat-like similarities don't stop at their ears, tail and eyes for the Mafjay. Just as agile and speedy as the felines she resembles, so as long as she has some belts to hold that chest of hers. The Mafjay enjoy sunbathing, chirping at their prey, sharpening their long sharp claws, groom their long tails with a rough sandpaper tongue and even purr and hiss. Their vertebrae are also just as flexible as the feline counterparts and are able to rotate their spines far more than others. Purrfect for fitting through small spaces.
All her life she baked in the sun from desert to ocean, the heat of the sun doesn't bother this feline las. The cold on the other hand, she would much prefer to curl up and be warm.

Appearance

A rather short(5’1”/154cm) feline demi-human with jet black fur and hair. Her hair is just past shoulder length and has a constant wind swept look of layered waves. Skin a warm chai, sunkissed by life in the desert. Her face has tiger-like stripes and lips of ebony. Slit feline eyes of rosy hibiscus and sunrise hues, seemingly glowing in the night from reflective light. A voluptuous hourglass figure with tuff tipped ears and a fluffy well groomed bottlebrush tail, a pride and joy of any feline.
Sharp needle-like feline teeth and thick long claws. She has a number of notable tattoos on her arms, thighs, chest and back. From flowers bursting into flames and dark smokey designs to the wyvern on her back.She likes to wear lighter attire, keeping to cloth and thin leathers for easy of movement, while having a number of belts to hold her guns when carrying and to strap down her chest when on the move. She largely favors thigh high boots, shorts, with mostly breathable shirts.
One thing you will always see her with is a few teal quills weaved into her hair on the left side of her face. These are weaved into her hair with beads and are quills from her wyvern.

PERSONALITY

A very sarcastic and mischievous natured woman with a wide grin, chackling giggle and an infatuation with guns. Sporadic in her actions and words, she could be all nice one moment then flicking you off and finding a nice tall place to perch on. She loves to be up high, despite her short stature, and will happily find the tallest place to sit and look around, be it a person or thing.(She loves super tall people for this reason). Cheddar cheese is a favorite treat of hers and if someone wants to see her really act like a cat they just need to pull out something shiny and wave it around.

gear

Cloth and leather attire with plenty of belts. Bow and arrows for when it's too risky for a gun, or if she just wants to show off and practice her archery.
She has collected 4 guns in total:
Theodorus, a military revolver and her favorite. She will not allow others to touch this gun.
Bojimil, a jet black shotgun, does carry a shine to it, likely from her care.
Denndoen, a fanciful gold gilded flintlock likely snatched up from a pirate on a rival crew that she joined only to turn the ship to munity for her pirate crew.
Lechita, a Spaniard Rifle, excellent for longer shots. A bit nasty up close the late owner found out.
Gun cleaning kit, anti-static carrying case for them. Anti-static holster on her hip for the revolver.
Her travel bag consists of: currency, feathers, bow repair kit, spare arrow heads, dagger, a few days rations, small blanket, fishing wire, few packs of ammo and a heavily used dog chew toy(for Zyran).

Abilities/Skills

Weaknesses

BIOGRAPHY

The life of the nomadic tribes of the deserts were rough but together they made it work and lived as a family. Most did at least and all families have their dramas. This one let it go too far. A self proclaimed hunting accident would take care of a bloodline. At least they thought it would till the newborn was found in a tent. They were monster hunters but couldn't kill an innocent baby, but no one wanted to fully care for it.So this little black haired/furred and stripped face Mafjay became the community child, being passed around like a hot potato till she could fend for herself. Living in a desert was no easy task and was easier as a group, so the wildhearted adventurous youth stayed with the tribe and did her best to be accepted. She was a skilled archer starting early and was quick on her feet..Thinking of new ways to be more resourceful, the young 10 year old Tetteke slipped into a nest and snatched up a lightning wyvern egg. Raising the youngling by herself she waited till she could fly on it before introducing it to the tribe. She named him Zyran and from the moment they flew together they were inseparable. Her wild thrill seeking made her the first and only flier of the tribe. From the sky she was able to be way more effective in killing the beasts of the desert and the perfect scout. The tribe often sent her to scout far ahead, over wanting to hunt with her.She didn't know why they always pushed her aside, why they never truly accepted her. They told her, her parents died in a hunting accident. It was feasible to her, they hunted the great ruthless beasts of the desert to survive and not everyone did. She never paid attention to the hushed whispers, always thought if she could be enough for them that she would actually be accepted instead of pushed away. She had lived most her life this way, till civilization began poking into the desert. The tribe was allowed to interact as long as they did not mate with the outsiders. This was when Tetteke slowly began to realize she could be desired. Her voluptuous curves drew many of an outsider's eye. One even caught her eye, or at least what he was packing did. A gun, something her tribe never had the coin for or the training in, this man had one and was willing to teach her.Greatly interested in the weapon she would slip out and start spending a great deal of time with the outsider, learning everything she could about the weapon. He was defected soldier from a land many countries away, he had fled during a gruesome war where his country was the defilers. He was looking for a place to claim a new home and try to forget the atrocities his hands did for his country. He thought surely his people wouldn't reach this far and he would be safe.He enjoyed teaching the curious feline everything he could, even treated her and her wyvern to things from his home. Being an excellent archer translated well to becoming a marksman and the man was surprised how quickly Tetteke took to the advanced weaponry. Unfortunately for him, he began to fall for her. That wasn't something she could allow, it was a strict rule with the clan, no outsiders. He couldn't take no as an answer, he knew how her tribe treated her and he couldn't stand seeing her try so hard just for them to walk all over her and push her aside. He went to the tribe, confessed his love for her. This was the last straw to the tribe, and the final box ticked that would let them push her out.It was also the last string holding her sanity. Her mind shattered as her tribe revolted against her. No she couldn't let this happen, they would accept her. She took up his gun and without a word put the man down, with the very weapon he taught her with, that he favored. He laid dead in a pool of his blood and the tribe still did not accept her. Heart shattered and soul broken she would show them what a great shot she had become, killing a few of them before they could charge her. Zyran snatched her and the dead man's body up and sped off before Tetteke could take any deadly hits. In this lonely quiet flight she realized she had loved the man and with a grieving heart would bury him in the sands. She took his gun, naming it after him,Theodorus. Her beloved favorite weapon.And so began her terror. The flying black cat and the lightning wyvern. She had nothing more to lose. That night left her mind in a crumble, she was now madness. Targeting people only for the guns. Drawing them in, toying with them till they woke up with their own weapon to their skull and those sunset eyes smiling down at them. She would join a pirate crew a long lost cousin had made, one of the very few who had accepted her, being that he too didn't get along with the tribe. She was able to take to the seas and fly all she wanted, take what she wanted, be truly free.But the sea life wasn't truly hers, she liked the land, it was different and dangerous. The ocean was the same blues, some beasts here and there but she couldn't get the thrills she wanted so she would leave the crew to find her own wild adventure.

Purpose

Her only purpose is to experience new and wild things. Fly over the unknown, find treasures, try new things, find new guns. The only thing that driving her forward is the whims of her wants and desires.

Age: 15
Gender: Male
Race/Species: Lightning Wyvern
Origins: Desert

Personality

Her faithful companion and closest thing to family Tetteke has. He is fiercely loyal and possessive of Tetteke, but is a soft hearted beast. He loves fish, sweets and teething on things.

Appearance:

He stands around 10 ft when on legs and wing claws, with a wing span of nearly 30 ft and full length of about 30 ft from head to tail.

Abilities:

Weaknesses: