((This is just an opening introduction for my Miqo'te Thaumaturge I will be creating on Balmung come P4 of the beta/prelaunch. Â I am new to RP in this game series/universe, so I hope I didn't screw up many details. I am more than open to comments, both positive and negative, so feel free to post ^.^))
((edit: corrected a few details))
This morning had started as usual for Karhu. She awoke in her apartment above the weavers’ guild, where she held apprenticeship. An educated glance at the marked candle on her bedside table told her it was only half past the seventh bell. She grumbled to herself, “Argh, too early…†and drifted back to sleep. When next she woke, the candle had burned down two more bells. “Scrat, I’m late again!†she cried, as she leapt from her featherbed. She was in such a rush to put on her small clothes that she had them backwards at first. After brushing the night’s tangles from her fur, and combing her raven-toned hair, she dressed for the day. Today she donned a white open-backed haltertop, burgundy linen half-pant, and a belt of red coeurl skin. She prided herself in her wardrobe, having designed it herself just two moons past.Â
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She finished the look with a delicately decorated ring. It had a thin band of mithril with a large oval cut ruby held in gold prongs shaped like a dragon’s claw. She took a moment to admire it,faint memories of her mother’s face coming to mind. It had been five years now since her parents’ deaths, but even still she remembered little of them. Some blamed the Calamity for this selective amnesia, but Karhu was not sure what caused it.  After the Calamity, she awoke on a bed in Frondale’s Phontistery. She was told her home had gone up in flame when one of the falling shards of Dalamud came crashing down through the roof. She still bore a scar on her cheek from those flames. This ring was one of the only mementos she had left. Several times she had thought to sell it, when times were tough, but she always fought the urge, finding another way to gain financial stability instead. After the moment of reminiscence, she remembered that she was already late and hurriedly gathered her things. She brushed her teeth, and gargled mint water, then had a good long stretch of her legs before sprinting down the stairs and through the guild hall, nearly knocking over one of the other tailors. “Sorry!†she called behind her as she rounded the corner and left the hall.
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Upon reaching the market rows of the sapphire exchange, she slowed her pace. It was still early, but several shop keeps had already set to hawking their wares. She broke her fast on some pastry and cow’s milk from a culinarian she frequented, and headed for her stall. It wasn't much to look at compared to some of the more lavish booths in the marketplace, but its location was excellent to catch new coming travelers coming through the Gate of Thal. After raising the canopy, the young lithe Miqo’te girl manned the market stall, calling out to the crowds, praising the quality of the stitching and the drape of the silks. Business was good today. By lunch time, she had nearly completed the quota her guild master had set for her. She yawned, stretching her arms and tail out taut. The noon day sun was streaming in through cloudless azure sky, shining through the purple highlights of her forelocks. The heat of it felt so relaxing; she leaned back against one of the supporting posts and drifted into a light standing sleep.
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The sudden sound of metal on stone jolted her awake, as a shield was tossed across the marble tabletop with a crash. She rubbed the sleep from her emerald eyes, and quickly came to the attention of this new patron. She put on a cheery visage, despite the rather rude awakening, and gave her customary greeting. “Hello sir, and welcome to Katsu Creations,where we strive to meet all your clothing needs. Can I interest you in our newest line of woolen casual wear?†she exclaimed with a smile.  The older elzen bore a scowl across his face, and pointed to his shield.  His speech was slurred, and he had the strong smell of spirits on his breath. “I brought thish shield here not a fortnight pashed, and it shplit at the sheams. I demand you return my gil and replash this thravesty with a new one!†he cried, slamming his mailed fist on the damaged shield. Karhu put on as friendly a face as she could considering the circumstance and tried to reason with the man. “I’m sorry sir, but you must be mistaken.This is a tailor’s, not an armorsm-“ she replied, cut short when the drunkard reached into the booth and grabbed her shoulder, wrenching her closer to him. She struggled to break his grasp as he yelled into her face, “I’M NOT AMUSHED LITTLE GIRL! GIVE ME BACK MY MONEY!â€
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She continued to struggle, his fingertips digging into her fur and skin, clamped hard against her collarbone.  She cried out in pain and called for help, but the woven textile walls of the stall muffled her pleas. Tears streamed down her cheek as the elzen shook her violently in his drunken rage, repeatedly accusing her of thievery and swindling him. Again, she tried to push him away. This time though,something unusual happened. As she tried to release his grip on her shoulder, her palm got warm; very warm in fact.  She had a sudden dizzy feeling, and an unknown voice called to her. It resonated as if she were speaking it herself. “Feel… Think…†she heard through the clamor of the maddened elzen. Suddenly, without warning, her palms burst into fire. The ruby in her ring glowed brightly as the elzen’s surcoat caught flame, and he quickly released her and begun batting at the cinders remaining and the scraps of charred fabric covering his chainmail clad chest. Off in the distance, someone called for the city guard.  She remembered seeing a cloaked man in the distance, watching her, but then all went black as she passed out.
((edit: corrected a few details))
This morning had started as usual for Karhu. She awoke in her apartment above the weavers’ guild, where she held apprenticeship. An educated glance at the marked candle on her bedside table told her it was only half past the seventh bell. She grumbled to herself, “Argh, too early…†and drifted back to sleep. When next she woke, the candle had burned down two more bells. “Scrat, I’m late again!†she cried, as she leapt from her featherbed. She was in such a rush to put on her small clothes that she had them backwards at first. After brushing the night’s tangles from her fur, and combing her raven-toned hair, she dressed for the day. Today she donned a white open-backed haltertop, burgundy linen half-pant, and a belt of red coeurl skin. She prided herself in her wardrobe, having designed it herself just two moons past.Â
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She finished the look with a delicately decorated ring. It had a thin band of mithril with a large oval cut ruby held in gold prongs shaped like a dragon’s claw. She took a moment to admire it,faint memories of her mother’s face coming to mind. It had been five years now since her parents’ deaths, but even still she remembered little of them. Some blamed the Calamity for this selective amnesia, but Karhu was not sure what caused it.  After the Calamity, she awoke on a bed in Frondale’s Phontistery. She was told her home had gone up in flame when one of the falling shards of Dalamud came crashing down through the roof. She still bore a scar on her cheek from those flames. This ring was one of the only mementos she had left. Several times she had thought to sell it, when times were tough, but she always fought the urge, finding another way to gain financial stability instead. After the moment of reminiscence, she remembered that she was already late and hurriedly gathered her things. She brushed her teeth, and gargled mint water, then had a good long stretch of her legs before sprinting down the stairs and through the guild hall, nearly knocking over one of the other tailors. “Sorry!†she called behind her as she rounded the corner and left the hall.
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Upon reaching the market rows of the sapphire exchange, she slowed her pace. It was still early, but several shop keeps had already set to hawking their wares. She broke her fast on some pastry and cow’s milk from a culinarian she frequented, and headed for her stall. It wasn't much to look at compared to some of the more lavish booths in the marketplace, but its location was excellent to catch new coming travelers coming through the Gate of Thal. After raising the canopy, the young lithe Miqo’te girl manned the market stall, calling out to the crowds, praising the quality of the stitching and the drape of the silks. Business was good today. By lunch time, she had nearly completed the quota her guild master had set for her. She yawned, stretching her arms and tail out taut. The noon day sun was streaming in through cloudless azure sky, shining through the purple highlights of her forelocks. The heat of it felt so relaxing; she leaned back against one of the supporting posts and drifted into a light standing sleep.
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The sudden sound of metal on stone jolted her awake, as a shield was tossed across the marble tabletop with a crash. She rubbed the sleep from her emerald eyes, and quickly came to the attention of this new patron. She put on a cheery visage, despite the rather rude awakening, and gave her customary greeting. “Hello sir, and welcome to Katsu Creations,where we strive to meet all your clothing needs. Can I interest you in our newest line of woolen casual wear?†she exclaimed with a smile.  The older elzen bore a scowl across his face, and pointed to his shield.  His speech was slurred, and he had the strong smell of spirits on his breath. “I brought thish shield here not a fortnight pashed, and it shplit at the sheams. I demand you return my gil and replash this thravesty with a new one!†he cried, slamming his mailed fist on the damaged shield. Karhu put on as friendly a face as she could considering the circumstance and tried to reason with the man. “I’m sorry sir, but you must be mistaken.This is a tailor’s, not an armorsm-“ she replied, cut short when the drunkard reached into the booth and grabbed her shoulder, wrenching her closer to him. She struggled to break his grasp as he yelled into her face, “I’M NOT AMUSHED LITTLE GIRL! GIVE ME BACK MY MONEY!â€
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She continued to struggle, his fingertips digging into her fur and skin, clamped hard against her collarbone.  She cried out in pain and called for help, but the woven textile walls of the stall muffled her pleas. Tears streamed down her cheek as the elzen shook her violently in his drunken rage, repeatedly accusing her of thievery and swindling him. Again, she tried to push him away. This time though,something unusual happened. As she tried to release his grip on her shoulder, her palm got warm; very warm in fact.  She had a sudden dizzy feeling, and an unknown voice called to her. It resonated as if she were speaking it herself. “Feel… Think…†she heard through the clamor of the maddened elzen. Suddenly, without warning, her palms burst into fire. The ruby in her ring glowed brightly as the elzen’s surcoat caught flame, and he quickly released her and begun batting at the cinders remaining and the scraps of charred fabric covering his chainmail clad chest. Off in the distance, someone called for the city guard.  She remembered seeing a cloaked man in the distance, watching her, but then all went black as she passed out.
 This is who I am, and who I will become is up to Eorzea. Â
May she guide me gracefully.
~Karhu Katsu
Interesting start with your story, do you plan to continue it as well? Given the bits of lore I know, I don't see anything at all wrong with the story, myself. It was a nice opening/look into your character and I look forward to seeing more. 
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