| Gender
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Female
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| Race
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Au Ra
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| Clan
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Xaela
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| Body Type
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Adult
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| Height
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(~62.4 inches)
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| Bust Size
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| Jaw
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Option 2
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| Eye Shape
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Option 3
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| Iris Size
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Large
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| Eye Color
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| Eyebrows
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Option 1
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| Nose
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Option 5
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| Mouth
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Option 3
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| Lip Color
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| Lip Shade
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Light
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Facial Features/Tattoos/Ear Clasp/Face Paint
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Weapon/Tools/Shield
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| Default:
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I gave you leave to come and go as you like. So go.
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| After: A Final Peace
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You are returned. For what purpose? To wait until the Naadam as part of a stratagem? Hah! Do as you will...but know I will come for you first.
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| After: In Crimson They Walked
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Why do you tarry? The next battle lies to the south. Make ready and call for us. I grow impatient.
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| After: The Die Is Cast
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It was a good battle, but ultimately unsatisfying. The ironmen's machines make for poor sport, so repetitive and predictable their attacks. Victory was never in doubt.
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| After: Stormblood
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I have heard tell of the great battle of Ala Mhigo. Another land once ruled by the ironmen, now free.
Soil is like blood. Easily claimed, easily lost. But in such battles our souls burn bright, and that is enough.
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| After: A Requiem for Heroes
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What is this I hear of the khagan being defeated in battle by hands other than mine? I can but imagine the strength of this adversary, but you would do well not to fall a second time.
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| After: Reflections in Crystal
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Khagan! Is there no news of the ironmen? You promised us glorious battles, but of late there has been nothing of the sort! How are our souls supposed to shine?
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- Affiliation
- Dotharl Tribe
- Occupation
- Thaumaturge
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Closest Aetheryte: Dhoro Iloh
