Shigi Khutukhu

Warrior of Lights #1 fan

History

Calamity - A realm Reborn
1571-1577

In the Eoarzian sense, Shigi could be considered an Orphan. But, as a Son of the Iriq, not knowing ones origin are not something to be pitied. Not even a passing thought. He was raised by the tribe, and would learn the ways of a Warrior Hunter at an early age. Earning scars and a secure place in his tribe. Until at least the Garlean's attacked, launching a campaign into Othard and usurping their sovereignty. The fragmented Steppes would fair no better, so he and other youths of his tribe fled 20 in total, seeking asylum in Eorzea by way of a smuggler that seemingly pitied their plight.
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Angst ahead, skip tragic backstory by looking for the next line break
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The Vessel never intended to take them to safety though as they all soon found out. After a nourishing meal, Shigi and his Tribemates fell into a deep slumber. Awakening only after they were chained in a dark cargo hold where one could not see their hand in front of their face. Instead they could only hear the sobbing of those around them, the hushed whispering and the clinking of steel chains. It was not only the Xaela who were locked down here, the scaleless resided here as well. Hyur's. A well connected individual suspected that they were going to be sold as slaves in Ul'dah. Another hysterical claimed they were going to be handed to the Garlean's, to be used as test subjects in their monsterous experiments.Shigi never intended to wait to see which outcome would come, so began a long string of failed revolts. The first was promising, the Xaela gored one of his captors with his horn. Twisting until he screamed out in pain before dying. The Slavers had whips, clubs and swords so it was quickly subdued. Killing 7 of his Tribemates, leaving him alive to teach an example to the others. Branding him like some sort of cattle with their mark before chaining him up. Even without him, his people fought leaving him eventually as the final survivor of his group.Hope was dead, until a voice called to him in the dim. Whispering so quietly he thought his horns were playing cruel tricks in his grief until he found his shackles fall from his wrists, sending his body sprawling onto the floor. It was a womans voice, and she told him that we were passing through the pirate infested Rhotano Sea, another week and their fate would be sealed before she pressed a blade into his hand to take, he tightened his first around it. Uncontent with a dogs death, he lead any brave soul that was not yet broken into one final revolt.It was a Pyrrhic victory, if it could be called one at all. Early into the fight, someone had set the cargo hold aflame and the Slavers were forced to choose; to fight or to try and quell the flames. The disarray was infectious, before long friend was indistinguishable from foe in the shadow cast by the flames. Shapes pulled at the riggings that kept row boars aloft, one after another lunging into the sea. Shigi took his chance, cutting the rope with an Axe he found and he plummeted down.
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Angst Over
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------He had survived, but he didn't have a Gil to his name nor did he have any skills to speak of outside of violent means. So once he reached the shores of La Noscea Shigi was destitute and alone. Resorting to petty theft and robbery until he was noted by a Gang of Pirates who accepted him into their fold. Shigi was no sailor. Knots confused him, navigation was sorcery, and he couldn’t tell port from starboard. But when steel met steel, he was home in a sense. None of those around him could be called a friend, never mind family but they kept him fed and all he had to do was nod when it came to politics. Years passed sailing with them, even after the Admirals declaration to an end of piracy. He existed in content loop until an unexpected party came aboard and passed through like a windstorm.No one there among them knew them at the time, to Shigi they were just another fighter, albeit on the smaller side. The world had yet to learn the name The Warrior of Light.The crew fell upon them, but one after another they fell to their myriad of combat styles. Swords, Knuckle, Gun, they even were able to cast magic. When they faced Shigi, it was with an Axe. A weapon he was known for, and he wasn't going to let himself be matched. It was a life or death struggle on his part, but like the rest he was brushed away with a deadly stroke of an axe that took half his horn. Sending him careening into the deck, unable to stop them as they confronted the captain.Despite everything, it ended without further bloodshed. The Warrior of life sparing the crew after a unconditional surrender. Shigi was in disbelief, his horn pulsated with pain as he clutched at it. A thunderous ringing piercing through his skull. He had lost before, plenty of times, but the pain wasn't only physical. His pride took a colossal blow. They were forced to disband after being taken in front of the Admiral. Leaving Shigi back at square one.He hated the Warrior of Light for what he had done.

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Welcome to my card, looking for chill plays with chill people.
I only got the Model for a broken horn after many of my Gposes and my art commission so until I rectify things, use the power of imagination.
Remember IC =/= OOC