“A Dotharal does not fear death. But that doesn’t mean it is easy to live. Perhaps it's the burdens of past lives and the pain of the current that makes the ale taste so much better.”

Juskia can be very cocky and arrogant and even with how small she is has no problem getting up in someones face. She always goes around with a chip on her shoulder. All this combined that she is almost always looking at the bottom of a mug leads her to get into a lot of fights, which lately is the only time she seems happy.

History:
  A member of the Dotharl Tribe Juskia doesn’t fear her death. But the death of her mate during their time in The Ilsabard Contingent has caused Juskia to self-destruct and find solace in the bottle.Short Stories:
  The Times Before - Juskia's Backstory
  The Last Round - Juskia gets pulled into a fight, one she didn't start for once.Hooks:
  Bar fights - found often in a tavern it doesn't take much to set her off, the longer she has been there the easier.
  Bail - Oftentimes she has found herself sobering up in jail. Even though it might not seem like it, she will pay someone back for getting her out.
  Adventuring - It might be good for her to get out of the city and do some good for a change.

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The Times Before:  When she was born, the elders of the clan saw the spirit of a great fighter and wanderer Juskia in her eyes. The Juskia’s of the past had been known to not only be great hand-to-hand fighters, but also travelers, curious about the world outside the steppes. It was not uncommon for them to be gone for cycles before returning with stories of their adventures. Sometimes though they never returned at all, as with the previous Juskia. So, with the revelation that the spirit now rested within the child the tribe knew it once again had lost one of its warriors.  From that day on, as she grew up, she was trained to fight, and like all good Dotharl, not to fear death. She was a bit of a brat and a bully as a child, pushing around and getting into fights with children of other tribes. One particular Xaela was a favorite target, Silun of the Uyagir. Silun was a meek child, quiet and reserved, seemingly the polar opposite of Juskia. The bullying continued for cycles as the two grew up, until Silun had enough and blasted Juskia with a surprising large burst of aetheric energy. Shocked by the sudden show of defiance from her former victim Juskia became insanely curious about how Silun was able to do that.  It took another cycle of begging and apologizing, but eventually Silun relented to the former bully and started to teach Juskia how to use her own aether. The two former adversaries now became close, nearly inseparable friends with Juskia dragging Silun across the Steppes to go on adventures and get into trouble. Of course, the young Dotharl prided herself whenever there was danger, it never got close enough to Silun for any harm ever to come to her. As the two came of age, their friendship grew even closer and the two became lovers. Their bond to each other is shown as they each took one of a set of earrings, a small blue aether crystal.  Juskia had grown into a strong warrior combining the fighting spirit of her past and the aetheric teachings of Silun. She was chosen to travel with Sadu as part of the Dotharl delegation to join the Ilsabard Contingent. So excited to go on a grand adventure she desperately wanted Silun to go with her. Silun resisted for days, trying to convince Juskia to stay until one night she awoke from a nightmare, one that shook her to her very core. She wouldn’t say what the nightmare was but told Juskia that if she went on with her adventure she would come along. Of course, this filled Juskia with joy even though Silun seemed terrified.  During the battle with the Telophoroi Silun stayed closer than normal to Juskia. Juskia was in her element though, relishing in the battle and paid little mind to the soft words of Silun. “It’s just as I saw.” When the Blasphemies made their appearance, the battle took a turn against them. Juskia was pushed to her limit fighting against them. Silun tried to convince her to retreat but Juskia wouldn’t listen and eventually took a near fatal blow and was tossed aside. Silun destroyed the monster with another large blast of aether, but from her vision she thought Juskia dead and lost hope. Juskia’s eyes opened just in time to see Silun enveloped in black smoke before being replaced with a monstrosity. For the first time the Dotharl felt fear before she blacked out only to wake up days later in the makeshift infirmary at Camp Broken Glass, the other blue crystal earing clasped tightly in her hand.

The Last Round:  “Never stops raining here, should have never left the steppes.” The small, hooded figure muttered as she ran across the bridges connecting Limsa Lominsa’s upper decks, only stopping when she finally arrived at her destination. Juskia Dotharl peered around The Drowning Wench and took a step towards the stairs that led to the Mizzenmast Inn where she had been staying since arriving in the city. The hooded coat she wore hid her from prying eyes, the only clue to what she might be was the long black scaly tail that poked from the back.  As she looked around the circular tavern she paused after a few paces as she considered. “Looks like a quiet night tonight, maybe I can have one or two before I head to my room and dry off.” Two dark blue hands appeared from under the cloak to pull the hood further over her face as she headed towards the bar. Taking one last look around, she sat down and dropped a few gil onto the counter. Noticing the look Baderon was giving her she held up a hand and shook her head. “Don’t worry. Won’t be any trouble tonight. Just having a couple before I go to my room. Besides, the Yellowjackets said I send one more to the infirmary, it doesn't matter if I started it or not, I’m being tossed out of the city. So, no fights tonight, I want a dry place to sleep.”  Baderon simply gave her a nod and placed the mug of ale down in front of her. “See that ye don’t lass. Ye been a good ‘elp with all the mess lately. ‘ate to lose another ‘venturer that enjoys the job.” With another shrug, she nods and reaches for the mug taking a long pull from it. It’s not like she could help that the Dotharl reputation had gotten out and people liked picking a fight with her because of it. Of course, she was not one to walk away from said challenges either. At least it looked like the heavy rain was keeping everyone from venturing out this evening.  Time passed, one or two mugs soon turned into a half dozen and more. Who was counting? The ale was one thing she had developed a taste for after she had traveled to the west, following her Khatun, Sadu, as part of the Ilsabard Contingent. After the battles calmed down she decided to explore more of this strange land curious about what the world had to offer, what other battles she could enjoy. But the ale, that was one thing she very much enjoyed almost as much as the thrill of battle. Most of the gil she had earned, that wasn’t used to pay for her room and food, she spent down here sampling all the different drinks they had or the occasional game of chance.  As the night wore on the rain let up, and soon more and more people were coming in. At this point Juskia seemed not to care anymore and was just enjoying her evening, now ordering a large plate of different meats, cheeses, and bread to go with the ale. She might be small in frame, but it seemed she did handle her alcohol well, the food would only help, that and she was hungry. Of course if she hadn’t been drinking as much she might have noticed the very type of people she was trying to avoid wandering in.  Two boisterous groups of roegadyn and hyur were in a very heated game of dice off to one side of an inn. When suddenly one of them quickly stands and tosses the table to the side. “Dem dice are loaded!” Juskia’s head snaps up and looks towards the crowd which was getting louder by the moment. It didn’t take her or anyone else long to figure out what was about to happen. With a heavy sigh she downs the mug of ale and grabs a loaf of bread, tearing out the center she stuffs as much of the meat and cheese that was left inside and waves to Baderon who was already pointing a finger at her to not get involved. “I’ll be taking this up to my room. Hope this won’t be too much of a mess for you.” She said with a smile.  With that as the fight inevitably broke out Juskia quickly made her way towards the stairwell that would carry her to her room. At least that was the plan. But fate, or maybe dumb luck, had a different idea as an errant bottle flew across the room to smash into the back of the diminutive figure’s head. The force of the impact shattered the glass and sent her stumbling forward, and her makeshift sandwich to the ground.  A rand reached up to feel the back of her head as she stood there quietly for a few seconds, her shoulders heaving underneath the cloak before she finally spun on her heel towards the group. “All right. Yah wants me so much! Was going to let you lot off easy tonight!” She yells out her hand grabbing the edge of the cloak, a pale whitish light appearing from underneath. “But now my turn for some fun! Sadu to me!” She yells out as she pulls off the cloak and tosses it aside.  Standing there was the small Xaela, dark blue almost black skin adorned with black scales and horns. She had shoulder length black hair with streaks of blue running through it. She wore an angry scowl, but her lips were turned up with a frightening grin. Under the cloak she was dressed in the typical Dotharl garb of light cloth and leather, adorned with blue feathers. The only thing that stood out were the long leather forearm covers which were now covered with brightly glowing runes. Beside her seemingly out of nowhere the aether coalesced and a light blue carbuncle appeared at her side. “Get em!” She called out to the magical beast as it charged into the group of people. Unlike most of these aetherical beings, this carbuncle fought with tooth and claw. It leapt up onto the first person it ran into only to have a few glowing balls of force smacking into the fighters indiscriminately around it.  With a laugh she waved a hand over one forearm, the glowing aether forming into another ball as she threw it too into the crowd. The chilling laugh only grew as it sent a few people flying. As dotharl and carbuncle entered the fray a few voices yelled out in alarm as they realized not only there were more people coming into the fight, but that she was one of them. She, after all, had gotten a bit of a reputation already. Her grin only grew as she started to see some turn tail and run. “Oh no, are you leaving already? Well guess spell slinging time is over.” Cracking her knuckles she laughs more as she dives right into the middle of the brawl, fists and feet flying as the woman was obviously enjoying herself.  Probably a little too much so, since she didn’t seem to notice or care that a group of Yellowjackets burst into the tavern and was busy trying to break up the fight. “Oh! More want to join in on the fun!” She called out; they were only more targets to her. The runes on her forearms continued to glow, as she used her aether to augment the force of her punches, combining the already brutal hits with a blast of force.  As the fighting came to an end she was looking for her next opponent. Breathing heavily she didn’t see the large highlander come up behind her and grab her shoulder. “Juskia! Stop!” The man yelled. She was about to turn to face the new attacker, but a flash of blue dove passed her. A moment later the man screamed in pain as he held up his hand, three of the fingers were severed. On the ground beside Juskia was her carbuncle, spitting out what remained of the digits before growling at the man. Juskia smiled and cracked her knuckles again ready to take this one out. But before she could throw the punch she felt a heavy thud on the back of her head as everything went white. Her mouth opened as she toppled forward, her aetherical companion blinking out of existence. The last thing she heard before she lost consciousness was a voice calling out. “Captain are you okay?”  Juskia didn’t wake up for several bells. When she did she had a massive headache, now if that was because she was hungover, or the knockout blow, she couldn’t tell and frankly didn’t care. But what she could tell was she was in a windowless room chained in a corner. The shackles bound both her legs and her wrists, they at least granted her enough play she could get up and move around, but not far. Reaching up she rubbed the back of her head, and noticed her forearm coverings were gone. With a sigh she placed her head back down on the cold stone floor. “You did it this time.” She muttered to herself letting her eyes drift close again, eventually someone would have to come down here to let her know how screwed she was.  It was several more bells before the heavy metal door opened and a familiar highlander walked in, his hand heavily bandaged. Juskia lifted her head and then pushed herself into a sitting position. “Listen, I was trying to go to my room.” She began to explain herself before the man cut her off.  “Shut your hole. It doesn’t matter. We warned you. One more time and you are out.” The man got closer to her and held up the bloodstained cloth over his hand. “Oh but that would be too good for you. No. For what you and that beast of yours did this time. You’re going to be stuck down here for a very very long time. No more battles, no more fights. You’ll be down here until you waste away into nothing.”  Juskia’s eyes grew wide as she started to push herself to a standing position. “No! You can’t! I was attacked first! You can ask B…” Was all she got out before the man backhanded her with his good hand and sent her flying into the wall. Slowly she slid down it into a crumpled heap.  “I said it doesn’t matter!” The man spit on her before turning and heading for the door. “Gave you too many chances already. Before it was just paperwork, now…” He held up his hand again, before turning around storming over to her and kicking her hard in the gut. “The only fights you’ll be in now is for scraps of food.” Another swift quick, this one to her jaw, before he turns on his heel once more and heads out the door. The last thing Juskia hears before blacking out again is the latch being thrown.