“I know who I am. I am who I've always been.”
Name: Z'nehzi Vehska
Age: 27
Nameday: 6th Sun of the 1st Astral Moon
Race: Miqo'te (Half-Seeker/Half-Keeper)
Gender: Female
Pronouns: She/Her
Sexuality: Lesbian
Relationship Status: Taken
Deity: Menphina, the Lover
Place of Birth: IshgardAlignment: True Neutral
Height: 4 fulms 9 ilms (144.78 cm)
Weight: 91.3 ponzes (41.1kg)
Occupation: Warrior of Light
Personality: Standoffish | Hostile | Impulsive | Stubborn | Empathetic | Violent
Likes: Reading | Magic | Violence
Dislikes: People | Social engagement | Wasting her timeVoice Claim: Pomme
Theme Song: The Nature of Dying
IC Jobs: BLM/DRK/DRG/ast/vpr
OOC Jobs: BLM/DPS/TNKs/HLRs/




Appearance
Z'nehzi is considered petite for a Miqo'te - and breathtakingly beautiful. Standing at a mere four fulms nine ilms, one might imagine her easily overlooked. With a striking profile and hostile appearance, those unfamiliar with her who meet her piercing sun-yellow eyes would be quick to look away. Silky hair as black as the night sky contrasts against pale, glassy porcelain skin. Marring her perfect, doll-like visage would be two jet-black smudge-like tattoos underneath her eyes, accenting the signature markings of a Seeker. Should one earn her ire, one might notice the iconic sharp fangs of a Keeper amidst sharp-tongued jabs.Z'nehzi's taste in clothing is decidedly consistent. Her preferred garments are black and layered, with a preference for accents of red and silver. Heavy fabrics abound, embracing and emphasizing her form without overly drawing attention to herself. Always with a pair of gloves on, separating her touch—and more importantly, herself—from others.More recently, her outfits have shifted towards stark, heavenly whites, a far cry from the Ishgardian blacks of before. The contrast of white and black in her current choice of garments seems indicative of great personal change in her life following the events of Endwalker...
SkillsZ'nehzi has certain skills and traits that compliment each other.Combat (★★★★★)
Magic (★★★★★)
Swordsplay (★★★)
Physical Strength (★)
Survivability (★★★★)
Social Inclination (★★)
Echo Sensitivity (★★★★★)
Z'nehzi's story is one of Love and Suffering, Fate and Control. One in which Revenge and Forgiveness are intertwined, hand in hand. Her story leans towards dark. Z'nehzi is a complicated individual—At times, it may be difficult to see why Z'nehzi feels why she does in any given moment. Further adding to confusion is the outward persona she puts forth, making conversation and parsing her social interactions with her near impossible. Only by looking at her actions under pressure do we see what lies beneath the surface.If it is a happy ending you seek, then look elsewhere. Here you will find the prism of Love filtered through the seven colors. Characters that hold so much emotion for the Warrior of Light, only needing to have the Light shone upon them to show one their 'true' feelings within.
What else was she? A being that lived to fight and bleed and kill. To tear at flesh and rip it apart, by magic and blade, fang and claw. That some part of her, buried deep down, loved it, a warm corpse that still twitched when you put a blade into its hands. She couldn’t help a reflex, an instinctive enjoyment in act.As she had done so long ago for herself, she extended the white gloved, bloodied hand.Z’nehzi was so, so very tired.Of pretending. Of the charade.She was no better.Esteem had been right, as she always had been.Who else could she love but herself?The sound of disbelief he makes shatters the mirror. The metaphorical hand he had extended, pulled back. No, his path could not be averted so easily - how could she possibly pretend otherwise?The burning in her gut settles into cold, and she closes her eyes. “Fine.”Her hand falls to her side. “She had tried, hadn’t she?” An eager voice in her head, growing louder and louder. Dangerous and seductive in her ear, pushing her towards…Exhaling, she shakes her head. Her pulse begins to slow, feral anticipation growing in her mind.She reaches up. The time for trying was over. “This was what you were made for.”She was tired of looking into this mirror, broken or not, forced to see her reflection. Zenos and her had blurred together, a whirlpool of color, a tempest that would see only one survivor.A voice that isn’t quite hers leaves her mouth, frozen and dangerous. ‘Remember this feeling. Treasure it.’She draws the blade.She was going to do what she did best.Z'nehzi was going to kill her first and only friend.Hateful yellow eyes met the madness of blue, wide and gleaming, both reflected in each other’s gaze.Zenos.
Name: Mae
Pronouns: She/Her
Data Center: Crystal (Americans DC)
Hi! Thank you for checking out my character's carrd.My timezone is GMT-7:00. I speak English, and please feel free to DM me through Bluesky/Tumblr! Discord will be given after some interactions. I am 30+, and expect people I regularly interact with to be 21+.I am a writer and an in-game digital photographer. Occasionally I will post my works for others to view. You may find most of my stuff on my twt page, Bluesky, Venat WoL Bluesky, Ao3, and Tumblr if you are interested in seeing and reading more about Z'nehzi's story.