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Race/Clan/Gender

Lalafell
Dunesfolk / ♀

Nameday

22nd Sun of the 1st Astral Moon

Guardian

Nophica, the Matron

City-state

Ul'dah

Grand Company

Immortal Flames / Flame Captain

Free Company

Silence iz Mine

Attributes

Strength395
Dexterity6191
Vitality6754
Intelligence376
Mind355

Offensive Properties

Critical Hit Rate2858
Determination2109
Direct Hit Rate2625

Defensive Properties

Defense3998
Magic Defense3998

Physical Properties

Attack Power6191
Skill Speed604

Mental Properties

Attack Magic Potency376
Healing Magic Potency355
Spell Speed420

Role

Tenacity420
Piety440

LEVEL 100

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  • 100
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  • 80
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  • 6
  • 100
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  • 70
  • HP

    194251
  • MP

    10000

Character Profile

Name: Kaizul Blackflame
Age: Unknown (appears ageless, though whispers suggest centuries)
Race/Species: Lalafell (Dunefolk)

**Physical Appearance:**
Kaizul stands small even by Lalafell standards, a wisp of shadow wrapped in sun-bleached linen. Her skin carries the warm, golden hue of desert winds, untouched by scars despite her violent history. The most striking feature is her eyes—two chips of glacial blue, sharp enough to cut through lies. Her hair, a wild cascade of pale blonde, defies gravity in spikes reminiscent of storm-tossed wheat, a deliberate echo of a legendary warrior’s style. She moves like a dust devil: sudden, silent, and gone before you’ve blinked.

**Background:**
Born in the shifting dunes of Thanalan, Kaizul was raised by a secretive sect of flame-worshiping assassins who believed pain purified the soul. She escaped their pyres twice—once by burning her master alive in his sleep, and again by letting a rival faction believe her corpse fed the vultures. Now she drifts between cities, a blade-for-hire with a peculiar code: she never takes contracts on those who fight for others. Rumors cling to her like desert sand: that she dueled a Garlean magitek on foot and won, that she once traded her left lung for a spell to resurrect a fallen comrade (the lung grew back, unnervingly).

**Personality:**
Kaizul laughs like a crackling fire—too loud, too often, usually when someone’s about to die. She collects friendships like others collect weapons, hoarding them jealously; cross hers, and she’ll dismantle your life thread by thread. Her humor is dry as bone, her loyalty absolute.


I'm a slave, and I am a master
No restraints and unchecked collectors
I exist through my need, to self-oblige
She is something in me, that I despise
I won't let this build up inside of me
I won't let this build up inside of me
I won't let this build up inside of me
I won't let this build up inside of me
I won't let this build up inside of me
I won't let this build up inside of me
I won't let this build up inside of me
I won't let this build up inside of me
She isn't real
I can't make her real
She isn't real
I can't make her real
She isn't real
I can't make her real
She isn't real
I can't make her real

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