O'naryi Khilo

The Red Witch

Criminal ✴ Thief ✴ Treasure Hunter

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"People are stupid, they will believe a lie because they want to believe it's true, or because they're afraid it might be true. Peoples' heads are full of knowledge, facts and beliefs, and most of it is false, yet they think it all true. It makes my job easier."

Name: O'naryi KhiloStreet Name: The Red WitchAge: 26Gender: ♀Race: Miqo'te Sunseeker - Mole TribeSexuality: HeterosexualHobbies: Sunning, Sleeping, Spelunking, LarcenyOccupation:
Co-Owner of Arsenic and Old Lace
Dancer/Crewmate for the Drunken HarlotPersonality: Adventurous, Clever, Outspoken, Stubborn, Argumentative, CompulsiveHeight: 4 Fulms, 10 IImBody-type: Lean and athleticEye-color: Heterochromic -
Right Eye: Green
Left Eye: BlueFeatures: The sun has etched its kiss on Ona's skin, leaving behind a constellation of freckles that dance across her tanned expanse. Her hair, a fiery crimson, echoes the embers of the sun, ablaze with deeper ruby streaks that catch the light like molten jewels. It tumbles down her back in a cascade, framing a face that's both mischievous and alluring. Her ears, like delicate petals, share the flame of her hair, adding a touch of feline wonder to her features.Below her waist, a tail of the same crimson unfurls, a sinuous extension of her fiery spirit. It swishes and sways, a living brushstroke against the air, ending just shy of her ankles in a graceful taper. Yet, beneath this untamed beauty lies the strength of a seasoned warrior. Her body, honed by years of adventure and hardship, is a harmonious blend of athletic power and alluring curves. Muscle and sinew whisper beneath her sun-kissed skin, hinting at the untamed fire within, a potent mix of grace and danger in every step she takes.O'naryi is a tapestry woven from sunlight and shadows, a symphony of allure and danger. Her crimson mane, her sun-kissed skin, and her fiery tail paint a picture of untamed beauty, while the glint in her eyes and the strength in her stride whisper of a warrior's spirit. In her, the sun's warmth and the sea's untamed spirit collide, leaving one breathless and wanting more, a creature of fire and grace, both captivating and unpredictable.

Arsenic and Old Lace
Arsenic and Old Lace, a traveling moonlit apothecary hidden in whispered alleys, traffics not just in elixirs and trinkets but in the illicit. Here, O'naryi reigns as assistant of dreams and shadows. She becomes a phantom in moonlit hours, collecting whispers of forbidden treasures from moonlit bazaars and forgotten crypts. These whispers, woven into potions and tales, transform a small traveling shop into a gateway to the extraordinary, each vial a portal, each story a spark igniting the hearts of those who dare to peek beyond the veil.

Hingan Select (AKA: Naraku Merchantile)O'na's role with Hingan Select appeared innocent on the surface, much like the delicate cherry blossoms that adorned the Hingan syled landscape of the grounds. To an outsider, she seems like just another employee, diligently tending to the shop's inventory and assisting customers with their purchases. However, beneath this facade lay a deeper connection, intricately woven into the fabric of Naraku Merchantile's clandestine operations. Only those, who know, know, what goes on beyond the walls of the shop.

Syndicate Street UrchinUl'dah's sun-scorched streets were O'naryi's jungle, her red hair a desert echo of lost silk. Tragedy plunged her into the Syndicate's iron grip, forcing her nimble fingers, once adorned with jade, to become weapons of silent thievery. Days were a pirouette of dust and danger, nights a refuge in the Syndicate's den, bartering stolen trinkets for fleeting oblivion. The debt, a monstrous sandworm, devoured every gilded coin, but defiance bloomed in O'naryi's heterochromatic eyes, a desert storm brewing in the shadow of her stolen past. She wasn't just a sparrow of the Syndicate, but a daughter of lost fortune, and one day, the winds would shift and she would break free, leaving behind a trail of glittering dust and the whisper of a sparrow who dared to rise against the sun.

E'mhaati TiaHer buisness partner, and the original owner of Arsenic and Old Lace. To outsiders, O'naryi and E'mhaati are an enigma wrapped in a rollercoaster. Their passionate partnership, a kaleidoscope of scorching intimacy and icy pronouncements, keeps everyone on the edge of their seats, forever wondering – lovebirds or sworn enemies?

Alistair Cornelius
O'naryi's feelings for Alistair are a contradictory knot, once a love inflamed now burning with betrayal. An ember of affection remains for the man he used to be, but it's overshadowed by the cold fire of vengeance for his arrogance and dismissal. She wants him to fail, not out of joy but as vindication for his actions. Yet, beneath the anger and bitterness, a flicker of grief mourns the loss of what could have been.

Leo HardradaLeo's heart used to be a mystery Ona didn't care to solve. His unwavering morals felt like chains to her free spirit, his predictability a dull echo against her own chaotic symphony. But somewhere along the salty lines of their adventure, the tide turned. Maybe it was the vulnerability in his eyes when he laid bare his feelings, a raw ember flickering behind the usual stoicism. Perhaps it was the way his gaze lingered on her, painting her skin with a heat she hadn't noticed before. Now, every glance towards him feels like walking barefoot on burning sand, an ache blooming in her chest with every shared breath. She craves the warmth of his touch, the way it might soothe the storm within her. What was once indifference has morphed into an overwhelming need, a possessive tug of the heart strings that screams, "Make him yours."

Merci GreyO'naryi harbors a complex mix of emotions toward Merci, a tangled knot of anger, regret, and some lingering affection for the woman. On one hand, there's the gnawing guilt of her betrayal, the memory of manipulating Merci's secrets into weapons, leaving deep scars and shattered trust. This guilt manifested into a gnawing desire to prove to Merci that she is worth being her friend again. However, this spark is heavily overshadowed by the enormity of that betrayal, making it difficult to express. Her true feelings toward Merci remain murky, shrouded in the fog of her actions and the voidsent's manipulative shadow. Perhaps only time and genuine effort on her part can shed light on the true depths of her regret and the future of their relationship.

Ash KeileeO'naryi's heart beats a different rhythm whenever Ash enters the room. It's a slow, deep thrum, like the bass notes of a mournful cello. There's an awe woven into it, a respect for the sheer presence of the woman. Ash is a mountain, both in stature and in spirit, and O'naryi feels sheltered beneath her shadow, protected from the winds that whip through their lives. But Ash is more than just a shield. She's a confidante, a harbor during O'naryi's stormiest nights. She has wept into the rough weave of her tunic, tears finding safe landing on the calloused skin of Ash's hands. There's a comfort in that raw vulnerability, a feeling of being seen with unjudging eyes. Ash listens with the silent stoicism of the ancient trees, absorbing her pain without flinching. There's a bond between them, forged in shared secrets and whispered anxieties. It's a fierce loyalty, built on the knowledge that Ash would stand before any dragon to protect her. O'naryi marvels at her strength, but it's the gentleness tucked beneath the surface that truly tugs at her heart. The way Ash's eyes soften when she speaks of her village, the tenderness in her rough hands when tending to a wounded bird – these glimpses whisper of a soul as vast and wild as the northern expanse, yet holding pockets of unexpected tenderness. She doesn't know what the future holds for them, or what name to give the feelings that bloom in her chest like wildflowers pushing through ice. But she knows, with the certainty of the northern stars, that Ash will always hold a special place in her heart – a refuge, a warrior, a kindred spirit beneath the harsh sky.