Jhora Hinaa

Jhora Hinaa grew up at the height of the Garlean overtaking of Othard. A daughter of a native Doman mother who fell in love with an outsider who eventually had the scarlet haired girl together and raised her for seven years, and raised her into a quiet, troubled, but otherwise peaceful life, before her father's betrayal, and the rise of the Garlean Rule in the East. Jhora's Father was Cecil fae Draven. An Elezen who was tasked two fold. To act under espionage for the empire's eventual march, and to find a worthy candidate for scientific 'Perfect Being' project.What transpired within those mechanical confines would not be told, however Jhora was that candidate. She would become the source of many experimentations and cruel practices, both physical and aetherial. Her body forever scarred, warped, mutated, and abused for the years that she would be confined in those walls. The effects of which can be seen to this day. However, witnesses of her training and effects would shutter to describe her brutal and cunning prowess in battle. Some would argue that Cecil's mission was a success.Her escape was not a clean one. During the Warrior of Light's campaign against the Eastern Garlean Controlled Othard, Jhora made her run. A one-woman-army in her own respect. Her empowered strength and surging aether made her nearly unstoppable, but a woman she was still, and bleed for her freedom, she did. For among the newer scars to be carved on her body, one would be so great that she often hides it from the world out of instinct. Her face.A grizzly wound befell her lower facial features, Such that required the help of the Alliance's medics and engineers to mend her to relative function. For little did she realize that her rampage for freedom, Gave way for many to seize the chaos and take control back to Doma. Little is known of what happened to Cecil, the scientists and her abusers, but when asked, she often scoffs, as if the issue was taken care of long ago.It would be some time after that fateful day, and it would be a time before she was able to be comfortable about her body, her thoughts, her heart, but eventually, she grew to give love where it is hardly found. Being one to be admired in a bleak world. Void or Light, Criminal or Citizen, all may find unbiased respite under her embrace. She was raised to be a weapon, and out of spite, she chose to Love.

During her time being raised in Garlean rule, Jhora had the expectation of being a powerful catalyst for aetherial alterations to create the 'perfect being'. A method in which humanity can achieve strength without the failures of Hypertuning. The details of these experiments were lost with the scientists, however what was clear were the methods they went, and the lows they dug to achieve their masterpiece.When she was still developing, much of her body was already altered and injected with experimental chemicals to further enhance her body to allow the flow of Aether to slowly burn itself into familiarity with Jhora's form. This method was slow, and agonizing, as rushing the process would result in the same aforementioned failures. The end result was a woman that can endure any temperature, and trade blows with machina during her physical training, at the ironic cost of being sensitive to the most gentle of touch, even certain clothing.[Trigger Warning Here]The Mad Men and Women of the science division that kept the project going were some of the most depraved individuals cursed with brilliant minds. They believed that the properties which brought their perfect vessel were genetic. As a result, for a time, Jhora was pacified and was made to surrender herself to one of the more known Doman brothels. It was this time that was the worst, but also the most important period of Jhora's life.Even while drugged by her infused collar, her senses and emotions dulled by it all, it was not the many hands and bodies atop her that stuck with her after her stupor, it was her subconscious kindness to the other working women. Even after much of her torture and abuse, she still had a soul for kindness. Her attempts of reproducing her genes in the name of cruel science would be for naught, for when scientists learned that the experiments on her body caused her to no longer bare children, (or reproduce them after a particular surgery), the lack of a future family burned Jhora to the core, but she still had her spirit, no matter how much they tried to break it.By the time Doma was attacked by the Alliance, Jhora had made a name for herself as the Scar-Woven Maiden of the Night, and had gotten used to her tyrants' drugs, despite her now-increased libido. Her trust and dominance over the citizens and soldiers of Doma allowed for a scar of Jhora's own making in the city, thus paving alternative way to freedom for many, and vengeance for the crimson haired 'perfect being'.Nowadays, Jhora has earned Kugane Nobility for her heroism and bravery during and after the Rebellion, and now holds sway of a Garlean Mansion whomst it's previous master abandoned, leaving the Warrior rest with her own affairs, both Noble, and Wicked, but deep down, she is always ready to do good amidst a sea of dark.