“What does my name mean?”
“It means something that burns bright.”‘Koh Moshan’ is not the Miqo’te’s true name, but it’s not something that matters in the grand scheme of things.Koh was born in Gridania to two parents who wanted nothing more than to see their child thrive and never be left wanting anything. The two of them were artisans and could provide well enough. As such their father taught them how to read and how to write, and for a time encouraged the curious and bright mind that the child had for the outdoors. Their mother taught them the wonders of carpentry and fostered in them a love of botany. For a time things were idyllic, till Koh came home one day a little older and ever so more determined to be a Wood Wailer during their Lancer training. It seemed right to finally set up a marriage for the of-age-Miqo’te.At 17 summers old Koh left wanting to escape with their freedom intact, taking with them what little experience and combat training they had and managed to make it to Ul’dah. Lance was traded for a sword and shield to protect caravans along the roads. It was hard work, but even harder inside the city after a year of finally trying to make it inside. Running around as a courier some days had its ups and downs and once being of age Koh offered what little botany services they had to pleasure houses. In exchange the Miqo’te had a permanent place to sleep at and heard stories that the courtesans would tell during breaks.Koh’s wanderings during their days off led them to the Thaumaturges’ Guild and that was that. Koh found a calling for magicks that let them travel past Ul’dah and they were determined to reach new heights. During those younger years, Koh was a terrifying sight to behold fighting recklessly and dancing with death almost daily. But upon donning the black robes, something in them changed. No one but they could say if it was for better or worse, but the Miqo’te changed in demeanor; their voice was as soft as a whisper and took great care in making sure to conceal themselves.Nowadays Koh can be found traveling, picking up new hobbies like fishing and alchemy, and still practicing with their lance and as of recently a greatsword. They dream of one day owning a house in Ishgard, ‘I like the cold’ is as good a reason as any.

RP HOOKS
^{what adventures will await?}"Can you taste this for me?"
Koh needs a guinea pig for her latest hobby, cooking. Best be honest about it, or not. After all, it's not everyday a sellsword(staff) stops you in the middle of a street to taste their cooking."Fish, fish, fish..."
A fisherwoman dressed in blues and a straw hat sits down and hums softly by a body of water, carefree and simply fishing. Scars are on her face and there's something in the way she carries herself, but the greatsword by her side really takes the cake. The mystifying spell breaks when she reels in the fish and smacks you in the face with it. Is she laughing at you?long term rp
A Mage and The Knight
It was a name that Momodi remembered from some time ago, and seeing the name come back after all these years certainly was a surprise. Koh Moshan, a thaumaturge if memory served right who lived in Ul'dah for a while, was looking for protection. Details were sparse, for good reasons, and it wasn't a job Momodi would casually mention. For whatever reason she told you about it and swore you to secrecy. Why would a thaumaturge want protection?