My mother, was Xaela, my father of Doma, and no one liked it all to well. I was born twenty summer cycles ago on the Azim Steppe. Khenbish is my tribe even if they do not see me as their equal, tainted they called me not pure of will, among other unsavory things. Despite this I tried, The Great Moon knows I did. That didn't change much though so often would Father return to our yurt battered and beaten, how many more times would they want him to prove his worth? This is when I decided to fight in his stead, no more would they hurt him they would need to contend with the likes of my blades. Of course Mother would fret and worry, saying I was better suited to just herd sheep and keep quiet. I was never soft spoken. Many moons did pass as I trained, Every time Father returned home wounded once more, was a night I toiled away at my craft till The Great Skyfire did rise. Despite my training still they taunted, even went so far as to try and marry me off to the first buffoon they could find, and then when I refused him another in his stead, they wanted me forsake the warrior's path, Mother suggested we join the Malaguld, a choice, I knew would be wise but not brave, and I wanted them to know I was a capable member of our tribe. Much to her dismay Father agreed and training resumed. Going so far as to participate in The Great Moon Mother Festival. Ahktun would be my event, where members of the tribe usually men, would be slick with sheep fat and attempt to bring one another down by sheer force of will and strength I beat three men five times my size before being bested. Nadaam was close at hand by this time, and mother begged me not to participate, but I refused to listen. As they sprinkled the sands and the sigil did glow, my body became taunt with anticipation. Fervently I rode my Yol into battle all I could see were how many times I was looked down upon, how many times I had been seen as less than which only served to hasten my resolve. As I fought and tore down foe after foe, I could feel the bitter traitorous sting of tears as they cascaded down the sides of my face. I did not win glory for the Khenbish but I did gain their respect and in turn so did my Father. After about a year or so I decided to cast my lot into exploring the world outside of the Steppe, Father had told me of pirates living at the Ruby Sea and it was there that my life truly began.

Upon arriving to the Ruby Sea I met several members of the Confederacy who, spoke wonders of their leader, something I did notice was all of them were men, and after speaking to them, it was highly unlikely I would ever join their clan, which to be frank I cared very little about, what did bother me the most was how women were perceived in this world, I was not made to be soft, I was created wickedly and loudly. I demanded to speak to Rasho and his Second Tansui, when I expressed my desire to command my own crew, they both cackled at me, saying women onboard were bad luck. Which struck a nerve rightly so, standing fully despite my diminutive stature I challenged him to bring ten of his best and fiercest men and if I defeated them all he would allow me to commandeer my own vessel and allow me to recruit men and women to my worthy cause. A glare was all I received but a deal was struck. Needless to say winning was not mine so easily, and after what felt like years fighting I earned my ship and provincial waters and island settlements in which I could conduct my affairs, time passed quickly after gaining a crew, as we stole four more ships, the name Cutthroat Khenbish became my moniker, because despite not being present in each of my ships, you betray me well, the moniker says it all. I was at the helm of a small fleet, and word of mine and my crews deeds began to circulate, some thought it foolhardy to follow a woman, a savage as some Imperials fondly referred to me as none of it mattered, my life was my own. Of course there were plenty of times we faced what was thought to be certain doom but prevail did we always. Except maybe that time with a Sea Witch borne of malice in the deep waters of the Ruby Sea, or perhaps the time we were a little cursed because Cardgeihm couldn't keep his giant mitts off some ill-fated gold coins. Which belonged to the Sea Witch. She is a constant thorn at my side. There was also the time we nearly lost two ships because a large creature of the deep chose to snack on my crew. Lest we forget there was also the incident of Cardia when I let a crewmate run it for me and upon my return six months later everyone was a drunken mess, affairs were in arrears and we had even been plundered. Time had passed and before I realized I now commanded thirteen vessels, that is until we reached Lominsan waters and Admiral Merlwyb Bloefhiswyn caught wind of us, despite having fought long and hard with her Maelstorm army we were defeated and sentenced to join their ranks and serve under her. I was allowed to keep only part of the Gil I'd amassed from pirating, life's not so bad, but soon as my sentence is up, I'll be looking for fairer waters. Now I am just content on finding what coin I can and getting through my Maelstorm years.