Arcian Martell

Arcian Martell
Gender	Female
Race	Hyur
Clan	Highlander
Citizenship	Ala Mhigan, technically speaking.
Age	25
Occupation	Sellsword/walking blunt instrument
Orientation	Homosexual
Relatives	Egilhard Martell (Father) Sieglinde "Redhands" Martell (Mother, deceased) Ragnhild Richter (Sister) Gerlach Richter (Brother-in-law) Eydis Richter (Niece) Lothar Richter (Nephew) Asta Martell (Sister) Solveig Martell (Sister, estranged)

Note: As always, this page is a perpetual work in progress and I will finish actually adding stuff in the morning when my brain is no longer shooting off sparks when I try to write.

"What, you want something witty? From me? Think you're asking the wrong person."

Basic Info

Under construction.

Appearance

At six fulms and four ilms in height, Arcian cuts an imposing figure even by the standards of her fellow Highlanders. While not able to compete with a Roegadyn for sheer size, she has the build of an athlete, all broad shoulders and well-defined muscle. Hers is a strong-featured face, with a slightly square jawline, generous lips, and a nose that has obviously been broken at least once. Shaggy blonde hair frames her face, usually tousled by wind and swift movement. Her eyes are frosty blue, like glacier ice, though not preternaturally piercing as the color might suggest. She is somewhat androgynous in appearance, and has been mistaken for a young man more often than she'd care to admit.

For the most part, she eschews armor, barring light leathers. Arcian's preferences run to loose shirts and trousers, favoring mobility over protection. Though not overly concerned with appearances, she does make one concession to vanity; her earlobes are pierced, usually with a pair of silver studs or small rings.

Physical Appearance

■ Build: Athletic, with defined musculature. ■ Height: Six fulms, four ilms. ■ Weight: Roughly two hundred ponz. ■ Skin tone: Reasonably fair for a Highlander.

■ Hair Color: Golden blonde. ■ Hair Style: Frequently tied back in a ponytail or, more rarely, hanging loose around her shoulders. ■ Eye Color: Blue. ■ Voice: Midrange, occasionally sliding down into gruffness.

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Tendencies

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Dislikes ■ Morbols ■ Arrogance and the condescension towards her it begets ■ Oathbreakers and traitors ■ Being given orders by anyone she sees as unqualified ■ Firearms

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Biography

After the Calamity

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Present Day

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Rumors Anyone whom Arcian has interacted with may feel free to add a rumor under PC rumors if they are so inclined. ◢ Common Rumors (Easily overheard) ■ "Wait, that's a woman?" ■ "She comes into the Bismarck once a cycle with a scholarly sort of fellow. He looks twice her age; I have to wonder what she's up to with him." ■ "Oh, that one? I suppose she's decent enough. Polite, for a Highlander. Not like those thugs in Pearl Lane." ■ "Twelve, look at her. Big as an ogre and probably about as smart." ◢ Moderate Rumors (Moderately difficult to overhear) ■ "Say, isn't that Martell? I bet on her once, when she used to fight in the ring; she punched a Duskwight so hard in the first round, he blacked out and dropped like a sack of popotoes. Won me a few hundred gil that night." ■ "Aye, we used to see Egilhard and his brood in Hawkers' Alley every so often about eight, nine cycles ago. Now it's just him. Guess his girls grew up and moved on, but what happened to his wife?" ◢ Rare Rumors (Very difficult or rarely overheard) ■ "Used to be that one was always spoiling for a fight. A real hellion when she was young, you get me? But she went away to gods-know-where near seven cycles ago, and when she came back after the Calamity...she'd changed. Got calmer - less likely to lock horns. Something must've happened to her, but hells if I know what." ■ "M'friend N'galzeh pierced her ears for her when she came back to Limsa. He looked fit to piss himself after she left; said it was the way she looked at him, like there'us summat under the surface trying not to explode. But eh, he's fulla shite like that normally, the dramatic little bastard. Y'know how it is with Miqo'te." ■ "I ran into her out near Summerford while some Yellowjackets were doing target practice. You should've seen her when the first volley of rifles went off; she flinched and tried to pass it off as nothing. Weird shite." ■ "Who th' hells told ye to ask about her? Little birdie flutter down on yer shoulder and go, "Gee, lassie, sure'd be nice if'n ye went and asked ol' Zwynskaet about his Mhigan friend!" 'Cause if'n I see yon little birdie, I'll shoot it out the soddin' sky for fillin' yer head wi' that shite. Don't fuckin' ask, y'hear me? None a' yer business. Now go on, piss off." ◢ PC Rumors (Rumors from the characters of other players) ■ "She likes to say she's not a good fighter, but I saw her knock somebody out with their own helmet. She's quick, and brutally efficient. Wouldn't see it coming from someone so friendly." " - Striding Oak ■ "I actually feel sorry for anyone who has to deal with her fists. Anyone stupid enough to enrage her definitely deserves a swift order of uh, what's the phrase...'Knuckle Sandwich?'" - Septhaja Hellebore ■ "She has proven to be a reliable ally and has been friendlier than many I have met during my travels. I hear she is quite the skilled combatant though she is wise enough to stay her hand and avoid picking fights where none are needed." -Graeham Ridgefield

Relations ♥ Romantic Interest ♥ Platonic Love ● Good Standing ● Poor Standing ♥ Brave Horizon : ♥ Septhaja Hellebore : ♥ Brynhilde Wulf : ♥ Bertrand Irons : ♥ Reima Awen : ● Chip Wayman : ● Juleaux Dufresne : ● Eliane Dufresne : ● Striding Oak : ● Graeham Ridgefield : ● Dartanon Nobis : ● Reiner Dorn : ● Kiera Hawkeye : ● Micah True : ● Zwynskaet Waekahtynsyn (NPC) :

Roleplaying Connections

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Footnotes

Original template by Bancroft Gairn, using modifications from an older version of that template as seen on the page for Valerie Vaulefort, and totally borrowed from Reima Awen with her permission.