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'''Hair:''' Kitaline’s short red hair is dyed blonde at the tips and partially pulled into a braid in the back. | '''Hair:''' Kitaline’s short red hair is dyed blonde at the tips and partially pulled into a braid in the back. | ||
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| + | '''Voice:''' Kitaline speaks with a slight Lominsan accent that she tries to suppress when among all but her closest of friends. | ||
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| − | === | + | === Kitaline's Diary (Post Dalamud) === |
| − | + | “It was like trying to watch a seagull flying in front of the sun…” | |
| − | + | Baderon’s words bounced around in my mind like an echo but instead of fading away the words seemed to ring louder with each reverberation. Just by looking at the old salt you wouldn’t think he was capable of coming up with a poetic metaphor like that, but sometimes people have a way of surprising you. Maybe he sticks that gargantuan nose of his into an old book when he isn’t busy shuffling green adventurers on to their next menial task; maybe it was just a lyric he picked up from a bard passing through the Drowning Wench; maybe the man just had a way with words no matter how poorly he pronounced them. But as surprising as I found the old barkeep’s silver tongue, I was even more astonished at how he seemed to unwittingly describe my current situation without being privy to any of the details. | |
| − | + | Several days ago, I had washed up on the shore near Costa del Sol and a fisherman named Yzpiro Gapiro had found me lying semi-conscious on a bed of seashells and beached Aurelia corpses. He pulled me into the shade, kept me hydrated by squeezing fresh oranges into my mouth and stayed with me until I finally became lucid. He asked me if I had been shipwrecked and if there were other potential survivors that needed to be tended to. I replied that – to my knowledge – I had not been traveling by ship and that he was unlikely to find anyone else on the beach but me. He then inquired as to what I was doing lying face down in the sand and I felt rather ashamed that I didn’t have an answer. Truth be told, I didn’t know much more than my name at that point. He gave a hearty laugh at my puzzled expression and suggested that I had had too much ale the night before and that I wasn’t the first youngster he had helped find their way back home after a raucous party. Unable to confirm or deny his conjecture, I chuckled nervously and decided to follow him back to his shack to “sober up and dry off.” | |
| − | + | I had desperately hoped Yzpiro would be proven right, that little by little fragments of a wild night would come flooding back to my memory and I would suddenly remember what the hells I was doing in Costa del Sol. I had had all the telltale signs of having consumed too much drink: a pounding in my temples, a painful sensitivity to light, an unexplained tattoo that I have no recollection of acquiring… Everything seemed to indicate that Yzpiro’s suggestion was true, yet the more I waited on my memories to return the more I suspected that they would never come. I felt like I was sitting in the surf waiting for a message in a bottle that may not even exist. My ruminations on my past were fruitless, yielding no result other than frustration and wasted time. Whenever I closed my eyes and attempted to envision anything before waking up on the sands of La Noscea all I could see was a dark silhouette surrounded by a brilliant white light. Indiscernible shadows and a radiant glare, that was all. It was like…well…it was like trying to watch a seagull flying against the sun… | |
| − | + | Up until the moment I heard Baderon use that expression, I had been listening to his elegies and praises of the so-called “Warriors o’ Light” with casual indifference. I hadn’t come to be lectured on the Grand Alliance’s military exploits; I came to see if he could find me a job that offered enough gil to repay Yzpiro for aiding me during my convalescence. But that one line pricked my ear and for the first time in that conversation my attention was fully his. | |
| − | ( | + | (More to come) |
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| − | === Combat Ability === | + | === Combat Ability/Profession === |
| − | Kitaline is a jack-of-all-trades, master of only one. While equally proficient in hand-to-hand combat and swords, she truly shines in the role of healer. She has studied the arts of Conjury during her sojourn in Gridania and looks forward to learning the way of the rumored Scholar. | + | Kitaline is a jack-of-all-trades, master of only one. While equally proficient in hand-to-hand combat and swords, she truly shines in the role of healer. She has studied the arts of Conjury during her sojourn in Gridania and looks forward to learning the way of the rumored Scholar. She has a broad range of tertiary skills such as mining, botany, leatherworking, and archery, none of which have been studied beyond a cursory exploration. |
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* Radiant Souls | * Radiant Souls | ||
* Condottiere | * Condottiere | ||
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| + | '''Guild Membership''' | ||
| + | * Conjurers' Guild, Stillglade Fane | ||
| + | * Pugilists' Guild, Platinum Mirage | ||
| + | * Culinarians' Guild, The Bismarck | ||
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Latest revision as of 18:36, 25 August 2013
 Kitaline Eversong
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| Gender | Female |
| Race | Hyur |
| Clan | Midlander |
| Citizenship | Limsa Lominsa |
| Age | 26 |
| Guardian | Thaliak, the Scholar |
| Marital Status | Single |
| Occupation | Waitress, the Quicksand |
| Nameday | 15th Sun of the 3rd Astral Moon |
Contents
Appearance
Height: 5 fulms, 5 ilms
Weight: 139 ponz
Body Type: Athletic
Hair: Kitaline’s short red hair is dyed blonde at the tips and partially pulled into a braid in the back.
Eyes: Sea green.
Personality
Voice: Kitaline speaks with a slight Lominsan accent that she tries to suppress when among all but her closest of friends.
Kitaline's Diary (Post Dalamud)
“It was like trying to watch a seagull flying in front of the sun…”
Baderon’s words bounced around in my mind like an echo but instead of fading away the words seemed to ring louder with each reverberation. Just by looking at the old salt you wouldn’t think he was capable of coming up with a poetic metaphor like that, but sometimes people have a way of surprising you. Maybe he sticks that gargantuan nose of his into an old book when he isn’t busy shuffling green adventurers on to their next menial task; maybe it was just a lyric he picked up from a bard passing through the Drowning Wench; maybe the man just had a way with words no matter how poorly he pronounced them. But as surprising as I found the old barkeep’s silver tongue, I was even more astonished at how he seemed to unwittingly describe my current situation without being privy to any of the details.
Several days ago, I had washed up on the shore near Costa del Sol and a fisherman named Yzpiro Gapiro had found me lying semi-conscious on a bed of seashells and beached Aurelia corpses. He pulled me into the shade, kept me hydrated by squeezing fresh oranges into my mouth and stayed with me until I finally became lucid. He asked me if I had been shipwrecked and if there were other potential survivors that needed to be tended to. I replied that – to my knowledge – I had not been traveling by ship and that he was unlikely to find anyone else on the beach but me. He then inquired as to what I was doing lying face down in the sand and I felt rather ashamed that I didn’t have an answer. Truth be told, I didn’t know much more than my name at that point. He gave a hearty laugh at my puzzled expression and suggested that I had had too much ale the night before and that I wasn’t the first youngster he had helped find their way back home after a raucous party. Unable to confirm or deny his conjecture, I chuckled nervously and decided to follow him back to his shack to “sober up and dry off.”
I had desperately hoped Yzpiro would be proven right, that little by little fragments of a wild night would come flooding back to my memory and I would suddenly remember what the hells I was doing in Costa del Sol. I had had all the telltale signs of having consumed too much drink: a pounding in my temples, a painful sensitivity to light, an unexplained tattoo that I have no recollection of acquiring… Everything seemed to indicate that Yzpiro’s suggestion was true, yet the more I waited on my memories to return the more I suspected that they would never come. I felt like I was sitting in the surf waiting for a message in a bottle that may not even exist. My ruminations on my past were fruitless, yielding no result other than frustration and wasted time. Whenever I closed my eyes and attempted to envision anything before waking up on the sands of La Noscea all I could see was a dark silhouette surrounded by a brilliant white light. Indiscernible shadows and a radiant glare, that was all. It was like…well…it was like trying to watch a seagull flying against the sun…
Up until the moment I heard Baderon use that expression, I had been listening to his elegies and praises of the so-called “Warriors o’ Light” with casual indifference. I hadn’t come to be lectured on the Grand Alliance’s military exploits; I came to see if he could find me a job that offered enough gil to repay Yzpiro for aiding me during my convalescence. But that one line pricked my ear and for the first time in that conversation my attention was fully his.
(More to come)
Combat Ability/Profession
Kitaline is a jack-of-all-trades, master of only one. While equally proficient in hand-to-hand combat and swords, she truly shines in the role of healer. She has studied the arts of Conjury during her sojourn in Gridania and looks forward to learning the way of the rumored Scholar. She has a broad range of tertiary skills such as mining, botany, leatherworking, and archery, none of which have been studied beyond a cursory exploration.
Affiliations
Grand Company:
- The Maelstrom, Storm Sergeant First Class
Linkshells:
- Radiant Souls
- Condottiere
Guild Membership
- Conjurers' Guild, Stillglade Fane
- Pugilists' Guild, Platinum Mirage
- Culinarians' Guild, The Bismarck
Other Notes
I'm new to RP, but this seemed like something I would really enjoy! I'm on the Excalibur server at the moment, but will probably make a move after launch. Además de inglés, hablo español colombiano. Je parle un peu de français aussi.
