Ludivine Goultard
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| Gender | Female |
| Race | Elezen |
| Clan | Duskwight |
| Citizenship | Former Ul'dahn citizen |
| Age | 28 |
| Marital Status | Taken |
| Occupation | Business Manager |
| Height/Weight | 6'2" / 184 lbs |
| Orientation | Pansexual |
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Ludivine Goultard (pronounced /ˈLud-iv-een Gool-tard/) (15th Sun of the 5th Umbral Moon (November 15)) is a Duskwight from the mountainous region west of La Noscea. During her teens she traveled east, reaching La Noscea and Limsa Lominsa. Not long after, she made her way to Ul'dah, trying to scrape together what living she could from the life of a refugee. What happened once she managed to get inside the city walls, was...
(Anything you read in her timeline is spoiler alert, so don't scroll down if you'd rather find out for yourself.)
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Basic Info
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Appearance & Personality
- Ludivine's appearance has gone through several 'phases', though she more often than not chooses a reserved style of clothing - not showing too much skin, and not being particularly suited for battle. Currently, she enjoys wearing long sleeved shirts, as well as plain trousers and boots. Her hairstyle changes often, though it remains as white as it was at her birth. She wears very little jewelry or fashion accessories, preferring function over fashion.
- Most easily described as polite, Ludivine's voice and manner of speaking is gentle and refined. She very rarely swears, or makes any form of expression. More often than not, she sounds as if she knows more than she lets on in conversation, which is most likely true, given her propensity for following rumours and gossip. Very few people would be able to detect the trace of an accent, as her native tongue is Eorzean, if only from her secluded homeland.
Biography
Childhood (1550-1564)
- Ludivine is born to her mother (Amandine) and father (Severin) in the mountains far west of La Noscea. Her parents are respected within the Duskwight community in the mountains as brave fighters, veterans of several skirmishes with other communities and in defense of their home, and their daughter grows up with great idolization for her parents, training to become as strong as they are. While growing up she had a fascination with birds, quietly watching the small and less predatory species as they made nests in the mountains. Though she loved much of her mountain life, it was often harsh and cold, but she remained friendly and amiable to those few others she spent her youth with. Ludivine had her sights set far from home, something which would cause a slight rift between her and her parents as she grew older, but once she was of age - at only thirteen - she left the mountains and made a year-long journey to Thanalan.
- The journey gave little difficulty to Ludivine, who survived in the wilds with basic hunting and tracking skills. She also carried a modest amount of gil on her, which allowed her some respite at towns and villages between the mountains and Thanalan, though she rarely spent any more than she needed. Though she became lonely at times, she remained light of heart, and made steady pace at all times, adapting to the different terrain easily. She reached the gates of Ul'dah shortly after a full year.
1564-1566
- In spite of her efforts, Ludivine was declined entry into the city. Even before the Calamity Duskwight were looked down on, and her age and appearance did little to persuade the city guards to allow her entry. Undeterred though, she made the desert her home for the next two years, living with refugees and other outcasts as she slowly built up her sword skills and wealth.
- Under the blistering sun, Ludivine became a strong warrior, even at the age of sixteen. Her determination would gain her the notice of the Brass Blades and Immortal Flames, whom she fought alongside on occasion in protecting the land. With their interest and the small fortune Ludivine managed to accrue, she was finally permitted entry into the city, and left her temporary home of the desert behind her.
1566 - 1570
- Ludivine took the opportunity to win further favour with the Immortal Flames by acting as an inner-city messenger for a short while, and through building up connections with a few officers, was happy to be sworn into oath when the chance came. Starting at the lowest rank (as all new recruits did), her duties were simple and often involved nothing more than tending to disturbances reported by paranoid merchants.
- Over four years she grew in rank and reputation, though she still had a youthful naivety that meant she was rarely taken seriously by her peers. To compound this, the severe racism that plagued her meant that superiors were often unwilling to promote her, even if they had personal sympathy. In four years of hard service she achieved what most would do in two.
1570 - 1572
- Though it took a long time, Ludivine was eventually trusted to lead her own group of recruits - on the front line defenses at Southern Thanalan. This was given for her to both escape the prejudice of the city and for her to use her strength somewhere in need of dire assistance, a small gift from a kindly commanding officer in the ranks. She took what little belongings she had from the city and essentially disappeared from most records, settling into routine patrols and watches around Little Ala Mhigo.
- The humidity and driving force of the sun were nothing new to Ludivine, who embraced the opportunity to prove her worth again, this time to the locals of Little Ala Mhigo. The refugees there were far more receptive than the city-dwellers and Immortal Flame comrades-in-arms, and for once Ludivine felt content in her position, becoming lax and far less eager to earn promotions and move on to bigger and better things. She remained in defense of the settlement for just over two years, before the fateful patrol that would take everything from her.
1572 - 1575
- While Ludivine became more and more cheerful and happy with her leadership responsibilities, her swordplay grew in strength and versatility, often saving Little Ala Mhigo by an ilm from Amalj'aa raids. While this won the hearts of the settlers, it earned her discontent and spite from her recruits, and infamy within the Amalj'aa ranks. Both came to a head when her patrol was ambushed on the outskirts of Zanar'ak.
- Ludivine fought valiantly, drawing every onze of her strength to fight, but she was weighed back by defending recruits and the seemingly endless numbers of Amalj'aa determined to bring her low. As the fight drew to its close, only Ludivine and two recruits were left. Faced with the possibility of death or tempering, Ludivine's two subordinates turned against her, restraining her in her fatigue and shouting surrender and bargaining pleas. While loathe to leave any survivors, the leader of the Amalj'aa faction took great joy at the chance to take Ludivine for himself. Allowing the two men to escape, the Amalj'aa warleader restrained Ludivine and raped her against the sands, taking her innocence without a moment's hesitation. After thoroughly defiling her, the Amalj'aa retreated to their homelands with Ludivine, chaining and caging her for their own use.
- She remained defiant for the first year, but the physical and psychological abuse slowly eroded her mind. Hallucinations became more frequent, and the brief times she was conscious she was forced into slavery or beatings for the Amalj'aa's pleasure. The whole of the second year was a mix of dreams and madness, Ludivine barely aware of the world around her. In spite of her maltreatment, she was given enough food and sustenance to live, but barely more than that. The Amalj'aa had no plans to surrender their prize.
- The third year brought a new clarity to Ludivine. She awoke from the fogged mind a new person, all life and joy taken from her. She began plotting, studying everything about every Amalj'aa, every war-beast and every routine she could. In a mix of lies and deception she twisted a confusion between several high-ranking Amalj'aa who wanted her for themselves. In the chaos that followed, she slipped her bonds and escaped into the wilds. Though pursued, she evaded all Amalj'aa on her trail - their war-beasts unable to track her as her smell was so poisoned by Amalj'aa scents and other hideous fluids, and made her way back to Little Ala Mhigo, where she was taken in and given protection and cleaned enough to make her seem Elezen again. Staying no longer than she needed, she took leave of the settlement and aimed for Ul'dah. She felt no purpose in life any more, though she knew a reckoning was nigh.
1575 - Present (Pre-Free Wing company)
- Shambling forward from the settlement of Little Ala Mhigo as soon as she woke from passing out in the locals' care, Ludivine pointed herself towards Ul'dah and started walking. The Duskwight didn't last very long on the meager amount of food and water that was guided into her unconscious body, and tumbled down one of the steep cliffs on the road to the city-state as her feet lost their grip. Landing at the bottom in a broken and bloody mess, she clawed her way towards the outline of Ul'dah in the distance; voices whispered to her as she pulled herself along by a single hand, promises of strength and the power to push aside anything that got in her way - she croaked out in a voice that hadn't spoken for years. "Yes."
- Ludivine didn't know what she had agreed to, or where her new power had come from, but she was able to walk again, and felt a strange surge in her step. As she climbed the steep bush-land and pulled her way up by trees and weeds that grew along the cliff face, her anger and hatred built more and more, fueled by something stronger now. At the top, Ludivine could see the city-state once more in clear view, only taking her eyes off the shape to bend double and catch her breath. In that time, despite her being stationary and clear to anyone who would've been approaching, she was knocked aside by a merchant riding a chocobo carriage towards Ul'dah. The Highlander berated her for blocking the path, and for being a Duskwight, and several other things that Ludivine didn't hear. Her head thumping and cut from being knocked down, after all the effort of falling and climbing back up again, she snapped. Thinking only of tearing every part of the merchant apart, the Elezen was surprised to find she was actually capable of it - strange chains and daggers materializing from nothing but her will. She felt happy: happy at this power, and the bloody mess she made of the man and his chocobos. The chains faded as soon as she was tired of ripping at the dead flesh, and she turned towards the city-state again, almost giggling with anticipation.
- "Patience, patience." She told herself. She knew she would never find the men who betrayed her if she were to wage a war against the city-state. They would flee, like everyone else, and she would never see them again. She needed information, and to be sure - sure of where they were, and sure of how to make them feel the most pain. Ludivine approached the gates of Ul'dah, just like how she had as a teenager. She tried to communicate, but her voice was still broken and dry, unable to remember the way to make words - she was quickly turned away by the guard, taking her for just another savage outlander. The Elezen turned away, realising there was much she needed to learn (speech being one of the things) and remembered the way she had earned passage in the past. The Duskwight took on the most dangerous work, and began to learn that praying on the wealthy and innocent was just as quick as taking jobs from them. She killed whatever held money, crossed her, attacked her, and as the days continued, anything that went near her. The haunted depths of Cutters Cry proved just enough to provide the gil and treasure she needed to buy entry into Ul'dah - her killings around the tunnels adding to the whispers of danger that smallfolk passed around. The Elezen's brutal attacks were thought of as nothing more than the acts of the beasts that dwelled within.
- The streets of Ul'dah were as the Duskwight remembered them: rife with corruption and abuse of power, only this time Ludivine could see them clearly, no longer blinded by the naivety of her youth. She lost the proud and graceful speech she had once called her own, taking on rough, lazy mannerisms and colloquialisms. As she thought more and more, she began to hate her younger self, despise the fact she was once such an idealistic brat; the Elezen started to believe more and more that she had just faked her optimism all those years ago to avoid feeling the pain of being hated. Whether that was true, or Ludivine's mind was so twisted by self-loathing, nobody else could say.
- She never slept, though she often faked it. The Duskwight would kill any time her anger hit boiling point, and at this stage it was so far developed that even the most innocent of encounters would drive her into a fury. Even though she had changed drastically, she retained the intelligence of her younger days, and quickly recovered her forgotten skills of reading and writing, as well as an understanding of contemporary arts and politics. She was able to recognise when she could kill and not get caught, and when she needed to suck up the punishment to avoid detection - though this often led to her creating elaborate schemes to hurt her victims in mental attacks instead of physical. Though she learned that she enjoyed the killing, she never killed to pass the time (or for gil), instead working to further her connections within the city-state so that she might gain access to records of high society that might lead her to the people she hunted. She made so-called friends, betrayed them when she needed, took random jobs, killed anyone that did anything to make her angry, and always lived in the alleyways and streets, ever prowling.
(... Backstory RP currently in progress, will update as it continues.)
Miscellaneous
Some of these rumors are untrue or are greatly exaggerated. Please feel free to add your own rumors under PC! ◢ Common Rumors (Easily overheard)
◢ Moderate Rumors (Moderately difficult to overhear)
◢ Rare Rumors (Very difficult or rarely overheard)
◢ PC Rumors (Rumors from the character's of other players)
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Gallery
Cassandra kissing Ludivine.
"Tea? Or... Death?"
Ludivine's mother.
Portrait.
Footnotes
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