Lsael Elswer
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A black-clad woman stands against the far wall, away from the limelight and din of her fellow patrons. With a half finished ale on hand and an unmarked tome on the other, she peers up occasionally to give the establishment a sweeping glance. You watch her remain ever so quiet and observant, but a fleeting lock of eyes glance offers chance meeting between the two of you. Crimson and yellow beads locked in a distant gaze between you and her, only to pry away as swiftly as you met. Returning to the book that had preoccupied her. A quick scan has her posture speak for herself. At half a head taller than most women of her race, she still doesn't stand out. Her expression had hints of decisiveness, or was it just the varying tools ladened on her belt and the large firearm slung around her back. Imposing... but oddly curt as she stands far from the foreground, uninterested by those around her. With so many people coming and going, not a single soul stopped to give her a passing glance. Yet the woman paid it no mind. Rather, she seemed to prefer it that way. Despite this you find yourself approaching this odd xaela. You feel an odd wave of curiosity. Mayhap your imagination playing tricks on you? Each step closer to her vicinity, and you find yourself stealing more glances than you should. Whilst the common eye would see a lazed mercenary having a drink in the corner... you yourself sense not a single hint of intimidation about her. Clearly, you understand why most of the patrons avoid her, yet you can't help but stride ever closer. While your curiosity guides your feet off the beaten path, the woman continues to sneak a glance to watch the din of the crowd. Looking out into the bustling bar without so much a hint of happiness nor resentment. Her head veers at the pink voidsent which hovered nearby, sometimes scowling. Yet while the xaela remains invisible beyond the crowd, your presence has been noted. You feel her sharp gaze turning back to you once more. Heralding your arrival with what appeared to be slight annoyance. She briefly pauses before speaking up. She spoke simply and concise, her tone was subtle and with purpose. With what her lips would not convey, her eyes would carry on, as she meets you with an indifferent yet respectful expression. Her words swept up from under like a ripple against the wave of conversations happening around you. But this time, your focus seems much clearer. As if the inaudible ringing in your head had just ceased to deafen you, your perception reinvigorated as the sounds of the crowd begin to muffle out from your view. With the xaela's overarching attention has now focused sharply onto yourself, you stand at a slight loss for words before introducing yourself. Not realizing the woman had already spoken up first, now somewhat irritated as she drops her tome and repeats herself to you a second time.
"I said, can I help you?"
Lsael Elswer (Pronunciation: /Leh-Sail Else-Wher/)
How does one spend their "Happily Ever After?" All throughout her life, this woman had clawed her way up from a world that shows no mercy to lonesome little girls. Yet even whilst trudging through some of the darkest days in her past, this lonesome Lsael often looked enviously up at the sky. Watching the birds flock overhead, the occasional airship flying past and the stars that shimmered from above and beyond. Something that seemed almost unreachable at the time... That sense of freedom in its purest form. It felt like nothing more than a distant dream. So when this wanderlust sell-sword found herself with a substantial amount of gil. After years of scraping to get by and simply reading about her would-be fantasies. It came as no surprise how, instead of a sword, she armed herself with wings. Taking the opportunity to a buy herself new manacutter. A manacutter which she would eventually modify throughout her days, growing into her very own airship cruiser. And like the world that left her behind, The pilot would start her engine with the same cold determination. Not once did she look back on her choice.
As self-taught tinkerer and repurposer of war machina. A lone wanderer traverses the world by airship. Working as a skilled pilot, mechanic, and even smuggler with the right amount of gil. Her histoy welded against the hull of her ship, modifying and improving upon each iteration as she travels. Her past trailing her footsteps with a trail of books, a boundless collection growing ever more. Casting aside her sword, her shield, Lsael had left the burdens of her past as she took up a life in the skies. If you between two lives; One of comfort and stability, with friends and loved ones to stand by your side until your final days. Or that of a lone rode, tasked to spend the rest of your days. Flying high above the clouds with nobody by your side, freedom in it's purest form. Which would you choose?
For someone like Lsael, the answer was obvious. Enough so that she'll fight tooth and scale to keep it that way.
Lsael is a young adult Xaela appearing around her mid-to-late twenties. Standing slightly taller than most women of her race, Lsael last checked herself at just above 5 fulms 7 ilms, which is noticeably taller than the average female Au Ra, but just shy of the average Midlander. She sports a lithe, well balanced, athletic figure having ran around in plate mail for most of her younger days. Her younger jagged physique slowly smoothening to her current curvacious shape now having left that lifestyle behind. Her natural fair-skin is accented by dark purplish scales.
Lsael has short black hair with faint red highlights, too dark to make it out unless you were standing within arm's lenght. Preferring to keep her hair short, it'll occasionally grow out thanks to her general indifference. But poor maintenance only sees it grow so long and her frustrations would have Lsael quickly reach for a pair of scizzors once more. Most often her bangs would grow long enough to cover parts of her face. A habit she hadn't minded when she started as a sell-sword gladiator, as glamour wasn't as important to a young Lsael having hidden herself beneath reinforced plate helmets. Once in a blue moon however, she may grow it out long enough to warrant a pony tail. In which any stray comment or compliment would promptly force the self-conscious xaela's hand to shorten it once more.
Lsael also has heterochromatic eyes. Her left eye is what she describes as her natural crimson red. And her right eye, more recently changed, is a bright crystal yellow. An oddly familiar tone with her right eye... Still, both are enclosed enclosed within black limbal rings which are her natural born trait.
She has few but notable scars on her body. A large, deep scar on her lower-right side of her waist, curving downwards through her thigh. A near-fatal wound practically carved into her leg. Another is a piercing-like scar on her upper right-shoulder visible from the front and back. Skewered by a spearman having ambushed her from her days as a sellsword. A light, healing scar still remains on her mid-waist. From the looks of it, an old but serious burning having been inflicted on her when she was young. It's almost completely healed, and the mark that remains is nearing the same colour tone as her skin. Several other smaller cuts and scratches litter her right arm, albiet nothing serious. With most of the smaller cuts having faded away from years of healing, only the large marks remain visible.
Growing up, most of her life was spent with long periods devoid of any meaningful social connections. Her refusal to admit to her own shyness, self-consciousness, combined with a surprisingly docile persona has made Lsael a very silent and reticent character. She's the type that could go for months on end without any sort of conversation, and be perfectly content with such a fate. Despite this seemingly lonesome persona, those who manage to catch her attention would find it difficult to describe her as asocial, brooding or gloomy.
In fact, Reservations aside, Lsael is quite adept in socializing and holding a conversation given a meaningful topic. Her pragmatism and practical approach in all topics of life lets her walk a fine line between a soft-spoken apathetic, to and rather curious individual. Often coming across as rude at the odd occasion. Insensitive, blunt, or politically incorrect. Lsael seems to have little care about the worldly ideals and politics unless such topics directly concerns herself. Her far and few acquaintances will note that xaela also remains oddly well mannered despite no formal sort of education or upbringing. Though stubborn in her ideals, as long as the addressor initiates a conversation with a degree of respect. That sense of respect and trust is easily reciprocated in turn.
On the topic of respect, she absolutely despises those who think they are above others. Blind racists, pretentious high-born, politicians and radical religious zealots alike. Having grown up with her own set of struggles, Lsael could easily relate to those less fortunate. Even giving away what little change she could afford if the feeling ever occurs to her. But that's not to say she's the most kind-hearted person around. Having lost hope in herself at one point. Lsael values the strong-willed, almost blindly tenacious sensibility which she helped her claw her way out of her old life. And so Lsael will often seek the same out of others. If introduced to a person who has given up with the struggles of life, expecting pity or empathy of their plight instead of confronting thier problems. Lsael won't find much value in their life whatsoever, and will not hesitate to leave them to their fate.
When faced with an unyielding aggressor however, one would note the still-watered brutality in which the xaela has learned to employ. Harsh lessons has taught Lsael what becomes of a lone girl in the losing end of a fight. And now, she addresses most problems with a preemptive aggressiveness that, at best, would be described as attempted manslaughter. If faced with continuous harassment after being promptly asked to leave her be, for example. Lsael will not hesitate to swing the hilt of her blade or put a bullet in their thigh with little given warning. Even more so if such a chance meeting would take place beyond city walls. Whatever action it takes to get her point across, Lsael is a woman of action. And she'd rather preffer to make her point loud and clear. (While on this note, she's on a low alert criminal list in Gridania for this very reason. Which is why she never frequents the city proper)
Trust, after all, is earned to some degree. Her pragmatism and social tendencies often leaves the xaela untrusting and wary of everyone she encounters. While Lsael does enjoy hooking up with the occasional stranger for a nightly romp inbetween cities. There isn't much hope for a romantic connection to be had with the woman. Lsael will often feign interest for the sake of enjoyment. After the deed, most partners often describe her as reserved or easily irritated, especially if she was approached for only sex in mind. This is also partially the reason why the au ra would only give up only her last name on a first impression. As Lsael prefers to keep her distance from strangers before she's gotten a hold of their true intentions. Her penchance for reading body language from afar is a skill mastered by only the most observant of travellers. Should the xaela casually hold another conversation with someone again at a later date, it would be seen as a small form of trust. For her, to even disclose any personal details would probably mean that she actually likes the person.
What little friends Lsael HAS come to trust however, would describe her at a radically different "tier" than her usual persona among strangers. Lsael is much as more talkative, akin to that of an unhinged older sister often explaining the circumstances in a chastising manner. Her tone changes shifts from a formal sense to rather casual dialogue, letting her limsan accent shine through the dialouge. They are treated to a rather a blunt and straight-forward way of thinking from Lsael. Her underlying sass and cynicisms is often divisive at best, showcasing her penchant for dark humour. Humour that, for others who don't know her as well, would find insulting to say the least. As Lsael doesn't shy from the truth of the conversation between friends. Often stating her opinion on the matter regardless of other's reaction or consequence. Whether this is charming or rude to her friends is dependent on the thickness of their skins. But one thing is for certain, the xaela stands through to her ideals. And even whilst she keeps certains bits of information to herself, close friends can quite confidently say that Lsael isn't the type to lie outright.
Outside of other's influences however, Lsael is still pretty much a lonesome individual. Years of strife and lonesome hard work has tempered her will. Something which is readily apparent when the xaela is about to fight. She becomes eerily silent, often expressed with a motionless calm and neutral sort of focus in her eyes. Lsael has lost her fair share of fights and brawls growing up, knowing fully well the consequences that awaits the loser, especially to women. This silence is a testament to that, and her focus is the reinforced resolve in which she carries herself through those faults. Lsael's only confidence in a fight lies on sheer force of will. Her tenacity in a fight going sour is unbridled and defiant, and the lessons she had been taught over the years drilled into her instinct. She is very much an amazing close-quarters fighter, her martial prowess the sum of her hard-work and blind resolution to better herself.
Despite her martial prowess, Lsael is very much considered average or below median when accounted for her magical and arcane skills. While her endurance, tenacity, strength and quick reactions are well accounted for. Her mental fortitude is also not up to par. Those who have readily teamed up with her in the past have noticed she was much more susceptible to certain mental debuffs when caught in them (such as Charms, Confusions, Fears). Though given a familiarity to attach herself to, she seems quite capable when Lsael is able to apply herself. For example, her Red Mage skills are above par in comparison to any other magic/arcane-based class she has picked up. But seemingly only her rapier skills have seen improvement as of late. The woman still can't seem to perfect Vercure for the life of her...
- In terms of self education, Lsael is a very quick learner. Often picking up instructions on the spot. Her writing leaves much to be desired however, with her own notes incomprehensible to none other than herself. To counter this, she'll often opt to doodling instead, though her drawing skills remain questionable at best. In regards to the fine arts however, she is actually quite adept in singing albeit following her zelous denial of this trait. - Instead of keeping a diary, she tends to collect books as keepsakes for special events or jobs. When she was teenager, she would often take high-quality tomes and books as payment instead of gil. This may be due to her experience as a child hiding away in libraries, the one place she could avoid her captors. Rest, respite and an abundant maze of towering shelves were shelter enough in the public libraries which dotted the Limsan upper decks. And so, being around books made her feel safe. Which is probably why there is an overabundance of them in her apartment. And by overabundance, the girl could practically start her own library. From children's picture books, scholastic grimoires to long lost allagan transcripts. Her travels have left her far and wide throughout Eorzea, and each book in her possession is a testament to her lifelong experiences. Note: She's practically read (or skimmed through) them all. - After assisting some adventurers with a Necrologos leve in hopes of attaining the infamous book for herself. Lsael found herself ontop of a treasure coffer with an Atrophied Atomos hiding within. Consuming her satchel of crystals at the time, the creature has stayed by the xaela's side ever since. Gobbling up whatever she would offer it whether it be scrap metal, food, or just general trash. In exchange as a floating trashcan, Lsael found some much needed company for her long travels. The xaela would bless it with colourful nicknames such as "Cheeky Lil' Bastard". But 'Tomo' the atomos' name. It would often be seen floating nearby as Lsael tends to keep it under a strict leash. Seeing as Tomo tends to bite when spoiled with food or float off on it's own. - Having been raised around pirates and Roegadyns, she's grown to have a very high tolerance of alcohol. Thus, Lsael is often caught with several hard drinks when visiting taverns or bars. Most notable, she's often found spiking her own drinks, as Lsael would often note that 'normal alcohol just doesn't give the right kick anymore'. It is a special tonic crafted by the idylshire's resident goblins. Which is actually just a strong consumable form of industrial grade alcohol. That said, while her formal tone would quickly set her out from the crowd amongst Hawker's Alley. She gets along quite well with her fellow Limsan natives.
- Due to the circumstances of her arrival to Eorzea, Lsael doesn't actually know where her birth place, origin, or home country is. Though she had recently taken a hint when a large score of Doman refugees began moving into Mor Dhona. Many of which approached the clueless Xaela in their native tongue, asking for directions. It seemed like only those who hail from Far East can recognize enough of her facial features and mistake her mannerisms as a far eastern upbringing. Meanwhile Lsael had taken the strangers' assumptions as pointless, finding their customs and traditions to be quite queer even to herself. Eastern books about the xaelic tribes of the steppes had often kept a young Lsael up at night, wondering of which of the many tribes would have been her home in the past. Maybe the Qalli could explain her natural penchant for song? Or the Dorthal may give insight to her exceeding prowess in a fight? One this is certain however, as Lsael continued to grow up to the woman she is today. She's become less interested in her origins, and more keen towards her next destination.
- Presently, Lsael is inducted as a Lieutenant in the Immortal Flames Free Companies. A standing rank she had earned whilst learning her way around Ul'dah as a gladiator, and eventually travelling the realm on foot as a free-paladin. Her contributions in the assistance against Castrum Meridianum and the Dragonsong Wars has led to this rank. Lsael also once served proudly as an auxillary member of the Maelstrom. Having been discharged following her brother's demise in the Calamity, as her enlistment was insisted upon her crew at the time. She was still below the required age restriction, but with her crew having perished in the fallout of Bahamut's rage, she had little reason to stay anyways. - Lsael still lives in the Topmast Apartments in Limsa Lominsa, and was just recently recognized as a Lominsan citizen following the Dragonsong War. Though her origins still could not be traced, as the xaela's own recollections with the matter are lacking... What little official records are around show that she has worked as in private security as mercenary, part-time freight smuggler for the war effort , and for a week or so as a scullery maid. Along with this she also has claimed to have once been a courtesan, a rogue, an amateur cartographer, and treasure hunter.
- Lsael's believes her full name is a combination of two slurred instances. Her first name was when she was found by her stepfather, repeating after him when he said the words "Let's set sail. I've enough of this place" whilst dipping in and out of consciousness. Attempting to repeat after him whilst half conscious, the small girl could only speak the first two words. The Roegadyn leaning close and mistaking the child's mumbling as her attempting to introduce herself and her name. Her last name was given to her by her stepfather. Knowing that giving her his own last name would never identify the Xaela as his own flesh and blood. Instead He gave her the name "Elilswyr", a combination of the old Sea Wolf words meaning 'Exiled/Foreign' and 'Big'. A pet name to the tiny au ra he first met and a testament on how he first encountered the feisty young child jumping onto a garlean soldier and trying to stab him with his own knife. Due to growing tomboyish personality, he joked about how a male's naming convention fit her perfectly. Though senility and constant drinking over the years took a toll on the old Sea Wolf's speech pattern. To the young impressionable child, the old man's slurred words "Elilswyr" came across to the young Lsael as "Elswer" (("Let's Sail Elsewhere"))
- Her airship is a custom made cruiser, built ontop of the manacutter framework by the Skysteel Manufactory and Garlond Ironworks. Over the years, the ship has taken up many iterations and changes until it's become nigh unrecognizable as a manacutter, but more of a functioning airship. - The ship is almost three times the size of a normal manacutter, and heavily modified. Built over the years from Garlean, Sky Pirate, Ironworks, and Skysteel parts alike. It's chassis was built from a remnants of a downed Imperial Hypersonic Assault Craft. The hull was scrapped and cleaned to serve as the base. Utilizing two propellor based corrupted crystal engines to power the turbines at regular flight levels (with sufficient aethercurrents within the area). As well as the addition of two ceruleum powered jet turbines to facilitate high altitude flight without the depending on latent aether. With four engines in total, the abundantly larger chassis was required to fit all the specialized parts and equipment within the hull. As well as a sizeable cavity within in order to store any equipment or freight. Ice-resistant materia have been melded onto the joints and moving parts to prevent icing in high altitude. Lightning and fire resistant materia melded in pockets within the ship's frame to isolate and contain any ruptures or fires inflicted onto the ship. And wind-resistant materia melded into the outer layer of the hull to maintain structural integrity during high wind currents at cruising speed. The ship may not have been built to take punishment from gunfire or attacks, but it does allow for a unique flying experience, especially with the ship boasting a top cruising altitude as high as 40 thousand fulms when flying above or near relevant aethercurrents. Without them, Lsael's ship can reach up to 60 thousand fulms above sea-level on a whim. But would she would never allow herself to go that high up unless given a good reason.
- One specialization to note is the remnants of a magitek vanguard chassis that is mounted around the middle of the hull. Placed just between the seperated pilot and passenger's seat (it's a two-seater airship). Taking inspiration from the Castrum battle and the Scion's ingenious use of magitek reapers. Lsael had commissioned the goldsmith's guild to meld a modified mammet's core onto the broken, original vanguard core. Once it was done, she had it linked to most of the primary functions and flight controls of the airship. As well as syncing up basic controls and automatic tracking onto her aetherotransformer. If she manages to fall out of the cockpit mid-flight, this would allow her ship to dive under autopilot and track her descent path. An emergency autopilot rescuing her, and voiding the reason to bring a harness or parachute. This modification also allows her to put the manacutter in a hands-free auto-pilot. Allowing for a brief time to sit back and relax, or do some mid-flight repairs.
- Due to the open cockpit designed and the ship's high altitude cruising ability. A majority of the ship's specializations and general performance replies heavily on Lsael's own physical prowess and experience. Her years growing up as a Disciple of War has increased her endurance and pain resistance substantially, helping the xaela cope against the open hazards of the high-altitude flying. The amount of force her body is subjected to in tight turns and dives. Not to mention the the brutality of the cold and heat that await above the clouds. Despite all this, Lsael has always felt like she had been preparing for this role all her life. And her adoration with her career is fitting given just how much enjoys flying.
- With the staggering amount of modifications and changes to the ship, the maintenance and repair cycles remain arduous and lengthy. It isn't rare for Lsael to be grounded for a week or so at times. And being privately owned and built, she must see to the repairs all by herself. But to the lone pilot, it's all worth it in the end.
OOC Note: *Still subject to revision for timeline matching/accuracy etc. Is meant to give an insight to Lsael's life compared to the events of the game. Sorry for any oddities in the following ;-;*
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Jobs Her main jobs, in order from most to least used are. Machinist -> Paladin -> Rogue -> Monk -> Samurai -> Warrior -> Dark Knight -> Dragoon -> Red Mage. Blades And Such Lsael has found herself much more "in tune" with slashing techniques than most. With the exception of her machinist of course. Jobs such as Paladin, Samurai, and Dark Knight. Their uses in regards to aether and proper form aside, comes much more naturally to her. But What About Magic? This xaela was never very fond of spells, given the amount of time needed to utilize them and the readily accessible options many of the 'Disciple of War' jobs boast. While that may be Lsael's explanation for it, the real reason comes to a previous incident concerning her "Darkside" during her tenure learning the Dark Knight's trade. |
"Darkside" Lsael's Darkside has probably been the most problematic for her to deal with. While she has no problems with the martial aspect of the job (which is wields rather adequately) it's was the summoning of her "other" version which arose her problems. Faced off against her darkside, rather than accepting her innermost wishes, she attempted to kill it off. Resulting in a form of "blockage" within herself, leaving Lsael with very limited access in terms of manipulating aether. Personal or otherwise borrowed. Not to say she can't cast any kind of magic anymore, just not as efficiently as she able to in the past. "Echo" Seeing into the past aside, this power of Lsael's remains dormant in the most part. With the xaela only getting hints at whether or not she even possesses it, frankly Lsael pays it little to no mind. Her ability is noticeably active once the limbal rings in her eyes turn from black to white. Activating only when her body feels it is in grave danger, or under enormous stress. It allows Lsael to change the focus of her job crystals mid-combat, giving her the instinctual flexibility in a fight. While only activating thrice or so since the Calamity, one thing the xaela had noted is that swapping to her dark knight crystal seems to lock her from changing yet again. Until whatever fight she's in ceases at least. |
Augmented Lost Allagan Pistol Though stated as a 'pistol' given the various attachments to the weapon. Lsael treats this more as a multi-purpose carbine than anything. Obtain soon after the liberation of Ala Mhigo, while Lsael worked in the area helping repurpose the leftover garlean equipment. Revolver of the Wanderer This heavy pistol was among the first firearms Lsael carried with her extensively. Though not as heavily used as her newer Allagan weapon nowadays, the heavy bottom side of it's reinforced barrel is full of chips and scrapes. A testament to it's reliability in parrying close-quarter attacks. It still serves as a good club or so in some cases. Sword and Shield While admittedly she had dropped them in favor of learning the machinist's trade. Years of conditioning and practice has made the tried and tested weapon probably the most consistent within Lsael's potential arsenal. To the point where her experience with the craft had left her to quickly pick up on learning the dark knight's greatsword, and samurai's katana exceedingly quickly. |
OOC/Author's Notes
- ***** NOW FOURTH OFFICIAL PASS. REARRANGEMENTS/EDITS/ADDITIONS INCOMING. Recently had a chance to sit down and look at some stormblood lore, so i'm kicking out some kinks wherever it applies. I'm now fairly certain she was being shipped off to Ala Mhigo though I still haven't come up with her life/origins between ages 1-7ish. *****
- Name origin -seems- fine, but I feel like it still needs some a looking over. Currently too lazy to look at Sea Wolf naming conventions again.
- This profile could easily be modified to fit the "Warrior of Light" head cannon in the game. As her hearing Hydaelin's voice was implied as early as the Calamity, during the fall of Pharos Sirius. When the eye sight on her right eye was restored. Though I doubt she'd be old enough to be running the 1.x story at the time...
- While in-game heights make it hard to distinguish her implied character height. But i'm not so deperate to change to male models just to try and prove it. (I always found that a bit odd when people do that...) To put it into perspective, she's about as tall as an average male miqo'te, Yet no taller than the highest average midlander. Why are au ra so damn short. I know it's cute and all, but still...
- Tenacity and skill speed... Oddly enough the two stats which best describes Lsael aren't exactly the best. They're still rather fun to meld though lol.
- I'm fairly fond of that PotD title, "Lonely Explorer". It matches her lifestyle in-character, my actual playing style in-game, and also her initials "L.E.". I don't think I'll ever wear another title at this point...
- People keep asking me if the last name is a reference to Elder Scrolls. To be fair, I didn't know Elsweyr was an actual province until, like a year into playing Skyrim. Originally, the OC 'Lsael' was meant to be an "illiterate orphan" type character. The last name is just the incorrect of spelling of "Else where" as I often played 'Lsael' as the wandering/nomadic archetype
- I (STILL) NEED TO UPDATE THESE SCREENSHOTS
- Quick Origins Write-up: (note this is a mock-up origin, so things like dates and other specifics are left open ended for a reason. this is mostly for my sake, and actually doesn't reflect her IC-wise.)
Gallery and Footnotes
- Theme Song(s) & Inspirations: Sable // Blood Rage
- Accent/Dialect: Semi-Casual and occasionally Formal. A mix of Ul'dahn and Ishgardian when approached? Most of her tone and tendencies is taken from her books and little interactions with others. When present among other Lominsan natives however, she will revert her 'normal accent' which shows her familiarity growing up in Limsa Lominsa.
- Having trouble approaching her?: While Lsael isn't the type to walk up to random strangers to strike conversation. She will openly respond when treated fairly with respect. If she's in the Quicksands or in a tavern, most likely she's drinking or about to be drunk.
Her pet atomos is known to cause trouble when she isn't looking as well. Either gobbling up something that isn't her's or biting the people who spoil it with food.
- Current Long Story Arc?: Work continues on for the on-edge Lsael. Now stuck with a miqo'te's body for the second time this year after a rowdy night of drinking (she really needs to stop removing the labels and mixing the bottles). And so the twice-turned feline is slightly more cranky than usual, with what stray hairs to worry about rather than her scales. As the war-machina is slowly growing scarce around the streets of Ala Mhigo, prospects of re-purposing work is starting to dwindle. Whether that be her break for the season, or a foreboding glimpse into the future of her career is uncertain. For now, a girl has some spending money. And a girl would probably spend it drinking her worries away, cat tail and all.
- /c/