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Analeil Iethil

2021-01-17T08:01:36Z

Analeil: /* Relationships */

Pamina Calidon

2020-04-07T06:31:47Z

Analeil:

[[Category:Characters]]

{| border=1 align=right cellpadding=4 cellspacing=0 width=270 style="margin: 0.5em 0 1em 1em; background: White; border: 1px #aaaaaa solid; border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 90%;"
|+<big>'''Pamina Calidon</big>
| colspan=2 style="text-align: left; background: White" |
{| align=center
| [[File:Paminaheadshot4.png |300px]]
|}
|-
| '''Full Name:'''
| Pamina Calidon
|-
| '''Other Names:'''
| Pamina Calidon, Pamina Bloodsinger, Pamina Farrar
|-
| '''Titles held:'''
| The Weapon, The Executioner
|-
| '''Age:'''
| 21
|-
| '''Race:'''
| Hyur (Midlander)
|-
| '''Eye Colour:'''
| Piercing ice blue.
|-
| '''Hair:'''
| Deep black, usually accented with a vibrant red or a shimmery blonde. Hangs down almost to her backside in length.
|-
| '''Skin Tone:'''
| Very tan.
|-
| '''Height:'''
| 5'3"
|-
| '''Weight:'''
| 147lbs
|-
| '''Scars, tattoos, etc'''
| Several across her back, some around the circumference of her wrist. A single piercing in each ear. A singular tattoo on her right shoulder.
|-
| '''Occupation:'''
| Assassin, courtesan, information broker.
|-
| '''Marital Status:'''
| Widowed.
|-
| '''Alignment:'''
| Lawful Evil.
|-
| '''Face Claim:'''
| Eiza Gonzalez
|-
| '''Theme:'''
| [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3K-jHgQIAZ8 Pamina's Theme]
|-
|'''Links'''
| [http://nerium-indicum-xiv.tumblr.com Blog], Carrd
|}

''The shrieking and the slamming around ceased entirely just before he managed to finally break the door open. He expected the worst, but what he found was her perched on the edge of one of the chairs, her guards slain around her. He would never forget the way she smiled at him, how it wasn't joyous, but a cruel upturn of her lips, nearly a snarl. He would never forget the glint in those glowing eyes. He would never forget the way she licked the blood off of clawed fingers as she spoke.''
''"How terribly fortunate I am that you were here to rescue me."'' 

== History==
 <big>'''Early Life'''</big> 

While most children come to know a warm hearth and a loving home, for her, it was just not so.
Pamina Alyrith Calidon was born to a high-class man and woman on a winter's night in the city of Ul'dah. She was their first (and only) child, but they never got to see their only daughter grow up and she never got to know them. She was but mere months old when she was kidnapped. Her captors whisked her away to the cold, cobblestones of the Brume in Ishgard. She’d come to know those same cobblestones as her livingspace growing up. They would be her bed, her toilet, her chairs. The city’s streets were her playground. Pamina was just fine with such things, because she didn’t know of a life any better.
Truth be told, life COULD have been better for her, had her "parents" given much of a damn to change their stars. Her "father" spent all of his time away from the family, picking up whatever odd jobs he could get his hands on, but he never truly strove for anything long-term or with potential. Her "mother" made herself a prominent figure in Pamina’s life only long enough to teach her the finer things in life - like how to survive - and then she was off trying to make some sort of impression on whatever man of wealth she set her eyes on. Sometimes, it worked. They would throw coin at her, or feed her, or let her bathe in their homes. One way or another, she was taken care of. She would always smile at Pamina when she returned, but Pamina never remembered it as joyous. It was mocking, cruel, almost a snarl. ''One day'', She would tell her, ''You'll find a way to make yourself useful, too. One day you'll end up just like me. Who will laugh then?'' Pamina would shrug, then return to weaving or drawing in the dirt.
She came to know the two of them as Xrystiana and Sonaj Bloodsinger, though later in life she would drop all use of their names and titles once she discovered who and what they truly were.
For the most part, Pamina raised herself. Knowing nothing more, she was perfectly content in such things.
Early on, Pamina discovered she had an affinity for magic, though she had absolutely no control over it. When she learned of her skills, Xrystiana forbade them to ever use them again. She warned her that if anyone were to learn of them, she would be taken away, or worse. Pamina thought it a little silly, but agreed.
For the longest time, she obeyed her Xrystiana’s orders. That was until Pamina met a little boy of no more than five or six with tanned skin, messy brown hair, unkempt clothes, and dark eyes. The two became fast friends, racing and playing through the streets and giggling their cares away. One day, Pamina showed him her gift. It was nothing spectacular, no more than a makeshift, flaming butterfly floating high into the night sky before disappearing into smoke. He was impressed, thrilled.
The little boy turned up in the sewers not a day later, cold, pale, and dead. Pamina never shared her gift again.
Life was fairly ordinary, if not downright boring, for the longest. Eventually, her captors brought two more children, a boy named Karna, a miqo'te with pale skin, and a girl named Aurora, an au ra with gentle eyes. Two more mouths to feed put undue stress on Sonaj, who turned to drinking his cares away. Xrystiana put Pamina to work, selling different wares in the city, but when that didn’t work, Pamina turned to pick pocketing and subterfuge. She found she was strangely good at it, and it wasn’t terribly long before their stars began to change. After, who suspects a ruddy-faced little girl of robbery? She never told her her family of her newfound “profession”, instead pretending that her wares were selling extremely well. They didn’t need to know that she was simply discarding them in every little hidey-hole she could find.
Luck ran out just after she turned twelve years old. She was caught stealing from a particularly shady man on an evening that she wandered into a bar in search of Sonaj. When Sonaj drunkenly came to his Pamina’s defense, he was killed. Pamina was taken captive and whisked away to parts unknown, kept in a covered cage for what she would later find out was ''months''.

She would never come to know her captors’ identities. Pamina was sold into slavery, and passed hand from hand for literal years. Some of her buyers were pleasant enough, for people into human trafficking, anyway. They would task her with simple things, like cleaning their living spaces or tending to their farms or gardens. Some treated her as if she were some sort of handmaiden. Then there were others who hadn’t a shred of decency about them, and the things they demanded of her she vowed to never repeat in the light of day. When she refused, they beat her until she couldn’t anymore. Those were the worst.
But those were not the ones she remembered.
From every buyer, Pamina obtained a new skill set. Whether it was tilling soil, weaving cloth, or knowing the right steps to a particularly prominent dance, the young girl soaked it all in. The kinder of her buyers sought to educate her at times, introducing her to the world of literature, which she could never get enough of.
While her interests grew, so did her beauty, her affinity for the arcane, and her skills for subterfuge. She practiced her magic in secret, fighting to gain control over over the thing like it was some stubborn horse that refused to break. While not perfect, she managed enough to survive. Healing the wounds some of her buyers left her was messy and downright painful, but effective. Some of her more offensive spells saved her from certain situations with nastier buyers (though she would come to regret such things later). All in all, she was happy with what she had taught herself.

 <big>'''The Farrarrs'''</big> 

Pamina thought that she had struck gold when she met them. They were two wealthy elezen, a mother and a son. The mother had married into the Farrarr family some time earlier, to a man by the name of Tsauro from Ul’dah. He had passed and she had taken over the estate, but she was getting older. Taking care of everything was proving more difficult the older she became, and Pamina fit the bill for the sort of help that she was in search of.
Aleida bought Pamina and brought her back to Ul’dah. Rather than a slave, she was treated like royalty. She was bathed, brought the finest

==Relationships==

WIP

Xrystiana Calidon - 
Sonaj Calidon - 
Selwyn Farrar - 
[[Ceithil Sathiern]]- 
[[Cyriac Sathiern]] - 
Halaine - 
[[Analeil Iethil]] - 
[[Ilanthia Iethil]] - 
[[Rielle Iethil]] - 
[[Rhumor Kemp]] - 
Styl’a Jakkya - 
[[Kirin'th Ziphaere]] - 
[[Aiden Ras'vanae]] - 
[[Terran Rennatta]] - 
[[Riaevis Xavalien]] - 
[[Iriseli Miret-moor]] - 
[[Ithilwen Miret-moor]] - 
[[Rhashi Zyda]] - 

==Possessions==

WIP

[[Category: Player Character]]
[[Category: Balmung]]
[[Category: Hyur]]
[[Category: Ishgardian]]
[[Category: WIP]]

Pamina Calidon

2020-04-07T06:30:54Z

Analeil: /* History */

[[Category:Characters]]

{| border=1 align=right cellpadding=4 cellspacing=0 width=270 style="margin: 0.5em 0 1em 1em; background: White; border: 1px #aaaaaa solid; border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 90%;"
|+<big>'''Pamina Calidon</big>
| colspan=2 style="text-align: left; background: White" |
{| align=center
| [[File:Paminaheadshot4.png |300px]]
|}
|-
| '''Full Name:'''
| Pamina Calidon
|-
| '''Other Names:'''
| Pamina Calidon, Pamina Swiftstrike, Pamina Bloodsinger, Pamina Farrar
|-
| '''Titles held:'''
| The Weapon
|-
| '''Age:'''
| 20
|-
| '''Race:'''
| Hyur (Midlander)
|-
| '''Eye Colour:'''
| Piercing ice blue.
|-
| '''Hair:'''
| Deep black, usually accented with a vibrant red or a shimmery blonde. Hangs down almost to her backside in length.
|-
| '''Skin Tone:'''
| Very tan.
|-
| '''Height:'''
| 5'3"
|-
| '''Weight:'''
| 147lbs
|-
| '''Scars, tattoos, etc'''
| One very prominent scar on her abdomen. Several across her back, some around the circumference of her wrist. A single piercing in each ear. A singular tattoo on her right shoulder.
|-
| '''Occupation:'''
| Assassin.
|-
| '''Marital Status:'''
| Single.
|-
| '''Alignment:'''
| Lawful Evil.
|-
| '''Face Claim:'''
| Eiza Gonzalez
|-
| '''Theme:'''
| [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3K-jHgQIAZ8 Pamina's Theme]
|-
|}

''The shrieking and the slamming around ceased entirely just before he managed to finally break the door open. He expected the worst, but what he found was her perched on the edge of one of the chairs, her guards slain around her. He would never forget the way she smiled at him, how it wasn't joyous, but a cruel upturn of her lips, nearly a snarl. He would never forget the glint in those glowing eyes. He would never forget the way she licked the blood off of clawed fingers as she spoke.''
''"How terribly fortunate I am that you were here to rescue me."'' 

== History==
 <big>'''Early Life'''</big> 

While most children come to know a warm hearth and a loving home, for her, it was just not so.
Pamina Alyrith Calidon was born to a high-class man and woman on a winter's night in the city of Ul'dah. She was their first (and only) child, but they never got to see their only daughter grow up and she never got to know them. She was but mere months old when she was kidnapped. Her captors whisked her away to the cold, cobblestones of the Brume in Ishgard. She’d come to know those same cobblestones as her livingspace growing up. They would be her bed, her toilet, her chairs. The city’s streets were her playground. Pamina was just fine with such things, because she didn’t know of a life any better.
Truth be told, life COULD have been better for her, had her "parents" given much of a damn to change their stars. Her "father" spent all of his time away from the family, picking up whatever odd jobs he could get his hands on, but he never truly strove for anything long-term or with potential. Her "mother" made herself a prominent figure in Pamina’s life only long enough to teach her the finer things in life - like how to survive - and then she was off trying to make some sort of impression on whatever man of wealth she set her eyes on. Sometimes, it worked. They would throw coin at her, or feed her, or let her bathe in their homes. One way or another, she was taken care of. She would always smile at Pamina when she returned, but Pamina never remembered it as joyous. It was mocking, cruel, almost a snarl. ''One day'', She would tell her, ''You'll find a way to make yourself useful, too. One day you'll end up just like me. Who will laugh then?'' Pamina would shrug, then return to weaving or drawing in the dirt.
She came to know the two of them as Xrystiana and Sonaj Bloodsinger, though later in life she would drop all use of their names and titles once she discovered who and what they truly were.
For the most part, Pamina raised herself. Knowing nothing more, she was perfectly content in such things.
Early on, Pamina discovered she had an affinity for magic, though she had absolutely no control over it. When she learned of her skills, Xrystiana forbade them to ever use them again. She warned her that if anyone were to learn of them, she would be taken away, or worse. Pamina thought it a little silly, but agreed.
For the longest time, she obeyed her Xrystiana’s orders. That was until Pamina met a little boy of no more than five or six with tanned skin, messy brown hair, unkempt clothes, and dark eyes. The two became fast friends, racing and playing through the streets and giggling their cares away. One day, Pamina showed him her gift. It was nothing spectacular, no more than a makeshift, flaming butterfly floating high into the night sky before disappearing into smoke. He was impressed, thrilled.
The little boy turned up in the sewers not a day later, cold, pale, and dead. Pamina never shared her gift again.
Life was fairly ordinary, if not downright boring, for the longest. Eventually, her captors brought two more children, a boy named Karna, a miqo'te with pale skin, and a girl named Aurora, an au ra with gentle eyes. Two more mouths to feed put undue stress on Sonaj, who turned to drinking his cares away. Xrystiana put Pamina to work, selling different wares in the city, but when that didn’t work, Pamina turned to pick pocketing and subterfuge. She found she was strangely good at it, and it wasn’t terribly long before their stars began to change. After, who suspects a ruddy-faced little girl of robbery? She never told her her family of her newfound “profession”, instead pretending that her wares were selling extremely well. They didn’t need to know that she was simply discarding them in every little hidey-hole she could find.
Luck ran out just after she turned twelve years old. She was caught stealing from a particularly shady man on an evening that she wandered into a bar in search of Sonaj. When Sonaj drunkenly came to his Pamina’s defense, he was killed. Pamina was taken captive and whisked away to parts unknown, kept in a covered cage for what she would later find out was ''months''.

She would never come to know her captors’ identities. Pamina was sold into slavery, and passed hand from hand for literal years. Some of her buyers were pleasant enough, for people into human trafficking, anyway. They would task her with simple things, like cleaning their living spaces or tending to their farms or gardens. Some treated her as if she were some sort of handmaiden. Then there were others who hadn’t a shred of decency about them, and the things they demanded of her she vowed to never repeat in the light of day. When she refused, they beat her until she couldn’t anymore. Those were the worst.
But those were not the ones she remembered.
From every buyer, Pamina obtained a new skill set. Whether it was tilling soil, weaving cloth, or knowing the right steps to a particularly prominent dance, the young girl soaked it all in. The kinder of her buyers sought to educate her at times, introducing her to the world of literature, which she could never get enough of.
While her interests grew, so did her beauty, her affinity for the arcane, and her skills for subterfuge. She practiced her magic in secret, fighting to gain control over over the thing like it was some stubborn horse that refused to break. While not perfect, she managed enough to survive. Healing the wounds some of her buyers left her was messy and downright painful, but effective. Some of her more offensive spells saved her from certain situations with nastier buyers (though she would come to regret such things later). All in all, she was happy with what she had taught herself.

 <big>'''The Farrarrs'''</big> 

Pamina thought that she had struck gold when she met them. They were two wealthy elezen, a mother and a son. The mother had married into the Farrarr family some time earlier, to a man by the name of Tsauro from Ul’dah. He had passed and she had taken over the estate, but she was getting older. Taking care of everything was proving more difficult the older she became, and Pamina fit the bill for the sort of help that she was in search of.
Aleida bought Pamina and brought her back to Ul’dah. Rather than a slave, she was treated like royalty. She was bathed, brought the finest

==Relationships==

WIP

Xrystiana Calidon - 
Sonaj Calidon - 
Selwyn Farrar - 
[[Ceithil Sathiern]]- 
[[Cyriac Sathiern]] - 
Halaine - 
[[Analeil Iethil]] - 
[[Ilanthia Iethil]] - 
[[Rielle Iethil]] - 
[[Rhumor Kemp]] - 
Styl’a Jakkya - 
[[Kirin'th Ziphaere]] - 
[[Aiden Ras'vanae]] - 
[[Terran Rennatta]] - 
[[Riaevis Xavalien]] - 
[[Iriseli Miret-moor]] - 
[[Ithilwen Miret-moor]] - 
[[Rhashi Zyda]] - 

==Possessions==

WIP

[[Category: Player Character]]
[[Category: Balmung]]
[[Category: Hyur]]
[[Category: Ishgardian]]
[[Category: WIP]]

Pamina Calidon

2020-04-07T06:12:28Z

Analeil: /* Relationships */

[[Category:Characters]]

{| border=1 align=right cellpadding=4 cellspacing=0 width=270 style="margin: 0.5em 0 1em 1em; background: White; border: 1px #aaaaaa solid; border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 90%;"
|+<big>'''Pamina Calidon</big>
| colspan=2 style="text-align: left; background: White" |
{| align=center
| [[File:Paminaheadshot4.png |300px]]
|}
|-
| '''Full Name:'''
| Pamina Calidon
|-
| '''Other Names:'''
| Pamina Calidon, Pamina Swiftstrike, Pamina Bloodsinger, Pamina Farrar
|-
| '''Titles held:'''
| The Weapon
|-
| '''Age:'''
| 20
|-
| '''Race:'''
| Hyur (Midlander)
|-
| '''Eye Colour:'''
| Piercing ice blue.
|-
| '''Hair:'''
| Deep black, usually accented with a vibrant red or a shimmery blonde. Hangs down almost to her backside in length.
|-
| '''Skin Tone:'''
| Very tan.
|-
| '''Height:'''
| 5'3"
|-
| '''Weight:'''
| 147lbs
|-
| '''Scars, tattoos, etc'''
| One very prominent scar on her abdomen. Several across her back, some around the circumference of her wrist. A single piercing in each ear. A singular tattoo on her right shoulder.
|-
| '''Occupation:'''
| Assassin.
|-
| '''Marital Status:'''
| Single.
|-
| '''Alignment:'''
| Lawful Evil.
|-
| '''Face Claim:'''
| Eiza Gonzalez
|-
| '''Theme:'''
| [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3K-jHgQIAZ8 Pamina's Theme]
|-
|}

''The shrieking and the slamming around ceased entirely just before he managed to finally break the door open. He expected the worst, but what he found was her perched on the edge of one of the chairs, her guards slain around her. He would never forget the way she smiled at him, how it wasn't joyous, but a cruel upturn of her lips, nearly a snarl. He would never forget the glint in those glowing eyes. He would never forget the way she licked the blood off of clawed fingers as she spoke.''
''"How terribly fortunate I am that you were here to rescue me."'' 

== History==
 <big>'''Early Life'''</big> 

While most children come to know a warm hearth and a loving home, for her, it was just not so.
Pamina Alyrith Calidon was born to Sonaj and Xrystiana Calidon on the cold, cobblestone of The Brume on a cold winter’s night. She’d come to know those same cobblestones as her livingspace growing up. They would be her bed, her toilet, her chairs. The city’s streets were her playground. Pamina was just fine with such things, because she didn’t know of a life any better.
Truth be told, life COULD have been better for her, had her parents given much of a damn to change their stars. Her father spent all of his time away from the family, picking up whatever odd jobs he could get his hands on, but he never truly strived for anything long-term or with potential. Her mother made herself a prominent figure in Pamina’s life only long enough to teach her the finer things in life - like how to survive - and then she was off trying to make some sort of impression on whatever man of wealth she set her eyes on. Sometimes, it worked. They would throw coin at Xrystiana, or feed her, or let her bathe in their homes. One way or another, she was taken care of. She would always smile at Pamina when she returned, but Pamina never remembered it as joyous. It was mocking, cruel, almost a snarl. ''One day'', Xrystiana would tell her, ''You'll find a way to make yourself useful, too. One day you'll end up just like me. Who will laugh then?'' Pamina would shrug, then return to weaving or drawing in the dirt.
For the most part, Pamina raised herself. Knowing nothing more, she was perfectly content in such things.
Early on, Pamina discovered she had an affinity for magic, though she had absolutely no control over it. When she learned of her skills, her mother forbade them to ever use them again. She warned her that if anyone were to learn of them, she would be taken away, or worse. Pamina thought it a little silly, but agreed.
For the longest time, she obeyed her mother’s orders. That was until Pamina met a little boy of no more than five or six with tanned skin, messy brown hair, unkempt clothes, and dark eyes. The two became fast friends, racing and playing through the streets and giggling their cares away. One day, Pamina showed him her gift. It was nothing spectacular, no more than a makeshift, flaming butterfly floating high into the night sky before disappearing into smoke. He was impressed, thrilled.
The little boy turned up in the sewers not a day later, cold, pale, and dead. Pamina never shared her gift again.
Life was fairly ordinary, if not downright boring, for the longest. Eventually, Xrystiana and Sonaj (or at least, Pamina thinks it was Sonaj) had two more children, a boy named Karna, and a girl named Camille. Two more mouths to feed put undue stress on Sonaj, who turned to drinking his cares away. Xrystiana put Pamina to work, selling different wares in the city, but when that didn’t work, Pamina turned to pick pocketing and subterfuge. She found she was strangely good at it, and it wasn’t terribly long before their stars began to change. After, who suspects a ruddy-faced little girl of robbery? She never told her her family of her newfound “profession”, instead pretending that her wares were selling extremely well. They didn’t need to know that she was simply discarding them in every little hidey-hole she could find.
Luck ran out just after she turned twelve years old. She was caught stealing from a particularly shady man on an evening that she wandered into a bar in search of her father. When Sonaj drunkenly came to his daughter’s defense, he was killed. Pamina was taken captive and whisked away to parts unknown, kept in a covered cage for what she would later find out was ''months''.

She would never come to know her captors’ identities. Pamina was sold into slavery, and passed hand from hand for literal years. Some of her buyers were pleasant enough, for people into human trafficking, anyway. They would task her with simple things, like cleaning their living spaces or tending to their farms or gardens. Some treated her as if she were some sort of handmaiden. Then there were others who hadn’t a shred of decency about them, and the things they demanded of her she vowed to never repeat in the light of day. When she refused, they beat her until she couldn’t anymore. Those were the worst.
But those were not the ones she remembered.
From every buyer, Pamina obtained a new skill set. Whether it was tilling soil, weaving cloth, or knowing the right steps to a particularly prominent dance, the young girl soaked it all in. The kinder of her buyers sought to educate her at times, introducing her to the world of literature, which she could never get enough of.
While her interests grew, so did her beauty, her affinity for the arcane, and her skills for subterfuge. She practiced her magic in secret, fighting to gain control over over the thing like it was some stubborn horse that refused to break. While not perfect, she managed enough to survive. Healing the wounds some of her buyers left her was messy and downright painful, but effective. Some of her more offensive spells saved her from certain situations with nastier buyers (though she would come to regret such things later). All in all, she was happy with what she had taught herself.

Xrystiana Calidon - 
Sonaj Calidon - 
Selwyn Farrar - 
[[Ceithil Sathiern]]- 
[[Cyriac Sathiern]] - 
Halaine - 
[[Analeil Iethil]] - 
[[Ilanthia Iethil]] - 
[[Rielle Iethil]] - 
[[Rhumor Kemp]] - 
Styl’a Jakkya - 
[[Kirin'th Ziphaere]] - 
[[Aiden Ras'vanae]] - 
[[Terran Rennatta]] - 
[[Riaevis Xavalien]] - 
[[Iriseli Miret-moor]] - 
[[Ithilwen Miret-moor]] - 
[[Rhashi Zyda]] - 

==Possessions==

WIP

[[Category: Player Character]]
[[Category: Balmung]]
[[Category: Hyur]]
[[Category: Ishgardian]]
[[Category: WIP]]

Terran Rennatta

2020-04-07T06:05:52Z

Analeil: /* Relationships */

Analeil Iethil

2020-04-07T06:02:45Z

Analeil: /* Relationships */

Terran Rennatta

2020-04-07T06:01:46Z

Analeil:

User:Analeil

2020-04-07T05:57:51Z

Analeil:

User:Analeil

2020-04-07T05:57:40Z

Analeil: /* Contributions */

User:Analeil

2020-04-07T05:57:14Z

Analeil:

File:Paminaheadshot4.png

2020-04-07T05:52:53Z

Analeil: Analeil uploaded a new version of File:Paminaheadshot4.png

File:Paminaheadshot4.png

2020-03-31T01:12:53Z

Analeil: Analeil uploaded a new version of File:Paminaheadshot4.png

User:Analeil

2020-03-17T04:26:16Z

Analeil: /* Contributions */

User:Analeil

2020-03-17T04:26:02Z

Analeil: /* Contributions */

User:Analeil

2020-03-17T04:20:47Z

Analeil: /* Contributions */

Pamina Calidon

2020-01-12T05:15:11Z

Analeil:

[[Category:Characters]]

{| border=1 align=right cellpadding=4 cellspacing=0 width=270 style="margin: 0.5em 0 1em 1em; background: White; border: 1px #aaaaaa solid; border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 90%;"
|+<big>'''Pamina Calidon</big>
| colspan=2 style="text-align: left; background: White" |
{| align=center
| [[File:Paminaheadshot4.png |300px]]
|}
|-
| '''Full Name:'''
| Pamina Calidon
|-
| '''Other Names:'''
| Pamina Calidon, Pamina Swiftstrike, Pamina Bloodsinger, Pamina Farrar
|-
| '''Titles held:'''
| The Weapon
|-
| '''Age:'''
| 20
|-
| '''Race:'''
| Hyur (Midlander)
|-
| '''Eye Colour:'''
| Piercing ice blue.
|-
| '''Hair:'''
| Deep black, usually accented with a vibrant red or a shimmery blonde. Hangs down almost to her backside in length.
|-
| '''Skin Tone:'''
| Very tan.
|-
| '''Height:'''
| 5'3"
|-
| '''Weight:'''
| 147lbs
|-
| '''Scars, tattoos, etc'''
| One very prominent scar on her abdomen. Several across her back, some around the circumference of her wrist. A single piercing in each ear. A singular tattoo on her right shoulder.
|-
| '''Occupation:'''
| Assassin.
|-
| '''Marital Status:'''
| Single.
|-
| '''Alignment:'''
| Lawful Evil.
|-
| '''Face Claim:'''
| Eiza Gonzalez
|-
| '''Theme:'''
| [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3K-jHgQIAZ8 Pamina's Theme]
|-
|}

''The shrieking and the slamming around ceased entirely just before he managed to finally break the door open. He expected the worst, but what he found was her perched on the edge of one of the chairs, her guards slain around her. He would never forget the way she smiled at him, how it wasn't joyous, but a cruel upturn of her lips, nearly a snarl. He would never forget the glint in those glowing eyes. He would never forget the way she licked the blood off of clawed fingers as she spoke.''
''"How terribly fortunate I am that you were here to rescue me."'' 

== History==
 <big>'''Early Life'''</big> 

While most children come to know a warm hearth and a loving home, for her, it was just not so.
Pamina Alyrith Calidon was born to Sonaj and Xrystiana Calidon on the cold, cobblestone of The Brume on a cold winter’s night. She’d come to know those same cobblestones as her livingspace growing up. They would be her bed, her toilet, her chairs. The city’s streets were her playground. Pamina was just fine with such things, because she didn’t know of a life any better.
Truth be told, life COULD have been better for her, had her parents given much of a damn to change their stars. Her father spent all of his time away from the family, picking up whatever odd jobs he could get his hands on, but he never truly strived for anything long-term or with potential. Her mother made herself a prominent figure in Pamina’s life only long enough to teach her the finer things in life - like how to survive - and then she was off trying to make some sort of impression on whatever man of wealth she set her eyes on. Sometimes, it worked. They would throw coin at Xrystiana, or feed her, or let her bathe in their homes. One way or another, she was taken care of. She would always smile at Pamina when she returned, but Pamina never remembered it as joyous. It was mocking, cruel, almost a snarl. ''One day'', Xrystiana would tell her, ''You'll find a way to make yourself useful, too. One day you'll end up just like me. Who will laugh then?'' Pamina would shrug, then return to weaving or drawing in the dirt.
For the most part, Pamina raised herself. Knowing nothing more, she was perfectly content in such things.
Early on, Pamina discovered she had an affinity for magic, though she had absolutely no control over it. When she learned of her skills, her mother forbade them to ever use them again. She warned her that if anyone were to learn of them, she would be taken away, or worse. Pamina thought it a little silly, but agreed.
For the longest time, she obeyed her mother’s orders. That was until Pamina met a little boy of no more than five or six with tanned skin, messy brown hair, unkempt clothes, and dark eyes. The two became fast friends, racing and playing through the streets and giggling their cares away. One day, Pamina showed him her gift. It was nothing spectacular, no more than a makeshift, flaming butterfly floating high into the night sky before disappearing into smoke. He was impressed, thrilled.
The little boy turned up in the sewers not a day later, cold, pale, and dead. Pamina never shared her gift again.
Life was fairly ordinary, if not downright boring, for the longest. Eventually, Xrystiana and Sonaj (or at least, Pamina thinks it was Sonaj) had two more children, a boy named Karna, and a girl named Camille. Two more mouths to feed put undue stress on Sonaj, who turned to drinking his cares away. Xrystiana put Pamina to work, selling different wares in the city, but when that didn’t work, Pamina turned to pick pocketing and subterfuge. She found she was strangely good at it, and it wasn’t terribly long before their stars began to change. After, who suspects a ruddy-faced little girl of robbery? She never told her her family of her newfound “profession”, instead pretending that her wares were selling extremely well. They didn’t need to know that she was simply discarding them in every little hidey-hole she could find.
Luck ran out just after she turned twelve years old. She was caught stealing from a particularly shady man on an evening that she wandered into a bar in search of her father. When Sonaj drunkenly came to his daughter’s defense, he was killed. Pamina was taken captive and whisked away to parts unknown, kept in a covered cage for what she would later find out was ''months''.

She would never come to know her captors’ identities. Pamina was sold into slavery, and passed hand from hand for literal years. Some of her buyers were pleasant enough, for people into human trafficking, anyway. They would task her with simple things, like cleaning their living spaces or tending to their farms or gardens. Some treated her as if she were some sort of handmaiden. Then there were others who hadn’t a shred of decency about them, and the things they demanded of her she vowed to never repeat in the light of day. When she refused, they beat her until she couldn’t anymore. Those were the worst.
But those were not the ones she remembered.
From every buyer, Pamina obtained a new skill set. Whether it was tilling soil, weaving cloth, or knowing the right steps to a particularly prominent dance, the young girl soaked it all in. The kinder of her buyers sought to educate her at times, introducing her to the world of literature, which she could never get enough of.
While her interests grew, so did her beauty, her affinity for the arcane, and her skills for subterfuge. She practiced her magic in secret, fighting to gain control over over the thing like it was some stubborn horse that refused to break. While not perfect, she managed enough to survive. Healing the wounds some of her buyers left her was messy and downright painful, but effective. Some of her more offensive spells saved her from certain situations with nastier buyers (though she would come to regret such things later). All in all, she was happy with what she had taught herself.

Xrystiana Calidon - 
Sonaj Calidon - 
Selwyn Farrar - 
[[Ceithil Sathiern]]- 
[[Cyriac Sathiern]] - 
Halaine - 
[[Analeil Iethil]] - 
[[Rhumor Kemp]] - 
Styl’a Jakkya - 
[[Kirin'th Ziphaere]] - 
[[Aiden Ras'vanae]] - 
[[Terran Rennatta]] - 
[[Aeditha Lannis]] - 
[[Seda'li Dhen]] - 
[[Saithe Blackvale]] - 
[[Arken Rennatta]] - 

==Possessions==

WIP

[[Category: Player Character]]
[[Category: Balmung]]
[[Category: Hyur]]
[[Category: Ishgardian]]
[[Category: WIP]]

Pamina Calidon

2020-01-12T04:26:04Z

Analeil:

[[Category:Characters]]

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|+<big>'''Pamina Calidon</big>
| colspan=2 style="text-align: left; background: White" |
{| align=center
| [[File:Paminaheadshot4.png |300px]]
|}
|-
| '''Full Name:'''
| Pamina Calidon
|-
| '''Other Names:'''
| Pamina Calidon, Pamina Swiftstrike, Pamina Bloodsinger, Pamina Farrar
|-
| '''Titles held:'''
| The Weapon
|-
| '''Age:'''
| 20
|-
| '''Race:'''
| Hyur (Midlander)
|-
| '''Eye Colour:'''
| Piercing ice blue.
|-
| '''Hair:'''
| Deep black, usually accented with a vibrant red or a shimmery blonde. Hangs down almost to her backside in length.
|-
| '''Skin Tone:'''
| Very tan.
|-
| '''Height:'''
| 5'3"
|-
| '''Weight:'''
| 147lbs
|-
| '''Scars, tattoos, etc'''
| One very prominent scar on her abdomen. Several across her back, some around the circumference of her wrist. A single piercing in each ear. A singular tattoo on her right shoulder.
|-
| '''Occupation:'''
| Assassin.
|-
| '''Marital Status:'''
| Single.
|-
| '''Alignment:'''
| Lawful Evil.
|-
| '''Face Claim:'''
| Jodi Lyn O'Keefe
|-
| '''Theme:'''
| [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3K-jHgQIAZ8 Pamina's Theme]
|-
|}

''The shrieking and the slamming around ceased entirely just before he managed to finally break the door open. He expected the worst, but what he found was her perched on the edge of one of the chairs, her guards slain around her. He would never forget the way she smiled at him, how it wasn't joyous, but a cruel upturn of her lips, nearly a snarl. He would never forget the glint in those glowing eyes. He would never forget the way she licked the blood off of clawed fingers as she spoke.''
''"How terribly fortunate I am that you were here to rescue me."'' 

== History==
 <big>'''Early Life'''</big> 

While most children come to know a warm hearth and a loving home, for her, it was just not so.
Pamina Alyrith Calidon was born to Sonaj and Xrystiana Calidon on the cold, cobblestone of The Brume on a cold winter’s night. She’d come to know those same cobblestones as her livingspace growing up. They would be her bed, her toilet, her chairs. The city’s streets were her playground. Pamina was just fine with such things, because she didn’t know of a life any better.
Truth be told, life COULD have been better for her, had her parents given much of a damn to change their stars. Her father spent all of his time away from the family, picking up whatever odd jobs he could get his hands on, but he never truly strived for anything long-term or with potential. Her mother made herself a prominent figure in Pamina’s life only long enough to teach her the finer things in life - like how to survive - and then she was off trying to make some sort of impression on whatever man of wealth she set her eyes on. Sometimes, it worked. They would throw coin at Xrystiana, or feed her, or let her bathe in their homes. One way or another, she was taken care of. She would always smile at Pamina when she returned, but Pamina never remembered it as joyous. It was mocking, cruel, almost a snarl. ''One day'', Xrystiana would tell her, ''You'll find a way to make yourself useful, too. One day you'll end up just like me. Who will laugh then?'' Pamina would shrug, then return to weaving or drawing in the dirt.
For the most part, Pamina raised herself. Knowing nothing more, she was perfectly content in such things.
Early on, Pamina discovered she had an affinity for magic, though she had absolutely no control over it. When she learned of her skills, her mother forbade them to ever use them again. She warned her that if anyone were to learn of them, she would be taken away, or worse. Pamina thought it a little silly, but agreed.
For the longest time, she obeyed her mother’s orders. That was until Pamina met a little boy of no more than five or six with tanned skin, messy brown hair, unkempt clothes, and dark eyes. The two became fast friends, racing and playing through the streets and giggling their cares away. One day, Pamina showed him her gift. It was nothing spectacular, no more than a makeshift, flaming butterfly floating high into the night sky before disappearing into smoke. He was impressed, thrilled.
The little boy turned up in the sewers not a day later, cold, pale, and dead. Pamina never shared her gift again.
Life was fairly ordinary, if not downright boring, for the longest. Eventually, Xrystiana and Sonaj (or at least, Pamina thinks it was Sonaj) had two more children, a boy named Karna, and a girl named Camille. Two more mouths to feed put undue stress on Sonaj, who turned to drinking his cares away. Xrystiana put Pamina to work, selling different wares in the city, but when that didn’t work, Pamina turned to pick pocketing and subterfuge. She found she was strangely good at it, and it wasn’t terribly long before their stars began to change. After, who suspects a ruddy-faced little girl of robbery? She never told her her family of her newfound “profession”, instead pretending that her wares were selling extremely well. They didn’t need to know that she was simply discarding them in every little hidey-hole she could find.
Luck ran out just after she turned twelve years old. She was caught stealing from a particularly shady man on an evening that she wandered into a bar in search of her father. When Sonaj drunkenly came to his daughter’s defense, he was killed. Pamina was taken captive and whisked away to parts unknown, kept in a covered cage for what she would later find out was ''months''.

She would never come to know her captors’ identities. Pamina was sold into slavery, and passed hand from hand for literal years. Some of her buyers were pleasant enough, for people into human trafficking, anyway. They would task her with simple things, like cleaning their living spaces or tending to their farms or gardens. Some treated her as if she were some sort of handmaiden. Then there were others who hadn’t a shred of decency about them, and the things they demanded of her she vowed to never repeat in the light of day. When she refused, they beat her until she couldn’t anymore. Those were the worst.
But those were not the ones she remembered.
From every buyer, Pamina obtained a new skill set. Whether it was tilling soil, weaving cloth, or knowing the right steps to a particularly prominent dance, the young girl soaked it all in. The kinder of her buyers sought to educate her at times, introducing her to the world of literature, which she could never get enough of.
While her interests grew, so did her beauty, her affinity for the arcane, and her skills for subterfuge. She practiced her magic in secret, fighting to gain control over over the thing like it was some stubborn horse that refused to break. While not perfect, she managed enough to survive. Healing the wounds some of her buyers left her was messy and downright painful, but effective. Some of her more offensive spells saved her from certain situations with nastier buyers (though she would come to regret such things later). All in all, she was happy with what she had taught herself.

Xrystiana Calidon - 
Sonaj Calidon - 
Selwyn Farrar - 
[[Ceithil Sathiern]]- 
[[Cyriac Sathiern]] - 
Halaine - 
[[Analeil Iethil]] - 
[[Rhumor Kemp]] - 
Styl’a Jakkya - 
[[Kirin'th Ziphaere]] - 
[[Aiden Ras'vanae]] - 
[[Terran Rennatta]] - 
[[Aeditha Lannis]] - 
[[Seda'li Dhen]] - 
[[Saithe Blackvale]] - 
[[Arken Rennatta]] - 

==Possessions==

WIP

[[Category: Player Character]]
[[Category: Balmung]]
[[Category: Hyur]]
[[Category: Ishgardian]]
[[Category: WIP]]

Pamina Calidon

2020-01-12T04:23:40Z

Analeil:

[[Category:Characters]]

{| border=1 align=right cellpadding=4 cellspacing=0 width=270 style="margin: 0.5em 0 1em 1em; background: White; border: 1px #aaaaaa solid; border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 90%;"
|+<big>'''Pamina Calidon</big>
| colspan=2 style="text-align: left; background: White" |
{| align=center
| [[File:Paminaheadshot4.png |300px]]
|}
|-
| '''Full Name:'''
| Pamina Calidon
|-
| '''Other Names:'''
| Pamina Calidon, Pamina Swiftstrike, Pamina Bloodsinger, Pamina Farrar
|-
| '''Titles held:'''
| The Weapon
|-
| '''Age:'''
| 20
|-
| '''Race:'''
| Hyur (Midlander)
|-
| '''Eye Colour:'''
| Piercing ice blue.
|-
| '''Hair:'''
| Deep black, usually accented with a vibrant red or a shimmery blonde. Hangs down almost to her backside in length.
|-
| '''Skin Tone:'''
| Very tan.
|-
| '''Height:'''
| 5'3"
|-
| '''Weight:'''
| 147lbs
|-
| '''Scars, tattoos, etc'''
| One very prominent scar on her abdomen. Several across her back, some around the circumference of her wrist. A single piercing in each ear. A singular tattoo on her right shoulder.
|-
| '''Occupation:'''
| Assassin.
|-
| '''Marital Status:'''
| Single.
|-
| '''Alignment:'''
| Lawful Evil.
|-
| '''Face Claim:'''
| Eiza Gonzalez
|-
| '''Theme:'''
| [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3K-jHgQIAZ8 Pamina's Theme]
|-
|}

''The shrieking and the slamming around ceased entirely just before he managed to finally break the door open. He expected the worst, but what he found was her perched on the edge of one of the chairs, her guards slain around her. He would never forget the way she smiled at him, how it wasn't joyous, but a cruel upturn of her lips, nearly a snarl. He would never forget the glint in those glowing eyes. He would never forget the way she licked the blood off of clawed fingers as she spoke.''
''"How terribly fortunate I am that you were here to rescue me."'' 

== History==
 <big>'''Early Life'''</big> 

While most children come to know a warm hearth and a loving home, for her, it was just not so.
Pamina Alyrith Calidon was born to Sonaj and Xrystiana Calidon on the cold, cobblestone of The Brume on a cold winter’s night. She’d come to know those same cobblestones as her livingspace growing up. They would be her bed, her toilet, her chairs. The city’s streets were her playground. Pamina was just fine with such things, because she didn’t know of a life any better.
Truth be told, life COULD have been better for her, had her parents given much of a damn to change their stars. Her father spent all of his time away from the family, picking up whatever odd jobs he could get his hands on, but he never truly strived for anything long-term or with potential. Her mother made herself a prominent figure in Pamina’s life only long enough to teach her the finer things in life - like how to survive - and then she was off trying to make some sort of impression on whatever man of wealth she set her eyes on. Sometimes, it worked. They would throw coin at Xrystiana, or feed her, or let her bathe in their homes. One way or another, she was taken care of. She would always smile at Pamina when she returned, but Pamina never remembered it as joyous. It was mocking, cruel, almost a snarl. ''One day'', Xrystiana would tell her, ''You'll find a way to make yourself useful, too. One day you'll end up just like me. Who will laugh then?'' Pamina would shrug, then return to weaving or drawing in the dirt.
For the most part, Pamina raised herself. Knowing nothing more, she was perfectly content in such things.
Early on, Pamina discovered she had an affinity for magic, though she had absolutely no control over it. When she learned of her skills, her mother forbade them to ever use them again. She warned her that if anyone were to learn of them, she would be taken away, or worse. Pamina thought it a little silly, but agreed.
For the longest time, she obeyed her mother’s orders. That was until Pamina met a little boy of no more than five or six with tanned skin, messy brown hair, unkempt clothes, and dark eyes. The two became fast friends, racing and playing through the streets and giggling their cares away. One day, Pamina showed him her gift. It was nothing spectacular, no more than a makeshift, flaming butterfly floating high into the night sky before disappearing into smoke. He was impressed, thrilled.
The little boy turned up in the sewers not a day later, cold, pale, and dead. Pamina never shared her gift again.
Life was fairly ordinary, if not downright boring, for the longest. Eventually, Xrystiana and Sonaj (or at least, Pamina thinks it was Sonaj) had two more children, a boy named Karna, and a girl named Camille. Two more mouths to feed put undue stress on Sonaj, who turned to drinking his cares away. Xrystiana put Pamina to work, selling different wares in the city, but when that didn’t work, Pamina turned to pick pocketing and subterfuge. She found she was strangely good at it, and it wasn’t terribly long before their stars began to change. After, who suspects a ruddy-faced little girl of robbery? She never told her her family of her newfound “profession”, instead pretending that her wares were selling extremely well. They didn’t need to know that she was simply discarding them in every little hidey-hole she could find.
Luck ran out just after she turned twelve years old. She was caught stealing from a particularly shady man on an evening that she wandered into a bar in search of her father. When Sonaj drunkenly came to his daughter’s defense, he was killed. Pamina was taken captive and whisked away to parts unknown, kept in a covered cage for what she would later find out was ''months''.

She would never come to know her captors’ identities. Pamina was sold into slavery, and passed hand from hand for literal years. Some of her buyers were pleasant enough, for people into human trafficking, anyway. They would task her with simple things, like cleaning their living spaces or tending to their farms or gardens. Some treated her as if she were some sort of handmaiden. Then there were others who hadn’t a shred of decency about them, and the things they demanded of her she vowed to never repeat in the light of day. When she refused, they beat her until she couldn’t anymore. Those were the worst.
But those were not the ones she remembered.
From every buyer, Pamina obtained a new skill set. Whether it was tilling soil, weaving cloth, or knowing the right steps to a particularly prominent dance, the young girl soaked it all in. The kinder of her buyers sought to educate her at times, introducing her to the world of literature, which she could never get enough of.
While her interests grew, so did her beauty, her affinity for the arcane, and her skills for subterfuge. She practiced her magic in secret, fighting to gain control over over the thing like it was some stubborn horse that refused to break. While not perfect, she managed enough to survive. Healing the wounds some of her buyers left her was messy and downright painful, but effective. Some of her more offensive spells saved her from certain situations with nastier buyers (though she would come to regret such things later). All in all, she was happy with what she had taught herself.

Xrystiana Calidon - 
Sonaj Calidon - 
Selwyn Farrar - 
[[Ceithil Sathiern]]- 
[[Cyriac Sathiern]] - 
Halaine - 
[[Analeil Iethil]] - 
[[Rhumor Kemp]] - 
Styl’a Jakkya - 
[[Kirin'th Ziphaere]] - 
[[Aiden Ras'vanae]] - 
[[Terran Rennatta]] - 
[[Aeditha Lannis]] - 
[[Seda'li Dhen]] - 
[[Saithe Blackvale]] - 
[[Arken Rennatta]] - 

==Possessions==

WIP

[[Category: Player Character]]
[[Category: Balmung]]
[[Category: Hyur]]
[[Category: Ishgardian]]
[[Category: WIP]]

Pamina Calidon

2020-01-12T04:19:05Z

Analeil:

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2020-01-12T04:18:50Z

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2020-01-12T04:18:30Z

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Pamina Calidon

2020-01-12T04:12:08Z

Analeil: Analeil moved page U'mina Vheksir to Pamina Calidon over redirect: ...see previous stupid stuff.

U'mina Vheksir

2020-01-12T04:12:08Z

Analeil: Analeil moved page U'mina Vheksir to Pamina Calidon over redirect: ...see previous stupid stuff.

#REDIRECT [[Pamina Calidon]]

Pamina Calidon

2020-01-12T04:11:31Z

Analeil:

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2020-01-12T04:09:04Z

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Pamina Calidon

2019-12-10T17:17:53Z

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2019-12-10T17:16:19Z

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Pamina Calidon

2019-12-01T10:27:21Z

Analeil: Analeil moved page Pamina Calidon to U'mina Vheksir over redirect: Total character remake and I'm indecisive.

Pamina Calidon

2019-12-01T10:26:46Z

Analeil:

Pamina Calidon

2019-09-15T22:36:58Z

Analeil:

Pamina Calidon

2019-09-09T04:10:39Z

Analeil: /* History */

Pamina Calidon

2019-09-09T04:09:30Z

Analeil: /* Relationships */

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2019-09-08T16:25:56Z

Analeil:

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Pamina Calidon

2019-09-08T16:21:13Z

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2019-09-04T10:37:53Z

Analeil:

Pamina Calidon

2019-09-04T10:33:00Z

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2019-09-04T05:19:41Z

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2019-09-04T05:03:12Z

Analeil: Analeil moved page U'mina Vheksir to Pamina Calidon over redirect: Total character remake and I'm indecisive.

[[Category:Characters]]

{| border=1 align=right cellpadding=4 cellspacing=0 width=270 style="margin: 0.5em 0 1em 1em; background: White; border: 1px #aaaaaa solid; border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 90%;"
|+<big>'''U'mina Vheksir</big>
| colspan=2 style="text-align: left; background: White" |
{| align=center
| [[File:Paminaheadshot.png |300px]]
|}
|-
|'''Player:'''
| [[User:Analeil|Analeil]]
|-
| '''Full Name:'''
| U'mina Alyrith Farrarr (née Vheksir)
|-
| '''Titles held:'''
| The Widowmaker, The Weapon, the Desert Rose
|-
| '''Age:'''
| 19
|-
| '''Race:'''
| Seeker of the Sun
|-
| '''Eye Colour:'''
| Light gold
|-
| '''Hair:'''
| Deep black, sometimes accented with different colors.
|-
| '''Skin Tone:'''
| Tan.
|-
| '''Height:'''
| 5'3"
|-
| '''Weight:'''
| 147lbs
|-
| '''Scars, tattoos, etc'''
| Multiple piercings in her ears, one in her tongue, one in her navel, and two she doesn't talk about. Several long, fading scars across her back.
|-
| '''Occupation:'''
| Courtesan. Assassin.
|-
| '''Marital Status:'''
| Single.
|-
| '''Alignment:'''
| Lawful Evil.
|-
| '''Face Claim:'''
| Eiza Gonzalez.
|-
| '''Theme:'''
| [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3K-jHgQIAZ8 Pamina's Theme]
|-
|}

''The shrieking and the slamming around ceased entirely just before he managed to finally break the door open. He expected the worst, but what he found was her perched on the edge of one of the chairs, her guards slain around her. He would never forget the way she smiled at him, how it wasn't joyous, but a cruel upturn of her lips, nearly a snarl. He would never forget the glint in those glowing eyes. He would never forget the way she licked the blood off of clawed fingers as she spoke.''
''"How terribly fortunate I am that you were here to rescue me."'' 

== History==
 <big>'''Early Life'''</big> 
From an extremely early age, it was very apparent that U'mina had an innate affinity for all things magic. It thrilled her mother, who spent most of her time doting upon her daughter and honing her craft. She made U'mina swear to keep her skills a secret, warning her that if ever she was discovered, someone might try to take her away from her family. The young Seeker believed her mother, and so she kept quiet.

On a visit to Ul’dah, U'mina met a little boy of no more than five or six with tanned skin, messy brown hair, unkempt clothes, and dark eyes. The two became fast friends, racing and playing through the streets and giggling their cares away. One day, upon another visit, U'mina showed him her gift. It was nothing spectacular, no more than a makeshift, flaming butterfly floating high into the night sky before disappearing into smoke. He was impressed, thrilled.

The little boy turned up in the sewers not a day later, cold, pale, and dead. U'mina never shared her gift again.

Born to Vheksir Nunh and U'nali Ruxho, U'mina was not Vheksir’s first-born, but was U'nali’s. Through Vheksir, U'mina shared several half-siblings, but she never once learned the identity of them. But her mother... From her sun-kissed skin, to her raven hair, to her striking, golden eyes, U'mina could have been U'nali in her younger years several times over, and that was precisely what U'nali hoped for. U;mina was U'nali's second chance, a rebirth, even if the notion was beyond unfair to her daughter. U'nali taught U'mina a way of life outside of the Forgotten Springs at a very young age. She taught her how to weave her own clothes, to steal from certain merchants when they weren’t looking, to cry and lie on the streets until some unaware, concerned passerby came close enough for her to steal his riches and run off. She was everything U'nali wanted and more, but still, not quite enough.

As U'mina grew, so did her beauty, affinity for magic, and her skills for subterfuge. U'nali saw naught more than gil when she looked at her daughter, and so her intentions for the girl changed. On top of her tutoring in magic, she began to groom her. She taught her how to play at nobility, to sew finer clothes, to earn the attention of more than the common street rat. U'mina followed her mother’s instruction to a T, raking in gil for the two of them until they could uproot themselves from their tiny hovel in the Springs to a rather lavish home in Ul'dah.

On the eve of her fifteenth birthday, U'mina and her mother were invited to masquerade ball hosted by the Farrar family. She was introduced to all of them and left with the eldest son, Selwyn, while U'nali and his mother ventured off to talk. The two spent the evening talking and dancing. By the time the night was over, U'mina was absolutely smitten.

A good thing, that. She awoke the next morning to her finest clothes laid out at the foot of her bed and all of her belongings packed into bags on the floor. She was leaving, her mother told her. She was to be married.

She was to be Selwyn Farrar’s bride.

 <big>'''Tutilage'''</big> 
It felt like time flew while U'mina lived under the Farrarr's roof. The two were not married immediately, for his mother and father were insistent that despite her appearance and skills, U'mina still needed certain training and education before she could be truly introduced as their son's bride. They hired a tutor by the name of [[Ceithil Sathiern]], who taught her everything from history to arithmatic to how to entertain the finest of visiting nobility. He awakened in her a love for all sorts of literature, whether it was fiction or non-fiction. He taught her to dance, which caused her to research all forms of dance across the Shard. 
The two became friends, somewhat. U'mina eventually felt comfortable enough with Ceithil to confide in him about her gift for magic, and what had happened to the small boy she had met in her earlier years. Rather than spurn her, Ceithil began helping her hone her skills in private. He also taught her the art of swordplay, of subterfuge, of thingers darker in nature that U'mina had no business knowing anything about. She did not rebel against his teachings, only stored them away in the back of her mind. Perhaps she would need them someday. 
They began introducing her to friends and extended family, inviting her to parties, and even through balls in hers and Selwyn's honor to announce their engagement. U'mina was thrown into the lavish life and practically drowned in it. 
Just after her sixteenth birthday, she and Selwyn were wed. His parents did away with her tutor, who bestowed upon her a ring as a wedding gift, and that's when things turned upside down.

==Relationships==

WIP
Vheksir Nunh - 
U'nali Ruxho - 
Selwyn Farrarr - 
Lodi'a Qedge - 
X'sehk Tia - 
[[Ceithil Sathiern]]- 
[[Analeil Iethil]] - 
[[Rhumor Kemp]] - 
[[Kirin'th Ziphaere]] - 

==Possessions==

WIP

[[Category: Player Character]]
[[Category: Balmung]]
[[Category: Miqo'te]]
[[Category:Miqo'te Seeker of the Sun]]
[[Category: WIP]]

Pamina Calidon

2019-08-20T04:16:13Z

Analeil:

[[Category:Characters]]

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|+<big>'''U'mina Vheksir</big>
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|-
|'''Player:'''
| [[User:Analeil|Analeil]]
|-
| '''Full Name:'''
| U'mina Alyrith Farrarr (née Vheksir)
|-
| '''Titles held:'''
| The Widowmaker, The Weapon, the Desert Rose
|-
| '''Age:'''
| 19
|-
| '''Race:'''
| Seeker of the Sun
|-
| '''Eye Colour:'''
| Light gold
|-
| '''Hair:'''
| Deep black, sometimes accented with different colors.
|-
| '''Skin Tone:'''
| Tan.
|-
| '''Height:'''
| 5'3"
|-
| '''Weight:'''
| 147lbs
|-
| '''Scars, tattoos, etc'''
| Multiple piercings in her ears, one in her tongue, one in her navel, and two she doesn't talk about. Several long, fading scars across her back.
|-
| '''Occupation:'''
| Courtesan. Assassin.
|-
| '''Marital Status:'''
| Single.
|-
| '''Alignment:'''
| Lawful Evil.
|-
| '''Face Claim:'''
| Eiza Gonzalez.
|-
| '''Theme:'''
| [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3K-jHgQIAZ8 Pamina's Theme]
|-
|}

''The shrieking and the slamming around ceased entirely just before he managed to finally break the door open. He expected the worst, but what he found was her perched on the edge of one of the chairs, her guards slain around her. He would never forget the way she smiled at him, how it wasn't joyous, but a cruel upturn of her lips, nearly a snarl. He would never forget the glint in those glowing eyes. He would never forget the way she licked the blood off of clawed fingers as she spoke.''
''"How terribly fortunate I am that you were here to rescue me."'' 

== History==
 <big>'''Early Life'''</big> 
From an extremely early age, it was very apparent that U'mina had an innate affinity for all things magic. It thrilled her mother, who spent most of her time doting upon her daughter and honing her craft. She made U'mina swear to keep her skills a secret, warning her that if ever she was discovered, someone might try to take her away from her family. The young Seeker believed her mother, and so she kept quiet.

On a visit to Ul’dah, U'mina met a little boy of no more than five or six with tanned skin, messy brown hair, unkempt clothes, and dark eyes. The two became fast friends, racing and playing through the streets and giggling their cares away. One day, upon another visit, U'mina showed him her gift. It was nothing spectacular, no more than a makeshift, flaming butterfly floating high into the night sky before disappearing into smoke. He was impressed, thrilled.

The little boy turned up in the sewers not a day later, cold, pale, and dead. U'mina never shared her gift again.

Born to Vheksir Nunh and U'nali Ruxho, U'mina was not Vheksir’s first-born, but was U'nali’s. Through Vheksir, U'mina shared several half-siblings, but she never once learned the identity of them. But her mother... From her sun-kissed skin, to her raven hair, to her striking, golden eyes, U'mina could have been U'nali in her younger years several times over, and that was precisely what U'nali hoped for. U;mina was U'nali's second chance, a rebirth, even if the notion was beyond unfair to her daughter. U'nali taught U'mina a way of life outside of the Forgotten Springs at a very young age. She taught her how to weave her own clothes, to steal from certain merchants when they weren’t looking, to cry and lie on the streets until some unaware, concerned passerby came close enough for her to steal his riches and run off. She was everything U'nali wanted and more, but still, not quite enough.

As U'mina grew, so did her beauty, affinity for magic, and her skills for subterfuge. U'nali saw naught more than gil when she looked at her daughter, and so her intentions for the girl changed. On top of her tutoring in magic, she began to groom her. She taught her how to play at nobility, to sew finer clothes, to earn the attention of more than the common street rat. U'mina followed her mother’s instruction to a T, raking in gil for the two of them until they could uproot themselves from their tiny hovel in the Springs to a rather lavish home in Ul'dah.

On the eve of her fifteenth birthday, U'mina and her mother were invited to masquerade ball hosted by the Farrar family. She was introduced to all of them and left with the eldest son, Selwyn, while U'nali and his mother ventured off to talk. The two spent the evening talking and dancing. By the time the night was over, U'mina was absolutely smitten.

A good thing, that. She awoke the next morning to her finest clothes laid out at the foot of her bed and all of her belongings packed into bags on the floor. She was leaving, her mother told her. She was to be married.

She was to be Selwyn Farrar’s bride.

 <big>'''Tutilage'''</big> 
It felt like time flew while U'mina lived under the Farrarr's roof. The two were not married immediately, for his mother and father were insistent that despite her appearance and skills, U'mina still needed certain training and education before she could be truly introduced as their son's bride. They hired a tutor by the name of [[Ceithil Sathiern]], who taught her everything from history to arithmatic to how to entertain the finest of visiting nobility. He awakened in her a love for all sorts of literature, whether it was fiction or non-fiction. He taught her to dance, which caused her to research all forms of dance across the Shard. 
The two became friends, somewhat. U'mina eventually felt comfortable enough with Ceithil to confide in him about her gift for magic, and what had happened to the small boy she had met in her earlier years. Rather than spurn her, Ceithil began helping her hone her skills in private. He also taught her the art of swordplay, of subterfuge, of thingers darker in nature that U'mina had no business knowing anything about. She did not rebel against his teachings, only stored them away in the back of her mind. Perhaps she would need them someday. 
They began introducing her to friends and extended family, inviting her to parties, and even through balls in hers and Selwyn's honor to announce their engagement. U'mina was thrown into the lavish life and practically drowned in it. 
Just after her sixteenth birthday, she and Selwyn were wed. His parents did away with her tutor, who bestowed upon her a ring as a wedding gift, and that's when things turned upside down.

==Relationships==

WIP
Vheksir Nunh - 
U'nali Ruxho - 
Selwyn Farrarr - 
Lodi'a Qedge - 
X'sehk Tia - 
[[Ceithil Sathiern]]- 
[[Analeil Iethil]] - 
[[Rhumor Kemp]] - 
[[Kirin'th Ziphaere]] - 

==Possessions==

WIP

[[Category: Player Character]]
[[Category: Balmung]]
[[Category: Miqo'te]]
[[Category:Miqo'te Seeker of the Sun]]
[[Category: WIP]]

Pamina Calidon

2019-08-19T14:16:09Z

Analeil:

Terran Rennatta

2019-08-14T08:43:24Z

Analeil:

Terran Rennatta

2019-08-14T08:29:47Z

Analeil:

Terran Rennatta

2019-08-14T08:28:54Z

Analeil: