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<p>B'habra: </p> <hr /> <div><br /> <br /> =Basic Information=<br /> <br /> {{Infobox-character<br /> | name = Tahla'ra Molkot<br /> | image = Tahla'ra wiki.PNG<br /> | imagewidth = 250<br /> | caption = <br /> | title = &quot;Let your heart ache for other people, but never let it bleed. Eventually, you'll run dry.&quot; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;<br /> | gender = Male<br /> | citizenship = Limsa Lominsa/Gridania<br /> | race = Miqo'te<br /> | clan = Keeper of the Moon<br /> | stat_1 = Age<br /> | stat_1_value = 24<br /> | stat_2 = Occupation<br /> | stat_2_value = Lancer/Miner<br /> | stat_3 = Orientation<br /> | stat_3_value = Unknown<br /> | stat_4 = Alignment<br /> | stat_4_value = Chaotic Neutral<br /> | stat_5 = Affiliation<br /> | stat_5_value = Maelstrom, The 81st Foreign Levy.<br /> | stat_6 = <br /> | stat_6_value = <br /> }}<br /> <br /> &lt;h3&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;mw-headline&quot; id=&quot;General&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia;padding:10px 15px; background:#0bb6ef;font-size:16px;color:#ffffff; text-shadow: 1px 1px 3px silver;letter-spacing:0.2em;&quot;&gt;&lt;center&gt;GENERAL INFORMATION&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt; <br /> <br /> &lt;p&gt;&lt;font style=&quot;color:#HIGHLIGHT COLOR;&quot; size=&quot;2&quot; family=&quot;Georgia&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tahla’ra Molkot &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt; '''(Pronunciation''': Ta-luh-rah''')''', Tahla'ra's origins lie deep within the hooded boughs of the Black Shroud, like many Keepers before him. Unlike most keepers, though, he tends to prefer the vibrancy and life of the inner city, spending most of his time amongst the shops, homes and transportation systems of Gridania and Limsa Lominsa, and is a frequent barfly around many of the establishments in the latter city. <br /> <br /> He is confirmed to have spent several years in the mountains of Coerthas, though refuses to make substantial comment on his activities during this period. Finding a home amongst the sailors of Limsa Lominsa- where strength and skill is respected above all else, he volunteered for service with the Maelstrom, and ascended to the rank of Chief Storm Sergeant by the time of his twenty-fourth name day. Oddly, he left the Maelstrom under mysterious circumstances to pursue adventurer's work, though his current posting - the 81st Foreign Levy- has still left him tied to the organization in some respects.&lt;/p&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;h3&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;mw-headline&quot; id=&quot;General&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia;padding:10px 15px; background:#0bb6ef;font-size:16px;color:#ffffff; text-shadow: 1px 1px 3px silver;letter-spacing:0.2em;&quot;&gt;&lt;center&gt;APPEARANCE&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt; <br /> <br /> &lt;p&gt;Tahla’ra stands unusually tall for a Miqo’te Keeper, being at equal height with many Midlander Hyur-folk. His body is supremely athletic and thoroughly muscled, but also scarred and pitted from a life of battle. Several prominent marks run along his back, stretching from shoulder to hip, indicative of an attack from a large animal of some sort. His hair is neatly shorn, though he laments the bangs that refuse to cooperate with the rest. His eyes are a deep, glacial blue, and his hair is naturally streaked with white despite his insistence upon dying it blue on occassion. Oddly, for a Miqo'te, he bears no tattoos or other tribal markings.&lt;/p&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;h3&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;mw-headline&quot; id=&quot;General&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia;padding:10px 15px; background:#0bb6ef;font-size:16px;color:#ffffff; text-shadow: 1px 1px 3px silver;letter-spacing:0.2em;&quot;&gt;&lt;center&gt;PERSONALITY&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt; <br /> <br /> &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Swift. Refined. &lt;i&gt;Precise.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Tahla’ra’s preference for the spear and lance is not simply a choice of weapon, it is a symbol of his personality; unyielding, flashy and bold, but also inflexible and prideful. He tends to keep his true thoughts to himself, disguising his reserved nature with polite, friendly and affable chatter, though he has no qualms with revealing his sharp academic mind with intelligent conversation and debate on a diverse array of subjects.&lt;/p&gt; <br /> <br /> &lt;div align=center&gt;&lt;table style=&quot;position:center; table-layout:fixed&quot; width=&quot;75%&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;tr&gt;<br /> &lt;td style=&quot;vertical-align: top;font-size:9pt;font-family:Georgia;&quot;&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;mw-headline&quot; id=&quot;LIKES&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;div style=&quot;padding:10px 10px;background:#056889;font-size:14px;color:#ffffff;text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px silver;letter-spacing:0.2em;font-family:Georgia;&quot;&gt;&lt;center&gt;LIKES&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;<br /> &lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia;padding:10px 15px 10px; background: #e0e2e5;&quot;&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Challenges&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;<br /> &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Loyalty&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;<br /> &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Precision&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;<br /> &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Boldness&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;<br /> &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Humility&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;<br /> &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dedication&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;<br /> &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fine food &amp; restaurants&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;<br /> &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Chocobos&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;<br /> &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Academia &amp; Artistry&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;<br /> &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quality Craftsmanship&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> &lt;/td&gt;<br /> &lt;td style=&quot;vertical-align: top;font-size:9pt;font-family:Georgia;&quot;&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;mw-headline&quot; id=&quot;DISLIKES&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;mw-headline&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;div style=&quot;padding:10px 10px;background:#056889;font-size:14px;color:#ffffff;text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px silver;letter-spacing:0.2em;font-family:Georgia;&quot;&gt;&lt;center&gt;DISLIKES&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;<br /> &lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia;padding:10px 15px 10px; background: #eeeeee;&quot;&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Laziness&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;<br /> &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Betrayal&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;<br /> &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cowardice&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;<br /> &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hubris&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;<br /> &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Corruption &amp; Incompetent Leadership&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;<br /> &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spoiled or Wasted Food&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;<br /> &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt; Pointless Clutter &amp; Messiness&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;<br /> &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Poachers&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;<br /> &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Being Stereotyped&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;<br /> &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Prying Questions&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;<br /> &lt;/div&gt;<br /> &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;vertical-align: top;font-size:9pt;font-family:Georgia;&quot;&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;mw-headline&quot; id=&quot;STRENGTHS&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;mw-headline&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;div style=&quot;padding:10px 10px; background:#056889;font-size:14px;color:#ffffff;text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px silver;letter-spacing:0.2em;font-family:Georgia;&quot;&gt;&lt;center&gt;STRENGTHS&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;<br /> &lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia;padding:10px 15px 10px; background: #e0e2e5;&quot;&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Inquisitiveness - &lt;/b&gt;His curiosity is without bounds, encouraging him to actively seek out new information. He is willing to spend the time it takes to perform adequate research regarding a topic that interests him, and present his findings accordingly when required.&lt;/p&gt;<br /> &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Panache - &lt;/b&gt;His social graces and skills are refined and erudite, he is often charming and affable to almost everyone he meets. He moves and fights with a sense of style and fluidity all his own.&lt;/p&gt;<br /> &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Focus - &lt;/b&gt;His discipline and work ethic are formidable indeed. His personal exercise routine has been described as nothing short of brutal, and he has maintained it since well before his Maelstrom days.&lt;/p&gt;<br /> &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Physical Conditioning - &lt;/b&gt; Tahla'ra's self-imposed exercise regimen has left him in good physical condition. He is strong, healthy and enduring like any other athlete thanks to his hours of hard work and discipline. He has been known to arm-wrestle veteran Roegadyn marauders and put up a good challenge, sometimes even proving victorious on his best days.&lt;/p&gt;<br /> &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Agility - &lt;/b&gt;Tahla’s ability to move is that of an athletic, healthy Moon Keeper male.&lt;/p&gt;<br /> &lt;/div&gt;<br /> &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;vertical-align: top;font-size:9pt;font-family:Georgia;&quot;&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;mw-headline&quot; id=&quot;WEAKNESSES&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;mw-headline&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;div style=&quot;padding:10px 10px; background:#056889;font-size:14px;color:#ffffff;text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px silver;letter-spacing:0.2em;font-family:Georgia;&quot;&gt;&lt;center&gt;WEAKNESSES&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;<br /> &lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia;padding:10px 15px 10px; background: #eeeeee;&quot;&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Obsession&lt;/b&gt; His single-minded dedication to his goals can easily spiral into all-consuming mania if allowed to go unchecked. It is not unknown to find him pursuing an objective to the point of physical and mental trauma if not curtailed by an outside force, and sometimes not even then.&lt;/p&gt;<br /> &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Insularity&lt;/b&gt; His reserved nature often makes it difficult for him to interact beyond shallow, surface-level banter with other people. Moving beyond his ‘shield’ is difficult, even with those who consider themselves close to him. He frequently disguises his insecurity with the appearance of refined manners, often reaching unpleasant-snob levels of posh.&lt;/p&gt;<br /> &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Life of an Outsider&lt;/b&gt; His strange diurnal lifestyle, sunkissed skin, preference for loud, bustling cities and untraditional mode of speech and bearing has not endeared him to many of the Miqo’te that live a more traditionalist lifestyle in the Black Shroud. More than one has refused to associate with him, labeling him an &quot;unclean, clanless misfit.&quot;&lt;/p&gt;<br /> &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Magical Ineptitude&lt;/b&gt; Whether by lack of aptitude or lack of interest, Tahla’ra has no advanced magical skill whatsoever, and has not shown any inclination towards improving himself in this area. All available evidence suggests that he just doesn't have the aptitude for magic.&lt;/p&gt;<br /> &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Abysmal Cooking Skills&lt;/b&gt; Every attempt Tahla'ra has ever made to create something edible using a recipe more complex than a sandwich's has resulted in someone- usually himself- sustaining disfiguring injury. Tahla'ra has literally boiled the skin off of his own arms making soup. Just don't do it.&lt;/p&gt;<br /> &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lethal Green Thumb&lt;/b&gt; Your plants will die if you ask him to take care of them, mostly out of sheer horror at the prospect.&lt;/p&gt;<br /> &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pompous, Arrogant Arse&lt;/b&gt; For all his attempts to be the perfect gentleman, Tahla'ra can sometimes take it too far. His skill and good fortune are genuine, but so is the arrogance, preachiness and general sense of superiority common to men his age. He means well, but he can be a right arrogant dick sometimes. Possibly a defense mechanism.&lt;/p&gt;<br /> &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Inferiority Superiority Complex/Showoff&lt;/b&gt; Due to being the only non-magical member of his family, Tahla'ra has always felt as though he must continually prove himself to be their equal, leading him to desire approval, attention and respect from just about everyone he meets as a substitute for the people whose accolades he truly seeks. He tends to try and earn this by putting his talents on display in an attempt to appear confident and in control, a person to be admired. Ironically, this often drives people away instead.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> <br /> <br /> &lt;h3&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;mw-headline&quot; id=&quot;General&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia;padding:10px 15px; background:#0bb6ef;font-size:16px;color:#ffffff; text-shadow: 1px 1px 3px silver;letter-spacing:0.2em;&quot;&gt;&lt;center&gt;CURRENT INVENTORY&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt; <br /> <br /> &lt;center&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is a list of the items that CHARACTER currently is keeping on THEIR person. Feel free to use this information if it comes up logically in the course of RP, such as pickpocketing, a search, etc.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/center&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;center&gt; &lt;b&gt;Last Updated:&lt;/b&gt; 04/17/2017 &lt;/center&gt;<br /> <br /> <br /> ::* &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Titanium Lance - Ishgardian Style:&lt;/b&gt; A simple, yet effective lance. Polished white at the tip, with a strong staff and a black leather grip in the middle of the haft. &lt;/p&gt;<br /> ::* &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Plate &amp; mail with face mask - Painted black to inhibit rust:&lt;/b&gt; A simple suit of armor purchased soon after Tahla'ra's discharge from the Maelstrom. &lt;/p&gt;<br /> ::* &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sketchbook/Travel journal &amp; Quill with ink:&lt;/b&gt; Tahla'ra can frequently be seen drawing in its pages. &lt;/p&gt;<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> &lt;h3&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;mw-headline&quot; id=&quot;General&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia;padding:10px 15px; background:#0bb6ef;font-size:16px;color:#ffffff; text-shadow: 1px 1px 3px silver;letter-spacing:0.2em;&quot;&gt;&lt;center&gt;MISCELLANEOUS INFORMATION&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt; <br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;English Voice Claim: Ewan McGregor&lt;/b&gt;: [https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/7/75/Ewan_McGregor_Cannes_2012.jpg Ewan McGregor].&lt;/p&gt;<br /> &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Japanese Voice Claim: Shin-ichiro Miki&lt;/b&gt;: [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=E-KKFKzx5Rk].&lt;/p&gt;<br /> &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Soundtrack Playlist&lt;/b&gt;: [https://play.spotify.com/user/steviebbq/playlist/65w5QWoOQAjHZfaUJLmtDG Playlist]<br /> <br /> =Combat &amp; Weapons=<br /> <br /> &lt;h3&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;mw-headline&quot; id=&quot;General&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia;padding:10px 15px; background:#0bb6ef;font-size:16px;color:#ffffff; text-shadow: 1px 1px 3px silver;letter-spacing:0.2em;&quot;&gt;&lt;center&gt;COMBAT &amp; WEAPONRY&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt; <br /> <br /> First learning to wield the lance out of a desire to emulate- and then outdo- the Woodwailers, he has been equipped with one nearly all his life. His combat style is a blend of traditional lance work- fighting in a shield formation, aiming towards weak points in an enemy’s defenses, attacking from chocoback during a charge, etc- and staff fighting, often twirling the weapon in a complex series of twists and arcs to both confuse and concuss an opponent with the haft, or delivery slashing damage dependent upon his particular choice of polearm at the time.<br /> <br /> <br /> &lt;div align=center&gt;&lt;table style=&quot;position:center; table-layout:fixed&quot; width=&quot;75%&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;tr&gt;<br /> &lt;td style=&quot;vertical-align: top;font-size:9pt;font-family:Georgia;&quot;&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;mw-headline&quot; id=&quot;WEAPON&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;div style=&quot;padding:10px 10px;background:#056889;font-size:14px;color:#ffffff;text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px silver;letter-spacing:0.2em;font-family:Georgia;&quot;&gt;&lt;center&gt;Lance&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;<br /> &lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia;padding:10px 15px 10px; background: #e0e2e5;&quot;&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tahla’ra’s current favorite is a simple Ishgardian-styled thrusting lance with a white titanium head, though he also owns at least one other weapon in the form of a nameless Doman naginata.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> &lt;/td&gt;<br /> &lt;td style=&quot;vertical-align: top;font-size:9pt;font-family:Georgia;&quot;&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;mw-headline&quot; id=&quot;WEAPON&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;mw-headline&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;div style=&quot;padding:10px 10px;background:#056889;font-size:14px;color:#ffffff;text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px silver;letter-spacing:0.2em;font-family:Georgia;&quot;&gt;&lt;center&gt;Axe&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;<br /> &lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia;padding:10px 15px 10px; background: #eeeeee;&quot;&gt;&lt;p&gt;In military life, the unexpected often happens- usually when one doesn’t want it to- so it made sense to Tahla’ra to learn how to wield something besides the lance with at least basic proficiency. Given that he resides in the home city of the famed Marauders Guild, it only seemed right to pick this as his secondary weapon.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;vertical-align: top;font-size:9pt;font-family:Georgia;&quot;&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;mw-headline&quot; id=&quot;WEAPON&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;mw-headline&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;div style=&quot;padding:10px 10px; background:#056889;font-size:14px;color:#ffffff;text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px silver;letter-spacing:0.2em;font-family:Georgia;&quot;&gt;&lt;center&gt;Pugilism&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;<br /> &lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia;padding:10px 15px 10px; background: #e0e2e5;&quot;&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tahla'ra studies pugilism underneath the powerful fist of L'sia Bennet, honing is skills as a hand to hand fighter and incorporating several martial arts tactics and strategies into his general fighting style.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;vertical-align: top;font-size:9pt;font-family:Georgia;&quot;&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;mw-headline&quot; id=&quot;WEAPON&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;mw-headline&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;div style=&quot;padding:10px 10px; background:#056889;font-size:14px;color:#ffffff;text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px silver;letter-spacing:0.2em;font-family:Georgia;&quot;&gt;&lt;center&gt;Bow&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;<br /> &lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia;padding:10px 15px 10px; background: #eeeeee;&quot;&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tahla'ra has been accepted as a student of archery by R'miah Tosh. Though he is new to the use of such weapons, he has dedicated himself to learning everything he can from his new teacher.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;vertical-align: top;font-size:9pt;font-family:Georgia;&quot;&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;mw-headline&quot; id=&quot;WEAPON&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;mw-headline&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;div style=&quot;padding:10px 10px;background:#056889;font-size:14px;color:#ffffff;text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px silver;letter-spacing:0.2em;font-family:Georgia;&quot;&gt;&lt;center&gt;Swords&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;<br /> &lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia;padding:10px 15px 10px; background: #eeeeee;&quot;&gt;&lt;p&gt;Onuma Ahntifi has agreed to teach Tahla'ra the use of blades, focusing his education on the greatsword and wielding a longsword in conjunction with a shield. As a consequence, Tahla'ra is becoming more familiar with the use of heavier armor so that he can protect himself better while using such weapons.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> &lt;td style=&quot;vertical-align: top;font-size:9pt;font-family:Georgia;&quot;&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;mw-headline&quot; id=&quot;WEAPON&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;mw-headline&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;div style=&quot;padding:10px 10px;background:#056889;font-size:14px;color:#ffffff;text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px silver;letter-spacing:0.2em;font-family:Georgia;&quot;&gt;&lt;center&gt;Aether Weapons&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;<br /> &lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia;padding:10px 15px 10px; background: #eeeeee;&quot;&gt;&lt;p&gt;After receiving the Echo, Tahla'ra has developed the ability to project his aether into solid, ice-aspected constructs that he can use as weapons, as well as for other purposes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> &lt;h3&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;mw-headline&quot; id=&quot;General&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia;padding:10px 15px; background:#0bb6ef;font-size:16px;color:#ffffff; text-shadow: 1px 1px 3px silver;letter-spacing:0.2em;&quot;&gt;&lt;center&gt;EXPERIENCE LOG&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt; <br /> <br /> &lt;center&gt;Here is a list of recent and/or notable fights, roleplay scenes, etc. that Tahla'ra has been a part of. This list is by no means all inclusive, and serves more as a general reference as to what HE/SHE has been up to.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/center&gt;<br /> <br /> <br /> * &lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia; font-size:12px&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ravana (10/18/2016) :&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;Primal Glaives.&lt;/i&gt; Tahla'ra's first real action with the 81st came when the Company's chief mender, Noor Falma, was kidnapped by the Gnath of Loth Ast Gnath in the Dravanian Forelands. In a desperate bid to rescue their friend and ally, the 81st assaulted the compound and cut a bloody swatch through the bug-men, using a derelict tunnel that ran beneath the compound. During the course of the battle, the Primal Ravana was summoned, and the Echo-blessed members of the 81st were forced to slay him in combat. During the battle, the primal struck a serious blow against the lancer, smashing his cheek bones and leaving his face in a poor state. The 81st defeated Ravana, and Tahla'ra was examined and expected to make a full recovery with time.&lt;/div&gt;<br /> <br /> <br /> =History=<br /> <br /> <br /> &lt;h3&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;mw-headline&quot; id=&quot;General&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia;padding:10px 15px; background:#0bb6ef;font-size:16px;color:#ffffff; text-shadow: 1px 1px 3px silver;letter-spacing:0.2em;&quot;&gt;&lt;center&gt;RECENT HISTORY&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt; <br /> <br /> Tahla’ra’s time with the 81st Foreign Levy has not been lengthy at all, though it has certainly been eventful. Participating in several social events and minor skirmishes, he has managed to avoid serious injury, and performed his duties competently. <br /> <br /> Making friends among the 81st seems to have gone well for him, becoming acquainted with The Captain, the Lieutenants, some of the medical staff and a few members of the group’s resident stealth-operations team.&lt;/p&gt;<br /> <br /> <br /> &lt;p&gt;Tahla'ra has begun to worry that his attitude and self-perceived success is becoming a liability, rather than an asset. His showboating habits, inclination towards rash action and self-righteousness have left a sour taste in his mouth regarding his interaction with some of the more level-headed members of the Company. He has recently taken to reflecting on this, trying to discipline himself into stepping back, observing and listening more than he speaks and encouraging others to take their rightful turns in the spotlight.&lt;/p&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;p&gt; 4/14/2017 Tahla'ra has spent nearly nine moons with the Free Company, and has done a great deal in that short amount of time. From joining and then being relieved of duty with the unit's special ops team, RICO, to facing down the corpse of his deceased mother and aunt alongside his cousin Onuma in the depths of the Palace of the Dead, life has been hectic for the Miqo'te, but the challenge to survive and succeed where others would quit has only invigorated him.&lt;/p&gt;<br /> <br /> <br /> =Relationships=<br /> <br /> &lt;h3&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;mw-headline&quot; id=&quot;General&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia;padding:10px 15px; background:#0bb6ef;font-size:16px;color:#ffffff; text-shadow: 1px 1px 3px silver;letter-spacing:0.2em;&quot;&gt;&lt;center&gt;RELATIONSHIPS&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt; <br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> {| class=&quot;wikitable&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; cellspacing=&quot;1&quot; cellpadding=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; width: 60%; text-align: center; vertical-align: middle;&quot;<br /> |- style=&quot;background-color: #LEGEND COLOR; color: #ffffff;&quot;<br /> | &lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia; background:#056889;font-size:12px;color:#ffffff; text-shadow: 1px 1px 3px silver;letter-spacing:0.2em;&quot;&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;B&gt;RELATIONSHIP STATUS LEGEND&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> |- style=&quot;background-color: #d9dee6;&quot;<br /> | &lt;font style=&quot;color:#F02311;&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;♥&lt;/font&gt; Romantic Attraction &lt;font style=&quot;color:#6b6e72;&quot; size=&quot;1&quot;&gt;–&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font style=&quot;color:#000000;&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;♥&lt;/font&gt; Physical Attraction &lt;font style=&quot;color:#6b6e72;&quot; size=&quot;1&quot;&gt;–&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font style=&quot;color:#FA70BC;&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;♥&lt;/font&gt; Platonic Love &lt;font style=&quot;color:#6b6e72;&quot; size=&quot;1&quot;&gt;–&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font style=&quot;color:#CD950C;&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;$&lt;/font&gt; Business &lt;font style=&quot;color:#6b6e72;&quot; size=&quot;1&quot;&gt;–&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font style=&quot;color:#000000;&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;❖&lt;/font&gt; Deceased &lt;font style=&quot;color:#6b6e72;&quot; size=&quot;1&quot;&gt;–&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font style=&quot;color:#6B8E23;&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;✔&lt;/font&gt; Positive &lt;font style=&quot;color:#6b6e72;&quot; size=&quot;1&quot;&gt;–&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font style=&quot;color:#C24640;&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;✖&lt;/font&gt; Negative &lt;font style=&quot;color:#6b6e72;&quot; size=&quot;1&quot;&gt;–&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font style=&quot;color:#6b6e72;&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;●&lt;/font&gt; Neutral &lt;font style=&quot;color:#6b6e72;&quot; size=&quot;1&quot;&gt;–&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font style=&quot;color:#000000;&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;🔃&lt;/font&gt; Unsure &lt;font style=&quot;color:#6b6e72;&quot; size=&quot;1&quot;&gt;–&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font style=&quot;color:#c5a541;&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;🔒&lt;/font&gt; Trust <br /> &lt;font style=&quot;color:#6b6e72;&quot; size=&quot;1&quot;&gt;–&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font style=&quot;color:#EBC2FF;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;♥&lt;/font&gt; Crushing<br /> |}<br /> <br /> <br /> &lt;h3&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;mw-headline&quot; id=&quot;General&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia;padding:10px 15px; background:#0bb6ef;font-size:16px;color:#ffffff; text-shadow: 1px 1px 3px silver;letter-spacing:0.2em;&quot;&gt;&lt;center&gt;FAMILY &amp; TRIBE&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt; <br /> <br /> &lt;center&gt;These are mostly backstory-related relationships.&lt;/center&gt;<br /> <br /> {| class=&quot;wikitable alphabetical&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; cellspacing=&quot;1&quot; cellpadding=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; width: 80%; text-align: center; vertical-align: middle;&quot;<br /> |- style=&quot;background-color: #LEGEND COLOR; color: #ffffff;&quot;<br /> | &lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia; background:#056889;font-size:12px;color:#ffffff; text-shadow: 1px 1px 3px silver;letter-spacing:0.2em;&quot;&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;B&gt;LIST OF FAMILY MEMBERS&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> &lt;!--You can add new entries below this line--&gt;<br /> <br /> |- style=&quot;background-color: #d9dee6;&quot;<br /> |<br /> {| class=&quot;mw-collapsible mw-collapsed wikitable&quot; width=&quot;100%&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; style=&quot;vertical-align: middle; text-align: left;&quot;<br /> ! &lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px; font-variant:small-caps;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Adrianna Cluivutuer-Burne,&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;mother&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;b&gt;(&lt;font style=&quot;color:#FA70BC;&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;♥&lt;/font&gt; - &lt;font style=&quot;color:#000000;&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;🔃&lt;/font&gt;)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> |- <br /> | &lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px; font-variant:small-caps;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Adrianna’s Thoughts:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;&quot;I always tried to make sure he knew we loved him. He was no more or less special to us than his brother an’ sister, but he was always distant. Almost like we were strangers even after we’d been a family for years.&quot;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> |- <br /> | &lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia; font-size:13px;&quot;&gt;Tahla’ra has never been particularly close to his Highlander adoptive mother, though not for lack of maternal affection on the latter’s part. For reasons he has never seen fit to share, he has purposefully kept his distance, refusing to speak to her about the short time in his life before he came under her care.&lt;/div&gt;<br /> |}<br /> <br /> |- style=&quot;background-color: #d9dee6;&quot;<br /> |<br /> {| class=&quot;mw-collapsible mw-collapsed wikitable&quot; width=&quot;100%&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; style=&quot;vertical-align: middle; text-align: left;&quot;<br /> ! &lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px; font-variant:small-caps;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Achert Cluivuteur&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;i&gt;father&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;b&gt;(&lt;font style=&quot;color:#FA70BC;&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;♥&lt;/font&gt;)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> |- <br /> | &lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px; font-variant:small-caps;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Achert's Thoughts:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;&quot;There was always so much potential in him. So very much. But there was also anger, and frustration. And I suspect no small amount of resentment, for his mother. No, not Adrianna.&quot;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> |- <br /> | &lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia; font-size:13px;&quot;&gt;Tahla’ra found the one man he could trust implicitly in Achert when he was adopted all those years ago, and the two are incredibly close. They maintain constant- if sporadic- correspondence, and the racial differences between the two are almost nonexistent.&lt;/div&gt;<br /> |}<br /> <br /> |- style=&quot;background-color: #d9dee6;&quot;<br /> |<br /> {| class=&quot;mw-collapsible mw-collapsed wikitable&quot; width=&quot;100%&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; style=&quot;vertical-align: middle; text-align: left;&quot;<br /> ! &lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px; font-variant:small-caps;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Qiqipuri Cacapuri&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;i&gt;sibling&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;b&gt;(&lt;/b&gt; &lt;font style=&quot;color:#FA70BC;&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;♥&lt;/font&gt;&lt;b&gt; , &lt;font style=&quot;color:#000000;&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;🔃&lt;/font&gt;)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> |- <br /> | &lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px; font-variant:small-caps;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Qiqipuri’s Thoughts:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;”. . . . . . . . . .”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> |- <br /> | &lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia; font-size:13px;&quot;&gt;Qiqipuri and Tahla’ra have always behaved more like polite coworkers than a pair of brothers in front of outsiders, though the two have their small ways of showing affection for one another in private. They often have entire conversations without speaking a single word, somehow transmitting all the details a regular conversation would.&lt;/div&gt;<br /> |}<br /> <br /> |- style=&quot;background-color: #d9dee6;&quot;<br /> |<br /> {| class=&quot;mw-collapsible mw-collapsed wikitable&quot; width=&quot;100%&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; style=&quot;vertical-align: middle; text-align: left;&quot;<br /> ! &lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px; font-variant:small-caps;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Verdant Field&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;i&gt;sibling&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;b&gt;(&lt;/b&gt; &lt;font style=&quot;color:#FA70BC;&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;♥&lt;/font&gt; &lt;b&gt;)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> |- <br /> | &lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px; font-variant:small-caps;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Verdant Field’s Thoughts:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;”I owe my life to Ta. Even before he knew we were going to be brother and sister, when I was thin and sick and pale, he was there to protect me. No matter where he goes, no matter what he does, he will always be my big brother and my best friend.”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> |- <br /> | &lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia; font-size:13px;&quot;&gt;Tahla’ra was present the day that his parents came to Ul’dah with the intention of adopting a bright and talented, but somewhat puny Hellsguard girl that had lost her parents to desert bandits. As fate would have it, Tahla’ra wandered off from his family in the middle of the crowded city, and ended up rescuing Verdant- the selfsame girl they had come to collect - from a group of other children from the orphanage that frequently abused her for her perceived weakness and worthlessness. Though he himself ended up hospitalized, the two adoptive siblings have been close ever since.&lt;/div&gt;<br /> |}<br /> <br /> <br /> &lt;!--Put new entries above this line--&gt;<br /> |}<br /> <br /> &lt;!-- NEW ENTRY TEMPLATE<br /> <br /> |- style=&quot;background-color: #d9dee6;&quot;<br /> |<br /> {| class=&quot;mw-collapsible mw-collapsed wikitable&quot; width=&quot;100%&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; style=&quot;vertical-align: middle; text-align: left;&quot;<br /> &lt;!-- &lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px; font-variant:small-caps;&quot;&gt;[[Person's Name]], &lt;i&gt;nickname or alias&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;b&gt;(&lt;/b&gt; SYMBOLS GO HERE &lt;b&gt;)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> |- <br /> | &lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px; font-variant:small-caps;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;CHARACTER’s Thoughts:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;&quot;Insert CHARACTER’s quote here..&quot;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> |- <br /> | &lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia; font-size:13px;&quot;&gt;&lt;p&gt;Short description of how these characters know each other goes here.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> |}<br /> <br /> --&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;h3&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;mw-headline&quot; id=&quot;General&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia;padding:10px 15px; background:#0bb6ef;font-size:16px;color:#ffffff; text-shadow: 1px 1px 3px silver;letter-spacing:0.2em;&quot;&gt;&lt;center&gt;NON-FAMILY&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt; <br /> <br /> &lt;center&gt;Listed here are the non-family characters, both PC and NPC, that CHARACTER has interacted with enough or in such a way for HIM/HER to form a real opinion about them. Please don't take personal offense if your character isn't listed here, or how the interaction or relationship is described. It isn't that I dislike your character or our RP. I just tend to only add these as necessary for those who make a real impact on CHARACTER, and descriptions are purely based upon in character experiences and opinions!&lt;/center&gt;<br /> &lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;Last Updated...&lt;/b&gt; 04/17/2017&lt;/center&gt;<br /> &lt;center&gt;* An asterisks denotes that CHARACTER doesn't know the individual's true name.&lt;/center&gt;<br /> <br /> {| class=&quot;wikitable alphabetical&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; cellspacing=&quot;1&quot; cellpadding=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; width: 80%; text-align: center; vertical-align: middle;&quot;<br /> |- style=&quot;background-color: #LEGEND COLOR; color: #ffffff;&quot;<br /> | &lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia; background:#056889;font-size:12px;color:#ffffff; text-shadow: 1px 1px 3px silver;letter-spacing:0.2em;&quot;&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;B&gt;LIST OF NON-FAMILY RELATIONS&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> <br /> <br /> |- style=&quot;background-color: #d9dee6;&quot;<br /> |<br /> {| class=&quot;mw-collapsible mw-collapsed wikitable&quot; width=&quot;100%&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; style=&quot;vertical-align: middle; text-align: left;&quot;<br /> ! &lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px; font-variant:small-caps;&quot;&gt;[[Onuma Ahntifi]], &lt;i&gt;The Lieutenant&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;b&gt;(&lt;/b&gt; &lt;font style=&quot;color:#6B8E23;&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;✔&lt;/font&gt; , &lt;font style=&quot;color:#000000;&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;♥&lt;/font&gt; , &lt;font style=&quot;color:#EBC2FF;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;♥&lt;/font&gt; &lt;b&gt;)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> |- <br /> | &lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px; font-variant:small-caps;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tahla'ra's Thoughts:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;&quot;After learning about our shared past . . . she and I need to talk. To decide what we're going to do about our future, both immediately and further down the road.&quot;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> |- <br /> | &lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia; font-size:13px;&quot;&gt;Tahla'ra was initially intimidated by the dark-haired Keeper with pale skin and amber eyes, but a series of circumstances relating to his blossoming Echo powers enabled him to look past her hardened exterior and see the noble, honorable, compassionate woman within. He has settled into a comfortable, almost familial relationship with the other Keeper, and he admires her greatly, though he sometimes struggles to separate the friend from the superior officer. He has begun to feel romantic attraction towards the other Keeper, and he is both exhilarated and frightened by the prospect. The discovery that they are in fact family has thrown a new wrinkle into the mix. &lt;/div&gt;<br /> |}<br /> &lt;!--You can add new entries below this line--&gt;<br /> <br /> {| class=&quot;mw-collapsible mw-collapsed wikitable&quot; width=&quot;100%&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; style=&quot;vertical-align: middle; text-align: left;&quot;<br /> ! &lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px; font-variant:small-caps;&quot;&gt;[[Siobhan Milner]], &lt;i&gt;The Colleague &lt;/i&gt;. &lt;b&gt;(&lt;/b&gt; &lt;font style=&quot;color:#6B8E23;&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;✔&lt;/font&gt; , &lt;font style=&quot;color:#000000;&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;♥&lt;/font&gt; , &lt;font style=&quot;color:#EBC2FF;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;♥&lt;/font&gt; &lt;b&gt;)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> |- <br /> | &lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px; font-variant:small-caps;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tahla'ra's Thoughts:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;&quot;She is a deeply complex woman, one who carries more than her fair share of burdens. I can't help but find myself attracted to her, and she has expressed her feelings for me. I simply can't be with her right now, however, or ever if my life keeps on its present course. She needs a way out. I'd only drag her deeper in.&quot;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> |- <br /> | &lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia; font-size:13px;&quot;&gt;Tahla'ra did not expect his relationship to blossom so quickly or so intensely with the merchant from Ul'dah, the woman impressing him with her business acumen and sense of decorum, remarkable even coming from the jewel of desert commerce. They attempted to be together, and while their relationship was short-lived, Tahla'ra looks back on it with fondness. He still cares greatly for Siobhan, though he knows that they simply aren't compatible.&lt;/div&gt;<br /> |}<br /> <br /> |- style=&quot;background-color: #d9dee6;&quot;<br /> |<br /> {| class=&quot;mw-collapsible mw-collapsed wikitable&quot; width=&quot;100%&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; style=&quot;vertical-align: middle; text-align: left;&quot;<br /> ! &lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px; font-variant:small-caps;&quot;&gt;[[Mizuki Hagane]], &lt;i&gt;The Waif&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;b&gt;(&lt;/b&gt; &lt;font style=&quot;color:#6B8E23;&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;✔&lt;/font&gt; , &lt;font style=&quot;color:#000000;&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;♥&lt;/font&gt; , &lt;font style=&quot;color:#EBC2FF;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;♥&lt;/font&gt; &lt;b&gt;)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> |- <br /> | &lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px; font-variant:small-caps;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tahla'ra’s Thoughts:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;&quot;She has strength in her that she doesn't understand, though she lacks confidence in herself for reasons I know not. I look forward to seeing her potential bloom.&quot;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> |- <br /> | &lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia; font-size:13px;&quot;&gt;Tahla'ra used to view Mizuki as something of a surrogate younger sister, impressed with her friendly nature, generosity and innate nobility. He enjoys spending time with her, sharing their different cultures with one another and developing a strong friendship. As of late, he has developed a deeper affection for Mizuki, due in no small part to the generous gift of a Doman sword she bequeathed to him. He works constantly to restore the blade to its former glory, devoting love and care to the weapon almost to the point of obsession. &lt;/div&gt;<br /> |}<br /> <br /> |- style=&quot;background-color: #d9dee6;&quot;<br /> |<br /> {| class=&quot;mw-collapsible mw-collapsed wikitable&quot; width=&quot;100%&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; style=&quot;vertical-align: middle; text-align: left;&quot;<br /> ! &lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px; font-variant:small-caps;&quot;&gt;[[Mandy Arixan]], &lt;i&gt;The Teenager&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;b&gt;(&lt;/b&gt; &lt;font style=&quot;color:#6B8E23;&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;✔&lt;/font&gt; &lt;b&gt;)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> |- <br /> | &lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px; font-variant:small-caps;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tahla'ra’s Thoughts:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;&quot;This girl vexes me as few can, and I become overbearing and pushy around her as a result. She is rude, crude, childish and brash, and yet she is also kindhearted, witty and skilled beyond what she is willing to admit to herself. I hope that she sees herself for the woman she is, instead of the woman she thinks Ul'dah's mean streets have destined her to become.&quot;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> |- <br /> | &lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia; font-size:13px;&quot;&gt;Mandy is a younger sibling in all but name to Tahla'ra. She pisses him the hell off and leaves him laughing at her antics within the same conversation, and he can't help but worry about her and the lack of self-esteem he perceives within her. His ultimate goal is to help Mandy see herself the way he sees her, an intelligent, gifted person with more to offer than what her origins would suggest. &lt;/div&gt;<br /> |}<br /> <br /> {| class=&quot;mw-collapsible mw-collapsed wikitable&quot; width=&quot;100%&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; style=&quot;vertical-align: middle; text-align: left;&quot;<br /> ! &lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px; font-variant:small-caps;&quot;&gt;[[H'lanah Yhisa]], &lt;i&gt;The Snarker&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;b&gt;(&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> |- <br /> | &lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px; font-variant:small-caps;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tahla'ra's Thoughts:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;&quot;H'lanah likes to needle and goad me, sometimes in a friendly way, sometimes not. Still, she's a member of the 81st, so I guess I have to get along with her for now.&quot;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> |- <br /> | &lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia; font-size:13px;&quot;&gt;Tahla'ra has mixed feelings towards the dark-skinned Sun Seeker. On the one hand, she's a colleague and companion in battle. On the other hand, she likes to poke fun of him, oftentimes in public, and isn't above provoking his temper when it pleases her. 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Feel free to utilize these in your RP hooks, or add your own!''&lt;/center&gt;<br /> <br /> <br /> &lt;div style=&quot;padding:10px 25px; background:#056889;color:#ffffff;font-family:Georgia;font-size:12px;text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px black&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;◢ Common Rumors -&lt;/b&gt; ''Easily overheard. Use these freely!''&lt;/div&gt;<br /> * &lt;p&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia; font-size:12px&quot;&gt;&quot;Oh, him? He was here almost every night, usually with some buddies from the Grand Company.&quot; &lt;b&gt;-- Lominsan tavern wench.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/p&gt;<br /> * &lt;p&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia; font-size:12px&quot;&gt;&quot;A right charmer, that one. If he were an onze less innocent he’d have every girl in the city hangin’ off ‘is arm.&quot; &lt;b&gt;-- Lominsan Store Clerk.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/p&gt;<br /> <br /> <br /> &lt;div style=&quot;padding:10px 25px; background:#056889;color:#ffffff;font-family:Georgia;font-size:12px;text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px black&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;◢ Uncommon Rumors -&lt;/b&gt; ''A little more difficult to hear. Use sparingly or ask first!''&lt;/div&gt;<br /> * &lt;p&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia; font-size:12px&quot;&gt;&quot;Mister Tawa’s always so nice to us! Won’t let none of the grownups hit us when he’s around, and he brings us hot soup and sandwiches, too!&quot; &lt;b&gt;-- Street Urchin.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/p&gt;<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> &lt;div style=&quot;padding:10px 25px; background:#056889; color:#ffffff;font-family:Georgia;font-size:12px;text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px black&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;◢ Rare Rumors -&lt;/b&gt; ''Very rarely overheard. Please ask before using!''&lt;/div&gt;<br /> * &lt;p&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia; font-size:12px&quot;&gt;&quot;What the man deserves is a court-martial, and then a good, solid blade across the neck. Three men, all among the best in the Maelstrom, dead, a traitor left to pirate another day and the plans for a new ship, gone! . . .&quot; &lt;b&gt;-- Unnamed, irate Maelstrom officer.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/p&gt;<br /> <br /> <br /> &lt;div style=&quot;padding:10px 25px; background:#056889; color:#ffffff;font-family:Georgia;font-size:12px;text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px black&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;◢ Player Character Rumors -&lt;/b&gt; ''Feel free to add rumors of your own!''&lt;/div&gt;<br /> * &lt;p&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia; font-size:12px&quot;&gt;&quot;Tahla'ra? He is the very definition of enigma. His unusual mannerisms ever confound me, and his habitual behavior even more so. Sometimes, he even goes so far as to challenge me on my stance as everyone's guardian. Because of this I am oft as frustrated as I am flustered. D-Don't tell anyone I said that, though!&quot; &lt;b&gt;-- [[Onuma Ahntifi]] / Vylbrand&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/p&gt;<br /> * &lt;p&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia; font-size:12px&quot;&gt; A powerful ally, and deadly enemy. I wouldn't cross him, if I were you. He is also a very nice and wonderful friend, and deserves the best he can get. I feel like a fool after the whole fiasco with a voidmage... My loss, ultimately. &lt;b&gt;-- [[Yoma Shiragano]] / Ul'Dah&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/p&gt;<br /> <br /> * &lt;p&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia; font-size:12px&quot;&gt;(Insert rumor here.) &lt;b&gt;-- Rumor Author / Location&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/p&gt;<br /> * &lt;p&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia; font-size:12px&quot;&gt;(&lt;i&gt;If you add a player rumor, please first copy and paste the above line of code to leave behind for the next person! Thanks!&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/p&gt;<br /> <br /> =Visuals=<br /> <br /> &lt;h3&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;mw-headline&quot; id=&quot;Screenshots&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia;padding:10px 15px; background:#0bb6ef;font-size:16px;color:#ffffff; text-shadow: 1px 1px 3px silver;letter-spacing:0.2em;&quot;&gt;&lt;center&gt;SCREENSHOTS&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt; <br /> <br /> &lt;center&gt;A collection of screenshots of CHARACTER that serves as a visual reference, or snapshots from certain roleplaying scenes.&lt;/center&gt;<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> &lt;gallery class=&quot;center&quot;&gt;<br /> File:Derpa.png<br /> &lt;/gallery&gt;<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> &lt;h3&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;mw-headline&quot; id=&quot;Artwork&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia;padding:10px 15px; background:#0bb6ef;font-size:16px;color:#ffffff; text-shadow: 1px 1px 3px silver;letter-spacing:0.2em;&quot;&gt;&lt;center&gt;ARTWORK&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt; <br /> <br /> &lt;center&gt;A collection of artwork of CHARACTER, either commissioned or gifted by the respective artist(s). Artist names &amp; info are linked when you hover over images.<br /> &lt;br&gt;You are &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;not permitted to re-use&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; this artwork for your own characters or purposes, whether on Final Fantasy XIV or on other games, forums, etc.&lt;/center&gt;<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> &lt;gallery mode=&quot;packed-hover&quot; class=&quot;center&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;/gallery&gt;<br /> <br /> <br /> =RP Hooks=<br /> <br /> &lt;h3&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;mw-headline&quot; id=&quot;Screenshots&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia;padding:10px 15px; background:#0bb6ef;font-size:16px;color:#ffffff; text-shadow: 1px 1px 3px silver;letter-spacing:0.2em;&quot;&gt;&lt;center&gt;ROLEPLAY HOOKS&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt; <br /> <br /> &lt;p&gt;Tahla’ra’s travels have led him all across Eorzea, from the spires of Ishgard to the lowlands of Ul’dah. His service among multiple units across two cities leaves quite a lot of ways available to approach him.&lt;/p&gt;<br /> <br /> * &lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia; font-size:12px&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Skills:&lt;/b&gt; Tahla is an accomplished lancer and duelist. Expressing interest in a friendly- or not so friendly- fight is a sure way to catch his attention.&lt;/div&gt;<br /> * &lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia; font-size:12px&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Skills:&lt;/b&gt; Like all members of the Maelstrom, Tahla'ra has spent a great deal of time around pirates. Characters who are or have been privateers under the Admiral's command, or buccaneers who refuse to bow to her rule, may well have something to say about him.&lt;/div&gt;<br /> * &lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia; font-size:12px&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Grand Company:&lt;/b&gt; Tahla achieved a fairly prominent rank in the Maelstrom. It’s not impossible that his name stretched to the ears of more people than he thought.&lt;/div&gt;<br /> * &lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia; font-size:12px&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Culture Shock:&lt;/b&gt;Forest Miqo’te have often shunned Tahla for his ‘clanless ways’ and ‘unnatural color’ as a result of his diurnal way of living and lack of tribal exposure. A disgruntled forest dweller may just make such dislike apparent in all manner of ways.&lt;/div&gt;<br /> <br /> <br /> =OOC Notes=<br /> <br /> &lt;h3&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;mw-headline&quot; id=&quot;General&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia;padding:10px 15px; background:#0bb6ef;font-size:16px;color:#ffffff; text-shadow: 1px 1px 3px silver;letter-spacing:0.2em;&quot;&gt;&lt;center&gt;ABOUT THE PLAYER&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt; <br /> <br /> &lt;p&gt;My name is Quinn, and I’m a creative writing student about to head back to school full time. I’m in my lower twenty-somethings, and interested in fantasy, sci-fi, military, romance, slice-of-life RPs in my spare time, and my hobbies include writing, reading, attempting to accurately measure ‘Valve Time’ and generally mucking about in banana and crab suits.&lt;/p&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;div align=center&gt;&lt;table style=&quot;position:center;&quot; width=&quot;70%&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;tr&gt;<br /> &lt;td style=&quot;vertical-align: top;font-size:9pt;font-family:Georgia;&quot;&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;mw-headline&quot; id=&quot;THINGS TO KEEP IN MIND&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia;padding:10px 15px; background:#056889;font-size:16px;color:#ffffff; text-shadow: 1px 1px 3px silver;letter-spacing:0.2em;&quot;&gt;&lt;center&gt;'''THINGS TO KEEP IN MIND...'''&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;<br /> &lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia;padding:10px 15px 10px; background: #e0e2e5;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;I have a life away from the keyboard.&lt;/b&gt; I am often on for several hours at a time, but I often need to be away from the game for just as long at certain points. Whether that’s to attend a meeting, do chores and errands, take care of my pets or simply take a lazy-day, please respect my time and energy levels. If I like you, I’m probably going to go out of my way to make time to RP with you anyway.&lt;/div&gt;<br /> &lt;/td&gt;<br /> &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> &lt;h3&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;mw-headline&quot; id=&quot;General&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia;padding:10px 15px; background:#0bb6ef;font-size:16px;color:#ffffff; text-shadow: 1px 1px 3px silver;letter-spacing:0.2em;&quot;&gt;&lt;center&gt;GUIDELINES&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt; <br /> <br /> Overall, I'm pretty chill as far as guidelines go. I don't have an extensive list of 'Do's or 'Don't's or things that I personally find triggering. So chances are, you won't offend me or make me uncomfortable unless you're trying to or just being really skeevy in general. Still, for the sake of making sure everyone's on the same page here, let me make a few mentions in particular:<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> &lt;div align=center&gt;&lt;table style=&quot;position:center;&quot; width=&quot;70%&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;tr&gt;<br /> &lt;td style=&quot;vertical-align: top;font-size:9pt;font-family:Georgia;&quot;&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;mw-headline&quot; id=&quot;I WILL NOT&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia;padding:10px 15px; background:#056889;font-size:16px;color:#ffffff; text-shadow: 1px 1px 3px silver;letter-spacing:0.2em;&quot;&gt;&lt;center&gt;'''I WILL NOT...'''&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;<br /> &lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia;padding:10px 15px 10px; background: #e0e2e5;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Perform blatantly sexual acts with you in public.&lt;/b&gt; Out of respect for the people around me, I simply won’t engage in pornographic writing in any way that might be considered unacceptably lewd. I will flirt- should it be in character to do so- perhaps even engage in a kiss or two, but little else.&lt;/div&gt;<br /> &lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia;padding:10px 15px 10px; background: #eeeeee;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Break the lore to suit your headcanon.&lt;/b&gt;Interpretation is all fine and good, but I’m not going to pretend that parts of established canon do or don’t exist where it’s inappropriate. FFXIV presents us with a rich mythology and setting, and I prefer exploring it in such a way that my characters could conceivably be a real, living, breathing part of the world around them.&lt;/div&gt;<br /> &lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia;padding:10px 15px 10px; background: #e0e2e5;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Share IRL contact information, or allow OOC and IC to mix.&lt;/b&gt; It just doesn’t work. Don’t do it.&lt;/div&gt;<br /> &lt;/td&gt;<br /> &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> &lt;p&gt;<br /> &lt;div align=center&gt;&lt;table style=&quot;position:center;&quot; width=&quot;70%&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;tr&gt;<br /> &lt;td style=&quot;vertical-align: top;font-size:9pt;font-family:Georgia;&quot;&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;mw-headline&quot; id=&quot;I WILL&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia;padding:10px 15px; background:#056889;font-size:16px;color:#ffffff; text-shadow: 1px 1px 3px silver;letter-spacing:0.2em;&quot;&gt;&lt;center&gt;'''I WILL...'''&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;<br /> &lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia;padding:10px 15px 10px; background: #e0e2e5;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fade to black with you.&lt;/b&gt; Should it be IC-appropriate, I am not opposed to two characters being intimate with one another in a fade-to-black scenario. Romance is a key part of Final Fantasy storytelling, and it can produce some beautiful writing when done skillfully and tastefully.&lt;/div&gt;<br /> &lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia;padding:10px 15px 10px; background: #eeeeee;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do my best to get back to you&lt;/b&gt; if you try to message me while I’m away. Can’t leave an IM? Drop me a letter in the in-game mailbox.&lt;/div&gt;<br /> &lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia;padding:10px 15px 10px; background: #e0e2e5;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Be your friend.&lt;/b&gt; I’m not interested in a long series of one-shots for the most part. I’d rather get to know you as a player, and produce multiple high-quality interactions with your characters. 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<p>B'habra: /* Wanted for Interesting Roleplay */</p> <hr /> <div>{{Infobox-character<br /> | name = Flynt Knoltros<br /> | image = Flynt&amp;Ritsu.png<br /> | imagewidth = 350<br /> | caption =<br /> | title = <br /> | gender = Male <br /> | citizenship = Limsa Lominsa<br /> | race = Miqo'te<br /> | clan = Keepers of the Moon<br /> | stat_1 = Place of Birth<br /> | stat_1_value = Unknown <br /> | stat_3 = Nameday<br /> | stat_3_value = 14th Sun of the 1st Astral Moon <br /> | stat_4 = Marital Status<br /> | stat_4_value = Married<br /> | stat_5 = Occupation<br /> | stat_5_value = Ex-Dragoon/Monster Hunter <br /> }} <br /> <br /> == Basic Info ==<br /> <br /> &quot;What have I done for The Sky?&quot;<br /> ''—Flynt Knoltros''<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> == Appearance ==<br /> <br /> '''Height: 5'11''' <br /> <br /> '''Weight: 172 ponze''' <br /> <br /> '''Complexion: Pale ''' <br /> <br /> '''Hair: Dark Brown ''' <br /> <br /> '''Eyes: Blue '''<br /> <br /> == Character History ==<br /> <br /> ==== &lt;span style=&quot;font-size:larger;&quot;&gt;''&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:medium;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:medium;&quot;&gt;The Brothers Knoltros (0-14)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;''&lt;/span&gt; ====<br /> <br /> Flynt was born in the 1548 year of the Sixth Astral Era, in one of the many cramped row houses that line Limsa Lominsa lower levels. His mother was a trained seamstress, though in truth she had not worked as one in some time. For several years before Flynt's birth she had worked as a prostitute, frequenting the bars and taverns that adorned Limsa's docks and shadier districts. His father was a privateer, and died without ever knowing he was a father. After his birth, Flynt's mother gave up her newborn boy, leaving him on the doorstep of one of Limsa's many orphanages.<br /> <br /> <br /> Flynt was left with nothing, not even a name. The name Flynt came from one of the wet nurses who worked in the orphanage, who claimed as a young boy he had a knack for &quot;sparking trouble&quot; like a piece of flint. Like most orphans in Limsa, Flynt grew up fast. Stealing bread and fish with the other orphans and fleeing the city guards was an almost daily ritual. That was until the day a young Lalafell by the name of Nipan arrived in Flynt's orphanage. Nipan was small, even for a Lalafell youth. On top of that it was obvious that the child hadn't spent the first six or so years of his life in the same circumstances as the orphans he now found himself surrounded by. The other orphans quickly descended onto the frightened newcomer, all of them excited to introduce Nipan to the struggles of his new life personally. For some reason unknown even to himself, Flynt couldn't allow it. Armed with an old broom handle which he had fashioned into a makeshift polearm, Flynt took the small Lalafell under his wing. <br /> <br /> <br /> The two quickly became inseparable, and over the next six years the two boys began to consider one another brothers. They called themselves &quot;The Brothers Knoltros&quot;, taking the name from that of a small alley which the two had claimed as their own. Flynt kept food in their bellies when the orphanage wasn't able to do so, and Nipan found the most creative ways to make gil in order to put something other than holes in their pockets. This was until an aging merchant, and prior orphan, saw Nipan explaining to Flynt a complex plan that would earn the two more gil than they had accrued up to that point. The merchant, Dallet, saw potential in the clever Lalafell and spoke with him about coming on as his apprentice. <br /> <br /> <br /> Flynt knew that his younger brother would never accept the offer unless Flynt was to come along as well, and after meeting with Dallet himself he knew that was not an option instead. So he wrote a letter to his bright young brother, gave it to Dallet, and spent one final day wandering the streets of Limsa Lominsa with Nipan. He then explained that he would not be have to stay a few days before leaving for Ul’dah, but that Dallet had chartered safe passage for him with another caravan. Upon their arrival in Ul’dah, Dallet would give Nipan the letter Flynt had written to him, explaining why he did what he did, and that some day he would return for his brother.<br /> <br /> ==== &lt;span style=&quot;font-size:medium;&quot;&gt;''&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:medium;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:medium;&quot;&gt;To Ishghard (14-16) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;''&lt;/span&gt; ====<br /> <br /> Everything that could have once been considered Flynt's was now gone. What surprised him about this however, was the strange sense of excitement it made him feel. He was still lonely, and a large part of him worried that he might not survive the journey that he was preparing to take. Over the years Flynt had discovered a passion for sparring and combat, specifically with the spear. Flynt spent countless mornings and afternoons training with the bronze skinned spear fisherman who lined the various piers of Limsa's lower quarters. In addition to their fishing techniques, these men had developed a rudimentary combat system based around their tools of the trade. Flynt trained fanatically with these men, doing whatever odd job or menial task they asked of him in exchange for more time to learn the way of the spear. <br /> <br /> <br /> During that time Flynt had heard stories of legendary warriors in the north who had taken the art of the spear to a new level, and who fought in the skies themselves against evil beasts in order to protect their land. Flynt had always dreamed of leaving Limsa and travelling north to train with these majestic warriors. With nothing left but a simple spear and travelling supplies (purchased by the kindly Dallet), then seemed as good a time as any to make that dream a reality. It took months for Flynt to reach the outskirts of Coerthas, and there was more than one occasion where he was certain that he would not make it. He nearly found himself posting up in Gridania upon seeing the Wood Wailers and discovering the Lancer's Guild located within the city. He spent close to two months in Gridania, studying almost non-stop with the instructors of the Lancer's Guild. He took whatever jobs they would give him, from searching for lost pets to exterminating minor vermin that migrated too close to the city's limits. <br /> <br /> <br /> All of this preparation was in pursuit of one goal, and though he had gotten a bit sidetracked he had not forgotten. Feeling more confident than ever Flynt finally arrived in Falcon’s Nest. It was a small town, south of Camp Riversmeet and less than a day’s ride from Ishgard itself. It was here that he sought entrance into the prestigious ranks of the Ishgardian Dragoons, and where he also discovered the incredible distrust and xenophobia commonly found in Ishgardian citizens. Flynt spent the first three weeks sleeping in barns and living off of the little gil he had, coupled with what he could hunt for himself. The largely Elezen and Hyur population seemed to be very unhappy with a young Miqo’te in their midst, with the kindest people ignoring him and the worst openly berating him in the streets.<br /> <br /> <br /> ==== &lt;span style=&quot;font-size:medium;&quot;&gt;''&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:medium;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:medium;&quot;&gt;Out of the Darkness (16-16) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;''&lt;/span&gt; ====<br /> <br /> Then the ebb and flow of the Dravanian attacks began to increase, and all those who could fight in Falcon’s Nest were “summoned” to the Holy City. Flynt had tried multiple times to get into the mighty city of Ishgard, only to be turned back every time by the Gate of Judgement’s sentries. Now however, bodies were needed and homeless Miqo’te’s were good enough to die for The Arch-Bishop. These new recruits, most of whom had never held a spear, spent the next four weeks in a simple training regimen that made them just competent enough to die without looking foolish. Flynt however was a different case. His previous training and experience, coupled with his natural affinity for the spear enabled him to spend less of his time reviewing the basics and more of it training with career foot soldiers and lower knights. After the completion of their training, the new recruits were sent south again to augment the forces of a mid level lord in House Dzemael. Fate however had something else planned, and most would never make it to Lord Calieur's however.<br /> <br /> <br /> While on the road south, Flynt's Company was attacked by a roving pack of wyverns. Nearly all of Flynt's Company was killed in the initial attack, and Flynt saw firsthand the horrors of battle as the scaled beasts tore apart and devoured the men around him. Flynt fled with two other men and their Commanding Officer, Dalinat Calieur, the eldest son of Lord Calieur and fledgling Dragoon, whose first assignment had been to collect this new batch of recruits. The young Lieutenant was injured in the initial skirmish, leaving Flynt and two others to carry the man to safety. A few hours after they fled it became apparent that they were being hunted, and decisions needed to be made on how they would continue. The forest which they had fled into granted them some safety, as it forced their scaled foes to track them on foot and the density of the trees slowed the Goobbue sized creatures. They were pursued into the night, and the other two men, fearing that the rogue wyvern or wyverns that were gaining ground, left Flynt and Dalinat to die.<br /> <br /> ==== &lt;span style=&quot;font-size:medium;&quot;&gt;''&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:medium;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:medium;&quot;&gt;Redemption and Rebirth (16-28) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;''&lt;/span&gt; ====<br /> <br /> The details of what happened within those woods and on the roads back to Camp Riversmeet are unknown. What is known is that a week after the entire Company had been declared dead, Flynt and Dalinat arrived at Camp Riversmeet. Dalinat was near dead, the wound he had sustained had only gotten worse due to a lack of treatment and constant movement. Flynt, while in better shape, looked far worse. He returned nearly delirious, covered in blood and gore, with his chest and hands covered in first and second degree burns. In near delirium the two were rushed to the camps healers and nursed back to health over the course of a week. During this time Flynt battled endless Dravanian foes in his fevered dreams, standing on the very edge of death and defeat. In his brief moments of lucidity, he remembered being visited by a kindly old priest who assured him that as long as he were to believe, Halone would continue to protect and guide him. His final fever dream ended with the bronze shield and three spears of Halone coming to him at his most dire moment and vanquishing the enemies that tormented him. When Flynt awoke he immediately pledged unending faith in The Fury, and prayed on the side of his bed until the nurses and healers forced him to stop and rest.<br /> <br /> <br /> A few days after Flynt was taken off of bed rest, Dalinat awoke. A few days after Dalinat and his father, Lord Calieur summoned Flynt to appear before them. It was there that Lord Calieur gave his thanks to the young Miqo’te who saved not only his son, but his legacy. Hardly a heartbeat passed in between the time that Lord Calieur asked what he could do in return and Flynt’s response. He wished to become an Ishgardian Knight, a Dragoon in the service of Lord Calieur. He swore fealty to Lord Calieur and in turn, Halone. Though initially hesitant, Lord Calieur honored Flynt’s request and ensured that, if he completed his training he would be a Knight Dragoon under his service. For more than two years Flynt underwent the vigorous training that would turn men to Knights of the Sky. Though trained, Flynt's skills with the lance were far inferior to that of his peers. These men had received formal training with the spear since they could stand, whereas much of what Flynt learned was either self taught or from the little instruction he got in the Lancer's Guild and in the Holy City before his run in with the wyverns. Daily sparring left Flynt nearly paralyzed by pain and injury. He continued to train however, and with every duel, every exercise, he grew more skilled. Lord Calieur was not happy with Flynt only being competent in the martial sense however. At night, Flynt's tutor would arrive to instruct him on the history of Ishgard, the teachings of the Arch-Bishop and Halone, and of the famous works of Eorzea.<br /> <br /> <br /> Upon completion of his training, Flynt was assigned to Dalinat's Company. Now a Captain, and a battle hardened Knight of Ishgard, Dalinat had become a respected Company Commander who fought on the frontlines against the Dravanian horde. Then Dalamud fell. Bahamut's rage swept over Eorzea, and the very landscape of Coerthas bent to his will. Bitter cold swept in, and snow fell with seemingly no end. The Dravanian beasts became emboldened, attacking outlying towns and cities in numbers not seen in hundreds of years. In these dark times the Dragon Knights of Ishgard fought tooth and nail to secure their borders and protect their people, but as time passed, the grim reality of their situation began to sink in. With every victory, tens of people were exposed to dragonkin capable of tainting the hearts of men. These men, women and children were branded heretics, and their execution mandated by the Arch-Bishop himself. Those suspected of hiding these heretics were tortured and killed to ensure no tainted citizens roamed the streets. On behalf of Lord Calieur and Halone, Flynt committed unspeakable acts, acts that he cannot to this day ask redemption for. <br /> <br /> <br /> The exact details of Flynt's depature from Coerthas and how he came into possession of the Red Wyvern, a Calieur family heirloom, are unknown. What is known is that Flynt resurfaced in Limsa Lominsa, working in a tavern as a doorman until the company went out of business and many of its members disappeared. He then disappeared for close to a year along with his brother Nipan, their destination and goals unknown. Now the two have returned, with only a plan and a pocket full of gil to achieve their goals.<br /> <br /> ==== &lt;span style=&quot;font-size:medium;&quot;&gt;''&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:medium;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:medium;&quot;&gt;Tonberries in Stride (29-31) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;''&lt;/span&gt; ====<br /> <br /> <br /> The return of the Brother’s Knoltros to Limsa Lominsa went largely unnoticed, and why wouldn’t it? The two were far from well known, and even further from successful. That however, was about to change. During their travels the two had stumbled upon an idea so simple and perfect, it had to succeed. They would go in business together, with Flynt hunting large and dangerous game and Nipan trading the goods and exotic items that Flynt stumbled upon in his work. But just as moderate success came to the two, Nipan saw his brother falling into old habits. Nipan had hoped their time away would have helped his brother heal, but it seemed to only delay the return of his subconscious desire to die. Flynt had returned to taking the most dangerous marks he could find and drinking far too much when he could not find work he deemed worth taking.<br /> <br /> <br /> And then he met her. Later, Flynt would reflect on the significance of that moment and how it affected him. At the moment however, it really was that simple and that profound, then he met /her/. She'd been working as a bodyguard for an incredibly frustrating young woman Flynt had met several days prior, mid binge. He'd wouldn't admit it, even to himself, but some part of him knew the moment he met her that he was in love. His limited social skill coupled with his 'prickly' demeanor however did him few favors, and after nearly coming to blows with another group of men after their first meeting she'd look at him like everyone else: A monster. <br /> <br /> <br /> He began to ask about her more, discovering she was both a skilled hunter and tracker, and took a lot of side work out of Limsa as well. As such, he began taking more and more jobs out of the City-State and pretending he was not doing so in the small chance she would also be there. Finally, after a few failed attempts at summoning up some courage, he met with her at the Bismark and struck up a conversation. While she initially seemed rather guarded, they seemed to hit it off rather quickly. <br /> <br /> <br /> Ritsu Arlow was the youngest daughter of Genma Arlow, a wealthy and renowned bowyer from Gridania. She had fled from her life in the Shroud to avoid an arranged marriage and escape her father's overbearing nature. For a few brief hours Flynt's fears and anger were washed away. Before departing he mentioned his work, asking if she would be interested in working together to split the earnings on a few marks. It was truly at this moment, that the Wandering Tonberry Trading Company was born. <br /> <br /> <br /> For the next few moons, Flynt found himself spending more and more time with Ritsu. While he'd thought himself a skilled tracker, he found himself nowhere near as skilled as her and quickly learned everything he could from her on the art. He shared with her his knowledge of various beasts and means in which to fell them. She also helped in getting him out more, meeting new people. She introduced him to Roger, a friend of hers and a man who would quickly become both Flynt's close friend and personal rival.<br /> <br /> <br /> The three would become the base of the company, though many other staples of the Lodge were soon to follow. Tah'al Rael and her daughter Celestus soon joined their ranks, skilled warriors with a mysterious past. Raik Samil, a cheerful mercenary and friend of Roger's who aided The Wanderers on more than a few occasions before joining up. Things were good for a time, and slowly Flynt found himself feeling less alone and less angry...<br /> <br /> <br /> It was then Flynt met Canis Latrans.<br /> <br /> == Personality ==<br /> <br /> <br /> === &lt;span style=&quot;font-size:medium;&quot;&gt;''Flaws''&lt;/span&gt; ===<br /> <br /> • Is very critical of himself, and his failings when it comes to being a leader.<br /> <br /> • When it comes to those closest to him, he can many times default to the simplest, and often most ruthless, course of action in order to protect his people. <br /> <br /> • Holds others often times to his own standards, and gets angry when others don't agree with, or meet them.<br /> <br /> === &lt;span style=&quot;font-size:medium;&quot;&gt;''Fears''&lt;/span&gt; ===<br /> <br /> • Losing his wife, or having her grow to fear or hate him.<br /> <br /> • Failing as a leader, and getting those he's charged with hurt or killed.<br /> <br /> • Slowly changing, as Dalinat did.<br /> <br /> === &lt;span style=&quot;font-size:medium;&quot;&gt;''Talents''&lt;/span&gt; ===<br /> <br /> <br /> • He is an incredibly skilled spearman, and trains several hours a day to master his art. He has taken on several students now, and spends several hours a week at the Lancer's Guild in Gridania aiding as a guest instructor where he is needed.<br /> <br /> • Excellent composure &amp; tactically savvy. Years of fighting Dravanian hordes has made him difficult to shock in a combat scenario, thus providing him impressive decision making skills in small, fluid engagements.<br /> <br /> • Over the years, Flynt has slowly accepted his role as the leader of his people. Previously he hid behind the idea of 'just being in charge', and only recent events have forced him to come into his own and sees himself as a true leader. While he doesn't see it, he's apparently proven to be rather good at it.<br /> <br /> === &lt;span style=&quot;font-size:medium;&quot;&gt;''Fun Favorites''&lt;/span&gt; ===<br /> <br /> *&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:medium;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:small;&quot;&gt;'''Color: '''Dark Blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;<br /> <br /> *&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:medium;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:small;&quot;&gt;'''Food: '''Wineport’s Dragonbreath Chili.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;<br /> <br /> *&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:medium;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:small;&quot;&gt;'''Drinks: '''Yarb’s Fall Pumpkin Ale.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;<br /> <br /> *&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:medium;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:small;&quot;&gt;'''Scent:''' Decomposing/Burning leaves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;<br /> <br /> *&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:medium;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:small;&quot;&gt;'''Place:''' Knoltros Abby, Limsa Lominsa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;<br /> <br /> *&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:medium;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:small;&quot;&gt;'''Festival:''' All Saint’s Wake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;<br /> <br /> == Abilities and Skills ==<br /> <br /> === ''&lt;u&gt;Personal&lt;/u&gt;'' ===<br /> <br /> • Bestia infirmitatem – A large tome (that is mostly blank), which Flynt hopes to fill with information on the various monsters that wander Hydaelyn.<br /> <br /> • Coin Pouch – Typically with little to 500-2000 gil in coins or notes inside.<br /> <br /> === ''&lt;u&gt;Weapons&lt;/u&gt;'' ===<br /> <br /> • The Red Wyvern – Once a modified Guisarme and heirloom of the Calieur family as well as the focal point behind Flynt's departure from Ishgard. The weapon was damaged heavily in Flynt's battle with Dalinat Calieur, and Flynt had it reforged soon after converting it into materia to affix to the next. This less perfect version was also badly damaged after the last battle with Canis Latrans, and for some time the weapon's legacy seemed all but gone. Nearly a cycle later Flynt found himself prepared to remake the Calieur family heirloom, and the newest iteration of the Red Wyvern was born, melded with the materia of its forerunners. <br /> <br /> • Mythril Boot Knife – A simple boot knife... Not nearly as cool as his spear.<br /> <br /> === ''&lt;u&gt;Magic&lt;/u&gt;'' ===<br /> <br /> • None in the traditional sense. That said, years studying the ancient arts of the spear and the dragoon have instilled in him the ability to perform some of the extraordinary feats associated with the order of the Dragoon. His weapon, The Red Wyvern, also seems to have some magical properties though the extent of which is known only by his wife, Roger and few others.<br /> <br /> == Rumors and Relationships ==<br /> &lt;table style=&quot;position:center;&quot; width=&quot;100%&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;tr&gt;<br /> &lt;td style=&quot;vertical-align: top;width:50%;padding-right:10px; font-size:9pt;font-family:Helvetica;&quot;&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;mw-headline&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;div style=&quot;padding:10px 35px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;&quot;&gt;&lt;center&gt;''Rumors''&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;<br /> ''Some of these rumors are untrue or are greatly exaggerated. Please feel free to add your own rumors under PC!''<br /> &lt;div style=&quot;border:0px solid; padding:8px;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;<br /> &lt;div style=&quot;padding:10px 25px; background: #90AB76;&quot;&gt;◢ Common Rumors (Easily overheard)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#90AB76;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■“He seems to travel a lot for work between Ul’Dah and Limsa.”&lt;/font&gt; <br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#90AB76;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■“I’ve never seen him without that spear on his back.”&lt;/font&gt; <br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#90AB76;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■“I heard he got in a street fight not too long ago and nearly skewered a man.”&lt;/font&gt; <br /> <br /> &lt;b&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;padding:10px 25px; background: #F37E1D;&quot;&gt;◢ Moderate Rumors (Moderately difficult to overhear)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#F37E1D;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■“Someone told me that he used to work as a bouncer for some tavern in Limsa before the company fell apart.”&lt;/font&gt; <br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#F37E1D;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■“I’ve heard he has scars all over his chest, back and forearms.”<br /> &lt;/font&gt; <br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#F37E1D;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■“I know someone who said they grew up in the same orphanage as him. Said he was a real troublemaker back in the day.”&lt;/font&gt; <br /> <br /> &lt;b&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;padding:10px 25px; background: #D83018;&quot;&gt;◢ Rare Rumors (Very difficult or rarely overheard)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#D83018;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■“A maid who works at the Quicksand’s Inn told me that he wakes up screaming almost every night.”<br /> &lt;/font&gt; <br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#D83018;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■“I once saw him stare into an open fire for over an hour, then storm out gasping for air.”&lt;/font&gt; <br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#D83018;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■“I know o' a merchant in Gridania who claims t' have fled one o' th' towns surrounding Ishgard after th' Calamity. Claims he'd recognized Flynt, an' that he 'ad personally seen him execute all manner o' men, women an' children.”<br /> &lt;/font&gt; <br /> <br /> &lt;b&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;padding:10px 25px; background: #aac5b4;&quot;&gt;◢ PC Rumors (Rumors from the character's of other players)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#aac5b4;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; &quot;He's pretty paranoid. I mean, I took him out for a walk once and he secretly had someone shadow us because he figured I was leading him into an ambush. It was pretty funny in an &quot;I can't believe you thought I was going to rob you&quot; type way.&quot; -Tikka Swift <br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#aac5b4;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; &quot;Flynt's a good and honest man and one of my dearest friends. He and Ritsu were made for each other.&quot; [[J'Maaira Tuhl]]<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#aac5b4;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; <br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#aac5b4;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; <br /> &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;td style=&quot;vertical-align: top;width:50%;padding-right:10px; font-size:9pt;font-family:Helvetica;&quot;&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;mw-headline&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;div style=&quot;padding:10px 35px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;&quot;&gt;&lt;center&gt;''Relationships''&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;<br /> : &lt;center&gt;&lt;font style=&quot;color:#F02311;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;♥&lt;/font&gt; Romantic Interest &lt;font style=&quot;color:#FA70BC;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;♥&lt;/font&gt; Platonic Love &lt;font style=&quot;color:#9EC60B;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;●&lt;/font&gt; Good Standing &lt;font style=&quot;color:#C24640;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;●&lt;/font&gt; Poor Standing&lt;/center&gt;<br /> <br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#F02311;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;♥&lt;/font&gt; [[Ritsu Arlow]] : Flynt's right hand within The Wandering Tonberry Trading Co., one of the first friends he made upon his return, and the love of his life. Upon their first meeting, Flynt felt an immediate connection with the Elezen archer. Her stoic and somewhat quiet demeanor matched his own, and two seemingly cold people found companionship in one another. As they spent more time together, first hunting and then fighting side by side, Flynt slowly found himself falling in love with what he considered to be the woman of his dreams. They have had their fair share of trials, both nearly losing themselves along the way and those closest to them. Now however, even with things still in chaos, Flynt finds himself slowly piecing himself back together and becoming the man he thinks she deserves. <br /> <br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#FA70BC;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;♥&lt;/font&gt; [[Roger Holmes]] : Flynt's closest friend, and the third key piece to the Wandering Tonberry's continued success. On the surface the two appear to be almost complete opposites, Roger much more at ease in social settings and not as outwardly gloomy or brooding as Flynt. Underneath these superficial differences, the two are much more alike than different. Roger has helped provide Flynt with countless insights, as well as valuable advice on how the three should proceed when Flynt's own vision was clouded by anger or fear. <br /> <br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#FA70BC;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;♥&lt;/font&gt; [[Asura Anata]] : While Flynt would never admit it, other than Roger Asura or &quot;Ta&quot; is one of Flynt's closest and most trusted friends, and the two seems to share a bond of nonverbal means of communication. This however does not stop the two from butting heads from time to time, or almost coming to blows. Ta (as Flynt calls her) has served a lot of roles for Flynt, from informant, to advisor, to teacher and friend. She has been there at Flynt's weakest or most broken, and has drug him out of his own funk whether he liked it or not. <br /> <br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#FA70BC;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;♥&lt;/font&gt; [[Celestus Shinozaki]] : Flynt and Celestus have always had an interesting dynamic, similar to that of Flynt and Asura's, but very different at the same time. Early on, Flynt found Celestus to be a very calm, level headed and agreeable sort. He spoke with her on more than one occasion to get her opinion and insight in regards to certain problems or situations he faced. Flynt had promised her, and Ta that he would protect them, and as long as they were in his Lodge, they were his people. An ill fated day in Coerthas changed all of that, and for months Flynt believed her dead and blamed himself for that completely. Since her return however, that small weight has been lifted, though he still secretly blames himself for making the call that nearly got her killed.<br /> <br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#FA70BC;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;♥&lt;/font&gt; [[Raik Samil]] : Raik, like Roger is like a brother to him. Since they've met Raik has been not only fiercely loyal, but incredibly effective. Even in the face of incredible danger and almost certain death, Raik has kept his laid back and happy demeanor. Raik serves as the Lodge's Sergeant at Arms, and takes his work protecting the Lodge very seriously. Flynt loves sparring with Raik, even if his body doesn't and in many ways is jealous of the man's outlook and how he handles his own past and demons.<br /> <br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#FA70BC;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;♥&lt;/font&gt; [[Reiner Dorn]] : Flynt's relationship with Reiner has always been rather complex, but through it all he has no doubt that every piece of it was for the better. Reiner first came to The Wandering Tonberry looking for work and a place to stay. He also met Flynt's soon to be sister-in-law, Karin, who offered to aid in teaching him more about magic and how to utilize his own. As Reiner and Flynt interacted more, the two fell into a natural rhythm, with Reiner serving as the Sergeant to his Lieutenant. Flynt felt comfortable having someone with a traditional military background who could relate and understand both his mannerisms and reasoning behind his actions. Events outside both of their control forced them onto different paths, but both men still consider each other brothers and make themselves available however and whenever they can. <br /> <br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#FA70BC;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;♥&lt;/font&gt; [[Leah Leyweaver]]<br /> (Continued WIP)<br /> <br /> &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;<br /> <br /> == Music Themes ==<br /> <br /> <br /> '''[https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XYUErkvORWA&amp;feature=youtu.be The Choice]'''<br /> <br /> <br /> '''[https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bEQtkLNTmRs Obokuri Eeumi]'''<br /> <br /> == Artwork ==<br /> &lt;gallery&gt;<br /> File:MakoJessMiqoteNathahniel2017.jpg | Art by: Nathaniel (Nathaniel-ahryss.deviantart.com)<br /> File:Flyntscars.png | (Scar ref. sheet) Art by: Nathaniel (Nathaniel-ahryss.deviantart.com)<br /> File:Ritsuflyntmomodeary.png| Art by: Momo-deary(http://momo-deary.tumblr.com/)<br /> File:Flyntdrawing.jpeg | Art by: Momo_Kishi (https://twitter.com/momo_kishi)<br /> File:Latsuandflynt.jpeg | Art by: Tra My Vu (http://meodualeo.deviantart.com)<br /> File:Weddingart.jpg | Art by: Tra My Vu (http://meodualeo.deviantart.com)<br /> <br /> &lt;/gallery&gt;<br /> <br /> <br /> == Other Notes ==<br /> <br /> === Wanted for Interesting Roleplay ===<br /> <br /> *Bounty Hunters/Contract Killers<br /> <br /> === Annotations ===<br /> <br /> This Template is a poorly bastardized amalgamation of [[Deirdre Ta'ea]] and [[Bancroft Gairn]] templates.</div>

B'habra https://wiki.ffxiv-roleplayers.com/index.php?title=X%27aros_Jardin&diff=247641 2017-05-25T17:06:45Z

<p>B'habra: </p> <hr /> <div>{{Infobox-character<br /> | name = X’aros Jardin<br /> | image =<br /> | imagewidth = <br /> | caption =<br /> | title = Former Dragoon of Ishgard<br /> | gender = Female<br /> | citizenship = Gridania<br /> | race = Miqo’te<br /> | clan = Seekers of the Sun<br /> | stat_1 = Age<br /> | stat_1_value = 22<br /> | stat_2 = Nameday<br /> | stat_2_value = 2nd Sun of the 3rd Astral Moon, 1555<br /> | stat_3 = Guardian<br /> | stat_3_value = Azeyma, the Warden<br /> | stat_4 = Occupation<br /> | stat_4_value = Adventurer<br /> | stat_5 = Free Company Affiliation<br /> | stat_5_value = The Black Diablos<br /> | stat_6 = <br /> | stat_6_value = <br /> }} {{Character-stub}}<br /> <br /> ----<br /> <br /> === Basics ===<br /> <br /> ----<br /> <br /> ===== Name =====<br /> <br /> ''Given Name:’''X’aros Jardin (sh-AH-ros | Jar-den)<br /> <br /> ''Preferred Monikers: ''X’aros (Sh-AH-ros) is her preferred name among those familiar enough with the tribal language to properly pronounce it; but growing up in the thick of Gridania and living so long with the mostly Elvaan inhabitants of Coerthas has left her with the knowledge that not everyone can. So she’ll answer to any close approximation, and even sometimes ‘oy you with the fluffy tail.’<br /> <br /> ===== Appearance&lt;br/&gt; =====<br /> <br /> ''Height:'' 5 fulms, 10 ilms -- she stands as the tallest of her sisters, yet not quite as tall as the Nunh who sired her.<br /> <br /> ''Weight:'' 155 ponz<br /> <br /> ''Build:'' X’aros’ body is built with a lean kind of muscle that marks her body as more flexibility and speed than heavy hitting. She’s toned from years of combat and rigorous training as a dragoon, particularly her legs. Her curves lean to being slightly top heavy -- her chest and shoulders slightly more broad than her hips, and her face is distinctly heart shaped with its soft, rounded cheeks.<br /> <br /> ''Hair:'' A dusty red-pink in color, her hair has been functionally cut into a reverse bob, the front tips just brushing her collarbone and the end sweeping up and off of her neck almost entirely. Her bangs are cropped to match, and come to a blunt end just above her eyes. Her hair and fur, particularly her tail are fluffy and full, much like the real-world [http://catsnco.files.wordpress.com/2012/07/angora3.jpg turkish angora].<br /> <br /> ''Eyes:'' Wide, uptilted almonds ringed in full, sharp pink lashes. Heterochromatic, her irises reflect a molten gold on the left and a brilliant, pale spring green on the right.<br /> <br /> ''Skin:'' Tanned from a lifetime of training and working outside, X’aros has naturally dark skin has been made even darker by the sun. Her skin has a natural, rosy blush to it -- primarily showing itself in her cheeks, fingertips, and on her joints.<br /> <br /> ''Style:''Years living in the snowy wasteland of Coerthas have left her with a penchant for warmer clothes -- long shirts and trousers made of thick materials. She has no real sense of fashion and color theory, instead tending to drift towards whatever she feels is most comfortable at the time. Key words are function over fashion, though she has a few pieces of jewelry that she’s fond of wearing on occasion.<br /> <br /> ''Scars and Markings:''<br /> <br /> *X’aros’ face bears the distinct markings of her race -- namely, a trio of almost coral stripes along her cheekbones, each one slightly shorter and fainter in color than the last.<br /> <br /> *There are a series of long healed scars resembling claw marks along her middle and lower back, faded and shiny.<br /> <br /> *Just above them nestled between her shoulder blades is a faded black mark, the sharp tipped blobs shaped vaguely like a particular crystal formation.<br /> <br /> *More recently, she has gained a thin scar across her left cheek that is just beginning to fade, as well as a thick, diagonal cut across her stomach that is still in the process of healing.<br /> <br /> ''Posture:'' Generally speaking, X’aros stands quite stiffly -- her posture is upright and always subtly thrumming with readiness after being trained into being prepared for split second transition into combat. Often times, she comes across as wooden or unconcerned because of this -- her reactions forcibly minimized and expression stiff.<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> ----<br /> <br /> === Personality ===<br /> <br /> ----<br /> <br /> ''Alignment:'' Neutral Good<br /> <br /> ''Defining Personality Traits:''<br /> <br /> *X’aros presents herself as very quiet and composed, attempting to project herself as the the picture of maturity. She tries to keep her voice quiet, her reactions tame but always polite. Being polite is notoriously important to her, and she tries very hard not to be outright hostile to other individuals.<br /> <br /> *Despite this, her temper lurks very close to the surface -- and her skin is particularly thin when it comes to the defense of her loved ones and her own choices. Unfortunately, because of this she has a particularly dangerous tie to what is commonly referred to as her ‘inner dragon.’ This has recently become an issue for her.<br /> <br /> *Also unfortunately, she can hold onto a bitter grudge until the end of her days. She thinks herself an unwise person to cross, usually because of this.<br /> <br /> *Perhaps because of her upbringing, X’aros is particularly fond of smaller and younger (or younger acting) individuals -- often trying to take them under her wing and mother them slightly, becoming incredibly defensive and doting upon them.<br /> <br /> *Conversely, she tends to be naturally biased towards the larger and more aggressive individuals in society, though she will still do her best to be polite to them.<br /> <br /> *X’aros is a complete and utter prude -- and avoids and abhors discussion about anything lewd or “unseemly”. If the situation becomes unavoidable, she tends to withdraw and cease talking unless directly addressed.<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> ----<br /> <br /> === Traits ===<br /> <br /> ----<br /> <br /> ''Likes''<br /> <br /> *Hot tea (particularly anything with a strong, spicy flavour)<br /> *High perches, particularly if they involve being able to look out across the landscape<br /> *Pastry fish<br /> *Plant life; particularly large, old trees. (As they often remind her of the Shroud.)<br /> <br /> ''Dislikes''<br /> <br /> *Foggy and rainy weather.<br /> *Unauthorized physical contact (she will often react violently if you catch her off guard).<br /> *Boasting.<br /> *Alcohol.<br /> *The two combined are just a nightmare.<br /> *Scalekin, and those who are fond of them, in any respect.<br /> <br /> ==== Skills&lt;br/&gt; ====<br /> <br /> ''Conjury:'' Though the offensive magic of conjury is lost to her -- she just ‘’can’t’’ seem to get the elementals to work with her in that regard, or bend even the slightest bit to her will, her eldest sister made sure that she at the very least knew the most basic of first aid and healing skills before she left for war. And that’s about the extent of what X’aros seems to be capable of, really. Not that she’s tried to do much with it since she left her clan.<br /> <br /> ''Cooking:'' When she ceased being the baby of the family, she was taught to cook to feed not only herself but her younger siblings while their mother and aunts were working. As such, though she is by no means a gourmet chef, she knows her way around a pan well enough to produce something edible and, if she dare say so herself, a little tasty.<br /> <br /> ----<br /> <br /> === History ===<br /> <br /> ----<br /> <br /> Currently, the background information is being worked out to suit the newly formed gathering of Lynx tribe members. Please be patient as this information will likely be changed. &lt;3<br /> <br /> &lt;u&gt;''Beginnings''&lt;/u&gt;<br /> <br /> X’dicentra was born into a small branch of the Lynx clan that inhabited the area around Ala Mhigo, and fled to escape the rule of Theodorac in late 1552, pregnant with her first child. They eventually settle in the embrace of the Twelveswood, mistrusting of the locals and forest alike. X’nolia is born early into 1553 - pale, fragile, tiny, silent. The medical knowledge that the clan has brought with them seems hardly enough to deduce what’s wrong, much less save the newborn kitten.<br /> <br /> Worried, X’dicentra risks venturing into the nearby city with the kitten in order to find a medic. They are treated by Elezen herbalist Caominnoine, who invites them to stay with her in her home and clinic so that she may help keep watch on the child during the times of trial. Reluctant but desperate, X’dicentra agrees -- and spends several days in the company of the woman while she helps nurse their baby through the sickness.<br /> <br /> X’nolia survives, but her voice and physical prowess are forfeit. Mother and child return to their clan and tell them of the kindness they received, much to their leader’s uncertain discomfort. Years pass, the small clan settling uncomfortably as the forest begins to allow and welcome their presence and the Griandians begrudgingly become used to them in 1555. They begin hunting and selling pelts, farming herbs and vegetables, and selling cultural dishes to make a productive living. Even after learning of the King of Ruin’s death, the idea of going back to Ala Mhigo is strange. It’s universally decided that Gridania is “home” to the growing branch of Lynxes.<br /> <br /> &lt;u&gt;''Childhood''&lt;/u&gt;<br /> <br /> X’aros is born in the spring 1555, shortly after her clan has truly settled. She’s healthy, much to the relief of her mother and clan, and grows up a rambunctious child. Even from a young age, she idolizes the adventurers arriving and frequently drags her elder sister off to follow them. When she’s five, her mother delivers twins to X’diyn Nunh; X’essia and X’ersia. X’aros begins learning to cook and take care of their basic needs under the watchful eye of an aunt while her mother and older sister are out tending to the clan’s small fields.<br /> <br /> During an outing with a few of the older members of her tribe to trade with another local Seeker clan, the Dodos, she meets and befriends D’emi Rhojah. The two regularly plead with their mothers to meet and play together, and spend many years together and form a tight knit bond.<br /> <br /> It isn’t until she’s ten and out playing with her younger sisters, pretending to be adventurers in their own right, that they brave going further into the Black Shroud by themselves. As they are wont to do, they soon wander too far and are cornered by a lone Ixali. X’aros uses her own body to shield the younger kittens, but her back is torn to ribbons before the adventurer that had volunteered to go track them down finds them and slays the beast. X’essia and X’ersia are mostly unhurt, but X’aros is rushed to the Conjurer’s Guild for treatment.<br /> <br /> They heal her, but her body grows with the reminders of her foolish mistake. She’s no longer allowed to go out without an adult accompanying her. Contrary to being quelled, however, her thirst to be an adventurer is only increased by her timely rescue.<br /> <br /> Before even being healed, she’s already picking up sticks and hanging around the lancer’s guild mimicking their practices. The Wood Wailers do not think she’s cute.<br /> <br /> &lt;u&gt;''The Fall of Dalamud''&lt;/u&gt;<br /> <br /> Many of the Lynx warriors agree to go into the field to assist in the fight to save Eorzea. Among them is X’aros’ father, X’jardin Nunh. He promises her he’ll be back after a long talk with her mother. X’nolia, now a rather talented white mage in her own right, accompanies him after a stubborn and one-sided argument on the Nunh’s part. Stubbornly, 17 year old X’aros decides her lance skills are good enough to assist them and follows them into the conflict. It is there that she witnesses X’jardin slain, and there that her elder sister shields her from death at the cost of her own life.<br /> <br /> Having witnessed the death of both, a shocked and terrified X’aros elects to flee. Instead of returning to her clan, feeling that the deaths are on her hands, she instead runs to Ishgard. She is an unwelcome stray in the eyes of the Ishgardians.<br /> <br /> &lt;u&gt;''Present''&lt;/u&gt;<br /> <br /> After a run in with her childhood friend, D’emi (now a sort-of Sultansworn), when purchasing supplies for her unit’s encampment, X’aros is introduced to the foreigners Kassandra Enora and Zorai Naccal. After a slightly tentative start, she becomes warily respectful of the former and protectively fond of the latter, thinking of her as a sister of sorts. It is through them that she comes to become a member of the Black Diablos, a group of warriors founded by Enora to hunt down and destroy any remnants of the dragon Bahamut.<br /> <br /> Unable to resist, X’aros agrees wholeheartedly to give them her support in any capacity she can. This results in most of her off time being spent with the Diablos and their various members, becoming increasingly fond of them.<br /> <br /> Until Enora plays a ‘humorous’ joke by taking the name of Ishgard and its authority in vain in order to playfully chase a few members of another company about La Noscea. Unamused, and highly irritated that Kassandra would abuse her offer of assistance and title, X’aros begins to pull away from the Diablos. This culminates in her removing her linkpearl and cutting off ties with them for a moon after an altercation with Kassandra.<br /> <br /> Later, she meets Kassanda (accompanied by Zorai) and argue again while X’aros is conversing with D’emi. This escalates into a physical confrontation during which X’aros is nearly swallowed by her inner dragon -- attempting to spear Kassandra through the stomach and ultimately dispose of her. D’emi, unable to allow this, hurls herself between Kassandra and the lance with her shield. The shield is punctured, along with D’emi’s abdomen. Thankfully, Zorai’s healing magic is able to keep her well enough to be transported to a medic in Camp Dragonhead.<br /> .<br /> <br /> For the next several suns, X’aros busies herself attending to D’emi in whatever way she can manage -- and eventually returns with her to Ul’dah. During their stay here, fellow Diablos Ul’teah Frostheart sends out a distress call for assistance in rescuing his friend, Y’fhyrr Tia, from a sticky situation involving his clan. Hopeful that she has overcome her temperament issues, X’aros and Zorai agree to assist in this rescue mission. It quickly dissolves into combat, during which D’emi and Azranahr Stormchaser (another Diablos member) are called in to assist. Unfortunately, under the stress of combat, her control breaks once more -- resulting in the death of several of the Y’ clan members and her rounding on and injuring Azranahr. On their return trip, X’aros formally gives up her lance via throwing it into the desert sands and leaving it. Once recovered from their wounds, D’emi and X’aros resume their trip -- and now stand in Gridania, where X’aros is attempting to avoid seeking out her clan.<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> ----<br /> <br /> === Affiliations ===<br /> <br /> ----<br /> <br /> &lt;u&gt;Lynx Clan&lt;/u&gt;<br /> <br /> :''Mother:'' X’dicentra Oraah ''(45, Hunter)''&lt;br/&gt;<br /> :''Father:'' X’jardin Nunh ''('''Deceased''', would be 46)''&lt;br/&gt;<br /> :''Siblings:''<br /> ::X’nolia Jardin ''('''Deceased''', would be 24, Conjurer)''&lt;br/&gt;<br /> ::X’essia Diyn ''(17)''&lt;br/&gt;<br /> ::X’ersia Diyn ''(17)''&lt;br/&gt;<br /> ::X’maryl Jardin ''(5)''&lt;br/&gt;<br /> <br /> ----<br /> <br /> === Other Notes ===<br /> <br /> ----<br /> <br /> '''Rumors'''<br /> <br /> &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#008000&quot;&gt;Common Rumours&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;<br /> <br /> *&lt;span style=&quot;color:#008000&quot;&gt;“X’aros? Oh, that miqo’te girl. I heard she gave up her lance for some reason. A good thing, really, she never quite belonged here.” - House Fortemps knight&lt;/span&gt;<br /> *&lt;span style=&quot;color:#008000&quot;&gt;“I once heard she got it into her head she was good enough to try and woo Valeroyant. Can you imagine? A silly stray like her, trying to romance a proper Ishgardian knight. Preposterous!” - House Fortemps cook&lt;/span&gt;<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#daa520&quot;&gt;Moderate Rumours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ffd700&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;<br /> <br /> *&lt;span style=&quot;color:#daa520&quot;&gt;”Aye, I know her. She once got drunk and stood up on me bar, rantin’ about somethin’ to do with Ishgardians. Bloody crazy, that one.” - Flying Shark barkeep&lt;/span&gt;<br /> *&lt;span style=&quot;color:#daa520&quot;&gt;“You know, when she came here she kept babbling about how she couldn’t go home. She must have done something terrible wherever she came from, don’t you think?” - Resident of the Observatorium&lt;/span&gt;<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff0000&quot;&gt;Rare Rumours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;<br /> <br /> *&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff0000&quot;&gt;”You know, I saw what she did to that Elezen that came to help her -- shattered his knee cap! Just for trying to stop her! It was terrifying, I’m just lucky she didn’t see me…” - Surviving Y’ tribe member&lt;/span&gt;<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#0000ff&quot;&gt;Player Created Rumours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;<br /> <br /> *&lt;span style=&quot;color:#0000ff&quot;&gt;&quot;If looks could kill, I'd be out of Limsa by now...&quot; - Rieza Hughes, Black Diablos Book Keeper&lt;/span&gt;<br /> <br /> [[category:Player Character]][[category:Miqo'te]][[category:Miqo'te Seeker of the Sun]]</div>

B'habra https://wiki.ffxiv-roleplayers.com/index.php?title=X%27aros_Jardin&diff=247640 2017-05-25T17:05:51Z

<p>B'habra: </p> <hr /> <div>{{Infobox-character<br /> | name = X’aros Jardin<br /> | image =<br /> | imagewidth = <br /> | caption =<br /> | title = Former Dragoon of Ishgard<br /> | gender = Female<br /> | citizenship = Gridania<br /> | race = Miqo’te<br /> | clan = Seekers of the Sun<br /> | stat_1 = Age<br /> | stat_1_value = 22<br /> | stat_2 = Nameday<br /> | stat_2_value = 2nd Sun of the 3rd Astral Moon, 1555<br /> | stat_3 = Guardian<br /> | stat_3_value = Azeyma, the Warden<br /> | stat_4 = Occupation<br /> | stat_4_value = Adventurer<br /> | stat_5 = Free Company Affiliation<br /> | stat_5_value = The Black Diablos<br /> | stat_6 = <br /> | stat_6_value = <br /> }} {{Character-stub}}<br /> <br /> ----<br /> <br /> === Basics ===<br /> <br /> ----<br /> <br /> ===== Name =====<br /> <br /> ''Given Name:’''X’aros Jardin (sh-AH-ros | Jar-den)<br /> <br /> ''Preferred Monikers: ''X’aros (Sh-AH-ros) is her preferred name among those familiar enough with the tribal language to properly pronounce it; but growing up in the thick of Gridania and living so long with the mostly Elvaan inhabitants of Coerthas has left her with the knowledge that not everyone can. So she’ll answer to any close approximation, and even sometimes ‘oy you with the fluffy tail.’<br /> <br /> ===== Appearance&lt;br/&gt; =====<br /> <br /> ''Height:'' 5 fulms, 10 ilms -- she stands as the tallest of her sisters, yet not quite as tall as the Nunh who sired her.<br /> <br /> ''Weight:'' 155 ponz<br /> <br /> ''Build:'' X’aros’ body is built with a lean kind of muscle that marks her body as more flexibility and speed than heavy hitting. She’s toned from years of combat and rigorous training as a dragoon, particularly her legs. Her curves lean to being slightly top heavy -- her chest and shoulders slightly more broad than her hips, and her face is distinctly heart shaped with its soft, rounded cheeks.<br /> <br /> ''Hair:'' A dusty red-pink in color, her hair has been functionally cut into a reverse bob, the front tips just brushing her collarbone and the end sweeping up and off of her neck almost entirely. Her bangs are cropped to match, and come to a blunt end just above her eyes. Her hair and fur, particularly her tail are fluffy and full, much like the real-world [http://catsnco.files.wordpress.com/2012/07/angora3.jpg turkish angora].<br /> <br /> ''Eyes:'' Wide, uptilted almonds ringed in full, sharp pink lashes. Heterochromatic, her irises reflect a molten gold on the left and a brilliant, pale spring green on the right.<br /> <br /> ''Skin:'' Tanned from a lifetime of training and working outside, X’aros has naturally dark skin has been made even darker by the sun. Her skin has a natural, rosy blush to it -- primarily showing itself in her cheeks, fingertips, and on her joints.<br /> <br /> ''Style:''Years living in the snowy wasteland of Coerthas have left her with a penchant for warmer clothes -- long shirts and trousers made of thick materials. She has no real sense of fashion and color theory, instead tending to drift towards whatever she feels is most comfortable at the time. Key words are function over fashion, though she has a few pieces of jewelry that she’s fond of wearing on occasion.<br /> <br /> ''Scars and Markings:''<br /> <br /> *X’aros’ face bears the distinct markings of her race -- namely, a trio of almost coral stripes along her cheekbones, each one slightly shorter and fainter in color than the last.<br /> <br /> *There are a series of long healed scars resembling claw marks along her middle and lower back, faded and shiny.<br /> <br /> *Just above them nestled between her shoulder blades is a faded black mark, the sharp tipped blobs shaped vaguely like a particular crystal formation.<br /> <br /> *More recently, she has gained a thin scar across her left cheek that is just beginning to fade, as well as a thick, diagonal cut across her stomach that is still in the process of healing.<br /> <br /> ''Posture:'' Generally speaking, X’aros stands quite stiffly -- her posture is upright and always subtly thrumming with readiness after being trained into being prepared for split second transition into combat. Often times, she comes across as wooden or unconcerned because of this -- her reactions forcibly minimized and expression stiff.<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> ----<br /> <br /> === Personality ===<br /> <br /> ----<br /> <br /> ''Alignment:'' Neutral Good<br /> <br /> ''Defining Personality Traits:''<br /> <br /> *X’aros presents herself as very quiet and composed, attempting to project herself as the the picture of maturity. She tries to keep her voice quiet, her reactions tame but always polite. Being polite is notoriously important to her, and she tries very hard not to be outright hostile to other individuals.<br /> <br /> *Despite this, her temper lurks very close to the surface -- and her skin is particularly thin when it comes to the defense of her loved ones and her own choices. Unfortunately, because of this she has a particularly dangerous tie to what is commonly referred to as her ‘inner dragon.’ This has recently become an issue for her.<br /> <br /> *Also unfortunately, she can hold onto a bitter grudge until the end of her days. She thinks herself an unwise person to cross, usually because of this.<br /> <br /> *Perhaps because of her upbringing, X’aros is particularly fond of smaller and younger (or younger acting) individuals -- often trying to take them under her wing and mother them slightly, becoming incredibly defensive and doting upon them.<br /> <br /> *Conversely, she tends to be naturally biased towards the larger and more aggressive individuals in society, though she will still do her best to be polite to them.<br /> <br /> *X’aros is a complete and utter prude -- and avoids and abhors discussion about anything lewd or “unseemly”. If the situation becomes unavoidable, she tends to withdraw and cease talking unless directly addressed.<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> ----<br /> <br /> === Traits ===<br /> <br /> ----<br /> <br /> ''Likes''<br /> <br /> *Hot tea (particularly anything with a strong, spicy flavour)<br /> *High perches, particularly if they involve being able to look out across the landscape<br /> *Pastry fish<br /> *Plant life; particularly large, old trees. (As they often remind her of the Shroud.)<br /> <br /> ''Dislikes''<br /> <br /> *Foggy and rainy weather.<br /> *Unauthorized physical contact (she will often react violently if you catch her off guard).<br /> *Boasting.<br /> *Alcohol.<br /> *The two combined are just a nightmare.<br /> *Scalekin, and those who are fond of them, in any respect.<br /> <br /> ==== Skills&lt;br/&gt; ====<br /> <br /> ''Conjury:'' Though the offensive magic of conjury is lost to her -- she just ‘’can’t’’ seem to get the elementals to work with her in that regard, or bend even the slightest bit to her will, her eldest sister made sure that she at the very least knew the most basic of first aid and healing skills before she left for war. And that’s about the extent of what X’aros seems to be capable of, really. Not that she’s tried to do much with it since she left her clan.<br /> <br /> ''Cooking:'' When she ceased being the baby of the family, she was taught to cook to feed not only herself but her younger siblings while their mother and aunts were working. As such, though she is by no means a gourmet chef, she knows her way around a pan well enough to produce something edible and, if she dare say so herself, a little tasty.<br /> <br /> ----<br /> <br /> === History ===<br /> <br /> ----<br /> <br /> Currently, the background information is being worked out to suit the newly formed gathering of Lynx tribe members. Please be patient as this information will likely be changed. &lt;3<br /> <br /> &lt;u&gt;''Beginnings''&lt;/u&gt;<br /> <br /> X’dicentra was born into a small branch of the Lynx clan that inhabited the area around Ala Mhigo, and fled to escape the rule of Theodorac in late 1552, pregnant with her first child. They eventually settle in the embrace of the Twelveswood, mistrusting of the locals and forest alike. X’nolia is born early into 1553 - pale, fragile, tiny, silent. The medical knowledge that the clan has brought with them seems hardly enough to deduce what’s wrong, much less save the newborn kitten.<br /> <br /> Worried, X’dicentra risks venturing into the nearby city with the kitten in order to find a medic. They are treated by Elezen herbalist Caominnoine, who invites them to stay with her in her home and clinic so that she may help keep watch on the child during the times of trial. Reluctant but desperate, X’dicentra agrees -- and spends several days in the company of the woman while she helps nurse their baby through the sickness.<br /> <br /> X’nolia survives, but her voice and physical prowess are forfeit. Mother and child return to their clan and tell them of the kindness they received, much to their leader’s uncertain discomfort. Years pass, the small clan settling uncomfortably as the forest begins to allow and welcome their presence and the Griandians begrudgingly become used to them in 1555. They begin hunting and selling pelts, farming herbs and vegetables, and selling cultural dishes to make a productive living. Even after learning of the King of Ruin’s death, the idea of going back to Ala Mhigo is strange. It’s universally decided that Gridania is “home” to the growing branch of Lynxes.<br /> <br /> &lt;u&gt;''Childhood''&lt;/u&gt;<br /> <br /> X’aros is born in the spring 1555, shortly after her clan has truly settled. She’s healthy, much to the relief of her mother and clan, and grows up a rambunctious child. Even from a young age, she idolizes the adventurers arriving and frequently drags her elder sister off to follow them. When she’s five, her mother delivers twins to X’diyn Nunh; X’essia and X’ersia. X’aros begins learning to cook and take care of their basic needs under the watchful eye of an aunt while her mother and older sister are out tending to the clan’s small fields.<br /> <br /> During an outing with a few of the older members of her tribe to trade with another local Seeker clan, the Dodos, she meets and befriends D’emi Rhojah. The two regularly plead with their mothers to meet and play together, and spend many years together and form a tight knit bond.<br /> <br /> It isn’t until she’s ten and out playing with her younger sisters, pretending to be adventurers in their own right, that they brave going further into the Black Shroud by themselves. As they are wont to do, they soon wander too far and are cornered by a lone Ixali. X’aros uses her own body to shield the younger kittens, but her back is torn to ribbons before the adventurer that had volunteered to go track them down finds them and slays the beast. X’essia and X’ersia are mostly unhurt, but X’aros is rushed to the Conjurer’s Guild for treatment.<br /> <br /> They heal her, but her body grows with the reminders of her foolish mistake. She’s no longer allowed to go out without an adult accompanying her. Contrary to being quelled, however, her thirst to be an adventurer is only increased by her timely rescue.<br /> <br /> Before even being healed, she’s already picking up sticks and hanging around the lancer’s guild mimicking their practices. The Wood Wailers do not think she’s cute.<br /> <br /> &lt;u&gt;''The Fall of Dalamud''&lt;/u&gt;<br /> <br /> Many of the Lynx warriors agree to go into the field to assist in the fight to save Eorzea. Among them is X’aros’ father, X’jardin Nunh. He promises her he’ll be back after a long talk with her mother. X’nolia, now a rather talented white mage in her own right, accompanies him after a stubborn and one-sided argument on the Nunh’s part. Stubbornly, 17 year old X’aros decides her lance skills are good enough to assist them and follows them into the conflict. It is there that she witnesses X’jardin slain, and there that her elder sister shields her from death at the cost of her own life.<br /> <br /> Having witnessed the death of both, a shocked and terrified X’aros elects to flee. Instead of returning to her clan, feeling that the deaths are on her hands, she instead runs to Ishgard. She is an unwelcome stray in the eyes of the Ishgardians.<br /> <br /> &lt;u&gt;''Dragoon Age''&lt;/u&gt;<br /> <br /> Regardless, and desperate not to return to her homeland, X’aros works her way into the graces of the House Fortemps after weeks of doing any odd job she can to afford food and shelter at a small inn by the Observatorium. Within the month, she has sworn fealty to Lord Haurchefant and has been edged into probationary training as a dragoon. Though largely unhappy with her presence, her unit accepts her into their ranks.<br /> <br /> She spends the next four years scrambling for every onz of respect she can, spending many a night she’s not on watch duty working on her techniques and combat prowess. Naturally, she develops an aversion to scalekin and those fond of them over time. She begins to think of the snowy plains of Coerthas as her home, despite her status as virtual social leper.<br /> <br /> It is also here, at the age of 20, that she has her first brush with romance -- developing a fondness for one of her unit mates, a Wildwood Elezen by the name of Valeroyant Arbeau. After several moons of sighing and planning, eventually she makes her feelings known and receives a tremendous rejection that is the gossip for the next few weeks.<br /> <br /> Humiliated, X’aros swears off romance and retreats back into only necessary social interactions.<br /> <br /> &lt;u&gt;''Present''&lt;/u&gt;<br /> <br /> After a run in with her childhood friend, D’emi (now a sort-of Sultansworn), when purchasing supplies for her unit’s encampment, X’aros is introduced to the foreigners Kassandra Enora and Zorai Naccal. After a slightly tentative start, she becomes warily respectful of the former and protectively fond of the latter, thinking of her as a sister of sorts. It is through them that she comes to become a member of the Black Diablos, a group of warriors founded by Enora to hunt down and destroy any remnants of the dragon Bahamut.<br /> <br /> Unable to resist, X’aros agrees wholeheartedly to give them her support in any capacity she can. This results in most of her off time being spent with the Diablos and their various members, becoming increasingly fond of them.<br /> <br /> Until Enora plays a ‘humorous’ joke by taking the name of Ishgard and its authority in vain in order to playfully chase a few members of another company about La Noscea. Unamused, and highly irritated that Kassandra would abuse her offer of assistance and title, X’aros begins to pull away from the Diablos. This culminates in her removing her linkpearl and cutting off ties with them for a moon after an altercation with Kassandra.<br /> <br /> Later, she meets Kassanda (accompanied by Zorai) and argue again while X’aros is conversing with D’emi. This escalates into a physical confrontation during which X’aros is nearly swallowed by her inner dragon -- attempting to spear Kassandra through the stomach and ultimately dispose of her. D’emi, unable to allow this, hurls herself between Kassandra and the lance with her shield. The shield is punctured, along with D’emi’s abdomen. Thankfully, Zorai’s healing magic is able to keep her well enough to be transported to a medic in Camp Dragonhead.<br /> <br /> Horrified, X’aros returns to her Lord after making sure D’emi is safe and resigns from her position as dragoon. She cannot allow herself to assist them, as close to the edge as she has now found herself. Lord Haurchefant, though disappointed, accepts her resignation with well wishes and the offer that there will always be space for her lance in his troops should she ever change her mind.<br /> <br /> For the next several suns, X’aros busies herself attending to D’emi in whatever way she can manage -- and eventually returns with her to Ul’dah. During their stay here, fellow Diablos Ul’teah Frostheart sends out a distress call for assistance in rescuing his friend, Y’fhyrr Tia, from a sticky situation involving his clan. Hopeful that she has overcome her temperament issues, X’aros and Zorai agree to assist in this rescue mission. It quickly dissolves into combat, during which D’emi and Azranahr Stormchaser (another Diablos member) are called in to assist. Unfortunately, under the stress of combat, her control breaks once more -- resulting in the death of several of the Y’ clan members and her rounding on and injuring Azranahr. On their return trip, X’aros formally gives up her lance via throwing it into the desert sands and leaving it. Once recovered from their wounds, D’emi and X’aros resume their trip -- and now stand in Gridania, where X’aros is attempting to avoid seeking out her clan.<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> ----<br /> <br /> === Affiliations ===<br /> <br /> ----<br /> <br /> &lt;u&gt;Lynx Clan&lt;/u&gt;<br /> <br /> :''Mother:'' X’dicentra Oraah ''(45, Hunter)''&lt;br/&gt;<br /> :''Father:'' X’jardin Nunh ''('''Deceased''', would be 46)''&lt;br/&gt;<br /> :''Siblings:''<br /> ::X’nolia Jardin ''('''Deceased''', would be 24, Conjurer)''&lt;br/&gt;<br /> ::X’essia Diyn ''(17)''&lt;br/&gt;<br /> ::X’ersia Diyn ''(17)''&lt;br/&gt;<br /> ::X’maryl Jardin ''(5)''&lt;br/&gt;<br /> <br /> ----<br /> <br /> === Other Notes ===<br /> <br /> ----<br /> <br /> '''Rumors'''<br /> <br /> &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#008000&quot;&gt;Common Rumours&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;<br /> <br /> *&lt;span style=&quot;color:#008000&quot;&gt;“X’aros? Oh, that miqo’te girl. I heard she gave up her lance for some reason. A good thing, really, she never quite belonged here.” - House Fortemps knight&lt;/span&gt;<br /> *&lt;span style=&quot;color:#008000&quot;&gt;“I once heard she got it into her head she was good enough to try and woo Valeroyant. Can you imagine? A silly stray like her, trying to romance a proper Ishgardian knight. Preposterous!” - House Fortemps cook&lt;/span&gt;<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#daa520&quot;&gt;Moderate Rumours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ffd700&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;<br /> <br /> *&lt;span style=&quot;color:#daa520&quot;&gt;”Aye, I know her. She once got drunk and stood up on me bar, rantin’ about somethin’ to do with Ishgardians. Bloody crazy, that one.” - Flying Shark barkeep&lt;/span&gt;<br /> *&lt;span style=&quot;color:#daa520&quot;&gt;“You know, when she came here she kept babbling about how she couldn’t go home. She must have done something terrible wherever she came from, don’t you think?” - Resident of the Observatorium&lt;/span&gt;<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff0000&quot;&gt;Rare Rumours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;<br /> <br /> *&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff0000&quot;&gt;”You know, I saw what she did to that Elezen that came to help her -- shattered his knee cap! Just for trying to stop her! It was terrifying, I’m just lucky she didn’t see me…” - Surviving Y’ tribe member&lt;/span&gt;<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#0000ff&quot;&gt;Player Created Rumours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;<br /> <br /> *&lt;span style=&quot;color:#0000ff&quot;&gt;&quot;If looks could kill, I'd be out of Limsa by now...&quot; - Rieza Hughes, Black Diablos Book Keeper&lt;/span&gt;<br /> <br /> [[category:Player Character]][[category:Miqo'te]][[category:Miqo'te Seeker of the Sun]]</div>

B'habra https://wiki.ffxiv-roleplayers.com/index.php?title=W%27rhika_Tia&diff=247639 2017-05-25T17:04:44Z

<p>B'habra: </p> <hr /> <div>&lt;div align=center&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-size:55px;letter-spacing:0.2em;color:#1E90FF;font-family:Georgia;text-shadow: 1px 1px 5px silver&quot;&gt;W'rhika Tia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> &lt;div align=center&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-size:15px;letter-spacing:0.75em;color:#87CEFA;font-family:Georgia;text-shadow: 1px 1px 5px silver&quot;&gt;&quot;I do not grieve not being able to see. Somehow, blindness brings me peace.&quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> &lt;div align=center&gt;[[File:Wrhika.png]]&lt;/div&gt;<br /> &lt;div align=center&gt;&lt;table style=&quot;position:center;&quot; width=&quot;60%&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;tr&gt;<br /> &lt;td style=&quot;vertical-align: top;width:50%;padding-right:10px; font-size:9pt;font-family:Helvetica;&quot;&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;mw-headline&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;div style=&quot;padding:10px 20px; font-size:20px;font-family:Georgia;text-shadow: 1px 1px 5px silver;letter-spacing:0.1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;font style=&quot;color:#1E90FF;&quot;&gt;'''»'''&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font style=&quot;color:#87CEEB&quot;&gt;—————————&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font style=&quot;color:#1E90FF;&quot;&gt;'''›'''&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style=&quot;color:#87CEEB&quot;&gt;☼&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style=&quot;color:#1E90FF;&quot;&gt;'''‹'''&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font style=&quot;color:#87CEEB&quot;&gt;—————————&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font style=&quot;color:#1E90FF;&quot;&gt;'''«'''&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;<br /> &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> &lt;div align=center&gt;&lt;table style=&quot;position:center;&quot; width=&quot;60%&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;tr&gt;<br /> &lt;td style=&quot;vertical-align: top;width:50%;padding-right:10px; font-size:9pt;font-family:Helvetica;&quot;&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;mw-headline&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;div style=&quot;padding:10px 35px; background: #87CEEB;font-size:14px;color:#ffffff;font-family:Georgia;text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px black;letter-spacing:0.15em;&quot;&gt;&lt;center&gt;'''VITAL INFORMATION'''&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> &lt;font style=&quot;padding:0px 5px; font-size:12px;color:#4169E1;font-family:Georgia;letter-spacing:0.2em;text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px silver&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font style=&quot;font-size:12px;color:#000080;font-family:Georgia;letter-spacing:0.2em;text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px silver&quot;&gt;'''RACE &amp; CLAN...'''&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font style=&quot;font-family:Georgia;&quot;&gt;Miqo'te Sunseeker&lt;/font&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;font style=&quot;padding:0px 5px; font-size:12px;color:#4169E1;font-family:Georgia;letter-spacing:0.2em;text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px silver&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font style=&quot;font-size:12px;color:#000080;font-family:Georgia;letter-spacing:0.2em;text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px silver&quot;&gt;'''GENDER...'''&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font style=&quot;font-family:Georgia;&quot;&gt;Male&lt;/font&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;font style=&quot;padding:0px 5px; font-size:12px;color:#4169E1;font-family:Georgia;letter-spacing:0.2em;text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px silver&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font style=&quot;font-size:12px;color:#000080;font-family:Georgia;letter-spacing:0.2em;text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px silver&quot;&gt;'''AGE &amp; NAMEDAY...'''&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font style=&quot;font-family:Georgia;&quot;&gt; 34 (27th Sun/5th Astral)&lt;/font&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;font style=&quot;padding:0px 5px; font-size:12px;color:#4169E1;font-family:Georgia;letter-spacing:0.2em;text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px silver&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font style=&quot;font-size:12px;color:#000080;font-family:Georgia;letter-spacing:0.2em;text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px silver&quot;&gt;'''ORIENTATION...'''&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font style=&quot;font-family:Georgia;padding:0px 5px;&quot;&gt;Heterosexual&lt;/font&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;font style=&quot;padding:0px 5px; font-size:12px;color:#4169E1;font-family:Georgia;letter-spacing:0.2em;text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px silver&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font style=&quot;font-size:12px;color:#000080;font-family:Georgia;letter-spacing:0.2em;text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px silver&quot;&gt;'''MARITAL STATUS...'''&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font style=&quot;font-family:Georgia;padding:0px 5px;&quot;&gt;Widowed&lt;/font&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;td style=&quot;vertical-align: top;width:50%;padding-right:10px; font-size:9pt;font-family:Helvetica;&quot;&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;mw-headline&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;div style=&quot;padding:10px 35px; background: #87CEEB;font-size:14px;color:#ffffff;font-family:Georgia;text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px black;letter-spacing:0.15em;&quot;&gt;&lt;center&gt;'''OTHER STATISTICS'''&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> &lt;font style=&quot;padding:0px 5px; font-size:12px;color:#4169E1;font-family:Georgia;letter-spacing:0.2em;text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px silver&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font style=&quot;font-size:12px;color:#000080;font-family:Georgia;letter-spacing:0.2em;text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px silver&quot;&gt;'''NATIONALITY...'''&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font style=&quot;font-family:Georgia;&quot;&gt;Coerthas&lt;/font&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;font style=&quot;padding:0px 5px; font-size:12px;color:#4169E1;font-family:Georgia;letter-spacing:0.2em;text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px silver&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font style=&quot;font-size:12px;color:#000080;font-family:Georgia;letter-spacing:0.2em;text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px silver&quot;&gt;'''CURRENT RESIDENCE...'''&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font style=&quot;font-family:Georgia;&quot;&gt;Mist&lt;/font&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;font style=&quot;padding:0px 5px; font-size:12px;color:#4169E1;font-family:Georgia;letter-spacing:0.2em;text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px silver&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font style=&quot;font-size:12px;color:#000080;font-family:Georgia;letter-spacing:0.2em;text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px silver&quot;&gt;'''OCCUPATION...'''&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font style=&quot;font-family:Georgia;&quot;&gt;Bard&lt;/font&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;font style=&quot;padding:0px 5px; font-size:12px;color:#4169E1;font-family:Georgia;letter-spacing:0.2em;text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px silver&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font style=&quot;font-size:12px;color:#000080;font-family:Georgia;letter-spacing:0.2em;text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px silver&quot;&gt;'''PATRON DEITY...'''&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font style=&quot;font-family:Georgia;&quot;&gt;Oschon&lt;/font&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;font style=&quot;padding:0px 5px; font-size:12px;color:#4169E1;font-family:Georgia;letter-spacing:0.2em;text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px silver&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font style=&quot;font-size:12px;color:#000080;font-family:Georgia;letter-spacing:0.2em;text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px silver&quot;&gt;'''HEIGHT &amp; WEIGHT...'''&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font style=&quot;font-family:Georgia;padding:0px 5px;&quot;&gt; 5 fulms, 7 ilms/159 ponz&lt;/font&gt;<br /> &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> <br /> <br /> =Personality=<br /> &lt;div align=center&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;padding:10px 0px; background: #1E90FF;font-size:16px;color:#ffffff;font-family:Georgia;text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px black&quot;&gt;'''P E R S O N A L I T Y'''&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> &lt;div align=justify&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;padding: 7px 4px;font-size:13px; color:#585350;font-family:Georgia;&quot;&gt;W'rhika is a kind and polite man, albeit a bit reserved. Often seen either sitting in silence or napping, it's hard to imagine the man was once a soldier. He has a fondness for solitude and secrecy, and rarely if ever answers questions regarding his past. If he does answer, it usually is with vague answers. Despite that, he is always willing to give advice if asked, sometimes without being asked, and will not hesitate to help anyone. It is very rare to make him laugh, though he smiles constantly. It is even harder to drive him into aggression, but any threats to his siblings will be met with an arrow between the eyes. He's especially protective of the youngest of his siblings, Leih and O'yhuh, even though the former is unaware of their relationship and the latter is constantly hiding from danger. He is also very courteous and almost flirty, having learn from his father how to behave around women. That said, he is the commited type and will not cheat if he is in a relationship.<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> A more keen eye would notice that W'rhika shows clear signs of depression and post-traumatic stress disorder, having been one of the survivors of Carteneau. Recent loss has made him even more protective of his remaining family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;div align=center&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;padding:10px 0px; background: #1E90FF;font-size:16px;color:#ffffff;font-family:Georgia;text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px black&quot;&gt;'''A P P E A R A N C E'''&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;div align=justify&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;padding: 7px 4px;font-size:13px; color:#585350;font-family:Georgia;&quot;&gt;'rhika is tall side of the spectrum for a Miqo'te, with a lean, muscular body and tanned skin. He seems to be in good health, aside from his blindness, and can be found exercising often. His hair and fur is rich brown. His tail is fairly long and like all his siblings it seems to be furrier than normal, a trait passed down from their father. Rare to see is the fact that he is covered from head to toe in scars, as he rarely wears anything that will show them.<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> The most striking factor about him are the bright green eyes, slightly dulled since he was blinded. They give and almost playful expression. He does have fangs, which is a trait more commonly seen in Moonkeepers, despite the fact that he is a pure Sunseeker.<br /> &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> &lt;div align=center&gt;&lt;table style=&quot;position:center;&quot; width=&quot;90%&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;tr&gt;<br /> &lt;td style=&quot;vertical-align: top;font-size:9pt;font-family:Helvetica;&quot;&gt;&lt;h3&gt;<br /> &lt;div style=&quot;padding:10px 35px;background: #87CEEB;font-size:14px;color:#ffffff;font-family:Georgia;text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px black&quot;&gt;&lt;center&gt;'''L I K E S'''&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;<br /> <br /> : &lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia;&quot;&gt;&lt;font style=&quot;color:#7e7b79;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; '''Music'''. What bard doesn't enjoy music?&lt;/div&gt;<br /> : &lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia;&quot;&gt;&lt;font style=&quot;color:#7e7b79;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; '''Sounds in General'''. Being blind means that his world is mostly sounds.&lt;/div&gt;<br /> : &lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia;&quot;&gt;&lt;font style=&quot;color:#7e7b79;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; '''Wolves'''. His father raised Hoardhounds when W'rhika was small and he has special fondness for the animals.&lt;/div&gt;<br /> : &lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia;&quot;&gt;&lt;font style=&quot;color:#7e7b79;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; '''Beautiful Women'''. His father had eighteen kids... And W'rhika does take a bit after him... He is very loyal, though.&lt;/div&gt;<br /> <br /> <br /> &lt;td style=&quot;vertical-align: top;font-size:9pt;font-family:Helvetica;&quot;&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;mw-headline&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;div style=&quot;padding:10px 35px; background: #000080;font-size:14px;color:#ffffff;font-family:Georgia;text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px black&quot;&gt;&lt;center&gt;'''D I S L I K E S'''&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;<br /> <br /> : &lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia;&quot;&gt;&lt;font style=&quot;color:#7e7b79;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; '''Greed'''. To desire more than you need is to show little care for those who have none.&lt;/div&gt;<br /> : &lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia;&quot;&gt;&lt;font style=&quot;color:#7e7b79;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; '''Garleans'''. He has no love for anything related to them.&lt;/div&gt;<br /> : &lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia;&quot;&gt;&lt;font style=&quot;color:#7e7b79;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; '''Anything Related to Carteneau'''. He has been trying to leave those days behind him and prefers not to dwell too much on it.&lt;/div&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;td style=&quot;vertical-align: top;font-size:9pt;font-family:Helvetica;&quot;&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;mw-headline&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;div style=&quot;padding:10px 35px; background: #87CEEB;font-size:14px;color:#ffffff;font-family:Georgia;text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px black&quot;&gt;&lt;center&gt;'''Q U I R K S'''&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;<br /> <br /> : &lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia;&quot;&gt;&lt;font style=&quot;color:#7e7b79;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; '''Prefers Solitude'''. W'rhika leaves for long periods of time alone and there has yet to be found a person that can stop him.&lt;/div&gt;<br /> : &lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia;&quot;&gt;&lt;font style=&quot;color:#7e7b79;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; '''Sweet-tooth'''. Like his sister, W'rhika adores sweets, especially fruit related. He does hate raisins in anything, though.&lt;/div&gt;<br /> : &lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia;&quot;&gt;&lt;font style=&quot;color:#7e7b79;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; '''Overprotective Big Brother'''. Having multiple sisters means he is especially protective of them. Especially the youngest sister, Leih.&lt;/div&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> <br /> =History=<br /> <br /> &lt;h3&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;mw-headline&quot; id=&quot;General&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia;padding:10px 15px; background: #1E90FF;font-size:16px;color:#ffffff; text-shadow: 1px 1px 3px silver;letter-spacing:0.2em;&quot;&gt;&lt;center&gt;BACKSTORY&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt; <br /> <br /> WIP<br /> <br /> &lt;h3&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;mw-headline&quot; id=&quot;General&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia;padding:10px 15px; background: #1E90FF;font-size:16px;color:#ffffff; text-shadow: 1px 1px 3px silver;letter-spacing:0.2em;&quot;&gt;&lt;center&gt;RECENT HISTORY&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt; <br /> <br /> WIP<br /> <br /> <br /> =Relationships=<br /> <br /> &lt;div align=center&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;padding:10px 0%; background: #1E90FF;font-size:16px;color:#ffffff;font-family:Georgia;text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px black&quot;&gt;'''R E L A T I O N S H I P S'''&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> {| class=&quot;mw-collapsible mw-collapsed wikitable&quot; width=&quot;100%&quot; border=&quot;0&quot;<br /> ! &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia;&quot;&gt;&lt;font style=&quot;color:#000000;&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt; '''Color Key'''&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> |- <br /> | <br /> :&lt;font style=&quot;color:#b72a78;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt; ♥&lt;/font&gt; &lt;sub&gt;&lt;b&gt;In A Relationship:&lt;/b&gt; W'rhika is romantically involved with this character.&lt;/sub&gt;<br /> :&lt;font style=&quot;color:#FA70BC;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt; ♥&lt;/font&gt; &lt;sub&gt;&lt;b&gt;Romantic Attraction:&lt;/b&gt; W'rhika is romantically interested in this character.&lt;/sub&gt;<br /> :&lt;font style=&quot;color:#ffaedb&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt; ♥&lt;/font&gt; &lt;sub&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sexual Attraction&lt;/b&gt; W'rhika is physically interested in this character.&lt;/sub&gt;<br /> <br /> <br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#54b5eb;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt; ♥&lt;/font&gt; &lt;sub&gt;&lt;b&gt;Platonic Love/Family:&lt;/b&gt; W'rhika considers this person family.&lt;/sub&gt;<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#54b5eb;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt; ♦&lt;/font&gt; &lt;sub&gt;&lt;b&gt;Friend:&lt;/b&gt; W'rhika considers this person his friend.&lt;/sub&gt;<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#93d2f6;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt; ♦&lt;/font&gt; &lt;sub&gt;&lt;b&gt;Friendly Acquaintance:&lt;/b&gt; W'rhika considers this person mostly friendly, or as an ally.&lt;/sub&gt;<br /> <br /> <br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#93d2f6;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt; ●&lt;/font&gt; &lt;sub&gt;&lt;b&gt;Good Standing:&lt;/b&gt; W'rhika has no specific feelings about this character, however they left a good impression.&lt;/sub&gt;<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#c6c6c6;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt; ●&lt;/font&gt; &lt;sub&gt;&lt;b&gt;Neutral:&lt;/b&gt; W'rhika has no specific feelings about this character.&lt;/sub&gt;<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#8a8a8a;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt; ●&lt;/font&gt; &lt;sub&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bad Standing:&lt;/b&gt; W'rhika has no specific feelings about this character, however they left a bad impression.&lt;/sub&gt;<br /> <br /> <br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#8a8a8a;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt; ♠&lt;/font&gt; &lt;sub&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dislike:&lt;/b&gt; W'rhika doesn't consider this person a friend, and will talk if needed, but try to avoid them.&lt;/sub&gt;<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#575757;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt; ♠&lt;/font&gt; &lt;sub&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hate:&lt;/b&gt; W'rhika consider this person an annoyance, and will try to avoid them. Conflict can happen.&lt;/sub&gt;<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#000000;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt; ♠&lt;/font&gt; &lt;sub&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fear:&lt;/b&gt; W'rhika is terrified by this character, and will try to avoid them at all cost.&lt;/sub&gt;<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#630000;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt; ♠&lt;/font&gt; &lt;sub&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rivalry:&lt;/b&gt; W'rhika consider this person a rival, and will try to initiate conflict every time he gets to meet them.&lt;/sub&gt;<br /> <br /> <br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#dba133;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt; ♥&lt;/font&gt; &lt;sub&gt;&lt;b&gt;Family Member:&lt;/b&gt; This character is related by blood or marriage to W'rhika.&lt;/sub&gt;<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#dba133;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt; ✔&lt;/font&gt; &lt;sub&gt;&lt;b&gt;Business:&lt;/b&gt; This character is either an W'rhika's employer, employee, or coworker.&lt;/sub&gt;<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#dba133;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt; ✖&lt;/font&gt; &lt;sub&gt;&lt;b&gt;Deceased:&lt;/b&gt; This character has passed away.&lt;/sub&gt;<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#dba133;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt; &lt;b&gt;?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;sub&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hidden Feelings/Unknown:&lt;/b&gt; This character has one of all the color keys above, but W'rhika isn't fully aware of it yet.&lt;/sub&gt;<br /> &lt;/div&gt;<br /> |}<br /> <br /> &lt;table style=&quot;position:center;&quot; width=&quot;100%&quot;&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;tr&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;td style=&quot;vertical-align: top;width:50%;padding-right:10px; font-size:9pt;font-family:Helvetica;&quot;&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;mw-headline&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;div style=&quot;padding:10px 35px; background: #87CEEB;font-size:14px;color:#ffffff;font-family:Georgia;text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px black&quot;&gt;&lt;center&gt;'''N P C'''&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;<br /> <br /> {| class=&quot;mw-collapsible mw-collapsed wikitable&quot; width=&quot;100%&quot; border=&quot;0&quot;<br /> ! &lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia;&quot;&gt;&lt;font style=&quot;color:#000000;&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt; '''W'rayen Nunh'''&lt;/font&gt; '''('''&lt;font style=&quot;color:#dba133;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt; ♥&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style=&quot;color:#dba133;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt; ✖&lt;/font&gt; ''')''' - '''Father'''&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> |- <br /> | &lt;div style=&quot;font-size:11px; font-family:Georgia&quot;&gt;<br /> [[File:W'rayen.png|thumbnail]]<br /> ''&quot;I still do not understand much about you, Father. You kept all of us in the dark about who you were. Now the mysteries are coming to light and none of us are ready. I remember you as a good man, a good father... And yet something tells me the more I look for answers, the more I will find that I know nothing of you. I want to continue believing you were the hero I remember, but if you are not, I rather know the truth. I just hope you can forgive me.&quot;''<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> All his life, W'rhika saw his father as a hero and honorable warrior. A former Dragoon and one of the Nunh, W'rayen had many women and many children. Despite that, he always gave time to help raise his family, making W'rhika have many fond memories with his father. Over the years that contact slowly disappeared until it stop completely. Father and son reconnected when Leih was born. Though W'rhika has an older brother, it seems W'rayen trusted him more and shared with him some worries concerning his safety, his mate's and his newborn daughter. When W'rayen was killed three years later, W'rhika began investigating more about his father. The more he found out, the more questions he had, and probably will continue to have for the rest of his life.&lt;/div&gt;<br /> |}<br /> <br /> {| class=&quot;mw-collapsible mw-collapsed wikitable&quot; width=&quot;100%&quot; border=&quot;0&quot;<br /> ! &lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia;&quot;&gt;&lt;font style=&quot;color:#000000;&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt; '''W'lana Ashia'''&lt;/font&gt; '''('''&lt;font style=&quot;color:#dba133;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt; ♥&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style=&quot;color:#dba133;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt; ✖&lt;/font&gt; ''')''' - '''Mother'''&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> |- <br /> | &lt;div style=&quot;font-size:11px; font-family:Georgia&quot;&gt;<br /> [[File:W'lana.png|thumbnail]]<br /> ''&quot;I did not know you... I do not even know how you look. I wonder how your voice sounded and if you loved music as much as I did. I wonder the color of your eyes and how bright your smile was.&quot;''<br /> <br /> W'rhika never met his mother, W'lana dying just a few days after he was born in an attack by dragons. No one ever told him much of his mother, only that he was her first and only son, and that she had been loved dearly by W'rayen. She was the reason W'rhika became a dragoon, and also the reason he decided to leave the order.&lt;/div&gt;<br /> |}<br /> <br /> {| class=&quot;mw-collapsible mw-collapsed wikitable&quot; width=&quot;100%&quot; border=&quot;0&quot;<br /> ! &lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia;&quot;&gt;&lt;font style=&quot;color:#000000;&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt; '''Soriale Nulham'''&lt;/font&gt; '''('''&lt;font style=&quot;color:#54b5eb;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt; ♥&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style=&quot;color:#dba133;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt; ✖&lt;/font&gt;''')''' - '''Step-Mother'''&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> |- <br /> | &lt;div style=&quot;font-size:11px; font-family:Georgia&quot;&gt;<br /> [[File:Soriale.png|thumbnail]]<br /> ''&quot;It has been long since I thought about you, step-mother. The ones in the tales are always cruel, but you were the exception. You treated me as if I was your child, even when I was a brat to you. I regret it so much now. I guess you never know what you have until it is taken from you.&quot;''<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> Feeling like Soriale had taken his father away, W'rhika treated her poorly for many years. She always seemed to understand and instead of return the aggression, she smiled kindly and took every insult with patience. After the birth of Leih, and being old enough to understand more, W'rhika actually began to bond with Soriale. When word of her death reached him, he actually mourned his step-mother, and for many years has felt guilty for not giving her a chance earlier.&lt;/div&gt;<br /> |}<br /> <br /> {| class=&quot;mw-collapsible mw-collapsed wikitable&quot; width=&quot;100%&quot; border=&quot;0&quot;<br /> ! &lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia;&quot;&gt;&lt;font style=&quot;color:#000000;&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt; '''Atherion Dreliere'''&lt;/font&gt; '''('''&lt;font style=&quot;color:#54b5eb;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt; ♥&lt;/font&gt;''')''' - '''Little Rion'''&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> |- <br /> | &lt;div style=&quot;font-size:11px; font-family:Georgia&quot;&gt;''&quot;Like his father but smaller, always in trouble. I hope wherever you are, you are watching your son, Atheloux.&quot;''<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> Athrune's son with Altani Olkund, W'rhika has helped raised the boy once in a while, teaching him archery, much to his mother's chagrin, and telling him stories of the days Athrune and W'rhika served together. He's very fond of the child and in return Atherion calls him uncle.&lt;/div&gt;<br /> |}<br /> <br /> {| class=&quot;mw-collapsible mw-collapsed wikitable&quot; width=&quot;100%&quot; border=&quot;0&quot;<br /> ! &lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia;&quot;&gt;&lt;font style=&quot;color:#000000;&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt; '''Gareaux Dreliere'''&lt;/font&gt; '''('''&lt;font style=&quot;color:#8a8a8a;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt; ♠&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style=&quot;color:#dba133;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt; ✔&lt;/font&gt;''')''' - '''Patron'''&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> |- <br /> | &lt;div style=&quot;font-size:11px; font-family:Georgia&quot;&gt;<br /> [[File:Lord Dreliere.png|thumbnail]]<br /> ''&quot;I know little of your ways, and I rather not learn them, with all due respect.&quot;''<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> There is little to be said of W'rhika and Lord Dreliere. They interact when needed and when not they prefer to remain apart. Dreliere resents the Miqo'te for surviving where his son died, and W'rhika resents the Elezen for pushing Athrune away for many years after the former Dragoon broke his engagement with a fellow noble. There is however a certain respect between them. W'rhika is grateful Lord Dreliere has seen his siblings kindly. In return, Lord Dreliere is grateful W'rhika helps Lady Dreliere cope with Athrune's death. <br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> They may never admit it, but in certain way, they see each other as father and son respectively.&lt;/div&gt;<br /> |}<br /> <br /> {| class=&quot;mw-collapsible mw-collapsed wikitable&quot; width=&quot;100%&quot; border=&quot;0&quot;<br /> ! &lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia;&quot;&gt;&lt;font style=&quot;color:#000000;&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt; '''Elise Dreliere'''&lt;/font&gt; '''('''&lt;font style=&quot;color:#54b5eb;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt; ♦&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style=&quot;color:#dba133;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt; ✔&lt;/font&gt;''')''' - '''Patron'''&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> |- <br /> | &lt;div style=&quot;font-size:11px; font-family:Georgia&quot;&gt;<br /> [[File:Lady Dreliere.png|thumbnail]]<br /> ''&quot;Unlike your husband, you are kind to me. I cannot fathom why, but I welcome it. I am your humble servant for life, and yet you call me son. Why such a good woman is married to such a proud man is beyond me, though perhaps you who see beauty in everything know best.&quot;''<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> Lady Dreliere shows favor to W'rhika, perhaps because he is similar to her deceased son. W'rhika loves to play for the woman and enjoys conversing with her. Having lost his mother at a young age, Lady Dreliere is the closest he has had to a mother ever since. When W'rhika's wife died, Lady Dreliere was the pillar that help him through the harshest months. W'rhika admires Lady Dreliere's ability to see beauty in everything, and through her guidance he has been able to leave behind much of his woes. Some like to say there is an affair between him and the noblewoman, but there is none.&lt;/div&gt;<br /> |}<br /> <br /> &lt;td style=&quot;vertical-align: top;width:50%;padding-right:10px; font-size:9pt;font-family:Helvetica;&quot;&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;mw-headline&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;div style=&quot;padding:10px 35px; background: #87CEEB;font-size:14px;color:#ffffff;font-family:Georgia;text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px black&quot;&gt;&lt;center&gt;'''P C'''&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;<br /> <br /> {| class=&quot;mw-collapsible mw-collapsed wikitable&quot; width=&quot;100%&quot; border=&quot;0&quot;<br /> ! &lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia;&quot;&gt;&lt;font style=&quot;color:#000000;&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;'''Hemin Bekker'''&lt;/font&gt; '''('''&lt;font style=&quot;color:#b72a78;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt; ♥&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style=&quot;color:#dba133;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt; ✖&lt;/font&gt; ''')''' - '''My Light'''&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> |- <br /> | &lt;div style=&quot;font-size:11px; font-family:Georgia&quot;&gt;<br /> [[File:Hemin-Leihspage.jpeg|thumbnail]]<br /> ''&quot;You were my world, my Light. You took a blind, broken man and made me believe perhaps I was more. All the dreams we had, the future we planned died with you. I am lost since the day you left me. I wonder if you are bringing light to the next life as you did for my life. Perhaps that is why the Gods took you from me so soon.&quot;''<br /> <br /> Hemin was the woman that nursed W'rhika back to health after the Calamity. With much patience she guided him to see even blind he could do much more and taught him different ways for him to fight without his sight. She was even able to teach him archery. At first they could barely talk to each other, but the bond between them grew stronger day by day until finally they became a couple and marry. Much to their delight Hemin found out she was pregnant and they decided to live in peace, forgetting anything to do with war. The bliss was short lived as Hemin fell deadly ill and died in her fifth month of pregnancy. W'rhika has not spoken to anyone about his wife or unborn child since she passed.&lt;/div&gt;<br /> |}<br /> <br /> {| class=&quot;mw-collapsible mw-collapsed wikitable&quot; width=&quot;100%&quot; border=&quot;0&quot;<br /> ! &lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia;&quot;&gt;&lt;font style=&quot;color:#000000;&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt; '''Athrune Rhun (Atheloux Dreliere)'''&lt;/font&gt; '''('''&lt;font style=&quot;color:#54b5eb;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt; ♥&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style=&quot;color:#dba133;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt; ✖&lt;/font&gt; ''')''' - '''Best Friend'''&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> |- <br /> | &lt;div style=&quot;font-size:11px; font-family:Georgia&quot;&gt;<br /> [[File:Athrune Leih Page.jpeg|thumbnail]]<br /> ''&quot;You were my friend, my captain and my brother. I trusted you with my life and the life of those I love the most. The world is lesser without you, my old friend. I pray the Twelve bless me with the wisdom and courage to carry on what you started.&quot;''<br /> <br /> W'rhika and Athrune met a few months before Carteneau and became friends almost instantly. When the Miqo'te found out it was Athrune who was raising his two lost siblings, he called it destiny to meet the man. Through his friendship with the Ishgardian he was able to once again be part of the life of O'yhuh and Leih, telling them stories of the past and his parents. When he found out the truth that Athrune was hiding, he felt some anger, but understood the situation and soon both men were back to their anthics, as if they had been friends all life. Both were especially known to get drunk together and start fights, only for a young Leih to pull them by the ear back home.<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> Since Athrune's death, W'rhika has hold to his greatsword, waiting to one day give it to a more trained and experienced Leih. Or even O'yhuh, should the boy ever decide to fight.&lt;/div&gt;<br /> |}<br /> <br /> {| class=&quot;mw-collapsible mw-collapsed wikitable&quot; width=&quot;100%&quot; border=&quot;0&quot;<br /> ! &lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia;&quot;&gt;&lt;font style=&quot;color:#000000;&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt; '''W'kayah Tia'''&lt;/font&gt; '''('''&lt;font style=&quot;color:#dba133;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt; ♥&lt;/font&gt;)''' - '''Older Annoyance'''&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> |- <br /> | &lt;div style=&quot;font-size:11px; font-family:Georgia&quot;&gt;<br /> [[File:W'kayah.jpeg|thumbnail]]<br /> ''&quot;Ah, my dear brother, you made life an adventure. Which is why as much as I celebrate your visits, I celebrate double your departures. I wonder how many nephews and nieces I have out there considering how much like father you are.&quot;''<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> The two brothers are very close, being both the eldest of eighteen children. While W'rhika is quiet and calm, W'kayah is much more adventurous and fiery. They did everything together as children and as adults their bond remains. The only difference is while W'kayah sails the seas, acting the role of dashing pirate and swaying the hearts of women in every port, W'rhika prefers a much more modest and quiet life. They keep in touch by letters and linkpearls on almost daily basics.&lt;/div&gt;<br /> |}<br /> <br /> {| class=&quot;mw-collapsible mw-collapsed wikitable&quot; width=&quot;100%&quot; border=&quot;0&quot;<br /> ! &lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia;&quot;&gt;&lt;font style=&quot;color:#000000;&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt; '''[[Leih Rhun]]'''&lt;/font&gt; '''('''&lt;font style=&quot;color:#dba133;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt; ♥&lt;/font&gt;''')''' - '''Little Sister'''&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> |- <br /> | &lt;div style=&quot;font-size:11px; font-family:Georgia&quot;&gt;''&quot;How you are so much like the mother you never met will forever astound me, little one. All the things I wish I could share with you, but my oath prevents me. Please, forgive me...&quot;''<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> W'rhika loves his sister dearly and is very protective of her. He searched for her without stopping for half a decade and then acted just as a friend of her adoptive brother to protect her. After the Calamity, he wanted to seek her, but because of his wounds and recent blindness, there was nothing he could do. Now he wonders if there would ever be a day were he can tell her the truth. Regardless of that, she sees him as a brother figure and that is more than enough. <br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> W'rhika is especially worried about Leih's wanderlust and how somehow she is constantly getting in trouble, both traits she got from their father. He does enjoy her antics. He is also well aware of Leih's depression, but has not been able to help her as he is fighting his own.&lt;/div&gt;<br /> |}<br /> <br /> {| class=&quot;mw-collapsible mw-collapsed wikitable&quot; width=&quot;100%&quot; border=&quot;0&quot;<br /> ! &lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia;&quot;&gt;&lt;font style=&quot;color:#000000;&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt; '''O'yhuh'''&lt;/font&gt; '''('''&lt;font style=&quot;color:#dba133;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt; ♥&lt;/font&gt;)''' - '''Yu-yu'''&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> |- <br /> | &lt;div style=&quot;font-size:11px; font-family:Georgia&quot;&gt;''&quot;You cannot live your life under a bed in fear, Yu-yu. You are young and with a future. You should be enjoying it, not hiding from it.&quot;''<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> O'yhuh, being the youngest of the eighteen siblings, is still mainly dependent on W'rhika for most things. Unlike Leih, the boy is aware of his blood ties and will often seek the advice of either W'rhika or W'kayah, making both elder brothers worry if the boy will ever be his own man. Worries aside, W'rhika loves the boy dearly and is willing to put up with the annoyance of having to indulge him every time they go out by scouting ahead to make sure it is safe.&lt;/div&gt;<br /> |}<br /> <br /> {| class=&quot;mw-collapsible mw-collapsed wikitable&quot; width=&quot;100%&quot; border=&quot;0&quot;<br /> ! &lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia;&quot;&gt;&lt;font style=&quot;color:#000000;&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt; '''Holo Wolf'''&lt;/font&gt; '''('''&lt;font style=&quot;color:#54b5eb;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt; ♦&lt;/font&gt;''')''' - '''Little Holo'''&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> |- <br /> | &lt;div style=&quot;font-size:11px; font-family:Georgia&quot;&gt;''&quot;You are so curious, little one. I wonder what is your story. Something tells me it would be worthy of a ballad, should I ever decide to write music again. I do pray you have learned the meaning of privacy by now, though.&quot;''<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> With an awkward situation as the beginning of their friendship, followed by a questionnaire, W'rhika is still very confused about the young Au Ra. Despite that, he sees her as a kind girl and feels comfortable talking to her. That said, he would never follow her through a window every again. Not even for a million gil. &lt;/div&gt;<br /> |}<br /> &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;<br /> <br /> =Rumors=<br /> &lt;div align=center&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;padding:10px 0%; background: #1E90FF;font-size:16px;color:#ffffff;font-family:Georgia;text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px black&quot;&gt;'''R U M O R S'''&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;table style=&quot;position:center;&quot; width=&quot;100%&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;tr&gt;<br /> &lt;td style=&quot;vertical-align: top;width:50%;padding-right:10px; font-size:9pt;font-family:Helvetica;&quot;&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;mw-headline&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;div style=&quot;padding:10px 35px; background: #87CEEB;font-size:14px;color:#ffffff;font-family:Georgia;text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px black&quot;&gt;&lt;center&gt;'''N P C'''&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;<br /> &lt;div align=center&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia;&quot;&gt;Some of these rumors are untrue, speculation, or are greatly exaggerated. Please feel free to add your own rumors under the Player Character category!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;div style=&quot;padding:10px 25px; background: #87CEEB; color:#ffffff;font-family:Georgia;font-size:12px;text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px black&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;◢ Common Rumors - &lt;/b&gt;''Easily overheard. Use these freely!''&lt;/div&gt;<br /> <br /> : &lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia;&quot;&gt;&lt;font style=&quot;color:#b3aba6;&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; &quot;I seen that cat. Stays quiet in the corner most of the night. Some bard, eh?&quot; - '''- Patron at the Quicksand'''&lt;/div&gt;<br /> : &lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia;&quot;&gt;&lt;font style=&quot;color:#b3aba6;&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; &quot;He ne'er natters t' anyone, but he be pretty handsome. 'n he always leaves a good tip. I wonder if he be married....&quot; - '''Lominsan Wench'''&lt;/div&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;div style=&quot;padding:10px 25px; background: #4169E1; color:#ffffff;font-family:Georgia;font-size:12px;text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px black&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;◢ Uncommon Rumors -&lt;/b&gt; ''A little more difficult to hear. Use sparingly or ask first!''&lt;/div&gt;<br /> <br /> : &lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia;&quot;&gt;&lt;font style=&quot;color:#4169E1;&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; &quot;I saw him once with a pretty woman down by the docks. Seen him around alone a lot, but never saw her again. Wonder what happened to her.&quot; - '''- Dockworker&lt;/div&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;div style=&quot;padding:10px 25px; background: #000080; color:#ffffff;font-family:Georgia;font-size:12px;text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px black&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;◢ Rare Rumors -&lt;/b&gt; ''Very rarely overheard. Please ask before using!''&lt;/div&gt;<br /> <br /> : &lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia;&quot;&gt;&lt;font style=&quot;color:#1E90FF;&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; &quot;One of the Nunh of his tribe almost killed him because of who his father was. I heard if he even shows his face, he is a dead man.&quot; - '''- W Tribe hunter'''&lt;/div&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;td style=&quot;vertical-align: top;width:50%;padding-right:10px; font-size:9pt;font-family:Helvetica;&quot;&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;mw-headline&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;div style=&quot;padding:10px 35px; background: #87CEEB;font-size:14px;color:#ffffff;font-family:Georgia;text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px black&quot;&gt;&lt;center&gt;'''P C'''&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;<br /> &lt;div align=center&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia; color:#ffffff&quot;&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> &lt;div style=&quot;padding:10px 25px; background: #87CEEB; color:#ffffff;font-family:Georgia;font-size:12px;text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px black&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;◢ Player Character Rumors -&lt;/b&gt; ''Feel free to add rumors of your own!''&lt;/div&gt;<br /> <br /> : &lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia;&quot;&gt;&lt;font style=&quot;color:#1E90FF;&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; &quot;Insert Rumor.&quot; - '''Insert Name'''&lt;/div&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;<br /> <br /> = Stories =<br /> <br /> <br /> &lt;div align=center&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;padding:10px 0px; background: #1E90FF;font-size:16px;color:#ffffff;font-family:Georgia;text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px black&quot;&gt;'''S T O R I E S'''&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> &lt;table style=&quot;position:center;&quot; width=&quot;100%&quot;&gt;&lt;tr&gt;<br /> &lt;div align=left&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia;font-size:11px;&quot;&gt;Text, text, text, text..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> &lt;table style=&quot;position:center;&quot; width=&quot;100%&quot;&gt;&lt;tr&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;table style=&quot;position:center;&quot; width=&quot;100%&quot;&gt;&lt;tr&gt;<br /> &lt;td style=&quot;vertical-align: top;width:33%;padding-right:10px; font-size:12px; color:#585350;font-family:Georgia;&quot;&gt;<br /> : ''[Link goes here. Name for link goes here.]''<br /> :: &lt;small&gt;Context: Text, text, text, text.&lt;/small&gt;<br /> <br /> : ''[Link goes here. Name for link goes here.]''<br /> :: &lt;small&gt;Context: Text, text, text, text.&lt;/small&gt;<br /> <br /> : ''[Link goes here. Name for link goes here.]''<br /> :: &lt;small&gt;Context: Text, text, text, text.&lt;/small&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;/td&gt;<br /> &lt;td style=&quot;vertical-align: top;width:33%;padding-right:10px; font-size:12px; color:#585350;font-family:Georgia;&quot;&gt;<br /> <br /> : ''[Link goes here. Name for link goes here.]''<br /> :: &lt;small&gt;Context: Text, text, text, text.&lt;/small&gt;<br /> <br /> : ''[Link goes here. Name for link goes here.]''<br /> :: &lt;small&gt;Context: Text, text, text, text.&lt;/small&gt;<br /> <br /> : ''[Link goes here. Name for link goes here.]''<br /> :: &lt;small&gt;Context: Text, text, text, text.&lt;/small&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;/td&gt;<br /> &lt;td style=&quot;vertical-align: top;width:33%;padding-right:10px; font-size:12px; color:#585350;font-family:Georgia;&quot;&gt;<br /> <br /> : ''[Link goes here. Name for link goes here.]''<br /> :: &lt;small&gt;Context: Text, text, text, text.&lt;/small&gt;<br /> <br /> : ''[Link goes here. Name for link goes here.]''<br /> :: &lt;small&gt;Context: Text, text, text, text.&lt;/small&gt;<br /> <br /> : ''[Link goes here. Name for link goes here.]''<br /> :: &lt;small&gt;Context: Text, text, text, text.&lt;/small&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;/td&gt;<br /> &lt;/tr&gt;<br /> &lt;/table&gt;<br /> <br /> =Music=<br /> &lt;div align=center&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;padding:10px 0px; background: #1E90FF;font-size:16px;color:#ffffff;font-family:Georgia;text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px black&quot;&gt;'''M U S I C'''&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> &lt;table style=&quot;position:center;&quot; width=&quot;100%&quot;&gt;&lt;tr&gt;<br /> &lt;div align=left&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia;font-size:11px;&quot;&gt;Expect a lot of sad songs here!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> &lt;table style=&quot;position:center;&quot; width=&quot;100%&quot;&gt;&lt;tr&gt;<br /> &lt;td style=&quot;vertical-align: top;width:33%;padding-right:10px; font-size:12px; color:#585350;font-family:Georgia;&quot;&gt;<br /> : ''[Link goes here. Name for link goes here.]''<br /> :: &lt;small&gt;Artist: Text, text, text, text.&lt;/small&gt;<br /> :: &lt;small&gt;Context: Text, text, text, text.&lt;/small&gt;<br /> <br /> : ''[Link goes here. Name for link goes here.]''<br /> :: &lt;small&gt;Artist: Text, text, text, text.&lt;/small&gt;<br /> :: &lt;small&gt;Context: Text, text, text, text.&lt;/small&gt;<br /> <br /> : ''[Link goes here. Name for link goes here.]''<br /> :: &lt;small&gt;Artist: Text, text, text, text.&lt;/small&gt;<br /> :: &lt;small&gt;Context: Text, text, text, text.&lt;/small&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;/td&gt;<br /> &lt;td style=&quot;vertical-align: top;width:33%;padding-right:10px; font-size:12px; color:#585350;font-family:Georgia;&quot;&gt;<br /> <br /> : ''[Link goes here. Name for link goes here.]''<br /> :: &lt;small&gt;Artist: Text, text, text, text.&lt;/small&gt;<br /> :: &lt;small&gt;Context: Text, text, text, text.&lt;/small&gt;<br /> <br /> : ''[Link goes here. Name for link goes here.]''<br /> :: &lt;small&gt;Artist: Text, text, text, text.&lt;/small&gt;<br /> :: &lt;small&gt;Context: Text, text, text, text.&lt;/small&gt;<br /> <br /> : ''[Link goes here. Name for link goes here.]''<br /> :: &lt;small&gt;Artist: Text, text, text, text.&lt;/small&gt;<br /> :: &lt;small&gt;Context: Text, text, text, text.&lt;/small&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;/td&gt;<br /> &lt;td style=&quot;vertical-align: top;width:33%;padding-right:10px; font-size:12px; color:#585350;font-family:Georgia;&quot;&gt;<br /> <br /> : ''[Link goes here. Name for link goes here.]''<br /> :: &lt;small&gt;Artist: Text, text, text, text.&lt;/small&gt;<br /> :: &lt;small&gt;Context: Text, text, text, text.&lt;/small&gt;<br /> <br /> : ''[Link goes here. Name for link goes here.]''<br /> :: &lt;small&gt;Artist: Text, text, text, text.&lt;/small&gt;<br /> :: &lt;small&gt;Context: Text, text, text, text.&lt;/small&gt;<br /> <br /> : ''[Link goes here. Name for link goes here.]''<br /> :: &lt;small&gt;Artist: Text, text, text, text.&lt;/small&gt;<br /> :: &lt;small&gt;Context: Text, text, text, text.&lt;/small&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;/td&gt;<br /> &lt;/tr&gt;<br /> &lt;/table&gt;<br /> <br /> =OOC=<br /> &lt;div align=center&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;padding:10px 0px; background: #1E90FF;font-size:16px;color:#ffffff;font-family:Georgia;text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px black&quot;&gt;'''O O C'''&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; <br /> &lt;div align=center&gt;&lt;table style=&quot;position:center;&quot; width=&quot;90%&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;tr&gt;<br /> &lt;td style=&quot;width: 50%;vertical-align: top;font-size:9pt;font-family:Helvetica;&quot;&gt;&lt;h3&gt;<br /> &lt;div style=&quot;padding:10px 35px;background: #87CEEB;font-size:14px;color:#f9f8fa;font-family:Georgia;text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px black&quot;&gt;&lt;center&gt;'''OOC INFORMATION'''&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;<br /> &lt;div align=justify&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;padding:0px 10px; font-size:16px;color:#000080;font-family:Georgia;text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px silver;&quot;&gt;'''Personal RP Limits'''&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> &lt;div align=justify&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;padding:5px 15px;font-family:Georgia;&quot;&gt;'' '' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> :&lt;div align=justify&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;padding:5px 15px;font-family:Georgia;&quot;&gt;■ '''''I will play''' ''Anything really. I have a pretty high tolerance for most RP. Just certain limits.''&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> :&lt;div align=justify&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;padding:5px 15px;font-family:Georgia;&quot;&gt;■ '''''Ask about''' ''significant injuries that will require significant healing and rehab to overcome, killing or disfigurement.''&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> :&lt;div align=justify&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;padding:5px 15px;font-family:Georgia;&quot;&gt;■ '''''I won't play''' ''Graphic Rape scenes, graphic child abuse. Background? Okay. Fade to black? Sure.''&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;div align=justify&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;padding:0px 10px; font-size:16px;color:#000080;font-family:Georgia;text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px silver;&quot;&gt;'''Disclaimer'''&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> :&lt;div align=justify&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;padding:5px 15px;font-family:Georgia;&quot;&gt;■ ''Communication is key for me. So don't be scared of poking me OOCly if you want a scene to go one way or the other. ''&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;td style=&quot;width: 50%;vertical-align: top;font-size:9pt;font-family:Helvetica;&quot;&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;mw-headline&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;div style=&quot;padding:10px 35px; background: #87CEEB;font-size:14px;color:#f9f8fa;font-family:Georgia;text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px black&quot;&gt;&lt;center&gt;'''CHARACTER TIDBITS'''&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;<br /> &lt;div align=justify&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;padding:0px 10px; font-size:16px;color:#000080;font-family:Georgia;text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px silver;&quot;&gt;'''Links Out'''&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> &lt;div align=justify&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;padding:5px 15px;font-family:Georgia;&quot;&gt;''Links that lead off the wiki, but are technically relevant to the character.''&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> :&lt;div align=justify&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;padding:5px 15px;font-family:Georgia;&quot;&gt;■ ''Text, text, text, text.''&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> :&lt;div align=justify&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;padding:5px 15px;font-family:Georgia;&quot;&gt;■ ''Text, text, text, text.''&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;div align=justify&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;padding:0px 10px; font-size:16px;color:#000080;font-family:Georgia;text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px silver;&quot;&gt;'''Potential Plot Hooks'''&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> &lt;div align=justify&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;padding:5px 15px;font-family:Georgia;&quot;&gt;'' ''&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> W'rhika is constantly wandering, so it's hard to say where he would appear next. For the time being, he is at the Gilded Rose in Mist. <br /> <br /> &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> <br /> =Credit=<br /> &lt;div align=center&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;padding:10px 0px; background: #1E90FF;font-size:16px;color:#ffffff;font-family:Georgia;text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px black&quot;&gt;'''C R E D I T'''&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; <br /> Thank you all for letting me use/alter your codes. If it weren't for you my wiki would not look how it does.<br /> <br /> ::■ Template was created by [[Bancroft Gairn]].<br /> ::■ Adapted by [[Xheja Rajhera]]. <br /> ::■ Tabs by [[Unnamed Mercenary]].<br /> ::■ Expanded bits and relationship color keys by [[Lucaell Tareth'eian]].<br /> ::■ Music and OOC note by [[Glioca Sargonnai]].<br /> ::■ Mashing everything together like a mad scientist by [[D'lyhhia Lhuil]].<br /> <br /> &lt;b&gt;Please remember to credit everyone when using this wiki. 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B'habra https://wiki.ffxiv-roleplayers.com/index.php?title=C%27asir_Airdancer&diff=247638 2017-05-25T17:03:01Z

<p>B'habra: /* Rumours */</p> <hr /> <div>{{Infobox-character<br /> | name = C'asir Airdancer (Tia)<br /> | image = C'asir_Pic.png<br /> | imagewidth = 404×584<br /> | caption = <br /> | title = <br /> | gender = Male<br /> | citizenship = Ul'dah<br /> | race = Miqo'te<br /> | clan = Seeker of the Sun<br /> | stat_1 = Age<br /> | stat_1_value = 27<br /> | stat_2 = Sexuality<br /> | stat_2_value = Straight<br /> | stat_3 = Occupation<br /> | stat_3_value = Mentor at the Pugilist's Guild<br /> | stat_4 = Guardian<br /> | stat_4_value = Oschon, the Wanderer<br /> | stat_5 = Namesday<br /> | stat_5_value = 14th Sun of the 4th Astral Moon<br /> | stat_6 = <br /> | stat_6_value = <br /> }}<br /> <br /> ==&lt;div style=&quot;padding:10px 15px; background:#b23313;font-size:20px;color:#e8e23e;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Character&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;==<br /> ===&lt;div style=&quot;font-size:14px;color:#b23313;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;General&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;===<br /> <br /> C'asir is a pugilist serving as a mentor at the guild in Ul'dah, as well as something of a freelancer. Charismatic and welcoming, he's quick to make friends and thanks to such has a decent amount of connections for seeking out jobs for gil on the side. Bastard born between tribes, he carries blood of both the Coeurl and Drake tribe with him, as well as experience living in both the Sagolii and the jungles of La Noscea. He is the head of his new project, a freelancing company known as the Onyx Toramas.<br /> <br /> ===&lt;div style=&quot;font-size:14px;color:#b23313;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Appearance&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;===<br /> <br /> Standing at 5'7, C'asir is a relatively tall Miqo'te male with toned muscle suited for his work with fist and spear. His skin reflects his mother's heritage as a child of the sands, and his hair is smooth and dark. His orange eyes almost seem to radiate with warmth, and a grin can always been found on the Seeker's face. A small scar can be found on his chin, the result of a hunt in his youth. All around, his appearance reflects his warm nature, with even his clothes taking on colors from brown to pink.<br /> <br /> ===&lt;div style=&quot;font-size:14px;color:#b23313;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Personality&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;===<br /> <br /> C'asir is a pleasant person to be around with little forward intention of harming others, proving himself daily as easy to smile and laugh. Often generous to even the strangest of strangers, and rather elaborate with his words and a fan of flamboyant grace, he can come off as an eccentric quite easily with the levels of energy he exerts in day-to-day situations. He keeps himself brightly collected at most times, however, his charisma often shining leadership qualities upon him through his general likability.<br /> <br /> ==&lt;div style=&quot;padding:10px 15px; background:#b23313;font-size:20px;color:#e8e23e;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Combat&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;==<br /> ==&lt;div style=&quot;padding:10px 15px; background:#b23313;font-size:20px;color:#e8e23e;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tendencies&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;==<br /> &lt;table style=&quot;position:center;&quot; width=&quot;75%&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;tr&gt;<br /> &lt;td style=&quot;vertical-align: top;font-size:9pt;font-family:Helvetica;&quot;&gt;&lt;h3&gt;<br /> &lt;div style=&quot;padding:10px 35px;background: #C91E1E;font-size:14px;color:#EDED2A;&quot;&gt;&lt;center&gt;Likes&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#C91E1E;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; Fruity drinks<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#C91E1E;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; Dancing<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#C91E1E;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; Sweet foods, usually of the breakfast variation<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#C91E1E;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; Whistling<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#C91E1E;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; Friendly sparring<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#C91E1E;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; Exploring<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#C91E1E;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; Hunting<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#C91E1E;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; Warm climates<br /> <br /> &lt;td style=&quot;vertical-align: top;font-size:9pt;font-family:Helvetica;&quot;&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;mw-headline&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;div style=&quot;padding:10px 35px; background:#AA1919;font-size:14px;color:#D7D41F;&quot;&gt;&lt;center&gt;Dislikes&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#AA1919;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; Betrayal, disloyalty<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#AA1919;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; Voidsent-related troubles<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#AA1919;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; Clumsiness<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#AA1919;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; Bad smells<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#AA1919;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; Cold climates<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#AA1919;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; Lack of resolve<br /> <br /> &lt;td style=&quot;vertical-align: top;font-size:9pt;font-family:Helvetica;&quot;&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;mw-headline&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;div style=&quot;padding:10px 35px; background:#8C1313;font-size:14px;color:#C1BA15;&quot;&gt;&lt;center&gt;Hobbies/Talents&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#8C1313;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; Training at the Pugilist's guild<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#8C1313;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; Chatting<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#8C1313;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; Climbing, swimming, and other freeform athletic activities<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#8C1313;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; Listening to music<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#8C1313;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; Eating (often socially)<br /> <br /> &lt;td style=&quot;vertical-align: top;font-size:9pt;font-family:Helvetica;&quot;&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;mw-headline&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;div style=&quot;padding:10px 35px; background:#6D0E0E;font-size:14px;color:#ABA10A;&quot;&gt;&lt;center&gt;Favorites&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#6D0E0E;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; '''Favourite Food/Drink''': Just about any fruit-based or fruit-accented drink, including wines and juices.<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#6D0E0E;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; '''Favourite Place''': The Sagolii Desert<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#6D0E0E;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; '''Favorite Weather''': Sunny<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#6D0E0E;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; '''Favorite Season''': Summer<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#6D0E0E;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; '''Favorite Color''': Rose red<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#6D0E0E;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; '''Favorite Scents''': Fruity scents, like grapes and strawberries<br /> <br /> <br /> &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;<br /> <br /> ==&lt;div style=&quot;padding:10px 15px; background:#b23313;font-size:20px;color:#e8e23e;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Relationships&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;==<br /> &lt;table style=&quot;position:center;&quot; width=&quot;100%&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;tr&gt;<br /> &lt;center&gt;&lt;br&gt;<br /> <br /> <br /> WIP<br /> &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> ==&lt;div style=&quot;padding:10px 15px; background:#b23313;font-size:20px;color:#e8e23e;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rumours&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;==<br /> &lt;table style=&quot;position:center;&quot; width=&quot;75%&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;tr&gt;<br /> <br /> <br /> &lt;b&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;padding:10px 25px; background:#d35b5b;&quot;&gt;''Easily Overheard Rumours''&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#d35b5b;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; &quot;The accented one? I hear he's a mentor, down at the Pugilist's guild. A bit too... colorful for my tastes.&quot; - &quot;'Busy Bartender'&quot; <br /> <br /> &lt;b&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;padding:10px 25px; background:#edc180;&quot;&gt;''Somewhat Difficult To Overhear Rumours''&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#edc180;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; &quot;You hear that C'asir's a bastard-born? He's not even from the Coeurl tribe.&quot; - &quot;'Miserable Miqo'te'&quot;<br /> <br /> &lt;b&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;padding:10px 25px; background:#ede9a6;&quot;&gt;''Rarely Overheard Rumours''&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;b&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;padding:10px 25px; background:#e89d9d;&quot;&gt;''Player Character Rumours''&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#e89d9d;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt;<br /> &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;<br /> &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;<br /> <br /> ==&lt;div style=&quot;padding:10px 15px; background:#b23313;font-size:20px;color:#e8e23e;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;History/Timeline&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;==<br /> <br /> Ending up in Ul'dah, he took to the Pugilist's guild and began their practices, while freelancing for coin until ultimately becoming a mentor at the Pugilist's guild after a few years.<br /> <br /> ==&lt;div style=&quot;padding:10px 15px; background:#b23313;font-size:20px;color:#e8e23e;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Footnotes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;==<br /> <br /> '''Theme Song''': &quot;Wet Sand&quot; - Red Hot Chili Peppers<br /> <br /> '''TV Tropes''': TBD<br /> <br /> '''Alignment''': Chaotic Good<br /> <br /> &lt;blockquote&gt;''RP is always welcome. No, I mean it. Always welcome. PM me anytime!''&lt;/blockquote&gt;<br /> <br /> [[category:Character]][[category:Player Character]][[category:Character Stub]][[category:Miqo'te]][[category:Miqo'te Seeker of the Sun]]</div>

B'habra https://wiki.ffxiv-roleplayers.com/index.php?title=C%27asir_Airdancer&diff=247637 2017-05-25T17:02:43Z

<p>B'habra: </p> <hr /> <div>{{Infobox-character<br /> | name = C'asir Airdancer (Tia)<br /> | image = C'asir_Pic.png<br /> | imagewidth = 404×584<br /> | caption = <br /> | title = <br /> | gender = Male<br /> | citizenship = Ul'dah<br /> | race = Miqo'te<br /> | clan = Seeker of the Sun<br /> | stat_1 = Age<br /> | stat_1_value = 27<br /> | stat_2 = Sexuality<br /> | stat_2_value = Straight<br /> | stat_3 = Occupation<br /> | stat_3_value = Mentor at the Pugilist's Guild<br /> | stat_4 = Guardian<br /> | stat_4_value = Oschon, the Wanderer<br /> | stat_5 = Namesday<br /> | stat_5_value = 14th Sun of the 4th Astral Moon<br /> | stat_6 = <br /> | stat_6_value = <br /> }}<br /> <br /> ==&lt;div style=&quot;padding:10px 15px; background:#b23313;font-size:20px;color:#e8e23e;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Character&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;==<br /> ===&lt;div style=&quot;font-size:14px;color:#b23313;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;General&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;===<br /> <br /> C'asir is a pugilist serving as a mentor at the guild in Ul'dah, as well as something of a freelancer. Charismatic and welcoming, he's quick to make friends and thanks to such has a decent amount of connections for seeking out jobs for gil on the side. Bastard born between tribes, he carries blood of both the Coeurl and Drake tribe with him, as well as experience living in both the Sagolii and the jungles of La Noscea. He is the head of his new project, a freelancing company known as the Onyx Toramas.<br /> <br /> ===&lt;div style=&quot;font-size:14px;color:#b23313;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Appearance&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;===<br /> <br /> Standing at 5'7, C'asir is a relatively tall Miqo'te male with toned muscle suited for his work with fist and spear. His skin reflects his mother's heritage as a child of the sands, and his hair is smooth and dark. His orange eyes almost seem to radiate with warmth, and a grin can always been found on the Seeker's face. A small scar can be found on his chin, the result of a hunt in his youth. All around, his appearance reflects his warm nature, with even his clothes taking on colors from brown to pink.<br /> <br /> ===&lt;div style=&quot;font-size:14px;color:#b23313;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Personality&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;===<br /> <br /> C'asir is a pleasant person to be around with little forward intention of harming others, proving himself daily as easy to smile and laugh. Often generous to even the strangest of strangers, and rather elaborate with his words and a fan of flamboyant grace, he can come off as an eccentric quite easily with the levels of energy he exerts in day-to-day situations. He keeps himself brightly collected at most times, however, his charisma often shining leadership qualities upon him through his general likability.<br /> <br /> ==&lt;div style=&quot;padding:10px 15px; background:#b23313;font-size:20px;color:#e8e23e;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Combat&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;==<br /> ==&lt;div style=&quot;padding:10px 15px; background:#b23313;font-size:20px;color:#e8e23e;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tendencies&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;==<br /> &lt;table style=&quot;position:center;&quot; width=&quot;75%&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;tr&gt;<br /> &lt;td style=&quot;vertical-align: top;font-size:9pt;font-family:Helvetica;&quot;&gt;&lt;h3&gt;<br /> &lt;div style=&quot;padding:10px 35px;background: #C91E1E;font-size:14px;color:#EDED2A;&quot;&gt;&lt;center&gt;Likes&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#C91E1E;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; Fruity drinks<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#C91E1E;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; Dancing<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#C91E1E;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; Sweet foods, usually of the breakfast variation<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#C91E1E;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; Whistling<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#C91E1E;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; Friendly sparring<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#C91E1E;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; Exploring<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#C91E1E;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; Hunting<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#C91E1E;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; Warm climates<br /> <br /> &lt;td style=&quot;vertical-align: top;font-size:9pt;font-family:Helvetica;&quot;&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;mw-headline&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;div style=&quot;padding:10px 35px; background:#AA1919;font-size:14px;color:#D7D41F;&quot;&gt;&lt;center&gt;Dislikes&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#AA1919;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; Betrayal, disloyalty<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#AA1919;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; Voidsent-related troubles<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#AA1919;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; Clumsiness<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#AA1919;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; Bad smells<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#AA1919;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; Cold climates<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#AA1919;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; Lack of resolve<br /> <br /> &lt;td style=&quot;vertical-align: top;font-size:9pt;font-family:Helvetica;&quot;&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;mw-headline&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;div style=&quot;padding:10px 35px; background:#8C1313;font-size:14px;color:#C1BA15;&quot;&gt;&lt;center&gt;Hobbies/Talents&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#8C1313;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; Training at the Pugilist's guild<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#8C1313;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; Chatting<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#8C1313;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; Climbing, swimming, and other freeform athletic activities<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#8C1313;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; Listening to music<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#8C1313;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; Eating (often socially)<br /> <br /> &lt;td style=&quot;vertical-align: top;font-size:9pt;font-family:Helvetica;&quot;&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;mw-headline&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;div style=&quot;padding:10px 35px; background:#6D0E0E;font-size:14px;color:#ABA10A;&quot;&gt;&lt;center&gt;Favorites&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#6D0E0E;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; '''Favourite Food/Drink''': Just about any fruit-based or fruit-accented drink, including wines and juices.<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#6D0E0E;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; '''Favourite Place''': The Sagolii Desert<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#6D0E0E;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; '''Favorite Weather''': Sunny<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#6D0E0E;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; '''Favorite Season''': Summer<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#6D0E0E;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; '''Favorite Color''': Rose red<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#6D0E0E;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; '''Favorite Scents''': Fruity scents, like grapes and strawberries<br /> <br /> <br /> &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;<br /> <br /> ==&lt;div style=&quot;padding:10px 15px; background:#b23313;font-size:20px;color:#e8e23e;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Relationships&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;==<br /> &lt;table style=&quot;position:center;&quot; width=&quot;100%&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;tr&gt;<br /> &lt;center&gt;&lt;br&gt;<br /> <br /> <br /> WIP<br /> &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> ==&lt;div style=&quot;padding:10px 15px; background:#b23313;font-size:20px;color:#e8e23e;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rumours&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;==<br /> &lt;table style=&quot;position:center;&quot; width=&quot;75%&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;tr&gt;<br /> <br /> <br /> &lt;b&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;padding:10px 25px; background:#d35b5b;&quot;&gt;''Easily Overheard Rumours''&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#d35b5b;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; &quot;The accented one? I hear he's a mentor, down at the Pugilist's guild. A bit too... colorful for my tastes.&quot; - &quot;'Busy Bartender'&quot; <br /> <br /> &lt;b&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;padding:10px 25px; background:#edc180;&quot;&gt;''Somewhat Difficult To Overhear Rumours''&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#edc180;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; &quot;You hear that C'asir's a bastard-born? He's not even from the Coeurl tribe.&quot; - &quot;'Miserable Miqo'te'&quot;<br /> <br /> &lt;b&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;padding:10px 25px; background:#ede9a6;&quot;&gt;''Rarely Overheard Rumours''&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#ede9a6;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; &quot;Airdancer? He picked that up from the Ishgardians, you know. Dragoons and the like. Why they'd ever let a miqo'te into their ranks is beyond me.&quot; - &quot;'Enigmatic Elezen'&quot;<br /> <br /> &lt;b&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;padding:10px 25px; background:#e89d9d;&quot;&gt;''Player Character Rumours''&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#e89d9d;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt;<br /> &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;<br /> &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;<br /> <br /> ==&lt;div style=&quot;padding:10px 15px; background:#b23313;font-size:20px;color:#e8e23e;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;History/Timeline&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;==<br /> <br /> Ending up in Ul'dah, he took to the Pugilist's guild and began their practices, while freelancing for coin until ultimately becoming a mentor at the Pugilist's guild after a few years.<br /> <br /> ==&lt;div style=&quot;padding:10px 15px; background:#b23313;font-size:20px;color:#e8e23e;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Footnotes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;==<br /> <br /> '''Theme Song''': &quot;Wet Sand&quot; - Red Hot Chili Peppers<br /> <br /> '''TV Tropes''': TBD<br /> <br /> '''Alignment''': Chaotic Good<br /> <br /> &lt;blockquote&gt;''RP is always welcome. No, I mean it. Always welcome. PM me anytime!''&lt;/blockquote&gt;<br /> <br /> [[category:Character]][[category:Player Character]][[category:Character Stub]][[category:Miqo'te]][[category:Miqo'te Seeker of the Sun]]</div>

B'habra https://wiki.ffxiv-roleplayers.com/index.php?title=C%27asir_Airdancer&diff=247636 2017-05-25T17:02:12Z

<p>B'habra: </p> <hr /> <div>{{Infobox-character<br /> | name = C'asir Airdancer (Tia)<br /> | image = C'asir_Pic.png<br /> | imagewidth = 404×584<br /> | caption = <br /> | title = <br /> | gender = Male<br /> | citizenship = Ul'dah<br /> | race = Miqo'te<br /> | clan = Seeker of the Sun<br /> | stat_1 = Age<br /> | stat_1_value = 27<br /> | stat_2 = Sexuality<br /> | stat_2_value = Straight<br /> | stat_3 = Occupation<br /> | stat_3_value = Mentor at the Pugilist's Guild<br /> | stat_4 = Guardian<br /> | stat_4_value = Oschon, the Wanderer<br /> | stat_5 = Namesday<br /> | stat_5_value = 14th Sun of the 4th Astral Moon<br /> | stat_6 = <br /> | stat_6_value = <br /> }}<br /> <br /> ==&lt;div style=&quot;padding:10px 15px; background:#b23313;font-size:20px;color:#e8e23e;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Character&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;==<br /> ===&lt;div style=&quot;font-size:14px;color:#b23313;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;General&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;===<br /> <br /> C'asir is a pugilist serving as a mentor at the guild in Ul'dah, as well as something of a freelancer. Charismatic and welcoming, he's quick to make friends and thanks to such has a decent amount of connections for seeking out jobs for gil on the side. Bastard born between tribes, he carries blood of both the Coeurl and Drake tribe with him, as well as experience living in both the Sagolii and the jungles of La Noscea. He is the head of his new project, a freelancing company known as the Onyx Toramas.<br /> <br /> ===&lt;div style=&quot;font-size:14px;color:#b23313;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Appearance&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;===<br /> <br /> Standing at 5'7, C'asir is a relatively tall Miqo'te male with toned muscle suited for his work with fist and spear. His skin reflects his mother's heritage as a child of the sands, and his hair is smooth and dark. His orange eyes almost seem to radiate with warmth, and a grin can always been found on the Seeker's face. A small scar can be found on his chin, the result of a hunt in his youth. All around, his appearance reflects his warm nature, with even his clothes taking on colors from brown to pink.<br /> <br /> ===&lt;div style=&quot;font-size:14px;color:#b23313;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Personality&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;===<br /> <br /> C'asir is a pleasant person to be around with little forward intention of harming others, proving himself daily as easy to smile and laugh. Often generous to even the strangest of strangers, and rather elaborate with his words and a fan of flamboyant grace, he can come off as an eccentric quite easily with the levels of energy he exerts in day-to-day situations. He keeps himself brightly collected at most times, however, his charisma often shining leadership qualities upon him through his general likability.<br /> <br /> ==&lt;div style=&quot;padding:10px 15px; background:#b23313;font-size:20px;color:#e8e23e;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Combat&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;==<br /> ==&lt;div style=&quot;padding:10px 15px; background:#b23313;font-size:20px;color:#e8e23e;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tendencies&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;==<br /> &lt;table style=&quot;position:center;&quot; width=&quot;75%&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;tr&gt;<br /> &lt;td style=&quot;vertical-align: top;font-size:9pt;font-family:Helvetica;&quot;&gt;&lt;h3&gt;<br /> &lt;div style=&quot;padding:10px 35px;background: #C91E1E;font-size:14px;color:#EDED2A;&quot;&gt;&lt;center&gt;Likes&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#C91E1E;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; Fruity drinks<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#C91E1E;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; Dancing<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#C91E1E;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; Sweet foods, usually of the breakfast variation<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#C91E1E;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; Whistling<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#C91E1E;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; Friendly sparring<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#C91E1E;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; Exploring<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#C91E1E;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; Hunting<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#C91E1E;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; Warm climates<br /> <br /> &lt;td style=&quot;vertical-align: top;font-size:9pt;font-family:Helvetica;&quot;&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;mw-headline&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;div style=&quot;padding:10px 35px; background:#AA1919;font-size:14px;color:#D7D41F;&quot;&gt;&lt;center&gt;Dislikes&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#AA1919;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; Betrayal, disloyalty<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#AA1919;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; Voidsent-related troubles<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#AA1919;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; Clumsiness<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#AA1919;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; Bad smells<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#AA1919;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; Cold climates<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#AA1919;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; Lack of resolve<br /> <br /> &lt;td style=&quot;vertical-align: top;font-size:9pt;font-family:Helvetica;&quot;&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;mw-headline&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;div style=&quot;padding:10px 35px; background:#8C1313;font-size:14px;color:#C1BA15;&quot;&gt;&lt;center&gt;Hobbies/Talents&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#8C1313;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; Training at the Pugilist's guild<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#8C1313;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; Chatting<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#8C1313;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; Climbing, swimming, and other freeform athletic activities<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#8C1313;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; Listening to music<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#8C1313;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; Eating (often socially)<br /> <br /> &lt;td style=&quot;vertical-align: top;font-size:9pt;font-family:Helvetica;&quot;&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;mw-headline&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;div style=&quot;padding:10px 35px; background:#6D0E0E;font-size:14px;color:#ABA10A;&quot;&gt;&lt;center&gt;Favorites&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#6D0E0E;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; '''Favourite Food/Drink''': Just about any fruit-based or fruit-accented drink, including wines and juices.<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#6D0E0E;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; '''Favourite Place''': The Sagolii Desert<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#6D0E0E;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; '''Favorite Weather''': Sunny<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#6D0E0E;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; '''Favorite Season''': Summer<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#6D0E0E;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; '''Favorite Color''': Rose red<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#6D0E0E;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; '''Favorite Scents''': Fruity scents, like grapes and strawberries<br /> <br /> <br /> &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;<br /> <br /> ==&lt;div style=&quot;padding:10px 15px; background:#b23313;font-size:20px;color:#e8e23e;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Relationships&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;==<br /> &lt;table style=&quot;position:center;&quot; width=&quot;100%&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;tr&gt;<br /> &lt;center&gt;&lt;br&gt;<br /> <br /> <br /> WIP<br /> &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> ==&lt;div style=&quot;padding:10px 15px; background:#b23313;font-size:20px;color:#e8e23e;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rumours&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;==<br /> &lt;table style=&quot;position:center;&quot; width=&quot;75%&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;tr&gt;<br /> <br /> <br /> &lt;b&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;padding:10px 25px; background:#d35b5b;&quot;&gt;''Easily Overheard Rumours''&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#d35b5b;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; &quot;The accented one? I hear he's a mentor, down at the Pugilist's guild. A bit too... colorful for my tastes.&quot; - &quot;'Busy Bartender'&quot; <br /> <br /> &lt;b&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;padding:10px 25px; background:#edc180;&quot;&gt;''Somewhat Difficult To Overhear Rumours''&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#edc180;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; &quot;You hear that C'asir's a bastard-born? He's not even from the Coeurl tribe.&quot; - &quot;'Miserable Miqo'te'&quot;<br /> <br /> &lt;b&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;padding:10px 25px; background:#ede9a6;&quot;&gt;''Rarely Overheard Rumours''&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#ede9a6;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; &quot;Airdancer? He picked that up from the Ishgardians, you know. Dragoons and the like. Why they'd ever let a miqo'te into their ranks is beyond me.&quot; - &quot;'Enigmatic Elezen'&quot;<br /> <br /> &lt;b&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;padding:10px 25px; background:#e89d9d;&quot;&gt;''Player Character Rumours''&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#e89d9d;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt;<br /> &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;<br /> &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;<br /> <br /> ==&lt;div style=&quot;padding:10px 15px; background:#b23313;font-size:20px;color:#e8e23e;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;History/Timeline&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;==<br /> <br /> Born in the Sagolii Desert as U'asir Tia, the young miqo'te grew up learning to hunt in the sands with both hand and spear. Around his 13th nameday, it was discovered that his father was a Tia from the Coeurl tribe of La Noscea. Shortly after, he was sent across Eorzea to find his father's tribe and join them. Quickly becoming fond of a particular pair of sisters, C'lhamia and C'lyhhia, he spent much of his days adjusting to hunting in the jungle alongside them both. He found himself attracted to Lyhhia, the younger sister of the two, them eventually becoming mates in their youth after some years together.<br /> <br /> Upon his twentieth nameday, both he and C'lhamia Banhi aimed to prove their skill with the lance after their countless days of hunting and training. Attempting to enlist in the Ishgardian Dragoons, the two Seekers of the Sun aimed to prove themselves the ultimate hunters through conquering the Dravanian horde itself. Though rejected at first, after some time of their persistence the near-sibling pair were permitted entry into the dragon-downing practice. There, they befriended an Elezen Dragoon who often defended them from more xenophobic Ishgardians, Lusciaoux.<br /> <br /> After three years of remaining in Ishgard, C'asir and C'lhamia retrieved a missive from home, bearing the message that C'lyhhia had been slain by brigands along with a request for the two to come home. To leave Ishgard was to leave the dragoons, and the two took to thinking over their options. Distraction from their sworn duty came with a cost, however, and they were promptly discharged to return home to where their minds were. Upon returning to their tribe, C'lhamia returned to her role as a huntress while C'asir once again found himself moving. <br /> <br /> Ending up in Ul'dah, he took to the Pugilist's guild and began their practices, while freelancing for coin until ultimately becoming a mentor at the Pugilist's guild after a few years.<br /> <br /> <br /> ==&lt;div style=&quot;padding:10px 15px; background:#b23313;font-size:20px;color:#e8e23e;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Footnotes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;==<br /> <br /> '''Theme Song''': &quot;Wet Sand&quot; - Red Hot Chili Peppers<br /> <br /> '''TV Tropes''': TBD<br /> <br /> '''Alignment''': Chaotic Good<br /> <br /> &lt;blockquote&gt;''RP is always welcome. No, I mean it. Always welcome. PM me anytime!''&lt;/blockquote&gt;<br /> <br /> [[category:Character]][[category:Player Character]][[category:Character Stub]][[category:Miqo'te]][[category:Miqo'te Seeker of the Sun]]</div>

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<p>B'habra: </p> <hr /> <div>''((Note: This profile is a perpetual work-in-progress, and some information may be added, edited, ret-conned or otherwise as time goes on and as I further develop my girl here. Any formatting changes or new images is also a given.))''<br /> <br /> {{Infobox-character<br /> | name = Chee Smith<br /> | image = CheePortrait.jpg<br /> | imagewidth = <br /> | caption = ''' &quot;Such is the way of things…&quot; '''<br /> | title =<br /> | gender = Female<br /> | citizenship = Ul'dah<br /> | race = Miqo'te<br /> | clan = Seeker of the Sun<br /> | stat_1 = Guardian<br /> | stat_1_value = [[Azeyma, the Warden]]<br /> | stat_2 = Age<br /> | stat_2_value = 23<br /> | stat_3 = Origin<br /> | stat_3_value = Sagoli Desert<br /> | stat_4 = Tribe<br /> | stat_4_value = Offshoot of Jackal<br /> | stat_5 = Birth Name<br /> | stat_5_value = J'baste Ava<br /> | stat_6 = Occupation<br /> | stat_6_value = Adventurer, Craftswoman, Self-Proclaimed Kitten-Wrangler<br /> }} <br /> <br /> <br /> ==&lt;div style=&quot;padding:5px; background: #1a3153; box-shadow: inset -10px -5px 10px -1px #FFFFFF&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 25px; color: #CCCCCC; font-family: Book Antiqua;&quot;&gt;General Information&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;==<br /> <br /> : Born as '''J'baste Ava''' on the 13th Day of the 4th Astral Moon, '''Chee''' is a Miqo'te Seeker of the Sun woman. She grew up happy and well-adjusted in an off-shoot of Tribe Jackal as the youngest of four half-siblings, before setting out on her own to Ul'dah with nothing but the clothes on her back, a short sword at her side, and a new name. Upon leaving home, Chee has since then become one of the many Adventurers in Eorzea, as well as a skilled craftswoman by trade.<br /> <br /> : Chee is a sweet woman, appearing to be either very shy or very aloof, and is often seen in the company of her beloved cat, Mercedes. She can usually be seen in Ul'dah, having an affinity for the city. She is also frequently seen in the Dravanian Highlands, and The Goblet. She is occasionally seen in Limsa Lominsa, The Mist and Ishgard. She is rarely seen in Gridania and The Lavender Beds.<br /> <br /> : Chee currently resides in the Goblet, Ward 12, Plot 51, and is currently affiliated with the Fera Intus Free Company.<br /> <br /> ==&lt;div style=&quot;padding:5px; background: #1a3153; box-shadow: inset -10px -5px 10px -1px #FFFFFF&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 25px; color: #CCCCCC; font-family: Book Antiqua;&quot;&gt;Appearance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;==<br /> <br /> [[File:CheePic3.jpg|400px|frameless|left]]<br /> <br /> :'''Height:''' 5 Fulm, 1 Ilm - Chee is an average height for a Miqote woman, neither too tall or too short. She is considered petite to the other races.<br /> <br /> :'''Weight:''' Approximately 117 Ponz - Most of Chee's weight comes from a toned, athletic build, or soft curves.<br /> <br /> :'''Body:''' Chee is petite with a toned athletic build. She possess dexterous hands and strong legs. Her curves, breasts and hips are soft and full. She has faded scars up and down her right arm, criss-crossing her thighs, and there is an old, faded gash below the left side of her ribs. There is a trio of slash marks on her back, from a mutated coeurl's attack, There is a recent scar from the top of her right shoulder, going across her collarbone, above her breasts, as well as a gunshot on her left hand. Her most noticeable feature is, however, her very long and unusually fluffy tail. The tail is very expressive, having plush, silky fur, and often appears to have a mind of its own. The tail will betray her mood, and is often a source of entertainment for naughty children.<br /> <br /> :'''Complexion:''' Fairly atypical tanned skin for a Seeker, made more so by time spent out in the sun or on adventures. Her skin-tone is considered fair by Seeker standards.<br /> <br /> :'''Face:''' Round with a softly-tapered chin and full lips. She has dark blue tribal tattoos on her cheek bones and dark brown facial markings on her forehead. Her brows are thick, and there are faded scars across her cheeks and the bridge of her nose. Her eyes are a vibrant mid-tone blue, and have been commented on to be quite striking, as well as having a certain kindness to them. Interested men have commented, however, on her lips, to a point by which flusters her.<br /> <br /> :'''Hair:''' Brunette with dark blonde streaks, her hair was long and tousled, often falling over one shoulder and messy bangs covering parts of her face. Now cut short.<br /> <br /> :'''Fashion:''' When not clad in armored plate and chain mail, Chee is often seen wearing verifying hues of blues, reds or blacks. She prefers cloth or leather over anything else, and it's not unusual to see her dressed in a way that flatters her figure. She prefers simple gold jewelry over anything flashy, and she is at her most self-conscious in &quot;flimsy mage's robes&quot;, or scantily-clad. She prefers attire that's more modest.<br /> <br /> ==&lt;div style=&quot;padding:5px; background: #1a3153; box-shadow: inset -10px -5px 10px -1px #FFFFFF&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 25px; color: #CCCCCC; font-family: Book Antiqua;&quot;&gt;Personality&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;==<br /> <br /> : Introverted and reserved, Chee is a quiet woman, often preferring to keep to herself. This can give one of two impressions to an outsider: a very shy or very aloof woman. While she can be friendly, it takes her some time to open up to another person. She tends to fall into old “shrinking violet” habits during social events, or near people she doesn’t know. She is soft-spoken, with a proper, almost formal speaking pattern, often choosing her words carefully.<br /> <br /> : Chee is a very warm, loving and loyal individual. There is an intelligence as well as a gentleness from her, and a wry sense of humor. However, her confidence is mixed at best. She often doubts herself to the point of self-degradation, and puts the needs of others above her own, leading to exhaustion, depression or anxiety. She constantly wonders if she's &quot;good enough&quot; for anyone or anything.<br /> <br /> : Chee has a sharply defined sense of justice, as well as a deeply-held personal creed: that all have the right to lay claim to lives as their own. Justice-oriented, she is observant and compassionate, having barely any judgment for others, and trusts deeply. Another personal creed of hers is acceptance: “Such is the way of things”. She can be accepting of things that have occurred, things as they are now, and things that are yet to come.<br /> <br /> : Chee can often remember details or traits about another person, and will try to bring out the best in someone if they were so inclined. It is these traits by which others are drawn to her… That, or maybe it's the cute little kitty that follows her everywhere.<br /> <br /> : Chee deeply reveres Azeyma the Warden, having a strong sense of faith and trust in the Goddess. As such, she frequently invokes the Warden in prayer, passing or even simply as a blessing for a stranger, friend or loved one.<br /> <br /> : Recent events and heart-breaks, however, have led this once gentle, open and loving woman to be embittered and closed-off, with a loss of her faith in the Warden. If it is possible for her to heal, it cannot be said.<br /> <br /> &lt;center&gt;&lt;table style=&quot;position:center;&quot; width=&quot;100%&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;tr&gt;<br /> &lt;td style=&quot;vertical-align: top;font-size:9pt;font-family:Helvetica;&quot;&gt;&lt;h3&gt;<br /> &lt;div style=&quot;padding:10px 35px;background: #ffe0c7; font-size:14px;color:#1a3153;&quot;&gt;&lt;center&gt;'''Talents'''&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#333355;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; Proficient &quot;jack-of-all-trades, master-of-none&quot; Craftswoman<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#333355;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; Observant/Empathetic of Others<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#333355;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; Highly Skilled with Spears<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#333355;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; Highly Skilled with Swords and Shields<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#333355;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; Skilled Hobbyist Artist<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#333355;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; Most excellent kitten-wrangler<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#333355;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; Atheletic<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#333355;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; Literate<br /> <br /> &lt;td style=&quot;vertical-align: top;font-size:9pt;font-family:Helvetica;&quot;&gt;&lt;h3&gt;<br /> &lt;div style=&quot;padding:10px 35px;background: #ffe0c7;font-size:14px;color:#1a3153;&quot;&gt;&lt;center&gt;'''Hobbies'''&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#333355;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; Tinkering/Crafting<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#333355;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; Sketching<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#333355;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; Journaling<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#333355;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; Caring for Stray Cats<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#333355;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; Reading<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#333355;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; Games of Strategy/Chance<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#333355;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; Collecting Interesting or Shiny Trinkets<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#333355;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; Old Coins<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#333355;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; People-watching<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#333355;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; Growing Flowers <br /> <br /> &lt;td style=&quot;vertical-align: top;font-size:9pt;font-family:Helvetica;&quot;&gt;&lt;h3&gt;<br /> &lt;div style=&quot;padding:10px 35px;background: #ffe0c7;font-size:14px;color:#1a3153;&quot;&gt;&lt;center&gt;'''Likes'''&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#334466;&quot; 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size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; Her tail betrays her mood<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#337799;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; Tendency to bite her lip<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#337799;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; Tendency to &quot;curl&quot; against herself<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#337799;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; Ears will twitch when emoting, interested, or otherwise<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#337799;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; Easily tongue-tied and may stumble over her words<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#337799;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; Often invokes Azeyma, the Warden in prayer or in passing<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#337799;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; She's a cuddle-bug<br /> <br /> &lt;td style=&quot;vertical-align: top;font-size:9pt;font-family:Helvetica;&quot;&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;mw-headline&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;div style=&quot;padding:10px 35px; 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Dark Knights<br /> <br /> &lt;td style=&quot;vertical-align: top;font-size:9pt;font-family:Helvetica;&quot;&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;mw-headline&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;div style=&quot;padding:10px 35px; background: #ffe0c7;font-size:14px;color:#1a3153;&quot;&gt;&lt;center&gt;'''Other'''&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#3388AA;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; Alignment: Neutral Good<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#3388AA;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; Favorite Food: Black Truffle Risotto<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#3388AA;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; Favorite Drink: Tea, Rolanberry Cordials<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#3388AA;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; Favorite Color: Rhotano Blue<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#3388AA;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; Favorite Scent: Jasmine<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#3388AA;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; Favorite Place: Her Reading Nook<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#3388AA;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; Favorite Vices: Whiskey, Stray Cats<br /> <br /> &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;<br /> <br /> ==&lt;div style=&quot;padding:5px; background: #1a3153; box-shadow: inset -10px -5px 10px -1px #FFFFFF&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 25px; color: #CCCCCC; font-family: Book Antiqua;&quot;&gt;Abilities and Skills&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;==<br /> <br /> [[File:CheePic9.jpg|300px||frameless|left]]<br /> <br /> : In combat, Chee prefers clean, precise strikes with a lot of power behind them, as opposed to being a flurry of motion and aggression. This is especially apparent when she is wielding a spear, being very defensive and very precise in combat. She prefers being at the front-lines in battle, using her agility and skill to put in a lot of force behind her blows. Chee is often seen carrying an old, shining blue spear, elegant and deadly. The weapon itself is more akin to a relic than anything else, and rarely leaves Chee's side. The weapon serves as something of a security blanket for her, and she is most comfortable wielding it, being at her most deadly with a spear in her hands.<br /> <br /> : Chee occasionally takes arms as a Free Paladin, and this where she is most trained, as well as being most aggressive. As a Paladin, just like wielding a spear, Chee prefers precise, powerful blows. However, she is aggressive and almost reckless with a sword and shield in hand, using her strength and training to become a commanding presence, and she is often wild: breaking bones, goring slashes, and battering foes with her shield.<br /> <br /> : Chee has recently resumed training with Great Swords, as well as the Dark Arts, yet at great danger to herself, body, mind and soul.<br /> <br /> : Chee has only recently taken on the study of magic, particularly Arcanima and the arts of Summoning. She's… average, at best, and ultimately prefers a spear or a sword as opposed to a grimoire. She's dabbled in other forms of magic, such as Conjury and Thaumaturgey, with little other success. <br /> <br /> : Chee is a proficient, &quot;jack-of-all-trades, master-of-none&quot; craftswoman, though she has an interest and specialty in goldsmithing. This is mainly due to her own fondness for interesting and shiny trinkets. In addition, she also is a &quot;jack-of-all-trades, master-of-none&quot; Disciple of the Land, more aligned towards mining and botany. Fishing is terribly boring for her, and she often falls asleep while doing so.<br /> <br /> ==&lt;div style=&quot;padding:5px; background: #1a3153; box-shadow: inset -10px -5px 10px -1px #FFFFFF&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 25px; color: #CCCCCC; font-family: Book Antiqua;&quot;&gt;History/Background&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;==<br /> <br /> ===&lt;div style=&quot;padding:10px 15px; background:#ffe0c7;font-size:14px;color:#1e1400;&quot;&gt;Pre-Calamity&lt;/div&gt;===<br /> &lt;table style=&quot;position:center;&quot; width=&quot;85%&quot;&gt;<br /> <br /> : '''Early Life'''<br /> : Chee was born as J'baste Ava in the Sagoli Desert on the 13th Sun of the 4th Astral Moon, to a smaller off-shoot tribe of Tribe Jackal. This tribe was a more peaceful tribe, more akin to a loosely-connected network of small villages and settlements, and was populated mainly by artisans and Disciples of the Hand and Disciples of the Land. Art, crafting, trade, scholarly pursuits and other such trades were commonly practiced and encouraged. This tribe made their vocations by trading hand-crafted goods to traveling merchants or other Seeker tribes in the Sagoli, some of which traveling all the way to Ul'dah.<br /> <br /> : J'baste's early life was a peaceful one. She had a happy childhood, growing up well-adjusted and loved to a Seeker Nunh and a Keeper Mother, as well as three older half-brothers. One day, a Roegadyn Sea Wolf woman appeared from the desert – Reisz. An old adventuring friend of her father's, J'baste immediately took to the Roegadyn, hero-worshipping and idolizing her. In turn, Reisz was charmed by and befriended the girl, serving as life-long friend and mentor. Reisz encouraged J'baste's curiosity and dreams of becoming an adventurer, forging her own path and seeing the world for what it was.<br /> <br /> : '''Dalamud's Fall: The Calamity'''<br /> : J'baste's peaceful life continued well into her teens, taking on a keener interest in travel and adventuring, much to her father's dismay. In a well-intentioned effort to protect his daughter, her father demanded that J'baste stay home in the tribe, and take on a trade as a craftswoman. While she did indeed have an interest and talent for crafting, J'baste wanted to do so on her own terms. As such, she frequently clashed with her family, developing an anxiety and depression: would she ever be good enough? During this time, Reisz was killed in an accident, and J'baste then decided to become an adventurer, as a way to honor her late mentor.<br /> <br /> : One night, during a fierce argument, J'baste was disowned by her father and brothers, and ran away from home. Shortly thereafter, Dalamud fell, and the Calamity struck. While blessedly surviving the chaos and destruction, there were many scars, and she found herself on a waking up in a merchant's cart, bound for escape.<br /> <br /> : '''Interim'''<br /> : Immediately following the Calamity, J'baste, now a nameless transient spent the next five years wandering aimlessly across the realm. It was here she learned to be accepting of others, as well as the fate granted to her, and of a possibility of being increasingly lonely. Her family and home was assumed dead and destroyed, or otherwise estranged. It was during this time J'baste's depression, anxiety and her acceptance of being increasingly alone further developed.<br /> <br /> ===&lt;div style=&quot;padding:10px 15px; background:#ffe0c7;font-size:14px;color:#1e1400;&quot;&gt;Post Calamity/Recent History&lt;/div&gt;===<br /> &lt;table style=&quot;position:center;&quot; width=&quot;95%&quot;&gt;<br /> <br /> : '''A Realm Reborn'''<br /> : At the age of 21, J'baste, now taking on the name of Chee, came to Ul'dah with little more than the clothes on her back and an old short sword at her side. From there, she trained for a time at the Gladiator's Guild, quickly rising through the ranks as a Free Paladin. It was during this time that she discovered she had the rare gift and curse of the Echo. Stubbornly refusing the call, Chee went on to take the study and mastery of becoming a craftswoman and adventurer. She eventually took up arms with the spear instead, finding the art of the Lancer much more to her liking. Over time, Chee made a comfortable life for herself as both an adventurer and craftswoman, and was content. During this time, she met and fell into the deep friendship and close company of a Hyur Midlander named Arthur Dragmire and an Elezen Wildwood named Destiney Delvanguard. The trio became close friends and the surrogate family Chee craved, traveling and sharing many adventures together. They styled themselves as &quot;The Outsiders&quot;.<br /> <br /> : Following the exile of the fabled Warrior of Light, the disappearance of the Scions and the assassination of the Sultana at the hands of the Syndicate, Chee found herself part of various raiding expedition parities, undergoing dangerous raids and missions into the heart of ancient Allagan ruins.<br /> <br /> : '''Heavensward'''<br /> : Great change has come. Ishgard opened its gates to Adventurers, and Chee was one of the first to make the pilgrimage into the Holy See, as well as travel deep into Dravania. Once more, she found herself going into raiding expeditions, becoming increasingly isolated, alienated and exhausted. During this time, the Warrior of Light was redeemed, Ul'dah made strong once again, and Ishgard joined the Eorzean Alliance, vowing an end to the Dragonsong War.<br /> <br /> : '''As Goes Light, So Goes Darkness'''<br /> : With Ishgard and the rest of the Eorzean alliance undergoing a great change, Chee continues her trade as a craftswoman and her travels as an adventurer. Much to her joy, she found love in the form of a Keeper male named Lofen Melocuil. Chee had made a happy life for herself, and can now share in it with a man she fell deeply in love with. All seemed well.<br /> <br /> : As of recently, however, the young woman is having dreams of a strange being trapped in Allagan Technology: the First of the Warring Triad. She, like many other raiding parties in Dravania, once more feel the pull of the Echo. In an attempt to protect the man she loved, Chee tried to end things with Lofen. However, his faith and love for her, as well as the advice of her dear friend Luth convinced Chee otherwise, and the couple vowed once more to stay together, come what may.<br /> <br /> : '''Gears of Change'''<br /> : ''Sequence of events below...''<br /> &lt;spoiler&gt;: While the fabled Warrior of Light and the new Leadership of Ishgard attempted to broker peace with dragonkind, Chee had been busy, enjoying her peaceful life and the love and companionship of Lofen Melocuil. The pair had made the decision to move in together, taking on a new phase of their relationship, and building a life together. Chee was the happiest she had ever known then. This was the man she could easily see herself spending the rest of her life with, and Lofen could heal from his old scars. The pair began to see themselves as possibly being Bonded. Life was good.<br /> <br /> : A storm was coming. Chee's friend Elza was kidnapped by a Hyur Midlander named Gekile Longstride. Chee was the first to answer the call for help. While she fought valiantly, she was injured and could no longer give chase, calling for her friends Luth Ivywood and the Crimson Knight to assist a woman named Delmina Andurin and her allies in the rescue. Over time, Delmina revealed long the complicated history between herself and Gekile. Gekile's very presence shook Chee to her core, forcing her to recover from her injuries and allow for Lofen to fight in her stead, in his own way. Upon recovery, Chee then enlisted the aid of her friend Arthyr Caden, a Miqo'te Seeker of the Sun with a long, checkered past. The two became close friends. In the final, bloody confrontation with Gekile Longstride, Arthyr took the killing blow, and Delmina burned the corpse. The trio gave pause to the man who was so warped by his pain and bitterness, but were relieved to finally be able to return to a peaceful life.<br /> <br /> : Lofen had the idea of training as a Dark Knight. While both he and Chee had initial success, he raged. Upon breaking out of his rage, Lofen, in horror, decided to stop his training. During this time, Chee and Arthyr continued their deepening friendship, and she witnessed first hand his own journey into the Dark. Arthyr had confessed his love for Chee, and expressed a desire to be her lover. The friendship was strained when she turned him down, and only the arrival of a threat on Arthyr's life allowed the two to reconcile. Chee's warning was for naught, and Arthyr Caden was dead.<br /> <br /> : The ultimate betrayal; Lofen revealed he had slept with Delmina Andurin during the Gekile Incident, as well as a woman named Shin Nelhah. While initially trying repair their bond, with Lofen doing much soul-searching, focusing on his work and reconnecting with old friends, Chee turned inward, increasingly isolated, confused and hurt. All of her repressed hurt, anger, pain, sorrow, as well as her self-loathing, guilt and fear manifested as a Dark Knight's soul stone, and Chee went into the Dark, blacking out. When she came to, she had realized she raged, attacking Lofen and an innocent girl he was trying to help. The pair realized there was more beneath the surface, and one heated evening, Chee unleashed all of her fury, her sorrow, her hurt and rage at his betrayal of everything they had built.<br /> <br /> : Their bond strained, Chee and Lofen decided to take the time to mutually heal, with Lofen taking the time to improve himself as a man and an investigator, and Chee headed home to the Sagoli Desert to her home tribe. The hope was that both Chee and Lofen could become better and stronger individuals as well as a couple once more. Tragically, an attempt on Lofen's life caused him significant injury while Chee was preparing for travel, and he broke up with her. Upon finding out in a final letter, she angrily cut all ties with the friend she once trusted – a revived Arthyr Caden in the form of an Au Ra named Elpeaux Reaufond.<br /> <br /> : '''Revenge of the Horde'''<br /> : Ishgard calls for aid: the Warrior of Light, aided by the remaining Scions of the Seventh Dawn and the Leadership of the Holy See seek to finally end the Dragonsong War through the demise of Nidhogg. Chee was compelled to answer the call, returning to Ishgard and lending her skill in the final battle against the horde, laying witness to and participating in the fall of Nidhogg, and the final chorus of a millenia-long war.<br /> <br /> : Since then, Chee has returned to Ul'dah, obtaining a new home in the Goblet and settling back into a peaceful – if painfully lonely – new life. Chee is at a cross-roads, her body, mind, heart and soul worn, weary and bearing the heavy burden of too many hurts.<br /> <br /> : With even long-time and dearest friends going their separate ways, Chee continued to isolate herself, dedicating her time and her efforts to the perfection of her tinkering and her projects. Pale comfort to the emotional turmoil she felt. The soulstones remained dormant, and their mysteries, unanswered and largely forgotten. Enter her older half-brother, J'siris. His constant presence helped to soothe her, and even encourage to try to reach out once more, with limited success. Eventually, Chee stumbled into a short-lived romance with a J'tehn Tia. Having shared similar experience in love and loss, the pair cautiously move forward. Unfortunately, they did not last as a pair.<br /> <br /> : '''Soul Surrender'''<br /> : Alexander, the Warring Triad, stirrings within the shadows threatening the very sanctity of Eorzea itself... But those are struggles best reserved for the Warrior of Light. For Chee and her brother, there's a new chapter in their lives, new adventures to look forward to, new friends to meet and old friends to reconnect with, new places to get lost to, and very bemused pet cats to annoy, and hurts finally beginning to heal, however slowly.<br /> <br /> : As it stands, however, Chee continues to withdraw, further succumbing to her depression, loneliness and bitter anger. A Keeper named Branna'a appeared to her, confessing his love and affection, before disappearing outright and breaking her heart, forever turning Chee away from the idea of ever finding love. An intruder invaded her home, attempting to assault her and violating her very sense of safety. Delmina had returned, taunting her and re-opening old scars, and seeing both Lofen and J'tehn in the presence of other women, happier without her... Chee is a dead woman walking: one more heartbreak, and she'll likely perish of despair.<br /> <br /> : '''The Far Edge of Fate (Present Day)'''<br /> : The Ala Mhigan Resistance has started a new war with the Garlean Empire, throwing the Realm into chaos. As the Eorzean Alliance scrambles to regain their sense of control, and the Warrior of Light and their Scions facing heavy loses. Chee herself is left with two paths to take: the slow walk back to salvation, or into oblivion. Even her loyal brother J'siris is at a loss, increasingly distant. For now, the mystery regarding a pair of two crystals recovered from Nymian Ruins has garnered her attention, and once again, the soul stones in her possession begin to awaken.<br /> <br /> : It remains to be seen on what will occur for Chee in the given future...<br /> <br /> ==&lt;div style=&quot;padding:5px; background: #1a3153; box-shadow: inset -10px -5px 10px -1px #FFFFFF&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 25px; color: #CCCCCC; font-family: Book Antiqua;&quot;&gt;Rumors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;==<br /> <br /> &lt;table style=&quot;position:center;&quot; width=&quot;100%&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;tr&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;b&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;padding:10px 25px; background:#c2d5cb;&quot;&gt;Common Rumors ''(Easily overheard)''&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#c2d5cb;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; &quot;Eh? Ye mean tha' quiet one with the cat? Aye, I've seen 'er. Didn't say much.&quot; - '''Quicksand Tavern Dweller'''<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#c2d5cb;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; &quot;Oh! That little cat of hers is absolutely darling!&quot; - '''Gossipy Lalafell Woman'''<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#c2d5cb;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; &quot;The fuzzy-tailed one with the cat? I think it's the tail the cat likes.&quot; - '''Gruff Ala Mighan Refugee'''<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#c2d5cb;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; &quot;The pretty miss has the longest, fluffiest tail I've ever seen! Sometimes she lets me brush it! The others just like pulling on it…&quot; - '''Ul'dahn Orphan'''<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#c2d5cb;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; &quot;Right quiet one, she is. I've seen her keep mainly to herself, sketching or writing something in some journal.&quot; - '''Curious Roegadyn Gentleman'''<br /> <br /> &lt;b&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;padding:10px 25px; background:#c3c1bd;&quot;&gt;Moderate Rumors ''(Moderately difficult to overhear)''&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#c3c1bd;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; &quot;I've seen her more with a crafter's toolkit, than any sort of arms and armor. Sets up just about anywhere.&quot; - '''Gridanian Woodwailer'''<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#c3c1bd;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; &quot;All she says was she started out at the Gladiator's Guild. Some Midlander Free Paladin took an interest in her. Dragmire… I think?&quot; - '''Coliseum Gladiator'''<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#c3c1bd;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; &quot;An 'venturer you say? Hardly! I've seen 'er in the markets, 'nother one o' those craftfolk. Me thinks she prefers that over 'venturing'.&quot; - '''Limsan Lominsan Barwench'''<br /> <br /> &lt;b&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;padding:10px 25px; background:#c4b5bb;&quot;&gt;Rare Rumors ''(Very difficult or rarely overheard)''&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#c4b5bb;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; &quot;Once heard her prayin' to the Warden, something about some 'echo' or some such. Sounded right scared.&quot; - '''Ul'dahn Courtesan'''<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#c4b5bb;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; &quot;She's got them eyes, all bright blue an' such. She looks at you like you're something' good. Dunno what it is.&quot; - '''Lominsan Yellow Jacket'''<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#c4b5bb;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; &quot;Her? Oh, I used to see her in the company of some male Keeper, then some other Seeker Tia. ...She looks broken now... What ''have'' they done to break her?&quot; - '''Previously Envious, Now Worried Seeker Tia'''<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#c4b5bb;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; &quot;Ah, yes! I've often seen her in the company of an Elezen Scholar and a Midlander Paladin. Peas in a pod, those three.&quot; - '''Momodi, Proprietor of the Quicksand'''<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#c4b5bb;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; &quot;J'baste. J'baste Ava is her true name, and she is our most precious one. But she doesn't give her name to just anyone...&quot; - '''Ava Burwani, her Mother'''<br /> <br /> &lt;b&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;padding:10px 25px; background:#c0a2b0;&quot;&gt;PC Rumors ''(Rumors written by other Player Characters. Feel free to add your own!)''&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#c0a2b0;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; &quot;You mean my baby sister...? She's been hurt one too many times; I'm here for her now. ''Hurt'' her, and ''answer'' to me...&quot; - '''[[J'siris Tia]]'''<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#c0a2b0;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; &quot;Insert Rumor Here&quot; - '''Character Name'''<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#c0a2b0;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; &quot;Insert Rumor Here&quot; - '''Character Name'''<br /> <br /> &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;<br /> <br /> ==&lt;div style=&quot;padding:5px; background: #1a3153; box-shadow: inset -10px -5px 10px -1px #FFFFFF&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 25px; color: #CCCCCC; font-family: Book Antiqua;&quot;&gt;Relationships&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;==<br /> <br /> &lt;table style=&quot;position:center;&quot; width=&quot;100%&quot;&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;center&gt;<br /> :''Please note: The following is a listing of PC Characters of whom Chee knows or otherwise has an RP relationship with of some kind. Her relationship with the character IC maybe completely different than being OOC, and the listing is ever-changing over time. If you would like to be added, feel free to let me know in-game or over RPC. :D''&lt;br&gt;<br /> <br /> {| class=&quot;mw-collapsible mw-collapsed wikitable&quot; width=&quot;100%&quot; border=&quot;0&quot;<br /> ! &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia;&quot;&gt;&lt;font style=&quot;color:#000000;&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;'''Color Key'''&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> |- <br /> | <br /> :&lt;font style=&quot;color:#b72a78;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;♥&lt;/font&gt; &lt;sub&gt;&lt;b&gt;In A Relationship:&lt;/b&gt; Chee/J'baste is romantically involved with this character.&lt;/sub&gt;<br /> :&lt;font style=&quot;color:#FA70BC;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;♥&lt;/font&gt; &lt;sub&gt;&lt;b&gt;Romantic Attraction:&lt;/b&gt; Chee/J'baste is romantically interested in this character.&lt;/sub&gt;<br /> :&lt;font style=&quot;color:#ffaedb&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;♥&lt;/font&gt; &lt;sub&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sexual Attraction&lt;/b&gt; Chee/J'baste is physically interested in this character.&lt;/sub&gt;<br /> <br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#54b5eb;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;♥&lt;/font&gt; &lt;sub&gt;&lt;b&gt;Platonic Love/Family:&lt;/b&gt; Chee/J'baste considers this person family.&lt;/sub&gt;<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#54b5eb;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;♦&lt;/font&gt; &lt;sub&gt;&lt;b&gt;Friend:&lt;/b&gt; Chee/J'baste considers this person her friend.&lt;/sub&gt;<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#93d2f6;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;♦&lt;/font&gt; &lt;sub&gt;&lt;b&gt;Friendly Acquaintance:&lt;/b&gt; Chee/J'baste considers this person mostly friendly, or as an ally.&lt;/sub&gt;<br /> <br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#93d2f6;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;●&lt;/font&gt; &lt;sub&gt;&lt;b&gt;Good Standing:&lt;/b&gt; Chee/J'baste has no specific feelings about this character, however they left a good impression.&lt;/sub&gt;<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#c6c6c6;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;●&lt;/font&gt; &lt;sub&gt;&lt;b&gt;Neutral:&lt;/b&gt; Chee/J'baste has no specific feelings about this character.&lt;/sub&gt;<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#8a8a8a;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;●&lt;/font&gt; &lt;sub&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bad Standing:&lt;/b&gt; Chee/J'baste has no specific feelings about this character, however they left a bad impression.&lt;/sub&gt;<br /> <br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#8a8a8a;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;♠&lt;/font&gt; &lt;sub&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dislike:&lt;/b&gt; Chee/J'baste doesn't consider this person a friend, and will talk if needed, but try to avoid them.&lt;/sub&gt;<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#575757;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;♠&lt;/font&gt; &lt;sub&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hate:&lt;/b&gt; Chee/J'baste hates this person, and will try to avoid them. Conflict can happen.&lt;/sub&gt;<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#000000;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;♠&lt;/font&gt; &lt;sub&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fear:&lt;/b&gt; Chee/J'baste is terrified by this character, and will try to avoid them at all cost.&lt;/sub&gt;<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#630000;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;♠&lt;/font&gt; &lt;sub&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rivalry:&lt;/b&gt; Chee/J'baste considers this person a rival, and will try to initiate conflict every time she gets to meet them.&lt;/sub&gt;<br /> <br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#dba133;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;♥&lt;/font&gt; &lt;sub&gt;&lt;b&gt;Family Member:&lt;/b&gt; This character is related by blood to Chee/J'baste.&lt;/sub&gt;<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#dba133;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;✔&lt;/font&gt; &lt;sub&gt;&lt;b&gt;Business:&lt;/b&gt; This character is either Chee/J'baste's employer, employee, coworker, or other business relation.&lt;/sub&gt;<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#dba133;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;✖&lt;/font&gt; &lt;sub&gt;&lt;b&gt;Deceased:&lt;/b&gt; This character has passed away.&lt;/sub&gt;<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#dba133;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;sub&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hidden Feelings/Unknown:&lt;/b&gt; This character has one of all the color keys above, but Chee/J'baste isn't fully aware of it yet.&lt;/sub&gt;<br /> &lt;/div&gt;<br /> |}&lt;/center&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;td style=&quot;vertical-align: top;width:50%;padding-right:10px; font-size:9pt;font-family:Helvetica;&quot;&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;mw-headline&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;div style=&quot;padding:10px 35px; background:#ffe0c7;font-size:14px;color:#1e1400;&quot;&gt;&lt;center&gt;Family Relations&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;<br /> &lt;div style=&quot;border:0px solid; padding:8px;&quot;&gt;<br /> <br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#dba133;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;♥&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font style=&quot;color:#54b5eb;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;♥&lt;/font&gt; '''Mercedes''' – A cute little Coeurl Kitten. Loyal, affectionate and mischievous, Mercedes is Chee’s pet cat and ever-present companion. She rescued the little kitty in Aleport, following an investigation into a pirate smuggling operation. Believed to be a mix of a smaller, lesser-seen subspecies of coeurl and a common house-cat, Mercedes has proven to be a constant source of companionship, comfort, and occasionally laughter. The little kitty goes where Chee goes, usually riding along in her pack, perched on her shoulder, or following along behind. (Mercedes the Coeurl Kitten was named for my IRL cat, who named for the Dragon's Dogma character.)<br /> <br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#dba133;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;♥&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font style=&quot;color:#54b5eb;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;♥&lt;/font&gt; '''Julien''' – A tiny stray black cat. Upon moving into her new home, Chee discovered a tiny, scraggly little ball of black fluff mewling pitifully. Falling in love with the tiny kitten, Chee took the little thing into her home, naming him &quot;Julien&quot; and adopting him. She is slowly nursing him back to health. Chee takes the little kitty with her most places, doting over the little fluffball like a mother to her child - much to Mercedes' chagrin. Julien ahs since then bonded to her older brother J'siris... much to Chee's own chagrin. Needless to say, the kitten still adores Chee. Just not as much as he likes her brother. (Julien the Black Kitten was named for my IRL cat, who named for the Dragon's Dogma character, though said cat is female irl. Julien the Black Kitten is also a &quot;in memoriam&quot; character, effectively immortalizing the IRL Julien after her passing...)<br /> <br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#dba133;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;♥&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font style=&quot;color:#54b5eb;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;♥&lt;/font&gt;'''[[J'siris Tia]]''' – Chee’s half brother, and the middle of the three sons. Playful, empathetic, kind and free-spirited, J’siris was the most encouraging of the three brothers to Chee growing up, and the one who made the most time to play with and later serve as a confidant and mentor to Chee, when Reisz wasn’t available. It was J’siris who offered Chee support during the fallout with the rest of her family, and the one who defended her over the years. J’siris eventually left home, becoming an Adventurer after the Calamity, estranged from his father and brothers while seeking out his sister and step-mother. Following Chee's personal crisis, J'siris has recently come to Ul'dah in an effort to provide emotional support - as well as being the much-needed protective big-brother.<br /> <br /> &lt;td style=&quot;vertical-align: top;width:50%;padding-right:10px; font-size:9pt;font-family:Helvetica;&quot;&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;mw-headline&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;div style=&quot;padding:10px 35px; background:#ffe0c7;font-size:14px;color:#1e1400;&quot;&gt;&lt;center&gt;Positive Relations&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;<br /> &lt;div style=&quot;border:0px solid; padding:8px;&quot;&gt;<br /> <br /> :&lt;font style=&quot;color:#54b5eb;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;♥&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style=&quot;color:#54b5eb;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;♦&lt;/font&gt; '''[[Destiney Delvanguard]]''' – An Elezen Wildwood. One of Chee's oldest, dearest friends. The pair have known each other for several years and are frequently seen having adventures together. Mischievous, playful and warm, Destiney is akin to an older sister to Chee. They often play or tease each other, happily discuss more feminine things, are mutually supportive, trusting and otherwise. More often than not, where Chee is, Destiney will be, and vice versa. Destiney is part of a small, intimate group of close friends of whom style themselves &quot;The Outsiders&quot;.<br /> <br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#54b5eb;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;♥&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font style=&quot;color:#54b5eb;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;♦&lt;/font&gt; '''Arthur Dragmire''' – A Hyur Midlander, and a Free Paladin. Chee and Arthur met when she first came to Ul'dah, and the pair became fast friends, training together in the arts of the Gladiator and eventually the Free Paladin. Over time, the two became close, akin to surrogate siblings. Arthur's patience, kindness and easy-going humor endears him to Chee and to many others. Arthur Dragmire is part of a small, intimate group of close friends of whom style themselves &quot;The Outsiders&quot;. (Note: This player is a non RPer, though he may be mentioned on occasion.)<br /> <br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#54b5eb;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;♥&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font style=&quot;color:#54b5eb;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;♦&lt;/font&gt; '''Skala Toa''' - An Au Ra Raen. Chee and Skala met during Chee's early days in Ul'dah. The two women quickly became good friends, with Skala being playful, irreverent and good-natured with a wicked and dirty sense of humor, as well as a sisterly warmth. Formally trained as a Monk, Skala and Chee make a dangerous tag-team with a flurry of fists and lance-work, decimating the battle field. Skala is part of a small, intimate group of close friends of whom style themselves &quot;The Outsiders&quot;. (Note: This player is a non RPer, though she may be mentioned on occasion.)<br /> <br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#54b5eb;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;♥&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font style=&quot;color:#54b5eb;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;♦&lt;/font&gt; '''Crimson Knight''' - A Hyur Midlander, with training as both a Free Paladin and a Dragoon. The very definition of a noble knight, the man who calls himself Crimson Knight is loyal, friendly and kind-hearted. Crimson, or &quot;Crim&quot; for short, willingly moves to defend those in need, and provides a comforting and empathetic presence to any who ask. Crimson and Chee met while they both served together, training, and Crim encouraged her talents with a spear. Crimson is part of a small, intimate group of close friends of whom style themselves &quot;The Outsiders&quot;.<br /> <br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#54b5eb;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;♥&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font style=&quot;color:#54b5eb;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;♦&lt;/font&gt; '''Clarke Southway''' - An Elezen Wildwood. Chee and Arthur met Clarke during raiding expeditions in Dravania. While reserved in public settings, Clarke is nonetheless friendly and an incurable jokester in the close company of Chee, Destiney and Arthur. Clarke is shrewdly intelligent, taking on mastery of the Dark Knight, Black Mage and the Summoner, as per the demands of raider groups. Clarke is part of a small, intimate group of close friends of whom style themselves &quot;The Outsiders&quot;.<br /> <br /> :&lt;font style=&quot;color:#54b5eb;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;♥&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style=&quot;color:#54b5eb;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;♦&lt;/font&gt; '''[[Luth ivywood]]''' - A Miqo'te Seeker of the Sun. The two met in a previous Free Company, and came to work together well due to compatible temperaments as well as a fondness for good cooking. Warm, loyal and friendly, Luth is a good-natured and out-going woman and one of Chee's dearest friends. Akin to a dear sister and close confidant, Chee gives Luth her complete trust and confidence in many things, as well enjoying her friend's company, warmth, good-humor, and playful encouragement.<br /> <br /> :&lt;font style=&quot;color:#54b5eb;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;♥&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style=&quot;color:#54b5eb;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;♦&lt;/font&gt; '''[[Y'raos Nuhn]]''' - A Miqo'te Seeker of the Sun Chee met at the Quicksand. The two struck an easy friendship through some friendly idle conversation. While gruff, Chee was drawn to him regardless due to his loyalty to his sister, his blunt honesty, as well as good-humor and kindness. If anything, he reminds her of her older brothers. The pair can be seen conversing on occasion, while Y’raos is on “door-guarding” duty. Recent events have lead to the pair reconnecting as old friends, and Chee feeling as if she had gained another much needed older brother.<br /> <br /> :&lt;font style=&quot;color:#54b5eb;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;♥&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style=&quot;color:#54b5eb;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;♦&lt;/font&gt; '''[[Aki Tenken]]''' - An Au Ra Raen woman, and a Doman at that. Also known as Tenken no Aki. Chee met Aki at the Drowning Wench in Limsa, following her fall-out and leaving Sabotenders. The Doman-born Raen instantly took to Chee, offering nothing but warmth, compassion and empathy, as well as readily welcoming Chee into her Free Company, Fera Intus. Since then, the two women have swiftly become close.<br /> <br /> :&lt;font style=&quot;color:#54b5eb;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;♥&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style=&quot;color:#54b5eb;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;♦&lt;/font&gt; '''[[Kira'sae Sindrah]]''' - A Miqo'te Keeper of the Moon, and Aki Tenken's loving husband. An Arcanist of whom is always accompanied by his Carbuncle, Kite, Kira'sae is warm and open, however reserved. Chee and Kira'sae met tat the Drowning Wench in Limsa Lominsa, and he welcomed Chee into the Free Company he and Aki run - Fera Intus - offering warmth and empathy. The two Miqo'te get along quite well.<br /> <br /> :&lt;font style=&quot;color:#54b5eb;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;♥&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style=&quot;color:#54b5eb;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;♦&lt;/font&gt; '''[[Zethie Aldis]]''' - A Miqo'te Keeper of the Moon. A fellow competitor in the Grindstone, Zethie was encouraging to her during her first time in the battle tourney. Since then, the two have become good buddies, on the friendly field of competitive sportsmanship as well as lounging about.<br /> <br /> :&lt;font style=&quot;color:#b72a78;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;♥&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style=&quot;color:#54b5eb;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;♦&lt;/font&gt; '''[[Phoenix Lemathen]]''' - A Miqo'te Seeker of the Sun. &quot;Nix&quot; for short. A former Sultansworn, fellow adventurer, and a sensitive (Non-tribal! Thank the twelve!) man of great character and empathy, he and Chee stumbled across each other in La Noscea, finding themselves the subject of curious aetheric bonding. Nix has very quickly fallen for Chee, much to her shock and her chagrin. Over time as the two got to know each other, Chee fell in love with Nix, due to his compassion, loyalty and his own shared experiences. It's always the little things...<br /> <br /> :&lt;font style=&quot;color:#54b5eb;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;♦&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font style=&quot;color:#93d2f6;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;●&lt;/font&gt; '''[[X'apa Mozei]]''' – A Miqo'te Keeper of the Moon. Chee met this friendly, if clueless and naive Keeper out by the Copperbell Mines in the midst of an argument with a Roegadyn. Upon cooling tempers and pulling him away, the two went on to the Quicksand, where X'apa shared details of a treasure map he had found. Apparently born into a wealthy family, X'apa left home restless and seeking adventure with jovial cheer and an eagerness. The two are neighbors in their ward of the Goblet, and can be seen socializing on occasion.<br /> <br /> :&lt;font style=&quot;color:#54b5eb;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;♦&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font style=&quot;color:#93d2f6;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;●&lt;/font&gt; '''[[Ophelia Blanche]]''' - An Au Ra Raen. A dancer and once a mutual friend of Arthyr Caden, Ophelia offered to help Chee during the Gekile Incident. Unfortunately, she wasn't able to lend much assistance, due to other obligations. However, her compassion and her eagerness to help spoke well of her character. The two women met again months later, happily reconnecting as old friends, and even having an impromptu song and dance routine - to the amusement and joy of the other tavern patrons. The two women decided to remain in close contact.<br /> <br /> :&lt;font style=&quot;color:#54b5eb;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;♦&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font style=&quot;color:#93d2f6;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;●&lt;/font&gt; '''[[Marianne Evrardoux]]''' - An Elezen Duskwight. Chee met this former bandit at a tavern one night, and shared brief conversation – a simple kindness during a time of strife and sorrow in Chee's life. When Marianne was threatened by bounty hunters, Chee attempted to use her authority as a Free Paladin to protect the innocent woman from harm. The two women would meet again a couple of months later, connecting as friends, and confirming Chee's instinct about Marianne, with the Duskwight sharing stories of not only escaping the bounty hunters who vexed her and threatened the other patrons, but also of simpler things, such as hobbies and hopes, and beginning a new life.<br /> <br /> :&lt;font style=&quot;color:#54b5eb;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;♦&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font style=&quot;color:#93d2f6;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;●&lt;/font&gt; '''[[Yhen'to Jyakka]]''' - A Miqo'te Keeper of the Moon. Friendly, cheerful and hopelessly romantic, Yhen'to's kindness, friendly outlook and honesty appealed to Chee, when the Keeper almost immediately and happily befriended her and her friend Clarke upon the end of a long night tavern-hopping. Yhen'to has the curious and endearing habit of referring to himself as &quot;a wolf&quot;, and takes pleasure being a simple man. The two get along well, comparing notes on the pleasures of working as Disciples of the Hands and Land.<br /> <br /> :&lt;font style=&quot;color:#54b5eb;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;♦&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font style=&quot;color:#93d2f6;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;●&lt;/font&gt; '''[[Kaito Kumon]]''' - An Au Ra Xaela. Chee met this quiet, introspective man purely by chance in the Central Shroud, and the two spent many hours talking into the night. Since then, whenever she encounters him, Chee is drawn to him, considering the Au Ra a friend. They get along fairly well.<br /> <br /> :&lt;font style=&quot;color:#54b5eb;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;♦&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font style=&quot;color:#93d2f6;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;●&lt;/font&gt; '''[[Cy'xanne Tora]]''' - A Miqo'te Seeker of the Sun, and a former Nunh. This man has a sense of calm, compassion and an acceptance of life. First meeting each other at the Quicksand, sharing an interest over Chee's cat, the two remained friends. They recently met again during a date auction event, and Cy'xanne was saddened to learn of Chee's recent tragedies. As such, he made it a point to help her move past the pain. Chee finds the older Seeker a much-needed friend, of whom grants solid advice.<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> &lt;td style=&quot;vertical-align: top;width:50%;padding-right:10px; font-size:9pt;font-family:Helvetica;&quot;&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;mw-headline&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;div style=&quot;padding:10px 35px; background:#ffe0c7;font-size:14px;color:#1e1400;&quot;&gt;&lt;center&gt;Neutral Relations&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;<br /> <br /> :&lt;font style=&quot;color:#dba133;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt; '''[[Branna'a Ianotouta]]''' - A Miqo'te Keeper of the Moon, the First Son of House Ianotouta. The two met while Branna'a was trying to, of all things, break into the Sabotenders Company Estate, looking for his prodigal older sister upon recent developments in his own home tribe. After an initial confrontation, Chee warmed to the Keeper, and the pair fond an easy rapport of mutual empathy. It was enough for her to consider him, in her words, &quot;a friend and a sweet-heart&quot;. When Chee and J'siris were made to leave Sabotenders, Branna'a spent his spare time looking for her, and recent developments allowed the two to begin to tentatively draw closer. Sadly, it seems that Branna'a has all but vanished, leaving Chee once again alone, confused and heart-broken.<br /> <br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#93d2f6;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;●&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font style=&quot;color:#c6c6c6;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;●&lt;/font&gt; '''[[Gatoli Catoli]]''' - A Plainsfolk Lalafell. She met him at the Velvet Rose during an Open talent Show night, Chee was surprised to learn that Gatoli was a friend of Destiney's. Since then, the two met again with Gatoli now under employ as the Butler and Caretaker of the Delvanguard Estate. Flirtatious, polite and friendly, Chee would consider the lalafell a future friend in the making.<br /> <br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#93d2f6;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;●&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font style=&quot;color:#c6c6c6;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;●&lt;/font&gt; '''[[Jellal Asiha]]''' - A Miqo'te Seeker of the Sun. Chee and Jellal met in the Quicksand, and quickly the conversation turned right into that of tools, crafting, clockwork and goldsmithing. Having found kindred spirits in 'talking shop', the two decided to plan a trip to Mor Dhona together. Preparations seem to be delayed, but Chee is hopeful to see the fellow again for more talks about crafting! ...As well as adventures.<br /> <br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#93d2f6;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;●&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font style=&quot;color:#c6c6c6;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;●&lt;/font&gt; '''[[Zhilan Rothwell]]''' - A Dunesfolk Lalafell. This older woman is an investigator of oddities and a talented mage. She and Chee struck up a friendly conversation and the two women got along well. When Chee mentioned her home recent invasion, a concerned Zhilan sent her apprentice, Ehna, to help Chee lay down the groundwork for future security. Chee hopes to see Zhilan again, thank her, and even assist the Lalafell as needed.<br /> <br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#93d2f6;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;●&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font style=&quot;color:#c6c6c6;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;●&lt;/font&gt; '''[[Ehan Zhwan]]''' - A Miqo'te Keeper of the Moon. The girl is the apprentice of Zhilan Rothwell, a warrior-in-training and a fellow investigator and mage-int-training. She was the one who helped Chee lay down protective magical wards in her home. In turn, Chee offered to assist Ehna in martial training in the future.<br /> <br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#93d2f6;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;●&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font style=&quot;color:#c6c6c6;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;●&lt;/font&gt; '''[[Ryslo Suramlo]]''' - A Dunesfolk Lalafell. Eloquent, charming and friendly, Chee met Ryslo during a Starlight Ball, and the two became fast friends, happily spending the evening in each other's company. They'll meet again, Chee's pretty certain of it.<br /> <br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#93d2f6;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;●&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font style=&quot;color:#c6c6c6;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;●&lt;/font&gt; '''[[Raniall Lightstone]]''' - A Midlander Hyur. A Lieutenant of the Immortal Flames, he is always accompanied by his faithful hound, &quot;Captain Hammer&quot;. Upon Chee's pet cat having a fearful and aggressive outburst in defense of her master against Erijow, and later intervening during Erijow's break-in and attempted assault of Chee in her own home, the good Lieutenant arrived in the nick of time. He apprehended Erijow, taking her into custody and he and Chee were on cordial relations regarding the case.<br /> <br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#93d2f6;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;●&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font style=&quot;color:#c6c6c6;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;●&lt;/font&gt; '''[[Harvey Gold]]''' - A Hyur Midlander, and the fiance of one L'uth Ivywood. Chee doesn't know the fellow well, but he made a good impression thus far, granting the couple her blessing. As all good sisters-by-bond do, Chee did give him a playful warning to treat her dear friend well.<br /> <br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#93d2f6;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;●&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font style=&quot;color:#c6c6c6;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;●&lt;/font&gt; '''[[Ha'diteya Devmani]]''' - A Miqo'te Seeker of the Sun woman, and an immigrant from Thavniar. The warm, friendly woman made a good impression on Chee, and it was a surprise to find that &quot;Eya&quot; was indeed Cy'xanne's fiancee. Chee hopes to meet with her again.<br /> <br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#93d2f6;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;●&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font style=&quot;color:#c6c6c6;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;●&lt;/font&gt; '''[[Kahli D'naar]]''' - A Miqo'te Seeker of the Sun. This shy girl has spotted Chee participating in the Grindstone, and spotted her again in Ul'dah, taking the initiative to approach and basically, well, fangirl(!) over Chee's excellent performance. The two women took to each other very quickly, and Chee basically decided than and there to further befriend the other girl, as Kahli was just too dang cute.<br /> <br /> :&lt;font style=&quot;color:#93d2f6;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;●&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font style=&quot;color:#c6c6c6;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;●&lt;/font&gt; '''[[Shido Itsuka]]''' - A Miqo'te Seeker of the Sun. Limsan born and bred, the pair met in a tavern based in the Mist, and Shido commissioned Chee for a nice new armored cuirass. Shortly thereafter, the two met again in front of the Quicksand, striking up easy conversation and an easy rapport, sharing some experiences about pursuing a peaceful life versus a life of adventure, moving on to new chapters in life, as well as finding solace from pain. Chee would very much to like meet the Seeker again and be sparring buddies.<br /> <br /> :&lt;font style=&quot;color:#93d2f6;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;●&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font style=&quot;color:#c6c6c6;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;●&lt;/font&gt; '''[[Rhio Aldul]]''' - A Hyur Highlander woman, though she did mention off-handedly about once being a Miqo'te. Sturdy, with an air of hard-worn experience and steadiness, Chee and Rhio met at a Date Auction event, the two women being auctioned off dates. Chee was most disappointed, however, if the way the events of the evening turned out, hoping for new love or new chances, and simply hurting. Sensing the young woman's distress, Rhio took Chee out to share a drink, offering advice and much-needed compassion and perspective in the way only a another woman with similar experiences can. Chee hopes to meet Rhio again.<br /> <br /> :&lt;font style=&quot;color:#93d2f6;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;●&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font style=&quot;color:#c6c6c6;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;●&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style=&quot;color:#ffaedb&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;♥&lt;/font&gt; '''[[Cade Baneblade]]''' - A Hyur Midlander. Easy-going, charming and a flirt, they met at the Sword and Skillet one night, quite happily spending the evening flirting before spending the the night together - a pleasant experience for the both of them. She hasn't really seen him, but occasional run-ins have been friendly and good-natured.<br /> <br /> :&lt;font style=&quot;color:#93d2f6;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;●&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font style=&quot;color:#c6c6c6;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;●&lt;/font&gt; '''[[Elza Fairhan]]''' - A Miqo'te Keeper of the Moon. Following an unfortunate incident involving a stolen kiss at a Starlight Gathering, Elza initially appeared to be a romantic rival, and their first meeting as awkward at best. A chance meeting at Camp Bronze Lake, however, allowed the two women to reconcile, share stories and even begin the making of a friendship. The two women also share a similar temperament, and a mutual admiration. As such, Chee would happily call Elza a friend… However, she hadn't seen the Keeper Girl in a very long time...<br /> <br /> :&lt;font style=&quot;color:#c6c6c6;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;●&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style=&quot;color:#8a8a8a;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;●&lt;/font&gt; '''[[Ingrid Lachance]]''' – A Highlander Hyur woman, and long-time friend of Luth Ivywood. Rough, tough, boisterous, and good-natured, both Ingrid and Chee had campaigned together during raiding expeditions into the Alexander Colossus in the Dravanian Hinterlands. They have also traveled together on many occasion, usually in the company of Luth, and forged an easy bond. The two women have recently begun to get to know each other better outside of raiding expeditions and shared adventures, and get along well. A recent argument, however, has lead to the pair being strained.<br /> <br /> &lt;td style=&quot;vertical-align: top;width:50%;padding-right:10px; font-size:9pt;font-family:Helvetica;&quot;&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;mw-headline&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;div style=&quot;padding:10px 35px; background:#ffe0c7;font-size:14px;color:#1e1400;&quot;&gt;&lt;center&gt;Negative Relations&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;<br /> <br /> :&lt;font style=&quot;color:#630000;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;♠&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style=&quot;color:#575757;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;♠&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style=&quot;color:#8a8a8a;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;●&lt;/font&gt; '''[[Erijow Lanverlais]]''' - A Miqo'te Keeper of the Moon woman. The two met by chance at teh Quicksand, and soon, Erijow became very strange towards Chee - flirting with her and attempting to invade the otehr woman's space. Chee's loyal pet cat, Mercedes, began to grow violent and fear, drawing the attention of a nearby Immortal Flames officer and an off-duty Stone Torch, chasing the Erijow away. Later, Erijow, had broken into Chee's home and attempted to assault the Seeker. Only the timely intervention of Lieutenant Randiall LIghtstone, the Officer from before, had saved Chee from further harm. The event has left Chee fearful and isolated, even with Erijow (as far as she knows) safely in custody.<br /> <br /> :&lt;font style=&quot;color:#630000;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;♠&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style=&quot;color:#575757;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;♠&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style=&quot;color:#8a8a8a;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;●&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style=&quot;color:#dba133;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;✖&lt;/font&gt; '''[[Gekile Longstride]]''' - Deceased. A Midlander Hyur of whom Chee sensed was trouble. Her gut instinct was right, as the man kidnapped her friend Elza, and Chee fiercely challenged him in an attempted rescue. After a brief and closely-matched duel, Chee was injured, Gekile fled, and the rest of Elza's friends had to continue their rescue attempt without her. She hates the man, for not only wounding her pride and body, but also kidnapping a dear friend, frightening the man she loved, and tormenting a woman she had come to befriend and respect through the course of her life. New information revealed that both he and Delmina had a long, difficult and tragic history, that would only end in the loss of life. Gekile Longstride eventually met his end in a final, bloody confrontation.<br /> <br /> ==&lt;div style=&quot;padding:5px; background: #1a3153; box-shadow: inset -10px -5px 10px -1px #FFFFFF&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 25px; color: #CCCCCC; font-family: Book Antiqua;&quot;&gt;Gallery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;==<br /> <br /> &lt;table style=&quot;position:center;&quot; width=&quot;85%&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;tr&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;b&gt;Screenshots&lt;/b&gt;<br /> &lt;gallery&gt;<br /> File:CheeCutieCrafter.jpg|Cutie Crafter<br /> File:CheeRedShirt.jpg|Nice shirt...<br /> File:CheeAtHome.jpg|At home<br /> File:CheeSitting.jpg|Sitting Pretty<br /> File:CheeYouGonnaDieFace.jpg|&quot;You gonna die&quot; face<br /> File:CheePic20.jpg|People-watching<br /> File:CheeFinalCoilEnd.jpg|After an adventure<br /> File:CheePic8.jpg|Chee is a sweet woman<br /> File:CheeKitten.jpg|Chee and her cat<br /> File:BattleKitten.jpg|Her cat, Mercedes<br /> File:CheeIdyllshire.jpg|In Idyllshire<br /> File:CheePic33.jpg|Sunrise in Limsa<br /> &lt;/gallery&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;<br /> <br /> ==&lt;div style=&quot;padding:5px; background: #1a3153; box-shadow: inset -10px -5px 10px -1px #FFFFFF&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 25px; color: #CCCCCC; font-family: Book Antiqua;&quot;&gt;Misc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;==<br /> <br /> ''The following is a collection of OOC notes, trivia bits, RP Hooks and otherwise.''<br /> <br /> '''RP Hooks'''<br /> <br /> * She almost always has her ever-loyal Coeurl Kitten, Mercedes, with her. The little kitty goes where she goes most of the time, providing a source of comfort, companionship and occasional laughter.<br /> * Chee has an unusually long and very fluffy tail for a Seeker. Seriously, it’s stupidly fluffy. Think on the level of a Maine Coon or Turkish Angora cat. That level of fluffy.<br /> * Chee is a very reserved and quiet person and she tends to be a “wallflower”, even when she intends to be social.<br /> * Chee can be seen journaling or sketching. She may also be seen tinkering with something.<br /> * Due to her strong sense of justice and compassion, Chee may offer a listening ear, should one wish it.<br /> * Chee is an observant person, and she may approach upon seeing an open “hook”.<br /> * Chee is a Free Paladin, IC. She may use that in certain situations, or during battle scenes.<br /> * Chee maybe seen playing with an old coin. She likes collecting those.<br /> <br /> '''What I Will RP:'''<br /> * General RP<br /> * Character-based/Plot-Line RP: I love character-based stories and long-term plot-lines! :D<br /> * Slice-of-Life RP: Ordinary, quiet moments and slice-of-life adventures in-between the grand epic &quot;greatest tales never told&quot; RP are great! :D<br /> <br /> '''Will I Will RP, But Ask First:'''<br /> * Mature Themes. I’m open to most things, as long as you brief me via OOC tells or otherwise before, during or after a session. If anything, I welcome mature themes.<br /> * Injuries/Torture. I'm mean to my baby, and I occasionally like testing her limits. Injuries, fights/duels or torture scenes are fine, but I would before a little bit of OOC briefing, and if I feel uncomfortable, I may ask for a &quot;fade-to-black&quot;, or implications. This includes temporary imprisonment, physical, mental or emotional injuries that can be recovered from given an appropriate amount of time, etc.<br /> <br /> '''Will I Will RP, With Very Strict Boundaries - Communication is an Absolute Must!:'''<br /> * Romantic RP. Being a romantic at heart, I'm a fan of romance subplots, and love using such plots in my own works and story-telling. That being said, I' have recently come out of two failed Romantic RP plots of which everything that did go wrong, had gone wrong, and all parities involved have been hurt. I will only Romance RP if both players can agree to it OOC, if the characters &quot;click&quot;, and if both players agree to communicate, collaborate and be willing to do some light pre-planning or retcons, and negotiate if there are problems. For sake of my own sanity and mental health, I ask to please respect those boundaries.<br /> * ERP RP. Please see above for Romantic RP. As much as I do enjoy the occasional roll-in-the-hay, I reserve the right to decline or ask to 'fade-to-black' or time-skips. I will only ERP if both players can agree to it OOC, if the characters &quot;click&quot;, and if both players agree to communicate, collaborate and be willing to do some light pre-planning or retcons, and negotiate if there are problems. For sake of my own sanity and mental health, I ask to please respect those boundaries.<br /> <br /> '''What I will NOT RP:'''<br /> * Lore-breaking. The occasional bit of lore-bending is fine, as meta, characters and stories change and grow. And I adore enjoy lore-friendly theory-crafting and head canons! :D That being said, let's try to be as consistent to game-lore as possible.<br /> * Death/Disablement/Maiming of my character or another. There can be injuries or fights/duels, but I draw the line at crippling injuries, disfigurements or death, unless I specifically agree before a session that such injuries or perma-death is ok. The same standard applies for rape/sexual assault, or long-term imprisonment.<br /> <br /> '''Links:'''<br /> <br /> : [http://cheetah-smith-ffxiv.tumblr.com/ FFXIV Tumblr Blog (IC and OOC; general)]<br /> : [http://na.finalfantasyxiv.com/lodestone/character/7271482/ FFXIV Lodestone]<br /> : [http://cheetah-smith-art.tumblr.com/ Art Blog (Multi-Fandom and Original)]<br /> <br /> '''Fun Stuff and Trivia'''<br /> * Chee's real name, J'baste, was derived from the Egyptian Goddess, Bastet. (Also Bast or Ubasti). True to her character, Bastet was a protector Goddess, of whom defended the hearth, home, and women and children. In some variations of mythology, she battled Ra's mortal enemy, Apep, and lulled the Goddess of War, Sehkmet, to sleep with enchanted wine. Described as a loving &quot;most precious and sweet&quot; goddess, Bastet was also considered to be the Goddess of Music, Joy, Fertility, Love, Dance, Cats (duh), and interestingly enough, perfume. Mythology!<br /> * Chee was never meant to be an RP character, hence her very non-lore...ish name. Childhood nickname. Problem solved.<br /> * Chee's core backdrop as an adventurer and craftswoman mirrors my own PVE experiences, as does her combat abilities. She's always meant to be a neutral good, very sweet and very loving &quot;Paragon Shepard&quot; sort of character.<br /> * Chee has terrible luck in battle scenes, it seems. She just can't win a proper fight, even with excellent rolls. She has a tendency of starting off very well, but then flopping over like the fail-bug she is. Poor goober!<br /> * Associated Music: [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=riTRKDELLQk/ Blue Rose - Brunuhville], [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rdsgeULyDwM/ Newgrange - Celtic Woman], [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aDlIbgSw3OQ/ Angel of War - Brunuhville], [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vyn8gAYtNu4/ Carry Me - Eurielle], [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XLxiUVKvykI/ Rescue Me - Eurielle] Now you know.<br /> <br /> '''About the Player'''<br /> * I absolutely adore lore-friendly theory-crafting, head canons and meta about both characters, plots, general lore and besides, and I may try to incorporate such ideas into my rp sessions. That said, I will try to be as lore-friendly or lore-consistent as possible.<br /> * I've been heavily involved in the fandom communities for art and solo-writing (primarily fanfiction) for many, many years. While no stranger to character development and story-telling, I consider myself relatively inexperienced in RP in-general (1 year thus far), and I do prefer having more ooc briefing or communication. I tend to see RP as two (or more!) co-authors writing a story, more than anything else, so please bear with me as I continue to navigate the wild-west story-telling that is RP.<br /> * I am terribly shy, as well as a curmudgeon when it comes to RP. I'm slow to trust people, and as much as I do enjoy RP, I must insist on strict boundaries. If you're not certain, please ask me. I'm also terrified of asking people, so ''please'' let me know it's okay to ask you for RP, and ''please'' feel free to ask me! I also prefer being able to schedule set times and dates, setting, etc. for RP sessions, give or take schedules.<br /> <br /> '''Credits'''<br /> <br /> : ''Templates used to create this profile come from [[Deirdre Ta'ea]], [[T'shina Vashka]], and [[Rihxo Matoi]]. Relationship color keys are derived from [[D'lyhhia Lhuil]] and [[Lucile Townsend]]. All credit goes to them! :D''<br /> <br /> [[category:Player Character]]</div>

B'habra https://wiki.ffxiv-roleplayers.com/index.php?title=Chee_Smith&diff=247632 2017-05-25T16:57:32Z

<p>B'habra: /* Rumors */</p> <hr /> <div>''((Note: This profile is a perpetual work-in-progress, and some information may be added, edited, ret-conned or otherwise as time goes on and as I further develop my girl here. Any formatting changes or new images is also a given.))''<br /> <br /> {{Infobox-character<br /> | name = Chee Smith<br /> | image = CheePortrait.jpg<br /> | imagewidth = <br /> | caption = ''' &quot;Such is the way of things…&quot; '''<br /> | title =<br /> | gender = Female<br /> | citizenship = Ul'dah<br /> | race = Miqo'te<br /> | clan = Seeker of the Sun<br /> | stat_1 = Guardian<br /> | stat_1_value = [[Azeyma, the Warden]]<br /> | stat_2 = Age<br /> | stat_2_value = 23<br /> | stat_3 = Origin<br /> | stat_3_value = Sagoli Desert<br /> | stat_4 = Tribe<br /> | stat_4_value = Offshoot of Jackal<br /> | stat_5 = Birth Name<br /> | stat_5_value = J'baste Ava<br /> | stat_6 = Occupation<br /> | stat_6_value = Adventurer, Craftswoman, Self-Proclaimed Kitten-Wrangler<br /> }} <br /> <br /> <br /> ==&lt;div style=&quot;padding:5px; background: #1a3153; box-shadow: inset -10px -5px 10px -1px #FFFFFF&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 25px; color: #CCCCCC; font-family: Book Antiqua;&quot;&gt;General Information&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;==<br /> <br /> : Born as '''J'baste Ava''' on the 13th Day of the 4th Astral Moon, '''Chee''' is a Miqo'te Seeker of the Sun woman. She grew up happy and well-adjusted in an off-shoot of Tribe Jackal as the youngest of four half-siblings, before setting out on her own to Ul'dah with nothing but the clothes on her back, a short sword at her side, and a new name. Upon leaving home, Chee has since then become one of the many Adventurers in Eorzea, as well as a skilled craftswoman by trade.<br /> <br /> : Chee is a sweet woman, appearing to be either very shy or very aloof, and is often seen in the company of her beloved cat, Mercedes. She can usually be seen in Ul'dah, having an affinity for the city. She is also frequently seen in the Dravanian Highlands, and The Goblet. She is occasionally seen in Limsa Lominsa, The Mist and Ishgard. She is rarely seen in Gridania and The Lavender Beds.<br /> <br /> : Chee currently resides in the Goblet, Ward 12, Plot 51, and is currently affiliated with the Fera Intus Free Company.<br /> <br /> ==&lt;div style=&quot;padding:5px; background: #1a3153; box-shadow: inset -10px -5px 10px -1px #FFFFFF&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 25px; color: #CCCCCC; font-family: Book Antiqua;&quot;&gt;Appearance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;==<br /> <br /> [[File:CheePic3.jpg|400px|frameless|left]]<br /> <br /> :'''Height:''' 5 Fulm, 1 Ilm - Chee is an average height for a Miqote woman, neither too tall or too short. She is considered petite to the other races.<br /> <br /> :'''Weight:''' Approximately 117 Ponz - Most of Chee's weight comes from a toned, athletic build, or soft curves.<br /> <br /> :'''Body:''' Chee is petite with a toned athletic build. She possess dexterous hands and strong legs. Her curves, breasts and hips are soft and full. She has faded scars up and down her right arm, criss-crossing her thighs, and there is an old, faded gash below the left side of her ribs. There is a trio of slash marks on her back, from a mutated coeurl's attack, There is a recent scar from the top of her right shoulder, going across her collarbone, above her breasts, as well as a gunshot on her left hand. Her most noticeable feature is, however, her very long and unusually fluffy tail. The tail is very expressive, having plush, silky fur, and often appears to have a mind of its own. The tail will betray her mood, and is often a source of entertainment for naughty children.<br /> <br /> :'''Complexion:''' Fairly atypical tanned skin for a Seeker, made more so by time spent out in the sun or on adventures. Her skin-tone is considered fair by Seeker standards.<br /> <br /> :'''Face:''' Round with a softly-tapered chin and full lips. She has dark blue tribal tattoos on her cheek bones and dark brown facial markings on her forehead. Her brows are thick, and there are faded scars across her cheeks and the bridge of her nose. Her eyes are a vibrant mid-tone blue, and have been commented on to be quite striking, as well as having a certain kindness to them. Interested men have commented, however, on her lips, to a point by which flusters her.<br /> <br /> :'''Hair:''' Brunette with dark blonde streaks, her hair was long and tousled, often falling over one shoulder and messy bangs covering parts of her face. Now cut short.<br /> <br /> :'''Fashion:''' When not clad in armored plate and chain mail, Chee is often seen wearing verifying hues of blues, reds or blacks. She prefers cloth or leather over anything else, and it's not unusual to see her dressed in a way that flatters her figure. She prefers simple gold jewelry over anything flashy, and she is at her most self-conscious in &quot;flimsy mage's robes&quot;, or scantily-clad. She prefers attire that's more modest.<br /> <br /> ==&lt;div style=&quot;padding:5px; background: #1a3153; box-shadow: inset -10px -5px 10px -1px #FFFFFF&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 25px; color: #CCCCCC; font-family: Book Antiqua;&quot;&gt;Personality&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;==<br /> <br /> : Introverted and reserved, Chee is a quiet woman, often preferring to keep to herself. This can give one of two impressions to an outsider: a very shy or very aloof woman. While she can be friendly, it takes her some time to open up to another person. She tends to fall into old “shrinking violet” habits during social events, or near people she doesn’t know. She is soft-spoken, with a proper, almost formal speaking pattern, often choosing her words carefully.<br /> <br /> : Chee is a very warm, loving and loyal individual. There is an intelligence as well as a gentleness from her, and a wry sense of humor. However, her confidence is mixed at best. She often doubts herself to the point of self-degradation, and puts the needs of others above her own, leading to exhaustion, depression or anxiety. She constantly wonders if she's &quot;good enough&quot; for anyone or anything.<br /> <br /> : Chee has a sharply defined sense of justice, as well as a deeply-held personal creed: that all have the right to lay claim to lives as their own. Justice-oriented, she is observant and compassionate, having barely any judgment for others, and trusts deeply. Another personal creed of hers is acceptance: “Such is the way of things”. She can be accepting of things that have occurred, things as they are now, and things that are yet to come.<br /> <br /> : Chee can often remember details or traits about another person, and will try to bring out the best in someone if they were so inclined. It is these traits by which others are drawn to her… That, or maybe it's the cute little kitty that follows her everywhere.<br /> <br /> : Chee deeply reveres Azeyma the Warden, having a strong sense of faith and trust in the Goddess. As such, she frequently invokes the Warden in prayer, passing or even simply as a blessing for a stranger, friend or loved one.<br /> <br /> : Recent events and heart-breaks, however, have led this once gentle, open and loving woman to be embittered and closed-off, with a loss of her faith in the Warden. If it is possible for her to heal, it cannot be said.<br /> <br /> &lt;center&gt;&lt;table style=&quot;position:center;&quot; width=&quot;100%&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;tr&gt;<br /> &lt;td style=&quot;vertical-align: top;font-size:9pt;font-family:Helvetica;&quot;&gt;&lt;h3&gt;<br /> &lt;div style=&quot;padding:10px 35px;background: #ffe0c7; font-size:14px;color:#1a3153;&quot;&gt;&lt;center&gt;'''Talents'''&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#333355;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; Proficient &quot;jack-of-all-trades, master-of-none&quot; Craftswoman<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#333355;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; Observant/Empathetic of Others<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#333355;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; Highly Skilled with Spears<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#333355;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; Highly Skilled with Swords and Shields<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#333355;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; Skilled Hobbyist Artist<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#333355;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; Most excellent kitten-wrangler<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#333355;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; Atheletic<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#333355;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; Literate<br /> <br /> &lt;td style=&quot;vertical-align: top;font-size:9pt;font-family:Helvetica;&quot;&gt;&lt;h3&gt;<br /> &lt;div style=&quot;padding:10px 35px;background: #ffe0c7;font-size:14px;color:#1a3153;&quot;&gt;&lt;center&gt;'''Hobbies'''&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#333355;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; Tinkering/Crafting<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#333355;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; Sketching<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#333355;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; Journaling<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#333355;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; Caring for Stray Cats<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#333355;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; Reading<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#333355;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; Games of Strategy/Chance<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#333355;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; Collecting Interesting or Shiny Trinkets<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#333355;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; Old Coins<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#333355;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; People-watching<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#333355;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; Growing Flowers <br /> <br /> &lt;td style=&quot;vertical-align: top;font-size:9pt;font-family:Helvetica;&quot;&gt;&lt;h3&gt;<br /> &lt;div style=&quot;padding:10px 35px;background: #ffe0c7;font-size:14px;color:#1a3153;&quot;&gt;&lt;center&gt;'''Likes'''&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#334466;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; Cats <br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#334466;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; Coeurls<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#334466;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; Interesting/Shiny Trinkets<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#334466;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; Books of Poetry/History<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#334466;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; Old Relics/Artifacts<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#334466;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; Wildflowers<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#334466;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; Triple Triad<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#334466;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; Artists/Craftsman's Tools<br /> <br /> &lt;td style=&quot;vertical-align: top;font-size:9pt;font-family:Helvetica;&quot;&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;mw-headline&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;div style=&quot;padding:10px 35px; background: #ffe0c7;font-size:14px;color:#1a3153;&quot;&gt;&lt;center&gt;'''Dislikes'''&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#335577;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; Cold Weather<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#335577;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; Injustice/Cruelty<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#335577;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; Abusive/Controlling Men<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#335577;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; Unfaithful Men<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#335577;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; Slavers/Criminals<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#335577;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; Lalafells<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#335577;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; Bratty Children pulling her tail<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#335577;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; &quot;Flimsy Mage's Robes&quot;<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#335577;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; Dark Knights<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#335577;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; The Echo<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#335577;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; Herself<br /> <br /> &lt;td style=&quot;vertical-align: top;font-size:9pt;font-family:Helvetica;&quot;&gt;&lt;h3&gt;<br /> &lt;div style=&quot;padding:10px 35px;background: #ffe0c7;font-size:14px;color:#1a3153;&quot;&gt;&lt;center&gt;'''Strengths'''&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#336688;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; Compassionate<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#336688;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; Loyal<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#336688;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; Justice-Oriented<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#336688;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; Empathetic<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#336688;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; Strong-Willed<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#336688;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; Wry Sense of Humor<br /> <br /> &lt;td style=&quot;vertical-align: top;font-size:9pt;font-family:Helvetica;&quot;&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;mw-headline&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;div style=&quot;padding:10px 35px; background: #ffe0c7;font-size:14px;color:#1a3153;&quot;&gt;&lt;center&gt;'''Flaws'''&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#337799;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; Vengeful<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#337799;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; A Romantic<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#337799;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; Spacey<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#337799;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; Distrustful of Lalafells<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#337799;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; Low Confidence; suffers from depression and anxiety<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#337799;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; Shy<br /> <br /> &lt;td style=&quot;vertical-align: top;font-size:9pt;font-family:Helvetica;&quot;&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;mw-headline&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;div style=&quot;padding:10px 35px; background: #ffe0c7;font-size:14px;color:#1a3153;&quot;&gt;&lt;center&gt;'''Quirks'''&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#337799;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; Her tail betrays her mood<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#337799;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; Tendency to bite her lip<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#337799;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; Tendency to &quot;curl&quot; against herself<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#337799;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; Ears will twitch when emoting, interested, or otherwise<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#337799;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; Easily tongue-tied and may stumble over her words<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#337799;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; Often invokes Azeyma, the Warden in prayer or in passing<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#337799;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; She's a cuddle-bug<br /> <br /> &lt;td style=&quot;vertical-align: top;font-size:9pt;font-family:Helvetica;&quot;&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;mw-headline&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;div style=&quot;padding:10px 35px; background: #ffe0c7;font-size:14px;color:#1a3153;&quot;&gt;&lt;center&gt;'''Fears'''&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#337799;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; Being Hurt/Betrayed<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#337799;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; Loss of Loved Ones<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#337799;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; Failure/Failing Loved Ones<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#337799;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; Loss of her Faith<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#337799;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; Loss of her Strength/Independence<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#337799;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; Not being good enough/ adequate enough for a given task or another person<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#337799;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; Abandonment<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#337799;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; Dark Knights<br /> <br /> &lt;td style=&quot;vertical-align: top;font-size:9pt;font-family:Helvetica;&quot;&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;mw-headline&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;div style=&quot;padding:10px 35px; background: #ffe0c7;font-size:14px;color:#1a3153;&quot;&gt;&lt;center&gt;'''Other'''&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#3388AA;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; Alignment: Neutral Good<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#3388AA;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; Favorite Food: Black Truffle Risotto<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#3388AA;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; Favorite Drink: Tea, Rolanberry Cordials<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#3388AA;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; Favorite Color: Rhotano Blue<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#3388AA;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; Favorite Scent: Jasmine<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#3388AA;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; Favorite Place: Her Reading Nook<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#3388AA;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; Favorite Vices: Whiskey, Stray Cats<br /> <br /> &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;<br /> <br /> ==&lt;div style=&quot;padding:5px; background: #1a3153; box-shadow: inset -10px -5px 10px -1px #FFFFFF&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 25px; color: #CCCCCC; font-family: Book Antiqua;&quot;&gt;Abilities and Skills&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;==<br /> <br /> [[File:CheePic9.jpg|300px||frameless|left]]<br /> <br /> : In combat, Chee prefers clean, precise strikes with a lot of power behind them, as opposed to being a flurry of motion and aggression. This is especially apparent when she is wielding a spear, being very defensive and very precise in combat. She prefers being at the front-lines in battle, using her agility and skill to put in a lot of force behind her blows. Chee is often seen carrying an old, shining blue spear, elegant and deadly. The weapon itself is more akin to a relic than anything else, and rarely leaves Chee's side. The weapon serves as something of a security blanket for her, and she is most comfortable wielding it, being at her most deadly with a spear in her hands.<br /> <br /> : Chee occasionally takes arms as a Free Paladin, and this where she is most trained, as well as being most aggressive. As a Paladin, just like wielding a spear, Chee prefers precise, powerful blows. However, she is aggressive and almost reckless with a sword and shield in hand, using her strength and training to become a commanding presence, and she is often wild: breaking bones, goring slashes, and battering foes with her shield.<br /> <br /> : Chee has recently resumed training with Great Swords, as well as the Dark Arts, yet at great danger to herself, body, mind and soul.<br /> <br /> : Chee has only recently taken on the study of magic, particularly Arcanima and the arts of Summoning. She's… average, at best, and ultimately prefers a spear or a sword as opposed to a grimoire. She's dabbled in other forms of magic, such as Conjury and Thaumaturgey, with little other success. <br /> <br /> : Chee is a proficient, &quot;jack-of-all-trades, master-of-none&quot; craftswoman, though she has an interest and specialty in goldsmithing. This is mainly due to her own fondness for interesting and shiny trinkets. In addition, she also is a &quot;jack-of-all-trades, master-of-none&quot; Disciple of the Land, more aligned towards mining and botany. Fishing is terribly boring for her, and she often falls asleep while doing so.<br /> <br /> ==&lt;div style=&quot;padding:5px; background: #1a3153; box-shadow: inset -10px -5px 10px -1px #FFFFFF&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 25px; color: #CCCCCC; font-family: Book Antiqua;&quot;&gt;History/Background&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;==<br /> <br /> ===&lt;div style=&quot;padding:10px 15px; background:#ffe0c7;font-size:14px;color:#1e1400;&quot;&gt;Pre-Calamity&lt;/div&gt;===<br /> &lt;table style=&quot;position:center;&quot; width=&quot;85%&quot;&gt;<br /> <br /> : '''Early Life'''<br /> : Chee was born as J'baste Ava in the Sagoli Desert on the 13th Sun of the 4th Astral Moon, to a smaller off-shoot tribe of Tribe Jackal. This tribe was a more peaceful tribe, more akin to a loosely-connected network of small villages and settlements, and was populated mainly by artisans and Disciples of the Hand and Disciples of the Land. Art, crafting, trade, scholarly pursuits and other such trades were commonly practiced and encouraged. This tribe made their vocations by trading hand-crafted goods to traveling merchants or other Seeker tribes in the Sagoli, some of which traveling all the way to Ul'dah.<br /> <br /> : J'baste's early life was a peaceful one. She had a happy childhood, growing up well-adjusted and loved to a Seeker Nunh and a Keeper Mother, as well as three older half-brothers. One day, a Roegadyn Sea Wolf woman appeared from the desert – Reisz. An old adventuring friend of her father's, J'baste immediately took to the Roegadyn, hero-worshipping and idolizing her. In turn, Reisz was charmed by and befriended the girl, serving as life-long friend and mentor. Reisz encouraged J'baste's curiosity and dreams of becoming an adventurer, forging her own path and seeing the world for what it was.<br /> <br /> : '''Dalamud's Fall: The Calamity'''<br /> : J'baste's peaceful life continued well into her teens, taking on a keener interest in travel and adventuring, much to her father's dismay. In a well-intentioned effort to protect his daughter, her father demanded that J'baste stay home in the tribe, and take on a trade as a craftswoman. While she did indeed have an interest and talent for crafting, J'baste wanted to do so on her own terms. As such, she frequently clashed with her family, developing an anxiety and depression: would she ever be good enough? During this time, Reisz was killed in an accident, and J'baste then decided to become an adventurer, as a way to honor her late mentor.<br /> <br /> : One night, during a fierce argument, J'baste was disowned by her father and brothers, and ran away from home. Shortly thereafter, Dalamud fell, and the Calamity struck. While blessedly surviving the chaos and destruction, there were many scars, and she found herself on a waking up in a merchant's cart, bound for escape.<br /> <br /> : '''Interim'''<br /> : Immediately following the Calamity, J'baste, now a nameless transient spent the next five years wandering aimlessly across the realm. It was here she learned to be accepting of others, as well as the fate granted to her, and of a possibility of being increasingly lonely. Her family and home was assumed dead and destroyed, or otherwise estranged. It was during this time J'baste's depression, anxiety and her acceptance of being increasingly alone further developed.<br /> <br /> ===&lt;div style=&quot;padding:10px 15px; background:#ffe0c7;font-size:14px;color:#1e1400;&quot;&gt;Post Calamity/Recent History&lt;/div&gt;===<br /> &lt;table style=&quot;position:center;&quot; width=&quot;95%&quot;&gt;<br /> <br /> : '''A Realm Reborn'''<br /> : At the age of 21, J'baste, now taking on the name of Chee, came to Ul'dah with little more than the clothes on her back and an old short sword at her side. From there, she trained for a time at the Gladiator's Guild, quickly rising through the ranks as a Free Paladin. It was during this time that she discovered she had the rare gift and curse of the Echo. Stubbornly refusing the call, Chee went on to take the study and mastery of becoming a craftswoman and adventurer. She eventually took up arms with the spear instead, finding the art of the Lancer much more to her liking. Over time, Chee made a comfortable life for herself as both an adventurer and craftswoman, and was content. During this time, she met and fell into the deep friendship and close company of a Hyur Midlander named Arthur Dragmire and an Elezen Wildwood named Destiney Delvanguard. The trio became close friends and the surrogate family Chee craved, traveling and sharing many adventures together. They styled themselves as &quot;The Outsiders&quot;.<br /> <br /> : Following the exile of the fabled Warrior of Light, the disappearance of the Scions and the assassination of the Sultana at the hands of the Syndicate, Chee found herself part of various raiding expedition parities, undergoing dangerous raids and missions into the heart of ancient Allagan ruins.<br /> <br /> : '''Heavensward'''<br /> : Great change has come. Ishgard opened its gates to Adventurers, and Chee was one of the first to make the pilgrimage into the Holy See, as well as travel deep into Dravania. Once more, she found herself going into raiding expeditions, becoming increasingly isolated, alienated and exhausted. During this time, the Warrior of Light was redeemed, Ul'dah made strong once again, and Ishgard joined the Eorzean Alliance, vowing an end to the Dragonsong War.<br /> <br /> : '''As Goes Light, So Goes Darkness'''<br /> : With Ishgard and the rest of the Eorzean alliance undergoing a great change, Chee continues her trade as a craftswoman and her travels as an adventurer. Much to her joy, she found love in the form of a Keeper male named Lofen Melocuil. Chee had made a happy life for herself, and can now share in it with a man she fell deeply in love with. All seemed well.<br /> <br /> : As of recently, however, the young woman is having dreams of a strange being trapped in Allagan Technology: the First of the Warring Triad. She, like many other raiding parties in Dravania, once more feel the pull of the Echo. In an attempt to protect the man she loved, Chee tried to end things with Lofen. However, his faith and love for her, as well as the advice of her dear friend Luth convinced Chee otherwise, and the couple vowed once more to stay together, come what may.<br /> <br /> : '''Gears of Change'''<br /> : ''Sequence of events below...''<br /> &lt;spoiler&gt;: While the fabled Warrior of Light and the new Leadership of Ishgard attempted to broker peace with dragonkind, Chee had been busy, enjoying her peaceful life and the love and companionship of Lofen Melocuil. The pair had made the decision to move in together, taking on a new phase of their relationship, and building a life together. Chee was the happiest she had ever known then. This was the man she could easily see herself spending the rest of her life with, and Lofen could heal from his old scars. The pair began to see themselves as possibly being Bonded. Life was good.<br /> <br /> : A storm was coming. Chee's friend Elza was kidnapped by a Hyur Midlander named Gekile Longstride. Chee was the first to answer the call for help. While she fought valiantly, she was injured and could no longer give chase, calling for her friends Luth Ivywood and the Crimson Knight to assist a woman named Delmina Andurin and her allies in the rescue. Over time, Delmina revealed long the complicated history between herself and Gekile. Gekile's very presence shook Chee to her core, forcing her to recover from her injuries and allow for Lofen to fight in her stead, in his own way. Upon recovery, Chee then enlisted the aid of her friend Arthyr Caden, a Miqo'te Seeker of the Sun with a long, checkered past. The two became close friends. In the final, bloody confrontation with Gekile Longstride, Arthyr took the killing blow, and Delmina burned the corpse. The trio gave pause to the man who was so warped by his pain and bitterness, but were relieved to finally be able to return to a peaceful life.<br /> <br /> : Lofen had the idea of training as a Dark Knight. While both he and Chee had initial success, he raged. Upon breaking out of his rage, Lofen, in horror, decided to stop his training. During this time, Chee and Arthyr continued their deepening friendship, and she witnessed first hand his own journey into the Dark. Arthyr had confessed his love for Chee, and expressed a desire to be her lover. The friendship was strained when she turned him down, and only the arrival of a threat on Arthyr's life allowed the two to reconcile. Chee's warning was for naught, and Arthyr Caden was dead.<br /> <br /> : The ultimate betrayal; Lofen revealed he had slept with Delmina Andurin during the Gekile Incident, as well as a woman named Shin Nelhah. While initially trying repair their bond, with Lofen doing much soul-searching, focusing on his work and reconnecting with old friends, Chee turned inward, increasingly isolated, confused and hurt. All of her repressed hurt, anger, pain, sorrow, as well as her self-loathing, guilt and fear manifested as a Dark Knight's soul stone, and Chee went into the Dark, blacking out. When she came to, she had realized she raged, attacking Lofen and an innocent girl he was trying to help. The pair realized there was more beneath the surface, and one heated evening, Chee unleashed all of her fury, her sorrow, her hurt and rage at his betrayal of everything they had built.<br /> <br /> : Their bond strained, Chee and Lofen decided to take the time to mutually heal, with Lofen taking the time to improve himself as a man and an investigator, and Chee headed home to the Sagoli Desert to her home tribe. The hope was that both Chee and Lofen could become better and stronger individuals as well as a couple once more. Tragically, an attempt on Lofen's life caused him significant injury while Chee was preparing for travel, and he broke up with her. Upon finding out in a final letter, she angrily cut all ties with the friend she once trusted – a revived Arthyr Caden in the form of an Au Ra named Elpeaux Reaufond.<br /> <br /> : The return of Delmina Andurin led to the manifestation of a new soul stone: Dragoon. With three soul stones in her possession, the anguish she bore, and feeling the call of the Echo once more, Chee went back home to her home tribe, remaining in hiding.&lt;/spoiler&gt;<br /> <br /> : '''Revenge of the Horde'''<br /> : Ishgard calls for aid: the Warrior of Light, aided by the remaining Scions of the Seventh Dawn and the Leadership of the Holy See seek to finally end the Dragonsong War through the demise of Nidhogg. Chee was compelled to answer the call, returning to Ishgard and lending her skill in the final battle against the horde, laying witness to and participating in the fall of Nidhogg, and the final chorus of a millenia-long war.<br /> <br /> : Since then, Chee has returned to Ul'dah, obtaining a new home in the Goblet and settling back into a peaceful – if painfully lonely – new life. Chee is at a cross-roads, her body, mind, heart and soul worn, weary and bearing the heavy burden of too many hurts. The three soul stones of Paladin, Dark Knight and Dragoon in her possession and the mystery they provide have yet to be solved, and the more than once has she considered suicide. Chee is no longer the valiant and gentle woman she once was, a broken shadow of herself.<br /> <br /> : With even long-time and dearest friends going their separate ways, Chee continued to isolate herself, dedicating her time and her efforts to the perfection of her tinkering and her projects. Pale comfort to the emotional turmoil she felt. The soulstones remained dormant, and their mysteries, unanswered and largely forgotten. Enter her older half-brother, J'siris. His constant presence helped to soothe her, and even encourage to try to reach out once more, with limited success. Eventually, Chee stumbled into a short-lived romance with a J'tehn Tia. Having shared similar experience in love and loss, the pair cautiously move forward. Unfortunately, they did not last as a pair.<br /> <br /> : '''Soul Surrender'''<br /> : Alexander, the Warring Triad, stirrings within the shadows threatening the very sanctity of Eorzea itself... But those are struggles best reserved for the Warrior of Light. For Chee and her brother, there's a new chapter in their lives, new adventures to look forward to, new friends to meet and old friends to reconnect with, new places to get lost to, and very bemused pet cats to annoy, and hurts finally beginning to heal, however slowly.<br /> <br /> : As it stands, however, Chee continues to withdraw, further succumbing to her depression, loneliness and bitter anger. A Keeper named Branna'a appeared to her, confessing his love and affection, before disappearing outright and breaking her heart, forever turning Chee away from the idea of ever finding love. An intruder invaded her home, attempting to assault her and violating her very sense of safety. Delmina had returned, taunting her and re-opening old scars, and seeing both Lofen and J'tehn in the presence of other women, happier without her... Chee is a dead woman walking: one more heartbreak, and she'll likely perish of despair.<br /> <br /> : '''The Far Edge of Fate (Present Day)'''<br /> : The Ala Mhigan Resistance has started a new war with the Garlean Empire, throwing the Realm into chaos. As the Eorzean Alliance scrambles to regain their sense of control, and the Warrior of Light and their Scions facing heavy loses. Chee herself is left with two paths to take: the slow walk back to salvation, or into oblivion. Even her loyal brother J'siris is at a loss, increasingly distant. For now, the mystery regarding a pair of two crystals recovered from Nymian Ruins has garnered her attention, and once again, the soul stones in her possession begin to awaken.<br /> <br /> : It remains to be seen on what will occur for Chee in the given future...<br /> <br /> ==&lt;div style=&quot;padding:5px; background: #1a3153; box-shadow: inset -10px -5px 10px -1px #FFFFFF&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 25px; color: #CCCCCC; font-family: Book Antiqua;&quot;&gt;Rumors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;==<br /> <br /> &lt;table style=&quot;position:center;&quot; width=&quot;100%&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;tr&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;b&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;padding:10px 25px; background:#c2d5cb;&quot;&gt;Common Rumors ''(Easily overheard)''&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#c2d5cb;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; &quot;Eh? Ye mean tha' quiet one with the cat? Aye, I've seen 'er. Didn't say much.&quot; - '''Quicksand Tavern Dweller'''<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#c2d5cb;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; &quot;Oh! That little cat of hers is absolutely darling!&quot; - '''Gossipy Lalafell Woman'''<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#c2d5cb;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; &quot;The fuzzy-tailed one with the cat? I think it's the tail the cat likes.&quot; - '''Gruff Ala Mighan Refugee'''<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#c2d5cb;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; &quot;The pretty miss has the longest, fluffiest tail I've ever seen! Sometimes she lets me brush it! The others just like pulling on it…&quot; - '''Ul'dahn Orphan'''<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#c2d5cb;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; &quot;Right quiet one, she is. I've seen her keep mainly to herself, sketching or writing something in some journal.&quot; - '''Curious Roegadyn Gentleman'''<br /> <br /> &lt;b&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;padding:10px 25px; background:#c3c1bd;&quot;&gt;Moderate Rumors ''(Moderately difficult to overhear)''&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#c3c1bd;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; &quot;I've seen her more with a crafter's toolkit, than any sort of arms and armor. Sets up just about anywhere.&quot; - '''Gridanian Woodwailer'''<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#c3c1bd;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; &quot;All she says was she started out at the Gladiator's Guild. Some Midlander Free Paladin took an interest in her. Dragmire… I think?&quot; - '''Coliseum Gladiator'''<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#c3c1bd;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; &quot;An 'venturer you say? Hardly! I've seen 'er in the markets, 'nother one o' those craftfolk. Me thinks she prefers that over 'venturing'.&quot; - '''Limsan Lominsan Barwench'''<br /> <br /> &lt;b&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;padding:10px 25px; background:#c4b5bb;&quot;&gt;Rare Rumors ''(Very difficult or rarely overheard)''&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#c4b5bb;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; &quot;Once heard her prayin' to the Warden, something about some 'echo' or some such. Sounded right scared.&quot; - '''Ul'dahn Courtesan'''<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#c4b5bb;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; &quot;She's got them eyes, all bright blue an' such. She looks at you like you're something' good. Dunno what it is.&quot; - '''Lominsan Yellow Jacket'''<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#c4b5bb;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; &quot;Her? Oh, I used to see her in the company of some male Keeper, then some other Seeker Tia. ...She looks broken now... What ''have'' they done to break her?&quot; - '''Previously Envious, Now Worried Seeker Tia'''<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#c4b5bb;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; &quot;Ah, yes! I've often seen her in the company of an Elezen Scholar and a Midlander Paladin. Peas in a pod, those three.&quot; - '''Momodi, Proprietor of the Quicksand'''<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#c4b5bb;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; &quot;J'baste. J'baste Ava is her true name, and she is our most precious one. But she doesn't give her name to just anyone...&quot; - '''Ava Burwani, her Mother'''<br /> <br /> &lt;b&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;padding:10px 25px; background:#c0a2b0;&quot;&gt;PC Rumors ''(Rumors written by other Player Characters. Feel free to add your own!)''&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#c0a2b0;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; &quot;You mean my baby sister...? She's been hurt one too many times; I'm here for her now. ''Hurt'' her, and ''answer'' to me...&quot; - '''[[J'siris Tia]]'''<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#c0a2b0;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; &quot;Insert Rumor Here&quot; - '''Character Name'''<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#c0a2b0;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; &quot;Insert Rumor Here&quot; - '''Character Name'''<br /> <br /> &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;<br /> <br /> ==&lt;div style=&quot;padding:5px; background: #1a3153; box-shadow: inset -10px -5px 10px -1px #FFFFFF&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 25px; color: #CCCCCC; font-family: Book Antiqua;&quot;&gt;Relationships&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;==<br /> <br /> &lt;table style=&quot;position:center;&quot; width=&quot;100%&quot;&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;center&gt;<br /> :''Please note: The following is a listing of PC Characters of whom Chee knows or otherwise has an RP relationship with of some kind. Her relationship with the character IC maybe completely different than being OOC, and the listing is ever-changing over time. If you would like to be added, feel free to let me know in-game or over RPC. :D''&lt;br&gt;<br /> <br /> {| class=&quot;mw-collapsible mw-collapsed wikitable&quot; width=&quot;100%&quot; border=&quot;0&quot;<br /> ! &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia;&quot;&gt;&lt;font style=&quot;color:#000000;&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;'''Color Key'''&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> |- <br /> | <br /> :&lt;font style=&quot;color:#b72a78;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;♥&lt;/font&gt; &lt;sub&gt;&lt;b&gt;In A Relationship:&lt;/b&gt; Chee/J'baste is romantically involved with this character.&lt;/sub&gt;<br /> :&lt;font style=&quot;color:#FA70BC;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;♥&lt;/font&gt; &lt;sub&gt;&lt;b&gt;Romantic Attraction:&lt;/b&gt; Chee/J'baste is romantically interested in this character.&lt;/sub&gt;<br /> :&lt;font style=&quot;color:#ffaedb&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;♥&lt;/font&gt; &lt;sub&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sexual Attraction&lt;/b&gt; Chee/J'baste is physically interested in this character.&lt;/sub&gt;<br /> <br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#54b5eb;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;♥&lt;/font&gt; &lt;sub&gt;&lt;b&gt;Platonic Love/Family:&lt;/b&gt; Chee/J'baste considers this person family.&lt;/sub&gt;<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#54b5eb;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;♦&lt;/font&gt; &lt;sub&gt;&lt;b&gt;Friend:&lt;/b&gt; Chee/J'baste considers this person her friend.&lt;/sub&gt;<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#93d2f6;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;♦&lt;/font&gt; &lt;sub&gt;&lt;b&gt;Friendly Acquaintance:&lt;/b&gt; Chee/J'baste considers this person mostly friendly, or as an ally.&lt;/sub&gt;<br /> <br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#93d2f6;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;●&lt;/font&gt; &lt;sub&gt;&lt;b&gt;Good Standing:&lt;/b&gt; Chee/J'baste has no specific feelings about this character, however they left a good impression.&lt;/sub&gt;<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#c6c6c6;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;●&lt;/font&gt; &lt;sub&gt;&lt;b&gt;Neutral:&lt;/b&gt; Chee/J'baste has no specific feelings about this character.&lt;/sub&gt;<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#8a8a8a;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;●&lt;/font&gt; &lt;sub&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bad Standing:&lt;/b&gt; Chee/J'baste has no specific feelings about this character, however they left a bad impression.&lt;/sub&gt;<br /> <br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#8a8a8a;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;♠&lt;/font&gt; &lt;sub&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dislike:&lt;/b&gt; Chee/J'baste doesn't consider this person a friend, and will talk if needed, but try to avoid them.&lt;/sub&gt;<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#575757;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;♠&lt;/font&gt; &lt;sub&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hate:&lt;/b&gt; Chee/J'baste hates this person, and will try to avoid them. Conflict can happen.&lt;/sub&gt;<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#000000;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;♠&lt;/font&gt; &lt;sub&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fear:&lt;/b&gt; Chee/J'baste is terrified by this character, and will try to avoid them at all cost.&lt;/sub&gt;<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#630000;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;♠&lt;/font&gt; &lt;sub&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rivalry:&lt;/b&gt; Chee/J'baste considers this person a rival, and will try to initiate conflict every time she gets to meet them.&lt;/sub&gt;<br /> <br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#dba133;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;♥&lt;/font&gt; &lt;sub&gt;&lt;b&gt;Family Member:&lt;/b&gt; This character is related by blood to Chee/J'baste.&lt;/sub&gt;<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#dba133;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;✔&lt;/font&gt; &lt;sub&gt;&lt;b&gt;Business:&lt;/b&gt; This character is either Chee/J'baste's employer, employee, coworker, or other business relation.&lt;/sub&gt;<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#dba133;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;✖&lt;/font&gt; &lt;sub&gt;&lt;b&gt;Deceased:&lt;/b&gt; This character has passed away.&lt;/sub&gt;<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#dba133;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;sub&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hidden Feelings/Unknown:&lt;/b&gt; This character has one of all the color keys above, but Chee/J'baste isn't fully aware of it yet.&lt;/sub&gt;<br /> &lt;/div&gt;<br /> |}&lt;/center&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;td style=&quot;vertical-align: top;width:50%;padding-right:10px; font-size:9pt;font-family:Helvetica;&quot;&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;mw-headline&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;div style=&quot;padding:10px 35px; background:#ffe0c7;font-size:14px;color:#1e1400;&quot;&gt;&lt;center&gt;Family Relations&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;<br /> &lt;div style=&quot;border:0px solid; padding:8px;&quot;&gt;<br /> <br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#dba133;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;♥&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font style=&quot;color:#54b5eb;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;♥&lt;/font&gt; '''Mercedes''' – A cute little Coeurl Kitten. Loyal, affectionate and mischievous, Mercedes is Chee’s pet cat and ever-present companion. She rescued the little kitty in Aleport, following an investigation into a pirate smuggling operation. Believed to be a mix of a smaller, lesser-seen subspecies of coeurl and a common house-cat, Mercedes has proven to be a constant source of companionship, comfort, and occasionally laughter. The little kitty goes where Chee goes, usually riding along in her pack, perched on her shoulder, or following along behind. (Mercedes the Coeurl Kitten was named for my IRL cat, who named for the Dragon's Dogma character.)<br /> <br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#dba133;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;♥&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font style=&quot;color:#54b5eb;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;♥&lt;/font&gt; '''Julien''' – A tiny stray black cat. Upon moving into her new home, Chee discovered a tiny, scraggly little ball of black fluff mewling pitifully. Falling in love with the tiny kitten, Chee took the little thing into her home, naming him &quot;Julien&quot; and adopting him. She is slowly nursing him back to health. Chee takes the little kitty with her most places, doting over the little fluffball like a mother to her child - much to Mercedes' chagrin. Julien ahs since then bonded to her older brother J'siris... much to Chee's own chagrin. Needless to say, the kitten still adores Chee. Just not as much as he likes her brother. (Julien the Black Kitten was named for my IRL cat, who named for the Dragon's Dogma character, though said cat is female irl. Julien the Black Kitten is also a &quot;in memoriam&quot; character, effectively immortalizing the IRL Julien after her passing...)<br /> <br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#dba133;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;♥&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font style=&quot;color:#54b5eb;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;♥&lt;/font&gt;'''[[J'siris Tia]]''' – Chee’s half brother, and the middle of the three sons. Playful, empathetic, kind and free-spirited, J’siris was the most encouraging of the three brothers to Chee growing up, and the one who made the most time to play with and later serve as a confidant and mentor to Chee, when Reisz wasn’t available. It was J’siris who offered Chee support during the fallout with the rest of her family, and the one who defended her over the years. J’siris eventually left home, becoming an Adventurer after the Calamity, estranged from his father and brothers while seeking out his sister and step-mother. Following Chee's personal crisis, J'siris has recently come to Ul'dah in an effort to provide emotional support - as well as being the much-needed protective big-brother.<br /> <br /> &lt;td style=&quot;vertical-align: top;width:50%;padding-right:10px; font-size:9pt;font-family:Helvetica;&quot;&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;mw-headline&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;div style=&quot;padding:10px 35px; background:#ffe0c7;font-size:14px;color:#1e1400;&quot;&gt;&lt;center&gt;Positive Relations&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;<br /> &lt;div style=&quot;border:0px solid; padding:8px;&quot;&gt;<br /> <br /> :&lt;font style=&quot;color:#54b5eb;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;♥&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style=&quot;color:#54b5eb;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;♦&lt;/font&gt; '''[[Destiney Delvanguard]]''' – An Elezen Wildwood. One of Chee's oldest, dearest friends. The pair have known each other for several years and are frequently seen having adventures together. Mischievous, playful and warm, Destiney is akin to an older sister to Chee. They often play or tease each other, happily discuss more feminine things, are mutually supportive, trusting and otherwise. More often than not, where Chee is, Destiney will be, and vice versa. Destiney is part of a small, intimate group of close friends of whom style themselves &quot;The Outsiders&quot;.<br /> <br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#54b5eb;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;♥&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font style=&quot;color:#54b5eb;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;♦&lt;/font&gt; '''Arthur Dragmire''' – A Hyur Midlander, and a Free Paladin. Chee and Arthur met when she first came to Ul'dah, and the pair became fast friends, training together in the arts of the Gladiator and eventually the Free Paladin. Over time, the two became close, akin to surrogate siblings. Arthur's patience, kindness and easy-going humor endears him to Chee and to many others. Arthur Dragmire is part of a small, intimate group of close friends of whom style themselves &quot;The Outsiders&quot;. (Note: This player is a non RPer, though he may be mentioned on occasion.)<br /> <br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#54b5eb;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;♥&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font style=&quot;color:#54b5eb;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;♦&lt;/font&gt; '''Skala Toa''' - An Au Ra Raen. Chee and Skala met during Chee's early days in Ul'dah. The two women quickly became good friends, with Skala being playful, irreverent and good-natured with a wicked and dirty sense of humor, as well as a sisterly warmth. Formally trained as a Monk, Skala and Chee make a dangerous tag-team with a flurry of fists and lance-work, decimating the battle field. Skala is part of a small, intimate group of close friends of whom style themselves &quot;The Outsiders&quot;. (Note: This player is a non RPer, though she may be mentioned on occasion.)<br /> <br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#54b5eb;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;♥&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font style=&quot;color:#54b5eb;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;♦&lt;/font&gt; '''Crimson Knight''' - A Hyur Midlander, with training as both a Free Paladin and a Dragoon. The very definition of a noble knight, the man who calls himself Crimson Knight is loyal, friendly and kind-hearted. Crimson, or &quot;Crim&quot; for short, willingly moves to defend those in need, and provides a comforting and empathetic presence to any who ask. Crimson and Chee met while they both served together, training, and Crim encouraged her talents with a spear. Crimson is part of a small, intimate group of close friends of whom style themselves &quot;The Outsiders&quot;.<br /> <br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#54b5eb;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;♥&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font style=&quot;color:#54b5eb;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;♦&lt;/font&gt; '''Clarke Southway''' - An Elezen Wildwood. Chee and Arthur met Clarke during raiding expeditions in Dravania. While reserved in public settings, Clarke is nonetheless friendly and an incurable jokester in the close company of Chee, Destiney and Arthur. Clarke is shrewdly intelligent, taking on mastery of the Dark Knight, Black Mage and the Summoner, as per the demands of raider groups. Clarke is part of a small, intimate group of close friends of whom style themselves &quot;The Outsiders&quot;.<br /> <br /> :&lt;font style=&quot;color:#54b5eb;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;♥&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style=&quot;color:#54b5eb;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;♦&lt;/font&gt; '''[[Luth ivywood]]''' - A Miqo'te Seeker of the Sun. The two met in a previous Free Company, and came to work together well due to compatible temperaments as well as a fondness for good cooking. Warm, loyal and friendly, Luth is a good-natured and out-going woman and one of Chee's dearest friends. Akin to a dear sister and close confidant, Chee gives Luth her complete trust and confidence in many things, as well enjoying her friend's company, warmth, good-humor, and playful encouragement.<br /> <br /> :&lt;font style=&quot;color:#54b5eb;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;♥&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style=&quot;color:#54b5eb;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;♦&lt;/font&gt; '''[[Y'raos Nuhn]]''' - A Miqo'te Seeker of the Sun Chee met at the Quicksand. The two struck an easy friendship through some friendly idle conversation. While gruff, Chee was drawn to him regardless due to his loyalty to his sister, his blunt honesty, as well as good-humor and kindness. If anything, he reminds her of her older brothers. The pair can be seen conversing on occasion, while Y’raos is on “door-guarding” duty. Recent events have lead to the pair reconnecting as old friends, and Chee feeling as if she had gained another much needed older brother.<br /> <br /> :&lt;font style=&quot;color:#54b5eb;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;♥&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style=&quot;color:#54b5eb;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;♦&lt;/font&gt; '''[[Aki Tenken]]''' - An Au Ra Raen woman, and a Doman at that. Also known as Tenken no Aki. Chee met Aki at the Drowning Wench in Limsa, following her fall-out and leaving Sabotenders. The Doman-born Raen instantly took to Chee, offering nothing but warmth, compassion and empathy, as well as readily welcoming Chee into her Free Company, Fera Intus. Since then, the two women have swiftly become close.<br /> <br /> :&lt;font style=&quot;color:#54b5eb;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;♥&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style=&quot;color:#54b5eb;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;♦&lt;/font&gt; '''[[Kira'sae Sindrah]]''' - A Miqo'te Keeper of the Moon, and Aki Tenken's loving husband. An Arcanist of whom is always accompanied by his Carbuncle, Kite, Kira'sae is warm and open, however reserved. Chee and Kira'sae met tat the Drowning Wench in Limsa Lominsa, and he welcomed Chee into the Free Company he and Aki run - Fera Intus - offering warmth and empathy. The two Miqo'te get along quite well.<br /> <br /> :&lt;font style=&quot;color:#54b5eb;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;♥&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style=&quot;color:#54b5eb;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;♦&lt;/font&gt; '''[[Zethie Aldis]]''' - A Miqo'te Keeper of the Moon. A fellow competitor in the Grindstone, Zethie was encouraging to her during her first time in the battle tourney. Since then, the two have become good buddies, on the friendly field of competitive sportsmanship as well as lounging about.<br /> <br /> :&lt;font style=&quot;color:#b72a78;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;♥&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style=&quot;color:#54b5eb;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;♦&lt;/font&gt; '''[[Phoenix Lemathen]]''' - A Miqo'te Seeker of the Sun. &quot;Nix&quot; for short. A former Sultansworn, fellow adventurer, and a sensitive (Non-tribal! Thank the twelve!) man of great character and empathy, he and Chee stumbled across each other in La Noscea, finding themselves the subject of curious aetheric bonding. Nix has very quickly fallen for Chee, much to her shock and her chagrin. Over time as the two got to know each other, Chee fell in love with Nix, due to his compassion, loyalty and his own shared experiences. It's always the little things...<br /> <br /> :&lt;font style=&quot;color:#54b5eb;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;♦&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font style=&quot;color:#93d2f6;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;●&lt;/font&gt; '''[[X'apa Mozei]]''' – A Miqo'te Keeper of the Moon. Chee met this friendly, if clueless and naive Keeper out by the Copperbell Mines in the midst of an argument with a Roegadyn. Upon cooling tempers and pulling him away, the two went on to the Quicksand, where X'apa shared details of a treasure map he had found. Apparently born into a wealthy family, X'apa left home restless and seeking adventure with jovial cheer and an eagerness. The two are neighbors in their ward of the Goblet, and can be seen socializing on occasion.<br /> <br /> :&lt;font style=&quot;color:#54b5eb;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;♦&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font style=&quot;color:#93d2f6;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;●&lt;/font&gt; '''[[Ophelia Blanche]]''' - An Au Ra Raen. A dancer and once a mutual friend of Arthyr Caden, Ophelia offered to help Chee during the Gekile Incident. Unfortunately, she wasn't able to lend much assistance, due to other obligations. However, her compassion and her eagerness to help spoke well of her character. The two women met again months later, happily reconnecting as old friends, and even having an impromptu song and dance routine - to the amusement and joy of the other tavern patrons. The two women decided to remain in close contact.<br /> <br /> :&lt;font style=&quot;color:#54b5eb;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;♦&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font style=&quot;color:#93d2f6;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;●&lt;/font&gt; '''[[Marianne Evrardoux]]''' - An Elezen Duskwight. Chee met this former bandit at a tavern one night, and shared brief conversation – a simple kindness during a time of strife and sorrow in Chee's life. When Marianne was threatened by bounty hunters, Chee attempted to use her authority as a Free Paladin to protect the innocent woman from harm. The two women would meet again a couple of months later, connecting as friends, and confirming Chee's instinct about Marianne, with the Duskwight sharing stories of not only escaping the bounty hunters who vexed her and threatened the other patrons, but also of simpler things, such as hobbies and hopes, and beginning a new life.<br /> <br /> :&lt;font style=&quot;color:#54b5eb;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;♦&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font style=&quot;color:#93d2f6;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;●&lt;/font&gt; '''[[Yhen'to Jyakka]]''' - A Miqo'te Keeper of the Moon. Friendly, cheerful and hopelessly romantic, Yhen'to's kindness, friendly outlook and honesty appealed to Chee, when the Keeper almost immediately and happily befriended her and her friend Clarke upon the end of a long night tavern-hopping. Yhen'to has the curious and endearing habit of referring to himself as &quot;a wolf&quot;, and takes pleasure being a simple man. The two get along well, comparing notes on the pleasures of working as Disciples of the Hands and Land.<br /> <br /> :&lt;font style=&quot;color:#54b5eb;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;♦&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font style=&quot;color:#93d2f6;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;●&lt;/font&gt; '''[[Kaito Kumon]]''' - An Au Ra Xaela. Chee met this quiet, introspective man purely by chance in the Central Shroud, and the two spent many hours talking into the night. Since then, whenever she encounters him, Chee is drawn to him, considering the Au Ra a friend. They get along fairly well.<br /> <br /> :&lt;font style=&quot;color:#54b5eb;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;♦&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font style=&quot;color:#93d2f6;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;●&lt;/font&gt; '''[[Cy'xanne Tora]]''' - A Miqo'te Seeker of the Sun, and a former Nunh. This man has a sense of calm, compassion and an acceptance of life. First meeting each other at the Quicksand, sharing an interest over Chee's cat, the two remained friends. They recently met again during a date auction event, and Cy'xanne was saddened to learn of Chee's recent tragedies. As such, he made it a point to help her move past the pain. Chee finds the older Seeker a much-needed friend, of whom grants solid advice.<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> &lt;td style=&quot;vertical-align: top;width:50%;padding-right:10px; font-size:9pt;font-family:Helvetica;&quot;&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;mw-headline&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;div style=&quot;padding:10px 35px; background:#ffe0c7;font-size:14px;color:#1e1400;&quot;&gt;&lt;center&gt;Neutral Relations&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;<br /> <br /> :&lt;font style=&quot;color:#dba133;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt; '''[[Branna'a Ianotouta]]''' - A Miqo'te Keeper of the Moon, the First Son of House Ianotouta. The two met while Branna'a was trying to, of all things, break into the Sabotenders Company Estate, looking for his prodigal older sister upon recent developments in his own home tribe. After an initial confrontation, Chee warmed to the Keeper, and the pair fond an easy rapport of mutual empathy. It was enough for her to consider him, in her words, &quot;a friend and a sweet-heart&quot;. When Chee and J'siris were made to leave Sabotenders, Branna'a spent his spare time looking for her, and recent developments allowed the two to begin to tentatively draw closer. Sadly, it seems that Branna'a has all but vanished, leaving Chee once again alone, confused and heart-broken.<br /> <br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#93d2f6;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;●&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font style=&quot;color:#c6c6c6;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;●&lt;/font&gt; '''[[Gatoli Catoli]]''' - A Plainsfolk Lalafell. She met him at the Velvet Rose during an Open talent Show night, Chee was surprised to learn that Gatoli was a friend of Destiney's. Since then, the two met again with Gatoli now under employ as the Butler and Caretaker of the Delvanguard Estate. Flirtatious, polite and friendly, Chee would consider the lalafell a future friend in the making.<br /> <br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#93d2f6;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;●&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font style=&quot;color:#c6c6c6;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;●&lt;/font&gt; '''[[Jellal Asiha]]''' - A Miqo'te Seeker of the Sun. Chee and Jellal met in the Quicksand, and quickly the conversation turned right into that of tools, crafting, clockwork and goldsmithing. Having found kindred spirits in 'talking shop', the two decided to plan a trip to Mor Dhona together. Preparations seem to be delayed, but Chee is hopeful to see the fellow again for more talks about crafting! ...As well as adventures.<br /> <br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#93d2f6;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;●&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font style=&quot;color:#c6c6c6;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;●&lt;/font&gt; '''[[Zhilan Rothwell]]''' - A Dunesfolk Lalafell. This older woman is an investigator of oddities and a talented mage. She and Chee struck up a friendly conversation and the two women got along well. When Chee mentioned her home recent invasion, a concerned Zhilan sent her apprentice, Ehna, to help Chee lay down the groundwork for future security. Chee hopes to see Zhilan again, thank her, and even assist the Lalafell as needed.<br /> <br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#93d2f6;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;●&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font style=&quot;color:#c6c6c6;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;●&lt;/font&gt; '''[[Ehan Zhwan]]''' - A Miqo'te Keeper of the Moon. The girl is the apprentice of Zhilan Rothwell, a warrior-in-training and a fellow investigator and mage-int-training. She was the one who helped Chee lay down protective magical wards in her home. In turn, Chee offered to assist Ehna in martial training in the future.<br /> <br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#93d2f6;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;●&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font style=&quot;color:#c6c6c6;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;●&lt;/font&gt; '''[[Ryslo Suramlo]]''' - A Dunesfolk Lalafell. Eloquent, charming and friendly, Chee met Ryslo during a Starlight Ball, and the two became fast friends, happily spending the evening in each other's company. They'll meet again, Chee's pretty certain of it.<br /> <br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#93d2f6;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;●&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font style=&quot;color:#c6c6c6;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;●&lt;/font&gt; '''[[Raniall Lightstone]]''' - A Midlander Hyur. A Lieutenant of the Immortal Flames, he is always accompanied by his faithful hound, &quot;Captain Hammer&quot;. Upon Chee's pet cat having a fearful and aggressive outburst in defense of her master against Erijow, and later intervening during Erijow's break-in and attempted assault of Chee in her own home, the good Lieutenant arrived in the nick of time. He apprehended Erijow, taking her into custody and he and Chee were on cordial relations regarding the case.<br /> <br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#93d2f6;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;●&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font style=&quot;color:#c6c6c6;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;●&lt;/font&gt; '''[[Harvey Gold]]''' - A Hyur Midlander, and the fiance of one L'uth Ivywood. Chee doesn't know the fellow well, but he made a good impression thus far, granting the couple her blessing. As all good sisters-by-bond do, Chee did give him a playful warning to treat her dear friend well.<br /> <br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#93d2f6;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;●&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font style=&quot;color:#c6c6c6;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;●&lt;/font&gt; '''[[Ha'diteya Devmani]]''' - A Miqo'te Seeker of the Sun woman, and an immigrant from Thavniar. The warm, friendly woman made a good impression on Chee, and it was a surprise to find that &quot;Eya&quot; was indeed Cy'xanne's fiancee. Chee hopes to meet with her again.<br /> <br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#93d2f6;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;●&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font style=&quot;color:#c6c6c6;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;●&lt;/font&gt; '''[[Kahli D'naar]]''' - A Miqo'te Seeker of the Sun. This shy girl has spotted Chee participating in the Grindstone, and spotted her again in Ul'dah, taking the initiative to approach and basically, well, fangirl(!) over Chee's excellent performance. The two women took to each other very quickly, and Chee basically decided than and there to further befriend the other girl, as Kahli was just too dang cute.<br /> <br /> :&lt;font style=&quot;color:#93d2f6;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;●&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font style=&quot;color:#c6c6c6;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;●&lt;/font&gt; '''[[Shido Itsuka]]''' - A Miqo'te Seeker of the Sun. Limsan born and bred, the pair met in a tavern based in the Mist, and Shido commissioned Chee for a nice new armored cuirass. Shortly thereafter, the two met again in front of the Quicksand, striking up easy conversation and an easy rapport, sharing some experiences about pursuing a peaceful life versus a life of adventure, moving on to new chapters in life, as well as finding solace from pain. Chee would very much to like meet the Seeker again and be sparring buddies.<br /> <br /> :&lt;font style=&quot;color:#93d2f6;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;●&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font style=&quot;color:#c6c6c6;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;●&lt;/font&gt; '''[[Rhio Aldul]]''' - A Hyur Highlander woman, though she did mention off-handedly about once being a Miqo'te. Sturdy, with an air of hard-worn experience and steadiness, Chee and Rhio met at a Date Auction event, the two women being auctioned off dates. Chee was most disappointed, however, if the way the events of the evening turned out, hoping for new love or new chances, and simply hurting. Sensing the young woman's distress, Rhio took Chee out to share a drink, offering advice and much-needed compassion and perspective in the way only a another woman with similar experiences can. Chee hopes to meet Rhio again.<br /> <br /> :&lt;font style=&quot;color:#93d2f6;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;●&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font style=&quot;color:#c6c6c6;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;●&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style=&quot;color:#ffaedb&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;♥&lt;/font&gt; '''[[Cade Baneblade]]''' - A Hyur Midlander. Easy-going, charming and a flirt, they met at the Sword and Skillet one night, quite happily spending the evening flirting before spending the the night together - a pleasant experience for the both of them. She hasn't really seen him, but occasional run-ins have been friendly and good-natured.<br /> <br /> :&lt;font style=&quot;color:#93d2f6;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;●&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font style=&quot;color:#c6c6c6;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;●&lt;/font&gt; '''[[Elza Fairhan]]''' - A Miqo'te Keeper of the Moon. Following an unfortunate incident involving a stolen kiss at a Starlight Gathering, Elza initially appeared to be a romantic rival, and their first meeting as awkward at best. A chance meeting at Camp Bronze Lake, however, allowed the two women to reconcile, share stories and even begin the making of a friendship. The two women also share a similar temperament, and a mutual admiration. As such, Chee would happily call Elza a friend… However, she hadn't seen the Keeper Girl in a very long time...<br /> <br /> :&lt;font style=&quot;color:#c6c6c6;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;●&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style=&quot;color:#8a8a8a;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;●&lt;/font&gt; '''[[Ingrid Lachance]]''' – A Highlander Hyur woman, and long-time friend of Luth Ivywood. Rough, tough, boisterous, and good-natured, both Ingrid and Chee had campaigned together during raiding expeditions into the Alexander Colossus in the Dravanian Hinterlands. They have also traveled together on many occasion, usually in the company of Luth, and forged an easy bond. The two women have recently begun to get to know each other better outside of raiding expeditions and shared adventures, and get along well. A recent argument, however, has lead to the pair being strained.<br /> <br /> &lt;td style=&quot;vertical-align: top;width:50%;padding-right:10px; font-size:9pt;font-family:Helvetica;&quot;&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;mw-headline&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;div style=&quot;padding:10px 35px; background:#ffe0c7;font-size:14px;color:#1e1400;&quot;&gt;&lt;center&gt;Negative Relations&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;<br /> <br /> :&lt;font style=&quot;color:#630000;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;♠&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style=&quot;color:#575757;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;♠&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style=&quot;color:#8a8a8a;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;●&lt;/font&gt; '''[[Erijow Lanverlais]]''' - A Miqo'te Keeper of the Moon woman. The two met by chance at teh Quicksand, and soon, Erijow became very strange towards Chee - flirting with her and attempting to invade the otehr woman's space. Chee's loyal pet cat, Mercedes, began to grow violent and fear, drawing the attention of a nearby Immortal Flames officer and an off-duty Stone Torch, chasing the Erijow away. Later, Erijow, had broken into Chee's home and attempted to assault the Seeker. Only the timely intervention of Lieutenant Randiall LIghtstone, the Officer from before, had saved Chee from further harm. The event has left Chee fearful and isolated, even with Erijow (as far as she knows) safely in custody.<br /> <br /> :&lt;font style=&quot;color:#630000;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;♠&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style=&quot;color:#575757;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;♠&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style=&quot;color:#8a8a8a;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;●&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style=&quot;color:#dba133;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;✖&lt;/font&gt; '''[[Gekile Longstride]]''' - Deceased. A Midlander Hyur of whom Chee sensed was trouble. Her gut instinct was right, as the man kidnapped her friend Elza, and Chee fiercely challenged him in an attempted rescue. After a brief and closely-matched duel, Chee was injured, Gekile fled, and the rest of Elza's friends had to continue their rescue attempt without her. She hates the man, for not only wounding her pride and body, but also kidnapping a dear friend, frightening the man she loved, and tormenting a woman she had come to befriend and respect through the course of her life. New information revealed that both he and Delmina had a long, difficult and tragic history, that would only end in the loss of life. Gekile Longstride eventually met his end in a final, bloody confrontation.<br /> <br /> ==&lt;div style=&quot;padding:5px; background: #1a3153; box-shadow: inset -10px -5px 10px -1px #FFFFFF&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 25px; color: #CCCCCC; font-family: Book Antiqua;&quot;&gt;Gallery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;==<br /> <br /> &lt;table style=&quot;position:center;&quot; width=&quot;85%&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;tr&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;b&gt;Screenshots&lt;/b&gt;<br /> &lt;gallery&gt;<br /> File:CheeCutieCrafter.jpg|Cutie Crafter<br /> File:CheeRedShirt.jpg|Nice shirt...<br /> File:CheeAtHome.jpg|At home<br /> File:CheeSitting.jpg|Sitting Pretty<br /> File:CheeYouGonnaDieFace.jpg|&quot;You gonna die&quot; face<br /> File:CheePic20.jpg|People-watching<br /> File:CheeFinalCoilEnd.jpg|After an adventure<br /> File:CheePic8.jpg|Chee is a sweet woman<br /> File:CheeKitten.jpg|Chee and her cat<br /> File:BattleKitten.jpg|Her cat, Mercedes<br /> File:CheeIdyllshire.jpg|In Idyllshire<br /> File:CheePic33.jpg|Sunrise in Limsa<br /> &lt;/gallery&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;<br /> <br /> ==&lt;div style=&quot;padding:5px; background: #1a3153; box-shadow: inset -10px -5px 10px -1px #FFFFFF&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 25px; color: #CCCCCC; font-family: Book Antiqua;&quot;&gt;Misc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;==<br /> <br /> ''The following is a collection of OOC notes, trivia bits, RP Hooks and otherwise.''<br /> <br /> '''RP Hooks'''<br /> <br /> * She almost always has her ever-loyal Coeurl Kitten, Mercedes, with her. The little kitty goes where she goes most of the time, providing a source of comfort, companionship and occasional laughter.<br /> * Chee has an unusually long and very fluffy tail for a Seeker. Seriously, it’s stupidly fluffy. Think on the level of a Maine Coon or Turkish Angora cat. That level of fluffy.<br /> * Chee is a very reserved and quiet person and she tends to be a “wallflower”, even when she intends to be social.<br /> * Chee can be seen journaling or sketching. She may also be seen tinkering with something.<br /> * Due to her strong sense of justice and compassion, Chee may offer a listening ear, should one wish it.<br /> * Chee is an observant person, and she may approach upon seeing an open “hook”.<br /> * Chee is a Free Paladin, IC. She may use that in certain situations, or during battle scenes.<br /> * Chee maybe seen playing with an old coin. She likes collecting those.<br /> <br /> '''What I Will RP:'''<br /> * General RP<br /> * Character-based/Plot-Line RP: I love character-based stories and long-term plot-lines! :D<br /> * Slice-of-Life RP: Ordinary, quiet moments and slice-of-life adventures in-between the grand epic &quot;greatest tales never told&quot; RP are great! :D<br /> <br /> '''Will I Will RP, But Ask First:'''<br /> * Mature Themes. I’m open to most things, as long as you brief me via OOC tells or otherwise before, during or after a session. If anything, I welcome mature themes.<br /> * Injuries/Torture. I'm mean to my baby, and I occasionally like testing her limits. Injuries, fights/duels or torture scenes are fine, but I would before a little bit of OOC briefing, and if I feel uncomfortable, I may ask for a &quot;fade-to-black&quot;, or implications. This includes temporary imprisonment, physical, mental or emotional injuries that can be recovered from given an appropriate amount of time, etc.<br /> <br /> '''Will I Will RP, With Very Strict Boundaries - Communication is an Absolute Must!:'''<br /> * Romantic RP. Being a romantic at heart, I'm a fan of romance subplots, and love using such plots in my own works and story-telling. That being said, I' have recently come out of two failed Romantic RP plots of which everything that did go wrong, had gone wrong, and all parities involved have been hurt. I will only Romance RP if both players can agree to it OOC, if the characters &quot;click&quot;, and if both players agree to communicate, collaborate and be willing to do some light pre-planning or retcons, and negotiate if there are problems. For sake of my own sanity and mental health, I ask to please respect those boundaries.<br /> * ERP RP. Please see above for Romantic RP. As much as I do enjoy the occasional roll-in-the-hay, I reserve the right to decline or ask to 'fade-to-black' or time-skips. I will only ERP if both players can agree to it OOC, if the characters &quot;click&quot;, and if both players agree to communicate, collaborate and be willing to do some light pre-planning or retcons, and negotiate if there are problems. For sake of my own sanity and mental health, I ask to please respect those boundaries.<br /> <br /> '''What I will NOT RP:'''<br /> * Lore-breaking. The occasional bit of lore-bending is fine, as meta, characters and stories change and grow. And I adore enjoy lore-friendly theory-crafting and head canons! :D That being said, let's try to be as consistent to game-lore as possible.<br /> * Death/Disablement/Maiming of my character or another. There can be injuries or fights/duels, but I draw the line at crippling injuries, disfigurements or death, unless I specifically agree before a session that such injuries or perma-death is ok. The same standard applies for rape/sexual assault, or long-term imprisonment.<br /> <br /> '''Links:'''<br /> <br /> : [http://cheetah-smith-ffxiv.tumblr.com/ FFXIV Tumblr Blog (IC and OOC; general)]<br /> : [http://na.finalfantasyxiv.com/lodestone/character/7271482/ FFXIV Lodestone]<br /> : [http://cheetah-smith-art.tumblr.com/ Art Blog (Multi-Fandom and Original)]<br /> <br /> '''Fun Stuff and Trivia'''<br /> * Chee's real name, J'baste, was derived from the Egyptian Goddess, Bastet. (Also Bast or Ubasti). True to her character, Bastet was a protector Goddess, of whom defended the hearth, home, and women and children. In some variations of mythology, she battled Ra's mortal enemy, Apep, and lulled the Goddess of War, Sehkmet, to sleep with enchanted wine. Described as a loving &quot;most precious and sweet&quot; goddess, Bastet was also considered to be the Goddess of Music, Joy, Fertility, Love, Dance, Cats (duh), and interestingly enough, perfume. Mythology!<br /> * Chee was never meant to be an RP character, hence her very non-lore...ish name. Childhood nickname. Problem solved.<br /> * Chee's core backdrop as an adventurer and craftswoman mirrors my own PVE experiences, as does her combat abilities. She's always meant to be a neutral good, very sweet and very loving &quot;Paragon Shepard&quot; sort of character.<br /> * Chee has terrible luck in battle scenes, it seems. She just can't win a proper fight, even with excellent rolls. She has a tendency of starting off very well, but then flopping over like the fail-bug she is. Poor goober!<br /> * Associated Music: [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=riTRKDELLQk/ Blue Rose - Brunuhville], [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rdsgeULyDwM/ Newgrange - Celtic Woman], [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aDlIbgSw3OQ/ Angel of War - Brunuhville], [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vyn8gAYtNu4/ Carry Me - Eurielle], [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XLxiUVKvykI/ Rescue Me - Eurielle] Now you know.<br /> <br /> '''About the Player'''<br /> * I absolutely adore lore-friendly theory-crafting, head canons and meta about both characters, plots, general lore and besides, and I may try to incorporate such ideas into my rp sessions. That said, I will try to be as lore-friendly or lore-consistent as possible.<br /> * I've been heavily involved in the fandom communities for art and solo-writing (primarily fanfiction) for many, many years. While no stranger to character development and story-telling, I consider myself relatively inexperienced in RP in-general (1 year thus far), and I do prefer having more ooc briefing or communication. I tend to see RP as two (or more!) co-authors writing a story, more than anything else, so please bear with me as I continue to navigate the wild-west story-telling that is RP.<br /> * I am terribly shy, as well as a curmudgeon when it comes to RP. I'm slow to trust people, and as much as I do enjoy RP, I must insist on strict boundaries. If you're not certain, please ask me. I'm also terrified of asking people, so ''please'' let me know it's okay to ask you for RP, and ''please'' feel free to ask me! I also prefer being able to schedule set times and dates, setting, etc. for RP sessions, give or take schedules.<br /> <br /> '''Credits'''<br /> <br /> : ''Templates used to create this profile come from [[Deirdre Ta'ea]], [[T'shina Vashka]], and [[Rihxo Matoi]]. Relationship color keys are derived from [[D'lyhhia Lhuil]] and [[Lucile Townsend]]. All credit goes to them! :D''<br /> <br /> [[category:Player Character]]</div>

B'habra https://wiki.ffxiv-roleplayers.com/index.php?title=Senpai_Solid&diff=247631 2017-05-25T16:56:03Z

<p>B'habra: </p> <hr /> <div>{{Infobox-character<br /> | name = Solia Zenie (Senpai Solid)<br /> | image = Solia_zenie_Ishgard_dragoon_close_up.png<br /> | imagewidth = <br /> | gender = Female<br /> | citizenship = Drifter<br /> | race = Au Ra<br /> | clan = Xaela/Seeker of the Sun<br /> | stat_1 = Age <br /> | stat_1_value = 21<br /> | stat_2 = Marital Status<br /> | stat_2_value = &quot;None a'ya damn business...&quot;<br /> | stat_3 = Occupation<br /> | stat_3_value = Raider/Mentor<br /> | stat_4 = Height/Weight<br /> | stat_4_value = 5 Fulms 2 Ilms/Unknown<br /> | stat_5 = Orientation<br /> | stat_5_value = Unknown<br /> | stat_6 = Relatives<br /> | stat_6_value = &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Akiba Zenie (Father)&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;Milia Zenie (Mother)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;<br /> }}<br /> <br /> Solia 'Senpai Solid' Zenie is a Miqo'te raised Xaela Au Ra. Efficient in both Astrologian and Dragoon jobs, Senpai is usually seen raiding dungeons and claiming the heads of powerful beings as trophies. Often seen as cold hearted and narcissistic. Not many get close to Senpai but those who are friends with her swear by her skill and loyalty.<br /> <br /> ===&lt;div style=&quot;padding:10px 15px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;&quot;&gt;Basic Info&lt;/div&gt;===<br /> &lt;table style=&quot;position:center;&quot; width=&quot;75%&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;tr&gt; Coming Soon<br /> &lt;td style=&quot;vertical-align: top;font-size:9pt;font-family:Helvetica;&quot;&gt;&lt;h3&gt;<br /> &lt;div style=&quot;padding:10px 35px;background: #ECCA67;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;&quot;&gt;&lt;center&gt;''LIKES''&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#ECCA67;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; The snow<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#ECCA67;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; Botany<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#ECCA67;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; Chocobos<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#ECCA67;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; The Miqo'te race<br /> <br /> &lt;td style=&quot;vertical-align: top;font-size:9pt;font-family:Helvetica;&quot;&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;mw-headline&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;div style=&quot;padding:10px 35px; background: #DFD59E;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;&quot;&gt;&lt;center&gt;''DISLIKES''&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;<br /> <br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#DFD59E;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; The ocean<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#DFD59E;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; Lalafells<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#DFD59E;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; Crappy tanks<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#DFD59E;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; Authority<br /> <br /> &lt;td style=&quot;vertical-align: top;font-size:9pt;font-family:Helvetica;&quot;&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;mw-headline&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;div style=&quot;padding:10px 35px; background: #CACFA5;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;&quot;&gt;&lt;center&gt;''OTHER''&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;<br /> <br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#CACFA5;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; Alignment: Chaotic Neutral<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#CACFA5;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; Vice(s): Violent Tendencies<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#CACFA5;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; Favorite Food: Tuna Miq'abob<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#CACFA5;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; Favorite Drink: Apple Juice<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#CACFA5;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; Favorite Color: Purple<br /> <br /> &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;<br /> <br /> ===&lt;div style=&quot;padding:10px 15px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;&quot;&gt;Appearance &amp; Personality&lt;/div&gt;===<br /> <br /> ====&lt;div style=&quot;padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;&quot;&gt;Appearance&lt;/div&gt;====<br /> :Solia often changes her hair to fit her mood. She dark shades of colours such as purple, orange and even black. She almost always has highlights in her hair, usually white to constrast with the dark colours. She has once styled her hair white with red highlights which sparked a few rumours about her which she found amusing. She has dark blue-ish black horns petruding for the sides of her head and scales covering small portions of the arms, legs and face. Her eyes are grey with a purple limbal ring which really stands out from her &quot;uncoloured&quot; face. Solia has explained that she has never and will never wear makeup because &quot;who needs to look good for monsters in caves and ruins?&quot;. Solia has been seen in many different styles of clothing but has stated that she dislikes robes and dresses for thier lack of mobility. She switched between defensive armor and light clothing depending on what role she's trying to fill. Solia also possesses a thin scaly tail that is smaller than most her Auri brethren. Solia has a X (cross) mark across her face. It is unknown whether this is a scar or a birthmark.<br /> <br /> ====&lt;div style=&quot;padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;&quot;&gt;Personality&lt;/div&gt;====<br /> :Solia is very cold and quiet to people she recently meets. She is rarely ever seen smiling or expressing joy in public but she lets loose a bit when she is with her closest friends. She hates standing around and doing nothing and begins to feel depressed if she feels she isn't &quot;making any progress&quot;. Solia dismisses all sexual/romantic advances she's ever been subjected to, most commonly those of her extremely outgoing friend, Kairi. Solia has been known to ignore people she has no use for and considers whatever she's currently doing more important than whatever strangers want to talk to her about. <br /> <br /> :However, when Solia is in a dungeon or a raid, her attitude changes to more friendly, even among strangers. She is generally helpful when she's working with others and actually smiles when fighting tough enemies or successfully keeping teammates healthy in bad situations. The tougher it is, the more enjoyment Solia experiences. <br /> <br /> ===&lt;div style=&quot;padding:10px 15px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;&quot;&gt;Biography&lt;/div&gt;===<br /> <br /> ====&lt;div style=&quot;padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;&quot;&gt;Childhood&lt;/div&gt;====<br /> <br /> :Shortly after birth, an Auri infant was abandoned and found by a young Miqo'te couple in the Sagolii Desert. At first, the couple mistook the Au Ra for a beast but soon noticed it's resemblance to an infant of the Hyur or Miqo'te races and ultimately decided to raise the child themselves. The couple, Akiba and Milia, named the child Solia. Solia grew up in a Miqo'te tribe known as &quot;The Children of the Sand&quot; and was mostly excepted by her peers, however the other kids would tease her sometimes for not being like them. Solia's family were regarded &quot;strange&quot; in the tribe as her parents did not follow in Miqo'te traditions but were mostly welcomed because of the valuable contributions they made as members. In late childhood, Solia's parents started to teach her archery skills so she would be able to hunt and defend herself, however, when she would see Dragoon adventurers pass by, she couldn't help but wish she was wielding a powerful lance. <br /> <br /> ====&lt;div style=&quot;padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;&quot;&gt;Teenage&lt;/div&gt;====<br /> <br /> :By her early teens, Solia was quite an accomplished archer. She was advanced for her age and the elders of the tribe agreed that she should train to become a bard and live as an adventurer so that she may bring riches back to the tribe. Milia was against sending her child to be an adventurer but Akiba, who was a former adventurer himself, wanted Solia to do as she wishes. They came to a compromise when one of the elders suggested that she recieve the proper training from Akiba and the other ex-adventurers. <br /> <br /> :Solia recieved adventurer training for 4 years. During this time, she would regularly sneak off at night and roam around Southern Thanalan with her best friend, S'zejoh Tia. One night, Solia and S'zejoh ventured a little too far and got ambushed by a small Amalj'aa hunting party who attacked without warning. S'zejoh managed to take one down before sacrificing himself so Solia could escape. Solia was blamed by the tribe for S'zejoh's death and despite Akiba and Milia's best efforts, she was exiled from the tribe. Akiba and Milia agreed to abandon the tribe, but did not go with Solia. They told Solia to make her way to Gridania in the Black Shroud to become a Bard. Solia's parents told her they'd meet again one day just before they parted ways. <br /> <br /> ===&lt;div style=&quot;padding:10px 15px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;&quot;&gt;Miscellaneous&lt;/div&gt;===<br /> &lt;table style=&quot;position:center;&quot; width=&quot;100%&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;tr&gt;<br /> &lt;td style=&quot;vertical-align: top;width:50%;padding-right:10px; font-size:9pt;font-family:Helvetica;&quot;&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;mw-headline&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;div style=&quot;padding:10px 35px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;&quot;&gt;&lt;center&gt;''RUMORS''&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;<br /> ''Some of these rumors are untrue or are greatly exaggerated. Please feel free to add your own rumors under PC!''<br /> &lt;div style=&quot;border:0px solid; padding:8px;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;<br /> &lt;div style=&quot;padding:10px 25px; background: #90AB76;&quot;&gt;◢ Common Rumors (Easily overheard)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#90AB76;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; &quot;She was given the nickname &quot;Senpai&quot; because she's mentored a couple new adventurers&quot;<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#90AB76;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; &quot;She was raised in a Miqo'te tribe even though she's Auri&quot;<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#90AB76;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; &quot;She doesn't have many friends and mostly keeps to herself&quot;<br /> <br /> &lt;b&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;padding:10px 25px; background: #F37E1D;&quot;&gt;◢ Moderate Rumors (Moderately difficult to overhear)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#F37E1D;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; &quot;The red in her hair is the blood of her enemies&quot;<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#F37E1D;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; &quot;She's an absolute racist to Lalafells&quot;<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#F37E1D;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; <br /> <br /> &lt;b&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;padding:10px 25px; background: #D83018;&quot;&gt;◢ Rare Rumors (Very difficult or rarely overheard)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#D83018;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; &quot;She once let her best friend die. She's untrustworthy&quot;<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#D83018;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; <br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#D83018;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; <br /> <br /> &lt;b&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;padding:10px 25px; background: #aac5b4;&quot;&gt;◢ PC Rumors (Rumors from the character's of other players)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#aac5b4;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; <br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#aac5b4;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; <br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#aac5b4;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; <br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#aac5b4;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; <br /> &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;td style=&quot;vertical-align: top;width:50%;padding-right:10px; font-size:9pt;font-family:Helvetica;&quot;&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;mw-headline&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;div style=&quot;padding:10px 35px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;&quot;&gt;&lt;center&gt;''RELATIONS''&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;<br /> : &lt;center&gt;&lt;font style=&quot;color:#F02311;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;♥&lt;/font&gt; Romantic Interest &lt;font style=&quot;color:#FA70BC;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;♥&lt;/font&gt; Best Friends &lt;font style=&quot;color:#9EC60B;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;●&lt;/font&gt; Good Standing &lt;font style=&quot;color:#C24640;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;●&lt;/font&gt; Poor Standing&lt;/center&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;font style=&quot;color:#FA70BC;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;♥&lt;/font&gt; [[Kixlam Urumet]] : Mentee/Soul Brother<br /> <br /> &lt;font style=&quot;color:#FA70BC;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;♥&lt;/font&gt; [[Kairi Orihime]] : Soul Sister<br /> <br /> &lt;font style=&quot;color:#9EC60B;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;♥&lt;/font&gt; [[Hakubus Vindisch]] : Ex-FC Leader/Comrade<br /> <br /> &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;<br /> <br /> ===&lt;div style=&quot;padding:10px 35px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;&quot;&gt;Gallery&lt;/div&gt;===<br /> &lt;center&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;gallery&gt;<br /> File:Solia zenie alphinuad team up.png|Solia and Alphinaud prepare for combat<br /> File:Solia zenie green crystal.png|Solia obtains a green crystal<br /> File:Solia zenie trail by combat.png|Dragoon Solia<br /> File:Solia zenie dravanian forest.png|Astrologian Solia<br /> &lt;/gallery&gt;<br /> &lt;/center&gt;<br /> <br /> ===&lt;div style=&quot;padding:10px 35px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;&quot;&gt;Footnotes&lt;/div&gt;===<br /> <br /> : Template by [[Bancroft Gairn]]<br /> : '''Theme Song''': <br /> : '''TV Tropes''':</div>

B'habra https://wiki.ffxiv-roleplayers.com/index.php?title=Anstarra_Silverain&diff=247630 2017-05-25T16:53:16Z

<p>B'habra: </p> <hr /> <div>&lt;Slowly getting updated. If you want more info... find me in-game! And I love rumors, feel free to add~&gt;<br /> <br /> {{Infobox-character<br /> | name = Anstarra Silverain<br /> | image = AnComingStorm.png<br /> | imagewidth = 700<br /> | caption = A coming storm<br /> | title = Skybreaker...<br /> | gender = Female<br /> | citizenship = Gridania<br /> | race = Miqo'te<br /> | clan = Seeker of the Sun<br /> | stat_1 = Tribe<br /> | stat_1_value = Lynx ('She')<br /> | stat_2 = Birth Name<br /> | stat_2_value = X'anista (told to no one)<br /> | stat_3 = Nickname(s)<br /> | stat_3_value = An, Star<br /> | stat_4 = <br /> | stat_4_value = <br /> | stat_5 = <br /> | stat_5_value = <br /> | stat_6 = <br /> | stat_6_value = <br /> }}<br /> <br /> <br /> ==Character==<br /> ===General===<br /> <br /> This is the tale of a girl, grown from a savage tribal upbringing into an upstanding patriot of the Alliance. Her existence is dualistic, between the happy, normal(ish) life she has with [http://ffxiv-roleplayers.com/showthread.php?tid=9139 Dubious Distributions], and her second life as an adventurer, monster-hunter, dungeon-delver, and all-around unsung hero. Which is how she likes it: unsung. To most people, she's just a pretty girl who's pretty good with a lance.. or bow.. or blade.. or book.. or turn of phrase. Whatever the day calls for.<br /> <br /> [[File:AnCool.png|500px]]<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> [[File:AnRelaxing.png|500px|right]]<br /> <br /> ===Appearance===<br /> <br /> Anstarra stands somewhat on the short side for female miqo'te.. which of course puts her far beneath most midlander hyurs, though she carries herself like someone taller. She has full, sensuous lips, lustrous green eyes and the blue-marked white hair characteristic of her sept of the Lynx tribe (when it's not dyed, that is). She has been described as beautiful, a trait which has alternately cursed and blessed her existence.<br /> <br /> Though she moves with supple grace and lightness of step, Anstarra is rather heavier than you would expect; this is owed to a dense, high-grade musculature that renders her far stronger than her appearance would suggest (though she DOES look athletic and toned, one would not suspect what her muscles can do, until one touches them), comparable in power to a male roegadyn of similar athletic propensity. This trait is a genetic one, possessed of all members of the Falling Stars sept.<br /> <br /> ===Behavior===<br /> <br /> People's first impressions of Star tend to be positive. She has a pleasant, welcoming demeanor, open to discussion on a broad variety of topics. If one doesn't look too deeply, she can come off as a dilettante, willing to go along with whatever is happening, to joke and smile and flatter as the situation requires. Among closer friends and acquaintances, one can begin to glean a deeper, more complex picture. She has a startlingly deep mind, and is always interested in learning more about the world.<br /> <br /> One thing that does not change between acquaintances and close friends; she is flirty. A touch here, a smile there, a brush of the tail... she loves physical contact, and getting people to like her for her body. There is, in her mind, a distinction between simple sex and true intimacy. Most will never know the latter, with her; as for the former, well... if her interest is piqued, if someone seems particularly deserving and shows interest... who knows what can happen?<br /> <br /> Anstarra likes to observe, and get to know people. Of late she's even taken to writing notes, observations on happenings and people around her. As a result, she has a reputation for being bookish, which amuses her privately, and she does little to dispel it. Some might call her devious, but to her mind it is simply a form of playfulness; after all, if someone really wanted to know what she was like, they could just ask. In the meantime she lets them keep their assumptions, as she makes her own.<br /> <br /> [[File:AnStudy.png|500px]]<br /> <br /> ==Combat==<br /> ===General===<br /> <br /> Anstarra lives and fights with spear in hand, or at least she used to. Her tribal sept's weapon of choice, the short spear, was the only thing she brought with her when she left home. As such, she is very much at ease with it, and with any other polearm; she is rarely seen without one. Tribal proclivities aside, the spear suits her temperament, as did the training of the Gridanian Lancers' Guild, once she joined it: direct, unhesitating, focused. She has always been a prodigy with the weapon, and is ready to draw in an eyeblink, to defend her friends or her cause.<br /> <br /> She moves lightly, but hits hard. Very few unnecessary flourishes; if she's fighting to kill, she's deadly serious. If it's a spar, she will likely be grinning; she loves a good challenge, the exchange of blows, the dance and flow of weapons and muscles. There is something beautiful about her when she fights, as if she has become more complete in some way.<br /> <br /> In recent days, however, Anstarra has not been seen with a spear. Not since returning from her disappearance. Instead, it is more common to spy her training with bow, or fist weapon, or even sporting an arcanist's grimoire (though this might just be her notebook). She makes no claims at excellence with these weapons, though her natural abilities and a lifetime of physical training render her a formidable combatant all the same. As of yet she has offered no explanation for the absence of the weapon which so defined her life.<br /> <br /> ==Tendencies==<br /> ===Likes===<br /> ::* Fish, red meats, rich sauces, sweets (particularly chocolate), alcohol.<br /> ::* Sunrises, strong wind, lightning, dappled shadows on clear water, pure cold weather, snow.<br /> ::* Physical activities, such a sparring, climbing, swimming, acrobatics, and sex. Learning new things.<br /> <br /> ===Dislikes===<br /> ::* Raw meats, too-spicy food, seafood which isn't fish, tepid drinks (she prefers very cold or very hot).<br /> ::* Rain, dull and overcast weather, too much sun when it's particularly hot, humidity.<br /> ::* Boredom, discussions which spiral in a circle, threats to her friends, condescension, hypocrisy.<br /> <br /> ===Hobbies/Talents===<br /> ::* Physical activities as a whole come to her easily and satisfy certain instinctive desires to move, and do.<br /> ::* She loves learning; her education was stunted as a tribal child, and her mind absorbs new content like a sponge. Magic in particular fascinates her, and aether sciences as a whole.<br /> ::* Social interaction. Anstarra has studied and since adopted many noble mannerisms, and can easily integrate with high society. She can also dress down and slum it on the docks, but has not had reason to do so for some time.<br /> <br /> ===Other===<br /> ::* Anstarra is now a Captain with the Maelstrom. She earned her first commission for acts of heroism and leadership during the assault on Castrum Meridianum by the Alliance, became a Lieutenant by being the highest-ranking soldier willing to volunteer for thankless duties among the First Foreign Levy stationed in Coerthas, and was promoted most recently again following the Dragonsong War's conclusion (where they needed someone a little reckless and not too hidebound to captain an experimental ceruleum-powered steamship). Her duties sometimes weigh heavily on her, but she is loyal, and does what needs to be done. {Essentially, when I am off at work, so is she~}<br /> ::* Her ship, the Iron Bitch, a strong medium-sized frigate with a full complement of 250, has not yet blown up. It is crewed mostly by familiar faces from the First Foreign, but also by a small complement of field-commissioned officer-Adventurers, including Jana Ridah and Virara Wakuwa.<br /> ::* She never speaks of her childhood and family, except to a very select few intimates.<br /> ::* Anstarra relishes actual combat, but despises senseless conflict, especially among fellows. She has nothing but disdain for those who would betray or work against their comrades for their own interests. This disdain can translate into violence. She does not consider physical altercations to be a sign of deep wounds festering over; rather she perceives an almost purgative role in simple brawling, after which problems can be set aside.<br /> <br /> ==Relationships==<br /> ===Family===<br /> <br /> Anstarra comes from a sept with what are considered 'traditional' values among tribal Seeker of the Sun miqo'te (strong patriarchal bend aside); as such, her father was a Nunh, and she has a fair number of brothers and sisters, both younger and older than her. Though her sire was prolific, the sept's brutal customs combine with nature's own hazards, keeping the population relatively stable.<br /> <br /> Anstarra does not talk about her family.<br /> <br /> There are good reasons for this, foremost being that she hates them all and would love nothing more than to see her whole sept fall into a volcanic rent. She also doesn't want anyone to go looking for them; not only would this possibly lead them back to her, but the world does not need more Falling Stars miqo'te wandering around, in Anstarra's opinion.<br /> <br /> At this time, both her parents are dead, and the only sibling whose existence she can be sure of is X'zarann Silverfall. Her one older brother, and now technically her Nunh. She wants as little as possible to do with him, despite him being perhaps the only living being who could explain her true heritage. He, on the other hand, sees her as his destined mate, the perfect female upon which to father a dynasty that will last until the end of days. Anstarra would gladly slit his throat, but she feels she owes him a debt; he publicly murdered their father, and enabled her flight from the sept in the chaos that followed.<br /> <br /> What she considers her true family are the hyur couple and their son who found and adopted her, a year after her escape. Living deep in the Shroud, in harmony with the elements, they eke out a living as herbalists of some small repute. Among Anstarra's happiest years were those spent with them; she still visits from time to time, and they welcome her home. Still, this connection she keeps private; she tells herself it's for their protection from her old sept, and while this is true, some part of her also yearns to keep this one part of her past pristine and untouched by the world.<br /> <br /> ===Friends===<br /> <br /> Anstarra has met many interesting people over the course of her days. Many have marked her, in one way or another; just as many have been affected, for good or ill, by knowing her. <br /> <br /> {This section is still under construction. Feel free to add your name, I'll toss on a comment sometime~}<br /> <br /> ::*'''Arblis Ellhis''', an exceptionally fun and energetic friend of great curiosity and ambition.<br /> <br /> ::*'''Barbarccia Valadis''', the woman who complicated her life immensely.<br /> <br /> ::*'''Clalaris Sil Laris''', an interesting sometimes-friend, a curiosity, past kept secret.<br /> <br /> ::*'''D'ranmaia Shenn''', a kind and devoted leader who knows not her own greatness, and how she touches the lives of others.<br /> <br /> ::*'''Enju Abbagliato''', a dear lover and fellow warrior/scholar, troubled and devoted.<br /> <br /> ::*'''Faye Covington''', a big sister of sorts, and symbol of nobility.<br /> <br /> ::*'''Flora Valerian''', a brave and dutiful girl who doesn't put up with An's nonsense.<br /> <br /> ::*'''Ghalleon Helseth''', a wise and learned man, devout, and probably the prettiest priest she's ever met.<br /> <br /> ::*'''Jana Ridah''', a fierce ally and crew-member, reliable and very enthusiastic in a fight.<br /> <br /> ::*'''Jihl Wilzuun''', a sweet girl who once salved her, and whom she is protective of.<br /> <br /> ::*'''Jil'enkette Denma''', a fun-loving gladiator girl she hasn't seen in some time.<br /> <br /> ::*'''Khira Lhizahla''', a clever and cunning adventurer, who's known the curse that love can be.<br /> <br /> ::*'''Khunbish Adarkim''', a curious traveler from afar, a stranger from strange lands cheerfully finding his way.<br /> <br /> ::*'''Kiht Jakkya''', a sister-in-arms, bold hunter-scholar, reclusive yet reliable and profoundly trusted.<br /> <br /> ::*'''Klynestyn Ketteram''', a gentle giant, wise and kind, hilarious and accident-prone.<br /> <br /> ::*'''Lan Darklyn''', a fellow in arms, ally, one of her oldest and most reliable friends.<br /> <br /> ::*'''Lost River''', a mage with a troubled history.<br /> <br /> ::*'''Mimi Horo''', a onetime lover, now tentative friend.<br /> <br /> ::*'''Nihka Mioni''', Anstarra's betrothed and beloved, friend to all, of deepest kindness and compassion, sweetest lover...<br /> <br /> ::*'''Ophelia Rainteau''', a onetime lover and now friend.<br /> <br /> ::*'''Orrin Halgren''', a brave dragoon, incorrigible ladies' man, hero and sometimes lover.<br /> <br /> ::*'''Piers Hayward''', a good man, stronger than he knows, handsome and kind, burdened yet unbowed.<br /> <br /> ::*'''Reppu Hijiri''', an intriguing princess and ninja, surrounded by strife.<br /> <br /> ::*'''R'shesha Otharn''', soul-sister to Nihka, clever and stoic, protector of her friends.<br /> <br /> ::*'''S'honji Hayakawa Nunh''', her onetime mate, then friend, now drifted apart.<br /> <br /> ::*'''S'imba Tia''', a disaster-prone male who tries so hard to be a hero, and sometimes even succeeds a little.<br /> <br /> ::*'''Spahro Llorn''', a total bitch and great friend, the two of which are not so mutually-exclusive, it turns out.<br /> <br /> ::*'''Sukoa no Dokusha''', a shy and gentle bringer of peace, diplomat and sage and sweetheart.<br /> <br /> ::*'''Terris Blackthorne''', a scarred refugee from a dark empire, burdened by redemption he can never earn. <br /> <br /> ::*'''Val Nunh''', a comrade in devotion, fellow warrior, and brother in spirit.<br /> <br /> ::*'''Verad Bellveil''', a dubious duskwight of not-unconsiderable charm.<br /> <br /> ::*'''Virara Wakuwa''', a somewhat disconcerting, yet stolid, stoic, reliable and deadly comrade-in-arms.<br /> <br /> ::*'''Zanzan Yanzan''', a charming and well-spoken mage, friend of the people, foe of evil.<br /> <br /> ::*'''Zaphir Zurlac''', a deeply knowledgeable mage of mysterious connections, scarred yet persevering.<br /> <br /> ===???===<br /> ::*'''X'cinna Ares''', one of her many half-sisters, an alcoholic who just might have a chance at happiness.<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> ::* '''Dravania'''; Anstarra's job with the Maelstrom was as liaison to Ishgard in Coerthas, and before serving with the Harbingers she undertook Dragoon training directly from the source. She has maintained strong ties with many other Ishgardian dragoons, as well as minor members of the Great Houses, and considers Ishgard's enemies to be her own. This view has softened, in light of the difficult questions raised at the end of the Dragonsong War, and she now must view Dravania as a place like any other, containing both light and dark.<br /> <br /> ===Enemies===<br /> <br /> Anstarra doesn't count many SPECIFIC enemies to her name. In fact, the only one she could name would be her brother.<br /> <br /> ::* '''X'zarann Silverfall''', her Nunh, who had her kidnapped by cultists and subjected to strange aetherial experiments. He has his own agenda, to be sure, though if it involves dragging her kicking and screaming back to the tribe he hasn't shown it yet. For some time Anstarra was ignorant of his actions, and especially their reason.. but upon a forced showdown with him in which she was shamed and defeated, she learned much and more. Now she sees him as the ultimate threat to her existence, and will use any means to see him dead.. even as he will, to force her to submit to him.<br /> <br /> ::* '''X'kirra Ares''', her half-sister (as are all girls of the sept born within that decade, give or take). A huntress from her sept with a fixation upon X'zarann and a serious hate for Anstarra. Kirra sees Anista as her nemesis, both for her storied and undefeated skill with a lance, and for the Nunh's obsession with her. A skilled and deadly fighter herself, she intends to show Zarann who is the more worthy mate, once and for all...<br /> <br /> Beyond this, she considers several organizations or states to be her enemies, as do most good people of Eorzea.<br /> <br /> ::* '''The Lambs of Dalamud'''; in addition to generally being evil jerks, they kidnapped her, secreted her to a ruined old Amdapori Keep, cut her open and strategically inserted materia at focal points in her body in accordance with a terrible and agonizing ritual. The materia were subsequently removed (by Barbarccia Valadis) upon her rescue (by S'honji Hayakawa, Mimiru Miru, Val Nunh and Anstarra's brother X'zarann Silverfall Nunh) and yet their energy had dissipated into Anstarra's aether by then, and they crumbled to dust. Two patterns had been described by the stones in her body, and had glowed through her skin: on her chest, the constellation representing Azeyma, the Warden (Anstarra's deity) and on her back, that of Althyk, the Keeper (the patron of her Sept). The significance of this was obscured for some time, but in time it became clear that it was a dual-edged gift which enabled her to absorb the aether directly from digested materia, in exchange for an even more heightened sensitivity to all aether. X'zarann's hand laid in both kidnapping and rescuing her, showing the Lambs to have been but pawns... all the same, Anstarra does not so easily forgive their role in her torment.<br /> <br /> ::* '''Garlemald'''; specifically the special task force which faced off with the Harbingers, and stole a strange orb somehow related to Leviathan, which had taken up residence in the Harbingers' Primarch Zularti Vensar's head where his right eye should have been. The final outcome of the battle with those forces cost the lives of two people Anstarra considered her friends, which has led her to introspection over the pain of loss, and an extension of her circle of empathy beyond herself...<br /> <br /> ==Rumors==<br /> ===Common Rumors===<br /> ::* &quot;Likes the cold, don't she? Seen 'er fightin' half naked in the snow, up in Coerthas. Crazy, 'f you ask me, but damned easy on the eyes.&quot; - Maelstrom Sergeant<br /> ::* &quot;Miss Silverain is a welcome client, affluent and fairly spoken. Nobility in the making, no doubt.&quot; - Ul'dah Banker<br /> ::* &quot;An excellent lancer. It's no surprise that she was able to receive Dragoon training in Ishgard, despite how insular they are. Natural talent like that is not to be spat upon.&quot; - Wood Wailer<br /> ::* &quot;I hear she was at Kokoripu Hohoripu's art auction... and made off with quite a trophy!&quot; &quot;Master Kokoripu's prize treasure? The one he held the silent auction for? How much do you suppose she paid for that?&quot; &quot;How often, you mean. She only left the house the following evening, from what I heard.&quot; &quot;Scandalous~!&quot; &quot;Ohohoho...&quot; - Ul'dahn Socialites<br /> <br /> ===Moderate Rumors===<br /> ::* &quot;Shady. Yeah, she has a retainer, this fancy elezen fellow, and I seen him talking to the kinds of guys you don't bring to tea parties, you know? Making contacts, that sort of thing. You didn't hear this from me.&quot; - Brass Blade<br /> ::* &quot;She used to be more fun. Struttin' the walkways and docks, showin' off 'er legs.. never turned down a dance or a drink. Or what comes after, 'f you catch my drift.&quot; &quot;Actually, I hear she's at it again, since she got that promotion.&quot; &quot;Where'd ya hear that?!&quot; &quot;Down at the Member, had quite a party...&quot; - Lominsan Sailors<br /> ::* &quot;It's peculiar, but I could have sworn her eyes used to be a different shade of green. And several moons prior to that, different again! Very odd.&quot; - Goldsmith<br /> ::* &quot;That's her, 'Mateus', right? Yeah, I swiped one of their portfolios, look [http://68.media.tumblr.com/281beeafbf7aafee067bc6e2876dcb31/tumblr_nj29njuT7i1smm21jo7_500.png here]. She shows up at the Rendezvous when they do those openings. Host Club. No, no, it's not a Brothel, they hate when people make that mistake...&quot; - Well-heeled Adventurer<br /> <br /> ===Rare Rumors===<br /> ::* &quot;She has a family out in the Shroud. Adopted, obviously; hyur, all three of them, herbalists who study the plants growing deep in the wood. They must have the Elementals' approval, they've been out there for many turns now.&quot; - Gridanian Woodworker<br /> ::* &quot;She's tempered I tell ya! Saw lightnin' crackling all over her, no one else was around, she didn't have no focus or book nor nothin'! You watch her!&quot; - Anonymous<br /> ::* &quot;There's so many white-haired Adventurers about I really didn't think much of it at first, but doesn't she look a LOT like those boys and girls at the Cat House? No, that's not the real name... Bright Ones or something. Couple score miqos all moved in at once into that one house in the Goblet, weird thing. Eh, whole neighborhood's full of freaks anyway.&quot; - Goblet Resident<br /> <br /> ===PC Rumors===<br /> ::* &quot;Truth be told, I don't know much about her. But she is a reliable and hard working woman. She was one of the members of the Harbingers and a good friend, that means that if you mess with her, I will put you in the ground.&quot; -Lan Darklyn<br /> ::* &quot;A very charming woman with a good sense for nonsense.&quot; - [[Verad Bellveil]]<br /> ::* &quot;The woman thinks too highly of herself. 'Tis a most unfortunate trend with adventurers.&quot; - [[Tengri Geneq]]<br /> ::* &quot;She is the Forerunner, Anis.... but she don't like being called that. Think her Outsider name is Ny... An'yan'starra?&quot; - [[X'cinna Ares]]<br /> ::* &quot;She's extremely deadly all of the time. I was at a party once and I watched her strip down and kill a man with her bare thighs. I had to buy her pants after that. - [[S'imba Tia]]<br /> ::* &quot;Her boat stinks of iron. She stinks of blood. It stirs the memory... She is too generous. I mislike it, being unable to refuse.&quot; - [[Virara Wakuwa]]<br /> <br /> ==History/Timeline==<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> ===Falling Stars===<br /> <br /> Little is known about the reclusive Falling Stars sept of the Lynx tribe of Seeker of the Sun Miqo'te. While it is unlikely that Anstarra is the only connection between her people and the rest of the world, several factors have kept them virtually unknown. For one, their location, in the cold and little-explored lands north and east of the Black Shroud. Finding their hunting lands is difficult enough; locating the sept itself, nigh-impossible. And then there is the ingrained xenophobia and hostility of the Falling Stars Miqo'te... strangers are invariably put to death, and the hunters know their lands well enough to always find others before they are found. Rare survivors of such encounters speak of primitive hunters with unnatural speed and strength, fighting and killing with a fierce kind of joy in their demeanor...<br /> <br /> There is much that is strange about the people of this hidden sept, as Anstarra could attest. But her adoptive parents warned her not to share what little even she knew about her people, otherwise assuredly the covetous and ambitious would seek them out. As to their true heritage, even Star has no idea.. such secrets were the domain of the males, specifically the Nunhs, whose dominance was unquestioned and all-encompassing.<br /> <br /> What she does know is that even among xenophobic tribal recluse societies, hers was one of the worst. Endowed with a (not entirely unjustified) sense of superiority, they tend to kill outsiders like one would slay any other wild beast that comes into their territory. Bloodsport and lethal competition is the norm; quick-healing and healthy, Falling Stars hunters do not hesitate to escalate feuds instantly, nor to kill one another over comparatively-minor disputes. The exception is with the Nunh, who, due to the special powers he wields, is nigh-untouchable and seen as something like unto a God.<br /> <br /> &lt;spoiler&gt; <br /> The origins of the Falling Stars Sept can be found thousands of turns ago, during the Fifth Astral Era. The scholars of Nym, beset by foes and illness alike, sought to discover the secrets of immortality. Whether the decision to do so was fractious, or they wished to keep such dangerous research away from their own city, is unknown. Whatever the reason, a secret, subterranean base was created in the frozen north, abutting on what is now the Coerthas Central Highlands. <br /> <br /> A small local sept of Miqo'te was chosen as test subjects; savages, yet healthy and vigorous. The life-twisting magics the scholars employed altered their specimens at a fundamental level, rendering them more easily mutable by forces of aether, and also stronger and faster, with superior muscles, the better to endure the testing. The experiments were quite successful; they even bred true to their children. Certain results could be attained by embedding materia at precise points in the subjects' bodies; after this initial 'activation', they became far more susceptible to mutation. Additionally, they gained the ability to ingest materia and gain its properties for a time.<br /> <br /> Excited by their success, the scholars pushed harder and harder... until their subjects rose up, laid waste to their patrons, and collectively fled into the wild. The base sealed itself down, and remains buried to this day... while the descendants of those escaped subjects live on, many leagues away, forever convinced of the enmity and inherent weakness of outsiders. The secrets for materia-embedding remain in the hands of the leaders, the Nunhs, granting them the power to keep the others under their heel, when they need it... most especially the powerful secrets of materia consumption, which can make a prepared user nigh-unstoppable. &lt;/spoiler&gt;<br /> <br /> ===Child of Savagery===<br /> The girl X'anista was born in 1555 of the Sixth Astral Era, to X'ares Nunh and X'ennaliss Orthos. Her birth mother died when she was three years old; in accordance with custom she was raised by her aunts and cousins after this point. The only full-blooded sibling she has is X'zarann, the first child born to X'ennaliss. Anstarra never found out whether her mother somehow refused to have other children after herself, or was unable to. Her sept speaks of the dead but rarely, and usually with derision. If she and X'zarann are any indication, though, she was beautiful, as well as strong. Of course, their father was Nunh...<br /> <br /> From a very young age, X'anista became a focus for attention. Her oldest memories involve violence.. and even in them, a spear was never far from her hand. Falling Stars kittens are taught to kill before they can walk; the grip, the grain, the balance of a thrust, the twist and slash.. and, most of all, to never be disarmed, to never be weak, to never lose. Cuts and breaks are common, as are young deaths. Scars, less so; it takes a truly deep and terrible wound to leave a scar on one of the Falling Stars, whose flesh knits and heals cleanly as part of their heritage.<br /> <br /> X'anista was never scarred, but she did kill.<br /> <br /> &lt;spoiler&gt;<br /> Her youngest memory of deliberately taking a person's life was at eight years of age. Three other children, two her age, one a year older, had teamed up against her; she doesn't remember their names, but she remembers their faces. They had challenged and tried to hurt her twice before, in exercises, and it made her angry. She had hurt them a little, in return. Then, one night she overheard two of the older huntresses speaking, wagering on whether they would try to kill her within this moon or the next. <br /> <br /> The following day, when groups were being formed up for sparring, she walked over to the oldest of her antagonists and put her spear through her throat, and twisted. She still remembers the shocked look, and the tears that had time to appear. The second one yelled and leapt at her. X'anista drew her spear back, and aimed it at the boy's solar plexus, and he died. His own weight bore him down, as the sharp stone tip clipped past his spine. She remembers feeling it, seeing the light leave his eyes, ilms from hers. He'd already dropped his spear.<br /> <br /> You mustn't drop your spear, she thought. That was stupid.<br /> <br /> The third one, another girl, stared at her, trembling, spear in hand, as X'anista pulled her weapon from her second kill. Then, she broke, turning to run. You mustn't run, either. X'anista's spear took her in the back, through a lung, and she didn't die until it was pulled out.<br /> <br /> That was the first day she noticed her father, the Nunh, look directly at her. His gaze, and his smile, predatory and approving, still sometimes haunt her dreams.<br /> &lt;/spoiler&gt;<br /> <br /> Even as a child, even among the Falling Stars warriors, her skill with a spear was remarkable. It seemed as natural as walking, as reflexive as breathing, when she used one; in training she was never alone, always partnered against older children or many at once. She was never humbled, and yet neither did she become arrogant and strutting. This, too, was talked of, as though she was possessed of an unearthly calm. In truth, from the day of her first kills, she lived with a bone-deep kind of terror that she never dared show to anyone. Years would pass, day in and day out, and always she had to surpass expectations, always she had to kill with an eyeblink. Hunting was her only solace; it was considered a waste of time to partner other children with her, and so barely more than a kitten was she pitted against full-grown coeurls and spine wolves and other beasts that could easily kill an unprepared adult hunter. This was not unheard-of, though still rare at her age. Other children tried to match her; usually they failed, or died, or both. <br /> <br /> It came to be a relief when another child would die. One less rival, one less threat, one less source of pressure to prove herself.<br /> <br /> Only two ever got close to her, if you can call it that. One was her older brother, X'zarann. His existence was a relief, a distraction, because among males he was being closely watched. His own skills were exceptional, and some whispered he would be Nunh someday. Perhaps he suffered no less pressure, no less fear than X'anista. They spoke little, but at least he seemed to understand the kind of madness she sometimes felt. On the other hand, the way he looked at her as she grew, as her young body began showing promise of what it would become, was not brotherly.<br /> <br /> The other was her half-brother, X'oran. Three years older, from another mother, he was the only one to treat her with any degree of care. If his attention began to teeter between brotherly and something more mature, as she approached her flowering, he nonetheless made her comfortable in ways that no one else did. Not her aunts, who saw her as an eventual rival. And not the children, who feared, hated and envied her. And not the Nunh... who watched her, with covetous eyes. At times, X'anista would dream of freedom, or would dream that X'oran would challenge the Nunh. He was one of the best hunters, and if it was him... but, he was still young. The odds of him actually challenging the nunh were yet slim.<br /> <br /> Then her flowering happened, and X'anista's dreams came true.<br /> <br /> It was in her twelfth year. Her body was beginning to show curves around hip and breast, and she was constantly adapting her fighting methods, feeling ungainly and coltish, gaining ilms of height overnight it seemed. Then one night, she woke to the scent of blood, and for a moment thought one of the others had finally managed to sneak up on her in her sleep - they'd tried before - but no, the blood was not from a wound. This was far worse. There are few secrets in a sept, and hers did not outlast the coming of the dawn; her scent made it clear, and word spread like wildfire.<br /> <br /> X'ares Nunh came to see her. The Nunh, the terrifying warrior god in living flesh, who had watched her patiently over the years, waiting for this day. Her father.<br /> <br /> Never had she felt so naked, so small and weak, standing before him as he cupped her chin and examined her, tilting her face this way and that. As his eyes roved over her body, while the whole sept looked on. It would happen sometimes, like this, when a young huntress came of age, that he would examine her, and make his decision. Now? Later? There was never refusal, not a question of if, only when.<br /> <br /> For X'anista, it would be tomorrow.<br /> <br /> That day and night were the longest in her life. No other male was allowed near her, in case one would seek to poach the Nunh's right - punishable by death, but success could mean an undermining of the leader's authority, and perhaps a new Nunh. The huntresses were assiduous, though; some saw it as a punishment for the arrogance she must surely conceal. Others saw it as an honor, so young, to be taken the day after. She would still be bleeding. It was romantic, to their minds; to X'anista's, it was a nightmare. She wanted to talk to X'oran, or even X'zarann, to be reassured, or protected, or anything.. but it was impossible. She remembered seeing the stricken look on X'oran's face, briefly. X'zarann had seemed uninterested... that night, she prayed to Azeyma, that the next day she would be saved.<br /> <br /> At noon, the impossible happened, as though in answer to her prayers. X'oran challenged their father, challenged the Nunh, for leadership. There was no circle of trial, no limits, no protocol, other than that no one was to interfere. A challenge was sacred. Space was made, and it began. X'anista watched, prayed, fear and hope filling her to bursting, as her brother fought... for her, she knew. There could be no other reason. He fought bravely, fiercely, displaying skill that no one suspected. It was as though the goddess possessed him. Spears flashed in the bright light, as the two males clashed, one young and fierce, the other old and powerful.<br /> <br /> It was closer than it should have been. X'oran landed a cut on the Nunh's face, and X'anista dared hope for a moment.<br /> <br /> Then the Nunh laughed, and grabbed his rival's spear, wrenching it from his grip almost contemptuously. And drove both lances through X'oran's chest, pinning him to the ground, and killing him. Then he called for a feast, and there was a feast.<br /> <br /> X'anista remembers none of it. Perhaps she was in shock. X'oran had been left where he laid, his own spear still impaling him; her eyes kept going to the sight. People laughed and joked and cheered, and the Nunh, her father, her heart-brother's killer, had her sit by his side as the festivities continued. She had never been more unaware, more helpless than that day; anyone could have slit her throat, then, and she wouldn't have put up a fight. She almost would have welcomed it.<br /> <br /> Which made it all the more astonishing when her father's blood exploded over her.<br /> <br /> He had turned his head to contemplate her, his child, his trophy, his soon-to-be conquest. Perhaps that was the distraction X'zarann had been waiting for. Sitting at the Nunh's left hand, as the most honored (still-living) hunter in the sept, he'd given every evidence the whole time of enjoying the festivities, had roared as well as everyone else at X'ares' victory in the challenge, had drank and feasted. And now, without warning, breaking all custom, he moved like lightning and ripped a jagged knife across the Nunh's throat from behind. Blood showered Anstarra's face, who had just turned to look up at him. That face that displayed shock, and rage, and, for the first time in anyone's memory, fear. He gripped X'zarann's wrist, just for a moment seeming truly invincible.. and then his mouth opened wide, and a spearhead drove out of it like a protruding tongue, as X'anista's blood-brother pushed the Nunh's own spear through the back of his head with his other hand. <br /> <br /> Mayhem ensued.<br /> <br /> X'anista remembers little of her flight. Only two things. X'zarann's eyes, briefly meeting hers, triumphant. And snatching up X'oran's spear, from his body. She ran, and ran, and ran, shedding her blood-soaked clothes, diving through a lake, carrying only the spear, always spear in hand.<br /> <br /> ===Spear in Hand===<br /> =====Part 1: A Young Girl in the Woods=====<br /> Twelve years old, naked, covered in blood, fleeing through the chilly northern tundra with not a possession to her name, save only the spear which had belonged to the one person she cared about, pulled from his cold body.<br /> <br /> Things were starting to look up for X'anista. <br /> <br /> For she was free. Free of her tribe, of her sept, of the pressure and jealousy and deadly games... free of her father, and her brother, and the other huntresses who looked on her with envy and spite and fear. And free she intended to remain, so she did not slow in her flight; she ran for two days straight, before her first stolen nap. She ate herbs and cold meat, animals she came upon at a run, taking them by surprise and slaying them before they could react. Fish and birds and small game mostly; the larger beasts she dared not take time to butcher, and thus avoided them as best she could. X'anista had left the camp in chaos, so she knew she had a head start... what she did not know was how long it would take for the others to give chase. If they even would.<br /> <br /> At first, her every thought was calculated into flight, but as hours turned into days without any sign of pursuit, her mind would flicker back to the events leading to her escape. How unlikely it was, how impossible, that the Nunh should be dead. And taken by surprise.. X'anista had once witnessed him snatch an arrow out of the air, an arrow that had come in from behind, out of hiding. He had been training, but she knew when he trained he did not tell the huntresses what weapons to take, and let them hide themselves beforehand. Yet he always knew. He was never bested.<br /> <br /> X'zarann had bested him though. Killed him, suddenly and brutally. Would he be Nunh now? He had gone against all custom; that alone would be cause for dispute, maybe even outright fighting. Custom was law, was unbreakable. What would happen? All she knew, deep in her bones, was that she would see X'zarann again. His eyes had told her as much, eyes like their father's, cruel and cunning and implacable. Eyes like her own, determined and fierce and hard. Someday they would face off once more. And then... then she would see.<br /> <br /> <br /> Eventually, the land grew warmer. It was hard to tell in the north, but down here it was summer, and so tundra gave way to grasslands, then sparse woods.. and then suddenly, like a great, dark wall, to the Black Shroud.<br /> <br /> X'anista knew of the Shroud; the Cursed Lands, her people called it. The true limit of their territory... testament, she would later know upon studying maps of Eorzea, of their arrogance, that they should lay claim to such a massive stretch of land. All she knew at the time was that in the woods she might escape her people, who would not dare enter... and between the terror she knew and the terror she didn't, she preferred the unknown in this instance. After spending days - or was it weeks now? - in flight, not daring even to stop and make clothes for herself, carrying a spear and a hastily-obtained, uncured skin which served as a carrying bag for spare cuts of meat, she was ready to brave the ghosts and demons said to haunt the Cursed Lands if it could mean even a few hours' rest. And so, she entered, leaving the grass and open sky behind for the first time in her life, to take refuge in the dappled shadows of the Shroud.<br /> <br /> <br /> The girl from the north had never been in a forest, yet there are certain tricks and techniques for survival that serve in good stead anywhere. Find a source of water. Shelter to sleep. Cover your tracks. Negate your scent. Mind the wind. Learn the plants. Learn the predators. Learn the prey. Falling Stars kittens had to know how to survive from the youngest age in the harshest of conditions; this was no worse, and in many ways far better, for she had no fear of being caught out and killed by one of her fellow huntresses.<br /> <br /> Soon, the Shroud, the Cursed Lands of her youth, came to be X'anista's sanctuary. For the first time in as far back as she could remember, the consuming terror that had gripped her very soul began to ease.<br /> <br /> She still had to be careful, of course; the Shroud was filled with predators, with poisonous plants, with hidden dangers and threats. But these were natural things, normal things, and she was stronger and faster and more lethal than anything her size had any right to be, with a young lifetime of training in awareness and hunting and survival. She never made a large print on the land; instinct, or something deeper, told her that there was.. if not a curse, then something dangerous, something aware about this place, that would not take kindly to intruders who overstepped themselves. She was used to acting small and humble, though, and here it just felt natural to do so. <br /> <br /> And so time passed, and the seasons changed, slipping into fall, and winter. It grew cold, but never like it had been in the north, and X'anista bore it easily. Winter passed on into spring, and she never saw another soul... not until summer had come again, and before she knew it it had been a year since she had left her people. A year since she had seen ANY people; even more than before she was a savage girl, now. She'd never seen fit to replace her clothes, dressing only in scraps of pelt and thongs of dried gut which served to hold the little bags and satchels she'd made for herself, filled with self-made hunting tools, herbs, and a few pretty stones she'd found in a riverbed. Her skin was bronzed, her hair kept hacked short, her nails dirty and face smudged.<br /> <br /> This was how the boy found her, when suddenly he appeared in her camp. The boy she would call brother, and eventually more.<br /> <br /> &lt;spoiler&gt;<br /> A dream, a memory...<br /> <br /> The scene tears away in a scattering of wind. Wind blowing, more gently now, in a deep howl through the woods. The light gleams off his hair as you watch, hair like you've never seen before, an Outsider's hair. No highlights, just an unbroken gold, in this light. Later, when it wasn't sunset, you would note the reddish tinge to it, and far later still the term 'rolanberry blonde' would be learned, but right now all you can do is stare at this... person. At his hair, unbroken by ears. Your first, dizzy impression was that he was deaf, and mutilated, for he had no ears, and no tail, how could he even walk! Then distantly you would recall that Outsiders were like that sometimes, that they could have tiny ears and no tails, and was it any wonder they were so deaf, so slow, so clumsy?<br /> <br /> This one seems so to you. Leaves surround you, thick leaves, verdant, vibrant, summer's foliage. Summer was different from winter, here in the Cursed Lands, you had found that out in the past year that you've existed here.<br /> <br /> Fear ripples through the scene, but it is strange. Not the bone-deep, forever fear you've always known. You're older now. Thirteen? That seems right. The sept is far. No one chased. No one followed. Somehow. It's been a year since you ran. You've seen no one, no one at all, only beasts... and now this. An Outsider.<br /> <br /> The fear is an apprehension, a quick spike. You're the Outsider, now. These are HIS lands. Outsiders were killed. This was law. If he saw you, he would kill you, possibly eat you. But he was entering your camp... it wasn't much, it was simple and hidden, but it has your stones and your spare spears and some pretty things - flowers, the name washes over your consciousness, a word you didn't yet know - and they are yours. Anger spikes in your heart, and you tighten your grip on your spear, and prepare to kill him.<br /> <br /> It will be easy. He's deaf.<br /> <br /> &quot;Hello?&quot;<br /> <br /> Your eyes widen. Deaf, and stupid! Giving his position away, so loudly! It's so unbelievable that you almost drop your guard... but instead remain still. Waiting for the right moment. It could be a trick, a trap. Outsiders were tricky. He has such strange clothes. It was so warm here, yet he was covered. Like an elder, one whose skin has gone frail. His arms were exposed, and his face, and his throat, but that was it. Stupid. Strange. Curiosity burns in you. You haven't..<br /> <br /> You haven't spoken in a year.<br /> <br /> A shake, and sudden tension. He's walking under your tree. You ready... and then drop, hitting him. He's too surprised to cry out, your spear a bar over his throat, your hand on his mouth as you smash him to the ground. His eyes are wide, shocked as he stares at you. Eyes a dark, rich brown, like earth, like a tree. He's perfectly still; his hand was on his belt knife, but he's smart enough not to draw, since your spear slid those last ilms and now blade was against throat.<br /> <br /> Everything is still, as he looks at you. As you look at him.<br /> <br /> You feel him swallow, feel his heart pound under you, but his eyes... they stare at you with such fascination. You haven't seen a person - he's an Outsider! - in a year. You find yourself swallowing again, and your hand slowly lifts from his mouth, though your spear does not move an ilm.<br /> <br /> He seems so helpless, feels so light. He's bigger, but weighs less than you. You remembered hearing Outsiders were slight, and frail, with soft muscles. It's hard to feel.. to feel threatened.<br /> <br /> To feel afraid.<br /> <br /> Your tail twitches a little, and you realize you've been staring at him for some time, your whole body pressed down on his, and a light flush has entered his cheeks. You blink.. and capriciously twitch a little.. and blink again as you see his flush deepen, and feel another response, down below. Somehow, rather than being unsettling.. it makes you feel good. In control. Strong.<br /> <br /> He clears his throat, a little. Carefully; your spear hasn't moved.<br /> <br /> &quot;Ah.. hello. I'm Kian. Please don't kill me.&quot;<br /> <br /> You blink at him again, and lick your lips. Swallowing, trying your throat.<br /> <br /> &quot;Stupid... Kian.&quot;<br /> <br /> He blinks in return.<br /> <br /> &quot;Stupid Kian. Loud Kian. My camp.&quot;<br /> <br /> He grins, brightly, and it's such a childlike, cheerful expression that you almost jerk back.<br /> <br /> &quot;Sorry! I.. didn't know! You're.. you're not from around here, huh? It's okay!&quot; he adds quickly as you tense. &quot;Plenty of Shroud for everyone, yeah? Are you.. are you alone?&quot;<br /> <br /> The question seems strange... and at the same time hits you in a place you didn't know existed. A shudder runs over you, and you jump back, off him.<br /> <br /> &quot;Alone...&quot;<br /> <br /> He picks himself up, moving slowly, gently, as though you were a wild animal. Perhaps you are. He nods, and slowly opens a belt pouch, pulling out a small package. You frown, curiosity intense as he undoes strings - made from what? not gut string - and opens it, revealing several small orbs the color of his eyes.<br /> <br /> &quot;Um.. would you like a chocolate?&quot;<br /> <br /> &lt;/spoiler&gt;<br /> <br /> It was a slow process, but eventually the young midlander named Kian gained X'anista's trust. His parents, Joan and Bors, were eccentrics who had decided to make a home for themselves deep in the Shroud. Joan had studied conjury in Stillglade Fane, in Gridania, and at each solstice and equinox would perform cleansing rituals to rid their home of woodsin. Bors was an alchemist and herbologist, also from Gridania, with a deep respect for the elementals. Like X'anista, they never took more than they needed, using only dead wood to build their house and furniture, then shoring it up through gentle conjury and alchemy until it was as comfortable as any place in the city. At times one or more of them would travel to other small outposts, or even the city itself, but such occasions were rare.<br /> <br /> At first, it was difficult going; the savage girl their son had found could barely speak, would not sleep indoors, would not suffer to be touched, except by Kian. Bors recognized the danger in her, like a wild beast... yet his wife's heart could not help but go out to the poor girl, and in time he grew to feel the same. It took time, and patience, and there were setbacks... but at length <br /> <br /> Finally, X'anista's old wounds began to heal over. She decided to give up her old name, to rid herself of her past, instead taking up a new one. Anstarra. She grew close to her adoptive family, her mother and father and brother, and knew love for the first time. In all its forms... for as her body properly matured, she found herself looking at Kian in different ways than before, and he, so bold at times, would blush and do the same. For though he was a couple years older than her, his family's hermit existence had given him little experience with girls... and here was one whose burgeoning beauty was lost on no one, not even her parents (to their occasional discomfort, but more frequent joy). Things started in the usual way, a tentative process of kissing and touching that quickly and suddenly blossomed into outright passion.<br /> <br /> &lt;spoiler&gt;<br /> Here, Anstarra discovered something new about herself. She who had never let herself be touched gently, who could never expect it, found that her body responded with great warmth to caresses, kisses, and other such things. She would remember how the other females in her sept seemingly abandoned themselves so completely to the Nunh's attentions, and realized that on some level this desire was in her blood. But unlike how it might have been, when she gave up her maidenhood to Kian it was a gift and not a theft; a thing of beauty and joy, rather than slavery and abandonment. From then on she determined that she would be the one to seize her passions, that she would seek pleasure with her own will, and if she gave herself up to pleasure it would always be her choice.<br /> &lt;/spoiler&gt;<br /> <br /> It was at this time that Joan taught Anstarra about certain herbs that grew only in this, eastern part of the Shroud. Brewed into a tea, within three days of lovemaking, they would curtail any chance of pregnancy. This she did with a mixture of reticence and sagacity; perhaps more than Anstarra herself, Joan sensed the wild potency of the young miqo'te girl's passions. She could try to guilt her into abstinence and responsibility... or she could teach her caution, and protection, and let a soul that had known only suffering in its youth find joy however it could. For Joan saw another thing, before anyone else; that though her little Star loved Kian now, though they snuggled together and displayed all the wild and heedless adoration of youth, she knew it would not last. That this Star would travel far away, and would know many lovers, before coming to earth. The years since have not proven her wrong...<br /> <br /> =====Part 2: A Lancer Comes=====<br /> <br /> =====Part 3: Of Storms and Dragons=====<br /> <br /> ===The Collared Dragon===<br /> <br /> ===Moon's Widow===<br /> <br /> ===Recently...===<br /> (1/16/2017)<br /> Life has taken many twists and turns for Anstarra, but at the same time things are looking up. The threat of her tribe rose and fell and now simmers, quietly waiting to continue... yet she is far from bored, preoccupied with her [http://ffxiv-roleplayers.com/showthread.php?tid=17401 Captaincy of the Iron Bitch and responsibilities to the Maelstrom], her unusual (and extremely secret) fate as one of the [http://hostingstars.shivtr.com/ Stars of Destiny], her [http://ffxiv-roleplayers.com/showthread.php?tid=16070 investigations into cultists around Highbridge, and the affair of the Vylbrandi Chocobo], and any other number of amusements and preoccupations. For once, however, her love life couldn't be better. Engaged to and enamored of her lover Nihka, yet both of them still free to pursue and indulge in other lovers (as is often the miqo'te way), she finds pleasure and solace both in her own bed and others'... free to indulge her desires without guilt or recrimination (if not entirely without consequence, rumor mills being what they are).<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> (10/13/2014)<br /> It's a busy time to be Anstarra. Aside from her unrelenting (and sometimes tedious) duties for the Maelstrom, and the responsibilities she bears as a member of the Harbingers, she has become personally involved in two distinct affairs which are both tied in with her friend (and now partner-in-crime, so to speak), Verad Bellveil. One involves unfounded accusations leveled at him by the Wood Wailers of Quarrymill, and has led to becoming embroiled in a bitter conflict between desperate refugees and the ostensible forces of law and order in the Shroud. The other involves a vendetta between Verad and a nefarious criminal in Ul'dah's underworld, with his hired Brass Blade goons, and has seen Star and Verad infiltrating a warehouse and exposing illegal goods within, which was repaid by a savage beating which Verad is still recovering from, having taken sole blame for it.<br /> <br /> ==Annotations==<br /> <br /> This Template was created by [[Deirdre Ta'ea]]</div>

B'habra https://wiki.ffxiv-roleplayers.com/index.php?title=Anstarra_Silverain&diff=247629 2017-05-25T16:52:43Z

<p>B'habra: </p> <hr /> <div>&lt;Slowly getting updated. If you want more info... find me in-game! And I love rumors, feel free to add~&gt;<br /> <br /> {{Infobox-character<br /> | name = Anstarra Silverain<br /> | image = AnComingStorm.png<br /> | imagewidth = 700<br /> | caption = A coming storm<br /> | title = Skybreaker...<br /> | gender = Female<br /> | citizenship = Gridania<br /> | race = Miqo'te<br /> | clan = Seeker of the Sun<br /> | stat_1 = Tribe<br /> | stat_1_value = Lynx ('She')<br /> | stat_2 = Birth Name<br /> | stat_2_value = X'anista (told to no one)<br /> | stat_3 = Nickname(s)<br /> | stat_3_value = An, Star<br /> | stat_4 = <br /> | stat_4_value = <br /> | stat_5 = <br /> | stat_5_value = <br /> | stat_6 = <br /> | stat_6_value = <br /> }}<br /> <br /> <br /> ==Character==<br /> ===General===<br /> <br /> This is the tale of a girl, grown from a savage tribal upbringing into an upstanding patriot of the Alliance. Her existence is dualistic, between the happy, normal(ish) life she has with [http://ffxiv-roleplayers.com/showthread.php?tid=9139 Dubious Distributions], and her second life as an adventurer, monster-hunter, dungeon-delver, and all-around unsung hero. Which is how she likes it: unsung. To most people, she's just a pretty girl who's pretty good with a lance.. or bow.. or blade.. or book.. or turn of phrase. Whatever the day calls for.<br /> <br /> [[File:AnCool.png|500px]]<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> [[File:AnRelaxing.png|500px|right]]<br /> <br /> ===Appearance===<br /> <br /> Anstarra stands somewhat on the short side for female miqo'te.. which of course puts her far beneath most midlander hyurs, though she carries herself like someone taller. She has full, sensuous lips, lustrous green eyes and the blue-marked white hair characteristic of her sept of the Lynx tribe (when it's not dyed, that is). She has been described as beautiful, a trait which has alternately cursed and blessed her existence.<br /> <br /> Though she moves with supple grace and lightness of step, Anstarra is rather heavier than you would expect; this is owed to a dense, high-grade musculature that renders her far stronger than her appearance would suggest (though she DOES look athletic and toned, one would not suspect what her muscles can do, until one touches them), comparable in power to a male roegadyn of similar athletic propensity. This trait is a genetic one, possessed of all members of the Falling Stars sept.<br /> <br /> ===Behavior===<br /> <br /> People's first impressions of Star tend to be positive. She has a pleasant, welcoming demeanor, open to discussion on a broad variety of topics. If one doesn't look too deeply, she can come off as a dilettante, willing to go along with whatever is happening, to joke and smile and flatter as the situation requires. Among closer friends and acquaintances, one can begin to glean a deeper, more complex picture. She has a startlingly deep mind, and is always interested in learning more about the world.<br /> <br /> One thing that does not change between acquaintances and close friends; she is flirty. A touch here, a smile there, a brush of the tail... she loves physical contact, and getting people to like her for her body. There is, in her mind, a distinction between simple sex and true intimacy. Most will never know the latter, with her; as for the former, well... if her interest is piqued, if someone seems particularly deserving and shows interest... who knows what can happen?<br /> <br /> Anstarra likes to observe, and get to know people. Of late she's even taken to writing notes, observations on happenings and people around her. As a result, she has a reputation for being bookish, which amuses her privately, and she does little to dispel it. Some might call her devious, but to her mind it is simply a form of playfulness; after all, if someone really wanted to know what she was like, they could just ask. In the meantime she lets them keep their assumptions, as she makes her own.<br /> <br /> [[File:AnStudy.png|500px]]<br /> <br /> ==Combat==<br /> ===General===<br /> <br /> Anstarra lives and fights with spear in hand, or at least she used to. Her tribal sept's weapon of choice, the short spear, was the only thing she brought with her when she left home. As such, she is very much at ease with it, and with any other polearm; she is rarely seen without one. Tribal proclivities aside, the spear suits her temperament, as did the training of the Gridanian Lancers' Guild, once she joined it: direct, unhesitating, focused. She has always been a prodigy with the weapon, and is ready to draw in an eyeblink, to defend her friends or her cause.<br /> <br /> She moves lightly, but hits hard. Very few unnecessary flourishes; if she's fighting to kill, she's deadly serious. If it's a spar, she will likely be grinning; she loves a good challenge, the exchange of blows, the dance and flow of weapons and muscles. There is something beautiful about her when she fights, as if she has become more complete in some way.<br /> <br /> In recent days, however, Anstarra has not been seen with a spear. Not since returning from her disappearance. Instead, it is more common to spy her training with bow, or fist weapon, or even sporting an arcanist's grimoire (though this might just be her notebook). She makes no claims at excellence with these weapons, though her natural abilities and a lifetime of physical training render her a formidable combatant all the same. As of yet she has offered no explanation for the absence of the weapon which so defined her life.<br /> <br /> ==Tendencies==<br /> ===Likes===<br /> ::* Fish, red meats, rich sauces, sweets (particularly chocolate), alcohol.<br /> ::* Sunrises, strong wind, lightning, dappled shadows on clear water, pure cold weather, snow.<br /> ::* Physical activities, such a sparring, climbing, swimming, acrobatics, and sex. Learning new things.<br /> <br /> ===Dislikes===<br /> ::* Raw meats, too-spicy food, seafood which isn't fish, tepid drinks (she prefers very cold or very hot).<br /> ::* Rain, dull and overcast weather, too much sun when it's particularly hot, humidity.<br /> ::* Boredom, discussions which spiral in a circle, threats to her friends, condescension, hypocrisy.<br /> <br /> ===Hobbies/Talents===<br /> ::* Physical activities as a whole come to her easily and satisfy certain instinctive desires to move, and do.<br /> ::* She loves learning; her education was stunted as a tribal child, and her mind absorbs new content like a sponge. Magic in particular fascinates her, and aether sciences as a whole.<br /> ::* Social interaction. Anstarra has studied and since adopted many noble mannerisms, and can easily integrate with high society. She can also dress down and slum it on the docks, but has not had reason to do so for some time.<br /> <br /> ===Other===<br /> ::* Anstarra is now a Captain with the Maelstrom. She earned her first commission for acts of heroism and leadership during the assault on Castrum Meridianum by the Alliance, became a Lieutenant by being the highest-ranking soldier willing to volunteer for thankless duties among the First Foreign Levy stationed in Coerthas, and was promoted most recently again following the Dragonsong War's conclusion (where they needed someone a little reckless and not too hidebound to captain an experimental ceruleum-powered steamship). Her duties sometimes weigh heavily on her, but she is loyal, and does what needs to be done. {Essentially, when I am off at work, so is she~}<br /> ::* Her ship, the Iron Bitch, a strong medium-sized frigate with a full complement of 250, has not yet blown up. It is crewed mostly by familiar faces from the First Foreign, but also by a small complement of field-commissioned officer-Adventurers, including Jana Ridah and Virara Wakuwa.<br /> ::* She never speaks of her childhood and family, except to a very select few intimates.<br /> ::* Anstarra relishes actual combat, but despises senseless conflict, especially among fellows. She has nothing but disdain for those who would betray or work against their comrades for their own interests. This disdain can translate into violence. She does not consider physical altercations to be a sign of deep wounds festering over; rather she perceives an almost purgative role in simple brawling, after which problems can be set aside.<br /> <br /> ==Relationships==<br /> ===Family===<br /> <br /> Anstarra comes from a sept with what are considered 'traditional' values among tribal Seeker of the Sun miqo'te (strong patriarchal bend aside); as such, her father was a Nunh, and she has a fair number of brothers and sisters, both younger and older than her. Though her sire was prolific, the sept's brutal customs combine with nature's own hazards, keeping the population relatively stable.<br /> <br /> Anstarra does not talk about her family.<br /> <br /> There are good reasons for this, foremost being that she hates them all and would love nothing more than to see her whole sept fall into a volcanic rent. She also doesn't want anyone to go looking for them; not only would this possibly lead them back to her, but the world does not need more Falling Stars miqo'te wandering around, in Anstarra's opinion.<br /> <br /> At this time, both her parents are dead, and the only sibling whose existence she can be sure of is X'zarann Silverfall. Her one older brother, and now technically her Nunh. She wants as little as possible to do with him, despite him being perhaps the only living being who could explain her true heritage. He, on the other hand, sees her as his destined mate, the perfect female upon which to father a dynasty that will last until the end of days. Anstarra would gladly slit his throat, but she feels she owes him a debt; he publicly murdered their father, and enabled her flight from the sept in the chaos that followed.<br /> <br /> What she considers her true family are the hyur couple and their son who found and adopted her, a year after her escape. Living deep in the Shroud, in harmony with the elements, they eke out a living as herbalists of some small repute. Among Anstarra's happiest years were those spent with them; she still visits from time to time, and they welcome her home. Still, this connection she keeps private; she tells herself it's for their protection from her old sept, and while this is true, some part of her also yearns to keep this one part of her past pristine and untouched by the world.<br /> <br /> ===Friends===<br /> <br /> Anstarra has met many interesting people over the course of her days. Many have marked her, in one way or another; just as many have been affected, for good or ill, by knowing her. <br /> <br /> {This section is still under construction. Feel free to add your name, I'll toss on a comment sometime~}<br /> <br /> ::*'''Arblis Ellhis''', an exceptionally fun and energetic friend of great curiosity and ambition.<br /> <br /> ::*'''Barbarccia Valadis''', the woman who complicated her life immensely.<br /> <br /> ::*'''Clalaris Sil Laris''', an interesting sometimes-friend, a curiosity, past kept secret.<br /> <br /> ::*'''D'ranmaia Shenn''', a kind and devoted leader who knows not her own greatness, and how she touches the lives of others.<br /> <br /> ::*'''Enju Abbagliato''', a dear lover and fellow warrior/scholar, troubled and devoted.<br /> <br /> ::*'''Faye Covington''', a big sister of sorts, and symbol of nobility.<br /> <br /> ::*'''Flora Valerian''', a brave and dutiful girl who doesn't put up with An's nonsense.<br /> <br /> ::*'''Ghalleon Helseth''', a wise and learned man, devout, and probably the prettiest priest she's ever met.<br /> <br /> ::*'''Jana Ridah''', a fierce ally and crew-member, reliable and very enthusiastic in a fight.<br /> <br /> ::*'''Jihl Wilzuun''', a sweet girl who once salved her, and whom she is protective of.<br /> <br /> ::*'''Jil'enkette Denma''', a fun-loving gladiator girl she hasn't seen in some time.<br /> <br /> ::*'''Khira Lhizahla''', a clever and cunning adventurer, who's known the curse that love can be.<br /> <br /> ::*'''Khunbish Adarkim''', a curious traveler from afar, a stranger from strange lands cheerfully finding his way.<br /> <br /> ::*'''Kiht Jakkya''', a sister-in-arms, bold hunter-scholar, reclusive yet reliable and profoundly trusted.<br /> <br /> ::*'''Klynestyn Ketteram''', a gentle giant, wise and kind, hilarious and accident-prone.<br /> <br /> ::*'''Lan Darklyn''', a fellow in arms, ally, one of her oldest and most reliable friends.<br /> <br /> ::*'''Lost River''', a mage with a troubled history.<br /> <br /> ::*'''Mimi Horo''', a onetime lover, now tentative friend.<br /> <br /> ::*'''Nihka Mioni''', Anstarra's betrothed and beloved, friend to all, of deepest kindness and compassion, sweetest lover...<br /> <br /> ::*'''Ophelia Rainteau''', a onetime lover and now friend.<br /> <br /> ::*'''Orrin Halgren''', a brave dragoon, incorrigible ladies' man, hero and sometimes lover.<br /> <br /> ::*'''Piers Hayward''', a good man, stronger than he knows, handsome and kind, burdened yet unbowed.<br /> <br /> ::*'''Reppu Hijiri''', an intriguing princess and ninja, surrounded by strife.<br /> <br /> ::*'''R'shesha Otharn''', soul-sister to Nihka, clever and stoic, protector of her friends.<br /> <br /> ::*'''S'honji Hayakawa Nunh''', her onetime mate, then friend, now drifted apart.<br /> <br /> ::*'''S'imba Tia''', a disaster-prone male who tries so hard to be a hero, and sometimes even succeeds a little.<br /> <br /> ::*'''Spahro Llorn''', a total bitch and great friend, the two of which are not so mutually-exclusive, it turns out.<br /> <br /> ::*'''Sukoa no Dokusha''', a shy and gentle bringer of peace, diplomat and sage and sweetheart.<br /> <br /> ::*'''Terris Blackthorne''', a scarred refugee from a dark empire, burdened by redemption he can never earn. <br /> <br /> ::*'''Val Nunh''', a comrade in devotion, fellow warrior, and brother in spirit.<br /> <br /> ::*'''Verad Bellveil''', a dubious duskwight of not-unconsiderable charm.<br /> <br /> ::*'''Virara Wakuwa''', a somewhat disconcerting, yet stolid, stoic, reliable and deadly comrade-in-arms.<br /> <br /> ::*'''Zanzan Yanzan''', a charming and well-spoken mage, friend of the people, foe of evil.<br /> <br /> ::*'''Zaphir Zurlac''', a deeply knowledgeable mage of mysterious connections, scarred yet persevering.<br /> <br /> ===???===<br /> ::*'''X'cinna Ares''', one of her many half-sisters, an alcoholic who just might have a chance at happiness.<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> ::* '''Dravania'''; Anstarra's job with the Maelstrom was as liaison to Ishgard in Coerthas, and before serving with the Harbingers she undertook Dragoon training directly from the source. She has maintained strong ties with many other Ishgardian dragoons, as well as minor members of the Great Houses, and considers Ishgard's enemies to be her own. This view has softened, in light of the difficult questions raised at the end of the Dragonsong War, and she now must view Dravania as a place like any other, containing both light and dark.<br /> <br /> ===Enemies===<br /> <br /> Anstarra doesn't count many SPECIFIC enemies to her name. In fact, the only one she could name would be her brother.<br /> <br /> ::* '''X'zarann Silverfall''', her Nunh, who had her kidnapped by cultists and subjected to strange aetherial experiments. He has his own agenda, to be sure, though if it involves dragging her kicking and screaming back to the tribe he hasn't shown it yet. For some time Anstarra was ignorant of his actions, and especially their reason.. but upon a forced showdown with him in which she was shamed and defeated, she learned much and more. Now she sees him as the ultimate threat to her existence, and will use any means to see him dead.. even as he will, to force her to submit to him.<br /> <br /> ::* '''X'kirra Ares''', her half-sister (as are all girls of the sept born within that decade, give or take). A huntress from her sept with a fixation upon X'zarann and a serious hate for Anstarra. Kirra sees Anista as her nemesis, both for her storied and undefeated skill with a lance, and for the Nunh's obsession with her. A skilled and deadly fighter herself, she intends to show Zarann who is the more worthy mate, once and for all...<br /> <br /> Beyond this, she considers several organizations or states to be her enemies, as do most good people of Eorzea.<br /> <br /> ::* '''The Lambs of Dalamud'''; in addition to generally being evil jerks, they kidnapped her, secreted her to a ruined old Amdapori Keep, cut her open and strategically inserted materia at focal points in her body in accordance with a terrible and agonizing ritual. The materia were subsequently removed (by Barbarccia Valadis) upon her rescue (by S'honji Hayakawa, Mimiru Miru, Val Nunh and Anstarra's brother X'zarann Silverfall Nunh) and yet their energy had dissipated into Anstarra's aether by then, and they crumbled to dust. Two patterns had been described by the stones in her body, and had glowed through her skin: on her chest, the constellation representing Azeyma, the Warden (Anstarra's deity) and on her back, that of Althyk, the Keeper (the patron of her Sept). The significance of this was obscured for some time, but in time it became clear that it was a dual-edged gift which enabled her to absorb the aether directly from digested materia, in exchange for an even more heightened sensitivity to all aether. X'zarann's hand laid in both kidnapping and rescuing her, showing the Lambs to have been but pawns... all the same, Anstarra does not so easily forgive their role in her torment.<br /> <br /> ::* '''Garlemald'''; specifically the special task force which faced off with the Harbingers, and stole a strange orb somehow related to Leviathan, which had taken up residence in the Harbingers' Primarch Zularti Vensar's head where his right eye should have been. The final outcome of the battle with those forces cost the lives of two people Anstarra considered her friends, which has led her to introspection over the pain of loss, and an extension of her circle of empathy beyond herself...<br /> <br /> ==Rumors==<br /> ===Common Rumors===<br /> ::* &quot;Likes the cold, don't she? Seen 'er fightin' half naked in the snow, up in Coerthas. Crazy, 'f you ask me, but damned easy on the eyes.&quot; - Maelstrom Sergeant<br /> ::* &quot;Miss Silverain is a welcome client, affluent and fairly spoken. Nobility in the making, no doubt.&quot; - Ul'dah Banker<br /> ::* &quot;An excellent lancer. It's no surprise that she was able to receive Dragoon training in Ishgard, despite how insular they are. Natural talent like that is not to be spat upon.&quot; - Wood Wailer<br /> ::* &quot;I hear she was at Kokoripu Hohoripu's art auction... and made off with quite a trophy!&quot; &quot;Master Kokoripu's prize treasure? The one he held the silent auction for? How much do you suppose she paid for that?&quot; &quot;How often, you mean. She only left the house the following evening, from what I heard.&quot; &quot;Scandalous~!&quot; &quot;Ohohoho...&quot; - Ul'dahn Socialites<br /> <br /> ===Moderate Rumors===<br /> ::* &quot;Shady. Yeah, she has a retainer, this fancy elezen fellow, and I seen him talking to the kinds of guys you don't bring to tea parties, you know? Making contacts, that sort of thing. You didn't hear this from me.&quot; - Brass Blade<br /> ::* &quot;She used to be more fun. Struttin' the walkways and docks, showin' off 'er legs.. never turned down a dance or a drink. Or what comes after, 'f you catch my drift.&quot; &quot;Actually, I hear she's at it again, since she got that promotion.&quot; &quot;Where'd ya hear that?!&quot; &quot;Down at the Member, had quite a party...&quot; - Lominsan Sailors<br /> ::* &quot;It's peculiar, but I could have sworn her eyes used to be a different shade of green. And several moons prior to that, different again! Very odd.&quot; - Goldsmith<br /> ::* &quot;That's her, 'Mateus', right? Yeah, I swiped one of their portfolios, look [http://68.media.tumblr.com/281beeafbf7aafee067bc6e2876dcb31/tumblr_nj29njuT7i1smm21jo7_500.png here]. She shows up at the Rendezvous when they do those openings. Host Club. No, no, it's not a Brothel, they hate when people make that mistake...&quot; - Well-heeled Adventurer<br /> <br /> ===Rare Rumors===<br /> ::* &quot;She has a family out in the Shroud. Adopted, obviously; hyur, all three of them, herbalists who study the plants growing deep in the wood. They must have the Elementals' approval, they've been out there for many turns now.&quot; - Gridanian Woodworker<br /> ::* &quot;She's tempered I tell ya! Saw lightnin' crackling all over her, no one else was around, she didn't have no focus or book nor nothin'! You watch her!&quot; - Anonymous<br /> ::* &quot;When she slew the dragon Vor'threx, she was found unconscious on the beast's shattered carcass. We thought her dead after such a fall, but no. Her armor was broken, and her nudity was concealed by scales jagged and blue-purple - like those of the fiend she struck down - which melted into her flesh before our eyes. I believe she may be some sort of dragon, or perhaps inhabited by one.&quot; - A Dragoon<br /> ::* &quot;There's so many white-haired Adventurers about I really didn't think much of it at first, but doesn't she look a LOT like those boys and girls at the Cat House? No, that's not the real name... Bright Ones or something. Couple score miqos all moved in at once into that one house in the Goblet, weird thing. Eh, whole neighborhood's full of freaks anyway.&quot; - Goblet Resident<br /> <br /> ===PC Rumors===<br /> ::* &quot;Truth be told, I don't know much about her. But she is a reliable and hard working woman. She was one of the members of the Harbingers and a good friend, that means that if you mess with her, I will put you in the ground.&quot; -Lan Darklyn<br /> ::* &quot;A very charming woman with a good sense for nonsense.&quot; - [[Verad Bellveil]]<br /> ::* &quot;The woman thinks too highly of herself. 'Tis a most unfortunate trend with adventurers.&quot; - [[Tengri Geneq]]<br /> ::* &quot;She is the Forerunner, Anis.... but she don't like being called that. Think her Outsider name is Ny... An'yan'starra?&quot; - [[X'cinna Ares]]<br /> ::* &quot;She's extremely deadly all of the time. I was at a party once and I watched her strip down and kill a man with her bare thighs. I had to buy her pants after that. - [[S'imba Tia]]<br /> ::* &quot;Her boat stinks of iron. She stinks of blood. It stirs the memory... She is too generous. I mislike it, being unable to refuse.&quot; - [[Virara Wakuwa]]<br /> <br /> ==History/Timeline==<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> ===Falling Stars===<br /> <br /> Little is known about the reclusive Falling Stars sept of the Lynx tribe of Seeker of the Sun Miqo'te. While it is unlikely that Anstarra is the only connection between her people and the rest of the world, several factors have kept them virtually unknown. For one, their location, in the cold and little-explored lands north and east of the Black Shroud. Finding their hunting lands is difficult enough; locating the sept itself, nigh-impossible. And then there is the ingrained xenophobia and hostility of the Falling Stars Miqo'te... strangers are invariably put to death, and the hunters know their lands well enough to always find others before they are found. Rare survivors of such encounters speak of primitive hunters with unnatural speed and strength, fighting and killing with a fierce kind of joy in their demeanor...<br /> <br /> There is much that is strange about the people of this hidden sept, as Anstarra could attest. But her adoptive parents warned her not to share what little even she knew about her people, otherwise assuredly the covetous and ambitious would seek them out. As to their true heritage, even Star has no idea.. such secrets were the domain of the males, specifically the Nunhs, whose dominance was unquestioned and all-encompassing.<br /> <br /> What she does know is that even among xenophobic tribal recluse societies, hers was one of the worst. Endowed with a (not entirely unjustified) sense of superiority, they tend to kill outsiders like one would slay any other wild beast that comes into their territory. Bloodsport and lethal competition is the norm; quick-healing and healthy, Falling Stars hunters do not hesitate to escalate feuds instantly, nor to kill one another over comparatively-minor disputes. The exception is with the Nunh, who, due to the special powers he wields, is nigh-untouchable and seen as something like unto a God.<br /> <br /> &lt;spoiler&gt; <br /> The origins of the Falling Stars Sept can be found thousands of turns ago, during the Fifth Astral Era. The scholars of Nym, beset by foes and illness alike, sought to discover the secrets of immortality. Whether the decision to do so was fractious, or they wished to keep such dangerous research away from their own city, is unknown. Whatever the reason, a secret, subterranean base was created in the frozen north, abutting on what is now the Coerthas Central Highlands. <br /> <br /> A small local sept of Miqo'te was chosen as test subjects; savages, yet healthy and vigorous. The life-twisting magics the scholars employed altered their specimens at a fundamental level, rendering them more easily mutable by forces of aether, and also stronger and faster, with superior muscles, the better to endure the testing. The experiments were quite successful; they even bred true to their children. Certain results could be attained by embedding materia at precise points in the subjects' bodies; after this initial 'activation', they became far more susceptible to mutation. Additionally, they gained the ability to ingest materia and gain its properties for a time.<br /> <br /> Excited by their success, the scholars pushed harder and harder... until their subjects rose up, laid waste to their patrons, and collectively fled into the wild. The base sealed itself down, and remains buried to this day... while the descendants of those escaped subjects live on, many leagues away, forever convinced of the enmity and inherent weakness of outsiders. The secrets for materia-embedding remain in the hands of the leaders, the Nunhs, granting them the power to keep the others under their heel, when they need it... most especially the powerful secrets of materia consumption, which can make a prepared user nigh-unstoppable. &lt;/spoiler&gt;<br /> <br /> ===Child of Savagery===<br /> The girl X'anista was born in 1555 of the Sixth Astral Era, to X'ares Nunh and X'ennaliss Orthos. Her birth mother died when she was three years old; in accordance with custom she was raised by her aunts and cousins after this point. The only full-blooded sibling she has is X'zarann, the first child born to X'ennaliss. Anstarra never found out whether her mother somehow refused to have other children after herself, or was unable to. Her sept speaks of the dead but rarely, and usually with derision. If she and X'zarann are any indication, though, she was beautiful, as well as strong. Of course, their father was Nunh...<br /> <br /> From a very young age, X'anista became a focus for attention. Her oldest memories involve violence.. and even in them, a spear was never far from her hand. Falling Stars kittens are taught to kill before they can walk; the grip, the grain, the balance of a thrust, the twist and slash.. and, most of all, to never be disarmed, to never be weak, to never lose. Cuts and breaks are common, as are young deaths. Scars, less so; it takes a truly deep and terrible wound to leave a scar on one of the Falling Stars, whose flesh knits and heals cleanly as part of their heritage.<br /> <br /> X'anista was never scarred, but she did kill.<br /> <br /> &lt;spoiler&gt;<br /> Her youngest memory of deliberately taking a person's life was at eight years of age. Three other children, two her age, one a year older, had teamed up against her; she doesn't remember their names, but she remembers their faces. They had challenged and tried to hurt her twice before, in exercises, and it made her angry. She had hurt them a little, in return. Then, one night she overheard two of the older huntresses speaking, wagering on whether they would try to kill her within this moon or the next. <br /> <br /> The following day, when groups were being formed up for sparring, she walked over to the oldest of her antagonists and put her spear through her throat, and twisted. She still remembers the shocked look, and the tears that had time to appear. The second one yelled and leapt at her. X'anista drew her spear back, and aimed it at the boy's solar plexus, and he died. His own weight bore him down, as the sharp stone tip clipped past his spine. She remembers feeling it, seeing the light leave his eyes, ilms from hers. He'd already dropped his spear.<br /> <br /> You mustn't drop your spear, she thought. That was stupid.<br /> <br /> The third one, another girl, stared at her, trembling, spear in hand, as X'anista pulled her weapon from her second kill. Then, she broke, turning to run. You mustn't run, either. X'anista's spear took her in the back, through a lung, and she didn't die until it was pulled out.<br /> <br /> That was the first day she noticed her father, the Nunh, look directly at her. His gaze, and his smile, predatory and approving, still sometimes haunt her dreams.<br /> &lt;/spoiler&gt;<br /> <br /> Even as a child, even among the Falling Stars warriors, her skill with a spear was remarkable. It seemed as natural as walking, as reflexive as breathing, when she used one; in training she was never alone, always partnered against older children or many at once. She was never humbled, and yet neither did she become arrogant and strutting. This, too, was talked of, as though she was possessed of an unearthly calm. In truth, from the day of her first kills, she lived with a bone-deep kind of terror that she never dared show to anyone. Years would pass, day in and day out, and always she had to surpass expectations, always she had to kill with an eyeblink. Hunting was her only solace; it was considered a waste of time to partner other children with her, and so barely more than a kitten was she pitted against full-grown coeurls and spine wolves and other beasts that could easily kill an unprepared adult hunter. This was not unheard-of, though still rare at her age. Other children tried to match her; usually they failed, or died, or both. <br /> <br /> It came to be a relief when another child would die. One less rival, one less threat, one less source of pressure to prove herself.<br /> <br /> Only two ever got close to her, if you can call it that. One was her older brother, X'zarann. His existence was a relief, a distraction, because among males he was being closely watched. His own skills were exceptional, and some whispered he would be Nunh someday. Perhaps he suffered no less pressure, no less fear than X'anista. They spoke little, but at least he seemed to understand the kind of madness she sometimes felt. On the other hand, the way he looked at her as she grew, as her young body began showing promise of what it would become, was not brotherly.<br /> <br /> The other was her half-brother, X'oran. Three years older, from another mother, he was the only one to treat her with any degree of care. If his attention began to teeter between brotherly and something more mature, as she approached her flowering, he nonetheless made her comfortable in ways that no one else did. Not her aunts, who saw her as an eventual rival. And not the children, who feared, hated and envied her. And not the Nunh... who watched her, with covetous eyes. At times, X'anista would dream of freedom, or would dream that X'oran would challenge the Nunh. He was one of the best hunters, and if it was him... but, he was still young. The odds of him actually challenging the nunh were yet slim.<br /> <br /> Then her flowering happened, and X'anista's dreams came true.<br /> <br /> It was in her twelfth year. Her body was beginning to show curves around hip and breast, and she was constantly adapting her fighting methods, feeling ungainly and coltish, gaining ilms of height overnight it seemed. Then one night, she woke to the scent of blood, and for a moment thought one of the others had finally managed to sneak up on her in her sleep - they'd tried before - but no, the blood was not from a wound. This was far worse. There are few secrets in a sept, and hers did not outlast the coming of the dawn; her scent made it clear, and word spread like wildfire.<br /> <br /> X'ares Nunh came to see her. The Nunh, the terrifying warrior god in living flesh, who had watched her patiently over the years, waiting for this day. Her father.<br /> <br /> Never had she felt so naked, so small and weak, standing before him as he cupped her chin and examined her, tilting her face this way and that. As his eyes roved over her body, while the whole sept looked on. It would happen sometimes, like this, when a young huntress came of age, that he would examine her, and make his decision. Now? Later? There was never refusal, not a question of if, only when.<br /> <br /> For X'anista, it would be tomorrow.<br /> <br /> That day and night were the longest in her life. No other male was allowed near her, in case one would seek to poach the Nunh's right - punishable by death, but success could mean an undermining of the leader's authority, and perhaps a new Nunh. The huntresses were assiduous, though; some saw it as a punishment for the arrogance she must surely conceal. Others saw it as an honor, so young, to be taken the day after. She would still be bleeding. It was romantic, to their minds; to X'anista's, it was a nightmare. She wanted to talk to X'oran, or even X'zarann, to be reassured, or protected, or anything.. but it was impossible. She remembered seeing the stricken look on X'oran's face, briefly. X'zarann had seemed uninterested... that night, she prayed to Azeyma, that the next day she would be saved.<br /> <br /> At noon, the impossible happened, as though in answer to her prayers. X'oran challenged their father, challenged the Nunh, for leadership. There was no circle of trial, no limits, no protocol, other than that no one was to interfere. A challenge was sacred. Space was made, and it began. X'anista watched, prayed, fear and hope filling her to bursting, as her brother fought... for her, she knew. There could be no other reason. He fought bravely, fiercely, displaying skill that no one suspected. It was as though the goddess possessed him. Spears flashed in the bright light, as the two males clashed, one young and fierce, the other old and powerful.<br /> <br /> It was closer than it should have been. X'oran landed a cut on the Nunh's face, and X'anista dared hope for a moment.<br /> <br /> Then the Nunh laughed, and grabbed his rival's spear, wrenching it from his grip almost contemptuously. And drove both lances through X'oran's chest, pinning him to the ground, and killing him. Then he called for a feast, and there was a feast.<br /> <br /> X'anista remembers none of it. Perhaps she was in shock. X'oran had been left where he laid, his own spear still impaling him; her eyes kept going to the sight. People laughed and joked and cheered, and the Nunh, her father, her heart-brother's killer, had her sit by his side as the festivities continued. She had never been more unaware, more helpless than that day; anyone could have slit her throat, then, and she wouldn't have put up a fight. She almost would have welcomed it.<br /> <br /> Which made it all the more astonishing when her father's blood exploded over her.<br /> <br /> He had turned his head to contemplate her, his child, his trophy, his soon-to-be conquest. Perhaps that was the distraction X'zarann had been waiting for. Sitting at the Nunh's left hand, as the most honored (still-living) hunter in the sept, he'd given every evidence the whole time of enjoying the festivities, had roared as well as everyone else at X'ares' victory in the challenge, had drank and feasted. And now, without warning, breaking all custom, he moved like lightning and ripped a jagged knife across the Nunh's throat from behind. Blood showered Anstarra's face, who had just turned to look up at him. That face that displayed shock, and rage, and, for the first time in anyone's memory, fear. He gripped X'zarann's wrist, just for a moment seeming truly invincible.. and then his mouth opened wide, and a spearhead drove out of it like a protruding tongue, as X'anista's blood-brother pushed the Nunh's own spear through the back of his head with his other hand. <br /> <br /> Mayhem ensued.<br /> <br /> X'anista remembers little of her flight. Only two things. X'zarann's eyes, briefly meeting hers, triumphant. And snatching up X'oran's spear, from his body. She ran, and ran, and ran, shedding her blood-soaked clothes, diving through a lake, carrying only the spear, always spear in hand.<br /> <br /> ===Spear in Hand===<br /> =====Part 1: A Young Girl in the Woods=====<br /> Twelve years old, naked, covered in blood, fleeing through the chilly northern tundra with not a possession to her name, save only the spear which had belonged to the one person she cared about, pulled from his cold body.<br /> <br /> Things were starting to look up for X'anista. <br /> <br /> For she was free. Free of her tribe, of her sept, of the pressure and jealousy and deadly games... free of her father, and her brother, and the other huntresses who looked on her with envy and spite and fear. And free she intended to remain, so she did not slow in her flight; she ran for two days straight, before her first stolen nap. She ate herbs and cold meat, animals she came upon at a run, taking them by surprise and slaying them before they could react. Fish and birds and small game mostly; the larger beasts she dared not take time to butcher, and thus avoided them as best she could. X'anista had left the camp in chaos, so she knew she had a head start... what she did not know was how long it would take for the others to give chase. If they even would.<br /> <br /> At first, her every thought was calculated into flight, but as hours turned into days without any sign of pursuit, her mind would flicker back to the events leading to her escape. How unlikely it was, how impossible, that the Nunh should be dead. And taken by surprise.. X'anista had once witnessed him snatch an arrow out of the air, an arrow that had come in from behind, out of hiding. He had been training, but she knew when he trained he did not tell the huntresses what weapons to take, and let them hide themselves beforehand. Yet he always knew. He was never bested.<br /> <br /> X'zarann had bested him though. Killed him, suddenly and brutally. Would he be Nunh now? He had gone against all custom; that alone would be cause for dispute, maybe even outright fighting. Custom was law, was unbreakable. What would happen? All she knew, deep in her bones, was that she would see X'zarann again. His eyes had told her as much, eyes like their father's, cruel and cunning and implacable. Eyes like her own, determined and fierce and hard. Someday they would face off once more. And then... then she would see.<br /> <br /> <br /> Eventually, the land grew warmer. It was hard to tell in the north, but down here it was summer, and so tundra gave way to grasslands, then sparse woods.. and then suddenly, like a great, dark wall, to the Black Shroud.<br /> <br /> X'anista knew of the Shroud; the Cursed Lands, her people called it. The true limit of their territory... testament, she would later know upon studying maps of Eorzea, of their arrogance, that they should lay claim to such a massive stretch of land. All she knew at the time was that in the woods she might escape her people, who would not dare enter... and between the terror she knew and the terror she didn't, she preferred the unknown in this instance. After spending days - or was it weeks now? - in flight, not daring even to stop and make clothes for herself, carrying a spear and a hastily-obtained, uncured skin which served as a carrying bag for spare cuts of meat, she was ready to brave the ghosts and demons said to haunt the Cursed Lands if it could mean even a few hours' rest. And so, she entered, leaving the grass and open sky behind for the first time in her life, to take refuge in the dappled shadows of the Shroud.<br /> <br /> <br /> The girl from the north had never been in a forest, yet there are certain tricks and techniques for survival that serve in good stead anywhere. Find a source of water. Shelter to sleep. Cover your tracks. Negate your scent. Mind the wind. Learn the plants. Learn the predators. Learn the prey. Falling Stars kittens had to know how to survive from the youngest age in the harshest of conditions; this was no worse, and in many ways far better, for she had no fear of being caught out and killed by one of her fellow huntresses.<br /> <br /> Soon, the Shroud, the Cursed Lands of her youth, came to be X'anista's sanctuary. For the first time in as far back as she could remember, the consuming terror that had gripped her very soul began to ease.<br /> <br /> She still had to be careful, of course; the Shroud was filled with predators, with poisonous plants, with hidden dangers and threats. But these were natural things, normal things, and she was stronger and faster and more lethal than anything her size had any right to be, with a young lifetime of training in awareness and hunting and survival. She never made a large print on the land; instinct, or something deeper, told her that there was.. if not a curse, then something dangerous, something aware about this place, that would not take kindly to intruders who overstepped themselves. She was used to acting small and humble, though, and here it just felt natural to do so. <br /> <br /> And so time passed, and the seasons changed, slipping into fall, and winter. It grew cold, but never like it had been in the north, and X'anista bore it easily. Winter passed on into spring, and she never saw another soul... not until summer had come again, and before she knew it it had been a year since she had left her people. A year since she had seen ANY people; even more than before she was a savage girl, now. She'd never seen fit to replace her clothes, dressing only in scraps of pelt and thongs of dried gut which served to hold the little bags and satchels she'd made for herself, filled with self-made hunting tools, herbs, and a few pretty stones she'd found in a riverbed. Her skin was bronzed, her hair kept hacked short, her nails dirty and face smudged.<br /> <br /> This was how the boy found her, when suddenly he appeared in her camp. The boy she would call brother, and eventually more.<br /> <br /> &lt;spoiler&gt;<br /> A dream, a memory...<br /> <br /> The scene tears away in a scattering of wind. Wind blowing, more gently now, in a deep howl through the woods. The light gleams off his hair as you watch, hair like you've never seen before, an Outsider's hair. No highlights, just an unbroken gold, in this light. Later, when it wasn't sunset, you would note the reddish tinge to it, and far later still the term 'rolanberry blonde' would be learned, but right now all you can do is stare at this... person. At his hair, unbroken by ears. Your first, dizzy impression was that he was deaf, and mutilated, for he had no ears, and no tail, how could he even walk! Then distantly you would recall that Outsiders were like that sometimes, that they could have tiny ears and no tails, and was it any wonder they were so deaf, so slow, so clumsy?<br /> <br /> This one seems so to you. Leaves surround you, thick leaves, verdant, vibrant, summer's foliage. Summer was different from winter, here in the Cursed Lands, you had found that out in the past year that you've existed here.<br /> <br /> Fear ripples through the scene, but it is strange. Not the bone-deep, forever fear you've always known. You're older now. Thirteen? That seems right. The sept is far. No one chased. No one followed. Somehow. It's been a year since you ran. You've seen no one, no one at all, only beasts... and now this. An Outsider.<br /> <br /> The fear is an apprehension, a quick spike. You're the Outsider, now. These are HIS lands. Outsiders were killed. This was law. If he saw you, he would kill you, possibly eat you. But he was entering your camp... it wasn't much, it was simple and hidden, but it has your stones and your spare spears and some pretty things - flowers, the name washes over your consciousness, a word you didn't yet know - and they are yours. Anger spikes in your heart, and you tighten your grip on your spear, and prepare to kill him.<br /> <br /> It will be easy. He's deaf.<br /> <br /> &quot;Hello?&quot;<br /> <br /> Your eyes widen. Deaf, and stupid! Giving his position away, so loudly! It's so unbelievable that you almost drop your guard... but instead remain still. Waiting for the right moment. It could be a trick, a trap. Outsiders were tricky. He has such strange clothes. It was so warm here, yet he was covered. Like an elder, one whose skin has gone frail. His arms were exposed, and his face, and his throat, but that was it. Stupid. Strange. Curiosity burns in you. You haven't..<br /> <br /> You haven't spoken in a year.<br /> <br /> A shake, and sudden tension. He's walking under your tree. You ready... and then drop, hitting him. He's too surprised to cry out, your spear a bar over his throat, your hand on his mouth as you smash him to the ground. His eyes are wide, shocked as he stares at you. Eyes a dark, rich brown, like earth, like a tree. He's perfectly still; his hand was on his belt knife, but he's smart enough not to draw, since your spear slid those last ilms and now blade was against throat.<br /> <br /> Everything is still, as he looks at you. As you look at him.<br /> <br /> You feel him swallow, feel his heart pound under you, but his eyes... they stare at you with such fascination. You haven't seen a person - he's an Outsider! - in a year. You find yourself swallowing again, and your hand slowly lifts from his mouth, though your spear does not move an ilm.<br /> <br /> He seems so helpless, feels so light. He's bigger, but weighs less than you. You remembered hearing Outsiders were slight, and frail, with soft muscles. It's hard to feel.. to feel threatened.<br /> <br /> To feel afraid.<br /> <br /> Your tail twitches a little, and you realize you've been staring at him for some time, your whole body pressed down on his, and a light flush has entered his cheeks. You blink.. and capriciously twitch a little.. and blink again as you see his flush deepen, and feel another response, down below. Somehow, rather than being unsettling.. it makes you feel good. In control. Strong.<br /> <br /> He clears his throat, a little. Carefully; your spear hasn't moved.<br /> <br /> &quot;Ah.. hello. I'm Kian. Please don't kill me.&quot;<br /> <br /> You blink at him again, and lick your lips. Swallowing, trying your throat.<br /> <br /> &quot;Stupid... Kian.&quot;<br /> <br /> He blinks in return.<br /> <br /> &quot;Stupid Kian. Loud Kian. My camp.&quot;<br /> <br /> He grins, brightly, and it's such a childlike, cheerful expression that you almost jerk back.<br /> <br /> &quot;Sorry! I.. didn't know! You're.. you're not from around here, huh? It's okay!&quot; he adds quickly as you tense. &quot;Plenty of Shroud for everyone, yeah? Are you.. are you alone?&quot;<br /> <br /> The question seems strange... and at the same time hits you in a place you didn't know existed. A shudder runs over you, and you jump back, off him.<br /> <br /> &quot;Alone...&quot;<br /> <br /> He picks himself up, moving slowly, gently, as though you were a wild animal. Perhaps you are. He nods, and slowly opens a belt pouch, pulling out a small package. You frown, curiosity intense as he undoes strings - made from what? not gut string - and opens it, revealing several small orbs the color of his eyes.<br /> <br /> &quot;Um.. would you like a chocolate?&quot;<br /> <br /> &lt;/spoiler&gt;<br /> <br /> It was a slow process, but eventually the young midlander named Kian gained X'anista's trust. His parents, Joan and Bors, were eccentrics who had decided to make a home for themselves deep in the Shroud. Joan had studied conjury in Stillglade Fane, in Gridania, and at each solstice and equinox would perform cleansing rituals to rid their home of woodsin. Bors was an alchemist and herbologist, also from Gridania, with a deep respect for the elementals. Like X'anista, they never took more than they needed, using only dead wood to build their house and furniture, then shoring it up through gentle conjury and alchemy until it was as comfortable as any place in the city. At times one or more of them would travel to other small outposts, or even the city itself, but such occasions were rare.<br /> <br /> At first, it was difficult going; the savage girl their son had found could barely speak, would not sleep indoors, would not suffer to be touched, except by Kian. Bors recognized the danger in her, like a wild beast... yet his wife's heart could not help but go out to the poor girl, and in time he grew to feel the same. It took time, and patience, and there were setbacks... but at length <br /> <br /> Finally, X'anista's old wounds began to heal over. She decided to give up her old name, to rid herself of her past, instead taking up a new one. Anstarra. She grew close to her adoptive family, her mother and father and brother, and knew love for the first time. In all its forms... for as her body properly matured, she found herself looking at Kian in different ways than before, and he, so bold at times, would blush and do the same. For though he was a couple years older than her, his family's hermit existence had given him little experience with girls... and here was one whose burgeoning beauty was lost on no one, not even her parents (to their occasional discomfort, but more frequent joy). Things started in the usual way, a tentative process of kissing and touching that quickly and suddenly blossomed into outright passion.<br /> <br /> &lt;spoiler&gt;<br /> Here, Anstarra discovered something new about herself. She who had never let herself be touched gently, who could never expect it, found that her body responded with great warmth to caresses, kisses, and other such things. She would remember how the other females in her sept seemingly abandoned themselves so completely to the Nunh's attentions, and realized that on some level this desire was in her blood. But unlike how it might have been, when she gave up her maidenhood to Kian it was a gift and not a theft; a thing of beauty and joy, rather than slavery and abandonment. From then on she determined that she would be the one to seize her passions, that she would seek pleasure with her own will, and if she gave herself up to pleasure it would always be her choice.<br /> &lt;/spoiler&gt;<br /> <br /> It was at this time that Joan taught Anstarra about certain herbs that grew only in this, eastern part of the Shroud. Brewed into a tea, within three days of lovemaking, they would curtail any chance of pregnancy. This she did with a mixture of reticence and sagacity; perhaps more than Anstarra herself, Joan sensed the wild potency of the young miqo'te girl's passions. She could try to guilt her into abstinence and responsibility... or she could teach her caution, and protection, and let a soul that had known only suffering in its youth find joy however it could. For Joan saw another thing, before anyone else; that though her little Star loved Kian now, though they snuggled together and displayed all the wild and heedless adoration of youth, she knew it would not last. That this Star would travel far away, and would know many lovers, before coming to earth. The years since have not proven her wrong...<br /> <br /> =====Part 2: A Lancer Comes=====<br /> <br /> =====Part 3: Of Storms and Dragons=====<br /> <br /> ===The Collared Dragon===<br /> <br /> ===Moon's Widow===<br /> <br /> ===Recently...===<br /> (1/16/2017)<br /> Life has taken many twists and turns for Anstarra, but at the same time things are looking up. The threat of her tribe rose and fell and now simmers, quietly waiting to continue... yet she is far from bored, preoccupied with her [http://ffxiv-roleplayers.com/showthread.php?tid=17401 Captaincy of the Iron Bitch and responsibilities to the Maelstrom], her unusual (and extremely secret) fate as one of the [http://hostingstars.shivtr.com/ Stars of Destiny], her [http://ffxiv-roleplayers.com/showthread.php?tid=16070 investigations into cultists around Highbridge, and the affair of the Vylbrandi Chocobo], and any other number of amusements and preoccupations. For once, however, her love life couldn't be better. Engaged to and enamored of her lover Nihka, yet both of them still free to pursue and indulge in other lovers (as is often the miqo'te way), she finds pleasure and solace both in her own bed and others'... free to indulge her desires without guilt or recrimination (if not entirely without consequence, rumor mills being what they are).<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> (10/13/2014)<br /> It's a busy time to be Anstarra. Aside from her unrelenting (and sometimes tedious) duties for the Maelstrom, and the responsibilities she bears as a member of the Harbingers, she has become personally involved in two distinct affairs which are both tied in with her friend (and now partner-in-crime, so to speak), Verad Bellveil. One involves unfounded accusations leveled at him by the Wood Wailers of Quarrymill, and has led to becoming embroiled in a bitter conflict between desperate refugees and the ostensible forces of law and order in the Shroud. The other involves a vendetta between Verad and a nefarious criminal in Ul'dah's underworld, with his hired Brass Blade goons, and has seen Star and Verad infiltrating a warehouse and exposing illegal goods within, which was repaid by a savage beating which Verad is still recovering from, having taken sole blame for it.<br /> <br /> ==Annotations==<br /> <br /> This Template was created by [[Deirdre Ta'ea]]</div>

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<p>B'habra: </p> <hr /> <div>{{Infobox-character<br /> | name = Rei'li Niraj<br /> | image = ReiliNiraj.jpg<br /> | imagewidth = 350x350<br /> | caption = &quot;Fate may have a mind of its own, but so do we. And great minds enjoy a good challenge.&quot; <br /> | title = The &quot;White Fox&quot;<br /> | gender = Male<br /> | citizenship = Gridania<br /> | race = Miqo'te<br /> | clan = Keeper of the Moon<br /> | stat_1 = Guardian<br /> | stat_1_value = [[Nymeia, the Spinner]] <br /> | stat_2 = Occupation<br /> | stat_2_value = [[Lancer]] / First Serpent Lieutenant<br /> | stat_3 = Nameday / Age<br /> | stat_3_value = 15th Sun of the 2nd Astral Moon / 26<br /> | stat_4 = Height / Weight<br /> | stat_4_value = 5 fulm 7 ilm / 137 ponz<br /> | stat_5 = Orientation<br /> | stat_5_value = Panromantic / Homosexual (single)<br /> | stat_6 = Server<br /> | stat_6_value = Balmung<br /> }}<br /> <br /> ((Page still WIP!))<br /> <br /> ===&lt;div style=&quot;padding:10px 15px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;&quot;&gt;Basic Info&lt;/div&gt;===<br /> : Rei'li Niraj is a male Keeper of the Moon Miqo'te native to [[Black Shroud]] ([[Alder Springs]]), [[Gridania]]. He is a full time [[Order of the Twin Adder]] First Serpent Lieutenant. He is currently stationed in Gridania.<br /> &lt;table style=&quot;position:center;&quot; width=&quot;75%&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;tr&gt;<br /> &lt;td style=&quot;vertical-align: top;font-size:9pt;font-family:Helvetica;&quot;&gt;&lt;h3&gt;<br /> &lt;div style=&quot;padding:10px 35px;background: #ECCA67;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;&quot;&gt;&lt;center&gt;''LIKES''&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#ECCA67;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; challenges<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#ECCA67;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; having time to bathe, groom and rest<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#ECCA67;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; children; he's surprisingly good with them<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#ECCA67;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; spending time with family<br /> <br /> &lt;td style=&quot;vertical-align: top;font-size:9pt;font-family:Helvetica;&quot;&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;mw-headline&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;div style=&quot;padding:10px 35px; background: #DFD59E;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;&quot;&gt;&lt;center&gt;''DISLIKES''&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;<br /> <br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#DFD59E;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; his breeding obligations<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#DFD59E;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; his own clan's family reunions<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#DFD59E;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; people who endanger others, esp. children<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#DFD59E;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; bright light<br /> <br /> &lt;td style=&quot;vertical-align: top;font-size:9pt;font-family:Helvetica;&quot;&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;mw-headline&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;div style=&quot;padding:10px 35px; background: #CACFA5;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;&quot;&gt;&lt;center&gt;''OTHER''&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;<br /> <br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#CACFA5;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; Alignment: True Neutral<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#CACFA5;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; Vice(s): he's indulgent, likes physical attention<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#CACFA5;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; Favorite Food: sweetwater fish<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#CACFA5;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; Favorite Drink: red wine<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#CACFA5;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; Favorite Color: spring green<br /> <br /> &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;<br /> <br /> ===&lt;div style=&quot;padding:10px 15px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;&quot;&gt;Appearance &amp; Personality&lt;/div&gt;===<br /> : He's pretty tall for a Miqo'te and fit, due to some traces of hyur blood and constant physical activity. Keeps well groomed (because long white fur requires anything but), is choosy of what he wears and is debatably easy on the eyes (if that's what one's into).<br /> <br /> :He’s very social and accommodating, very easy to get along with - but pretty two-faced and reserved beneath the social exterior. He has an amusing sense of humor, can be pretty warm and affectionate with people he's close with. But on the downside, he seems to be allergic to doing things by the book, cleans up after his messes just enough to never quite shoulder blame, is lazy as hell and will sleep whenever he can. Can, has and would kill in cold blood, no questions asked. Has his own agenda and will stick to it even if it means over someone’s dead body, especially if said someone so much as hints at harming anyone he considers family.<br /> <br /> ===&lt;div style=&quot;padding:10px 15px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;&quot;&gt;Talents / Powers:&lt;/div&gt;===<br /> :* '''First Aid:''' He has a natural affinity for conjury but has only some basic training in it done, enough to perhaps temporarily stabilize critical wounds until someone more capable can take over. <br /> <br /> :* '''Lance-point Focus:''' He's pretty good with the lance, though a bit of a wildcard. He doesn’t have the height or length of limbs that the elezen or hyur do, but he’s quite a ways lighter and can jump quite impressively. He’s not as strong as his brother ([[Leon Greymoon]]), but he compensates by tactfully hitting core points in an opponent and hits where it ''hurts''. The drawback to it is, he can focus on a single opponent to the point of overlooking other circumstances. He is slowly overcoming this since being promoted among Adders' ranks.<br /> <br /> :* '''Leadership:''' He's a very gentle, but methodical and persistent leader. He has a reputation of taking care of his own and often takes time to speak with or help his recruits, even with things not necessarily related with the Grand Company. Something his superiors don't necessarily endorse, but it's proven to bring good results with no causalities up to date, so they let him do his thing.<br /> <br /> ===&lt;div style=&quot;padding:10px 15px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;&quot;&gt;Biography&lt;/div&gt;===<br /> <br /> ====&lt;div style=&quot;padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;&quot;&gt;Childhood&lt;/div&gt;====<br /> <br /> :Rei'li was the third son born to a former marauder mother ([[Rei Niraj]]) as the 6th child out of seven. She had been a bit on the stern side, especially towards her three sons, always emphasizing how critical it was for them to favor survival and be cautious and healthy, preparing them for their clan-to-clan breeding travels. She encouraged all three of them to pursue conjurer studies and trained them in basic combat arts along with their sisters. Back then, Rei'li would think it unfair and boring, and would often envy his sisters who had more free time.<br /> <br /> :His father was long gone from his life since early childhood due to circumstances Rei'li was unclear on. The man was/is a Keeper of the Moon miqo'te called [[Sonu'a Viqqoh]]. Rei'li shares the father with [[Leon Greymoon]].<br /> <br /> ====&lt;div style=&quot;padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;&quot;&gt;Conjury Studies and Ilja&lt;/div&gt;====<br /> <br /> :As an adolescent, Rei'li was not the most obedient child in the family, which would remain the case for years to come. He quickly learned though, that if he remained quiet about his mishaps, and was careful, his mother had no ground to scold him. He wasn't the best conjurer in his settlement, but he never tried to be either, he preferred to do the bare minimum to advance just to not get into trouble.<br /> <br /> :He further strayed from his interest in conjurer studies when his tribe reluctantly hosted a badly injured hyur lancer called [[Ilja Radall]]. Rei'li volunteered to help the man recover and was readily granted the duty. Both his teacher and mother were overjoyed at his initiative and saw it as an excellent opportunity for the young Keeper to learn about the responsibility and role of his studies. Unfortunately, that was far from the case. While recovering, Ilja would tell Rei'li of his adventures, of the far north where lancers ascended to dance with fate and become Dragoons. Fascinated both with the adventurer and the stories, Rei'li decided to follow Ilja when the other was fully recovered. His attempt was cut short though; the lancer talked him out of it, making him promise to do as his family wished until he reached adulthood and telling him to look for him in Coerthas someday, giving him a golden locket to return to him then.<br /> <br /> :Bound by the promise, Rei'li stayed until his coming of age. Much to his mother's dismay though, he barely fulfilled a year and a half of his nomadic ventures before he promptly packed his things and left for Gridania, headed for the lancers' guild to follow in Ilja's footsteps.<br /> <br /> ====&lt;div style=&quot;padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;&quot;&gt;Present&lt;/div&gt;====<br /> <br /> :Operating as an [[Order of the Twin Adder]] operative proved to be an effective source of income. He climbed through ranks steadily all the way to First Serpent Lieutenant, and is in charge of 8 recruits at the moment, all of which he gets along with wonderfully. He's also been promoted to Assistant Warmaster within Free Company ranks, with [[Ferus Ironlash]] as his superior. After the promotion, due to undisclosed circumstances, he left his former partner and home in Gridania to temporarily move in with the Free Company.<br /> <br /> ====&lt;div style=&quot;padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;&quot;&gt;Aeon&lt;/div&gt;====<br /> <br /> :After an unexpected assault in Thanalan two years ago, Rei'li was backed up by a woman called [[Sophia Grave]]. Having killed two out of the three assaulters, the two fled to safety where she explained the reason of their pursuit on the miqo'te and his possible connection to a Free Company called [[Aeon]]. After taking quite some time to rethink his position, Rei'li ultimately decided to approach the Free Company, officially enlisting in its ranks.<br /> <br /> :Among the operatives, Rei'li was reacquainted with his half-brother [[Leon Greymoon]] (Rewo'a Vhaaza). Though from different mothers, the two seem to have quite a variety of things in common, from physical features to their profession choice and, of course the circumstances regarding the Free Company. Which, in turn, revealed not to be a coincidence. After several months they were able to link all the accounted similarities to their father, [[Sonu'a Viqqoh]]. The circumstances of such a revelation left a lot to be desired, seen as the man worked against the Free Company by contract, but Sonu'a promptly decided to revoke his 'employers', in favor of learning both of his sons were alive and well.<br /> <br /> :As off the current Starlight, almost two years since his enlistment, Rei'li has been promoted to Assistant Warmaster within Company ranks. His role is to lead support squads on field, or the main forces in case of his superior's absence, his superior being [[Ferus Ironlash]]. The unspoken, secondary role he has, is to bring in firsthand information he manages to decipher about enemy ranks. His sources remain undisclosed, but the information he brings in is usually quite vital.<br /> <br /> ===&lt;div style=&quot;padding:10px 15px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;&quot;&gt;Miscellaneous&lt;/div&gt;===<br /> <br /> :* He wears a golden locket engraved with [[Nymeia, the Spinner]]'s symbol, that Ilja left in his care.<br /> <br /> :* He has what appears to be a [https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/eb/71/f6/eb71f6a0bd23d2f7d71fa317091d16fc.jpg rune-like tattoo] that has a faint, blue glow, at the back of his neck. It's often obstructed from view by the fall of his hair, jacket collar and strategically tied scarf.<br /> <br /> &lt;table style=&quot;position:center;&quot; width=&quot;100%&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;tr&gt;<br /> &lt;td style=&quot;vertical-align: top;width:50%;padding-right:10px; font-size:9pt;font-family:Helvetica;&quot;&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;mw-headline&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;div style=&quot;padding:10px 35px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;&quot;&gt;&lt;center&gt;''RUMORS''&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;<br /> ''Some of these rumors are untrue or are greatly exaggerated. Please feel free to add your own rumors under PC!''<br /> &lt;div style=&quot;border:0px solid; padding:8px;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;<br /> &lt;div style=&quot;padding:10px 25px; background: #90AB76;&quot;&gt;◢ Common Rumors (Easily overheard)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#90AB76;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; [[Gridania]]: &quot;White hair? Blue eyes? He's usually in the New part of the town. Try the Roost or the Twin Adders' in the evenings.&quot;<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#90AB76;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; [[The Roost]]: &quot;Oh yes, polite lad, always groomed. Likes the benches just outside better than the inn chairs though. He'll take a single glass of wine over several of ale. And company under the stars rather than behind inn doors.&quot;<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#90AB76;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; [[Adders' Nest]]: &quot;Lieutenant Niraj? He's got some kind of allergy to rules but he gets the job done. Not always in the most conventional way, mind you. *sigh*&quot;<br /> <br /> &lt;b&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;padding:10px 25px; background: #F37E1D;&quot;&gt;◢ Moderate Rumors (Moderately difficult to overhear)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#F37E1D;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; [[Ebony Stalls]]: &quot;Hm, if you see him, can you tell him my wares arrived? I feel bad for asking but he's been a big help last time and my back is killing me.&quot;<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#F37E1D;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; [[Adder's Nest]]: &quot;If you ever see him uncombed or disheveled, call me. No, really, he might either be dying or the world's coming to an end.&quot;<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#F37E1D;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; [[Adder's Nest]]: &quot;His recruits have it bloody good. I've never seen them not get along. He treats them like younger siblings.&quot;<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#F37E1D;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; [[The Roost]]: &quot;He's very fun a couple drinks in. He's always got some kind of charming remark about anyone, thought it's hard to make him divulge things about himself.&quot;<br /> <br /> &lt;b&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;padding:10px 25px; background: #D83018;&quot;&gt;◢ Rare Rumors (Very difficult or rarely overheard)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#D83018;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; [[Lancers' Guild]]: &quot;He trained here for three years. He was quite determined to do so, and that kind of determination is very welcome for a lancer. I hope he found what he's been looking for in Coerthas.&quot;<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#D83018;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; [[Alberic Bale]]: &quot;He came looking for a late Dragoon years ago. I still remember the heartbreak on his face when I gave him the news. The death of a loved one is sadly a reality far too common this far North.&quot;<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#D83018;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; [[The Roost]]: &quot;He came back from Coerthas... different. He smiles more, but it never touches his eyes. There's a different glint there now. Good luck getting the story out of him though.&quot;<br /> <br /> &lt;b&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;padding:10px 25px; background: #aac5b4;&quot;&gt;◢ PC Rumors (Rumors from the characters' of other players)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#aac5b4;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; &quot;I'll admit I was caught off guard when I realized he was my brother, but to be honest, it is only natural, considering how much we look alike, and how well we fight. And I never did have a 'little' brother, don't tell him I said that though.&quot; -[[Leon Greymoon]]<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#aac5b4;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; &quot;I never thought I'd see my sons again, let alone little Fox. I don't expect either of my sons to trust me after what I did, but Rei'li has made strides towards building a connection with me. Did you know I am a grandfather? Just don't tell his mom he told me first.&quot; -[[Sonu'a Viqqoh]] <br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#aac5b4;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; <br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#aac5b4;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; <br /> &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;td style=&quot;vertical-align: top;width:50%;padding-right:10px; font-size:9pt;font-family:Helvetica;&quot;&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;mw-headline&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;div style=&quot;padding:10px 35px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;&quot;&gt;&lt;center&gt;''RELATIONS''&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;<br /> : &lt;center&gt;&lt;font style=&quot;color:#F02311;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;♥&lt;/font&gt; Romantic &lt;font style=&quot;color:#000000;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;♥&lt;/font&gt; Sexual &lt;font style=&quot;color:#FA70BC;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;♥&lt;/font&gt; Platonic &lt;font style=&quot;color:#9EC60B;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;●&lt;/font&gt; Good Standing &lt;font style=&quot;color:#C24640;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;●&lt;/font&gt; Poor Standing&lt;/center&gt;<br /> <br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#C24640;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;●&lt;/font&gt; [[Rei Niraj]] : ''Miqo'te, Keeper of the Moon, female, 59, former Marauder.'' His mother. They have a slightly strained relationship due to him actively avoiding his racial obligations.<br /> <br /> : ??? [[Ilja Radall]] : ''Hyur, Midlander, male, 30, Dragoon - presumed dead.'' An adventurer Rei'li volunteered to care for when his family clan found him injured in the woods. He was an inspiration for the young miqo'te to become a lancer, and later Dragoon. Though reluctant to admit it at present, the Keeper did grow to nourish deep feelings of affection for the other, ones that have persisted for over a decade since their first meeting. Despite the news of the man's death, he's remained an unbendable inspiration and drive for the Miqo'te to press on through life.<br /> <br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#FA70BC;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;♥&lt;/font&gt; [[Nemoh Nodaya]] : ''Miqo'te, Keeper of the Moon, female, 20, Conjurer.'' Formerly known as Nemoh Niraj. His younger sister. She's very lively and quite loud, so he tends to slip into the older brother role when around her.<br /> <br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#9EC60B;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;●&lt;/font&gt; [[Madensa Virri'ai]] : ''Elezen, Wildwood, male, ?, Lancer.'' A good friend Rei'li met during their Lancer training. The Elezen's mellow nature complimented the miqo'te's more trouble-making tendencies quite well. The two lost contact after Rei'li's departure for Coerthas, though.<br /> <br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#9EC60B;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;●&lt;/font&gt; [[Sophia Grave]] : ''Hyur, Garlean, female, 32, ?.'' A swift fighter that came to his aid when he was cornered, and who helped him find a couple of answers on the matter. He believes himself in her debt.<br /> <br /> <br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#FA70BC;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;♥&lt;/font&gt; [[Eli'a Niraj]] : ''Miqo'te, Keeper of the Moon, male, 8, ?.'' Formerly known as Eli'a Seefali. Rei'li's (only?) biological child, born through clan breeding. The Seefali family clan was caught in a conflict with the [[poachers]] shortly after the calamity. Eli Seefali managed to make it with the child to [[Buscarron's Druthers]] but she fell ill soon after, succumbing to her wounds. She left the child in the care of a hyur fisherslady using Rei'li's last name in hopes the clan would some day find him and take him in. After several years, the name did indeed reach the elusive clan. Upon recognizing the first name though, Rei'to, the clan notary and Rei'li's older brother, sent word to Rei'li first. Rei'li decided to take the child with him to Gridania instead of the family clan, not wanting him to be submitted to forced traditions. Eli'a is, in Rei'li's eyes, worryingly quiet, very reserved and observant for someone his age. Rei'li swore to himself to never let any of his work or free company circumstances affect Eli'a, which is why he's very selective of even mentioning him.<br /> <br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#9EC60B;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;●&lt;/font&gt; [[Ferus Ironlash]] : ''Hyur, Highlander, male, ??, Knight.'' A strong fighter and Rei'li's superior within Free Company ranks. Though they don't really discuss private matters much they seem to share the outlook on many things, and the fact that they've both got family to come home to at the end of the day. Rei'li respects the man both as a fighter and as a military leader.<br /> <br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#9EC60B;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;●&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font style=&quot;color:#FA70BC;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;♥&lt;/font&gt; [[Zander Zeataux]] : ''Elezen, Ishgardian, male, 30, Dragoon.'' A former Dragoon that joined Rei'li's free company. From the get go, Rei'li's taken a shine to the man, awed at the fact that he was the first fully fledged Dragoon he's truly spoken to in years. While he tries not to show it, Rei'li looks up to the man a lot and seems to always try to do his best on field when Zander is about, not wanting to disappoint him. More often than not, they're prone to share some lighthearted banter.<br /> &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;<br /> <br /> ===&lt;div style=&quot;padding:10px 35px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;&quot;&gt;Gallery&lt;/div&gt;===<br /> &lt;center&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;gallery&gt;<br /> File:Reili.jpg|Gear Setup<br /> File:IljaRadall.jpg|[[A young Ilja Radall]]<br /> File:Rei_Ilja_stars.jpg|Rei and Ilja<br /> File:Reili_speedsketches.png|Rei'li art<br /> File:Rei transition.png|Rei'li art<br /> File:Reili leon01.png|[[Leon Greymoon]] &amp; Rei'li<br /> &lt;/gallery&gt;<br /> &lt;/center&gt;<br /> <br /> ===&lt;div style=&quot;padding:10px 35px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;&quot;&gt;Footnotes&lt;/div&gt;===<br /> <br /> : Template by [[Bancroft Gairn]]<br /> : '''Theme Song''': [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hT_nvWreIhg &quot;OneRepublic - Counting Stars&quot;] [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KqSoHWqWBN0 &quot;Fall Out Boy - Death Valley&quot;] [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Vfnl71BRvhI &quot;Måns Zelmerlöw - Fire In The Rain&quot;]<br /> : '''TV Tropes''': [http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/SeparatedAtBirth Separated At Birth] | [http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/TheMourningAfter The Mourning After] | [http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/LightIsNotGood Light Is Not Good] | [http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/TheUnfettered The Unfettered] | [http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/ChallengeSeeker Challenge Seeker] | [http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/BecauseImGoodAtIt Because I'm Good At It] | [http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/NotAMorningPerson Not A Morning Person] | [http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/DeepCoverAgent Deep Cover Agent] | [http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/FlirtingUnderFire Flirting Under Fire] | [http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/SecondLove Second Love] | [http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/PapaWolf Papa Wolf]</div>

B'habra https://wiki.ffxiv-roleplayers.com/index.php?title=Rei%27li_Niraj&diff=247627 2017-05-25T16:47:10Z

<p>B'habra: </p> <hr /> <div>{{Infobox-character<br /> | name = Rei'li Niraj<br /> | image = ReiliNiraj.jpg<br /> | imagewidth = 350x350<br /> | caption = &quot;Fate may have a mind of its own, but so do we. And great minds enjoy a good challenge.&quot; <br /> | title = The &quot;White Fox&quot;<br /> | gender = Male<br /> | citizenship = Gridania<br /> | race = Miqo'te<br /> | clan = Keeper of the Moon<br /> | stat_1 = Guardian<br /> | stat_1_value = [[Nymeia, the Spinner]] <br /> | stat_2 = Occupation<br /> | stat_2_value = [[Lancer]] / First Serpent Lieutenant<br /> | stat_3 = Nameday / Age<br /> | stat_3_value = 15th Sun of the 2nd Astral Moon / 26<br /> | stat_4 = Height / Weight<br /> | stat_4_value = 5 fulm 7 ilm / 137 ponz<br /> | stat_5 = Orientation<br /> | stat_5_value = Panromantic / Homosexual (single)<br /> | stat_6 = Server<br /> | stat_6_value = Balmung<br /> }}<br /> <br /> ((Page still WIP!))<br /> <br /> ===&lt;div style=&quot;padding:10px 15px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;&quot;&gt;Basic Info&lt;/div&gt;===<br /> : Rei'li Niraj is a male Keeper of the Moon Miqo'te native to [[Black Shroud]] ([[Alder Springs]]), [[Gridania]]. He is a full time [[Order of the Twin Adder]] First Serpent Lieutenant. He is currently stationed in Gridania.<br /> &lt;table style=&quot;position:center;&quot; width=&quot;75%&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;tr&gt;<br /> &lt;td style=&quot;vertical-align: top;font-size:9pt;font-family:Helvetica;&quot;&gt;&lt;h3&gt;<br /> &lt;div style=&quot;padding:10px 35px;background: #ECCA67;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;&quot;&gt;&lt;center&gt;''LIKES''&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#ECCA67;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; challenges<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#ECCA67;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; having time to bathe, groom and rest<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#ECCA67;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; children; he's surprisingly good with them<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#ECCA67;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; spending time with family<br /> <br /> &lt;td style=&quot;vertical-align: top;font-size:9pt;font-family:Helvetica;&quot;&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;mw-headline&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;div style=&quot;padding:10px 35px; background: #DFD59E;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;&quot;&gt;&lt;center&gt;''DISLIKES''&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;<br /> <br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#DFD59E;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; his breeding obligations<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#DFD59E;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; his own clan's family reunions<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#DFD59E;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; people who endanger others, esp. children<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#DFD59E;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; bright light<br /> <br /> &lt;td style=&quot;vertical-align: top;font-size:9pt;font-family:Helvetica;&quot;&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;mw-headline&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;div style=&quot;padding:10px 35px; background: #CACFA5;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;&quot;&gt;&lt;center&gt;''OTHER''&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;<br /> <br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#CACFA5;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; Alignment: True Neutral<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#CACFA5;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; Vice(s): he's indulgent, likes physical attention<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#CACFA5;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; Favorite Food: sweetwater fish<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#CACFA5;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; Favorite Drink: red wine<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#CACFA5;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; Favorite Color: spring green<br /> <br /> &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;<br /> <br /> ===&lt;div style=&quot;padding:10px 15px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;&quot;&gt;Appearance &amp; Personality&lt;/div&gt;===<br /> : He's pretty tall for a Miqo'te and fit, due to some traces of hyur blood and constant physical activity. Keeps well groomed (because long white fur requires anything but), is choosy of what he wears and is debatably easy on the eyes (if that's what one's into).<br /> <br /> :He’s very social and accommodating, very easy to get along with - but pretty two-faced and reserved beneath the social exterior. He has an amusing sense of humor, can be pretty warm and affectionate with people he's close with. But on the downside, he seems to be allergic to doing things by the book, cleans up after his messes just enough to never quite shoulder blame, is lazy as hell and will sleep whenever he can. Can, has and would kill in cold blood, no questions asked. Has his own agenda and will stick to it even if it means over someone’s dead body, especially if said someone so much as hints at harming anyone he considers family.<br /> <br /> ===&lt;div style=&quot;padding:10px 15px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;&quot;&gt;Talents / Powers:&lt;/div&gt;===<br /> :* '''First Aid:''' He has a natural affinity for conjury but has only some basic training in it done, enough to perhaps temporarily stabilize critical wounds until someone more capable can take over. <br /> <br /> :* '''Lance-point Focus:''' He's pretty good with the lance, though a bit of a wildcard. He doesn’t have the height or length of limbs that the elezen or hyur do, but he’s quite a ways lighter and can jump quite impressively. He’s not as strong as his brother ([[Leon Greymoon]]), but he compensates by tactfully hitting core points in an opponent and hits where it ''hurts''. The drawback to it is, he can focus on a single opponent to the point of overlooking other circumstances. He is slowly overcoming this since being promoted among Adders' ranks.<br /> <br /> :* '''Leadership:''' He's a very gentle, but methodical and persistent leader. He has a reputation of taking care of his own and often takes time to speak with or help his recruits, even with things not necessarily related with the Grand Company. Something his superiors don't necessarily endorse, but it's proven to bring good results with no causalities up to date, so they let him do his thing.<br /> <br /> ===&lt;div style=&quot;padding:10px 15px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;&quot;&gt;Biography&lt;/div&gt;===<br /> <br /> ====&lt;div style=&quot;padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;&quot;&gt;Childhood&lt;/div&gt;====<br /> <br /> :Rei'li was the third son born to a former marauder mother ([[Rei Niraj]]) as the 6th child out of seven. She had been a bit on the stern side, especially towards her three sons, always emphasizing how critical it was for them to favor survival and be cautious and healthy, preparing them for their clan-to-clan breeding travels. She encouraged all three of them to pursue conjurer studies and trained them in basic combat arts along with their sisters. Back then, Rei'li would think it unfair and boring, and would often envy his sisters who had more free time.<br /> <br /> :His father was long gone from his life since early childhood due to circumstances Rei'li was unclear on. The man was/is a Keeper of the Moon miqo'te called [[Sonu'a Viqqoh]]. Rei'li shares the father with [[Leon Greymoon]].<br /> <br /> ====&lt;div style=&quot;padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;&quot;&gt;Conjury Studies and Ilja&lt;/div&gt;====<br /> <br /> :As an adolescent, Rei'li was not the most obedient child in the family, which would remain the case for years to come. He quickly learned though, that if he remained quiet about his mishaps, and was careful, his mother had no ground to scold him. He wasn't the best conjurer in his settlement, but he never tried to be either, he preferred to do the bare minimum to advance just to not get into trouble.<br /> <br /> :He further strayed from his interest in conjurer studies when his tribe reluctantly hosted a badly injured hyur lancer called [[Ilja Radall]]. Rei'li volunteered to help the man recover and was readily granted the duty. Both his teacher and mother were overjoyed at his initiative and saw it as an excellent opportunity for the young Keeper to learn about the responsibility and role of his studies. Unfortunately, that was far from the case. While recovering, Ilja would tell Rei'li of his adventures, of the far north where lancers ascended to dance with fate and become Dragoons. Fascinated both with the adventurer and the stories, Rei'li decided to follow Ilja when the other was fully recovered. His attempt was cut short though; the lancer talked him out of it, making him promise to do as his family wished until he reached adulthood and telling him to look for him in Coerthas someday, giving him a golden locket to return to him then.<br /> <br /> :Bound by the promise, Rei'li stayed until his coming of age. Much to his mother's dismay though, he barely fulfilled a year and a half of his nomadic ventures before he promptly packed his things and left for Gridania, headed for the lancers' guild to follow in Ilja's footsteps.<br /> <br /> ====&lt;div style=&quot;padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;&quot;&gt;Present&lt;/div&gt;====<br /> <br /> :Operating as an [[Order of the Twin Adder]] operative proved to be an effective source of income. He climbed through ranks steadily all the way to First Serpent Lieutenant, and is in charge of 8 recruits at the moment, all of which he gets along with wonderfully. He's also been promoted to Assistant Warmaster within Free Company ranks, with [[Ferus Ironlash]] as his superior. After the promotion, due to undisclosed circumstances, he left his former partner and home in Gridania to temporarily move in with the Free Company.<br /> <br /> ====&lt;div style=&quot;padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;&quot;&gt;Aeon&lt;/div&gt;====<br /> <br /> :After an unexpected assault in Thanalan two years ago, Rei'li was backed up by a woman called [[Sophia Grave]]. Having killed two out of the three assaulters, the two fled to safety where she explained the reason of their pursuit on the miqo'te and his possible connection to a Free Company called [[Aeon]]. After taking quite some time to rethink his position, Rei'li ultimately decided to approach the Free Company, officially enlisting in its ranks.<br /> <br /> :Among the operatives, Rei'li was reacquainted with his half-brother [[Leon Greymoon]] (Rewo'a Vhaaza). Though from different mothers, the two seem to have quite a variety of things in common, from physical features to their profession choice and, of course the circumstances regarding the Free Company. Which, in turn, revealed not to be a coincidence. After several months they were able to link all the accounted similarities to their father, [[Sonu'a Viqqoh]]. The circumstances of such a revelation left a lot to be desired, seen as the man worked against the Free Company by contract, but Sonu'a promptly decided to revoke his 'employers', in favor of learning both of his sons were alive and well.<br /> <br /> :As off the current Starlight, almost two years since his enlistment, Rei'li has been promoted to Assistant Warmaster within Company ranks. His role is to lead support squads on field, or the main forces in case of his superior's absence, his superior being [[Ferus Ironlash]]. The unspoken, secondary role he has, is to bring in firsthand information he manages to decipher about enemy ranks. His sources remain undisclosed, but the information he brings in is usually quite vital.<br /> <br /> ===&lt;div style=&quot;padding:10px 15px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;&quot;&gt;Miscellaneous&lt;/div&gt;===<br /> <br /> :* He wears a golden locket engraved with [[Nymeia, the Spinner]]'s symbol, that Ilja left in his care.<br /> <br /> :* He has what appears to be a [https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/eb/71/f6/eb71f6a0bd23d2f7d71fa317091d16fc.jpg rune-like tattoo] that has a faint, blue glow, at the back of his neck. It's often obstructed from view by the fall of his hair, jacket collar and strategically tied scarf.<br /> <br /> &lt;table style=&quot;position:center;&quot; width=&quot;100%&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;tr&gt;<br /> &lt;td style=&quot;vertical-align: top;width:50%;padding-right:10px; font-size:9pt;font-family:Helvetica;&quot;&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;mw-headline&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;div style=&quot;padding:10px 35px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;&quot;&gt;&lt;center&gt;''RUMORS''&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;<br /> ''Some of these rumors are untrue or are greatly exaggerated. Please feel free to add your own rumors under PC!''<br /> &lt;div style=&quot;border:0px solid; padding:8px;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;<br /> &lt;div style=&quot;padding:10px 25px; background: #90AB76;&quot;&gt;◢ Common Rumors (Easily overheard)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#90AB76;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; [[Gridania]]: &quot;White hair? Blue eyes? He's usually in the New part of the town. Try the Roost or the Twin Adders' in the evenings.&quot;<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#90AB76;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; [[The Roost]]: &quot;Oh yes, polite lad, always groomed. Likes the benches just outside better than the inn chairs though. He'll take a single glass of wine over several of ale. And company under the stars rather than behind inn doors.&quot;<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#90AB76;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; [[Adders' Nest]]: &quot;Lieutenant Niraj? He's got some kind of allergy to rules but he gets the job done. Not always in the most conventional way, mind you. *sigh*&quot;<br /> <br /> &lt;b&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;padding:10px 25px; background: #F37E1D;&quot;&gt;◢ Moderate Rumors (Moderately difficult to overhear)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#F37E1D;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; [[Ebony Stalls]]: &quot;Hm, if you see him, can you tell him my wares arrived? I feel bad for asking but he's been a big help last time and my back is killing me.&quot;<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#F37E1D;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; [[Adder's Nest]]: &quot;If you ever see him uncombed or disheveled, call me. No, really, he might either be dying or the world's coming to an end.&quot;<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#F37E1D;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; [[Adder's Nest]]: &quot;His recruits have it bloody good. I've never seen them not get along. He treats them like younger siblings.&quot;<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#F37E1D;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; [[The Roost]]: &quot;He's very fun a couple drinks in. He's always got some kind of charming remark about anyone, thought it's hard to make him divulge things about himself.&quot;<br /> <br /> &lt;b&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;padding:10px 25px; background: #D83018;&quot;&gt;◢ Rare Rumors (Very difficult or rarely overheard)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#D83018;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; [[Lancers' Guild]]: &quot;He trained here for three years. He was quite determined to do so, and that kind of determination is very welcome for a lancer. I hope he found what he's been looking for in Coerthas.&quot;<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#D83018;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; [[Alberic Bale]]: &quot;He came looking for a late Dragoon years ago. I still remember the heartbreak on his face when I gave him the news. The death of a loved one is sadly a reality far too common this far North.&quot;<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#D83018;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; [[The Roost]]: &quot;He came back from Coerthas... different. He smiles more, but it never touches his eyes. There's a different glint there now. Good luck getting the story out of him though.&quot;<br /> <br /> &lt;b&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;padding:10px 25px; background: #aac5b4;&quot;&gt;◢ PC Rumors (Rumors from the characters' of other players)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#aac5b4;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; &quot;I'll admit I was caught off guard when I realized he was my brother, but to be honest, it is only natural, considering how much we look alike, and how well we fight. And I never did have a 'little' brother, don't tell him I said that though.&quot; -[[Leon Greymoon]]<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#aac5b4;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; &quot;I never thought I'd see my sons again, let alone little Fox. I don't expect either of my sons to trust me after what I did, but Rei'li has made strides towards building a connection with me. Did you know I am a grandfather? Just don't tell his mom he told me first.&quot; -[[Sonu'a Viqqoh]] <br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#aac5b4;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; <br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#aac5b4;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; <br /> &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;td style=&quot;vertical-align: top;width:50%;padding-right:10px; font-size:9pt;font-family:Helvetica;&quot;&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;mw-headline&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;div style=&quot;padding:10px 35px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;&quot;&gt;&lt;center&gt;''RELATIONS''&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;<br /> : &lt;center&gt;&lt;font style=&quot;color:#F02311;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;♥&lt;/font&gt; Romantic &lt;font style=&quot;color:#000000;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;♥&lt;/font&gt; Sexual &lt;font style=&quot;color:#FA70BC;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;♥&lt;/font&gt; Platonic &lt;font style=&quot;color:#9EC60B;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;●&lt;/font&gt; Good Standing &lt;font style=&quot;color:#C24640;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;●&lt;/font&gt; Poor Standing&lt;/center&gt;<br /> <br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#C24640;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;●&lt;/font&gt; [[Rei Niraj]] : ''Miqo'te, Keeper of the Moon, female, 59, former Marauder.'' His mother. They have a slightly strained relationship due to him actively avoiding his racial obligations.<br /> <br /> : ??? [[Ilja Radall]] : ''Hyur, Midlander, male, 30, Dragoon - presumed dead.'' An adventurer Rei'li volunteered to care for when his family clan found him injured in the woods. He was an inspiration for the young miqo'te to become a lancer, and later Dragoon. Though reluctant to admit it at present, the Keeper did grow to nourish deep feelings of affection for the other, ones that have persisted for over a decade since their first meeting. Despite the news of the man's death, he's remained an unbendable inspiration and drive for the Miqo'te to press on through life.<br /> <br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#FA70BC;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;♥&lt;/font&gt; [[Nemoh Nodaya]] : ''Miqo'te, Keeper of the Moon, female, 20, Conjurer.'' Formerly known as Nemoh Niraj. His younger sister. She's very lively and quite loud, so he tends to slip into the older brother role when around her.<br /> <br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#9EC60B;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;●&lt;/font&gt; [[Madensa Virri'ai]] : ''Elezen, Wildwood, male, ?, Lancer.'' A good friend Rei'li met during their Lancer training. The Elezen's mellow nature complimented the miqo'te's more trouble-making tendencies quite well. The two lost contact after Rei'li's departure for Coerthas, though.<br /> <br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#9EC60B;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;●&lt;/font&gt; [[Sophia Grave]] : ''Hyur, Garlean, female, 32, ?.'' A swift fighter that came to his aid when he was cornered, and who helped him find a couple of answers on the matter. He believes himself in her debt.<br /> <br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#FA70BC;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;♥&lt;/font&gt; [[Leon Greymoon]] : ''Miqo'te, Keeper of the Moon, male, 25, Dragoon.'' Formerly known as Rewo'a Vhaaza. (Slightly) younger brother. They met through the Free Company. Their job choice and physical similarities make them get along swimmingly. Upon learning they're family, Rei'li was left feeling instinctively protective of Leon.<br /> <br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#FA70BC;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;♥&lt;/font&gt; [[Eli'a Niraj]] : ''Miqo'te, Keeper of the Moon, male, 8, ?.'' Formerly known as Eli'a Seefali. Rei'li's (only?) biological child, born through clan breeding. The Seefali family clan was caught in a conflict with the [[poachers]] shortly after the calamity. Eli Seefali managed to make it with the child to [[Buscarron's Druthers]] but she fell ill soon after, succumbing to her wounds. She left the child in the care of a hyur fisherslady using Rei'li's last name in hopes the clan would some day find him and take him in. After several years, the name did indeed reach the elusive clan. Upon recognizing the first name though, Rei'to, the clan notary and Rei'li's older brother, sent word to Rei'li first. Rei'li decided to take the child with him to Gridania instead of the family clan, not wanting him to be submitted to forced traditions. Eli'a is, in Rei'li's eyes, worryingly quiet, very reserved and observant for someone his age. Rei'li swore to himself to never let any of his work or free company circumstances affect Eli'a, which is why he's very selective of even mentioning him.<br /> <br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#FA70BC;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;♥&lt;/font&gt; [[Sonu'a Viqqoh]] : ''Miqo'te/Hyur, Keeper of the Moon/Ishgardian, male, 48, ?.'' Rei'li's father, shared with [[Leon Greymoon]]. They have only recently been reunited and under not the best of circumstances. Rei'li had always looked up to the idea of a father, so despite Sonu'a being all but the ideal one, he still finds himself drawn to spend time with him and was easier to warm up to the idea of giving him a second chance than Leon was.<br /> <br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#FA70BC;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;♥&lt;/font&gt; [[Zevi'to Mhade]] : ''Miqo'te/Elezen, Keeper of the Moon/Ishgardian, male, 21, Machinist.'' Due to an unexpected, but thankfully temporary, turn of events, the man had been tied to Rei'li in a very intense matter. The two managed to make the best of the situation though, promising to keep each other's secrets safe. They've bonded over the matter, seem to trust each other deeply and wish to keep each other safe and sound.<br /> <br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#9EC60B;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;●&lt;/font&gt; [[Ferus Ironlash]] : ''Hyur, Highlander, male, ??, Knight.'' A strong fighter and Rei'li's superior within Free Company ranks. Though they don't really discuss private matters much they seem to share the outlook on many things, and the fact that they've both got family to come home to at the end of the day. Rei'li respects the man both as a fighter and as a military leader.<br /> <br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#9EC60B;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;●&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font style=&quot;color:#FA70BC;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;♥&lt;/font&gt; [[Zander Zeataux]] : ''Elezen, Ishgardian, male, 30, Dragoon.'' A former Dragoon that joined Rei'li's free company. From the get go, Rei'li's taken a shine to the man, awed at the fact that he was the first fully fledged Dragoon he's truly spoken to in years. While he tries not to show it, Rei'li looks up to the man a lot and seems to always try to do his best on field when Zander is about, not wanting to disappoint him. More often than not, they're prone to share some lighthearted banter.<br /> &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;<br /> <br /> ===&lt;div style=&quot;padding:10px 35px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;&quot;&gt;Gallery&lt;/div&gt;===<br /> &lt;center&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;gallery&gt;<br /> File:Reili.jpg|Gear Setup<br /> File:IljaRadall.jpg|[[A young Ilja Radall]]<br /> File:Rei_Ilja_stars.jpg|Rei and Ilja<br /> File:Reili_speedsketches.png|Rei'li art<br /> File:Rei transition.png|Rei'li art<br /> File:Reili leon01.png|[[Leon Greymoon]] &amp; Rei'li<br /> &lt;/gallery&gt;<br /> &lt;/center&gt;<br /> <br /> ===&lt;div style=&quot;padding:10px 35px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;&quot;&gt;Footnotes&lt;/div&gt;===<br /> <br /> : Template by [[Bancroft Gairn]]<br /> : '''Theme Song''': [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hT_nvWreIhg &quot;OneRepublic - Counting Stars&quot;] [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KqSoHWqWBN0 &quot;Fall Out Boy - Death Valley&quot;] [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Vfnl71BRvhI &quot;Måns Zelmerlöw - Fire In The Rain&quot;]<br /> : '''TV Tropes''': [http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/SeparatedAtBirth Separated At Birth] | [http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/TheMourningAfter The Mourning After] | [http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/LightIsNotGood Light Is Not Good] | [http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/TheUnfettered The Unfettered] | [http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/ChallengeSeeker Challenge Seeker] | [http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/BecauseImGoodAtIt Because I'm Good At It] | [http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/NotAMorningPerson Not A Morning Person] | [http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/DeepCoverAgent Deep Cover Agent] | [http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/FlirtingUnderFire Flirting Under Fire] | [http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/SecondLove Second Love] | [http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/PapaWolf Papa Wolf]</div>

B'habra https://wiki.ffxiv-roleplayers.com/index.php?title=Rei%27li_Niraj&diff=247626 2017-05-25T16:46:48Z

<p>B'habra: </p> <hr /> <div>{{Infobox-character<br /> | name = Rei'li Niraj<br /> | image = ReiliNiraj.jpg<br /> | imagewidth = 350x350<br /> | caption = &quot;Fate may have a mind of its own, but so do we. And great minds enjoy a good challenge.&quot; <br /> | title = The &quot;White Fox&quot;<br /> | gender = Male<br /> | citizenship = Gridania<br /> | race = Miqo'te<br /> | clan = Keeper of the Moon<br /> | stat_1 = Guardian<br /> | stat_1_value = [[Nymeia, the Spinner]] <br /> | stat_2 = Occupation<br /> | stat_2_value = [[Lancer]] / First Serpent Lieutenant<br /> | stat_3 = Nameday / Age<br /> | stat_3_value = 15th Sun of the 2nd Astral Moon / 26<br /> | stat_4 = Height / Weight<br /> | stat_4_value = 5 fulm 7 ilm / 137 ponz<br /> | stat_5 = Orientation<br /> | stat_5_value = Panromantic / Homosexual (single)<br /> | stat_6 = Server<br /> | stat_6_value = Balmung<br /> }}<br /> <br /> ((Page still WIP!))<br /> <br /> ===&lt;div style=&quot;padding:10px 15px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;&quot;&gt;Basic Info&lt;/div&gt;===<br /> : Rei'li Niraj is a male Keeper of the Moon Miqo'te native to [[Black Shroud]] ([[Alder Springs]]), [[Gridania]]. He is a full time [[Order of the Twin Adder]] First Serpent Lieutenant. He is currently stationed in Gridania.<br /> &lt;table style=&quot;position:center;&quot; width=&quot;75%&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;tr&gt;<br /> &lt;td style=&quot;vertical-align: top;font-size:9pt;font-family:Helvetica;&quot;&gt;&lt;h3&gt;<br /> &lt;div style=&quot;padding:10px 35px;background: #ECCA67;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;&quot;&gt;&lt;center&gt;''LIKES''&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#ECCA67;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; challenges<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#ECCA67;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; having time to bathe, groom and rest<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#ECCA67;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; children; he's surprisingly good with them<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#ECCA67;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; spending time with family<br /> <br /> &lt;td style=&quot;vertical-align: top;font-size:9pt;font-family:Helvetica;&quot;&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;mw-headline&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;div style=&quot;padding:10px 35px; background: #DFD59E;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;&quot;&gt;&lt;center&gt;''DISLIKES''&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;<br /> <br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#DFD59E;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; his breeding obligations<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#DFD59E;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; his own clan's family reunions<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#DFD59E;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; people who endanger others, esp. children<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#DFD59E;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; bright light<br /> <br /> &lt;td style=&quot;vertical-align: top;font-size:9pt;font-family:Helvetica;&quot;&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;mw-headline&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;div style=&quot;padding:10px 35px; background: #CACFA5;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;&quot;&gt;&lt;center&gt;''OTHER''&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;<br /> <br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#CACFA5;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; Alignment: True Neutral<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#CACFA5;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; Vice(s): he's indulgent, likes physical attention<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#CACFA5;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; Favorite Food: sweetwater fish<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#CACFA5;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; Favorite Drink: red wine<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#CACFA5;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; Favorite Color: spring green<br /> <br /> &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;<br /> <br /> ===&lt;div style=&quot;padding:10px 15px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;&quot;&gt;Appearance &amp; Personality&lt;/div&gt;===<br /> : He's pretty tall for a Miqo'te and fit, due to some traces of hyur blood and constant physical activity. Keeps well groomed (because long white fur requires anything but), is choosy of what he wears and is debatably easy on the eyes (if that's what one's into).<br /> <br /> :He’s very social and accommodating, very easy to get along with - but pretty two-faced and reserved beneath the social exterior. He has an amusing sense of humor, can be pretty warm and affectionate with people he's close with. But on the downside, he seems to be allergic to doing things by the book, cleans up after his messes just enough to never quite shoulder blame, is lazy as hell and will sleep whenever he can. Can, has and would kill in cold blood, no questions asked. Has his own agenda and will stick to it even if it means over someone’s dead body, especially if said someone so much as hints at harming anyone he considers family.<br /> <br /> ===&lt;div style=&quot;padding:10px 15px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;&quot;&gt;Talents / Powers:&lt;/div&gt;===<br /> :* '''First Aid:''' He has a natural affinity for conjury but has only some basic training in it done, enough to perhaps temporarily stabilize critical wounds until someone more capable can take over. <br /> <br /> :* '''Lance-point Focus:''' He's pretty good with the lance, though a bit of a wildcard. He doesn’t have the height or length of limbs that the elezen or hyur do, but he’s quite a ways lighter and can jump quite impressively. He’s not as strong as his brother ([[Leon Greymoon]]), but he compensates by tactfully hitting core points in an opponent and hits where it ''hurts''. The drawback to it is, he can focus on a single opponent to the point of overlooking other circumstances. He is slowly overcoming this since being promoted among Adders' ranks.<br /> <br /> :* '''Leadership:''' He's a very gentle, but methodical and persistent leader. He has a reputation of taking care of his own and often takes time to speak with or help his recruits, even with things not necessarily related with the Grand Company. Something his superiors don't necessarily endorse, but it's proven to bring good results with no causalities up to date, so they let him do his thing.<br /> <br /> ===&lt;div style=&quot;padding:10px 15px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;&quot;&gt;Biography&lt;/div&gt;===<br /> <br /> ====&lt;div style=&quot;padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;&quot;&gt;Childhood&lt;/div&gt;====<br /> <br /> :Rei'li was the third son born to a former marauder mother ([[Rei Niraj]]) as the 6th child out of seven. She had been a bit on the stern side, especially towards her three sons, always emphasizing how critical it was for them to favor survival and be cautious and healthy, preparing them for their clan-to-clan breeding travels. She encouraged all three of them to pursue conjurer studies and trained them in basic combat arts along with their sisters. Back then, Rei'li would think it unfair and boring, and would often envy his sisters who had more free time.<br /> <br /> :His father was long gone from his life since early childhood due to circumstances Rei'li was unclear on. The man was/is a Keeper of the Moon miqo'te called [[Sonu'a Viqqoh]]. Rei'li shares the father with [[Leon Greymoon]].<br /> <br /> ====&lt;div style=&quot;padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;&quot;&gt;Conjury Studies and Ilja&lt;/div&gt;====<br /> <br /> :As an adolescent, Rei'li was not the most obedient child in the family, which would remain the case for years to come. He quickly learned though, that if he remained quiet about his mishaps, and was careful, his mother had no ground to scold him. He wasn't the best conjurer in his settlement, but he never tried to be either, he preferred to do the bare minimum to advance just to not get into trouble.<br /> <br /> :He further strayed from his interest in conjurer studies when his tribe reluctantly hosted a badly injured hyur lancer called [[Ilja Radall]]. Rei'li volunteered to help the man recover and was readily granted the duty. Both his teacher and mother were overjoyed at his initiative and saw it as an excellent opportunity for the young Keeper to learn about the responsibility and role of his studies. Unfortunately, that was far from the case. While recovering, Ilja would tell Rei'li of his adventures, of the far north where lancers ascended to dance with fate and become Dragoons. Fascinated both with the adventurer and the stories, Rei'li decided to follow Ilja when the other was fully recovered. His attempt was cut short though; the lancer talked him out of it, making him promise to do as his family wished until he reached adulthood and telling him to look for him in Coerthas someday, giving him a golden locket to return to him then.<br /> <br /> :Bound by the promise, Rei'li stayed until his coming of age. Much to his mother's dismay though, he barely fulfilled a year and a half of his nomadic ventures before he promptly packed his things and left for Gridania, headed for the lancers' guild to follow in Ilja's footsteps.<br /> <br /> ====&lt;div style=&quot;padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;&quot;&gt;Lancer to &quot;Dragoon&quot;&lt;/div&gt;====<br /> <br /> : Arrived in Gridania and enlisted in the lancers' guild, he slowly learned to assimilate the difference of pace and blend in among the variety of races and cultures in the city. He had a good eye for keeping out of trouble and his outwardly social nature often allowed him to go unnoticed. He had always been told to be wary of other races, or even other male miqo'te - but in the city such encounters were next to impossible to avoid. Instead, he learned to charm his way out of them, mostly coming up on top.<br /> <br /> :His lancer training was a bit of a curve-ball. The first steps were a testing experience, especially considering he'd never really undertaken training that severe back home. It displeased him that the Lancers' guild master refused to speak to him about becoming a [[Dragoon]] right away, but even he had to admit he didn't think he was ready to take that route just yet. Sore and aching he dragged himself to training each day. His afternoons would entail working odd jobs at the market, while his evenings were spent in a quiet corner at the inn, or the benches outside if the weather permitted it. Sometimes in the company of a visiting adventurer. During his training he befriended an elezen called [[Madensa Virri'ai]], often getting them both into trouble.<br /> <br /> :He would occasionally write home, but the responses would often hold an urge to leave his training and tend to his racial duties instead, which, again, mostly dissuaded him from abiding and instead train harder. He also remained friendly, but a bit more reserved in company of other miqo'te women, subconsciously.<br /> <br /> :After proving a quite reliable helping hand during the Calamity, he was given the approval to travel to [[Coerthas]]. The weather, however, proved as chill a greeting as the answers to his questions about Ilja; the lancer had indeed reached the [[Observatorium of Aetherial and Astrological Phenomena]] and [[Camp Dragonhead]], but he hadn't been as ready as he thought - and suffered the repercussions. Lost and unsure for the first time in his life, Rei'li was presented with the choice to either go back to is family and live a secure and relatively peaceful life, or take on the mantle he was training so hard to earn, filling in Ilja's place in the thinned ranks of the training camp. He chose the latter.<br /> <br /> :Two years of training in Coerthas did sharpen his skills slowly but surely over time, though his title got pushed back a few times due to his race and the lack of an Ishgardian citizenship. Finally coming to terms with his situation, he resolved to return to [[Black Shroud]] and indulge himself a bit. He found himself quite at home in the [[Order of the Twin Adder]] ranks.<br /> <br /> ====&lt;div style=&quot;padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;&quot;&gt;Present&lt;/div&gt;====<br /> <br /> :Operating as an [[Order of the Twin Adder]] operative proved to be an effective source of income. He climbed through ranks steadily all the way to First Serpent Lieutenant, and is in charge of 8 recruits at the moment, all of which he gets along with wonderfully. He's also been promoted to Assistant Warmaster within Free Company ranks, with [[Ferus Ironlash]] as his superior. After the promotion, due to undisclosed circumstances, he left his former partner and home in Gridania to temporarily move in with the Free Company.<br /> <br /> ====&lt;div style=&quot;padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;&quot;&gt;Aeon&lt;/div&gt;====<br /> <br /> :After an unexpected assault in Thanalan two years ago, Rei'li was backed up by a woman called [[Sophia Grave]]. Having killed two out of the three assaulters, the two fled to safety where she explained the reason of their pursuit on the miqo'te and his possible connection to a Free Company called [[Aeon]]. After taking quite some time to rethink his position, Rei'li ultimately decided to approach the Free Company, officially enlisting in its ranks.<br /> <br /> :Among the operatives, Rei'li was reacquainted with his half-brother [[Leon Greymoon]] (Rewo'a Vhaaza). Though from different mothers, the two seem to have quite a variety of things in common, from physical features to their profession choice and, of course the circumstances regarding the Free Company. Which, in turn, revealed not to be a coincidence. After several months they were able to link all the accounted similarities to their father, [[Sonu'a Viqqoh]]. The circumstances of such a revelation left a lot to be desired, seen as the man worked against the Free Company by contract, but Sonu'a promptly decided to revoke his 'employers', in favor of learning both of his sons were alive and well.<br /> <br /> :As off the current Starlight, almost two years since his enlistment, Rei'li has been promoted to Assistant Warmaster within Company ranks. His role is to lead support squads on field, or the main forces in case of his superior's absence, his superior being [[Ferus Ironlash]]. The unspoken, secondary role he has, is to bring in firsthand information he manages to decipher about enemy ranks. His sources remain undisclosed, but the information he brings in is usually quite vital.<br /> <br /> ===&lt;div style=&quot;padding:10px 15px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;&quot;&gt;Miscellaneous&lt;/div&gt;===<br /> <br /> :* He wears a golden locket engraved with [[Nymeia, the Spinner]]'s symbol, that Ilja left in his care.<br /> <br /> :* He has what appears to be a [https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/eb/71/f6/eb71f6a0bd23d2f7d71fa317091d16fc.jpg rune-like tattoo] that has a faint, blue glow, at the back of his neck. It's often obstructed from view by the fall of his hair, jacket collar and strategically tied scarf.<br /> <br /> &lt;table style=&quot;position:center;&quot; width=&quot;100%&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;tr&gt;<br /> &lt;td style=&quot;vertical-align: top;width:50%;padding-right:10px; font-size:9pt;font-family:Helvetica;&quot;&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;mw-headline&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;div style=&quot;padding:10px 35px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;&quot;&gt;&lt;center&gt;''RUMORS''&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;<br /> ''Some of these rumors are untrue or are greatly exaggerated. Please feel free to add your own rumors under PC!''<br /> &lt;div style=&quot;border:0px solid; padding:8px;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;<br /> &lt;div style=&quot;padding:10px 25px; background: #90AB76;&quot;&gt;◢ Common Rumors (Easily overheard)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#90AB76;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; [[Gridania]]: &quot;White hair? Blue eyes? He's usually in the New part of the town. Try the Roost or the Twin Adders' in the evenings.&quot;<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#90AB76;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; [[The Roost]]: &quot;Oh yes, polite lad, always groomed. Likes the benches just outside better than the inn chairs though. He'll take a single glass of wine over several of ale. And company under the stars rather than behind inn doors.&quot;<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#90AB76;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; [[Adders' Nest]]: &quot;Lieutenant Niraj? He's got some kind of allergy to rules but he gets the job done. Not always in the most conventional way, mind you. *sigh*&quot;<br /> <br /> &lt;b&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;padding:10px 25px; background: #F37E1D;&quot;&gt;◢ Moderate Rumors (Moderately difficult to overhear)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#F37E1D;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; [[Ebony Stalls]]: &quot;Hm, if you see him, can you tell him my wares arrived? I feel bad for asking but he's been a big help last time and my back is killing me.&quot;<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#F37E1D;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; [[Adder's Nest]]: &quot;If you ever see him uncombed or disheveled, call me. No, really, he might either be dying or the world's coming to an end.&quot;<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#F37E1D;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; [[Adder's Nest]]: &quot;His recruits have it bloody good. I've never seen them not get along. He treats them like younger siblings.&quot;<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#F37E1D;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; [[The Roost]]: &quot;He's very fun a couple drinks in. He's always got some kind of charming remark about anyone, thought it's hard to make him divulge things about himself.&quot;<br /> <br /> &lt;b&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;padding:10px 25px; background: #D83018;&quot;&gt;◢ Rare Rumors (Very difficult or rarely overheard)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#D83018;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; [[Lancers' Guild]]: &quot;He trained here for three years. He was quite determined to do so, and that kind of determination is very welcome for a lancer. I hope he found what he's been looking for in Coerthas.&quot;<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#D83018;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; [[Alberic Bale]]: &quot;He came looking for a late Dragoon years ago. I still remember the heartbreak on his face when I gave him the news. The death of a loved one is sadly a reality far too common this far North.&quot;<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#D83018;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; [[The Roost]]: &quot;He came back from Coerthas... different. He smiles more, but it never touches his eyes. There's a different glint there now. Good luck getting the story out of him though.&quot;<br /> <br /> &lt;b&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;padding:10px 25px; background: #aac5b4;&quot;&gt;◢ PC Rumors (Rumors from the characters' of other players)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#aac5b4;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; &quot;I'll admit I was caught off guard when I realized he was my brother, but to be honest, it is only natural, considering how much we look alike, and how well we fight. And I never did have a 'little' brother, don't tell him I said that though.&quot; -[[Leon Greymoon]]<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#aac5b4;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; &quot;I never thought I'd see my sons again, let alone little Fox. I don't expect either of my sons to trust me after what I did, but Rei'li has made strides towards building a connection with me. Did you know I am a grandfather? Just don't tell his mom he told me first.&quot; -[[Sonu'a Viqqoh]] <br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#aac5b4;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; <br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#aac5b4;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; <br /> &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;td style=&quot;vertical-align: top;width:50%;padding-right:10px; font-size:9pt;font-family:Helvetica;&quot;&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;mw-headline&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;div style=&quot;padding:10px 35px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;&quot;&gt;&lt;center&gt;''RELATIONS''&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;<br /> : &lt;center&gt;&lt;font style=&quot;color:#F02311;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;♥&lt;/font&gt; Romantic &lt;font style=&quot;color:#000000;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;♥&lt;/font&gt; Sexual &lt;font style=&quot;color:#FA70BC;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;♥&lt;/font&gt; Platonic &lt;font style=&quot;color:#9EC60B;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;●&lt;/font&gt; Good Standing &lt;font style=&quot;color:#C24640;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;●&lt;/font&gt; Poor Standing&lt;/center&gt;<br /> <br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#C24640;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;●&lt;/font&gt; [[Rei Niraj]] : ''Miqo'te, Keeper of the Moon, female, 59, former Marauder.'' His mother. They have a slightly strained relationship due to him actively avoiding his racial obligations.<br /> <br /> : ??? [[Ilja Radall]] : ''Hyur, Midlander, male, 30, Dragoon - presumed dead.'' An adventurer Rei'li volunteered to care for when his family clan found him injured in the woods. He was an inspiration for the young miqo'te to become a lancer, and later Dragoon. Though reluctant to admit it at present, the Keeper did grow to nourish deep feelings of affection for the other, ones that have persisted for over a decade since their first meeting. Despite the news of the man's death, he's remained an unbendable inspiration and drive for the Miqo'te to press on through life.<br /> <br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#FA70BC;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;♥&lt;/font&gt; [[Nemoh Nodaya]] : ''Miqo'te, Keeper of the Moon, female, 20, Conjurer.'' Formerly known as Nemoh Niraj. His younger sister. She's very lively and quite loud, so he tends to slip into the older brother role when around her.<br /> <br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#9EC60B;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;●&lt;/font&gt; [[Madensa Virri'ai]] : ''Elezen, Wildwood, male, ?, Lancer.'' A good friend Rei'li met during their Lancer training. The Elezen's mellow nature complimented the miqo'te's more trouble-making tendencies quite well. The two lost contact after Rei'li's departure for Coerthas, though.<br /> <br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#9EC60B;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;●&lt;/font&gt; [[Sophia Grave]] : ''Hyur, Garlean, female, 32, ?.'' A swift fighter that came to his aid when he was cornered, and who helped him find a couple of answers on the matter. He believes himself in her debt.<br /> <br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#FA70BC;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;♥&lt;/font&gt; [[Leon Greymoon]] : ''Miqo'te, Keeper of the Moon, male, 25, Dragoon.'' Formerly known as Rewo'a Vhaaza. (Slightly) younger brother. They met through the Free Company. Their job choice and physical similarities make them get along swimmingly. Upon learning they're family, Rei'li was left feeling instinctively protective of Leon.<br /> <br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#FA70BC;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;♥&lt;/font&gt; [[Eli'a Niraj]] : ''Miqo'te, Keeper of the Moon, male, 8, ?.'' Formerly known as Eli'a Seefali. Rei'li's (only?) biological child, born through clan breeding. The Seefali family clan was caught in a conflict with the [[poachers]] shortly after the calamity. Eli Seefali managed to make it with the child to [[Buscarron's Druthers]] but she fell ill soon after, succumbing to her wounds. She left the child in the care of a hyur fisherslady using Rei'li's last name in hopes the clan would some day find him and take him in. After several years, the name did indeed reach the elusive clan. Upon recognizing the first name though, Rei'to, the clan notary and Rei'li's older brother, sent word to Rei'li first. Rei'li decided to take the child with him to Gridania instead of the family clan, not wanting him to be submitted to forced traditions. Eli'a is, in Rei'li's eyes, worryingly quiet, very reserved and observant for someone his age. Rei'li swore to himself to never let any of his work or free company circumstances affect Eli'a, which is why he's very selective of even mentioning him.<br /> <br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#FA70BC;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;♥&lt;/font&gt; [[Sonu'a Viqqoh]] : ''Miqo'te/Hyur, Keeper of the Moon/Ishgardian, male, 48, ?.'' Rei'li's father, shared with [[Leon Greymoon]]. They have only recently been reunited and under not the best of circumstances. Rei'li had always looked up to the idea of a father, so despite Sonu'a being all but the ideal one, he still finds himself drawn to spend time with him and was easier to warm up to the idea of giving him a second chance than Leon was.<br /> <br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#FA70BC;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;♥&lt;/font&gt; [[Zevi'to Mhade]] : ''Miqo'te/Elezen, Keeper of the Moon/Ishgardian, male, 21, Machinist.'' Due to an unexpected, but thankfully temporary, turn of events, the man had been tied to Rei'li in a very intense matter. The two managed to make the best of the situation though, promising to keep each other's secrets safe. They've bonded over the matter, seem to trust each other deeply and wish to keep each other safe and sound.<br /> <br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#9EC60B;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;●&lt;/font&gt; [[Ferus Ironlash]] : ''Hyur, Highlander, male, ??, Knight.'' A strong fighter and Rei'li's superior within Free Company ranks. Though they don't really discuss private matters much they seem to share the outlook on many things, and the fact that they've both got family to come home to at the end of the day. Rei'li respects the man both as a fighter and as a military leader.<br /> <br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#9EC60B;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;●&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font style=&quot;color:#FA70BC;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;♥&lt;/font&gt; [[Zander Zeataux]] : ''Elezen, Ishgardian, male, 30, Dragoon.'' A former Dragoon that joined Rei'li's free company. From the get go, Rei'li's taken a shine to the man, awed at the fact that he was the first fully fledged Dragoon he's truly spoken to in years. While he tries not to show it, Rei'li looks up to the man a lot and seems to always try to do his best on field when Zander is about, not wanting to disappoint him. More often than not, they're prone to share some lighthearted banter.<br /> &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;<br /> <br /> ===&lt;div style=&quot;padding:10px 35px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;&quot;&gt;Gallery&lt;/div&gt;===<br /> &lt;center&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;gallery&gt;<br /> File:Reili.jpg|Gear Setup<br /> File:IljaRadall.jpg|[[A young Ilja Radall]]<br /> File:Rei_Ilja_stars.jpg|Rei and Ilja<br /> File:Reili_speedsketches.png|Rei'li art<br /> File:Rei transition.png|Rei'li art<br /> File:Reili leon01.png|[[Leon Greymoon]] &amp; Rei'li<br /> &lt;/gallery&gt;<br /> &lt;/center&gt;<br /> <br /> ===&lt;div style=&quot;padding:10px 35px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;&quot;&gt;Footnotes&lt;/div&gt;===<br /> <br /> : Template by [[Bancroft Gairn]]<br /> : '''Theme Song''': [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hT_nvWreIhg &quot;OneRepublic - Counting Stars&quot;] [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KqSoHWqWBN0 &quot;Fall Out Boy - Death Valley&quot;] [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Vfnl71BRvhI &quot;Måns Zelmerlöw - Fire In The Rain&quot;]<br /> : '''TV Tropes''': [http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/SeparatedAtBirth Separated At Birth] | [http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/TheMourningAfter The Mourning After] | [http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/LightIsNotGood Light Is Not Good] | [http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/TheUnfettered The Unfettered] | [http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/ChallengeSeeker Challenge Seeker] | [http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/BecauseImGoodAtIt Because I'm Good At It] | [http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/NotAMorningPerson Not A Morning Person] | [http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/DeepCoverAgent Deep Cover Agent] | [http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/FlirtingUnderFire Flirting Under Fire] | [http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/SecondLove Second Love] | [http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/PapaWolf Papa Wolf]</div>

B'habra https://wiki.ffxiv-roleplayers.com/index.php?title=J%27karu_Rhome&diff=247625 2017-05-25T16:44:37Z

<p>B'habra: </p> <hr /> <div>{{Infobox-character<br /> | name = J'karu Rhome<br /> | image = Jkaru.png<br /> | imagewidth = 338<br /> | caption = J'karu with Pukko at the docks in the Lavender Beds.<br /> | title = <br /> | gender = Female<br /> | citizenship =<br /> | race = Miqo'te<br /> | clan = Seeker of the Sun<br /> | stat_1 = Place of Birth<br /> | stat_1_value = Sandgate, Thanalan<br /> | stat_2 = Nameday<br /> | stat_2_value = 6th Sun of the 2nd Umbral Moon, 1555<br /> | stat_3 = Age<br /> | stat_3_value = 22<br /> | stat_4 = Guardian<br /> | stat_4_value = [[Oschon, the Wanderer]]<br /> | stat_5 = Profession<br /> | stat_5_value = Mage<br /> | stat_6 = Theme Song<br /> | stat_6_value = ''[https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=niALD7XzhRs Just Do It]''<br /> }}<br /> <br /> '''J'karu Rhome''' is an outcast of the J tribe of the Seekers of the Sun. While not devout, she commits her wanderings to following Oschon, searching for adventure and good times the world over. She is a free-spirited creature, but is never seen without the company of her lover and best friend. Nearing the ability of a full archmage, she is adept at both black and white magics, but flounders when it comes to heavy physical fighting.<br /> <br /> ==Personality==<br /> J'karu is an over all a carefree person, a free-spirit. She's laid back, happy and constantly ready to meet people. With this, she has a determination that sets her along a course till its termination. It should be mentioned, though, that she can be a bit scatter-minded when she doesn't have a task or job at hand, going hand in hand with her free-spirit, this can make her wander off on a thread or journey until she does find something more pertinent to focus on. That being said, J'karu has an inexhaustible curiosity. Left to her own devices, she would be content to wander the countryside searching for new views and tidbits of stories and folklore... or, perhaps most importantly, any new form of magic.<br /> <br /> But she is wise enough to know that such wandering and adventuring is a good means of revenue. As such, she is keen enough to use her magical prowess to secure herself money to upkeep her equipment and wanderer's lifestyle. After all, any mage worth their salt, even one that casts via shear efforts and passions like J'karu, knows that some parts of the craft requires catalysts, so she is not fool enough to spend all her days wandering aimlessly.<br /> <br /> She's not easily scared by much, except for Sea Wasps and anything similar to a jellyfish. For those, she typically runs on sight. As strange as it goes, she's a mite scared of being lonely... which is what would drive her back to the City States after a bout of wandering in the first place. Lastly J'karu's stubborn and can be a bit of a spitfire when you rub her the wrong way. She is more than willing to lash out with a sharp tongue if you piss her off, and has been known to hit people over the head with her mage's staff when they really rile her. ...And even go so far as to set them on fire.<br /> <br /> ==Appearance==<br /> J'karu, by nature, wears herself comfortably and seems very at home with her appearance. A tad on the short side, she stands five fulms and four ilms tall and has a lithe frame with petite assets. Her hair is brunette, though some would call it auburn with the right amount of sunlight, and is shoulder length — not too short to stab her in the eye constantly and not too long to be a hassle to brush. It lays haphazardly, but it is brushed away from her face to reveal natural tan stripe markings along her cheeks and forehead and slightly tanned eyelids. Her eyes are hazel-green with flecks of amber and narrow pupils, typical of Seeker traits. J'karu also bears a myriad of scars, most of them from travels and wanderings, but the most prominent are a pair on her face, one arching over her cheek, and another across the bridge of her nose.<br /> <br /> She has a myriad of outfits in a myriad of colors and styles, each one as wildly varied from the last. Typically, though, she prefers a simple purple tunic and a sturdy, well-worn pair of boots and breeches.<br /> <br /> When taking upon jobs of a more serious nature, her attire varies based on which type of magic her employer has asked her to attend for. Concerning black magic, she will wear an expensive robe made of the finest cashmere cloth. It's blue surface is warded and woven with many in-set spell designs rendered in silver and ebony thread. With this she prefers a pair of tough boar-skin boots and a matching set of vanya gloves and hat. When concerning healing craft, she wears a replica robe in the fashion of the white mages of past. Nevertheless, it goes without saying, her appearance and chosen attire is always appropriate for the wanderings or task at hand.<br /> <br /> ==Clothing==<br /> &lt;center&gt;[[File:JkaruBLM.png|175px]][[File:JkaruWHM.png|175px]][[File:JkaruBRD.png|175px]][[File:JkaruDRG.png|175px]][[File:JkaruARC.png|175px]][[File:JkaruCNJ.png|175px]][[File:JkaruLNC.png|175px]][[File:JkaruMRD.png|175px]][[File:JkaruPGL.png|175px]][[File:JkaruTHM.png|175px]][[File:JkaruCold.png|175px]][[File:JkaruSwimsuit.png|175px]][[File:JkaruDance.png|175px]]&lt;/center&gt;<br /> <br /> ==Biography==<br /> ===Early Life===<br /> Born into the tribal life of the Seekers of the Sun miqo'te in Thanalan, J'karu led what amounts to a nomad's childhood. A small group of the J tribe, known loosely as the Sandgate tribe, would become all she knew in her earlier days, and, while her group did mingle with the other J tribal groups to keep bloodlines strong as miqo'te ways are wont, she knew little of the world outside the deserts of Thanalan and the scrub-lands around Drybone and Sandgate where her tribe lives. This can be attributed to the fact that the small village she grew up in was a mere two generations past its foundation, its nunhs relatively new and its populace made up of people that had decided to form a new J settlement when the prominent J tribe north of Drybone grew quite large, typically referred to as the Drybone tribe.<br /> <br /> As such, J'karu had little lasting relationship with her father, J'rhome, a nunh whom was much more interested in keeping the newly founded settlement stable... and because she was the daughter of a wayward mother, J'ali Korran, who never seemed to have much interest in her daughter, this colored her youth somewhat, making her curious, independent and a bit of a wanderer. Much of her childhood was spent wandering the outskirts of the tribal claims. Her time not spent wandering was spent within her tribe's village and, as miqo'te are like to, she adopted a weapon and was taught how to use the dagger or short knife from a young age. Given the miqo'te inclination towards stealthiness in their fighting, she eventually honed some semblance of skill with double daggers. At the time, she had no knowledge of magic nor any inkling that it would be her preferred choice of combat at the time given the fact that her small, newly constructed village had yet to secure a suitable magic user to teach in their communal school for their cubs, unwed females and tias.<br /> <br /> ===Thievery, Magic and Politics===<br /> [[File:JkaruBio1.png|240px|thumb|right|J'karu in her youth, exploring around Sandgate.]]When hard times fell upon Eorzea and the first Garlean invasion of the realm struck, it sent a ripple through the region her tribe occupied. Ala Mhigo fell, Midgardsormr fell into Lake Silvertear, his body twined about the airship Agrias... and a small group of the youth in J'karu's tribe began to resort to less-than-noble means to survive. Caravans traveling the area were her tribe's primary quarry, which lead to her and the youth of her tribe into plying their stealth and skills to rob merchants of Ul'dah of their wares for the tribe's survival. While being swept into this small group at the young age of six meant it was a high-risk job for the young girl, she was delegated to simple and safe tasks by her elder teens, like distracting drivers and fleeing or cutting the bands on covered wagons, rather than the actual subduing and, sometimes, combat with the merchants they were thieving from. The youths were careful to take only what they needed to survive... and the elders of the tribe never seemed to question the small boons they brought home every few days, merely taking the goods in stride. As such, J'karu's skill as a thief, or a would be rogue, was slowly honed, giving her light fingers and an easy grip, but very little combat expertise with a blade.<br /> <br /> For some years, this would be her lot in life and this would not change until three events happened. First, the word and tales of a mage in Gridania, that trickled south from the hedged boarder to her tribe, of a mage known as Louisoix Leveilleur. While the tales were much exaggerated by the time they reached Sandgate and were, in truth, quite sparse, they sparked the knowledge that there was something out there... magical. This was further fueled when the Amalj'aa became more active, and their veritable magic users became even more of an issue for all inhabitants of Thanalan equally. As such, her tribe put out a petition to the others: they were in need of a magic user to defend them against the Amalj'aa in their region.<br /> <br /> Around the age of twelve, her tribe acquired the skills of a village seer and mage, J'shari Arran, whom began to instruct those youth in the tribe that showed ability with magic how to hone the skills they possessed. J'karu was among them and it quickly became J'shari's opinion that the girl had more magical prowess than she knew what to do with. The seer could barely keep up with the girl's appetite to learn spells... and she quickly came to the conclusion that the more J'karu wanted something to happen, the easier time she had making it so. Aether and nature magics were intuitive to the girl, giving her a strong grasp of how to fuel her personal power into the world's elements and bring them under her will. Conversely, written spells and formulae puzzled the girl and seemed to drive her to tears. J'shari was under the impression that J'karu was a caster of will and passion, someone whose drive fueled their magic, rather than their knowledge, and the miqo'te hedge-mage was right in that regards.<br /> <br /> The second change came a year after J'shari came to the tribe and began to instruct the girl, now thirteen. The originating Drybone J tribe discovered that the Sandgate tribe had been stealing, having traced the string of thievery around Sandgate to the tribe itself. This caused a call of concern, that perhaps the offshoot ought to be absorbed back into another, larger tribe... either because it was having trouble getting by, or because it would cause the nunhs present to lose their breeding rights as retribution for turning a blind eye to the crimes of their youth. All elders, nunhs and prominent breeding females alike, convened upon the sands of Thanalan to discuss the issue. In the end, when the stories from the youths had been heard and the reasoning surmised, a compromise was reached.<br /> <br /> All breeding nunhs in the tribe would lose their rights to breed and would become tias, having displayed weakness in leadership by not keeping the youth of their tribe in order and would be shamed for a cycle of seasons, unable to challenge for breeding rights for a year and a day. All tias involved in the issue would summarily be shamed for a season, unable to challenge for that time. Females involved were unable to accept courtship for the same amount of time. Finally, interim nunhs would be loaned to the Sandgate tribe for challenge purposes only, not to claim any female, but to serve as those that tias un-involved with the thievery, or those involved with it after a season's time, would challenge against. In all, the Sandgate came out of the ordeal lucky. Though a number of nunhs were lost from the breeding cycle for a year, it caused the tias in the tribe to redouble their efforts, fueled by the passion of reclaiming their tribe as their own from the interim nunhs. Though it took a year and some months before the final interim nunh was challenged and successfully beaten, the Sandgate tribe learned the harsh lesson the elders of the J had hoped they would.<br /> <br /> ===Courtship===<br /> This lead to the ultimate third change in J'karu's life. This political shift in her tribe had meant little to her at the time, especially given she had no relationship to speak of with her father one of the nunhs at the time of the denouncement. Her life had evolved well beyond the days of thievery she'd partaken in, and she had been too young at thirteen seasons at the time to suffer the consequences, just under the general age of fifteen when females began to receive courtship from nunhs. So she failed to notice that her tribe began to swing into action... primarily in the fact that the new nunhs and the impassioned tias in her tribe had been driven to better their community after the shame they had experienced... and particularly the fact that neighboring tribes had begun to become interested in the Sandgate tribe and the name they seemed keen on making for themselves, a better culture and a better, stronger tribe. In a word, she remained naive, wrapped up in playing with the elements of the aether around her, becoming J'shari's apprentice when she was of age. So, when she found herself smack dab in a dance of courtship with a nunh she hardly knew, she was summarily shocked.<br /> <br /> J'raha Nunh was a well liked warrior from a neighboring tribe south of Sandgate, the Broken Water tribe, and had taken a keen interest in the Sandgate tribe and the bloodlines to be found there. Since the debacle and the public denouncement of the nunhs, he'd kept a close eye on the females, convening with a friend of his, a former breeding female of his own tribe, the mother of some of his children and the current seer of the Sandgate tribe: J'shari Arran. His friend informed him of a burgeoning power to be found in one J'karu Rhome, who might someday prove to be a well established seer of her own right. And given J'raha had lost J'shari when she'd past breeding age and left to serve as a seer and teach for the Sandgate offshoot, J'raha saw in J'karu a means to secure another powerful defender for his tribe against the Amalj'aa sharing their lands.<br /> <br /> While there is some room for a female to decline the courtship of a male, J'karu had summarily not been expecting to be courted at all. So when the season for such affairs came and the tribes convened to allow tias to challenge nunhs and nunhs to court females from other tribes, J'karu found herself bizarrely hunted by a man whose name she had never heard of. She struggled to remember how to tell him she was not interested and not shame him in the same breath. As it were J'raha seemed to have his mind set on securing her and while he never tried to force himself upon her, he never let up. He was well liked among prospective females, a renown warrior, and in truth, a good example of what a good breeding male in Seeker culture ought to be. His only fault seemed to be a temper that he typically saved for the enemies to his tribe.<br /> <br /> Conversely, each time she turned the male down, J'karu found herself in a predicament. There is little to be said of the matter, but it should be said that those that turn too many breeding offers down begin to become something of an oddity in the culture fueled for producing good bloodlines. She was no failure by any right and people knew she was becoming a prominent mage. Even if she had never received a breeding offer, she would have been an attribute to the tribe of her birth. But people simply found it odd that she would not take J'raha's courtship, or any for that matter, and many thought her a prude, accused her of unruly standards, going against nature or idiocy, both behind her back and to her face.<br /> <br /> And after year and a half of offers from the nunh to the south, J'raha's temper got the better of him... as J'karu's also got the better of her. A visit outside of the breeding season brought J'raha to the dwelling J'karu had come to call home, a secondary building next to the dwelling J'shari lived in. As J'karu kindly thanked him and declined him once again, she turned to leave back into her home and he followed and lashed out, grasping her by the wrists and pulling her to face him and meet him in the eyes, demanding she give her reasoning for her disinclination towards him. The scuffle left him with a scorched tail and scorched pride when J'karu unleashed a small burst of fire to dissuade him from restraining her, finally growing frustrated with his adamance. His resulting panic as he attempted to put out the flame singeing him and the flare of anger it caused turned him upon her again and he cuffed her across the face, open clawed, accusing her of fighting a pairing that would bring strength to their tribes.<br /> <br /> The outburst caused hostility to flare behind usually kind eyes and J'karu told him, straight out, that she didn't see the purpose behind bedding someone whose first words to her could be surmised with the phrase: “we should mate.”<br /> <br /> At this, J'raha lifted her and pressed her against a wall. He threatened a great many things as she stayed still, waiting for his temper to simmer down. He could simply force it, he suggested. Enough people thought the girl an imbecile for fighting the tribal ways. Or he could see she was so disgraced that she would never become a breeding female, or worse yet, a village mage. J'raha stung and snapped at every possible path, but eventually he stopped and released his grip on her shoulders. He met her eyes and behind them found a passion that had once charmed him to her... the very single-mindedness that J'shari had spoken of when he had first heard of J'karu, the passion that fueled her magic. At first, he had thought the girl and her magic would have been a perfect match, something that would have brought strength to his tribe in Broken Water. Now he saw it was the very thing that would keep her from ever accepting his charms, from ever accepting anyone who felt them worthy of her. That she would be the one to pick her path in life because of it.<br /> <br /> J'raha shook his head, denounced her as a Seeker, and left.<br /> <br /> As it were, someone else also left that night. As she stood in the doorway of her home watching J'raha leave to find a suitable place to spend the night, she tossed about the idea. She was a friendly person, all together carefree.... but her tribe looked down upon her, people gave her sideways glances when she walked passed. She would never truly be accepted on the prowess of her magic alone. She was a successful mage, which meant she was expected to pass that success along in blood to her children. Nothing she did, short of having never gotten into magic, and impossibility now, would have changed that.<br /> <br /> Armed with that realization and the realization that J'raha would not likely be the last to see her as an asset, she gathered a travel pack and filled it with what belongings she had to her name, then went to say her goodbyes to the only person she felt a connection with, J'shari. The village mage heard her out silently, as the girl gave her reasoning for leaving. The woman, whom had been the one who initially told J'raha about the girl, had always puzzled over her pupil. Truly an adept at magic, she'd never understood the girl's willful manner when dealing with J'raha... but she had always cared for her as if she were a daughter. So she gifted the mage with a staff, a simple wooden thing headed with a crystal globe and the carvings of leaves. She bid the girl to go to Ul'dah and seek out the Thaumaturges' Guild, where she might further her training, and wished her safe travels.<br /> With that, J'karu departed into the night, bound for Ul'dah, the red glow of Dalamud behind her.<br /> <br /> ===The Calamity===<br /> Arriving in the city a few days later with little to her name, J'karu found the city overwhelming at first, having barely seen a house or building half the height of a tree. The girl balked at first, but eventually put one step ahead of the other and made her way into the stone behemoth. She lucked out at that point, in that she she eventually made her way into the adventurers' guild known as the Quicksand. For the next few months, this place became her home as she met Momodi and the lalafell directed her to the Thaumaturges' Guild, where she added her name to the long list of a great many souls who wished to try their hands at thaumaturgy.<br /> <br /> It was not a few months after arriving till the Calamity struck. Ul'dah, a city already rife with issue and home of one of the more tumultuous Grand Companies, shook to her very core as the lunar prison shattered above. While J'karu is what one could have called an average citizen by that time, and while she had little to do with the Battle of Carteneau, every soul in Eorzea felt the turmoil that day, as the Allagan superstructure shattered and splayed across the realm. Some even say that the roar of Bahamut could be heard as far south as Ul'dah. She joined the many that felt the insurmountable fear the day the Calamity struck. And then she joined the first few that came to the realization that the Calamity was only the first of things to come. If that was a close scrape with Bahamut, if the creature had indeed been whisked away by the great mage Louisoix... what would come when the elder primal returned? <br /> <br /> ===The Wandering Mage===<br /> With renewed fervor, she threw herself into learning magic as the realm around her recovered. Thaumaturgy came swiftly to her, the elements of fire, ice and lightning leaping to her fingertips and bending to her will. The staff she'd been gifted proved a well intended catalyst for the elements. It was not long before her teachers found nothing they could pass onto her and her teachers pointed out that there were other schools of magic she might learn from. That being said, J'karu began to wander. Perhaps it was the discovery of a symbol etched upon the rod of her staff, a curving thing that resembled a walking stick, the emblem of Oschon... Perhaps it was wanting to see the world beyond the tribal desert and Ul'dah. Whatever the case, she set out a few months after the Calamity and sought work as a wandering mage and adventurer, having officiated the position with Momodi before leaving. The lalafell promised to send her work by means of mail or leve retainers in the various settlements across Thanalan, should J'karu be inclined to check in with them from time to time, and the girl agreed to do so.<br /> <br /> Driven on by a curious thirst to fill want she'd never realized she'd had during her tribal life, she left Ul'dah for Limsa Lominsa, deciding to take the overland course to Horizon and Vesper Bay before taking the ferry to the island settlement. Fulfilling the odd job as she went, she began to make a small name for herself, if only in the fact that Momodi knew she could have a capable thaumaturge answer the odd job that called for one within Thanalan. As such, J'karu has always made a point to let the Quicksand matron know when she was in the region.<br /> <br /> Arriving in Limsa Lominsa, she met with the adventurer’s guild owner there, speaking to Baderon at the Drowning Wench shortly and inquiring about the guilds in the city. Upon learning of the Arcanists' Guild, the girl sought it out within the week. She opened the door and poked around a bit... before swiftly leaving. The idea of magic cast via diagram and formulae made her pale, and she rushed back to Baderon to pry anymore knowledge of a likely guild in the parts. The man simply supplied that arcane magic was the only magic in the area, but that there were other guilds she might try her hand out, or he could simply supply her with the odd job. Taking him up on the offer and keeping true to her nature, she swiftly proved to Baderon what she had to Momodi. Still, that wanderlust that had driven her to Limsa eventually drove her away, to seek new sights. Bidding Baderon thanks and farewell, she took the ferry back to Vesper Bay and traveled overland through Thanalan to the Twelveswood and Gridania.<br /> <br /> There she found the Conjurers' Guild... and was quick to leap into its ranks. Like thaumaturgy, conjury came swiftly to her, though it took longer for her to grasp the healing aspect than the aspects of air, water and earth. Still, it was simply learning to channel her passion into healing something rather than beckoning the elements, something she found a knack in. Spending as many months with the conjurers as she had with the thaumaturges, she soon found she had learned what she could from them, just as she had in Ul'dah. And, as in Ul’dah and Limsa Lominsa, she made friendly with the local matron of the adventurer’s guild, Miounne, and took the odd job when she could.<br /> <br /> Out of places to wander for the time, J’karu’s tracks found her back in Limsa for the time being, wavering over spending some time working out how to channel her energies into the arcane, the way she had come to with conjury and thaumaturgy... with the idle thought that she might be able to mix the two into a whole new kind of magic.<br /> <br /> ===Sastasha===<br /> It was by saving grace that her being in Limsa Lominsa lead her on her current path, and perhaps the god Oschon was looking out for two wanderers that day, as he willed their paths back to the island. As such, no sooner had she send notice to Momodi and Miounne that she would be unable to accept Ul'dahn and Gridanian work and a notice to Baderon that she was in the Lominsan area... did she receive a letter back from Baderon about a potential job.<br /> <br /> She arrived a few hours later at the Wench and heard the pub owner out. A mysterious ship and ruffians? A grotto she had not yet explored? She had heard of the Sastasha Seagrot, but she'd yet to set foot in it, having steered clear of the areas around the Sapsa spawning grounds in her last travels. Apparently, though, Baderon had already sent out someone capable in the ways of melee to the grotto, and, if she accepted, she could meet him there. Two others would join them after her, should she go by ferry, and together the four of them could rout out the presumed pirates that had taken up residence.<br /> <br /> Accepting and taking the ferry to Aleport, she headed north. She was quick to discover that she and her would-be-partner was not the only groups hired for the job. Which was not unusual, given the livelihood of an adventurer was jobs like these. It was then she found the first member of the party she'd been hired with. He was as Baderon had described, a scruffy-looking, black-haired miqo'te. She smiled slightly, amused to find him “dozing on the job” as it were, and woke him with a tap of her staff. Introducing herself and taking his name to be R'tahz Tia, she sat with him to wait for the last two of their band. In the short time before the hyuran gladiator and elezen conjurer arrived, they spoke lightly of what adventuring life was like, and the various nuances of their preferred combat professions.<br /> <br /> Once the rest of their party arrived, the group descended into the caverns of Sastasha. Battling and sneaking past unusually-hostile fauna in the initial areas, they soon came upon what the Maelstrom suspected: an encampment of the Serpent Reavers. Looking to take advantage of the pirates being unaware of their presence, the group pressed on and assaulted the brigands. Despite the pirates becoming alert to their presence, momentum and the layout of the caverns favored the smaller group, allowing a classic phalanx formation where the gladiator kept the enemies at bay, with R'tahz behind him lancing any pirates that left an opening, with J'karu behind him hitting with magic from beyond their reach, and the conjurer keeping them all alive. Eventually, they were able to clear out the pirate infestation and deal with the Sahagin chieftain that had been behind the pirates' presence.<br /> With the job completed, the gladiator and conjurer set off on their own ways almost immediately. J'karu hung back, asking R'tahz if he would mind if they traveled together, as she enjoyed talking to him and wanted to get to know him more. He was hesitant at first, until she continued on to explain that she didn't have many friends since she left her tribe, and that he seemed nice to her.<br /> <br /> There was a wavering moment where she thought he might say no, but, to her internal glee, he agreed, and the two set out anew, this time as companions.<br /> <br /> ===Early Travels and Honing Control===<br /> Shortly after setting out from Sastasha, the newly formed duo ventured across the island of Vylbrand back to Limsa Lominsa. Their route lead them to Swiftperch, where they remained for the evening when a rolling cloud bank breached the horizon and took the island into a vicious storm for the evening. Renting a room at a small inn, J'karu and R'tahz quickly found themselves hungry for an evening meal and hungry to learn of each other's travels and findings. As such, as soon as the innkeeper set them up with a warm meal, they spent the better part of that stormy night talking and trading tales back and forth besides the inn fireplace. In an admission, J'karu's mention of having never downed a drop of alcohol fell on the ears of the cheerful inn-keep. Giving the two a wink, he planted two tankards of golden ale before the couple and told them to give it a try.<br /> <br /> J'karu quickly found that she liked the robust flavor of the drink a bit more than might have been wise. One tankard later found one very tipsy mage nearly planting her face on the floor of the common room. In the end, it took R'tahz helping her upstairs to put her to bed. They ended up sharing it, though nothing came of such, due to J'karu displaying a cuddly nature while inebriated and due to the fact she simply wouldn't let go over the other miqo'te.<br /> <br /> The morning found the two with a bit of a bustle, but events quickly were laid out and no hard feelings were had, though there were quite a few chuckles.<br /> Shortly after, the two traveled back to Limsa Lominsa and began taking the odd job for a few months. During this time, it became apparent that the both of them were struggling in some fields concerning their preferred skill sets. R'tahz found himself lacking in some of the more upfront skills required of a close-end user of the lance and J'karu found herself lacking in the ability to aim with finite control.<br /> <br /> As such, R'tahz began to invest himself more heavily in the Marauders' Guild. As he honed his skills with the axe, he began to teach J'karu archery as he had learned it in Gridania. After some month or two in Limsa while R'tahz had completed a new tier of training, the pair ventured back to the mainland and took up residence in an inn in Gridania, whereupon J'karu signed her name at the Archers' Guild and began her official training in the skill set. In short, the girl found the use of a bow incredibly different and beyond what she was used to and struggled with the skill at first. Over the course of weeks of challenge, she began to muster some semblance of aptitude with the weapon.<br /> <br /> During the next month or two, J'karu and R'thaz spent time teaching themselves new ways to fight. Both of them practicing the bow in Gridania, while J'karu toyed with learning the lance from R'tahz, taking enough time to practice with it so that she wouldn't skewer herself should her hand be forced to use it. Meanwhile, R'tahz made periodic visits back to Limsa Lominsa to stay in touch with the guildmaster of the Marauders' Guild and not lose his new-found edge with the axe. During these times, J'karu found things became increasingly lonely... and it was because of this that Luciane got in touch with an old friend of her, a bard by the name Viyra Stonesthrow, whom began to coach J'karu in bardic magic to take her mind off of R'tahz's absence. <br /> <br /> ===Dawn of a New Era===<br /> Following spending winter in Coerthas, the couple traveled back to the warmth of Gridania and the onset of spring. The change in clime was a welcome one and further raised their spirits. Blessed with having mastered their respective fields and having even acquired new companion mounts from Faucillien, the found themselves at a lull in activity in their lives. After discussing for a time as to what to do, J'karu decided to investigate the Conjurers' Guild in hopes that they might have more knowledge to pass onto her. This venture proved fruitless, as they reminded her that she had already come to glean all the spells and abilities she could from the guild and seemed to have grown as a conjurer for her time in Coerthas tending R'tahz's wounds. Frustrated at the prospect of not being able to grow as a conjurer, J'karu sought out other routes to furthering herself, knowing the Shroud as the home and haven of white magic.<br /> <br /> Such ventures lead J'karu into the Twelveswood some month or so after the couples' return to Gridania. Having taken a job to investigate an aetheric disturbance in Bramble Patch, J'karu discovered its source was a young moogle who had become trapped in a diremite nest and was bleeding aetheric energy in its attempts to escape. Rescuing the critter and eradicating the nest, she began to tend to the creature's wounds. Her experience with moogles was limited, however, given she had only ever known them as mail couriers and, as far as J'karu knew, they were a secretive race that rarely showed themselves to others. As the moogle awoke from its pain-induced slumber it jolted up off the ground and floated about nervously, noting the subsiding glow coming from J'karu's hands as she quelled her conjury. The mage introduced herself, but soon found herself talking to no one as the moogle faded from sight, hiding itself in what J'karu assumed to be something akin to fairy magic. She remained for a time, just in case, but the moogle did not return, so she traveled back to Gridania.<br /> <br /> Back in the city, R'tahz informed her that he had received a letter from the master of the Marauders' Guild, that he might hone the edge of his axe should he come attend in Limsa. Reminded of their time some seasons ago when R'tahz initially picked up the axe, J'karu was disheartened, but understood that R'tahz's desired path lay in Vylbrand, while there might be some knowledge of hers in the Black Shroud. With fond farewells, R'tahz boarded an airship to Limsa Lominsa later that week, leaving J'karu alone in the Shroud with nothing but her thoughts and a increasingly fruitless quest to uncover secrets of lost conjury and white magic.<br /> <br /> As fate or Nymeia would have it, she did not have to wait long. Having acquired some esoteric tomes from a contact in Ul'dah shortly after R'tahz's departure, J'karu began to head-aching process of deciphering the spells within them and began to practice a rudimentary divine seal. Most of her days were spent practicing the spells in the Shroud, having come to favor the Lifemend Stump as a good location to bed down and camp for the night, should she spend too much time practicing into the afternoon and decide to sleep in the wilds for an eve. Some weeks would pass and one such night left her exhausted as she clambered into her tent. Slipping into slumber, J'karu was awoken in the dead of a moonless night to a white glow shining through the canvas of her tent and then pushing through the flap. It bobbed about, hovering over the tome she had set aside. Grasping her staff, the girl slowly shifted and spoke out, questioning the presence. The thing, whatever it was, jolted about in nervousness and flew in every direction at once, it seemed, batting into the canvas of the tent. Speaking in a calming voice, J'karu informed it she meant it no harm... and then slowly the form of a moogle faded into view. Recognizing it as the moogle she had aided in the Bramble Patch she was shocked to find that it began to talk to her in a small voice.<br /> <br /> The moogle introduced herself as Pukko Paki, a young, by their terms, moogle whom was the equivalent of a white mage to her kind. For some week now, she had been following J'karu, curious to see what the mage could master of the ancient white magics. Enamored by the girl's want to learn, the moogle offered to help her learn the spells in the tome and pass on some of her own knowledge to J'karu. When J'karu asked why the moogle would and whether or not Pukko was breaking any tenants moogle kind had laid down, the beastman bobbed up and down and jingled, an action J'karu would come to understand as laughter. Pukko explained that she was something of a misfit by moogle terms and had long since shrugged off anything that might be considered &quot;against moogle ideals&quot; when she delved into exploring the Twelveswood and the civilization of the spoken races on her own. With that admission, a friendship was born between the wannabe white mage and the moogle.<br /> <br /> Spring would warm into summer and frequent letters from and to R'tahz would keep her hopes high as she and Pukko, or Pukk as J'karu sometimes called her, delved into the tome and into passing skills on from moogle to miqo'te. It proved a daunting task, as some of the knowledge Pukko had did not translate well into the common tongue and many of the sigils in the tomes were worn with age. Nevertheless, J'karu began to emerge as what Pukko called a &quot;hedge mage&quot;, or a white mage untrained by the padjal. As it were, J'karu came to found that such a thing was not uncommon. Given the padjals' fear that too much white magic would drain the Shroud as it had before, she found that there were a number of adventurers who had sought other means to further their knowledge in healing as she had. Conferring with them allowed her and Pukko to decipher a few more of the divine seals in her tomes, granting J'karu access to new spells to add to her arsenal.<br /> <br /> Midsummer marked a turning point for J'karu, as Pukko declared there were no more spells she knew of to teach the miqo'te. Saddened by the prospect, because she believed it meant she was going to lose a friend, she was ecstatic to hear the moogle declare that she would be staying with J'karu to accompany her for a time. Which meant, of course, that there was one thing left to do... introduce the moogle to R'tahz. The newly christened warrior walked off the airship some days after the midsummer festival in Gridania, wearing replica armor of the warriors of old, as was his wont when it came to replica gear. Leaping towards him and throwing her arms around him. She had not realized how direly his absence had effected her, as she broke into tears of happiness at his return. J'karu decided then and there that, no matter where the Spinner took them, she would never stand to be parted from R'tahz for such an extended time again.<br /> <br /> Venturing forth, J'karu pulled R'tahz into the room she was staying in at the Carline Canopy and took a deep breath as she explained in full the details she had left out in her letters: Pukko and white magic that the padjal thought better left unknown. At first, Pukko did not show herself to the dragoon... but eventually she faded into his vision as well, bobbing up and down in greeting. After an initial introductory period, the trio spent the evening in good humor, sharing their first of many meals together. As summer went on, J'karu, R'tahz, Pukko, and their chocobos Ember and Streich spent the rest of the summer venturing and taking odd jobs. Come fall, J'karu and R'tahz decided it was time for them to find a base of operations for the winter and sought out renting a room at the [[Oak Inn &amp; Tavern|Oak Inn]], giving them a place to call home for the days to come.<br /> <br /> ==Traits==<br /> &lt;table style=&quot;position:center;&quot; width=&quot;100%&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;tr&gt;<br /> &lt;td style=&quot;vertical-align: top;font-size:9pt;font-family:Helvetica;&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;div style=&quot;padding:3px 35px;background: #a6a6a6;font-size:14px;color:#1e1400;&quot;&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;Likes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#5F5F5F;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; R'tahz<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#5F5F5F;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; Traveling<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#5F5F5F;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; Petrichor, the smell after it rains.<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#5F5F5F;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; Books &amp; stories<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#5F5F5F;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; Snow<br /> <br /> &lt;td style=&quot;vertical-align: top;font-size:9pt;font-family:Helvetica;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;mw-headline&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;div style=&quot;padding:3px 35px; background:#a6a6a6;font-size:14px;color:#1e1400;&quot;&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dislikes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#5F5F5F;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; Being alone for extended times.<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#5F5F5F;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; Cold<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#5F5F5F;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; Unwarranted boldness.<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#5F5F5F;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; Racism &amp; stereotypes<br /> <br /> &lt;td style=&quot;vertical-align: top;font-size:9pt;font-family:Helvetica;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;mw-headline&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;div style=&quot;padding:3px 35px; background:#a6a6a6;font-size:14px;color:#1e1400;&quot;&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hobbies&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#5F5F5F;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; Collecting aimless bits and bobs.<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#5F5F5F;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; Sketching<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#5F5F5F;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; Singing<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#5F5F5F;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; Devising new outfit ensembles.<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#5F5F5F;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; Keeping her journal.<br /> <br /> &lt;td style=&quot;vertical-align: top;font-size:9pt;font-family:Helvetica;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;mw-headline&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;div style=&quot;padding:3px 35px; background:#a6a6a6;font-size:14px;color:#1e1400;&quot;&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;Other&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#5F5F5F;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; '''Favorite Food &amp; Drink:''' Chocolate, nectarines &amp; milk<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#5F5F5F;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; '''Favorite Creatures:''' Cactuars, jackals &amp; Moogles<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#5F5F5F;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; '''Least Favorite Food:''' Coconut &amp; mint<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#5F5F5F;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; '''Least Favorite Creature:''' Jellyfish<br /> &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;<br /> <br /> ==Combat==<br /> &lt;table style=&quot;position:center;&quot; width=&quot;100%&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;tr&gt;<br /> &lt;td style=&quot;vertical-align: top;width:80%;padding-right:10px&quot;&gt;<br /> A spell caster at heart, J'karu's strengths in combat lie in a nearly inexhaustible ability to fuel spells by passion. Her magical talent persists and strengths based on how badly she wants a spell to go off or how badly she wants her goals. A savant at magics that draw from life sources and energies, this has made her quite capable of flinging elemental spells with ease and quite well-off when concerning healing, as the passion to protect her allies comes in both offensive and defensive flavors. On the physical hand, of all weapons, bows and light bladed weapons are her only strong suit. Over all, she prefers light swords and fencing blades, though she has yet to explore them seriously. J'karu has some knowledge of using a lance, given her companionship with a lancer, and picked up an axe for all of a month, but has not found either of them something she prefers.<br /> &lt;/td&gt;<br /> &lt;td style=&quot;vertical-align: center;font-size:9pt;font-family:Helvetica;&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;table style=&quot;align:left;&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;tr&gt;<br /> &lt;td style=&quot;font-size:9pt;font-family:Helvetica;&quot;&gt;<br /> :: '''Endurance'''<br /> :: '''Strength'''<br /> :: '''Dexterity'''<br /> :: '''Agility'''<br /> :: '''Magic'''<br /> :: '''Intelligence'''<br /> &lt;td style=&quot;font-size:9pt;font-family:Helvetica;&quot;&gt;<br /> : &lt;font color=&quot;#526381&quot;&gt;█&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#566B82&quot;&gt;█&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#597282&quot;&gt;█&lt;/font&gt;<br /> : &lt;font color=&quot;#526381&quot;&gt;█&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#566B82&quot;&gt;█&lt;/font&gt;<br /> : &lt;font color=&quot;#526381&quot;&gt;█&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#566B82&quot;&gt;█&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#597282&quot;&gt;█&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#5D7A83&quot;&gt;█&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#608283&quot;&gt;█&lt;/font&gt;<br /> : &lt;font color=&quot;#526381&quot;&gt;█&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#566B82&quot;&gt;█&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#597282&quot;&gt;█&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#5D7A83&quot;&gt;█&lt;/font&gt;<br /> : &lt;font color=&quot;#526381&quot;&gt;█&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#566B82&quot;&gt;█&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#597282&quot;&gt;█&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#5D7A83&quot;&gt;█&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#608283&quot;&gt;█&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#648984&quot;&gt;█&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#679184&quot;&gt;█&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#6B9985&quot;&gt;█&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#6EA085&quot;&gt;█&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#72A886&quot;&gt;█&lt;/font&gt;<br /> : &lt;font color=&quot;#526381&quot;&gt;█&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#566B82&quot;&gt;█&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#597282&quot;&gt;█&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#5D7A83&quot;&gt;█&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#608283&quot;&gt;█&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#648984&quot;&gt;█&lt;/font&gt;<br /> &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;<br /> &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;<br /> <br /> * '''Arcane Magic:''' J'karu has found that she is wholly adverse to the ways of arcane magic, and thus, summoning. She has avoided the Arcanists' Guild in Limsa Lominsa for now, but perhaps her wandering will take her there one day.<br /> <br /> * '''Archery:''' Having learned her archery from R’tahz and the Archer’s Guild in Gridanian, J'karu likes to think herself a decent enough bowman. Having spent a number of months working with the Archers' Guild in Gridania, she is well versed in the skill and has a fair easy time hitting targets required of her. Still, it is not and will never be her primary choice as far as combat is concerned, but she values the accuracy it brought to her mage skill set. J'karu also always keeps a bow at hand for emergency, usually it can be found on Ember's saddle bag for ease of access.<br /> <br /> * '''Axes:''' What little she knows of using axes, she picked up from watching R'tahz as a marauder. In the end, though, she quickly decided that she had very little aptitude in the area and rarely uses the weapon. Most often she'll use it when she prefers the light armor she wears with it, a specially made set of thin plate mail she commissioned from the Armorers' Guild in Limsa Lominsa.<br /> <br /> * '''Bardic Magic:''' Taking the advice of Luciane, the Archers' guildmaster, she sought out a Gridanian bard called Viyra Stonesthrow to teach her a way to infuse magic with the words of song. Though seeing a stint of training through, she did not find it to be her fancy and simply plies the ability now around the company of friends, but never when serious skills are needed of her. Viyra, at least, was pleasantly surprised to find that J'karu had a decent singing voice and can hold a tune well enough to channel the energies required to inspire fellow adventurers with her voice.<br /> <br /> * '''Black Magic:''' Having since done what thaumaturges call “taking the black,” J’karu sought out and apprenticed under a black mage. After learning of a mage of some renown, J'karu sought out Aeri Sirhl, a Keeper living around the Floating City of Nym, and convinced the mage to help her further her knowledge and take her thaumaturgy beyond its normal bounds. As such, J'karu has reached levels of aetherial manipulation that black mages are known for, with spells such as Flare becoming a possibility, though taxing. As with any thaumaturge breaking the rules and delving into the Void to enhance their power, J’karu was met with the prospect that it might alter her attitude and mindset, or might plainly drive her mad. It is her love for R'tahz that kept her sane, and she suffered few ill consequences as she advanced through her training.<br /> <br /> * '''Daggers:''' Having spent a number of her young years honing her ability in thieving, she picked up a bit of skill with daggers in her youth. While never executing them overly much in full combat herself, she is adept at the hand tricks involved with rolling them back over her knuckles and hands and making them dance. On top of this, she is not bad at using them as projectiles. Still, caught between a foe and a hard place with her daggers would likely not end well for her, but they serve in a pinch... As such, she always has one on her person somewhere, usually at her hip.<br /> <br /> * '''Hand-to-Hand:''' Another swiftly forgotten school, J'karu took it up in hopes that it would aid her while she was learning the lancers' stance from R'thaz. She attended a number of public classes at the Pugilists' Guild in Ul'dah and prefers the use of a set of bladed claws to the blunt hora weapons, but short of being able to defend herself unarmed against an untrained foe, she would never be able to hold her own against anyone specifically trained in melee.<br /> <br /> * '''Lances:''' Spending as much time as she has with a skilled dragoon, J'karu began using lances in hopes that she might find some melee weapon to her liking. Though lances are easily the physical weapon she has the most knowledge in after daggers bows, she would lose in a one-on-one fight between herself and an experience lancer. Still, she doesn't mind the weapon, and it gave her an excuse to train with R'tahz. Unlike with her dagger, though she only carries a lance rarely.<br /> <br /> * '''Stealth:''' Like her knowledge of daggers, she picked up the ability to hedge about unnoticed in her youth. This gave her a light step and an easy grace that she carried into her other skill sets. By no means a master thief, she does have quick fingers... and could pick-a-pocket if she wanted to, but she might end up being caught by more hawk-eyed targets. It should be noted that she is not particularly fond of having this skill set and will only use it when pressed or when trying to make a point.<br /> <br /> * '''White Magic:''' Though conjury was the field of magic she studied second, she is equally adept in it as she is thaumaturgy. She has dabbled in what the Gridanians and conjurers call white magic, having received some ancient texts from an Ul'dahn contact, Sabine Aislihn. While she is, by no means, a padjali white mage, she, like other adept conjurers, has begun to glean knowledge of the lost ancient white magic from other sources, becoming what some call a hedge-white mage, or a lesser white mage. She has found herself capable of the more common white magic such as regeneration spells and divine seals and, with the help of her recent moogle companion, has begun to delve deeper into the knowledge of white magic hidden in the Twelvewood.<br /> <br /> ==Relationships==<br /> &lt;table style=&quot;position:center;&quot; width=&quot;100%&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;tr&gt;<br /> &lt;td style=&quot;vertical-align: top;width:50%;padding-right:10px; font-size:9pt;font-family:Helvetica;&quot;&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;mw-headline&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;div style=&quot;padding:3px 35px; background: #a6a6a6;font-size:14px;color:#1e1400;&quot;&gt;&lt;center&gt;Allies&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;<br /> : &lt;center&gt;&lt;font style=&quot;color:#F02311;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;♥&lt;/font&gt; Romantic Interest &lt;font style=&quot;color:#FA70BC;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;♥&lt;/font&gt; Platonic Love &lt;font style=&quot;color:#9EC60B;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;●&lt;/font&gt; Good Standing&lt;/center&gt;<br /> <br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#FA70BC;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;♥&lt;/font&gt; Pukko Paki: The moogle that taught J'karu white magic and is currently traveling with her as kind of a shoulder companion, Pukko is a curious and shy individual, often remaining invisible to everyone but J'karu, R'tahz and their chocobos. Still, towards the mage and the dragoon, Pukko is very amicable and friendly and has come to consider them both as good a friend as a moogle can have. J'karu herself would easily put herself in harms way to defend the beastman.<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#9EC60B;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;●&lt;/font&gt; Aeri Sirhl: A Keeper of the Moon that J'karu tracked down to the Floating City of Nym. The woman taught J'karu the deeper knowledge of black magic. A loon, her way of talking and living put J'karu off at first, but she eventually found a friend in the slightly crazy woman. Aeri, in her more lucid moments, deeply cares for the girl.<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#9EC60B;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;●&lt;/font&gt; Faucillien Sondraix: R'tahz's dragoon teacher, J'karu gets along well with the elezen. In truth, she is dearly thankful to him for helping her procure Ember and Streich before the chocobos were culled and she is pleased that he was stern with R'tahz during his training, as she thinks it made him a better dragoon for it.<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#9EC60B;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;●&lt;/font&gt; [[Gunnbjorn Darkblade]]: J'karu met Gunnbjorn when he was in a rather glum attitude, but was pleased to find that a bit of talking and cheerful drinks to be shared allowed her to find a companion in the man. She has also found him to be a fellow thief, as their meeting due to her playing a bit of a pickpocket-trick on him left catching her, despite her best efforts. Because of this, J'karu feels a bond to the man due to similar backgrounds.<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#9EC60B;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;●&lt;/font&gt; Viyra Stonesthrow: A highlander woman whom resides in Bentbranch Meadows, she's acquaintances with Luciane of the Archers' Guild. A bard in her own right, she took J'karu under her wing during the time that her and R'tahz were separated due to learning different trades. She believes J'karu could be a decent bard if the girl had more interest, but understands that her pupil is free spirited.<br /> &lt;/td&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;td style=&quot;vertical-align: top;width:50%;padding-right:10px; font-size:9pt;font-family:Helvetica;&quot;&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;mw-headline&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;div style=&quot;padding:3px 35px; background: #a6a6a6;font-size:14px;color:#1e1400;&quot;&gt;&lt;center&gt;Acquaintances&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;<br /> : &lt;center&gt;&lt;font style=&quot;color:#5F5F5F;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;●&lt;/font&gt; Neutral Standing &lt;font style=&quot;color:#5F5F5F;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;○&lt;/font&gt; Acquaintance&lt;/center&gt; <br /> <br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#5F5F5F;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;●&lt;/font&gt; J'shari Arran: J'karu's former master from her tribal days, she left on decent terms. Though they've never been in touch since before the Calamity, J'karu holds no ill will towards the woman... and is grateful to her for believing in her.<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#5F5F5F;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;●&lt;/font&gt; [[Vervara Rozthan]]: Vervara and J'karu get along well enough, though they haven't had much of a chance to talk beyond their initial introduction. She swiftly found that the woman's attitude was one she likes and she hopes to get to know the mage more now that they've both been hired by Gunnbjorn for the task of raiding a Belah'dian tomb.<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#5F5F5F;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;○&lt;/font&gt; [[Ashiirra Azaria]]: Having met at the inn where they both reside, J'karu hasn't gotten to know Ashiirra much beyond their initial conversastion. They got along well enough, though.<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#5F5F5F;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;○&lt;/font&gt; [[Ariilyn Azaria]]: Ariilyn was increasingly excited to learn that J'karu was a mage and, upon their first meeting, J'karu helped the girl learn a few of the basics of thaumaturgy.<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#5F5F5F;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;○&lt;/font&gt; [[A'rklonn Sargonnai]]: One of the guests that Faucillien shoehorned into coming to the couples' wedding, J'karu doesn't know A'rklonn beyond that first meeting, but he was genial enough in her opinion.<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#5F5F5F;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;○&lt;/font&gt; [[Chris Ganale]]: J'karu knows Chris sparingly through Sabine. She bears the man no ill will, but she hasn't gotten to know him well enough beyond sparse interactions.<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#5F5F5F;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;○&lt;/font&gt; [[Clouse Sydonis]]: J'karu met Clouse on an expedition she was hired for by Gunnbjorn. She appreciates the man's ideals about wounded folk and those that cross paths unfortunately.<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#5F5F5F;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;○&lt;/font&gt; [[Devilish Sarracenia]]: Like Clouse, J'karu met Devil on the same expedition. Though the roegadyn is gruff, she hasn't found herself disliking the woman yet.<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#5F5F5F;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;○&lt;/font&gt; [[Glioca Sargonnai]]: J'karu knows Glioca because Faucillien invited the elezen to the pews for the miqo'tes' wedding because he didn't want them to be empty for their lack of acquaintances. Glioca and J'karu got along well.<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#5F5F5F;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;○&lt;/font&gt; [[Sabine Aislihn]]: An acquaintance J'karu made in one of her visits to Ul'dah, Sabine and J'karu get along well enough. Every now and again, J'karu seeks out the woman for an esoteric tome on black or white magic.<br /> <br /> &lt;h3&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;mw-headline&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;div style=&quot;padding:3px 35px; background: #a6a6a6;font-size:14px;color:#1e1400;&quot;&gt;&lt;center&gt;Antagonists&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;<br /> : &lt;center&gt;&lt;font style=&quot;color:#C24640;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;●&lt;/font&gt; Poor Standing &lt;font style=&quot;color:#000000;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;♦&lt;/font&gt; Enemies&lt;/center&gt; <br /> <br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#C24640;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;●&lt;/font&gt; J'raha Nunh: The nunh that once pursued J'karus affections, J'raha has no place in J'karu's heart. Though she does not particularly hate him, she is less fond of him than being neutral towards him. Still, she has not seen him since before the Calamity.<br /> &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;<br /> <br /> ==Rumors==<br /> &lt;table style=&quot;position:center;&quot; width=&quot;100%&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;tr&gt;<br /> &lt;center&gt;''Some of these rumors are untrue or are greatly exaggerated. Please feel free to add your own rumors under PC!''&lt;/center&gt;<br /> &lt;td style=&quot;vertical-align: top;width:50%;padding-right:10px; font-size:9pt;font-family:Helvetica;&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;b&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;padding:3px 25px; background: #90AB76;&quot;&gt;◢ Common Rumors (Easily overheard.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#90AB76;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; &quot;Aye, that girl'n'er lad are usually 'round these parts. Some might say they're a bit joined at th' hip.&quot; — ''Baderon Tenfingers''<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#90AB76;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; &quot;Rhome? I remember her. She didn't stick around too long, but she picked up enough to get buy in a street fight, I s'pose...&quot; — ''Chuchuto Brightstar''<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#90AB76;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; &quot;Hah! J'karu? One of the brightest to ever sign her name on the guild's scrolls! She took to thaumaturgy like a fish takes to water or an Ul'dahn takes to the glimmer of gil.&quot; — ''Cocobuki, the Piercing Eye''<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#90AB76;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; &quot;Seen that miqo'te around the Archers' Guild more than once. Luciane had a bit of a soft spot for her a few seasons back and she turned into a decent shot because of it.&quot; — ''Gridanian Citizen''<br /> <br /> &lt;b&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;padding:3px 25px; background: #F37E1D;&quot;&gt;◢ Uncommon Rumors (Moderately difficult to overhear.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#F37E1D;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; &quot;She ain't much good with that axe she totes about on occasion. But then, I don't think she uses it for more than havin' a bit of fun. J'karu's more of a magic girl at heart.&quot; — ''Drowning Wench Patron''<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#F37E1D;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; &quot;I don't particularly want to talk about that girl. She's no Seeker I know of.&quot; — ''J'raha Nunh''<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#F37E1D;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; &quot;J'karu? I helped her try her hand at bardic magic a few seasons back. I don't think she'll ever take it seriously, no, but you'll be pleased if she ever sings you a tune. Bit of a songbird, that cat.&quot; — ''Viyra Stonesthrow''<br /> <br /> &lt;b&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;padding:3px 25px; background: #D83018;&quot;&gt;◢ Rare Rumors (Very difficult or rarely overheard.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#D83018;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; &quot;She scared me at the time. I-I-I... I don't remember. I remember. No, I remember. She seemed to be impervious to the Void when I was training her. I couldn't tell you why. No, I'll tell you why. It was that boy's doing. He kept her sane. I don't remember...&quot; — ''Aeri Sirhl''<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#D83018;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; &quot;I'll tell you one thing about that girl, if she ever felt like it, she could decimate whole towns. Anything she wants to do badly enough with her magic, she accomplishes. We're surely blessed she's of such a sweet disposition.&quot; — ''J'shari Arran''<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#D83018;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; &quot;Karu is a dear friend, kupo! I think I'll stick around with her for a time... at least until I'm sure she's got the hang of that magic, kupo.&quot; — ''Pukko Paki''<br /> &lt;/td&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;td style=&quot;vertical-align: top;width:50%;padding-right:10px; font-size:9pt;font-family:Helvetica;&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;b&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;padding:3px 25px; background: #aac5b4;&quot;&gt;◢ PC Rumors (Rumors from other player's characters.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#aac5b4;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; &quot;I don't want to think about where I'd be if I hadn't met her. What's important is that I did, and she is my everything, and I wake up each day happy that she's beside me and I'll get to see her smiling face one more day.&quot; — ''[[R'tahz Tia]]''<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#aac5b4;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; &quot;I've met her in passing more than once and have supplied her with some books every now and again. If she ever put her mind to it or was willing, I'd gladly put in a good word for her at the Arcanists' Guild... but I don't think she'd survive the studies she'd have to sit through. Magic by sign and diagram bores her to tears.&quot; — ''[[Sabine Aislihn]]''<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#aac5b4;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; &quot;I attended her wedding. She struck me as an interesting young woman, and she and her fellow seemed quite happy together. I don't know them, not really, but love that sweet and warm... For their sake, I really do hope it lasts.&quot; — ''[[Glioca Sargonnai]]''<br /> &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;<br /> <br /> ==Music==<br /> &lt;table style=&quot;position:center;&quot; width=&quot;100%&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;tr&gt;<br /> &lt;td style=&quot;vertical-align: top;width:33%;padding-right:10px; font-size:9pt;font-family:Helvetica;&quot;&gt;<br /> : ''[https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=niALD7XzhRs Just Do It]''<br /> :: Artist: The Standard Club<br /> :: Origin: ''PIANO DANCE'' Album<br /> :: &lt;small&gt;Context: Character theme.&lt;/small&gt;<br /> <br /> : ''[https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TWLNxs1L-YI &quot;Libera me&quot; from Hell]''<br /> :: Artist: DJ Gotcha<br /> :: Origin: ''Tengen Toppa Gurren Lagann''<br /> :: &lt;small&gt;Context: Attack in overdrive!&lt;/small&gt;<br /> &lt;/td&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;td style=&quot;vertical-align: top;width:33%;padding-right:10px; font-size:9pt;font-family:Helvetica;&quot;&gt;<br /> : ''[https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k14OtNAzT7Q Country Roads]''<br /> :: Artist: Yūji Nomi feat. Brittany Snow<br /> :: Origin: ''Whisper of the Heart''<br /> :: &lt;small&gt;Context: Inner inhibitions.&lt;/small&gt;<br /> <br /> : ''[https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GpNPQC2v38c Love Will Find a Way]''<br /> :: Artist: Liz Callaway &amp; Gene Miller<br /> :: Origin: Disney's ''The Lion King II: Simba's Pride''<br /> :: &lt;small&gt;Context: Feelings for R'tahz.&lt;/small&gt;<br /> &lt;/td&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;td style=&quot;vertical-align: top;width:33%;padding-right:10px; font-size:9pt;font-family:Helvetica;&quot;&gt;<br /> : ''[https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Phjr9vaS7HM Maka na Chikai]''<br /> :: Artist: Yoshiki Fukuyama<br /> :: Origin: ''Buso Renkin''<br /> :: &lt;small&gt;Context: On the road that we believe in.&lt;/small&gt;<br /> &lt;/td&gt;<br /> &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;<br /> <br /> ==Trivia==<br /> *J'karu's name is based on the Japanese alliteration of ''jackal'', romajinized as ''jakkaru''.<br /> *J'karu owns a young pet cactuar named H'nry.<br /> <br /> [[Category: Balmung]]</div>

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<p>B'habra: /* Relationships */</p> <hr /> <div>{{Infobox-character<br /> | name = J'karu Rhome<br /> | image = Jkaru.png<br /> | imagewidth = 338<br /> | caption = J'karu with Pukko at the docks in the Lavender Beds.<br /> | title = <br /> | gender = Female<br /> | citizenship =<br /> | race = Miqo'te<br /> | clan = Seeker of the Sun<br /> | stat_1 = Place of Birth<br /> | stat_1_value = Sandgate, Thanalan<br /> | stat_2 = Nameday<br /> | stat_2_value = 6th Sun of the 2nd Umbral Moon, 1555<br /> | stat_3 = Age<br /> | stat_3_value = 22<br /> | stat_4 = Guardian<br /> | stat_4_value = [[Oschon, the Wanderer]]<br /> | stat_5 = Profession<br /> | stat_5_value = Mage<br /> | stat_6 = Theme Song<br /> | stat_6_value = ''[https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=niALD7XzhRs Just Do It]''<br /> }}<br /> <br /> '''J'karu Rhome''' is an outcast of the J tribe of the Seekers of the Sun. While not devout, she commits her wanderings to following Oschon, searching for adventure and good times the world over. She is a free-spirited creature, but is never seen without the company of her lover and best friend, [[R'tahz Tia]]. Nearing the ability of a full archmage, she is adept at both black and white magics, but flounders when it comes to heavy physical fighting.<br /> <br /> ==Personality==<br /> J'karu is an over all a carefree person, a free-spirit. She's laid back, happy and constantly ready to meet people. With this, she has a determination that sets her along a course till its termination. It should be mentioned, though, that she can be a bit scatter-minded when she doesn't have a task or job at hand, going hand in hand with her free-spirit, this can make her wander off on a thread or journey until she does find something more pertinent to focus on. That being said, J'karu has an inexhaustible curiosity. Left to her own devices, she would be content to wander the countryside searching for new views and tidbits of stories and folklore... or, perhaps most importantly, any new form of magic.<br /> <br /> But she is wise enough to know that such wandering and adventuring is a good means of revenue. As such, she is keen enough to use her magical prowess to secure herself money to upkeep her equipment and wanderer's lifestyle. After all, any mage worth their salt, even one that casts via shear efforts and passions like J'karu, knows that some parts of the craft requires catalysts, so she is not fool enough to spend all her days wandering aimlessly.<br /> <br /> She's not easily scared by much, except for Sea Wasps and anything similar to a jellyfish. For those, she typically runs on sight. As strange as it goes, she's a mite scared of being lonely... which is what would drive her back to the City States after a bout of wandering in the first place. Lastly J'karu's stubborn and can be a bit of a spitfire when you rub her the wrong way. She is more than willing to lash out with a sharp tongue if you piss her off, and has been known to hit people over the head with her mage's staff when they really rile her. ...And even go so far as to set them on fire.<br /> <br /> ==Appearance==<br /> J'karu, by nature, wears herself comfortably and seems very at home with her appearance. A tad on the short side, she stands five fulms and four ilms tall and has a lithe frame with petite assets. Her hair is brunette, though some would call it auburn with the right amount of sunlight, and is shoulder length — not too short to stab her in the eye constantly and not too long to be a hassle to brush. It lays haphazardly, but it is brushed away from her face to reveal natural tan stripe markings along her cheeks and forehead and slightly tanned eyelids. Her eyes are hazel-green with flecks of amber and narrow pupils, typical of Seeker traits. J'karu also bears a myriad of scars, most of them from travels and wanderings, but the most prominent are a pair on her face, one arching over her cheek, and another across the bridge of her nose.<br /> <br /> She has a myriad of outfits in a myriad of colors and styles, each one as wildly varied from the last. Typically, though, she prefers a simple purple tunic and a sturdy, well-worn pair of boots and breeches.<br /> <br /> When taking upon jobs of a more serious nature, her attire varies based on which type of magic her employer has asked her to attend for. Concerning black magic, she will wear an expensive robe made of the finest cashmere cloth. It's blue surface is warded and woven with many in-set spell designs rendered in silver and ebony thread. With this she prefers a pair of tough boar-skin boots and a matching set of vanya gloves and hat. When concerning healing craft, she wears a replica robe in the fashion of the white mages of past. Nevertheless, it goes without saying, her appearance and chosen attire is always appropriate for the wanderings or task at hand.<br /> <br /> ==Clothing==<br /> &lt;center&gt;[[File:JkaruBLM.png|175px]][[File:JkaruWHM.png|175px]][[File:JkaruBRD.png|175px]][[File:JkaruDRG.png|175px]][[File:JkaruARC.png|175px]][[File:JkaruCNJ.png|175px]][[File:JkaruLNC.png|175px]][[File:JkaruMRD.png|175px]][[File:JkaruPGL.png|175px]][[File:JkaruTHM.png|175px]][[File:JkaruCold.png|175px]][[File:JkaruSwimsuit.png|175px]][[File:JkaruDance.png|175px]]&lt;/center&gt;<br /> <br /> ==Biography==<br /> ===Early Life===<br /> Born into the tribal life of the Seekers of the Sun miqo'te in Thanalan, J'karu led what amounts to a nomad's childhood. A small group of the J tribe, known loosely as the Sandgate tribe, would become all she knew in her earlier days, and, while her group did mingle with the other J tribal groups to keep bloodlines strong as miqo'te ways are wont, she knew little of the world outside the deserts of Thanalan and the scrub-lands around Drybone and Sandgate where her tribe lives. This can be attributed to the fact that the small village she grew up in was a mere two generations past its foundation, its nunhs relatively new and its populace made up of people that had decided to form a new J settlement when the prominent J tribe north of Drybone grew quite large, typically referred to as the Drybone tribe.<br /> <br /> As such, J'karu had little lasting relationship with her father, J'rhome, a nunh whom was much more interested in keeping the newly founded settlement stable... and because she was the daughter of a wayward mother, J'ali Korran, who never seemed to have much interest in her daughter, this colored her youth somewhat, making her curious, independent and a bit of a wanderer. Much of her childhood was spent wandering the outskirts of the tribal claims. Her time not spent wandering was spent within her tribe's village and, as miqo'te are like to, she adopted a weapon and was taught how to use the dagger or short knife from a young age. Given the miqo'te inclination towards stealthiness in their fighting, she eventually honed some semblance of skill with double daggers. At the time, she had no knowledge of magic nor any inkling that it would be her preferred choice of combat at the time given the fact that her small, newly constructed village had yet to secure a suitable magic user to teach in their communal school for their cubs, unwed females and tias.<br /> <br /> ===Thievery, Magic and Politics===<br /> [[File:JkaruBio1.png|240px|thumb|right|J'karu in her youth, exploring around Sandgate.]]When hard times fell upon Eorzea and the first Garlean invasion of the realm struck, it sent a ripple through the region her tribe occupied. Ala Mhigo fell, Midgardsormr fell into Lake Silvertear, his body twined about the airship Agrias... and a small group of the youth in J'karu's tribe began to resort to less-than-noble means to survive. Caravans traveling the area were her tribe's primary quarry, which lead to her and the youth of her tribe into plying their stealth and skills to rob merchants of Ul'dah of their wares for the tribe's survival. While being swept into this small group at the young age of six meant it was a high-risk job for the young girl, she was delegated to simple and safe tasks by her elder teens, like distracting drivers and fleeing or cutting the bands on covered wagons, rather than the actual subduing and, sometimes, combat with the merchants they were thieving from. The youths were careful to take only what they needed to survive... and the elders of the tribe never seemed to question the small boons they brought home every few days, merely taking the goods in stride. As such, J'karu's skill as a thief, or a would be rogue, was slowly honed, giving her light fingers and an easy grip, but very little combat expertise with a blade.<br /> <br /> For some years, this would be her lot in life and this would not change until three events happened. First, the word and tales of a mage in Gridania, that trickled south from the hedged boarder to her tribe, of a mage known as Louisoix Leveilleur. While the tales were much exaggerated by the time they reached Sandgate and were, in truth, quite sparse, they sparked the knowledge that there was something out there... magical. This was further fueled when the Amalj'aa became more active, and their veritable magic users became even more of an issue for all inhabitants of Thanalan equally. As such, her tribe put out a petition to the others: they were in need of a magic user to defend them against the Amalj'aa in their region.<br /> <br /> Around the age of twelve, her tribe acquired the skills of a village seer and mage, J'shari Arran, whom began to instruct those youth in the tribe that showed ability with magic how to hone the skills they possessed. J'karu was among them and it quickly became J'shari's opinion that the girl had more magical prowess than she knew what to do with. The seer could barely keep up with the girl's appetite to learn spells... and she quickly came to the conclusion that the more J'karu wanted something to happen, the easier time she had making it so. Aether and nature magics were intuitive to the girl, giving her a strong grasp of how to fuel her personal power into the world's elements and bring them under her will. Conversely, written spells and formulae puzzled the girl and seemed to drive her to tears. J'shari was under the impression that J'karu was a caster of will and passion, someone whose drive fueled their magic, rather than their knowledge, and the miqo'te hedge-mage was right in that regards.<br /> <br /> The second change came a year after J'shari came to the tribe and began to instruct the girl, now thirteen. The originating Drybone J tribe discovered that the Sandgate tribe had been stealing, having traced the string of thievery around Sandgate to the tribe itself. This caused a call of concern, that perhaps the offshoot ought to be absorbed back into another, larger tribe... either because it was having trouble getting by, or because it would cause the nunhs present to lose their breeding rights as retribution for turning a blind eye to the crimes of their youth. All elders, nunhs and prominent breeding females alike, convened upon the sands of Thanalan to discuss the issue. In the end, when the stories from the youths had been heard and the reasoning surmised, a compromise was reached.<br /> <br /> All breeding nunhs in the tribe would lose their rights to breed and would become tias, having displayed weakness in leadership by not keeping the youth of their tribe in order and would be shamed for a cycle of seasons, unable to challenge for breeding rights for a year and a day. All tias involved in the issue would summarily be shamed for a season, unable to challenge for that time. Females involved were unable to accept courtship for the same amount of time. Finally, interim nunhs would be loaned to the Sandgate tribe for challenge purposes only, not to claim any female, but to serve as those that tias un-involved with the thievery, or those involved with it after a season's time, would challenge against. In all, the Sandgate came out of the ordeal lucky. Though a number of nunhs were lost from the breeding cycle for a year, it caused the tias in the tribe to redouble their efforts, fueled by the passion of reclaiming their tribe as their own from the interim nunhs. Though it took a year and some months before the final interim nunh was challenged and successfully beaten, the Sandgate tribe learned the harsh lesson the elders of the J had hoped they would.<br /> <br /> ===Courtship===<br /> This lead to the ultimate third change in J'karu's life. This political shift in her tribe had meant little to her at the time, especially given she had no relationship to speak of with her father one of the nunhs at the time of the denouncement. Her life had evolved well beyond the days of thievery she'd partaken in, and she had been too young at thirteen seasons at the time to suffer the consequences, just under the general age of fifteen when females began to receive courtship from nunhs. So she failed to notice that her tribe began to swing into action... primarily in the fact that the new nunhs and the impassioned tias in her tribe had been driven to better their community after the shame they had experienced... and particularly the fact that neighboring tribes had begun to become interested in the Sandgate tribe and the name they seemed keen on making for themselves, a better culture and a better, stronger tribe. In a word, she remained naive, wrapped up in playing with the elements of the aether around her, becoming J'shari's apprentice when she was of age. So, when she found herself smack dab in a dance of courtship with a nunh she hardly knew, she was summarily shocked.<br /> <br /> J'raha Nunh was a well liked warrior from a neighboring tribe south of Sandgate, the Broken Water tribe, and had taken a keen interest in the Sandgate tribe and the bloodlines to be found there. Since the debacle and the public denouncement of the nunhs, he'd kept a close eye on the females, convening with a friend of his, a former breeding female of his own tribe, the mother of some of his children and the current seer of the Sandgate tribe: J'shari Arran. His friend informed him of a burgeoning power to be found in one J'karu Rhome, who might someday prove to be a well established seer of her own right. And given J'raha had lost J'shari when she'd past breeding age and left to serve as a seer and teach for the Sandgate offshoot, J'raha saw in J'karu a means to secure another powerful defender for his tribe against the Amalj'aa sharing their lands.<br /> <br /> While there is some room for a female to decline the courtship of a male, J'karu had summarily not been expecting to be courted at all. So when the season for such affairs came and the tribes convened to allow tias to challenge nunhs and nunhs to court females from other tribes, J'karu found herself bizarrely hunted by a man whose name she had never heard of. She struggled to remember how to tell him she was not interested and not shame him in the same breath. As it were J'raha seemed to have his mind set on securing her and while he never tried to force himself upon her, he never let up. He was well liked among prospective females, a renown warrior, and in truth, a good example of what a good breeding male in Seeker culture ought to be. His only fault seemed to be a temper that he typically saved for the enemies to his tribe.<br /> <br /> Conversely, each time she turned the male down, J'karu found herself in a predicament. There is little to be said of the matter, but it should be said that those that turn too many breeding offers down begin to become something of an oddity in the culture fueled for producing good bloodlines. She was no failure by any right and people knew she was becoming a prominent mage. Even if she had never received a breeding offer, she would have been an attribute to the tribe of her birth. But people simply found it odd that she would not take J'raha's courtship, or any for that matter, and many thought her a prude, accused her of unruly standards, going against nature or idiocy, both behind her back and to her face.<br /> <br /> And after year and a half of offers from the nunh to the south, J'raha's temper got the better of him... as J'karu's also got the better of her. A visit outside of the breeding season brought J'raha to the dwelling J'karu had come to call home, a secondary building next to the dwelling J'shari lived in. As J'karu kindly thanked him and declined him once again, she turned to leave back into her home and he followed and lashed out, grasping her by the wrists and pulling her to face him and meet him in the eyes, demanding she give her reasoning for her disinclination towards him. The scuffle left him with a scorched tail and scorched pride when J'karu unleashed a small burst of fire to dissuade him from restraining her, finally growing frustrated with his adamance. His resulting panic as he attempted to put out the flame singeing him and the flare of anger it caused turned him upon her again and he cuffed her across the face, open clawed, accusing her of fighting a pairing that would bring strength to their tribes.<br /> <br /> The outburst caused hostility to flare behind usually kind eyes and J'karu told him, straight out, that she didn't see the purpose behind bedding someone whose first words to her could be surmised with the phrase: “we should mate.”<br /> <br /> At this, J'raha lifted her and pressed her against a wall. He threatened a great many things as she stayed still, waiting for his temper to simmer down. He could simply force it, he suggested. Enough people thought the girl an imbecile for fighting the tribal ways. Or he could see she was so disgraced that she would never become a breeding female, or worse yet, a village mage. J'raha stung and snapped at every possible path, but eventually he stopped and released his grip on her shoulders. He met her eyes and behind them found a passion that had once charmed him to her... the very single-mindedness that J'shari had spoken of when he had first heard of J'karu, the passion that fueled her magic. At first, he had thought the girl and her magic would have been a perfect match, something that would have brought strength to his tribe in Broken Water. Now he saw it was the very thing that would keep her from ever accepting his charms, from ever accepting anyone who felt them worthy of her. That she would be the one to pick her path in life because of it.<br /> <br /> J'raha shook his head, denounced her as a Seeker, and left.<br /> <br /> As it were, someone else also left that night. As she stood in the doorway of her home watching J'raha leave to find a suitable place to spend the night, she tossed about the idea. She was a friendly person, all together carefree.... but her tribe looked down upon her, people gave her sideways glances when she walked passed. She would never truly be accepted on the prowess of her magic alone. She was a successful mage, which meant she was expected to pass that success along in blood to her children. Nothing she did, short of having never gotten into magic, and impossibility now, would have changed that.<br /> <br /> Armed with that realization and the realization that J'raha would not likely be the last to see her as an asset, she gathered a travel pack and filled it with what belongings she had to her name, then went to say her goodbyes to the only person she felt a connection with, J'shari. The village mage heard her out silently, as the girl gave her reasoning for leaving. The woman, whom had been the one who initially told J'raha about the girl, had always puzzled over her pupil. Truly an adept at magic, she'd never understood the girl's willful manner when dealing with J'raha... but she had always cared for her as if she were a daughter. So she gifted the mage with a staff, a simple wooden thing headed with a crystal globe and the carvings of leaves. She bid the girl to go to Ul'dah and seek out the Thaumaturges' Guild, where she might further her training, and wished her safe travels.<br /> With that, J'karu departed into the night, bound for Ul'dah, the red glow of Dalamud behind her.<br /> <br /> ===The Calamity===<br /> Arriving in the city a few days later with little to her name, J'karu found the city overwhelming at first, having barely seen a house or building half the height of a tree. The girl balked at first, but eventually put one step ahead of the other and made her way into the stone behemoth. She lucked out at that point, in that she she eventually made her way into the adventurers' guild known as the Quicksand. For the next few months, this place became her home as she met Momodi and the lalafell directed her to the Thaumaturges' Guild, where she added her name to the long list of a great many souls who wished to try their hands at thaumaturgy.<br /> <br /> It was not a few months after arriving till the Calamity struck. Ul'dah, a city already rife with issue and home of one of the more tumultuous Grand Companies, shook to her very core as the lunar prison shattered above. While J'karu is what one could have called an average citizen by that time, and while she had little to do with the Battle of Carteneau, every soul in Eorzea felt the turmoil that day, as the Allagan superstructure shattered and splayed across the realm. Some even say that the roar of Bahamut could be heard as far south as Ul'dah. She joined the many that felt the insurmountable fear the day the Calamity struck. And then she joined the first few that came to the realization that the Calamity was only the first of things to come. If that was a close scrape with Bahamut, if the creature had indeed been whisked away by the great mage Louisoix... what would come when the elder primal returned? <br /> <br /> ===The Wandering Mage===<br /> With renewed fervor, she threw herself into learning magic as the realm around her recovered. Thaumaturgy came swiftly to her, the elements of fire, ice and lightning leaping to her fingertips and bending to her will. The staff she'd been gifted proved a well intended catalyst for the elements. It was not long before her teachers found nothing they could pass onto her and her teachers pointed out that there were other schools of magic she might learn from. That being said, J'karu began to wander. Perhaps it was the discovery of a symbol etched upon the rod of her staff, a curving thing that resembled a walking stick, the emblem of Oschon... Perhaps it was wanting to see the world beyond the tribal desert and Ul'dah. Whatever the case, she set out a few months after the Calamity and sought work as a wandering mage and adventurer, having officiated the position with Momodi before leaving. The lalafell promised to send her work by means of mail or leve retainers in the various settlements across Thanalan, should J'karu be inclined to check in with them from time to time, and the girl agreed to do so.<br /> <br /> Driven on by a curious thirst to fill want she'd never realized she'd had during her tribal life, she left Ul'dah for Limsa Lominsa, deciding to take the overland course to Horizon and Vesper Bay before taking the ferry to the island settlement. Fulfilling the odd job as she went, she began to make a small name for herself, if only in the fact that Momodi knew she could have a capable thaumaturge answer the odd job that called for one within Thanalan. As such, J'karu has always made a point to let the Quicksand matron know when she was in the region.<br /> <br /> Arriving in Limsa Lominsa, she met with the adventurer’s guild owner there, speaking to Baderon at the Drowning Wench shortly and inquiring about the guilds in the city. Upon learning of the Arcanists' Guild, the girl sought it out within the week. She opened the door and poked around a bit... before swiftly leaving. The idea of magic cast via diagram and formulae made her pale, and she rushed back to Baderon to pry anymore knowledge of a likely guild in the parts. The man simply supplied that arcane magic was the only magic in the area, but that there were other guilds she might try her hand out, or he could simply supply her with the odd job. Taking him up on the offer and keeping true to her nature, she swiftly proved to Baderon what she had to Momodi. Still, that wanderlust that had driven her to Limsa eventually drove her away, to seek new sights. Bidding Baderon thanks and farewell, she took the ferry back to Vesper Bay and traveled overland through Thanalan to the Twelveswood and Gridania.<br /> <br /> There she found the Conjurers' Guild... and was quick to leap into its ranks. Like thaumaturgy, conjury came swiftly to her, though it took longer for her to grasp the healing aspect than the aspects of air, water and earth. Still, it was simply learning to channel her passion into healing something rather than beckoning the elements, something she found a knack in. Spending as many months with the conjurers as she had with the thaumaturges, she soon found she had learned what she could from them, just as she had in Ul'dah. And, as in Ul’dah and Limsa Lominsa, she made friendly with the local matron of the adventurer’s guild, Miounne, and took the odd job when she could.<br /> <br /> Out of places to wander for the time, J’karu’s tracks found her back in Limsa for the time being, wavering over spending some time working out how to channel her energies into the arcane, the way she had come to with conjury and thaumaturgy... with the idle thought that she might be able to mix the two into a whole new kind of magic.<br /> <br /> ===Sastasha===<br /> It was by saving grace that her being in Limsa Lominsa lead her on her current path, and perhaps the god Oschon was looking out for two wanderers that day, as he willed their paths back to the island. As such, no sooner had she send notice to Momodi and Miounne that she would be unable to accept Ul'dahn and Gridanian work and a notice to Baderon that she was in the Lominsan area... did she receive a letter back from Baderon about a potential job.<br /> <br /> She arrived a few hours later at the Wench and heard the pub owner out. A mysterious ship and ruffians? A grotto she had not yet explored? She had heard of the Sastasha Seagrot, but she'd yet to set foot in it, having steered clear of the areas around the Sapsa spawning grounds in her last travels. Apparently, though, Baderon had already sent out someone capable in the ways of melee to the grotto, and, if she accepted, she could meet him there. Two others would join them after her, should she go by ferry, and together the four of them could rout out the presumed pirates that had taken up residence.<br /> <br /> Accepting and taking the ferry to Aleport, she headed north. She was quick to discover that she and her would-be-partner was not the only groups hired for the job. Which was not unusual, given the livelihood of an adventurer was jobs like these. It was then she found the first member of the party she'd been hired with. He was as Baderon had described, a scruffy-looking, black-haired miqo'te. She smiled slightly, amused to find him “dozing on the job” as it were, and woke him with a tap of her staff. Introducing herself and taking his name to be R'tahz Tia, she sat with him to wait for the last two of their band. In the short time before the hyuran gladiator and elezen conjurer arrived, they spoke lightly of what adventuring life was like, and the various nuances of their preferred combat professions.<br /> <br /> Once the rest of their party arrived, the group descended into the caverns of Sastasha. Battling and sneaking past unusually-hostile fauna in the initial areas, they soon came upon what the Maelstrom suspected: an encampment of the Serpent Reavers. Looking to take advantage of the pirates being unaware of their presence, the group pressed on and assaulted the brigands. Despite the pirates becoming alert to their presence, momentum and the layout of the caverns favored the smaller group, allowing a classic phalanx formation where the gladiator kept the enemies at bay, with R'tahz behind him lancing any pirates that left an opening, with J'karu behind him hitting with magic from beyond their reach, and the conjurer keeping them all alive. Eventually, they were able to clear out the pirate infestation and deal with the Sahagin chieftain that had been behind the pirates' presence.<br /> With the job completed, the gladiator and conjurer set off on their own ways almost immediately. J'karu hung back, asking R'tahz if he would mind if they traveled together, as she enjoyed talking to him and wanted to get to know him more. He was hesitant at first, until she continued on to explain that she didn't have many friends since she left her tribe, and that he seemed nice to her.<br /> <br /> There was a wavering moment where she thought he might say no, but, to her internal glee, he agreed, and the two set out anew, this time as companions.<br /> <br /> ===Early Travels and Honing Control===<br /> Shortly after setting out from Sastasha, the newly formed duo ventured across the island of Vylbrand back to Limsa Lominsa. Their route lead them to Swiftperch, where they remained for the evening when a rolling cloud bank breached the horizon and took the island into a vicious storm for the evening. Renting a room at a small inn, J'karu and R'tahz quickly found themselves hungry for an evening meal and hungry to learn of each other's travels and findings. As such, as soon as the innkeeper set them up with a warm meal, they spent the better part of that stormy night talking and trading tales back and forth besides the inn fireplace. In an admission, J'karu's mention of having never downed a drop of alcohol fell on the ears of the cheerful inn-keep. Giving the two a wink, he planted two tankards of golden ale before the couple and told them to give it a try.<br /> <br /> J'karu quickly found that she liked the robust flavor of the drink a bit more than might have been wise. One tankard later found one very tipsy mage nearly planting her face on the floor of the common room. In the end, it took R'tahz helping her upstairs to put her to bed. They ended up sharing it, though nothing came of such, due to J'karu displaying a cuddly nature while inebriated and due to the fact she simply wouldn't let go over the other miqo'te.<br /> <br /> The morning found the two with a bit of a bustle, but events quickly were laid out and no hard feelings were had, though there were quite a few chuckles.<br /> Shortly after, the two traveled back to Limsa Lominsa and began taking the odd job for a few months. During this time, it became apparent that the both of them were struggling in some fields concerning their preferred skill sets. R'tahz found himself lacking in some of the more upfront skills required of a close-end user of the lance and J'karu found herself lacking in the ability to aim with finite control.<br /> <br /> As such, R'tahz began to invest himself more heavily in the Marauders' Guild. As he honed his skills with the axe, he began to teach J'karu archery as he had learned it in Gridania. After some month or two in Limsa while R'tahz had completed a new tier of training, the pair ventured back to the mainland and took up residence in an inn in Gridania, whereupon J'karu signed her name at the Archers' Guild and began her official training in the skill set. In short, the girl found the use of a bow incredibly different and beyond what she was used to and struggled with the skill at first. Over the course of weeks of challenge, she began to muster some semblance of aptitude with the weapon.<br /> <br /> During the next month or two, J'karu and R'thaz spent time teaching themselves new ways to fight. Both of them practicing the bow in Gridania, while J'karu toyed with learning the lance from R'tahz, taking enough time to practice with it so that she wouldn't skewer herself should her hand be forced to use it. Meanwhile, R'tahz made periodic visits back to Limsa Lominsa to stay in touch with the guildmaster of the Marauders' Guild and not lose his new-found edge with the axe. During these times, J'karu found things became increasingly lonely... and it was because of this that Luciane got in touch with an old friend of her, a bard by the name Viyra Stonesthrow, whom began to coach J'karu in bardic magic to take her mind off of R'tahz's absence. <br /> <br /> ===Dawn of a New Era===<br /> Following spending winter in Coerthas, the couple traveled back to the warmth of Gridania and the onset of spring. The change in clime was a welcome one and further raised their spirits. Blessed with having mastered their respective fields and having even acquired new companion mounts from Faucillien, the found themselves at a lull in activity in their lives. After discussing for a time as to what to do, J'karu decided to investigate the Conjurers' Guild in hopes that they might have more knowledge to pass onto her. This venture proved fruitless, as they reminded her that she had already come to glean all the spells and abilities she could from the guild and seemed to have grown as a conjurer for her time in Coerthas tending R'tahz's wounds. Frustrated at the prospect of not being able to grow as a conjurer, J'karu sought out other routes to furthering herself, knowing the Shroud as the home and haven of white magic.<br /> <br /> Such ventures lead J'karu into the Twelveswood some month or so after the couples' return to Gridania. Having taken a job to investigate an aetheric disturbance in Bramble Patch, J'karu discovered its source was a young moogle who had become trapped in a diremite nest and was bleeding aetheric energy in its attempts to escape. Rescuing the critter and eradicating the nest, she began to tend to the creature's wounds. Her experience with moogles was limited, however, given she had only ever known them as mail couriers and, as far as J'karu knew, they were a secretive race that rarely showed themselves to others. As the moogle awoke from its pain-induced slumber it jolted up off the ground and floated about nervously, noting the subsiding glow coming from J'karu's hands as she quelled her conjury. The mage introduced herself, but soon found herself talking to no one as the moogle faded from sight, hiding itself in what J'karu assumed to be something akin to fairy magic. She remained for a time, just in case, but the moogle did not return, so she traveled back to Gridania.<br /> <br /> Back in the city, R'tahz informed her that he had received a letter from the master of the Marauders' Guild, that he might hone the edge of his axe should he come attend in Limsa. Reminded of their time some seasons ago when R'tahz initially picked up the axe, J'karu was disheartened, but understood that R'tahz's desired path lay in Vylbrand, while there might be some knowledge of hers in the Black Shroud. With fond farewells, R'tahz boarded an airship to Limsa Lominsa later that week, leaving J'karu alone in the Shroud with nothing but her thoughts and a increasingly fruitless quest to uncover secrets of lost conjury and white magic.<br /> <br /> As fate or Nymeia would have it, she did not have to wait long. Having acquired some esoteric tomes from a contact in Ul'dah shortly after R'tahz's departure, J'karu began to head-aching process of deciphering the spells within them and began to practice a rudimentary divine seal. Most of her days were spent practicing the spells in the Shroud, having come to favor the Lifemend Stump as a good location to bed down and camp for the night, should she spend too much time practicing into the afternoon and decide to sleep in the wilds for an eve. Some weeks would pass and one such night left her exhausted as she clambered into her tent. Slipping into slumber, J'karu was awoken in the dead of a moonless night to a white glow shining through the canvas of her tent and then pushing through the flap. It bobbed about, hovering over the tome she had set aside. Grasping her staff, the girl slowly shifted and spoke out, questioning the presence. The thing, whatever it was, jolted about in nervousness and flew in every direction at once, it seemed, batting into the canvas of the tent. Speaking in a calming voice, J'karu informed it she meant it no harm... and then slowly the form of a moogle faded into view. Recognizing it as the moogle she had aided in the Bramble Patch she was shocked to find that it began to talk to her in a small voice.<br /> <br /> The moogle introduced herself as Pukko Paki, a young, by their terms, moogle whom was the equivalent of a white mage to her kind. For some week now, she had been following J'karu, curious to see what the mage could master of the ancient white magics. Enamored by the girl's want to learn, the moogle offered to help her learn the spells in the tome and pass on some of her own knowledge to J'karu. When J'karu asked why the moogle would and whether or not Pukko was breaking any tenants moogle kind had laid down, the beastman bobbed up and down and jingled, an action J'karu would come to understand as laughter. Pukko explained that she was something of a misfit by moogle terms and had long since shrugged off anything that might be considered &quot;against moogle ideals&quot; when she delved into exploring the Twelveswood and the civilization of the spoken races on her own. With that admission, a friendship was born between the wannabe white mage and the moogle.<br /> <br /> Spring would warm into summer and frequent letters from and to R'tahz would keep her hopes high as she and Pukko, or Pukk as J'karu sometimes called her, delved into the tome and into passing skills on from moogle to miqo'te. It proved a daunting task, as some of the knowledge Pukko had did not translate well into the common tongue and many of the sigils in the tomes were worn with age. Nevertheless, J'karu began to emerge as what Pukko called a &quot;hedge mage&quot;, or a white mage untrained by the padjal. As it were, J'karu came to found that such a thing was not uncommon. Given the padjals' fear that too much white magic would drain the Shroud as it had before, she found that there were a number of adventurers who had sought other means to further their knowledge in healing as she had. Conferring with them allowed her and Pukko to decipher a few more of the divine seals in her tomes, granting J'karu access to new spells to add to her arsenal.<br /> <br /> Midsummer marked a turning point for J'karu, as Pukko declared there were no more spells she knew of to teach the miqo'te. Saddened by the prospect, because she believed it meant she was going to lose a friend, she was ecstatic to hear the moogle declare that she would be staying with J'karu to accompany her for a time. Which meant, of course, that there was one thing left to do... introduce the moogle to R'tahz. The newly christened warrior walked off the airship some days after the midsummer festival in Gridania, wearing replica armor of the warriors of old, as was his wont when it came to replica gear. Leaping towards him and throwing her arms around him. She had not realized how direly his absence had effected her, as she broke into tears of happiness at his return. J'karu decided then and there that, no matter where the Spinner took them, she would never stand to be parted from R'tahz for such an extended time again.<br /> <br /> Venturing forth, J'karu pulled R'tahz into the room she was staying in at the Carline Canopy and took a deep breath as she explained in full the details she had left out in her letters: Pukko and white magic that the padjal thought better left unknown. At first, Pukko did not show herself to the dragoon... but eventually she faded into his vision as well, bobbing up and down in greeting. After an initial introductory period, the trio spent the evening in good humor, sharing their first of many meals together. As summer went on, J'karu, R'tahz, Pukko, and their chocobos Ember and Streich spent the rest of the summer venturing and taking odd jobs. Come fall, J'karu and R'tahz decided it was time for them to find a base of operations for the winter and sought out renting a room at the [[Oak Inn &amp; Tavern|Oak Inn]], giving them a place to call home for the days to come.<br /> <br /> ==Traits==<br /> &lt;table style=&quot;position:center;&quot; width=&quot;100%&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;tr&gt;<br /> &lt;td style=&quot;vertical-align: top;font-size:9pt;font-family:Helvetica;&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;div style=&quot;padding:3px 35px;background: #a6a6a6;font-size:14px;color:#1e1400;&quot;&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;Likes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#5F5F5F;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; R'tahz<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#5F5F5F;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; Traveling<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#5F5F5F;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; Petrichor, the smell after it rains.<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#5F5F5F;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; Books &amp; stories<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#5F5F5F;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; Snow<br /> <br /> &lt;td style=&quot;vertical-align: top;font-size:9pt;font-family:Helvetica;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;mw-headline&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;div style=&quot;padding:3px 35px; background:#a6a6a6;font-size:14px;color:#1e1400;&quot;&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dislikes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#5F5F5F;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; Being alone for extended times.<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#5F5F5F;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; Cold<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#5F5F5F;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; Unwarranted boldness.<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#5F5F5F;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; Racism &amp; stereotypes<br /> <br /> &lt;td style=&quot;vertical-align: top;font-size:9pt;font-family:Helvetica;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;mw-headline&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;div style=&quot;padding:3px 35px; background:#a6a6a6;font-size:14px;color:#1e1400;&quot;&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hobbies&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#5F5F5F;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; Collecting aimless bits and bobs.<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#5F5F5F;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; Sketching<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#5F5F5F;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; Singing<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#5F5F5F;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; Devising new outfit ensembles.<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#5F5F5F;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; Keeping her journal.<br /> <br /> &lt;td style=&quot;vertical-align: top;font-size:9pt;font-family:Helvetica;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;mw-headline&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;div style=&quot;padding:3px 35px; background:#a6a6a6;font-size:14px;color:#1e1400;&quot;&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;Other&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#5F5F5F;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; '''Favorite Food &amp; Drink:''' Chocolate, nectarines &amp; milk<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#5F5F5F;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; '''Favorite Creatures:''' Cactuars, jackals &amp; Moogles<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#5F5F5F;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; '''Least Favorite Food:''' Coconut &amp; mint<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#5F5F5F;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; '''Least Favorite Creature:''' Jellyfish<br /> &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;<br /> <br /> ==Combat==<br /> &lt;table style=&quot;position:center;&quot; width=&quot;100%&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;tr&gt;<br /> &lt;td style=&quot;vertical-align: top;width:80%;padding-right:10px&quot;&gt;<br /> A spell caster at heart, J'karu's strengths in combat lie in a nearly inexhaustible ability to fuel spells by passion. Her magical talent persists and strengths based on how badly she wants a spell to go off or how badly she wants her goals. A savant at magics that draw from life sources and energies, this has made her quite capable of flinging elemental spells with ease and quite well-off when concerning healing, as the passion to protect her allies comes in both offensive and defensive flavors. On the physical hand, of all weapons, bows and light bladed weapons are her only strong suit. Over all, she prefers light swords and fencing blades, though she has yet to explore them seriously. J'karu has some knowledge of using a lance, given her companionship with a lancer, and picked up an axe for all of a month, but has not found either of them something she prefers.<br /> &lt;/td&gt;<br /> &lt;td style=&quot;vertical-align: center;font-size:9pt;font-family:Helvetica;&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;table style=&quot;align:left;&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;tr&gt;<br /> &lt;td style=&quot;font-size:9pt;font-family:Helvetica;&quot;&gt;<br /> :: '''Endurance'''<br /> :: '''Strength'''<br /> :: '''Dexterity'''<br /> :: '''Agility'''<br /> :: '''Magic'''<br /> :: '''Intelligence'''<br /> &lt;td style=&quot;font-size:9pt;font-family:Helvetica;&quot;&gt;<br /> : &lt;font color=&quot;#526381&quot;&gt;█&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#566B82&quot;&gt;█&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#597282&quot;&gt;█&lt;/font&gt;<br /> : &lt;font color=&quot;#526381&quot;&gt;█&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#566B82&quot;&gt;█&lt;/font&gt;<br /> : &lt;font color=&quot;#526381&quot;&gt;█&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#566B82&quot;&gt;█&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#597282&quot;&gt;█&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#5D7A83&quot;&gt;█&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#608283&quot;&gt;█&lt;/font&gt;<br /> : &lt;font color=&quot;#526381&quot;&gt;█&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#566B82&quot;&gt;█&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#597282&quot;&gt;█&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#5D7A83&quot;&gt;█&lt;/font&gt;<br /> : &lt;font color=&quot;#526381&quot;&gt;█&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#566B82&quot;&gt;█&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#597282&quot;&gt;█&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#5D7A83&quot;&gt;█&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#608283&quot;&gt;█&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#648984&quot;&gt;█&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#679184&quot;&gt;█&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#6B9985&quot;&gt;█&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#6EA085&quot;&gt;█&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#72A886&quot;&gt;█&lt;/font&gt;<br /> : &lt;font color=&quot;#526381&quot;&gt;█&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#566B82&quot;&gt;█&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#597282&quot;&gt;█&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#5D7A83&quot;&gt;█&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#608283&quot;&gt;█&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#648984&quot;&gt;█&lt;/font&gt;<br /> &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;<br /> &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;<br /> <br /> * '''Arcane Magic:''' J'karu has found that she is wholly adverse to the ways of arcane magic, and thus, summoning. She has avoided the Arcanists' Guild in Limsa Lominsa for now, but perhaps her wandering will take her there one day.<br /> <br /> * '''Archery:''' Having learned her archery from R’tahz and the Archer’s Guild in Gridanian, J'karu likes to think herself a decent enough bowman. Having spent a number of months working with the Archers' Guild in Gridania, she is well versed in the skill and has a fair easy time hitting targets required of her. Still, it is not and will never be her primary choice as far as combat is concerned, but she values the accuracy it brought to her mage skill set. J'karu also always keeps a bow at hand for emergency, usually it can be found on Ember's saddle bag for ease of access.<br /> <br /> * '''Axes:''' What little she knows of using axes, she picked up from watching R'tahz as a marauder. In the end, though, she quickly decided that she had very little aptitude in the area and rarely uses the weapon. Most often she'll use it when she prefers the light armor she wears with it, a specially made set of thin plate mail she commissioned from the Armorers' Guild in Limsa Lominsa.<br /> <br /> * '''Bardic Magic:''' Taking the advice of Luciane, the Archers' guildmaster, she sought out a Gridanian bard called Viyra Stonesthrow to teach her a way to infuse magic with the words of song. Though seeing a stint of training through, she did not find it to be her fancy and simply plies the ability now around the company of friends, but never when serious skills are needed of her. Viyra, at least, was pleasantly surprised to find that J'karu had a decent singing voice and can hold a tune well enough to channel the energies required to inspire fellow adventurers with her voice.<br /> <br /> * '''Black Magic:''' Having since done what thaumaturges call “taking the black,” J’karu sought out and apprenticed under a black mage. After learning of a mage of some renown, J'karu sought out Aeri Sirhl, a Keeper living around the Floating City of Nym, and convinced the mage to help her further her knowledge and take her thaumaturgy beyond its normal bounds. As such, J'karu has reached levels of aetherial manipulation that black mages are known for, with spells such as Flare becoming a possibility, though taxing. As with any thaumaturge breaking the rules and delving into the Void to enhance their power, J’karu was met with the prospect that it might alter her attitude and mindset, or might plainly drive her mad. It is her love for R'tahz that kept her sane, and she suffered few ill consequences as she advanced through her training.<br /> <br /> * '''Daggers:''' Having spent a number of her young years honing her ability in thieving, she picked up a bit of skill with daggers in her youth. While never executing them overly much in full combat herself, she is adept at the hand tricks involved with rolling them back over her knuckles and hands and making them dance. On top of this, she is not bad at using them as projectiles. Still, caught between a foe and a hard place with her daggers would likely not end well for her, but they serve in a pinch... As such, she always has one on her person somewhere, usually at her hip.<br /> <br /> * '''Hand-to-Hand:''' Another swiftly forgotten school, J'karu took it up in hopes that it would aid her while she was learning the lancers' stance from R'thaz. She attended a number of public classes at the Pugilists' Guild in Ul'dah and prefers the use of a set of bladed claws to the blunt hora weapons, but short of being able to defend herself unarmed against an untrained foe, she would never be able to hold her own against anyone specifically trained in melee.<br /> <br /> * '''Lances:''' Spending as much time as she has with a skilled dragoon, J'karu began using lances in hopes that she might find some melee weapon to her liking. Though lances are easily the physical weapon she has the most knowledge in after daggers bows, she would lose in a one-on-one fight between herself and an experience lancer. Still, she doesn't mind the weapon, and it gave her an excuse to train with R'tahz. Unlike with her dagger, though she only carries a lance rarely.<br /> <br /> * '''Stealth:''' Like her knowledge of daggers, she picked up the ability to hedge about unnoticed in her youth. This gave her a light step and an easy grace that she carried into her other skill sets. By no means a master thief, she does have quick fingers... and could pick-a-pocket if she wanted to, but she might end up being caught by more hawk-eyed targets. It should be noted that she is not particularly fond of having this skill set and will only use it when pressed or when trying to make a point.<br /> <br /> * '''White Magic:''' Though conjury was the field of magic she studied second, she is equally adept in it as she is thaumaturgy. She has dabbled in what the Gridanians and conjurers call white magic, having received some ancient texts from an Ul'dahn contact, Sabine Aislihn. While she is, by no means, a padjali white mage, she, like other adept conjurers, has begun to glean knowledge of the lost ancient white magic from other sources, becoming what some call a hedge-white mage, or a lesser white mage. She has found herself capable of the more common white magic such as regeneration spells and divine seals and, with the help of her recent moogle companion, has begun to delve deeper into the knowledge of white magic hidden in the Twelvewood.<br /> <br /> ==Relationships==<br /> &lt;table style=&quot;position:center;&quot; width=&quot;100%&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;tr&gt;<br /> &lt;td style=&quot;vertical-align: top;width:50%;padding-right:10px; font-size:9pt;font-family:Helvetica;&quot;&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;mw-headline&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;div style=&quot;padding:3px 35px; background: #a6a6a6;font-size:14px;color:#1e1400;&quot;&gt;&lt;center&gt;Allies&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;<br /> : &lt;center&gt;&lt;font style=&quot;color:#F02311;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;♥&lt;/font&gt; Romantic Interest &lt;font style=&quot;color:#FA70BC;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;♥&lt;/font&gt; Platonic Love &lt;font style=&quot;color:#9EC60B;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;●&lt;/font&gt; Good Standing&lt;/center&gt;<br /> <br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#FA70BC;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;♥&lt;/font&gt; Pukko Paki: The moogle that taught J'karu white magic and is currently traveling with her as kind of a shoulder companion, Pukko is a curious and shy individual, often remaining invisible to everyone but J'karu, R'tahz and their chocobos. Still, towards the mage and the dragoon, Pukko is very amicable and friendly and has come to consider them both as good a friend as a moogle can have. J'karu herself would easily put herself in harms way to defend the beastman.<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#9EC60B;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;●&lt;/font&gt; Aeri Sirhl: A Keeper of the Moon that J'karu tracked down to the Floating City of Nym. The woman taught J'karu the deeper knowledge of black magic. A loon, her way of talking and living put J'karu off at first, but she eventually found a friend in the slightly crazy woman. Aeri, in her more lucid moments, deeply cares for the girl.<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#9EC60B;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;●&lt;/font&gt; Faucillien Sondraix: R'tahz's dragoon teacher, J'karu gets along well with the elezen. In truth, she is dearly thankful to him for helping her procure Ember and Streich before the chocobos were culled and she is pleased that he was stern with R'tahz during his training, as she thinks it made him a better dragoon for it.<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#9EC60B;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;●&lt;/font&gt; [[Gunnbjorn Darkblade]]: J'karu met Gunnbjorn when he was in a rather glum attitude, but was pleased to find that a bit of talking and cheerful drinks to be shared allowed her to find a companion in the man. She has also found him to be a fellow thief, as their meeting due to her playing a bit of a pickpocket-trick on him left catching her, despite her best efforts. Because of this, J'karu feels a bond to the man due to similar backgrounds.<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#9EC60B;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;●&lt;/font&gt; Viyra Stonesthrow: A highlander woman whom resides in Bentbranch Meadows, she's acquaintances with Luciane of the Archers' Guild. A bard in her own right, she took J'karu under her wing during the time that her and R'tahz were separated due to learning different trades. She believes J'karu could be a decent bard if the girl had more interest, but understands that her pupil is free spirited.<br /> &lt;/td&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;td style=&quot;vertical-align: top;width:50%;padding-right:10px; font-size:9pt;font-family:Helvetica;&quot;&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;mw-headline&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;div style=&quot;padding:3px 35px; background: #a6a6a6;font-size:14px;color:#1e1400;&quot;&gt;&lt;center&gt;Acquaintances&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;<br /> : &lt;center&gt;&lt;font style=&quot;color:#5F5F5F;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;●&lt;/font&gt; Neutral Standing &lt;font style=&quot;color:#5F5F5F;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;○&lt;/font&gt; Acquaintance&lt;/center&gt; <br /> <br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#5F5F5F;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;●&lt;/font&gt; J'shari Arran: J'karu's former master from her tribal days, she left on decent terms. Though they've never been in touch since before the Calamity, J'karu holds no ill will towards the woman... and is grateful to her for believing in her.<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#5F5F5F;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;●&lt;/font&gt; [[Vervara Rozthan]]: Vervara and J'karu get along well enough, though they haven't had much of a chance to talk beyond their initial introduction. She swiftly found that the woman's attitude was one she likes and she hopes to get to know the mage more now that they've both been hired by Gunnbjorn for the task of raiding a Belah'dian tomb.<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#5F5F5F;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;○&lt;/font&gt; [[Ashiirra Azaria]]: Having met at the inn where they both reside, J'karu hasn't gotten to know Ashiirra much beyond their initial conversastion. They got along well enough, though.<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#5F5F5F;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;○&lt;/font&gt; [[Ariilyn Azaria]]: Ariilyn was increasingly excited to learn that J'karu was a mage and, upon their first meeting, J'karu helped the girl learn a few of the basics of thaumaturgy.<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#5F5F5F;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;○&lt;/font&gt; [[A'rklonn Sargonnai]]: One of the guests that Faucillien shoehorned into coming to the couples' wedding, J'karu doesn't know A'rklonn beyond that first meeting, but he was genial enough in her opinion.<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#5F5F5F;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;○&lt;/font&gt; [[Chris Ganale]]: J'karu knows Chris sparingly through Sabine. She bears the man no ill will, but she hasn't gotten to know him well enough beyond sparse interactions.<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#5F5F5F;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;○&lt;/font&gt; [[Clouse Sydonis]]: J'karu met Clouse on an expedition she was hired for by Gunnbjorn. She appreciates the man's ideals about wounded folk and those that cross paths unfortunately.<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#5F5F5F;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;○&lt;/font&gt; [[Devilish Sarracenia]]: Like Clouse, J'karu met Devil on the same expedition. Though the roegadyn is gruff, she hasn't found herself disliking the woman yet.<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#5F5F5F;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;○&lt;/font&gt; [[Glioca Sargonnai]]: J'karu knows Glioca because Faucillien invited the elezen to the pews for the miqo'tes' wedding because he didn't want them to be empty for their lack of acquaintances. Glioca and J'karu got along well.<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#5F5F5F;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;○&lt;/font&gt; [[Sabine Aislihn]]: An acquaintance J'karu made in one of her visits to Ul'dah, Sabine and J'karu get along well enough. Every now and again, J'karu seeks out the woman for an esoteric tome on black or white magic.<br /> <br /> &lt;h3&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;mw-headline&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;div style=&quot;padding:3px 35px; background: #a6a6a6;font-size:14px;color:#1e1400;&quot;&gt;&lt;center&gt;Antagonists&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;<br /> : &lt;center&gt;&lt;font style=&quot;color:#C24640;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;●&lt;/font&gt; Poor Standing &lt;font style=&quot;color:#000000;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;♦&lt;/font&gt; Enemies&lt;/center&gt; <br /> <br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#C24640;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;●&lt;/font&gt; J'raha Nunh: The nunh that once pursued J'karus affections, J'raha has no place in J'karu's heart. Though she does not particularly hate him, she is less fond of him than being neutral towards him. Still, she has not seen him since before the Calamity.<br /> &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;<br /> <br /> ==Rumors==<br /> &lt;table style=&quot;position:center;&quot; width=&quot;100%&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;tr&gt;<br /> &lt;center&gt;''Some of these rumors are untrue or are greatly exaggerated. Please feel free to add your own rumors under PC!''&lt;/center&gt;<br /> &lt;td style=&quot;vertical-align: top;width:50%;padding-right:10px; font-size:9pt;font-family:Helvetica;&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;b&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;padding:3px 25px; background: #90AB76;&quot;&gt;◢ Common Rumors (Easily overheard.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#90AB76;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; &quot;Aye, that girl'n'er lad are usually 'round these parts. Some might say they're a bit joined at th' hip.&quot; — ''Baderon Tenfingers''<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#90AB76;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; &quot;Rhome? I remember her. She didn't stick around too long, but she picked up enough to get buy in a street fight, I s'pose...&quot; — ''Chuchuto Brightstar''<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#90AB76;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; &quot;Hah! J'karu? One of the brightest to ever sign her name on the guild's scrolls! She took to thaumaturgy like a fish takes to water or an Ul'dahn takes to the glimmer of gil.&quot; — ''Cocobuki, the Piercing Eye''<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#90AB76;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; &quot;Seen that miqo'te around the Archers' Guild more than once. Luciane had a bit of a soft spot for her a few seasons back and she turned into a decent shot because of it.&quot; — ''Gridanian Citizen''<br /> <br /> &lt;b&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;padding:3px 25px; background: #F37E1D;&quot;&gt;◢ Uncommon Rumors (Moderately difficult to overhear.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#F37E1D;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; &quot;She ain't much good with that axe she totes about on occasion. But then, I don't think she uses it for more than havin' a bit of fun. J'karu's more of a magic girl at heart.&quot; — ''Drowning Wench Patron''<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#F37E1D;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; &quot;I don't particularly want to talk about that girl. She's no Seeker I know of.&quot; — ''J'raha Nunh''<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#F37E1D;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; &quot;J'karu? I helped her try her hand at bardic magic a few seasons back. I don't think she'll ever take it seriously, no, but you'll be pleased if she ever sings you a tune. Bit of a songbird, that cat.&quot; — ''Viyra Stonesthrow''<br /> <br /> &lt;b&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;padding:3px 25px; background: #D83018;&quot;&gt;◢ Rare Rumors (Very difficult or rarely overheard.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#D83018;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; &quot;She scared me at the time. I-I-I... I don't remember. I remember. No, I remember. She seemed to be impervious to the Void when I was training her. I couldn't tell you why. No, I'll tell you why. It was that boy's doing. He kept her sane. I don't remember...&quot; — ''Aeri Sirhl''<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#D83018;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; &quot;I'll tell you one thing about that girl, if she ever felt like it, she could decimate whole towns. Anything she wants to do badly enough with her magic, she accomplishes. We're surely blessed she's of such a sweet disposition.&quot; — ''J'shari Arran''<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#D83018;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; &quot;Karu is a dear friend, kupo! I think I'll stick around with her for a time... at least until I'm sure she's got the hang of that magic, kupo.&quot; — ''Pukko Paki''<br /> &lt;/td&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;td style=&quot;vertical-align: top;width:50%;padding-right:10px; font-size:9pt;font-family:Helvetica;&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;b&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;padding:3px 25px; background: #aac5b4;&quot;&gt;◢ PC Rumors (Rumors from other player's characters.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#aac5b4;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; &quot;I don't want to think about where I'd be if I hadn't met her. What's important is that I did, and she is my everything, and I wake up each day happy that she's beside me and I'll get to see her smiling face one more day.&quot; — ''[[R'tahz Tia]]''<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#aac5b4;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; &quot;I've met her in passing more than once and have supplied her with some books every now and again. If she ever put her mind to it or was willing, I'd gladly put in a good word for her at the Arcanists' Guild... but I don't think she'd survive the studies she'd have to sit through. Magic by sign and diagram bores her to tears.&quot; — ''[[Sabine Aislihn]]''<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#aac5b4;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; &quot;I attended her wedding. She struck me as an interesting young woman, and she and her fellow seemed quite happy together. I don't know them, not really, but love that sweet and warm... For their sake, I really do hope it lasts.&quot; — ''[[Glioca Sargonnai]]''<br /> &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;<br /> <br /> ==Music==<br /> &lt;table style=&quot;position:center;&quot; width=&quot;100%&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;tr&gt;<br /> &lt;td style=&quot;vertical-align: top;width:33%;padding-right:10px; font-size:9pt;font-family:Helvetica;&quot;&gt;<br /> : ''[https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=niALD7XzhRs Just Do It]''<br /> :: Artist: The Standard Club<br /> :: Origin: ''PIANO DANCE'' Album<br /> :: &lt;small&gt;Context: Character theme.&lt;/small&gt;<br /> <br /> : ''[https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TWLNxs1L-YI &quot;Libera me&quot; from Hell]''<br /> :: Artist: DJ Gotcha<br /> :: Origin: ''Tengen Toppa Gurren Lagann''<br /> :: &lt;small&gt;Context: Attack in overdrive!&lt;/small&gt;<br /> &lt;/td&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;td style=&quot;vertical-align: top;width:33%;padding-right:10px; font-size:9pt;font-family:Helvetica;&quot;&gt;<br /> : ''[https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k14OtNAzT7Q Country Roads]''<br /> :: Artist: Yūji Nomi feat. Brittany Snow<br /> :: Origin: ''Whisper of the Heart''<br /> :: &lt;small&gt;Context: Inner inhibitions.&lt;/small&gt;<br /> <br /> : ''[https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GpNPQC2v38c Love Will Find a Way]''<br /> :: Artist: Liz Callaway &amp; Gene Miller<br /> :: Origin: Disney's ''The Lion King II: Simba's Pride''<br /> :: &lt;small&gt;Context: Feelings for R'tahz.&lt;/small&gt;<br /> &lt;/td&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;td style=&quot;vertical-align: top;width:33%;padding-right:10px; font-size:9pt;font-family:Helvetica;&quot;&gt;<br /> : ''[https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Phjr9vaS7HM Maka na Chikai]''<br /> :: Artist: Yoshiki Fukuyama<br /> :: Origin: ''Buso Renkin''<br /> :: &lt;small&gt;Context: On the road that we believe in.&lt;/small&gt;<br /> &lt;/td&gt;<br /> &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;<br /> <br /> ==Trivia==<br /> *J'karu's name is based on the Japanese alliteration of ''jackal'', romajinized as ''jakkaru''.<br /> *J'karu owns a young pet cactuar named H'nry.<br /> <br /> [[Category: Balmung]]</div>

B'habra https://wiki.ffxiv-roleplayers.com/index.php?title=J%27karu_Rhome&diff=247623 2017-05-25T16:43:32Z

<p>B'habra: /* The Mage and the Dragoon */</p> <hr /> <div>{{Infobox-character<br /> | name = J'karu Rhome<br /> | image = Jkaru.png<br /> | imagewidth = 338<br /> | caption = J'karu with Pukko at the docks in the Lavender Beds.<br /> | title = <br /> | gender = Female<br /> | citizenship =<br /> | race = Miqo'te<br /> | clan = Seeker of the Sun<br /> | stat_1 = Place of Birth<br /> | stat_1_value = Sandgate, Thanalan<br /> | stat_2 = Nameday<br /> | stat_2_value = 6th Sun of the 2nd Umbral Moon, 1555<br /> | stat_3 = Age<br /> | stat_3_value = 22<br /> | stat_4 = Guardian<br /> | stat_4_value = [[Oschon, the Wanderer]]<br /> | stat_5 = Profession<br /> | stat_5_value = Mage<br /> | stat_6 = Theme Song<br /> | stat_6_value = ''[https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=niALD7XzhRs Just Do It]''<br /> }}<br /> <br /> '''J'karu Rhome''' is an outcast of the J tribe of the Seekers of the Sun. While not devout, she commits her wanderings to following Oschon, searching for adventure and good times the world over. She is a free-spirited creature, but is never seen without the company of her lover and best friend, [[R'tahz Tia]]. Nearing the ability of a full archmage, she is adept at both black and white magics, but flounders when it comes to heavy physical fighting.<br /> <br /> ==Personality==<br /> J'karu is an over all a carefree person, a free-spirit. She's laid back, happy and constantly ready to meet people. With this, she has a determination that sets her along a course till its termination. It should be mentioned, though, that she can be a bit scatter-minded when she doesn't have a task or job at hand, going hand in hand with her free-spirit, this can make her wander off on a thread or journey until she does find something more pertinent to focus on. That being said, J'karu has an inexhaustible curiosity. Left to her own devices, she would be content to wander the countryside searching for new views and tidbits of stories and folklore... or, perhaps most importantly, any new form of magic.<br /> <br /> But she is wise enough to know that such wandering and adventuring is a good means of revenue. As such, she is keen enough to use her magical prowess to secure herself money to upkeep her equipment and wanderer's lifestyle. After all, any mage worth their salt, even one that casts via shear efforts and passions like J'karu, knows that some parts of the craft requires catalysts, so she is not fool enough to spend all her days wandering aimlessly.<br /> <br /> She's not easily scared by much, except for Sea Wasps and anything similar to a jellyfish. For those, she typically runs on sight. As strange as it goes, she's a mite scared of being lonely... which is what would drive her back to the City States after a bout of wandering in the first place. Lastly J'karu's stubborn and can be a bit of a spitfire when you rub her the wrong way. She is more than willing to lash out with a sharp tongue if you piss her off, and has been known to hit people over the head with her mage's staff when they really rile her. ...And even go so far as to set them on fire.<br /> <br /> ==Appearance==<br /> J'karu, by nature, wears herself comfortably and seems very at home with her appearance. A tad on the short side, she stands five fulms and four ilms tall and has a lithe frame with petite assets. Her hair is brunette, though some would call it auburn with the right amount of sunlight, and is shoulder length — not too short to stab her in the eye constantly and not too long to be a hassle to brush. It lays haphazardly, but it is brushed away from her face to reveal natural tan stripe markings along her cheeks and forehead and slightly tanned eyelids. Her eyes are hazel-green with flecks of amber and narrow pupils, typical of Seeker traits. J'karu also bears a myriad of scars, most of them from travels and wanderings, but the most prominent are a pair on her face, one arching over her cheek, and another across the bridge of her nose.<br /> <br /> She has a myriad of outfits in a myriad of colors and styles, each one as wildly varied from the last. Typically, though, she prefers a simple purple tunic and a sturdy, well-worn pair of boots and breeches.<br /> <br /> When taking upon jobs of a more serious nature, her attire varies based on which type of magic her employer has asked her to attend for. Concerning black magic, she will wear an expensive robe made of the finest cashmere cloth. It's blue surface is warded and woven with many in-set spell designs rendered in silver and ebony thread. With this she prefers a pair of tough boar-skin boots and a matching set of vanya gloves and hat. When concerning healing craft, she wears a replica robe in the fashion of the white mages of past. Nevertheless, it goes without saying, her appearance and chosen attire is always appropriate for the wanderings or task at hand.<br /> <br /> ==Clothing==<br /> &lt;center&gt;[[File:JkaruBLM.png|175px]][[File:JkaruWHM.png|175px]][[File:JkaruBRD.png|175px]][[File:JkaruDRG.png|175px]][[File:JkaruARC.png|175px]][[File:JkaruCNJ.png|175px]][[File:JkaruLNC.png|175px]][[File:JkaruMRD.png|175px]][[File:JkaruPGL.png|175px]][[File:JkaruTHM.png|175px]][[File:JkaruCold.png|175px]][[File:JkaruSwimsuit.png|175px]][[File:JkaruDance.png|175px]]&lt;/center&gt;<br /> <br /> ==Biography==<br /> ===Early Life===<br /> Born into the tribal life of the Seekers of the Sun miqo'te in Thanalan, J'karu led what amounts to a nomad's childhood. A small group of the J tribe, known loosely as the Sandgate tribe, would become all she knew in her earlier days, and, while her group did mingle with the other J tribal groups to keep bloodlines strong as miqo'te ways are wont, she knew little of the world outside the deserts of Thanalan and the scrub-lands around Drybone and Sandgate where her tribe lives. This can be attributed to the fact that the small village she grew up in was a mere two generations past its foundation, its nunhs relatively new and its populace made up of people that had decided to form a new J settlement when the prominent J tribe north of Drybone grew quite large, typically referred to as the Drybone tribe.<br /> <br /> As such, J'karu had little lasting relationship with her father, J'rhome, a nunh whom was much more interested in keeping the newly founded settlement stable... and because she was the daughter of a wayward mother, J'ali Korran, who never seemed to have much interest in her daughter, this colored her youth somewhat, making her curious, independent and a bit of a wanderer. Much of her childhood was spent wandering the outskirts of the tribal claims. Her time not spent wandering was spent within her tribe's village and, as miqo'te are like to, she adopted a weapon and was taught how to use the dagger or short knife from a young age. Given the miqo'te inclination towards stealthiness in their fighting, she eventually honed some semblance of skill with double daggers. At the time, she had no knowledge of magic nor any inkling that it would be her preferred choice of combat at the time given the fact that her small, newly constructed village had yet to secure a suitable magic user to teach in their communal school for their cubs, unwed females and tias.<br /> <br /> ===Thievery, Magic and Politics===<br /> [[File:JkaruBio1.png|240px|thumb|right|J'karu in her youth, exploring around Sandgate.]]When hard times fell upon Eorzea and the first Garlean invasion of the realm struck, it sent a ripple through the region her tribe occupied. Ala Mhigo fell, Midgardsormr fell into Lake Silvertear, his body twined about the airship Agrias... and a small group of the youth in J'karu's tribe began to resort to less-than-noble means to survive. Caravans traveling the area were her tribe's primary quarry, which lead to her and the youth of her tribe into plying their stealth and skills to rob merchants of Ul'dah of their wares for the tribe's survival. While being swept into this small group at the young age of six meant it was a high-risk job for the young girl, she was delegated to simple and safe tasks by her elder teens, like distracting drivers and fleeing or cutting the bands on covered wagons, rather than the actual subduing and, sometimes, combat with the merchants they were thieving from. The youths were careful to take only what they needed to survive... and the elders of the tribe never seemed to question the small boons they brought home every few days, merely taking the goods in stride. As such, J'karu's skill as a thief, or a would be rogue, was slowly honed, giving her light fingers and an easy grip, but very little combat expertise with a blade.<br /> <br /> For some years, this would be her lot in life and this would not change until three events happened. First, the word and tales of a mage in Gridania, that trickled south from the hedged boarder to her tribe, of a mage known as Louisoix Leveilleur. While the tales were much exaggerated by the time they reached Sandgate and were, in truth, quite sparse, they sparked the knowledge that there was something out there... magical. This was further fueled when the Amalj'aa became more active, and their veritable magic users became even more of an issue for all inhabitants of Thanalan equally. As such, her tribe put out a petition to the others: they were in need of a magic user to defend them against the Amalj'aa in their region.<br /> <br /> Around the age of twelve, her tribe acquired the skills of a village seer and mage, J'shari Arran, whom began to instruct those youth in the tribe that showed ability with magic how to hone the skills they possessed. J'karu was among them and it quickly became J'shari's opinion that the girl had more magical prowess than she knew what to do with. The seer could barely keep up with the girl's appetite to learn spells... and she quickly came to the conclusion that the more J'karu wanted something to happen, the easier time she had making it so. Aether and nature magics were intuitive to the girl, giving her a strong grasp of how to fuel her personal power into the world's elements and bring them under her will. Conversely, written spells and formulae puzzled the girl and seemed to drive her to tears. J'shari was under the impression that J'karu was a caster of will and passion, someone whose drive fueled their magic, rather than their knowledge, and the miqo'te hedge-mage was right in that regards.<br /> <br /> The second change came a year after J'shari came to the tribe and began to instruct the girl, now thirteen. The originating Drybone J tribe discovered that the Sandgate tribe had been stealing, having traced the string of thievery around Sandgate to the tribe itself. This caused a call of concern, that perhaps the offshoot ought to be absorbed back into another, larger tribe... either because it was having trouble getting by, or because it would cause the nunhs present to lose their breeding rights as retribution for turning a blind eye to the crimes of their youth. All elders, nunhs and prominent breeding females alike, convened upon the sands of Thanalan to discuss the issue. In the end, when the stories from the youths had been heard and the reasoning surmised, a compromise was reached.<br /> <br /> All breeding nunhs in the tribe would lose their rights to breed and would become tias, having displayed weakness in leadership by not keeping the youth of their tribe in order and would be shamed for a cycle of seasons, unable to challenge for breeding rights for a year and a day. All tias involved in the issue would summarily be shamed for a season, unable to challenge for that time. Females involved were unable to accept courtship for the same amount of time. Finally, interim nunhs would be loaned to the Sandgate tribe for challenge purposes only, not to claim any female, but to serve as those that tias un-involved with the thievery, or those involved with it after a season's time, would challenge against. In all, the Sandgate came out of the ordeal lucky. Though a number of nunhs were lost from the breeding cycle for a year, it caused the tias in the tribe to redouble their efforts, fueled by the passion of reclaiming their tribe as their own from the interim nunhs. Though it took a year and some months before the final interim nunh was challenged and successfully beaten, the Sandgate tribe learned the harsh lesson the elders of the J had hoped they would.<br /> <br /> ===Courtship===<br /> This lead to the ultimate third change in J'karu's life. This political shift in her tribe had meant little to her at the time, especially given she had no relationship to speak of with her father one of the nunhs at the time of the denouncement. Her life had evolved well beyond the days of thievery she'd partaken in, and she had been too young at thirteen seasons at the time to suffer the consequences, just under the general age of fifteen when females began to receive courtship from nunhs. So she failed to notice that her tribe began to swing into action... primarily in the fact that the new nunhs and the impassioned tias in her tribe had been driven to better their community after the shame they had experienced... and particularly the fact that neighboring tribes had begun to become interested in the Sandgate tribe and the name they seemed keen on making for themselves, a better culture and a better, stronger tribe. In a word, she remained naive, wrapped up in playing with the elements of the aether around her, becoming J'shari's apprentice when she was of age. So, when she found herself smack dab in a dance of courtship with a nunh she hardly knew, she was summarily shocked.<br /> <br /> J'raha Nunh was a well liked warrior from a neighboring tribe south of Sandgate, the Broken Water tribe, and had taken a keen interest in the Sandgate tribe and the bloodlines to be found there. Since the debacle and the public denouncement of the nunhs, he'd kept a close eye on the females, convening with a friend of his, a former breeding female of his own tribe, the mother of some of his children and the current seer of the Sandgate tribe: J'shari Arran. His friend informed him of a burgeoning power to be found in one J'karu Rhome, who might someday prove to be a well established seer of her own right. And given J'raha had lost J'shari when she'd past breeding age and left to serve as a seer and teach for the Sandgate offshoot, J'raha saw in J'karu a means to secure another powerful defender for his tribe against the Amalj'aa sharing their lands.<br /> <br /> While there is some room for a female to decline the courtship of a male, J'karu had summarily not been expecting to be courted at all. So when the season for such affairs came and the tribes convened to allow tias to challenge nunhs and nunhs to court females from other tribes, J'karu found herself bizarrely hunted by a man whose name she had never heard of. She struggled to remember how to tell him she was not interested and not shame him in the same breath. As it were J'raha seemed to have his mind set on securing her and while he never tried to force himself upon her, he never let up. He was well liked among prospective females, a renown warrior, and in truth, a good example of what a good breeding male in Seeker culture ought to be. His only fault seemed to be a temper that he typically saved for the enemies to his tribe.<br /> <br /> Conversely, each time she turned the male down, J'karu found herself in a predicament. There is little to be said of the matter, but it should be said that those that turn too many breeding offers down begin to become something of an oddity in the culture fueled for producing good bloodlines. She was no failure by any right and people knew she was becoming a prominent mage. Even if she had never received a breeding offer, she would have been an attribute to the tribe of her birth. But people simply found it odd that she would not take J'raha's courtship, or any for that matter, and many thought her a prude, accused her of unruly standards, going against nature or idiocy, both behind her back and to her face.<br /> <br /> And after year and a half of offers from the nunh to the south, J'raha's temper got the better of him... as J'karu's also got the better of her. A visit outside of the breeding season brought J'raha to the dwelling J'karu had come to call home, a secondary building next to the dwelling J'shari lived in. As J'karu kindly thanked him and declined him once again, she turned to leave back into her home and he followed and lashed out, grasping her by the wrists and pulling her to face him and meet him in the eyes, demanding she give her reasoning for her disinclination towards him. The scuffle left him with a scorched tail and scorched pride when J'karu unleashed a small burst of fire to dissuade him from restraining her, finally growing frustrated with his adamance. His resulting panic as he attempted to put out the flame singeing him and the flare of anger it caused turned him upon her again and he cuffed her across the face, open clawed, accusing her of fighting a pairing that would bring strength to their tribes.<br /> <br /> The outburst caused hostility to flare behind usually kind eyes and J'karu told him, straight out, that she didn't see the purpose behind bedding someone whose first words to her could be surmised with the phrase: “we should mate.”<br /> <br /> At this, J'raha lifted her and pressed her against a wall. He threatened a great many things as she stayed still, waiting for his temper to simmer down. He could simply force it, he suggested. Enough people thought the girl an imbecile for fighting the tribal ways. Or he could see she was so disgraced that she would never become a breeding female, or worse yet, a village mage. J'raha stung and snapped at every possible path, but eventually he stopped and released his grip on her shoulders. He met her eyes and behind them found a passion that had once charmed him to her... the very single-mindedness that J'shari had spoken of when he had first heard of J'karu, the passion that fueled her magic. At first, he had thought the girl and her magic would have been a perfect match, something that would have brought strength to his tribe in Broken Water. Now he saw it was the very thing that would keep her from ever accepting his charms, from ever accepting anyone who felt them worthy of her. That she would be the one to pick her path in life because of it.<br /> <br /> J'raha shook his head, denounced her as a Seeker, and left.<br /> <br /> As it were, someone else also left that night. As she stood in the doorway of her home watching J'raha leave to find a suitable place to spend the night, she tossed about the idea. She was a friendly person, all together carefree.... but her tribe looked down upon her, people gave her sideways glances when she walked passed. She would never truly be accepted on the prowess of her magic alone. She was a successful mage, which meant she was expected to pass that success along in blood to her children. Nothing she did, short of having never gotten into magic, and impossibility now, would have changed that.<br /> <br /> Armed with that realization and the realization that J'raha would not likely be the last to see her as an asset, she gathered a travel pack and filled it with what belongings she had to her name, then went to say her goodbyes to the only person she felt a connection with, J'shari. The village mage heard her out silently, as the girl gave her reasoning for leaving. The woman, whom had been the one who initially told J'raha about the girl, had always puzzled over her pupil. Truly an adept at magic, she'd never understood the girl's willful manner when dealing with J'raha... but she had always cared for her as if she were a daughter. So she gifted the mage with a staff, a simple wooden thing headed with a crystal globe and the carvings of leaves. She bid the girl to go to Ul'dah and seek out the Thaumaturges' Guild, where she might further her training, and wished her safe travels.<br /> With that, J'karu departed into the night, bound for Ul'dah, the red glow of Dalamud behind her.<br /> <br /> ===The Calamity===<br /> Arriving in the city a few days later with little to her name, J'karu found the city overwhelming at first, having barely seen a house or building half the height of a tree. The girl balked at first, but eventually put one step ahead of the other and made her way into the stone behemoth. She lucked out at that point, in that she she eventually made her way into the adventurers' guild known as the Quicksand. For the next few months, this place became her home as she met Momodi and the lalafell directed her to the Thaumaturges' Guild, where she added her name to the long list of a great many souls who wished to try their hands at thaumaturgy.<br /> <br /> It was not a few months after arriving till the Calamity struck. Ul'dah, a city already rife with issue and home of one of the more tumultuous Grand Companies, shook to her very core as the lunar prison shattered above. While J'karu is what one could have called an average citizen by that time, and while she had little to do with the Battle of Carteneau, every soul in Eorzea felt the turmoil that day, as the Allagan superstructure shattered and splayed across the realm. Some even say that the roar of Bahamut could be heard as far south as Ul'dah. She joined the many that felt the insurmountable fear the day the Calamity struck. And then she joined the first few that came to the realization that the Calamity was only the first of things to come. If that was a close scrape with Bahamut, if the creature had indeed been whisked away by the great mage Louisoix... what would come when the elder primal returned? <br /> <br /> ===The Wandering Mage===<br /> With renewed fervor, she threw herself into learning magic as the realm around her recovered. Thaumaturgy came swiftly to her, the elements of fire, ice and lightning leaping to her fingertips and bending to her will. The staff she'd been gifted proved a well intended catalyst for the elements. It was not long before her teachers found nothing they could pass onto her and her teachers pointed out that there were other schools of magic she might learn from. That being said, J'karu began to wander. Perhaps it was the discovery of a symbol etched upon the rod of her staff, a curving thing that resembled a walking stick, the emblem of Oschon... Perhaps it was wanting to see the world beyond the tribal desert and Ul'dah. Whatever the case, she set out a few months after the Calamity and sought work as a wandering mage and adventurer, having officiated the position with Momodi before leaving. The lalafell promised to send her work by means of mail or leve retainers in the various settlements across Thanalan, should J'karu be inclined to check in with them from time to time, and the girl agreed to do so.<br /> <br /> Driven on by a curious thirst to fill want she'd never realized she'd had during her tribal life, she left Ul'dah for Limsa Lominsa, deciding to take the overland course to Horizon and Vesper Bay before taking the ferry to the island settlement. Fulfilling the odd job as she went, she began to make a small name for herself, if only in the fact that Momodi knew she could have a capable thaumaturge answer the odd job that called for one within Thanalan. As such, J'karu has always made a point to let the Quicksand matron know when she was in the region.<br /> <br /> Arriving in Limsa Lominsa, she met with the adventurer’s guild owner there, speaking to Baderon at the Drowning Wench shortly and inquiring about the guilds in the city. Upon learning of the Arcanists' Guild, the girl sought it out within the week. She opened the door and poked around a bit... before swiftly leaving. The idea of magic cast via diagram and formulae made her pale, and she rushed back to Baderon to pry anymore knowledge of a likely guild in the parts. The man simply supplied that arcane magic was the only magic in the area, but that there were other guilds she might try her hand out, or he could simply supply her with the odd job. Taking him up on the offer and keeping true to her nature, she swiftly proved to Baderon what she had to Momodi. Still, that wanderlust that had driven her to Limsa eventually drove her away, to seek new sights. Bidding Baderon thanks and farewell, she took the ferry back to Vesper Bay and traveled overland through Thanalan to the Twelveswood and Gridania.<br /> <br /> There she found the Conjurers' Guild... and was quick to leap into its ranks. Like thaumaturgy, conjury came swiftly to her, though it took longer for her to grasp the healing aspect than the aspects of air, water and earth. Still, it was simply learning to channel her passion into healing something rather than beckoning the elements, something she found a knack in. Spending as many months with the conjurers as she had with the thaumaturges, she soon found she had learned what she could from them, just as she had in Ul'dah. And, as in Ul’dah and Limsa Lominsa, she made friendly with the local matron of the adventurer’s guild, Miounne, and took the odd job when she could.<br /> <br /> Out of places to wander for the time, J’karu’s tracks found her back in Limsa for the time being, wavering over spending some time working out how to channel her energies into the arcane, the way she had come to with conjury and thaumaturgy... with the idle thought that she might be able to mix the two into a whole new kind of magic.<br /> <br /> ===Sastasha===<br /> It was by saving grace that her being in Limsa Lominsa lead her on her current path, and perhaps the god Oschon was looking out for two wanderers that day, as he willed their paths back to the island. As such, no sooner had she send notice to Momodi and Miounne that she would be unable to accept Ul'dahn and Gridanian work and a notice to Baderon that she was in the Lominsan area... did she receive a letter back from Baderon about a potential job.<br /> <br /> She arrived a few hours later at the Wench and heard the pub owner out. A mysterious ship and ruffians? A grotto she had not yet explored? She had heard of the Sastasha Seagrot, but she'd yet to set foot in it, having steered clear of the areas around the Sapsa spawning grounds in her last travels. Apparently, though, Baderon had already sent out someone capable in the ways of melee to the grotto, and, if she accepted, she could meet him there. Two others would join them after her, should she go by ferry, and together the four of them could rout out the presumed pirates that had taken up residence.<br /> <br /> Accepting and taking the ferry to Aleport, she headed north. She was quick to discover that she and her would-be-partner was not the only groups hired for the job. Which was not unusual, given the livelihood of an adventurer was jobs like these. It was then she found the first member of the party she'd been hired with. He was as Baderon had described, a scruffy-looking, black-haired miqo'te. She smiled slightly, amused to find him “dozing on the job” as it were, and woke him with a tap of her staff. Introducing herself and taking his name to be R'tahz Tia, she sat with him to wait for the last two of their band. In the short time before the hyuran gladiator and elezen conjurer arrived, they spoke lightly of what adventuring life was like, and the various nuances of their preferred combat professions.<br /> <br /> Once the rest of their party arrived, the group descended into the caverns of Sastasha. Battling and sneaking past unusually-hostile fauna in the initial areas, they soon came upon what the Maelstrom suspected: an encampment of the Serpent Reavers. Looking to take advantage of the pirates being unaware of their presence, the group pressed on and assaulted the brigands. Despite the pirates becoming alert to their presence, momentum and the layout of the caverns favored the smaller group, allowing a classic phalanx formation where the gladiator kept the enemies at bay, with R'tahz behind him lancing any pirates that left an opening, with J'karu behind him hitting with magic from beyond their reach, and the conjurer keeping them all alive. Eventually, they were able to clear out the pirate infestation and deal with the Sahagin chieftain that had been behind the pirates' presence.<br /> With the job completed, the gladiator and conjurer set off on their own ways almost immediately. J'karu hung back, asking R'tahz if he would mind if they traveled together, as she enjoyed talking to him and wanted to get to know him more. He was hesitant at first, until she continued on to explain that she didn't have many friends since she left her tribe, and that he seemed nice to her.<br /> <br /> There was a wavering moment where she thought he might say no, but, to her internal glee, he agreed, and the two set out anew, this time as companions.<br /> <br /> ===Early Travels and Honing Control===<br /> Shortly after setting out from Sastasha, the newly formed duo ventured across the island of Vylbrand back to Limsa Lominsa. Their route lead them to Swiftperch, where they remained for the evening when a rolling cloud bank breached the horizon and took the island into a vicious storm for the evening. Renting a room at a small inn, J'karu and R'tahz quickly found themselves hungry for an evening meal and hungry to learn of each other's travels and findings. As such, as soon as the innkeeper set them up with a warm meal, they spent the better part of that stormy night talking and trading tales back and forth besides the inn fireplace. In an admission, J'karu's mention of having never downed a drop of alcohol fell on the ears of the cheerful inn-keep. Giving the two a wink, he planted two tankards of golden ale before the couple and told them to give it a try.<br /> <br /> J'karu quickly found that she liked the robust flavor of the drink a bit more than might have been wise. One tankard later found one very tipsy mage nearly planting her face on the floor of the common room. In the end, it took R'tahz helping her upstairs to put her to bed. They ended up sharing it, though nothing came of such, due to J'karu displaying a cuddly nature while inebriated and due to the fact she simply wouldn't let go over the other miqo'te.<br /> <br /> The morning found the two with a bit of a bustle, but events quickly were laid out and no hard feelings were had, though there were quite a few chuckles.<br /> Shortly after, the two traveled back to Limsa Lominsa and began taking the odd job for a few months. During this time, it became apparent that the both of them were struggling in some fields concerning their preferred skill sets. R'tahz found himself lacking in some of the more upfront skills required of a close-end user of the lance and J'karu found herself lacking in the ability to aim with finite control.<br /> <br /> As such, R'tahz began to invest himself more heavily in the Marauders' Guild. As he honed his skills with the axe, he began to teach J'karu archery as he had learned it in Gridania. After some month or two in Limsa while R'tahz had completed a new tier of training, the pair ventured back to the mainland and took up residence in an inn in Gridania, whereupon J'karu signed her name at the Archers' Guild and began her official training in the skill set. In short, the girl found the use of a bow incredibly different and beyond what she was used to and struggled with the skill at first. Over the course of weeks of challenge, she began to muster some semblance of aptitude with the weapon.<br /> <br /> During the next month or two, J'karu and R'thaz spent time teaching themselves new ways to fight. Both of them practicing the bow in Gridania, while J'karu toyed with learning the lance from R'tahz, taking enough time to practice with it so that she wouldn't skewer herself should her hand be forced to use it. Meanwhile, R'tahz made periodic visits back to Limsa Lominsa to stay in touch with the guildmaster of the Marauders' Guild and not lose his new-found edge with the axe. During these times, J'karu found things became increasingly lonely... and it was because of this that Luciane got in touch with an old friend of her, a bard by the name Viyra Stonesthrow, whom began to coach J'karu in bardic magic to take her mind off of R'tahz's absence. <br /> <br /> ===Dawn of a New Era===<br /> Following spending winter in Coerthas, the couple traveled back to the warmth of Gridania and the onset of spring. The change in clime was a welcome one and further raised their spirits. Blessed with having mastered their respective fields and having even acquired new companion mounts from Faucillien, the found themselves at a lull in activity in their lives. After discussing for a time as to what to do, J'karu decided to investigate the Conjurers' Guild in hopes that they might have more knowledge to pass onto her. This venture proved fruitless, as they reminded her that she had already come to glean all the spells and abilities she could from the guild and seemed to have grown as a conjurer for her time in Coerthas tending R'tahz's wounds. Frustrated at the prospect of not being able to grow as a conjurer, J'karu sought out other routes to furthering herself, knowing the Shroud as the home and haven of white magic.<br /> <br /> Such ventures lead J'karu into the Twelveswood some month or so after the couples' return to Gridania. Having taken a job to investigate an aetheric disturbance in Bramble Patch, J'karu discovered its source was a young moogle who had become trapped in a diremite nest and was bleeding aetheric energy in its attempts to escape. Rescuing the critter and eradicating the nest, she began to tend to the creature's wounds. Her experience with moogles was limited, however, given she had only ever known them as mail couriers and, as far as J'karu knew, they were a secretive race that rarely showed themselves to others. As the moogle awoke from its pain-induced slumber it jolted up off the ground and floated about nervously, noting the subsiding glow coming from J'karu's hands as she quelled her conjury. The mage introduced herself, but soon found herself talking to no one as the moogle faded from sight, hiding itself in what J'karu assumed to be something akin to fairy magic. She remained for a time, just in case, but the moogle did not return, so she traveled back to Gridania.<br /> <br /> Back in the city, R'tahz informed her that he had received a letter from the master of the Marauders' Guild, that he might hone the edge of his axe should he come attend in Limsa. Reminded of their time some seasons ago when R'tahz initially picked up the axe, J'karu was disheartened, but understood that R'tahz's desired path lay in Vylbrand, while there might be some knowledge of hers in the Black Shroud. With fond farewells, R'tahz boarded an airship to Limsa Lominsa later that week, leaving J'karu alone in the Shroud with nothing but her thoughts and a increasingly fruitless quest to uncover secrets of lost conjury and white magic.<br /> <br /> As fate or Nymeia would have it, she did not have to wait long. Having acquired some esoteric tomes from a contact in Ul'dah shortly after R'tahz's departure, J'karu began to head-aching process of deciphering the spells within them and began to practice a rudimentary divine seal. Most of her days were spent practicing the spells in the Shroud, having come to favor the Lifemend Stump as a good location to bed down and camp for the night, should she spend too much time practicing into the afternoon and decide to sleep in the wilds for an eve. Some weeks would pass and one such night left her exhausted as she clambered into her tent. Slipping into slumber, J'karu was awoken in the dead of a moonless night to a white glow shining through the canvas of her tent and then pushing through the flap. It bobbed about, hovering over the tome she had set aside. Grasping her staff, the girl slowly shifted and spoke out, questioning the presence. The thing, whatever it was, jolted about in nervousness and flew in every direction at once, it seemed, batting into the canvas of the tent. Speaking in a calming voice, J'karu informed it she meant it no harm... and then slowly the form of a moogle faded into view. Recognizing it as the moogle she had aided in the Bramble Patch she was shocked to find that it began to talk to her in a small voice.<br /> <br /> The moogle introduced herself as Pukko Paki, a young, by their terms, moogle whom was the equivalent of a white mage to her kind. For some week now, she had been following J'karu, curious to see what the mage could master of the ancient white magics. Enamored by the girl's want to learn, the moogle offered to help her learn the spells in the tome and pass on some of her own knowledge to J'karu. When J'karu asked why the moogle would and whether or not Pukko was breaking any tenants moogle kind had laid down, the beastman bobbed up and down and jingled, an action J'karu would come to understand as laughter. Pukko explained that she was something of a misfit by moogle terms and had long since shrugged off anything that might be considered &quot;against moogle ideals&quot; when she delved into exploring the Twelveswood and the civilization of the spoken races on her own. With that admission, a friendship was born between the wannabe white mage and the moogle.<br /> <br /> Spring would warm into summer and frequent letters from and to R'tahz would keep her hopes high as she and Pukko, or Pukk as J'karu sometimes called her, delved into the tome and into passing skills on from moogle to miqo'te. It proved a daunting task, as some of the knowledge Pukko had did not translate well into the common tongue and many of the sigils in the tomes were worn with age. Nevertheless, J'karu began to emerge as what Pukko called a &quot;hedge mage&quot;, or a white mage untrained by the padjal. As it were, J'karu came to found that such a thing was not uncommon. Given the padjals' fear that too much white magic would drain the Shroud as it had before, she found that there were a number of adventurers who had sought other means to further their knowledge in healing as she had. Conferring with them allowed her and Pukko to decipher a few more of the divine seals in her tomes, granting J'karu access to new spells to add to her arsenal.<br /> <br /> Midsummer marked a turning point for J'karu, as Pukko declared there were no more spells she knew of to teach the miqo'te. Saddened by the prospect, because she believed it meant she was going to lose a friend, she was ecstatic to hear the moogle declare that she would be staying with J'karu to accompany her for a time. Which meant, of course, that there was one thing left to do... introduce the moogle to R'tahz. The newly christened warrior walked off the airship some days after the midsummer festival in Gridania, wearing replica armor of the warriors of old, as was his wont when it came to replica gear. Leaping towards him and throwing her arms around him. She had not realized how direly his absence had effected her, as she broke into tears of happiness at his return. J'karu decided then and there that, no matter where the Spinner took them, she would never stand to be parted from R'tahz for such an extended time again.<br /> <br /> Venturing forth, J'karu pulled R'tahz into the room she was staying in at the Carline Canopy and took a deep breath as she explained in full the details she had left out in her letters: Pukko and white magic that the padjal thought better left unknown. At first, Pukko did not show herself to the dragoon... but eventually she faded into his vision as well, bobbing up and down in greeting. After an initial introductory period, the trio spent the evening in good humor, sharing their first of many meals together. As summer went on, J'karu, R'tahz, Pukko, and their chocobos Ember and Streich spent the rest of the summer venturing and taking odd jobs. Come fall, J'karu and R'tahz decided it was time for them to find a base of operations for the winter and sought out renting a room at the [[Oak Inn &amp; Tavern|Oak Inn]], giving them a place to call home for the days to come.<br /> <br /> ==Traits==<br /> &lt;table style=&quot;position:center;&quot; width=&quot;100%&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;tr&gt;<br /> &lt;td style=&quot;vertical-align: top;font-size:9pt;font-family:Helvetica;&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;div style=&quot;padding:3px 35px;background: #a6a6a6;font-size:14px;color:#1e1400;&quot;&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;Likes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#5F5F5F;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; R'tahz<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#5F5F5F;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; Traveling<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#5F5F5F;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; Petrichor, the smell after it rains.<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#5F5F5F;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; Books &amp; stories<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#5F5F5F;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; Snow<br /> <br /> &lt;td style=&quot;vertical-align: top;font-size:9pt;font-family:Helvetica;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;mw-headline&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;div style=&quot;padding:3px 35px; background:#a6a6a6;font-size:14px;color:#1e1400;&quot;&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dislikes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#5F5F5F;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; Being alone for extended times.<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#5F5F5F;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; Cold<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#5F5F5F;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; Unwarranted boldness.<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#5F5F5F;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; Racism &amp; stereotypes<br /> <br /> &lt;td style=&quot;vertical-align: top;font-size:9pt;font-family:Helvetica;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;mw-headline&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;div style=&quot;padding:3px 35px; background:#a6a6a6;font-size:14px;color:#1e1400;&quot;&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hobbies&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#5F5F5F;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; Collecting aimless bits and bobs.<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#5F5F5F;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; Sketching<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#5F5F5F;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; Singing<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#5F5F5F;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; Devising new outfit ensembles.<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#5F5F5F;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; Keeping her journal.<br /> <br /> &lt;td style=&quot;vertical-align: top;font-size:9pt;font-family:Helvetica;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;mw-headline&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;div style=&quot;padding:3px 35px; background:#a6a6a6;font-size:14px;color:#1e1400;&quot;&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;Other&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#5F5F5F;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; '''Favorite Food &amp; Drink:''' Chocolate, nectarines &amp; milk<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#5F5F5F;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; '''Favorite Creatures:''' Cactuars, jackals &amp; Moogles<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#5F5F5F;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; '''Least Favorite Food:''' Coconut &amp; mint<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#5F5F5F;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; '''Least Favorite Creature:''' Jellyfish<br /> &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;<br /> <br /> ==Combat==<br /> &lt;table style=&quot;position:center;&quot; width=&quot;100%&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;tr&gt;<br /> &lt;td style=&quot;vertical-align: top;width:80%;padding-right:10px&quot;&gt;<br /> A spell caster at heart, J'karu's strengths in combat lie in a nearly inexhaustible ability to fuel spells by passion. Her magical talent persists and strengths based on how badly she wants a spell to go off or how badly she wants her goals. A savant at magics that draw from life sources and energies, this has made her quite capable of flinging elemental spells with ease and quite well-off when concerning healing, as the passion to protect her allies comes in both offensive and defensive flavors. On the physical hand, of all weapons, bows and light bladed weapons are her only strong suit. Over all, she prefers light swords and fencing blades, though she has yet to explore them seriously. J'karu has some knowledge of using a lance, given her companionship with a lancer, and picked up an axe for all of a month, but has not found either of them something she prefers.<br /> &lt;/td&gt;<br /> &lt;td style=&quot;vertical-align: center;font-size:9pt;font-family:Helvetica;&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;table style=&quot;align:left;&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;tr&gt;<br /> &lt;td style=&quot;font-size:9pt;font-family:Helvetica;&quot;&gt;<br /> :: '''Endurance'''<br /> :: '''Strength'''<br /> :: '''Dexterity'''<br /> :: '''Agility'''<br /> :: '''Magic'''<br /> :: '''Intelligence'''<br /> &lt;td style=&quot;font-size:9pt;font-family:Helvetica;&quot;&gt;<br /> : &lt;font color=&quot;#526381&quot;&gt;█&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#566B82&quot;&gt;█&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#597282&quot;&gt;█&lt;/font&gt;<br /> : &lt;font color=&quot;#526381&quot;&gt;█&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#566B82&quot;&gt;█&lt;/font&gt;<br /> : &lt;font color=&quot;#526381&quot;&gt;█&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#566B82&quot;&gt;█&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#597282&quot;&gt;█&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#5D7A83&quot;&gt;█&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#608283&quot;&gt;█&lt;/font&gt;<br /> : &lt;font color=&quot;#526381&quot;&gt;█&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#566B82&quot;&gt;█&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#597282&quot;&gt;█&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#5D7A83&quot;&gt;█&lt;/font&gt;<br /> : &lt;font color=&quot;#526381&quot;&gt;█&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#566B82&quot;&gt;█&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#597282&quot;&gt;█&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#5D7A83&quot;&gt;█&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#608283&quot;&gt;█&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#648984&quot;&gt;█&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#679184&quot;&gt;█&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#6B9985&quot;&gt;█&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#6EA085&quot;&gt;█&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#72A886&quot;&gt;█&lt;/font&gt;<br /> : &lt;font color=&quot;#526381&quot;&gt;█&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#566B82&quot;&gt;█&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#597282&quot;&gt;█&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#5D7A83&quot;&gt;█&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#608283&quot;&gt;█&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#648984&quot;&gt;█&lt;/font&gt;<br /> &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;<br /> &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;<br /> <br /> * '''Arcane Magic:''' J'karu has found that she is wholly adverse to the ways of arcane magic, and thus, summoning. She has avoided the Arcanists' Guild in Limsa Lominsa for now, but perhaps her wandering will take her there one day.<br /> <br /> * '''Archery:''' Having learned her archery from R’tahz and the Archer’s Guild in Gridanian, J'karu likes to think herself a decent enough bowman. Having spent a number of months working with the Archers' Guild in Gridania, she is well versed in the skill and has a fair easy time hitting targets required of her. Still, it is not and will never be her primary choice as far as combat is concerned, but she values the accuracy it brought to her mage skill set. J'karu also always keeps a bow at hand for emergency, usually it can be found on Ember's saddle bag for ease of access.<br /> <br /> * '''Axes:''' What little she knows of using axes, she picked up from watching R'tahz as a marauder. In the end, though, she quickly decided that she had very little aptitude in the area and rarely uses the weapon. Most often she'll use it when she prefers the light armor she wears with it, a specially made set of thin plate mail she commissioned from the Armorers' Guild in Limsa Lominsa.<br /> <br /> * '''Bardic Magic:''' Taking the advice of Luciane, the Archers' guildmaster, she sought out a Gridanian bard called Viyra Stonesthrow to teach her a way to infuse magic with the words of song. Though seeing a stint of training through, she did not find it to be her fancy and simply plies the ability now around the company of friends, but never when serious skills are needed of her. Viyra, at least, was pleasantly surprised to find that J'karu had a decent singing voice and can hold a tune well enough to channel the energies required to inspire fellow adventurers with her voice.<br /> <br /> * '''Black Magic:''' Having since done what thaumaturges call “taking the black,” J’karu sought out and apprenticed under a black mage. After learning of a mage of some renown, J'karu sought out Aeri Sirhl, a Keeper living around the Floating City of Nym, and convinced the mage to help her further her knowledge and take her thaumaturgy beyond its normal bounds. As such, J'karu has reached levels of aetherial manipulation that black mages are known for, with spells such as Flare becoming a possibility, though taxing. As with any thaumaturge breaking the rules and delving into the Void to enhance their power, J’karu was met with the prospect that it might alter her attitude and mindset, or might plainly drive her mad. It is her love for R'tahz that kept her sane, and she suffered few ill consequences as she advanced through her training.<br /> <br /> * '''Daggers:''' Having spent a number of her young years honing her ability in thieving, she picked up a bit of skill with daggers in her youth. While never executing them overly much in full combat herself, she is adept at the hand tricks involved with rolling them back over her knuckles and hands and making them dance. On top of this, she is not bad at using them as projectiles. Still, caught between a foe and a hard place with her daggers would likely not end well for her, but they serve in a pinch... As such, she always has one on her person somewhere, usually at her hip.<br /> <br /> * '''Hand-to-Hand:''' Another swiftly forgotten school, J'karu took it up in hopes that it would aid her while she was learning the lancers' stance from R'thaz. She attended a number of public classes at the Pugilists' Guild in Ul'dah and prefers the use of a set of bladed claws to the blunt hora weapons, but short of being able to defend herself unarmed against an untrained foe, she would never be able to hold her own against anyone specifically trained in melee.<br /> <br /> * '''Lances:''' Spending as much time as she has with a skilled dragoon, J'karu began using lances in hopes that she might find some melee weapon to her liking. Though lances are easily the physical weapon she has the most knowledge in after daggers bows, she would lose in a one-on-one fight between herself and an experience lancer. Still, she doesn't mind the weapon, and it gave her an excuse to train with R'tahz. Unlike with her dagger, though she only carries a lance rarely.<br /> <br /> * '''Stealth:''' Like her knowledge of daggers, she picked up the ability to hedge about unnoticed in her youth. This gave her a light step and an easy grace that she carried into her other skill sets. By no means a master thief, she does have quick fingers... and could pick-a-pocket if she wanted to, but she might end up being caught by more hawk-eyed targets. It should be noted that she is not particularly fond of having this skill set and will only use it when pressed or when trying to make a point.<br /> <br /> * '''White Magic:''' Though conjury was the field of magic she studied second, she is equally adept in it as she is thaumaturgy. She has dabbled in what the Gridanians and conjurers call white magic, having received some ancient texts from an Ul'dahn contact, Sabine Aislihn. While she is, by no means, a padjali white mage, she, like other adept conjurers, has begun to glean knowledge of the lost ancient white magic from other sources, becoming what some call a hedge-white mage, or a lesser white mage. She has found herself capable of the more common white magic such as regeneration spells and divine seals and, with the help of her recent moogle companion, has begun to delve deeper into the knowledge of white magic hidden in the Twelvewood.<br /> <br /> ==Relationships==<br /> &lt;table style=&quot;position:center;&quot; width=&quot;100%&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;tr&gt;<br /> &lt;td style=&quot;vertical-align: top;width:50%;padding-right:10px; font-size:9pt;font-family:Helvetica;&quot;&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;mw-headline&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;div style=&quot;padding:3px 35px; background: #a6a6a6;font-size:14px;color:#1e1400;&quot;&gt;&lt;center&gt;Allies&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;<br /> : &lt;center&gt;&lt;font style=&quot;color:#F02311;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;♥&lt;/font&gt; Romantic Interest &lt;font style=&quot;color:#FA70BC;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;♥&lt;/font&gt; Platonic Love &lt;font style=&quot;color:#9EC60B;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;●&lt;/font&gt; Good Standing&lt;/center&gt;<br /> <br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#F02311;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;♥&lt;/font&gt; [[R'tahz Tia]]: J'karu's dearest friend and the love of her life. She found in R'tahz something she would have never found if she had remained in the tribal setting of her youth and his constant presence in her life has never left her wanting for company. His courage, even if it were a chronic streak of a do-gooder attitude, never ceases to cause admiration swell in her breast at any turn in their adventurers... and there is no other companion in the world she would ever want more at her side than him.<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#FA70BC;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;♥&lt;/font&gt; Pukko Paki: The moogle that taught J'karu white magic and is currently traveling with her as kind of a shoulder companion, Pukko is a curious and shy individual, often remaining invisible to everyone but J'karu, R'tahz and their chocobos. Still, towards the mage and the dragoon, Pukko is very amicable and friendly and has come to consider them both as good a friend as a moogle can have. J'karu herself would easily put herself in harms way to defend the beastman.<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#9EC60B;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;●&lt;/font&gt; Aeri Sirhl: A Keeper of the Moon that J'karu tracked down to the Floating City of Nym. The woman taught J'karu the deeper knowledge of black magic. A loon, her way of talking and living put J'karu off at first, but she eventually found a friend in the slightly crazy woman. Aeri, in her more lucid moments, deeply cares for the girl.<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#9EC60B;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;●&lt;/font&gt; Faucillien Sondraix: R'tahz's dragoon teacher, J'karu gets along well with the elezen. In truth, she is dearly thankful to him for helping her procure Ember and Streich before the chocobos were culled and she is pleased that he was stern with R'tahz during his training, as she thinks it made him a better dragoon for it.<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#9EC60B;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;●&lt;/font&gt; [[Gunnbjorn Darkblade]]: J'karu met Gunnbjorn when he was in a rather glum attitude, but was pleased to find that a bit of talking and cheerful drinks to be shared allowed her to find a companion in the man. She has also found him to be a fellow thief, as their meeting due to her playing a bit of a pickpocket-trick on him left catching her, despite her best efforts. Because of this, J'karu feels a bond to the man due to similar backgrounds.<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#9EC60B;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;●&lt;/font&gt; Viyra Stonesthrow: A highlander woman whom resides in Bentbranch Meadows, she's acquaintances with Luciane of the Archers' Guild. A bard in her own right, she took J'karu under her wing during the time that her and R'tahz were separated due to learning different trades. She believes J'karu could be a decent bard if the girl had more interest, but understands that her pupil is free spirited.<br /> &lt;/td&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;td style=&quot;vertical-align: top;width:50%;padding-right:10px; font-size:9pt;font-family:Helvetica;&quot;&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;mw-headline&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;div style=&quot;padding:3px 35px; background: #a6a6a6;font-size:14px;color:#1e1400;&quot;&gt;&lt;center&gt;Acquaintances&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;<br /> : &lt;center&gt;&lt;font style=&quot;color:#5F5F5F;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;●&lt;/font&gt; Neutral Standing &lt;font style=&quot;color:#5F5F5F;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;○&lt;/font&gt; Acquaintance&lt;/center&gt; <br /> <br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#5F5F5F;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;●&lt;/font&gt; J'shari Arran: J'karu's former master from her tribal days, she left on decent terms. Though they've never been in touch since before the Calamity, J'karu holds no ill will towards the woman... and is grateful to her for believing in her.<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#5F5F5F;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;●&lt;/font&gt; [[Vervara Rozthan]]: Vervara and J'karu get along well enough, though they haven't had much of a chance to talk beyond their initial introduction. She swiftly found that the woman's attitude was one she likes and she hopes to get to know the mage more now that they've both been hired by Gunnbjorn for the task of raiding a Belah'dian tomb.<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#5F5F5F;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;○&lt;/font&gt; [[Ashiirra Azaria]]: Having met at the inn where they both reside, J'karu hasn't gotten to know Ashiirra much beyond their initial conversastion. They got along well enough, though.<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#5F5F5F;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;○&lt;/font&gt; [[Ariilyn Azaria]]: Ariilyn was increasingly excited to learn that J'karu was a mage and, upon their first meeting, J'karu helped the girl learn a few of the basics of thaumaturgy.<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#5F5F5F;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;○&lt;/font&gt; [[A'rklonn Sargonnai]]: One of the guests that Faucillien shoehorned into coming to the couples' wedding, J'karu doesn't know A'rklonn beyond that first meeting, but he was genial enough in her opinion.<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#5F5F5F;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;○&lt;/font&gt; [[Chris Ganale]]: J'karu knows Chris sparingly through Sabine. She bears the man no ill will, but she hasn't gotten to know him well enough beyond sparse interactions.<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#5F5F5F;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;○&lt;/font&gt; [[Clouse Sydonis]]: J'karu met Clouse on an expedition she was hired for by Gunnbjorn. She appreciates the man's ideals about wounded folk and those that cross paths unfortunately.<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#5F5F5F;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;○&lt;/font&gt; [[Devilish Sarracenia]]: Like Clouse, J'karu met Devil on the same expedition. Though the roegadyn is gruff, she hasn't found herself disliking the woman yet.<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#5F5F5F;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;○&lt;/font&gt; [[Glioca Sargonnai]]: J'karu knows Glioca because Faucillien invited the elezen to the pews for the miqo'tes' wedding because he didn't want them to be empty for their lack of acquaintances. Glioca and J'karu got along well.<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#5F5F5F;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;○&lt;/font&gt; [[Sabine Aislihn]]: An acquaintance J'karu made in one of her visits to Ul'dah, Sabine and J'karu get along well enough. Every now and again, J'karu seeks out the woman for an esoteric tome on black or white magic.<br /> <br /> &lt;h3&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;mw-headline&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;div style=&quot;padding:3px 35px; background: #a6a6a6;font-size:14px;color:#1e1400;&quot;&gt;&lt;center&gt;Antagonists&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;<br /> : &lt;center&gt;&lt;font style=&quot;color:#C24640;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;●&lt;/font&gt; Poor Standing &lt;font style=&quot;color:#000000;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;♦&lt;/font&gt; Enemies&lt;/center&gt; <br /> <br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#C24640;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;●&lt;/font&gt; J'raha Nunh: The nunh that once pursued J'karus affections, J'raha has no place in J'karu's heart. Though she does not particularly hate him, she is less fond of him than being neutral towards him. Still, she has not seen him since before the Calamity.<br /> &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;<br /> <br /> ==Rumors==<br /> &lt;table style=&quot;position:center;&quot; width=&quot;100%&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;tr&gt;<br /> &lt;center&gt;''Some of these rumors are untrue or are greatly exaggerated. Please feel free to add your own rumors under PC!''&lt;/center&gt;<br /> &lt;td style=&quot;vertical-align: top;width:50%;padding-right:10px; font-size:9pt;font-family:Helvetica;&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;b&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;padding:3px 25px; background: #90AB76;&quot;&gt;◢ Common Rumors (Easily overheard.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#90AB76;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; &quot;Aye, that girl'n'er lad are usually 'round these parts. Some might say they're a bit joined at th' hip.&quot; — ''Baderon Tenfingers''<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#90AB76;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; &quot;Rhome? I remember her. She didn't stick around too long, but she picked up enough to get buy in a street fight, I s'pose...&quot; — ''Chuchuto Brightstar''<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#90AB76;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; &quot;Hah! J'karu? One of the brightest to ever sign her name on the guild's scrolls! She took to thaumaturgy like a fish takes to water or an Ul'dahn takes to the glimmer of gil.&quot; — ''Cocobuki, the Piercing Eye''<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#90AB76;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; &quot;Seen that miqo'te around the Archers' Guild more than once. Luciane had a bit of a soft spot for her a few seasons back and she turned into a decent shot because of it.&quot; — ''Gridanian Citizen''<br /> <br /> &lt;b&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;padding:3px 25px; background: #F37E1D;&quot;&gt;◢ Uncommon Rumors (Moderately difficult to overhear.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#F37E1D;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; &quot;She ain't much good with that axe she totes about on occasion. But then, I don't think she uses it for more than havin' a bit of fun. J'karu's more of a magic girl at heart.&quot; — ''Drowning Wench Patron''<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#F37E1D;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; &quot;I don't particularly want to talk about that girl. She's no Seeker I know of.&quot; — ''J'raha Nunh''<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#F37E1D;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; &quot;J'karu? I helped her try her hand at bardic magic a few seasons back. I don't think she'll ever take it seriously, no, but you'll be pleased if she ever sings you a tune. Bit of a songbird, that cat.&quot; — ''Viyra Stonesthrow''<br /> <br /> &lt;b&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;padding:3px 25px; background: #D83018;&quot;&gt;◢ Rare Rumors (Very difficult or rarely overheard.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#D83018;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; &quot;She scared me at the time. I-I-I... I don't remember. I remember. No, I remember. She seemed to be impervious to the Void when I was training her. I couldn't tell you why. No, I'll tell you why. It was that boy's doing. He kept her sane. I don't remember...&quot; — ''Aeri Sirhl''<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#D83018;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; &quot;I'll tell you one thing about that girl, if she ever felt like it, she could decimate whole towns. Anything she wants to do badly enough with her magic, she accomplishes. We're surely blessed she's of such a sweet disposition.&quot; — ''J'shari Arran''<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#D83018;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; &quot;Karu is a dear friend, kupo! I think I'll stick around with her for a time... at least until I'm sure she's got the hang of that magic, kupo.&quot; — ''Pukko Paki''<br /> &lt;/td&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;td style=&quot;vertical-align: top;width:50%;padding-right:10px; font-size:9pt;font-family:Helvetica;&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;b&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;padding:3px 25px; background: #aac5b4;&quot;&gt;◢ PC Rumors (Rumors from other player's characters.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#aac5b4;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; &quot;I don't want to think about where I'd be if I hadn't met her. What's important is that I did, and she is my everything, and I wake up each day happy that she's beside me and I'll get to see her smiling face one more day.&quot; — ''[[R'tahz Tia]]''<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#aac5b4;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; &quot;I've met her in passing more than once and have supplied her with some books every now and again. If she ever put her mind to it or was willing, I'd gladly put in a good word for her at the Arcanists' Guild... but I don't think she'd survive the studies she'd have to sit through. Magic by sign and diagram bores her to tears.&quot; — ''[[Sabine Aislihn]]''<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#aac5b4;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; &quot;I attended her wedding. She struck me as an interesting young woman, and she and her fellow seemed quite happy together. I don't know them, not really, but love that sweet and warm... For their sake, I really do hope it lasts.&quot; — ''[[Glioca Sargonnai]]''<br /> &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;<br /> <br /> ==Music==<br /> &lt;table style=&quot;position:center;&quot; width=&quot;100%&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;tr&gt;<br /> &lt;td style=&quot;vertical-align: top;width:33%;padding-right:10px; font-size:9pt;font-family:Helvetica;&quot;&gt;<br /> : ''[https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=niALD7XzhRs Just Do It]''<br /> :: Artist: The Standard Club<br /> :: Origin: ''PIANO DANCE'' Album<br /> :: &lt;small&gt;Context: Character theme.&lt;/small&gt;<br /> <br /> : ''[https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TWLNxs1L-YI &quot;Libera me&quot; from Hell]''<br /> :: Artist: DJ Gotcha<br /> :: Origin: ''Tengen Toppa Gurren Lagann''<br /> :: &lt;small&gt;Context: Attack in overdrive!&lt;/small&gt;<br /> &lt;/td&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;td style=&quot;vertical-align: top;width:33%;padding-right:10px; font-size:9pt;font-family:Helvetica;&quot;&gt;<br /> : ''[https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k14OtNAzT7Q Country Roads]''<br /> :: Artist: Yūji Nomi feat. Brittany Snow<br /> :: Origin: ''Whisper of the Heart''<br /> :: &lt;small&gt;Context: Inner inhibitions.&lt;/small&gt;<br /> <br /> : ''[https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GpNPQC2v38c Love Will Find a Way]''<br /> :: Artist: Liz Callaway &amp; Gene Miller<br /> :: Origin: Disney's ''The Lion King II: Simba's Pride''<br /> :: &lt;small&gt;Context: Feelings for R'tahz.&lt;/small&gt;<br /> &lt;/td&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;td style=&quot;vertical-align: top;width:33%;padding-right:10px; font-size:9pt;font-family:Helvetica;&quot;&gt;<br /> : ''[https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Phjr9vaS7HM Maka na Chikai]''<br /> :: Artist: Yoshiki Fukuyama<br /> :: Origin: ''Buso Renkin''<br /> :: &lt;small&gt;Context: On the road that we believe in.&lt;/small&gt;<br /> &lt;/td&gt;<br /> &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;<br /> <br /> ==Trivia==<br /> *J'karu's name is based on the Japanese alliteration of ''jackal'', romajinized as ''jakkaru''.<br /> *J'karu owns a young pet cactuar named H'nry.<br /> <br /> [[Category: Balmung]]</div>

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<p>B'habra: </p> <hr /> <div>The following is a directory of characters in the [http://www.ffxiv-roleplayers.com/showthread.php?tid=9295 Ishgard RP LS of Balmung], mirrored from [http://tinyurl.com/IshgardDirectory here]. For ease of organization, please edit the Google Doc for your changes or additions. <br /> <br /> ==Loyalists==<br /> Miria Vail: An inquisitor with a flair for the subtle and theatric. Generally unspoken of outside of the Holy See and the circles of that lofty order. Though, should her name ever come up in conversation, her merciless crusade against heretic and traitor in equal measure is one of the first of her qualities to be noted. Also purported to have an unhealthy fascination with fire, much to her victims’ chagrin.<br /> <br /> [[Orrin Halgren]]: From a minor Noble House, Dragoon on leave by permission of House Fortemps to conduct business outside of Ishgard. Despite the smallness of his house, became known relatively well amongst nobility for the many negative rumors surrounding his lineage. Amongst other knights and Dragoons though, he is generally well accepted, even feared for his brutality in combat.<br /> <br /> [[Aurege Davilles]]: An inquisitor of the Holy See, separated from the nation during the Calamity. Assigned to look into the disappearance of Ishgardian Knights of the Owl's nest five years ago, Aurege was assigned to Gridania, where he poses as a conjurer, assessing the Black Shroud and the Elementals for the Holy See.<br /> <br /> Swaylana Galthens: a popular Noble, from the well known House of Haillenarte in Ishgard. House of Haillenarte is really well off and respected in Ishgard, they hold many Adviser positions. She just finished her studies, and is hoping in time to get an Advisers position working for the Archbishop in Ishgard. She receives a letter from The Holy See that she is to be Handler of a fellowship of Ishgardian's, to go to the city-states and investigate if the help they ask for is truly needed.<br /> <br /> [[Marisa Stormsong]]: One of the more unremarkable members of House Fortemps. Currently a guard at Camp Dragonhead. <br /> <br /> Aurelle Auberand: Born to a vassal family of House Haillenarte, Aurelle’s family has been known to produce at least one dragoon a generation. Considered to be one of the elite, she has been given the honourary title of ‘Sapphire Dragoon,’ though it is just a title with little actual weight. Following the Shiva Incident, Aurelle has been assigned to learn how other primals are dealt with, and report back to her superiors.<br /> <br /> ==Heretics==<br /> <br /> ==Exiles==<br /> [[Ameline Valtin]]: Former Lieutenant-Herald to an Ishgardian Regiment of Lance. She quit the field after losing her command in a costly battle; on the run from Ishgardian interests ever since. Has a deep longing to reconnect with her homeland.<br /> <br /> [[Asheloux Thalantos]]: Would be known by others with the last name Haton. His father was a high ranking Dragoon officer in the Ishgardian forces. He deserted the battlefield when he was faced to death to live on with his wife and soon-to-be child. Asheloux’s parents who escaped punishment from Ishgard later died at his own hands Long story short, he is now an aether researcher interested in magics of the past, present, and potential magics of the future and hides his Ishgardian roots.<br /> <br /> [[Jessika Saphir]]: Daughter of servants to a noble house of Ishgard. Accused of heresy, the family fled Ishgard, seeking refuge in the southern area of the Black Shroud near Thanalan, where they finally settled in an Ala Mhigan refugee camp. Jessika has more of an affinity for Ala Mhigo than Ishgard as a result, even taking the patron Rhalgr over Halone. She was too young to remember Ishgard, but knows well the danger to her family, keeping her connection to the Holy See a secret and going so far as to claim the Black Shroud as her place of birth.<br /> <br /> Juniper Anarchy: A high ranking commander in a regiment of Ishgardian dragoons. Disgraced when, after a particularly harsh battle in which most of her regiment died, she was found in bed with her sister. Fleeing from Ishgard, leaving her sister to her fate, she took an assumed name, changed her appearance, and began living life as a craftswoman. Paranoid and cowardly, yet extremely skilled.<br /> <br /> Rhy Hennessey: Once a noble guard of the Ishgardian High Houses, he dedicated his life to oversee and protect Ishgard. However an incident that saw the death of his younger brother led him to leave Ishgard and abandon nobility. The silent Dragoon now wanders Eorzea in search of friends and a new home.<br /> <br /> ==Other==<br /> [[Aya Foxheart]]: Ala Mhigan refugee settled with distant family who had been living in Ishgard for several generations. Entered just prior to the closing of the gates. Dancer, and part-time trouble-maker. Fled the city to enjoy the freedom of the wider world.<br /> <br /> [[Eva Ianeira|Eva Zelorius]]: Daughter of Dyterium Zelorius whom, in his prime (circa 1535-1540), was a skilled dragoon and elevated himself quickly to the rank of Captain within the Ishgardian knighthood. He was renowned in his era, and granted land and the title of Baron by Ishgard’s elite. For reasons unclear he retired suddenly after his daughter was born and renounced his title, keeping a portion of the land on which to live and to herd sheep. Several years later both moved away from Coerthas to Gridania. Dyterium died of natural causes six moons before the Calamity. Eva herself was born Ishgardian and retains very few ties, however recently resurrected suspicions surrounding the reasons for her father’s sudden departure from the knighthood have brought some attention onto her.<br /> <br /> [[Inessa Hara]]: Wandering knight and investigator who frequents the land of Ishgard often for training. Recently put in the lead of a fellowship of Ishgardian's, despite the fact she did not desire to lead the group.<br /> <br /> [[Nalin Frostclaw]]: A Coerthas-born Miqo'te with a deep, rooted hatred for all things dragon. Though not of Ishgardian blood, he was taken in by a sympathetic Dragoon after the destruction of his clan; where he learned how to slay the scaled beasts. He now wanders Eorzea as a mercenary, looking for work to increase his strength to aid him in slaying dragons. <br /> <br /> [[Meta Xi]]: Dragoon and staunch defender of Ishgard. He is constantly traveling to the lands, taking on jobs and tasks that can make use of his skill in the defense of Ishgard and its people. His ever fiery fervor to see the flying lizards dead, and pleasing results, insures to keep him employed and welcomed back.<br /> <br /> Percival Turner: Son of Ishgardian chocobo farmers who decided to take up the adventuring life, and has found a lot of success at that. He spends much of his time now just wandering as a free knight, as well as learning a variety of schools of combat, including those of the dragoons that he grew up idolizing.<br /> <br /> [[Category:Troupe]]</div>

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<p>B'habra: </p> <hr /> <div>&lt;div style=&quot;border: #000000 solid 10px; border-bottom: #504A4B solid 10px; background:#000000;color:#585250;&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;div style=&quot;background:#504A4B;&quot;&gt;&lt;div align=center&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-size:65px;letter-spacing:0.4em;color:#000000;font-family:Impact;&quot;&gt;AZRAEL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> &lt;div align=center&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-size:15px;letter-spacing:0.75em;color:#000000;font-family:Georgia;&quot;&gt;The Edge Lord&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;div style=&quot;background:#000000;&quot;&gt;&lt;div align=center&gt;&lt;table style=&quot;color:#ffffff;padding:10px 0px;background:#000000;position:center;&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;tr&gt;<br /> &lt;td style=&quot;width:1000;vertical-align: top;font-size:9pt;font-family:Helvetica;&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;font style=&quot;width:50%;font-size:12px;color:#800517;font-family:Georgia;letter-spacing:0.2em;&quot;&gt;'''ALIASES:'''&lt;/font&gt; <br /> : &lt;s&gt;'''Azrael'''&lt;/s&gt; ''(identity while under Rose's command and while with the gypsies)'' <br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> : '''Chip''' ''(past nickname, only known to a certain few)''<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> : '''Pup''' ''(dubbed only by Skycat)''<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> : '''Harrow''' ''(what his darker self is referred to as OOCly)''<br /> &lt;br&gt; <br /> : '''&lt;s&gt;O'kihp&lt;/s&gt;''' ''(Tribe name)''<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> &lt;font style=&quot;width:50%;font-size:12px;color:#800517;font-family:Georgia;letter-spacing:0.2em;&quot;&gt;'''RACE &amp; CLAN:'''&lt;/font&gt; Miqo'te - Seeker of the Sun<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> &lt;font style=&quot;width:50%;font-size:12px;color:#800517;font-family:Georgia;letter-spacing:0.2em;&quot;&gt;'''GENDER:'''&lt;/font&gt; Male<br /> &lt;br&gt; <br /> &lt;br&gt; <br /> &lt;font style=&quot;width:50%;font-size:12px;color:#800517;font-family:Georgia;letter-spacing:0.2em;&quot;&gt;'''AGE &amp; NAMEDAY:'''&lt;/font&gt; unknown | 17th Sun of the 1st Astral Moon<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> &lt;br&gt; <br /> &lt;font style=&quot;width:50%;font-size:12px;color:#800517;font-family:Georgia;letter-spacing:0.2em;&quot;&gt;'''ORIENTATION:'''&lt;/font&gt; Straight<br /> &lt;br&gt; <br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> &lt;font style=&quot;width:50%;font-size:12px;color:#800517;font-family:Georgia;letter-spacing:0.2em;&quot;&gt;'''TRIBE:'''&lt;/font&gt; formerly &lt;s&gt;Mole Tribe&lt;/s&gt;<br /> &lt;br&gt; <br /> &lt;br&gt; <br /> &lt;font style=&quot;width:50%;font-size:12px;color:#800517;font-family:Georgia;letter-spacing:0.2em;&quot;&gt;'''CURRENT RESIDENCE:'''&lt;/font&gt; somewhere in Outer La Noscea<br /> &lt;br&gt; <br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> &lt;font style=&quot;width:50%;font-size:12px;color:#800517;font-family:Georgia;letter-spacing:0.2em;&quot;&gt;'''SKIN COLOR:'''&lt;/font&gt; Fair; severely blemished with scars<br /> &lt;br&gt; <br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> &lt;font style=&quot;width:50%;font-size:12px;color:#800517;font-family:Georgia;letter-spacing:0.2em;&quot;&gt;'''EYE COLOR &amp; FUR COLOR:'''&lt;/font&gt; Obsidian | Gloom Purple<br /> &lt;br&gt; <br /> &lt;br&gt; <br /> &lt;font style=&quot;width:50%;font-size:12px;color:#800517;font-family:Georgia;letter-spacing:0.2em;&quot;&gt;'''HEIGHT &amp; WEIGHT:'''&lt;/font&gt; 5.22 fulms | 110 ponze<br /> &lt;/td&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;td style=&quot;width:1000;vertical-align: top;font-size:9pt;font-family:Helvetica;&quot;&gt;<br /> [[File:harrow_thinking.png|right|650px]]<br /> &lt;/td&gt;<br /> &lt;/tr&gt;<br /> &lt;/table&gt;<br /> &lt;/div&gt;<br /> &lt;/div&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;div align=right&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;width:50%; padding:10px; color:#000000;font-size:18px;font-family:Georgia;letter-spacing:0.2em;&quot;&gt; '' &quot;We are what lurks in the night.&quot; ''&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;div id=&quot;headertabs&quot; class=&quot;large ui-tabs ui-widget ui-widget-content ui-corner-all&quot; style=&quot;border:#000000 solid 10px;background:#000000;&quot;&gt;<br /> <br /> =General Info=<br /> &lt;div align=center&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;padding:10px 0px; background: #421c52;font-size:16px;color:#ffffff;font-family:Georgia;text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px black&quot;&gt;'''&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;W H O&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; W E&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; A R E&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;'''&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;div style=&quot;padding:10px;&quot;&gt;[[file:chip_boy.png|1005px|center]]&lt;/div&gt;<br /> &lt;div style=&quot;padding:10px;&quot;&gt;[[file:chip_monster.png|1005px|center]]&lt;/div&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> &lt;font style=&quot;color:#585250;&quot;&gt;<br /> Tainted by a poison that has resided within him since he was quite young, he has succumb to the darkness and the beast inside—forever. A series of unfortunate events caused his resolve to shatter, and the tight seal within his subconscious was permanently broken. The joyous boy once known as Chip became drowned in a crimson pool of murder and buried under an immeasurable number of transgresses. A being forged of wind-aspected crystal and tainted by the chunk of Dalamud that decimated the Burning Wall has completely infested his body with the contamination of soiled aether. <br /> <br /> <br /> &lt;center&gt;&lt;font style=&quot;font-size:12px;color:#800517;font-family:Georgia;letter-spacing:0.2em;&quot;&gt;'''''A once exuberant [https://wiki.ffxiv-roleplayers.com/index.php?title=O%27kihp_Tia&amp;oldid=152112 moon] ...that has forgotten how to shine.'''''&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;font style=&quot;font-size:12px;color:#800517;font-family:Georgia;letter-spacing:0.1em&quot;&gt;'''''CURRENT STATUS: '''''&lt;/font&gt; A brother loved, a brother trusted. Together they journeyed from Thanalan into the welcoming terrain of La Noscea, where perhaps it might do both Chip and Skycat good. Claiming an old hermit's shack surrounded by a natural hot spring, the brothers have claimed their domain. A real home, a real family. But a darkness still looms within a boy tainted, and it is only a matter of time before he begins to wither.<br /> <br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;font style=&quot;font-size:12px;color:#800517;font-family:Georgia;letter-spacing:0.1em&quot;&gt;'''INVENTORY: '''&lt;/font&gt;<br /> &lt;small&gt;''Last updated: 4/20/2016'' &lt;/small&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;div style=&quot;padding: 7px 4px;font-size:13px; font-family:Georgia;&quot;&gt;<br /> :* '''Wooden music box''' - Chip's first Starlight gift, presented to him from Skycat. It had thought to be lost in the same flames that had destroyed his camp, but was eventually returned to the boy. The box is pale and seamless, with the name &quot;Chip&quot; carved upon the lid. The &quot;i&quot; is dotted in the shape of a fish. [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FqIHLAWPxZk Music Box Song ]<br /> &lt;/div&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> <br /> [[File:boy_beast.JPG|center|1005px]]<br /> <br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;font style=&quot;font-size:12px;color:#800517;font-family:Georgia;letter-spacing:0.2em;&quot;&gt;'''PERSONALITY:'''&lt;/font&gt;<br /> <br /> Fragments of a once jovial moon linger beneath ebony pools of limitless transgression. Nevermore a youthful child of laughter and joy, he is but a shadow of what he once was. Twisted, molded, and forced into a creature submersed in tainted aether, his childish innocence and naivety have disappeared. Like two sides of a coin, boy and beast coexist within a tormented vessel plagued by many a scar. Oft at war, it is not uncommon for the boy to be dangerously volatile and constantly on edge. Mercilessly used at the expense of his Tribe, he’s become an animal expected to both fear and accept punishment. Anything that dares cross an invisible boundary, created by himself out of the sheer need to survive, will be met with guarded eyes and threatening snarls. Rarely does the boy speak, having found actions to speak much louder than words. <br /> <br /> If one is able to get close enough to the beast-child to study the legacy etched upon his blemished flesh, it is easy to see that he is but a remnant of years of torture, abuse, and starvation. Nothing remains of a boy named Chip, and it would seem that specific part of himself is lost forever under a drowning pool of crimson. <br /> <br /> &lt;font style=&quot;font-size:12px;color:#800517;font-family:Georgia;letter-spacing:0.2em;&quot;&gt;'''''Look harder…'''''&lt;/font&gt;<br /> <br /> See his fear, know his wary gaze. Deep within lies a wounded soul and a bleeding heart. He was fostered without love, forced to be alone, and stripped of everything but his trembling flesh. Strangers are regarded with a wariness bordering on paranoia. Sleep has abandoned him. Smiles are bestial expressions of disturbing approval. But know that if you are able to live through an encounter with the beast-child, Nymeia’s fortune smiled upon you that day. Earning anything greater than familiarity in the boy’s eyes is rare, for he’s become nearly averse to any social contact except those in particular. ''Family'' is taken very seriously, and therefore anyone outside of the circle are treated with either fragile tolerance or deep-seated rivalry. <br /> <br /> Tread lightly within the beast-child’s domain, and know that he is ''always'' watching.<br /> <br /> &lt;center&gt;&lt;font style=&quot;font-size:12px;color:#800517;letter-spacing:0.2em;&quot;&gt;'''''Do not make him your enemy.'''''&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;div style=&quot;padding:10px 10px;&quot;&gt;[[file:azrael_updated.png|right]]&lt;/div&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;font style=&quot;font-size:12px;color:#800517;font-family:Georgia;letter-spacing:0.2em;&quot;&gt;'''APPEARANCE:'''&lt;/font&gt;<br /> <br /> A slate gray jacket adorned with golden buckles neatly embraces a scrawny frame, whilst naked limbs poke out from sleeveless gaps. Reinforced shoulder pads secure bare shoulders, embellished with metal spikes. Rugged brown belts traverse across a slim waist, firm enough to maintain their shape, whilst ebon belts hold together his jacket. Usually only one clasp is fastened, allowing air to drift pleasantly across his concave torso. Strips of mole brown cloth wrap snuggly across his pale flesh to hide most of the hideous scars that cover his upper body. <br /> <br /> Leather culottes crafted out of rare Archaeornis leather firmly embrace reedy legs, tanned and softened by a master craftsman to provide both comfort and flexibility to its wearer. Tassels of multicolored hue dangle from the russet leather straps that encircle his thighs, simple additions to what baubles already decorate his sleeveless jacket. <br /> <br /> Accustomed to old habits, the boy still does not wear shoes. Whenever he must travel into town, however, simple leather sandals are donned to protect his skin from the seasoned wood and cracked alabaster stone of Limsa Lominsa’s walkways. The bottoms of his feet may be heavily callused, but he’s used to the overall terrain of dirt and grassy meadows, therefore city streets are yet harsh to delicate pads. <br /> <br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> His skin has remained pale in color despite living in the desert, for he prefers shade to harsh sunlight. No longer smooth and merely smudged with dirt, his entire body is almost completely covered with varying degrees of scars. (''see further detailed description below'') His dark-purple mane, having grown long enough to cover his neck, is tangled and matted with dried blood. Eyes once aglow with the silver face of the moon are now soulless orbs of starless nocturne. Having been malnourished for quite some time, he is very thin and his bones jut out painfully against scarred flesh. <br /> <br /> <br /> &lt;font style=&quot;font-size:12px;color:#800517;font-family:Georgia;letter-spacing:0.2em;&quot;&gt;'''NOTABLE FEATURES:'''&lt;/font&gt;<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> :* &lt;font style=&quot;color:#ffffff;&quot;&gt;''Claws:''&lt;/font&gt; Sharpened black nails grow out of his fingertips, but will extend to about three inches in length when he's particularly livid. Thin and deadly, these fairly simple weapons are able to pierce through the tiniest cracks in armor. Often performing a fighting style that involves spinning and darting around, the slashing movements of his claws make no sound.<br /> <br /> :* &lt;font style=&quot;color:#ffffff;&quot;&gt;''Blackened Eyes:''&lt;/font&gt; His pupils are completely dilated and his sclera turned black, basically resulting in the entirety of his eyes to be soulless pits of obsidian. Although its difficult to tell who or what Azrael is exactly looking at, there are often subtle hints in his body posture and head tilts. Oftentimes, however, one is not even given enough time to decipher something so meaningless before their throat is slit in a fountain of blood. <br /> <br /> :* &lt;font style=&quot;color:#ffffff;&quot;&gt;''Fangs:''&lt;/font&gt; His teeth have become permanent Keeper-like fangs that will extend well past the confines of his lips whenever he's completely enraged. <br /> <br /> :* &lt;font style=&quot;color:#ffffff;&quot;&gt;''**Scars:''&lt;/font&gt; His pale skin is a ragged canvas of untold stories. While a good portion of such marks are the thin and ropy lines of knife cuts, he also bares remnants of burns, stab wounds, and whip lashings. There are thick scars across his heels where his Achilles Tendons were severed multiple times in order to prevent escape. Ragged claw marks streak across his back, administered by himself in order to hide a hurtful message carved there by a dagger. Thick calluses encircle his wrists, ankles, and throat--painful reminders of skin once rubbed bloody and raw by metal shackles. Various patches of his skin, especially on his shoulders and upper chest, are raised and rough to the touch. These are burns caused by a certain hunter's napalm thrower. <br /> <br /> :* &lt;font style=&quot;color:#ffffff;&quot;&gt;''Carnivorous:''&lt;/font&gt; As ruthless a killer as Azrael is, he will also take the time to sample what bits of flesh may have been so delicately preserved upon his claws. He delights in the taste of his enemies, often feasting upon the spoils if he finds a chance to in the midst of his careless bloodthirsty spree. Other times, gnawing off the limbs of his victims is part of the fight itself.<br /> <br /> :* &lt;font style=&quot;color:#ffffff;&quot;&gt;''Tainted Aether:''&lt;/font&gt; In the past, the subtle impurity of his aether could only be sensed if someone were to try and absorb his aether. However, since Harrow has been unleashed for such a long period of time, the boy's aether has become completely vile and impure. It can be sensed by anyone who is able to detect someone's aetheric properties.<br /> <br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> &lt;font style=&quot;font-size:12px;color:#800517;font-family:Georgia;letter-spacing:0.2em;&quot;&gt;'''ABILITIES:'''&lt;/font&gt;<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;table style=&quot;padding:10px 0px;background:#000000;position:center;&quot; width=&quot;100%&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;tr&gt;<br /> &lt;td style=&quot;width:50%;vertical-align: top;font-size:9pt;font-family:Helvetica;&quot;&gt;<br /> [[file:azrael_battle.png|500px|left]] <br /> &lt;/td&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;td style=&quot;width:50%;vertical-align: top;&quot;&gt;<br /> :* &lt;font style=&quot;color:#ffffff;&quot;&gt;''Speed:''&lt;/font&gt; By nature of how the wind blows, the more disrupted his mental state is, the greater the speed in which he possesses. At a normal level, his movements are fast enough to be unable to track, but a blurred form of his figure is still visible. However, when he's beyond saving and overcome with unquenchable fury, Azrael becomes nearly the wind itself, with serrated edges that fatally slice any living soul in its wake.<br /> <br /> :* &lt;font style=&quot;color:#ffffff;&quot;&gt;''Teleportation:''&lt;/font&gt; At a high enough level of power, Azrael can move so fast that he literally can disappear and reappear in a totally different location nearby. Although he cannot teleport to completely different areas, the ability extends to about a mile away from his current spot.<br /> <br /> :* &lt;font style=&quot;color:#ffffff;&quot;&gt;''Abnormally Resilient:''&lt;/font&gt; While enraged, most wounds inflicted upon him are ignored and the pain only angers him further. He can keep fighting blindly until the state of his body is no longer able to withstand itself--whether it be from a missing or broken limb, or simply no longer physically capable of standing.<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> <br /> ::&lt;font style=&quot;font-size:12px;color:#800517;font-family:Georgia;letter-spacing:0.2em;&quot;&gt;'''''His strength comes from his emotions. The more upset, agonized, or tortured the boy is, the more powerful he becomes.'''''&lt;/font&gt;<br /> &lt;/td&gt;<br /> &lt;/tr&gt;<br /> &lt;/table&gt;<br /> &lt;/div&gt;<br /> <br /> =Behavior=<br /> &lt;div&gt;[[file:az_likes.png|900px|center]]&lt;/div&gt;<br /> &lt;div align=center&gt;&lt;table style=&quot;position:center;&quot; width=&quot;100%&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;tr&gt;<br /> &lt;td style=&quot;width:50%;vertical-align: top;font-size:9pt;font-family:Helvetica;&quot;&gt;&lt;h3&gt;<br /> &lt;div style=&quot;padding:10px 35px; background: #687076;font-size:14px;color:#ffffff;font-family:Georgia;text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px black&quot;&gt;&lt;center&gt;'''F A V O R I T E S'''&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;<br /> <br /> :&lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia&quot;&gt;&lt;font style=&quot;color:#687076;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font style=&quot;color:#ffffff;&quot;&gt;'''Flesh:'''&lt;/font&gt; Hungry beast is hungry. He has no preference for what kind of flesh he devours, but does like it best when it's freshly dead.&lt;/div&gt;<br /> :&lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia&quot;&gt;&lt;font style=&quot;color:#687076;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font style=&quot;color:#ffffff;&quot;&gt;'''Aldgoat Stew:'''&lt;/font&gt; It's kind of a long story...&lt;/div&gt;<br /> :&lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia&quot;&gt;&lt;font style=&quot;color:#687076;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font style=&quot;color:#ffffff;&quot;&gt;'''Stargazing:'''&lt;/font&gt; He used to admire the sky during his habitual &quot;Night Watch&quot; atop the gypsy caravan's tortoise, but still finds himself awestruck by the beauty of the night sky.&lt;/div&gt;<br /> :&lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia&quot;&gt;&lt;font style=&quot;color:#687076;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font style=&quot;color:#ffffff;&quot;&gt;'''La Noscea:'''&lt;/font&gt; Home is where the heart lies.&lt;/div&gt;<br /> &lt;/td&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;td style=&quot;width:50%;vertical-align: top;font-size:9pt;font-family:Helvetica;&quot;&gt;&lt;h3&gt;<br /> &lt;div style=&quot;padding:10px 35px;background:#421C52;font-size:14px;color:#ffffff;font-family:Georgia;text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px black&quot;&gt;&lt;center&gt;'''L I K E S'''&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;<br /> <br /> :&lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia&quot;&gt;&lt;font style=&quot;color:#421C52;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font style=&quot;color:#ffffff;&quot;&gt;'''Darkness: '''&lt;/font&gt; Used to living in a cave with no light, he finds a strange comfort in the chill of the shadows.&lt;/div&gt;<br /> :&lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia&quot;&gt;&lt;font style=&quot;color:#421C52;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font style=&quot;color:#ffffff;&quot;&gt;'''Blood: '''&lt;/font&gt; It's tasty and sometimes sweet. He likes licking it off his fangs and claws.&lt;/div&gt;<br /> :&lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia&quot;&gt;&lt;font style=&quot;color:#421C52;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font style=&quot;color:#ffffff;&quot;&gt;'''Moonlight: '''&lt;/font&gt; There's something about it that even he finds soothing.&lt;/div&gt;<br /> :&lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia&quot;&gt;&lt;font style=&quot;color:#421C52;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font style=&quot;color:#ffffff;&quot;&gt;'''Listening to Stories: '''&lt;/font&gt; Some old habits never die, and this one is no exception. He especially likes hearing about the silly adventures of the twins.&lt;/div&gt;<br /> :&lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia&quot;&gt;&lt;font style=&quot;color:#421C52;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font style=&quot;color:#ffffff;&quot;&gt;'''Exploring: '''&lt;/font&gt; He's only recently discovered the enjoyment of this particular hobby. Another old habit perhaps, but he found the journey taken with his brother to their new home pleasant and fun.&lt;/div&gt;<br /> &lt;/td&gt;<br /> &lt;/tr&gt;<br /> &lt;/table&gt;<br /> &lt;/div&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> [[file:az_dislikes.png|900px|center]]<br /> &lt;div align=center&gt;&lt;table style=&quot;position:center;&quot; width=&quot;100%&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;tr&gt;<br /> &lt;td style=&quot;vertical-align: top;font-size:9pt;font-family:Helvetica;&quot;&gt;&lt;h3&gt;<br /> &lt;div style=&quot;padding:10px 35px; background: #421C52;font-size:14px;color:#ffffff;font-family:Georgia;text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px black&quot;&gt;&lt;center&gt;'''Q U I R K S'''&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;<br /> <br /> :&lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia;&quot;&gt;&lt;font style=&quot;color:#421C52;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font style=&quot;color:#ffffff;&quot;&gt;'''Addicted to Pain: '''&lt;/font&gt; Will sometimes slice himself with his own claws and lap up his own blood, out of habit or simply just to calm down. He's become addicted to his own affliction.&lt;/div&gt;<br /> :&lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia;&quot;&gt;&lt;font style=&quot;color:#421C52;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font style=&quot;color:#ffffff;&quot;&gt;'''Insomniac: '''&lt;/font&gt; He hates sleeping because he'll almost always have nightmares. So he simply does not sleep. &lt;/div&gt;<br /> : &lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia;&quot;&gt;&lt;font style=&quot;color:#421C52;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font style=&quot;color:#ffffff;&quot;&gt;'''Animal Affinity: '''&lt;/font&gt; Unbeknownst to him, he has an uncanny ability to sense the feelings and thoughts of creatures that he has grown very close to. &lt;/div&gt;<br /> :&lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia;&quot;&gt;&lt;font style=&quot;color:#421C52;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font style=&quot;color:#ffffff;&quot;&gt;'''Volatile: '''&lt;/font&gt; Terribly unpredictable, his temper can easily snap at the slightest provocation. &lt;/div&gt;<br /> :&lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia;&quot;&gt;&lt;font style=&quot;color:#421C52;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font style=&quot;color:#ffffff;&quot;&gt;'''Negative Reaction to Raw Flesh: '''&lt;/font&gt; As much as he enjoys devouring his victims and eating any sort of corpse, his body will always reject his meal and force him to vomit it back up mere hours after consumption. &lt;/div&gt;<br /> :&lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia;&quot;&gt;&lt;font style=&quot;color:#421C52;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font style=&quot;color:#ffffff;&quot;&gt;'''Elemental Resistance: '''&lt;/font&gt; He's developed an immunity to certain types of magic -- particularly that of ice since a certain Elezen mage often used it against him.&lt;/div&gt;<br /> :&lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia;&quot;&gt;&lt;font style=&quot;color:#421C52;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font style=&quot;color:#ffffff;&quot;&gt;'''Claustrophobic: '''&lt;/font&gt; Spending so much time in enclosed spaces has made the beast-child highly sensitive to the uncomfortable sensation. He will do whatever he can to avoid being inside rooms or tight spaces, much preferring the open sky of the outside. He's also become averse to large crowds, choosing solitude over popularity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;td style=&quot;vertical-align: top;font-size:9pt;font-family:Helvetica;&quot;&gt;&lt;h3&gt;<br /> &lt;div style=&quot;padding:10px 35px; background: #687076;font-size:14px;color:#ffffff;font-family:Georgia;text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px black&quot;&gt;&lt;center&gt;'''D I S L I K E S'''&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;<br /> <br /> :&lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia;&quot;&gt;&lt;font style=&quot;color:#687076;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font style=&quot;color:#ffffff;&quot;&gt;'''Ice: '''&lt;/font&gt; He's deathly afraid of it, especially when it's in the form of a spell. When encountered with it, he'll shriek and wail like a wounded animal and try to escape it.&lt;/div&gt;<br /> :&lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia;&quot;&gt;&lt;font style=&quot;color:#687076;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font style=&quot;color:#ffffff;&quot;&gt;'''Spoons: '''&lt;/font&gt; Beware their unknown power!&lt;/div&gt;<br /> : &lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia;&quot;&gt;&lt;font style=&quot;color:#687076;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font style=&quot;color:#ffffff;&quot;&gt;'''Thunderstorms: '''&lt;/font&gt; He'll huddle in the corner with flattened ears and hiss at the thunder and lightning. &lt;/div&gt;<br /> :&lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia;&quot;&gt;&lt;font style=&quot;color:#687076;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font style=&quot;color:#ffffff;&quot;&gt;'''Punishment: '''&lt;/font&gt; Much was inflicted upon the beast during his imprisonment within the Tribe. Although he now expects a beating whenever he does something wrong, he loathes the often brutal consequences his father tormented him with.&lt;/div&gt;<br /> :&lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia;&quot;&gt;&lt;font style=&quot;color:#687076;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font style=&quot;color:#ffffff;&quot;&gt;'''Magic: '''&lt;/font&gt; Thanks to a certain elezen mage, he's also deathly afraid of spellcasting.&lt;/div&gt;<br /> :&lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia;&quot;&gt;&lt;font style=&quot;color:#687076;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font style=&quot;color:#ffffff;&quot;&gt;'''Boredom: '''&lt;/font&gt; He didn't have much to do during his imprisonment and ultimately hates it when he's unable to keep himself busy. &lt;/div&gt;<br /> :&lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia;&quot;&gt;&lt;font style=&quot;color:#687076;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font style=&quot;color:#ffffff;&quot;&gt;'''Sharp Objects: '''&lt;/font&gt; Particularly that of daggers. He will most likely cower at the sight of one being brandished in his presence.&lt;/div&gt;<br /> :&lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia;&quot;&gt;&lt;font style=&quot;color:#687076;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font style=&quot;color:#ffffff;&quot;&gt;'''Caves: '''&lt;/font&gt; He'll have panic attacks if suddenly inside one and will have vivid hallucinations of his father.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;<br /> &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> <br /> =Relationships=<br /> &lt;div align=center&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;padding:10px; background: #421c52;font-size:16px;color:#ffffff;font-family:Georgia;text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px black&quot;&gt;'''R E L A T I O N S H I P S'''&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> <br /> {| class=&quot;mw-collapsible mw-collapsed wikitable&quot; width=&quot;100%&quot; border=&quot;0&quot;<br /> ! &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia;&quot;&gt;&lt;font style=&quot;color:#000000;&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;'''Color Key'''&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> |-<br /> |<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#9e2839;&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;♥&lt;/font&gt; &lt;sub&gt;&lt;b&gt;Affection:&lt;/b&gt; Azrael has a particular feeling of want and desire for this character. It might be friendly, romantic, and/or physical.&lt;/sub&gt;<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#FA70BC;&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;♥&lt;/font&gt; &lt;sub&gt;&lt;b&gt;Muse:&lt;/b&gt; Azrael is attracted to this character.&lt;/sub&gt;<br /> <br /> <br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#54b5eb;&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;♥&lt;/font&gt; &lt;sub&gt;&lt;b&gt;Platonic Love/Family:&lt;/b&gt; Azrael considers this character family, which is beyond friendship and taken very seriously. &lt;/sub&gt;<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#54b5eb;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;💔&lt;/font&gt; &lt;sub&gt;&lt;b&gt;Estranged:&lt;/b&gt; Azrael's familial ties have been shattered towards this character and although they were once his family, he can no longer consider them as such for it will only cause him great pain.&lt;/sub&gt;<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#54b5eb;&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;♦&lt;/font&gt; &lt;sub&gt;&lt;b&gt;Friend:&lt;/b&gt; Azrael considers this character their friend and ally.&lt;/sub&gt;<br /> <br /> <br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#93d2f6;&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;●&lt;/font&gt; &lt;sub&gt;&lt;b&gt;Good Standing:&lt;/b&gt; This character left a good impression towards Azrael.&lt;/sub&gt;<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#c6c6c6;&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;●&lt;/font&gt; &lt;sub&gt;&lt;b&gt;Neutral Acquaintance:&lt;/b&gt; Azrael has no specific feelings about this character.&lt;/sub&gt;<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#F37E1D;&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;●&lt;/font&gt; &lt;sub&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wary:&lt;/b&gt; Azrael will not purposely avoid this character, but he doesn't feel completely comfortable around them either.<br /> <br /> <br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#8a8a8a;&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;♠&lt;/font&gt; &lt;sub&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dislike:&lt;/b&gt; Azrael doesn't want to consider this character a friend and will try to avoid them, but will talk if needed.&lt;/sub&gt;<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#575757;&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;♠&lt;/font&gt; &lt;sub&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hate:&lt;/b&gt; Azrael considers this character an annoyance and will try to avoid them. Conflict can happen.&lt;/sub&gt;<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#C24641;&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;♠&lt;/font&gt; &lt;sub&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fear:&lt;/b&gt; Azrael is terrified by this character and will try to avoid them at all cost.&lt;/sub&gt;<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#D83018;&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;♠&lt;/font&gt; &lt;sub&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rivalry:&lt;/b&gt; Azrael considers this character a rival and will try to initiate conflict every time he meets them.<br /> <br /> <br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#dba133;&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;♣&lt;/font&gt; &lt;sub&gt;&lt;b&gt;Family Member:&lt;/b&gt; Azrael is related by blood to this character.&lt;/sub&gt;<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#dba133;&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;♦&lt;/font&gt; &lt;sub&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tribe Member:&lt;/b&gt; This character was part of the Mole Tribe in Thanalan.&lt;/sub&gt;<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#dba133;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;sub&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hidden Feelings/Unknown:&lt;/b&gt; Azrael isn't fully aware of their relationship with this character yet, in denial, or overlooking it.<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#c5a541;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;🔒&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;sub&gt;&lt;b&gt;Trust:&lt;/b&gt; Azrael trusts this character above all else, and would not hesitate to risk his life for them.<br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#000000;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;🔒&lt;/font&gt; &lt;sub&gt;&lt;b&gt;Betrayed:&lt;/b&gt; Azrael's trust in this character has been completely broken, and is irreparable, no matter how tenuous the trust may have been.&lt;/sub&gt;<br /> <br /> <br /> : &lt;font style=&quot;color:#000000;&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;✖&lt;/font&gt; &lt;sub&gt;&lt;b&gt;Deceased:&lt;/b&gt; This character has passed away.&lt;/sub&gt;&lt;/sub&gt;<br /> <br /> |}<br /> <br /> <br /> &lt;h3&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;mw-headline&quot; id=&quot;General&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia;padding:10px 15px; background:#800517;;font-size:16px;color:#ffffff;letter-spacing:0.2em;&quot;&gt;&lt;center&gt;FAMILY &amp; TRIBE&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt; <br /> <br /> &lt;center&gt;&lt;p&gt;These are mostly backstory-related relationships.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/center&gt;<br /> <br /> {| class=&quot;wikitable alphabetical&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; cellspacing=&quot;1&quot; cellpadding=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; width: 80%; text-align: center; vertical-align: middle;&quot;<br /> |- style=&quot;background-color: #000000; color: #ffffff;&quot;<br /> | &lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia; background: #000000;font-size:12px;color:#ffffff;letter-spacing:0.2em;&quot;&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;B&gt;LIST OF TRIBE MEMBERS&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> &lt;!--You can add new entries below this line--&gt;<br /> <br /> |- style=&quot;background-color: #000000;&quot;<br /> |<br /> {| class=&quot;mw-collapsible mw-collapsed wikitable&quot; width=&quot;100%&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; style=&quot;vertical-align: middle; text-align: left;&quot;<br /> ! &lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia; background:#727272; color:#ffffff;font-size:14px; font-variant:small-caps;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;O'anna Xhiji,&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;mother&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;b&gt;(&lt;/b&gt; &lt;font style=&quot;color:#000000;&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;✖&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font style=&quot;color:#c6c6c6;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;●&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font style=&quot;color:#dba133;&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;♣&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font style=&quot;color:#dba133;&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;♦&lt;/font&gt; &lt;b&gt;)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> |- <br /> | &lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px; font-variant:small-caps;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thoughts:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;&quot;We never knew you.&quot;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> |- <br /> | &lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia; font-size:13px;&quot;&gt;[[File:O'anna.JPG|250px|left]]&lt;p&gt;She died shortly after giving birth to O'kihp, and although the other members of the Tribe raised him, he grew up without a &quot;mother figure&quot; in his life. Nothing was ever mentioned of O'anna, but it could be assumed that part of O'ctan's hatred for his son stems from the death of his mate.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> |}<br /> <br /> |- style=&quot;background-color: #000000;&quot;<br /> |<br /> {| class=&quot;mw-collapsible mw-collapsed wikitable&quot; width=&quot;100%&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; style=&quot;vertical-align: middle; text-align: left;&quot;<br /> ! &lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia; background:#727272; color:#ffffff;font-size:14px; font-variant:small-caps;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;O'ctan Nuhn&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;i&gt;father&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;b&gt;(&lt;/b&gt; &lt;font style=&quot;color:#000000;&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;✖&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font style=&quot;color:#D83018;&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;♠&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font style=&quot;color:#C24641;&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;♠&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font style=&quot;color:#dba133;&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;♣&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font style=&quot;color:#dba133;&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;♦&lt;/font&gt; &lt;b&gt;)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> |- <br /> | &lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px; font-variant:small-caps;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thoughts:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;&quot;After all the terrible things you did to us, your heart never rotted. It makes us sick. But we are glad to finally be rid of you.&quot;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> |- <br /> | &lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia; font-size:13px;&quot;&gt;[[File:O'ctan.JPG|250px|left]]&lt;p&gt;From the moment O'kihp was born, his father rarely paid him any attention. This changed, however, when the monster within the boy made itself known and he almost ended up wiping the entire Tribe out. O'ctan was disgusted by the animal he had sired, and was more than happy to pin the entire blame of the Tribe's failure upon his son. When O'kihp was banished, O'ctan became the Nuhn soon after and tried to return the Tribe back to its former glory. However, the threat of their extinction was eminent, and desperation drove O'ctan to one final act: the retrieval of his son. O'kihp was kidnapped during the night, taken back to Thanalan, and held in a cave within the Tribe's encampment. Unspeakable horrors were committed by father against son. His anger and frustration were taken out against O'kihp, earning O'ctan the reputation of an abusive and merciless father.<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> One fateful day, however, the beast finally got his revenge. While returning to the cave, he resisted against his bonds and retailed in a maddened frenzy. Not a single member remained alive, not even the women and children. O'ctan was the final one to kill, and O'kihp happily ripped him apart and feasted upon his organs and flesh until not a valuable part of his father remained.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> |}<br /> <br /> |- style=&quot;background-color: #000000;&quot;<br /> |<br /> {| class=&quot;mw-collapsible mw-collapsed wikitable&quot; width=&quot;100%&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; style=&quot;vertical-align: middle; text-align: left;&quot;<br /> ! &lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia; background:#727272; color:#ffffff;font-size:14px; font-variant:small-caps;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;O'kaje Tia&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;i&gt;Uncle&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;b&gt;(&lt;/b&gt; &lt;font style=&quot;color:#000000;&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;✖&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font style=&quot;color:#D83018;&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;♠&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font style=&quot;color:#dba133;&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;♣&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font style=&quot;color:#dba133;&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;♦&lt;/font&gt; &lt;b&gt;)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> |- <br /> | &lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px; font-variant:small-caps;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thoughts:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;”You tasted...delicious.”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> |- <br /> | &lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia; font-size:13px;&quot;&gt;[[File:O'kaje.PNG|250px|left]]&lt;p&gt;Although O'kaje is the older brother of O'ctan, it was his lack of experience that prevented him from being Nuhn. This doesn't bother him, however, as he enjoys the thrill of battle and gets this plenty as a Tia. He was among the small group sent out to retrieve O'kihp from his banishment in La Noscea and the one that was more than happy to set fire to the remnants of his camp. O'kaje has a healthy fear of the little demon, like most of the Tribe, but will not hesitate in tormenting him when given the chance.<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> He fell quickly under a well-timed swipe of the monster's claws.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> |}<br /> <br /> |- style=&quot;background-color: #000000;&quot;<br /> |<br /> {| class=&quot;mw-collapsible mw-collapsed wikitable&quot; width=&quot;100%&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; style=&quot;vertical-align: middle; text-align: left;&quot;<br /> ! &lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia; background:#727272; color:#ffffff;font-size:14px; font-variant:small-caps;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;O'behr Tia&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;b&gt;(&lt;/b&gt; &lt;font style=&quot;color:#000000;&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;✖&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font style=&quot;color:#D83018;&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;♠&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font style=&quot;color:#dba133;&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;♦&lt;/font&gt; &lt;b&gt;)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> |- <br /> | &lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px; font-variant:small-caps;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thoughts:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;”We made sure you screamed long and hard before you died.”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> |- <br /> | &lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia; font-size:13px;&quot;&gt;[[File:O'behr.PNG|250px|left]]&lt;p&gt;Somewhat young, but quite battle-ready, he's one of the better Tias of the Tribe. He was also part of the group that stole O'kihp out of La Noscea.<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> He was the final Tia left standing before the demon's claws found their mark.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> |}<br /> <br /> |- style=&quot;background-color: #000000;&quot;<br /> |<br /> {| class=&quot;mw-collapsible mw-collapsed wikitable&quot; width=&quot;100%&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; style=&quot;vertical-align: middle; text-align: left;&quot;<br /> ! &lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia; background:#727272; color:#ffffff;font-size:14px; font-variant:small-caps;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;O'xhiji Nunh&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;i&gt;ex-Tribe Leader&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;b&gt;(&lt;/b&gt; &lt;font style=&quot;color:#000000;&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;✖&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font style=&quot;color:#C24641;;&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;♠&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font style=&quot;color:#dba133;&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;♦&lt;/font&gt; &lt;b&gt;)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> |- <br /> | &lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px; font-variant:small-caps;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thoughts:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;”We wish it had been us that killed you.”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> |- <br /> | &lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia; font-size:13px;&quot;&gt;[[File:O'xhiji.PNG|250px|left]]&lt;p&gt;When O'kihp had still been quite young and part of the Tribe, O'xhiji had been the one to publicly flog him before banishing him to La Noscea. <br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> The old Nuhn ultimately died in his prime, falling victim to a rampaging fire drake that had nearly overrun the Tribe's camp.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> |}<br /> <br /> |- style=&quot;background-color: #000000;&quot;<br /> |<br /> {| class=&quot;mw-collapsible mw-collapsed wikitable&quot; width=&quot;100%&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; style=&quot;vertical-align: middle; text-align: left;&quot;<br /> ! &lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia; background:#727272; color:#ffffff;font-size:14px; font-variant:small-caps;&quot;&gt;Tome &lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;b&gt;(&lt;/b&gt; &lt;font style=&quot;color:#000000;&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;✖&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font style=&quot;color:#D83018;&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;♠&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font style=&quot;color:#C24641;&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;♠&lt;/font&gt; &lt;b&gt;)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> |- <br /> | &lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px; font-variant:small-caps;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thoughts:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;&quot;Your ice magics failed you and we finally got you in the end.&quot;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> |- <br /> |&lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px; font-variant:small-caps;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Where They First Met:&lt;/b&gt; Middle La Noscea&lt;/div&gt;<br /> |-<br /> | &lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia; font-size:13px;&quot;&gt;&lt;p&gt;An Elezen mage hired by O'ctan to help restrain O'kihp when they captured him. The Duskwood doesn't pose much of a significant threat--dark gray skin hangs from a bony figure and his face is always hidden by a deep shadowy cowl. What Tome lacks in threatening appearance, he makes up for with his cold and emotionless demeanor. He can say not a word, yet unnerve someone by simply standing in the shadows. As with most, Tome thoroughly creeped O'kihp out. He could always tell when the Elezen was around, due to his chilling presence and unsettling silence. O'kihp also learned to fear him after Tome used his black magic to punish him.<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> As promised, Tome was the first to die. The beast-child knew getting rid of the ice-user was crucial, so the moment he was able to move he lunged for the Elezen and ripped the arms off his corpse.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> |}<br /> <br /> &lt;!--Put new entries above this line--&gt;<br /> |}<br /> <br /> &lt;!-- NEW ENTRY TEMPLATE<br /> <br /> |- style=&quot;background-color: #000000;&quot;<br /> |<br /> {| class=&quot;mw-collapsible mw-collapsed wikitable&quot; width=&quot;100%&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; style=&quot;vertical-align: middle; text-align: left;&quot;<br /> ! &lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia; background:#504A4B; color:#ffffff;font-size:14px; font-variant:small-caps;&quot;&gt;[[Person's Name]], &lt;i&gt;nickname or alias&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;b&gt;(&lt;/b&gt; SYMBOLS GO HERE &lt;b&gt;)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> |- <br /> | &lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px; font-variant:small-caps;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thoughts:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;&quot;Insert CHARACTER’s quote here..&quot;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> |- <br /> |&lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px; font-variant:small-caps;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Where They First Met:&lt;/b&gt; location here&lt;/div&gt;<br /> |- <br /> | &lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia; font-size:13px;&quot;&gt;&lt;p&gt;Short description of how these characters know each other goes here.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> |}<br /> <br /> --&gt;<br /> <br /> <br /> &lt;center&gt;&lt;p&gt;These are members of his family, unrelated by blood but bound by a sense of attachment.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/center&gt;<br /> <br /> {| class=&quot;wikitable alphabetical&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; cellspacing=&quot;1&quot; cellpadding=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; width: 80%; text-align: center; vertical-align: middle;&quot;<br /> |- style=&quot;background-color: #000000; color: #ffffff;&quot;<br /> | &lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia; background: #000000;font-size:12px;color:#ffffff;letter-spacing:0.2em;&quot;&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;B&gt;LIST OF FAMILY MEMBERS&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> |- style=&quot;background-color: #000000;&quot;<br /> |<br /> {| class=&quot;mw-collapsible mw-collapsed wikitable&quot; width=&quot;100%&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; style=&quot;vertical-align: middle; text-align: left;&quot;<br /> ! &lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia; background:#727272; color:#ffffff; font-size:14px; font-variant:small-caps;&quot;&gt;[https://wiki.ffxiv-roleplayers.com/pages/Xeiz_Feine Feine], &lt;i&gt;Skycat&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;b&gt;(&lt;/b&gt; &lt;font style=&quot;color:#54b5eb;&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;♥&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font style=&quot;color:#c5a541;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;🔒&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;b&gt;)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> |- <br /> | &lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px; font-variant:small-caps;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thoughts:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;&quot;Chip&lt;/i&gt; loves &lt;i&gt;this family. Always.&quot;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> |- <br /> |&lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px; font-variant:small-caps;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Where They First Met:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;s&gt;Middle La Noscea - Rogue River&lt;/s&gt; Eastern Thanalan - gypsy caravan&lt;/div&gt;<br /> |- <br /> | &lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia; font-size:13px;&quot;&gt;[[File:Raziel2.PNG|250px|left]][[File:Raziel3.png|250px|right]]&lt;p&gt;Feine, Skycat, Raziel. No matter the name, he is only considered ''brother'' to a boy whose entire life was turned upside down the moment they met. He is a brother both trusted and loved, and Azrael has finally admitted this to him after many years of hardship and memorable times. They’ve been through hell and back, but never once let go of the other. Bonds frayed and torn always repaired themselves in the end. The brothers were destined to be together, much like the sun and the moon both thrived against the same sky.<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> Skycat is the one person he can trust above all else and he could never find reason to betray him. Ties of blood are strong, but ties of ''real'' family are stronger. Azrael respects Skycat and has always looked up to him, for he’s always been regarded as the stronger of the two. Having never had someone to rely on before, the boy found that in Skycat, and knows that he’ll always be there to pull him out of the darkness. <br /> <br /> ...until the day comes when Azrael might finally find his own strength once again.<br /> &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> |}<br /> |}<br /> <br /> &lt;h3&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;mw-headline&quot; id=&quot;General&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia;padding:10px 15px; background:#800517;font-size:16px;color:#ffffff;letter-spacing:0.2em;&quot;&gt;&lt;center&gt;NON-FAMILY&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt; <br /> <br /> &lt;center&gt;&lt;p&gt;Listed here are the non-family characters, both PC and NPC, that Azrael has interacted with. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/center&gt;<br /> &lt;center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Last Update...&lt;/b&gt; 6/03/2016.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/center&gt;<br /> <br /> {| class=&quot;wikitable alphabetical&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; cellspacing=&quot;1&quot; cellpadding=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; width: 80%; text-align: center; vertical-align: middle;&quot;<br /> |- style=&quot;background-color: #000000; color: #ffffff;&quot;<br /> | &lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia; background: #000000;font-size:12px;color:#ffffff;letter-spacing:0.2em;&quot;&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;B&gt;NPCs&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> &lt;!--You can add new entries below this line--&gt;<br /> <br /> |- style=&quot;background-color: #000000;&quot;<br /> |<br /> {| class=&quot;mw-collapsible mw-collapsed wikitable&quot; width=&quot;100%&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; style=&quot;vertical-align: middle; text-align: left;&quot;<br /> ! &lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia; background:#727272; color:#ffffff;font-size:14px; font-variant:small-caps;&quot;&gt;Frostfeather, &lt;i&gt;Skycat's Wings&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;b&gt;(&lt;/b&gt; &lt;font style=&quot;color:#54b5eb;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;♦&lt;/font&gt; &lt;b&gt;)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> |- <br /> | &lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px; font-variant:small-caps;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thoughts:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;&quot;I missed you more than I realized.&quot;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> |- <br /> |&lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px; font-variant:small-caps;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Where They First Met:&lt;/b&gt; Middle La Noscea&lt;/div&gt;<br /> |-<br /> | &lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia; font-size:13px;&quot;&gt;&lt;p&gt;[[File:Frost.jpg|250px|left]]There was once a great cat-bird who enjoyed the taste of grilled fish and flew a boy and his best friend across the salt-swept meadows of La Noscea. She has not been seen for many months and the boy had gradually led her fade from his memory. <br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> While at the cabin, however, she made an unexpected visit and he realized just how much he had missed the sweet griffin. He is happy to know that she is still alive, but the thrill of flying atop her has not once crossed his mind.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> |}<br /> <br /> |- style=&quot;background-color: #000000;&quot;<br /> |<br /> {| class=&quot;mw-collapsible mw-collapsed wikitable&quot; width=&quot;100%&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; style=&quot;vertical-align: middle; text-align: left;&quot;<br /> ! &lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia; background:#727272; color:#ffffff;font-size:14px; font-variant:small-caps;&quot;&gt;Meebo &lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;b&gt;(&lt;/b&gt; &lt;font style=&quot;color:#54b5eb;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;♦&lt;/font&gt; &lt;b&gt;)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> |- <br /> | &lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px; font-variant:small-caps;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thoughts: &quot;You were... always calm.&quot;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;&quot;&quot;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> |- <br /> |&lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px; font-variant:small-caps;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Where They First Met:&lt;/b&gt; Thanalan - Gypsy Caravan&lt;/div&gt;<br /> |-<br /> | &lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia; font-size:13px;&quot;&gt;&lt;p&gt;[[File:Meebo.jpg|250px|left]] While among the gypsies, Azrael was slowly improving and becoming not so much of a wild animal, but he was still volatile and yet to overcome his addiction to pain. After meeting the caravan's tortoise, due to his ability to somewhat sense the feelings of other animals, Azrael discovered that he was always peaceful. Thus, the beast-child developed a habit of perching atop the turtle whenever he'd felt on edge, and let Meebo's constant state of calm soothe his mental chaos. Azrael also liked to sit on the turtle and stargaze throughout the night. He'd never grown tired of the turtle's calmness and it was simply another way for him to be able to adapt to the caravan. <br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> Now that Azrael has left the caravan, he's forced to come up with others means to calm himself without Meebo around. He rather misses the placid tortoise, having come to appreciate how helpful he'd been.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> |}<br /> <br /> |- style=&quot;background-color: #000000;&quot;<br /> |<br /> {| class=&quot;mw-collapsible mw-collapsed wikitable&quot; width=&quot;100%&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; style=&quot;vertical-align: middle; text-align: left;&quot;<br /> ! &lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia; background:#727272; color:#ffffff;font-size:14px; font-variant:small-caps;&quot;&gt;Mitzi, &lt;i&gt;Chip's present&lt;/i&gt;? &lt;b&gt;(&lt;/b&gt; &lt;font style=&quot;color:#c6c6c6;&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;●&lt;/font&gt; &lt;b&gt;)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> |- <br /> | &lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px; font-variant:small-caps;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thoughts:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;&quot;You...&quot;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> |- <br /> |&lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px; font-variant:small-caps;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Where They First Met:&lt;/b&gt; Middle La Noscea&lt;/div&gt;<br /> |-<br /> | &lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia; font-size:13px;&quot;&gt;&lt;p&gt;[[File:Mitzi.png|250px|left]]The little rodent is back, and the boy has no idea what to think about this. He was rather surprised to see Mitzi again, but otherwise he has not thought much about her, nor the fact that Frostfeather might be around as well. The boy still remembers the nutkin, despite not seeing her for 2 years, but his views on her have ultimately vanished. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> |}<br /> <br /> |- style=&quot;background-color: #000000;&quot;<br /> |<br /> {| class=&quot;mw-collapsible mw-collapsed wikitable&quot; width=&quot;100%&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; style=&quot;vertical-align: middle; text-align: left;&quot;<br /> ! &lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia; background:#727272; color:#ffffff;font-size:14px; font-variant:small-caps;&quot;&gt;Nymeia, &lt;i&gt;Muh&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;b&gt;(&lt;/b&gt; &lt;font style=&quot;color:#F37E1D;&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;●&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font style=&quot;color:#54b5eb;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;💔&lt;/font&gt;&lt;b&gt;)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> |- <br /> | &lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px; font-variant:small-caps;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thoughts:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;&quot;We liked you, little one.&quot;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> |- <br /> |&lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px; font-variant:small-caps;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Where They First Met:&lt;/b&gt; Eastern Thanalan - gypsy caravan&lt;/div&gt;<br /> |-<br /> | &lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia; font-size:13px;&quot;&gt;&lt;p&gt;Playful, quiet, and prone to ridiculously bold streaks. After years of not speaking a word, she ''spoke'' to Azrael and it was thought that perhaps he alone might be able to help coax the kit out of her shell. Nym's innocence and joy reminded him of someone he once was, and although it is not expressed, he rather enjoyed her company. The two provided hope to each other even though neither was yet aware of it.<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> After one fateful night, he had to leave the gypsies without being able to say goodbye to the children. Azrael has no desire to look upon them again, for he's certain the Madam has told them the truth of what he is. Niko's fear would already be expected, but to see little Nym afraid of him would surely break the monster's heart.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> |}<br /> <br /> |- style=&quot;background-color: #000000;&quot;<br /> |<br /> {| class=&quot;mw-collapsible mw-collapsed wikitable&quot; width=&quot;100%&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; style=&quot;vertical-align: middle; text-align: left;&quot;<br /> ! &lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia; background:#727272; color:#ffffff;font-size:14px; font-variant:small-caps;&quot;&gt;Niko &lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;b&gt;(&lt;/b&gt; &lt;font style=&quot;color:#F37E1D;&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;●&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font style=&quot;color:#54b5eb;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;💔&lt;/font&gt;&lt;b&gt;)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> |- <br /> | &lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px; font-variant:small-caps;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thoughts:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;&quot;You were right to fear us.&quot;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> |- <br /> |&lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px; font-variant:small-caps;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Where They First Met:&lt;/b&gt; Eastern Thanalan - gypsy caravan&lt;/div&gt;<br /> |-<br /> | &lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia; font-size:13px;&quot;&gt;&lt;p&gt;Twin brother to Nymeia, Niko is the braver and seemingly older of the two. He had a healthy fear of Azrael for many months, after the first appearance of the beast resulted in the boy almost getting killed. However, as time went on, Niko saw the good inside Azrael and how different he's becoming. Niko's mischievous personality and innocence are a lot like how Azrael used to be, and he enjoyed listening to his stories and terrible jokes.<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> After one fateful night, Azrael had to leave the gypsies without being able to say goodbye to the children. He has no desire to look upon them again, for he's certain the Madam has told them the truth of what he is. Niko's fear would already be expected, but it would still hurt to see it, and therefore the beast-child will do his best at avoiding them purely out of shame.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> |}<br /> <br /> |- style=&quot;background-color: #000000;&quot;<br /> |<br /> {| class=&quot;mw-collapsible mw-collapsed wikitable&quot; width=&quot;100%&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; style=&quot;vertical-align: middle; text-align: left;&quot;<br /> ! &lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia; background:#727272; color:#ffffff;font-size:14px; font-variant:small-caps;&quot;&gt;Madam Mirage, &lt;i&gt;&lt;s&gt;Mother&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;b&gt;(&lt;/b&gt; &lt;font style=&quot;color:#D83018;&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;♠&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font style=&quot;color:#54b5eb;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;💔&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font style=&quot;color:#000000;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;🔒&lt;/font&gt;&lt;b&gt;)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> |- <br /> | &lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px; font-variant:small-caps;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thoughts:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;&quot;We aren't who you thought we were, Mother. You should have feared us too.&quot;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> |- <br /> |&lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px; font-variant:small-caps;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Where They First Met:&lt;/b&gt; Eastern Thanalan - gypsy caravan&lt;/div&gt;<br /> |-<br /> | &lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia; font-size:13px;&quot;&gt;&lt;p&gt;He was wary of her at first, especially after her display of magic, but she never posed as a threat and displayed great patience while tending to the beast's wounds. She taught him the motto of &quot;food, not fingers&quot; and never beat O'kihp, even when he had done something wrong. After ruining the attempt of the Coeurl Tribe seeking to reclaim Raziel as their own, the Madam eventually grew to love the beast-child as one of her own. Azrael saw her as his one and only &quot;Mother&quot; since he never grew up with one in his life. Azrael had trusted her enough that he would tolerate moments when she needed to bathe him or tend to his wounds. <br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> As fragile as the bond was, it just as easily snapped, despite the acceptance she has given him that he's so desperately craved. Stricken and utterly betrayed, the beast-child learned that she wields an accursed whip and watched in horror when it was used upon his brother. Blinded by fury he tried to attack her and eventually fled, overcome by shame after having shared the truth that he'd already &quot;killed a family&quot; before. <br /> &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> |}<br /> <br /> |- style=&quot;background-color: #000000;&quot;<br /> |<br /> {| class=&quot;mw-collapsible mw-collapsed wikitable&quot; width=&quot;100%&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; style=&quot;vertical-align: middle; text-align: left;&quot;<br /> ! &lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia; background:#727272; color:#ffffff;font-size:14px; font-variant:small-caps;&quot;&gt;Rose, &lt;i&gt;Siren&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;b&gt;(&lt;/b&gt; &lt;font style=&quot;color:#D83018;&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;♠&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font style=&quot;color:#C24641;&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;♠&lt;/font&gt; &lt;b&gt;)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> |- <br /> | &lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px; font-variant:small-caps;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thoughts:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;&quot;Azrael served you willingly, but we never did. We may finally be free of your torturous ways, but next time we meet it will be your last.&quot;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> |- <br /> |&lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px; font-variant:small-caps;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Where They First Met:&lt;/b&gt; Central Thanalan - Lost Hope&lt;/div&gt;<br /> |-<br /> | &lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia; font-size:13px;&quot;&gt;&lt;p&gt;[[File:Azrael_pet.png|250px|left]]Enchantress. Silver-tongued. Viper. Rose has but a nasty reputation, despite being related to the Madam. She fancies unique creatures and runs a sort of &quot;collection&quot; exhibit of some of her most prized pets. O'kihp was given to her in Raziel's place, and stripped of his identity. Under the name &quot;Azrael&quot;, he served as one of Rose's favorites, even given a metal collar to wear whenever she paraded him around. She treated him cruelly, destroying what meager bits of humanity he had left and turning him into naught but a tamed animal. He learned both to fear her and hate her, much as he had his father.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> |}<br /> <br /> |- style=&quot;background-color: #000000;&quot;<br /> |<br /> {| class=&quot;mw-collapsible mw-collapsed wikitable&quot; width=&quot;100%&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; style=&quot;vertical-align: middle; text-align: left;&quot;<br /> ! &lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia; background:#727272; color:#ffffff;font-size:14px; font-variant:small-caps;&quot;&gt;Omen &lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;b&gt;(&lt;/b&gt; &lt;font style=&quot;color:#D83018;&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;♠&lt;/font&gt; &lt;b&gt;)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> |- <br /> | &lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px; font-variant:small-caps;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thoughts:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;&quot;Your words are sharpened daggers and we will never forget that pain. Know that we will seek to end you should we ever cross paths again.&quot;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> |- <br /> |&lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px; font-variant:small-caps;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Where They First Met:&lt;/b&gt; La Noscea - ''Danse Macabre''&lt;/div&gt;<br /> |-<br /> | &lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia; font-size:13px;&quot;&gt;[[File:Omen2.PNG|250px|left]]&lt;p&gt;A gargoyle who has all but been a huge annoyance in O'kihp's life. Not only did he try to convince O'kihp to abandon his best friend and repeatedly attempt to shatter a bond that thankfully could withstand the Void, he also ended up within Rose's encampment and tasked as her servant. Azrael was ''not'' happy to see Omen again, for it seemed like the demon was all but haunting him without realizing it. Unfortunately, Azrael was unable to find a chance to confront the Voidsent and send him back into the depths where he belonged, be he vows that the next time they run into each other he will make sure it is their last. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> |}<br /> <br /> |- style=&quot;background-color: #000000;&quot;<br /> |<br /> {| class=&quot;mw-collapsible mw-collapsed wikitable&quot; width=&quot;100%&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; style=&quot;vertical-align: middle; text-align: left;&quot;<br /> ! &lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia; background:#727272; color:#ffffff;font-size:14px; font-variant:small-caps;&quot;&gt;Groot, &lt;i&gt;Live Flowerpot&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;b&gt;(&lt;/b&gt; &lt;font style=&quot;color:#dba133;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;?&lt;/font&gt; &lt;b&gt;)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> |- <br /> | &lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px; font-variant:small-caps;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thoughts:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;&quot;...what?&quot;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> |- <br /> |&lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px; font-variant:small-caps;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Where They First Met:&lt;/b&gt; Outer La Noscea&lt;/div&gt;<br /> |-<br /> | &lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia; font-size:13px;&quot;&gt;&lt;p&gt;A mysterious gift from a persistent neighbor. The boy has no idea what it is or what it does. Only time will tell... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> |}<br /> <br /> |- style=&quot;background-color: #000000;&quot;<br /> |<br /> {| class=&quot;mw-collapsible mw-collapsed wikitable&quot; width=&quot;100%&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; style=&quot;vertical-align: middle; text-align: left;&quot;<br /> ! &lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia; background:#727272; color:#ffffff;font-size:14px; font-variant:small-caps;&quot;&gt;Zansza, &lt;i&gt; Fire-eating Scalekin&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;b&gt;(&lt;/b&gt; &lt;font style=&quot;color:#dba133;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;?&lt;/font&gt; &lt;b&gt;)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> |- <br /> | &lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px; font-variant:small-caps;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thoughts:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;&quot;You were raised... like us. And you survived too.&quot;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> |- <br /> |&lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px; font-variant:small-caps;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Where They First Met:&lt;/b&gt; Eastern Thanalan - gypsy caravan&lt;/div&gt;<br /> |-<br /> | &lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia; font-size:13px;&quot;&gt;&lt;p&gt;[[File:Zansza head.png|250px|left]] Raziel's faithful accomplice and riding companion, Azrael met the creature in the most unfortunate of ways. Since then, the scalekin always regarded him as the enemy and the boy never thought much of Zansza since. However, after learning the brutal way in which the he was raised, Azrael has come to respect the oft grumpy scalekin and wishes to somehow earn his in return. The two are unable to communicate due to a language barrier, but the boy hopes Zansza might eventually come to understand that he is no longer against them. <br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> Upon fleeing the caravan, Zansza has accompanied the two and has proven to be very helpful in getting the brothers' sorry butts across the desert. The scalekin never once complains, but his constant grumpy attitude might say otherwise.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> |}<br /> &lt;!--Put new entries above this line--&gt;<br /> |}<br /> <br /> <br /> {| class=&quot;wikitable alphabetical&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; cellspacing=&quot;1&quot; cellpadding=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; width: 80%; text-align: center; vertical-align: middle;&quot;<br /> |- style=&quot;background-color: #000000; color: #ffffff;&quot;<br /> | &lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia; background: #000000;font-size:12px;color:#ffffff;letter-spacing:0.2em;&quot;&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;B&gt;PLAYER CHARACTERS&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> &lt;!--You can add new entries below this line--&gt;<br /> <br /> |- style=&quot;background-color: #000000;&quot;<br /> |<br /> {| class=&quot;mw-collapsible mw-collapsed wikitable&quot; width=&quot;100%&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; style=&quot;vertical-align: middle; text-align: left;&quot;<br /> ! &lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia; background:#727272; color:#ffffff;font-size:14px; font-variant:small-caps;&quot;&gt;[[Sorrel Ketra]], &lt;i&gt;Invader&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;b&gt;(&lt;/b&gt; &lt;font style=&quot;color:#F37E1D;&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;●&lt;/font&gt; &lt;b&gt;)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> |- <br /> | &lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px; font-variant:small-caps;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thoughts:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;&quot;...grr&quot;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> |- <br /> |&lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px; font-variant:small-caps;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Where They First Met:&lt;/b&gt; Outer La Noscea&lt;/div&gt;<br /> |-<br /> | &lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia; font-size:13px;&quot;&gt;[[File:Sorrel_head.png|250px|left]]&lt;p&gt;Energetic, expressive, and very charismatic, the beast-child discovered the girl after she sneakily invaded his turf. Somehow she survived the ordeal unscathed, and was even given a free pot of stew, but the boy does not wish to see her again. He thinks her annoying and irritatingly stubborn. Unfortunately for him, Sorrel has no intention of leaving him alone.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> |}<br /> <br /> |- style=&quot;background-color: #000000;&quot;<br /> |<br /> {| class=&quot;mw-collapsible mw-collapsed wikitable&quot; width=&quot;100%&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; style=&quot;vertical-align: middle; text-align: left;&quot;<br /> ! &lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia; background:#727272; color:#ffffff;font-size:14px; font-variant:small-caps;&quot;&gt;[[Neki Nurai]], &lt;i&gt;Little Rabbit&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;b&gt;(&lt;/b&gt; &lt;font style=&quot;color:#F37E1D;&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;●&lt;/font&gt; &lt;b&gt;)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> |- <br /> | &lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px; font-variant:small-caps;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thoughts:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;&quot;Never grovel to us again. You're pathetic.&quot;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> |- <br /> |&lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px; font-variant:small-caps;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Where They First Met:&lt;/b&gt; Southern Thanalan - Sagolii Desert&lt;/div&gt;<br /> |-<br /> | &lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia; font-size:13px;&quot;&gt;[[File:Neki_head.png|250px|left]]&lt;p&gt;While off gathering water for the gypsies, Azrael is caught in a surprise sandstorm and forced to take shelter within a canyon. He stumbles across a wounded and lost Miqo'te who is desperate for someone to help her find her chocobo. They'd fallen off the cliff because of the storm and had gotten separated. Azrael reluctantly agreed for reasons he hasn't decided yet. <br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> He sees her as weak and helpless, and her eyes are unnervingly bright. Neki's voice is annoyingly soft and she's constantly stuttering in his presence. Azrael hopes he will not have to put up with her for long.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> |}<br /> <br /> |- style=&quot;background-color: #000000;&quot;<br /> |<br /> {| class=&quot;mw-collapsible mw-collapsed wikitable&quot; width=&quot;100%&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; style=&quot;vertical-align: middle; text-align: left;&quot;<br /> ! &lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia; background:#727272; color:#ffffff;font-size:14px; font-variant:small-caps;&quot;&gt;[[Makara Kali]], &lt;i&gt;Woeful Burrito&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;b&gt;(&lt;/b&gt; &lt;font style=&quot;color:#D83018;&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;♠ &lt;/font&gt;&lt;b&gt;)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> |- <br /> | &lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px; font-variant:small-caps;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thoughts:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;&quot;You left him.&quot;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> |- <br /> |&lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px; font-variant:small-caps;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Where They First Met:&lt;/b&gt; Thanalan&lt;/div&gt;<br /> |- <br /> | &lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia; font-size:13px;&quot;&gt;&lt;p&gt;[[File:Taunt3.PNG|250px|left]]Spunky, eccentric, and a little on the crazy side, Azrael met her in the most unexpected of ways. She's ridiculously good at throwing him off-kilter and at first he couldn't decide ''what'' to think of her. She reminded him of how he once was in some ways, and her eyes were decidedly familiar. Before the boy might decide to tolerate her, however, their meeting went rather downhill and plummeted down a waterfall. Learning that Kali had left his brother alone in a cave to fend off a threat himself, the beast-child was furious and openly threatened her. He has no desire to look upon her again, disgusted that she had unknowingly broke the number one rule: ''Never abandon family.''&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> |}<br /> |- style=&quot;background-color: #000000;&quot;<br /> |<br /> {| class=&quot;mw-collapsible mw-collapsed wikitable&quot; width=&quot;100%&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; style=&quot;vertical-align: middle; text-align: left;&quot;<br /> ! &lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia; background:#727272; color:#ffffff;font-size:14px; font-variant:small-caps;&quot;&gt;[[Hojo'to Zuginoch]], &lt;i&gt;Bringer of Retribution&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;b&gt;(&lt;/b&gt; &lt;font style=&quot;color:#D83018;&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;♠&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font style=&quot;color:#C24641;&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;♠&lt;/font&gt; &lt;b&gt;)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> |- <br /> | &lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px; font-variant:small-caps;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thoughts:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;&quot;You make assumptions far too easily. Know that we will not hold back should we ever meet again.&quot;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> |- <br /> |&lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px; font-variant:small-caps;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Where They First Met:&lt;/b&gt; Eastern Thanalan&lt;/div&gt;<br /> |- <br /> | &lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia; font-size:13px;&quot;&gt;[[File:Hojo_face.png|250px|left]]&lt;p&gt;He came in open daylight. An armored figure wielding a huge axe. From the moment Azrael saw him, he knew the Keeper was trouble. What started as a simple conversation quickly escalated into a full-on fight as the boy tried to run for his life. Hojo was sent after the boy after being hired by a lucky survivor from Azrael's time among the Tribe. The boy fought back with the ferocity of a terrified animal, because that truly was all that he was. Hojo instilled fear into the beast the moment he attacked with his axe and proclaimed that he would not rest until he was dead. Thanks to some timely intervention, Hojo was forced to give up the hunt for now, and departed after taking his metal collar as a souvenir. Azrael knows he is still out there, and carries within him a quiet sense of dread for whenever their paths might cross again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> |}<br /> |- style=&quot;background-color: #000000;&quot;<br /> |<br /> {| class=&quot;mw-collapsible mw-collapsed wikitable&quot; width=&quot;100%&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; style=&quot;vertical-align: middle; text-align: left;&quot;<br /> ! &lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia; background:#727272; color:#ffffff;font-size:14px; font-variant:small-caps;&quot;&gt;[[Relie Naulaux]], &lt;i&gt;&lt;s&gt;Noisemaker&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;b&gt;(&lt;/b&gt; &lt;font style=&quot;color:#dba133;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;?&lt;/font&gt; &lt;b&gt;)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> |- <br /> | &lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px; font-variant:small-caps;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thoughts:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;&quot;You were tall once. You...ate our fish.&quot;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> |-<br /> |&lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px; font-variant:small-caps;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Where They First Met:&lt;/b&gt; Middle La Noscea&lt;/div&gt;<br /> |- <br /> | &lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia; font-size:13px;&quot;&gt;&lt;p&gt;One of the first acquaintances of O'kihp during his time in La Noscea, Relie was first seen as an enemy due to her involvement in his kidnapping. A story told beside a campfire and the sharing of grilled trout changed everything however, for not only did the boy proclaim her as a friend, but she awoke that morning as a Lalafell! A trip to Limsa Lominsa was taken soon after, where the boy discovered the dangerous associates Relie got herself tangled up with. Long story short, someone close to O'kihp was nearly killed and many brave souls of the Aftcastle were brutally murdered. After recovering back at camp, with the help of Relie's healing magic, they parted ways soon after. O'kihp remembers very little of the time, and probably couldn't recognize the Lalafell anymore.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> |}<br /> <br /> |- style=&quot;background-color: #000000;&quot;<br /> |<br /> {| class=&quot;mw-collapsible mw-collapsed wikitable&quot; width=&quot;100%&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; style=&quot;vertical-align: middle; text-align: left;&quot;<br /> ! &lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia; background:#727272; color:#ffffff;font-size:14px; font-variant:small-caps;&quot;&gt;[[M'shi Mahji]], &lt;i&gt;&lt;s&gt;Scribbler&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;b&gt;(&lt;/b&gt; &lt;font style=&quot;color:#dba133;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;?&lt;/font&gt; &lt;b&gt;)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> |- <br /> | &lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px; font-variant:small-caps;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thoughts:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;&quot;We remember...a Miqo'te dressed in white. She played music for us. We...liked it.&quot;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> |- <br /> |&lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px; font-variant:small-caps;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Where They First Met:&lt;/b&gt; La Noscea - ''Danse Macabre''&lt;/div&gt;<br /> |- <br /> | &lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia; font-size:13px;&quot;&gt;&lt;p&gt;M'shi first made her appearance as an uninvited guest upon the ''Danse Macabre.'' It was her skill at the piano that ultimately saved her from a prompt dip in the ocean by the vessel's unhappy captain. Much time was spent below the ship, in a ballroom where a humble piano stood. Music was played from the hearts of its casters, and the boy had been caught in the middle of it. A long time has passed since then, and the spell of music has not captivated O'kihp quite like it had during that time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> |}<br /> <br /> |- style=&quot;background-color: #000000;&quot;<br /> |<br /> {| class=&quot;mw-collapsible mw-collapsed wikitable&quot; width=&quot;100%&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; style=&quot;vertical-align: middle; text-align: left;&quot;<br /> ! &lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia; background:#727272; color:#ffffff;font-size:14px; font-variant:small-caps;&quot;&gt;[[Rihxo Matoi]], &lt;i&gt;&lt;s&gt;Sweetmaker&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;b&gt;(&lt;/b&gt; &lt;font style=&quot;color:#dba133;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;?&lt;/font&gt; &lt;b&gt;)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> |- <br /> | &lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px; font-variant:small-caps;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thoughts:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;&quot;She...smelled nice. We remember...sweet treats were given to us.&quot;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> |- <br /> |&lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px; font-variant:small-caps;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Where They First Met:&lt;/b&gt; Middle La Noscea&lt;/div&gt;<br /> |- <br /> | &lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia; font-size:13px;&quot;&gt;[[File:RihxoThanalanSide.jpg|250px|left]]&lt;p&gt;The two met atop a cliffside under a starry night. Overlooking Limsa Lominsa, their conversation had seemed peaceful at first and the boy was offered chocolate to try for the first time. He fell in love with the stuff, and probably could easily be won over by the sweets. The sound of gunshots broke their cheery discussion and, after further investigation, Rihxo accompanied the boy to discover the remnants of a fight outside of the Bismark. Since then, the boy never saw Rihxo again and has begun to forget what chocolate tastes like. The joy of...sweet things has all but been forgotten upon his tongue.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> |}<br /> <br /> |- style=&quot;background-color: #000000;&quot;<br /> |<br /> {| class=&quot;mw-collapsible mw-collapsed wikitable&quot; width=&quot;100%&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; style=&quot;vertical-align: middle; text-align: left;&quot;<br /> ! &lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia; background:#727272; color:#ffffff;font-size:14px; font-variant:small-caps;&quot;&gt;[[Arata Matsuoka]], &lt;i&gt;&lt;s&gt;Ara&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;b&gt;(&lt;/b&gt; &lt;font style=&quot;color:#dba133;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;?&lt;/font&gt; &lt;b&gt;)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> |- <br /> | &lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px; font-variant:small-caps;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thoughts:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;&quot;She...saved us from something...dangerous.&quot;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> |- <br /> |&lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px; font-variant:small-caps;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Where They First Met:&lt;/b&gt; Limsa Lominsa - outside of the Drowning Wench&lt;/div&gt;<br /> |- <br /> | &lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia; font-size:13px;&quot;&gt;[[File:ArataGeneral.jpg|250px|left]]&lt;p&gt;What do you get when you cross a drunken Au Ra maiden with a stupidly naive boy? Nothing good. Had it not been for Arata's untimely intervention, things would've gotten out of hand fast. Although not much was exchanged between O'kihp and Arata, she took interest upon him due to something she sensed. They have not spoken since then, and their brief moment shared has begun to fade from his memory.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> |}<br /> |- style=&quot;background-color: #000000;&quot;<br /> |<br /> {| class=&quot;mw-collapsible mw-collapsed wikitable&quot; width=&quot;100%&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; style=&quot;vertical-align: middle; text-align: left;&quot;<br /> ! &lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia; background:#727272; color:#ffffff;font-size:14px; font-variant:small-caps;&quot;&gt;[[Nefzen Zhwan]], &lt;i&gt;&lt;s&gt;Redstripe&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;b&gt;(&lt;/b&gt; &lt;font style=&quot;color:#dba133;&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;?&lt;/font&gt; &lt;b&gt;)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> |- <br /> | &lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px; font-variant:small-caps;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thoughts:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;&quot;We...liked to fish once. So did you.&quot;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> |- <br /> |&lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px; font-variant:small-caps;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Where They First Met:&lt;/b&gt; Limsa Lominsa -Drowning Wench&lt;/div&gt;<br /> |- <br /> | &lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia; font-size:13px;&quot;&gt;&lt;p&gt;[[File:FFXIV-Nefzen-Avatar-01.png|250px|left]]While venturing through Limsa once night, he came across a Miqo'te nursing both a splinted arm and a mug of ale. Intrigued, the boy approached her about it and discovered she'd been wounded by a dangerous fish. After an engaging story about how one such fish came about, an empty promise was made that has long since been forgotten by the boy as well as her story.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> |}<br /> |}<br /> <br /> &lt;!-- NEW ENTRY TEMPLATE<br /> <br /> |- style=&quot;background-color: #000000;&quot;<br /> |<br /> {| class=&quot;mw-collapsible mw-collapsed wikitable&quot; width=&quot;100%&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; style=&quot;vertical-align: middle; text-align: left;&quot;<br /> ! &lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia; background:#727272; color:#ffffff;font-size:14px; font-variant:small-caps;&quot;&gt;[[Person's Name]], &lt;i&gt;nickname or alias&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;b&gt;(&lt;/b&gt; SYMBOLS GO HERE &lt;b&gt;)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> |- <br /> | &lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px; font-variant:small-caps;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thoughts:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;&quot;Insert CHARACTER’s quote here..&quot;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> |- <br /> |&lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px; font-variant:small-caps;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Where They First Met:&lt;/b&gt; location here&lt;/div&gt;<br /> |- <br /> | &lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia; font-size:13px;&quot;&gt;&lt;p&gt;Short description of how these characters know each other goes here.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> |}<br /> <br /> --&gt;<br /> <br /> =Rumors=<br /> &lt;div align=center&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;padding:10px 0%; background:#421c52;font-size:16px;color:#ffffff;font-family:Georgia;text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px black&quot;&gt;'''R U M O R S'''&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;div style&gt;[[File:harrow_unfazed.png|1005px|center]]&lt;/div&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> &lt;div align=center&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia;&quot;&gt;''Some of these rumors are untrue, speculation, or are greatly exaggerated. Please feel free to add your own rumors under the Player Character category!''&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> &lt;table style=&quot;position:center;&quot; width=&quot;100%&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;tr&gt;<br /> &lt;td style=&quot;color:#585250;vertical-align: top;width:50%;padding-right:10px; font-size:9pt;font-family:Helvetica;&quot;&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;mw-headline&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;div style=&quot;padding:10px 35px; background: #800517;font-size:14px;color:#ffffff;font-family:Georgia;text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px black&quot;&gt;&lt;center&gt;'''N P C'''&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;div style=&quot;padding:10px 25px; background: #687076; color:#ffffff;font-family:Georgia;font-size:12px;text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px black&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;◢ Common Rumors - &lt;/b&gt;''Easily overheard. Use these freely!''&lt;/div&gt;<br /> <br /> : &lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia;&quot;&gt;&lt;font style=&quot;color:#687076;&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; ''&quot;What's a Chip?&quot;'' - &lt;font style=&quot;color:#ffffff;&quot;&gt;random merchant&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> <br /> : &lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia;&quot;&gt;&lt;font style=&quot;color:#687076;&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; ''&quot;Ye talkin' 'bout that purple-haired boy? Can't say I've seen 'im 'round fer awhile. Wonder what happened?&quot;'' - &lt;font style=&quot;color:#ffffff;&quot;&gt;curious sailor&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> <br /> : &lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia;&quot;&gt;&lt;font style=&quot;color:#687076;&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; ''&quot;Eyes of the Void he's got. 'as black as 'is soul!&quot;'' - &lt;font style=&quot;color:#ffffff;&quot;&gt;elderly tavern patron&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> <br /> : &lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia;&quot;&gt;&lt;font style=&quot;color:#687076;&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; ''&quot;Have you heard? That Seeker Tribe living around Drybone's been completely destroyed. There was some sort of brutal war--and only one survivor.&quot;'' - &lt;font style=&quot;color:#ffffff;&quot;&gt;Ul'dahn trader&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> <br /> : &lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia;&quot;&gt;&lt;font style=&quot;color:#687076;&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; ''&quot;I saw 'im! He was at t'at spot, he was! Cryin' his freaky eyes out. Could 'ear his sobs from t'distance. Surely he wasn't expectin' a bloody welcome home party? Gwahaha!&quot;'' - &lt;font style=&quot;color:#ffffff;&quot;&gt;drunken Roe pirate&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> <br /> <br /> &lt;div style=&quot;padding:10px 25px; background: #421C52; color:#ffffff;font-family:Georgia;font-size:12px;text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px black&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;◢ Uncommon Rumors -&lt;/b&gt; ''A little more difficult to hear. Use sparingly or ask first!''&lt;/div&gt;<br /> <br /> : &lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia;&quot;&gt;&lt;font style=&quot;color:#421C52;&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; ''“That weird campsite in Middle La Noscea ain't there anymore. Looks like it all got burned down. Curious.&quot;'' - &lt;font style=&quot;color:#ffffff;&quot;&gt;concerned local&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> <br /> : &lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia;&quot;&gt;&lt;font style=&quot;color:#421C52;&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; ''“Rogue River's quiet. Ain't no more laughter. No music box songs in the night. It's kind of...creepy.&quot;'' - &lt;font style=&quot;color:#ffffff;&quot;&gt;traveling merchant&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> <br /> : &lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia;&quot;&gt;&lt;font style=&quot;color:#421C52;&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; ''“Seems I was right. That gypsy caravan hasn't been seen for awhile now... and neither has that boy.&quot;'' - &lt;font style=&quot;color:#ffffff;&quot;&gt;middle-aged traveler&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> <br /> : &lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia;&quot;&gt;&lt;font style=&quot;color:#421C52;&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; ''&quot;Look at that freak. How could our Raziel choose him over his biggest fans? That stupid boy's nothing special. He's just a coward!&quot;'' - &lt;font style=&quot;color:#ffffff;&quot;&gt;jealous fangirl&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> <br /> <br /> &lt;div style=&quot;padding:10px 25px; background: #c6c6c6; color:#ffffff;font-family:Georgia;font-size:12px;text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px black&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;◢ Rare Rumors -&lt;/b&gt; ''Very rarely overheard. Please ask before using!''&lt;/div&gt;<br /> <br /> : &lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia;&quot;&gt;&lt;font style=&quot;color:#c6c6c6;&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; ''&quot;Saw animal eating recent kills. Licked the blood off his claws afterwards. Never stopped grinning.&quot;'' - &lt;font style=&quot;color:#ffffff;&quot;&gt;Drake Tribe huntress&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> <br /> : &lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia;&quot;&gt;&lt;font style=&quot;color:#c6c6c6;&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; ''&quot;There's was a new animal roaming the dunes for a time. He wasn't like anything I've ever seen. Looked like a boy, but those eyes he had weren't human at all.&quot;'' - &lt;font style=&quot;color:#ffffff;&quot;&gt;Drybone bartender&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> <br /> <br /> &lt;td style=&quot;vertical-align: top;width:50%;padding-right:10px; font-size:9pt;font-family:Helvetica;&quot;&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;mw-headline&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;div style=&quot;padding:10px 35px; background: #800517;font-size:14px;color:#ffffff;font-family:Georgia;text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px black&quot;&gt;&lt;center&gt;'''P C'''&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;div style=&quot;padding:10px 25px; background: #421C52; color:#ffffff;font-family:Georgia;font-size:12px;text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px black&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;◢ Player Character Rumors -&lt;/b&gt; ''Feel free to add rumors of your own!''&lt;/div&gt;<br /> <br /> : &lt;s&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia;&quot;&gt;&lt;font style=&quot;color:#421C52;&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; “Yeah, I know Chip. Hate to admit it but I’ve a soft spot for the pup. So, do yourself a favor—tell him a story for a fish... then get lost. Don’t even look at him the wrong way ‘lest you contend with me.” – [[Xeiz Feine]]&lt;/div&gt;<br /> <br /> : &lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia;&quot;&gt;&lt;font style=&quot;color:#421C52;&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; &quot;Chip is a sweetie! And he loves sweets! I don't know why anybody wouldn't like him.&quot; - [[Rihxo Matoi]]&lt;/div&gt;<br /> <br /> : &lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia;&quot;&gt;&lt;font style=&quot;color:#421C52;&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; &quot;From what I am able to deduce about the odd boy, he seems to have a good heart. Though... I feel something strange about his aetheric presence... I shall be keeping an eye on him.&quot; - [[Arata Matsuoka]]&lt;/div&gt;<br /> &lt;/s&gt;<br /> <br /> : &lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia;&quot;&gt;&lt;font style=&quot;color:#421C52;&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; “That’s the little brother. A thing of nightmares right there. He’s like a skinny purple kitten... with sharp teeth and yes, he &lt;i&gt;does&lt;/i&gt; bite. But it doesn’t matter what he’s become or the name he answers to, he’s still my Pup. I’ll always stand by him.” - [[Xeiz Feine|Skycat]]&lt;/div&gt;<br /> <br /> : &lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia;&quot;&gt;&lt;font style=&quot;color:#421C52;&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; &quot;If you stare too long into the eyes of a beast, the beast stares back out of you. Time will see whether boy or beast lives on. And whether the hunt must resume.&quot; - [[Hojo'to Zuginoch]]&lt;/div&gt;<br /> <br /> : &lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia;&quot;&gt;&lt;font style=&quot;color:#421C52;&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; &quot;He doesn't say much and he always seems grumpy. Still, he did give me soup when I was hungry, so I think he's nice deep down. I wonder why he rarely shows it.&quot; - [[Sorrel Ketra]]&lt;/div&gt;<br /> <br /> : &lt;div style=&quot;font-family:Georgia;&quot;&gt;&lt;font style=&quot;color:#421C52;&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;■&lt;/font&gt; &quot;rumor here&quot; - player name&lt;/div&gt;<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> &lt;div&gt;[[file:harrow2.jpg|350px|center]]&lt;/div&gt;<br /> &lt;/td&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;<br /> <br /> =History=<br /> {| class=&quot;mw-collapsible mw-collapsed wikitable&quot; width=&quot;100%&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; style=&quot;vertical-align: middle; text-align: left;&quot;<br /> ! &lt;div align=center&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;padding:10px 0%; background:#421c52;font-size:16px;color:#ffffff;font-family:Georgia;letter-spacing:0.1em;text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px black&quot;&gt;'''1. &amp;nbsp;T O &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;B R E A K &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;A &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;M O O N&amp;nbsp;'''&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> |- style= &quot;background-color: #000000;&quot;<br /> | <br /> |- style=&quot;background-color: #000000;&quot;<br /> | &lt;div style=&quot;background:#000000; color:#585250; padding:10px;&quot;&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;div style=&quot;padding:10px&quot;&gt;[[File:Chip_home2.png|990px|center]]&lt;/div&gt; <br /> <br /> Once upon a time, a boy dwelled in a camp within Middle La Noscea. Though empty and often lonely was he, he was happy and very much at peace. Such were the days of Chip, who was best known for his motto: ''A story for a fish.'' Sometimes visitors did gather, and he delighted them with grilled trout while they told him a tale or two. Those that met the boy saw an exuberant fellow untainted by the sins of the world. Painfully naïve, Chip dwelt in the wilderness with a constant skip to his step and a blissful smile in his eyes. Very few ever glimpsed the darkness hidden deep within a hopeful subconscious, for never did the spark of joy ever abandon the boy and forsake him to the unrelenting shadows. <br /> <br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> <br /> [[file:chip_pose4.png|820px|center]]<br /> <br /> <br /> And then, Chip's world blossomed with newfound color. A Miqo'te nearly fell upon him while he was out fishing in the middle of the Rogue River. After an amusing game of chase to reclaim the mysterious stranger’s bandana, the Miqo’te, dubbed as Skycat by the boy, allowed Chip to ride his griffin with him. The boy felt the joys of flying for the first time and the promising sensation of freedom that it brought. Skycat indeed brightened Chip’s world—by doing nothing more than providing temporary relief from a loneliness that had so often plagued him. Other relationships and experiences were also made by Chip throughout the following months spent in the wilderness. An Elezen turned into a Lalafell unexpectedly one night, and brought along trouble during a seemingly harmless trip to Limsa Lominsa. A female Miqo’te with a generously-brimmed hat shared with him chocolate for the first time. A Hyur with a limp delighted with him tales of a past homeland. Ultimately, Chip was guaranteed a colorful world for many years to come.<br /> <br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;center&gt;&lt;font style=&quot;font-size:12px;color:#800517;font-family:Georgia;letter-spacing:0.1em;&quot;&gt;'''But perfection was not without mishap.'''&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> The boy also remembered sorrow. He fell helplessly under the greedy hands of pirates and was kidnapped as bait. He became the infamous purple monster that nearly massacred the entire Aftcastle due to the sight of a brother’s torn bandana. Through tears he bore the burden of blame for his dying friend appointed by heartless words of their faithful servant. And one night… Chip had to bid farewell to his Skycat. ''Forever.'' Despite it all, the boy known as Chip remained true and did not falter. The experiences he went through only made him stronger in the end and bolstered the relationships he had with others. After all, he’d been told to ''shine.''<br /> <br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;center&gt;&lt;font style=&quot;font-size:12px;color:#800517;font-family:Georgia;letter-spacing:0.1em;&quot;&gt;'''Fate had a different story planned for the boy.'''&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;div align=center&gt;&lt;table style=&quot;padding:10px 0px;background:#000000;position:center;&quot; width=&quot;100%&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;tr&gt;<br /> &lt;td style=&quot;padding:0px 10px;width:70%;vertical-align: top;&quot;&gt;<br /> Under the cover of darkness, drawn to the bittersweet melody of a wooden music box, a group of Miqo'te and an Elezen mage stole Chip from his home and destroyed what was left of it. He was taken back to his Tribe in Thanalan and stripped of whatever identity he might've procured during his time in La Noscea. Now labeled O'kihp once more, his father sought to tame the monster within him and turn him into the Tribe's secret weapon. Within a damp cave that was always thick with shadows, the little moon was ''shattered.''<br /> <br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> <br /> Through numerous sessions of brutal torture, O'ctan forced his son to believe he was nothing but an animal under his control. Happiness, joy, and cheer were all emotions lost to the boy who soon forgot what peace was like. Hell became the demon's lair and under his father's cruel fist he eventually became obedient by fear. No longer was he Chip, but a nameless fiend that any enemies of the Tribe would only learn to dread.<br /> <br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;font style=&quot;font-size:22pt;color:#800517;font-family:Georgia;letter-spacing:0.1em;&quot;&gt;''&quot;Indulge us.&quot;''&lt;/font&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;/td&gt;<br /> &lt;td style=&quot;width:30%;vertical-align: top;&quot;&gt;<br /> [[file:chip_broken.jpg|400px]]<br /> &lt;/td&gt;<br /> &lt;/tr&gt;<br /> &lt;/table&gt;<br /> &lt;/div&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> <br /> [[file:Harrow3.png|1005px|center]]<br /> <br /> &lt;/div&gt;<br /> |}<br /> <br /> {| class=&quot;mw-collapsible mw-collapsed wikitable&quot; width=&quot;100%&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; style=&quot;vertical-align: middle; text-align: left;&quot;<br /> ! &lt;div align=center&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;padding:10px 0px; background: #421c52;font-size:16px;color:#ffffff;font-family:Georgia;letter-spacing:0.1em;text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px black&quot;&gt;'''2. &amp;nbsp;C A P T I V E&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; M O O N&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; A N D&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; H A R R O W E D&amp;nbsp; B R O T H E R&amp;nbsp;'''&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> |- style= &quot;background-color: #000000;&quot;<br /> | <br /> |- style=&quot;background-color: #000000;&quot;<br /> | &lt;div style=&quot;background:#000000; color:#585250; padding:10px;&quot;&gt;<br /> <br /> <br /> One fateful afternoon under the hot sun, a gypsy caravan is spotted wandering too close to the Tribe’s territory. O’kihp is eagerly let loose upon them, but he fails to destroy the Tribe's intruders and is instead captured by them and restrained by a sleeping-spell cast by the Madam herself. His wounds are dressed and he’s placed in a makeshift cage of iron set up in the Madam’s private cabin. At first, Mirage is in his only visitor and through much patience is she allowed to tend to him. Things seem promising for the beast-child until a very furious Raziel enters the cabin one night. He immediately sees the masked stranger as an enemy and their confrontation would have been extremely violent-—had the beast not been caged. Brothers forgotten, Raziel demands to know why he attacked them and almost killed a helpless ‘’child.’’ The beast, of course, answers none of this, and through the bars does he dare try to attack Raziel in a livid frenzy. One of his claws shreds his turban, exposing heterochromatic eyes that are painfully familiar.<br /> <br /> <br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> <br /> :::&lt;font style=&quot;font-size:13px;color:#800517;font-family:Georgia;letter-spacing:0.1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;center&gt; '''Memories... cruelly ripped apart. A fragile heart... shattered. '''&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/font&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> <br /> <br /> From the moment he realized who Raziel really was, he was devastated. The fact that his brother no longer remembered him drove him into even further ruin. Almost immediately does the beast’s rage leave him, and he cowers against the wall furthest from Raziel. The name ''&quot;Skycat&quot;'' is spoken and the Madam dares question what such a name means, but Raziel storms out without a word and the beast-child is no longer responsive. Later that night, while fighting a deep depression after the discovery of Raziel's true identity, an unlikely maiden approached the demon's lair. She came with only a humble serving of soup and bravely offered it to the beast. He was wary and quite skeptical of the child at first, but a tentative bond was forged after she provided him with enough soup and water for the beast to have a proper meal after countless weeks of undernourishment. Nym never once seemed completely afraid of him, despite the fact that he had severely wounded her twin brother.<br /> <br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> <br /> <br /> A few days passed, and just when things between them began to settle down, the unthinkable happened. Rose paid the gypsies an unannounced visit and, after stirring up some delightful chaos, Madam sent the beast-child away into her greedy hands in order to keep the peace within her gypsy family.<br /> <br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;div align=center&gt;&lt;table style=&quot;padding:10px 0px;background:#000000;position:center;&quot; width=&quot;100%&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;tr&gt;<br /> &lt;td style=&quot;padding:0px 10px;width:30%;vertical-align: top;&quot;&gt;<br /> [[File:Azrael_pet.png|300px|left]]<br /> &lt;/td&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;td style=&quot;padding:0px 10px;width:70%;vertical-align: top;&quot;&gt;<br /> Ultimately given to her in Raziel's place, he is stripped of his identity and given the name “Azrael&quot;. He served as one of Rose's most favorite and prized pets, even given a metal collar to wear whenever she paraded him around. She treated him cruelly, destroying what meager bits of humanity he had left and turning him into naught but a tamed animal. And then... Raziel came. Lured by the urging of a small child to &quot; save her friend&quot;, he practically invaded Rose's camp in order to do just that. Things got a little messy, however, and although Raziel was able to safely escape from the madness, Azrael was presumed dead in the end.<br /> <br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> <br /> :::&lt;font style=&quot;font-size:13px;color:#800517;font-family:Georgia;letter-spacing:0.1em;&quot;&gt;'''Fate, however, saw to it that he was returned to the Tribe instead...''' &lt;/font&gt;<br /> &lt;/td&gt;<br /> &lt;/tr&gt;<br /> &lt;/table&gt;<br /> &lt;/div&gt;<br /> |}<br /> <br /> {| class=&quot;mw-collapsible mw-collapsed wikitable&quot; width=&quot;100%&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; style=&quot;vertical-align: middle; text-align: left;&quot;<br /> ! &lt;div align=center&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;padding:10px 0px; background: #421c52;font-size:16px;color:#ffffff;font-family:Georgia;letter-spacing:0.1em;text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px black&quot;&gt;'''3. &amp;nbsp;R E L E A S E&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; O F&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; A&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; B L O O D&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; M O O N&amp;nbsp;'''&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> |- style= &quot;background-color: #000000;&quot;<br /> | <br /> |- style=&quot;background-color: #000000;&quot;<br /> | &lt;div style=&quot;background:#000000; color:#585250; padding:10px;&quot;&gt;<br /> <br /> <br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> :::&lt;font style=&quot;font-size:12px;color:#800517;font-family:Georgia;letter-spacing:0.1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;center&gt;'''''He had taken many. Hands no longer innocent, awash with crimson blood. The screams of children echoing in his mind. Why was he still crawling? What was he so driven to find?'''''&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/font&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;div align=center&gt;&lt;table style=&quot;background:#000000;position:center;&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;tr&gt;<br /> &lt;td style=&quot;padding:10px&quot;&gt;<br /> [[file:chip_broken.jpg|450px]]<br /> &lt;/td&gt;<br /> &lt;td style=&quot;padding:10px;&quot;&gt;<br /> [[File:Harrow_thinking.png|450px]]<br /> &lt;/td&gt;<br /> &lt;/tr&gt;<br /> &lt;/table&gt;<br /> &lt;/div&gt;<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> <br /> While being reclaimed after a successful killing one fateful afternoon, the boy unexpectedly retaliated as he was being drug back into the cave. His father had grabbed the chains to try and move him by force, and Tome had tried to subdue him with an ice enchantment that would subsequently freeze him into place. Neither worked, however, for fate at last had decided that their time was up. The beast had developed an unknown resistance to the ice magic, but the frost enchantments that worried the shackles around his limbs and neck had still been in play, so he’d known whom to attack first. The mage cloaked in shadows went down easily, frail as he was, and just as his claws sunk ''deep'' into that hood, the Nuhn and his remaining Tias came upon him with daggers and swords alike. Although their blows were well-placed, the pain only enraged the beast further and coursed newfound strength into his battered body. Willed into a frenzy, no one was safe from him as he ultimately destroyed every single member of the Tribe. Women were torn apart, their limbs both tossed aside and gnawed upon, and whimpering children were greeted with a jeering smile before their insides were splattered across the sands. <br /> <br /> <br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> <br /> Every moment was carried out with uncharacteristic delight, until it had only been his father standing in the middle of a gore-stained camp. O’ctan had only barked a virulent laugh before tossing his dagger aside. “I know what you want. Go ahead and eat up, you waste of a son. I hope you’re haunted by this for the rest of your miserable life.” And he had. Without hesitation had the boy lunged upon his father and slammed him into the dirt. Claws had gouged deep across his father’s corpse, ripping open his chest cavity and digging past bone and organs alike until he found what he desired. A disgusted roar had burst from his bloodied lips then, to discover that even his merciless father still had an unspoiled heart. The organ had been squeezed until its contents no longer spewed out gore, before devoured by a bloodthirsty appetite. He feasted upon the decimated corpse of O’ctan until he was satisfied that no other scavenger could find any piece of his body worthwhile. The discarded dagger was plunged into sightless eyes again and again, before finally lodged into the hole where his heart should never have been.<br /> <br /> <br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> <br /> Slow and torturous was the process of recovery afterwards, for after having accepted that the deed was done, he collapsed in the eerie silence of the camp and writhed in the bloodstained ashes of tarnished gold as the blinding fury left him and he became aware of the sheer agony inflicted upon his body. Many of the wounds weren’t fatally deep, but it was enough for him to realize that not all the blood strewn across the sand was from his adversaries. He screamed and snarled and howled into the sky, but he did not know what kind of emotion set the tone of his bestial melody. Anger, hurt, triumph, and loss were all the same to him as the gravity of the events overwhelmed his mind. Eventually, though, he slowly came to realize that he could not stay here, for the neighboring beastkin would soon catch wind of the bodies and come in search of spoils. This time, he really was the scapegoat. He’d really gone and destroyed his entire Tribe. The shackles around his limbs were cleanly pulled off, for his limbs were painfully thin and slick with blood. The collar around his neck remained firmly clamped around his calloused throat, but the long chain was hacked off to provide easier movement.<br /> <br /> <br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> <br /> Hours ticked by as the maddened beast sought to make sense the rampaging thoughts and emotions that clustered in his head. He eventually came up with a different desire entirely, one spurred by the quick backfire of his body as it rejected the meal he’d eaten. No matter the kind of raw flesh he ate, it always came back up. And so, when the boy finally did leave the remnants of his Tribe, a pile of bloody vomit that contained half-digested pieces of his father was also left in his wake.<br /> <br /> <br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> <br /> :::&lt;font style=&quot;font-size:13px;color:#800517;font-family:Georgia;letter-spacing:0.1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;center&gt;'''''Damned upon the blazing sands of Thanalan. Forced to walk alone...forever.'''''&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/font&gt;<br /> <br /> <br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> <br /> Eventually he ended up in Southern Thanalan, wading through endless mountains of sand with half-healed wounds and sun-blistered skin. Something out in the desert of Thanalan called to him an the animal inside followed on pure instinct, for there was nothing else he could go by. Without purpose, without reason, the simple desire spurred him onward. He was nameless, homeless, and alone again. He didn’t know where to go, or what to do, but dune after dune of sand did he climb in search of something that he ''wanted.''<br /> <br /> <br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> [[file:sand_walking.jpg|1005px|center]]<br /> <br /> &lt;/div&gt;<br /> |}<br /> <br /> {| class=&quot;mw-collapsible mw-collapsed wikitable&quot; width=&quot;100%&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; style=&quot;vertical-align: middle; text-align: left;&quot;<br /> ! &lt;div align=center&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;padding:10px 0px; background: #421c52;font-size:16px;color:#ffffff;font-family:Georgia;letter-spacing:0.1em;text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px black&quot;&gt;'''4. &amp;nbsp;M O O N&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; R E D E E M E D&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; A N D&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; P R O M I S E&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; F O R G E D&amp;nbsp;'''&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> |- style= &quot;background-color: #000000;&quot;<br /> | <br /> |- style=&quot;background-color: #000000;&quot;<br /> | &lt;div style=&quot;background:#000000; color:#585250; padding:10px;&quot;&gt;<br /> <br /> Time passed and the winds changed. Across an endless sea of golden waves, the boy was discovered half-dead in the sand by a coeurl. A coeurl with ''his'' eyes. Through a telepathic bond created by the beast-child’s ability to sense an animal’s thoughts and feelings, he discovered that the majestic beastkin was in fact ‘’Skycat.’’ This seemed insignificant, until he made it clear that he had remembered who the boy ''was'' and what he had meant to him long ago. Weakened and exhausted, but very much relieved, he let Raziel take him somewhere &quot;safe&quot; and was returned to the gypsy caravan to recuperate. Days drifted by slowly, while a feverish beast-child was dutifully tended by a brother returned. His recovery was slow, steady, and still quite tense for the nameless beast knew he was in a vulnerable state and thus was instinctively on edge.<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> &lt;font style=&quot;font-size:13px;color:#800517;font-family:Georgia;letter-spacing:0.1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;center&gt;'''''This was Chip now.'''''&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/font&gt;<br /> <br /> <br /> Raziel, unfortunately, knew only of a brother that was forever in the past. During the times together, the painful differences of Chip and the beast-child became quite clear. Soup and water were devoured with desperate need and a collection of wary growls and snarls served as his voice. The unexpected sight of Niko sent the monster in a downward spiral, for he had never forgotten his sweet taste and wanted nothing more than to dine upon him again. Raziel was there to hastily and forcibly subdue the beast, while demanding whether or not his brother was still truly inside. His reply was simply, but painfully clear. &quot; ''We’re'' what’s left of Chip now.”''<br /> <br /> <br /> Though dreaded were his words, instead of being vehemently denied, Raziel vowed to catch up with what forgotten memories he could recall. An effort was made, then, to heal the monster through aetherical means. Pure aether flooded a body tainted, and the beast-child was overcome by pain. In was in this moment that Raziel learned just how much the boy had suffered and once his wounds were healed, the damaged boy was carefully gathered into his arms and comforted. ''&quot;What did they do to you, Chip…&quot; '' <br /> <br /> <br /> The next morning, Nym visited the brothers with breakfast soup. It was then that Raziel’s curse is realized, for he was turned back into a coeurl overnight. The gypsies, however, were all already well-acquainted with his affliction and the sight of the coeurl didn’t bother Nym one bit. In fact, they eventually broke into a playful game of tag while the beast-child watched with curious eyes. This was a common interaction of a family, something he had never truly had, and was therefore confused by this. He’s soon pulled into their game instead and taken outside into a sunlit backyard of dunes. His involvement is short-lived, however, for the beast had forgotten how to enjoy himself and how to laugh. Such emotions had been unused for far too long, and he eventually settled into a quiet state of pained abashment. But Raziel still sought to comfort his brother with but a single verse of reassurance. ''&quot;I know… you're still… there.&quot;''<br /> <br /> <br /> The sudden arrival of the Coeurl Tribe happened then, and the sight of their hasty approach with a cage in tow sent the unnamed beast spiraling dangerously out of control. He saw them as members of his own Tribe that wanted to take him back so he could be their tool again, and was upon them with a furios roar--despite the resistance Raziel tried to offer. Before the beast-child could confront them, however, an even larger beast appeared. Another coeurl with achingly familiar eyes. His father. A great battle ensued, between coeurls of similar appearance. The other Tribe members sought to ensnare Raziel with chains to further hamper him and force him into submission, but his brother would have none of it. Haunted by visions of a past, where cages and chains had been aplenty, he attacked them in a violent frenzy. Raziel was ultimately freed and able to withstand the battle against his father, but it came nearly at the cost of his life. After the remaining Tribe members were driven off by a fierce hazel-eyed and voiceless child, Raziel and his brother were rescued and tended to. <br /> <br /> <br /> The gypsies were by no means ready to accept the dangerous child who had almost killed their beloved Niko and destroyed the camp. However, they saw the beast-child in a different light upon realizing he had saved one of their own from a fate worse than death. The Madam was first to confront him with this knowledge while he was recuperating in a cabin separate of his brother's. Gratitude stemmed from a woman's changed heart, and while enveloped in a tender embrace, the beast-child felt a mother's sincere love for the first time in his entire life. In this moment, the Madam essentially provided the nameless beast with the title “Azrael” once more. The meaning, however, was much different than his time with Rose, and so the beast accepted both this and a place in the arms of a genuine family for the first time in his life.<br /> <br /> <br /> Raziel came unexpectedly then, covered in bandages and barely able to stand. This sight of him did little to comfort Azrael, who still felt guilty for having started the battle in the first place. He also felt like he deserved the great agony that his brother was in, and therefore begged to take Raziel’s pain away, in any way possible, if only to provide him with even the tiniest bit of respite. With great hesitancy, such an offer was cautiously fulfilled. Azrael learned of the agony his brother kept deep within and the fear of becoming a mindless beast like his father.<br /> <br /> <br /> Later on, Raziel makes it known that he is to go on a sort of pilgrimage to rewrite a forgotten legacy after receiving a carefully preserved letter devotedly kept by the Madam until the opportune moment. This of course resulted in sorrowful farewells from his gypsy family and the quiet understanding of a mournful brother. However, all hope was not lost because this time Azrael knew that his brother ''would'' return. <br /> <br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> &lt;div align=left&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;padding:10px; background:#504A4B; color:#000000;font-size:18px;font-family:Georgia;letter-spacing:0.2em;&quot;&gt; ''Now Azrael must discover himself again and adapt to the changes within himself and his life. Basically... he's an animal trying to become human again.''&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> &lt;/div&gt;<br /> |}<br /> <br /> {| class=&quot;mw-collapsible mw-collapsed wikitable&quot; width=&quot;100%&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; style=&quot;vertical-align: middle; text-align: left;&quot;<br /> ! &lt;div align=center&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;padding:10px 0px; background: #421c52;font-size:16px;color:#ffffff;font-family:Georgia;letter-spacing:0.1em;text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px black&quot;&gt;'''5. &amp;nbsp;C R I M S O N&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; R E L A P S E&amp;nbsp;'''&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> |- style= &quot;background-color: #000000;&quot;<br /> | <br /> |- style=&quot;background-color: #000000;&quot;<br /> | &lt;div style=&quot;background:#000000; color:#585250; padding:10px;&quot;&gt;<br /> His brother returned after a month and there was much rejoicing, but it was all regretfully short-lived. Later that same night upon Raziel’s return, he sought out Azrael who had taken refuge upon Meebo to have a moment with him. The boy had watched the strange and curiously painful spectacle of a family welcoming one of their own back home, and could not think of what to make of it. Part of him turned jealous of what Raziel had had all this time. A ''real'' family, a reunion in which Azrael himself could never partake in. Thus, the boy was in no mood for casual chit-chat, and whatever Raziel might have wanted to speak with him about was quite swiftly shot down. A conversation turned dreadfully sour as the beast-child took his anger out upon his own brother. <br /> <br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> <br /> :::&lt;font style=&quot;font-size:13px;color:#800517;font-family:Georgia;letter-spacing:0.1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;center&gt;'''''&quot;He saved you, but nobody saved '''''us.&quot;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/font&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> <br /> Blame… for a fault he ''knew'' deep inside belonged to neither of them. Spurred by the demon within, jealousy darkened the already putrid soul and spun Azrael out of control. He tore apart his brother with words as sharp as his own claws. Piece by piece--until he turned away in ''tears.''<br /> <br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> :::&lt;font style=&quot;font-size:13px;color:#800517;font-family:Georgia;letter-spacing:0.1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;center&gt;'''''And left a painfully blatant memento in his wake.'''''&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/font&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> <br /> The realization stole away the beast-child’s anger and left him drowning in despair and regret. Thinking Skycat to now be gone forever, he’s cruelly reminded of his father’s words two years ago. Of one of the many truths he brainwashed him with. Of the belief that he was forever alone, unloved, and unimportant. ''Nobody.''<br /> <br /> <br /> In the midst of his grief, Skycat unexpectedly returned to comfort a brother and promise him that he would always love him. He meant to truly leave then, but Azrael sought to return him the bandana he had purposely discarded. He didn’t need a reminder of his brother because he would never forget. Skycat in turn hesitated in his decision to quit the family and offered the suggestion that perhaps he could stay. That maybe there could be a second chance to repair all that was lost. But something shattered the moment between them, a sound that pierced through the beast-child to memories he dared not look upon. <br /> <br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> :::&lt;font style=&quot;font-size:13px;color:#800517;font-family:Georgia;letter-spacing:0.1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;center&gt;''Crack.'' '''''The sound echoed through his mind like the screams of his own remembered. Whilst flesh had been torn open and''''' ''bled'' '''''by the rope of twisted leather.'''''&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/font&gt;<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> <br /> The Madam appeared before them, holding Raziel back with the whip coiled around his neck. She begged Azrael to step away from him and join her. She was desperate to keep the gypsy family safe, for she had Seen a killer in their midst. She warned Azrael of him, of how Raziel would one day kill them all—even little Nymeia. But the beast-child registered none of it. He saw only the whip, heard only the harrowed cries that existed in his mind, and charged at the one he’d once called Mother. Blinded by anger and betrayal he destroyed the whip and ultimately would have destroyed her &lt;s&gt;had his dice rolls not been so damned awful&lt;/s&gt; if Raziel hadn’t stepped in to save her. He promised to leave them, but first he sought to calm the livid beast-child down. He begged him to stop and told him that everything was okay, that he ‘’believed’’ what the Madam foretold. <br /> <br /> <br /> Azrael was shocked that his brother was so convinced of his fate, but even more so bothered that the Madam never once considered ''himself'' a threat as well. He was not safe either, no matter how many times the gypsies had tried to convince him otherwise. With great reluctance the beast-child finally exposed a secret he’d wanted to keep tightly locked away for the rest of his life. <br /> <br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> :::&lt;font style=&quot;font-size:13px;color:#800517;font-family:Georgia;letter-spacing:0.1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;center&gt;'''''Ever since he had been taken by the gypsies, his taint had seeped into their perfect world. Raziel became a brother harrowed by memories unwanted. Niko learned to fear a monster that had almost killed him. A mother had been forced to divide the pair and subdue Raziel with a tighter lock—only to find herself overcome by the claws of an animal. Azrael had sent a perfect family into disarray the moment he’d shown up.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/font&gt;<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> <br /> After making it known that he himself had &quot;killed a family&quot; already, Azrael fled with an awful certainty that his brother probably had disowned him and the doors to the gypsy caravan would be forever closed. Plagued by guilt and shame, he was afraid to look upon his brother again for fear of seeing that dreaded look of horror in his eyes. With his spark of hope snuffed out, the beast-child accepted the path of solitude he'd found himself upon again. Without a family and with Skycat no longer.<br /> <br /> &lt;/div&gt;<br /> |}<br /> <br /> {| class=&quot;mw-collapsible mw-collapsed wikitable&quot; width=&quot;100%&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; style=&quot;vertical-align: middle; text-align: left;&quot;<br /> ! &lt;div align=center&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;padding:10px 0px; background: #421c52;font-size:16px;color:#ffffff;font-family:Georgia;letter-spacing:0.1em;text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px black&quot;&gt;'''6. &amp;nbsp;B O U N D&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; B Y&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; M O R E&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; T H A N&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; P A I N&amp;nbsp;'''&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> |- style= &quot;background-color: #000000;&quot;<br /> | <br /> |- style=&quot;background-color: #000000;&quot;<br /> | &lt;div style=&quot;background:#000000; color:#585250; padding:10px;&quot;&gt;<br /> The monster was not truly abandoned, for unbeknownst to him, his brother had gone off in pursuit of him without a moment’s hesitation—only to find the boy on the brink of death. Self-administered wounds gouged his back, sending an endless stream of lifeblood flowing into the sands. Assuming himself to be hopelessly abandoned, the beast-child awaited only death and eventually thought perhaps his brother had come to perform the deed in a desperate act to reclaim his reputation amongst the gypsies. <br /> <br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> :::&lt;font style=&quot;font-size:13px;color:#800517;font-family:Georgia;letter-spacing:0.1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;center&gt;'''''Kill the killer before he took the children.'''''&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/font&gt;<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> <br /> But Skycat had other plans. He refused to kill him, claiming he could’ve done it himself long ago. This led to a spiral of thoughts and emotions through the boy as he suddenly wondered why he hadn’t killed himself sooner. The answer was soon found, surprisingly simple and clear. He was a ''coward.'' Wanting to prove to his father at the very least that he was wrong, the beast-child found hope deep within himself, from a boy not yet lost. Desires of death were soon quelled after that and his awful wounds healed by request. However, when the beast-child braced himself for the pain that would come from the purified aether, his own brother embraced it instead. ''Stole'' the agony from the boy and left him only with sensations of peace and comfort. The whole process was unsettling for the boy, watching the torment of his brother before his eyes and knowing it was his own. Somewhere amidst the process, however, the beast-child’s taint temporarily receded, exposing the original argent color of his eyes to the world. <br /> <br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> :::&lt;font style=&quot;font-size:13px;color:#800517;font-family:Georgia;letter-spacing:0.1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;center&gt;'''''The eyes… of''''' ''Chip.'' &lt;/center&gt;&lt;/font&gt; <br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> <br /> Hope not yet lost, darkness not yet claimed. The little moon eclipsed by the clouds could still be saved. But all was not yet well. A shadow of horrid familiarity seeped unknowingly into their makeshift camp and presented the boy with items of the past. A sampling of grilled trout… and a music box that had not been claimed by the flames that had destroyed his home in La Noscea. Overcome by agonizing memories invoked by the sweetness of the music, the boy clasped quivering hands over his ears and begged for silence. Skycat slowly fulfilled his wish and sought to comfort the little moon, but something, some''one'' else struck first.<br /> <br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> :::&lt;font style=&quot;font-size:13px;color:#800517;font-family:Georgia;letter-spacing:0.1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;center&gt;'''''&quot;Wrong, wrong, wrong. It’s not going to be alright, Pup, and it’s definitely''''' ''not'' '''''over.&quot;'''''&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/font&gt;<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> <br /> The Reaper in all his wicked splendor appeared before them, with shadowed claws ''inside'' a brother’s chest to claim his partially crystallized heart. While a boy overcome with horror could only watch, The Reaper crooned to his beloved other half and playfully taunted both Skycat and the boy. The Voidsent knew he had the upper hand and delighted in the opportunity to toy with ''himself.'' And then, in the midst of it all, the unthinkable happened. The Reaper looked directly at the boy and told him to leave. Forever.<br /> <br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> :::&lt;font style=&quot;font-size:13px;color:#800517;font-family:Georgia;letter-spacing:0.1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;center&gt;'''''&quot;You’re going to run away and''''' ''never'' '''''return. You’ll run as far and as fast as you can, and never look back—because if you ever,''''' ''ever'' '''''come near either of us again... Skycat dies.&quot;'''''&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/font&gt;<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> <br /> The boy shattered. Achingly gasped and staggered to his knees, but he did not run. He did not even ''try'' to, for he didn’t want to leave. His brother was dying, but the boy didn’t want to believe that leaving was the only way to save him. The Reaper was most amused at his rejection and tossed more hateful words upon him, only to be well-received by a ''demon.'' <br /> <br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> :::&lt;font style=&quot;font-size:13px;color:#800517;font-family:Georgia;letter-spacing:0.1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;center&gt;'''''Selfish. Broken. Deceived. Forsaken.'''''&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/font&gt;<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> <br /> The monster was unleashed and a short battle ensued to cut off The Reaper’s hand and free his brother from the Voidsent’s clutches. The Reaper then vanished with a chuckle, leaving the sun at the mercy of its harrowed moon. Skycat fought to come to terms with grievous internal wounds afflicted, whilst a maddened beast-child circled him with twisted amusement. Lost to the shadows once more, the demon shrieked at the sight of pure light that radiated from his brother in an effort to reclaim him, and attacked its source with desperation. Only to be outdone… by ''himself.''<br /> <br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> :::&lt;font style=&quot;font-size:13px;color:#800517;font-family:Georgia;letter-spacing:0.1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;center&gt;'''''&quot;WE’VE KILLED FAMILY BEFORE! HOW IS THIS ANY DIFFERENT?&quot;'''''&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/font&gt; <br /> :::&lt;font style=&quot;font-size:13px;color:#800517;font-family:Georgia;letter-spacing:0.1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;center&gt;'''''&quot;BECAUSE CHIP''''' ''LOVES'' '''''THIS FAMILY.&quot;'''''&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/font&gt;<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> <br /> The boy suppressed his monster for the first time, empowered by the ultimate love of a brother and a real family. Skycat reunited with him, but light existed not without shadow, and The Reaper returned with Grim intent. He was soon foiled however, by pure aether that radiated from Skycat, and the brothers were left to themselves soon after. Blessedly alone. <br /> <br /> <br /> After cleaning up and wounds amended, Skycat invited his brother to travel with him out of Thanalan. Like a family, they’d find a home somewhere nice and settle peacefully together. Having always disliked the desert and the cruel memories it invoked, the boy quickly agreed and they eventually set off to start a new chapter together as brothers.<br /> <br /> <br /> :::&lt;font style=&quot;font-size:13px;color:#800517;font-family:Georgia;letter-spacing:0.1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;center&gt;'''''Homeward bound for La Noscea.'''''&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/font&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> [[file:azrael_noscea_sun.png|1005px|center]]<br /> &lt;/div&gt;<br /> |}<br /> <br /> =Tribe Details=<br /> &lt;div align=center&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;padding:10px 0px; background: #421c52;font-size:16px;color:#ffffff;font-family:Georgia;text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px black&quot;&gt;'''&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;T R I B E&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; O F&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; T H E&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; M O L E&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;'''&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; <br /> <br /> &lt;table style=&quot;position:center;&quot; width=&quot;100%&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> &lt;tr&gt; [[file:hedgemole.jpg|left]]<br /> The Tribe of the Mole originated in La Noscea, where many of the beastkin, in which the Tribe was named after, resided. However, a subspecies of the mole migrated into Thanalan, after an unintentional stowaway was found upon a ship sailing to Ul'dah. This species, known as the Hedgemole, was adopted as the Tribe's beastkin. They are known to be aggressive and extremely territorial, which are the key traits of this particular Tribe.<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> &lt;font style=&quot;font-size:12px;color:#800517;font-family:Georgia;letter-spacing:0.1em;&quot;&gt;'''''NOTICE: This Tribe is no longer in effect, having been completely destroyed, and all information below is now considering OOC.'''''&lt;/font&gt;<br /> &lt;/tr&gt;<br /> &lt;tr&gt;<br /> &lt;td style=&quot;vertical-align: top;width:33%;padding-right:10px; font-size:12px; color:#585350;font-family:Georgia;&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;div align=justify&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;padding:0px 10px; font-size:16px;background:#800517;font-size:14px;color:#ffffff;font-family:Georgia;&quot;&gt;'''Location:'''&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> <br /> The Tribe resides in the southern part of Drybone, alarmingly close to the encampment of the Amalj'aa. Skirmishes are a common occurrence between them and other wandering Tribes. Due to their viciousness, however, more often than not is the Tribe of the Mole fearfully left alone.<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> '''Before the Calamity:''' They originally lived closer to the area known as the Burning Wall, but after it was destroyed by a shard of Dalamud, they've migrated away and currently take up residence in Drybone.<br /> <br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;div align=justify&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;padding:0px 10px; font-size:16px;background:#800517;font-size:14px;color:#ffffff;font-family:Georgia;&quot;&gt;'''Customs:'''&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> :* When the young reach seven years of age, they begin training as warriors for the Tribe.<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> :* Punishment involves a variety of actions, often determined by the weight of the crime. This includes, but is not limited to, fights to the death, periodic starvation, abandonment in the desert, public flogging, and permanent banishment.<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> :* ''Selective Breeding'': The Nuhn handpicks the females he chooses to breed with. Therefore, only those that the Nuhn sires are able to freely choose their mate. Otherwise only the Nuhn is able to breed with the females.<br /> &lt;/td&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;td style=&quot;vertical-align: top;width:33%;padding-right:10px; font-size:12px; color:#585350;font-family:Georgia;&quot;&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;div align=justify&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;padding:0px 10px; font-size:16px;background:#800517;font-size:14px;color:#ffffff;font-family:Georgia;&quot;&gt;'''Hierarchy:'''&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> &lt;small&gt;''Note: These names are intended for OOC &lt;u&gt;only&lt;/u&gt;. Please ask for further details, or if your player character is unintentionally listed.''&lt;/small&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;font style=&quot;color:#ffffff;&quot;&gt;'''Nuhn:'''&lt;/font&gt; <br /> :* &lt;s&gt;O'ctan Nuhn&lt;/s&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;font style=&quot;color:#ffffff;&quot;&gt;'''Nuhn's Retainer:'''&lt;/font&gt;<br /> :* &lt;s&gt;Tome&lt;/s&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;font style=&quot;color:#ffffff;&quot;&gt;'''Tias:'''&lt;/font&gt; <br /> :* &lt;s&gt;O'kaje Tia&lt;/s&gt; <br /> :* &lt;s&gt;O'vihz Tia&lt;/s&gt;<br /> :* &lt;s&gt;O'lixo Tia&lt;/s&gt;<br /> :* &lt;s&gt;O'behr Tia&lt;/s&gt;<br /> :* &lt;s&gt;O'qido Tia&lt;/s&gt;<br /> :* O'kihp Tia ''(only surviving member of the Tribe, though abandoned his ties and supposed rank as Nuhn)<br /> <br /> &lt;font style=&quot;color:#ffffff;&quot;&gt;'''Breeding Females:'''&lt;/font&gt;<br /> :* &lt;s&gt;O'saia Raehi&lt;/s&gt;<br /> :* &lt;s&gt;O'minna Xhiji&lt;/s&gt;<br /> :* &lt;s&gt;O'phina Raehi&lt;/s&gt;<br /> :* &lt;s&gt;O'xezo Raehi&lt;/s&gt;<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;div align=justify&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;padding:0px 10px; font-size:16px;background:#800517;font-size:14px;color:#ffffff;font-family:Georgia;&quot;&gt;'''Other Details:'''&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> &lt;font style=&quot;color:#ffffff;&quot;&gt;'''Current Status:'''&lt;/font&gt; Extinct<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> &lt;font style=&quot;color:#ffffff;&quot;&gt;'''Race:'''&lt;/font&gt; Miqo'te<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> &lt;font style=&quot;color:#ffffff;&quot;&gt;'''Clan:'''&lt;/font&gt; Seekers of the Sun<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> &lt;font style=&quot;color:#ffffff;&quot;&gt;'''Tribe Indicator:'''&lt;/font&gt; O' (Pronounced Oh)<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> &lt;font style=&quot;color:#ffffff;&quot;&gt;'''Tribe Beast:'''&lt;/font&gt; The Territorial Hedgemole<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> &lt;font style=&quot;color:#ffffff;&quot;&gt;'''Tribe Size:'''&lt;/font&gt; Small<br /> &lt;/td&gt;<br /> <br /> <br /> &lt;td style=&quot;vertical-align: top;width:33%;padding-right:10px; font-size:12px; color:#585350;font-family:Georgia;&quot;&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;div align=justify&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;padding:0px 10px; font-size:16px;background:#800517;font-size:14px;color:#ffffff;font-family:Georgia;&quot;&gt;'''Characteristics:'''&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;font style=&quot;font-size:12px;color:#800517;font-family:Georgia;letter-spacing:0.1em;&quot;&gt;'''AGGRESSIVE. BRUTAL. TERRITORIAL.'''&lt;/font&gt;<br /> <br /> This particular Mole Tribe is bred for only one purpose: war. The Tias that make up most of its members are skilled warriors and are often involved in numerous skirmishes between neighboring Tribes--be it beast or man. Despite their relatively small size, they are quite savage.<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> '''Calamity Aftermath:''' After the infamous events of the Calamity, the Tribe found themselves questioning their brutal methods and grew fearful of their placement near the decimated Burning Wall. A unanimous decision was made to lessen the killings. Full-scale war will be allowed only if the safety of their Tribe is threatened. Smaller skirmishes are still accepted and widely popular among the Tribe and its neighboring beastkin.<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> &lt;div align=justify&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;padding:0px 10px; font-size:16px;background:#800517;font-size:14px;color:#ffffff;font-family:Georgia;&quot;&gt;'''Appearance:'''&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> <br /> Since all males are bred for war, they are always seen wearing their armor. It is customary to don a steel-plated galerus over their upper body and some sort of armored leggings. Footwear is optional and it is not uncommon for members of this Tribe to go barefoot. One unique feature of their armor, in accordance with honoring the hedgemole, is spiked metal plates across their shoulders to represent the spine-backs of the beastkin.<br /> <br /> Females, on the other hand, are rather simple in their appearance. They wear loose-fitting shifts often in earthy colors to better camouflage themselves at a distance from predators trying to pinpoint their location. <br /> <br /> The young are also clothed in similar attire for the same purpose of protection. <br /> &lt;/td&gt;<br /> &lt;/tr&gt;<br /> &lt;/table&gt;<br /> <br /> =Music=<br /> &lt;div align=center&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;padding:10px 0px; background: #421c52;font-size:16px;color:#ffffff;font-family:Georgia;text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px black&quot;&gt;'''M U S I C'''&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; <br /> <br /> &lt;table style=&quot;position:center;&quot; width=&quot;100%&quot;&gt;&lt;tr&gt;<br /> &lt;td style=&quot;vertical-align: top;width:33%;padding-right:10px; font-size:12px; color:#585350;font-family:Georgia;&quot;&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;div align=justify&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;padding:10px; font-size:16px;background:#800517;font-size:14px;color:#ffffff;font-family:Georgia;&quot;&gt;'''Character Themes:'''&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> <br /> <br /> : ''[https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8lXpoSM4dT4 Point of No Return]''<br /> :: Artist: Starset<br /> :: Context: ''Character Theme''<br /> :: &lt;small&gt;Notes: ''There's a memory of how we used to be, that I can see through the flames. I am hypnotized as I fantasize, forgetting lies and pain. But I can't go back. The ashes call my name.''&lt;/small&gt;<br /> <br /> <br /> : ''[https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IdOh3q3C2gM Insidious]''<br /> :: Artist: Machinae Supremacy <br /> :: Context: ''Character Theme''<br /> :: &lt;small&gt;Notes: The untold struggle between a monster damned and the fragments of an innocent boy within. ''I search the shadows of my inner being and see reflections of my twisted memories. The darker half of our nature, our misery. So far from who we are, beneath our hidden scars. So far from where we once were. Save me from this dark and twisted avatar. Lead me back to where we were.'' &lt;/small&gt;<br /> <br /> <br /> : ''[https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Tf2H2R1B5L4 Unravel]''<br /> :: Artist: Tokyo Ghoul<br /> :: Context: ''Character Theme''<br /> :: &lt;small&gt;Notes: ''You’re so close but I hope that you stop searching. Don't want you to see the thing that I’ve become. So please stop looking; I don’t want to hurt you.'' &lt;/small&gt;<br /> <br /> <br /> : ''[https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RPGxm79Oxwg Oh, Catastrophe]''<br /> :: Artist: Crown the Empire<br /> :: Context: ''Character Theme''<br /> :: &lt;small&gt;Notes: The demon's cage has finally been opened. The patient predator has been freed. ''Oh, catastrophe. Leave me to fade out the light. And uncage the night.'' &lt;/small&gt;<br /> <br /> <br /> : ''[https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=86uZuVOWaZk MNSTR]''<br /> :: Artist: Crown the Empire<br /> :: Context: ''Character Theme''<br /> :: &lt;small&gt;Notes: ''I AM A MONSTER!'' &lt;/small&gt;<br /> <br /> <br /> : ''[https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tYJbtpWkXAE I Am the Monster]''<br /> :: Artist: Elvensong<br /> :: Context: ''Character Theme''<br /> :: &lt;small&gt;Notes: Good for describing the hell he went through back with his Tribe. ''I've lost my way, I've lost my light, I've lost the stars inside my night.'' They basically destroyed what was once Chip and turned him into, well, a monster. ''They take me, torture and beat me. All they wanna do is bury me.'' The Tribe has also always hated him, despite the fact he is one of them. ''My destruction they desire. &quot;Monster! Monster!&quot; they are screaming like they've finally found their cure.''&lt;/small&gt;<br /> <br /> <br /> : ''[https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0XjZRXIgBb8 Seasons Die One After Another]''<br /> :: Artist: Tokyo Ghoul<br /> :: Context: ''Character Theme''<br /> :: &lt;small&gt;Notes: ''Hey there, my lonely past. It was nice to meet you, but it will end soon. Leave those memories. Leave those empty feelings. It couldn't be any more worse, can't you see? There's a monster with me.''&lt;/small&gt;<br /> <br /> <br /> : ''[https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=70VlAyEUXYM Wanderer's Lullaby]''<br /> :: Artist: Adriana Figueroa<br /> :: Context: ''Character Theme''<br /> :: &lt;small&gt;Notes: Totally Chip's lullaby. So much sads.&lt;/small&gt;<br /> <br /> <br /> &lt;/td&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;td style=&quot;vertical-align: top;width:33%;padding-right:10px; font-size:12px; color:#585350;font-family:Georgia;&quot;&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;div align=justify&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;padding:10px; font-size:16px;background:#800517;font-size:14px;color:#ffffff;font-family:Georgia;&quot;&gt;'''Relationship Themes:'''&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> <br /> <br /> : ''[https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zUcq0Vw3k1g Schmetterling (Butterfly)]''<br /> :: Artist: Yutaka Yamada<br /> :: Context: ''Boy &amp; Beast''<br /> <br /> : ''[https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jMCyafoj5gY Bring Me to Life ]''<br /> :: Artist: Daughtry<br /> :: Context: ''Chip &amp; Skycat''<br /> :: &lt;small&gt;Notes: ''How can you see into my eyes like open doors? Leading you down, into my core, where I've become so numb. Without a soul. My spirit's sleeping somewhere cold--until you find it there, and lead it, back... home.'' ''Wake me up inside. Save me. Call my name and save me from the dark.''&lt;/small&gt;<br /> <br /> : ''[https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=miD2k_sNnWA Brothers Under the Sun]''<br /> :: Artist: Bryan Adams<br /> :: Context: ''Azrael &amp; Raziel''<br /> <br /> : ''[https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G1K1hTq7WSM A Place in the Sun For Hak]''<br /> :: Artist: Yona of the Dawn<br /> :: Context: ''Azrael &amp; Nym''<br /> <br /> : ''[https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=raQHby4lDX8 Falling Apart]''<br /> :: Artist: Papa Roach<br /> :: Context: ''Azrael &amp; Skycat''<br /> :: &lt;small&gt;Notes: ''All that I see is the wickedness around me. I refuse to believe the apocalypse inside of me. I can't even trust myself. I'm burning in my skin, standing at the gates of hell, but nobody will let me in.'' Skycat remembers who Az used to be and of a boy called Chip. Somewhere deep inside, that part of Azrael still exists and is gradually becoming uncovered under the gentle love and patience of a brother and his family. ''I fall hard and you carry me. I fall apart so you can set me free.''<br /> &lt;/small&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;/td&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;td style=&quot;vertical-align: top;width:33%;padding-right:10px; font-size:12px; color:#585350;font-family:Georgia;&quot;&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;div align=justify&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;padding:10px; font-size:16px;background:#800517;font-size:14px;color:#ffffff;font-family:Georgia;&quot;&gt;'''Other Themes:'''&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> <br /> <br /> : ''[https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6GcU_X6AycM Desert Sands]''<br /> :: Artist: Sarah Martin<br /> :: Context: ''Azrael Theme''<br /> <br /> <br /> : ''[https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zHm5Ngqv_jw A Flight of Light &amp; Darkness]''<br /> :: Artist: Prince of Persia<br /> :: Context: ''Azrael Theme''<br /> <br /> <br /> : ''[https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OEw5NyEFiBw Akatsuki no Yona (Melancholy version) ]''<br /> :: Artist: Yona of the Dawn<br /> :: Context: ''Gypsy Caravan Theme''<br /> :: &lt;small&gt;Notes: ''This was...family.''&lt;/small&gt;<br /> <br /> <br /> : ''[https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lMSkC2PGyTs Dance With the Devil]''<br /> :: Artist: Breaking Benjamin<br /> :: Context: ''Harrow Theme''<br /> :: &lt;small&gt;Notes: Broken has the beast become. Left to rot in the despair of his own descent.&lt;/small&gt;<br /> <br /> <br /> : ''[https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_L5QYvSV68U Meltdown (Rauch Remix)]''<br /> :: Artist: Love and Death<br /> :: Context: ''Chip/Harrow Theme''<br /> <br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> &lt;/td&gt;<br /> &lt;/tr&gt;<br /> &lt;tr&gt;&lt;div&gt;[[file:harrow_respite.png|1005px|center]]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;<br /> &lt;/table&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> =Hall of Memories=<br /> &lt;div align=center&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;padding:10px 0px; background: #421c52;font-size:16px;color:#ffffff;font-family:Georgia;text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px black&quot;&gt;'''&amp;nbsp;S H A R D S&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; O F&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; T H E&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; P A S T&amp;nbsp;'''&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; <br /> <br /> &lt;table style=&quot;align:center; width:100%&gt;<br /> &lt;tr&gt;<br /> &lt;td style=&quot;background-color:#000000;padding:15px&quot;&gt;<br /> [[file:always.jpg|150px]] <br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> &lt;div style=&quot;font-size:11px&quot; margin:5px&quot;&gt;''Promises forged under the stars.''&lt;/div&gt;<br /> &lt;/td&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;td style=&quot;background-color:#000000;padding:15px&quot;&gt;<br /> [[file:Chip_pose2.png|150px]]<br /> &lt;/td&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;td style=&quot;background-color:#000000;padding:15px&quot;&gt;<br /> [[file:chip_maggie.png|150px]] <br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> &lt;div style=&quot;font-size:11px&quot; margin:5px&quot;&gt;''The loyal guardian of Chip's camp!''&lt;/div&gt;<br /> &lt;/td&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;td style=&quot;background-color:#000000;padding:15px&quot;&gt;<br /> [[file:chip_helping_hand.png|150px]]<br /> &lt;/td&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;td style=&quot;background-color:#000000;padding:15px&quot;&gt;<br /> [[file:Chip_fly.png|150px]]<br /> &lt;/td&gt;<br /> &lt;/tr&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;tr&gt;<br /> &lt;td style=&quot;background-color:#000000;padding:15px&quot;&gt;<br /> [[file:chip_home.png|150px]] <br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> &lt;div style=&quot;font-size:11px&quot; margin:5px&quot;&gt;''The ashes call our name...''&lt;/div&gt;<br /> &lt;/td&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;td style=&quot;background-color:#000000;padding:15px&quot;&gt;<br /> [[file:Harrow.jpg|150px]]<br /> &lt;/td&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;/tr&gt;<br /> &lt;/table&gt;<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> &lt;div align=center&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;padding:10px 0px; background: #421c52;font-size:16px;color:#ffffff;font-family:Georgia;text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px black&quot;&gt;'''&amp;nbsp;D A R K E S T&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; S I D E&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; O F&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; T H E&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; M O O N&amp;nbsp;'''&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; <br /> <br /> &lt;table style=&quot;align:center; width:90%&gt;<br /> &lt;tr&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;td style=&quot;background-color:#000000;padding:15px&quot;&gt;<br /> [[file:patient_hunter.png|150px]]<br /> &lt;/td&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;td style=&quot;background-color:#000000;padding:15px&quot;&gt;<br /> [[file:Chip harrow.png|150px]]<br /> &lt;/td&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;td style=&quot;background-color:#000000;padding:15px&quot;&gt;<br /> [[file:Harrow_glare.png|150px]] <br /> &lt;/td&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;td style=&quot;background-color:#000000;padding:15px&quot;&gt;<br /> [[file:Harrow_power.png|150px]]<br /> &lt;/td&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;td style=&quot;background-color:#000000;padding:15px&quot;&gt;<br /> [[file:Azrael_respite.png|150px]]<br /> &lt;/td&gt;<br /> &lt;/tr&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;tr&gt;<br /> &lt;td style=&quot;background-color:#000000;padding:15px&quot;&gt;<br /> [[file:azrael_moon2.png|150px]]<br /> &lt;/td&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;td style=&quot;background-color:#000000;padding:15px&quot;&gt;<br /> [[file:meebo2.png|150px]] <br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> &lt;div style=&quot;font-size:11px&quot; margin:5px&quot;&gt;''Meeeeboooooo''&lt;/div&gt;<br /> &lt;/td&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;td style=&quot;background-color:#000000;padding:15px&quot;&gt;<br /> [[file:brothers.png|150px]]<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> &lt;div style=&quot;font-size:11px&quot; margin:5px&quot;&gt;''Always...''&lt;/div&gt;<br /> &lt;/td&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;td style=&quot;background-color:#000000;padding:15px&quot;&gt;<br /> [[file:azrael_brother.png|150px]]<br /> &lt;/td&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;td style=&quot;background-color:#000000;padding:15px&quot;&gt;<br /> [[file:azrael_swipe.png|150px]]<br /> &lt;/td&gt;<br /> &lt;/tr&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;tr&gt;<br /> &lt;td style=&quot;background-color:#000000;padding:15px&quot;&gt;<br /> [[file:azrael_moon.png|150px]]<br /> &lt;/td&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;td style=&quot;background-color:#000000;padding:15px&quot;&gt;<br /> [[file:az_chilling.png|150px]]<br /> &lt;/td&gt;<br /> &lt;/tr&gt;<br /> &lt;/table&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> &lt;div align=center&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;padding:10px 0px; background: #421c52;font-size:16px;color:#ffffff;font-family:Georgia;text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px black&quot;&gt;'''&amp;nbsp;N E W&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; M O O N&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; R I S I N G&amp;nbsp;'''&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; <br /> <br /> &lt;table style=&quot;align:center; width:90%&gt;<br /> &lt;tr&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;td style=&quot;background-color:#000000;padding:15px&quot;&gt;<br /> [[file:azrael_awakened.png|150px]]<br /> &lt;/td&gt;<br /> &lt;td style=&quot;background-color:#000000;padding:15px&quot;&gt;<br /> [[file:azrael_home.jpg|150px]] <br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> &lt;div style=&quot;font-size:11px&quot; margin:5px&quot;&gt;''Our new home.''&lt;/div&gt;<br /> &lt;/td&gt;<br /> &lt;td style=&quot;background-color:#000000;padding:15px&quot;&gt;<br /> [[file:az_home.png|150px]]<br /> &lt;/td&gt;<br /> &lt;td style=&quot;background-color:#000000;padding:15px&quot;&gt;<br /> [[file:az_moon.png|150px]]<br /> &lt;/td&gt;<br /> &lt;/tr&gt;<br /> &lt;/table&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> &lt;div align=center&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;padding:10px 0px; background: #421c52;font-size:16px;color:#ffffff;font-family:Georgia;text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px black&quot;&gt;'''&amp;nbsp;A R T W O R K'''&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; <br /> <br /> <br /> &lt;table style=&quot;align:center; width:100%&gt;<br /> &lt;tr&gt;<br /> &lt;td style=&quot;background-color:#000000;padding:15px&quot;&gt;<br /> [[file:chip_colored.JPG|150px]] <br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> &lt;div style=&quot;font-size:11px&quot; margin:5px&quot;&gt;''Drawn by me.''&lt;/div&gt;<br /> &lt;/td&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;td style=&quot;background-color:#000000;padding:15px&quot;&gt;<br /> [[file:Azrael_Cat.png|150px]] <br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> &lt;div style=&quot;font-size:11px&quot; margin:5px&quot;&gt;''Drawn by me.''&lt;/div&gt;<br /> &lt;/td&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;td style=&quot;background-color:#000000;padding:15px&quot;&gt;<br /> [[file:chip_friends.jpg|150px]] <br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> &lt;div style=&quot;font-size:11px&quot; margin:5px&quot;&gt;''Commission by [http://hithren.tumblr.com/ Hithren] ''&lt;/div&gt;<br /> &lt;/td&gt;<br /> &lt;/tr&gt;<br /> &lt;/table&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> &lt;div align=center&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;padding:10px 0px; background: #421c52;font-size:16px;color:#ffffff;font-family:Georgia;text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px black&quot;&gt;'''&amp;nbsp;M O M E N T S&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; O F&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; O O C&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; F U N &amp;nbsp;'''&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; <br /> <br /> &lt;table style=&quot;align:center; width:100%&gt;<br /> &lt;tr&gt;<br /> &lt;td style=&quot;background-color:#000000;padding:15px&quot;&gt;<br /> [[file:beastly_grins.png|150px]]<br /> &lt;/td&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;td style=&quot;background-color:#000000;padding:15px&quot;&gt;<br /> [[file:azrael_ladies.png|150px]]<br /> &lt;/td&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;td style=&quot;background-color:#000000;padding:15px&quot;&gt;<br /> [[file:azrael_yikes.png|150px]]<br /> &lt;/td&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;td style=&quot;background-color:#000000;padding:15px&quot;&gt;<br /> [[file:azrael_selfie.png|150px]]<br /> &lt;/td&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;td style=&quot;background-color:#000000;padding:15px&quot;&gt;<br /> [[file:smile_feine.png|150px]]<br /> &lt;/td&gt;<br /> &lt;tr&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;tr&gt;<br /> &lt;td style=&quot;background-color:#000000;padding:15px&quot;&gt;<br /> [[file:hey_pup.png|150px]]<br /> &lt;/td&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;td style=&quot;background-color:#00000;padding:15px&quot;&gt;<br /> [[File:ArataChip.jpg|150px]]<br /> &lt;/td&gt;<br /> &lt;/tr&gt;<br /> &lt;/table&gt;<br /> <br /> =OOC=<br /> &lt;div align=center&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;padding:10px 0px; background: #421c52;font-size:16px;color:#ffffff;font-family:Georgia;text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px black&quot;&gt;'''O O C'''&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; <br /> &lt;div align=center&gt;&lt;table style=&quot;position:center;&quot; width=&quot;100%&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;tr&gt;<br /> &lt;td style=&quot;width:40%;vertical-align: top;font-size:9pt;font-family:Helvetica;&quot;&gt;&lt;h3&gt;<br /> &lt;div style=&quot;padding:10px 35px;background: #800517;font-size:14px;color:#f9f8fa;font-family:Georgia;text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px black&quot;&gt;&lt;center&gt;'''OOC INFORMATION'''&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;<br /> &lt;font style=&quot;width:50%;font-size:12px;color:#800517;font-family:Georgia;letter-spacing:0.2em;&quot;&gt;'''CURRENT SERVER:'''&lt;/font&gt; ''Balmung''<br /> <br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;font style=&quot;width:50%;font-size:12px;color:#800517;font-family:Georgia;letter-spacing:0.2em;&quot;&gt;'''VOICE CLIP:'''&lt;/font&gt; [http://picosong.com/hTAn Sample] &amp; [http://picosong.com/NcWE/ Sample2] &amp; [http://picosong.com/NcGf/ Sample3] **'''please note that this is how he &lt;u&gt;used&lt;/u&gt; to sound as Chip. His present voice is deeper and less &quot;boyish&quot;.''' <br /> <br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;font style=&quot;width:50%;font-size:12px;color:#800517;font-family:Georgia;letter-spacing:0.2em;&quot;&gt;'''CONTACT INFORMATION:'''&lt;/font&gt; ''I'm currently unable to RP in-game, but I do frequent Skype often! You can also reach me here: [http://ffxiv-roleplayers.com/member.php?action=profile&amp;uid=7097 RPC Profile]''<br /> <br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;font style=&quot;width:50%;font-size:12px;color:#800517;font-family:Georgia;letter-spacing:0.2em;&quot;&gt;'''PERSONAL RP LIMITS:'''&lt;/font&gt;<br /> :&lt;u&gt;'''I will play:'''&lt;/u&gt; <br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> ::* &lt;font style=&quot;color:#ffffff;&quot;&gt;''Mature Themes: ''&lt;/font&gt; I love dark and gory scenes--as long as they are logical and plot-driven.<br /> ::* &lt;font style=&quot;color:#ffffff;&quot;&gt;''Romance**: ''&lt;/font&gt; I don't mind flirting and stuff, but it ultimately depends on the character. For example, don't try it with this guy. He'd probably rip your arms off. Although, he wouldn't mind being given someone's heart... to eat. ^.^ <br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> :&lt;u&gt;'''I will NOT play:'''&lt;/u&gt;<br /> &lt;br&gt; <br /> ::* &lt;font style=&quot;color:#ffffff;&quot;&gt;''ERP/Rape: ''&lt;/font&gt; Please don't even ask.<br /> ::* &lt;font style=&quot;color:#ffffff;&quot;&gt;''Permanent Character Death: ''&lt;/font&gt; Because seriously, where's the fun in that?<br /> ::* &lt;font style=&quot;color:#ffffff;&quot;&gt;''Breaking Lore: ''&lt;/font&gt; I like Lore. I eat it for breakfast. Please don't kill it :(<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> :&lt;u&gt;'''Things to keep in mind:'''&lt;/u&gt;<br /> ::* &lt;font style=&quot;color:#ffffff;&quot;&gt;''Length: ''&lt;/font&gt; Whenever I'm not RPing in-game and through a means that has a very generous character limit, I tend to para-RP. I by no means expect you to match my length. It's just a personal habit of mine.<br /> ::* &lt;font style=&quot;color:#ffffff;&quot;&gt;''Combat: ''&lt;/font&gt; I prefer the &quot;dice-roll&quot; style, but I am always welcome to trying out different methods to satisfy whomever I am RPing with.<br /> ::* &lt;font style=&quot;color:#ffffff;&quot;&gt;''I try to be flexible: ''&lt;/font&gt; Yup. I'm always open to OOC discussion during RP. Don't be afraid to ask!<br /> ::* &lt;font style=&quot;color:#ffffff;&quot;&gt;''Character Injury: ''&lt;/font&gt; Please discuss with me about temporary/serious injuries that are delivered to my character by yours before carrying it out. I like surprises, but not that kind.<br /> ::* &lt;font style=&quot;color:#ffffff;&quot;&gt;''Plots: ''&lt;/font&gt; Plots are like snowballs and I love both. Got an idea for a plot to involve our characters? Please share! I try to be open for anything.<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> :&lt;u&gt;'''Additional Player Info:'''&lt;/u&gt;<br /> ::* [http://ffxiv-roleplayers.com/showthread.php?tid=15520 here] and [http://ffxiv-roleplayers.com/showthread.php?tid=15564 here]<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> <br /> <br /> &lt;font style=&quot;width:50%;font-size:12px;color:#800517;font-family:Georgia;letter-spacing:0.2em;&quot;&gt;'''RP HOOKS:'''&lt;/font&gt;<br /> <br /> ::&lt;font style=&quot;color:#ffffff;&quot;&gt;■ &lt;/font&gt;'''''Used to sometimes roam about the desert in Southern Thanalan. It's quite likely those from the Drake(U) Tribe in Forgotten Springs have run into him, or at least seen him from afar.'''''<br /> ::&lt;font style=&quot;color:#ffffff;&quot;&gt;■ &lt;/font&gt;'''''He's killed enemies of the Tribe that strayed near their territory in Eastern Thanalan. Some of the victims might have had family...'''''<br /> ::&lt;font style=&quot;color:#ffffff;&quot;&gt;■ &lt;/font&gt;'''''He was once housed by a traveling group of performers. Perhaps you've heard of this unique band of gypsies?'''''<br /> ::&lt;font style=&quot;color:#ffffff;&quot;&gt;■ &lt;/font&gt;'''''Word of an extremely violent and territorial Tribe in Eastern Thanalan/Drybone is a popular topic of gossip.'''''<br /> ::&lt;font style=&quot;color:#ffffff;&quot;&gt;■ &lt;/font&gt;'''''Recently there's been sightings of a familiar purple-haired boy in La Noscea. Has Chip truly returned?'''''<br /> <br /> &lt;/td&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;td style=&quot;width:40%;vertical-align: top;font-size:9pt;font-family:Helvetica;&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;h3&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;padding:10px 35px;background: #800517;font-size:14px;color:#f9f8fa;font-family:Georgia;text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px black&quot;&gt;&lt;center&gt;'''CREDIT'''&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/h3&gt; <br /> ::■ Layout adapted from the profile of [[D'lyhhia Lhuil]]<br /> ::■ Music tab taken from the profile of [[Glioca Sargonnai]]<br /> ::■ Color Key taken from the profile of [[Seiko Mamushi]] <br /> ::■ Pictures under relationships idea taken from the profile of [[Rihxo Matoi]]<br /> ::■ Certain color key icons taken from the profile of [[Xeiz Feine]]<br /> <br /> PLEASE DO NOT COPY THIS LAYOUT WITHOUT FIRST CONTACTING ME. PLEASE ADD THE CREDIT PROVIDED. 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B'habra https://wiki.ffxiv-roleplayers.com/index.php?title=V%27aleera_Lhuil&diff=181086 2016-06-13T03:50:41Z

<p>B'habra: </p> <hr /> <div>{{Infobox-character<br /> | name = V'aleera Lhuil<br /> | image = V'al_1.jpg<br /> | imagewidth = 400<br /> | caption = &quot;Ishgard Victor&quot;<br /> | title = M'iqote Cannot be Dragoons.<br /> | gender = Female<br /> | citizenship = Ishgard<br /> | race = Miqo'te<br /> | clan = House Haillenarte<br /> | stat_1 = Place of Birth<br /> | stat_1_value = You are killing the lore.<br /> | stat_2 = Guardian<br /> | stat_2_value = Halone the Fury<br /> | stat_3 = Age<br /> | stat_3_value = 23<br /> | stat_4 = Relationship Status<br /> | stat_4_value = Single<br /> | stat_5 = Occupation<br /> | stat_5_value = Why would a xenophobic people take you in they already have mixed feeling about hyur.<br /> | stat_6 = Nameday<br /> | stat_6_value = 21st sun of the 4th Umbral Moon, 1555 6AE<br /> }}<br /> <br /> V'aleera is a knight of Ishgard and a titled dragoon presently traveling across greater Eorzea. A serious young woman dedicated to her nation's cause and to her personal faith, she lashes out against the wicked and godless wherever she finds them, ever unwavering as she strides impacably down the path of righteousness. <br /> <br /> == Appearance ==<br /> <br /> '''Height: 5' 4&quot;'''<br /> <br /> '''Weight: 125 lb.'''<br /> <br /> '''Complexion: Fair '''<br /> <br /> '''Hair: Golden Blonde'''<br /> <br /> '''Eyes: Gold and White'''<br /> <br /> '''Clothing Style: Conservative but practical'''<br /> <br /> '''Laterality: Right­handed'''<br /> <br /> === '''''&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font­size:medium;&quot;&gt;Hobbies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;''''' ===<br /> <br /> *Writing in her diary<br /> *Learning to cook<br /> *Practicing how to be ladylike<br /> *Drawing<br /> <br /> === &lt;span style=&quot;font­size:medium;&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;'''''Likes'''''&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ===<br /> <br /> *Twelve worship<br /> *Sunny days<br /> *Chocobo chicks<br /> *Music (Piano/Organ)<br /> *Art (drawn)<br /> <br /> === &lt;span style=&quot;font­size:medium;&quot;&gt;'''''&lt;u&gt;Dislikes&lt;/u&gt;'''''&lt;/span&gt; ===<br /> <br /> *Dragons<br /> *Casual blasphemy<br /> *Dishonorable conduct<br /> *Really dark places (caves, unlit rooms, the forest at night)<br /> *Wealthy snobs and whiny commoners<br /> *Moogles<br /> <br /> === &lt;span style=&quot;font­size:medium;&quot;&gt;'''''&lt;u&gt;Favorites&lt;/u&gt;'''''&lt;/span&gt; ===<br /> <br /> *&lt;span style=&quot;font­size:medium;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font­size:small;&quot;&gt;'''Color: Red '''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;<br /> <br /> *&lt;span style=&quot;font­size:medium;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font­size:small;&quot;&gt;'''Food: Steak '''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;<br /> <br /> *&lt;span style=&quot;font­size:medium;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font­size:small;&quot;&gt;'''Drinks: Milk '''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;<br /> <br /> *&lt;span style=&quot;font­size:medium;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font­size:small;&quot;&gt;'''Scent: Roses''' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;<br /> <br /> *&lt;span style=&quot;font­size:medium;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font­size:small;&quot;&gt;'''Place: Church''' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;<br /> <br /> === &lt;span style=&quot;font­size:medium;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font­size:small;&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;'''''&lt;span style=&quot;font-<br /> size:medium;&quot;&gt;Goals&lt;/span&gt;'''''&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ===<br /> <br /> *To spread knowledge of the Dravanian threat<br /> *To fight the kin of dragons across all Eorzea<br /> *To pass the judgement of the Fury on the godless Garleans and heathen beast tribes<br /> *To educate the more amicable among the beast tribe people about worship of the Twelve<br /> *To do whatever good she can as she travels across Eorzea<br /> *To return to Ishgard and defend her people from the Dravanian Horde<br /> <br /> === &lt;span style=&quot;font­size:medium;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font­size:small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-<br /> size:medium;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font­size:small;&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;'''''&lt;span style=&quot;font-<br /> size:medium;&quot;&gt;Religion&lt;/span&gt;'''''&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ===<br /> <br /> Having been raised in the faith since birth, V'aleera worships the Twelve with an extremely deep sense of piety. Above all others she pays homage to Halone the Fury. Further, several specific events have occurred throughout her life that served to make her devotion to Halone even stronger. V'aleera prays every morning and every night, her prayers typically addressing the Fury specifically; though when appropriate she will offer praise and prayer to other specific gods amongst the Twelve. She pays absolute respect to the church of Ishgard and its Archbishop and does not tolerate any slander being made against it.<br /> <br /> == Personality ==<br /> <br /> === &lt;span style=&quot;font­size:medium;&quot;&gt;'''''&lt;u&gt;Quirks&lt;/u&gt;'''''&lt;/span&gt; ===<br /> <br /> *Wraps her tail around her thigh during social situations that make her nervous<br /> *Is ignorant of differences between Seekers and Keepers and simply assumes the latter culture is fundamentally identical to the former<br /> <br /> === &lt;span style=&quot;font­size:medium;&quot;&gt;'''''&lt;u&gt;Flaws&lt;/u&gt;'''''&lt;/span&gt; ===<br /> <br /> *Upbringing and education have left her ignorant of anything that doesn't concern Ishgard, with few exceptions<br /> *Judgmental of non­-Ishgardian customs and practices<br /> *Single-minded in her devotion to the Holy See and the Dragonsong War; questioning of either triggers a hostile response<br /> *Often unreasonable and implacable once she's established an opinion or plan of action<br /> <br /> === &lt;span style=&quot;font­size:medium;&quot;&gt;'''''&lt;u&gt;Fears&lt;/u&gt;'''''&lt;/span&gt; ===<br /> <br /> *Never getting to return home<br /> *Her friends and family being hurt or killed by dragons while she's away<br /> *The uncertain future of Ishgard with no Azure Dragoon<br /> *Never truly being accepted by her own people as a daughter of Ishgard<br /> *Snapdragons<br /> <br /> === &lt;span style=&quot;font­size:medium;&quot;&gt;'''''&lt;u&gt;Talents&lt;/u&gt;'''''&lt;/span&gt; ===<br /> <br /> *Accomplished combatant<br /> *Fast runner<br /> *Secretly decent singer<br /> <br /> === &lt;span style=&quot;font­size:medium;&quot;&gt;'''''&lt;u&gt;Comparisons&lt;/u&gt;'''''&lt;/span&gt; ===<br /> <br /> Final Fantasy Characters: http://finalfantasy.wikia.com/wiki/Adelbert_Steiner, http://finalfantasy.wikia.com/wiki/Beatrix<br /> <br /> Other Game Characters: http://dragonage.wikia.com/wiki/Templar_Order<br /> <br /> Anime Characters: http://codegeass.wikia.com/wiki/Suzaku_Kururugi<br /> <br /> === &lt;span style=&quot;font­size:medium;&quot;&gt;'''''&lt;u&gt;TV Tropes&lt;/u&gt;'''''&lt;/span&gt; ===<br /> <br /> == Abilities and Skills ==<br /> <br /> === '''''&lt;u&gt;Weapons&lt;/u&gt;''''' ===<br /> <br /> *Spear: expert proficiency<br /> *Bow: moderate proficiency<br /> *Greatsword: poor proficiency<br /> *Longsword: moderate proficiency<br /> <br /> === '''''&lt;u&gt;Magic&lt;/u&gt;''''' ===<br /> <br /> *Has never explored the possibility and lacks any insight into whether she is or is not proficient with magic<br /> <br /> === '''''&lt;u&gt;Crafting&lt;/u&gt;''''' ===<br /> <br /> *Decent cook<br /> *Basic weapon and armor maintenance skills<br /> *Moderately skilled weaver and woodworker<br /> <br /> == Family and Relationships ==<br /> <br /> === &lt;span style=&quot;font­size:medium;&quot;&gt;'''''&lt;u&gt;Relatives&lt;/u&gt;'''''&lt;/span&gt; ===<br /> <br /> Mother: V'cima Lhuil<br /> <br /> Father: V'khoen Lhuil<br /> <br /> Siblings: V'illette and V'lavielle<br /> <br /> V'aleera's parents immigrated to Ishgard shortly before it closed its doors to outsiders, being outcasts of their own clan. Though the land and culture of the Holy See were vastly different from their upbringing in a clan of Seekers, the two acclimated quickly and adopted the religion and practices of the Ishgardian people for their own. Facing the stigma of being not only outsiders but also a racial minority, their dedicated work ethic and clear reverence of Halone and the Twelve earned them relative acceptance within their community. V'cima took to the culture of Ishgard with much greater fervor than her husband, and insisted upon officially gaining citizenship that they take an Ishgardian surname. Casting away most of the remaining vestiges of Seeker culture she has happily embraced her life as a woman of Ishgard.<br /> <br /> V'khoen is the placid and contemplative counterpart to his firebrand of a wife. While he remains always grateful for finding a new home in the Holy See and wholeheartedly embraces the much more religious structure of the nation's society, he still chooses to hold on to some of the Seeker culture he was raised in. It was he who insisted on naming V'aleera in the fashion of their former clan. In spite of his original outsider status, his patient and respectful demeanor as well as his religious devotion and admirable work ethic have earned him a degree of respect amongst his peers and neighbors.<br /> <br /> == Rumors ==<br /> ''Anyone and everyone is welcome to post rumors about V'aleera!''<br /> <br /> :*&quot;I knew her once, long ago. Now she's stern and zealous. A true Ishgardian, despite the tail. And I think that's the way she prefers it.&quot; - [[Aya Foxheart]]<br /> <br /> :*&quot;She showed me kindness when most would have turned away. I will forever be indebted to her.&quot; - [[Vetiver Kaji]]<br /> <br /> :*&quot;She has family... Trapped in a city besieged by a massive army of Dragons. I know not how she continues to work away from home. I know not how she gets any sleep.&quot; - [[Kiht Jakkya]]<br /> <br /> :*&quot;I remember her. She was a light in the dark. A sweet saviour to the people. She gave me a purpose, more then I ever expected to receive. She taught me my most important lessons... Though I learned them too late.&quot; - [[Rhaya Nelha]]<br /> <br /> == History ==<br /> <br /> === '''''&lt;u&gt;Name&lt;/u&gt;''''' ===<br /> <br /> ==== Name Etimology ====<br /> <br /> V'aleera is the child of former members of a V clan branch of Miqo'te. In spite of their departure from the clan and immigration into Ishgard, her father insisted upon naming her in the fashion of her forebears and as a reminder of her heritage. The name itself was chosen by her mother, and derives from the traditional Ishgardian name &quot;Valera&quot;, other variations of which include &quot;Valerie&quot; and &quot;Valeria&quot;.<br /> <br /> ==== Nicknames ====<br /> <br /> &quot;Sunshine&quot; - Originally a pet name made up by her mother and referring to V'aleera's radiant physical features, it eventually gained popularity amongst V'aleera's childhood friends. <br /> <br /> At least, those of her friends willing to buy a laugh at the cost of a bloody nose.<br /> <br /> === &lt;span style=&quot;font­size:medium;&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;''' Parents' Journey to Ishgard '''&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ===<br /> <br /> V'aleera's parents were both born within a large branch of the V clan of Sunseeker Miqo'te. Her mother, V'cima, was a known rebel who spent a little too much time fraternizing with and absorbing the ideas of the various traders that would pass through the clans lands. Her deviations and bucking against tradition were tolerated only due to strong familial ties to clan leadership. V'aleera's father, V'khoen, a childhood friend and teenage lover to her mother, was a grounded and well-spoken young man well-liked within the clan. When V'cima's questioning and rebuking of clan traditions finally reached a breaking point, both she and her steadfastly loyal mate were exiled, contracted, and effectively sold to one of the merchant caravans passing through during the time of their judgement.<br /> <br /> Bound to a three year contract to serve their merchant employer, the two went on the road with the caravan and traveled all over Eorzea. Though V'cima flourished in this new environ, inundated with so many new cultures as she and her mate were, both she and V'khoen came to realize that a life of wandering wasn't for them and that someday, when their contract was ended, they would need to find a new home and a new people. The years passed and as their contract neared its completion they found themselves traveling with their caravan to one last destination: the Holy See of Ishgard. <br /> <br /> Learning much of the nation and its history from a group of Ishgardian knights whose journey home ran parallel with the caravan's route, the couple discussed the possibility of making their home in this new land they had found. Though the clime of the highlands was quite colder than the two Miqo'te were accustomed to, the lands of Coerthas had an enchanting sense of majesty about them. Their awe at the lands of the Holy See only increased when they arrived at the city proper and were struck with amazement at the imposing and beautiful sight of the city of Ishgard itself. With assistance from some of the friendly acquaintances they had made amongst the traveling knights and a kind local priest they met shortly after arriving in the city, the pair successfully petitioned for citizenship. <br /> <br /> Living in one of the city's poorer districts the two nonetheless thrived; V'khoen joined a small guild of humble carpenters and woodworkers, and V'cima ingratiated herself with the local sewing circle. Distrusted and kept at arms length at first, the two Miqo'te eventually succeeded in winning the tacit approval and acceptance of most of their neighbors through hard work and clear devotion to the Fury and her chosen nation. And while V'khoen adapted well enough to his new home while still cherishing his past, V'cima seemed to embrace her new nation and people with the same fervor and fire that she had rejected her original home several years prior.<br /> <br /> Shortly after settling into their new home, the couple celebrated their official citizenship by being officially married at a small local chapel. They were hosted and married by the same priest that had assisted them upon their arrival to the city, but had few guests to the event save for the few among their neighbors whose curiousity outweighed their suspicion. It was at this time they also officialy discarded their original surnames and took a new shared one. Not long after the couple would welcome into their family a daughter, whom they named V'aleera.<br /> <br /> === &lt;span style=&quot;font­size:larger;&quot;&gt;''&lt;span style=&quot;font­size:medium;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font­<br /> <br /> size:medium;&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt; ''' Childhood ''' &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;''&lt;/span&gt; ===<br /> <br /> Raised in a strict religious household, the young V'aleera was taught the value of prayer and piety by her mother but also the importance of learning and education by her father. Though the couple was far from wealthy, they both worked long and hard to ensure that V'aleera had ample amount of both and were overjoyed when their labors bore fruit: within their small, humble neighborhood theirs was the first child her age to learn to read and write. The little girl was all too happy to continue honing these skills, gladly accepting the gifts of old hymnals and prayer-books from the local priest and devouring them with vigor.<br /> <br /> Such pursuits proved a happy distraction from the fact that growing up as a Miqo'te and a child of immigrants in the city of Ishgard was no easy task. Her kind being a relative rarity in the Holy See, few were the children that didn't mock or harass her for how she appeared, and fewer still were the children whose parents didn't warn them against spending too much time with the &quot;beast­girl with the evil eye&quot;. The ire and distrust the child, and even her parents, encountered when they ventured beyond the streets of their own little neighborhood was greater still.<br /> <br /> Though she eventually accrued a small cadre of friends, her happiest childhood moments were those spent with her father. An accomplished and intelligent speaker, negotiator, and conflict resolver within his community, V'aleera's perception of her father was not the astute and soft-spoken pillar of the community; but rather, she saw him as the single greatest story teller in all the world. Rare was the night that she was not put to bed with an exciting tale of ages past, of the founding of Ishgard and the grand accomplishments of her heroes and saints, of mighty warriors and clever peasant-folk, each making their beloved city a better place by their noble deeds. Other times she would be told of her family's ancestral people, the Miqo'te, and V'khoen would tell her stories passed down through their lineage and clan.<br /> <br /> And whenever she would come home crying, in despair over her odd eye that marked her as a double­ freak to her detractors, her father would always remind her that to their people such a mark was a sign of greatness to come, assuring her that she'd been personally chosen by Halone for some great purpose, and that she should always be proud of it no matter what others say.<br /> <br /> The stories of Ishgard's triumphs and the heroics and piety of its people would shape V'aleera into the woman that she would become. But the assurances of a great destiny yet revealed, of a mark of pride rather than shame; those were the stories that she kept closest to her heart and which would play a crucial role in the single most defining event of the woman's life.<br /> <br /> === &lt;span style=&quot;font­size:larger;&quot;&gt;''&lt;span style=&quot;font­size:medium;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-<br /> size:medium;&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt; ''' Teen Years ''' &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;''&lt;/span&gt; ===<br /> <br /> Blossoming into a young woman, V'aleera proved to be a spirited and strong-willed teenager in much the same vein as her mother had been. Fortunately for all involved, the young Miqo'te didn't wholly inherit her mother's rebellious tendencies (thanks in no small part to her father's guidance). V'aleera's love for her nation and her Goddess grew as she did, and though she still faced discrimination for her outsider status and appearance she still maintained a steadfast devotion to her people and country. <br /> <br /> A child no longer, V'aleera had ceased to run to her father's arms in tears whenever teased or mocked and had begun dealing with those feelings by writing in a diary and speaking with her local priest about her faith and her place within Ishgard. Building upon the hymnals and psalms she adored reading and singing in her childhood, her teenage years saw her faith blossom and mature as well. And as more of her childhood friends were conscripted to fight in the war against the Dravanian Horde, she began to consider what her future held in store.<br /> <br /> When the last of her closest friends had been selected to be sent to war shortly after her sixteenth nameday, V'aleera finally came to the conclusion that she too wished to fight on the front lines against the dragons; to emulate the heroes of old, to stand beside her friends, and to protect her people, her family, and her nation. Being that she had been passed over for conscription, her father suggested she seek to be squired to a knight. This being no simple task for a commoner she again sought the advice of her priest, who in turn sent her to meet an elderly and retired knight whom he had known for many years and believed could be helpful in assisting the young woman's cause. After finding the man and pleading her case to him, she was accepted as his pupil and took her first foray into the art of the sword and spear.<br /> <br /> V'aleera's training under the old knight lasted only a couple of years, and shortly after her eighteenth nameday the old man presented her to one of his younger colleagues, a knight serving a lorlding of a minor house vassaled to House Haillenarte. After a brief display of skill and a short examination of her knowledge in regard to all things martial, the knight agreed to take her in as a squire. Overjoyed and enthusiastic, she engaged her duties and training with her new master with great vigor. The nature of the lord they both served beneath, however, would quickly put a damper on her excitement.<br /> <br /> The lordling to which V'aleera and her knight were sworn to the service of was a pigheaded and spoiled nobleboy whose age was barely a few years separated from the young woman's own. Far from the glorious combat against Ishgard's ancestral foes, the young man and the knights in his service were rarely assigned to anything more exciting than guard duty and training exercises within the city. The poor Miqo'te would languish in this relative inactivity for near on a year, doing her best to make the best of the situation by training diligently while even the knights themselves rested on their laurels. <br /> <br /> Fortunately, the bratty and impetuous nature of her assigned lordling would serve to set her on the path to her destiny.<br /> <br /> === &lt;span style=&quot;font­size:larger;&quot;&gt;''&lt;span style=&quot;font­size:medium;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-<br /> size:medium;&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt; ''' Adulthood ''' &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;''&lt;/span&gt; ===<br /> <br /> Indignant at the coddling and insignificant responsibilities being left at his feet, and with glory and fame set far beyond his grasp, V'aleera found an unlikely ally for her own ambitions in the spoiled, well-bred noble boy given authority over her knight-mentor. After a long year of inactivity, the young noble successfully browbeat a more influential relative within his house to have him and his knights given a more distinguished assignment beyond the walls of the city. With the orders finalized, the lordling and his cohort, V'aleera included, set out for their new assignment at the settlement in Whitebrim.<br /> <br /> The journey to Whitebrim passed smoothly and it quickly became evident that the lordling had indeed talked his way into a wholly legitimate military assignment. Sent on frequent patrols to guard trade routes, and hunts into the wilderness to seek and destroy Dravanian presence in the area, rarely would a week pass where V'aleera would not find herself in combat against the terrible foes she had dreamed of facing all her life. Though afraid and kept close to her knight-mentor in the early skirmishes, each new victory emboldened the young woman, and after a year of such service the mere squire was singular amongst her peers in being the first to charge into battle alongside the full-fledged knights against the draconic beasts. A trait conspicuously absent from the cowhearted lordling, who always elected to guard the supplies and the squires at the rear.<br /> <br /> Though the lordling's impetuous prodding of his betters to put him into action had been a welcome means for the underutilized knights (and V'aleera) to finally see action, his continuing thirst for glory and acclaim threatened to become more dangerous than useful. Hearing rumors from other knights and nobles stationed at and passing through Whitebrim of a powerful and cunning wyrm that haunted the northern regions of the Boulder Downs, the boy was all too quick to seize upon the opportunity to earn a name for himself, no matter the cost. In spite of fierce objection from the knights in his service the lordling successfully lobbied for permission to engage in an expedition to hunt the deadly beast. <br /> <br /> === &lt;span style=&quot;font­size:larger;&quot;&gt;''&lt;span style=&quot;font­size:medium;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-<br /> size:medium;&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;''' The Dragon '''&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;''&lt;/span&gt; ===<br /> <br /> The Downs lied far beyond the territory the lordling and his cadre were accustomed to and he had been afforded no personnel beyond his own knights and their attendants (a young Miqo'te squire included). Many of the knights believed the hunt a fool's errand, most hoping to just wander the landscape for a week, find nothing, and then return to Whitebrim. Fate had other plans, however, and after four days into their ill-begotten journey the expedition found itself face to face with its quarry.<br /> <br /> What few soldiers survived the battle tell a similar tale that nonetheless wants for details. A great dragon with scales the color of steel erupted from the snow beneath their feet, it's ambush wiping out a third of their cohort with breath of fire and merciless claws. The ensuing battle was fierce, but quick; some of the knights managed glancing and shallow blows against the beast, but the creature was as cunning as it was mighty and evaded severe wounds while continuing to wreak havoc upon the small company. In the end, over sixty percent of the soldiers were slain by the dragon or died of wounds thereafter, and every survivor returned home with an injury of some kind. The lordling got off lightly, his only injury a sprained ankle he acquired when he tripped and fell during his attempt to flee at the beginning of the battle.<br /> <br /> How the battle was won, and the beast slain, few can say. What little of the contingent remained conscious during the fight were unable to clearly testify to what, exactly, happened. The clearest account given asserts that after the entire expedition had been wiped out only the beast-girl squire was left standing, and that with spear in hand she stood in a face-off against the dragon. How the battle unfolded between the two is unknown, obscured as it was by the pain and by the deepening snowfall. But all accounts are united in their telling of the ending: a woman barely blossomed into adulthood, a mere squire with body battered, bleeding, and bones broken, knelt atop the head of the wyrm, her body resting against the broken spear driven deep into the lifeless creature's skull.<br /> <br /> === &lt;span style=&quot;font­size:larger;&quot;&gt;''&lt;span style=&quot;font­size:medium;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-<br /> size:medium;&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;''' The Dragonslayer '''&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;''&lt;/span&gt; ===<br /> <br /> Life passed by in a flurry for V'allera after her miraculous victory against the wyrm. Sent home to heal and recover after the ordeal, she was treated to a hero's welcome by her parents, neighbors, friends, and even people who'd never even liked her very much. And when she was well enough to walk she found herself summoned by the Orthodox Church of the Holy See; the young squire was summarily dubbed a holy knight of Ishgard for her valor and skill on the field of battle, and bestowed the title of dragoon for slaying so mighty a dragon in the name of Halone.<br /> <br /> Bursting with pride and a sense of piety and religious devotion that burned far brighter within her than ever before, V'aleera humbly accepted the honors bestowed upon her and reaffirmed her desire to be a weapon of Ishgard against the foul Horde that sought to destroy it. Taking her place amongst the Holy See's elite, she was assigned to a squad of fellow dragoons, most of them her seniors in both age and experience. She fought, trained, and learned beside them, sharpening her skills and learning how to be a better dragon-slayer every day. <br /> <br /> The couple years that followed were some of the happiest and most content times of the young woman's life, even though (or perhaps especially because) much of that time was spent in the heat of battle waging war against Ishgard's timeless enemy. But most of all, V'aleera finally felt like she belonged and was accepted in her home nation: where before others looked at her and saw a peasant, an outsider, a freak, or (at best) an oddity, now she was treated with respect and dignity. No longer put down for her differences, she was held up beside so many great warriors as an example for her people to look up to.<br /> <br /> Not all who knew her, however, delighted in her fortune and glory.<br /> <br /> === &lt;span style=&quot;font­size:larger;&quot;&gt;''&lt;span style=&quot;font­size:medium;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-<br /> size:medium;&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;''' Banishment '''&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;''&lt;/span&gt; ===<br /> <br /> The lordling that had demanded the expedition be undertaken was humiliated and disgraced in the aftermath of the affair. His cowardly conduct, foolish decisions, and the deaths of many capable knights due to his careless actions left him a pariah and saw him all but imprisoned by his family in their estate, the possibility of glory and honor forever denied to him. He seethed at the success of the peasant, outsider-born freak that he deemed responsible for his fall from grace, and he plotted with what few allies he had left. And after a couple years of friends of friends of friends speaking into the right ears and passing the right amount of coin, the pathetic little lordling's petty machinations against V'aleera bore fruit.<br /> <br /> Upon returning from another successful expedition with her compatriots, V'aleera was delivered orders from the Orthodox Church: in recognition of her admirable history of service to the Holy See and her considerable accomplishments against the Dravanian menace she was being placed on a &quot;special&quot; solitary assignment. She was to leave the city of Ishgard and the surrounding highlands and venture forth into the other lands of Eorzea. There she would travel the land spreading word of the threat posed by the Dravanian menace (and of all dragonkind), proselytize the teaching of Halone, and otherwise doing good deeds in the name of the Holy See of Ishgard. And, most significantly of all, she was to carry out these orders indefinitely, never to return to Ishgard or its lands until specifically recalled by the order of the Church. This was the lordling's revenge: banishment, by a sweeter name.<br /> <br /> Enraged and saddened, V'aleera despaired: the orders were absolute and to disobey would be tantamount to treason. Peers in the military and friends in the Church offered condolences, many pledging to fight on her behalf to have the order rescinded. The most wisened and senior among them conceding that, while the battle was one ultimately in V'aleera's favor, victory would take time. V'aleera had only a short while to grieve with her parents, promising to return to them someday soon. With a furious yet resigned heart, the young knight set out on her lonely journey, wondering when, if ever, she would be allowed to return and fight once more for the home she held dear. <br /> <br /> === &lt;span style=&quot;font­size:larger;&quot;&gt;''&lt;span style=&quot;font­size:medium;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-<br /> size:medium;&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;''' Current State of Affairs '''&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;''&lt;/span&gt; ===<br /> <br /> Still hoping to receive the call to reuturn to her homeland, V'aleera dutifully seeks to carry out the terms of her misbegotten assignment; traveling across the face of Eorzea she has spent the past year of her exile working as a free agent in the employ of Grand Companies, local law enforcement, and even the Adventurers' Guild. Having kept to herself for the majority of the time spent traveling, she's made few friends and learned little of the world beyond Ishgard, in spite of her travels. <br /> <br /> Her activities typically trend toward the martial, and she makes her living fulfilling publicly posted hunting logs or bounties, as well as offering her services as an expert in wiping out local nests of dragon-kin. She tries to do good wherever she can, but often finds that the notion of good instilled in her at home in Ishgard is quite unlike the many variations on the concept to be found throughout Eorzea. Still, she perseveres, endeavoring to always carry herself with dignity, honor, and holy righteousness wherever she goes.<br /> <br /> == References ==<br /> *Deirdre's Template<br /> *Blue's Template</div>

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