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Ludivine Goultard

2015-10-14T19:46:56Z

Cassandra Lachance:

{{Infobox-character
| name = Ludivine Goultard
| image = Ludivinenew.png
| imagewidth = 250
| gender = Female
| citizenship = Former Ul'dahn citizen
| race = Elezen
| clan = Duskwight
| stat_1 = Age
| stat_1_value = 28
| stat_2 = Marital Status
| stat_2_value = Taken
| stat_3 = Occupation
| stat_3_value = Business Manager
| stat_4 = Height/Weight
| stat_4_value = 6'2" / 184 lbs
| stat_5 = Orientation
| stat_5_value = Pansexual
| stat_6 = Relatives
| stat_6_value = <ul><li>Severin (Father)</li> <li>Amandine (Mother)</li></ul>
}}

'''Ludivine Goultard''' (pronounced /ˈLud-iv-een Gool-tard/) (15th Sun of the 5th Umbral Moon (November 15)) is a Duskwight from the mountainous region west of La Noscea. During her teens she traveled east, reaching La Noscea and Limsa Lominsa. Not long after, she made her way to Ul'dah, trying to scrape together what living she could from the life of a refugee. What happened once she managed to get inside the city walls, was...

(Anything you read in her timeline is spoiler alert, so don't scroll down if you'd rather find out for yourself.)

===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Basic Info</div>===
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<div style="padding:10px 35px;background: #ECCA67;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;"><center>''LIKES''</center></div></h3>
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Triple Triad
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Being of service
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> People who don't mince words
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Cleanliness

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<div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #DFD59E;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;"><center>''DISLIKES''</center></div></span></h3>

: <font style="color:#DFD59E;" size="3">■</font> Alcohol
: <font style="color:#DFD59E;" size="3">■</font> Death
: <font style="color:#DFD59E;" size="3">■</font> Close-minded people
: <font style="color:#DFD59E;" size="3">■</font> Amalj'aa

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<div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #CACFA5;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;"><center>''OTHER''</center></div></span></h3>

: <font style="color:#CACFA5;" size="3">■</font> Alignment: [http://easydamus.com/lawfulgood.html Lawful Good]
: <font style="color:#CACFA5;" size="3">■</font> Previous jobs: Barmaid; Recruiter; Farmer; Gatherer.
: <font style="color:#CACFA5;" size="3">■</font> Favourite animal/pet: Small birds
: <font style="color:#CACFA5;" size="3">■</font> Favourite Drink: Hot Chocolate
: <font style="color:#CACFA5;" size="3">■</font> Personal hero: Raubahn

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===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Appearance & Personality</div>===
: Ludivine's appearance has gone through several 'phases', though she more often than not chooses a reserved style of clothing - not showing too much skin, and not being particularly suited for battle. Currently, she enjoys wearing long sleeved shirts, as well as plain trousers and boots. Her hairstyle changes often, though it remains as white as it was at her birth. She wears very little jewelry or fashion accessories, preferring function over fashion.

: Most easily described as polite, Ludivine's voice and manner of speaking is gentle and refined. She very rarely swears, or makes any form of expression. More often than not, she sounds as if she knows more than she lets on in conversation, which is most likely true, given her propensity for following rumours and gossip. Very few people would be able to detect the trace of an accent, as her native tongue is Eorzean, if only from her secluded homeland.

===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Biography</div>===

=====<div style="padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Childhood (1550-1564)</div>=====

:: Ludivine is born to her mother (Amandine) and father (Severin) in the mountains far west of La Noscea. Her parents are respected within the Duskwight community in the mountains as brave fighters, veterans of several skirmishes with other communities and in defense of their home, and their daughter grows up with great idolization for her parents, training to become as strong as they are. While growing up she had a fascination with birds, quietly watching the small and less predatory species as they made nests in the mountains. Though she loved much of her mountain life, it was often harsh and cold, but she remained friendly and amiable to those few others she spent her youth with. Ludivine had her sights set far from home, something which would cause a slight rift between her and her parents as she grew older, but once she was of age - at only thirteen - she left the mountains and made a year-long journey to Thanalan.

:: The journey gave little difficulty to Ludivine, who survived in the wilds with basic hunting and tracking skills. She also carried a modest amount of gil on her, which allowed her some respite at towns and villages between the mountains and Thanalan, though she rarely spent any more than she needed. Though she became lonely at times, she remained light of heart, and made steady pace at all times, adapting to the different terrain easily. She reached the gates of Ul'dah shortly after a full year.

=====<div style="padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">1564-1566</div>=====

:: In spite of her efforts, Ludivine was declined entry into the city. Even before the Calamity Duskwight were looked down on, and her age and appearance did little to persuade the city guards to allow her entry. Undeterred though, she made the desert her home for the next two years, living with refugees and other outcasts as she slowly built up her sword skills and wealth.

:: Under the blistering sun, Ludivine became a strong warrior, even at the age of sixteen. Her determination would gain her the notice of the Brass Blades and Immortal Flames, whom she fought alongside on occasion in protecting the land. With their interest and the small fortune Ludivine managed to accrue, she was finally permitted entry into the city, and left her temporary home of the desert behind her.

====<div style="padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">1566 - 1570</div>====

:: Ludivine took the opportunity to win further favour with the Immortal Flames by acting as an inner-city messenger for a short while, and through building up connections with a few officers, was happy to be sworn into oath when the chance came. Starting at the lowest rank (as all new recruits did), her duties were simple and often involved nothing more than tending to disturbances reported by paranoid merchants.

:: Over four years she grew in rank and reputation, though she still had a youthful naivety that meant she was rarely taken seriously by her peers. To compound this, the severe racism that plagued her meant that superiors were often unwilling to promote her, even if they had personal sympathy. In four years of hard service she achieved what most would do in two.

====<div style="padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">1570 - 1572</div>====

:: Though it took a long time, Ludivine was eventually trusted to lead her own group of recruits - on the front line defenses at Southern Thanalan. This was given for her to both escape the prejudice of the city and for her to use her strength somewhere in need of dire assistance, a small gift from a kindly commanding officer in the ranks. She took what little belongings she had from the city and essentially disappeared from most records, settling into routine patrols and watches around Little Ala Mhigo.

:: The humidity and driving force of the sun were nothing new to Ludivine, who embraced the opportunity to prove her worth again, this time to the locals of Little Ala Mhigo. The refugees there were far more receptive than the city-dwellers and Immortal Flame comrades-in-arms, and for once Ludivine felt content in her position, becoming lax and far less eager to earn promotions and move on to bigger and better things. She remained in defense of the settlement for just over two years, before the fateful patrol that would take everything from her.

====<div style="padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">1572 - 1575</div>====

:: While Ludivine became more and more cheerful and happy with her leadership responsibilities, her swordplay grew in strength and versatility, often saving Little Ala Mhigo by an ilm from Amalj'aa raids. While this won the hearts of the settlers, it earned her discontent and spite from her recruits, and infamy within the Amalj'aa ranks. Both came to a head when her patrol was ambushed on the outskirts of Zanar'ak.

:: Ludivine fought valiantly, drawing every onze of her strength to fight, but she was weighed back by defending recruits and the seemingly endless numbers of Amalj'aa determined to bring her low. As the fight drew to its close, only Ludivine and two recruits were left. Faced with the possibility of death or tempering, Ludivine's two subordinates turned against her, restraining her in her fatigue and shouting surrender and bargaining pleas. While loathe to leave any survivors, the leader of the Amalj'aa faction took great joy at the chance to take Ludivine for himself. Allowing the two men to escape, the Amalj'aa warleader restrained Ludivine and raped her against the sands, taking her innocence without a moment's hesitation. After thoroughly defiling her, the Amalj'aa retreated to their homelands with Ludivine, chaining and caging her for their own use.

:: She remained defiant for the first year, but the physical and psychological abuse slowly eroded her mind. Hallucinations became more frequent, and the brief times she was conscious she was forced into slavery or beatings for the Amalj'aa's pleasure. The whole of the second year was a mix of dreams and madness, Ludivine barely aware of the world around her. In spite of her maltreatment, she was given enough food and sustenance to live, but barely more than that. The Amalj'aa had no plans to surrender their prize.

:: The third year brought a new clarity to Ludivine. She awoke from the fogged mind a new person, all life and joy taken from her. She began plotting, studying everything about every Amalj'aa, every war-beast and every routine she could. In a mix of lies and deception she twisted a confusion between several high-ranking Amalj'aa who wanted her for themselves. In the chaos that followed, she slipped her bonds and escaped into the wilds. Though pursued, she evaded all Amalj'aa on her trail - their war-beasts unable to track her as her smell was so poisoned by Amalj'aa scents and other hideous fluids, and made her way back to Little Ala Mhigo, where she was taken in and given protection and cleaned enough to make her seem Elezen again. Staying no longer than she needed, she took leave of the settlement and aimed for Ul'dah. She felt no purpose in life any more, though she knew a reckoning was nigh.

====<div style="padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">1575 - Present (Pre-Free Wing company)</div>====

:: Shambling forward from the settlement of Little Ala Mhigo as soon as she woke from passing out in the locals' care, Ludivine pointed herself towards Ul'dah and started walking. The Duskwight didn't last very long on the meager amount of food and water that was guided into her unconscious body, and tumbled down one of the steep cliffs on the road to the city-state as her feet lost their grip. Landing at the bottom in a broken and bloody mess, she clawed her way towards the outline of Ul'dah in the distance; voices whispered to her as she pulled herself along by a single hand, promises of strength and the power to push aside anything that got in her way - she croaked out in a voice that hadn't spoken for years. "Yes."

:: Ludivine didn't know what she had agreed to, or where her new power had come from, but she was able to walk again, and felt a strange surge in her step. As she climbed the steep bush-land and pulled her way up by trees and weeds that grew along the cliff face, her anger and hatred built more and more, fueled by something stronger now. At the top, Ludivine could see the city-state once more in clear view, only taking her eyes off the shape to bend double and catch her breath. In that time, despite her being stationary and clear to anyone who would've been approaching, she was knocked aside by a merchant riding a chocobo carriage towards Ul'dah. The Highlander berated her for blocking the path, and for being a Duskwight, and several other things that Ludivine didn't hear. Her head thumping and cut from being knocked down, after all the effort of falling and climbing back up again, she snapped. Thinking only of tearing every part of the merchant apart, the Elezen was surprised to find she was actually capable of it - strange chains and daggers materializing from nothing but her will. She felt happy: happy at this power, and the bloody mess she made of the man and his chocobos. The chains faded as soon as she was tired of ripping at the dead flesh, and she turned towards the city-state again, almost giggling with anticipation.

:: "Patience, patience." She told herself. She knew she would never find the men who betrayed her if she were to wage a war against the city-state. They would flee, like everyone else, and she would never see them again. She needed information, and to be sure - sure of where they were, and sure of how to make them feel the most pain. Ludivine approached the gates of Ul'dah, just like how she had as a teenager. She tried to communicate, but her voice was still broken and dry, unable to remember the way to make words - she was quickly turned away by the guard, taking her for just another savage outlander. The Elezen turned away, realising there was much she needed to learn (speech being one of the things) and remembered the way she had earned passage in the past. The Duskwight took on the most dangerous work, and began to learn that praying on the wealthy and innocent was just as quick as taking jobs from them. She killed whatever held money, crossed her, attacked her, and as the days continued, anything that went near her. The haunted depths of Cutters Cry proved just enough to provide the gil and treasure she needed to buy entry into Ul'dah - her killings around the tunnels adding to the whispers of danger that smallfolk passed around. The Elezen's brutal attacks were thought of as nothing more than the acts of the beasts that dwelled within.

:: The streets of Ul'dah were as the Duskwight remembered them: rife with corruption and abuse of power, only this time Ludivine could see them clearly, no longer blinded by the naivety of her youth. She lost the proud and graceful speech she had once called her own, taking on rough, lazy mannerisms and colloquialisms. As she thought more and more, she began to hate her younger self, despise the fact she was once such an idealistic brat; the Elezen started to believe more and more that she had just faked her optimism all those years ago to avoid feeling the pain of being hated. Whether that was true, or Ludivine's mind was so twisted by self-loathing, nobody else could say.

:: She never slept, though she often faked it. The Duskwight would kill any time her anger hit boiling point, and at this stage it was so far developed that even the most innocent of encounters would drive her into a fury. Even though she had changed drastically, she retained the intelligence of her younger days, and quickly recovered her forgotten skills of reading and writing, as well as an understanding of contemporary arts and politics. She was able to recognise when she could kill and not get caught, and when she needed to suck up the punishment to avoid detection - though this often led to her creating elaborate schemes to hurt her victims in mental attacks instead of physical. Though she learned that she enjoyed the killing, she never killed to pass the time (or for gil), instead working to further her connections within the city-state so that she might gain access to records of high society that might lead her to the people she hunted. She made so-called friends, betrayed them when she needed, took random jobs, killed anyone that did anything to make her angry, and always lived in the alleyways and streets, ever prowling.

(... ''Backstory RP currently in progress, will update as it continues''.)

===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Miscellaneous</div>===
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''Some of these rumors are untrue or are greatly exaggerated. Please feel free to add your own rumors under PC!''
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<div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #90AB76;">◢ Common Rumors (Easily overheard)</div></b>
: <font style="color:#90AB76;" size="3">■</font> "Who? That Duskwight? Yeah, did some jobs for me, almost forgot about her for a sec'." -- ''Busy farmer''
: <font style="color:#90AB76;" size="3">■</font> "Aye, showed up on time, did her job an' left, barely a word out of 'er." -- ''Ul'dahn peddler''
: <font style="color:#90AB76;" size="3">■</font> "Ludivine Goultard? Yes, a sharp trader, and always seems to know more about my goods than I do myself!" -- ''Ishgardian Trader''

<b><div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #F37E1D;">◢ Moderate Rumors (Moderately difficult to overhear)</div></b>
: <font style="color:#F37E1D;" size="3">■</font> "Never liked 'aving her in the city, scum Duskwight can't even find work most nights." -- ''Irritable Brass Blade''
: <font style="color:#F37E1D;" size="3">■</font> "Kept coming to the gates for the better part of two years before anyone would let her in, lookin' like a rag doll. Dunno where she got the gil to earn her way inside." -- ''Ul'dahn gate guard''
: <font style="color:#F37E1D;" size="3">■</font> "Bah, that woman is impossible to beat at Triple Triad! Even when I've seen her lose a game, she smiles as if she's had the time of her life." -- ''Card game enthusiast''

<b><div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #D83018;">◢ Rare Rumors (Very difficult or rarely overheard)</div></b>
: <font style="color:#D83018;" size="3">■</font> "You seen those eyes? She looked at me once an' I ain't ever felt so 'fraid for myself in ever. Was like I felt nothin' could save me or my fambly, and all she did was look at me!" -- ''Roegadyn stall owner''
: <font style="color:#D83018;" size="3">■</font> "Whenev'r she takes a sip of wine or summin' to celebrate or what have you, she screws her face up like a lemon. She must really be forcin' herself to down it." -- ''Grim tavern patron''

<b><div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #aac5b4;">◢ PC Rumors (Rumors from the character's of other players)</div></b>
: <font style="color:#aac5b4;" size="3">■</font> "I love her. I always will. I just hope she knows it." - [[Cassandra Lachance]]
: <font style="color:#aac5b4;" size="3">■</font> "She's a more informal employee. Seems like one of those under the scorn many Duskwrights, and she came under Cassandra's word so I'm more then happy to give her a chance." - [[Lilithium Altair]]
: <font style="color:#aac5b4;" size="3">■</font> "Ludivine is survivor, I'll say that for her. Deep down, her heart is gold. She just needs to let it shine a little brighter so more people can see it." - [[Vasque Desmarais]]
: <font style="color:#aac5b4;" size="3">■</font> "She comes to the host club too see me, every once in a while, and I'm always honoured by her visits. I consider her a very good friend-- she is sweet and caring, honest and forthright." - [[Flora Valerian]]
: <font style="color:#aac5b4;" size="3">■</font> "She's...been nothing but kind, and open to me. She makes me feel more welcome than I have in a very...very long time. I enjoy talking with her. I hope we can be friends." - [[Jessika Saphir]]
: <font style="color:#aac5b4;" size="3">■</font> "Lu? I like her! She's tall and quiet and grey, kinda like an elongated Tea! I hope she'll be allright, she's been through a lot lately!" - [[Xivrez'to Ithaka]]
: <font style="color:#aac5b4;" size="3">■</font> "Ludi's been through stuff ah never could'a imagined but she dun seem any worse off fer it. Strong lass, she is, an' dead polite an' carin'." - [[J'inarah Marad]]
: <font style="color:#aac5b4;" size="3">■</font> "Caring, strong, honest... Any person should be glad to be able to call her friend. In a way she's worth sticking a hand into the fire for if it means she remains with us. But eh, don't say I said that." - [[Aeron Volkova]]
: <font style="color:#aac5b4;" size="3">■</font> "Ludi has been on to me all this time and still cares about me. She is beautiful and caring. A true friend in times of need" - [[Z'thara Dhen]]
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: <center><font style="color:#F02311;" size="3">♥</font> Romantic Interest    <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font> Platonic Love     <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> Good Standing     <font style="color:#C24640;" size="3">●</font> Poor Standing</center>

: <font style="color:#F02311;" size="3">♥</font> [[Cassandra Lachance]] - Once the woman of her heart; there is little Ludivine would not have done for Cassandra. Their lonely pasts and damaged lives, coupled with an early love of drinking and company, led to the two being nigh inseparable. Since Ludivine's past has come to light, the two are unsure as to whether anything can be salvaged.

: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Ennara Calian]] - Cassandra's former lover. The two had an unexpected meeting when Ludivine was caught in the same bed as Cassandra, and Ennara held a slight temper against Ludivine for it. Not long after, the two came to terms, and Cassandra and Ludivine were willing to let Ennara into their lives as a lover. When Ludivine's past was revealed, Ennara stood strong by Ludivine's side, convincing her that here were those who still loved her. After Ennara was badly injured, and Ludivine came to terms with her own personality, the two broke off their relationship, agreeing to remain as friends.

: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Vasque Desmarais]] - Vasque is someone Ludivine trusts completely, a confident and very close friend. The two have shared similar experiences in the past, and Vasque's relationship with her lover reminds Ludivine of her own with Cassandra. The flame of passion burned between them for a while, before it became clear to the two that it was affecting Cassandra, and so the pair agreed that their love would remain away from physical approach. Ever since then, Vasque has always been there for Ludivine when she needed someone - the Hyur proving to be a stubborn and firm ally in the darkest of times.

: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Sayuri Gahaku]] - An Auri woman not short of Ludivine's age, and in a similar situation to the Elezen. Sayuri's struggles with finding work, and the discrimination that bites at her heels gives a lot of room for empathy from Ludivine, and the two take pleasure in both having someone to discuss their problems with. Their friendship still has a long way to go, and Ludivine is more than a little concerned about Sayuri's infatuation with Aeron Volkova, something which Ludivine fears may not be in Sayu's best interest.

: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Z'thara Dhen]] - Z'thara was one of the first 'Jackals' Ludivine met in her home at the J&H company. Always seeming reserved and content to stay out of the spotlight, Ludivine nonetheless took an interest in the Miqo'te's life, and kept a careful eye on the woman. When it was revealed Thara was undercover to betray the company when the opportunity presented itself, Ludivine stayed firm at Thara's side, hoping to persuade the woman of the same truths she herself had come to accept since giving up her life of violence. Their friendship is still new, but Ludivine hopes that Thara will be willing to open up a little more over time.

: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Jessika Saphir]] - Ludivine spotted this Duskwight seeming lost at a party. She and Cassandra took an interest in the poor woman, and invited her to socialize with their circle of friends. Since then, the two Elezen have grown closer, but there is still much Ludivine isn't sure of about her.

: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Kurt Steel]] - A strange young man met when Ludivine was speaking with others, Kurt has shown a propensity for being in the right place at the right time, or the wrong place at the wrong time. The two always have news to share, and help each other when the time arises. Other than their chance meetings, however, the two know little about each other, and are rarely seen together.

: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Flora Valerian]] - Flora and Ludivine met when the Elezen took part in the Host Club social event, hosted by Flora's free company. Despite the professional nature of their first meeting, Ludivine took an immediate shine to Flora - the young Highlander reminding the Elezen of her time spend protecting the people of Little Ala Mhigo. Ludivine sees Flora as something of a little sister, or a daughter, though the Duskwight would probably never admit to such. She loves to tease Flora, but deep down wants the best for the Hyur, and visits her to make sure she is doing her best in life.

: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Arcian Martell]] - A Highlander of few words, Arcian and Ludivine make an unlikely pair of friends, but the two seem to enjoy the brief words shared between them. As Brave Horizon's lover, Arcian, Brave and Ludivine are often seen together; Ludivine does her best to compete with the pair's flirtatious nature.

: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Lulula Lulu]] - Ludivine was invited to this Lalafell's naming-day out of the blue, the two having met by chance around Ul'dah. After spending a friendly time at Lulula's company house, the two thought to stay in contact, but never seemed to come across each other again for a long time. Though the two are not in contact, Ludivine still bumps into the Lalafell and her lover now and then, and they share pleasant conversation.

: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Aeron Volkova]] - A member of Ludivine's current 'family' with Jackal and Hide, family is exactly how Ludivine would describe this Hyur. Always wary of the effects Aeron tends to have on women around him, Ludivine nonetheless knows his intentions are good, and has yet to find a woman with any complaints about their history with him, which can only be testament to Aeron's affectionate and devoted nature. Though Aeron tends to hide his troubles well, Ludivine does her best to be there to provide a word of comfort when she feels Aeron needs it most.

: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Gwannes Oskwell]] - Ludivine finds it hard to put her finger on this man - someone whose personality and sense of humour might be so far out there that Ludivine has trouble keeping up at times. To anyone listening in, the conversations and meetings shared between the two are garbled nonsense and drunken ramblings, but in spite of this the two seem to be on good terms. Ludivine looks out for Gwannes on the rare times they meet, and the Elezen was present at the man's ceremony of eternal bonding. Fondly called 'bucket-head', the two still meet from time to time.

: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Alexander Beaudonet]] - Alexander, someone Ludivine met only briefly, but the Elezen pair seemed to click and they shared a drink and a walk. Though Ludivine desires to meet the man again, Alexander has always seemed out of reach. Whatever there might have been between them, chances are it may not happen - Alexander's absence troubling Ludivine slightly.

: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Seiko Mamushi]] - A doman girl full of spirit, Ludivine and Seiko keep watch of each other. Though Ludivine knows little of the Hyur (and most probably likewise for Seiko), the Elezen finds the girl to be a good friend, and good company. After being invited to Seiko's ceremony of eternal bonding, the two seem to have grown closer, though they rarely meet by chance. Despite Seiko's questionable lifestyle choices, the two have a deep friendship, and Ludivine cares for the girl.

: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Brave Horizon]] - One of Ludivine's closest friends, Brave has proven to be just the person to keep Ludivine's spirits high. Having met by chance when the two drank some questionable potions, the pair have seemed to have only gotten closer as time goes on - Brave providing a strong intellectual force for Ludivine, and someone who can be trusted in dire situations. Considering their first meeting was during an oil wrestling match, the two have held some fierce sexual tension for each other, but understand the importance of boundaries. When Ludivine's past was revealed, Brave didn't shirk away from comforting the Elezen, and their friendship has held steady even through the roughest of times.

: <font style="color:#C24640;" size="3">●</font> [[Edda Vincents]] - The young girl with an attitude, Ludivine and Edda matched wits in a scathing way when the two met through mutual friends. Ludivine considers the girl mostly harmless, but since their first meeting it was clear the two would never see eye to eye. The two rarely meet, and the conversation shared between them - if any - is full of cold threats.

: <font style="color:#C24640;" size="3">●</font> [[Flynt Reddard]] - An obnoxious man Ludivine met while she was tending to some girls that were living on the streets of Ul'dah. Despite the Elezen's attempts to ignore the Hyur, Flynt made the impression of being someone who simply could not shut up. At the very least, he was memorable, though Ludivine seems glad she has not crossed paths with him since.
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==Character==
===General===
:Cassandra is 19 years old. She has recently begun her training as an Summoner. However, she's not disciplined, nor is she a particularly good student. Instead, her proficiency seems to stem more from her propensity for the art rather than her dedication to it. Much of her time is also spent exploring Limsa Lominsa and it's outskirts, all of which are new to her.

===Appearance===
:Cassandra is quite dainty, standing at 5'4", with a slim figure. Her black hair, unblemished porcelain skin and violet eyes are have gotten her in and out of trouble many times. She's well aware of her beauty and the effect it has on others, something she has often used to her advantage. That said, she doesn't enjoy being the center of attention, and as such she rarely dresses in revealing or provocative clothes, preferring instead a more discrete style.

===Personality===
:Cassandra is not the most approachable of people. She appreciates manners and acts accordingly, but she also sees politeness as a way to keep people at arm's length. The irreverence that is common at her age often shines through the veil of formality though. While rarely outright rude or insulting, she instead employs sarcasm or aloofness to deal with those she finds unpleasant, or simply to mess with them, if she's in the mood for it. Indeed, a part of Cassandra seems to take great pleasure in creating mischief. She has a penchant for making inflammatory remarks, and the fact that she's brutally honest doesn't help matters. It's from that very same part of her that her dark sense of humor is derived. Said humor takes shape not only as schadenfreude but also in the form of inappropriate jokes.

:While it may simply seem as though she has a chip on her shoulder, she's well aware of the effect she has on people, and her attitude is more often than not a premeditated way to avoid letting people get close. Some have said that beneath that somewhat rough surface lies a soft center. While not immediately apparent, her warmth can be observed in the way she deals with all manner of small creatures.

===Beliefs and Motivations===

:Cassandra is not fond of religion. A firm believer in free will, she scorns the notion of fate. She does however believe that there's a purpose and a reason for everything and everyone, even if her actions might at times seem nihilistic. Her sense of morality appears to be somewhat flexible, that which she considers acceptable doesn't always coincide with the law. That said, she has no tolerance for those who in some way harm those she considers innocent, who she is quite passionate about defending.

:Her one true motivation is power. She seeks power, not for the sake of ruling over others but as a means of independence, she hates relying on anyone else and she's willing to go to great lengths to avoid doing so.

==Biography==
===1558-1568===

====Emily====

:Cassandra Lachance was born Emily Miller, daughter of Edwin Miller and Bridget Haurtelle, aged 40 and 49, respectively. They both appeared to be about the same age since Bridget was part-Elezen. Emily’s father, Edwin, was an easy-going, good-natured man. His friendly disposition contrasted with his burly, rough appearance. A carpenter by trade, and a prominent member of his community, Edwin appeared to be far more well-connected than your average craftsman. His work took up more and more of his time as his daughter grew up; for that reason, the girl's childhood memories of her father are few and far between.

:Emily's mother however, was an ever-present figure in her life - perhaps too present. Being an only child, Emily was treated like royalty, but that also meant that she was extremely sheltered. Edwin provided his loved ones with everything they needed and more - everything except his presence. Bridget grew more protective with each passing year, assuming the role of her daughter's tutor as well, and soon the girl was living like a prisoner. Emily was 'too good’, ‘too delicate’ to play with other children. She was 'too smart for them', she 'didn't need friends', according to the strict woman. After all, Emily had her mother, and what else could a young girl need? Edwin never quite agreed with his wife’s approach to parenting, but he ultimately believed that she had nothing but good intentions, and he was far too absent to realize how much the girl was being affected.

===1568-1572===

====Beyond the Hill====

:Emily was 10 years old when she first escaped. It was just after lunch time and she was sitting on the window-sill, feeling the warm spring breeze, listening to the rustling of the leaves. Her mother had her on a tight schedule, part of a strict lesson plan that she would draw up every week. Even though it was barely past noon, Emily already knew how the rest of her day would be spent - the rest of her week, even. The girl hopped out into the yard and made her way to the fence. She stood on the tip of her toes, peering out towards the forest. There was a small hill off in the distance, and it occurred to her that she'd never seen what was beyond the hill. She knew of geography, she knew the names of the places that laid east and west, north and south. Though she didn't care for history, her mother had made sure to hammer into her head what had happened in all of those places, why it happened, and a myriad of other facts that the girl knew; simply because she had to know. She didn't "want" to know those facts, however - she just wanted to know what was beyond that hill. And so she hopped over the fence, and ran.

:It was dark when Emily made her way back home. She'd been hiding, listening as people looked for her. Her mother had already called for help, fearing for her poor, fragile daughter who - after finding out what was on the other side of the hill and the hill after that one - spent the better part of the afternoon hiding from her would-be rescuers, finding the whole affair immensely entertaining. The punishment that followed wasn't quite as fun. Later, as she laid on her bed with a sore bottom and an empty stomach after being send to her room without a meal, Emily gazed out towards the sky through her bedroom window with a smile on her face, the memory of her little adventure making everything else fade into the background.

:The adventure would be the first of many. The punishments increased in severity at first, but the girl was not dissuaded. Edwin, despite his wife's constant protests, did little to convince the girl that she should be more careful. Like Emily, he seemed to see it as a game, and a much needed respite for the girl. And so it became a habit. A habit that Bridget refused to accept, but she eventually got tired of punishing her daughter, and simply made up for it with longer lessons and harder tests.

====The Lies====

:Despite her mother’s strict nature, Emily still loved her. Her relationship with her father, while friendly, was also more distant. Edwin hadn't been there to tell the girl why people died, why the sun rose and set, or how babies were made. Bridget had been the one to answer all the whys and hows, she'd been the emotional anchor throughout her childhood. Which was the reason why, when Bridget started poisoning her daughter's head with stories about her father, the girl listened. After all, Emily had heard their arguments late at night, when Edwin would arrive after her bed time, and Bridget would pester him about how late he was, or how she needed money to purchase more books, more clothes for their daughter. Emily didn't realize at the time how unreasonable, how mad Bridget's demands were. She only had her mother's side of the story, after all, and the woman slowly managed to convince the girl that her father spent most of his time away chasing other women, even going as far as telling Emily that he was in reality a criminal.

===1572===

====That Night====

:The relationship between Emily and her father, which barely existed in the first place, gradually soured over the years, thanks to the web of lies that Bridget had woven. There was a clear line drawn between the family. On one side stood Bridget, the tireless, loving mother who did her best to raise her daughter; and Emily, who was quickly growing into a young woman. On the other side of the line was Edwin, the absent father. The gaps left by his absence were filled by Bridget's words, twisting the girl's perception of the man.

:As the rift between the family members grew and lead to more conflict, so had the Shroud been engulfed in darkness, the Garlean invasion of the Sylphlands was in full swing. They didn't venture far into the Shroud at first, aside from a few scouting parties. The Sylphs took the brunt of the attack though, and as the Sylphs suffered, the Shroud itself seemed to react to the presence of the Garleans. At the height of the invasion, Garlean juggernauts rained fire on the shroud, tearing the forests apart.

:One night, Emily awoke to her parents yelling at each other. That in itself wasn’t unusual, but the intensity of their argument was such that it prompted the girl to take a closer listen. She got up out of bed and crept her way to the doorway that led to the living room, peeking in. Her father was transfigured. He seemed blind with rage, his tall, muscular frame looming threateningly over her mother, who seemed to shrink before him, cowering in fear.

:Emily stepped into the room, tentatively approaching her parents as the fight went on. She tried to speak up, but it was as though she wasn’t even there. The scene was so shocking that the girl barely even realized what they were arguing about at all. All she could understand was that her father wasn’t himself. Time seemed to gradually slow down as she watched. Edwin leaned in, his yelling reducing Bridget to a trembling, sobbing mess. The woman pleaded with him, but his only response was to raise his hand. A knife sat on the table. Her father’s closed fist descended upon Bridget. Emily took the knife.

:The room immediately went quiet. The silence would last only a second, being replaced by a guttural, haunting gurgling sound, as Edwin tried to gasp for air and scream in pain all at once. He was unable to do either, however, with the blade stuck in his neck, blood flowing freely from the wound. The large man fell to his knees, his eyes wide, looking up at his daughter in desperation. Emily froze. She simply watched as her father’s life ended. Even though he couldn’t speak, his eyes pleaded with his daughter. With the last of his strength, Edwin raised his hand up and placed it on the girl’s cheek, gently stroking it for the briefest of moments before he collapsed in a pool of his own blood.

===="You'll bury it."====

:“Look what you’ve done now, Emily...”, her mother said in a disdainful tone, breaking the silence, all weakness gone from her voice. “You need to fix it. Get rid of it.” Her daughter didn’t answer. She barely even /heard/ Bridget. The older woman began to clean the blood, soaking it up with towels, which she would later burn. Emily finally seemed to begin to slip out of her catatonic state, “It?” – the girl asked, her voice barely audible.

:“It. It’s a body now. ''He'' is gone. ''This'' is just flesh and bone. If anyone finds it, they’ll kill you too.”

:“I killed dad.” – Emily spoke. Her mouth was completely dry, the words sounding as though they’d clawed their way out of the girl’s throat.

:“You did. And now you’ll bury it.”, Bridget responded bluntly. She then brought Edwin’s tool cart into the house. She emptied it out completely. It was easily big enough to fit a man. And so, after wrapping a towel tightly around his neck and tying it with a rope to avoid spilling any more blood, Bridget dragged her late husband, along with a shovel into the enclosure and covered the cart with a black cloth.

:Emily knew most of the Shroud like the back of her hand. It had been nearly four years since she’d begun exploring it, and she’d become well acquainted with its paths and shortcuts. She knew the places to avoid, and even where all the guards were posted. She could easily have found a safe place to bury her father. Somewhere ‘where no one will find him’, as her mother had demanded. Emily could’ve, and yet she didn’t. Instead, she found herself making her way to the Lifemend Stump. It was rumoured among Gridanians that Moogles sometimes fixed objects left on the stump, and though Emily couldn’t simply leave her father’s body lying there in open air, she could bury him nearby. And so she buried the body and, after thoroughly cleaning the murder weapon, she left it on the trunk, hoping that the Moogles would get the message.

:It was almost dawn when the girl returned home. She was covered in dirt, her hands were numb, the skin raw, her nimble body hurting all over. And despite that, she felt nothing. She felt nothing, she said nothing, she seemed to ''be'' nothing. Nothing but a shell of a girl, sitting in a corner of her room while her mother spent the day sending guards on a wild goose chase, searching for her husband who hadn’t come back home.

====Revelations====

:Emily might not have kept herself alive if it wasn’t for the unlikely hope that the Moogles would somehow bring her father back. So she spent days, weeks journeying to the Lifemend Stump, begging for help. Begging the Moogles, the Sylphs, the forest, the Twelve. And every day, she grew more desperate. Meanwhile, the town had grown accustomed to the idea that Edwin was gone for good. Everyone would tell little Emily what a good man he was whenever they saw her. She’d known him only as an absent father, so it was all a revelation for her. Yet, despite her growing admiration, every time someone sang the praises of Edwin her heart sank in her chest.

:Little by little, the young girl stopped going out to her father’s resting place, and spent more of her time listening to the townspeople. Everyone would talk to her and try to make her feel better. And all of them had nothing but wonderful things to say about Edwin Miller. Carpentry was his craft, but certainly not his main occupation, it seemed. Emily learned about how her father dedicated his time to helping the community, reaching out to those in need, offering his labor and often more than that.

:All the while, Bridget played the role of the grieving widow. But Emily knew better. She saw how her mother’s expression and demeanor changed behind closed doors, when she wasn’t trying to get everyone’s sympathy. The girl soon came to a painful conclusion. Bridget hadn’t grown to despise her husband due to the amount of time he spent away. In reality, he stayed away because of how much he seemed to be despised at home. Not only by his wife, but his daughter as well.

:Weeks passed as Emily grieved and rediscovered the father that, as she came to understand, she’d never gotten to meet. With that knowledge, came a renewed disdain for her mother, with whom she had fights that bordered on physical violence. Bridget invented lies to cover up the other lies, she kept victimizing herself, and trying to make it appear as though Edwin wasn’t worthy of all the recognition. But even though Emily could see past all of that, she couldn’t deal with her mother’s trump card. The fact that it was his daughter who killed him. That she was responsible. Guilty. And that guilt, the girl took all of it entirely upon her shoulders.

:It was pointless to fight, Emily eventually realized. The girl felt completely tired. Tired of the myriad of lies and secrets that her mother threw at her whenever they’d fight. Tired of the guilt. Tired of life. And though her visits to the Lifemend Stump didn’t stop, she had no illusions about it anymore. Her father was gone. And she’d never even known him at all. The knife was still there, lying on the stump. The girl often thought of simply taking it and with it ending her mother’s life, and then her own.

===0-5===

====The Plan====

:If not for Edwin, the girl’s thoughts might have come to fruition. After all, he was her only reason to live. To try to make things right. To do for others, as her father had, whatever she could, and hopefully one day atone for her crime. She could never be good, but perhaps she could /do/ some good. Emily knew, however, that she would never be able to go through with any of it with her mother keeping a tight leash on her. Nor could she do it without any money. It was then that it dawned on her. She would take what was rightfully hers.

:It would be an understatement to say that Bridget Haurtelle was a distrustful person. So distrustful, that she dismissed the services of Edwin’s faithful retainer just as soon as the townspeople came to accept that the man was gone for good. The considerable sum of money was promptly stashed within a vault in the house, bags upon bags of gil piled on top of each other. Emily had found out the combination by chance, but money was the last thing on her mind until she had her epiphany. It would require being deceptive, but she was her mother’s daughter after all. Plus, Bridget deserved it, and worse, in the girl’s eyes.

:Emily sought out her father’s old retainer and inquired about hiring his services. She knew there was no love lost between him and her mother, especially after she’d so brashly demanded him to hand over Edwin’s savings. Emily was fourteen at the time. She obviously had no source of income, so the man knew exactly where the money would be coming from. Still, he accepted to safeguard the money, and asked no questions.

:The plan would require the girl to put on a façade of acceptance and sympathy towards her mother. She tried her best to make it believable. Little by little, she stopped arguing with Bridget and began trying to show concern for the woman, eventually returning to their usual routine. There was one simple change, however. With each of Emily’s usual ventures out into the woods, she snuck out a small pouch of money. On her way back, she would bring back a pouch of rocks that she would later use to replace coins in the vault. She would make sure to place the fake money pouches at the bottom of the pile. It was slow. It took time. Moons, in fact, spent lying to her mother.

:It got to a point where even the retainer told Emily to stop, to leave before her mother found out. By then, she’d already had snuck out enough money to live comfortably for the rest of her days. But it wasn’t enough. Not that greed motivated her, she cared little for money. In fact, she had little notion of how big a fortune she was amassing. But she knew it was the result of her father’s work. And if it was up to her, her mother wouldn’t get her hands on any of it.

:Unsurprisingly, the young girl ended up getting caught, right in the act. It was so blatant in fact, that Emily didn’t even try to make it look like she was doing anything other than stealing. She simply told Bridget, “I’m taking what is mine. I’m taking it, and I’m leaving, for good.” Her mother, while initially furious, quickly seemed to forgive her and tried to talk her into staying. For moments, Bridget’s words seemed to work, making her daughter feel guilty for even considering abandoning the poor old widow. But Emily remembered. Emily remembered her mother’s cold words on that night. She’d never forget them, and the desire to get away from all of it was stronger than anything else.

:Emily stood her ground. Her decision was made. Seeing her daughter’s determination, Bridget’s stance changed completely. Seconds earlier, she seemed like a weak old woman, but suddenly she was cursing and threatening her daughter. The girl, taken aback by the sudden change and already having made her choice, simply turned her back on her mother. “I’ll tell them.”, the old woman threatened. “I’ll tell them you did it. You murderer. They’ll hunt you down like a dog.” Emily was stunned. She looked back at her mother, to see the monster she’d first met on that fateful night. The girl froze in place, anger and fear getting the best of her. Her mother’s words weighed heavily on her. And though she was then more certain than ever that she needed to leave, the choice took on a graver meaning. If she left, she’d be a fugitive. Everyone would see her as the girl who killed her father. She’d never be able to convince anyone. Who would they believe, after all? The frail, grieving widow, or the rebellious runaway girl? Regardless, in the end, the choice was already made.

====“Goodbye mother.”====

:Emily made one last stop, before leaving home for good. Nearly a year after her father’s death, she stood at his resting place. She wished she could take the time to give him a proper burial, instead of leaving him buried by Lifemend Stump. She sat on it, by all the trinkets and knick-knacks people had left lying around, watching the trees that encircled the small clearing. She wondered if she’d ever see the Shroud again and whether her father was at peace. Whether he’d be proud of her. It didn’t seem likely to her. She wished she could just close her eyes and let it all end - the voice in her head, the guilt on her shoulders. Emily glanced at the knife she’d left among the other objects. She took it in her hand. It felt heavy.

:The girl left her mother, her father, her home, her life and even her name behind. She took with her the reminder of the worst day of her life, and the means to do anything she wanted. If she could only work out what that was.

====Between then and now====

:With no clear objective, and seeing as she had the means to do anything she wanted, Cassandra traveled the world. A broken world, as she would find out. And though she wanted to follow in her father’s footsteps and be charitable, there were far too many people in need. She couldn't possibly help all of them, her wealth wouldn’t be nearly enough. And even if it was, what would happen to her then?

:Cassandra would have to ''become'' someone. While she was staying in Limsa Lominsa, she developed an interest in the arcane arts and soon after began her training, eventually becoming a Summoner.

===5===

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:While training in Limsa Lominsa, Cassandra bumped into a Duskwight named [[Ludivine Goultard]]. Attracted by the woman's carefree demeanor, Cass quickly befriended her. The two shared quite a few drunken nights and their relationship eventually developed into romance.

:Despite Cassandra's hesitation to rely on other people, she eventually realized that she wouldn't be able to go that far on her own. In order to improve her abilities, she would need to work with other people. With that in mind, Cass became a member of the Free Wing Society.

:Cassandra's took up residence in the Lavender Beds, at the company's headquarters. Although her duties force her to frequently travel to Limsa Lominsa, and despite the need to stay out of sight of the Wood Wailers, the girl enjoyed sharing a house with other people. Ludivine eventually moved in with her, and for the first time in years Cassandra felt like she had a home.

:Now that she had a home, Cassandra decided to get a puppy. The girl had always dreamed of it, but she'd never felt as though her life was stable enough to care for a pet the way she would like to. She enlisted Ludivine's help in searching for someone who would offer or sell them a pet. She ended up finding a flyer in Ul'dah, posted by [[Rhea Zaheela]]. The Miqo'te apparently had found a wolf pup that she wanted to get rid of. Cass immediately became enamored and took the puppy to his new home. Ludivine and Cassandra named him Ruffles. Though he was quite a handful, Ruffles never failed to cheer up his owners with his energetic disposition.</div>

:Under construction. :)

==Combat==
===General===
:Cassandra isn't a skilled fighter, nor is she physically strong, and she knows it. While she's well aware of her weakness, she certainly doesn't enjoy showing it to others, and as such she does her best to avoid physical confrontation. Despite this, having spent a few years traveling on her own, Cassandra is no stranger to violence and is rarely without a concealed blade.

:Although her magical abilities are still fairly limited, Cassandra shows promise as a Summoner.

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==Tendencies==
===Likes===
:* Animals, nature in general
:* Good conversation, particularly if it involves discussing opposing viewpoints
:* Chocolate

===Dislikes===
:* Bigots and zealots (of the religious type in particular).
:* Showing weakness of any kind
:* Spiders

===Hobbies/Talents===
:* Reading
:* Travelling, exploring
:* Pampering her pets

===Other===
:* She's considerably wealthy. While she doesn't go around sharing that information with others, she makes no effort to hide it either.
:* Being frequently on the outside, Cassandra has become quite observant about the behavior of others.
:* When she's concentrating on something, she often can't help but to mumble to herself. Her mumblings can range from the non-sensical to the inappropriate, causing some embarrassment.

==Relationships==
===Family===

:'''Edwin Miller''' - Her father, killed during the calamity.

:'''Bridget Haurtelle''' - Mother. Aside from the fact that she's alive, there's very little that Cassandra seems to be willing to share about her mother.

===Friends===
:[[Ludivine Goultard]] - Cassandra met Ludivine not long after getting settled in Limsa Lominsa, and the Elezen has captured a piece of her heart.

:[[Ennara Calian]] - Upon joining the Free Wing Society, Cassandra immediately struck up a friendship with the Highlander, which soon developed into something more. However, they're currently just close friends.

:[[Katiti Kati]] - Most of Cassandra's time spent with the Lalafell has consisted of heated arguments bordering on insults. Either through a mutual enjoyment of bickering, or due to the respect they developed for each other along the way, they have slowly become good friends.

===Enemies===
:For obvious reasons, she's not fond of the Garlean Empire.

===PC Comments===
:* "Miss Cassandra? I can't imagine being able to manipulate Primal aether the way she does. She makes it look easy! Ah, I'd be careful around the fiery one though, I think it has a temper." - [[Locke Rinannis]]

:* "She's very silly when drunk! It was quite adorable! That aside, she's a wonderful employee thus far. I would recommend her if ever she went out and about for other work as well." - [[Lilithium Altair]]

:* "Just a kid...but already so deep in my heart. I love her, an' if you know what that means, you'll know there's nothin' more for words to say." - [[Ludivine Goultard]]

:* "I see potential, behind that veil of pervasive annoyance. Seriously, the woman has little idea where the line is drawn, and while that's admirable in some cases, overstepping the line is not advisable." - [[V'lanya Mei]]

:* "We got off to a bit of a shaky start, but I think with time we could become close! She may not enjoy showing it at times, but I think she cares a lot about others, and she is hilarious when she's drunk!" - [[Liliro Liro]]

:* "A lovely heart and a pretty face. I get the impression that she deeply cares about the world around her. Maybe a little young in spirit." - [[Chokho Viqqoh]]

==History/Timeline==

:After leaving home, she eventually settled in Limsa Lominsa, to begin her training as an Summoner.

==OOC Information==

:Please note that Cassandra's backstory goes beyond what you can see here. I tried to post only what I intend to her to eventually reveal to her friends. That said, for obvious reasons she will keep much of it a secret ICly.

:Feel free to add to the 'PC Comments' section.

:My thanks to: [[Deirdre Ta'ea]] for creating the template I've used; my good friend [[Ludivine Goultard]] for Cassandra's portrait; and [[Rhea Zaheela]] for Ruffles' drawing.