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<div align=center><div style="font-size:55px;letter-spacing:0.2em;color:#9EA1A9;font-family:Palatino;text-shadow: 1px 1px 5px silver">CURAN NORREMITORE</div></div>
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<font style="padding:0px 5px; font-size:12px;color:#948d8a;font-family:Georgia;letter-spacing:0.2em;text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px silver">■</font> <font style="font-size:12px;color:#5F5F5F;font-family:Georgia;letter-spacing:0.2em;text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px silver">'''BIRTH NAME:'''</font> <font style="font-family:Georgia;"> Curan Norremitore </font>

<font style="padding:0px 5px; font-size:12px;color:#948d8a;font-family:Georgia;letter-spacing:0.2em;text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px silver">■</font> <font style="font-size:12px;color:#5F5F5F;font-family:Georgia;letter-spacing:0.2em;text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px silver">'''TITLES:'''</font> <font style="font-family:Georgia;"> Ser, Liaison to the Eorzean Relief Alliance</font>

<font style="padding:0px 5px; font-size:12px;color:#948d8a;font-family:Georgia;letter-spacing:0.2em;text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px silver">■</font> <font style="font-size:12px;color:#5F5F5F;font-family:Georgia;letter-spacing:0.2em;text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px silver">'''RACE:'''</font> <font style="font-family:Georgia;"> Wildwood Elezen </font>

<font style="padding:0px 5px; font-size:12px;color:#948d8a;font-family:Georgia;letter-spacing:0.2em;text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px silver">■</font> <font style="font-size:12px;color:#5F5F5F;font-family:Georgia;letter-spacing:0.2em;text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px silver">'''AGE & NAMEDAY:'''</font> <font style="font-family:Georgia;">27; 31<sup>st</sup> Sun of the 3<sup>rd</sup> Astral Moon</font>

<font style="padding:0px 5px; font-size:12px;color:#948d8a;font-family:Georgia;letter-spacing:0.2em;text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px silver">■</font> <font style="font-size:12px;color:#5F5F5F;font-family:Georgia;letter-spacing:0.2em;text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px silver">'''ORIENTATION:'''</font> <font style="font-family:Georgia;padding:0px 5px;">Heterosexual</font>

<font style="padding:0px 5px; font-size:12px;color:#948d8a;font-family:Georgia;letter-spacing:0.2em;text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px silver">■</font> <font style="font-size:12px;color:#5F5F5F;font-family:Georgia;letter-spacing:0.2em;text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px silver">'''MARITAL STATUS:'''</font> <font style="font-family:Georgia;padding:0px 5px;">Unmarried </font>

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<div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #3A4358;font-size:14px;color:#B0B3BC;font-family:Georgia;text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px black;letter-spacing:0.15em;"><center>'''OTHER STATISTICS'''</center></div></span></h3>
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<font style="padding:0px 5px; font-size:12px;color:#948d8a;font-family:Georgia;letter-spacing:0.2em;text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px silver">■</font> <font style="font-size:12px;color:#5F5F5F;font-family:Georgia;letter-spacing:0.2em;text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px silver">'''NATIONALITY:'''</font> <font style="font-family:Georgia;"> Ishgardian</font>

<font style="padding:0px 5px; font-size:12px;color:#948d8a;font-family:Georgia;letter-spacing:0.2em;text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px silver">■</font> <font style="font-size:12px;color:#5F5F5F;font-family:Georgia;letter-spacing:0.2em;text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px silver">'''CURRENT RESIDENCE:'''</font> <font style="font-family:Georgia;">The Goblet, Ward 3, Plot 7 (ERA estate)</font>

<font style="padding:0px 5px; font-size:12px;color:#948d8a;font-family:Georgia;letter-spacing:0.2em;text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px silver">■</font> <font style="font-size:12px;color:#5F5F5F;font-family:Georgia;letter-spacing:0.2em;text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px silver">'''PATRON DEITY:'''</font> <font style="font-family:Georgia;">Halone, the Fury</font>

<font style="padding:0px 5px; font-size:12px;color:#948d8a;font-family:Georgia;letter-spacing:0.2em;text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px silver">■</font> <font style="font-size:12px;color:#5F5F5F;font-family:Georgia;letter-spacing:0.2em;text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px silver">'''HEIGHT & WEIGHT:'''</font> <font style="font-family:Georgia;padding:0px 5px;">6'6" Fulm; ~175 ponz</font>

<font style="padding:0px 5px; font-size:12px;color:#948d8a;font-family:Georgia;letter-spacing:0.2em;text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px silver">■</font> <font style="font-size:12px;color:#5F5F5F;font-family:Georgia;letter-spacing:0.2em;text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px silver">'''ALIGNMENT:'''</font> <font style="font-family:Georgia;">Neutral Good, [http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/NeutralGood].</font>
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[[Category:Wildwood_Elezen]]

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Daiyumi:

{{Infobox-character
| name = Mathieux Norremitore
| image = Matt_1.png
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| title =
| gender = Male
| citizenship = Ishgard
| race = Elezen
| clan = Wildwood
| stat_1 = Born
| stat_1_value = 9th Day of the 5th Umbral Moon
| stat_2 = Occupation
| stat_2_value = Knight of Ishgard
| stat_3 = Alignment
| stat_3_value = Lawful Neutral
| stat_4 = Favored Deity
| stat_4_value = Halone the Fury
| stat_5 =
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==<div style="padding:5px; background: #000000; box-shadow: inset -10px -5px 10px -1px #006600"><span style="font-size: 25px; color: #CCCCCC; font-family: Bookman Old Style;">Character</span></div>==

==<div style="padding:5px; background: #333333; box-shadow: inset -10px -5px 10px -1px #003300"><span style="font-size: 25px; color: #CCCCCC; font-family: Bookman Old Style;">General</span></div>==

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'''Speech'''-

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==<div style="padding:5px; background: #333333; box-shadow: inset -10px -5px 10px -1px #003300"><span style="font-size: 25px; color: #CCCCCC; font-family: Bookman Old Style;">Appearance</span></div>==

==<div style="padding:5px; background: #333333; box-shadow: inset -10px -5px 10px -1px #003300"><span style="font-size: 25px; color: #CCCCCC; font-family: Bookman Old Style;">Attire</span></div>==

==<div style="padding:5px; background: #000000; box-shadow: inset -10px -5px 10px -1px #006600"><span style="font-size: 25px; color: #CCCCCC; font-family: Bookman Old Style;">Combat</span></div>==

==<div style="padding:5px; background: #333333; box-shadow: inset -10px -5px 10px -1px #003300"><span style="font-size: 25px; color: #CCCCCC; font-family: Bookman Old Style;">((Sword and Shield...?))</span></div>==

==<div style="padding:5px; background: #333333; box-shadow: inset -10px -5px 10px -1px #003300"><span style="font-size: 25px; color: #CCCCCC; font-family: Bookman Old Style;">((Lance...?))</span></div>==

==<div style="padding:5px; background: #000000; box-shadow: inset -10px -5px 10px -1px #006600"><span style="font-size: 25px; color: #CCCCCC; font-family: Bookman Old Style;">Tendencies</span></div>==

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:<font style="color:#000000" size="3">■</font> Ishgard, and specifically, an austere little chapel just past the Steps of Faith
:<font style="color:#000000" size="3">■</font> Halone the Fury, his chosen deity
:<font style="color:#000000" size="3">■</font> Sylvaintel Sandoix, a mythical knight famed for his wisdom and honour
:<font style="color:#000000" size="3">■</font> Practicing his swordsmanship
:<font style="color:#000000" size="3">■</font> Dark Ishgardian ales, chilled water
:<font style="color:#000000" size="3">■</font> Hearty stews, cheeses, pastries

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:<font style="color:#000000" size="3">■</font> The Dravanian Horde, and any who favor the dragonkin
:<font style="color:#000000" size="3">■</font> Treachery and deceit
:<font style="color:#000000" size="3">■</font> Poor manners, when in any non-informal situation
:<font style="color:#000000" size="3">■</font> Hot spices, milk

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:<font style="color:#000000" size="3">■</font> Chocobo riding
:<font style="color:#000000" size="3">■</font> Swordsmanship and fighting with the lance

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==<div style="padding:5px; background: #000000; box-shadow: inset -10px -5px 10px -1px #006600"><span style="font-size: 25px; color: #CCCCCC; font-family: Bookman Old Style;">Relationships</span></div>==

: <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:#808080;" size="3">●</font> Neutral Standing     <font style="color:#C24640;" size="3">●</font> Poor Standing    <font style="color:#3333CC;" size="3">●</font> Wary    </center>

==<div style="padding:5px; background: #333333; box-shadow: inset -10px -5px 10px -1px #003300"><span style="font-size: 25px; color: #CCCCCC; font-family: Bookman Old Style;">Kin</span></div>==

'''Ser Lothaire Charlont Norremitore''' - The latest patriarch of House Norremitore, Lothaire has long ruled his household with a strong hand. Though once an energetic knight for the Holy See, in recent years Lothaire has settled into a pseudo-retirement, focused upon the stewardship of his family. With the death of his eldest son, he has sent his second son away from the frontlines, tasking him to study at the First Dicastrial Observatorium of Aetherial and Astrological Phenomena, ensuring that his grandson faces no opposition in his succession.

'''Lady Auriaune Tadeux''' - Ser Lothaire's wife and mother of Mathieux. Much like her spouse, she too comes from a minor family of little renown. With long red hair and a talent for the arts, the harp in particular, Auriaune has done much to bring some culture to the knightly house of Norremitore.

'''Ser Absolont Tybalt Norremitore''' - Tall and handsome, Ser Absolont was once a knight of increasing repute, a rising star within the ranks of House Haillenarte. Blessed with a genial demeanor that won him many friends amongst his peers and betters, and a talent with the sword rarely seen, Ser Absolont was a figure oft found in the thick of fights with the Dravanian Horde. The possibility of his brilliant rule was cut short when a great dragon descended upon his knights fournies, slaying many of the men under his command. Valiantly, Absolont charged, only to be consumed in the dragon's flames. He was survived by a young son, Isarfort, who stands to inherit House Norremitore in his place.

'''Lady Curilla Norremitore''' -

'''Ser Stephannoix Cainaux Norremitore''' - With a wit that cuts far sharper than any sword, Stephannoix showed little promise as a knight in his youth. It would be through his cunning upon the field that he would be honoured with knighthood. With his eldest brother's death, Stephannoix was instructed to enter service with the First Dicastrial Observatorium of Aetherial and Astrological Phenomena, something he willingly took up.

'''Lady Junienne Norremitore''' -

'''Ser Quentinaux Jeamont Norremitore''' -

'''Faustimont Yveaire Norremitore''' -

'''Lady Anastasie Norremitore''' -

'''Ser Haustefort Huniade''' - A knight of some small renown in the Ishgardian Crusade and Mathieux's mentor. For twenty years, he has led a growing knights banneret against the Dravanian Horde, and often to great success.

==<div style="padding:5px; background: #333333; box-shadow: inset -10px -5px 10px -1px #003300"><span style="font-size: 25px; color: #CCCCCC; font-family: Bookman Old Style;">Kith</span></div>==

[[Bexy Amalaryssia]] -

[[Sastra Mortier]] -

[[W'pondahl Amih]] -

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==<div style="padding:5px; background: #000000; box-shadow: inset -10px -5px 10px -1px #006600"><span style="font-size: 25px; color: #CCCCCC; font-family: Bookman Old Style;">History</span></div>==
Mathieux Salomont Norremitore was born the sixth child to Ser Lothaire and Lady Auriaune, the ruling couple of House Norremitore, a cadet brance of, and in service to, House Haillenarte of Ishgard, ruling over a tiny keep by the name of Crow's Crescent. As one of the younger children of Ser Lothaire, Mathieux was destined to inherit little of his father's limited estate, much of it destined to go to his eldest brother, Absolont. Though a stern patriarch of the clan, Ser Lothaire saw to it that young Mathieux was strongly encouraged to excel in his training, as it was through superior skill and talent alone that young Mathieux could gain any prominence. This lesson was one that Mathieux seemed to take to heart at a young age, excelling in the etiquette and cultural lessons his mother and other figures of House Haillenarte taught him. At the young age of eight, he was sent off to squire for a cousin of House Norremitore, Ser Haustefort Huniade.

An active veteran of the Crusades for over thirty years, Ser Haustefort was oft seen upon the frontlines in the war against the Dravanian Horde. Mathieux was quickly taught how to ride a chocobo, and soon was entrusted the responsibility of acting as a messenger for Ser Haustefort to the other commanding knights in the Ishgardian Army. At the age of fourteen, in recognition of the services he had rendered, Ser Haustefort took Mathieux on as his squire. With this honour came much more intense lessons in combat, and it was not uncommon for Mathieux to end the day bloody and beaten from sparring with the other squires. As Ser Haustefort's squire, he also served in the war against the dragons, seeing combat mere weeks after his promotion. Though the fierce scalekin and the flames they breathed unnerved the young man, Ser Haustefort's stern rebukes soon steeled Mathieux's resolve. So, too, did news of the death of his sister, Junienne, during a Dravanian raid upon his hometown, one of many civilian casualties of the Crusade. In time, Mathieux would learn how to fight with a great many arms, but it was with the traditional weapons - the lance, and the sword and shield - that Mathieux grew to prefer.

After just shy of four years of service with Ser Haustefort, Mathieux's loyalty and diligence were considered proven, and he was knighted upon the twenty-first sun of the first moon, now a sworn lance of the Holy See. The reality of how dangerous his new role was hit home within a year, for news arrived that his eldest brother, Ser Absolont, had been consumed in a dragon's fiery breath, leaving the inheritance of House Norremitore to his son, Isarfort, who was not yet six years of age. Though this traumatic event only served to further Mathieux's hatred of the dragonkin, the same could not be said of Mathieux's brother, Quentinaux. Viewing the fight with the Dravanian Horde with a nihilistic air, it was mere months later that Ser Quentinaux deserted the ranks of Ishgard, and soon it came to light that he was in active collaboration with the heretics to lay low the Holy See. Though initially in disbelief that his closest sibling could turn against his kith and kin, the evidence of Quentinaux's treason soon became too much to deny.

Any confrontation with his wayward sibling would wait, however, for Quentinaux had taken to hiding in the mountains of Abalathia's Spine, only leaving his refuge to sortie out in one of the countless pillaging attacks the Dravanian Horde took out upon the Holy See. Embittered by the lack of resolve to this fraternal conflict, Mathieux soon requested and was granted a lances fournies and tasked with the suppression of the heretical dissidents within Coerthas. Such was a role, leading a small band of soldiers, that Mathieux undertook with a certain vengeful zeal, overseeing and participating in several raids against suspected heretical holdouts. His diligence would pay off three years later, and in a bloody and brutal clash with Quentinaux, Mathieux would slay his brother, absolving him of his sins by the sword. With his house's honour restored, Mathieux would relinquish control over the lances fournies, returning into the direct retinue of Ser Haustefort as he continued his role in the Holy Crusade.

It would only be after eight years of nearly continuous service to the Holy See as a sworn knight that Mathieux was granted extended leave, and in recognition of his service to Ishgard, he was granted permission to cross the borders into Gridania, and beyond. Though he returns often to Ishgard, and often takes up his sword and lance against the Dravanian Horde while there, it is not uncommon to find Mathieux now amongst the city-states of Gridania, Limsa Lominsa, and Ul'dah now. Of late, he has often been seen in the company of a particular miqo'te, [[Bexy Amalaryssia]], and it is rumored the two are lovers.

==<div style="padding:5px; background: #000000; box-shadow: inset -10px -5px 10px -1px #006600"><span style="font-size: 25px; color: #CCCCCC; font-family: Bookman Old Style;">Timeline</span></div>==

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=='''Commonly Heard Rumours'''==

=='''Lesser Heard Rumours'''==

=='''Rarely Heard Rumours'''==

=='''PC Rumours'''==

(Feel free to add!)

==<div style="padding:5px; background: #000000; box-shadow: inset -10px -5px 10px -1px #006600"><span style="font-size: 25px; color: #CCCCCC; font-family: Bookman Old Style;">Other Notes</span></div>==

Template from [[Bexy Amalaryssia]]!

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Daiyumi:

[[category:Player Character]]

{{Infobox-character
| name = Bexy Amalaryssia
| image = Bexy Amalaryssia 20 01 2014 12 49 05.png
| title = Bexy Amalaryssia, at sunrise.
| gender = Female
| citizenship = Currently unaffiliated, in the past Gridania.
| race = Miqo'te
| clan = Seeker Of The Sun
| stat_1 = Namesday
| stat_1_value = 4th Sun of the 4th Umbral Moon.
| stat_2 = Occupation
| stat_2_value = Watchwoman at the Bronze Lake resort / Barmaid at the Kindred House.
| stat_3 = Age
| stat_3_value = 25
| stat_4 = Residence
| stat_4_value = Camp Bronze Lake/The Goblet
| stat_5 = Server
| stat_5_value = Balmung
| stat_6 = Last Updated
| stat_6_value = 14/4/14

}}

==<div style="padding:5px; background: #000000; box-shadow: inset -10px -5px 10px -1px #FFFFFF"><span style="font-size: 25px; color: #CCCCCC; font-family: Book Antiqua;">Character</span></div>==
Bexy is, for the most part, a polite and well mannered Miqo'te who enjoys exploring. She is loyal to those she holds dear, being equally defensive of them should they be threatened. She is observant, kind in most cases, and not often one to shy away from those in need. Her naivety can prove to be her downfall on many an occasion, as well as her habit of being too quick to trust others. In short, she is usually easy to get along with should she be approached. She works as a Watchwoman at Bronze Lake, as well as a barmaid in the house in the Goblet, for the Kindred, as well as aiding them in other duties. Up until recently, she also took on mercenary work, but maintaining a stable lifestyle has allowed her to phase it out from her life, although she does consider going back.

==<div style="padding:5px; background: #333333; box-shadow: inset -10px -5px 10px -1px #FFFFFF"><span style="font-size: 25px; color: #CCCCCC; font-family: Book Antiqua;">General</span></div>==

'''Full Name''' - Bexy Amalaryssia

'''Pronunciation''' - Beck-see Ah-mah-lah-ree-sah

'''Height''' - Just shy of 5 Fulms, 4 Ilms

'''Weight''' - 115 Ponz

'''Hair Colour''' - Dusty Black

'''Eye Colour''' - Amethyst Purple

'''Skin Colour''' - Pale with a hint of peach.

'''Religion''' - Azeyma, The Warden (Greater), And Halone, The Fury (Lesser)

'''Laterality''' - Ambidextrous, but favours her right hand.

'''Sexuality''' - Heterosexual

==<div style="padding:5px; background: #333333; box-shadow: inset -10px -5px 10px -1px #FFFFFF"><span style="font-size: 25px; color: #CCCCCC; font-family: Book Antiqua;">Behaviour</span></div>==

'''Speech'''- Bexy speaks far more eloquently than is expected of her race, often using more complex language than average, on top of being remarkably polite. Her voice carries a refined accent, and the tone is smooth with a slightly higher pitch. The reason as to why her speech differs from others lies in her upbringing. As she did not spend a terrible amount of time with her mother and sister, she often both trained and spoke with the Elezen guards that surrounded her home. As such, their mannerisms of speech left quite the impression with her.

'''Mind'''- Quite mature, but with varying degrees of intelligence. She isn't dim by anyone's standards, but on many occasions she can be found to be quite naive, being too quick to trust or believe the words of others she hardly knows. If she does have reason to be wary, however, she won't hesitate to keep them at arms length. She has made great effort trying to be strong, but should it best her, her mental state would dwindle rapidly.

'''Emotions'''- Being a veritable whirlwind of emotions at the best of times, she is an avid worrier, forever deep in thought and with concern of the safety of others. She does make great attempt to remain optimistic, however such can be so easily turned by the wrong words, or a more negative topic in conversation. Else, she appears to be contented and smiling, especially when those she holds close are near to her, and a glass of brandy in hand.

==<div style="padding:5px; background: #333333; box-shadow: inset -10px -5px 10px -1px #FFFFFF"><span style="font-size: 25px; color: #CCCCCC; font-family: Book Antiqua;">Appearance</span></div>==
Bexy stands at the far taller end for a Miqo'te, even taller than the occasional Hyur. She has long black hair she often ties into plaits, which reaches just past her shoulders. Her long tail is neatly brushed, as is the rest of her fur. Her skin is smooth and well looked after, being strangely pale for a Seeker, but it has tinted some with her long hours in the sun. She has deep purple eyes, which combined with her pale complexion and dark hair can often have others to confuse her as a Keeper, of which she does not terribly mind. As for scars and marks, her legs have a few, faint lines on them, mostly from general exploration, whilst a faint scar remains on her side from her sisters assault. The latter is less visible due to the amount of aetheric aid it received.

==<div style="padding:5px; background: #333333; box-shadow: inset -10px -5px 10px -1px #FFFFFF"><span style="font-size: 25px; color: #CCCCCC; font-family: Book Antiqua;">Attire</span></div>==
Being rather particular and and fussy with her clothing, Bexy tends to have an outfit for most occasions depending on the circumstances. If casual, she will wear light, baggy clothing, most often her favorite shirt fashioned after the attire of a bard. If walking or involved in more physically demanding activities, she will opt for tight fitting and light clothes as to not hinder her movement. She generally prefers black clothing above all else, however can be seen mixing in a little colour every now and then. She often wears jewelry to match her attires, owning many a different pair of coloured earrings. As for makeup, whilst lipstick is mostly only for an occasion, she is seldom seen without her eyeshadow, often being a purple, blue, grey or white hue.

==<div style="padding:5px; background: #000000; box-shadow: inset -10px -5px 10px -1px #FFFFFF"><span style="font-size: 25px; color: #CCCCCC; font-family: Book Antiqua;">Combat</span></div>==
Bexy is versed in the ways of combat, more specifically, in archery. She is quick on her feet, agile and evasive, opting to keep her foes at a distance, and herself at a vantage point. Her lithe frame however offers little support for attacks in close proximity, unable to take heavy hits and still remain able to fight. She prefers conflicts to pass without the need for bloodshed, however should she feel the need to, she will not hesitate to take up arms to defend those dear to her. If irked, she does have a more swift response, and certainly suffers from an itchy trigger finger should the mood take her.

==<div style="padding:5px; background: #333333; box-shadow: inset -10px -5px 10px -1px #FFFFFF"><span style="font-size: 25px; color: #CCCCCC; font-family: Book Antiqua;">Archery</span></div>==
As is the case with most archers, Bexy is very fond of her bow. Hers is unique in the sense it is fashioned after a relic from eras past, and although unknown to her at first, the bow belonged to her father, who was fond of age old trinkets and treasures. This bow, ornate, white, and adorned with red and gold, is of the longbow variant. Most see this to be unusual; Miqo'te are scarcely seen with them, often opting for shortbows to suit their smaller frames. Bexy, however, being trained by Elezen and being on the far taller side of a Miqo'te herself, finds this suits her much better. She is, however, well versed in both variants. She is incredibly attached to her bow, and it does not often leave her side. She occasionally plays the harp that sits on top of it.

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Aether is not something Bexy is terribly versed in, only really able to fire the occasional wind or fire aether enchanted arrow. She cannot sense it terribly well, and even finds travel with aetheryites to be a strain, often feeling uneasy or nauseous after use. However, she has a great desire to learn the ways of it, especially regarding healing.

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:<font style="color:#000000" size="3">■</font> La Noscea
:<font style="color:#000000" size="3">■</font> The Sun
:<font style="color:#000000" size="3">■</font> Elezen
:<font style="color:#000000" size="3">■</font> Walks
:<font style="color:#000000" size="3">■</font> Exploring

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:<font style="color:#000000" size="3">■</font> Gin
:<font style="color:#000000" size="3">■</font> Lettuce
:<font style="color:#000000" size="3">■</font> Thunderstorms
:<font style="color:#000000" size="3">■</font> Crowds
:<font style="color:#000000" size="3">■</font> Male Highlanders
:<font style="color:#000000" size="3">■</font> Scalekin

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:<font style="color:#000000" size="3">■</font> Archery
:<font style="color:#000000" size="3">■</font> Harp
:<font style="color:#000000" size="3">■</font> Walking
:<font style="color:#000000" size="3">■</font> Sunbathing
:<font style="color:#000000" size="3">■</font> Drinking

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:<font style="color:#000000" size="3">■</font> '''Favourite Food/Drink''': Strawberries and Honey Brandy
:<font style="color:#000000" size="3">■</font> '''Favourite Place''': The Burning Wall, Thanalan
:<font style="color:#000000" size="3">■</font> '''Favorite Weather''': Sunshine. She is also fond of light snow.
:<font style="color:#000000" size="3">■</font> '''Favorite Season''': Summer
:<font style="color:#000000" size="3">■</font> '''Favorite Color''': Sky Blue
:<font style="color:#000000" size="3">■</font> '''Favorite Scents''': Roses, Honey.
:<font style="color:#000000" size="3">■</font> '''Favorite Animal''': Fireflies
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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:#808080;" size="3">●</font> Neutral Standing     <font style="color:#C24640;" size="3">●</font> Poor Standing    <font style="color:#3333CC;" size="3">●</font> Wary    </center>

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: <font style="color:#F02311;" size="3">♥</font> [[Mathieux Norremitore]] : Bexy's "Significant Other". An Ishgardian Knight whom she promptly fell for shortly after meeting. She is smitten with him, and speaks of him often in his absence. The Elezen provides a great source of comfort for her, and to him, she is fiercely loyal. He is her lover, whom she adores with every ilm of her being.

: <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font> [[Shadow Merodi]] : Her longest, and most dear friend. They met just before the Calamity, taking shelter together. Bexy views shadow as a younger sister, almost a daughter on occasion, and watches over her whenever she is able. Bexy is very defensive of the young Seeker.

: <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font> [[Senna Maham]] : One of the closest friends Bexy has, she spends a lot of time with the pale Keeper, often sitting around Bronze Lake, and venturing to the Quicksands with her. They share many morals, and Senna often stays with her should Mathieux not be present. Bexy holds a great degree of respect for Senna, and views her as close as a sibling.

: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Vincent Lacroix]] : A curious and mysterious Midlander, Crow, as she knows him, is often a man of wise words should she seek them. She seeks to hone her abilities with her bow with him, not in a test of skill, but morals, as she had done before. Being the co-leader of the Kindred, she trusts and respects his word.

: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Emelia Iscantel]] : A fellow Seeker Bexy is rather close with, yet another she views as a sibling. The girl, although much younger than her, offers Bexy much in the ways of comfort. She is also learning to cook from Emelia, as well as getting to try the many delicacies she prepares. She heartily approves of the relationship Emelia has with Shadow.

: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Spades Merodi]] : The mother of her dear friend. The older Seeker is very wise and well versed in the ways of the world, although Bexy treats her no different to the rest of her friends. She holds a deep respect for her, having heard much about her from Shadow. Spades has adopted Bexy, in a sense, in a hope to become the mother she never truly had.

: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Sastra Mortier]] : A Highlander lady whom Bexy has the utmost respect for. Sastra is the reason Bexy both resides and works in Bronze Lake, even being the one who set her on her initial date with Mathieux. Being one of the leaders of the Kindred, Bexy is inclined to listen to her words, and follow her orders should she have any.

: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Reinette Aurifont]] : A well spoken Elezen woman whom Bexy speaks with whenever present, Reinette has offered guidance for Bexy, both in her thoughts and in her attire. She was present with the group who found Bexy after Zarya attacked, and was one of the few who aided her. The two regularly discuss fashion.

: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font><font style="color:#3333CC;" size="3">●</font> [[Vijara Windaar]] : A close friend of hers, and one of the first to truly get to know her upon arrival at Bronze Lake, Bexy holds the shadowy Keeper in high regard, although makes it a point not to irk her regarding her... Tendencies. Bexy views Vijara as an elder sister, and often turns to her for advice.

: <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font><font style="color:#C24640;" size="3">●</font> [[Zarya Amalaryssia]] : Bexy's older sister, who throughout her childhood, made Bexy's life miserable. She went missing for nine cycles and was eventually found. Unfortunately, she only desired the bow in Bexy's possession, making many an attempt on her life for it. After almost succeeding, and severely injuring Bexy, she was maimed and thrown down a cliff by Mathieux. She is presumed dead.

: <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font><font style="color:#C24640;" size="3">●</font> [[Nhe'raphi Amalaryssia]] : Bexy's late mother. The two never truly bonded, Nhe'raphi always favoring Zarya over Bexy. Bexy rarely visited, especially considering her mothers descent into mental illness, and general disdain they held for each other throughout their childhood. She was found slain in her home in Camp Tranquil, a crime likely committed by Zarya.

==<div style="padding:5px; background: #333333; box-shadow: inset -10px -5px 10px -1px #FFFFFF"><span style="font-size: 25px; color: #CCCCCC; font-family: Book Antiqua;">Friends</span></div>==

: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Khuja'to Tayuun]] : A somewhat quiet, yet caring Keeper male. Bexy speaks with him on occasion. He often offers a "Friendly" reminder when her mind wanders to Matt, attempting to keep her thoughts in check. She shows great concern for him, and often wishes she could be more of aid to him.

: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[W'pondahl Amih]] : A Seeker whom with Bexy shares many, many common interests. She is polite, well spoken above all else, and Bexy has taken a fond liking to her. Whilst it is only early days, Bexy intends to grow close to the girl.

: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Akyhi Talrhin]] : A shy, young Keeper girl, Bexy is more than impressed with her skills regarding Aether, and has promised to teach her the bow. Akyhi has gifted Bexy a book amongst other things, so she can learn the ways of healing, both with and without Aether. Upon learning of Akyhi's past, Bexy has become quite defensive of her.

: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Rarashid Kokoshid]] : A Lalafell lady Bexy met around the same time as Nomi, whilst in Bronze Lake. The two speak occasionally, and have lately been bumping into oneanother in the Quicksands. Bexy sees the woman as being quite independent, and wishes to show her gratitude to her for Koko finding aid not long after she was attacked.

: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Mikh'a Elakha]] : One of the first of the Kindred Bexy ever met, Mikh'a is known to her for being rather promiscuous, however she is fully aware that he also has the potential to be quite kind. They speak should he be present, and they get along well. She often attends the High Tea gatherings he hosts.

: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Tatayon Jijiyon]] : A Lalafell whom Bexy often shares drinks with in the Quicksand, along with Senna. They speak regularly, often causing Bexy to have a wide grin on her face.

: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Thala'to Relenah]] : Bexy has often seen this Keeper around many of the other male Miqo'te within the Kindred. He is polite and friendly to her, as she is in return to him. She sees him to be rather shy, but else enjoys his company.

: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Z'sisha Tyata]] : A peppy, energetic young Seeker Bexy encountered in the Shroud. Whilst the polar opposite to Bexy, the two get along, even if the young girl is obsessed with mining. The girl has since joined the Kindred, and Bexy often speaks with her, often smiling in her presence.

: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Quinthel Moranguin]] : A Duskwight of the Kindred who is currently performing duties as a chef. Bexy is pleasant and polite to him, as he is to her. The two get along well, and she often strikes up conversation should he be present. She is interested greatly by his skills as a chef, and wishes to learn from him one day.

: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Umi Unsei]] : A painfully shy Keeper, Bexy met this girl in strange circumstances regarding a linkpearl Shadow gave her after an incident. Bexy is thankful to her for looking after her dear friend in her time of need.

: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font><font style="color:#3333CC;" size="3">●</font> [[Vyncent Fields]] : A Midlander that, despite very much getting off on the wrong foot, Bexy has come to regard as a friend. Having spoken with him extensively, and on many an occasion, she has realized they have much in common. She is, however, quite wary of the man, considering his feats and his... Questionable ways with women.

==<div style="padding:5px; background: #333333; box-shadow: inset -10px -5px 10px -1px #FFFFFF"><span style="font-size: 25px; color: #CCCCCC; font-family: Book Antiqua;">Those Met In Passing</span></div>==
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: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Darte Skyphire]] : A Highlander who recently joined the Kindred. Bexy, even regarding her general dislike for Highlander men is fond of him, often engaging in amusing banter with him. She finds him to be rather likable.

: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Gunzelin Bloodfist]] : A newer Hyur recruit to the Kindred, Bexy is fond of the man considering his politeness and mannerisms, even if they belie his appearance.

: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Versoix La'louvre]] : Bexy asked for the services of the Duskwight to help her move furniture into her new home, as well as delivering letters to Coerthas, to Mathieux when he was away on duties.

: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Nananomi Nomi]] : A Lalafell Bexy met at Bronze Lake. The two used to speak often, however she has not seen him in some time.

: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Khemi Amariya]] : A Miqo'te Bexy does not know by name. However she is truly thankful to her, having cured her after the incident with Zarya.

: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Lucaniel Clarke]] : A fairly new addition to the Kindred, the Hyur has proved to be quite good at giving out advice, and well versed in the mercantile trade.

: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Salem Nunh]] : An Ishgardian Seeker Bexy met at the Quicksand. She heartily enjoyed her conversation with him, showing a great amount of interest in his descent. She wishes to speak with him again should she find him.

: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Sacire Sinclair]] : A Midlander lady Bexy remembers fondly from her fine dress sense. She helped Bexy aquire some more fitting clothes after an incident. A friend of Vyncent.

: <font style="color:#808080;" size="3">●</font> [[Masha'ra Dhavha]] : A newer recruit to the Kindred, the blind Keeper is one Bexy has spoken with some, although not extensively.

: <font style="color:#808080;" size="3">●</font> [[Daxton Ashdale]] : A Keeper she occasionally sees at Bronze Lake. She knows little of him, only that he is currently in a relationship with Khuja.

: <font style="color:#808080;" size="3">●</font> [[Kai Sephtis]] : A Midlander who comes across as rather forward, if not a little brash. He is of the Kindred, and has questionable ways with the opposite gender.

: <font style="color:#808080;" size="3">●</font> [[R'khei Tia]] : A Miqo'te male of the Kinded. She sees him often around the house, usually amongst the others of his kin

: <font style="color:#808080;" size="3">●</font> [[Niamh Quill]] : A rather naive yet kind Hyur girl. She has visited the Kindred on a handful of occasions.

: <font style="color:#808080;" size="3">●</font> [[Gaige Tyflin]] : Yet another Miqo'te male of the Kindred. She has not had much time to speak with him, especially, but sees him around often.

: <font style="color:#808080;" size="3">●</font> [[Tseh Elakha]] : A Miqo'te Bexy has seen from time to time around Bronze lake. They ventured out on a short walk with Emelia.

: <font style="color:#808080;" size="3">●</font> [[A'linbo Dhen]] : A Seeker often working the bar at Bronze Lake. Bexy hasn't spoken much with her, aside from ordering her drinks.

: <font style="color:#808080;" size="3">●</font> [[Adravin Zikhov]] : A Miqo'te male Bexy happened upon in the Quicksands. After polite conversation, he offered to teach her about Aether, should he visit Bronze Lake.

: <font style="color:#808080;" size="3">●</font> [[Marx Duskwind]] : The lesser spoken Officer of the Kindred, Bexy knows little of the Midlander, but listens intently should he have anything to say.

: <font style="color:#808080;" size="3">●</font> [[Inphyy Alantar]] : A Lalafell archer she had polite conversation with in Ul'dah.

: <font style="color:#808080;" size="3">●</font> [[Thya Kahzuun]] : A Keeper she has briefly met through Vyncent, upon aiding him with his things on his move to Bronze Lake. The girl has left a good impression thus far.

: <font style="color:#808080;" size="3">●</font> [[Laurentius Vexen]] : A pleasant Hyur she enjoyed the company of in the Quicksands on a couple of occasions.

: <font style="color:#808080;" size="3">●</font> [[Chat D'fleur]] : A brash Miqo'te Bexy remembers from the Quicksands. She remembers her getting rather drunk, and said she would look for a mate for the girl.

: <font style="color:#808080;" size="3">●</font> [[Lanza Razaul]] : A Hyur she met, although briefly in the Quicksands. She remembers his kindness and politeness.

: <font style="color:#808080;" size="3">●</font> [[Nebula Stardancer]] : A miqo'te whom Bexy knows more in passing than in person. She staffed the celebration of her wedding with Ilwe'ran, and later met her at her home in Summerford in which they enjoyed pleasant company together.

: <font style="color:#808080;" size="3">●</font> [[Ilwe'ran Hlaiwa]] : The mate of Nebula, she worked as staff for his wedding party. She briefly met him along with Nebula in Summerford.

: <font style="color:#808080;" size="3">●</font> [[Flynn Rosenberg]] : Another Hyur who has recently joined the Kindred. She knows little of him, aside from the fact he is rarely seen without his other half, Mack.

: <font style="color:#808080;" size="3">●</font> [[Mackenzie Hawk]] : A Midlander lady who has recently joined the Kindred. The girl seems shy, on a first impression. She is rarely seen without her other half, Flynn.

: <font style="color:#808080;" size="3">●</font><font style="color:#3333CC;" size="3">●</font> [[Daiyumi Maeda]] : A Seeker Bexy is, by no small measure, terrified of. Her promiscuous nature combined with the complete disregard for personal space forever has Bexy on edge. Whilst she does not hate the woman, she causes Bexy to be very nervous should she be present.
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==<div style="padding:5px; background: #000000; box-shadow: inset -10px -5px 10px -1px #FFFFFF"><span style="font-size: 25px; color: #CCCCCC; font-family: Book Antiqua;">Journals</span></div>==

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<center>'''Diary Entry, 27th Sun of the 6th Astral Moon'''
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Since i have finally settled down here, at least to a point, i have decided i will keep track of what goes on in my once quiet, now rather... Hectic life. Since wandering Eorzea i have stumbled across quite the little gem, which i now reside in. Camp Bronze Lake.

It all started one day when i was in the Shroud. I... Suppose i just happened to be in the right place at the right time. I was merely taking respite within Buscarron's Druthers, when a fair Hyur lady with long, red hair approached me, offering me a drink. Naturally, i accepted, and got to know the woman. Sastra was her name. A kind, cheerful woman who would, little did i know at the time, prove to be a dear and caring friend. Her friend Mikh'a was also present at the time. Quite a flamboyant fellow, that Miqo'te. I was extended an invitation to meet up at The Golden Bazaar, which of course, i heeded. And i met many others... It was many moons ago. Since then, i have managed to secure a job as security, as a watchwoman of sorts, working for Sastra.

I have met many others since, and people seem to pour through the doors of the fine establishment she owns. Such others as Vijara, a Miqo'te Keeper who works behind the bar along with Sastra herself. She seems quiet, and for good reasons, regarding her past that i'll leave out this entry. There's also a myriad of others... Sasani... Silver.. I could go on..

Mathieux..

My... Significant Other... I think i worded it. Words don't come easily regarding that... Jewel of a man. As polite as he is handsome, we only met mere days ago. I am... Anticipating his return, as i write.. I... Don't know what happens to me when he is present... I seem to lose all composure the moment he greets me. Such is the way with Elezen men and myself. Never quite met one like him, though. Sastra organised a small dinner, though did not attend herself like stated...

That began with a note. Which if i recall.. Said something along the lines of "Meet me at Forgotten Springs. Wear something nice!"

I obliged and... Was treated to a most pleasant meal with the most delicious company. Or perhaps i meant that that the other way... Aha...

Jesting aside, we had a rather pleasant walk to Costa Del Sol, this morn. Watching the sunrise... It was delightful. I vividly remember him falling down and soaking himself through in the water... Amongst other things unsavoury for the paper.

In all, that's how my life stands so far. And the outlook is... More than pleasant.

Til next time

~Bexy Amalaryssia</font>
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<center>'''Diary Entry, 2nd Sun of the 1st Astral Moon'''
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What... A blasted week i'm having. I've found barely a moment to write of my travels, for much has happened.

Natalan... Twelve curse it... I ventured there to seek the business i had with the Ixal. Had they not attacked me a few weeks prior, i would have left well enough alone. Why must i be a vengeful spirit? I recklessly charged into the stronghold... And yet, no hide nor hair of her could be found. But i know she's been. My sources are correct. What i found in Amdapor validates it. Mathieux.. He was with me at the time, and i've never been more glad. I took an injury. An arrow... It pierced my calf making it.. More than considerably difficult to walk. If it weren't for him i would... Not be writing this, it's safe to say. He patched me up to a point, and i proceeded to travel to Ul'dah, meeting Sastra there, unintentionally although welcomed. She helped me find aid, in the form of a young boy. His skill in healing was... Envious, and i was soon back on my feet the way i'm used to it.

In between most delightful visits from Matt, relaxing at the resort, and working my shifts... I managed to make the time to visit my mother. She... Still hasn't found many of her lost marbles. I do wish she would remember... Though we were never close, she is still my family, though now, i'm fairly certain she isn't the only one left. She mentioned i visited two days prior, although i did not. And referred to my name as Zarya. My sister. Mayhaps she has us confused? If it was not i who visited two days ago, who was it? Possibly she's more ill than i thought. Or perhaps my sister is alive after all this time. I do not wish to cling to false hopes, but i must. I have to know the truth.

I wish this wasn't the end of it. I truly do. But the arrow... It bothers me. Upon clearing my mind with many a glass of brandy, my thoughts took sense. The arrow. It is not of Ixali descent. My only thoughts are that someone could possibly want me dead. Would they stoop so low as to hire help...? I do hope not. In any case, something is terribly familiar about it. Searches today proved nothing. I will rest, for now before taking a final look tomorrow.

These lands are unforgiving... I can see why many faces are unfriendly. Not like those back home. At Bronze Lake. I want Matt... I want my friends... Sastra... Mikh'a and the others. Yet all i can do is choke back bitter tears, and pray the brandy gives me some hope of warmth.

I will return soon. I promise.

~Bexy Amalaryssia
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<center>'''Diary Entry, 9th Sun of the 1st Astral Moon'''
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And so, I open my eyes to Coerthas once more. Yet this time, for another reason entirely. A far... Better reason. Mathieux. As a Knight of Ishgard, he is stationed here, and i saw it fit to visit and lend my bow. As it happens, some of the Ishgardian families, namely House Fortemps, are not entirely adverse to the presence of... Unbelievers such as myself. Such are called those who do not follow Halone... Although... My views on such a matter are strengthened with every hour that passes. The Fury has protected these people. Watched over them in their many hours of need, and for a great many, She is all they have left to fight for. I am starting to understand the people of this land... Fate has been most cruel to them, and the snow has chilled many a heart.

Mercifully, Mathieux is not one of them. We agreed to meet at the Observatorium. It was... Most difficult meeting him in his homeland. Such... Relationships as ours are not welcomed. Needless to say, we made out way to Dragonhead and... I told him everything. I..

I found her. My sister. Zarya.

I... Recieved a letter some days ago. Sastra gave it to me... Apparently a Miqo'te with a spear, and that... Possibly, perhaps i was being hunted. Little did i know it was her. The letter revealed to me that i was to visit my mother... That she had fallen ill. Yet this puzzled me. It was mere days since i had last seen the woman, and aside from her usual ramblings she seemed to be fine. Of course, Matt escorted me from Bronze Lake to the Shroud, whilst en route to Coerthas for his duties. I wouldn't have dreamed of taking the path alone, especially with such a threat hanging over my head.

Once i took some small steps into the wood, not a minute passed until a force with the fury of Titan slammed into my side, screaming obscenities at me until i threw it off. She... Wanted to kill me. Wanted me to die. Time and time after she came at me with that blasted spear she was wielding, calling me a thief and a traitor to my kind. The bow. It was all she wanted. Not to see me. Not after... Nine years. I... Looked for her. Lost sleep and shed tears for her! And all she wanted was the damned bow! I refused to retaliate. But... It was no use. I had to... I drew my bow and loosed an arrow into her leg, bringing forth more insults as she fled. I chose not to follow. I know this isn't the end of it, though thankfully i escaped relatively unscathed. And so... After tying up some mercenary work amongst a handful of other things, i set my sights on the frozen lands i'm beginning to love.

Amongst... Other things. I.. Confessed it to him during one of our walks. We returned to Thanalan, to the desert we met in thanks to Sastra. All i got in return was a knowing smile. It was all i needed. My heart sings every time i trace my thoughts back to this moment. Not... Unlike the moment some time prior. The... Rosary. A depiction of Halone he handed to me whilst in Camp Dragonhead. A most... Curious, and touching item.. I.. Was touched. It belonged to his mother, to keep him safe whilst fighting in the Crusade. And now he wishes it on me, to keep me safe in these harsh, yet beautiful lands. I will treasure it.

Until anon.

~Bexy Amalaryssia</font>
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<center>'''Diary Entry, 12th Sun of the 1st Astral Moon'''
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Huurrnng.. What in the Seven Hells happened last night...? My head feels like Titan himself released his fury within my skull. I... Do not recall everything. My clothes are still wet... This puzzles me. All else i remember is Vijara telling me something about becoming a barmaid, and... Donning some most unusual clothing for such a situation. Apparently revealing clothes sell drinks, so she says...

In any case.. Matt is still beside me, so i suppose things can't have been too disastrous. I vaguely remember drinking whisky, and...

Twelve no... I remember somewhat of a confrontation involving Mathieux and Vyncent.. I do hope nothing comes of it.

Speaking of such things. Mathieux returned from Coerthas a couple of days ago. Vijara and i were... Hunting Halitostropers in the Shroud, seeing as.. She was having quite the day... Zinba. He.. Betrayed her in the worst way you could think of, and i had half a mind to let her tear him to pieces. Of course, i didn't.. Though if he ever shows his face again, i might think twice. In any case... During the hunt, Mathieux found me en route to Camp Bronze Lake. I... Am more than glad to have him back in my presence.

Though, the barmaid job has piqued my interests. Mayhaps i can cut out my mercenary work altogether if it happens. Though i do hope i get a better uniform.

In any case, i should get something for this blasted headache. Twelve damned i won't be touching whisky for awhile...

~Bexy Amalaryssia</font>
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<center>'''Diary Entry, 19th Sun of the 1st Astral Moon'''
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Squeeee!

He said it! Or.. Well, in some fashion he did. I... I am aware i told him such last time we visited the Forgotten Springs, but... This was much different. Very much so. Having received such delighting news that Sastra was taking over the bar, Vijara, Senna, Mikh'a and Mathieux, along with myself, made our way to it. A few fine brandies passed my lips, and.., He grew weary, wishing to retire to our room. I... Wanted to say it, terribly. But not... Only that. I wanted the others to know. I wanted Vijara, who is becoming more and more like a sister to me every day, to know how i felt... I wanted the world to know... My family, to know. My speech took the better of me for the first instance, as i stumbled upon my words. His lips did not help matters much. He... Pulled away and made an attempt at leaving. I had to say something... And... The words slipped from my mouth. I could say naught else. And... Then...

He smiled. In front of my friends... Nay, my family, and he... Seemed happy of the fact. I told him once more that i loved him. He merely replied with a nod, that heartwarming smile of his, and he confirmed to me what i had long since hoped to hear from him.

Nonetheless, i am in high spirits as you can no doubt tell. Even.. Regardless of Vyncent showing his face earlier. Such... Arguments ensued... Mikh'a even quit during the exchange, which was most shocking... Though i will choose to omit the rest of the details. It ended in him signing over the establishment to Sastra. A decision which brought a smile to many a face. Mine included.

Such an eventful night... Vijara and Mikh'a sparred with Aether... Many observed... And thankfully, no one was too injured after the events. I... Do wish i had such skill in Aether. Not long after, many of us returned to -OUR- bar.

And then he came back. Vyncent. He... Must still have eyes in Bronze Lake. I was having an idle conversation in on the upper tier with Mikh'a about Vyncent and his terminal idiocy. I... May have slipped a comment about mistaking Vyncent for a criminal, and mayhaps loosing the odd arrow in his direction. Needless to say.. He knew a comment was made, yet did not know who spoke it. He offered a reward for information...

...Which Vijara promptly accepted. I trusted her. Though my heart was in my throat, my trust was not misplaced. Knowingly or unknowingly, she gave her name in place of my own. It appears that she too, was not fond of the man. He left without much of an incident, me having finally had the chance to say my piece, and with Vijara's pockets lined thick with Gil. All ended well.

Amongst all this... Sheer chaos, i managed to steal away a few days with Mathieux, venturing to Limsa and in turn the Costa. We went shopping, and i purchased some lovely trinkets, jewelry and the like. Much to Matt's delight, i purchased many new garments, along with some gifts he bought for me himself. And he... Well.

Apparently, the man likes his women to wear short skirts.

I am not adverse to this.

~Bexy Amalaryssia</font>
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<center>'''Diary Entry, 28th Sun of the 1st Astral Moon'''
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So... Mathieux left for Coerthas. I... Should have expected such, really, and still... It always comes to me as somewhat of a shock. I suppose i get lost in the moment when he's around, and time seems to pass much more slowly when he is absent. No matter... We discussed a way to keep in contact whilst he carries out his duties, and so we decided we would write to one another. More than half a Moon... I do hope i'll cope. Hah, i will have to, i suppose. He will be back before i know it.. In my arms, and by my side. Ack... What has become of me? I must desist these endless musings of him if i am ever to think clearly.

In other news... I took on Mikh'a's old lodgings. It is a fair place... Larger than the one i was previously renting. It needs a degree of work, yes, but it is livable at least. It does feel nice to have more permanent ground to put my feet on. I hope to make it far more cozy for Matt's return, it will be most nice to---

Gods, there i go again! It never ceases. Let me think idly for but a moment... Ah yes..

Khuja'to. He returned to us. To Bronze Lake. He seems.. Much better than when he left, at least. Which is a relief. He never did harm to me, and... Spoke to me. At least he was willing to sort the things he did... I only wish such things were possible for me...

My sister... No. Zarya. She is no longer a sibling of mine. She approached Senna and Crow asking for my whereabouts, and thankfully they caught on. Those two are loyal to me in such a regard, and for that, i am truly thankful. Senna led her in the wrong direction, and i am thankful a conflict did not arise. Senna... We become increasingly closer every day, even visiting the Goblet and reminiscing about cycles past. It was... Most pleasant.

In any case.. The beach festival Sastra is planning is to commence soon... Whilst i am not entering in such myself, i am judging the fashion show, having an eye for such things myself. Mayhaps... I will be able to pick up thoughts on some new attires...? Possibly so. In any case, i do look forward to it.

I... Suppose i should continue my duties, finding sleep hard to come by alone. I may as well be doing something useful, no...?

Til next time

~Bexy Amalaryssia</font>
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<center>'''Diary Entry, 7th Sun of the 1st Umbral Moon'''
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Just... Just one more Sun...

The ink is smudged, beginnings of words blotted out in a watery fashion.

Things are weighing heavily on my mind... And... It is beyond difficult to cope. Alas, i must smile. Frowning never did me much good, and tears little and less. But not everything is truly terrible. Emelia, a pleasant young miqo'te whom i met a few suns prior decided she would cook for C'tawi, Shadow, and myself. She is -truly- talented... I... I do think i will ask her if she may cook for Mathieux and i at some point in the future. He returns tomorrow... I... I think his presence will help more than he could know. We... Are to set out hunting... Some suns after his return. For Zarya... I... I must put her down..

And i know i can. I have to. Crow... He... He tested me in such i way that i had to draw a bow on him. I did not want to... Hells... I truly did not want to. But i fired at him as he approached me with those deadly knives of his, and he backed off. A test, it was... To see if i could draw my bow at someone i hold close. And... I can. I am unsure if such is a truly good thing.. But perhaps i should consult such emotions after Zarya's demise...

She harmed Shadow. My true sister.. One of them, in any case. I will not tolerate her bringing harm to those i love, least of all someone as kind as her. She took a hit to her shoulder, however thankfully, Akyhi was present and saw to the wound. I... I cannot keep dwelling on such a negative topic...

Akyhi. Yes. Such a delightful young girl, however so talented with Aether... I expressed my desires to learn such with her, and the sweet thing that she is, purchased me a book from Limsa. I will study it well... I do so wish to learn the ways of healing, both with and without Aether. Yet... I do worry for the girl. I was merely having a moment to myself... Trying to maintain some semblance of composure when she approached me. She gave me yet another gift. A small toy of a yellow carbuncle. It was beautifully made... Truly fond, i was. Curiously... Such a gift did ease my slumber that night.

Alas... Here i lie. I decided on a whim to venture to Gridania, being fond of the city from many years ago. The stars... The trees... Such seems to soothe and remind me as i sit here writing this entry. ...With Zarya's death... I will have my freedom back. Never again will i have to glance over my back to ensure she isn't doggedly persuing me. Never again will i worry about the safety of those close to me when they venture out... At least... Not in regards to her. Else, i shall always worry. But i worry because i care.

Tomorrow... Yes. I shall travel to Coerthas. We can make one of our many beloved walks home, to Bronze Lake... Ah... My heart sings with the thought. I will be able to show him my new abode.. And hear of the glorious battles in person... Just to see his face once again will bring a smile to my own. But for now, i must make some small attempt at sleeping. At least, whilst my thoughts are of him.

Goodnight, and i pray the hours will pass hastily until we meet once more.

~Bexy
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<center>'''Diary Entry, 10th Sun of the 1st Umbral Moon'''
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(The entire page is filled with smudges, and the page has crinkled having dried from being wet. Along the edge of the page, as well as the rest of the book, there is a reddy brown smear.)

Oh... Oh Gods.. I.. Do not know how to write this... How... Could i have been so foolish...?

But.. I.. Must write. Zarya. She... Is no more. Mathieux... He..

Mathieux killed her. Such was... Necessary. I remember little of that day. Perhaps it is a blessing... That my memory of the event eludes me. I.. I remember walking to Coerthas. I was so excited... So clouded and.. Unaware of what i was doing. I wanted to see him, and... Curse myself, i had grown impatient and reckless. I must learn to manage such emotions. Else... They will be the death of me. Such was almost the case.

Upon arrival to Coerthas, she approached me. Zarya. We broke into an argument almost immediately, and i did not hesitate to draw my bow upon her. Curse my misplaced sympathies! Curse them a thousand times! I... Gave her the opportunity to leave. To leave, find a home and a place she belonged as i had done. But.. She betrayed me. As i -foolishly- turned.. She leapt upon me, wounding me. The image of my own blood laced among the snows is one i shan't soon forget. I... I remember screaming for him. Mathieux... And i remember little else.

I awoke at Bronze Lake. Reinette... Vijara, Senna and Matt... They were all there. They... Saved me. Came for me. I.. Do not think i have expressed my gratitude to them, and i think words will likely never suffice. I shall think of a way. I would not be here were it not for them.

I expected to be more distraught at Zarya's death. But... I am puzzled. I only feel closure. Safety. Such is a feeling i am certainly not accustomed to, however i am certainly not adverse to. I feel no anger to Matt for his actions, for they have brought me peace, and for that i thank him. I thank all of them.

Sadly... My bow. I know not of its whereabouts. Which poses somewhat of an issue... I.. Cherished it. But such... Matters little, i suppose. I will mayhaps just have to purchase another... But i sincerely doubt that i will ever have another like that. Mayhaps... When i am well, i shall search for it. Crow would have me train others who are willing in the ways of the bow, some suns from now, and i will be happy to oblige. The very least i can do, even if my injuries still pain me.

Such ends another chapter in my life here, at Bronze Lake. Things can only get better. And... For the longest time, at least... For more than just Mathieux's presence... I can truly say...

I am happy.

~Bexy</font>
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<center>'''Diary Entry, 20th Sun of the 1st Umbral Moon'''
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For once, in many, many moons... I can truly say things are looking up for me in the long run. Such a.. Vast assortment of things has happened to me in the past few suns...

For one... I am feeling far better in terms of my injuries. Thankfully... The deep wound that once scarred my side has reduced to no more than a dull ache. Many thanks to those that aided me... Truly, i would not be in such good health were it not for them. Akyhi... She was but one who aided me. People like her... Are the reason i wish to study the workings of Aether, and gladly, she is willing to educate me on such. I am to train her in the ways of the bow... She holds promise and understanding for such. On one of my many early morning outings... I purchased her a bow. I do hope she will like it. Gridanian by origin, and finely crafted... A shortbow, i believe which will suit her best.

And... Whilst on the subject of bows... Vijara... She... Found my own. It was... Unscathed, almost. The skill of the one who repaired it must have been unparalleled... In any case, i am more than happy to have it back. I feel far more... Secure with it at my grasp. Mayhaps from all the years of service it provided me, and ensured my safety... Such explains my attachment, and why i feel many of the others will never understand..

In any case, i ventured to Ul'dah with Matt to purchase a replacement bow should anything ever become awry with my own. A strange thing it was... Almost... Scaly. The venture was... Truly pleasant. Valentiones season, as it were... I purchased him a lovely box of chocolates... The smile on his face when he opened it warmed me from my toes. And he... Finally said those words to me. Those three words. I shall never forget them. He... Returned the gesture the following day when he presented me with chocolate of my own.

Emelia had spotted me in Ul'dah, and the three of us chose to venture back to Bronze Lake shortly afterwards. Such was not the first outing i had had with the girl, and it will certainly not be the last. She... Gifted me something truly curious. A rose, fashioned of mythril. I know not what it represents, however... I will cherish it all the same. We have become increasingly close, Emelia and i... And...

Gods... Such almost slipped my mind.

There is a woman who has made her presence known... A pleasant woman, mind. A lady by the name of Spades. I thought nothing especially different of her, merely just another pleasant traveler stopping by to satiate her thirst. Such was the case... Until... One night, we spoke. Extensively. We got onto the topic of my dearest sister Shadow, and... Spades.. She... Is the one Shadow has referred to so many times.... She..

Spades. She is Shadow's mother. Such is truly easy to see where Shadow gets her immeasurable kindness from. Truly, a mother to be proud of...

Which... Bitterly reminds me... I ventured to the Shroud with Senna once more. The South Shroud. Camp Tranquil. I knew that i had to tell my mother of what befell her.... Favorite daughter. However.. Such was not to be the case. Upon arrival, i found my mother's tent.. Missing. Barely a trace of where it stood... And... A guard. He gave me naught more than a solemn nod, and a note. A note which informed me of my mothers death. She had... Been stabbed to death. An ongoing query, it told me... Mayhaps for them. Not for I. I know who slew her. Thinking back to things... I.. Suppose such is karmic. I am the last of my blood now. And... Such does not even sadden me, for reasons i cannot comprehend.

Whilst on the subject of... Karmic death occurring... Vijara almost caused such an event. Lohi. He overstepped the line... And he paid dearly for it. A hole in his stomach... I expected her to be punished more severely for her actions. But... Evidently not. Such is an outcome i am glad of. He was dismissed from the Kindred earlier this eve... And i believe this is good for more than just one reason. Mayhaps he will finally learn that tribal life is not the be all and end all of everything in Eorzea. And... He is far less likely to meet his demise at the hands of one of my Kin. Whilst i do not wish him dead, if he irks Vijara to act out to do so once more... I surely won't defend him.

Truly... My mind is rife with mixed emotions. Hence my reluctance to write... I shall have to be more dedicated to making these entries, lest i become overwhelmed and even less wanting to keep to date with the events of my life.

Until anon.

~Bexy</font>
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<center>'''Diary Entry, 27th Sun of the 1st Umbral Moon'''
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I awake once more.... I... Cannot keep hold on my emotions, nor on my thoughts. My head... Still feels terribly fuzzy. Mayhaps for the whisky... Not quite so bad as last time, mind. I... I did not rest at Bronze Lake. Barely captured some small hours at... A most beautiful waterfall. Such brings back many memories, ones from my first visit here... My first night on the beautiful isle of Vylbrand. The sound of the water soothes me, as it did then. It... Made my tears feel far less significant.

I left to clear my mind. To.. Be truly on my own, again, for once. Just me and this book.. Me and my... Memories.

I must remind myself. Memories are only but thoughts. They cannot hurt me.

Many... Most delightful things have happened, mind... Not everything in my life is terrible... Come to think of such... Truly little is. I am merely coping, and those wonderful rays of sunshine i call my kin will break through this cloud that has smothered my mind. I am certain of it.

I have spent much of my time visiting bars with the others. More often than not, accompanied by Senna. Such is good to know that i am in her rather capable hands should i fall inebriated. Haha. There was.. Quite the gathering at the Coffer and Coffin, some suns ago. Such was delightful, if not somewhat vaguely terrifying due to the sheer scale of people. Enjoyable, mind.

And it seems... Truth or Dare has become somewhat of a favorite amongst the Kindred. I... Find some form of enjoyment, i suppose. Such is far more so when Mathieux is present. Although... I have never imposed such a thing on him. Next time... Mayhaps i should. Oh, the possibilities... I should write down these thoughts...

Speaking of Matt... We met, by sheer and delightful coincidence in the Shroud... He is always there when i need him. Always. Even though he may yet not know it. We had yet another of our most pleasant walks, and happened upon Emelia at the Mirror Planks. We had a lovely chat amongst each other... I do so enjoy their company, and sitting by those waters was.. Truly lovely. I felt so safe... As though naught terrible could happen. A shame i had to leave, truly... But alas... Paperwork is paperwork, and now such is completed.... I can forget all ties to my family name. Mayhaps i should seek to change it... Or no. Such is part of who i am...? I know not. I will mayhaps ponder on such.

In any such case... The festival commences soon. I am most looking forward to it, but i would be lying if i did not say i was terribly nervous.

Everything will be okay. I know it. My kith and kin will ensure so.

Yet... Still, i lay here and read my words. Memories are only but thoughts. They.. Cannot hurt me. No... They cannot. However, they can give me the needs and must to strive on. And i will.

On the morrow, i will explore!

~Bexy Amalaryssia</font>
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<center>'''Diary Entry, 4th Sun of the 2nd Astral Moon'''
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Aaah... Peace. At last. Such a hectic few suns, but i assure you, all for the best. The festival was a howling success, both the auction and the fashion show being enjoyable by all. Thankfully my nerves subsided after a short walk, and along with Reinette, i was able to use my discerning eye regarding fashion, and pick whom we deemed the best dressed.

Mm... I remember the event fondly. Seeing my kith and kin so happy, as well as many new faces, a smile etched on every one. It was lovely. Of course... I did not participate in the auction myself. I am not in need of a date nor work... And i am -more- than happy with my current life as it stands. Many did bid, mind... Some more than others. Others such as... Vyncent. I have much to say about the man. I'll get to it.

The only... Truly bad thing i feel the need to write, is this gods-awful nightmare that keeps happening... It has plagued my mind for a little under a moon... And i did at first think it would leave after some time. Evidently not. It begins with me sat atop a roof, here at Bronze Lake... And... He doesn't come back. Mathieux... I... Don't especially know how to deal with it. Only that it has roused some... Questionable thoughts that i cannot seem to push from my mind completely. I had discussed them with Vijara.... And... Vyncent.

Yes. Vyncent. The man i had previously loathed... After some small confrontation at the festival, i left and headed back to Bronze Lake. The following morn... Not long after i had finished my shift on watch, he was there. I know not why... But as i am not -completely- uncivil, i spoke with him. He... Apologized for his cruel words the previous eve. And i accepted it. He is a powerful man, and thus, one i would much prefer not to irk. We ventured on a short walk, and we spoke extensively... I... Opened up to him, and even to this sun, i cannot fathom why. His words offered comfort... Mayhaps, my first opinion of him was wrong. We have more in common than thought. I spoke with him about Matt... And how i cannot... I..

...No. No tears in this entry. Not this time.

He told me he had never seen someone who adored someone so deeply, and whom was so loyal to her other as i was to Mathieux. This... Shocked me, i suppose. To an extent. I thought this was how all lovers treated one another? Am i wrong...? Evidently so. In any case, i am not about to cease my affections. Not even in the slightest. But such a discussion made me think... Mayhaps my endless musings of Matt are spurred on by my... Unfortunate childhood...? I do think so. He is... The first to show affections for me, in any such way. He is the first to tell me that.. He loves me. And i am beyond happy for that. Truly, i am.

I intend to keep this smile on my face for as long as i am able. I shall strive to see it so.

Until anon.

~Bexy</font>
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<center>'''Diary Entry, 18th Sun of the 2nd Astral Moon'''
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Goodness... It has been a while since i wrote. So much for keeping up to date with things, no...? Haha.

In any such case, i arrived back at my abode in Bronze Lake with Mathieux a short while ago. He is already sleeping soundly, bless him. And so peacefully, too. I do think i will join him after i finish this entry. He found me on his way back to my home, as i was basking in the sun in the Costa. He joined me, and we spoke, and... It was lovely, truly. A shame he has to venture back to Coerthas terribly soon, however... He has been present for far more than a Moon. He is.... He is my rock. What keeps me afloat in my darkest suns. Alas... And happily so, i have not had such a sun in his presence. And... When he leaves for his homeland... To do his duties? I promise myself i will remain strong. He will return. I am certain.

I... Also discussed the possibility of visiting him in Coerthas. He says it is a likely possibility we will be able to do such in the North Shroud. This... Offers much comfort to me. Even if i just see him for a moment, i will know he is well. Ack... What am i saying?! Do i truly have such little faith? He is a strong, capable Knight. Of -course- he's going to be well. And i will see him as soon as he returns to me. Not to mention, the thought of receiving letters from him keeps a smile on my face. He has the most beautiful handwriting... Far more elegant than my own. Gods... I must cease this rambling. I will not be so fraught with worry and anxiety whenever he is absent! Have more than a little faith, you silly Seeker...

Leading to other matters... I have been spending much time with my Kin. Even if it has been a... Mixed bag, of sorts...? Reinette was.. Robbed. Thankfully she is unharmed, although her room was quite the state when we saw. Curiously, only a painting had been stolen. A rare one. I have ensured to her i will strive as i can to aid her in reclaiming her treasured possession. And i fully intend to see that it is returned to her soon.

Senna and i have also spent many a night together. She knows i do not sleep well alone, when Mathieux is away training. She is far closer to me than any of my blood ever has been... We spend many hours together, be it in Bronze Lake or Ul'dah. She is truly a good friend... Nay... A sibling to me, even thought the roots we hail from are truly quite different. I do wish she would at the very least speak to Vynce... A man i have honestly, changed my opinion on. For the most part. He threatened Crow the other sun... Crow may have made a lewd remark questioning my loyalty to Matt, and of course, whilst i would -never- do such a thing with Vynce... It irked me. More that he would question my loyalties. To my knowledge... No one has any reason to question to whom i am faithful. I always thought it to be rather blindingly obvious. In any case... I -may- have lost my temper with Crow... Although such has been resolved, for the most part. I am yet to speak to Vynce on the matter... Although such might be best as i am aware of the hardships he is currently enduring.

Hm, in any case.. I have plans for a pilgrimage of sorts... A long walk.... To every mark of the Twelve. I have things i wish to ask of some of them, should they be willing to listen. Even if such is not fruitful.... It will be nice to venture out with my kith and kin, exploring Eorzea as i oft used to. Except this time... I will not be alone. And i am more than glad of such.

...Onto something less.... Related. I acquired some old possessions of my mothers upon her death... I do not wish to write too much on the subject, as my eyes grow weary... But they entail to where i hail from. It will take me some time to piece some things together... But when i have unraveled the nonsensical scribblings of that woman, i will be sure to write them.

Until next time.

~Bexy</font>
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<center>'''Diary Entry, 30th Sun of the 2nd Astral Moon'''
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(The page is soaked through, the ink illegibly smudged along with coppery red stains)

...The rain... Soothes me. Naught much does. It is cold. I... I... Do not... Understand...

Am i still lost...? Did... Did i take the wrong path...?

Azeyma. Please. Aid me... Guide me...

...Someone... Please... Aid me..

I know not what to write. I know not where to go. I only wanted to help Shadow. My sister. They... They attacked her. Kidnapped her. I knew nothing of it until we ventured here. To the Burning Wall. She scarcely could speak it to me.... I... Only wanted to find out more. I know why. I know why they took her. My dear Shadow. My dear sister. I did not mean for a conflict. Not right now. I would not have gone alone. I am... I am... Not so foolish as that....

I only wished to find out more. I did not think... I did not think them to still be there. They are all so angry at me... The Kindred... My... My family...

Gods... I know not what to do. I.... Do not wish to return to Bronze Lake. But i must. For Shadow. I will inform her with the pearl we share. The pearl i met....

Umi. That girl. She saved her. She saved Shadow. Healed her... I can never show her enough thanks.

...They tortured her.... My dear Shadow...

And i... I killed them.

Five. Five lives that i took.... That makes fourteen.

Five lives. Five lives with mothers... Fathers... Memories. Hells, mayhaps even children. I know not. I never will. Such is likely for the best. Who was i to take those lives? I... I did not want to. Their blood still stains me. Like the others. Just... More numbers.

They tortured her... I.... I.. Gods... I know not what to do. I... Will remain here. Until i can come to my senses. Until i can... Think, again.

Mathieux... I do wish you were here to soothe me. I truly do. But alas, i must learn to cope without you, my love. And i will. I... Will learn that these two feet i have ventured so far on, i can also stand on unaided. But i thank you for giving me the strength to realise. Even if it just mere thoughts that keep me aloft.

I will remain here. Until i can gather my thoughts, and make some semblance of sense with it.
~Bexy</font>
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<center>'''Diary Entry, 10th Sun of the 2nd Umbral Moon'''
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I am unable to think straight. Many things plague me... Truly. I only hope writing in this journal gives me a moment of respite, however brief.

Some Suns ago. I killed people. Five of them. And i remember each face as i pulled each arrow from each motionless corpse. I repress the memories as i always have done. But... It never sits well with me, however weighs lighter on my mind than it used to. Not a night since then i haven't wept myself to sleep. For many a reason.

She was right. Vijara.

Vijara, I, and Shadow. We spoke a time ago at the ruins in Bronze Lake. I remember little of the conversation, only... Those words.

"You enjoyed it, didn't you? Killing?"

Of course i denied it. Vehemently. But i know not anymore. I... Felt a sick twinge of joy as they dropped. They almost killed Shadow. The girl who... Little did she know it, was my rock throughout those lonely years. Those years when no other cared, she did. I have never thirsted for blood so deeply afore them. And i enjoyed taking their lives. How... Could i?

I didn't even give two of them a the joys of a quick death. It is unlikely, that with a single arrow, i could have procured the information that i did. Mei. Burgundy Falls. You would be amazed at the pain you can cause with a broken arrowhead. Even when they begged me not to slaughter them in exchange for this delightful information, i still did, lying through the smirk as they fled and i drew my bow.

Gods... What am i becoming? What am i changing into?

I know not.

The small pleasantries... Mikh'a had organised a small gathering, once a week. I attended in formal wear, obviously, and yet... Even with musings about fashion and the like, my mind will not allow me to venture far from the subject. Mathieux. You have been gone for nigh on near a moon, dear. And i am coping as best i can. I no longer voice my worries so openly, to save my kin from rolling their eyes in amusement. Not aside to those i hold dearest. I hope you received my letter. I know you did. The delayed reply does worry me some, but i know, in my heart... You're okay. You're a capable, wonderful man, who is more than equipped to deal with his duties. I am naught but a worrisome watchwoman who frets about the littlest thing.

I'll be okay.

Even as my tears stain this page, and i cry myself to sleep over many a thing.

I'll be okay.

~Bexy.</font>
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<center>'''Diary Entry, 17th Sun of the 2nd Umbral Moon'''
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He came back. He returned to me.

I would have written sooner, however i had imbibed some peculiar tea which had rather knocked me for a loop. I will be wary next time... By the twelve, i can assure you. I am still not entirely certain if the earth beneath my feet still moves so unnaturally.

Many, many new faces with the Kindred. It is refreshing to see them, truly. I have yet to get to know so many of them so well, however i believe such will come with due time.

Sastra had purchased us a house, in the Goblet. It is beautiful... Cosy... Has all i could need in it. I am fond, truly. I have even found additional services as a barmaid, which is far different from what my work usually entails. Enjoyable nonetheless. It seems i have a knack for such a thing, having imbibed many a beverage during my travels of Eorzea, i know more than a few interesting cocktails.

In any case, with such said... It seems i have resumed my duties as Watchwoman. An Elezen, it was said. He seeks Khuja. And i am to watch for one. I asked to perform the duties of which i am so used to for many a reason. I miss them. I wish to protect Khuja. I wish to protect my Kin. Give back... What they have given to me. I wish those were the only reasons.

I spoke with Vijara again. About... Those urges that have seemingly manifested. She was supportive of me, as always. Sisters as her oft are. Mayhaps she will be able to harness that desire that lingers within me to kill, afore aught terrible happens. She recommended we hunt together, in the Shroud. Although this time our quarry will be far... Smaller.

And it will scream, should we let it.

I have even taken up a contract from an old provider, as it were. Worry not. Naught regarding killing. But it does aid to cater to those urges. Mayhaps i will again. Truly little stops me. But... Afore i make any rash decisions, i will speak to Matt.

My dear, beloved Mathieux.

I grow ever more fond of the man, and i see no reason i should halt my affections. Almost four moons since we met.

It was a quiet day, in my new home. Shadow... Quin.. Sisha.. We were eating. I remember not what it was, only that it was potato based and godly delicious. And then... He arrived. It still feels like a dream. He was wearing the most delightful garments, as he had attended a feast prior to arriving. And... Oh Twelve.

His hair. I had scarcely seen him with unbound hair before. It is... A marvel. I am certain my mind ceases to function in his presence. Those warming green eyes, and that flowing curtain of black hair. And his smile. I shall never forget it, and even recalling such memories warms my heart.

We slept under the stars that night. In Thanalan. It was beautiful, and a fond memory i shall cherish.

Such thoughts bring my mind peace. And whilst i am able to remain in these thoughts, i shall rest.

~Bexy
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==<div style="padding:5px; background: #000000; box-shadow: inset -10px -5px 10px -1px #FFFFFF"><span style="font-size: 25px; color: #CCCCCC; font-family: Book Antiqua;">History</span></div>==
Bexy hails from the South Shroud, Camp Tranquil. Quick to learn the bow from an Elezen guard she later befriended, she practiced for many, many cycles, finally mastering the weapon. Her relationship with her only family she knew, her mother, Nhe'raphi, and her sister, Zarya, was a generally unpleasant and turbulent one. Her mother cared little for her, greatly favoring her elder sister and viewing Bexy as little more than a burden. Zarya eventually left Camp Tranquil, and Bexy soon followed a moon after. Eventually, she explored Eorzea in its entirety, venturing every place she was able to, looking for a place she finally felt she belonged.

==<div style="padding:5px; background: #000000; box-shadow: inset -10px -5px 10px -1px #FFFFFF"><span style="font-size: 25px; color: #CCCCCC; font-family: Book Antiqua;">Timeline</span></div>==

'''0 Cycles''' - Bexy is born in Camp Tranquil. Only her mother and elder sister are present.

'''12 Cycles''' - She begins to learn how to draw a bow with the Elezen guards stationed there. She befriends one of them, and they become close. The relationship between Bexy and her blood family deteriorates.

'''16 Cycles''' - After a visit from a strange man with a bow, and her sisters sudden, yet strange disappearance, Bexy's relationship with her mother reaches an all time low. She leaves Camp Tranquil. ''For a more detailed explination, see "The Longest Sunset" In the story section.''

'''17 Cycles''' - After making her way to La Noscea, Bexy chooses to spend the night in the wilds once more. A man approaches her, and after a brief confrontation and a struggle, she ends up killing him. This is the first time she has ended a sentient life, and the event disturbs her some.

'''20 Cycles''' - With Dalamud descending from the skies, and Bexy now in Thanalan, she heads as far south as she can in a ply to escape her fate. Eventually, she meets part of the Merodi family, and becomes good friends with Shadow, having sheltered together in the Red Labyrinth. She later returns to Camp Tranquil to find that her close friend and mentor had perished in the Calamity.

'''21 Cycles''' - After tracing a lead on Zarya's possible whereabouts, she ends up in Natalan, Coerthas. Whilst she finds little to no trace of her, she does however find an incredibly ornate, and unique bow. She decides to keep it for herself, becoming attached to it, it having served her well throughout her ventures. It is the current bow she uses to date, and she is unlikely to ever replace it.

'''25 Cycles''' - Current.

==<div style="padding:5px; background: #000000; box-shadow: inset -10px -5px 10px -1px #FFFFFF"><span style="font-size: 25px; color: #CCCCCC; font-family: Book Antiqua;">Stories</span></div>==

<center>'''The Longest Sunset'''

The story of how Bexy grew up, and eventually left her home.

<spoiler>Turning and twitching in her sleep, she wrinkles her nose... Memories of her childhood flood back to her in her slumber, invading her thoughts.

She sighs, and draws her bow once more. Concentrating harder than last time, focusing.
“Once more, Bexy. You’re close.” The towering Elezen smiled, straightening her form. “Remember the wind. It carries.” Exhaling, she looses the arrow again. It skims the target, and falls.
“Nephiren, i can’t...” She begins, sighing irritably. Her stomach growls audibly.
“You can. You just have to keep practising.” He turned, peering down with eyes full of concern. “Has she not fed you again, kit...?”
She shakes her head, knowing it useless to lie to the man.
“I see... Follow. I won’t see you on an empty stomach.” The young Miqo’te follows. She had barely seen her twelfth cycle. She was smaller... Thinner than most her age. Though she had none aside her elder sister to compare with. Sitting down with a huff, she looks around, the smell of food captivating her senses.
“Here. Eat, Bexy. I’m a grown man, i can do without.” He smiles warmly at her, as she bows her head in thanks to him before picking up the bread, stopping herself from devouring it within seconds. He sighs at her, brushing his long blonde hair from his face. “I’ll be having words with your mother. Nhe’raphi cannot be allowed to treat her children like this... I would not see it happen to my own...” She looks at him, her eyes wide with worry.
“Please... Do not. Zarya... She... Needs the food more than I. If she wishes to explore, she must do so on a full stomach...” He sighs. Pointless to argue. He would just have take action himself.

The thoughts continue to linger inside her mind. Four cycles pass, and it once again becomes more vivid, quarrelling with her emotions to think of.

She smirks, examining the arrow closer within the target; a large, ripe fruit. “I win, Zarya. Fair’s fair. Hand me the ten Gil, like we agreed” She beams. She always did like to best her sister in what little she could. The clearly older Miqo’te wrinkles her nose, folding her arms in refusal, her neat black hair barely brushing at her shoulders as she turns her head.
“No. Ya cheated. Like usual, ya little rat.” She pouts, frowning down on her younger sibling. A wicked grin besets her lips, and she draws her bow, Bexy’s head still lingering close to the target. She fires.
“Aiiiieee!” Bexy screams, jumping back as the arrow sails by her head and embeds itself in the fruit, narrowly missing her. “What are you trying to do, kill me?!” She shrieks, shocked by Zarya’s actions.
“I wouldn’t have missed were i trying.” She taunts. Her green eyes take a wicked glint, as she moves up to examine her shot. “See...? I got it closer that time. I wi---“
Suddenly, another arrow pierces the fruit, splitting it into pieces, the vivid red juice spattering onto Zarya’s face as it did. They both look up at the archer, stunned.
A handsome Miqo’te male stood before them, much older than both females. His sharp green eyes peered through his wild black hair, and he grins.
“Now that, girls, is how you fire an arrow...” He smirked. The bow which the arrow came from was most... Extravagant. A white, intricate frame with many a decoration. Gold and red adorned it, with an elegant harp atop. Bexy’s mouth was agape in awe, as Zarya cleared her face in disgust.
“That...That’s amazing...” She started, walking closer to the man, in awe at the bow. “I’ve... Seen nothing like it before...”
“And likely... Never will again, luv. One of a kind” He motions to it, lowering it so she can take a better look. “Custom made. A replica of a famous bow from ages past.” Zarya paced over, looking the man in the eyes.
“You... Came back...?” She stuttered, looking sternly. “Wh-Why...?” Much to the confusion of Bexy.
“You... Know him..?” She asked, her violet eyes flickering between Zarya, and the unfamiliar archer. The male glances to Zarya curiously, as she spits words at her sister.
“None of ya business! Get mother. Now!” She hisses. Bexy widens her eyes with shock for but a moment, before complying, running to the small tent her so-called “Family” occupied.
“Mother...?” She asked, shyly, peering inside the tent. “Mother... A... Man is here...” The older miqo’te sighed. Narrowing her eyes, she stares at her youngest daughter.
“Tell me something new. What do you want, child?” She snapped. Recoiling, Bexy continued.
“He’s... Got a bow.. It’s... Really pretty...” Her mother froze. Baring her teeth, she stares furiously.
“What... Did you say...?” She whispers callously.
“It’s white, and shiny... He’s talking to Zar—“ She tried to continue, before her mother stormed away in anger, almost knocking Bexy clean off her feet.
“Wait here. Do not move, do you understand...?”
“Y-yes... Mother...” She nodded. She peered from the tent. No sooner had her mother got there, a heated argument exploded between the three. It seemed to last for hours...

Turning yet again, her grip tightening on her pillow, her eyes welling. But she wouldn’t wake.

She disappeared that night. Zarya. On a routine exploration of Amdapor, she never came back. The words haunted her.
“They never found the body...”
“Poor girl.. Probably nothing left...”
“We heard screams... “
She sighed, looking up to the tent. It had been almost a moon since she had gone. Her mother was heard sobbing outside... Bexy knew she had to finally say something to her. With a look of regret, she pulls herself to her feet, and treads lightly outside.
“M...Mother...?”
No response. Not a word.
“Mother, please... You can’t keep doing this.. She’ll come back. You know it.”
Nhe’raphi turned, to reluctantly gaze at her for a moment, before returning to looking out. She slumped on the side of a table, a bottle of gin lay empty on the side.
“And... I truly thought better of you... Bexy...”
“Wh...What do you mean..? Mother i—“ She started, furring her brow.
“This is.. Your fault...” She spat. “If it weren’t for you... Your father might have still been here...”
“But mother i nev---“ She was interrupted as a hand was braught across her face. They both stared in silence. Bexy’s eyes welled. It hurt. The physical pain was the least of it.
“You... Should have never been..” Her mother glared. “You ruined everything. I could have settled down... I could have been something...” She continued, pacing about the platform as Bexy dropped to her knees. “You weren’t wanted, do you hear me?! Zarya... She was something different! A daughter i could be proud of! But you? You were nothing more than a mistake!” She screamed, enraged. Bexy did naught but stare down. Tears streamed down her face. She said nothing.
“Zarya was born of love, Bexy. She was meant to happen! You are nothing more than a product of a past mistake... A mistake i regret with every inch of my being... For every time i even glance at you.. I am reminded.” She sneered, turning her head away. “Go. Fetch me something to eat. I’m hungry and you may as well prove to be... Not a complete burden...”

Bexy nodded. She never spoke a word. Tears fell, and she heard all she had needed. She momentarily slipped inside the tent, took a hold of her bow, and left the camp. With a single, longing look, she sobbed, breaking into tears as she fell to her knees. She had always felt unloved... But the words proved too much for her. After a short while, she stood, wrinkling her features, and nodding at her home solemnly. She turned and left, with no such intention to return. She would find somewhere. Somewhere she belonged.

She sat up, her heart pounding in her chest, a cold sweat lacing her skin. Looking about, the features of the room barely stood out against the moonlight. She was no longer in a tent. No longer in Camp Tranquil. She glanced to the bed, and smiled, as her eyes trailed across the form of the handsome Elezen sleeping aside her. No longer alone. She sighed, thanking the Twelve that it had just been a terrible dream. Slipping back into the sheets, she sighed with relief, hoping for a few more hours before she resumed her duties. </spoiler>

'''When The North Snows Fall'''

Her last encounter with her wayward sibling, and the events that unfolded between them.

<spoiler>Smiling as the snow laced itself within her hair, she glances through the blizzard towards the Observatorium. “Coerthas...” Bexy sighed, smiling. “I’m almost there...” The wind bit at her face as she continued to walk forwards into the snow, her new attire she had picked especially for the occasion swayed with the breeze. She was going to see him again, for what felt like the first time in moons.

“Oh Bexy....” A voice almost whispered with the winds, carrying the harshness of the cold with it. “Going somewhere...?” It questioned. Her ears flattened with the words, as she reached for her bow, immediately unfolding it and aiming it in the direction of the voice. Zarya. She hadn’t even bothered to obscure herself, standing with a maniacal grin before her, a bloodied lance in hand.

“How did you...?” Bexy started, standing straight, drawing the bow at her sister.

“It was obvious, sis...” Zarya snarled, giving her the usual taunting grin as she walked a pace or two forward. “I knew you were passing through to Coerthas. Got someone you wanna see, eh...?” She cackled. Bexy’s mouth was agape, the comment causing her to draw back somewhat. How did she know...? She thought to herself.

“I’m sick to my freakin’ teeth of you havin’ it so good...” The rugged miqo’te growled, jabbing her spear in taunting to Bexy. “First ya’ steal me own bow from me... An’ now ya think you can just walk on by and get away with it...? Mama always knew you were a bad un. Right from the beginnin’... Almost drowned ya off, she did...” She chuckled.

“I care not, Zarya...” Bexy sighed, biting her tongue to an extent. Her hands were uneasy, quivering at the thought of what she may do. “I... Have a new family now... One who truly loves me..” She swallowed nervously, her breath leaving a faint trace in the air. “I... Do not want to fight you...”

Zarya pouted, her lips then widening into a wry smirk. “Oh, i see, i see. Makes things much easier... Gimme it then.” She demanded, beckoning her with a single finger. “A lil’ more borin’, don’t get me wrong.. I was hoping to have to pry it away from your dead fingers...”

Narrowing her eyes, Bexy glared at her elder sister in disbelief. “You think i would hand such a... Trusted weapon such as this to a slanderous heathen such as yourself...? Are you truly of your own senses!?” She shook her head with question as the last words left her mouth. “You think i would willingly let you take such a thing from my grasp!?!” Her ears flattened in disgust, teeth gritted with fury. “No. Not now, not ever, Zarya!” She tightened the bow. Though she did not want the moment to arrive... She could not prevent it. Not in any way she could fathom.

Zarya’s eyes narrowed, and she pursed her lips, pausing. Silence rung through the air for a brief moment. “Whoever said i was to take it willingly...” She whispered coldly, a firm look of despise in her eyes. “I would much... Much rather take it by force...” She murmured, approaching her sister, lance in hand.

“Stay.. Stay back! I will fire upon you!” Bexy exclaimed, her hands shakingly notching the arrow into place, though unable to steady her hands “Do.. DO NOT MAKE ME!” She shouted, casting her glance aside, her eyes closing with fear as she misfires her arrow, making naught more than a silent thud into the snow as it left her fingers. “I DO NOT WANT YOU TO COME TO HARM!” She repeated, shaking hands reaching for another arrow from her quiver.

Zarya laughed as the arrow clipped her arm, letting a small trickle of blood ooze from it. She cast it a glance with pouted lips, trailing off. “Oh... So i see... Finally grew a backbone after all of this time... “ She dropped her lance, walking a brisk pace towards Bexy, all sanity leaving her wild green eyes. “Then shoot me! C’mon! Shoot me, Bexy!” She taunted, laughing throughout her words, merely ilms away from the arrowhead.
But naught came of it. Bexy sighed, and shook her head. She lowered her bow.

“No.... No Zarya” She exhaled, the chilly mist engulfing her sister’s face. “I will not... Submit to such taunting..” She began to back away as Zarya’s face twisted into confusion. “I will not put down my own sister... Please...” She folded her bow, replacing it upon her back. Bexy turned, and began to walk. “I have found my place, Zarya... For once, i am loved. Not like back at... At Camp Tranquil. I have those who love me, a place to live, and a duty to do. I...” Her eyes began to well, as she bit her lip and looked to the snowy skies once more. “I... Wish you to do the same... I wish for your happiness in turn..” She began to walk, a single tear falling from her eyes as she neglected to wipe it away.

Zarya stared, open mouthed. She did not... No. Could not understand. She backed away, wrinkling her nose in disgust as her mind played with the thoughts of her sibling’s newfound happiness. “It... It’s not fair...” She choked, almost whispering. Her voice was of a different tone, almost vulnerable. “WHY DOES EVERYONE ALWAYS TAKE YOUR SIDE?!” She screamed, making her sister turn. “Why... Should everyone love you...? What did you ever do that was so special?! It isn’t freaking fair!” She protested, kicking at the snow with her boot. Bexy’s ears twitched with the comment, barely able to hold her nerve as she turned.

“Funny, that... I used to ask myself the same thing, in my youth...” She almost whispered over her shoulder, eyes crying a river of tears. She glanced one final time at her sister, leaving her on her knees in the snow. “Goodbye... Zarya. Please... Live well.” She started to walk again, holding back sobs as she did.

Zarya just continued to stare. Her eyes were fixed on the snow, emerald eyes brimming with tears. “Wh-... Why...?” She mumbled, shuffling backwards. Her eyes trailed further along the path, following Bexy’s footsteps. As she put her hand out to steady her... She felt it within her grasp again. Her spear. Not tearing her eyes away for a second, she traced them further up the younger miqo’te’s form. A wry smiled formed once again as her hand closed around her trusty weapon. The bow. It was in her sights. And was she just going to let it walk away....?

Like Hells.

She lept, spear in hand, and closed the gap between herself and Bexy within a few mere strides, swiping with her spear in utter fury. It connected. Tearing into Bexy’s side, and through the center of her bow, knocking her to the floor as the bow dropped to the floor in pieces.

Bexy’s eyes widened with shock. She felt nothing, as she crawled to her knees, gasping for breath. Then it hit her. A searing pain split her side, as she screamed out in agony, clutching at it with her hand. It was... Warm. She felt something begin to stream out of her, and she glanced to her side regrettably. Blood. A large open gash on her side began to throb with pain, the essence of panic engulfing her, as she screamed, the blood tainting her hands, spreading throughout her elegant white shirt.

Zarya couldn’t care less about the screams. She finally had it! It was hers! The bow practically glistened in her hands, as a maniacal grin swept her lips, eyes wide with awe. “Ahaaa!” She cackled, cradling the bow as she stood, grinning widely. “It.. It is mine... Finally, mine!” She laughed, turning her head to Bexy. She was on her knees shaking... One hard firmly gripping the snow as she hunched over, the other concealing her wound. Zarya narrowed her eyes.

“I told you... Bexy... It’s mine....” The last word seemed to slide from her mouth, as she sauntered gleefully towards her prey. Bexy remained still, coughing and gasping from both shock and pain. Zarya’s grin faded into a malicious glower, as she placed the remnants of the bow on the floor. Looking up with wide eyes, Bexy winced, blood speckling and mingling with the snow.

“You caused me way too much trouble with this..” She sneered, looking down to her. With a brief cant of her head, she took a step back, striking her foot forward towards Bexy’s ribs, hitting her with such force she spun to her back, accompanied by a pitched scream. Zarya smirked, taking up her spear again before stepping on Bexy’s exposed hand, rendering her unable to move. “Have you any idea how much trouble you are...?” She chuckled, playfully kicking at her injury, accompanied by the occasional whimper on Bexy’s part.

Writhing in agony, Bexy clenched her teeth, not wanting to give her sister so much as an onze of satisfaction at her suffering could she help it. Finally, Zarya ceased her torment, lifting the head of the spear to the neck of her quarry. “A stupid idea to come alone... Ya little brat...” She taunted, pushing more of her weight down onto Bexy’s hand. “No one to hear you scream...” She purred, playfully. “No one left to watch your back...”

Eyes full of disbelief, Bexy glanced back to Zarya. Her mind, whilst riddled with terror, was making connections. She... Couldn’t have. Not him. Least of anyone.. Him. “Matt...” She whispered, breath caught in her throat. “What... What did you do... To him...?” Zarya’s face was one of confusion. And then it dawned on her... The Elezen. The all too familiar smile graced her lips wider than ever before. “Oh... Someone important...?” She mocked, laughing at her coldly. “Not anymore. You think you’re the first to meet death at my spear this hour...?” She chuckled.

Bexy wrinkled her nose with pain, struggling to be free. She was in disbelief. “Matt!” She screamed, writhing to no avail. Crying fitfully to the skies, she sobbed loudly. “How... How could you... I...” She began, though was silenced by Zarya’s smirk and the spear tip to her lips. “Shh... Shuuush, little Bexy..” She hushed. “Wouldn’t want ya last breaths to be wasted, no...?” Bexy’s eyes were streaming once more, shaking her head at Zarya as she took the wrath of her elder sibling. Another sickening smirk enveloped her lips.

“I ain’t even gonna give you the privilege of dyin’ ‘ere with me.” She taunted. “I’m gonna leave ya somewhere... Unpleasant. No one will ever care ta find you... Should they even bother lookin’...” She raised her spear, causing Bexy to flinch. “You’re gonna die alone, Bexy... Just like ya always deserved... “

A look of pure terror took her features, as she took as deep a breath as she could muster. “MATHIEUX!” She screamed, the last syllable barely leaving her lips before the blunt end of Zarya’s polearm collided with her head, rendering her unconscious. Zarya smirked one final time. “It’s only what ya deserve... Ya spoiled lil’ brat...” Laughing, she took the hand she had been stood on, not before remembering the bow. She chuckled as she dragged her limp body through the fresh Coerthian snows. </spoiler>

'''A Passing Storm'''

A terrible nightmare afflicting Bexy, that she cannot seem to put to rest.

<spoiler>She lies there, moving little with every breath she takes, her form barely visible from the moonlight in the window. Her hands grip the blankets tighter than before, eyes shut tight with terrible thoughts. She exhales shakily.

Bronze Lake. The sun beats down on the fine wooden rooftops, Bexy sitting atop her favourite spot. She was fond of this particular place in his absence, for it gave her the best view of the road into Bronze Lake, so she could see his return the moment he arrived. She smiled as she shifted her weight, unfolding her sleeve on her favourite shirt as she did. “Any sun now...” She sighed. She glances, lips pursed to the Aetheryte plaza below, examining each face closely as she did. Her gaze returns to the path. A few, long minutes pass, as she sighs again.

A moon passes. Fleetingly for some. She remembers every day.

The rain lashes against her clothes, soaked through to her skin. She forces herself not to shiver, as she leans forward again, pulling her knees to her chest. She refuses to take shelter. Many of the Kindred had tried helplessly to coax her inside, their kind words and warm faces giving the little warmth she still possessed. Biting her lip, turning her vision to the skies, her ears flatten somewhat as a violet streak split the clouds. She never did like the rain, and the lightning, less so. “He’s probably just busy...” Her mind tells her. She tries to convince herself. She does not allow her tears to fall, making an attempt to calm herself before they do.

Two moons. Two more moons. The rain seems to bring cold that the sun cannot quell.

The thunder roars through the skies, the bitter cold biting into her painfully. She barely moves from the passage of time, her eyes peering over her knees as she holds them close. The wind tears at her, but still, she shows no intent on moving, only occasionally bringing the half empty bottle of brandy to her lips for a drink. She sighs, and her eyes close, only briefly before setting them back on the path to the resort. “Has... He forgotten...?”

The thought almost echoes in her mind, her eyes, weary and devoid of sleep. Cruel thoughts begin to torture her.

“Has he forgotten about me...?” She repeated, still in her thoughts “N...No... Maybe he found someone else?” Her eyes begin to brim with tears, but still, she remains unmoving. A thought strikes her, and her brow furrows further with worry. She did not want to think it. “Maybe he’s.... Dead...”

A knot rises in her stomach as her own musings taunt her endlessly. “Which would hurt less...?” Her own mind mocked. “To have him forget? To have him die...?” She knew not. She couldn’t fight her thoughts, but at the same time, she couldn’t let them consume her. She had to hold on.

Her tears flood her cheeks as the thought passes. Thus was the one thing she did not mind about the rain. It was much more difficult to tell if she had cried. Of course, the answer was too obvious to anyone who knew her. She sobs silently into her hands, obscuring her vision for the first time in a while. She could never know. Even were she to travel to Coerthas herself, she couldn’t ever be seen with him for more than a short while. She couldn’t risk her presence causing him trouble. She had sent countless letters into the northlands, and not a single reply arrived.

“He promised he would write....” Her voice breaks. Weakness is evident in her words.

“He... He promised he’d see me again....” She sobs again. She cries until the sun finally ebbs from view, plunging the horizon into darkness. Eventually, after some long hours, her tears subside.

“I will wait for him...” She whispers to herself, “I promised I would...” She once again turns her eyes to the path. She does not move.

She wakes with a bolt, stifling a scream with her hands as she sits. Tears stream rivers down her cheeks, as she struggles to catch her breath. She pauses, not making a sound. She did not want to wake him, sighing with relief as she felt his presence beside her. She moves back between the sheets, pulling herself closer to him, making some small attempt to quell the thoughts within her mind. This would not be the first time such terrible thoughts plagued her. Unlikely, it would be, that this would be the last. </spoiler>

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==<div style="padding:5px; background: #000000; box-shadow: inset -10px -5px 10px -1px #FFFFFF"><span style="font-size: 25px; color: #CCCCCC; font-family: Book Antiqua;">Rumours</span></div>==
=='''Commonly Heard Rumours'''==
"The Watchwoman? Yeah, she's up there a lot. Likes to sit on the rooftops" - Bronze Lake Patron

"The one with the Elezen? She speaks about him a lot..." - Quicksand Regular

=='''Lesser Heard Rumours'''==
"I see her walking to and from the Shroud a lot. She seems a little... Familiar, i guess? She never stays long" - Wood Wailer Guard

=='''Rarely Heard Rumours'''==
"I hear someone playing harp from behind that house on the hill... A little haunting. But it stops when i get near..." - Curious Bather

"I see her sometimes. She kneels before that rock and watches the waterfalls. She looks so... Lost" - Watchful Adventurer

=='''PC Rumours'''==
"Best sister in the world." - [[Shadow Merodi]]

"Bexy..? She's like a sister to me... She's helped me get out of a black pit." - [[Vyncent Fields]]

"One had no choice in whom she called brother and sister at birth. Miss Bexy however, one has the choice to, and I -choose- to call her an elder sister, and consider it the greatest honour to do so." - [[W'pondahl Amih]]

"Such a short skirt she wears~! And only a dainty little buckle that hide 'er best 'assets'~! Now, if I hide here..." - [[Daiyumi Maeda]]

(Feel free to add!)

==<div style="padding:5px; background: #000000; box-shadow: inset -10px -5px 10px -1px #FFFFFF"><span style="font-size: 25px; color: #CCCCCC; font-family: Book Antiqua;">Roleplay Hooks</span></div>==
''A passing word uttered, or an entire conversation. These, mentioned in her vicinity are likely to grasp her attention and pique her interests.''

'''Ishgard''' - Whilst not a descendent of the city-state herself, Bexy is interested in the matters of Ishgard, her lover having come from there.

'''Elezen''' - The race Bexy is most fond of. Upon hearing the word, she will likely scan the area for such a specimen. Should she find one... Her gaze likely will not move for awhile.

'''Bronze Lake''' - One of the places Bexy works at. Should she hear anyone mention it, she will listen to their thoughts on such a place with interest.

'''Camp Tranquil''' - Her place of birth. She will listen warily on the subject.

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<spoiler> [[File:Bexy 1.png]][[File:Bexy 2.png]][[File:Bexy Amalaryssia 23 11 2013 02 25 52.png]]
[[File:Bexy Amalaryssia 15 02 2014 22 19 49.png]][[File:Bexy Amalaryssia 23 11 2013 02 33 57.png]][[File:Bexy Amalaryssia 30 01 2014 02 11 57.png]][[File:Bexy Amalaryssia 25 03 2014 12 40 36.png]]
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==<div style="padding:5px; background: #000000; box-shadow: inset -10px -5px 10px -1px #FFFFFF"><span style="font-size: 25px; color: #CCCCCC; font-family: Book Antiqua;">Artwork</span></div>==

==<div style="padding:5px; background: #000000; box-shadow: inset -10px -5px 10px -1px #FFFFFF"><span style="font-size: 25px; color: #CCCCCC; font-family: Book Antiqua;">Music</span></div>==
'''Bexy's general theme''' - Last of the Wilds - Nightwish [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GwES9M0isVM]

==<div style="padding:5px; background: #000000; box-shadow: inset -10px -5px 10px -1px #FFFFFF"><span style="font-size: 25px; color: #CCCCCC; font-family: Book Antiqua;">Other Notes</span></div>==
Odd bits and bobs of templates taken from many people and places. I can't possibly list everyone, but thankyou for letting me use what i could! <3

Bexy Amalaryssia

2014-04-25T01:11:33Z

Daiyumi:

[[category:Player Character]]

{{Infobox-character
| name = Bexy Amalaryssia
| image = Bexy Amalaryssia 20 01 2014 12 49 05.png
| title = Bexy Amalaryssia, at sunrise.
| gender = Female
| citizenship = Currently unaffiliated, in the past Gridania.
| race = Miqo'te
| clan = Seeker Of The Sun
| stat_1 = Namesday
| stat_1_value = 4th Sun of the 4th Umbral Moon.
| stat_2 = Occupation
| stat_2_value = Watchwoman at the Bronze Lake resort / Barmaid at the Kindred House.
| stat_3 = Age
| stat_3_value = 25
| stat_4 = Residence
| stat_4_value = Camp Bronze Lake/The Goblet
| stat_5 = Server
| stat_5_value = Balmung
| stat_6 = Last Updated
| stat_6_value = 14/4/14

}}

==<div style="padding:5px; background: #000000; box-shadow: inset -10px -5px 10px -1px #FFFFFF"><span style="font-size: 25px; color: #CCCCCC; font-family: Book Antiqua;">Character</span></div>==
Bexy is, for the most part, a polite and well mannered Miqo'te who enjoys exploring. She is loyal to those she holds dear, being equally defensive of them should they be threatened. She is observant, kind in most cases, and not often one to shy away from those in need. Her naivety can prove to be her downfall on many an occasion, as well as her habit of being too quick to trust others. In short, she is usually easy to get along with should she be approached. She works as a Watchwoman at Bronze Lake, as well as a barmaid in the house in the Goblet, for the Kindred, as well as aiding them in other duties. Up until recently, she also took on mercenary work, but maintaining a stable lifestyle has allowed her to phase it out from her life, although she does consider going back.

==<div style="padding:5px; background: #333333; box-shadow: inset -10px -5px 10px -1px #FFFFFF"><span style="font-size: 25px; color: #CCCCCC; font-family: Book Antiqua;">General</span></div>==

'''Full Name''' - Bexy Amalaryssia

'''Pronunciation''' - Beck-see Ah-mah-lah-ree-sah

'''Height''' - Just shy of 5 Fulms, 4 Ilms

'''Weight''' - 115 Ponz

'''Hair Colour''' - Dusty Black

'''Eye Colour''' - Amethyst Purple

'''Skin Colour''' - Pale with a hint of peach.

'''Religion''' - Azeyma, The Warden (Greater), And Halone, The Fury (Lesser)

'''Laterality''' - Ambidextrous, but favours her right hand.

'''Sexuality''' - Heterosexual

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'''Speech'''- Bexy speaks far more eloquently than is expected of her race, often using more complex language than average, on top of being remarkably polite. Her voice carries a refined accent, and the tone is smooth with a slightly higher pitch. The reason as to why her speech differs from others lies in her upbringing. As she did not spend a terrible amount of time with her mother and sister, she often both trained and spoke with the Elezen guards that surrounded her home. As such, their mannerisms of speech left quite the impression with her.

'''Mind'''- Quite mature, but with varying degrees of intelligence. She isn't dim by anyone's standards, but on many occasions she can be found to be quite naive, being too quick to trust or believe the words of others she hardly knows. If she does have reason to be wary, however, she won't hesitate to keep them at arms length. She has made great effort trying to be strong, but should it best her, her mental state would dwindle rapidly.

'''Emotions'''- Being a veritable whirlwind of emotions at the best of times, she is an avid worrier, forever deep in thought and with concern of the safety of others. She does make great attempt to remain optimistic, however such can be so easily turned by the wrong words, or a more negative topic in conversation. Else, she appears to be contented and smiling, especially when those she holds close are near to her, and a glass of brandy in hand.

==<div style="padding:5px; background: #333333; box-shadow: inset -10px -5px 10px -1px #FFFFFF"><span style="font-size: 25px; color: #CCCCCC; font-family: Book Antiqua;">Appearance</span></div>==
Bexy stands at the far taller end for a Miqo'te, even taller than the occasional Hyur. She has long black hair she often ties into plaits, which reaches just past her shoulders. Her long tail is neatly brushed, as is the rest of her fur. Her skin is smooth and well looked after, being strangely pale for a Seeker, but it has tinted some with her long hours in the sun. She has deep purple eyes, which combined with her pale complexion and dark hair can often have others to confuse her as a Keeper, of which she does not terribly mind. As for scars and marks, her legs have a few, faint lines on them, mostly from general exploration, whilst a faint scar remains on her side from her sisters assault. The latter is less visible due to the amount of aetheric aid it received.

==<div style="padding:5px; background: #333333; box-shadow: inset -10px -5px 10px -1px #FFFFFF"><span style="font-size: 25px; color: #CCCCCC; font-family: Book Antiqua;">Attire</span></div>==
Being rather particular and and fussy with her clothing, Bexy tends to have an outfit for most occasions depending on the circumstances. If casual, she will wear light, baggy clothing, most often her favorite shirt fashioned after the attire of a bard. If walking or involved in more physically demanding activities, she will opt for tight fitting and light clothes as to not hinder her movement. She generally prefers black clothing above all else, however can be seen mixing in a little colour every now and then. She often wears jewelry to match her attires, owning many a different pair of coloured earrings. As for makeup, whilst lipstick is mostly only for an occasion, she is seldom seen without her eyeshadow, often being a purple, blue, grey or white hue.

==<div style="padding:5px; background: #000000; box-shadow: inset -10px -5px 10px -1px #FFFFFF"><span style="font-size: 25px; color: #CCCCCC; font-family: Book Antiqua;">Combat</span></div>==
Bexy is versed in the ways of combat, more specifically, in archery. She is quick on her feet, agile and evasive, opting to keep her foes at a distance, and herself at a vantage point. Her lithe frame however offers little support for attacks in close proximity, unable to take heavy hits and still remain able to fight. She prefers conflicts to pass without the need for bloodshed, however should she feel the need to, she will not hesitate to take up arms to defend those dear to her. If irked, she does have a more swift response, and certainly suffers from an itchy trigger finger should the mood take her.

==<div style="padding:5px; background: #333333; box-shadow: inset -10px -5px 10px -1px #FFFFFF"><span style="font-size: 25px; color: #CCCCCC; font-family: Book Antiqua;">Archery</span></div>==
As is the case with most archers, Bexy is very fond of her bow. Hers is unique in the sense it is fashioned after a relic from eras past, and although unknown to her at first, the bow belonged to her father, who was fond of age old trinkets and treasures. This bow, ornate, white, and adorned with red and gold, is of the longbow variant. Most see this to be unusual; Miqo'te are scarcely seen with them, often opting for shortbows to suit their smaller frames. Bexy, however, being trained by Elezen and being on the far taller side of a Miqo'te herself, finds this suits her much better. She is, however, well versed in both variants. She is incredibly attached to her bow, and it does not often leave her side. She occasionally plays the harp that sits on top of it.

==<div style="padding:5px; background: #333333; box-shadow: inset -10px -5px 10px -1px #FFFFFF"><span style="font-size: 25px; color: #CCCCCC; font-family: Book Antiqua;">Aether</span></div>==
Aether is not something Bexy is terribly versed in, only really able to fire the occasional wind or fire aether enchanted arrow. She cannot sense it terribly well, and even finds travel with aetheryites to be a strain, often feeling uneasy or nauseous after use. However, she has a great desire to learn the ways of it, especially regarding healing.

==<div style="padding:5px; background: #000000; box-shadow: inset -10px -5px 10px -1px #FFFFFF"><span style="font-size: 25px; color: #CCCCCC; font-family: Book Antiqua;">Tendencies</span></div>==

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:<font style="color:#000000" size="3">■</font> La Noscea
:<font style="color:#000000" size="3">■</font> The Sun
:<font style="color:#000000" size="3">■</font> Elezen
:<font style="color:#000000" size="3">■</font> Walks
:<font style="color:#000000" size="3">■</font> Exploring

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:<font style="color:#000000" size="3">■</font> Gin
:<font style="color:#000000" size="3">■</font> Lettuce
:<font style="color:#000000" size="3">■</font> Thunderstorms
:<font style="color:#000000" size="3">■</font> Crowds
:<font style="color:#000000" size="3">■</font> Male Highlanders
:<font style="color:#000000" size="3">■</font> Scalekin

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:<font style="color:#000000" size="3">■</font> Archery
:<font style="color:#000000" size="3">■</font> Harp
:<font style="color:#000000" size="3">■</font> Walking
:<font style="color:#000000" size="3">■</font> Sunbathing
:<font style="color:#000000" size="3">■</font> Drinking

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=== <div style="padding:10px 35px; background:#333333; font-size:14px; color:#CCCCCC"><center><span class="mw-headline">Favorites</span></center></div> ===
:<font style="color:#000000" size="3">■</font> '''Favourite Food/Drink''': Strawberries and Honey Brandy
:<font style="color:#000000" size="3">■</font> '''Favourite Place''': The Burning Wall, Thanalan
:<font style="color:#000000" size="3">■</font> '''Favorite Weather''': Sunshine. She is also fond of light snow.
:<font style="color:#000000" size="3">■</font> '''Favorite Season''': Summer
:<font style="color:#000000" size="3">■</font> '''Favorite Color''': Sky Blue
:<font style="color:#000000" size="3">■</font> '''Favorite Scents''': Roses, Honey.
:<font style="color:#000000" size="3">■</font> '''Favorite Animal''': Fireflies
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==<div style="padding:5px; background: #000000; box-shadow: inset -10px -5px 10px -1px #FFFFFF"><span style="font-size: 25px; color: #CCCCCC; font-family: Book Antiqua;">Relationships</span></div>==

: <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:#808080;" size="3">●</font> Neutral Standing     <font style="color:#C24640;" size="3">●</font> Poor Standing    <font style="color:#3333CC;" size="3">●</font> Wary    </center>

==<div style="padding:5px; background: #333333; box-shadow: inset -10px -5px 10px -1px #FFFFFF"><span style="font-size: 25px; color: #CCCCCC; font-family: Book Antiqua;">Kith and Kin</span></div>==
: <font style="color:#F02311;" size="3">♥</font> [[Mathieux Norremitore]] : Bexy's "Significant Other". An Ishgardian Knight whom she promptly fell for shortly after meeting. She is smitten with him, and speaks of him often in his absence. The Elezen provides a great source of comfort for her, and to him, she is fiercely loyal. He is her lover, whom she adores with every ilm of her being.

: <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font> [[Shadow Merodi]] : Her longest, and most dear friend. They met just before the Calamity, taking shelter together. Bexy views shadow as a younger sister, almost a daughter on occasion, and watches over her whenever she is able. Bexy is very defensive of the young Seeker.

: <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font> [[Senna Maham]] : One of the closest friends Bexy has, she spends a lot of time with the pale Keeper, often sitting around Bronze Lake, and venturing to the Quicksands with her. They share many morals, and Senna often stays with her should Mathieux not be present. Bexy holds a great degree of respect for Senna, and views her as close as a sibling.

: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Vincent Lacroix]] : A curious and mysterious Midlander, Crow, as she knows him, is often a man of wise words should she seek them. She seeks to hone her abilities with her bow with him, not in a test of skill, but morals, as she had done before. Being the co-leader of the Kindred, she trusts and respects his word.

: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Emelia Iscantel]] : A fellow Seeker Bexy is rather close with, yet another she views as a sibling. The girl, although much younger than her, offers Bexy much in the ways of comfort. She is also learning to cook from Emelia, as well as getting to try the many delicacies she prepares. She heartily approves of the relationship Emelia has with Shadow.

: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Spades Merodi]] : The mother of her dear friend. The older Seeker is very wise and well versed in the ways of the world, although Bexy treats her no different to the rest of her friends. She holds a deep respect for her, having heard much about her from Shadow. Spades has adopted Bexy, in a sense, in a hope to become the mother she never truly had.

: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Sastra Mortier]] : A Highlander lady whom Bexy has the utmost respect for. Sastra is the reason Bexy both resides and works in Bronze Lake, even being the one who set her on her initial date with Mathieux. Being one of the leaders of the Kindred, Bexy is inclined to listen to her words, and follow her orders should she have any.

: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Reinette Aurifont]] : A well spoken Elezen woman whom Bexy speaks with whenever present, Reinette has offered guidance for Bexy, both in her thoughts and in her attire. She was present with the group who found Bexy after Zarya attacked, and was one of the few who aided her. The two regularly discuss fashion.

: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font><font style="color:#3333CC;" size="3">●</font> [[Vijara Windaar]] : A close friend of hers, and one of the first to truly get to know her upon arrival at Bronze Lake, Bexy holds the shadowy Keeper in high regard, although makes it a point not to irk her regarding her... Tendencies. Bexy views Vijara as an elder sister, and often turns to her for advice.

: <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font><font style="color:#C24640;" size="3">●</font> [[Zarya Amalaryssia]] : Bexy's older sister, who throughout her childhood, made Bexy's life miserable. She went missing for nine cycles and was eventually found. Unfortunately, she only desired the bow in Bexy's possession, making many an attempt on her life for it. After almost succeeding, and severely injuring Bexy, she was maimed and thrown down a cliff by Mathieux. She is presumed dead.

: <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font><font style="color:#C24640;" size="3">●</font> [[Nhe'raphi Amalaryssia]] : Bexy's late mother. The two never truly bonded, Nhe'raphi always favoring Zarya over Bexy. Bexy rarely visited, especially considering her mothers descent into mental illness, and general disdain they held for each other throughout their childhood. She was found slain in her home in Camp Tranquil, a crime likely committed by Zarya.

==<div style="padding:5px; background: #333333; box-shadow: inset -10px -5px 10px -1px #FFFFFF"><span style="font-size: 25px; color: #CCCCCC; font-family: Book Antiqua;">Friends</span></div>==

: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Khuja'to Tayuun]] : A somewhat quiet, yet caring Keeper male. Bexy speaks with him on occasion. He often offers a "Friendly" reminder when her mind wanders to Matt, attempting to keep her thoughts in check. She shows great concern for him, and often wishes she could be more of aid to him.

: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[W'pondahl Amih]] : A Seeker whom with Bexy shares many, many common interests. She is polite, well spoken above all else, and Bexy has taken a fond liking to her. Whilst it is only early days, Bexy intends to grow close to the girl.

: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Akyhi Talrhin]] : A shy, young Keeper girl, Bexy is more than impressed with her skills regarding Aether, and has promised to teach her the bow. Akyhi has gifted Bexy a book amongst other things, so she can learn the ways of healing, both with and without Aether. Upon learning of Akyhi's past, Bexy has become quite defensive of her.

: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Rarashid Kokoshid]] : A Lalafell lady Bexy met around the same time as Nomi, whilst in Bronze Lake. The two speak occasionally, and have lately been bumping into oneanother in the Quicksands. Bexy sees the woman as being quite independent, and wishes to show her gratitude to her for Koko finding aid not long after she was attacked.

: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Mikh'a Elakha]] : One of the first of the Kindred Bexy ever met, Mikh'a is known to her for being rather promiscuous, however she is fully aware that he also has the potential to be quite kind. They speak should he be present, and they get along well. She often attends the High Tea gatherings he hosts.

: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Tatayon Jijiyon]] : A Lalafell whom Bexy often shares drinks with in the Quicksand, along with Senna. They speak regularly, often causing Bexy to have a wide grin on her face.

: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Thala'to Relenah]] : Bexy has often seen this Keeper around many of the other male Miqo'te within the Kindred. He is polite and friendly to her, as she is in return to him. She sees him to be rather shy, but else enjoys his company.

: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Z'sisha Tyata]] : A peppy, energetic young Seeker Bexy encountered in the Shroud. Whilst the polar opposite to Bexy, the two get along, even if the young girl is obsessed with mining. The girl has since joined the Kindred, and Bexy often speaks with her, often smiling in her presence.

: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Quinthel Moranguin]] : A Duskwight of the Kindred who is currently performing duties as a chef. Bexy is pleasant and polite to him, as he is to her. The two get along well, and she often strikes up conversation should he be present. She is interested greatly by his skills as a chef, and wishes to learn from him one day.

: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Umi Unsei]] : A painfully shy Keeper, Bexy met this girl in strange circumstances regarding a linkpearl Shadow gave her after an incident. Bexy is thankful to her for looking after her dear friend in her time of need.

: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font><font style="color:#3333CC;" size="3">●</font> [[Vyncent Fields]] : A Midlander that, despite very much getting off on the wrong foot, Bexy has come to regard as a friend. Having spoken with him extensively, and on many an occasion, she has realized they have much in common. She is, however, quite wary of the man, considering his feats and his... Questionable ways with women.

==<div style="padding:5px; background: #333333; box-shadow: inset -10px -5px 10px -1px #FFFFFF"><span style="font-size: 25px; color: #CCCCCC; font-family: Book Antiqua;">Those Met In Passing</span></div>==
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: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Darte Skyphire]] : A Highlander who recently joined the Kindred. Bexy, even regarding her general dislike for Highlander men is fond of him, often engaging in amusing banter with him. She finds him to be rather likable.

: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Gunzelin Bloodfist]] : A newer Hyur recruit to the Kindred, Bexy is fond of the man considering his politeness and mannerisms, even if they belie his appearance.

: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Versoix La'louvre]] : Bexy asked for the services of the Duskwight to help her move furniture into her new home, as well as delivering letters to Coerthas, to Mathieux when he was away on duties.

: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Nananomi Nomi]] : A Lalafell Bexy met at Bronze Lake. The two used to speak often, however she has not seen him in some time.

: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Khemi Amariya]] : A Miqo'te Bexy does not know by name. However she is truly thankful to her, having cured her after the incident with Zarya.

: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Lucaniel Clarke]] : A fairly new addition to the Kindred, the Hyur has proved to be quite good at giving out advice, and well versed in the mercantile trade.

: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Salem Nunh]] : An Ishgardian Seeker Bexy met at the Quicksand. She heartily enjoyed her conversation with him, showing a great amount of interest in his descent. She wishes to speak with him again should she find him.

: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Sacire Sinclair]] : A Midlander lady Bexy remembers fondly from her fine dress sense. She helped Bexy aquire some more fitting clothes after an incident. A friend of Vyncent.

: <font style="color:#808080;" size="3">●</font> [[Masha'ra Dhavha]] : A newer recruit to the Kindred, the blind Keeper is one Bexy has spoken with some, although not extensively.

: <font style="color:#808080;" size="3">●</font> [[Daxton Ashdale]] : A Keeper she occasionally sees at Bronze Lake. She knows little of him, only that he is currently in a relationship with Khuja.

: <font style="color:#808080;" size="3">●</font> [[Kai Sephtis]] : A Midlander who comes across as rather forward, if not a little brash. He is of the Kindred, and has questionable ways with the opposite gender.

: <font style="color:#808080;" size="3">●</font> [[R'khei Tia]] : A Miqo'te male of the Kinded. She sees him often around the house, usually amongst the others of his kin

: <font style="color:#808080;" size="3">●</font> [[Niamh Quill]] : A rather naive yet kind Hyur girl. She has visited the Kindred on a handful of occasions.

: <font style="color:#808080;" size="3">●</font> [[Gaige Tyflin]] : Yet another Miqo'te male of the Kindred. She has not had much time to speak with him, especially, but sees him around often.

: <font style="color:#808080;" size="3">●</font> [[Tseh Elakha]] : A Miqo'te Bexy has seen from time to time around Bronze lake. They ventured out on a short walk with Emelia.

: <font style="color:#808080;" size="3">●</font> [[A'linbo Dhen]] : A Seeker often working the bar at Bronze Lake. Bexy hasn't spoken much with her, aside from ordering her drinks.

: <font style="color:#808080;" size="3">●</font> [[Adravin Zikhov]] : A Miqo'te male Bexy happened upon in the Quicksands. After polite conversation, he offered to teach her about Aether, should he visit Bronze Lake.

: <font style="color:#808080;" size="3">●</font> [[Marx Duskwind]] : The lesser spoken Officer of the Kindred, Bexy knows little of the Midlander, but listens intently should he have anything to say.

: <font style="color:#808080;" size="3">●</font> [[Inphyy Alantar]] : A Lalafell archer she had polite conversation with in Ul'dah.

: <font style="color:#808080;" size="3">●</font> [[Thya Kahzuun]] : A Keeper she has briefly met through Vyncent, upon aiding him with his things on his move to Bronze Lake. The girl has left a good impression thus far.

: <font style="color:#808080;" size="3">●</font> [[Laurentius Vexen]] : A pleasant Hyur she enjoyed the company of in the Quicksands on a couple of occasions.

: <font style="color:#808080;" size="3">●</font> [[Chat D'fleur]] : A brash Miqo'te Bexy remembers from the Quicksands. She remembers her getting rather drunk, and said she would look for a mate for the girl.

: <font style="color:#808080;" size="3">●</font> [[Lanza Razaul]] : A Hyur she met, although briefly in the Quicksands. She remembers his kindness and politeness.

: <font style="color:#808080;" size="3">●</font> [[Nebula Stardancer]] : A miqo'te whom Bexy knows more in passing than in person. She staffed the celebration of her wedding with Ilwe'ran, and later met her at her home in Summerford in which they enjoyed pleasant company together.

: <font style="color:#808080;" size="3">●</font> [[Ilwe'ran Hlaiwa]] : The mate of Nebula, she worked as staff for his wedding party. She briefly met him along with Nebula in Summerford.

: <font style="color:#808080;" size="3">●</font> [[Flynn Rosenberg]] : Another Hyur who has recently joined the Kindred. She knows little of him, aside from the fact he is rarely seen without his other half, Mack.

: <font style="color:#808080;" size="3">●</font> [[Mackenzie Hawk]] : A Midlander lady who has recently joined the Kindred. The girl seems shy, on a first impression. She is rarely seen without her other half, Flynn.

: <font style="color:#808080;" size="3">●</font><font style="color:#3333CC;" size="3">●</font> [[Daiyumi Maeda]] : A Seeker Bexy is, by no small measure, terrified of. Her promiscuous nature combined with the complete disregard for personal space forever has Bexy on edge. Whilst she does not hate the woman, she causes Bexy to be very nervous should she be present.
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<center>'''Diary Entry, 27th Sun of the 6th Astral Moon'''
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Since i have finally settled down here, at least to a point, i have decided i will keep track of what goes on in my once quiet, now rather... Hectic life. Since wandering Eorzea i have stumbled across quite the little gem, which i now reside in. Camp Bronze Lake.

It all started one day when i was in the Shroud. I... Suppose i just happened to be in the right place at the right time. I was merely taking respite within Buscarron's Druthers, when a fair Hyur lady with long, red hair approached me, offering me a drink. Naturally, i accepted, and got to know the woman. Sastra was her name. A kind, cheerful woman who would, little did i know at the time, prove to be a dear and caring friend. Her friend Mikh'a was also present at the time. Quite a flamboyant fellow, that Miqo'te. I was extended an invitation to meet up at The Golden Bazaar, which of course, i heeded. And i met many others... It was many moons ago. Since then, i have managed to secure a job as security, as a watchwoman of sorts, working for Sastra.

I have met many others since, and people seem to pour through the doors of the fine establishment she owns. Such others as Vijara, a Miqo'te Keeper who works behind the bar along with Sastra herself. She seems quiet, and for good reasons, regarding her past that i'll leave out this entry. There's also a myriad of others... Sasani... Silver.. I could go on..

Mathieux..

My... Significant Other... I think i worded it. Words don't come easily regarding that... Jewel of a man. As polite as he is handsome, we only met mere days ago. I am... Anticipating his return, as i write.. I... Don't know what happens to me when he is present... I seem to lose all composure the moment he greets me. Such is the way with Elezen men and myself. Never quite met one like him, though. Sastra organised a small dinner, though did not attend herself like stated...

That began with a note. Which if i recall.. Said something along the lines of "Meet me at Forgotten Springs. Wear something nice!"

I obliged and... Was treated to a most pleasant meal with the most delicious company. Or perhaps i meant that that the other way... Aha...

Jesting aside, we had a rather pleasant walk to Costa Del Sol, this morn. Watching the sunrise... It was delightful. I vividly remember him falling down and soaking himself through in the water... Amongst other things unsavoury for the paper.

In all, that's how my life stands so far. And the outlook is... More than pleasant.

Til next time

~Bexy Amalaryssia</font>
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<center>'''Diary Entry, 2nd Sun of the 1st Astral Moon'''
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What... A blasted week i'm having. I've found barely a moment to write of my travels, for much has happened.

Natalan... Twelve curse it... I ventured there to seek the business i had with the Ixal. Had they not attacked me a few weeks prior, i would have left well enough alone. Why must i be a vengeful spirit? I recklessly charged into the stronghold... And yet, no hide nor hair of her could be found. But i know she's been. My sources are correct. What i found in Amdapor validates it. Mathieux.. He was with me at the time, and i've never been more glad. I took an injury. An arrow... It pierced my calf making it.. More than considerably difficult to walk. If it weren't for him i would... Not be writing this, it's safe to say. He patched me up to a point, and i proceeded to travel to Ul'dah, meeting Sastra there, unintentionally although welcomed. She helped me find aid, in the form of a young boy. His skill in healing was... Envious, and i was soon back on my feet the way i'm used to it.

In between most delightful visits from Matt, relaxing at the resort, and working my shifts... I managed to make the time to visit my mother. She... Still hasn't found many of her lost marbles. I do wish she would remember... Though we were never close, she is still my family, though now, i'm fairly certain she isn't the only one left. She mentioned i visited two days prior, although i did not. And referred to my name as Zarya. My sister. Mayhaps she has us confused? If it was not i who visited two days ago, who was it? Possibly she's more ill than i thought. Or perhaps my sister is alive after all this time. I do not wish to cling to false hopes, but i must. I have to know the truth.

I wish this wasn't the end of it. I truly do. But the arrow... It bothers me. Upon clearing my mind with many a glass of brandy, my thoughts took sense. The arrow. It is not of Ixali descent. My only thoughts are that someone could possibly want me dead. Would they stoop so low as to hire help...? I do hope not. In any case, something is terribly familiar about it. Searches today proved nothing. I will rest, for now before taking a final look tomorrow.

These lands are unforgiving... I can see why many faces are unfriendly. Not like those back home. At Bronze Lake. I want Matt... I want my friends... Sastra... Mikh'a and the others. Yet all i can do is choke back bitter tears, and pray the brandy gives me some hope of warmth.

I will return soon. I promise.

~Bexy Amalaryssia
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<center>'''Diary Entry, 9th Sun of the 1st Astral Moon'''
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And so, I open my eyes to Coerthas once more. Yet this time, for another reason entirely. A far... Better reason. Mathieux. As a Knight of Ishgard, he is stationed here, and i saw it fit to visit and lend my bow. As it happens, some of the Ishgardian families, namely House Fortemps, are not entirely adverse to the presence of... Unbelievers such as myself. Such are called those who do not follow Halone... Although... My views on such a matter are strengthened with every hour that passes. The Fury has protected these people. Watched over them in their many hours of need, and for a great many, She is all they have left to fight for. I am starting to understand the people of this land... Fate has been most cruel to them, and the snow has chilled many a heart.

Mercifully, Mathieux is not one of them. We agreed to meet at the Observatorium. It was... Most difficult meeting him in his homeland. Such... Relationships as ours are not welcomed. Needless to say, we made out way to Dragonhead and... I told him everything. I..

I found her. My sister. Zarya.

I... Recieved a letter some days ago. Sastra gave it to me... Apparently a Miqo'te with a spear, and that... Possibly, perhaps i was being hunted. Little did i know it was her. The letter revealed to me that i was to visit my mother... That she had fallen ill. Yet this puzzled me. It was mere days since i had last seen the woman, and aside from her usual ramblings she seemed to be fine. Of course, Matt escorted me from Bronze Lake to the Shroud, whilst en route to Coerthas for his duties. I wouldn't have dreamed of taking the path alone, especially with such a threat hanging over my head.

Once i took some small steps into the wood, not a minute passed until a force with the fury of Titan slammed into my side, screaming obscenities at me until i threw it off. She... Wanted to kill me. Wanted me to die. Time and time after she came at me with that blasted spear she was wielding, calling me a thief and a traitor to my kind. The bow. It was all she wanted. Not to see me. Not after... Nine years. I... Looked for her. Lost sleep and shed tears for her! And all she wanted was the damned bow! I refused to retaliate. But... It was no use. I had to... I drew my bow and loosed an arrow into her leg, bringing forth more insults as she fled. I chose not to follow. I know this isn't the end of it, though thankfully i escaped relatively unscathed. And so... After tying up some mercenary work amongst a handful of other things, i set my sights on the frozen lands i'm beginning to love.

Amongst... Other things. I.. Confessed it to him during one of our walks. We returned to Thanalan, to the desert we met in thanks to Sastra. All i got in return was a knowing smile. It was all i needed. My heart sings every time i trace my thoughts back to this moment. Not... Unlike the moment some time prior. The... Rosary. A depiction of Halone he handed to me whilst in Camp Dragonhead. A most... Curious, and touching item.. I.. Was touched. It belonged to his mother, to keep him safe whilst fighting in the Crusade. And now he wishes it on me, to keep me safe in these harsh, yet beautiful lands. I will treasure it.

Until anon.

~Bexy Amalaryssia</font>
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<center>'''Diary Entry, 12th Sun of the 1st Astral Moon'''
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Huurrnng.. What in the Seven Hells happened last night...? My head feels like Titan himself released his fury within my skull. I... Do not recall everything. My clothes are still wet... This puzzles me. All else i remember is Vijara telling me something about becoming a barmaid, and... Donning some most unusual clothing for such a situation. Apparently revealing clothes sell drinks, so she says...

In any case.. Matt is still beside me, so i suppose things can't have been too disastrous. I vaguely remember drinking whisky, and...

Twelve no... I remember somewhat of a confrontation involving Mathieux and Vyncent.. I do hope nothing comes of it.

Speaking of such things. Mathieux returned from Coerthas a couple of days ago. Vijara and i were... Hunting Halitostropers in the Shroud, seeing as.. She was having quite the day... Zinba. He.. Betrayed her in the worst way you could think of, and i had half a mind to let her tear him to pieces. Of course, i didn't.. Though if he ever shows his face again, i might think twice. In any case... During the hunt, Mathieux found me en route to Camp Bronze Lake. I... Am more than glad to have him back in my presence.

Though, the barmaid job has piqued my interests. Mayhaps i can cut out my mercenary work altogether if it happens. Though i do hope i get a better uniform.

In any case, i should get something for this blasted headache. Twelve damned i won't be touching whisky for awhile...

~Bexy Amalaryssia</font>
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<center>'''Diary Entry, 19th Sun of the 1st Astral Moon'''
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Squeeee!

He said it! Or.. Well, in some fashion he did. I... I am aware i told him such last time we visited the Forgotten Springs, but... This was much different. Very much so. Having received such delighting news that Sastra was taking over the bar, Vijara, Senna, Mikh'a and Mathieux, along with myself, made our way to it. A few fine brandies passed my lips, and.., He grew weary, wishing to retire to our room. I... Wanted to say it, terribly. But not... Only that. I wanted the others to know. I wanted Vijara, who is becoming more and more like a sister to me every day, to know how i felt... I wanted the world to know... My family, to know. My speech took the better of me for the first instance, as i stumbled upon my words. His lips did not help matters much. He... Pulled away and made an attempt at leaving. I had to say something... And... The words slipped from my mouth. I could say naught else. And... Then...

He smiled. In front of my friends... Nay, my family, and he... Seemed happy of the fact. I told him once more that i loved him. He merely replied with a nod, that heartwarming smile of his, and he confirmed to me what i had long since hoped to hear from him.

Nonetheless, i am in high spirits as you can no doubt tell. Even.. Regardless of Vyncent showing his face earlier. Such... Arguments ensued... Mikh'a even quit during the exchange, which was most shocking... Though i will choose to omit the rest of the details. It ended in him signing over the establishment to Sastra. A decision which brought a smile to many a face. Mine included.

Such an eventful night... Vijara and Mikh'a sparred with Aether... Many observed... And thankfully, no one was too injured after the events. I... Do wish i had such skill in Aether. Not long after, many of us returned to -OUR- bar.

And then he came back. Vyncent. He... Must still have eyes in Bronze Lake. I was having an idle conversation in on the upper tier with Mikh'a about Vyncent and his terminal idiocy. I... May have slipped a comment about mistaking Vyncent for a criminal, and mayhaps loosing the odd arrow in his direction. Needless to say.. He knew a comment was made, yet did not know who spoke it. He offered a reward for information...

...Which Vijara promptly accepted. I trusted her. Though my heart was in my throat, my trust was not misplaced. Knowingly or unknowingly, she gave her name in place of my own. It appears that she too, was not fond of the man. He left without much of an incident, me having finally had the chance to say my piece, and with Vijara's pockets lined thick with Gil. All ended well.

Amongst all this... Sheer chaos, i managed to steal away a few days with Mathieux, venturing to Limsa and in turn the Costa. We went shopping, and i purchased some lovely trinkets, jewelry and the like. Much to Matt's delight, i purchased many new garments, along with some gifts he bought for me himself. And he... Well.

Apparently, the man likes his women to wear short skirts.

I am not adverse to this.

~Bexy Amalaryssia</font>
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<center>'''Diary Entry, 28th Sun of the 1st Astral Moon'''
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So... Mathieux left for Coerthas. I... Should have expected such, really, and still... It always comes to me as somewhat of a shock. I suppose i get lost in the moment when he's around, and time seems to pass much more slowly when he is absent. No matter... We discussed a way to keep in contact whilst he carries out his duties, and so we decided we would write to one another. More than half a Moon... I do hope i'll cope. Hah, i will have to, i suppose. He will be back before i know it.. In my arms, and by my side. Ack... What has become of me? I must desist these endless musings of him if i am ever to think clearly.

In other news... I took on Mikh'a's old lodgings. It is a fair place... Larger than the one i was previously renting. It needs a degree of work, yes, but it is livable at least. It does feel nice to have more permanent ground to put my feet on. I hope to make it far more cozy for Matt's return, it will be most nice to---

Gods, there i go again! It never ceases. Let me think idly for but a moment... Ah yes..

Khuja'to. He returned to us. To Bronze Lake. He seems.. Much better than when he left, at least. Which is a relief. He never did harm to me, and... Spoke to me. At least he was willing to sort the things he did... I only wish such things were possible for me...

My sister... No. Zarya. She is no longer a sibling of mine. She approached Senna and Crow asking for my whereabouts, and thankfully they caught on. Those two are loyal to me in such a regard, and for that, i am truly thankful. Senna led her in the wrong direction, and i am thankful a conflict did not arise. Senna... We become increasingly closer every day, even visiting the Goblet and reminiscing about cycles past. It was... Most pleasant.

In any case.. The beach festival Sastra is planning is to commence soon... Whilst i am not entering in such myself, i am judging the fashion show, having an eye for such things myself. Mayhaps... I will be able to pick up thoughts on some new attires...? Possibly so. In any case, i do look forward to it.

I... Suppose i should continue my duties, finding sleep hard to come by alone. I may as well be doing something useful, no...?

Til next time

~Bexy Amalaryssia</font>
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<center>'''Diary Entry, 7th Sun of the 1st Umbral Moon'''
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Just... Just one more Sun...

The ink is smudged, beginnings of words blotted out in a watery fashion.

Things are weighing heavily on my mind... And... It is beyond difficult to cope. Alas, i must smile. Frowning never did me much good, and tears little and less. But not everything is truly terrible. Emelia, a pleasant young miqo'te whom i met a few suns prior decided she would cook for C'tawi, Shadow, and myself. She is -truly- talented... I... I do think i will ask her if she may cook for Mathieux and i at some point in the future. He returns tomorrow... I... I think his presence will help more than he could know. We... Are to set out hunting... Some suns after his return. For Zarya... I... I must put her down..

And i know i can. I have to. Crow... He... He tested me in such i way that i had to draw a bow on him. I did not want to... Hells... I truly did not want to. But i fired at him as he approached me with those deadly knives of his, and he backed off. A test, it was... To see if i could draw my bow at someone i hold close. And... I can. I am unsure if such is a truly good thing.. But perhaps i should consult such emotions after Zarya's demise...

She harmed Shadow. My true sister.. One of them, in any case. I will not tolerate her bringing harm to those i love, least of all someone as kind as her. She took a hit to her shoulder, however thankfully, Akyhi was present and saw to the wound. I... I cannot keep dwelling on such a negative topic...

Akyhi. Yes. Such a delightful young girl, however so talented with Aether... I expressed my desires to learn such with her, and the sweet thing that she is, purchased me a book from Limsa. I will study it well... I do so wish to learn the ways of healing, both with and without Aether. Yet... I do worry for the girl. I was merely having a moment to myself... Trying to maintain some semblance of composure when she approached me. She gave me yet another gift. A small toy of a yellow carbuncle. It was beautifully made... Truly fond, i was. Curiously... Such a gift did ease my slumber that night.

Alas... Here i lie. I decided on a whim to venture to Gridania, being fond of the city from many years ago. The stars... The trees... Such seems to soothe and remind me as i sit here writing this entry. ...With Zarya's death... I will have my freedom back. Never again will i have to glance over my back to ensure she isn't doggedly persuing me. Never again will i worry about the safety of those close to me when they venture out... At least... Not in regards to her. Else, i shall always worry. But i worry because i care.

Tomorrow... Yes. I shall travel to Coerthas. We can make one of our many beloved walks home, to Bronze Lake... Ah... My heart sings with the thought. I will be able to show him my new abode.. And hear of the glorious battles in person... Just to see his face once again will bring a smile to my own. But for now, i must make some small attempt at sleeping. At least, whilst my thoughts are of him.

Goodnight, and i pray the hours will pass hastily until we meet once more.

~Bexy
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<center>'''Diary Entry, 10th Sun of the 1st Umbral Moon'''
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(The entire page is filled with smudges, and the page has crinkled having dried from being wet. Along the edge of the page, as well as the rest of the book, there is a reddy brown smear.)

Oh... Oh Gods.. I.. Do not know how to write this... How... Could i have been so foolish...?

But.. I.. Must write. Zarya. She... Is no more. Mathieux... He..

Mathieux killed her. Such was... Necessary. I remember little of that day. Perhaps it is a blessing... That my memory of the event eludes me. I.. I remember walking to Coerthas. I was so excited... So clouded and.. Unaware of what i was doing. I wanted to see him, and... Curse myself, i had grown impatient and reckless. I must learn to manage such emotions. Else... They will be the death of me. Such was almost the case.

Upon arrival to Coerthas, she approached me. Zarya. We broke into an argument almost immediately, and i did not hesitate to draw my bow upon her. Curse my misplaced sympathies! Curse them a thousand times! I... Gave her the opportunity to leave. To leave, find a home and a place she belonged as i had done. But.. She betrayed me. As i -foolishly- turned.. She leapt upon me, wounding me. The image of my own blood laced among the snows is one i shan't soon forget. I... I remember screaming for him. Mathieux... And i remember little else.

I awoke at Bronze Lake. Reinette... Vijara, Senna and Matt... They were all there. They... Saved me. Came for me. I.. Do not think i have expressed my gratitude to them, and i think words will likely never suffice. I shall think of a way. I would not be here were it not for them.

I expected to be more distraught at Zarya's death. But... I am puzzled. I only feel closure. Safety. Such is a feeling i am certainly not accustomed to, however i am certainly not adverse to. I feel no anger to Matt for his actions, for they have brought me peace, and for that i thank him. I thank all of them.

Sadly... My bow. I know not of its whereabouts. Which poses somewhat of an issue... I.. Cherished it. But such... Matters little, i suppose. I will mayhaps just have to purchase another... But i sincerely doubt that i will ever have another like that. Mayhaps... When i am well, i shall search for it. Crow would have me train others who are willing in the ways of the bow, some suns from now, and i will be happy to oblige. The very least i can do, even if my injuries still pain me.

Such ends another chapter in my life here, at Bronze Lake. Things can only get better. And... For the longest time, at least... For more than just Mathieux's presence... I can truly say...

I am happy.

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<center>'''Diary Entry, 20th Sun of the 1st Umbral Moon'''
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For once, in many, many moons... I can truly say things are looking up for me in the long run. Such a.. Vast assortment of things has happened to me in the past few suns...

For one... I am feeling far better in terms of my injuries. Thankfully... The deep wound that once scarred my side has reduced to no more than a dull ache. Many thanks to those that aided me... Truly, i would not be in such good health were it not for them. Akyhi... She was but one who aided me. People like her... Are the reason i wish to study the workings of Aether, and gladly, she is willing to educate me on such. I am to train her in the ways of the bow... She holds promise and understanding for such. On one of my many early morning outings... I purchased her a bow. I do hope she will like it. Gridanian by origin, and finely crafted... A shortbow, i believe which will suit her best.

And... Whilst on the subject of bows... Vijara... She... Found my own. It was... Unscathed, almost. The skill of the one who repaired it must have been unparalleled... In any case, i am more than happy to have it back. I feel far more... Secure with it at my grasp. Mayhaps from all the years of service it provided me, and ensured my safety... Such explains my attachment, and why i feel many of the others will never understand..

In any case, i ventured to Ul'dah with Matt to purchase a replacement bow should anything ever become awry with my own. A strange thing it was... Almost... Scaly. The venture was... Truly pleasant. Valentiones season, as it were... I purchased him a lovely box of chocolates... The smile on his face when he opened it warmed me from my toes. And he... Finally said those words to me. Those three words. I shall never forget them. He... Returned the gesture the following day when he presented me with chocolate of my own.

Emelia had spotted me in Ul'dah, and the three of us chose to venture back to Bronze Lake shortly afterwards. Such was not the first outing i had had with the girl, and it will certainly not be the last. She... Gifted me something truly curious. A rose, fashioned of mythril. I know not what it represents, however... I will cherish it all the same. We have become increasingly close, Emelia and i... And...

Gods... Such almost slipped my mind.

There is a woman who has made her presence known... A pleasant woman, mind. A lady by the name of Spades. I thought nothing especially different of her, merely just another pleasant traveler stopping by to satiate her thirst. Such was the case... Until... One night, we spoke. Extensively. We got onto the topic of my dearest sister Shadow, and... Spades.. She... Is the one Shadow has referred to so many times.... She..

Spades. She is Shadow's mother. Such is truly easy to see where Shadow gets her immeasurable kindness from. Truly, a mother to be proud of...

Which... Bitterly reminds me... I ventured to the Shroud with Senna once more. The South Shroud. Camp Tranquil. I knew that i had to tell my mother of what befell her.... Favorite daughter. However.. Such was not to be the case. Upon arrival, i found my mother's tent.. Missing. Barely a trace of where it stood... And... A guard. He gave me naught more than a solemn nod, and a note. A note which informed me of my mothers death. She had... Been stabbed to death. An ongoing query, it told me... Mayhaps for them. Not for I. I know who slew her. Thinking back to things... I.. Suppose such is karmic. I am the last of my blood now. And... Such does not even sadden me, for reasons i cannot comprehend.

Whilst on the subject of... Karmic death occurring... Vijara almost caused such an event. Lohi. He overstepped the line... And he paid dearly for it. A hole in his stomach... I expected her to be punished more severely for her actions. But... Evidently not. Such is an outcome i am glad of. He was dismissed from the Kindred earlier this eve... And i believe this is good for more than just one reason. Mayhaps he will finally learn that tribal life is not the be all and end all of everything in Eorzea. And... He is far less likely to meet his demise at the hands of one of my Kin. Whilst i do not wish him dead, if he irks Vijara to act out to do so once more... I surely won't defend him.

Truly... My mind is rife with mixed emotions. Hence my reluctance to write... I shall have to be more dedicated to making these entries, lest i become overwhelmed and even less wanting to keep to date with the events of my life.

Until anon.

~Bexy</font>
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<center>'''Diary Entry, 27th Sun of the 1st Umbral Moon'''
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I awake once more.... I... Cannot keep hold on my emotions, nor on my thoughts. My head... Still feels terribly fuzzy. Mayhaps for the whisky... Not quite so bad as last time, mind. I... I did not rest at Bronze Lake. Barely captured some small hours at... A most beautiful waterfall. Such brings back many memories, ones from my first visit here... My first night on the beautiful isle of Vylbrand. The sound of the water soothes me, as it did then. It... Made my tears feel far less significant.

I left to clear my mind. To.. Be truly on my own, again, for once. Just me and this book.. Me and my... Memories.

I must remind myself. Memories are only but thoughts. They cannot hurt me.

Many... Most delightful things have happened, mind... Not everything in my life is terrible... Come to think of such... Truly little is. I am merely coping, and those wonderful rays of sunshine i call my kin will break through this cloud that has smothered my mind. I am certain of it.

I have spent much of my time visiting bars with the others. More often than not, accompanied by Senna. Such is good to know that i am in her rather capable hands should i fall inebriated. Haha. There was.. Quite the gathering at the Coffer and Coffin, some suns ago. Such was delightful, if not somewhat vaguely terrifying due to the sheer scale of people. Enjoyable, mind.

And it seems... Truth or Dare has become somewhat of a favorite amongst the Kindred. I... Find some form of enjoyment, i suppose. Such is far more so when Mathieux is present. Although... I have never imposed such a thing on him. Next time... Mayhaps i should. Oh, the possibilities... I should write down these thoughts...

Speaking of Matt... We met, by sheer and delightful coincidence in the Shroud... He is always there when i need him. Always. Even though he may yet not know it. We had yet another of our most pleasant walks, and happened upon Emelia at the Mirror Planks. We had a lovely chat amongst each other... I do so enjoy their company, and sitting by those waters was.. Truly lovely. I felt so safe... As though naught terrible could happen. A shame i had to leave, truly... But alas... Paperwork is paperwork, and now such is completed.... I can forget all ties to my family name. Mayhaps i should seek to change it... Or no. Such is part of who i am...? I know not. I will mayhaps ponder on such.

In any such case... The festival commences soon. I am most looking forward to it, but i would be lying if i did not say i was terribly nervous.

Everything will be okay. I know it. My kith and kin will ensure so.

Yet... Still, i lay here and read my words. Memories are only but thoughts. They.. Cannot hurt me. No... They cannot. However, they can give me the needs and must to strive on. And i will.

On the morrow, i will explore!

~Bexy Amalaryssia</font>
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<center>'''Diary Entry, 4th Sun of the 2nd Astral Moon'''
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Aaah... Peace. At last. Such a hectic few suns, but i assure you, all for the best. The festival was a howling success, both the auction and the fashion show being enjoyable by all. Thankfully my nerves subsided after a short walk, and along with Reinette, i was able to use my discerning eye regarding fashion, and pick whom we deemed the best dressed.

Mm... I remember the event fondly. Seeing my kith and kin so happy, as well as many new faces, a smile etched on every one. It was lovely. Of course... I did not participate in the auction myself. I am not in need of a date nor work... And i am -more- than happy with my current life as it stands. Many did bid, mind... Some more than others. Others such as... Vyncent. I have much to say about the man. I'll get to it.

The only... Truly bad thing i feel the need to write, is this gods-awful nightmare that keeps happening... It has plagued my mind for a little under a moon... And i did at first think it would leave after some time. Evidently not. It begins with me sat atop a roof, here at Bronze Lake... And... He doesn't come back. Mathieux... I... Don't especially know how to deal with it. Only that it has roused some... Questionable thoughts that i cannot seem to push from my mind completely. I had discussed them with Vijara.... And... Vyncent.

Yes. Vyncent. The man i had previously loathed... After some small confrontation at the festival, i left and headed back to Bronze Lake. The following morn... Not long after i had finished my shift on watch, he was there. I know not why... But as i am not -completely- uncivil, i spoke with him. He... Apologized for his cruel words the previous eve. And i accepted it. He is a powerful man, and thus, one i would much prefer not to irk. We ventured on a short walk, and we spoke extensively... I... Opened up to him, and even to this sun, i cannot fathom why. His words offered comfort... Mayhaps, my first opinion of him was wrong. We have more in common than thought. I spoke with him about Matt... And how i cannot... I..

...No. No tears in this entry. Not this time.

He told me he had never seen someone who adored someone so deeply, and whom was so loyal to her other as i was to Mathieux. This... Shocked me, i suppose. To an extent. I thought this was how all lovers treated one another? Am i wrong...? Evidently so. In any case, i am not about to cease my affections. Not even in the slightest. But such a discussion made me think... Mayhaps my endless musings of Matt are spurred on by my... Unfortunate childhood...? I do think so. He is... The first to show affections for me, in any such way. He is the first to tell me that.. He loves me. And i am beyond happy for that. Truly, i am.

I intend to keep this smile on my face for as long as i am able. I shall strive to see it so.

Until anon.

~Bexy</font>
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<center>'''Diary Entry, 18th Sun of the 2nd Astral Moon'''
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Goodness... It has been a while since i wrote. So much for keeping up to date with things, no...? Haha.

In any such case, i arrived back at my abode in Bronze Lake with Mathieux a short while ago. He is already sleeping soundly, bless him. And so peacefully, too. I do think i will join him after i finish this entry. He found me on his way back to my home, as i was basking in the sun in the Costa. He joined me, and we spoke, and... It was lovely, truly. A shame he has to venture back to Coerthas terribly soon, however... He has been present for far more than a Moon. He is.... He is my rock. What keeps me afloat in my darkest suns. Alas... And happily so, i have not had such a sun in his presence. And... When he leaves for his homeland... To do his duties? I promise myself i will remain strong. He will return. I am certain.

I... Also discussed the possibility of visiting him in Coerthas. He says it is a likely possibility we will be able to do such in the North Shroud. This... Offers much comfort to me. Even if i just see him for a moment, i will know he is well. Ack... What am i saying?! Do i truly have such little faith? He is a strong, capable Knight. Of -course- he's going to be well. And i will see him as soon as he returns to me. Not to mention, the thought of receiving letters from him keeps a smile on my face. He has the most beautiful handwriting... Far more elegant than my own. Gods... I must cease this rambling. I will not be so fraught with worry and anxiety whenever he is absent! Have more than a little faith, you silly Seeker...

Leading to other matters... I have been spending much time with my Kin. Even if it has been a... Mixed bag, of sorts...? Reinette was.. Robbed. Thankfully she is unharmed, although her room was quite the state when we saw. Curiously, only a painting had been stolen. A rare one. I have ensured to her i will strive as i can to aid her in reclaiming her treasured possession. And i fully intend to see that it is returned to her soon.

Senna and i have also spent many a night together. She knows i do not sleep well alone, when Mathieux is away training. She is far closer to me than any of my blood ever has been... We spend many hours together, be it in Bronze Lake or Ul'dah. She is truly a good friend... Nay... A sibling to me, even thought the roots we hail from are truly quite different. I do wish she would at the very least speak to Vynce... A man i have honestly, changed my opinion on. For the most part. He threatened Crow the other sun... Crow may have made a lewd remark questioning my loyalty to Matt, and of course, whilst i would -never- do such a thing with Vynce... It irked me. More that he would question my loyalties. To my knowledge... No one has any reason to question to whom i am faithful. I always thought it to be rather blindingly obvious. In any case... I -may- have lost my temper with Crow... Although such has been resolved, for the most part. I am yet to speak to Vynce on the matter... Although such might be best as i am aware of the hardships he is currently enduring.

Hm, in any case.. I have plans for a pilgrimage of sorts... A long walk.... To every mark of the Twelve. I have things i wish to ask of some of them, should they be willing to listen. Even if such is not fruitful.... It will be nice to venture out with my kith and kin, exploring Eorzea as i oft used to. Except this time... I will not be alone. And i am more than glad of such.

...Onto something less.... Related. I acquired some old possessions of my mothers upon her death... I do not wish to write too much on the subject, as my eyes grow weary... But they entail to where i hail from. It will take me some time to piece some things together... But when i have unraveled the nonsensical scribblings of that woman, i will be sure to write them.

Until next time.

~Bexy</font>
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<center>'''Diary Entry, 30th Sun of the 2nd Astral Moon'''
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(The page is soaked through, the ink illegibly smudged along with coppery red stains)

...The rain... Soothes me. Naught much does. It is cold. I... I... Do not... Understand...

Am i still lost...? Did... Did i take the wrong path...?

Azeyma. Please. Aid me... Guide me...

...Someone... Please... Aid me..

I know not what to write. I know not where to go. I only wanted to help Shadow. My sister. They... They attacked her. Kidnapped her. I knew nothing of it until we ventured here. To the Burning Wall. She scarcely could speak it to me.... I... Only wanted to find out more. I know why. I know why they took her. My dear Shadow. My dear sister. I did not mean for a conflict. Not right now. I would not have gone alone. I am... I am... Not so foolish as that....

I only wished to find out more. I did not think... I did not think them to still be there. They are all so angry at me... The Kindred... My... My family...

Gods... I know not what to do. I.... Do not wish to return to Bronze Lake. But i must. For Shadow. I will inform her with the pearl we share. The pearl i met....

Umi. That girl. She saved her. She saved Shadow. Healed her... I can never show her enough thanks.

...They tortured her.... My dear Shadow...

And i... I killed them.

Five. Five lives that i took.... That makes fourteen.

Five lives. Five lives with mothers... Fathers... Memories. Hells, mayhaps even children. I know not. I never will. Such is likely for the best. Who was i to take those lives? I... I did not want to. Their blood still stains me. Like the others. Just... More numbers.

They tortured her... I.... I.. Gods... I know not what to do. I... Will remain here. Until i can come to my senses. Until i can... Think, again.

Mathieux... I do wish you were here to soothe me. I truly do. But alas, i must learn to cope without you, my love. And i will. I... Will learn that these two feet i have ventured so far on, i can also stand on unaided. But i thank you for giving me the strength to realise. Even if it just mere thoughts that keep me aloft.

I will remain here. Until i can gather my thoughts, and make some semblance of sense with it.
~Bexy</font>
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<center>'''Diary Entry, 10th Sun of the 2nd Umbral Moon'''
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I am unable to think straight. Many things plague me... Truly. I only hope writing in this journal gives me a moment of respite, however brief.

Some Suns ago. I killed people. Five of them. And i remember each face as i pulled each arrow from each motionless corpse. I repress the memories as i always have done. But... It never sits well with me, however weighs lighter on my mind than it used to. Not a night since then i haven't wept myself to sleep. For many a reason.

She was right. Vijara.

Vijara, I, and Shadow. We spoke a time ago at the ruins in Bronze Lake. I remember little of the conversation, only... Those words.

"You enjoyed it, didn't you? Killing?"

Of course i denied it. Vehemently. But i know not anymore. I... Felt a sick twinge of joy as they dropped. They almost killed Shadow. The girl who... Little did she know it, was my rock throughout those lonely years. Those years when no other cared, she did. I have never thirsted for blood so deeply afore them. And i enjoyed taking their lives. How... Could i?

I didn't even give two of them a the joys of a quick death. It is unlikely, that with a single arrow, i could have procured the information that i did. Mei. Burgundy Falls. You would be amazed at the pain you can cause with a broken arrowhead. Even when they begged me not to slaughter them in exchange for this delightful information, i still did, lying through the smirk as they fled and i drew my bow.

Gods... What am i becoming? What am i changing into?

I know not.

The small pleasantries... Mikh'a had organised a small gathering, once a week. I attended in formal wear, obviously, and yet... Even with musings about fashion and the like, my mind will not allow me to venture far from the subject. Mathieux. You have been gone for nigh on near a moon, dear. And i am coping as best i can. I no longer voice my worries so openly, to save my kin from rolling their eyes in amusement. Not aside to those i hold dearest. I hope you received my letter. I know you did. The delayed reply does worry me some, but i know, in my heart... You're okay. You're a capable, wonderful man, who is more than equipped to deal with his duties. I am naught but a worrisome watchwoman who frets about the littlest thing.

I'll be okay.

Even as my tears stain this page, and i cry myself to sleep over many a thing.

I'll be okay.

~Bexy.</font>
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<center>'''Diary Entry, 17th Sun of the 2nd Umbral Moon'''
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He came back. He returned to me.

I would have written sooner, however i had imbibed some peculiar tea which had rather knocked me for a loop. I will be wary next time... By the twelve, i can assure you. I am still not entirely certain if the earth beneath my feet still moves so unnaturally.

Many, many new faces with the Kindred. It is refreshing to see them, truly. I have yet to get to know so many of them so well, however i believe such will come with due time.

Sastra had purchased us a house, in the Goblet. It is beautiful... Cosy... Has all i could need in it. I am fond, truly. I have even found additional services as a barmaid, which is far different from what my work usually entails. Enjoyable nonetheless. It seems i have a knack for such a thing, having imbibed many a beverage during my travels of Eorzea, i know more than a few interesting cocktails.

In any case, with such said... It seems i have resumed my duties as Watchwoman. An Elezen, it was said. He seeks Khuja. And i am to watch for one. I asked to perform the duties of which i am so used to for many a reason. I miss them. I wish to protect Khuja. I wish to protect my Kin. Give back... What they have given to me. I wish those were the only reasons.

I spoke with Vijara again. About... Those urges that have seemingly manifested. She was supportive of me, as always. Sisters as her oft are. Mayhaps she will be able to harness that desire that lingers within me to kill, afore aught terrible happens. She recommended we hunt together, in the Shroud. Although this time our quarry will be far... Smaller.

And it will scream, should we let it.

I have even taken up a contract from an old provider, as it were. Worry not. Naught regarding killing. But it does aid to cater to those urges. Mayhaps i will again. Truly little stops me. But... Afore i make any rash decisions, i will speak to Matt.

My dear, beloved Mathieux.

I grow ever more fond of the man, and i see no reason i should halt my affections. Almost four moons since we met.

It was a quiet day, in my new home. Shadow... Quin.. Sisha.. We were eating. I remember not what it was, only that it was potato based and godly delicious. And then... He arrived. It still feels like a dream. He was wearing the most delightful garments, as he had attended a feast prior to arriving. And... Oh Twelve.

His hair. I had scarcely seen him with unbound hair before. It is... A marvel. I am certain my mind ceases to function in his presence. Those warming green eyes, and that flowing curtain of black hair. And his smile. I shall never forget it, and even recalling such memories warms my heart.

We slept under the stars that night. In Thanalan. It was beautiful, and a fond memory i shall cherish.

Such thoughts bring my mind peace. And whilst i am able to remain in these thoughts, i shall rest.

~Bexy
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Bexy hails from the South Shroud, Camp Tranquil. Quick to learn the bow from an Elezen guard she later befriended, she practiced for many, many cycles, finally mastering the weapon. Her relationship with her only family she knew, her mother, Nhe'raphi, and her sister, Zarya, was a generally unpleasant and turbulent one. Her mother cared little for her, greatly favoring her elder sister and viewing Bexy as little more than a burden. Zarya eventually left Camp Tranquil, and Bexy soon followed a moon after. Eventually, she explored Eorzea in its entirety, venturing every place she was able to, looking for a place she finally felt she belonged.

==<div style="padding:5px; background: #000000; box-shadow: inset -10px -5px 10px -1px #FFFFFF"><span style="font-size: 25px; color: #CCCCCC; font-family: Book Antiqua;">Timeline</span></div>==

'''0 Cycles''' - Bexy is born in Camp Tranquil. Only her mother and elder sister are present.

'''12 Cycles''' - She begins to learn how to draw a bow with the Elezen guards stationed there. She befriends one of them, and they become close. The relationship between Bexy and her blood family deteriorates.

'''16 Cycles''' - After a visit from a strange man with a bow, and her sisters sudden, yet strange disappearance, Bexy's relationship with her mother reaches an all time low. She leaves Camp Tranquil. ''For a more detailed explination, see "The Longest Sunset" In the story section.''

'''17 Cycles''' - After making her way to La Noscea, Bexy chooses to spend the night in the wilds once more. A man approaches her, and after a brief confrontation and a struggle, she ends up killing him. This is the first time she has ended a sentient life, and the event disturbs her some.

'''20 Cycles''' - With Dalamud descending from the skies, and Bexy now in Thanalan, she heads as far south as she can in a ply to escape her fate. Eventually, she meets part of the Merodi family, and becomes good friends with Shadow, having sheltered together in the Red Labyrinth. She later returns to Camp Tranquil to find that her close friend and mentor had perished in the Calamity.

'''21 Cycles''' - After tracing a lead on Zarya's possible whereabouts, she ends up in Natalan, Coerthas. Whilst she finds little to no trace of her, she does however find an incredibly ornate, and unique bow. She decides to keep it for herself, becoming attached to it, it having served her well throughout her ventures. It is the current bow she uses to date, and she is unlikely to ever replace it.

'''25 Cycles''' - Current.

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<center>'''The Longest Sunset'''

The story of how Bexy grew up, and eventually left her home.

<spoiler>Turning and twitching in her sleep, she wrinkles her nose... Memories of her childhood flood back to her in her slumber, invading her thoughts.

She sighs, and draws her bow once more. Concentrating harder than last time, focusing.
“Once more, Bexy. You’re close.” The towering Elezen smiled, straightening her form. “Remember the wind. It carries.” Exhaling, she looses the arrow again. It skims the target, and falls.
“Nephiren, i can’t...” She begins, sighing irritably. Her stomach growls audibly.
“You can. You just have to keep practising.” He turned, peering down with eyes full of concern. “Has she not fed you again, kit...?”
She shakes her head, knowing it useless to lie to the man.
“I see... Follow. I won’t see you on an empty stomach.” The young Miqo’te follows. She had barely seen her twelfth cycle. She was smaller... Thinner than most her age. Though she had none aside her elder sister to compare with. Sitting down with a huff, she looks around, the smell of food captivating her senses.
“Here. Eat, Bexy. I’m a grown man, i can do without.” He smiles warmly at her, as she bows her head in thanks to him before picking up the bread, stopping herself from devouring it within seconds. He sighs at her, brushing his long blonde hair from his face. “I’ll be having words with your mother. Nhe’raphi cannot be allowed to treat her children like this... I would not see it happen to my own...” She looks at him, her eyes wide with worry.
“Please... Do not. Zarya... She... Needs the food more than I. If she wishes to explore, she must do so on a full stomach...” He sighs. Pointless to argue. He would just have take action himself.

The thoughts continue to linger inside her mind. Four cycles pass, and it once again becomes more vivid, quarrelling with her emotions to think of.

She smirks, examining the arrow closer within the target; a large, ripe fruit. “I win, Zarya. Fair’s fair. Hand me the ten Gil, like we agreed” She beams. She always did like to best her sister in what little she could. The clearly older Miqo’te wrinkles her nose, folding her arms in refusal, her neat black hair barely brushing at her shoulders as she turns her head.
“No. Ya cheated. Like usual, ya little rat.” She pouts, frowning down on her younger sibling. A wicked grin besets her lips, and she draws her bow, Bexy’s head still lingering close to the target. She fires.
“Aiiiieee!” Bexy screams, jumping back as the arrow sails by her head and embeds itself in the fruit, narrowly missing her. “What are you trying to do, kill me?!” She shrieks, shocked by Zarya’s actions.
“I wouldn’t have missed were i trying.” She taunts. Her green eyes take a wicked glint, as she moves up to examine her shot. “See...? I got it closer that time. I wi---“
Suddenly, another arrow pierces the fruit, splitting it into pieces, the vivid red juice spattering onto Zarya’s face as it did. They both look up at the archer, stunned.
A handsome Miqo’te male stood before them, much older than both females. His sharp green eyes peered through his wild black hair, and he grins.
“Now that, girls, is how you fire an arrow...” He smirked. The bow which the arrow came from was most... Extravagant. A white, intricate frame with many a decoration. Gold and red adorned it, with an elegant harp atop. Bexy’s mouth was agape in awe, as Zarya cleared her face in disgust.
“That...That’s amazing...” She started, walking closer to the man, in awe at the bow. “I’ve... Seen nothing like it before...”
“And likely... Never will again, luv. One of a kind” He motions to it, lowering it so she can take a better look. “Custom made. A replica of a famous bow from ages past.” Zarya paced over, looking the man in the eyes.
“You... Came back...?” She stuttered, looking sternly. “Wh-Why...?” Much to the confusion of Bexy.
“You... Know him..?” She asked, her violet eyes flickering between Zarya, and the unfamiliar archer. The male glances to Zarya curiously, as she spits words at her sister.
“None of ya business! Get mother. Now!” She hisses. Bexy widens her eyes with shock for but a moment, before complying, running to the small tent her so-called “Family” occupied.
“Mother...?” She asked, shyly, peering inside the tent. “Mother... A... Man is here...” The older miqo’te sighed. Narrowing her eyes, she stares at her youngest daughter.
“Tell me something new. What do you want, child?” She snapped. Recoiling, Bexy continued.
“He’s... Got a bow.. It’s... Really pretty...” Her mother froze. Baring her teeth, she stares furiously.
“What... Did you say...?” She whispers callously.
“It’s white, and shiny... He’s talking to Zar—“ She tried to continue, before her mother stormed away in anger, almost knocking Bexy clean off her feet.
“Wait here. Do not move, do you understand...?”
“Y-yes... Mother...” She nodded. She peered from the tent. No sooner had her mother got there, a heated argument exploded between the three. It seemed to last for hours...

Turning yet again, her grip tightening on her pillow, her eyes welling. But she wouldn’t wake.

She disappeared that night. Zarya. On a routine exploration of Amdapor, she never came back. The words haunted her.
“They never found the body...”
“Poor girl.. Probably nothing left...”
“We heard screams... “
She sighed, looking up to the tent. It had been almost a moon since she had gone. Her mother was heard sobbing outside... Bexy knew she had to finally say something to her. With a look of regret, she pulls herself to her feet, and treads lightly outside.
“M...Mother...?”
No response. Not a word.
“Mother, please... You can’t keep doing this.. She’ll come back. You know it.”
Nhe’raphi turned, to reluctantly gaze at her for a moment, before returning to looking out. She slumped on the side of a table, a bottle of gin lay empty on the side.
“And... I truly thought better of you... Bexy...”
“Wh...What do you mean..? Mother i—“ She started, furring her brow.
“This is.. Your fault...” She spat. “If it weren’t for you... Your father might have still been here...”
“But mother i nev---“ She was interrupted as a hand was braught across her face. They both stared in silence. Bexy’s eyes welled. It hurt. The physical pain was the least of it.
“You... Should have never been..” Her mother glared. “You ruined everything. I could have settled down... I could have been something...” She continued, pacing about the platform as Bexy dropped to her knees. “You weren’t wanted, do you hear me?! Zarya... She was something different! A daughter i could be proud of! But you? You were nothing more than a mistake!” She screamed, enraged. Bexy did naught but stare down. Tears streamed down her face. She said nothing.
“Zarya was born of love, Bexy. She was meant to happen! You are nothing more than a product of a past mistake... A mistake i regret with every inch of my being... For every time i even glance at you.. I am reminded.” She sneered, turning her head away. “Go. Fetch me something to eat. I’m hungry and you may as well prove to be... Not a complete burden...”

Bexy nodded. She never spoke a word. Tears fell, and she heard all she had needed. She momentarily slipped inside the tent, took a hold of her bow, and left the camp. With a single, longing look, she sobbed, breaking into tears as she fell to her knees. She had always felt unloved... But the words proved too much for her. After a short while, she stood, wrinkling her features, and nodding at her home solemnly. She turned and left, with no such intention to return. She would find somewhere. Somewhere she belonged.

She sat up, her heart pounding in her chest, a cold sweat lacing her skin. Looking about, the features of the room barely stood out against the moonlight. She was no longer in a tent. No longer in Camp Tranquil. She glanced to the bed, and smiled, as her eyes trailed across the form of the handsome Elezen sleeping aside her. No longer alone. She sighed, thanking the Twelve that it had just been a terrible dream. Slipping back into the sheets, she sighed with relief, hoping for a few more hours before she resumed her duties. </spoiler>

'''When The North Snows Fall'''

Her last encounter with her wayward sibling, and the events that unfolded between them.

<spoiler>Smiling as the snow laced itself within her hair, she glances through the blizzard towards the Observatorium. “Coerthas...” Bexy sighed, smiling. “I’m almost there...” The wind bit at her face as she continued to walk forwards into the snow, her new attire she had picked especially for the occasion swayed with the breeze. She was going to see him again, for what felt like the first time in moons.

“Oh Bexy....” A voice almost whispered with the winds, carrying the harshness of the cold with it. “Going somewhere...?” It questioned. Her ears flattened with the words, as she reached for her bow, immediately unfolding it and aiming it in the direction of the voice. Zarya. She hadn’t even bothered to obscure herself, standing with a maniacal grin before her, a bloodied lance in hand.

“How did you...?” Bexy started, standing straight, drawing the bow at her sister.

“It was obvious, sis...” Zarya snarled, giving her the usual taunting grin as she walked a pace or two forward. “I knew you were passing through to Coerthas. Got someone you wanna see, eh...?” She cackled. Bexy’s mouth was agape, the comment causing her to draw back somewhat. How did she know...? She thought to herself.

“I’m sick to my freakin’ teeth of you havin’ it so good...” The rugged miqo’te growled, jabbing her spear in taunting to Bexy. “First ya’ steal me own bow from me... An’ now ya think you can just walk on by and get away with it...? Mama always knew you were a bad un. Right from the beginnin’... Almost drowned ya off, she did...” She chuckled.

“I care not, Zarya...” Bexy sighed, biting her tongue to an extent. Her hands were uneasy, quivering at the thought of what she may do. “I... Have a new family now... One who truly loves me..” She swallowed nervously, her breath leaving a faint trace in the air. “I... Do not want to fight you...”

Zarya pouted, her lips then widening into a wry smirk. “Oh, i see, i see. Makes things much easier... Gimme it then.” She demanded, beckoning her with a single finger. “A lil’ more borin’, don’t get me wrong.. I was hoping to have to pry it away from your dead fingers...”

Narrowing her eyes, Bexy glared at her elder sister in disbelief. “You think i would hand such a... Trusted weapon such as this to a slanderous heathen such as yourself...? Are you truly of your own senses!?” She shook her head with question as the last words left her mouth. “You think i would willingly let you take such a thing from my grasp!?!” Her ears flattened in disgust, teeth gritted with fury. “No. Not now, not ever, Zarya!” She tightened the bow. Though she did not want the moment to arrive... She could not prevent it. Not in any way she could fathom.

Zarya’s eyes narrowed, and she pursed her lips, pausing. Silence rung through the air for a brief moment. “Whoever said i was to take it willingly...” She whispered coldly, a firm look of despise in her eyes. “I would much... Much rather take it by force...” She murmured, approaching her sister, lance in hand.

“Stay.. Stay back! I will fire upon you!” Bexy exclaimed, her hands shakingly notching the arrow into place, though unable to steady her hands “Do.. DO NOT MAKE ME!” She shouted, casting her glance aside, her eyes closing with fear as she misfires her arrow, making naught more than a silent thud into the snow as it left her fingers. “I DO NOT WANT YOU TO COME TO HARM!” She repeated, shaking hands reaching for another arrow from her quiver.

Zarya laughed as the arrow clipped her arm, letting a small trickle of blood ooze from it. She cast it a glance with pouted lips, trailing off. “Oh... So i see... Finally grew a backbone after all of this time... “ She dropped her lance, walking a brisk pace towards Bexy, all sanity leaving her wild green eyes. “Then shoot me! C’mon! Shoot me, Bexy!” She taunted, laughing throughout her words, merely ilms away from the arrowhead.
But naught came of it. Bexy sighed, and shook her head. She lowered her bow.

“No.... No Zarya” She exhaled, the chilly mist engulfing her sister’s face. “I will not... Submit to such taunting..” She began to back away as Zarya’s face twisted into confusion. “I will not put down my own sister... Please...” She folded her bow, replacing it upon her back. Bexy turned, and began to walk. “I have found my place, Zarya... For once, i am loved. Not like back at... At Camp Tranquil. I have those who love me, a place to live, and a duty to do. I...” Her eyes began to well, as she bit her lip and looked to the snowy skies once more. “I... Wish you to do the same... I wish for your happiness in turn..” She began to walk, a single tear falling from her eyes as she neglected to wipe it away.

Zarya stared, open mouthed. She did not... No. Could not understand. She backed away, wrinkling her nose in disgust as her mind played with the thoughts of her sibling’s newfound happiness. “It... It’s not fair...” She choked, almost whispering. Her voice was of a different tone, almost vulnerable. “WHY DOES EVERYONE ALWAYS TAKE YOUR SIDE?!” She screamed, making her sister turn. “Why... Should everyone love you...? What did you ever do that was so special?! It isn’t freaking fair!” She protested, kicking at the snow with her boot. Bexy’s ears twitched with the comment, barely able to hold her nerve as she turned.

“Funny, that... I used to ask myself the same thing, in my youth...” She almost whispered over her shoulder, eyes crying a river of tears. She glanced one final time at her sister, leaving her on her knees in the snow. “Goodbye... Zarya. Please... Live well.” She started to walk again, holding back sobs as she did.

Zarya just continued to stare. Her eyes were fixed on the snow, emerald eyes brimming with tears. “Wh-... Why...?” She mumbled, shuffling backwards. Her eyes trailed further along the path, following Bexy’s footsteps. As she put her hand out to steady her... She felt it within her grasp again. Her spear. Not tearing her eyes away for a second, she traced them further up the younger miqo’te’s form. A wry smiled formed once again as her hand closed around her trusty weapon. The bow. It was in her sights. And was she just going to let it walk away....?

Like Hells.

She lept, spear in hand, and closed the gap between herself and Bexy within a few mere strides, swiping with her spear in utter fury. It connected. Tearing into Bexy’s side, and through the center of her bow, knocking her to the floor as the bow dropped to the floor in pieces.

Bexy’s eyes widened with shock. She felt nothing, as she crawled to her knees, gasping for breath. Then it hit her. A searing pain split her side, as she screamed out in agony, clutching at it with her hand. It was... Warm. She felt something begin to stream out of her, and she glanced to her side regrettably. Blood. A large open gash on her side began to throb with pain, the essence of panic engulfing her, as she screamed, the blood tainting her hands, spreading throughout her elegant white shirt.

Zarya couldn’t care less about the screams. She finally had it! It was hers! The bow practically glistened in her hands, as a maniacal grin swept her lips, eyes wide with awe. “Ahaaa!” She cackled, cradling the bow as she stood, grinning widely. “It.. It is mine... Finally, mine!” She laughed, turning her head to Bexy. She was on her knees shaking... One hard firmly gripping the snow as she hunched over, the other concealing her wound. Zarya narrowed her eyes.

“I told you... Bexy... It’s mine....” The last word seemed to slide from her mouth, as she sauntered gleefully towards her prey. Bexy remained still, coughing and gasping from both shock and pain. Zarya’s grin faded into a malicious glower, as she placed the remnants of the bow on the floor. Looking up with wide eyes, Bexy winced, blood speckling and mingling with the snow.

“You caused me way too much trouble with this..” She sneered, looking down to her. With a brief cant of her head, she took a step back, striking her foot forward towards Bexy’s ribs, hitting her with such force she spun to her back, accompanied by a pitched scream. Zarya smirked, taking up her spear again before stepping on Bexy’s exposed hand, rendering her unable to move. “Have you any idea how much trouble you are...?” She chuckled, playfully kicking at her injury, accompanied by the occasional whimper on Bexy’s part.

Writhing in agony, Bexy clenched her teeth, not wanting to give her sister so much as an onze of satisfaction at her suffering could she help it. Finally, Zarya ceased her torment, lifting the head of the spear to the neck of her quarry. “A stupid idea to come alone... Ya little brat...” She taunted, pushing more of her weight down onto Bexy’s hand. “No one to hear you scream...” She purred, playfully. “No one left to watch your back...”

Eyes full of disbelief, Bexy glanced back to Zarya. Her mind, whilst riddled with terror, was making connections. She... Couldn’t have. Not him. Least of anyone.. Him. “Matt...” She whispered, breath caught in her throat. “What... What did you do... To him...?” Zarya’s face was one of confusion. And then it dawned on her... The Elezen. The all too familiar smile graced her lips wider than ever before. “Oh... Someone important...?” She mocked, laughing at her coldly. “Not anymore. You think you’re the first to meet death at my spear this hour...?” She chuckled.

Bexy wrinkled her nose with pain, struggling to be free. She was in disbelief. “Matt!” She screamed, writhing to no avail. Crying fitfully to the skies, she sobbed loudly. “How... How could you... I...” She began, though was silenced by Zarya’s smirk and the spear tip to her lips. “Shh... Shuuush, little Bexy..” She hushed. “Wouldn’t want ya last breaths to be wasted, no...?” Bexy’s eyes were streaming once more, shaking her head at Zarya as she took the wrath of her elder sibling. Another sickening smirk enveloped her lips.

“I ain’t even gonna give you the privilege of dyin’ ‘ere with me.” She taunted. “I’m gonna leave ya somewhere... Unpleasant. No one will ever care ta find you... Should they even bother lookin’...” She raised her spear, causing Bexy to flinch. “You’re gonna die alone, Bexy... Just like ya always deserved... “

A look of pure terror took her features, as she took as deep a breath as she could muster. “MATHIEUX!” She screamed, the last syllable barely leaving her lips before the blunt end of Zarya’s polearm collided with her head, rendering her unconscious. Zarya smirked one final time. “It’s only what ya deserve... Ya spoiled lil’ brat...” Laughing, she took the hand she had been stood on, not before remembering the bow. She chuckled as she dragged her limp body through the fresh Coerthian snows. </spoiler>

'''A Passing Storm'''

A terrible nightmare afflicting Bexy, that she cannot seem to put to rest.

<spoiler>She lies there, moving little with every breath she takes, her form barely visible from the moonlight in the window. Her hands grip the blankets tighter than before, eyes shut tight with terrible thoughts. She exhales shakily.

Bronze Lake. The sun beats down on the fine wooden rooftops, Bexy sitting atop her favourite spot. She was fond of this particular place in his absence, for it gave her the best view of the road into Bronze Lake, so she could see his return the moment he arrived. She smiled as she shifted her weight, unfolding her sleeve on her favourite shirt as she did. “Any sun now...” She sighed. She glances, lips pursed to the Aetheryte plaza below, examining each face closely as she did. Her gaze returns to the path. A few, long minutes pass, as she sighs again.

A moon passes. Fleetingly for some. She remembers every day.

The rain lashes against her clothes, soaked through to her skin. She forces herself not to shiver, as she leans forward again, pulling her knees to her chest. She refuses to take shelter. Many of the Kindred had tried helplessly to coax her inside, their kind words and warm faces giving the little warmth she still possessed. Biting her lip, turning her vision to the skies, her ears flatten somewhat as a violet streak split the clouds. She never did like the rain, and the lightning, less so. “He’s probably just busy...” Her mind tells her. She tries to convince herself. She does not allow her tears to fall, making an attempt to calm herself before they do.

Two moons. Two more moons. The rain seems to bring cold that the sun cannot quell.

The thunder roars through the skies, the bitter cold biting into her painfully. She barely moves from the passage of time, her eyes peering over her knees as she holds them close. The wind tears at her, but still, she shows no intent on moving, only occasionally bringing the half empty bottle of brandy to her lips for a drink. She sighs, and her eyes close, only briefly before setting them back on the path to the resort. “Has... He forgotten...?”

The thought almost echoes in her mind, her eyes, weary and devoid of sleep. Cruel thoughts begin to torture her.

“Has he forgotten about me...?” She repeated, still in her thoughts “N...No... Maybe he found someone else?” Her eyes begin to brim with tears, but still, she remains unmoving. A thought strikes her, and her brow furrows further with worry. She did not want to think it. “Maybe he’s.... Dead...”

A knot rises in her stomach as her own musings taunt her endlessly. “Which would hurt less...?” Her own mind mocked. “To have him forget? To have him die...?” She knew not. She couldn’t fight her thoughts, but at the same time, she couldn’t let them consume her. She had to hold on.

Her tears flood her cheeks as the thought passes. Thus was the one thing she did not mind about the rain. It was much more difficult to tell if she had cried. Of course, the answer was too obvious to anyone who knew her. She sobs silently into her hands, obscuring her vision for the first time in a while. She could never know. Even were she to travel to Coerthas herself, she couldn’t ever be seen with him for more than a short while. She couldn’t risk her presence causing him trouble. She had sent countless letters into the northlands, and not a single reply arrived.

“He promised he would write....” Her voice breaks. Weakness is evident in her words.

“He... He promised he’d see me again....” She sobs again. She cries until the sun finally ebbs from view, plunging the horizon into darkness. Eventually, after some long hours, her tears subside.

“I will wait for him...” She whispers to herself, “I promised I would...” She once again turns her eyes to the path. She does not move.

She wakes with a bolt, stifling a scream with her hands as she sits. Tears stream rivers down her cheeks, as she struggles to catch her breath. She pauses, not making a sound. She did not want to wake him, sighing with relief as she felt his presence beside her. She moves back between the sheets, pulling herself closer to him, making some small attempt to quell the thoughts within her mind. This would not be the first time such terrible thoughts plagued her. Unlikely, it would be, that this would be the last. </spoiler>

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==<div style="padding:5px; background: #000000; box-shadow: inset -10px -5px 10px -1px #FFFFFF"><span style="font-size: 25px; color: #CCCCCC; font-family: Book Antiqua;">Rumours</span></div>==
=='''Commonly Heard Rumours'''==
"The Watchwoman? Yeah, she's up there a lot. Likes to sit on the rooftops" - Bronze Lake Patron

"The one with the Elezen? She speaks about him a lot..." - Quicksand Regular

=='''Lesser Heard Rumours'''==
"I see her walking to and from the Shroud a lot. She seems a little... Familiar, i guess? She never stays long" - Wood Wailer Guard

=='''Rarely Heard Rumours'''==
"I hear someone playing harp from behind that house on the hill... A little haunting. But it stops when i get near..." - Curious Bather

"I see her sometimes. She kneels before that rock and watches the waterfalls. She looks so... Lost" - Watchful Adventurer

=='''PC Rumours'''==
"Best sister in the world." - [[Shadow Merodi]]

"Bexy..? She's like a sister to me... She's helped me get out of a black pit." - [[Vyncent Fields]]

"One had no choice in whom she called brother and sister at birth. Miss Bexy however, one has the choice to, and I -choose- to call her an elder sister, and consider it the greatest honour to do so." - [[W'pondahl Amih]]

"Such a short skirt she wears~! And only a dainty little buckle that hide her best 'assets'~!" - [[Daiyumi Maeda]]

(Feel free to add!)

==<div style="padding:5px; background: #000000; box-shadow: inset -10px -5px 10px -1px #FFFFFF"><span style="font-size: 25px; color: #CCCCCC; font-family: Book Antiqua;">Roleplay Hooks</span></div>==
''A passing word uttered, or an entire conversation. These, mentioned in her vicinity are likely to grasp her attention and pique her interests.''

'''Ishgard''' - Whilst not a descendent of the city-state herself, Bexy is interested in the matters of Ishgard, her lover having come from there.

'''Elezen''' - The race Bexy is most fond of. Upon hearing the word, she will likely scan the area for such a specimen. Should she find one... Her gaze likely will not move for awhile.

'''Bronze Lake''' - One of the places Bexy works at. Should she hear anyone mention it, she will listen to their thoughts on such a place with interest.

'''Camp Tranquil''' - Her place of birth. She will listen warily on the subject.

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<spoiler> [[File:Bexy 1.png]][[File:Bexy 2.png]][[File:Bexy Amalaryssia 23 11 2013 02 25 52.png]]
[[File:Bexy Amalaryssia 15 02 2014 22 19 49.png]][[File:Bexy Amalaryssia 23 11 2013 02 33 57.png]][[File:Bexy Amalaryssia 30 01 2014 02 11 57.png]][[File:Bexy Amalaryssia 25 03 2014 12 40 36.png]]
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==<div style="padding:5px; background: #000000; box-shadow: inset -10px -5px 10px -1px #FFFFFF"><span style="font-size: 25px; color: #CCCCCC; font-family: Book Antiqua;">Artwork</span></div>==

==<div style="padding:5px; background: #000000; box-shadow: inset -10px -5px 10px -1px #FFFFFF"><span style="font-size: 25px; color: #CCCCCC; font-family: Book Antiqua;">Music</span></div>==
'''Bexy's general theme''' - Last of the Wilds - Nightwish [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GwES9M0isVM]

==<div style="padding:5px; background: #000000; box-shadow: inset -10px -5px 10px -1px #FFFFFF"><span style="font-size: 25px; color: #CCCCCC; font-family: Book Antiqua;">Other Notes</span></div>==
Odd bits and bobs of templates taken from many people and places. I can't possibly list everyone, but thankyou for letting me use what i could! <3

Daiyumi Maeda

2013-12-17T00:33:10Z

Daiyumi: /* Family and Close Friends */

Daiyumi Maeda

2013-11-30T22:02:06Z

Daiyumi: /* Family and Close Friends */

Daiyumi Maeda

2013-11-30T22:01:39Z

Daiyumi: /* Acquaintances */

Daiyumi Maeda

2013-11-30T20:33:09Z

Daiyumi: /* Rumors */

Daiyumi Maeda

2013-11-30T20:32:38Z

Daiyumi: /* Acquaintances */