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{{Infobox-character<br />
| name = Staelufre Lysmerl<br />
| image = Staewikiprofile.png<br />
| imagewidth = 250<br />
| caption = "May prey find your path."<br />
| gender = Female<br />
| citizenship = N/A<br />
| race = Miqo'te<br />
| clan = Seeker of the Sun<br />
| stat_1 = Age<br />
| stat_1_value = Mid-twenties<br />
| stat_2 = Sexuality<br />
| stat_2_value = Heterosexual<br />
| stat_3 = Occupation<br />
| stat_3_value = Hunter<br />
| stat_4 = Height/Weight<br />
| stat_4_value = 5 fulms, 0 ilms / 110 ponze<br />
| stat_5 = Diety <br />
| stat_5_value = Halone, the Fury<br />
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'''Staelufre Lysmerl''' (pronounced /stail-OU-frey LEES-mar-ill/) was born on 10th Sun of the 5th Umbral Era (October 10th). Her name means "Still Shore of the Bright Sea". She is a miqo'te who was born to one of the vagrant Jackal tribes in La Noscea, wandering through much of Eorzea with them during her childhood. She has kept the affinity to remaining in the wilderness over any form of civilization to this day, and has a very odd way of speaking.<br />
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===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #EB9F9F;font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Basic Info</div>===<br />
Not everyone can understand or relate to Staelufre. This is, at times, exceedingly frustrating to her. She speaks with a parlance that was invented and perfected by a hermit, and thus the mannerisms she uses are very foreign and often leading to misunderstanding. She has, however, been getting lessons on how to speak easier and has begun to become acquainted with a more common cant. Only adding to her oddities, she will avoid cities at a very unreasonable rate. At times, she also forgoes the comfort of houses and chooses to disappear into the wilderness for suns at a time. She prefers alcohol and fighting to any sort of minimal comfort, and excels in agility over brute strength or magick. Because Staelufre is terrible at remembering names, she often gives people her own "nicknames" derived from the roegadyn language.<br />
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:<small>''"He is prey; weak, frightened and unable to fight his way free. He becomes terrified and runs into the briars, then complains when they get caught in his fur. Such rabbits do not deserve pity, or mercy."''<br />
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:''"Oft, you are taken by the deep and churning tides. As they pull you below, to tumble you about, you must not fight. The sea is as nourishing as she is treacherous."''<br />
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:''"I find no small comfort in the shores of my kin. The apprentice and his bannermen honor me with mine namesake, but it is ever the freedom of the sea that I give myself to."''</small><br />
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<div style="padding:10px 35px;background: #F7A29E;font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;"><center>''Likes''</center></div></h3><br />
: <font style="color:#F7A29E;" size="3">■</font> Outdoors<br />
: <font style="color:#F7A29E;" size="3">■</font> Sweets<br />
: <font style="color:#F7A29E;" size="3">■</font> Knives<br />
: <font style="color:#F7A29E;" size="3">■</font> Pink<br />
: <font style="color:#F7A29E;" size="3">■</font> Fighting<br />
: <font style="color:#F7A29E;" size="3">■</font> Dresses<br />
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<div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #F3C6B9;font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;"><center>''Dislikes''</center></div></span></h3><br />
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: <font style="color:#F3C6B9;" size="3">■</font> Crowds (and similarly loud noises)<br />
: <font style="color:#F3C6B9;" size="3">■</font> Cowardice<br />
: <font style="color:#F3C6B9;" size="3">■</font> Cities / tribes<br />
: <font style="color:#F3C6B9;" size="3">■</font> Authority<br />
: <font style="color:#F3C6B9;" size="3">■</font> Extravagance<br />
: <font style="color:#F3C6B9;" size="3">■</font> Loneliness<br />
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: <font style="color:#FAEDDF;" size="3">■</font> Perceptive to truer intentions<br />
: <font style="color:#FAEDDF;" size="3">■</font> Hunting<br />
: <font style="color:#FAEDDF;" size="3">■</font> Endurance or agility exercises<br />
: <font style="color:#FAEDDF;" size="3">■</font> Whittling<br />
: <font style="color:#FAEDDF;" size="3">■</font> Going, or remaining, largely unseen<br />
: <font style="color:#FAEDDF;" size="3">■</font> Singing<br />
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===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #EB9F9F;font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Appearance & Personality</div>===<br />
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: Staelufre cuts a slight figure, but nothing about her short stature is wasted. She is muscled and athletic in build, though short. Her skin is tanned and golden in complexion from both heritage and a great many days in the sun. With naturally pink hair and tail, though neither accept to being tried to tame. Her hair is fluffy and wild, and so often cut short or bound down by clips. Usually, after hunting, it's also caked in mud. Even more stunning than a girl with pink hair are her gold eyes. They glare at most of the world from behind long lashes, sharp and stripping. Even with the round face and fat, up-turned nose, the gentleness of her face is ruined by such intruding eyes.<br />
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: In almost all situations Staelufre's garbed lightly, wearing little more armor than leather. If there's any metal to her outfit, it is to reinforce weak points such as her shins or forearms. Never does Staelufre show her back, as across it is an uneven and encompassing scar that stretches from shoulders to lower back. More scars mar her arms and hands, though she also commonly wears gloves. Staelufre never goes anywhere without at least a knife, either hidden or plain, and cannot stand to equally part comfortable realms without her most precious ring.<br />
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: Staelufre most often stands slouched or with arms crossed, especially when in the presence of others. In crowds she is withdrawn, quiet and in corners. Anything more than five or six others and Staelufre simply tends to leave. She does not, under many circumstances, go into cities or crowded areas. She fears large numbers of people after being so withdrawn from civilization. It is to a point where she resents and hates any form of building or city, even at times preaching against the luxury of society. While she believes her words, she does also enjoy the luxuries that homes can provide. Beds and showers are much better than roots and cold lakes.<br />
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: In one word, a sum of her personality would be paradox. She is innocent and violent, both a hunter and likewise utterly feminine. She is harsh in her truths, and warm in her lies. Staelufre is both wise when it comes to others, and utterly ignorant in how to interact with them. Introspective, yet starved for friendship. Should anyone offer her kindness, she will eagerly drink it up and follow at their heels thereafter. Being alone for so long has both driven her to want freedom and to equally want camaraderie. <br />
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: One thing that is less fluid and contrary is her perspective on other people. People are either weak or strong, prey or hunters. Those who are prey she pities and sees no value in. Those who are hunters, she respects. Respect does not always mean Staelufre likes or trust them, however. After spending so long in the wild, she knows very well how to discern who is stronger and how to avoid confrontation. Unfortunately, she also strives to better herself at nearly every turn, so often has a deliberate cause and wish to throw herself into unfair situations just to come out stronger. This often makes her come across as rash, when the acts are in fact deliberate and she's always keenly aware of the very real danger of dying.<br />
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: If in situations when speaking to an individual person she trusts, Staelufre's personality truly shines through. Her words are eloquent and well-chosen, her loyalty is unbearably strong, and her optimism unyielding. She gives advice as best she can and admits ignorance when she cannot. Pride does, at times, keep her from asking for help when she needs it. When speaking to an individual that Staelufre dislikes, she becomes guarded and calloused. Her words are gated, capable of meaning anything, and her lies are so smooth it's impossible to tell them from the half-true metaphors. Her ability to command her emotions in front of those who she deems weaker is impressive, as is her capability of detaching value to their life. Those who are weak, in her opinion, are better off dead. Should Staelufre be speaking, however, individually with a person she doesn't yet know well, she'll always regard them in the way she would regard a new hunting territory. Assessing their weaknesses and prying for strengths, seeking the balance of their personality to determine whether or not they are worth her time.<br />
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===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #EB9F9F;font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Combat</div>===<br />
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: Staelufre does not fight other people very well. She is more akin to the hunt, to employing stealth and surprise, than to fighting others one-on-one. The thrill of battle still runs hot through her, however, and she always enjoys a good fight. Even if it means getting beaten black and blue, she'll take on an opponent if nothing more than for the experience of it. Because of her inexperience in direct combat, she relies mostly on her larger skills. This would be agility and speed. Not getting hit is the biggest name of her game, and while she can take a couple blows they wear her down quickly. Training for combat is not much in hefting weapons and striking dummies. She trains for flexibility and endurance. Running, stretching, climbing; unorthodox things that keep her body in shape but often don't translate into direct physical combat.<br />
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: Primarily, to defeat an opponent, Staelufre uses daggers. She looks for openings in armor first, and exploits any vulnerable spots. Due to being spry and nimble, reaching odd places isn't very difficult. What is difficult is getting close enough to cut without getting hit. So after a few slashes, Staelufre tends to back off and exhaust her opponent by letting them bleed out. To opponents she aims to kill rather than simply defeat, she usually aims for the neck or their gut. Blood is not something the miqo'te is shy of. If she aims to kill as well, it is even less likely that Staelufre will approach an opponent directly.<br />
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===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #EB9F9F;font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Biography</div>===<br />
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=====<div style="padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Tribal Years</div>=====<br />
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:: Born daughter of J'tyraka Nuhn in the jungles of La Noscea as J'adaeza, she had a relatively blissful childhood. Their tribe was exceedingly small, no more than forty people at once, and strictly nomadic. Primarily they traveled through La Noscea, but in her lifetime did build small crafts to carry them across the waters to find new hunting grounds in the Black Shroud. Because of the fact they were so small, it was required for every member of the tribe to be trained and responsible for many aspects of the community. From small things such as building fires, or to larger things such as teaching the children. It was expected, in her tribe, for men and women to both be able to hunt as well as mend wounds.<br />
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:: As with all the other children, being trained to be a productive member of the tribe begun as soon as infancy ended. Her life was relatively easy, for all that a nomadic tribal life could be. She did not excel very well when it came to cooking or skinning creatures. She did not have much patience to learn to stitch clothes back together, and was often scolded for playing too roughly with the other children. Yet one day, she was brought to her mother's tent and given a choice of weaponry. This would be the weapon she would wield for the rest of her life in the tribe, trained in it until it became as much part of her as a limb. Only then would she be allowed to hunt. J'adaeza chose a spear, which was too large for her scrawny form, but stubbornly kept to it.<br />
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:: To those of younger ages, one of the more experienced Tias became their teacher. He taught them how to use the weapons they chose, in a strict yet not unkind manner. J'adaeza at this time was awful with the spear. She commonly dropped it, or was much too loud when carrying it around. She was scolded almost constantly, given extra exercises to learn her weapon better, and not allowed to return to the fires until she finished them. It was punishing, but also rewarding. So early in age, she didn't become bitter by the experience, but instead elevated to enjoy the push of her body. To wield the spear was not a natural thing to the tiny pink-haired girl, but she progressed and became decent at it. Once proficient enough, the Tia then began to train her in hunting tactics and strategies. How to step quietly and place traps, the knowledge of sensing danger and so forth.<br />
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:: At ten, as is traditional in her tribe, J'adaeza was taken on her first hunting trip. She was not permitted to strike at any creatures or wander on her own. She stuck closely to the side of one of the mature hunters, and while much of what she learned was applied, she found she had much more to learn. The thrill of the hunt sunk quickly and deeply in her heart, however, and it soon took her over. She became obsessed with hunting, and decided after but a few meager years of training to dedicate her life to it.<br />
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:: This went against her tribe's custom, however. When J'adaeza's more relaxed chores and duties began to wane in favor to her hunting, she was taken aside and spoken to. At first, they only expressed concerned. Then, when she ignored their words and abandoned her other disciplines in arrogant need for the sport, they began to punish her in true. As an adolescent who, as pre-teens tend to be, was absolutely certain she knew what was best for her, J'azaeda rebelled against the obedience they demanded from her. This was not an uncommon thing at her age, even in the tribe, but it was still disruptive to a community so small. She was frustratingly single-minded and stuck to it. So one evening, after a particularly bad spat with her aunt, she decided to leave the tribe.<br />
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:: Leaving itself wasn't terribly traumatic to J'adaeza. The tribe, at the time, was on a particularly wealthy streak in the Shroud. She took a sufficient amount of foodstuffs and her spear, and set off at the opposite direction. It was liberating, for a while, until she found that one of her half-sisters trailing slowly after her. Having heard of J'adaeza's leaving, J'adisa had soon departed for her own reasoning. Guilt and familial obligation forced her to look over this other girl, who had no skill in hunting or fighting.<br />
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=====<div style="padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Death</div>=====<br />
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:: While J'adaeza and J'adisa traveled back to La Noscea, they found that life without a tribe was more difficult than previously imagined. While J'adaeza was a fair enough hunter, she was poor at every other practical application. Her rebellion became her own punishment, as her sister and her struggled to feed themselves or find proper campsites. There were many close calls to unsavory sorts and rabid beastmen, and J'adaeza gathered many colorful stories about swiping equipment from unsuspecting travelers.<br />
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:: During such a colorful tale, she managed to cross paths with the wrong sort of folk. The story involved behind to why, and how the events unfolded, tends to change with each evolution of the story in present day; suggesting a reluctance to admit why or perhaps even a true confusion as to its truth. But what she does always tell, and seem to recall accurately, is the mutilation of her back. Tossed into the sea of Vylbrand, she nearly drowned. Miracle of miracles, she survived. Washed upon the beach with her back quickly growing an infection. Time for her at this point grew wildly inconsistent. A fever over-took her and she wandered in search of shelter or help. Her body was dying, already weak from her time in the water and what she was certain had been her death. Now, she was experiencing the agony of dying all over again.<br />
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:: Here is where [[Vilsewaen Steinhoh]] rescued the dying miqo'te. She had no idea, for a long time, that she was even in the care of anyone. He tended to her in one of his camps in the lowlands of Vylbrand until she recovered enough to become lucid and aware of her situation. They spoke, and while she was still too weak to move did tell him of her sister and where their campsite had been before her near-fatal accident. J'adisa came immediately and helped Vilsewaen tend to J'adaeza. He spoke strangely, but treated them kindly, and offered more than enough hospitality that they felt comfortable staying at his side.<br />
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====<div style="padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Rebirth</div>====<br />
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:: Though the two half-sisters did not intend to stay with Vilsewaen long, his proficiency of living alone was more than they had. When he offered to teach them, they ended up agreeing. Thus it was that the two came under his tutelage, and the tutelage became something more. His patience and lack of social skills were precisely the right combination of dry and kind that the two bonded with. So when Vilsewaen, the wandering hermit that he is, said he was climbing higher to the La Noscean mountains he took J'adaeza and J'adisa with him.<br />
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:: There is where J'adaeza's birth into Staelufre became apparent. Though she may had been on the physical brink of death before, with Vilsewaen's help she finally accepted that she will never again be part of a tribe. And as the hermit accepted these two lost girls into his care, he gave to them his traditions and philosophies as well. So J'adaeza and J'adisa came to be known, respectively, as Staelufre Lysmerl and Siehrova Brynstymm. The women were encouraged to be free and study whatever pursuit came to their heart, while their new father ensured their welfare and ability to look after themselves. So they developed into two opposites. Where Staelufre was wild, Siehrova was patient: Where Staelufre learned and strengthened her body, Siehrova was curious and expanded her mind. The two were dawn and dusk, and they both loved Vilsewaen as if he were the sky itself.<br />
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:: The three were very happy for a long time. As was his nature, Vilsewaen would often leave the two to wander. Even attached to others, he was still a hermit at heart. But Staelufre and Siehrova did not seem to mind. Their growth became exponential as they explored the mountains of La Noscea, alone and away from any civilization. The two bonded until their differences expanded and then compounded, both taking pieces of each other until neither were sure which one began and the other ended. These are the happiest memories to Staelufre, with her ever-present sister and her wayward father. Each so dear to her that she would have rather died than be left without them in the world.<br />
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:: Eventually Staelufre and Siehrova left La Noscea. Vilsewaen went with them as far as the Shroud, and from there they wandered to Coerthas. The cold weather did not suit Siehrova, but the stars fascinated her sister. Staelufre had always been fascinated by stars and their clarity in these northern grounds stole her heart away. They wandered wherever they wished, though often returned to their "home" in the mountains.<br />
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====<div style="padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">The Calamity</div>====<br />
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:: About four years before the Calamity fell, Vilsewaen took in another rogue soul. While Staelufre isn't sure where the old man found [[Renee Becquerel]] - who was then Renaud - he certainly came to become a large figurehead for the elezen. The then-named Wakkeyha Syngronn became Vilsewaen's apprentice. This excited the first time Staelufre ever felt jealousy in another person. She had always thought of her father as belonging to their family, and here was an interloper to steal Vilsewaen's time and ideals away from their already precious moments. It frustrated her, and she harbored equal envy that Renee had the Echo while she did not. So when the Garlean forces threatened their doorstep and Renee announced her leave, Staelufre was overjoyed... until Vilsewaen announced he was leaving as well.<br />
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:: She remained in the mountains of La Noscea until after Dalamud hit. Then she waited longer for Vilsewaen to return. Eventually, she became too anxious and left - parting with Siehrova for the first time in years. She traveled, seeing the cruelty and savagery that was brought on with total desolation. While uninterested in helping cities to rebuild and regrow, she did know that her skills as a hunter would do many well. So Staelufre took up many odd jobs, expanding her skills and honing her ability as a hunter to be met by the need and demand of others.<br />
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:: This continued until the ships were rebuilt and the island reconnected to the rest of Eorzea. Then Staelufre left, wanderlust unable to be sated. She continued to work as a hunter for hire for a small time, building a thin and unimportant network of people who knew her by face if not by name. She abandoned it, however, when Revenant's Toll was being formed. Instead she returned to Siehrova and two journeyed there, to a place where Siehrova's genius and thirsty for knowledge could be met on a frontier that would also excite her more than any dusty library. For a time, Staelufre remained in Mor Dhona withe her sister. She did little other than wander and explore, doting upon her other half until such time that she became too thirsty for the hunt again.<br />
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====<div style="padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Present</div>====<br />
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:: So she left. She regathered her structure of hunting for meager favors or bits of gil, for things that she could not make or find herself in the wild. This was when she came to find, from Vilsewaen, that the long-left apprentice Renee Becquerel had started a Free Company. While the name the Coral Sea was appeasing to her, what truly interested her was the name of their home. It was named in her honor, supposedly, and while her desire to be free and away from any form of civilization was strong... the compulsion to see such a strange thing was stronger. So Staelufre wandered for her first time into the Mist, and quickly became lost.<br />
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:: This was where she met [[L'aenoh Tia]]. Through a quick spiral of events, he introduced her to many others of the Coral Sea. Their relationship becoming something strong, she remained near to the Mist - begrudgingly - to also remain near him. Her first impression of the people was unpleasant. They commonly referred to her as "Zhen's replacement" or "stray", and it happened so often and with so much repetition she accepted it as the views of all those who lived within walls. Dejected and hurt by their actions and calloused attitudes, Staelufre withdrew even further from any want to be apart of the Coral Sea or its people.<br />
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:: It took much convincing and debate before L'aenoh was able to get Staelufre to join the Coral Sea's roster. She still argues that she's not properly a member. In her eyes, she has never been fully socially accepted. Yet she is officially documented in their applications, so is technically a member. Being with the Coral Sea has expanded those she met, as well, to most everyone that she currently knows. While she disappears for long times to hunt or do whatever else she wishes, she does commonly return to the Free Company house either for its luxuries or its company.<br />
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:: Even more recent, she's been traveling to the Goblet on a frequenct basis. There is a select few of people who have caught her interest, and that she's certain hold answers they may not be sure that they have. As ever, she has a habit of finding ill fortune and then diving into it even deeper.<br />
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===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #EB9F9F;font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Miscellaneous</div>===<br />
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* She has a habit of naming people, and will eagerly explain the names she's given and their meaning to great detail.<br />
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* Her favorite food is cake. Specifically rolanberry and chocolate flavored.<br />
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* Odds are, if someone's in good standing with her, she will do almost anything that they request of her.<br />
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* If you give her sweets, expect her to always look to you for more. (Don't feed stray cats, kids!)<br />
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* Some of her other names include:<br />
:: J'adaeza Tyraka<br />
:: Skaenliht Lysmerl<br />
:: Klynskaet Lysmerl<br />
:: Steigifenix Lysmerl<br />
:: Loetrtier Lysmerl<br />
:: Hirume<br />
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''Some of these rumors are untrue or are greatly exaggerated. Please feel free to add your own rumors under PC!''<br />
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<div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #90AB76;">◢ Common and easily overheard, use freely</div></b><br />
: <font style="color:#90AB76;" size="3">■</font> "She's odd. Doesn't speak well, and ran off soon as she got her booze. At least she paid," <i>Merchant at Aleport</i><br />
: <font style="color:#90AB76;" size="3">■</font> "Ah, aye, I know 'er. Got charged with poaching once. I remember, 'cause next day we found a couple of Redbellies hangin' from the trees not far off the road. Took forever to get 'em down," <i>Woodwailer in Central Shroud</i><br />
: <font style="color:#90AB76;" size="3">■</font> "Yeah, she comes through here often. Sometimes she doesn't have gil and ends up having to barter pieces of jewelry. Her boyfriend or husband or someone always comes around a day or two later to buy the jewelry back," <i>Ferryman at Vesper Bay</i><br />
: <font style="color:#90AB76;" size="3">■</font> "Sometimes she stops here, but never to take a chocobo. Avoids the damn things like the plague," <i>Any Choco-keep in the Sanctuaries</i><br />
: <font style="color:#90AB76;" size="3">■</font> "I keep telling her: No fishing in the ponds! You know what, when you find her, tell her that for me!" <i>Frustrated Adder in Lavender Beds</i><br />
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<b><div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #F37E1D;">◢ Moderately difficult to overhear, use sparingly or ask first</div></b><br />
: <font style="color:#F37E1D;" size="3">■</font> "She's a poor thing. Sometimes she likes to soak in the waters here before she goes to trade over by the Wanderer's Palace. Her back is just a travesty for something so cute," <i>Worker at Camp Bronze Lake</i><br />
: <font style="color:#F37E1D;" size="3">■</font> "You know, it's funny, I saw 'er 'round 'ere a lot. Just hangin' out, talkin' to th' farmers. Then up an' disappears. Ain't seen 'er since," <i>Farmer at Summerford Farms</i><br />
: <font style="color:#F37E1D;" size="3">■</font> "Ah, yeah, I've seen her. Well, heard is more like... Those two cats are damned loud..." <i>Grimacing Yellowjacket Who Works Near the Eyes</i><br />
: <font style="color:#F37E1D;" size="3">■</font> "That pink one? She comes in about once a moon to buy some cake. Real skittish, but always tips well!" <i>Chef in the Bismark</i><br />
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<b><div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #D83018;">◢ Very difficult or rarely overheard, ask before using</div></b><br />
: <font style="color:#D83018;" size="3">■</font> "I don't know why, but sometimes she leaves offerings at Thal's Shrine. Won't speak to anyone, either. Just walks in and spends a few bells in silence only to leave," <i>Brass Blade on Highbridge</i><br />
: <font style="color:#D83018;" size="3">■</font> "Is the damnest thing. She looks just like one of my tribe sisters... But I could have sworn her dead," <i>Hard-working Tia in Wineport</i><br />
: <font style="color:#D83018;" size="3">■</font> "I know the name. Commissioned some unique weapons. All pretty confidential, I'm afraid," <i>Blacksmith in Limsa Lominsa</i><br />
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<b><div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #aac5b4;">◢ Rumors from the character's of other players</div></b><br />
: <font style="color:#aac5b4;" size="3">■</font> "Arcane magic around her? Forget about it. She's like... Way too angry about something involving it," <i>[[Harper Brightwind]]</i><br />
: <font style="color:#aac5b4;" size="3">■</font> "I'm fairly certain she has little to no respect for the dead. Or for the living. Or any value for life itself given how quick she treats folk. And I'm pretty sure she doesn't know anything about privacy or secrets. Ever. Journals included," <i>[[Chaska Dakwhil]]</i><br />
: <font style="color:#aac5b4;" size="3">■</font> "The pink one? She's absolutely terrified of me for some reason or another. Poor dear. I believe someone asked me if I might be there to take her away or something of the like. I am not quite sure why since we have never really met," <i>[[J'nangho Jhimei]]</i><br />
: <font style="color:#aac5b4;" size="3">■</font>"She is blessed with a lot of drive and ambition, all fueled with good cause. Lady Staelufre will take in everything around her, dare say some knowledge without reflecting on it becomes only chaos, though. Shall always try to be there and bring clarity to all her goals; may I never fail to protect her from the poisons." <i>[[Jancis Milburga]]</i><br />
: <font style="color:#aac5b4;" size="3">■</font>"Oh! Stae! They call her 'the Huntress'. Well, at least I call her that. Anyroads, she knows things. Things about predators and prey that I've only... felt but couldn't put to words. To say she's like magic on the hunt is doing a disservice to her instinctual talent. She's more miqo'te than my Matron." <i>[[R'sass Thras]]</i><br />
: <font style="color:#aac5b4;" size="3">■</font>"She know more about roegadyns than me. Her father is miqo'te with roegadyn inside. She lived with stars. She is most magic person I know but she not use it...I think. She make me feel life is different from how know. Give her fruit and share stories! Will like and have very many funs!" <i>[[Flickering Ember]]</i><br />
: <font style="color:#aac5b4;" size="3">■</font>"Don't turn your back on her; she'll leap upon it in an instant." <i>[[Brynhilde Wulf]]</i><br />
: <font style="color:#aac5b4;" size="3">■</font>"Staelufre is swift, skilled, and cleverer than others may think. She is not called the Huntress without reason and you should take care not to end up her prey." <i>[[Tiergan Vashir]]</i> <br />
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: <center><font style="color:#000000;" size="3">♥</font> Physical Attraction <font style="color:#F02311;" size="3">♥</font> Romantic Desire <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font> Platonic Love <font style="color:#F0F078;" size="3">♥</font> Worship </center> <br />
: <center><font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> Good Standing <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> Neutral <font style="color:#C24640;" size="3">●</font> Poor Standing</center><br />
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: <font style="color:#F02311;" size="3">♥</font> <font style="color:#000000;" size="3">♥</font> [[L'aenoh Tia]]: "Ganzjaega Riklifaeld" : A man she met in the Mist. Their beginnings were rather rough, though both held an attraction for the other since the moment they met. After some struggle with a rather cruel Keeper named Hnaba, they came together and bonded in a way neither expected. Ever since, the two have been inseparable. Staelufre has come to love him in true. She has no plans to deviate from his side, and goes to great lengths to ensure his safety. They were married on Feburary 28th.<br />
: <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font> [[Vilsewaen Steinhoh]]: Her father, her mentor, her brother. He is the person Staelufre respects the most in her life, and strives to be like. It is a constant disappointment to her that she cannot follow in his footsteps, or become precisely alike him. Almost everything she does is to give him pride and prove herself worthy in his eyes.<br />
: <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font> [[Siehrova Brynstymm]]: Her sister. Staelufre is wildly protective of her intelligent and kind kin. Their shared history has forged their bond into something that is unbreakable. She values Siehrova for her intelligence and quick wit, and admires her for being able to do so many things that she cannot even conceive possible. While her sister works on various projects in Mor Dhona, almost always consisting of magitek, Staelufre makes sure to provide her sister with every comfort and need she could ask for.<br />
: <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font> [[Renee Becquerel]]: "Wakkeyha Syngronn" : Her sister, her rival. She is the apprentice of her father and her natural affinity to truth and ownership of the Echo has made Wakkeyha the favorite of Vilsewaen. In this, Staelufre is constantly jealous of her and irritated of her natural prowess with mysticism. She sees in Renee all the things she wishes she can be, and yet her sister is blissfully ignorant of such facts. Renee's fawning and doting over Staelufre as her own sister only makes her feel guilty of this, and oddly endeared to the woman.<br />
: <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font> [[Tiergan Vashir]]: "Wynztier Eifaufre" : A brother, strong and bound by both love and loyalty. Originally a strange man, she became endeared to him after a long talk about the Lotus. Some of his earnest personality began to shine, and with it Staelufre saw someone of noble heart. She has since followed him throughout much of Eorzea on bizarre adventures to save friends or return them home. He has since named her "Steigifenix", and they've become bound in a sibling-like love for one another.<br />
: <font style="color:#F0F078;" size="3">♥</font> [[Telos]]: "Guolstyrm Grymhoh" : Someone who holds the answers to many of her questions. He's treated her fairly, and kindly, and for this she holds to him a sense of loyalty. There's something that makes others frightened of him, but whatever wariness this caused has been abandoned. He has earned to her a place in her heart as an idol: Someone she is willing to follow without question and with idealistic devotion and has come to accept him as a man who will be God.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Ja'ren A'lenthin]]: "Arengybet Haerzhylt" : Their relationship begun on a rocky note. Miscommunication and estranged feelings made the two incapable of seeing eye-to-eye at first. Yet, when entrusting Ja'ren with a mysterious Void artefact, the two began a strange journey that solidified their friendship. Unexpected circumstances brought them even closer, and Ja'ren teaches her much of her magick and control over it. She ever admired Ja'ren, though also finds him foolish at times.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[J'azhar Tia]]: "Blynulm Wakknberk" : Introduced to her through Sylas, the young member of Jackal tribe was originally supposed to be a source of information. He quickly charmed her not only with a sense of his kindness for their mutual friends, but also his innocent manner of speech. It seems their friend circles have merged, for which Staelufre is only thankful, as she's ultimately fond of J'azhar's fretting and warm personality. She is envious of him, for it seems everyone is loving and affectionate of J'azhar, and yet she also is so utterly endeared by a man she views as whole and perfect that she wishes him to think well of her in return.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Zaius Rhal'seer]]: "Doenruht Formnwust" : Staelufre's teacher. After Zaius insulted her mate by beating him in battle and tying him to a bed, she sought Zaius out to seek revenge. With original intentions of killing him, she was instead impressed by his technique and strength. After agreeing to teach her, and a couple lessons, she's come to trust the Keeper entirely. He shows to her an amount of care and yet willingness to let her learn. Because of that, she gives him an amount of blind faith many would advise against.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Flickering Ember]]: "Flakknglut" : This roegadyn is someone Staelufre very much wants to impress and become friends with. They seem to have a parallel in their histories that makes her feel akin to the blind girl, but at the same time Ember can come across so innocent that Staelufre is afraid of breaking her. To Staelufre, it creates a strange dance of coming close to her emotionally, and also holding her out at arm's length.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Erlanis Shadir]]: "Merlsyng Aersteidin" : Originally named Syngiahtyn, this pair of wanderers found a strange likeness in one another that they did not see in others. Their stories vary wildly, but their personalities come together in a strange sort of unison that had them bond rather quickly. After the pair of them had a misadventure involving some caves, they grew even closer and swore to one another to keep the other alive. More specifically, to keep each other "from drowning".<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Teld're Eska'aldren]]: "Myrganais Gesprheti" : The seer, as she called him, is a strange and recent friend. He is mercurial and ever-shifting. In just one sun, she saw many sides to the man and is fascinated by each of them. The curiosity likewise expands to his various mysteries and entanglements he's entered himself in. She has spent an increasing amount of time in his company and the company of his friends, and each moment has only made her loyalty to him grow. She is determined to be a stalwart friend at his side.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Faolan Woodlock]]: "Nezelcwin Rymmthoh" : A man she hardly knows. He smells of campfire smoke and forests. This initial impression leads Staelufre to wanting to know more. After recent events that led her to witness Faolan's way of healing, and the knowledge he witnessed Dhemgeim's death, she's only more intent on prying beneath that mask of his.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Mikh'a Elakha]]: "Saelbwaent Sylbtoum" : The gentle shadow was someone who first left his mark after healing her during her original spar with Aiouxdaux. The experience was a painful one, but after meeting a second and third time, he won her over with his quiet presence and gentle gestures. She is desperate to learn magick from him, and to please him, and to be a great many things. She admires Mikh'a in the way she admires Telos: She wishes to both emulate him and make him proud of her at the same time.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Jancis Milburga]]: "Solkeim Brynroega" : Her friend. Jancis and she first met through L'aenoh, and the healer has proved nothing but kind and stalwart. Even in the heat of battle or its gross after-effects, the woman never seems to waver. Even in the grossest of situations, Jancis is a shining beacon for her to orient herself. Staelufre remains loyal to her, and has never had cause to question this. She plans to ever be.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Ranirus Crithalos]]: "Slafhirsch Krepfiwaen" : The white coeurl. He is instinctual and predatory, and very difficult to read. Staelufre is never sure if she has offended him or if she pleases him. He says he is fond of her, so she often treats him with the patience of a mother to their child. She understands and sympathizes with his difficulty speaking, and doesn't truly find much wrong in him. He is frustrating to her at times, definitely, but considering on the note they first met: She definitely thinks they've come a long ways to being friends.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Marlon'to Menai]]: "Waebivann Streknhugl" : A friend. She doesn't know him very well, but she knows the people he has been associating with. They all seem very fond of him, and to her he seems a sort who is not only a little bumbling but also very smart. A strange mixture of intelligence and innocence, and it makes her only all the more curious. He has offered to let her help him in his workshop, and she and he have done some business together, but she's very intent on seeing what else there is to him.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Aiouxdaux Beaumont]]: "Weichnsthal Merlnebel" : The dervish doctore was someone she first bonded with after a sparring bout that had left both of them nearly dead. She understands him rather well, despite knowing so little of him. She thinks him someone of great amusement and deadly skill, and so looks up to him quite a bit. He seems to have many heartaches, and the two have shared no small amounts of promises between each other. She recognizes him as both peer and leader, as someone who she shall fall behind in combat and leap towards in conversation. He's a beacon, to her, though she worries what will happen when the sorrow he hides swallows him up.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Addifore Tweedle]]: "Zwynask Skoenahct" : Her kin. They have not known each other long, but already he calls her a sister and she finds great solace in his company. He's extremely affectionate and caring, and so she mirrors this to him. Her care for him is genuine and true, but she also knows very well that he can take care of himself. Though they met dueling, and spar still during infrequent times, her greatest joys are the simpler ones when she gets to see him happiest.<br />
: <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> [[Leanne Delphium]]: "Weinspaer" : The appointed "best friend". After having scolded Staelufre on ill social behavior, L'aenoh assigned the two of them to be friends from then on out. It's been somewhat uncertain ground, but the hat-clad woman is such a different presence that Staelufre help but agree she's fine friend material. Much is unknown about Leanne, though she manages to keep amusing Staelufre.<br />
: <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> [[R'sass Thras]]: Her student. A young miqo'te whose tribe has disbanded, she was intent on learning to hunt. The reverence Sass has for her is baffling and, as she believes it, misguided. But it is still a pleasant and entertaining thing to teach another her methods of hunting.<br />
: <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> [[R'ostam Tia]]: Relative to R'sass, Staelufre finds him hot-headed and brash. His silent behavior, she knows, is entirely a front for a confused and conflicted young man. She hopes to teach him a little of fighting, though also knows that she is by far the least capable of giving him what he needs to know to make a better life outside the tribe.<br />
: <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> [[Memeli Meli]]: "Toffvann" : A powerful lalafell and magnificent braggart. She holds little respect for this person, but does recognize in her the potential to do much. They haven't shared much but in passing, though Memeli's ability to find trouble and also find her way out is always worthy of admiration.<br />
: <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> [[Finecia Hawke]]: "Blahntrachyn" : A peculiar hyur. Staelufre does not trust Finecia in the way she would never fully trust a dragon. Though she wears her past plainly, there is always an uncertainty to what happening in Finecia's mind. She is, at least, a reliable healer.<br />
: <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> [[R'lexia Thras]]: "Lihtleita" : A quiet miqo'te who has not revealed much about herself. While she is Finecia's mate, Staelufre is not yet sure of Lexia's mettle. She seems determined, but there is a weakness and hesitance in her actions that makes Staelufre wonder.<br />
: <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> [[Franz Renatus]]: "Iyrnfystsyn" : After having dealt with an unpleasant elezen, the two came to a mutual understanding. She does not truly wonder after the man, but does at times wonder at his strength. He has, at the very least, the presence enough for her to take his word as truth.<br />
: <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> [[Oscare Iono]]: "Blanabrenn" : Another she knows to be a Garlean. She does not particularly care for this dark-skinned hyur, but he has never done anything to upset her either. At best, she knows him as Jancis' friend.<br />
: <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> [[Tausenadel Geispyrsyn]]: "Wybhaerz" : An officer of the Coral Sea. Upon their first meeting, he seemed kind enough, though at their second and every meeting after, he insists on calling her "Stray". Staelufre has expressed her displeasure with this sentiment. Since then he's seemed kind enough to her, and so while she has little fondness for him, she also has little to lose.<br />
: <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> [[Sigurd Rainecourt]]: "Bremlohr" : A pitiful little hyur. His weakness makes her dislike and distaste for him very obvious. She thinks that it is a shame, for he has many strong allies, but will never reach to such heights himself. After a duel for honor, she won and admitted he abolished his disrespects to her. Since then, however, he has still yet to prove himself.<br />
: <font style="color:#C24640;" size="3">●</font> [[Chaska Dakwhil]]: "Tenkoeya" : Ja'ren's mate and a person Staelufre always wonders about. While mute, her wisdom and cunning is unprecedented. Or because it is because of her inability to talk that Chaska has a way of thinking unparalleled. Either way, Staelufre once held respect for Chaska. After several events and being openly mocked by her enough times, she has come to disavow the other female.<br />
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File:ByTeldre.png|Portrait, by Teld're Eska'aldren<br />
File:StaeByTierganVashir.jpg|The Owl, by Tiergan Vashir<br />
File:CollabByAddiRan.png|Afternoon Cake, by Ranirus Crithalos and Addifore Tweedle<br />
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===<div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #EB9F9F;font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Footnotes</div>===<br />
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: Tumblr: http://stillshore.tumblr.com<br />
: Faceclaim: [http://stillshore.tumblr.com/post/109046339712/emilybador-emily-bador-for-lizzy-clothing-by Emily Bador]<br />
: Voiceclaim: [https://youtu.be/V1CjxQXXA7o NieR - Song of the Ancients Devola]<br />
: Theme Music: [http://youtu.be/TpUP0jjicqY You Are the Moon - The Hush Sound]<br />
: Theme Music: [http://youtu.be/VKrYOUhOeaI Hope in the Air - Laura Marling]<br />
: Theme Music: [http://youtu.be/6k8es2BNloE Little Black Submarines - The Black Keys]<br />
: Theme Music: [http://youtu.be/TybeFBV7awc Upside Down - Paloma Faith]<br />
: Love Song: [http://youtu.be/oP-H36bsK2M A Thousand Years - Christina Perri (Cover by Angela July)]<br />
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: Template by [[Bancroft Gairn]]</div>Dhemgeimhttps://wiki.ffxiv-roleplayers.com/index.php?title=Staelufre_Lysmerl&diff=94913Staelufre Lysmerl2015-06-03T07:01:16Z<p>Dhemgeim: /* Miscellaneous */</p>
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{{Infobox-character<br />
| name = Staelufre Lysmerl<br />
| image = Staewikiprofile.png<br />
| imagewidth = 250<br />
| caption = "May prey find your path."<br />
| gender = Female<br />
| citizenship = N/A<br />
| race = Miqo'te<br />
| clan = Seeker of the Sun<br />
| stat_1 = Age<br />
| stat_1_value = Mid-twenties<br />
| stat_2 = Sexuality<br />
| stat_2_value = Heterosexual<br />
| stat_3 = Occupation<br />
| stat_3_value = Hunter<br />
| stat_4 = Height/Weight<br />
| stat_4_value = 5 fulms, 0 ilms / 110 ponze<br />
| stat_5 = Diety <br />
| stat_5_value = Halone, the Fury<br />
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'''Staelufre Lysmerl''' (pronounced /stail-OU-frey LEES-mar-ill/) was born on 10th Sun of the 5th Umbral Era (October 10th). Her name means "Still Shore of the Bright Sea". She is a miqo'te who was born to one of the vagrant Jackal tribes in La Noscea, wandering through much of Eorzea with them during her childhood. She has kept the affinity to remaining in the wilderness over any form of civilization to this day, and has a very odd way of speaking.<br />
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===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #EB9F9F;font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Basic Info</div>===<br />
Not everyone can understand or relate to Staelufre. This is, at times, exceedingly frustrating to her. She speaks with a parlance that was invented and perfected by a hermit, and thus the mannerisms she uses are very foreign and often leading to misunderstanding. She has, however, been getting lessons on how to speak easier and has begun to become acquainted with a more common cant. Only adding to her oddities, she will avoid cities at a very unreasonable rate. At times, she also forgoes the comfort of houses and chooses to disappear into the wilderness for suns at a time. She prefers alcohol and fighting to any sort of minimal comfort, and excels in agility over brute strength or magick. Because Staelufre is terrible at remembering names, she often gives people her own "nicknames" derived from the roegadyn language.<br />
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:<small>''"He is prey; weak, frightened and unable to fight his way free. He becomes terrified and runs into the briars, then complains when they get caught in his fur. Such rabbits do not deserve pity, or mercy."''<br />
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:''"Oft, you are taken by the deep and churning tides. As they pull you below, to tumble you about, you must not fight. The sea is as nourishing as she is treacherous."''<br />
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:''"I find no small comfort in the shores of my kin. The apprentice and his bannermen honor me with mine namesake, but it is ever the freedom of the sea that I give myself to."''</small><br />
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: <font style="color:#F7A29E;" size="3">■</font> Outdoors<br />
: <font style="color:#F7A29E;" size="3">■</font> Sweets<br />
: <font style="color:#F7A29E;" size="3">■</font> Knives<br />
: <font style="color:#F7A29E;" size="3">■</font> Pink<br />
: <font style="color:#F7A29E;" size="3">■</font> Fighting<br />
: <font style="color:#F7A29E;" size="3">■</font> Dresses<br />
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: <font style="color:#F3C6B9;" size="3">■</font> Crowds (and similarly loud noises)<br />
: <font style="color:#F3C6B9;" size="3">■</font> Cowardice<br />
: <font style="color:#F3C6B9;" size="3">■</font> Cities / tribes<br />
: <font style="color:#F3C6B9;" size="3">■</font> Authority<br />
: <font style="color:#F3C6B9;" size="3">■</font> Extravagance<br />
: <font style="color:#F3C6B9;" size="3">■</font> Loneliness<br />
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: <font style="color:#FAEDDF;" size="3">■</font> Perceptive to truer intentions<br />
: <font style="color:#FAEDDF;" size="3">■</font> Hunting<br />
: <font style="color:#FAEDDF;" size="3">■</font> Endurance or agility exercises<br />
: <font style="color:#FAEDDF;" size="3">■</font> Whittling<br />
: <font style="color:#FAEDDF;" size="3">■</font> Going, or remaining, largely unseen<br />
: <font style="color:#FAEDDF;" size="3">■</font> Singing<br />
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: Staelufre cuts a slight figure, but nothing about her short stature is wasted. She is muscled and athletic in build, though short. Her skin is tanned and golden in complexion from both heritage and a great many days in the sun. With naturally pink hair and tail, though neither accept to being tried to tame. Her hair is fluffy and wild, and so often cut short or bound down by clips. Usually, after hunting, it's also caked in mud. Even more stunning than a girl with pink hair are her gold eyes. They glare at most of the world from behind long lashes, sharp and stripping. Even with the round face and fat, up-turned nose, the gentleness of her face is ruined by such intruding eyes.<br />
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: In almost all situations Staelufre's garbed lightly, wearing little more armor than leather. If there's any metal to her outfit, it is to reinforce weak points such as her shins or forearms. Never does Staelufre show her back, as across it is an uneven and encompassing scar that stretches from shoulders to lower back. More scars mar her arms and hands, though she also commonly wears gloves. Staelufre never goes anywhere without at least a knife, either hidden or plain, and cannot stand to equally part comfortable realms without her most precious ring.<br />
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: Staelufre most often stands slouched or with arms crossed, especially when in the presence of others. In crowds she is withdrawn, quiet and in corners. Anything more than five or six others and Staelufre simply tends to leave. She does not, under many circumstances, go into cities or crowded areas. She fears large numbers of people after being so withdrawn from civilization. It is to a point where she resents and hates any form of building or city, even at times preaching against the luxury of society. While she believes her words, she does also enjoy the luxuries that homes can provide. Beds and showers are much better than roots and cold lakes.<br />
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: In one word, a sum of her personality would be paradox. She is innocent and violent, both a hunter and likewise utterly feminine. She is harsh in her truths, and warm in her lies. Staelufre is both wise when it comes to others, and utterly ignorant in how to interact with them. Introspective, yet starved for friendship. Should anyone offer her kindness, she will eagerly drink it up and follow at their heels thereafter. Being alone for so long has both driven her to want freedom and to equally want camaraderie. <br />
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: One thing that is less fluid and contrary is her perspective on other people. People are either weak or strong, prey or hunters. Those who are prey she pities and sees no value in. Those who are hunters, she respects. Respect does not always mean Staelufre likes or trust them, however. After spending so long in the wild, she knows very well how to discern who is stronger and how to avoid confrontation. Unfortunately, she also strives to better herself at nearly every turn, so often has a deliberate cause and wish to throw herself into unfair situations just to come out stronger. This often makes her come across as rash, when the acts are in fact deliberate and she's always keenly aware of the very real danger of dying.<br />
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: If in situations when speaking to an individual person she trusts, Staelufre's personality truly shines through. Her words are eloquent and well-chosen, her loyalty is unbearably strong, and her optimism unyielding. She gives advice as best she can and admits ignorance when she cannot. Pride does, at times, keep her from asking for help when she needs it. When speaking to an individual that Staelufre dislikes, she becomes guarded and calloused. Her words are gated, capable of meaning anything, and her lies are so smooth it's impossible to tell them from the half-true metaphors. Her ability to command her emotions in front of those who she deems weaker is impressive, as is her capability of detaching value to their life. Those who are weak, in her opinion, are better off dead. Should Staelufre be speaking, however, individually with a person she doesn't yet know well, she'll always regard them in the way she would regard a new hunting territory. Assessing their weaknesses and prying for strengths, seeking the balance of their personality to determine whether or not they are worth her time.<br />
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===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #EB9F9F;font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Combat</div>===<br />
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: Staelufre does not fight other people very well. She is more akin to the hunt, to employing stealth and surprise, than to fighting others one-on-one. The thrill of battle still runs hot through her, however, and she always enjoys a good fight. Even if it means getting beaten black and blue, she'll take on an opponent if nothing more than for the experience of it. Because of her inexperience in direct combat, she relies mostly on her larger skills. This would be agility and speed. Not getting hit is the biggest name of her game, and while she can take a couple blows they wear her down quickly. Training for combat is not much in hefting weapons and striking dummies. She trains for flexibility and endurance. Running, stretching, climbing; unorthodox things that keep her body in shape but often don't translate into direct physical combat.<br />
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: Primarily, to defeat an opponent, Staelufre uses daggers. She looks for openings in armor first, and exploits any vulnerable spots. Due to being spry and nimble, reaching odd places isn't very difficult. What is difficult is getting close enough to cut without getting hit. So after a few slashes, Staelufre tends to back off and exhaust her opponent by letting them bleed out. To opponents she aims to kill rather than simply defeat, she usually aims for the neck or their gut. Blood is not something the miqo'te is shy of. If she aims to kill as well, it is even less likely that Staelufre will approach an opponent directly.<br />
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===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #EB9F9F;font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Biography</div>===<br />
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=====<div style="padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Tribal Years</div>=====<br />
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:: Born daughter of J'tyraka Nuhn in the jungles of La Noscea as J'adaeza, she had a relatively blissful childhood. Their tribe was exceedingly small, no more than forty people at once, and strictly nomadic. Primarily they traveled through La Noscea, but in her lifetime did build small crafts to carry them across the waters to find new hunting grounds in the Black Shroud. Because of the fact they were so small, it was required for every member of the tribe to be trained and responsible for many aspects of the community. From small things such as building fires, or to larger things such as teaching the children. It was expected, in her tribe, for men and women to both be able to hunt as well as mend wounds.<br />
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:: As with all the other children, being trained to be a productive member of the tribe begun as soon as infancy ended. Her life was relatively easy, for all that a nomadic tribal life could be. She did not excel very well when it came to cooking or skinning creatures. She did not have much patience to learn to stitch clothes back together, and was often scolded for playing too roughly with the other children. Yet one day, she was brought to her mother's tent and given a choice of weaponry. This would be the weapon she would wield for the rest of her life in the tribe, trained in it until it became as much part of her as a limb. Only then would she be allowed to hunt. J'adaeza chose a spear, which was too large for her scrawny form, but stubbornly kept to it.<br />
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:: To those of younger ages, one of the more experienced Tias became their teacher. He taught them how to use the weapons they chose, in a strict yet not unkind manner. J'adaeza at this time was awful with the spear. She commonly dropped it, or was much too loud when carrying it around. She was scolded almost constantly, given extra exercises to learn her weapon better, and not allowed to return to the fires until she finished them. It was punishing, but also rewarding. So early in age, she didn't become bitter by the experience, but instead elevated to enjoy the push of her body. To wield the spear was not a natural thing to the tiny pink-haired girl, but she progressed and became decent at it. Once proficient enough, the Tia then began to train her in hunting tactics and strategies. How to step quietly and place traps, the knowledge of sensing danger and so forth.<br />
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:: At ten, as is traditional in her tribe, J'adaeza was taken on her first hunting trip. She was not permitted to strike at any creatures or wander on her own. She stuck closely to the side of one of the mature hunters, and while much of what she learned was applied, she found she had much more to learn. The thrill of the hunt sunk quickly and deeply in her heart, however, and it soon took her over. She became obsessed with hunting, and decided after but a few meager years of training to dedicate her life to it.<br />
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:: This went against her tribe's custom, however. When J'adaeza's more relaxed chores and duties began to wane in favor to her hunting, she was taken aside and spoken to. At first, they only expressed concerned. Then, when she ignored their words and abandoned her other disciplines in arrogant need for the sport, they began to punish her in true. As an adolescent who, as pre-teens tend to be, was absolutely certain she knew what was best for her, J'azaeda rebelled against the obedience they demanded from her. This was not an uncommon thing at her age, even in the tribe, but it was still disruptive to a community so small. She was frustratingly single-minded and stuck to it. So one evening, after a particularly bad spat with her aunt, she decided to leave the tribe.<br />
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:: Leaving itself wasn't terribly traumatic to J'adaeza. The tribe, at the time, was on a particularly wealthy streak in the Shroud. She took a sufficient amount of foodstuffs and her spear, and set off at the opposite direction. It was liberating, for a while, until she found that one of her half-sisters trailing slowly after her. Having heard of J'adaeza's leaving, J'adisa had soon departed for her own reasoning. Guilt and familial obligation forced her to look over this other girl, who had no skill in hunting or fighting.<br />
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=====<div style="padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Death</div>=====<br />
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:: While J'adaeza and J'adisa traveled back to La Noscea, they found that life without a tribe was more difficult than previously imagined. While J'adaeza was a fair enough hunter, she was poor at every other practical application. Her rebellion became her own punishment, as her sister and her struggled to feed themselves or find proper campsites. There were many close calls to unsavory sorts and rabid beastmen, and J'adaeza gathered many colorful stories about swiping equipment from unsuspecting travelers.<br />
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:: During such a colorful tale, she managed to cross paths with the wrong sort of folk. The story involved behind to why, and how the events unfolded, tends to change with each evolution of the story in present day; suggesting a reluctance to admit why or perhaps even a true confusion as to its truth. But what she does always tell, and seem to recall accurately, is the mutilation of her back. Tossed into the sea of Vylbrand, she nearly drowned. Miracle of miracles, she survived. Washed upon the beach with her back quickly growing an infection. Time for her at this point grew wildly inconsistent. A fever over-took her and she wandered in search of shelter or help. Her body was dying, already weak from her time in the water and what she was certain had been her death. Now, she was experiencing the agony of dying all over again.<br />
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:: Here is where [[Vilsewaen Steinhoh]] rescued the dying miqo'te. She had no idea, for a long time, that she was even in the care of anyone. He tended to her in one of his camps in the lowlands of Vylbrand until she recovered enough to become lucid and aware of her situation. They spoke, and while she was still too weak to move did tell him of her sister and where their campsite had been before her near-fatal accident. J'adisa came immediately and helped Vilsewaen tend to J'adaeza. He spoke strangely, but treated them kindly, and offered more than enough hospitality that they felt comfortable staying at his side.<br />
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====<div style="padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Rebirth</div>====<br />
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:: Though the two half-sisters did not intend to stay with Vilsewaen long, his proficiency of living alone was more than they had. When he offered to teach them, they ended up agreeing. Thus it was that the two came under his tutelage, and the tutelage became something more. His patience and lack of social skills were precisely the right combination of dry and kind that the two bonded with. So when Vilsewaen, the wandering hermit that he is, said he was climbing higher to the La Noscean mountains he took J'adaeza and J'adisa with him.<br />
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:: There is where J'adaeza's birth into Staelufre became apparent. Though she may had been on the physical brink of death before, with Vilsewaen's help she finally accepted that she will never again be part of a tribe. And as the hermit accepted these two lost girls into his care, he gave to them his traditions and philosophies as well. So J'adaeza and J'adisa came to be known, respectively, as Staelufre Lysmerl and Siehrova Brynstymm. The women were encouraged to be free and study whatever pursuit came to their heart, while their new father ensured their welfare and ability to look after themselves. So they developed into two opposites. Where Staelufre was wild, Siehrova was patient: Where Staelufre learned and strengthened her body, Siehrova was curious and expanded her mind. The two were dawn and dusk, and they both loved Vilsewaen as if he were the sky itself.<br />
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:: The three were very happy for a long time. As was his nature, Vilsewaen would often leave the two to wander. Even attached to others, he was still a hermit at heart. But Staelufre and Siehrova did not seem to mind. Their growth became exponential as they explored the mountains of La Noscea, alone and away from any civilization. The two bonded until their differences expanded and then compounded, both taking pieces of each other until neither were sure which one began and the other ended. These are the happiest memories to Staelufre, with her ever-present sister and her wayward father. Each so dear to her that she would have rather died than be left without them in the world.<br />
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:: Eventually Staelufre and Siehrova left La Noscea. Vilsewaen went with them as far as the Shroud, and from there they wandered to Coerthas. The cold weather did not suit Siehrova, but the stars fascinated her sister. Staelufre had always been fascinated by stars and their clarity in these northern grounds stole her heart away. They wandered wherever they wished, though often returned to their "home" in the mountains.<br />
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====<div style="padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">The Calamity</div>====<br />
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:: About four years before the Calamity fell, Vilsewaen took in another rogue soul. While Staelufre isn't sure where the old man found [[Renee Becquerel]] - who was then Renaud - he certainly came to become a large figurehead for the elezen. The then-named Wakkeyha Syngronn became Vilsewaen's apprentice. This excited the first time Staelufre ever felt jealousy in another person. She had always thought of her father as belonging to their family, and here was an interloper to steal Vilsewaen's time and ideals away from their already precious moments. It frustrated her, and she harbored equal envy that Renee had the Echo while she did not. So when the Garlean forces threatened their doorstep and Renee announced her leave, Staelufre was overjoyed... until Vilsewaen announced he was leaving as well.<br />
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:: She remained in the mountains of La Noscea until after Dalamud hit. Then she waited longer for Vilsewaen to return. Eventually, she became too anxious and left - parting with Siehrova for the first time in years. She traveled, seeing the cruelty and savagery that was brought on with total desolation. While uninterested in helping cities to rebuild and regrow, she did know that her skills as a hunter would do many well. So Staelufre took up many odd jobs, expanding her skills and honing her ability as a hunter to be met by the need and demand of others.<br />
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:: This continued until the ships were rebuilt and the island reconnected to the rest of Eorzea. Then Staelufre left, wanderlust unable to be sated. She continued to work as a hunter for hire for a small time, building a thin and unimportant network of people who knew her by face if not by name. She abandoned it, however, when Revenant's Toll was being formed. Instead she returned to Siehrova and two journeyed there, to a place where Siehrova's genius and thirsty for knowledge could be met on a frontier that would also excite her more than any dusty library. For a time, Staelufre remained in Mor Dhona withe her sister. She did little other than wander and explore, doting upon her other half until such time that she became too thirsty for the hunt again.<br />
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====<div style="padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Present</div>====<br />
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:: So she left. She regathered her structure of hunting for meager favors or bits of gil, for things that she could not make or find herself in the wild. This was when she came to find, from Vilsewaen, that the long-left apprentice Renee Becquerel had started a Free Company. While the name the Coral Sea was appeasing to her, what truly interested her was the name of their home. It was named in her honor, supposedly, and while her desire to be free and away from any form of civilization was strong... the compulsion to see such a strange thing was stronger. So Staelufre wandered for her first time into the Mist, and quickly became lost.<br />
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:: This was where she met [[L'aenoh Tia]]. Through a quick spiral of events, he introduced her to many others of the Coral Sea. Their relationship becoming something strong, she remained near to the Mist - begrudgingly - to also remain near him. Her first impression of the people was unpleasant. They commonly referred to her as "Zhen's replacement" or "stray", and it happened so often and with so much repetition she accepted it as the views of all those who lived within walls. Dejected and hurt by their actions and calloused attitudes, Staelufre withdrew even further from any want to be apart of the Coral Sea or its people.<br />
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:: It took much convincing and debate before L'aenoh was able to get Staelufre to join the Coral Sea's roster. She still argues that she's not properly a member. In her eyes, she has never been fully socially accepted. Yet she is officially documented in their applications, so is technically a member. Being with the Coral Sea has expanded those she met, as well, to most everyone that she currently knows. While she disappears for long times to hunt or do whatever else she wishes, she does commonly return to the Free Company house either for its luxuries or its company.<br />
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:: Even more recent, she's been traveling to the Goblet on a frequenct basis. There is a select few of people who have caught her interest, and that she's certain hold answers they may not be sure that they have. As ever, she has a habit of finding ill fortune and then diving into it even deeper.<br />
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===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #EB9F9F;font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Miscellaneous</div>===<br />
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* She has a habit of naming people, and will eagerly explain the names she's given and their meaning to great detail.<br />
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* Her favorite food is cake. Specifically rolanberry and chocolate flavored.<br />
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* Odds are, if someone's in good standing with her, she will do almost anything that they request of her.<br />
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* If you give her sweets, expect her to always look to you for more. (Don't feed stray cats, kids!)<br />
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* Some of her other names include:<br />
:: J'adaeza Tyraka<br />
:: Skaenliht Lysmerl<br />
:: Klynskaet Lysmerl<br />
:: Steigifenix Lysmerl<br />
:: Loetrtier Lysmerl<br />
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''Some of these rumors are untrue or are greatly exaggerated. Please feel free to add your own rumors under PC!''<br />
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<div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #90AB76;">◢ Common and easily overheard, use freely</div></b><br />
: <font style="color:#90AB76;" size="3">■</font> "She's odd. Doesn't speak well, and ran off soon as she got her booze. At least she paid," <i>Merchant at Aleport</i><br />
: <font style="color:#90AB76;" size="3">■</font> "Ah, aye, I know 'er. Got charged with poaching once. I remember, 'cause next day we found a couple of Redbellies hangin' from the trees not far off the road. Took forever to get 'em down," <i>Woodwailer in Central Shroud</i><br />
: <font style="color:#90AB76;" size="3">■</font> "Yeah, she comes through here often. Sometimes she doesn't have gil and ends up having to barter pieces of jewelry. Her boyfriend or husband or someone always comes around a day or two later to buy the jewelry back," <i>Ferryman at Vesper Bay</i><br />
: <font style="color:#90AB76;" size="3">■</font> "Sometimes she stops here, but never to take a chocobo. Avoids the damn things like the plague," <i>Any Choco-keep in the Sanctuaries</i><br />
: <font style="color:#90AB76;" size="3">■</font> "I keep telling her: No fishing in the ponds! You know what, when you find her, tell her that for me!" <i>Frustrated Adder in Lavender Beds</i><br />
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<b><div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #F37E1D;">◢ Moderately difficult to overhear, use sparingly or ask first</div></b><br />
: <font style="color:#F37E1D;" size="3">■</font> "She's a poor thing. Sometimes she likes to soak in the waters here before she goes to trade over by the Wanderer's Palace. Her back is just a travesty for something so cute," <i>Worker at Camp Bronze Lake</i><br />
: <font style="color:#F37E1D;" size="3">■</font> "You know, it's funny, I saw 'er 'round 'ere a lot. Just hangin' out, talkin' to th' farmers. Then up an' disappears. Ain't seen 'er since," <i>Farmer at Summerford Farms</i><br />
: <font style="color:#F37E1D;" size="3">■</font> "Ah, yeah, I've seen her. Well, heard is more like... Those two cats are damned loud..." <i>Grimacing Yellowjacket Who Works Near the Eyes</i><br />
: <font style="color:#F37E1D;" size="3">■</font> "That pink one? She comes in about once a moon to buy some cake. Real skittish, but always tips well!" <i>Chef in the Bismark</i><br />
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<b><div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #D83018;">◢ Very difficult or rarely overheard, ask before using</div></b><br />
: <font style="color:#D83018;" size="3">■</font> "I don't know why, but sometimes she leaves offerings at Thal's Shrine. Won't speak to anyone, either. Just walks in and spends a few bells in silence only to leave," <i>Brass Blade on Highbridge</i><br />
: <font style="color:#D83018;" size="3">■</font> "Is the damnest thing. She looks just like one of my tribe sisters... But I could have sworn her dead," <i>Hard-working Tia in Wineport</i><br />
: <font style="color:#D83018;" size="3">■</font> "I know the name. Commissioned some unique weapons. All pretty confidential, I'm afraid," <i>Blacksmith in Limsa Lominsa</i><br />
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<b><div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #aac5b4;">◢ Rumors from the character's of other players</div></b><br />
: <font style="color:#aac5b4;" size="3">■</font> "Arcane magic around her? Forget about it. She's like... Way too angry about something involving it," <i>[[Harper Brightwind]]</i><br />
: <font style="color:#aac5b4;" size="3">■</font> "I'm fairly certain she has little to no respect for the dead. Or for the living. Or any value for life itself given how quick she treats folk. And I'm pretty sure she doesn't know anything about privacy or secrets. Ever. Journals included," <i>[[Chaska Dakwhil]]</i><br />
: <font style="color:#aac5b4;" size="3">■</font> "The pink one? She's absolutely terrified of me for some reason or another. Poor dear. I believe someone asked me if I might be there to take her away or something of the like. I am not quite sure why since we have never really met," <i>[[J'nangho Jhimei]]</i><br />
: <font style="color:#aac5b4;" size="3">■</font>"She is blessed with a lot of drive and ambition, all fueled with good cause. Lady Staelufre will take in everything around her, dare say some knowledge without reflecting on it becomes only chaos, though. Shall always try to be there and bring clarity to all her goals; may I never fail to protect her from the poisons." <i>[[Jancis Milburga]]</i><br />
: <font style="color:#aac5b4;" size="3">■</font>"Oh! Stae! They call her 'the Huntress'. Well, at least I call her that. Anyroads, she knows things. Things about predators and prey that I've only... felt but couldn't put to words. To say she's like magic on the hunt is doing a disservice to her instinctual talent. She's more miqo'te than my Matron." <i>[[R'sass Thras]]</i><br />
: <font style="color:#aac5b4;" size="3">■</font>"She know more about roegadyns than me. Her father is miqo'te with roegadyn inside. She lived with stars. She is most magic person I know but she not use it...I think. She make me feel life is different from how know. Give her fruit and share stories! Will like and have very many funs!" <i>[[Flickering Ember]]</i><br />
: <font style="color:#aac5b4;" size="3">■</font>"Don't turn your back on her; she'll leap upon it in an instant." <i>[[Brynhilde Wulf]]</i><br />
: <font style="color:#aac5b4;" size="3">■</font>"Staelufre is swift, skilled, and cleverer than others may think. She is not called the Huntress without reason and you should take care not to end up her prey." <i>[[Tiergan Vashir]]</i> <br />
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: <center><font style="color:#000000;" size="3">♥</font> Physical Attraction <font style="color:#F02311;" size="3">♥</font> Romantic Desire <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font> Platonic Love <font style="color:#F0F078;" size="3">♥</font> Worship </center> <br />
: <center><font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> Good Standing <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> Neutral <font style="color:#C24640;" size="3">●</font> Poor Standing</center><br />
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: <font style="color:#F02311;" size="3">♥</font> <font style="color:#000000;" size="3">♥</font> [[L'aenoh Tia]]: "Ganzjaega Riklifaeld" : A man she met in the Mist. Their beginnings were rather rough, though both held an attraction for the other since the moment they met. After some struggle with a rather cruel Keeper named Hnaba, they came together and bonded in a way neither expected. Ever since, the two have been inseparable. Staelufre has come to love him in true. She has no plans to deviate from his side, and goes to great lengths to ensure his safety. They were married on Feburary 28th.<br />
: <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font> [[Vilsewaen Steinhoh]]: Her father, her mentor, her brother. He is the person Staelufre respects the most in her life, and strives to be like. It is a constant disappointment to her that she cannot follow in his footsteps, or become precisely alike him. Almost everything she does is to give him pride and prove herself worthy in his eyes.<br />
: <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font> [[Siehrova Brynstymm]]: Her sister. Staelufre is wildly protective of her intelligent and kind kin. Their shared history has forged their bond into something that is unbreakable. She values Siehrova for her intelligence and quick wit, and admires her for being able to do so many things that she cannot even conceive possible. While her sister works on various projects in Mor Dhona, almost always consisting of magitek, Staelufre makes sure to provide her sister with every comfort and need she could ask for.<br />
: <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font> [[Renee Becquerel]]: "Wakkeyha Syngronn" : Her sister, her rival. She is the apprentice of her father and her natural affinity to truth and ownership of the Echo has made Wakkeyha the favorite of Vilsewaen. In this, Staelufre is constantly jealous of her and irritated of her natural prowess with mysticism. She sees in Renee all the things she wishes she can be, and yet her sister is blissfully ignorant of such facts. Renee's fawning and doting over Staelufre as her own sister only makes her feel guilty of this, and oddly endeared to the woman.<br />
: <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font> [[Tiergan Vashir]]: "Wynztier Eifaufre" : A brother, strong and bound by both love and loyalty. Originally a strange man, she became endeared to him after a long talk about the Lotus. Some of his earnest personality began to shine, and with it Staelufre saw someone of noble heart. She has since followed him throughout much of Eorzea on bizarre adventures to save friends or return them home. He has since named her "Steigifenix", and they've become bound in a sibling-like love for one another.<br />
: <font style="color:#F0F078;" size="3">♥</font> [[Telos]]: "Guolstyrm Grymhoh" : Someone who holds the answers to many of her questions. He's treated her fairly, and kindly, and for this she holds to him a sense of loyalty. There's something that makes others frightened of him, but whatever wariness this caused has been abandoned. He has earned to her a place in her heart as an idol: Someone she is willing to follow without question and with idealistic devotion and has come to accept him as a man who will be God.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Ja'ren A'lenthin]]: "Arengybet Haerzhylt" : Their relationship begun on a rocky note. Miscommunication and estranged feelings made the two incapable of seeing eye-to-eye at first. Yet, when entrusting Ja'ren with a mysterious Void artefact, the two began a strange journey that solidified their friendship. Unexpected circumstances brought them even closer, and Ja'ren teaches her much of her magick and control over it. She ever admired Ja'ren, though also finds him foolish at times.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[J'azhar Tia]]: "Blynulm Wakknberk" : Introduced to her through Sylas, the young member of Jackal tribe was originally supposed to be a source of information. He quickly charmed her not only with a sense of his kindness for their mutual friends, but also his innocent manner of speech. It seems their friend circles have merged, for which Staelufre is only thankful, as she's ultimately fond of J'azhar's fretting and warm personality. She is envious of him, for it seems everyone is loving and affectionate of J'azhar, and yet she also is so utterly endeared by a man she views as whole and perfect that she wishes him to think well of her in return.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Zaius Rhal'seer]]: "Doenruht Formnwust" : Staelufre's teacher. After Zaius insulted her mate by beating him in battle and tying him to a bed, she sought Zaius out to seek revenge. With original intentions of killing him, she was instead impressed by his technique and strength. After agreeing to teach her, and a couple lessons, she's come to trust the Keeper entirely. He shows to her an amount of care and yet willingness to let her learn. Because of that, she gives him an amount of blind faith many would advise against.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Flickering Ember]]: "Flakknglut" : This roegadyn is someone Staelufre very much wants to impress and become friends with. They seem to have a parallel in their histories that makes her feel akin to the blind girl, but at the same time Ember can come across so innocent that Staelufre is afraid of breaking her. To Staelufre, it creates a strange dance of coming close to her emotionally, and also holding her out at arm's length.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Erlanis Shadir]]: "Merlsyng Aersteidin" : Originally named Syngiahtyn, this pair of wanderers found a strange likeness in one another that they did not see in others. Their stories vary wildly, but their personalities come together in a strange sort of unison that had them bond rather quickly. After the pair of them had a misadventure involving some caves, they grew even closer and swore to one another to keep the other alive. More specifically, to keep each other "from drowning".<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Teld're Eska'aldren]]: "Myrganais Gesprheti" : The seer, as she called him, is a strange and recent friend. He is mercurial and ever-shifting. In just one sun, she saw many sides to the man and is fascinated by each of them. The curiosity likewise expands to his various mysteries and entanglements he's entered himself in. She has spent an increasing amount of time in his company and the company of his friends, and each moment has only made her loyalty to him grow. She is determined to be a stalwart friend at his side.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Faolan Woodlock]]: "Nezelcwin Rymmthoh" : A man she hardly knows. He smells of campfire smoke and forests. This initial impression leads Staelufre to wanting to know more. After recent events that led her to witness Faolan's way of healing, and the knowledge he witnessed Dhemgeim's death, she's only more intent on prying beneath that mask of his.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Mikh'a Elakha]]: "Saelbwaent Sylbtoum" : The gentle shadow was someone who first left his mark after healing her during her original spar with Aiouxdaux. The experience was a painful one, but after meeting a second and third time, he won her over with his quiet presence and gentle gestures. She is desperate to learn magick from him, and to please him, and to be a great many things. She admires Mikh'a in the way she admires Telos: She wishes to both emulate him and make him proud of her at the same time.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Jancis Milburga]]: "Solkeim Brynroega" : Her friend. Jancis and she first met through L'aenoh, and the healer has proved nothing but kind and stalwart. Even in the heat of battle or its gross after-effects, the woman never seems to waver. Even in the grossest of situations, Jancis is a shining beacon for her to orient herself. Staelufre remains loyal to her, and has never had cause to question this. She plans to ever be.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Ranirus Crithalos]]: "Slafhirsch Krepfiwaen" : The white coeurl. He is instinctual and predatory, and very difficult to read. Staelufre is never sure if she has offended him or if she pleases him. He says he is fond of her, so she often treats him with the patience of a mother to their child. She understands and sympathizes with his difficulty speaking, and doesn't truly find much wrong in him. He is frustrating to her at times, definitely, but considering on the note they first met: She definitely thinks they've come a long ways to being friends.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Marlon'to Menai]]: "Waebivann Streknhugl" : A friend. She doesn't know him very well, but she knows the people he has been associating with. They all seem very fond of him, and to her he seems a sort who is not only a little bumbling but also very smart. A strange mixture of intelligence and innocence, and it makes her only all the more curious. He has offered to let her help him in his workshop, and she and he have done some business together, but she's very intent on seeing what else there is to him.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Aiouxdaux Beaumont]]: "Weichnsthal Merlnebel" : The dervish doctore was someone she first bonded with after a sparring bout that had left both of them nearly dead. She understands him rather well, despite knowing so little of him. She thinks him someone of great amusement and deadly skill, and so looks up to him quite a bit. He seems to have many heartaches, and the two have shared no small amounts of promises between each other. She recognizes him as both peer and leader, as someone who she shall fall behind in combat and leap towards in conversation. He's a beacon, to her, though she worries what will happen when the sorrow he hides swallows him up.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Addifore Tweedle]]: "Zwynask Skoenahct" : Her kin. They have not known each other long, but already he calls her a sister and she finds great solace in his company. He's extremely affectionate and caring, and so she mirrors this to him. Her care for him is genuine and true, but she also knows very well that he can take care of himself. Though they met dueling, and spar still during infrequent times, her greatest joys are the simpler ones when she gets to see him happiest.<br />
: <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> [[Leanne Delphium]]: "Weinspaer" : The appointed "best friend". After having scolded Staelufre on ill social behavior, L'aenoh assigned the two of them to be friends from then on out. It's been somewhat uncertain ground, but the hat-clad woman is such a different presence that Staelufre help but agree she's fine friend material. Much is unknown about Leanne, though she manages to keep amusing Staelufre.<br />
: <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> [[R'sass Thras]]: Her student. A young miqo'te whose tribe has disbanded, she was intent on learning to hunt. The reverence Sass has for her is baffling and, as she believes it, misguided. But it is still a pleasant and entertaining thing to teach another her methods of hunting.<br />
: <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> [[R'ostam Tia]]: Relative to R'sass, Staelufre finds him hot-headed and brash. His silent behavior, she knows, is entirely a front for a confused and conflicted young man. She hopes to teach him a little of fighting, though also knows that she is by far the least capable of giving him what he needs to know to make a better life outside the tribe.<br />
: <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> [[Memeli Meli]]: "Toffvann" : A powerful lalafell and magnificent braggart. She holds little respect for this person, but does recognize in her the potential to do much. They haven't shared much but in passing, though Memeli's ability to find trouble and also find her way out is always worthy of admiration.<br />
: <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> [[Finecia Hawke]]: "Blahntrachyn" : A peculiar hyur. Staelufre does not trust Finecia in the way she would never fully trust a dragon. Though she wears her past plainly, there is always an uncertainty to what happening in Finecia's mind. She is, at least, a reliable healer.<br />
: <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> [[R'lexia Thras]]: "Lihtleita" : A quiet miqo'te who has not revealed much about herself. While she is Finecia's mate, Staelufre is not yet sure of Lexia's mettle. She seems determined, but there is a weakness and hesitance in her actions that makes Staelufre wonder.<br />
: <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> [[Franz Renatus]]: "Iyrnfystsyn" : After having dealt with an unpleasant elezen, the two came to a mutual understanding. She does not truly wonder after the man, but does at times wonder at his strength. He has, at the very least, the presence enough for her to take his word as truth.<br />
: <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> [[Oscare Iono]]: "Blanabrenn" : Another she knows to be a Garlean. She does not particularly care for this dark-skinned hyur, but he has never done anything to upset her either. At best, she knows him as Jancis' friend.<br />
: <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> [[Tausenadel Geispyrsyn]]: "Wybhaerz" : An officer of the Coral Sea. Upon their first meeting, he seemed kind enough, though at their second and every meeting after, he insists on calling her "Stray". Staelufre has expressed her displeasure with this sentiment. Since then he's seemed kind enough to her, and so while she has little fondness for him, she also has little to lose.<br />
: <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> [[Sigurd Rainecourt]]: "Bremlohr" : A pitiful little hyur. His weakness makes her dislike and distaste for him very obvious. She thinks that it is a shame, for he has many strong allies, but will never reach to such heights himself. After a duel for honor, she won and admitted he abolished his disrespects to her. Since then, however, he has still yet to prove himself.<br />
: <font style="color:#C24640;" size="3">●</font> [[Chaska Dakwhil]]: "Tenkoeya" : Ja'ren's mate and a person Staelufre always wonders about. While mute, her wisdom and cunning is unprecedented. Or because it is because of her inability to talk that Chaska has a way of thinking unparalleled. Either way, Staelufre once held respect for Chaska. After several events and being openly mocked by her enough times, she has come to disavow the other female.<br />
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File:ByTeldre.png|Portrait, by Teld're Eska'aldren<br />
File:StaeByTierganVashir.jpg|The Owl, by Tiergan Vashir<br />
File:CollabByAddiRan.png|Afternoon Cake, by Ranirus Crithalos and Addifore Tweedle<br />
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===<div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #EB9F9F;font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Footnotes</div>===<br />
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: Tumblr: http://stillshore.tumblr.com<br />
: Faceclaim: [http://stillshore.tumblr.com/post/109046339712/emilybador-emily-bador-for-lizzy-clothing-by Emily Bador]<br />
: Voiceclaim: [https://youtu.be/V1CjxQXXA7o NieR - Song of the Ancients Devola]<br />
: Theme Music: [http://youtu.be/TpUP0jjicqY You Are the Moon - The Hush Sound]<br />
: Theme Music: [http://youtu.be/VKrYOUhOeaI Hope in the Air - Laura Marling]<br />
: Theme Music: [http://youtu.be/6k8es2BNloE Little Black Submarines - The Black Keys]<br />
: Theme Music: [http://youtu.be/TybeFBV7awc Upside Down - Paloma Faith]<br />
: Love Song: [http://youtu.be/oP-H36bsK2M A Thousand Years - Christina Perri (Cover by Angela July)]<br />
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: Template by [[Bancroft Gairn]]</div>Dhemgeimhttps://wiki.ffxiv-roleplayers.com/index.php?title=Staelufre_Lysmerl&diff=90891Staelufre Lysmerl2015-05-11T21:58:03Z<p>Dhemgeim: /* Miscellaneous */</p>
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{{Infobox-character<br />
| name = Staelufre Lysmerl<br />
| image = Staewikiprofile.png<br />
| imagewidth = 250<br />
| caption = "May prey find your path."<br />
| gender = Female<br />
| citizenship = N/A<br />
| race = Miqo'te<br />
| clan = Seeker of the Sun<br />
| stat_1 = Age<br />
| stat_1_value = Mid-twenties<br />
| stat_2 = Sexuality<br />
| stat_2_value = Heterosexual<br />
| stat_3 = Occupation<br />
| stat_3_value = Hunter<br />
| stat_4 = Height/Weight<br />
| stat_4_value = 5 fulms, 0 ilms / 110 ponze<br />
| stat_5 = Diety <br />
| stat_5_value = Halone, the Fury<br />
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'''Staelufre Lysmerl''' (pronounced /stail-OU-frey LEES-mar-ill/) was born on 10th Sun of the 5th Umbral Era (October 10th). Her name means "Still Shore of the Bright Sea". She is a miqo'te who was born to one of the vagrant Jackal tribes in La Noscea, wandering through much of Eorzea with them during her childhood. She has kept the affinity to remaining in the wilderness over any form of civilization to this day, and has a very odd way of speaking.<br />
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===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #EB9F9F;font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Basic Info</div>===<br />
Not everyone can understand or relate to Staelufre. This is, at times, exceedingly frustrating to her. She speaks with a parlance that was invented and perfected by a hermit, and thus the mannerisms she uses are very foreign and often leading to misunderstanding. She has, however, been getting lessons on how to speak easier and has begun to become acquainted with a more common cant. Only adding to her oddities, she will avoid cities at a very unreasonable rate. At times, she also forgoes the comfort of houses and chooses to disappear into the wilderness for suns at a time. She prefers alcohol and fighting to any sort of minimal comfort, and excels in agility over brute strength or magick. Because Staelufre is terrible at remembering names, she often gives people her own "nicknames" derived from the roegadyn language.<br />
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:<small>''"He is prey; weak, frightened and unable to fight his way free. He becomes terrified and runs into the briars, then complains when they get caught in his fur. Such rabbits do not deserve pity, or mercy."''<br />
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:''"Oft, you are taken by the deep and churning tides. As they pull you below, to tumble you about, you must not fight. The sea is as nourishing as she is treacherous."''<br />
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:''"I find no small comfort in the shores of my kin. The apprentice and his bannermen honor me with mine namesake, but it is ever the freedom of the sea that I give myself to."''</small><br />
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: <font style="color:#F7A29E;" size="3">■</font> Outdoors<br />
: <font style="color:#F7A29E;" size="3">■</font> Sweets<br />
: <font style="color:#F7A29E;" size="3">■</font> Knives<br />
: <font style="color:#F7A29E;" size="3">■</font> Pink<br />
: <font style="color:#F7A29E;" size="3">■</font> Fighting<br />
: <font style="color:#F7A29E;" size="3">■</font> Dresses<br />
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: <font style="color:#F3C6B9;" size="3">■</font> Crowds (and similarly loud noises)<br />
: <font style="color:#F3C6B9;" size="3">■</font> Cowardice<br />
: <font style="color:#F3C6B9;" size="3">■</font> Cities / tribes<br />
: <font style="color:#F3C6B9;" size="3">■</font> Authority<br />
: <font style="color:#F3C6B9;" size="3">■</font> Extravagance<br />
: <font style="color:#F3C6B9;" size="3">■</font> Loneliness<br />
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: <font style="color:#FAEDDF;" size="3">■</font> Perceptive to truer intentions<br />
: <font style="color:#FAEDDF;" size="3">■</font> Hunting<br />
: <font style="color:#FAEDDF;" size="3">■</font> Endurance or agility exercises<br />
: <font style="color:#FAEDDF;" size="3">■</font> Whittling<br />
: <font style="color:#FAEDDF;" size="3">■</font> Going, or remaining, largely unseen<br />
: <font style="color:#FAEDDF;" size="3">■</font> Singing<br />
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===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #EB9F9F;font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Appearance & Personality</div>===<br />
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: Staelufre cuts a slight figure, but nothing about her short stature is wasted. She is muscled and athletic in build, though short. Her skin is tanned and golden in complexion from both heritage and a great many days in the sun. With naturally pink hair and tail, though neither accept to being tried to tame. Her hair is fluffy and wild, and so often cut short or bound down by clips. Usually, after hunting, it's also caked in mud. Even more stunning than a girl with pink hair are her gold eyes. They glare at most of the world from behind long lashes, sharp and stripping. Even with the round face and fat, up-turned nose, the gentleness of her face is ruined by such intruding eyes.<br />
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: In almost all situations Staelufre's garbed lightly, wearing little more armor than leather. If there's any metal to her outfit, it is to reinforce weak points such as her shins or forearms. Never does Staelufre show her back, as across it is an uneven and encompassing scar that stretches from shoulders to lower back. More scars mar her arms and hands, though she also commonly wears gloves. Staelufre never goes anywhere without at least a knife, either hidden or plain, and cannot stand to equally part comfortable realms without her most precious ring.<br />
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: Staelufre most often stands slouched or with arms crossed, especially when in the presence of others. In crowds she is withdrawn, quiet and in corners. Anything more than five or six others and Staelufre simply tends to leave. She does not, under many circumstances, go into cities or crowded areas. She fears large numbers of people after being so withdrawn from civilization. It is to a point where she resents and hates any form of building or city, even at times preaching against the luxury of society. While she believes her words, she does also enjoy the luxuries that homes can provide. Beds and showers are much better than roots and cold lakes.<br />
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: In one word, a sum of her personality would be paradox. She is innocent and violent, both a hunter and likewise utterly feminine. She is harsh in her truths, and warm in her lies. Staelufre is both wise when it comes to others, and utterly ignorant in how to interact with them. Introspective, yet starved for friendship. Should anyone offer her kindness, she will eagerly drink it up and follow at their heels thereafter. Being alone for so long has both driven her to want freedom and to equally want camaraderie. <br />
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: One thing that is less fluid and contrary is her perspective on other people. People are either weak or strong, prey or hunters. Those who are prey she pities and sees no value in. Those who are hunters, she respects. Respect does not always mean Staelufre likes or trust them, however. After spending so long in the wild, she knows very well how to discern who is stronger and how to avoid confrontation. Unfortunately, she also strives to better herself at nearly every turn, so often has a deliberate cause and wish to throw herself into unfair situations just to come out stronger. This often makes her come across as rash, when the acts are in fact deliberate and she's always keenly aware of the very real danger of dying.<br />
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: If in situations when speaking to an individual person she trusts, Staelufre's personality truly shines through. Her words are eloquent and well-chosen, her loyalty is unbearably strong, and her optimism unyielding. She gives advice as best she can and admits ignorance when she cannot. Pride does, at times, keep her from asking for help when she needs it. When speaking to an individual that Staelufre dislikes, she becomes guarded and calloused. Her words are gated, capable of meaning anything, and her lies are so smooth it's impossible to tell them from the half-true metaphors. Her ability to command her emotions in front of those who she deems weaker is impressive, as is her capability of detaching value to their life. Those who are weak, in her opinion, are better off dead. Should Staelufre be speaking, however, individually with a person she doesn't yet know well, she'll always regard them in the way she would regard a new hunting territory. Assessing their weaknesses and prying for strengths, seeking the balance of their personality to determine whether or not they are worth her time.<br />
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===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #EB9F9F;font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Combat</div>===<br />
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: Staelufre does not fight other people very well. She is more akin to the hunt, to employing stealth and surprise, than to fighting others one-on-one. The thrill of battle still runs hot through her, however, and she always enjoys a good fight. Even if it means getting beaten black and blue, she'll take on an opponent if nothing more than for the experience of it. Because of her inexperience in direct combat, she relies mostly on her larger skills. This would be agility and speed. Not getting hit is the biggest name of her game, and while she can take a couple blows they wear her down quickly. Training for combat is not much in hefting weapons and striking dummies. She trains for flexibility and endurance. Running, stretching, climbing; unorthodox things that keep her body in shape but often don't translate into direct physical combat.<br />
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: Primarily, to defeat an opponent, Staelufre uses daggers. She looks for openings in armor first, and exploits any vulnerable spots. Due to being spry and nimble, reaching odd places isn't very difficult. What is difficult is getting close enough to cut without getting hit. So after a few slashes, Staelufre tends to back off and exhaust her opponent by letting them bleed out. To opponents she aims to kill rather than simply defeat, she usually aims for the neck or their gut. Blood is not something the miqo'te is shy of. If she aims to kill as well, it is even less likely that Staelufre will approach an opponent directly.<br />
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=====<div style="padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Tribal Years</div>=====<br />
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:: Born daughter of J'tyraka Nuhn in the jungles of La Noscea as J'adaeza, she had a relatively blissful childhood. Their tribe was exceedingly small, no more than forty people at once, and strictly nomadic. Primarily they traveled through La Noscea, but in her lifetime did build small crafts to carry them across the waters to find new hunting grounds in the Black Shroud. Because of the fact they were so small, it was required for every member of the tribe to be trained and responsible for many aspects of the community. From small things such as building fires, or to larger things such as teaching the children. It was expected, in her tribe, for men and women to both be able to hunt as well as mend wounds.<br />
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:: As with all the other children, being trained to be a productive member of the tribe begun as soon as infancy ended. Her life was relatively easy, for all that a nomadic tribal life could be. She did not excel very well when it came to cooking or skinning creatures. She did not have much patience to learn to stitch clothes back together, and was often scolded for playing too roughly with the other children. Yet one day, she was brought to her mother's tent and given a choice of weaponry. This would be the weapon she would wield for the rest of her life in the tribe, trained in it until it became as much part of her as a limb. Only then would she be allowed to hunt. J'adaeza chose a spear, which was too large for her scrawny form, but stubbornly kept to it.<br />
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:: To those of younger ages, one of the more experienced Tias became their teacher. He taught them how to use the weapons they chose, in a strict yet not unkind manner. J'adaeza at this time was awful with the spear. She commonly dropped it, or was much too loud when carrying it around. She was scolded almost constantly, given extra exercises to learn her weapon better, and not allowed to return to the fires until she finished them. It was punishing, but also rewarding. So early in age, she didn't become bitter by the experience, but instead elevated to enjoy the push of her body. To wield the spear was not a natural thing to the tiny pink-haired girl, but she progressed and became decent at it. Once proficient enough, the Tia then began to train her in hunting tactics and strategies. How to step quietly and place traps, the knowledge of sensing danger and so forth.<br />
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:: At ten, as is traditional in her tribe, J'adaeza was taken on her first hunting trip. She was not permitted to strike at any creatures or wander on her own. She stuck closely to the side of one of the mature hunters, and while much of what she learned was applied, she found she had much more to learn. The thrill of the hunt sunk quickly and deeply in her heart, however, and it soon took her over. She became obsessed with hunting, and decided after but a few meager years of training to dedicate her life to it.<br />
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:: This went against her tribe's custom, however. When J'adaeza's more relaxed chores and duties began to wane in favor to her hunting, she was taken aside and spoken to. At first, they only expressed concerned. Then, when she ignored their words and abandoned her other disciplines in arrogant need for the sport, they began to punish her in true. As an adolescent who, as pre-teens tend to be, was absolutely certain she knew what was best for her, J'azaeda rebelled against the obedience they demanded from her. This was not an uncommon thing at her age, even in the tribe, but it was still disruptive to a community so small. She was frustratingly single-minded and stuck to it. So one evening, after a particularly bad spat with her aunt, she decided to leave the tribe.<br />
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:: Leaving itself wasn't terribly traumatic to J'adaeza. The tribe, at the time, was on a particularly wealthy streak in the Shroud. She took a sufficient amount of foodstuffs and her spear, and set off at the opposite direction. It was liberating, for a while, until she found that one of her half-sisters trailing slowly after her. Having heard of J'adaeza's leaving, J'adisa had soon departed for her own reasoning. Guilt and familial obligation forced her to look over this other girl, who had no skill in hunting or fighting.<br />
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:: While J'adaeza and J'adisa traveled back to La Noscea, they found that life without a tribe was more difficult than previously imagined. While J'adaeza was a fair enough hunter, she was poor at every other practical application. Her rebellion became her own punishment, as her sister and her struggled to feed themselves or find proper campsites. There were many close calls to unsavory sorts and rabid beastmen, and J'adaeza gathered many colorful stories about swiping equipment from unsuspecting travelers.<br />
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:: During such a colorful tale, she managed to cross paths with the wrong sort of folk. The story involved behind to why, and how the events unfolded, tends to change with each evolution of the story in present day; suggesting a reluctance to admit why or perhaps even a true confusion as to its truth. But what she does always tell, and seem to recall accurately, is the mutilation of her back. Tossed into the sea of Vylbrand, she nearly drowned. Miracle of miracles, she survived. Washed upon the beach with her back quickly growing an infection. Time for her at this point grew wildly inconsistent. A fever over-took her and she wandered in search of shelter or help. Her body was dying, already weak from her time in the water and what she was certain had been her death. Now, she was experiencing the agony of dying all over again.<br />
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:: Here is where [[Vilsewaen Steinhoh]] rescued the dying miqo'te. She had no idea, for a long time, that she was even in the care of anyone. He tended to her in one of his camps in the lowlands of Vylbrand until she recovered enough to become lucid and aware of her situation. They spoke, and while she was still too weak to move did tell him of her sister and where their campsite had been before her near-fatal accident. J'adisa came immediately and helped Vilsewaen tend to J'adaeza. He spoke strangely, but treated them kindly, and offered more than enough hospitality that they felt comfortable staying at his side.<br />
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====<div style="padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Rebirth</div>====<br />
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:: Though the two half-sisters did not intend to stay with Vilsewaen long, his proficiency of living alone was more than they had. When he offered to teach them, they ended up agreeing. Thus it was that the two came under his tutelage, and the tutelage became something more. His patience and lack of social skills were precisely the right combination of dry and kind that the two bonded with. So when Vilsewaen, the wandering hermit that he is, said he was climbing higher to the La Noscean mountains he took J'adaeza and J'adisa with him.<br />
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:: There is where J'adaeza's birth into Staelufre became apparent. Though she may had been on the physical brink of death before, with Vilsewaen's help she finally accepted that she will never again be part of a tribe. And as the hermit accepted these two lost girls into his care, he gave to them his traditions and philosophies as well. So J'adaeza and J'adisa came to be known, respectively, as Staelufre Lysmerl and Siehrova Brynstymm. The women were encouraged to be free and study whatever pursuit came to their heart, while their new father ensured their welfare and ability to look after themselves. So they developed into two opposites. Where Staelufre was wild, Siehrova was patient: Where Staelufre learned and strengthened her body, Siehrova was curious and expanded her mind. The two were dawn and dusk, and they both loved Vilsewaen as if he were the sky itself.<br />
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:: The three were very happy for a long time. As was his nature, Vilsewaen would often leave the two to wander. Even attached to others, he was still a hermit at heart. But Staelufre and Siehrova did not seem to mind. Their growth became exponential as they explored the mountains of La Noscea, alone and away from any civilization. The two bonded until their differences expanded and then compounded, both taking pieces of each other until neither were sure which one began and the other ended. These are the happiest memories to Staelufre, with her ever-present sister and her wayward father. Each so dear to her that she would have rather died than be left without them in the world.<br />
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:: Eventually Staelufre and Siehrova left La Noscea. Vilsewaen went with them as far as the Shroud, and from there they wandered to Coerthas. The cold weather did not suit Siehrova, but the stars fascinated her sister. Staelufre had always been fascinated by stars and their clarity in these northern grounds stole her heart away. They wandered wherever they wished, though often returned to their "home" in the mountains.<br />
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====<div style="padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">The Calamity</div>====<br />
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:: About four years before the Calamity fell, Vilsewaen took in another rogue soul. While Staelufre isn't sure where the old man found [[Renee Becquerel]] - who was then Renaud - he certainly came to become a large figurehead for the elezen. The then-named Wakkeyha Syngronn became Vilsewaen's apprentice. This excited the first time Staelufre ever felt jealousy in another person. She had always thought of her father as belonging to their family, and here was an interloper to steal Vilsewaen's time and ideals away from their already precious moments. It frustrated her, and she harbored equal envy that Renee had the Echo while she did not. So when the Garlean forces threatened their doorstep and Renee announced her leave, Staelufre was overjoyed... until Vilsewaen announced he was leaving as well.<br />
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:: She remained in the mountains of La Noscea until after Dalamud hit. Then she waited longer for Vilsewaen to return. Eventually, she became too anxious and left - parting with Siehrova for the first time in years. She traveled, seeing the cruelty and savagery that was brought on with total desolation. While uninterested in helping cities to rebuild and regrow, she did know that her skills as a hunter would do many well. So Staelufre took up many odd jobs, expanding her skills and honing her ability as a hunter to be met by the need and demand of others.<br />
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:: This continued until the ships were rebuilt and the island reconnected to the rest of Eorzea. Then Staelufre left, wanderlust unable to be sated. She continued to work as a hunter for hire for a small time, building a thin and unimportant network of people who knew her by face if not by name. She abandoned it, however, when Revenant's Toll was being formed. Instead she returned to Siehrova and two journeyed there, to a place where Siehrova's genius and thirsty for knowledge could be met on a frontier that would also excite her more than any dusty library. For a time, Staelufre remained in Mor Dhona withe her sister. She did little other than wander and explore, doting upon her other half until such time that she became too thirsty for the hunt again.<br />
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====<div style="padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Present</div>====<br />
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:: So she left. She regathered her structure of hunting for meager favors or bits of gil, for things that she could not make or find herself in the wild. This was when she came to find, from Vilsewaen, that the long-left apprentice Renee Becquerel had started a Free Company. While the name the Coral Sea was appeasing to her, what truly interested her was the name of their home. It was named in her honor, supposedly, and while her desire to be free and away from any form of civilization was strong... the compulsion to see such a strange thing was stronger. So Staelufre wandered for her first time into the Mist, and quickly became lost.<br />
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:: This was where she met [[L'aenoh Tia]]. Through a quick spiral of events, he introduced her to many others of the Coral Sea. Their relationship becoming something strong, she remained near to the Mist - begrudgingly - to also remain near him. Her first impression of the people was unpleasant. They commonly referred to her as "Zhen's replacement" or "stray", and it happened so often and with so much repetition she accepted it as the views of all those who lived within walls. Dejected and hurt by their actions and calloused attitudes, Staelufre withdrew even further from any want to be apart of the Coral Sea or its people.<br />
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:: It took much convincing and debate before L'aenoh was able to get Staelufre to join the Coral Sea's roster. She still argues that she's not properly a member. In her eyes, she has never been fully socially accepted. Yet she is officially documented in their applications, so is technically a member. Being with the Coral Sea has expanded those she met, as well, to most everyone that she currently knows. While she disappears for long times to hunt or do whatever else she wishes, she does commonly return to the Free Company house either for its luxuries or its company.<br />
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:: Even more recent, she's been traveling to the Goblet on a frequenct basis. There is a select few of people who have caught her interest, and that she's certain hold answers they may not be sure that they have. As ever, she has a habit of finding ill fortune and then diving into it even deeper.<br />
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* She has a habit of naming people, and will eagerly explain the names she's given and their meaning to great detail.<br />
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* Her favorite food is cake. Specifically rolanberry and chocolate flavored.<br />
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* Odds are, if someone's in good standing with her, she will do almost anything that they request of her.<br />
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* If you give her sweets, expect her to always look to you for more. (Don't feed stray cats, kids!)<br />
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* Some of her other names include:<br />
:: J'adaeza Tyraka<br />
:: Skaenliht Lysmerl<br />
:: Klynskaet Lysmerl<br />
:: Steigifenix Lysmerl<br />
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''Some of these rumors are untrue or are greatly exaggerated. Please feel free to add your own rumors under PC!''<br />
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<div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #90AB76;">◢ Common and easily overheard, use freely</div></b><br />
: <font style="color:#90AB76;" size="3">■</font> "She's odd. Doesn't speak well, and ran off soon as she got her booze. At least she paid," <i>Merchant at Aleport</i><br />
: <font style="color:#90AB76;" size="3">■</font> "Ah, aye, I know 'er. Got charged with poaching once. I remember, 'cause next day we found a couple of Redbellies hangin' from the trees not far off the road. Took forever to get 'em down," <i>Woodwailer in Central Shroud</i><br />
: <font style="color:#90AB76;" size="3">■</font> "Yeah, she comes through here often. Sometimes she doesn't have gil and ends up having to barter pieces of jewelry. Her boyfriend or husband or someone always comes around a day or two later to buy the jewelry back," <i>Ferryman at Vesper Bay</i><br />
: <font style="color:#90AB76;" size="3">■</font> "Sometimes she stops here, but never to take a chocobo. Avoids the damn things like the plague," <i>Any Choco-keep in the Sanctuaries</i><br />
: <font style="color:#90AB76;" size="3">■</font> "I keep telling her: No fishing in the ponds! You know what, when you find her, tell her that for me!" <i>Frustrated Adder in Lavender Beds</i><br />
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<b><div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #F37E1D;">◢ Moderately difficult to overhear, use sparingly or ask first</div></b><br />
: <font style="color:#F37E1D;" size="3">■</font> "She's a poor thing. Sometimes she likes to soak in the waters here before she goes to trade over by the Wanderer's Palace. Her back is just a travesty for something so cute," <i>Worker at Camp Bronze Lake</i><br />
: <font style="color:#F37E1D;" size="3">■</font> "You know, it's funny, I saw 'er 'round 'ere a lot. Just hangin' out, talkin' to th' farmers. Then up an' disappears. Ain't seen 'er since," <i>Farmer at Summerford Farms</i><br />
: <font style="color:#F37E1D;" size="3">■</font> "Ah, yeah, I've seen her. Well, heard is more like... Those two cats are damned loud..." <i>Grimacing Yellowjacket Who Works Near the Eyes</i><br />
: <font style="color:#F37E1D;" size="3">■</font> "That pink one? She comes in about once a moon to buy some cake. Real skittish, but always tips well!" <i>Chef in the Bismark</i><br />
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<b><div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #D83018;">◢ Very difficult or rarely overheard, ask before using</div></b><br />
: <font style="color:#D83018;" size="3">■</font> "I don't know why, but sometimes she leaves offerings at Thal's Shrine. Won't speak to anyone, either. Just walks in and spends a few bells in silence only to leave," <i>Brass Blade on Highbridge</i><br />
: <font style="color:#D83018;" size="3">■</font> "Is the damnest thing. She looks just like one of my tribe sisters... But I could have sworn her dead," <i>Hard-working Tia in Wineport</i><br />
: <font style="color:#D83018;" size="3">■</font> "I know the name. Commissioned some unique weapons. All pretty confidential, I'm afraid," <i>Blacksmith in Limsa Lominsa</i><br />
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<b><div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #aac5b4;">◢ Rumors from the character's of other players</div></b><br />
: <font style="color:#aac5b4;" size="3">■</font> "Arcane magic around her? Forget about it. She's like... Way too angry about something involving it," <i>[[Harper Brightwind]]</i><br />
: <font style="color:#aac5b4;" size="3">■</font> "I'm fairly certain she has little to no respect for the dead. Or for the living. Or any value for life itself given how quick she treats folk. And I'm pretty sure she doesn't know anything about privacy or secrets. Ever. Journals included," <i>[[Chaska Dakwhil]]</i><br />
: <font style="color:#aac5b4;" size="3">■</font> "The pink one? She's absolutely terrified of me for some reason or another. Poor dear. I believe someone asked me if I might be there to take her away or something of the like. I am not quite sure why since we have never really met," <i>[[J'nangho Jhimei]]</i><br />
: <font style="color:#aac5b4;" size="3">■</font>"She is blessed with a lot of drive and ambition, all fueled with good cause. Lady Staelufre will take in everything around her, dare say some knowledge without reflecting on it becomes only chaos, though. Shall always try to be there and bring clarity to all her goals; may I never fail to protect her from the poisons." <i>[[Jancis Milburga]]</i><br />
: <font style="color:#aac5b4;" size="3">■</font>"Oh! Stae! They call her 'the Huntress'. Well, at least I call her that. Anyroads, she knows things. Things about predators and prey that I've only... felt but couldn't put to words. To say she's like magic on the hunt is doing a disservice to her instinctual talent. She's more miqo'te than my Matron." <i>[[R'sass Thras]]</i><br />
: <font style="color:#aac5b4;" size="3">■</font>"She know more about roegadyns than me. Her father is miqo'te with roegadyn inside. She lived with stars. She is most magic person I know but she not use it...I think. She make me feel life is different from how know. Give her fruit and share stories! Will like and have very many funs!" <i>[[Flickering Ember]]</i><br />
: <font style="color:#aac5b4;" size="3">■</font>"Don't turn your back on her; she'll leap upon it in an instant." <i>[[Brynhilde Wulf]]</i><br />
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: <center><font style="color:#000000;" size="3">♥</font> Physical Attraction <font style="color:#F02311;" size="3">♥</font> Romantic Desire <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font> Platonic Love <font style="color:#F0F078;" size="3">♥</font> Worship </center> <br />
: <center><font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> Good Standing <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> Neutral <font style="color:#C24640;" size="3">●</font> Poor Standing</center><br />
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: <font style="color:#F02311;" size="3">♥</font> <font style="color:#000000;" size="3">♥</font> [[L'aenoh Tia]]: "Ganzjaega Riklifaeld" : A man she met in the Mist. Their beginnings were rather rough, though both held an attraction for the other since the moment they met. After some struggle with a rather cruel Keeper named Hnaba, they came together and bonded in a way neither expected. Ever since, the two have been inseparable. Staelufre has come to love him in true. She has no plans to deviate from his side, and goes to great lengths to ensure his safety. They were married on Feburary 28th.<br />
: <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font> [[Vilsewaen Steinhoh]]: Her father, her mentor, her brother. He is the person Staelufre respects the most in her life, and strives to be like. It is a constant disappointment to her that she cannot follow in his footsteps, or become precisely alike him. Almost everything she does is to give him pride and prove herself worthy in his eyes.<br />
: <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font> [[Siehrova Brynstymm]]: Her sister. Staelufre is wildly protective of her intelligent and kind kin. Their shared history has forged their bond into something that is unbreakable. She values Siehrova for her intelligence and quick wit, and admires her for being able to do so many things that she cannot even conceive possible. While her sister works on various projects in Mor Dhona, almost always consisting of magitek, Staelufre makes sure to provide her sister with every comfort and need she could ask for.<br />
: <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font> [[Renee Becquerel]]: "Wakkeyha Syngronn" : Her sister, her rival. She is the apprentice of her father and her natural affinity to truth and ownership of the Echo has made Wakkeyha the favorite of Vilsewaen. In this, Staelufre is constantly jealous of her and irritated of her natural prowess with mysticism. She sees in Renee all the things she wishes she can be, and yet her sister is blissfully ignorant of such facts. Renee's fawning and doting over Staelufre as her own sister only makes her feel guilty of this, and oddly endeared to the woman.<br />
: <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font> [[Tiergan Vashir]]: "Wynztier Eifaufre" : A brother, strong and bound by both love and loyalty. Originally a strange man, she became endeared to him after a long talk about the Lotus. Some of his earnest personality began to shine, and with it Staelufre saw someone of noble heart. She has since followed him throughout much of Eorzea on bizarre adventures to save friends or return them home. He has since named her "Steigifenix", and they've become bound in a sibling-like love for one another.<br />
: <font style="color:#F0F078;" size="3">♥</font> [[Telos]]: "Guolstyrm Grymhoh" : Someone who holds the answers to many of her questions. He's treated her fairly, and kindly, and for this she holds to him a sense of loyalty. There's something that makes others frightened of him, but whatever wariness this caused has been abandoned. He has earned to her a place in her heart as an idol: Someone she is willing to follow without question and with idealistic devotion and has come to accept him as a man who will be God.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Ja'ren A'lenthin]]: "Arengybet Haerzhylt" : Their relationship begun on a rocky note. Miscommunication and estranged feelings made the two incapable of seeing eye-to-eye at first. Yet, when entrusting Ja'ren with a mysterious Void artefact, the two began a strange journey that solidified their friendship. Unexpected circumstances brought them even closer, and Ja'ren teaches her much of her magick and control over it. She ever admired Ja'ren, though also finds him foolish at times.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[J'azhar Tia]]: "Blynulm Wakknberk" : Introduced to her through Sylas, the young member of Jackal tribe was originally supposed to be a source of information. He quickly charmed her not only with a sense of his kindness for their mutual friends, but also his innocent manner of speech. It seems their friend circles have merged, for which Staelufre is only thankful, as she's ultimately fond of J'azhar's fretting and warm personality. She is envious of him, for it seems everyone is loving and affectionate of J'azhar, and yet she also is so utterly endeared by a man she views as whole and perfect that she wishes him to think well of her in return.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Zaius Rhal'seer]]: "Doenruht Formnwust" : Staelufre's teacher. After Zaius insulted her mate by beating him in battle and tying him to a bed, she sought Zaius out to seek revenge. With original intentions of killing him, she was instead impressed by his technique and strength. After agreeing to teach her, and a couple lessons, she's come to trust the Keeper entirely. He shows to her an amount of care and yet willingness to let her learn. Because of that, she gives him an amount of blind faith many would advise against.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Flickering Ember]]: "Flakknglut" : This roegadyn is someone Staelufre very much wants to impress and become friends with. They seem to have a parallel in their histories that makes her feel akin to the blind girl, but at the same time Ember can come across so innocent that Staelufre is afraid of breaking her. To Staelufre, it creates a strange dance of coming close to her emotionally, and also holding her out at arm's length.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Erlanis Shadir]]: "Merlsyng Aersteidin" : Originally named Syngiahtyn, this pair of wanderers found a strange likeness in one another that they did not see in others. Their stories vary wildly, but their personalities come together in a strange sort of unison that had them bond rather quickly. After the pair of them had a misadventure involving some caves, they grew even closer and swore to one another to keep the other alive. More specifically, to keep each other "from drowning".<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Teld're Eska'aldren]]: "Myrganais Gesprheti" : The seer, as she called him, is a strange and recent friend. He is mercurial and ever-shifting. In just one sun, she saw many sides to the man and is fascinated by each of them. The curiosity likewise expands to his various mysteries and entanglements he's entered himself in. She has spent an increasing amount of time in his company and the company of his friends, and each moment has only made her loyalty to him grow. She is determined to be a stalwart friend at his side.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Faolan Woodlock]]: "Nezelcwin Rymmthoh" : A man she hardly knows. He smells of campfire smoke and forests. This initial impression leads Staelufre to wanting to know more. After recent events that led her to witness Faolan's way of healing, and the knowledge he witnessed Dhemgeim's death, she's only more intent on prying beneath that mask of his.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Mikh'a Elakha]]: "Saelbwaent Sylbtoum" : The gentle shadow was someone who first left his mark after healing her during her original spar with Aiouxdaux. The experience was a painful one, but after meeting a second and third time, he won her over with his quiet presence and gentle gestures. She is desperate to learn magick from him, and to please him, and to be a great many things. She admires Mikh'a in the way she admires Telos: She wishes to both emulate him and make him proud of her at the same time.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Jancis Milburga]]: "Solkeim Brynroega" : Her friend. Jancis and she first met through L'aenoh, and the healer has proved nothing but kind and stalwart. Even in the heat of battle or its gross after-effects, the woman never seems to waver. Even in the grossest of situations, Jancis is a shining beacon for her to orient herself. Staelufre remains loyal to her, and has never had cause to question this. She plans to ever be.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Ranirus Crithalos]]: "Slafhirsch Krepfiwaen" : The white coeurl. He is instinctual and predatory, and very difficult to read. Staelufre is never sure if she has offended him or if she pleases him. He says he is fond of her, so she often treats him with the patience of a mother to their child. She understands and sympathizes with his difficulty speaking, and doesn't truly find much wrong in him. He is frustrating to her at times, definitely, but considering on the note they first met: She definitely thinks they've come a long ways to being friends.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Marlon'to Menai]]: "Waebivann Streknhugl" : A friend. She doesn't know him very well, but she knows the people he has been associating with. They all seem very fond of him, and to her he seems a sort who is not only a little bumbling but also very smart. A strange mixture of intelligence and innocence, and it makes her only all the more curious. He has offered to let her help him in his workshop, and she and he have done some business together, but she's very intent on seeing what else there is to him.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Aiouxdaux Beaumont]]: "Weichnsthal Merlnebel" : The dervish doctore was someone she first bonded with after a sparring bout that had left both of them nearly dead. She understands him rather well, despite knowing so little of him. She thinks him someone of great amusement and deadly skill, and so looks up to him quite a bit. He seems to have many heartaches, and the two have shared no small amounts of promises between each other. She recognizes him as both peer and leader, as someone who she shall fall behind in combat and leap towards in conversation. He's a beacon, to her, though she worries what will happen when the sorrow he hides swallows him up.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Addifore Tweedle]]: "Zwynask Skoenahct" : Her kin. They have not known each other long, but already he calls her a sister and she finds great solace in his company. He's extremely affectionate and caring, and so she mirrors this to him. Her care for him is genuine and true, but she also knows very well that he can take care of himself. Though they met dueling, and spar still during infrequent times, her greatest joys are the simpler ones when she gets to see him happiest.<br />
: <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> [[Leanne Delphium]]: "Weinspaer" : The appointed "best friend". After having scolded Staelufre on ill social behavior, L'aenoh assigned the two of them to be friends from then on out. It's been somewhat uncertain ground, but the hat-clad woman is such a different presence that Staelufre help but agree she's fine friend material. Much is unknown about Leanne, though she manages to keep amusing Staelufre.<br />
: <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> [[R'sass Thras]]: Her student. A young miqo'te whose tribe has disbanded, she was intent on learning to hunt. The reverence Sass has for her is baffling and, as she believes it, misguided. But it is still a pleasant and entertaining thing to teach another her methods of hunting.<br />
: <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> [[R'ostam Tia]]: Relative to R'sass, Staelufre finds him hot-headed and brash. His silent behavior, she knows, is entirely a front for a confused and conflicted young man. She hopes to teach him a little of fighting, though also knows that she is by far the least capable of giving him what he needs to know to make a better life outside the tribe.<br />
: <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> [[Memeli Meli]]: "Toffvann" : A powerful lalafell and magnificent braggart. She holds little respect for this person, but does recognize in her the potential to do much. They haven't shared much but in passing, though Memeli's ability to find trouble and also find her way out is always worthy of admiration.<br />
: <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> [[Finecia Hawke]]: "Blahntrachyn" : A peculiar hyur. Staelufre does not trust Finecia in the way she would never fully trust a dragon. Though she wears her past plainly, there is always an uncertainty to what happening in Finecia's mind. She is, at least, a reliable healer.<br />
: <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> [[R'lexia Thras]]: "Lihtleita" : A quiet miqo'te who has not revealed much about herself. While she is Finecia's mate, Staelufre is not yet sure of Lexia's mettle. She seems determined, but there is a weakness and hesitance in her actions that makes Staelufre wonder.<br />
: <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> [[Franz Renatus]]: "Iyrnfystsyn" : After having dealt with an unpleasant elezen, the two came to a mutual understanding. She does not truly wonder after the man, but does at times wonder at his strength. He has, at the very least, the presence enough for her to take his word as truth.<br />
: <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> [[Oscare Iono]]: "Blanabrenn" : Another she knows to be a Garlean. She does not particularly care for this dark-skinned hyur, but he has never done anything to upset her either. At best, she knows him as Jancis' friend.<br />
: <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> [[Tausenadel Geispyrsyn]]: "Wybhaerz" : An officer of the Coral Sea. Upon their first meeting, he seemed kind enough, though at their second and every meeting after, he insists on calling her "Stray". Staelufre has expressed her displeasure with this sentiment. Since then he's seemed kind enough to her, and so while she has little fondness for him, she also has little to lose.<br />
: <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> [[Sigurd Rainecourt]]: "Bremlohr" : A pitiful little hyur. His weakness makes her dislike and distaste for him very obvious. She thinks that it is a shame, for he has many strong allies, but will never reach to such heights himself. After a duel for honor, she won and admitted he abolished his disrespects to her. Since then, however, he has still yet to prove himself.<br />
: <font style="color:#C24640;" size="3">●</font> [[Chaska Dakwhil]]: "Tenkoeya" : Ja'ren's mate and a person Staelufre always wonders about. While mute, her wisdom and cunning is unprecedented. Or because it is because of her inability to talk that Chaska has a way of thinking unparalleled. Either way, Staelufre once held respect for Chaska. After several events and being openly mocked by her enough times, she has come to disavow the other female.<br />
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File:ByTeldre.png|Portrait, by Teld're Eska'aldren<br />
File:StaeByTierganVashir.jpg|The Owl, by Tiergan Vashir<br />
File:CollabByAddiRan.png|Afternoon Cake, by Ranirus Crithalos and Addifore Tweedle<br />
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===<div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #EB9F9F;font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Footnotes</div>===<br />
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: Tumblr: http://stillshore.tumblr.com<br />
: Faceclaim: [http://stillshore.tumblr.com/post/109046339712/emilybador-emily-bador-for-lizzy-clothing-by Emily Bador]<br />
: Voiceclaim: [https://youtu.be/V1CjxQXXA7o NieR - Song of the Ancients Devola]<br />
: Theme Music: [http://youtu.be/TpUP0jjicqY You Are the Moon - The Hush Sound]<br />
: Theme Music: [http://youtu.be/VKrYOUhOeaI Hope in the Air - Laura Marling]<br />
: Theme Music: [http://youtu.be/6k8es2BNloE Little Black Submarines - The Black Keys]<br />
: Theme Music: [http://youtu.be/TybeFBV7awc Upside Down - Paloma Faith]<br />
: Love Song: [http://youtu.be/oP-H36bsK2M A Thousand Years - Christina Perri (Cover by Angela July)]<br />
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: Template by [[Bancroft Gairn]]</div>Dhemgeimhttps://wiki.ffxiv-roleplayers.com/index.php?title=Staelufre_Lysmerl&diff=90886Staelufre Lysmerl2015-05-11T21:38:53Z<p>Dhemgeim: /* Miscellaneous */</p>
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{{Infobox-character<br />
| name = Staelufre Lysmerl<br />
| image = Staewikiprofile.png<br />
| imagewidth = 250<br />
| caption = "May prey find your path."<br />
| gender = Female<br />
| citizenship = N/A<br />
| race = Miqo'te<br />
| clan = Seeker of the Sun<br />
| stat_1 = Age<br />
| stat_1_value = Mid-twenties<br />
| stat_2 = Sexuality<br />
| stat_2_value = Heterosexual<br />
| stat_3 = Occupation<br />
| stat_3_value = Hunter<br />
| stat_4 = Height/Weight<br />
| stat_4_value = 5 fulms, 0 ilms / 110 ponze<br />
| stat_5 = Diety <br />
| stat_5_value = Halone, the Fury<br />
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'''Staelufre Lysmerl''' (pronounced /stail-OU-frey LEES-mar-ill/) was born on 10th Sun of the 5th Umbral Era (October 10th). Her name means "Still Shore of the Bright Sea". She is a miqo'te who was born to one of the vagrant Jackal tribes in La Noscea, wandering through much of Eorzea with them during her childhood. She has kept the affinity to remaining in the wilderness over any form of civilization to this day, and has a very odd way of speaking.<br />
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===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #EB9F9F;font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Basic Info</div>===<br />
Not everyone can understand or relate to Staelufre. This is, at times, exceedingly frustrating to her. She speaks with a parlance that was invented and perfected by a hermit, and thus the mannerisms she uses are very foreign and often leading to misunderstanding. She has, however, been getting lessons on how to speak easier and has begun to become acquainted with a more common cant. Only adding to her oddities, she will avoid cities at a very unreasonable rate. At times, she also forgoes the comfort of houses and chooses to disappear into the wilderness for suns at a time. She prefers alcohol and fighting to any sort of minimal comfort, and excels in agility over brute strength or magick. Because Staelufre is terrible at remembering names, she often gives people her own "nicknames" derived from the roegadyn language.<br />
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:<small>''"He is prey; weak, frightened and unable to fight his way free. He becomes terrified and runs into the briars, then complains when they get caught in his fur. Such rabbits do not deserve pity, or mercy."''<br />
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:''"Oft, you are taken by the deep and churning tides. As they pull you below, to tumble you about, you must not fight. The sea is as nourishing as she is treacherous."''<br />
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:''"I find no small comfort in the shores of my kin. The apprentice and his bannermen honor me with mine namesake, but it is ever the freedom of the sea that I give myself to."''</small><br />
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: <font style="color:#F7A29E;" size="3">■</font> Outdoors<br />
: <font style="color:#F7A29E;" size="3">■</font> Sweets<br />
: <font style="color:#F7A29E;" size="3">■</font> Knives<br />
: <font style="color:#F7A29E;" size="3">■</font> Pink<br />
: <font style="color:#F7A29E;" size="3">■</font> Fighting<br />
: <font style="color:#F7A29E;" size="3">■</font> Dresses<br />
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: <font style="color:#F3C6B9;" size="3">■</font> Crowds (and similarly loud noises)<br />
: <font style="color:#F3C6B9;" size="3">■</font> Cowardice<br />
: <font style="color:#F3C6B9;" size="3">■</font> Cities / tribes<br />
: <font style="color:#F3C6B9;" size="3">■</font> Authority<br />
: <font style="color:#F3C6B9;" size="3">■</font> Extravagance<br />
: <font style="color:#F3C6B9;" size="3">■</font> Loneliness<br />
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: <font style="color:#FAEDDF;" size="3">■</font> Perceptive to truer intentions<br />
: <font style="color:#FAEDDF;" size="3">■</font> Hunting<br />
: <font style="color:#FAEDDF;" size="3">■</font> Endurance or agility exercises<br />
: <font style="color:#FAEDDF;" size="3">■</font> Whittling<br />
: <font style="color:#FAEDDF;" size="3">■</font> Going, or remaining, largely unseen<br />
: <font style="color:#FAEDDF;" size="3">■</font> Singing<br />
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===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #EB9F9F;font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Appearance & Personality</div>===<br />
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: Staelufre cuts a slight figure, but nothing about her short stature is wasted. She is muscled and athletic in build, though short. Her skin is tanned and golden in complexion from both heritage and a great many days in the sun. With naturally pink hair and tail, though neither accept to being tried to tame. Her hair is fluffy and wild, and so often cut short or bound down by clips. Usually, after hunting, it's also caked in mud. Even more stunning than a girl with pink hair are her gold eyes. They glare at most of the world from behind long lashes, sharp and stripping. Even with the round face and fat, up-turned nose, the gentleness of her face is ruined by such intruding eyes.<br />
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: In almost all situations Staelufre's garbed lightly, wearing little more armor than leather. If there's any metal to her outfit, it is to reinforce weak points such as her shins or forearms. Never does Staelufre show her back, as across it is an uneven and encompassing scar that stretches from shoulders to lower back. More scars mar her arms and hands, though she also commonly wears gloves. Staelufre never goes anywhere without at least a knife, either hidden or plain, and cannot stand to equally part comfortable realms without her most precious ring.<br />
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: Staelufre most often stands slouched or with arms crossed, especially when in the presence of others. In crowds she is withdrawn, quiet and in corners. Anything more than five or six others and Staelufre simply tends to leave. She does not, under many circumstances, go into cities or crowded areas. She fears large numbers of people after being so withdrawn from civilization. It is to a point where she resents and hates any form of building or city, even at times preaching against the luxury of society. While she believes her words, she does also enjoy the luxuries that homes can provide. Beds and showers are much better than roots and cold lakes.<br />
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: In one word, a sum of her personality would be paradox. She is innocent and violent, both a hunter and likewise utterly feminine. She is harsh in her truths, and warm in her lies. Staelufre is both wise when it comes to others, and utterly ignorant in how to interact with them. Introspective, yet starved for friendship. Should anyone offer her kindness, she will eagerly drink it up and follow at their heels thereafter. Being alone for so long has both driven her to want freedom and to equally want camaraderie. <br />
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: One thing that is less fluid and contrary is her perspective on other people. People are either weak or strong, prey or hunters. Those who are prey she pities and sees no value in. Those who are hunters, she respects. Respect does not always mean Staelufre likes or trust them, however. After spending so long in the wild, she knows very well how to discern who is stronger and how to avoid confrontation. Unfortunately, she also strives to better herself at nearly every turn, so often has a deliberate cause and wish to throw herself into unfair situations just to come out stronger. This often makes her come across as rash, when the acts are in fact deliberate and she's always keenly aware of the very real danger of dying.<br />
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: If in situations when speaking to an individual person she trusts, Staelufre's personality truly shines through. Her words are eloquent and well-chosen, her loyalty is unbearably strong, and her optimism unyielding. She gives advice as best she can and admits ignorance when she cannot. Pride does, at times, keep her from asking for help when she needs it. When speaking to an individual that Staelufre dislikes, she becomes guarded and calloused. Her words are gated, capable of meaning anything, and her lies are so smooth it's impossible to tell them from the half-true metaphors. Her ability to command her emotions in front of those who she deems weaker is impressive, as is her capability of detaching value to their life. Those who are weak, in her opinion, are better off dead. Should Staelufre be speaking, however, individually with a person she doesn't yet know well, she'll always regard them in the way she would regard a new hunting territory. Assessing their weaknesses and prying for strengths, seeking the balance of their personality to determine whether or not they are worth her time.<br />
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===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #EB9F9F;font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Combat</div>===<br />
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: Staelufre does not fight other people very well. She is more akin to the hunt, to employing stealth and surprise, than to fighting others one-on-one. The thrill of battle still runs hot through her, however, and she always enjoys a good fight. Even if it means getting beaten black and blue, she'll take on an opponent if nothing more than for the experience of it. Because of her inexperience in direct combat, she relies mostly on her larger skills. This would be agility and speed. Not getting hit is the biggest name of her game, and while she can take a couple blows they wear her down quickly. Training for combat is not much in hefting weapons and striking dummies. She trains for flexibility and endurance. Running, stretching, climbing; unorthodox things that keep her body in shape but often don't translate into direct physical combat.<br />
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: Primarily, to defeat an opponent, Staelufre uses daggers. She looks for openings in armor first, and exploits any vulnerable spots. Due to being spry and nimble, reaching odd places isn't very difficult. What is difficult is getting close enough to cut without getting hit. So after a few slashes, Staelufre tends to back off and exhaust her opponent by letting them bleed out. To opponents she aims to kill rather than simply defeat, she usually aims for the neck or their gut. Blood is not something the miqo'te is shy of. If she aims to kill as well, it is even less likely that Staelufre will approach an opponent directly.<br />
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===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #EB9F9F;font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Biography</div>===<br />
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=====<div style="padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Tribal Years</div>=====<br />
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:: Born daughter of J'tyraka Nuhn in the jungles of La Noscea as J'adaeza, she had a relatively blissful childhood. Their tribe was exceedingly small, no more than forty people at once, and strictly nomadic. Primarily they traveled through La Noscea, but in her lifetime did build small crafts to carry them across the waters to find new hunting grounds in the Black Shroud. Because of the fact they were so small, it was required for every member of the tribe to be trained and responsible for many aspects of the community. From small things such as building fires, or to larger things such as teaching the children. It was expected, in her tribe, for men and women to both be able to hunt as well as mend wounds.<br />
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:: As with all the other children, being trained to be a productive member of the tribe begun as soon as infancy ended. Her life was relatively easy, for all that a nomadic tribal life could be. She did not excel very well when it came to cooking or skinning creatures. She did not have much patience to learn to stitch clothes back together, and was often scolded for playing too roughly with the other children. Yet one day, she was brought to her mother's tent and given a choice of weaponry. This would be the weapon she would wield for the rest of her life in the tribe, trained in it until it became as much part of her as a limb. Only then would she be allowed to hunt. J'adaeza chose a spear, which was too large for her scrawny form, but stubbornly kept to it.<br />
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:: To those of younger ages, one of the more experienced Tias became their teacher. He taught them how to use the weapons they chose, in a strict yet not unkind manner. J'adaeza at this time was awful with the spear. She commonly dropped it, or was much too loud when carrying it around. She was scolded almost constantly, given extra exercises to learn her weapon better, and not allowed to return to the fires until she finished them. It was punishing, but also rewarding. So early in age, she didn't become bitter by the experience, but instead elevated to enjoy the push of her body. To wield the spear was not a natural thing to the tiny pink-haired girl, but she progressed and became decent at it. Once proficient enough, the Tia then began to train her in hunting tactics and strategies. How to step quietly and place traps, the knowledge of sensing danger and so forth.<br />
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:: At ten, as is traditional in her tribe, J'adaeza was taken on her first hunting trip. She was not permitted to strike at any creatures or wander on her own. She stuck closely to the side of one of the mature hunters, and while much of what she learned was applied, she found she had much more to learn. The thrill of the hunt sunk quickly and deeply in her heart, however, and it soon took her over. She became obsessed with hunting, and decided after but a few meager years of training to dedicate her life to it.<br />
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:: This went against her tribe's custom, however. When J'adaeza's more relaxed chores and duties began to wane in favor to her hunting, she was taken aside and spoken to. At first, they only expressed concerned. Then, when she ignored their words and abandoned her other disciplines in arrogant need for the sport, they began to punish her in true. As an adolescent who, as pre-teens tend to be, was absolutely certain she knew what was best for her, J'azaeda rebelled against the obedience they demanded from her. This was not an uncommon thing at her age, even in the tribe, but it was still disruptive to a community so small. She was frustratingly single-minded and stuck to it. So one evening, after a particularly bad spat with her aunt, she decided to leave the tribe.<br />
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:: Leaving itself wasn't terribly traumatic to J'adaeza. The tribe, at the time, was on a particularly wealthy streak in the Shroud. She took a sufficient amount of foodstuffs and her spear, and set off at the opposite direction. It was liberating, for a while, until she found that one of her half-sisters trailing slowly after her. Having heard of J'adaeza's leaving, J'adisa had soon departed for her own reasoning. Guilt and familial obligation forced her to look over this other girl, who had no skill in hunting or fighting.<br />
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=====<div style="padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Death</div>=====<br />
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:: While J'adaeza and J'adisa traveled back to La Noscea, they found that life without a tribe was more difficult than previously imagined. While J'adaeza was a fair enough hunter, she was poor at every other practical application. Her rebellion became her own punishment, as her sister and her struggled to feed themselves or find proper campsites. There were many close calls to unsavory sorts and rabid beastmen, and J'adaeza gathered many colorful stories about swiping equipment from unsuspecting travelers.<br />
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:: During such a colorful tale, she managed to cross paths with the wrong sort of folk. The story involved behind to why, and how the events unfolded, tends to change with each evolution of the story in present day; suggesting a reluctance to admit why or perhaps even a true confusion as to its truth. But what she does always tell, and seem to recall accurately, is the mutilation of her back. Tossed into the sea of Vylbrand, she nearly drowned. Miracle of miracles, she survived. Washed upon the beach with her back quickly growing an infection. Time for her at this point grew wildly inconsistent. A fever over-took her and she wandered in search of shelter or help. Her body was dying, already weak from her time in the water and what she was certain had been her death. Now, she was experiencing the agony of dying all over again.<br />
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:: Here is where [[Vilsewaen Steinhoh]] rescued the dying miqo'te. She had no idea, for a long time, that she was even in the care of anyone. He tended to her in one of his camps in the lowlands of Vylbrand until she recovered enough to become lucid and aware of her situation. They spoke, and while she was still too weak to move did tell him of her sister and where their campsite had been before her near-fatal accident. J'adisa came immediately and helped Vilsewaen tend to J'adaeza. He spoke strangely, but treated them kindly, and offered more than enough hospitality that they felt comfortable staying at his side.<br />
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====<div style="padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Rebirth</div>====<br />
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:: Though the two half-sisters did not intend to stay with Vilsewaen long, his proficiency of living alone was more than they had. When he offered to teach them, they ended up agreeing. Thus it was that the two came under his tutelage, and the tutelage became something more. His patience and lack of social skills were precisely the right combination of dry and kind that the two bonded with. So when Vilsewaen, the wandering hermit that he is, said he was climbing higher to the La Noscean mountains he took J'adaeza and J'adisa with him.<br />
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:: There is where J'adaeza's birth into Staelufre became apparent. Though she may had been on the physical brink of death before, with Vilsewaen's help she finally accepted that she will never again be part of a tribe. And as the hermit accepted these two lost girls into his care, he gave to them his traditions and philosophies as well. So J'adaeza and J'adisa came to be known, respectively, as Staelufre Lysmerl and Siehrova Brynstymm. The women were encouraged to be free and study whatever pursuit came to their heart, while their new father ensured their welfare and ability to look after themselves. So they developed into two opposites. Where Staelufre was wild, Siehrova was patient: Where Staelufre learned and strengthened her body, Siehrova was curious and expanded her mind. The two were dawn and dusk, and they both loved Vilsewaen as if he were the sky itself.<br />
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:: The three were very happy for a long time. As was his nature, Vilsewaen would often leave the two to wander. Even attached to others, he was still a hermit at heart. But Staelufre and Siehrova did not seem to mind. Their growth became exponential as they explored the mountains of La Noscea, alone and away from any civilization. The two bonded until their differences expanded and then compounded, both taking pieces of each other until neither were sure which one began and the other ended. These are the happiest memories to Staelufre, with her ever-present sister and her wayward father. Each so dear to her that she would have rather died than be left without them in the world.<br />
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:: Eventually Staelufre and Siehrova left La Noscea. Vilsewaen went with them as far as the Shroud, and from there they wandered to Coerthas. The cold weather did not suit Siehrova, but the stars fascinated her sister. Staelufre had always been fascinated by stars and their clarity in these northern grounds stole her heart away. They wandered wherever they wished, though often returned to their "home" in the mountains.<br />
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====<div style="padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">The Calamity</div>====<br />
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:: About four years before the Calamity fell, Vilsewaen took in another rogue soul. While Staelufre isn't sure where the old man found [[Renee Becquerel]] - who was then Renaud - he certainly came to become a large figurehead for the elezen. The then-named Wakkeyha Syngronn became Vilsewaen's apprentice. This excited the first time Staelufre ever felt jealousy in another person. She had always thought of her father as belonging to their family, and here was an interloper to steal Vilsewaen's time and ideals away from their already precious moments. It frustrated her, and she harbored equal envy that Renee had the Echo while she did not. So when the Garlean forces threatened their doorstep and Renee announced her leave, Staelufre was overjoyed... until Vilsewaen announced he was leaving as well.<br />
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:: She remained in the mountains of La Noscea until after Dalamud hit. Then she waited longer for Vilsewaen to return. Eventually, she became too anxious and left - parting with Siehrova for the first time in years. She traveled, seeing the cruelty and savagery that was brought on with total desolation. While uninterested in helping cities to rebuild and regrow, she did know that her skills as a hunter would do many well. So Staelufre took up many odd jobs, expanding her skills and honing her ability as a hunter to be met by the need and demand of others.<br />
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:: This continued until the ships were rebuilt and the island reconnected to the rest of Eorzea. Then Staelufre left, wanderlust unable to be sated. She continued to work as a hunter for hire for a small time, building a thin and unimportant network of people who knew her by face if not by name. She abandoned it, however, when Revenant's Toll was being formed. Instead she returned to Siehrova and two journeyed there, to a place where Siehrova's genius and thirsty for knowledge could be met on a frontier that would also excite her more than any dusty library. For a time, Staelufre remained in Mor Dhona withe her sister. She did little other than wander and explore, doting upon her other half until such time that she became too thirsty for the hunt again.<br />
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====<div style="padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Present</div>====<br />
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:: So she left. She regathered her structure of hunting for meager favors or bits of gil, for things that she could not make or find herself in the wild. This was when she came to find, from Vilsewaen, that the long-left apprentice Renee Becquerel had started a Free Company. While the name the Coral Sea was appeasing to her, what truly interested her was the name of their home. It was named in her honor, supposedly, and while her desire to be free and away from any form of civilization was strong... the compulsion to see such a strange thing was stronger. So Staelufre wandered for her first time into the Mist, and quickly became lost.<br />
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:: This was where she met [[L'aenoh Tia]]. Through a quick spiral of events, he introduced her to many others of the Coral Sea. Their relationship becoming something strong, she remained near to the Mist - begrudgingly - to also remain near him. Her first impression of the people was unpleasant. They commonly referred to her as "Zhen's replacement" or "stray", and it happened so often and with so much repetition she accepted it as the views of all those who lived within walls. Dejected and hurt by their actions and calloused attitudes, Staelufre withdrew even further from any want to be apart of the Coral Sea or its people.<br />
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:: It took much convincing and debate before L'aenoh was able to get Staelufre to join the Coral Sea's roster. She still argues that she's not properly a member. In her eyes, she has never been fully socially accepted. Yet she is officially documented in their applications, so is technically a member. Being with the Coral Sea has expanded those she met, as well, to most everyone that she currently knows. While she disappears for long times to hunt or do whatever else she wishes, she does commonly return to the Free Company house either for its luxuries or its company.<br />
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:: Even more recent, she's been traveling to the Goblet on a frequenct basis. There is a select few of people who have caught her interest, and that she's certain hold answers they may not be sure that they have. As ever, she has a habit of finding ill fortune and then diving into it even deeper.<br />
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* She has a habit of naming people, and will eagerly explain the names she's given and their meaning to great detail.<br />
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* Her favorite food is cake. Specifically rolanberry and chocolate flavored.<br />
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* Odds are, if someone's in good standing with her, she will do almost anything that they request of her.<br />
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* If you give her sweets, expect her to always look to you for more. (Don't feed stray cats, kids!)<br />
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* Some of her other names include:<br />
:: J'adaeza Tyraka<br />
:: Skaenliht Lysmerl<br />
:: Klynskaet Lysmerl<br />
:: Steigifenix Lysmerl<br />
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''Some of these rumors are untrue or are greatly exaggerated. Please feel free to add your own rumors under PC!''<br />
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<div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #90AB76;">◢ Common and easily overheard, use freely</div></b><br />
: <font style="color:#90AB76;" size="3">■</font> "She's odd. Doesn't speak well, and ran off soon as she got her booze. At least she paid," <i>Merchant at Aleport</i><br />
: <font style="color:#90AB76;" size="3">■</font> "Ah, aye, I know 'er. Got charged with poaching once. I remember, 'cause next day we found a couple of Redbellies hangin' from the trees not far off the road. Took forever to get 'em down," <i>Woodwailer in Central Shroud</i><br />
: <font style="color:#90AB76;" size="3">■</font> "Yeah, she comes through here often. Sometimes she doesn't have gil and ends up having to barter pieces of jewelry. Her boyfriend or husband or someone always comes around a day or two later to buy the jewelry back," <i>Ferryman at Vesper Bay</i><br />
: <font style="color:#90AB76;" size="3">■</font> "Sometimes she stops here, but never to take a chocobo. Avoids the damn things like the plague," <i>Any Choco-keep in the Sanctuaries</i><br />
: <font style="color:#90AB76;" size="3">■</font> "I keep telling her: No fishing in the ponds! You know what, when you find her, tell her that for me!" <i>Frustrated Adder in Lavender Beds</i><br />
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<b><div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #F37E1D;">◢ Moderately difficult to overhear, use sparingly or ask first</div></b><br />
: <font style="color:#F37E1D;" size="3">■</font> "She's a poor thing. Sometimes she likes to soak in the waters here before she goes to trade over by the Wanderer's Palace. Her back is just a travesty for something so cute," <i>Worker at Camp Bronze Lake</i><br />
: <font style="color:#F37E1D;" size="3">■</font> "You know, it's funny, I saw 'er 'round 'ere a lot. Just hangin' out, talkin' to th' farmers. Then up an' disappears. Ain't seen 'er since," <i>Farmer at Summerford Farms</i><br />
: <font style="color:#F37E1D;" size="3">■</font> "Ah, yeah, I've seen her. Well, heard is more like... Those two cats are damned loud..." <i>Grimacing Yellowjacket Who Works Near the Eyes</i><br />
: <font style="color:#F37E1D;" size="3">■</font> "That pink one? She comes in about once a moon to buy some cake. Real skittish, but always tips well!" <i>Chef in the Bismark</i><br />
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<b><div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #D83018;">◢ Very difficult or rarely overheard, ask before using</div></b><br />
: <font style="color:#D83018;" size="3">■</font> "I don't know why, but sometimes she leaves offerings at Thal's Shrine. Won't speak to anyone, either. Just walks in and spends a few bells in silence only to leave," <i>Brass Blade on Highbridge</i><br />
: <font style="color:#D83018;" size="3">■</font> "Is the damnest thing. She looks just like one of my tribe sisters... But I could have sworn her dead," <i>Hard-working Tia in Wineport</i><br />
: <font style="color:#D83018;" size="3">■</font> "I know the name. Commissioned some unique weapons. All pretty confidential, I'm afraid," <i>Blacksmith in Limsa Lominsa</i><br />
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<b><div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #aac5b4;">◢ Rumors from the character's of other players</div></b><br />
: <font style="color:#aac5b4;" size="3">■</font> "Arcane magic around her? Forget about it. She's like... Way too angry about something involving it," <i>[[Harper Brightwind]]</i><br />
: <font style="color:#aac5b4;" size="3">■</font> "I'm fairly certain she has little to no respect for the dead. Or for the living. Or any value for life itself given how quick she treats folk. And I'm pretty sure she doesn't know anything about privacy or secrets. Ever. Journals included," <i>[[Chaska Dakwhil]]</i><br />
: <font style="color:#aac5b4;" size="3">■</font> "The pink one? She's absolutely terrified of me for some reason or another. Poor dear. I believe someone asked me if I might be there to take her away or something of the like. I am not quite sure why since we have never really met," <i>[[J'nangho Jhimei]]</i><br />
: <font style="color:#aac5b4;" size="3">■</font>"She is blessed with a lot of drive and ambition, all fueled with good cause. Lady Staelufre will take in everything around her, dare say some knowledge without reflecting on it becomes only chaos, though. Shall always try to be there and bring clarity to all her goals; may I never fail to protect her from the poisons." <i>[[Jancis Milburga]]</i><br />
: <font style="color:#aac5b4;" size="3">■</font>"Oh! Stae! They call her 'the Huntress'. Well, at least I call her that. Anyroads, she knows things. Things about predators and prey that I've only... felt but couldn't put to words. To say she's like magic on the hunt is doing a disservice to her instinctual talent. She's more miqo'te than my Matron." <i>[[R'sass Thras]]</i><br />
: <font style="color:#aac5b4;" size="3">■</font>"She know more about roegadyns than me. Her father is miqo'te with roegadyn inside. She lived with stars. She is most magic person I know but she not use it...I think. She make me feel life is different from how know. Give her fruit and share stories! Will like and have very many funs!" <i>[[Flickering Ember]]</i><br />
: <font style="color:#aac5b4;" size="3">■</font>"Don't turn your back on her; she'll leap upon it in an instant." <i>[[Brynhilde Wulf]]</i><br />
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: <center><font style="color:#000000;" size="3">♥</font> Physical Attraction <font style="color:#F02311;" size="3">♥</font> Romantic Desire <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font> Platonic Love <font style="color:#F0F078;" size="3">♥</font> Worship </center> <br />
: <center><font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> Good Standing <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> Neutral <font style="color:#C24640;" size="3">●</font> Poor Standing</center><br />
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: <font style="color:#F02311;" size="3">♥</font> <font style="color:#000000;" size="3">♥</font> [[L'aenoh Tia]]: "Ganzjaega Riklifaeld" : A man she met in the Mist. Their beginnings were rather rough, though both held an attraction for the other since the moment they met. After some struggle with a rather cruel Keeper named Hnaba, they came together and bonded in a way neither expected. Ever since, the two have been inseparable. Staelufre has come to love him in true. She has no plans to deviate from his side, and goes to great lengths to ensure his safety. They were married on Feburary 28th.<br />
: <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font> [[Vilsewaen Steinhoh]]: Her father, her mentor, her brother. He is the person Staelufre respects the most in her life, and strives to be like. It is a constant disappointment to her that she cannot follow in his footsteps, or become precisely alike him. Almost everything she does is to give him pride and prove herself worthy in his eyes.<br />
: <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font> [[Siehrova Brynstymm]]: Her sister. Staelufre is wildly protective of her intelligent and kind kin. Their shared history has forged their bond into something that is unbreakable. She values Siehrova for her intelligence and quick wit, and admires her for being able to do so many things that she cannot even conceive possible. While her sister works on various projects in Mor Dhona, almost always consisting of magitek, Staelufre makes sure to provide her sister with every comfort and need she could ask for.<br />
: <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font> [[Renee Becquerel]]: "Wakkeyha Syngronn" : Her sister, her rival. She is the apprentice of her father and her natural affinity to truth and ownership of the Echo has made Wakkeyha the favorite of Vilsewaen. In this, Staelufre is constantly jealous of her and irritated of her natural prowess with mysticism. She sees in Renee all the things she wishes she can be, and yet her sister is blissfully ignorant of such facts. Renee's fawning and doting over Staelufre as her own sister only makes her feel guilty of this, and oddly endeared to the woman.<br />
: <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font> [[Tiergan Vashir]]: "Wynztier Eifaufre" : A brother, strong and bound by both love and loyalty. Originally a strange man, she became endeared to him after a long talk about the Lotus. Some of his earnest personality began to shine, and with it Staelufre saw someone of noble heart. She has since followed him throughout much of Eorzea on bizarre adventures to save friends or return them home. He has since named her "Steigifenix", and they've become bound in a sibling-like love for one another.<br />
: <font style="color:#F0F078;" size="3">♥</font> [[Telos]]: "Guolstyrm Grymhoh" : Someone who holds the answers to many of her questions. He's treated her fairly, and kindly, and for this she holds to him a sense of loyalty. There's something that makes others frightened of him, but whatever wariness this caused has been abandoned. He has earned to her a place in her heart as an idol: Someone she is willing to follow without question and with idealistic devotion and has come to accept him as a man who will be God.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Ja'ren A'lenthin]]: "Arengybet Haerzhylt" : Their relationship begun on a rocky note. Miscommunication and estranged feelings made the two incapable of seeing eye-to-eye at first. Yet, when entrusting Ja'ren with a mysterious Void artefact, the two began a strange journey that solidified their friendship. Unexpected circumstances brought them even closer, and Ja'ren teaches her much of her magick and control over it. She ever admired Ja'ren, though also finds him foolish at times.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[J'azhar Tia]]: "Blynulm Wakknberk" : Introduced to her through Sylas, the young member of Jackal tribe was originally supposed to be a source of information. He quickly charmed her not only with a sense of his kindness for their mutual friends, but also his innocent manner of speech. It seems their friend circles have merged, for which Staelufre is only thankful, as she's ultimately fond of J'azhar's fretting and warm personality. She is envious of him, for it seems everyone is loving and affectionate of J'azhar, and yet she also is so utterly endeared by a man she views as whole and perfect that she wishes him to think well of her in return.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Zaius Rhal'seer]]: "Doenruht Formnwust" : Staelufre's teacher. After Zaius insulted her mate by beating him in battle and tying him to a bed, she sought Zaius out to seek revenge. With original intentions of killing him, she was instead impressed by his technique and strength. After agreeing to teach her, and a couple lessons, she's come to trust the Keeper entirely. He shows to her an amount of care and yet willingness to let her learn. Because of that, she gives him an amount of blind faith many would advise against.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Flickering Ember]]: "Flakknglut" : This roegadyn is someone Staelufre very much wants to impress and become friends with. They seem to have a parallel in their histories that makes her feel akin to the blind girl, but at the same time Ember can come across so innocent that Staelufre is afraid of breaking her. To Staelufre, it creates a strange dance of coming close to her emotionally, and also holding her out at arm's length.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Erlanis Shadir]]: "Merlsyng Aersteidin" : Originally named Syngiahtyn, this pair of wanderers found a strange likeness in one another that they did not see in others. Their stories vary wildly, but their personalities come together in a strange sort of unison that had them bond rather quickly. After the pair of them had a misadventure involving some caves, they grew even closer and swore to one another to keep the other alive. More specifically, to keep each other "from drowning".<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Teld're Eska'aldren]]: "Myrganais Gesprheti" : The seer, as she called him, is a strange and recent friend. He is mercurial and ever-shifting. In just one sun, she saw many sides to the man and is fascinated by each of them. The curiosity likewise expands to his various mysteries and entanglements he's entered himself in. She has spent an increasing amount of time in his company and the company of his friends, and each moment has only made her loyalty to him grow. She is determined to be a stalwart friend at his side.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Faolan Woodlock]]: "Nezelcwin Rymmthoh" : A man she hardly knows. He smells of campfire smoke and forests. This initial impression leads Staelufre to wanting to know more. After recent events that led her to witness Faolan's way of healing, and the knowledge he witnessed Dhemgeim's death, she's only more intent on prying beneath that mask of his.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Mikh'a Elakha]]: "Saelbwaent Sylbtoum" : The gentle shadow was someone who first left his mark after healing her during her original spar with Aiouxdaux. The experience was a painful one, but after meeting a second and third time, he won her over with his quiet presence and gentle gestures. She is desperate to learn magick from him, and to please him, and to be a great many things. She admires Mikh'a in the way she admires Telos: She wishes to both emulate him and make him proud of her at the same time.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Jancis Milburga]]: "Solkeim Brynroega" : Her friend. Jancis and she first met through L'aenoh, and the healer has proved nothing but kind and stalwart. Even in the heat of battle or its gross after-effects, the woman never seems to waver. Even in the grossest of situations, Jancis is a shining beacon for her to orient herself. Staelufre remains loyal to her, and has never had cause to question this. She plans to ever be.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Ranirus Crithalos]]: "Slafhirsch Krepfiwaen" : The white coeurl. He is instinctual and predatory, and very difficult to read. Staelufre is never sure if she has offended him or if she pleases him. He says he is fond of her, so she often treats him with the patience of a mother to their child. She understands and sympathizes with his difficulty speaking, and doesn't truly find much wrong in him. He is frustrating to her at times, definitely, but considering on the note they first met: She definitely thinks they've come a long ways to being friends.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Marlon'to Menai]]: "Waebivann Streknhugl" : A friend. She doesn't know him very well, but she knows the people he has been associating with. They all seem very fond of him, and to her he seems a sort who is not only a little bumbling but also very smart. A strange mixture of intelligence and innocence, and it makes her only all the more curious. He has offered to let her help him in his workshop, and she and he have done some business together, but she's very intent on seeing what else there is to him.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Aiouxdaux Beaumont]]: "Weichnsthal Merlnebel" : The dervish doctore was someone she first bonded with after a sparring bout that had left both of them nearly dead. She understands him rather well, despite knowing so little of him. She thinks him someone of great amusement and deadly skill, and so looks up to him quite a bit. He seems to have many heartaches, and the two have shared no small amounts of promises between each other. She recognizes him as both peer and leader, as someone who she shall fall behind in combat and leap towards in conversation. He's a beacon, to her, though she worries what will happen when the sorrow he hides swallows him up.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Addifore Tweedle]]: "Zwynask Skoenahct" : Her kin. They have not known each other long, but already he calls her a sister and she finds great solace in his company. He's extremely affectionate and caring, and so she mirrors this to him. Her care for him is genuine and true, but she also knows very well that he can take care of himself. Though they met dueling, and spar still during infrequent times, her greatest joys are the simpler ones when she gets to see him happiest.<br />
: <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> [[Leanne Delphium]]: "Weinspaer" : The appointed "best friend". After having scolded Staelufre on ill social behavior, L'aenoh assigned the two of them to be friends from then on out. It's been somewhat uncertain ground, but the hat-clad woman is such a different presence that Staelufre help but agree she's fine friend material. Much is unknown about Leanne, though she manages to keep amusing Staelufre.<br />
: <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> [[R'sass Thras]]: Her student. A young miqo'te whose tribe has disbanded, she was intent on learning to hunt. The reverence Sass has for her is baffling and, as she believes it, misguided. But it is still a pleasant and entertaining thing to teach another her methods of hunting.<br />
: <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> [[R'ostam Tia]]: Relative to R'sass, Staelufre finds him hot-headed and brash. His silent behavior, she knows, is entirely a front for a confused and conflicted young man. She hopes to teach him a little of fighting, though also knows that she is by far the least capable of giving him what he needs to know to make a better life outside the tribe.<br />
: <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> [[Memeli Meli]]: "Toffvann" : A powerful lalafell and magnificent braggart. She holds little respect for this person, but does recognize in her the potential to do much. They haven't shared much but in passing, though Memeli's ability to find trouble and also find her way out is always worthy of admiration.<br />
: <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> [[Finecia Hawke]]: "Blahntrachyn" : A peculiar hyur. Staelufre does not trust Finecia in the way she would never fully trust a dragon. Though she wears her past plainly, there is always an uncertainty to what happening in Finecia's mind. She is, at least, a reliable healer.<br />
: <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> [[R'lexia Thras]]: "Lihtleita" : A quiet miqo'te who has not revealed much about herself. While she is Finecia's mate, Staelufre is not yet sure of Lexia's mettle. She seems determined, but there is a weakness and hesitance in her actions that makes Staelufre wonder.<br />
: <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> [[Franz Renatus]]: "Iyrnfystsyn" : After having dealt with an unpleasant elezen, the two came to a mutual understanding. She does not truly wonder after the man, but does at times wonder at his strength. He has, at the very least, the presence enough for her to take his word as truth.<br />
: <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> [[Oscare Iono]]: "Blanabrenn" : Another she knows to be a Garlean. She does not particularly care for this dark-skinned hyur, but he has never done anything to upset her either. At best, she knows him as Jancis' friend.<br />
: <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> [[Tausenadel Geispyrsyn]]: "Wybhaerz" : An officer of the Coral Sea. Upon their first meeting, he seemed kind enough, though at their second and every meeting after, he insists on calling her "Stray". Staelufre has expressed her displeasure with this sentiment. Since then he's seemed kind enough to her, and so while she has little fondness for him, she also has little to lsoe.<br />
: <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> [[Sigurd Rainecourt]]: "Bremlohr" : A pitiful little hyur. His weakness makes her dislike and distaste for him very obvious. She thinks that it is a shame, for he has many strong allies, but will never reach to such heights himself. After a duel for honor, she won and admitted he abolished his disrespects to her. Since then, however, he has still yet to prove himself.<br />
: <font style="color:#C24640;" size="3">●</font> [[Chaska Dakwhil]]: "Tenkoeya" : Ja'ren's mate and a person Staelufre always wonders about. While mute, her wisdom and cunning is unprecedented. Or because it is because of her inability to talk that Chaska has a way of thinking unparalleled. Either way, Staelufre once held respect for Chaska. After several events and being openly mocked by her enough times, she has come to disavow the other female.<br />
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File:ByTeldre.png|Portrait, by Teld're Eska'aldren<br />
File:StaeByTierganVashir.jpg|The Owl, by Tiergan Vashir<br />
File:CollabByAddiRan.png|Afternoon Cake, by Ranirus Crithalos and Addifore Tweedle<br />
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===<div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #EB9F9F;font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Footnotes</div>===<br />
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: Tumblr: http://stillshore.tumblr.com<br />
: Faceclaim: [http://stillshore.tumblr.com/post/109046339712/emilybador-emily-bador-for-lizzy-clothing-by Emily Bador]<br />
: Voiceclaim: [https://youtu.be/V1CjxQXXA7o NieR - Song of the Ancients Devola]<br />
: Theme Music: [http://youtu.be/TpUP0jjicqY You Are the Moon - The Hush Sound]<br />
: Theme Music: [http://youtu.be/VKrYOUhOeaI Hope in the Air - Laura Marling]<br />
: Theme Music: [http://youtu.be/6k8es2BNloE Little Black Submarines - The Black Keys]<br />
: Theme Music: [http://youtu.be/TybeFBV7awc Upside Down - Paloma Faith]<br />
: Love Song: [http://youtu.be/oP-H36bsK2M A Thousand Years - Christina Perri (Cover by Angela July)]<br />
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: Template by [[Bancroft Gairn]]</div>Dhemgeimhttps://wiki.ffxiv-roleplayers.com/index.php?title=Staelufre_Lysmerl&diff=90885Staelufre Lysmerl2015-05-11T21:37:13Z<p>Dhemgeim: /* Miscellaneous */</p>
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{{Infobox-character<br />
| name = Staelufre Lysmerl<br />
| image = Staewikiprofile.png<br />
| imagewidth = 250<br />
| caption = "May prey find your path."<br />
| gender = Female<br />
| citizenship = N/A<br />
| race = Miqo'te<br />
| clan = Seeker of the Sun<br />
| stat_1 = Age<br />
| stat_1_value = Mid-twenties<br />
| stat_2 = Sexuality<br />
| stat_2_value = Heterosexual<br />
| stat_3 = Occupation<br />
| stat_3_value = Hunter<br />
| stat_4 = Height/Weight<br />
| stat_4_value = 5 fulms, 0 ilms / 110 ponze<br />
| stat_5 = Diety <br />
| stat_5_value = Halone, the Fury<br />
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'''Staelufre Lysmerl''' (pronounced /stail-OU-frey LEES-mar-ill/) was born on 10th Sun of the 5th Umbral Era (October 10th). Her name means "Still Shore of the Bright Sea". She is a miqo'te who was born to one of the vagrant Jackal tribes in La Noscea, wandering through much of Eorzea with them during her childhood. She has kept the affinity to remaining in the wilderness over any form of civilization to this day, and has a very odd way of speaking.<br />
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Not everyone can understand or relate to Staelufre. This is, at times, exceedingly frustrating to her. She speaks with a parlance that was invented and perfected by a hermit, and thus the mannerisms she uses are very foreign and often leading to misunderstanding. She has, however, been getting lessons on how to speak easier and has begun to become acquainted with a more common cant. Only adding to her oddities, she will avoid cities at a very unreasonable rate. At times, she also forgoes the comfort of houses and chooses to disappear into the wilderness for suns at a time. She prefers alcohol and fighting to any sort of minimal comfort, and excels in agility over brute strength or magick. Because Staelufre is terrible at remembering names, she often gives people her own "nicknames" derived from the roegadyn language.<br />
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:<small>''"He is prey; weak, frightened and unable to fight his way free. He becomes terrified and runs into the briars, then complains when they get caught in his fur. Such rabbits do not deserve pity, or mercy."''<br />
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:''"Oft, you are taken by the deep and churning tides. As they pull you below, to tumble you about, you must not fight. The sea is as nourishing as she is treacherous."''<br />
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:''"I find no small comfort in the shores of my kin. The apprentice and his bannermen honor me with mine namesake, but it is ever the freedom of the sea that I give myself to."''</small><br />
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: <font style="color:#F7A29E;" size="3">■</font> Outdoors<br />
: <font style="color:#F7A29E;" size="3">■</font> Sweets<br />
: <font style="color:#F7A29E;" size="3">■</font> Knives<br />
: <font style="color:#F7A29E;" size="3">■</font> Pink<br />
: <font style="color:#F7A29E;" size="3">■</font> Fighting<br />
: <font style="color:#F7A29E;" size="3">■</font> Dresses<br />
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: <font style="color:#F3C6B9;" size="3">■</font> Crowds (and similarly loud noises)<br />
: <font style="color:#F3C6B9;" size="3">■</font> Cowardice<br />
: <font style="color:#F3C6B9;" size="3">■</font> Cities / tribes<br />
: <font style="color:#F3C6B9;" size="3">■</font> Authority<br />
: <font style="color:#F3C6B9;" size="3">■</font> Extravagance<br />
: <font style="color:#F3C6B9;" size="3">■</font> Loneliness<br />
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: <font style="color:#FAEDDF;" size="3">■</font> Perceptive to truer intentions<br />
: <font style="color:#FAEDDF;" size="3">■</font> Hunting<br />
: <font style="color:#FAEDDF;" size="3">■</font> Endurance or agility exercises<br />
: <font style="color:#FAEDDF;" size="3">■</font> Whittling<br />
: <font style="color:#FAEDDF;" size="3">■</font> Going, or remaining, largely unseen<br />
: <font style="color:#FAEDDF;" size="3">■</font> Singing<br />
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===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #EB9F9F;font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Appearance & Personality</div>===<br />
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: Staelufre cuts a slight figure, but nothing about her short stature is wasted. She is muscled and athletic in build, though short. Her skin is tanned and golden in complexion from both heritage and a great many days in the sun. With naturally pink hair and tail, though neither accept to being tried to tame. Her hair is fluffy and wild, and so often cut short or bound down by clips. Usually, after hunting, it's also caked in mud. Even more stunning than a girl with pink hair are her gold eyes. They glare at most of the world from behind long lashes, sharp and stripping. Even with the round face and fat, up-turned nose, the gentleness of her face is ruined by such intruding eyes.<br />
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: In almost all situations Staelufre's garbed lightly, wearing little more armor than leather. If there's any metal to her outfit, it is to reinforce weak points such as her shins or forearms. Never does Staelufre show her back, as across it is an uneven and encompassing scar that stretches from shoulders to lower back. More scars mar her arms and hands, though she also commonly wears gloves. Staelufre never goes anywhere without at least a knife, either hidden or plain, and cannot stand to equally part comfortable realms without her most precious ring.<br />
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: Staelufre most often stands slouched or with arms crossed, especially when in the presence of others. In crowds she is withdrawn, quiet and in corners. Anything more than five or six others and Staelufre simply tends to leave. She does not, under many circumstances, go into cities or crowded areas. She fears large numbers of people after being so withdrawn from civilization. It is to a point where she resents and hates any form of building or city, even at times preaching against the luxury of society. While she believes her words, she does also enjoy the luxuries that homes can provide. Beds and showers are much better than roots and cold lakes.<br />
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: In one word, a sum of her personality would be paradox. She is innocent and violent, both a hunter and likewise utterly feminine. She is harsh in her truths, and warm in her lies. Staelufre is both wise when it comes to others, and utterly ignorant in how to interact with them. Introspective, yet starved for friendship. Should anyone offer her kindness, she will eagerly drink it up and follow at their heels thereafter. Being alone for so long has both driven her to want freedom and to equally want camaraderie. <br />
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: One thing that is less fluid and contrary is her perspective on other people. People are either weak or strong, prey or hunters. Those who are prey she pities and sees no value in. Those who are hunters, she respects. Respect does not always mean Staelufre likes or trust them, however. After spending so long in the wild, she knows very well how to discern who is stronger and how to avoid confrontation. Unfortunately, she also strives to better herself at nearly every turn, so often has a deliberate cause and wish to throw herself into unfair situations just to come out stronger. This often makes her come across as rash, when the acts are in fact deliberate and she's always keenly aware of the very real danger of dying.<br />
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: If in situations when speaking to an individual person she trusts, Staelufre's personality truly shines through. Her words are eloquent and well-chosen, her loyalty is unbearably strong, and her optimism unyielding. She gives advice as best she can and admits ignorance when she cannot. Pride does, at times, keep her from asking for help when she needs it. When speaking to an individual that Staelufre dislikes, she becomes guarded and calloused. Her words are gated, capable of meaning anything, and her lies are so smooth it's impossible to tell them from the half-true metaphors. Her ability to command her emotions in front of those who she deems weaker is impressive, as is her capability of detaching value to their life. Those who are weak, in her opinion, are better off dead. Should Staelufre be speaking, however, individually with a person she doesn't yet know well, she'll always regard them in the way she would regard a new hunting territory. Assessing their weaknesses and prying for strengths, seeking the balance of their personality to determine whether or not they are worth her time.<br />
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===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #EB9F9F;font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Combat</div>===<br />
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: Staelufre does not fight other people very well. She is more akin to the hunt, to employing stealth and surprise, than to fighting others one-on-one. The thrill of battle still runs hot through her, however, and she always enjoys a good fight. Even if it means getting beaten black and blue, she'll take on an opponent if nothing more than for the experience of it. Because of her inexperience in direct combat, she relies mostly on her larger skills. This would be agility and speed. Not getting hit is the biggest name of her game, and while she can take a couple blows they wear her down quickly. Training for combat is not much in hefting weapons and striking dummies. She trains for flexibility and endurance. Running, stretching, climbing; unorthodox things that keep her body in shape but often don't translate into direct physical combat.<br />
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: Primarily, to defeat an opponent, Staelufre uses daggers. She looks for openings in armor first, and exploits any vulnerable spots. Due to being spry and nimble, reaching odd places isn't very difficult. What is difficult is getting close enough to cut without getting hit. So after a few slashes, Staelufre tends to back off and exhaust her opponent by letting them bleed out. To opponents she aims to kill rather than simply defeat, she usually aims for the neck or their gut. Blood is not something the miqo'te is shy of. If she aims to kill as well, it is even less likely that Staelufre will approach an opponent directly.<br />
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===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #EB9F9F;font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Biography</div>===<br />
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=====<div style="padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Tribal Years</div>=====<br />
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:: Born daughter of J'tyraka Nuhn in the jungles of La Noscea as J'adaeza, she had a relatively blissful childhood. Their tribe was exceedingly small, no more than forty people at once, and strictly nomadic. Primarily they traveled through La Noscea, but in her lifetime did build small crafts to carry them across the waters to find new hunting grounds in the Black Shroud. Because of the fact they were so small, it was required for every member of the tribe to be trained and responsible for many aspects of the community. From small things such as building fires, or to larger things such as teaching the children. It was expected, in her tribe, for men and women to both be able to hunt as well as mend wounds.<br />
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:: As with all the other children, being trained to be a productive member of the tribe begun as soon as infancy ended. Her life was relatively easy, for all that a nomadic tribal life could be. She did not excel very well when it came to cooking or skinning creatures. She did not have much patience to learn to stitch clothes back together, and was often scolded for playing too roughly with the other children. Yet one day, she was brought to her mother's tent and given a choice of weaponry. This would be the weapon she would wield for the rest of her life in the tribe, trained in it until it became as much part of her as a limb. Only then would she be allowed to hunt. J'adaeza chose a spear, which was too large for her scrawny form, but stubbornly kept to it.<br />
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:: To those of younger ages, one of the more experienced Tias became their teacher. He taught them how to use the weapons they chose, in a strict yet not unkind manner. J'adaeza at this time was awful with the spear. She commonly dropped it, or was much too loud when carrying it around. She was scolded almost constantly, given extra exercises to learn her weapon better, and not allowed to return to the fires until she finished them. It was punishing, but also rewarding. So early in age, she didn't become bitter by the experience, but instead elevated to enjoy the push of her body. To wield the spear was not a natural thing to the tiny pink-haired girl, but she progressed and became decent at it. Once proficient enough, the Tia then began to train her in hunting tactics and strategies. How to step quietly and place traps, the knowledge of sensing danger and so forth.<br />
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:: At ten, as is traditional in her tribe, J'adaeza was taken on her first hunting trip. She was not permitted to strike at any creatures or wander on her own. She stuck closely to the side of one of the mature hunters, and while much of what she learned was applied, she found she had much more to learn. The thrill of the hunt sunk quickly and deeply in her heart, however, and it soon took her over. She became obsessed with hunting, and decided after but a few meager years of training to dedicate her life to it.<br />
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:: This went against her tribe's custom, however. When J'adaeza's more relaxed chores and duties began to wane in favor to her hunting, she was taken aside and spoken to. At first, they only expressed concerned. Then, when she ignored their words and abandoned her other disciplines in arrogant need for the sport, they began to punish her in true. As an adolescent who, as pre-teens tend to be, was absolutely certain she knew what was best for her, J'azaeda rebelled against the obedience they demanded from her. This was not an uncommon thing at her age, even in the tribe, but it was still disruptive to a community so small. She was frustratingly single-minded and stuck to it. So one evening, after a particularly bad spat with her aunt, she decided to leave the tribe.<br />
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:: Leaving itself wasn't terribly traumatic to J'adaeza. The tribe, at the time, was on a particularly wealthy streak in the Shroud. She took a sufficient amount of foodstuffs and her spear, and set off at the opposite direction. It was liberating, for a while, until she found that one of her half-sisters trailing slowly after her. Having heard of J'adaeza's leaving, J'adisa had soon departed for her own reasoning. Guilt and familial obligation forced her to look over this other girl, who had no skill in hunting or fighting.<br />
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=====<div style="padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Death</div>=====<br />
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:: While J'adaeza and J'adisa traveled back to La Noscea, they found that life without a tribe was more difficult than previously imagined. While J'adaeza was a fair enough hunter, she was poor at every other practical application. Her rebellion became her own punishment, as her sister and her struggled to feed themselves or find proper campsites. There were many close calls to unsavory sorts and rabid beastmen, and J'adaeza gathered many colorful stories about swiping equipment from unsuspecting travelers.<br />
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:: During such a colorful tale, she managed to cross paths with the wrong sort of folk. The story involved behind to why, and how the events unfolded, tends to change with each evolution of the story in present day; suggesting a reluctance to admit why or perhaps even a true confusion as to its truth. But what she does always tell, and seem to recall accurately, is the mutilation of her back. Tossed into the sea of Vylbrand, she nearly drowned. Miracle of miracles, she survived. Washed upon the beach with her back quickly growing an infection. Time for her at this point grew wildly inconsistent. A fever over-took her and she wandered in search of shelter or help. Her body was dying, already weak from her time in the water and what she was certain had been her death. Now, she was experiencing the agony of dying all over again.<br />
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:: Here is where [[Vilsewaen Steinhoh]] rescued the dying miqo'te. She had no idea, for a long time, that she was even in the care of anyone. He tended to her in one of his camps in the lowlands of Vylbrand until she recovered enough to become lucid and aware of her situation. They spoke, and while she was still too weak to move did tell him of her sister and where their campsite had been before her near-fatal accident. J'adisa came immediately and helped Vilsewaen tend to J'adaeza. He spoke strangely, but treated them kindly, and offered more than enough hospitality that they felt comfortable staying at his side.<br />
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====<div style="padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Rebirth</div>====<br />
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:: Though the two half-sisters did not intend to stay with Vilsewaen long, his proficiency of living alone was more than they had. When he offered to teach them, they ended up agreeing. Thus it was that the two came under his tutelage, and the tutelage became something more. His patience and lack of social skills were precisely the right combination of dry and kind that the two bonded with. So when Vilsewaen, the wandering hermit that he is, said he was climbing higher to the La Noscean mountains he took J'adaeza and J'adisa with him.<br />
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:: There is where J'adaeza's birth into Staelufre became apparent. Though she may had been on the physical brink of death before, with Vilsewaen's help she finally accepted that she will never again be part of a tribe. And as the hermit accepted these two lost girls into his care, he gave to them his traditions and philosophies as well. So J'adaeza and J'adisa came to be known, respectively, as Staelufre Lysmerl and Siehrova Brynstymm. The women were encouraged to be free and study whatever pursuit came to their heart, while their new father ensured their welfare and ability to look after themselves. So they developed into two opposites. Where Staelufre was wild, Siehrova was patient: Where Staelufre learned and strengthened her body, Siehrova was curious and expanded her mind. The two were dawn and dusk, and they both loved Vilsewaen as if he were the sky itself.<br />
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:: The three were very happy for a long time. As was his nature, Vilsewaen would often leave the two to wander. Even attached to others, he was still a hermit at heart. But Staelufre and Siehrova did not seem to mind. Their growth became exponential as they explored the mountains of La Noscea, alone and away from any civilization. The two bonded until their differences expanded and then compounded, both taking pieces of each other until neither were sure which one began and the other ended. These are the happiest memories to Staelufre, with her ever-present sister and her wayward father. Each so dear to her that she would have rather died than be left without them in the world.<br />
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:: Eventually Staelufre and Siehrova left La Noscea. Vilsewaen went with them as far as the Shroud, and from there they wandered to Coerthas. The cold weather did not suit Siehrova, but the stars fascinated her sister. Staelufre had always been fascinated by stars and their clarity in these northern grounds stole her heart away. They wandered wherever they wished, though often returned to their "home" in the mountains.<br />
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====<div style="padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">The Calamity</div>====<br />
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:: About four years before the Calamity fell, Vilsewaen took in another rogue soul. While Staelufre isn't sure where the old man found [[Renee Becquerel]] - who was then Renaud - he certainly came to become a large figurehead for the elezen. The then-named Wakkeyha Syngronn became Vilsewaen's apprentice. This excited the first time Staelufre ever felt jealousy in another person. She had always thought of her father as belonging to their family, and here was an interloper to steal Vilsewaen's time and ideals away from their already precious moments. It frustrated her, and she harbored equal envy that Renee had the Echo while she did not. So when the Garlean forces threatened their doorstep and Renee announced her leave, Staelufre was overjoyed... until Vilsewaen announced he was leaving as well.<br />
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:: She remained in the mountains of La Noscea until after Dalamud hit. Then she waited longer for Vilsewaen to return. Eventually, she became too anxious and left - parting with Siehrova for the first time in years. She traveled, seeing the cruelty and savagery that was brought on with total desolation. While uninterested in helping cities to rebuild and regrow, she did know that her skills as a hunter would do many well. So Staelufre took up many odd jobs, expanding her skills and honing her ability as a hunter to be met by the need and demand of others.<br />
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:: This continued until the ships were rebuilt and the island reconnected to the rest of Eorzea. Then Staelufre left, wanderlust unable to be sated. She continued to work as a hunter for hire for a small time, building a thin and unimportant network of people who knew her by face if not by name. She abandoned it, however, when Revenant's Toll was being formed. Instead she returned to Siehrova and two journeyed there, to a place where Siehrova's genius and thirsty for knowledge could be met on a frontier that would also excite her more than any dusty library. For a time, Staelufre remained in Mor Dhona withe her sister. She did little other than wander and explore, doting upon her other half until such time that she became too thirsty for the hunt again.<br />
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====<div style="padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Present</div>====<br />
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:: So she left. She regathered her structure of hunting for meager favors or bits of gil, for things that she could not make or find herself in the wild. This was when she came to find, from Vilsewaen, that the long-left apprentice Renee Becquerel had started a Free Company. While the name the Coral Sea was appeasing to her, what truly interested her was the name of their home. It was named in her honor, supposedly, and while her desire to be free and away from any form of civilization was strong... the compulsion to see such a strange thing was stronger. So Staelufre wandered for her first time into the Mist, and quickly became lost.<br />
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:: This was where she met [[L'aenoh Tia]]. Through a quick spiral of events, he introduced her to many others of the Coral Sea. Their relationship becoming something strong, she remained near to the Mist - begrudgingly - to also remain near him. Her first impression of the people was unpleasant. They commonly referred to her as "Zhen's replacement" or "stray", and it happened so often and with so much repetition she accepted it as the views of all those who lived within walls. Dejected and hurt by their actions and calloused attitudes, Staelufre withdrew even further from any want to be apart of the Coral Sea or its people.<br />
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:: It took much convincing and debate before L'aenoh was able to get Staelufre to join the Coral Sea's roster. She still argues that she's not properly a member. In her eyes, she has never been fully socially accepted. Yet she is officially documented in their applications, so is technically a member. Being with the Coral Sea has expanded those she met, as well, to most everyone that she currently knows. While she disappears for long times to hunt or do whatever else she wishes, she does commonly return to the Free Company house either for its luxuries or its company.<br />
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:: Even more recent, she's been traveling to the Goblet on a frequenct basis. There is a select few of people who have caught her interest, and that she's certain hold answers they may not be sure that they have. As ever, she has a habit of finding ill fortune and then diving into it even deeper.<br />
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===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #EB9F9F;font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Miscellaneous</div>===<br />
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* She has a habit of naming people, and will eagerly explain the names she's given and their meaning to great detail.<br />
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* Her favorite food is cake. Specifically rolanberry and chocolate flavored.<br />
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* Odds are, if someone's in good standing with her, she will do almost anything that they request of her.<br />
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* If you give her sweets, expect her to always look to you for more. (Don't feed stray cats, kids!)<br />
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* Some of her other names include:<br />
:: J'adaeza Tyraka<br />
:: Skaenliht Lysmerl<br />
:: Klynskaet Lysmerl<br />
:: Steigifenix Lysmerl<br />
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''Some of these rumors are untrue or are greatly exaggerated. Please feel free to add your own rumors under PC!''<br />
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<div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #90AB76;">◢ Common and easily overheard, use freely</div></b><br />
: <font style="color:#90AB76;" size="3">■</font> "She's odd. Doesn't speak well, and ran off soon as she got her booze. At least she paid," <i>Merchant at Aleport</i><br />
: <font style="color:#90AB76;" size="3">■</font> "Ah, aye, I know 'er. Got charged with poaching once. I remember, 'cause next day we found a couple of Redbellies hangin' from the trees not far off the road. Took forever to get 'em down," <i>Woodwailer in Central Shroud</i><br />
: <font style="color:#90AB76;" size="3">■</font> "Yeah, she comes through here often. Sometimes she doesn't have gil and ends up having to barter pieces of jewelry. Her boyfriend or husband or someone always comes around a day or two later to buy the jewelry back," <i>Ferryman at Vesper Bay</i><br />
: <font style="color:#90AB76;" size="3">■</font> "Sometimes she stops here, but never to take a chocobo. Avoids the damn things like the plague," <i>Any Choco-keep in the Sanctuaries</i><br />
: <font style="color:#90AB76;" size="3">■</font> "I keep telling her: No fishing in the ponds! You know what, when you find her, tell her that for me!" <i>Frustrated Adder in Lavender Beds</i><br />
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<b><div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #F37E1D;">◢ Moderately difficult to overhear, use sparingly or ask first</div></b><br />
: <font style="color:#F37E1D;" size="3">■</font> "She's a poor thing. Sometimes she likes to soak in the waters here before she goes to trade over by the Wanderer's Palace. Her back is just a travesty for something so cute," <i>Worker at Camp Bronze Lake</i><br />
: <font style="color:#F37E1D;" size="3">■</font> "You know, it's funny, I saw 'er 'round 'ere a lot. Just hangin' out, talkin' to th' farmers. Then up an' disappears. Ain't seen 'er since," <i>Farmer at Summerford Farms</i><br />
: <font style="color:#F37E1D;" size="3">■</font> "Ah, yeah, I've seen her. Well, heard is more like... Those two cats are damned loud..." <i>Grimacing Yellowjacket Who Works Near the Eyes</i><br />
: <font style="color:#F37E1D;" size="3">■</font> "That pink one? She comes in about once a moon to buy some cake. Real skittish, but always tips well!" <i>Chef in the Bismark</i><br />
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<b><div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #D83018;">◢ Very difficult or rarely overheard, ask before using</div></b><br />
: <font style="color:#D83018;" size="3">■</font> "I don't know why, but sometimes she leaves offerings at Thal's Shrine. Won't speak to anyone, either. Just walks in and spends a few bells in silence only to leave," <i>Brass Blade on Highbridge</i><br />
: <font style="color:#D83018;" size="3">■</font> "Is the damnest thing. She looks just like one of my tribe sisters... But I could have sworn her dead," <i>Hard-working Tia in Wineport</i><br />
: <font style="color:#D83018;" size="3">■</font> "I know the name. Commissioned some unique weapons. All pretty confidential, I'm afraid," <i>Blacksmith in Limsa Lominsa</i><br />
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<b><div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #aac5b4;">◢ Rumors from the character's of other players</div></b><br />
: <font style="color:#aac5b4;" size="3">■</font> "Arcane magic around her? Forget about it. She's like... Way too angry about something involving it," <i>[[Harper Brightwind]]</i><br />
: <font style="color:#aac5b4;" size="3">■</font> "I'm fairly certain she has little to no respect for the dead. Or for the living. Or any value for life itself given how quick she treats folk. And I'm pretty sure she doesn't know anything about privacy or secrets. Ever. Journals included," <i>[[Chaska Dakwhil]]</i><br />
: <font style="color:#aac5b4;" size="3">■</font> "The pink one? She's absolutely terrified of me for some reason or another. Poor dear. I believe someone asked me if I might be there to take her away or something of the like. I am not quite sure why since we have never really met," <i>[[J'nangho Jhimei]]</i><br />
: <font style="color:#aac5b4;" size="3">■</font>"She is blessed with a lot of drive and ambition, all fueled with good cause. Lady Staelufre will take in everything around her, dare say some knowledge without reflecting on it becomes only chaos, though. Shall always try to be there and bring clarity to all her goals; may I never fail to protect her from the poisons." <i>[[Jancis Milburga]]</i><br />
: <font style="color:#aac5b4;" size="3">■</font>"Oh! Stae! They call her 'the Huntress'. Well, at least I call her that. Anyroads, she knows things. Things about predators and prey that I've only... felt but couldn't put to words. To say she's like magic on the hunt is doing a disservice to her instinctual talent. She's more miqo'te than my Matron." <i>[[R'sass Thras]]</i><br />
: <font style="color:#aac5b4;" size="3">■</font>"She know more about roegadyns than me. Her father is miqo'te with roegadyn inside. She lived with stars. She is most magic person I know but she not use it...I think. She make me feel life is different from how know. Give her fruit and share stories! Will like and have very many funs!" <i>[[Flickering Ember]]</i><br />
: <font style="color:#aac5b4;" size="3">■</font>"Don't turn your back on her; she'll leap upon it in an instant." <i>[[Brynhilde Wulf]]</i><br />
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: <center><font style="color:#000000;" size="3">♥</font> Physical Attraction <font style="color:#F02311;" size="3">♥</font> Romantic Desire <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font> Platonic Love <font style="color:#F0F078;" size="3">♥</font> Worship </center> <br />
: <center><font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> Good Standing <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> Neutral <font style="color:#C24640;" size="3">●</font> Poor Standing</center><br />
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: <font style="color:#F02311;" size="3">♥</font> <font style="color:#000000;" size="3">♥</font> [[L'aenoh Tia]]: "Ganzjaega Riklifaeld" : A man she met in the Mist. Their beginnings were rather rough, though both held an attraction for the other since the moment they met. After some struggle with a rather cruel Keeper named Hnaba, they came together and bonded in a way neither expected. Ever since, the two have been inseparable. Staelufre has come to love him in true. She has no plans to deviate from his side, and goes to great lengths to ensure his safety. They were married on Feburary 28th.<br />
: <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font> [[Vilsewaen Steinhoh]]: Her father, her mentor, her brother. He is the person Staelufre respects the most in her life, and strives to be like. It is a constant disappointment to her that she cannot follow in his footsteps, or become precisely alike him. Almost everything she does is to give him pride and prove herself worthy in his eyes.<br />
: <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font> [[Siehrova Brynstymm]]: Her sister. Staelufre is wildly protective of her intelligent and kind kin. Their shared history has forged their bond into something that is unbreakable. She values Siehrova for her intelligence and quick wit, and admires her for being able to do so many things that she cannot even conceive possible. While her sister works on various projects in Mor Dhona, almost always consisting of magitek, Staelufre makes sure to provide her sister with every comfort and need she could ask for.<br />
: <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font> [[Renee Becquerel]]: "Wakkeyha Syngronn" : Her sister, her rival. She is the apprentice of her father and her natural affinity to truth and ownership of the Echo has made Wakkeyha the favorite of Vilsewaen. In this, Staelufre is constantly jealous of her and irritated of her natural prowess with mysticism. She sees in Renee all the things she wishes she can be, and yet her sister is blissfully ignorant of such facts. Renee's fawning and doting over Staelufre as her own sister only makes her feel guilty of this, and oddly endeared to the woman.<br />
: <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font> [[Tiergan Vashir]]: "Wynztier Eifaufre" : A brother, strong and bound by both love and loyalty. Originally a strange man, she became endeared to him after a long talk about the Lotus. Some of his earnest personality began to shine, and with it Staelufre saw someone of noble heart. She has since followed him throughout much of Eorzea on bizarre adventures to save friends or return them home. He has since named her "Steigifenix", and they've become bound in a sibling-like love for one another.<br />
: <font style="color:#F0F078;" size="3">♥</font> [[Telos]]: "Guolstyrm Grymhoh" : Someone who holds the answers to many of her questions. He's treated her fairly, and kindly, and for this she holds to him a sense of loyalty. There's something that makes others frightened of him, but whatever wariness this caused has been abandoned. He has earned to her a place in her heart as an idol: Someone she is willing to follow without question and with idealistic devotion and has come to accept him as a man who will be God.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Ja'ren A'lenthin]]: "Arengybet Haerzhylt" : Their relationship begun on a rocky note. Miscommunication and estranged feelings made the two incapable of seeing eye-to-eye at first. Yet, when entrusting Ja'ren with a mysterious Void artefact, the two began a strange journey that solidified their friendship. Unexpected circumstances brought them even closer, and Ja'ren teaches her much of her magick and control over it. She ever admired Ja'ren, though also finds him foolish at times.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[J'azhar Tia]]: "Blynulm Wakknberk" : Introduced to her through Sylas, the young member of Jackal tribe was originally supposed to be a source of information. He quickly charmed her not only with a sense of his kindness for their mutual friends, but also his innocent manner of speech. It seems their friend circles have merged, for which Staelufre is only thankful, as she's ultimately fond of J'azhar's fretting and warm personality. She is envious of him, for it seems everyone is loving and affectionate of J'azhar, and yet she also is so utterly endeared by a man she views as whole and perfect that she wishes him to think well of her in return.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Zaius Rhal'seer]]: "Doenruht Formnwust" : Staelufre's teacher. After Zaius insulted her mate by beating him in battle and tying him to a bed, she sought Zaius out to seek revenge. With original intentions of killing him, she was instead impressed by his technique and strength. After agreeing to teach her, and a couple lessons, she's come to trust the Keeper entirely. He shows to her an amount of care and yet willingness to let her learn. Because of that, she gives him an amount of blind faith many would advise against.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Erlanis Shadir]]: "Merlsyng Aersteidin" : Originally named Syngiahtyn, this pair of wanderers found a strange likeness in one another that they did not see in others. Their stories vary wildly, but their personalities come together in a strange sort of unison that had them bond rather quickly. After the pair of them had a misadventure involving some caves, they grew even closer and swore to one another to keep the other alive. More specifically, to keep each other "from drowning".<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Teld're Eska'aldren]]: "Myrganais Gesprheti" : The seer, as she called him, is a strange and recent friend. He is mercurial and ever-shifting. In just one sun, she saw many sides to the man and is fascinated by each of them. The curiosity likewise expands to his various mysteries and entanglements he's entered himself in. She has spent an increasing amount of time in his company and the company of his friends, and each moment has only made her loyalty to him grow. She is determined to be a stalwart friend at his side.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Faolan Woodlock]]: "Nezelcwin Rymmthoh" : A man she hardly knows. He smells of campfire smoke and forests. This initial impression leads Staelufre to wanting to know more. After recent events that led her to witness Faolan's way of healing, and the knowledge he witnessed Dhemgeim's death, she's only more intent on prying beneath that mask of his.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Mikh'a Elakha]]: "Saelbwaent Sylbtoum" : The gentle shadow was someone who first left his mark after healing her during her original spar with Aiouxdaux. The experience was a painful one, but after meeting a second and third time, he won her over with his quiet presence and gentle gestures. She is desperate to learn magick from him, and to please him, and to be a great many things. She admires Mikh'a in the way she admires Telos: She wishes to both emulate him and make him proud of her at the same time.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Jancis Milburga]]: "Solkeim Brynroega" : Her friend. Jancis and she first met through L'aenoh, and the healer has proved nothing but kind and stalwart. Even in the heat of battle or its gross after-effects, the woman never seems to waver. Even in the grossest of situations, Jancis is a shining beacon for her to orient herself. Staelufre remains loyal to her, and has never had cause to question this. She plans to ever be.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Ranirus Crithalos]]: "Slafhirsch Krepfiwaen" : The white coeurl. He is instinctual and predatory, and very difficult to read. Staelufre is never sure if she has offended him or if she pleases him. He says he is fond of her, so she often treats him with the patience of a mother to their child. She understands and sympathizes with his difficulty speaking, and doesn't truly find much wrong in him. He is frustrating to her at times, definitely, but considering on the note they first met: She definitely thinks they've come a long ways to being friends.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Marlon'to Menai]]: "Waebivann Streknhugl" : A friend. She doesn't know him very well, but she knows the people he has been associating with. They all seem very fond of him, and to her he seems a sort who is not only a little bumbling but also very smart. A strange mixture of intelligence and innocence, and it makes her only all the more curious. He has offered to let her help him in his workshop, and she and he have done some business together, but she's very intent on seeing what else there is to him.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Aiouxdaux Beaumont]]: "Weichnsthal Merlnebel" : The dervish doctore was someone she first bonded with after a sparring bout that had left both of them nearly dead. She understands him rather well, despite knowing so little of him. She thinks him someone of great amusement and deadly skill, and so looks up to him quite a bit. He seems to have many heartaches, and the two have shared no small amounts of promises between each other. She recognizes him as both peer and leader, as someone who she shall fall behind in combat and leap towards in conversation. He's a beacon, to her, though she worries what will happen when the sorrow he hides swallows him up.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Addifore Tweedle]]: "Zwynask Skoenahct" : Her kin. They have not known each other long, but already he calls her a sister and she finds great solace in his company. He's extremely affectionate and caring, and so she mirrors this to him. Her care for him is genuine and true, but she also knows very well that he can take care of himself. Though they met dueling, and spar still during infrequent times, her greatest joys are the simpler ones when she gets to see him happiest.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Flickering Ember]]: "Flakknglut" : This roegadyn is someone Staelufre very much wants to impress and become friends with. They seem to have a parallel in their histories that makes her feel akin to the blind girl, but at the same time Ember can come across so innocent that Staelufre is afraid of breaking her. To Staelufre, it creates a strange dance of coming close to her emotionally, and also holding her out at arm's length.<br />
: <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> [[Leanne Delphium]]: "Weinspaer" : The appointed "best friend". After having scolded Staelufre on ill social behavior, L'aenoh assigned the two of them to be friends from then on out. It's been somewhat uncertain ground, but the hat-clad woman is such a different presence that Staelufre help but agree she's fine friend material. Much is unknown about Leanne, though she manages to keep amusing Staelufre.<br />
: <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> [[R'sass Thras]]: Her student. A young miqo'te whose tribe has disbanded, she was intent on learning to hunt. The reverence Sass has for her is baffling and, as she believes it, misguided. But it is still a pleasant and entertaining thing to teach another her methods of hunting.<br />
: <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> [[R'ostam Tia]]: Relative to R'sass, Staelufre finds him hot-headed and brash. His silent behavior, she knows, is entirely a front for a confused and conflicted young man. She hopes to teach him a little of fighting, though also knows that she is by far the least capable of giving him what he needs to know to make a better life outside the tribe.<br />
: <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> [[Memeli Meli]]: "Toffvann" : A powerful lalafell and magnificent braggart. She holds little respect for this person, but does recognize in her the potential to do much. They haven't shared much but in passing, though Memeli's ability to find trouble and also find her way out is always worthy of admiration.<br />
: <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> [[Finecia Hawke]]: "Blahntrachyn" : A peculiar hyur. Staelufre does not trust Finecia in the way she would never fully trust a dragon. Though she wears her past plainly, there is always an uncertainty to what happening in Finecia's mind. She is, at least, a reliable healer.<br />
: <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> [[R'lexia Thras]]: "Lihtleita" : A quiet miqo'te who has not revealed much about herself. While she is Finecia's mate, Staelufre is not yet sure of Lexia's mettle. She seems determined, but there is a weakness and hesitance in her actions that makes Staelufre wonder.<br />
: <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> [[Franz Renatus]]: "Iyrnfystsyn" : After having dealt with an unpleasant elezen, the two came to a mutual understanding. She does not truly wonder after the man, but does at times wonder at his strength. He has, at the very least, the presence enough for her to take his word as truth.<br />
: <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> [[Oscare Iono]]: "Blanabrenn" : Another she knows to be a Garlean. She does not particularly care for this dark-skinned hyur, but he has never done anything to upset her either. At best, she knows him as Jancis' friend.<br />
: <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> [[Tausenadel Geispyrsyn]]: "Wybhaerz" : An officer of the Coral Sea. Upon their first meeting, he seemed kind enough, though at their second and every meeting after, he insists on calling her "Stray". Staelufre has expressed her displeasure with this sentiment. Since then he's seemed kind enough to her, and so while she has little fondness for him, she also has little to lsoe.<br />
: <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> [[Sigurd Rainecourt]]: "Bremlohr" : A pitiful little hyur. His weakness makes her dislike and distaste for him very obvious. She thinks that it is a shame, for he has many strong allies, but will never reach to such heights himself. After a duel for honor, she won and admitted he abolished his disrespects to her. Since then, however, he has still yet to prove himself.<br />
: <font style="color:#C24640;" size="3">●</font> [[Chaska Dakwhil]]: "Tenkoeya" : Ja'ren's mate and a person Staelufre always wonders about. While mute, her wisdom and cunning is unprecedented. Or because it is because of her inability to talk that Chaska has a way of thinking unparalleled. Either way, Staelufre once held respect for Chaska. After several events and being openly mocked by her enough times, she has come to disavow the other female.<br />
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File:ByTeldre.png|Portrait, by Teld're Eska'aldren<br />
File:StaeByTierganVashir.jpg|The Owl, by Tiergan Vashir<br />
File:CollabByAddiRan.png|Afternoon Cake, by Ranirus Crithalos and Addifore Tweedle<br />
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===<div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #EB9F9F;font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Footnotes</div>===<br />
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: Tumblr: http://stillshore.tumblr.com<br />
: Faceclaim: [http://stillshore.tumblr.com/post/109046339712/emilybador-emily-bador-for-lizzy-clothing-by Emily Bador]<br />
: Voiceclaim: [https://youtu.be/V1CjxQXXA7o NieR - Song of the Ancients Devola]<br />
: Theme Music: [http://youtu.be/TpUP0jjicqY You Are the Moon - The Hush Sound]<br />
: Theme Music: [http://youtu.be/VKrYOUhOeaI Hope in the Air - Laura Marling]<br />
: Theme Music: [http://youtu.be/6k8es2BNloE Little Black Submarines - The Black Keys]<br />
: Theme Music: [http://youtu.be/TybeFBV7awc Upside Down - Paloma Faith]<br />
: Love Song: [http://youtu.be/oP-H36bsK2M A Thousand Years - Christina Perri (Cover by Angela July)]<br />
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: Template by [[Bancroft Gairn]]</div>Dhemgeimhttps://wiki.ffxiv-roleplayers.com/index.php?title=Staelufre_Lysmerl&diff=90879Staelufre Lysmerl2015-05-11T20:00:17Z<p>Dhemgeim: added art!</p>
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{{Infobox-character<br />
| name = Staelufre Lysmerl<br />
| image = Staewikiprofile.png<br />
| imagewidth = 250<br />
| caption = "May prey find your path."<br />
| gender = Female<br />
| citizenship = N/A<br />
| race = Miqo'te<br />
| clan = Seeker of the Sun<br />
| stat_1 = Age<br />
| stat_1_value = Mid-twenties<br />
| stat_2 = Sexuality<br />
| stat_2_value = Heterosexual<br />
| stat_3 = Occupation<br />
| stat_3_value = Hunter<br />
| stat_4 = Height/Weight<br />
| stat_4_value = 5 fulms, 0 ilms / 110 ponze<br />
| stat_5 = Diety <br />
| stat_5_value = Halone, the Fury<br />
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'''Staelufre Lysmerl''' (pronounced /stail-OU-frey LEES-mar-ill/) was born on 10th Sun of the 5th Umbral Era (October 10th). Her name means "Still Shore of the Bright Sea". She is a miqo'te who was born to one of the vagrant Jackal tribes in La Noscea, wandering through much of Eorzea with them during her childhood. She has kept the affinity to remaining in the wilderness over any form of civilization to this day, and has a very odd way of speaking.<br />
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===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #EB9F9F;font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Basic Info</div>===<br />
Not everyone can understand or relate to Staelufre. This is, at times, exceedingly frustrating to her. She speaks with a parlance that was invented and perfected by a hermit, and thus the mannerisms she uses are very foreign and often leading to misunderstanding. She has, however, been getting lessons on how to speak easier and has begun to become acquainted with a more common cant. Only adding to her oddities, she will avoid cities at a very unreasonable rate. At times, she also forgoes the comfort of houses and chooses to disappear into the wilderness for suns at a time. She prefers alcohol and fighting to any sort of minimal comfort, and excels in agility over brute strength or magick. Because Staelufre is terrible at remembering names, she often gives people her own "nicknames" derived from the roegadyn language.<br />
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:<small>''"He is prey; weak, frightened and unable to fight his way free. He becomes terrified and runs into the briars, then complains when they get caught in his fur. Such rabbits do not deserve pity, or mercy."''<br />
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:''"Oft, you are taken by the deep and churning tides. As they pull you below, to tumble you about, you must not fight. The sea is as nourishing as she is treacherous."''<br />
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:''"I find no small comfort in the shores of my kin. The apprentice and his bannermen honor me with mine namesake, but it is ever the freedom of the sea that I give myself to."''</small><br />
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: <font style="color:#F7A29E;" size="3">■</font> Outdoors<br />
: <font style="color:#F7A29E;" size="3">■</font> Sweets<br />
: <font style="color:#F7A29E;" size="3">■</font> Knives<br />
: <font style="color:#F7A29E;" size="3">■</font> Pink<br />
: <font style="color:#F7A29E;" size="3">■</font> Fighting<br />
: <font style="color:#F7A29E;" size="3">■</font> Dresses<br />
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: <font style="color:#F3C6B9;" size="3">■</font> Crowds (and similarly loud noises)<br />
: <font style="color:#F3C6B9;" size="3">■</font> Cowardice<br />
: <font style="color:#F3C6B9;" size="3">■</font> Cities / tribes<br />
: <font style="color:#F3C6B9;" size="3">■</font> Authority<br />
: <font style="color:#F3C6B9;" size="3">■</font> Extravagance<br />
: <font style="color:#F3C6B9;" size="3">■</font> Loneliness<br />
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: <font style="color:#FAEDDF;" size="3">■</font> Perceptive to truer intentions<br />
: <font style="color:#FAEDDF;" size="3">■</font> Hunting<br />
: <font style="color:#FAEDDF;" size="3">■</font> Endurance or agility exercises<br />
: <font style="color:#FAEDDF;" size="3">■</font> Whittling<br />
: <font style="color:#FAEDDF;" size="3">■</font> Going, or remaining, largely unseen<br />
: <font style="color:#FAEDDF;" size="3">■</font> Singing<br />
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===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #EB9F9F;font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Appearance & Personality</div>===<br />
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: Staelufre cuts a slight figure, but nothing about her short stature is wasted. She is muscled and athletic in build, though short. Her skin is tanned and golden in complexion from both heritage and a great many days in the sun. With naturally pink hair and tail, though neither accept to being tried to tame. Her hair is fluffy and wild, and so often cut short or bound down by clips. Usually, after hunting, it's also caked in mud. Even more stunning than a girl with pink hair are her gold eyes. They glare at most of the world from behind long lashes, sharp and stripping. Even with the round face and fat, up-turned nose, the gentleness of her face is ruined by such intruding eyes.<br />
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: In almost all situations Staelufre's garbed lightly, wearing little more armor than leather. If there's any metal to her outfit, it is to reinforce weak points such as her shins or forearms. Never does Staelufre show her back, as across it is an uneven and encompassing scar that stretches from shoulders to lower back. More scars mar her arms and hands, though she also commonly wears gloves. Staelufre never goes anywhere without at least a knife, either hidden or plain, and cannot stand to equally part comfortable realms without her most precious ring.<br />
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: Staelufre most often stands slouched or with arms crossed, especially when in the presence of others. In crowds she is withdrawn, quiet and in corners. Anything more than five or six others and Staelufre simply tends to leave. She does not, under many circumstances, go into cities or crowded areas. She fears large numbers of people after being so withdrawn from civilization. It is to a point where she resents and hates any form of building or city, even at times preaching against the luxury of society. While she believes her words, she does also enjoy the luxuries that homes can provide. Beds and showers are much better than roots and cold lakes.<br />
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: In one word, a sum of her personality would be paradox. She is innocent and violent, both a hunter and likewise utterly feminine. She is harsh in her truths, and warm in her lies. Staelufre is both wise when it comes to others, and utterly ignorant in how to interact with them. Introspective, yet starved for friendship. Should anyone offer her kindness, she will eagerly drink it up and follow at their heels thereafter. Being alone for so long has both driven her to want freedom and to equally want camaraderie. <br />
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: One thing that is less fluid and contrary is her perspective on other people. People are either weak or strong, prey or hunters. Those who are prey she pities and sees no value in. Those who are hunters, she respects. Respect does not always mean Staelufre likes or trust them, however. After spending so long in the wild, she knows very well how to discern who is stronger and how to avoid confrontation. Unfortunately, she also strives to better herself at nearly every turn, so often has a deliberate cause and wish to throw herself into unfair situations just to come out stronger. This often makes her come across as rash, when the acts are in fact deliberate and she's always keenly aware of the very real danger of dying.<br />
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: If in situations when speaking to an individual person she trusts, Staelufre's personality truly shines through. Her words are eloquent and well-chosen, her loyalty is unbearably strong, and her optimism unyielding. She gives advice as best she can and admits ignorance when she cannot. Pride does, at times, keep her from asking for help when she needs it. When speaking to an individual that Staelufre dislikes, she becomes guarded and calloused. Her words are gated, capable of meaning anything, and her lies are so smooth it's impossible to tell them from the half-true metaphors. Her ability to command her emotions in front of those who she deems weaker is impressive, as is her capability of detaching value to their life. Those who are weak, in her opinion, are better off dead. Should Staelufre be speaking, however, individually with a person she doesn't yet know well, she'll always regard them in the way she would regard a new hunting territory. Assessing their weaknesses and prying for strengths, seeking the balance of their personality to determine whether or not they are worth her time.<br />
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: Staelufre does not fight other people very well. She is more akin to the hunt, to employing stealth and surprise, than to fighting others one-on-one. The thrill of battle still runs hot through her, however, and she always enjoys a good fight. Even if it means getting beaten black and blue, she'll take on an opponent if nothing more than for the experience of it. Because of her inexperience in direct combat, she relies mostly on her larger skills. This would be agility and speed. Not getting hit is the biggest name of her game, and while she can take a couple blows they wear her down quickly. Training for combat is not much in hefting weapons and striking dummies. She trains for flexibility and endurance. Running, stretching, climbing; unorthodox things that keep her body in shape but often don't translate into direct physical combat.<br />
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: Primarily, to defeat an opponent, Staelufre uses daggers. She looks for openings in armor first, and exploits any vulnerable spots. Due to being spry and nimble, reaching odd places isn't very difficult. What is difficult is getting close enough to cut without getting hit. So after a few slashes, Staelufre tends to back off and exhaust her opponent by letting them bleed out. To opponents she aims to kill rather than simply defeat, she usually aims for the neck or their gut. Blood is not something the miqo'te is shy of. If she aims to kill as well, it is even less likely that Staelufre will approach an opponent directly.<br />
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=====<div style="padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Tribal Years</div>=====<br />
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:: Born daughter of J'tyraka Nuhn in the jungles of La Noscea as J'adaeza, she had a relatively blissful childhood. Their tribe was exceedingly small, no more than forty people at once, and strictly nomadic. Primarily they traveled through La Noscea, but in her lifetime did build small crafts to carry them across the waters to find new hunting grounds in the Black Shroud. Because of the fact they were so small, it was required for every member of the tribe to be trained and responsible for many aspects of the community. From small things such as building fires, or to larger things such as teaching the children. It was expected, in her tribe, for men and women to both be able to hunt as well as mend wounds.<br />
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:: As with all the other children, being trained to be a productive member of the tribe begun as soon as infancy ended. Her life was relatively easy, for all that a nomadic tribal life could be. She did not excel very well when it came to cooking or skinning creatures. She did not have much patience to learn to stitch clothes back together, and was often scolded for playing too roughly with the other children. Yet one day, she was brought to her mother's tent and given a choice of weaponry. This would be the weapon she would wield for the rest of her life in the tribe, trained in it until it became as much part of her as a limb. Only then would she be allowed to hunt. J'adaeza chose a spear, which was too large for her scrawny form, but stubbornly kept to it.<br />
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:: To those of younger ages, one of the more experienced Tias became their teacher. He taught them how to use the weapons they chose, in a strict yet not unkind manner. J'adaeza at this time was awful with the spear. She commonly dropped it, or was much too loud when carrying it around. She was scolded almost constantly, given extra exercises to learn her weapon better, and not allowed to return to the fires until she finished them. It was punishing, but also rewarding. So early in age, she didn't become bitter by the experience, but instead elevated to enjoy the push of her body. To wield the spear was not a natural thing to the tiny pink-haired girl, but she progressed and became decent at it. Once proficient enough, the Tia then began to train her in hunting tactics and strategies. How to step quietly and place traps, the knowledge of sensing danger and so forth.<br />
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:: At ten, as is traditional in her tribe, J'adaeza was taken on her first hunting trip. She was not permitted to strike at any creatures or wander on her own. She stuck closely to the side of one of the mature hunters, and while much of what she learned was applied, she found she had much more to learn. The thrill of the hunt sunk quickly and deeply in her heart, however, and it soon took her over. She became obsessed with hunting, and decided after but a few meager years of training to dedicate her life to it.<br />
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:: This went against her tribe's custom, however. When J'adaeza's more relaxed chores and duties began to wane in favor to her hunting, she was taken aside and spoken to. At first, they only expressed concerned. Then, when she ignored their words and abandoned her other disciplines in arrogant need for the sport, they began to punish her in true. As an adolescent who, as pre-teens tend to be, was absolutely certain she knew what was best for her, J'azaeda rebelled against the obedience they demanded from her. This was not an uncommon thing at her age, even in the tribe, but it was still disruptive to a community so small. She was frustratingly single-minded and stuck to it. So one evening, after a particularly bad spat with her aunt, she decided to leave the tribe.<br />
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:: Leaving itself wasn't terribly traumatic to J'adaeza. The tribe, at the time, was on a particularly wealthy streak in the Shroud. She took a sufficient amount of foodstuffs and her spear, and set off at the opposite direction. It was liberating, for a while, until she found that one of her half-sisters trailing slowly after her. Having heard of J'adaeza's leaving, J'adisa had soon departed for her own reasoning. Guilt and familial obligation forced her to look over this other girl, who had no skill in hunting or fighting.<br />
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=====<div style="padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Death</div>=====<br />
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:: While J'adaeza and J'adisa traveled back to La Noscea, they found that life without a tribe was more difficult than previously imagined. While J'adaeza was a fair enough hunter, she was poor at every other practical application. Her rebellion became her own punishment, as her sister and her struggled to feed themselves or find proper campsites. There were many close calls to unsavory sorts and rabid beastmen, and J'adaeza gathered many colorful stories about swiping equipment from unsuspecting travelers.<br />
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:: During such a colorful tale, she managed to cross paths with the wrong sort of folk. The story involved behind to why, and how the events unfolded, tends to change with each evolution of the story in present day; suggesting a reluctance to admit why or perhaps even a true confusion as to its truth. But what she does always tell, and seem to recall accurately, is the mutilation of her back. Tossed into the sea of Vylbrand, she nearly drowned. Miracle of miracles, she survived. Washed upon the beach with her back quickly growing an infection. Time for her at this point grew wildly inconsistent. A fever over-took her and she wandered in search of shelter or help. Her body was dying, already weak from her time in the water and what she was certain had been her death. Now, she was experiencing the agony of dying all over again.<br />
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:: Here is where [[Vilsewaen Steinhoh]] rescued the dying miqo'te. She had no idea, for a long time, that she was even in the care of anyone. He tended to her in one of his camps in the lowlands of Vylbrand until she recovered enough to become lucid and aware of her situation. They spoke, and while she was still too weak to move did tell him of her sister and where their campsite had been before her near-fatal accident. J'adisa came immediately and helped Vilsewaen tend to J'adaeza. He spoke strangely, but treated them kindly, and offered more than enough hospitality that they felt comfortable staying at his side.<br />
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====<div style="padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Rebirth</div>====<br />
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:: Though the two half-sisters did not intend to stay with Vilsewaen long, his proficiency of living alone was more than they had. When he offered to teach them, they ended up agreeing. Thus it was that the two came under his tutelage, and the tutelage became something more. His patience and lack of social skills were precisely the right combination of dry and kind that the two bonded with. So when Vilsewaen, the wandering hermit that he is, said he was climbing higher to the La Noscean mountains he took J'adaeza and J'adisa with him.<br />
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:: There is where J'adaeza's birth into Staelufre became apparent. Though she may had been on the physical brink of death before, with Vilsewaen's help she finally accepted that she will never again be part of a tribe. And as the hermit accepted these two lost girls into his care, he gave to them his traditions and philosophies as well. So J'adaeza and J'adisa came to be known, respectively, as Staelufre Lysmerl and Siehrova Brynstymm. The women were encouraged to be free and study whatever pursuit came to their heart, while their new father ensured their welfare and ability to look after themselves. So they developed into two opposites. Where Staelufre was wild, Siehrova was patient: Where Staelufre learned and strengthened her body, Siehrova was curious and expanded her mind. The two were dawn and dusk, and they both loved Vilsewaen as if he were the sky itself.<br />
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:: The three were very happy for a long time. As was his nature, Vilsewaen would often leave the two to wander. Even attached to others, he was still a hermit at heart. But Staelufre and Siehrova did not seem to mind. Their growth became exponential as they explored the mountains of La Noscea, alone and away from any civilization. The two bonded until their differences expanded and then compounded, both taking pieces of each other until neither were sure which one began and the other ended. These are the happiest memories to Staelufre, with her ever-present sister and her wayward father. Each so dear to her that she would have rather died than be left without them in the world.<br />
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:: Eventually Staelufre and Siehrova left La Noscea. Vilsewaen went with them as far as the Shroud, and from there they wandered to Coerthas. The cold weather did not suit Siehrova, but the stars fascinated her sister. Staelufre had always been fascinated by stars and their clarity in these northern grounds stole her heart away. They wandered wherever they wished, though often returned to their "home" in the mountains.<br />
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====<div style="padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">The Calamity</div>====<br />
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:: About four years before the Calamity fell, Vilsewaen took in another rogue soul. While Staelufre isn't sure where the old man found [[Renee Becquerel]] - who was then Renaud - he certainly came to become a large figurehead for the elezen. The then-named Wakkeyha Syngronn became Vilsewaen's apprentice. This excited the first time Staelufre ever felt jealousy in another person. She had always thought of her father as belonging to their family, and here was an interloper to steal Vilsewaen's time and ideals away from their already precious moments. It frustrated her, and she harbored equal envy that Renee had the Echo while she did not. So when the Garlean forces threatened their doorstep and Renee announced her leave, Staelufre was overjoyed... until Vilsewaen announced he was leaving as well.<br />
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:: She remained in the mountains of La Noscea until after Dalamud hit. Then she waited longer for Vilsewaen to return. Eventually, she became too anxious and left - parting with Siehrova for the first time in years. She traveled, seeing the cruelty and savagery that was brought on with total desolation. While uninterested in helping cities to rebuild and regrow, she did know that her skills as a hunter would do many well. So Staelufre took up many odd jobs, expanding her skills and honing her ability as a hunter to be met by the need and demand of others.<br />
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:: This continued until the ships were rebuilt and the island reconnected to the rest of Eorzea. Then Staelufre left, wanderlust unable to be sated. She continued to work as a hunter for hire for a small time, building a thin and unimportant network of people who knew her by face if not by name. She abandoned it, however, when Revenant's Toll was being formed. Instead she returned to Siehrova and two journeyed there, to a place where Siehrova's genius and thirsty for knowledge could be met on a frontier that would also excite her more than any dusty library. For a time, Staelufre remained in Mor Dhona withe her sister. She did little other than wander and explore, doting upon her other half until such time that she became too thirsty for the hunt again.<br />
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====<div style="padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Present</div>====<br />
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:: So she left. She regathered her structure of hunting for meager favors or bits of gil, for things that she could not make or find herself in the wild. This was when she came to find, from Vilsewaen, that the long-left apprentice Renee Becquerel had started a Free Company. While the name the Coral Sea was appeasing to her, what truly interested her was the name of their home. It was named in her honor, supposedly, and while her desire to be free and away from any form of civilization was strong... the compulsion to see such a strange thing was stronger. So Staelufre wandered for her first time into the Mist, and quickly became lost.<br />
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:: This was where she met [[L'aenoh Tia]]. Through a quick spiral of events, he introduced her to many others of the Coral Sea. Their relationship becoming something strong, she remained near to the Mist - begrudgingly - to also remain near him. Her first impression of the people was unpleasant. They commonly referred to her as "Zhen's replacement" or "stray", and it happened so often and with so much repetition she accepted it as the views of all those who lived within walls. Dejected and hurt by their actions and calloused attitudes, Staelufre withdrew even further from any want to be apart of the Coral Sea or its people.<br />
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:: It took much convincing and debate before L'aenoh was able to get Staelufre to join the Coral Sea's roster. She still argues that she's not properly a member. In her eyes, she has never been fully socially accepted. Yet she is officially documented in their applications, so is technically a member. Being with the Coral Sea has expanded those she met, as well, to most everyone that she currently knows. While she disappears for long times to hunt or do whatever else she wishes, she does commonly return to the Free Company house either for its luxuries or its company.<br />
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:: Even more recent, she's been traveling to the Goblet on a frequenct basis. There is a select few of people who have caught her interest, and that she's certain hold answers they may not be sure that they have. As ever, she has a habit of finding ill fortune and then diving into it even deeper.<br />
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===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #EB9F9F;font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Miscellaneous</div>===<br />
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* She has a habit of naming people, and will eagerly explain the names she's given and their meaning to great detail.<br />
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* Her favorite food is cake. Specifically rolanberry and chocolate flavored.<br />
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* Odds are, if someone's in good standing with her, she will do almost anything that they request of her.<br />
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* If you give her sweets, expect her to always look to you for more. (Don't feed stray cats, kids!)<br />
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* Some of her other names include:<br />
:: J'adaeza Tyraka<br />
:: Skaenliht Lysmerl<br />
:: Klynskaet Lysmerl<br />
:: Steigifenix Lysmerl<br />
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''Some of these rumors are untrue or are greatly exaggerated. Please feel free to add your own rumors under PC!''<br />
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<div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #90AB76;">◢ Common and easily overheard, use freely</div></b><br />
: <font style="color:#90AB76;" size="3">■</font> "She's odd. Doesn't speak well, and ran off soon as she got her booze. At least she paid," <i>Merchant at Aleport</i><br />
: <font style="color:#90AB76;" size="3">■</font> "Ah, aye, I know 'er. Got charged with poaching once. I remember, 'cause next day we found a couple of Redbellies hangin' from the trees not far off the road. Took forever to get 'em down," <i>Woodwailer in Central Shroud</i><br />
: <font style="color:#90AB76;" size="3">■</font> "Yeah, she comes through here often. Sometimes she doesn't have gil and ends up having to barter pieces of jewelry. Her boyfriend or husband or someone always comes around a day or two later to buy the jewelry back," <i>Ferryman at Vesper Bay</i><br />
: <font style="color:#90AB76;" size="3">■</font> "Sometimes she stops here, but never to take a chocobo. Avoids the damn things like the plague," <i>Any Choco-keep in the Sanctuaries</i><br />
: <font style="color:#90AB76;" size="3">■</font> "I keep telling her: No fishing in the ponds! You know what, when you find her, tell her that for me!" <i>Frustrated Adder in Lavender Beds</i><br />
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<b><div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #F37E1D;">◢ Moderately difficult to overhear, use sparingly or ask first</div></b><br />
: <font style="color:#F37E1D;" size="3">■</font> "She's a poor thing. Sometimes she likes to soak in the waters here before she goes to trade over by the Wanderer's Palace. Her back is just a travesty for something so cute," <i>Worker at Camp Bronze Lake</i><br />
: <font style="color:#F37E1D;" size="3">■</font> "You know, it's funny, I saw 'er 'round 'ere a lot. Just hangin' out, talkin' to th' farmers. Then up an' disappears. Ain't seen 'er since," <i>Farmer at Summerford Farms</i><br />
: <font style="color:#F37E1D;" size="3">■</font> "Ah, yeah, I've seen her. Well, heard is more like... Those two cats are damned loud..." <i>Grimacing Yellowjacket Who Works Near the Eyes</i><br />
: <font style="color:#F37E1D;" size="3">■</font> "That pink one? She comes in about once a moon to buy some cake. Real skittish, but always tips well!" <i>Chef in the Bismark</i><br />
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<b><div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #D83018;">◢ Very difficult or rarely overheard, ask before using</div></b><br />
: <font style="color:#D83018;" size="3">■</font> "I don't know why, but sometimes she leaves offerings at Thal's Shrine. Won't speak to anyone, either. Just walks in and spends a few bells in silence only to leave," <i>Brass Blade on Highbridge</i><br />
: <font style="color:#D83018;" size="3">■</font> "Is the damnest thing. She looks just like one of my tribe sisters... But I could have sworn her dead," <i>Hard-working Tia in Wineport</i><br />
: <font style="color:#D83018;" size="3">■</font> "I know the name. Commissioned some unique weapons. All pretty confidential, I'm afraid," <i>Blacksmith in Limsa Lominsa</i><br />
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<b><div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #aac5b4;">◢ Rumors from the character's of other players</div></b><br />
: <font style="color:#aac5b4;" size="3">■</font> "Arcane magic around her? Forget about it. She's like... Way too angry about something involving it," <i>[[Harper Brightwind]]</i><br />
: <font style="color:#aac5b4;" size="3">■</font> "I'm fairly certain she has little to no respect for the dead. Or for the living. Or any value for life itself given how quick she treats folk. And I'm pretty sure she doesn't know anything about privacy or secrets. Ever. Journals included," <i>[[Chaska Dakwhil]]</i><br />
: <font style="color:#aac5b4;" size="3">■</font> "The pink one? She's absolutely terrified of me for some reason or another. Poor dear. I believe someone asked me if I might be there to take her away or something of the like. I am not quite sure why since we have never really met," <i>[[J'nangho Jhimei]]</i><br />
: <font style="color:#aac5b4;" size="3">■</font>"She is blessed with a lot of drive and ambition, all fueled with good cause. Lady Staelufre will take in everything around her, dare say some knowledge without reflecting on it becomes only chaos, though. Shall always try to be there and bring clarity to all her goals; may I never fail to protect her from the poisons." <i>[[Jancis Milburga]]</i><br />
: <font style="color:#aac5b4;" size="3">■</font>"Oh! Stae! They call her 'the Huntress'. Well, at least I call her that. Anyroads, she knows things. Things about predators and prey that I've only... felt but couldn't put to words. To say she's like magic on the hunt is doing a disservice to her instinctual talent. She's more miqo'te than my Matron." <i>[[R'sass Thras]]</i><br />
: <font style="color:#aac5b4;" size="3">■</font>"She know more about roegadyns than me. Her father is miqo'te with roegadyn inside. She lived with stars. She is most magic person I know but she not use it...I think. She make me feel life is different from how know. Give her fruit and share stories! Will like and have very many funs!" <i>[[Flickering Ember]]</i><br />
: <font style="color:#aac5b4;" size="3">■</font>"Don't turn your back on her; she'll leap upon it in an instant." <i>[[Brynhilde Wulf]]</i><br />
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: <center><font style="color:#000000;" size="3">♥</font> Physical Attraction <font style="color:#F02311;" size="3">♥</font> Romantic Desire <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font> Platonic Love <font style="color:#F0F078;" size="3">♥</font> Worship </center> <br />
: <center><font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> Good Standing <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> Neutral <font style="color:#C24640;" size="3">●</font> Poor Standing</center><br />
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: <font style="color:#F02311;" size="3">♥</font> <font style="color:#000000;" size="3">♥</font> [[L'aenoh Tia]]: "Ganzjaega Riklifaeld" : A man she met in the Mist. Their beginnings were rather rough, though both held an attraction for the other since the moment they met. After some struggle with a rather cruel Keeper named Hnaba, they came together and bonded in a way neither expected. Ever since, the two have been inseparable. Staelufre has come to love him in true. She has no plans to deviate from his side, and goes to great lengths to ensure his safety. They were married on Feburary 28th.<br />
: <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font> [[Vilsewaen Steinhoh]]: Her father, her mentor, her brother. He is the person Staelufre respects the most in her life, and strives to be like. It is a constant disappointment to her that she cannot follow in his footsteps, or become precisely alike him. Almost everything she does is to give him pride and prove herself worthy in his eyes.<br />
: <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font> [[Siehrova Brynstymm]]: Her sister. Staelufre is wildly protective of her intelligent and kind kin. Their shared history has forged their bond into something that is unbreakable. She values Siehrova for her intelligence and quick wit, and admires her for being able to do so many things that she cannot even conceive possible. While her sister works on various projects in Mor Dhona, almost always consisting of magitek, Staelufre makes sure to provide her sister with every comfort and need she could ask for.<br />
: <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font> [[Renee Becquerel]]: "Wakkeyha Syngronn" : Her sister, her rival. She is the apprentice of her father and her natural affinity to truth and ownership of the Echo has made Wakkeyha the favorite of Vilsewaen. In this, Staelufre is constantly jealous of her and irritated of her natural prowess with mysticism. She sees in Renee all the things she wishes she can be, and yet her sister is blissfully ignorant of such facts. Renee's fawning and doting over Staelufre as her own sister only makes her feel guilty of this, and oddly endeared to the woman.<br />
: <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font> [[Tiergan Vashir]]: "Wynztier Eifaufre" : A brother, strong and bound by both love and loyalty. Originally a strange man, she became endeared to him after a long talk about the Lotus. Some of his earnest personality began to shine, and with it Staelufre saw someone of noble heart. She has since followed him throughout much of Eorzea on bizarre adventures to save friends or return them home. He has since named her "Steigifenix", and they've become bound in a sibling-like love for one another.<br />
: <font style="color:#F0F078;" size="3">♥</font> [[Telos]]: "Guolstyrm Grymhoh" : Someone who holds the answers to many of her questions. He's treated her fairly, and kindly, and for this she holds to him a sense of loyalty. There's something that makes others frightened of him, but whatever wariness this caused has been abandoned. He has earned to her a place in her heart as an idol: Someone she is willing to follow without question and with idealistic devotion and has come to accept him as a man who will be God.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Jancis Milburga]]: "Solkeim Brynroega" : Her friend. Jancis and she first met through L'aenoh, and the healer has proved nothing but kind and stalwart. Even in the heat of battle or its gross after-effects, the woman never seems to waver. Even in the grossest of situations, Jancis is a shining beacon for her to orient herself. Staelufre remains loyal to her, and has never had cause to question this. She plans to ever be.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Ja'ren A'lenthin]]: "Arengybet Haerzhylt" : Their relationship begun on a rocky note. Miscommunication and estranged feelings made the two incapable of seeing eye-to-eye at first. Yet, when entrusting Ja'ren with a mysterious Void artefact, the two began a strange journey that solidified their friendship. Unexpected circumstances brought them even closer, and Ja'ren teaches her much of her magick and control over it. She ever admired Ja'ren, though also finds him foolish at times.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Zaius Rhal'seer]]: "Doenruht Formnwust" : Staelufre's teacher. After Zaius insulted her mate by beating him in battle and tying him to a bed, she sought Zaius out to seek revenge. With original intentions of killing him, she was instead impressed by his technique and strength. After agreeing to teach her, and a couple lessons, she's come to trust the Keeper entirely. He shows to her an amount of care and yet willingness to let her learn. Because of that, she gives him an amount of blind faith many would advise against.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Teld're Eska'aldren]]: "Myrganais Gesprheti" : The seer, as she called him, is a strange and recent friend. He is mercurial and ever-shifting. In just one sun, she saw many sides to the man and is fascinated by each of them. The curiosity likewise expands to his various mysteries and entanglements he's entered himself in. She has spent an increasing amount of time in his company and the company of his friends, and each moment has only made her loyalty to him grow. She is determined to be a stalwart friend at his side.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Mikh'a Elakha]]: "Saelbwaent Sylbtoum" : The gentle shadow was someone who first left his mark after healing her during her original spar with Aiouxdaux. The experience was a painful one, but after meeting a second and third time, he won her over with his quiet presence and gentle gestures. She is desperate to learn magick from him, and to please him, and to be a great many things. She admires Mikh'a in the way she admires Telos: She wishes to both emulate him and make him proud of her at the same time.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Aiouxdaux Beaumont]]: "Weichnsthal Merlnebel" : The dervish doctore was someone she first bonded with after a sparring bout that had left both of them nearly dead. She understands him rather well, despite knowing so little of him. She thinks him someone of great amusement and deadly skill, and so looks up to him quite a bit. He seems to have many heartaches, and the two have shared no small amounts of promises between each other. She recognizes him as both peer and leader, as someone who she shall fall behind in combat and leap towards in conversation. He's a beacon, to her, though she worries what will happen when the sorrow he hides swallows him up.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[J'azhar Tia]]: "Blynulm Wakknberk" : Introduced to her through Sylas, the young member of Jackal tribe was originally supposed to be a source of information. He quickly charmed her not only with a sense of his kindness for their mutual friends, but also his innocent manner of speech. It seems their friend circles have merged, for which Staelufre is only thankful, as she's ultimately fond of J'azhar's fretting and warm personality. She is envious of him, for it seems everyone is loving and affectionate of J'azhar, and yet she also is so utterly endeared by a man she views as whole and perfect that she wishes him to think well of her in return.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Leanne Delphium]]: "Weinspaer" : The appointed "best friend". After having scolded Staelufre on ill social behavior, L'aenoh assigned the two of them to be friends from then on out. It's been somewhat uncertain ground, but the hat-clad woman is such a different presence that Staelufre help but agree she's fine friend material. Much is unknown about Leanne, though she manages to keep amusing Staelufre.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Faolan Woodlock]]: "Nezelcwin" : A man she hardly knows. He smells of campfire smoke and forests. This initial impression leads Staelufre to wanting to know more. After recent events that led her to witness Faolan's way of healing, and the knowledge he witnessed Dhemgeim's death, she's only more intent on prying beneath that mask of his.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Flickering Ember]]: This roegadyn is someone Staelufre very much wants to impress and become friends with. They seem to have a parallel in their histories that makes her feel akin to the blind girl, but at the same time Ember can come across so innocent that Staelufre is afraid of breaking her. To Staelufre, it creates a strange dance of coming close to her emotionally, and also holding her out at arm's length.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[R'sass Thras]]: Her student. A young miqo'te whose tribe has disbanded, she was intent on learning to hunt. The reverence Sass has for her is baffling and, as she believes it, misguided. But it is still a pleasant and entertaining thing to teach another her methods of hunting.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[R'ostam Tia]]: Relative to R'sass, Staelufre finds him hot-headed and brash. His silent behavior, she knows, is entirely a front for a confused and conflicted young man. She hopes to teach him a little of fighting, though also knows that she is by far the least capable of giving him what he needs to know to make a better life outside the tribe.<br />
: <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> [[Memeli Meli]]: "Toffvann" : A powerful lalafell and magnificent braggart. She holds little respect for this person, but does recognize in her the potential to do much. They haven't shared much but in passing, though Memeli's ability to find trouble and also find her way out is always worthy of admiration.<br />
: <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> [[Finecia Hawke]]: "Blahntrachyn" : A peculiar hyur. Staelufre does not trust Finecia in the way she would never fully trust a dragon. Though she wears her past plainly, there is always an uncertainty to what happening in Finecia's mind. She is, at least, a reliable healer.<br />
: <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> [[R'lexia Thras]]: "Lihtleita" : A quiet miqo'te who has not revealed much about herself. While she is Finecia's mate, Staelufre is not yet sure of Lexia's mettle. She seems determined, but there is a weakness and hesitance in her actions that makes Staelufre wonder.<br />
: <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> [[Chaska Dakwhil]]: "Tenkoeya" : Ja'ren's mate and a person Staelufre always wonders about. While mute, her wisdom and cunning is unprecedented. Or because it is because of her inability to talk that Chaska has a way of thinking unparalleled. Either way, Staelufre owes deep respect to Chaska, though knows the two of them are unlikely to ever become friends.<br />
: <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> [[Franz Renatus]]: "Iyrnfystsyn" : After having dealt with an unpleasant elezen, the two came to a mutual understanding. She does not truly wonder after the man, but does at times wonder at his strength. He has, at the very least, the presence enough for her to take his word as truth.<br />
: <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> [[Oscare Iono]]: "Blanabrenn" : Another she knows to be a Garlean. She does not particularly care for this dark-skinned hyur, but he has never done anything to upset her either. At best, she knows him as Jancis' friend.<br />
: <font style="color:#C24640;" size="3">●</font> [[Tausenadel Geispyrsyn]]: "Wybhaerz" : An officer of the Coral Sea. Upon their first meeting, he seemed kind enough, though at their second and every meeting after, he insists on calling her "Stray". Staelufre has expressed her displeasure with this sentiment, and refuses to forgive him for being unable to listen to her or respect her.<br />
: <font style="color:#C24640;" size="3">●</font> [[Sigurd Rainecourt]]: "Bremlohr" : A pitiful little hyur. His weakness makes her dislike and distaste for him very obvious. She thinks that it is a shame, for he has many strong allies, but will never reach to such heights himself. She currently wants to kill him.<br />
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===<div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #EB9F9F;font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Gallery</div>===<br />
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File:ByTeldre.png|Portrait, by Teld're Eska'aldren<br />
File:StaeByTierganVashir.jpg|The Owl, by Tiergan Vashir<br />
File:CollabByAddiRan.png|Afternoon Cake, by Ranirus Crithalos and Addifore Tweedle<br />
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===<div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #EB9F9F;font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Footnotes</div>===<br />
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: Tumblr: http://stillshore.tumblr.com<br />
: Faceclaim: [http://stillshore.tumblr.com/post/109046339712/emilybador-emily-bador-for-lizzy-clothing-by Emily Bador]<br />
: Voiceclaim: [https://youtu.be/V1CjxQXXA7o NieR - Song of the Ancients Devola]<br />
: Theme Music: [http://youtu.be/TpUP0jjicqY You Are the Moon - The Hush Sound]<br />
: Theme Music: [http://youtu.be/VKrYOUhOeaI Hope in the Air - Laura Marling]<br />
: Theme Music: [http://youtu.be/6k8es2BNloE Little Black Submarines - The Black Keys]<br />
: Theme Music: [http://youtu.be/TybeFBV7awc Upside Down - Paloma Faith]<br />
: Love Song: [http://youtu.be/oP-H36bsK2M A Thousand Years - Christina Perri (Cover by Angela July)]<br />
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<div>Collab by Ranirus Crithalos and Addifore Tweedle</div>Dhemgeimhttps://wiki.ffxiv-roleplayers.com/index.php?title=File:ByTeldre.png&diff=90877File:ByTeldre.png2015-05-11T19:54:57Z<p>Dhemgeim: Drawn by Teld're Eska'aldren</p>
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<div>Drawn by Tiergan Vashir</div>Dhemgeimhttps://wiki.ffxiv-roleplayers.com/index.php?title=Staelufre_Lysmerl&diff=86966Staelufre Lysmerl2015-04-20T23:35:46Z<p>Dhemgeim: /* Footnotes */</p>
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{{Infobox-character<br />
| name = Staelufre Lysmerl<br />
| image = Staewikiprofile.png<br />
| imagewidth = 250<br />
| caption = "May prey find your path."<br />
| gender = Female<br />
| citizenship = N/A<br />
| race = Miqo'te<br />
| clan = Seeker of the Sun<br />
| stat_1 = Age<br />
| stat_1_value = Mid-twenties<br />
| stat_2 = Sexuality<br />
| stat_2_value = Heterosexual<br />
| stat_3 = Occupation<br />
| stat_3_value = Hunter<br />
| stat_4 = Height/Weight<br />
| stat_4_value = 5 fulms, 0 ilms / 110 ponze<br />
| stat_5 = Diety <br />
| stat_5_value = Halone, the Fury<br />
}}<br />
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'''Staelufre Lysmerl''' (pronounced /stail-OU-frey LEES-mar-ill/) was born on 10th Sun of the 5th Umbral Era (October 10th). Her name means "Still Shore of the Bright Sea". She is a miqo'te who was born to one of the vagrant Jackal tribes in La Noscea, wandering through much of Eorzea with them during her childhood. She has kept the affinity to remaining in the wilderness over any form of civilization to this day, and has a very odd way of speaking.<br />
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===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #EB9F9F;font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Basic Info</div>===<br />
Not everyone can understand or relate to Staelufre. This is, at times, exceedingly frustrating to her. She speaks with a parlance that was invented and perfected by a hermit, and thus the mannerisms she uses are very foreign and often leading to misunderstanding. She has, however, been getting lessons on how to speak easier and has begun to become acquainted with a more common cant. Only adding to her oddities, she will avoid cities at a very unreasonable rate. At times, she also forgoes the comfort of houses and chooses to disappear into the wilderness for suns at a time. She prefers alcohol and fighting to any sort of minimal comfort, and excels in agility over brute strength or magick. Because Staelufre is terrible at remembering names, she often gives people her own "nicknames" derived from the roegadyn language.<br />
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:<small>''"He is prey; weak, frightened and unable to fight his way free. He becomes terrified and runs into the briars, then complains when they get caught in his fur. Such rabbits do not deserve pity, or mercy."''<br />
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:''"Oft, you are taken by the deep and churning tides. As they pull you below, to tumble you about, you must not fight. The sea is as nourishing as she is treacherous."''<br />
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:''"I find no small comfort in the shores of my kin. The apprentice and his bannermen honor me with mine namesake, but it is ever the freedom of the sea that I give myself to."''</small><br />
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<div style="padding:10px 35px;background: #F7A29E;font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;"><center>''Likes''</center></div></h3><br />
: <font style="color:#F7A29E;" size="3">■</font> Outdoors<br />
: <font style="color:#F7A29E;" size="3">■</font> Sweets<br />
: <font style="color:#F7A29E;" size="3">■</font> Knives<br />
: <font style="color:#F7A29E;" size="3">■</font> Pink<br />
: <font style="color:#F7A29E;" size="3">■</font> Fighting<br />
: <font style="color:#F7A29E;" size="3">■</font> Dresses<br />
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<div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #F3C6B9;font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;"><center>''Dislikes''</center></div></span></h3><br />
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: <font style="color:#F3C6B9;" size="3">■</font> Crowds (and similarly loud noises)<br />
: <font style="color:#F3C6B9;" size="3">■</font> Cowardice<br />
: <font style="color:#F3C6B9;" size="3">■</font> Cities / tribes<br />
: <font style="color:#F3C6B9;" size="3">■</font> Authority<br />
: <font style="color:#F3C6B9;" size="3">■</font> Extravagance<br />
: <font style="color:#F3C6B9;" size="3">■</font> Loneliness<br />
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<div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #FAEDDF;font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;"><center>''Skills''</center></div></span></h3><br />
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: <font style="color:#FAEDDF;" size="3">■</font> Perceptive to truer intentions<br />
: <font style="color:#FAEDDF;" size="3">■</font> Hunting<br />
: <font style="color:#FAEDDF;" size="3">■</font> Endurance or agility exercises<br />
: <font style="color:#FAEDDF;" size="3">■</font> Whittling<br />
: <font style="color:#FAEDDF;" size="3">■</font> Going, or remaining, largely unseen<br />
: <font style="color:#FAEDDF;" size="3">■</font> Singing<br />
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===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #EB9F9F;font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Appearance & Personality</div>===<br />
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: Staelufre cuts a slight figure, but nothing about her short stature is wasted. She is muscled and athletic in build, though short. Her skin is tanned and golden in complexion from both heritage and a great many days in the sun. With naturally pink hair and tail, though neither accept to being tried to tame. Her hair is fluffy and wild, and so often cut short or bound down by clips. Usually, after hunting, it's also caked in mud. Even more stunning than a girl with pink hair are her gold eyes. They glare at most of the world from behind long lashes, sharp and stripping. Even with the round face and fat, up-turned nose, the gentleness of her face is ruined by such intruding eyes.<br />
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: In almost all situations Staelufre's garbed lightly, wearing little more armor than leather. If there's any metal to her outfit, it is to reinforce weak points such as her shins or forearms. Never does Staelufre show her back, as across it is an uneven and encompassing scar that stretches from shoulders to lower back. More scars mar her arms and hands, though she also commonly wears gloves. Staelufre never goes anywhere without at least a knife, either hidden or plain, and cannot stand to equally part comfortable realms without her most precious ring.<br />
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: Staelufre most often stands slouched or with arms crossed, especially when in the presence of others. In crowds she is withdrawn, quiet and in corners. Anything more than five or six others and Staelufre simply tends to leave. She does not, under many circumstances, go into cities or crowded areas. She fears large numbers of people after being so withdrawn from civilization. It is to a point where she resents and hates any form of building or city, even at times preaching against the luxury of society. While she believes her words, she does also enjoy the luxuries that homes can provide. Beds and showers are much better than roots and cold lakes.<br />
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: In one word, a sum of her personality would be paradox. She is innocent and violent, both a hunter and likewise utterly feminine. She is harsh in her truths, and warm in her lies. Staelufre is both wise when it comes to others, and utterly ignorant in how to interact with them. Introspective, yet starved for friendship. Should anyone offer her kindness, she will eagerly drink it up and follow at their heels thereafter. Being alone for so long has both driven her to want freedom and to equally want camaraderie. <br />
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: One thing that is less fluid and contrary is her perspective on other people. People are either weak or strong, prey or hunters. Those who are prey she pities and sees no value in. Those who are hunters, she respects. Respect does not always mean Staelufre likes or trust them, however. After spending so long in the wild, she knows very well how to discern who is stronger and how to avoid confrontation. Unfortunately, she also strives to better herself at nearly every turn, so often has a deliberate cause and wish to throw herself into unfair situations just to come out stronger. This often makes her come across as rash, when the acts are in fact deliberate and she's always keenly aware of the very real danger of dying.<br />
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: If in situations when speaking to an individual person she trusts, Staelufre's personality truly shines through. Her words are eloquent and well-chosen, her loyalty is unbearably strong, and her optimism unyielding. She gives advice as best she can and admits ignorance when she cannot. Pride does, at times, keep her from asking for help when she needs it. When speaking to an individual that Staelufre dislikes, she becomes guarded and calloused. Her words are gated, capable of meaning anything, and her lies are so smooth it's impossible to tell them from the half-true metaphors. Her ability to command her emotions in front of those who she deems weaker is impressive, as is her capability of detaching value to their life. Those who are weak, in her opinion, are better off dead. Should Staelufre be speaking, however, individually with a person she doesn't yet know well, she'll always regard them in the way she would regard a new hunting territory. Assessing their weaknesses and prying for strengths, seeking the balance of their personality to determine whether or not they are worth her time.<br />
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===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #EB9F9F;font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Combat</div>===<br />
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: Staelufre does not fight other people very well. She is more akin to the hunt, to employing stealth and surprise, than to fighting others one-on-one. The thrill of battle still runs hot through her, however, and she always enjoys a good fight. Even if it means getting beaten black and blue, she'll take on an opponent if nothing more than for the experience of it. Because of her inexperience in direct combat, she relies mostly on her larger skills. This would be agility and speed. Not getting hit is the biggest name of her game, and while she can take a couple blows they wear her down quickly. Training for combat is not much in hefting weapons and striking dummies. She trains for flexibility and endurance. Running, stretching, climbing; unorthodox things that keep her body in shape but often don't translate into direct physical combat.<br />
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: Primarily, to defeat an opponent, Staelufre uses daggers. She looks for openings in armor first, and exploits any vulnerable spots. Due to being spry and nimble, reaching odd places isn't very difficult. What is difficult is getting close enough to cut without getting hit. So after a few slashes, Staelufre tends to back off and exhaust her opponent by letting them bleed out. To opponents she aims to kill rather than simply defeat, she usually aims for the neck or their gut. Blood is not something the miqo'te is shy of. If she aims to kill as well, it is even less likely that Staelufre will approach an opponent directly.<br />
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===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #EB9F9F;font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Biography</div>===<br />
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=====<div style="padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Tribal Years</div>=====<br />
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:: Born daughter of J'tyraka Nuhn in the jungles of La Noscea as J'adaeza, she had a relatively blissful childhood. Their tribe was exceedingly small, no more than forty people at once, and strictly nomadic. Primarily they traveled through La Noscea, but in her lifetime did build small crafts to carry them across the waters to find new hunting grounds in the Black Shroud. Because of the fact they were so small, it was required for every member of the tribe to be trained and responsible for many aspects of the community. From small things such as building fires, or to larger things such as teaching the children. It was expected, in her tribe, for men and women to both be able to hunt as well as mend wounds.<br />
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:: As with all the other children, being trained to be a productive member of the tribe begun as soon as infancy ended. Her life was relatively easy, for all that a nomadic tribal life could be. She did not excel very well when it came to cooking or skinning creatures. She did not have much patience to learn to stitch clothes back together, and was often scolded for playing too roughly with the other children. Yet one day, she was brought to her mother's tent and given a choice of weaponry. This would be the weapon she would wield for the rest of her life in the tribe, trained in it until it became as much part of her as a limb. Only then would she be allowed to hunt. J'adaeza chose a spear, which was too large for her scrawny form, but stubbornly kept to it.<br />
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:: To those of younger ages, one of the more experienced Tias became their teacher. He taught them how to use the weapons they chose, in a strict yet not unkind manner. J'adaeza at this time was awful with the spear. She commonly dropped it, or was much too loud when carrying it around. She was scolded almost constantly, given extra exercises to learn her weapon better, and not allowed to return to the fires until she finished them. It was punishing, but also rewarding. So early in age, she didn't become bitter by the experience, but instead elevated to enjoy the push of her body. To wield the spear was not a natural thing to the tiny pink-haired girl, but she progressed and became decent at it. Once proficient enough, the Tia then began to train her in hunting tactics and strategies. How to step quietly and place traps, the knowledge of sensing danger and so forth.<br />
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:: At ten, as is traditional in her tribe, J'adaeza was taken on her first hunting trip. She was not permitted to strike at any creatures or wander on her own. She stuck closely to the side of one of the mature hunters, and while much of what she learned was applied, she found she had much more to learn. The thrill of the hunt sunk quickly and deeply in her heart, however, and it soon took her over. She became obsessed with hunting, and decided after but a few meager years of training to dedicate her life to it.<br />
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:: This went against her tribe's custom, however. When J'adaeza's more relaxed chores and duties began to wane in favor to her hunting, she was taken aside and spoken to. At first, they only expressed concerned. Then, when she ignored their words and abandoned her other disciplines in arrogant need for the sport, they began to punish her in true. As an adolescent who, as pre-teens tend to be, was absolutely certain she knew what was best for her, J'azaeda rebelled against the obedience they demanded from her. This was not an uncommon thing at her age, even in the tribe, but it was still disruptive to a community so small. She was frustratingly single-minded and stuck to it. So one evening, after a particularly bad spat with her aunt, she decided to leave the tribe.<br />
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:: Leaving itself wasn't terribly traumatic to J'adaeza. The tribe, at the time, was on a particularly wealthy streak in the Shroud. She took a sufficient amount of foodstuffs and her spear, and set off at the opposite direction. It was liberating, for a while, until she found that one of her half-sisters trailing slowly after her. Having heard of J'adaeza's leaving, J'adisa had soon departed for her own reasoning. Guilt and familial obligation forced her to look over this other girl, who had no skill in hunting or fighting.<br />
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=====<div style="padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Death</div>=====<br />
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:: While J'adaeza and J'adisa traveled back to La Noscea, they found that life without a tribe was more difficult than previously imagined. While J'adaeza was a fair enough hunter, she was poor at every other practical application. Her rebellion became her own punishment, as her sister and her struggled to feed themselves or find proper campsites. There were many close calls to unsavory sorts and rabid beastmen, and J'adaeza gathered many colorful stories about swiping equipment from unsuspecting travelers.<br />
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:: During such a colorful tale, she managed to cross paths with the wrong sort of folk. The story involved behind to why, and how the events unfolded, tends to change with each evolution of the story in present day; suggesting a reluctance to admit why or perhaps even a true confusion as to its truth. But what she does always tell, and seem to recall accurately, is the mutilation of her back. Tossed into the sea of Vylbrand, she nearly drowned. Miracle of miracles, she survived. Washed upon the beach with her back quickly growing an infection. Time for her at this point grew wildly inconsistent. A fever over-took her and she wandered in search of shelter or help. Her body was dying, already weak from her time in the water and what she was certain had been her death. Now, she was experiencing the agony of dying all over again.<br />
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:: Here is where [[Vilsewaen Steinhoh]] rescued the dying miqo'te. She had no idea, for a long time, that she was even in the care of anyone. He tended to her in one of his camps in the lowlands of Vylbrand until she recovered enough to become lucid and aware of her situation. They spoke, and while she was still too weak to move did tell him of her sister and where their campsite had been before her near-fatal accident. J'adisa came immediately and helped Vilsewaen tend to J'adaeza. He spoke strangely, but treated them kindly, and offered more than enough hospitality that they felt comfortable staying at his side.<br />
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====<div style="padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Rebirth</div>====<br />
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:: Though the two half-sisters did not intend to stay with Vilsewaen long, his proficiency of living alone was more than they had. When he offered to teach them, they ended up agreeing. Thus it was that the two came under his tutelage, and the tutelage became something more. His patience and lack of social skills were precisely the right combination of dry and kind that the two bonded with. So when Vilsewaen, the wandering hermit that he is, said he was climbing higher to the La Noscean mountains he took J'adaeza and J'adisa with him.<br />
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:: There is where J'adaeza's birth into Staelufre became apparent. Though she may had been on the physical brink of death before, with Vilsewaen's help she finally accepted that she will never again be part of a tribe. And as the hermit accepted these two lost girls into his care, he gave to them his traditions and philosophies as well. So J'adaeza and J'adisa came to be known, respectively, as Staelufre Lysmerl and Siehrova Brynstymm. The women were encouraged to be free and study whatever pursuit came to their heart, while their new father ensured their welfare and ability to look after themselves. So they developed into two opposites. Where Staelufre was wild, Siehrova was patient: Where Staelufre learned and strengthened her body, Siehrova was curious and expanded her mind. The two were dawn and dusk, and they both loved Vilsewaen as if he were the sky itself.<br />
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:: The three were very happy for a long time. As was his nature, Vilsewaen would often leave the two to wander. Even attached to others, he was still a hermit at heart. But Staelufre and Siehrova did not seem to mind. Their growth became exponential as they explored the mountains of La Noscea, alone and away from any civilization. The two bonded until their differences expanded and then compounded, both taking pieces of each other until neither were sure which one began and the other ended. These are the happiest memories to Staelufre, with her ever-present sister and her wayward father. Each so dear to her that she would have rather died than be left without them in the world.<br />
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:: Eventually Staelufre and Siehrova left La Noscea. Vilsewaen went with them as far as the Shroud, and from there they wandered to Coerthas. The cold weather did not suit Siehrova, but the stars fascinated her sister. Staelufre had always been fascinated by stars and their clarity in these northern grounds stole her heart away. They wandered wherever they wished, though often returned to their "home" in the mountains.<br />
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====<div style="padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">The Calamity</div>====<br />
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:: About four years before the Calamity fell, Vilsewaen took in another rogue soul. While Staelufre isn't sure where the old man found [[Renee Becquerel]] - who was then Renaud - he certainly came to become a large figurehead for the elezen. The then-named Wakkeyha Syngronn became Vilsewaen's apprentice. This excited the first time Staelufre ever felt jealousy in another person. She had always thought of her father as belonging to their family, and here was an interloper to steal Vilsewaen's time and ideals away from their already precious moments. It frustrated her, and she harbored equal envy that Renee had the Echo while she did not. So when the Garlean forces threatened their doorstep and Renee announced her leave, Staelufre was overjoyed... until Vilsewaen announced he was leaving as well.<br />
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:: She remained in the mountains of La Noscea until after Dalamud hit. Then she waited longer for Vilsewaen to return. Eventually, she became too anxious and left - parting with Siehrova for the first time in years. She traveled, seeing the cruelty and savagery that was brought on with total desolation. While uninterested in helping cities to rebuild and regrow, she did know that her skills as a hunter would do many well. So Staelufre took up many odd jobs, expanding her skills and honing her ability as a hunter to be met by the need and demand of others.<br />
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:: This continued until the ships were rebuilt and the island reconnected to the rest of Eorzea. Then Staelufre left, wanderlust unable to be sated. She continued to work as a hunter for hire for a small time, building a thin and unimportant network of people who knew her by face if not by name. She abandoned it, however, when Revenant's Toll was being formed. Instead she returned to Siehrova and two journeyed there, to a place where Siehrova's genius and thirsty for knowledge could be met on a frontier that would also excite her more than any dusty library. For a time, Staelufre remained in Mor Dhona withe her sister. She did little other than wander and explore, doting upon her other half until such time that she became too thirsty for the hunt again.<br />
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====<div style="padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Present</div>====<br />
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:: So she left. She regathered her structure of hunting for meager favors or bits of gil, for things that she could not make or find herself in the wild. This was when she came to find, from Vilsewaen, that the long-left apprentice Renee Becquerel had started a Free Company. While the name the Coral Sea was appeasing to her, what truly interested her was the name of their home. It was named in her honor, supposedly, and while her desire to be free and away from any form of civilization was strong... the compulsion to see such a strange thing was stronger. So Staelufre wandered for her first time into the Mist, and quickly became lost.<br />
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:: This was where she met [[L'aenoh Tia]]. Through a quick spiral of events, he introduced her to many others of the Coral Sea. Their relationship becoming something strong, she remained near to the Mist - begrudgingly - to also remain near him. Her first impression of the people was unpleasant. They commonly referred to her as "Zhen's replacement" or "stray", and it happened so often and with so much repetition she accepted it as the views of all those who lived within walls. Dejected and hurt by their actions and calloused attitudes, Staelufre withdrew even further from any want to be apart of the Coral Sea or its people.<br />
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:: It took much convincing and debate before L'aenoh was able to get Staelufre to join the Coral Sea's roster. She still argues that she's not properly a member. In her eyes, she has never been fully socially accepted. Yet she is officially documented in their applications, so is technically a member. Being with the Coral Sea has expanded those she met, as well, to most everyone that she currently knows. While she disappears for long times to hunt or do whatever else she wishes, she does commonly return to the Free Company house either for its luxuries or its company.<br />
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:: Even more recent, she's been traveling to the Goblet on a frequenct basis. There is a select few of people who have caught her interest, and that she's certain hold answers they may not be sure that they have. As ever, she has a habit of finding ill fortune and then diving into it even deeper.<br />
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* She has a habit of naming people, and will eagerly explain the names she's given and their meaning to great detail.<br />
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* Her favorite food is cake. Specifically rolanberry and chocolate flavored.<br />
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* Odds are, if someone's in good standing with her, she will do almost anything that they request of her.<br />
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* If you give her sweets, expect her to always look to you for more. (Don't feed stray cats, kids!)<br />
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* Some of her other names include:<br />
:: J'adaeza Tyraka<br />
:: Skaenliht Lysmerl<br />
:: Klynskaet Lysmerl<br />
:: Steigifenix Lysmerl<br />
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''Some of these rumors are untrue or are greatly exaggerated. Please feel free to add your own rumors under PC!''<br />
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<div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #90AB76;">◢ Common and easily overheard, use freely</div></b><br />
: <font style="color:#90AB76;" size="3">■</font> "She's odd. Doesn't speak well, and ran off soon as she got her booze. At least she paid," <i>Merchant at Aleport</i><br />
: <font style="color:#90AB76;" size="3">■</font> "Ah, aye, I know 'er. Got charged with poaching once. I remember, 'cause next day we found a couple of Redbellies hangin' from the trees not far off the road. Took forever to get 'em down," <i>Woodwailer in Central Shroud</i><br />
: <font style="color:#90AB76;" size="3">■</font> "Yeah, she comes through here often. Sometimes she doesn't have gil and ends up having to barter pieces of jewelry. Her boyfriend or husband or someone always comes around a day or two later to buy the jewelry back," <i>Ferryman at Vesper Bay</i><br />
: <font style="color:#90AB76;" size="3">■</font> "Sometimes she stops here, but never to take a chocobo. Avoids the damn things like the plague," <i>Any Choco-keep in the Sanctuaries</i><br />
: <font style="color:#90AB76;" size="3">■</font> "I keep telling her: No fishing in the ponds! You know what, when you find her, tell her that for me!" <i>Frustrated Adder in Lavender Beds</i><br />
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<b><div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #F37E1D;">◢ Moderately difficult to overhear, use sparingly or ask first</div></b><br />
: <font style="color:#F37E1D;" size="3">■</font> "She's a poor thing. Sometimes she likes to soak in the waters here before she goes to trade over by the Wanderer's Palace. Her back is just a travesty for something so cute," <i>Worker at Camp Bronze Lake</i><br />
: <font style="color:#F37E1D;" size="3">■</font> "You know, it's funny, I saw 'er 'round 'ere a lot. Just hangin' out, talkin' to th' farmers. Then up an' disappears. Ain't seen 'er since," <i>Farmer at Summerford Farms</i><br />
: <font style="color:#F37E1D;" size="3">■</font> "Ah, yeah, I've seen her. Well, heard is more like... Those two cats are damned loud..." <i>Grimacing Yellowjacket Who Works Near the Eyes</i><br />
: <font style="color:#F37E1D;" size="3">■</font> "That pink one? She comes in about once a moon to buy some cake. Real skittish, but always tips well!" <i>Chef in the Bismark</i><br />
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<b><div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #D83018;">◢ Very difficult or rarely overheard, ask before using</div></b><br />
: <font style="color:#D83018;" size="3">■</font> "I don't know why, but sometimes she leaves offerings at Thal's Shrine. Won't speak to anyone, either. Just walks in and spends a few bells in silence only to leave," <i>Brass Blade on Highbridge</i><br />
: <font style="color:#D83018;" size="3">■</font> "Is the damnest thing. She looks just like one of my tribe sisters... But I could have sworn her dead," <i>Hard-working Tia in Wineport</i><br />
: <font style="color:#D83018;" size="3">■</font> "I know the name. Commissioned some unique weapons. All pretty confidential, I'm afraid," <i>Blacksmith in Limsa Lominsa</i><br />
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<b><div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #aac5b4;">◢ Rumors from the character's of other players</div></b><br />
: <font style="color:#aac5b4;" size="3">■</font> "Arcane magic around her? Forget about it. She's like... Way too angry about something involving it," <i>[[Harper Brightwind]]</i><br />
: <font style="color:#aac5b4;" size="3">■</font> "I'm fairly certain she has little to no respect for the dead. Or for the living. Or any value for life itself given how quick she treats folk. And I'm pretty sure she doesn't know anything about privacy or secrets. Ever. Journals included," <i>[[Chaska Dakwhil]]</i><br />
: <font style="color:#aac5b4;" size="3">■</font> "The pink one? She's absolutely terrified of me for some reason or another. Poor dear. I believe someone asked me if I might be there to take her away or something of the like. I am not quite sure why since we have never really met," <i>[[J'nangho Jhimei]]</i><br />
: <font style="color:#aac5b4;" size="3">■</font>"She is blessed with a lot of drive and ambition, all fueled with good cause. Lady Staelufre will take in everything around her, dare say some knowledge without reflecting on it becomes only chaos, though. Shall always try to be there and bring clarity to all her goals; may I never fail to protect her from the poisons." <i>[[Jancis Milburga]]</i><br />
: <font style="color:#aac5b4;" size="3">■</font>"Oh! Stae! They call her 'the Huntress'. Well, at least I call her that. Anyroads, she knows things. Things about predators and prey that I've only... felt but couldn't put to words. To say she's like magic on the hunt is doing a disservice to her instinctual talent. She's more miqo'te than my Matron." <i>[[R'sass Thras]]</i><br />
: <font style="color:#aac5b4;" size="3">■</font>"She know more about roegadyns than me. Her father is miqo'te with roegadyn inside. She lived with stars. She is most magic person I know but she not use it...I think. She make me feel life is different from how know. Give her fruit and share stories! Will like and have very many funs!" <i>[[Flickering Ember]]</i><br />
: <font style="color:#aac5b4;" size="3">■</font>"Don't turn your back on her; she'll leap upon it in an instant." <i>[[Brynhilde Wulf]]</i><br />
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: <center><font style="color:#000000;" size="3">♥</font> Physical Attraction <font style="color:#F02311;" size="3">♥</font> Romantic Desire <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font> Platonic Love <font style="color:#F0F078;" size="3">♥</font> Worship </center> <br />
: <center><font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> Good Standing <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> Neutral <font style="color:#C24640;" size="3">●</font> Poor Standing</center><br />
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: <font style="color:#F02311;" size="3">♥</font> <font style="color:#000000;" size="3">♥</font> [[L'aenoh Tia]]: "Ganzjaega Riklifaeld" : A man she met in the Mist. Their beginnings were rather rough, though both held an attraction for the other since the moment they met. After some struggle with a rather cruel Keeper named Hnaba, they came together and bonded in a way neither expected. Ever since, the two have been inseparable. Staelufre has come to love him in true. She has no plans to deviate from his side, and goes to great lengths to ensure his safety. They were married on Feburary 28th.<br />
: <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font> [[Vilsewaen Steinhoh]]: Her father, her mentor, her brother. He is the person Staelufre respects the most in her life, and strives to be like. It is a constant disappointment to her that she cannot follow in his footsteps, or become precisely alike him. Almost everything she does is to give him pride and prove herself worthy in his eyes.<br />
: <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font> [[Siehrova Brynstymm]]: Her sister. Staelufre is wildly protective of her intelligent and kind kin. Their shared history has forged their bond into something that is unbreakable. She values Siehrova for her intelligence and quick wit, and admires her for being able to do so many things that she cannot even conceive possible. While her sister works on various projects in Mor Dhona, almost always consisting of magitek, Staelufre makes sure to provide her sister with every comfort and need she could ask for.<br />
: <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font> [[Renee Becquerel]]: "Wakkeyha Syngronn" : Her sister, her rival. She is the apprentice of her father and her natural affinity to truth and ownership of the Echo has made Wakkeyha the favorite of Vilsewaen. In this, Staelufre is constantly jealous of her and irritated of her natural prowess with mysticism. She sees in Renee all the things she wishes she can be, and yet her sister is blissfully ignorant of such facts. Renee's fawning and doting over Staelufre as her own sister only makes her feel guilty of this, and oddly endeared to the woman.<br />
: <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font> [[Tiergan Vashir]]: "Wynztier Eifaufre" : A brother, strong and bound by both love and loyalty. Originally a strange man, she became endeared to him after a long talk about the Lotus. Some of his earnest personality began to shine, and with it Staelufre saw someone of noble heart. She has since followed him throughout much of Eorzea on bizarre adventures to save friends or return them home. He has since named her "Steigifenix", and they've become bound in a sibling-like love for one another.<br />
: <font style="color:#F0F078;" size="3">♥</font> [[Telos]]: "Guolstyrm Grymhoh" : Someone who holds the answers to many of her questions. He's treated her fairly, and kindly, and for this she holds to him a sense of loyalty. There's something that makes others frightened of him, but whatever wariness this caused has been abandoned. He has earned to her a place in her heart as an idol: Someone she is willing to follow without question and with idealistic devotion and has come to accept him as a man who will be God.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Jancis Milburga]]: "Solkeim Brynroega" : Her friend. Jancis and she first met through L'aenoh, and the healer has proved nothing but kind and stalwart. Even in the heat of battle or its gross after-effects, the woman never seems to waver. Even in the grossest of situations, Jancis is a shining beacon for her to orient herself. Staelufre remains loyal to her, and has never had cause to question this. She plans to ever be.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Ja'ren A'lenthin]]: "Arengybet Haerzhylt" : Their relationship begun on a rocky note. Miscommunication and estranged feelings made the two incapable of seeing eye-to-eye at first. Yet, when entrusting Ja'ren with a mysterious Void artefact, the two began a strange journey that solidified their friendship. Unexpected circumstances brought them even closer, and Ja'ren teaches her much of her magick and control over it. She ever admired Ja'ren, though also finds him foolish at times.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Zaius Rhal'seer]]: "Doenruht Formnwust" : Staelufre's teacher. After Zaius insulted her mate by beating him in battle and tying him to a bed, she sought Zaius out to seek revenge. With original intentions of killing him, she was instead impressed by his technique and strength. After agreeing to teach her, and a couple lessons, she's come to trust the Keeper entirely. He shows to her an amount of care and yet willingness to let her learn. Because of that, she gives him an amount of blind faith many would advise against.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Teld're Eska'aldren]]: "Myrganais Gesprheti" : The seer, as she called him, is a strange and recent friend. He is mercurial and ever-shifting. In just one sun, she saw many sides to the man and is fascinated by each of them. The curiosity likewise expands to his various mysteries and entanglements he's entered himself in. She has spent an increasing amount of time in his company and the company of his friends, and each moment has only made her loyalty to him grow. She is determined to be a stalwart friend at his side.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Mikh'a Elakha]]: "Saelbwaent Sylbtoum" : The gentle shadow was someone who first left his mark after healing her during her original spar with Aiouxdaux. The experience was a painful one, but after meeting a second and third time, he won her over with his quiet presence and gentle gestures. She is desperate to learn magick from him, and to please him, and to be a great many things. She admires Mikh'a in the way she admires Telos: She wishes to both emulate him and make him proud of her at the same time.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Aiouxdaux Beaumont]]: "Weichnsthal Merlnebel" : The dervish doctore was someone she first bonded with after a sparring bout that had left both of them nearly dead. She understands him rather well, despite knowing so little of him. She thinks him someone of great amusement and deadly skill, and so looks up to him quite a bit. He seems to have many heartaches, and the two have shared no small amounts of promises between each other. She recognizes him as both peer and leader, as someone who she shall fall behind in combat and leap towards in conversation. He's a beacon, to her, though she worries what will happen when the sorrow he hides swallows him up.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[J'azhar Tia]]: "Blynulm Wakknberk" : Introduced to her through Sylas, the young member of Jackal tribe was originally supposed to be a source of information. He quickly charmed her not only with a sense of his kindness for their mutual friends, but also his innocent manner of speech. It seems their friend circles have merged, for which Staelufre is only thankful, as she's ultimately fond of J'azhar's fretting and warm personality. She is envious of him, for it seems everyone is loving and affectionate of J'azhar, and yet she also is so utterly endeared by a man she views as whole and perfect that she wishes him to think well of her in return.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Leanne Delphium]]: "Weinspaer" : The appointed "best friend". After having scolded Staelufre on ill social behavior, L'aenoh assigned the two of them to be friends from then on out. It's been somewhat uncertain ground, but the hat-clad woman is such a different presence that Staelufre help but agree she's fine friend material. Much is unknown about Leanne, though she manages to keep amusing Staelufre.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Faolan Woodlock]]: "Nezelcwin" : A man she hardly knows. He smells of campfire smoke and forests. This initial impression leads Staelufre to wanting to know more. After recent events that led her to witness Faolan's way of healing, and the knowledge he witnessed Dhemgeim's death, she's only more intent on prying beneath that mask of his.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Flickering Ember]]: This roegadyn is someone Staelufre very much wants to impress and become friends with. They seem to have a parallel in their histories that makes her feel akin to the blind girl, but at the same time Ember can come across so innocent that Staelufre is afraid of breaking her. To Staelufre, it creates a strange dance of coming close to her emotionally, and also holding her out at arm's length.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[R'sass Thras]]: Her student. A young miqo'te whose tribe has disbanded, she was intent on learning to hunt. The reverence Sass has for her is baffling and, as she believes it, misguided. But it is still a pleasant and entertaining thing to teach another her methods of hunting.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[R'ostam Tia]]: Relative to R'sass, Staelufre finds him hot-headed and brash. His silent behavior, she knows, is entirely a front for a confused and conflicted young man. She hopes to teach him a little of fighting, though also knows that she is by far the least capable of giving him what he needs to know to make a better life outside the tribe.<br />
: <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> [[Memeli Meli]]: "Toffvann" : A powerful lalafell and magnificent braggart. She holds little respect for this person, but does recognize in her the potential to do much. They haven't shared much but in passing, though Memeli's ability to find trouble and also find her way out is always worthy of admiration.<br />
: <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> [[Finecia Hawke]]: "Blahntrachyn" : A peculiar hyur. Staelufre does not trust Finecia in the way she would never fully trust a dragon. Though she wears her past plainly, there is always an uncertainty to what happening in Finecia's mind. She is, at least, a reliable healer.<br />
: <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> [[R'lexia Thras]]: "Lihtleita" : A quiet miqo'te who has not revealed much about herself. While she is Finecia's mate, Staelufre is not yet sure of Lexia's mettle. She seems determined, but there is a weakness and hesitance in her actions that makes Staelufre wonder.<br />
: <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> [[Chaska Dakwhil]]: "Tenkoeya" : Ja'ren's mate and a person Staelufre always wonders about. While mute, her wisdom and cunning is unprecedented. Or because it is because of her inability to talk that Chaska has a way of thinking unparalleled. Either way, Staelufre owes deep respect to Chaska, though knows the two of them are unlikely to ever become friends.<br />
: <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> [[Franz Renatus]]: "Iyrnfystsyn" : After having dealt with an unpleasant elezen, the two came to a mutual understanding. She does not truly wonder after the man, but does at times wonder at his strength. He has, at the very least, the presence enough for her to take his word as truth.<br />
: <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> [[Oscare Iono]]: "Blanabrenn" : Another she knows to be a Garlean. She does not particularly care for this dark-skinned hyur, but he has never done anything to upset her either. At best, she knows him as Jancis' friend.<br />
: <font style="color:#C24640;" size="3">●</font> [[Tausenadel Geispyrsyn]]: "Wybhaerz" : An officer of the Coral Sea. Upon their first meeting, he seemed kind enough, though at their second and every meeting after, he insists on calling her "Stray". Staelufre has expressed her displeasure with this sentiment, and refuses to forgive him for being unable to listen to her or respect her.<br />
: <font style="color:#C24640;" size="3">●</font> [[Sigurd Rainecourt]]: "Bremlohr" : A pitiful little hyur. His weakness makes her dislike and distaste for him very obvious. She thinks that it is a shame, for he has many strong allies, but will never reach to such heights himself. She currently wants to kill him.<br />
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===<div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #EB9F9F;font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Footnotes</div>===<br />
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: Tumblr: http://stillshore.tumblr.com<br />
: Faceclaim: [http://stillshore.tumblr.com/post/109046339712/emilybador-emily-bador-for-lizzy-clothing-by Emily Bador]<br />
: Voiceclaim: [https://youtu.be/V1CjxQXXA7o NieR - Song of the Ancients Devola]<br />
: Theme Music: [http://youtu.be/TpUP0jjicqY You Are the Moon - The Hush Sound]<br />
: Theme Music: [http://youtu.be/VKrYOUhOeaI Hope in the Air - Laura Marling]<br />
: Theme Music: [http://youtu.be/6k8es2BNloE Little Black Submarines - The Black Keys]<br />
: Theme Music: [http://youtu.be/TybeFBV7awc Upside Down - Paloma Faith]<br />
: Love Song: [http://youtu.be/oP-H36bsK2M A Thousand Years - Christina Perri (Cover by Angela July)]<br />
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: Template by [[Bancroft Gairn]]</div>Dhemgeimhttps://wiki.ffxiv-roleplayers.com/index.php?title=Staelufre_Lysmerl&diff=83927Staelufre Lysmerl2015-04-07T20:06:24Z<p>Dhemgeim: added flickering ember!</p>
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{{Infobox-character<br />
| name = Staelufre Lysmerl<br />
| image = Staewikiprofile.png<br />
| imagewidth = 250<br />
| caption = "May prey find your path."<br />
| gender = Female<br />
| citizenship = N/A<br />
| race = Miqo'te<br />
| clan = Seeker of the Sun<br />
| stat_1 = Age<br />
| stat_1_value = Mid-twenties<br />
| stat_2 = Sexuality<br />
| stat_2_value = Heterosexual<br />
| stat_3 = Occupation<br />
| stat_3_value = Hunter<br />
| stat_4 = Height/Weight<br />
| stat_4_value = 5 fulms, 0 ilms / 110 ponze<br />
| stat_5 = Diety <br />
| stat_5_value = Halone, the Fury<br />
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'''Staelufre Lysmerl''' (pronounced /stail-OU-frey LEES-mar-ill/) was born on 10th Sun of the 5th Umbral Era (October 10th). Her name means "Still Shore of the Bright Sea". She is a miqo'te who was born to one of the vagrant Jackal tribes in La Noscea, wandering through much of Eorzea with them during her childhood. She has kept the affinity to remaining in the wilderness over any form of civilization to this day, and has a very odd way of speaking.<br />
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===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #EB9F9F;font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Basic Info</div>===<br />
Not everyone can understand or relate to Staelufre. This is, at times, exceedingly frustrating to her. She speaks with a parlance that was invented and perfected by a hermit, and thus the mannerisms she uses are very foreign and often leading to misunderstanding. She has, however, been getting lessons on how to speak easier and has begun to become acquainted with a more common cant. Only adding to her oddities, she will avoid cities at a very unreasonable rate. At times, she also forgoes the comfort of houses and chooses to disappear into the wilderness for suns at a time. She prefers alcohol and fighting to any sort of minimal comfort, and excels in agility over brute strength or magick. Because Staelufre is terrible at remembering names, she often gives people her own "nicknames" derived from the roegadyn language.<br />
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:<small>''"He is prey; weak, frightened and unable to fight his way free. He becomes terrified and runs into the briars, then complains when they get caught in his fur. Such rabbits do not deserve pity, or mercy."''<br />
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:''"Oft, you are taken by the deep and churning tides. As they pull you below, to tumble you about, you must not fight. The sea is as nourishing as she is treacherous."''<br />
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:''"I find no small comfort in the shores of my kin. The apprentice and his bannermen honor me with mine namesake, but it is ever the freedom of the sea that I give myself to."''</small><br />
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: <font style="color:#F7A29E;" size="3">■</font> Outdoors<br />
: <font style="color:#F7A29E;" size="3">■</font> Sweets<br />
: <font style="color:#F7A29E;" size="3">■</font> Knives<br />
: <font style="color:#F7A29E;" size="3">■</font> Pink<br />
: <font style="color:#F7A29E;" size="3">■</font> Fighting<br />
: <font style="color:#F7A29E;" size="3">■</font> Dresses<br />
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: <font style="color:#F3C6B9;" size="3">■</font> Crowds (and similarly loud noises)<br />
: <font style="color:#F3C6B9;" size="3">■</font> Cowardice<br />
: <font style="color:#F3C6B9;" size="3">■</font> Cities / tribes<br />
: <font style="color:#F3C6B9;" size="3">■</font> Authority<br />
: <font style="color:#F3C6B9;" size="3">■</font> Extravagance<br />
: <font style="color:#F3C6B9;" size="3">■</font> Loneliness<br />
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: <font style="color:#FAEDDF;" size="3">■</font> Perceptive to truer intentions<br />
: <font style="color:#FAEDDF;" size="3">■</font> Hunting<br />
: <font style="color:#FAEDDF;" size="3">■</font> Endurance or agility exercises<br />
: <font style="color:#FAEDDF;" size="3">■</font> Whittling<br />
: <font style="color:#FAEDDF;" size="3">■</font> Going, or remaining, largely unseen<br />
: <font style="color:#FAEDDF;" size="3">■</font> Singing<br />
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===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #EB9F9F;font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Appearance & Personality</div>===<br />
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: Staelufre cuts a slight figure, but nothing about her short stature is wasted. She is muscled and athletic in build, though short. Her skin is tanned and golden in complexion from both heritage and a great many days in the sun. With naturally pink hair and tail, though neither accept to being tried to tame. Her hair is fluffy and wild, and so often cut short or bound down by clips. Usually, after hunting, it's also caked in mud. Even more stunning than a girl with pink hair are her gold eyes. They glare at most of the world from behind long lashes, sharp and stripping. Even with the round face and fat, up-turned nose, the gentleness of her face is ruined by such intruding eyes.<br />
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: In almost all situations Staelufre's garbed lightly, wearing little more armor than leather. If there's any metal to her outfit, it is to reinforce weak points such as her shins or forearms. Never does Staelufre show her back, as across it is an uneven and encompassing scar that stretches from shoulders to lower back. More scars mar her arms and hands, though she also commonly wears gloves. Staelufre never goes anywhere without at least a knife, either hidden or plain, and cannot stand to equally part comfortable realms without her most precious ring.<br />
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: Staelufre most often stands slouched or with arms crossed, especially when in the presence of others. In crowds she is withdrawn, quiet and in corners. Anything more than five or six others and Staelufre simply tends to leave. She does not, under many circumstances, go into cities or crowded areas. She fears large numbers of people after being so withdrawn from civilization. It is to a point where she resents and hates any form of building or city, even at times preaching against the luxury of society. While she believes her words, she does also enjoy the luxuries that homes can provide. Beds and showers are much better than roots and cold lakes.<br />
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: In one word, a sum of her personality would be paradox. She is innocent and violent, both a hunter and likewise utterly feminine. She is harsh in her truths, and warm in her lies. Staelufre is both wise when it comes to others, and utterly ignorant in how to interact with them. Introspective, yet starved for friendship. Should anyone offer her kindness, she will eagerly drink it up and follow at their heels thereafter. Being alone for so long has both driven her to want freedom and to equally want camaraderie. <br />
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: One thing that is less fluid and contrary is her perspective on other people. People are either weak or strong, prey or hunters. Those who are prey she pities and sees no value in. Those who are hunters, she respects. Respect does not always mean Staelufre likes or trust them, however. After spending so long in the wild, she knows very well how to discern who is stronger and how to avoid confrontation. Unfortunately, she also strives to better herself at nearly every turn, so often has a deliberate cause and wish to throw herself into unfair situations just to come out stronger. This often makes her come across as rash, when the acts are in fact deliberate and she's always keenly aware of the very real danger of dying.<br />
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: If in situations when speaking to an individual person she trusts, Staelufre's personality truly shines through. Her words are eloquent and well-chosen, her loyalty is unbearably strong, and her optimism unyielding. She gives advice as best she can and admits ignorance when she cannot. Pride does, at times, keep her from asking for help when she needs it. When speaking to an individual that Staelufre dislikes, she becomes guarded and calloused. Her words are gated, capable of meaning anything, and her lies are so smooth it's impossible to tell them from the half-true metaphors. Her ability to command her emotions in front of those who she deems weaker is impressive, as is her capability of detaching value to their life. Those who are weak, in her opinion, are better off dead. Should Staelufre be speaking, however, individually with a person she doesn't yet know well, she'll always regard them in the way she would regard a new hunting territory. Assessing their weaknesses and prying for strengths, seeking the balance of their personality to determine whether or not they are worth her time.<br />
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===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #EB9F9F;font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Combat</div>===<br />
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: Staelufre does not fight other people very well. She is more akin to the hunt, to employing stealth and surprise, than to fighting others one-on-one. The thrill of battle still runs hot through her, however, and she always enjoys a good fight. Even if it means getting beaten black and blue, she'll take on an opponent if nothing more than for the experience of it. Because of her inexperience in direct combat, she relies mostly on her larger skills. This would be agility and speed. Not getting hit is the biggest name of her game, and while she can take a couple blows they wear her down quickly. Training for combat is not much in hefting weapons and striking dummies. She trains for flexibility and endurance. Running, stretching, climbing; unorthodox things that keep her body in shape but often don't translate into direct physical combat.<br />
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: Primarily, to defeat an opponent, Staelufre uses daggers. She looks for openings in armor first, and exploits any vulnerable spots. Due to being spry and nimble, reaching odd places isn't very difficult. What is difficult is getting close enough to cut without getting hit. So after a few slashes, Staelufre tends to back off and exhaust her opponent by letting them bleed out. To opponents she aims to kill rather than simply defeat, she usually aims for the neck or their gut. Blood is not something the miqo'te is shy of. If she aims to kill as well, it is even less likely that Staelufre will approach an opponent directly.<br />
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===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #EB9F9F;font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Biography</div>===<br />
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=====<div style="padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Tribal Years</div>=====<br />
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:: Born daughter of J'tyraka Nuhn in the jungles of La Noscea as J'adaeza, she had a relatively blissful childhood. Their tribe was exceedingly small, no more than forty people at once, and strictly nomadic. Primarily they traveled through La Noscea, but in her lifetime did build small crafts to carry them across the waters to find new hunting grounds in the Black Shroud. Because of the fact they were so small, it was required for every member of the tribe to be trained and responsible for many aspects of the community. From small things such as building fires, or to larger things such as teaching the children. It was expected, in her tribe, for men and women to both be able to hunt as well as mend wounds.<br />
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:: As with all the other children, being trained to be a productive member of the tribe begun as soon as infancy ended. Her life was relatively easy, for all that a nomadic tribal life could be. She did not excel very well when it came to cooking or skinning creatures. She did not have much patience to learn to stitch clothes back together, and was often scolded for playing too roughly with the other children. Yet one day, she was brought to her mother's tent and given a choice of weaponry. This would be the weapon she would wield for the rest of her life in the tribe, trained in it until it became as much part of her as a limb. Only then would she be allowed to hunt. J'adaeza chose a spear, which was too large for her scrawny form, but stubbornly kept to it.<br />
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:: To those of younger ages, one of the more experienced Tias became their teacher. He taught them how to use the weapons they chose, in a strict yet not unkind manner. J'adaeza at this time was awful with the spear. She commonly dropped it, or was much too loud when carrying it around. She was scolded almost constantly, given extra exercises to learn her weapon better, and not allowed to return to the fires until she finished them. It was punishing, but also rewarding. So early in age, she didn't become bitter by the experience, but instead elevated to enjoy the push of her body. To wield the spear was not a natural thing to the tiny pink-haired girl, but she progressed and became decent at it. Once proficient enough, the Tia then began to train her in hunting tactics and strategies. How to step quietly and place traps, the knowledge of sensing danger and so forth.<br />
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:: At ten, as is traditional in her tribe, J'adaeza was taken on her first hunting trip. She was not permitted to strike at any creatures or wander on her own. She stuck closely to the side of one of the mature hunters, and while much of what she learned was applied, she found she had much more to learn. The thrill of the hunt sunk quickly and deeply in her heart, however, and it soon took her over. She became obsessed with hunting, and decided after but a few meager years of training to dedicate her life to it.<br />
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:: This went against her tribe's custom, however. When J'adaeza's more relaxed chores and duties began to wane in favor to her hunting, she was taken aside and spoken to. At first, they only expressed concerned. Then, when she ignored their words and abandoned her other disciplines in arrogant need for the sport, they began to punish her in true. As an adolescent who, as pre-teens tend to be, was absolutely certain she knew what was best for her, J'azaeda rebelled against the obedience they demanded from her. This was not an uncommon thing at her age, even in the tribe, but it was still disruptive to a community so small. She was frustratingly single-minded and stuck to it. So one evening, after a particularly bad spat with her aunt, she decided to leave the tribe.<br />
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:: Leaving itself wasn't terribly traumatic to J'adaeza. The tribe, at the time, was on a particularly wealthy streak in the Shroud. She took a sufficient amount of foodstuffs and her spear, and set off at the opposite direction. It was liberating, for a while, until she found that one of her half-sisters trailing slowly after her. Having heard of J'adaeza's leaving, J'adisa had soon departed for her own reasoning. Guilt and familial obligation forced her to look over this other girl, who had no skill in hunting or fighting.<br />
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=====<div style="padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Death</div>=====<br />
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:: While J'adaeza and J'adisa traveled back to La Noscea, they found that life without a tribe was more difficult than previously imagined. While J'adaeza was a fair enough hunter, she was poor at every other practical application. Her rebellion became her own punishment, as her sister and her struggled to feed themselves or find proper campsites. There were many close calls to unsavory sorts and rabid beastmen, and J'adaeza gathered many colorful stories about swiping equipment from unsuspecting travelers.<br />
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:: During such a colorful tale, she managed to cross paths with the wrong sort of folk. The story involved behind to why, and how the events unfolded, tends to change with each evolution of the story in present day; suggesting a reluctance to admit why or perhaps even a true confusion as to its truth. But what she does always tell, and seem to recall accurately, is the mutilation of her back. Tossed into the sea of Vylbrand, she nearly drowned. Miracle of miracles, she survived. Washed upon the beach with her back quickly growing an infection. Time for her at this point grew wildly inconsistent. A fever over-took her and she wandered in search of shelter or help. Her body was dying, already weak from her time in the water and what she was certain had been her death. Now, she was experiencing the agony of dying all over again.<br />
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:: Here is where [[Vilsewaen Steinhoh]] rescued the dying miqo'te. She had no idea, for a long time, that she was even in the care of anyone. He tended to her in one of his camps in the lowlands of Vylbrand until she recovered enough to become lucid and aware of her situation. They spoke, and while she was still too weak to move did tell him of her sister and where their campsite had been before her near-fatal accident. J'adisa came immediately and helped Vilsewaen tend to J'adaeza. He spoke strangely, but treated them kindly, and offered more than enough hospitality that they felt comfortable staying at his side.<br />
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====<div style="padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Rebirth</div>====<br />
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:: Though the two half-sisters did not intend to stay with Vilsewaen long, his proficiency of living alone was more than they had. When he offered to teach them, they ended up agreeing. Thus it was that the two came under his tutelage, and the tutelage became something more. His patience and lack of social skills were precisely the right combination of dry and kind that the two bonded with. So when Vilsewaen, the wandering hermit that he is, said he was climbing higher to the La Noscean mountains he took J'adaeza and J'adisa with him.<br />
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:: There is where J'adaeza's birth into Staelufre became apparent. Though she may had been on the physical brink of death before, with Vilsewaen's help she finally accepted that she will never again be part of a tribe. And as the hermit accepted these two lost girls into his care, he gave to them his traditions and philosophies as well. So J'adaeza and J'adisa came to be known, respectively, as Staelufre Lysmerl and Siehrova Brynstymm. The women were encouraged to be free and study whatever pursuit came to their heart, while their new father ensured their welfare and ability to look after themselves. So they developed into two opposites. Where Staelufre was wild, Siehrova was patient: Where Staelufre learned and strengthened her body, Siehrova was curious and expanded her mind. The two were dawn and dusk, and they both loved Vilsewaen as if he were the sky itself.<br />
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:: The three were very happy for a long time. As was his nature, Vilsewaen would often leave the two to wander. Even attached to others, he was still a hermit at heart. But Staelufre and Siehrova did not seem to mind. Their growth became exponential as they explored the mountains of La Noscea, alone and away from any civilization. The two bonded until their differences expanded and then compounded, both taking pieces of each other until neither were sure which one began and the other ended. These are the happiest memories to Staelufre, with her ever-present sister and her wayward father. Each so dear to her that she would have rather died than be left without them in the world.<br />
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:: Eventually Staelufre and Siehrova left La Noscea. Vilsewaen went with them as far as the Shroud, and from there they wandered to Coerthas. The cold weather did not suit Siehrova, but the stars fascinated her sister. Staelufre had always been fascinated by stars and their clarity in these northern grounds stole her heart away. They wandered wherever they wished, though often returned to their "home" in the mountains.<br />
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====<div style="padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">The Calamity</div>====<br />
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:: About four years before the Calamity fell, Vilsewaen took in another rogue soul. While Staelufre isn't sure where the old man found [[Renee Becquerel]] - who was then Renaud - he certainly came to become a large figurehead for the elezen. The then-named Wakkeyha Syngronn became Vilsewaen's apprentice. This excited the first time Staelufre ever felt jealousy in another person. She had always thought of her father as belonging to their family, and here was an interloper to steal Vilsewaen's time and ideals away from their already precious moments. It frustrated her, and she harbored equal envy that Renee had the Echo while she did not. So when the Garlean forces threatened their doorstep and Renee announced her leave, Staelufre was overjoyed... until Vilsewaen announced he was leaving as well.<br />
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:: She remained in the mountains of La Noscea until after Dalamud hit. Then she waited longer for Vilsewaen to return. Eventually, she became too anxious and left - parting with Siehrova for the first time in years. She traveled, seeing the cruelty and savagery that was brought on with total desolation. While uninterested in helping cities to rebuild and regrow, she did know that her skills as a hunter would do many well. So Staelufre took up many odd jobs, expanding her skills and honing her ability as a hunter to be met by the need and demand of others.<br />
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:: This continued until the ships were rebuilt and the island reconnected to the rest of Eorzea. Then Staelufre left, wanderlust unable to be sated. She continued to work as a hunter for hire for a small time, building a thin and unimportant network of people who knew her by face if not by name. She abandoned it, however, when Revenant's Toll was being formed. Instead she returned to Siehrova and two journeyed there, to a place where Siehrova's genius and thirsty for knowledge could be met on a frontier that would also excite her more than any dusty library. For a time, Staelufre remained in Mor Dhona withe her sister. She did little other than wander and explore, doting upon her other half until such time that she became too thirsty for the hunt again.<br />
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====<div style="padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Present</div>====<br />
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:: So she left. She regathered her structure of hunting for meager favors or bits of gil, for things that she could not make or find herself in the wild. This was when she came to find, from Vilsewaen, that the long-left apprentice Renee Becquerel had started a Free Company. While the name the Coral Sea was appeasing to her, what truly interested her was the name of their home. It was named in her honor, supposedly, and while her desire to be free and away from any form of civilization was strong... the compulsion to see such a strange thing was stronger. So Staelufre wandered for her first time into the Mist, and quickly became lost.<br />
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:: This was where she met [[L'aenoh Tia]]. Through a quick spiral of events, he introduced her to many others of the Coral Sea. Their relationship becoming something strong, she remained near to the Mist - begrudgingly - to also remain near him. Her first impression of the people was unpleasant. They commonly referred to her as "Zhen's replacement" or "stray", and it happened so often and with so much repetition she accepted it as the views of all those who lived within walls. Dejected and hurt by their actions and calloused attitudes, Staelufre withdrew even further from any want to be apart of the Coral Sea or its people.<br />
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:: It took much convincing and debate before L'aenoh was able to get Staelufre to join the Coral Sea's roster. She still argues that she's not properly a member. In her eyes, she has never been fully socially accepted. Yet she is officially documented in their applications, so is technically a member. Being with the Coral Sea has expanded those she met, as well, to most everyone that she currently knows. While she disappears for long times to hunt or do whatever else she wishes, she does commonly return to the Free Company house either for its luxuries or its company.<br />
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:: Even more recent, she's been traveling to the Goblet on a frequenct basis. There is a select few of people who have caught her interest, and that she's certain hold answers they may not be sure that they have. As ever, she has a habit of finding ill fortune and then diving into it even deeper.<br />
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===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #EB9F9F;font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Miscellaneous</div>===<br />
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* She has a habit of naming people, and will eagerly explain the names she's given and their meaning to great detail.<br />
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* Her favorite food is cake. Specifically rolanberry and chocolate flavored.<br />
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* Odds are, if someone's in good standing with her, she will do almost anything that they request of her.<br />
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* If you give her sweets, expect her to always look to you for more. (Don't feed stray cats, kids!)<br />
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* Some of her other names include:<br />
:: J'adaeza Tyraka<br />
:: Skaenliht Lysmerl<br />
:: Klynskaet Lysmerl<br />
:: Steigifenix Lysmerl<br />
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<div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #F3C6B9;font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;"><center>''Rumours''</center></div></span></h3><br />
''Some of these rumors are untrue or are greatly exaggerated. Please feel free to add your own rumors under PC!''<br />
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<div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #90AB76;">◢ Common and easily overheard, use freely</div></b><br />
: <font style="color:#90AB76;" size="3">■</font> "She's odd. Doesn't speak well, and ran off soon as she got her booze. At least she paid," <i>Merchant at Aleport</i><br />
: <font style="color:#90AB76;" size="3">■</font> "Ah, aye, I know 'er. Got charged with poaching once. I remember, 'cause next day we found a couple of Redbellies hangin' from the trees not far off the road. Took forever to get 'em down," <i>Woodwailer in Central Shroud</i><br />
: <font style="color:#90AB76;" size="3">■</font> "Yeah, she comes through here often. Sometimes she doesn't have gil and ends up having to barter pieces of jewelry. Her boyfriend or husband or someone always comes around a day or two later to buy the jewelry back," <i>Ferryman at Vesper Bay</i><br />
: <font style="color:#90AB76;" size="3">■</font> "Sometimes she stops here, but never to take a chocobo. Avoids the damn things like the plague," <i>Any Choco-keep in the Sanctuaries</i><br />
: <font style="color:#90AB76;" size="3">■</font> "I keep telling her: No fishing in the ponds! You know what, when you find her, tell her that for me!" <i>Frustrated Adder in Lavender Beds</i><br />
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<b><div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #F37E1D;">◢ Moderately difficult to overhear, use sparingly or ask first</div></b><br />
: <font style="color:#F37E1D;" size="3">■</font> "She's a poor thing. Sometimes she likes to soak in the waters here before she goes to trade over by the Wanderer's Palace. Her back is just a travesty for something so cute," <i>Worker at Camp Bronze Lake</i><br />
: <font style="color:#F37E1D;" size="3">■</font> "You know, it's funny, I saw 'er 'round 'ere a lot. Just hangin' out, talkin' to th' farmers. Then up an' disappears. Ain't seen 'er since," <i>Farmer at Summerford Farms</i><br />
: <font style="color:#F37E1D;" size="3">■</font> "Ah, yeah, I've seen her. Well, heard is more like... Those two cats are damned loud..." <i>Grimacing Yellowjacket Who Works Near the Eyes</i><br />
: <font style="color:#F37E1D;" size="3">■</font> "That pink one? She comes in about once a moon to buy some cake. Real skittish, but always tips well!" <i>Chef in the Bismark</i><br />
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<b><div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #D83018;">◢ Very difficult or rarely overheard, ask before using</div></b><br />
: <font style="color:#D83018;" size="3">■</font> "I don't know why, but sometimes she leaves offerings at Thal's Shrine. Won't speak to anyone, either. Just walks in and spends a few bells in silence only to leave," <i>Brass Blade on Highbridge</i><br />
: <font style="color:#D83018;" size="3">■</font> "Is the damnest thing. She looks just like one of my tribe sisters... But I could have sworn her dead," <i>Hard-working Tia in Wineport</i><br />
: <font style="color:#D83018;" size="3">■</font> "I know the name. Commissioned some unique weapons. All pretty confidential, I'm afraid," <i>Blacksmith in Limsa Lominsa</i><br />
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<b><div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #aac5b4;">◢ Rumors from the character's of other players</div></b><br />
: <font style="color:#aac5b4;" size="3">■</font> "Arcane magic around her? Forget about it. She's like... Way too angry about something involving it," <i>[[Harper Brightwind]]</i><br />
: <font style="color:#aac5b4;" size="3">■</font> "I'm fairly certain she has little to no respect for the dead. Or for the living. Or any value for life itself given how quick she treats folk. And I'm pretty sure she doesn't know anything about privacy or secrets. Ever. Journals included," <i>[[Chaska Dakwhil]]</i><br />
: <font style="color:#aac5b4;" size="3">■</font> "The pink one? She's absolutely terrified of me for some reason or another. Poor dear. I believe someone asked me if I might be there to take her away or something of the like. I am not quite sure why since we have never really met," <i>[[J'nangho Jhimei]]</i><br />
: <font style="color:#aac5b4;" size="3">■</font>"She is blessed with a lot of drive and ambition, all fueled with good cause. Lady Staelufre will take in everything around her, dare say some knowledge without reflecting on it becomes only chaos, though. Shall always try to be there and bring clarity to all her goals; may I never fail to protect her from the poisons." <i>[[Jancis Milburga]]</i><br />
: <font style="color:#aac5b4;" size="3">■</font>"Oh! Stae! They call her 'the Huntress'. Well, at least I call her that. Anyroads, she knows things. Things about predators and prey that I've only... felt but couldn't put to words. To say she's like magic on the hunt is doing a disservice to her instinctual talent. She's more miqo'te than my Matron." <i>[[R'sass Thras]]</i><br />
: <font style="color:#aac5b4;" size="3">■</font>"She know more about roegadyns than me. Her father is miqo'te with roegadyn inside. She lived with stars. She is most magic person I know but she not use it...I think. She make me feel life is different from how know. Give her fruit and share stories! Will like and have very many funs!" <i>[[Flickering Ember]]</i><br />
: <font style="color:#aac5b4;" size="3">■</font>"Don't turn your back on her; she'll leap upon it in an instant." <i>[[Brynhilde Wulf]]</i><br />
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: <center><font style="color:#000000;" size="3">♥</font> Physical Attraction <font style="color:#F02311;" size="3">♥</font> Romantic Desire <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font> Platonic Love <font style="color:#F0F078;" size="3">♥</font> Worship </center> <br />
: <center><font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> Good Standing <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> Neutral <font style="color:#C24640;" size="3">●</font> Poor Standing</center><br />
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: <font style="color:#F02311;" size="3">♥</font> <font style="color:#000000;" size="3">♥</font> [[L'aenoh Tia]]: "Ganzjaega Riklifaeld" : A man she met in the Mist. Their beginnings were rather rough, though both held an attraction for the other since the moment they met. After some struggle with a rather cruel Keeper named Hnaba, they came together and bonded in a way neither expected. Ever since, the two have been inseparable. Staelufre has come to love him in true. She has no plans to deviate from his side, and goes to great lengths to ensure his safety. They were married on Feburary 28th.<br />
: <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font> [[Vilsewaen Steinhoh]]: Her father, her mentor, her brother. He is the person Staelufre respects the most in her life, and strives to be like. It is a constant disappointment to her that she cannot follow in his footsteps, or become precisely alike him. Almost everything she does is to give him pride and prove herself worthy in his eyes.<br />
: <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font> [[Siehrova Brynstymm]]: Her sister. Staelufre is wildly protective of her intelligent and kind kin. Their shared history has forged their bond into something that is unbreakable. She values Siehrova for her intelligence and quick wit, and admires her for being able to do so many things that she cannot even conceive possible. While her sister works on various projects in Mor Dhona, almost always consisting of magitek, Staelufre makes sure to provide her sister with every comfort and need she could ask for.<br />
: <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font> [[Renee Becquerel]]: "Wakkeyha Syngronn" : Her sister, her rival. She is the apprentice of her father and her natural affinity to truth and ownership of the Echo has made Wakkeyha the favorite of Vilsewaen. In this, Staelufre is constantly jealous of her and irritated of her natural prowess with mysticism. She sees in Renee all the things she wishes she can be, and yet her sister is blissfully ignorant of such facts. Renee's fawning and doting over Staelufre as her own sister only makes her feel guilty of this, and oddly endeared to the woman.<br />
: <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font> [[Tiergan Vashir]]: "Wynztier Eifaufre" : A brother, strong and bound by both love and loyalty. Originally a strange man, she became endeared to him after a long talk about the Lotus. Some of his earnest personality began to shine, and with it Staelufre saw someone of noble heart. She has since followed him throughout much of Eorzea on bizarre adventures to save friends or return them home. He has since named her "Steigifenix", and they've become bound in a sibling-like love for one another.<br />
: <font style="color:#F0F078;" size="3">♥</font> [[Telos]]: "Guolstyrm Grymhoh" : Someone who holds the answers to many of her questions. He's treated her fairly, and kindly, and for this she holds to him a sense of loyalty. There's something that makes others frightened of him, but whatever wariness this caused has been abandoned. He has earned to her a place in her heart as an idol: Someone she is willing to follow without question and with idealistic devotion and has come to accept him as a man who will be God.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Jancis Milburga]]: "Solkeim Brynroega" : Her friend. Jancis and she first met through L'aenoh, and the healer has proved nothing but kind and stalwart. Even in the heat of battle or its gross after-effects, the woman never seems to waver. Even in the grossest of situations, Jancis is a shining beacon for her to orient herself. Staelufre remains loyal to her, and has never had cause to question this. She plans to ever be.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Ja'ren A'lenthin]]: "Arengybet Haerzhylt" : Their relationship begun on a rocky note. Miscommunication and estranged feelings made the two incapable of seeing eye-to-eye at first. Yet, when entrusting Ja'ren with a mysterious Void artefact, the two began a strange journey that solidified their friendship. Unexpected circumstances brought them even closer, and Ja'ren teaches her much of her magick and control over it. She ever admired Ja'ren, though also finds him foolish at times.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Zaius Rhal'seer]]: "Doenruht Formnwust" : Staelufre's teacher. After Zaius insulted her mate by beating him in battle and tying him to a bed, she sought Zaius out to seek revenge. With original intentions of killing him, she was instead impressed by his technique and strength. After agreeing to teach her, and a couple lessons, she's come to trust the Keeper entirely. He shows to her an amount of care and yet willingness to let her learn. Because of that, she gives him an amount of blind faith many would advise against.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Teld're Eska'aldren]]: "Myrganais Gesprheti" : The seer, as she called him, is a strange and recent friend. He is mercurial and ever-shifting. In just one sun, she saw many sides to the man and is fascinated by each of them. The curiosity likewise expands to his various mysteries and entanglements he's entered himself in. She has spent an increasing amount of time in his company and the company of his friends, and each moment has only made her loyalty to him grow. She is determined to be a stalwart friend at his side.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Mikh'a Elakha]]: "Saelbwaent Sylbtoum" : The gentle shadow was someone who first left his mark after healing her during her original spar with Aiouxdaux. The experience was a painful one, but after meeting a second and third time, he won her over with his quiet presence and gentle gestures. She is desperate to learn magick from him, and to please him, and to be a great many things. She admires Mikh'a in the way she admires Telos: She wishes to both emulate him and make him proud of her at the same time.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Aiouxdaux Beaumont]]: "Weichnsthal Merlnebel" : The dervish doctore was someone she first bonded with after a sparring bout that had left both of them nearly dead. She understands him rather well, despite knowing so little of him. She thinks him someone of great amusement and deadly skill, and so looks up to him quite a bit. He seems to have many heartaches, and the two have shared no small amounts of promises between each other. She recognizes him as both peer and leader, as someone who she shall fall behind in combat and leap towards in conversation. He's a beacon, to her, though she worries what will happen when the sorrow he hides swallows him up.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[J'azhar Tia]]: "Blynulm Wakknberk" : Introduced to her through Sylas, the young member of Jackal tribe was originally supposed to be a source of information. He quickly charmed her not only with a sense of his kindness for their mutual friends, but also his innocent manner of speech. It seems their friend circles have merged, for which Staelufre is only thankful, as she's ultimately fond of J'azhar's fretting and warm personality. She is envious of him, for it seems everyone is loving and affectionate of J'azhar, and yet she also is so utterly endeared by a man she views as whole and perfect that she wishes him to think well of her in return.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Leanne Delphium]]: "Weinspaer" : The appointed "best friend". After having scolded Staelufre on ill social behavior, L'aenoh assigned the two of them to be friends from then on out. It's been somewhat uncertain ground, but the hat-clad woman is such a different presence that Staelufre help but agree she's fine friend material. Much is unknown about Leanne, though she manages to keep amusing Staelufre.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Faolan Woodlock]]: "Nezelcwin" : A man she hardly knows. He smells of campfire smoke and forests. This initial impression leads Staelufre to wanting to know more. After recent events that led her to witness Faolan's way of healing, and the knowledge he witnessed Dhemgeim's death, she's only more intent on prying beneath that mask of his.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Flickering Ember]]: This roegadyn is someone Staelufre very much wants to impress and become friends with. They seem to have a parallel in their histories that makes her feel akin to the blind girl, but at the same time Ember can come across so innocent that Staelufre is afraid of breaking her. To Staelufre, it creates a strange dance of coming close to her emotionally, and also holding her out at arm's length.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[R'sass Thras]]: Her student. A young miqo'te whose tribe has disbanded, she was intent on learning to hunt. The reverence Sass has for her is baffling and, as she believes it, misguided. But it is still a pleasant and entertaining thing to teach another her methods of hunting.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[R'ostam Tia]]: Relative to R'sass, Staelufre finds him hot-headed and brash. His silent behavior, she knows, is entirely a front for a confused and conflicted young man. She hopes to teach him a little of fighting, though also knows that she is by far the least capable of giving him what he needs to know to make a better life outside the tribe.<br />
: <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> [[Memeli Meli]]: "Toffvann" : A powerful lalafell and magnificent braggart. She holds little respect for this person, but does recognize in her the potential to do much. They haven't shared much but in passing, though Memeli's ability to find trouble and also find her way out is always worthy of admiration.<br />
: <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> [[Finecia Hawke]]: "Blahntrachyn" : A peculiar hyur. Staelufre does not trust Finecia in the way she would never fully trust a dragon. Though she wears her past plainly, there is always an uncertainty to what happening in Finecia's mind. She is, at least, a reliable healer.<br />
: <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> [[R'lexia Thras]]: "Lihtleita" : A quiet miqo'te who has not revealed much about herself. While she is Finecia's mate, Staelufre is not yet sure of Lexia's mettle. She seems determined, but there is a weakness and hesitance in her actions that makes Staelufre wonder.<br />
: <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> [[Chaska Dakwhil]]: "Tenkoeya" : Ja'ren's mate and a person Staelufre always wonders about. While mute, her wisdom and cunning is unprecedented. Or because it is because of her inability to talk that Chaska has a way of thinking unparalleled. Either way, Staelufre owes deep respect to Chaska, though knows the two of them are unlikely to ever become friends.<br />
: <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> [[Franz Renatus]]: "Iyrnfystsyn" : After having dealt with an unpleasant elezen, the two came to a mutual understanding. She does not truly wonder after the man, but does at times wonder at his strength. He has, at the very least, the presence enough for her to take his word as truth.<br />
: <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> [[Oscare Iono]]: "Blanabrenn" : Another she knows to be a Garlean. She does not particularly care for this dark-skinned hyur, but he has never done anything to upset her either. At best, she knows him as Jancis' friend.<br />
: <font style="color:#C24640;" size="3">●</font> [[Tausenadel Geispyrsyn]]: "Wybhaerz" : An officer of the Coral Sea. Upon their first meeting, he seemed kind enough, though at their second and every meeting after, he insists on calling her "Stray". Staelufre has expressed her displeasure with this sentiment, and refuses to forgive him for being unable to listen to her or respect her.<br />
: <font style="color:#C24640;" size="3">●</font> [[Sigurd Rainecourt]]: "Bremlohr" : A pitiful little hyur. His weakness makes her dislike and distaste for him very obvious. She thinks that it is a shame, for he has many strong allies, but will never reach to such heights himself. She currently wants to kill him.<br />
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===<div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #EB9F9F;font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Footnotes</div>===<br />
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: Tumblr: http://stillshore.tumblr.com<br />
: Faceclaim: [http://stillshore.tumblr.com/post/109046339712/emilybador-emily-bador-for-lizzy-clothing-by Emily Bador]<br />
: Voiceclaim: [http://youtu.be/TpUP0jjicqY You Are the Moon - The Hush Sound]<br />
: Theme Music: [http://youtu.be/VKrYOUhOeaI Hope in the Air - Laura Marling]<br />
: Theme Music: [http://youtu.be/6k8es2BNloE Little Black Submarines - The Black Keys]<br />
: Theme Music: [http://youtu.be/TybeFBV7awc Upside Down - Paloma Faith]<br />
: Love Song: [http://youtu.be/oP-H36bsK2M A Thousand Years - Christina Perri (Cover by Angela July)]<br />
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: Template by [[Bancroft Gairn]]</div>Dhemgeimhttps://wiki.ffxiv-roleplayers.com/index.php?title=Staelufre_Lysmerl&diff=83924Staelufre Lysmerl2015-04-07T19:59:27Z<p>Dhemgeim: </p>
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| name = Staelufre Lysmerl<br />
| image = Staewikiprofile.png<br />
| imagewidth = 250<br />
| caption = "May prey find your path."<br />
| gender = Female<br />
| citizenship = N/A<br />
| race = Miqo'te<br />
| clan = Seeker of the Sun<br />
| stat_1 = Age<br />
| stat_1_value = Mid-twenties<br />
| stat_2 = Sexuality<br />
| stat_2_value = Heterosexual<br />
| stat_3 = Occupation<br />
| stat_3_value = Hunter<br />
| stat_4 = Height/Weight<br />
| stat_4_value = 5 fulms, 0 ilms / 110 ponze<br />
| stat_5 = Diety <br />
| stat_5_value = Halone, the Fury<br />
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'''Staelufre Lysmerl''' (pronounced /stail-OU-frey LEES-mar-ill/) was born on 10th Sun of the 5th Umbral Era (October 10th). Her name means "Still Shore of the Bright Sea". She is a miqo'te who was born to one of the vagrant Jackal tribes in La Noscea, wandering through much of Eorzea with them during her childhood. She has kept the affinity to remaining in the wilderness over any form of civilization to this day, and has a very odd way of speaking.<br />
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===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #EB9F9F;font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Basic Info</div>===<br />
Not everyone can understand or relate to Staelufre. This is, at times, exceedingly frustrating to her. She speaks with a parlance that was invented and perfected by a hermit, and thus the mannerisms she uses are very foreign and often leading to misunderstanding. She has, however, been getting lessons on how to speak easier and has begun to become acquainted with a more common cant. Only adding to her oddities, she will avoid cities at a very unreasonable rate. At times, she also forgoes the comfort of houses and chooses to disappear into the wilderness for suns at a time. She prefers alcohol and fighting to any sort of minimal comfort, and excels in agility over brute strength or magick. Because Staelufre is terrible at remembering names, she often gives people her own "nicknames" derived from the roegadyn language.<br />
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:<small>''"He is prey; weak, frightened and unable to fight his way free. He becomes terrified and runs into the briars, then complains when they get caught in his fur. Such rabbits do not deserve pity, or mercy."''<br />
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:''"Oft, you are taken by the deep and churning tides. As they pull you below, to tumble you about, you must not fight. The sea is as nourishing as she is treacherous."''<br />
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:''"I find no small comfort in the shores of my kin. The apprentice and his bannermen honor me with mine namesake, but it is ever the freedom of the sea that I give myself to."''</small><br />
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<div style="padding:10px 35px;background: #F7A29E;font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;"><center>''Likes''</center></div></h3><br />
: <font style="color:#F7A29E;" size="3">■</font> Outdoors<br />
: <font style="color:#F7A29E;" size="3">■</font> Sweets<br />
: <font style="color:#F7A29E;" size="3">■</font> Knives<br />
: <font style="color:#F7A29E;" size="3">■</font> Pink<br />
: <font style="color:#F7A29E;" size="3">■</font> Fighting<br />
: <font style="color:#F7A29E;" size="3">■</font> Dresses<br />
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<div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #F3C6B9;font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;"><center>''Dislikes''</center></div></span></h3><br />
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: <font style="color:#F3C6B9;" size="3">■</font> Crowds (and similarly loud noises)<br />
: <font style="color:#F3C6B9;" size="3">■</font> Cowardice<br />
: <font style="color:#F3C6B9;" size="3">■</font> Cities / tribes<br />
: <font style="color:#F3C6B9;" size="3">■</font> Authority<br />
: <font style="color:#F3C6B9;" size="3">■</font> Extravagance<br />
: <font style="color:#F3C6B9;" size="3">■</font> Loneliness<br />
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: <font style="color:#FAEDDF;" size="3">■</font> Perceptive to truer intentions<br />
: <font style="color:#FAEDDF;" size="3">■</font> Hunting<br />
: <font style="color:#FAEDDF;" size="3">■</font> Endurance or agility exercises<br />
: <font style="color:#FAEDDF;" size="3">■</font> Whittling<br />
: <font style="color:#FAEDDF;" size="3">■</font> Going, or remaining, largely unseen<br />
: <font style="color:#FAEDDF;" size="3">■</font> Singing<br />
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===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #EB9F9F;font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Appearance & Personality</div>===<br />
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: Staelufre cuts a slight figure, but nothing about her short stature is wasted. She is muscled and athletic in build, though short. Her skin is tanned and golden in complexion from both heritage and a great many days in the sun. With naturally pink hair and tail, though neither accept to being tried to tame. Her hair is fluffy and wild, and so often cut short or bound down by clips. Usually, after hunting, it's also caked in mud. Even more stunning than a girl with pink hair are her gold eyes. They glare at most of the world from behind long lashes, sharp and stripping. Even with the round face and fat, up-turned nose, the gentleness of her face is ruined by such intruding eyes.<br />
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: In almost all situations Staelufre's garbed lightly, wearing little more armor than leather. If there's any metal to her outfit, it is to reinforce weak points such as her shins or forearms. Never does Staelufre show her back, as across it is an uneven and encompassing scar that stretches from shoulders to lower back. More scars mar her arms and hands, though she also commonly wears gloves. Staelufre never goes anywhere without at least a knife, either hidden or plain, and cannot stand to equally part comfortable realms without her most precious ring.<br />
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: Staelufre most often stands slouched or with arms crossed, especially when in the presence of others. In crowds she is withdrawn, quiet and in corners. Anything more than five or six others and Staelufre simply tends to leave. She does not, under many circumstances, go into cities or crowded areas. She fears large numbers of people after being so withdrawn from civilization. It is to a point where she resents and hates any form of building or city, even at times preaching against the luxury of society. While she believes her words, she does also enjoy the luxuries that homes can provide. Beds and showers are much better than roots and cold lakes.<br />
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: In one word, a sum of her personality would be paradox. She is innocent and violent, both a hunter and likewise utterly feminine. She is harsh in her truths, and warm in her lies. Staelufre is both wise when it comes to others, and utterly ignorant in how to interact with them. Introspective, yet starved for friendship. Should anyone offer her kindness, she will eagerly drink it up and follow at their heels thereafter. Being alone for so long has both driven her to want freedom and to equally want camaraderie. <br />
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: One thing that is less fluid and contrary is her perspective on other people. People are either weak or strong, prey or hunters. Those who are prey she pities and sees no value in. Those who are hunters, she respects. Respect does not always mean Staelufre likes or trust them, however. After spending so long in the wild, she knows very well how to discern who is stronger and how to avoid confrontation. Unfortunately, she also strives to better herself at nearly every turn, so often has a deliberate cause and wish to throw herself into unfair situations just to come out stronger. This often makes her come across as rash, when the acts are in fact deliberate and she's always keenly aware of the very real danger of dying.<br />
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: If in situations when speaking to an individual person she trusts, Staelufre's personality truly shines through. Her words are eloquent and well-chosen, her loyalty is unbearably strong, and her optimism unyielding. She gives advice as best she can and admits ignorance when she cannot. Pride does, at times, keep her from asking for help when she needs it. When speaking to an individual that Staelufre dislikes, she becomes guarded and calloused. Her words are gated, capable of meaning anything, and her lies are so smooth it's impossible to tell them from the half-true metaphors. Her ability to command her emotions in front of those who she deems weaker is impressive, as is her capability of detaching value to their life. Those who are weak, in her opinion, are better off dead. Should Staelufre be speaking, however, individually with a person she doesn't yet know well, she'll always regard them in the way she would regard a new hunting territory. Assessing their weaknesses and prying for strengths, seeking the balance of their personality to determine whether or not they are worth her time.<br />
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===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #EB9F9F;font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Combat</div>===<br />
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: Staelufre does not fight other people very well. She is more akin to the hunt, to employing stealth and surprise, than to fighting others one-on-one. The thrill of battle still runs hot through her, however, and she always enjoys a good fight. Even if it means getting beaten black and blue, she'll take on an opponent if nothing more than for the experience of it. Because of her inexperience in direct combat, she relies mostly on her larger skills. This would be agility and speed. Not getting hit is the biggest name of her game, and while she can take a couple blows they wear her down quickly. Training for combat is not much in hefting weapons and striking dummies. She trains for flexibility and endurance. Running, stretching, climbing; unorthodox things that keep her body in shape but often don't translate into direct physical combat.<br />
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: Primarily, to defeat an opponent, Staelufre uses daggers. She looks for openings in armor first, and exploits any vulnerable spots. Due to being spry and nimble, reaching odd places isn't very difficult. What is difficult is getting close enough to cut without getting hit. So after a few slashes, Staelufre tends to back off and exhaust her opponent by letting them bleed out. To opponents she aims to kill rather than simply defeat, she usually aims for the neck or their gut. Blood is not something the miqo'te is shy of. If she aims to kill as well, it is even less likely that Staelufre will approach an opponent directly.<br />
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=====<div style="padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Tribal Years</div>=====<br />
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:: Born daughter of J'tyraka Nuhn in the jungles of La Noscea as J'adaeza, she had a relatively blissful childhood. Their tribe was exceedingly small, no more than forty people at once, and strictly nomadic. Primarily they traveled through La Noscea, but in her lifetime did build small crafts to carry them across the waters to find new hunting grounds in the Black Shroud. Because of the fact they were so small, it was required for every member of the tribe to be trained and responsible for many aspects of the community. From small things such as building fires, or to larger things such as teaching the children. It was expected, in her tribe, for men and women to both be able to hunt as well as mend wounds.<br />
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:: As with all the other children, being trained to be a productive member of the tribe begun as soon as infancy ended. Her life was relatively easy, for all that a nomadic tribal life could be. She did not excel very well when it came to cooking or skinning creatures. She did not have much patience to learn to stitch clothes back together, and was often scolded for playing too roughly with the other children. Yet one day, she was brought to her mother's tent and given a choice of weaponry. This would be the weapon she would wield for the rest of her life in the tribe, trained in it until it became as much part of her as a limb. Only then would she be allowed to hunt. J'adaeza chose a spear, which was too large for her scrawny form, but stubbornly kept to it.<br />
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:: To those of younger ages, one of the more experienced Tias became their teacher. He taught them how to use the weapons they chose, in a strict yet not unkind manner. J'adaeza at this time was awful with the spear. She commonly dropped it, or was much too loud when carrying it around. She was scolded almost constantly, given extra exercises to learn her weapon better, and not allowed to return to the fires until she finished them. It was punishing, but also rewarding. So early in age, she didn't become bitter by the experience, but instead elevated to enjoy the push of her body. To wield the spear was not a natural thing to the tiny pink-haired girl, but she progressed and became decent at it. Once proficient enough, the Tia then began to train her in hunting tactics and strategies. How to step quietly and place traps, the knowledge of sensing danger and so forth.<br />
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:: At ten, as is traditional in her tribe, J'adaeza was taken on her first hunting trip. She was not permitted to strike at any creatures or wander on her own. She stuck closely to the side of one of the mature hunters, and while much of what she learned was applied, she found she had much more to learn. The thrill of the hunt sunk quickly and deeply in her heart, however, and it soon took her over. She became obsessed with hunting, and decided after but a few meager years of training to dedicate her life to it.<br />
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:: This went against her tribe's custom, however. When J'adaeza's more relaxed chores and duties began to wane in favor to her hunting, she was taken aside and spoken to. At first, they only expressed concerned. Then, when she ignored their words and abandoned her other disciplines in arrogant need for the sport, they began to punish her in true. As an adolescent who, as pre-teens tend to be, was absolutely certain she knew what was best for her, J'azaeda rebelled against the obedience they demanded from her. This was not an uncommon thing at her age, even in the tribe, but it was still disruptive to a community so small. She was frustratingly single-minded and stuck to it. So one evening, after a particularly bad spat with her aunt, she decided to leave the tribe.<br />
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:: Leaving itself wasn't terribly traumatic to J'adaeza. The tribe, at the time, was on a particularly wealthy streak in the Shroud. She took a sufficient amount of foodstuffs and her spear, and set off at the opposite direction. It was liberating, for a while, until she found that one of her half-sisters trailing slowly after her. Having heard of J'adaeza's leaving, J'adisa had soon departed for her own reasoning. Guilt and familial obligation forced her to look over this other girl, who had no skill in hunting or fighting.<br />
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:: While J'adaeza and J'adisa traveled back to La Noscea, they found that life without a tribe was more difficult than previously imagined. While J'adaeza was a fair enough hunter, she was poor at every other practical application. Her rebellion became her own punishment, as her sister and her struggled to feed themselves or find proper campsites. There were many close calls to unsavory sorts and rabid beastmen, and J'adaeza gathered many colorful stories about swiping equipment from unsuspecting travelers.<br />
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:: During such a colorful tale, she managed to cross paths with the wrong sort of folk. The story involved behind to why, and how the events unfolded, tends to change with each evolution of the story in present day; suggesting a reluctance to admit why or perhaps even a true confusion as to its truth. But what she does always tell, and seem to recall accurately, is the mutilation of her back. Tossed into the sea of Vylbrand, she nearly drowned. Miracle of miracles, she survived. Washed upon the beach with her back quickly growing an infection. Time for her at this point grew wildly inconsistent. A fever over-took her and she wandered in search of shelter or help. Her body was dying, already weak from her time in the water and what she was certain had been her death. Now, she was experiencing the agony of dying all over again.<br />
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:: Here is where [[Vilsewaen Steinhoh]] rescued the dying miqo'te. She had no idea, for a long time, that she was even in the care of anyone. He tended to her in one of his camps in the lowlands of Vylbrand until she recovered enough to become lucid and aware of her situation. They spoke, and while she was still too weak to move did tell him of her sister and where their campsite had been before her near-fatal accident. J'adisa came immediately and helped Vilsewaen tend to J'adaeza. He spoke strangely, but treated them kindly, and offered more than enough hospitality that they felt comfortable staying at his side.<br />
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:: Though the two half-sisters did not intend to stay with Vilsewaen long, his proficiency of living alone was more than they had. When he offered to teach them, they ended up agreeing. Thus it was that the two came under his tutelage, and the tutelage became something more. His patience and lack of social skills were precisely the right combination of dry and kind that the two bonded with. So when Vilsewaen, the wandering hermit that he is, said he was climbing higher to the La Noscean mountains he took J'adaeza and J'adisa with him.<br />
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:: There is where J'adaeza's birth into Staelufre became apparent. Though she may had been on the physical brink of death before, with Vilsewaen's help she finally accepted that she will never again be part of a tribe. And as the hermit accepted these two lost girls into his care, he gave to them his traditions and philosophies as well. So J'adaeza and J'adisa came to be known, respectively, as Staelufre Lysmerl and Siehrova Brynstymm. The women were encouraged to be free and study whatever pursuit came to their heart, while their new father ensured their welfare and ability to look after themselves. So they developed into two opposites. Where Staelufre was wild, Siehrova was patient: Where Staelufre learned and strengthened her body, Siehrova was curious and expanded her mind. The two were dawn and dusk, and they both loved Vilsewaen as if he were the sky itself.<br />
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:: The three were very happy for a long time. As was his nature, Vilsewaen would often leave the two to wander. Even attached to others, he was still a hermit at heart. But Staelufre and Siehrova did not seem to mind. Their growth became exponential as they explored the mountains of La Noscea, alone and away from any civilization. The two bonded until their differences expanded and then compounded, both taking pieces of each other until neither were sure which one began and the other ended. These are the happiest memories to Staelufre, with her ever-present sister and her wayward father. Each so dear to her that she would have rather died than be left without them in the world.<br />
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:: Eventually Staelufre and Siehrova left La Noscea. Vilsewaen went with them as far as the Shroud, and from there they wandered to Coerthas. The cold weather did not suit Siehrova, but the stars fascinated her sister. Staelufre had always been fascinated by stars and their clarity in these northern grounds stole her heart away. They wandered wherever they wished, though often returned to their "home" in the mountains.<br />
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====<div style="padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">The Calamity</div>====<br />
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:: About four years before the Calamity fell, Vilsewaen took in another rogue soul. While Staelufre isn't sure where the old man found [[Renee Becquerel]] - who was then Renaud - he certainly came to become a large figurehead for the elezen. The then-named Wakkeyha Syngronn became Vilsewaen's apprentice. This excited the first time Staelufre ever felt jealousy in another person. She had always thought of her father as belonging to their family, and here was an interloper to steal Vilsewaen's time and ideals away from their already precious moments. It frustrated her, and she harbored equal envy that Renee had the Echo while she did not. So when the Garlean forces threatened their doorstep and Renee announced her leave, Staelufre was overjoyed... until Vilsewaen announced he was leaving as well.<br />
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:: She remained in the mountains of La Noscea until after Dalamud hit. Then she waited longer for Vilsewaen to return. Eventually, she became too anxious and left - parting with Siehrova for the first time in years. She traveled, seeing the cruelty and savagery that was brought on with total desolation. While uninterested in helping cities to rebuild and regrow, she did know that her skills as a hunter would do many well. So Staelufre took up many odd jobs, expanding her skills and honing her ability as a hunter to be met by the need and demand of others.<br />
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:: This continued until the ships were rebuilt and the island reconnected to the rest of Eorzea. Then Staelufre left, wanderlust unable to be sated. She continued to work as a hunter for hire for a small time, building a thin and unimportant network of people who knew her by face if not by name. She abandoned it, however, when Revenant's Toll was being formed. Instead she returned to Siehrova and two journeyed there, to a place where Siehrova's genius and thirsty for knowledge could be met on a frontier that would also excite her more than any dusty library. For a time, Staelufre remained in Mor Dhona withe her sister. She did little other than wander and explore, doting upon her other half until such time that she became too thirsty for the hunt again.<br />
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====<div style="padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Present</div>====<br />
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:: So she left. She regathered her structure of hunting for meager favors or bits of gil, for things that she could not make or find herself in the wild. This was when she came to find, from Vilsewaen, that the long-left apprentice Renee Becquerel had started a Free Company. While the name the Coral Sea was appeasing to her, what truly interested her was the name of their home. It was named in her honor, supposedly, and while her desire to be free and away from any form of civilization was strong... the compulsion to see such a strange thing was stronger. So Staelufre wandered for her first time into the Mist, and quickly became lost.<br />
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:: This was where she met [[L'aenoh Tia]]. Through a quick spiral of events, he introduced her to many others of the Coral Sea. Their relationship becoming something strong, she remained near to the Mist - begrudgingly - to also remain near him. Her first impression of the people was unpleasant. They commonly referred to her as "Zhen's replacement" or "stray", and it happened so often and with so much repetition she accepted it as the views of all those who lived within walls. Dejected and hurt by their actions and calloused attitudes, Staelufre withdrew even further from any want to be apart of the Coral Sea or its people.<br />
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:: It took much convincing and debate before L'aenoh was able to get Staelufre to join the Coral Sea's roster. She still argues that she's not properly a member. In her eyes, she has never been fully socially accepted. Yet she is officially documented in their applications, so is technically a member. Being with the Coral Sea has expanded those she met, as well, to most everyone that she currently knows. While she disappears for long times to hunt or do whatever else she wishes, she does commonly return to the Free Company house either for its luxuries or its company.<br />
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:: Even more recent, she's been traveling to the Goblet on a frequenct basis. There is a select few of people who have caught her interest, and that she's certain hold answers they may not be sure that they have. As ever, she has a habit of finding ill fortune and then diving into it even deeper.<br />
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* She has a habit of naming people, and will eagerly explain the names she's given and their meaning to great detail.<br />
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* Her favorite food is cake. Specifically rolanberry and chocolate flavored.<br />
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* Odds are, if someone's in good standing with her, she will do almost anything that they request of her.<br />
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* If you give her sweets, expect her to always look to you for more. (Don't feed stray cats, kids!)<br />
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* Some of her other names include:<br />
:: J'adaeza Tyraka<br />
:: Skaenliht Lysmerl<br />
:: Klynskaet Lysmerl<br />
:: Steigifenix Lysmerl<br />
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''Some of these rumors are untrue or are greatly exaggerated. Please feel free to add your own rumors under PC!''<br />
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<div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #90AB76;">◢ Common and easily overheard, use freely</div></b><br />
: <font style="color:#90AB76;" size="3">■</font> "She's odd. Doesn't speak well, and ran off soon as she got her booze. At least she paid," <i>Merchant at Aleport</i><br />
: <font style="color:#90AB76;" size="3">■</font> "Ah, aye, I know 'er. Got charged with poaching once. I remember, 'cause next day we found a couple of Redbellies hangin' from the trees not far off the road. Took forever to get 'em down," <i>Woodwailer in Central Shroud</i><br />
: <font style="color:#90AB76;" size="3">■</font> "Yeah, she comes through here often. Sometimes she doesn't have gil and ends up having to barter pieces of jewelry. Her boyfriend or husband or someone always comes around a day or two later to buy the jewelry back," <i>Ferryman at Vesper Bay</i><br />
: <font style="color:#90AB76;" size="3">■</font> "Sometimes she stops here, but never to take a chocobo. Avoids the damn things like the plague," <i>Any Choco-keep in the Sanctuaries</i><br />
: <font style="color:#90AB76;" size="3">■</font> "I keep telling her: No fishing in the ponds! You know what, when you find her, tell her that for me!" <i>Frustrated Adder in Lavender Beds</i><br />
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<b><div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #F37E1D;">◢ Moderately difficult to overhear, use sparingly or ask first</div></b><br />
: <font style="color:#F37E1D;" size="3">■</font> "She's a poor thing. Sometimes she likes to soak in the waters here before she goes to trade over by the Wanderer's Palace. Her back is just a travesty for something so cute," <i>Worker at Camp Bronze Lake</i><br />
: <font style="color:#F37E1D;" size="3">■</font> "You know, it's funny, I saw 'er 'round 'ere a lot. Just hangin' out, talkin' to th' farmers. Then up an' disappears. Ain't seen 'er since," <i>Farmer at Summerford Farms</i><br />
: <font style="color:#F37E1D;" size="3">■</font> "Ah, yeah, I've seen her. Well, heard is more like... Those two cats are damned loud..." <i>Grimacing Yellowjacket Who Works Near the Eyes</i><br />
: <font style="color:#F37E1D;" size="3">■</font> "That pink one? She comes in about once a moon to buy some cake. Real skittish, but always tips well!" <i>Chef in the Bismark</i><br />
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<b><div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #D83018;">◢ Very difficult or rarely overheard, ask before using</div></b><br />
: <font style="color:#D83018;" size="3">■</font> "I don't know why, but sometimes she leaves offerings at Thal's Shrine. Won't speak to anyone, either. Just walks in and spends a few bells in silence only to leave," <i>Brass Blade on Highbridge</i><br />
: <font style="color:#D83018;" size="3">■</font> "Is the damnest thing. She looks just like one of my tribe sisters... But I could have sworn her dead," <i>Hard-working Tia in Wineport</i><br />
: <font style="color:#D83018;" size="3">■</font> "I know the name. Commissioned some unique weapons. All pretty confidential, I'm afraid," <i>Blacksmith in Limsa Lominsa</i><br />
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<b><div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #aac5b4;">◢ Rumors from the character's of other players</div></b><br />
: <font style="color:#aac5b4;" size="3">■</font> "Arcane magic around her? Forget about it. She's like... Way too angry about something involving it," <i>[[Harper Brightwind]]</i><br />
: <font style="color:#aac5b4;" size="3">■</font> "I'm fairly certain she has little to no respect for the dead. Or for the living. Or any value for life itself given how quick she treats folk. And I'm pretty sure she doesn't know anything about privacy or secrets. Ever. Journals included," <i>[[Chaska Dakwhil]]</i><br />
: <font style="color:#aac5b4;" size="3">■</font> "The pink one? She's absolutely terrified of me for some reason or another. Poor dear. I believe someone asked me if I might be there to take her away or something of the like. I am not quite sure why since we have never really met," <i>[[J'nangho Jhimei]]</i><br />
: <font style="color:#aac5b4;" size="3">■</font>"She is blessed with a lot of drive and ambition, all fueled with good cause. Lady Staelufre will take in everything around her, dare say some knowledge without reflecting on it becomes only chaos, though. Shall always try to be there and bring clarity to all her goals; may I never fail to protect her from the poisons." <i>[[Jancis Milburga]]</i><br />
: <font style="color:#aac5b4;" size="3">■</font>"Oh! Stae! They call her 'the Huntress'. Well, at least I call her that. Anyroads, she knows things. Things about predators and prey that I've only... felt but couldn't put to words. To say she's like magic on the hunt is doing a disservice to her instinctual talent. She's more miqo'te than my Matron." <i>[[R'sass Thras]]</i><br />
: <font style="color:#aac5b4;" size="3">■</font>"She know more about roegadyns than me. Her father is miqo'te with roegadyn inside. She lived with stars. She is most magic person I know but she not use it...I think. She make me feel life is different from how know. Give her fruit and share stories! Will like and have very many funs!" <i>[[Flickering Ember]]</i><br />
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: <center><font style="color:#000000;" size="3">♥</font> Physical Attraction <font style="color:#F02311;" size="3">♥</font> Romantic Desire <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font> Platonic Love <font style="color:#F0F078;" size="3">♥</font> Worship </center> <br />
: <center><font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> Good Standing <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> Neutral <font style="color:#C24640;" size="3">●</font> Poor Standing</center><br />
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: <font style="color:#F02311;" size="3">♥</font> <font style="color:#000000;" size="3">♥</font> [[L'aenoh Tia]]: "Ganzjaega Riklifaeld" : A man she met in the Mist. Their beginnings were rather rough, though both held an attraction for the other since the moment they met. After some struggle with a rather cruel Keeper named Hnaba, they came together and bonded in a way neither expected. Ever since, the two have been inseparable. Staelufre has come to love him in true. She has no plans to deviate from his side, and goes to great lengths to ensure his safety. They were married on Feburary 28th.<br />
: <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font> [[Vilsewaen Steinhoh]]: Her father, her mentor, her brother. He is the person Staelufre respects the most in her life, and strives to be like. It is a constant disappointment to her that she cannot follow in his footsteps, or become precisely alike him. Almost everything she does is to give him pride and prove herself worthy in his eyes.<br />
: <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font> [[Siehrova Brynstymm]]: Her sister. Staelufre is wildly protective of her intelligent and kind kin. Their shared history has forged their bond into something that is unbreakable. She values Siehrova for her intelligence and quick wit, and admires her for being able to do so many things that she cannot even conceive possible. While her sister works on various projects in Mor Dhona, almost always consisting of magitek, Staelufre makes sure to provide her sister with every comfort and need she could ask for.<br />
: <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font> [[Renee Becquerel]]: "Wakkeyha Syngronn" : Her sister, her rival. She is the apprentice of her father and her natural affinity to truth and ownership of the Echo has made Wakkeyha the favorite of Vilsewaen. In this, Staelufre is constantly jealous of her and irritated of her natural prowess with mysticism. She sees in Renee all the things she wishes she can be, and yet her sister is blissfully ignorant of such facts. Renee's fawning and doting over Staelufre as her own sister only makes her feel guilty of this, and oddly endeared to the woman.<br />
: <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font> [[Tiergan Vashir]]: "Wynztier Eifaufre" : A brother, strong and bound by both love and loyalty. Originally a strange man, she became endeared to him after a long talk about the Lotus. Some of his earnest personality began to shine, and with it Staelufre saw someone of noble heart. She has since followed him throughout much of Eorzea on bizarre adventures to save friends or return them home. He has since named her "Steigifenix", and they've become bound in a sibling-like love for one another.<br />
: <font style="color:#F0F078;" size="3">♥</font> [[Telos]]: "Guolstyrm Grymhoh" : Someone who holds the answers to many of her questions. He's treated her fairly, and kindly, and for this she holds to him a sense of loyalty. There's something that makes others frightened of him, but whatever wariness this caused has been abandoned. He has earned to her a place in her heart as an idol: Someone she is willing to follow without question and with idealistic devotion and has come to accept him as a man who will be God.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Jancis Milburga]]: "Solkeim Brynroega" : Her friend. Jancis and she first met through L'aenoh, and the healer has proved nothing but kind and stalwart. Even in the heat of battle or its gross after-effects, the woman never seems to waver. Even in the grossest of situations, Jancis is a shining beacon for her to orient herself. Staelufre remains loyal to her, and has never had cause to question this. She plans to ever be.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Ja'ren A'lenthin]]: "Arengybet Haerzhylt" : Their relationship begun on a rocky note. Miscommunication and estranged feelings made the two incapable of seeing eye-to-eye at first. Yet, when entrusting Ja'ren with a mysterious Void artefact, the two began a strange journey that solidified their friendship. Unexpected circumstances brought them even closer, and Ja'ren teaches her much of her magick and control over it. She ever admired Ja'ren, though also finds him foolish at times.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Zaius Rhal'seer]]: "Doenruht Formnwust" : Staelufre's teacher. After Zaius insulted her mate by beating him in battle and tying him to a bed, she sought Zaius out to seek revenge. With original intentions of killing him, she was instead impressed by his technique and strength. After agreeing to teach her, and a couple lessons, she's come to trust the Keeper entirely. He shows to her an amount of care and yet willingness to let her learn. Because of that, she gives him an amount of blind faith many would advise against.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Teld're Eska'aldren]]: "Myrganais Gesprheti" : The seer, as she called him, is a strange and recent friend. He is mercurial and ever-shifting. In just one sun, she saw many sides to the man and is fascinated by each of them. The curiosity likewise expands to his various mysteries and entanglements he's entered himself in. She has spent an increasing amount of time in his company and the company of his friends, and each moment has only made her loyalty to him grow. She is determined to be a stalwart friend at his side.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Mikh'a Elakha]]: "Saelbwaent Sylbtoum" : The gentle shadow was someone who first left his mark after healing her during her original spar with Aiouxdaux. The experience was a painful one, but after meeting a second and third time, he won her over with his quiet presence and gentle gestures. She is desperate to learn magick from him, and to please him, and to be a great many things. She admires Mikh'a in the way she admires Telos: She wishes to both emulate him and make him proud of her at the same time.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Aiouxdaux Beaumont]]: "Weichnsthal Merlnebel" : The dervish doctore was someone she first bonded with after a sparring bout that had left both of them nearly dead. She understands him rather well, despite knowing so little of him. She thinks him someone of great amusement and deadly skill, and so looks up to him quite a bit. He seems to have many heartaches, and the two have shared no small amounts of promises between each other. She recognizes him as both peer and leader, as someone who she shall fall behind in combat and leap towards in conversation. He's a beacon, to her, though she worries what will happen when the sorrow he hides swallows him up.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[J'azhar Tia]]: "Blynulm Wakknberk" : Introduced to her through Sylas, the young member of Jackal tribe was originally supposed to be a source of information. He quickly charmed her not only with a sense of his kindness for their mutual friends, but also his innocent manner of speech. It seems their friend circles have merged, for which Staelufre is only thankful, as she's ultimately fond of J'azhar's fretting and warm personality. She is envious of him, for it seems everyone is loving and affectionate of J'azhar, and yet she also is so utterly endeared by a man she views as whole and perfect that she wishes him to think well of her in return.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Leanne Delphium]]: "Weinspaer" : The appointed "best friend". After having scolded Staelufre on ill social behavior, L'aenoh assigned the two of them to be friends from then on out. It's been somewhat uncertain ground, but the hat-clad woman is such a different presence that Staelufre help but agree she's fine friend material. Much is unknown about Leanne, though she manages to keep amusing Staelufre.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Faolan Woodlock]]: "Nezelcwin" : A man she hardly knows. He smells of campfire smoke and forests. This initial impression leads Staelufre to wanting to know more. After recent events that led her to witness Faolan's way of healing, and the knowledge he witnessed Dhemgeim's death, she's only more intent on prying beneath that mask of his.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[R'sass Thras]]: Her student. A young miqo'te whose tribe has disbanded, she was intent on learning to hunt. The reverence Sass has for her is baffling and, as she believes it, misguided. But it is still a pleasant and entertaining thing to teach another her methods of hunting.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[R'ostam Tia]]: Relative to R'sass, Staelufre finds him hot-headed and brash. His silent behavior, she knows, is entirely a front for a confused and conflicted young man. She hopes to teach him a little of fighting, though also knows that she is by far the least capable of giving him what he needs to know to make a better life outside the tribe.<br />
: <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> [[Memeli Meli]]: "Toffvann" : A powerful lalafell and magnificent braggart. She holds little respect for this person, but does recognize in her the potential to do much. They haven't shared much but in passing, though Memeli's ability to find trouble and also find her way out is always worthy of admiration.<br />
: <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> [[Finecia Hawke]]: "Blahntrachyn" : A peculiar hyur. Staelufre does not trust Finecia in the way she would never fully trust a dragon. Though she wears her past plainly, there is always an uncertainty to what happening in Finecia's mind. She is, at least, a reliable healer.<br />
: <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> [[R'lexia Thras]]: "Lihtleita" : A quiet miqo'te who has not revealed much about herself. While she is Finecia's mate, Staelufre is not yet sure of Lexia's mettle. She seems determined, but there is a weakness and hesitance in her actions that makes Staelufre wonder.<br />
: <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> [[Chaska Dakwhil]]: "Tenkoeya" : Ja'ren's mate and a person Staelufre always wonders about. While mute, her wisdom and cunning is unprecedented. Or because it is because of her inability to talk that Chaska has a way of thinking unparalleled. Either way, Staelufre owes deep respect to Chaska, though knows the two of them are unlikely to ever become friends.<br />
: <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> [[Franz Renatus]]: "Iyrnfystsyn" : After having dealt with an unpleasant elezen, the two came to a mutual understanding. She does not truly wonder after the man, but does at times wonder at his strength. He has, at the very least, the presence enough for her to take his word as truth.<br />
: <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> [[Oscare Iono]]: "Blanabrenn" : Another she knows to be a Garlean. She does not particularly care for this dark-skinned hyur, but he has never done anything to upset her either. At best, she knows him as Jancis' friend.<br />
: <font style="color:#C24640;" size="3">●</font> [[Tausenadel Geispyrsyn]]: "Wybhaerz" : An officer of the Coral Sea. Upon their first meeting, he seemed kind enough, though at their second and every meeting after, he insists on calling her "Stray". Staelufre has expressed her displeasure with this sentiment, and refuses to forgive him for being unable to listen to her or respect her.<br />
: <font style="color:#C24640;" size="3">●</font> [[Sigurd Rainecourt]]: "Bremlohr" : A pitiful little hyur. His weakness makes her dislike and distaste for him very obvious. She thinks that it is a shame, for he has many strong allies, but will never reach to such heights himself. She currently wants to kill him.<br />
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===<div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #EB9F9F;font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Footnotes</div>===<br />
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: Tumblr: http://stillshore.tumblr.com<br />
: Faceclaim: [http://stillshore.tumblr.com/post/109046339712/emilybador-emily-bador-for-lizzy-clothing-by Emily Bador]<br />
: Voiceclaim: [http://youtu.be/TpUP0jjicqY You Are the Moon - The Hush Sound]<br />
: Theme Music: [http://youtu.be/VKrYOUhOeaI Hope in the Air - Laura Marling]<br />
: Theme Music: [http://youtu.be/6k8es2BNloE Little Black Submarines - The Black Keys]<br />
: Theme Music: [http://youtu.be/TybeFBV7awc Upside Down - Paloma Faith]<br />
: Love Song: [http://youtu.be/oP-H36bsK2M A Thousand Years - Christina Perri (Cover by Angela July)]<br />
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: Template by [[Bancroft Gairn]]</div>Dhemgeimhttps://wiki.ffxiv-roleplayers.com/index.php?title=Staelufre_Lysmerl&diff=83923Staelufre Lysmerl2015-04-07T19:58:48Z<p>Dhemgeim: </p>
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{{Infobox-character<br />
| name = Staelufre Lysmerl<br />
| image = Staewikiprofile.png<br />
| imagewidth = 250<br />
| caption = "May prey find your path."<br />
| gender = Female<br />
| citizenship = N/A<br />
| race = Miqo'te<br />
| clan = Seeker of the Sun<br />
| stat_1 = Age<br />
| stat_1_value = Mid-twenties<br />
| stat_2 = Sexuality<br />
| stat_2_value = Heterosexual<br />
| stat_3 = Occupation<br />
| stat_3_value = Hunter<br />
| stat_4 = Height/Weight<br />
| stat_4_value = 5 fulms, 0 ilms / 110 ponze<br />
| stat_5 = Diety <br />
| stat_5_value = Halone, the Fury<br />
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'''Staelufre Lysmerl''' (pronounced /stail-OU-frey LEES-mar-ill/) was born on 10th Sun of the 5th Umbral Era (October 10th). Her name means "Still Shore of the Bright Sea". She is a miqo'te who was born to one of the vagrant Jackal tribes in La Noscea, wandering through much of Eorzea with them during her childhood. She has kept the affinity to remaining in the wilderness over any form of civilization to this day, and has a very odd way of speaking.<br />
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===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #EB9F9F;font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Basic Info</div>===<br />
Not everyone can understand or relate to Staelufre. This is, at times, exceedingly frustrating to her. She speaks with a parlance that was invented and perfected by a hermit, and thus the mannerisms she uses are very foreign and often leading to misunderstanding. She has, however, been getting lessons on how to speak easier and has begun to become acquainted with a more common cant. Only adding to her oddities, she will avoid cities at a very unreasonable rate. At times, she also forgoes the comfort of houses and chooses to disappear into the wilderness for suns at a time. She prefers alcohol and fighting to any sort of minimal comfort, and excels in agility over brute strength or magick. Because Staelufre is terrible at remembering names, she often gives people her own "nicknames" derived from the roegadyn language.<br />
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:<small>''"He is prey; weak, frightened and unable to fight his way free. He becomes terrified and runs into the briars, then complains when they get caught in his fur. Such rabbits do not deserve pity, or mercy."''<br />
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:''"Oft, you are taken by the deep and churning tides. As they pull you below, to tumble you about, you must not fight. The sea is as nourishing as she is treacherous."''<br />
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:''"I find no small comfort in the shores of my kin. The apprentice and his bannermen honor me with mine namesake, but it is ever the freedom of the sea that I give myself to."''</small><br />
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<div style="padding:10px 35px;background: #F7A29E;font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;"><center>''Likes''</center></div></h3><br />
: <font style="color:#F7A29E;" size="3">■</font> Outdoors<br />
: <font style="color:#F7A29E;" size="3">■</font> Sweets<br />
: <font style="color:#F7A29E;" size="3">■</font> Knives<br />
: <font style="color:#F7A29E;" size="3">■</font> Pink<br />
: <font style="color:#F7A29E;" size="3">■</font> Fighting<br />
: <font style="color:#F7A29E;" size="3">■</font> Dresses<br />
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: <font style="color:#F3C6B9;" size="3">■</font> Crowds (and similarly loud noises)<br />
: <font style="color:#F3C6B9;" size="3">■</font> Cowardice<br />
: <font style="color:#F3C6B9;" size="3">■</font> Cities / tribes<br />
: <font style="color:#F3C6B9;" size="3">■</font> Authority<br />
: <font style="color:#F3C6B9;" size="3">■</font> Extravagance<br />
: <font style="color:#F3C6B9;" size="3">■</font> Loneliness<br />
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: <font style="color:#FAEDDF;" size="3">■</font> Perceptive to truer intentions<br />
: <font style="color:#FAEDDF;" size="3">■</font> Hunting<br />
: <font style="color:#FAEDDF;" size="3">■</font> Endurance or agility exercises<br />
: <font style="color:#FAEDDF;" size="3">■</font> Whittling<br />
: <font style="color:#FAEDDF;" size="3">■</font> Going, or remaining, largely unseen<br />
: <font style="color:#FAEDDF;" size="3">■</font> Singing<br />
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===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #EB9F9F;font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Appearance & Personality</div>===<br />
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: Staelufre cuts a slight figure, but nothing about her short stature is wasted. She is muscled and athletic in build, though short. Her skin is tanned and golden in complexion from both heritage and a great many days in the sun. With naturally pink hair and tail, though neither accept to being tried to tame. Her hair is fluffy and wild, and so often cut short or bound down by clips. Usually, after hunting, it's also caked in mud. Even more stunning than a girl with pink hair are her gold eyes. They glare at most of the world from behind long lashes, sharp and stripping. Even with the round face and fat, up-turned nose, the gentleness of her face is ruined by such intruding eyes.<br />
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: In almost all situations Staelufre's garbed lightly, wearing little more armor than leather. If there's any metal to her outfit, it is to reinforce weak points such as her shins or forearms. Never does Staelufre show her back, as across it is an uneven and encompassing scar that stretches from shoulders to lower back. More scars mar her arms and hands, though she also commonly wears gloves. Staelufre never goes anywhere without at least a knife, either hidden or plain, and cannot stand to equally part comfortable realms without her most precious ring.<br />
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: Staelufre most often stands slouched or with arms crossed, especially when in the presence of others. In crowds she is withdrawn, quiet and in corners. Anything more than five or six others and Staelufre simply tends to leave. She does not, under many circumstances, go into cities or crowded areas. She fears large numbers of people after being so withdrawn from civilization. It is to a point where she resents and hates any form of building or city, even at times preaching against the luxury of society. While she believes her words, she does also enjoy the luxuries that homes can provide. Beds and showers are much better than roots and cold lakes.<br />
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: In one word, a sum of her personality would be paradox. She is innocent and violent, both a hunter and likewise utterly feminine. She is harsh in her truths, and warm in her lies. Staelufre is both wise when it comes to others, and utterly ignorant in how to interact with them. Introspective, yet starved for friendship. Should anyone offer her kindness, she will eagerly drink it up and follow at their heels thereafter. Being alone for so long has both driven her to want freedom and to equally want camaraderie. <br />
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: One thing that is less fluid and contrary is her perspective on other people. People are either weak or strong, prey or hunters. Those who are prey she pities and sees no value in. Those who are hunters, she respects. Respect does not always mean Staelufre likes or trust them, however. After spending so long in the wild, she knows very well how to discern who is stronger and how to avoid confrontation. Unfortunately, she also strives to better herself at nearly every turn, so often has a deliberate cause and wish to throw herself into unfair situations just to come out stronger. This often makes her come across as rash, when the acts are in fact deliberate and she's always keenly aware of the very real danger of dying.<br />
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: If in situations when speaking to an individual person she trusts, Staelufre's personality truly shines through. Her words are eloquent and well-chosen, her loyalty is unbearably strong, and her optimism unyielding. She gives advice as best she can and admits ignorance when she cannot. Pride does, at times, keep her from asking for help when she needs it. When speaking to an individual that Staelufre dislikes, she becomes guarded and calloused. Her words are gated, capable of meaning anything, and her lies are so smooth it's impossible to tell them from the half-true metaphors. Her ability to command her emotions in front of those who she deems weaker is impressive, as is her capability of detaching value to their life. Those who are weak, in her opinion, are better off dead. Should Staelufre be speaking, however, individually with a person she doesn't yet know well, she'll always regard them in the way she would regard a new hunting territory. Assessing their weaknesses and prying for strengths, seeking the balance of their personality to determine whether or not they are worth her time.<br />
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===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #EB9F9F;font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Combat</div>===<br />
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: Staelufre does not fight other people very well. She is more akin to the hunt, to employing stealth and surprise, than to fighting others one-on-one. The thrill of battle still runs hot through her, however, and she always enjoys a good fight. Even if it means getting beaten black and blue, she'll take on an opponent if nothing more than for the experience of it. Because of her inexperience in direct combat, she relies mostly on her larger skills. This would be agility and speed. Not getting hit is the biggest name of her game, and while she can take a couple blows they wear her down quickly. Training for combat is not much in hefting weapons and striking dummies. She trains for flexibility and endurance. Running, stretching, climbing; unorthodox things that keep her body in shape but often don't translate into direct physical combat.<br />
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: Primarily, to defeat an opponent, Staelufre uses daggers. She looks for openings in armor first, and exploits any vulnerable spots. Due to being spry and nimble, reaching odd places isn't very difficult. What is difficult is getting close enough to cut without getting hit. So after a few slashes, Staelufre tends to back off and exhaust her opponent by letting them bleed out. To opponents she aims to kill rather than simply defeat, she usually aims for the neck or their gut. Blood is not something the miqo'te is shy of. If she aims to kill as well, it is even less likely that Staelufre will approach an opponent directly.<br />
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===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #EB9F9F;font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Biography</div>===<br />
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=====<div style="padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Tribal Years</div>=====<br />
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:: Born daughter of J'tyraka Nuhn in the jungles of La Noscea as J'adaeza, she had a relatively blissful childhood. Their tribe was exceedingly small, no more than forty people at once, and strictly nomadic. Primarily they traveled through La Noscea, but in her lifetime did build small crafts to carry them across the waters to find new hunting grounds in the Black Shroud. Because of the fact they were so small, it was required for every member of the tribe to be trained and responsible for many aspects of the community. From small things such as building fires, or to larger things such as teaching the children. It was expected, in her tribe, for men and women to both be able to hunt as well as mend wounds.<br />
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:: As with all the other children, being trained to be a productive member of the tribe begun as soon as infancy ended. Her life was relatively easy, for all that a nomadic tribal life could be. She did not excel very well when it came to cooking or skinning creatures. She did not have much patience to learn to stitch clothes back together, and was often scolded for playing too roughly with the other children. Yet one day, she was brought to her mother's tent and given a choice of weaponry. This would be the weapon she would wield for the rest of her life in the tribe, trained in it until it became as much part of her as a limb. Only then would she be allowed to hunt. J'adaeza chose a spear, which was too large for her scrawny form, but stubbornly kept to it.<br />
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:: To those of younger ages, one of the more experienced Tias became their teacher. He taught them how to use the weapons they chose, in a strict yet not unkind manner. J'adaeza at this time was awful with the spear. She commonly dropped it, or was much too loud when carrying it around. She was scolded almost constantly, given extra exercises to learn her weapon better, and not allowed to return to the fires until she finished them. It was punishing, but also rewarding. So early in age, she didn't become bitter by the experience, but instead elevated to enjoy the push of her body. To wield the spear was not a natural thing to the tiny pink-haired girl, but she progressed and became decent at it. Once proficient enough, the Tia then began to train her in hunting tactics and strategies. How to step quietly and place traps, the knowledge of sensing danger and so forth.<br />
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:: At ten, as is traditional in her tribe, J'adaeza was taken on her first hunting trip. She was not permitted to strike at any creatures or wander on her own. She stuck closely to the side of one of the mature hunters, and while much of what she learned was applied, she found she had much more to learn. The thrill of the hunt sunk quickly and deeply in her heart, however, and it soon took her over. She became obsessed with hunting, and decided after but a few meager years of training to dedicate her life to it.<br />
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:: This went against her tribe's custom, however. When J'adaeza's more relaxed chores and duties began to wane in favor to her hunting, she was taken aside and spoken to. At first, they only expressed concerned. Then, when she ignored their words and abandoned her other disciplines in arrogant need for the sport, they began to punish her in true. As an adolescent who, as pre-teens tend to be, was absolutely certain she knew what was best for her, J'azaeda rebelled against the obedience they demanded from her. This was not an uncommon thing at her age, even in the tribe, but it was still disruptive to a community so small. She was frustratingly single-minded and stuck to it. So one evening, after a particularly bad spat with her aunt, she decided to leave the tribe.<br />
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:: Leaving itself wasn't terribly traumatic to J'adaeza. The tribe, at the time, was on a particularly wealthy streak in the Shroud. She took a sufficient amount of foodstuffs and her spear, and set off at the opposite direction. It was liberating, for a while, until she found that one of her half-sisters trailing slowly after her. Having heard of J'adaeza's leaving, J'adisa had soon departed for her own reasoning. Guilt and familial obligation forced her to look over this other girl, who had no skill in hunting or fighting.<br />
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=====<div style="padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Death</div>=====<br />
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:: While J'adaeza and J'adisa traveled back to La Noscea, they found that life without a tribe was more difficult than previously imagined. While J'adaeza was a fair enough hunter, she was poor at every other practical application. Her rebellion became her own punishment, as her sister and her struggled to feed themselves or find proper campsites. There were many close calls to unsavory sorts and rabid beastmen, and J'adaeza gathered many colorful stories about swiping equipment from unsuspecting travelers.<br />
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:: During such a colorful tale, she managed to cross paths with the wrong sort of folk. The story involved behind to why, and how the events unfolded, tends to change with each evolution of the story in present day; suggesting a reluctance to admit why or perhaps even a true confusion as to its truth. But what she does always tell, and seem to recall accurately, is the mutilation of her back. Tossed into the sea of Vylbrand, she nearly drowned. Miracle of miracles, she survived. Washed upon the beach with her back quickly growing an infection. Time for her at this point grew wildly inconsistent. A fever over-took her and she wandered in search of shelter or help. Her body was dying, already weak from her time in the water and what she was certain had been her death. Now, she was experiencing the agony of dying all over again.<br />
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:: Here is where [[Vilsewaen Steinhoh]] rescued the dying miqo'te. She had no idea, for a long time, that she was even in the care of anyone. He tended to her in one of his camps in the lowlands of Vylbrand until she recovered enough to become lucid and aware of her situation. They spoke, and while she was still too weak to move did tell him of her sister and where their campsite had been before her near-fatal accident. J'adisa came immediately and helped Vilsewaen tend to J'adaeza. He spoke strangely, but treated them kindly, and offered more than enough hospitality that they felt comfortable staying at his side.<br />
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====<div style="padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Rebirth</div>====<br />
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:: Though the two half-sisters did not intend to stay with Vilsewaen long, his proficiency of living alone was more than they had. When he offered to teach them, they ended up agreeing. Thus it was that the two came under his tutelage, and the tutelage became something more. His patience and lack of social skills were precisely the right combination of dry and kind that the two bonded with. So when Vilsewaen, the wandering hermit that he is, said he was climbing higher to the La Noscean mountains he took J'adaeza and J'adisa with him.<br />
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:: There is where J'adaeza's birth into Staelufre became apparent. Though she may had been on the physical brink of death before, with Vilsewaen's help she finally accepted that she will never again be part of a tribe. And as the hermit accepted these two lost girls into his care, he gave to them his traditions and philosophies as well. So J'adaeza and J'adisa came to be known, respectively, as Staelufre Lysmerl and Siehrova Brynstymm. The women were encouraged to be free and study whatever pursuit came to their heart, while their new father ensured their welfare and ability to look after themselves. So they developed into two opposites. Where Staelufre was wild, Siehrova was patient: Where Staelufre learned and strengthened her body, Siehrova was curious and expanded her mind. The two were dawn and dusk, and they both loved Vilsewaen as if he were the sky itself.<br />
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:: The three were very happy for a long time. As was his nature, Vilsewaen would often leave the two to wander. Even attached to others, he was still a hermit at heart. But Staelufre and Siehrova did not seem to mind. Their growth became exponential as they explored the mountains of La Noscea, alone and away from any civilization. The two bonded until their differences expanded and then compounded, both taking pieces of each other until neither were sure which one began and the other ended. These are the happiest memories to Staelufre, with her ever-present sister and her wayward father. Each so dear to her that she would have rather died than be left without them in the world.<br />
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:: Eventually Staelufre and Siehrova left La Noscea. Vilsewaen went with them as far as the Shroud, and from there they wandered to Coerthas. The cold weather did not suit Siehrova, but the stars fascinated her sister. Staelufre had always been fascinated by stars and their clarity in these northern grounds stole her heart away. They wandered wherever they wished, though often returned to their "home" in the mountains.<br />
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====<div style="padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">The Calamity</div>====<br />
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:: About four years before the Calamity fell, Vilsewaen took in another rogue soul. While Staelufre isn't sure where the old man found [[Renee Becquerel]] - who was then Renaud - he certainly came to become a large figurehead for the elezen. The then-named Wakkeyha Syngronn became Vilsewaen's apprentice. This excited the first time Staelufre ever felt jealousy in another person. She had always thought of her father as belonging to their family, and here was an interloper to steal Vilsewaen's time and ideals away from their already precious moments. It frustrated her, and she harbored equal envy that Renee had the Echo while she did not. So when the Garlean forces threatened their doorstep and Renee announced her leave, Staelufre was overjoyed... until Vilsewaen announced he was leaving as well.<br />
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:: She remained in the mountains of La Noscea until after Dalamud hit. Then she waited longer for Vilsewaen to return. Eventually, she became too anxious and left - parting with Siehrova for the first time in years. She traveled, seeing the cruelty and savagery that was brought on with total desolation. While uninterested in helping cities to rebuild and regrow, she did know that her skills as a hunter would do many well. So Staelufre took up many odd jobs, expanding her skills and honing her ability as a hunter to be met by the need and demand of others.<br />
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:: This continued until the ships were rebuilt and the island reconnected to the rest of Eorzea. Then Staelufre left, wanderlust unable to be sated. She continued to work as a hunter for hire for a small time, building a thin and unimportant network of people who knew her by face if not by name. She abandoned it, however, when Revenant's Toll was being formed. Instead she returned to Siehrova and two journeyed there, to a place where Siehrova's genius and thirsty for knowledge could be met on a frontier that would also excite her more than any dusty library. For a time, Staelufre remained in Mor Dhona withe her sister. She did little other than wander and explore, doting upon her other half until such time that she became too thirsty for the hunt again.<br />
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====<div style="padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Present</div>====<br />
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:: So she left. She regathered her structure of hunting for meager favors or bits of gil, for things that she could not make or find herself in the wild. This was when she came to find, from Vilsewaen, that the long-left apprentice Renee Becquerel had started a Free Company. While the name the Coral Sea was appeasing to her, what truly interested her was the name of their home. It was named in her honor, supposedly, and while her desire to be free and away from any form of civilization was strong... the compulsion to see such a strange thing was stronger. So Staelufre wandered for her first time into the Mist, and quickly became lost.<br />
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:: This was where she met [[L'aenoh Tia]]. Through a quick spiral of events, he introduced her to many others of the Coral Sea. Their relationship becoming something strong, she remained near to the Mist - begrudgingly - to also remain near him. Her first impression of the people was unpleasant. They commonly referred to her as "Zhen's replacement" or "stray", and it happened so often and with so much repetition she accepted it as the views of all those who lived within walls. Dejected and hurt by their actions and calloused attitudes, Staelufre withdrew even further from any want to be apart of the Coral Sea or its people.<br />
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:: It took much convincing and debate before L'aenoh was able to get Staelufre to join the Coral Sea's roster. She still argues that she's not properly a member. In her eyes, she has never been fully socially accepted. Yet she is officially documented in their applications, so is technically a member. Being with the Coral Sea has expanded those she met, as well, to most everyone that she currently knows. While she disappears for long times to hunt or do whatever else she wishes, she does commonly return to the Free Company house either for its luxuries or its company.<br />
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:: Even more recent, she's been traveling to the Goblet on a frequenct basis. There is a select few of people who have caught her interest, and that she's certain hold answers they may not be sure that they have. As ever, she has a habit of finding ill fortune and then diving into it even deeper.<br />
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===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #EB9F9F;font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Miscellaneous</div>===<br />
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* She has a habit of naming people, and will eagerly explain the names she's given and their meaning to great detail.<br />
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* Her favorite food is cake. Specifically rolanberry and chocolate flavored.<br />
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* Odds are, if someone's in good standing with her, she will do almost anything that they request of her.<br />
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* If you give her sweets, expect her to always look to you for more. (Don't feed stray cats, kids!)<br />
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* Some of her other names include:<br />
:: J'adaeza Tyraka<br />
:: Skaenliht Lysmerl<br />
:: Klynskaet Lysmerl<br />
:: Steigifenix Lysmerl<br />
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''Some of these rumors are untrue or are greatly exaggerated. Please feel free to add your own rumors under PC!''<br />
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<div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #90AB76;">◢ Common and easily overheard, use freely</div></b><br />
: <font style="color:#90AB76;" size="3">■</font> "She's odd. Doesn't speak well, and ran off soon as she got her booze. At least she paid," <i>Merchant at Aleport</i><br />
: <font style="color:#90AB76;" size="3">■</font> "Ah, aye, I know 'er. Got charged with poaching once. I remember, 'cause next day we found a couple of Redbellies hangin' from the trees not far off the road. Took forever to get 'em down," <i>Woodwailer in Central Shroud</i><br />
: <font style="color:#90AB76;" size="3">■</font> "Yeah, she comes through here often. Sometimes she doesn't have gil and ends up having to barter pieces of jewelry. Her boyfriend or husband or someone always comes around a day or two later to buy the jewelry back," <i>Ferryman at Vesper Bay</i><br />
: <font style="color:#90AB76;" size="3">■</font> "Sometimes she stops here, but never to take a chocobo. Avoids the damn things like the plague," <i>Any Choco-keep in the Sanctuaries</i><br />
: <font style="color:#90AB76;" size="3">■</font> "I keep telling her: No fishing in the ponds! You know what, when you find her, tell her that for me!" <i>Frustrated Adder in Lavender Beds</i><br />
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<b><div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #F37E1D;">◢ Moderately difficult to overhear, use sparingly or ask first</div></b><br />
: <font style="color:#F37E1D;" size="3">■</font> "She's a poor thing. Sometimes she likes to soak in the waters here before she goes to trade over by the Wanderer's Palace. Her back is just a travesty for something so cute," <i>Worker at Camp Bronze Lake</i><br />
: <font style="color:#F37E1D;" size="3">■</font> "You know, it's funny, I saw 'er 'round 'ere a lot. Just hangin' out, talkin' to th' farmers. Then up an' disappears. Ain't seen 'er since," <i>Farmer at Summerford Farms</i><br />
: <font style="color:#F37E1D;" size="3">■</font> "Ah, yeah, I've seen her. Well, heard is more like... Those two cats are damned loud..." <i>Grimacing Yellowjacket Who Works Near the Eyes</i><br />
: <font style="color:#F37E1D;" size="3">■</font> "That pink one? She comes in about once a moon to buy some cake. Real skittish, but always tips well!" <i>Chef in the Bismark</i><br />
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<b><div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #D83018;">◢ Very difficult or rarely overheard, ask before using</div></b><br />
: <font style="color:#D83018;" size="3">■</font> "I don't know why, but sometimes she leaves offerings at Thal's Shrine. Won't speak to anyone, either. Just walks in and spends a few bells in silence only to leave," <i>Brass Blade on Highbridge</i><br />
: <font style="color:#D83018;" size="3">■</font> "Is the damnest thing. She looks just like one of my tribe sisters... But I could have sworn her dead," <i>Hard-working Tia in Wineport</i><br />
: <font style="color:#D83018;" size="3">■</font> "I know the name. Commissioned some unique weapons. All pretty confidential, I'm afraid," <i>Blacksmith in Limsa Lominsa</i><br />
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<b><div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #aac5b4;">◢ Rumors from the character's of other players</div></b><br />
: <font style="color:#aac5b4;" size="3">■</font> "Arcane magic around her? Forget about it. She's like... Way too angry about something involving it," <i>[[Harper Brightwind]]</i><br />
: <font style="color:#aac5b4;" size="3">■</font> "I'm fairly certain she has little to no respect for the dead. Or for the living. Or any value for life itself given how quick she treats folk. And I'm pretty sure she doesn't know anything about privacy or secrets. Ever. Journals included," <i>[[Chaska Dakwhil]]</i><br />
: <font style="color:#aac5b4;" size="3">■</font> "The pink one? She's absolutely terrified of me for some reason or another. Poor dear. I believe someone asked me if I might be there to take her away or something of the like. I am not quite sure why since we have never really met," <i>[[J'nangho Jhimei]]</i><br />
: <font style="color:#aac5b4;" size="3">■</font>"She is blessed with a lot of drive and ambition, all fueled with good cause. Lady Staelufre will take in everything around her, dare say some knowledge without reflecting on it becomes only chaos, though. Shall always try to be there and bring clarity to all her goals; may I never fail to protect her from the poisons." <i>[[Jancis Milburga]]</i><br />
: <font style="color:#aac5b4;" size="3">■</font>"Oh! Stae! They call her 'the Huntress'. Well, at least I call her that. Anyroads, she knows things. Things about predators and prey that I've only... felt but couldn't put to words. To say she's like magic on the hunt is doing a disservice to her instinctual talent. She's more miqo'te than my Matron." <i>[[R'sass Thras]]</i><br />
: <font style="color:#aac5b4;" size="3">■</font>"She know more about roegadyns than me. Her father is miqo'te with roegadyn inside. She lived with stars. She is most magic person I know but she not use it...I think. She make me feel life is different from how know. Give her fruit and share stories! Will like and have very many funs!" <i>[[Flickering Ember]]</i><br />
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: <center><font style="color:#000000;" size="3">♥</font> Physical Attraction <font style="color:#F02311;" size="3">♥</font> Romantic Desire <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font> Platonic Love <font style="color:#F0F078;" size="3">♥</font> Worship </center> <br />
: <center><font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> Good Standing <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> Neutral <font style="color:#C24640;" size="3">●</font> Poor Standing</center><br />
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: <font style="color:#F02311;" size="3">♥</font> <font style="color:#000000;" size="3">♥</font> [[L'aenoh Tia]]: "Ganzjaega Riklifaeld" : A man she met in the Mist. Their beginnings were rather rough, though both held an attraction for the other since the moment they met. After some struggle with a rather cruel Keeper named Hnaba, they came together and bonded in a way neither expected. Ever since, the two have been inseparable. Staelufre has come to love him in true. She has no plans to deviate from his side, and goes to great lengths to ensure his safety. They were married on Feburary 28th.<br />
: <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font> [[Vilsewaen Steinhoh]]: Her father, her mentor, her brother. He is the person Staelufre respects the most in her life, and strives to be like. It is a constant disappointment to her that she cannot follow in his footsteps, or become precisely alike him. Almost everything she does is to give him pride and prove herself worthy in his eyes.<br />
: <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font> [[Siehrova Brynstymm]]: Her sister. Staelufre is wildly protective of her intelligent and kind kin. Their shared history has forged their bond into something that is unbreakable. She values Siehrova for her intelligence and quick wit, and admires her for being able to do so many things that she cannot even conceive possible. While her sister works on various projects in Mor Dhona, almost always consisting of magitek, Staelufre makes sure to provide her sister with every comfort and need she could ask for.<br />
: <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font> [[Renee Becquerel]]: "Wakkeyha Syngronn" : Her sister, her rival. She is the apprentice of her father and her natural affinity to truth and ownership of the Echo has made Wakkeyha the favorite of Vilsewaen. In this, Staelufre is constantly jealous of her and irritated of her natural prowess with mysticism. She sees in Renee all the things she wishes she can be, and yet her sister is blissfully ignorant of such facts. Renee's fawning and doting over Staelufre as her own sister only makes her feel guilty of this, and oddly endeared to the woman.<br />
: <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">●</font> [[Tiergan Vashir]]: "Wynztier Eifaufre" : A brother, strong and bound by both love and loyalty. Originally a strange man, she became endeared to him after a long talk about the Lotus. Some of his earnest personality began to shine, and with it Staelufre saw someone of noble heart. She has since followed him throughout much of Eorzea on bizarre adventures to save friends or return them home. He has since named her "Steigifenix", and they've become bound in a sibling-like love for one another.<br />
: <font style="color:#F0F078;" size="3">♥</font> [[Telos]]: "Guolstyrm Grymhoh" : Someone who holds the answers to many of her questions. He's treated her fairly, and kindly, and for this she holds to him a sense of loyalty. There's something that makes others frightened of him, but whatever wariness this caused has been abandoned. He has earned to her a place in her heart as an idol: Someone she is willing to follow without question and with idealistic devotion and has come to accept him as a man who will be God.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Jancis Milburga]]: "Solkeim Brynroega" : Her friend. Jancis and she first met through L'aenoh, and the healer has proved nothing but kind and stalwart. Even in the heat of battle or its gross after-effects, the woman never seems to waver. Even in the grossest of situations, Jancis is a shining beacon for her to orient herself. Staelufre remains loyal to her, and has never had cause to question this. She plans to ever be.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Ja'ren A'lenthin]]: "Arengybet Haerzhylt" : Their relationship begun on a rocky note. Miscommunication and estranged feelings made the two incapable of seeing eye-to-eye at first. Yet, when entrusting Ja'ren with a mysterious Void artefact, the two began a strange journey that solidified their friendship. Unexpected circumstances brought them even closer, and Ja'ren teaches her much of her magick and control over it. She ever admired Ja'ren, though also finds him foolish at times.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Zaius Rhal'seer]]: "Doenruht Formnwust" : Staelufre's teacher. After Zaius insulted her mate by beating him in battle and tying him to a bed, she sought Zaius out to seek revenge. With original intentions of killing him, she was instead impressed by his technique and strength. After agreeing to teach her, and a couple lessons, she's come to trust the Keeper entirely. He shows to her an amount of care and yet willingness to let her learn. Because of that, she gives him an amount of blind faith many would advise against.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Teld're Eska'aldren]]: "Myrganais Gesprheti" : The seer, as she called him, is a strange and recent friend. He is mercurial and ever-shifting. In just one sun, she saw many sides to the man and is fascinated by each of them. The curiosity likewise expands to his various mysteries and entanglements he's entered himself in. She has spent an increasing amount of time in his company and the company of his friends, and each moment has only made her loyalty to him grow. She is determined to be a stalwart friend at his side.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Mikh'a Elakha]]: "Saelbwaent Sylbtoum" : The gentle shadow was someone who first left his mark after healing her during her original spar with Aiouxdaux. The experience was a painful one, but after meeting a second and third time, he won her over with his quiet presence and gentle gestures. She is desperate to learn magick from him, and to please him, and to be a great many things. She admires Mikh'a in the way she admires Telos: She wishes to both emulate him and make him proud of her at the same time.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Aiouxdaux Beaumont]]: "Weichnsthal Merlnebel" : The dervish doctore was someone she first bonded with after a sparring bout that had left both of them nearly dead. She understands him rather well, despite knowing so little of him. She thinks him someone of great amusement and deadly skill, and so looks up to him quite a bit. He seems to have many heartaches, and the two have shared no small amounts of promises between each other. She recognizes him as both peer and leader, as someone who she shall fall behind in combat and leap towards in conversation. He's a beacon, to her, though she worries what will happen when the sorrow he hides swallows him up.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[J'azhar Tia]]: "Blynulm Wakknberk" : Introduced to her through Sylas, the young member of Jackal tribe was originally supposed to be a source of information. He quickly charmed her not only with a sense of his kindness for their mutual friends, but also his innocent manner of speech. It seems their friend circles have merged, for which Staelufre is only thankful, as she's ultimately fond of J'azhar's fretting and warm personality. She is envious of him, for it seems everyone is loving and affectionate of J'azhar, and yet she also is so utterly endeared by a man she views as whole and perfect that she wishes him to think well of her in return.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Leanne Delphium]]: "Weinspaer" : The appointed "best friend". After having scolded Staelufre on ill social behavior, L'aenoh assigned the two of them to be friends from then on out. It's been somewhat uncertain ground, but the hat-clad woman is such a different presence that Staelufre help but agree she's fine friend material. Much is unknown about Leanne, though she manages to keep amusing Staelufre.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Faolan Woodlock]]: "Nezelcwin" : A man she hardly knows. He smells of campfire smoke and forests. This initial impression leads Staelufre to wanting to know more. After recent events that led her to witness Faolan's way of healing, and the knowledge he witnessed Dhemgeim's death, she's only more intent on prying beneath that mask of his.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[R'sass Thras]]: Her student. A young miqo'te whose tribe has disbanded, she was intent on learning to hunt. The reverence Sass has for her is baffling and, as she believes it, misguided. But it is still a pleasant and entertaining thing to teach another her methods of hunting.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[R'ostam Tia]]: Relative to R'sass, Staelufre finds him hot-headed and brash. His silent behavior, she knows, is entirely a front for a confused and conflicted young man. She hopes to teach him a little of fighting, though also knows that she is by far the least capable of giving him what he needs to know to make a better life outside the tribe.<br />
: <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> [[Memeli Meli]]: "Toffvann" : A powerful lalafell and magnificent braggart. She holds little respect for this person, but does recognize in her the potential to do much. They haven't shared much but in passing, though Memeli's ability to find trouble and also find her way out is always worthy of admiration.<br />
: <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> [[Finecia Hawke]]: "Blahntrachyn" : A peculiar hyur. Staelufre does not trust Finecia in the way she would never fully trust a dragon. Though she wears her past plainly, there is always an uncertainty to what happening in Finecia's mind. She is, at least, a reliable healer.<br />
: <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> [[R'lexia Thras]]: "Lihtleita" : A quiet miqo'te who has not revealed much about herself. While she is Finecia's mate, Staelufre is not yet sure of Lexia's mettle. She seems determined, but there is a weakness and hesitance in her actions that makes Staelufre wonder.<br />
: <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> [[Chaska Dakwhil]]: "Tenkoeya" : Ja'ren's mate and a person Staelufre always wonders about. While mute, her wisdom and cunning is unprecedented. Or because it is because of her inability to talk that Chaska has a way of thinking unparalleled. Either way, Staelufre owes deep respect to Chaska, though knows the two of them are unlikely to ever become friends.<br />
: <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> [[Franz Renatus]]: "Iyrnfystsyn" : After having dealt with an unpleasant elezen, the two came to a mutual understanding. She does not truly wonder after the man, but does at times wonder at his strength. He has, at the very least, the presence enough for her to take his word as truth.<br />
: <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> [[Oscare Iono]]: "Blanabrenn" : Another she knows to be a Garlean. She does not particularly care for this dark-skinned hyur, but he has never done anything to upset her either. At best, she knows him as Jancis' friend.<br />
: <font style="color:#C24640;" size="3">●</font> [[Tausenadel Geispyrsyn]]: "Wybhaerz" : An officer of the Coral Sea. Upon their first meeting, he seemed kind enough, though at their second and every meeting after, he insists on calling her "Stray". Staelufre has expressed her displeasure with this sentiment, and refuses to forgive him for being unable to listen to her or respect her.<br />
: <font style="color:#C24640;" size="3">●</font> [[Sigurd Rainecourt]]: "Bremlohr" : A pitiful little hyur. His weakness makes her dislike and distaste for him very obvious. She thinks that it is a shame, for he has many strong allies, but will never reach to such heights himself. She currently wants to kill him.<br />
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===<div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #EB9F9F;font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Footnotes</div>===<br />
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: Tumblr: http://stillshore.tumblr.com<br />
: Faceclaim: [http://stillshore.tumblr.com/post/109046339712/emilybador-emily-bador-for-lizzy-clothing-by Emily Bador]<br />
: Voiceclaim: [http://youtu.be/TpUP0jjicqY You Are the Moon - The Hush Sound]<br />
: Theme Music: [http://youtu.be/VKrYOUhOeaI Hope in the Air - Laura Marling]<br />
: Theme Music: [http://youtu.be/6k8es2BNloE Little Black Submarines - The Black Keys]<br />
: Theme Music: [http://youtu.be/TybeFBV7awc Upside Down - Paloma Faith]<br />
: Love Song: [http://youtu.be/oP-H36bsK2M A Thousand Years - Christina Perri (Cover by Angela July)]<br />
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: Template by [[Bancroft Gairn]]</div>Dhemgeimhttps://wiki.ffxiv-roleplayers.com/index.php?title=Staelufre_Lysmerl&diff=83922Staelufre Lysmerl2015-04-07T19:56:14Z<p>Dhemgeim: /* Miscellaneous */</p>
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{{Infobox-character<br />
| name = Staelufre Lysmerl<br />
| image = Staewikiprofile.png<br />
| imagewidth = 250<br />
| caption = "May prey find your path."<br />
| gender = Female<br />
| citizenship = N/A<br />
| race = Miqo'te<br />
| clan = Seeker of the Sun<br />
| stat_1 = Age<br />
| stat_1_value = Mid-twenties<br />
| stat_2 = Sexuality<br />
| stat_2_value = Heterosexual<br />
| stat_3 = Occupation<br />
| stat_3_value = Hunter<br />
| stat_4 = Height/Weight<br />
| stat_4_value = 5 fulms, 0 ilms / 110 ponze<br />
| stat_5 = Diety <br />
| stat_5_value = Halone, the Fury<br />
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'''Staelufre Lysmerl''' (pronounced /stail-OU-frey LEES-mar-ill/) was born on 10th Sun of the 5th Umbral Era (October 10th). Her name means "Still Shore of the Bright Sea". She is a miqo'te who was born to one of the vagrant Jackal tribes in La Noscea, wandering through much of Eorzea with them during her childhood. She has kept the affinity to remaining in the wilderness over any form of civilization to this day, and has a very odd way of speaking.<br />
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===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #EB9F9F;font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Basic Info</div>===<br />
Not everyone can understand or relate to Staelufre. This is, at times, exceedingly frustrating to her. She speaks with a parlance that was invented and perfected by a hermit, and thus the mannerisms she uses are very foreign and often leading to misunderstanding. She has, however, been getting lessons on how to speak easier and has begun to become acquainted with a more common cant. Only adding to her oddities, she will avoid cities at a very unreasonable rate. At times, she also forgoes the comfort of houses and chooses to disappear into the wilderness for suns at a time. She prefers alcohol and fighting to any sort of minimal comfort, and excels in agility over brute strength or magick. Because Staelufre is terrible at remembering names, she often gives people her own "nicknames" derived from the roegadyn language.<br />
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:<small>''"He is prey; weak, frightened and unable to fight his way free. He becomes terrified and runs into the briars, then complains when they get caught in his fur. Such rabbits do not deserve pity, or mercy."''<br />
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:''"Oft, you are taken by the deep and churning tides. As they pull you below, to tumble you about, you must not fight. The sea is as nourishing as she is treacherous."''<br />
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:''"I find no small comfort in the shores of my kin. The apprentice and his bannermen honor me with mine namesake, but it is ever the freedom of the sea that I give myself to."''</small><br />
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: <font style="color:#F7A29E;" size="3">■</font> Outdoors<br />
: <font style="color:#F7A29E;" size="3">■</font> Sweets<br />
: <font style="color:#F7A29E;" size="3">■</font> Knives<br />
: <font style="color:#F7A29E;" size="3">■</font> Pink<br />
: <font style="color:#F7A29E;" size="3">■</font> Fighting<br />
: <font style="color:#F7A29E;" size="3">■</font> Dresses<br />
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: <font style="color:#F3C6B9;" size="3">■</font> Crowds (and similarly loud noises)<br />
: <font style="color:#F3C6B9;" size="3">■</font> Cowardice<br />
: <font style="color:#F3C6B9;" size="3">■</font> Cities / tribes<br />
: <font style="color:#F3C6B9;" size="3">■</font> Authority<br />
: <font style="color:#F3C6B9;" size="3">■</font> Extravagance<br />
: <font style="color:#F3C6B9;" size="3">■</font> Loneliness<br />
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: <font style="color:#FAEDDF;" size="3">■</font> Perceptive to truer intentions<br />
: <font style="color:#FAEDDF;" size="3">■</font> Hunting<br />
: <font style="color:#FAEDDF;" size="3">■</font> Endurance or agility exercises<br />
: <font style="color:#FAEDDF;" size="3">■</font> Whittling<br />
: <font style="color:#FAEDDF;" size="3">■</font> Going, or remaining, largely unseen<br />
: <font style="color:#FAEDDF;" size="3">■</font> Singing<br />
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===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #EB9F9F;font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Appearance & Personality</div>===<br />
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: Staelufre cuts a slight figure, but nothing about her short stature is wasted. She is muscled and athletic in build, though short. Her skin is tanned and golden in complexion from both heritage and a great many days in the sun. With naturally pink hair and tail, though neither accept to being tried to tame. Her hair is fluffy and wild, and so often cut short or bound down by clips. Usually, after hunting, it's also caked in mud. Even more stunning than a girl with pink hair are her gold eyes. They glare at most of the world from behind long lashes, sharp and stripping. Even with the round face and fat, up-turned nose, the gentleness of her face is ruined by such intruding eyes.<br />
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: In almost all situations Staelufre's garbed lightly, wearing little more armor than leather. If there's any metal to her outfit, it is to reinforce weak points such as her shins or forearms. Never does Staelufre show her back, as across it is an uneven and encompassing scar that stretches from shoulders to lower back. More scars mar her arms and hands, though she also commonly wears gloves. Staelufre never goes anywhere without at least a knife, either hidden or plain, and cannot stand to equally part comfortable realms without her most precious ring.<br />
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: Staelufre most often stands slouched or with arms crossed, especially when in the presence of others. In crowds she is withdrawn, quiet and in corners. Anything more than five or six others and Staelufre simply tends to leave. She does not, under many circumstances, go into cities or crowded areas. She fears large numbers of people after being so withdrawn from civilization. It is to a point where she resents and hates any form of building or city, even at times preaching against the luxury of society. While she believes her words, she does also enjoy the luxuries that homes can provide. Beds and showers are much better than roots and cold lakes.<br />
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: In one word, a sum of her personality would be paradox. She is innocent and violent, both a hunter and likewise utterly feminine. She is harsh in her truths, and warm in her lies. Staelufre is both wise when it comes to others, and utterly ignorant in how to interact with them. Introspective, yet starved for friendship. Should anyone offer her kindness, she will eagerly drink it up and follow at their heels thereafter. Being alone for so long has both driven her to want freedom and to equally want camaraderie. <br />
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: One thing that is less fluid and contrary is her perspective on other people. People are either weak or strong, prey or hunters. Those who are prey she pities and sees no value in. Those who are hunters, she respects. Respect does not always mean Staelufre likes or trust them, however. After spending so long in the wild, she knows very well how to discern who is stronger and how to avoid confrontation. Unfortunately, she also strives to better herself at nearly every turn, so often has a deliberate cause and wish to throw herself into unfair situations just to come out stronger. This often makes her come across as rash, when the acts are in fact deliberate and she's always keenly aware of the very real danger of dying.<br />
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: If in situations when speaking to an individual person she trusts, Staelufre's personality truly shines through. Her words are eloquent and well-chosen, her loyalty is unbearably strong, and her optimism unyielding. She gives advice as best she can and admits ignorance when she cannot. Pride does, at times, keep her from asking for help when she needs it. When speaking to an individual that Staelufre dislikes, she becomes guarded and calloused. Her words are gated, capable of meaning anything, and her lies are so smooth it's impossible to tell them from the half-true metaphors. Her ability to command her emotions in front of those who she deems weaker is impressive, as is her capability of detaching value to their life. Those who are weak, in her opinion, are better off dead. Should Staelufre be speaking, however, individually with a person she doesn't yet know well, she'll always regard them in the way she would regard a new hunting territory. Assessing their weaknesses and prying for strengths, seeking the balance of their personality to determine whether or not they are worth her time.<br />
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===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #EB9F9F;font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Combat</div>===<br />
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: Staelufre does not fight other people very well. She is more akin to the hunt, to employing stealth and surprise, than to fighting others one-on-one. The thrill of battle still runs hot through her, however, and she always enjoys a good fight. Even if it means getting beaten black and blue, she'll take on an opponent if nothing more than for the experience of it. Because of her inexperience in direct combat, she relies mostly on her larger skills. This would be agility and speed. Not getting hit is the biggest name of her game, and while she can take a couple blows they wear her down quickly. Training for combat is not much in hefting weapons and striking dummies. She trains for flexibility and endurance. Running, stretching, climbing; unorthodox things that keep her body in shape but often don't translate into direct physical combat.<br />
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: Primarily, to defeat an opponent, Staelufre uses daggers. She looks for openings in armor first, and exploits any vulnerable spots. Due to being spry and nimble, reaching odd places isn't very difficult. What is difficult is getting close enough to cut without getting hit. So after a few slashes, Staelufre tends to back off and exhaust her opponent by letting them bleed out. To opponents she aims to kill rather than simply defeat, she usually aims for the neck or their gut. Blood is not something the miqo'te is shy of. If she aims to kill as well, it is even less likely that Staelufre will approach an opponent directly.<br />
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=====<div style="padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Tribal Years</div>=====<br />
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:: Born daughter of J'tyraka Nuhn in the jungles of La Noscea as J'adaeza, she had a relatively blissful childhood. Their tribe was exceedingly small, no more than forty people at once, and strictly nomadic. Primarily they traveled through La Noscea, but in her lifetime did build small crafts to carry them across the waters to find new hunting grounds in the Black Shroud. Because of the fact they were so small, it was required for every member of the tribe to be trained and responsible for many aspects of the community. From small things such as building fires, or to larger things such as teaching the children. It was expected, in her tribe, for men and women to both be able to hunt as well as mend wounds.<br />
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:: As with all the other children, being trained to be a productive member of the tribe begun as soon as infancy ended. Her life was relatively easy, for all that a nomadic tribal life could be. She did not excel very well when it came to cooking or skinning creatures. She did not have much patience to learn to stitch clothes back together, and was often scolded for playing too roughly with the other children. Yet one day, she was brought to her mother's tent and given a choice of weaponry. This would be the weapon she would wield for the rest of her life in the tribe, trained in it until it became as much part of her as a limb. Only then would she be allowed to hunt. J'adaeza chose a spear, which was too large for her scrawny form, but stubbornly kept to it.<br />
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:: To those of younger ages, one of the more experienced Tias became their teacher. He taught them how to use the weapons they chose, in a strict yet not unkind manner. J'adaeza at this time was awful with the spear. She commonly dropped it, or was much too loud when carrying it around. She was scolded almost constantly, given extra exercises to learn her weapon better, and not allowed to return to the fires until she finished them. It was punishing, but also rewarding. So early in age, she didn't become bitter by the experience, but instead elevated to enjoy the push of her body. To wield the spear was not a natural thing to the tiny pink-haired girl, but she progressed and became decent at it. Once proficient enough, the Tia then began to train her in hunting tactics and strategies. How to step quietly and place traps, the knowledge of sensing danger and so forth.<br />
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:: At ten, as is traditional in her tribe, J'adaeza was taken on her first hunting trip. She was not permitted to strike at any creatures or wander on her own. She stuck closely to the side of one of the mature hunters, and while much of what she learned was applied, she found she had much more to learn. The thrill of the hunt sunk quickly and deeply in her heart, however, and it soon took her over. She became obsessed with hunting, and decided after but a few meager years of training to dedicate her life to it.<br />
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:: This went against her tribe's custom, however. When J'adaeza's more relaxed chores and duties began to wane in favor to her hunting, she was taken aside and spoken to. At first, they only expressed concerned. Then, when she ignored their words and abandoned her other disciplines in arrogant need for the sport, they began to punish her in true. As an adolescent who, as pre-teens tend to be, was absolutely certain she knew what was best for her, J'azaeda rebelled against the obedience they demanded from her. This was not an uncommon thing at her age, even in the tribe, but it was still disruptive to a community so small. She was frustratingly single-minded and stuck to it. So one evening, after a particularly bad spat with her aunt, she decided to leave the tribe.<br />
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:: Leaving itself wasn't terribly traumatic to J'adaeza. The tribe, at the time, was on a particularly wealthy streak in the Shroud. She took a sufficient amount of foodstuffs and her spear, and set off at the opposite direction. It was liberating, for a while, until she found that one of her half-sisters trailing slowly after her. Having heard of J'adaeza's leaving, J'adisa had soon departed for her own reasoning. Guilt and familial obligation forced her to look over this other girl, who had no skill in hunting or fighting.<br />
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=====<div style="padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Death</div>=====<br />
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:: While J'adaeza and J'adisa traveled back to La Noscea, they found that life without a tribe was more difficult than previously imagined. While J'adaeza was a fair enough hunter, she was poor at every other practical application. Her rebellion became her own punishment, as her sister and her struggled to feed themselves or find proper campsites. There were many close calls to unsavory sorts and rabid beastmen, and J'adaeza gathered many colorful stories about swiping equipment from unsuspecting travelers.<br />
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:: During such a colorful tale, she managed to cross paths with the wrong sort of folk. The story involved behind to why, and how the events unfolded, tends to change with each evolution of the story in present day; suggesting a reluctance to admit why or perhaps even a true confusion as to its truth. But what she does always tell, and seem to recall accurately, is the mutilation of her back. Tossed into the sea of Vylbrand, she nearly drowned. Miracle of miracles, she survived. Washed upon the beach with her back quickly growing an infection. Time for her at this point grew wildly inconsistent. A fever over-took her and she wandered in search of shelter or help. Her body was dying, already weak from her time in the water and what she was certain had been her death. Now, she was experiencing the agony of dying all over again.<br />
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:: Here is where [[Vilsewaen Steinhoh]] rescued the dying miqo'te. She had no idea, for a long time, that she was even in the care of anyone. He tended to her in one of his camps in the lowlands of Vylbrand until she recovered enough to become lucid and aware of her situation. They spoke, and while she was still too weak to move did tell him of her sister and where their campsite had been before her near-fatal accident. J'adisa came immediately and helped Vilsewaen tend to J'adaeza. He spoke strangely, but treated them kindly, and offered more than enough hospitality that they felt comfortable staying at his side.<br />
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====<div style="padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Rebirth</div>====<br />
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:: Though the two half-sisters did not intend to stay with Vilsewaen long, his proficiency of living alone was more than they had. When he offered to teach them, they ended up agreeing. Thus it was that the two came under his tutelage, and the tutelage became something more. His patience and lack of social skills were precisely the right combination of dry and kind that the two bonded with. So when Vilsewaen, the wandering hermit that he is, said he was climbing higher to the La Noscean mountains he took J'adaeza and J'adisa with him.<br />
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:: There is where J'adaeza's birth into Staelufre became apparent. Though she may had been on the physical brink of death before, with Vilsewaen's help she finally accepted that she will never again be part of a tribe. And as the hermit accepted these two lost girls into his care, he gave to them his traditions and philosophies as well. So J'adaeza and J'adisa came to be known, respectively, as Staelufre Lysmerl and Siehrova Brynstymm. The women were encouraged to be free and study whatever pursuit came to their heart, while their new father ensured their welfare and ability to look after themselves. So they developed into two opposites. Where Staelufre was wild, Siehrova was patient: Where Staelufre learned and strengthened her body, Siehrova was curious and expanded her mind. The two were dawn and dusk, and they both loved Vilsewaen as if he were the sky itself.<br />
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:: The three were very happy for a long time. As was his nature, Vilsewaen would often leave the two to wander. Even attached to others, he was still a hermit at heart. But Staelufre and Siehrova did not seem to mind. Their growth became exponential as they explored the mountains of La Noscea, alone and away from any civilization. The two bonded until their differences expanded and then compounded, both taking pieces of each other until neither were sure which one began and the other ended. These are the happiest memories to Staelufre, with her ever-present sister and her wayward father. Each so dear to her that she would have rather died than be left without them in the world.<br />
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:: Eventually Staelufre and Siehrova left La Noscea. Vilsewaen went with them as far as the Shroud, and from there they wandered to Coerthas. The cold weather did not suit Siehrova, but the stars fascinated her sister. Staelufre had always been fascinated by stars and their clarity in these northern grounds stole her heart away. They wandered wherever they wished, though often returned to their "home" in the mountains.<br />
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====<div style="padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">The Calamity</div>====<br />
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:: About four years before the Calamity fell, Vilsewaen took in another rogue soul. While Staelufre isn't sure where the old man found [[Renee Becquerel]] - who was then Renaud - he certainly came to become a large figurehead for the elezen. The then-named Wakkeyha Syngronn became Vilsewaen's apprentice. This excited the first time Staelufre ever felt jealousy in another person. She had always thought of her father as belonging to their family, and here was an interloper to steal Vilsewaen's time and ideals away from their already precious moments. It frustrated her, and she harbored equal envy that Renee had the Echo while she did not. So when the Garlean forces threatened their doorstep and Renee announced her leave, Staelufre was overjoyed... until Vilsewaen announced he was leaving as well.<br />
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:: She remained in the mountains of La Noscea until after Dalamud hit. Then she waited longer for Vilsewaen to return. Eventually, she became too anxious and left - parting with Siehrova for the first time in years. She traveled, seeing the cruelty and savagery that was brought on with total desolation. While uninterested in helping cities to rebuild and regrow, she did know that her skills as a hunter would do many well. So Staelufre took up many odd jobs, expanding her skills and honing her ability as a hunter to be met by the need and demand of others.<br />
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:: This continued until the ships were rebuilt and the island reconnected to the rest of Eorzea. Then Staelufre left, wanderlust unable to be sated. She continued to work as a hunter for hire for a small time, building a thin and unimportant network of people who knew her by face if not by name. She abandoned it, however, when Revenant's Toll was being formed. Instead she returned to Siehrova and two journeyed there, to a place where Siehrova's genius and thirsty for knowledge could be met on a frontier that would also excite her more than any dusty library. For a time, Staelufre remained in Mor Dhona withe her sister. She did little other than wander and explore, doting upon her other half until such time that she became too thirsty for the hunt again.<br />
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====<div style="padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Present</div>====<br />
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:: So she left. She regathered her structure of hunting for meager favors or bits of gil, for things that she could not make or find herself in the wild. This was when she came to find, from Vilsewaen, that the long-left apprentice Renee Becquerel had started a Free Company. While the name the Coral Sea was appeasing to her, what truly interested her was the name of their home. It was named in her honor, supposedly, and while her desire to be free and away from any form of civilization was strong... the compulsion to see such a strange thing was stronger. So Staelufre wandered for her first time into the Mist, and quickly became lost.<br />
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:: This was where she met [[L'aenoh Tia]]. Through a quick spiral of events, he introduced her to many others of the Coral Sea. Their relationship becoming something strong, she remained near to the Mist - begrudgingly - to also remain near him. Her first impression of the people was unpleasant. They commonly referred to her as "Zhen's replacement" or "stray", and it happened so often and with so much repetition she accepted it as the views of all those who lived within walls. Dejected and hurt by their actions and calloused attitudes, Staelufre withdrew even further from any want to be apart of the Coral Sea or its people.<br />
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:: It took much convincing and debate before L'aenoh was able to get Staelufre to join the Coral Sea's roster. She still argues that she's not properly a member. In her eyes, she has never been fully socially accepted. Yet she is officially documented in their applications, so is technically a member. Being with the Coral Sea has expanded those she met, as well, to most everyone that she currently knows. While she disappears for long times to hunt or do whatever else she wishes, she does commonly return to the Free Company house either for its luxuries or its company.<br />
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:: Even more recent, she's been traveling to the Goblet on a frequenct basis. There is a select few of people who have caught her interest, and that she's certain hold answers they may not be sure that they have. As ever, she has a habit of finding ill fortune and then diving into it even deeper.<br />
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* She has a habit of naming people, and will eagerly explain the names she's given and their meaning to great detail.<br />
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* Her favorite food is cake. Specifically rolanberry and chocolate flavored.<br />
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* Odds are, if someone's in good standing with her, she will do almost anything that they request of her.<br />
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* If you give her sweets, expect her to always look to you for more. (Don't feed stray cats, kids!)<br />
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* Some of her other names include:<br />
:: J'adaeza Tyraka<br />
:: Skaenliht Lysmerl<br />
:: Klynskaet Lysmerl<br />
:: Steigifenix Lysmerl<br />
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''Some of these rumors are untrue or are greatly exaggerated. Please feel free to add your own rumors under PC!''<br />
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<div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #90AB76;">◢ Common and easily overheard, use freely</div></b><br />
: <font style="color:#90AB76;" size="3">■</font> "She's odd. Doesn't speak well, and ran off soon as she got her booze. At least she paid," <i>Merchant at Aleport</i><br />
: <font style="color:#90AB76;" size="3">■</font> "Ah, aye, I know 'er. Got charged with poaching once. I remember, 'cause next day we found a couple of Redbellies hangin' from the trees not far off the road. Took forever to get 'em down," <i>Woodwailer in Central Shroud</i><br />
: <font style="color:#90AB76;" size="3">■</font> "Yeah, she comes through here often. Sometimes she doesn't have gil and ends up having to barter pieces of jewelry. Her boyfriend or husband or someone always comes around a day or two later to buy the jewelry back," <i>Ferryman at Vesper Bay</i><br />
: <font style="color:#90AB76;" size="3">■</font> "Sometimes she stops here, but never to take a chocobo. Avoids the damn things like the plague," <i>Any Choco-keep in the Sanctuaries</i><br />
: <font style="color:#90AB76;" size="3">■</font> "I keep telling her: No fishing in the ponds! You know what, when you find her, tell her that for me!" <i>Frustrated Adder in Lavender Beds</i><br />
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<b><div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #F37E1D;">◢ Moderately difficult to overhear, use sparingly or ask first</div></b><br />
: <font style="color:#F37E1D;" size="3">■</font> "She's a poor thing. Sometimes she likes to soak in the waters here before she goes to trade over by the Wanderer's Palace. Her back is just a travesty for something so cute," <i>Worker at Camp Bronze Lake</i><br />
: <font style="color:#F37E1D;" size="3">■</font> "You know, it's funny, I saw 'er 'round 'ere a lot. Just hangin' out, talkin' to th' farmers. Then up an' disappears. Ain't seen 'er since," <i>Farmer at Summerford Farms</i><br />
: <font style="color:#F37E1D;" size="3">■</font> "Ah, yeah, I've seen her. Well, heard is more like... Those two cats are damned loud..." <i>Grimacing Yellowjacket Who Works Near the Eyes</i><br />
: <font style="color:#F37E1D;" size="3">■</font> "That pink one? She comes in about once a moon to buy some cake. Real skittish, but always tips well!" <i>Chef in the Bismark</i><br />
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<b><div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #D83018;">◢ Very difficult or rarely overheard, ask before using</div></b><br />
: <font style="color:#D83018;" size="3">■</font> "I don't know why, but sometimes she leaves offerings at Thal's Shrine. Won't speak to anyone, either. Just walks in and spends a few bells in silence only to leave," <i>Brass Blade on Highbridge</i><br />
: <font style="color:#D83018;" size="3">■</font> "Is the damnest thing. She looks just like one of my tribe sisters... But I could have sworn her dead," <i>Hard-working Tia in Wineport</i><br />
: <font style="color:#D83018;" size="3">■</font> "I know the name. Commissioned some unique weapons. All pretty confidential, I'm afraid," <i>Blacksmith in Limsa Lominsa</i><br />
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<b><div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #aac5b4;">◢ Rumors from the character's of other players</div></b><br />
: <font style="color:#aac5b4;" size="3">■</font> "Arcane magic around her? Forget about it. She's like... Way too angry about something involving it," <i>[[Harper Brightwind]]</i><br />
: <font style="color:#aac5b4;" size="3">■</font> "I'm fairly certain she has little to no respect for the dead. Or for the living. Or any value for life itself given how quick she treats folk. And I'm pretty sure she doesn't know anything about privacy or secrets. Ever. Journals included," <i>[[Chaska Dakwhil]]</i><br />
: <font style="color:#aac5b4;" size="3">■</font> "The pink one? She's absolutely terrified of me for some reason or another. Poor dear. I believe someone asked me if I might be there to take her away or something of the like. I am not quite sure why since we have never really met," <i>[[J'nangho Jhimei]]</i><br />
: <font style="color:#aac5b4;" size="3">■</font>"She is blessed with a lot of drive and ambition, all fueled with good cause. Lady Staelufre will take in everything around her, dare say some knowledge without reflecting on it becomes only chaos, though. Shall always try to be there and bring clarity to all her goals; may I never fail to protect her from the poisons." <i>[[Jancis Milburga]]</i><br />
: <font style="color:#aac5b4;" size="3">■</font>"Oh! Stae! They call her 'the Huntress'. Well, at least I call her that. Anyroads, she knows things. Things about predators and prey that I've only... felt but couldn't put to words. To say she's like magic on the hunt is doing a disservice to her instinctual talent. She's more miqo'te than my Matron." <i>[[R'sass Thras]]</i><br />
: <font style="color:#aac5b4;" size="3">■</font>"She know more about roegadyns than me. Her father is miqo'te with roegadyn inside. She lived with stars. She is most magic person I know but she not use it...I think. She make me feel life is different from how know. Give her fruit and share stories! Will like and have very many funs!" <i>[[Flickering Ember]]</i><br />
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: <center><font style="color:#000000;" size="3">♥</font> Physical Attraction <font style="color:#F02311;" size="3">♥</font> Romantic Desire <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font> Platonic Love</center> <font style="color:#F0F078;" size="3">♥</font> Worship</center> <br />
: <center><font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> Good Standing <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> Neutral <font style="color:#C24640;" size="3">●</font> Poor Standing</center><br />
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: <font style="color:#F02311;" size="3">♥</font> <font style="color:#000000;" size="3">♥</font> [[L'aenoh Tia]]: "Ganzjaega Riklifaeld" : A man she met in the Mist. Their beginnings were rather rough, though both held an attraction for the other since the moment they met. After some struggle with a rather cruel Keeper named Hnaba, they came together and bonded in a way neither expected. Ever since, the two have been inseparable. Staelufre has come to love him in true. She has no plans to deviate from his side, and goes to great lengths to ensure his safety. They were married on Feburary 28th.<br />
: <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font> [[Vilsewaen Steinhoh]]: Her father, her mentor, her brother. He is the person Staelufre respects the most in her life, and strives to be like. It is a constant disappointment to her that she cannot follow in his footsteps, or become precisely alike him. Almost everything she does is to give him pride and prove herself worthy in his eyes.<br />
: <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font> [[Siehrova Brynstymm]]: Her sister. Staelufre is wildly protective of her intelligent and kind kin. Their shared history has forged their bond into something that is unbreakable. She values Siehrova for her intelligence and quick wit, and admires her for being able to do so many things that she cannot even conceive possible. While her sister works on various projects in Mor Dhona, almost always consisting of magitek, Staelufre makes sure to provide her sister with every comfort and need she could ask for.<br />
: <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font> [[Renee Becquerel]]: "Wakkeyha Syngronn" : Her sister, her rival. She is the apprentice of her father and her natural affinity to truth and ownership of the Echo has made Wakkeyha the favorite of Vilsewaen. In this, Staelufre is constantly jealous of her and irritated of her natural prowess with mysticism. She sees in Renee all the things she wishes she can be, and yet her sister is blissfully ignorant of such facts. Renee's fawning and doting over Staelufre as her own sister only makes her feel guilty of this, and oddly endeared to the woman.<br />
: <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">●</font> [[Tiergan Vashir]]: "Wynztier Eifaufre" : A brother, strong and bound by both love and loyalty. Originally a strange man, she became endeared to him after a long talk about the Lotus. Some of his earnest personality began to shine, and with it Staelufre saw someone of noble heart. She has since followed him throughout much of Eorzea on bizarre adventures to save friends or return them home. He has since named her "Steigifenix", and they've become bound in a sibling-like love for one another.<br />
: <font style="color:#F0F078;" size="3">♥</font> [[Telos]]: "Guolstyrm Grymhoh" : Someone who holds the answers to many of her questions. He's treated her fairly, and kindly, and for this she holds to him a sense of loyalty. There's something that makes others frightened of him, but whatever wariness this caused has been abandoned. He has earned to her a place in her heart as an idol: Someone she is willing to follow without question and with idealistic devotion and has come to accept him as a man who will be God.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Jancis Milburga]]: "Solkeim Brynroega" : Her friend. Jancis and she first met through L'aenoh, and the healer has proved nothing but kind and stalwart. Even in the heat of battle or its gross after-effects, the woman never seems to waver. Even in the grossest of situations, Jancis is a shining beacon for her to orient herself. Staelufre remains loyal to her, and has never had cause to question this. She plans to ever be.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Ja'ren A'lenthin]]: "Arengybet Haerzhylt" : Their relationship begun on a rocky note. Miscommunication and estranged feelings made the two incapable of seeing eye-to-eye at first. Yet, when entrusting Ja'ren with a mysterious Void artefact, the two began a strange journey that solidified their friendship. Unexpected circumstances brought them even closer, and Ja'ren teaches her much of her magick and control over it. She ever admired Ja'ren, though also finds him foolish at times.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Zaius Rhal'seer]]: "Doenruht Formnwust" : Staelufre's teacher. After Zaius insulted her mate by beating him in battle and tying him to a bed, she sought Zaius out to seek revenge. With original intentions of killing him, she was instead impressed by his technique and strength. After agreeing to teach her, and a couple lessons, she's come to trust the Keeper entirely. He shows to her an amount of care and yet willingness to let her learn. Because of that, she gives him an amount of blind faith many would advise against.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Teld're Eska'aldren]]: "Myrganais Gesprheti" : The seer, as she called him, is a strange and recent friend. He is mercurial and ever-shifting. In just one sun, she saw many sides to the man and is fascinated by each of them. The curiosity likewise expands to his various mysteries and entanglements he's entered himself in. She has spent an increasing amount of time in his company and the company of his friends, and each moment has only made her loyalty to him grow. She is determined to be a stalwart friend at his side.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Mikh'a Elakha]]: "Saelbwaent Sylbtoum" : The gentle shadow was someone who first left his mark after healing her during her original spar with Aiouxdaux. The experience was a painful one, but after meeting a second and third time, he won her over with his quiet presence and gentle gestures. She is desperate to learn magick from him, and to please him, and to be a great many things. She admires Mikh'a in the way she admires Telos: She wishes to both emulate him and make him proud of her at the same time.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Aiouxdaux Beaumont]]: "Weichnsthal Merlnebel" : The dervish doctore was someone she first bonded with after a sparring bout that had left both of them nearly dead. She understands him rather well, despite knowing so little of him. She thinks him someone of great amusement and deadly skill, and so looks up to him quite a bit. He seems to have many heartaches, and the two have shared no small amounts of promises between each other. She recognizes him as both peer and leader, as someone who she shall fall behind in combat and leap towards in conversation. He's a beacon, to her, though she worries what will happen when the sorrow he hides swallows him up.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[J'azhar Tia]]: "Blynulm Wakknberk" : Introduced to her through Sylas, the young member of Jackal tribe was originally supposed to be a source of information. He quickly charmed her not only with a sense of his kindness for their mutual friends, but also his innocent manner of speech. It seems their friend circles have merged, for which Staelufre is only thankful, as she's ultimately fond of J'azhar's fretting and warm personality. She is envious of him, for it seems everyone is loving and affectionate of J'azhar, and yet she also is so utterly endeared by a man she views as whole and perfect that she wishes him to think well of her in return.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Leanne Delphium]]: "Weinspaer" : The appointed "best friend". After having scolded Staelufre on ill social behavior, L'aenoh assigned the two of them to be friends from then on out. It's been somewhat uncertain ground, but the hat-clad woman is such a different presence that Staelufre help but agree she's fine friend material. Much is unknown about Leanne, though she manages to keep amusing Staelufre.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Faolan Woodlock]]: "Nezelcwin" : A man she hardly knows. He smells of campfire smoke and forests. This initial impression leads Staelufre to wanting to know more. After recent events that led her to witness Faolan's way of healing, and the knowledge he witnessed Dhemgeim's death, she's only more intent on prying beneath that mask of his.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[R'sass Thras]]: Her student. A young miqo'te whose tribe has disbanded, she was intent on learning to hunt. The reverence Sass has for her is baffling and, as she believes it, misguided. But it is still a pleasant and entertaining thing to teach another her methods of hunting.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[R'ostam Tia]]: Relative to R'sass, Staelufre finds him hot-headed and brash. His silent behavior, she knows, is entirely a front for a confused and conflicted young man. She hopes to teach him a little of fighting, though also knows that she is by far the least capable of giving him what he needs to know to make a better life outside the tribe.<br />
: <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> [[Memeli Meli]]: "Toffvann" : A powerful lalafell and magnificent braggart. She holds little respect for this person, but does recognize in her the potential to do much. They haven't shared much but in passing, though Memeli's ability to find trouble and also find her way out is always worthy of admiration.<br />
: <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> [[Finecia Hawke]]: "Blahntrachyn" : A peculiar hyur. Staelufre does not trust Finecia in the way she would never fully trust a dragon. Though she wears her past plainly, there is always an uncertainty to what happening in Finecia's mind. She is, at least, a reliable healer.<br />
: <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> [[R'lexia Thras]]: "Lihtleita" : A quiet miqo'te who has not revealed much about herself. While she is Finecia's mate, Staelufre is not yet sure of Lexia's mettle. She seems determined, but there is a weakness and hesitance in her actions that makes Staelufre wonder.<br />
: <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> [[Chaska Dakwhil]]: "Tenkoeya" : Ja'ren's mate and a person Staelufre always wonders about. While mute, her wisdom and cunning is unprecedented. Or because it is because of her inability to talk that Chaska has a way of thinking unparalleled. Either way, Staelufre owes deep respect to Chaska, though knows the two of them are unlikely to ever become friends.<br />
: <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> [[Franz Renatus]]: "Iyrnfystsyn" : After having dealt with an unpleasant elezen, the two came to a mutual understanding. She does not truly wonder after the man, but does at times wonder at his strength. He has, at the very least, the presence enough for her to take his word as truth.<br />
: <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> [[Oscare Iono]]: "Blanabrenn" : Another she knows to be a Garlean. She does not particularly care for this dark-skinned hyur, but he has never done anything to upset her either. At best, she knows him as Jancis' friend.<br />
: <font style="color:#C24640;" size="3">●</font> [[Tausenadel Geispyrsyn]]: "Wybhaerz" : An officer of the Coral Sea. Upon their first meeting, he seemed kind enough, though at their second and every meeting after, he insists on calling her "Stray". Staelufre has expressed her displeasure with this sentiment, and refuses to forgive him for being unable to listen to her or respect her.<br />
: <font style="color:#C24640;" size="3">●</font> [[Sigurd Rainecourt]]: "Bremlohr" : A pitiful little hyur. His weakness makes her dislike and distaste for him very obvious. She thinks that it is a shame, for he has many strong allies, but will never reach to such heights himself. She currently wants to kill him.<br />
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===<div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #EB9F9F;font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Footnotes</div>===<br />
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: Tumblr: http://stillshore.tumblr.com<br />
: Faceclaim: [http://stillshore.tumblr.com/post/109046339712/emilybador-emily-bador-for-lizzy-clothing-by Emily Bador]<br />
: Voiceclaim: [http://youtu.be/TpUP0jjicqY You Are the Moon - The Hush Sound]<br />
: Theme Music: [http://youtu.be/VKrYOUhOeaI Hope in the Air - Laura Marling]<br />
: Theme Music: [http://youtu.be/6k8es2BNloE Little Black Submarines - The Black Keys]<br />
: Theme Music: [http://youtu.be/TybeFBV7awc Upside Down - Paloma Faith]<br />
: Love Song: [http://youtu.be/oP-H36bsK2M A Thousand Years - Christina Perri (Cover by Angela July)]<br />
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| name = Staelufre Lysmerl<br />
| image = Staewikiprofile.png<br />
| imagewidth = 250<br />
| caption = "May prey find your path."<br />
| gender = Female<br />
| citizenship = N/A<br />
| race = Miqo'te<br />
| clan = Seeker of the Sun<br />
| stat_1 = Age<br />
| stat_1_value = Mid-twenties<br />
| stat_2 = Sexuality<br />
| stat_2_value = Heterosexual<br />
| stat_3 = Occupation<br />
| stat_3_value = Hunter<br />
| stat_4 = Height/Weight<br />
| stat_4_value = 5 fulms, 0 ilms / 110 ponze<br />
| stat_5 = Diety <br />
| stat_5_value = Halone, the Fury<br />
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'''Staelufre Lysmerl''' (pronounced /stail-OU-frey LEES-mar-ill/) was born on 10th Sun of the 5th Umbral Era (October 10th). Her name means "Still Shore of the Bright Sea". She is a miqo'te who was born to one of the vagrant Jackal tribes in La Noscea, wandering through much of Eorzea with them during her childhood. She has kept the affinity to remaining in the wilderness over any form of civilization to this day, and has a very odd way of speaking.<br />
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===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #EB9F9F;font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Basic Info</div>===<br />
Not everyone can understand or relate to Staelufre. This is, at times, exceedingly frustrating to her. She speaks with a parlance that was invented and perfected by a hermit, and thus the mannerisms she uses are very foreign and often leading to misunderstanding. She has, however, been getting lessons on how to speak easier and has begun to become acquainted with a more common cant. Only adding to her oddities, she will avoid cities at a very unreasonable rate. At times, she also forgoes the comfort of houses and chooses to disappear into the wilderness for suns at a time. She prefers alcohol and fighting to any sort of minimal comfort, and excels in agility over brute strength or magick. Because Staelufre is terrible at remembering names, she often gives people her own "nicknames" derived from the roegadyn language.<br />
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:<small>''"He is prey; weak, frightened and unable to fight his way free. He becomes terrified and runs into the briars, then complains when they get caught in his fur. Such rabbits do not deserve pity, or mercy."''<br />
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:''"Oft, you are taken by the deep and churning tides. As they pull you below, to tumble you about, you must not fight. The sea is as nourishing as she is treacherous."''<br />
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:''"I find no small comfort in the shores of my kin. The apprentice and his bannermen honor me with mine namesake, but it is ever the freedom of the sea that I give myself to."''</small><br />
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<div style="padding:10px 35px;background: #F7A29E;font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;"><center>''Likes''</center></div></h3><br />
: <font style="color:#F7A29E;" size="3">■</font> Outdoors<br />
: <font style="color:#F7A29E;" size="3">■</font> Sweets<br />
: <font style="color:#F7A29E;" size="3">■</font> Knives<br />
: <font style="color:#F7A29E;" size="3">■</font> Pink<br />
: <font style="color:#F7A29E;" size="3">■</font> Fighting<br />
: <font style="color:#F7A29E;" size="3">■</font> Dresses<br />
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: <font style="color:#F3C6B9;" size="3">■</font> Crowds (and similarly loud noises)<br />
: <font style="color:#F3C6B9;" size="3">■</font> Cowardice<br />
: <font style="color:#F3C6B9;" size="3">■</font> Cities / tribes<br />
: <font style="color:#F3C6B9;" size="3">■</font> Authority<br />
: <font style="color:#F3C6B9;" size="3">■</font> Extravagance<br />
: <font style="color:#F3C6B9;" size="3">■</font> Loneliness<br />
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: <font style="color:#FAEDDF;" size="3">■</font> Perceptive to truer intentions<br />
: <font style="color:#FAEDDF;" size="3">■</font> Hunting<br />
: <font style="color:#FAEDDF;" size="3">■</font> Endurance or agility exercises<br />
: <font style="color:#FAEDDF;" size="3">■</font> Whittling<br />
: <font style="color:#FAEDDF;" size="3">■</font> Going, or remaining, largely unseen<br />
: <font style="color:#FAEDDF;" size="3">■</font> Singing<br />
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===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #EB9F9F;font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Appearance & Personality</div>===<br />
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: Staelufre cuts a slight figure, but nothing about her short stature is wasted. She is muscled and athletic in build, though short. Her skin is tanned and golden in complexion from both heritage and a great many days in the sun. With naturally pink hair and tail, though neither accept to being tried to tame. Her hair is fluffy and wild, and so often cut short or bound down by clips. Usually, after hunting, it's also caked in mud. Even more stunning than a girl with pink hair are her gold eyes. They glare at most of the world from behind long lashes, sharp and stripping. Even with the round face and fat, up-turned nose, the gentleness of her face is ruined by such intruding eyes.<br />
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: In almost all situations Staelufre's garbed lightly, wearing little more armor than leather. If there's any metal to her outfit, it is to reinforce weak points such as her shins or forearms. Never does Staelufre show her back, as across it is an uneven and encompassing scar that stretches from shoulders to lower back. More scars mar her arms and hands, though she also commonly wears gloves. Staelufre never goes anywhere without at least a knife, either hidden or plain, and cannot stand to equally part comfortable realms without her most precious ring.<br />
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: Staelufre most often stands slouched or with arms crossed, especially when in the presence of others. In crowds she is withdrawn, quiet and in corners. Anything more than five or six others and Staelufre simply tends to leave. She does not, under many circumstances, go into cities or crowded areas. She fears large numbers of people after being so withdrawn from civilization. It is to a point where she resents and hates any form of building or city, even at times preaching against the luxury of society. While she believes her words, she does also enjoy the luxuries that homes can provide. Beds and showers are much better than roots and cold lakes.<br />
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: In one word, a sum of her personality would be paradox. She is innocent and violent, both a hunter and likewise utterly feminine. She is harsh in her truths, and warm in her lies. Staelufre is both wise when it comes to others, and utterly ignorant in how to interact with them. Introspective, yet starved for friendship. Should anyone offer her kindness, she will eagerly drink it up and follow at their heels thereafter. Being alone for so long has both driven her to want freedom and to equally want camaraderie. <br />
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: One thing that is less fluid and contrary is her perspective on other people. People are either weak or strong, prey or hunters. Those who are prey she pities and sees no value in. Those who are hunters, she respects. Respect does not always mean Staelufre likes or trust them, however. After spending so long in the wild, she knows very well how to discern who is stronger and how to avoid confrontation. Unfortunately, she also strives to better herself at nearly every turn, so often has a deliberate cause and wish to throw herself into unfair situations just to come out stronger. This often makes her come across as rash, when the acts are in fact deliberate and she's always keenly aware of the very real danger of dying.<br />
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: If in situations when speaking to an individual person she trusts, Staelufre's personality truly shines through. Her words are eloquent and well-chosen, her loyalty is unbearably strong, and her optimism unyielding. She gives advice as best she can and admits ignorance when she cannot. Pride does, at times, keep her from asking for help when she needs it. When speaking to an individual that Staelufre dislikes, she becomes guarded and calloused. Her words are gated, capable of meaning anything, and her lies are so smooth it's impossible to tell them from the half-true metaphors. Her ability to command her emotions in front of those who she deems weaker is impressive, as is her capability of detaching value to their life. Those who are weak, in her opinion, are better off dead. Should Staelufre be speaking, however, individually with a person she doesn't yet know well, she'll always regard them in the way she would regard a new hunting territory. Assessing their weaknesses and prying for strengths, seeking the balance of their personality to determine whether or not they are worth her time.<br />
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===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #EB9F9F;font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Combat</div>===<br />
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: Staelufre does not fight other people very well. She is more akin to the hunt, to employing stealth and surprise, than to fighting others one-on-one. The thrill of battle still runs hot through her, however, and she always enjoys a good fight. Even if it means getting beaten black and blue, she'll take on an opponent if nothing more than for the experience of it. Because of her inexperience in direct combat, she relies mostly on her larger skills. This would be agility and speed. Not getting hit is the biggest name of her game, and while she can take a couple blows they wear her down quickly. Training for combat is not much in hefting weapons and striking dummies. She trains for flexibility and endurance. Running, stretching, climbing; unorthodox things that keep her body in shape but often don't translate into direct physical combat.<br />
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: Primarily, to defeat an opponent, Staelufre uses daggers. She looks for openings in armor first, and exploits any vulnerable spots. Due to being spry and nimble, reaching odd places isn't very difficult. What is difficult is getting close enough to cut without getting hit. So after a few slashes, Staelufre tends to back off and exhaust her opponent by letting them bleed out. To opponents she aims to kill rather than simply defeat, she usually aims for the neck or their gut. Blood is not something the miqo'te is shy of. If she aims to kill as well, it is even less likely that Staelufre will approach an opponent directly.<br />
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===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #EB9F9F;font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Biography</div>===<br />
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=====<div style="padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Tribal Years</div>=====<br />
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:: Born daughter of J'tyraka Nuhn in the jungles of La Noscea as J'adaeza, she had a relatively blissful childhood. Their tribe was exceedingly small, no more than forty people at once, and strictly nomadic. Primarily they traveled through La Noscea, but in her lifetime did build small crafts to carry them across the waters to find new hunting grounds in the Black Shroud. Because of the fact they were so small, it was required for every member of the tribe to be trained and responsible for many aspects of the community. From small things such as building fires, or to larger things such as teaching the children. It was expected, in her tribe, for men and women to both be able to hunt as well as mend wounds.<br />
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:: As with all the other children, being trained to be a productive member of the tribe begun as soon as infancy ended. Her life was relatively easy, for all that a nomadic tribal life could be. She did not excel very well when it came to cooking or skinning creatures. She did not have much patience to learn to stitch clothes back together, and was often scolded for playing too roughly with the other children. Yet one day, she was brought to her mother's tent and given a choice of weaponry. This would be the weapon she would wield for the rest of her life in the tribe, trained in it until it became as much part of her as a limb. Only then would she be allowed to hunt. J'adaeza chose a spear, which was too large for her scrawny form, but stubbornly kept to it.<br />
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:: To those of younger ages, one of the more experienced Tias became their teacher. He taught them how to use the weapons they chose, in a strict yet not unkind manner. J'adaeza at this time was awful with the spear. She commonly dropped it, or was much too loud when carrying it around. She was scolded almost constantly, given extra exercises to learn her weapon better, and not allowed to return to the fires until she finished them. It was punishing, but also rewarding. So early in age, she didn't become bitter by the experience, but instead elevated to enjoy the push of her body. To wield the spear was not a natural thing to the tiny pink-haired girl, but she progressed and became decent at it. Once proficient enough, the Tia then began to train her in hunting tactics and strategies. How to step quietly and place traps, the knowledge of sensing danger and so forth.<br />
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:: At ten, as is traditional in her tribe, J'adaeza was taken on her first hunting trip. She was not permitted to strike at any creatures or wander on her own. She stuck closely to the side of one of the mature hunters, and while much of what she learned was applied, she found she had much more to learn. The thrill of the hunt sunk quickly and deeply in her heart, however, and it soon took her over. She became obsessed with hunting, and decided after but a few meager years of training to dedicate her life to it.<br />
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:: This went against her tribe's custom, however. When J'adaeza's more relaxed chores and duties began to wane in favor to her hunting, she was taken aside and spoken to. At first, they only expressed concerned. Then, when she ignored their words and abandoned her other disciplines in arrogant need for the sport, they began to punish her in true. As an adolescent who, as pre-teens tend to be, was absolutely certain she knew what was best for her, J'azaeda rebelled against the obedience they demanded from her. This was not an uncommon thing at her age, even in the tribe, but it was still disruptive to a community so small. She was frustratingly single-minded and stuck to it. So one evening, after a particularly bad spat with her aunt, she decided to leave the tribe.<br />
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:: Leaving itself wasn't terribly traumatic to J'adaeza. The tribe, at the time, was on a particularly wealthy streak in the Shroud. She took a sufficient amount of foodstuffs and her spear, and set off at the opposite direction. It was liberating, for a while, until she found that one of her half-sisters trailing slowly after her. Having heard of J'adaeza's leaving, J'adisa had soon departed for her own reasoning. Guilt and familial obligation forced her to look over this other girl, who had no skill in hunting or fighting.<br />
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=====<div style="padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Death</div>=====<br />
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:: While J'adaeza and J'adisa traveled back to La Noscea, they found that life without a tribe was more difficult than previously imagined. While J'adaeza was a fair enough hunter, she was poor at every other practical application. Her rebellion became her own punishment, as her sister and her struggled to feed themselves or find proper campsites. There were many close calls to unsavory sorts and rabid beastmen, and J'adaeza gathered many colorful stories about swiping equipment from unsuspecting travelers.<br />
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:: During such a colorful tale, she managed to cross paths with the wrong sort of folk. The story involved behind to why, and how the events unfolded, tends to change with each evolution of the story in present day; suggesting a reluctance to admit why or perhaps even a true confusion as to its truth. But what she does always tell, and seem to recall accurately, is the mutilation of her back. Tossed into the sea of Vylbrand, she nearly drowned. Miracle of miracles, she survived. Washed upon the beach with her back quickly growing an infection. Time for her at this point grew wildly inconsistent. A fever over-took her and she wandered in search of shelter or help. Her body was dying, already weak from her time in the water and what she was certain had been her death. Now, she was experiencing the agony of dying all over again.<br />
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:: Here is where [[Vilsewaen Steinhoh]] rescued the dying miqo'te. She had no idea, for a long time, that she was even in the care of anyone. He tended to her in one of his camps in the lowlands of Vylbrand until she recovered enough to become lucid and aware of her situation. They spoke, and while she was still too weak to move did tell him of her sister and where their campsite had been before her near-fatal accident. J'adisa came immediately and helped Vilsewaen tend to J'adaeza. He spoke strangely, but treated them kindly, and offered more than enough hospitality that they felt comfortable staying at his side.<br />
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====<div style="padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Rebirth</div>====<br />
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:: Though the two half-sisters did not intend to stay with Vilsewaen long, his proficiency of living alone was more than they had. When he offered to teach them, they ended up agreeing. Thus it was that the two came under his tutelage, and the tutelage became something more. His patience and lack of social skills were precisely the right combination of dry and kind that the two bonded with. So when Vilsewaen, the wandering hermit that he is, said he was climbing higher to the La Noscean mountains he took J'adaeza and J'adisa with him.<br />
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:: There is where J'adaeza's birth into Staelufre became apparent. Though she may had been on the physical brink of death before, with Vilsewaen's help she finally accepted that she will never again be part of a tribe. And as the hermit accepted these two lost girls into his care, he gave to them his traditions and philosophies as well. So J'adaeza and J'adisa came to be known, respectively, as Staelufre Lysmerl and Siehrova Brynstymm. The women were encouraged to be free and study whatever pursuit came to their heart, while their new father ensured their welfare and ability to look after themselves. So they developed into two opposites. Where Staelufre was wild, Siehrova was patient: Where Staelufre learned and strengthened her body, Siehrova was curious and expanded her mind. The two were dawn and dusk, and they both loved Vilsewaen as if he were the sky itself.<br />
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:: The three were very happy for a long time. As was his nature, Vilsewaen would often leave the two to wander. Even attached to others, he was still a hermit at heart. But Staelufre and Siehrova did not seem to mind. Their growth became exponential as they explored the mountains of La Noscea, alone and away from any civilization. The two bonded until their differences expanded and then compounded, both taking pieces of each other until neither were sure which one began and the other ended. These are the happiest memories to Staelufre, with her ever-present sister and her wayward father. Each so dear to her that she would have rather died than be left without them in the world.<br />
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:: Eventually Staelufre and Siehrova left La Noscea. Vilsewaen went with them as far as the Shroud, and from there they wandered to Coerthas. The cold weather did not suit Siehrova, but the stars fascinated her sister. Staelufre had always been fascinated by stars and their clarity in these northern grounds stole her heart away. They wandered wherever they wished, though often returned to their "home" in the mountains.<br />
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====<div style="padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">The Calamity</div>====<br />
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:: About four years before the Calamity fell, Vilsewaen took in another rogue soul. While Staelufre isn't sure where the old man found [[Renee Becquerel]] - who was then Renaud - he certainly came to become a large figurehead for the elezen. The then-named Wakkeyha Syngronn became Vilsewaen's apprentice. This excited the first time Staelufre ever felt jealousy in another person. She had always thought of her father as belonging to their family, and here was an interloper to steal Vilsewaen's time and ideals away from their already precious moments. It frustrated her, and she harbored equal envy that Renee had the Echo while she did not. So when the Garlean forces threatened their doorstep and Renee announced her leave, Staelufre was overjoyed... until Vilsewaen announced he was leaving as well.<br />
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:: She remained in the mountains of La Noscea until after Dalamud hit. Then she waited longer for Vilsewaen to return. Eventually, she became too anxious and left - parting with Siehrova for the first time in years. She traveled, seeing the cruelty and savagery that was brought on with total desolation. While uninterested in helping cities to rebuild and regrow, she did know that her skills as a hunter would do many well. So Staelufre took up many odd jobs, expanding her skills and honing her ability as a hunter to be met by the need and demand of others.<br />
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:: This continued until the ships were rebuilt and the island reconnected to the rest of Eorzea. Then Staelufre left, wanderlust unable to be sated. She continued to work as a hunter for hire for a small time, building a thin and unimportant network of people who knew her by face if not by name. She abandoned it, however, when Revenant's Toll was being formed. Instead she returned to Siehrova and two journeyed there, to a place where Siehrova's genius and thirsty for knowledge could be met on a frontier that would also excite her more than any dusty library. For a time, Staelufre remained in Mor Dhona withe her sister. She did little other than wander and explore, doting upon her other half until such time that she became too thirsty for the hunt again.<br />
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====<div style="padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Present</div>====<br />
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:: So she left. She regathered her structure of hunting for meager favors or bits of gil, for things that she could not make or find herself in the wild. This was when she came to find, from Vilsewaen, that the long-left apprentice Renee Becquerel had started a Free Company. While the name the Coral Sea was appeasing to her, what truly interested her was the name of their home. It was named in her honor, supposedly, and while her desire to be free and away from any form of civilization was strong... the compulsion to see such a strange thing was stronger. So Staelufre wandered for her first time into the Mist, and quickly became lost.<br />
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:: This was where she met [[L'aenoh Tia]]. Through a quick spiral of events, he introduced her to many others of the Coral Sea. Their relationship becoming something strong, she remained near to the Mist - begrudgingly - to also remain near him. Her first impression of the people was unpleasant. They commonly referred to her as "Zhen's replacement" or "stray", and it happened so often and with so much repetition she accepted it as the views of all those who lived within walls. Dejected and hurt by their actions and calloused attitudes, Staelufre withdrew even further from any want to be apart of the Coral Sea or its people.<br />
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:: It took much convincing and debate before L'aenoh was able to get Staelufre to join the Coral Sea's roster. She still argues that she's not properly a member. In her eyes, she has never been fully socially accepted. Yet she is officially documented in their applications, so is technically a member. Being with the Coral Sea has expanded those she met, as well, to most everyone that she currently knows. While she disappears for long times to hunt or do whatever else she wishes, she does commonly return to the Free Company house either for its luxuries or its company.<br />
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:: Even more recent, she's been traveling to the Goblet on a frequenct basis. There is a select few of people who have caught her interest, and that she's certain hold answers they may not be sure that they have. As ever, she has a habit of finding ill fortune and then diving into it even deeper.<br />
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===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #EB9F9F;font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Miscellaneous</div>===<br />
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* She has a habit of naming people, and will eagerly explain the names she's given and their meaning to great detail.<br />
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* Her favorite food is cake. Specifically rolanberry and chocolate flavored.<br />
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* Odds are, if someone's in good standing with her, she will do almost anything that they request of her.<br />
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* If you give her sweets, expect her to always look to you for more. (Don't feed stray cats, kids!)<br />
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* Some of her other names include:<br />
:: J'adaeza Tyraka<br />
:: Skaenliht Lysmerl<br />
:: Klynskaet Lysmerl<br />
:: Kleinstyr Lysmerl<br />
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''Some of these rumors are untrue or are greatly exaggerated. Please feel free to add your own rumors under PC!''<br />
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<div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #90AB76;">◢ Common and easily overheard, use freely</div></b><br />
: <font style="color:#90AB76;" size="3">■</font> "She's odd. Doesn't speak well, and ran off soon as she got her booze. At least she paid," <i>Merchant at Aleport</i><br />
: <font style="color:#90AB76;" size="3">■</font> "Ah, aye, I know 'er. Got charged with poaching once. I remember, 'cause next day we found a couple of Redbellies hangin' from the trees not far off the road. Took forever to get 'em down," <i>Woodwailer in Central Shroud</i><br />
: <font style="color:#90AB76;" size="3">■</font> "Yeah, she comes through here often. Sometimes she doesn't have gil and ends up having to barter pieces of jewelry. Her boyfriend or husband or someone always comes around a day or two later to buy the jewelry back," <i>Ferryman at Vesper Bay</i><br />
: <font style="color:#90AB76;" size="3">■</font> "Sometimes she stops here, but never to take a chocobo. Avoids the damn things like the plague," <i>Any Choco-keep in the Sanctuaries</i><br />
: <font style="color:#90AB76;" size="3">■</font> "I keep telling her: No fishing in the ponds! You know what, when you find her, tell her that for me!" <i>Frustrated Adder in Lavender Beds</i><br />
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<b><div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #F37E1D;">◢ Moderately difficult to overhear, use sparingly or ask first</div></b><br />
: <font style="color:#F37E1D;" size="3">■</font> "She's a poor thing. Sometimes she likes to soak in the waters here before she goes to trade over by the Wanderer's Palace. Her back is just a travesty for something so cute," <i>Worker at Camp Bronze Lake</i><br />
: <font style="color:#F37E1D;" size="3">■</font> "You know, it's funny, I saw 'er 'round 'ere a lot. Just hangin' out, talkin' to th' farmers. Then up an' disappears. Ain't seen 'er since," <i>Farmer at Summerford Farms</i><br />
: <font style="color:#F37E1D;" size="3">■</font> "Ah, yeah, I've seen her. Well, heard is more like... Those two cats are damned loud..." <i>Grimacing Yellowjacket Who Works Near the Eyes</i><br />
: <font style="color:#F37E1D;" size="3">■</font> "That pink one? She comes in about once a moon to buy some cake. Real skittish, but always tips well!" <i>Chef in the Bismark</i><br />
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<b><div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #D83018;">◢ Very difficult or rarely overheard, ask before using</div></b><br />
: <font style="color:#D83018;" size="3">■</font> "I don't know why, but sometimes she leaves offerings at Thal's Shrine. Won't speak to anyone, either. Just walks in and spends a few bells in silence only to leave," <i>Brass Blade on Highbridge</i><br />
: <font style="color:#D83018;" size="3">■</font> "Is the damnest thing. She looks just like one of my tribe sisters... But I could have sworn her dead," <i>Hard-working Tia in Wineport</i><br />
: <font style="color:#D83018;" size="3">■</font> "I know the name. Commissioned some unique weapons. All pretty confidential, I'm afraid," <i>Blacksmith in Limsa Lominsa</i><br />
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<b><div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #aac5b4;">◢ Rumors from the character's of other players</div></b><br />
: <font style="color:#aac5b4;" size="3">■</font> "Arcane magic around her? Forget about it. She's like... Way too angry about something involving it," <i>[[Harper Brightwind]]</i><br />
: <font style="color:#aac5b4;" size="3">■</font> "I'm fairly certain she has little to no respect for the dead. Or for the living. Or any value for life itself given how quick she treats folk. And I'm pretty sure she doesn't know anything about privacy or secrets. Ever. Journals included," <i>[[Chaska Dakwhil]]</i><br />
: <font style="color:#aac5b4;" size="3">■</font> "The pink one? She's absolutely terrified of me for some reason or another. Poor dear. I believe someone asked me if I might be there to take her away or something of the like. I am not quite sure why since we have never really met," <i>[[J'nangho Jhimei]]</i><br />
: <font style="color:#aac5b4;" size="3">■</font>"She is blessed with a lot of drive and ambition, all fueled with good cause. Lady Staelufre will take in everything around her, dare say some knowledge without reflecting on it becomes only chaos, though. Shall always try to be there and bring clarity to all her goals; may I never fail to protect her from the poisons." <i>[[Jancis Milburga]]</i><br />
: <font style="color:#aac5b4;" size="3">■</font>"Oh! Stae! They call her 'the Huntress'. Well, at least I call her that. Anyroads, she knows things. Things about predators and prey that I've only... felt but couldn't put to words. To say she's like magic on the hunt is doing a disservice to her instinctual talent. She's more miqo'te than my Matron." <i>[[R'sass Thras]]</i><br />
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: <center><font style="color:#000000;" size="3">♥</font> Physical Attraction <font style="color:#F02311;" size="3">♥</font> Romantic Desire <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font> Platonic Love</center> <br />
: <center><font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> Good Standing <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> Neutral <font style="color:#C24640;" size="3">●</font> Poor Standing</center><br />
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: <font style="color:#F02311;" size="3">♥</font> <font style="color:#000000;" size="3">♥</font> [[L'aenoh Tia]]: "Ganzjaega Riklifaeld" : A man she met in the Mist. Their beginnings were rather rough, though both held an attraction for the other since the moment they met. After some struggle with a rather cruel Keeper named Hnaba, they came together and bonded in a way neither expected. Ever since, the two have been inseparable. Staelufre has come to love him in true. She has no plans to deviate from his side, and goes to great lengths to ensure his safety. They were married on Feburary 28th.<br />
: <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font> [[Vilsewaen Steinhoh]]: Her father, her mentor, her brother. He is the person Staelufre respects the most in her life, and strives to be like. It is a constant disappointment to her that she cannot follow in his footsteps, or become precisely alike him. Almost everything she does is to give him pride and prove herself worthy in his eyes.<br />
: <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font> [[Siehrova Brynstymm]]: Her sister. Staelufre is wildly protective of her intelligent and kind kin. Their shared history has forged their bond into something that is unbreakable. She values Siehrova for her intelligence and quick wit, and admires her for being able to do so many things that she cannot even conceive possible. While her sister works on various projects in Mor Dhona, almost always consisting of magitek, Staelufre makes sure to provide her sister with every comfort and need she could ask for.<br />
: <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font> [[Renaud Becquerel]]: "Wakkeyha Syngronn" : Her brother, her rival. He is the apprentice of her father and his natural affinity to truth and ownership of the Echo has made Wakkeyha the favorite of Vilsewaen. In this, Staelufre is constantly jealous of him and irritated of his natural prowess with mysticism. She sees in him all the things she wishes she can be, and he is blissfully ignorant of such facts. His fawning and doting over Staelufre as his own sister only makes her feel guilty of this, and oddly endeared to the man she names brother.<br />
: <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font> [[Telos]]: "Guolstyrm Grymhoh" : Someone who holds the answers to many of her questions. He's treated her fairly, and kindly, and for this she holds to him a sense of loyalty. There's something that makes others frightened of him, but whatever wariness this caused has been abandoned. He has earned to her a place in her heart as an idol: Someone she is willing to follow without question and with idealistic devotion.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Jancis Milburga]]: "Solkeim Brynroega" : Her friend. Jancis and she first met through L'aenoh, and the healer has proved nothing but kind and stalwart. Even in the heat of battle or its gross after-effects, the woman never seems to waver. Even in the grossest of situations, Jancis is a shining beacon for her to orient herself. Staelufre remains loyal to her, and has never had cause to question this. She plans to ever be.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Ja'ren A'lenthin]]: "Arengybet Haerzhylt" : Their relationship begun on a rocky note. Miscommunication and estranged feelings made the two incapable of seeing eye-to-eye at first. Yet, when entrusting Ja'ren with a mysterious Void artefact, the two began a strange journey that solidified their friendship. Unexpected circumstances brought them even closer, and Ja'ren teaches her much of her magick and control over it. She ever admired Ja'ren, though also finds him foolish at times.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Tiergan Vashir]]: "Wynztier Eifaufre" : A recent friend to Staelufre, but a strong one. Originally a strange man, she became endeared to him after a long talk about the Lotus. Some of his earnest personality began to shine, and with it Staelufre saw someone of noble heart. She has since followed him throughout much of Eorzea on bizarre adventures to save friends or return them home. Every time they speak, she finds her respect for him growing. And also a sister-like desire to scold him for so often succumbing to his emotions.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Zaius Rhal'seer]]: "Doenruht Formnwust" : Staelufre's teacher. After Zaius insulted her mate by beating him in battle and tying him to a bed, she sought Zaius out to seek revenge. With original intentions of killing him, she was instead impressed by his technique and strength. After agreeing to teach her, and a couple lessons, she's come to trust the Keeper entirely. He shows to her an amount of care and yet willingness to let her learn. Because of that, she gives him an amount of blind faith many would advise against.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Teld're Eska'aldren]]: "Myrganais Gesprheti" : The seer, as she called him, is a strange and recent friend. He is mercurial and ever-shifting. In just one sun, she saw many sides to the man and is fascinated by each of them. The curiosity likewise expands to his various mysteries and entanglements he's entered himself in. She has spent an increasing amount of time in his company and the company of his friends, and each moment has only made her loyalty to him grow. She is determined to be a stalwart friend at his side.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[J'azhar Tia]]: "Blynulm Wakknberk" : Introduced to her through Sylas, the young member of Jackal tribe was originally supposed to be a source of information. He quickly charmed her not only with a sense of his kindness for their mutual friends, but also his innocent manner of speech. They spoke of not only the more grim things, but also of lighter topics that soon left her laughing and delighted. It seems their friend circles have merged, for which Staelufre is only thankful, as she's ultimately fond of J'azhar's fretting and warm personality.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Aiouxdaux Beaumont]]: "Weichnsthal Merlnebel" : The dervish doctore was someone she first bonded with after a sparring bout that had left both of them nearly dead. She understands him rather well, despite knowing so little of him. She thinks him someone of great amusement and deadly skill, and so looks up to him quite a bit. He seems to have many heartaches, though they are not yet close enough for her to offer to help with them as much as she would wish.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Mikh'a Elakha]]: "Saelbwaent Sylbtoum" : The gentle shadow was someone who first left his mark after healing her during her original spar with Aiouxdaux. The experience was a painful one, but after meeting a second and third time, he won her over with his quiet presence and gentle gestures. She is desperate to learn more of him, and to spend more time with someone she feels could earn her trust.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Leanne Delphium]]: "Weinspaer" : The appointed "best friend". After having scolded Staelufre on ill social behavior, L'aenoh assigned the two of them to be friends from then on out. It's been somewhat uncertain ground, but the hat-clad woman is such a different presence that Staelufre help but agree she's fine friend material. Much is unknown about Leanne, though she manages to keep amusing Staelufre.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Faolan Woodlock]]: "Nezelcwin" : A man she hardly knows. He smells of campfire smoke and forests. This initial impression leads Staelufre to wanting to know more. After recent events that led her to witness Faolan's way of healing, and the knowledge he witnessed Dhemgeim's death, she's only more intent on prying beneath that mask of his.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[R'sass Thras]]: Her student. A young miqo'te whose tribe has disbanded, she was intent on learning to hunt. The reverence Sass has for her is baffling and, as she believes it, misguided. But it is still a pleasant and entertaining thing to teach another her methods of hunting.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[R'ostam Tia]]: Relative to R'sass, Staelufre finds him hot-headed and brash. His silent behavior, she knows, is entirely a front for a confused and conflicted young man. She hopes to teach him a little of fighting, though also knows that she is by far the least capable of giving him what he needs to know to make a better life outside the tribe.<br />
: <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> [[Memeli Meli]]: "Toffvann" : A powerful lalafell and magnificent braggart. She holds little respect for this person, but does recognize in her the potential to do much. They haven't shared much but in passing, though Memeli's ability to find trouble and also find her way out is always worthy of admiration.<br />
: <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> [[Finecia Hawke]]: "Blahntrachyn" : A peculiar hyur. Staelufre does not trust Finecia in the way she would never fully trust a dragon. Though she wears her past plainly, there is always an uncertainty to what happening in Finecia's mind. She is, at least, a reliable healer.<br />
: <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> [[R'lexia Thras]]: "Lihtleita" : A quiet miqo'te who has not revealed much about herself. While she is Finecia's mate, Staelufre is not yet sure of Lexia's mettle. She seems determined, but there is a weakness and hesitance in her actions that makes Staelufre wonder.<br />
: <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> [[Chaska Dakwhil]]: "Tenkoeya" : Ja'ren's mate and a person Staelufre always wonders about. While mute, her wisdom and cunning is unprecedented. Or because it is because of her inability to talk that Chaska has a way of thinking unparalleled. Either way, Staelufre owes deep respect to Chaska, though knows the two of them are unlikely to ever become friends.<br />
: <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> [[Franz Renatus]]: "Iyrnfystsyn" : After having dealt with an unpleasant elezen, the two came to a mutual understanding. She does not truly wonder after the man, but does at times wonder at his strength. He has, at the very least, the presence enough for her to take his word as truth.<br />
: <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> [[Oscare Iono]]: "Blanabrenn" : Another she knows to be a Garlean. She does not particularly care for this dark-skinned hyur, but he has never done anything to upset her either. At best, she knows him as Jancis' friend.<br />
: <font style="color:#C24640;" size="3">●</font> [[Tausenadel Geispyrsyn]]: "Wybhaerz" : An officer of the Coral Sea. Upon their first meeting, he seemed kind enough, though at their second and every meeting after, he insists on calling her "Stray". Staelufre has expressed her displeasure with this sentiment, and refuses to forgive him for being unable to listen to her or respect her.<br />
: <font style="color:#C24640;" size="3">●</font> [[Sigurd Rainecourt]]: "Bremlohr" : A pitiful little hyur. His weakness makes her dislike and distaste for him very obvious. She thinks that it is a shame, for he has many strong allies, but will never reach to such heights himself.<br />
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===<div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #EB9F9F;font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Footnotes</div>===<br />
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: Tumblr: http://stillshore.tumblr.com<br />
: Faceclaim: [http://stillshore.tumblr.com/post/109046339712/emilybador-emily-bador-for-lizzy-clothing-by Emily Bador]<br />
: Voiceclaim: [http://youtu.be/TpUP0jjicqY You Are the Moon - The Hush Sound]<br />
: Theme Music: [http://youtu.be/VKrYOUhOeaI Hope in the Air - Laura Marling]<br />
: Theme Music: [http://youtu.be/6k8es2BNloE Little Black Submarines - The Black Keys]<br />
: Theme Music: [http://youtu.be/TybeFBV7awc Upside Down - Paloma Faith]<br />
: Love Song: [http://youtu.be/oP-H36bsK2M A Thousand Years - Christina Perri (Cover by Angela July)]<br />
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: Template by [[Bancroft Gairn]]</div>Dhemgeimhttps://wiki.ffxiv-roleplayers.com/index.php?title=Staelufre_Lysmerl&diff=78241Staelufre Lysmerl2015-03-03T07:27:35Z<p>Dhemgeim: </p>
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{{Infobox-character<br />
| name = Staelufre Lysmerl<br />
| image = Staewikiprofile.png<br />
| imagewidth = 250<br />
| caption = "May prey find your path."<br />
| gender = Female<br />
| citizenship = N/A<br />
| race = Miqo'te<br />
| clan = Seeker of the Sun<br />
| stat_1 = Age<br />
| stat_1_value = Mid-twenties<br />
| stat_2 = Sexuality<br />
| stat_2_value = Heterosexual<br />
| stat_3 = Occupation<br />
| stat_3_value = Hunter<br />
| stat_4 = Height/Weight<br />
| stat_4_value = 5 fulms, 0 ilms / 110 ponze<br />
| stat_5 = Diety <br />
| stat_5_value = Halone, the Fury<br />
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'''Staelufre Lysmerl''' (pronounced /stail-OU-frey LEES-mar-ill/) was born on 10th Sun of the 5th Umbral Era (October 10th). Her name means "Still Shore of the Bright Sea". She is a miqo'te who was born to one of the vagrant Jackal tribes in La Noscea, wandering through much of Eorzea with them during her childhood. She has kept the affinity to remaining in the wilderness over any form of civilization to this day, and has a very odd way of speaking.<br />
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===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #EB9F9F;font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Basic Info</div>===<br />
Not everyone can understand or relate to Staelufre. This is, at times, exceedingly frustrating to her. She speaks with a parlance that was invented and perfected by a hermit, and thus the mannerisms she uses are very foreign and often leading to misunderstanding. She has, however, been getting lessons on how to speak easier and has begun to become acquainted with a more common cant. Only adding to her oddities, she will avoid cities at a very unreasonable rate. At times, she also forgoes the comfort of houses and chooses to disappear into the wilderness for suns at a time. She prefers alcohol and fighting to any sort of minimal comfort, and excels in agility over brute strength or magick. Because Staelufre is terrible at remembering names, she often gives people her own "nicknames" derived from the roegadyn language.<br />
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:<small>''"He is prey; weak, frightened and unable to fight his way free. He becomes terrified and runs into the briars, then complains when they get caught in his fur. Such rabbits do not deserve pity, or mercy."''<br />
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:''"Oft, you are taken by the deep and churning tides. As they pull you below, to tumble you about, you must not fight. The sea is as nourishing as she is treacherous."''<br />
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:''"I find no small comfort in the shores of my kin. The apprentice and his bannermen honor me with mine namesake, but it is ever the freedom of the sea that I give myself to."''</small><br />
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: <font style="color:#F7A29E;" size="3">■</font> Outdoors<br />
: <font style="color:#F7A29E;" size="3">■</font> Sweets<br />
: <font style="color:#F7A29E;" size="3">■</font> Knives<br />
: <font style="color:#F7A29E;" size="3">■</font> Pink<br />
: <font style="color:#F7A29E;" size="3">■</font> Fighting<br />
: <font style="color:#F7A29E;" size="3">■</font> Dresses<br />
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: <font style="color:#F3C6B9;" size="3">■</font> Crowds (and similarly loud noises)<br />
: <font style="color:#F3C6B9;" size="3">■</font> Cowardice<br />
: <font style="color:#F3C6B9;" size="3">■</font> Cities / tribes<br />
: <font style="color:#F3C6B9;" size="3">■</font> Authority<br />
: <font style="color:#F3C6B9;" size="3">■</font> Extravagance<br />
: <font style="color:#F3C6B9;" size="3">■</font> Loneliness<br />
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: <font style="color:#FAEDDF;" size="3">■</font> Perceptive to truer intentions<br />
: <font style="color:#FAEDDF;" size="3">■</font> Hunting<br />
: <font style="color:#FAEDDF;" size="3">■</font> Endurance or agility exercises<br />
: <font style="color:#FAEDDF;" size="3">■</font> Whittling<br />
: <font style="color:#FAEDDF;" size="3">■</font> Going, or remaining, largely unseen<br />
: <font style="color:#FAEDDF;" size="3">■</font> Singing<br />
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===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #EB9F9F;font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Appearance & Personality</div>===<br />
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: Staelufre cuts a slight figure, but nothing about her short stature is wasted. She is muscled and athletic in build, though short. Her skin is tanned and golden in complexion from both heritage and a great many days in the sun. With naturally pink hair and tail, though neither accept to being tried to tame. Her hair is fluffy and wild, and so often cut short or bound down by clips. Usually, after hunting, it's also caked in mud. Even more stunning than a girl with pink hair are her gold eyes. They glare at most of the world from behind long lashes, sharp and stripping. Even with the round face and fat, up-turned nose, the gentleness of her face is ruined by such intruding eyes.<br />
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: In almost all situations Staelufre's garbed lightly, wearing little more armor than leather. If there's any metal to her outfit, it is to reinforce weak points such as her shins or forearms. Never does Staelufre show her back, as across it is an uneven and encompassing scar that stretches from shoulders to lower back. More scars mar her arms and hands, though she also commonly wears gloves. Staelufre never goes anywhere without at least a knife, either hidden or plain, and cannot stand to equally part comfortable realms without her most precious ring.<br />
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: Staelufre most often stands slouched or with arms crossed, especially when in the presence of others. In crowds she is withdrawn, quiet and in corners. Anything more than five or six others and Staelufre simply tends to leave. She does not, under many circumstances, go into cities or crowded areas. She fears large numbers of people after being so withdrawn from civilization. It is to a point where she resents and hates any form of building or city, even at times preaching against the luxury of society. While she believes her words, she does also enjoy the luxuries that homes can provide. Beds and showers are much better than roots and cold lakes.<br />
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: In one word, a sum of her personality would be paradox. She is innocent and violent, both a hunter and likewise utterly feminine. She is harsh in her truths, and warm in her lies. Staelufre is both wise when it comes to others, and utterly ignorant in how to interact with them. Introspective, yet starved for friendship. Should anyone offer her kindness, she will eagerly drink it up and follow at their heels thereafter. Being alone for so long has both driven her to want freedom and to equally want camaraderie. <br />
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: One thing that is less fluid and contrary is her perspective on other people. People are either weak or strong, prey or hunters. Those who are prey she pities and sees no value in. Those who are hunters, she respects. Respect does not always mean Staelufre likes or trust them, however. After spending so long in the wild, she knows very well how to discern who is stronger and how to avoid confrontation. Unfortunately, she also strives to better herself at nearly every turn, so often has a deliberate cause and wish to throw herself into unfair situations just to come out stronger. This often makes her come across as rash, when the acts are in fact deliberate and she's always keenly aware of the very real danger of dying.<br />
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: If in situations when speaking to an individual person she trusts, Staelufre's personality truly shines through. Her words are eloquent and well-chosen, her loyalty is unbearably strong, and her optimism unyielding. She gives advice as best she can and admits ignorance when she cannot. Pride does, at times, keep her from asking for help when she needs it. When speaking to an individual that Staelufre dislikes, she becomes guarded and calloused. Her words are gated, capable of meaning anything, and her lies are so smooth it's impossible to tell them from the half-true metaphors. Her ability to command her emotions in front of those who she deems weaker is impressive, as is her capability of detaching value to their life. Those who are weak, in her opinion, are better off dead. Should Staelufre be speaking, however, individually with a person she doesn't yet know well, she'll always regard them in the way she would regard a new hunting territory. Assessing their weaknesses and prying for strengths, seeking the balance of their personality to determine whether or not they are worth her time.<br />
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: Staelufre does not fight other people very well. She is more akin to the hunt, to employing stealth and surprise, than to fighting others one-on-one. The thrill of battle still runs hot through her, however, and she always enjoys a good fight. Even if it means getting beaten black and blue, she'll take on an opponent if nothing more than for the experience of it. Because of her inexperience in direct combat, she relies mostly on her larger skills. This would be agility and speed. Not getting hit is the biggest name of her game, and while she can take a couple blows they wear her down quickly. Training for combat is not much in hefting weapons and striking dummies. She trains for flexibility and endurance. Running, stretching, climbing; unorthodox things that keep her body in shape but often don't translate into direct physical combat.<br />
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: Primarily, to defeat an opponent, Staelufre uses daggers. She looks for openings in armor first, and exploits any vulnerable spots. Due to being spry and nimble, reaching odd places isn't very difficult. What is difficult is getting close enough to cut without getting hit. So after a few slashes, Staelufre tends to back off and exhaust her opponent by letting them bleed out. To opponents she aims to kill rather than simply defeat, she usually aims for the neck or their gut. Blood is not something the miqo'te is shy of. If she aims to kill as well, it is even less likely that Staelufre will approach an opponent directly.<br />
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===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #EB9F9F;font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Biography</div>===<br />
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=====<div style="padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Tribal Years</div>=====<br />
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:: Born daughter of J'tyraka Nuhn in the jungles of La Noscea as J'adaeza, she had a relatively blissful childhood. Their tribe was exceedingly small, no more than forty people at once, and strictly nomadic. Primarily they traveled through La Noscea, but in her lifetime did build small crafts to carry them across the waters to find new hunting grounds in the Black Shroud. Because of the fact they were so small, it was required for every member of the tribe to be trained and responsible for many aspects of the community. From small things such as building fires, or to larger things such as teaching the children. It was expected, in her tribe, for men and women to both be able to hunt as well as mend wounds.<br />
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:: As with all the other children, being trained to be a productive member of the tribe begun as soon as infancy ended. Her life was relatively easy, for all that a nomadic tribal life could be. She did not excel very well when it came to cooking or skinning creatures. She did not have much patience to learn to stitch clothes back together, and was often scolded for playing too roughly with the other children. Yet one day, she was brought to her mother's tent and given a choice of weaponry. This would be the weapon she would wield for the rest of her life in the tribe, trained in it until it became as much part of her as a limb. Only then would she be allowed to hunt. J'adaeza chose a spear, which was too large for her scrawny form, but stubbornly kept to it.<br />
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:: To those of younger ages, one of the more experienced Tias became their teacher. He taught them how to use the weapons they chose, in a strict yet not unkind manner. J'adaeza at this time was awful with the spear. She commonly dropped it, or was much too loud when carrying it around. She was scolded almost constantly, given extra exercises to learn her weapon better, and not allowed to return to the fires until she finished them. It was punishing, but also rewarding. So early in age, she didn't become bitter by the experience, but instead elevated to enjoy the push of her body. To wield the spear was not a natural thing to the tiny pink-haired girl, but she progressed and became decent at it. Once proficient enough, the Tia then began to train her in hunting tactics and strategies. How to step quietly and place traps, the knowledge of sensing danger and so forth.<br />
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:: At ten, as is traditional in her tribe, J'adaeza was taken on her first hunting trip. She was not permitted to strike at any creatures or wander on her own. She stuck closely to the side of one of the mature hunters, and while much of what she learned was applied, she found she had much more to learn. The thrill of the hunt sunk quickly and deeply in her heart, however, and it soon took her over. She became obsessed with hunting, and decided after but a few meager years of training to dedicate her life to it.<br />
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:: This went against her tribe's custom, however. When J'adaeza's more relaxed chores and duties began to wane in favor to her hunting, she was taken aside and spoken to. At first, they only expressed concerned. Then, when she ignored their words and abandoned her other disciplines in arrogant need for the sport, they began to punish her in true. As an adolescent who, as pre-teens tend to be, was absolutely certain she knew what was best for her, J'azaeda rebelled against the obedience they demanded from her. This was not an uncommon thing at her age, even in the tribe, but it was still disruptive to a community so small. She was frustratingly single-minded and stuck to it. So one evening, after a particularly bad spat with her aunt, she decided to leave the tribe.<br />
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:: Leaving itself wasn't terribly traumatic to J'adaeza. The tribe, at the time, was on a particularly wealthy streak in the Shroud. She took a sufficient amount of foodstuffs and her spear, and set off at the opposite direction. It was liberating, for a while, until she found that one of her half-sisters trailing slowly after her. Having heard of J'adaeza's leaving, J'adisa had soon departed for her own reasoning. Guilt and familial obligation forced her to look over this other girl, who had no skill in hunting or fighting.<br />
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=====<div style="padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Death</div>=====<br />
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:: While J'adaeza and J'adisa traveled back to La Noscea, they found that life without a tribe was more difficult than previously imagined. While J'adaeza was a fair enough hunter, she was poor at every other practical application. Her rebellion became her own punishment, as her sister and her struggled to feed themselves or find proper campsites. There were many close calls to unsavory sorts and rabid beastmen, and J'adaeza gathered many colorful stories about swiping equipment from unsuspecting travelers.<br />
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:: During such a colorful tale, she managed to cross paths with the wrong sort of folk. The story involved behind to why, and how the events unfolded, tends to change with each evolution of the story in present day; suggesting a reluctance to admit why or perhaps even a true confusion as to its truth. But what she does always tell, and seem to recall accurately, is the mutilation of her back. Tossed into the sea of Vylbrand, she nearly drowned. Miracle of miracles, she survived. Washed upon the beach with her back quickly growing an infection. Time for her at this point grew wildly inconsistent. A fever over-took her and she wandered in search of shelter or help. Her body was dying, already weak from her time in the water and what she was certain had been her death. Now, she was experiencing the agony of dying all over again.<br />
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:: Here is where [[Vilsewaen Steinhoh]] rescued the dying miqo'te. She had no idea, for a long time, that she was even in the care of anyone. He tended to her in one of his camps in the lowlands of Vylbrand until she recovered enough to become lucid and aware of her situation. They spoke, and while she was still too weak to move did tell him of her sister and where their campsite had been before her near-fatal accident. J'adisa came immediately and helped Vilsewaen tend to J'adaeza. He spoke strangely, but treated them kindly, and offered more than enough hospitality that they felt comfortable staying at his side.<br />
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====<div style="padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Rebirth</div>====<br />
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:: Though the two half-sisters did not intend to stay with Vilsewaen long, his proficiency of living alone was more than they had. When he offered to teach them, they ended up agreeing. Thus it was that the two came under his tutelage, and the tutelage became something more. His patience and lack of social skills were precisely the right combination of dry and kind that the two bonded with. So when Vilsewaen, the wandering hermit that he is, said he was climbing higher to the La Noscean mountains he took J'adaeza and J'adisa with him.<br />
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:: There is where J'adaeza's birth into Staelufre became apparent. Though she may had been on the physical brink of death before, with Vilsewaen's help she finally accepted that she will never again be part of a tribe. And as the hermit accepted these two lost girls into his care, he gave to them his traditions and philosophies as well. So J'adaeza and J'adisa came to be known, respectively, as Staelufre Lysmerl and Siehrova Brynstymm. The women were encouraged to be free and study whatever pursuit came to their heart, while their new father ensured their welfare and ability to look after themselves. So they developed into two opposites. Where Staelufre was wild, Siehrova was patient: Where Staelufre learned and strengthened her body, Siehrova was curious and expanded her mind. The two were dawn and dusk, and they both loved Vilsewaen as if he were the sky itself.<br />
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:: The three were very happy for a long time. As was his nature, Vilsewaen would often leave the two to wander. Even attached to others, he was still a hermit at heart. But Staelufre and Siehrova did not seem to mind. Their growth became exponential as they explored the mountains of La Noscea, alone and away from any civilization. The two bonded until their differences expanded and then compounded, both taking pieces of each other until neither were sure which one began and the other ended. These are the happiest memories to Staelufre, with her ever-present sister and her wayward father. Each so dear to her that she would have rather died than be left without them in the world.<br />
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:: Eventually Staelufre and Siehrova left La Noscea. Vilsewaen went with them as far as the Shroud, and from there they wandered to Coerthas. The cold weather did not suit Siehrova, but the stars fascinated her sister. Staelufre had always been fascinated by stars and their clarity in these northern grounds stole her heart away. They wandered wherever they wished, though often returned to their "home" in the mountains.<br />
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====<div style="padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">The Calamity</div>====<br />
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:: About four years before the Calamity fell, Vilsewaen took in another rogue soul. While Staelufre isn't sure where the old man found [[Renee Becquerel]] - who was then Renaud - he certainly came to become a large figurehead for the elezen. The then-named Wakkeyha Syngronn became Vilsewaen's apprentice. This excited the first time Staelufre ever felt jealousy in another person. She had always thought of her father as belonging to their family, and here was an interloper to steal Vilsewaen's time and ideals away from their already precious moments. It frustrated her, and she harbored equal envy that Renee had the Echo while she did not. So when the Garlean forces threatened their doorstep and Renee announced her leave, Staelufre was overjoyed... until Vilsewaen announced he was leaving as well.<br />
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:: She remained in the mountains of La Noscea until after Dalamud hit. Then she waited longer for Vilsewaen to return. Eventually, she became too anxious and left - parting with Siehrova for the first time in years. She traveled, seeing the cruelty and savagery that was brought on with total desolation. While uninterested in helping cities to rebuild and regrow, she did know that her skills as a hunter would do many well. So Staelufre took up many odd jobs, expanding her skills and honing her ability as a hunter to be met by the need and demand of others.<br />
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:: This continued until the ships were rebuilt and the island reconnected to the rest of Eorzea. Then Staelufre left, wanderlust unable to be sated. She continued to work as a hunter for hire for a small time, building a thin and unimportant network of people who knew her by face if not by name. She abandoned it, however, when Revenant's Toll was being formed. Instead she returned to Siehrova and two journeyed there, to a place where Siehrova's genius and thirsty for knowledge could be met on a frontier that would also excite her more than any dusty library. For a time, Staelufre remained in Mor Dhona withe her sister. She did little other than wander and explore, doting upon her other half until such time that she became too thirsty for the hunt again.<br />
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====<div style="padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Present</div>====<br />
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:: So she left. She regathered her structure of hunting for meager favors or bits of gil, for things that she could not make or find herself in the wild. This was when she came to find, from Vilsewaen, that the long-left apprentice Renee Becquerel had started a Free Company. While the name the Coral Sea was appeasing to her, what truly interested her was the name of their home. It was named in her honor, supposedly, and while her desire to be free and away from any form of civilization was strong... the compulsion to see such a strange thing was stronger. So Staelufre wandered for her first time into the Mist, and quickly became lost.<br />
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:: This was where she met [[L'aenoh Tia]]. Through a quick spiral of events, he introduced her to many others of the Coral Sea. Their relationship becoming something strong, she remained near to the Mist - begrudgingly - to also remain near him. Her first impression of the people was unpleasant. They commonly referred to her as "Zhen's replacement" or "stray", and it happened so often and with so much repetition she accepted it as the views of all those who lived within walls. Dejected and hurt by their actions and calloused attitudes, Staelufre withdrew even further from any want to be apart of the Coral Sea or its people.<br />
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:: It took much convincing and debate before L'aenoh was able to get Staelufre to join the Coral Sea's roster. She still argues that she's not properly a member. In her eyes, she has never been fully socially accepted. Yet she is officially documented in their applications, so is technically a member. Being with the Coral Sea has expanded those she met, as well, to most everyone that she currently knows. While she disappears for long times to hunt or do whatever else she wishes, she does commonly return to the Free Company house either for its luxuries or its company.<br />
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:: Even more recent, she's been traveling to the Goblet on a frequenct basis. There is a select few of people who have caught her interest, and that she's certain hold answers they may not be sure that they have. As ever, she has a habit of finding ill fortune and then diving into it even deeper.<br />
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* She has a habit of naming people, and will eagerly explain the names she's given and their meaning to great detail.<br />
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* Her favorite food is cake. Specifically rolanberry and chocolate flavored.<br />
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* Odds are, if someone's in good standing with her, she will do almost anything that they request of her.<br />
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* If you give her sweets, expect her to always look to you for more. (Don't feed stray cats, kids!)<br />
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* Some of her other names include:<br />
:: J'adaeza Tyraka<br />
:: Skaenliht Lysmerl<br />
:: Klynskaet Lysmerl<br />
:: Kleinstyr Lysmerl<br />
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''Some of these rumors are untrue or are greatly exaggerated. Please feel free to add your own rumors under PC!''<br />
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<div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #90AB76;">◢ Common and easily overheard, use freely</div></b><br />
: <font style="color:#90AB76;" size="3">■</font> "She's odd. Doesn't speak well, and ran off soon as she got her booze. At least she paid," <i>Merchant at Aleport</i><br />
: <font style="color:#90AB76;" size="3">■</font> "Ah, aye, I know 'er. Got charged with poaching once. I remember, 'cause next day we found a couple of Redbellies hangin' from the trees not far off the road. Took forever to get 'em down," <i>Woodwailer in Central Shroud</i><br />
: <font style="color:#90AB76;" size="3">■</font> "Yeah, she comes through here often. Sometimes she doesn't have gil and ends up having to barter pieces of jewelry. Her boyfriend or husband or someone always comes around a day or two later to buy the jewelry back," <i>Ferryman at Vesper Bay</i><br />
: <font style="color:#90AB76;" size="3">■</font> "Sometimes she stops here, but never to take a chocobo. Avoids the damn things like the plague," <i>Any Choco-keep in the Sanctuaries</i><br />
: <font style="color:#90AB76;" size="3">■</font> "I keep telling her: No fishing in the ponds! You know what, when you find her, tell her that for me!" <i>Frustrated Adder in Lavender Beds</i><br />
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<b><div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #F37E1D;">◢ Moderately difficult to overhear, use sparingly or ask first</div></b><br />
: <font style="color:#F37E1D;" size="3">■</font> "She's a poor thing. Sometimes she likes to soak in the waters here before she goes to trade over by the Wanderer's Palace. Her back is just a travesty for something so cute," <i>Worker at Camp Bronze Lake</i><br />
: <font style="color:#F37E1D;" size="3">■</font> "You know, it's funny, I saw 'er 'round 'ere a lot. Just hangin' out, talkin' to th' farmers. Then up an' disappears. Ain't seen 'er since," <i>Farmer at Summerford Farms</i><br />
: <font style="color:#F37E1D;" size="3">■</font> "Ah, yeah, I've seen her. Well, heard is more like... Those two cats are damned loud..." <i>Grimacing Yellowjacket Who Works Near the Eyes</i><br />
: <font style="color:#F37E1D;" size="3">■</font> "That pink one? She comes in about once a moon to buy some cake. Real skittish, but always tips well!" <i>Chef in the Bismark</i><br />
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<b><div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #D83018;">◢ Very difficult or rarely overheard, ask before using</div></b><br />
: <font style="color:#D83018;" size="3">■</font> "I don't know why, but sometimes she leaves offerings at Thal's Shrine. Won't speak to anyone, either. Just walks in and spends a few bells in silence only to leave," <i>Brass Blade on Highbridge</i><br />
: <font style="color:#D83018;" size="3">■</font> "Is the damnest thing. She looks just like one of my tribe sisters... But I could have sworn her dead," <i>Hard-working Tia in Wineport</i><br />
: <font style="color:#D83018;" size="3">■</font> "I know the name. Commissioned some unique weapons. All pretty confidential, I'm afraid," <i>Blacksmith in Limsa Lominsa</i><br />
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<b><div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #aac5b4;">◢ Rumors from the character's of other players</div></b><br />
: <font style="color:#aac5b4;" size="3">■</font> "Arcane magic around her? Forget about it. She's like... Way too angry about something involving it," <i>[[Harper Brightwind]]</i><br />
: <font style="color:#aac5b4;" size="3">■</font> "I'm fairly certain she has little to no respect for the dead. Or for the living. Or any value for life itself given how quick she treats folk. And I'm pretty sure she doesn't know anything about privacy or secrets. Ever. Journals included," <i>[[Chaska Dakwhil]]</i><br />
: <font style="color:#aac5b4;" size="3">■</font> "The pink one? She's absolutely terrified of me for some reason or another. Poor dear. I believe someone asked me if I might be there to take her away or something of the like. I am not quite sure why since we have never really met," <i>[[J'nangho Jhimei]]</i><br />
: <font style="color:#aac5b4;" size="3">■</font>"She is blessed with a lot of drive and ambition, all fueled with good cause. Lady Staelufre will take in everything around her, dare say some knowledge without reflecting on it becomes only chaos, though. Shall always try to be there and bring clarity to all her goals; may I never fail to protect her from the poisons." <i>[[Jancis Milburga]]</i><br />
: <font style="color:#aac5b4;" size="3">■</font>"Oh! Stae! They call her 'the Huntress'. Well, at least I call her that. Anyroads, she knows things. Things about predators and prey that I've only... felt but couldn't put to words. To say she's like magic on the hunt is doing a disservice to her instinctual talent. She's more miqo'te than my Matron." <i>[[R'sass Thras]]</i><br />
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: <center><font style="color:#000000;" size="3">♥</font> Physical Attraction <font style="color:#F02311;" size="3">♥</font> Romantic Desire <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font> Platonic Love</center> <br />
: <center><font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> Good Standing <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> Neutral <font style="color:#C24640;" size="3">●</font> Poor Standing</center><br />
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: <font style="color:#F02311;" size="3">♥</font> <font style="color:#000000;" size="3">♥</font> [[L'aenoh Tia]]: "Ganzjaega Riklifaeld" : A man she met in the Mist. Their beginnings were rather rough, though both held an attraction for the other since the moment they met. After some struggle with a rather cruel Keeper named Hnaba, they came together and bonded in a way neither expected. Ever since, the two have been inseparable. Staelufre has come to love him in true. She has no plans to deviate from his side, and goes to great lengths to ensure his safety. They were married on Feburary 28th.<br />
: <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font> [[Vilsewaen Steinhoh]]: Her father, her mentor, her brother. He is the person Staelufre respects the most in her life, and strives to be like. It is a constant disappointment to her that she cannot follow in his footsteps, or become precisely alike him. Almost everything she does is to give him pride and prove herself worthy in his eyes.<br />
: <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font> [[Siehrova Brynstymm]]: Her sister. Staelufre is wildly protective of her intelligent and kind kin. Their shared history has forged their bond into something that is unbreakable. She values Siehrova for her intelligence and quick wit, and admires her for being able to do so many things that she cannot even conceive possible. While her sister works on various projects in Mor Dhona, almost always consisting of magitek, Staelufre makes sure to provide her sister with every comfort and need she could ask for.<br />
: <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font> [[Renaud Becquerel]]: "Wakkeyha Syngronn" : Her brother, her rival. He is the apprentice of her father and his natural affinity to truth and ownership of the Echo has made Wakkeyha the favorite of Vilsewaen. In this, Staelufre is constantly jealous of him and irritated of his natural prowess with mysticism. She sees in him all the things she wishes she can be, and he is blissfully ignorant of such facts. His fawning and doting over Staelufre as his own sister only makes her feel guilty of this, and oddly endeared to the man she names brother.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Jancis Milburga]]: "Solkeim Brynroega" : Her friend. Jancis and she first met through L'aenoh, and the healer has proved nothing but kind and stalwart. Even in the heat of battle or its gross after-effects, the woman never seems to waver. Even in the grossest of situations, Jancis is a shining beacon for her to orient herself. Staelufre remains loyal to her, and has never had cause to question this. She plans to ever be.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Ja'ren A'lenthin]]: "Arengybet Haerzhylt" : Their relationship begun on a rocky note. Miscommunication and estranged feelings made the two incapable of seeing eye-to-eye at first. Yet, when entrusting Ja'ren with a mysterious Void artefact, the two began a strange journey that solidified their friendship. Unexpected circumstances brought them even closer, and Ja'ren teaches her much of her magick and control over it. She ever admired Ja'ren, though also finds him foolish at times.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Tiergan Vashir]]: "Wynztier Eifaufre" : A recent friend to Staelufre, but a strong one. Originally a strange man, she became endeared to him after a long talk about the Lotus. Some of his earnest personality began to shine, and with it Staelufre saw someone of noble heart. She has since followed him throughout much of Eorzea on bizarre adventures to save friends or return them home. Every time they speak, she finds her respect for him growing. And also a sister-like desire to scold him for so often succumbing to his emotions.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Zaius Rhal'seer]]: "Doenruht Formnwust" : Staelufre's teacher. After Zaius insulted her mate by beating him in battle and tying him to a bed, she sought Zaius out to seek revenge. With original intentions of killing him, she was instead impressed by his technique and strength. After agreeing to teach her, and a couple lessons, she's come to trust the Keeper entirely. He shows to her an amount of care and yet willingness to let her learn. Because of that, she gives him an amount of blind faith many would advise against.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Teld're Eska'aldren]]: "Myrganais Gesprheti" : The seer, as she called him, is a strange and recent friend. He is mercurial and ever-shifting. In just one sun, she saw many sides to the man and is fascinated by each of them. She doesn't quite understand why, but some how Teld're has already earned her trust. Not only this, but she's begun to learn of a mystery that invokes her unyielding curiosity.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font><font style="color:#000000;" size="3">♥</font> [[Telos]]: "Guolstyrm Grymhoh" : Someone who holds the answers to many of her questions. He's treated her fairly, and kindly, and for this she holds to him a sense of loyalty. There's something that makes others frightened of him, however, so she is subtly wary of what his presence can bring. She also has an irrational and utterly dorky schoolgirl crush on him.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[J'azhar Tia]]: "Blynulm" : Introduced to her through Sylas, the young member of Jackal tribe was originally supposed to be a source of information. He quickly charmed her not only with a sense of his kindness for their mutual friends, but also his innocent manner of speech. They spoke of not only the more grim things, but also of lighter topics that soon left her laughing and delighted. It seems their friend circles have merged, for which Staelufre is only thankful, as she's ultimately fond of J'azhar's fretting and warm personality.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Aiouxdaux Beaumont]]: The dervish doctore was someone she first bonded with after a sparring bout that had left both of them nearly dead. She understands him rather well, despite knowing so little of him. She thinks him someone of great amusement and deadly skill, and so looks up to him quite a bit. He seems to have many heartaches, though they are not yet close enough for her to offer to help with them as much as she would wish.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Leanne Delphium]]: "Weinspaer" : The appointed "best friend". After having scolded Staelufre on ill social behavior, L'aenoh assigned the two of them to be friends from then on out. It's been somewhat uncertain ground, but the hat-clad woman is such a different presence that Staelufre help but agree she's fine friend material. Much is unknown about Leanne, though she manages to keep amusing Staelufre.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Faolan Woodlock]]: "Nezelcwin" : A man she hardly knows. He smells of campfire smoke and forests. This initial impression leads Staelufre to wanting to know more. After recent events that led her to witness Faolan's way of healing, and the knowledge he witnessed Dhemgeim's death, she's only more intent on prying beneath that mask of his.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Mikh'a Elakha]]: The gentle shadow was someone who first left his mark after healing her during her original spar with Aiouxdaux. The experience was a painful one, but after meeting a second and third time, he won her over with his quiet presence and gentle gestures. She is desperate to learn more of him, and to spend more time with someone she feels could earn her trust.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[R'sass Thras]]: Her student. A young miqo'te whose tribe has disbanded, she was intent on learning to hunt. The reverence Sass has for her is baffling and, as she believes it, misguided. But it is still a pleasant and entertaining thing to teach another her methods of hunting.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[R'ostam Tia]]: Relative to R'sass, Staelufre finds him hot-headed and brash. His silent behavior, she knows, is entirely a front for a confused and conflicted young man. She hopes to teach him a little of fighting, though also knows that she is by far the least capable of giving him what he needs to know to make a better life outside the tribe.<br />
: <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> [[Memeli Meli]]: "Toffvann" : A powerful lalafell and magnificent braggart. She holds little respect for this person, but does recognize in her the potential to do much. They haven't shared much but in passing, though Memeli's ability to find trouble and also find her way out is always worthy of admiration.<br />
: <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> [[Finecia Hawke]]: "Blahntrachyn" : A peculiar hyur. Staelufre does not trust Finecia in the way she would never fully trust a dragon. Though she wears her past plainly, there is always an uncertainty to what happening in Finecia's mind. She is, at least, a reliable healer.<br />
: <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> [[R'lexia Thras]]: "Lihtleita" : A quiet miqo'te who has not revealed much about herself. While she is Finecia's mate, Staelufre is not yet sure of Lexia's mettle. She seems determined, but there is a weakness and hesitance in her actions that makes Staelufre wonder.<br />
: <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> [[Chaska Dakwhil]]: "Tenkoeya" : Ja'ren's mate and a person Staelufre always wonders about. While mute, her wisdom and cunning is unprecedented. Or because it is because of her inability to talk that Chaska has a way of thinking unparalleled. Either way, Staelufre owes deep respect to Chaska, though knows the two of them are unlikely to ever become friends.<br />
: <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> [[Franz Renatus]]: "Iyrnfystsyn" : After having dealt with an unpleasant elezen, the two came to a mutual understanding. She does not truly wonder after the man, but does at times wonder at his strength. He has, at the very least, the presence enough for her to take his word as truth.<br />
: <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> [[Oscare Iono]]: "Blanabrenn" : Another she knows to be a Garlean. She does not particularly care for this dark-skinned hyur, but he has never done anything to upset her either. At best, she knows him as Jancis' friend.<br />
: <font style="color:#C24640;" size="3">●</font> [[Tausenadel Geispyrsyn]]: "Wybhaerz" : An officer of the Coral Sea. Upon their first meeting, he seemed kind enough, though at their second and every meeting after, he insists on calling her "Stray". Staelufre has expressed her displeasure with this sentiment, and refuses to forgive him for being unable to listen to her or respect her.<br />
: <font style="color:#C24640;" size="3">●</font> [[Sigurd Rainecourt]]: "Bremlohr" : A pitiful little hyur. His weakness makes her dislike and distaste for him very obvious. She thinks that it is a shame, for he has many strong allies, but will never reach to such heights himself.<br />
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===<div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #EB9F9F;font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Footnotes</div>===<br />
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: Tumblr: http://stillshore.tumblr.com<br />
: Faceclaim: [http://stillshore.tumblr.com/post/109046339712/emilybador-emily-bador-for-lizzy-clothing-by Emily Bador]<br />
: Voiceclaim: [http://youtu.be/TpUP0jjicqY You Are the Moon - The Hush Sound]<br />
: Theme Music: [http://youtu.be/VKrYOUhOeaI Hope in the Air - Laura Marling]<br />
: Theme Music: [http://youtu.be/6k8es2BNloE Little Black Submarines - The Black Keys]<br />
: Theme Music: [http://youtu.be/TybeFBV7awc Upside Down - Paloma Faith]<br />
: Love Song: [http://youtu.be/oP-H36bsK2M A Thousand Years - Christina Perri (Cover by Angela July)]<br />
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: Template by [[Bancroft Gairn]]</div>Dhemgeimhttps://wiki.ffxiv-roleplayers.com/index.php?title=Staelufre_Lysmerl&diff=78240Staelufre Lysmerl2015-03-03T07:20:47Z<p>Dhemgeim: /* Miscellaneous */</p>
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| name = Staelufre Lysmerl<br />
| image = Staewikiprofile.png<br />
| imagewidth = 250<br />
| caption = "May prey find your path."<br />
| gender = Female<br />
| citizenship = N/A<br />
| race = Miqo'te<br />
| clan = Seeker of the Sun<br />
| stat_1 = Age<br />
| stat_1_value = Mid-twenties<br />
| stat_2 = Sexuality<br />
| stat_2_value = Heterosexual<br />
| stat_3 = Occupation<br />
| stat_3_value = Hunter<br />
| stat_4 = Height/Weight<br />
| stat_4_value = 5 fulms, 0 ilms / 110 ponze<br />
| stat_5 = Diety <br />
| stat_5_value = Halone, the Fury<br />
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'''Staelufre Lysmerl''' (pronounced /stail-OU-frey LEES-mar-ill/) was born on 10th Sun of the 5th Umbral Era (October 10th). Her name means "Still Shore of the Bright Sea". She is a miqo'te who was born to one of the vagrant Jackal tribes in La Noscea, wandering through much of Eorzea with them during her childhood. She has kept the affinity to remaining in the wilderness over any form of civilization to this day, and has a very odd way of speaking.<br />
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===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #EB9F9F;font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Basic Info</div>===<br />
Not everyone can understand or relate to Staelufre. This is, at times, exceedingly frustrating to her. She speaks with a parlance that was invented and perfected by a hermit, and thus the mannerisms she uses are very foreign and often leading to misunderstanding. She has, however, been getting lessons on how to speak easier and has begun to become acquainted with a more common cant. Only adding to her oddities, she will avoid cities at a very unreasonable rate. At times, she also forgoes the comfort of houses and chooses to disappear into the wilderness for suns at a time. She prefers alcohol and fighting to any sort of minimal comfort, and excels in agility over brute strength or magick. Because Staelufre is terrible at remembering names, she often gives people her own "nicknames" derived from the roegadyn language.<br />
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:<small>''"He is prey; weak, frightened and unable to fight his way free. He becomes terrified and runs into the briars, then complains when they get caught in his fur. Such rabbits do not deserve pity, or mercy."''<br />
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:''"Oft, you are taken by the deep and churning tides. As they pull you below, to tumble you about, you must not fight. The sea is as nourishing as she is treacherous."''<br />
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:''"I find no small comfort in the shores of my kin. The apprentice and his bannermen honor me with mine namesake, but it is ever the freedom of the sea that I give myself to."''</small><br />
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<div style="padding:10px 35px;background: #F7A29E;font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;"><center>''Likes''</center></div></h3><br />
: <font style="color:#F7A29E;" size="3">■</font> Outdoors<br />
: <font style="color:#F7A29E;" size="3">■</font> Sweets<br />
: <font style="color:#F7A29E;" size="3">■</font> Knives<br />
: <font style="color:#F7A29E;" size="3">■</font> Pink<br />
: <font style="color:#F7A29E;" size="3">■</font> Fighting<br />
: <font style="color:#F7A29E;" size="3">■</font> Dresses<br />
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<div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #F3C6B9;font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;"><center>''Dislikes''</center></div></span></h3><br />
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: <font style="color:#F3C6B9;" size="3">■</font> Crowds (and similarly loud noises)<br />
: <font style="color:#F3C6B9;" size="3">■</font> Cowardice<br />
: <font style="color:#F3C6B9;" size="3">■</font> Cities / tribes<br />
: <font style="color:#F3C6B9;" size="3">■</font> Authority<br />
: <font style="color:#F3C6B9;" size="3">■</font> Extravagance<br />
: <font style="color:#F3C6B9;" size="3">■</font> Loneliness<br />
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<div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #FAEDDF;font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;"><center>''Skills''</center></div></span></h3><br />
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: <font style="color:#FAEDDF;" size="3">■</font> Perceptive to truer intentions<br />
: <font style="color:#FAEDDF;" size="3">■</font> Hunting<br />
: <font style="color:#FAEDDF;" size="3">■</font> Endurance or agility exercises<br />
: <font style="color:#FAEDDF;" size="3">■</font> Whittling<br />
: <font style="color:#FAEDDF;" size="3">■</font> Going, or remaining, largely unseen<br />
: <font style="color:#FAEDDF;" size="3">■</font> Singing<br />
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===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #EB9F9F;font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Appearance & Personality</div>===<br />
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: Staelufre cuts a slight figure, but nothing about her short stature is wasted. She is muscled and athletic in build, though short. Her skin is tanned and golden in complexion from both heritage and a great many days in the sun. With naturally pink hair and tail, though neither accept to being tried to tame. Her hair is fluffy and wild, and so often cut short or bound down by clips. Usually, after hunting, it's also caked in mud. Even more stunning than a girl with pink hair are her gold eyes. They glare at most of the world from behind long lashes, sharp and stripping. Even with the round face and fat, up-turned nose, the gentleness of her face is ruined by such intruding eyes.<br />
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: In almost all situations Staelufre's garbed lightly, wearing little more armor than leather. If there's any metal to her outfit, it is to reinforce weak points such as her shins or forearms. Never does Staelufre show her back, as across it is an uneven and encompassing scar that stretches from shoulders to lower back. More scars mar her arms and hands, though she also commonly wears gloves. Staelufre never goes anywhere without at least a knife, either hidden or plain, and cannot stand to equally part comfortable realms without her most precious ring.<br />
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: Staelufre most often stands slouched or with arms crossed, especially when in the presence of others. In crowds she is withdrawn, quiet and in corners. Anything more than five or six others and Staelufre simply tends to leave. She does not, under many circumstances, go into cities or crowded areas. She fears large numbers of people after being so withdrawn from civilization. It is to a point where she resents and hates any form of building or city, even at times preaching against the luxury of society. While she believes her words, she does also enjoy the luxuries that homes can provide. Beds and showers are much better than roots and cold lakes.<br />
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: In one word, a sum of her personality would be paradox. She is innocent and violent, both a hunter and likewise utterly feminine. She is harsh in her truths, and warm in her lies. Staelufre is both wise when it comes to others, and utterly ignorant in how to interact with them. Introspective, yet starved for friendship. Should anyone offer her kindness, she will eagerly drink it up and follow at their heels thereafter. Being alone for so long has both driven her to want freedom and to equally want camaraderie. <br />
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: One thing that is less fluid and contrary is her perspective on other people. People are either weak or strong, prey or hunters. Those who are prey she pities and sees no value in. Those who are hunters, she respects. Respect does not always mean Staelufre likes or trust them, however. After spending so long in the wild, she knows very well how to discern who is stronger and how to avoid confrontation. Unfortunately, she also strives to better herself at nearly every turn, so often has a deliberate cause and wish to throw herself into unfair situations just to come out stronger. This often makes her come across as rash, when the acts are in fact deliberate and she's always keenly aware of the very real danger of dying.<br />
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: If in situations when speaking to an individual person she trusts, Staelufre's personality truly shines through. Her words are eloquent and well-chosen, her loyalty is unbearably strong, and her optimism unyielding. She gives advice as best she can and admits ignorance when she cannot. Pride does, at times, keep her from asking for help when she needs it. When speaking to an individual that Staelufre dislikes, she becomes guarded and calloused. Her words are gated, capable of meaning anything, and her lies are so smooth it's impossible to tell them from the half-true metaphors. Her ability to command her emotions in front of those who she deems weaker is impressive, as is her capability of detaching value to their life. Those who are weak, in her opinion, are better off dead. Should Staelufre be speaking, however, individually with a person she doesn't yet know well, she'll always regard them in the way she would regard a new hunting territory. Assessing their weaknesses and prying for strengths, seeking the balance of their personality to determine whether or not they are worth her time.<br />
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===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #EB9F9F;font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Combat</div>===<br />
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: Staelufre does not fight other people very well. She is more akin to the hunt, to employing stealth and surprise, than to fighting others one-on-one. The thrill of battle still runs hot through her, however, and she always enjoys a good fight. Even if it means getting beaten black and blue, she'll take on an opponent if nothing more than for the experience of it. Because of her inexperience in direct combat, she relies mostly on her larger skills. This would be agility and speed. Not getting hit is the biggest name of her game, and while she can take a couple blows they wear her down quickly. Training for combat is not much in hefting weapons and striking dummies. She trains for flexibility and endurance. Running, stretching, climbing; unorthodox things that keep her body in shape but often don't translate into direct physical combat.<br />
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: Primarily, to defeat an opponent, Staelufre uses daggers. She looks for openings in armor first, and exploits any vulnerable spots. Due to being spry and nimble, reaching odd places isn't very difficult. What is difficult is getting close enough to cut without getting hit. So after a few slashes, Staelufre tends to back off and exhaust her opponent by letting them bleed out. To opponents she aims to kill rather than simply defeat, she usually aims for the neck or their gut. Blood is not something the miqo'te is shy of. If she aims to kill as well, it is even less likely that Staelufre will approach an opponent directly.<br />
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===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #EB9F9F;font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Biography</div>===<br />
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=====<div style="padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Tribal Years</div>=====<br />
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:: Born daughter of J'tyraka Nuhn in the jungles of La Noscea as J'adaeza, she had a relatively blissful childhood. Their tribe was exceedingly small, no more than forty people at once, and strictly nomadic. Primarily they traveled through La Noscea, but in her lifetime did build small crafts to carry them across the waters to find new hunting grounds in the Black Shroud. Because of the fact they were so small, it was required for every member of the tribe to be trained and responsible for many aspects of the community. From small things such as building fires, or to larger things such as teaching the children. It was expected, in her tribe, for men and women to both be able to hunt as well as mend wounds.<br />
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:: As with all the other children, being trained to be a productive member of the tribe begun as soon as infancy ended. Her life was relatively easy, for all that a nomadic tribal life could be. She did not excel very well when it came to cooking or skinning creatures. She did not have much patience to learn to stitch clothes back together, and was often scolded for playing too roughly with the other children. Yet one day, she was brought to her mother's tent and given a choice of weaponry. This would be the weapon she would wield for the rest of her life in the tribe, trained in it until it became as much part of her as a limb. Only then would she be allowed to hunt. J'adaeza chose a spear, which was too large for her scrawny form, but stubbornly kept to it.<br />
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:: To those of younger ages, one of the more experienced Tias became their teacher. He taught them how to use the weapons they chose, in a strict yet not unkind manner. J'adaeza at this time was awful with the spear. She commonly dropped it, or was much too loud when carrying it around. She was scolded almost constantly, given extra exercises to learn her weapon better, and not allowed to return to the fires until she finished them. It was punishing, but also rewarding. So early in age, she didn't become bitter by the experience, but instead elevated to enjoy the push of her body. To wield the spear was not a natural thing to the tiny pink-haired girl, but she progressed and became decent at it. Once proficient enough, the Tia then began to train her in hunting tactics and strategies. How to step quietly and place traps, the knowledge of sensing danger and so forth.<br />
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:: At ten, as is traditional in her tribe, J'adaeza was taken on her first hunting trip. She was not permitted to strike at any creatures or wander on her own. She stuck closely to the side of one of the mature hunters, and while much of what she learned was applied, she found she had much more to learn. The thrill of the hunt sunk quickly and deeply in her heart, however, and it soon took her over. She became obsessed with hunting, and decided after but a few meager years of training to dedicate her life to it.<br />
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:: This went against her tribe's custom, however. When J'adaeza's more relaxed chores and duties began to wane in favor to her hunting, she was taken aside and spoken to. At first, they only expressed concerned. Then, when she ignored their words and abandoned her other disciplines in arrogant need for the sport, they began to punish her in true. As an adolescent who, as pre-teens tend to be, was absolutely certain she knew what was best for her, J'azaeda rebelled against the obedience they demanded from her. This was not an uncommon thing at her age, even in the tribe, but it was still disruptive to a community so small. She was frustratingly single-minded and stuck to it. So one evening, after a particularly bad spat with her aunt, she decided to leave the tribe.<br />
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:: Leaving itself wasn't terribly traumatic to J'adaeza. The tribe, at the time, was on a particularly wealthy streak in the Shroud. She took a sufficient amount of foodstuffs and her spear, and set off at the opposite direction. It was liberating, for a while, until she found that one of her half-sisters trailing slowly after her. Having heard of J'adaeza's leaving, J'adisa had soon departed for her own reasoning. Guilt and familial obligation forced her to look over this other girl, who had no skill in hunting or fighting.<br />
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=====<div style="padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Death</div>=====<br />
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:: While J'adaeza and J'adisa traveled back to La Noscea, they found that life without a tribe was more difficult than previously imagined. While J'adaeza was a fair enough hunter, she was poor at every other practical application. Her rebellion became her own punishment, as her sister and her struggled to feed themselves or find proper campsites. There were many close calls to unsavory sorts and rabid beastmen, and J'adaeza gathered many colorful stories about swiping equipment from unsuspecting travelers.<br />
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:: During such a colorful tale, she managed to cross paths with the wrong sort of folk. The story involved behind to why, and how the events unfolded, tends to change with each evolution of the story in present day; suggesting a reluctance to admit why or perhaps even a true confusion as to its truth. But what she does always tell, and seem to recall accurately, is the mutilation of her back. Tossed into the sea of Vylbrand, she nearly drowned. Miracle of miracles, she survived. Washed upon the beach with her back quickly growing an infection. Time for her at this point grew wildly inconsistent. A fever over-took her and she wandered in search of shelter or help. Her body was dying, already weak from her time in the water and what she was certain had been her death. Now, she was experiencing the agony of dying all over again.<br />
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:: Here is where [[Vilsewaen Steinhoh]] rescued the dying miqo'te. She had no idea, for a long time, that she was even in the care of anyone. He tended to her in one of his camps in the lowlands of Vylbrand until she recovered enough to become lucid and aware of her situation. They spoke, and while she was still too weak to move did tell him of her sister and where their campsite had been before her near-fatal accident. J'adisa came immediately and helped Vilsewaen tend to J'adaeza. He spoke strangely, but treated them kindly, and offered more than enough hospitality that they felt comfortable staying at his side.<br />
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====<div style="padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Rebirth</div>====<br />
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:: Though the two half-sisters did not intend to stay with Vilsewaen long, his proficiency of living alone was more than they had. When he offered to teach them, they ended up agreeing. Thus it was that the two came under his tutelage, and the tutelage became something more. His patience and lack of social skills were precisely the right combination of dry and kind that the two bonded with. So when Vilsewaen, the wandering hermit that he is, said he was climbing higher to the La Noscean mountains he took J'adaeza and J'adisa with him.<br />
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:: There is where J'adaeza's birth into Staelufre became apparent. Though she may had been on the physical brink of death before, with Vilsewaen's help she finally accepted that she will never again be part of a tribe. And as the hermit accepted these two lost girls into his care, he gave to them his traditions and philosophies as well. So J'adaeza and J'adisa came to be known, respectively, as Staelufre Lysmerl and Siehrova Brynstymm. The women were encouraged to be free and study whatever pursuit came to their heart, while their new father ensured their welfare and ability to look after themselves. So they developed into two opposites. Where Staelufre was wild, Siehrova was patient: Where Staelufre learned and strengthened her body, Siehrova was curious and expanded her mind. The two were dawn and dusk, and they both loved Vilsewaen as if he were the sky itself.<br />
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:: The three were very happy for a long time. As was his nature, Vilsewaen would often leave the two to wander. Even attached to others, he was still a hermit at heart. But Staelufre and Siehrova did not seem to mind. Their growth became exponential as they explored the mountains of La Noscea, alone and away from any civilization. The two bonded until their differences expanded and then compounded, both taking pieces of each other until neither were sure which one began and the other ended. These are the happiest memories to Staelufre, with her ever-present sister and her wayward father. Each so dear to her that she would have rather died than be left without them in the world.<br />
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:: Eventually Staelufre and Siehrova left La Noscea. Vilsewaen went with them as far as the Shroud, and from there they wandered to Coerthas. The cold weather did not suit Siehrova, but the stars fascinated her sister. Staelufre had always been fascinated by stars and their clarity in these northern grounds stole her heart away. They wandered wherever they wished, though often returned to their "home" in the mountains.<br />
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====<div style="padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">The Calamity</div>====<br />
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:: About four years before the Calamity fell, Vilsewaen took in another rogue soul. While Staelufre isn't sure where the old man found [[Renee Becquerel]] - who was then Renaud - he certainly came to become a large figurehead for the elezen. The then-named Wakkeyha Syngronn became Vilsewaen's apprentice. This excited the first time Staelufre ever felt jealousy in another person. She had always thought of her father as belonging to their family, and here was an interloper to steal Vilsewaen's time and ideals away from their already precious moments. It frustrated her, and she harbored equal envy that Renee had the Echo while she did not. So when the Garlean forces threatened their doorstep and Renee announced her leave, Staelufre was overjoyed... until Vilsewaen announced he was leaving as well.<br />
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:: She remained in the mountains of La Noscea until after Dalamud hit. Then she waited longer for Vilsewaen to return. Eventually, she became too anxious and left - parting with Siehrova for the first time in years. She traveled, seeing the cruelty and savagery that was brought on with total desolation. While uninterested in helping cities to rebuild and regrow, she did know that her skills as a hunter would do many well. So Staelufre took up many odd jobs, expanding her skills and honing her ability as a hunter to be met by the need and demand of others.<br />
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:: This continued until the ships were rebuilt and the island reconnected to the rest of Eorzea. Then Staelufre left, wanderlust unable to be sated. She continued to work as a hunter for hire for a small time, building a thin and unimportant network of people who knew her by face if not by name. She abandoned it, however, when Revenant's Toll was being formed. Instead she returned to Siehrova and two journeyed there, to a place where Siehrova's genius and thirsty for knowledge could be met on a frontier that would also excite her more than any dusty library. For a time, Staelufre remained in Mor Dhona withe her sister. She did little other than wander and explore, doting upon her other half until such time that she became too thirsty for the hunt again.<br />
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====<div style="padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Present</div>====<br />
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:: So she left. She regathered her structure of hunting for meager favors or bits of gil, for things that she could not make or find herself in the wild. This was when she came to find, from Vilsewaen, that the long-left apprentice Renee Becquerel had started a Free Company. While the name the Coral Sea was appeasing to her, what truly interested her was the name of their home. It was named in her honor, supposedly, and while her desire to be free and away from any form of civilization was strong... the compulsion to see such a strange thing was stronger. So Staelufre wandered for her first time into the Mist, and quickly became lost.<br />
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:: This was where she met [[L'aenoh Tia]]. Through a quick spiral of events, he introduced her to many others of the Coral Sea. Their relationship becoming something strong, she remained near to the Mist - begrudgingly - to also remain near him. Her first impression of the people was unpleasant. They commonly referred to her as "Zhen's replacement" or "stray", and it happened so often and with so much repetition she accepted it as the views of all those who lived within walls. Dejected and hurt by their actions and calloused attitudes, Staelufre withdrew even further from any want to be apart of the Coral Sea or its people.<br />
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:: It took much convincing and debate before L'aenoh was able to get Staelufre to join the Coral Sea's roster. She still argues that she's not properly a member. In her eyes, she has never been fully socially accepted. Yet she is officially documented in their applications, so is technically a member. Being with the Coral Sea has expanded those she met, as well, to most everyone that she currently knows. While she disappears for long times to hunt or do whatever else she wishes, she does commonly return to the Free Company house either for its luxuries or its company.<br />
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:: Even more recent, she's been traveling to the Goblet on a frequenct basis. There is a select few of people who have caught her interest, and that she's certain hold answers they may not be sure that they have. As ever, she has a habit of finding ill fortune and then diving into it even deeper.<br />
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* She has a habit of naming people, and will eagerly explain the names she's given and their meaning to great detail.<br />
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* Her favorite food is cake. Specifically rolanberry and chocolate flavored.<br />
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* Odds are, if someone's in good standing with her, she will do almost anything that they request of her.<br />
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* If you give her sweets, expect her to always look to you for more. (Don't feed stray cats, kids!)<br />
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* Some of her other names include:<br />
:: J'adaeza Tyraka<br />
:: Skaenliht Lysmerl<br />
:: Klynskaet Lysmerl<br />
:: Kleinstyr Lysmerl<br />
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''Some of these rumors are untrue or are greatly exaggerated. Please feel free to add your own rumors under PC!''<br />
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<div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #90AB76;">◢ Common and easily overheard, use freely</div></b><br />
: <font style="color:#90AB76;" size="3">■</font> "She's odd. Doesn't speak well, and ran off soon as she got her booze. At least she paid," <i>Merchant at Aleport</i><br />
: <font style="color:#90AB76;" size="3">■</font> "Ah, aye, I know 'er. Got charged with poaching once. I remember, 'cause next day we found a couple of Redbellies hangin' from the trees not far off the road. Took forever to get 'em down," <i>Woodwailer in Central Shroud</i><br />
: <font style="color:#90AB76;" size="3">■</font> "Yeah, she comes through here often. Sometimes she doesn't have gil and ends up having to barter pieces of jewelry. Her boyfriend or husband or someone always comes around a day or two later to buy the jewelry back," <i>Ferryman at Vesper Bay</i><br />
: <font style="color:#90AB76;" size="3">■</font> "Sometimes she stops here, but never to take a chocobo. Avoids the damn things like the plague," <i>Any Choco-keep in the Sanctuaries</i><br />
: <font style="color:#90AB76;" size="3">■</font> "I keep telling her: No fishing in the ponds! You know what, when you find her, tell her that for me!" <i>Frustrated Adder in Lavender Beds</i><br />
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<b><div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #F37E1D;">◢ Moderately difficult to overhear, use sparingly or ask first</div></b><br />
: <font style="color:#F37E1D;" size="3">■</font> "She's a poor thing. Sometimes she likes to soak in the waters here before she goes to trade over by the Wanderer's Palace. Her back is just a travesty for something so cute," <i>Worker at Camp Bronze Lake</i><br />
: <font style="color:#F37E1D;" size="3">■</font> "You know, it's funny, I saw 'er 'round 'ere a lot. Just hangin' out, talkin' to th' farmers. Then up an' disappears. Ain't seen 'er since," <i>Farmer at Summerford Farms</i><br />
: <font style="color:#F37E1D;" size="3">■</font> "Ah, yeah, I've seen her. Well, heard is more like... Those two cats are damned loud..." <i>Grimacing Yellowjacket Who Works Near the Eyes</i><br />
: <font style="color:#F37E1D;" size="3">■</font> "That pink one? She comes in about once a moon to buy some cake. Real skittish, but always tips well!" <i>Chef in the Bismark</i><br />
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<b><div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #D83018;">◢ Very difficult or rarely overheard, ask before using</div></b><br />
: <font style="color:#D83018;" size="3">■</font> "I don't know why, but sometimes she leaves offerings at Thal's Shrine. Won't speak to anyone, either. Just walks in and spends a few bells in silence only to leave," <i>Brass Blade on Highbridge</i><br />
: <font style="color:#D83018;" size="3">■</font> "Is the damnest thing. She looks just like one of my tribe sisters... But I could have sworn her dead," <i>Hard-working Tia in Wineport</i><br />
: <font style="color:#D83018;" size="3">■</font> "I know the name. Commissioned some unique weapons. All pretty confidential, I'm afraid," <i>Blacksmith in Limsa Lominsa</i><br />
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<b><div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #aac5b4;">◢ Rumors from the character's of other players</div></b><br />
: <font style="color:#aac5b4;" size="3">■</font> "Arcane magic around her? Forget about it. She's like... Way too angry about something involving it," <i>[[Harper Brightwind]]</i><br />
: <font style="color:#aac5b4;" size="3">■</font> "I'm fairly certain she has little to no respect for the dead. Or for the living. Or any value for life itself given how quick she treats folk. And I'm pretty sure she doesn't know anything about privacy or secrets. Ever. Journals included," <i>[[Chaska Dakwhil]]</i><br />
: <font style="color:#aac5b4;" size="3">■</font> "The pink one? She's absolutely terrified of me for some reason or another. Poor dear. I believe someone asked me if I might be there to take her away or something of the like. I am not quite sure why since we have never really met," <i>[[J'nangho Jhimei]]</i><br />
: <font style="color:#aac5b4;" size="3">■</font>"She is blessed with a lot of drive and ambition, all fueled with good cause. Lady Staelufre will take in everything around her, dare say some knowledge without reflecting on it becomes only chaos, though. Shall always try to be there and bring clarity to all her goals; may I never fail to protect her from the poisons." <i>[[Jancis Milburga]]</i><br />
: <font style="color:#aac5b4;" size="3">■</font>"Oh! Stae! They call her 'the Huntress'. Well, at least I call her that. Anyroads, she knows things. Things about predators and prey that I've only... felt but couldn't put to words. To say she's like magic on the hunt is doing a disservice to her instinctual talent. She's more miqo'te than my Matron." <i>[[R'sass Thras]]</i><br />
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: <center><font style="color:#000000;" size="3">♥</font> Physical Attraction <font style="color:#F02311;" size="3">♥</font> Romantic Desire <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font> Platonic Love</center> <br />
: <center><font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> Good Standing <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> Neutral <font style="color:#C24640;" size="3">●</font> Poor Standing</center><br />
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: <font style="color:#F02311;" size="3">♥</font> <font style="color:#000000;" size="3">♥</font> [[L'aenoh Tia]]: "Ganzjaega Riklifaeld" : A man she met in the Mist. Their beginnings were rather rough, though both held an attraction for the other since the moment they met. After some struggle with a rather cruel Keeper named Hnaba, they came together and bonded in a way neither expected. Ever since, the two have been inseparable. Staelufre has come to love him in true. She has no plans to deviate from his side, and goes to great lengths to ensure his safety. They were married on Feburary 28th.<br />
: <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font> [[Vilsewaen Steinhoh]]: Her father, her mentor, her brother. He is the person Staelufre respects the most in her life, and strives to be like. It is a constant disappointment to her that she cannot follow in his footsteps, or become precisely alike him. Almost everything she does is to give him pride and prove herself worthy in his eyes.<br />
: <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font> [[Siehrova Brynstymm]]: Her sister. Staelufre is wildly protective of her intelligent and kind kin. Their shared history has forged their bond into something that is unbreakable. She values Siehrova for her intelligence and quick wit, and admires her for being able to do so many things that she cannot even conceive possible. While her sister works on various projects in Mor Dhona, almost always consisting of magitek, Staelufre makes sure to provide her sister with every comfort and need she could ask for.<br />
: <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font> [[Renaud Becquerel]]: "Wakkeyha Syngronn" : Her brother, her rival. He is the apprentice of her father and his natural affinity to truth and ownership of the Echo has made Wakkeyha the favorite of Vilsewaen. In this, Staelufre is constantly jealous of him and irritated of his natural prowess with mysticism. She sees in him all the things she wishes she can be, and he is blissfully ignorant of such facts. His fawning and doting over Staelufre as his own sister only makes her feel guilty of this, and oddly endeared to the man she names brother.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Jancis Milburga]]: "Solkeim Brynroega" : Her friend. Jancis and she first met through L'aenoh, and the healer has proved nothing but kind and stalwart. Even in the heat of battle or its gross after-effects, the woman never seems to waver. Even in the grossest of situations, Jancis is a shining beacon for her to orient herself. Staelufre remains loyal to her, and has never had cause to question this. She plans to ever be.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Ja'ren A'lenthin]]: "Arengybet Haerzhylt" : Their relationship begun on a rocky note. Miscommunication and estranged feelings made the two incapable of seeing eye-to-eye at first. Yet, when entrusting Ja'ren with a mysterious Void artefact, the two began a strange journey that solidified their friendship. Unexpected circumstances brought them even closer, and Ja'ren teaches her much of her magick and control over it. She ever admired Ja'ren, though also finds him foolish at times.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Tiergan Vashir]]: "Wynztier Eifaufre" : A recent friend to Staelufre, but a strong one. Originally a strange man, she became endeared to him after a long talk about the Lotus. Some of his earnest personality began to shine, and with it Staelufre saw someone of noble heart. She has since followed him throughout much of Eorzea on bizarre adventures to save friends or return them home. Every time they speak, she finds her respect for him growing. And also a sister-like desire to scold him for so often succumbing to his emotions.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Zaius Rhal'seer]]: "Doenruht Formnwust" : Staelufre's teacher. After Zaius insulted her mate by beating him in battle and tying him to a bed, she sought Zaius out to seek revenge. With original intentions of killing him, she was instead impressed by his technique and strength. After agreeing to teach her, and a couple lessons, she's come to trust the Keeper entirely. He shows to her an amount of care and yet willingness to let her learn. Because of that, she gives him an amount of blind faith many would advise against.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Teld're Eska'aldren]]: "Myrganais Gesprheti" : The seer, as she called him, is a strange and recent friend. He is mercurial and ever-shifting. In just one sun, she saw many sides to the man and is fascinated by each of them. She doesn't quite understand why, but some how Teld're has already earned her trust. Not only this, but she's begun to learn of a mystery that invokes her unyielding curiosity.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font><font style="color:#000000;" size="3">♥</font> [[Telos]]: "Guolstyrm Grymhoh" : Someone who holds the answers to many of her questions. He's treated her fairly, and kindly, and for this she holds to him a sense of loyalty. There's something that makes others frightened of him, however, so she is subtly wary of what his presence can bring. She also has an irrational and utterly dorky schoolgirl crush on him.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[J'azhar Tia]]: "Blynulm" : Introduced to her through Sylas, the young member of Jackal tribe was originally supposed to be a source of information. He quickly charmed her not only with a sense of his kindness for their mutual friends, but also his innocent manner of speech. They spoke of not only the more grim things, but also of lighter topics that soon left her laughing and delighted. It seems their friend circles have merged, for which Staelufre is only thankful, as she's ultimately fond of J'azhar's fretting and warm personality.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Aiouxdaux Beaumont]]: The dervish doctore was someone she first bonded with after a sparring bout that had left both of them nearly dead. She understands him rather well, despite knowing so little of him. She thinks him someone of great amusement and deadly skill, and so looks up to him quite a bit. He seems to have many heartaches, though they are not yet close enough for her to offer to help with them as much as she would wish.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Leanne Delphium]]: "Weinspaer" : The appointed "best friend". After having scolded Staelufre on ill social behavior, L'aenoh assigned the two of them to be friends from then on out. It's been somewhat uncertain ground, but the hat-clad woman is such a different presence that Staelufre help but agree she's fine friend material. Much is unknown about Leanne, though she manages to keep amusing Staelufre.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Faolan Woodlock]]: "Nezelcwin" : A man she hardly knows. He smells of campfire smoke and forests. This initial impression leads Staelufre to wanting to know more. After recent events that led her to witness Faolan's way of healing, and the knowledge he witnessed Dhemgeim's death, she's only more intent on prying beneath that mask of his.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Mikh'a Elakha]]: The gentle shadow was someone who first left his mark after healing her during her original spar with Aiouxdaux. The experience was a painful one, but after meeting a second and third time, he won her over with his quiet presence and gentle gestures. She is desperate to learn more of him, and to spend more time with someone she feels could earn her trust.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[R'sass Thras]]: Her student. A young miqo'te whose tribe has disbanded, she was intent on learning to hunt. The reverence Sass has for her is baffling and, as she believes it, misguided. But it is still a pleasant and entertaining thing to teach another her methods of hunting.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[R'ostam Tia]]: Relative to R'sass, Staelufre finds him hot-headed and brash. His silent behavior, she knows, is entirely a front for a confused and conflicted young man. She hopes to teach him a little of fighting, though also knows that she is by far the least capable of giving him what he needs to know to make a better life outside the tribe.<br />
: <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> [[Memeli Meli]]: "Toffvann" : A powerful lalafell and magnificent braggart. She holds little respect for this person, but does recognize in her the potential to do much. They haven't shared much but in passing, though Memeli's ability to find trouble and also find her way out is always worthy of admiration.<br />
: <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> [[Finecia Hawke]]: "Blahntrachyn" : A peculiar hyur. Staelufre does not trust Finecia in the way she would never fully trust a dragon. Though she wears her past plainly, there is always an uncertainty to what happening in Finecia's mind. She is, at least, a reliable healer.<br />
: <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> [[R'lexia Thras]]: "Lihtleita" : A quiet miqo'te who has not revealed much about herself. While she is Finecia's mate, Staelufre is not yet sure of Lexia's mettle. She seems determined, but there is a weakness and hesitance in her actions that makes Staelufre wonder.<br />
: <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> [[Chaska Dakwhil]]: "Tenkoeya" : Ja'ren's mate and a person Staelufre always wonders about. While mute, her wisdom and cunning is unprecedented. Or because it is because of her inability to talk that Chaska has a way of thinking unparalleled. Either way, Staelufre owes deep respect to Chaska, though knows the two of them are unlikely to ever become friends.<br />
: <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> [[Franz Renatus]]: "Iyrnfystsyn" : After having dealt with an unpleasant elezen, the two came to a mutual understanding. She does not truly wonder after the man, but does at times wonder at his strength. He has, at the very least, the presence enough for her to take his word as truth.<br />
: <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> [[Oscare Iono]]: "Blanabrenn" : Another she knows to be a Garlean. She does not particularly care for this dark-skinned hyur, but he has never done anything to upset her either. At best, she knows him as Jancis' friend.<br />
: <font style="color:#C24640;" size="3">●</font> [[Tausenadel Geispyrsyn]]: "Wybhaerz" : An officer of the Coral Sea. Upon their first meeting, he seemed kind enough, though at their second and every meeting after, he insists on calling her "Stray". Staelufre has expressed her displeasure with this sentiment, and refuses to forgive him for being unable to listen to her or respect her.<br />
: <font style="color:#C24640;" size="3">●</font> [[Sigurd Rainecourt]]: "Bremlohr" : A pitiful little hyur. His weakness makes her dislike and distaste for him very obvious. She thinks that it is a shame, for he has many strong allies, but will never reach to such heights himself.<br />
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===<div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #EB9F9F;font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Footnotes</div>===<br />
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: Tumblr: http://stillshore.tumblr.com<br />
: Faceclaim: [http://stillshore.tumblr.com/post/109046339712/emilybador-emily-bador-for-lizzy-clothing-by Emily Bador]<br />
: Voiceclaim: [http://youtu.be/TpUP0jjicqY You Are the Moon - The Hush Sound]<br />
: Theme Music: [http://youtu.be/VKrYOUhOeaI Hope in the Air - Laura Marling]<br />
: Theme Music: [http://youtu.be/6k8es2BNloE Little Black Submarines - The Black Keys]<br />
: Theme Music: [http://youtu.be/TybeFBV7awc Upside Down - Paloma Faith]<br />
: Love Song: [http://youtu.be/oP-H36bsK2M A Thousand Years - Christina Perri (Cover by Angela July)]<br />
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: Template by [[Bancroft Gairn]]</div>Dhemgeimhttps://wiki.ffxiv-roleplayers.com/index.php?title=Staelufre_Lysmerl&diff=78238Staelufre Lysmerl2015-03-03T07:09:18Z<p>Dhemgeim: /* Footnotes */</p>
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{{Infobox-character<br />
| name = Staelufre Lysmerl<br />
| image = Staewikiprofile.png<br />
| imagewidth = 250<br />
| caption = "May prey find your path."<br />
| gender = Female<br />
| citizenship = N/A<br />
| race = Miqo'te<br />
| clan = Seeker of the Sun<br />
| stat_1 = Age<br />
| stat_1_value = Mid-twenties<br />
| stat_2 = Sexuality<br />
| stat_2_value = Heterosexual<br />
| stat_3 = Occupation<br />
| stat_3_value = Hunter<br />
| stat_4 = Height/Weight<br />
| stat_4_value = 5 fulms, 0 ilms / 110 ponze<br />
| stat_5 = Diety <br />
| stat_5_value = Halone, the Fury<br />
}}<br />
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'''Staelufre Lysmerl''' (pronounced /stail-OU-frey LEES-mar-ill/) was born on 10th Sun of the 5th Umbral Era (October 10th). Her name means "Still Shore of the Bright Sea". She is a miqo'te who was born to one of the vagrant Jackal tribes in La Noscea, wandering through much of Eorzea with them during her childhood. She has kept the affinity to remaining in the wilderness over any form of civilization to this day, and has a very odd way of speaking.<br />
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===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #EB9F9F;font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Basic Info</div>===<br />
Not everyone can understand or relate to Staelufre. This is, at times, exceedingly frustrating to her. She speaks with a parlance that was invented and perfected by a hermit, and thus the mannerisms she uses are very foreign and often leading to misunderstanding. She has, however, been getting lessons on how to speak easier and has begun to become acquainted with a more common cant. Only adding to her oddities, she will avoid cities at a very unreasonable rate. At times, she also forgoes the comfort of houses and chooses to disappear into the wilderness for suns at a time. She prefers alcohol and fighting to any sort of minimal comfort, and excels in agility over brute strength or magick. Because Staelufre is terrible at remembering names, she often gives people her own "nicknames" derived from the roegadyn language.<br />
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:<small>''"He is prey; weak, frightened and unable to fight his way free. He becomes terrified and runs into the briars, then complains when they get caught in his fur. Such rabbits do not deserve pity, or mercy."''<br />
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:''"Oft, you are taken by the deep and churning tides. As they pull you below, to tumble you about, you must not fight. The sea is as nourishing as she is treacherous."''<br />
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:''"I find no small comfort in the shores of my kin. The apprentice and his bannermen honor me with mine namesake, but it is ever the freedom of the sea that I give myself to."''</small><br />
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: <font style="color:#F7A29E;" size="3">■</font> Outdoors<br />
: <font style="color:#F7A29E;" size="3">■</font> Sweets<br />
: <font style="color:#F7A29E;" size="3">■</font> Knives<br />
: <font style="color:#F7A29E;" size="3">■</font> Pink<br />
: <font style="color:#F7A29E;" size="3">■</font> Fighting<br />
: <font style="color:#F7A29E;" size="3">■</font> Dresses<br />
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: <font style="color:#F3C6B9;" size="3">■</font> Crowds (and similarly loud noises)<br />
: <font style="color:#F3C6B9;" size="3">■</font> Cowardice<br />
: <font style="color:#F3C6B9;" size="3">■</font> Cities / tribes<br />
: <font style="color:#F3C6B9;" size="3">■</font> Authority<br />
: <font style="color:#F3C6B9;" size="3">■</font> Extravagance<br />
: <font style="color:#F3C6B9;" size="3">■</font> Loneliness<br />
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: <font style="color:#FAEDDF;" size="3">■</font> Perceptive to truer intentions<br />
: <font style="color:#FAEDDF;" size="3">■</font> Hunting<br />
: <font style="color:#FAEDDF;" size="3">■</font> Endurance or agility exercises<br />
: <font style="color:#FAEDDF;" size="3">■</font> Whittling<br />
: <font style="color:#FAEDDF;" size="3">■</font> Going, or remaining, largely unseen<br />
: <font style="color:#FAEDDF;" size="3">■</font> Singing<br />
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: Staelufre cuts a slight figure, but nothing about her short stature is wasted. She is muscled and athletic in build, though short. Her skin is tanned and golden in complexion from both heritage and a great many days in the sun. With naturally pink hair and tail, though neither accept to being tried to tame. Her hair is fluffy and wild, and so often cut short or bound down by clips. Usually, after hunting, it's also caked in mud. Even more stunning than a girl with pink hair are her gold eyes. They glare at most of the world from behind long lashes, sharp and stripping. Even with the round face and fat, up-turned nose, the gentleness of her face is ruined by such intruding eyes.<br />
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: In almost all situations Staelufre's garbed lightly, wearing little more armor than leather. If there's any metal to her outfit, it is to reinforce weak points such as her shins or forearms. Never does Staelufre show her back, as across it is an uneven and encompassing scar that stretches from shoulders to lower back. More scars mar her arms and hands, though she also commonly wears gloves. Staelufre never goes anywhere without at least a knife, either hidden or plain, and cannot stand to equally part comfortable realms without her most precious ring.<br />
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: Staelufre most often stands slouched or with arms crossed, especially when in the presence of others. In crowds she is withdrawn, quiet and in corners. Anything more than five or six others and Staelufre simply tends to leave. She does not, under many circumstances, go into cities or crowded areas. She fears large numbers of people after being so withdrawn from civilization. It is to a point where she resents and hates any form of building or city, even at times preaching against the luxury of society. While she believes her words, she does also enjoy the luxuries that homes can provide. Beds and showers are much better than roots and cold lakes.<br />
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: In one word, a sum of her personality would be paradox. She is innocent and violent, both a hunter and likewise utterly feminine. She is harsh in her truths, and warm in her lies. Staelufre is both wise when it comes to others, and utterly ignorant in how to interact with them. Introspective, yet starved for friendship. Should anyone offer her kindness, she will eagerly drink it up and follow at their heels thereafter. Being alone for so long has both driven her to want freedom and to equally want camaraderie. <br />
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: One thing that is less fluid and contrary is her perspective on other people. People are either weak or strong, prey or hunters. Those who are prey she pities and sees no value in. Those who are hunters, she respects. Respect does not always mean Staelufre likes or trust them, however. After spending so long in the wild, she knows very well how to discern who is stronger and how to avoid confrontation. Unfortunately, she also strives to better herself at nearly every turn, so often has a deliberate cause and wish to throw herself into unfair situations just to come out stronger. This often makes her come across as rash, when the acts are in fact deliberate and she's always keenly aware of the very real danger of dying.<br />
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: If in situations when speaking to an individual person she trusts, Staelufre's personality truly shines through. Her words are eloquent and well-chosen, her loyalty is unbearably strong, and her optimism unyielding. She gives advice as best she can and admits ignorance when she cannot. Pride does, at times, keep her from asking for help when she needs it. When speaking to an individual that Staelufre dislikes, she becomes guarded and calloused. Her words are gated, capable of meaning anything, and her lies are so smooth it's impossible to tell them from the half-true metaphors. Her ability to command her emotions in front of those who she deems weaker is impressive, as is her capability of detaching value to their life. Those who are weak, in her opinion, are better off dead. Should Staelufre be speaking, however, individually with a person she doesn't yet know well, she'll always regard them in the way she would regard a new hunting territory. Assessing their weaknesses and prying for strengths, seeking the balance of their personality to determine whether or not they are worth her time.<br />
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===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #EB9F9F;font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Combat</div>===<br />
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: Staelufre does not fight other people very well. She is more akin to the hunt, to employing stealth and surprise, than to fighting others one-on-one. The thrill of battle still runs hot through her, however, and she always enjoys a good fight. Even if it means getting beaten black and blue, she'll take on an opponent if nothing more than for the experience of it. Because of her inexperience in direct combat, she relies mostly on her larger skills. This would be agility and speed. Not getting hit is the biggest name of her game, and while she can take a couple blows they wear her down quickly. Training for combat is not much in hefting weapons and striking dummies. She trains for flexibility and endurance. Running, stretching, climbing; unorthodox things that keep her body in shape but often don't translate into direct physical combat.<br />
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: Primarily, to defeat an opponent, Staelufre uses daggers. She looks for openings in armor first, and exploits any vulnerable spots. Due to being spry and nimble, reaching odd places isn't very difficult. What is difficult is getting close enough to cut without getting hit. So after a few slashes, Staelufre tends to back off and exhaust her opponent by letting them bleed out. To opponents she aims to kill rather than simply defeat, she usually aims for the neck or their gut. Blood is not something the miqo'te is shy of. If she aims to kill as well, it is even less likely that Staelufre will approach an opponent directly.<br />
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===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #EB9F9F;font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Biography</div>===<br />
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=====<div style="padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Tribal Years</div>=====<br />
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:: Born daughter of J'tyraka Nuhn in the jungles of La Noscea as J'adaeza, she had a relatively blissful childhood. Their tribe was exceedingly small, no more than forty people at once, and strictly nomadic. Primarily they traveled through La Noscea, but in her lifetime did build small crafts to carry them across the waters to find new hunting grounds in the Black Shroud. Because of the fact they were so small, it was required for every member of the tribe to be trained and responsible for many aspects of the community. From small things such as building fires, or to larger things such as teaching the children. It was expected, in her tribe, for men and women to both be able to hunt as well as mend wounds.<br />
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:: As with all the other children, being trained to be a productive member of the tribe begun as soon as infancy ended. Her life was relatively easy, for all that a nomadic tribal life could be. She did not excel very well when it came to cooking or skinning creatures. She did not have much patience to learn to stitch clothes back together, and was often scolded for playing too roughly with the other children. Yet one day, she was brought to her mother's tent and given a choice of weaponry. This would be the weapon she would wield for the rest of her life in the tribe, trained in it until it became as much part of her as a limb. Only then would she be allowed to hunt. J'adaeza chose a spear, which was too large for her scrawny form, but stubbornly kept to it.<br />
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:: To those of younger ages, one of the more experienced Tias became their teacher. He taught them how to use the weapons they chose, in a strict yet not unkind manner. J'adaeza at this time was awful with the spear. She commonly dropped it, or was much too loud when carrying it around. She was scolded almost constantly, given extra exercises to learn her weapon better, and not allowed to return to the fires until she finished them. It was punishing, but also rewarding. So early in age, she didn't become bitter by the experience, but instead elevated to enjoy the push of her body. To wield the spear was not a natural thing to the tiny pink-haired girl, but she progressed and became decent at it. Once proficient enough, the Tia then began to train her in hunting tactics and strategies. How to step quietly and place traps, the knowledge of sensing danger and so forth.<br />
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:: At ten, as is traditional in her tribe, J'adaeza was taken on her first hunting trip. She was not permitted to strike at any creatures or wander on her own. She stuck closely to the side of one of the mature hunters, and while much of what she learned was applied, she found she had much more to learn. The thrill of the hunt sunk quickly and deeply in her heart, however, and it soon took her over. She became obsessed with hunting, and decided after but a few meager years of training to dedicate her life to it.<br />
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:: This went against her tribe's custom, however. When J'adaeza's more relaxed chores and duties began to wane in favor to her hunting, she was taken aside and spoken to. At first, they only expressed concerned. Then, when she ignored their words and abandoned her other disciplines in arrogant need for the sport, they began to punish her in true. As an adolescent who, as pre-teens tend to be, was absolutely certain she knew what was best for her, J'azaeda rebelled against the obedience they demanded from her. This was not an uncommon thing at her age, even in the tribe, but it was still disruptive to a community so small. She was frustratingly single-minded and stuck to it. So one evening, after a particularly bad spat with her aunt, she decided to leave the tribe.<br />
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:: Leaving itself wasn't terribly traumatic to J'adaeza. The tribe, at the time, was on a particularly wealthy streak in the Shroud. She took a sufficient amount of foodstuffs and her spear, and set off at the opposite direction. It was liberating, for a while, until she found that one of her half-sisters trailing slowly after her. Having heard of J'adaeza's leaving, J'adisa had soon departed for her own reasoning. Guilt and familial obligation forced her to look over this other girl, who had no skill in hunting or fighting.<br />
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=====<div style="padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Death</div>=====<br />
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:: While J'adaeza and J'adisa traveled back to La Noscea, they found that life without a tribe was more difficult than previously imagined. While J'adaeza was a fair enough hunter, she was poor at every other practical application. Her rebellion became her own punishment, as her sister and her struggled to feed themselves or find proper campsites. There were many close calls to unsavory sorts and rabid beastmen, and J'adaeza gathered many colorful stories about swiping equipment from unsuspecting travelers.<br />
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:: During such a colorful tale, she managed to cross paths with the wrong sort of folk. The story involved behind to why, and how the events unfolded, tends to change with each evolution of the story in present day; suggesting a reluctance to admit why or perhaps even a true confusion as to its truth. But what she does always tell, and seem to recall accurately, is the mutilation of her back. Tossed into the sea of Vylbrand, she nearly drowned. Miracle of miracles, she survived. Washed upon the beach with her back quickly growing an infection. Time for her at this point grew wildly inconsistent. A fever over-took her and she wandered in search of shelter or help. Her body was dying, already weak from her time in the water and what she was certain had been her death. Now, she was experiencing the agony of dying all over again.<br />
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:: Here is where [[Vilsewaen Steinhoh]] rescued the dying miqo'te. She had no idea, for a long time, that she was even in the care of anyone. He tended to her in one of his camps in the lowlands of Vylbrand until she recovered enough to become lucid and aware of her situation. They spoke, and while she was still too weak to move did tell him of her sister and where their campsite had been before her near-fatal accident. J'adisa came immediately and helped Vilsewaen tend to J'adaeza. He spoke strangely, but treated them kindly, and offered more than enough hospitality that they felt comfortable staying at his side.<br />
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====<div style="padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Rebirth</div>====<br />
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:: Though the two half-sisters did not intend to stay with Vilsewaen long, his proficiency of living alone was more than they had. When he offered to teach them, they ended up agreeing. Thus it was that the two came under his tutelage, and the tutelage became something more. His patience and lack of social skills were precisely the right combination of dry and kind that the two bonded with. So when Vilsewaen, the wandering hermit that he is, said he was climbing higher to the La Noscean mountains he took J'adaeza and J'adisa with him.<br />
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:: There is where J'adaeza's birth into Staelufre became apparent. Though she may had been on the physical brink of death before, with Vilsewaen's help she finally accepted that she will never again be part of a tribe. And as the hermit accepted these two lost girls into his care, he gave to them his traditions and philosophies as well. So J'adaeza and J'adisa came to be known, respectively, as Staelufre Lysmerl and Siehrova Brynstymm. The women were encouraged to be free and study whatever pursuit came to their heart, while their new father ensured their welfare and ability to look after themselves. So they developed into two opposites. Where Staelufre was wild, Siehrova was patient: Where Staelufre learned and strengthened her body, Siehrova was curious and expanded her mind. The two were dawn and dusk, and they both loved Vilsewaen as if he were the sky itself.<br />
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:: The three were very happy for a long time. As was his nature, Vilsewaen would often leave the two to wander. Even attached to others, he was still a hermit at heart. But Staelufre and Siehrova did not seem to mind. Their growth became exponential as they explored the mountains of La Noscea, alone and away from any civilization. The two bonded until their differences expanded and then compounded, both taking pieces of each other until neither were sure which one began and the other ended. These are the happiest memories to Staelufre, with her ever-present sister and her wayward father. Each so dear to her that she would have rather died than be left without them in the world.<br />
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:: Eventually Staelufre and Siehrova left La Noscea. Vilsewaen went with them as far as the Shroud, and from there they wandered to Coerthas. The cold weather did not suit Siehrova, but the stars fascinated her sister. Staelufre had always been fascinated by stars and their clarity in these northern grounds stole her heart away. They wandered wherever they wished, though often returned to their "home" in the mountains.<br />
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====<div style="padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">The Calamity</div>====<br />
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:: About four years before the Calamity fell, Vilsewaen took in another rogue soul. While Staelufre isn't sure where the old man found [[Renee Becquerel]] - who was then Renaud - he certainly came to become a large figurehead for the elezen. The then-named Wakkeyha Syngronn became Vilsewaen's apprentice. This excited the first time Staelufre ever felt jealousy in another person. She had always thought of her father as belonging to their family, and here was an interloper to steal Vilsewaen's time and ideals away from their already precious moments. It frustrated her, and she harbored equal envy that Renee had the Echo while she did not. So when the Garlean forces threatened their doorstep and Renee announced her leave, Staelufre was overjoyed... until Vilsewaen announced he was leaving as well.<br />
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:: She remained in the mountains of La Noscea until after Dalamud hit. Then she waited longer for Vilsewaen to return. Eventually, she became too anxious and left - parting with Siehrova for the first time in years. She traveled, seeing the cruelty and savagery that was brought on with total desolation. While uninterested in helping cities to rebuild and regrow, she did know that her skills as a hunter would do many well. So Staelufre took up many odd jobs, expanding her skills and honing her ability as a hunter to be met by the need and demand of others.<br />
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:: This continued until the ships were rebuilt and the island reconnected to the rest of Eorzea. Then Staelufre left, wanderlust unable to be sated. She continued to work as a hunter for hire for a small time, building a thin and unimportant network of people who knew her by face if not by name. She abandoned it, however, when Revenant's Toll was being formed. Instead she returned to Siehrova and two journeyed there, to a place where Siehrova's genius and thirsty for knowledge could be met on a frontier that would also excite her more than any dusty library. For a time, Staelufre remained in Mor Dhona withe her sister. She did little other than wander and explore, doting upon her other half until such time that she became too thirsty for the hunt again.<br />
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====<div style="padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Present</div>====<br />
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:: So she left. She regathered her structure of hunting for meager favors or bits of gil, for things that she could not make or find herself in the wild. This was when she came to find, from Vilsewaen, that the long-left apprentice Renee Becquerel had started a Free Company. While the name the Coral Sea was appeasing to her, what truly interested her was the name of their home. It was named in her honor, supposedly, and while her desire to be free and away from any form of civilization was strong... the compulsion to see such a strange thing was stronger. So Staelufre wandered for her first time into the Mist, and quickly became lost.<br />
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:: This was where she met [[L'aenoh Tia]]. Through a quick spiral of events, he introduced her to many others of the Coral Sea. Their relationship becoming something strong, she remained near to the Mist - begrudgingly - to also remain near him. Her first impression of the people was unpleasant. They commonly referred to her as "Zhen's replacement" or "stray", and it happened so often and with so much repetition she accepted it as the views of all those who lived within walls. Dejected and hurt by their actions and calloused attitudes, Staelufre withdrew even further from any want to be apart of the Coral Sea or its people.<br />
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:: It took much convincing and debate before L'aenoh was able to get Staelufre to join the Coral Sea's roster. She still argues that she's not properly a member. In her eyes, she has never been fully socially accepted. Yet she is officially documented in their applications, so is technically a member. Being with the Coral Sea has expanded those she met, as well, to most everyone that she currently knows. While she disappears for long times to hunt or do whatever else she wishes, she does commonly return to the Free Company house either for its luxuries or its company.<br />
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:: Even more recent, she's been traveling to the Goblet on a frequenct basis. There is a select few of people who have caught her interest, and that she's certain hold answers they may not be sure that they have. As ever, she has a habit of finding ill fortune and then diving into it even deeper.<br />
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* She has a habit of naming people, and will eagerly explain the names she's given and their meaning to great detail.<br />
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* Her favorite food is cake. Specifically rolanberry and chocolate flavored.<br />
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* Odds are, if someone's in good standing with her, she will do almost anything that they request of her.<br />
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* If you give her sweets, expect her to always look to you for more. (Don't feed stray cats, kids!)<br />
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''Some of these rumors are untrue or are greatly exaggerated. Please feel free to add your own rumors under PC!''<br />
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<div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #90AB76;">◢ Common and easily overheard, use freely</div></b><br />
: <font style="color:#90AB76;" size="3">■</font> "She's odd. Doesn't speak well, and ran off soon as she got her booze. At least she paid," <i>Merchant at Aleport</i><br />
: <font style="color:#90AB76;" size="3">■</font> "Ah, aye, I know 'er. Got charged with poaching once. I remember, 'cause next day we found a couple of Redbellies hangin' from the trees not far off the road. Took forever to get 'em down," <i>Woodwailer in Central Shroud</i><br />
: <font style="color:#90AB76;" size="3">■</font> "Yeah, she comes through here often. Sometimes she doesn't have gil and ends up having to barter pieces of jewelry. Her boyfriend or husband or someone always comes around a day or two later to buy the jewelry back," <i>Ferryman at Vesper Bay</i><br />
: <font style="color:#90AB76;" size="3">■</font> "Sometimes she stops here, but never to take a chocobo. Avoids the damn things like the plague," <i>Any Choco-keep in the Sanctuaries</i><br />
: <font style="color:#90AB76;" size="3">■</font> "I keep telling her: No fishing in the ponds! You know what, when you find her, tell her that for me!" <i>Frustrated Adder in Lavender Beds</i><br />
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<b><div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #F37E1D;">◢ Moderately difficult to overhear, use sparingly or ask first</div></b><br />
: <font style="color:#F37E1D;" size="3">■</font> "She's a poor thing. Sometimes she likes to soak in the waters here before she goes to trade over by the Wanderer's Palace. Her back is just a travesty for something so cute," <i>Worker at Camp Bronze Lake</i><br />
: <font style="color:#F37E1D;" size="3">■</font> "You know, it's funny, I saw 'er 'round 'ere a lot. Just hangin' out, talkin' to th' farmers. Then up an' disappears. Ain't seen 'er since," <i>Farmer at Summerford Farms</i><br />
: <font style="color:#F37E1D;" size="3">■</font> "Ah, yeah, I've seen her. Well, heard is more like... Those two cats are damned loud..." <i>Grimacing Yellowjacket Who Works Near the Eyes</i><br />
: <font style="color:#F37E1D;" size="3">■</font> "That pink one? She comes in about once a moon to buy some cake. Real skittish, but always tips well!" <i>Chef in the Bismark</i><br />
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<b><div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #D83018;">◢ Very difficult or rarely overheard, ask before using</div></b><br />
: <font style="color:#D83018;" size="3">■</font> "I don't know why, but sometimes she leaves offerings at Thal's Shrine. Won't speak to anyone, either. Just walks in and spends a few bells in silence only to leave," <i>Brass Blade on Highbridge</i><br />
: <font style="color:#D83018;" size="3">■</font> "Is the damnest thing. She looks just like one of my tribe sisters... But I could have sworn her dead," <i>Hard-working Tia in Wineport</i><br />
: <font style="color:#D83018;" size="3">■</font> "I know the name. Commissioned some unique weapons. All pretty confidential, I'm afraid," <i>Blacksmith in Limsa Lominsa</i><br />
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<b><div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #aac5b4;">◢ Rumors from the character's of other players</div></b><br />
: <font style="color:#aac5b4;" size="3">■</font> "Arcane magic around her? Forget about it. She's like... Way too angry about something involving it," <i>[[Harper Brightwind]]</i><br />
: <font style="color:#aac5b4;" size="3">■</font> "I'm fairly certain she has little to no respect for the dead. Or for the living. Or any value for life itself given how quick she treats folk. And I'm pretty sure she doesn't know anything about privacy or secrets. Ever. Journals included," <i>[[Chaska Dakwhil]]</i><br />
: <font style="color:#aac5b4;" size="3">■</font> "The pink one? She's absolutely terrified of me for some reason or another. Poor dear. I believe someone asked me if I might be there to take her away or something of the like. I am not quite sure why since we have never really met," <i>[[J'nangho Jhimei]]</i><br />
: <font style="color:#aac5b4;" size="3">■</font>"She is blessed with a lot of drive and ambition, all fueled with good cause. Lady Staelufre will take in everything around her, dare say some knowledge without reflecting on it becomes only chaos, though. Shall always try to be there and bring clarity to all her goals; may I never fail to protect her from the poisons." <i>[[Jancis Milburga]]</i><br />
: <font style="color:#aac5b4;" size="3">■</font>"Oh! Stae! They call her 'the Huntress'. Well, at least I call her that. Anyroads, she knows things. Things about predators and prey that I've only... felt but couldn't put to words. To say she's like magic on the hunt is doing a disservice to her instinctual talent. She's more miqo'te than my Matron." <i>[[R'sass Thras]]</i><br />
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: <center><font style="color:#000000;" size="3">♥</font> Physical Attraction <font style="color:#F02311;" size="3">♥</font> Romantic Desire <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font> Platonic Love</center> <br />
: <center><font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> Good Standing <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> Neutral <font style="color:#C24640;" size="3">●</font> Poor Standing</center><br />
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: <font style="color:#F02311;" size="3">♥</font> <font style="color:#000000;" size="3">♥</font> [[L'aenoh Tia]]: "Ganzjaega Riklifaeld" : A man she met in the Mist. Their beginnings were rather rough, though both held an attraction for the other since the moment they met. After some struggle with a rather cruel Keeper named Hnaba, they came together and bonded in a way neither expected. Ever since, the two have been inseparable. Staelufre has come to love him in true. She has no plans to deviate from his side, and goes to great lengths to ensure his safety. They were married on Feburary 28th.<br />
: <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font> [[Vilsewaen Steinhoh]]: Her father, her mentor, her brother. He is the person Staelufre respects the most in her life, and strives to be like. It is a constant disappointment to her that she cannot follow in his footsteps, or become precisely alike him. Almost everything she does is to give him pride and prove herself worthy in his eyes.<br />
: <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font> [[Siehrova Brynstymm]]: Her sister. Staelufre is wildly protective of her intelligent and kind kin. Their shared history has forged their bond into something that is unbreakable. She values Siehrova for her intelligence and quick wit, and admires her for being able to do so many things that she cannot even conceive possible. While her sister works on various projects in Mor Dhona, almost always consisting of magitek, Staelufre makes sure to provide her sister with every comfort and need she could ask for.<br />
: <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font> [[Renaud Becquerel]]: "Wakkeyha Syngronn" : Her brother, her rival. He is the apprentice of her father and his natural affinity to truth and ownership of the Echo has made Wakkeyha the favorite of Vilsewaen. In this, Staelufre is constantly jealous of him and irritated of his natural prowess with mysticism. She sees in him all the things she wishes she can be, and he is blissfully ignorant of such facts. His fawning and doting over Staelufre as his own sister only makes her feel guilty of this, and oddly endeared to the man she names brother.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Jancis Milburga]]: "Solkeim Brynroega" : Her friend. Jancis and she first met through L'aenoh, and the healer has proved nothing but kind and stalwart. Even in the heat of battle or its gross after-effects, the woman never seems to waver. Even in the grossest of situations, Jancis is a shining beacon for her to orient herself. Staelufre remains loyal to her, and has never had cause to question this. She plans to ever be.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Ja'ren A'lenthin]]: "Arengybet Haerzhylt" : Their relationship begun on a rocky note. Miscommunication and estranged feelings made the two incapable of seeing eye-to-eye at first. Yet, when entrusting Ja'ren with a mysterious Void artefact, the two began a strange journey that solidified their friendship. Unexpected circumstances brought them even closer, and Ja'ren teaches her much of her magick and control over it. She ever admired Ja'ren, though also finds him foolish at times.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Tiergan Vashir]]: "Wynztier Eifaufre" : A recent friend to Staelufre, but a strong one. Originally a strange man, she became endeared to him after a long talk about the Lotus. Some of his earnest personality began to shine, and with it Staelufre saw someone of noble heart. She has since followed him throughout much of Eorzea on bizarre adventures to save friends or return them home. Every time they speak, she finds her respect for him growing. And also a sister-like desire to scold him for so often succumbing to his emotions.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Zaius Rhal'seer]]: "Doenruht Formnwust" : Staelufre's teacher. After Zaius insulted her mate by beating him in battle and tying him to a bed, she sought Zaius out to seek revenge. With original intentions of killing him, she was instead impressed by his technique and strength. After agreeing to teach her, and a couple lessons, she's come to trust the Keeper entirely. He shows to her an amount of care and yet willingness to let her learn. Because of that, she gives him an amount of blind faith many would advise against.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Teld're Eska'aldren]]: "Myrganais Gesprheti" : The seer, as she called him, is a strange and recent friend. He is mercurial and ever-shifting. In just one sun, she saw many sides to the man and is fascinated by each of them. She doesn't quite understand why, but some how Teld're has already earned her trust. Not only this, but she's begun to learn of a mystery that invokes her unyielding curiosity.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font><font style="color:#000000;" size="3">♥</font> [[Telos]]: "Guolstyrm Grymhoh" : Someone who holds the answers to many of her questions. He's treated her fairly, and kindly, and for this she holds to him a sense of loyalty. There's something that makes others frightened of him, however, so she is subtly wary of what his presence can bring. She also has an irrational and utterly dorky schoolgirl crush on him.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[J'azhar Tia]]: "Blynulm" : Introduced to her through Sylas, the young member of Jackal tribe was originally supposed to be a source of information. He quickly charmed her not only with a sense of his kindness for their mutual friends, but also his innocent manner of speech. They spoke of not only the more grim things, but also of lighter topics that soon left her laughing and delighted. It seems their friend circles have merged, for which Staelufre is only thankful, as she's ultimately fond of J'azhar's fretting and warm personality.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Aiouxdaux Beaumont]]: The dervish doctore was someone she first bonded with after a sparring bout that had left both of them nearly dead. She understands him rather well, despite knowing so little of him. She thinks him someone of great amusement and deadly skill, and so looks up to him quite a bit. He seems to have many heartaches, though they are not yet close enough for her to offer to help with them as much as she would wish.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Leanne Delphium]]: "Weinspaer" : The appointed "best friend". After having scolded Staelufre on ill social behavior, L'aenoh assigned the two of them to be friends from then on out. It's been somewhat uncertain ground, but the hat-clad woman is such a different presence that Staelufre help but agree she's fine friend material. Much is unknown about Leanne, though she manages to keep amusing Staelufre.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Faolan Woodlock]]: "Nezelcwin" : A man she hardly knows. He smells of campfire smoke and forests. This initial impression leads Staelufre to wanting to know more. After recent events that led her to witness Faolan's way of healing, and the knowledge he witnessed Dhemgeim's death, she's only more intent on prying beneath that mask of his.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Mikh'a Elakha]]: The gentle shadow was someone who first left his mark after healing her during her original spar with Aiouxdaux. The experience was a painful one, but after meeting a second and third time, he won her over with his quiet presence and gentle gestures. She is desperate to learn more of him, and to spend more time with someone she feels could earn her trust.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[R'sass Thras]]: Her student. A young miqo'te whose tribe has disbanded, she was intent on learning to hunt. The reverence Sass has for her is baffling and, as she believes it, misguided. But it is still a pleasant and entertaining thing to teach another her methods of hunting.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[R'ostam Tia]]: Relative to R'sass, Staelufre finds him hot-headed and brash. His silent behavior, she knows, is entirely a front for a confused and conflicted young man. She hopes to teach him a little of fighting, though also knows that she is by far the least capable of giving him what he needs to know to make a better life outside the tribe.<br />
: <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> [[Memeli Meli]]: "Toffvann" : A powerful lalafell and magnificent braggart. She holds little respect for this person, but does recognize in her the potential to do much. They haven't shared much but in passing, though Memeli's ability to find trouble and also find her way out is always worthy of admiration.<br />
: <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> [[Finecia Hawke]]: "Blahntrachyn" : A peculiar hyur. Staelufre does not trust Finecia in the way she would never fully trust a dragon. Though she wears her past plainly, there is always an uncertainty to what happening in Finecia's mind. She is, at least, a reliable healer.<br />
: <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> [[R'lexia Thras]]: "Lihtleita" : A quiet miqo'te who has not revealed much about herself. While she is Finecia's mate, Staelufre is not yet sure of Lexia's mettle. She seems determined, but there is a weakness and hesitance in her actions that makes Staelufre wonder.<br />
: <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> [[Chaska Dakwhil]]: "Tenkoeya" : Ja'ren's mate and a person Staelufre always wonders about. While mute, her wisdom and cunning is unprecedented. Or because it is because of her inability to talk that Chaska has a way of thinking unparalleled. Either way, Staelufre owes deep respect to Chaska, though knows the two of them are unlikely to ever become friends.<br />
: <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> [[Franz Renatus]]: "Iyrnfystsyn" : After having dealt with an unpleasant elezen, the two came to a mutual understanding. She does not truly wonder after the man, but does at times wonder at his strength. He has, at the very least, the presence enough for her to take his word as truth.<br />
: <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> [[Oscare Iono]]: "Blanabrenn" : Another she knows to be a Garlean. She does not particularly care for this dark-skinned hyur, but he has never done anything to upset her either. At best, she knows him as Jancis' friend.<br />
: <font style="color:#C24640;" size="3">●</font> [[Tausenadel Geispyrsyn]]: "Wybhaerz" : An officer of the Coral Sea. Upon their first meeting, he seemed kind enough, though at their second and every meeting after, he insists on calling her "Stray". Staelufre has expressed her displeasure with this sentiment, and refuses to forgive him for being unable to listen to her or respect her.<br />
: <font style="color:#C24640;" size="3">●</font> [[Sigurd Rainecourt]]: "Bremlohr" : A pitiful little hyur. His weakness makes her dislike and distaste for him very obvious. She thinks that it is a shame, for he has many strong allies, but will never reach to such heights himself.<br />
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===<div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #EB9F9F;font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Footnotes</div>===<br />
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: Tumblr: http://stillshore.tumblr.com<br />
: Faceclaim: [http://stillshore.tumblr.com/post/109046339712/emilybador-emily-bador-for-lizzy-clothing-by Emily Bador]<br />
: Voiceclaim: [http://youtu.be/TpUP0jjicqY You Are the Moon - The Hush Sound]<br />
: Theme Music: [http://youtu.be/VKrYOUhOeaI Hope in the Air - Laura Marling]<br />
: Theme Music: [http://youtu.be/6k8es2BNloE Little Black Submarines - The Black Keys]<br />
: Theme Music: [http://youtu.be/TybeFBV7awc Upside Down - Paloma Faith]<br />
: Love Song: [http://youtu.be/oP-H36bsK2M A Thousand Years - Christina Perri (Cover by Angela July)]<br />
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: Template by [[Bancroft Gairn]]</div>Dhemgeimhttps://wiki.ffxiv-roleplayers.com/index.php?title=Staelufre_Lysmerl&diff=78237Staelufre Lysmerl2015-03-03T07:07:31Z<p>Dhemgeim: /* Footnotes */</p>
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| name = Staelufre Lysmerl<br />
| image = Staewikiprofile.png<br />
| imagewidth = 250<br />
| caption = "May prey find your path."<br />
| gender = Female<br />
| citizenship = N/A<br />
| race = Miqo'te<br />
| clan = Seeker of the Sun<br />
| stat_1 = Age<br />
| stat_1_value = Mid-twenties<br />
| stat_2 = Sexuality<br />
| stat_2_value = Heterosexual<br />
| stat_3 = Occupation<br />
| stat_3_value = Hunter<br />
| stat_4 = Height/Weight<br />
| stat_4_value = 5 fulms, 0 ilms / 110 ponze<br />
| stat_5 = Diety <br />
| stat_5_value = Halone, the Fury<br />
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'''Staelufre Lysmerl''' (pronounced /stail-OU-frey LEES-mar-ill/) was born on 10th Sun of the 5th Umbral Era (October 10th). Her name means "Still Shore of the Bright Sea". She is a miqo'te who was born to one of the vagrant Jackal tribes in La Noscea, wandering through much of Eorzea with them during her childhood. She has kept the affinity to remaining in the wilderness over any form of civilization to this day, and has a very odd way of speaking.<br />
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===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #EB9F9F;font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Basic Info</div>===<br />
Not everyone can understand or relate to Staelufre. This is, at times, exceedingly frustrating to her. She speaks with a parlance that was invented and perfected by a hermit, and thus the mannerisms she uses are very foreign and often leading to misunderstanding. She has, however, been getting lessons on how to speak easier and has begun to become acquainted with a more common cant. Only adding to her oddities, she will avoid cities at a very unreasonable rate. At times, she also forgoes the comfort of houses and chooses to disappear into the wilderness for suns at a time. She prefers alcohol and fighting to any sort of minimal comfort, and excels in agility over brute strength or magick. Because Staelufre is terrible at remembering names, she often gives people her own "nicknames" derived from the roegadyn language.<br />
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:<small>''"He is prey; weak, frightened and unable to fight his way free. He becomes terrified and runs into the briars, then complains when they get caught in his fur. Such rabbits do not deserve pity, or mercy."''<br />
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:''"Oft, you are taken by the deep and churning tides. As they pull you below, to tumble you about, you must not fight. The sea is as nourishing as she is treacherous."''<br />
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:''"I find no small comfort in the shores of my kin. The apprentice and his bannermen honor me with mine namesake, but it is ever the freedom of the sea that I give myself to."''</small><br />
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<div style="padding:10px 35px;background: #F7A29E;font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;"><center>''Likes''</center></div></h3><br />
: <font style="color:#F7A29E;" size="3">■</font> Outdoors<br />
: <font style="color:#F7A29E;" size="3">■</font> Sweets<br />
: <font style="color:#F7A29E;" size="3">■</font> Knives<br />
: <font style="color:#F7A29E;" size="3">■</font> Pink<br />
: <font style="color:#F7A29E;" size="3">■</font> Fighting<br />
: <font style="color:#F7A29E;" size="3">■</font> Dresses<br />
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<div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #F3C6B9;font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;"><center>''Dislikes''</center></div></span></h3><br />
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: <font style="color:#F3C6B9;" size="3">■</font> Crowds (and similarly loud noises)<br />
: <font style="color:#F3C6B9;" size="3">■</font> Cowardice<br />
: <font style="color:#F3C6B9;" size="3">■</font> Cities / tribes<br />
: <font style="color:#F3C6B9;" size="3">■</font> Authority<br />
: <font style="color:#F3C6B9;" size="3">■</font> Extravagance<br />
: <font style="color:#F3C6B9;" size="3">■</font> Loneliness<br />
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<div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #FAEDDF;font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;"><center>''Skills''</center></div></span></h3><br />
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: <font style="color:#FAEDDF;" size="3">■</font> Perceptive to truer intentions<br />
: <font style="color:#FAEDDF;" size="3">■</font> Hunting<br />
: <font style="color:#FAEDDF;" size="3">■</font> Endurance or agility exercises<br />
: <font style="color:#FAEDDF;" size="3">■</font> Whittling<br />
: <font style="color:#FAEDDF;" size="3">■</font> Going, or remaining, largely unseen<br />
: <font style="color:#FAEDDF;" size="3">■</font> Singing<br />
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===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #EB9F9F;font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Appearance & Personality</div>===<br />
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: Staelufre cuts a slight figure, but nothing about her short stature is wasted. She is muscled and athletic in build, though short. Her skin is tanned and golden in complexion from both heritage and a great many days in the sun. With naturally pink hair and tail, though neither accept to being tried to tame. Her hair is fluffy and wild, and so often cut short or bound down by clips. Usually, after hunting, it's also caked in mud. Even more stunning than a girl with pink hair are her gold eyes. They glare at most of the world from behind long lashes, sharp and stripping. Even with the round face and fat, up-turned nose, the gentleness of her face is ruined by such intruding eyes.<br />
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: In almost all situations Staelufre's garbed lightly, wearing little more armor than leather. If there's any metal to her outfit, it is to reinforce weak points such as her shins or forearms. Never does Staelufre show her back, as across it is an uneven and encompassing scar that stretches from shoulders to lower back. More scars mar her arms and hands, though she also commonly wears gloves. Staelufre never goes anywhere without at least a knife, either hidden or plain, and cannot stand to equally part comfortable realms without her most precious ring.<br />
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: Staelufre most often stands slouched or with arms crossed, especially when in the presence of others. In crowds she is withdrawn, quiet and in corners. Anything more than five or six others and Staelufre simply tends to leave. She does not, under many circumstances, go into cities or crowded areas. She fears large numbers of people after being so withdrawn from civilization. It is to a point where she resents and hates any form of building or city, even at times preaching against the luxury of society. While she believes her words, she does also enjoy the luxuries that homes can provide. Beds and showers are much better than roots and cold lakes.<br />
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: In one word, a sum of her personality would be paradox. She is innocent and violent, both a hunter and likewise utterly feminine. She is harsh in her truths, and warm in her lies. Staelufre is both wise when it comes to others, and utterly ignorant in how to interact with them. Introspective, yet starved for friendship. Should anyone offer her kindness, she will eagerly drink it up and follow at their heels thereafter. Being alone for so long has both driven her to want freedom and to equally want camaraderie. <br />
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: One thing that is less fluid and contrary is her perspective on other people. People are either weak or strong, prey or hunters. Those who are prey she pities and sees no value in. Those who are hunters, she respects. Respect does not always mean Staelufre likes or trust them, however. After spending so long in the wild, she knows very well how to discern who is stronger and how to avoid confrontation. Unfortunately, she also strives to better herself at nearly every turn, so often has a deliberate cause and wish to throw herself into unfair situations just to come out stronger. This often makes her come across as rash, when the acts are in fact deliberate and she's always keenly aware of the very real danger of dying.<br />
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: If in situations when speaking to an individual person she trusts, Staelufre's personality truly shines through. Her words are eloquent and well-chosen, her loyalty is unbearably strong, and her optimism unyielding. She gives advice as best she can and admits ignorance when she cannot. Pride does, at times, keep her from asking for help when she needs it. When speaking to an individual that Staelufre dislikes, she becomes guarded and calloused. Her words are gated, capable of meaning anything, and her lies are so smooth it's impossible to tell them from the half-true metaphors. Her ability to command her emotions in front of those who she deems weaker is impressive, as is her capability of detaching value to their life. Those who are weak, in her opinion, are better off dead. Should Staelufre be speaking, however, individually with a person she doesn't yet know well, she'll always regard them in the way she would regard a new hunting territory. Assessing their weaknesses and prying for strengths, seeking the balance of their personality to determine whether or not they are worth her time.<br />
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===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #EB9F9F;font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Combat</div>===<br />
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: Staelufre does not fight other people very well. She is more akin to the hunt, to employing stealth and surprise, than to fighting others one-on-one. The thrill of battle still runs hot through her, however, and she always enjoys a good fight. Even if it means getting beaten black and blue, she'll take on an opponent if nothing more than for the experience of it. Because of her inexperience in direct combat, she relies mostly on her larger skills. This would be agility and speed. Not getting hit is the biggest name of her game, and while she can take a couple blows they wear her down quickly. Training for combat is not much in hefting weapons and striking dummies. She trains for flexibility and endurance. Running, stretching, climbing; unorthodox things that keep her body in shape but often don't translate into direct physical combat.<br />
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: Primarily, to defeat an opponent, Staelufre uses daggers. She looks for openings in armor first, and exploits any vulnerable spots. Due to being spry and nimble, reaching odd places isn't very difficult. What is difficult is getting close enough to cut without getting hit. So after a few slashes, Staelufre tends to back off and exhaust her opponent by letting them bleed out. To opponents she aims to kill rather than simply defeat, she usually aims for the neck or their gut. Blood is not something the miqo'te is shy of. If she aims to kill as well, it is even less likely that Staelufre will approach an opponent directly.<br />
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===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #EB9F9F;font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Biography</div>===<br />
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=====<div style="padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Tribal Years</div>=====<br />
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:: Born daughter of J'tyraka Nuhn in the jungles of La Noscea as J'adaeza, she had a relatively blissful childhood. Their tribe was exceedingly small, no more than forty people at once, and strictly nomadic. Primarily they traveled through La Noscea, but in her lifetime did build small crafts to carry them across the waters to find new hunting grounds in the Black Shroud. Because of the fact they were so small, it was required for every member of the tribe to be trained and responsible for many aspects of the community. From small things such as building fires, or to larger things such as teaching the children. It was expected, in her tribe, for men and women to both be able to hunt as well as mend wounds.<br />
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:: As with all the other children, being trained to be a productive member of the tribe begun as soon as infancy ended. Her life was relatively easy, for all that a nomadic tribal life could be. She did not excel very well when it came to cooking or skinning creatures. She did not have much patience to learn to stitch clothes back together, and was often scolded for playing too roughly with the other children. Yet one day, she was brought to her mother's tent and given a choice of weaponry. This would be the weapon she would wield for the rest of her life in the tribe, trained in it until it became as much part of her as a limb. Only then would she be allowed to hunt. J'adaeza chose a spear, which was too large for her scrawny form, but stubbornly kept to it.<br />
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:: To those of younger ages, one of the more experienced Tias became their teacher. He taught them how to use the weapons they chose, in a strict yet not unkind manner. J'adaeza at this time was awful with the spear. She commonly dropped it, or was much too loud when carrying it around. She was scolded almost constantly, given extra exercises to learn her weapon better, and not allowed to return to the fires until she finished them. It was punishing, but also rewarding. So early in age, she didn't become bitter by the experience, but instead elevated to enjoy the push of her body. To wield the spear was not a natural thing to the tiny pink-haired girl, but she progressed and became decent at it. Once proficient enough, the Tia then began to train her in hunting tactics and strategies. How to step quietly and place traps, the knowledge of sensing danger and so forth.<br />
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:: At ten, as is traditional in her tribe, J'adaeza was taken on her first hunting trip. She was not permitted to strike at any creatures or wander on her own. She stuck closely to the side of one of the mature hunters, and while much of what she learned was applied, she found she had much more to learn. The thrill of the hunt sunk quickly and deeply in her heart, however, and it soon took her over. She became obsessed with hunting, and decided after but a few meager years of training to dedicate her life to it.<br />
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:: This went against her tribe's custom, however. When J'adaeza's more relaxed chores and duties began to wane in favor to her hunting, she was taken aside and spoken to. At first, they only expressed concerned. Then, when she ignored their words and abandoned her other disciplines in arrogant need for the sport, they began to punish her in true. As an adolescent who, as pre-teens tend to be, was absolutely certain she knew what was best for her, J'azaeda rebelled against the obedience they demanded from her. This was not an uncommon thing at her age, even in the tribe, but it was still disruptive to a community so small. She was frustratingly single-minded and stuck to it. So one evening, after a particularly bad spat with her aunt, she decided to leave the tribe.<br />
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:: Leaving itself wasn't terribly traumatic to J'adaeza. The tribe, at the time, was on a particularly wealthy streak in the Shroud. She took a sufficient amount of foodstuffs and her spear, and set off at the opposite direction. It was liberating, for a while, until she found that one of her half-sisters trailing slowly after her. Having heard of J'adaeza's leaving, J'adisa had soon departed for her own reasoning. Guilt and familial obligation forced her to look over this other girl, who had no skill in hunting or fighting.<br />
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=====<div style="padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Death</div>=====<br />
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:: While J'adaeza and J'adisa traveled back to La Noscea, they found that life without a tribe was more difficult than previously imagined. While J'adaeza was a fair enough hunter, she was poor at every other practical application. Her rebellion became her own punishment, as her sister and her struggled to feed themselves or find proper campsites. There were many close calls to unsavory sorts and rabid beastmen, and J'adaeza gathered many colorful stories about swiping equipment from unsuspecting travelers.<br />
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:: During such a colorful tale, she managed to cross paths with the wrong sort of folk. The story involved behind to why, and how the events unfolded, tends to change with each evolution of the story in present day; suggesting a reluctance to admit why or perhaps even a true confusion as to its truth. But what she does always tell, and seem to recall accurately, is the mutilation of her back. Tossed into the sea of Vylbrand, she nearly drowned. Miracle of miracles, she survived. Washed upon the beach with her back quickly growing an infection. Time for her at this point grew wildly inconsistent. A fever over-took her and she wandered in search of shelter or help. Her body was dying, already weak from her time in the water and what she was certain had been her death. Now, she was experiencing the agony of dying all over again.<br />
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:: Here is where [[Vilsewaen Steinhoh]] rescued the dying miqo'te. She had no idea, for a long time, that she was even in the care of anyone. He tended to her in one of his camps in the lowlands of Vylbrand until she recovered enough to become lucid and aware of her situation. They spoke, and while she was still too weak to move did tell him of her sister and where their campsite had been before her near-fatal accident. J'adisa came immediately and helped Vilsewaen tend to J'adaeza. He spoke strangely, but treated them kindly, and offered more than enough hospitality that they felt comfortable staying at his side.<br />
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====<div style="padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Rebirth</div>====<br />
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:: Though the two half-sisters did not intend to stay with Vilsewaen long, his proficiency of living alone was more than they had. When he offered to teach them, they ended up agreeing. Thus it was that the two came under his tutelage, and the tutelage became something more. His patience and lack of social skills were precisely the right combination of dry and kind that the two bonded with. So when Vilsewaen, the wandering hermit that he is, said he was climbing higher to the La Noscean mountains he took J'adaeza and J'adisa with him.<br />
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:: There is where J'adaeza's birth into Staelufre became apparent. Though she may had been on the physical brink of death before, with Vilsewaen's help she finally accepted that she will never again be part of a tribe. And as the hermit accepted these two lost girls into his care, he gave to them his traditions and philosophies as well. So J'adaeza and J'adisa came to be known, respectively, as Staelufre Lysmerl and Siehrova Brynstymm. The women were encouraged to be free and study whatever pursuit came to their heart, while their new father ensured their welfare and ability to look after themselves. So they developed into two opposites. Where Staelufre was wild, Siehrova was patient: Where Staelufre learned and strengthened her body, Siehrova was curious and expanded her mind. The two were dawn and dusk, and they both loved Vilsewaen as if he were the sky itself.<br />
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:: The three were very happy for a long time. As was his nature, Vilsewaen would often leave the two to wander. Even attached to others, he was still a hermit at heart. But Staelufre and Siehrova did not seem to mind. Their growth became exponential as they explored the mountains of La Noscea, alone and away from any civilization. The two bonded until their differences expanded and then compounded, both taking pieces of each other until neither were sure which one began and the other ended. These are the happiest memories to Staelufre, with her ever-present sister and her wayward father. Each so dear to her that she would have rather died than be left without them in the world.<br />
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:: Eventually Staelufre and Siehrova left La Noscea. Vilsewaen went with them as far as the Shroud, and from there they wandered to Coerthas. The cold weather did not suit Siehrova, but the stars fascinated her sister. Staelufre had always been fascinated by stars and their clarity in these northern grounds stole her heart away. They wandered wherever they wished, though often returned to their "home" in the mountains.<br />
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====<div style="padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">The Calamity</div>====<br />
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:: About four years before the Calamity fell, Vilsewaen took in another rogue soul. While Staelufre isn't sure where the old man found [[Renee Becquerel]] - who was then Renaud - he certainly came to become a large figurehead for the elezen. The then-named Wakkeyha Syngronn became Vilsewaen's apprentice. This excited the first time Staelufre ever felt jealousy in another person. She had always thought of her father as belonging to their family, and here was an interloper to steal Vilsewaen's time and ideals away from their already precious moments. It frustrated her, and she harbored equal envy that Renee had the Echo while she did not. So when the Garlean forces threatened their doorstep and Renee announced her leave, Staelufre was overjoyed... until Vilsewaen announced he was leaving as well.<br />
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:: She remained in the mountains of La Noscea until after Dalamud hit. Then she waited longer for Vilsewaen to return. Eventually, she became too anxious and left - parting with Siehrova for the first time in years. She traveled, seeing the cruelty and savagery that was brought on with total desolation. While uninterested in helping cities to rebuild and regrow, she did know that her skills as a hunter would do many well. So Staelufre took up many odd jobs, expanding her skills and honing her ability as a hunter to be met by the need and demand of others.<br />
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:: This continued until the ships were rebuilt and the island reconnected to the rest of Eorzea. Then Staelufre left, wanderlust unable to be sated. She continued to work as a hunter for hire for a small time, building a thin and unimportant network of people who knew her by face if not by name. She abandoned it, however, when Revenant's Toll was being formed. Instead she returned to Siehrova and two journeyed there, to a place where Siehrova's genius and thirsty for knowledge could be met on a frontier that would also excite her more than any dusty library. For a time, Staelufre remained in Mor Dhona withe her sister. She did little other than wander and explore, doting upon her other half until such time that she became too thirsty for the hunt again.<br />
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:: So she left. She regathered her structure of hunting for meager favors or bits of gil, for things that she could not make or find herself in the wild. This was when she came to find, from Vilsewaen, that the long-left apprentice Renee Becquerel had started a Free Company. While the name the Coral Sea was appeasing to her, what truly interested her was the name of their home. It was named in her honor, supposedly, and while her desire to be free and away from any form of civilization was strong... the compulsion to see such a strange thing was stronger. So Staelufre wandered for her first time into the Mist, and quickly became lost.<br />
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:: This was where she met [[L'aenoh Tia]]. Through a quick spiral of events, he introduced her to many others of the Coral Sea. Their relationship becoming something strong, she remained near to the Mist - begrudgingly - to also remain near him. Her first impression of the people was unpleasant. They commonly referred to her as "Zhen's replacement" or "stray", and it happened so often and with so much repetition she accepted it as the views of all those who lived within walls. Dejected and hurt by their actions and calloused attitudes, Staelufre withdrew even further from any want to be apart of the Coral Sea or its people.<br />
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:: It took much convincing and debate before L'aenoh was able to get Staelufre to join the Coral Sea's roster. She still argues that she's not properly a member. In her eyes, she has never been fully socially accepted. Yet she is officially documented in their applications, so is technically a member. Being with the Coral Sea has expanded those she met, as well, to most everyone that she currently knows. While she disappears for long times to hunt or do whatever else she wishes, she does commonly return to the Free Company house either for its luxuries or its company.<br />
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:: Even more recent, she's been traveling to the Goblet on a frequenct basis. There is a select few of people who have caught her interest, and that she's certain hold answers they may not be sure that they have. As ever, she has a habit of finding ill fortune and then diving into it even deeper.<br />
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* She has a habit of naming people, and will eagerly explain the names she's given and their meaning to great detail.<br />
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* Her favorite food is cake. Specifically rolanberry and chocolate flavored.<br />
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* Odds are, if someone's in good standing with her, she will do almost anything that they request of her.<br />
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* If you give her sweets, expect her to always look to you for more. (Don't feed stray cats, kids!)<br />
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''Some of these rumors are untrue or are greatly exaggerated. Please feel free to add your own rumors under PC!''<br />
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<div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #90AB76;">◢ Common and easily overheard, use freely</div></b><br />
: <font style="color:#90AB76;" size="3">■</font> "She's odd. Doesn't speak well, and ran off soon as she got her booze. At least she paid," <i>Merchant at Aleport</i><br />
: <font style="color:#90AB76;" size="3">■</font> "Ah, aye, I know 'er. Got charged with poaching once. I remember, 'cause next day we found a couple of Redbellies hangin' from the trees not far off the road. Took forever to get 'em down," <i>Woodwailer in Central Shroud</i><br />
: <font style="color:#90AB76;" size="3">■</font> "Yeah, she comes through here often. Sometimes she doesn't have gil and ends up having to barter pieces of jewelry. Her boyfriend or husband or someone always comes around a day or two later to buy the jewelry back," <i>Ferryman at Vesper Bay</i><br />
: <font style="color:#90AB76;" size="3">■</font> "Sometimes she stops here, but never to take a chocobo. Avoids the damn things like the plague," <i>Any Choco-keep in the Sanctuaries</i><br />
: <font style="color:#90AB76;" size="3">■</font> "I keep telling her: No fishing in the ponds! You know what, when you find her, tell her that for me!" <i>Frustrated Adder in Lavender Beds</i><br />
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<b><div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #F37E1D;">◢ Moderately difficult to overhear, use sparingly or ask first</div></b><br />
: <font style="color:#F37E1D;" size="3">■</font> "She's a poor thing. Sometimes she likes to soak in the waters here before she goes to trade over by the Wanderer's Palace. Her back is just a travesty for something so cute," <i>Worker at Camp Bronze Lake</i><br />
: <font style="color:#F37E1D;" size="3">■</font> "You know, it's funny, I saw 'er 'round 'ere a lot. Just hangin' out, talkin' to th' farmers. Then up an' disappears. Ain't seen 'er since," <i>Farmer at Summerford Farms</i><br />
: <font style="color:#F37E1D;" size="3">■</font> "Ah, yeah, I've seen her. Well, heard is more like... Those two cats are damned loud..." <i>Grimacing Yellowjacket Who Works Near the Eyes</i><br />
: <font style="color:#F37E1D;" size="3">■</font> "That pink one? She comes in about once a moon to buy some cake. Real skittish, but always tips well!" <i>Chef in the Bismark</i><br />
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<b><div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #D83018;">◢ Very difficult or rarely overheard, ask before using</div></b><br />
: <font style="color:#D83018;" size="3">■</font> "I don't know why, but sometimes she leaves offerings at Thal's Shrine. Won't speak to anyone, either. Just walks in and spends a few bells in silence only to leave," <i>Brass Blade on Highbridge</i><br />
: <font style="color:#D83018;" size="3">■</font> "Is the damnest thing. She looks just like one of my tribe sisters... But I could have sworn her dead," <i>Hard-working Tia in Wineport</i><br />
: <font style="color:#D83018;" size="3">■</font> "I know the name. Commissioned some unique weapons. All pretty confidential, I'm afraid," <i>Blacksmith in Limsa Lominsa</i><br />
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<b><div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #aac5b4;">◢ Rumors from the character's of other players</div></b><br />
: <font style="color:#aac5b4;" size="3">■</font> "Arcane magic around her? Forget about it. She's like... Way too angry about something involving it," <i>[[Harper Brightwind]]</i><br />
: <font style="color:#aac5b4;" size="3">■</font> "I'm fairly certain she has little to no respect for the dead. Or for the living. Or any value for life itself given how quick she treats folk. And I'm pretty sure she doesn't know anything about privacy or secrets. Ever. Journals included," <i>[[Chaska Dakwhil]]</i><br />
: <font style="color:#aac5b4;" size="3">■</font> "The pink one? She's absolutely terrified of me for some reason or another. Poor dear. I believe someone asked me if I might be there to take her away or something of the like. I am not quite sure why since we have never really met," <i>[[J'nangho Jhimei]]</i><br />
: <font style="color:#aac5b4;" size="3">■</font>"She is blessed with a lot of drive and ambition, all fueled with good cause. Lady Staelufre will take in everything around her, dare say some knowledge without reflecting on it becomes only chaos, though. Shall always try to be there and bring clarity to all her goals; may I never fail to protect her from the poisons." <i>[[Jancis Milburga]]</i><br />
: <font style="color:#aac5b4;" size="3">■</font>"Oh! Stae! They call her 'the Huntress'. Well, at least I call her that. Anyroads, she knows things. Things about predators and prey that I've only... felt but couldn't put to words. To say she's like magic on the hunt is doing a disservice to her instinctual talent. She's more miqo'te than my Matron." <i>[[R'sass Thras]]</i><br />
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: <center><font style="color:#000000;" size="3">♥</font> Physical Attraction <font style="color:#F02311;" size="3">♥</font> Romantic Desire <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font> Platonic Love</center> <br />
: <center><font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> Good Standing <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> Neutral <font style="color:#C24640;" size="3">●</font> Poor Standing</center><br />
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: <font style="color:#F02311;" size="3">♥</font> <font style="color:#000000;" size="3">♥</font> [[L'aenoh Tia]]: "Ganzjaega Riklifaeld" : A man she met in the Mist. Their beginnings were rather rough, though both held an attraction for the other since the moment they met. After some struggle with a rather cruel Keeper named Hnaba, they came together and bonded in a way neither expected. Ever since, the two have been inseparable. Staelufre has come to love him in true. She has no plans to deviate from his side, and goes to great lengths to ensure his safety. They were married on Feburary 28th.<br />
: <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font> [[Vilsewaen Steinhoh]]: Her father, her mentor, her brother. He is the person Staelufre respects the most in her life, and strives to be like. It is a constant disappointment to her that she cannot follow in his footsteps, or become precisely alike him. Almost everything she does is to give him pride and prove herself worthy in his eyes.<br />
: <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font> [[Siehrova Brynstymm]]: Her sister. Staelufre is wildly protective of her intelligent and kind kin. Their shared history has forged their bond into something that is unbreakable. She values Siehrova for her intelligence and quick wit, and admires her for being able to do so many things that she cannot even conceive possible. While her sister works on various projects in Mor Dhona, almost always consisting of magitek, Staelufre makes sure to provide her sister with every comfort and need she could ask for.<br />
: <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font> [[Renaud Becquerel]]: "Wakkeyha Syngronn" : Her brother, her rival. He is the apprentice of her father and his natural affinity to truth and ownership of the Echo has made Wakkeyha the favorite of Vilsewaen. In this, Staelufre is constantly jealous of him and irritated of his natural prowess with mysticism. She sees in him all the things she wishes she can be, and he is blissfully ignorant of such facts. His fawning and doting over Staelufre as his own sister only makes her feel guilty of this, and oddly endeared to the man she names brother.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Jancis Milburga]]: "Solkeim Brynroega" : Her friend. Jancis and she first met through L'aenoh, and the healer has proved nothing but kind and stalwart. Even in the heat of battle or its gross after-effects, the woman never seems to waver. Even in the grossest of situations, Jancis is a shining beacon for her to orient herself. Staelufre remains loyal to her, and has never had cause to question this. She plans to ever be.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Ja'ren A'lenthin]]: "Arengybet Haerzhylt" : Their relationship begun on a rocky note. Miscommunication and estranged feelings made the two incapable of seeing eye-to-eye at first. Yet, when entrusting Ja'ren with a mysterious Void artefact, the two began a strange journey that solidified their friendship. Unexpected circumstances brought them even closer, and Ja'ren teaches her much of her magick and control over it. She ever admired Ja'ren, though also finds him foolish at times.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Tiergan Vashir]]: "Wynztier Eifaufre" : A recent friend to Staelufre, but a strong one. Originally a strange man, she became endeared to him after a long talk about the Lotus. Some of his earnest personality began to shine, and with it Staelufre saw someone of noble heart. She has since followed him throughout much of Eorzea on bizarre adventures to save friends or return them home. Every time they speak, she finds her respect for him growing. And also a sister-like desire to scold him for so often succumbing to his emotions.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Zaius Rhal'seer]]: "Doenruht Formnwust" : Staelufre's teacher. After Zaius insulted her mate by beating him in battle and tying him to a bed, she sought Zaius out to seek revenge. With original intentions of killing him, she was instead impressed by his technique and strength. After agreeing to teach her, and a couple lessons, she's come to trust the Keeper entirely. He shows to her an amount of care and yet willingness to let her learn. Because of that, she gives him an amount of blind faith many would advise against.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Teld're Eska'aldren]]: "Myrganais Gesprheti" : The seer, as she called him, is a strange and recent friend. He is mercurial and ever-shifting. In just one sun, she saw many sides to the man and is fascinated by each of them. She doesn't quite understand why, but some how Teld're has already earned her trust. Not only this, but she's begun to learn of a mystery that invokes her unyielding curiosity.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font><font style="color:#000000;" size="3">♥</font> [[Telos]]: "Guolstyrm Grymhoh" : Someone who holds the answers to many of her questions. He's treated her fairly, and kindly, and for this she holds to him a sense of loyalty. There's something that makes others frightened of him, however, so she is subtly wary of what his presence can bring. She also has an irrational and utterly dorky schoolgirl crush on him.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[J'azhar Tia]]: "Blynulm" : Introduced to her through Sylas, the young member of Jackal tribe was originally supposed to be a source of information. He quickly charmed her not only with a sense of his kindness for their mutual friends, but also his innocent manner of speech. They spoke of not only the more grim things, but also of lighter topics that soon left her laughing and delighted. It seems their friend circles have merged, for which Staelufre is only thankful, as she's ultimately fond of J'azhar's fretting and warm personality.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Aiouxdaux Beaumont]]: The dervish doctore was someone she first bonded with after a sparring bout that had left both of them nearly dead. She understands him rather well, despite knowing so little of him. She thinks him someone of great amusement and deadly skill, and so looks up to him quite a bit. He seems to have many heartaches, though they are not yet close enough for her to offer to help with them as much as she would wish.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Leanne Delphium]]: "Weinspaer" : The appointed "best friend". After having scolded Staelufre on ill social behavior, L'aenoh assigned the two of them to be friends from then on out. It's been somewhat uncertain ground, but the hat-clad woman is such a different presence that Staelufre help but agree she's fine friend material. Much is unknown about Leanne, though she manages to keep amusing Staelufre.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Faolan Woodlock]]: "Nezelcwin" : A man she hardly knows. He smells of campfire smoke and forests. This initial impression leads Staelufre to wanting to know more. After recent events that led her to witness Faolan's way of healing, and the knowledge he witnessed Dhemgeim's death, she's only more intent on prying beneath that mask of his.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Mikh'a Elakha]]: The gentle shadow was someone who first left his mark after healing her during her original spar with Aiouxdaux. The experience was a painful one, but after meeting a second and third time, he won her over with his quiet presence and gentle gestures. She is desperate to learn more of him, and to spend more time with someone she feels could earn her trust.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[R'sass Thras]]: Her student. A young miqo'te whose tribe has disbanded, she was intent on learning to hunt. The reverence Sass has for her is baffling and, as she believes it, misguided. But it is still a pleasant and entertaining thing to teach another her methods of hunting.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[R'ostam Tia]]: Relative to R'sass, Staelufre finds him hot-headed and brash. His silent behavior, she knows, is entirely a front for a confused and conflicted young man. She hopes to teach him a little of fighting, though also knows that she is by far the least capable of giving him what he needs to know to make a better life outside the tribe.<br />
: <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> [[Memeli Meli]]: "Toffvann" : A powerful lalafell and magnificent braggart. She holds little respect for this person, but does recognize in her the potential to do much. They haven't shared much but in passing, though Memeli's ability to find trouble and also find her way out is always worthy of admiration.<br />
: <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> [[Finecia Hawke]]: "Blahntrachyn" : A peculiar hyur. Staelufre does not trust Finecia in the way she would never fully trust a dragon. Though she wears her past plainly, there is always an uncertainty to what happening in Finecia's mind. She is, at least, a reliable healer.<br />
: <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> [[R'lexia Thras]]: "Lihtleita" : A quiet miqo'te who has not revealed much about herself. While she is Finecia's mate, Staelufre is not yet sure of Lexia's mettle. She seems determined, but there is a weakness and hesitance in her actions that makes Staelufre wonder.<br />
: <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> [[Chaska Dakwhil]]: "Tenkoeya" : Ja'ren's mate and a person Staelufre always wonders about. While mute, her wisdom and cunning is unprecedented. Or because it is because of her inability to talk that Chaska has a way of thinking unparalleled. Either way, Staelufre owes deep respect to Chaska, though knows the two of them are unlikely to ever become friends.<br />
: <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> [[Franz Renatus]]: "Iyrnfystsyn" : After having dealt with an unpleasant elezen, the two came to a mutual understanding. She does not truly wonder after the man, but does at times wonder at his strength. He has, at the very least, the presence enough for her to take his word as truth.<br />
: <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> [[Oscare Iono]]: "Blanabrenn" : Another she knows to be a Garlean. She does not particularly care for this dark-skinned hyur, but he has never done anything to upset her either. At best, she knows him as Jancis' friend.<br />
: <font style="color:#C24640;" size="3">●</font> [[Tausenadel Geispyrsyn]]: "Wybhaerz" : An officer of the Coral Sea. Upon their first meeting, he seemed kind enough, though at their second and every meeting after, he insists on calling her "Stray". Staelufre has expressed her displeasure with this sentiment, and refuses to forgive him for being unable to listen to her or respect her.<br />
: <font style="color:#C24640;" size="3">●</font> [[Sigurd Rainecourt]]: "Bremlohr" : A pitiful little hyur. His weakness makes her dislike and distaste for him very obvious. She thinks that it is a shame, for he has many strong allies, but will never reach to such heights himself.<br />
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===<div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #EB9F9F;font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Footnotes</div>===<br />
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: Tumblr: http://stillshore.tumblr.com<br />
: Voiceclaim: [http://youtu.be/TpUP0jjicqY You Are the Moon - The Hush Sound]<br />
: Theme Music: [http://youtu.be/VKrYOUhOeaI Hope in the Air - Laura Marling]<br />
: Theme Music: [http://youtu.be/6k8es2BNloE Little Black Submarines - The Black Keys]<br />
: Theme Music: [http://youtu.be/TybeFBV7awc Upside Down - Paloma Faith]<br />
: Love Song: [http://youtu.be/oP-H36bsK2M A Thousand Years - Christina Perri (Cover by Angela July)]<br />
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: Template by [[Bancroft Gairn]]</div>Dhemgeimhttps://wiki.ffxiv-roleplayers.com/index.php?title=Staelufre_Lysmerl&diff=78236Staelufre Lysmerl2015-03-03T07:05:59Z<p>Dhemgeim: /* Miscellaneous */</p>
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{{Infobox-character<br />
| name = Staelufre Lysmerl<br />
| image = Staewikiprofile.png<br />
| imagewidth = 250<br />
| caption = "May prey find your path."<br />
| gender = Female<br />
| citizenship = N/A<br />
| race = Miqo'te<br />
| clan = Seeker of the Sun<br />
| stat_1 = Age<br />
| stat_1_value = Mid-twenties<br />
| stat_2 = Sexuality<br />
| stat_2_value = Heterosexual<br />
| stat_3 = Occupation<br />
| stat_3_value = Hunter<br />
| stat_4 = Height/Weight<br />
| stat_4_value = 5 fulms, 0 ilms / 110 ponze<br />
| stat_5 = Diety <br />
| stat_5_value = Halone, the Fury<br />
}}<br />
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'''Staelufre Lysmerl''' (pronounced /stail-OU-frey LEES-mar-ill/) was born on 10th Sun of the 5th Umbral Era (October 10th). Her name means "Still Shore of the Bright Sea". She is a miqo'te who was born to one of the vagrant Jackal tribes in La Noscea, wandering through much of Eorzea with them during her childhood. She has kept the affinity to remaining in the wilderness over any form of civilization to this day, and has a very odd way of speaking.<br />
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===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #EB9F9F;font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Basic Info</div>===<br />
Not everyone can understand or relate to Staelufre. This is, at times, exceedingly frustrating to her. She speaks with a parlance that was invented and perfected by a hermit, and thus the mannerisms she uses are very foreign and often leading to misunderstanding. She has, however, been getting lessons on how to speak easier and has begun to become acquainted with a more common cant. Only adding to her oddities, she will avoid cities at a very unreasonable rate. At times, she also forgoes the comfort of houses and chooses to disappear into the wilderness for suns at a time. She prefers alcohol and fighting to any sort of minimal comfort, and excels in agility over brute strength or magick. Because Staelufre is terrible at remembering names, she often gives people her own "nicknames" derived from the roegadyn language.<br />
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:<small>''"He is prey; weak, frightened and unable to fight his way free. He becomes terrified and runs into the briars, then complains when they get caught in his fur. Such rabbits do not deserve pity, or mercy."''<br />
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:''"Oft, you are taken by the deep and churning tides. As they pull you below, to tumble you about, you must not fight. The sea is as nourishing as she is treacherous."''<br />
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:''"I find no small comfort in the shores of my kin. The apprentice and his bannermen honor me with mine namesake, but it is ever the freedom of the sea that I give myself to."''</small><br />
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: <font style="color:#F7A29E;" size="3">■</font> Outdoors<br />
: <font style="color:#F7A29E;" size="3">■</font> Sweets<br />
: <font style="color:#F7A29E;" size="3">■</font> Knives<br />
: <font style="color:#F7A29E;" size="3">■</font> Pink<br />
: <font style="color:#F7A29E;" size="3">■</font> Fighting<br />
: <font style="color:#F7A29E;" size="3">■</font> Dresses<br />
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: <font style="color:#F3C6B9;" size="3">■</font> Crowds (and similarly loud noises)<br />
: <font style="color:#F3C6B9;" size="3">■</font> Cowardice<br />
: <font style="color:#F3C6B9;" size="3">■</font> Cities / tribes<br />
: <font style="color:#F3C6B9;" size="3">■</font> Authority<br />
: <font style="color:#F3C6B9;" size="3">■</font> Extravagance<br />
: <font style="color:#F3C6B9;" size="3">■</font> Loneliness<br />
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: <font style="color:#FAEDDF;" size="3">■</font> Perceptive to truer intentions<br />
: <font style="color:#FAEDDF;" size="3">■</font> Hunting<br />
: <font style="color:#FAEDDF;" size="3">■</font> Endurance or agility exercises<br />
: <font style="color:#FAEDDF;" size="3">■</font> Whittling<br />
: <font style="color:#FAEDDF;" size="3">■</font> Going, or remaining, largely unseen<br />
: <font style="color:#FAEDDF;" size="3">■</font> Singing<br />
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: Staelufre cuts a slight figure, but nothing about her short stature is wasted. She is muscled and athletic in build, though short. Her skin is tanned and golden in complexion from both heritage and a great many days in the sun. With naturally pink hair and tail, though neither accept to being tried to tame. Her hair is fluffy and wild, and so often cut short or bound down by clips. Usually, after hunting, it's also caked in mud. Even more stunning than a girl with pink hair are her gold eyes. They glare at most of the world from behind long lashes, sharp and stripping. Even with the round face and fat, up-turned nose, the gentleness of her face is ruined by such intruding eyes.<br />
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: In almost all situations Staelufre's garbed lightly, wearing little more armor than leather. If there's any metal to her outfit, it is to reinforce weak points such as her shins or forearms. Never does Staelufre show her back, as across it is an uneven and encompassing scar that stretches from shoulders to lower back. More scars mar her arms and hands, though she also commonly wears gloves. Staelufre never goes anywhere without at least a knife, either hidden or plain, and cannot stand to equally part comfortable realms without her most precious ring.<br />
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: Staelufre most often stands slouched or with arms crossed, especially when in the presence of others. In crowds she is withdrawn, quiet and in corners. Anything more than five or six others and Staelufre simply tends to leave. She does not, under many circumstances, go into cities or crowded areas. She fears large numbers of people after being so withdrawn from civilization. It is to a point where she resents and hates any form of building or city, even at times preaching against the luxury of society. While she believes her words, she does also enjoy the luxuries that homes can provide. Beds and showers are much better than roots and cold lakes.<br />
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: In one word, a sum of her personality would be paradox. She is innocent and violent, both a hunter and likewise utterly feminine. She is harsh in her truths, and warm in her lies. Staelufre is both wise when it comes to others, and utterly ignorant in how to interact with them. Introspective, yet starved for friendship. Should anyone offer her kindness, she will eagerly drink it up and follow at their heels thereafter. Being alone for so long has both driven her to want freedom and to equally want camaraderie. <br />
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: One thing that is less fluid and contrary is her perspective on other people. People are either weak or strong, prey or hunters. Those who are prey she pities and sees no value in. Those who are hunters, she respects. Respect does not always mean Staelufre likes or trust them, however. After spending so long in the wild, she knows very well how to discern who is stronger and how to avoid confrontation. Unfortunately, she also strives to better herself at nearly every turn, so often has a deliberate cause and wish to throw herself into unfair situations just to come out stronger. This often makes her come across as rash, when the acts are in fact deliberate and she's always keenly aware of the very real danger of dying.<br />
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: If in situations when speaking to an individual person she trusts, Staelufre's personality truly shines through. Her words are eloquent and well-chosen, her loyalty is unbearably strong, and her optimism unyielding. She gives advice as best she can and admits ignorance when she cannot. Pride does, at times, keep her from asking for help when she needs it. When speaking to an individual that Staelufre dislikes, she becomes guarded and calloused. Her words are gated, capable of meaning anything, and her lies are so smooth it's impossible to tell them from the half-true metaphors. Her ability to command her emotions in front of those who she deems weaker is impressive, as is her capability of detaching value to their life. Those who are weak, in her opinion, are better off dead. Should Staelufre be speaking, however, individually with a person she doesn't yet know well, she'll always regard them in the way she would regard a new hunting territory. Assessing their weaknesses and prying for strengths, seeking the balance of their personality to determine whether or not they are worth her time.<br />
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===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #EB9F9F;font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Combat</div>===<br />
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: Staelufre does not fight other people very well. She is more akin to the hunt, to employing stealth and surprise, than to fighting others one-on-one. The thrill of battle still runs hot through her, however, and she always enjoys a good fight. Even if it means getting beaten black and blue, she'll take on an opponent if nothing more than for the experience of it. Because of her inexperience in direct combat, she relies mostly on her larger skills. This would be agility and speed. Not getting hit is the biggest name of her game, and while she can take a couple blows they wear her down quickly. Training for combat is not much in hefting weapons and striking dummies. She trains for flexibility and endurance. Running, stretching, climbing; unorthodox things that keep her body in shape but often don't translate into direct physical combat.<br />
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: Primarily, to defeat an opponent, Staelufre uses daggers. She looks for openings in armor first, and exploits any vulnerable spots. Due to being spry and nimble, reaching odd places isn't very difficult. What is difficult is getting close enough to cut without getting hit. So after a few slashes, Staelufre tends to back off and exhaust her opponent by letting them bleed out. To opponents she aims to kill rather than simply defeat, she usually aims for the neck or their gut. Blood is not something the miqo'te is shy of. If she aims to kill as well, it is even less likely that Staelufre will approach an opponent directly.<br />
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===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #EB9F9F;font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Biography</div>===<br />
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=====<div style="padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Tribal Years</div>=====<br />
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:: Born daughter of J'tyraka Nuhn in the jungles of La Noscea as J'adaeza, she had a relatively blissful childhood. Their tribe was exceedingly small, no more than forty people at once, and strictly nomadic. Primarily they traveled through La Noscea, but in her lifetime did build small crafts to carry them across the waters to find new hunting grounds in the Black Shroud. Because of the fact they were so small, it was required for every member of the tribe to be trained and responsible for many aspects of the community. From small things such as building fires, or to larger things such as teaching the children. It was expected, in her tribe, for men and women to both be able to hunt as well as mend wounds.<br />
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:: As with all the other children, being trained to be a productive member of the tribe begun as soon as infancy ended. Her life was relatively easy, for all that a nomadic tribal life could be. She did not excel very well when it came to cooking or skinning creatures. She did not have much patience to learn to stitch clothes back together, and was often scolded for playing too roughly with the other children. Yet one day, she was brought to her mother's tent and given a choice of weaponry. This would be the weapon she would wield for the rest of her life in the tribe, trained in it until it became as much part of her as a limb. Only then would she be allowed to hunt. J'adaeza chose a spear, which was too large for her scrawny form, but stubbornly kept to it.<br />
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:: To those of younger ages, one of the more experienced Tias became their teacher. He taught them how to use the weapons they chose, in a strict yet not unkind manner. J'adaeza at this time was awful with the spear. She commonly dropped it, or was much too loud when carrying it around. She was scolded almost constantly, given extra exercises to learn her weapon better, and not allowed to return to the fires until she finished them. It was punishing, but also rewarding. So early in age, she didn't become bitter by the experience, but instead elevated to enjoy the push of her body. To wield the spear was not a natural thing to the tiny pink-haired girl, but she progressed and became decent at it. Once proficient enough, the Tia then began to train her in hunting tactics and strategies. How to step quietly and place traps, the knowledge of sensing danger and so forth.<br />
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:: At ten, as is traditional in her tribe, J'adaeza was taken on her first hunting trip. She was not permitted to strike at any creatures or wander on her own. She stuck closely to the side of one of the mature hunters, and while much of what she learned was applied, she found she had much more to learn. The thrill of the hunt sunk quickly and deeply in her heart, however, and it soon took her over. She became obsessed with hunting, and decided after but a few meager years of training to dedicate her life to it.<br />
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:: This went against her tribe's custom, however. When J'adaeza's more relaxed chores and duties began to wane in favor to her hunting, she was taken aside and spoken to. At first, they only expressed concerned. Then, when she ignored their words and abandoned her other disciplines in arrogant need for the sport, they began to punish her in true. As an adolescent who, as pre-teens tend to be, was absolutely certain she knew what was best for her, J'azaeda rebelled against the obedience they demanded from her. This was not an uncommon thing at her age, even in the tribe, but it was still disruptive to a community so small. She was frustratingly single-minded and stuck to it. So one evening, after a particularly bad spat with her aunt, she decided to leave the tribe.<br />
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:: Leaving itself wasn't terribly traumatic to J'adaeza. The tribe, at the time, was on a particularly wealthy streak in the Shroud. She took a sufficient amount of foodstuffs and her spear, and set off at the opposite direction. It was liberating, for a while, until she found that one of her half-sisters trailing slowly after her. Having heard of J'adaeza's leaving, J'adisa had soon departed for her own reasoning. Guilt and familial obligation forced her to look over this other girl, who had no skill in hunting or fighting.<br />
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=====<div style="padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Death</div>=====<br />
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:: While J'adaeza and J'adisa traveled back to La Noscea, they found that life without a tribe was more difficult than previously imagined. While J'adaeza was a fair enough hunter, she was poor at every other practical application. Her rebellion became her own punishment, as her sister and her struggled to feed themselves or find proper campsites. There were many close calls to unsavory sorts and rabid beastmen, and J'adaeza gathered many colorful stories about swiping equipment from unsuspecting travelers.<br />
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:: During such a colorful tale, she managed to cross paths with the wrong sort of folk. The story involved behind to why, and how the events unfolded, tends to change with each evolution of the story in present day; suggesting a reluctance to admit why or perhaps even a true confusion as to its truth. But what she does always tell, and seem to recall accurately, is the mutilation of her back. Tossed into the sea of Vylbrand, she nearly drowned. Miracle of miracles, she survived. Washed upon the beach with her back quickly growing an infection. Time for her at this point grew wildly inconsistent. A fever over-took her and she wandered in search of shelter or help. Her body was dying, already weak from her time in the water and what she was certain had been her death. Now, she was experiencing the agony of dying all over again.<br />
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:: Here is where [[Vilsewaen Steinhoh]] rescued the dying miqo'te. She had no idea, for a long time, that she was even in the care of anyone. He tended to her in one of his camps in the lowlands of Vylbrand until she recovered enough to become lucid and aware of her situation. They spoke, and while she was still too weak to move did tell him of her sister and where their campsite had been before her near-fatal accident. J'adisa came immediately and helped Vilsewaen tend to J'adaeza. He spoke strangely, but treated them kindly, and offered more than enough hospitality that they felt comfortable staying at his side.<br />
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====<div style="padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Rebirth</div>====<br />
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:: Though the two half-sisters did not intend to stay with Vilsewaen long, his proficiency of living alone was more than they had. When he offered to teach them, they ended up agreeing. Thus it was that the two came under his tutelage, and the tutelage became something more. His patience and lack of social skills were precisely the right combination of dry and kind that the two bonded with. So when Vilsewaen, the wandering hermit that he is, said he was climbing higher to the La Noscean mountains he took J'adaeza and J'adisa with him.<br />
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:: There is where J'adaeza's birth into Staelufre became apparent. Though she may had been on the physical brink of death before, with Vilsewaen's help she finally accepted that she will never again be part of a tribe. And as the hermit accepted these two lost girls into his care, he gave to them his traditions and philosophies as well. So J'adaeza and J'adisa came to be known, respectively, as Staelufre Lysmerl and Siehrova Brynstymm. The women were encouraged to be free and study whatever pursuit came to their heart, while their new father ensured their welfare and ability to look after themselves. So they developed into two opposites. Where Staelufre was wild, Siehrova was patient: Where Staelufre learned and strengthened her body, Siehrova was curious and expanded her mind. The two were dawn and dusk, and they both loved Vilsewaen as if he were the sky itself.<br />
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:: The three were very happy for a long time. As was his nature, Vilsewaen would often leave the two to wander. Even attached to others, he was still a hermit at heart. But Staelufre and Siehrova did not seem to mind. Their growth became exponential as they explored the mountains of La Noscea, alone and away from any civilization. The two bonded until their differences expanded and then compounded, both taking pieces of each other until neither were sure which one began and the other ended. These are the happiest memories to Staelufre, with her ever-present sister and her wayward father. Each so dear to her that she would have rather died than be left without them in the world.<br />
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:: Eventually Staelufre and Siehrova left La Noscea. Vilsewaen went with them as far as the Shroud, and from there they wandered to Coerthas. The cold weather did not suit Siehrova, but the stars fascinated her sister. Staelufre had always been fascinated by stars and their clarity in these northern grounds stole her heart away. They wandered wherever they wished, though often returned to their "home" in the mountains.<br />
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====<div style="padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">The Calamity</div>====<br />
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:: About four years before the Calamity fell, Vilsewaen took in another rogue soul. While Staelufre isn't sure where the old man found [[Renee Becquerel]] - who was then Renaud - he certainly came to become a large figurehead for the elezen. The then-named Wakkeyha Syngronn became Vilsewaen's apprentice. This excited the first time Staelufre ever felt jealousy in another person. She had always thought of her father as belonging to their family, and here was an interloper to steal Vilsewaen's time and ideals away from their already precious moments. It frustrated her, and she harbored equal envy that Renee had the Echo while she did not. So when the Garlean forces threatened their doorstep and Renee announced her leave, Staelufre was overjoyed... until Vilsewaen announced he was leaving as well.<br />
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:: She remained in the mountains of La Noscea until after Dalamud hit. Then she waited longer for Vilsewaen to return. Eventually, she became too anxious and left - parting with Siehrova for the first time in years. She traveled, seeing the cruelty and savagery that was brought on with total desolation. While uninterested in helping cities to rebuild and regrow, she did know that her skills as a hunter would do many well. So Staelufre took up many odd jobs, expanding her skills and honing her ability as a hunter to be met by the need and demand of others.<br />
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:: This continued until the ships were rebuilt and the island reconnected to the rest of Eorzea. Then Staelufre left, wanderlust unable to be sated. She continued to work as a hunter for hire for a small time, building a thin and unimportant network of people who knew her by face if not by name. She abandoned it, however, when Revenant's Toll was being formed. Instead she returned to Siehrova and two journeyed there, to a place where Siehrova's genius and thirsty for knowledge could be met on a frontier that would also excite her more than any dusty library. For a time, Staelufre remained in Mor Dhona withe her sister. She did little other than wander and explore, doting upon her other half until such time that she became too thirsty for the hunt again.<br />
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====<div style="padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Present</div>====<br />
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:: So she left. She regathered her structure of hunting for meager favors or bits of gil, for things that she could not make or find herself in the wild. This was when she came to find, from Vilsewaen, that the long-left apprentice Renee Becquerel had started a Free Company. While the name the Coral Sea was appeasing to her, what truly interested her was the name of their home. It was named in her honor, supposedly, and while her desire to be free and away from any form of civilization was strong... the compulsion to see such a strange thing was stronger. So Staelufre wandered for her first time into the Mist, and quickly became lost.<br />
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:: This was where she met [[L'aenoh Tia]]. Through a quick spiral of events, he introduced her to many others of the Coral Sea. Their relationship becoming something strong, she remained near to the Mist - begrudgingly - to also remain near him. Her first impression of the people was unpleasant. They commonly referred to her as "Zhen's replacement" or "stray", and it happened so often and with so much repetition she accepted it as the views of all those who lived within walls. Dejected and hurt by their actions and calloused attitudes, Staelufre withdrew even further from any want to be apart of the Coral Sea or its people.<br />
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:: It took much convincing and debate before L'aenoh was able to get Staelufre to join the Coral Sea's roster. She still argues that she's not properly a member. In her eyes, she has never been fully socially accepted. Yet she is officially documented in their applications, so is technically a member. Being with the Coral Sea has expanded those she met, as well, to most everyone that she currently knows. While she disappears for long times to hunt or do whatever else she wishes, she does commonly return to the Free Company house either for its luxuries or its company.<br />
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:: Even more recent, she's been traveling to the Goblet on a frequenct basis. There is a select few of people who have caught her interest, and that she's certain hold answers they may not be sure that they have. As ever, she has a habit of finding ill fortune and then diving into it even deeper.<br />
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* She has a habit of naming people, and will eagerly explain the names she's given and their meaning to great detail.<br />
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* Her favorite food is cake. Specifically rolanberry and chocolate flavored.<br />
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* Odds are, if someone's in good standing with her, she will do almost anything that they request of her.<br />
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* If you give her sweets, expect her to always look to you for more. (Don't feed stray cats, kids!)<br />
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''Some of these rumors are untrue or are greatly exaggerated. Please feel free to add your own rumors under PC!''<br />
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<div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #90AB76;">◢ Common and easily overheard, use freely</div></b><br />
: <font style="color:#90AB76;" size="3">■</font> "She's odd. Doesn't speak well, and ran off soon as she got her booze. At least she paid," <i>Merchant at Aleport</i><br />
: <font style="color:#90AB76;" size="3">■</font> "Ah, aye, I know 'er. Got charged with poaching once. I remember, 'cause next day we found a couple of Redbellies hangin' from the trees not far off the road. Took forever to get 'em down," <i>Woodwailer in Central Shroud</i><br />
: <font style="color:#90AB76;" size="3">■</font> "Yeah, she comes through here often. Sometimes she doesn't have gil and ends up having to barter pieces of jewelry. Her boyfriend or husband or someone always comes around a day or two later to buy the jewelry back," <i>Ferryman at Vesper Bay</i><br />
: <font style="color:#90AB76;" size="3">■</font> "Sometimes she stops here, but never to take a chocobo. Avoids the damn things like the plague," <i>Any Choco-keep in the Sanctuaries</i><br />
: <font style="color:#90AB76;" size="3">■</font> "I keep telling her: No fishing in the ponds! You know what, when you find her, tell her that for me!" <i>Frustrated Adder in Lavender Beds</i><br />
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<b><div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #F37E1D;">◢ Moderately difficult to overhear, use sparingly or ask first</div></b><br />
: <font style="color:#F37E1D;" size="3">■</font> "She's a poor thing. Sometimes she likes to soak in the waters here before she goes to trade over by the Wanderer's Palace. Her back is just a travesty for something so cute," <i>Worker at Camp Bronze Lake</i><br />
: <font style="color:#F37E1D;" size="3">■</font> "You know, it's funny, I saw 'er 'round 'ere a lot. Just hangin' out, talkin' to th' farmers. Then up an' disappears. Ain't seen 'er since," <i>Farmer at Summerford Farms</i><br />
: <font style="color:#F37E1D;" size="3">■</font> "Ah, yeah, I've seen her. Well, heard is more like... Those two cats are damned loud..." <i>Grimacing Yellowjacket Who Works Near the Eyes</i><br />
: <font style="color:#F37E1D;" size="3">■</font> "That pink one? She comes in about once a moon to buy some cake. Real skittish, but always tips well!" <i>Chef in the Bismark</i><br />
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<b><div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #D83018;">◢ Very difficult or rarely overheard, ask before using</div></b><br />
: <font style="color:#D83018;" size="3">■</font> "I don't know why, but sometimes she leaves offerings at Thal's Shrine. Won't speak to anyone, either. Just walks in and spends a few bells in silence only to leave," <i>Brass Blade on Highbridge</i><br />
: <font style="color:#D83018;" size="3">■</font> "Is the damnest thing. She looks just like one of my tribe sisters... But I could have sworn her dead," <i>Hard-working Tia in Wineport</i><br />
: <font style="color:#D83018;" size="3">■</font> "I know the name. Commissioned some unique weapons. All pretty confidential, I'm afraid," <i>Blacksmith in Limsa Lominsa</i><br />
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<b><div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #aac5b4;">◢ Rumors from the character's of other players</div></b><br />
: <font style="color:#aac5b4;" size="3">■</font> "Arcane magic around her? Forget about it. She's like... Way too angry about something involving it," <i>[[Harper Brightwind]]</i><br />
: <font style="color:#aac5b4;" size="3">■</font> "I'm fairly certain she has little to no respect for the dead. Or for the living. Or any value for life itself given how quick she treats folk. And I'm pretty sure she doesn't know anything about privacy or secrets. Ever. Journals included," <i>[[Chaska Dakwhil]]</i><br />
: <font style="color:#aac5b4;" size="3">■</font> "The pink one? She's absolutely terrified of me for some reason or another. Poor dear. I believe someone asked me if I might be there to take her away or something of the like. I am not quite sure why since we have never really met," <i>[[J'nangho Jhimei]]</i><br />
: <font style="color:#aac5b4;" size="3">■</font>"She is blessed with a lot of drive and ambition, all fueled with good cause. Lady Staelufre will take in everything around her, dare say some knowledge without reflecting on it becomes only chaos, though. Shall always try to be there and bring clarity to all her goals; may I never fail to protect her from the poisons." <i>[[Jancis Milburga]]</i><br />
: <font style="color:#aac5b4;" size="3">■</font>"Oh! Stae! They call her 'the Huntress'. Well, at least I call her that. Anyroads, she knows things. Things about predators and prey that I've only... felt but couldn't put to words. To say she's like magic on the hunt is doing a disservice to her instinctual talent. She's more miqo'te than my Matron." <i>[[R'sass Thras]]</i><br />
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: <center><font style="color:#000000;" size="3">♥</font> Physical Attraction <font style="color:#F02311;" size="3">♥</font> Romantic Desire <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font> Platonic Love</center> <br />
: <center><font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> Good Standing <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> Neutral <font style="color:#C24640;" size="3">●</font> Poor Standing</center><br />
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: <font style="color:#F02311;" size="3">♥</font> <font style="color:#000000;" size="3">♥</font> [[L'aenoh Tia]]: "Ganzjaega Riklifaeld" : A man she met in the Mist. Their beginnings were rather rough, though both held an attraction for the other since the moment they met. After some struggle with a rather cruel Keeper named Hnaba, they came together and bonded in a way neither expected. Ever since, the two have been inseparable. Staelufre has come to love him in true. She has no plans to deviate from his side, and goes to great lengths to ensure his safety. They were married on Feburary 28th.<br />
: <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font> [[Vilsewaen Steinhoh]]: Her father, her mentor, her brother. He is the person Staelufre respects the most in her life, and strives to be like. It is a constant disappointment to her that she cannot follow in his footsteps, or become precisely alike him. Almost everything she does is to give him pride and prove herself worthy in his eyes.<br />
: <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font> [[Siehrova Brynstymm]]: Her sister. Staelufre is wildly protective of her intelligent and kind kin. Their shared history has forged their bond into something that is unbreakable. She values Siehrova for her intelligence and quick wit, and admires her for being able to do so many things that she cannot even conceive possible. While her sister works on various projects in Mor Dhona, almost always consisting of magitek, Staelufre makes sure to provide her sister with every comfort and need she could ask for.<br />
: <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font> [[Renaud Becquerel]]: "Wakkeyha Syngronn" : Her brother, her rival. He is the apprentice of her father and his natural affinity to truth and ownership of the Echo has made Wakkeyha the favorite of Vilsewaen. In this, Staelufre is constantly jealous of him and irritated of his natural prowess with mysticism. She sees in him all the things she wishes she can be, and he is blissfully ignorant of such facts. His fawning and doting over Staelufre as his own sister only makes her feel guilty of this, and oddly endeared to the man she names brother.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Jancis Milburga]]: "Solkeim Brynroega" : Her friend. Jancis and she first met through L'aenoh, and the healer has proved nothing but kind and stalwart. Even in the heat of battle or its gross after-effects, the woman never seems to waver. Even in the grossest of situations, Jancis is a shining beacon for her to orient herself. Staelufre remains loyal to her, and has never had cause to question this. She plans to ever be.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Ja'ren A'lenthin]]: "Arengybet Haerzhylt" : Their relationship begun on a rocky note. Miscommunication and estranged feelings made the two incapable of seeing eye-to-eye at first. Yet, when entrusting Ja'ren with a mysterious Void artefact, the two began a strange journey that solidified their friendship. Unexpected circumstances brought them even closer, and Ja'ren teaches her much of her magick and control over it. She ever admired Ja'ren, though also finds him foolish at times.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Tiergan Vashir]]: "Wynztier Eifaufre" : A recent friend to Staelufre, but a strong one. Originally a strange man, she became endeared to him after a long talk about the Lotus. Some of his earnest personality began to shine, and with it Staelufre saw someone of noble heart. She has since followed him throughout much of Eorzea on bizarre adventures to save friends or return them home. Every time they speak, she finds her respect for him growing. And also a sister-like desire to scold him for so often succumbing to his emotions.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Zaius Rhal'seer]]: "Doenruht Formnwust" : Staelufre's teacher. After Zaius insulted her mate by beating him in battle and tying him to a bed, she sought Zaius out to seek revenge. With original intentions of killing him, she was instead impressed by his technique and strength. After agreeing to teach her, and a couple lessons, she's come to trust the Keeper entirely. He shows to her an amount of care and yet willingness to let her learn. Because of that, she gives him an amount of blind faith many would advise against.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Teld're Eska'aldren]]: "Myrganais Gesprheti" : The seer, as she called him, is a strange and recent friend. He is mercurial and ever-shifting. In just one sun, she saw many sides to the man and is fascinated by each of them. She doesn't quite understand why, but some how Teld're has already earned her trust. Not only this, but she's begun to learn of a mystery that invokes her unyielding curiosity.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font><font style="color:#000000;" size="3">♥</font> [[Telos]]: "Guolstyrm Grymhoh" : Someone who holds the answers to many of her questions. He's treated her fairly, and kindly, and for this she holds to him a sense of loyalty. There's something that makes others frightened of him, however, so she is subtly wary of what his presence can bring. She also has an irrational and utterly dorky schoolgirl crush on him.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[J'azhar Tia]]: "Blynulm" : Introduced to her through Sylas, the young member of Jackal tribe was originally supposed to be a source of information. He quickly charmed her not only with a sense of his kindness for their mutual friends, but also his innocent manner of speech. They spoke of not only the more grim things, but also of lighter topics that soon left her laughing and delighted. It seems their friend circles have merged, for which Staelufre is only thankful, as she's ultimately fond of J'azhar's fretting and warm personality.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Aiouxdaux Beaumont]]: The dervish doctore was someone she first bonded with after a sparring bout that had left both of them nearly dead. She understands him rather well, despite knowing so little of him. She thinks him someone of great amusement and deadly skill, and so looks up to him quite a bit. He seems to have many heartaches, though they are not yet close enough for her to offer to help with them as much as she would wish.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Leanne Delphium]]: "Weinspaer" : The appointed "best friend". After having scolded Staelufre on ill social behavior, L'aenoh assigned the two of them to be friends from then on out. It's been somewhat uncertain ground, but the hat-clad woman is such a different presence that Staelufre help but agree she's fine friend material. Much is unknown about Leanne, though she manages to keep amusing Staelufre.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Faolan Woodlock]]: "Nezelcwin" : A man she hardly knows. He smells of campfire smoke and forests. This initial impression leads Staelufre to wanting to know more. After recent events that led her to witness Faolan's way of healing, and the knowledge he witnessed Dhemgeim's death, she's only more intent on prying beneath that mask of his.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Mikh'a Elakha]]: The gentle shadow was someone who first left his mark after healing her during her original spar with Aiouxdaux. The experience was a painful one, but after meeting a second and third time, he won her over with his quiet presence and gentle gestures. She is desperate to learn more of him, and to spend more time with someone she feels could earn her trust.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[R'sass Thras]]: Her student. A young miqo'te whose tribe has disbanded, she was intent on learning to hunt. The reverence Sass has for her is baffling and, as she believes it, misguided. But it is still a pleasant and entertaining thing to teach another her methods of hunting.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[R'ostam Tia]]: Relative to R'sass, Staelufre finds him hot-headed and brash. His silent behavior, she knows, is entirely a front for a confused and conflicted young man. She hopes to teach him a little of fighting, though also knows that she is by far the least capable of giving him what he needs to know to make a better life outside the tribe.<br />
: <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> [[Memeli Meli]]: "Toffvann" : A powerful lalafell and magnificent braggart. She holds little respect for this person, but does recognize in her the potential to do much. They haven't shared much but in passing, though Memeli's ability to find trouble and also find her way out is always worthy of admiration.<br />
: <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> [[Finecia Hawke]]: "Blahntrachyn" : A peculiar hyur. Staelufre does not trust Finecia in the way she would never fully trust a dragon. Though she wears her past plainly, there is always an uncertainty to what happening in Finecia's mind. She is, at least, a reliable healer.<br />
: <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> [[R'lexia Thras]]: "Lihtleita" : A quiet miqo'te who has not revealed much about herself. While she is Finecia's mate, Staelufre is not yet sure of Lexia's mettle. She seems determined, but there is a weakness and hesitance in her actions that makes Staelufre wonder.<br />
: <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> [[Chaska Dakwhil]]: "Tenkoeya" : Ja'ren's mate and a person Staelufre always wonders about. While mute, her wisdom and cunning is unprecedented. Or because it is because of her inability to talk that Chaska has a way of thinking unparalleled. Either way, Staelufre owes deep respect to Chaska, though knows the two of them are unlikely to ever become friends.<br />
: <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> [[Franz Renatus]]: "Iyrnfystsyn" : After having dealt with an unpleasant elezen, the two came to a mutual understanding. She does not truly wonder after the man, but does at times wonder at his strength. He has, at the very least, the presence enough for her to take his word as truth.<br />
: <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> [[Oscare Iono]]: "Blanabrenn" : Another she knows to be a Garlean. She does not particularly care for this dark-skinned hyur, but he has never done anything to upset her either. At best, she knows him as Jancis' friend.<br />
: <font style="color:#C24640;" size="3">●</font> [[Tausenadel Geispyrsyn]]: "Wybhaerz" : An officer of the Coral Sea. Upon their first meeting, he seemed kind enough, though at their second and every meeting after, he insists on calling her "Stray". Staelufre has expressed her displeasure with this sentiment, and refuses to forgive him for being unable to listen to her or respect her.<br />
: <font style="color:#C24640;" size="3">●</font> [[Sigurd Rainecourt]]: "Bremlohr" : A pitiful little hyur. His weakness makes her dislike and distaste for him very obvious. She thinks that it is a shame, for he has many strong allies, but will never reach to such heights himself.<br />
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===<div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #EB9F9F;font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Footnotes</div>===<br />
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: Tumblr: http://stillshore.tumblr.com<br />
: Voiceclaim: [http://youtu.be/TpUP0jjicqY You Are the Moon - The Hush Sound]<br />
: Theme Music: [http://youtu.be/VKrYOUhOeaI Hope in the Air - Laura Marling]<br />
: Theme Music: [http://youtu.be/6k8es2BNloE Little Black Submarines - The Black Keys]<br />
: Theme Music: [http://youtu.be/TybeFBV7awc Upside Down - Paloma Faith]<br />
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: Template by [[Bancroft Gairn]]</div>Dhemgeimhttps://wiki.ffxiv-roleplayers.com/index.php?title=Staelufre_Lysmerl&diff=78235Staelufre Lysmerl2015-03-03T07:04:30Z<p>Dhemgeim: /* Miscellaneous */</p>
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| name = Staelufre Lysmerl<br />
| image = Staewikiprofile.png<br />
| imagewidth = 250<br />
| caption = "May prey find your path."<br />
| gender = Female<br />
| citizenship = N/A<br />
| race = Miqo'te<br />
| clan = Seeker of the Sun<br />
| stat_1 = Age<br />
| stat_1_value = Mid-twenties<br />
| stat_2 = Sexuality<br />
| stat_2_value = Heterosexual<br />
| stat_3 = Occupation<br />
| stat_3_value = Hunter<br />
| stat_4 = Height/Weight<br />
| stat_4_value = 5 fulms, 0 ilms / 110 ponze<br />
| stat_5 = Diety <br />
| stat_5_value = Halone, the Fury<br />
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'''Staelufre Lysmerl''' (pronounced /stail-OU-frey LEES-mar-ill/) was born on 10th Sun of the 5th Umbral Era (October 10th). Her name means "Still Shore of the Bright Sea". She is a miqo'te who was born to one of the vagrant Jackal tribes in La Noscea, wandering through much of Eorzea with them during her childhood. She has kept the affinity to remaining in the wilderness over any form of civilization to this day, and has a very odd way of speaking.<br />
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===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #EB9F9F;font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Basic Info</div>===<br />
Not everyone can understand or relate to Staelufre. This is, at times, exceedingly frustrating to her. She speaks with a parlance that was invented and perfected by a hermit, and thus the mannerisms she uses are very foreign and often leading to misunderstanding. She has, however, been getting lessons on how to speak easier and has begun to become acquainted with a more common cant. Only adding to her oddities, she will avoid cities at a very unreasonable rate. At times, she also forgoes the comfort of houses and chooses to disappear into the wilderness for suns at a time. She prefers alcohol and fighting to any sort of minimal comfort, and excels in agility over brute strength or magick. Because Staelufre is terrible at remembering names, she often gives people her own "nicknames" derived from the roegadyn language.<br />
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:<small>''"He is prey; weak, frightened and unable to fight his way free. He becomes terrified and runs into the briars, then complains when they get caught in his fur. Such rabbits do not deserve pity, or mercy."''<br />
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:''"Oft, you are taken by the deep and churning tides. As they pull you below, to tumble you about, you must not fight. The sea is as nourishing as she is treacherous."''<br />
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:''"I find no small comfort in the shores of my kin. The apprentice and his bannermen honor me with mine namesake, but it is ever the freedom of the sea that I give myself to."''</small><br />
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<div style="padding:10px 35px;background: #F7A29E;font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;"><center>''Likes''</center></div></h3><br />
: <font style="color:#F7A29E;" size="3">■</font> Outdoors<br />
: <font style="color:#F7A29E;" size="3">■</font> Sweets<br />
: <font style="color:#F7A29E;" size="3">■</font> Knives<br />
: <font style="color:#F7A29E;" size="3">■</font> Pink<br />
: <font style="color:#F7A29E;" size="3">■</font> Fighting<br />
: <font style="color:#F7A29E;" size="3">■</font> Dresses<br />
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<div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #F3C6B9;font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;"><center>''Dislikes''</center></div></span></h3><br />
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: <font style="color:#F3C6B9;" size="3">■</font> Crowds (and similarly loud noises)<br />
: <font style="color:#F3C6B9;" size="3">■</font> Cowardice<br />
: <font style="color:#F3C6B9;" size="3">■</font> Cities / tribes<br />
: <font style="color:#F3C6B9;" size="3">■</font> Authority<br />
: <font style="color:#F3C6B9;" size="3">■</font> Extravagance<br />
: <font style="color:#F3C6B9;" size="3">■</font> Loneliness<br />
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<div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #FAEDDF;font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;"><center>''Skills''</center></div></span></h3><br />
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: <font style="color:#FAEDDF;" size="3">■</font> Perceptive to truer intentions<br />
: <font style="color:#FAEDDF;" size="3">■</font> Hunting<br />
: <font style="color:#FAEDDF;" size="3">■</font> Endurance or agility exercises<br />
: <font style="color:#FAEDDF;" size="3">■</font> Whittling<br />
: <font style="color:#FAEDDF;" size="3">■</font> Going, or remaining, largely unseen<br />
: <font style="color:#FAEDDF;" size="3">■</font> Singing<br />
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===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #EB9F9F;font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Appearance & Personality</div>===<br />
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: Staelufre cuts a slight figure, but nothing about her short stature is wasted. She is muscled and athletic in build, though short. Her skin is tanned and golden in complexion from both heritage and a great many days in the sun. With naturally pink hair and tail, though neither accept to being tried to tame. Her hair is fluffy and wild, and so often cut short or bound down by clips. Usually, after hunting, it's also caked in mud. Even more stunning than a girl with pink hair are her gold eyes. They glare at most of the world from behind long lashes, sharp and stripping. Even with the round face and fat, up-turned nose, the gentleness of her face is ruined by such intruding eyes.<br />
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: In almost all situations Staelufre's garbed lightly, wearing little more armor than leather. If there's any metal to her outfit, it is to reinforce weak points such as her shins or forearms. Never does Staelufre show her back, as across it is an uneven and encompassing scar that stretches from shoulders to lower back. More scars mar her arms and hands, though she also commonly wears gloves. Staelufre never goes anywhere without at least a knife, either hidden or plain, and cannot stand to equally part comfortable realms without her most precious ring.<br />
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: Staelufre most often stands slouched or with arms crossed, especially when in the presence of others. In crowds she is withdrawn, quiet and in corners. Anything more than five or six others and Staelufre simply tends to leave. She does not, under many circumstances, go into cities or crowded areas. She fears large numbers of people after being so withdrawn from civilization. It is to a point where she resents and hates any form of building or city, even at times preaching against the luxury of society. While she believes her words, she does also enjoy the luxuries that homes can provide. Beds and showers are much better than roots and cold lakes.<br />
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: In one word, a sum of her personality would be paradox. She is innocent and violent, both a hunter and likewise utterly feminine. She is harsh in her truths, and warm in her lies. Staelufre is both wise when it comes to others, and utterly ignorant in how to interact with them. Introspective, yet starved for friendship. Should anyone offer her kindness, she will eagerly drink it up and follow at their heels thereafter. Being alone for so long has both driven her to want freedom and to equally want camaraderie. <br />
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: One thing that is less fluid and contrary is her perspective on other people. People are either weak or strong, prey or hunters. Those who are prey she pities and sees no value in. Those who are hunters, she respects. Respect does not always mean Staelufre likes or trust them, however. After spending so long in the wild, she knows very well how to discern who is stronger and how to avoid confrontation. Unfortunately, she also strives to better herself at nearly every turn, so often has a deliberate cause and wish to throw herself into unfair situations just to come out stronger. This often makes her come across as rash, when the acts are in fact deliberate and she's always keenly aware of the very real danger of dying.<br />
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: If in situations when speaking to an individual person she trusts, Staelufre's personality truly shines through. Her words are eloquent and well-chosen, her loyalty is unbearably strong, and her optimism unyielding. She gives advice as best she can and admits ignorance when she cannot. Pride does, at times, keep her from asking for help when she needs it. When speaking to an individual that Staelufre dislikes, she becomes guarded and calloused. Her words are gated, capable of meaning anything, and her lies are so smooth it's impossible to tell them from the half-true metaphors. Her ability to command her emotions in front of those who she deems weaker is impressive, as is her capability of detaching value to their life. Those who are weak, in her opinion, are better off dead. Should Staelufre be speaking, however, individually with a person she doesn't yet know well, she'll always regard them in the way she would regard a new hunting territory. Assessing their weaknesses and prying for strengths, seeking the balance of their personality to determine whether or not they are worth her time.<br />
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===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #EB9F9F;font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Combat</div>===<br />
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: Staelufre does not fight other people very well. She is more akin to the hunt, to employing stealth and surprise, than to fighting others one-on-one. The thrill of battle still runs hot through her, however, and she always enjoys a good fight. Even if it means getting beaten black and blue, she'll take on an opponent if nothing more than for the experience of it. Because of her inexperience in direct combat, she relies mostly on her larger skills. This would be agility and speed. Not getting hit is the biggest name of her game, and while she can take a couple blows they wear her down quickly. Training for combat is not much in hefting weapons and striking dummies. She trains for flexibility and endurance. Running, stretching, climbing; unorthodox things that keep her body in shape but often don't translate into direct physical combat.<br />
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: Primarily, to defeat an opponent, Staelufre uses daggers. She looks for openings in armor first, and exploits any vulnerable spots. Due to being spry and nimble, reaching odd places isn't very difficult. What is difficult is getting close enough to cut without getting hit. So after a few slashes, Staelufre tends to back off and exhaust her opponent by letting them bleed out. To opponents she aims to kill rather than simply defeat, she usually aims for the neck or their gut. Blood is not something the miqo'te is shy of. If she aims to kill as well, it is even less likely that Staelufre will approach an opponent directly.<br />
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===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #EB9F9F;font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Biography</div>===<br />
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=====<div style="padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Tribal Years</div>=====<br />
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:: Born daughter of J'tyraka Nuhn in the jungles of La Noscea as J'adaeza, she had a relatively blissful childhood. Their tribe was exceedingly small, no more than forty people at once, and strictly nomadic. Primarily they traveled through La Noscea, but in her lifetime did build small crafts to carry them across the waters to find new hunting grounds in the Black Shroud. Because of the fact they were so small, it was required for every member of the tribe to be trained and responsible for many aspects of the community. From small things such as building fires, or to larger things such as teaching the children. It was expected, in her tribe, for men and women to both be able to hunt as well as mend wounds.<br />
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:: As with all the other children, being trained to be a productive member of the tribe begun as soon as infancy ended. Her life was relatively easy, for all that a nomadic tribal life could be. She did not excel very well when it came to cooking or skinning creatures. She did not have much patience to learn to stitch clothes back together, and was often scolded for playing too roughly with the other children. Yet one day, she was brought to her mother's tent and given a choice of weaponry. This would be the weapon she would wield for the rest of her life in the tribe, trained in it until it became as much part of her as a limb. Only then would she be allowed to hunt. J'adaeza chose a spear, which was too large for her scrawny form, but stubbornly kept to it.<br />
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:: To those of younger ages, one of the more experienced Tias became their teacher. He taught them how to use the weapons they chose, in a strict yet not unkind manner. J'adaeza at this time was awful with the spear. She commonly dropped it, or was much too loud when carrying it around. She was scolded almost constantly, given extra exercises to learn her weapon better, and not allowed to return to the fires until she finished them. It was punishing, but also rewarding. So early in age, she didn't become bitter by the experience, but instead elevated to enjoy the push of her body. To wield the spear was not a natural thing to the tiny pink-haired girl, but she progressed and became decent at it. Once proficient enough, the Tia then began to train her in hunting tactics and strategies. How to step quietly and place traps, the knowledge of sensing danger and so forth.<br />
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:: At ten, as is traditional in her tribe, J'adaeza was taken on her first hunting trip. She was not permitted to strike at any creatures or wander on her own. She stuck closely to the side of one of the mature hunters, and while much of what she learned was applied, she found she had much more to learn. The thrill of the hunt sunk quickly and deeply in her heart, however, and it soon took her over. She became obsessed with hunting, and decided after but a few meager years of training to dedicate her life to it.<br />
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:: This went against her tribe's custom, however. When J'adaeza's more relaxed chores and duties began to wane in favor to her hunting, she was taken aside and spoken to. At first, they only expressed concerned. Then, when she ignored their words and abandoned her other disciplines in arrogant need for the sport, they began to punish her in true. As an adolescent who, as pre-teens tend to be, was absolutely certain she knew what was best for her, J'azaeda rebelled against the obedience they demanded from her. This was not an uncommon thing at her age, even in the tribe, but it was still disruptive to a community so small. She was frustratingly single-minded and stuck to it. So one evening, after a particularly bad spat with her aunt, she decided to leave the tribe.<br />
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:: Leaving itself wasn't terribly traumatic to J'adaeza. The tribe, at the time, was on a particularly wealthy streak in the Shroud. She took a sufficient amount of foodstuffs and her spear, and set off at the opposite direction. It was liberating, for a while, until she found that one of her half-sisters trailing slowly after her. Having heard of J'adaeza's leaving, J'adisa had soon departed for her own reasoning. Guilt and familial obligation forced her to look over this other girl, who had no skill in hunting or fighting.<br />
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=====<div style="padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Death</div>=====<br />
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:: While J'adaeza and J'adisa traveled back to La Noscea, they found that life without a tribe was more difficult than previously imagined. While J'adaeza was a fair enough hunter, she was poor at every other practical application. Her rebellion became her own punishment, as her sister and her struggled to feed themselves or find proper campsites. There were many close calls to unsavory sorts and rabid beastmen, and J'adaeza gathered many colorful stories about swiping equipment from unsuspecting travelers.<br />
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:: During such a colorful tale, she managed to cross paths with the wrong sort of folk. The story involved behind to why, and how the events unfolded, tends to change with each evolution of the story in present day; suggesting a reluctance to admit why or perhaps even a true confusion as to its truth. But what she does always tell, and seem to recall accurately, is the mutilation of her back. Tossed into the sea of Vylbrand, she nearly drowned. Miracle of miracles, she survived. Washed upon the beach with her back quickly growing an infection. Time for her at this point grew wildly inconsistent. A fever over-took her and she wandered in search of shelter or help. Her body was dying, already weak from her time in the water and what she was certain had been her death. Now, she was experiencing the agony of dying all over again.<br />
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:: Here is where [[Vilsewaen Steinhoh]] rescued the dying miqo'te. She had no idea, for a long time, that she was even in the care of anyone. He tended to her in one of his camps in the lowlands of Vylbrand until she recovered enough to become lucid and aware of her situation. They spoke, and while she was still too weak to move did tell him of her sister and where their campsite had been before her near-fatal accident. J'adisa came immediately and helped Vilsewaen tend to J'adaeza. He spoke strangely, but treated them kindly, and offered more than enough hospitality that they felt comfortable staying at his side.<br />
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====<div style="padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Rebirth</div>====<br />
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:: Though the two half-sisters did not intend to stay with Vilsewaen long, his proficiency of living alone was more than they had. When he offered to teach them, they ended up agreeing. Thus it was that the two came under his tutelage, and the tutelage became something more. His patience and lack of social skills were precisely the right combination of dry and kind that the two bonded with. So when Vilsewaen, the wandering hermit that he is, said he was climbing higher to the La Noscean mountains he took J'adaeza and J'adisa with him.<br />
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:: There is where J'adaeza's birth into Staelufre became apparent. Though she may had been on the physical brink of death before, with Vilsewaen's help she finally accepted that she will never again be part of a tribe. And as the hermit accepted these two lost girls into his care, he gave to them his traditions and philosophies as well. So J'adaeza and J'adisa came to be known, respectively, as Staelufre Lysmerl and Siehrova Brynstymm. The women were encouraged to be free and study whatever pursuit came to their heart, while their new father ensured their welfare and ability to look after themselves. So they developed into two opposites. Where Staelufre was wild, Siehrova was patient: Where Staelufre learned and strengthened her body, Siehrova was curious and expanded her mind. The two were dawn and dusk, and they both loved Vilsewaen as if he were the sky itself.<br />
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:: The three were very happy for a long time. As was his nature, Vilsewaen would often leave the two to wander. Even attached to others, he was still a hermit at heart. But Staelufre and Siehrova did not seem to mind. Their growth became exponential as they explored the mountains of La Noscea, alone and away from any civilization. The two bonded until their differences expanded and then compounded, both taking pieces of each other until neither were sure which one began and the other ended. These are the happiest memories to Staelufre, with her ever-present sister and her wayward father. Each so dear to her that she would have rather died than be left without them in the world.<br />
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:: Eventually Staelufre and Siehrova left La Noscea. Vilsewaen went with them as far as the Shroud, and from there they wandered to Coerthas. The cold weather did not suit Siehrova, but the stars fascinated her sister. Staelufre had always been fascinated by stars and their clarity in these northern grounds stole her heart away. They wandered wherever they wished, though often returned to their "home" in the mountains.<br />
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====<div style="padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">The Calamity</div>====<br />
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:: About four years before the Calamity fell, Vilsewaen took in another rogue soul. While Staelufre isn't sure where the old man found [[Renee Becquerel]] - who was then Renaud - he certainly came to become a large figurehead for the elezen. The then-named Wakkeyha Syngronn became Vilsewaen's apprentice. This excited the first time Staelufre ever felt jealousy in another person. She had always thought of her father as belonging to their family, and here was an interloper to steal Vilsewaen's time and ideals away from their already precious moments. It frustrated her, and she harbored equal envy that Renee had the Echo while she did not. So when the Garlean forces threatened their doorstep and Renee announced her leave, Staelufre was overjoyed... until Vilsewaen announced he was leaving as well.<br />
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:: She remained in the mountains of La Noscea until after Dalamud hit. Then she waited longer for Vilsewaen to return. Eventually, she became too anxious and left - parting with Siehrova for the first time in years. She traveled, seeing the cruelty and savagery that was brought on with total desolation. While uninterested in helping cities to rebuild and regrow, she did know that her skills as a hunter would do many well. So Staelufre took up many odd jobs, expanding her skills and honing her ability as a hunter to be met by the need and demand of others.<br />
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:: This continued until the ships were rebuilt and the island reconnected to the rest of Eorzea. Then Staelufre left, wanderlust unable to be sated. She continued to work as a hunter for hire for a small time, building a thin and unimportant network of people who knew her by face if not by name. She abandoned it, however, when Revenant's Toll was being formed. Instead she returned to Siehrova and two journeyed there, to a place where Siehrova's genius and thirsty for knowledge could be met on a frontier that would also excite her more than any dusty library. For a time, Staelufre remained in Mor Dhona withe her sister. She did little other than wander and explore, doting upon her other half until such time that she became too thirsty for the hunt again.<br />
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:: So she left. She regathered her structure of hunting for meager favors or bits of gil, for things that she could not make or find herself in the wild. This was when she came to find, from Vilsewaen, that the long-left apprentice Renee Becquerel had started a Free Company. While the name the Coral Sea was appeasing to her, what truly interested her was the name of their home. It was named in her honor, supposedly, and while her desire to be free and away from any form of civilization was strong... the compulsion to see such a strange thing was stronger. So Staelufre wandered for her first time into the Mist, and quickly became lost.<br />
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:: This was where she met [[L'aenoh Tia]]. Through a quick spiral of events, he introduced her to many others of the Coral Sea. Their relationship becoming something strong, she remained near to the Mist - begrudgingly - to also remain near him. Her first impression of the people was unpleasant. They commonly referred to her as "Zhen's replacement" or "stray", and it happened so often and with so much repetition she accepted it as the views of all those who lived within walls. Dejected and hurt by their actions and calloused attitudes, Staelufre withdrew even further from any want to be apart of the Coral Sea or its people.<br />
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:: It took much convincing and debate before L'aenoh was able to get Staelufre to join the Coral Sea's roster. She still argues that she's not properly a member. In her eyes, she has never been fully socially accepted. Yet she is officially documented in their applications, so is technically a member. Being with the Coral Sea has expanded those she met, as well, to most everyone that she currently knows. While she disappears for long times to hunt or do whatever else she wishes, she does commonly return to the Free Company house either for its luxuries or its company.<br />
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:: Even more recent, she's been traveling to the Goblet on a frequenct basis. There is a select few of people who have caught her interest, and that she's certain hold answers they may not be sure that they have. As ever, she has a habit of finding ill fortune and then diving into it even deeper.<br />
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* She has a habit of naming people, and will eagerly explain the names she's given and their meaning to great detail.<br />
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* Her favorite food is cake. Specifically rolanberry and chocolate flavored.<br />
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* Odds are, if someone's in good standing with her, she will do almost anything that they request of her.<br />
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* If you give her sweets, expect her to always look to you for more. (Don't feed stray cats, kids!)<br />
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''Some of these rumors are untrue or are greatly exaggerated. Please feel free to add your own rumors under PC!''<br />
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<div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #90AB76;">◢ Common and easily overheard, use freely</div></b><br />
: <font style="color:#90AB76;" size="3">■</font> "She's odd. Doesn't speak well, and ran off soon as she got her booze. At least she paid," <i>Merchant at Aleport</i><br />
: <font style="color:#90AB76;" size="3">■</font> "Ah, aye, I know 'er. Got charged with poaching once. I remember, 'cause next day we found a couple of Redbellies hangin' from the trees not far off the road. Took forever to get 'em down," <i>Woodwailer in Central Shroud</i><br />
: <font style="color:#90AB76;" size="3">■</font> "Yeah, she comes through here often. Sometimes she doesn't have gil and ends up having to barter pieces of jewelry. Her boyfriend or husband or someone always comes around a day or two later to buy the jewelry back," <i>Ferryman at Vesper Bay</i><br />
: <font style="color:#90AB76;" size="3">■</font> "Sometimes she stops here, but never to take a chocobo. Avoids the damn things like the plague," <i>Any Choco-keep in the Sanctuaries</i><br />
: <font style="color:#90AB76;" size="3">■</font> "I keep telling her: No fishing in the ponds! You know what, when you find her, tell her that for me!" <i>Frustrated Adder in Lavender Beds</i><br />
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<b><div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #F37E1D;">◢ Moderately difficult to overhear, use sparingly or ask first</div></b><br />
: <font style="color:#F37E1D;" size="3">■</font> "She's a poor thing. Sometimes she likes to soak in the waters here before she goes to trade over by the Wanderer's Palace. Her back is just a travesty for something so cute," <i>Worker at Camp Bronze Lake</i><br />
: <font style="color:#F37E1D;" size="3">■</font> "You know, it's funny, I saw 'er 'round 'ere a lot. Just hangin' out, talkin' to th' farmers. Then up an' disappears. Ain't seen 'er since," <i>Farmer at Summerford Farms</i><br />
: <font style="color:#F37E1D;" size="3">■</font> "Ah, yeah, I've seen her. Well, heard is more like... Those two cats are damned loud..." <i>Grimacing Yellowjacket Who Works Near the Eyes</i><br />
: <font style="color:#F37E1D;" size="3">■</font> "That pink one? She comes in about once a moon to buy some cake. Real skittish, but always tips well!" <i>Chef in the Bismark</i><br />
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<b><div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #D83018;">◢ Very difficult or rarely overheard, ask before using</div></b><br />
: <font style="color:#D83018;" size="3">■</font> "I don't know why, but sometimes she leaves offerings at Thal's Shrine. Won't speak to anyone, either. Just walks in and spends a few bells in silence only to leave," <i>Brass Blade on Highbridge</i><br />
: <font style="color:#D83018;" size="3">■</font> "Is the damnest thing. She looks just like one of my tribe sisters... But I could have sworn her dead," <i>Hard-working Tia in Wineport</i><br />
: <font style="color:#D83018;" size="3">■</font> "I know the name. Commissioned some unique weapons. All pretty confidential, I'm afraid," <i>Blacksmith in Limsa Lominsa</i><br />
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<b><div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #aac5b4;">◢ Rumors from the character's of other players</div></b><br />
: <font style="color:#aac5b4;" size="3">■</font> "Arcane magic around her? Forget about it. She's like... Way too angry about something involving it," <i>[[Harper Brightwind]]</i><br />
: <font style="color:#aac5b4;" size="3">■</font> "I'm fairly certain she has little to no respect for the dead. Or for the living. Or any value for life itself given how quick she treats folk. And I'm pretty sure she doesn't know anything about privacy or secrets. Ever. Journals included," <i>[[Chaska Dakwhil]]</i><br />
: <font style="color:#aac5b4;" size="3">■</font> "The pink one? She's absolutely terrified of me for some reason or another. Poor dear. I believe someone asked me if I might be there to take her away or something of the like. I am not quite sure why since we have never really met," <i>[[J'nangho Jhimei]]</i><br />
: <font style="color:#aac5b4;" size="3">■</font>"She is blessed with a lot of drive and ambition, all fueled with good cause. Lady Staelufre will take in everything around her, dare say some knowledge without reflecting on it becomes only chaos, though. Shall always try to be there and bring clarity to all her goals; may I never fail to protect her from the poisons." <i>[[Jancis Milburga]]</i><br />
: <font style="color:#aac5b4;" size="3">■</font>"Oh! Stae! They call her 'the Huntress'. Well, at least I call her that. Anyroads, she knows things. Things about predators and prey that I've only... felt but couldn't put to words. To say she's like magic on the hunt is doing a disservice to her instinctual talent. She's more miqo'te than my Matron." <i>[[R'sass Thras]]</i><br />
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: <center><font style="color:#000000;" size="3">♥</font> Physical Attraction <font style="color:#F02311;" size="3">♥</font> Romantic Desire <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font> Platonic Love</center> <br />
: <center><font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> Good Standing <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> Neutral <font style="color:#C24640;" size="3">●</font> Poor Standing</center><br />
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: <font style="color:#F02311;" size="3">♥</font> <font style="color:#000000;" size="3">♥</font> [[L'aenoh Tia]]: "Ganzjaega Riklifaeld" : A man she met in the Mist. Their beginnings were rather rough, though both held an attraction for the other since the moment they met. After some struggle with a rather cruel Keeper named Hnaba, they came together and bonded in a way neither expected. Ever since, the two have been inseparable. Staelufre has come to love him in true. She has no plans to deviate from his side, and goes to great lengths to ensure his safety.<br />
: <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font> [[Vilsewaen Steinhoh]]: Her father, her mentor, her brother. He is the person Staelufre respects the most in her life, and strives to be like. It is a constant disappointment to her that she cannot follow in his footsteps, or become precisely alike him. Almost everything she does is to give him pride and prove herself worthy in his eyes.<br />
: <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font> [[Siehrova Brynstymm]]: Her sister. Staelufre is wildly protective of her intelligent and kind kin. Their shared history has forged their bond into something that is unbreakable. She values Siehrova for her intelligence and quick wit, and admires her for being able to do so many things that she cannot even conceive possible. While her sister works on various projects in Mor Dhona, almost always consisting of magitek, Staelufre makes sure to provide her sister with every comfort and need she could ask for.<br />
: <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font> [[Renaud Becquerel]]: "Wakkeyha Syngronn" : Her brother, her rival. He is the apprentice of her father and his natural affinity to truth and ownership of the Echo has made Wakkeyha the favorite of Vilsewaen. In this, Staelufre is constantly jealous of him and irritated of his natural prowess with mysticism. She sees in him all the things she wishes she can be, and he is blissfully ignorant of such facts. His fawning and doting over Staelufre as his own sister only makes her feel guilty of this, and oddly endeared to the man she names brother.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Jancis Milburga]]: "Solkeim Brynroega" : Her friend. Jancis and she first met through L'aenoh, and the healer has proved nothing but kind and stalwart. Even in the heat of battle or its gross after-effects, the woman never seems to waver. Even in the grossest of situations, Jancis is a shining beacon for her to orient herself. Staelufre remains loyal to her, and has never had cause to question this. She plans to ever be.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Ja'ren A'lenthin]]: "Arengybet Haerzhylt" : Their relationship begun on a rocky note. Miscommunication and estranged feelings made the two incapable of seeing eye-to-eye at first. Yet, when entrusting Ja'ren with a mysterious Void artefact, the two began a strange journey that solidified their friendship. Unexpected circumstances brought them even closer, and Ja'ren teaches her much of her magick and control over it. She ever admired Ja'ren, though also finds him foolish at times.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Tiergan Vashir]]: "Wynztier Eifaufre" : A recent friend to Staelufre, but a strong one. Originally a strange man, she became endeared to him after a long talk about the Lotus. Some of his earnest personality began to shine, and with it Staelufre saw someone of noble heart. She has since followed him throughout much of Eorzea on bizarre adventures to save friends or return them home. Every time they speak, she finds her respect for him growing. And also a sister-like desire to scold him for so often succumbing to his emotions.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Zaius Rhal'seer]]: "Doenruht Formnwust" : Staelufre's teacher. After Zaius insulted her mate by beating him in battle and tying him to a bed, she sought Zaius out to seek revenge. With original intentions of killing him, she was instead impressed by his technique and strength. After agreeing to teach her, and a couple lessons, she's come to trust the Keeper entirely. He shows to her an amount of care and yet willingness to let her learn. Because of that, she gives him an amount of blind faith many would advise against.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Teld're Eska'aldren]]: "Myrganais Gesprheti" : The seer, as she called him, is a strange and recent friend. He is mercurial and ever-shifting. In just one sun, she saw many sides to the man and is fascinated by each of them. She doesn't quite understand why, but some how Teld're has already earned her trust. Not only this, but she's begun to learn of a mystery that invokes her unyielding curiosity.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font><font style="color:#000000;" size="3">♥</font> [[Telos]]: "Guolstyrm Grymhoh" : Someone who holds the answers to many of her questions. He's treated her fairly, and kindly, and for this she holds to him a sense of loyalty. There's something that makes others frightened of him, however, so she is subtly wary of what his presence can bring. She also has an irrational and utterly dorky schoolgirl crush on him.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[J'azhar Tia]]: "Blynulm" : Introduced to her through Sylas, the young member of Jackal tribe was originally supposed to be a source of information. He quickly charmed her not only with a sense of his kindness for their mutual friends, but also his innocent manner of speech. They spoke of not only the more grim things, but also of lighter topics that soon left her laughing and delighted. It seems their friend circles have merged, for which Staelufre is only thankful, as she's ultimately fond of J'azhar's fretting and warm personality.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Aiouxdaux Beaumont]]: The dervish doctore was someone she first bonded with after a sparring bout that had left both of them nearly dead. She understands him rather well, despite knowing so little of him. She thinks him someone of great amusement and deadly skill, and so looks up to him quite a bit. He seems to have many heartaches, though they are not yet close enough for her to offer to help with them as much as she would wish.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Leanne Delphium]]: "Weinspaer" : The appointed "best friend". After having scolded Staelufre on ill social behavior, L'aenoh assigned the two of them to be friends from then on out. It's been somewhat uncertain ground, but the hat-clad woman is such a different presence that Staelufre help but agree she's fine friend material. Much is unknown about Leanne, though she manages to keep amusing Staelufre.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Faolan Woodlock]]: "Nezelcwin" : A man she hardly knows. He smells of campfire smoke and forests. This initial impression leads Staelufre to wanting to know more. After recent events that led her to witness Faolan's way of healing, and the knowledge he witnessed Dhemgeim's death, she's only more intent on prying beneath that mask of his.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Mikh'a Elakha]]: The gentle shadow was someone who first left his mark after healing her during her original spar with Aiouxdaux. The experience was a painful one, but after meeting a second and third time, he won her over with his quiet presence and gentle gestures. She is desperate to learn more of him, and to spend more time with someone she feels could earn her trust.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[R'sass Thras]]: Her student. A young miqo'te whose tribe has disbanded, she was intent on learning to hunt. The reverence Sass has for her is baffling and, as she believes it, misguided. But it is still a pleasant and entertaining thing to teach another her methods of hunting.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[R'ostam Tia]]: Relative to R'sass, Staelufre finds him hot-headed and brash. His silent behavior, she knows, is entirely a front for a confused and conflicted young man. She hopes to teach him a little of fighting, though also knows that she is by far the least capable of giving him what he needs to know to make a better life outside the tribe.<br />
: <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> [[Memeli Meli]]: "Toffvann" : A powerful lalafell and magnificent braggart. She holds little respect for this person, but does recognize in her the potential to do much. They haven't shared much but in passing, though Memeli's ability to find trouble and also find her way out is always worthy of admiration.<br />
: <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> [[Finecia Hawke]]: "Blahntrachyn" : A peculiar hyur. Staelufre does not trust Finecia in the way she would never fully trust a dragon. Though she wears her past plainly, there is always an uncertainty to what happening in Finecia's mind. She is, at least, a reliable healer.<br />
: <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> [[R'lexia Thras]]: "Lihtleita" : A quiet miqo'te who has not revealed much about herself. While she is Finecia's mate, Staelufre is not yet sure of Lexia's mettle. She seems determined, but there is a weakness and hesitance in her actions that makes Staelufre wonder.<br />
: <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> [[Chaska Dakwhil]]: "Tenkoeya" : Ja'ren's mate and a person Staelufre always wonders about. While mute, her wisdom and cunning is unprecedented. Or because it is because of her inability to talk that Chaska has a way of thinking unparalleled. Either way, Staelufre owes deep respect to Chaska, though knows the two of them are unlikely to ever become friends.<br />
: <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> [[Franz Renatus]]: "Iyrnfystsyn" : After having dealt with an unpleasant elezen, the two came to a mutual understanding. She does not truly wonder after the man, but does at times wonder at his strength. He has, at the very least, the presence enough for her to take his word as truth.<br />
: <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> [[Oscare Iono]]: "Blanabrenn" : Another she knows to be a Garlean. She does not particularly care for this dark-skinned hyur, but he has never done anything to upset her either. At best, she knows him as Jancis' friend.<br />
: <font style="color:#C24640;" size="3">●</font> [[Tausenadel Geispyrsyn]]: "Wybhaerz" : An officer of the Coral Sea. Upon their first meeting, he seemed kind enough, though at their second and every meeting after, he insists on calling her "Stray". Staelufre has expressed her displeasure with this sentiment, and refuses to forgive him for being unable to listen to her or respect her.<br />
: <font style="color:#C24640;" size="3">●</font> [[Sigurd Rainecourt]]: "Bremlohr" : A pitiful little hyur. His weakness makes her dislike and distaste for him very obvious. She thinks that it is a shame, for he has many strong allies, but will never reach to such heights himself.<br />
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: Tumblr: http://stillshore.tumblr.com<br />
: Voiceclaim: [http://youtu.be/TpUP0jjicqY You Are the Moon - The Hush Sound]<br />
: Theme Music: [http://youtu.be/VKrYOUhOeaI Hope in the Air - Laura Marling]<br />
: Theme Music: [http://youtu.be/6k8es2BNloE Little Black Submarines - The Black Keys]<br />
: Theme Music: [http://youtu.be/TybeFBV7awc Upside Down - Paloma Faith]<br />
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: Template by [[Bancroft Gairn]]</div>Dhemgeimhttps://wiki.ffxiv-roleplayers.com/index.php?title=Zaius_Rhal%27seer&diff=76402Zaius Rhal'seer2015-02-20T03:32:40Z<p>Dhemgeim: /* Player Character Rumors */</p>
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<div style="background:#5B5B59;font-size:50px;padding:1px;color:#FFFFFF;"><center>''''' Zaius Rhal'seer '''''</center></div><br />
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<center>Former slave, current mercenary, killer. On first impression, Zaius is disturbingly outgoing, with a zeal for living, yet given over to violence; dedicated to the art of hand-to-hand combat, taking every fight offered, living for the moment, and concerned only with enjoying life to the fullest, whether in combat, at the forge, or in the kitchen(?!).<br><br><br />
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A refugee from Ala Mhigo, brought over the sea as a child by his teacher and her husband, Zaius honors their lessons in combat by using them, finding the greatest satisfaction from a fight to the death. Practitioner of a fighting style learned in the temple of the Fury of Halone, a rare and frowned-upon subsect of the Fists of Rhalgr, he fights with equal parts skill, madness, and fury.</center><br><br />
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| title = 'Remember. You asked for this.'<br />
| gender = Male<br />
| citizenship = Ul'dah<br />
| race = Miqo'te<br />
| clan = Keeper of the Moon<br />
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| stat_1_value = 32<br />
| stat_2 = Sexuality<br />
| stat_2_value = Bisexual<br />
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| stat_3_value = Open Relationship<br />
| stat_4 = Server<br />
| stat_4_value = Balmung<br />
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==<div style="background:#5B5B59;font-size:40px;padding:1px;color:#FFFFFF;"><center>''''' Recent Events '''''</center></div>==<br />
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Sixth Astral Moon, 1577 (Nov' 2013)<br />
::* After wandering Eorza without particular aim or desire, Zaius settles down in Ul'dah after hearing that a 'pugilist' guild has opened, using gil earned through his adventuring to purchase a modest home. <br><br />
Third Umbral Moon, 1577 (July' 2013)<br />
::* Zaius reconnects with Tiergan Vashir, discovering him as part of a Free Company. Joining it expressly to pursue and re-ignite their rivalry, he and Tiergan brawl viciously in the courtyard of the company several times, eventually leading to their mutual departure after rising tensions prove too intense to resolve.<br />
First Umbral Moon, 1578 (Feb' 2014)<br />
::* Zaius joins a mercenary company unlisted on most records, with no history to it, known only as 'Aeon'.<br />
Fourth Umbral Moon, 1578 (August 2014)<br />
::* During a battle with [[Varus Adelric Rosenthal]], Zaius' home is one of several destroyed by the magical forces unleashed. At first he seems to have sided with the magus, and briefly fights with [[Brynhilde Wulf]] before choosing to stand against Varus as one of his spells injures everyone present. In succession, he.engages a mysterious masked agent of the Magus', Varus' right hand Rukira Michaelis, and then joins the rest of Varus' opponents in fighting the spellcaster directly. By the end of the battle, he has weathered Garlean technology, numerous magical assaults, and hours of combat. He survives.<br />
::*While waiting for his next bout at the Wolf's Den, Zaius' attention is drawn to a seemingly-possessed Zaku Degenwulf, the latter easily battering and besting a half-dozen Maelstrom as Zaius watches. Confronting him alone, the two fight briefly before Zaius is brutally wounded and thrown into one of the jutting rocks near the dock, left to drown in the ocean. He survives.<br />
::*A little over a week later, Zaius would confront Zaku in front of Cliffperch, engaging the other once Zaku made it clear he was not possessed so much as afflicted by a form of rage Warriors would on occassion succumb to. This time the fight ended with Zaius breaking Zaku's jaw, Lacey Orwell preventing him from finishing the Highlander off.<br />
::*A third encounter with Zaku would end in a similar fashion, the two destroying a good portion of the furniture in Cliffperch before once again [[Lacey Orwell]] intervened along with Faolan Woodlock to stop him from killing the Highlander.<br />
Sixth Astral Moon, 1578 (November 2014)<br />
::*Confronting [[Teld're Eska'aldren]] near Oschon's Torch, the two finally give in to their mutual desire for conflict, engaging in a battle to the finish. While Teld're revealed the ability to manipulate his own internal aether for defensive and offensive purposes, Zaius' modified armor and his techniques enable him to hold his own. The fight ends inconclusively, with [[Tiergan Vashir]] interrupting them before either can kill the other.<br />
::*Only two weeks later Zaius and Teld're meet again. This time Teld're lures the Keeper into a battle in a lake, upon which he uses his aether to turn the water into a series of razor-sharp blades, savaging Zaius and driving his armor deeper into the resulting wounds, as well as battering him senseless once he can no longer stand as a result of the blades. Zaius is dragged into a nearby cabin by Teld're, who watches him throughout the night. He survives.<br />
Sixth Umbral Moon, 1578 (December 2014)<br />
::*After a significant bidding war with [[Rukira Michaelis]], Zaius wins a date with [[Tiergan Vashir]] for the sum of 3,000,000 gil. For charity.<br />
::* Zaius is introduced to [[Aiouxdaux Beaumont]] by Teld're. The two promptly fight, with Zaius pinning Aiouxdaux down, only to find the elezen had slipped a dagger between the plates of his armor, damaged by his magic earlier. Rather than release Aiouxdaux, Zaius opts to tear his throat out, and is stabbed in the heart in return. He survives.<br />
::*Zaius takes on Staelufre as a student, who seeks to learn one of the arts of his school. After failing to incite in her the anger needed to use the technique, he resolves to find something to bring forth the necessary emotion...<br />
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==<div style="background:#5B5B59;font-size:45px;padding:1px;color:#FFFFFF;"><center>''''' Character '''''</center></div>==<br />
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<td><i>Golden.</i></td><br />
<td><i>Black, red tipped.</i></td><br />
<td><i>Dark grey.</i></td><br />
<td><i>Heavily muscled.</i></td><br />
<td><i>Forward, upbeat, somewhat deep.</i></td><br />
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<td><i>Confident, casual.</i></td><br />
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<td><span class="plainlinks"><i>True Neutral.<br />
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<td><i>Lightning</i></td><br />
<td><i>26th Sun of the 4th Umbral Moon, 1548</i></td><br />
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Zaius stands at 6 fulms even with solid, powerful limbs. He has a very developed build as compared to most Keepers, having taken great care and effort in maintaining proportion and flexibility despite his size.<br />
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Zaius has a heart-shaped face, with a strong jaw. His eyes are a deep, bright gold. They express his emotions vividly, anywhere from his normal amusement at most things, to the blank, mindless savagery he can display in a fight.<br />
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Her hair is thick, and he keeps it fairly short in the back and sides, barring either one or two braids towards the front. His bangs tend to fall in front of his eyes when he goes too long between trimming it. Before his second fight with [[Teld're Eska'aldren|Teld're]] he kept the ends of his hair dyed blue in front and on his braids. However, the aetheric energy released by Teld're somehow dyed the ends of Zaius' hair in those parts blood-red, the hair now simply naturally changing colours as it reaches the length. Zaius has elected not to bother looking into getting the effect reversed because it's a time saver, and it matches his armor nicely.<br />
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[[File: Zaius_frenzy_large.jpg|thumb|left|By [[Lurial Vashir]]]]<br />
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Despite his very violent lifestyle, Zaius' armor usually bears little sign of wear and tear beyond scuffing and the occasional cut across the leather or gouge in the metal portions of his armor. As a talented blacksmith and leatherworker, he maintains and modifies his own equipment, preferring to base the look and build of it off of old gladiatorial armor he used to wear. This not only allows for a good amount of flexibility but also serves to throw off opponents that don't know any better; expecting to easily cut or punch or cast through simple leather, the darksteel plates and layered chain beneath give him more durability than one would normally expect.<br />
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Strangely for someone that had spent their entire life training to fight or fighting, Zaius has no scars or distinguishing marks. The reason for that is a modified technique learned from the Fury of Halone school, which builds on the 'second wind' ability to allow for immediate, and slow steady healing. While nothing close to a healer's magic, it allows a fighter able to summon the necessary rage and focus to prevent otherwise mortal wounds from finishing him off, as well as preventing scarring. Unfortunately the time required makes it unusable in a fight, or at least not without an incredibly gracious opponent.<br />
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Zaius speaks with a rather low voice, one that matches with his build. Whenever he gets excited or cheerful, which is often, he tends to get loud; when he gets quiet things aren't much better either. His eyes are extremely expressive, anywhere from when he rolls them to when he's about to throw a fight's first punch, to when they nearly empty completely when he gives into his rage.<br />
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He often prefers to lean against things, getting a good view of a room, and tends to keep quiet in large groups, but otherwise comments on anything and everything without regard to what people think of his opinion.<br />
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===<div style="background:#5B5B59;font-size:35px;padding:1px;color:#FFFFFF;"><center>''''' Personality '''''</center></div>===<br />
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<td class="cell3" valign="top" style="background-color:#5B5B59"><strong>PRIMARY MOTIVATOR</strong></td><br />
<td class="cell5" valign="top">Chaos</td><br />
<td class="cell4" valign="top" style="background-color:#5B5B59">Sense of Humor</td><br />
<td class="cell5" valign="top">Gleeful</td><br />
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<td class="cell4" valign="top" style="background-color:#5B5B59">Emotional Disposition</td><br />
<td class="cell5" valign="top">Calm</td><br />
<td class="cell3" colspan="2" valign="top" style="background-color:#5B5B59"><strong>SEXUALITY</strong></td><br />
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<td class="cell4" valign="top" style="background-color:#5B5B59">Moodiness</td><br />
<td class="cell5" valign="top">Mecurial</td><br />
<td class="cell4" valign="top" style="background-color:#5B5B59">Sexual Orientation</td><br />
<td class="cell5" valign="top">Bisexual</td><br />
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<td class="cell3" colspan="2" valign="top" style="background-color:#5B5B59"><strong>CORE TRAITS</strong></td><br />
<td class="cell4" valign="top" style="background-color:#5B5B59">Libido</td><br />
<td class="cell5" valign="top">Healthy</td><br />
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<td class="cell4" valign="top" style="background-color:#5B5B59">Outlook</td><br />
<td class="cell5" valign="top">Cynical</td><br />
<td class="cell4" valign="top" style="background-color:#5B5B59">Sexual Expressiveness</td><br />
<td class="cell5" valign="top">Brazen</td><br />
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<td class="cell4" valign="top" style="background-color:#5B5B59">Integrity</td><br />
<td class="cell5" valign="top">Manipulative</td><br />
<td class="cell4" valign="top" style="background-color:#5B5B59">Sexual Expressive Style</td><br />
<td class="cell5" valign="top">Forward</td><br />
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<td class="cell4" valign="top" style="background-color:#5B5B59">Impulsiveness</td><br />
<td class="cell5" valign="top">Deliberate</td><br />
<td class="cell4" valign="top" style="background-color:#5B5B59">Openness to sexual experience</td><br />
<td class="cell5" valign="top">Adventurous</td><br />
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<td class="cell4" valign="top" style="background-color:#5B5B59">Boldness</td><br />
<td class="cell5" valign="top">Reckless</td><br />
<td class="cell4" valign="top" style="background-color:#5B5B59">Promiscuousness</td><br />
<td class="cell5" valign="top">Polyamorous</td><br />
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<td class="cell4" valign="top" style="background-color:#5B5B59">Flexibility</td><br />
<td class="cell5" valign="top">Adaptable</td><br />
<td class="cell3" colspan="2" valign="top" style="background-color:#5B5B59"><strong>RELIGION & SPIRITUALITY</strong></td><br />
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<td class="cell4" valign="top" style="background-color:#5B5B59">Affinity</td><br />
<td class="cell5" valign="top">Uncaring</td><br />
<td class="cell4" valign="top" style="background-color:#5B5B59">Affiliation/Adherence</td><br />
<td class="cell5" valign="top">Casual</td><br />
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<td class="cell4" valign="top" style="background-color:#5B5B59">Comportment</td><br />
<td class="cell5" valign="top">Humorous</td><br />
<td class="cell4" valign="top" style="background-color:#5B5B59">Tolerance</td><br />
<td class="cell5" valign="top">Tolerant</td><br />
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<td class="cell4" valign="top" style="background-color:#5B5B59">Interactivity</td><br />
<td class="cell5" valign="top">Entertaining</td><br />
<td class="cell4" valign="top" style="background-color:#5B5B59">Expression of beliefs</td><br />
<td class="cell5" valign="top">Rarely</td><br />
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<td class="cell4" valign="top" style="background-color:#5B5B59">Disclosure</td><br />
<td class="cell5" valign="top">Unreserved</td><br />
<td class="cell4" valign="top" style="background-color:#5B5B59">Converting others</td><br />
<td class="cell5" valign="top">Never</td><br />
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<td class="cell4" valign="top" style="background-color:#5B5B59">Conformity</td><br />
<td class="cell5" valign="top">Rebellious</td><br />
<td class="cell4" valign="top" style="background-color:#5B5B59">Attitude</td><br />
<td class="cell5" valign="top">Irreverent</td><br />
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<td class="cell4" valign="top" style="background-color:#5B5B59">Topics of Conversation</td><br />
<td class="cell5" colspan="3" valign="top">Adventure; hobbies; animals; jokes</td><br />
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<td class="cell4" valign="top" style="background-color:#5B5B59">Quirks, Habits, & Oddities</td><br />
<td class="cell5" colspan="3" valign="top">grin; sarcastic; restless; </td><br />
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<td class="cell4" valign="top" style="background-color:#5B5B59">Hobbies & Enjoyments</td><br />
<td class="cell5" colspan="3" valign="top">Fighting; cooking; reading</td><br />
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====<div style="background:#5B5B59;font-size:30px;padding:1px;color:#FFFFFF;"><center>'' Strengths ''</center></div>====<br />
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Zaius' most obvious strength is his literal strength; while those that succeed at the arts and techniques involved in being a monk can already perform marvels like rapid bursts of speed, breaking rocks with bare hands, and the like, Zaius has spent a great deal of time honing his body. Whether toughening his joints or striking points by hitting hanging sheets of metal, to what he regularly eats, to daily exercise, Zaius has always determined that the best way to win a fight is to make sure you don't need a weapon to do so. He's strong enough to carry another miqo'te under one arm like a sack of grain, and has been able to throw even roegadyn about, although certainly not with ease.<br />
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Following that train of thought, Zaius has been following the path of unarmed combat from almost the moment of his birth. First trained as Fury of Halone, then after his imprisonment as a slave grappling, even spending time at the Ul'dah pugilist's guild to see what there was to see, Zaius had been fighting and killing with nothing but his body for nearly thirty years. While able to wield other weapons, and recognizing the advantage offered by heavy plate mail, and in fact very proficient in the use of a heavy axe, oftentimes putting a weapon in Zaius' hands makes the Keeper ''less'' effective.<br />
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Zaius was given work in trades before his enslavement, thanks to his parents, and continued them where possible until he was freed. While cooking is his passion, he is also an exceptionally accomplished blacksmith, able to craft the most difficult of works, and a very skilled leatherworker as well. His dedication to improvement has served him well when it comes to his three trades.<br />
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====<div style="background:#5B5B59;font-size:30px;padding:1px;color:#FFFFFF;"><center>'' Flaws ''</center></div>====<br />
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Once Zaius had decided on a course of action, he can rarely be persuaded from it. This can be dangerous for himself and those around him, as while he's capable of looking at things from a long-term perspective, he can often be impulsive, doing things that are socially and morally unacceptable.<br />
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In a fight he will not surrender, even while in a position of obvious disadvantage. Zaius knows that it's his fate to die on the battlefield, whether it's today or tomorrow matters little to him. He'll throw himself against seemingly impossible odds, and while he's survived to date through his own skills, the aid of others, and fortune itself, sooner or later a day will come where all three are not up to the task of keeping him alive in the face of overwhelming odds.<br />
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(More to come!)<br />
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====<div style="background:#5B5B59;font-size:30px;padding:1px;color:#FFFFFF;"><center>'' Romance ''</center></div>====<br />
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Zaius' views on romance are fairly odd, something he would point out is likely a result of his upbringing. While he has been in an ongoing relationship with [[Tiergan Vashir]] for some time now, both agreed that taking other occasional lovers would be acceptable, especially as Tiergan prefers to keep his relationship with Zaius, if not secret, certainly quiet. On occasion, the two have even had the same lover at the same time, something that Zaius takes no end of amusement in. Despite doting on Tiergan in private, the two bicker constantly, competing in almost every way that comes up. Zaius' philosophy of never having anything he couldn't stand to have taken from him if need be is stretched to the limit by his relationship with Tiergan.<br />
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Qualities he looks for in a partner include being straightforward, determined, opinionated, and stubborn. Zaius also enjoys helping to draw people out of their shell when it comes to romantic liaisons, not being one for jealousy. Someone with a strong physical presence, who isn't afraid to fight for what they believe in, or what they want, or...just fight, really, draw his attention quickly. Despite finding someone appealing from a physical and emotional standpoint however, Zaius tends not to pursue very far. He is more likely to flirt shamelessly, especially if the person in question is already in a relationship, double-especially if the person's partner is there. The fact of the matter is, Zaius is rather picky as to whom he decides to chase after with determination, and while he has had a few one-night-stands, he prefers something more long-term, whether that be more physical encounters after the first, or something less carnal.<br />
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Zaius has never had much cause to distinguish between men and women when it came to persons he finds appealing.<br><br><br />
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==<div style="background:#5B5B59;font-size:40px;padding:1px;color:#FFFFFF;"><center>''''' Combat '''''</center></div>==<br />
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Almost without exception, when called upon to fight Zaius will do so hand to hand. Even a simple sparring contest is, to the Keeper, a contest that can only end one way; death. Otherwise, how is someone supposed to know if they're truly better, if one of the combatants is holding back? With that in mind, recent developments have come to show him that some people are more interesting alive and dead, and to that end he's returned to using a bare handed style while 'only' sparring. His learning didn't end with the disappearance of his teachers, and after he was enslaved he had a variety of instructors, further honing his abilities and expanding them beyond striking to including grappling, and wrestling, fighting in close quarters with little room to move.<br />
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In an actual fight, where he's looking to slay an opponent, Zaius will usually make use of a set of gauntlets he crafted himself, each finger covered in segmented, layered armor to allow for grappling and flexibility, and each ending in a razor sharp point. Patterned on his old gladiator mail, but crafted and re-crafted each time new metals are discovered by metallurgists, the gauntlets are capable of matching most contemporary weapons of the time.<br />
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Against opponents such as dragons, Voidsent, or the like, Zaius employes a reforged copy of the ancient Relic Weapon known as Kaiser Knuckles. Much like with his gauntlets, he is constantly upgrading and reforging them as new options become available, although that often requires relying on a certain smith near Fallgourd Float...<br />
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Zaius' stamina is seemingly inexhaustible, enduring endless hours of combat, as well as wounds and beatings, its rare to see the Keeper ever need to take an extended rest. As long as there is a fight nearby, the violent chaos seems to feed the Keeper, urging him to continue fighting until there is no one left standing. A good part of this is due not only to the techniques he learned from his various teachers, but the exceptional conditioning he puts himself through. Despite his immense build, he is flexible enough to raise a leg up and over his head, and strong enough to hold it there for a good period of time. As one of his opponents observed, it seemed like speed and mass were not properly explained to Zaius Rhal'seer.<br />
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While able to disrupt certain spells using various techniques meant for silencing enemies, Zaius himself has no talent with the magical arts, either offensive or defensive.<br />
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Aware of Garlean technology and its dangers, Zaius has familiarized himself with certain facets of their equipment, at least enough to break it effectively in combat, including magitek armor, gunblades, and most of their warmachines.<br><br />
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==<div style="background:#5B5B59;font-size:35px;padding:1px;color:#FFFFFF;"><center>''''' Occupation, skills and pastimes '''''</center></div> ==<br />
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<blockquote><div style="font-size:20px;">''"Some people complain their whole lives they never found their purpose. I was born and trained to fight. You know what they say; love what you do, do what you love."''</div></blockquote><br />
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Adventurer, gladiator, ex-slave, mercenary, madman. Zaius has been all of these and more. He doesn't show any remorse or hesitation in discussing his past, whether his cruel training as a child, or the violent tendencies that continue to this day. While no assassin, Zaius until recently had worked for both sides of the law, especially in Ul'dah, where enough gil could be passed around to ignore a Keeper and his role in fighting whomever needed fighting. Recently however he has somewhat bettered his reputation by working to keep the Beastmen tribes in check, as well as performing more 'honest' work for the three city-states, including joining the Immortal Flames...only to switch to the Maelstrom mid-battle during one of the engagements in Cartenau, with the reasoning that he'd gotten bored always fighting for the same side, and needed a change.<br />
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While his first love in trade has always been cooking, taking a good bit of satisfaction from a well-made meal, especially a challenging one, it is seeming more and more that his true gift might lay in metallurgy. Specifically blacksmithing, to which he has taken quickly and with aplomb. Devouring challenging tasks and difficult crafts with equal hunger, he's set to his work with hammer and file almost as intently as he has his hand to hand combat. In a distant third remains leatherworking, although he's more than skilled enough to repair and even modify his own armor, mingling two of his talents together to improve his own equipment.<br />
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Rarely, Zaius finds himself with a free moment or two when he's not fighting, training, or working on his tradeskills. In those incredibly infrequent moments, he has a few books stashed about his home. While he enjoys sitting down with one of them, his attention is never occupied for long.<br />
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:'''Likes:'''<br />
:* Violence.<br />
:* Sparring.<br />
:* Good food.<br />
:* Violence.<br />
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:'''Dislikes:'''<br />
:* Alcohol<br />
:* Time-wasters.<br />
:* Cowardice.<br />
:* Sesquipedalian Loquaciousness<br />
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:'''Skills:'''<br />
:* Unarmed combat.<br />
:* Cooking.<br />
:* Blacksmithing.<br />
:* Leatherworking.<br />
:* Violence.<br />
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:'''Fears:'''<br />
:* Growing weak and feeble.<br />
:* Old age, mostly due to the above.<br />
:* Permanent imprisonment.<br />
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==<div style="background:#5B5B59;font-size:40px;padding:1px;color:#FFFFFF;"><center>''''' Relationships '''''</center></div>==<br />
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===Family===<br />
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Zaius was born under a different name, to the master teacher of the Fury of Halone temple in Ala Mhigo. He refuses to give the original names of his parents, or his own. They both went missing during a dangerous job more than fifteen years ago, and he's long since given up any chance of seeing them again. The person behind their disappearance was dealt with, essentially closing the book on Zaius' family.<br />
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'''Father:''' Unknown ''(deceased)''<br><br />
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'''Mother:''' Unknown ''(deceased)''<br><br />
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===Linkshells and Organisations===<br />
[http://ffxiv-roleplayers.com/showthread.php?tid=6868 Aeon] Free Company: In the year 1578 Zaius registered with a relatively unknown Free Company known only as 'Aeon'. Other than offering standard mercenary services, little was known of them. While privy to their secrets, this is one of the few topics that Zaius won't disclose a great amount of detail on. Instead, he offers up only that they were a great deal of fun, a wonderful source of ongoing strife and violence, and that if any curious folk were to learn more, he could give them the opportunity to join them...if they asked.<br />
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[http://coralsea.enjin.com/ The Coral Sea] Free Company: Late in 1578, after departing Aeon, Zaius signed up with the Coral Sea after undergoing their interview process and (in an amazing act of oversight) managing to pass.<br />
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[[File: Zaius_tier_gold_wip.jpg|245x245px|thumb|middle|left|By [[Lurial Vashir]]]][[File: Teamassemble.jpg|left||245x245px|thumb|middle]][[File: Zaiustierheight1.jpg|center|245x245px|thumb|middle]][[File: Nofighting.jpg||245x245px|thumb|middle|center|By [[Telos]]]]<br />
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<br><center>''<font style="color:#F02311;" size="3">♥</font> Romantic Interest&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<font style="color:#000000;" size="3">♥</font> Sexual Desire&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font> Platonic Love &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<font style="color:#4e9362;" size="3">●</font> Good Standing&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<font style="color:#8f8377;" size="3">●</font> Neutral Standing&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<font style="color:#C24640;" size="3">●</font> Poor Standing&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<font style="color:#000000;" size="3"><b>!</b></font> Recent Standing Change</center>''<br />
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<td style="width:50%";><font style="color:#F02311;" size="3">♥</font><font style="color:#000000;" size="3">♥</font> '''[[Tiergan Vashir]]''' /'' "Ah'ra" '': Zaius met Tiergan in one of their mutual owner's slave pens. In the structure of the pens, the most dangerous would assume the rank of Alpha, and be responsible for keeping order. In exchange, they received numerous benefits, from better food and lodgings, all the way to trips outside to spend gil earned by forcing the the rest of the slaves to stay in line. It was after becoming Alpha of his own pen that Zaius was sent to Tiergan's, who was Alpha at the time, to bring the arrogant slave to heel...a curious choice, given Zaius' own mannerisms. Nonetheless, he succeeded, unseating Tiergan within a week, after Tiergan had held the position for three years. What began as a relationship expressed through steel and fist quickly turned lustful as well, although Tiergan never did manage to take back the position of Alpha, and more and more Zaius began to offer the former Alpha is protection from the various other slaves that Tiergan had once reigned over. Zaius lost track of Tiergan for several years, only tracking him down when he registered with a Free Company. The two remain together, albeit in an open relationship, with the understanding that, sooner or later, Tiergan always returns to the Keeper. The fact that the two are slowly beginning to admit actual feelings towards one another has made their relationship more challenging than ever before.</td><br />
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<td style="width:50%";><font style="color:#000000;" size="3">♥</font><font style="color:#4e9362;" size="3">●</font> '''[[Teld're Eska'aldren]]''' : Recently introduced to Teld're by Tiergan, Zaius immediately found something in the other miqo'te that reminded him of himself at a younger age. Amused by the self-revelation, he immediately challenged Teld're to a fight to the death. After Tiergan broke up their first encounter, they had a rematch without interference, with Teld're using his advantage of aetheric manipulation and a carefully chosen battlefield to savage Zaius. Given the nature of the fight, Zaius was rather surprised to wake up the next morning, and resolved to get to know Teld're better. This has resulted in several more encounters, including a particular memorable cooked stew.</td><br />
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<td><font style="color:#4e9362;" size="3">●</font> '''[[Brynhilde Wulf]]''' : Leader of the free company Aeon, Zaius respects Brynhilde a great deal for her decision to lead a group of people he considers to be mostly crazy and self-destructive, himself included. Well aware that Brynhilde does not return that respect, the fact doesn't seem to bother him in the least. While they briefly fought during the Varus incident in Ul'dah, he looks forward to the chance to actually make a solid attempt at killing her.</td><br />
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<td><font style="color:#000000;" size="3">♥</font><font style="color:#4e9362;" size="3">●</font>'''[[Sophia Grave]]''' : A member of Aeon, Zaius noticed her peculiar armament quickly. Finding out her actual loyalties did little to dispel Zaius' enjoyment of the few times they'd met in combat, and while both battles were 'unofficial', Sophia's identity disguised, he greatly appreciated her skill. Despite leaving Aoen, Zaius looks forward to a future rematch, and attempts to keep ties with Sophia, knowing that her inevitable actions on the part of her homeland will result in chaos and violence...both of which he'd be loath to miss.</td><br />
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<td>'''<font style="color:#4e9362;" size="3">●</font>[[Varus Alderic Rosenthal]]''' : Introduced to him through his interest in Aeon and their mysterious nature, Zaius at first regarded the magus as a loudmouth overconfident man, prone to going on at length about his own superiority. However, after witnessing Varus easily besting several members of the free company, his interest in the magus was piqued. Tracking him down through mutual connections in Ul'dah, the two conversed at length, Zaius enjoying the discussion regarding morals and ambitions, before parting on neutral terms. During Varus' attack on Ul'dah, Zaius was more than willing to fight against Aeon for the thrill and the challenge, but an aetheric attack done by the magus quickly had Zaius turning on him. Afterwards he was one of the few the magus revealed his rebirth to, initially, trusting correctly that Zaius would keep the fact to himself in anticipation of future conflict to come. Zaius was disappointed to learn of the magus' subsequent disappearance, if only because the magus' talent for wreaking havoc would be sorely missed.</td><br />
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<td>'''<font style="color:#4e9362;" size="3">●</font>[[Zaku Paku]]''' : Zaius initially did his best to ignore Zaku Paku, finding his habit of talking in third person distracting, although the fact that the lalafel had managed to attain a prominent position in the Immortal Flames did impressed him. However, when Zaku Paku was given a new name, Zaku Degenwulf, and somehow transformed into a far more physically imposing Highlander, Zaius took notice. This would culminate in three fights while Zaku found himself unable to master the inner rage that came with Warrior training, becoming almost-possessed. After two attempts to finish Zaku off were interrupted by [[Lacey Orwell] he considers the matter closed, and Zaku a fun fighting partner...at least until one of them kills the other.</td><br />
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<td><font style="color:#4e9362;" size="3">●</font>'''[[Flickering Ember]]''' : Zaius finds the young roegadyn's utter lack of social graces and complete honesty refreshing rather than irritating as some might. He also considers her innocent in a sort of odd, roundabout way, especially given how quickly she jumps to 'kill the bad people' as a default method of dealing with a dangerous situation. She's one of the few people that Zaius would actively defend instead of assuming that they would simply be fine on their own, as her naivete means that others could take easy advantage of her.</td><br />
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==<div style="background:#5B5B59;font-size:40px;padding:1px;color:#FFFFFF;"><center>''''' Rumors '''''</center></div>==<br />
===''Common Rumors''===<br />
::* "I can't think of a day I've been in the Wolves' Den fighting that he wasn't there. I don't think he sleeps."<br />
::* "Won't touch liquor! Not a drop. Caravan came into Ul'dah and the master was buying rounds for everyone in the Quicksand; he just kept at his water."<br />
::* "Tough bastard! Saw him nearly lose his arm to an axe in an unsanctioned scrap on the Wolves' Den Pier. Barely managed to take an aether trip out of there! Damn if he wasn't out a day later fighting like it was nothing. Gotta learn that trick…"<br />
::* "Crazy. Absolutely crazy. Absolutely unpredictable. ...absolutely relentless. I watched him face down a squad of Brass Blades without flinching. Just that damn scary grin on him the whole while. Gave me the shivers."<br />
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===''Moderate Rumors''===<br />
::* "Swear I saw him in the slave fights a few years before the Calamity. No, not the legal ones. The death matches."<br />
::* "Got no loyalty to anyone. Part of a group jumping a crystal caravan, the owner offered twice what the bandits were being paid. He turned on 'em just like that, guards finished off the rest. Damn thing is, he didn't take a single coin. Like he did it just for fighting. Or worse, fun."<br />
::* "He's a joke, is what he is. All those rumors and talk of fighting and slaves and the like. Bullshit! No one walks around without a scar that's lived a life like that. No one normal."<br />
::* "I saw him in noble's clothes, skulking around the back alleys. Dressed like that he's looking to be mugged!"<br />
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===''Rare Rumors''===<br />
::* "Son of a bitch bought my land for half what it was worth before the Calamity! Heard he's buying up all sorts of property. No damn idea why."<br />
::* "A slave's a slave, an' I heard that he's still got his contract open! Yeah, escaped during the Calamity! What, no, I don't want no part of putting him in a cage thanks much! I like breathin' and eatin' solid food!""<br />
::* "Heard tell that he had training from one of the monks from Ala Mhigo. No, not the one order, the Fist of Rhalgar. Called themselves the Fury of Halone.<br />
::* "No. No, he's dead. I saw him cut nearly to shreds in one of the Castrums! Shot a half-dozen times with one of those Garlean guns! Come to think of it, no one went back to get the body…"<br />
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::* "Here's a bit of advice. Shit head. That one is mine. He'll probably tear you to shreds- then I'll laugh and we'll fuck a few fulms away from your dead body. You want to go like that? Then keep digging... Because the only thing you're clearing out is your grave..." -- [[Teld're Eska'aldren]]<br />
::* "If you so insist for my opinion, it is this; Zaius Rhal'seer is more beast than man. Vicious and lascivious, unprincipled and troublesome; a finer example of everything wrong with that race, you'll not find." -- [[Brynhilde Wulf]]<br />
::* "I'd not anger Doenruht, were I you. I name him Thunder Smoke for a reason. He leaves only an impression. The smell, the sound, the feel of lightning that lingers in the air during a storm. It is there, below your skin and upon your tongue, and yet the lightning itself is so swift that it is impossible to perceive. Upon any aspect, this is him, yet especially in battle. You stand no chance, I assure you." -- [[Staelufre Lysmerl]]<br />
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==<div style="background:#5B5B59;font-size:40px;padding:1px;color:#FFFFFF;"><center>''''' History/Timeline '''''</center></div>==<br />
===''1548 - 1557 : The Ala Mhigan Years''===<br />
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Zaius Rhal'seer's true name has been lost to the ages, except perhaps a long-forgotten registry buried and charred, somewhere in the fallen temple where the Fist of Rhalgar monks kept their records. Also the name of his teacher and her husband, Zaius' mother and father, and the ones who gave up their home, their duty, their faith, and their friends to give their son a chance at freedom across the ocean, in the strange continent of Eorza. Before that however they raised their child from birth to be a weapon, one that would defend Ala Mhigo against enemies without and within, one of the Fists of Rhalgar. The two practiced a frowned-upon variation of the martial arts and chakra aligning done by the Fist of Rhalgar, their sect known as the Furies of Halone. While the Fists were based on learning centering, balance, using their chakra to bring focused ruin upon their enemies, the Furies focused on unleashing the inner fury, raw primal instinct and the desire to win at all cost. While fearsome opponents in combat, more than once their temple came close to being sealed for the effects such training took upon the mind, body, and soul.<br />
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To that end, Zaius was told to kill for the first time when he was 6 years of age.<br />
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A treasured pet was put before him, and he was told to slay it. After a great deal of abuse he finally did so, not with the skills he'd learned, but with a knife sharpened to a razor's edge. He cried, as a child should have done. In front of the class, their teacher, his mother, berated him for how long he had taken. In private, she agonized with her husband; the two had hotly debated which school to enter him into, and had decided that he would follow in his mother's footsteps, as Fury. After seeing him suffer, she thought about abandoning his training altogether...yet together the two resolved to continue teaching their son. By now the city was beginning to turn on itself, the rebellion being funded and prosecuted in the shadows by the Garlean empire growing and seething. Many of the monks and fighters fell in with these elements, but there were those that saw what was to come; the end of their nation. So it was that with heavy hearts, Zaius' mother and father reached out to a trader from the continent of Eorza, a rare friend made on the field of battle, and made their decision: they would leave Ala Mhigo, abandon their sacred duty, their faith, their years of service, all for the chance to spare their son the horrors of what was to come. To escape their fellows, to be branded as traitors, and hunted until the war itself came in force would have killed nearly anyone.<br />
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Zaius was 9 years old when he and his parents made it to Ul'dah, weeks ahead of the war that never was.<br />
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===''1558 - 1564 : The Streets of Ul'dah''===<br />
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<spoiler>Life in Ul'dah was hard, even before more and more refugees from Ala Mhigo began to stream into the city. With few skills beyond their ability to kill, Zaius' parents were forced to take whatever work came their way, regardless of how moral or immoral it might have been. Fortunately for Zaius, the two had dedicated themselves to an entire city, a religion, as a way of life; rededicating themselves, now to their son, made it easy to ignore who they were defending, and who they were attacking. Not unaware of the dangers a pair of Keepers of the Moon living with their vulnerable son could bring down on themselves were they too vicious or cruel however, the pair took care to never work too strongly against one group or one side, the exception being the various Beastmen Tribes. Recognizing their own limits as a result of their focused training, they resolved that their child should have more options.<br />
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===''1565 - 1572 : Slave Ascendant''===<br />
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===''1573 - 1576 : Wanderer''===<br />
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===''1577 - 1578 : Aeon''===<br />
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===''1579 - Present : The Coral Sea''===<br />
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==<div style="background:#5B5B59;font-size:40px;padding:1px;color:#FFFFFF;"><center>''''' Character Connections '''''</center></div>==<br />
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The following characters may have the possibility of an RP link with Zaius:<br />
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::* Anyone who keeps informed of known adventurers. There pretty much isn't any levemaster that hasn't had a good deal of work done by Zaius.<br />
::* Anyone involved in the slave trade before the cataclysm.<br />
::* High-ranking members of the blacksmith guild; Zaius is a master smith.<br />
::* High-ranking members of the culinarians' guild; Zaius is a master chef.<br />
::* Anyone who participates in or watches matches in the Wolves' Den, or participates in any of the fighting in Cartenau<br />
::* Landowners in and around Ul'dah might have heard of a particular Keeper that watches property very closely.<br />
::* While Zaius is not an assassin, he's worked for nearly every group that would have him, good or bad, as long as there was a good fight to be had.<br />
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==<div style="background:#5B5B59;font-size:40px;padding:1px;color:#FFFFFF;"><center>''''' Trivia & Miscellaneous '''''</center></div>==<br />
::* (More to come!)<br />
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==<div style="background:#5B5B59;font-size:40px;padding:1px;color:#FFFFFF;"><center>''''' Artwork '''''</center></div>==<br />
[[File: Zaius right hulking.jpg|250px|thumb|left|By [[Lurial Vashir]]]]<br />
[[File: Zaius come to me.jpg|400px|thumb|right|By [[Lurial Vashir]]]]<br />
[[File: Triozaiustierganteldre1.png|325px|thumb|left|By [[Telos]]]]<br />
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==<div style="background:#5B5B59;font-size:40px;padding:1px;color:#FFFFFF;"><center>''''' Author's Notes '''''</center></div>==<br />
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Zaius' original name and tribe are long lost...or at least until I decide to actually develop them.<br />
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The correct pronunciation of his name would be "Zeye-us Rhal-Seer."<br />
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This character is on the Balmung server.<br />
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Zaius is rather coarse, blunt, and violent even when joking. Please remember this if you decide to say hi.<br />
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The design of this profile was stolen wholesale (but with permission) from [[Brynhilde Wulf]], who in turn used some elements created or inspired by: [[Deirdre Ta'ea]], [[Gharen Wolfsong]]<br />
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==<div style="background:#5B5B59;font-size:20px;padding:1px;color:#FFFFFF;"><center>'''''Change Log'''''</center></div>==<br />
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5th February 2015:<br />
::* General clean up of typos and other errors.<br />
::* Added information concerning Zaius' history in Free Companies.<br />
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4th February 2015:<br />
::* Up at last!</div>Dhemgeimhttps://wiki.ffxiv-roleplayers.com/index.php?title=Tiergan_Vashir&diff=76401Tiergan Vashir2015-02-20T03:25:09Z<p>Dhemgeim: /* Player Character Rumors */</p>
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| name = <div style="background:#444363;font-size:30px;color:#FFFFFF;"> Tiergan Vashir</div><br />
| image = Tier_long2.jpg<br />
| title = <br />
| gender = Male<br />
| citizenship = Ala Mhigan refugee<br />
| race = Miqo'te<br />
| clan = Mixed heritage<br />
| stat_1 = Place of birth<br />
| stat_1_value = Ala Mhigo<br />
| stat_2 = Age<br />
| stat_2_value = 29<br />
| stat_3 = Sexuality<br />
| stat_3_value = Pansexual<br />
| stat_4 = Height<br />
| stat_4_value = 5 fulms 10 ilms <br />
| stat_5 = Nameday<br />
| stat_5_value = 1st Sun of the 6th Umbral Moon <br />
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}}<font size="3">''Gladiator. Ala Mhigan. Slave.''</font> <br />
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Tiergan was seven when the Empire devastated Ala Mhigo - sparking the beginning of a life marred by violence, savage fighting pits, drugs, and chaos. His parents were slain trying to defend their home and he was separated from his elder sister, Lurial, when slavers captured him along with several other Ala Mhigan refugees fleeing from the region.<br />
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Now as an escaped gladiator-slave, Tiergan takes various jobs as a mercenary while slowly and methodically working to destroy his former-master's sprawling empire. For without facing the past - can a man truly be free?<br />
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==<div style="background:#444363; font-size:40px; color:#FFFFFF">Character<br/></div>==<br />
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| <span style="color:#f0f8ff">Frost Blue, nearly white in color.</span><br />
| <span style="color:#f0f8ff">Stark white.</span><br />
| <span style="color:#f0f8ff">Bronzed - especially from time in the Thanalan Sun</span><br />
| <span style="color:#f0f8ff">Fit, lean, and heavily muscled.</span><br />
| <span style="color:#f0f8ff">Low, deep, and sometimes rough.</span><br />
| <span style="color:#f0f8ff">Functional and simple, without flair. Slightly thicker padding and armor at his back.</span><br />
| <span style="color:#f0f8ff">Heavy scarring all across his body - particularly at his back. </span><br />
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<br/>With numerous scars running across his flesh like a latticework and a body swathed in a mix of plate, chain, and leather - Tiergan looks every bit the gladiator he once was. <br />
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He is tall for a miqo'te, standing at 5 fulms 8 ilms with broad shoulders and a thick, heavily-muscled frame. His skin is a golden bronze color further deepened by time in the sun - the richness of it marred by various scars of many types. His hair is a stark white, carelessly cut and styled without much regard to appearance. One need only to glance at the male to realise Tiergan places far more value on his clothing and possessions being functional then beautiful.<br />
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The male typically maintains a rigid, quiet, but subtly aggressive posture, his frost-blue gaze fierce and cold. He rarely seems relaxed and has an air about him like a coeurl forced into a corner - tensed, angry, and his eyes fixed upon any and all potential danger.<br />
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===<div style="background:#444363; font-size:30px; color:#FFFFFF">Behavior and Personality</div> ===<br />
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Around strangers, Tiergan strives to carry himself in a calm, somewhat stoic manner, keeping his thoughts and emotions close to the vest while watching closely for the behavior of others. However, he is easily swept up by anger, passion, and impulsiveness, often acting first and regretting later unless it is something he meticulously plans for. A lifetime of deceit, greed, and trickery has left the miqo'te wary and mistrustful of those around him and he struggles to be at peace when not alone. With friends and allies, the miqo'te has more difficulty concealing his emotions. The closer one becomes to him, the easier he is to read, transforming the mercenary from a cold, stand-offish figure to something of an open book. <br />
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Outside of combat, close contact of any kind sometimes triggers intense discomfort if the miqo'te is not expecting it. He maintains a respectful distance from others and only draws closer in a way that is obvious and offers plenty of time for the other to stop his approach if they feel threatened. Tiergan avoids speaking about his past history whenever possible, except that he was a refugee from Ala Mhigo, and tends not to pry into the history of others. Privately, Tiergan yearns for nothing more then something resembling a family or being with a group of people he can fully rely on. However, the very idea of letting down his guard and extending his trust to a large number of people makes him feel so exposed and vulnerable that he avoids doing so at all costs.<br />
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Though Tiergan believes on some level that the Twelve exist, he does not actively worship any of them save for Rhalgr, who he seems to pay respect to mainly in remembrance of the nation that had once been his home. He firmly believes everyone is in control of their own lives and can forge a different path whenever they so choose. He finds the concept of Fate abhorrent, particularly because it would mean much of his life's suffering was somehow destined.<br />
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==<div style="background:#444363; font-size:30px; color:#FFFFFF">Combat</div>==<br />
As a gladiator, Tiergan was known for throwing himself into battle with a blade in his right hand and a steel-gauntlet in his left. He preferred close-quarters combat and liked going on the offensive right from the start, moving in fast and aggressive with the hope of leaving precious little time for his adversary to guard or parry. He pressed hard, testing his opponent's defenses until he found blood and weakness. He dressed light - armoring only certain parts of his body while keeping much of the rest exposed - though whether this was due to some sort of strategy to help him move more swiftly or because he was forced to garb himself in that manner is unclear.<br />
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In current times, the miqo'te's fighting style has shifted slightly. Though he still mainly relies on speed and aggression to carve his way to victory, the mercenary is now often seen carrying a shield and - especially when fighting alongside others - tends to engage in battles from a more cautious, defense-minded approach. He is heavily armored, the plate, chain, and leather covering up most of his body (and subsequently, most of his scars.) <br />
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Casting his shield to the side is often a sign that the miqo'te has, in a sense, shifted back to his old ways and intends to seek blood in any way he can regardless of any damage to himself.<br />
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His greatest weakness is fighting ranged combatants that are able to keep him from closing the distance. He especially loathes fighting spell-casters of any kind and often rushes to get in close as soon as possible when facing one.<br />
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==<div style="background:#444363; font-size:30px; color:#FFFFFF">Occupation, Skills, and Pastimes</div>==<br />
Tiergan often describes himself as a mercenary, usually favoring jobs geared more towards combat such as escort missions, guarding people of interest, defending towns, or participating in all out attacks against bandit camps. He avoids jobs that may bring him too close to working for members of Ul'dah's dark underbelly and outright refuses missions that force him to subjugate the poor, the innocent, or the people of Little Ala Mhigo.<br />
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The miqo'te is a member of the Immortal Flames' Free Brigade. However, his name on any official documentation would come up as V'rahn Tia.<br />
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:'''Likes:'''<br />
:*Quiet, peaceful places<br />
:*The ocean and the sound of the surf<br />
:*Rich, heavily-spiced food<br />
:*Booze<br />
:*Friendly spars<br />
:*Murdering Lanistae<br />
:*"Those little fluffy cakes at the Quicksand with the white powder on them." ''(Depending on who asks, he will deny this to his very last breath.)''<br />
:*Aldgoat Steak<br />
:*Soft, soothing music.<br />
:*Travel<br />
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:'''Dislikes:'''<br />
:*Crowds<br />
:*Tight, enclosed spaces<br />
:*Being restrained in any fashion<br />
:*Illegal Fighting Pits<br />
:*Strangers that ask too many questions<br />
:*Slavers and slave-owners<br />
:*Powders or potions that he can't identify<br />
:*Being pressed on details about his history<br />
:*Certain types of magic<br />
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:'''Skills:'''<br />
:*Swordsmanship<br />
:*Hand-To-Hand Combat<br />
:*Throwing Weapons<br />
:*Tracking<br />
:*Identifying certain drugs and poisons<br />
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:'''Fears:'''<br />
:*Allowing anyone to see or touch his exposed back.<br />
:*Returning to his old life as a slave.<br />
:*Being hunted for the rest of his life.<br />
:*Being unable to kill his former-master.<br />
:*Endangering his family or his allies.<br />
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==<div style="background:#444363;font-size:40px;padding:1px;color:#FFFFFF;">Relationships</div>==<br />
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Immortal Flames Free Brigade<br><br />
Ul'dah Adventurer's Guild<br />
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=== Family ===<br />
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Tiergan was born into a life of poverty. However, most of his memories of that time were happy ones due to his parents shielding their children from the insanity and chaos caused by Ala Mhigo's King of Ruin.<br />
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<br/>'''Father:''' V'rahn Nunh ''(deceased)'' - Seeker of the Sun - Formerly a Tia that had grown tired with his life in his tribe. The scarlet haired male left to forge a path of his own and ended up in Ala Mhigo where he met his mate, Siha. He took on the last name 'Nunh' after his children were born as a cheeky way of showing he now had a 'tribe'.<br />
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'''Mother:''' Siha Ashir ''(deceased)'' - Keeper of the Moon - Similarly to V'rahn, Siha had left her tribe to experience the world outside of the usual traditions of Moon Keeper life and ended up in Ala Mhigo where she met and settled with her mate. They were both slain attempting to protect their children in the midst of the rebellion and the Garlean advance on Ala Mhigo.<br />
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'''Aunt:''' V'ira Tarja ''(deceased)'' - Seeker of the Sun - V'rahn's fiery sister. She left their tribe alongside V'rahn, eager to experience the world outside of its confines, and traveled with him to Ala Mhigo.<br />
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'''Uncle:''' C'aseen the Poet ''(deceased)'' - Seeker of the Sun - A monk in the ranks of the Fists of Rhalgr who yearned for unmatched power in order to defend his way of life unopposed. He fell madly in love with V'ira and would spend nights singing ballads to her, not realising she was fighting feelings for him. Eventually they would come together and sire a red-haired boy who V'ira named Vailyx.<br />
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'''Sister: [[Lurial Vashir]]''' - Both Tiergan and Lurial were given more Hyur-sounding names to help them fit in more easily amongst the mostly Hyuran population. Their last name is a combination of Siha's family name and Rahn's tribe. Lurial is an information broker by trade, based in Ul'dah and often watches out for her brother even if he does not always notice.<br />
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'''Cousin: [[Vailyx the Swifttail]]''' ''(MIA)'' - Seeker of the Sun - As children, Vailyx, Tiergan, and Lurial were a cheerful, rambunctious trio that were constantly playing together and occasionally getting into all manner of trouble whenever Vailyx came up with a clever plan. As he was the oldest of the group, Vailyx often was protective of his younger siblings and young Tiergan looked up to Vailyx deeply, seeing him as both his best friend and role model. The young miqo'te attempted to emulate his older cousin in any way he could. Tiergan has not seen Vailyx since he was seven, and was unaware that Vailyx survived the Fall of Ala Mhigo until recently. He still holds onto the hope that Vailyx may still yet be alive.<br />
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'''Cousin: [[Caen Jabari]]''' - Seeker of the Sun - A sprightly, acrobatic youth without any memory of his past. Tiergan was initially unaware of Caen's existence as the youth was born long after Tiergan was enslaved. The former-gladiator was later overjoyed to learn that he not only had another surviving relative, but that Caen was the younger brother to Vailyx. He's is now determined to protect Caen as he believes Vailyx would and to give the boy the family Caen has been missing for five long years.<br />
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===<div style="background:#444363;font-size:30px;padding:1px;color:#FFFFFF;">Romance</div>===<br />
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Tiergan is a man who actively avoids romance. While he has slept with various men and women on a casual basis and shared his bed with many during his time as a slave, his history is largely violent and full of unhealthy relationships both intimate and not. The last major romantic relationship of his past ended with the death of his lover and the sense that he catastrophically failed to protect the woman he loved. He badly hurt the last two people he attempted to romance in current times in ways that ended the courtship, largely viewing the failed relationships as being a direct result of the kind of unpleasant person his life experiences have forged him into.<br />
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This, along a fear of being confined and controlled from his time as a slave, makes him incredibly skittish of romancing anyone. The overwhelming tide of sensations that come with forging a romance are far too intense and too raw, leaving him with the strong potential to lash out in one way or another. He enjoys casual intimacy amongst close friends, but responds with extreme discomfort or even panic if pressed to draw into a relationship of a far more serious nature as it triggers far too many unpleasant memories.<br />
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['''OOC:''' Romance RP not one of the main focuses of my RP. I enjoy romantic tension and conflict. If your character attempts to romance Tiergan, do so knowing that it most likely result in a clusterfuck that has an extremely small chance of turning into a normal RP relationship. ]<br />
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===<div style="background:#444363;font-size:30px;color:#FFFFFF;">''Player Character Relationships''</div>===<br />
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<br><center>''<font style="color:#F02311;" size="3">♥</font> Romantic Interest&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<font style="color:#000000;" size="3">♥</font> Sexual Desire&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font> Platonic Love &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<font style="color:#4e9362;" size="3">●</font> Good Standing&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<font style="color:#8f8377;" size="3">●</font> Neutral Standing&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<font style="color:#C24640;" size="3">●</font> Poor Standing&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<font style="color:#F02311;" size="3"><b>!</b></font> Recent Standing Change</center>''<br />
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<td style="width:50%";><font style="color:#F02311;" size="3">♥</font><font style="color:#000000;" size="3">♥</font><font style="color:#4e9362;" size="3">●</font><font style="color:#C24640;" size="3">●</font>'''[[Zaius Rhal'seer]]''' : Tiergan's relationship with Zaius is one so complex and confusing that not even Tiergan himself is sure what to call the towering onyx-skinned miqo'te at any given moment. One minute they could appear as close as lovers and in the next, Tiergan could look ready to tear out the other man's throat. It's clear the two have a great deal of history together - but Tiergan often refuses to go into detail about it. They are currently in something of an open-relationship and his feelings for the man run strong and deep, yet a potent mix of pride and fury prevents him from ever acknowledging them publicly.</td><br />
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<td><font style="color:#4e9362;" size="3">●</font>'''[[Brynhilde Wulf]]''' : Though there was initially a mild degree of friction between Tiergan and Brynhilde born out of mutual mistrust, Tiergan has come to deeply respect Brynhilde and her goals, finding her to be intelligent, pragmatic, and sensitive to the plight of the poor and the exploited. Over time, their friendship as only grown, with Tiergan privately considering Brynhilde one of his closest and truest companions as they work together against a common threat.</td><br />
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<td><font style="color:#4e9362;" size="3">●</font>'''[[Faolan Woodlock]]''' : A peculiar young woodsman who lives deep in the wood on the fringes between Coerthas and the Black Shroud. Tiergan was initially frustrated by the hyur's reclusive, stubborn nature, but as they came to know each other better, Tiergan gained a greater understanding into the hermit's way of life and how the struggle against nature forged the hyur into what he was. Tiergan occasionally makes the trek towards Faolan's territory, to seek out advice and to learn the very beginnings of conjury. Recently, bizarre events have made Tiergan extremely wary of the woodsman, but also terrified for the hermit's future safety. The wheel turns. The Cycle begins again.</td><br />
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<td><font style="color:#000000;" size="3">♥</font><font style="color:#4e9362;" size="3">●</font>'''[[Teld're Eska'aldren]]''': An enigmatic young man with a violent past. Tiergan often refers to Teld're as a 'storm siren' for the swordsman's dangerous, storm-like nature and his tendency to pull others to him with a sense of charismatic grace. It has become a source of both fascination and frustration for Tiergan as he often finds himself unable to simply walk away when Teld're calls for him -- far too allured by the swordsman's voice. Over time their friendship shifted into a far more heated, passionate bond, awakening something within Tiergan that is equal parts violent, possessive, and protective.<br />
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<td><font style="color:#4e9362;" size="3">●</font>'''[[Ja'ren A'lenthin]]''' : A cheerful and rambunctious Moon Keeper. Though they don't always get along, and a moment of betrayal tore a gaping rift in their friendship for several moons, Tiergan ultimately views A'len as a youth that needs someone to stand by him as he privately struggles with inner demons. </td><br />
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<td><font style="color:#4e9362;" size="3">●</font>'''[[Flickering Ember]]''': A blind young woman with tremendous heart. Tiergan finds Ember to be both an endearing friend with an innocent, inquisitive mind -- and a prime example of survival and perseverance in the harsh Thanalan landscape. Her joy and curiosity is infectious.</td><br />
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<td><font style="color:#4e9362;" size="3">●</font>'''[[Garrett Slater]]''': A quiet, strong, but kind-hearted man -- Tiergan often finds Garrett at the side of his younger cousin Caen, acting as the guardian and elder-brother that Tiergan sometimes cannot be. When it comes to Caen's welfare, the two men are often in agreement on numerous topics (particularly when it comes to a man named Artorias Mason.) and Tiergan find himself more at ease leaving Caen to his own devices if he knows Garrett is somewhere close by.</td><br />
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<td><font style="color:#8f8377;" size="3">●</font>'''[[Juste Fantome]]''': A silent phantom shrouded in secrecy. Tiergan is never sure what to make of the towering elezen that seems to observe and protect others from the shadows. The man rarely speaks of his motives, and the revelation that Juste was, in some way, Garlean, has sewn considerable mistrust in the miqo'te's heart. And yet, Tiergan finds it impossible to deny that Juste has been working hard to act as a guardian to others -- though for what reason, Tiergan isn't certain. </td><br />
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<td><font style="color:#4e9362;" size="3">●</font>'''[[Niko'lai Lynxion]]''': Though Tiergan first regarded the older miqo'te with considerable mistrust and suspicion, they eventually became fast friends over their shared history, both as former-slaves and as miqo'te from the Gyr Abania region. Upon learning of Niko'lai's growing romantic feelings for him, however, Tiergan flew into a violent panic, pushing Niko'lai away and avoiding the other miqo'te for several moons.<br><br><br />
It wasn't until recently that Tiergan returned and apologised for his cowardice, though the mercenary seems relieved to see Niko'lai has already moved on, finding a lover that reciprocates the bard's affections. </td><br />
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<td><font style="color:#C24640;" size="3">●</font>'''[[Varus Adelric Rosenthal]]''' : Tiergan's first meeting with Varus began and ended with pain and agony. The former-gladiator despises the hyur magister and goes out of his way to avoid contact with the man when possible. The fact that the magister seems intent upon harming his sister has sparked an even deeper fury, compelling Tiergan to disrupt or destroy whatever plans Varus may have for the future.</td><br />
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<td><font style="color:#C24640;" size="3">●</font>'''[[Artorias Mason]]''' : An arrogant, destructive hyur who constantly places Tiergan's younger cousin in danger, Tiergan has grown increasingly frustrated with Mason's lack of control, insight, and consideration towards others. After Caen's life was threatened again and again through Mason's foolishness, Tiergan's rage has spiked to the point where violence is very much an option the mercenary intends to use in order to keep Artorias away.</td><br />
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==<div style="background:#444363; font-size:40px; color:#FFFFFF">Rumors</div>==<br />
=== Common Rumors ===<br />
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::*"That man? Ah, he's jus' a mercenary. Tends to pick jobs that mostly revolve around fightin' and beatin' the stuffing outta someone - but what mercenary doesn't these days?" <br />
::*"I see that one wandering about Little Ala Mhigo from time to time. He doesn't speak much - just arrives, drops off food, supplies, and what have you to the people there - and leaves after exchanging words with only a few select individuals."<br />
::*"Tiergan - eh? He used to be quite the successful gladiator at the Coliseum back in the day. Haven't seen him fight in a little over three years though."<br />
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=== Moderate Rumors ===<br />
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::*"Oh, he ''seems'' like the calm and collected sort, sure, but hit him in the back - ''hard'' - an' he fights like a demon unleashed!"<br />
::*"Thal's balls! I used to bet on that man in the fightin' pits - the ones ''outside'' the Coliesum that the Brass Blades turn a blind eye too. Used t'create a right bloody spectacle whenever he stepped in the ring. Haven't seen him fight in some time though. Not sure what happened."<br />
::*"I think he might have a sister? She works as an information broker in Ul'dah. Don't know if they particularly like each other though - no one's ever seen them spending much time together."<br />
::*"I see that one leaving the city all the time. Sometimes it's just for a usual job or mission. Other times, he vanishes for days and sometimes comes back bloodied and bruised. He'll say he was simply on a rough job - but the look on his face says it was something much, much more sinister then that. Best not to keep close company with that one, I say."<br />
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=== Rare Rumors ===<br />
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::*"That one's a slave, or at least he used to be. Fought on the Bloodsands for one of the most brutal men alive. It's a miracle he's even free."<br />
::*"I hear a criminal lord that goes by the name 'Omen' used to own that one. Would pay good coin to have him brought back too. The man rarely lets his slaves loose - usually the only way out is a mountain of gil or death."<br />
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=== Player Character Rumors ===<br />
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::*''(( Feel free to add something! Just give me a heads up when you do. ))''<br />
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::* "Aw, yus! He's m'big cousin! But I call him m'bro cus I can. He's brave an' all. S'got a big sword too! But he thinks he can tussle wiv'is mitts better than me and that's jus' bonkers! I love 'im like crazy, but no one c'n tussle like I can!" ''~Caen Jabari''<br />
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::* "Despite having a serious case of the grumpies, Tiergan will always have a special place in both my heart and in my family. Whenever he needs to run away from his problems, I'm happy to be his jogging partner" --''[[Niko'lai Lynxion]]''<br />
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::* "We have a way with each other. If you've a issue with him; you've a problem with me. So pray you have no issues with him..." ~ [[Teld're Eska'aldren]]<br />
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::* "Tiergan? Oh, we go back a ways, heh. One of a handful I'd have at my back at a fight. Of course, I prefer him ''on'' his back, but. He needs a break now and then." ~ [[Zaius Rhal'seer]]<br />
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::* "Meine liebe Katzebruder. A man of honour and compassion. I would entrust my life tae him, and I hope he would say the same for me. I have seen him many a time put himself in harms way tae protect others, and it is this selflessness that earns him the well-deserved respect of his peers. In short, he is a dear and trusted friend... And surprisingly well-built, for a cat. A pity." -- [[Brynhilde Wulf]]<br />
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::* "Wyzntier is as I call him. White Beast. It is as it sounds. He is cruel and merciless if you are a threat, as beasts are. Wild, free, untamed, he has no hesitation in a fight should you truly wish one so skilled. He would embrace this beast, too, whole-heartedly. Yet he is the white of a canvas; full of potential. The events that shall happen will shape him, perhaps in the ways that he wishes to be or perhaps in ways she fears. Yet, to remain so blank is impossible for one who believes himself unable to avoid bloodshed." ~ [[Staelufre Lysmerl]]<br />
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<div style="background:#444363; font-size:40px; color:#FFFFFF">History/Timeline</div><br />
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=== Childhood ===<br />
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Tiergan was seven when the Empire devastated Ala Mhigo. His parents were slain trying to defend their home and he was separated from his older sister, Lurial, when slavers captured him along with several other Ala Mhigan refugees fleeing from the region.<br />
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Sold to a shrewd and wealthy merchant, Tiergan spent the next six years burrowing in mines and quarries, performing hard labour along with many other child-workers who had been bought for the same purpose. With each year that passed, the youngling grew more angry, vicious, and aggressive - making him difficult to control and risky to keep. His memories of life before the quarries were beginning to fade, but he still recalled the kind voice of his mother, the warm strength of his father, and the sister he'd been torn away from when the madness began.<br />
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Instead of putting the slave down and wasting an investment, the merchant eventually traveled to the Ul'dahn Black Markets and resold Tiergan as a potential gladiator slave to a secretive criminal lord known only as "Omen." The youth made his first kill not long after, when he was thrust into a room with another child of the same age and told that only one of them would be permitted to leave alive to become a gladiator.<br />
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The years that followed were a frenzied blur of harsh, rigorous training; brutal combat in illegal fighting arenas; and terrifying, nightmarish visions. Blackroot Rose leaves were used to give the youth a cruel, but lethal advantage towards the start of his 'career' and somnus was used to calm the boy afterwards, making him docile. The constant back and forth between frenzied uncontrollable violence and mind-numbing calm nearly turned the youngling into a shattered mess. However, as Tiergan grew more powerful in his own right, the use of Blackroot Rose became blessedly less frequent, eventually stopping all together.<br />
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With time, Lurial heard word of Tiergan and tracked him down. The brother and sister found ways to meet and stay in contact, their strong sibling bond becoming unbreakable over time as they took solace in the fact the other had survived and they were not truly alone.<br />
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=== Adulthood ===<br />
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At the age of 17, Tiergan was moved into the adult slave pens. There, an unusual hierarchy was established where the strongest slave - designated as the "Alpha" - received special privileges and treatment in exchange for keeping all of the other slaves in line. The Alpha status was signified by a single red band around the upper arm and other slaves could fight the reigning Alpha with hopes of defeating them and taking their place.<br />
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Savagely clawing his way to the top, Tiergan reached Alpha status within a year. There, he embraced luxuries and pleasures he'd previously been denied, freedoms he'd never truly known. With each day that passed, the more the miqo'te indulged himself in a world of sadistic aggression, pitiless savagery, and hedonistic dominance. He took what he wanted, touched what he liked, forcing others to bend to his needs and desires as he took advantage of everything being an 'Alpha' afforded him. There were three other equally powerful contenders for the position. However, through a combination of luck and skill, the Tiergan managed to remain Alpha for three solid years until he lost the position to Zaius - a vicious, towering miqo'te with unparalleled strength and a sharp, calculating mind, who had only arrived within the pens a week before.<br />
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At first, Tiergan viewed Zaius with a great deal of resentment. After spending so much time at the top, the idea that someone could simply appear and defeat him within a week of arriving was infuriating. To make matters worse, the older, stronger male was often cruel and abrasive, mistreating Tiergan at every possible opportunity. Other slaves that had always fought Tiergan one-on-one in hopes of stealing his position, swiftly began ganging up on him in groups to exact revenge. Omen's men no longer regarded him with any measure of respect and he was denied all of the things he'd once enjoyed.<br />
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In desperation to regain his position, Tiergan clashed with Zaius often, fighting with the other male over and over, until eventually a frenzied, tumultuous relationship developed. Gradually, the abuse Tiergan faced at the hands of others vanished as he fell under Zaius' protection. Even Omen's men hesitated to bring Tiergan any harm, his bond with Zaius swinging wildly between enemy, friend, and lover. Tiergan's emotions fell into conflict, his sense of pride making it difficult for Tiergan to see Zaius as anything other then a hated enemy or rival to be defeated... while Zaius' tendency to protect and defend him made it hard for Tiergan not to feel a little appreciation and even fondness for the older miqo'te. As the years passed, Zaius became both his most hated opponent and most valued, trusted confidant. Zaius knew him better than any other, and having a 'friend' that he could quietly rely on, someone who always had his back -- even if it came at a price -- was an experience that radically changed Tiergan's perceptions. <br />
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It wasn't until sudden rioting erupted amongst the slaves and one of the walls to the pens exploded that Tiergan was eventually able to escape. With countless other slaves fighting each other and pouring out of the opening, Tiergan and many others were able to flee Omen's control. Tiergan later learned it was all orchestrated by her sister who had been planning to liberate him, but had no way of relaying the news. The gladiator-slave was finally free.<br />
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His first taste of freedom did not come easy. His time as a slave had forged him into a rough, heartless man of violence with a sadistic streak tempered only by the fact that he'd been humbled by Zaius. It took him a little more than two years years, with Lurial and others gently (and sometimes not so gently) guiding him every step of the way, for Tiergan to unlearn many old, brutal habits and to transform into a far more quiet, balanced individual.<br />
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=== Present ===<br />
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Since his escape, Tiergan has become a mercenary, taking on whatever jobs he can to survive. Omen placed a notable bounty on his head in order to have the gladiator returned back to the Pits, only for Tiergan to respond by either killing the bounty hunters that pursue him or sending them back to Ul'dah with broken, shattered bones. While he is a relatively quiet man and does not draw too much attention to himself save during combat -- he doesn't always fully disguise himself when going about his life in Ul'dah, relying on the considerably large miqo'te population to help him blend in with the crowd. He will sometimes however, give his father's name in the place of his own when signing documents that can leave an obvious paper-trail for others to follow.<br />
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He's often seen around Little Ala Mhigo and other nearby refugee camps, delivering food and supplies to the people there, before leaving as swiftly as he came. Every once in a while however, Tiergan heads out on his own, vanishing for a long stretch of time and coming back days later, bloodied and disheveled. He engages on a bloody vengeful crusade, tracking down Omen's men, slaughtering them, and disrupting his old master's activities in hopes of bringing the man's vast empire crumbling down to the foundations. Knowing that inciting Omen's anger too much would cause him more problems than he could manage, Tiergan takes great care not only to disguise himself during these 'hunts', but to kill everyone that might return to speak of the destruction he sows and is relentless in his brutality and rage.<br />
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He looks back upon his past with a mix of anger, deep regret, and an infuriating sense of yearning he cannot shake. As much as he hated being shackled by anyone and privately wishes he could atone for the depravity of his actions as an Alpha, a small and terrible part of him can't help but miss the position and all the luxuries he enjoyed. It is a dark, unpleasant part of him that the miqo'te keeps buried, hoping that with time, it will eventually go away.<br />
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==<div style="background:#444363; font-size:40px; color:#FFFFFF">Character Connections</div>==<br />
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The following characters may have the possibility of an RP link with Tiergan:<br />
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::* A gladiator or anyone affiliated with the gladiator's guild - they would recognise Tiergan a fellow gladiator who was successful in the coliseum. He was known for wielding a sword and a steel, clawed gauntlet when fighting and wore a brass gorget around his neck.<br />
::* Anyone has ties to the Ul'dahn criminal underground - they might have seen Tiergan brawling it out in illegal combat pits. If they frequented them often enough or had deep enough ties, they would also know he was a gladiator-slave.<br />
::* If your character has really REALLY strong ties to the Ul'dahn criminal underground - they would know he was owned by "Omen."<br />
::* Fellow mercenaries - they may have worked together at one point or another. Or they would recognise Tiergan as another mercenary who often took jobs that involved either violence, killing, or guarding something.<br />
::* Ala Mhigans, Ala Mhigan refugees, and people living or working in Little Ala Mhigo.<br />
::* Fellow slaves - anyone who was enslaved shortly after the Garlean Empire struck down Ala Mhigo, was a child-laborer, or was a slave may have connections to Tiergan.<br />
::* Bounty hunters may know of the sizable bounty on Tiergan's head. He is wanted alive.<br />
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== Annotations ==<br />
I completely and shamelessly ripped off of the page of [[Brynhilde Wulf]] after asking her for permission first. Because DAYUM - it was awesome looking.</div>Dhemgeimhttps://wiki.ffxiv-roleplayers.com/index.php?title=Jancis_Milburga&diff=76399Jancis Milburga2015-02-20T03:19:44Z<p>Dhemgeim: /* PC Rumors */</p>
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| name = Jancis Milburga<br />
| image = Ffxiv 05032014 021437.png<br />
| imagewidth = <br />
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| gender = Female<br />
| citizenship = Limsa (Nomad)<br />
| race = Hyur<br />
| clan = Midlander<br />
| stat_1 = Age<br />
| stat_1_value = Between 23-26 (Unknown)<br />
| stat_3 = Occupation<br />
| stat_3_value = Conjurer/Healer<br />
| stat_4 = Height/Weight<br />
| stat_4_value = 5 fulms, 2 ilms / 115 ponz<br />
| stat_5 = Guardian<br />
| stat_5_value = [[Thaliak, the Scholar]]<br />
| stat_6 = Other Given Names<br />
| stat_6_value = <ul><li>Milly</li> <li>Solkeim "Blessed Violet"</li> <li>Jan</li> <li>Janny</li></ul><br />
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'''Jancis Milburga''', a midlander hyur, is an merchant's daughter orphaned in the Twelveswood and forced to come into her own.<br />
==<div style="background: #BEBEBE; padding: 0.5em;">''Appearance''</div>==<br />
Jancis is overall quite plain in her manner of attire and appearance; though she keeps herself kept she does not follow the fashion or trends of higher classes or wear makeup. <br />
Her hands are soft and she'll typically wear gloves to protect them. <br />
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Jancis has an alto voice range and no vocal training.<br />
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'''Beyond what the character actually wears:''' <br />
*Around her neck is a simple chain holding a handmade ring with a lapis lazuli gem in it.<br />
*Has a plain handkerchief of cotton (not always the same one she constantly gives it away).<br />
*Typically has a small book-sized satchel containing basic medical supplies, a map, and a waterskin.<br />
*There is a wand or other natural-wood on her person or in her satchel.<br />
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'''Scars:''' <br />
*A knife scar across her cheek done in a traditional design which has stretched and faded as she's come into adulthood. Received as a child.<br />
*A keloid scar with a spider-like style with thin branches on her stomach and on her lower back; gotten from being impaled with a conjured stalagmite from [[Melfice Vainchelon]] in disguise.<br />
*Right shoulder has small jagged scars from the claws and teeth of a possessed imp attack. Received while rescuing [[L'aenoh Tia]] from a dark blood mage.<br />
*Three indented slots on her left side starting at her lower ribs which look like a giant fork stabbed her (which is what happened). Inflicted by [[Augustine Frost]] while under the influence of "Pink Primal" [[Memeli Meli]].<br />
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==<div style="background: #BEBEBE; padding: 0.5em;">''General Demeanor''</div>==<br />
Jancis is awkward socially, ranging from blunt questions to over elaborate sentences as if talking in a storybook. <br />
She calls nearly everyone by some kind of title and will avoid saying the name of people she does not care about. <br />
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Having a kind heart, Jancis is very patient and forgiving with others. She's happiest when she is feeling useful and is a good follower. <br />
Has a soft spot for children and young animals, but in general she's very 'hands on' touching people on their arms or shoulders and taking their hands to make connection.<br />
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Fearless and willing to speak up to bring about understanding and clarification on matters she finds to be wrong, particularly if it is hurting someone.<br />
Defensive of friends and allies, or those she deems in duress, she will stand up in protection and literally block words or physical attempts of harm.<br />
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==<div style="background: #BEBEBE; padding: 0.5em;">''Combat - Views/Behavior''</div>==<br />
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*<b>Skills</b><br />
:*While not very smart in battle, Jancis does not fear it. She will go in and try to support everyone she's an ally with regardless of her own safety. <br />
:*As a conjurer, Jancis is sensitive to the elements and through training has become more sensitive to the aether and magicks around people she's close to, giving her an edge on healing serious conditions at crucial times. <br />
:*She's light of foot and quick to find a place she thinks will not hinder her allies.<br />
:*She is trained in poisons and venoms, taking them herself in small doses to build up an immunity. She will use it as a rudimentary attack by throwing and misting as a distraction.<br />
:*Trained with basics of a shield and staff. Usually does not have both at once and will two-hand whichever she has. Carries a wand and has natural items on her person at all times to form conjuration.<br />
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*<b>Weaknesses</b><br />
:*Jancis is typically too preoccupied watching her allies she fails to watch out for herself and would be an easy target. <br />
:*Her strength and dexterity in a fight is not too keen and she would easily fall in one-on-one battle.<br />
:*Her ability to "read" aether is a novice level, so things that are unnatural or done by an arcanist she cannot undo by the same means. She can do little more than sense the presence of aether.<br />
:*Being a conjurer, she relies on her voice to call out to the elements to assist her. Anything that would hinder that or interrupt her would leave her to rely on physical abilities alone.<br />
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==<div style="background: #BEBEBE; padding: 0.5em;">''Tendencies''</div>==<br />
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:*Jancis grew up mostly on her own out in the wild of the Shroud. Her habits and words do not follow current culture 100%; she will use odd terms and not understand idioms.<br />
:*Wearing pants her entire childhood, she compensates for typical 'style' by wearing leggings.<br />
:*Apologizes constantly.<br />
:*Tends to be hands-on with people, touching their arm or shoulder, and does not understand the concept of personal space.<br />
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<div style="background: #BEBEBE; padding: 0.5em;"><b>''Likes''</b></div><br />
::*Children and young animals.<br />
::*Feeling useful & following others.<br />
::*Natural trinkets:flowers, sea shells, rocks, etc.<br />
::*Being called by a nickname.<br />
::*Fruit, by itself or in other things like drinks.<br />
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<div style="background: #BEBEBE; padding: 0.5em;"><b>''Dislikes''</b></div><br />
::*Mistrust and dishonesty.<br />
::*The unnatural/voidsent.<br />
::*Loud noises.<br />
::*Corrupted people, power grabbing, misconduct.<br />
::*Being called "Child" or childish.<br />
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<div style="background: #BEBEBE; padding: 0.5em;"><b>''Hobbies/Talents''</b></div><br />
::*Reading/Writing<br />
::*Healing Arts<br />
::*Poisons,Venoms, and basic Herbal uses<br />
::*Basic Cooking<br />
::*Conjuring<br />
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==<div style="background: #BEBEBE; padding: 0.5em;">''Relationships''</div>==<br />
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Jancis has no known family.<br />
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====<div style="margin: 0.5em; padding: 0em 1em;">PC Friends</div>====<br />
<div style="background: #BEBEBE; margin: 0em 2em; padding: 0.25em; width: 39em;">&nbsp;&nbsp;(<font style="color: #DC143C;">♥</font> = Romantic Interest, <font style="color: #AC58FA">♥</font> = Platonic Care, ♥ = Trusted, ♦ = Company, ♠ = Deceased )</div><br />
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• [[A'rho Tia]] - A humorous and giving aether user and Something of an artist to Jancis. Met via Rinilda and spoke in-length at the Grindstone one night about healing and even assisted in smaller wounds. Met again and spent a good deal of time together during All Saint's Wake where the man continued to encourage and compliment the conjurer's costume. Jancis is easily enchanted and smiling at the man for his witty humor and curious ways he shows care to those around him, particularly his twin brother and L'aenoh. "Master A'rho".<br><br />
• [[A'randr Tia]] - Twin of A'rho. Met at the Saint's Wake Party. Shy smiling man. Sells tobacco and other smoking novelties. Enjoys juice boxes, particularly apple. "Lord A'randr"<br><br />
• [[Aaron Frostheart]] - Swordsman. Jancis met at the Grindstone particular when the man tried to refuse aid to his wounds. The two continue to meet up at random times and she tries to talk to the otherwise quiet and conflicted man. Hugged her after returning his sword in a surprise display. "Champion Frostblood" "Sir Frostblood"<br><br />
♦ [[Ameline Valtin]] - Coral Sea. Elezen from from a prominent family, Jancis met during Oscare's Story Time in La Noscea. Accompanied to find her lover's family who was being plagued by their patriarch. Adept with lance. "Lady Ameline"<br><br />
• [[Aya Foxheart]] - Barmaid of the Quicksand. Jancis met when Cici introduced them after missing one another for many moons. Always smiles and greets. Refuses help from or be served by passively. Fond of Limsa. Visits on and off particular after the HoD event. Knows Val. Has northern accent. Recited poem during Halone's pilgrimage. Jancis loves to listen to stories and the thoughts of the woman, admiring her ability to do the same for other adventurers. Regards the former guard and lancer as a healer for the work she does feeding and serving in the busiest place in all of Eorzea. Aya always replies that it is 'not that busy'. "Lady Aya"<br><br />
• [[Berrod Armstrong]] - Fist fighter in Oscare's FC. Blunt intimidating man. Had to heal at Grindstone previously. Every time she does, he is quiet and reserved. Surprised by his change of demeanor. "Lord Berrod", "Sir Armstrong", "Berry"<br><br />
<font style="color: #AC58FA" size="3">♥</font>&nbsp;[[Coatleque Crofte]]:&nbsp;A strong-willed knight, Jancis met her through guild masters to tutor and teach in the basics of conjuration. Becoming trusted friends, the two travel together often and share studies. Cici is like family to Jancis and is her first source of comfort and will typically try to follow her around despite the city politics and protocol. Though Jancis fails to understand much of the subtle work Cici does, she still will speak up about the shadow sides of it. Is usually left in the dark on her "sister's" real activities, but trusts the intention and meaning behind the secrets. To others Jancis will refer to her as "Lady Crofte" but personally will call her "CiCi". [[http://imgur.com/a/iSkZu#6 Gallery]] <spoiler><br />
'''Current Goals'''<br />
*[[http://ffxiv-roleplayers.com/showthread.php?tid=8325 Considering their long times apart, Jancis has taken to writing the knight about meetings and thoughts.]]<br />
*Ask about this mysterious man whose name she does not know, [[James Taeros]], that Cici was stuck to during the entire Starlight Ball.<br />
*''You dropped the Bomb on Me, Cici'' After being pulled into troubles with a enthusiastic smuggler, Jancis gets pulled into a inter-city event with [[Coatleque Crofte]].<br />
:*Noticing before her mission to Gridania that the knight is spending more time in Limsa, she overhears some work about following up on a man named Nero and hiring [[Fio Arasgain]] to assist in the matter.<br />
:*[[Otto Vann]] has asked about [[Natalie Mcbeef]], which Jancis told her what little she knew of the encounter in Limsa, but failed to get the lady knight's attention to tell her of his inquiry. After offering, Jancis looks for Cici to find out more about the problem. Both talk about it, learning that Master Vann has turned down an offer from Lady McBeef to get involved.<br />
:*While following a lead about some certain confiscated cargo, Jancis makes a very violent run-in with McBeef and her associates only one recognized is Cici ([[Jana Ridah]], [[Askier Mergrey]], [[Delial Grimsong]], Brynnalia) looking to gain information on a man named [[Nero Lazarov]]. Jancis received many lacerations from bomb explosions and being attacked by the two arcanists directly. Jancis is going to confront Cici about this assault and find out who, in fact, attacked her.<br />
::*Cici visits Jancis at the Still Shore, sharing what she can about the warehouse fiasco. [[http://i.imgur.com/Rcw2fmp.jpg Scene]]<br />
::*Only name Jancis has is "Miss Ridah". Otto is sure it is Jana, who Jancis remembers from his "Fight Club".<br />
:*Learning the attack also caused the demise of Lady McBeef at the pilgrimage for [[Nald'thal, the Trader]]. Able to travel once more after her wounds, Jancis returns to Ul'dah to catch up with Cici and learn more about what happened at the warehouse.<br />
:*Following Cici to Drybone, Jancis overhears part of a conversation with an unknown Sultansword, the Brynnalia woman Jancis knew as a Maelstrom captain, about scouting and finding out more about a house in the Goblet that is a link to Nero and the warehouse.<br />
'''Past Events'''<br />
:*During Coatleque's conjury training in Gridania the two were roommates, helping Jancis break out of her initial social blocks and gaining eachother's trust.<br />
:*In an invasion against Ul'dah, Jancis was drawn in when the knight had an explosive collar locked on her neck. Keeping her company in a safe place outside of the city. Returning later at a pained linkshell call, Cici wounded herself severly in order to disable her from going forward with the plan.<br />
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♥ [[Chachanji Gegenji]] - Sultansworn in Coral Sea and the ideal model for the future Jancis hopes to support and help. Met briefly in Quicksand and then at Grindstone. Infiltrated a den of cultists looking for hostages together; Jancis was very taken by his insistence on disarming and incapacitating the foes they encountered as opposed to outright force. Two have grown closer upon hearing more about his family including his missing brother and the potpie his mother would make. Looks to "halp" people. Snuck into Memeli's slumber party and got kissed. "Sir Gegenji"<br><br />
♦ [[Chaska Dakwhil]] - Coral Sea. Mute. Very opinionated about everyone around her, will stare and share feelings. Jancis mistook her handwriting for who wrote a raunchy 'hoax' story of the conjurer getting pounded by two roegadyns, one a good friend. Gave a whistle to in case of trouble. "Lady Chaska"<br><br />
♦ [[Chuchukepa Hohokepa]] - Thaumaturge of the Coral Sea with a nervous demeanor. Assisted in saving Sir L'aenoh. Connected with the Ossuary. Fights with Lady Meli constantly about Jajara. Jancis regards the man as one of the most bravest people she knows for his ability to answer calls for help regardless of his own welfare and despite his own nervousness. Has a very important hat. "Master Chuchukepa".<br><br />
♦ [[Edda Eglantine]] - Coral Sea. Daughter of a rich land owner in La Noscea. Met at the Grindstone. Has aether abilities to heal, but was never taught how to use them. Jancis worries for the lady's safety as well as trying to be closer to the curious woman. Nervous and shy. "Lady Edda"<br><br />
♦ [[Ehla Selhah]] - Coral Sea. Arcanist. Widow. Met in house with Sigurd. Got injured looking for children for Derrick Darke on her leg; blamed Jancis for it. "Lady Ehla"<br><br />
♦ [[Faezbhar Rysswilf]] - Healer in Coral Sea. Boisterous and funny. "Master Rysswilf"<br><br />
♦ [[Faolan Woodlock]] - Member in Coral Sea. Wears a mask over his face and is very awkward. Knows Reinette well. "Master Woodlock"<br><br />
♥ [[Finecia Hawke]] - Coral Sea. Arcane user. Scarlet hair. Asks Jancis to look at wounded kin and has a special connection to R'lexia as well as her tribe mates R'sass and R'ostam. "Lady Hawke"<br><br />
♥ [[Franz Renatus]] - Axe fighter with powerful arcane abilities. Jancis met in Ul'dah and was taken by the man's selfish and heroic deeds. Despite the strange aetheric aura about him and typically sad expression, she has accepted his changes and is interested in helping unlock his memories. Unable to help heal him with aether, Jancis tries to protect the man from harm at every chance.[[http://files.enjin.com.s3.amazonaws.com/623462/module_gallery/original/2160246.jpg Jancis & Franz]] "Master Franz" "The Hero of Ul'dah"<spoiler><br />
'''Notes'''<br />
*Has a very strange aetheric aura about him.<br />
*Have to use basic first aid and no aether healing.<br />
*Is a full-blooded Garlean, a hidden third eye, who has the ability to manipulate aether.<br />
*Part of Franz's personality is from another mysterious Ishgardian man, giving him the ability to speak and knows the culture.<br />
'''Current Goals'''<br />
*Attempt to help the man at Lady Edda's urgings and concern after his current disappearance.<br />
'''Past Events'''<br />
*Jancis met in Ul'dah looking for a pet rat for some of the homeless children of Ul'dah, dubbing him the "Hero of Ul'dah" for his selfless nature in not only rescuing the damsel rodent but also sacrificing his own chest to bait a pudding from Lady Leanne.<br />
*While coming to understand more about the concerns and troubles between Franz and Edda, the man revealed to Jancis part of his past including his Garlean blood, third eye, and more about a man he is 'infused' with who saved his morality.<br />
*While pursuing a desparate Ishgardian woman, along with Lady Reinette and Lady Ameline, a fight happens causing Franz to take a bad arrow wound. Jancis tries to heal him with conjury which throws the garlean into a panic. Using his aetheric ability to steal her voice, she's realizes his fear of any aether being given to him by another.<br />
:*Once again pursuing the same woman of a tyrannical family, Jancis witnesses the remarkable regenerative property that Franz possesses.<br />
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♥ [[Iskierka Stormspeaker]] - Coral Sea. Wears a mask. Semi-shy. Has a curious manner of speaking in tongues randomly. Worked together to infiltrate cultist den and were captured together following up on it, the woman taking the brunt of the torture and much of her aether ripped out. Spoke at and gave blessings/fortunes for Althyk and Halone pilgrimage. Jancis holds the lady in high regard for her brave demeanor and foresight. "Lady Stormspeaker"<br><br />
♦ [[Ja'ren A'lenthin]] - Coral. Arcanist. Assisted with his kin, including his mother, dealing with cultists in the Twelveswood. Made a mincemeat and walnut pie for the man based off what little she thought she knew of the man, comparing him to Ganzjaega. Very straight forward and blunt man, even when it comes to fights and spars. "Master Ja'ren" <br><br />
• [[Jaques Guillaume]] - Tall elezen who guarded the pilgrimage. Kind face towards Lord Vaughn. "Lord Jaques"<br><br />
• [[Jeris Guillford]] - Gladiator. Humorous, Syl's lover. Disguised self once to be Lady Jerncis for Memeli's slumber party. "Sir Ironblood" "Sir Jeris".<br><br />
• [[Kale Aideron]] - Once Knight of Ul'dah's Sindicate now Bloodsworn of the Immortal Flames. Met the man at the Grindstone in Sir Filangieri's company, where the two knights found common ground. Continues to run into the man time-to-time and assist him with small tasks. Has a friendly chocobo named Eskandar. Man has a bad impression of miqo'tes and forces Jancis to stand up for Sir Vashyr. Very dedicated to Thanalan and Ul'dah. Cannot read but Jancis sends him letters anyway. "Sir Aideron" "Kale"<br><br />
<font style="color: #AC58FA" size="3">♥</font>&nbsp;[[L'aenoh Tia]]:&nbsp; Trained and rustic swordsman with few wits about him beyond his heart, Jancis truly met the man after Dhemgeim impaled Captain Renaud, particularly for glaring at Alveo. Continues to do the best for this "hunter" as far as dealing with his wounds and problems from his past. Jancis now cooks a particular skillet bread specifically avoiding baking for his sake. Also is semi-protective of the man and will put up with most anything he dishes out. Continues to fail to protect him from harm since healing is a large ordeal for the man. Lost his left eye. Half of his right ear is missing. Mark on his back. Other names "Ganzjaega", "Abarsoemr", referred to as "Sir L'aenoh"<br><br />
♥ [[Lan Darklyn]] - Martial Saint of the Harbingers of Dawn. Jancis met early on in her travels and re-met at the auction. To keep the man from being bid on by his subordinate, Jancis gave the highest bid. Offered to assist her and the priests of Athlyk in pilgrimage. Looks somewhat like Z'enath save for the short hair and sapphire eyes which is somewhat troubling. Had adoptive hyur parents in the Sagoii Desert. Found birth parent's history and graves from visions he had been struck with. Has a missing mate. Gave Jancis a plush moogle doll (like the one his wife has) in gratitude for her help. Coordinated guarding for the Althyk and Halone pilgrimages. "Saint Lan" "Sir Darklyn" "Lan".<br><br />
♥ [[Leanne Delphium]] - Traveling Bard and Archer. Competitor at the Grindstone. Has a hat. Sings lovely songs about love and adventure. "Put on my shoes, put on my hat. Adventurer am I." Jancis met while healing at the Grindstone, impressed by her ability to deal with pain while Jancis tended to others with more serious wounds. The lady appears now and again to sing at pilgrimages and around Jancis, always sharing more about herself. A comforting presence. "Champion Leanne" "Lady Leanne"<br><br />
♦ [[Leilani Leilai]] - Member of the Coral Sea with a bright and happy nature. Great cook. Might be related to a certain Goblin King. "Lady Leilai"<br><br />
♥ [[Memeli Meli]] - One of the Coral Sea, Memeli has a crazy reputation for being a caring bold company kin and a diabolical arcanist of unquestionable power. Jancis usually tolerates the lady's antics and is used as a piece of furniture by her. In case the lalafel tries to either slap or lie to Jancis, she has gotten into the habit of grabbing Meli's hair. "Lady Meli"<br><br />
• [[Nathan Telluride]] - Bard. Performed at Nophica, Althyk, and Halone pilgrimages. Partnered up with Xenedra for a bard troupe. Gave Jancis advice on how to treat highlander men after seeing Oscare suffering. Garish and happy-go-lucky nature. "Master Telluride"<br><br />
• [[Ojune Wajune]] - Archaeologist. Helped explore some ruins for aetheric relics. Performed at the pilgrimage for Nophica. Has a limp. Older lalafell. "Master Ojune" <br><br />
♥ [[Oscare Iono]]:&nbsp;A garish huntsman turned tragic figure, Jancis met Oscare at the Pumpkin Cafe while he was working as a bouncer along side Cici. Jancis was really taken from his care and concern over Cici's exhaustion, offering to walk them back to the city and giving up all his pay for a room at the inn. Jancis blunders in their friendship by dishonoring the man with her attempts to repay him. She continues to watch and visit the man, particularly after a strange display of mannerisms from him even if he ends up running off. Has violet eyes and multiple scars around them. Has a family still alive and will talk of his father and two sisters in particular. Has a rosewood crane he carved, a rare aether-weaved red scarf, and a hair clip with feathers of a rare bird the man hunted. Oscare openly admits his Garlean roots and some of his intentions, which makes reefs between them depending who is involved, forcing the highlander into a shell of emotional suffering. She's taken to calling him "Oscare", less he get upset, but will call him "Sir Oscare" or "Sir Iono" if referring to him.<br><br />
• [[Osric Melkire]] - Met during Sultana assassination attempt with collar on his neck. Concerned and crying over woman. Re-met through L'aenoh with warning about Crow resurgence. "Sir Melkire"<br><br />
<font style="color: #AC58FA" size="3">♥</font>&nbsp;[[Otto Vann]]:&nbsp;An eccentric artist from Ul'dah, Jancis met the man while he was dressing one of her company members. By random chance the man continues to come to her for her opinion and now some of her work in dealing with concoctions. More concerned with the man's well-being, Jancis continues to learn and tolerate his extravagant lifestyle to get a glimpse of understanding this man's way of thinking. Very willing to help the man and is still amazed by the amount of detail the man can pay attention to; she cares deeply for the troubles that no one else seems privy to or could even fathom. "Otto" "Master Vann."<br><br />
♥ [[R'lexia Thras]] - Coral Sea. Swordswoman. Crucial to saving Jancis and four others from an avalanche. Close to Lady Hawke."Lady Lexia"<br><br />
♦ [[Reginald Ozrik]] - Coral Sea. Knight. Attempted to take care of Hnaba while she was imprisoned. Quiet resilient knight. "Sir Ozrik"<br><br />
♦ [[Renaud Becquerel]] - Captain of the Coral Sea. "Captain Renaud".<br><br />
♥ [[Reinette Sompt]] - Alchemist and the Practitioner of the Coral Sea, Jancis admires the pacifist for her determination and benevolence. She also delights in the many books belonging to the elezen woman. Jancis follows the lady's direction particularly in the welfare and care for the others in the company. "Lady Reinette"<spoiler><br />
'''Notes'''<br />
*Her right hand is severly burnt from what Jancis knows as a fireplace accident, though it is clear the wound has many layers of old scar tissue and neglect.<br />
*Keeps notes and records of her lost mentor which shocked and tramatized the woman severely. Jancis knows the man had a tragic ending (though in reality he was tested on victims and the like which has eluded the conjurer's knowledge and leads her astray in comforting the woman.)<br />
'''Current Goals'''<br />
*Make good on Reinette's offer to pray together, given after the pilgrimage to [[Nald'thal, the Trader]].<br />
*Try to mend the wounds between the lady and her love with neglect and selfishness.<br />
*Persue the woman's goals of having medical records on company members.<br />
'''Past Events'''<br />
*Met during a Dare Drinking Contest, where she came and picked up the intoxicated [[Sigurd Rainecourt]] who ended up kissing her.<br />
*Jancis protected from a slaver, the 'papper'. While her and many others posed as slaves to find the whereabouts of [[Chuchukepa Hohokepa]]'s mother, one was harrassing Reinette to the point that Jancis stepped in and 'fought' off the woman for the man's attentions. After being successful and fight broke out and Jancis conjured a large boulder upon the man which ended up causing fatal damage. Surprised at the outcome of not disabling the man, Jancis still feels remorse for the encounter, but heartened that Reinette was not forced into the situation more.<br />
*Prayer leader for pilgrimages to [[Lore:The Twelve|the Twelves' stones]] including Nald'thal and Nophica.<br />
*Assisted with dealing with [[Memeli Meli]]'s aether condition, which had bad timing with the First Mate's death and instilled fear that the curse passed on to the lalafell. Sitting in a simple ceremony of purified soil and crystals, Jancis was able to channel aether to clear out Memeli's flow from all the toxic randomness she sucked in before.</spoiler>♦ [[Roen Deneith]] - Introduced through Cici. Member in Coral Sea. Heard stories of her imprisonment and how she was found. Met at the Grindstone. "Lady Deneith"<br><br />
♦ [[Sigurd Rainecourt]] - Thaumaturge of the Coral Sea, Jancis views the man with regard for his intelligence and natural ability to reason with just about anyone. She holds more empathy and compassion for the man after being used as a scapegoat for Lady Dhemgeim's death on top of the mysterious tragic past the man has only mentioned before. Jancis listens to him for his eloquence and ability to haggle/barter any deal as well as his abilities to coerce others. "Master Sigurd" "Sigurd"<spoiler><br />
'''Notes'''<br />
*More muscular that most mages.<br />
*Gets seasick easily, even on simple ferries or calm waters.<br />
*Has a pet coblyn named Cookie, which is very protective of his territory, Sigurd's room.<br />
'''Current Goals'''<br />
*Confront the man on his treatment of Lady Reinette.<br />
*Support him after being alienated and despised by the majority of the company.<br />
'''Past Events'''<br />
*Prayer leader for pilgrimages to [[Lore:The Twelve|the Twelves' stones]] for Nald'thal.<br />
*Put in charge from the Ossuary to follow-up on certain Primal threats, including having two organized teams to deal with an attack on the shore of La Noscea.<br />
*Lead expeditions into the old allagan ruins around Eorzea.<br />
:*Studied a small section of the temple ruins in the deserts of Thalanan, Qarn, which turned into an escape for survival after falling into a pit and Reginald's growing aether sickness. With the help of Tausenadel everyone came out mostly unscathed.<br />
:*A wall falling on the mysterious tower by Bronze Lake, dubbed the Wanderer's Palace, the group runs across a siege by saragin on a small group of tonberries which somewhat disrupts the groups' goal to find Chachanji's lost brother.<br />
*Got to assist searching for the mysterious Maelstrom officer Derrick Drake which led the two, along with Tausen and Monty, on a whilwind chase that ran into a crazy highlander with a trust in manly muscles. Surprisingly, Sigurd was no slouch and was forced to flex to earn enough reputation to continue the search.<br />
*During the terrible ordeal of trying to find a cure for Lady Dhemgeim's condition, a spell is used in quick timing which fails, taking the woman's life. Blamed for the death, Sigurd is put on trial for disobeying a direct order. Viewing everyone's pain and anger being directed at the mage as a means to making him a scapegoat for the numerous complications, Jancis defends the man bringing up the moral obligation he had to at least attempt to save the dying First Mate.<br />
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♦ [[Staelufre Lysmerl]]:&nbsp;The wild lady and namesake of the Coral Sea's home. Jancis met the huntress through L'aenoh as the woman was skittish about being under a roof. Over time Jancis has grown grateful and closer to the Staelufre after the ordeals her lover and the advice they have given one another. Does not agree with her ways of handling problems, particular for her violent nature. Has a wooden fawn that was carved for her. Given the name "Solkeim" by. "Lady Staelufre"<br><br />
♦ [[Syl Souther]] - Healer in the Coral Sea. Lover of Jeris, Sir Ironblood. Has deep respect and caring for especially after Syl was attacked by fellow members. "Lady Syl" <br><br />
♥ [[Tausenadel Geispyrsyn]]:&nbsp;Sailor in Coral Sea with a jovial soul and a knack for cooking, Jancis met him during his grand return from overhearing his story of living through the temptations from Garuda herself. Living together in the Coral house, Jancis has been fed and even cared for after a slavery ruse gone wrong. Great storyteller and writes his own romance books. Jancis revers the man for his manly expression of compassion and his ways of dealing with bad situations under pressure. One of the leaders Jancis will take seriously. After Lady Dhemgeim's death, she tried to help the man recover by failed and has doubts the man will return from his sojourn to the north. "Tausen" [[http://i.imgur.com/BEq3OhL.jpg Scene]]<br><br />
♦ [[Tiergan Vashir]] - Fighter of Coral Sea. Answered call for help in Lower La Noscea and followed under to find tempered during the Siren crisis. "Sir Vashir"<br><br />
♥ [[Val Nunh]] - A uncooth fighter, Jancis met Val while she was being evaluated to study under the Harbingers. Catching her attention with the nickname "Milly", Jancis has built up a respect for the miqo'te for his realistic and kind-hearted views as well as his honestly in all matters. She tries to keep in touch with the man and support his feelings of usefulness and wanted. Sends him random items with cards, particular naming the item. To others she will refer to him as "Lord Saint" but in his presence tries very hard to say "Val".<br><br />
♥ [[Vaughn Antain]] - A benevolent man who helps recovering slaves and the downtrodden of Ul'dah that Jancis is growing to know better and revere. Stood up for Z'enath in Ul'dah. Lovely man. Bard. Knows Ojune and does ruins explorations. Played harp at the pilgrimage for Nald'thal and Althyk. It is always a delight to run into the tall elezen and his other half Jaques. She tries to listen to his ideas and is always delighted to eat any of the food he's prepared. "Lord Vaughn" "Vaughn"<br><br />
• [[X'Kohu Tia]] - Weaver and arcanist. Met in Harbingers. Close to Cici. Afflicted with void-infused crystals that slowly drain his aether and cause him pain; the result of an encounter before with Jancis' past love. Feels responsible and waits patiently for the miqo'te to help him remove the disease. Believes he weaves tapestries that practically 'come to life' and writes beautiful stories. "Master Kohu" "Kohu".<br><br />
• [[Xenedra Ambreaus]] - Lady bard who performed at the pilgrimage for Nald'thal, Nophica, and Halone. Knows L'aenoh and visits off and on. "Lady Xenedra"<br><br />
♥ [[Zachary Evans]] - Fighter in the arena of Ul'dah. Wears traditional garb from his family's homeland. Met during the zombie invasion into Ul'dah. Talks of his mentor Raging Behemoth. Tried on clothes together for the ball. Interested in a woman named Siha. Feastday with family. Has close remember-able connection with the 'Lost Warriors of Light' who he's willing to sacrifice life for to rescue. "Sir Evans"<br><br />
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• [[Aerostein Epitaph]] - Elegant model at the Pumpkin Cafe. Alveo refused to speak to someone 'without clothes on'. Has vivid memory. "Master Aerostein"<br><br />
• [[Alexei Volkov]] - Met when Cici was collared, painted a symbol with his blood on the wall of the Drybone Inn. Alchemist/Medic - Healed Oscric after collar event. Name not known, only face.<br><br />
♠ [[Alveo Soulseeker]] - Something of a good-hearted misfit, Jancis met Alveo while working as a support in the same Free Company and ended up having feelings for the sailor. Once recovered from his life-long ordeal, they confessed their feelings for one another and were to be wed. Upon asking, she refers to memories of him as "very warm". After doing her best to follow his endeavors, she realized his love for adventure is what truly made him happy. Though MIA in the eyes of Maelstrom and dead in others, Jancis believes he is somewhere better and living the life he wants. Any time the man is mentioned nowadays, she looks thoughtful and wistful.<br><br />
• [[Arielia Ryella]] - Vain elezen woman seen with Eva and at pilgrimage. Talks of herself as "the huntress". Name unknown.<br><br />
♦ [[Arthurioux Lisieux]] - Coral Sea. Frail elezen. "Master Athurioux"<br><br />
• [[Askier Mergrey]] - Seen when removing Osric's collar. Crazy man from the grenade and blown up warehouse in Moraby Bay. Name unknown.<br><br />
♠ [[Augustine Frost]] - Chaotic Warrior of the Coral Sea. Companion of Threed. Led the slavery troupe to find Chuch's mother. Believed dead. "Frost"<br><br />
• [[Bartolomeo Filangieri]] - A well respected knight, Jancis met Sir Filangieri her first night with the Harbingers. He left quite an impression on her from his approach and kindness, even taking a particular interest in one of her childish toys. After a particularly crucial fight Jancis has dropped her overly-polite demeanor with the knight which can easily be taken the wrong way. She also reacts acutely to his mannerisms, be them good or bad. She will follow his direction without question. Jancis will refer to him as "Sir Filangieri" strictly. Whereabouts unknown.<br><br />
♦ [[Bizaza Biza]] - Mage of the Coral Sea. Writes books about voidsent. "Lady Biza"<br><br />
• [[C'kayah Polaali]] - Man of the Underground. Helped Jancis get sonmus for L'aenoh's addiction. Devote follower of Menphina. A shadow knight. "Sir C'kayah"<br><br />
• [[Chuta Allfriend]] - Elderly bard who performed at the pilgrimage for Nald'thal, Nophica, and Halone.<br><br />
• [[Ciceroix Pellicier]] - Elezen from up North. "Master Pellicier"<br><br />
• [[Ciel Wulfe]] - Bard who performed at the pilgrimage for Nophica and Halone. <br><br />
• [[Coraliza Velia]] - Bard who performed at the pilgrimage for Nophica. <br><br />
• [[Delial Grimsong]] - Unknown assailant. Attacked Jancis at Moraby Bay. <br><br />
♠ [[Dhemgeim Shyrdoenwyn]]:&nbsp;The First Mate of the Coral Sea. Jancis originally met the woman as a warm and welcoming beach comber who invited Sir Filangieri to a beach party. Jancis holds a lot of respect for the woman who is anchored on the ground but also a fierce fighter and protector. She notices how everyone in the company revers the woman. In her presence Jancis will say "Dhemgeim" but outside of Coral ears she'll call the first mate "Lady Dhemgeim". Deceased.<br><br />
• [[Erik Mynhier]] - Paladin and 'boss' in the Red Wings. Priest of Halone. Took Cici through the Sworn Trials. Gave opening and blessings at the pilgrimage for Halone. "Sir Mynhier"<br><br />
• [[Estellise Levesque]]:&nbsp;A generous herbalist and kind-hearted conjurer, Jancis met Estellise after watching a dare-drinking contest. The elezen is a compassionate soul that Jancis loves to listen to and hopes to learn more about the landscape with. "Lady Estellise" "Estellise".<br><br />
• [[Eva Zelorius]] - Priestess who performed a parable at the pilgrimage for Nophica.<br><br />
• [[Faye Covington]] - Saint of the Harbingers. Learned more about healing and body/mind wounds under her branch. Beloved of Val. "Lady Covington"<br><br />
• [[Febriel De'drine]] - Known from previous FC. Never spoke. Recognized by face only.<br><br />
♦ [[Finnia Aurifort ]] - Arcanist in Coral Sea.<br><br />
♠ [[Fio Arasgain]] - Met at Grindstone. Beautiful Face. Arrow Joke. He assists Cici with dangerous mission that Jancis is appreciative for. Owes dinner. Jancis is very confused after Fio's behavior to another miqo'te she does not know the name of, particular when she tried to move in and support Fio against the creepy man. Deceased "Fio"<br><br />
• [[Garryson Shipkeeper]] - Spoke at the pilgrimage to Nald'thal. Large group of friends. "Lord Garryson"<br><br />
• [[Gharen Wolfsong]] - Met at Grindstone with Hornet. Was fiance of Hornet. Older brother of Roen. "Sir Wolfsong"<br><br />
♦ [[Giselle Friloux]] - Archer in the Coral Sea.<br><br />
♦ [[Guillaume Rigolant]] - Former Coral Sea. Warrior with questionable mental capacity. Blunt and crude. Very nice to Jancis. Does not take care of wounds or bathe regularly. Gave her a yellow stone (that he stole from Annie). [[http://i.imgur.com/89Yfzzr.jpg Guil and Jancis together at home.]]"Sir Rigolant"<br><br />
• [[Gus Pumpkinweed]] - Cafe Properitier.No Name.<br><br />
• [[Ha'uruh Nunh]] - Friend of Sir Castille. Fighter at Grindstone. Refuses proper healing. "Sir Howl"<br><br />
♦ [[Harper Brightwind]] - Arcanist in Coral Sea. Obsessed with carbuncles. "Lady Brightwind"<br><br />
♠ [[Hnaba Jinjahl]] - Former Coral Sea. Deranged mage that kidnapped L'aenoh and nearly killed him. Only tells lies. Will not say name. Slain by L'aenoh for crimes. Deceased.<br><br />
♦ [[I'tsu Fhuz]] - Lady of the Coral Sea. Part of the slave setup for Chuch's mother. Wears a lot of pink. "Lady I'tsu"<br><br />
♦ [[Jajara Jara]] - Coral. Part of slave setup for Chuch's mother. Protective over. "Lady Jajara"<br><br />
• [[Jezune Garinthe]]:&nbsp;Orphaned lancer from Gridania, Jancis met the man after his brief association with the Coral Sea company. Jancis shares a lot of ideals and social awkwardness as Jezune and feels like the man is some kind of kin. Comments about her eyes. Saved Jancis from Meli's enchantment. "Jezune"<br><br />
• [[Jhur Banecruth]] - Quiet fighter in Coral. Has a habit of widdling wood into figurines. The two talk time-to-time, Jancis finding his shy and quiet nature something humorous and easy to relate to. Has a wooden squirrel made by the man after their talk when they first met. Deceased<br><br />
• [[Kahn'a Od'hilkas]] - Archer. Met on zombie invasion of Ul'dah. Capable fighter that fended off zombies that came at her. "Sir Kahn'a"<br><br />
• [[Kaylie Epocan]]:&nbsp;A swordswoman formerly Coral Sea, Jancis met along with others particularly when the miqo'te was furious at Alveo. Noticing her quick remarks and defensive mannerism as well as the tender and soft-spoken attachment Kaylie has to the other members of the company, Jancis has taken a liking to the woman. She's always polite to her and tries to say "Kaylie" to her face (otherwise she's "Lady Kaylie").<br><br />
• [[Kiht Jakkya]] - Matron of Keepers in the Twelveswood. Met at the eclipse miqo'te event for Z'enath. Close to Roen. "Matron Kiht"<br><br />
• [[Koporo Aporo]] - Spoke at Althyk Ceremony. "Sir Aporo" <br><br />
• [[L'vi Lyrre]] - Former Coral Sea. Knows Sylas. Use to be in a cult. "Lady Lyrre"<br><br />
• [[Leggerless Hanzou]] - Lady that helps guard the pilgrimages for Althyk and Halone. Goes by the name "Lynx". Very mysterious but generous.<br><br />
• [[Lidhja Zhwan]] - Miqo'te that knows R'lexia and Finecia. Green hair. "Lady Lidhja"<br><br />
• [[Loronus Deatro]] - Bartender. Friend of Reginald. Met at the induction ceremony. Knows X'kohu."Lord Loronus"<br><br />
• [[Melfice Vainchelon]] - Known only by name and former company association. Unknown that he was the assailant that nearly slew her in La Noscea outside of Mist. "Master Melfice"<br><br />
• [[Mimiko Miyuki]] - Bard. Known from former company. S'honji's sister. Warm and friendly, but easy to scare. "Lady Mimiko"<br><br />
♦ [[Montresoix Baudelaire]] - Coral Sea. Elderly elezen gentleman. "Lord Baudelaire"<br><br />
• [[Mylene Wharf]] - Limsa local. Known through random encounter Alveo set up. Polite shy woman. Name not remembered.<br><br />
♠ [[Natalie Mcbeef]] - Late colleague of Cici. Takes a lot of damage at the Grindstone. Sassy and speaks freely. Met in person in Limsa. Had run in with at a warehouse in Moraby Bay where an assault occured under her command leading to the destruction of the building and her own death. "Lady Mcbeef"<br><br />
♠ [[Niklas Gran]] - Deceased Knight. Dressed corpse for burial.<br><br />
♦ [[Nixa Shaana]] - Fighter in Coral Sea. <br><br />
♠ [[Obsidian Hornet]] - An exotic sellsword, Jancis met the Hornet during a beach party briefly then again as part of the Coral Sea. After inquires from her on Jancis' safety and her relationship with Alveo, Jancis trusts and feels protected around the ebony lady. "Lady Hornet" to others, or "Hornet" to her. She has a golden linkpearl in case of trouble. Believed dead.<br><br />
♦ [[Pflaume Wein]] - Lady of Coral Sea. Goes by the nickname "Plum". Loves anything purple.<br><br />
♦ [[Q'nagali Yehn]] - Fist Fighter in Coral Sea. Helped saved L'aenoh. Friend of Guil. Former tribal miqo'te. "Lady Naga"<br><br />
♦ [[Quentin Roseaux]] - Coral Sea. Tall elezen man with a opo.<br><br />
• [[R'tashana Hhaig]] - Protege of Vaughn. Pilgrim at Althyk. Name unknown.<br><br />
• [[Raisan Arcmantle]] - Saint of the Harbingers that handles the bar night and entertainment as well as crafting. "Raisan"<br><br />
♦ [[Rinhilda Stonebreaker]] - Colleague of Coral Sea. Straight forward and asks questions. Dressed by Otto Vann once, "Shipbreaker" "Lady Rinhilda"<br><br />
• [[Roysia Stone]] - Bounty hunter in Ul'dah. Was close to Leanne, causing the bard a lot of pain. No name spoken.<br><br />
• [[Rurutekki Okoktekki]] - Lalafel in the Coral Sea. Met on Story Night, clung to Jancis' leg while she made him a snack and got him a place to sleep. "Rory"<br><br />
• [[S'honji "Hayakawa" Nunh]] - Former Saint of Harbingers. Acquaintance rogue. "Sir S'honji"<br><br />
• [[S'imba Tia]] - Seen around Quicksand frequently. Part of the group that confronted Tausen with Fabala. Name unknown.<br><br />
♦ [[Sairen Collier]] - Lady of Coral Sea. Made a pie for Leilai.<br><br />
♦ [[Sasasori Kokosori]] - Coral Sea. Brother of Jajara. <br><br />
• [[Shas Tarry]] - Sultansworn. Older wiser woman. "Lady Tarry"<br><br />
• [[Siha Xinkei]] - Keeper that is Erik's 'sister'. Red Wing. Zachary's interest based from Erik's words. Met at the eclipse event for miqo'tes.<br><br />
♦ [[Sounsyy Mirke]] - Coral. Stoic fighter. Met at Nald'thal pilgrimage. <br><br />
• [[Solis Claritas]] - Swordsman. Friend of Aaron. Met and danced with Jancis a couple times at the Starlight Ball. Name means "Bright Sun". "Sol"<br><br />
♦ [[Stefan Delumiere]] - Swordsman of the Coral Sea. Led the quest to find Chuch's mother. "Sir Stefan"<br><br />
♦ [[Sylas Peregrine]] - Swordsman of the Coral Sea. Strong confident and level-headed highlander who is a close friend of Tausen. Has a habit for eating bugs or trying bizarre pleasure techniques. "Sir Sylas"<br><br />
• [[T'ahl Tia]] - Shy man with tabir pet. Met at Nald'thal pilgrimage. Dressed up like a woman for Saint's Wake. "Lord T'ahl"<br><br />
♠ [[Tasa Rhyzul]] - The hardened warrior with a subtle softer side, Jancis met Tasa while preparing with the company to save their leader. Despite Tasa's brash demeanor, she is a wise woman with a lot of heart and patience for the less experienced and has earned quite a bit of Jancis' respect. She is technically the warrior's indentured servant as she pays back a debt and is bidden to comply with any requests Tasa makes, though the lady does not enforce it. She will always refer to her as "Lady Tasa." Believed dead.<br><br />
♠ [[Thaarus Vithala]] - Highly educated elezen met via the Coral Sea. Nothing whack about it. Deceased <br><br />
♠ [[Threed Crowley]] - Kindly and giving healer of the Coral Sea. Companion of Frost. Knows a lot about tea and birds. Gets upset easily. Deceased<br><br />
• [[Titor Jaraba]] - Doctor. Associated with the Red Wings. Met with Jezune's wounds. Weak ill man.<br><br />
♠ [[Tsubasa Ryunosuke]] - Midlander in the Coral Sea. Worked for Otto Vann. Deceased<br><br />
♦ [[Una Poki]] - Lady of Coral Sea.<br><br />
♦ [[Valentinoix Thibault]] - Quiet man in the Coral Sea. Helped deal with cultists in the Twelveswood with Jancis. Good hearing and wise. "Master Thibault"<br><br />
• [[Valirelia Ferox]] - Good-hearted swordswoman and adventurer. Connection from knowing Lady Tasa and other former Harbingers. "Lady Ferox" <br><br />
• [[Verad Bellveil]] - Peculiar elezen. Shot someone with a bow at the Grindstone. Sells questionable goods. Met at the trial for Hawk over Tane's murder; shared nuts. "Master Bellveil"<br><br />
♦ [[Vilsewaen Steinhoh]] - Odd older miqo'te grown up in roegadyn tradition. Comes by Still Shore with advice time to time.<br><br />
• [[Whran'a Mhakaracca]] - Nervous pilgrim at Althyk. Name unknown.<br><br />
• [[Warren Castille]] - Free Paladin of Ul'dah. Champion of the Grindstone. Was the love of Cici. Humble and grateful. Usually found in a state of disrepair. Frostbite problem after searching through Coerthas alone. Poor standing after having a change of heart. "Sir Castille"<br><br />
• [[Wyra Panipahr]] - Twin sister of Torora. Never apart. "Lady Wyra and Torora"<br><br />
♦ [[Xidh'a Zhorali]] - Coral. Arcanist. Got wounded looking for children for Derrick Darke. Name unknown <br><br />
• [[Xydane Vale]] - Lone swordsman with knightly intentions, Jancis met the man when he came out of nowhere into the Coral Sea's house holding a letter she had written to Cici. Seeing his condition and overwhelmed by the selfless act, Jancis tries to follow the swordsman's tracks and whereabouts to repay him for his kindness with her own. "Sir Xydane", "Xydane"<br><br />
• [[Yangh Linh]] - Free-roaming Keeper. Priestess. Strong accent. Met at Grindstone with Lady Leanne. Name unknown.<br><br />
♠ [[Z'enath Vashyr]]:&nbsp;A Free Paladin of Ul'dah and accomplished swordsman, Jancis fails to remember their first encounter in Gridania shortly after the Calamity. Re-united, the man continues to try and repay her for that first meeting. Finding him cheerful and inspiring, the two have become more than friends after his continued assistance and support. Owns a home that his caretaker/father left to him; helps make it his own place by bringing things and repairing items. Has a smile that always catches her off-guard. Sneaks her flowers every time they meet. Jancis will ask for his help and writes him often; she struggles with the amount of attention and reverence he does on her behalf. Coming to care and love the man deeply, she will often look sad and longing at random times after being reminded of his absence. Has a painted map and sketch of herself from him among other trinkets. Refers to his eyes as garnets and his presence as "the sunrise of a new day". Believed in hiding and incognito to find assassins linked to his past or killed by them. His loss resulted in Jancis dealing with a long recovery and lack of desire in many respects. [[http://imgur.com/a/Azdqa#0 Random images of Z'enath and Jancis]]."Z'enath" "Sir Vashyr" "Dearest"<br><br />
♦ [[Zaius Rhal'seer]] - Fighter berserker in Coral Sea. Very close to Sir Vashir. Met the man the first time being outbid for Tiergan on an auction for a hefty fee. Refused healing from and likes to fight. "Sir Zaius"<br><br />
♦ [[Zhen Malraj]] - Lady of the Coral Sea. Very shy and hides her face. Loves muffins. "Lady Zhen"<br><br />
♠ [[Zularti Vensar]] - Figurehead of Harbingers. Jancis use to serve for him. Childish crazy manner. Believed to be cursed. Deceased<br><br />
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==<div style="background: #BEBEBE; padding: 0.5em;">''Rumors''</div>==<br />
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::*(Gridania local only) "I use to see her around running errands and cleaning. Real quiet and kept to herself."<br />
::*"A real talent with conjuring. Didn't she only join a few years ago? Doesn't look the type to have a tutor."<br />
::*"I saw her running about with a child's toy. I think it was hers."<br />
::*(La Noscea area) "She comes 'round th' farm 'n checks in with everyone. Got 'er Cherries on. Pleasant."<br />
::*"I see her out by th' cliffside, all throwin' 'er rocks and lots of wicked stuff. Always bloody trainin' after 'er shift. Then she just sits there!"<br />
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::*"The best thing that's happened to me. I'll do my best to keep her strong." - [[Oscare Iono]]<br />
::*"My friends kept telling me that I had to meet her, and now that I have I can tell why! She's fun and sweet; I hope she comes around the Quick Sand more often!" - [[Aya Foxheart]]<br />
::*"Haven't seen that babyface guy around her lately. Too bad I'm otherwise engaged. The nice ones are always a lot of fun." - [[Augustine Frost]]<br />
::*"Jancis? Returned a letter to her once and she has some amazing talent when it comes to cooking! Send the lovely girl my regards." - [[Xydane Vale]]<br />
::*"She insists I am a hero, but I am no such thing. Threw me by surprise, that one." - [[Franz Renatus]]<br />
::*"My dear friend Jancis, she is like a sister to me. Would that I had more time to spend with her..." - [[Coatleque Crofte]]<br />
::*"Ah! The pretty woman who hosted the pilgrimage. Yes, she seems a kind sort. Definitely someone worth knowing." - [[Vaughn Antain]]<br />
::*"She fixed my arm up, didn't deserve it but she did. . . I owe her. She and Otto watch out for me a lot." - [[Aaron Frostheart]] <br />
::*"There's no one kinder, or more welcoming. I imagine her friends hold her close and dear." - [[Aya Foxheart]]<br />
::*"There's nothing I can tell you about her that you haven't heard thousands of times before. She -is- kind, the very picture of generosity. There's definitely a special place for her in the Heavens when her time comes...but, well, I think something from her past is haunting her. Something we have in common..." - [[Zachary Evans]]<br />
::*"Miss Milburga is a very kind woman, I noticed it the first time I saw her. I regret not getting to know her better in the past. If she needs me, she has but to ask." - [[Lan Darklyn]] <br />
::*"At a celebration full of Moon-keepers and Sun-seekers, that Hyur woman appeared out of nowhere. She was as friendly as she was mysterious. I would not mind meeting her again one dusk." -[[Kiht Jakkya]]<br />
::*"She was very friendly and very helpful, even, prior to the pilgrimage of Halone! I wonder if I'll ever meet her again so as to get to know her more..." - [[Alexander Gomez]]<br />
::*"Beautiful, charming and from what I hear, quite influential. I do admire her in that fashion; she would make a good servant leader, should she so choose." - [[Berrod Armstrong]] <br />
::*"Solkeim, to mean the Blessed Violet. Gentle and adoring, so soft beneath within the canopy of the woodlands. She is graceful and elegant, as all flowers are. Yet she is blessed. Gifted. By the Twelve, she hales against any storm weathered and any grievance given. There is strength within such a rare flower that can grow against contention. She is one of them." - [[Staelufre Lysmerl]]<br />
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==<div style="background: #BEBEBE; padding: 0.5em;">''Background''</div>==<br />
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Jancis Milburga was born as Lleuedwyn Fishcot, daughter of a middle-class merchant family. The Fishcots were known for their ability to export fish and were a successful travelling merchants. Misfortune came upon them on a trade route in the northern part of the Twelveswood; their caravan was overrun by scouting soldiers looking for monks from Ala Mhigo.<br />
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The Rest of the family murdered in the heretic hunt, the toddler Lleuedwyn was left to die in the woods. The soldiers had not been far off, refugees from Ala Mhigo as supporters of the monks escaped before persecution had been near the caravan. Coming to salvage what was left, they found Lleuedwyn and kept her as an asset to survive. Hiding out in the dawn of war, they found a secluded cavern deep in the Shroud protected by the Elements and the Woodswrath because they were caring for a child of the woods.<br />
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The highlanders were known as "Guardian" and "Shaman Milburga". Lleuedwyn was referred to strictly as "Child" and taught basics of survival, given books, and even taken into close villages with a mask and large clothing. She was mostly secluded from interacting with others and learned most of what she knew in the world from books or overhearing her two "protectors". As she grew into adolescence Shaman Milburga began to teach the child how to feel and understand the elements; partly to continue their protected place in the woods but also as a means for the girl to take care of herself later on in life.<br />
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From one of the many books Jancis picked out her own name and became more restless with the lack of interaction that she had so often read about. Over time she became more aware of her situation, the fate of her parents, and a limited recollection that she was an orphan. She became more adventurous and gathered items from her 'secret outings'. Caught on several outings, Guardian decided their time was up in the seclusion and the war had left more refugees around Gridania.<br />
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Giving her some supplies, Jancis was left out on the road with instructions to find the city and appeal to the generosity of the Conjurer's Guild. For about five years she worked for room and board while studying the art of conjuring and is now at the point to explore the world and build her future.<br><br />
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==<div style="background: #BEBEBE; padding: 0.5em;">''Connections / Achievements''</div>==<br />
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*<b>Daily Routine and Company Connections</b><br />
:*Jancis is a private in the Maelstrom, working as a medic. Her primary role is to travel around the island and assist the local settled pirates and families with ailments and other basic needs. She will typically be talked into helping out with manual labor chores.<br />
:*Outside of working, she will practice her conjury and meditation on the sea cliffs of the Mist or another quiet area where she is travelling.<br />
:*Sits around the Admiral's Waterspire and waits. [[http://i.imgur.com/xU0wlGJ.gif Collage]]<br />
:*A former member of the Harbingers of Dawn.<br />
:*Healer and member of The Coral Sea.<br />
*<b>Pilgrimages</b>: Making trips across Eorzea to become closer to the Twelve and the values they represent.<br />
:*[[http://ffxiv-roleplayers.com/showthread.php?tid=8727 Nald'thal Event at Thal's Respite.]]<br />
:*[[http://ffxiv-roleplayers.com/showthread.php?tid=9047 Nophica Event in Gridania.]]<br />
:*[[http://ffxiv-roleplayers.com/showthread.php?tid=9574 Althyk Event in South Shroud]]<br />
:*[[http://ffxiv-roleplayers.com/showthread.php?tid=9784 Halone Event in Coerthas]]<br />
*<b>Under the Coral Sea</b>: With most of the inner turmoil in the company settled, Jancis still strives to show goodwill and assist the others in their endeavors (outside of the brawling most of them seem fond of).<br />
:*Go mountain climbing with Naga. <br />
:*Check in with Leanne about her broken heart and inability to sleep. Sent her out to find Cali's Poppy flowers to make a helpful tea or tincture.<br />
::*Singing together, Jancis saves some of the pristine flowers, looking for Franz to help her with a project.<br />
:*Made up with Edda as far as her cold and guarded attitude with Franz. Looks to help understand why Edda is growing ill and tired.<br />
::*Overheard Edda speaking briefly with Chuchukepa about needing a powerful magi to deal with something. The details are lost to her however.<br />
:*Ja'ren and his friends are caught up in a cult who have housed themselves in the Shroud. Chasing them to hopefully free victims and hostages, Jancis gets caught and is held with Iskierka.<br />
:*Dhemgeim, having been tempered by the Siren, succumbs to her aether flow condition. In a frantic hope to cure her condition with a questionable complex spell, many Coralites witness the horrific burnout and suffer physically and mentally from the loss of their First Mate.<br />
::*Jancis discovers the profound impact of her loss on the company particular on Tausenadel, and does her best to keep up a sense of normalcy concerned that the man has gone off North to either find himself or find a suitable death.<br />
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*Adventures in the Coral Sea<br />
:*In search for information on Chuchukepa's mother, Jancis agreed to go with others in the company pretending to be a trained slave girl. While failing to be one of the chosen bartered women, she did assist in distracting some of the armed guard while the slave trader was 'interrogated' for information. Moving to protect the delicate elezen Reinette, Jancis ends up slaying one of the men from the use of too much force whereas she expected to merely subdue the man. The operation was an overall success, freeing the other marketed people and giving the Maelstrom a new ship.<br />
:*A ill-fated hired job with Derrick Drake to "find candy" turns out into a trap of voidsent looking for lost people. Many are wounded including [[Ehla Selhah]]'s leg, L'aenoh's wounds, and [[Xidh'a Zhorali]]'s ribs and head.<br />
:*Jancis has taken up baking lately. This now seems like a pitiful venture, after L'aenoh's comment about never eating baked foods again. Jancis now makes everything in a skillet or stovetop/campfire.<br />
:*Mocked in a story written by Chaska, Jancis looks to get an apology for Tausenaden for being a victim in the obvious attack on herself. Finding out that Jancis has made a terrible mistake and Chaska has no idea about the story itself, the conjurer tries to apologize by gifting the mute woman with a whistle.<br />
:*Memeli is suffering, sleeping long times and having time lapses in memory. Searching her aether flow, the arcanist's body is flooded with a chaotic ramble of elemental aethers and none with her own distinctive natural mark on any of them. Realizing the woman has supplemented her own powers with random crystals, the fear of her contracting the same curse Dhemgeim had is alleviated. Working with Reinette to help purify the aether flow in Memeli, the condition clears up so the primal can return to her usual activities/schemes.<br />
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*<b>Hunting the Hunter;What is Love? Hnaba Don't Hurt Me, Don't Hurt me, No more..</b> [[L'aenoh Tia]] is kidnapped from the Coral House which leads into a nightmarish love crush with a demented woman and the painful aftermath.<br />
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:*L'aenoh is taken from the Coral house, Still Shore, by force.<br />
::*Jancis is currently following any leads she can find regarding the struggle and kidnapping of his man which has led her to Gridania. Following her Guildmaster's urgings that the elements speak of a disturbance in the Central Shroud along with fellow company members [[Tausenadel Geispyrsyn]], [[Q'nagali Yehn]], [[Guillaume Rigolant]], and [[Hnaba Jinjahl]]. As Hnaba leaves to search other leads, the other four find Hnaba at the place of the disturbance alone; a house covered in blood with an obvious place of capture with other such horrors of gore. Confronting the miqo'te, Hnaba slips down a secret passage in the floor which the other give chase on.<br />
::*The group finally catch up to Hnaba in a defiled spire, surrounded by imp-like creatures that cry out thankfully in men's voices when slain. The fight proves difficult, knocking out Q'nagali and Guillaume from severe injuries, but eventually the remaining Coral manage to subdue the insane woman.<br />
::*After much probing and being forced to a point to batter Hnaba with her shield, L'aenoh is found still clinging to life in a cell. Jancis' is particularly troubled by another corpse that is found in the search that was dressed up in L'aenoh's clothes but was burnt to death. The only way she could tell it was not the miqo'te was his eyepatch was on the wrong side.<br />
::*Recovering and returning to the Padjal E-Sumi-Yan, Hnaba is handed over to the Wood Wailers and the rest of the company's wounds are treated by the conjurers. The same evening, L'aenoh is found by Staefrue wandering south back towards La Noscea. Panicked, Jancis give chase on foot to the wounded man. Unable to deny his tortured request the three travel to their house, the Still Shore, aggravating Jancis' wounds. Having to backtrack to Gridania and other locations, Jancis continues to delay her own healing and recovery.<br />
::*Making a grave error in trying to heal L'aenoh further, Jancis resolves to find what Hnaba poisoned the man with and try it herself so she can duplicate the effects and find a potential treatment for it instead of the trial and error on someone else. <br />
::*Getting help from [[Chuchukepa Hohokepa]], Jancis finds out the main ingredient is somnus. Going to Ul'dah, she looks for a means to treat the withdrawal. L'aenoh also asks her personally to find something to deal with his shakes, be it from forcing the information from Hnaba or other means. Finding the notes of an late alchemist, Jancis goes to reproduce the detoxification serum in hopes it will help the hunter's pains.<br />
::*Cici ends up helping Jancis with the main need of somnus through a mysterious "shadow knight" [[C'kayah Tia]]. Jancis is honored for the reason the man decided to help, as if he did not assist in the course of love, he would dishonor his guardian deity. <br />
::*By using notes gained from a dead alchemist and adding in to the somnus a growing percentage of blood plasma and a purifying catalyst, Jancis was able to create a serum that could wean the person off their addiction and rebuild natural functions. While the serum itself takes a lot of blood and an illegal substance, the conjurer is relieved greatly that L'aenoh is able to recover without pain.<br />
:*While recovering from battling the Leviathan, trouble comes from L'aenoh's room to find that Hnaba is there tied to a chair and beaten half to death. Jancis takes action in an ill-swept attempt to take the woman's life in a merciful and quiet manner (quiet as it can be with her screaming). The woman is kept in Stefan's room while L'aenoh mills over believing that she can deal with the seal on his back.<br />
::*Learning that L'aenoh also has a aether flow problem, due to a arcane seal on his person, can contribute to his problem with healing and recovering from his addiction. [[A'rho Tia]] is looking into the seal and its structure. He is making the mistake of hoping Hnaba will shed light on his condition and the reason for it. [[http://i.imgur.com/JzgLw7G.jpg Scene]]<br />
::*After seeing the condition Hnaba is left in and also the house that L'aenoh and Staelufre have together far from the troubles in the Still Shore, Jancis gets L'aenoh to agree to finding out what he wishes in the next few days, or she will return Hnaba to Gridania.<br />
::*Checking in on Hnaba in her 'prison', Jancis is abhorred to see the filthy and broken condition she is in. [[Franz Renatus]] fixed her hands and Jancis takes it on herself to wash up the woman. [[Chaska Dakwhil]] and [[Reginald Ozrik]] are also present, looking on as Jancis is forced to wash the crying Hnaba. Runes are found on the mattress in blood and removed by Franz.<br />
::*Following days L'aenoh take Hnaba out to question her and find out about the seal on his neck, restricting his aether. Learning of a mentor in Southern Shroud, Hnaba is slain, much to the pain of Chaska and Reginald.<br />
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*<b>Os-Care-of-a-friend</b>: After seeing [[Oscare Iono]] freeze up and have a panic attack in the Quicksand, Jancis continues to try to check in on the highlander to understand what has caused this confident man to act so.<br />
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:*Aged Rumor: <i>"It's almost like Nophica herself blessed that girl with the power of eternal kindness. If I ever met a gal nicer than her, I think I may just faint."</i><br />
:*After the Grindstone contest where Oscare lost control and tried to kill Hornet, Jancis was charged with caring for the man the night after. Able to visit him at the Agents' bar briefly, Jancis noticed the scarring around his eyes and the color of his eyes a startling violet. Her trust in the man dwindles as he continues to fail controlling himself.<br />
:*Oscare's comments over losing his memory with the Warrior Stone and his current mannerisms are recalling memories of another's actions and behavior, only to conflict Jancis all the more.<br />
:*Ran off crying "I'm sorry." Repeatedly. Jancis has written the Iono family, hoping they have some kind of recourse to comforting the hunter.<br />
:*Attempting to get others to assist in the troubles of the highlander, Jancis contacts Oscare's family for advice, the returning message is from Oscare himself in a very warm and confident letter asking to meet up with her. Now recovering from a company ordeal, she seeks out the hunter.<br />
:*Meeting with him again, Jancis receives a beautiful rosewood crane figurine Oscare carved himself.<br />
:*Weeks after posters are put up around cities for a Starlight Ball, Oscare comes to the Coral household and, after some fiasco with injuries, Oscare manages to ask if Jancis requires an escort to the Ball in a very awkward and nervous manner. The day after he returns apologizing for asking her and, after remarking on her attire, vanishes again.<br />
::*Oscare attempts once again to ask the conjurer to the Ball, who is immediately snubbed by L'aenoh as he quickly debuffs the attempts by the highlander claiming he would escort the woman.<br />
:*Oscare drops off a card from his company, the Agents, thanking Jancis and her company for their assistance in a dispute and discord in their own halls.<br />
:*Getting advice from the bard [[Nathan Telluride]], Jancis once again attempts to help soften Oscare's demeanor and bring out the happy man she first met.<br />
:*[[https://soundcloud.com/akirakosemura/light-dance-with-violin Oscare arrives at the Still Shore in a navy blue suit and performs on the violin as a gift to Jancis.]] "I am happy." "That is also a gift." "Maybe I do it for a reason?" [[http://i.imgur.com/N4zg1nT.jpg Scene]]<br />
:*Oscare performs a song at Halone's pilgrimage which touches Jancis. Trying to hide over the impactful words with clapping, she overdoes it sending the man, once again, away.<br />
::*Coming to his quarters afterwards, Jancis is shown a magic trick with cards, and is given the Queen of Diamonds to hold onto while Oscare is in the field on a job.<br />
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*<b>You Otto Know</b>: Jancis continues to run into the artist [[Otto Vann]] "by chance" and ends up having strange and endearing conversations with. The man's lifestyle is confusing for the conjurer, but she does what she can to help this, overall, good-natured highlander.<br />
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:*Jancis is a part-time advisor for the man, trying as she might to make it more as a friendly favor than a paid service.<br />
:*Not finding gil to be overly valuable herself, Jancis continues to turn down the abundance of wealth Otto offers her.<br />
::*In lieu of monetary payment, Otto has gifted her a workspace consisting of a table, chairs, and some tools. He handmade a wardrobe from walnut and other Glade-natural wood and stocked it with a dress and other garments (she uses it for more storage like a pantry as well), and a quilted bed-like fur rug. Many plants as well.<br />
:*In connection with the Sultansworn, Otto asks for Jancis' knowledge and connections with [[Coatleque Crofte]].<br />
:*In a very kind gesture, Jancis has accepted his help in searching for her fiance, [[Alveo Soulseeker]], who hasn't been heard from in three months. Working with Otto's right-hand, [[Ridley Silverlake]] returns with news that Alveo's group was slain and the man is missing in action. She also provides other records of Alveo's activities, proving he has been moving and working beyond need to be away.<br />
:*Though uninterested in the outskirts of Coerthas, Jancis comes to support Otto's fighting ring in comforting fighters and assisting with wounds.<br />
:*Supplies Otto from time to time with a 'medicine' that consists of herbal concentrations of tea to assist the man in sleeping and keeping awake. The orbs are covered in chocolate and are almost more of a placebo as far as how potent the effects are.<br />
:*After the murder of his love, Anna, Jancis hopes to find a way to help the powerful man cope without acting on pure vengeance.<br />
:*Surprised with a luncheon treat, Otto takes Cici and Jancis out for finger sandwiches and pineapple juice on the beach of the Mist after Jancis' ordeal with the warehouse attack. Her body bruised and beaten, he insists she soaks in the shallows while he tells a random story of distraction. [[http://i.imgur.com/rqbJjHA.jpg Scene]]<br />
::*Talking about her own problems, Otto has heard about one of the people who attacked Jancis and how wants to know the other woman's name. Jancis shares what little she knows from Cici, and Otto fills in the other details that it was Jana Ridah among others responsible. [[http://i.imgur.com/1P3qBZH.jpg Scene]]<br />
:*Otto joins the Coral Sea's plight to cease the Leviathan's attack on the coastline and he gets wounded badly. Chaos ensues in the house, leaving Otto to deal with the pain with narcotics and semi-healing. Scarred by the show of weakness and embarrassment that the bruises and wounds would bring to a man of his status, he starts secretly training in lance-work pushing his body to extremes. Finally meeting up with the man, Jancis feels guilty and tries to apologize, but only ends up talking about other 'things of interest' like Leanne's heart and Jancis romantic situation with Z'enath.<br />
::*Doing some simple stretching massage for Otto to help deal with his pain, she continues to look for him in this training so he has time to recover. [[http://i.imgur.com/2JkowNt.jpg Scene]]<br />
::*Jancis gets fishing equipment.<br />
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*<b>A Final Dream</b>: Jancis' encounters with [[Zachary Evans]] with his goals and aspirations.<br />
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:*Randomly running into Cici speaking with Sir Evans, the gladiator asks Jancis to help him pick out some clothing for the upcoming Starlight Ball. After many bells and watching the man put on a random assortment of clothes the two manage to find something deemed appropriate for the gala. The entire time, Jancis finds the man a big awe-inspiring for having a freedom from such cultural boundaries but accepting of them at the same time, listening to his stories of his large family and their Feastday practices, and the reason for all this work is to give an unknown woman at the time the night of her life before he leaves. [[http://i.imgur.com/HemTowO.jpg Scene]]<br />
::*A distress call goes out on the Red Wings' linkpearl and Zachary bolts off, beckoning Jancis to follow in his finery, to find [[Erik Mynhier]] cursed by a mysterious time magic returning the older paladin to his youthful mind and appearance. At this time, to prove himself, Erik tells a secret truth that the woman Zachary is working so hard for is [[Siha Xinkei]] "You're in love with my sister Siha." [[http://i.imgur.com/Mrou6rU.jpg Scene]]<br />
::*On other visits to Cici, Jancis continues to run into Zachary getting help from the lady knight, including dance lessons and an exclamation to spar with her to prove his worth.<br />
::*After listening, Zachary explains he has had dreams of the missing warriors from the Calamity and believes he can find them in the void. This only worries and upsets Jancis, especially since he has so much family that a gamble of himself is too high of a stake, but her concerns are quelled by the man's resolve. [[http://i.imgur.com/CLjOFpD.jpg Scene]]<br />
:*The night of the Starlight Ball arrives, only to find that Siha is escorted by another man for the night. Giving some words of encouragement, Jancis manages to persuade Zachary to at least dance with the lady of his affection and be honest with her.<br />
::*Despite other fine garments available for the occasion made available a shops closer to the ball than before, the gladiator still wears the items Jancis purchased before much to her surprise.<br />
::*Later in the evening, Zachary gives Jancis a rest from hosting and they friends dance together. The conjurer fails in an opportunity to help the man have the dance he actually sought, even preparing to sing a song in particular for the occassion.<br />
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*<I>Misc-ing its Own Story</I><br />
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*Uponing joining the Harbingers of Dawn company, Jancis got wrapped up in a personal condition of one of the soldiers. By chance missing the worst of his afflicted curse; she ended up trusting Alveo and his companion Rynn. <br />
:*While mostly being forced to be a source of outsider support, Jancis continued to bring aid and deal with the awkward man with a gruff demeanor. She was there when Alveo defeated Illear, freeing himself, and found him to be much more than a cold husk.<br />
*Taking it upon herself to understand more of the strained relationship of those in the Harbingers, Jancis came to be a specific support to the Primarch himself. Freed from his curse, Jancis was a part of the battle to save the Primarch and take down the Leviathan. In the aftermath Jancis has built up new confidence in herself, found an ally with Lady Tasa.<br />
:*In the continued recovery of the Primarch, Jancis has a new admiration for the arcanist arts and a drive to study their techniques.<br />
*Murder in Ul'dah: Upon hearing Sir Filangieri's distress about a potent murder in Ul'dah, Jancis has volunteered to serve as bait and assist the knight in pursuing the case. Sadly nothing came of the offer, resulting in more pain for the knight.<br />
*A Bow and a Man: Jancis has gotten involved with a friend's contract to find a thief. Not knowing the ultimate plans, she knows the man has taken an important heirloom of Oscare's. With Alveo agreeing to assist, she has free reign to pursue the problem and help the tall hunter. After finding out the man who stole the bow is known to Oscare's family, the man was found in a hideout in the Shroud. Oscare and Alveo took on the group and recovered the heirloom, though Alveo does not remember the fight at all.<br />
*Debt and Love: Jancis feels a need to repay Lady Tasa for her generosity and kindness. Convinced the warrior isn't actually pushing for reimbursement, she looks for other ways to be loyal and giving. <br />
*:After Lady Tasa effectively "proposed" to Jancis, the conjurer feels that she's not obligated to help the warrior out of a gil contract and more to be kind in general. Also, Jancis encouraged her to talk to Cici about their relationship. Tasa took her up on the advice, effectively moving from romantic attraction to more platonic.<br />
*Academy: After Professor Rurujua assisted the Harbinger's leader and offered to teach the group lessons, the conjurer has become very interested in learning more about aether in general.<br />
*<b>The Maelstrom Misunderstanding</b>: Looking to prove her worth and ease the conscious of her beloved, Jancis joined the Maelstrom as a medic. Unknown to her, this only caused her lover more worry and concern. Her current work has her going along the coastal towns assisting the locals with their ailments and concerns.<br />
*<b>A Barto-loadmeo of Trouble</b>: Jancis keeps up a tentative relationship with the knight of late, unsure how to assist the man after hearing about his questioning loyalty with the Sultansword and departure. The knight has been taking more trips to the Shroud where the conjurer only sees him sparingly.<br />
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*<I>Meli the Primal</I><br />
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:*After following along with another one of [[Memeli Meli]] pranks, many members are sent on a while goose chase for a riddling pantry thief. While "rewarding" Jancis, Meli's kiss leaves an enchantment that makes the conjurer obsess with the lalafel and her wishes.<br />
::*From the serious insistent urging of [[Jezune Garinthe]], Jancis shakes off the spell and is left confused as to what happened.<br />
::*Later on, many others get entranced by Meli's trick and the company is forced to physically fight them to break the enchantment. Memeli gets grounded for her dangerous tricks.<br />
:*After this ordeal and getting wounded in the transgression, Jancis is quick to pull on Meli's hair if she needs to and does not accept kisses from her.<br />
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*<I>Al-well that ends well</I>: <br />
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After many trips North to find her beloved and assist him in his ordeals and endeavors, Jancis continued to find only traces left behind by the man. Contacting his other friends and mentors, whom had not heard of his ventures nor received word back from him, as well as sending multiple letters she was assisted in the end by another friend who confirmed Alveo was actively receiving her correspondence and was going on his own missions of his own accord. Though heartbroken, she learned to live with his decision and discontinued her trips North or holding out for contact; knowing his indecision before about a life of settling down and his refusal to put her into danger clearly trumped any importance she held on his heart previously.<br />
*Being brave and strong-headed in a rare occasion, Jancis lost her proper demeanor with Sir Filangieri which led to a complicated encounter with the two. Alveo finding out and taking it poorly, Jancis decided in order to "forgive herself" to take up a huge amount of debt to protect Alveo. Jancis was indebted to Lady Tasa. <br />
:*Reuniting with Alveo by chance while working, he convinced her that they could "go home", but the soldier's true intentions were to goad the knight Sir Filangieri into a fight. After being humiliated in front of the others, Jancis was strained with thoughts of giving up on her beloved. The situation was more compounded by his additional apologies and a very intimate offer. Jancis' trust in Alveo has improved dramatically from the sailor's continued efforts to compromise with the stubborn knight. <br />
*Key events including rejoining the Maelstrom, night of the Pumpkin Cafe opening, and Dhemgeim's nameday celebration have solidified Jancis' commitment to Alveo.<br />
*In a show of loyalty and to give Alveo clarity, Jancis has entrusted him with her most precious possession: a silver charm bracelet, infant-sized, with a seashell-shaped charm bearing the engraving "L.F.".<br />
*At Alveo's lack of concern and mix-up that he intended to take on a near suicidal job for a shady mercenary group, she struck him. Anytime this is brought up, Jancis feels very guilty.<br />
*Alveo proposed on the 30th Sun of the 3rd Umbral Moon, after the Grindstone they traveled to the Sagoii Desert where the two had first realized how much they cared for one another. While Jancis did not grow up knowing such culture of marriage outside of fictional books, she is excited about the title and reacts to it, particularly from Alveo.<br />
*With a surprising change, Alveo has gone North to assist his mentor in an emergency call. Cleaning out their home and resigning from his position with the Coral Sea and the Maelstrom.<br />
*With little word of his departure, Jancis finds his mentor and learns he has no information on his departure nor had insight of it, much as he does not care for the woman.<br />
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*<i>His Name Was</i><br />
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Remembered from her past, Jancis is reunited with a knight by the name of [[Z'enath Vashyr]] who takes her life into a new path and whose departure leaves her waiting.<br />
:*While travelling back to Gridania, Jancis was confronted by a swordsman with red eyes. His eagerness to speak to her and find out who she was after a simple "hello" blossomed into reuniting with one of the first people Jancis assisted after her isolation in the Shroud. [[Z'enath Vashyr]] nearly lost his eye in preventing a drunken scuffle between two other Wood Wailers that she was able to heal and restore in time. Continuing their correspondence, the two piece together their memories and trade shows of gratitude to one another.<br />
:*After meeting, Jancis offers to assist Z'enath in a job he took on from a group of ruffian bandits that were laying waste to small hovels. Though she acts as little more than bait to the bandits, she catches a glimpse of the paladin's abilities and control over conjuration aether. The two rest in Quarrymill overnight as Wood Wailers handle the mess the bandits left behind. Returning to Gridania, Jancis proves she still knows how to climb a tree by... climbing a tree.<br />
:*Called away once word that [[L'aenoh Tia]] was found abruptly, Jancis reunites with Z'enath after their hasty departure and both agree to meet up in the Mist of Limsa. The paladin honors her with a hand painted map of Eorzea.<br />
:*Two train together randomly for both physical and mental prowess.<br />
:*Jancis was moved as the knight appeared at the doorstep of her inn room in Coerthas as she went on a sojourn to recover a rare cave fungus. Insisting he help her on the mission, the two survive some wild beasts and, while recovering, term one another as friend and true ally. Z'enath reveals a bit more of his past that brings him obvious shame, as well as some words that "upon the Horizon" some change might come. Jancis offers to assist in this change.<br />
:*Out running errands in the Shroud, Z'enath confesses to her that he has a task to accomplish alone and that he might not return. Jancis waits the days he claims to be gone realizing a deep worry and concern for the man. Missing him fervently, she continues to check in with the Flames if he has contacted them. Considering the ordeal she had with her lost love, she is coming to realize how intense her concern and care for the knight is. <br />
::*Couple days after the masquerade party, Jancis finds Z'enath waiting for her on the docks of the Mist. Overwhelmed with relief and happiness that he has returned, she embraces him and asks to know more of his past to understand why he's made a choice of being alone and, hopefully, move on from such a lifestyle.<br />
::*Asked to a dinner where they can talk, the knight explains a bit more of his childhood activities and his foster father, "his caretaker", and also find out more about his interests and changes of heart, overcome by his admittance to the "fascination" he has found in the conjurer. [[http://i.imgur.com/aZW8fO4.jpg Scene]]<br />
::*Returning to Limsa, Jancis is invited to an abandoned house that is now endowed to Z'enath. His childhood home and left closed for a couple years, Jancis visits it often to help with cleaning and repairs to rebuild a better life for Z'enath that is not based solely on revenge. [[http://ffxiv-roleplayers.com/showthread.php?tid=5431&pid=119971#pid119971 Anecdote Reference]]<br />
:*After finding out about the Starlight Ball and another man's offer to escort Jancis to it, Z'enath is prompted to invite Jancis over to his home and confesses more than his consideration of her presence in his life, referring to it as "the only path he is sure about". Admitting that he waited too long, he also asks to escort Jancis to the Ball which she immediately accepts understanding his reasoning and courtship proposal. [[http://i.imgur.com/9HvTI29.jpg Scene]]<br />
:*Continuing to add to his home, Jancis tries to support his own personal goals. She learns that his foster father was slain by an assassin, a dark group known for their ruby earring that Z'enath escaped working for himself.<br />
:*During the Nophica pilgrimage, Z'enath is delayed as he finds some people associated from the assassin group he's hunting. Sporting a black eye, he makes it there and hides it under his hair, the two suspects getting away. <br />
:*Learning more about these assassins Z'enath was mixed up with, Jancis turns at the Seeker Keeper eclipse celebration to find him missing. Not seeing him since, she believes he has either been taken or killed.<br />
::*Only clues she has to his disappearance is a note about a group that wears a ruby earring in one ear and his house left intact as it had been.<br />
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==<div style="background: #BEBEBE; padding: 0.5em;">''Snapshots''</div>==<br />
<gallery><br />
File:O4WJR0D.jpg|Pilgrimage for Halone<br />
File:BPCgezI.jpg|Pilgrimage for Althyk<br />
File:Ffxiv 11222014 163832.jpg|Pilgrimage of Nophica<br />
File:6j59QnW.jpg|Pilgrimage for Nald'thal<br />
File:Ffxiv 11012014 183212.jpg|With Oscare in the Goblet<br />
File:Ffxiv 11072014 030825.jpg|With Val in the Mist<br />
File:Ffxiv 12022014 205744.jpg|With Coatleque in Ul'dah<br />
File:Ffxiv 12202014 220614.jpg|Meeting Lan again in Gridania<br />
File:Ffxiv 10032014 004643.jpg|Meeting Xydane<br />
File:Ffxiv 09212014 122757.jpg|With Z'enath in Ul'dah<br />
File:907UqP9.jpg|L'aenoh and Jancis (and some random dude!)<br />
File:Ffxiv_09142014_020123.jpg|Jancis saved by Jezune<br />
File:Bv5cBfD.jpg|Staelufre and Jancis outside the Still Shore<br />
File:646X9rb.png|Dreaming of Memeli Meli<br />
File:0lyAh1l.jpg|With Otto Vann in Ul'dah<br />
File:Ffxiv 08202014 210409.jpg|Oscare and Jancis in the Goblet<br />
File:Ffxiv_08242014_002642.jpg|Working at the Grindstone<br />
File:Ffxiv 08302014 014234.png|Enjoying the Faire<br />
File:Ffxiv_09222014_013248.jpg|Jancis sleeping in her room<br />
File:ZPFD0Es.jpg|Jancis' Induction to the Coral Sea<br />
File:Ffxiv 10232014 205832.png|Behemoth costume for HoD Masquerade<br />
File:Ffxiv 11222014 211534.jpg|Jancis in Gridania<br />
File:Ffxiv 09132014 134708.jpg|Jancis in Limsa<br />
File:Ffxiv 12072014 184750.jpg|Jancis in La Noscea<br />
File:Ffxiv 12142014 131419.jpg|In Limsa<br />
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File:Ffxiv 10102014 224636.jpg|Z'enath takes Jancis training, putting her in armor.<br />
File:Ffxiv 10072014 213410.jpg|Z'enath protecting Jancis in Coerthas.<br />
File:Ffxiv 10042014 180342.jpg|Meditating in La Noscea<br />
File:Ffxiv 09232014 215114.jpg|Otto and Jancis talk in her room.<br />
File:Ffxiv 09212014 185319.jpg|Z'enath training outside of Ul'dah.<br />
File:Ffxiv 09192014 002059.jpg|Z'enath and Jancis confronting bandits in the Shroud.<br />
File:Ffxiv 09172014 233427.jpg|Spotted in Gridania, Z'enath recognizes Jancis.<br />
File:Ffxiv 09162014 230529.jpg|Otto and Jancis talking about life.<br />
File:Ffxiv_07162014_000000.jpg|Jancis meeting L'aenoh.<br />
File:Solhai_uldah_oscare_pears.png|Jancis and Oscare in Ul'dah (with Coral Sea).<br />
File:Ffxiv_07202014_003629.jpg|Jancis helping with the capture of the would-be assassins in Ul'dah.<br />
File:Ffxiv_09132014_001235.jpg|In Limsa with the Sultansworn.<br />
File:JcHayxN.jpg|Having cupcakes at the Still Shore.<br />
File:Ffxiv 09282014 020338.jpg|Jezune and Jancis at the Grindstone.<br />
File:Ffxiv_08302014_203155.jpg|Obsidian Hornet<br />
File:Ffxiv 07252014 211250.jpg|Working with Coral.<br />
File:Ffxiv_06282014_045026.jpg|Drinking Contest with Coral Sea.<br />
File:Solhai_limsa_1.png|Jancis outside of the Wench.<br />
File:Solhai_cc_tasa_jancis_quicksand.png|Cici, Lady Tasa, and Jancis at the Quicksand.<br />
File:Solhai_cc_tasa_jancis_bronze_lake.png|Lady Tasa invites Cici and Jancis for some R&R at Camp Bronze Lake.<br />
File:Solhai_ship_off.png|Jancis watching some Coral Sea shipping off.<br />
File:Solhai_bartolomeo_bell.png|Sir Filangieri and Lady Bell in Ul'dah.<br />
File:Solhai_Jancis_Tasa_Bartolomeo_duel.png|Jancis observes Sir Filangieri and Lady Tasa spar.<br />
File:Solhai_alveo_rynn.png|Alveo and Rynn before breaking the curse.<br />
File:Solhai_Alveo.png|Alveo Camp<br />
File:Solhai_Jancis_Alveo_home.png|Alveo and Jancis return to the Mist.<br />
File:Solhai_alveo_jancis_fs.png|Alveo recovering from injuries in the Sagolii Desert.<br />
File:Ffxiv_06292014_022909.jpg|Proposal from Alveo.<br />
File:Ffxiv 07302014 225153.jpg|Alveo, Rynn, and Jancis<br />
File:Ffxiv 07192014 195704.jpg|Alveo and Jancis in Thanalan<br />
File:Ffxiv 07082014 184736.jpg|Alveo and Jancis in Coerthas<br />
File:Ffxiv 07062014 120012.jpg|Alveo and Jancis in Limsa<br />
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*[[http://ffxiv-roleplayers.com/showthread.php?tid=9074&pid=130966#pid130966 Magic the Gathering Card from Coatleque]]<br />
*[[https://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=gmMdQll3E7o Theme Song for Jancis from Dhemgeim]]<br />
:*♪The way that you love dear, the fate of the world you leave behind ♪ A way to the future, making a moment built to last ♪ You want to love, well now's your chance ♪ "To me, Jancis is someone full of opposites. She is strong, and gentle. She is withdrawn, but extroverted. There is so much honesty within her, but she's mysterious in her quiet nature. The clearest thing I've ever seen about Jancis is how she loves. She loves everyone, good and bad, because they are people and to her that is the most important of all the things. Jancis is someone who wears her heart on her sleeve, and is strong enough not to let it get broken by the world. The slow but up-beat tune of this song suits her to me. I love the way it goes up and down, because I feel Jancis must have had a lot of hardships in her life. But overall, this song is full of hope."<br />
*[[http://ffxiv-roleplayers.com/showthread.php?tid=9742&pid=139046#pid139046 Tarot Card by Rhea Zaheela as Temperance]]<br />
*[[http://ffxiv-roleplayers.com/showthread.php?tid=8413&pid=147179#pid147179 Pixel Jancis by Ilwe'ran Hlaiwa]]</div>Dhemgeimhttps://wiki.ffxiv-roleplayers.com/index.php?title=Renee_Becquerel&diff=76398Renee Becquerel2015-02-20T03:14:21Z<p>Dhemgeim: </p>
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<div align=justify><div style="padding: 10px 15px;">At least superficially, '''Renee Georgette Becquerel''' is an outgoing, outspoken woman defined by her passions and a nature that fits the mould of a bard and a patriotic Limsan to a near-ridiculous degree. With a carefully-crafted appearance and tendency for passionate displays that betray a deeply idealistic and romantic worldview, it can be easy enough to write her off as not just boisterous, but as a loud and even obnoxious extrovert with a quick wit and occasionally sharp tongue.<br />
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While hardly an act, her superficial appearance is just that. In private settings, something she values deeply, Renee's introversion and deliberative personality is far more apparent than first impressions might let on. Prone to introspective dwelling, Renee gives deep meaning to intimate relationships and, above all else, open honesty.<br />
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Many might know her as [[Renaud Becquerel|Renaud Georges Becquerel]], Captain of The Coral Sea and dedicated officer of the Maelstrom. Shortly after the death of his friend and First Mate, Dhemgeim Shyrdoenwyn, Renaud acquired a rare alchemical elixir and, quite simply, became a woman. Though at first it seemed to be something of a joke, for reasons Renee cagily refuses to divulge the details of, the change became more apparently permanent until he took on a new name, even if she did otherwise remain more or less exactly the same person but whatever changes brought on by Dhemgeim’s death.<br />
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Renee makes no bones about just how much she enjoys the varying reactions to her new appearance. While she considers herself a woman just as she previously considered herself a man, Renee believes herself to be the exact same person she's ever been and, if that's not true, then that any difference in her personality has nothing to do with her gender. As she and plenty of others have noticed, Renee is at least more or less the same person she has ever been, but the response to her as a woman both from those who knew her as Renaud and those who didn’t gives her ample opportunity to read the attitudes and intentions of others.<br><br />
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<div><font style="color:#8f827a;">■</font> '''Honesty'''<br><br />
Above all else, Renee values honesty and lives a philosophy centred around the idea and ideal of its pursuit, dedicated to it to the point that she avoids actively deceiving others at all costs.</div><br />
<div><font style="color:#8f827a;">■</font> '''Music'''<br><br />
Not just a bard, but a Limsan and the child of a sailor, Renee generally prefers singing and harps as both make for easy travel. Rarely, she can be found wielding a fiddle.</div><br />
<div><font style="color:#8f827a;">■</font> '''Writing'''<br><br />
Believing herself partially responsible for the future of the bardic arts, Renee is a hoarder of fantastic-yet-true stories.</div><br />
<div><font style="color:#8f827a;">■</font> '''Woodworking'''<br><br />
An artefact of her time in the Shroud, Renee is a carpenter of considerable artistic talent and, upon returning to Limsa Lominsa, learned the skills of a shipwright.</div><br />
<div><font style="color:#8f827a;">■</font> '''Limsa Lominsa'''<br><br />
Patriotic nearly to a fault, Renee believes deeply in both the might and right of her homeland. She is deeply loyal to the thalassocracy, its Admiral, and the rule of law they represent.</div><br />
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<div><font style="color:#7e7b79;">■</font> '''Dishonesty'''<br><br />
Be it people causing harm by lying to others or causing harm by lying to themselves, Renee openly dislikes people who live their lives without at least passing regard to the value of honesty.</div><br />
<div><font style="color:#7e7b79;">■</font> '''Cowardice'''<br><br />
Renee will readily encourage people who can't fight for themselves to think of their own safety, but one of the easiest ways to lose her respect is to have the power to act and choose not to out of fear.</div><br />
<div><font style="color:#7e7b79;">■</font> '''Selfishness'''<br><br />
Renee has no problem with self-interest and a desire for personal gain, but she draws a stark line with people who live their lives at the detriment of others.</div><br />
<div><font style="color:#7e7b79;">■</font> '''Pirates'''<br><br />
Renee appreciates the history of piracy Limsa had to claw out of and is openly hostile to people who romanticise it and worse to those who would try to bring it back.</div><br />
<div><font style="color:#7e7b79;">■</font> '''Racism'''<br><br />
Between being an adventurer and having grown up in a city with few Elezen, Renee has little tolerance for those with little tolerance.</div><br />
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<div><font style="color:#8f827a;">■</font> '''Security'''<br><br />
The Becquerels are a family of the dead and dying and Renee's own life has been defined by a great deal of aimlessness. She eagerly seeks to have a place of her own, both literal and figurative, where she can settle down to a peaceful, prosperous life.</div><br />
<div><font style="color:#8f827a;">■</font> '''Redemption'''<br><br />
Renee walks around with her fair share of regrets for decisions made in the past. While she's emotionally balanced enough they don't bog her down, she has an inherent desire to prove to herself that she is, in fact, a truly worthwhile person.</div><br />
<div><font style="color:#8f827a;">■</font> '''Love'''<br><br />
A passionate idealist, Renee's a true romantic and values love as not just the gratification of another, but an ideal truly worthy of earnest pursuit. She cares about loving and earning the love of those she cares about.</div><br />
<div><font style="color:#8f827a;">■</font> '''Self-Control'''<br><br />
As something she once had a desperate lack of, Renee puts a great deal of weight on self-control and maintaining it within reason, but that doesn't mean she doesn't enjoy life. Renee eagerly seeks a life of...</div><br />
<div><font style="color:#8f827a;">■</font> '''Hedonism'''<br><br />
A trait she's always had and, for a time, suffered for. Whether she's an earnest and passionate bon vivant or a demented and mentally-unwell lecher might be up for debate, but Renee values the chance to live her life well and share the pleasures of that life with others.</div><br />
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<div><font style="color:#7e7b79;">■</font> '''Tenacious'''<br><br />
A quality that's defined much of her later life and earned her standing in the Maelstrom. Renee is deliberate about when she engages in conflict, but when she does, she draws stark lines and is willing, if not always eager, to make decisions, come what consequences may.</div><br />
<div><font style="color:#7e7b79;">■</font> '''Loyal'''<br><br />
Though she tries to be at least genial with most everyone she meets, Renee rarely gives others the benefit of her intensely trusting loyalty. To those she does, it is an earnest bond and one that is desperately hard to break and rarely broken without dire cost.</div><br />
<div><font style="color:#7e7b79;">■</font> '''Passionate'''<br><br />
When anyone or anything manages to gain her true affections, Renee's overwhelming earnestness is either an incredible boon or a terribly obnoxious problem. This is especially the case with people she believes need her protection, guidance, or otherwise meddling.</div><br />
<div><font style="color:#7e7b79;">■</font> '''Intelligent'''<br><br />
Being quick-witted and well-educated makes Renee a strong thinker with a tendency to delve into the philosophical. On the battlefield, Renee is a deliberate tactician who rarely leaps into a fray without a well-formed and flexible plan.</div><br />
<div><font style="color:#7e7b79;">■</font> '''Socially Deft'''<br><br />
If nothing else and when it doesn't violate her devotion to an honest life, Renee is capable of practised social grace and considerable charisma or, failing that, considerable superficial charm.</div><br />
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<div><font style="color:#8f827a;">■</font> '''Prideful'''<br><br />
For better or worse and often worse, Renee believes herself inherently better than most people. While she has her talents and usually keeps this fault in check, it is entirely possible for her self-righteous habits to come through and rarely do they do so in a way that inspires more confidence than aggravation in others.</div><br />
<div><font style="color:#8f827a;">■</font> '''Meddling'''<br><br />
While it might be born out of caring for people, Renee has a terrible and terribly obnoxious habit of meddling in the lives of those she feels a combination of worthy, interesting, and needy.</div><br />
<div><font style="color:#8f827a;">■</font> '''Jealous'''<br><br />
Renee's jealousy goes hand-in-hand with her deep trust. She's protective of what and who she considers hers and, for how much she cares about loving and being loved, fears the loss of those very loved ones.</div><br />
<div><font style="color:#8f827a;">■</font> '''Occasionally Tactless'''<br><br />
Appreciating open honesty has its downsides. While rarely oafish, Renee tires quickly of showing "unnecessary" grace to people she considers fools and will gladly deliver hard, honest truths just to be done with a frustrating issue. This rarely actually makes anything better.</div><br />
<div><font style="color:#8f827a;">■</font> '''Introspective'''<br><br />
Being aware of this fault, she seeks the company of those she has some intimate connection with, but her pride often gets the best of her and causes her to fail to fully divulge in just what way she's suffering. When this happens, she tends to pull away from people, dwell on her discomfort, and succumb to a grim moodiness.</div><br />
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<div><font style="color:#7e7b79;">■</font> '''"Flowery"'''<br><br />
From ornate speaking habits, to wild gestures of her hands, and to how she dresses, Renee is especially showy. Whether or not this it's ridiculous and pretentious ostentation or simply a genuine love of theatrics is impossible to tell for sure, but it's a presentation she lowers only when matters require she dial herself down from a solid 11.</div><br />
<div><font style="color:#7e7b79;">■</font> '''Intensely Spiritual'''<br><br />
Much of Renee's adult life has been defined by the spiritual and it shows. She measures problems in equal parts between mortal concerns and those of a "higher" nature. An experience with either death or near-death only intensified this.</div><br />
<div><font style="color:#7e7b79;">■</font> '''Handsy'''<br><br />
There's a point between "fond acquaintance" and "dear friend" where Renee becomes really quite uncomfortable and cares little for personal space.</div><br />
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<div align=justify><div style="padding: 7px 15px;">By common standards, Renee makes for a lovely woman. At six fulms, one ilm, she isn't terribly tall for an Elezen woman and sports a healthy, full figure with a thin layer of softness that only slightly masks the layer of muscle one would expect from a practised archer and well-travelled adventurer. For a Wildwood, her skin has a conspicuous natural darkness with just enough of a muted duskiness beneath it to suggest her mixed heritage. Adding to the case is her dark hair, almost entirely devoid of colour but for the faintest hint of a deep brown in just the right light.<br />
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Her features run a little long with angular cheekbones framing a chiselled and rather prominent nose. Her sharp, cunning eyes are mismatched; one a dark green, the other a bronze brown and sit beneath a sharp brow, often in the earliest stages of a wolfish grin, crooked to match her lips with dark lipstick usually making them look fuller than their actually-average lushness. Conspicuously new and a style adopted from a friend, a beauty mark draws attention to the right corner of her mouth.<br />
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Renee's sense in fashion occasionally nears the elegant but more often dives deep into the showy and downright extravagant. Sweeping coats, contrasting colours, deep necks, and ample jewellery make picking her out of a crowd an easy task. The same care for her physical appearance carries over to her grooming as she obviously pays meticulous attention to her hair, skin, and nails keeping them all in the best condition one could reasonably expect from an adventurer. Usually lingering around her is the scent of floral perfume, moisturising oils, and a faint hint of fragrant tobacco, making her presence just that much more obnoxious.<br />
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Some might rightly accuse her of vanity, but Renee is always eager to point out just how few complaints about her vanity were levelled when she was not Renee but Renaud.<br />
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<div align=justify><div style="padding: 10px 15px;">Like many adventurers and, ideally, all officers of the Maelstrom, Renee is a deadly combatant. Skilled with a bow, Renee is remarkably talented without mention of her abilities as a bard. While she has cursory training in other weapons, particularly the axe, Renee's true mastery is the bow and it is one she will eagerly rely on given the choice to do so. What sets her apart as a combatant is a well-trained focused calm. In a fight, Renee eschews anger, instead focusing with lethal intent on the task of overwhelming her opponent and ideally ending any fight she's been forced into as quickly as possible.<br />
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In terms of both her abilities in combat and her general personality, Renee does not take well to light scraps or, in fact, "honourable" combat. Renee relies on stealth, the element of surprise, and brutal efficiency to assure victory which goes a long way to explaining just why she so eagerly avoids physical violence until absolutely necessary.</div></div><br />
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For obvious reasons, much of Renee's life is defined by her life as Renaud. Both by force and by choice, Renee has travelled across much of Eorzea, leaving a mark of some kind everywhere she's gone. Though in her youth in Limsa Lominsa, she might not have distinguished herself as entirely upstanding, her adult life has in large part been lived to make up for those mistakes of the past. Likely chief among that effort to make up for her past has been learning to cope with the issue of "overheated humours" that wound up driving her out of Limsa Lominsa. This desire for a kind of redemption has driven Renee to hold herself to the high standard that has defined her adult life, especially recently.<br />
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Though well-travelled, the most likely place anyone who hadn't met her on a particularly infamous excursion would know Renee from, either as Renee or Renaud, would be from Limsa Lominsa in the years surrounding the Calamity or Gridania nine years before it. Renee has hunted pirates and Garleans alike, slain primals, and distinguished herself as both an officer of the Maelstrom and, more recently, an adventurer.<br />
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: <div><font style="color:#585350;" size="2">■</font> '''1542''': Born on the 10th Sun, 5th Umbral Moon to Georgette Friloux and Beauvissoix Becquerel in Limsa Lominsa, something Renee knows nothing about. Later named Renaud Georges Becquerel, he is raised by Beauvissoix Becquerel and his wife, Vivienne. Georgette remains a family friend to Beauvissoix and Vivienne, the latter having been unable to conceive a child of her own.</div><br />
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: <div><font style="color:#585350;" size="2">■</font> '''1542-1559''': Renaud lives with his parents, getting a solid education in maritime skills from reading and writing to the advanced mathematics necessary for cartography and navigation and even military and naval strategy. He shows a knack for sailing and even occasionally serves as a deck boy aboard a ship of which his mother is the cartographer, The Coral Sea.</div><br />
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: <div><font style="color:#585350;" size="2">■</font> '''1559-1563''': Gawky Elezen or not, Renaud starts really coming into his own as a young man. As he gets older, Renaud develops an issue with sex addiction and, between his good reputation and relative charm, gets himself into no end of trouble. Among his saving graces, aside from dumb luck, is the Muse, a brothel operated by a family friend (and still unknown to him, his biological mother), Georgette Friloux. At the Muse, Renaud works through some of his pent-up needs and stays out of at least the worst kind of trouble, but it doesn't last.</div><br />
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: <div><font style="color:#585350;" size="2">■</font> '''1563''': Renaud makes his way into a relationship with a young Roegadyn woman and the two have a passionate, if secretive affair. At the height of this relationship, the pair actually consider running away together but are caught in the act by the young woman's father. At this point, Renaud, now a known womaniser and deviant, is summarily beaten and more or less told to leave Limsa under considerable threat to his safety. Renaud relents and, at the behest of his concerned parents, leaves for Gridania to live with his only other living relative, his grandmother.</div><br />
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: <div><font style="color:#585350;" size="2">■</font> '''1563''': Gridania does not agree with Renaud in the least and the feeling is very much mutual. As a boisterous, outspoken Limsan with skin a little too dark to be a pure Wildwood, Renaud's experience of Gridanian culture is even more defined by xenophobia, coldness, and an open loathing of outsiders than usual. Still, Oliviette, his grandmother, demands he make something of himself more worthy than a disgraced pervert. Renaud takes up work as an apprentice carpenter and begins honing his skills with a bow.</div><br />
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: <div><font style="color:#585350;" size="2">■</font> '''1565-1668''': Renaud comes into his own as a carpenter and a bowman. The former is much more his official line of work while his work as a bowman mostly comes in the form of provided an extra hand with the Gods' Bow when foreign adventurers prove a little too unreliable. While never really enjoying the full respect of a non-outsider, Renaud learns to grudgingly tolerate what he sees as deep flaws in Gridanian culture. During this time, Renaud develops a sense of self-control and restraint over his issues involving sex. While the addiction is never really "cured", Renaud at least learns how to manage it.</div><br />
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: <div><font style="color:#585350;" size="2">■</font> '''1568''': Now a talented carpenter and archer, Gridania finally begins to grate on Renaud more than he's willing to tolerate. Renaud decides to follow in his father's path and take to the road, but it's a road that inevitably leads him back to his native Vylbrand.</div><br />
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: <div><font style="color:#585350;" size="2">■</font> '''1568-1572''': After a relatively short journey across Eorzea, Renaud arrives in Vylbrand. Many of the errors in his past have been grudgingly forgiven, if not forgotten, with time. While still not an adventurer outright, Renaud travels around Vylbrand and eventually encounters a mountain hermit and his "daughter", [[Vilsewaen Steinhoh]] and [[Staelufre Lysmerl]]. Renaud develops a relationship with the two, coming under the tutelage of Vilsewaen's philosophy, one that advocates a life lived in pursuit of truth as an ideal and higher calling. Renaud continues his travels of Vylbrand, but never strays too far from these newfound friends who quickly become a kind of family.</div><br />
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: <div><font style="color:#585350;" size="2">■</font> '''1572''': As the war with the Garleans reaches a fever pitch, both Renaud and Vilsewaen leave the relative safety of the north to assist with the Maelstrom's efforts with Renaud actually joining the ranks proper. By the time the battle lines are drawn and the war reaches its climax at Carteneau, Renaud is wounded and unable to assist in the fight. Vilsewaen Steinhoh is among those soldiers who flee the massacre. Beauvissoix and Vivienne Becquerel, however, are not so fortunate and are slain by Garlean forces before the true horror of Carteneau and the ensuing Calamity is unleashed on the realm.</div><br />
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: <div><font style="color:#585350;" size="2">■</font> '''00''': While Renaud, along with many others now returning from Carteneau, recovered from his injuries the news of his parents' deaths hit him understandably hard. Still, he mourned, he prayed for their peace, and he moved on. The horrors of the Calamity meant almost every single Eorzean was in a state of mourning, which made it hard to dwell on one's personal losses. The loss of his parents instilled in Renaud a new sense of direction, a motivation to fulfil the potential in himself and in his family line. Once he was fit to serve again, Renaud threw himself into his service with the Maelstrom.</div><br />
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: <div><font style="color:#585350;" size="2">■</font> '''00-04 (1572-1576)''': With his unit in the Maelstrom, Renaud scours northern Vylbrand for pirate activity, purging natural harbours of threats to the thalassocracy. An outspoken patriot and loyal serviceman, Renaud quickly distinguishes himself and rises through the ranks. Without a doubt, Renaud is on the career path. Renaud maintains his focus on his spiritual life, maintaining a connection to the world and developing a vision of the future he truly believes worth fighting for. At some time during his most direct service to the Maelstrom, Renaud awakens to the Echo, something he does publicly discuss to the present day.</div><br />
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: <div><font style="color:#585350;" size="2">■</font> '''04 (1576)''': A fellow member of Renaud's unit, Valenor Ashmoon, is gravely wounded and the group returns to Limsa Lominsa to resupply and send Valenor home. During his leave, Renaud learns of a coming opportunity, a new initiative in the Maelstrom (along with the other grand companies). The regrowing numbers of adventurers will be offered greater access to grand company resources and be able to gain rank and, simultaneously, certain officers can be allowed freer reign over their operations, functionally becoming adventurers as well. As Chief Storm Sergeant, Renaud leaps on this opportunity, seeing it as a way to achieve his greater goals in service not just to Limsa, but to all Eorzea. He hires the recouperating Valenor Ashmoon as his seneschal, a personal assistant, as Ashmoon is too hobbled by his injures to take on physical labour, much less adventuring.</div><br />
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: <div><font style="color:#585350;" size="2">■</font> '''05 (1577)''': Now starting to work as an adventurer in earnest, Renaud finds a friend in another wandering Miqo'te, T'xidh Tyraka. T'xidh is herself an earnest, philosophising sort with high-minded ideals and is inspired by Renaud's outspoken goal of "igniting the kindling spirit of Eorzea as an example to all Hydaelyn." In their back-and-forth discussions, the idea of a free company motivated by their goals takes shape, as an homage, Renaud names the newly-founded company after the ship his mother served on which sank somewhere in the Rhotano some years prior, The Coral Sea. At some point after The Coral Sea's founding, T'xidh is called away to a group of refugees she'd previously helped, she disappears and is, moons later, presumed dead.</div><br />
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: <div><font style="color:#585350;" size="2">■</font> '''Late 05 (1577)''': The Coral Sea is a swiftly-growing, healthy organisation. Many of its original, high-minded goals have been eschewed in favour of something far less martial and something far more familial. By now, Renaud is a well-known figure among his peers in the Maelstrom and is a proper Storm Lieutenant to boot. With The Coral Sea demanding less of his focus as a military leader, Renaud turns his attention to his friend, Dhemgeim Shyrdoenwyn, his First Mate and Sentinel of The Coral Sea. Seeking to draw attention to her alcoholism and unbridled rage, Renaud instigates a training duel with her. A superior combatant with a sword, if blunted by her rage, Dhemgeim overwhelms Renaud, crushing his armour and driving her sword through his chest, all but slaying the man. Renaud spends moons recovering from his dire wounds and sees his incredibly fortunate survival as a product of not just talented healing, but the spiritual strength he's cultivated over the years. This experience with near-death (or actual death, as Renaud sees it) leaves him with considerably stronger convictions and a thick scar beneath his collarbone.</div><br />
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: <div><font style="color:#585350;" size="2">■</font> '''06 (1578)''': A long-term ramification of The Coral Sea's combating either a or the Siren, Dhemgeim Shyrdoenwyn begins to succumb to aether sickness caused by exposure to a fragment of the Siren's harp. Renaud takes an intense personal interest in the unfolding horror, desperate to save his friend, especially after she struggled to reclaim her life from alcoholism. Through a convoluted series of events, Dhemgeim dies a torturous death as a result of a botched attempt to heal her with unknown magicks prepared by someone who failed to follow his direct orders. Though he puts forward the front of a stalwart, trained Captain, such a horrific loss clearly devastates Renaud.</div><br />
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: <div><font style="color:#585350;" size="2">■</font> '''06 (1578)''': A few weeks after Dhemgeim's death at a ladies party hosted by Memeli Meli, Renaud, still in grieving, decides to lighten the mood and keep tabs on his company's morale by acquiring an elixir of fantasia and arrives very much as himself... Just as a woman. The reaction to his transformation has the intended result of providing a distraction for others but less intended is the distraction it provides to himself. While Renaud doesn't blame himself for Dhemgeim's death, he sees it as a result of his orders or at least those orders failing to be followed, he views her death as his responsibility. This combination of grief and the guilt that comes with the responsibility of command leaves Renaud, for the first time, incredibly uncomfortable in his own skin. The opportunity to be someone else without ''actually'' being someone else gives Renaud the chance he needs to heal and grow from the experience. Over time, the change becomes more apparently permanent, both to those around him and himself until culminating in the realisation that he is indeed not quite the same person and decides to live his life as it is now. She takes on the name Renee Georgette Becquerel, not wishing to give up her old name entirely, and going on being more or less the exact same person she ever was.</div><br />
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<div align=center><div>Some of these rumours are untrue, speculation, or are greatly exaggerated. Please feel free to add your own rumours under the Player Character category!</div></div><br />
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<div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #C4AEB6; color:#ece8bd;font-size:14px;text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px #6f373a;"><b>◢ COMMON RUMOURS - </b>''Easily overheard. Use these freely!''</div><br />
<div><font style="color:#b3aba6;">■</font> “Aye, Becquerel? I knew that gawky shite a good epoch back. More charm than wits with that one, got run out of Limsa after years of chasing women and laying with the wrong fathers' daughters. Got that 'appetite' under control well enough now, though.”<br><br />
'''<font style="font-variant:small-caps;font-size:14px;">- a longshoreman in Limsa Lominsa</font>'''</div><br />
<div><font style="color:#b3aba6;">■</font> “Captain Becquerel's a fine officer, certainly, but uh... Well I did hear she almost throw a private off a bridge for questioning orders direct from the Admiral. Only almost! She's wonderfully loyal to the thalassocracy, maybe a little rabid, but... Well, yes, very loyal!”<br><br />
'''<font style="font-variant:small-caps;font-size:14px;">- a junior officer stationed at the Aftcastle</font>'''</div><br />
<div><font style="color:#b3aba6;">■</font> “She's a fine enough woman, isn't she? But she's ''not'', though. I knew that Becquerel back when he was still Renaud, oh was he a charmer and he had hands like you wouldn't believe... Not right though, is it? Nobody who loves themselves that much changes like that for nothing. Damned suspicious, if you ask me.”<br><br />
'''<font style="font-variant:small-caps;font-size:14px;">- a waitress at the Drowning Wench</font>'''</div><br />
<div><font style="color:#b3aba6;">■</font> “Don't rightly know why she's in the Maelstrom. See this bow? It's a genuine Becquerel! Sold it to me herself, 'patriot's discount' she said! Hells, I beat a half-dead fishback the rest of the way with the damned thing and it still works a treat! Can't tell you what she learned in Gridania, but be damned if Limsa don't need more woodworkers of her grade.”<br><br />
'''<font style="font-variant:small-caps;font-size:14px;">- an overly enthusiastic Yellowjacket</font>'''</div><br />
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<div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #B59AA4; color:#ece8bd;font-size:14px;text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px #6f373a;"><b>◢ UNCOMMON RUMORS -</b> ''A little more difficult to hear. Use sparingly or ask first!''</div><br />
<div><font style="color:#948d8a;">■</font> “Becquerel? I worked with him or, rather, ''her'' isn't it now? Certainly fine work from an outsider and a good deal more trustworthy than a lot of adventurers before the Calamity, if not quite as skilled. Really thought they were going to settle down and stay, join up with the Gods' Quiver. Good sort, they are, if a bit brutal. 'Tis rare to see an outsider hunt the Coerlclaw so viciously. Suppose fear's a good a tactic as any.”<br><br />
'''<font style="font-variant:small-caps;font-size:14px;">- a member of the Gods' Quiver in the Carline Canopy</font>'''</div><br />
<div><font style="color:#948d8a;">■</font> “What, the dark-skinned, loud, 'Wildwood' with too much jewellery? Surely you mean that Friloux woman, don't you? Oh, I suppose that could be Becquerel, too, but really, it's half-dozen of one, six of the other, isn't it? Even look alike... huh.”<br><br />
'''<font style="font-variant:small-caps;font-size:14px;">- a merchant in Ul'dah selling imported bows</font>'''</div><br />
<div><font style="color:#948d8a;">■</font> “Madame Becquerel? I repaired her roof, you know. The woman's an absolute terror, even if she is every bit of a hundred years old. Suppose that's Ishgardians for you, isn't it? Even when they leave the place for good, they take a little bit of it with them, don't they? Related to those weird Valentione folk as I hear it told! Wait, you mean her grandchild? Hells, don't much know them.”<br><br />
'''<font style="font-variant:small-caps;font-size:14px;">- a carpenter in Gridania</font>'''</div><br />
<div><font style="color:#948d8a;">■</font> “Oh, aye, I know the Apkallu. Good sort, good sort, true and true, real bleedin' heart and all that, but hells. Y'ever seen the inside o' a pirate, like after gettin' flayed and left t' rot in th' sun? I have... After Becquerel got their mitts on 'em.”<br><br />
'''<font style="font-variant:small-caps;font-size:14px;">- a drunken Lalafell drinking with a group of Maelstrom veterans in Limsa Lominsa</font>'''</div><br />
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<div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #A3818D; color:#ece8bd;font-size:14px;text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px #6f373a;"><b>◢ RARE RUMOURS -</b> ''Very rarely overheard. Please ask before using!''</div><br />
<div><font style="color:#706b68;">■</font> “I knew Vivienne and Beauvissoix, Thal keep them, lovely folk they were, died fighting at Carteneau. But their child? Could've come from Vivienne's stock, sure enough, she was a bit of a mix herself, but I knew her damned well and she was barren, couldn't conceive. Now I don't know many dark-skinned Elezen Beauvissoix was close to, but I do know a certain brothel owner who was friend to both of them.”<br><br />
'''<font style="font-variant:small-caps;font-size:14px;">- an older Roegadyn woman claiming to be a deckhand of The Coral Sea, the ''original'' one</font>'''</div><br />
<div><font style="color:#706b68;">■</font> “Captain Becquerel's a good officer, certainly, and a fine example of why we let our officers have such free reign, but she's not nearly as smooth as that grin of hers would have you think. After what happened with Shyrdoenwyn, Becquerel nearly getting done in by his own first mate... The man was ''dead'', let me tell you. You don't bleed that much and live. He got back on his feet, sure enough, but you spend that many moons having to work just to breathe while putting that much into trying to fix your First Mate? Little wonder he took it so hard when she died. I'm damned surprised he didn't break down more than he did. I probably wouldn't be able to look myself in the mirror either, but then... She doesn't have to see that old face anymore, does she?”<br><br />
'''<font style="font-variant:small-caps;font-size:14px;">- a senior Maelstrom officer stationed at the Moraby Drydocks</font>'''</div><br />
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<div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #8C6170; color:#ece8bd;font-size:14px;text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px #6f373a;"><b>◢ PLAYER CHARACTER RUMOURS -</b> ''Feel free to add rumors of your own!''</div><br />
<div><font style="color:#44413f;">■</font> “Feel free to add your own rumours here!”<br><br />
'''<font style="font-variant:small-caps;font-size:14px;">- some random schlub</font>'''</div><br />
<div><font style="color:#44413f;">■</font> “Wakkeyha... Waking Oak. She stands tall and proud, with roots that reach far below the earth and branches the stretch far into the sky. When ill winds blow, she will not yield to them, yet nor will she break. Still, she is but waking. Learning what such reaches and powers mean, unaware of the strength she possesses. It is a shame, and a grace.”<br><br />
'''<font style="font-variant:small-caps;font-size:14px;">- [[Staelufre Lysmerl]]</font>'''</div><br />
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<center><div><font style="color:#F02311;" size="2">♥</font> Romantic Love | <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="2">♥</font> Platonic Love | <font style="color:#533A8E;" size="2">♥</font> Sexual Attraction | <font style="color:#6B8E23;" size="2">✔</font> Positive | <font style="color:#C24640;" size="2">✖</font> Negative | <font style="color:#6b6e72;" size="2">●</font> Neutral </div><div><font style="font-size:13px;">'''<font style="font-variant:small-caps;font-weight:bold;font-size:16px;">note</font>''': Characters with whom Renee's had considerable dealings. Updated when the player manages to remember! </font></div></center><br />
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: <div>'''<font style="font-variant:small-caps;">[[Rinhilda Stonebreaker]]</font>''' '''(''' <font style="color:#F02311;" size="2">♥</font> <font style="color:#533A8E;" size="2">♥</font> ''')</div><br />
: <div>Rinhilda represents the stable, reliable life Renee wants for herself in the long-term. Their relationship started around doing light adventuring work together, but as Rinhilda left the lifestyle of adventuring, Renee started getting an idea of just what it means to live a more "normal" life.</div><br />
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: <div>'''<font style="font-variant:small-caps;">[[Staelufre Lysmerl]]</font>''' '''(''' <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="2">♥</font> <font style="color:#533A8E;" size="2">♥</font> ''')'''</div><br />
: <div>Staelufre is one of the one of the first people Renee consistently travelled with and fought alongside as an actual partner. Renee very much views their relationship as familial and grants the Miqo'te no small amount of leeway. In spite of whatever Staelufre may see Renee as, Renee sees Staelufre as a peer and a dear friend.</div><br />
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: <div>'''<font style="font-variant:small-caps;">[[Vilsewaen Steinhoh]]</font>''' '''(''' <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="2">♥</font> ''')'''</div><br />
: <div>Unlike Staelufre, Renee does not view Vilsewaen as a parental figure but a mentor and a friend. Through Vilsewaen, Renee's already spiritual view of the world deepened and developed into an appreciation of nobler callings than simple security.</div><br />
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: <div>'''<font style="font-variant:small-caps;">[[Dhemgeim Shyrdoenwyn]]</font>''' '''(''' <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="2">♥</font> <font style="color:#533A8E;" size="2">♥</font> ''')'''</div><br />
: <div> Dhemgeim was a friend and a catalyst for an immense about of change in Renee's life, including the most obvious one. Though they were wildly different people, Renee viewed their lives as oddly similar, capable of great potential but hampered by deep flaws. It was Renee's experience with Dhemgeim, both in life and in death, that turned her desire to enable the potential of others into a more nurturing and even parental desire to protect the good in others.</div><br />
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: <div>'''<font style="font-variant:small-caps;">[[Giselle Friloux]]</font>''' '''(''' <font style="color:#6B8E23;" size="2">✔</font> <font style="color:#533A8E;" size="2">♥</font> ''')'''</div><br />
: <div>Given their almost unseemly similarities, Giselle and Renee made fast friends with one-another. The two have an odd connection through Giselle's mother, Georgette, but met and became friends independently, though their mutual appreciate for the Muse - Georgette's brothel - hastened the growth of their friendship. The bizarre similarities between Renee and Giselle are a frequent subject of discussion and humour, but they write off these similarities as coincidence. They are, in fact, complete idiots.</div><br />
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: <div>'''<font style="font-variant:small-caps;">[[Annaliese Sellecere]]</font>''' '''(''' <font style="color:#6B8E23;" size="2">✔</font> <font style="color:#533A8E;" size="2">♥</font> ''')'''</div><br />
: <div>Met through Giselle, Renee appreciates Annaliese's more serious attitude and appreciates even more that attitude doesn't go far enough to become sour and unpleasant. Between Giselle and Annaliese, Renee has the feeling of actually belonging to a relatively normal social group, even if most of what they do together is smoke, gossip, and meddle in the lives of people who don't want them meddling in their lives.</div><br />
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: <div>'''<font style="font-variant:small-caps;">[[Reinette Sompt]]</font>''' '''(''' <font style="color:#6B8E23;" size="2">✔</font>/<font style="color:#F02311;" size="2">♥</font> <font style="color:#533A8E;" size="2">♥</font> ''')'''</div><br />
: <div>Reinette is an excellent example of the kind of person Renee believes truly "worthy" of her often obnoxious meddling. Now Reinette's First Mate and Practitioner to The Coral Sea, Renee has taken it upon herself to do what she can to improve Reinette's lot in life and help the woman see what Renee believes to be the immense good in herself.</div><br />
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: <div>'''<font style="font-variant:small-caps;">[[Tausenadel Geispsyrsyn]]</font>''' '''(''' <font style="color:#6B8E23;" size="2">✔</font> ''')'''</div><br />
: <div>An officer of The Coral Sea and someone Renee considers a friend. Renee appreciates Tausenadel's more "sensitive" approach to things and generally tender heart, though it may not always be entirely obvious to him. She's come to show him considerably more patience after the death of his wife, Dhemgeim Shyrdoenwyn, fully aware of the immense pain he undoubtedly suffers for it.</div><br />
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: <div>'''<font style="font-variant:small-caps;">[[L'aenoh Tia]]</font>''' '''(''' <font style="color:#6B8E23;" size="2">✔</font> ''')'''</div><br />
: <div>An officer of The Coral Sea and a friend. Given his "unique" personality, Renee choosing L'aenoh as an officer lead to some consternation with certain members of the company, but it was a decision Renee has been glad to see validated by a stalwart and surprisingly reliable companion.</div><br />
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: <div>'''<font style="font-variant:small-caps;">[[Leanne Delphium]]</font>''' '''(''' <font style="color:#6B8E23;" size="2">✔</font> ''')'''</div><br />
: <div>Leanne is a target of Renee and Giselle's meddling. Renee can't help but appreciate how well the Miqo'te handles the undoubtedly irksome attention and is generally graceful in her dealings with others, obnoxious, meddlesome Elezen or otherwise.</div><br />
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: <div>'''<font style="font-variant:small-caps;">[[Jancis Milburga]]</font>''' '''(''' <font style="color:#6B8E23;" size="2">✔</font> <font style="color:#533A8E;" size="2">♥</font> ''')'''</div><br />
: <div>Renee appreciates Jancis' seemingly unflinching grace as a diplomat and views her as an almost aspirational figure as Renee believes her to be someone considerably more "normal" than herself while still being uniquely decent.</div><br />
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: <div>'''<font style="font-variant:small-caps;">[[Trisselle Ganathain]]</font>''' '''(''' <font style="color:#6B8E23;" size="2">✔</font>/<font style="color:#F02311;" size="2">♥</font> <font style="color:#533A8E;" size="2">♥</font> ''')'''</div><br />
: <div>Like Reinette, Trisselle is someone Renee sees enormous potential in, if potential threatened by flaws that may well overwhelm that precious good. Renee enjoys Trisselle's company for the sake of her odd brand of innocence and an almost ridiculously earnest, romantic view of the world.</div><br />
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: <div>'''<font style="font-variant:small-caps;">[[Sigurd Rainecourt]]</font>''' '''(''' <font style="color:#C24640;" size="2">✖</font> ''')'''</div><br />
: <div>There is likely no one so low in Renee's opinion who is actually alive. Renee believes Sigurd personally responsible for Dhemgheim Shyrdoenwyn's death and, by sheer virtue of the fact Renee could not bring herself to condemn Sigurd to the Ossuary for wielding unknown magic, declared Sigurd's fault to be one of incompetence, effectively giving him the gift of pardon for killing Dhemgeim.</div><br />
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:: <div><font style="color:#585350;" size="2">■</font> '''An officer of the Maelstrom:''' There are a million and one reasons someone might need to get a hold of someone with Renee's rank, as someone in the Maelstrom or otherwise.</div><br />
:: <div><font style="color:#585350;" size="2">■</font> '''Carpentry:''' Renee's a talented carpenter who's well-known enough that someone in need of one may well come looking for her.</div><br />
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:: <div><font style="color:#585350;" size="2">■</font> '''[[http://www.google.com Maybe one day a blog link]]''' - My IC blog has been an idling project for some time. If I ever bring it back, I'll update this with a link!</div><br />
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:: <div><font style="color:#585350;" size="2">■</font> Template adapted from [[Bancroft Gairn]], with edits by [[Xheja Rajhera]] / [[N'hadiya Khei]].<br />
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[[Category: Wildwood Elezen]]</div>Dhemgeimhttps://wiki.ffxiv-roleplayers.com/index.php?title=Teld%27re_Eska%27aldren&diff=76395Teld're Eska'aldren2015-02-20T03:08:28Z<p>Dhemgeim: </p>
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{{Infobox-character<br />
| name = Teld're Eska'aldren<br />
| image = TelPNG.png<br />
| imagewidth = 250<br />
| caption = "What do you know of ambition?"<br />
| gender = Male<br />
| citizenship = N/A<br />
| race = Miqo'te<br />
| clan = Mixed Heritage<br />
| stat_1 = Age<br />
| stat_1_value = Appears Eighteen<br />
| stat_2 = Sexuality<br />
| stat_2_value = Demisexual<br />
| stat_3 = Occupation<br />
| stat_3_value = Undisclosed<br />
| stat_4 = Height/Weight<br />
| stat_4_value = 5 fulms 6 ilms / 170 ponze<br />
| stat_5 = Diety <br />
| stat_5_value = Nymeia<br />
}}<br />
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===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Basic Info</div>===<br />
A young miqo'te with a fondness for battle, shrouded in truths and untruths. Commonly referred to as an enigma. Less commonly referred to as the sun, the sky, a storm, a siren, or a lunatic. Either way, all of these things have been heard.<br />
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:<small>''"I'm no more free than when I was in chains. Once a slave to man, now a slave to a dream."''<br />
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:''"I refuse to be simply what I started as. The world should know this ambition."''<br />
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:''"Revolutions are violent changes spawned from conflict. I want to be nothing less."''<br />
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:''"To be stagnant is a pity. To lie to yourself to remain comfortable is pitiful."''<br />
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:''"People will believe in me what is most comfortable to them. As long as they stay out of my way; let them."''</small><br />
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<div style="padding:10px 35px;background: #ECCA67;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;"><center>''Likes''</center></div></h3><br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Melee Weapons<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Fighting<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Good Conversation<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Violence<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Pushing Limits<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Spiced Food<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Rain & Storms<br />
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: <font style="color:#DFD59E;" size="3">■</font> Stagnancy [In Many Forms]<br />
: <font style="color:#DFD59E;" size="3">■</font> False-Nunhs<br />
: <font style="color:#DFD59E;" size="3">■</font> Badly Made Gear<br />
: <font style="color:#DFD59E;" size="3">■</font> People Who Don't Listen<br />
: <font style="color:#DFD59E;" size="3">■</font> Miscommunication<br />
: <font style="color:#DFD59E;" size="3">■</font> Being Restrained<br />
: <font style="color:#DFD59E;" size="3">■</font> Being Commanded or Forced<br />
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: <font style="color:#CACFA5;" size="3">■</font> Natural Aetherical Understanding<br />
: <font style="color:#CACFA5;" size="3">■</font> Experience with Melee Weapons<br />
: <font style="color:#CACFA5;" size="3">■</font> Psychological Understanding/Manipulation<br />
: <font style="color:#CACFA5;" size="3">■</font> The Ability to Take a Beating<br />
: <font style="color:#CACFA5;" size="3">■</font> Hand-To-Hand Combat<br />
: <font style="color:#CACFA5;" size="3">■</font> Theoretical Apologism<br />
: <font style="color:#CACFA5;" size="3">■</font> Singing <br />
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===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Appearance & Personality</div>===<br />
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: Often with at least one weapon on his person, Teld're stands at a mid-height for most miqo'te males. His frame is well proportioned and well developed from years upon years of training and fighting. He often wears undershirts that cover his chest, as upon it he is marked with a large cross scar. The youth always wears some sort of gorget around his neck as well as bracers at his wrists and ankles. For what reason, he does not reveal. Other than that, his way of dress is often simple and meant for easy movement and transition between casual strolling and immediate combat response.<br />
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: This young miqo'te youth sports an indifferent expression, his aether-blue eyes half lidded and lips curved just slightly downwards. He generally seems unapproachable, though when he speaks he does so with a level sense of patience. When in conversation, he holds little tone of judgement. This can be taken as a more aloof and uncaring approach towards socializing, though by frequent inability to find words at the tip of his tongue it may very well be that he is unaccustomed in the first place. <br />
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: When conversing takes a turn towards subjects he is passionate about, he is quick to become heated. On the opposing side, if he is uncertain about what is being spoken, the blonde is very quick to express his hesitation. Choosing very strong words in his speech, Teld're may come off as stand-offish. This may or may not be the entire truth. He is likely to be more understanding towards female individuals and more judgmental towards males-- especially if they are tribal miqo'te.<br />
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: It may be surprising just how naive the young swordsman is. He seems very quick to trust and speak openly- and even if he is in a sour disposition, he will express himself honestly. <br />
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===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Known Biography</div>===<br />
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:Teld're appeared in Ul'dah in the month of the Fifth Astral Moon (Azeyma). Sightings of him in Thanalan began during the Fourth Umbral Moon (Rhalgr), in particular when he visited the Shrine of Rhalgr in Little Ala Mhigo. After this, he quickly took part in the Gladiator's Guild under the name Eska'aldren, though after an incident during a training session the youth was less likely to be seen at all. Various accounts state that he was either mute or reluctant to speak during his first month. Taking into account frequent trips as the sun set and then his disheveled return, guards report him being a person of interest in regards to illicit dealings.<br />
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:This was quickly turned over with the discovery of his helping hand towards the communities of Little Ala Mhigo and Camp Drybone. In particular, he seemed to be a devout believer of the twelve and was often seen around holy sites and places of worship. After this realization, the Ul'dahn authorities treated the young miqo'te with mild tolerance. Said indifference of those around him did not dissuade the young swordsman from seeking to become not only a member of the Immortal Flames Free Brigade, but a paladin as well. Despite his documented affiliation, Teld're does not expose any sense of authority around him. So far, there is none wiser about his true alignment and with vague responses to his occupation, the young paladin does not betray his motives.<br />
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:More often recently, the half-breed miqo'te has been seen socializing at a much more comfortable rate. Turning his attention towards incidents that may require his assistance, Teld're offers an oddly forceful hand. Doing jobs for the Flames does not explain the comforts he readily supplies to others, leading to questioning of any work he does aside from lawful tasks. He can be sighted at any location at any given time, though continues to linger in Ul'dah every so often to deal with documentation. Apparently, he is easily drawn to bodies of water. Opposing his positive preferences, he often is overheard voicing that he vehemently dislikes Coerthas.<br />
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===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Miscellaneous</div>===<br />
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* Teld’re had auburn hair and green eyes as a child. Aether burn and sickness placed enough stress on his body to lose these pigments.<br />
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* His eyes are usually half lidded. This is due to his keeper attributes rendering his eyes just slightly sensitive during the day. It makes him appear disinterested or stoic.<br />
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* Teld’re is naturally left handed. However, he’s ambidextrous He acts right handed so his opponents attack that hand first.<br />
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* During his first weeks in Ul’dah, he would stare at the water well in the Quicksand while sorting out his schedule so he could pick up on how to speak. Initially, he was mistaken for mute.<br />
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* He initially had many scars littering his body, but using his way of healing, he cut off scarred tissue and recreated unmarked flesh. Now he refuses to keep scars unless they’re from someone important.<br />
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* Teld’re can’t stomach fruits. They make him very sick. He insists he won’t eat them because he dislikes the taste. Sometimes he will suffer the side effects if a pastry laden with fruit is tasty enough.<br />
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* Despite being very vocal about his affinity towards pancakes, Spiced Rum Cake is actually his favorite food.<br />
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''Some of these rumors are untrue or are greatly exaggerated. Please feel free to add your own rumors under PC!''<br />
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<div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #90AB76;">◢ Common Rumors (Easily overheard)</div></b><br />
: <font style="color:#90AB76;" size="3">■</font> "Th'kid is always askin' 'bout blacksmiths. Thinkin' he's obsessed."<br />
: <font style="color:#90AB76;" size="3">■</font> "I remember when he first showed up in Ul'dah. Didn't make a sound and looked like a stray cat."<br />
: <font style="color:#90AB76;" size="3">■</font> "I seen him setting out nymeia lilies on random graves. Can't be a bad guy, right?"<br />
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<b><div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #F37E1D;">◢ Moderate Rumors (Moderately difficult to overhear)</div></b><br />
: <font style="color:#F37E1D;" size="3">■</font> "The Gladiator's Guild didn't take too kindly to how he fought in spars..."<br />
: <font style="color:#F37E1D;" size="3">■</font> "He speaks like a soldier but moves like a criminal. I don't trust him."<br />
: <font style="color:#F37E1D;" size="3">■</font> "Kids his age shouldn't have eyes like that. They shouldn't look at people like that..."<br />
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<b><div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #D83018;">◢ Rare Rumors (Very difficult or rarely overheard)</div></b><br />
: <font style="color:#D83018;" size="3">■</font> "That miqo'te seems to know a lot about Ala Mhigo. He goes into some sort of trance when you mention it. Seems too young to know shit, though."<br />
: <font style="color:#D83018;" size="3">■</font> "He gets this look while on the field. Completely blank like he was made to slaughter. It ain't right."<br />
: <font style="color:#D83018;" size="3">■</font> "The way he talks has a way of pulling you in. I don't know whether to be comfortable or concerned..."<br />
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<b><div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #aac5b4;">◢ PC Rumors (Rumors from the character's of other players)</div></b><br />
: <font style="color:#aac5b4;" size="3">■</font> "The moment you believe you truly understand him, he reveals something new. At first, I thought him to simply be a troubled youth, then I saw in him a wise man, a swordsman, a ''siren''. So much lies beneath the surface of that ethereal gaze... you would have as much luck unearthing the whole of it as you would capturing a storm." -- [[Tiergan Vashir]]<br />
: <font style="color:#aac5b4;" size="3">■</font> "There stands a true product of this world. Neither blinded by the illusions of the foolish nor ignorant to the perils abound, he is ready for the hell that comes for us all." -- [[Berrod Armstrong]]<br />
: <font style="color:#aac5b4;" size="3">■</font> "A stubborn boy, but one with his wits about him. You would be tasked heavily, if attempting to deceive him." [[Syrana Nuveri]]<br />
: <font style="color:#aac5b4;" size="3">■</font> "I stopped trying to figure him out fast, more fun that way. Oh, he loves hair clips. Especially pink ones. Just tell me before you give them to him so I can be there. No reason! I'm not snickering, I'm just...no, I'm snickering." [[Zaius Rhal'seer]]<br />
: <font style="color:#aac5b4;" size="3">■</font> "If there ever was such a creature that embodied the gentle savage, this would be him. One minute he is deep in conversation over a cup of tea, the next he is fighting with an axe on the battlefield as if it was home. A most intriguing boy. Oh? I am surely not blushing. Get out of my sight, peasant." -- [[L'Vanelle Denja]]<br />
: <font style="color:#aac5b4;" size="3">■</font> "He is Myrganais, meaning Morning Ice. As night is thickest he forms into crystalline glory; clear, beautiful and perfect in structure. As the dawn fills the sky, its light fills him and from him its spills through the realm anew. He is cold and wonderful, and yet he is still ice. For, the noon shall soon come and with it he will fade." -- [[Staelufre Lysmerl]]<br />
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: <center><font style="color:#000000;" size="3">♥</font> Sexual Desire <font style="color:#F02311;" size="3">♥</font> Romantic Interest <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font> Platonic Love</center> <br />
: <center><font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> Good Standing <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> Neutral <font style="color:#C24640;" size="3">●</font> Poor Standing</center><br />
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: <font style="color:#F02311;" size="3">♥</font> Ascil 'The Shield' Eska'aldren: Someone from the past who Teld're will never be completely clear in explaining. Mourned for at a constant, the youth mentions him being his beloved mentor. The miqo'te's story on The Shield constantly changes between he being caring and gentle to sadistic and abusive. However, no matter what is said, it is obvious that the young swordsman will likely never heal from his absence. Before and after battle, Teld're can be heard murmuring prayer to him. <br />
: <font style="color:#F02311;" size="3">♥</font> [[Tiergan Vashir]]: Teld're's relationship with the elder hunter is filled with passion and violence. It is true that the moment he saw him, he felt a joy he could not understand. From then on, he's called upon him for conversation and small tasks. Now referring to him as 'My Hunter' or 'My Stars', it is obvious that the youth holds boundless affection for him. Teld're offers the elder swordsman a good deal of loyalty and finds himself quick to react to any negative circumstance he may be in. Though the younger is flighty, he answers to Tiergan.<br />
: <font style="color:#000000;" size="3">♥</font> [[Zaius Rhal'seer]]: After testing his fighting ability and the characteristics he brought with it, Teld're views Zaius as a good source of relief for his more violent outbursts. Despite them both being on good terms, the half-blood is not hesitant to strike him; nor does he hold any grudge for rough handling. Teld're is very comfortably intimate and affectionate with him and much like he is with Tiergan, he will openly express this.<br />
: <font style="color:#000000;" size="3">♥</font> [[J'umago Nunh]]: Teld're approached the elder kinsman out of interest- and interest helped to continue future encounters. Though he does not entirely agree with some of what the man believes, he finds himself charmed by the nunh's general patience. The youth respects him immensely and their relationship may seem one of a father/son sort. However, anyone wise enough might be able to see through that.<br />
: <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font> [[J'azhar Tia]]: One of the first people Teld're met during his first weeks in Ul'dah. Immediately learning that the Tia was a prostitute, he continued to seek him out for good conversation. Their road has been rocky more recently due to the swordsman's forceful protection. Though Teld're cares for J'azhar, he chooses to stay at a certain distance.<br />
: <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font> [[Aiouxdaux Beaumont]]: Meeting this elezen by chance at the Quicksand, Teld're chanced following him to Limsa Lominsa to see water. Since then, he has interacted with him on various different occasions for just as different reasons. After an encounter he holds a good level of remorse for, Teld're is hesitant to interact with the elezen one-on-one, but will express his dominance for sake of feeling in control.<br />
: <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font> [[L'Vanelle Denja]]: This woman feels as though she came from a dream to Teld're. He holds quite a bit of affection for her despite being warded off by her elder brother and finds himself warming up to her with every passing day. Referring to her as 'princess' and sending her gifts often, one would believe Teld're is courting her. Teld're has opened up to her about his extended past, as involved in it as she is. Since this revelation, the swordsman is openly affectionate with her.<br />
: <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font> [[Little Shark]]: After chasing the young black mage through a forest to tease him, the two shared a very rocky relationship. However, upon Shark's demand for the blonde to be his 'friend forever', Teld're accepted. The paladin holds a distinct fondness for the younger male and watches over him. Not quite as protective of him as he is with J'azhar, Shark is allowed much more freedom.<br />
: <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font>[[Mikh'a Elakha]]: Talented with the ways of aether, Teld're was very impressed by this keeper. Meeting on the whim of the swordsman's interest, he discovered that Mikh'a held beliefs he was firmly against. Despite, the magic weaver exhibiting other characteristics that went against initial thoughts of stagnancy. Therefore, the half-blood sought to teach what came naturally to him. Mikh'a has earned- in an awkward approach- a good deal of esteem from Teld're and though he has made his mistakes, the younger miqo'te seems to be more eager to advance his training and discipline.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Avenio Naemig]]: A highlander who Teld're met during a particularly strange incident. He views the elder male with a good deal of consideration, though obviously treats him with quite a bit of arrogance. Anyone who asks of their relationship will be met with a curt explanation of Avenio being something of a servant to the younger swordsman. Despite these claims, it may be apparent how much the young miqo'te enjoys his hold over the highlander's more carnal wants.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Faolan Woodlock]]: A strange hyur who Teld're seeks out actively due to his ties to less than normal events. With increased interaction, the swordsman finds himself charmed with the hyur's anxious approach, as he carries with it an undeniable honesty. As such, company with this man is comfortable.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Ethri'a Valnyr]]: Running into each other twice before actually meeting, Teld're determined that Nymeia had some plan for their threads in fate. Seeking him out, the young swordsman initially held an awed attention towards the elder only for their relationship to violently shift towards Teld're becoming a dominant personality. They have a strained relationship.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Berrod Armstrong]]: Not much is known about the elder highlander save for that he punches hard, leads a company and provides good conversation. Teld're does not see him often, though when he does, he is quick to greet and linger to talk. After a quick duel outside of the Agent property, Teld're found a new difficulty with his fighting. With Armstrong's declaration of yielding, this has left the miqo'te with a bitter motivation to further push his limits.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Ta'kheo Nunh]]: Originally developing a dislike for the false-Nunh, Teld're's views were slightly skewed upon manipulating the man's mind and glimpsing more honest emotions from him. Satisfied with his display of fears, Teld're seeks to offer a helping hand despite the Chimera's definite distaste for him. Having proved how dangerous his own abilities are, the youth is very content with toying with the man.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Zanin Briggs]]: This gentle and polite midlander is difficult to dislike. Finding him to be easy conversation and a generally helpful individual, Teld're sees him with a certain amount of respect and will do what he can to supply him with necessary materials to keep his free clinic running. <br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Raymel Yhisa]]: Knowing this young woman with the acquaintance of Mikh'a, Teld're held his tongue despite their sour first meeting. Since then, he's found her to be good company and seeks to go on walks with her as often as possible. It is often that she is on his mind. He holds affection for her but lately questions her aspirations.<br />
: <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> [[Gendulf Savage]]: Teld're's blacksmith. He does not like to talk about him- talk -to- him or even admit his existence. However, he holds the highlander in high esteem and will not tolerate anything negative being said about him-- unless it is entirely true.<br />
: <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> [[Niko'lai Lynxion]]: Teld're started off on the wrong foot by dislocating this kinsmen's arm. Since then, the young paladin has been doing what he can to be helpful despite the other male's prying personality. Though Teld're dislikes him, he does not see any other reason to feel any negativity towards him- thus treats him well.<br />
: <font style="color:#C24640;" size="3">●</font> [[Lian'dr Garani]]: After the keeper miqo'te's persistence in forming a romantic relationship with Teld're, he was found to be all too dislike-able despite the swordsman's continued chancing. Once the youth determined that the elder was practically interested in him only for mating, he decided not to bother with him. <br />
: <font style="color:#C24640;" size="3">●</font> [[N'xydros Tia]]: Initially the two got along well. However, after various arguments and declarations of love from the Tia's side, the swordsman determined that his life would be much better without added stress. It was cut off completely when Teld're went on an errand to Mor Dhona with the other male refusing to leave. After suffering while protecting him as a paladin would do for a civilian, Teld're left him to die just outside of Saint Coinach's Find. <br />
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File:DrawnTel001.png|Quick Drawn Teld're<br />
File:Teldre53.jpg|Teld're at 5'3<br />
File:TheShield.jpg|Teld're's mentor<br />
File:TelBody.png|Teld're as of Jan 2015<br />
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===<div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Footnotes</div>===<br />
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: Tumblr: http://losttilde.tumblr.com/<br />
: Voice Claim: [http://losttilde.tumblr.com/post/101459848907/huzuns-give-me-love-ed-sheeran-voice-claim Ed Sheeran ]<br />
: Music of Importance: [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6T46AdXR328 Hozier - Sedated] <br />
: Music of Importance: [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u3voRbKryjA Hozier - Take Me to Church]<br />
: Music of Importance: [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6CvuyaKmLnw Hurts - Illuminated]<br />
: Music of Importance: [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UWC35H6JWik Hurts - Somebody to Die For]<br />
: Music of Importance: [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nuxYbsnNhfM Bastille - Dreams]<br />
: Music of Importance: [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A5NIoWpkdj4 Bastille - Poet ]<br />
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{{Infobox-character<br />
| name = Staelufre Lysmerl<br />
| image = Staewikiprofile.png<br />
| imagewidth = 250<br />
| caption = "May prey find your path."<br />
| gender = Female<br />
| citizenship = N/A<br />
| race = Miqo'te<br />
| clan = Seeker of the Sun<br />
| stat_1 = Age<br />
| stat_1_value = Mid-twenties<br />
| stat_2 = Sexuality<br />
| stat_2_value = Heterosexual<br />
| stat_3 = Occupation<br />
| stat_3_value = Hunter<br />
| stat_4 = Height/Weight<br />
| stat_4_value = 5 fulms, 0 ilms / 110 ponze<br />
| stat_5 = Diety <br />
| stat_5_value = Halone, the Fury<br />
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'''Staelufre Lysmerl''' (pronounced /stail-OU-frey LEES-mar-ill/) was born on 10th Sun of the 5th Umbral Era (October 10th). Her name means "Still Shore of the Bright Sea". She is a miqo'te who was born to one of the vagrant Jackal tribes in La Noscea, wandering through much of Eorzea with them during her childhood. She has kept the affinity to remaining in the wilderness over any form of civilization to this day, and has a very odd way of speaking.<br />
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===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #EB9F9F;font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Basic Info</div>===<br />
Not everyone can understand or relate to Staelufre. This is, at times, exceedingly frustrating to her. She speaks with a parlance that was invented and perfected by a hermit, and thus the mannerisms she uses are very foreign and often leading to misunderstanding. She has, however, been getting lessons on how to speak easier and has begun to become acquainted with a more common cant. Only adding to her oddities, she will avoid cities at a very unreasonable rate. At times, she also forgoes the comfort of houses and chooses to disappear into the wilderness for suns at a time. She prefers alcohol and fighting to any sort of minimal comfort, and excels in agility over brute strength or magick. Because Staelufre is terrible at remembering names, she often gives people her own "nicknames" derived from the roegadyn language.<br />
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:<small>''"He is prey; weak, frightened and unable to fight his way free. He becomes terrified and runs into the briars, then complains when they get caught in his fur. Such rabbits do not deserve pity, or mercy."''<br />
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:''"Oft, you are taken by the deep and churning tides. As they pull you below, to tumble you about, you must not fight. The sea is as nourishing as she is treacherous."''<br />
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:''"I find no small comfort in the shores of my kin. The apprentice and his bannermen honor me with mine namesake, but it is ever the freedom of the sea that I give myself to."''</small><br />
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<div style="padding:10px 35px;background: #F7A29E;font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;"><center>''Likes''</center></div></h3><br />
: <font style="color:#F7A29E;" size="3">■</font> Outdoors<br />
: <font style="color:#F7A29E;" size="3">■</font> Sweets<br />
: <font style="color:#F7A29E;" size="3">■</font> Knives<br />
: <font style="color:#F7A29E;" size="3">■</font> Pink<br />
: <font style="color:#F7A29E;" size="3">■</font> Fighting<br />
: <font style="color:#F7A29E;" size="3">■</font> Dresses<br />
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: <font style="color:#F3C6B9;" size="3">■</font> Crowds (and similarly loud noises)<br />
: <font style="color:#F3C6B9;" size="3">■</font> Cowardice<br />
: <font style="color:#F3C6B9;" size="3">■</font> Cities / tribes<br />
: <font style="color:#F3C6B9;" size="3">■</font> Authority<br />
: <font style="color:#F3C6B9;" size="3">■</font> Extravagance<br />
: <font style="color:#F3C6B9;" size="3">■</font> Loneliness<br />
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: <font style="color:#FAEDDF;" size="3">■</font> Perceptive to truer intentions<br />
: <font style="color:#FAEDDF;" size="3">■</font> Hunting<br />
: <font style="color:#FAEDDF;" size="3">■</font> Endurance or agility exercises<br />
: <font style="color:#FAEDDF;" size="3">■</font> Whittling<br />
: <font style="color:#FAEDDF;" size="3">■</font> Going, or remaining, largely unseen<br />
: <font style="color:#FAEDDF;" size="3">■</font> Singing<br />
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===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #EB9F9F;font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Appearance & Personality</div>===<br />
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: Staelufre cuts a slight figure, but nothing about her short stature is wasted. She is muscled and athletic in build, though short. Her skin is tanned and golden in complexion from both heritage and a great many days in the sun. With naturally pink hair and tail, though neither accept to being tried to tame. Her hair is fluffy and wild, and so often cut short or bound down by clips. Usually, after hunting, it's also caked in mud. Even more stunning than a girl with pink hair are her gold eyes. They glare at most of the world from behind long lashes, sharp and stripping. Even with the round face and fat, up-turned nose, the gentleness of her face is ruined by such intruding eyes.<br />
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: In almost all situations Staelufre's garbed lightly, wearing little more armor than leather. If there's any metal to her outfit, it is to reinforce weak points such as her shins or forearms. Never does Staelufre show her back, as across it is an uneven and encompassing scar that stretches from shoulders to lower back. More scars mar her arms and hands, though she also commonly wears gloves. Staelufre never goes anywhere without at least a knife, either hidden or plain, and cannot stand to equally part comfortable realms without her most precious ring.<br />
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: Staelufre most often stands slouched or with arms crossed, especially when in the presence of others. In crowds she is withdrawn, quiet and in corners. Anything more than five or six others and Staelufre simply tends to leave. She does not, under many circumstances, go into cities or crowded areas. She fears large numbers of people after being so withdrawn from civilization. It is to a point where she resents and hates any form of building or city, even at times preaching against the luxury of society. While she believes her words, she does also enjoy the luxuries that homes can provide. Beds and showers are much better than roots and cold lakes.<br />
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: In one word, a sum of her personality would be paradox. She is innocent and violent, both a hunter and likewise utterly feminine. She is harsh in her truths, and warm in her lies. Staelufre is both wise when it comes to others, and utterly ignorant in how to interact with them. Introspective, yet starved for friendship. Should anyone offer her kindness, she will eagerly drink it up and follow at their heels thereafter. Being alone for so long has both driven her to want freedom and to equally want camaraderie. <br />
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: One thing that is less fluid and contrary is her perspective on other people. People are either weak or strong, prey or hunters. Those who are prey she pities and sees no value in. Those who are hunters, she respects. Respect does not always mean Staelufre likes or trust them, however. After spending so long in the wild, she knows very well how to discern who is stronger and how to avoid confrontation. Unfortunately, she also strives to better herself at nearly every turn, so often has a deliberate cause and wish to throw herself into unfair situations just to come out stronger. This often makes her come across as rash, when the acts are in fact deliberate and she's always keenly aware of the very real danger of dying.<br />
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: If in situations when speaking to an individual person she trusts, Staelufre's personality truly shines through. Her words are eloquent and well-chosen, her loyalty is unbearably strong, and her optimism unyielding. She gives advice as best she can and admits ignorance when she cannot. Pride does, at times, keep her from asking for help when she needs it. When speaking to an individual that Staelufre dislikes, she becomes guarded and calloused. Her words are gated, capable of meaning anything, and her lies are so smooth it's impossible to tell them from the half-true metaphors. Her ability to command her emotions in front of those who she deems weaker is impressive, as is her capability of detaching value to their life. Those who are weak, in her opinion, are better off dead. Should Staelufre be speaking, however, individually with a person she doesn't yet know well, she'll always regard them in the way she would regard a new hunting territory. Assessing their weaknesses and prying for strengths, seeking the balance of their personality to determine whether or not they are worth her time.<br />
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===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #EB9F9F;font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Combat</div>===<br />
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: Staelufre does not fight other people very well. She is more akin to the hunt, to employing stealth and surprise, than to fighting others one-on-one. The thrill of battle still runs hot through her, however, and she always enjoys a good fight. Even if it means getting beaten black and blue, she'll take on an opponent if nothing more than for the experience of it. Because of her inexperience in direct combat, she relies mostly on her larger skills. This would be agility and speed. Not getting hit is the biggest name of her game, and while she can take a couple blows they wear her down quickly. Training for combat is not much in hefting weapons and striking dummies. She trains for flexibility and endurance. Running, stretching, climbing; unorthodox things that keep her body in shape but often don't translate into direct physical combat.<br />
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: Primarily, to defeat an opponent, Staelufre uses daggers. She looks for openings in armor first, and exploits any vulnerable spots. Due to being spry and nimble, reaching odd places isn't very difficult. What is difficult is getting close enough to cut without getting hit. So after a few slashes, Staelufre tends to back off and exhaust her opponent by letting them bleed out. To opponents she aims to kill rather than simply defeat, she usually aims for the neck or their gut. Blood is not something the miqo'te is shy of. If she aims to kill as well, it is even less likely that Staelufre will approach an opponent directly.<br />
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===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #EB9F9F;font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Biography</div>===<br />
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=====<div style="padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Tribal Years</div>=====<br />
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:: Born daughter of J'tyraka Nuhn in the jungles of La Noscea as J'adaeza, she had a relatively blissful childhood. Their tribe was exceedingly small, no more than forty people at once, and strictly nomadic. Primarily they traveled through La Noscea, but in her lifetime did build small crafts to carry them across the waters to find new hunting grounds in the Black Shroud. Because of the fact they were so small, it was required for every member of the tribe to be trained and responsible for many aspects of the community. From small things such as building fires, or to larger things such as teaching the children. It was expected, in her tribe, for men and women to both be able to hunt as well as mend wounds.<br />
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:: As with all the other children, being trained to be a productive member of the tribe begun as soon as infancy ended. Her life was relatively easy, for all that a nomadic tribal life could be. She did not excel very well when it came to cooking or skinning creatures. She did not have much patience to learn to stitch clothes back together, and was often scolded for playing too roughly with the other children. Yet one day, she was brought to her mother's tent and given a choice of weaponry. This would be the weapon she would wield for the rest of her life in the tribe, trained in it until it became as much part of her as a limb. Only then would she be allowed to hunt. J'adaeza chose a spear, which was too large for her scrawny form, but stubbornly kept to it.<br />
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:: To those of younger ages, one of the more experienced Tias became their teacher. He taught them how to use the weapons they chose, in a strict yet not unkind manner. J'adaeza at this time was awful with the spear. She commonly dropped it, or was much too loud when carrying it around. She was scolded almost constantly, given extra exercises to learn her weapon better, and not allowed to return to the fires until she finished them. It was punishing, but also rewarding. So early in age, she didn't become bitter by the experience, but instead elevated to enjoy the push of her body. To wield the spear was not a natural thing to the tiny pink-haired girl, but she progressed and became decent at it. Once proficient enough, the Tia then began to train her in hunting tactics and strategies. How to step quietly and place traps, the knowledge of sensing danger and so forth.<br />
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:: At ten, as is traditional in her tribe, J'adaeza was taken on her first hunting trip. She was not permitted to strike at any creatures or wander on her own. She stuck closely to the side of one of the mature hunters, and while much of what she learned was applied, she found she had much more to learn. The thrill of the hunt sunk quickly and deeply in her heart, however, and it soon took her over. She became obsessed with hunting, and decided after but a few meager years of training to dedicate her life to it.<br />
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:: This went against her tribe's custom, however. When J'adaeza's more relaxed chores and duties began to wane in favor to her hunting, she was taken aside and spoken to. At first, they only expressed concerned. Then, when she ignored their words and abandoned her other disciplines in arrogant need for the sport, they began to punish her in true. As an adolescent who, as pre-teens tend to be, was absolutely certain she knew what was best for her, J'azaeda rebelled against the obedience they demanded from her. This was not an uncommon thing at her age, even in the tribe, but it was still disruptive to a community so small. She was frustratingly single-minded and stuck to it. So one evening, after a particularly bad spat with her aunt, she decided to leave the tribe.<br />
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:: Leaving itself wasn't terribly traumatic to J'adaeza. The tribe, at the time, was on a particularly wealthy streak in the Shroud. She took a sufficient amount of foodstuffs and her spear, and set off at the opposite direction. It was liberating, for a while, until she found that one of her half-sisters trailing slowly after her. Having heard of J'adaeza's leaving, J'adisa had soon departed for her own reasoning. Guilt and familial obligation forced her to look over this other girl, who had no skill in hunting or fighting.<br />
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=====<div style="padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Death</div>=====<br />
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:: While J'adaeza and J'adisa traveled back to La Noscea, they found that life without a tribe was more difficult than previously imagined. While J'adaeza was a fair enough hunter, she was poor at every other practical application. Her rebellion became her own punishment, as her sister and her struggled to feed themselves or find proper campsites. There were many close calls to unsavory sorts and rabid beastmen, and J'adaeza gathered many colorful stories about swiping equipment from unsuspecting travelers.<br />
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:: During such a colorful tale, she managed to cross paths with the wrong sort of folk. The story involved behind to why, and how the events unfolded, tends to change with each evolution of the story in present day; suggesting a reluctance to admit why or perhaps even a true confusion as to its truth. But what she does always tell, and seem to recall accurately, is the mutilation of her back. Tossed into the sea of Vylbrand, she nearly drowned. Miracle of miracles, she survived. Washed upon the beach with her back quickly growing an infection. Time for her at this point grew wildly inconsistent. A fever over-took her and she wandered in search of shelter or help. Her body was dying, already weak from her time in the water and what she was certain had been her death. Now, she was experiencing the agony of dying all over again.<br />
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:: Here is where [[Vilsewaen Steinhoh]] rescued the dying miqo'te. She had no idea, for a long time, that she was even in the care of anyone. He tended to her in one of his camps in the lowlands of Vylbrand until she recovered enough to become lucid and aware of her situation. They spoke, and while she was still too weak to move did tell him of her sister and where their campsite had been before her near-fatal accident. J'adisa came immediately and helped Vilsewaen tend to J'adaeza. He spoke strangely, but treated them kindly, and offered more than enough hospitality that they felt comfortable staying at his side.<br />
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====<div style="padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Rebirth</div>====<br />
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:: Though the two half-sisters did not intend to stay with Vilsewaen long, his proficiency of living alone was more than they had. When he offered to teach them, they ended up agreeing. Thus it was that the two came under his tutelage, and the tutelage became something more. His patience and lack of social skills were precisely the right combination of dry and kind that the two bonded with. So when Vilsewaen, the wandering hermit that he is, said he was climbing higher to the La Noscean mountains he took J'adaeza and J'adisa with him.<br />
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:: There is where J'adaeza's birth into Staelufre became apparent. Though she may had been on the physical brink of death before, with Vilsewaen's help she finally accepted that she will never again be part of a tribe. And as the hermit accepted these two lost girls into his care, he gave to them his traditions and philosophies as well. So J'adaeza and J'adisa came to be known, respectively, as Staelufre Lysmerl and Siehrova Brynstymm. The women were encouraged to be free and study whatever pursuit came to their heart, while their new father ensured their welfare and ability to look after themselves. So they developed into two opposites. Where Staelufre was wild, Siehrova was patient: Where Staelufre learned and strengthened her body, Siehrova was curious and expanded her mind. The two were dawn and dusk, and they both loved Vilsewaen as if he were the sky itself.<br />
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:: The three were very happy for a long time. As was his nature, Vilsewaen would often leave the two to wander. Even attached to others, he was still a hermit at heart. But Staelufre and Siehrova did not seem to mind. Their growth became exponential as they explored the mountains of La Noscea, alone and away from any civilization. The two bonded until their differences expanded and then compounded, both taking pieces of each other until neither were sure which one began and the other ended. These are the happiest memories to Staelufre, with her ever-present sister and her wayward father. Each so dear to her that she would have rather died than be left without them in the world.<br />
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:: Eventually Staelufre and Siehrova left La Noscea. Vilsewaen went with them as far as the Shroud, and from there they wandered to Coerthas. The cold weather did not suit Siehrova, but the stars fascinated her sister. Staelufre had always been fascinated by stars and their clarity in these northern grounds stole her heart away. They wandered wherever they wished, though often returned to their "home" in the mountains.<br />
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====<div style="padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">The Calamity</div>====<br />
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:: About four years before the Calamity fell, Vilsewaen took in another rogue soul. While Staelufre isn't sure where the old man found [[Renee Becquerel]] - who was then Renaud - he certainly came to become a large figurehead for the elezen. The then-named Wakkeyha Syngronn became Vilsewaen's apprentice. This excited the first time Staelufre ever felt jealousy in another person. She had always thought of her father as belonging to their family, and here was an interloper to steal Vilsewaen's time and ideals away from their already precious moments. It frustrated her, and she harbored equal envy that Renee had the Echo while she did not. So when the Garlean forces threatened their doorstep and Renee announced her leave, Staelufre was overjoyed... until Vilsewaen announced he was leaving as well.<br />
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:: She remained in the mountains of La Noscea until after Dalamud hit. Then she waited longer for Vilsewaen to return. Eventually, she became too anxious and left - parting with Siehrova for the first time in years. She traveled, seeing the cruelty and savagery that was brought on with total desolation. While uninterested in helping cities to rebuild and regrow, she did know that her skills as a hunter would do many well. So Staelufre took up many odd jobs, expanding her skills and honing her ability as a hunter to be met by the need and demand of others.<br />
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:: This continued until the ships were rebuilt and the island reconnected to the rest of Eorzea. Then Staelufre left, wanderlust unable to be sated. She continued to work as a hunter for hire for a small time, building a thin and unimportant network of people who knew her by face if not by name. She abandoned it, however, when Revenant's Toll was being formed. Instead she returned to Siehrova and two journeyed there, to a place where Siehrova's genius and thirsty for knowledge could be met on a frontier that would also excite her more than any dusty library. For a time, Staelufre remained in Mor Dhona withe her sister. She did little other than wander and explore, doting upon her other half until such time that she became too thirsty for the hunt again.<br />
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====<div style="padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Present</div>====<br />
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:: So she left. She regathered her structure of hunting for meager favors or bits of gil, for things that she could not make or find herself in the wild. This was when she came to find, from Vilsewaen, that the long-left apprentice Renee Becquerel had started a Free Company. While the name the Coral Sea was appeasing to her, what truly interested her was the name of their home. It was named in her honor, supposedly, and while her desire to be free and away from any form of civilization was strong... the compulsion to see such a strange thing was stronger. So Staelufre wandered for her first time into the Mist, and quickly became lost.<br />
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:: This was where she met [[L'aenoh Tia]]. Through a quick spiral of events, he introduced her to many others of the Coral Sea. Their relationship becoming something strong, she remained near to the Mist - begrudgingly - to also remain near him. Her first impression of the people was unpleasant. They commonly referred to her as "Zhen's replacement" or "stray", and it happened so often and with so much repetition she accepted it as the views of all those who lived within walls. Dejected and hurt by their actions and calloused attitudes, Staelufre withdrew even further from any want to be apart of the Coral Sea or its people.<br />
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:: It took much convincing and debate before L'aenoh was able to get Staelufre to join the Coral Sea's roster. She still argues that she's not properly a member. In her eyes, she has never been fully socially accepted. Yet she is officially documented in their applications, so is technically a member. Being with the Coral Sea has expanded those she met, as well, to most everyone that she currently knows. While she disappears for long times to hunt or do whatever else she wishes, she does commonly return to the Free Company house either for its luxuries or its company.<br />
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:: Even more recent, she's been traveling to the Goblet on a frequenct basis. There is a select few of people who have caught her interest, and that she's certain hold answers they may not be sure that they have. As ever, she has a habit of finding ill fortune and then diving into it even deeper.<br />
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===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #EB9F9F;font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Miscellaneous</div>===<br />
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* She has a habit of naming people, and will eagerly explain the names she's given and their meaning to great detail.<br />
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* Her favorite food is cake. Specifically rolanberry and chocolate flavored.<br />
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* Odds are, if someone's in good standing with her, she will do almost anything that they request of her.<br />
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* If you give her sweets, expect her to always look to you for more. (Don't feed stray cats, kids!)<br />
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''Some of these rumors are untrue or are greatly exaggerated. Please feel free to add your own rumors under PC!''<br />
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<div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #90AB76;">◢ Common and easily overheard, use freely</div></b><br />
: <font style="color:#90AB76;" size="3">■</font> "She's odd. Doesn't speak well, and ran off soon as she got her booze. At least she paid," <i>Merchant at Aleport</i><br />
: <font style="color:#90AB76;" size="3">■</font> "Ah, aye, I know 'er. Got charged with poaching once. I remember, 'cause next day we found a couple of Redbellies hangin' from the trees not far off the road. Took forever to get 'em down," <i>Woodwailer in Central Shroud</i><br />
: <font style="color:#90AB76;" size="3">■</font> "Yeah, she comes through here often. Sometimes she doesn't have gil and ends up having to barter pieces of jewelry. Her boyfriend or husband or someone always comes around a day or two later to buy the jewelry back," <i>Ferryman at Vesper Bay</i><br />
: <font style="color:#90AB76;" size="3">■</font> "Sometimes she stops here, but never to take a chocobo. Avoids the damn things like the plague," <i>Any Choco-keep in the Sanctuaries</i><br />
: <font style="color:#90AB76;" size="3">■</font> "I keep telling her: No fishing in the ponds! You know what, when you find her, tell her that for me!" <i>Frustrated Adder in Lavender Beds</i><br />
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<b><div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #F37E1D;">◢ Moderately difficult to overhear, use sparingly or ask first</div></b><br />
: <font style="color:#F37E1D;" size="3">■</font> "She's a poor thing. Sometimes she likes to soak in the waters here before she goes to trade over by the Wanderer's Palace. Her back is just a travesty for something so cute," <i>Worker at Camp Bronze Lake</i><br />
: <font style="color:#F37E1D;" size="3">■</font> "You know, it's funny, I saw 'er 'round 'ere a lot. Just hangin' out, talkin' to th' farmers. Then up an' disappears. Ain't seen 'er since," <i>Farmer at Summerford Farms</i><br />
: <font style="color:#F37E1D;" size="3">■</font> "Ah, yeah, I've seen her. Well, heard is more like... Those two cats are damned loud..." <i>Grimacing Yellowjacket Who Works Near the Eyes</i><br />
: <font style="color:#F37E1D;" size="3">■</font> "That pink one? She comes in about once a moon to buy some cake. Real skittish, but always tips well!" <i>Chef in the Bismark</i><br />
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<b><div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #D83018;">◢ Very difficult or rarely overheard, ask before using</div></b><br />
: <font style="color:#D83018;" size="3">■</font> "I don't know why, but sometimes she leaves offerings at Thal's Shrine. Won't speak to anyone, either. Just walks in and spends a few bells in silence only to leave," <i>Brass Blade on Highbridge</i><br />
: <font style="color:#D83018;" size="3">■</font> "Is the damnest thing. She looks just like one of my tribe sisters... But I could have sworn her dead," <i>Hard-working Tia in Wineport</i><br />
: <font style="color:#D83018;" size="3">■</font> "I know the name. Commissioned some unique weapons. All pretty confidential, I'm afraid," <i>Blacksmith in Limsa Lominsa</i><br />
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<b><div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #aac5b4;">◢ Rumors from the character's of other players</div></b><br />
: <font style="color:#aac5b4;" size="3">■</font> "Arcane magic around her? Forget about it. She's like... Way too angry about something involving it," <i>[[Harper Brightwind]]</i><br />
: <font style="color:#aac5b4;" size="3">■</font> "I'm fairly certain she has little to no respect for the dead. Or for the living. Or any value for life itself given how quick she treats folk. And I'm pretty sure she doesn't know anything about privacy or secrets. Ever. Journals included," <i>[[Chaska Dakwhil]]</i><br />
: <font style="color:#aac5b4;" size="3">■</font> "The pink one? She's absolutely terrified of me for some reason or another. Poor dear. I believe someone asked me if I might be there to take her away or something of the like. I am not quite sure why since we have never really met," <i>[[J'nangho Jhimei]]</i><br />
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: <center><font style="color:#000000;" size="3">♥</font> Physical Attraction <font style="color:#F02311;" size="3">♥</font> Romantic Desire <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font> Platonic Love</center> <br />
: <center><font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> Good Standing <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> Neutral <font style="color:#C24640;" size="3">●</font> Poor Standing</center><br />
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: <font style="color:#F02311;" size="3">♥</font> <font style="color:#000000;" size="3">♥</font> [[L'aenoh Tia]]: "Ganzjaega Riklifaeld" : A man she met in the Mist. Their beginnings were rather rough, though both held an attraction for the other since the moment they met. After some struggle with a rather cruel Keeper named Hnaba, they came together and bonded in a way neither expected. Ever since, the two have been inseparable. Staelufre has come to love him in true. She has no plans to deviate from his side, and goes to great lengths to ensure his safety.<br />
: <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font> [[Vilsewaen Steinhoh]]: Her father, her mentor, her brother. He is the person Staelufre respects the most in her life, and strives to be like. It is a constant disappointment to her that she cannot follow in his footsteps, or become precisely alike him. Almost everything she does is to give him pride and prove herself worthy in his eyes.<br />
: <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font> [[Siehrova Brynstymm]]: Her sister. Staelufre is wildly protective of her intelligent and kind kin. Their shared history has forged their bond into something that is unbreakable. She values Siehrova for her intelligence and quick wit, and admires her for being able to do so many things that she cannot even conceive possible. While her sister works on various projects in Mor Dhona, almost always consisting of magitek, Staelufre makes sure to provide her sister with every comfort and need she could ask for.<br />
: <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font> [[Renaud Becquerel]]: "Wakkeyha Syngronn" : Her brother, her rival. He is the apprentice of her father and his natural affinity to truth and ownership of the Echo has made Wakkeyha the favorite of Vilsewaen. In this, Staelufre is constantly jealous of him and irritated of his natural prowess with mysticism. She sees in him all the things she wishes she can be, and he is blissfully ignorant of such facts. His fawning and doting over Staelufre as his own sister only makes her feel guilty of this, and oddly endeared to the man she names brother.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Jancis Milburga]]: "Solkeim Brynroega" : Her friend. Jancis and she first met through L'aenoh, and the healer has proved nothing but kind and stalwart. Even in the heat of battle or its gross after-effects, the woman never seems to waver. Even in the grossest of situations, Jancis is a shining beacon for her to orient herself. Staelufre remains loyal to her, and has never had cause to question this. She plans to ever be.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Ja'ren A'lenthin]]: "Arengybet Haerzhylt" : Their relationship begun on a rocky note. Miscommunication and estranged feelings made the two incapable of seeing eye-to-eye at first. Yet, when entrusting Ja'ren with a mysterious Void artefact, the two began a strange journey that solidified their friendship. Unexpected circumstances brought them even closer, and Ja'ren teaches her much of her magick and control over it. She ever admired Ja'ren, though also finds him foolish at times.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Tiergan Vashir]]: "Wynztier Eifaufre" : A recent friend to Staelufre, but a strong one. Originally a strange man, she became endeared to him after a long talk about the Lotus. Some of his earnest personality began to shine, and with it Staelufre saw someone of noble heart. She has since followed him throughout much of Eorzea on bizarre adventures to save friends or return them home. Every time they speak, she finds her respect for him growing. And also a sister-like desire to scold him for so often succumbing to his emotions.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Zaius Rhal'seer]]: "Doenruht Formnwust" : Staelufre's teacher. After Zaius insulted her mate by beating him in battle and tying him to a bed, she sought Zaius out to seek revenge. With original intentions of killing him, she was instead impressed by his technique and strength. After agreeing to teach her, and a couple lessons, she's come to trust the Keeper entirely. He shows to her an amount of care and yet willingness to let her learn. Because of that, she gives him an amount of blind faith many would advise against.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Teld're Eska'aldren]]: "Myrganais Gesprheti" : The seer, as she called him, is a strange and recent friend. He is mercurial and ever-shifting. In just one sun, she saw many sides to the man and is fascinated by each of them. She doesn't quite understand why, but some how Teld're has already earned her trust. Not only this, but she's begun to learn of a mystery that invokes her unyielding curiosity.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font><font style="color:#000000;" size="3">♥</font> [[Telos]]: "Guolstyrm Grymhoh" : Someone who holds the answers to many of her questions. He's treated her fairly, and kindly, and for this she holds to him a sense of loyalty. There's something that makes others frightened of him, however, so she is subtly wary of what his presence can bring. She also has an irrational and utterly dorky schoolgirl crush on him.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[J'azhar Tia]]: Introduced to her through Sylas, the young member of Jackal tribe was originally supposed to be a source of information. He quickly charmed her not only with a sense of his kindness for their mutual friends, but also his innocent manner of speech. They spoke of not only the more grim things, but also of lighter topics that soon left her laughing and delighted. It seems their friend circles have merged, for which Staelufre is only thankful, as she's ultimately fond of J'azhar's fretting and warm personality.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Leanne Delphium]]: The appointed "best friend". After having scolded Staelufre on ill social behavior, L'aenoh assigned the two of them to be friends from then on out. It's been somewhat uncertain ground, but the hat-clad woman is such a different presence that Staelufre help but agree she's fine friend material. Much is unknown about Leanne, though she manages to keep amusing Staelufre.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Faolan Woodlock]]: "Nezelcwin" : A man she hardly knows. He smells of campfire smoke and forests. This initial impression leads Staelufre to wanting to know more. After recent events that led her to witness Faolan's way of healing, and the knowledge he witnessed Dhemgeim's death, she's only more intent on prying beneath that mask of his.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[R'sass Thras]]: Her student. A young miqo'te whose tribe has disbanded, she was intent on learning to hunt. The reverence Sass has for her is baffling and, as she believes it, misguided. But it is still a pleasant and entertaining thing to teach another her methods of hunting.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[R'ostam Tia]]: Relative to R'sass, Staelufre finds him hot-headed and brash. His silent behavior, she knows, is entirely a front for a confused and conflicted young man. She hopes to teach him a little of fighting, though also knows that she is by far the least capable of giving him what he needs to know to make a better life outside the tribe.<br />
: <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> [[Memeli Meli]]: "Toffvann" : A powerful lalafell and magnificent braggart. She holds little respect for this person, but does recognize in her the potential to do much. They haven't shared much but in passing, though Memeli's ability to find trouble and also find her way out is always worthy of admiration.<br />
: <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> [[Finecia Hawke]]: "Blahntrachyn" : A peculiar hyur. Staelufre does not trust Finecia in the way she would never fully trust a dragon. Though she wears her past plainly, there is always an uncertainty to what happening in Finecia's mind. She is, at least, a reliable healer.<br />
: <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> [[R'lexia Thras]]: "Lihtleita" : A quiet miqo'te who has not revealed much about herself. While she is Finecia's mate, Staelufre is not yet sure of Lexia's mettle. She seems determined, but there is a weakness and hesitance in her actions that makes Staelufre wonder.<br />
: <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> [[Chaska Dakwhil]]: "Tenkoeya" : Ja'ren's mate and a person Staelufre always wonders about. While mute, her wisdom and cunning is unprecedented. Or because it is because of her inability to talk that Chaska has a way of thinking unparalleled. Either way, Staelufre owes deep respect to Chaska, though knows the two of them are unlikely to ever become friends.<br />
: <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> [[Franz Renatus]]: "Iyrnfystsyn" : After having dealt with an unpleasant elezen, the two came to a mutual understanding. She does not truly wonder after the man, but does at times wonder at his strength. He has, at the very least, the presence enough for her to take his word as truth.<br />
: <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> [[Oscare Iono]]: "Blanabrenn" : Another she knows to be a Garlean. She does not particularly care for this dark-skinned hyur, but he has never done anything to upset her either. At best, she knows him as Jancis' friend.<br />
: <font style="color:#C24640;" size="3">●</font> [[Tausenadel Geispyrsyn]]: "Wybhaerz" : An officer of the Coral Sea. Upon their first meeting, he seemed kind enough, though at their second and every meeting after, he insists on calling her "Stray". Staelufre has expressed her displeasure with this sentiment, and refuses to forgive him for being unable to listen to her or respect her.<br />
: <font style="color:#C24640;" size="3">●</font> [[Sigurd Rainecourt]]: "Bremlohr" : A pitiful little hyur. His weakness makes her dislike and distaste for him very obvious. She thinks that it is a shame, for he has many strong allies, but will never reach to such heights himself.<br />
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===<div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #EB9F9F;font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Footnotes</div>===<br />
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: Tumblr: http://stillshore.tumblr.com<br />
: Voiceclaim: [http://youtu.be/TpUP0jjicqY You Are the Moon - The Hush Sound]<br />
: Theme Music: [http://youtu.be/VKrYOUhOeaI Hope in the Air - Laura Marling]<br />
: Theme Music: [http://youtu.be/6k8es2BNloE Little Black Submarines - The Black Keys]<br />
: Theme Music: [http://youtu.be/TybeFBV7awc Upside Down - Paloma Faith]<br />
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: Template by [[Bancroft Gairn]]</div>Dhemgeimhttps://wiki.ffxiv-roleplayers.com/index.php?title=Staelufre_Lysmerl&diff=76388Staelufre Lysmerl2015-02-20T02:46:32Z<p>Dhemgeim: </p>
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{{Infobox-character<br />
| name = Staelufre Lysmerl<br />
| image = Staewikiprofile.png<br />
| imagewidth = 250<br />
| caption = "May prey find your path."<br />
| gender = Female<br />
| citizenship = N/A<br />
| race = Miqo'te<br />
| clan = Seeker of the Sun<br />
| stat_1 = Age<br />
| stat_1_value = Mid-twenties<br />
| stat_2 = Sexuality<br />
| stat_2_value = Heterosexual<br />
| stat_3 = Occupation<br />
| stat_3_value = Hunter<br />
| stat_4 = Height/Weight<br />
| stat_4_value = 5 fulms, 0 ilms / 110 ponze<br />
| stat_5 = Diety <br />
| stat_5_value = Halone, the Fury<br />
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'''Staelufre Lysmerl''' (pronounced /stail-OU-frey LEES-mar-ill/) was born on 10th Sun of the 5th Umbral Era (October 10th). Her name means "Still Shore of the Bright Sea". She is a miqo'te who was born to one of the vagrant Jackal tribes in La Noscea, wandering through much of Eorzea with them during her childhood. She has kept the affinity to remaining in the wilderness over any form of civilization to this day, and has a very odd way of speaking.<br />
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===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #EB9F9F;font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Basic Info</div>===<br />
Not everyone can understand or relate to Staelufre. This is, at times, exceedingly frustrating to her. She speaks with a parlance that was invented and perfected by a hermit, and thus the mannerisms she uses are very foreign and often leading to misunderstanding. She has, however, been getting lessons on how to speak easier and has begun to become acquainted with a more common cant. Only adding to her oddities, she will avoid cities at a very unreasonable rate. At times, she also forgoes the comfort of houses and chooses to disappear into the wilderness for suns at a time. She prefers alcohol and fighting to any sort of minimal comfort, and excels in agility over brute strength or magick. Because Staelufre is terrible at remembering names, she often gives people her own "nicknames" derived from the roegadyn language.<br />
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:<small>''"He is prey; weak, frightened and unable to fight his way free. He becomes terrified and runs into the briars, then complains when they get caught in his fur. Such rabbits do not deserve pity, or mercy."''<br />
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:''"Oft, you are taken by the deep and churning tides. As they pull you below, to tumble you about, you must not fight. The sea is as nourishing as she is treacherous."''<br />
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:''"I find no small comfort in the shores of my kin. The apprentice and his bannermen honor me with mine namesake, but it is ever the freedom of the sea that I give myself to."''</small><br />
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: <font style="color:#F7A29E;" size="3">■</font> Outdoors<br />
: <font style="color:#F7A29E;" size="3">■</font> Sweets<br />
: <font style="color:#F7A29E;" size="3">■</font> Knives<br />
: <font style="color:#F7A29E;" size="3">■</font> Pink<br />
: <font style="color:#F7A29E;" size="3">■</font> Fighting<br />
: <font style="color:#F7A29E;" size="3">■</font> Dresses<br />
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: <font style="color:#F3C6B9;" size="3">■</font> Crowds (and similarly loud noises)<br />
: <font style="color:#F3C6B9;" size="3">■</font> Cowardice<br />
: <font style="color:#F3C6B9;" size="3">■</font> Cities / tribes<br />
: <font style="color:#F3C6B9;" size="3">■</font> Authority<br />
: <font style="color:#F3C6B9;" size="3">■</font> Extravagance<br />
: <font style="color:#F3C6B9;" size="3">■</font> Loneliness<br />
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: <font style="color:#FAEDDF;" size="3">■</font> Perceptive to truer intentions<br />
: <font style="color:#FAEDDF;" size="3">■</font> Hunting<br />
: <font style="color:#FAEDDF;" size="3">■</font> Endurance or agility exercises<br />
: <font style="color:#FAEDDF;" size="3">■</font> Whittling<br />
: <font style="color:#FAEDDF;" size="3">■</font> Going, or remaining, largely unseen<br />
: <font style="color:#FAEDDF;" size="3">■</font> Singing<br />
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===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #EB9F9F;font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Appearance & Personality</div>===<br />
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: Staelufre cuts a slight figure, but nothing about her short stature is wasted. She is muscled and athletic in build, though short. Her skin is tanned and golden in complexion from both heritage and a great many days in the sun. With naturally pink hair and tail, though neither accept to being tried to tame. Her hair is fluffy and wild, and so often cut short or bound down by clips. Usually, after hunting, it's also caked in mud. Even more stunning than a girl with pink hair are her gold eyes. They glare at most of the world from behind long lashes, sharp and stripping. Even with the round face and fat, up-turned nose, the gentleness of her face is ruined by such intruding eyes.<br />
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: In almost all situations Staelufre's garbed lightly, wearing little more armor than leather. If there's any metal to her outfit, it is to reinforce weak points such as her shins or forearms. Never does Staelufre show her back, as across it is an uneven and encompassing scar that stretches from shoulders to lower back. More scars mar her arms and hands, though she also commonly wears gloves. Staelufre never goes anywhere without at least a knife, either hidden or plain, and cannot stand to equally part comfortable realms without her most precious ring.<br />
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: Staelufre most often stands slouched or with arms crossed, especially when in the presence of others. In crowds she is withdrawn, quiet and in corners. Anything more than five or six others and Staelufre simply tends to leave. She does not, under many circumstances, go into cities or crowded areas. She fears large numbers of people after being so withdrawn from civilization. It is to a point where she resents and hates any form of building or city, even at times preaching against the luxury of society. While she believes her words, she does also enjoy the luxuries that homes can provide. Beds and showers are much better than roots and cold lakes.<br />
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: In one word, a sum of her personality would be paradox. She is innocent and violent, both a hunter and likewise utterly feminine. She is harsh in her truths, and warm in her lies. Staelufre is both wise when it comes to others, and utterly ignorant in how to interact with them. Introspective, yet starved for friendship. Should anyone offer her kindness, she will eagerly drink it up and follow at their heels thereafter. Being alone for so long has both driven her to want freedom and to equally want camaraderie. <br />
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: One thing that is less fluid and contrary is her perspective on other people. People are either weak or strong, prey or hunters. Those who are prey she pities and sees no value in. Those who are hunters, she respects. Respect does not always mean Staelufre likes or trust them, however. After spending so long in the wild, she knows very well how to discern who is stronger and how to avoid confrontation. Unfortunately, she also strives to better herself at nearly every turn, so often has a deliberate cause and wish to throw herself into unfair situations just to come out stronger. This often makes her come across as rash, when the acts are in fact deliberate and she's always keenly aware of the very real danger of dying.<br />
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: If in situations when speaking to an individual person she trusts, Staelufre's personality truly shines through. Her words are eloquent and well-chosen, her loyalty is unbearably strong, and her optimism unyielding. She gives advice as best she can and admits ignorance when she cannot. Pride does, at times, keep her from asking for help when she needs it. When speaking to an individual that Staelufre dislikes, she becomes guarded and calloused. Her words are gated, capable of meaning anything, and her lies are so smooth it's impossible to tell them from the half-true metaphors. Her ability to command her emotions in front of those who she deems weaker is impressive, as is her capability of detaching value to their life. Those who are weak, in her opinion, are better off dead. Should Staelufre be speaking, however, individually with a person she doesn't yet know well, she'll always regard them in the way she would regard a new hunting territory. Assessing their weaknesses and prying for strengths, seeking the balance of their personality to determine whether or not they are worth her time.<br />
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: Staelufre does not fight other people very well. She is more akin to the hunt, to employing stealth and surprise, than to fighting others one-on-one. The thrill of battle still runs hot through her, however, and she always enjoys a good fight. Even if it means getting beaten black and blue, she'll take on an opponent if nothing more than for the experience of it. Because of her inexperience in direct combat, she relies mostly on her larger skills. This would be agility and speed. Not getting hit is the biggest name of her game, and while she can take a couple blows they wear her down quickly. Training for combat is not much in hefting weapons and striking dummies. She trains for flexibility and endurance. Running, stretching, climbing; unorthodox things that keep her body in shape but often don't translate into direct physical combat.<br />
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: Primarily, to defeat an opponent, Staelufre uses daggers. She looks for openings in armor first, and exploits any vulnerable spots. Due to being spry and nimble, reaching odd places isn't very difficult. What is difficult is getting close enough to cut without getting hit. So after a few slashes, Staelufre tends to back off and exhaust her opponent by letting them bleed out. To opponents she aims to kill rather than simply defeat, she usually aims for the neck or their gut. Blood is not something the miqo'te is shy of. If she aims to kill as well, it is even less likely that Staelufre will approach an opponent directly.<br />
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=====<div style="padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Tribal Years</div>=====<br />
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:: Born daughter of J'tyraka Nuhn in the jungles of La Noscea as J'adaeza, she had a relatively blissful childhood. Their tribe was exceedingly small, no more than forty people at once, and strictly nomadic. Primarily they traveled through La Noscea, but in her lifetime did build small crafts to carry them across the waters to find new hunting grounds in the Black Shroud. Because of the fact they were so small, it was required for every member of the tribe to be trained and responsible for many aspects of the community. From small things such as building fires, or to larger things such as teaching the children. It was expected, in her tribe, for men and women to both be able to hunt as well as mend wounds.<br />
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:: As with all the other children, being trained to be a productive member of the tribe begun as soon as infancy ended. Her life was relatively easy, for all that a nomadic tribal life could be. She did not excel very well when it came to cooking or skinning creatures. She did not have much patience to learn to stitch clothes back together, and was often scolded for playing too roughly with the other children. Yet one day, she was brought to her mother's tent and given a choice of weaponry. This would be the weapon she would wield for the rest of her life in the tribe, trained in it until it became as much part of her as a limb. Only then would she be allowed to hunt. J'adaeza chose a spear, which was too large for her scrawny form, but stubbornly kept to it.<br />
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:: To those of younger ages, one of the more experienced Tias became their teacher. He taught them how to use the weapons they chose, in a strict yet not unkind manner. J'adaeza at this time was awful with the spear. She commonly dropped it, or was much too loud when carrying it around. She was scolded almost constantly, given extra exercises to learn her weapon better, and not allowed to return to the fires until she finished them. It was punishing, but also rewarding. So early in age, she didn't become bitter by the experience, but instead elevated to enjoy the push of her body. To wield the spear was not a natural thing to the tiny pink-haired girl, but she progressed and became decent at it. Once proficient enough, the Tia then began to train her in hunting tactics and strategies. How to step quietly and place traps, the knowledge of sensing danger and so forth.<br />
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:: At ten, as is traditional in her tribe, J'adaeza was taken on her first hunting trip. She was not permitted to strike at any creatures or wander on her own. She stuck closely to the side of one of the mature hunters, and while much of what she learned was applied, she found she had much more to learn. The thrill of the hunt sunk quickly and deeply in her heart, however, and it soon took her over. She became obsessed with hunting, and decided after but a few meager years of training to dedicate her life to it.<br />
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:: This went against her tribe's custom, however. When J'adaeza's more relaxed chores and duties began to wane in favor to her hunting, she was taken aside and spoken to. At first, they only expressed concerned. Then, when she ignored their words and abandoned her other disciplines in arrogant need for the sport, they began to punish her in true. As an adolescent who, as pre-teens tend to be, was absolutely certain she knew what was best for her, J'azaeda rebelled against the obedience they demanded from her. This was not an uncommon thing at her age, even in the tribe, but it was still disruptive to a community so small. She was frustratingly single-minded and stuck to it. So one evening, after a particularly bad spat with her aunt, she decided to leave the tribe.<br />
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:: Leaving itself wasn't terribly traumatic to J'adaeza. The tribe, at the time, was on a particularly wealthy streak in the Shroud. She took a sufficient amount of foodstuffs and her spear, and set off at the opposite direction. It was liberating, for a while, until she found that one of her half-sisters trailing slowly after her. Having heard of J'adaeza's leaving, J'adisa had soon departed for her own reasoning. Guilt and familial obligation forced her to look over this other girl, who had no skill in hunting or fighting.<br />
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:: While J'adaeza and J'adisa traveled back to La Noscea, they found that life without a tribe was more difficult than previously imagined. While J'adaeza was a fair enough hunter, she was poor at every other practical application. Her rebellion became her own punishment, as her sister and her struggled to feed themselves or find proper campsites. There were many close calls to unsavory sorts and rabid beastmen, and J'adaeza gathered many colorful stories about swiping equipment from unsuspecting travelers.<br />
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:: During such a colorful tale, she managed to cross paths with the wrong sort of folk. The story involved behind to why, and how the events unfolded, tends to change with each evolution of the story in present day; suggesting a reluctance to admit why or perhaps even a true confusion as to its truth. But what she does always tell, and seem to recall accurately, is the mutilation of her back. Tossed into the sea of Vylbrand, she nearly drowned. Miracle of miracles, she survived. Washed upon the beach with her back quickly growing an infection. Time for her at this point grew wildly inconsistent. A fever over-took her and she wandered in search of shelter or help. Her body was dying, already weak from her time in the water and what she was certain had been her death. Now, she was experiencing the agony of dying all over again.<br />
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:: Here is where [[Vilsewaen Steinhoh]] rescued the dying miqo'te. She had no idea, for a long time, that she was even in the care of anyone. He tended to her in one of his camps in the lowlands of Vylbrand until she recovered enough to become lucid and aware of her situation. They spoke, and while she was still too weak to move did tell him of her sister and where their campsite had been before her near-fatal accident. J'adisa came immediately and helped Vilsewaen tend to J'adaeza. He spoke strangely, but treated them kindly, and offered more than enough hospitality that they felt comfortable staying at his side.<br />
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====<div style="padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Rebirth</div>====<br />
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:: Though the two half-sisters did not intend to stay with Vilsewaen long, his proficiency of living alone was more than they had. When he offered to teach them, they ended up agreeing. Thus it was that the two came under his tutelage, and the tutelage became something more. His patience and lack of social skills were precisely the right combination of dry and kind that the two bonded with. So when Vilsewaen, the wandering hermit that he is, said he was climbing higher to the La Noscean mountains he took J'adaeza and J'adisa with him.<br />
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:: There is where J'adaeza's birth into Staelufre became apparent. Though she may had been on the physical brink of death before, with Vilsewaen's help she finally accepted that she will never again be part of a tribe. And as the hermit accepted these two lost girls into his care, he gave to them his traditions and philosophies as well. So J'adaeza and J'adisa came to be known, respectively, as Staelufre Lysmerl and Siehrova Brynstymm. The women were encouraged to be free and study whatever pursuit came to their heart, while their new father ensured their welfare and ability to look after themselves. So they developed into two opposites. Where Staelufre was wild, Siehrova was patient: Where Staelufre learned and strengthened her body, Siehrova was curious and expanded her mind. The two were dawn and dusk, and they both loved Vilsewaen as if he were the sky itself.<br />
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:: The three were very happy for a long time. As was his nature, Vilsewaen would often leave the two to wander. Even attached to others, he was still a hermit at heart. But Staelufre and Siehrova did not seem to mind. Their growth became exponential as they explored the mountains of La Noscea, alone and away from any civilization. The two bonded until their differences expanded and then compounded, both taking pieces of each other until neither were sure which one began and the other ended. These are the happiest memories to Staelufre, with her ever-present sister and her wayward father. Each so dear to her that she would have rather died than be left without them in the world.<br />
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:: Eventually Staelufre and Siehrova left La Noscea. Vilsewaen went with them as far as the Shroud, and from there they wandered to Coerthas. The cold weather did not suit Siehrova, but the stars fascinated her sister. Staelufre had always been fascinated by stars and their clarity in these northern grounds stole her heart away. They wandered wherever they wished, though often returned to their "home" in the mountains.<br />
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====<div style="padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">The Calamity</div>====<br />
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:: About four years before the Calamity fell, Vilsewaen took in another rogue soul. While Staelufre isn't sure where the old man found [[Renee Becquerel]] - who was then Renaud - he certainly came to become a large figurehead for the elezen. The then-named Wakkeyha Syngronn became Vilsewaen's apprentice. This excited the first time Staelufre ever felt jealousy in another person. She had always thought of her father as belonging to their family, and here was an interloper to steal Vilsewaen's time and ideals away from their already precious moments. It frustrated her, and she harbored equal envy that Renee had the Echo while she did not. So when the Garlean forces threatened their doorstep and Renee announced her leave, Staelufre was overjoyed... until Vilsewaen announced he was leaving as well.<br />
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:: She remained in the mountains of La Noscea until after Dalamud hit. Then she waited longer for Vilsewaen to return. Eventually, she became too anxious and left - parting with Siehrova for the first time in years. She traveled, seeing the cruelty and savagery that was brought on with total desolation. While uninterested in helping cities to rebuild and regrow, she did know that her skills as a hunter would do many well. So Staelufre took up many odd jobs, expanding her skills and honing her ability as a hunter to be met by the need and demand of others.<br />
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:: This continued until the ships were rebuilt and the island reconnected to the rest of Eorzea. Then Staelufre left, wanderlust unable to be sated. She continued to work as a hunter for hire for a small time, building a thin and unimportant network of people who knew her by face if not by name. She abandoned it, however, when Revenant's Toll was being formed. Instead she returned to Siehrova and two journeyed there, to a place where Siehrova's genius and thirsty for knowledge could be met on a frontier that would also excite her more than any dusty library. For a time, Staelufre remained in Mor Dhona withe her sister. She did little other than wander and explore, doting upon her other half until such time that she became too thirsty for the hunt again.<br />
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====<div style="padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Present</div>====<br />
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:: So she left. She regathered her structure of hunting for meager favors or bits of gil, for things that she could not make or find herself in the wild. This was when she came to find, from Vilsewaen, that the long-left apprentice Renee Becquerel had started a Free Company. While the name the Coral Sea was appeasing to her, what truly interested her was the name of their home. It was named in her honor, supposedly, and while her desire to be free and away from any form of civilization was strong... the compulsion to see such a strange thing was stronger. So Staelufre wandered for her first time into the Mist, and quickly became lost.<br />
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:: This was where she met [[L'aenoh Tia]]. Through a quick spiral of events, he introduced her to many others of the Coral Sea. Their relationship becoming something strong, she remained near to the Mist - begrudgingly - to also remain near him. Her first impression of the people was unpleasant. They commonly referred to her as "Zhen's replacement" or "stray", and it happened so often and with so much repetition she accepted it as the views of all those who lived within walls. Dejected and hurt by their actions and calloused attitudes, Staelufre withdrew even further from any want to be apart of the Coral Sea or its people.<br />
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:: It took much convincing and debate before L'aenoh was able to get Staelufre to join the Coral Sea's roster. She still argues that she's not properly a member. In her eyes, she has never been fully socially accepted. Yet she is officially documented in their applications, so is technically a member. Being with the Coral Sea has expanded those she met, as well, to most everyone that she currently knows. While she disappears for long times to hunt or do whatever else she wishes, she does commonly return to the Free Company house either for its luxuries or its company.<br />
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:: Even more recent, she's been traveling to the Goblet on a frequenct basis. There is a select few of people who have caught her interest, and that she's certain hold answers they may not be sure that they have. As ever, she has a habit of finding ill fortune and then diving into it even deeper.<br />
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* She has a habit of naming people, and will eagerly explain the names she's given and their meaning to great detail.<br />
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* Her favorite food is cake. Specifically rolanberry and chocolate flavored.<br />
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* Odds are, if someone's in good standing with her, she will do almost anything that they request of her.<br />
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* If you give her sweets, expect her to always look to you for more. (Don't feed stray cats, kids!)<br />
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''Some of these rumors are untrue or are greatly exaggerated. Please feel free to add your own rumors under PC!''<br />
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<div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #90AB76;">◢ Common and easily overheard, use freely</div></b><br />
: <font style="color:#90AB76;" size="3">■</font> "She's odd. Doesn't speak well, and ran off soon as she got her booze. At least she paid," <i>Merchant at Aleport</i><br />
: <font style="color:#90AB76;" size="3">■</font> "Ah, aye, I know 'er. Got charged with poaching once. I remember, 'cause next day we found a couple of Redbellies hangin' from the trees not far off the road. Took forever to get 'em down," <i>Woodwailer in Central Shroud</i><br />
: <font style="color:#90AB76;" size="3">■</font> "Yeah, she comes through here often. Sometimes she doesn't have gil and ends up having to barter pieces of jewelry. Her boyfriend or husband or someone always comes around a day or two later to buy the jewelry back," <i>Ferryman at Vesper Bay</i><br />
: <font style="color:#90AB76;" size="3">■</font> "Sometimes she stops here, but never to take a chocobo. Avoids the damn things like the plague," <i>Any Choco-keep in the Sanctuaries</i><br />
: <font style="color:#90AB76;" size="3">■</font> "I keep telling her: No fishing in the ponds! You know what, when you find her, tell her that for me!" <i>Frustrated Added in Lavender Beds</i><br />
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<b><div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #F37E1D;">◢ Moderately difficult to overhear, use sparingly or ask first</div></b><br />
: <font style="color:#F37E1D;" size="3">■</font> "She's a poor thing. Sometimes she likes to soak in the waters here before she goes to trade over by the Wanderer's Palace. Her back is just a travesty for something so cute," <i>Worker at Camp Bronze Lake</i><br />
: <font style="color:#F37E1D;" size="3">■</font> "You know, it's funny, I saw 'er 'round 'ere a lot. Just hangin' out, talkin' to th' farmers. Then up an' disappears. Ain't seen 'er since," <i>Farmer at Summerford Farms</i><br />
: <font style="color:#F37E1D;" size="3">■</font> "Ah, yeah, I've seen her. Well, heard is more like... Those two cats are damned loud..." <i>Grimacing Yellowjacket Who Works Near the Eyes</i><br />
: <font style="color:#F37E1D;" size="3">■</font> "That pink one? She comes in about once a moon to buy some cake. Real skittish, but always tips well!" <i>Chef in the Bismark</i><br />
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<b><div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #D83018;">◢ Very difficult or rarely overheard, ask before using</div></b><br />
: <font style="color:#D83018;" size="3">■</font> "I don't know why, but sometimes she leaves offerings at Thal's Shrine. Won't speak to anyone, either. Just walks in and spends a few bells in silence only to leave," <i>Brass Blade on Highbridge</i><br />
: <font style="color:#D83018;" size="3">■</font> "Is the damnest thing. She looks just like one of my tribe sisters... But I could have sworn her dead," <i>Hard-working Tia in Wineport</i><br />
: <font style="color:#D83018;" size="3">■</font> "I know the name. Commissioned some unique weapons. All pretty confidential, I'm afraid," <i>Blacksmith in Limsa Lominsa</i><br />
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<b><div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #aac5b4;">◢ Rumors from the character's of other players</div></b><br />
: <font style="color:#aac5b4;" size="3">■</font> "Arcane magic around her? Forget about it. She's like... Way too angry about something involving it," <i>[[Harper Brightwind]]</i><br />
: <font style="color:#aac5b4;" size="3">■</font> "I'm fairly certain she has little to no respect for the dead. Or for the living. Or any value for life itself given how quick she treats folk. And I'm pretty sure she doesn't know anything about privacy or secrets. Ever. Journals included," <i>[[Chaska Dakwhil]]</i><br />
: <font style="color:#aac5b4;" size="3">■</font> "The pink one? She's absolutely terrified of me for some reason or another. Poor dear. I believe someone asked me if I might be there to take her away or something of the like. I am not quite sure why since we have never really met," <i>[[J'nangho Jhimei]]</i><br />
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: <center><font style="color:#000000;" size="3">♥</font> Physical Attraction <font style="color:#F02311;" size="3">♥</font> Romantic Desire <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font> Platonic Love</center> <br />
: <center><font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> Good Standing <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> Neutral <font style="color:#C24640;" size="3">●</font> Poor Standing</center><br />
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: <font style="color:#F02311;" size="3">♥</font> <font style="color:#000000;" size="3">♥</font> [[L'aenoh Tia]]: "Ganzjaega Riklifaeld" : A man she met in the Mist. Their beginnings were rather rough, though both held an attraction for the other since the moment they met. After some struggle with a rather cruel Keeper named Hnaba, they came together and bonded in a way neither expected. Ever since, the two have been inseparable. Staelufre has come to love him in true. She has no plans to deviate from his side, and goes to great lengths to ensure his safety.<br />
: <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font> [[Vilsewaen Steinhoh]]: Her father, her mentor, her brother. He is the person Staelufre respects the most in her life, and strives to be like. It is a constant disappointment to her that she cannot follow in his footsteps, or become precisely alike him. Almost everything she does is to give him pride and prove herself worthy in his eyes.<br />
: <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font> [[Siehrova Brynstymm]]: Her sister. Staelufre is wildly protective of her intelligent and kind kin. Their shared history has forged their bond into something that is unbreakable. She values Siehrova for her intelligence and quick wit, and admires her for being able to do so many things that she cannot even conceive possible. While her sister works on various projects in Mor Dhona, almost always consisting of magitek, Staelufre makes sure to provide her sister with every comfort and need she could ask for.<br />
: <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font> [[Renaud Becquerel]]: "Wakkeyha Syngronn" : Her brother, her rival. He is the apprentice of her father and his natural affinity to truth and ownership of the Echo has made Wakkeyha the favorite of Vilsewaen. In this, Staelufre is constantly jealous of him and irritated of his natural prowess with mysticism. She sees in him all the things she wishes she can be, and he is blissfully ignorant of such facts. His fawning and doting over Staelufre as his own sister only makes her feel guilty of this, and oddly endeared to the man she names brother.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Jancis Milburga]]: "Solkeim Brynroega" : Her friend. Jancis and she first met through L'aenoh, and the healer has proved nothing but kind and stalwart. Even in the heat of battle or its gross after-effects, the woman never seems to waver. Even in the grossest of situations, Jancis is a shining beacon for her to orient herself. Staelufre remains loyal to her, and has never had cause to question this. She plans to ever be.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Ja'ren A'lenthin]]: "Arengybet Haerzhylt" : Their relationship begun on a rocky note. Miscommunication and estranged feelings made the two incapable of seeing eye-to-eye at first. Yet, when entrusting Ja'ren with a mysterious Void artefact, the two began a strange journey that solidified their friendship. Unexpected circumstances brought them even closer, and Ja'ren teaches her much of her magick and control over it. She ever admired Ja'ren, though also finds him foolish at times.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Tiergan Vashir]]: "Wynztier Eifaufre" : A recent friend to Staelufre, but a strong one. Originally a strange man, she became endeared to him after a long talk about the Lotus. Some of his earnest personality began to shine, and with it Staelufre saw someone of noble heart. She has since followed him throughout much of Eorzea on bizarre adventures to save friends or return them home. Every time they speak, she finds her respect for him growing. And also a sister-like desire to scold him for so often succumbing to his emotions.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Zaius Rhal'seer]]: "Doenruht Formnwust" : Staelufre's teacher. After Zaius insulted her mate by beating him in battle and tying him to a bed, she sought Zaius out to seek revenge. With original intentions of killing him, she was instead impressed by his technique and strength. After agreeing to teach her, and a couple lessons, she's come to trust the Keeper entirely. He shows to her an amount of care and yet willingness to let her learn. Because of that, she gives him an amount of blind faith many would advise against.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Teld're Eska'aldren]]: "Myrganais Gesprheti" : The seer, as she called him, is a strange and recent friend. He is mercurial and ever-shifting. In just one sun, she saw many sides to the man and is fascinated by each of them. She doesn't quite understand why, but some how Teld're has already earned her trust. Not only this, but she's begun to learn of a mystery that invokes her unyielding curiosity.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font><font style="color:#000000;" size="3">♥</font> [[Telos]]: "Guolstyrm Grymhoh" : Someone who holds the answers to many of her questions. He's treated her fairly, and kindly, and for this she holds to him a sense of loyalty. There's something that makes others frightened of him, however, so she is subtly wary of what his presence can bring. She also has an irrational and utterly dorky schoolgirl crush on him.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[J'azhar Tia]]: Introduced to her through Sylas, the young member of Jackal tribe was originally supposed to be a source of information. He quickly charmed her not only with a sense of his kindness for their mutual friends, but also his innocent manner of speech. They spoke of not only the more grim things, but also of lighter topics that soon left her laughing and delighted. It seems their friend circles have merged, for which Staelufre is only thankful, as she's ultimately fond of J'azhar's fretting and warm personality.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Leanne Delphium]]: The appointed "best friend". After having scolded Staelufre on ill social behavior, L'aenoh assigned the two of them to be friends from then on out. It's been somewhat uncertain ground, but the hat-clad woman is such a different presence that Staelufre help but agree she's fine friend material. Much is unknown about Leanne, though she manages to keep amusing Staelufre.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Faolan Woodlock]]: "Nezelcwin" : A man she hardly knows. He smells of campfire smoke and forests. This initial impression leads Staelufre to wanting to know more. After recent events that led her to witness Faolan's way of healing, and the knowledge he witnessed Dhemgeim's death, she's only more intent on prying beneath that mask of his.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[R'sass Thras]]: Her student. A young miqo'te whose tribe has disbanded, she was intent on learning to hunt. The reverence Sass has for her is baffling and, as she believes it, misguided. But it is still a pleasant and entertaining thing to teach another her methods of hunting.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[R'ostam Tia]]: Relative to R'sass, Staelufre finds him hot-headed and brash. His silent behavior, she knows, is entirely a front for a confused and conflicted young man. She hopes to teach him a little of fighting, though also knows that she is by far the least capable of giving him what he needs to know to make a better life outside the tribe.<br />
: <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> [[Memeli Meli]]: "Toffvann" : A powerful lalafell and magnificent braggart. She holds little respect for this person, but does recognize in her the potential to do much. They haven't shared much but in passing, though Memeli's ability to find trouble and also find her way out is always worthy of admiration.<br />
: <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> [[Finecia Hawke]]: "Blahntrachyn" : A peculiar hyur. Staelufre does not trust Finecia in the way she would never fully trust a dragon. Though she wears her past plainly, there is always an uncertainty to what happening in Finecia's mind. She is, at least, a reliable healer.<br />
: <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> [[R'lexia Thras]]: "Lihtleita" : A quiet miqo'te who has not revealed much about herself. While she is Finecia's mate, Staelufre is not yet sure of Lexia's mettle. She seems determined, but there is a weakness and hesitance in her actions that makes Staelufre wonder.<br />
: <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> [[Chaska Dakwhil]]: "Tenkoeya" : Ja'ren's mate and a person Staelufre always wonders about. While mute, her wisdom and cunning is unprecedented. Or because it is because of her inability to talk that Chaska has a way of thinking unparalleled. Either way, Staelufre owes deep respect to Chaska, though knows the two of them are unlikely to ever become friends.<br />
: <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> [[Franz Renatus]]: "Iyrnfystsyn" : After having dealt with an unpleasant elezen, the two came to a mutual understanding. She does not truly wonder after the man, but does at times wonder at his strength. He has, at the very least, the presence enough for her to take his word as truth.<br />
: <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> [[Oscare Iono]]: "Blanabrenn" : Another she knows to be a Garlean. She does not particularly care for this dark-skinned hyur, but he has never done anything to upset her either. At best, she knows him as Jancis' friend.<br />
: <font style="color:#C24640;" size="3">●</font> [[Tausenadel Geispyrsyn]]: "Wybhaerz" : An officer of the Coral Sea. Upon their first meeting, he seemed kind enough, though at their second and every meeting after, he insists on calling her "Stray". Staelufre has expressed her displeasure with this sentiment, and refuses to forgive him for being unable to listen to her or respect her.<br />
: <font style="color:#C24640;" size="3">●</font> [[Sigurd Rainecourt]]: "Bremlohr" : A pitiful little hyur. His weakness makes her dislike and distaste for him very obvious. She thinks that it is a shame, for he has many strong allies, but will never reach to such heights himself.<br />
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: Tumblr: http://stillshore.tumblr.com<br />
: Voiceclaim: [http://youtu.be/TpUP0jjicqY You Are the Moon - The Hush Sound]<br />
: Theme Music: [http://youtu.be/VKrYOUhOeaI Hope in the Air - Laura Marling]<br />
: Theme Music: [http://youtu.be/6k8es2BNloE Little Black Submarines - The Black Keys]<br />
: Theme Music: [http://youtu.be/TybeFBV7awc Upside Down - Paloma Faith]<br />
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: Template by [[Bancroft Gairn]]</div>Dhemgeimhttps://wiki.ffxiv-roleplayers.com/index.php?title=Staelufre_Lysmerl&diff=76383Staelufre Lysmerl2015-02-20T02:36:14Z<p>Dhemgeim: </p>
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{{Infobox-character<br />
| name = Staelufre Lysmerl<br />
| image = Staewikiprofile.png<br />
| imagewidth = 250<br />
| caption = "May prey find your path."<br />
| gender = Female<br />
| citizenship = N/A<br />
| race = Miqo'te<br />
| clan = Seeker of the Sun<br />
| stat_1 = Age<br />
| stat_1_value = Mid-twenties<br />
| stat_2 = Sexuality<br />
| stat_2_value = Heterosexual<br />
| stat_3 = Occupation<br />
| stat_3_value = Hunter<br />
| stat_4 = Height/Weight<br />
| stat_4_value = 5 fulms, 0 ilms / 110 ponze<br />
| stat_5 = Diety <br />
| stat_5_value = Halone, the Fury<br />
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'''Staelufre Lysmerl''' (pronounced /stail-OU-frey LEES-mar-ill/) was born on 10th Sun of the 5th Umbral Era (October 10th). Her name means "Still Shore of the Bright Sea". She is a miqo'te who was born to one of the vagrant Jackal tribes in La Noscea, wandering through much of Eorzea with them during her childhood. She has kept the affinity to remaining in the wilderness over any form of civilization to this day, and has a very odd way of speaking.<br />
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===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #EB9F9F;font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Basic Info</div>===<br />
Not everyone can understand or relate to Staelufre. This is, at times, exceedingly frustrating to her. She speaks with a parlance that was invented and perfected by a hermit, and thus the mannerisms she uses are very foreign and often leading to misunderstanding. She has, however, been getting lessons on how to speak easier and has begun to become acquainted with a more common cant. Only adding to her oddities, she will avoid cities at a very unreasonable rate. At times, she also forgoes the comfort of houses and chooses to disappear into the wilderness for suns at a time. She prefers alcohol and fighting to any sort of minimal comfort, and excels in agility over brute strength or magick. Because Staelufre is terrible at remembering names, she often gives people her own "nicknames" derived from the roegadyn language.<br />
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:<small>''"He is prey; weak, frightened and unable to fight his way free. He becomes terrified and runs into the briars, then complains when they get caught in his fur. Such rabbits do not deserve pity, or mercy."''<br />
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:''"Oft, you are taken by the deep and churning tides. As they pull you below, to tumble you about, you must not fight. The sea is as nourishing as she is treacherous."''<br />
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:''"I find no small comfort in the shores of my kin. The apprentice and his bannermen honor me with mine namesake, but it is ever the freedom of the sea that I give myself to."''</small><br />
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: <font style="color:#F7A29E;" size="3">■</font> Outdoors<br />
: <font style="color:#F7A29E;" size="3">■</font> Sweets<br />
: <font style="color:#F7A29E;" size="3">■</font> Knives<br />
: <font style="color:#F7A29E;" size="3">■</font> Pink<br />
: <font style="color:#F7A29E;" size="3">■</font> Fighting<br />
: <font style="color:#F7A29E;" size="3">■</font> Dresses<br />
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: <font style="color:#F3C6B9;" size="3">■</font> Crowds (and similarly loud noises)<br />
: <font style="color:#F3C6B9;" size="3">■</font> Cowardice<br />
: <font style="color:#F3C6B9;" size="3">■</font> Cities / tribes<br />
: <font style="color:#F3C6B9;" size="3">■</font> Authority<br />
: <font style="color:#F3C6B9;" size="3">■</font> Extravagance<br />
: <font style="color:#F3C6B9;" size="3">■</font> Loneliness<br />
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: <font style="color:#FAEDDF;" size="3">■</font> Perceptive to truer intentions<br />
: <font style="color:#FAEDDF;" size="3">■</font> Hunting<br />
: <font style="color:#FAEDDF;" size="3">■</font> Endurance or agility exercises<br />
: <font style="color:#FAEDDF;" size="3">■</font> Whittling<br />
: <font style="color:#FAEDDF;" size="3">■</font> Going, or remaining, largely unseen<br />
: <font style="color:#FAEDDF;" size="3">■</font> Singing<br />
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===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #EB9F9F;font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Appearance & Personality</div>===<br />
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: Staelufre cuts a slight figure, but nothing about her short stature is wasted. She is muscled and athletic in build, though short. Her skin is tanned and golden in complexion from both heritage and a great many days in the sun. With naturally pink hair and tail, though neither accept to being tried to tame. Her hair is fluffy and wild, and so often cut short or bound down by clips. Usually, after hunting, it's also caked in mud. Even more stunning than a girl with pink hair are her gold eyes. They glare at most of the world from behind long lashes, sharp and stripping. Even with the round face and fat, up-turned nose, the gentleness of her face is ruined by such intruding eyes.<br />
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: In almost all situations Staelufre's garbed lightly, wearing little more armor than leather. If there's any metal to her outfit, it is to reinforce weak points such as her shins or forearms. Never does Staelufre show her back, as across it is an uneven and encompassing scar that stretches from shoulders to lower back. More scars mar her arms and hands, though she also commonly wears gloves. Staelufre never goes anywhere without at least a knife, either hidden or plain, and cannot stand to equally part comfortable realms without her most precious ring.<br />
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: Staelufre most often stands slouched or with arms crossed, especially when in the presence of others. In crowds she is withdrawn, quiet and in corners. Anything more than five or six others and Staelufre simply tends to leave. She does not, under many circumstances, go into cities or crowded areas. She fears large numbers of people after being so withdrawn from civilization. It is to a point where she resents and hates any form of building or city, even at times preaching against the luxury of society. While she believes her words, she does also enjoy the luxuries that homes can provide. Beds and showers are much better than roots and cold lakes.<br />
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: In one word, a sum of her personality would be paradox. She is innocent and violent, both a hunter and likewise utterly feminine. She is harsh in her truths, and warm in her lies. Staelufre is both wise when it comes to others, and utterly ignorant in how to interact with them. Introspective, yet starved for friendship. Should anyone offer her kindness, she will eagerly drink it up and follow at their heels thereafter. Being alone for so long has both driven her to want freedom and to equally want camaraderie. <br />
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: One thing that is less fluid and contrary is her perspective on other people. People are either weak or strong, prey or hunters. Those who are prey she pities and sees no value in. Those who are hunters, she respects. Respect does not always mean Staelufre likes or trust them, however. After spending so long in the wild, she knows very well how to discern who is stronger and how to avoid confrontation. Unfortunately, she also strives to better herself at nearly every turn, so often has a deliberate cause and wish to throw herself into unfair situations just to come out stronger. This often makes her come across as rash, when the acts are in fact deliberate and she's always keenly aware of the very real danger of dying.<br />
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: If in situations when speaking to an individual person she trusts, Staelufre's personality truly shines through. Her words are eloquent and well-chosen, her loyalty is unbearably strong, and her optimism unyielding. She gives advice as best she can and admits ignorance when she cannot. Pride does, at times, keep her from asking for help when she needs it. When speaking to an individual that Staelufre dislikes, she becomes guarded and calloused. Her words are gated, capable of meaning anything, and her lies are so smooth it's impossible to tell them from the half-true metaphors. Her ability to command her emotions in front of those who she deems weaker is impressive, as is her capability of detaching value to their life. Those who are weak, in her opinion, are better off dead. Should Staelufre be speaking, however, individually with a person she doesn't yet know well, she'll always regard them in the way she would regard a new hunting territory. Assessing their weaknesses and prying for strengths, seeking the balance of their personality to determine whether or not they are worth her time.<br />
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===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #EB9F9F;font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Combat</div>===<br />
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: Staelufre does not fight other people very well. She is more akin to the hunt, to employing stealth and surprise, than to fighting others one-on-one. The thrill of battle still runs hot through her, however, and she always enjoys a good fight. Even if it means getting beaten black and blue, she'll take on an opponent if nothing more than for the experience of it. Because of her inexperience in direct combat, she relies mostly on her larger skills. This would be agility and speed. Not getting hit is the biggest name of her game, and while she can take a couple blows they wear her down quickly. Training for combat is not much in hefting weapons and striking dummies. She trains for flexibility and endurance. Running, stretching, climbing; unorthodox things that keep her body in shape but often don't translate into direct physical combat.<br />
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: Primarily, to defeat an opponent, Staelufre uses daggers. She looks for openings in armor first, and exploits any vulnerable spots. Due to being spry and nimble, reaching odd places isn't very difficult. What is difficult is getting close enough to cut without getting hit. So after a few slashes, Staelufre tends to back off and exhaust her opponent by letting them bleed out. To opponents she aims to kill rather than simply defeat, she usually aims for the neck or their gut. Blood is not something the miqo'te is shy of. If she aims to kill as well, it is even less likely that Staelufre will approach an opponent directly.<br />
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===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #EB9F9F;font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Biography</div>===<br />
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=====<div style="padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Tribal Years</div>=====<br />
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:: Born daughter of J'tyraka Nuhn in the jungles of La Noscea as J'adaeza, she had a relatively blissful childhood. Their tribe was exceedingly small, no more than forty people at once, and strictly nomadic. Primarily they traveled through La Noscea, but in her lifetime did build small crafts to carry them across the waters to find new hunting grounds in the Black Shroud. Because of the fact they were so small, it was required for every member of the tribe to be trained and responsible for many aspects of the community. From small things such as building fires, or to larger things such as teaching the children. It was expected, in her tribe, for men and women to both be able to hunt as well as mend wounds.<br />
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:: As with all the other children, being trained to be a productive member of the tribe begun as soon as infancy ended. Her life was relatively easy, for all that a nomadic tribal life could be. She did not excel very well when it came to cooking or skinning creatures. She did not have much patience to learn to stitch clothes back together, and was often scolded for playing too roughly with the other children. Yet one day, she was brought to her mother's tent and given a choice of weaponry. This would be the weapon she would wield for the rest of her life in the tribe, trained in it until it became as much part of her as a limb. Only then would she be allowed to hunt. J'adaeza chose a spear, which was too large for her scrawny form, but stubbornly kept to it.<br />
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:: To those of younger ages, one of the more experienced Tias became their teacher. He taught them how to use the weapons they chose, in a strict yet not unkind manner. J'adaeza at this time was awful with the spear. She commonly dropped it, or was much too loud when carrying it around. She was scolded almost constantly, given extra exercises to learn her weapon better, and not allowed to return to the fires until she finished them. It was punishing, but also rewarding. So early in age, she didn't become bitter by the experience, but instead elevated to enjoy the push of her body. To wield the spear was not a natural thing to the tiny pink-haired girl, but she progressed and became decent at it. Once proficient enough, the Tia then began to train her in hunting tactics and strategies. How to step quietly and place traps, the knowledge of sensing danger and so forth.<br />
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:: At ten, as is traditional in her tribe, J'adaeza was taken on her first hunting trip. She was not permitted to strike at any creatures or wander on her own. She stuck closely to the side of one of the mature hunters, and while much of what she learned was applied, she found she had much more to learn. The thrill of the hunt sunk quickly and deeply in her heart, however, and it soon took her over. She became obsessed with hunting, and decided after but a few meager years of training to dedicate her life to it.<br />
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:: This went against her tribe's custom, however. When J'adaeza's more relaxed chores and duties began to wane in favor to her hunting, she was taken aside and spoken to. At first, they only expressed concerned. Then, when she ignored their words and abandoned her other disciplines in arrogant need for the sport, they began to punish her in true. As an adolescent who, as pre-teens tend to be, was absolutely certain she knew what was best for her, J'azaeda rebelled against the obedience they demanded from her. This was not an uncommon thing at her age, even in the tribe, but it was still disruptive to a community so small. She was frustratingly single-minded and stuck to it. So one evening, after a particularly bad spat with her aunt, she decided to leave the tribe.<br />
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:: Leaving itself wasn't terribly traumatic to J'adaeza. The tribe, at the time, was on a particularly wealthy streak in the Shroud. She took a sufficient amount of foodstuffs and her spear, and set off at the opposite direction. It was liberating, for a while, until she found that one of her half-sisters trailing slowly after her. Having heard of J'adaeza's leaving, J'adisa had soon departed for her own reasoning. Guilt and familial obligation forced her to look over this other girl, who had no skill in hunting or fighting.<br />
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=====<div style="padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Death</div>=====<br />
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:: While J'adaeza and J'adisa traveled back to La Noscea, they found that life without a tribe was more difficult than previously imagined. While J'adaeza was a fair enough hunter, she was poor at every other practical application. Her rebellion became her own punishment, as her sister and her struggled to feed themselves or find proper campsites. There were many close calls to unsavory sorts and rabid beastmen, and J'adaeza gathered many colorful stories about swiping equipment from unsuspecting travelers.<br />
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:: During such a colorful tale, she managed to cross paths with the wrong sort of folk. The story involved behind to why, and how the events unfolded, tends to change with each evolution of the story in present day; suggesting a reluctance to admit why or perhaps even a true confusion as to its truth. But what she does always tell, and seem to recall accurately, is the mutilation of her back. Tossed into the sea of Vylbrand, she nearly drowned. Miracle of miracles, she survived. Washed upon the beach with her back quickly growing an infection. Time for her at this point grew wildly inconsistent. A fever over-took her and she wandered in search of shelter or help. Her body was dying, already weak from her time in the water and what she was certain had been her death. Now, she was experiencing the agony of dying all over again.<br />
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:: Here is where [[Vilsewaen Steinhoh]] rescued the dying miqo'te. She had no idea, for a long time, that she was even in the care of anyone. He tended to her in one of his camps in the lowlands of Vylbrand until she recovered enough to become lucid and aware of her situation. They spoke, and while she was still too weak to move did tell him of her sister and where their campsite had been before her near-fatal accident. J'adisa came immediately and helped Vilsewaen tend to J'adaeza. He spoke strangely, but treated them kindly, and offered more than enough hospitality that they felt comfortable staying at his side.<br />
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====<div style="padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Rebirth</div>====<br />
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:: Though the two half-sisters did not intend to stay with Vilsewaen long, his proficiency of living alone was more than they had. When he offered to teach them, they ended up agreeing. Thus it was that the two came under his tutelage, and the tutelage became something more. His patience and lack of social skills were precisely the right combination of dry and kind that the two bonded with. So when Vilsewaen, the wandering hermit that he is, said he was climbing higher to the La Noscean mountains he took J'adaeza and J'adisa with him.<br />
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:: There is where J'adaeza's birth into Staelufre became apparent. Though she may had been on the physical brink of death before, with Vilsewaen's help she finally accepted that she will never again be part of a tribe. And as the hermit accepted these two lost girls into his care, he gave to them his traditions and philosophies as well. So J'adaeza and J'adisa came to be known, respectively, as Staelufre Lysmerl and Siehrova Brynstymm. The women were encouraged to be free and study whatever pursuit came to their heart, while their new father ensured their welfare and ability to look after themselves. So they developed into two opposites. Where Staelufre was wild, Siehrova was patient: Where Staelufre learned and strengthened her body, Siehrova was curious and expanded her mind. The two were dawn and dusk, and they both loved Vilsewaen as if he were the sky itself.<br />
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:: The three were very happy for a long time. As was his nature, Vilsewaen would often leave the two to wander. Even attached to others, he was still a hermit at heart. But Staelufre and Siehrova did not seem to mind. Their growth became exponential as they explored the mountains of La Noscea, alone and away from any civilization. The two bonded until their differences expanded and then compounded, both taking pieces of each other until neither were sure which one began and the other ended. These are the happiest memories to Staelufre, with her ever-present sister and her wayward father. Each so dear to her that she would have rather died than be left without them in the world.<br />
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:: Eventually Staelufre and Siehrova left La Noscea. Vilsewaen went with them as far as the Shroud, and from there they wandered to Coerthas. The cold weather did not suit Siehrova, but the stars fascinated her sister. Staelufre had always been fascinated by stars and their clarity in these northern grounds stole her heart away. They wandered wherever they wished, though often returned to their "home" in the mountains.<br />
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====<div style="padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">The Calamity</div>====<br />
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:: About four years before the Calamity fell, Vilsewaen took in another rogue soul. While Staelufre isn't sure where the old man found [[Renee Becquerel]] - who was then Renaud - he certainly came to become a large figurehead for the elezen. The then-named Wakkeyha Syngronn became Vilsewaen's apprentice. This excited the first time Staelufre ever felt jealousy in another person. She had always thought of her father as belonging to their family, and here was an interloper to steal Vilsewaen's time and ideals away from their already precious moments. It frustrated her, and she harbored equal envy that Renee had the Echo while she did not. So when the Garlean forces threatened their doorstep and Renee announced her leave, Staelufre was overjoyed... until Vilsewaen announced he was leaving as well.<br />
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:: She remained in the mountains of La Noscea until after Dalamud hit. Then she waited longer for Vilsewaen to return. Eventually, she became too anxious and left - parting with Siehrova for the first time in years. She traveled, seeing the cruelty and savagery that was brought on with total desolation. While uninterested in helping cities to rebuild and regrow, she did know that her skills as a hunter would do many well. So Staelufre took up many odd jobs, expanding her skills and honing her ability as a hunter to be met by the need and demand of others.<br />
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:: This continued until the ships were rebuilt and the island reconnected to the rest of Eorzea. Then Staelufre left, wanderlust unable to be sated. She continued to work as a hunter for hire for a small time, building a thin and unimportant network of people who knew her by face if not by name. She abandoned it, however, when Revenant's Toll was being formed. Instead she returned to Siehrova and two journeyed there, to a place where Siehrova's genius and thirsty for knowledge could be met on a frontier that would also excite her more than any dusty library. For a time, Staelufre remained in Mor Dhona withe her sister. She did little other than wander and explore, doting upon her other half until such time that she became too thirsty for the hunt again.<br />
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====<div style="padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Present</div>====<br />
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:: So she left. She regathered her structure of hunting for meager favors or bits of gil, for things that she could not make or find herself in the wild. This was when she came to find, from Vilsewaen, that the long-left apprentice Renee Becquerel had started a Free Company. While the name the Coral Sea was appeasing to her, what truly interested her was the name of their home. It was named in her honor, supposedly, and while her desire to be free and away from any form of civilization was strong... the compulsion to see such a strange thing was stronger. So Staelufre wandered for her first time into the Mist, and quickly became lost.<br />
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:: This was where she met [[L'aenoh Tia]]. Through a quick spiral of events, he introduced her to many others of the Coral Sea. Their relationship becoming something strong, she remained near to the Mist - begrudgingly - to also remain near him. Her first impression of the people was unpleasant. They commonly referred to her as "Zhen's replacement" or "stray", and it happened so often and with so much repetition she accepted it as the views of all those who lived within walls. Dejected and hurt by their actions and calloused attitudes, Staelufre withdrew even further from any want to be apart of the Coral Sea or its people.<br />
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:: It took much convincing and debate before L'aenoh was able to get Staelufre to join the Coral Sea's roster. She still argues that she's not properly a member. In her eyes, she has never been fully socially accepted. Yet she is officially documented in their applications, so is technically a member. Being with the Coral Sea has expanded those she met, as well, to most everyone that she currently knows. While she disappears for long times to hunt or do whatever else she wishes, she does commonly return to the Free Company house either for its luxuries or its company.<br />
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:: Even more recent, she's been traveling to the Goblet on a frequenct basis. There is a select few of people who have caught her interest, and that she's certain hold answers they may not be sure that they have. As ever, she has a habit of finding ill fortune and then diving into it even deeper.<br />
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===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #EB9F9F;font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Miscellaneous</div>===<br />
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* She has a habit of naming people, and will eagerly explain the names she's given and their meaning to great detail.<br />
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* Her favorite food is cake. Specifically rolanberry and chocolate flavored.<br />
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* Odds are, if someone's in good standing with her, she will do almost anything that they request of her.<br />
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* If you give her sweets, expect her to always look to you for more. (Don't feed stray cats, kids!)<br />
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''Some of these rumors are untrue or are greatly exaggerated. Please feel free to add your own rumors under PC!''<br />
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<div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #90AB76;">◢ Common and easily overheard, use freely</div></b><br />
: <font style="color:#90AB76;" size="3">■</font> "She's odd. Doesn't speak well, and ran off soon as she got her booze. At least she paid," <i>Merchant at Aleport</i><br />
: <font style="color:#90AB76;" size="3">■</font> "Ah, aye, I know 'er. Got charged with poaching once. I remember, 'cause next day we found a couple of Redbellies hangin' from the trees not far off the road. Took forever to get 'em down," <i>Woodwailer in Central Shroud</i><br />
: <font style="color:#90AB76;" size="3">■</font> "Yeah, she comes through here often. Sometimes she doesn't have gil and ends up having to barter pieces of jewelry. Her boyfriend or husband or someone always comes around a day or two later to buy the jewelry back," <i>Ferryman at Vesper Bay</i><br />
: <font style="color:#90AB76;" size="3">■</font> "Sometimes she stops here, but never to take a chocobo. Avoids the damn things like the plague," <i>Any Choco-keep in the Sanctuaries</i><br />
: <font style="color:#90AB76;" size="3">■</font> "I keep telling her: No fishing in the ponds! You know what, when you find her, tell her that for me!" <i>Frustrated Added in Lavender Beds</i><br />
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<b><div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #F37E1D;">◢ Moderately difficult to overhear, use sparingly or ask first</div></b><br />
: <font style="color:#F37E1D;" size="3">■</font> "She's a poor thing. Sometimes she likes to soak in the waters here before she goes to trade over by the Wanderer's Palace. Her back is just a travesty for something so cute," <i>Worker at Camp Bronze Lake</i><br />
: <font style="color:#F37E1D;" size="3">■</font> "You know, it's funny, I saw 'er 'round 'ere a lot. Just hangin' out, talkin' to th' farmers. Then up an' disappears. Ain't seen 'er since," <i>Farmer at Summerford Farms</i><br />
: <font style="color:#F37E1D;" size="3">■</font> "Ah, yeah, I've seen her. Well, heard is more like... Those two cats are damned loud..." <i>Grimacing Yellowjacket Who Works Near the Eyes</i><br />
: <font style="color:#F37E1D;" size="3">■</font> "That pink one? She comes in about once a moon to buy some cake. Real skittish, but always tips well!" <i>Chef in the Bismark</i><br />
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<b><div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #D83018;">◢ Very difficult or rarely overheard, ask before using</div></b><br />
: <font style="color:#D83018;" size="3">■</font> "I don't know why, but sometimes she leaves offerings at Thal's Shrine. Won't speak to anyone, either. Just walks in and spends a few bells in silence only to leave," <i>Brass Blade on Highbridge</i><br />
: <font style="color:#D83018;" size="3">■</font> "Is the damnest thing. She looks just like one of my tribe sisters... But I could have sworn her dead," <i>Hard-working Tia in Wineport</i><br />
: <font style="color:#D83018;" size="3">■</font> "I know the name. Commissioned some unique weapons. All pretty confidential, I'm afraid," <i>Blacksmith in Limsa Lominsa</i><br />
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<b><div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #aac5b4;">◢ Rumors from the character's of other players</div></b><br />
: <font style="color:#aac5b4;" size="3">■</font> "Arcane magic around her? Forget about it. She's like... Way too angry about something involving it," <i>Harper Brightwind</i><br />
: <font style="color:#aac5b4;" size="3">■</font> "I'm fairly certain she has little to no respect for the dead. Or for the living. Or any value for life itself given how quick she treats folk. And I'm pretty sure she doesn't know anything about privacy or secrets. Ever. Journals included," <i>Chaska Dakwhil</i><br />
: <font style="color:#aac5b4;" size="3">■</font> "The pink one? She's absolutely terrified of me for some reason or another. Poor dear. I believe someone asked me if I might be there to take her away or something of the like. I am not quite sure why since we have never really met," <i>J'nangho Jhimei</i><br />
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: <center><font style="color:#000000;" size="3">♥</font> Physical Attraction <font style="color:#F02311;" size="3">♥</font> Romantic Desire <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font> Platonic Love</center> <br />
: <center><font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> Good Standing <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> Neutral <font style="color:#C24640;" size="3">●</font> Poor Standing</center><br />
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: <font style="color:#F02311;" size="3">♥</font> <font style="color:#000000;" size="3">♥</font> [[L'aenoh Tia]]: "Ganzjaega Riklifaeld" : A man she met in the Mist. Their beginnings were rather rough, though both held an attraction for the other since the moment they met. After some struggle with a rather cruel Keeper named Hnaba, they came together and bonded in a way neither expected. Ever since, the two have been inseparable. Staelufre has come to love him in true. She has no plans to deviate from his side, and goes to great lengths to ensure his safety.<br />
: <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font> [[Vilsewaen Steinhoh]]: Her father, her mentor, her brother. He is the person Staelufre respects the most in her life, and strives to be like. It is a constant disappointment to her that she cannot follow in his footsteps, or become precisely alike him. Almost everything she does is to give him pride and prove herself worthy in his eyes.<br />
: <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font> [[Siehrova Brynstymm]]: Her sister. Staelufre is wildly protective of her intelligent and kind kin. Their shared history has forged their bond into something that is unbreakable. She values Siehrova for her intelligence and quick wit, and admires her for being able to do so many things that she cannot even conceive possible. While her sister works on various projects in Mor Dhona, almost always consisting of magitek, Staelufre makes sure to provide her sister with every comfort and need she could ask for.<br />
: <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font> [[Renaud Becquerel]]: "Wakkeyha Syngronn" : Her brother, her rival. He is the apprentice of her father and his natural affinity to truth and ownership of the Echo has made Wakkeyha the favorite of Vilsewaen. In this, Staelufre is constantly jealous of him and irritated of his natural prowess with mysticism. She sees in him all the things she wishes she can be, and he is blissfully ignorant of such facts. His fawning and doting over Staelufre as his own sister only makes her feel guilty of this, and oddly endeared to the man she names brother.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Jancis Milburga]]: "Solkeim Brynroega" : Her friend. Jancis and she first met through L'aenoh, and the healer has proved nothing but kind and stalwart. Even in the heat of battle or its gross after-effects, the woman never seems to waver. Even in the grossest of situations, Jancis is a shining beacon for her to orient herself. Staelufre remains loyal to her, and has never had cause to question this. She plans to ever be.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Ja'ren A'lenthin]]: "Arengybet Haerzhylt" : Their relationship begun on a rocky note. Miscommunication and estranged feelings made the two incapable of seeing eye-to-eye at first. Yet, when entrusting Ja'ren with a mysterious Void artefact, the two began a strange journey that solidified their friendship. Unexpected circumstances brought them even closer, and Ja'ren teaches her much of her magick and control over it. She ever admired Ja'ren, though also finds him foolish at times.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Tiergan Vashir]]: "Wynztier Eifaufre" : A recent friend to Staelufre, but a strong one. Originally a strange man, she became endeared to him after a long talk about the Lotus. Some of his earnest personality began to shine, and with it Staelufre saw someone of noble heart. She has since followed him throughout much of Eorzea on bizarre adventures to save friends or return them home. Every time they speak, she finds her respect for him growing. And also a sister-like desire to scold him for so often succumbing to his emotions.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Zaius Rhal'seer]]: "Doenruht Formnwust" : Staelufre's teacher. After Zaius insulted her mate by beating him in battle and tying him to a bed, she sought Zaius out to seek revenge. With original intentions of killing him, she was instead impressed by his technique and strength. After agreeing to teach her, and a couple lessons, she's come to trust the Keeper entirely. He shows to her an amount of care and yet willingness to let her learn. Because of that, she gives him an amount of blind faith many would advise against.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Teld're Eska'aldren]]: "Myrganais Gesprheti" : The seer, as she called him, is a strange and recent friend. He is mercurial and ever-shifting. In just one sun, she saw many sides to the man and is fascinated by each of them. She doesn't quite understand why, but some how Teld're has already earned her trust. Not only this, but she's begun to learn of a mystery that invokes her unyielding curiosity.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font><font style="color:#000000;" size="3">♥</font> [[Telos]]: "Guolstyrm Grymhoh" : Someone who holds the answers to many of her questions. He's treated her fairly, and kindly, and for this she holds to him a sense of loyalty. There's something that makes others frightened of him, however, so she is subtly wary of what his presence can bring. She also has an irrational and utterly dorky schoolgirl crush on him.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[J'azhar Tia]]: Introduced to her through Sylas, the young member of Jackal tribe was originally supposed to be a source of information. He quickly charmed her not only with a sense of his kindness for their mutual friends, but also his innocent manner of speech. They spoke of not only the more grim things, but also of lighter topics that soon left her laughing and delighted. It seems their friend circles have merged, for which Staelufre is only thankful, as she's ultimately fond of J'azhar's fretting and warm personality.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Leanne Delphium]]: The appointed "best friend". After having scolded Staelufre on ill social behavior, L'aenoh assigned the two of them to be friends from then on out. It's been somewhat uncertain ground, but the hat-clad woman is such a different presence that Staelufre help but agree she's fine friend material. Much is unknown about Leanne, though she manages to keep amusing Staelufre.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Faolan Woodlock]]: "Nezelcwin" : A man she hardly knows. He smells of campfire smoke and forests. This initial impression leads Staelufre to wanting to know more. After recent events that led her to witness Faolan's way of healing, and the knowledge he witnessed Dhemgeim's death, she's only more intent on prying beneath that mask of his.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[R'sass Thras]]: Her student. A young miqo'te whose tribe has disbanded, she was intent on learning to hunt. The reverence Sass has for her is baffling and, as she believes it, misguided. But it is still a pleasant and entertaining thing to teach another her methods of hunting.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[R'ostam Tia]]: Relative to R'sass, Staelufre finds him hot-headed and brash. His silent behavior, she knows, is entirely a front for a confused and conflicted young man. She hopes to teach him a little of fighting, though also knows that she is by far the least capable of giving him what he needs to know to make a better life outside the tribe.<br />
: <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> [[Memeli Meli]]: "Toffvann" : A powerful lalafell and magnificent braggart. She holds little respect for this person, but does recognize in her the potential to do much. They haven't shared much but in passing, though Memeli's ability to find trouble and also find her way out is always worthy of admiration.<br />
: <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> [[Finecia Hawke]]: "Blahntrachyn" : A peculiar hyur. Staelufre does not trust Finecia in the way she would never fully trust a dragon. Though she wears her past plainly, there is always an uncertainty to what happening in Finecia's mind. She is, at least, a reliable healer.<br />
: <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> [[R'lexia Thras]]: "Lihtleita" : A quiet miqo'te who has not revealed much about herself. While she is Finecia's mate, Staelufre is not yet sure of Lexia's mettle. She seems determined, but there is a weakness and hesitance in her actions that makes Staelufre wonder.<br />
: <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> [[Chaska Dakwhil]]: "Tenkoeya" : Ja'ren's mate and a person Staelufre always wonders about. While mute, her wisdom and cunning is unprecedented. Or because it is because of her inability to talk that Chaska has a way of thinking unparalleled. Either way, Staelufre owes deep respect to Chaska, though knows the two of them are unlikely to ever become friends.<br />
: <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> [[Franz Renatus]]: "Iyrnfystsyn" : After having dealt with an unpleasant elezen, the two came to a mutual understanding. She does not truly wonder after the man, but does at times wonder at his strength. He has, at the very least, the presence enough for her to take his word as truth.<br />
: <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> [[Oscare Iono]]: "Blanabrenn" : Another she knows to be a Garlean. She does not particularly care for this dark-skinned hyur, but he has never done anything to upset her either. At best, she knows him as Jancis' friend.<br />
: <font style="color:#C24640;" size="3">●</font> [[Tausenadel Geispyrsyn]]: "Wybhaerz" : An officer of the Coral Sea. Upon their first meeting, he seemed kind enough, though at their second and every meeting after, he insists on calling her "Stray". Staelufre has expressed her displeasure with this sentiment, and refuses to forgive him for being unable to listen to her or respect her.<br />
: <font style="color:#C24640;" size="3">●</font> [[Sigurd Rainecourt]]: "Bremlohr" : A pitiful little hyur. His weakness makes her dislike and distaste for him very obvious. She thinks that it is a shame, for he has many strong allies, but will never reach to such heights himself.<br />
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===<div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #EB9F9F;font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Footnotes</div>===<br />
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: Tumblr: http://stillshore.tumblr.com<br />
: Voiceclaim: [http://youtu.be/TpUP0jjicqY You Are the Moon - The Hush Sound]<br />
: Theme Music: [http://youtu.be/VKrYOUhOeaI Hope in the Air - Laura Marling]<br />
: Theme Music: [http://youtu.be/6k8es2BNloE Little Black Submarines - The Black Keys]<br />
: Theme Music: [http://youtu.be/TybeFBV7awc Upside Down - Paloma Faith]<br />
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: Template by [[Bancroft Gairn]]</div>Dhemgeimhttps://wiki.ffxiv-roleplayers.com/index.php?title=Staelufre_Lysmerl&diff=76381Staelufre Lysmerl2015-02-20T02:26:36Z<p>Dhemgeim: </p>
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{{Infobox-character<br />
| name = Staelufre Lysmerl<br />
| image = Staewikiprofile.png<br />
| imagewidth = 250<br />
| caption = "May prey find your path."<br />
| gender = Female<br />
| citizenship = N/A<br />
| race = Miqo'te<br />
| clan = Seeker of the Sun<br />
| stat_1 = Age<br />
| stat_1_value = Mid-twenties<br />
| stat_2 = Sexuality<br />
| stat_2_value = Heterosexual<br />
| stat_3 = Occupation<br />
| stat_3_value = Hunter<br />
| stat_4 = Height/Weight<br />
| stat_4_value = 5 fulms, 0 ilms / 110 ponze<br />
| stat_5 = Diety <br />
| stat_5_value = Halone, the Fury<br />
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'''Staelufre Lysmerl''' (pronounced /stail-OU-frey LEES-mar-ill/) was born on 10th Sun of the 5th Umbral Era (October 10th). Her name means "Still Shore of the Bright Sea". She is a miqo'te who was born to one of the vagrant Jackal tribes in La Noscea, wandering through much of Eorzea with them during her childhood. She has kept the affinity to remaining in the wilderness over any form of civilization to this day, and has a very odd way of speaking.<br />
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===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #EB9F9F;font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Basic Info</div>===<br />
Not everyone can understand or relate to Staelufre. This is, at times, exceedingly frustrating to her. She speaks with a parlance that was invented and perfected by a hermit, and thus the mannerisms she uses are very foreign and often leading to misunderstanding. She has, however, been getting lessons on how to speak easier and has begun to become acquainted with a more common cant. Only adding to her oddities, she will avoid cities at a very unreasonable rate. At times, she also forgoes the comfort of houses and chooses to disappear into the wilderness for suns at a time. She prefers alcohol and fighting to any sort of minimal comfort, and excels in agility over brute strength or magick. Because Staelufre is terrible at remembering names, she often gives people her own "nicknames" derived from the roegadyn language.<br />
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:<small>''"He is prey; weak, frightened and unable to fight his way free. He becomes terrified and runs into the briars, then complains when they get caught in his fur. Such rabbits do not deserve pity, or mercy."''<br />
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:''"Oft, you are taken by the deep and churning tides. As they pull you below, to tumble you about, you must not fight. The sea is as nourishing as she is treacherous."''<br />
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:''"I find no small comfort in the shores of my kin. The apprentice and his bannermen honor me with mine namesake, but it is ever the freedom of the sea that I give myself to."''</small><br />
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<div style="padding:10px 35px;background: #F7A29E;font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;"><center>''Likes''</center></div></h3><br />
: <font style="color:#F7A29E;" size="3">■</font> Outdoors<br />
: <font style="color:#F7A29E;" size="3">■</font> Sweets<br />
: <font style="color:#F7A29E;" size="3">■</font> Knives<br />
: <font style="color:#F7A29E;" size="3">■</font> Pink<br />
: <font style="color:#F7A29E;" size="3">■</font> Fighting<br />
: <font style="color:#F7A29E;" size="3">■</font> Dresses<br />
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<div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #F3C6B9;font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;"><center>''Dislikes''</center></div></span></h3><br />
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: <font style="color:#F3C6B9;" size="3">■</font> Crowds (and similarly loud noises)<br />
: <font style="color:#F3C6B9;" size="3">■</font> Cowardice<br />
: <font style="color:#F3C6B9;" size="3">■</font> Cities / tribes<br />
: <font style="color:#F3C6B9;" size="3">■</font> Authority<br />
: <font style="color:#F3C6B9;" size="3">■</font> Extravagance<br />
: <font style="color:#F3C6B9;" size="3">■</font> Loneliness<br />
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<div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #FAEDDF;font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;"><center>''Skills''</center></div></span></h3><br />
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: <font style="color:#FAEDDF;" size="3">■</font> Perceptive to truer intentions<br />
: <font style="color:#FAEDDF;" size="3">■</font> Hunting<br />
: <font style="color:#FAEDDF;" size="3">■</font> Endurance or agility exercises<br />
: <font style="color:#FAEDDF;" size="3">■</font> Whittling<br />
: <font style="color:#FAEDDF;" size="3">■</font> Going, or remaining, largely unseen<br />
: <font style="color:#FAEDDF;" size="3">■</font> Singing<br />
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===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #EB9F9F;font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Appearance & Personality</div>===<br />
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: Staelufre cuts a slight figure, but nothing about her short stature is wasted. She is muscled and athletic in build, though short. Her skin is tanned and golden in complexion from both heritage and a great many days in the sun. With naturally pink hair and tail, though neither accept to being tried to tame. Her hair is fluffy and wild, and so often cut short or bound down by clips. Usually, after hunting, it's also caked in mud. Even more stunning than a girl with pink hair are her gold eyes. They glare at most of the world from behind long lashes, sharp and stripping. Even with the round face and fat, up-turned nose, the gentleness of her face is ruined by such intruding eyes.<br />
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: In almost all situations Staelufre's garbed lightly, wearing little more armor than leather. If there's any metal to her outfit, it is to reinforce weak points such as her shins or forearms. Never does Staelufre show her back, as across it is an uneven and encompassing scar that stretches from shoulders to lower back. More scars mar her arms and hands, though she also commonly wears gloves. Staelufre never goes anywhere without at least a knife, either hidden or plain, and cannot stand to equally part comfortable realms without her most precious ring.<br />
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: Staelufre most often stands slouched or with arms crossed, especially when in the presence of others. In crowds she is withdrawn, quiet and in corners. Anything more than five or six others and Staelufre simply tends to leave. She does not, under many circumstances, go into cities or crowded areas. She fears large numbers of people after being so withdrawn from civilization. It is to a point where she resents and hates any form of building or city, even at times preaching against the luxury of society. While she believes her words, she does also enjoy the luxuries that homes can provide. Beds and showers are much better than roots and cold lakes.<br />
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: In one word, a sum of her personality would be paradox. She is innocent and violent, both a hunter and likewise utterly feminine. She is harsh in her truths, and warm in her lies. Staelufre is both wise when it comes to others, and utterly ignorant in how to interact with them. Introspective, yet starved for friendship. Should anyone offer her kindness, she will eagerly drink it up and follow at their heels thereafter. Being alone for so long has both driven her to want freedom and to equally want camaraderie. <br />
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: One thing that is less fluid and contrary is her perspective on other people. People are either weak or strong, prey or hunters. Those who are prey she pities and sees no value in. Those who are hunters, she respects. Respect does not always mean Staelufre likes or trust them, however. After spending so long in the wild, she knows very well how to discern who is stronger and how to avoid confrontation. Unfortunately, she also strives to better herself at nearly every turn, so often has a deliberate cause and wish to throw herself into unfair situations just to come out stronger. This often makes her come across as rash, when the acts are in fact deliberate and she's always keenly aware of the very real danger of dying.<br />
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: If in situations when speaking to an individual person she trusts, Staelufre's personality truly shines through. Her words are eloquent and well-chosen, her loyalty is unbearably strong, and her optimism unyielding. She gives advice as best she can and admits ignorance when she cannot. Pride does, at times, keep her from asking for help when she needs it. When speaking to an individual that Staelufre dislikes, she becomes guarded and calloused. Her words are gated, capable of meaning anything, and her lies are so smooth it's impossible to tell them from the half-true metaphors. Her ability to command her emotions in front of those who she deems weaker is impressive, as is her capability of detaching value to their life. Those who are weak, in her opinion, are better off dead. Should Staelufre be speaking, however, individually with a person she doesn't yet know well, she'll always regard them in the way she would regard a new hunting territory. Assessing their weaknesses and prying for strengths, seeking the balance of their personality to determine whether or not they are worth her time.<br />
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===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #EB9F9F;font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Combat</div>===<br />
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: Staelufre does not fight other people very well. She is more akin to the hunt, to employing stealth and surprise, than to fighting others one-on-one. The thrill of battle still runs hot through her, however, and she always enjoys a good fight. Even if it means getting beaten black and blue, she'll take on an opponent if nothing more than for the experience of it. Because of her inexperience in direct combat, she relies mostly on her larger skills. This would be agility and speed. Not getting hit is the biggest name of her game, and while she can take a couple blows they wear her down quickly. Training for combat is not much in hefting weapons and striking dummies. She trains for flexibility and endurance. Running, stretching, climbing; unorthodox things that keep her body in shape but often don't translate into direct physical combat.<br />
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: Primarily, to defeat an opponent, Staelufre uses daggers. She looks for openings in armor first, and exploits any vulnerable spots. Due to being spry and nimble, reaching odd places isn't very difficult. What is difficult is getting close enough to cut without getting hit. So after a few slashes, Staelufre tends to back off and exhaust her opponent by letting them bleed out. To opponents she aims to kill rather than simply defeat, she usually aims for the neck or their gut. Blood is not something the miqo'te is shy of. If she aims to kill as well, it is even less likely that Staelufre will approach an opponent directly.<br />
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===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #EB9F9F;font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Biography</div>===<br />
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=====<div style="padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Tribal Years</div>=====<br />
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:: Born daughter of J'tyraka Nuhn in the jungles of La Noscea as J'adaeza, she had a relatively blissful childhood. Their tribe was exceedingly small, no more than forty people at once, and strictly nomadic. Primarily they traveled through La Noscea, but in her lifetime did build small crafts to carry them across the waters to find new hunting grounds in the Black Shroud. Because of the fact they were so small, it was required for every member of the tribe to be trained and responsible for many aspects of the community. From small things such as building fires, or to larger things such as teaching the children. It was expected, in her tribe, for men and women to both be able to hunt as well as mend wounds.<br />
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:: As with all the other children, being trained to be a productive member of the tribe begun as soon as infancy ended. Her life was relatively easy, for all that a nomadic tribal life could be. She did not excel very well when it came to cooking or skinning creatures. She did not have much patience to learn to stitch clothes back together, and was often scolded for playing too roughly with the other children. Yet one day, she was brought to her mother's tent and given a choice of weaponry. This would be the weapon she would wield for the rest of her life in the tribe, trained in it until it became as much part of her as a limb. Only then would she be allowed to hunt. J'adaeza chose a spear, which was too large for her scrawny form, but stubbornly kept to it.<br />
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:: To those of younger ages, one of the more experienced Tias became their teacher. He taught them how to use the weapons they chose, in a strict yet not unkind manner. J'adaeza at this time was awful with the spear. She commonly dropped it, or was much too loud when carrying it around. She was scolded almost constantly, given extra exercises to learn her weapon better, and not allowed to return to the fires until she finished them. It was punishing, but also rewarding. So early in age, she didn't become bitter by the experience, but instead elevated to enjoy the push of her body. To wield the spear was not a natural thing to the tiny pink-haired girl, but she progressed and became decent at it. Once proficient enough, the Tia then began to train her in hunting tactics and strategies. How to step quietly and place traps, the knowledge of sensing danger and so forth.<br />
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:: At ten, as is traditional in her tribe, J'adaeza was taken on her first hunting trip. She was not permitted to strike at any creatures or wander on her own. She stuck closely to the side of one of the mature hunters, and while much of what she learned was applied, she found she had much more to learn. The thrill of the hunt sunk quickly and deeply in her heart, however, and it soon took her over. She became obsessed with hunting, and decided after but a few meager years of training to dedicate her life to it.<br />
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:: This went against her tribe's custom, however. When J'adaeza's more relaxed chores and duties began to wane in favor to her hunting, she was taken aside and spoken to. At first, they only expressed concerned. Then, when she ignored their words and abandoned her other disciplines in arrogant need for the sport, they began to punish her in true. As an adolescent who, as pre-teens tend to be, was absolutely certain she knew what was best for her, J'azaeda rebelled against the obedience they demanded from her. This was not an uncommon thing at her age, even in the tribe, but it was still disruptive to a community so small. She was frustratingly single-minded and stuck to it. So one evening, after a particularly bad spat with her aunt, she decided to leave the tribe.<br />
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:: Leaving itself wasn't terribly traumatic to J'adaeza. The tribe, at the time, was on a particularly wealthy streak in the Shroud. She took a sufficient amount of foodstuffs and her spear, and set off at the opposite direction. It was liberating, for a while, until she found that one of her half-sisters trailing slowly after her. Having heard of J'adaeza's leaving, J'adisa had soon departed for her own reasoning. Guilt and familial obligation forced her to look over this other girl, who had no skill in hunting or fighting.<br />
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:: While J'adaeza and J'adisa traveled back to La Noscea, they found that life without a tribe was more difficult than previously imagined. While J'adaeza was a fair enough hunter, she was poor at every other practical application. Her rebellion became her own punishment, as her sister and her struggled to feed themselves or find proper campsites. There were many close calls to unsavory sorts and rabid beastmen, and J'adaeza gathered many colorful stories about swiping equipment from unsuspecting travelers.<br />
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:: During such a colorful tale, she managed to cross paths with the wrong sort of folk. The story involved behind to why, and how the events unfolded, tends to change with each evolution of the story in present day; suggesting a reluctance to admit why or perhaps even a true confusion as to its truth. But what she does always tell, and seem to recall accurately, is the mutilation of her back. Tossed into the sea of Vylbrand, she nearly drowned. Miracle of miracles, she survived. Washed upon the beach with her back quickly growing an infection. Time for her at this point grew wildly inconsistent. A fever over-took her and she wandered in search of shelter or help. Her body was dying, already weak from her time in the water and what she was certain had been her death. Now, she was experiencing the agony of dying all over again.<br />
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:: Here is where [[Vilsewaen Steinhoh]] rescued the dying miqo'te. She had no idea, for a long time, that she was even in the care of anyone. He tended to her in one of his camps in the lowlands of Vylbrand until she recovered enough to become lucid and aware of her situation. They spoke, and while she was still too weak to move did tell him of her sister and where their campsite had been before her near-fatal accident. J'adisa came immediately and helped Vilsewaen tend to J'adaeza. He spoke strangely, but treated them kindly, and offered more than enough hospitality that they felt comfortable staying at his side.<br />
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====<div style="padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Rebirth</div>====<br />
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:: Though the two half-sisters did not intend to stay with Vilsewaen long, his proficiency of living alone was more than they had. When he offered to teach them, they ended up agreeing. Thus it was that the two came under his tutelage, and the tutelage became something more. His patience and lack of social skills were precisely the right combination of dry and kind that the two bonded with. So when Vilsewaen, the wandering hermit that he is, said he was climbing higher to the La Noscean mountains he took J'adaeza and J'adisa with him.<br />
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:: There is where J'adaeza's birth into Staelufre became apparent. Though she may had been on the physical brink of death before, with Vilsewaen's help she finally accepted that she will never again be part of a tribe. And as the hermit accepted these two lost girls into his care, he gave to them his traditions and philosophies as well. So J'adaeza and J'adisa came to be known, respectively, as Staelufre Lysmerl and Siehrova Brynstymm. The women were encouraged to be free and study whatever pursuit came to their heart, while their new father ensured their welfare and ability to look after themselves. So they developed into two opposites. Where Staelufre was wild, Siehrova was patient: Where Staelufre learned and strengthened her body, Siehrova was curious and expanded her mind. The two were dawn and dusk, and they both loved Vilsewaen as if he were the sky itself.<br />
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:: The three were very happy for a long time. As was his nature, Vilsewaen would often leave the two to wander. Even attached to others, he was still a hermit at heart. But Staelufre and Siehrova did not seem to mind. Their growth became exponential as they explored the mountains of La Noscea, alone and away from any civilization. The two bonded until their differences expanded and then compounded, both taking pieces of each other until neither were sure which one began and the other ended. These are the happiest memories to Staelufre, with her ever-present sister and her wayward father. Each so dear to her that she would have rather died than be left without them in the world.<br />
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:: Eventually Staelufre and Siehrova left La Noscea. Vilsewaen went with them as far as the Shroud, and from there they wandered to Coerthas. The cold weather did not suit Siehrova, but the stars fascinated her sister. Staelufre had always been fascinated by stars and their clarity in these northern grounds stole her heart away. They wandered wherever they wished, though often returned to their "home" in the mountains.<br />
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====<div style="padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">The Calamity</div>====<br />
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:: About four years before the Calamity fell, Vilsewaen took in another rogue soul. While Staelufre isn't sure where the old man found [[Renee Becquerel]] - who was then Renaud - he certainly came to become a large figurehead for the elezen. The then-named Wakkeyha Syngronn became Vilsewaen's apprentice. This excited the first time Staelufre ever felt jealousy in another person. She had always thought of her father as belonging to their family, and here was an interloper to steal Vilsewaen's time and ideals away from their already precious moments. It frustrated her, and she harbored equal envy that Renee had the Echo while she did not. So when the Garlean forces threatened their doorstep and Renee announced her leave, Staelufre was overjoyed... until Vilsewaen announced he was leaving as well.<br />
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:: She remained in the mountains of La Noscea until after Dalamud hit. Then she waited longer for Vilsewaen to return. Eventually, she became too anxious and left - parting with Siehrova for the first time in years. She traveled, seeing the cruelty and savagery that was brought on with total desolation. While uninterested in helping cities to rebuild and regrow, she did know that her skills as a hunter would do many well. So Staelufre took up many odd jobs, expanding her skills and honing her ability as a hunter to be met by the need and demand of others.<br />
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:: This continued until the ships were rebuilt and the island reconnected to the rest of Eorzea. Then Staelufre left, wanderlust unable to be sated. She continued to work as a hunter for hire for a small time, building a thin and unimportant network of people who knew her by face if not by name. She abandoned it, however, when Revenant's Toll was being formed. Instead she returned to Siehrova and two journeyed there, to a place where Siehrova's genius and thirsty for knowledge could be met on a frontier that would also excite her more than any dusty library. For a time, Staelufre remained in Mor Dhona withe her sister. She did little other than wander and explore, doting upon her other half until such time that she became too thirsty for the hunt again.<br />
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====<div style="padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Present</div>====<br />
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:: So she left. She regathered her structure of hunting for meager favors or bits of gil, for things that she could not make or find herself in the wild. This was when she came to find, from Vilsewaen, that the long-left apprentice Renee Becquerel had started a Free Company. While the name the Coral Sea was appeasing to her, what truly interested her was the name of their home. It was named in her honor, supposedly, and while her desire to be free and away from any form of civilization was strong... the compulsion to see such a strange thing was stronger. So Staelufre wandered for her first time into the Mist, and quickly became lost.<br />
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:: This was where she met [[L'aenoh Tia]]. Through a quick spiral of events, he introduced her to many others of the Coral Sea. Their relationship becoming something strong, she remained near to the Mist - begrudgingly - to also remain near him. Her first impression of the people was unpleasant. They commonly referred to her as "Zhen's replacement" or "stray", and it happened so often and with so much repetition she accepted it as the views of all those who lived within walls. Dejected and hurt by their actions and calloused attitudes, Staelufre withdrew even further from any want to be apart of the Coral Sea or its people.<br />
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:: It took much convincing and debate before L'aenoh was able to get Staelufre to join the Coral Sea's roster. She still argues that she's not properly a member. In her eyes, she has never been fully socially accepted. Yet she is officially documented in their applications, so is technically a member. Being with the Coral Sea has expanded those she met, as well, to most everyone that she currently knows. While she disappears for long times to hunt or do whatever else she wishes, she does commonly return to the Free Company house either for its luxuries or its company.<br />
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:: Even more recent, she's been traveling to the Goblet on a frequenct basis. There is a select few of people who have caught her interest, and that she's certain hold answers they may not be sure that they have. As ever, she has a habit of finding ill fortune and then diving into it even deeper.<br />
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===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #EB9F9F;font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Miscellaneous</div>===<br />
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* She has a habit of naming people, and will eagerly explain the names she's given and their meaning to great detail.<br />
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* Her favorite food is cake. Specifically rolanberry and chocolate flavored.<br />
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* Odds are, if someone's in good standing with her, she will do almost anything that they request of her.<br />
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* If you give her sweets, expect her to always look to you for more. (Don't feed stray cats, kids!)<br />
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''Some of these rumors are untrue or are greatly exaggerated. Please feel free to add your own rumors under PC!''<br />
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<div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #90AB76;">◢ Common and easily overheard, use freely</div></b><br />
: <font style="color:#90AB76;" size="3">■</font> "She's odd. Doesn't speak well, and ran off soon as she got her booze. At least she paid," <i>Merchant at Aleport</i><br />
: <font style="color:#90AB76;" size="3">■</font> "Ah, aye, I know 'er. Got charged with poaching once. I remember, 'cause next day we found a couple of Redbellies hangin' from the trees not far off the road. Took forever to get 'em down," <i>Woodwailer in Central Shroud</i><br />
: <font style="color:#90AB76;" size="3">■</font> "Yeah, she comes through here often. Sometimes she doesn't have gil and ends up having to barter pieces of jewelry. Her boyfriend or husband or someone always comes around a day or two later to buy the jewelry back," <i>Ferryman at Vesper Bay</i><br />
: <font style="color:#90AB76;" size="3">■</font> "Sometimes she stops here, but never to take a chocobo. Avoids the damn things like the plague," <i>Any Choco-keep in the Sanctuaries</i><br />
: <font style="color:#90AB76;" size="3">■</font> "I keep telling her: No fishing in the ponds! You know what, when you find her, tell her that for me!" <i>Frustrated Added in Lavender Beds</i><br />
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<b><div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #F37E1D;">◢ Moderately difficult to overhear, use sparingly or ask first</div></b><br />
: <font style="color:#F37E1D;" size="3">■</font> "She's a poor thing. Sometimes she likes to soak in the waters here before she goes to trade over by the Wanderer's Palace. Her back is just a travesty for something so cute," <i>Worker at Camp Bronze Lake</i><br />
: <font style="color:#F37E1D;" size="3">■</font> "You know, it's funny, I saw 'er 'round 'ere a lot. Just hangin' out, talkin' to th' farmers. Then up an' disappears. Ain't seen 'er since," <i>Farmer at Summerford Farms</i><br />
: <font style="color:#F37E1D;" size="3">■</font> "Ah, yeah, I've seen her. Well, heard is more like... Those two cats are damned loud..." <i>Grimacing Yellowjacket Who Works Near the Eyes</i><br />
: <font style="color:#F37E1D;" size="3">■</font> "That pink one? She comes in about once a moon to buy some cake. Real skittish, but always tips well!" <i>Chef in the Bismark</i><br />
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<b><div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #D83018;">◢ Very difficult or rarely overheard, ask before using</div></b><br />
: <font style="color:#D83018;" size="3">■</font> "I don't know why, but sometimes she leaves offerings at Thal's Shrine. Won't speak to anyone, either. Just walks in and spends a few bells in silence only to leave," <i>Brass Blade on Highbridge</i><br />
: <font style="color:#D83018;" size="3">■</font> "Is the damnest thing. She looks just like one of my tribe sisters... But I could have sworn her dead," <i>Hard-working Tia in Wineport</i><br />
: <font style="color:#D83018;" size="3">■</font> "I know the name. Commissioned some unique weapons. All pretty confidential, I'm afraid," <i>Blacksmith in Limsa Lominsa</i><br />
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<b><div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #aac5b4;">◢ Rumors from the character's of other players</div></b><br />
: <font style="color:#aac5b4;" size="3">■</font> "This is an example," <i>Nobody</i><br />
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: <center><font style="color:#000000;" size="3">♥</font> Physical Attraction <font style="color:#F02311;" size="3">♥</font> Romantic Desire <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font> Platonic Love</center> <br />
: <center><font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> Good Standing <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> Neutral <font style="color:#C24640;" size="3">●</font> Poor Standing</center><br />
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: <font style="color:#F02311;" size="3">♥</font> <font style="color:#000000;" size="3">♥</font> [[L'aenoh Tia]]: "Ganzjaega Riklifaeld" : A man she met in the Mist. Their beginnings were rather rough, though both held an attraction for the other since the moment they met. After some struggle with a rather cruel Keeper named Hnaba, they came together and bonded in a way neither expected. Ever since, the two have been inseparable. Staelufre has come to love him in true. She has no plans to deviate from his side, and goes to great lengths to ensure his safety.<br />
: <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font> [[Vilsewaen Steinhoh]]: Her father, her mentor, her brother. He is the person Staelufre respects the most in her life, and strives to be like. It is a constant disappointment to her that she cannot follow in his footsteps, or become precisely alike him. Almost everything she does is to give him pride and prove herself worthy in his eyes.<br />
: <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font> [[Siehrova Brynstymm]]: Her sister. Staelufre is wildly protective of her intelligent and kind kin. Their shared history has forged their bond into something that is unbreakable. She values Siehrova for her intelligence and quick wit, and admires her for being able to do so many things that she cannot even conceive possible. While her sister works on various projects in Mor Dhona, almost always consisting of magitek, Staelufre makes sure to provide her sister with every comfort and need she could ask for.<br />
: <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font> [[Renaud Becquerel]]: "Wakkeyha Syngronn" : Her brother, her rival. He is the apprentice of her father and his natural affinity to truth and ownership of the Echo has made Wakkeyha the favorite of Vilsewaen. In this, Staelufre is constantly jealous of him and irritated of his natural prowess with mysticism. She sees in him all the things she wishes she can be, and he is blissfully ignorant of such facts. His fawning and doting over Staelufre as his own sister only makes her feel guilty of this, and oddly endeared to the man she names brother.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Jancis Milburga]]: "Solkeim Brynroega" : Her friend. Jancis and she first met through L'aenoh, and the healer has proved nothing but kind and stalwart. Even in the heat of battle or its gross after-effects, the woman never seems to waver. Even in the grossest of situations, Jancis is a shining beacon for her to orient herself. Staelufre remains loyal to her, and has never had cause to question this. She plans to ever be.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Ja'ren A'lenthin]]: "Arengybet Haerzhylt" : Their relationship begun on a rocky note. Miscommunication and estranged feelings made the two incapable of seeing eye-to-eye at first. Yet, when entrusting Ja'ren with a mysterious Void artefact, the two began a strange journey that solidified their friendship. Unexpected circumstances brought them even closer, and Ja'ren teaches her much of her magick and control over it. She ever admired Ja'ren, though also finds him foolish at times.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Tiergan Vashir]]: "Wynztier Eifaufre" : A recent friend to Staelufre, but a strong one. Originally a strange man, she became endeared to him after a long talk about the Lotus. Some of his earnest personality began to shine, and with it Staelufre saw someone of noble heart. She has since followed him throughout much of Eorzea on bizarre adventures to save friends or return them home. Every time they speak, she finds her respect for him growing. And also a sister-like desire to scold him for so often succumbing to his emotions.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Zaius Rhal'seer]]: "Doenruht Formnwust" : Staelufre's teacher. After Zaius insulted her mate by beating him in battle and tying him to a bed, she sought Zaius out to seek revenge. With original intentions of killing him, she was instead impressed by his technique and strength. After agreeing to teach her, and a couple lessons, she's come to trust the Keeper entirely. He shows to her an amount of care and yet willingness to let her learn. Because of that, she gives him an amount of blind faith many would advise against.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Teld're Eska'aldren]]: "Myrganais Gesprheti" : The seer, as she called him, is a strange and recent friend. He is mercurial and ever-shifting. In just one sun, she saw many sides to the man and is fascinated by each of them. She doesn't quite understand why, but some how Teld're has already earned her trust. Not only this, but she's begun to learn of a mystery that invokes her unyielding curiosity.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font><font style="color:#000000;" size="3">♥</font> [[Telos]]: "Guolstyrm Grymhoh" : Someone who holds the answers to many of her questions. He's treated her fairly, and kindly, and for this she holds to him a sense of loyalty. There's something that makes others frightened of him, however, so she is subtly wary of what his presence can bring. She also has an irrational and utterly dorky schoolgirl crush on him.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[J'azhar Tia]]: Introduced to her through Sylas, the young member of Jackal tribe was originally supposed to be a source of information. He quickly charmed her not only with a sense of his kindness for their mutual friends, but also his innocent manner of speech. They spoke of not only the more grim things, but also of lighter topics that soon left her laughing and delighted. It seems their friend circles have merged, for which Staelufre is only thankful, as she's ultimately fond of J'azhar's fretting and warm personality.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Leanne Delphium]]: The appointed "best friend". After having scolded Staelufre on ill social behavior, L'aenoh assigned the two of them to be friends from then on out. It's been somewhat uncertain ground, but the hat-clad woman is such a different presence that Staelufre help but agree she's fine friend material. Much is unknown about Leanne, though she manages to keep amusing Staelufre.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Faolan Woodlock]]: "Nezelcwin" : A man she hardly knows. He smells of campfire smoke and forests. This initial impression leads Staelufre to wanting to know more. After recent events that led her to witness Faolan's way of healing, and the knowledge he witnessed Dhemgeim's death, she's only more intent on prying beneath that mask of his.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[R'sass Thras]]: Her student. A young miqo'te whose tribe has disbanded, she was intent on learning to hunt. The reverence Sass has for her is baffling and, as she believes it, misguided. But it is still a pleasant and entertaining thing to teach another her methods of hunting.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[R'ostam Tia]]: Relative to R'sass, Staelufre finds him hot-headed and brash. His silent behavior, she knows, is entirely a front for a confused and conflicted young man. She hopes to teach him a little of fighting, though also knows that she is by far the least capable of giving him what he needs to know to make a better life outside the tribe.<br />
: <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> [[Memeli Meli]]: "Toffvann" : A powerful lalafell and magnificent braggart. She holds little respect for this person, but does recognize in her the potential to do much. They haven't shared much but in passing, though Memeli's ability to find trouble and also find her way out is always worthy of admiration.<br />
: <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> [[Finecia Hawke]]: "Blahntrachyn" : A peculiar hyur. Staelufre does not trust Finecia in the way she would never fully trust a dragon. Though she wears her past plainly, there is always an uncertainty to what happening in Finecia's mind. She is, at least, a reliable healer.<br />
: <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> [[R'lexia Thras]]: "Lihtleita" : A quiet miqo'te who has not revealed much about herself. While she is Finecia's mate, Staelufre is not yet sure of Lexia's mettle. She seems determined, but there is a weakness and hesitance in her actions that makes Staelufre wonder.<br />
: <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> [[Chaska Dakwhil]]: "Tenkoeya" : Ja'ren's mate and a person Staelufre always wonders about. While mute, her wisdom and cunning is unprecedented. Or because it is because of her inability to talk that Chaska has a way of thinking unparalleled. Either way, Staelufre owes deep respect to Chaska, though knows the two of them are unlikely to ever become friends.<br />
: <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> [[Franz Renatus]]: "Iyrnfystsyn" : After having dealt with an unpleasant elezen, the two came to a mutual understanding. She does not truly wonder after the man, but does at times wonder at his strength. He has, at the very least, the presence enough for her to take his word as truth.<br />
: <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> [[Oscare Iono]]: "Blanabrenn" : Another she knows to be a Garlean. She does not particularly care for this dark-skinned hyur, but he has never done anything to upset her either. At best, she knows him as Jancis' friend.<br />
: <font style="color:#C24640;" size="3">●</font> [[Tausenadel Geispyrsyn]]: "Wybhaerz" : An officer of the Coral Sea. Upon their first meeting, he seemed kind enough, though at their second and every meeting after, he insists on calling her "Stray". Staelufre has expressed her displeasure with this sentiment, and refuses to forgive him for being unable to listen to her or respect her.<br />
: <font style="color:#C24640;" size="3">●</font> [[Sigurd Rainecourt]]: "Bremlohr" : A pitiful little hyur. His weakness makes her dislike and distaste for him very obvious. She thinks that it is a shame, for he has many strong allies, but will never reach to such heights himself.<br />
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===<div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #EB9F9F;font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Footnotes</div>===<br />
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: Tumblr: http://stillshore.tumblr.com<br />
: Voiceclaim: [http://youtu.be/TpUP0jjicqY You Are the Moon - The Hush Sound]<br />
: Theme Music: [http://youtu.be/VKrYOUhOeaI Hope in the Air - Laura Marling]<br />
: Theme Music: [http://youtu.be/6k8es2BNloE Little Black Submarines - The Black Keys]<br />
: Theme Music: [http://youtu.be/TybeFBV7awc Upside Down - Paloma Faith]<br />
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: Template by [[Bancroft Gairn]]</div>Dhemgeimhttps://wiki.ffxiv-roleplayers.com/index.php?title=Staelufre_Lysmerl&diff=76380Staelufre Lysmerl2015-02-20T02:16:39Z<p>Dhemgeim: </p>
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{{Infobox-character<br />
| name = Staelufre Lysmerl<br />
| image = Staewikiprofile.png<br />
| imagewidth = 250<br />
| caption = "May prey find your path."<br />
| gender = Female<br />
| citizenship = N/A<br />
| race = Miqo'te<br />
| clan = Seeker of the Sun<br />
| stat_1 = Age<br />
| stat_1_value = Mid-twenties<br />
| stat_2 = Sexuality<br />
| stat_2_value = Heterosexual<br />
| stat_3 = Occupation<br />
| stat_3_value = Hunter<br />
| stat_4 = Height/Weight<br />
| stat_4_value = 5 fulms, 0 ilms / 110 ponze<br />
| stat_5 = Diety <br />
| stat_5_value = Halone, the Fury<br />
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'''Staelufre Lysmerl''' (pronounced /stail-OU-frey LEES-mar-ill/) was born on 10th Sun of the 5th Umbral Era (October 10th). Her name means "Still Shore of the Bright Sea". She is a miqo'te who was born to one of the vagrant Jackal tribes in La Noscea, wandering through much of Eorzea with them during her childhood. She has kept the affinity to remaining in the wilderness over any form of civilization to this day, and has a very odd way of speaking.<br />
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===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #EB9F9F;font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Basic Info</div>===<br />
Not everyone can understand or relate to Staelufre. This is, at times, exceedingly frustrating to her. She speaks with a parlance that was invented and perfected by a hermit, and thus the mannerisms she uses are very foreign and often leading to misunderstanding. She has, however, been getting lessons on how to speak easier and has begun to become acquainted with a more common cant. Only adding to her oddities, she will avoid cities at a very unreasonable rate. At times, she also forgoes the comfort of houses and chooses to disappear into the wilderness for suns at a time. She prefers alcohol and fighting to any sort of minimal comfort, and excels in agility over brute strength or magick. Because Staelufre is terrible at remembering names, she often gives people her own "nicknames" derived from the roegadyn language.<br />
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:<small>''"He is prey; weak, frightened and unable to fight his way free. He becomes terrified and runs into the briars, then complains when they get caught in his fur. Such rabbits do not deserve pity, or mercy."''<br />
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:''"Oft, you are taken by the deep and churning tides. As they pull you below, to tumble you about, you must not fight. The sea is as nourishing as she is treacherous."''<br />
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:''"I find no small comfort in the shores of my kin. The apprentice and his bannermen honor me with mine namesake, but it is ever the freedom of the sea that I give myself to."''</small><br />
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: <font style="color:#F7A29E;" size="3">■</font> Outdoors<br />
: <font style="color:#F7A29E;" size="3">■</font> Sweets<br />
: <font style="color:#F7A29E;" size="3">■</font> Knives<br />
: <font style="color:#F7A29E;" size="3">■</font> Pink<br />
: <font style="color:#F7A29E;" size="3">■</font> Fighting<br />
: <font style="color:#F7A29E;" size="3">■</font> Dresses<br />
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: <font style="color:#F3C6B9;" size="3">■</font> Crowds (and similarly loud noises)<br />
: <font style="color:#F3C6B9;" size="3">■</font> Cowardice<br />
: <font style="color:#F3C6B9;" size="3">■</font> Cities / tribes<br />
: <font style="color:#F3C6B9;" size="3">■</font> Authority<br />
: <font style="color:#F3C6B9;" size="3">■</font> Extravagance<br />
: <font style="color:#F3C6B9;" size="3">■</font> Loneliness<br />
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: <font style="color:#FAEDDF;" size="3">■</font> Perceptive to truer intentions<br />
: <font style="color:#FAEDDF;" size="3">■</font> Hunting<br />
: <font style="color:#FAEDDF;" size="3">■</font> Endurance or agility exercises<br />
: <font style="color:#FAEDDF;" size="3">■</font> Whittling<br />
: <font style="color:#FAEDDF;" size="3">■</font> Going, or remaining, largely unseen<br />
: <font style="color:#FAEDDF;" size="3">■</font> Singing<br />
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===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #EB9F9F;font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Appearance & Personality</div>===<br />
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: Staelufre cuts a slight figure, but nothing about her short stature is wasted. She is muscled and athletic in build, though short. Her skin is tanned and golden in complexion from both heritage and a great many days in the sun. With naturally pink hair and tail, though neither accept to being tried to tame. Her hair is fluffy and wild, and so often cut short or bound down by clips. Usually, after hunting, it's also caked in mud. Even more stunning than a girl with pink hair are her gold eyes. They glare at most of the world from behind long lashes, sharp and stripping. Even with the round face and fat, up-turned nose, the gentleness of her face is ruined by such intruding eyes.<br />
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: In almost all situations Staelufre's garbed lightly, wearing little more armor than leather. If there's any metal to her outfit, it is to reinforce weak points such as her shins or forearms. Never does Staelufre show her back, as across it is an uneven and encompassing scar that stretches from shoulders to lower back. More scars mar her arms and hands, though she also commonly wears gloves. Staelufre never goes anywhere without at least a knife, either hidden or plain, and cannot stand to equally part comfortable realms without her most precious ring.<br />
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: Staelufre most often stands slouched or with arms crossed, especially when in the presence of others. In crowds she is withdrawn, quiet and in corners. Anything more than five or six others and Staelufre simply tends to leave. She does not, under many circumstances, go into cities or crowded areas. She fears large numbers of people after being so withdrawn from civilization. It is to a point where she resents and hates any form of building or city, even at times preaching against the luxury of society. While she believes her words, she does also enjoy the luxuries that homes can provide. Beds and showers are much better than roots and cold lakes.<br />
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: In one word, a sum of her personality would be paradox. She is innocent and violent, both a hunter and likewise utterly feminine. She is harsh in her truths, and warm in her lies. Staelufre is both wise when it comes to others, and utterly ignorant in how to interact with them. Introspective, yet starved for friendship. Should anyone offer her kindness, she will eagerly drink it up and follow at their heels thereafter. Being alone for so long has both driven her to want freedom and to equally want camaraderie. <br />
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: One thing that is less fluid and contrary is her perspective on other people. People are either weak or strong, prey or hunters. Those who are prey she pities and sees no value in. Those who are hunters, she respects. Respect does not always mean Staelufre likes or trust them, however. After spending so long in the wild, she knows very well how to discern who is stronger and how to avoid confrontation. Unfortunately, she also strives to better herself at nearly every turn, so often has a deliberate cause and wish to throw herself into unfair situations just to come out stronger. This often makes her come across as rash, when the acts are in fact deliberate and she's always keenly aware of the very real danger of dying.<br />
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: If in situations when speaking to an individual person she trusts, Staelufre's personality truly shines through. Her words are eloquent and well-chosen, her loyalty is unbearably strong, and her optimism unyielding. She gives advice as best she can and admits ignorance when she cannot. Pride does, at times, keep her from asking for help when she needs it. When speaking to an individual that Staelufre dislikes, she becomes guarded and calloused. Her words are gated, capable of meaning anything, and her lies are so smooth it's impossible to tell them from the half-true metaphors. Her ability to command her emotions in front of those who she deems weaker is impressive, as is her capability of detaching value to their life. Those who are weak, in her opinion, are better off dead. Should Staelufre be speaking, however, individually with a person she doesn't yet know well, she'll always regard them in the way she would regard a new hunting territory. Assessing their weaknesses and prying for strengths, seeking the balance of their personality to determine whether or not they are worth her time.<br />
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===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #EB9F9F;font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Combat</div>===<br />
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: Staelufre does not fight other people very well. She is more akin to the hunt, to employing stealth and surprise, than to fighting others one-on-one. The thrill of battle still runs hot through her, however, and she always enjoys a good fight. Even if it means getting beaten black and blue, she'll take on an opponent if nothing more than for the experience of it. Because of her inexperience in direct combat, she relies mostly on her larger skills. This would be agility and speed. Not getting hit is the biggest name of her game, and while she can take a couple blows they wear her down quickly. Training for combat is not much in hefting weapons and striking dummies. She trains for flexibility and endurance. Running, stretching, climbing; unorthodox things that keep her body in shape but often don't translate into direct physical combat.<br />
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: Primarily, to defeat an opponent, Staelufre uses daggers. She looks for openings in armor first, and exploits any vulnerable spots. Due to being spry and nimble, reaching odd places isn't very difficult. What is difficult is getting close enough to cut without getting hit. So after a few slashes, Staelufre tends to back off and exhaust her opponent by letting them bleed out. To opponents she aims to kill rather than simply defeat, she usually aims for the neck or their gut. Blood is not something the miqo'te is shy of. If she aims to kill as well, it is even less likely that Staelufre will approach an opponent directly.<br />
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===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #EB9F9F;font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Biography</div>===<br />
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=====<div style="padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Tribal Years</div>=====<br />
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:: Born daughter of J'tyraka Nuhn in the jungles of La Noscea as J'adaeza, she had a relatively blissful childhood. Their tribe was exceedingly small, no more than forty people at once, and strictly nomadic. Primarily they traveled through La Noscea, but in her lifetime did build small crafts to carry them across the waters to find new hunting grounds in the Black Shroud. Because of the fact they were so small, it was required for every member of the tribe to be trained and responsible for many aspects of the community. From small things such as building fires, or to larger things such as teaching the children. It was expected, in her tribe, for men and women to both be able to hunt as well as mend wounds.<br />
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:: As with all the other children, being trained to be a productive member of the tribe begun as soon as infancy ended. Her life was relatively easy, for all that a nomadic tribal life could be. She did not excel very well when it came to cooking or skinning creatures. She did not have much patience to learn to stitch clothes back together, and was often scolded for playing too roughly with the other children. Yet one day, she was brought to her mother's tent and given a choice of weaponry. This would be the weapon she would wield for the rest of her life in the tribe, trained in it until it became as much part of her as a limb. Only then would she be allowed to hunt. J'adaeza chose a spear, which was too large for her scrawny form, but stubbornly kept to it.<br />
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:: To those of younger ages, one of the more experienced Tias became their teacher. He taught them how to use the weapons they chose, in a strict yet not unkind manner. J'adaeza at this time was awful with the spear. She commonly dropped it, or was much too loud when carrying it around. She was scolded almost constantly, given extra exercises to learn her weapon better, and not allowed to return to the fires until she finished them. It was punishing, but also rewarding. So early in age, she didn't become bitter by the experience, but instead elevated to enjoy the push of her body. To wield the spear was not a natural thing to the tiny pink-haired girl, but she progressed and became decent at it. Once proficient enough, the Tia then began to train her in hunting tactics and strategies. How to step quietly and place traps, the knowledge of sensing danger and so forth.<br />
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:: At ten, as is traditional in her tribe, J'adaeza was taken on her first hunting trip. She was not permitted to strike at any creatures or wander on her own. She stuck closely to the side of one of the mature hunters, and while much of what she learned was applied, she found she had much more to learn. The thrill of the hunt sunk quickly and deeply in her heart, however, and it soon took her over. She became obsessed with hunting, and decided after but a few meager years of training to dedicate her life to it.<br />
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:: This went against her tribe's custom, however. When J'adaeza's more relaxed chores and duties began to wane in favor to her hunting, she was taken aside and spoken to. At first, they only expressed concerned. Then, when she ignored their words and abandoned her other disciplines in arrogant need for the sport, they began to punish her in true. As an adolescent who, as pre-teens tend to be, was absolutely certain she knew what was best for her, J'azaeda rebelled against the obedience they demanded from her. This was not an uncommon thing at her age, even in the tribe, but it was still disruptive to a community so small. She was frustratingly single-minded and stuck to it. So one evening, after a particularly bad spat with her aunt, she decided to leave the tribe.<br />
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:: Leaving itself wasn't terribly traumatic to J'adaeza. The tribe, at the time, was on a particularly wealthy streak in the Shroud. She took a sufficient amount of foodstuffs and her spear, and set off at the opposite direction. It was liberating, for a while, until she found that one of her half-sisters trailing slowly after her. Having heard of J'adaeza's leaving, J'adisa had soon departed for her own reasoning. Guilt and familial obligation forced her to look over this other girl, who had no skill in hunting or fighting.<br />
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=====<div style="padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Death</div>=====<br />
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:: While J'adaeza and J'adisa traveled back to La Noscea, they found that life without a tribe was more difficult than previously imagined. While J'adaeza was a fair enough hunter, she was poor at every other practical application. Her rebellion became her own punishment, as her sister and her struggled to feed themselves or find proper campsites. There were many close calls to unsavory sorts and rabid beastmen, and J'adaeza gathered many colorful stories about swiping equipment from unsuspecting travelers.<br />
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:: During such a colorful tale, she managed to cross paths with the wrong sort of folk. The story involved behind to why, and how the events unfolded, tends to change with each evolution of the story in present day; suggesting a reluctance to admit why or perhaps even a true confusion as to its truth. But what she does always tell, and seem to recall accurately, is the mutilation of her back. Tossed into the sea of Vylbrand, she nearly drowned. Miracle of miracles, she survived. Washed upon the beach with her back quickly growing an infection. Time for her at this point grew wildly inconsistent. A fever over-took her and she wandered in search of shelter or help. Her body was dying, already weak from her time in the water and what she was certain had been her death. Now, she was experiencing the agony of dying all over again.<br />
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:: Here is where [[Vilsewaen Steinhoh]] rescued the dying miqo'te. She had no idea, for a long time, that she was even in the care of anyone. He tended to her in one of his camps in the lowlands of Vylbrand until she recovered enough to become lucid and aware of her situation. They spoke, and while she was still too weak to move did tell him of her sister and where their campsite had been before her near-fatal accident. J'adisa came immediately and helped Vilsewaen tend to J'adaeza. He spoke strangely, but treated them kindly, and offered more than enough hospitality that they felt comfortable staying at his side.<br />
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====<div style="padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Rebirth</div>====<br />
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:: Though the two half-sisters did not intend to stay with Vilsewaen long, his proficiency of living alone was more than they had. When he offered to teach them, they ended up agreeing. Thus it was that the two came under his tutelage, and the tutelage became something more. His patience and lack of social skills were precisely the right combination of dry and kind that the two bonded with. So when Vilsewaen, the wandering hermit that he is, said he was climbing higher to the La Noscean mountains he took J'adaeza and J'adisa with him.<br />
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:: There is where J'adaeza's birth into Staelufre became apparent. Though she may had been on the physical brink of death before, with Vilsewaen's help she finally accepted that she will never again be part of a tribe. And as the hermit accepted these two lost girls into his care, he gave to them his traditions and philosophies as well. So J'adaeza and J'adisa came to be known, respectively, as Staelufre Lysmerl and Siehrova Brynstymm. The women were encouraged to be free and study whatever pursuit came to their heart, while their new father ensured their welfare and ability to look after themselves. So they developed into two opposites. Where Staelufre was wild, Siehrova was patient: Where Staelufre learned and strengthened her body, Siehrova was curious and expanded her mind. The two were dawn and dusk, and they both loved Vilsewaen as if he were the sky itself.<br />
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:: The three were very happy for a long time. As was his nature, Vilsewaen would often leave the two to wander. Even attached to others, he was still a hermit at heart. But Staelufre and Siehrova did not seem to mind. Their growth became exponential as they explored the mountains of La Noscea, alone and away from any civilization. The two bonded until their differences expanded and then compounded, both taking pieces of each other until neither were sure which one began and the other ended. These are the happiest memories to Staelufre, with her ever-present sister and her wayward father. Each so dear to her that she would have rather died than be left without them in the world.<br />
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:: Eventually Staelufre and Siehrova left La Noscea. Vilsewaen went with them as far as the Shroud, and from there they wandered to Coerthas. The cold weather did not suit Siehrova, but the stars fascinated her sister. Staelufre had always been fascinated by stars and their clarity in these northern grounds stole her heart away. They wandered wherever they wished, though often returned to their "home" in the mountains.<br />
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====<div style="padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">The Calamity</div>====<br />
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:: About four years before the Calamity fell, Vilsewaen took in another rogue soul. While Staelufre isn't sure where the old man found [[Renee Becquerel]] - who was then Renaud - he certainly came to become a large figurehead for the elezen. The then-named Wakkeyha Syngronn became Vilsewaen's apprentice. This excited the first time Staelufre ever felt jealousy in another person. She had always thought of her father as belonging to their family, and here was an interloper to steal Vilsewaen's time and ideals away from their already precious moments. It frustrated her, and she harbored equal envy that Renee had the Echo while she did not. So when the Garlean forces threatened their doorstep and Renee announced her leave, Staelufre was overjoyed... until Vilsewaen announced he was leaving as well.<br />
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:: She remained in the mountains of La Noscea until after Dalamud hit. Then she waited longer for Vilsewaen to return. Eventually, she became too anxious and left - parting with Siehrova for the first time in years. She traveled, seeing the cruelty and savagery that was brought on with total desolation. While uninterested in helping cities to rebuild and regrow, she did know that her skills as a hunter would do many well. So Staelufre took up many odd jobs, expanding her skills and honing her ability as a hunter to be met by the need and demand of others.<br />
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:: This continued until the ships were rebuilt and the island reconnected to the rest of Eorzea. Then Staelufre left, wanderlust unable to be sated. She continued to work as a hunter for hire for a small time, building a thin and unimportant network of people who knew her by face if not by name. She abandoned it, however, when Revenant's Toll was being formed. Instead she returned to Siehrova and two journeyed there, to a place where Siehrova's genius and thirsty for knowledge could be met on a frontier that would also excite her more than any dusty library. For a time, Staelufre remained in Mor Dhona withe her sister. She did little other than wander and explore, doting upon her other half until such time that she became too thirsty for the hunt again.<br />
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====<div style="padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Present</div>====<br />
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:: So she left. She regathered her structure of hunting for meager favors or bits of gil, for things that she could not make or find herself in the wild. This was when she came to find, from Vilsewaen, that the long-left apprentice Renee Becquerel had started a Free Company. While the name the Coral Sea was appeasing to her, what truly interested her was the name of their home. It was named in her honor, supposedly, and while her desire to be free and away from any form of civilization was strong... the compulsion to see such a strange thing was stronger. So Staelufre wandered for her first time into the Mist, and quickly became lost.<br />
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:: This was where she met [[L'aenoh Tia]]. Through a quick spiral of events, he introduced her to many others of the Coral Sea. Their relationship becoming something strong, she remained near to the Mist - begrudgingly - to also remain near him. Her first impression of the people was unpleasant. They commonly referred to her as "Zhen's replacement" or "stray", and it happened so often and with so much repetition she accepted it as the views of all those who lived within walls. Dejected and hurt by their actions and calloused attitudes, Staelufre withdrew even further from any want to be apart of the Coral Sea or its people.<br />
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:: It took much convincing and debate before L'aenoh was able to get Staelufre to join the Coral Sea's roster. She still argues that she's not properly a member. In her eyes, she has never been fully socially accepted. Yet she is officially documented in their applications, so is technically a member. Being with the Coral Sea has expanded those she met, as well, to most everyone that she currently knows. While she disappears for long times to hunt or do whatever else she wishes, she does commonly return to the Free Company house either for its luxuries or its company.<br />
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:: Even more recent, she's been traveling to the Goblet on a frequency basis. There is a select few of people who have caught her interest, and that she's certain hold answers they may not be sure that they have. As ever, she has a habit of finding ill fortune and then diving into it even deeper.<br />
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===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #EB9F9F;font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Miscellaneous</div>===<br />
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* She has a habit of naming people, and will eagerly explain the names she's given and their meaning to great detail.<br />
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* Her favorite food is cake. Specifically rolanberry and chocolate flavored.<br />
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* Odds are, if someone's in good standing with her, she will do almost anything that they request of her.<br />
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* If you give her sweets, expect her to always look to you for more. (Don't feed stray cats, kids!)<br />
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''Some of these rumors are untrue or are greatly exaggerated. Please feel free to add your own rumors under PC!''<br />
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<div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #90AB76;">◢ Common and easily overheard, use freely</div></b><br />
: <font style="color:#90AB76;" size="3">■</font> "She's odd. Doesn't speak well, and ran off soon as she got her booze. At least she paid," <i>Merchant at Aleport</i><br />
: <font style="color:#90AB76;" size="3">■</font> "Ah, aye, I know 'er. Got charged with poaching once. I remember, 'cause next day we found a couple of Redbellies hangin' from the trees not far off the road. Took forever to get 'em down," <i>Woodwailer in Central Shroud</i><br />
: <font style="color:#90AB76;" size="3">■</font> "Yeah, she comes through here often. Sometimes she doesn't have gil and ends up having to barter pieces of jewelry. Her boyfriend or husband or someone always comes around a day or two later to buy the jewelry back," <i>Ferryman at Vesper Bay</i><br />
: <font style="color:#90AB76;" size="3">■</font> "Sometimes she stops here, but never to take a chocobo. Avoids the damn things like the plague," <i>Any Choco-keep in the Sanctuaries</i><br />
: <font style="color:#90AB76;" size="3">■</font> "I keep telling her: No fishing in the ponds! You know what, when you find her, tell her that for me!" <i>Frustrated Added in Lavender Beds</i><br />
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<b><div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #F37E1D;">◢ Moderately difficult to overhear, use sparingly or ask first</div></b><br />
: <font style="color:#F37E1D;" size="3">■</font> "She's a poor thing. Sometimes she likes to soak in the waters here before she goes to trade over by the Wanderer's Palace. Her back is just a travesty for something so cute," <i>Worker at Camp Bronze Lake</i><br />
: <font style="color:#F37E1D;" size="3">■</font> "You know, it's funny, I saw 'er 'round 'ere a lot. Just hangin' out, talkin' to th' farmers. Then up an' disappears. Ain't seen 'er since," <i>Farmer at Summerford Farms</i><br />
: <font style="color:#F37E1D;" size="3">■</font> "Ah, yeah, I've seen her. Well, heard is more like... Those two cats are damned loud..." <i>Grimacing Yellowjacket Who Works Near the Eyes</i><br />
: <font style="color:#F37E1D;" size="3">■</font> "That pink one? She comes in about once a moon to buy some cake. Real skittish, but always tips well!" <i>Chef in the Bismark</i><br />
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<b><div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #D83018;">◢ Very difficult or rarely overheard, ask before using</div></b><br />
: <font style="color:#D83018;" size="3">■</font> "I don't know why, but sometimes she leaves offerings at Thal's Shrine. Won't speak to anyone, either. Just walks in and spends a few bells in silence only to leave," <i>Brass Blade on Highbridge</i><br />
: <font style="color:#D83018;" size="3">■</font> "Is the damnest thing. She looks just like one of my tribe sisters... But I could have sworn her dead," <i>Hard-working Tia in Wineport</i><br />
: <font style="color:#D83018;" size="3">■</font> "I know the name. Commissioned some unique weapons. All pretty confidential, I'm afraid," <i>Blacksmith in Limsa Lominsa</i><br />
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<b><div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #aac5b4;">◢ Rumors from the character's of other players</div></b><br />
: <font style="color:#aac5b4;" size="3">■</font> "This is an example," <i>Nobody</i><br />
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: <center><font style="color:#000000;" size="3">♥</font> Physical Attraction <font style="color:#F02311;" size="3">♥</font> Romantic Desire <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font> Platonic Love</center> <br />
: <center><font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> Good Standing <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> Neutral <font style="color:#C24640;" size="3">●</font> Poor Standing</center><br />
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: <font style="color:#F02311;" size="3">♥</font> <font style="color:#000000;" size="3">♥</font> [[L'aenoh Tia]]: "Ganzjaega Riklifaeld" : A man she met in the Mist. Their beginnings were rather rough, though both held an attraction for the other since the moment they met. After some struggle with a rather cruel Keeper named Hnaba, they came together and bonded in a way neither expected. Ever since, the two have been inseparable. Staelufre has come to love him in true. She has no plans to deviate from his side, and goes to great lengths to ensure his safety.<br />
: <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font> [[Vilsewaen Steinhoh]]: Her father, her mentor, her brother. He is the person Staelufre respects the most in her life, and strives to be like. It is a constant disappointment to her that she cannot follow in his footsteps, or become precisely alike him. Almost everything she does is to give him pride and prove herself worthy in his eyes.<br />
: <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font> [[Siehrova Brynstymm]]: Her sister. Staelufre is wildly protective of her intelligent and kind kin. Their shared history has forged their bond into something that is unbreakable. She values Siehrova for her intelligence and quick wit, and admires her for being able to do so many things that she cannot even conceive possible. While her sister works on various projects in Mor Dhona, almost always consisting of magitek, Staelufre makes sure to provide her sister with every comfort and need she could ask for.<br />
: <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font> [[Renaud Becquerel]]: "Wakkeyha Syngronn" : Her brother, her rival. He is the apprentice of her father and his natural affinity to truth and ownership of the Echo has made Wakkeyha the favorite of Vilsewaen. In this, Staelufre is constantly jealous of him and irritated of his natural prowess with mysticism. She sees in him all the things she wishes she can be, and he is blissfully ignorant of such facts. His fawning and doting over Staelufre as his own sister only makes her feel guilty of this, and oddly endeared to the man she names brother.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Jancis Milburga]]: "Solkeim Brynroega" : Her friend. Jancis and she first met through L'aenoh, and the healer has proved nothing but kind and stalwart. Even in the heat of battle or its gross after-effects, the woman never seems to waver. Even in the grossest of situations, Jancis is a shining beacon for her to orient herself. Staelufre remains loyal to her, and has never had cause to question this. She plans to ever be.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Ja'ren A'lenthin]]: "Arengybet Haerzhylt" : Their relationship begun on a rocky note. Miscommunication and estranged feelings made the two incapable of seeing eye-to-eye at first. Yet, when entrusting Ja'ren with a mysterious Void artefact, the two began a strange journey that solidified their friendship. Unexpected circumstances brought them even closer, and Ja'ren teaches her much of her magick and control over it. She ever admired Ja'ren, though also finds him foolish at times.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Tiergan Vashir]]: "Wynztier Eifaufre" : A recent friend to Staelufre, but a strong one. Originally a strange man, she became endeared to him after a long talk about the Lotus. Some of his earnest personality began to shine, and with it Staelufre saw someone of noble heart. She has since followed him throughout much of Eorzea on bizarre adventures to save friends or return them home. Every time they speak, she finds her respect for him growing. And also a sister-like desire to scold him for so often succumbing to his emotions.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Zaius Rhal'seer]]: "Doenruht Formnwust" : Staelufre's teacher. After Zaius insulted her mate by beating him in battle and tying him to a bed, she sought Zaius out to seek revenge. With original intentions of killing him, she was instead impressed by his technique and strength. After agreeing to teach her, and a couple lessons, she's come to trust the Keeper entirely. He shows to her an amount of care and yet willingness to let her learn. Because of that, she gives him an amount of blind faith many would advise against.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Teld're Eska'aldren]]: "Myrganais Gesprheti" : The seer, as she called him, is a strange and recent friend. He is mercurial and ever-shifting. In just one sun, she saw many sides to the man and is fascinated by each of them. She doesn't quite understand why, but some how Teld're has already earned her trust. Not only this, but she's begun to learn of a mystery that invokes her unyielding curiosity.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font><font style="color:#000000;" size="3">♥</font> [[Telos]]: "Guolstyrm Grymhoh" : Someone who holds the answers to many of her questions. He's treated her fairly, and kindly, and for this she holds to him a sense of loyalty. There's something that makes others frightened of him, however, so she is subtly wary of what his presence can bring. She also has an irrational and utterly dorky schoolgirl crush on him.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[J'azhar Tia]]: Introduced to her through Sylas, the young member of Jackal tribe was originally supposed to be a source of information. He quickly charmed her not only with a sense of his kindness for their mutual friends, but also his innocent manner of speech. They spoke of not only the more grim things, but also of lighter topics that soon left her laughing and delighted. It seems their friend circles have merged, for which Staelufre is only thankful, as she's ultimately fond of J'azhar's fretting and warm personality.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Leanne Delphium]]: The appointed "best friend". After having scolded Staelufre on ill social behavior, L'aenoh assigned the two of them to be friends from then on out. It's been somewhat uncertain ground, but the hat-clad woman is such a different presence that Staelufre help but agree she's fine friend material. Much is unknown about Leanne, though she manages to keep amusing Staelufre.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Faolan Woodlock]]: "Nezelcwin" : A man she hardly knows. He smells of campfire smoke and forests. This initial impression leads Staelufre to wanting to know more. After recent events that led her to witness Faolan's way of healing, and the knowledge he witnessed Dhemgeim's death, she's only more intent on prying beneath that mask of his.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[R'sass Thras]]: Her student. A young miqo'te whose tribe has disbanded, she was intent on learning to hunt. The reverence Sass has for her is baffling and, as she believes it, misguided. But it is still a pleasant and entertaining thing to teach another her methods of hunting.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[R'ostam Tia]]: Relative to R'sass, Staelufre finds him hot-headed and brash. His silent behavior, she knows, is entirely a front for a confused and conflicted young man. She hopes to teach him a little of fighting, though also knows that she is by far the least capable of giving him what he needs to know to make a better life outside the tribe.<br />
: <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> [[Memeli Meli]]: "Toffvann" : A powerful lalafell and magnificent braggart. She holds little respect for this person, but does recognize in her the potential to do much. They haven't shared much but in passing, though Memeli's ability to find trouble and also find her way out is always worthy of admiration.<br />
: <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> [[Finecia Hawke]]: "Blahntrachyn" : A peculiar hyur. Staelufre does not trust Finecia in the way she would never fully trust a dragon. Though she wears her past plainly, there is always an uncertainty to what happening in Finecia's mind. She is, at least, a reliable healer.<br />
: <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> [[R'lexia Thras]]: "Lihtleita" : A quiet miqo'te who has not revealed much about herself. While she is Finecia's mate, Staelufre is not yet sure of Lexia's mettle. She seems determined, but there is a weakness and hesitance in her actions that makes Staelufre wonder.<br />
: <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> [[Chaska Dakwhil]]: "Tenkoeya" : Ja'ren's mate and a person Staelufre always wonders about. While mute, her wisdom and cunning is unprecedented. Or because it is because of her inability to talk that Chaska has a way of thinking unparalleled. Either way, Staelufre owes deep respect to Chaska, though knows the two of them are unlikely to ever become friends.<br />
: <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> [[Franz Renatus]]: "Iyrnfystsyn" : After having dealt with an unpleasant elezen, the two came to a mutual understanding. She does not truly wonder after the man, but does at times wonder at his strength. He has, at the very least, the presence enough for her to take his word as truth.<br />
: <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> [[Oscare Iono]]: "Blanabrenn" : Another she knows to be a Garlean. She does not particularly care for this dark-skinned hyur, but he has never done anything to upset her either. At best, she knows him as Jancis' friend.<br />
: <font style="color:#C24640;" size="3">●</font> [[Tausenadel Geispyrsyn]]: "Wybhaerz" : An officer of the Coral Sea. Upon their first meeting, he seemed kind enough, though at their second and every meeting after, he insists on calling her "Stray". Staelufre has expressed her displeasure with this sentiment, and refuses to forgive him for being unable to listen to her or respect her.<br />
: <font style="color:#C24640;" size="3">●</font> [[Sigurd Rainecourt]]: "Bremlohr" : A pitiful little hyur. His weakness makes her dislike and distaste for him very obvious. She thinks that it is a shame, for he has many strong allies, but will never reach to such heights himself.<br />
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===<div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #EB9F9F;font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Footnotes</div>===<br />
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: Tumblr: http://stillshore.tumblr.com<br />
: Voiceclaim: [http://youtu.be/TpUP0jjicqY You Are the Moon - The Hush Sound]<br />
: Theme Music: [http://youtu.be/VKrYOUhOeaI Hope in the Air - Laura Marling]<br />
: Theme Music: [http://youtu.be/6k8es2BNloE Little Black Submarines - The Black Keys]<br />
: Theme Music: [http://youtu.be/TybeFBV7awc Upside Down - Paloma Faith]<br />
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: Template by [[Bancroft Gairn]]</div>Dhemgeimhttps://wiki.ffxiv-roleplayers.com/index.php?title=Staelufre_Lysmerl&diff=76378Staelufre Lysmerl2015-02-20T02:14:25Z<p>Dhemgeim: </p>
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| name = Staelufre Lysmerl<br />
| image = Staewikiprofile.png<br />
| imagewidth = 250<br />
| caption = "May prey find your path."<br />
| gender = Female<br />
| citizenship = N/A<br />
| race = Miqo'te<br />
| clan = Seeker of the Sun<br />
| stat_1 = Age<br />
| stat_1_value = Mid-twenties<br />
| stat_2 = Sexuality<br />
| stat_2_value = Heterosexual<br />
| stat_3 = Occupation<br />
| stat_3_value = Hunter<br />
| stat_4 = Height/Weight<br />
| stat_4_value = 5 fulms, 0 ilms / 110 ponze<br />
| stat_5 = Diety <br />
| stat_5_value = Halone, the Fury<br />
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'''Staelufre Lysmerl''' (pronounced /stail-OU-frey LEES-mar-ill/) was born on 10th Sun of the 5th Umbral Era (October 10th). Her name means "Still Shore of the Bright Sea". She is a miqo'te who was born to one of the vagrant Jackal tribes in La Noscea, wandering through much of Eorzea with them during her childhood. She has kept the affinity to remaining in the wilderness over any form of civilization to this day, and has a very odd way of speaking.<br />
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===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #EB9F9F;font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Basic Info</div>===<br />
Not everyone can understand or relate to Staelufre. This is, at times, exceedingly frustrating to her. She speaks with a parlance that was invented and perfected by a hermit, and thus the mannerisms she uses are very foreign and often leading to misunderstanding. She has, however, been getting lessons on how to speak easier and has begun to become acquainted with a more common cant. Only adding to her oddities, she will avoid cities at a very unreasonable rate. At times, she also forgoes the comfort of houses and chooses to disappear into the wilderness for suns at a time. She prefers alcohol and fighting to any sort of minimal comfort, and excels in agility over brute strength or magick. Because Staelufre is terrible at remembering names, she often gives people her own "nicknames" derived from the roegadyn language.<br />
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:<small>''"He is prey; weak, frightened and unable to fight his way free. He becomes terrified and runs into the briars, then complains when they get caught in his fur. Such rabbits do not deserve pity, or mercy."''<br />
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:''"Oft, you are taken by the deep and churning tides. As they pull you below, to tumble you about, you must not fight. The sea is as nourishing as she is treacherous."''<br />
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:''"I find no small comfort in the shores of my kin. The apprentice and his bannermen honor me with mine namesake, but it is ever the freedom of the sea that I give myself to."''</small><br />
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<div style="padding:10px 35px;background: #F7A29E;font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;"><center>''Likes''</center></div></h3><br />
: <font style="color:#F7A29E;" size="3">■</font> Outdoors<br />
: <font style="color:#F7A29E;" size="3">■</font> Sweets<br />
: <font style="color:#F7A29E;" size="3">■</font> Knives<br />
: <font style="color:#F7A29E;" size="3">■</font> Pink<br />
: <font style="color:#F7A29E;" size="3">■</font> Fighting<br />
: <font style="color:#F7A29E;" size="3">■</font> Dresses<br />
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<div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #F3C6B9;font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;"><center>''Dislikes''</center></div></span></h3><br />
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: <font style="color:#F3C6B9;" size="3">■</font> Crowds (and similarly loud noises)<br />
: <font style="color:#F3C6B9;" size="3">■</font> Cowardice<br />
: <font style="color:#F3C6B9;" size="3">■</font> Cities / tribes<br />
: <font style="color:#F3C6B9;" size="3">■</font> Authority<br />
: <font style="color:#F3C6B9;" size="3">■</font> Extravagance<br />
: <font style="color:#F3C6B9;" size="3">■</font> Loneliness<br />
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<div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #FAEDDF;font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;"><center>''Skills''</center></div></span></h3><br />
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: <font style="color:#FAEDDF;" size="3">■</font> Perceptive to truer intentions<br />
: <font style="color:#FAEDDF;" size="3">■</font> Hunting<br />
: <font style="color:#FAEDDF;" size="3">■</font> Endurance or agility exercises<br />
: <font style="color:#FAEDDF;" size="3">■</font> Whittling<br />
: <font style="color:#FAEDDF;" size="3">■</font> Going, or remaining, largely unseen<br />
: <font style="color:#FAEDDF;" size="3">■</font> Singing<br />
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===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #EB9F9F;font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Appearance & Personality</div>===<br />
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: Staelufre cuts a slight figure, but nothing about her short stature is wasted. She is muscled and athletic in build, though short. Her skin is tanned and golden in complexion from both heritage and a great many days in the sun. With naturally pink hair and tail, though neither accept to being tried to tame. Her hair is fluffy and wild, and so often cut short or bound down by clips. Usually, after hunting, it's also caked in mud. Even more stunning than a girl with pink hair are her gold eyes. They glare at most of the world from behind long lashes, sharp and stripping. Even with the round face and fat, up-turned nose, the gentleness of her face is ruined by such intruding eyes.<br />
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: In almost all situations Staelufre's garbed lightly, wearing little more armor than leather. If there's any metal to her outfit, it is to reinforce weak points such as her shins or forearms. Never does Staelufre show her back, as across it is an uneven and encompassing scar that stretches from shoulders to lower back. More scars mar her arms and hands, though she also commonly wears gloves. Staelufre never goes anywhere without at least a knife, either hidden or plain, and cannot stand to equally part comfortable realms without her most precious ring.<br />
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: Staelufre most often stands slouched or with arms crossed, especially when in the presence of others. In crowds she is withdrawn, quiet and in corners. Anything more than five or six others and Staelufre simply tends to leave. She does not, under many circumstances, go into cities or crowded areas. She fears large numbers of people after being so withdrawn from civilization. It is to a point where she resents and hates any form of building or city, even at times preaching against the luxury of society. While she believes her words, she does also enjoy the luxuries that homes can provide. Beds and showers are much better than roots and cold lakes.<br />
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: In one word, a sum of her personality would be paradox. She is innocent and violent, both a hunter and likewise utterly feminine. She is harsh in her truths, and warm in her lies. Staelufre is both wise when it comes to others, and utterly ignorant in how to interact with them. Introspective, yet starved for friendship. Should anyone offer her kindness, she will eagerly drink it up and follow at their heels thereafter. Being alone for so long has both driven her to want freedom and to equally want camaraderie. <br />
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: One thing that is less fluid and contrary is her perspective on other people. People are either weak or strong, prey or hunters. Those who are prey she pities and sees no value in. Those who are hunters, she respects. Respect does not always mean Staelufre likes or trust them, however. After spending so long in the wild, she knows very well how to discern who is stronger and how to avoid confrontation. Unfortunately, she also strives to better herself at nearly every turn, so often has a deliberate cause and wish to throw herself into unfair situations just to come out stronger. This often makes her come across as rash, when the acts are in fact deliberate and she's always keenly aware of the very real danger of dying.<br />
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: If in situations when speaking to an individual person she trusts, Staelufre's personality truly shines through. Her words are eloquent and well-chosen, her loyalty is unbearably strong, and her optimism unyielding. She gives advice as best she can and admits ignorance when she cannot. Pride does, at times, keep her from asking for help when she needs it. When speaking to an individual that Staelufre dislikes, she becomes guarded and calloused. Her words are gated, capable of meaning anything, and her lies are so smooth it's impossible to tell them from the half-true metaphors. Her ability to command her emotions in front of those who she deems weaker is impressive, as is her capability of detaching value to their life. Those who are weak, in her opinion, are better off dead. Should Staelufre be speaking, however, individually with a person she doesn't yet know well, she'll always regard them in the way she would regard a new hunting territory. Assessing their weaknesses and prying for strengths, seeking the balance of their personality to determine whether or not they are worth her time.<br />
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===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #EB9F9F;font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Combat</div>===<br />
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: Staelufre does not fight other people very well. She is more akin to the hunt, to employing stealth and surprise, than to fighting others one-on-one. The thrill of battle still runs hot through her, however, and she always enjoys a good fight. Even if it means getting beaten black and blue, she'll take on an opponent if nothing more than for the experience of it. Because of her inexperience in direct combat, she relies mostly on her larger skills. This would be agility and speed. Not getting hit is the biggest name of her game, and while she can take a couple blows they wear her down quickly. Training for combat is not much in hefting weapons and striking dummies. She trains for flexibility and endurance. Running, stretching, climbing; unorthodox things that keep her body in shape but often don't translate into direct physical combat.<br />
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: Primarily, to defeat an opponent, Staelufre uses daggers. She looks for openings in armor first, and exploits any vulnerable spots. Due to being spry and nimble, reaching odd places isn't very difficult. What is difficult is getting close enough to cut without getting hit. So after a few slashes, Staelufre tends to back off and exhaust her opponent by letting them bleed out. To opponents she aims to kill rather than simply defeat, she usually aims for the neck or their gut. Blood is not something the miqo'te is shy of. If she aims to kill as well, it is even less likely that Staelufre will approach an opponent directly.<br />
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===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #EB9F9F;font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Biography</div>===<br />
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=====<div style="padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Tribal Years</div>=====<br />
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:: Born daughter of J'tyraka Nuhn in the jungles of La Noscea as J'adaeza, she had a relatively blissful childhood. Their tribe was exceedingly small, no more than forty people at once, and strictly nomadic. Primarily they traveled through La Noscea, but in her lifetime did build small crafts to carry them across the waters to find new hunting grounds in the Black Shroud. Because of the fact they were so small, it was required for every member of the tribe to be trained and responsible for many aspects of the community. From small things such as building fires, or to larger things such as teaching the children. It was expected, in her tribe, for men and women to both be able to hunt as well as mend wounds.<br />
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:: As with all the other children, being trained to be a productive member of the tribe begun as soon as infancy ended. Her life was relatively easy, for all that a nomadic tribal life could be. She did not excel very well when it came to cooking or skinning creatures. She did not have much patience to learn to stitch clothes back together, and was often scolded for playing too roughly with the other children. Yet one day, she was brought to her mother's tent and given a choice of weaponry. This would be the weapon she would wield for the rest of her life in the tribe, trained in it until it became as much part of her as a limb. Only then would she be allowed to hunt. J'adaeza chose a spear, which was too large for her scrawny form, but stubbornly kept to it.<br />
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:: To those of younger ages, one of the more experienced Tias became their teacher. He taught them how to use the weapons they chose, in a strict yet not unkind manner. J'adaeza at this time was awful with the spear. She commonly dropped it, or was much too loud when carrying it around. She was scolded almost constantly, given extra exercises to learn her weapon better, and not allowed to return to the fires until she finished them. It was punishing, but also rewarding. So early in age, she didn't become bitter by the experience, but instead elevated to enjoy the push of her body. To wield the spear was not a natural thing to the tiny pink-haired girl, but she progressed and became decent at it. Once proficient enough, the Tia then began to train her in hunting tactics and strategies. How to step quietly and place traps, the knowledge of sensing danger and so forth.<br />
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:: At ten, as is traditional in her tribe, J'adaeza was taken on her first hunting trip. She was not permitted to strike at any creatures or wander on her own. She stuck closely to the side of one of the mature hunters, and while much of what she learned was applied, she found she had much more to learn. The thrill of the hunt sunk quickly and deeply in her heart, however, and it soon took her over. She became obsessed with hunting, and decided after but a few meager years of training to dedicate her life to it.<br />
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:: This went against her tribe's custom, however. When J'adaeza's more relaxed chores and duties began to wane in favor to her hunting, she was taken aside and spoken to. At first, they only expressed concerned. Then, when she ignored their words and abandoned her other disciplines in arrogant need for the sport, they began to punish her in true. As an adolescent who, as pre-teens tend to be, was absolutely certain she knew what was best for her, J'azaeda rebelled against the obedience they demanded from her. This was not an uncommon thing at her age, even in the tribe, but it was still disruptive to a community so small. She was frustratingly single-minded and stuck to it. So one evening, after a particularly bad spat with her aunt, she decided to leave the tribe.<br />
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:: Leaving itself wasn't terribly traumatic to J'adaeza. The tribe, at the time, was on a particularly wealthy streak in the Shroud. She took a sufficient amount of foodstuffs and her spear, and set off at the opposite direction. It was liberating, for a while, until she found that one of her half-sisters trailing slowly after her. Having heard of J'adaeza's leaving, J'adisa had soon departed for her own reasoning. Guilt and familial obligation forced her to look over this other girl, who had no skill in hunting or fighting.<br />
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=====<div style="padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Death</div>=====<br />
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:: While J'adaeza and J'adisa traveled back to La Noscea, they found that life without a tribe was more difficult than previously imagined. While J'adaeza was a fair enough hunter, she was poor at every other practical application. Her rebellion became her own punishment, as her sister and her struggled to feed themselves or find proper campsites. There were many close calls to unsavory sorts and rabid beastmen, and J'adaeza gathered many colorful stories about swiping equipment from unsuspecting travelers.<br />
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:: During such a colorful tale, she managed to cross paths with the wrong sort of folk. The story involved behind to why, and how the events unfolded, tends to change with each evolution of the story in present day; suggesting a reluctance to admit why or perhaps even a true confusion as to its truth. But what she does always tell, and seem to recall accurately, is the mutilation of her back. Tossed into the sea of Vylbrand, she nearly drowned. Miracle of miracles, she survived. Washed upon the beach with her back quickly growing an infection. Time for her at this point grew wildly inconsistent. A fever over-took her and she wandered in search of shelter or help. Her body was dying, already weak from her time in the water and what she was certain had been her death. Now, she was experiencing the agony of dying all over again.<br />
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:: Here is where [[Vilsewaen Steinhoh]] rescued the dying miqo'te. She had no idea, for a long time, that she was even in the care of anyone. He tended to her in one of his camps in the lowlands of Vylbrand until she recovered enough to become lucid and aware of her situation. They spoke, and while she was still too weak to move did tell him of her sister and where their campsite had been before her near-fatal accident. J'adisa came immediately and helped Vilsewaen tend to J'adaeza. He spoke strangely, but treated them kindly, and offered more than enough hospitality that they felt comfortable staying at his side.<br />
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====<div style="padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Rebirth</div>====<br />
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:: Though the two half-sisters did not intend to stay with Vilsewaen long, his proficiency of living alone was more than they had. When he offered to teach them, they ended up agreeing. Thus it was that the two came under his tutelage, and the tutelage became something more. His patience and lack of social skills were precisely the right combination of dry and kind that the two bonded with. So when Vilsewaen, the wandering hermit that he is, said he was climbing higher to the La Noscean mountains he took J'adaeza and J'adisa with him.<br />
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:: There is where J'adaeza's birth into Staelufre became apparent. Though she may had been on the physical brink of death before, with Vilsewaen's help she finally accepted that she will never again be part of a tribe. And as the hermit accepted these two lost girls into his care, he gave to them his traditions and philosophies as well. So J'adaeza and J'adisa came to be known, respectively, as Staelufre Lysmerl and Siehrova Brynstymm. The women were encouraged to be free and study whatever pursuit came to their heart, while their new father ensured their welfare and ability to look after themselves. So they developed into two opposites. Where Staelufre was wild, Siehrova was patient: Where Staelufre learned and strengthened her body, Siehrova was curious and expanded her mind. The two were dawn and dusk, and they both loved Vilsewaen as if he were the sky itself.<br />
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:: The three were very happy for a long time. As was his nature, Vilsewaen would often leave the two to wander. Even attached to others, he was still a hermit at heart. But Staelufre and Siehrova did not seem to mind. Their growth became exponential as they explored the mountains of La Noscea, alone and away from any civilization. The two bonded until their differences expanded and then compounded, both taking pieces of each other until neither were sure which one began and the other ended. These are the happiest memories to Staelufre, with her ever-present sister and her wayward father. Each so dear to her that she would have rather died than be left without them in the world.<br />
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:: Eventually Staelufre and Siehrova left La Noscea. Vilsewaen went with them as far as the Shroud, and from there they wandered to Coerthas. The cold weather did not suit Siehrova, but the stars fascinated her sister. Staelufre had always been fascinated by stars and their clarity in these northern grounds stole her heart away. They wandered wherever they wished, though often returned to their "home" in the mountains.<br />
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====<div style="padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">The Calamity</div>====<br />
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:: About four years before the Calamity fell, Vilsewaen took in another rogue soul. While Staelufre isn't sure where the old man found [[Renee Becquerel]] - who was then Renaud - he certainly came to become a large figurehead for the elezen. The then-named Wakkeyha Syngronn became Vilsewaen's apprentice. This excited the first time Staelufre ever felt jealousy in another person. She had always thought of her father as belonging to their family, and here was an interloper to steal Vilsewaen's time and ideals away from their already precious moments. It frustrated her, and she harbored equal envy that Renee had the Echo while she did not. So when the Garlean forces threatened their doorstep and Renee announced her leave, Staelufre was overjoyed... until Vilsewaen announced he was leaving as well.<br />
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:: She remained in the mountains of La Noscea until after Dalamud hit. Then she waited longer for Vilsewaen to return. Eventually, she became too anxious and left - parting with Siehrova for the first time in years. She traveled, seeing the cruelty and savagery that was brought on with total desolation. While uninterested in helping cities to rebuild and regrow, she did know that her skills as a hunter would do many well. So Staelufre took up many odd jobs, expanding her skills and honing her ability as a hunter to be met by the need and demand of others.<br />
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:: This continued until the ships were rebuilt and the island reconnected to the rest of Eorzea. Then Staelufre left, wanderlust unable to be sated. She continued to work as a hunter for hire for a small time, building a thin and unimportant network of people who knew her by face if not by name. She abandoned it, however, when Revenant's Toll was being formed. Instead she returned to Siehrova and two journeyed there, to a place where Siehrova's genius and thirsty for knowledge could be met on a frontier that would also excite her more than any dusty library. For a time, Staelufre remained in Mor Dhona withe her sister. She did little other than wander and explore, doting upon her other half until such time that she became too thirsty for the hunt again.<br />
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====<div style="padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Present</div>====<br />
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:: So she left. She regathered her structure of hunting for meager favors or bits of gil, for things that she could not make or find herself in the wild. This was when she came to find, from Vilsewaen, that the long-left apprentice Renee Becquerel had started a Free Company. While the name the Coral Sea was appeasing to her, what truly interested her was the name of their home. It was named in her honor, supposedly, and while her desire to be free and away from any form of civilization was strong... the compulsion to see such a strange thing was stronger. So Staelufre wandered for her first time into the Mist, and quickly became lost.<br />
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:: This was where she met [[L'aenoh Tia]]. Through a quick spiral of events, he introduced her to many others of the Coral Sea. Their relationship becoming something strong, she remained near to the Mist - begrudgingly - to also remain near him. Her first impression of the people was unpleasant. They commonly referred to her as "Zhen's replacement" or "stray", and it happened so often and with so much repetition she accepted it as the views of all those who lived within walls. Dejected and hurt by their actions and calloused attitudes, Staelufre withdrew even further from any want to be apart of the Coral Sea or its people.<br />
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:: It took much convincing and debate before L'aenoh was able to get Staelufre to join the Coral Sea's roster. She still argues that she's not properly a member. In her eyes, she has never been fully socially accepted. Yet she is officially documented in their applications, so is technically a member. Being with the Coral Sea has expanded those she met, as well, to most everyone that she currently knows. While she disappears for long times to hunt or do whatever else she wishes, she does commonly return to the Free Company house either for its luxuries or its company.<br />
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:: Even more recent, she's been traveling to the Goblet on a frequency basis. There is a select few of people who have caught her interest, and that she's certain hold answers they may not be sure that they have. As ever, she has a habit of finding ill fortune and then diving into it even deeper.<br />
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* She has a habit of naming people, and will eagerly explain the names she's given and their meaning to great detail.<br />
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* Her favorite food is cake. Specifically rolanberry and chocolate flavored.<br />
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* Odds are, if someone's in good standing with her, she will do almost anything that they request of her.<br />
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* If you give her sweets, expect her to always look to you for more. (Don't feed stray cats, kids!)<br />
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''Some of these rumors are untrue or are greatly exaggerated. Please feel free to add your own rumors under PC!''<br />
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<div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #90AB76;">◢ Common and easily overheard, use freely</div></b><br />
: <font style="color:#90AB76;" size="3">■</font> "She's odd. Doesn't speak well, and ran off soon as she got her booze. At least she paid," <i>Merchant at Aleport</i><br />
: <font style="color:#90AB76;" size="3">■</font> "Ah, aye, I know 'er. Got charged with poaching once. I remember, 'cause next day we found a couple of Redbellies hangin' from the trees not far off the road. Took forever to get 'em down," <i>Woodwailer in Central Shroud</i><br />
: <font style="color:#90AB76;" size="3">■</font> "Yeah, she comes through here often. Sometimes she doesn't have gil and ends up having to barter pieces of jewelry. Her boyfriend or husband or someone always comes around a day or two later to buy the jewelry back," <i>Ferryman at Vesper Bay</i><br />
: <font style="color:#90AB76;" size="3">■</font> "Sometimes she stops here, but never to take a chocobo. Avoids the damn things like the plague," <i>Any Choco-keep in the Sanctuaries</i><br />
: <font style="color:#90AB76;" size="3">■</font> "I keep telling her: No fishing in the ponds! You know what, when you find her, tell her that for me!" <i>Frustrated Added in Lavender Beds</i><br />
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<b><div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #F37E1D;">◢ Moderately difficult to overhear, use sparingly or ask first</div></b><br />
: <font style="color:#F37E1D;" size="3">■</font> "She's a poor thing. Sometimes she likes to soak in the waters here before she goes to trade over by the Wanderer's Palace. Her back is just a travesty for something so cute," <i>Worker at Camp Bronze Lake</i><br />
: <font style="color:#F37E1D;" size="3">■</font> "You know, it's funny, I saw 'er 'round 'ere a lot. Just hangin' out, talkin' to th' farmers. Then up an' disappears. Ain't seen 'er since," <i>Farmer at Summerford Farms</i><br />
: <font style="color:#F37E1D;" size="3">■</font> "Ah, yeah, I've seen her. Well, heard is more like... Those two cats are damned loud..." <i>Grimacing Yellowjacket Who Works Near the Eyes</i><br />
: <font style="color:#F37E1D;" size="3">■</font> "That pink one? She comes in about once a moon to buy some cake. Real skittish, but always tips well!" <i>Chef in the Bismark</i><br />
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<b><div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #D83018;">◢ Very difficult or rarely overheard, ask before using</div></b><br />
: <font style="color:#D83018;" size="3">■</font> "I don't know why, but sometimes she leaves offerings at Thal's Shrine. Won't speak to anyone, either. Just walks in and spends a few bells in silence only to leave," <i>Brass Blade on Highbridge</i><br />
: <font style="color:#D83018;" size="3">■</font> "Is the damnest thing. She looks just like one of my tribe sisters... But I could have sworn her dead," <i>Hard-working Tia in Wineport</i><br />
: <font style="color:#D83018;" size="3">■</font> "I know the name. Commissioned some unique weapons. All pretty confidential, I'm afraid," <i>Blacksmith in Limsa Lominsa</i><br />
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<b><div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #aac5b4;">◢ PC Rumors (Rumors from the character's of other players)</div></b><br />
: <font style="color:#aac5b4;" size="3">■</font> "This is an example," <i>Nobody</i><br />
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: <center><font style="color:#000000;" size="3">♥</font> Physical Attraction <font style="color:#F02311;" size="3">♥</font> Romantic Desire <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font> Platonic Love</center> <br />
: <center><font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> Good Standing <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> Neutral <font style="color:#C24640;" size="3">●</font> Poor Standing</center><br />
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: <font style="color:#F02311;" size="3">♥</font> <font style="color:#000000;" size="3">♥</font> [[L'aenoh Tia]]: "Ganzjaega Riklifaeld" : A man she met in the Mist. Their beginnings were rather rough, though both held an attraction for the other since the moment they met. After some struggle with a rather cruel Keeper named Hnaba, they came together and bonded in a way neither expected. Ever since, the two have been inseparable. Staelufre has come to love him in true. She has no plans to deviate from his side, and goes to great lengths to ensure his safety.<br />
: <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font> [[Vilsewaen Steinhoh]]: Her father, her mentor, her brother. He is the person Staelufre respects the most in her life, and strives to be like. It is a constant disappointment to her that she cannot follow in his footsteps, or become precisely alike him. Almost everything she does is to give him pride and prove herself worthy in his eyes.<br />
: <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font> [[Siehrova Brynstymm]]: Her sister. Staelufre is wildly protective of her intelligent and kind kin. Their shared history has forged their bond into something that is unbreakable. She values Siehrova for her intelligence and quick wit, and admires her for being able to do so many things that she cannot even conceive possible. While her sister works on various projects in Mor Dhona, almost always consisting of magitek, Staelufre makes sure to provide her sister with every comfort and need she could ask for.<br />
: <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font> [[Renaud Becquerel]]: "Wakkeyha Syngronn" : Her brother, her rival. He is the apprentice of her father and his natural affinity to truth and ownership of the Echo has made Wakkeyha the favorite of Vilsewaen. In this, Staelufre is constantly jealous of him and irritated of his natural prowess with mysticism. She sees in him all the things she wishes she can be, and he is blissfully ignorant of such facts. His fawning and doting over Staelufre as his own sister only makes her feel guilty of this, and oddly endeared to the man she names brother.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Jancis Milburga]]: "Solkeim Brynroega" : Her friend. Jancis and she first met through L'aenoh, and the healer has proved nothing but kind and stalwart. Even in the heat of battle or its gross after-effects, the woman never seems to waver. Even in the grossest of situations, Jancis is a shining beacon for her to orient herself. Staelufre remains loyal to her, and has never had cause to question this. She plans to ever be.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Ja'ren A'lenthin]]: "Arengybet Haerzhylt" : Their relationship begun on a rocky note. Miscommunication and estranged feelings made the two incapable of seeing eye-to-eye at first. Yet, when entrusting Ja'ren with a mysterious Void artefact, the two began a strange journey that solidified their friendship. Unexpected circumstances brought them even closer, and Ja'ren teaches her much of her magick and control over it. She ever admired Ja'ren, though also finds him foolish at times.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Tiergan Vashir]]: "Wynztier Eifaufre" : A recent friend to Staelufre, but a strong one. Originally a strange man, she became endeared to him after a long talk about the Lotus. Some of his earnest personality began to shine, and with it Staelufre saw someone of noble heart. She has since followed him throughout much of Eorzea on bizarre adventures to save friends or return them home. Every time they speak, she finds her respect for him growing. And also a sister-like desire to scold him for so often succumbing to his emotions.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Zaius Rhal'seer]]: "Doenruht Formnwust" : Staelufre's teacher. After Zaius insulted her mate by beating him in battle and tying him to a bed, she sought Zaius out to seek revenge. With original intentions of killing him, she was instead impressed by his technique and strength. After agreeing to teach her, and a couple lessons, she's come to trust the Keeper entirely. He shows to her an amount of care and yet willingness to let her learn. Because of that, she gives him an amount of blind faith many would advise against.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Teld're Eska'aldren]]: "Myrganais Gesprheti" : The seer, as she called him, is a strange and recent friend. He is mercurial and ever-shifting. In just one sun, she saw many sides to the man and is fascinated by each of them. She doesn't quite understand why, but some how Teld're has already earned her trust. Not only this, but she's begun to learn of a mystery that invokes her unyielding curiosity.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font><font style="color:#000000;" size="3">♥</font> [[Telos]]: "Guolstyrm Grymhoh" : Someone who holds the answers to many of her questions. He's treated her fairly, and kindly, and for this she holds to him a sense of loyalty. There's something that makes others frightened of him, however, so she is subtly wary of what his presence can bring. She also has an irrational and utterly dorky schoolgirl crush on him.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[J'azhar Tia]]: Introduced to her through Sylas, the young member of Jackal tribe was originally supposed to be a source of information. He quickly charmed her not only with a sense of his kindness for their mutual friends, but also his innocent manner of speech. They spoke of not only the more grim things, but also of lighter topics that soon left her laughing and delighted. It seems their friend circles have merged, for which Staelufre is only thankful, as she's ultimately fond of J'azhar's fretting and warm personality.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Leanne Delphium]]: The appointed "best friend". After having scolded Staelufre on ill social behavior, L'aenoh assigned the two of them to be friends from then on out. It's been somewhat uncertain ground, but the hat-clad woman is such a different presence that Staelufre help but agree she's fine friend material. Much is unknown about Leanne, though she manages to keep amusing Staelufre.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Faolan Woodlock]]: "Nezelcwin" : A man she hardly knows. He smells of campfire smoke and forests. This initial impression leads Staelufre to wanting to know more. After recent events that led her to witness Faolan's way of healing, and the knowledge he witnessed Dhemgeim's death, she's only more intent on prying beneath that mask of his.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[R'sass Thras]]: Her student. A young miqo'te whose tribe has disbanded, she was intent on learning to hunt. The reverence Sass has for her is baffling and, as she believes it, misguided. But it is still a pleasant and entertaining thing to teach another her methods of hunting.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[R'ostam Tia]]: Relative to R'sass, Staelufre finds him hot-headed and brash. His silent behavior, she knows, is entirely a front for a confused and conflicted young man. She hopes to teach him a little of fighting, though also knows that she is by far the least capable of giving him what he needs to know to make a better life outside the tribe.<br />
: <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> [[Memeli Meli]]: "Toffvann" : A powerful lalafell and magnificent braggart. She holds little respect for this person, but does recognize in her the potential to do much. They haven't shared much but in passing, though Memeli's ability to find trouble and also find her way out is always worthy of admiration.<br />
: <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> [[Finecia Hawke]]: "Blahntrachyn" : A peculiar hyur. Staelufre does not trust Finecia in the way she would never fully trust a dragon. Though she wears her past plainly, there is always an uncertainty to what happening in Finecia's mind. She is, at least, a reliable healer.<br />
: <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> [[R'lexia Thras]]: "Lihtleita" : A quiet miqo'te who has not revealed much about herself. While she is Finecia's mate, Staelufre is not yet sure of Lexia's mettle. She seems determined, but there is a weakness and hesitance in her actions that makes Staelufre wonder.<br />
: <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> [[Chaska Dakwhil]]: "Tenkoeya" : Ja'ren's mate and a person Staelufre always wonders about. While mute, her wisdom and cunning is unprecedented. Or because it is because of her inability to talk that Chaska has a way of thinking unparalleled. Either way, Staelufre owes deep respect to Chaska, though knows the two of them are unlikely to ever become friends.<br />
: <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> [[Franz Renatus]]: "Iyrnfystsyn" : After having dealt with an unpleasant elezen, the two came to a mutual understanding. She does not truly wonder after the man, but does at times wonder at his strength. He has, at the very least, the presence enough for her to take his word as truth.<br />
: <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> [[Oscare Iono]]: "Blanabrenn" : Another she knows to be a Garlean. She does not particularly care for this dark-skinned hyur, but he has never done anything to upset her either. At best, she knows him as Jancis' friend.<br />
: <font style="color:#C24640;" size="3">●</font> [[Tausenadel Geispyrsyn]]: "Wybhaerz" : An officer of the Coral Sea. Upon their first meeting, he seemed kind enough, though at their second and every meeting after, he insists on calling her "Stray". Staelufre has expressed her displeasure with this sentiment, and refuses to forgive him for being unable to listen to her or respect her.<br />
: <font style="color:#C24640;" size="3">●</font> [[Sigurd Rainecourt]]: "Bremlohr" : A pitiful little hyur. His weakness makes her dislike and distaste for him very obvious. She thinks that it is a shame, for he has many strong allies, but will never reach to such heights himself.<br />
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: Tumblr: http://stillshore.tumblr.com<br />
: Voiceclaim: [http://youtu.be/TpUP0jjicqY You Are the Moon - The Hush Sound]<br />
: Theme Music: [http://youtu.be/VKrYOUhOeaI Hope in the Air - Laura Marling]<br />
: Theme Music: [http://youtu.be/6k8es2BNloE Little Black Submarines - The Black Keys]<br />
: Theme Music: [http://youtu.be/TybeFBV7awc Upside Down - Paloma Faith]<br />
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: Template by [[Bancroft Gairn]]</div>Dhemgeimhttps://wiki.ffxiv-roleplayers.com/index.php?title=Staelufre_Lysmerl&diff=76375Staelufre Lysmerl2015-02-20T01:43:42Z<p>Dhemgeim: </p>
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{{Infobox-character<br />
| name = Staelufre Lysmerl<br />
| image = Staewikiprofile.png<br />
| imagewidth = 250<br />
| caption = "May prey find your path."<br />
| gender = Female<br />
| citizenship = N/A<br />
| race = Miqo'te<br />
| clan = Seeker of the Sun<br />
| stat_1 = Age<br />
| stat_1_value = Mid-twenties<br />
| stat_2 = Sexuality<br />
| stat_2_value = Heterosexual<br />
| stat_3 = Occupation<br />
| stat_3_value = Hunter<br />
| stat_4 = Height/Weight<br />
| stat_4_value = 5 fulms, 0 ilms / 110 ponze<br />
| stat_5 = Diety <br />
| stat_5_value = Halone, the Fury<br />
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'''Staelufre Lysmerl''' (pronounced /stail-OU-frey LEES-mar-ill/) was born on 10th Sun of the 5th Umbral Era (October 10th). Her name means "Still Shore of the Bright Sea". She is a miqo'te who was born to one of the vagrant Jackal tribes in La Noscea, wandering through much of Eorzea with them during her childhood. She has kept the affinity to remaining in the wilderness over any form of civilization to this day, and has a very odd way of speaking.<br />
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===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #EB9F9F;font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Basic Info</div>===<br />
Not everyone can understand or relate to Staelufre. This is, at times, exceedingly frustrating to her. She speaks with a parlance that was invented and perfected by a hermit, and thus the mannerisms she uses are very foreign and often leading to misunderstanding. She has, however, been getting lessons on how to speak easier and has begun to become acquainted with a more common cant. Only adding to her oddities, she will avoid cities at a very unreasonable rate. At times, she also forgoes the comfort of houses and chooses to disappear into the wilderness for suns at a time. She prefers alcohol and fighting to any sort of minimal comfort, and excels in agility over brute strength or magick. Because Staelufre is terrible at remembering names, she often gives people her own "nicknames" derived from the roegadyn language.<br />
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:<small>''"He is prey; weak, frightened and unable to fight his way free. He becomes terrified and runs into the briars, then complains when they get caught in his fur. Such rabbits do not deserve pity, or mercy."''<br />
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:''"Oft, you are taken by the deep and churning tides. As they pull you below, to tumble you about, you must not fight. The sea is as nourishing as she is treacherous."''<br />
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:''"I find no small comfort in the shores of my kin. The apprentice and his bannermen honor me with mine namesake, but it is ever the freedom of the sea that I give myself to."''</small><br />
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: <font style="color:#F7A29E;" size="3">■</font> Outdoors<br />
: <font style="color:#F7A29E;" size="3">■</font> Sweets<br />
: <font style="color:#F7A29E;" size="3">■</font> Knives<br />
: <font style="color:#F7A29E;" size="3">■</font> Pink<br />
: <font style="color:#F7A29E;" size="3">■</font> Fighting<br />
: <font style="color:#F7A29E;" size="3">■</font> Dresses<br />
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: <font style="color:#F3C6B9;" size="3">■</font> Crowds (and similarly loud noises)<br />
: <font style="color:#F3C6B9;" size="3">■</font> Cowardice<br />
: <font style="color:#F3C6B9;" size="3">■</font> Cities / tribes<br />
: <font style="color:#F3C6B9;" size="3">■</font> Authority<br />
: <font style="color:#F3C6B9;" size="3">■</font> Extravagance<br />
: <font style="color:#F3C6B9;" size="3">■</font> Loneliness<br />
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: <font style="color:#FAEDDF;" size="3">■</font> Perceptive to truer intentions<br />
: <font style="color:#FAEDDF;" size="3">■</font> Hunting<br />
: <font style="color:#FAEDDF;" size="3">■</font> Endurance or agility exercises<br />
: <font style="color:#FAEDDF;" size="3">■</font> Whittling<br />
: <font style="color:#FAEDDF;" size="3">■</font> Going, or remaining, largely unseen<br />
: <font style="color:#FAEDDF;" size="3">■</font> Singing<br />
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===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #EB9F9F;font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Appearance & Personality</div>===<br />
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: Staelufre cuts a slight figure, but nothing about her short stature is wasted. She is muscled and athletic in build, though short. Her skin is tanned and golden in complexion from both heritage and a great many days in the sun. With naturally pink hair and tail, though neither accept to being tried to tame. Her hair is fluffy and wild, and so often cut short or bound down by clips. Usually, after hunting, it's also caked in mud. Even more stunning than a girl with pink hair are her gold eyes. They glare at most of the world from behind long lashes, sharp and stripping. Even with the round face and fat, up-turned nose, the gentleness of her face is ruined by such intruding eyes.<br />
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: In almost all situations Staelufre's garbed lightly, wearing little more armor than leather. If there's any metal to her outfit, it is to reinforce weak points such as her shins or forearms. Never does Staelufre show her back, as across it is an uneven and encompassing scar that stretches from shoulders to lower back. More scars mar her arms and hands, though she also commonly wears gloves. Staelufre never goes anywhere without at least a knife, either hidden or plain, and cannot stand to equally part comfortable realms without her most precious ring.<br />
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: Staelufre most often stands slouched or with arms crossed, especially when in the presence of others. In crowds she is withdrawn, quiet and in corners. Anything more than five or six others and Staelufre simply tends to leave. She does not, under many circumstances, go into cities or crowded areas. She fears large numbers of people after being so withdrawn from civilization. It is to a point where she resents and hates any form of building or city, even at times preaching against the luxury of society. While she believes her words, she does also enjoy the luxuries that homes can provide. Beds and showers are much better than roots and cold lakes.<br />
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: In one word, a sum of her personality would be paradox. She is innocent and violent, both a hunter and likewise utterly feminine. She is harsh in her truths, and warm in her lies. Staelufre is both wise when it comes to others, and utterly ignorant in how to interact with them. Introspective, yet starved for friendship. Should anyone offer her kindness, she will eagerly drink it up and follow at their heels thereafter. Being alone for so long has both driven her to want freedom and to equally want camaraderie. <br />
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: One thing that is less fluid and contrary is her perspective on other people. People are either weak or strong, prey or hunters. Those who are prey she pities and sees no value in. Those who are hunters, she respects. Respect does not always mean Staelufre likes or trust them, however. After spending so long in the wild, she knows very well how to discern who is stronger and how to avoid confrontation. Unfortunately, she also strives to better herself at nearly every turn, so often has a deliberate cause and wish to throw herself into unfair situations just to come out stronger. This often makes her come across as rash, when the acts are in fact deliberate and she's always keenly aware of the very real danger of dying.<br />
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: If in situations when speaking to an individual person she trusts, Staelufre's personality truly shines through. Her words are eloquent and well-chosen, her loyalty is unbearably strong, and her optimism unyielding. She gives advice as best she can and admits ignorance when she cannot. Pride does, at times, keep her from asking for help when she needs it. When speaking to an individual that Staelufre dislikes, she becomes guarded and calloused. Her words are gated, capable of meaning anything, and her lies are so smooth it's impossible to tell them from the half-true metaphors. Her ability to command her emotions in front of those who she deems weaker is impressive, as is her capability of detaching value to their life. Those who are weak, in her opinion, are better off dead. Should Staelufre be speaking, however, individually with a person she doesn't yet know well, she'll always regard them in the way she would regard a new hunting territory. Assessing their weaknesses and prying for strengths, seeking the balance of their personality to determine whether or not they are worth her time.<br />
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: Staelufre does not fight other people very well. She is more akin to the hunt, to employing stealth and surprise, than to fighting others one-on-one. The thrill of battle still runs hot through her, however, and she always enjoys a good fight. Even if it means getting beaten black and blue, she'll take on an opponent if nothing more than for the experience of it. Because of her inexperience in direct combat, she relies mostly on her larger skills. This would be agility and speed. Not getting hit is the biggest name of her game, and while she can take a couple blows they wear her down quickly. Training for combat is not much in hefting weapons and striking dummies. She trains for flexibility and endurance. Running, stretching, climbing; unorthodox things that keep her body in shape but often don't translate into direct physical combat.<br />
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: Primarily, to defeat an opponent, Staelufre uses daggers. She looks for openings in armor first, and exploits any vulnerable spots. Due to being spry and nimble, reaching odd places isn't very difficult. What is difficult is getting close enough to cut without getting hit. So after a few slashes, Staelufre tends to back off and exhaust her opponent by letting them bleed out. To opponents she aims to kill rather than simply defeat, she usually aims for the neck or their gut. Blood is not something the miqo'te is shy of. If she aims to kill as well, it is even less likely that Staelufre will approach an opponent directly.<br />
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===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #EB9F9F;font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Biography</div>===<br />
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=====<div style="padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Tribal Years</div>=====<br />
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:: Born daughter of J'tyraka Nuhn in the jungles of La Noscea as J'adaeza, she had a relatively blissful childhood. Their tribe was exceedingly small, no more than forty people at once, and strictly nomadic. Primarily they traveled through La Noscea, but in her lifetime did build small crafts to carry them across the waters to find new hunting grounds in the Black Shroud. Because of the fact they were so small, it was required for every member of the tribe to be trained and responsible for many aspects of the community. From small things such as building fires, or to larger things such as teaching the children. It was expected, in her tribe, for men and women to both be able to hunt as well as mend wounds.<br />
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:: As with all the other children, being trained to be a productive member of the tribe begun as soon as infancy ended. Her life was relatively easy, for all that a nomadic tribal life could be. She did not excel very well when it came to cooking or skinning creatures. She did not have much patience to learn to stitch clothes back together, and was often scolded for playing too roughly with the other children. Yet one day, she was brought to her mother's tent and given a choice of weaponry. This would be the weapon she would wield for the rest of her life in the tribe, trained in it until it became as much part of her as a limb. Only then would she be allowed to hunt. J'adaeza chose a spear, which was too large for her scrawny form, but stubbornly kept to it.<br />
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:: To those of younger ages, one of the more experienced Tias became their teacher. He taught them how to use the weapons they chose, in a strict yet not unkind manner. J'adaeza at this time was awful with the spear. She commonly dropped it, or was much too loud when carrying it around. She was scolded almost constantly, given extra exercises to learn her weapon better, and not allowed to return to the fires until she finished them. It was punishing, but also rewarding. So early in age, she didn't become bitter by the experience, but instead elevated to enjoy the push of her body. To wield the spear was not a natural thing to the tiny pink-haired girl, but she progressed and became decent at it. Once proficient enough, the Tia then began to train her in hunting tactics and strategies. How to step quietly and place traps, the knowledge of sensing danger and so forth.<br />
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:: At ten, as is traditional in her tribe, J'adaeza was taken on her first hunting trip. She was not permitted to strike at any creatures or wander on her own. She stuck closely to the side of one of the mature hunters, and while much of what she learned was applied, she found she had much more to learn. The thrill of the hunt sunk quickly and deeply in her heart, however, and it soon took her over. She became obsessed with hunting, and decided after but a few meager years of training to dedicate her life to it.<br />
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:: This went against her tribe's custom, however. When J'adaeza's more relaxed chores and duties began to wane in favor to her hunting, she was taken aside and spoken to. At first, they only expressed concerned. Then, when she ignored their words and abandoned her other disciplines in arrogant need for the sport, they began to punish her in true. As an adolescent who, as pre-teens tend to be, was absolutely certain she knew what was best for her, J'azaeda rebelled against the obedience they demanded from her. This was not an uncommon thing at her age, even in the tribe, but it was still disruptive to a community so small. She was frustratingly single-minded and stuck to it. So one evening, after a particularly bad spat with her aunt, she decided to leave the tribe.<br />
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:: Leaving itself wasn't terribly traumatic to J'adaeza. The tribe, at the time, was on a particularly wealthy streak in the Shroud. She took a sufficient amount of foodstuffs and her spear, and set off at the opposite direction. It was liberating, for a while, until she found that one of her half-sisters trailing slowly after her. Having heard of J'adaeza's leaving, J'adisa had soon departed for her own reasoning. Guilt and familial obligation forced her to look over this other girl, who had no skill in hunting or fighting.<br />
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=====<div style="padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Death</div>=====<br />
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:: While J'adaeza and J'adisa traveled back to La Noscea, they found that life without a tribe was more difficult than previously imagined. While J'adaeza was a fair enough hunter, she was poor at every other practical application. Her rebellion became her own punishment, as her sister and her struggled to feed themselves or find proper campsites. There were many close calls to unsavory sorts and rabid beastmen, and J'adaeza gathered many colorful stories about swiping equipment from unsuspecting travelers.<br />
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:: During such a colorful tale, she managed to cross paths with the wrong sort of folk. The story involved behind to why, and how the events unfolded, tends to change with each evolution of the story in present day; suggesting a reluctance to admit why or perhaps even a true confusion as to its truth. But what she does always tell, and seem to recall accurately, is the mutilation of her back. Tossed into the sea of Vylbrand, she nearly drowned. Miracle of miracles, she survived. Washed upon the beach with her back quickly growing an infection. Time for her at this point grew wildly inconsistent. A fever over-took her and she wandered in search of shelter or help. Her body was dying, already weak from her time in the water and what she was certain had been her death. Now, she was experiencing the agony of dying all over again.<br />
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:: Here is where [[Vilsewaen Steinhoh]] rescued the dying miqo'te. She had no idea, for a long time, that she was even in the care of anyone. He tended to her in one of his camps in the lowlands of Vylbrand until she recovered enough to become lucid and aware of her situation. They spoke, and while she was still too weak to move did tell him of her sister and where their campsite had been before her near-fatal accident. J'adisa came immediately and helped Vilsewaen tend to J'adaeza. He spoke strangely, but treated them kindly, and offered more than enough hospitality that they felt comfortable staying at his side.<br />
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====<div style="padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Rebirth</div>====<br />
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:: Though the two half-sisters did not intend to stay with Vilsewaen long, his proficiency of living alone was more than they had. When he offered to teach them, they ended up agreeing. Thus it was that the two came under his tutelage, and the tutelage became something more. His patience and lack of social skills were precisely the right combination of dry and kind that the two bonded with. So when Vilsewaen, the wandering hermit that he is, said he was climbing higher to the La Noscean mountains he took J'adaeza and J'adisa with him.<br />
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:: There is where J'adaeza's birth into Staelufre became apparent. Though she may had been on the physical brink of death before, with Vilsewaen's help she finally accepted that she will never again be part of a tribe. And as the hermit accepted these two lost girls into his care, he gave to them his traditions and philosophies as well. So J'adaeza and J'adisa came to be known, respectively, as Staelufre Lysmerl and Siehrova Brynstymm. The women were encouraged to be free and study whatever pursuit came to their heart, while their new father ensured their welfare and ability to look after themselves. So they developed into two opposites. Where Staelufre was wild, Siehrova was patient: Where Staelufre learned and strengthened her body, Siehrova was curious and expanded her mind. The two were dawn and dusk, and they both loved Vilsewaen as if he were the sky itself.<br />
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:: The three were very happy for a long time. As was his nature, Vilsewaen would often leave the two to wander. Even attached to others, he was still a hermit at heart. But Staelufre and Siehrova did not seem to mind. Their growth became exponential as they explored the mountains of La Noscea, alone and away from any civilization. The two bonded until their differences expanded and then compounded, both taking pieces of each other until neither were sure which one began and the other ended. These are the happiest memories to Staelufre, with her ever-present sister and her wayward father. Each so dear to her that she would have rather died than be left without them in the world.<br />
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:: Eventually Staelufre and Siehrova left La Noscea. Vilsewaen went with them as far as the Shroud, and from there they wandered to Coerthas. The cold weather did not suit Siehrova, but the stars fascinated her sister. Staelufre had always been fascinated by stars and their clarity in these northern grounds stole her heart away. They wandered wherever they wished, though often returned to their "home" in the mountains.<br />
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====<div style="padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">The Calamity</div>====<br />
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:: About four years before the Calamity fell, Vilsewaen took in another rogue soul. While Staelufre isn't sure where the old man found [[Renee Becquerel]] - who was then Renaud - he certainly came to become a large figurehead for the elezen. The then-named Wakkeyha Syngronn became Vilsewaen's apprentice. This excited the first time Staelufre ever felt jealousy in another person. She had always thought of her father as belonging to their family, and here was an interloper to steal Vilsewaen's time and ideals away from their already precious moments. It frustrated her, and she harbored equal envy that Renee had the Echo while she did not. So when the Garlean forces threatened their doorstep and Renee announced her leave, Staelufre was overjoyed... until Vilsewaen announced he was leaving as well.<br />
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:: She remained in the mountains of La Noscea until after Dalamud hit. Then she waited longer for Vilsewaen to return. Eventually, she became too anxious and left - parting with Siehrova for the first time in years. She traveled, seeing the cruelty and savagery that was brought on with total desolation. While uninterested in helping cities to rebuild and regrow, she did know that her skills as a hunter would do many well. So Staelufre took up many odd jobs, expanding her skills and honing her ability as a hunter to be met by the need and demand of others.<br />
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:: This continued until the ships were rebuilt and the island reconnected to the rest of Eorzea. Then Staelufre left, wanderlust unable to be sated. She continued to work as a hunter for hire for a small time, building a thin and unimportant network of people who knew her by face if not by name. She abandoned it, however, when Revenant's Toll was being formed. Instead she returned to Siehrova and two journeyed there, to a place where Siehrova's genius and thirsty for knowledge could be met on a frontier that would also excite her more than any dusty library. For a time, Staelufre remained in Mor Dhona withe her sister. She did little other than wander and explore, doting upon her other half until such time that she became too thirsty for the hunt again.<br />
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====<div style="padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Present</div>====<br />
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:: So she left. She regathered her structure of hunting for meager favors or bits of gil, for things that she could not make or find herself in the wild. This was when she came to find, from Vilsewaen, that the long-left apprentice Renee Becquerel had started a Free Company. While the name the Coral Sea was appeasing to her, what truly interested her was the name of their home. It was named in her honor, supposedly, and while her desire to be free and away from any form of civilization was strong... the compulsion to see such a strange thing was stronger. So Staelufre wandered for her first time into the Mist, and quickly became lost.<br />
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:: This was where she met [[L'aenoh Tia]]. Through a quick spiral of events, he introduced her to many others of the Coral Sea. Their relationship becoming something strong, she remained near to the Mist - begrudgingly - to also remain near him. Her first impression of the people was unpleasant. They commonly referred to her as "Zhen's replacement" or "stray", and it happened so often and with so much repetition she accepted it as the views of all those who lived within walls. Dejected and hurt by their actions and calloused attitudes, Staelufre withdrew even further from any want to be apart of the Coral Sea or its people.<br />
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:: It took much convincing and debate before L'aenoh was able to get Staelufre to join the Coral Sea's roster. She still argues that she's not properly a member. In her eyes, she has never been fully socially accepted. Yet she is officially documented in their applications, so is technically a member. Being with the Coral Sea has expanded those she met, as well, to most everyone that she currently knows. While she disappears for long times to hunt or do whatever else she wishes, she does commonly return to the Free Company house either for its luxuries or its company.<br />
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:: Even more recent, she's been traveling to the Goblet on a frequency basis. There is a select few of people who have caught her interest, and that she's certain hold answers they may not be sure that they have. As ever, she has a habit of finding ill fortune and then diving into it even deeper.<br />
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* She has a habit of naming people, and will eagerly explain the names she's given and their meaning to great detail.<br />
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* Her favorite food is cake. Specifically rolanberry and chocolate flavored.<br />
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* Odds are, if someone's in good standing with her, she will do almost anything that they request of her.<br />
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* If you give her sweets, expect her to always look to you for more. (Don't feed stray cats, kids!)<br />
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''Some of these rumors are untrue or are greatly exaggerated. Please feel free to add your own rumors under PC!''<br />
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<div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #90AB76;">◢ Common and easily overheard, use freely</div></b><br />
: <font style="color:#90AB76;" size="3">■</font> "She's odd. Doesn't speak well, and ran off soon as she got her booze. At least she paid," <i>Merchant at Aleport</i><br />
: <font style="color:#90AB76;" size="3">■</font> "Ah, aye, I know 'er. Got charged with poaching once. I remember, 'cause next day we found a couple of Redbellies hangin' from the trees not far off the road. Took forever to get 'em down," <i>Woodwailer in Central Shroud</i><br />
: <font style="color:#90AB76;" size="3">■</font> "Yeah, she comes through here often. Sometimes she doesn't have gil and ends up having to barter pieces of jewelry. Her boyfriend or husband or someone always comes around a day or two later to buy the jewelry back," <i>Ferryman at Vesper Bay</i><br />
: <font style="color:#90AB76;" size="3">■</font> "Sometimes she stops here, but never to take a chocobo. Avoids the damn things like the plague," <i>Any Choco-keep in the Sanctuaries</i><br />
: <font style="color:#90AB76;" size="3">■</font> "I keep telling her: No fishing in the ponds! You know what, when you find her, tell her that for me!" <i>Frustrated Added in Lavender Beds</i><br />
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<b><div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #F37E1D;">◢ Moderately difficult to overhear, use sparingly or ask first</div></b><br />
: <font style="color:#F37E1D;" size="3">■</font> "She's a poor thing. Sometimes she likes to soak in the waters here before she goes to trade over by the Wanderer's Palace. Her back is just a travesty for something so cute," <i>Worker at Camp Bronze Lake</i><br />
: <font style="color:#F37E1D;" size="3">■</font> "You know, it's funny, I saw 'er 'round 'ere a lot. Just hangin' out, talkin' to th' farmers. Then up an' disappears. Ain't seen 'er since," <i>Farmer at Summerford Farms</i><br />
: <font style="color:#F37E1D;" size="3">■</font> "Ah, yeah, I've seen her. Well, heard is more like... Those two cats are damned loud..." <i>Grimacing Yellowjacket Who Works Near the Eyes</i><br />
: <font style="color:#F37E1D;" size="3">■</font> "That pink one? She comes in about once a moon to buy some cake. Real skittish, but always tips well!" <i>Chef in the Bismark</i><br />
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<b><div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #D83018;">◢ Very difficult or rarely overheard, ask before using</div></b><br />
: <font style="color:#D83018;" size="3">■</font> "Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit," <i>Blah</i><br />
: <font style="color:#D83018;" size="3">■</font> "Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit," <i>Blah</i><br />
: <font style="color:#D83018;" size="3">■</font> "Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit," <i>Blah</i><br />
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: <center><font style="color:#000000;" size="3">♥</font> Physical Attraction <font style="color:#F02311;" size="3">♥</font> Romantic Desire <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font> Platonic Love</center> <br />
: <center><font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> Good Standing <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> Neutral <font style="color:#C24640;" size="3">●</font> Poor Standing</center><br />
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: <font style="color:#F02311;" size="3">♥</font> <font style="color:#000000;" size="3">♥</font> [[L'aenoh Tia]]: "Ganzjaega Riklifaeld" : A man she met in the Mist. Their beginnings were rather rough, though both held an attraction for the other since the moment they met. After some struggle with a rather cruel Keeper named Hnaba, they came together and bonded in a way neither expected. Ever since, the two have been inseparable. Staelufre has come to love him in true. She has no plans to deviate from his side, and goes to great lengths to ensure his safety.<br />
: <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font> [[Vilsewaen Steinhoh]]: Her father, her mentor, her brother. He is the person Staelufre respects the most in her life, and strives to be like. It is a constant disappointment to her that she cannot follow in his footsteps, or become precisely alike him. Almost everything she does is to give him pride and prove herself worthy in his eyes.<br />
: <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font> [[Siehrova Brynstymm]]: Her sister. Staelufre is wildly protective of her intelligent and kind kin. Their shared history has forged their bond into something that is unbreakable. She values Siehrova for her intelligence and quick wit, and admires her for being able to do so many things that she cannot even conceive possible. While her sister works on various projects in Mor Dhona, almost always consisting of magitek, Staelufre makes sure to provide her sister with every comfort and need she could ask for.<br />
: <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font> [[Renaud Becquerel]]: "Wakkeyha Syngronn" : Her brother, her rival. He is the apprentice of her father and his natural affinity to truth and ownership of the Echo has made Wakkeyha the favorite of Vilsewaen. In this, Staelufre is constantly jealous of him and irritated of his natural prowess with mysticism. She sees in him all the things she wishes she can be, and he is blissfully ignorant of such facts. His fawning and doting over Staelufre as his own sister only makes her feel guilty of this, and oddly endeared to the man she names brother.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Jancis Milburga]]: "Solkeim Brynroega" : Her friend. Jancis and she first met through L'aenoh, and the healer has proved nothing but kind and stalwart. Even in the heat of battle or its gross after-effects, the woman never seems to waver. Even in the grossest of situations, Jancis is a shining beacon for her to orient herself. Staelufre remains loyal to her, and has never had cause to question this. She plans to ever be.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Ja'ren A'lenthin]]: "Arengybet Haerzhylt" : Their relationship begun on a rocky note. Miscommunication and estranged feelings made the two incapable of seeing eye-to-eye at first. Yet, when entrusting Ja'ren with a mysterious Void artefact, the two began a strange journey that solidified their friendship. Unexpected circumstances brought them even closer, and Ja'ren teaches her much of her magick and control over it. She ever admired Ja'ren, though also finds him foolish at times.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Tiergan Vashir]]: "Wynztier Eifaufre" : A recent friend to Staelufre, but a strong one. Originally a strange man, she became endeared to him after a long talk about the Lotus. Some of his earnest personality began to shine, and with it Staelufre saw someone of noble heart. She has since followed him throughout much of Eorzea on bizarre adventures to save friends or return them home. Every time they speak, she finds her respect for him growing. And also a sister-like desire to scold him for so often succumbing to his emotions.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Zaius Rhal'seer]]: "Doenruht Formnwust" : Staelufre's teacher. After Zaius insulted her mate by beating him in battle and tying him to a bed, she sought Zaius out to seek revenge. With original intentions of killing him, she was instead impressed by his technique and strength. After agreeing to teach her, and a couple lessons, she's come to trust the Keeper entirely. He shows to her an amount of care and yet willingness to let her learn. Because of that, she gives him an amount of blind faith many would advise against.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Teld're Eska'aldren]]: "Myrganais Gesprheti" : The seer, as she called him, is a strange and recent friend. He is mercurial and ever-shifting. In just one sun, she saw many sides to the man and is fascinated by each of them. She doesn't quite understand why, but some how Teld're has already earned her trust. Not only this, but she's begun to learn of a mystery that invokes her unyielding curiosity.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font><font style="color:#000000;" size="3">♥</font> [[Telos]]: "Guolstyrm Grymhoh" : Someone who holds the answers to many of her questions. He's treated her fairly, and kindly, and for this she holds to him a sense of loyalty. There's something that makes others frightened of him, however, so she is subtly wary of what his presence can bring. She also has an irrational and utterly dorky schoolgirl crush on him.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[J'azhar Tia]]: Introduced to her through Sylas, the young member of Jackal tribe was originally supposed to be a source of information. He quickly charmed her not only with a sense of his kindness for their mutual friends, but also his innocent manner of speech. They spoke of not only the more grim things, but also of lighter topics that soon left her laughing and delighted. It seems their friend circles have merged, for which Staelufre is only thankful, as she's ultimately fond of J'azhar's fretting and warm personality.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Leanne Delphium]]: The appointed "best friend". After having scolded Staelufre on ill social behavior, L'aenoh assigned the two of them to be friends from then on out. It's been somewhat uncertain ground, but the hat-clad woman is such a different presence that Staelufre help but agree she's fine friend material. Much is unknown about Leanne, though she manages to keep amusing Staelufre.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Faolan Woodlock]]: "Nezelcwin" : A man she hardly knows. He smells of campfire smoke and forests. This initial impression leads Staelufre to wanting to know more. After recent events that led her to witness Faolan's way of healing, and the knowledge he witnessed Dhemgeim's death, she's only more intent on prying beneath that mask of his.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[R'sass Thras]]: Her student. A young miqo'te whose tribe has disbanded, she was intent on learning to hunt. The reverence Sass has for her is baffling and, as she believes it, misguided. But it is still a pleasant and entertaining thing to teach another her methods of hunting.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[R'ostam Tia]]: Relative to R'sass, Staelufre finds him hot-headed and brash. His silent behavior, she knows, is entirely a front for a confused and conflicted young man. She hopes to teach him a little of fighting, though also knows that she is by far the least capable of giving him what he needs to know to make a better life outside the tribe.<br />
: <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> [[Memeli Meli]]: "Toffvann" : A powerful lalafell and magnificent braggart. She holds little respect for this person, but does recognize in her the potential to do much. They haven't shared much but in passing, though Memeli's ability to find trouble and also find her way out is always worthy of admiration.<br />
: <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> [[Finecia Hawke]]: "Blahntrachyn" : A peculiar hyur. Staelufre does not trust Finecia in the way she would never fully trust a dragon. Though she wears her past plainly, there is always an uncertainty to what happening in Finecia's mind. She is, at least, a reliable healer.<br />
: <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> [[R'lexia Thras]]: "Lihtleita" : A quiet miqo'te who has not revealed much about herself. While she is Finecia's mate, Staelufre is not yet sure of Lexia's mettle. She seems determined, but there is a weakness and hesitance in her actions that makes Staelufre wonder.<br />
: <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> [[Chaska Dakwhil]]: "Tenkoeya" : Ja'ren's mate and a person Staelufre always wonders about. While mute, her wisdom and cunning is unprecedented. Or because it is because of her inability to talk that Chaska has a way of thinking unparalleled. Either way, Staelufre owes deep respect to Chaska, though knows the two of them are unlikely to ever become friends.<br />
: <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> [[Franz Renatus]]: "Iyrnfystsyn" : After having dealt with an unpleasant elezen, the two came to a mutual understanding. She does not truly wonder after the man, but does at times wonder at his strength. He has, at the very least, the presence enough for her to take his word as truth.<br />
: <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> [[Oscare Iono]]: "Blanabrenn" : Another she knows to be a Garlean. She does not particularly care for this dark-skinned hyur, but he has never done anything to upset her either. At best, she knows him as Jancis' friend.<br />
: <font style="color:#C24640;" size="3">●</font> [[Tausenadel Geispyrsyn]]: "Wybhaerz" : An officer of the Coral Sea. Upon their first meeting, he seemed kind enough, though at their second and every meeting after, he insists on calling her "Stray". Staelufre has expressed her displeasure with this sentiment, and refuses to forgive him for being unable to listen to her or respect her.<br />
: <font style="color:#C24640;" size="3">●</font> [[Sigurd Rainecourt]]: "Bremlohr" : A pitiful little hyur. His weakness makes her dislike and distaste for him very obvious. She thinks that it is a shame, for he has many strong allies, but will never reach to such heights himself.<br />
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| name = Staelufre Lysmerl<br />
| image = Staewikiprofile.png<br />
| imagewidth = 250<br />
| caption = "May prey find your path."<br />
| gender = Female<br />
| citizenship = N/A<br />
| race = Miqo'te<br />
| clan = Seeker of the Sun<br />
| stat_1 = Age<br />
| stat_1_value = Mid-twenties<br />
| stat_2 = Sexuality<br />
| stat_2_value = Heterosexual<br />
| stat_3 = Occupation<br />
| stat_3_value = Hunter<br />
| stat_4 = Height/Weight<br />
| stat_4_value = 5 fulms, 0 ilms / 110 ponze<br />
| stat_5 = Diety <br />
| stat_5_value = Halone, the Fury<br />
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'''Staelufre Lysmerl''' (pronounced /stail-OU-frey LEES-mar-ill/) was born on 10th Sun of the 5th Umbral Era (October 10th). Her name means "Still Shore of the Bright Sea". She is a miqo'te who was born to one of the vagrant Jackal tribes in La Noscea, wandering through much of Eorzea with them during her childhood. She has kept the affinity to remaining in the wilderness over any form of civilization to this day, and has a very odd way of speaking.<br />
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===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #EB9F9F;font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Basic Info</div>===<br />
Not everyone can understand or relate to Staelufre. This is, at times, exceedingly frustrating to her. She speaks with a parlance that was invented and perfected by a hermit, and thus the mannerisms she uses are very foreign and often leading to misunderstanding. She has, however, been getting lessons on how to speak easier and has begun to become acquainted with a more common cant. Only adding to her oddities, she will avoid cities at a very unreasonable rate. At times, she also forgoes the comfort of houses and chooses to disappear into the wilderness for suns at a time. She prefers alcohol and fighting to any sort of minimal comfort, and excels in agility over brute strength or magick. Because Staelufre is terrible at remembering names, she often gives people her own "nicknames" derived from the roegadyn language.<br />
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:<small>''"He is prey; weak, frightened and unable to fight his way free. He becomes terrified and runs into the briars, then complains when they get caught in his fur. Such rabbits do not deserve pity, or mercy."''<br />
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:''"Oft, you are taken by the deep and churning tides. As they pull you below, to tumble you about, you must not fight. The sea is as nourishing as she is treacherous."''<br />
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:''"I find no small comfort in the shores of my kin. The apprentice and his bannermen honor me with mine namesake, but it is ever the freedom of the sea that I give myself to."''</small><br />
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<div style="padding:10px 35px;background: #F7A29E;font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;"><center>''Likes''</center></div></h3><br />
: <font style="color:#F7A29E;" size="3">■</font> Outdoors<br />
: <font style="color:#F7A29E;" size="3">■</font> Sweets<br />
: <font style="color:#F7A29E;" size="3">■</font> Knives<br />
: <font style="color:#F7A29E;" size="3">■</font> Pink<br />
: <font style="color:#F7A29E;" size="3">■</font> Fighting<br />
: <font style="color:#F7A29E;" size="3">■</font> Dresses<br />
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: <font style="color:#F3C6B9;" size="3">■</font> Crowds (and similarly loud noises)<br />
: <font style="color:#F3C6B9;" size="3">■</font> Cowardice<br />
: <font style="color:#F3C6B9;" size="3">■</font> Cities / tribes<br />
: <font style="color:#F3C6B9;" size="3">■</font> Authority<br />
: <font style="color:#F3C6B9;" size="3">■</font> Extravagance<br />
: <font style="color:#F3C6B9;" size="3">■</font> Loneliness<br />
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: <font style="color:#FAEDDF;" size="3">■</font> Perceptive to truer intentions<br />
: <font style="color:#FAEDDF;" size="3">■</font> Hunting<br />
: <font style="color:#FAEDDF;" size="3">■</font> Endurance or agility exercises<br />
: <font style="color:#FAEDDF;" size="3">■</font> Whittling<br />
: <font style="color:#FAEDDF;" size="3">■</font> Going, or remaining, largely unseen<br />
: <font style="color:#FAEDDF;" size="3">■</font> Singing<br />
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===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #EB9F9F;font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Appearance & Personality</div>===<br />
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: Staelufre cuts a slight figure, but nothing about her short stature is wasted. She is muscled and athletic in build, though short. Her skin is tanned and golden in complexion from both heritage and a great many days in the sun. With naturally pink hair and tail, though neither accept to being tried to tame. Her hair is fluffy and wild, and so often cut short or bound down by clips. Usually, after hunting, it's also caked in mud. Even more stunning than a girl with pink hair are her gold eyes. They glare at most of the world from behind long lashes, sharp and stripping. Even with the round face and fat, up-turned nose, the gentleness of her face is ruined by such intruding eyes.<br />
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: In almost all situations Staelufre's garbed lightly, wearing little more armor than leather. If there's any metal to her outfit, it is to reinforce weak points such as her shins or forearms. Never does Staelufre show her back, as across it is an uneven and encompassing scar that stretches from shoulders to lower back. More scars mar her arms and hands, though she also commonly wears gloves. Staelufre never goes anywhere without at least a knife, either hidden or plain, and cannot stand to equally part comfortable realms without her most precious ring.<br />
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: Staelufre most often stands slouched or with arms crossed, especially when in the presence of others. In crowds she is withdrawn, quiet and in corners. Anything more than five or six others and Staelufre simply tends to leave. She does not, under many circumstances, go into cities or crowded areas. She fears large numbers of people after being so withdrawn from civilization. It is to a point where she resents and hates any form of building or city, even at times preaching against the luxury of society. While she believes her words, she does also enjoy the luxuries that homes can provide. Beds and showers are much better than roots and cold lakes.<br />
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: In one word, a sum of her personality would be paradox. She is innocent and violent, both a hunter and likewise utterly feminine. She is harsh in her truths, and warm in her lies. Staelufre is both wise when it comes to others, and utterly ignorant in how to interact with them. Introspective, yet starved for friendship. Should anyone offer her kindness, she will eagerly drink it up and follow at their heels thereafter. Being alone for so long has both driven her to want freedom and to equally want camaraderie. <br />
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: One thing that is less fluid and contrary is her perspective on other people. People are either weak or strong, prey or hunters. Those who are prey she pities and sees no value in. Those who are hunters, she respects. Respect does not always mean Staelufre likes or trust them, however. After spending so long in the wild, she knows very well how to discern who is stronger and how to avoid confrontation. Unfortunately, she also strives to better herself at nearly every turn, so often has a deliberate cause and wish to throw herself into unfair situations just to come out stronger. This often makes her come across as rash, when the acts are in fact deliberate and she's always keenly aware of the very real danger of dying.<br />
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: If in situations when speaking to an individual person she trusts, Staelufre's personality truly shines through. Her words are eloquent and well-chosen, her loyalty is unbearably strong, and her optimism unyielding. She gives advice as best she can and admits ignorance when she cannot. Pride does, at times, keep her from asking for help when she needs it. When speaking to an individual that Staelufre dislikes, she becomes guarded and calloused. Her words are gated, capable of meaning anything, and her lies are so smooth it's impossible to tell them from the half-true metaphors. Her ability to command her emotions in front of those who she deems weaker is impressive, as is her capability of detaching value to their life. Those who are weak, in her opinion, are better off dead. Should Staelufre be speaking, however, individually with a person she doesn't yet know well, she'll always regard them in the way she would regard a new hunting territory. Assessing their weaknesses and prying for strengths, seeking the balance of their personality to determine whether or not they are worth her time.<br />
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===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #EB9F9F;font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Combat</div>===<br />
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: Staelufre does not fight other people very well. She is more akin to the hunt, to employing stealth and surprise, than to fighting others one-on-one. The thrill of battle still runs hot through her, however, and she always enjoys a good fight. Even if it means getting beaten black and blue, she'll take on an opponent if nothing more than for the experience of it. Because of her inexperience in direct combat, she relies mostly on her larger skills. This would be agility and speed. Not getting hit is the biggest name of her game, and while she can take a couple blows they wear her down quickly. Training for combat is not much in hefting weapons and striking dummies. She trains for flexibility and endurance. Running, stretching, climbing; unorthodox things that keep her body in shape but often don't translate into direct physical combat.<br />
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: Primarily, to defeat an opponent, Staelufre uses daggers. She looks for openings in armor first, and exploits any vulnerable spots. Due to being spry and nimble, reaching odd places isn't very difficult. What is difficult is getting close enough to cut without getting hit. So after a few slashes, Staelufre tends to back off and exhaust her opponent by letting them bleed out. To opponents she aims to kill rather than simply defeat, she usually aims for the neck or their gut. Blood is not something the miqo'te is shy of. If she aims to kill as well, it is even less likely that Staelufre will approach an opponent directly.<br />
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===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #EB9F9F;font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Biography</div>===<br />
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=====<div style="padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Tribal Years</div>=====<br />
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:: Born daughter of J'tyraka Nuhn in the jungles of La Noscea as J'adaeza, she had a relatively blissful childhood. Their tribe was exceedingly small, no more than forty people at once, and strictly nomadic. Primarily they traveled through La Noscea, but in her lifetime did build small crafts to carry them across the waters to find new hunting grounds in the Black Shroud. Because of the fact they were so small, it was required for every member of the tribe to be trained and responsible for many aspects of the community. From small things such as building fires, or to larger things such as teaching the children. It was expected, in her tribe, for men and women to both be able to hunt as well as mend wounds.<br />
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:: As with all the other children, being trained to be a productive member of the tribe begun as soon as infancy ended. Her life was relatively easy, for all that a nomadic tribal life could be. She did not excel very well when it came to cooking or skinning creatures. She did not have much patience to learn to stitch clothes back together, and was often scolded for playing too roughly with the other children. Yet one day, she was brought to her mother's tent and given a choice of weaponry. This would be the weapon she would wield for the rest of her life in the tribe, trained in it until it became as much part of her as a limb. Only then would she be allowed to hunt. J'adaeza chose a spear, which was too large for her scrawny form, but stubbornly kept to it.<br />
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:: To those of younger ages, one of the more experienced Tias became their teacher. He taught them how to use the weapons they chose, in a strict yet not unkind manner. J'adaeza at this time was awful with the spear. She commonly dropped it, or was much too loud when carrying it around. She was scolded almost constantly, given extra exercises to learn her weapon better, and not allowed to return to the fires until she finished them. It was punishing, but also rewarding. So early in age, she didn't become bitter by the experience, but instead elevated to enjoy the push of her body. To wield the spear was not a natural thing to the tiny pink-haired girl, but she progressed and became decent at it. Once proficient enough, the Tia then began to train her in hunting tactics and strategies. How to step quietly and place traps, the knowledge of sensing danger and so forth.<br />
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:: At ten, as is traditional in her tribe, J'adaeza was taken on her first hunting trip. She was not permitted to strike at any creatures or wander on her own. She stuck closely to the side of one of the mature hunters, and while much of what she learned was applied, she found she had much more to learn. The thrill of the hunt sunk quickly and deeply in her heart, however, and it soon took her over. She became obsessed with hunting, and decided after but a few meager years of training to dedicate her life to it.<br />
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:: This went against her tribe's custom, however. When J'adaeza's more relaxed chores and duties began to wane in favor to her hunting, she was taken aside and spoken to. At first, they only expressed concerned. Then, when she ignored their words and abandoned her other disciplines in arrogant need for the sport, they began to punish her in true. As an adolescent who, as pre-teens tend to be, was absolutely certain she knew what was best for her, J'azaeda rebelled against the obedience they demanded from her. This was not an uncommon thing at her age, even in the tribe, but it was still disruptive to a community so small. She was frustratingly single-minded and stuck to it. So one evening, after a particularly bad spat with her aunt, she decided to leave the tribe.<br />
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:: Leaving itself wasn't terribly traumatic to J'adaeza. The tribe, at the time, was on a particularly wealthy streak in the Shroud. She took a sufficient amount of foodstuffs and her spear, and set off at the opposite direction. It was liberating, for a while, until she found that one of her half-sisters trailing slowly after her. Having heard of J'adaeza's leaving, J'adisa had soon departed for her own reasoning. Guilt and familial obligation forced her to look over this other girl, who had no skill in hunting or fighting.<br />
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=====<div style="padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Death</div>=====<br />
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:: While J'adaeza and J'adisa traveled back to La Noscea, they found that life without a tribe was more difficult than previously imagined. While J'adaeza was a fair enough hunter, she was poor at every other practical application. Her rebellion became her own punishment, as her sister and her struggled to feed themselves or find proper campsites. There were many close calls to unsavory sorts and rabid beastmen, and J'adaeza gathered many colorful stories about swiping equipment from unsuspecting travelers.<br />
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:: During such a colorful tale, she managed to cross paths with the wrong sort of folk. The story involved behind to why, and how the events unfolded, tends to change with each evolution of the story in present day; suggesting a reluctance to admit why or perhaps even a true confusion as to its truth. But what she does always tell, and seem to recall accurately, is the mutilation of her back. Tossed into the sea of Vylbrand, she nearly drowned. Miracle of miracles, she survived. Washed upon the beach with her back quickly growing an infection. Time for her at this point grew wildly inconsistent. A fever over-took her and she wandered in search of shelter or help. Her body was dying, already weak from her time in the water and what she was certain had been her death. Now, she was experiencing the agony of dying all over again.<br />
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:: Here is where [[Vilsewaen Steinhoh]] rescued the dying miqo'te. She had no idea, for a long time, that she was even in the care of anyone. He tended to her in one of his camps in the lowlands of Vylbrand until she recovered enough to become lucid and aware of her situation. They spoke, and while she was still too weak to move did tell him of her sister and where their campsite had been before her near-fatal accident. J'adisa came immediately and helped Vilsewaen tend to J'adaeza. He spoke strangely, but treated them kindly, and offered more than enough hospitality that they felt comfortable staying at his side.<br />
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====<div style="padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Rebirth</div>====<br />
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:: Though the two half-sisters did not intend to stay with Vilsewaen long, his proficiency of living alone was more than they had. When he offered to teach them, they ended up agreeing. Thus it was that the two came under his tutelage, and the tutelage became something more. His patience and lack of social skills were precisely the right combination of dry and kind that the two bonded with. So when Vilsewaen, the wandering hermit that he is, said he was climbing higher to the La Noscean mountains he took J'adaeza and J'adisa with him.<br />
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:: There is where J'adaeza's birth into Staelufre became apparent. Though she may had been on the physical brink of death before, with Vilsewaen's help she finally accepted that she will never again be part of a tribe. And as the hermit accepted these two lost girls into his care, he gave to them his traditions and philosophies as well. So J'adaeza and J'adisa came to be known, respectively, as Staelufre Lysmerl and Siehrova Brynstymm. The women were encouraged to be free and study whatever pursuit came to their heart, while their new father ensured their welfare and ability to look after themselves. So they developed into two opposites. Where Staelufre was wild, Siehrova was patient: Where Staelufre learned and strengthened her body, Siehrova was curious and expanded her mind. The two were dawn and dusk, and they both loved Vilsewaen as if he were the sky itself.<br />
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:: The three were very happy for a long time. As was his nature, Vilsewaen would often leave the two to wander. Even attached to others, he was still a hermit at heart. But Staelufre and Siehrova did not seem to mind. Their growth became exponential as they explored the mountains of La Noscea, alone and away from any civilization. The two bonded until their differences expanded and then compounded, both taking pieces of each other until neither were sure which one began and the other ended. These are the happiest memories to Staelufre, with her ever-present sister and her wayward father. Each so dear to her that she would have rather died than be left without them in the world.<br />
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:: Eventually Staelufre and Siehrova left La Noscea. Vilsewaen went with them as far as the Shroud, and from there they wandered to Coerthas. The cold weather did not suit Siehrova, but the stars fascinated her sister. Staelufre had always been fascinated by stars and their clarity in these northern grounds stole her heart away. They wandered wherever they wished, though often returned to their "home" in the mountains.<br />
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====<div style="padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">The Calamity</div>====<br />
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:: About four years before the Calamity fell, Vilsewaen took in another rogue soul. While Staelufre isn't sure where the old man found [[Renee Becquerel]] - who was then Renaud - he certainly came to become a large figurehead for the elezen. The then-named Wakkeyha Syngronn became Vilsewaen's apprentice. This excited the first time Staelufre ever felt jealousy in another person. She had always thought of her father as belonging to their family, and here was an interloper to steal Vilsewaen's time and ideals away from their already precious moments. It frustrated her, and she harbored equal envy that Renee had the Echo while she did not. So when the Garlean forces threatened their doorstep and Renee announced her leave, Staelufre was overjoyed... until Vilsewaen announced he was leaving as well.<br />
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:: She remained in the mountains of La Noscea until after Dalamud hit. Then she waited longer for Vilsewaen to return. Eventually, she became too anxious and left - parting with Siehrova for the first time in years. She traveled, seeing the cruelty and savagery that was brought on with total desolation. While uninterested in helping cities to rebuild and regrow, she did know that her skills as a hunter would do many well. So Staelufre took up many odd jobs, expanding her skills and honing her ability as a hunter to be met by the need and demand of others.<br />
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:: This continued until the ships were rebuilt and the island reconnected to the rest of Eorzea. Then Staelufre left, wanderlust unable to be sated. She continued to work as a hunter for hire for a small time, building a thin and unimportant network of people who knew her by face if not by name. She abandoned it, however, when Revenant's Toll was being formed. Instead she returned to Siehrova and two journeyed there, to a place where Siehrova's genius and thirsty for knowledge could be met on a frontier that would also excite her more than any dusty library. For a time, Staelufre remained in Mor Dhona withe her sister. She did little other than wander and explore, doting upon her other half until such time that she became too thirsty for the hunt again.<br />
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====<div style="padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Present</div>====<br />
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:: So she left. She regathered her structure of hunting for meager favors or bits of gil, for things that she could not make or find herself in the wild. This was when she came to find, from Vilsewaen, that the long-left apprentice Renee Becquerel had started a Free Company. While the name the Coral Sea was appeasing to her, what truly interested her was the name of their home. It was named in her honor, supposedly, and while her desire to be free and away from any form of civilization was strong... the compulsion to see such a strange thing was stronger. So Staelufre wandered for her first time into the Mist, and quickly became lost.<br />
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:: This was where she met [[L'aenoh Tia]]. Through a quick spiral of events, he introduced her to many others of the Coral Sea. Their relationship becoming something strong, she remained near to the Mist - begrudgingly - to also remain near him. Her first impression of the people was unpleasant. They commonly referred to her as "Zhen's replacement" or "stray", and it happened so often and with so much repetition she accepted it as the views of all those who lived within walls. Dejected and hurt by their actions and calloused attitudes, Staelufre withdrew even further from any want to be apart of the Coral Sea or its people.<br />
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:: It took much convincing and debate before L'aenoh was able to get Staelufre to join the Coral Sea's roster. She still argues that she's not properly a member. In her eyes, she has never been fully socially accepted. Yet she is officially documented in their applications, so is technically a member. Being with the Coral Sea has expanded those she met, as well, to most everyone that she currently knows. While she disappears for long times to hunt or do whatever else she wishes, she does commonly return to the Free Company house either for its luxuries or its company.<br />
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:: Even more recent, she's been traveling to the Goblet on a frequency basis. There is a select few of people who have caught her interest, and that she's certain hold answers they may not be sure that they have. As ever, she has a habit of finding ill fortune and then diving into it even deeper.<br />
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===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #EB9F9F;font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Miscellaneous</div>===<br />
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* She has a habit of naming people, and will eagerly explain the names she's given and their meaning to great detail.<br />
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* Her favorite food is cake. Specifically rolanberry and chocolate flavored.<br />
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* Odds are, if someone's in good standing with her, she will do almost anything that they request of her.<br />
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* If you give her sweets, expect her to always look to you for more. (Don't feed stray cats, kids!)<br />
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''Some of these rumors are untrue or are greatly exaggerated. Please feel free to add your own rumors under PC!''<br />
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<div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #90AB76;">◢ Common Rumors (Easily overheard)</div></b><br />
: <font style="color:#90AB76;" size="3">■</font> "Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit."<br />
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<b><div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #F37E1D;">◢ Moderate Rumors (Moderately difficult to overhear)</div></b><br />
: <font style="color:#F37E1D;" size="3">■</font> "Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit."<br />
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<b><div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #D83018;">◢ Rare Rumors (Very difficult or rarely overheard)</div></b><br />
: <font style="color:#D83018;" size="3">■</font> "Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit."<br />
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<b><div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #aac5b4;">◢ PC Rumors (Rumors from the character's of other players)</div></b><br />
: <font style="color:#aac5b4;" size="3">■</font> N/A<br />
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: <center><font style="color:#000000;" size="3">♥</font> Sexual Attraction <font style="color:#F02311;" size="3">♥</font> Romantic Interest <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font> Platonic Love</center> <br />
: <center><font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> Good Standing <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> Neutral <font style="color:#C24640;" size="3">●</font> Poor Standing</center><br />
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: <font style="color:#F02311;" size="3">♥</font> <font style="color:#000000;" size="3">♥</font> [[L'aenoh Tia]]: "Ganzjaega Riklifaeld" : A man she met in the Mist. Their beginnings were rather rough, though both held an attraction for the other since the moment they met. After some struggle with a rather cruel Keeper named Hnaba, they came together and bonded in a way neither expected. Ever since, the two have been inseparable. Staelufre has come to love him in true. She has no plans to deviate from his side, and goes to great lengths to ensure his safety.<br />
: <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font> [[Vilsewaen Steinhoh]]: Her father, her mentor, her brother. He is the person Staelufre respects the most in her life, and strives to be like. It is a constant disappointment to her that she cannot follow in his footsteps, or become precisely alike him. Almost everything she does is to give him pride and prove herself worthy in his eyes.<br />
: <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font> [[Siehrova Brynstymm]]: Her sister. Staelufre is wildly protective of her intelligent and kind kin. Their shared history has forged their bond into something that is unbreakable. She values Siehrova for her intelligence and quick wit, and admires her for being able to do so many things that she cannot even conceive possible. While her sister works on various projects in Mor Dhona, almost always consisting of magitek, Staelufre makes sure to provide her sister with every comfort and need she could ask for.<br />
: <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font> [[Renaud Becquerel]]: "Wakkeyha Syngronn" : Her brother, her rival. He is the apprentice of her father and his natural affinity to truth and ownership of the Echo has made Wakkeyha the favorite of Vilsewaen. In this, Staelufre is constantly jealous of him and irritated of his natural prowess with mysticism. She sees in him all the things she wishes she can be, and he is blissfully ignorant of such facts. His fawning and doting over Staelufre as his own sister only makes her feel guilty of this, and oddly endeared to the man she names brother.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Jancis Milburga]]: "Solkeim Brynroega" : Her friend. Jancis and she first met through L'aenoh, and the healer has proved nothing but kind and stalwart. Even in the heat of battle or its gross after-effects, the woman never seems to waver. Even in the grossest of situations, Jancis is a shining beacon for her to orient herself. Staelufre remains loyal to her, and has never had cause to question this. She plans to ever be.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Ja'ren A'lenthin]]: "Arengybet Haerzhylt" : Their relationship begun on a rocky note. Miscommunication and estranged feelings made the two incapable of seeing eye-to-eye at first. Yet, when entrusting Ja'ren with a mysterious Void artefact, the two began a strange journey that solidified their friendship. Unexpected circumstances brought them even closer, and Ja'ren teaches her much of her magick and control over it. She ever admired Ja'ren, though also finds him foolish at times.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Tiergan Vashir]]: "Wynztier Eifaufre" : A recent friend to Staelufre, but a strong one. Originally a strange man, she became endeared to him after a long talk about the Lotus. Some of his earnest personality began to shine, and with it Staelufre saw someone of noble heart. She has since followed him throughout much of Eorzea on bizarre adventures to save friends or return them home. Every time they speak, she finds her respect for him growing. And also a sister-like desire to scold him for so often succumbing to his emotions.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Zaius Rhal'seer]]: "Doenruht Formnwust" : Staelufre's teacher. After Zaius insulted her mate by beating him in battle and tying him to a bed, she sought Zaius out to seek revenge. With original intentions of killing him, she was instead impressed by his technique and strength. After agreeing to teach her, and a couple lessons, she's come to trust the Keeper entirely. He shows to her an amount of care and yet willingness to let her learn. Because of that, she gives him an amount of blind faith many would advise against.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Teld're Eska'aldren]]: "Myrganais Gesprheti" : The seer, as she called him, is a strange and recent friend. He is mercurial and ever-shifting. In just one sun, she saw many sides to the man and is fascinated by each of them. She doesn't quite understand why, but some how Teld're has already earned her trust. Not only this, but she's begun to learn of a mystery that invokes her unyielding curiosity.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font><font style="color:#000000;" size="3">♥</font> [[Telos]]: "Guolstyrm Grymhoh" : Someone who holds the answers to many of her questions. He's treated her fairly, and kindly, and for this she holds to him a sense of loyalty. There's something that makes others frightened of him, however, so she is subtly wary of what his presence can bring. She also has an irrational and utterly dorky schoolgirl crush on him.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[J'azhar Tia]]: Introduced to her through Sylas, the young member of Jackal tribe was originally supposed to be a source of information. He quickly charmed her not only with a sense of his kindness for their mutual friends, but also his innocent manner of speech. They spoke of not only the more grim things, but also of lighter topics that soon left her laughing and delighted. It seems their friend circles have merged, for which Staelufre is only thankful, as she's ultimately fond of J'azhar's fretting and warm personality.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Leanne Delphium]]: The appointed "best friend". After having scolded Staelufre on ill social behavior, L'aenoh assigned the two of them to be friends from then on out. It's been somewhat uncertain ground, but the hat-clad woman is such a different presence that Staelufre help but agree she's fine friend material. Much is unknown about Leanne, though she manages to keep amusing Staelufre.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Faolan Woodlock]]: "Nezelcwin" : A man she hardly knows. He smells of campfire smoke and forests. This initial impression leads Staelufre to wanting to know more. After recent events that led her to witness Faolan's way of healing, and the knowledge he witnessed Dhemgeim's death, she's only more intent on prying beneath that mask of his.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[R'sass Thras]]: Her student. A young miqo'te whose tribe has disbanded, she was intent on learning to hunt. The reverence Sass has for her is baffling and, as she believes it, misguided. But it is still a pleasant and entertaining thing to teach another her methods of hunting.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[R'ostam Tia]]: Relative to R'sass, Staelufre finds him hot-headed and brash. His silent behavior, she knows, is entirely a front for a confused and conflicted young man. She hopes to teach him a little of fighting, though also knows that she is by far the least capable of giving him what he needs to know to make a better life outside the tribe.<br />
: <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> [[Memeli Meli]]: "Toffvann" : A powerful lalafell and magnificent braggart. She holds little respect for this person, but does recognize in her the potential to do much. They haven't shared much but in passing, though Memeli's ability to find trouble and also find her way out is always worthy of admiration.<br />
: <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> [[Finecia Hawke]]: "Blahntrachyn" : A peculiar hyur. Staelufre does not trust Finecia in the way she would never fully trust a dragon. Though she wears her past plainly, there is always an uncertainty to what happening in Finecia's mind. She is, at least, a reliable healer.<br />
: <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> [[R'lexia Thras]]: "Lihtleita" : A quiet miqo'te who has not revealed much about herself. While she is Finecia's mate, Staelufre is not yet sure of Lexia's mettle. She seems determined, but there is a weakness and hesitance in her actions that makes Staelufre wonder.<br />
: <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> [[Chaska Dakwhil]]: "Tenkoeya" : Ja'ren's mate and a person Staelufre always wonders about. While mute, her wisdom and cunning is unprecedented. Or because it is because of her inability to talk that Chaska has a way of thinking unparalleled. Either way, Staelufre owes deep respect to Chaska, though knows the two of them are unlikely to ever become friends.<br />
: <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> [[Franz Renatus]]: "Iyrnfystsyn" : After having dealt with an unpleasant elezen, the two came to a mutual understanding. She does not truly wonder after the man, but does at times wonder at his strength. He has, at the very least, the presence enough for her to take his word as truth.<br />
: <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> [[Oscare Iono]]: "Blanabrenn" : Another she knows to be a Garlean. She does not particularly care for this dark-skinned hyur, but he has never done anything to upset her either. At best, she knows him as Jancis' friend.<br />
: <font style="color:#C24640;" size="3">●</font> [[Tausenadel Geispyrsyn]]: "Wybhaerz" : An officer of the Coral Sea. Upon their first meeting, he seemed kind enough, though at their second and every meeting after, he insists on calling her "Stray". Staelufre has expressed her displeasure with this sentiment, and refuses to forgive him for being unable to listen to her or respect her.<br />
: <font style="color:#C24640;" size="3">●</font> [[Sigurd Rainecourt]]: "Bremlohr" : A pitiful little hyur. His weakness makes her dislike and distaste for him very obvious. She thinks that it is a shame, for he has many strong allies, but will never reach to such heights himself.<br />
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| name = Staelufre Lysmerl<br />
| image = Staewikiprofile.png<br />
| imagewidth = 250<br />
| caption = "May prey find your path."<br />
| gender = Female<br />
| citizenship = N/A<br />
| race = Miqo'te<br />
| clan = Seeker of the Sun<br />
| stat_1 = Age<br />
| stat_1_value = Mid-twenties<br />
| stat_2 = Sexuality<br />
| stat_2_value = Heterosexual<br />
| stat_3 = Occupation<br />
| stat_3_value = Hunter<br />
| stat_4 = Height/Weight<br />
| stat_4_value = 5 fulms, 0 ilms / 110 ponze<br />
| stat_5 = Diety <br />
| stat_5_value = Halone, the Fury<br />
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'''Staelufre Lysmerl''' (pronounced /stail-OU-frey LEES-mar-ill/) was born on 10th Sun of the 5th Umbral Era (October 10th). Her name means "Still Shore of the Bright Sea". She is a miqo'te who was born to one of the vagrant Jackal tribes in La Noscea, wandering through much of Eorzea with them during her childhood. She has kept the affinity to remaining in the wilderness over any form of civilization to this day, and has a very odd way of speaking.<br />
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===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #EB9F9F;font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Basic Info</div>===<br />
Not everyone can understand or relate to Staelufre. This is, at times, exceedingly frustrating to her. She speaks with a parlance that was invented and perfected by a hermit, and thus the mannerisms she uses are very foreign and often leading to misunderstanding. She has, however, been getting lessons on how to speak easier and has begun to become acquainted with a more common cant. Only adding to her oddities, she will avoid cities at a very unreasonable rate. At times, she also forgoes the comfort of houses and chooses to disappear into the wilderness for suns at a time. She prefers alcohol and fighting to any sort of minimal comfort, and excels in agility over brute strength or magick. Because Staelufre is terrible at remembering names, she often gives people her own "nicknames" derived from the roegadyn language.<br />
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:<small>''"He is prey; weak, frightened and unable to fight his way free. He becomes terrified and runs into the briars, then complains when they get caught in his fur. Such rabbits do not deserve pity, or mercy."''<br />
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:''"Oft, you are taken by the deep and churning tides. As they pull you below, to tumble you about, you must not fight. The sea is as nourishing as she is treacherous."''<br />
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:''"I find no small comfort in the shores of my kin. The apprentice and his bannermen honor me with mine namesake, but it is ever the freedom of the sea that I give myself to."''</small><br />
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<div style="padding:10px 35px;background: #F7A29E;font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;"><center>''Likes''</center></div></h3><br />
: <font style="color:#F7A29E;" size="3">■</font> Outdoors<br />
: <font style="color:#F7A29E;" size="3">■</font> Sweets<br />
: <font style="color:#F7A29E;" size="3">■</font> Knives<br />
: <font style="color:#F7A29E;" size="3">■</font> Pink<br />
: <font style="color:#F7A29E;" size="3">■</font> Fighting<br />
: <font style="color:#F7A29E;" size="3">■</font> Dresses<br />
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: <font style="color:#F3C6B9;" size="3">■</font> Crowds (and similarly loud noises)<br />
: <font style="color:#F3C6B9;" size="3">■</font> Cowardice<br />
: <font style="color:#F3C6B9;" size="3">■</font> Cities / tribes<br />
: <font style="color:#F3C6B9;" size="3">■</font> Authority<br />
: <font style="color:#F3C6B9;" size="3">■</font> Extravagance<br />
: <font style="color:#F3C6B9;" size="3">■</font> Loneliness<br />
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: <font style="color:#FAEDDF;" size="3">■</font> Perceptive to truer intentions<br />
: <font style="color:#FAEDDF;" size="3">■</font> Hunting<br />
: <font style="color:#FAEDDF;" size="3">■</font> Endurance or agility exercises<br />
: <font style="color:#FAEDDF;" size="3">■</font> Whittling<br />
: <font style="color:#FAEDDF;" size="3">■</font> Going, or remaining, largely unseen<br />
: <font style="color:#FAEDDF;" size="3">■</font> Singing<br />
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===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #EB9F9F;font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Appearance & Personality</div>===<br />
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: Staelufre cuts a slight figure, but nothing about her short stature is wasted. She is muscled and athletic in build, though short. Her skin is tanned and golden in complexion from both heritage and a great many days in the sun. With naturally pink hair and tail, though neither accept to being tried to tame. Her hair is fluffy and wild, and so often cut short or bound down by clips. Usually, after hunting, it's also caked in mud. Even more stunning than a girl with pink hair are her gold eyes. They glare at most of the world from behind long lashes, sharp and stripping. Even with the round face and fat, up-turned nose, the gentleness of her face is ruined by such intruding eyes.<br />
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: In almost all situations Staelufre's garbed lightly, wearing little more armor than leather. If there's any metal to her outfit, it is to reinforce weak points such as her shins or forearms. Never does Staelufre show her back, as across it is an uneven and encompassing scar that stretches from shoulders to lower back. More scars mar her arms and hands, though she also commonly wears gloves. Staelufre never goes anywhere without at least a knife, either hidden or plain, and cannot stand to equally part comfortable realms without her most precious ring.<br />
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: Staelufre most often stands slouched or with arms crossed, especially when in the presence of others. In crowds she is withdrawn, quiet and in corners. Anything more than five or six others and Staelufre simply tends to leave. She does not, under many circumstances, go into cities or crowded areas. She fears large numbers of people after being so withdrawn from civilization. It is to a point where she resents and hates any form of building or city, even at times preaching against the luxury of society. While she believes her words, she does also enjoy the luxuries that homes can provide. Beds and showers are much better than roots and cold lakes.<br />
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: In one word, a sum of her personality would be paradox. She is innocent and violent, both a hunter and likewise utterly feminine. She is harsh in her truths, and warm in her lies. Staelufre is both wise when it comes to others, and utterly ignorant in how to interact with them. Introspective, yet starved for friendship. Should anyone offer her kindness, she will eagerly drink it up and follow at their heels thereafter. Being alone for so long has both driven her to want freedom and to equally want camaraderie. <br />
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: One thing that is less fluid and contrary is her perspective on other people. People are either weak or strong, prey or hunters. Those who are prey she pities and sees no value in. Those who are hunters, she respects. Respect does not always mean Staelufre likes or trust them, however. After spending so long in the wild, she knows very well how to discern who is stronger and how to avoid confrontation. Unfortunately, she also strives to better herself at nearly every turn, so often has a deliberate cause and wish to throw herself into unfair situations just to come out stronger. This often makes her come across as rash, when the acts are in fact deliberate and she's always keenly aware of the very real danger of dying.<br />
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: If in situations when speaking to an individual person she trusts, Staelufre's personality truly shines through. Her words are eloquent and well-chosen, her loyalty is unbearably strong, and her optimism unyielding. She gives advice as best she can and admits ignorance when she cannot. Pride does, at times, keep her from asking for help when she needs it. When speaking to an individual that Staelufre dislikes, she becomes guarded and calloused. Her words are gated, capable of meaning anything, and her lies are so smooth it's impossible to tell them from the half-true metaphors. Her ability to command her emotions in front of those who she deems weaker is impressive, as is her capability of detaching value to their life. Those who are weak, in her opinion, are better off dead. Should Staelufre be speaking, however, individually with a person she doesn't yet know well, she'll always regard them in the way she would regard a new hunting territory. Assessing their weaknesses and prying for strengths, seeking the balance of their personality to determine whether or not they are worth her time.<br />
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===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #EB9F9F;font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Combat</div>===<br />
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: Staelufre does not fight other people very well. She is more akin to the hunt, to employing stealth and surprise, than to fighting others one-on-one. The thrill of battle still runs hot through her, however, and she always enjoys a good fight. Even if it means getting beaten black and blue, she'll take on an opponent if nothing more than for the experience of it. Because of her inexperience in direct combat, she relies mostly on her larger skills. This would be agility and speed. Not getting hit is the biggest name of her game, and while she can take a couple blows they wear her down quickly. Training for combat is not much in hefting weapons and striking dummies. She trains for flexibility and endurance. Running, stretching, climbing; unorthodox things that keep her body in shape but often don't translate into direct physical combat.<br />
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: Primarily, to defeat an opponent, Staelufre uses daggers. She looks for openings in armor first, and exploits any vulnerable spots. Due to being spry and nimble, reaching odd places isn't very difficult. What is difficult is getting close enough to cut without getting hit. So after a few slashes, Staelufre tends to back off and exhaust her opponent by letting them bleed out. To opponents she aims to kill rather than simply defeat, she usually aims for the neck or their gut. Blood is not something the miqo'te is shy of. If she aims to kill as well, it is even less likely that Staelufre will approach an opponent directly.<br />
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===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #EB9F9F;font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Biography</div>===<br />
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=====<div style="padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Tribal Years</div>=====<br />
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:: Born daughter of J'tyraka Nuhn in the jungles of La Noscea as J'adaeza, she had a relatively blissful childhood. Their tribe was exceedingly small, no more than forty people at once, and strictly nomadic. Primarily they traveled through La Noscea, but in her lifetime did build small crafts to carry them across the waters to find new hunting grounds in the Black Shroud. Because of the fact they were so small, it was required for every member of the tribe to be trained and responsible for many aspects of the community. From small things such as building fires, or to larger things such as teaching the children. It was expected, in her tribe, for men and women to both be able to hunt as well as mend wounds.<br />
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:: As with all the other children, being trained to be a productive member of the tribe begun as soon as infancy ended. Her life was relatively easy, for all that a nomadic tribal life could be. She did not excel very well when it came to cooking or skinning creatures. She did not have much patience to learn to stitch clothes back together, and was often scolded for playing too roughly with the other children. Yet one day, she was brought to her mother's tent and given a choice of weaponry. This would be the weapon she would wield for the rest of her life in the tribe, trained in it until it became as much part of her as a limb. Only then would she be allowed to hunt. J'adaeza chose a spear, which was too large for her scrawny form, but stubbornly kept to it.<br />
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:: To those of younger ages, one of the more experienced Tias became their teacher. He taught them how to use the weapons they chose, in a strict yet not unkind manner. J'adaeza at this time was awful with the spear. She commonly dropped it, or was much too loud when carrying it around. She was scolded almost constantly, given extra exercises to learn her weapon better, and not allowed to return to the fires until she finished them. It was punishing, but also rewarding. So early in age, she didn't become bitter by the experience, but instead elevated to enjoy the push of her body. To wield the spear was not a natural thing to the tiny pink-haired girl, but she progressed and became decent at it. Once proficient enough, the Tia then began to train her in hunting tactics and strategies. How to step quietly and place traps, the knowledge of sensing danger and so forth.<br />
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:: At ten, as is traditional in her tribe, J'adaeza was taken on her first hunting trip. She was not permitted to strike at any creatures or wander on her own. She stuck closely to the side of one of the mature hunters, and while much of what she learned was applied, she found she had much more to learn. The thrill of the hunt sunk quickly and deeply in her heart, however, and it soon took her over. She became obsessed with hunting, and decided after but a few meager years of training to dedicate her life to it.<br />
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:: This went against her tribe's custom, however. When J'adaeza's more relaxed chores and duties began to wane in favor to her hunting, she was taken aside and spoken to. At first, they only expressed concerned. Then, when she ignored their words and abandoned her other disciplines in arrogant need for the sport, they began to punish her in true. As an adolescent who, as pre-teens tend to be, was absolutely certain she knew what was best for her, J'azaeda rebelled against the obedience they demanded from her. This was not an uncommon thing at her age, even in the tribe, but it was still disruptive to a community so small. She was frustratingly single-minded and stuck to it. So one evening, after a particularly bad spat with her aunt, she decided to leave the tribe.<br />
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:: Leaving itself wasn't terribly traumatic to J'adaeza. The tribe, at the time, was on a particularly wealthy streak in the Shroud. She took a sufficient amount of foodstuffs and her spear, and set off at the opposite direction. It was liberating, for a while, until she found that one of her half-sisters trailing slowly after her. Having heard of J'adaeza's leaving, J'adisa had soon departed for her own reasoning. Guilt and familial obligation forced her to look over this other girl, who had no skill in hunting or fighting.<br />
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:: While J'adaeza and J'adisa traveled back to La Noscea, they found that life without a tribe was more difficult than previously imagined. While J'adaeza was a fair enough hunter, she was poor at every other practical application. Her rebellion became her own punishment, as her sister and her struggled to feed themselves or find proper campsites. There were many close calls to unsavory sorts and rabid beastmen, and J'adaeza gathered many colorful stories about swiping equipment from unsuspecting travelers.<br />
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:: During such a colorful tale, she managed to cross paths with the wrong sort of folk. The story involved behind to why, and how the events unfolded, tends to change with each evolution of the story in present day; suggesting a reluctance to admit why or perhaps even a true confusion as to its truth. But what she does always tell, and seem to recall accurately, is the mutilation of her back. Tossed into the sea of Vylbrand, she nearly drowned. Miracle of miracles, she survived. Washed upon the beach with her back quickly growing an infection. Time for her at this point grew wildly inconsistent. A fever over-took her and she wandered in search of shelter or help. Her body was dying, already weak from her time in the water and what she was certain had been her death. Now, she was experiencing the agony of dying all over again.<br />
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:: Here is where [[Vilsewaen Steinhoh]] rescued the dying miqo'te. She had no idea, for a long time, that she was even in the care of anyone. He tended to her in one of his camps in the lowlands of Vylbrand until she recovered enough to become lucid and aware of her situation. They spoke, and while she was still too weak to move did tell him of her sister and where their campsite had been before her near-fatal accident. J'adisa came immediately and helped Vilsewaen tend to J'adaeza. He spoke strangely, but treated them kindly, and offered more than enough hospitality that they felt comfortable staying at his side.<br />
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====<div style="padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Rebirth</div>====<br />
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:: Though the two half-sisters did not intend to stay with Vilsewaen long, his proficiency of living alone was more than they had. When he offered to teach them, they ended up agreeing. Thus it was that the two came under his tutelage, and the tutelage became something more. His patience and lack of social skills were precisely the right combination of dry and kind that the two bonded with. So when Vilsewaen, the wandering hermit that he is, said he was climbing higher to the La Noscean mountains he took J'adaeza and J'adisa with him.<br />
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:: There is where J'adaeza's birth into Staelufre became apparent. Though she may had been on the physical brink of death before, with Vilsewaen's help she finally accepted that she will never again be part of a tribe. And as the hermit accepted these two lost girls into his care, he gave to them his traditions and philosophies as well. So J'adaeza and J'adisa came to be known, respectively, as Staelufre Lysmerl and Siehrova Brynstymm. The women were encouraged to be free and study whatever pursuit came to their heart, while their new father ensured their welfare and ability to look after themselves. So they developed into two opposites. Where Staelufre was wild, Siehrova was patient: Where Staelufre learned and strengthened her body, Siehrova was curious and expanded her mind. The two were dawn and dusk, and they both loved Vilsewaen as if he were the sky itself.<br />
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:: The three were very happy for a long time. As was his nature, Vilsewaen would often leave the two to wander. Even attached to others, he was still a hermit at heart. But Staelufre and Siehrova did not seem to mind. Their growth became exponential as they explored the mountains of La Noscea, alone and away from any civilization. The two bonded until their differences expanded and then compounded, both taking pieces of each other until neither were sure which one began and the other ended. These are the happiest memories to Staelufre, with her ever-present sister and her wayward father. Each so dear to her that she would have rather died than be left without them in the world.<br />
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:: Eventually Staelufre and Siehrova left La Noscea. Vilsewaen went with them as far as the Shroud, and from there they wandered to Coerthas. The cold weather did not suit Siehrova, but the stars fascinated her sister. Staelufre had always been fascinated by stars and their clarity in these northern grounds stole her heart away. They wandered wherever they wished, though often returned to their "home" in the mountains.<br />
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:: About four years before the Calamity fell, Vilsewaen took in another rogue soul. While Staelufre isn't sure where the old man found [[Renee Becquerel]] - who was then Renaud - he certainly came to become a large figurehead for the elezen. The then-named Wakkeyha Syngronn became Vilsewaen's apprentice. This excited the first time Staelufre ever felt jealousy in another person. She had always thought of her father as belonging to their family, and here was an interloper to steal Vilsewaen's time and ideals away from their already precious moments. It frustrated her, and she harbored equal envy that Renee had the Echo while she did not. So when the Garlean forces threatened their doorstep and Renee announced her leave, Staelufre was overjoyed... until Vilsewaen announced he was leaving as well.<br />
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:: She remained in the mountains of La Noscea until after Dalamud hit. Then she waited longer for Vilsewaen to return. Eventually, she became too anxious and left - parting with Siehrova for the first time in years. She traveled, seeing the cruelty and savagery that was brought on with total desolation. While uninterested in helping cities to rebuild and regrow, she did know that her skills as a hunter would do many well. So Staelufre took up many odd jobs, expanding her skills and honing her ability as a hunter to be met by the need and demand of others.<br />
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:: This continued until the ships were rebuilt and the island reconnected to the rest of Eorzea. Then Staelufre left, wanderlust unable to be sated. She continued to work as a hunter for hire for a small time, building a thin and unimportant network of people who knew her by face if not by name. She abandoned it, however, when Revenant's Toll was being formed. Instead she returned to Siehrova and two journeyed there, to a place where Siehrova's genius and thirsty for knowledge could be met on a frontier that would also excite her more than any dusty library. For a time, Staelufre remained in Mor Dhona withe her sister. She did little other than wander and explore, doting upon her other half until such time that she became too thirsty for the hunt again.<br />
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:: So she left. She regathered her structure of hunting for meager favors or bits of gil, for things that she could not make or find herself in the wild. This was when she came to find, from Vilsewaen, that the long-left apprentice Renee Becquerel had started a Free Company. While the name the Coral Sea was appeasing to her, what truly interested her was the name of their home. It was named in her honor, supposedly, and while her desire to be free and away from any form of civilization was strong... the compulsion to see such a strange thing was stronger. So Staelufre wandered for her first time into the Mist, and quickly became lost.<br />
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:: This was where she met [[L'aenoh Tia]]. Through a quick spiral of events, he introduced her to many others of the Coral Sea. Their relationship becoming something strong, she remained near to the Mist - begrudgingly - to also remain near him. Her first impression of the people was unpleasant. They commonly referred to her as "Zhen's replacement" or "stray", and it happened so often and with so much repetition she accepted it as the views of all those who lived within walls. Dejected and hurt by their actions and calloused attitudes, Staelufre withdrew even further from any want to be apart of the Coral Sea or its people.<br />
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:: It took much convincing and debate before L'aenoh was able to get Staelufre to join the Coral Sea's roster. She still argues that she's not properly a member. In her eyes, she has never been fully socially accepted. Yet she is officially documented in their applications, so is technically a member. Being with the Coral Sea has expanded those she met, as well, to most everyone that she currently knows. While she disappears for long times to hunt or do whatever else she wishes, she does commonly return to the Free Company house either for its luxuries or its company.<br />
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:: Even more recent, she's been traveling to the Goblet on a frequency basis. There is a select few of people who have caught her interest, and that she's certain hold answers they may not be sure that they have. As ever, she has a habit of finding ill fortune and then diving into it even deeper.<br />
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''Some of these rumors are untrue or are greatly exaggerated. Please feel free to add your own rumors under PC!''<br />
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: <center><font style="color:#000000;" size="3">♥</font> Sexual Attraction <font style="color:#F02311;" size="3">♥</font> Romantic Interest <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font> Platonic Love</center> <br />
: <center><font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> Good Standing <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> Neutral <font style="color:#C24640;" size="3">●</font> Poor Standing</center><br />
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: <font style="color:#F02311;" size="3">♥</font> <font style="color:#000000;" size="3">♥</font> [[L'aenoh Tia]]: "Ganzjaega Riklifaeld" : A man she met in the Mist. Their beginnings were rather rough, though both held an attraction for the other since the moment they met. After some struggle with a rather cruel Keeper named Hnaba, they came together and bonded in a way neither expected. Ever since, the two have been inseparable. Staelufre has come to love him in true. She has no plans to deviate from his side, and goes to great lengths to ensure his safety.<br />
: <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font> [[Vilsewaen Steinhoh]]: Her father, her mentor, her brother. He is the person Staelufre respects the most in her life, and strives to be like. It is a constant disappointment to her that she cannot follow in his footsteps, or become precisely alike him. Almost everything she does is to give him pride and prove herself worthy in his eyes.<br />
: <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font> [[Siehrova Brynstymm]]: Her sister. Staelufre is wildly protective of her intelligent and kind kin. Their shared history has forged their bond into something that is unbreakable. She values Siehrova for her intelligence and quick wit, and admires her for being able to do so many things that she cannot even conceive possible. While her sister works on various projects in Mor Dhona, almost always consisting of magitek, Staelufre makes sure to provide her sister with every comfort and need she could ask for.<br />
: <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font> [[Renaud Becquerel]]: "Wakkeyha Syngronn" : Her brother, her rival. He is the apprentice of her father and his natural affinity to truth and ownership of the Echo has made Wakkeyha the favorite of Vilsewaen. In this, Staelufre is constantly jealous of him and irritated of his natural prowess with mysticism. She sees in him all the things she wishes she can be, and he is blissfully ignorant of such facts. His fawning and doting over Staelufre as his own sister only makes her feel guilty of this, and oddly endeared to the man she names brother.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Jancis Milburga]]: "Solkeim Brynroega" : Her friend. Jancis and she first met through L'aenoh, and the healer has proved nothing but kind and stalwart. Even in the heat of battle or its gross after-effects, the woman never seems to waver. Even in the grossest of situations, Jancis is a shining beacon for her to orient herself. Staelufre remains loyal to her, and has never had cause to question this. She plans to ever be.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Ja'ren A'lenthin]]: "Arengybet Haerzhylt" : Their relationship begun on a rocky note. Miscommunication and estranged feelings made the two incapable of seeing eye-to-eye at first. Yet, when entrusting Ja'ren with a mysterious Void artefact, the two began a strange journey that solidified their friendship. Unexpected circumstances brought them even closer, and Ja'ren teaches her much of her magick and control over it. She ever admired Ja'ren, though also finds him foolish at times.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Tiergan Vashir]]: "Wynztier Eifaufre" : A recent friend to Staelufre, but a strong one. Originally a strange man, she became endeared to him after a long talk about the Lotus. Some of his earnest personality began to shine, and with it Staelufre saw someone of noble heart. She has since followed him throughout much of Eorzea on bizarre adventures to save friends or return them home. Every time they speak, she finds her respect for him growing. And also a sister-like desire to scold him for so often succumbing to his emotions.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Zaius Rhal'seer]]: "Doenruht Formnwust" : Staelufre's teacher. After Zaius insulted her mate by beating him in battle and tying him to a bed, she sought Zaius out to seek revenge. With original intentions of killing him, she was instead impressed by his technique and strength. After agreeing to teach her, and a couple lessons, she's come to trust the Keeper entirely. He shows to her an amount of care and yet willingness to let her learn. Because of that, she gives him an amount of blind faith many would advise against.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Teld're Eska'aldren]]: "Myrganais Gesprheti" : The seer, as she called him, is a strange and recent friend. He is mercurial and ever-shifting. In just one sun, she saw many sides to the man and is fascinated by each of them. She doesn't quite understand why, but some how Teld're has already earned her trust. Not only this, but she's begun to learn of a mystery that invokes her unyielding curiosity.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font><font style="color:#000000;" size="3">♥</font> [[Telos]]: "Guolstyrm Grymhoh" : Someone who holds the answers to many of her questions. He's treated her fairly, and kindly, and for this she holds to him a sense of loyalty. There's something that makes others frightened of him, however, so she is subtly wary of what his presence can bring. She also has an irrational and utterly dorky schoolgirl crush on him.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[J'azhar Tia]]: Introduced to her through Sylas, the young member of Jackal tribe was originally supposed to be a source of information. He quickly charmed her not only with a sense of his kindness for their mutual friends, but also his innocent manner of speech. They spoke of not only the more grim things, but also of lighter topics that soon left her laughing and delighted. It seems their friend circles have merged, for which Staelufre is only thankful, as she's ultimately fond of J'azhar's fretting and warm personality.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Leanne Delphium]]: The appointed "best friend". After having scolded Staelufre on ill social behavior, L'aenoh assigned the two of them to be friends from then on out. It's been somewhat uncertain ground, but the hat-clad woman is such a different presence that Staelufre help but agree she's fine friend material. Much is unknown about Leanne, though she manages to keep amusing Staelufre.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Faolan Woodlock]]: "Nezelcwin" : A man she hardly knows. He smells of campfire smoke and forests. This initial impression leads Staelufre to wanting to know more. After recent events that led her to witness Faolan's way of healing, and the knowledge he witnessed Dhemgeim's death, she's only more intent on prying beneath that mask of his.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[R'sass Thras]]: Her student. A young miqo'te whose tribe has disbanded, she was intent on learning to hunt. The reverence Sass has for her is baffling and, as she believes it, misguided. But it is still a pleasant and entertaining thing to teach another her methods of hunting.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[R'ostam Tia]]: Relative to R'sass, Staelufre finds him hot-headed and brash. His silent behavior, she knows, is entirely a front for a confused and conflicted young man. She hopes to teach him a little of fighting, though also knows that she is by far the least capable of giving him what he needs to know to make a better life outside the tribe.<br />
: <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> [[Memeli Meli]]: "Toffvann" : A powerful lalafell and magnificent braggart. She holds little respect for this person, but does recognize in her the potential to do much. They haven't shared much but in passing, though Memeli's ability to find trouble and also find her way out is always worthy of admiration.<br />
: <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> [[Finecia Hawke]]: "Blahntrachyn" : A peculiar hyur. Staelufre does not trust Finecia in the way she would never fully trust a dragon. Though she wears her past plainly, there is always an uncertainty to what happening in Finecia's mind. She is, at least, a reliable healer.<br />
: <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> [[R'lexia Thras]]: "Lihtleita" : A quiet miqo'te who has not revealed much about herself. While she is Finecia's mate, Staelufre is not yet sure of Lexia's mettle. She seems determined, but there is a weakness and hesitance in her actions that makes Staelufre wonder.<br />
: <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> [[Chaska Dakwhil]]: "Tenkoeya" : Ja'ren's mate and a person Staelufre always wonders about. While mute, her wisdom and cunning is unprecedented. Or because it is because of her inability to talk that Chaska has a way of thinking unparalleled. Either way, Staelufre owes deep respect to Chaska, though knows the two of them are unlikely to ever become friends.<br />
: <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> [[Franz Renatus]]: "Iyrnfystsyn" : After having dealt with an unpleasant elezen, the two came to a mutual understanding. She does not truly wonder after the man, but does at times wonder at his strength. He has, at the very least, the presence enough for her to take his word as truth.<br />
: <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> [[Oscare Iono]]: "Blanabrenn" : Another she knows to be a Garlean. She does not particularly care for this dark-skinned hyur, but he has never done anything to upset her either. At best, she knows him as Jancis' friend.<br />
: <font style="color:#C24640;" size="3">●</font> [[Tausenadel Geispyrsyn]]: "Wybhaerz" : An officer of the Coral Sea. Upon their first meeting, he seemed kind enough, though at their second and every meeting after, he insists on calling her "Stray". Staelufre has expressed her displeasure with this sentiment, and refuses to forgive him for being unable to listen to her or respect her.<br />
: <font style="color:#C24640;" size="3">●</font> [[Sigurd Rainecourt]]: "Bremlohr" : A pitiful little hyur. His weakness makes her dislike and distaste for him very obvious. She thinks that it is a shame, for he has many strong allies, but will never reach to such heights himself.<br />
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{{Infobox-character<br />
| name = Staelufre Lysmerl<br />
| image = Staewikiprofile.png<br />
| imagewidth = 250<br />
| caption = "May prey find your path."<br />
| gender = Female<br />
| citizenship = N/A<br />
| race = Miqo'te<br />
| clan = Seeker of the Sun<br />
| stat_1 = Age<br />
| stat_1_value = Mid-twenties<br />
| stat_2 = Sexuality<br />
| stat_2_value = Heterosexual<br />
| stat_3 = Occupation<br />
| stat_3_value = Hunter<br />
| stat_4 = Height/Weight<br />
| stat_4_value = 5 fulms, 0 ilms / 110 ponze<br />
| stat_5 = Diety <br />
| stat_5_value = Halone, the Fury<br />
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'''Staelufre Lysmerl''' (pronounced /stail-OU-frey LEES-mar-ill/) was born on 10th Sun of the 5th Umbral Era (October 10th). Her name means "Still Shore of the Bright Sea". She is a miqo'te who was born to one of the vagrant Jackal tribes in La Noscea, wandering through much of Eorzea with them during her childhood. She has kept the affinity to remaining in the wilderness over any form of civilization to this day, and has a very odd way of speaking.<br />
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===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #EB9F9F;font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Basic Info</div>===<br />
Not everyone can understand or relate to Staelufre. This is, at times, exceedingly frustrating to her. She speaks with a parlance that was invented and perfected by a hermit, and thus the mannerisms she uses are very foreign and often leading to misunderstanding. She has, however, been getting lessons on how to speak easier and has begun to become acquainted with a more common cant. Only adding to her oddities, she will avoid cities at a very unreasonable rate. At times, she also forgoes the comfort of houses and chooses to disappear into the wilderness for suns at a time. She prefers alcohol and fighting to any sort of minimal comfort, and excels in agility over brute strength or magick. Because Staelufre is terrible at remembering names, she often gives people her own "nicknames" derived from the roegadyn language.<br />
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:<small>''"He is prey; weak, frightened and unable to fight his way free. He becomes terrified and runs into the briars, then complains when they get caught in his fur. Such rabbits do not deserve pity, or mercy."''<br />
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:''"Oft, you are taken by the deep and churning tides. As they pull you below, to tumble you about, you must not fight. The sea is as nourishing as she is treacherous."''<br />
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:''"I find no small comfort in the shores of my kin. The apprentice and his bannermen honor me with mine namesake, but it is ever the freedom of the sea that I give myself to."''</small><br />
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: <font style="color:#F7A29E;" size="3">■</font> Outdoors<br />
: <font style="color:#F7A29E;" size="3">■</font> Sweets<br />
: <font style="color:#F7A29E;" size="3">■</font> Knives<br />
: <font style="color:#F7A29E;" size="3">■</font> Pink<br />
: <font style="color:#F7A29E;" size="3">■</font> Fighting<br />
: <font style="color:#F7A29E;" size="3">■</font> Dresses<br />
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: <font style="color:#F3C6B9;" size="3">■</font> Crowds (and similarly loud noises)<br />
: <font style="color:#F3C6B9;" size="3">■</font> Cowardice<br />
: <font style="color:#F3C6B9;" size="3">■</font> Cities / tribes<br />
: <font style="color:#F3C6B9;" size="3">■</font> Authority<br />
: <font style="color:#F3C6B9;" size="3">■</font> Extravagance<br />
: <font style="color:#F3C6B9;" size="3">■</font> Loneliness<br />
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: <font style="color:#FAEDDF;" size="3">■</font> Perceptive to truer intentions<br />
: <font style="color:#FAEDDF;" size="3">■</font> Hunting<br />
: <font style="color:#FAEDDF;" size="3">■</font> Endurance or agility exercises<br />
: <font style="color:#FAEDDF;" size="3">■</font> Whittling<br />
: <font style="color:#FAEDDF;" size="3">■</font> Going, or remaining, largely unseen<br />
: <font style="color:#FAEDDF;" size="3">■</font> Singing<br />
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: Staelufre cuts a slight figure, but nothing about her short stature is wasted. She is muscled and athletic in build, though short. Her skin is tanned and golden in complexion from both heritage and a great many days in the sun. With naturally pink hair and tail, though neither accept to being tried to tame. Her hair is fluffy and wild, and so often cut short or bound down by clips. Usually, after hunting, it's also caked in mud. Even more stunning than a girl with pink hair are her gold eyes. They glare at most of the world from behind long lashes, sharp and stripping. Even with the round face and fat, up-turned nose, the gentleness of her face is ruined by such intruding eyes.<br />
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: In almost all situations Staelufre's garbed lightly, wearing little more armor than leather. If there's any metal to her outfit, it is to reinforce weak points such as her shins or forearms. Never does Staelufre show her back, as across it is an uneven and encompassing scar that stretches from shoulders to lower back. More scars mar her arms and hands, though she also commonly wears gloves. Staelufre never goes anywhere without at least a knife, either hidden or plain, and cannot stand to equally part comfortable realms without her most precious ring.<br />
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: Staelufre most often stands slouched or with arms crossed, especially when in the presence of others. In crowds she is withdrawn, quiet and in corners. Anything more than five or six others and Staelufre simply tends to leave. She does not, under many circumstances, go into cities or crowded areas. She fears large numbers of people after being so withdrawn from civilization. It is to a point where she resents and hates any form of building or city, even at times preaching against the luxury of society. While she believes her words, she does also enjoy the luxuries that homes can provide. Beds and showers are much better than roots and cold lakes.<br />
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: In one word, a sum of her personality would be paradox. She is innocent and violent, both a hunter and likewise utterly feminine. She is harsh in her truths, and warm in her lies. Staelufre is both wise when it comes to others, and utterly ignorant in how to interact with them. Introspective, yet starved for friendship. Should anyone offer her kindness, she will eagerly drink it up and follow at their heels thereafter. Being alone for so long has both driven her to want freedom and to equally want camaraderie. <br />
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: One thing that is less fluid and contrary is her perspective on other people. People are either weak or strong, prey or hunters. Those who are prey she pities and sees no value in. Those who are hunters, she respects. Respect does not always mean Staelufre likes or trust them, however. After spending so long in the wild, she knows very well how to discern who is stronger and how to avoid confrontation. Unfortunately, she also strives to better herself at nearly every turn, so often has a deliberate cause and wish to throw herself into unfair situations just to come out stronger. This often makes her come across as rash, when the acts are in fact deliberate and she's always keenly aware of the very real danger of dying.<br />
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: If in situations when speaking to an individual person she trusts, Staelufre's personality truly shines through. Her words are eloquent and well-chosen, her loyalty is unbearably strong, and her optimism unyielding. She gives advice as best she can and admits ignorance when she cannot. Pride does, at times, keep her from asking for help when she needs it. When speaking to an individual that Staelufre dislikes, she becomes guarded and calloused. Her words are gated, capable of meaning anything, and her lies are so smooth it's impossible to tell them from the half-true metaphors. Her ability to command her emotions in front of those who she deems weaker is impressive, as is her capability of detaching value to their life. Those who are weak, in her opinion, are better off dead. Should Staelufre be speaking, however, individually with a person she doesn't yet know well, she'll always regard them in the way she would regard a new hunting territory. Assessing their weaknesses and prying for strengths, seeking the balance of their personality to determine whether or not they are worth her time.<br />
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: Staelufre does not fight other people very well. She is more akin to the hunt, to employing stealth and surprise, than to fighting others one-on-one. The thrill of battle still runs hot through her, however, and she always enjoys a good fight. Even if it means getting beaten black and blue, she'll take on an opponent if nothing more than for the experience of it. Because of her inexperience in direct combat, she relies mostly on her larger skills. This would be agility and speed. Not getting hit is the biggest name of her game, and while she can take a couple blows they wear her down quickly. Training for combat is not much in hefting weapons and striking dummies. She trains for flexibility and endurance. Running, stretching, climbing; unorthodox things that keep her body in shape but often don't translate into direct physical combat.<br />
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: Primarily, to defeat an opponent, Staelufre uses daggers. She looks for openings in armor first, and exploits any vulnerable spots. Due to being spry and nimble, reaching odd places isn't very difficult. What is difficult is getting close enough to cut without getting hit. So after a few slashes, Staelufre tends to back off and exhaust her opponent by letting them bleed out. To opponents she aims to kill rather than simply defeat, she usually aims for the neck or their gut. Blood is not something the miqo'te is shy of. If she aims to kill as well, it is even less likely that Staelufre will approach an opponent directly.<br />
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:: Born daughter of J'tyraka Nuhn in the jungles of La Noscea as J'adaeza, she had a relatively blissful childhood. Their tribe was exceedingly small, no more than forty people at once, and strictly nomadic. Primarily they traveled through La Noscea, but in her lifetime did build small crafts to carry them across the waters to find new hunting grounds in the Black Shroud. Because of the fact they were so small, it was required for every member of the tribe to be trained and responsible for many aspects of the community. From small things such as building fires, or to larger things such as teaching the children. It was expected, in her tribe, for men and women to both be able to hunt as well as mend wounds.<br />
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:: As with all the other children, being trained to be a productive member of the tribe begun as soon as infancy ended. Her life was relatively easy, for all that a nomadic tribal life could be. She did not excel very well when it came to cooking or skinning creatures. She did not have much patience to learn to stitch clothes back together, and was often scolded for playing too roughly with the other children. Yet one day, she was brought to her mother's tent and given a choice of weaponry. This would be the weapon she would wield for the rest of her life in the tribe, trained in it until it became as much part of her as a limb. Only then would she be allowed to hunt. J'adaeza chose a spear, which was too large for her scrawny form, but stubbornly kept to it.<br />
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:: To those of younger ages, one of the more experienced Tias became their teacher. He taught them how to use the weapons they chose, in a strict yet not unkind manner. J'adaeza at this time was awful with the spear. She commonly dropped it, or was much too loud when carrying it around. She was scolded almost constantly, given extra exercises to learn her weapon better, and not allowed to return to the fires until she finished them. It was punishing, but also rewarding. So early in age, she didn't become bitter by the experience, but instead elevated to enjoy the push of her body. To wield the spear was not a natural thing to the tiny pink-haired girl, but she progressed and became decent at it. Once proficient enough, the Tia then began to train her in hunting tactics and strategies. How to step quietly and place traps, the knowledge of sensing danger and so forth.<br />
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:: At ten, as is traditional in her tribe, J'adaeza was taken on her first hunting trip. She was not permitted to strike at any creatures or wander on her own. She stuck closely to the side of one of the mature hunters, and while much of what she learned was applied, she found she had much more to learn. The thrill of the hunt sunk quickly and deeply in her heart, however, and it soon took her over. She became obsessed with hunting, and decided after but a few meager years of training to dedicate her life to it.<br />
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:: This went against her tribe's custom, however. When J'adaeza's more relaxed chores and duties began to wane in favor to her hunting, she was taken aside and spoken to. At first, they only expressed concerned. Then, when she ignored their words and abandoned her other disciplines in arrogant need for the sport, they began to punish her in true. As an adolescent who, as pre-teens tend to be, was absolutely certain she knew what was best for her, J'azaeda rebelled against the obedience they demanded from her. This was not an uncommon thing at her age, even in the tribe, but it was still disruptive to a community so small. She was frustratingly single-minded and stuck to it. So one evening, after a particularly bad spat with her aunt, she decided to leave the tribe.<br />
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:: Leaving itself wasn't terribly traumatic to J'adaeza. The tribe, at the time, was on a particularly wealthy streak in the Shroud. She took a sufficient amount of foodstuffs and her spear, and set off at the opposite direction. It was liberating, for a while, until she found that one of her half-sisters trailing slowly after her. Having heard of J'adaeza's leaving, J'adisa had soon departed for her own reasoning. Guilt and familial obligation forced her to look over this other girl, who had no skill in hunting or fighting.<br />
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: <center><font style="color:#000000;" size="3">♥</font> Sexual Desire <font style="color:#F02311;" size="3">♥</font> Romantic Interest <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font> Platonic Love</center> <br />
: <center><font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> Good Standing <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> Neutral <font style="color:#C24640;" size="3">●</font> Poor Standing</center><br />
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: <font style="color:#F02311;" size="3">♥</font> <font style="color:#000000;" size="3">♥</font> [[L'aenoh Tia]]: "Ganzjaega Riklifaeld" : A man she met in the Mist. Their beginnings were rather rough, though both held an attraction for the other since the moment they met. After some struggle with a rather cruel Keeper named Hnaba, they came together and bonded in a way neither expected. Ever since, the two have been inseparable. Staelufre has come to love him in true. She has no plans to deviate from his side, and goes to great lengths to ensure his safety.<br />
: <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font> [[Vilsewaen Steinhoh]]: Her father, her mentor, her brother. He is the person Staelufre respects the most in her life, and strives to be like. It is a constant disappointment to her that she cannot follow in his footsteps, or become precisely alike him. Almost everything she does is to give him pride and prove herself worthy in his eyes.<br />
: <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font> [[Siehrova Brynstymm]]: Her sister. Staelufre is wildly protective of her intelligent and kind kin. Their shared history has forged their bond into something that is unbreakable. She values Siehrova for her intelligence and quick wit, and admires her for being able to do so many things that she cannot even conceive possible. While her sister works on various projects in Mor Dhona, almost always consisting of magitek, Staelufre makes sure to provide her sister with every comfort and need she could ask for.<br />
: <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font> [[Renaud Becquerel]]: "Wakkeyha Syngronn" : Her brother, her rival. He is the apprentice of her father and his natural affinity to truth and ownership of the Echo has made Wakkeyha the favorite of Vilsewaen. In this, Staelufre is constantly jealous of him and irritated of his natural prowess with mysticism. She sees in him all the things she wishes she can be, and he is blissfully ignorant of such facts. His fawning and doting over Staelufre as his own sister only makes her feel guilty of this, and oddly endeared to the man she names brother.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Jancis Milburga]]: "Solkeim Brynroega" : Her friend. Jancis and she first met through L'aenoh, and the healer has proved nothing but kind and stalwart. Even in the heat of battle or its gross after-effects, the woman never seems to waver. Even in the grossest of situations, Jancis is a shining beacon for her to orient herself. Staelufre remains loyal to her, and has never had cause to question this. She plans to ever be.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Ja'ren A'lenthin]]: "Arengybet Haerzhylt" : Their relationship begun on a rocky note. Miscommunication and estranged feelings made the two incapable of seeing eye-to-eye at first. Yet, when entrusting Ja'ren with a mysterious Void artefact, the two began a strange journey that solidified their friendship. Unexpected circumstances brought them even closer, and Ja'ren teaches her much of her magick and control over it. She ever admired Ja'ren, though also finds him foolish at times.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Tiergan Vashir]]: "Wynztier Eifaufre" : A recent friend to Staelufre, but a strong one. Originally a strange man, she became endeared to him after a long talk about the Lotus. Some of his earnest personality began to shine, and with it Staelufre saw someone of noble heart. She has since followed him throughout much of Eorzea on bizarre adventures to save friends or return them home. Every time they speak, she finds her respect for him growing. And also a sister-like desire to scold him for so often succumbing to his emotions.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Zaius Rhal'seer]]: "Doenruht Formnwust" : Staelufre's teacher. After Zaius insulted her mate by beating him in battle and tying him to a bed, she sought Zaius out to seek revenge. With original intentions of killing him, she was instead impressed by his technique and strength. After agreeing to teach her, and a couple lessons, she's come to trust the Keeper entirely. He shows to her an amount of care and yet willingness to let her learn. Because of that, she gives him an amount of blind faith many would advise against.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Teld're Eska'aldren]]: "Myrganais Gesprheti" : The seer, as she called him, is a strange and recent friend. He is mercurial and ever-shifting. In just one sun, she saw many sides to the man and is fascinated by each of them. She doesn't quite understand why, but some how Teld're has already earned her trust. Not only this, but she's begun to learn of a mystery that invokes her unyielding curiosity.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font><font style="color:#000000;" size="3">♥</font> [[Telos]]: "Guolstyrm Grymhoh" : Someone who holds the answers to many of her questions. He's treated her fairly, and kindly, and for this she holds to him a sense of loyalty. There's something that makes others frightened of him, however, so she is subtly wary of what his presence can bring. She also has an irrational and utterly dorky schoolgirl crush on him.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[J'azhar Tia]]: Introduced to her through Sylas, the young member of Jackal tribe was originally supposed to be a source of information. He quickly charmed her not only with a sense of his kindness for their mutual friends, but also his innocent manner of speech. They spoke of not only the more grim things, but also of lighter topics that soon left her laughing and delighted. It seems their friend circles have merged, for which Staelufre is only thankful, as she's ultimately fond of J'azhar's fretting and warm personality.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Leanne Delphium]]: The appointed "best friend". After having scolded Staelufre on ill social behavior, L'aenoh assigned the two of them to be friends from then on out. It's been somewhat uncertain ground, but the hat-clad woman is such a different presence that Staelufre help but agree she's fine friend material. Much is unknown about Leanne, though she manages to keep amusing Staelufre.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Faolan Woodlock]]: A man she hardly knows. He smells of campfire smoke and forests. This initial impression leads Staelufre to wanting to know more. After recent events that led her to witness Faolan's way of healing, and the knowledge he witnessed Dhemgeim's death, she's only more intent on prying beneath that mask of his.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[R'sass Thras]]: Her student. A young miqo'te whose tribe has disbanded, she was intent on learning to hunt. The reverence Sass has for her is baffling and, as she believes it, misguided. But it is still a pleasant and entertaining thing to teach another her methods of hunting.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[R'ostam Tia]]: Relative to R'sass, Staelufre finds him hot-headed and brash. His silent behavior, she knows, is entirely a front for a confused and conflicted young man. She hopes to teach him a little of fighting, though also knows that she is by far the least capable of giving him what he needs to know to make a better life outside the tribe.<br />
: <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> [[Memeli Meli]]: "Toffvann" : A powerful lalafell and magnificent braggart. She holds little respect for this person, but does recognize in her the potential to do much. They haven't shared much but in passing, though Memeli's ability to find trouble and also find her way out is always worthy of admiration.<br />
: <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> [[Finecia Hawke]]: "Blahntrachyn" : A peculiar hyur. Staelufre does not trust Finecia in the way she would never fully trust a dragon. Though she wears her past plainly, there is always an uncertainty to what happening in Finecia's mind. She is, at least, a reliable healer.<br />
: <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> [[R'lexia Thras]]: "Lihtleita" : A quiet miqo'te who has not revealed much about herself. While she is Finecia's mate, Staelufre is not yet sure of Lexia's mettle. She seems determined, but there is a weakness and hesitance in her actions that makes Staelufre wonder.<br />
: <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> [[Chaska Dakwhil]]: "Tenkoeya" : Ja'ren's mate and a person Staelufre always wonders about. While mute, her wisdom and cunning is unprecedented. Or because it is because of her inability to talk that Chaska has a way of thinking unparalleled. Either way, Staelufre owes deep respect to Chaska, though knows the two of them are unlikely to ever become friends.<br />
: <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> [[Franz Renatus]]: "Iyrnfystsyn" : After having dealt with an unpleasant elezen, the two came to a mutual understanding. She does not truly wonder after the man, but does at times wonder at his strength. He has, at the very least, the presence enough for her to take his word as truth.<br />
: <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> [[Oscare Iono]]: "Blanabrenn" : Another she knows to be a Garlean. She does not particularly care for this dark-skinned hyur, but he has never done anything to upset her either. At best, she knows him as Jancis' friend.<br />
: <font style="color:#C24640;" size="3">●</font> [[Tausenadel Geispyrsyn]]: "Wybhaerz" : An officer of the Coral Sea. Upon their first meeting, he seemed kind enough, though at their second and every meeting after, he insists on calling her "Stray". Staelufre has expressed her displeasure with this sentiment, and refuses to forgive him for being unable to listen to her or respect her.<br />
: <font style="color:#C24640;" size="3">●</font> [[Sigurd Rainecourt]]: "Bremlohr" : A pitiful little hyur. His weakness makes her dislike and distaste for him very obvious. She thinks that it is a shame, for he has many strong allies, but will never reach to such heights himself.<br />
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{{Infobox-character<br />
| name = Staelufre Lysmerl<br />
| image = Staewikiprofile.png<br />
| imagewidth = 250<br />
| caption = "May prey find your path."<br />
| gender = Female<br />
| citizenship = N/A<br />
| race = Miqo'te<br />
| clan = Seeker of the Sun<br />
| stat_1 = Age<br />
| stat_1_value = Mid-twenties<br />
| stat_2 = Sexuality<br />
| stat_2_value = Heterosexual<br />
| stat_3 = Occupation<br />
| stat_3_value = Hunter<br />
| stat_4 = Height/Weight<br />
| stat_4_value = 5 fulms, 0 ilms / 110 ponze<br />
| stat_5 = Diety <br />
| stat_5_value = Halone, the Fury<br />
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'''Staelufre Lysmerl''' (pronounced /stail-OU-frey LEES-mar-ill/) was born on 10th Sun of the 5th Umbral Era (October 10th). Her name means "Still Shore of the Bright Sea". She is a miqo'te who was born to one of the vagrant Jackal tribes in La Noscea, wandering through much of Eorzea with them during her childhood. She has kept the affinity to remaining in the wilderness over any form of civilization to this day, and has a very odd way of speaking.<br />
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Not everyone can understand or relate to Staelufre. This is, at times, exceedingly frustrating to her. She speaks with a parlance that was invented and perfected by a hermit, and thus the mannerisms she uses are very foreign and often leading to misunderstanding. She has, however, been getting lessons on how to speak easier and has begun to become acquainted with a more common cant. Only adding to her oddities, she will avoid cities at a very unreasonable rate. At times, she also forgoes the comfort of houses and chooses to disappear into the wilderness for suns at a time. She prefers alcohol and fighting to any sort of minimal comfort, and excels in agility over brute strength or magick. Because Staelufre is terrible at remembering names, she often gives people her own "nicknames" derived from the roegadyn language.<br />
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:<small>''"He is prey; weak, frightened and unable to fight his way free. He becomes terrified and runs into the briars, then complains when they get caught in his fur. Such rabbits do not deserve pity, or mercy."''<br />
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:''"Oft, you are taken by the deep and churning tides. As they pull you below, to tumble you about, you must not fight. The sea is as nourishing as she is treacherous."''<br />
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:''"I find no small comfort in the shores of my kin. The apprentice and his bannermen honor me with mine namesake, but it is ever the freedom of the sea that I give myself to."''</small><br />
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: <font style="color:#F7A29E;" size="3">■</font> Outdoors<br />
: <font style="color:#F7A29E;" size="3">■</font> Sweets<br />
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: <font style="color:#F3C6B9;" size="3">■</font> Crowds (and similarly loud noises)<br />
: <font style="color:#F3C6B9;" size="3">■</font> Cowardice<br />
: <font style="color:#F3C6B9;" size="3">■</font> Cities / tribes<br />
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: <font style="color:#F3C6B9;" size="3">■</font> Loneliness<br />
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: <font style="color:#FAEDDF;" size="3">■</font> Perceptive to truer intentions<br />
: <font style="color:#FAEDDF;" size="3">■</font> Hunting<br />
: <font style="color:#FAEDDF;" size="3">■</font> Endurance or agility exercises<br />
: <font style="color:#FAEDDF;" size="3">■</font> Whittling<br />
: <font style="color:#FAEDDF;" size="3">■</font> Going, or remaining, largely unseen<br />
: <font style="color:#FAEDDF;" size="3">■</font> Singing<br />
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: Staelufre cuts a slight figure, but nothing about her short stature is wasted. She is muscled and athletic in build, though short. Her skin is tanned and golden in complexion from both heritage and a great many days in the sun. With naturally pink hair and tail, though neither accept to being tried to tame. Her hair is fluffy and wild, and so often cut short or bound down by clips. Usually, after hunting, it's also caked in mud. Even more stunning than a girl with pink hair are her gold eyes. They glare at most of the world from behind long lashes, sharp and stripping. Even with the round face and fat, up-turned nose, the gentleness of her face is ruined by such intruding eyes.<br />
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: In almost all situations Staelufre's garbed lightly, wearing little more armor than leather. If there's any metal to her outfit, it is to reinforce weak points such as her shins or forearms. Never does Staelufre show her back, as across it is an uneven and encompassing scar that stretches from shoulders to lower back. More scars mar her arms and hands, though she also commonly wears gloves. Staelufre never goes anywhere without at least a knife, either hidden or plain, and cannot stand to equally part comfortable realms without her most precious ring.<br />
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: Staelufre most often stands slouched or with arms crossed, especially when in the presence of others. In crowds she is withdrawn, quiet and in corners. Anything more than five or six others and Staelufre simply tends to leave. She does not, under many circumstances, go into cities or crowded areas. She fears large numbers of people after being so withdrawn from civilization. It is to a point where she resents and hates any form of building or city, even at times preaching against the luxury of society. While she believes her words, she does also enjoy the luxuries that homes can provide. Beds and showers are much better than roots and cold lakes.<br />
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: In one word, a sum of her personality would be paradox. She is innocent and violent, both a hunter and likewise utterly feminine. She is harsh in her truths, and warm in her lies. Staelufre is both wise when it comes to others, and utterly ignorant in how to interact with them. Introspective, yet starved for friendship. Should anyone offer her kindness, she will eagerly drink it up and follow at their heels thereafter. Being alone for so long has both driven her to want freedom and to equally want camaraderie. <br />
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: One thing that is less fluid and contrary is her perspective on other people. People are either weak or strong, prey or hunters. Those who are prey she pities and sees no value in. Those who are hunters, she respects. Respect does not always mean Staelufre likes or trust them, however. After spending so long in the wild, she knows very well how to discern who is stronger and how to avoid confrontation. Unfortunately, she also strives to better herself at nearly every turn, so often has a deliberate cause and wish to throw herself into unfair situations just to come out stronger. This often makes her come across as rash, when the acts are in fact deliberate and she's always keenly aware of the very real danger of dying.<br />
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: If in situations when speaking to an individual person she trusts, Staelufre's personality truly shines through. Her words are eloquent and well-chosen, her loyalty is unbearably strong, and her optimism unyielding. She gives advice as best she can and admits ignorance when she cannot. Pride does, at times, keep her from asking for help when she needs it. When speaking to an individual that Staelufre dislikes, she becomes guarded and calloused. Her words are gated, capable of meaning anything, and her lies are so smooth it's impossible to tell them from the half-true metaphors. Her ability to command her emotions in front of those who she deems weaker is impressive, as is her capability of detaching value to their life. Those who are weak, in her opinion, are better off dead. Should Staelufre be speaking, however, individually with a person she doesn't yet know well, she'll always regard them in the way she would regard a new hunting territory. Assessing their weaknesses and prying for strengths, seeking the balance of their personality to determine whether or not they are worth her time.<br />
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: Staelufre does not fight other people very well. She is more akin to the hunt, to employing stealth and surprise, than to fighting others one-on-one. The thrill of battle still runs hot through her, however, and she always enjoys a good fight. Even if it means getting beaten black and blue, she'll take on an opponent if nothing more than for the experience of it. Because of her inexperience in direct combat, she relies mostly on her larger skills. This would be agility and speed. Not getting hit is the biggest name of her game, and while she can take a couple blows they wear her down quickly. Training for combat is not much in hefting weapons and striking dummies. She trains for flexibility and endurance. Running, stretching, climbing; unorthodox things that keep her body in shape but often don't translate into direct physical combat.<br />
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: Primarily, to defeat an opponent, Staelufre uses daggers. She looks for openings in armor first, and exploits any vulnerable spots. Due to being spry and nimble, reaching odd places isn't very difficult. What is difficult is getting close enough to cut without getting hit. So after a few slashes, Staelufre tends to back off and exhaust her opponent by letting them bleed out. To opponents she aims to kill rather than simply defeat, she usually aims for the neck or their gut. Blood is not something the miqo'te is shy of. If she aims to kill as well, it is even less likely that Staelufre will approach an opponent directly.<br />
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=====<div style="padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Tribal Years</div>=====<br />
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:: Born daughter of J'tyraka Nuhn in the jungles of La Noscea as J'adaeza, she had a relatively blissful childhood. Their tribe was exceedingly small, no more than forty people at once, and strictly nomadic. Primarily they traveled through La Noscea, but in her lifetime did build small crafts to carry them across the waters to find new hunting grounds in the Black Shroud. Because of the fact they were so small, it was required for every member of the tribe to be trained and responsible for many aspects of the community. From small things such as building fires, or to larger things such as teaching the children. It was expected, in her tribe, for men and women to both be able to hunt as well as mend wounds.<br />
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:: As with all the other children, being trained to be a productive member of the tribe begun as soon as infancy ended. Her life was relatively easy, for all that a nomadic tribal life could be. She did not excel very well when it came to cooking or skinning creatures. She did not have much patience to learn to stitch clothes back together, and was often scolded for playing too roughly with the other children. Yet one day, she was brought to her mother's tent and given a choice of weaponry. This would be the weapon she would wield for the rest of her life in the tribe, trained in it until it became as much part of her as a limb. Only then would she be allowed to hunt. J'adaeza chose a spear, which was too large for her scrawny form, but stubbornly kept to it.<br />
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:: To those of younger ages, one of the more experienced Tias became their teacher. He taught them how to use the weapons they chose, in a strict yet not unkind manner. J'adaeza at this time was awful with the spear. She commonly dropped it, or was much too loud when carrying it around. She was scolded almost constantly, given extra exercises to learn her weapon better, and not allowed to return to the fires until she finished them. It was punishing, but also rewarding. So early in age, she didn't become bitter by the experience, but instead elevated to enjoy the push of her body. To wield the spear was not a natural thing to the tiny pink-haired girl, but she progressed and became decent at it. Once proficient enough, the Tia then began to train her in hunting tactics and strategies. How to step quietly and place traps, the knowledge of sensing danger and so forth.<br />
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:: At ten, as is traditional in her tribe, J'adaeza was taken on her first hunting trip. She was not permitted to strike at any creatures or wander on her own. She stuck closely to the side of one of the mature hunters, and while much of what she learned was applied, she found she had much more to learn. The thrill of the hunt sunk quickly and deeply in her heart, however, and it soon took her over. She became obsessed with hunting, and decided after but a few meager years of training to dedicate her life to it.<br />
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:: This went against her tribe's custom, however. When J'adaeza's more relaxed chores and duties began to wane in favor to her hunting, she was taken aside and spoken to. At first, they only expressed concerned. Then, when she ignored their words and abandoned her other disciplines in arrogant need for the sport, they began to punish her in true. As an adolescent who, as pre-teens tend to be, was absolutely certain she knew what was best for her, J'azaeda rebelled against the obedience they demanded from her. This was not an uncommon thing at her age, even in the tribe, but it was still disruptive to a community so small. She was frustratingly single-minded and stuck to it. So one evening, after a particularly bad spat with her aunt, she decided to leave the tribe.<br />
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:: Leaving itself wasn't terribly traumatic to J'adaeza. The tribe, at the time, was on a particularly wealthy streak in the Shroud. She took a sufficient amount of foodstuffs and her spear, and set off at the opposite direction. It was liberating, for a while, until she found that one of her half-sisters trailing slowly after her. Having heard of J'adaeza's leaving, J'adisa had soon departed for her own reasoning. Guilt and familial obligation forced her to look over this other girl, who had no skill in hunting or fighting.<br />
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====<div style="padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Rebirth</div>====<br />
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<div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #EB9F9F;font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;"><center>''Relations''</center></div></span></h3><br />
: <center><font style="color:#000000;" size="3">♥</font> Sexual Desire <font style="color:#F02311;" size="3">♥</font> Romantic Interest <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font> Platonic Love</center> <br />
: <center><font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> Good Standing <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> Neutral <font style="color:#C24640;" size="3">●</font> Poor Standing</center><br />
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: <font style="color:#F02311;" size="3">♥</font> <font style="color:#000000;" size="3">♥</font> [[L'aenoh Tia]]: "Ganzjaega Riklifaeld" : A man she met in the Mist. Their beginnings were rather rough, though both held an attraction for the other since the moment they met. After some struggle with a rather cruel Keeper named Hnaba, they came together and bonded in a way neither expected. Ever since, the two have been inseparable. Staelufre has come to love him in true. She has no plans to deviate from his side, and goes to great lengths to ensure his safety.<br />
: <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font> [[Vilsewaen Steinhoh]]: Her father, her mentor, her brother. He is the person Staelufre respects the most in her life, and strives to be like. It is a constant disappointment to her that she cannot follow in his footsteps, or become precisely alike him. Almost everything she does is to give him pride and prove herself worthy in his eyes.<br />
: <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font> [[Siehrova Brynstymm]]: Her sister. Staelufre is wildly protective of her intelligent and kind kin. Their shared history has forged their bond into something that is unbreakable. She values Siehrova for her intelligence and quick wit, and admires her for being able to do so many things that she cannot even conceive possible. While her sister works on various projects in Mor Dhona, almost always consisting of magitek, Staelufre makes sure to provide her sister with every comfort and need she could ask for.<br />
: <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font> [[Renaud Becquerel]]: "Wakkeyha Syngronn" : Her brother, her rival. He is the apprentice of her father and his natural affinity to truth and ownership of the Echo has made Wakkeyha the favorite of Vilsewaen. In this, Staelufre is constantly jealous of him and irritated of his natural prowess with mysticism. She sees in him all the things she wishes she can be, and he is blissfully ignorant of such facts. His fawning and doting over Staelufre as his own sister only makes her feel guilty of this, and oddly endeared to the man she names brother.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Jancis Milburga]]: "Solkeim Brynroega" : Her friend. Jancis and she first met through L'aenoh, and the healer has proved nothing but kind and stalwart. Even in the heat of battle or its gross after-effects, the woman never seems to waver. Even in the grossest of situations, Jancis is a shining beacon for her to orient herself. Staelufre remains loyal to her, and has never had cause to question this. She plans to ever be.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Ja'ren A'lenthin]]: "Arengybet Haerzhylt" : Their relationship begun on a rocky note. Miscommunication and estranged feelings made the two incapable of seeing eye-to-eye at first. Yet, when entrusting Ja'ren with a mysterious Void artefact, the two began a strange journey that solidified their friendship. Unexpected circumstances brought them even closer, and Ja'ren teaches her much of her magick and control over it. She ever admired Ja'ren, though also finds him foolish at times.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Tiergan Vashir]]: "Wynztier Eifaufre" : A recent friend to Staelufre, but a strong one. Originally a strange man, she became endeared to him after a long talk about the Lotus. Some of his earnest personality began to shine, and with it Staelufre saw someone of noble heart. She has since followed him throughout much of Eorzea on bizarre adventures to save friends or return them home. Every time they speak, she finds her respect for him growing. And also a sister-like desire to scold him for so often succumbing to his emotions.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Zaius Rhal'seer]]: "Doenruht Formnwust" : Staelufre's teacher. After Zaius insulted her mate by beating him in battle and tying him to a bed, she sought Zaius out to seek revenge. With original intentions of killing him, she was instead impressed by his technique and strength. After agreeing to teach her, and a couple lessons, she's come to trust the Keeper entirely. He shows to her an amount of care and yet willingness to let her learn. Because of that, she gives him an amount of blind faith many would advise against.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Teld're Eska'aldren]]: "Myrganais Gesprheti" : The seer, as she called him, is a strange and recent friend. He is mercurial and ever-shifting. In just one sun, she saw many sides to the man and is fascinated by each of them. She doesn't quite understand why, but some how Teld're has already earned her trust. Not only this, but she's begun to learn of a mystery that invokes her unyielding curiosity.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font><font style="color:#000000;" size="3">♥</font> [[Telos]]: "Guolstyrm Grymhoh" : Someone who holds the answers to many of her questions. He's treated her fairly, and kindly, and for this she holds to him a sense of loyalty. There's something that makes others frightened of him, however, so she is subtly wary of what his presence can bring.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[J'azhar Tia]]: Introduced to her through Sylas, the young member of Jackal tribe was originally supposed to be a source of information. He quickly charmed her not only with a sense of his kindness for their mutual friends, but also his innocent manner of speech. They spoke of not only the more grim things, but also of lighter topics that soon left her laughing and delighted. It seems their friend circles have merged, for which Staelufre is only thankful, as she's ultimately fond of J'azhar's fretting and warm personality.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Leanne Delphium]]: The appointed "best friend". After having scolded Staelufre on ill social behavior, L'aenoh assigned the two of them to be friends from then on out. It's been somewhat uncertain ground, but the hat-clad woman is such a different presence that Staelufre help but agree she's fine friend material. Much is unknown about Leanne, though she manages to keep amusing Staelufre.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Faolan Woodlock]]: A man she hardly knows. He smells of campfire smoke and forests. This initial impression leads Staelufre to wanting to know more. After recent events that led her to witness Faolan's way of healing, and the knowledge he witnessed Dhemgeim's death, she's only more intent on prying beneath that mask of his.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[R'sass Thras]]: Her student. A young miqo'te whose tribe has disbanded, she was intent on learning to hunt. The reverence Sass has for her is baffling and, as she believes it, misguided. But it is still a pleasant and entertaining thing to teach another her methods of hunting.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[R'ostam Tia]]: Relative to R'sass, Staelufre finds him hot-headed and brash. His silent behavior, she knows, is entirely a front for a confused and conflicted young man. She hopes to teach him a little of fighting, though also knows that she is by far the least capable of giving him what he needs to know to make a better life outside the tribe.<br />
: <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> [[Memeli Meli]]: "Toffvann" : A powerful lalafell and magnificent braggart. She holds little respect for this person, but does recognize in her the potential to do much. They haven't shared much but in passing, though Memeli's ability to find trouble and also find her way out is always worthy of admiration.<br />
: <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> [[Finecia Hawke]]: "Blahntrachyn" : A peculiar hyur. Staelufre does not trust Finecia in the way she would never fully trust a dragon. Though she wears her past plainly, there is always an uncertainty to what happening in Finecia's mind. She is, at least, a reliable healer.<br />
: <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> [[R'lexia Thras]]: "Lihtleita" : A quiet miqo'te who has not revealed much about herself. While she is Finecia's mate, Staelufre is not yet sure of Lexia's mettle. She seems determined, but there is a weakness and hesitance in her actions that makes Staelufre wonder.<br />
: <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> [[Chaska Dakwhil]]: "Tenkoeya" : Ja'ren's mate and a person Staelufre always wonders about. While mute, her wisdom and cunning is unprecedented. Or because it is because of her inability to talk that Chaska has a way of thinking unparalleled. Either way, Staelufre owes deep respect to Chaska, though knows the two of them are unlikely to ever become friends.<br />
: <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> [[Franz Renatus]]: "Iyrnfystsyn" : After having dealt with an unpleasant elezen, the two came to a mutual understanding. She does not truly wonder after the man, but does at times wonder at his strength. He has, at the very least, the presence enough for her to take his word as truth.<br />
: <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> [[Oscare Iono]]: "Blanabrenn" : Another she knows to be a Garlean. She does not particularly care for this dark-skinned hyur, but he has never done anything to upset her either. At best, she knows him as Jancis' friend.<br />
: <font style="color:#C24640;" size="3">●</font> [[Tausenadel Geispyrsyn]]: "Wybhaerz" : An officer of the Coral Sea. Upon their first meeting, he seemed kind enough, though at their second and every meeting after, he insists on calling her "Stray". Staelufre has expressed her displeasure with this sentiment, and refuses to forgive him for being unable to listen to her or respect her.<br />
: <font style="color:#C24640;" size="3">●</font> [[Sigurd Rainecourt]]: "Bremlohr" : A pitiful little hyur. His weakness makes her dislike and distaste for him very obvious. She thinks that it is a shame, for he has many strong allies, but will never reach to such heights himself.<br />
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{{Infobox-character<br />
| name = Staelufre Lysmerl<br />
| image = Staewikiprofile.png<br />
| imagewidth = 250<br />
| caption = "May prey find your path."<br />
| gender = Female<br />
| citizenship = N/A<br />
| race = Miqo'te<br />
| clan = Seeker of the Sun<br />
| stat_1 = Age<br />
| stat_1_value = Mid-twenties<br />
| stat_2 = Sexuality<br />
| stat_2_value = Heterosexual<br />
| stat_3 = Occupation<br />
| stat_3_value = Hunter<br />
| stat_4 = Height/Weight<br />
| stat_4_value = 5 fulms, 0 ilms / 110 ponze<br />
| stat_5 = Diety <br />
| stat_5_value = Halone, the Fury<br />
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'''Staelufre Lysmerl''' (pronounced /stail-OU-frey LEES-mar-ill/) was born on 10th Sun of the 5th Umbral Era (October 10th). Her name means "Still Shore of the Bright Sea". She is a miqo'te who was born to one of the vagrant Jackal tribes in La Noscea, wandering through much of Eorzea with them during her childhood. She has kept the affinity to remaining in the wilderness over any form of civilization to this day, and has a very odd way of speaking.<br />
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===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #EB9F9F;font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Basic Info</div>===<br />
Not everyone can understand or relate to Staelufre. This is, at times, exceedingly frustrating to her. She speaks with a parlance that was invented and perfected by a hermit, and thus the mannerisms she uses are very foreign and often leading to misunderstanding. She has, however, been getting lessons on how to speak easier and has begun to become acquainted with a more common cant. Only adding to her oddities, she will avoid cities at a very unreasonable rate. At times, she also forgoes the comfort of houses and chooses to disappear into the wilderness for suns at a time. She prefers alcohol and fighting to any sort of minimal comfort, and excels in agility over brute strength or magick. Because Staelufre is terrible at remembering names, she often gives people her own "nicknames" derived from the roegadyn language.<br />
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:<small>''"He is prey; weak, frightened and unable to fight his way free. He becomes terrified and runs into the briars, then complains when they get caught in his fur. Such rabbits do not deserve pity, or mercy."''<br />
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:''"Oft, you are taken by the deep and churning tides. As they pull you below, to tumble you about, you must not fight. The sea is as nourishing as she is treacherous."''<br />
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:''"I find no small comfort in the shores of my kin. The apprentice and his bannermen honor me with mine namesake, but it is ever the freedom of the sea that I give myself to."''</small><br />
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: <font style="color:#F7A29E;" size="3">■</font> Outdoors<br />
: <font style="color:#F7A29E;" size="3">■</font> Sweets<br />
: <font style="color:#F7A29E;" size="3">■</font> Knives<br />
: <font style="color:#F7A29E;" size="3">■</font> Pink<br />
: <font style="color:#F7A29E;" size="3">■</font> Fighting<br />
: <font style="color:#F7A29E;" size="3">■</font> Dresses<br />
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: <font style="color:#F3C6B9;" size="3">■</font> Crowds (and similarly loud noises)<br />
: <font style="color:#F3C6B9;" size="3">■</font> Cowardice<br />
: <font style="color:#F3C6B9;" size="3">■</font> Cities / tribes<br />
: <font style="color:#F3C6B9;" size="3">■</font> Authority<br />
: <font style="color:#F3C6B9;" size="3">■</font> Extravagance<br />
: <font style="color:#F3C6B9;" size="3">■</font> Loneliness<br />
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: <font style="color:#FAEDDF;" size="3">■</font> Perceptive to truer intentions<br />
: <font style="color:#FAEDDF;" size="3">■</font> Hunting<br />
: <font style="color:#FAEDDF;" size="3">■</font> Endurance or agility exercises<br />
: <font style="color:#FAEDDF;" size="3">■</font> Whittling<br />
: <font style="color:#FAEDDF;" size="3">■</font> Going, or remaining, largely unseen<br />
: <font style="color:#FAEDDF;" size="3">■</font> Singing<br />
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===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #EB9F9F;font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Appearance & Personality</div>===<br />
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: Staelufre cuts a slight figure, but nothing about her short stature is wasted. She is muscled and athletic in build, though short. Her skin is tanned and golden in complexion from both heritage and a great many days in the sun. With naturally pink hair and tail, though neither accept to being tried to tame. Her hair is fluffy and wild, and so often cut short or bound down by clips. Usually, after hunting, it's also caked in mud. Even more stunning than a girl with pink hair are her gold eyes. They glare at most of the world from behind long lashes, sharp and stripping. Even with the round face and fat, up-turned nose, the gentleness of her face is ruined by such intruding eyes.<br />
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: In almost all situations Staelufre's garbed lightly, wearing little more armor than leather. If there's any metal to her outfit, it is to reinforce weak points such as her shins or forearms. Never does Staelufre show her back, as across it is an uneven and encompassing scar that stretches from shoulders to lower back. More scars mar her arms and hands, though she also commonly wears gloves. Staelufre never goes anywhere without at least a knife, either hidden or plain, and cannot stand to equally part comfortable realms without her most precious ring.<br />
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: Staelufre most often stands slouched or with arms crossed, especially when in the presence of others. In crowds she is withdrawn, quiet and in corners. Anything more than five or six others and Staelufre simply tends to leave. She does not, under many circumstances, go into cities or crowded areas. She fears large numbers of people after being so withdrawn from civilization. It is to a point where she resents and hates any form of building or city, even at times preaching against the luxury of society. While she believes her words, she does also enjoy the luxuries that homes can provide. Beds and showers are much better than roots and cold lakes.<br />
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: In one word, a sum of her personality would be paradox. She is innocent and violent, both a hunter and likewise utterly feminine. She is harsh in her truths, and warm in her lies. Staelufre is both wise when it comes to others, and utterly ignorant in how to interact with them. Introspective, yet starved for friendship. Should anyone offer her kindness, she will eagerly drink it up and follow at their heels thereafter. Being alone for so long has both driven her to want freedom and to equally want camaraderie. <br />
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: One thing that is less fluid and contrary is her perspective on other people. People are either weak or strong, prey or hunters. Those who are prey she pities and sees no value in. Those who are hunters, she respects. Respect does not always mean Staelufre likes or trust them, however. After spending so long in the wild, she knows very well how to discern who is stronger and how to avoid confrontation. Unfortunately, she also strives to better herself at nearly every turn, so often has a deliberate cause and wish to throw herself into unfair situations just to come out stronger. This often makes her come across as rash, when the acts are in fact deliberate and she's always keenly aware of the very real danger of dying.<br />
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: If in situations when speaking to an individual person she trusts, Staelufre's personality truly shines through. Her words are eloquent and well-chosen, her loyalty is unbearably strong, and her optimism unyielding. She gives advice as best she can and admits ignorance when she cannot. Pride does, at times, keep her from asking for help when she needs it. When speaking to an individual that Staelufre dislikes, she becomes guarded and calloused. Her words are gated, capable of meaning anything, and her lies are so smooth it's impossible to tell them from the half-true metaphors. Her ability to command her emotions in front of those who she deems weaker is impressive, as is her capability of detaching value to their life. Those who are weak, in her opinion, are better off dead. Should Staelufre be speaking, however, individually with a person she doesn't yet know well, she'll always regard them in the way she would regard a new hunting territory. Assessing their weaknesses and prying for strengths, seeking the balance of their personality to determine whether or not they are worth her time.<br />
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===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #EB9F9F;font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Combat</div>===<br />
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: Staelufre does not fight other people very well. She is more akin to the hunt, to employing stealth and surprise, than to fighting others one-on-one. The thrill of battle still runs hot through her, however, and she always enjoys a good fight. Even if it means getting beaten black and blue, she'll take on an opponent if nothing more than for the experience of it. Because of her inexperience in direct combat, she relies mostly on her larger skills. This would be agility and speed. Not getting hit is the biggest name of her game, and while she can take a couple blows they wear her down quickly. Training for combat is not much in hefting weapons and striking dummies. She trains for flexibility and endurance. Running, stretching, climbing; unorthodox things that keep her body in shape but often don't translate into direct physical combat.<br />
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: Primarily, to defeat an opponent, Staelufre uses daggers. She looks for openings in armor first, and exploits any vulnerable spots. Due to being spry and nimble, reaching odd places isn't very difficult. What is difficult is getting close enough to cut without getting hit. So after a few slashes, Staelufre tends to back off and exhaust her opponent by letting them bleed out. To opponents she aims to kill rather than simply defeat, she usually aims for the neck or their gut. Blood is not something the miqo'te is shy of. If she aims to kill as well, it is even less likely that Staelufre will approach an opponent directly.<br />
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===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #EB9F9F;font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Biography</div>===<br />
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:: Born daughter of J'tyraka Nuhn in the jungles of La Noscea as J'adaeza, <br />
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: <center><font style="color:#000000;" size="3">♥</font> Sexual Desire <font style="color:#F02311;" size="3">♥</font> Romantic Interest <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font> Platonic Love</center> <br />
: <center><font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> Good Standing <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> Neutral <font style="color:#C24640;" size="3">●</font> Poor Standing</center><br />
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: <font style="color:#F02311;" size="3">♥</font> <font style="color:#000000;" size="3">♥</font> [[L'aenoh Tia]]: "Ganzjaega Riklifaeld" : A man she met in the Mist. Their beginnings were rather rough, though both held an attraction for the other since the moment they met. After some struggle with a rather cruel Keeper named Hnaba, they came together and bonded in a way neither expected. Ever since, the two have been inseparable. Staelufre has come to love him in true. She has no plans to deviate from his side, and goes to great lengths to ensure his safety.<br />
: <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font> [[Vilsewaen Steinhoh]]: Her father, her mentor, her brother. He is the person Staelufre respects the most in her life, and strives to be like. It is a constant disappointment to her that she cannot follow in his footsteps, or become precisely alike him. Almost everything she does is to give him pride and prove herself worthy in his eyes.<br />
: <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font> [[Siehrova Brynstymm]]: Her sister. Staelufre is wildly protective of her intelligent and kind kin. Their shared history has forged their bond into something that is unbreakable. She values Siehrova for her intelligence and quick wit, and admires her for being able to do so many things that she cannot even conceive possible. While her sister works on various projects in Mor Dhona, almost always consisting of magitek, Staelufre makes sure to provide her sister with every comfort and need she could ask for.<br />
: <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font> [[Renaud Becquerel]]: "Wakkeyha Syngronn" : Her brother, her rival. He is the apprentice of her father and his natural affinity to truth and ownership of the Echo has made Wakkeyha the favorite of Vilsewaen. In this, Staelufre is constantly jealous of him and irritated of his natural prowess with mysticism. She sees in him all the things she wishes she can be, and he is blissfully ignorant of such facts. His fawning and doting over Staelufre as his own sister only makes her feel guilty of this, and oddly endeared to the man she names brother.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Jancis Milburga]]: "Solkeim Brynroega" : Her friend. Jancis and she first met through L'aenoh, and the healer has proved nothing but kind and stalwart. Even in the heat of battle or its gross after-effects, the woman never seems to waver. Even in the grossest of situations, Jancis is a shining beacon for her to orient herself. Staelufre remains loyal to her, and has never had cause to question this. She plans to ever be.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Ja'ren A'lenthin]]: "Arengybet Haerzhylt" : Their relationship begun on a rocky note. Miscommunication and estranged feelings made the two incapable of seeing eye-to-eye at first. Yet, when entrusting Ja'ren with a mysterious Void artefact, the two began a strange journey that solidified their friendship. Unexpected circumstances brought them even closer, and Ja'ren teaches her much of her magick and control over it. She ever admired Ja'ren, though also finds him foolish at times.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Tiergan Vashir]]: "Wynztier Eifaufre" : A recent friend to Staelufre, but a strong one. Originally a strange man, she became endeared to him after a long talk about the Lotus. Some of his earnest personality began to shine, and with it Staelufre saw someone of noble heart. She has since followed him throughout much of Eorzea on bizarre adventures to save friends or return them home. Every time they speak, she finds her respect for him growing. And also a sister-like desire to scold him for so often succumbing to his emotions.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Zaius Rhal'seer]]: "Doenruht Formnwust" : Staelufre's teacher. After Zaius insulted her mate by beating him in battle and tying him to a bed, she sought Zaius out to seek revenge. With original intentions of killing him, she was instead impressed by his technique and strength. After agreeing to teach her, and a couple lessons, she's come to trust the Keeper entirely. He shows to her an amount of care and yet willingness to let her learn. Because of that, she gives him an amount of blind faith many would advise against.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[J'azhar Tia]]: Introduced to her through Sylas, the young member of Jackal tribe was originally supposed to be a source of information. He quickly charmed her not only with a sense of his kindness for their mutual friends, but also his innocent manner of speech. They spoke of not only the more grim things, but also of lighter topics that soon left her laughing and delighted. It seems their friend circles have merged, for which Staelufre is only thankful, as she's ultimately fond of J'azhar's fretting and warm personality.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Teld're Eska'aldren]]: "Myrganais" : The seer, as she called him, is a strange and recent friend. He is mercurial and ever-shifting. In just one sun, she saw many sides to the man and is fascinated by each of them. She doesn't quite understand why, but some how Teld're has already earned her trust. Not only this, but she's begun to learn of a mystery that invokes her unyielding curiosity.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Leanne Delphium]]: The appointed "best friend". After having scolded Staelufre on ill social behavior, L'aenoh assigned the two of them to be friends from then on out. It's been somewhat uncertain ground, but the hat-clad woman is such a different presence that Staelufre help but agree she's fine friend material. Much is unknown about Leanne, though she manages to keep amusing Staelufre.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Faolan Woodlock]]: A man she hardly knows. He smells of campfire smoke and forests. This initial impression leads Staelufre to wanting to know more. After recent events that led her to witness Faolan's way of healing, and the knowledge he witnessed Dhemgeim's death, she's only more intent on prying beneath that mask of his.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[R'sass Thras]]: Her student. A young miqo'te whose tribe has disbanded, she was intent on learning to hunt. The reverence Sass has for her is baffling and, as she believes it, misguided. But it is still a pleasant and entertaining thing to teach another her methods of hunting.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[R'ostam Tia]]: Relative to R'sass, Staelufre finds him hot-headed and brash. His silent behavior, she knows, is entirely a front for a confused and conflicted young man. She hopes to teach him a little of fighting, though also knows that she is by far the least capable of giving him what he needs to know to make a better life outside the tribe.<br />
: <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> [[Memeli Meli]]: "Toffvann" : A powerful lalafell and magnificent braggart. She holds little respect for this person, but does recognize in her the potential to do much. They haven't shared much but in passing, though Memeli's ability to find trouble and also find her way out is always worthy of admiration.<br />
: <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> [[Finecia Hawke]]: "Blahntrachyn" : A peculiar hyur. Staelufre does not trust Finecia in the way she would never fully trust a dragon. Though she wears her past plainly, there is always an uncertainty to what happening in Finecia's mind. She is, at least, a reliable healer.<br />
: <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> [[R'lexia Thras]]: "Lihtleita" : A quiet miqo'te who has not revealed much about herself. While she is Finecia's mate, Staelufre is not yet sure of Lexia's mettle. She seems determined, but there is a weakness and hesitance in her actions that makes Staelufre wonder.<br />
: <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> [[Chaska Dakwhil]]: "Tenkoeya" : Ja'ren's mate and a person Staelufre always wonders about. While mute, her wisdom and cunning is unprecedented. Or because it is because of her inability to talk that Chaska has a way of thinking unparalleled. Either way, Staelufre owes deep respect to Chaska, though knows the two of them are unlikely to ever become friends.<br />
: <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> [[Franz Renatus]]: "Iyrnfystsyn" : After having dealt with an unpleasant elezen, the two came to a mutual understanding. She does not truly wonder after the man, but does at times wonder at his strength. He has, at the very least, the presence enough for her to take his word as truth.<br />
: <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> [[Oscare Iono]]: "Blanabrenn" : Another she knows to be a Garlean. She does not particularly care for this dark-skinned hyur, but he has never done anything to upset her either. At best, she knows him as Jancis' friend.<br />
: <font style="color:#C24640;" size="3">●</font> [[Tausenadel Geispyrsyn]]: "Wybhaerz" : An officer of the Coral Sea. Upon their first meeting, he seemed kind enough, though at their second and every meeting after, he insists on calling her "Stray". Staelufre has expressed her displeasure with this sentiment, and refuses to forgive him for being unable to listen to her or respect her.<br />
: <font style="color:#C24640;" size="3">●</font> [[Sigurd Rainecourt]]: "Bremlohr" : A pitiful little hyur. His weakness makes her dislike and distaste for him very obvious. She thinks that it is a shame, for he has many strong allies, but will never reach to such heights himself.<br />
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{{Infobox-character<br />
| name = Staelufre Lysmerl<br />
| image = Staewikiprofile.png<br />
| imagewidth = 250<br />
| caption = "May prey find your path."<br />
| gender = Female<br />
| citizenship = N/A<br />
| race = Miqo'te<br />
| clan = Seeker of the Sun<br />
| stat_1 = Age<br />
| stat_1_value = Mid-twenties<br />
| stat_2 = Sexuality<br />
| stat_2_value = Heterosexual<br />
| stat_3 = Occupation<br />
| stat_3_value = Hunter<br />
| stat_4 = Height/Weight<br />
| stat_4_value = 5 fulms, 0 ilms / 110 ponze<br />
| stat_5 = Diety <br />
| stat_5_value = Halone, the Fury<br />
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'''Staelufre Lysmerl''' (pronounced /stail-OU-frey LEES-mar-ill/) was born on 10th Sun of the 5th Umbral Era (October 10th). Her name means "Still Shore of the Bright Sea". She is a miqo'te who was born to one of the vagrant Jackal tribes in La Noscea, wandering through much of Eorzea with them during her childhood. She has kept the affinity to remaining in the wilderness over any form of civilization to this day, and has a very odd way of speaking.<br />
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===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #EB9F9F;font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Basic Info</div>===<br />
Not everyone can understand or relate to Staelufre. This is, at times, exceedingly frustrating to her. She speaks with a parlance that was invented and perfected by a hermit, and thus the mannerisms she uses are very foreign and often leading to misunderstanding. She has, however, been getting lessons on how to speak easier and has begun to become acquainted with a more common cant. Only adding to her oddities, she will avoid cities at a very unreasonable rate. At times, she also forgoes the comfort of houses and chooses to disappear into the wilderness for suns at a time. She prefers alcohol and fighting to any sort of minimal comfort, and excels in agility over brute strength or magick. Because Staelufre is terrible at remembering names, she often gives people her own "nicknames" derived from the roegadyn language.<br />
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:<small>''"He is prey; weak, frightened and unable to fight his way free. He becomes terrified and runs into the briars, then complains when they get caught in his fur. Such rabbits do not deserve pity, or mercy."''<br />
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:''"Oft, you are taken by the deep and churning tides. As they pull you below, to tumble you about, you must not fight. The sea is as nourishing as she is treacherous."''<br />
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:''"I find no small comfort in the shores of my kin. The apprentice and his bannermen honor me with mine namesake, but it is ever the freedom of the sea that I give myself to."''</small><br />
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: <font style="color:#F7A29E;" size="3">■</font> Outdoors<br />
: <font style="color:#F7A29E;" size="3">■</font> Sweets<br />
: <font style="color:#F7A29E;" size="3">■</font> Knives<br />
: <font style="color:#F7A29E;" size="3">■</font> Pink<br />
: <font style="color:#F7A29E;" size="3">■</font> Fighting<br />
: <font style="color:#F7A29E;" size="3">■</font> Dresses<br />
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: <font style="color:#F3C6B9;" size="3">■</font> Crowds (and similarly loud noises)<br />
: <font style="color:#F3C6B9;" size="3">■</font> Cowardice<br />
: <font style="color:#F3C6B9;" size="3">■</font> Cities / tribes<br />
: <font style="color:#F3C6B9;" size="3">■</font> Authority<br />
: <font style="color:#F3C6B9;" size="3">■</font> Extravagance<br />
: <font style="color:#F3C6B9;" size="3">■</font> Loneliness<br />
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: <font style="color:#FAEDDF;" size="3">■</font> Perceptive to truer intentions<br />
: <font style="color:#FAEDDF;" size="3">■</font> Hunting<br />
: <font style="color:#FAEDDF;" size="3">■</font> Endurance or agility exercises<br />
: <font style="color:#FAEDDF;" size="3">■</font> Whittling<br />
: <font style="color:#FAEDDF;" size="3">■</font> Going, or remaining, largely unseen<br />
: <font style="color:#FAEDDF;" size="3">■</font> Singing<br />
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===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #EB9F9F;font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Appearance & Personality</div>===<br />
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: Staelufre cuts a slight figure, but nothing about her short stature is wasted. She is muscled and athletic in build, though short. Her skin is tanned and golden in complexion from both heritage and a great many days in the sun. With naturally pink hair and tail, though neither accept to being tried to tame. Her hair is fluffy and wild, and so often cut short or bound down by clips. Usually, after hunting, it's also caked in mud. Even more stunning than a girl with pink hair are her gold eyes. They glare at most of the world from behind long lashes, sharp and stripping. Even with the round face and fat, up-turned nose, the gentleness of her face is ruined by such intruding eyes.<br />
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: In almost all situations Staelufre's garbed lightly, wearing little more armor than leather. If there's any metal to her outfit, it is to reinforce weak points such as her shins or forearms. Never does Staelufre show her back, as across it is an uneven and encompassing scar that stretches from shoulders to lower back. More scars mar her arms and hands, though she also commonly wears gloves. Staelufre never goes anywhere without at least a knife, either hidden or plain, and cannot stand to equally part comfortable realms without her most precious ring.<br />
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: Staelufre most often stands slouched or with arms crossed, especially when in the presence of others. In crowds she is withdrawn, quiet and in corners. Anything more than five or six others and Staelufre simply tends to leave. She does not, under many circumstances, go into cities or crowded areas. She fears large numbers of people after being so withdrawn from civilization. It is to a point where she resents and hates any form of building or city, even at times preaching against the luxury of society. While she believes her words, she does also enjoy the luxuries that homes can provide. Beds and showers are much better than roots and cold lakes.<br />
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: In one word, a sum of her personality would be paradox. She is innocent and violent, both a hunter and likewise utterly feminine. She is harsh in her truths, and warm in her lies. Staelufre is both wise when it comes to others, and utterly ignorant in how to interact with them. Introspective, yet starved for friendship. Should anyone offer her kindness, she will eagerly drink it up and follow at their heels thereafter. Being alone for so long has both driven her to want freedom and to equally want camaraderie. <br />
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: One thing that is less fluid and contrary is her perspective on other people. People are either weak or strong, prey or hunters. Those who are prey she pities and sees no value in. Those who are hunters, she respects. Respect does not always mean Staelufre likes or trust them, however. After spending so long in the wild, she knows very well how to discern who is stronger and how to avoid confrontation. Unfortunately, she also strives to better herself at nearly every turn, so often has a deliberate cause and wish to throw herself into unfair situations just to come out stronger. This often makes her come across as rash, when the acts are in fact deliberate and she's always keenly aware of the very real danger of dying.<br />
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: If in situations when speaking to an individual person she trusts, Staelufre's personality truly shines through. Her words are eloquent and well-chosen, her loyalty is unbearably strong, and her optimism unyielding. She gives advice as best she can and admits ignorance when she cannot. Pride does, at times, keep her from asking for help when she needs it. When speaking to an individual that Staelufre dislikes, she becomes guarded and calloused. Her words are gated, capable of meaning anything, and her lies are so smooth it's impossible to tell them from the half-true metaphors. Her ability to command her emotions in front of those who she deems weaker is impressive, as is her capability of detaching value to their life. Those who are weak, in her opinion, are better off dead. Should Staelufre be speaking, however, individually with a person she doesn't yet know well, she'll always regard them in the way she would regard a new hunting territory. Assessing their weaknesses and prying for strengths, seeking the balance of their personality to determine whether or not they are worth her time.<br />
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===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #EB9F9F;font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Combat</div>===<br />
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: Staelufre does not fight other people very well. She is more akin to the hunt, to employing stealth and surprise, than to fighting others one-on-one. The thrill of battle still runs hot through her, however, and she always enjoys a good fight. Even if it means getting beaten black and blue, she'll take on an opponent if nothing more than for the experience of it. Because of her inexperience in direct combat, she relies mostly on her larger skills. This would be agility and speed. Not getting hit is the biggest name of her game, and while she can take a couple blows they wear her down quickly.<br />
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: Primarily, to defeat an opponent, Staelufre uses daggers. She looks for openings in armor first, and exploits any vulnerable spots. Due to being spry and nimble, reaching odd places isn't very difficult. What is difficult is getting close enough to cut without getting hit. So after a few slashes, Staelufre tends to back off and exhaust her opponent by letting them bleed out. To opponents she aims to kill rather than simply defeat, she usually aims for the neck or their gut. Blood is not something the miqo'te is shy of. If she aims to kill as well, it is even less likely that Staelufre will approach an opponent directly.<br />
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===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #EB9F9F;font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Biography</div>===<br />
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:: Born daughter of J'tyraka Nuhn in the jungles of La Noscea as J'adaeza, <br />
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: <center><font style="color:#000000;" size="3">♥</font> Sexual Desire <font style="color:#F02311;" size="3">♥</font> Romantic Interest <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font> Platonic Love</center> <br />
: <center><font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> Good Standing <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> Neutral <font style="color:#C24640;" size="3">●</font> Poor Standing</center><br />
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: <font style="color:#F02311;" size="3">♥</font> <font style="color:#000000;" size="3">♥</font> [[L'aenoh Tia]]: "Ganzjaega Riklifaeld" : A man she met in the Mist. Their beginnings were rather rough, though both held an attraction for the other since the moment they met. After some struggle with a rather cruel Keeper named Hnaba, they came together and bonded in a way neither expected. Ever since, the two have been inseparable. Staelufre has come to love him in true. She has no plans to deviate from his side, and goes to great lengths to ensure his safety.<br />
: <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font> [[Vilsewaen Steinhoh]]: Her father, her mentor, her brother. He is the person Staelufre respects the most in her life, and strives to be like. It is a constant disappointment to her that she cannot follow in his footsteps, or become precisely alike him. Almost everything she does is to give him pride and prove herself worthy in his eyes.<br />
: <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font> [[Siehrova Brynstymm]]: Her sister. Staelufre is wildly protective of her intelligent and kind kin. Their shared history has forged their bond into something that is unbreakable. She values Siehrova for her intelligence and quick wit, and admires her for being able to do so many things that she cannot even conceive possible. While her sister works on various projects in Mor Dhona, almost always consisting of magitek, Staelufre makes sure to provide her sister with every comfort and need she could ask for.<br />
: <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font> [[Renaud Becquerel]]: "Wakkeyha Syngronn" : Her brother, her rival. He is the apprentice of her father and his natural affinity to truth and ownership of the Echo has made Wakkeyha the favorite of Vilsewaen. In this, Staelufre is constantly jealous of him and irritated of his natural prowess with mysticism. She sees in him all the things she wishes she can be, and he is blissfully ignorant of such facts. His fawning and doting over Staelufre as his own sister only makes her feel guilty of this, and oddly endeared to the man she names brother.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Jancis Milburga]]: "Solkeim Brynroega" : Her friend. Jancis and she first met through L'aenoh, and the healer has proved nothing but kind and stalwart. Even in the heat of battle or its gross after-effects, the woman never seems to waver. Even in the grossest of situations, Jancis is a shining beacon for her to orient herself. Staelufre remains loyal to her, and has never had cause to question this. She plans to ever be.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Ja'ren A'lenthin]]: "Arengybet Haerzhylt" : Their relationship begun on a rocky note. Miscommunication and estranged feelings made the two incapable of seeing eye-to-eye at first. Yet, when entrusting Ja'ren with a mysterious Void artefact, the two began a strange journey that solidified their friendship. Unexpected circumstances brought them even closer, and Ja'ren teaches her much of her magick and control over it. She ever admired Ja'ren, though also finds him foolish at times.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Tiergan Vashir]]: "Wynztier Eifaufre" : A recent friend to Staelufre, but a strong one. Originally a strange man, she became endeared to him after a long talk about the Lotus. Some of his earnest personality began to shine, and with it Staelufre saw someone of noble heart. She has since followed him throughout much of Eorzea on bizarre adventures to save friends or return them home. Every time they speak, she finds her respect for him growing. And also a sister-like desire to scold him for so often succumbing to his emotions.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Zaius Rhal'seer]]: "Doenruht Formnwust" : Staelufre's teacher. After Zaius insulted her mate by beating him in battle and tying him to a bed, she sought Zaius out to seek revenge. With original intentions of killing him, she was instead impressed by his technique and strength. After agreeing to teach her, and a couple lessons, she's come to trust the Keeper entirely. He shows to her an amount of care and yet willingness to let her learn. Because of that, she gives him an amount of blind faith many would advise against.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[J'azhar Tia]]: Introduced to her through Sylas, the young member of Jackal tribe was originally supposed to be a source of information. He quickly charmed her not only with a sense of his kindness for their mutual friends, but also his innocent manner of speech. They spoke of not only the more grim things, but also of lighter topics that soon left her laughing and delighted. It seems their friend circles have merged, for which Staelufre is only thankful, as she's ultimately fond of J'azhar's fretting and warm personality.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Teld're Eska'aldren]]: The seer, as she called him, is a strange and recent friend. He is mercurial and ever-shifting. In just one sun, she saw many sides to the man and is fascinated by each of them. She doesn't quite understand why, but some how Teld're has already earned her trust. Not only this, but she's begun to learn of a mystery that invokes her unyielding curiosity.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Leanne Delphium]]: The appointed "best friend". After having scolded Staelufre on ill social behavior, L'aenoh assigned the two of them to be friends from then on out. It's been somewhat uncertain ground, but the hat-clad woman is such a different presence that Staelufre help but agree she's fine friend material. Much is unknown about Leanne, though she manages to keep amusing Staelufre.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Faolan Woodlock]]: A man she hardly knows. He smells of campfire smoke and forests. This initial impression leads Staelufre to wanting to know more. After recent events that led her to witness Faolan's way of healing, and the knowledge he witnessed Dhemgeim's death, she's only more intent on prying beneath that mask of his.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[R'sass Thras]]: Her student. A young miqo'te whose tribe has disbanded, she was intent on learning to hunt. The reverence Sass has for her is baffling and, as she believes it, misguided. But it is still a pleasant and entertaining thing to teach another her methods of hunting.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[R'ostam Tia]]: Relative to R'sass, Staelufre finds him hot-headed and brash. His silent behavior, she knows, is entirely a front for a confused and conflicted young man. She hopes to teach him a little of fighting, though also knows that she is by far the least capable of giving him what he needs to know to make a better life outside the tribe.<br />
: <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> [[Memeli Meli]]: "Toffvann" : A powerful lalafell and magnificent braggart. She holds little respect for this person, but does recognize in her the potential to do much. They haven't shared much but in passing, though Memeli's ability to find trouble and also find her way out is always worthy of admiration.<br />
: <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> [[Finecia Hawke]]: "Blahntrachyn" : A peculiar hyur. Staelufre does not trust Finecia in the way she would never fully trust a dragon. Though she wears her past plainly, there is always an uncertainty to what happening in Finecia's mind. She is, at least, a reliable healer.<br />
: <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> [[R'lexia Thras]]: "Lihtleita" : A quiet miqo'te who has not revealed much about herself. While she is Finecia's mate, Staelufre is not yet sure of Lexia's mettle. She seems determined, but there is a weakness and hesitance in her actions that makes Staelufre wonder.<br />
: <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> [[Chaska Dakwhil]]: "Tenkoeya" : Ja'ren's mate and a person Staelufre always wonders about. While mute, her wisdom and cunning is unprecedented. Or because it is because of her inability to talk that Chaska has a way of thinking unparalleled. Either way, Staelufre owes deep respect to Chaska, though knows the two of them are unlikely to ever become friends.<br />
: <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> [[Franz Renatus]]: "Iyrnfystsyn" : After having dealt with an unpleasant elezen, the two came to a mutual understanding. She does not truly wonder after the man, but does at times wonder at his strength. He has, at the very least, the presence enough for her to take his word as truth.<br />
: <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> [[Oscare Iono]]: "Blanabrenn" : Another she knows to be a Garlean. She does not particularly care for this dark-skinned hyur, but he has never done anything to upset her either. At best, she knows him as Jancis' friend.<br />
: <font style="color:#C24640;" size="3">●</font> [[Tausenadel Geispyrsyn]]: "Wybhaerz" : An officer of the Coral Sea. Upon their first meeting, he seemed kind enough, though at their second and every meeting after, he insists on calling her "Stray". Staelufre has expressed her displeasure with this sentiment, and refuses to forgive him for being unable to listen to her or respect her.<br />
: <font style="color:#C24640;" size="3">●</font> [[Sigurd Rainecourt]]: "Bremlohr" : A pitiful little hyur. His weakness makes her dislike and distaste for him very obvious. She thinks that it is a shame, for he has many strong allies, but will never reach to such heights himself.<br />
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{{Infobox-character<br />
| name = Staelufre Lysmerl<br />
| image = Staewikiprofile.png<br />
| imagewidth = 250<br />
| caption = "May prey find your path."<br />
| gender = Female<br />
| citizenship = N/A<br />
| race = Miqo'te<br />
| clan = Seeker of the Sun<br />
| stat_1 = Age<br />
| stat_1_value = Mid-twenties<br />
| stat_2 = Sexuality<br />
| stat_2_value = Heterosexual<br />
| stat_3 = Occupation<br />
| stat_3_value = Hunter<br />
| stat_4 = Height/Weight<br />
| stat_4_value = 5 fulms, 0 ilms / 110 ponze<br />
| stat_5 = Diety <br />
| stat_5_value = Halone, the Fury<br />
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'''Staelufre Lysmerl''' (pronounced /stail-OU-frey LEES-mar-ill/) was born on 10th Sun of the 5th Umbral Era (October 10th). Her name means "Still Shore of the Bright Sea". She is a miqo'te who was born to one of the vagrant Jackal tribes in La Noscea, wandering through much of Eorzea with them during her childhood. She has kept the affinity to remaining in the wilderness over any form of civilization to this day, and has a very odd way of speaking.<br />
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===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #EB9F9F;font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Basic Info</div>===<br />
Not everyone can understand or relate to Staelufre. This is, at times, exceedingly frustrating to her. She speaks with a parlance that was invented and perfected by a hermit, and thus the mannerisms she uses are very foreign and often leading to misunderstanding. Only adding to her oddities, she will avoid cities at a very unreasonable rate. At times, she also forgoes the comfort of houses and chooses to disappear into the wilderness for suns at a time. She prefers alcohol and fighting to any sort of minimal comfort, and excels in agility over brute strength or magick. Because Staelufre is terrible at remembering names, she often gives people her own "nicknames" derived from the roegadyn language.<br />
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:<small>''"He is prey; weak, frightened and unable to fight his way free. He becomes terrified and runs into the briars, then complains when they get caught in his fur. Such rabbits do not deserve pity, or mercy."''<br />
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:''"Oft, you are taken by the deep and churning tides. As they pull you below, to tumble you about, you must not fight. The sea is as nourishing as she is treacherous."''<br />
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:''"I find no small comfort in the shores of my kin. The apprentice and his bannermen honor me with mine namesake, but it is ever the freedom of the sea that I give myself to."''</small><br />
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: <font style="color:#F7A29E;" size="3">■</font> Outdoors<br />
: <font style="color:#F7A29E;" size="3">■</font> Sweets<br />
: <font style="color:#F7A29E;" size="3">■</font> Knives<br />
: <font style="color:#F7A29E;" size="3">■</font> Pink<br />
: <font style="color:#F7A29E;" size="3">■</font> Fighting<br />
: <font style="color:#F7A29E;" size="3">■</font> Dresses<br />
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: <font style="color:#F3C6B9;" size="3">■</font> Crowds (and similarly loud noises)<br />
: <font style="color:#F3C6B9;" size="3">■</font> Cowardice<br />
: <font style="color:#F3C6B9;" size="3">■</font> Cities / tribes<br />
: <font style="color:#F3C6B9;" size="3">■</font> Authority<br />
: <font style="color:#F3C6B9;" size="3">■</font> Extravagance<br />
: <font style="color:#F3C6B9;" size="3">■</font> Loneliness<br />
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: <font style="color:#FAEDDF;" size="3">■</font> Perceptive to truer intentions<br />
: <font style="color:#FAEDDF;" size="3">■</font> Hunting<br />
: <font style="color:#FAEDDF;" size="3">■</font> Endurance or agility exercises<br />
: <font style="color:#FAEDDF;" size="3">■</font> Whittling<br />
: <font style="color:#FAEDDF;" size="3">■</font> Going, or remaining, largely unseen<br />
: <font style="color:#FAEDDF;" size="3">■</font> Singing<br />
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===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #EB9F9F;font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Appearance & Personality</div>===<br />
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: Staelufre cuts a slight figure, but nothing about her short stature is wasted. She is muscled and athletic in build, though short. Her skin is tanned and golden in complexion from both heritage and a great many days in the sun. With naturally pink hair and tail, though neither accept to being tried to tame. Her hair is fluffy and wild, and so often cut short or bound down by clips. Usually, after hunting, it's also caked in mud. Even more stunning than a girl with pink hair are her gold eyes. They glare at most of the world from behind long lashes, sharp and stripping. Even with the round face and fat, up-turned nose, the gentleness of her face is ruined by such intruding eyes.<br />
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: In almost all situations Staelufre's garbed lightly, wearing little more armor than leather. If there's any metal to her outfit, it is to reinforce weak points such as her shins or forearms. Never does Staelufre show her back, as across it is an uneven and encompassing scar that stretches from shoulders to lower back. More scars mar her arms and hands, though she also commonly wears gloves. Staelufre never goes anywhere without at least a knife, either hidden or plain, and cannot stand to equally part comfortable realms without her most precious ring.<br />
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: Staelufre most often stands slouched or with arms crossed, especially when in the presence of others. In crowds she is withdrawn, quiet and in corners. Anything more than five or six others and Staelufre simply tends to leave. She does not, under many circumstances, go into cities or crowded areas. She fears large numbers of people after being so withdrawn from civilization. It is to a point where she resents and hates any form of building or city, even at times preaching against the luxury of society. While she believes her words, she does also enjoy the luxuries that homes can provide. Beds and showers are much better than roots and cold lakes.<br />
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: In one word, a sum of her personality would be paradox. She is innocent and violent, both a hunter and likewise utterly feminine. She is harsh in her truths, and warm in her lies. Staelufre is both wise when it comes to others, and utterly ignorant in how to interact with them. Introspective, yet starved for friendship. Should anyone offer her kindness, she will eagerly drink it up and follow at their heels thereafter. Being alone for so long has both driven her to want freedom and to equally want camaraderie. <br />
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: One thing that is less fluid and contrary is her perspective on other people. People are either weak or strong, prey or hunters. Those who are prey she pities and sees no value in. Those who are hunters, she respects. Respect does not always mean Staelufre likes or trust them, however. After spending so long in the wild, she knows very well how to discern who is stronger and how to avoid confrontation. Unfortunately, she also strives to better herself at nearly every turn, so often has a deliberate cause and wish to throw herself into unfair situations just to come out stronger. This often makes her come across as rash, when the acts are in fact deliberate and she's always keenly aware of the very real danger of dying.<br />
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: If in situations when speaking to an individual person she trusts, Staelufre's personality truly shines through. Her words are eloquent and well-chosen, her loyalty is unbearably strong, and her optimism unyielding. She gives advice as best she can and admits ignorance when she cannot. Pride does, at times, keep her from asking for help when she needs it. When speaking to an individual that Staelufre dislikes, she becomes guarded and calloused. Her words are gated, capable of meaning anything, and her lies are so smooth it's impossible to tell them from the half-true metaphors. Her ability to command her emotions in front of those who she deems weaker is impressive, as is her capability of detaching value to their life. Those who are weak, in her opinion, are better off dead. Should Staelufre be speaking, however, individually with a person she doesn't yet know well, she'll always regard them in the way she would regard a new hunting territory. Assessing their weaknesses and prying for strengths, seeking the balance of their personality to determine whether or not they are worth her time.<br />
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===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #EB9F9F;font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Combat</div>===<br />
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: Staelufre does not fight other people very well. She is more akin to the hunt, to employing stealth and surprise, than to fighting others one-on-one. The thrill of battle still runs hot through her, however, and she always enjoys a good fight. Even if it means getting beaten black and blue, she'll take on an opponent if nothing more than for the experience of it. Because of her inexperience in direct combat, she relies mostly on her larger skills. This would be agility and speed. Not getting hit is the biggest name of her game, and while she can take a couple blows they wear her down quickly.<br />
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: Primarily, to defeat an opponent, Staelufre uses daggers. She looks for openings in armor first, and exploits any vulnerable spots. Due to being spry and nimble, reaching odd places isn't very difficult. What is difficult is getting close enough to cut without getting hit. So after a few slashes, Staelufre tends to back off and exhaust her opponent by letting them bleed out. To opponents she aims to kill rather than simply defeat, she usually aims for the neck or their gut. Blood is not something the miqo'te is shy of. If she aims to kill as well, it is even less likely that Staelufre will approach an opponent directly.<br />
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===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #EB9F9F;font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Biography</div>===<br />
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=====<div style="padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Tribal Years</div>=====<br />
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=====<div style="padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Death</div>=====<br />
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====<div style="padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Rebirth</div>====<br />
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====<div style="padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Present</div>====<br />
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===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #EB9F9F;font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Miscellaneous</div>===<br />
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''Some of these rumors are untrue or are greatly exaggerated. Please feel free to add your own rumors under PC!''<br />
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<b><div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #F37E1D;">◢ Moderate Rumors (Moderately difficult to overhear)</div></b><br />
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: <center><font style="color:#000000;" size="3">♥</font> Sexual Desire <font style="color:#F02311;" size="3">♥</font> Romantic Interest <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font> Platonic Love</center> <br />
: <center><font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> Good Standing <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> Neutral <font style="color:#C24640;" size="3">●</font> Poor Standing</center><br />
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: <font style="color:#F02311;" size="3">♥</font> <font style="color:#000000;" size="3">♥</font> [[L'aenoh Tia]]: "Ganzjaega Riklifaeld" : A man she met in the Mist. Their beginnings were rather rough, though both held an attraction for the other since the moment they met. After some struggle with a rather cruel Keeper named Hnaba, they came together and bonded in a way neither expected. Ever since, the two have been inseparable. Staelufre has come to love him in true. She has no plans to deviate from his side, and goes to great lengths to ensure his safety.<br />
: <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font> [[Vilsewaen Steinhoh]]: Her father, her mentor, her brother. He is the person Staelufre respects the most in her life, and strives to be like. It is a constant disappointment to her that she cannot follow in his footsteps, or become precisely alike him. Almost everything she does is to give him pride and prove herself worthy in his eyes.<br />
: <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font> [[Siehrova Brynstymm]]: Her sister. Staelufre is wildly protective of her intelligent and kind kin. Their shared history has forged their bond into something that is unbreakable. She values Siehrova for her intelligence and quick wit, and admires her for being able to do so many things that she cannot even conceive possible. While her sister works on various projects in Mor Dhona, almost always consisting of magitek, Staelufre makes sure to provide her sister with every comfort and need she could ask for.<br />
: <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font> [[Renaud Becquerel]]: "Wakkeyha Syngronn" : Her brother, her rival. He is the apprentice of her father and his natural affinity to truth and ownership of the Echo has made Wakkeyha the favorite of Vilsewaen. In this, Staelufre is constantly jealous of him and irritated of his natural prowess with mysticism. She sees in him all the things she wishes she can be, and he is blissfully ignorant of such facts. His fawning and doting over Staelufre as his own sister only makes her feel guilty of this, and oddly endeared to the man she names brother.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Jancis Milburga]]: "Solkeim Brynroega" : Her friend. Jancis and she first met through L'aenoh, and the healer has proved nothing but kind and stalwart. Even in the heat of battle or its gross after-effects, the woman never seems to waver. Even in the grossest of situations, Jancis is a shining beacon for her to orient herself. Staelufre remains loyal to her, and has never had cause to question this. She plans to ever be.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Ja'ren A'lenthin]]: "Arengybet Haerzhylt" : Their relationship begun on a rocky note. Miscommunication and estranged feelings made the two incapable of seeing eye-to-eye at first. Yet, when entrusting Ja'ren with a mysterious Void artefact, the two began a strange journey that solidified their friendship. Unexpected circumstances brought them even closer, and Ja'ren teaches her much of her magick and control over it. She ever admired Ja'ren, though also finds him foolish at times.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Tiergan Vashir]]: "Wynztier Eifaufre" : A recent friend to Staelufre, but a strong one. Originally a strange man, she became endeared to him after a long talk about the Lotus. Some of his earnest personality began to shine, and with it Staelufre saw someone of noble heart. She has since followed him throughout much of Eorzea on bizarre adventures to save friends or return them home. Every time they speak, she finds her respect for him growing. And also a sister-like desire to scold him for so often succumbing to his emotions.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Zaius Rhal'seer]]: "Doenruht Formnwust" : Staelufre's teacher. After Zaius insulted her mate by beating him in battle and tying him to a bed, she sought Zaius out to seek revenge. With original intentions of killing him, she was instead impressed by his technique and strength. After agreeing to teach her, and a couple lessons, she's come to trust the Keeper entirely. He shows to her an amount of care and yet willingness to let her learn. Because of that, she gives him an amount of blind faith many would advise against.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[J'azhar Tia]]: Introduced to her through Sylas, the young member of Jackal tribe was originally supposed to be a source of information. He quickly charmed her not only with a sense of his kindness for their mutual friends, but also his innocent manner of speech. They spoke of not only the more grim things, but also of lighter topics that soon left her laughing and delighted. It seems their friend circles have merged, for which Staelufre is only thankful, as she's ultimately fond of J'azhar's fretting and warm personality.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Teld're Eska'aldren]]: The seer, as she called him, is a strange and recent friend. He is mercurial and ever-shifting. In just one sun, she saw many sides to the man and is fascinated by each of them. She doesn't quite understand why, but some how Teld're has already earned her trust. Not only this, but she's begun to learn of a mystery that invokes her unyielding curiosity.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Leanne Delphium]]: The appointed "best friend". After having scolded Staelufre on ill social behavior, L'aenoh assigned the two of them to be friends from then on out. It's been somewhat uncertain ground, but the hat-clad woman is such a different presence that Staelufre help but agree she's fine friend material. Much is unknown about Leanne, though she manages to keep amusing Staelufre.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Faolan Woodlock]]: A man she hardly knows. He smells of campfire smoke and forests. This initial impression leads Staelufre to wanting to know more. After recent events that led her to witness Faolan's way of healing, and the knowledge he witnessed Dhemgeim's death, she's only more intent on prying beneath that mask of his.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[R'sass Thras]]: Her student. A young miqo'te whose tribe has disbanded, she was intent on learning to hunt. The reverence Sass has for her is baffling and, as she believes it, misguided. But it is still a pleasant and entertaining thing to teach another her methods of hunting.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[R'ostam Tia]]: Relative to R'sass, Staelufre finds him hot-headed and brash. His silent behavior, she knows, is entirely a front for a confused and conflicted young man. She hopes to teach him a little of fighting, though also knows that she is by far the least capable of giving him what he needs to know to make a better life outside the tribe.<br />
: <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> [[Memeli Meli]]: "Toffvann" : A powerful lalafell and magnificent braggart. She holds little respect for this person, but does recognize in her the potential to do much. They haven't shared much but in passing, though Memeli's ability to find trouble and also find her way out is always worthy of admiration.<br />
: <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> [[Finecia Hawke]]: "Blahntrachyn" : A peculiar hyur. Staelufre does not trust Finecia in the way she would never fully trust a dragon. Though she wears her past plainly, there is always an uncertainty to what happening in Finecia's mind. She is, at least, a reliable healer.<br />
: <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> [[R'lexia Thras]]: "Lihtleita" : A quiet miqo'te who has not revealed much about herself. While she is Finecia's mate, Staelufre is not yet sure of Lexia's mettle. She seems determined, but there is a weakness and hesitance in her actions that makes Staelufre wonder.<br />
: <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> [[Chaska Dakwhil]]: "Tenkoeya" : Ja'ren's mate and a person Staelufre always wonders about. While mute, her wisdom and cunning is unprecedented. Or because it is because of her inability to talk that Chaska has a way of thinking unparalleled. Either way, Staelufre owes deep respect to Chaska, though knows the two of them are unlikely to ever become friends.<br />
: <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> [[Franz Renatus]]: "Iyrnfystsyn" : After having dealt with an unpleasant elezen, the two came to a mutual understanding. She does not truly wonder after the man, but does at times wonder at his strength. He has, at the very least, the presence enough for her to take his word as truth.<br />
: <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> [[Oscare Iono]]: "Blanabrenn" : Another she knows to be a Garlean. She does not particularly care for this dark-skinned hyur, but he has never done anything to upset her either. At best, she knows him as Jancis' friend.<br />
: <font style="color:#C24640;" size="3">●</font> [[Tausenadel Geispyrsyn]]: "Wybhaerz" : An officer of the Coral Sea. Upon their first meeting, he seemed kind enough, though at their second and every meeting after, he insists on calling her "Stray". Staelufre has expressed her displeasure with this sentiment, and refuses to forgive him for being unable to listen to her or respect her.<br />
: <font style="color:#C24640;" size="3">●</font> [[Sigurd Rainecourt]]: "Bremlohr" : A pitiful little hyur. His weakness makes her dislike and distaste for him very obvious. She thinks that it is a shame, for he has many strong allies, but will never reach to such heights himself.<br />
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| name = Staelufre Lysmerl<br />
| image = Staewikiprofile.png<br />
| imagewidth = 250<br />
| caption = "May prey find your path."<br />
| gender = Female<br />
| citizenship = N/A<br />
| race = Miqo'te<br />
| clan = Seeker of the Sun<br />
| stat_1 = Age<br />
| stat_1_value = Mid-twenties<br />
| stat_2 = Sexuality<br />
| stat_2_value = Heterosexual<br />
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| stat_3_value = Hunter<br />
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| stat_4_value = 5 fulms, 0 ilms / 110 ponze<br />
| stat_5 = Diety <br />
| stat_5_value = Halone, the Fury<br />
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'''Staelufre Lysmerl''' (pronounced /stail-OU-frey LEES-mar-ill/) was born on 10th Sun of the 5th Umbral Era (October 10th). Her name means "Still Shore of the Bright Sea". She is a miqo'te who was born to one of the vagrant Jackal tribes in La Noscea, wandering through much of Eorzea with them during her childhood. She has kept the affinity to remaining in the wilderness over any form of civilization to this day, and has a very odd way of speaking.<br />
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===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #EB9F9F;font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Basic Info</div>===<br />
Not everyone can understand or relate to Staelufre. This is, at times, exceedingly frustrating to her. She speaks with a parlance that was invented and perfected by a hermit, and thus the mannerisms she uses are very foreign and often leading to misunderstanding. Only adding to her oddities, she will avoid cities at a very unreasonable rate. At times, she also forgoes the comfort of houses and chooses to disappear into the wilderness for suns at a time. She prefers alcohol and fighting to any sort of minimal comfort, and excels in agility over brute strength or magick. Because Staelufre is terrible at remembering names, she often gives people her own "nicknames" derived from the roegadyn language.<br />
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:<small>''"He is prey; weak, frightened and unable to fight his way free. He becomes terrified and runs into the briars, then complains when they get caught in his fur. Such rabbits do not deserve pity, or mercy."''<br />
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:''"Oft, you are taken by the deep and churning tides. As they pull you below, to tumble you about, you must not fight. The sea is as nourishing as she is treacherous."''<br />
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:''"I find no small comfort in the shores of my kin. The apprentice and his bannermen honor me with mine namesake, but it is ever the freedom of the sea that I give myself to."''</small><br />
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: <font style="color:#F7A29E;" size="3">■</font> Outdoors<br />
: <font style="color:#F7A29E;" size="3">■</font> Sweets<br />
: <font style="color:#F7A29E;" size="3">■</font> Knives<br />
: <font style="color:#F7A29E;" size="3">■</font> Pink<br />
: <font style="color:#F7A29E;" size="3">■</font> Fighting<br />
: <font style="color:#F7A29E;" size="3">■</font> Dresses<br />
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: <font style="color:#F3C6B9;" size="3">■</font> Crowds (and similarly loud noises)<br />
: <font style="color:#F3C6B9;" size="3">■</font> Cowardice<br />
: <font style="color:#F3C6B9;" size="3">■</font> Cities / tribes<br />
: <font style="color:#F3C6B9;" size="3">■</font> Authority<br />
: <font style="color:#F3C6B9;" size="3">■</font> Extravagance<br />
: <font style="color:#F3C6B9;" size="3">■</font> Loneliness<br />
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: <font style="color:#FAEDDF;" size="3">■</font> Perceptive to truer intentions<br />
: <font style="color:#FAEDDF;" size="3">■</font> Hunting<br />
: <font style="color:#FAEDDF;" size="3">■</font> Endurance or agility exercises<br />
: <font style="color:#FAEDDF;" size="3">■</font> Whittling<br />
: <font style="color:#FAEDDF;" size="3">■</font> Going, or remaining, largely unseen<br />
: <font style="color:#FAEDDF;" size="3">■</font> Singing<br />
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===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #EB9F9F;font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Appearance & Personality</div>===<br />
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: Staelufre cuts a slight figure, but nothing about her short stature is wasted. She is muscled and athletic in build, though short. Her skin is tanned and golden in complexion from both heritage and a great many days in the sun. With naturally pink hair and tail, though neither accept to being tried to tame. Her hair is fluffy and wild, and so often cut short or bound down by clips. Usually, after hunting, it's also caked in mud. Even more stunning than a girl with pink hair are her gold eyes. They glare at most of the world from behind long lashes, sharp and stripping. Even with the round face and fat, up-turned nose, the gentleness of her face is ruined by such intruding eyes.<br />
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: In almost all situations Staelufre's garbed lightly, wearing little more armor than leather. If there's any metal to her outfit, it is to reinforce weak points such as her shins or forearms. Never does Staelufre show her back, as across it is an uneven and encompassing scar that stretches from shoulders to lower back. More scars mar her arms and hands, though she also commonly wears gloves. Staelufre never goes anywhere without at least a knife, either hidden or plain, and cannot stand to equally part comfortable realms without her most precious ring.<br />
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: Staelufre most often stands slouched or with arms crossed, especially when in the presence of others. In crowds she is withdrawn, quiet and in corners. Anything more than five or six others and Staelufre simply tends to leave. She does not, under many circumstances, go into cities or crowded areas. She fears large numbers of people after being so withdrawn from civilization. It is to a point where she resents and hates any form of building or city, even at times preaching against the luxury of society. While she believes her words, she does also enjoy the luxuries that homes can provide. Beds and showers are much better than roots and cold lakes.<br />
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: In one word, a sum of her personality would be paradox. She is innocent and violent, both a hunter and likewise utterly feminine. She is harsh in her truths, and warm in her lies. Staelufre is both wise when it comes to others, and utterly ignorant in how to interact with them. Introspective, yet starved for friendship. Should anyone offer her kindness, she will eagerly drink it up and follow at their heels thereafter. Being alone for so long has both driven her to want freedom and to equally want camaraderie. <br />
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: One thing that is less fluid and contrary is her perspective on other people. People are either weak or strong, prey or hunters. Those who are prey she pities and sees no value in. Those who are hunters, she respects. Respect does not always mean Staelufre likes or trust them, however. After spending so long in the wild, she knows very well how to discern who is stronger and how to avoid confrontation. Unfortunately, she also strives to better herself at nearly every turn, so often has a deliberate cause and wish to throw herself into unfair situations just to come out stronger. This often makes her come across as rash, when the acts are in fact deliberate and she's always keenly aware of the very real danger of dying.<br />
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: If in situations when speaking to an individual person she trusts, Staelufre's personality truly shines through. Her words are eloquent and well-chosen, her loyalty is unbearably strong, and her optimism unyielding. She gives advice as best she can and admits ignorance when she cannot. Pride does, at times, keep her from asking for help when she needs it. When speaking to an individual that Staelufre dislikes, she becomes guarded and calloused. Her words are gated, capable of meaning anything, and her lies are so smooth it's impossible to tell them from the half-true metaphors. Her ability to command her emotions in front of those who she deems weaker is impressive, as is her capability of detaching value to their life. Those who are weak, in her opinion, are better off dead. Should Staelufre be speaking, however, individually with a person she doesn't yet know well, she'll always regard them in the way she would regard a new hunting territory. Assessing their weaknesses and prying for strengths, seeking the balance of their personality to determine whether or not they are worth her time.<br />
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===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #EB9F9F;font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Biography</div>===<br />
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=====<div style="padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Tribal Years</div>=====<br />
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====<div style="padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Rebirth</div>====<br />
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: <center><font style="color:#000000;" size="3">♥</font> Sexual Desire <font style="color:#F02311;" size="3">♥</font> Romantic Interest <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font> Platonic Love</center> <br />
: <center><font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> Good Standing <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> Neutral <font style="color:#C24640;" size="3">●</font> Poor Standing</center><br />
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: <font style="color:#F02311;" size="3">♥</font> <font style="color:#000000;" size="3">♥</font> [[L'aenoh Tia]]: "Ganzjaega Riklifaeld" : A man she met in the Mist. Their beginnings were rather rough, though both held an attraction for the other since the moment they met. After some struggle with a rather cruel Keeper named Hnaba, they came together and bonded in a way neither expected. Ever since, the two have been inseparable. Staelufre has come to love him in true. She has no plans to deviate from his side, and goes to great lengths to ensure his safety.<br />
: <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font> [[Vilsewaen Steinhoh]]: Her father, her mentor, her brother. He is the person Staelufre respects the most in her life, and strives to be like. It is a constant disappointment to her that she cannot follow in his footsteps, or become precisely alike him. Almost everything she does is to give him pride and prove herself worthy in his eyes.<br />
: <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font> [[Siehrova Brynstymm]]: Her sister. Staelufre is wildly protective of her intelligent and kind kin. Their shared history has forged their bond into something that is unbreakable. She values Siehrova for her intelligence and quick wit, and admires her for being able to do so many things that she cannot even conceive possible. While her sister works on various projects in Mor Dhona, almost always consisting of magitek, Staelufre makes sure to provide her sister with every comfort and need she could ask for.<br />
: <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font> [[Renaud Becquerel]]: "Wakkeyha Syngronn" : Her brother, her rival. He is the apprentice of her father and his natural affinity to truth and ownership of the Echo has made Wakkeyha the favorite of Vilsewaen. In this, Staelufre is constantly jealous of him and irritated of his natural prowess with mysticism. She sees in him all the things she wishes she can be, and he is blissfully ignorant of such facts. His fawning and doting over Staelufre as his own sister only makes her feel guilty of this, and oddly endeared to the man she names brother.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Jancis Milburga]]: "Solkeim Brynroega" : Her friend. Jancis and she first met through L'aenoh, and the healer has proved nothing but kind and stalwart. Even in the heat of battle or its gross after-effects, the woman never seems to waver. Even in the grossest of situations, Jancis is a shining beacon for her to orient herself. Staelufre remains loyal to her, and has never had cause to question this. She plans to ever be.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Ja'ren A'lenthin]]: "Arengybet Haerzhylt" : Their relationship begun on a rocky note. Miscommunication and estranged feelings made the two incapable of seeing eye-to-eye at first. Yet, when entrusting Ja'ren with a mysterious Void artefact, the two began a strange journey that solidified their friendship. Unexpected circumstances brought them even closer, and Ja'ren teaches her much of her magick and control over it. She ever admired Ja'ren, though also finds him foolish at times.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Tiergan Vashir]]: "Wynztier Eifaufre" : A recent friend to Staelufre, but a strong one. Originally a strange man, she became endeared to him after a long talk about the Lotus. Some of his earnest personality began to shine, and with it Staelufre saw someone of noble heart. She has since followed him throughout much of Eorzea on bizarre adventures to save friends or return them home. Every time they speak, she finds her respect for him growing. And also a sister-like desire to scold him for so often succumbing to his emotions.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Zaius Rhal'seer]]: "Doenruht Formnwust" : Staelufre's teacher. After Zaius insulted her mate by beating him in battle and tying him to a bed, she sought Zaius out to seek revenge. With original intentions of killing him, she was instead impressed by his technique and strength. After agreeing to teach her, and a couple lessons, she's come to trust the Keeper entirely. He shows to her an amount of care and yet willingness to let her learn. Because of that, she gives him an amount of blind faith many would advise against.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Teld're Eska'aldren]]: The seer, as she called him, is a strange and recent friend. He is mercurial and ever-shifting. In just one sun, she saw many sides to the man and is fascinated by each of them. She doesn't quite understand why, but some how Teld're has already earned her trust. Not only this, but she's begun to learn of a mystery that invokes her unyielding curiosity.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Leanne Delphium]]: The appointed "best friend". After having scolded Staelufre on ill social behavior, L'aenoh assigned the two of them to be friends from then on out. It's been somewhat uncertain ground, but the hat-clad woman is such a different presence that Staelufre help but agree she's fine friend material. Much is unknown about Leanne, though she manages to keep amusing Staelufre.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Faolan Woodlock]]: A man she hardly knows. He smells of campfire smoke and forests. This initial impression leads Staelufre to wanting to know more. After recent events that led her to witness Faolan's way of healing, and the knowledge he witnessed Dhemgeim's death, she's only more intent on prying beneath that mask of his.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[R'sass Thras]]: Her student. A young miqo'te whose tribe has disbanded, she was intent on learning to hunt. The reverence Sass has for her is baffling and, as she believes it, misguided. But it is still a pleasant and entertaining thing to teach another her methods of hunting.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[R'ostam Tia]]: Relative to R'sass, Staelufre finds him hot-headed and brash. His silent behavior, she knows, is entirely a front for a confused and conflicted young man. She hopes to teach him a little of fighting, though also knows that she is by far the least capable of giving him what he needs to know to make a better life outside the tribe.<br />
: <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> [[Memeli Meli]]: "Toffvann" : A powerful lalafell and magnificent braggart. She holds little respect for this person, but does recognize in her the potential to do much. They haven't shared much but in passing, though Memeli's ability to find trouble and also find her way out is always worthy of admiration.<br />
: <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> [[Finecia Hawke]]: "Blahntrachyn" : A peculiar hyur. Staelufre does not trust Finecia in the way she would never fully trust a dragon. Though she wears her past plainly, there is always an uncertainty to what happening in Finecia's mind. She is, at least, a reliable healer.<br />
: <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> [[R'lexia Thras]]: "Lihtleita" : A quiet miqo'te who has not revealed much about herself. While she is Finecia's mate, Staelufre is not yet sure of Lexia's mettle. She seems determined, but there is a weakness and hesitance in her actions that makes Staelufre wonder.<br />
: <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> [[Chaska Dakwhil]]: "Tenkoeya" : Ja'ren's mate and a person Staelufre always wonders about. While mute, her wisdom and cunning is unprecedented. Or because it is because of her inability to talk that Chaska has a way of thinking unparalleled. Either way, Staelufre owes deep respect to Chaska, though knows the two of them are unlikely to ever become friends.<br />
: <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> [[Franz Renatus]]: "Iyrnfystsyn" : After having dealt with an unpleasant elezen, the two came to a mutual understanding. She does not truly wonder after the man, but does at times wonder at his strength. He has, at the very least, the presence enough for her to take his word as truth.<br />
: <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> [[Oscare Iono]]: "Blanabrenn" : Another she knows to be a Garlean. She does not particularly care for this dark-skinned hyur, but he has never done anything to upset her either. At best, she knows him as Jancis' friend.<br />
: <font style="color:#C24640;" size="3">●</font> [[Tausenadel Geispyrsyn]]: "Wybhaerz" : An officer of the Coral Sea. Upon their first meeting, he seemed kind enough, though at their second and every meeting after, he insists on calling her "Stray". Staelufre has expressed her displeasure with this sentiment, and refuses to forgive him for being unable to listen to her or respect her.<br />
: <font style="color:#C24640;" size="3">●</font> [[Sigurd Rainecourt]]: "Bremlohr" : A pitiful little hyur. His weakness makes her dislike and distaste for him very obvious. She thinks that it is a shame, for he has many strong allies, but will never reach to such heights himself.<br />
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{{Infobox-character<br />
| name = Staelufre Lysmerl<br />
| image = Staewikiprofile.png<br />
| imagewidth = 250<br />
| caption = "May prey find your path."<br />
| gender = Female<br />
| citizenship = N/A<br />
| race = Miqo'te<br />
| clan = Seeker of the Sun<br />
| stat_1 = Age<br />
| stat_1_value = Mid-twenties<br />
| stat_2 = Sexuality<br />
| stat_2_value = Heterosexual<br />
| stat_3 = Occupation<br />
| stat_3_value = Hunter<br />
| stat_4 = Height/Weight<br />
| stat_4_value = 5 fulms, 0 ilms / 110 ponze<br />
| stat_5 = Diety <br />
| stat_5_value = Halone, the Fury<br />
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'''Staelufre Lysmerl''' (pronounced /stail-OU-frey LEES-mar-ill/) was born on 10th Sun of the 5th Umbral Era (October 10th). Her name means "Still Shore of the Bright Sea". She is a miqo'te who was born to one of the vagrant Jackal tribes in La Noscea, wandering through much of Eorzea with them during her childhood. She has kept the affinity to remaining in the wilderness over any form of civilization to this day, and has a very odd way of speaking.<br />
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===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #EB9F9F;font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Basic Info</div>===<br />
Not everyone can understand or relate to Staelufre. This is, at times, exceedingly frustrating to her. She speaks with a parlance that was invented and perfected by a hermit, and thus the mannerisms she uses are very foreign and often leading to misunderstanding. Only adding to her oddities, she will avoid cities at a very unreasonable rate. At times, she also forgoes the comfort of houses and chooses to disappear into the wilderness for suns at a time. She prefers alcohol and fighting to any sort of minimal comfort, and excels in agility over brute strength or magick. Because Staelufre is terrible at remembering names, she often gives people her own "nicknames" derived from the roegadyn language.<br />
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:<small>''"He is prey; weak, frightened and unable to fight his way free. He becomes terrified and runs into the briars, then complains when they get caught in his fur. Such rabbits do not deserve pity, or mercy."''<br />
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:''"Oft, you are taken by the deep and churning tides. As they pull you below, to tumble you about, you must not fight. The sea is as nourishing as she is treacherous."''<br />
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:''"I find no small comfort in the shores of my kin. The apprentice and his bannermen honor me with mine namesake, but it is ever the freedom of the sea that I give myself to."''</small><br />
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: <font style="color:#F7A29E;" size="3">■</font> Outdoors<br />
: <font style="color:#F7A29E;" size="3">■</font> Sweets<br />
: <font style="color:#F7A29E;" size="3">■</font> Knives<br />
: <font style="color:#F7A29E;" size="3">■</font> Pink<br />
: <font style="color:#F7A29E;" size="3">■</font> Fighting<br />
: <font style="color:#F7A29E;" size="3">■</font> Dresses<br />
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: <font style="color:#F3C6B9;" size="3">■</font> Crowds (and similarly loud noises)<br />
: <font style="color:#F3C6B9;" size="3">■</font> Cowardice<br />
: <font style="color:#F3C6B9;" size="3">■</font> Cities / tribes<br />
: <font style="color:#F3C6B9;" size="3">■</font> Authority<br />
: <font style="color:#F3C6B9;" size="3">■</font> Extravagance<br />
: <font style="color:#F3C6B9;" size="3">■</font> Loneliness<br />
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: <font style="color:#FAEDDF;" size="3">■</font> Perceptive to truer intentions<br />
: <font style="color:#FAEDDF;" size="3">■</font> Hunting<br />
: <font style="color:#FAEDDF;" size="3">■</font> Endurance or agility exercises<br />
: <font style="color:#FAEDDF;" size="3">■</font> Whittling<br />
: <font style="color:#FAEDDF;" size="3">■</font> Going, or remaining, largely unseen<br />
: <font style="color:#FAEDDF;" size="3">■</font> Singing<br />
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===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #EB9F9F;font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Appearance & Personality</div>===<br />
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: Staelufre cuts a slight figure, but nothing about her short stature is wasted. She is muscled and athletic in build, though short. Her skin is tanned and golden in complexion from both heritage and a great many days in the sun. With naturally pink hair and tail, though neither accept to being tried to tame. Her hair is fluffy and wild, and so often cut short or bound down by clips. Usually, after hunting, it's also caked in mud. Even more stunning than a girl with pink hair are her gold eyes. They glare at most of the world from behind long lashes, sharp and stripping. Even with the round face and fat, up-turned nose, the gentleness of her face is ruined by such intruding eyes.<br />
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: In almost all situations Staelufre's garbed lightly, wearing little more armor than leather. If there's any metal to her outfit, it is to reinforce weak points such as her shins or forearms. Never does Staelufre show her back, as across it is an uneven and encompassing scar that stretches from shoulders to lower back. More scars mar her arms and hands, though she also commonly wears gloves. Staelufre never goes anywhere without at least a knife, either hidden or plain, and cannot stand to equally part comfortable realms without her most precious ring.<br />
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: Staelufre most often stands slouched or with arms crossed, especially when in the presence of others. In crowds she is withdrawn, quiet and in corners. Anything more than five or six others and Staelufre simply tends to leave. She does not, under many circumstances, go into cities or crowded areas. She fears large numbers of people after being so withdrawn from civilization. It is to a point where she resents and hates any form of building or city, even at times preaching against the luxury of society. While she believes her words, she does also enjoy the luxuries that homes can provide. Beds and showers are much better than roots and cold lakes.<br />
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: In one word, a sum of her personality would be paradox. She is innocent and violent, both a hunter and likewise utterly feminine. She is harsh in her truths, and warm in her lies. Staelufre is both wise when it comes to others, and utterly ignorant in how to interact with them. Introspective, yet starved for friendship. Should anyone offer her kindness, she will eagerly drink it up and follow at their heels thereafter. Being alone for so long has both driven her to want freedom and to equally want camaraderie. (cont.)<br />
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=====<div style="padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Death</div>=====<br />
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====<div style="padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Rebirth</div>====<br />
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====<div style="padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Present</div>====<br />
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: <center><font style="color:#000000;" size="3">♥</font> Sexual Desire <font style="color:#F02311;" size="3">♥</font> Romantic Interest <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font> Platonic Love</center> <br />
: <center><font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> Good Standing <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> Neutral <font style="color:#C24640;" size="3">●</font> Poor Standing</center><br />
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: <font style="color:#F02311;" size="3">♥</font> <font style="color:#000000;" size="3">♥</font> [[L'aenoh Tia]]: "Ganzjaega Riklifaeld" : A man she met in the Mist. Their beginnings were rather rough, though both held an attraction for the other since the moment they met. After some struggle with a rather cruel Keeper named Hnaba, they came together and bonded in a way neither expected. Ever since, the two have been inseparable. Staelufre has come to love him in true. She has no plans to deviate from his side, and goes to great lengths to ensure his safety.<br />
: <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font> [[Vilsewaen Steinhoh]]: Her father, her mentor, her brother. He is the person Staelufre respects the most in her life, and strives to be like. It is a constant disappointment to her that she cannot follow in his footsteps, or become precisely alike him. Almost everything she does is to give him pride and prove herself worthy in his eyes.<br />
: <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font> [[Siehrova Brynstymm]]: Her sister. Staelufre is wildly protective of her intelligent and kind kin. Their shared history has forged their bond into something that is unbreakable. She values Siehrova for her intelligence and quick wit, and admires her for being able to do so many things that she cannot even conceive possible. While her sister works on various projects in Mor Dhona, almost always consisting of magitek, Staelufre makes sure to provide her sister with every comfort and need she could ask for.<br />
: <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font> [[Renaud Becquerel]]: "Wakkeyha Syngronn" : Her brother, her rival. He is the apprentice of her father and his natural affinity to truth and ownership of the Echo has made Wakkeyha the favorite of Vilsewaen. In this, Staelufre is constantly jealous of him and irritated of his natural prowess with mysticism. She sees in him all the things she wishes she can be, and he is blissfully ignorant of such facts. His fawning and doting over Staelufre as his own sister only makes her feel guilty of this, and oddly endeared to the man she names brother.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Jancis Milburga]]: "Solkeim Brynroega" : Her friend. Jancis and she first met through L'aenoh, and the healer has proved nothing but kind and stalwart. Even in the heat of battle or its gross after-effects, the woman never seems to waver. Even in the grossest of situations, Jancis is a shining beacon for her to orient herself. Staelufre remains loyal to her, and has never had cause to question this. She plans to ever be.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Ja'ren A'lenthin]]: "Arengybet Haerzhylt" : Their relationship begun on a rocky note. Miscommunication and estranged feelings made the two incapable of seeing eye-to-eye at first. Yet, when entrusting Ja'ren with a mysterious Void artefact, the two began a strange journey that solidified their friendship. Unexpected circumstances brought them even closer, and Ja'ren teaches her much of her magick and control over it. She ever admired Ja'ren, though also finds him foolish at times.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Tiergan Vashir]]: "Wynztier Eifaufre" : A recent friend to Staelufre, but a strong one. Originally a strange man, she became endeared to him after a long talk about the Lotus. Some of his earnest personality began to shine, and with it Staelufre saw someone of noble heart. She has since followed him throughout much of Eorzea on bizarre adventures to save friends or return them home. Every time they speak, she finds her respect for him growing. And also a sister-like desire to scold him for so often succumbing to his emotions.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Zaius Rhal'seer]]: "Doenruht Formnwust" : Staelufre's teacher. After Zaius insulted her mate by beating him in battle and tying him to a bed, she sought Zaius out to seek revenge. With original intentions of killing him, she was instead impressed by his technique and strength. After agreeing to teach her, and a couple lessons, she's come to trust the Keeper entirely. He shows to her an amount of care and yet willingness to let her learn. Because of that, she gives him an amount of blind faith many would advise against.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Teld're Eska'aldren]]: The seer, as she called him, is a strange and recent friend. He is mercurial and ever-shifting. In just one sun, she saw many sides to the man and is fascinated by each of them. She doesn't quite understand why, but some how Teld're has already earned her trust. Not only this, but she's begun to learn of a mystery that invokes her unyielding curiosity.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Leanne Delphium]]: The appointed "best friend". After having scolded Staelufre on ill social behavior, L'aenoh assigned the two of them to be friends from then on out. It's been somewhat uncertain ground, but the hat-clad woman is such a different presence that Staelufre help but agree she's fine friend material. Much is unknown about Leanne, though she manages to keep amusing Staelufre.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Faolan Woodlock]]: A man she hardly knows. He smells of campfire smoke and forests. This initial impression leads Staelufre to wanting to know more. After recent events that led her to witness Faolan's way of healing, and the knowledge he witnessed Dhemgeim's death, she's only more intent on prying beneath that mask of his.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[R'sass Thras]]: Her student. A young miqo'te whose tribe has disbanded, she was intent on learning to hunt. The reverence Sass has for her is baffling and, as she believes it, misguided. But it is still a pleasant and entertaining thing to teach another her methods of hunting.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[R'ostam Tia]]: Relative to R'sass, Staelufre finds him hot-headed and brash. His silent behavior, she knows, is entirely a front for a confused and conflicted young man. She hopes to teach him a little of fighting, though also knows that she is by far the least capable of giving him what he needs to know to make a better life outside the tribe.<br />
: <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> [[Memeli Meli]]: "Toffvann" : A powerful lalafell and magnificent braggart. She holds little respect for this person, but does recognize in her the potential to do much. They haven't shared much but in passing, though Memeli's ability to find trouble and also find her way out is always worthy of admiration.<br />
: <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> [[Finecia Hawke]]: "Blahntrachyn" : A peculiar hyur. Staelufre does not trust Finecia in the way she would never fully trust a dragon. Though she wears her past plainly, there is always an uncertainty to what happening in Finecia's mind. She is, at least, a reliable healer.<br />
: <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> [[R'lexia Thras]]: "Lihtleita" : A quiet miqo'te who has not revealed much about herself. While she is Finecia's mate, Staelufre is not yet sure of Lexia's mettle. She seems determined, but there is a weakness and hesitance in her actions that makes Staelufre wonder.<br />
: <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> [[Chaska Dakwhil]]: "Tenkoeya" : Ja'ren's mate and a person Staelufre always wonders about. While mute, her wisdom and cunning is unprecedented. Or because it is because of her inability to talk that Chaska has a way of thinking unparalleled. Either way, Staelufre owes deep respect to Chaska, though knows the two of them are unlikely to ever become friends.<br />
: <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> [[Franz Renatus]]: "Iyrnfystsyn" : After having dealt with an unpleasant elezen, the two came to a mutual understanding. She does not truly wonder after the man, but does at times wonder at his strength. He has, at the very least, the presence enough for her to take his word as truth.<br />
: <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> [[Oscare Iono]]: "Blanabrenn" : Another she knows to be a Garlean. She does not particularly care for this dark-skinned hyur, but he has never done anything to upset her either. At best, she knows him as Jancis' friend.<br />
: <font style="color:#C24640;" size="3">●</font> [[Tausenadel Geispyrsyn]]: "Wybhaerz" : An officer of the Coral Sea. Upon their first meeting, he seemed kind enough, though at their second and every meeting after, he insists on calling her "Stray". Staelufre has expressed her displeasure with this sentiment, and refuses to forgive him for being unable to listen to her or respect her.<br />
: <font style="color:#C24640;" size="3">●</font> [[Sigurd Rainecourt]]: "Bremlohr" : A pitiful little hyur. His weakness makes her dislike and distaste for him very obvious. She thinks that it is a shame, for he has many strong allies, but will never reach to such heights himself.<br />
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| name = Staelufre Lysmerl<br />
| image = Staewikiprofile.png<br />
| imagewidth = 250<br />
| caption = "May prey find your path."<br />
| gender = Female<br />
| citizenship = N/A<br />
| race = Miqo'te<br />
| clan = Seeker of the Sun<br />
| stat_1 = Age<br />
| stat_1_value = Mid-twenties<br />
| stat_2 = Sexuality<br />
| stat_2_value = Heterosexual<br />
| stat_3 = Occupation<br />
| stat_3_value = Hunter<br />
| stat_4 = Height/Weight<br />
| stat_4_value = 5 fulms, 0 ilms / 110 ponze<br />
| stat_5 = Diety <br />
| stat_5_value = Halone, the Fury<br />
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'''Staelufre Lysmerl''' (pronounced /stail-OU-frey LEES-mar-ill/) was born on 10th Sun of the 5th Umbral Era (October 10th). Her name means "Still Shore of the Bright Sea". She is a miqo'te who was born to one of the vagrant Jackal tribes in La Noscea, wandering through much of Eorzea with them during her childhood. She has kept the affinity to remaining in the wilderness over any form of civilization to this day, and has a very odd way of speaking.<br />
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===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #EB9F9F;font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Basic Info</div>===<br />
Not everyone can understand or relate to Staelufre. This is, at times, exceedingly frustrating to her. She speaks with a parlance that was invented and perfected by a hermit, and thus the mannerisms she uses are very foreign and often leading to misunderstanding. Only adding to her oddities, she will avoid cities at a very unreasonable rate. At times, she also forgoes the comfort of houses and chooses to disappear into the wilderness for suns at a time. She prefers alcohol and fighting to any sort of minimal comfort, and excels in agility over brute strength or magick. Because Staelufre is terrible at remembering names, she often gives people her own "nicknames" derived from the roegadyn language.<br />
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:<small>''"He is prey; weak, frightened and unable to fight his way free. He becomes terrified and runs into the briars, then complains when they get caught in his fur. Such rabbits do not deserve pity, or mercy."''<br />
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:''"Oft, you are taken by the deep and churning tides. As they pull you below, to tumble you about, you must not fight. The sea is as nourishing as she is treacherous."''<br />
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:''"I find no small comfort in the shores of my kin. The apprentice and his bannermen honor me with mine namesake, but it is ever the freedom of the sea that I give myself to."''</small><br />
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: <font style="color:#F7A29E;" size="3">■</font> Outdoors<br />
: <font style="color:#F7A29E;" size="3">■</font> Sweets<br />
: <font style="color:#F7A29E;" size="3">■</font> Knives<br />
: <font style="color:#F7A29E;" size="3">■</font> Pink<br />
: <font style="color:#F7A29E;" size="3">■</font> Fighting<br />
: <font style="color:#F7A29E;" size="3">■</font> Dresses<br />
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: <font style="color:#F3C6B9;" size="3">■</font> Crowds (and similarly loud noises)<br />
: <font style="color:#F3C6B9;" size="3">■</font> Cowardice<br />
: <font style="color:#F3C6B9;" size="3">■</font> Cities / tribes<br />
: <font style="color:#F3C6B9;" size="3">■</font> Authority<br />
: <font style="color:#F3C6B9;" size="3">■</font> Extravagance<br />
: <font style="color:#F3C6B9;" size="3">■</font> Loneliness<br />
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<div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #FAEDDF;font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;"><center>''Skills''</center></div></span></h3><br />
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: <font style="color:#FAEDDF;" size="3">■</font> Perceptive to truer intentions<br />
: <font style="color:#FAEDDF;" size="3">■</font> Hunting<br />
: <font style="color:#FAEDDF;" size="3">■</font> Endurance or agility exercises<br />
: <font style="color:#FAEDDF;" size="3">■</font> Whittling<br />
: <font style="color:#FAEDDF;" size="3">■</font> Going, or remaining, largely unseen<br />
: <font style="color:#FAEDDF;" size="3">■</font> Singing<br />
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===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #EB9F9F;font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Biography</div>===<br />
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=====<div style="padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Death</div>=====<br />
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====<div style="padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Rebirth</div>====<br />
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====<div style="padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Present</div>====<br />
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''Some of these rumors are untrue or are greatly exaggerated. Please feel free to add your own rumors under PC!''<br />
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<b><div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #F37E1D;">◢ Moderate Rumors (Moderately difficult to overhear)</div></b><br />
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<b><div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #D83018;">◢ Rare Rumors (Very difficult or rarely overheard)</div></b><br />
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: <font style="color:#aac5b4;" size="3">■</font> N/A<br />
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<div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #EB9F9F;font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;"><center>''Relations''</center></div></span></h3><br />
: <center><font style="color:#000000;" size="3">♥</font> Sexual Desire <font style="color:#F02311;" size="3">♥</font> Romantic Interest <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font> Platonic Love</center> <br />
: <center><font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> Good Standing <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> Neutral <font style="color:#C24640;" size="3">●</font> Poor Standing</center><br />
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: <font style="color:#F02311;" size="3">♥</font> <font style="color:#000000;" size="3">♥</font> [[L'aenoh Tia]]: "Ganzjaega Riklifaeld" : A man she met in the Mist. Their beginnings were rather rough, though both held an attraction for the other since the moment they met. After some struggle with a rather cruel Keeper named Hnaba, they came together and bonded in a way neither expected. Ever since, the two have been inseparable. Staelufre has come to love him in true. She has no plans to deviate from his side, and goes to great lengths to ensure his safety.<br />
: <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font> [[Vilsewaen Steinhoh]]: Her father, her mentor, her brother. He is the person Staelufre respects the most in her life, and strives to be like. It is a constant disappointment to her that she cannot follow in his footsteps, or become precisely alike him. Almost everything she does is to give him pride and prove herself worthy in his eyes.<br />
: <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font> [[Siehrova Brynstymm]]: Her sister. Staelufre is wildly protective of her intelligent and kind kin. Their shared history has forged their bond into something that is unbreakable. She values Siehrova for her intelligence and quick wit, and admires her for being able to do so many things that she cannot even conceive possible. While her sister works on various projects in Mor Dhona, almost always consisting of magitek, Staelufre makes sure to provide her sister with every comfort and need she could ask for.<br />
: <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font> [[Renaud Becquerel]]: "Wakkeyha Syngronn" : Her brother, her rival. He is the apprentice of her father and his natural affinity to truth and ownership of the Echo has made Wakkeyha the favorite of Vilsewaen. In this, Staelufre is constantly jealous of him and irritated of his natural prowess with mysticism. She sees in him all the things she wishes she can be, and he is blissfully ignorant of such facts. His fawning and doting over Staelufre as his own sister only makes her feel guilty of this, and oddly endeared to the man she names brother.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Jancis Milburga]]: "Solkeim Brynroega" : Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. Cras cursus leo quis eros rutrum accumsan. Quisque metus leo, adipiscing nec augue eu, viverra ullamcorper dolor. Integer venenatis lectus non turpis vulputate, eget elementum eros malesuada.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Ja'ren A'lenthin]]: "Arengybet Haerzhylt" : Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. Cras cursus leo quis eros rutrum accumsan. Quisque metus leo, adipiscing nec augue eu, viverra ullamcorper dolor. Integer venenatis lectus non turpis vulputate, eget elementum eros malesuada.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Tiergan Vashir]]: "Wynztier Eifaufre" : Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. Cras cursus leo quis eros rutrum accumsan. Quisque metus leo, adipiscing nec augue eu, viverra ullamcorper dolor. Integer venenatis lectus non turpis vulputate, eget elementum eros malesuada.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Zaius Rhal'seer]]: "Doenruht Formnwust" : Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. Cras cursus leo quis eros rutrum accumsan. Quisque metus leo, adipiscing nec augue eu, viverra ullamcorper dolor. Integer venenatis lectus non turpis vulputate, eget elementum eros malesuada.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Leanne Delphium]]: Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. Cras cursus leo quis eros rutrum accumsan. Quisque metus leo, adipiscing nec augue eu, viverra ullamcorper dolor. Integer venenatis lectus non turpis vulputate, eget elementum eros malesuada.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[R'sass Thras]]: Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. Cras cursus leo quis eros rutrum accumsan. Quisque metus leo, adipiscing nec augue eu, viverra ullamcorper dolor. Integer venenatis lectus non turpis vulputate, eget elementum eros malesuada.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[R'ostam Tia]]: Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. Cras cursus leo quis eros rutrum accumsan. Quisque metus leo, adipiscing nec augue eu, viverra ullamcorper dolor. Integer venenatis lectus non turpis vulputate, eget elementum eros malesuada.<br />
: <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> [[Faolan Woodlock]]: Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. Cras cursus leo quis eros rutrum accumsan. Quisque metus leo, adipiscing nec augue eu, viverra ullamcorper dolor. Integer venenatis lectus non turpis vulputate, eget elementum eros malesuada.<br />
: <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> [[Memeli Meli]]: "Toffvann" : Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. Cras cursus leo quis eros rutrum accumsan. Quisque metus leo, adipiscing nec augue eu, viverra ullamcorper dolor. Integer venenatis lectus non turpis vulputate, eget elementum eros malesuada.<br />
: <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> [[Finecia Hawke]]: "Blahntrachyn" : Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. Cras cursus leo quis eros rutrum accumsan. Quisque metus leo, adipiscing nec augue eu, viverra ullamcorper dolor. Integer venenatis lectus non turpis vulputate, eget elementum eros malesuada.<br />
: <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> [[R'lexia Thras]]: "Lihtleita" : Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. Cras cursus leo quis eros rutrum accumsan. Quisque metus leo, adipiscing nec augue eu, viverra ullamcorper dolor. Integer venenatis lectus non turpis vulputate, eget elementum eros malesuada.<br />
: <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> [[Chaska Dakwhil]]: "Tenkoeya" : Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. Cras cursus leo quis eros rutrum accumsan. Quisque metus leo, adipiscing nec augue eu, viverra ullamcorper dolor. Integer venenatis lectus non turpis vulputate, eget elementum eros malesuada.<br />
: <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> [[Franz Renatus]]: "Iyrnfystsyn" : Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. Cras cursus leo quis eros rutrum accumsan. Quisque metus leo, adipiscing nec augue eu, viverra ullamcorper dolor. Integer venenatis lectus non turpis vulputate, eget elementum eros malesuada.<br />
: <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> [[Oscare Iono]]: "Blanabrenn" : Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. Cras cursus leo quis eros rutrum accumsan. Quisque metus leo, adipiscing nec augue eu, viverra ullamcorper dolor. Integer venenatis lectus non turpis vulputate, eget elementum eros malesuada.<br />
: <font style="color:#C24640;" size="3">●</font> [[Tausenadel Geispyrsyn]]: "Wybhaerz" : Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. Cras cursus leo quis eros rutrum accumsan. Quisque metus leo, adipiscing nec augue eu, viverra ullamcorper dolor. Integer venenatis lectus non turpis vulputate, eget elementum eros malesuada.<br />
: <font style="color:#C24640;" size="3">●</font> [[Sigurd Rainecourt]]: "Bremlohr" : Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. Cras cursus leo quis eros rutrum accumsan. Quisque metus leo, adipiscing nec augue eu, viverra ullamcorper dolor. Integer venenatis lectus non turpis vulputate, eget elementum eros malesuada.<br />
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===<div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #EB9F9F;font-size:14px;color:#6B5344;">Footnotes</div>===<br />
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{{Infobox-character<br />
| name = Staelufre Lysmerl<br />
| image = Staewikiprofile.png<br />
| imagewidth = 250<br />
| caption = "May prey find your path."<br />
| gender = Female<br />
| citizenship = N/A<br />
| race = Miqo'te<br />
| clan = Seeker of the Sun<br />
| stat_1 = Age<br />
| stat_1_value = Mid-twenties<br />
| stat_2 = Sexuality<br />
| stat_2_value = Heterosexual<br />
| stat_3 = Occupation<br />
| stat_3_value = Hunter<br />
| stat_4 = Height/Weight<br />
| stat_4_value = 5 fulms, 0 ilms / 110 ponze<br />
| stat_5 = Diety <br />
| stat_5_value = Halone, the Fury<br />
}}<br />
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'''Staelufre Lysmerl''' (pronounced /stail-OU-frey LEES-mar-ill/) was born on 10th Sun of the 5th Umbral Era (October 10th). Her name means "Still Shore of the Bright Sea". She is a miqo'te who was born to one of the vagrant Jackal tribes in La Noscea, wandering through much of Eorzea with them during her childhood. She has kept the affinity to remaining in the wilderness over any form of civilization to this day, and has a very odd way of speaking.<br />
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===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #EB9F9F;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Basic Info</div>===<br />
Not everyone can understand or relate to Staelufre. This is, at times, exceedingly frustrating to her. She speaks with a parlance that was invented and perfected by a hermit, and thus the mannerisms she uses are very foreign and often leading to misunderstanding. Only adding to her oddities, she will avoid cities at a very unreasonable rate. At times, she also forgoes the comfort of houses and chooses to disappear into the wilderness for suns at a time. She prefers alcohol and fighting to any sort of minimal comfort, and excels in agility over brute strength or magick. Because Staelufre is terrible at remembering names, she often gives people her own "nicknames" derived from the roegadyn language.<br />
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:<small>''"He is prey; weak, frightened and unable to fight his way free. He becomes terrified and runs into the briars, then complains when they get caught in his fur. Such rabbits do not deserve pity, or mercy."''<br />
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:''"Oft, you are taken by the deep and churning tides. As they pull you below, to tumble you about, you must not fight. The sea is as nourishing as she is treacherous."''<br />
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:''"I find no small comfort in the shores of my kin. The apprentice and his bannermen honor me with mine namesake, but it is ever the freedom of the sea that I give myself to."''</small><br />
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: <font style="color:#F7A29E;" size="3">■</font> Outdoors<br />
: <font style="color:#F7A29E;" size="3">■</font> Sweets<br />
: <font style="color:#F7A29E;" size="3">■</font> Knives<br />
: <font style="color:#F7A29E;" size="3">■</font> Pink<br />
: <font style="color:#F7A29E;" size="3">■</font> Fighting<br />
: <font style="color:#F7A29E;" size="3">■</font> Dresses<br />
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: <font style="color:#F3C6B9;" size="3">■</font> Crowds (and similarly loud noises)<br />
: <font style="color:#F3C6B9;" size="3">■</font> Cowardice<br />
: <font style="color:#F3C6B9;" size="3">■</font> Cities / tribes<br />
: <font style="color:#F3C6B9;" size="3">■</font> Authority<br />
: <font style="color:#F3C6B9;" size="3">■</font> Extravagance<br />
: <font style="color:#F3C6B9;" size="3">■</font> Loneliness<br />
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: <font style="color:#FAEDDF;" size="3">■</font> Perceptive to truer intentions<br />
: <font style="color:#FAEDDF;" size="3">■</font> Hunting<br />
: <font style="color:#FAEDDF;" size="3">■</font> Endurance or agility exercises<br />
: <font style="color:#FAEDDF;" size="3">■</font> Whittling<br />
: <font style="color:#FAEDDF;" size="3">■</font> Going, or remaining, largely unseen<br />
: <font style="color:#FAEDDF;" size="3">■</font> Singing<br />
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: <font style="color:#F02311;" size="3">♥</font> <font style="color:#000000;" size="3">♥</font> [[L'aenoh Tia]]: "Ganzjaega Riklifaeld" : A man she met in the Mist. Their beginnings were rather rough, though both held an attraction for the other since the moment they met. After some struggle with a rather cruel Keeper named Hnaba, they came together and bonded in a way neither expected. Ever since, the two have been inseparable. Staelufre has come to love him in true. She has no plans to deviate from his side, and goes to great lengths to ensure his safety.<br />
: <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font> [[Vilsewaen Steinhoh]]: Her father, her mentor, her brother. He is the person Staelufre respects the most in her life, and strives to be like. It is a constant disappointment to her that she cannot follow in his footsteps, or become precisely alike him. Almost everything she does is to give him pride and prove herself worthy in his eyes.<br />
: <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font> [[Siehrova Brynstymm]]: Her sister. Staelufre is wildly protective of her intelligent and kind kin. Their shared history has forged their bond into something that is unbreakable. She values Siehrova for her intelligence and quick wit, and admires her for being able to do so many things that she cannot even conceive possible. While her sister works on various projects in Mor Dhona, almost always consisting of magitek, Staelufre makes sure to provide her sister with every comfort and need she could ask for.<br />
: <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font> [[Renaud Becquerel]]: "Wakkeyha Syngronn" : Her brother, her rival. He is the apprentice of her father and his natural affinity to truth and ownership of the Echo has made Wakkeyha the favorite of Vilsewaen. In this, Staelufre is constantly jealous of him and irritated of his natural prowess with mysticism. She sees in him all the things she wishes she can be, and he is blissfully ignorant of such facts. His fawning and doting over Staelufre as his own sister only makes her feel guilty of this, and oddly endeared to the man she names brother.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Jancis Milburga]]: "Solkeim Brynroega" : Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. Cras cursus leo quis eros rutrum accumsan. Quisque metus leo, adipiscing nec augue eu, viverra ullamcorper dolor. Integer venenatis lectus non turpis vulputate, eget elementum eros malesuada.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Ja'ren A'lenthin]]: "Arengybet Haerzhylt" : Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. Cras cursus leo quis eros rutrum accumsan. Quisque metus leo, adipiscing nec augue eu, viverra ullamcorper dolor. Integer venenatis lectus non turpis vulputate, eget elementum eros malesuada.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Tiergan Vashir]]: "Wynztier Eifaufre" : Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. Cras cursus leo quis eros rutrum accumsan. Quisque metus leo, adipiscing nec augue eu, viverra ullamcorper dolor. Integer venenatis lectus non turpis vulputate, eget elementum eros malesuada.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Zaius Rhal'seer]]: "Doenruht Formnwust" : Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. Cras cursus leo quis eros rutrum accumsan. Quisque metus leo, adipiscing nec augue eu, viverra ullamcorper dolor. Integer venenatis lectus non turpis vulputate, eget elementum eros malesuada.<br />
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: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[R'sass Thras]]: Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. Cras cursus leo quis eros rutrum accumsan. Quisque metus leo, adipiscing nec augue eu, viverra ullamcorper dolor. Integer venenatis lectus non turpis vulputate, eget elementum eros malesuada.<br />
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: <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> [[Memeli Meli]]: "Toffvann" : Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. Cras cursus leo quis eros rutrum accumsan. Quisque metus leo, adipiscing nec augue eu, viverra ullamcorper dolor. Integer venenatis lectus non turpis vulputate, eget elementum eros malesuada.<br />
: <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> [[Finecia Hawke]]: "Blahntrachyn" : Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. Cras cursus leo quis eros rutrum accumsan. Quisque metus leo, adipiscing nec augue eu, viverra ullamcorper dolor. Integer venenatis lectus non turpis vulputate, eget elementum eros malesuada.<br />
: <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> [[R'lexia Thras]]: "Lihtleita" : Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. Cras cursus leo quis eros rutrum accumsan. Quisque metus leo, adipiscing nec augue eu, viverra ullamcorper dolor. Integer venenatis lectus non turpis vulputate, eget elementum eros malesuada.<br />
: <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> [[Chaska Dakwhil]]: "Tenkoeya" : Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. Cras cursus leo quis eros rutrum accumsan. Quisque metus leo, adipiscing nec augue eu, viverra ullamcorper dolor. Integer venenatis lectus non turpis vulputate, eget elementum eros malesuada.<br />
: <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> [[Franz Renatus]]: "Iyrnfystsyn" : Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. Cras cursus leo quis eros rutrum accumsan. Quisque metus leo, adipiscing nec augue eu, viverra ullamcorper dolor. Integer venenatis lectus non turpis vulputate, eget elementum eros malesuada.<br />
: <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> [[Oscare Iono]]: "Blanabrenn" : Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. Cras cursus leo quis eros rutrum accumsan. Quisque metus leo, adipiscing nec augue eu, viverra ullamcorper dolor. Integer venenatis lectus non turpis vulputate, eget elementum eros malesuada.<br />
: <font style="color:#C24640;" size="3">●</font> [[Tausenadel Geispyrsyn]]: "Wybhaerz" : Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. Cras cursus leo quis eros rutrum accumsan. Quisque metus leo, adipiscing nec augue eu, viverra ullamcorper dolor. Integer venenatis lectus non turpis vulputate, eget elementum eros malesuada.<br />
: <font style="color:#C24640;" size="3">●</font> [[Sigurd Rainecourt]]: "Bremlohr" : Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. Cras cursus leo quis eros rutrum accumsan. Quisque metus leo, adipiscing nec augue eu, viverra ullamcorper dolor. Integer venenatis lectus non turpis vulputate, eget elementum eros malesuada.<br />
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{{Infobox-character<br />
| name = Staelufre Lysmerl<br />
| image = Staewikiprofile.png<br />
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| gender = Female<br />
| citizenship = N/A<br />
| race = Miqo'te<br />
| clan = Seeker of the Sun<br />
| stat_1 = Age<br />
| stat_1_value = Mid-twenties<br />
| stat_2 = Sexuality<br />
| stat_2_value = Heterosexual<br />
| stat_3 = Occupation<br />
| stat_3_value = Hunter<br />
| stat_4 = Height/Weight<br />
| stat_4_value = 5 fulms, 0 ilms / 110 ponze<br />
| stat_5 = Diety <br />
| stat_5_value = Halone, the Fury<br />
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'''Staelufre Lysmerl''' (pronounced /stail-OU-frey LEES-mar-ill/) was born on 10th Sun of the 5th Umbral Era (October 10th). She is a miqo'te who was born to one of the vagrant Jackal tribes in La Noscea, wandering through much of Eorzea with them during her childhood. She has kept the affinity to remaining in the wilderness over any form of civilization to this day, and has a very odd way of speaking.<br />
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: <font style="color:#F02311;" size="3">♥</font> <font style="color:#000000;" size="3">♥</font> [[L'aenoh Tia]]: "Ganzjaega Riklifaeld" : A man she met in the Mist. Their beginnings were rather rough, though both held an attraction for the other since the moment they met. After some struggle with a rather cruel Keeper named Hnaba, they came together and bonded in a way neither expected. Ever since, the two have been inseparable. Staelufre has come to love him in true. She has no plans to deviate from his side, and goes to great lengths to ensure his safety.<br />
: <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font> [[Vilsewaen Steinhoh]]: Her father, her mentor, her brother. He is the person Staelufre respects the most in her life, and strives to be like. It is a constant disappointment to her that she cannot follow in his footsteps, or become precisely alike him. Almost everything she does is to give him pride and prove herself worthy in his eyes.<br />
: <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font> [[Siehrova Brynstymm]]: Her sister. Staelufre is wildly protective of her intelligent and kind kin. Their shared history has forged their bond into something that is unbreakable. She values Siehrova for her intelligence and quick wit, and admires her for being able to do so many things that she cannot even conceive possible. While her sister works on various projects in Mor Dhona, almost always consisting of magitek, Staelufre makes sure to provide her sister with every comfort and need she could ask for.<br />
: <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font> [[Renaud Becquerel]]: "Wakkeyha Syngronn" : Her brother, her rival. He is the apprentice of her father and his natural affinity to truth and ownership of the Echo has made Wakkeyha the favorite of Vilsewaen. In this, Staelufre is constantly jealous of him and irritated of his natural prowess with mysticism. She sees in him all the things she wishes she can be, and he is blissfully ignorant of such facts. His fawning and doting over Staelufre as his own sister only makes her feel guilty of this, and oddly endeared to the man she names brother.<br />
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: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Ja'ren A'lenthin]]: "Arengybet Haerzhylt" : Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. Cras cursus leo quis eros rutrum accumsan. Quisque metus leo, adipiscing nec augue eu, viverra ullamcorper dolor. Integer venenatis lectus non turpis vulputate, eget elementum eros malesuada.<br />
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: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Zaius Rhal'seer]]: "Doenruht Formnwust" : Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. Cras cursus leo quis eros rutrum accumsan. Quisque metus leo, adipiscing nec augue eu, viverra ullamcorper dolor. Integer venenatis lectus non turpis vulputate, eget elementum eros malesuada.<br />
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: <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> [[Memeli Meli]]: "Toffvann" : Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. Cras cursus leo quis eros rutrum accumsan. Quisque metus leo, adipiscing nec augue eu, viverra ullamcorper dolor. Integer venenatis lectus non turpis vulputate, eget elementum eros malesuada.<br />
: <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> [[Finecia Hawke]]: "Blahntrachyn" : Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. Cras cursus leo quis eros rutrum accumsan. Quisque metus leo, adipiscing nec augue eu, viverra ullamcorper dolor. Integer venenatis lectus non turpis vulputate, eget elementum eros malesuada.<br />
: <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> [[R'lexia Thras]]: "Lihtleita" : Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. Cras cursus leo quis eros rutrum accumsan. Quisque metus leo, adipiscing nec augue eu, viverra ullamcorper dolor. Integer venenatis lectus non turpis vulputate, eget elementum eros malesuada.<br />
: <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> [[Chaska Dakwhil]]: "Tenkoeya" : Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. Cras cursus leo quis eros rutrum accumsan. Quisque metus leo, adipiscing nec augue eu, viverra ullamcorper dolor. Integer venenatis lectus non turpis vulputate, eget elementum eros malesuada.<br />
: <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> [[Franz Renatus]]: "Iyrnfystsyn" : Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. Cras cursus leo quis eros rutrum accumsan. Quisque metus leo, adipiscing nec augue eu, viverra ullamcorper dolor. Integer venenatis lectus non turpis vulputate, eget elementum eros malesuada.<br />
: <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> [[Oscare Iono]]: "Blanabrenn" : Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. Cras cursus leo quis eros rutrum accumsan. Quisque metus leo, adipiscing nec augue eu, viverra ullamcorper dolor. Integer venenatis lectus non turpis vulputate, eget elementum eros malesuada.<br />
: <font style="color:#C24640;" size="3">●</font> [[Tausenadel Geispyrsyn]]: "Wybhaerz" : Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. Cras cursus leo quis eros rutrum accumsan. Quisque metus leo, adipiscing nec augue eu, viverra ullamcorper dolor. Integer venenatis lectus non turpis vulputate, eget elementum eros malesuada.<br />
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{{Infobox-character<br />
| name = Staelufre Lysmerl<br />
| image = Staewikiprofile.png<br />
| imagewidth = 250<br />
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| gender = Female<br />
| citizenship = N/A<br />
| race = Miqo'te<br />
| clan = Seeker of the Sun<br />
| stat_1 = Age<br />
| stat_1_value = Mid-twenties<br />
| stat_2 = Sexuality<br />
| stat_2_value = Heterosexual<br />
| stat_3 = Occupation<br />
| stat_3_value = Hunter<br />
| stat_4 = Height/Weight<br />
| stat_4_value = 5 fulms, 0 ilms / 110 ponze<br />
| stat_5 = Diety <br />
| stat_5_value = Halone, the Fury<br />
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'''Staelufre Lysmerl''' (pronounced /stail-OU-frey LEES-mar-ill/) was born on 10th Sun of the 5th Umbral Era (October 10th). She is a miqo'te who was born to one of the vagrant Jackal tribes in La Noscea, wandering through much of Eorzea with them during her childhood. She has kept the affinity to remaining in the wilderness over any form of civilization to this day, and has a very odd way of speaking.<br />
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: <font style="color:#F02311;" size="3">♥</font> <font style="color:#000000;" size="3">♥</font> [[L'aenoh Tia]]: "Ganzjaega Riklifaeld" : A man she met in the Mist. Their beginnings were rather rough, though both held an attraction for the other since the moment they met. After some struggle with a rather cruel Keeper named Hnaba, they came together and bonded in a way neither expected. Ever since, the two have been inseparable. Staelufre has come to love him in true. She has no plans to deviate from his side, and goes to great lengths to ensure his safety.<br />
: <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font> [[Vilsewaen Steinhoh]]: Her father, her mentor, her brother. He is the person Staelufre respects the most in her life, and strives to be like. It is a constant disappointment to her that she cannot follow in his footsteps, or become precisely alike him. Almost everything she does is to give him pride and prove herself worthy in his eyes.<br />
: <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font> [[Siehrova Brynstymm]]: Her sister. Staelufre is wildly protective of her intelligent and kind kin. Their shared history has forged their bond into something that is unbreakable. She values Siehrova for her intelligence and quick wit, and admires her for being able to do so many things that she cannot even conceive possible. While her sister works on various projects in Mor Dhona, almost always consisting of magitek, Staelufre makes sure to provide her sister with every comfort and need she could ask for.<br />
: <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font> [[Renaud Becquerel]]: "Wakkeyha Syngronn" : Her brother, her rival. He is the apprentice of her father and his natural affinity to truth and ownership of the Echo has made Wakkeyha the favorite of Vilsewaen. In this, Staelufre is constantly jealous of him and irritated of his natural prowess with mysticism. She sees in him all the things she wishes she can be, and he is blissfully ignorant of such facts. His fawning and doting over Staelufre as his own sister only makes her feel guilty of this, and oddly endeared to the man she names brother.<br />
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| name = Staelufre Lysmerl<br />
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| gender = Female<br />
| citizenship = N/A<br />
| race = Miqo'te<br />
| clan = Seeker of the Sun<br />
| stat_1 = Age<br />
| stat_1_value = Mid-twenties<br />
| stat_2 = Sexuality<br />
| stat_2_value = Heterosexual<br />
| stat_3 = Occupation<br />
| stat_3_value = Hunter<br />
| stat_4 = Height/Weight<br />
| stat_4_value = 5 fulms, 0 ilms / 110 ponze<br />
| stat_5 = Diety <br />
| stat_5_value = Halone, the Fury<br />
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'''Staelufre Lysmerl''' (pronounced /stail-OU-frey LEES-mar-ill/) was born on 10th Sun of the 5th Umbral Era (October 10th). She is a miqo'te who was born to one of the vagrant Jackal tribes in La Noscea, wandering through much of Eorzea with them during her childhood. She has kept the affinity to remaining in the wilderness over any form of civilization to this day, and has a very odd way of speaking.<br />
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: <font style="color:#F02311;" size="3">♥</font> <font style="color:#000000;" size="3">♥</font> [[L'aenoh Tia]]: "Ganzjaega Riklifaeld" : A man she met in the Mist. Their beginnings were rather rough, though both held an attraction for the other since the moment they met. After some struggle with a rather cruel Keeper named Hnaba, they came together and bonded in a way neither expected. Ever since, the two have been inseparable. Staelufre has come to love him in true. She has no plans to deviate from his side, and goes to great lengths to ensure his safety.<br />
: <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font> [[Vilsewaen Steinhoh]]: Her father, her mentor, her brother. He is the person Staelufre respects the most in her life, and strives to be like. It is a constant disappointment to her that she cannot follow in his footsteps, or become precisely alike him. Almost everything she does is to give him pride and prove herself worthy in his eyes.<br />
: <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font> [[Siehrova Brynstymm]]: Her sister. Staelufre is wildly protective of her intelligent and kind kin. Their shared history has forged their bond into something that is unbreakable. She values Siehrova for her intelligence and quick wit, and admires her for being able to do so many things that she cannot even conceive possible. While her sister works on various projects in Mor Dhona, almost always consisting of magitek, Staelufre makes sure to provide her sister with every comfort and need she could ask for.<br />
: <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font> [[Renaud Becquerel]]: "Wakkeyha Syngronn" : Her brother, her rival. He is the apprentice of her father and his natural affinity to truth and ownership of the Echo has made Wakkeyha the favorite of Vilsewaen. In this, Staelufre is constantly jealous of him and irritated of his natural prowess with mysticism. She sees in him all the things she wishes she can be, and he is blissfully ignorant of such facts. His fawning and doting over Staelufre as his own sister only makes her feel guilty of this, and oddly endeared to the man she names brother.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Jancis Milburga]]: "Solkeim Brynroega" : Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. Cras cursus leo quis eros rutrum accumsan. Quisque metus leo, adipiscing nec augue eu, viverra ullamcorper dolor. Integer venenatis lectus non turpis vulputate, eget elementum eros malesuada.<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Ja'ren A'lenthin]]: "Arengybet Haerzhylt" : Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. Cras cursus leo quis eros rutrum accumsan. Quisque metus leo, adipiscing nec augue eu, viverra ullamcorper dolor. Integer venenatis lectus non turpis vulputate, eget elementum eros malesuada.<br />
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| name = Staelufre Lysmerl<br />
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| gender = Female<br />
| citizenship = N/A<br />
| race = Miqo'te<br />
| clan = Seeker of the Sun<br />
| stat_1 = Age<br />
| stat_1_value = Mid-twenties<br />
| stat_2 = Sexuality<br />
| stat_2_value = Heterosexual<br />
| stat_3 = Occupation<br />
| stat_3_value = Hunter<br />
| stat_4 = Height/Weight<br />
| stat_4_value = 5 fulms, 0 ilms / 110 ponze<br />
| stat_5 = Diety <br />
| stat_5_value = Halone, the Fury<br />
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'''Staelufre Lysmerl''' (pronounced /stai-LOU-frey LEES-mar-ill/) was born on 10th Sun of the 5th Umbral Era (October 10th). She is a miqo'te who was born to one of the vagrant Jackal tribes in La Noscea, wandering through much of Eorzea with them during her childhood. She has kept the affinity to remaining in the wilderness over any form of civilization to this day, and has a very odd way of speaking.<br />
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: <font style="color:#F02311;" size="3">♥</font> <font style="color:#000000;" size="3">♥</font> [[L'aenoh Tia]]: "Ganzjaega Riklifaeld" : A man she met in the Mist. Their beginnings were rather rough, though both held an attraction for the other since the moment they met. After some struggle with a rather cruel Keeper named Hnaba, they came together and bonded in a way neither expected. Ever since, the two have been inseparable. Staelufre has come to love him in true. She has no plans to deviate from his side, and goes to great lengths to ensure his safety.<br />
: <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font> [[Vilsewaen Steinhoh]]: Her father, her mentor, her brother. He is the person Staelufre respects the most in her life, and strives to be like. It is a constant disappointment to her that she cannot follow in his footsteps, or become precisely alike him. Almost everything she does is to give him pride and prove herself worthy in his eyes.<br />
: <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font> [[Siehrova Brynstymm]]: Her sister. Staelufre is wildly protective of her intelligent and kind kin. Their shared history has forged their bond into something that is unbreakable. She values Siehrova for her intelligence and quick wit, and admires her for being able to do so many things that she cannot even conceive possible. While her sister works on various projects in Mor Dhona, almost always consisting of magitek, Staelufre makes sure to provide her sister with every comfort and need she could ask for.<br />
: <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font> [[Renaud Becquerel]]: "Wakkeyha Syngronn" : Her brother, her rival. He is the apprentice of her father and his natural affinity to truth and ownership of the Echo has made Wakkeyha the favorite of Vilsewaen. In this, Staelufre is constantly jealous of him and irritated of his natural prowess with mysticism. She sees in him all the things she wishes she can be, and he is blissfully ignorant of such facts. His fawning and doting over Staelufre as his own sister only makes her feel guilty of this, and oddly endeared to the man she names brother.<br />
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| name = Staelufre Lysmerl<br />
| image = Staewikiprofile.png<br />
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| gender = Female<br />
| citizenship = N/A<br />
| race = Miqo'te<br />
| clan = Seeker of the Sun<br />
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| stat_1_value = Mid-twenties<br />
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| stat_2_value = Heterosexual<br />
| stat_3 = Occupation<br />
| stat_3_value = Hunter<br />
| stat_4 = Height/Weight<br />
| stat_4_value = 5 fulms, 0 ilms / 110 ponze<br />
| stat_5 = Diety <br />
| stat_5_value = Halone, the Fury<br />
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'''Staelufre Lysmerl''' (pronounced /stah-LOU-frey LEES-mar-ill/) was born on 10th Sun of the 5th Umbral Era (October 10th). She is a miqo'te who was born to one of the vagrant Jackal tribes in La Noscea, wandering through much of Eorzea with them during her childhood. She has kept the affinity to remaining in the wilderness over any form of civilization to this day, and has a very odd way of speaking.<br />
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: <font style="color:#F02311;" size="3">♥</font> <font style="color:#000000;" size="3">♥</font> [[L'aenoh Tia]]: "Ganzjaega Riklifaeld" : A man she met in the Mist. Their beginnings were rather rough, though both held an attraction for the other since the moment they met. After some struggle with a rather cruel Keeper named Hnaba, they came together and bonded in a way neither expected. Ever since, the two have been inseparable. Staelufre has come to love him in true. She has no plans to deviate from his side, and goes to great lengths to ensure his safety.<br />
: <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font> [[Vilsewaen Steinhoh]]: Her father, her mentor, her brother. He is the person Staelufre respects the most in her life, and strives to be like. It is a constant disappointment to her that she cannot follow in his footsteps, or become precisely alike him. Almost everything she does is to give him pride and prove herself worthy in his eyes.<br />
: <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font> [[Siehrova Brynstymm]]: Her sister. Staelufre is wildly protective of her intelligent and kind kin. Their shared history has forged their bond into something that is unbreakable. She values Siehrova for her intelligence and quick wit, and admires her for being able to do so many things that she cannot even conceive possible. While her sister works on various projects in Mor Dhona, almost always consisting of magitek, Staelufre makes sure to provide her sister with every comfort and need she could ask for.<br />
: <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font> [[Renaud Becquerel]]: "Wakkeyha Syngronn" : Her brother, her rival. He is the apprentice of her father and his natural affinity to truth and ownership of the Echo has made Wakkeyha the favorite of Vilsewaen. In this, Staelufre is constantly jealous of him and irritated of his natural prowess with mysticism. She sees in him all the things she wishes she can be, and he is blissfully ignorant of such facts. His fawning and doting over Staelufre as his own sister only makes her feel guilty of this, and oddly endeared to the man she names brother.<br />
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: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Ja'ren A'lenthin]]: "Arengybet Haerzhylt" : Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. Cras cursus leo quis eros rutrum accumsan. Quisque metus leo, adipiscing nec augue eu, viverra ullamcorper dolor. Integer venenatis lectus non turpis vulputate, eget elementum eros malesuada.<br />
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: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[R'sass Thras]]: Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. Cras cursus leo quis eros rutrum accumsan. Quisque metus leo, adipiscing nec augue eu, viverra ullamcorper dolor. Integer venenatis lectus non turpis vulputate, eget elementum eros malesuada.<br />
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: <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> [[Memeli Meli]]: "Toffvann" : Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. Cras cursus leo quis eros rutrum accumsan. Quisque metus leo, adipiscing nec augue eu, viverra ullamcorper dolor. Integer venenatis lectus non turpis vulputate, eget elementum eros malesuada.<br />
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: <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> [[R'lexia Thras]]: "Lightleita" : Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. Cras cursus leo quis eros rutrum accumsan. Quisque metus leo, adipiscing nec augue eu, viverra ullamcorper dolor. Integer venenatis lectus non turpis vulputate, eget elementum eros malesuada.<br />
: <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> [[Chaska Dakwhil]]: "Tenkoeya" : Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. Cras cursus leo quis eros rutrum accumsan. Quisque metus leo, adipiscing nec augue eu, viverra ullamcorper dolor. Integer venenatis lectus non turpis vulputate, eget elementum eros malesuada.<br />
: <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> [[Franz Renatus]]: "Iyrnfystsyn" : Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. Cras cursus leo quis eros rutrum accumsan. Quisque metus leo, adipiscing nec augue eu, viverra ullamcorper dolor. Integer venenatis lectus non turpis vulputate, eget elementum eros malesuada.<br />
: <font style="color:#C24640;" size="3">●</font> [[Tausenadel Geispyrsyn]]: "Wybhaerz" : Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. Cras cursus leo quis eros rutrum accumsan. Quisque metus leo, adipiscing nec augue eu, viverra ullamcorper dolor. Integer venenatis lectus non turpis vulputate, eget elementum eros malesuada.<br />
: <font style="color:#C24640;" size="3">●</font> [[Sigurd Rainecourt]]: "Bremlohr" : Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. Cras cursus leo quis eros rutrum accumsan. Quisque metus leo, adipiscing nec augue eu, viverra ullamcorper dolor. Integer venenatis lectus non turpis vulputate, eget elementum eros malesuada.<br />
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| gender = Female<br />
| citizenship = N/A<br />
| race = Miqo'te<br />
| clan = Seeker of the Sun<br />
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'''Staelufre Lysmerl''' (pronounced /stah-lou-frey lees-mar-ill/) (10th Sun of the 5th Umbral Era (October 10th)). This page is under construction!<br />
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: <center><font style="color:#000000;" size="3">♥</font> Sexual Desire <font style="color:#F02311;" size="3">♥</font> Romantic Interest <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font> Platonic Love</center> <br />
: <center><font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> Good Standing <font style="color:#BEC3BC;" size="3">●</font> Neutral <font style="color:#C24640;" size="3">●</font> Poor Standing</center><br />
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