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Lsael Elswer

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'''Lsael Elswer''' ''(/Leh-Sail Else-wher/)''

{{Infobox-character
| name = Lsael Elswer
| image = Lsael02.png
| title = Lonely Explorer
| server = Balmung
| gender = Female
| citizenship = Ul'dah
| race = Au Ra
| clan = Xaela
| stat_1 = Age
| stat_1_value = [24-26?]
| stat_2 = Nameday
| stat_2_value = 22th Sun of the 3rd Umbral Moon, (1553)
| stat_3 = Occupation
| stat_3_value = Pilot, Explorer, Freelancer
| stat_4 = Height/Weight
| stat_4_value = 5 Fm 7 Im / 121 Pz
| stat_5 = Orientation
| stat_5_value = Straight/Bisexual?
| stat_6 = Home
| stat_6_value = Limsa Lominsa
The Mists - Topmast Apartment (Ward 7, Room 57)
}}

How does one spend their "happy ending?"

While trudging through the darker moments of her life, Lsael often looked to the sky. Envying the birds and airship pilots; the sense of 'freedom', that at the time, felt like nothing more than a distant dream. So when Lsael found herself with a substantial amoung of gil, she took that opportunity to a buy a brand new Manacutter.
Free to fly it wherever she desires. A self-taught tinkerer, wandering explorer, and skilled pilot. Lsael discreetly put aside her sword, shield, and other pointy business tools to seek a life in the skies.

===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #606060;font-size:14px;color:#000000;">Appearance & Personality</div>===

- Lsael is a young adult Xaela, appearing in her mid-twenties. She is slim, with seemingly fair-skin maintained under a well balanced, and athletic figure. Lsael stands at 5 fulms 7 ilms, which is noticeably taller than other female Au Ra. Her scales are have no special traits in comparison to those of her other kin, only slightly more coarse and hardened from years of rough-use.
She has some notible scars on her body. A large, deep scarring on her lower-left side of her waist indicating a very near mortal wound. A fading, spear-like scar on her upper right-shoulder and right thigh, indicating a rather near-fatal wound from behind and front respectively. Several smaller cuts and scars litter her upper left arm and shoulder. Her palms have a feint tint to them, indicating an old burn scar having held something on fire.
She has short black hair with feint red highlights. Occasionally her hair will grow out, but poor maintenance only sees it grow so long, most often covering the left side of her face with her bangs. A habit formed when she was still a training gladiator. Lsael has heterochromatic eyes. Her left eye is red and right eye a bright yellow, both enclosed with black limbal rings.

- Growing up. Many days of her life were spent in long periods devoid of any social interaction. Combined with her docile persona, this has made Lsael a very silent and soft-spoken character. While she could go for months on end between any sort of conversation, those who manage catch wind of her would find it difficult to describe her as asocial, brooding or gloomy. Most would describe a sociable Lsael as a quiet pragmatic, walking a fine line between apathy and genuine, but quiet concern. Lsael seems to show little care about the world and politics unless it directly relates to herself or her lifestyle. Though she seems at first a very reserved character, she is quite adept in socializing and holding a conversation given a meaningful topic. Her few acquaintances will note that Lsael remains oddly well mannered, though stubborn, as long as they reciprocate an equal amount of respect for her in turn.

- On the topic of respect, she absolutely despises those who think they are above others. Blind racists, pretentious high-born, politicians and stuck up rich merchants alike. Having grown up with her own set of struggles, Lsael could easily relate to those less fortunate. Even often giving away what little she could afford to mewling children and beggars if she can. Garleans are also included in her "disliked individuals" list but for the most part, only takes that issue up to the radical fanatics. If given the proper respect along with no sign of taking up conflict with her, Lsael could care less about an individual's background or origin.

- Though when faced with an unyielding aggressor in an argument, throughout the years she has found preemptive aggressiveness to work as a proper deterrent. If an Elezen continues to harass her after being asked to leave for example. Lsael is not the type hesitate to swing her helmet or put a bullet in their thigh. Whatever action it would take to desist the individual. (While on this note, she's on a low alert criminal list in Gridania for this very reason, which is why she never frequents the city proper).
Though it was noted earlier that she is sociable to a fault, the xaela is rather untrusting and wary of everyone she encounters. While she does occasionally enjoy a romp during her breaks in the cities, she often comes across as difficult and easily irritated, especially those who approach her for sex in mind before anything else. Often opting to giving up only her last name. Should Lsael casually hold a conversation with someone, or even disclose details of herself at all, is seen as a small form of trust.

- What little friends Lsael has come to trust however, would describe her as much radically different than she leads others to believe. They strike her as more talkative, given that they are around to start a conversation. Describing the Xaela as a blunt and straight-forward individual, with an underlying dark and cynic preference in humor. Often coming across crass or politically incorrect, She is noted not to shy from the truth of the conversation, often stating her opinion regardless of other's reaction or consequence.

- Outside of other's influences however, Lsael is still pretty much a lonesome individual. Years of strife and lonely hard work has tempered her will. Something which is readily apparent when the xaela is about to fight. She becomes eerily silent, often expressed with a motionless calm and intense focus in her eyes. Lsael has lost her fair share of fights and brawls growing up, knowing fully well the consequences that await a woman who's lost. This silence is a testament to that, and her focus the reinforced resolve in which she carries herself through those faults. Lsael's only confidence in a fight lies on sheer force of will. Her tenacity in a fight going sour is unbridled and defiant, and the lessons she had been taught over the years drilled into her instinct. She is very much an amazing close-quarters fighter, her martial prowess the sum of her hard-work and blind resolution to better herself.

- Despite her martial prowess, Lsael is very much considered average or below median when accounted for her magical and arcane skills. While her endurance, tenacity, strength and quick reactions are well accounted for. Her mental fortitude is also not up to par. Those who have readily teamed up with her in the past have noticed she was much more susceptible to certain mental debuffs when caught in them (such as Charms, Confusions, Fears). Though given a familiarity to attach herself to, she seems quite capable when Lsael is able to apply herself. For example, her Red Mage skills are above par in comparison to any other magic/arcane-based class she has picked up.

: <font style="color:#000000;" size="3">■</font> Alignment - [http://easydamus.com/chaoticgood.html Chaotic Good]

===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #606060;font-size:14px;color:#000000;">Basic Info, Quirks and Tidbits</div>===
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: - Lsael is a quick reader, ontop of being a very quick learner. Often picking up instructions on the spot. Yet she remains a horrible writer, with her own notes incomprehensible to none other than herself. To counter this, she'll often opt to doodling instead, though her drawing skill remains questionable the woman has her moments. In terms of the fine arts however, though unproven, she is actually quite adept in singing.

: - Instead of keeping a diary, she tends to collect books as keepsakes for special events or jobs. When she was teenager, she would often take high-quality tomes and books as payment instead of gil. This may be due to her experience as a child hiding away in libraries, the one place she could avoid her previous captors. Rest and respite was abundant enough in the public libraries which dotted the Limsan upper decks. And so, being around books made her feel safe. Which is probably why there is an overabundance of them in her apartment. And by overabundance, the girl could practically start her own library. From children's picture books, scholastic grimoires to long lost allagan transcripts. Her travels have left her far and wide throughout Eorzea, and each book in her possession is a testament to her lifelong experiences. Note: She's practically read (or skimmed through) them all.

: - After assisting some adventurers with a Necrologos levemete in hopes of attaining the infamous book for herself. Lsael found herself a treasure coffer with an Atrophied Atomos within. Consuming her satchel of crystals at the time, the creature has stayed by the xaela's side ever since. Gobbling up whatever she would offer it whether it be scrap metal, food, or just general trash. In exchange as a floating trashcan, Lsael found some much needed company for her long travels. She gives it many nicknames like "Cheeky Lil' Bastard" but "Tomo" is what she's taken to calling it. Lsael also tends to keep it under a strict leash, as the atomos tends to bite when spoiled with food or float off on it's own.

: - Having been raised around pirates and Roegadyns, she's grown to have a very high tolerance of alcohol. Thus, Lsael is often caught with several hard drinks when visiting taverns or bars. Most notable, she's often found spiking her own drinks, as Lsael would often note that 'normal alcohol just doesn't give the right kick anymore.'

: - Due to the circumstances of her arrival to Eorzea, Lsael doesn't actually know where her birth place, origin, or home country is. Though she had recently taken a hint when a large score of Doman refugees began moving into Mor Dhona. Many of which approached the clueless Xaela in their native tongue, asking for directions. It seemed like only those who hail from Othard can recognize enough of her far eastern descent. Meanwhile Lsael had taken the strangers' assumptions as pointless, finding their customs and traditions to be near alien to her.

: - At the time, she's inducted as a First Lieutenant in the Immortal Flames. Yet lives in the Topmast Apartments in Limsa Lominsa and is formally a Lominsan citizen. What little official records are around show that she has worked as in private security, as mercenary/sellsword, caravan escort guard, part-time freight smuggler, and for a week or so as a scullery maid. Along with this, she is an experienced as a courtesan, pickpocket, self-taught cartographer, and treasure/bounty hunter.

: - Lsael's soulstones are the following. Listed from currently most used to least: Machinist, Paladin, Ninja (preferring more so: Rogue), Warrior, Red Mage, Monk, Dragoon, and Dark Knight. Lsael is also a blacksmith and armorer specialist, though those two classes are primarily used to repair and maintain her airship.

'''-As a Pilot-'''

: - Her own airship is actually a larger and heavily modified manacutter. Sitting roughly 70% larger that normal, this is due to two reasons. The first being it's modified design allowing it to cruise as substantially higher altitudes and with four engines in total (two corrupted crystal powered, two ceruleum powered). This requires an abundantly larger space to fit specialized parts and equipment within the hull of the ship. An automatic updator for the ship's aetheric current attuner allows it to fly higher than most Eorzean airships. With the ceruleum engines capable of overpowering the propellor based engines, kicking her top cruising altitude as high as 80 thousand fulms.
: - The second is the modified magitek vanguard that was mounted just around the cockpit of the ship. Both recognizes the need for a larger hull to house and reinforce it's structural capacity. This has lead the ship with a varying mix when it comes to appearance. Modified garlean equipment over what looks like a custom sky-pirate inspired hull. With the finish and trim similar to it's original Garlond Ironworks base, with some few additions courtesy of the Ironworks.
: - The outer shell, frame, wings, and bulwark of the ship has been melded with varying ice, lightning, and wind resistant materia. And with the vanguard core linked to most of the primary functions and parts of the ship, Lsael is able to link it's controls to her aetherotransformer. If she manages to fall mid-flight, this would allow her ship to dive under autopilot and track her fall. Rescuing her from any need from parachutes. This modification also allows her to put the manacutter in a hands-free auto-pilot. Allowing her a brief time to sit back and relax, or do some mid-flight repairs.
: - Amazing as it sounds, due to it's open cockpit build the average cruising height is still dependent on Lsael's physical ability and flying experience. Her years growing up as a Disciple of War has increased her endurance and pain resistance substantially, helping the xaela cope against the open hazards of the high-altitude flying. And with the staggering amount of modifications and changes to the ship, the maintenance and repair cycles remain arduous and lengthy. It isn't rare for Lsael to be grounded for a week or so at times. And being privately owned and built, she must see to the repairs all by herself. Despite all this, Lsael has always felt like she had been preparing for this role all her life. And her adoration with her career is fitting given just how much enjoys flying.

===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #606060;font-size:14px;color:#000000;">Biography</div>===

====<div style="padding:0px 20px; font-size:14px;color:#000000;">Arrival to Eorzea</div>====
<spoiler>The farthest back Lsael's memory could take her was in that cramped and dark container aboard a Garlean transport ship.
Lsael along with the four-score dozen other children, taken from several different corners of the occupied empire were being shipped off to a destination unknown to them. Their overseers supposedly recruiting them due to their aetheric prowess, off to be tested and bred to grow up and fight for the empire. Making the mistake by labeling them as "special cargo". While the contents remained a mystery, This information caught the attention of one notorious privateer crew. Expecting some expensive and worthwhile plunder, they moved to intercept and the hidden children were soon caught in the ensuing battle. Lsael's container caught a molten grapeshot round in the first volley. Shredding a large hole into their container. Many of the children were perforated into a red mist almost immediately as torn bits of molten metal and shrapnel shredded the unprotected cargo within. Luckily, having been forced against the opposite side of the container, the wall of bodies blocked most of the carnage for Lsael. The young Xaela soon found herself crawling out of the bleeding hole gasping for air and choking on warm fog of blood from the other children. And her first act upon freedom? A frenzied assault on the nearest garlean soldier. Caught off guard from the boarding pirates, the man struggled to get the little girl off. The pirates were bewildered, watching this little xaela, a race many of the crew have never encountered before, swiping the guard's darksteel knife and began scratching and stabbing her way around the grown man.
Finishing off the soldier who managed finally managed to throw Lsael off, the pirates picked up the young girl along with three other surviving children only to find the remnants of the "special container". While the dead children were quite the lost cause, there was other loot to be plundered in the ship as the crew helped themselves to whatever they could find. The aging captain of the crew however, was shocked at the mangled innocent corpses inside the containers, and took it upon himself to care for the four survivors. One of which caught his eye especially. The foreign little black-scaled girl who was slipping in and out of consciousness, carrying her to his cabin as she was more wounded than the others and needed the rest.
"-Let's sail elsewhere-. I've had enough of this place." Were the first words Lsael's ears heard after the ringing in her head had ceased. Repeating after her newfound protector, she could only whisper a slur of the first few words. This was how her future step-father assumed her first name, "Lsael"</spoiler>

====<div style="padding:0px 20px; font-size:14px;color:#000000;">Early Childhood</div>====
<spoiler>Having given his own son such an undesirable and violent upbringing. The old captain of pirates and Lsael's rescuer, had decided to adopt the young Xaela as a second chance in a life which he had originally taken for granted. Leaving the care of his crew to his second-in-command and aforementioned son, he took his share of the plunder and left to retire. He bought a small cottage by the cliff-side in Red Rooster Stead. The young Xaela following after the aging Seawolf with much anxiety. It didn't take long for Lsael to warm up to the old man. His infectious charisma and wisdome rubbed off on her young mind fairly quickly. He taught her how to properly read and write. Clothed and fed her. At nights when the young girl couldn't sleep, he would often share his tales of daring-do and sailor's myths. Stories he was told as a child himself, the kinds that the young xaela was enamored with. Lominsan pirate admirals of the past, famous rogues and mythical scoundrels. And with each story Lsael was smitten by the prospect of adventure and open seas. Though it was far from his intentions, Lsael pestered him to teaching her how to fight like in the stories. She learned the basics of how to hold or a dagger, As the old man only had Roegadyn sized weapons with him at the time. He more than happily demonstrated for Lsael, despite his age showing off the skills and combat experience tempered from from years of pirating. While some of the old pirate's habits did not completely die out from retirement, such as drinking, swearing, and fighting. The young Xaela emulated and idolized her father, much to the amusement of her visiting stepbrother. She loved to copy the two men, swear as they do, and even sipping on their ale at the joking request of her step-brother.
For a time, Lsael's life was in complete bliss...
... That is an old bad blood re-emerged. A bitter and violent rival from a separate pirate group from long ago, seeking revenge on the aging Sea Wolf for past dues. Having thought the matter was settled years ago, the old man was oblivious to the impending attack. Barging into his home, beating and subjecting him into agonizing pain. Lsael could only cry in fear and plead, as these men maimed and humiliated her father. When he tried to fight back, they retaliated by taking advantage of the young Xaela, and threatened to rape and kill Lsael if the Roegadyn struggled...

By the time the Yellowjackets had arrived by a tip from the locals, they found blood smeared across the wooden floor and dragged out to the back of the home. The old man's body was recovered at the bottom of the cliff-side, tossed from above. His daughter was never officially recorded as a Limsan civilian, as the old Sea Wolf didn't see it as a relevant issue at the time. Though the locals that knew the father and daughter tried to state the missing girl's description. As far as the authorities were concerned, the 10 year old girl never even existed in the first place.</spoiler>

====<div style="padding:0px 20px; font-size:14px;color:#000000;">Childhood-Pre-teenage Years</div>====
<spoiler>Lsael couldn't be asked to recall much of her life after that ordeal.
Mourning the death of her father and reeling from her assault. Her captives were more than willing to drug her to keep the foreign girl 'compliant' which served to push the girl into a deeper shock. They naturally cared little in how they would handle the small xaela. And since Au Ra were a rarity in Limsa at the time, they quickly put the young girl to work. Her captors owned several unlicensed pleasure barges under the shadows of the lower decks, and put her to work as a premium. Abused, mistreated, and held against her will. She would try many times to fight back and escape, only for the despair to be beaten back into her head, literally.

...One attempt proved successful however! As the girl ran tearfully hid away into Hawker's Alley in blind desperation. But the busy halls of Limsa's lower decks was no place for a lone young girl like her self. Her darkened horns and reptilian tail did not help either as she stood out from the crowd, heightening her chance of recapture. But due to the neatly arranged clothing that were provided to her from the other older courtesans, Lsael managed to find her way to the upper decks. Seeking solace within one of the several arcanist libraries that dotted the city's more distinguished district. The doormen mistaking her for a scholar's or merchants daughter, she bided her time behind books as often as she could. Feigning ignorance or making up excuses for an absent parent to the custodians as she slept between the high rows of bookshelves in the library. Reading to pass the time and only leaving to find food in the busy markets below. Lurking away from sight, pickpocketing and stealing what little food she could in order to feed herself. Come nightfall, she would sneak between the library once more. Arranging the books as if she was but a sleeping child, awaiting her scholar parent's return.

...Though one day, during her daily food runs and pick-pocketing the stalls. She was caught pick-pocketing by a bus boy who happened to be a fledgling member of the rogue's guild. Reporting the incident to his master, news spread of a lone auri girl spread throughout the ear's of limsa's underground. Though it wasn't the boy's intention as he was simply trying to do right by the stall owner, Lsael soon found herself in the hands of her captors once more. Her coming punishment much more severe.

The news of a new foreign lay wasn't that fairly big of a deal. Her escape alone slowly made it's way through the local's ears. An exotic scaled young girl, hailing from a race exclusive to the far east. Throughout the multiple iterations, there were enough that often stood consistent. And despite the snail's pace of it's spread, after three long years it finally made it's way to the ears of the right man.
Not even half a day upon hearing this rumour... Another fight brakes out in the lower decks of the city, with yet another pirate group out for revenge. This time however, it had exploded into an all out brawl within the red light district. When the room to her door was broken down, and the would-be client ontop of her thrown aside, did Lsael looked hazily up to her would-be rescuers. The guilt and confusion hit the young xaela, yet no tears fell from her eyes as her step-brother finds her after so long. Now leading her father's previous crew, he had bolstered enough numbers to take revenge for the murder of his father.
With victory at hand, they were now faced with a smaller problem. Drugged and beyond relief, beaten into submissions. They were left with a young girl who refused any attempts in communication. With little choices open to them, and under the split opinion of the crew. They continued to care for Lsael despite her distancing herself from them. For the most part, many took care of her out of respect for their dearly departed captain.</spoiler>

====<div style="padding:0px 20px; font-size:14px;color:#000000;">Early to Late Teens</div>====
<spoiler>If there was something that the father and son shared, it was their charisma. And while breaking the shell which Lsael's mind hand enclosed itself was no easy task. It took almost a year before the chains of abuse and mistreatment were finally broken from her mold. Under her stepbrother's guidance along with the welcoming members of his new-found crew, they welcomed her into their motley family and slowly restored the fire within the Lsael's small beating heard.
Lsael felt safe among their company. Her brother's infectious bravado helping spark her fiery spirit as Lsael quickly learned her role within the ship. Adopting her newfound life sailing the seas and acting as a sort of child-like mascot of the crew. A mold able little-sister figure to all, they taught her how to fight, how to drink, and how to live off the bounty of the sea. Her newfound family trained her with axes and lances. Shortswords, bucklers, bows and pistols. The girl was quick on becoming a trained rogue and marksman. Hoping that what little assistance she could provide would benefit her new home in some way. Come victory or loss, it had been so long since she felt that same sense of family she had been missing since her father's death. Cherishing the crew and her newfound life, she helped spread this cheerful optimism with her new family, hoping her life sailing high seas would never end.
Though met with the rare failures, The crew's eventual successes would even earn them the attention of the Admiral. Before long they were formally inducted under the Maelstrom's command. What cause for celebration that was. With their newfound recognition and allowed to keep the loot gathered from over the years. The ability to freely engage garlean supply lines with no consequence, and a steady pay for their efforts was a rarity in their line of work. To earn gold while doing piss all but train drills and fight. It was a career change the crew gladly took.
Even their first assignment seemed such a simple task as well.
Assigned into guard duty in an island just off of Aleport. Whilst news of war were beginning to spread across the realm, their crew wasn't even stationed at the frontlines. When a call to action had sent most of the Maelstrom diverting to the Cartenau Flats. Their crew was stationed under the acting command of Captain Symond. Tasked to safeguard one of the area's most important structures whilst it reached the final stages of it's construction. The newly built lighthouse which sat at the Isles of Umbra, Pharos Sirius...

...Lsael would never forget the sound of screaming that night. The pungent smell of burning flesh.

When the shards of dalamund descended on the realm, and the brilliant the barrage of terraflares scorching the land. One of such flares struck the side of the building. The insides of the structure engulfed a furious blaze and tainted corrupted aether, molten rock and metal. If it wasn't for her being with a handful of the crew patrolling the shoreline, they surely would have perished along with the others, who stood guard and slept within Pharos Sirius' walls.
The shockwave the of terraflare flung the Xaela and the other Maelstrom soldiers some fulms back. The agonizing screams of those burning alive echoed like a kettle from within the lighthouse. Her fellow crew mates had to pin the Xaela down to prevent her from running into the inferno, prying the red-hot stones which blocked the entrance with her bare hands. Crying desperately for her brother's response and the lives of her crew and family whom burned within.
With the heat radiating so intensely, her head ringing from the blast, and the burns and bruises weakening her resolve. Lsael could only scream and squirm as the surviving maelstrom carried the young woman away. The pain of her loss numbed the newfound burning feeling that embedded itself in her eye. Having been blind in her right eye for most of her life, for some reason the close contact with the crystalizing corrupted aether restored her sight. Changing the hue of her iris from red to a bright yellow.

...Lsael lost consciousness not long after that, and awakened to the soft beckon of what seemed to be... a woman in her dreams... Her whispers beckoned Lsael to feel, hear, and think. But before she could even question the vague concept she woke up, still lying in the sand with the smoldering blaze of the lighthouse. The rest of the surviving Maelstrom, the remainder of the crew, had all but abandoned each other to fate, scattering like the ashes that bellowed from the lighthouse.

A lot of her memories became fuzzy after that..
With no form of support from the Maelstrom, who ever busy repairing the damage from the calamity. Lsael was alone once more, this time with no clear goal or destination. With the surviving crew scattering to find new lives for themselves, it didn't take long for the disheartened xaela to lose hope. She sold herself for what she could. Exchanging comfort for what little gil and food wasn't melted or burnt after the dreadwyrm's wake. Offering her sword arm, her body, or even both at the right price. This shameless and reckless way forced her to blindly walk a path unknown even to herself. Probably even under a drunken stupor after trying to drink her cares away, as Lsael eventually makes her way to Ul'dah. As a hopeless and abandoned lone teenager. As long as there was food to eat and what little gil left in her purse. Be it a dark street corner or under the shade of tree in the wilderness. Any form of respite would do.</spoiler>

====<div style="padding:0px 20px; font-size:14px;color:#000000;">Post-Calamity / Young Adult</div>====
<spoiler>While the details of this incident remained unclear to her, evIen to this day. Lsael recalls one of her latest clients, who happened to be paying her to double as a guard and escort, had a lengthy and heated disagreement with the Xaela. Leaving his service along with some stolen gil, this merchant in question looked to hire a gang to take back his property and make an example of her. A bloody fight broke out, threatening to outnumber and take advantage of the wounded woman. It was moments that followed which attracted attention of a group from the gladiator's guilds. Settling the business with the would-be thugs, they were impressed with how the xaela conducted herself under such odds, and invited the girl to join their guild, much to Lsael's hesitation.

She didn't think much of her admission at first.
The sword and shield was a simple enough weapon to utilize, she thought. But Lsael soon found out a woman's consequences of underestimating a group of foes. Literally getting away by the tip of her horns, it didn't take long for her to harden her resolve in changing her reckless way of thinking. She knew then something would need to change if she were to survive. Though every menial job that came her way proved to be mentally taxing. This blind ambition to better her sword arm was the only thing that drove the young woman out of her shoddy bed each morning.
Sellsword work was hard sweaty work in Ul'dah. Most often boring beyond relief and as hot as the seven hells, it payed for her food and lodging well enough. But despite the introduction of a sense of balance in her life, Lsael had always lacked a definitive goal. She often had little to look forward to.
While her feats in battle and dungeon crawling began to gain momentum in correlation to her skill, the guild leader Mylla decided to take an interest into the matter. One day leading Lsael to an acquaintance of her's among within the illustrious sultansworn.

The knights in shining armor.
She recognized the status of the men in the old stories she was told as a child. But growing up in a cruel reality, the Xaela knew better than to simply continue to follow Mylla's instructions with little to no thought. It wasn't until after she had endured her trial with Jenylns did she shine in her eyes slowly came back.
The trials and lessons, the victory and betrayals over those they thought could be trusted. While it unfolded before her like some queer story told to her as a child, the talks of oath keeping and brotherhoods often flew over the xaela's head. But slowly Lsael began to take these men's words by heart. And after some forgettable battle against the monetarist forces, she gazed down on her soulstone with a odd epiphany...

Until now, she had let others decide her worth... It had never occurred to take no consideration of other's opinions, and take matters into her own hands no matter what. Lead the life she wanted lead without regret for any others or for herself.
And so for the first time in 5 years, the xaela who always walked with her head lowered to the ground, finally lifts her gaze to face forward. Everything from her father's death leading up to that faithful coerthan night seemed like a passing dream, as if Lsael had awoken from a long and hazy nap.
At least now, for the first time in a years, Lsael could clearly see the opportunities which have been available to her all this time. And she spared not a single moment to grasp at any and every passing opportunity that she possibly could.</spoiler>

====<div style="padding:0px 20px; font-size:14px;color:#000000;">7th Astral Era - Five Years Hence / Current</div>====

<spoiler>With that fiery spirit restored in her hearts, she would go and master a multitude of combative crafts over the years. A quick learner, and even quicker on her feet. She found herself chasing leve after leve. The jobs serving as a source of income and practice for what ever combative art she prided herself at the time. She even found a part time job aiding as a escort-guard for the Scions. It was around this time Lsael had become more attuned to her 'Echo' ability, though still completely unbeknownst to her. But seeing as the primal gods had nothing to do with life at the time, and the echo's unwieldy aspect of activating involunatarily, she often found herself as a freelancer of sorts. Picking up odd jobs and what ever specialist jobs she qualified for. Though it paid rather well at times, she quit those jobs rather frequently. Even though her constant lust for adventure had her travelling from one side of the realm to the other, Lsael still remained very much alone. Spending vast amounts of time out in the world with nothing but the clouds and the stars above her, the clothes she could carry and the weapon on her side.

After the repetitive nature of her sellsword and mercenary work started to get to her. She felt a lull in heart, chasing what seemed to be and endless cylce of ventures she could not escape. Staring at the sky, Lsael was quick to envy the birds which soared high above her. It was around this time she had rekindled her childhood fascination with airships. Able to travel to faraway lands, off to wherever one might please. Airship journeys were always exciting for Lsael, having only been on two rides up until this point in her life. With the desire to seek adventure through her own means, the Xaela decided to work on this opportunity early. Reading as many books as possible concerning how to fly, maintain, and even build her own airship. Saving up the gil she had earned in her odd jobs. For the longest time, this had been Lsael's one and only true goal in her life and she was absolutely determined to see it through to the end. With the opening of Ishgard to outsides and the help of the Skysteel Manufactory. She took the chance and bought her own customized Manacutter. At that point, there was nothing holding her back from the beckoning skies.

'''Present'''

Now an experienced pilot by her own right. Lsael had more or less set aside her sword in exchanged for the machinist's trade as it better coincided with her new piloting career. Picking up some trade specializations and skills, she quickly got to work in improving the schematics and design of her own ship. Making it bigger, faster, and fly higher than it was originally intended. When money became tight, she used these newfound traits of her ship to her advantage, offering freight services and sometimes even smuggling goods over garlean barricades in exchange for a fair amount of gil. Though maintaining and repairing her ship remained a long and arduous task, there was nothing more satisfying than flying several hundred fulms above the clouds, and so Lsael continued her newfound trade.

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: As a child she grew up with her father's stories of graceful fighters doing flips and turns mid-combat. Though now, as a grown woman and competent fighter herself, she quickly realized this just wasn't feasible in full plate armor while engaged in rough terrain.
: Rather, throughout her work in Ul'dah as well as her experience as a privateer at one point. Lsael has developed a minimalist style of fighting. She has combined this style of fighting while watching the mages in the thaumaturge's guild practice their "stutter stepping". Lsael's fighting style is a mix of brute force and evasion.
: Her technique revolving around just 'grazing' her opponent's swings and standing her ground, or even pushing back with hits that are unavoidable. With her training as a gladiator and a steady shield, parrying and blocking followed by immediate counterattacks were a common practice. With as minimal movement as possible, constantly pressing forward in response. Lsael would deliver her counter-attacks with quick and savage efficiency.
: Her high spatial awareness, combined with short skips and long dashes allows her to maintain the proper striking distance with her foe whilst allow her the ease of guessing her opponent's next move. This style proved widely successful throughout her days in the gladiator's guild and as a free paladin, and has proven it's worth to this day.
: While this technique placed her in some vary dangerous positions. Her scrupulous thinking and quick reactions made sure the risk was often worth the reward, and helped set her apart early on from the rest of the fighters.

: Even now, she still continues this fighting style out of habit. Even while currently favoring her machinist, when she has the advantage of ranged attacks. Lsael would much rather prefer close-quarters, allowing her to utilize the most potential from the tools under her disposal.

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: ''' The Echo...?''' - <spoiler>Attaining this ability during the Calamity, she received it during her close brush with death in Pharos Sirius. While it restored her eyesight on her right eye and changed it's color to a yellow similar to corrupted crystals. This ability would remain dormant much throughout her young adult life, activating involuntarily during times of great stress or when her body fears it is close to death. What her 'echo' allows her to do augment the way her 'limit break' operates. Rather than one sure-striking hard blow depending on her class, it a drawn out ability encompassing all that she has learned.
: Her echo allows her to switch soul crystals in mid-combat, allowing whatever form or stance she was previously to temporarily carry over to her next job crystal for a short duration. While this ability seems incredibly useful on paper, Lsael could probably only count experiencing this phenomenon on one hand.
: Upon attaining her Dark Knight soul crystal however, she discovers another caveat to this ability. That while she is free to change to any class she has learned, changing into her dark knight job will put up her darkside automatically, and somehow cancel the ability to change jobs mid-combat.
: Oddly enough using this 'echo' ability of hers turns her limbal rings from jet black to a pure white. Hence Lsael dubbing this trance-like state "Seeing White"</spoiler>

: '''Limitations''' - Like the previous mention of Lsael's darkside. She also has a few other limitations in regards to her other jobs. With the exception of her dark-knight job crystal, many of these are due to her own impulsiveness and cutting corners while rushing to learn the proper techniques.

: --Her Paladin skills, having grown naturally from her, is not affected in anyway. Other than her tempered will ability being stronger than most...

: --Her Dark Knight is unable to access 'Darkside' unless she is in her echo form. Lsael is seldom and rarely seen on this job if at all.

: --As a Warrior she is unable to switch between 'Defiance' or 'Deliverance' stances due to her impulsiveness. Whichever stance is based solely on her mood at the time, or may change when under a significant amount of stress.

: --Her Dragoon job crystal cannot access any skills requiring 'Blood of the Dragon' to due not having mastered yet. Yet she's still capable utilizing jumps and attacking with polearms.

: --Lsael's impatience with her Monk class has also left her unable to fully master her 'Chakra' techniques. So executing her relevant abilities and maintaining her chakra is often more trouble to her than it's worth.

: --Though her melee ability as a Red Mage is a certainty, having just picked it up quite recently as a hybrid skill, she it still working on it's fine details. So execution wise, she is just an average caster.

: --Though her technique for her Samurai arts and Iajitsu are quite solid, bad habits form especially just having picked it up as her newest Disciple of War class. Many of these bad habits stem from years as a paladin.

: --The last being mostly due to preference, as Lsael often does not bother utilizing her Ninjitsu's as a Ninja with the exception of Huton. Outside of the occasional Fuma Shuriken, she had picked up this job mainly to open her skills as a Rogue.

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: '''Revolver''' - the Revolver of the Wanderer. Courtesy of her volunteer work in the Wolves' Den, from the past having guided curious adventurers around the vicinity. This reinforced, 6 chambered, high caliber revolver remains to be her most reliable firearm. With solid stopping power and a heavy design, though hard to raise and aim, the weight eliminates the kickback of her shots, offering virtually no recoil. It's longer shape and metal underside allows her to use it to parry most conventional close ranged attacks without damaging the barrel. And due to her habits as a free paladin and her favoring close quarters combat, bullets or not, it also makes for a good clubbing.

: '''Sword and Shield''' - Though it has sat in a compartment in her airship gathering dust, she tends to bare these classic arms from time to time. Several years of drilled instructions and fighting has already proven her prowess with a sword and shield. If her revolver or any other firearm isn't to the task, Lsael would often kick up this old habit, as her skill with the sword and board remains her most consistent technique it terms of performance and execution.

: '''Carbine''' - Though a Lost Allagan Pistol by any name, this recently acquired weapon is a new favorite amongst Lsael's arsenal. Equipped with an under-barreled attachment acting powered with a overly-aspected fire crystal to power her flame thrower. Rail attachment system at the top of the barrel with a mounted hybrid holographic scope. As well as a muzzle break to boot. Though the design of said 'pistol' is nothing like the conventional small firearms the realm has created so far, the machinist within Lsael couldn't as for a better alternative.

: '''Daggers''' - Her misericordes are like a memory from a distant dream. The initial idea of taking up the rogue's arms was upon learning of the thievish rogues which dotted her father's old bedtime stories. Though probably the second least used approach to a conflict. She remains rather adept with knives, utilizing them on more subtle engagements. Lsael also happens to keep them on her most of the time, due to folding mechanism and ease of concealment.

: '''Pulgist''' - Actually quite adept without a weapon, nothing else displays her combined experiences as a Disciple of War than her CQC. Though mostly used as a last resort with no weapons available in her vicinity. This skill of hers has mostly seen it's share during drunken brawls...
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: - Lsael's full name a combination of two slurred instances.
: Her first name was when she was found by her stepfather, repeating after him when he said the words "Let's sail" whilst dipping in and out of consciousness. Her last name was given to her by her stepfather. Knowing that giving her his own last name would never identify the Xaela as his own flesh and blood. Instead He gave her the name "Elilswerd", meaning (Exiled/Foreign-Sword) A testament on how he first encountered the feisty young lass jumping onto a garlean soldier and stabbing him with his own knife. Due to her tomboyish personality as a child, he figured a male's naming convention fit her perfectly. Though senility and constant drinking over the years took a toll on the old Sea Wolf's speech pattern. And to the young impressionable child, the words "Elilswerd" soon became "Elswer"

: - You might notice that Lsael isn't very often in her Dark Knight job. OOC, this is mainly due to my 'slightly love/absolutely hate' relationship with the job. But IC, as she is normally Lsael is actually stronger than her darkside. During her (level 50) job quest, instead of a carbon copy, the darkside had decided to take up her younger and more brash self. Almost dying to the darkside's initial onslaught, Lsael's neglectful upbringing, hatred and frustrations were enough to snap herself out of her trance and fight back. Only to fight back in a hateful fury at what was basically a copy of her younger self. She accidentally 'kills' her darkside, and will not be able to enter the stance any longer (outside of her echo). This event and sudden existential crisis is the driving force which prompts her to finally take up flying as a serious profession. Now any time she is under her echo trance/ability and requires to enter darkside, the younger version of herself appears. Each wound self-inflicted remaining permanently onto it's figure, which is probably why the xaela avoids the job altogether.

: - Lsael is almost certain that she's of an othard descent, as hinted by the surge of refugees. Yet she does not identify herself as one, and find the foreigner's habits and traditions to be weird and alien-like. Lsael also had not known of any other Au Ra such as herself until the recent migrations. So when often asked which tribe she hails from, she'll repeat her father's name to the confusion of her questioner.

===<div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #606060;font-size:14px;color:#000000;">OOC / Author's Notes</div>===
: Third official+full pass of edits, and rearrangements. Had to make sure it stayed relavent since the release of stormblood. if i were to explain where she was being shipped off to as a child, I'd probably guess Ala Mhigo?

: Her name origin still needs a looking over.

: Her profile could easily be modified to fit the "Warrior of Light" head cannon. As her hearing Hydaelin's voice was implied as early as the Calamity during the fall of Pharos Sirius. When the eye sight on her right eye was restored.

: While in-game heights make it hard to distinguish her implied IC height. But i'm not so deperate to change to male models just to try and prove it. (I always found that a bit odd when people do that...)

: Despite her cringe-worthy edgelord-esque background, Lsael grew up to be a rather docile and respectable individual given the circumstances...

: A lot of her IC fighting style involves grazing and parries... though in reality, every time I see parry on my tank gear, I want to kill myself. THAT USED TO BE THE CASE, but now it's tenacity. Though I have my qualms with the stat, it suits her a lot better IC wise.

: I'm fairly fond of my PotD title, "Lonely Explorer". It matches her lifestyle in-character, matches my actual playing style in-game, and it matches her initials "L.E." to boot. I don't think I'll ever wear another title at this point...

: People keep asking me if the last name is a reference to Elder Scrolls. To be fair, I didn't know Elswyr was an actual province until, like a year into playing Skyrim. Originally, the OC 'Lsael' was meant to be an "illiterate orphan" type character. The last name is just the incorrect of spelling of "Else where"

: I REALLY SHOULD UPDATE THESE SCREENSHOTS OF HER :d

: '''Quick Origins Write-up:''' (note this is a mock-up origin, so things like dates and other specifics are left open ended for a reason. this is mostly for my sake, and actually doesn't reflect her IC-wise.)
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Born to a Xaela mother and Raen father.
Her mother, having born to the Tumet clan, failed their coming-of-age test as she was rescued from near starvation by a travelling merchant family. Knowing that her family would never accept the likes of her kind once more. She would be taken in by the merchant's family and raised amongst their own kind. Eventually serving as a ninja to a lord that ruled a village just at the outskirts of the Doman area.
A Raen man, having been trained as a samurai, was quick to befriend this foreign beauty, and the two were enamoured with each other.
During the early occupation of the Doman regions, their village and kin were among the first to spark the fledgling ideas of rebellion. This was quickly and savagely put down, and made as an example to the other villages. With the man presumed dead, and the woman mother taken captive, raped, and used to "breed" a new generation of fighters for the garlean empire. Upon giving birth a child, the mother stabbed the baby's right eye in an attempt to kill it. Fearing it may be the child of the one of the many men that tormented her. As the baby cried, she opens her remaining eye. Revealing a crimson red, similar to that of the woman's dead lover. It was then Lsael's mother was full of regret, crying in desperation as she true child was taken away.

Some years after, a fellow clan put together a covert a rescue effort to retrieve those under garlean captivity. Despite the Garleans knowing of the attempted rescue plan beforehand, a handful of warriors managed to break out what prisoners they could find at the cost of several lives. Lsael's mother among the the prisoners that were retrieved, and so imagine her surprise to reunite with her Lsael's father having presumed to be dead for years now. Though not in one piece, and missing an arm, he was very much alive and well. Such a joyous reunion was enough cause for celebration for the couple, but the now childless-mother could never bring herself to tell her husband about their missing firstborn child. The one she had forsaken upon birth and whom she tried to kill.

The woman swore to hold this secret to her grave, as several years later the couple decided to start a family. Blessed with another daughter. Years after this baby girl grew into a fine young lady. But the mother had grown deathly-ill. A festering sickness she had contracted all those years as a captive. And so with her dying breath, and requesting her husband be absent from the room. She tells her young daughter about her ordeals, and reveals to her the possibility of an older sister. She asks her daughter to find her missing sibling, and rescue her from the garlean's grasps if she could. Riddled with grief and regret while lying on her deathbed, the mother wished to make whatever amends she could.
Fearing that child may be fighting a war she was not meant to. The dying woman entrusts her younger daughter with her ashes and what little proof her their family heritage. Hoping that the little sister's mission would cure her sibling from the garleans grasp and return her home to the family.

'''(tldr: Lsael's blood parents survived and she has a little sister. She is half xaela, and half raen. her little sister is looking for her to bring her back home.)'''

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===<div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #606060;font-size:14px;color:#000000;">Footnotes</div>===

: Layout is a slightly modified version taken from [[Bancroft Gairn]]
: '''Theme Song(s) & Inspirations''': [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3uMFp87jRIc Grandma - Destruction] // [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CKOM3lNFajE Song of the Ancients - Atonement]
: '''Accent/Dialect''': Semi-Casual and occasionally Formal. A mix of Ul'dahn and Ishgardian when approached? Most of her tone and tendencies is taken from her books and little interactions with others. When present among other Lominsan natives however, she will revert her 'normal accent' which shows her familiarity growing up in Limsa Lominsa.
: '''Having trouble approaching her?''': While Lsael isn't the type to walk up to random strangers to strike conversation. She will openly respond when treated fairly with respect. If she's in the Quicksands or in a tavern, most likely she's drinking or about to be drunk. Her pet atomos is known to cause trouble when she isn't looking, either gobbling up something that isn't her's or biting the people who spoil it with food.
: '''Current Arc?''': After a drunken night out, She manages to pick up a stray cat by the name of [https://wiki.ffxiv-roleplayers.com/pages/User:Qhota Qhota]. And in her drunken stupor she drags the poor miqo'te along with her antics for a memorable night out. The next morning the miqo'te decides to stick around, and even joining the pilot xaela in dumpster diving whilst they look for spare parts for her ship. A bullet to the stomach and a captured magitek reaper later, they come out with a large payroll with the auri woman offering a co-pilot job with [https://wiki.ffxiv-roleplayers.com/pages/User:Qhota Qhota] for the days to come.

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Lsael:

'''Lsael Elswer''' ''(/Leh-Sail Else-wher/)''

{{Infobox-character
| name = Lsael Elswer
| image = Lsael02.png
| title = Lonely Explorer
| server = Balmung
| gender = Female
| citizenship = Ul'dah
| race = Au Ra
| clan = Xaela
| stat_1 = Age
| stat_1_value = [25-26]
| stat_2 = Nameday
| stat_2_value = 22th Sun of the 3rd Umbral Moon, (1553)
| stat_3 = Occupation
| stat_3_value = Pilot, Mechanic, Smuggler, Explorer
| stat_4 = Height/Weight
| stat_4_value = 5 Fm 8 Im / 121 Pz
| stat_5 = Orientation
| stat_5_value = Straight/Bisexual?
| stat_6 = Home
| stat_6_value = Limsa Lominsa
The Mists - Topmast Apartment (Ward 7, Room 57)
}}

How does one spend their "happy ending?"

While trudging through the darker moments of her life, Lsael often looked to the sky. Envying the birds and airship pilots; the sense of 'freedom', that at the time, felt like nothing more than a distant dream. So when Lsael found herself with a substantial amoung of gil, she took that opportunity to a buy a brand new Manacutter.
Free to fly it wherever she desires. A self-taught mechanic, wandering explorer, and skilled pilot. Lsael discreetly put aside her sword, shield, and other pointy business tools to seek a life in the skies.

===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #606060;font-size:14px;color:#000000;">Basic Info</div>===
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: - A quick reader, but horrible writer. Most often opting to doodle instead. Her drawing skills however are... questionable.

: - Instead of keeping a diary, she tends to collect books as keepsakes for special events or jobs. Opting out on high quality tomes as payment for her services instead of gil in the past. Whilst wandering the streets away from her captors as a child, she often found respite in the arcanist libraries which dotted the city. Being around books made her feel safe, which is probably why there is an overabundance of them in her apartment. And when we mean overabundance, the girl could practically start her own library. From children's picture books to long lost allagan transcripts. Her travels have left her far and wide throughout Eorzea, and each book in her possession is a testament to that. Note; she's read (or skimmed through) them all.

: - After assisting some adventurers with a Necrologos leve in hopes of attaining the infamous book for herself. Lsael found herself a treasure coffer with an Atrophied Atomos within. Consuming her satchel of crystals at the time, the creature stuck with the Xaela ever since. Gobbling up whatever she would offer it whether it be scrap metal, food, or just general trash. In exchange as a floating trashcan, the Xaela finally got some much needed company for her long travels. She gives it many names like "Cheeky Lil' Bastard" but "Tomo" is what she's taken to calling it. Lsael also tends to keep it under a strict leash, as the atomos tends to bite when spoiled with food.

: - Having been raised around pirates and Roegadyns, she's grown to have a very high tolerance of alcohol. Thus, Lsael is often caught with several hard drinks when visiting taverns or bars.

: - Due to the circumstances of her arrival to Eorzea, Lsael doesn't actually know where her birth place or home country is. This was hinted to her though when a large score of Doman refugees began moving into Mor Dhona. Many of which approached the clueless Xaela in their native tongue, asking for directions. It seems like only those who hail from Othard can recognize enough of her appearance to assume she was a fellow countryman. While Lsael had taken the strangers' assumptions to heart, it still remains a mystery to her as to where EXACTLY she was from.

: - Her manacutter is actually quite large for it's type. Roughly 60% larger. This is due to two reasons. The first being it's modified design allowing it to cruise as substantially higher altitudes and with slightly increased speed. Both recognizes the need for larger equipment and therefore a reinforced hull. The frame of the ship must also be increased, as one of the modifications included the melding of ice, lightning, and wind resistant materia. The second reason of the manacutter's larger size is the partial implementation of an auto-functioning and heavily modified magitek vanguard. Stolen from the battlefields and re-modified to be mounted around the bulwark below the cockpit. Linking this to her aetherotransformer; if she manages to fall out of her seat mid-flight, this would allow her manacutter to divert from it's cruising path to dive alongside her to rescue, eliminating the need for any type of parachute. This also allows her to put the manacutter in a hands-free auto-pilot, allowing her the time to sit back and relax, or do some mid-flight repairs. 'Being able to fly higher than Garlean airships could shoot straight up' is her secret to success as a pilot (and as a lowkey smuggler). Though it's specifications lead to a very arduous and lengthy repair and maintenance process.

: - It's not rare for her to change clothes mid-flight. Due to the nature of the manacutter's modifications, she has a seperate set of high-altitude flying gear. Similar to the frame and hull of her ship, this set is solely for the use of high altitude cruising. With multiple advanced melds that include ice, lightning, and wind resistance to protect her from the environments high above the clouds. So high that even the most resilient wyrms and modified Garlean airships remain out of reach. This high-altitude cruising limit is what allowed the Auri pilot to prosper in a time where airships remain a rare commodity. Her years growing up mainly as a Disciple of War increased her endurance against the open hazards of the high skies. As well as the G-forces that is inflicted upon her body during high-speed flight turns. Inadvertently, it seemed like she had prepared for this role all her life, which is fitting given just how much she adores this new job of hers.

: - At the time, she's formally inducted as a First Lieutenant in the Immortal Flames. Yet lives in the Topmast Apartments in Limsa Lominsa and is formally a Lominsan citizen.

: - Lsael has formally worked as a private security guard, mercenary/sellsword, courtesan, caravan escort guard, smuggler, and for a week or so- a scullery maid. Along with this, she is also an experienced pickpocket, barkeep, cartographer, and treasure/bounty hunter.

: - Lsael's soulstones are the following. Listed from currently most used to least: Machinist, Paladin, Warrior, Ninja (preferring more so: Rogue), Monk, Dragoon, and Dark Knight. Lsael is also a blacksmith and armorer specialist.

===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #606060;font-size:14px;color:#000000;">Appearance & Personality</div>===

- Lsael is a young adult Xaela. She is slim, and a well balanced figure. Lsael stands at 5 fulms 8 ilms, which is noticeably taller than other female Au Ra.
She has short black hair with red highlights. Occasionally her hair will grow out, but poor maintenance only sees it grow so long, most often covering the left side of her face with her bangs. A habit formed when she was still a training gladiator. Lsael has red and yellow eyes enclosed in black limbal rings.
She was actually blind in her right eye up until she was 19 until the Calamity happened and mysteriously restored her vision. Wears goggles and often wears double layers whilst flying to keep the wind chill from freezing her over.

- Growing up, long periods of her life were often devoid of social interaction. This has made Lsael very much the silent type. Thanks to her isolationist tendencies, she could go for months on end between conversations. But even then, those who catch wind of her find it difficult to describe her as brooding or gloomy. And describe her more among the lines of apathetic.
Lsael seems to show little care about the world and politics unless it directly relates to herself or her safety. Despite this she remains oddly well mannered to strangers given that they show her equal respect.

- On the topic of respect, she absolutely HATES those who think they are above others. Racists, High-born, politicians and stuck up rich merchants alike. Having grown up with her own set of struggles, Lsael could easily relate to those less fortunate. Even often giving away what little she could afford to mewling children and beggars alike. Garleans are also on her "disliked persons list" but for the most part, only takes that up to the fanatics. If given the proper respect or shows no sign of taking conflict with her, Lsael could care less if they were a spy and such.

- When faced with an unyielding aggressor in an argument, throughout the years she has found hyper-aggressiveness to work much more efficiently as a deterrent. If an Elezen continues to harass her after being asked to leave twice, she WILL NOT hesitate to put a bullet in their thigh.
On a similar note, she's on a low alert criminal list in Gridania for this very reason, which is why she never frequents the city proper.

- What little friends she has, would describe her as a blunt and straight-forward individual. Though at some moments crass or politically incorrect. She does not shy from the truth of the conversation, often stating her opinion regardless of people's reaction or consequence.

- Years of strife have tempered her will, which is readily apparent when she fights. Lsael is an amazing fighter, and very much so physically capable. Yet despite this she is considered average or below when accounted for her magical prowess.

- While her endurance, tenacity, strength and quick reactions are well accounted for. Her mental fortitude is often not up to par. People who readily interact with her notice Lsael's tendencies to skip around personal questions. Often surrounding herself with a veil of lies, or avoiding certain conversation subjects entirely.
Past party members who have traveled with the woman may have noticed she was much more susceptible to certain mental debuffs when caught in them (such as Charms, Confusions, Fears).

: <font style="color:#000000;" size="3">■</font> Alignment - [http://easydamus.com/chaoticgood.html Chaotic Good]

===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #606060;font-size:14px;color:#000000;">Biography</div>===

====<div style="padding:0px 20px; font-size:14px;color:#000000;">Arrival to Eorzea</div>====
<spoiler>The farthest back Lsael's memory could take her was in that container aboard a Garlean military ship.
She, along with the four-score dozen other children, taken from several corners from the empire were being shipped off to a destination unknown to them. Their overseers supposedly 'bred' them and began training their young minds to slip into Eorzea's city states as sleeper spies or local agens.
Making the mistake by labeling them as "special cargo", while the contents remained a -- caught the attention of one specific privateer crew. Caught in the ensuing battle, Lsael's container caught several stray shots in the first volley. Shredding and tearing holes into their exposed container, the children inside were quickly torn asunder. The torn bits of metal, fire, and shrapnel shredded the unprotected. Luckily forced against the opposite side of the container, the wall of bodies blocked most of the carnage for Lsael. The young Xaela soon found herself crawling out of the steaming torn holes of the box, gasping for air and choking on the torn remains of the other children.
Her first act upon freedom? A frenzied assault on the nearest garlean soldier. Caught off guard from the boarding pirates, the man struggled to get the little girl off. The pirates were bewildered, watching this little girl, from a race they've never encountered before, swiping the guard's sheathed knife and began scratching and stabbing her way out.
Finishing off the soldier who managed to throw Lsael off, the pirates picked up the young girl along with three other surviving children only to find the remnants of the "special container".
While the dead children were quite a lost cause, there was other loot to be plundered in the ship as the crew helped themselves to whatever they could find. Their captain however, shocked at the mangled innocent corpses inside the containers, took it upon himself to care for welfare of the four survivors. Especially to the one-eyed child who was slipping in and out of consciousness, carrying her to his cabin as she was the most badly wounded and needed the rest.
"Let's sail elsewhere. I've had enough of this place." Were the first words Lsael's ears heard after the ringing in her head had ceased. Repeating after him, she could only whisper a slur of the first few words. This was how her future father assumed her first name as "Lsael"</spoiler>

====<div style="padding:0px 20px; font-size:14px;color:#000000;">Early Childhood</div>====
<spoiler>Having given his own son such an undesirable and violent upbringing. The captain of pirates and Lsael's rescuer, had decided to adopt the young Xaela as a sort of second chance in life which had originally taken for granted. Leaving the care of his crew to his second-in-command and son, he took his share of the plunder and left to retire. He bought a small cottage by the cliff-side near Red Rooster Stead, the young Xaela following the aging Roegadyn with much anxiety.
It wasn't soon after that she began to warm up to the old man.
He taught her how to read, write. He fed and clothed her. At nights when the young girl couldn't sleep, he would often share his tales of daring-do and myths. Stories he had grown up with as a child. Lominsan pirate admirals of the past, famous rogues and mythical scoundrels. And with each story the Xaela was smitten by the prospect of adventure and open seas. Though it was far from his intentions, Lsael pestered him to teaching her how to fight like in the stories. She learned the basics of how to hold a sword, or a dagger in her case. As the old man only had Roegadyn sized weapons with him at the time. The old man more than happily obliged, and despite his age he showed off the skills and combat prowess that he had earned from years of privateering.
While some of the old pirate's habits did not completely die out from retirement, such as drinking, swearing, and fighting. The young Xaela emulated and idolized her father, much to the amusement of her visiting stepbrother. She loved to copy the two men, swear as they do, and even taking a small sips of their ale and liquor, at the joking request of her step-brother.
For a time, Lsael's life was in complete bliss. That is until a bitter and violent rival from a separate pirate group, sought revenge on the aging Sea Wolf for past dues. Having thought the matter was settled years ago, the old man was oblivious to the impending attack. Barging into his home, beating and subjecting him into agonizing pain. Lsael could only cry in fear and plead, as these men maimed and humiliated her father. When he tried to fight back, they retaliated by taking advantage of the young Xaela, and threatened to kill Lsael if the Roegadyn struggled.
By the time the Yellowjackets had arrived to help, they found blood smeared across the wooden floor and dragged out to the back of the home. The old man's body was recovered at the bottom of the cliffside. Young Elswer however, not even 10 summers old, was nowhere to be found.</spoiler>

====<div style="padding:0px 20px; font-size:14px;color:#000000;">Childhood-Teenage Years</div>====
<spoiler>Lsael couldn't be asked to recall much of her life after that. Mourning the death of her father and reeling from her assault, she went into a deep shock. Caring little of what would happen to her from then on.
Since Au Ra were a rarity at the time, they quickly put the young girl to work. Her captors own several pleasure barges under the shadows of the lower decks, and put her to work as a premium.
Abused, mistreated, raped, and held against her will. The girl tried many a times to fight back, learning that struggling would only end with more beatings and cuts.
She did manage to escape from her captors for but a brief while however! But the busy streets of Hawker's Alley was no place for a young girl like her self. Being an Au Ra did not help either as she stood out from the crowd, heightening her chance of recapture. But due to the neatly arraigned raiments that were provided to her. Lsael managed to find solace in among many of the arcanium libraries that dotted the city. The doormen mistaking her for a schoolgirl or some rich-merchants daughter, despite being just another homeless youth. She lived like this for a month, lurking away from sight and stealing what little food she could in order to feed herself. Then come nightfall, finding solace between the library's towering shelves. With only the books around her to keep her company.
Though one day, during her daily food runs and pick-pocketing the stalls. She was caught by a bus boy, who also happened to be a fledgling member of the rogue's guild. News spread of her captor throughout the ear's of limsa's underground. Though it wasn't the boy's intention, simply trying to do right by the stall owner, Lsael soon found herself in the hands of her captors once more.

While the news wasn't that fairly big of a deal. Though slow, it made it's way into local's ears. Rumors of a new girl that worked the pleasure houses, hailing from a race which wasn't very common around Limsa. Throughout the multiple descriptions, there were a few that often stood consistent. The color of the 'scales' and her blindness in her right eye. Though the rumour was passed at a snail's pace, after three long years it finally made it's way to the ears of the right man.
Not even half a day upon hearing it another fight brakes out in the lowest deck of the city, with yet another pirate group out for revenge. This time however, it had exploded into an all out brawl within the red light district. When the room to her door was broken down, and the man ontop of her shaken away, did Lsael look up to her second set of rescuers. First came the guilt and confusion, then the tears of joy as her stepbrother plucked her up from the bed and led the girl away.
Now leading her father's previous crew, he had bolstered his men's numbers to a staggering amount and came to take revenge for the murder of his father. With little else to go, and the insistence of a handful of the crew. They took in the young lady as one of their own crew, even taking the steps to help her recover from her ordeal.</spoiler>

====<div style="padding:0px 20px; font-size:14px;color:#000000;">Late Teens into Early Adulthood</div>====
<spoiler>If there was something that the father and son shared, it was their charisma. Breaking into the Xaela's mind, brought about through the chains of abuse and mistreatment. Though it took half a year, it was under her stepbrother's guidance along with the welcoming members of his new-found crew which slowly restored the beating heart within the Auri girl.
She felt so safe among their company, her fiery spirit returned as she adopted quickly to life sailing the seas. Quickly becoming something of a mascot and little-sister figure to the rest of the crew, they taught her how to fight. With axe and lance, shortsword and buckler. Lsael quickly became a trained rogue and marksman. Hoping that what little assistance she could provide would benefit her newfound home in some way.
Come victory or loss, it had been so long since she felt that same sense of camaraderie and family she had been missing since her father's death. Cherishing the crew and her newfound life. She lived in bliss once more, wishing her life of high seas would never end.
Her crew's successes would even earn them the attention of the Admiral, and their ship was formally commissioned under Maelstrom command. What cause for celebration, with their newfound recognition and loot gathered from over the years. While raiding garlean supply lines had it's share of excitement, steady pay was a rarity in their line of work. To earn gold while doing piss all, and still go off raiding the garlean patrols as the pleased? A chance they gladly took!
Even their first assignment seemed such a simple task as well.
Guard duty in an island just off of Wineport. Whilst news of war spread along the land, their crew wasn't at all considerate of the rumours. When most of the Maelstrom were diverted to a 'large scale front'. Meanwhile their crew, under the acting command of Captain Symond, were tasked to safeguard one of the area's important structures. The newly built lighthouse which sat at the Isles of Umbra, Pharos Sirius.

...To have the Calamity take away so much from her.

When the shards of dalamund descended along with the barrage of terraflares, the insides of the building were practically engulfed in flames, aether, and molten rock. If it wasn't for her along with some members of the crew taking a night-time break by the shoreline, they surely would have perished along with the others, who stood guard along the inner halls.
The shockwave the of terraflares flung the Xaela and the other Maelstrom soldiers some fulms back. The agonizing screams of those burning alive echoed from within the burning halls. Her fellow crew mates had to pin the Xaela down to prevent her from running into the inferno.
With the heat radiating so intensely, her head still ringing from the blast along with her own burns and bruises. She could only watch, cry and scream. Ignoring the searing pain that embedded itself within her blind eye. For some reason, the close contact near the newly formed corrupted aether restored sight into her right eye, changing the hue of her iris from red to a bright yellow.
Lsael lost consciousness not long after that, and awakened to the soft beckon of what seemed to be... a woman in her dreams... Her whispers beckoned Lsael to feel, hear, and think. But before she could even question the vague concept she woke up, still lying in the sand with the smoldering blaze of the lighthouse.
The rest of the surviving Maelstrom, the remainder of the crew, had all but abandoned each other to fate, scattering of their own volition, like the ashes that littered the sky that morning after.

With no clear goal and yet again nowhere else to go. Lsael sold herself to highest bidder with no discretion. For coin one could have her sword arm, or her body, even both at the right price. Her shameless way of living eventually brought her to Ul'dah, following the coin where she could given the food filled her stomach and there was a roof over her head. </spoiler>

====<div style="padding:0px 20px; font-size:14px;color:#000000;">Recovering from the Calamity</div>====
<spoiler>One of her latest clients, who happened to pay her for both sword and her body mind you, had a lengthy disagreement with the Xaela. Leaving his service along with her unearned money, this attracted the ire of the monetarists and their hired gangs. A fight broke out and threatened to outnumber the girl 12 to 1. It was during that following fight that attracted the attention of a wandering gladiator by the name of Aldis. And by way of several coincidences and accidents, lead to her admission into the gladiator's guild.

She didn't think much of her admission at first.
The sword and shield was a simple enough weapon to utilize. Finding job requests as a hired caravan guard was boring beyond measure, but payed well enough. But she always seemed to lack a goal, Lsael often had little to look forward to. While her feats in battle and dungeon crawling began to gain momentum, the guild leader Mylla decided to take an interest into the matter, and led Lsael to her acquaintance among within the sultansworn.

Knights in shining armor, she recognized the status of the men in the old stories she was told as a child. Though at the time the Xaela was still often downhearted, following the whims of the man that instructed her with little to no deep thought. It wasn't until she met Solkzagyl and Jenylns did she shine in her eyes slowly came back. The trials and lessons, the victory and betrayals over those they thought could be trusted. It all seemed like the words coming from a cheesy romantic fantasy, but slowly Lsael began to take these men's words by heart. And upon her final battle against the monetarist forces, she gazed down on her soulstone with a new sense of direction.
Until now, she had let others decide her worth.
From then on, she would hold her head up and walk her own path. Like a rough ingot, the years of pain and struggles only served to temper and mold her into something more. Now her sword and conviction was sharper than ever.
Sure it might be a fairy tale compared to what she had seen so far in life, but Lsael would never forget that faithful day in Coerthas Central Highlands. The day she finally recognized herself as free to do what she chooses.</spoiler>

====<div style="padding:0px 20px; font-size:14px;color:#000000;">7th Astral Era - Five Years Hence / Current</div>====
<spoiler>With that fiery spirit restored in her hearts, she would go and master a multitude of combative crafts over the years. A quick learner, and even quicker on her feet. She found herself chasing leve after leves. The jobs serving as a source of income and practice for what ever combative art she prided herself at the time. She even found a part time job aiding as a escort-guard for the Scions. It was around this time Lsael had become more attuned to her 'Echo' ability. But seeing as the primal gods had nothing to do with her, and the echo's unwieldy aspect of activating involunatarily, she often found herself a patrolwoman or a door guard at best. Though it paid well, she quit those jobs rather quickly. And despite her constant lust for adventure she still remained very much alone. Spending vast amounts of time out in the world with no companion but the sun and the stars, and the clothes on her back.

After the repetitive nature of her sellsword and mercenary work started to get to her. She felt a lull in heart, chasing what seemed to be and endless cylce of ventures she could not escape. It was around this time she had rekindled her childhood fascination with airships. Envying those free to travel to faraway lands, off to wherever they may please. Airship journeys were always exciting for Lsael, having only been on two rides up until this point in her life. With the desire to seek adventure through her own means, and the recent opening of Ishgard. The Xaela seized the chance and bought her own Manacutter, and took on the skies as if she was coming back home.</spoiler>

===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #606060;font-size:14px;color:#000000;">Combat and Ability</div>===
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: As a child she grew up with her father's stories of graceful fighters doing flips and turns mid-combat. Though now, as a grown woman and capable fighter herself, she quickly realized this just wasn't feasible in plate armor engaged in rough uneven terrain. Rather, throughout her work in Ul'dah as well as her experience as a privateer at one point. Lsael sort of develops a 'lazy technique' style of fighting. Figuring this while watching the mages practice a form of "stutter stepping". Lsael's fighting style revolves around "Grazing" her opponent's hits through parrying or avoiding blows at a hair's distance with minimum movement required. Using a constant forward moment to respond to her assailant in kind. Delivering counter-attacks in quick, ruthless, and accurate succession. Her high spatial awareness, combined with short skips and long dashes. This style proved widely successful throughout her days in the gladiator's guild, and has proven it's worth to this day. While this technique placed her in some vary dangerous positions. Her scrupulous thinking and quick reactions made sure the risk was often worth the reward, and helped set her apart early on from the rest of the fighters.

: Even now, she still continues this by force of habit. As a machinist, even when given the advantage of ranged attacks she much rather prefers close quarters combat. Even more riskier, if not for assistance of the wide variety of tools under a machinist's disposal all given times.

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: Echo - Attaining this ability during the Calamity, she received it during her close brush with death in Pharos Sirius. While it restored her eyesight on her right eye and changed it's color to a yellow similar to corrupted crystals. This ability would remain dormant much throughout her young adult life, atleast until activating involuntarily during times of great stress or when her body fears it is close to death. What her echo allows her to do is to switch soul crystals in mid-combat, allowing whatever form or stance to temporarily carried over to her new job crystal for a short duration. While this seems incredibly useful, she could only recount having experienced this phenomenon, probably only on one hand. Upon attaining her DRK soul crystal however, another thing she had noticed is while she could choose to change to any class, changing into a dark knight job will cancel the changes completely. The only upside is that the effects of "Bloodbath" and "Living Dead" seem to be heightened drastically...

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: 14mm Revolver - Courtesy of her volunteer work in the Wolves' Den teaching and guiding curious adventurers around the vicinity. This heavy barrelled, 6 chambered, high caliber revolver remains to be her favorite firearm. Boasting a solid and heavy design. Though hard to raise and aim, the weight eliminates the kickback of her shots, offering virtually no recoil. It's longer shape and reinforced underside allows her to use it to parry and block almost ant kind of melee attack without damaging the barrel. And due to her habits as a previous paladin, close quarters combat is often her favourite approach. Gun or no gun. It also makes for a good swinging club from time to time...

: Sword and Shield - Though it has sat in the the back of her seat on her Manacutter, she tends to carry it with her from time to time. Several years of drilled instructions and fighting has already proved her worth as a free paladin. When her revolver isn't not up to the task, her sword arm is her guaranteed best bet, and by god she is surprisingly good at it. It also remains that her one of her few pieces of formal wear is also the armor she uses as a paladin.

: Axe - Gathering dust at the backseat of her ship is her Axe, though not as often lately. It has seen a bit more frequent use since the opening of Ishgard. As the older forelands and islands above the clouds have opened up a variety of larger game and monsters.

: Daggers - Her misericordes are like a memory from a distant dream. Her initial idea of taking up the rogue's arms was when she aimed to be one of the thievish heroes in which her father's old bedtime stories spoke of. Though probably the second least used approach to a conflict. She remains rather adept with knives, taking them out during more "stealthier" engagements. Lsael also happens to keep them on her persons most often than not mainly due to their ease of concealment.

: Spear - A capable lancer and trained in basic dragoon arts. Nowadays however, one could often see as her lance being used as a clothes rack while flying. The only real time she would use her dragoon prowess is during extra-vehicular engagements while flying, which is often a rare circumstance to follow

: CQC - "Why bother spending gil on some crested hora when I can beat them with my spare fists... or shoot them." Granted she's learned a lot in her time training amongst monks and pulgists, this skill mostly during drunken brawls...
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: - Lsael's full name a combination of two slurred instances.
: Her first name was when she was found by her stepfather, repeating after him when he said the words "Let's sail" whilst dipping in and out of consciousness. Her last name was given to her by her stepfather. Knowing that giving her his own last name would never identify the Xaela as his own flesh and blood. Instead He gave her the name "Elilswerd", meaning (Exiled/Foreign-Sword) A testament on how he first encountered the feisty young lass jumping onto a garlean soldier and stabbing him with his own knife. Due to her tomboyish personality as a child, he figured a male's naming convention fit her perfectly. Though senility and constant drinking over the years took a toll on the old Sea Wolf's speech pattern. And to the young impressionable child, the words "Elilswerd" soon became "Elswer"

: - When her Echo ability is activated, Lsael will often avoid switching to her Dark Knight soul crystal. This is due to the fact that her Darkside form, is actually slightly weaker than how she usually is normally. The only real difference is that her "emotional limit" taken entirely out of the equation, and is merged with her current self. Years of struggle, abuse, and neglect eerily transforms the normally tame Xaela into a silent shade of her formal self.
: No words spoken, not a laugh or a whimper. Just a sheer silent bloodlust and wordless rage against any poor soul that happens to come into view. Friend or foe, innocent or not, she will attempt to kill anything and anyone that comes within distance. Lsael would probably mention that she has experienced this feeling only twice in her lifetime since the Calamity. And each time, it frightens her to the core

: - Like the previous mention of Lsael's darkside. She also has a few other limitations in regards to her other jobs. Due to the nature of her Dark Knight skills, she is unable to access 'Darkside' unless she is in her echo form. She has difficulty accessing 'Defiance' or 'Deliverance' due to her impulsive tendencies. So depending on her mood, her Warrior stances will often remain static unless placed under a significant amount of stress. She doesn't entirely have the 'Blood of the Dragon' mastered yet, so utilizes her Dragoon skills mostly as utility rather than actual combat. Her impatience has also left her unable to master 'Chakra' So Monk abilities requiring it (Forbidden Chakra/Purification) are out of the question.

: - Lsael is almost certain that she's of an othard descent, as hinted by the surge of refugees. Yet she does not identify herself as one, and find the foreigner's habits and traditions to be weird. She also had not known of any other Au Ra such as herself until the recent migrations. So when often asked if she follows tribal traditions, Lsael often states that she finds more things in common to the Lominsan natives than to that of her own race.

===<div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #606060;font-size:14px;color:#000000;">OOC / Info / Author's Notes</div>===
: rough overview of grammatical errors... scratch that. I haven't even looked into her "history" tabs yet (plz don't make me)

: Pretty sure her name origin needs work. I only gave the Roegadyn naming conventions a passing glance >__>

: Profile could easily be modified to fit the "Warrior of Light" role. Just include that she was Hydaelin's chosen much earlier than in-game, roughly around the same time as the Calamity and her eye sight was restored.

: While in-game heights are all the same, she's actually 5"8. Standing almost as tall as a max height male miqo'te. It must have been all that booze <__<

: Despite her cringe-worthy edgy background, Lsael grew up to be a rather docile and respectable individual given her circumstances...

: A lot of her IC fighting style involves grazing and parries... though in reality, every time I see parry on my tank gear, I want to kill myself...

: I'm fairly fond of that PotD title, "Lonely Explorer". It matches her lifestyle in-character, matches my actual playing style in-game, and it matches her initials "L.E." I don't think I'll ever wear another title at this point...

: Quick Origins Write-up:
<spoiler>Born to a Xaela mother and Midlander father. During the early occupation of Doma, their village sparked the fledgling ideas of rebellion. This was quickly and savagely put down, and made as an example to the other villages. Her father died, and her mother taken captive and used to "breed" a new generation of spies. brainwashed in to Garlean service as sleeper spies. When given birth to Lsael, her mother stabbed the baby's right eye in an attempt to kill it, fearing it the child of the many men that tormented her. The baby Au Ra cried, opening it's remaining eye to a crimson red, like her father. It was then did the mother regret it. Taken away, that was the last time Lsael ever saw her mom. Meanwhile the initial failure help set the flames for a much larger conflict, which inevitable cause the mass migration of Doman citizens into Eorzea.

'''(Part 2 - Work In Progress* Requires an Alt Character OR Lsael's death to become relevant)'''
During the game's canon doman rebellion. One of the shinobi village's efforts were to rescue those under garlean captivity. Despite the Garleans knowing of the attempted rescue plan, a handful of warriors managed to break out what prisoners they could find at a terrible cost. With less fighters in the front-line, it severely hampered their ability to fight back, which contributed to their eventual loss of the country. Forced to flee their homeland. Many of these domans were left to wander the world... except for Lsael's mother that is. Having spent so long assuming her lover's death, imagine her surprise to reunite with him, though missing an arm. Very much so alive and well. Such a joyous occasion it was, that much was true. But she could never bring herself to tell him about their daughter. The one she had mistaken for someone else, and whom she tried to dispose of.
While the woman swore to hold this secret to her grave, the young couple had decided to start their family once more. Giving birth to yet another child. But not soon after this babe turned young lady had grown, the mother fell ill. A festering sickness she had contracted all those years captive. And so with her dying breath, and requesting her husband be absent from the room. She tells her young daughter about her ordeals, and reveals to her the possibility of an older sister. She asks her daughter to find her missing sibling, and rescue her from the garleans. Riddled with grief and regret while in her deathbed, the mother wished to make whatever amends she could. Assuming that her child may be fighting a war she had been forced to fight from birth; Entrusting the daughter with her ashes and what little proof her their family heritage. She hoped that her daughter's mission would cure her sibling from the garleans grasp and return her home to the family.</spoiler>

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===<div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #606060;font-size:14px;color:#000000;">Footnotes</div>===

: Layout is a slightly modified version taken from [[Bancroft Gairn]]
: '''Song Inspirations''': [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3uMFp87jRIc Grandma - Destruction] // [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WoDg3_rDly8&t=424s Song of the Ancients - Atonement] // [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GtfWcqEZY1Y Antipyretic]
: '''Voice Inspiration''': Marina Inoue
: '''Accent/Dialect''': Semi-Casual. A mix of Ul'dahn and Ishgardian? Most of her tone and tendencies is taken from her books and little interactions with others. When present among Lominsan's however, she will revert her 'normal dialect' which shows her familiarity growing up in Limsa Lominsa.
: '''Having trouble approaching her?''': While Lsael isn't the type to walk up to random strangers to strike conversation. She will openly respond when treated fairly with respect. If she's in the Quicksands or in a tavern, most likely she's drinking or about to be drunk. Her pet atomos is known to cause trouble when she isn't looking, either gobbling up something that isn't her's or biting the people who spoil it with food.
: '''Current Arc?''': After an arduous repair and maintenance cycle (as I've been gone form the game some few months). Her airship is now back up and running! Despite this however business is slow due to the weakening and fall of Baelsar's Wall. With more easy flyable access across the border, it's brought more competition to the smuggling business which was Lsael's main source of income. Expect to see her holed up in a bar or near the airship landings as she awaits her next sortie.

<spoiler> A little footnote here as to "Lsael" as a character.
: Since I've used this 'character template' in other RP's before, there are 3 MAIN RULES that I tend to follow when RP'ing as Lsael.
: 1) Lsael would be physically adept, but posses a weak mental fortitude.
: 2) Her stubborn personality will prevent her from making a lot of "acquaintances" but make her deathly loyal to her closest "friends". This stubbornness also applies into an unbridled tenacity in combat ("hard to kill, even harder to keep dead" type deal)
: 3) Lsael is not allowed to have a happy ending. Period. Though there is probably one or two ways in which this had been loopholed through at one point, this is often the case. Guaranteed if you manage to get Lsael to fall in love.
: Lsael was never designed as a "main character" in mind, but more of an immersive supporting role. When I created this character, it was initially used as an antagonist role. But lately I've found that static webs of relationships and acquaintances would begin to grow stale over long periods of time. So why not CUT one of those web points entirely? How would these relationships change and regrow? Lsael's main use is more akin to that of plot catalyst to help move a story along. Also, if he/she dies I prefer if they stayed dead please and thank you.</spoiler>