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Devilish Sarracenia

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[[File:Devil closeup2.png|thumb|right|Person of Interest #929213, "Devil" (Balmung, NA server) ]]

==Public Record==

'''Brass Blades 'Person of Interest' File #929213:'''

'''Name:''' Devil

'''Race:''' Hellsguard Roegadyn

'''Gender:''' Female

'''Height:''' 7 fulms, 3.7 ilms

'''Known Record and Suspected Activities:'''

929213, or "Devil", first showed up in Ul'dah's Brass Blades files as a missing person from a local orphanage, back in 1557.
Though several attempts were made to apprehend and return her, she showed an aptitude for escaping confinement.
Eventually, further attempts were stalled due to the influx of refugees, though reports continued to trickle in of a girl fitting
929213's description filching food from local vendors. No major infractions occurred until later, in 1569, when 929213 was accused
of assault. When it was discovered the 'victim' was a known slave trader, the charges were dropped against 929213, as it was
generally considered self-defense. Her activities were known, but generally overlooked until 1571, when she attacked a hired hand
of a local merchant, only this assault led to murder. She was sentenced to an indefinite term in the oubliette while the
investigation was underway. Later, it was determined that the man and his employer were part of an underhanded dealing scheme in
which a young girl had been caught. The man had assaulted the girl, and 929213 intervened. She served a twelve-moon sentence before
release in late 1572.

Since her release, 929213's activities have increased in violence and frequency, from assault to known mercenary work, along with
suspected illegal interrogation methods, assassinations, and dealings with Ul'dah's Syndicate. However, with the continual influx of
refugees and the increased mobility with which 929213 has gained via her contacts, capture is unlikely, and solid proof of her misdeeds
are even harder to come by.

==General==

Though she does not have a permanent place of residence, Devil can most often be found prowling the back alleys and seedy neighborhoods of Ul'dah, Limsa Lominsa, and occasionally Gridania. Not always the most social of people, Devil prefers to maintain a low profile, which is strangely easy for this tall Roegadyn. She is suspected of participation or instigation in a variety of crimes, ranging from simple theft up to coordinated assassinations. However, she has built her reputation with just the right people; from members of the Ul'dahn Syndicate to certain individuals within the Brass Blades, to important figureheads in the other city-states as well, not to mention her contacts with the Scions of the Seventh Dawn themselves. She has effectively surrounded herself with powerful people and keeps herself just useful enough to their endeavors to prevent most attempts at her incarceration.

Recent Events:
(8/13/14) Devil showed up at the Oak Inn in the Lavender Beds in the company of a strange, red-haired man. She was unconscious when he delivered her to the property. The proprietor of the establishment questioned the man on Devil's condition, to which he admitted stabbing her sixteen times 'because she asked for it'. Under threat of arrest, he left, but the circumstances surrounding Devil's state remain a mystery. Of note, she seemed to be running a severe fever, but otherwise showed no signs of assault. She was ushered to a private quarters once she regained consciousness, though nothing further has been revealed about the strange man or his motives.

Update: The strange red-headed man was none other than Ashe En'Vale, notorious shard-shanking firebug. Devil has had several encounters with this lunatic, most of them amusing, if not altogether positive. After recuperating, she admitted she -did- ask for the "stabbing", but refused to go into detail why.

(4/15/16) After a long bout of various misdeeds and adventures, many things have changed for Devil. She has cut many former alliances, lost others in the mix, gained a few new contacts, had her cold heart broken and broken a few along the way. Aside from a new group she takes contracts through, she mostly keeps to herself, save the occasional forays to the Mist, the Hinterlands, and other secluded places. When in the city-states, she might linger a while, but she generally doesn't socialize, save with a familiar face or two if they happen by.

(6/23/19) Once Baelsar's Wall fell to Alliance forces, Devil went off the radar for an extended period of time. Sightings of her in her usual haunts were down to rumor-only, while out on the Wall and surrounding territories a new spectre arose. Tales of a person or creature grew, fueled by disappearances of Imperial patrols near the Wall, that was said to make the sky itself rain blood. Pretty lofty stuff, even for Dev.

==Appearance==

[[File:Devil with shards.png|thumb|left|Devilish Sarracenia]]

Devil is a towering example of a female Roegadyn. At over seven fulms, she finds herself looking down on most people, which suits her just fine. Warm, deeply-tanned skin stretches taut over a form trained for strength and speed. Long, jet-black hair razored into a messy 'devil-may-care' cut frames a young (early- to mid-thirties) face, and provides a shroud for those eerily-pale lilac eyes to gleam mischievously from. Though it's not uncommon to see her in a full gear set, she typically prefers lighter, more comfortable outfits for reconnaissance, or for just meandering about town. Lean, lithe, and confident, she knows she's a force to be reckoned with.

A special note: those who are sensitive to aether in others will notice an anomaly in Devil's signature. It appears as a faint orange glow focusing around her heart. Those who are skilled in this study might even discern a very obscure crystalline shape, though it does not appear to be part of her physical form. Devil's body temperature runs notably higher than normal. (Worry not; she's not some Mary Sue half-primal disaster. This is a result of an RP adventure she became involved in.)Since recent events, the anomaly seems to have spread,focusing along sixteen major points throughout her body. The fever-like aura she typically exudes runs noticeably higher now, as well, and may indicate either an intensification of the anomaly, or perhaps a lack of control since its spread.

**Note:** Due to recent events, Devil's aether anomaly has shifted. There are no longer discernible points throughout her body where the aura focuses and her fever-like temperature has all but vanished except in very specific instances. '''Only characters who are fully-trained in and have the ability to sense or see aether will notice this''': Devil's aura is now very dark and appears almost wisp-like, vanishing in places where before it was solidly connected. It gives it a thin, smoke-like appearance with many segments missing at any time.

After an extended absence from the public eye, Devil has resurfaced, once again on this side of Baelsar's Wall. Her aura seems to be settled, though those gifted in viewing such things may note Dev's still fluctuates with strange colors and patterns, from wispy, fiery reds to thick, globulous blue-blacks, occasionally shifting to the smoke-like appearance of earlier record.

==Behavior==

Usually coming across as aloof or uncaring, Devil mainly keeps to herself. Occasionally, she will branch out and make contact with some random person, though these encounters typically end quickly. She does have a sense of humor, deranged though it may be, and a quick wit backed by a sharp tongue. It is not uncommon to witness a ridiculous chance of luck favoring this woman; for whatever the reason, and regardless of her deeds, she certainly has bouts of 'the Devil's luck'... or is it skill?

Devil actually does have a few scruples when it comes to her illegal activities: for one, she absolutely, without exception, hates those who deal in any manner of slave trading. Likewise, she harbors a deep hatred for Imperials and those who support Garlean conquest which, to her, is little better than slavery. For another, Pearl Lane is her territory. She defends it and the beggars who live there from would-be rival takeovers, though this is not common knowledge to those who do not reside in the Lane. Finally, and perhaps most strangely, this cold-blooded fiend has been known to randomly provide 'good deeds' to various people. These range from saving strange adventurers from certain doom, to 'accidentally' dropping a handful of gil in a starving mother's hands. If asked, she'll deny it, or wave it away with some comment about having done her good deed for the week.

After the Alliance's assault against Imperial hold, and the subsequent liberation of Ala Mhigo and Doma, Devil's presence along Pearl Lane has subsided markedly. With the refugees headed home, or finding new niches in the city-states, it would seem her protection is not required.

==History==

Devil was abandoned as an infant at the Gate of the Sultana in Ul'dah. With no clue to who her parents were or what fate befell them, she was given over to the local orphanage. Left with only a strange, thin metallic disc tied on a string around her neck, nothing was known of the child, save the one word on that disc- "Sarracenia". Scholars thought it a strange name, considering it was a known genus of carnivorous plant, reputed for luring its prey in close before delivering the killing blow. Certainly no name for a small child...

Over time, she earned her 'new' name, "Devilish". She was a handful, always managing to appear where she shouldn't be, vanishing on a whim, getting into trouble at the drop of a hat... She kept the matrons on their toes. During this time, she made her first, and likely only, friend. A fellow orphan, the little blonde-headed highlander girl went by the name of Lila, and though much quieter than the mischievous Devil, she tagged along like a shadow. The two became inseparable.

Years later, the pair were making one of their many forays into forbidden territory when they chanced upon a meeting of the matrons with a hooded figure. As they eavesdropped, they learned the matrons were making a deal to sell off some of the orphans and refugee children to this black-market dealer. The idea had Devil bristling, and with nowhere else to go, she and Lila ran away, into the streets of Ul'dah.

They survived with Devil stealing food for them while Lila begged for gil. Though they were poor, they were happy. They managed to get what they needed, most times, though there were plenty of hard times, especially when the thugs came through. The girls learned fast that when the alley got quiet, it was a cue to hide. It was not an easy life, and as they grew older, it didn't get any easier, but they managed.

Lila began taking odd jobs for merchants. She always had a better sense of morality than Devil, and felt that her stealing was unnecessary. Things were working out, until the poor girl took a job from a merchant known throughout the Lane for cruel, backhanded dealings. Devil pleaded with her to drop the job, but Lila was lured by the promise of good pay for a simple job. All she had to do was deliver a rare vase to a collector across town. Devil couldn't stop her. It should have been a quick job, two bells at most, but something was wrong. It had been too long. Devil tracked down the merchant and instead found a crowd. In the middle of it, a large, burly man, obviously a thug hired by the dirty merchant, was beating a young, blonde-headed girl... it was Lila. Devil saw red. She leaped onto the man's back and grabbed his jaw with one hand, her other at the back of his head. Without a second thought, she twisted. A loud snap, and the thug fell limp. She didn't care she'd just killed a man. She didn't care there were no less than a dozen witnesses. Her only thought was to save her sister, and with that, she helped Lila up, and got her back to their place in the Lane. The highlander was in bad shape, and could barely talk. Devil was doing all she could to help her, but she had no way of healing. Lila managed to tell her how she had been carrying the expensive vase to the buyer, when a large, cloaked man walked right into her, and knocked the vase to the ground, shattering it. When Lila went to tell the merchant, he flew into a rage, demanding she pay for the merchandise. When she told him she couldn't, he set his goon on her. Devil had an idea that the cloaked man and the goon were likely one and the same, and the whole thing had been a set-up by the cruel merchant. Before she could say as much, though, a woman in white interrupted. She had seen the fight start, and had gone to get the Brass Blades. It was over by the time she returned, and onlookers pointed her in the direction of Pearl Lane when she asked about the injured girl. Though Devil was wary of this stranger, Lila seemed comforted by her presence. As the woman began to channel healing magic, two of the Brass Blades showed up. They were getting mixed stories from the crowd, but one was certain; Devil had killed a man. As they began to drag her away, Devil saw the last of the woman's spell restore her friend. The woman, sensing her concern, called out that she would care for Lila in Devil's absence.

Ul'dah was in the middle of a refugee influx. Crimes and complaints were through the roof, and every day it seemed there was some new tragedy looming on the horizon. It was with little surprise that Devil learned hardly any leeway was being made in her case. By the time the Brass Blades learned the merchant had indeed set up the entire plot against Lila in an attempt to filch any gil she -had- earned, Devil had sat in the oubliette for nearly a year. During that time, the woman in white had come to see Devil a few times. At first, it was to tell her of Lila's welfare, at least until a few moons prior. The last time she came, the woman said she and her family had decided to adopt Lila. They were moving her to Limsa Lominsa for a fresh start. She extended the invitation for Devil to visit, though, deep down, the girl figured it was just a formality.

Once she was finally released, Devil went back to Pearl Lane. She thought it would be lonely and hard to bear. She was half-right. She missed her sister, but in the time she was gone, word of her attack on that man had spread, and grew into the beginnings of a reputation. Devil found herself on the cusp of something terrible... and great.

==Current Activities==
Devil has found herself wandering the new lands like so many others; Coerthas, Ishgard, and Dravania just to name a few, all for the promise of great challenges and greater loot. Aside from killing Nidhogg's dragons, a few heretics, and some stuffy-arsed paladins, things are fairly quiet for Devil... for the time being.

-- -- -- -- -- --

With the liberation of Doma and Ala Mhigo achieved, Dev has found herself once more meandering through the pubs and crawls in popular places, taking up contracts and making gil with odd jobs. Rumor has it something big is on the forefront, and with it comes new lands, new races, and new enemies to the slaughter. She's keeping her axe at the ready.

==Updates:==
8/28: After a sparring match turned sour, Devil sought out that insane Firebug, Ashe En'Vale again, to address the issue of the crystallized aether embedded within her. Ready with a solution, he took her and her healer of choice, Bloehaerz Blanceigsyn, deep into Urth's Fount and performed a dangerous, potentially-deadly ritual. It succeeded, but has presented new issues for her. The foci left by the first ritual have been completely absorbed into her own aether; they are no longer an issue, but in their wake, something darker lies. Where she had been learning how to draw aether off particular objects, and in one case a person, that ability has been stunted significantly by the process. She no longer emits a fiery, hot aura, but instead a chill seems to follow wherever she goes. She hates this, particularly up north. According to Ashe, she can relearn her fiery techniques, but it will take time. Until then, Dev might just be seen in warmer climes more often than previously, probably with nearby people treating her like a walking air conditioner. She -won't- be happy.

??: Devil went missing from the public eye for quite some time. Stories arose concerning her whereabouts, with speculations ranging from 'up north' to 'infiltrating Imperial strongholds' to the far-fetched 'the Void itself'. Very few people know the truth of it, and less would believe it if they heard. Upon her return, those sensitive to aether signatures will note an anomaly rivaling her usual oddness, and she's taken to keeping her forehead covered most times. On rare occasions, she might be found humming to herself, but if one listens closely enough, they'll note it's not humming, but a low, almost-growling conversation. Perhaps she's just plotting out loud? There are other, very small differences that seem to flare up only periodically, but they seem to be triggered by stress or anger. Devil has, since her return, seemed to cut ties with certain people; a former lover has been jilted along with any contacts she might have maintained within his free company. She has also picked up some new contacts, namely a band of miscreants who don't seem to notice or mind her penchant for the unsavory.

4/15: The group Devil now works with has signed onto a particularly interesting, if not equally dangerous job involving an ancient elezen who calls himself The Craftsman. Not much is known about the task at hand, or is open to discussion, only that it yet again involves shards of some sort and poses an imminent danger to all of Eorzea. It's like Ashe En'vale all over again... but with anger issues. And most likely death. Lots of death.

6/19: Time heals all wounds, they say. But in case Time ain't workin' fast enough, Dev now has a healer-on-retainer; a Doman by the name of Leaf. He also happens to be Ulfbjorn's nephew, and a crack-shot when the shit gets deep. Lately, Dev seems to be slowing down some, spending more time around the popular watering holes and not so much time stalking Imperials. Some say she's considering retirement. Others suspect she's just biding her time for something bigger. Only Devil knows.

==Fun Devil Facts==

====Likes====
*Bolstering her bad-ass reputation
*Combat/danger in general
*Gil
*Tormenting people (it's a source of amusement)
*Learning more about that aether anomaly...
*Manly-men, not men in tights.
*Seeing just how far she can push Geiss before he shoots her again...

====Dislikes====
*Slavers
*Imperials and their supporters
*Miqo'te
*Merchants (the crooked ones)
*Children
*Whiny, dumb, or immature people
*'Chipper' folk
*Boredom
*Trash-can armor (shite's hot, feels like you're strapped to a long spine board, and can't see for squat!)
*Know-it-all, holier-than-thou paladins (grinds teeth just thinking about it...)
*Miqo'te.
*Women with dicks.
*Miqo'te.

==The Rumor Mill==

==='''Common Hear-say'''===

*"Y'know she killed a man when she was jus' a kid... big man, too. Some hired fella for a merchant. Th' way I hear it, took five Brass Blades t' catch 'er an' bring 'er in, an' even then, they was pale an' sweatin' with nerves from bein' close to 'er." -''merchant of Ul'dah''

*"Ain't nobody on the Lane don't know that girl. She's like a phantom, lingerin' in th' shadows. Some say she guards th' place. Others say her motives ain't so nice. I like t' think she's keepin' an eye on us." -''Landebert''

*"Don't pay any mind to what these drunks say about that girl. They're heart-sore she turned 'em down's all. She's all brambles and thorns, but there's a rose down in there, you have my word. I've seen 'er show kindness to people b'fore, though she'll deny it if ya ask 'er." -''Momodi''

==='''Uncommon Hear-say'''===

*"That girl's trouble of the wors' sort! I hear she's got a voidspawn trapped, an' uses it t' do 'er biddin'!" -''Raging Merchant of Ul'dah''

*"No, no, that ain't it! It ain't no 'voidspawn'; an ''Ascian'' tried to possess 'er, an' she trapped it in 'er mind! She leeches off its aether to fuel 'er chi or chai, or whatever th' hells her type fight with!" -''Raving Merchant of Ul'dah''

*"She's got just the right people in her pocket. Girl gets away with murder, ''literally''. I hear she's even got a pet paladin. Some say he protects her from the worst of the political and legal recursions; then some say it's the other way around. She does the dirty work he won't. Either way, it's best to stay on her good side. Or at least her indifferent side." -''Jenlyns''

*"Somethin's wrong about that girl. Ever seen 'er in the rain? Watch; wherever that rain hits 'er, it steams. Like she's runnin' the worst fever in th' history of Eorzea. I'm tellin' ya, she ain't right. Something's odd in her aether signature too, but she won't let anybody study her to find out what." -''Mamane''

*"I... Fine, fine... "Devilish struts about in that v-neck vest of hers, her bindings tucked loosely around her assets for all the world to see. The shoulder pauldron on her vest glints in the sunlight, catching the eye of all, each spike sparkling like freshly wrought steel and freshly buffed. Her pants clutch her derrière tightly, leaving nothing to the imagination as their black leather clings to her like a second skin. The hem of her pantline is so low cut one can see the faint traces of her hip--" Ugh! No. No, Vervara, I refuse to read this... What? No. I refuse! What?! Fine! Something about the city was burning down around her, but let me continue about how lushious her hair is! Ugh!" -''[[Sabine Aislihn]]''

==='''Rare Hear-say'''===

*"That girl can sing. She doesn't do it often, or where people c'n hear 'er, but I swear I heard 'er one day, down in the oubliette. It's... haunting." -''Aubelet''

*"Up in Coerthas, they swear she's a dragon. Said she even breathed a lick of fire at a guard once." -''overheard between two Wood Wailers at Buscarron's Druthers''

*"She once punched a primal so hard, it ''had children''." -''drunken Quicksand patron, who claims to be one of said children''
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Devilish Sarracenia

2019-06-24T00:47:34Z

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[[File:Devil closeup2.png|thumb|right|Person of Interest #929213, "Devil" (Balmung, NA server) ]]

==Public Record==

'''Brass Blades 'Person of Interest' File #929213:'''

'''Name:''' Devil

'''Race:''' Hellsguard Roegadyn

'''Gender:''' Female

'''Height:''' 7 fulms, 3.7 ilms

'''Known Record and Suspected Activities:'''

929213, or "Devil", first showed up in Ul'dah's Brass Blades files as a missing person from a local orphanage, back in 1557.
Though several attempts were made to apprehend and return her, she showed an aptitude for escaping confinement.
Eventually, further attempts were stalled due to the influx of refugees, though reports continued to trickle in of a girl fitting
929213's description filching food from local vendors. No major infractions occurred until later, in 1569, when 929213 was accused
of assault. When it was discovered the 'victim' was a known slave trader, the charges were dropped against 929213, as it was
generally considered self-defense. Her activities were known, but generally overlooked until 1571, when she attacked a hired hand
of a local merchant, only this assault led to murder. She was sentenced to an indefinite term in the oubliette while the
investigation was underway. Later, it was determined that the man and his employer were part of an underhanded dealing scheme in
which a young girl had been caught. The man had assaulted the girl, and 929213 intervened. She served a twelve-moon sentence before
release in late 1572.

Since her release, 929213's activities have increased in violence and frequency, from assault to known mercenary work, along with
suspected illegal interrogation methods, assassinations, and dealings with Ul'dah's Syndicate. However, with the continual influx of
refugees and the increased mobility with which 929213 has gained via her contacts, capture is unlikely, and solid proof of her misdeeds
are even harder to come by.

==General==

Though she does not have a permanent place of residence, Devil can most often be found prowling the back alleys and seedy neighborhoods of Ul'dah, Limsa Lominsa, and occasionally Gridania. Not always the most social of people, Devil prefers to maintain a low profile, which is strangely easy for this tall Roegadyn. She is suspected of participation or instigation in a variety of crimes, ranging from simple theft up to coordinated assassinations. However, she has built her reputation with just the right people; from members of the Ul'dahn Syndicate to certain individuals within the Brass Blades, to important figureheads in the other city-states as well, not to mention her contacts with the Scions of the Seventh Dawn themselves. She has effectively surrounded herself with powerful people and keeps herself just useful enough to their endeavors to prevent most attempts at her incarceration.

Recent Events:
(8/13/14) Devil showed up at the Oak Inn in the Lavender Beds in the company of a strange, red-haired man. She was unconscious when he delivered her to the property. The proprietor of the establishment questioned the man on Devil's condition, to which he admitted stabbing her sixteen times 'because she asked for it'. Under threat of arrest, he left, but the circumstances surrounding Devil's state remain a mystery. Of note, she seemed to be running a severe fever, but otherwise showed no signs of assault. She was ushered to a private quarters once she regained consciousness, though nothing further has been revealed about the strange man or his motives.

Update: The strange red-headed man was none other than Ashe En'Vale, notorious shard-shanking firebug. Devil has had several encounters with this lunatic, most of them amusing, if not altogether positive. After recuperating, she admitted she -did- ask for the "stabbing", but refused to go into detail why.

(4/15/16) After a long bout of various misdeeds and adventures, many things have changed for Devil. She has cut many former alliances, lost others in the mix, gained a few new contacts, had her cold heart broken and broken a few along the way. Aside from a new group she takes contracts through, she mostly keeps to herself, save the occasional forays to the Mist, the Hinterlands, and other secluded places. When in the city-states, she might linger a while, but she generally doesn't socialize, save with a familiar face or two if they happen by.

(6/23/19) Once Baelsar's Wall fell to Alliance forces, Devil went off the radar for an extended period of time. Sightings of her in her usual haunts were down to rumor-only, while out on the Wall and surrounding territories a new spectre arose. Tales of a person or creature grew, fueled by disappearances of Imperial patrols near the Wall, that was said to make the sky itself rain blood. Pretty lofty stuff, even for Dev.

==Appearance==

[[File:Devil with shards.png|thumb|left|Devilish Sarracenia]]

Devil is a towering example of a female Roegadyn. At over seven fulms, she finds herself looking down on most people, which suits her just fine. Warm, deeply-tanned skin stretches taut over a form trained for strength and speed. Long, jet-black hair razored into a messy 'devil-may-care' cut frames a young (early- to mid-thirties) face, and provides a shroud for those eerily-pale lilac eyes to gleam mischievously from. Though it's not uncommon to see her in a full gear set, she typically prefers lighter, more comfortable outfits for reconnaissance, or for just meandering about town. Lean, lithe, and confident, she knows she's a force to be reckoned with.

A special note: those who are sensitive to aether in others will notice an anomaly in Devil's signature. It appears as a faint orange glow focusing around her heart. Those who are skilled in this study might even discern a very obscure crystalline shape, though it does not appear to be part of her physical form. Devil's body temperature runs notably higher than normal. (Worry not; she's not some Mary Sue half-primal disaster. This is a result of an RP adventure she became involved in.)Since recent events, the anomaly seems to have spread,focusing along sixteen major points throughout her body. The fever-like aura she typically exudes runs noticeably higher now, as well, and may indicate either an intensification of the anomaly, or perhaps a lack of control since its spread.

**Note:** Due to recent events, Devil's aether anomaly has shifted. There are no longer discernible points throughout her body where the aura focuses and her fever-like temperature has all but vanished except in very specific instances. '''Only characters who are fully-trained in and have the ability to sense or see aether will notice this''': Devil's aura is now very dark and appears almost wisp-like, vanishing in places where before it was solidly connected. It gives it a thin, smoke-like appearance with many segments missing at any time.

After an extended absence from the public eye, Devil has resurfaced, once again on this side of Baelsar's Wall. Her aura seems to be settled, though those gifted in viewing such things may note Dev's still fluctuates with strange colors and patterns, from wispy, fiery reds to thick, globulous blue-blacks, occasionally shifting to the smoke-like appearance of earlier record.

==Behavior==

Usually coming across as aloof or uncaring, Devil mainly keeps to herself. Occasionally, she will branch out and make contact with some random person, though these encounters typically end quickly. She does have a sense of humor, deranged though it may be, and a quick wit backed by a sharp tongue. It is not uncommon to witness a ridiculous chance of luck favoring this woman; for whatever the reason, and regardless of her deeds, she certainly has bouts of 'the Devil's luck'... or is it skill?

Devil actually does have a few scruples when it comes to her illegal activities: for one, she absolutely, without exception, hates those who deal in any manner of slave trading. Likewise, she harbors a deep hatred for Imperials and those who support Garlean conquest which, to her, is little better than slavery. For another, Pearl Lane is her territory. She defends it and the beggars who live there from would-be rival takeovers, though this is not common knowledge to those who do not reside in the Lane. Finally, and perhaps most strangely, this cold-blooded fiend has been known to randomly provide 'good deeds' to various people. These range from saving strange adventurers from certain doom, to 'accidentally' dropping a handful of gil in a starving mother's hands. If asked, she'll deny it, or wave it away with some comment about having done her good deed for the week.

After the Alliance's assault against Imperial hold, and the subsequent liberation of Ala Mhigo and Doma, Devil's presence along Pearl Lane has subsided markedly. With the refugees headed home, or finding new niches in the city-states, it would seem her protection is not required.

==History==

Devil was abandoned as an infant at the Gate of the Sultana in Ul'dah. With no clue to who her parents were or what fate befell them, she was given over to the local orphanage. Left with only a strange, thin metallic disc tied on a string around her neck, nothing was known of the child, save the one word on that disc- "Sarracenia". Scholars thought it a strange name, considering it was a known genus of carnivorous plant, reputed for luring its prey in close before delivering the killing blow. Certainly no name for a small child...

Over time, she earned her 'new' name, "Devilish". She was a handful, always managing to appear where she shouldn't be, vanishing on a whim, getting into trouble at the drop of a hat... She kept the matrons on their toes. During this time, she made her first, and likely only, friend. A fellow orphan, the little blonde-headed highlander girl went by the name of Lila, and though much quieter than the mischievous Devil, she tagged along like a shadow. The two became inseparable.

Years later, the pair were making one of their many forays into forbidden territory when they chanced upon a meeting of the matrons with a hooded figure. As they eavesdropped, they learned the matrons were making a deal to sell off some of the orphans and refugee children to this black-market dealer. The idea had Devil bristling, and with nowhere else to go, she and Lila ran away, into the streets of Ul'dah.

They survived with Devil stealing food for them while Lila begged for gil. Though they were poor, they were happy. They managed to get what they needed, most times, though there were plenty of hard times, especially when the thugs came through. The girls learned fast that when the alley got quiet, it was a cue to hide. It was not an easy life, and as they grew older, it didn't get any easier, but they managed.

Lila began taking odd jobs for merchants. She always had a better sense of morality than Devil, and felt that her stealing was unnecessary. Things were working out, until the poor girl took a job from a merchant known throughout the Lane for cruel, backhanded dealings. Devil pleaded with her to drop the job, but Lila was lured by the promise of good pay for a simple job. All she had to do was deliver a rare vase to a collector across town. Devil couldn't stop her. It should have been a quick job, two bells at most, but something was wrong. It had been too long. Devil tracked down the merchant and instead found a crowd. In the middle of it, a large, burly man, obviously a thug hired by the dirty merchant, was beating a young, blonde-headed girl... it was Lila. Devil saw red. She leaped onto the man's back and grabbed his jaw with one hand, her other at the back of his head. Without a second thought, she twisted. A loud snap, and the thug fell limp. She didn't care she'd just killed a man. She didn't care there were no less than a dozen witnesses. Her only thought was to save her sister, and with that, she helped Lila up, and got her back to their place in the Lane. The highlander was in bad shape, and could barely talk. Devil was doing all she could to help her, but she had no way of healing. Lila managed to tell her how she had been carrying the expensive vase to the buyer, when a large, cloaked man walked right into her, and knocked the vase to the ground, shattering it. When Lila went to tell the merchant, he flew into a rage, demanding she pay for the merchandise. When she told him she couldn't, he set his goon on her. Devil had an idea that the cloaked man and the goon were likely one and the same, and the whole thing had been a set-up by the cruel merchant. Before she could say as much, though, a woman in white interrupted. She had seen the fight start, and had gone to get the Brass Blades. It was over by the time she returned, and onlookers pointed her in the direction of Pearl Lane when she asked about the injured girl. Though Devil was wary of this stranger, Lila seemed comforted by her presence. As the woman began to channel healing magic, two of the Brass Blades showed up. They were getting mixed stories from the crowd, but one was certain; Devil had killed a man. As they began to drag her away, Devil saw the last of the woman's spell restore her friend. The woman, sensing her concern, called out that she would care for Lila in Devil's absence.

Ul'dah was in the middle of a refugee influx. Crimes and complaints were through the roof, and every day it seemed there was some new tragedy looming on the horizon. It was with little surprise that Devil learned hardly any leeway was being made in her case. By the time the Brass Blades learned the merchant had indeed set up the entire plot against Lila in an attempt to filch any gil she -had- earned, Devil had sat in the oubliette for nearly a year. During that time, the woman in white had come to see Devil a few times. At first, it was to tell her of Lila's welfare, at least until a few moons prior. The last time she came, the woman said she and her family had decided to adopt Lila. They were moving her to Limsa Lominsa for a fresh start. She extended the invitation for Devil to visit, though, deep down, the girl figured it was just a formality.

Once she was finally released, Devil went back to Pearl Lane. She thought it would be lonely and hard to bear. She was half-right. She missed her sister, but in the time she was gone, word of her attack on that man had spread, and grew into the beginnings of a reputation. Devil found herself on the cusp of something terrible... and great.

==Current Activities==
Devil has found herself wandering the new lands like so many others; Coerthas, Ishgard, and Dravania just to name a few, all for the promise of great challenges and greater loot. Aside from killing Nidhogg's dragons, a few heretics, and some stuffy-arsed paladins, things are fairly quiet for Devil... for the time being.

-- -- -- -- -- --

With the liberation of Doma and Ala Mhigo achieved, Dev has found herself once more meandering through the pubs and crawls in popular places, taking up contracts and making gil with odd jobs. Rumor has it something big is on the forefront, and with it comes new lands, new races, and new enemies to the slaughter. She's keeping her axe at the ready.

==Updates:==
8/28: After a sparring match turned sour, Devil sought out that insane Firebug, Ashe En'Vale again, to address the issue of the crystallized aether embedded within her. Ready with a solution, he took her and her healer of choice, Bloehaerz Blanceigsyn, deep into Urth's Fount and performed a dangerous, potentially-deadly ritual. It succeeded, but has presented new issues for her. The foci left by the first ritual have been completely absorbed into her own aether; they are no longer an issue, but in their wake, something darker lies. Where she had been learning how to draw aether off particular objects, and in one case a person, that ability has been stunted significantly by the process. She no longer emits a fiery, hot aura, but instead a chill seems to follow wherever she goes. She hates this, particularly up north. According to Ashe, she can relearn her fiery techniques, but it will take time. Until then, Dev might just be seen in warmer climes more often than previously, probably with nearby people treating her like a walking air conditioner. She -won't- be happy.

??: Devil went missing from the public eye for quite some time. Stories arose concerning her whereabouts, with speculations ranging from 'up north' to 'infiltrating Imperial strongholds' to the far-fetched 'the Void itself'. Very few people know the truth of it, and less would believe it if they heard. Upon her return, those sensitive to aether signatures will note an anomaly rivaling her usual oddness, and she's taken to keeping her forehead covered most times. On rare occasions, she might be found humming to herself, but if one listens closely enough, they'll note it's not humming, but a low, almost-growling conversation. Perhaps she's just plotting out loud? There are other, very small differences that seem to flare up only periodically, but they seem to be triggered by stress or anger. Devil has, since her return, seemed to cut ties with certain people; a former lover has been jilted along with any contacts she might have maintained within his free company. She has also picked up some new contacts, namely a band of miscreants who don't seem to notice or mind her penchant for the unsavory.

4/15: The group Devil now works with has signed onto a particularly interesting, if not equally dangerous job involving an ancient elezen who calls himself The Craftsman. Not much is known about the task at hand, or is open to discussion, only that it yet again involves shards of some sort and poses an imminent danger to all of Eorzea. It's like Ashe En'vale all over again... but with anger issues. And most likely death. Lots of death.

6/19: Time heals all wounds, they say. But in case Time ain't workin' fast enough, Dev now has a healer-on-retainer; a Doman by the name of Leaf. He also happens to be Ulfbjorn's nephew, and a crack-shot when the shit gets deep. Lately, Dev seems to be slowing down some, spending more time around the popular watering holes and not so much time stalking Imperials. Some say she's considering retirement. Others suspect she's just biding her time for something bigger. Only Devil knows.

==Fun Devil Facts==

====Likes====
*Bolstering her bad-ass reputation
*Combat/danger in general
*Gil
*Tormenting people (it's a source of amusement)
*Learning more about that aether anomaly...
*Manly-men, not men in tights; not women with dicks either.

====Dislikes====
*Slavers
*Imperials and their supporters
*Miqo'te
*Merchants (the crooked ones)
*Children
*Whiny, dumb, or immature people
*'Chipper' folk
*Boredom
*Trash-can armor (shite's hot, feels like you're strapped to a long spine board, and can't see for squat!)
*Know-it-all, holier-than-thou paladins (grinds teeth just thinking about it...)
*Miqo'te.
*Women with dicks.
*Miqo'te.

==The Rumor Mill==

==='''Common Hear-say'''===

*"Y'know she killed a man when she was jus' a kid... big man, too. Some hired fella for a merchant. Th' way I hear it, took five Brass Blades t' catch 'er an' bring 'er in, an' even then, they was pale an' sweatin' with nerves from bein' close to 'er." -''merchant of Ul'dah''

*"Ain't nobody on the Lane don't know that girl. She's like a phantom, lingerin' in th' shadows. Some say she guards th' place. Others say her motives ain't so nice. I like t' think she's keepin' an eye on us." -''Landebert''

*"Don't pay any mind to what these drunks say about that girl. They're heart-sore she turned 'em down's all. She's all brambles and thorns, but there's a rose down in there, you have my word. I've seen 'er show kindness to people b'fore, though she'll deny it if ya ask 'er." -''Momodi''

==='''Uncommon Hear-say'''===

*"That girl's trouble of the wors' sort! I hear she's got a voidspawn trapped, an' uses it t' do 'er biddin'!" -''Raging Merchant of Ul'dah''

*"No, no, that ain't it! It ain't no 'voidspawn'; an ''Ascian'' tried to possess 'er, an' she trapped it in 'er mind! She leeches off its aether to fuel 'er chi or chai, or whatever th' hells her type fight with!" -''Raving Merchant of Ul'dah''

*"She's got just the right people in her pocket. Girl gets away with murder, ''literally''. I hear she's even got a pet paladin. Some say he protects her from the worst of the political and legal recursions; then some say it's the other way around. She does the dirty work he won't. Either way, it's best to stay on her good side. Or at least her indifferent side." -''Jenlyns''

*"Somethin's wrong about that girl. Ever seen 'er in the rain? Watch; wherever that rain hits 'er, it steams. Like she's runnin' the worst fever in th' history of Eorzea. I'm tellin' ya, she ain't right. Something's odd in her aether signature too, but she won't let anybody study her to find out what." -''Mamane''

*"I... Fine, fine... "Devilish struts about in that v-neck vest of hers, her bindings tucked loosely around her assets for all the world to see. The shoulder pauldron on her vest glints in the sunlight, catching the eye of all, each spike sparkling like freshly wrought steel and freshly buffed. Her pants clutch her derrière tightly, leaving nothing to the imagination as their black leather clings to her like a second skin. The hem of her pantline is so low cut one can see the faint traces of her hip--" Ugh! No. No, Vervara, I refuse to read this... What? No. I refuse! What?! Fine! Something about the city was burning down around her, but let me continue about how lushious her hair is! Ugh!" -''[[Sabine Aislihn]]''

==='''Rare Hear-say'''===

*"That girl can sing. She doesn't do it often, or where people c'n hear 'er, but I swear I heard 'er one day, down in the oubliette. It's... haunting." -''Aubelet''

*"Up in Coerthas, they swear she's a dragon. Said she even breathed a lick of fire at a guard once." -''overheard between two Wood Wailers at Buscarron's Druthers''

*"She once punched a primal so hard, it ''had children''." -''drunken Quicksand patron, who claims to be one of said children''
[[Category:Balmung]]

Devilish Sarracenia

2019-06-24T00:46:56Z

RedCrow13: /* Updates: */

[[category:Player Character]]
[[File:Devil closeup2.png|thumb|right|Person of Interest #929213, "Devil" (Balmung, NA server) ]]

==Public Record==

'''Brass Blades 'Person of Interest' File #929213:'''

'''Name:''' Devil

'''Race:''' Hellsguard Roegadyn

'''Gender:''' Female

'''Height:''' 7 fulms, 3.7 ilms

'''Known Record and Suspected Activities:'''

929213, or "Devil", first showed up in Ul'dah's Brass Blades files as a missing person from a local orphanage, back in 1557.
Though several attempts were made to apprehend and return her, she showed an aptitude for escaping confinement.
Eventually, further attempts were stalled due to the influx of refugees, though reports continued to trickle in of a girl fitting
929213's description filching food from local vendors. No major infractions occurred until later, in 1569, when 929213 was accused
of assault. When it was discovered the 'victim' was a known slave trader, the charges were dropped against 929213, as it was
generally considered self-defense. Her activities were known, but generally overlooked until 1571, when she attacked a hired hand
of a local merchant, only this assault led to murder. She was sentenced to an indefinite term in the oubliette while the
investigation was underway. Later, it was determined that the man and his employer were part of an underhanded dealing scheme in
which a young girl had been caught. The man had assaulted the girl, and 929213 intervened. She served a twelve-moon sentence before
release in late 1572.

Since her release, 929213's activities have increased in violence and frequency, from assault to known mercenary work, along with
suspected illegal interrogation methods, assassinations, and dealings with Ul'dah's Syndicate. However, with the continual influx of
refugees and the increased mobility with which 929213 has gained via her contacts, capture is unlikely, and solid proof of her misdeeds
are even harder to come by.

==General==

Though she does not have a permanent place of residence, Devil can most often be found prowling the back alleys and seedy neighborhoods of Ul'dah, Limsa Lominsa, and occasionally Gridania. Not always the most social of people, Devil prefers to maintain a low profile, which is strangely easy for this tall Roegadyn. She is suspected of participation or instigation in a variety of crimes, ranging from simple theft up to coordinated assassinations. However, she has built her reputation with just the right people; from members of the Ul'dahn Syndicate to certain individuals within the Brass Blades, to important figureheads in the other city-states as well, not to mention her contacts with the Scions of the Seventh Dawn themselves. She has effectively surrounded herself with powerful people and keeps herself just useful enough to their endeavors to prevent most attempts at her incarceration.

Recent Events:
(8/13/14) Devil showed up at the Oak Inn in the Lavender Beds in the company of a strange, red-haired man. She was unconscious when he delivered her to the property. The proprietor of the establishment questioned the man on Devil's condition, to which he admitted stabbing her sixteen times 'because she asked for it'. Under threat of arrest, he left, but the circumstances surrounding Devil's state remain a mystery. Of note, she seemed to be running a severe fever, but otherwise showed no signs of assault. She was ushered to a private quarters once she regained consciousness, though nothing further has been revealed about the strange man or his motives.

Update: The strange red-headed man was none other than Ashe En'Vale, notorious shard-shanking firebug. Devil has had several encounters with this lunatic, most of them amusing, if not altogether positive. After recuperating, she admitted she -did- ask for the "stabbing", but refused to go into detail why.

(4/15/16) After a long bout of various misdeeds and adventures, many things have changed for Devil. She has cut many former alliances, lost others in the mix, gained a few new contacts, had her cold heart broken and broken a few along the way. Aside from a new group she takes contracts through, she mostly keeps to herself, save the occasional forays to the Mist, the Hinterlands, and other secluded places. When in the city-states, she might linger a while, but she generally doesn't socialize, save with a familiar face or two if they happen by.

(6/23/19) Once Baelsar's Wall fell to Alliance forces, Devil went off the radar for an extended period of time. Sightings of her in her usual haunts were down to rumor-only, while out on the Wall and surrounding territories a new spectre arose. Tales of a person or creature grew, fueled by disappearances of Imperial patrols near the Wall, that was said to make the sky itself rain blood. Pretty lofty stuff, even for Dev.

==Appearance==

[[File:Devil with shards.png|thumb|left|Devilish Sarracenia]]

Devil is a towering example of a female Roegadyn. At over seven fulms, she finds herself looking down on most people, which suits her just fine. Warm, deeply-tanned skin stretches taut over a form trained for strength and speed. Long, jet-black hair razored into a messy 'devil-may-care' cut frames a young (early- to mid-thirties) face, and provides a shroud for those eerily-pale lilac eyes to gleam mischievously from. Though it's not uncommon to see her in a full gear set, she typically prefers lighter, more comfortable outfits for reconnaissance, or for just meandering about town. Lean, lithe, and confident, she knows she's a force to be reckoned with.

A special note: those who are sensitive to aether in others will notice an anomaly in Devil's signature. It appears as a faint orange glow focusing around her heart. Those who are skilled in this study might even discern a very obscure crystalline shape, though it does not appear to be part of her physical form. Devil's body temperature runs notably higher than normal. (Worry not; she's not some Mary Sue half-primal disaster. This is a result of an RP adventure she became involved in.)Since recent events, the anomaly seems to have spread,focusing along sixteen major points throughout her body. The fever-like aura she typically exudes runs noticeably higher now, as well, and may indicate either an intensification of the anomaly, or perhaps a lack of control since its spread.

**Note:** Due to recent events, Devil's aether anomaly has shifted. There are no longer discernible points throughout her body where the aura focuses and her fever-like temperature has all but vanished except in very specific instances. '''Only characters who are fully-trained in and have the ability to sense or see aether will notice this''': Devil's aura is now very dark and appears almost wisp-like, vanishing in places where before it was solidly connected. It gives it a thin, smoke-like appearance with many segments missing at any time.

After an extended absence from the public eye, Devil has resurfaced, once again on this side of Baelsar's Wall. Her aura seems to be settled, though those gifted in viewing such things may note Dev's still fluctuates with strange colors and patterns, from wispy, fiery reds to thick, globulous blue-blacks, occasionally shifting to the smoke-like appearance of earlier record.

==Behavior==

Usually coming across as aloof or uncaring, Devil mainly keeps to herself. Occasionally, she will branch out and make contact with some random person, though these encounters typically end quickly. She does have a sense of humor, deranged though it may be, and a quick wit backed by a sharp tongue. It is not uncommon to witness a ridiculous chance of luck favoring this woman; for whatever the reason, and regardless of her deeds, she certainly has bouts of 'the Devil's luck'... or is it skill?

Devil actually does have a few scruples when it comes to her illegal activities: for one, she absolutely, without exception, hates those who deal in any manner of slave trading. Likewise, she harbors a deep hatred for Imperials and those who support Garlean conquest which, to her, is little better than slavery. For another, Pearl Lane is her territory. She defends it and the beggars who live there from would-be rival takeovers, though this is not common knowledge to those who do not reside in the Lane. Finally, and perhaps most strangely, this cold-blooded fiend has been known to randomly provide 'good deeds' to various people. These range from saving strange adventurers from certain doom, to 'accidentally' dropping a handful of gil in a starving mother's hands. If asked, she'll deny it, or wave it away with some comment about having done her good deed for the week.

After the Alliance's assault against Imperial hold, and the subsequent liberation of Ala Mhigo and Doma, Devil's presence along Pearl Lane has subsided markedly. With the refugees headed home, or finding new niches in the city-states, it would seem her protection is not required.

==History==

Devil was abandoned as an infant at the Gate of the Sultana in Ul'dah. With no clue to who her parents were or what fate befell them, she was given over to the local orphanage. Left with only a strange, thin metallic disc tied on a string around her neck, nothing was known of the child, save the one word on that disc- "Sarracenia". Scholars thought it a strange name, considering it was a known genus of carnivorous plant, reputed for luring its prey in close before delivering the killing blow. Certainly no name for a small child...

Over time, she earned her 'new' name, "Devilish". She was a handful, always managing to appear where she shouldn't be, vanishing on a whim, getting into trouble at the drop of a hat... She kept the matrons on their toes. During this time, she made her first, and likely only, friend. A fellow orphan, the little blonde-headed highlander girl went by the name of Lila, and though much quieter than the mischievous Devil, she tagged along like a shadow. The two became inseparable.

Years later, the pair were making one of their many forays into forbidden territory when they chanced upon a meeting of the matrons with a hooded figure. As they eavesdropped, they learned the matrons were making a deal to sell off some of the orphans and refugee children to this black-market dealer. The idea had Devil bristling, and with nowhere else to go, she and Lila ran away, into the streets of Ul'dah.

They survived with Devil stealing food for them while Lila begged for gil. Though they were poor, they were happy. They managed to get what they needed, most times, though there were plenty of hard times, especially when the thugs came through. The girls learned fast that when the alley got quiet, it was a cue to hide. It was not an easy life, and as they grew older, it didn't get any easier, but they managed.

Lila began taking odd jobs for merchants. She always had a better sense of morality than Devil, and felt that her stealing was unnecessary. Things were working out, until the poor girl took a job from a merchant known throughout the Lane for cruel, backhanded dealings. Devil pleaded with her to drop the job, but Lila was lured by the promise of good pay for a simple job. All she had to do was deliver a rare vase to a collector across town. Devil couldn't stop her. It should have been a quick job, two bells at most, but something was wrong. It had been too long. Devil tracked down the merchant and instead found a crowd. In the middle of it, a large, burly man, obviously a thug hired by the dirty merchant, was beating a young, blonde-headed girl... it was Lila. Devil saw red. She leaped onto the man's back and grabbed his jaw with one hand, her other at the back of his head. Without a second thought, she twisted. A loud snap, and the thug fell limp. She didn't care she'd just killed a man. She didn't care there were no less than a dozen witnesses. Her only thought was to save her sister, and with that, she helped Lila up, and got her back to their place in the Lane. The highlander was in bad shape, and could barely talk. Devil was doing all she could to help her, but she had no way of healing. Lila managed to tell her how she had been carrying the expensive vase to the buyer, when a large, cloaked man walked right into her, and knocked the vase to the ground, shattering it. When Lila went to tell the merchant, he flew into a rage, demanding she pay for the merchandise. When she told him she couldn't, he set his goon on her. Devil had an idea that the cloaked man and the goon were likely one and the same, and the whole thing had been a set-up by the cruel merchant. Before she could say as much, though, a woman in white interrupted. She had seen the fight start, and had gone to get the Brass Blades. It was over by the time she returned, and onlookers pointed her in the direction of Pearl Lane when she asked about the injured girl. Though Devil was wary of this stranger, Lila seemed comforted by her presence. As the woman began to channel healing magic, two of the Brass Blades showed up. They were getting mixed stories from the crowd, but one was certain; Devil had killed a man. As they began to drag her away, Devil saw the last of the woman's spell restore her friend. The woman, sensing her concern, called out that she would care for Lila in Devil's absence.

Ul'dah was in the middle of a refugee influx. Crimes and complaints were through the roof, and every day it seemed there was some new tragedy looming on the horizon. It was with little surprise that Devil learned hardly any leeway was being made in her case. By the time the Brass Blades learned the merchant had indeed set up the entire plot against Lila in an attempt to filch any gil she -had- earned, Devil had sat in the oubliette for nearly a year. During that time, the woman in white had come to see Devil a few times. At first, it was to tell her of Lila's welfare, at least until a few moons prior. The last time she came, the woman said she and her family had decided to adopt Lila. They were moving her to Limsa Lominsa for a fresh start. She extended the invitation for Devil to visit, though, deep down, the girl figured it was just a formality.

Once she was finally released, Devil went back to Pearl Lane. She thought it would be lonely and hard to bear. She was half-right. She missed her sister, but in the time she was gone, word of her attack on that man had spread, and grew into the beginnings of a reputation. Devil found herself on the cusp of something terrible... and great.

==Current Activities==
Devil has found herself wandering the new lands like so many others; Coerthas, Ishgard, and Dravania just to name a few, all for the promise of great challenges and greater loot. Aside from killing Nidhogg's dragons, a few heretics, and some stuffy-arsed paladins, things are fairly quiet for Devil... for the time being.

-- -- -- -- -- --

With the liberation of Doma and Ala Mhigo achieved, Dev has found herself once more meandering through the pubs and crawls in popular places, taking up contracts and making gil with odd jobs. Rumor has it something big is on the forefront, and with it comes new lands, new races, and new enemies to the slaughter. She's keeping her axe at the ready.

==Updates:==
8/28: After a sparring match turned sour, Devil sought out that insane Firebug, Ashe En'Vale again, to address the issue of the crystallized aether embedded within her. Ready with a solution, he took her and her healer of choice, Bloehaerz Blanceigsyn, deep into Urth's Fount and performed a dangerous, potentially-deadly ritual. It succeeded, but has presented new issues for her. The foci left by the first ritual have been completely absorbed into her own aether; they are no longer an issue, but in their wake, something darker lies. Where she had been learning how to draw aether off particular objects, and in one case a person, that ability has been stunted significantly by the process. She no longer emits a fiery, hot aura, but instead a chill seems to follow wherever she goes. She hates this, particularly up north. According to Ashe, she can relearn her fiery techniques, but it will take time. Until then, Dev might just be seen in warmer climes more often than previously, probably with nearby people treating her like a walking air conditioner. She -won't- be happy.

??: Devil went missing from the public eye for quite some time. Stories arose concerning her whereabouts, with speculations ranging from 'up north' to 'infiltrating Imperial strongholds' to the far-fetched 'the Void itself'. Very few people know the truth of it, and less would believe it if they heard. Upon her return, those sensitive to aether signatures will note an anomaly rivaling her usual oddness, and she's taken to keeping her forehead covered most times. On rare occasions, she might be found humming to herself, but if one listens closely enough, they'll note it's not humming, but a low, almost-growling conversation. Perhaps she's just plotting out loud? There are other, very small differences that seem to flare up only periodically, but they seem to be triggered by stress or anger. Devil has, since her return, seemed to cut ties with certain people; a former lover has been jilted along with any contacts she might have maintained within his free company. She has also picked up some new contacts, namely a band of miscreants who don't seem to notice or mind her penchant for the unsavory.

4/15: The group Devil now works with has signed onto a particularly interesting, if not equally dangerous job involving an ancient elezen who calls himself The Craftsman. Not much is known about the task at hand, or is open to discussion, only that it yet again involves shards of some sort and poses an imminent danger to all of Eorzea. It's like Ashe En'vale all over again... but with anger issues. And most likely death. Lots of death.

6/19: Time heals all wounds, they say. But in case Time ain't workin' fast enough, Dev now has a healer-on-retainer; a Doman by the name of Leaf. He also happens to be Ulfbjorn's nephew, and a crack-shot when the shit gets deep. Lately, Dev seems to be slowing down some, spending more time around the popular watering holes and not so much time stalking Imperials. Some say she's considering retirement. Others suspect she's just biding her time for something bigger. Only Devil knows.

==Fun Devil Facts==

====Likes====
*Bolstering her bad-ass reputation
*Combat/danger in general
*Gil
*Tormenting people (it's a source of amusement)
*Learning more about that aether anomaly...
*Manly-men, not men in tights; not women with dicks either.

====Dislikes====
*Slavers
*Imperials and their supporters
*Miqo'te
*Merchants (the crooked ones)
*Children
*Whiny, dumb, or immature people
*'Chipper' folk
*Boredom
*Trash-can armor (shite's hot, feels like you're strapped to a long spine board, and can't see for squat!)
*Know-it-all, holier-than-thou paladins (grinds teeth just thinking about it...)
*Miqo'te.

==The Rumor Mill==

==='''Common Hear-say'''===

*"Y'know she killed a man when she was jus' a kid... big man, too. Some hired fella for a merchant. Th' way I hear it, took five Brass Blades t' catch 'er an' bring 'er in, an' even then, they was pale an' sweatin' with nerves from bein' close to 'er." -''merchant of Ul'dah''

*"Ain't nobody on the Lane don't know that girl. She's like a phantom, lingerin' in th' shadows. Some say she guards th' place. Others say her motives ain't so nice. I like t' think she's keepin' an eye on us." -''Landebert''

*"Don't pay any mind to what these drunks say about that girl. They're heart-sore she turned 'em down's all. She's all brambles and thorns, but there's a rose down in there, you have my word. I've seen 'er show kindness to people b'fore, though she'll deny it if ya ask 'er." -''Momodi''

==='''Uncommon Hear-say'''===

*"That girl's trouble of the wors' sort! I hear she's got a voidspawn trapped, an' uses it t' do 'er biddin'!" -''Raging Merchant of Ul'dah''

*"No, no, that ain't it! It ain't no 'voidspawn'; an ''Ascian'' tried to possess 'er, an' she trapped it in 'er mind! She leeches off its aether to fuel 'er chi or chai, or whatever th' hells her type fight with!" -''Raving Merchant of Ul'dah''

*"She's got just the right people in her pocket. Girl gets away with murder, ''literally''. I hear she's even got a pet paladin. Some say he protects her from the worst of the political and legal recursions; then some say it's the other way around. She does the dirty work he won't. Either way, it's best to stay on her good side. Or at least her indifferent side." -''Jenlyns''

*"Somethin's wrong about that girl. Ever seen 'er in the rain? Watch; wherever that rain hits 'er, it steams. Like she's runnin' the worst fever in th' history of Eorzea. I'm tellin' ya, she ain't right. Something's odd in her aether signature too, but she won't let anybody study her to find out what." -''Mamane''

*"I... Fine, fine... "Devilish struts about in that v-neck vest of hers, her bindings tucked loosely around her assets for all the world to see. The shoulder pauldron on her vest glints in the sunlight, catching the eye of all, each spike sparkling like freshly wrought steel and freshly buffed. Her pants clutch her derrière tightly, leaving nothing to the imagination as their black leather clings to her like a second skin. The hem of her pantline is so low cut one can see the faint traces of her hip--" Ugh! No. No, Vervara, I refuse to read this... What? No. I refuse! What?! Fine! Something about the city was burning down around her, but let me continue about how lushious her hair is! Ugh!" -''[[Sabine Aislihn]]''

==='''Rare Hear-say'''===

*"That girl can sing. She doesn't do it often, or where people c'n hear 'er, but I swear I heard 'er one day, down in the oubliette. It's... haunting." -''Aubelet''

*"Up in Coerthas, they swear she's a dragon. Said she even breathed a lick of fire at a guard once." -''overheard between two Wood Wailers at Buscarron's Druthers''

*"She once punched a primal so hard, it ''had children''." -''drunken Quicksand patron, who claims to be one of said children''
[[Category:Balmung]]

Devilish Sarracenia

2019-06-24T00:41:28Z

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[[File:Devil closeup2.png|thumb|right|Person of Interest #929213, "Devil" (Balmung, NA server) ]]

==Public Record==

'''Brass Blades 'Person of Interest' File #929213:'''

'''Name:''' Devil

'''Race:''' Hellsguard Roegadyn

'''Gender:''' Female

'''Height:''' 7 fulms, 3.7 ilms

'''Known Record and Suspected Activities:'''

929213, or "Devil", first showed up in Ul'dah's Brass Blades files as a missing person from a local orphanage, back in 1557.
Though several attempts were made to apprehend and return her, she showed an aptitude for escaping confinement.
Eventually, further attempts were stalled due to the influx of refugees, though reports continued to trickle in of a girl fitting
929213's description filching food from local vendors. No major infractions occurred until later, in 1569, when 929213 was accused
of assault. When it was discovered the 'victim' was a known slave trader, the charges were dropped against 929213, as it was
generally considered self-defense. Her activities were known, but generally overlooked until 1571, when she attacked a hired hand
of a local merchant, only this assault led to murder. She was sentenced to an indefinite term in the oubliette while the
investigation was underway. Later, it was determined that the man and his employer were part of an underhanded dealing scheme in
which a young girl had been caught. The man had assaulted the girl, and 929213 intervened. She served a twelve-moon sentence before
release in late 1572.

Since her release, 929213's activities have increased in violence and frequency, from assault to known mercenary work, along with
suspected illegal interrogation methods, assassinations, and dealings with Ul'dah's Syndicate. However, with the continual influx of
refugees and the increased mobility with which 929213 has gained via her contacts, capture is unlikely, and solid proof of her misdeeds
are even harder to come by.

==General==

Though she does not have a permanent place of residence, Devil can most often be found prowling the back alleys and seedy neighborhoods of Ul'dah, Limsa Lominsa, and occasionally Gridania. Not always the most social of people, Devil prefers to maintain a low profile, which is strangely easy for this tall Roegadyn. She is suspected of participation or instigation in a variety of crimes, ranging from simple theft up to coordinated assassinations. However, she has built her reputation with just the right people; from members of the Ul'dahn Syndicate to certain individuals within the Brass Blades, to important figureheads in the other city-states as well, not to mention her contacts with the Scions of the Seventh Dawn themselves. She has effectively surrounded herself with powerful people and keeps herself just useful enough to their endeavors to prevent most attempts at her incarceration.

Recent Events:
(8/13/14) Devil showed up at the Oak Inn in the Lavender Beds in the company of a strange, red-haired man. She was unconscious when he delivered her to the property. The proprietor of the establishment questioned the man on Devil's condition, to which he admitted stabbing her sixteen times 'because she asked for it'. Under threat of arrest, he left, but the circumstances surrounding Devil's state remain a mystery. Of note, she seemed to be running a severe fever, but otherwise showed no signs of assault. She was ushered to a private quarters once she regained consciousness, though nothing further has been revealed about the strange man or his motives.

Update: The strange red-headed man was none other than Ashe En'Vale, notorious shard-shanking firebug. Devil has had several encounters with this lunatic, most of them amusing, if not altogether positive. After recuperating, she admitted she -did- ask for the "stabbing", but refused to go into detail why.

(4/15/16) After a long bout of various misdeeds and adventures, many things have changed for Devil. She has cut many former alliances, lost others in the mix, gained a few new contacts, had her cold heart broken and broken a few along the way. Aside from a new group she takes contracts through, she mostly keeps to herself, save the occasional forays to the Mist, the Hinterlands, and other secluded places. When in the city-states, she might linger a while, but she generally doesn't socialize, save with a familiar face or two if they happen by.

(6/23/19) Once Baelsar's Wall fell to Alliance forces, Devil went off the radar for an extended period of time. Sightings of her in her usual haunts were down to rumor-only, while out on the Wall and surrounding territories a new spectre arose. Tales of a person or creature grew, fueled by disappearances of Imperial patrols near the Wall, that was said to make the sky itself rain blood. Pretty lofty stuff, even for Dev.

==Appearance==

[[File:Devil with shards.png|thumb|left|Devilish Sarracenia]]

Devil is a towering example of a female Roegadyn. At over seven fulms, she finds herself looking down on most people, which suits her just fine. Warm, deeply-tanned skin stretches taut over a form trained for strength and speed. Long, jet-black hair razored into a messy 'devil-may-care' cut frames a young (early- to mid-thirties) face, and provides a shroud for those eerily-pale lilac eyes to gleam mischievously from. Though it's not uncommon to see her in a full gear set, she typically prefers lighter, more comfortable outfits for reconnaissance, or for just meandering about town. Lean, lithe, and confident, she knows she's a force to be reckoned with.

A special note: those who are sensitive to aether in others will notice an anomaly in Devil's signature. It appears as a faint orange glow focusing around her heart. Those who are skilled in this study might even discern a very obscure crystalline shape, though it does not appear to be part of her physical form. Devil's body temperature runs notably higher than normal. (Worry not; she's not some Mary Sue half-primal disaster. This is a result of an RP adventure she became involved in.)Since recent events, the anomaly seems to have spread,focusing along sixteen major points throughout her body. The fever-like aura she typically exudes runs noticeably higher now, as well, and may indicate either an intensification of the anomaly, or perhaps a lack of control since its spread.

**Note:** Due to recent events, Devil's aether anomaly has shifted. There are no longer discernible points throughout her body where the aura focuses and her fever-like temperature has all but vanished except in very specific instances. '''Only characters who are fully-trained in and have the ability to sense or see aether will notice this''': Devil's aura is now very dark and appears almost wisp-like, vanishing in places where before it was solidly connected. It gives it a thin, smoke-like appearance with many segments missing at any time.

After an extended absence from the public eye, Devil has resurfaced, once again on this side of Baelsar's Wall. Her aura seems to be settled, though those gifted in viewing such things may note Dev's still fluctuates with strange colors and patterns, from wispy, fiery reds to thick, globulous blue-blacks, occasionally shifting to the smoke-like appearance of earlier record.

==Behavior==

Usually coming across as aloof or uncaring, Devil mainly keeps to herself. Occasionally, she will branch out and make contact with some random person, though these encounters typically end quickly. She does have a sense of humor, deranged though it may be, and a quick wit backed by a sharp tongue. It is not uncommon to witness a ridiculous chance of luck favoring this woman; for whatever the reason, and regardless of her deeds, she certainly has bouts of 'the Devil's luck'... or is it skill?

Devil actually does have a few scruples when it comes to her illegal activities: for one, she absolutely, without exception, hates those who deal in any manner of slave trading. Likewise, she harbors a deep hatred for Imperials and those who support Garlean conquest which, to her, is little better than slavery. For another, Pearl Lane is her territory. She defends it and the beggars who live there from would-be rival takeovers, though this is not common knowledge to those who do not reside in the Lane. Finally, and perhaps most strangely, this cold-blooded fiend has been known to randomly provide 'good deeds' to various people. These range from saving strange adventurers from certain doom, to 'accidentally' dropping a handful of gil in a starving mother's hands. If asked, she'll deny it, or wave it away with some comment about having done her good deed for the week.

After the Alliance's assault against Imperial hold, and the subsequent liberation of Ala Mhigo and Doma, Devil's presence along Pearl Lane has subsided markedly. With the refugees headed home, or finding new niches in the city-states, it would seem her protection is not required.

==History==

Devil was abandoned as an infant at the Gate of the Sultana in Ul'dah. With no clue to who her parents were or what fate befell them, she was given over to the local orphanage. Left with only a strange, thin metallic disc tied on a string around her neck, nothing was known of the child, save the one word on that disc- "Sarracenia". Scholars thought it a strange name, considering it was a known genus of carnivorous plant, reputed for luring its prey in close before delivering the killing blow. Certainly no name for a small child...

Over time, she earned her 'new' name, "Devilish". She was a handful, always managing to appear where she shouldn't be, vanishing on a whim, getting into trouble at the drop of a hat... She kept the matrons on their toes. During this time, she made her first, and likely only, friend. A fellow orphan, the little blonde-headed highlander girl went by the name of Lila, and though much quieter than the mischievous Devil, she tagged along like a shadow. The two became inseparable.

Years later, the pair were making one of their many forays into forbidden territory when they chanced upon a meeting of the matrons with a hooded figure. As they eavesdropped, they learned the matrons were making a deal to sell off some of the orphans and refugee children to this black-market dealer. The idea had Devil bristling, and with nowhere else to go, she and Lila ran away, into the streets of Ul'dah.

They survived with Devil stealing food for them while Lila begged for gil. Though they were poor, they were happy. They managed to get what they needed, most times, though there were plenty of hard times, especially when the thugs came through. The girls learned fast that when the alley got quiet, it was a cue to hide. It was not an easy life, and as they grew older, it didn't get any easier, but they managed.

Lila began taking odd jobs for merchants. She always had a better sense of morality than Devil, and felt that her stealing was unnecessary. Things were working out, until the poor girl took a job from a merchant known throughout the Lane for cruel, backhanded dealings. Devil pleaded with her to drop the job, but Lila was lured by the promise of good pay for a simple job. All she had to do was deliver a rare vase to a collector across town. Devil couldn't stop her. It should have been a quick job, two bells at most, but something was wrong. It had been too long. Devil tracked down the merchant and instead found a crowd. In the middle of it, a large, burly man, obviously a thug hired by the dirty merchant, was beating a young, blonde-headed girl... it was Lila. Devil saw red. She leaped onto the man's back and grabbed his jaw with one hand, her other at the back of his head. Without a second thought, she twisted. A loud snap, and the thug fell limp. She didn't care she'd just killed a man. She didn't care there were no less than a dozen witnesses. Her only thought was to save her sister, and with that, she helped Lila up, and got her back to their place in the Lane. The highlander was in bad shape, and could barely talk. Devil was doing all she could to help her, but she had no way of healing. Lila managed to tell her how she had been carrying the expensive vase to the buyer, when a large, cloaked man walked right into her, and knocked the vase to the ground, shattering it. When Lila went to tell the merchant, he flew into a rage, demanding she pay for the merchandise. When she told him she couldn't, he set his goon on her. Devil had an idea that the cloaked man and the goon were likely one and the same, and the whole thing had been a set-up by the cruel merchant. Before she could say as much, though, a woman in white interrupted. She had seen the fight start, and had gone to get the Brass Blades. It was over by the time she returned, and onlookers pointed her in the direction of Pearl Lane when she asked about the injured girl. Though Devil was wary of this stranger, Lila seemed comforted by her presence. As the woman began to channel healing magic, two of the Brass Blades showed up. They were getting mixed stories from the crowd, but one was certain; Devil had killed a man. As they began to drag her away, Devil saw the last of the woman's spell restore her friend. The woman, sensing her concern, called out that she would care for Lila in Devil's absence.

Ul'dah was in the middle of a refugee influx. Crimes and complaints were through the roof, and every day it seemed there was some new tragedy looming on the horizon. It was with little surprise that Devil learned hardly any leeway was being made in her case. By the time the Brass Blades learned the merchant had indeed set up the entire plot against Lila in an attempt to filch any gil she -had- earned, Devil had sat in the oubliette for nearly a year. During that time, the woman in white had come to see Devil a few times. At first, it was to tell her of Lila's welfare, at least until a few moons prior. The last time she came, the woman said she and her family had decided to adopt Lila. They were moving her to Limsa Lominsa for a fresh start. She extended the invitation for Devil to visit, though, deep down, the girl figured it was just a formality.

Once she was finally released, Devil went back to Pearl Lane. She thought it would be lonely and hard to bear. She was half-right. She missed her sister, but in the time she was gone, word of her attack on that man had spread, and grew into the beginnings of a reputation. Devil found herself on the cusp of something terrible... and great.

==Current Activities==
Devil has found herself wandering the new lands like so many others; Coerthas, Ishgard, and Dravania just to name a few, all for the promise of great challenges and greater loot. Aside from killing Nidhogg's dragons, a few heretics, and some stuffy-arsed paladins, things are fairly quiet for Devil... for the time being.

-- -- -- -- -- --

With the liberation of Doma and Ala Mhigo achieved, Dev has found herself once more meandering through the pubs and crawls in popular places, taking up contracts and making gil with odd jobs. Rumor has it something big is on the forefront, and with it comes new lands, new races, and new enemies to the slaughter. She's keeping her axe at the ready.

==Updates:==
8/28: After a sparring match turned sour, Devil sought out that insane Firebug, Ashe En'Vale again, to address the issue of the crystallized aether embedded within her. Ready with a solution, he took her and her healer of choice, Bloehaerz Blanceigsyn, deep into Urth's Fount and performed a dangerous, potentially-deadly ritual. It succeeded, but has presented new issues for her. The foci left by the first ritual have been completely absorbed into her own aether; they are no longer an issue, but in their wake, something darker lies. Where she had been learning how to draw aether off particular objects, and in one case a person, that ability has been stunted significantly by the process. She no longer emits a fiery, hot aura, but instead a chill seems to follow wherever she goes. She hates this, particularly up north. According to Ashe, she can relearn her fiery techniques, but it will take time. Until then, Dev might just be seen in warmer climes more often than previously, probably with nearby people treating her like a walking air conditioner. She -won't- be happy.

??: Devil went missing from the public eye for quite some time. Stories arose concerning her whereabouts, with speculations ranging from 'up north' to 'infiltrating Imperial strongholds' to the far-fetched 'the Void itself'. Very few people know the truth of it, and less would believe it if they heard. Upon her return, those sensitive to aether signatures will note an anomaly rivaling her usual oddness, and she's taken to keeping her forehead covered most times. On rare occasions, she might be found humming to herself, but if one listens closely enough, they'll note it's not humming, but a low, almost-growling conversation. Perhaps she's just plotting out loud? There are other, very small differences that seem to flare up only periodically, but they seem to be triggered by stress or anger. Devil has, since her return, seemed to cut ties with certain people; a former lover has been jilted along with any contacts she might have maintained within his free company. She has also picked up some new contacts, namely a band of miscreants who don't seem to notice or mind her penchant for the unsavory.

4/15: The group Devil now works with has signed onto a particularly interesting, if not equally dangerous job involving an ancient elezen who calls himself The Craftsman. Not much is known about the task at hand, or is open to discussion, only that it yet again involves shards of some sort and poses an imminent danger to all of Eorzea. It's like Ashe En'vale all over again... but with anger issues. And most likely death. Lots of death.

==Fun Devil Facts==

====Likes====
*Bolstering her bad-ass reputation
*Combat/danger in general
*Gil
*Tormenting people (it's a source of amusement)
*Learning more about that aether anomaly...
*Manly-men, not men in tights; not women with dicks either.

====Dislikes====
*Slavers
*Imperials and their supporters
*Miqo'te
*Merchants (the crooked ones)
*Children
*Whiny, dumb, or immature people
*'Chipper' folk
*Boredom
*Trash-can armor (shite's hot, feels like you're strapped to a long spine board, and can't see for squat!)
*Know-it-all, holier-than-thou paladins (grinds teeth just thinking about it...)
*Miqo'te.

==The Rumor Mill==

==='''Common Hear-say'''===

*"Y'know she killed a man when she was jus' a kid... big man, too. Some hired fella for a merchant. Th' way I hear it, took five Brass Blades t' catch 'er an' bring 'er in, an' even then, they was pale an' sweatin' with nerves from bein' close to 'er." -''merchant of Ul'dah''

*"Ain't nobody on the Lane don't know that girl. She's like a phantom, lingerin' in th' shadows. Some say she guards th' place. Others say her motives ain't so nice. I like t' think she's keepin' an eye on us." -''Landebert''

*"Don't pay any mind to what these drunks say about that girl. They're heart-sore she turned 'em down's all. She's all brambles and thorns, but there's a rose down in there, you have my word. I've seen 'er show kindness to people b'fore, though she'll deny it if ya ask 'er." -''Momodi''

==='''Uncommon Hear-say'''===

*"That girl's trouble of the wors' sort! I hear she's got a voidspawn trapped, an' uses it t' do 'er biddin'!" -''Raging Merchant of Ul'dah''

*"No, no, that ain't it! It ain't no 'voidspawn'; an ''Ascian'' tried to possess 'er, an' she trapped it in 'er mind! She leeches off its aether to fuel 'er chi or chai, or whatever th' hells her type fight with!" -''Raving Merchant of Ul'dah''

*"She's got just the right people in her pocket. Girl gets away with murder, ''literally''. I hear she's even got a pet paladin. Some say he protects her from the worst of the political and legal recursions; then some say it's the other way around. She does the dirty work he won't. Either way, it's best to stay on her good side. Or at least her indifferent side." -''Jenlyns''

*"Somethin's wrong about that girl. Ever seen 'er in the rain? Watch; wherever that rain hits 'er, it steams. Like she's runnin' the worst fever in th' history of Eorzea. I'm tellin' ya, she ain't right. Something's odd in her aether signature too, but she won't let anybody study her to find out what." -''Mamane''

*"I... Fine, fine... "Devilish struts about in that v-neck vest of hers, her bindings tucked loosely around her assets for all the world to see. The shoulder pauldron on her vest glints in the sunlight, catching the eye of all, each spike sparkling like freshly wrought steel and freshly buffed. Her pants clutch her derrière tightly, leaving nothing to the imagination as their black leather clings to her like a second skin. The hem of her pantline is so low cut one can see the faint traces of her hip--" Ugh! No. No, Vervara, I refuse to read this... What? No. I refuse! What?! Fine! Something about the city was burning down around her, but let me continue about how lushious her hair is! Ugh!" -''[[Sabine Aislihn]]''

==='''Rare Hear-say'''===

*"That girl can sing. She doesn't do it often, or where people c'n hear 'er, but I swear I heard 'er one day, down in the oubliette. It's... haunting." -''Aubelet''

*"Up in Coerthas, they swear she's a dragon. Said she even breathed a lick of fire at a guard once." -''overheard between two Wood Wailers at Buscarron's Druthers''

*"She once punched a primal so hard, it ''had children''." -''drunken Quicksand patron, who claims to be one of said children''
[[Category:Balmung]]

Devilish Sarracenia

2019-06-24T00:39:20Z

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[[category:Player Character]]
[[File:Devil closeup2.png|thumb|right|Person of Interest #929213, "Devil" (Balmung, NA server) ]]

==Public Record==

'''Brass Blades 'Person of Interest' File #929213:'''

'''Name:''' Devil

'''Race:''' Hellsguard Roegadyn

'''Gender:''' Female

'''Height:''' 7 fulms, 3.7 ilms

'''Known Record and Suspected Activities:'''

929213, or "Devil", first showed up in Ul'dah's Brass Blades files as a missing person from a local orphanage, back in 1557.
Though several attempts were made to apprehend and return her, she showed an aptitude for escaping confinement.
Eventually, further attempts were stalled due to the influx of refugees, though reports continued to trickle in of a girl fitting
929213's description filching food from local vendors. No major infractions occurred until later, in 1569, when 929213 was accused
of assault. When it was discovered the 'victim' was a known slave trader, the charges were dropped against 929213, as it was
generally considered self-defense. Her activities were known, but generally overlooked until 1571, when she attacked a hired hand
of a local merchant, only this assault led to murder. She was sentenced to an indefinite term in the oubliette while the
investigation was underway. Later, it was determined that the man and his employer were part of an underhanded dealing scheme in
which a young girl had been caught. The man had assaulted the girl, and 929213 intervened. She served a twelve-moon sentence before
release in late 1572.

Since her release, 929213's activities have increased in violence and frequency, from assault to known mercenary work, along with
suspected illegal interrogation methods, assassinations, and dealings with Ul'dah's Syndicate. However, with the continual influx of
refugees and the increased mobility with which 929213 has gained via her contacts, capture is unlikely, and solid proof of her misdeeds
are even harder to come by.

==General==

Though she does not have a permanent place of residence, Devil can most often be found prowling the back alleys and seedy neighborhoods of Ul'dah, Limsa Lominsa, and occasionally Gridania. Not always the most social of people, Devil prefers to maintain a low profile, which is strangely easy for this tall Roegadyn. She is suspected of participation or instigation in a variety of crimes, ranging from simple theft up to coordinated assassinations. However, she has built her reputation with just the right people; from members of the Ul'dahn Syndicate to certain individuals within the Brass Blades, to important figureheads in the other city-states as well, not to mention her contacts with the Scions of the Seventh Dawn themselves. She has effectively surrounded herself with powerful people and keeps herself just useful enough to their endeavors to prevent most attempts at her incarceration.

Recent Events:
(8/13/14) Devil showed up at the Oak Inn in the Lavender Beds in the company of a strange, red-haired man. She was unconscious when he delivered her to the property. The proprietor of the establishment questioned the man on Devil's condition, to which he admitted stabbing her sixteen times 'because she asked for it'. Under threat of arrest, he left, but the circumstances surrounding Devil's state remain a mystery. Of note, she seemed to be running a severe fever, but otherwise showed no signs of assault. She was ushered to a private quarters once she regained consciousness, though nothing further has been revealed about the strange man or his motives.

Update: The strange red-headed man was none other than Ashe En'Vale, notorious shard-shanking firebug. Devil has had several encounters with this lunatic, most of them amusing, if not altogether positive. After recuperating, she admitted she -did- ask for the "stabbing", but refused to go into detail why.

(4/15/16) After a long bout of various misdeeds and adventures, many things have changed for Devil. She has cut many former alliances, lost others in the mix, gained a few new contacts, had her cold heart broken and broken a few along the way. Aside from a new group she takes contracts through, she mostly keeps to herself, save the occasional forays to the Mist, the Hinterlands, and other secluded places. When in the city-states, she might linger a while, but she generally doesn't socialize, save with a familiar face or two if they happen by.

(6/23/19) Once Baelsar's Wall fell to Alliance forces, Devil went off the radar for an extended period of time. Sightings of her in her usual haunts were down to rumor-only, while out on the Wall and surrounding territories a new spectre arose. Tales of a person or creature grew, fueled by disappearances of Imperial patrols near the Wall, that was said to make the sky itself rain blood. Pretty lofty stuff, even for Dev.

==Appearance==

[[File:Devil with shards.png|thumb|left|Devilish Sarracenia]]

Devil is a towering example of a female Roegadyn. At over seven fulms, she finds herself looking down on most people, which suits her just fine. Warm, deeply-tanned skin stretches taut over a form trained for strength and speed. Long, jet-black hair razored into a messy 'devil-may-care' cut frames a young (early- to mid-thirties) face, and provides a shroud for those eerily-pale lilac eyes to gleam mischievously from. Though it's not uncommon to see her in a full gear set, she typically prefers lighter, more comfortable outfits for reconnaissance, or for just meandering about town. Lean, lithe, and confident, she knows she's a force to be reckoned with.

A special note: those who are sensitive to aether in others will notice an anomaly in Devil's signature. It appears as a faint orange glow focusing around her heart. Those who are skilled in this study might even discern a very obscure crystalline shape, though it does not appear to be part of her physical form. Devil's body temperature runs notably higher than normal. (Worry not; she's not some Mary Sue half-primal disaster. This is a result of an RP adventure she became involved in.)Since recent events, the anomaly seems to have spread,focusing along sixteen major points throughout her body. The fever-like aura she typically exudes runs noticeably higher now, as well, and may indicate either an intensification of the anomaly, or perhaps a lack of control since its spread.

**Note:** Due to recent events, Devil's aether anomaly has shifted. There are no longer discernible points throughout her body where the aura focuses and her fever-like temperature has all but vanished except in very specific instances. '''Only characters who are fully-trained in and have the ability to sense or see aether will notice this''': Devil's aura is now very dark and appears almost wisp-like, vanishing in places where before it was solidly connected. It gives it a thin, smoke-like appearance with many segments missing at any time.

After an extended absence from the public eye, Devil has resurfaced, once again on this side of Baelsar's Wall. Her aura seems to be settled, though those gifted in viewing such things may note Dev's still fluctuates with strange colors and patterns, from wispy, fiery reds to thick, globulous blue-blacks, occasionally shifting to the smoke-like appearance of earlier record.

==Behavior==

Usually coming across as aloof or uncaring, Devil mainly keeps to herself. Occasionally, she will branch out and make contact with some random person, though these encounters typically end quickly. She does have a sense of humor, deranged though it may be, and a quick wit backed by a sharp tongue. It is not uncommon to witness a ridiculous chance of luck favoring this woman; for whatever the reason, and regardless of her deeds, she certainly has bouts of 'the Devil's luck'... or is it skill?

Devil actually does have a few scruples when it comes to her illegal activities: for one, she absolutely, without exception, hates those who deal in any manner of slave trading. Likewise, she harbors a deep hatred for Imperials and those who support Garlean conquest which, to her, is little better than slavery. For another, Pearl Lane is her territory. She defends it and the beggars who live there from would-be rival takeovers, though this is not common knowledge to those who do not reside in the Lane. Finally, and perhaps most strangely, this cold-blooded fiend has been known to randomly provide 'good deeds' to various people. These range from saving strange adventurers from certain doom, to 'accidentally' dropping a handful of gil in a starving mother's hands. If asked, she'll deny it, or wave it away with some comment about having done her good deed for the week.

After the Alliance's assault against Imperial hold, and the subsequent liberation of Ala Mhigo and Doma, Devil's presence along Pearl Lane has subsided markedly. With the refugees headed home, or finding new niches in the city-states, it would seem her protection is not required.

==History==

Devil was abandoned as an infant at the Gate of the Sultana in Ul'dah. With no clue to who her parents were or what fate befell them, she was given over to the local orphanage. Left with only a strange, thin metallic disc tied on a string around her neck, nothing was known of the child, save the one word on that disc- "Sarracenia". Scholars thought it a strange name, considering it was a known genus of carnivorous plant, reputed for luring its prey in close before delivering the killing blow. Certainly no name for a small child...

Over time, she earned her 'new' name, "Devilish". She was a handful, always managing to appear where she shouldn't be, vanishing on a whim, getting into trouble at the drop of a hat... She kept the matrons on their toes. During this time, she made her first, and likely only, friend. A fellow orphan, the little blonde-headed highlander girl went by the name of Lila, and though much quieter than the mischievous Devil, she tagged along like a shadow. The two became inseparable.

Years later, the pair were making one of their many forays into forbidden territory when they chanced upon a meeting of the matrons with a hooded figure. As they eavesdropped, they learned the matrons were making a deal to sell off some of the orphans and refugee children to this black-market dealer. The idea had Devil bristling, and with nowhere else to go, she and Lila ran away, into the streets of Ul'dah.

They survived with Devil stealing food for them while Lila begged for gil. Though they were poor, they were happy. They managed to get what they needed, most times, though there were plenty of hard times, especially when the thugs came through. The girls learned fast that when the alley got quiet, it was a cue to hide. It was not an easy life, and as they grew older, it didn't get any easier, but they managed.

Lila began taking odd jobs for merchants. She always had a better sense of morality than Devil, and felt that her stealing was unnecessary. Things were working out, until the poor girl took a job from a merchant known throughout the Lane for cruel, backhanded dealings. Devil pleaded with her to drop the job, but Lila was lured by the promise of good pay for a simple job. All she had to do was deliver a rare vase to a collector across town. Devil couldn't stop her. It should have been a quick job, two bells at most, but something was wrong. It had been too long. Devil tracked down the merchant and instead found a crowd. In the middle of it, a large, burly man, obviously a thug hired by the dirty merchant, was beating a young, blonde-headed girl... it was Lila. Devil saw red. She leaped onto the man's back and grabbed his jaw with one hand, her other at the back of his head. Without a second thought, she twisted. A loud snap, and the thug fell limp. She didn't care she'd just killed a man. She didn't care there were no less than a dozen witnesses. Her only thought was to save her sister, and with that, she helped Lila up, and got her back to their place in the Lane. The highlander was in bad shape, and could barely talk. Devil was doing all she could to help her, but she had no way of healing. Lila managed to tell her how she had been carrying the expensive vase to the buyer, when a large, cloaked man walked right into her, and knocked the vase to the ground, shattering it. When Lila went to tell the merchant, he flew into a rage, demanding she pay for the merchandise. When she told him she couldn't, he set his goon on her. Devil had an idea that the cloaked man and the goon were likely one and the same, and the whole thing had been a set-up by the cruel merchant. Before she could say as much, though, a woman in white interrupted. She had seen the fight start, and had gone to get the Brass Blades. It was over by the time she returned, and onlookers pointed her in the direction of Pearl Lane when she asked about the injured girl. Though Devil was wary of this stranger, Lila seemed comforted by her presence. As the woman began to channel healing magic, two of the Brass Blades showed up. They were getting mixed stories from the crowd, but one was certain; Devil had killed a man. As they began to drag her away, Devil saw the last of the woman's spell restore her friend. The woman, sensing her concern, called out that she would care for Lila in Devil's absence.

Ul'dah was in the middle of a refugee influx. Crimes and complaints were through the roof, and every day it seemed there was some new tragedy looming on the horizon. It was with little surprise that Devil learned hardly any leeway was being made in her case. By the time the Brass Blades learned the merchant had indeed set up the entire plot against Lila in an attempt to filch any gil she -had- earned, Devil had sat in the oubliette for nearly a year. During that time, the woman in white had come to see Devil a few times. At first, it was to tell her of Lila's welfare, at least until a few moons prior. The last time she came, the woman said she and her family had decided to adopt Lila. They were moving her to Limsa Lominsa for a fresh start. She extended the invitation for Devil to visit, though, deep down, the girl figured it was just a formality.

Once she was finally released, Devil went back to Pearl Lane. She thought it would be lonely and hard to bear. She was half-right. She missed her sister, but in the time she was gone, word of her attack on that man had spread, and grew into the beginnings of a reputation. Devil found herself on the cusp of something terrible... and great.

==Current Activities==
Devil has found herself wandering the new lands like so many others; Coerthas, Ishgard, and Dravania just to name a few, all for the promise of great challenges and greater loot. Aside from killing Nidhogg's dragons, a few heretics, and some stuffy-arsed paladins, things are fairly quiet for Devil... for the time being.

==Updates:==
8/28: After a sparring match turned sour, Devil sought out that insane Firebug, Ashe En'Vale again, to address the issue of the crystallized aether embedded within her. Ready with a solution, he took her and her healer of choice, Bloehaerz Blanceigsyn, deep into Urth's Fount and performed a dangerous, potentially-deadly ritual. It succeeded, but has presented new issues for her. The foci left by the first ritual have been completely absorbed into her own aether; they are no longer an issue, but in their wake, something darker lies. Where she had been learning how to draw aether off particular objects, and in one case a person, that ability has been stunted significantly by the process. She no longer emits a fiery, hot aura, but instead a chill seems to follow wherever she goes. She hates this, particularly up north. According to Ashe, she can relearn her fiery techniques, but it will take time. Until then, Dev might just be seen in warmer climes more often than previously, probably with nearby people treating her like a walking air conditioner. She -won't- be happy.

??: Devil went missing from the public eye for quite some time. Stories arose concerning her whereabouts, with speculations ranging from 'up north' to 'infiltrating Imperial strongholds' to the far-fetched 'the Void itself'. Very few people know the truth of it, and less would believe it if they heard. Upon her return, those sensitive to aether signatures will note an anomaly rivaling her usual oddness, and she's taken to keeping her forehead covered most times. On rare occasions, she might be found humming to herself, but if one listens closely enough, they'll note it's not humming, but a low, almost-growling conversation. Perhaps she's just plotting out loud? There are other, very small differences that seem to flare up only periodically, but they seem to be triggered by stress or anger. Devil has, since her return, seemed to cut ties with certain people; a former lover has been jilted along with any contacts she might have maintained within his free company. She has also picked up some new contacts, namely a band of miscreants who don't seem to notice or mind her penchant for the unsavory.

4/15: The group Devil now works with has signed onto a particularly interesting, if not equally dangerous job involving an ancient elezen who calls himself The Craftsman. Not much is known about the task at hand, or is open to discussion, only that it yet again involves shards of some sort and poses an imminent danger to all of Eorzea. It's like Ashe En'vale all over again... but with anger issues. And most likely death. Lots of death.

==Fun Devil Facts==

====Likes====
*Bolstering her bad-ass reputation
*Combat/danger in general
*Gil
*Tormenting people (it's a source of amusement)
*Learning more about that aether anomaly...
*Manly-men, not men in tights; not women with dicks either.

====Dislikes====
*Slavers
*Imperials and their supporters
*Miqo'te
*Merchants (the crooked ones)
*Children
*Whiny, dumb, or immature people
*'Chipper' folk
*Boredom
*Trash-can armor (shite's hot, feels like you're strapped to a long spine board, and can't see for squat!)
*Know-it-all, holier-than-thou paladins (grinds teeth just thinking about it...)
*Miqo'te.

==The Rumor Mill==

==='''Common Hear-say'''===

*"Y'know she killed a man when she was jus' a kid... big man, too. Some hired fella for a merchant. Th' way I hear it, took five Brass Blades t' catch 'er an' bring 'er in, an' even then, they was pale an' sweatin' with nerves from bein' close to 'er." -''merchant of Ul'dah''

*"Ain't nobody on the Lane don't know that girl. She's like a phantom, lingerin' in th' shadows. Some say she guards th' place. Others say her motives ain't so nice. I like t' think she's keepin' an eye on us." -''Landebert''

*"Don't pay any mind to what these drunks say about that girl. They're heart-sore she turned 'em down's all. She's all brambles and thorns, but there's a rose down in there, you have my word. I've seen 'er show kindness to people b'fore, though she'll deny it if ya ask 'er." -''Momodi''

==='''Uncommon Hear-say'''===

*"That girl's trouble of the wors' sort! I hear she's got a voidspawn trapped, an' uses it t' do 'er biddin'!" -''Raging Merchant of Ul'dah''

*"No, no, that ain't it! It ain't no 'voidspawn'; an ''Ascian'' tried to possess 'er, an' she trapped it in 'er mind! She leeches off its aether to fuel 'er chi or chai, or whatever th' hells her type fight with!" -''Raving Merchant of Ul'dah''

*"She's got just the right people in her pocket. Girl gets away with murder, ''literally''. I hear she's even got a pet paladin. Some say he protects her from the worst of the political and legal recursions; then some say it's the other way around. She does the dirty work he won't. Either way, it's best to stay on her good side. Or at least her indifferent side." -''Jenlyns''

*"Somethin's wrong about that girl. Ever seen 'er in the rain? Watch; wherever that rain hits 'er, it steams. Like she's runnin' the worst fever in th' history of Eorzea. I'm tellin' ya, she ain't right. Something's odd in her aether signature too, but she won't let anybody study her to find out what." -''Mamane''

*"I... Fine, fine... "Devilish struts about in that v-neck vest of hers, her bindings tucked loosely around her assets for all the world to see. The shoulder pauldron on her vest glints in the sunlight, catching the eye of all, each spike sparkling like freshly wrought steel and freshly buffed. Her pants clutch her derrière tightly, leaving nothing to the imagination as their black leather clings to her like a second skin. The hem of her pantline is so low cut one can see the faint traces of her hip--" Ugh! No. No, Vervara, I refuse to read this... What? No. I refuse! What?! Fine! Something about the city was burning down around her, but let me continue about how lushious her hair is! Ugh!" -''[[Sabine Aislihn]]''

==='''Rare Hear-say'''===

*"That girl can sing. She doesn't do it often, or where people c'n hear 'er, but I swear I heard 'er one day, down in the oubliette. It's... haunting." -''Aubelet''

*"Up in Coerthas, they swear she's a dragon. Said she even breathed a lick of fire at a guard once." -''overheard between two Wood Wailers at Buscarron's Druthers''

*"She once punched a primal so hard, it ''had children''." -''drunken Quicksand patron, who claims to be one of said children''
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Devilish Sarracenia

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[[File:Devil closeup2.png|thumb|right|Person of Interest #929213, "Devil" (Balmung, NA server) ]]

==Public Record==

'''Brass Blades 'Person of Interest' File #929213:'''

'''Name:''' Devil

'''Race:''' Hellsguard Roegadyn

'''Gender:''' Female

'''Height:''' 7 fulms, 3.7 ilms

'''Known Record and Suspected Activities:'''

929213, or "Devil", first showed up in Ul'dah's Brass Blades files as a missing person from a local orphanage, back in 1557.
Though several attempts were made to apprehend and return her, she showed an aptitude for escaping confinement.
Eventually, further attempts were stalled due to the influx of refugees, though reports continued to trickle in of a girl fitting
929213's description filching food from local vendors. No major infractions occurred until later, in 1569, when 929213 was accused
of assault. When it was discovered the 'victim' was a known slave trader, the charges were dropped against 929213, as it was
generally considered self-defense. Her activities were known, but generally overlooked until 1571, when she attacked a hired hand
of a local merchant, only this assault led to murder. She was sentenced to an indefinite term in the oubliette while the
investigation was underway. Later, it was determined that the man and his employer were part of an underhanded dealing scheme in
which a young girl had been caught. The man had assaulted the girl, and 929213 intervened. She served a twelve-moon sentence before
release in late 1572.

Since her release, 929213's activities have increased in violence and frequency, from assault to known mercenary work, along with
suspected illegal interrogation methods, assassinations, and dealings with Ul'dah's Syndicate. However, with the continual influx of
refugees and the increased mobility with which 929213 has gained via her contacts, capture is unlikely, and solid proof of her misdeeds
are even harder to come by.

==General==

Though she does not have a permanent place of residence, Devil can most often be found prowling the back alleys and seedy neighborhoods of Ul'dah, Limsa Lominsa, and occasionally Gridania. Not always the most social of people, Devil prefers to maintain a low profile, which is strangely easy for this tall Roegadyn. She is suspected of participation or instigation in a variety of crimes, ranging from simple theft up to coordinated assassinations. However, she has built her reputation with just the right people; from members of the Ul'dahn Syndicate to certain individuals within the Brass Blades, to important figureheads in the other city-states as well, not to mention her contacts with the Scions of the Seventh Dawn themselves. She has effectively surrounded herself with powerful people and keeps herself just useful enough to their endeavors to prevent most attempts at her incarceration.

Recent Events:
(8/13/14) Devil showed up at the Oak Inn in the Lavender Beds in the company of a strange, red-haired man. She was unconscious when he delivered her to the property. The proprietor of the establishment questioned the man on Devil's condition, to which he admitted stabbing her sixteen times 'because she asked for it'. Under threat of arrest, he left, but the circumstances surrounding Devil's state remain a mystery. Of note, she seemed to be running a severe fever, but otherwise showed no signs of assault. She was ushered to a private quarters once she regained consciousness, though nothing further has been revealed about the strange man or his motives.

Update: The strange red-headed man was none other than Ashe En'Vale, notorious shard-shanking firebug. Devil has had several encounters with this lunatic, most of them amusing, if not altogether positive. After recuperating, she admitted she -did- ask for the "stabbing", but refused to go into detail why.

(4/15/16) After a long bout of various misdeeds and adventures, many things have changed for Devil. She has cut many former alliances, lost others in the mix, gained a few new contacts, had her cold heart broken and broken a few along the way. Aside from a new group she takes contracts through, she mostly keeps to herself, save the occasional forays to the Mist, the Hinterlands, and other secluded places. When in the city-states, she might linger a while, but she generally doesn't socialize, save with a familiar face or two if they happen by.

(6/23/19) Once Baelsar's Wall fell to Alliance forces, Devil went off the radar for an extended period of time. Sightings of her in her usual haunts were down to rumor-only, while out on the Wall and surrounding territories a new spectre arose. Tales of a person or creature grew, fueled by disappearances of Imperial patrols near the Wall, that was said to make the sky itself rain blood. Pretty lofty stuff, even for Dev.

==Appearance==

[[File:Devil with shards.png|thumb|left|Devilish Sarracenia]]

Devil is a towering example of a female Roegadyn. At over seven fulms, she finds herself looking down on most people, which suits her just fine. Warm, deeply-tanned skin stretches taut over a form trained for strength and speed. Long, jet-black hair razored into a messy 'devil-may-care' cut frames a young (early- to mid-thirties) face, and provides a shroud for those eerily-pale lilac eyes to gleam mischievously from. Though it's not uncommon to see her in a full gear set, she typically prefers lighter, more comfortable outfits for reconnaissance, or for just meandering about town. Lean, lithe, and confident, she knows she's a force to be reckoned with.

A special note: those who are sensitive to aether in others will notice an anomaly in Devil's signature. It appears as a faint orange glow focusing around her heart. Those who are skilled in this study might even discern a very obscure crystalline shape, though it does not appear to be part of her physical form. Devil's body temperature runs notably higher than normal. (Worry not; she's not some Mary Sue half-primal disaster. This is a result of an RP adventure she became involved in.)Since recent events, the anomaly seems to have spread,focusing along sixteen major points throughout her body. The fever-like aura she typically exudes runs noticeably higher now, as well, and may indicate either an intensification of the anomaly, or perhaps a lack of control since its spread.

**Note:** Due to recent events, Devil's aether anomaly has shifted. There are no longer discernible points throughout her body where the aura focuses and her fever-like temperature has all but vanished except in very specific instances. '''Only characters who are fully-trained in and have the ability to sense or see aether will notice this''': Devil's aura is now very dark and appears almost wisp-like, vanishing in places where before it was solidly connected. It gives it a thin, smoke-like appearance with many segments missing at any time.

After an extended absence from the public eye, Devil has resurfaced, once again on this side of Baelsar's Wall. Her aura seems to be settled, though those gifted in viewing such things may note Dev's still fluctuates with strange colors and patterns, from wispy, fiery reds to thick, globulous blue-blacks, occasionally shifting to the smoke-like appearance of earlier record.

==Behavior==

Usually coming across as aloof or uncaring, Devil mainly keeps to herself. Occasionally, she will branch out and make contact with some random person, though these encounters typically end quickly. She does have a sense of humor, deranged though it may be, and a quick wit backed by a sharp tongue. It is not uncommon to witness a ridiculous chance of luck favoring this woman; for whatever the reason, and regardless of her deeds, she certainly has bouts of 'the Devil's luck'... or is it skill?

Devil actually does have a few scruples when it comes to her illegal activities: for one, she absolutely, without exception, hates those who deal in any manner of slave trading. Likewise, she harbors a deep hatred for Imperials and those who support Garlean conquest which, to her, is little better than slavery. For another, Pearl Lane is her territory. She defends it and the beggars who live there from would-be rival takeovers, though this is not common knowledge to those who do not reside in the Lane. Finally, and perhaps most strangely, this cold-blooded fiend has been known to randomly provide 'good deeds' to various people. These range from saving strange adventurers from certain doom, to 'accidentally' dropping a handful of gil in a starving mother's hands. If asked, she'll deny it, or wave it away with some comment about having done her good deed for the week.

==History==

Devil was abandoned as an infant at the Gate of the Sultana in Ul'dah. With no clue to who her parents were or what fate befell them, she was given over to the local orphanage. Left with only a strange, thin metallic disc tied on a string around her neck, nothing was known of the child, save the one word on that disc- "Sarracenia". Scholars thought it a strange name, considering it was a known genus of carnivorous plant, reputed for luring its prey in close before delivering the killing blow. Certainly no name for a small child...

Over time, she earned her 'new' name, "Devilish". She was a handful, always managing to appear where she shouldn't be, vanishing on a whim, getting into trouble at the drop of a hat... She kept the matrons on their toes. During this time, she made her first, and likely only, friend. A fellow orphan, the little blonde-headed highlander girl went by the name of Lila, and though much quieter than the mischievous Devil, she tagged along like a shadow. The two became inseparable.

Years later, the pair were making one of their many forays into forbidden territory when they chanced upon a meeting of the matrons with a hooded figure. As they eavesdropped, they learned the matrons were making a deal to sell off some of the orphans and refugee children to this black-market dealer. The idea had Devil bristling, and with nowhere else to go, she and Lila ran away, into the streets of Ul'dah.

They survived with Devil stealing food for them while Lila begged for gil. Though they were poor, they were happy. They managed to get what they needed, most times, though there were plenty of hard times, especially when the thugs came through. The girls learned fast that when the alley got quiet, it was a cue to hide. It was not an easy life, and as they grew older, it didn't get any easier, but they managed.

Lila began taking odd jobs for merchants. She always had a better sense of morality than Devil, and felt that her stealing was unnecessary. Things were working out, until the poor girl took a job from a merchant known throughout the Lane for cruel, backhanded dealings. Devil pleaded with her to drop the job, but Lila was lured by the promise of good pay for a simple job. All she had to do was deliver a rare vase to a collector across town. Devil couldn't stop her. It should have been a quick job, two bells at most, but something was wrong. It had been too long. Devil tracked down the merchant and instead found a crowd. In the middle of it, a large, burly man, obviously a thug hired by the dirty merchant, was beating a young, blonde-headed girl... it was Lila. Devil saw red. She leaped onto the man's back and grabbed his jaw with one hand, her other at the back of his head. Without a second thought, she twisted. A loud snap, and the thug fell limp. She didn't care she'd just killed a man. She didn't care there were no less than a dozen witnesses. Her only thought was to save her sister, and with that, she helped Lila up, and got her back to their place in the Lane. The highlander was in bad shape, and could barely talk. Devil was doing all she could to help her, but she had no way of healing. Lila managed to tell her how she had been carrying the expensive vase to the buyer, when a large, cloaked man walked right into her, and knocked the vase to the ground, shattering it. When Lila went to tell the merchant, he flew into a rage, demanding she pay for the merchandise. When she told him she couldn't, he set his goon on her. Devil had an idea that the cloaked man and the goon were likely one and the same, and the whole thing had been a set-up by the cruel merchant. Before she could say as much, though, a woman in white interrupted. She had seen the fight start, and had gone to get the Brass Blades. It was over by the time she returned, and onlookers pointed her in the direction of Pearl Lane when she asked about the injured girl. Though Devil was wary of this stranger, Lila seemed comforted by her presence. As the woman began to channel healing magic, two of the Brass Blades showed up. They were getting mixed stories from the crowd, but one was certain; Devil had killed a man. As they began to drag her away, Devil saw the last of the woman's spell restore her friend. The woman, sensing her concern, called out that she would care for Lila in Devil's absence.

Ul'dah was in the middle of a refugee influx. Crimes and complaints were through the roof, and every day it seemed there was some new tragedy looming on the horizon. It was with little surprise that Devil learned hardly any leeway was being made in her case. By the time the Brass Blades learned the merchant had indeed set up the entire plot against Lila in an attempt to filch any gil she -had- earned, Devil had sat in the oubliette for nearly a year. During that time, the woman in white had come to see Devil a few times. At first, it was to tell her of Lila's welfare, at least until a few moons prior. The last time she came, the woman said she and her family had decided to adopt Lila. They were moving her to Limsa Lominsa for a fresh start. She extended the invitation for Devil to visit, though, deep down, the girl figured it was just a formality.

Once she was finally released, Devil went back to Pearl Lane. She thought it would be lonely and hard to bear. She was half-right. She missed her sister, but in the time she was gone, word of her attack on that man had spread, and grew into the beginnings of a reputation. Devil found herself on the cusp of something terrible... and great.

==Current Activities==
Devil has found herself wandering the new lands like so many others; Coerthas, Ishgard, and Dravania just to name a few, all for the promise of great challenges and greater loot. Aside from killing Nidhogg's dragons, a few heretics, and some stuffy-arsed paladins, things are fairly quiet for Devil... for the time being.

==Updates:==
8/28: After a sparring match turned sour, Devil sought out that insane Firebug, Ashe En'Vale again, to address the issue of the crystallized aether embedded within her. Ready with a solution, he took her and her healer of choice, Bloehaerz Blanceigsyn, deep into Urth's Fount and performed a dangerous, potentially-deadly ritual. It succeeded, but has presented new issues for her. The foci left by the first ritual have been completely absorbed into her own aether; they are no longer an issue, but in their wake, something darker lies. Where she had been learning how to draw aether off particular objects, and in one case a person, that ability has been stunted significantly by the process. She no longer emits a fiery, hot aura, but instead a chill seems to follow wherever she goes. She hates this, particularly up north. According to Ashe, she can relearn her fiery techniques, but it will take time. Until then, Dev might just be seen in warmer climes more often than previously, probably with nearby people treating her like a walking air conditioner. She -won't- be happy.

??: Devil went missing from the public eye for quite some time. Stories arose concerning her whereabouts, with speculations ranging from 'up north' to 'infiltrating Imperial strongholds' to the far-fetched 'the Void itself'. Very few people know the truth of it, and less would believe it if they heard. Upon her return, those sensitive to aether signatures will note an anomaly rivaling her usual oddness, and she's taken to keeping her forehead covered most times. On rare occasions, she might be found humming to herself, but if one listens closely enough, they'll note it's not humming, but a low, almost-growling conversation. Perhaps she's just plotting out loud? There are other, very small differences that seem to flare up only periodically, but they seem to be triggered by stress or anger. Devil has, since her return, seemed to cut ties with certain people; a former lover has been jilted along with any contacts she might have maintained within his free company. She has also picked up some new contacts, namely a band of miscreants who don't seem to notice or mind her penchant for the unsavory.

4/15: The group Devil now works with has signed onto a particularly interesting, if not equally dangerous job involving an ancient elezen who calls himself The Craftsman. Not much is known about the task at hand, or is open to discussion, only that it yet again involves shards of some sort and poses an imminent danger to all of Eorzea. It's like Ashe En'vale all over again... but with anger issues. And most likely death. Lots of death.

==Fun Devil Facts==

====Likes====
*Bolstering her bad-ass reputation
*Combat/danger in general
*Gil
*Tormenting people (it's a source of amusement)
*Learning more about that aether anomaly...
*Manly-men, not men in tights; not women with dicks either.

====Dislikes====
*Slavers
*Imperials and their supporters
*Miqo'te
*Merchants (the crooked ones)
*Children
*Whiny, dumb, or immature people
*'Chipper' folk
*Boredom
*Trash-can armor (shite's hot, feels like you're strapped to a long spine board, and can't see for squat!)
*Know-it-all, holier-than-thou paladins (grinds teeth just thinking about it...)
*Miqo'te.

==The Rumor Mill==

==='''Common Hear-say'''===

*"Y'know she killed a man when she was jus' a kid... big man, too. Some hired fella for a merchant. Th' way I hear it, took five Brass Blades t' catch 'er an' bring 'er in, an' even then, they was pale an' sweatin' with nerves from bein' close to 'er." -''merchant of Ul'dah''

*"Ain't nobody on the Lane don't know that girl. She's like a phantom, lingerin' in th' shadows. Some say she guards th' place. Others say her motives ain't so nice. I like t' think she's keepin' an eye on us." -''Landebert''

*"Don't pay any mind to what these drunks say about that girl. They're heart-sore she turned 'em down's all. She's all brambles and thorns, but there's a rose down in there, you have my word. I've seen 'er show kindness to people b'fore, though she'll deny it if ya ask 'er." -''Momodi''

==='''Uncommon Hear-say'''===

*"That girl's trouble of the wors' sort! I hear she's got a voidspawn trapped, an' uses it t' do 'er biddin'!" -''Raging Merchant of Ul'dah''

*"No, no, that ain't it! It ain't no 'voidspawn'; an ''Ascian'' tried to possess 'er, an' she trapped it in 'er mind! She leeches off its aether to fuel 'er chi or chai, or whatever th' hells her type fight with!" -''Raving Merchant of Ul'dah''

*"She's got just the right people in her pocket. Girl gets away with murder, ''literally''. I hear she's even got a pet paladin. Some say he protects her from the worst of the political and legal recursions; then some say it's the other way around. She does the dirty work he won't. Either way, it's best to stay on her good side. Or at least her indifferent side." -''Jenlyns''

*"Somethin's wrong about that girl. Ever seen 'er in the rain? Watch; wherever that rain hits 'er, it steams. Like she's runnin' the worst fever in th' history of Eorzea. I'm tellin' ya, she ain't right. Something's odd in her aether signature too, but she won't let anybody study her to find out what." -''Mamane''

*"I... Fine, fine... "Devilish struts about in that v-neck vest of hers, her bindings tucked loosely around her assets for all the world to see. The shoulder pauldron on her vest glints in the sunlight, catching the eye of all, each spike sparkling like freshly wrought steel and freshly buffed. Her pants clutch her derrière tightly, leaving nothing to the imagination as their black leather clings to her like a second skin. The hem of her pantline is so low cut one can see the faint traces of her hip--" Ugh! No. No, Vervara, I refuse to read this... What? No. I refuse! What?! Fine! Something about the city was burning down around her, but let me continue about how lushious her hair is! Ugh!" -''[[Sabine Aislihn]]''

==='''Rare Hear-say'''===

*"That girl can sing. She doesn't do it often, or where people c'n hear 'er, but I swear I heard 'er one day, down in the oubliette. It's... haunting." -''Aubelet''

*"Up in Coerthas, they swear she's a dragon. Said she even breathed a lick of fire at a guard once." -''overheard between two Wood Wailers at Buscarron's Druthers''

*"She once punched a primal so hard, it ''had children''." -''drunken Quicksand patron, who claims to be one of said children''
[[Category:Balmung]]

Devilish Sarracenia

2019-06-24T00:27:48Z

RedCrow13: /* General */

[[category:Player Character]]
[[File:Devil closeup2.png|thumb|right|Person of Interest #929213, "Devil" (Balmung, NA server) ]]

==Public Record==

'''Brass Blades 'Person of Interest' File #929213:'''

'''Name:''' Devil

'''Race:''' Hellsguard Roegadyn

'''Gender:''' Female

'''Height:''' 7 fulms, 3.7 ilms

'''Known Record and Suspected Activities:'''

929213, or "Devil", first showed up in Ul'dah's Brass Blades files as a missing person from a local orphanage, back in 1557.
Though several attempts were made to apprehend and return her, she showed an aptitude for escaping confinement.
Eventually, further attempts were stalled due to the influx of refugees, though reports continued to trickle in of a girl fitting
929213's description filching food from local vendors. No major infractions occurred until later, in 1569, when 929213 was accused
of assault. When it was discovered the 'victim' was a known slave trader, the charges were dropped against 929213, as it was
generally considered self-defense. Her activities were known, but generally overlooked until 1571, when she attacked a hired hand
of a local merchant, only this assault led to murder. She was sentenced to an indefinite term in the oubliette while the
investigation was underway. Later, it was determined that the man and his employer were part of an underhanded dealing scheme in
which a young girl had been caught. The man had assaulted the girl, and 929213 intervened. She served a twelve-moon sentence before
release in late 1572.

Since her release, 929213's activities have increased in violence and frequency, from assault to known mercenary work, along with
suspected illegal interrogation methods, assassinations, and dealings with Ul'dah's Syndicate. However, with the continual influx of
refugees and the increased mobility with which 929213 has gained via her contacts, capture is unlikely, and solid proof of her misdeeds
are even harder to come by.

==General==

Though she does not have a permanent place of residence, Devil can most often be found prowling the back alleys and seedy neighborhoods of Ul'dah, Limsa Lominsa, and occasionally Gridania. Not always the most social of people, Devil prefers to maintain a low profile, which is strangely easy for this tall Roegadyn. She is suspected of participation or instigation in a variety of crimes, ranging from simple theft up to coordinated assassinations. However, she has built her reputation with just the right people; from members of the Ul'dahn Syndicate to certain individuals within the Brass Blades, to important figureheads in the other city-states as well, not to mention her contacts with the Scions of the Seventh Dawn themselves. She has effectively surrounded herself with powerful people and keeps herself just useful enough to their endeavors to prevent most attempts at her incarceration.

Recent Events:
(8/13/14) Devil showed up at the Oak Inn in the Lavender Beds in the company of a strange, red-haired man. She was unconscious when he delivered her to the property. The proprietor of the establishment questioned the man on Devil's condition, to which he admitted stabbing her sixteen times 'because she asked for it'. Under threat of arrest, he left, but the circumstances surrounding Devil's state remain a mystery. Of note, she seemed to be running a severe fever, but otherwise showed no signs of assault. She was ushered to a private quarters once she regained consciousness, though nothing further has been revealed about the strange man or his motives.

Update: The strange red-headed man was none other than Ashe En'Vale, notorious shard-shanking firebug. Devil has had several encounters with this lunatic, most of them amusing, if not altogether positive. After recuperating, she admitted she -did- ask for the "stabbing", but refused to go into detail why.

(4/15/16) After a long bout of various misdeeds and adventures, many things have changed for Devil. She has cut many former alliances, lost others in the mix, gained a few new contacts, had her cold heart broken and broken a few along the way. Aside from a new group she takes contracts through, she mostly keeps to herself, save the occasional forays to the Mist, the Hinterlands, and other secluded places. When in the city-states, she might linger a while, but she generally doesn't socialize, save with a familiar face or two if they happen by.

(6/23/19) Once Baelsar's Wall fell to Alliance forces, Devil went off the radar for an extended period of time. Sightings of her in her usual haunts were down to rumor-only, while out on the Wall and surrounding territories a new spectre arose. Tales of a person or creature grew, fueled by disappearances of Imperial patrols near the Wall, that was said to make the sky itself rain blood. Pretty lofty stuff, even for Dev.

==Appearance==

[[File:Devil with shards.png|thumb|left|Devilish Sarracenia]]

Devil is a towering example of a female Roegadyn. At over seven fulms, she finds herself looking down on most people, which suits her just fine. Warm, deeply-tanned skin stretches taut over a form trained for strength and speed. Long, jet-black hair razored into a messy 'devil-may-care' cut frames a young (early- to mid-thirties) face, and provides a shroud for those eerily-pale lilac eyes to gleam mischievously from. Though it's not uncommon to see her in a full gear set, she typically prefers lighter, more comfortable outfits for reconnaissance, or for just meandering about town. Lean, lithe, and confident, she knows she's a force to be reckoned with.

A special note: those who are sensitive to aether in others will notice an anomaly in Devil's signature. It appears as a faint orange glow focusing around her heart. Those who are skilled in this study might even discern a very obscure crystalline shape, though it does not appear to be part of her physical form. Devil's body temperature runs notably higher than normal. (Worry not; she's not some Mary Sue half-primal disaster. This is a result of an RP adventure she became involved in.)Since recent events, the anomaly seems to have spread,focusing along sixteen major points throughout her body. The fever-like aura she typically exudes runs noticeably higher now, as well, and may indicate either an intensification of the anomaly, or perhaps a lack of control since its spread.

**Note:** Due to recent events, Devil's aether anomaly has shifted. There are no longer discernible points throughout her body where the aura focuses and her fever-like temperature has all but vanished except in very specific instances. '''Only characters who are fully-trained in and have the ability to sense or see aether will notice this''': Devil's aura is now very dark and appears almost wisp-like, vanishing in places where before it was solidly connected. It gives it a thin, smoke-like appearance with many segments missing at any time.

==Behavior==

Usually coming across as aloof or uncaring, Devil mainly keeps to herself. Occasionally, she will branch out and make contact with some random person, though these encounters typically end quickly. She does have a sense of humor, deranged though it may be, and a quick wit backed by a sharp tongue. It is not uncommon to witness a ridiculous chance of luck favoring this woman; for whatever the reason, and regardless of her deeds, she certainly has bouts of 'the Devil's luck'... or is it skill?

Devil actually does have a few scruples when it comes to her illegal activities: for one, she absolutely, without exception, hates those who deal in any manner of slave trading. Likewise, she harbors a deep hatred for Imperials and those who support Garlean conquest which, to her, is little better than slavery. For another, Pearl Lane is her territory. She defends it and the beggars who live there from would-be rival takeovers, though this is not common knowledge to those who do not reside in the Lane. Finally, and perhaps most strangely, this cold-blooded fiend has been known to randomly provide 'good deeds' to various people. These range from saving strange adventurers from certain doom, to 'accidentally' dropping a handful of gil in a starving mother's hands. If asked, she'll deny it, or wave it away with some comment about having done her good deed for the week.

==History==

Devil was abandoned as an infant at the Gate of the Sultana in Ul'dah. With no clue to who her parents were or what fate befell them, she was given over to the local orphanage. Left with only a strange, thin metallic disc tied on a string around her neck, nothing was known of the child, save the one word on that disc- "Sarracenia". Scholars thought it a strange name, considering it was a known genus of carnivorous plant, reputed for luring its prey in close before delivering the killing blow. Certainly no name for a small child...

Over time, she earned her 'new' name, "Devilish". She was a handful, always managing to appear where she shouldn't be, vanishing on a whim, getting into trouble at the drop of a hat... She kept the matrons on their toes. During this time, she made her first, and likely only, friend. A fellow orphan, the little blonde-headed highlander girl went by the name of Lila, and though much quieter than the mischievous Devil, she tagged along like a shadow. The two became inseparable.

Years later, the pair were making one of their many forays into forbidden territory when they chanced upon a meeting of the matrons with a hooded figure. As they eavesdropped, they learned the matrons were making a deal to sell off some of the orphans and refugee children to this black-market dealer. The idea had Devil bristling, and with nowhere else to go, she and Lila ran away, into the streets of Ul'dah.

They survived with Devil stealing food for them while Lila begged for gil. Though they were poor, they were happy. They managed to get what they needed, most times, though there were plenty of hard times, especially when the thugs came through. The girls learned fast that when the alley got quiet, it was a cue to hide. It was not an easy life, and as they grew older, it didn't get any easier, but they managed.

Lila began taking odd jobs for merchants. She always had a better sense of morality than Devil, and felt that her stealing was unnecessary. Things were working out, until the poor girl took a job from a merchant known throughout the Lane for cruel, backhanded dealings. Devil pleaded with her to drop the job, but Lila was lured by the promise of good pay for a simple job. All she had to do was deliver a rare vase to a collector across town. Devil couldn't stop her. It should have been a quick job, two bells at most, but something was wrong. It had been too long. Devil tracked down the merchant and instead found a crowd. In the middle of it, a large, burly man, obviously a thug hired by the dirty merchant, was beating a young, blonde-headed girl... it was Lila. Devil saw red. She leaped onto the man's back and grabbed his jaw with one hand, her other at the back of his head. Without a second thought, she twisted. A loud snap, and the thug fell limp. She didn't care she'd just killed a man. She didn't care there were no less than a dozen witnesses. Her only thought was to save her sister, and with that, she helped Lila up, and got her back to their place in the Lane. The highlander was in bad shape, and could barely talk. Devil was doing all she could to help her, but she had no way of healing. Lila managed to tell her how she had been carrying the expensive vase to the buyer, when a large, cloaked man walked right into her, and knocked the vase to the ground, shattering it. When Lila went to tell the merchant, he flew into a rage, demanding she pay for the merchandise. When she told him she couldn't, he set his goon on her. Devil had an idea that the cloaked man and the goon were likely one and the same, and the whole thing had been a set-up by the cruel merchant. Before she could say as much, though, a woman in white interrupted. She had seen the fight start, and had gone to get the Brass Blades. It was over by the time she returned, and onlookers pointed her in the direction of Pearl Lane when she asked about the injured girl. Though Devil was wary of this stranger, Lila seemed comforted by her presence. As the woman began to channel healing magic, two of the Brass Blades showed up. They were getting mixed stories from the crowd, but one was certain; Devil had killed a man. As they began to drag her away, Devil saw the last of the woman's spell restore her friend. The woman, sensing her concern, called out that she would care for Lila in Devil's absence.

Ul'dah was in the middle of a refugee influx. Crimes and complaints were through the roof, and every day it seemed there was some new tragedy looming on the horizon. It was with little surprise that Devil learned hardly any leeway was being made in her case. By the time the Brass Blades learned the merchant had indeed set up the entire plot against Lila in an attempt to filch any gil she -had- earned, Devil had sat in the oubliette for nearly a year. During that time, the woman in white had come to see Devil a few times. At first, it was to tell her of Lila's welfare, at least until a few moons prior. The last time she came, the woman said she and her family had decided to adopt Lila. They were moving her to Limsa Lominsa for a fresh start. She extended the invitation for Devil to visit, though, deep down, the girl figured it was just a formality.

Once she was finally released, Devil went back to Pearl Lane. She thought it would be lonely and hard to bear. She was half-right. She missed her sister, but in the time she was gone, word of her attack on that man had spread, and grew into the beginnings of a reputation. Devil found herself on the cusp of something terrible... and great.

==Current Activities==
Devil has found herself wandering the new lands like so many others; Coerthas, Ishgard, and Dravania just to name a few, all for the promise of great challenges and greater loot. Aside from killing Nidhogg's dragons, a few heretics, and some stuffy-arsed paladins, things are fairly quiet for Devil... for the time being.

==Updates:==
8/28: After a sparring match turned sour, Devil sought out that insane Firebug, Ashe En'Vale again, to address the issue of the crystallized aether embedded within her. Ready with a solution, he took her and her healer of choice, Bloehaerz Blanceigsyn, deep into Urth's Fount and performed a dangerous, potentially-deadly ritual. It succeeded, but has presented new issues for her. The foci left by the first ritual have been completely absorbed into her own aether; they are no longer an issue, but in their wake, something darker lies. Where she had been learning how to draw aether off particular objects, and in one case a person, that ability has been stunted significantly by the process. She no longer emits a fiery, hot aura, but instead a chill seems to follow wherever she goes. She hates this, particularly up north. According to Ashe, she can relearn her fiery techniques, but it will take time. Until then, Dev might just be seen in warmer climes more often than previously, probably with nearby people treating her like a walking air conditioner. She -won't- be happy.

??: Devil went missing from the public eye for quite some time. Stories arose concerning her whereabouts, with speculations ranging from 'up north' to 'infiltrating Imperial strongholds' to the far-fetched 'the Void itself'. Very few people know the truth of it, and less would believe it if they heard. Upon her return, those sensitive to aether signatures will note an anomaly rivaling her usual oddness, and she's taken to keeping her forehead covered most times. On rare occasions, she might be found humming to herself, but if one listens closely enough, they'll note it's not humming, but a low, almost-growling conversation. Perhaps she's just plotting out loud? There are other, very small differences that seem to flare up only periodically, but they seem to be triggered by stress or anger. Devil has, since her return, seemed to cut ties with certain people; a former lover has been jilted along with any contacts she might have maintained within his free company. She has also picked up some new contacts, namely a band of miscreants who don't seem to notice or mind her penchant for the unsavory.

4/15: The group Devil now works with has signed onto a particularly interesting, if not equally dangerous job involving an ancient elezen who calls himself The Craftsman. Not much is known about the task at hand, or is open to discussion, only that it yet again involves shards of some sort and poses an imminent danger to all of Eorzea. It's like Ashe En'vale all over again... but with anger issues. And most likely death. Lots of death.

==Fun Devil Facts==

====Likes====
*Bolstering her bad-ass reputation
*Combat/danger in general
*Gil
*Tormenting people (it's a source of amusement)
*Learning more about that aether anomaly...
*Manly-men, not men in tights; not women with dicks either.

====Dislikes====
*Slavers
*Imperials and their supporters
*Miqo'te
*Merchants (the crooked ones)
*Children
*Whiny, dumb, or immature people
*'Chipper' folk
*Boredom
*Trash-can armor (shite's hot, feels like you're strapped to a long spine board, and can't see for squat!)
*Know-it-all, holier-than-thou paladins (grinds teeth just thinking about it...)
*Miqo'te.

==The Rumor Mill==

==='''Common Hear-say'''===

*"Y'know she killed a man when she was jus' a kid... big man, too. Some hired fella for a merchant. Th' way I hear it, took five Brass Blades t' catch 'er an' bring 'er in, an' even then, they was pale an' sweatin' with nerves from bein' close to 'er." -''merchant of Ul'dah''

*"Ain't nobody on the Lane don't know that girl. She's like a phantom, lingerin' in th' shadows. Some say she guards th' place. Others say her motives ain't so nice. I like t' think she's keepin' an eye on us." -''Landebert''

*"Don't pay any mind to what these drunks say about that girl. They're heart-sore she turned 'em down's all. She's all brambles and thorns, but there's a rose down in there, you have my word. I've seen 'er show kindness to people b'fore, though she'll deny it if ya ask 'er." -''Momodi''

==='''Uncommon Hear-say'''===

*"That girl's trouble of the wors' sort! I hear she's got a voidspawn trapped, an' uses it t' do 'er biddin'!" -''Raging Merchant of Ul'dah''

*"No, no, that ain't it! It ain't no 'voidspawn'; an ''Ascian'' tried to possess 'er, an' she trapped it in 'er mind! She leeches off its aether to fuel 'er chi or chai, or whatever th' hells her type fight with!" -''Raving Merchant of Ul'dah''

*"She's got just the right people in her pocket. Girl gets away with murder, ''literally''. I hear she's even got a pet paladin. Some say he protects her from the worst of the political and legal recursions; then some say it's the other way around. She does the dirty work he won't. Either way, it's best to stay on her good side. Or at least her indifferent side." -''Jenlyns''

*"Somethin's wrong about that girl. Ever seen 'er in the rain? Watch; wherever that rain hits 'er, it steams. Like she's runnin' the worst fever in th' history of Eorzea. I'm tellin' ya, she ain't right. Something's odd in her aether signature too, but she won't let anybody study her to find out what." -''Mamane''

*"I... Fine, fine... "Devilish struts about in that v-neck vest of hers, her bindings tucked loosely around her assets for all the world to see. The shoulder pauldron on her vest glints in the sunlight, catching the eye of all, each spike sparkling like freshly wrought steel and freshly buffed. Her pants clutch her derrière tightly, leaving nothing to the imagination as their black leather clings to her like a second skin. The hem of her pantline is so low cut one can see the faint traces of her hip--" Ugh! No. No, Vervara, I refuse to read this... What? No. I refuse! What?! Fine! Something about the city was burning down around her, but let me continue about how lushious her hair is! Ugh!" -''[[Sabine Aislihn]]''

==='''Rare Hear-say'''===

*"That girl can sing. She doesn't do it often, or where people c'n hear 'er, but I swear I heard 'er one day, down in the oubliette. It's... haunting." -''Aubelet''

*"Up in Coerthas, they swear she's a dragon. Said she even breathed a lick of fire at a guard once." -''overheard between two Wood Wailers at Buscarron's Druthers''

*"She once punched a primal so hard, it ''had children''." -''drunken Quicksand patron, who claims to be one of said children''
[[Category:Balmung]]

Devilish Sarracenia

2019-06-24T00:24:22Z

RedCrow13: /* Public Record */

[[category:Player Character]]
[[File:Devil closeup2.png|thumb|right|Person of Interest #929213, "Devil" (Balmung, NA server) ]]

==Public Record==

'''Brass Blades 'Person of Interest' File #929213:'''

'''Name:''' Devil

'''Race:''' Hellsguard Roegadyn

'''Gender:''' Female

'''Height:''' 7 fulms, 3.7 ilms

'''Known Record and Suspected Activities:'''

929213, or "Devil", first showed up in Ul'dah's Brass Blades files as a missing person from a local orphanage, back in 1557.
Though several attempts were made to apprehend and return her, she showed an aptitude for escaping confinement.
Eventually, further attempts were stalled due to the influx of refugees, though reports continued to trickle in of a girl fitting
929213's description filching food from local vendors. No major infractions occurred until later, in 1569, when 929213 was accused
of assault. When it was discovered the 'victim' was a known slave trader, the charges were dropped against 929213, as it was
generally considered self-defense. Her activities were known, but generally overlooked until 1571, when she attacked a hired hand
of a local merchant, only this assault led to murder. She was sentenced to an indefinite term in the oubliette while the
investigation was underway. Later, it was determined that the man and his employer were part of an underhanded dealing scheme in
which a young girl had been caught. The man had assaulted the girl, and 929213 intervened. She served a twelve-moon sentence before
release in late 1572.

Since her release, 929213's activities have increased in violence and frequency, from assault to known mercenary work, along with
suspected illegal interrogation methods, assassinations, and dealings with Ul'dah's Syndicate. However, with the continual influx of
refugees and the increased mobility with which 929213 has gained via her contacts, capture is unlikely, and solid proof of her misdeeds
are even harder to come by.

==General==

Though she does not have a permanent place of residence, Devil can most often be found prowling the back alleys and seedy neighborhoods of Ul'dah, Limsa Lominsa, and occasionally Gridania. Not always the most social of people, Devil prefers to maintain a low profile, which is strangely easy for this tall Roegadyn. She is suspected of participation or instigation in a variety of crimes, ranging from simple theft up to coordinated assassinations. However, she has built her reputation with just the right people; from members of the Ul'dahn Syndicate to certain individuals within the Brass Blades, to important figureheads in the other city-states as well, not to mention her contacts with the Scions of the Seventh Dawn themselves. She has effectively surrounded herself with powerful people and keeps herself just useful enough to their endeavors to prevent most attempts at her incarceration.

Recent Events:
(8/13/14) Devil showed up at the Oak Inn in the Lavender Beds in the company of a strange, red-haired man. She was unconscious when he delivered her to the property. The proprietor of the establishment questioned the man on Devil's condition, to which he admitted stabbing her sixteen times 'because she asked for it'. Under threat of arrest, he left, but the circumstances surrounding Devil's state remain a mystery. Of note, she seemed to be running a severe fever, but otherwise showed no signs of assault. She was ushered to a private quarters once she regained consciousness, though nothing further has been revealed about the strange man or his motives.

Update: The strange red-headed man was none other than Ashe En'Vale, notorious shard-shanking firebug. Devil has had several encounters with this lunatic, most of them amusing, if not altogether positive. After recuperating, she admitted she -did- ask for the "stabbing", but refused to go into detail why.

(4/15/16) After a long bout of various misdeeds and adventures, many things have changed for Devil. She has cut many former alliances, lost others in the mix, gained a few new contacts, had her cold heart broken and broken a few along the way. Aside from a new group she takes contracts through, she mostly keeps to herself, save the occasional forays to the Mist, the Hinterlands, and other secluded places. When in the city-states, she might linger a while, but she generally doesn't socialize, save with a familiar face or two if they happen by.

==Appearance==

[[File:Devil with shards.png|thumb|left|Devilish Sarracenia]]

Devil is a towering example of a female Roegadyn. At over seven fulms, she finds herself looking down on most people, which suits her just fine. Warm, deeply-tanned skin stretches taut over a form trained for strength and speed. Long, jet-black hair razored into a messy 'devil-may-care' cut frames a young (early- to mid-thirties) face, and provides a shroud for those eerily-pale lilac eyes to gleam mischievously from. Though it's not uncommon to see her in a full gear set, she typically prefers lighter, more comfortable outfits for reconnaissance, or for just meandering about town. Lean, lithe, and confident, she knows she's a force to be reckoned with.

A special note: those who are sensitive to aether in others will notice an anomaly in Devil's signature. It appears as a faint orange glow focusing around her heart. Those who are skilled in this study might even discern a very obscure crystalline shape, though it does not appear to be part of her physical form. Devil's body temperature runs notably higher than normal. (Worry not; she's not some Mary Sue half-primal disaster. This is a result of an RP adventure she became involved in.)Since recent events, the anomaly seems to have spread,focusing along sixteen major points throughout her body. The fever-like aura she typically exudes runs noticeably higher now, as well, and may indicate either an intensification of the anomaly, or perhaps a lack of control since its spread.

**Note:** Due to recent events, Devil's aether anomaly has shifted. There are no longer discernible points throughout her body where the aura focuses and her fever-like temperature has all but vanished except in very specific instances. '''Only characters who are fully-trained in and have the ability to sense or see aether will notice this''': Devil's aura is now very dark and appears almost wisp-like, vanishing in places where before it was solidly connected. It gives it a thin, smoke-like appearance with many segments missing at any time.

==Behavior==

Usually coming across as aloof or uncaring, Devil mainly keeps to herself. Occasionally, she will branch out and make contact with some random person, though these encounters typically end quickly. She does have a sense of humor, deranged though it may be, and a quick wit backed by a sharp tongue. It is not uncommon to witness a ridiculous chance of luck favoring this woman; for whatever the reason, and regardless of her deeds, she certainly has bouts of 'the Devil's luck'... or is it skill?

Devil actually does have a few scruples when it comes to her illegal activities: for one, she absolutely, without exception, hates those who deal in any manner of slave trading. Likewise, she harbors a deep hatred for Imperials and those who support Garlean conquest which, to her, is little better than slavery. For another, Pearl Lane is her territory. She defends it and the beggars who live there from would-be rival takeovers, though this is not common knowledge to those who do not reside in the Lane. Finally, and perhaps most strangely, this cold-blooded fiend has been known to randomly provide 'good deeds' to various people. These range from saving strange adventurers from certain doom, to 'accidentally' dropping a handful of gil in a starving mother's hands. If asked, she'll deny it, or wave it away with some comment about having done her good deed for the week.

==History==

Devil was abandoned as an infant at the Gate of the Sultana in Ul'dah. With no clue to who her parents were or what fate befell them, she was given over to the local orphanage. Left with only a strange, thin metallic disc tied on a string around her neck, nothing was known of the child, save the one word on that disc- "Sarracenia". Scholars thought it a strange name, considering it was a known genus of carnivorous plant, reputed for luring its prey in close before delivering the killing blow. Certainly no name for a small child...

Over time, she earned her 'new' name, "Devilish". She was a handful, always managing to appear where she shouldn't be, vanishing on a whim, getting into trouble at the drop of a hat... She kept the matrons on their toes. During this time, she made her first, and likely only, friend. A fellow orphan, the little blonde-headed highlander girl went by the name of Lila, and though much quieter than the mischievous Devil, she tagged along like a shadow. The two became inseparable.

Years later, the pair were making one of their many forays into forbidden territory when they chanced upon a meeting of the matrons with a hooded figure. As they eavesdropped, they learned the matrons were making a deal to sell off some of the orphans and refugee children to this black-market dealer. The idea had Devil bristling, and with nowhere else to go, she and Lila ran away, into the streets of Ul'dah.

They survived with Devil stealing food for them while Lila begged for gil. Though they were poor, they were happy. They managed to get what they needed, most times, though there were plenty of hard times, especially when the thugs came through. The girls learned fast that when the alley got quiet, it was a cue to hide. It was not an easy life, and as they grew older, it didn't get any easier, but they managed.

Lila began taking odd jobs for merchants. She always had a better sense of morality than Devil, and felt that her stealing was unnecessary. Things were working out, until the poor girl took a job from a merchant known throughout the Lane for cruel, backhanded dealings. Devil pleaded with her to drop the job, but Lila was lured by the promise of good pay for a simple job. All she had to do was deliver a rare vase to a collector across town. Devil couldn't stop her. It should have been a quick job, two bells at most, but something was wrong. It had been too long. Devil tracked down the merchant and instead found a crowd. In the middle of it, a large, burly man, obviously a thug hired by the dirty merchant, was beating a young, blonde-headed girl... it was Lila. Devil saw red. She leaped onto the man's back and grabbed his jaw with one hand, her other at the back of his head. Without a second thought, she twisted. A loud snap, and the thug fell limp. She didn't care she'd just killed a man. She didn't care there were no less than a dozen witnesses. Her only thought was to save her sister, and with that, she helped Lila up, and got her back to their place in the Lane. The highlander was in bad shape, and could barely talk. Devil was doing all she could to help her, but she had no way of healing. Lila managed to tell her how she had been carrying the expensive vase to the buyer, when a large, cloaked man walked right into her, and knocked the vase to the ground, shattering it. When Lila went to tell the merchant, he flew into a rage, demanding she pay for the merchandise. When she told him she couldn't, he set his goon on her. Devil had an idea that the cloaked man and the goon were likely one and the same, and the whole thing had been a set-up by the cruel merchant. Before she could say as much, though, a woman in white interrupted. She had seen the fight start, and had gone to get the Brass Blades. It was over by the time she returned, and onlookers pointed her in the direction of Pearl Lane when she asked about the injured girl. Though Devil was wary of this stranger, Lila seemed comforted by her presence. As the woman began to channel healing magic, two of the Brass Blades showed up. They were getting mixed stories from the crowd, but one was certain; Devil had killed a man. As they began to drag her away, Devil saw the last of the woman's spell restore her friend. The woman, sensing her concern, called out that she would care for Lila in Devil's absence.

Ul'dah was in the middle of a refugee influx. Crimes and complaints were through the roof, and every day it seemed there was some new tragedy looming on the horizon. It was with little surprise that Devil learned hardly any leeway was being made in her case. By the time the Brass Blades learned the merchant had indeed set up the entire plot against Lila in an attempt to filch any gil she -had- earned, Devil had sat in the oubliette for nearly a year. During that time, the woman in white had come to see Devil a few times. At first, it was to tell her of Lila's welfare, at least until a few moons prior. The last time she came, the woman said she and her family had decided to adopt Lila. They were moving her to Limsa Lominsa for a fresh start. She extended the invitation for Devil to visit, though, deep down, the girl figured it was just a formality.

Once she was finally released, Devil went back to Pearl Lane. She thought it would be lonely and hard to bear. She was half-right. She missed her sister, but in the time she was gone, word of her attack on that man had spread, and grew into the beginnings of a reputation. Devil found herself on the cusp of something terrible... and great.

==Current Activities==
Devil has found herself wandering the new lands like so many others; Coerthas, Ishgard, and Dravania just to name a few, all for the promise of great challenges and greater loot. Aside from killing Nidhogg's dragons, a few heretics, and some stuffy-arsed paladins, things are fairly quiet for Devil... for the time being.

==Updates:==
8/28: After a sparring match turned sour, Devil sought out that insane Firebug, Ashe En'Vale again, to address the issue of the crystallized aether embedded within her. Ready with a solution, he took her and her healer of choice, Bloehaerz Blanceigsyn, deep into Urth's Fount and performed a dangerous, potentially-deadly ritual. It succeeded, but has presented new issues for her. The foci left by the first ritual have been completely absorbed into her own aether; they are no longer an issue, but in their wake, something darker lies. Where she had been learning how to draw aether off particular objects, and in one case a person, that ability has been stunted significantly by the process. She no longer emits a fiery, hot aura, but instead a chill seems to follow wherever she goes. She hates this, particularly up north. According to Ashe, she can relearn her fiery techniques, but it will take time. Until then, Dev might just be seen in warmer climes more often than previously, probably with nearby people treating her like a walking air conditioner. She -won't- be happy.

??: Devil went missing from the public eye for quite some time. Stories arose concerning her whereabouts, with speculations ranging from 'up north' to 'infiltrating Imperial strongholds' to the far-fetched 'the Void itself'. Very few people know the truth of it, and less would believe it if they heard. Upon her return, those sensitive to aether signatures will note an anomaly rivaling her usual oddness, and she's taken to keeping her forehead covered most times. On rare occasions, she might be found humming to herself, but if one listens closely enough, they'll note it's not humming, but a low, almost-growling conversation. Perhaps she's just plotting out loud? There are other, very small differences that seem to flare up only periodically, but they seem to be triggered by stress or anger. Devil has, since her return, seemed to cut ties with certain people; a former lover has been jilted along with any contacts she might have maintained within his free company. She has also picked up some new contacts, namely a band of miscreants who don't seem to notice or mind her penchant for the unsavory.

4/15: The group Devil now works with has signed onto a particularly interesting, if not equally dangerous job involving an ancient elezen who calls himself The Craftsman. Not much is known about the task at hand, or is open to discussion, only that it yet again involves shards of some sort and poses an imminent danger to all of Eorzea. It's like Ashe En'vale all over again... but with anger issues. And most likely death. Lots of death.

==Fun Devil Facts==

====Likes====
*Bolstering her bad-ass reputation
*Combat/danger in general
*Gil
*Tormenting people (it's a source of amusement)
*Learning more about that aether anomaly...
*Manly-men, not men in tights; not women with dicks either.

====Dislikes====
*Slavers
*Imperials and their supporters
*Miqo'te
*Merchants (the crooked ones)
*Children
*Whiny, dumb, or immature people
*'Chipper' folk
*Boredom
*Trash-can armor (shite's hot, feels like you're strapped to a long spine board, and can't see for squat!)
*Know-it-all, holier-than-thou paladins (grinds teeth just thinking about it...)
*Miqo'te.

==The Rumor Mill==

==='''Common Hear-say'''===

*"Y'know she killed a man when she was jus' a kid... big man, too. Some hired fella for a merchant. Th' way I hear it, took five Brass Blades t' catch 'er an' bring 'er in, an' even then, they was pale an' sweatin' with nerves from bein' close to 'er." -''merchant of Ul'dah''

*"Ain't nobody on the Lane don't know that girl. She's like a phantom, lingerin' in th' shadows. Some say she guards th' place. Others say her motives ain't so nice. I like t' think she's keepin' an eye on us." -''Landebert''

*"Don't pay any mind to what these drunks say about that girl. They're heart-sore she turned 'em down's all. She's all brambles and thorns, but there's a rose down in there, you have my word. I've seen 'er show kindness to people b'fore, though she'll deny it if ya ask 'er." -''Momodi''

==='''Uncommon Hear-say'''===

*"That girl's trouble of the wors' sort! I hear she's got a voidspawn trapped, an' uses it t' do 'er biddin'!" -''Raging Merchant of Ul'dah''

*"No, no, that ain't it! It ain't no 'voidspawn'; an ''Ascian'' tried to possess 'er, an' she trapped it in 'er mind! She leeches off its aether to fuel 'er chi or chai, or whatever th' hells her type fight with!" -''Raving Merchant of Ul'dah''

*"She's got just the right people in her pocket. Girl gets away with murder, ''literally''. I hear she's even got a pet paladin. Some say he protects her from the worst of the political and legal recursions; then some say it's the other way around. She does the dirty work he won't. Either way, it's best to stay on her good side. Or at least her indifferent side." -''Jenlyns''

*"Somethin's wrong about that girl. Ever seen 'er in the rain? Watch; wherever that rain hits 'er, it steams. Like she's runnin' the worst fever in th' history of Eorzea. I'm tellin' ya, she ain't right. Something's odd in her aether signature too, but she won't let anybody study her to find out what." -''Mamane''

*"I... Fine, fine... "Devilish struts about in that v-neck vest of hers, her bindings tucked loosely around her assets for all the world to see. The shoulder pauldron on her vest glints in the sunlight, catching the eye of all, each spike sparkling like freshly wrought steel and freshly buffed. Her pants clutch her derrière tightly, leaving nothing to the imagination as their black leather clings to her like a second skin. The hem of her pantline is so low cut one can see the faint traces of her hip--" Ugh! No. No, Vervara, I refuse to read this... What? No. I refuse! What?! Fine! Something about the city was burning down around her, but let me continue about how lushious her hair is! Ugh!" -''[[Sabine Aislihn]]''

==='''Rare Hear-say'''===

*"That girl can sing. She doesn't do it often, or where people c'n hear 'er, but I swear I heard 'er one day, down in the oubliette. It's... haunting." -''Aubelet''

*"Up in Coerthas, they swear she's a dragon. Said she even breathed a lick of fire at a guard once." -''overheard between two Wood Wailers at Buscarron's Druthers''

*"She once punched a primal so hard, it ''had children''." -''drunken Quicksand patron, who claims to be one of said children''
[[Category:Balmung]]

Devilish Sarracenia

2016-04-29T06:55:04Z

RedCrow13: /* Appearance */

[[category:Player Character]]
[[File:Devil closeup2.png|thumb|right|Person of Interest #929213, "Devil" (Balmung, NA server) ]]

==Public Record==

'''Brass Blades 'Person of Interest' File #929213:'''

'''Name:''' Devil

'''Race:''' Hellsguard Roegadyn

'''Gender:''' Female

'''Height:''' 7 fulms, 3.7 ilms

'''Known Record and Suspected Activities:'''

929213, or "Devil", first showed up in Ul'dah's Brass Blades files as a missing person from a local orphanage, back in 1557.
Though several attempts were made to apprehend and return her, she showed an aptitude for escaping confinement.
Eventually, further attempts were stalled due to the influx of refugees, though reports continued to trickle in of a girl fitting
929213's description filching food from local vendors. No major infractions occurred until later, in 1569, when 929213 was accused
of assault. When it was discovered the 'victim' was a known slave trader, the charges were dropped against 929213, as it was
generally considered self-defense. Her activities were known, but generally overlooked until 1566, when she attacked a hired hand
of a local merchant, only this assault led to murder. She was sentenced to an indefinite term in the oubliette while the
investigation was underway. Later, it was determined that the man and his employer were part of an underhanded dealing scheme in
which a young girl had been caught. The man had assaulted the girl, and 929213 intervened. She served a twelve-moon sentence before
release in late 1567.

Since her release, 929213's activities have increased in violence and frequency, from assault to known mercenary work, along with
suspected illegal interrogation methods, assassinations, and dealings with Ul'dah's Syndicate. However, with the continual influx of
refugees and the increased mobility with which 929213 has gained via her contacts, capture is unlikely, and solid proof of her misdeeds
are even harder to come by.

==General==

Though she does not have a permanent place of residence, Devil can most often be found prowling the back alleys and seedy neighborhoods of Ul'dah, Limsa Lominsa, and occasionally Gridania. Not always the most social of people, Devil prefers to maintain a low profile, which is strangely easy for this tall Roegadyn. She is suspected of participation or instigation in a variety of crimes, ranging from simple theft up to coordinated assassinations. However, she has built her reputation with just the right people; from members of the Ul'dahn Syndicate to certain individuals within the Brass Blades, to important figureheads in the other city-states as well, not to mention her contacts with the Scions of the Seventh Dawn themselves. She has effectively surrounded herself with powerful people and keeps herself just useful enough to their endeavors to prevent most attempts at her incarceration.

Recent Events:
(8/13/14) Devil showed up at the Oak Inn in the Lavender Beds in the company of a strange, red-haired man. She was unconscious when he delivered her to the property. The proprietor of the establishment questioned the man on Devil's condition, to which he admitted stabbing her sixteen times 'because she asked for it'. Under threat of arrest, he left, but the circumstances surrounding Devil's state remain a mystery. Of note, she seemed to be running a severe fever, but otherwise showed no signs of assault. She was ushered to a private quarters once she regained consciousness, though nothing further has been revealed about the strange man or his motives.

Update: The strange red-headed man was none other than Ashe En'Vale, notorious shard-shanking firebug. Devil has had several encounters with this lunatic, most of them amusing, if not altogether positive. After recuperating, she admitted she -did- ask for the "stabbing", but refused to go into detail why.

(4/15/16) After a long bout of various misdeeds and adventures, many things have changed for Devil. She has cut many former alliances, lost others in the mix, gained a few new contacts, had her cold heart broken and broken a few along the way. Aside from a new group she takes contracts through, she mostly keeps to herself, save the occasional forays to the Mist, the Hinterlands, and other secluded places. When in the city-states, she might linger a while, but she generally doesn't socialize, save with a familiar face or two if they happen by.

==Appearance==

[[File:Devil with shards.png|thumb|left|Devilish Sarracenia]]

Devil is a towering example of a female Roegadyn. At over seven fulms, she finds herself looking down on most people, which suits her just fine. Warm, deeply-tanned skin stretches taut over a form trained for strength and speed. Long, jet-black hair razored into a messy 'devil-may-care' cut frames a young (early- to mid-thirties) face, and provides a shroud for those eerily-pale lilac eyes to gleam mischievously from. Though it's not uncommon to see her in a full gear set, she typically prefers lighter, more comfortable outfits for reconnaissance, or for just meandering about town. Lean, lithe, and confident, she knows she's a force to be reckoned with.

A special note: those who are sensitive to aether in others will notice an anomaly in Devil's signature. It appears as a faint orange glow focusing around her heart. Those who are skilled in this study might even discern a very obscure crystalline shape, though it does not appear to be part of her physical form. Devil's body temperature runs notably higher than normal. (Worry not; she's not some Mary Sue half-primal disaster. This is a result of an RP adventure she became involved in.)Since recent events, the anomaly seems to have spread,focusing along sixteen major points throughout her body. The fever-like aura she typically exudes runs noticeably higher now, as well, and may indicate either an intensification of the anomaly, or perhaps a lack of control since its spread.

**Note:** Due to recent events, Devil's aether anomaly has shifted. There are no longer discernible points throughout her body where the aura focuses and her fever-like temperature has all but vanished except in very specific instances. '''Only characters who are fully-trained in and have the ability to sense or see aether will notice this''': Devil's aura is now very dark and appears almost wisp-like, vanishing in places where before it was solidly connected. It gives it a thin, smoke-like appearance with many segments missing at any time.

==Behavior==

Usually coming across as aloof or uncaring, Devil mainly keeps to herself. Occasionally, she will branch out and make contact with some random person, though these encounters typically end quickly. She does have a sense of humor, deranged though it may be, and a quick wit backed by a sharp tongue. It is not uncommon to witness a ridiculous chance of luck favoring this woman; for whatever the reason, and regardless of her deeds, she certainly has bouts of 'the Devil's luck'... or is it skill?

Devil actually does have a few scruples when it comes to her illegal activities: for one, she absolutely, without exception, hates those who deal in any manner of slave trading. Likewise, she harbors a deep hatred for Imperials and those who support Garlean conquest which, to her, is little better than slavery. For another, Pearl Lane is her territory. She defends it and the beggars who live there from would-be rival takeovers, though this is not common knowledge to those who do not reside in the Lane. Finally, and perhaps most strangely, this cold-blooded fiend has been known to randomly provide 'good deeds' to various people. These range from saving strange adventurers from certain doom, to 'accidentally' dropping a handful of gil in a starving mother's hands. If asked, she'll deny it, or wave it away with some comment about having done her good deed for the week.

==History==

Devil was abandoned as an infant at the Gate of the Sultana in Ul'dah. With no clue to who her parents were or what fate befell them, she was given over to the local orphanage. Left with only a strange, thin metallic disc tied on a string around her neck, nothing was known of the child, save the one word on that disc- "Sarracenia". Scholars thought it a strange name, considering it was a known genus of carnivorous plant, reputed for luring its prey in close before delivering the killing blow. Certainly no name for a small child...

Over time, she earned her 'new' name, "Devilish". She was a handful, always managing to appear where she shouldn't be, vanishing on a whim, getting into trouble at the drop of a hat... She kept the matrons on their toes. During this time, she made her first, and likely only, friend. A fellow orphan, the little blonde-headed highlander girl went by the name of Lila, and though much quieter than the mischievous Devil, she tagged along like a shadow. The two became inseparable.

Years later, the pair were making one of their many forays into forbidden territory when they chanced upon a meeting of the matrons with a hooded figure. As they eavesdropped, they learned the matrons were making a deal to sell off some of the orphans and refugee children to this black-market dealer. The idea had Devil bristling, and with nowhere else to go, she and Lila ran away, into the streets of Ul'dah.

They survived with Devil stealing food for them while Lila begged for gil. Though they were poor, they were happy. They managed to get what they needed, most times, though there were plenty of hard times, especially when the thugs came through. The girls learned fast that when the alley got quiet, it was a cue to hide. It was not an easy life, and as they grew older, it didn't get any easier, but they managed.

Lila began taking odd jobs for merchants. She always had a better sense of morality than Devil, and felt that her stealing was unnecessary. Things were working out, until the poor girl took a job from a merchant known throughout the Lane for cruel, backhanded dealings. Devil pleaded with her to drop the job, but Lila was lured by the promise of good pay for a simple job. All she had to do was deliver a rare vase to a collector across town. Devil couldn't stop her. It should have been a quick job, two bells at most, but something was wrong. It had been too long. Devil tracked down the merchant and instead found a crowd. In the middle of it, a large, burly man, obviously a thug hired by the dirty merchant, was beating a young, blonde-headed girl... it was Lila. Devil saw red. She leaped onto the man's back and grabbed his jaw with one hand, her other at the back of his head. Without a second thought, she twisted. A loud snap, and the thug fell limp. She didn't care she'd just killed a man. She didn't care there were no less than a dozen witnesses. Her only thought was to save her sister, and with that, she helped Lila up, and got her back to their place in the Lane. The highlander was in bad shape, and could barely talk. Devil was doing all she could to help her, but she had no way of healing. Lila managed to tell her how she had been carrying the expensive vase to the buyer, when a large, cloaked man walked right into her, and knocked the vase to the ground, shattering it. When Lila went to tell the merchant, he flew into a rage, demanding she pay for the merchandise. When she told him she couldn't, he set his goon on her. Devil had an idea that the cloaked man and the goon were likely one and the same, and the whole thing had been a set-up by the cruel merchant. Before she could say as much, though, a woman in white interrupted. She had seen the fight start, and had gone to get the Brass Blades. It was over by the time she returned, and onlookers pointed her in the direction of Pearl Lane when she asked about the injured girl. Though Devil was wary of this stranger, Lila seemed comforted by her presence. As the woman began to channel healing magic, two of the Brass Blades showed up. They were getting mixed stories from the crowd, but one was certain; Devil had killed a man. As they began to drag her away, Devil saw the last of the woman's spell restore her friend. The woman, sensing her concern, called out that she would care for Lila in Devil's absence.

Ul'dah was in the middle of a refugee influx. Crimes and complaints were through the roof, and every day it seemed there was some new tragedy looming on the horizon. It was with little surprise that Devil learned hardly any leeway was being made in her case. By the time the Brass Blades learned the merchant had indeed set up the entire plot against Lila in an attempt to filch any gil she -had- earned, Devil had sat in the oubliette for nearly a year. During that time, the woman in white had come to see Devil a few times. At first, it was to tell her of Lila's welfare, at least until a few moons prior. The last time she came, the woman said she and her family had decided to adopt Lila. They were moving her to Limsa Lominsa for a fresh start. She extended the invitation for Devil to visit, though, deep down, the girl figured it was just a formality.

Once she was finally released, Devil went back to Pearl Lane. She thought it would be lonely and hard to bear. She was half-right. She missed her sister, but in the time she was gone, word of her attack on that man had spread, and grew into the beginnings of a reputation. Devil found herself on the cusp of something terrible... and great.

==Current Activities==
Devil has found herself wandering the new lands like so many others; Coerthas, Ishgard, and Dravania just to name a few, all for the promise of great challenges and greater loot. Aside from killing Nidhogg's dragons, a few heretics, and some stuffy-arsed paladins, things are fairly quiet for Devil... for the time being.

==Updates:==
8/28: After a sparring match turned sour, Devil sought out that insane Firebug, Ashe En'Vale again, to address the issue of the crystallized aether embedded within her. Ready with a solution, he took her and her healer of choice, Bloehaerz Blanceigsyn, deep into Urth's Fount and performed a dangerous, potentially-deadly ritual. It succeeded, but has presented new issues for her. The foci left by the first ritual have been completely absorbed into her own aether; they are no longer an issue, but in their wake, something darker lies. Where she had been learning how to draw aether off particular objects, and in one case a person, that ability has been stunted significantly by the process. She no longer emits a fiery, hot aura, but instead a chill seems to follow wherever she goes. She hates this, particularly up north. According to Ashe, she can relearn her fiery techniques, but it will take time. Until then, Dev might just be seen in warmer climes more often than previously, probably with nearby people treating her like a walking air conditioner. She -won't- be happy.

??: Devil went missing from the public eye for quite some time. Stories arose concerning her whereabouts, with speculations ranging from 'up north' to 'infiltrating Imperial strongholds' to the far-fetched 'the Void itself'. Very few people know the truth of it, and less would believe it if they heard. Upon her return, those sensitive to aether signatures will note an anomaly rivaling her usual oddness, and she's taken to keeping her forehead covered most times. On rare occasions, she might be found humming to herself, but if one listens closely enough, they'll note it's not humming, but a low, almost-growling conversation. Perhaps she's just plotting out loud? There are other, very small differences that seem to flare up only periodically, but they seem to be triggered by stress or anger. Devil has, since her return, seemed to cut ties with certain people; a former lover has been jilted along with any contacts she might have maintained within his free company. She has also picked up some new contacts, namely a band of miscreants who don't seem to notice or mind her penchant for the unsavory.

4/15: The group Devil now works with has signed onto a particularly interesting, if not equally dangerous job involving an ancient elezen who calls himself The Craftsman. Not much is known about the task at hand, or is open to discussion, only that it yet again involves shards of some sort and poses an imminent danger to all of Eorzea. It's like Ashe En'vale all over again... but with anger issues. And most likely death. Lots of death.

==Fun Devil Facts==

====Likes====
*Bolstering her bad-ass reputation
*Combat/danger in general
*Gil
*Tormenting people (it's a source of amusement)
*Learning more about that aether anomaly...
*Manly-men, not men in tights; not women with dicks either.

====Dislikes====
*Slavers
*Imperials and their supporters
*Miqo'te
*Merchants (the crooked ones)
*Children
*Whiny, dumb, or immature people
*'Chipper' folk
*Boredom
*Trash-can armor (shite's hot, feels like you're strapped to a long spine board, and can't see for squat!)
*Know-it-all, holier-than-thou paladins (grinds teeth just thinking about it...)
*Miqo'te.

==The Rumor Mill==

==='''Common Hear-say'''===

*"Y'know she killed a man when she was jus' a kid... big man, too. Some hired fella for a merchant. Th' way I hear it, took five Brass Blades t' catch 'er an' bring 'er in, an' even then, they was pale an' sweatin' with nerves from bein' close to 'er." -''merchant of Ul'dah''

*"Ain't nobody on the Lane don't know that girl. She's like a phantom, lingerin' in th' shadows. Some say she guards th' place. Others say her motives ain't so nice. I like t' think she's keepin' an eye on us." -''Landebert''

*"Don't pay any mind to what these drunks say about that girl. They're heart-sore she turned 'em down's all. She's all brambles and thorns, but there's a rose down in there, you have my word. I've seen 'er show kindness to people b'fore, though she'll deny it if ya ask 'er." -''Momodi''

==='''Uncommon Hear-say'''===

*"That girl's trouble of the wors' sort! I hear she's got a voidspawn trapped, an' uses it t' do 'er biddin'!" -''Raging Merchant of Ul'dah''

*"No, no, that ain't it! It ain't no 'voidspawn'; an ''Ascian'' tried to possess 'er, an' she trapped it in 'er mind! She leeches off its aether to fuel 'er chi or chai, or whatever th' hells her type fight with!" -''Raving Merchant of Ul'dah''

*"She's got just the right people in her pocket. Girl gets away with murder, ''literally''. I hear she's even got a pet paladin. Some say he protects her from the worst of the political and legal recursions; then some say it's the other way around. She does the dirty work he won't. Either way, it's best to stay on her good side. Or at least her indifferent side." -''Jenlyns''

*"Somethin's wrong about that girl. Ever seen 'er in the rain? Watch; wherever that rain hits 'er, it steams. Like she's runnin' the worst fever in th' history of Eorzea. I'm tellin' ya, she ain't right. Something's odd in her aether signature too, but she won't let anybody study her to find out what." -''Mamane''

*"I... Fine, fine... "Devilish struts about in that v-neck vest of hers, her bindings tucked loosely around her assets for all the world to see. The shoulder pauldron on her vest glints in the sunlight, catching the eye of all, each spike sparkling like freshly wrought steel and freshly buffed. Her pants clutch her derrière tightly, leaving nothing to the imagination as their black leather clings to her like a second skin. The hem of her pantline is so low cut one can see the faint traces of her hip--" Ugh! No. No, Vervara, I refuse to read this... What? No. I refuse! What?! Fine! Something about the city was burning down around her, but let me continue about how lushious her hair is! Ugh!" -''[[Sabine Aislihn]]''

==='''Rare Hear-say'''===

*"That girl can sing. She doesn't do it often, or where people c'n hear 'er, but I swear I heard 'er one day, down in the oubliette. It's... haunting." -''Aubelet''

*"Up in Coerthas, they swear she's a dragon. Said she even breathed a lick of fire at a guard once." -''overheard between two Wood Wailers at Buscarron's Druthers''

*"She once punched a primal so hard, it ''had children''." -''drunken Quicksand patron, who claims to be one of said children''
[[Category:Balmung]]

Devilish Sarracenia

2016-04-16T17:57:15Z

RedCrow13: /* General */

[[category:Player Character]]
[[File:Devil closeup2.png|thumb|right|Person of Interest #929213, "Devil" (Balmung, NA server) ]]

==Public Record==

'''Brass Blades 'Person of Interest' File #929213:'''

'''Name:''' Devil

'''Race:''' Hellsguard Roegadyn

'''Gender:''' Female

'''Height:''' 7 fulms, 3.7 ilms

'''Known Record and Suspected Activities:'''

929213, or "Devil", first showed up in Ul'dah's Brass Blades files as a missing person from a local orphanage, back in 1557.
Though several attempts were made to apprehend and return her, she showed an aptitude for escaping confinement.
Eventually, further attempts were stalled due to the influx of refugees, though reports continued to trickle in of a girl fitting
929213's description filching food from local vendors. No major infractions occurred until later, in 1569, when 929213 was accused
of assault. When it was discovered the 'victim' was a known slave trader, the charges were dropped against 929213, as it was
generally considered self-defense. Her activities were known, but generally overlooked until 1566, when she attacked a hired hand
of a local merchant, only this assault led to murder. She was sentenced to an indefinite term in the oubliette while the
investigation was underway. Later, it was determined that the man and his employer were part of an underhanded dealing scheme in
which a young girl had been caught. The man had assaulted the girl, and 929213 intervened. She served a twelve-moon sentence before
release in late 1567.

Since her release, 929213's activities have increased in violence and frequency, from assault to known mercenary work, along with
suspected illegal interrogation methods, assassinations, and dealings with Ul'dah's Syndicate. However, with the continual influx of
refugees and the increased mobility with which 929213 has gained via her contacts, capture is unlikely, and solid proof of her misdeeds
are even harder to come by.

==General==

Though she does not have a permanent place of residence, Devil can most often be found prowling the back alleys and seedy neighborhoods of Ul'dah, Limsa Lominsa, and occasionally Gridania. Not always the most social of people, Devil prefers to maintain a low profile, which is strangely easy for this tall Roegadyn. She is suspected of participation or instigation in a variety of crimes, ranging from simple theft up to coordinated assassinations. However, she has built her reputation with just the right people; from members of the Ul'dahn Syndicate to certain individuals within the Brass Blades, to important figureheads in the other city-states as well, not to mention her contacts with the Scions of the Seventh Dawn themselves. She has effectively surrounded herself with powerful people and keeps herself just useful enough to their endeavors to prevent most attempts at her incarceration.

Recent Events:
(8/13/14) Devil showed up at the Oak Inn in the Lavender Beds in the company of a strange, red-haired man. She was unconscious when he delivered her to the property. The proprietor of the establishment questioned the man on Devil's condition, to which he admitted stabbing her sixteen times 'because she asked for it'. Under threat of arrest, he left, but the circumstances surrounding Devil's state remain a mystery. Of note, she seemed to be running a severe fever, but otherwise showed no signs of assault. She was ushered to a private quarters once she regained consciousness, though nothing further has been revealed about the strange man or his motives.

Update: The strange red-headed man was none other than Ashe En'Vale, notorious shard-shanking firebug. Devil has had several encounters with this lunatic, most of them amusing, if not altogether positive. After recuperating, she admitted she -did- ask for the "stabbing", but refused to go into detail why.

(4/15/16) After a long bout of various misdeeds and adventures, many things have changed for Devil. She has cut many former alliances, lost others in the mix, gained a few new contacts, had her cold heart broken and broken a few along the way. Aside from a new group she takes contracts through, she mostly keeps to herself, save the occasional forays to the Mist, the Hinterlands, and other secluded places. When in the city-states, she might linger a while, but she generally doesn't socialize, save with a familiar face or two if they happen by.

==Appearance==

[[File:Devil with shards.png|thumb|left|Devilish Sarracenia]]

Devil is a towering example of a female Roegadyn. At over seven fulms, she finds herself looking down on most people, which suits her just fine. Warm, deeply-tanned skin stretches taut over a form trained for strength and speed. Long, jet-black hair razored into a messy 'devil-may-care' cut frames a young (mid- to late-twenties) face, and provides a shroud for those eerily-pale lilac eyes to gleam mischievously from. Though it's not uncommon to see her in a full gear set, she typically prefers lighter, more comfortable outfits for reconnaissance, or for just meandering about town. Lean, lithe, and confident, she knows she's a force to be reckoned with.

A special note: those who are sensitive to aether in others will notice an anomaly in Devil's signature. It appears as a faint orange glow focusing around her heart. Those who are skilled in this study might even discern a very obscure crystalline shape, though it does not appear to be part of her physical form. Devil's body temperature runs notably higher than normal. (Worry not; she's not some Mary Sue half-primal disaster. This is a result of an RP adventure she became involved in.)Since recent events, the anomaly seems to have spread,focusing along sixteen major points throughout her body. The fever-like aura she typically exudes runs noticeably higher now, as well, and may indicate either an intensification of the anomaly, or perhaps a lack of control since its spread.

**Note:** Due to recent events, Devil's aether anomaly has shifted. There are no longer discernible points throughout her body where the aura focuses and her fever-like temperature has all but vanished except in very specific instances. '''Only characters who are fully-trained in and have the ability to sense or see aether will notice this''': Devil's aura is now very dark and appears almost wisp-like, vanishing in places where before it was solidly connected. It gives it a thin, smoke-like appearance with many segments missing at any time.

==Behavior==

Usually coming across as aloof or uncaring, Devil mainly keeps to herself. Occasionally, she will branch out and make contact with some random person, though these encounters typically end quickly. She does have a sense of humor, deranged though it may be, and a quick wit backed by a sharp tongue. It is not uncommon to witness a ridiculous chance of luck favoring this woman; for whatever the reason, and regardless of her deeds, she certainly has bouts of 'the Devil's luck'... or is it skill?

Devil actually does have a few scruples when it comes to her illegal activities: for one, she absolutely, without exception, hates those who deal in any manner of slave trading. Likewise, she harbors a deep hatred for Imperials and those who support Garlean conquest which, to her, is little better than slavery. For another, Pearl Lane is her territory. She defends it and the beggars who live there from would-be rival takeovers, though this is not common knowledge to those who do not reside in the Lane. Finally, and perhaps most strangely, this cold-blooded fiend has been known to randomly provide 'good deeds' to various people. These range from saving strange adventurers from certain doom, to 'accidentally' dropping a handful of gil in a starving mother's hands. If asked, she'll deny it, or wave it away with some comment about having done her good deed for the week.

==History==

Devil was abandoned as an infant at the Gate of the Sultana in Ul'dah. With no clue to who her parents were or what fate befell them, she was given over to the local orphanage. Left with only a strange, thin metallic disc tied on a string around her neck, nothing was known of the child, save the one word on that disc- "Sarracenia". Scholars thought it a strange name, considering it was a known genus of carnivorous plant, reputed for luring its prey in close before delivering the killing blow. Certainly no name for a small child...

Over time, she earned her 'new' name, "Devilish". She was a handful, always managing to appear where she shouldn't be, vanishing on a whim, getting into trouble at the drop of a hat... She kept the matrons on their toes. During this time, she made her first, and likely only, friend. A fellow orphan, the little blonde-headed highlander girl went by the name of Lila, and though much quieter than the mischievous Devil, she tagged along like a shadow. The two became inseparable.

Years later, the pair were making one of their many forays into forbidden territory when they chanced upon a meeting of the matrons with a hooded figure. As they eavesdropped, they learned the matrons were making a deal to sell off some of the orphans and refugee children to this black-market dealer. The idea had Devil bristling, and with nowhere else to go, she and Lila ran away, into the streets of Ul'dah.

They survived with Devil stealing food for them while Lila begged for gil. Though they were poor, they were happy. They managed to get what they needed, most times, though there were plenty of hard times, especially when the thugs came through. The girls learned fast that when the alley got quiet, it was a cue to hide. It was not an easy life, and as they grew older, it didn't get any easier, but they managed.

Lila began taking odd jobs for merchants. She always had a better sense of morality than Devil, and felt that her stealing was unnecessary. Things were working out, until the poor girl took a job from a merchant known throughout the Lane for cruel, backhanded dealings. Devil pleaded with her to drop the job, but Lila was lured by the promise of good pay for a simple job. All she had to do was deliver a rare vase to a collector across town. Devil couldn't stop her. It should have been a quick job, two bells at most, but something was wrong. It had been too long. Devil tracked down the merchant and instead found a crowd. In the middle of it, a large, burly man, obviously a thug hired by the dirty merchant, was beating a young, blonde-headed girl... it was Lila. Devil saw red. She leaped onto the man's back and grabbed his jaw with one hand, her other at the back of his head. Without a second thought, she twisted. A loud snap, and the thug fell limp. She didn't care she'd just killed a man. She didn't care there were no less than a dozen witnesses. Her only thought was to save her sister, and with that, she helped Lila up, and got her back to their place in the Lane. The highlander was in bad shape, and could barely talk. Devil was doing all she could to help her, but she had no way of healing. Lila managed to tell her how she had been carrying the expensive vase to the buyer, when a large, cloaked man walked right into her, and knocked the vase to the ground, shattering it. When Lila went to tell the merchant, he flew into a rage, demanding she pay for the merchandise. When she told him she couldn't, he set his goon on her. Devil had an idea that the cloaked man and the goon were likely one and the same, and the whole thing had been a set-up by the cruel merchant. Before she could say as much, though, a woman in white interrupted. She had seen the fight start, and had gone to get the Brass Blades. It was over by the time she returned, and onlookers pointed her in the direction of Pearl Lane when she asked about the injured girl. Though Devil was wary of this stranger, Lila seemed comforted by her presence. As the woman began to channel healing magic, two of the Brass Blades showed up. They were getting mixed stories from the crowd, but one was certain; Devil had killed a man. As they began to drag her away, Devil saw the last of the woman's spell restore her friend. The woman, sensing her concern, called out that she would care for Lila in Devil's absence.

Ul'dah was in the middle of a refugee influx. Crimes and complaints were through the roof, and every day it seemed there was some new tragedy looming on the horizon. It was with little surprise that Devil learned hardly any leeway was being made in her case. By the time the Brass Blades learned the merchant had indeed set up the entire plot against Lila in an attempt to filch any gil she -had- earned, Devil had sat in the oubliette for nearly a year. During that time, the woman in white had come to see Devil a few times. At first, it was to tell her of Lila's welfare, at least until a few moons prior. The last time she came, the woman said she and her family had decided to adopt Lila. They were moving her to Limsa Lominsa for a fresh start. She extended the invitation for Devil to visit, though, deep down, the girl figured it was just a formality.

Once she was finally released, Devil went back to Pearl Lane. She thought it would be lonely and hard to bear. She was half-right. She missed her sister, but in the time she was gone, word of her attack on that man had spread, and grew into the beginnings of a reputation. Devil found herself on the cusp of something terrible... and great.

==Current Activities==
Devil has found herself wandering the new lands like so many others; Coerthas, Ishgard, and Dravania just to name a few, all for the promise of great challenges and greater loot. Aside from killing Nidhogg's dragons, a few heretics, and some stuffy-arsed paladins, things are fairly quiet for Devil... for the time being.

==Updates:==
8/28: After a sparring match turned sour, Devil sought out that insane Firebug, Ashe En'Vale again, to address the issue of the crystallized aether embedded within her. Ready with a solution, he took her and her healer of choice, Bloehaerz Blanceigsyn, deep into Urth's Fount and performed a dangerous, potentially-deadly ritual. It succeeded, but has presented new issues for her. The foci left by the first ritual have been completely absorbed into her own aether; they are no longer an issue, but in their wake, something darker lies. Where she had been learning how to draw aether off particular objects, and in one case a person, that ability has been stunted significantly by the process. She no longer emits a fiery, hot aura, but instead a chill seems to follow wherever she goes. She hates this, particularly up north. According to Ashe, she can relearn her fiery techniques, but it will take time. Until then, Dev might just be seen in warmer climes more often than previously, probably with nearby people treating her like a walking air conditioner. She -won't- be happy.

??: Devil went missing from the public eye for quite some time. Stories arose concerning her whereabouts, with speculations ranging from 'up north' to 'infiltrating Imperial strongholds' to the far-fetched 'the Void itself'. Very few people know the truth of it, and less would believe it if they heard. Upon her return, those sensitive to aether signatures will note an anomaly rivaling her usual oddness, and she's taken to keeping her forehead covered most times. On rare occasions, she might be found humming to herself, but if one listens closely enough, they'll note it's not humming, but a low, almost-growling conversation. Perhaps she's just plotting out loud? There are other, very small differences that seem to flare up only periodically, but they seem to be triggered by stress or anger. Devil has, since her return, seemed to cut ties with certain people; a former lover has been jilted along with any contacts she might have maintained within his free company. She has also picked up some new contacts, namely a band of miscreants who don't seem to notice or mind her penchant for the unsavory.

4/15: The group Devil now works with has signed onto a particularly interesting, if not equally dangerous job involving an ancient elezen who calls himself The Craftsman. Not much is known about the task at hand, or is open to discussion, only that it yet again involves shards of some sort and poses an imminent danger to all of Eorzea. It's like Ashe En'vale all over again... but with anger issues. And most likely death. Lots of death.

==Fun Devil Facts==

====Likes====
*Bolstering her bad-ass reputation
*Combat/danger in general
*Gil
*Tormenting people (it's a source of amusement)
*Learning more about that aether anomaly...
*Manly-men, not men in tights; not women with dicks either.

====Dislikes====
*Slavers
*Imperials and their supporters
*Miqo'te
*Merchants (the crooked ones)
*Children
*Whiny, dumb, or immature people
*'Chipper' folk
*Boredom
*Trash-can armor (shite's hot, feels like you're strapped to a long spine board, and can't see for squat!)
*Know-it-all, holier-than-thou paladins (grinds teeth just thinking about it...)
*Miqo'te.

==The Rumor Mill==

==='''Common Hear-say'''===

*"Y'know she killed a man when she was jus' a kid... big man, too. Some hired fella for a merchant. Th' way I hear it, took five Brass Blades t' catch 'er an' bring 'er in, an' even then, they was pale an' sweatin' with nerves from bein' close to 'er." -''merchant of Ul'dah''

*"Ain't nobody on the Lane don't know that girl. She's like a phantom, lingerin' in th' shadows. Some say she guards th' place. Others say her motives ain't so nice. I like t' think she's keepin' an eye on us." -''Landebert''

*"Don't pay any mind to what these drunks say about that girl. They're heart-sore she turned 'em down's all. She's all brambles and thorns, but there's a rose down in there, you have my word. I've seen 'er show kindness to people b'fore, though she'll deny it if ya ask 'er." -''Momodi''

==='''Uncommon Hear-say'''===

*"That girl's trouble of the wors' sort! I hear she's got a voidspawn trapped, an' uses it t' do 'er biddin'!" -''Raging Merchant of Ul'dah''

*"No, no, that ain't it! It ain't no 'voidspawn'; an ''Ascian'' tried to possess 'er, an' she trapped it in 'er mind! She leeches off its aether to fuel 'er chi or chai, or whatever th' hells her type fight with!" -''Raving Merchant of Ul'dah''

*"She's got just the right people in her pocket. Girl gets away with murder, ''literally''. I hear she's even got a pet paladin. Some say he protects her from the worst of the political and legal recursions; then some say it's the other way around. She does the dirty work he won't. Either way, it's best to stay on her good side. Or at least her indifferent side." -''Jenlyns''

*"Somethin's wrong about that girl. Ever seen 'er in the rain? Watch; wherever that rain hits 'er, it steams. Like she's runnin' the worst fever in th' history of Eorzea. I'm tellin' ya, she ain't right. Something's odd in her aether signature too, but she won't let anybody study her to find out what." -''Mamane''

*"I... Fine, fine... "Devilish struts about in that v-neck vest of hers, her bindings tucked loosely around her assets for all the world to see. The shoulder pauldron on her vest glints in the sunlight, catching the eye of all, each spike sparkling like freshly wrought steel and freshly buffed. Her pants clutch her derrière tightly, leaving nothing to the imagination as their black leather clings to her like a second skin. The hem of her pantline is so low cut one can see the faint traces of her hip--" Ugh! No. No, Vervara, I refuse to read this... What? No. I refuse! What?! Fine! Something about the city was burning down around her, but let me continue about how lushious her hair is! Ugh!" -''[[Sabine Aislihn]]''

==='''Rare Hear-say'''===

*"That girl can sing. She doesn't do it often, or where people c'n hear 'er, but I swear I heard 'er one day, down in the oubliette. It's... haunting." -''Aubelet''

*"Up in Coerthas, they swear she's a dragon. Said she even breathed a lick of fire at a guard once." -''overheard between two Wood Wailers at Buscarron's Druthers''

*"She once punched a primal so hard, it ''had children''." -''drunken Quicksand patron, who claims to be one of said children''
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Devilish Sarracenia

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[[File:Devil closeup2.png|thumb|right|Person of Interest #929213, "Devil" (Balmung, NA server) ]]

==Public Record==

'''Brass Blades 'Person of Interest' File #929213:'''

'''Name:''' Devil

'''Race:''' Hellsguard Roegadyn

'''Gender:''' Female

'''Height:''' 7 fulms, 3.7 ilms

'''Known Record and Suspected Activities:'''

929213, or "Devil", first showed up in Ul'dah's Brass Blades files as a missing person from a local orphanage, back in 1557.
Though several attempts were made to apprehend and return her, she showed an aptitude for escaping confinement.
Eventually, further attempts were stalled due to the influx of refugees, though reports continued to trickle in of a girl fitting
929213's description filching food from local vendors. No major infractions occurred until later, in 1569, when 929213 was accused
of assault. When it was discovered the 'victim' was a known slave trader, the charges were dropped against 929213, as it was
generally considered self-defense. Her activities were known, but generally overlooked until 1566, when she attacked a hired hand
of a local merchant, only this assault led to murder. She was sentenced to an indefinite term in the oubliette while the
investigation was underway. Later, it was determined that the man and his employer were part of an underhanded dealing scheme in
which a young girl had been caught. The man had assaulted the girl, and 929213 intervened. She served a twelve-moon sentence before
release in late 1567.

Since her release, 929213's activities have increased in violence and frequency, from assault to known mercenary work, along with
suspected illegal interrogation methods, assassinations, and dealings with Ul'dah's Syndicate. However, with the continual influx of
refugees and the increased mobility with which 929213 has gained via her contacts, capture is unlikely, and solid proof of her misdeeds
are even harder to come by.

==General==

Though she does not have a permanent place of residence, Devil can most often be found prowling the back alleys and seedy neighborhoods of Ul'dah, Limsa Lominsa, and occasionally Gridania. Not always the most social of people, Devil prefers to maintain a low profile, which is strangely easy for this tall Roegadyn. She is suspected of participation or instigation in a variety of crimes, ranging from simple theft up to coordinated assassinations. However, she has built her reputation with just the right people; from members of the Ul'dahn Syndicate to certain individuals within the Brass Blades, to important figureheads in the other city-states as well, not to mention her contacts with the Scions of the Seventh Dawn themselves. She has effectively surrounded herself with powerful people and keeps herself just useful enough to their endeavors to prevent most attempts at her incarceration.

Recent Events:
(8/13/14) Devil showed up at the Oak Inn in the Lavender Beds in the company of a strange, red-haired man. She was unconscious when he delivered her to the property. The proprietor of the establishment questioned the man on Devil's condition, to which he admitted stabbing her sixteen times 'because she asked for it'. Under threat of arrest, he left, but the circumstances surrounding Devil's state remain a mystery. Of note, she seemed to be running a severe fever, but otherwise showed no signs of assault. She was ushered to a private quarters once she regained consciousness, though nothing further has been revealed about the strange man or his motives.

==Appearance==

[[File:Devil with shards.png|thumb|left|Devilish Sarracenia]]

Devil is a towering example of a female Roegadyn. At over seven fulms, she finds herself looking down on most people, which suits her just fine. Warm, deeply-tanned skin stretches taut over a form trained for strength and speed. Long, jet-black hair razored into a messy 'devil-may-care' cut frames a young (mid- to late-twenties) face, and provides a shroud for those eerily-pale lilac eyes to gleam mischievously from. Though it's not uncommon to see her in a full gear set, she typically prefers lighter, more comfortable outfits for reconnaissance, or for just meandering about town. Lean, lithe, and confident, she knows she's a force to be reckoned with.

A special note: those who are sensitive to aether in others will notice an anomaly in Devil's signature. It appears as a faint orange glow focusing around her heart. Those who are skilled in this study might even discern a very obscure crystalline shape, though it does not appear to be part of her physical form. Devil's body temperature runs notably higher than normal. (Worry not; she's not some Mary Sue half-primal disaster. This is a result of an RP adventure she became involved in.)Since recent events, the anomaly seems to have spread,focusing along sixteen major points throughout her body. The fever-like aura she typically exudes runs noticeably higher now, as well, and may indicate either an intensification of the anomaly, or perhaps a lack of control since its spread.

**Note:** Due to recent events, Devil's aether anomaly has shifted. There are no longer discernible points throughout her body where the aura focuses and her fever-like temperature has all but vanished except in very specific instances. '''Only characters who are fully-trained in and have the ability to sense or see aether will notice this''': Devil's aura is now very dark and appears almost wisp-like, vanishing in places where before it was solidly connected. It gives it a thin, smoke-like appearance with many segments missing at any time.

==Behavior==

Usually coming across as aloof or uncaring, Devil mainly keeps to herself. Occasionally, she will branch out and make contact with some random person, though these encounters typically end quickly. She does have a sense of humor, deranged though it may be, and a quick wit backed by a sharp tongue. It is not uncommon to witness a ridiculous chance of luck favoring this woman; for whatever the reason, and regardless of her deeds, she certainly has bouts of 'the Devil's luck'... or is it skill?

Devil actually does have a few scruples when it comes to her illegal activities: for one, she absolutely, without exception, hates those who deal in any manner of slave trading. Likewise, she harbors a deep hatred for Imperials and those who support Garlean conquest which, to her, is little better than slavery. For another, Pearl Lane is her territory. She defends it and the beggars who live there from would-be rival takeovers, though this is not common knowledge to those who do not reside in the Lane. Finally, and perhaps most strangely, this cold-blooded fiend has been known to randomly provide 'good deeds' to various people. These range from saving strange adventurers from certain doom, to 'accidentally' dropping a handful of gil in a starving mother's hands. If asked, she'll deny it, or wave it away with some comment about having done her good deed for the week.

==History==

Devil was abandoned as an infant at the Gate of the Sultana in Ul'dah. With no clue to who her parents were or what fate befell them, she was given over to the local orphanage. Left with only a strange, thin metallic disc tied on a string around her neck, nothing was known of the child, save the one word on that disc- "Sarracenia". Scholars thought it a strange name, considering it was a known genus of carnivorous plant, reputed for luring its prey in close before delivering the killing blow. Certainly no name for a small child...

Over time, she earned her 'new' name, "Devilish". She was a handful, always managing to appear where she shouldn't be, vanishing on a whim, getting into trouble at the drop of a hat... She kept the matrons on their toes. During this time, she made her first, and likely only, friend. A fellow orphan, the little blonde-headed highlander girl went by the name of Lila, and though much quieter than the mischievous Devil, she tagged along like a shadow. The two became inseparable.

Years later, the pair were making one of their many forays into forbidden territory when they chanced upon a meeting of the matrons with a hooded figure. As they eavesdropped, they learned the matrons were making a deal to sell off some of the orphans and refugee children to this black-market dealer. The idea had Devil bristling, and with nowhere else to go, she and Lila ran away, into the streets of Ul'dah.

They survived with Devil stealing food for them while Lila begged for gil. Though they were poor, they were happy. They managed to get what they needed, most times, though there were plenty of hard times, especially when the thugs came through. The girls learned fast that when the alley got quiet, it was a cue to hide. It was not an easy life, and as they grew older, it didn't get any easier, but they managed.

Lila began taking odd jobs for merchants. She always had a better sense of morality than Devil, and felt that her stealing was unnecessary. Things were working out, until the poor girl took a job from a merchant known throughout the Lane for cruel, backhanded dealings. Devil pleaded with her to drop the job, but Lila was lured by the promise of good pay for a simple job. All she had to do was deliver a rare vase to a collector across town. Devil couldn't stop her. It should have been a quick job, two bells at most, but something was wrong. It had been too long. Devil tracked down the merchant and instead found a crowd. In the middle of it, a large, burly man, obviously a thug hired by the dirty merchant, was beating a young, blonde-headed girl... it was Lila. Devil saw red. She leaped onto the man's back and grabbed his jaw with one hand, her other at the back of his head. Without a second thought, she twisted. A loud snap, and the thug fell limp. She didn't care she'd just killed a man. She didn't care there were no less than a dozen witnesses. Her only thought was to save her sister, and with that, she helped Lila up, and got her back to their place in the Lane. The highlander was in bad shape, and could barely talk. Devil was doing all she could to help her, but she had no way of healing. Lila managed to tell her how she had been carrying the expensive vase to the buyer, when a large, cloaked man walked right into her, and knocked the vase to the ground, shattering it. When Lila went to tell the merchant, he flew into a rage, demanding she pay for the merchandise. When she told him she couldn't, he set his goon on her. Devil had an idea that the cloaked man and the goon were likely one and the same, and the whole thing had been a set-up by the cruel merchant. Before she could say as much, though, a woman in white interrupted. She had seen the fight start, and had gone to get the Brass Blades. It was over by the time she returned, and onlookers pointed her in the direction of Pearl Lane when she asked about the injured girl. Though Devil was wary of this stranger, Lila seemed comforted by her presence. As the woman began to channel healing magic, two of the Brass Blades showed up. They were getting mixed stories from the crowd, but one was certain; Devil had killed a man. As they began to drag her away, Devil saw the last of the woman's spell restore her friend. The woman, sensing her concern, called out that she would care for Lila in Devil's absence.

Ul'dah was in the middle of a refugee influx. Crimes and complaints were through the roof, and every day it seemed there was some new tragedy looming on the horizon. It was with little surprise that Devil learned hardly any leeway was being made in her case. By the time the Brass Blades learned the merchant had indeed set up the entire plot against Lila in an attempt to filch any gil she -had- earned, Devil had sat in the oubliette for nearly a year. During that time, the woman in white had come to see Devil a few times. At first, it was to tell her of Lila's welfare, at least until a few moons prior. The last time she came, the woman said she and her family had decided to adopt Lila. They were moving her to Limsa Lominsa for a fresh start. She extended the invitation for Devil to visit, though, deep down, the girl figured it was just a formality.

Once she was finally released, Devil went back to Pearl Lane. She thought it would be lonely and hard to bear. She was half-right. She missed her sister, but in the time she was gone, word of her attack on that man had spread, and grew into the beginnings of a reputation. Devil found herself on the cusp of something terrible... and great.

==Current Activities==
Devil has found herself wandering the new lands like so many others; Coerthas, Ishgard, and Dravania just to name a few, all for the promise of great challenges and greater loot. Aside from killing Nidhogg's dragons, a few heretics, and some stuffy-arsed paladins, things are fairly quiet for Devil... for the time being.

==Updates:==
8/28: After a sparring match turned sour, Devil sought out that insane Firebug, Ashe En'Vale again, to address the issue of the crystallized aether embedded within her. Ready with a solution, he took her and her healer of choice, Bloehaerz Blanceigsyn, deep into Urth's Fount and performed a dangerous, potentially-deadly ritual. It succeeded, but has presented new issues for her. The foci left by the first ritual have been completely absorbed into her own aether; they are no longer an issue, but in their wake, something darker lies. Where she had been learning how to draw aether off particular objects, and in one case a person, that ability has been stunted significantly by the process. She no longer emits a fiery, hot aura, but instead a chill seems to follow wherever she goes. She hates this, particularly up north. According to Ashe, she can relearn her fiery techniques, but it will take time. Until then, Dev might just be seen in warmer climes more often than previously, probably with nearby people treating her like a walking air conditioner. She -won't- be happy.

??: Devil went missing from the public eye for quite some time. Stories arose concerning her whereabouts, with speculations ranging from 'up north' to 'infiltrating Imperial strongholds' to the far-fetched 'the Void itself'. Very few people know the truth of it, and less would believe it if they heard. Upon her return, those sensitive to aether signatures will note an anomaly rivaling her usual oddness, and she's taken to keeping her forehead covered most times. On rare occasions, she might be found humming to herself, but if one listens closely enough, they'll note it's not humming, but a low, almost-growling conversation. Perhaps she's just plotting out loud? There are other, very small differences that seem to flare up only periodically, but they seem to be triggered by stress or anger. Devil has, since her return, seemed to cut ties with certain people; a former lover has been jilted along with any contacts she might have maintained within his free company. She has also picked up some new contacts, namely a band of miscreants who don't seem to notice or mind her penchant for the unsavory.

4/15: The group Devil now works with has signed onto a particularly interesting, if not equally dangerous job involving an ancient elezen who calls himself The Craftsman. Not much is known about the task at hand, or is open to discussion, only that it yet again involves shards of some sort and poses an imminent danger to all of Eorzea. It's like Ashe En'vale all over again... but with anger issues. And most likely death. Lots of death.

==Fun Devil Facts==

====Likes====
*Bolstering her bad-ass reputation
*Combat/danger in general
*Gil
*Tormenting people (it's a source of amusement)
*Learning more about that aether anomaly...
*Manly-men, not men in tights; not women with dicks either.

====Dislikes====
*Slavers
*Imperials and their supporters
*Miqo'te
*Merchants (the crooked ones)
*Children
*Whiny, dumb, or immature people
*'Chipper' folk
*Boredom
*Trash-can armor (shite's hot, feels like you're strapped to a long spine board, and can't see for squat!)
*Know-it-all, holier-than-thou paladins (grinds teeth just thinking about it...)
*Miqo'te.

==The Rumor Mill==

==='''Common Hear-say'''===

*"Y'know she killed a man when she was jus' a kid... big man, too. Some hired fella for a merchant. Th' way I hear it, took five Brass Blades t' catch 'er an' bring 'er in, an' even then, they was pale an' sweatin' with nerves from bein' close to 'er." -''merchant of Ul'dah''

*"Ain't nobody on the Lane don't know that girl. She's like a phantom, lingerin' in th' shadows. Some say she guards th' place. Others say her motives ain't so nice. I like t' think she's keepin' an eye on us." -''Landebert''

*"Don't pay any mind to what these drunks say about that girl. They're heart-sore she turned 'em down's all. She's all brambles and thorns, but there's a rose down in there, you have my word. I've seen 'er show kindness to people b'fore, though she'll deny it if ya ask 'er." -''Momodi''

==='''Uncommon Hear-say'''===

*"That girl's trouble of the wors' sort! I hear she's got a voidspawn trapped, an' uses it t' do 'er biddin'!" -''Raging Merchant of Ul'dah''

*"No, no, that ain't it! It ain't no 'voidspawn'; an ''Ascian'' tried to possess 'er, an' she trapped it in 'er mind! She leeches off its aether to fuel 'er chi or chai, or whatever th' hells her type fight with!" -''Raving Merchant of Ul'dah''

*"She's got just the right people in her pocket. Girl gets away with murder, ''literally''. I hear she's even got a pet paladin. Some say he protects her from the worst of the political and legal recursions; then some say it's the other way around. She does the dirty work he won't. Either way, it's best to stay on her good side. Or at least her indifferent side." -''Jenlyns''

*"Somethin's wrong about that girl. Ever seen 'er in the rain? Watch; wherever that rain hits 'er, it steams. Like she's runnin' the worst fever in th' history of Eorzea. I'm tellin' ya, she ain't right. Something's odd in her aether signature too, but she won't let anybody study her to find out what." -''Mamane''

*"I... Fine, fine... "Devilish struts about in that v-neck vest of hers, her bindings tucked loosely around her assets for all the world to see. The shoulder pauldron on her vest glints in the sunlight, catching the eye of all, each spike sparkling like freshly wrought steel and freshly buffed. Her pants clutch her derrière tightly, leaving nothing to the imagination as their black leather clings to her like a second skin. The hem of her pantline is so low cut one can see the faint traces of her hip--" Ugh! No. No, Vervara, I refuse to read this... What? No. I refuse! What?! Fine! Something about the city was burning down around her, but let me continue about how lushious her hair is! Ugh!" -''[[Sabine Aislihn]]''

==='''Rare Hear-say'''===

*"That girl can sing. She doesn't do it often, or where people c'n hear 'er, but I swear I heard 'er one day, down in the oubliette. It's... haunting." -''Aubelet''

*"Up in Coerthas, they swear she's a dragon. Said she even breathed a lick of fire at a guard once." -''overheard between two Wood Wailers at Buscarron's Druthers''

*"She once punched a primal so hard, it ''had children''." -''drunken Quicksand patron, who claims to be one of said children''
[[Category:Balmung]]

Devilish Sarracenia

2016-04-16T17:47:35Z

RedCrow13: /* Appearance */

[[category:Player Character]]
[[File:Devil closeup2.png|thumb|right|Person of Interest #929213, "Devil" (Balmung, NA server) ]]

==Public Record==

'''Brass Blades 'Person of Interest' File #929213:'''

'''Name:''' Devil

'''Race:''' Hellsguard Roegadyn

'''Gender:''' Female

'''Height:''' 7 fulms, 3.7 ilms

'''Known Record and Suspected Activities:'''

929213, or "Devil", first showed up in Ul'dah's Brass Blades files as a missing person from a local orphanage, back in 1557.
Though several attempts were made to apprehend and return her, she showed an aptitude for escaping confinement.
Eventually, further attempts were stalled due to the influx of refugees, though reports continued to trickle in of a girl fitting
929213's description filching food from local vendors. No major infractions occurred until later, in 1569, when 929213 was accused
of assault. When it was discovered the 'victim' was a known slave trader, the charges were dropped against 929213, as it was
generally considered self-defense. Her activities were known, but generally overlooked until 1566, when she attacked a hired hand
of a local merchant, only this assault led to murder. She was sentenced to an indefinite term in the oubliette while the
investigation was underway. Later, it was determined that the man and his employer were part of an underhanded dealing scheme in
which a young girl had been caught. The man had assaulted the girl, and 929213 intervened. She served a twelve-moon sentence before
release in late 1567.

Since her release, 929213's activities have increased in violence and frequency, from assault to known mercenary work, along with
suspected illegal interrogation methods, assassinations, and dealings with Ul'dah's Syndicate. However, with the continual influx of
refugees and the increased mobility with which 929213 has gained via her contacts, capture is unlikely, and solid proof of her misdeeds
are even harder to come by.

==General==

Though she does not have a permanent place of residence, Devil can most often be found prowling the back alleys and seedy neighborhoods of Ul'dah, Limsa Lominsa, and occasionally Gridania. Not always the most social of people, Devil prefers to maintain a low profile, which is strangely easy for this tall Roegadyn. She is suspected of participation or instigation in a variety of crimes, ranging from simple theft up to coordinated assassinations. However, she has built her reputation with just the right people; from members of the Ul'dahn Syndicate to certain individuals within the Brass Blades, to important figureheads in the other city-states as well, not to mention her contacts with the Scions of the Seventh Dawn themselves. She has effectively surrounded herself with powerful people and keeps herself just useful enough to their endeavors to prevent most attempts at her incarceration.

Recent Events:
(8/13/14) Devil showed up at the Oak Inn in the Lavender Beds in the company of a strange, red-haired man. She was unconscious when he delivered her to the property. The proprietor of the establishment questioned the man on Devil's condition, to which he admitted stabbing her sixteen times 'because she asked for it'. Under threat of arrest, he left, but the circumstances surrounding Devil's state remain a mystery. Of note, she seemed to be running a severe fever, but otherwise showed no signs of assault. She was ushered to a private quarters once she regained consciousness, though nothing further has been revealed about the strange man or his motives.

==Appearance==

[[File:Devil with shards.png|thumb|left|Devilish Sarracenia]]

Devil is a towering example of a female Roegadyn. At over seven fulms, she finds herself looking down on most people, which suits her just fine. Warm, deeply-tanned skin stretches taut over a form trained for strength and speed. Long, jet-black hair razored into a messy 'devil-may-care' cut frames a young (mid- to late-twenties) face, and provides a shroud for those eerily-pale lilac eyes to gleam mischievously from. Though it's not uncommon to see her in a full gear set, she typically prefers lighter, more comfortable outfits for reconnaissance, or for just meandering about town. Lean, lithe, and confident, she knows she's a force to be reckoned with.

A special note: those who are sensitive to aether in others will notice an anomaly in Devil's signature. It appears as a faint orange glow focusing around her heart. Those who are skilled in this study might even discern a very obscure crystalline shape, though it does not appear to be part of her physical form. Devil's body temperature runs notably higher than normal. (Worry not; she's not some Mary Sue half-primal disaster. This is a result of an RP adventure she became involved in.)Since recent events, the anomaly seems to have spread,focusing along sixteen major points throughout her body. The fever-like aura she typically exudes runs noticeably higher now, as well, and may indicate either an intensification of the anomaly, or perhaps a lack of control since its spread.

**Note:** Due to recent events, Devil's aether anomaly has shifted. There are no longer discernible points throughout her body where the aura focuses and her fever-like temperature has all but vanished except in very specific instances. ===Only characters who are fully-trained in and have the ability to sense or see aether will notice this:=== Devil's aura is now very dark and appears almost wisp-like, vanishing in places where before it was solidly connected. It gives it a thin, smoke-like appearance with many segments missing at any time.

==Behavior==

Usually coming across as aloof or uncaring, Devil mainly keeps to herself. Occasionally, she will branch out and make contact with some random person, though these encounters typically end quickly. She does have a sense of humor, deranged though it may be, and a quick wit backed by a sharp tongue. It is not uncommon to witness a ridiculous chance of luck favoring this woman; for whatever the reason, and regardless of her deeds, she certainly has bouts of 'the Devil's luck'... or is it skill?

Devil actually does have a few scruples when it comes to her illegal activities: for one, she absolutely, without exception, hates those who deal in any manner of slave trading. Likewise, she harbors a deep hatred for Imperials and those who support Garlean conquest which, to her, is little better than slavery. For another, Pearl Lane is her territory. She defends it and the beggars who live there from would-be rival takeovers, though this is not common knowledge to those who do not reside in the Lane. Finally, and perhaps most strangely, this cold-blooded fiend has been known to randomly provide 'good deeds' to various people. These range from saving strange adventurers from certain doom, to 'accidentally' dropping a handful of gil in a starving mother's hands. If asked, she'll deny it, or wave it away with some comment about having done her good deed for the week.

==History==

Devil was abandoned as an infant at the Gate of the Sultana in Ul'dah. With no clue to who her parents were or what fate befell them, she was given over to the local orphanage. Left with only a strange, thin metallic disc tied on a string around her neck, nothing was known of the child, save the one word on that disc- "Sarracenia". Scholars thought it a strange name, considering it was a known genus of carnivorous plant, reputed for luring its prey in close before delivering the killing blow. Certainly no name for a small child...

Over time, she earned her 'new' name, "Devilish". She was a handful, always managing to appear where she shouldn't be, vanishing on a whim, getting into trouble at the drop of a hat... She kept the matrons on their toes. During this time, she made her first, and likely only, friend. A fellow orphan, the little blonde-headed highlander girl went by the name of Lila, and though much quieter than the mischievous Devil, she tagged along like a shadow. The two became inseparable.

Years later, the pair were making one of their many forays into forbidden territory when they chanced upon a meeting of the matrons with a hooded figure. As they eavesdropped, they learned the matrons were making a deal to sell off some of the orphans and refugee children to this black-market dealer. The idea had Devil bristling, and with nowhere else to go, she and Lila ran away, into the streets of Ul'dah.

They survived with Devil stealing food for them while Lila begged for gil. Though they were poor, they were happy. They managed to get what they needed, most times, though there were plenty of hard times, especially when the thugs came through. The girls learned fast that when the alley got quiet, it was a cue to hide. It was not an easy life, and as they grew older, it didn't get any easier, but they managed.

Lila began taking odd jobs for merchants. She always had a better sense of morality than Devil, and felt that her stealing was unnecessary. Things were working out, until the poor girl took a job from a merchant known throughout the Lane for cruel, backhanded dealings. Devil pleaded with her to drop the job, but Lila was lured by the promise of good pay for a simple job. All she had to do was deliver a rare vase to a collector across town. Devil couldn't stop her. It should have been a quick job, two bells at most, but something was wrong. It had been too long. Devil tracked down the merchant and instead found a crowd. In the middle of it, a large, burly man, obviously a thug hired by the dirty merchant, was beating a young, blonde-headed girl... it was Lila. Devil saw red. She leaped onto the man's back and grabbed his jaw with one hand, her other at the back of his head. Without a second thought, she twisted. A loud snap, and the thug fell limp. She didn't care she'd just killed a man. She didn't care there were no less than a dozen witnesses. Her only thought was to save her sister, and with that, she helped Lila up, and got her back to their place in the Lane. The highlander was in bad shape, and could barely talk. Devil was doing all she could to help her, but she had no way of healing. Lila managed to tell her how she had been carrying the expensive vase to the buyer, when a large, cloaked man walked right into her, and knocked the vase to the ground, shattering it. When Lila went to tell the merchant, he flew into a rage, demanding she pay for the merchandise. When she told him she couldn't, he set his goon on her. Devil had an idea that the cloaked man and the goon were likely one and the same, and the whole thing had been a set-up by the cruel merchant. Before she could say as much, though, a woman in white interrupted. She had seen the fight start, and had gone to get the Brass Blades. It was over by the time she returned, and onlookers pointed her in the direction of Pearl Lane when she asked about the injured girl. Though Devil was wary of this stranger, Lila seemed comforted by her presence. As the woman began to channel healing magic, two of the Brass Blades showed up. They were getting mixed stories from the crowd, but one was certain; Devil had killed a man. As they began to drag her away, Devil saw the last of the woman's spell restore her friend. The woman, sensing her concern, called out that she would care for Lila in Devil's absence.

Ul'dah was in the middle of a refugee influx. Crimes and complaints were through the roof, and every day it seemed there was some new tragedy looming on the horizon. It was with little surprise that Devil learned hardly any leeway was being made in her case. By the time the Brass Blades learned the merchant had indeed set up the entire plot against Lila in an attempt to filch any gil she -had- earned, Devil had sat in the oubliette for nearly a year. During that time, the woman in white had come to see Devil a few times. At first, it was to tell her of Lila's welfare, at least until a few moons prior. The last time she came, the woman said she and her family had decided to adopt Lila. They were moving her to Limsa Lominsa for a fresh start. She extended the invitation for Devil to visit, though, deep down, the girl figured it was just a formality.

Once she was finally released, Devil went back to Pearl Lane. She thought it would be lonely and hard to bear. She was half-right. She missed her sister, but in the time she was gone, word of her attack on that man had spread, and grew into the beginnings of a reputation. Devil found herself on the cusp of something terrible... and great.

==Current Activities==
Devil has found herself wandering the new lands like so many others; Coerthas, Ishgard, and Dravania just to name a few, all for the promise of great challenges and greater loot. Aside from killing Nidhogg's dragons, a few heretics, and some stuffy-arsed paladins, things are fairly quiet for Devil... for the time being.

==Updates:==
8/28: After a sparring match turned sour, Devil sought out that insane Firebug, Ashe En'Vale again, to address the issue of the crystallized aether embedded within her. Ready with a solution, he took her and her healer of choice, Bloehaerz Blanceigsyn, deep into Urth's Fount and performed a dangerous, potentially-deadly ritual. It succeeded, but has presented new issues for her. The foci left by the first ritual have been completely absorbed into her own aether; they are no longer an issue, but in their wake, something darker lies. Where she had been learning how to draw aether off particular objects, and in one case a person, that ability has been stunted significantly by the process. She no longer emits a fiery, hot aura, but instead a chill seems to follow wherever she goes. She hates this, particularly up north. According to Ashe, she can relearn her fiery techniques, but it will take time. Until then, Dev might just be seen in warmer climes more often than previously, probably with nearby people treating her like a walking air conditioner. She -won't- be happy.

??: Devil went missing from the public eye for quite some time. Stories arose concerning her whereabouts, with speculations ranging from 'up north' to 'infiltrating Imperial strongholds' to the far-fetched 'the Void itself'. Very few people know the truth of it, and less would believe it if they heard. Upon her return, those sensitive to aether signatures will note an anomaly rivaling her usual oddness, and she's taken to keeping her forehead covered most times. On rare occasions, she might be found humming to herself, but if one listens closely enough, they'll note it's not humming, but a low, almost-growling conversation. Perhaps she's just plotting out loud? There are other, very small differences that seem to flare up only periodically, but they seem to be triggered by stress or anger. Devil has, since her return, seemed to cut ties with certain people; a former lover has been jilted along with any contacts she might have maintained within his free company. She has also picked up some new contacts, namely a band of miscreants who don't seem to notice or mind her penchant for the unsavory.

4/15: The group Devil now works with has signed onto a particularly interesting, if not equally dangerous job involving an ancient elezen who calls himself The Craftsman. Not much is known about the task at hand, or is open to discussion, only that it yet again involves shards of some sort and poses an imminent danger to all of Eorzea. It's like Ashe En'vale all over again... but with anger issues. And most likely death. Lots of death.

==Fun Devil Facts==

====Likes====
*Bolstering her bad-ass reputation
*Combat/danger in general
*Gil
*Tormenting people (it's a source of amusement)
*Learning more about that aether anomaly...
*Manly-men, not men in tights; not women with dicks either.

====Dislikes====
*Slavers
*Imperials and their supporters
*Miqo'te
*Merchants (the crooked ones)
*Children
*Whiny, dumb, or immature people
*'Chipper' folk
*Boredom
*Trash-can armor (shite's hot, feels like you're strapped to a long spine board, and can't see for squat!)
*Know-it-all, holier-than-thou paladins (grinds teeth just thinking about it...)
*Miqo'te.

==The Rumor Mill==

==='''Common Hear-say'''===

*"Y'know she killed a man when she was jus' a kid... big man, too. Some hired fella for a merchant. Th' way I hear it, took five Brass Blades t' catch 'er an' bring 'er in, an' even then, they was pale an' sweatin' with nerves from bein' close to 'er." -''merchant of Ul'dah''

*"Ain't nobody on the Lane don't know that girl. She's like a phantom, lingerin' in th' shadows. Some say she guards th' place. Others say her motives ain't so nice. I like t' think she's keepin' an eye on us." -''Landebert''

*"Don't pay any mind to what these drunks say about that girl. They're heart-sore she turned 'em down's all. She's all brambles and thorns, but there's a rose down in there, you have my word. I've seen 'er show kindness to people b'fore, though she'll deny it if ya ask 'er." -''Momodi''

==='''Uncommon Hear-say'''===

*"That girl's trouble of the wors' sort! I hear she's got a voidspawn trapped, an' uses it t' do 'er biddin'!" -''Raging Merchant of Ul'dah''

*"No, no, that ain't it! It ain't no 'voidspawn'; an ''Ascian'' tried to possess 'er, an' she trapped it in 'er mind! She leeches off its aether to fuel 'er chi or chai, or whatever th' hells her type fight with!" -''Raving Merchant of Ul'dah''

*"She's got just the right people in her pocket. Girl gets away with murder, ''literally''. I hear she's even got a pet paladin. Some say he protects her from the worst of the political and legal recursions; then some say it's the other way around. She does the dirty work he won't. Either way, it's best to stay on her good side. Or at least her indifferent side." -''Jenlyns''

*"Somethin's wrong about that girl. Ever seen 'er in the rain? Watch; wherever that rain hits 'er, it steams. Like she's runnin' the worst fever in th' history of Eorzea. I'm tellin' ya, she ain't right. Something's odd in her aether signature too, but she won't let anybody study her to find out what." -''Mamane''

*"I... Fine, fine... "Devilish struts about in that v-neck vest of hers, her bindings tucked loosely around her assets for all the world to see. The shoulder pauldron on her vest glints in the sunlight, catching the eye of all, each spike sparkling like freshly wrought steel and freshly buffed. Her pants clutch her derrière tightly, leaving nothing to the imagination as their black leather clings to her like a second skin. The hem of her pantline is so low cut one can see the faint traces of her hip--" Ugh! No. No, Vervara, I refuse to read this... What? No. I refuse! What?! Fine! Something about the city was burning down around her, but let me continue about how lushious her hair is! Ugh!" -''[[Sabine Aislihn]]''

==='''Rare Hear-say'''===

*"That girl can sing. She doesn't do it often, or where people c'n hear 'er, but I swear I heard 'er one day, down in the oubliette. It's... haunting." -''Aubelet''

*"Up in Coerthas, they swear she's a dragon. Said she even breathed a lick of fire at a guard once." -''overheard between two Wood Wailers at Buscarron's Druthers''

*"She once punched a primal so hard, it ''had children''." -''drunken Quicksand patron, who claims to be one of said children''
[[Category:Balmung]]

Devilish Sarracenia

2016-04-16T17:42:06Z

RedCrow13:

[[category:Player Character]]
[[File:Devil closeup2.png|thumb|right|Person of Interest #929213, "Devil" (Balmung, NA server) ]]

==Public Record==

'''Brass Blades 'Person of Interest' File #929213:'''

'''Name:''' Devil

'''Race:''' Hellsguard Roegadyn

'''Gender:''' Female

'''Height:''' 7 fulms, 3.7 ilms

'''Known Record and Suspected Activities:'''

929213, or "Devil", first showed up in Ul'dah's Brass Blades files as a missing person from a local orphanage, back in 1557.
Though several attempts were made to apprehend and return her, she showed an aptitude for escaping confinement.
Eventually, further attempts were stalled due to the influx of refugees, though reports continued to trickle in of a girl fitting
929213's description filching food from local vendors. No major infractions occurred until later, in 1569, when 929213 was accused
of assault. When it was discovered the 'victim' was a known slave trader, the charges were dropped against 929213, as it was
generally considered self-defense. Her activities were known, but generally overlooked until 1566, when she attacked a hired hand
of a local merchant, only this assault led to murder. She was sentenced to an indefinite term in the oubliette while the
investigation was underway. Later, it was determined that the man and his employer were part of an underhanded dealing scheme in
which a young girl had been caught. The man had assaulted the girl, and 929213 intervened. She served a twelve-moon sentence before
release in late 1567.

Since her release, 929213's activities have increased in violence and frequency, from assault to known mercenary work, along with
suspected illegal interrogation methods, assassinations, and dealings with Ul'dah's Syndicate. However, with the continual influx of
refugees and the increased mobility with which 929213 has gained via her contacts, capture is unlikely, and solid proof of her misdeeds
are even harder to come by.

==General==

Though she does not have a permanent place of residence, Devil can most often be found prowling the back alleys and seedy neighborhoods of Ul'dah, Limsa Lominsa, and occasionally Gridania. Not always the most social of people, Devil prefers to maintain a low profile, which is strangely easy for this tall Roegadyn. She is suspected of participation or instigation in a variety of crimes, ranging from simple theft up to coordinated assassinations. However, she has built her reputation with just the right people; from members of the Ul'dahn Syndicate to certain individuals within the Brass Blades, to important figureheads in the other city-states as well, not to mention her contacts with the Scions of the Seventh Dawn themselves. She has effectively surrounded herself with powerful people and keeps herself just useful enough to their endeavors to prevent most attempts at her incarceration.

Recent Events:
(8/13/14) Devil showed up at the Oak Inn in the Lavender Beds in the company of a strange, red-haired man. She was unconscious when he delivered her to the property. The proprietor of the establishment questioned the man on Devil's condition, to which he admitted stabbing her sixteen times 'because she asked for it'. Under threat of arrest, he left, but the circumstances surrounding Devil's state remain a mystery. Of note, she seemed to be running a severe fever, but otherwise showed no signs of assault. She was ushered to a private quarters once she regained consciousness, though nothing further has been revealed about the strange man or his motives.

==Appearance==

[[File:Devil with shards.png|thumb|left|Devilish Sarracenia]]

Devil is a towering example of a female Roegadyn. At over seven fulms, she finds herself looking down on most people, which suits her just fine. Warm, deeply-tanned skin stretches taut over a form trained for strength and speed. Long, jet-black hair razored into a messy 'devil-may-care' cut frames a young (mid- to late-twenties) face, and provides a shroud for those eerily-pale lilac eyes to gleam mischievously from. Though it's not uncommon to see her in a full gear set, she typically prefers lighter, more comfortable outfits for reconnaissance, or for just meandering about town. Lean, lithe, and confident, she knows she's a force to be reckoned with.

A special note: those who are sensitive to aether in others will notice an anomaly in Devil's signature. It appears as a faint orange glow focusing around her heart. Those who are skilled in this study might even discern a very obscure crystalline shape, though it does not appear to be part of her physical form. Devil's body temperature runs notably higher than normal. (Worry not; she's not some Mary Sue half-primal disaster. This is a result of an RP adventure she became involved in.)Since recent events, the anomaly seems to have spread,focusing along sixteen major points throughout her body. The fever-like aura she typically exudes runs noticeably higher now, as well, and may indicate either an intensification of the anomaly, or perhaps a lack of control since its spread.

==Behavior==

Usually coming across as aloof or uncaring, Devil mainly keeps to herself. Occasionally, she will branch out and make contact with some random person, though these encounters typically end quickly. She does have a sense of humor, deranged though it may be, and a quick wit backed by a sharp tongue. It is not uncommon to witness a ridiculous chance of luck favoring this woman; for whatever the reason, and regardless of her deeds, she certainly has bouts of 'the Devil's luck'... or is it skill?

Devil actually does have a few scruples when it comes to her illegal activities: for one, she absolutely, without exception, hates those who deal in any manner of slave trading. Likewise, she harbors a deep hatred for Imperials and those who support Garlean conquest which, to her, is little better than slavery. For another, Pearl Lane is her territory. She defends it and the beggars who live there from would-be rival takeovers, though this is not common knowledge to those who do not reside in the Lane. Finally, and perhaps most strangely, this cold-blooded fiend has been known to randomly provide 'good deeds' to various people. These range from saving strange adventurers from certain doom, to 'accidentally' dropping a handful of gil in a starving mother's hands. If asked, she'll deny it, or wave it away with some comment about having done her good deed for the week.

==History==

Devil was abandoned as an infant at the Gate of the Sultana in Ul'dah. With no clue to who her parents were or what fate befell them, she was given over to the local orphanage. Left with only a strange, thin metallic disc tied on a string around her neck, nothing was known of the child, save the one word on that disc- "Sarracenia". Scholars thought it a strange name, considering it was a known genus of carnivorous plant, reputed for luring its prey in close before delivering the killing blow. Certainly no name for a small child...

Over time, she earned her 'new' name, "Devilish". She was a handful, always managing to appear where she shouldn't be, vanishing on a whim, getting into trouble at the drop of a hat... She kept the matrons on their toes. During this time, she made her first, and likely only, friend. A fellow orphan, the little blonde-headed highlander girl went by the name of Lila, and though much quieter than the mischievous Devil, she tagged along like a shadow. The two became inseparable.

Years later, the pair were making one of their many forays into forbidden territory when they chanced upon a meeting of the matrons with a hooded figure. As they eavesdropped, they learned the matrons were making a deal to sell off some of the orphans and refugee children to this black-market dealer. The idea had Devil bristling, and with nowhere else to go, she and Lila ran away, into the streets of Ul'dah.

They survived with Devil stealing food for them while Lila begged for gil. Though they were poor, they were happy. They managed to get what they needed, most times, though there were plenty of hard times, especially when the thugs came through. The girls learned fast that when the alley got quiet, it was a cue to hide. It was not an easy life, and as they grew older, it didn't get any easier, but they managed.

Lila began taking odd jobs for merchants. She always had a better sense of morality than Devil, and felt that her stealing was unnecessary. Things were working out, until the poor girl took a job from a merchant known throughout the Lane for cruel, backhanded dealings. Devil pleaded with her to drop the job, but Lila was lured by the promise of good pay for a simple job. All she had to do was deliver a rare vase to a collector across town. Devil couldn't stop her. It should have been a quick job, two bells at most, but something was wrong. It had been too long. Devil tracked down the merchant and instead found a crowd. In the middle of it, a large, burly man, obviously a thug hired by the dirty merchant, was beating a young, blonde-headed girl... it was Lila. Devil saw red. She leaped onto the man's back and grabbed his jaw with one hand, her other at the back of his head. Without a second thought, she twisted. A loud snap, and the thug fell limp. She didn't care she'd just killed a man. She didn't care there were no less than a dozen witnesses. Her only thought was to save her sister, and with that, she helped Lila up, and got her back to their place in the Lane. The highlander was in bad shape, and could barely talk. Devil was doing all she could to help her, but she had no way of healing. Lila managed to tell her how she had been carrying the expensive vase to the buyer, when a large, cloaked man walked right into her, and knocked the vase to the ground, shattering it. When Lila went to tell the merchant, he flew into a rage, demanding she pay for the merchandise. When she told him she couldn't, he set his goon on her. Devil had an idea that the cloaked man and the goon were likely one and the same, and the whole thing had been a set-up by the cruel merchant. Before she could say as much, though, a woman in white interrupted. She had seen the fight start, and had gone to get the Brass Blades. It was over by the time she returned, and onlookers pointed her in the direction of Pearl Lane when she asked about the injured girl. Though Devil was wary of this stranger, Lila seemed comforted by her presence. As the woman began to channel healing magic, two of the Brass Blades showed up. They were getting mixed stories from the crowd, but one was certain; Devil had killed a man. As they began to drag her away, Devil saw the last of the woman's spell restore her friend. The woman, sensing her concern, called out that she would care for Lila in Devil's absence.

Ul'dah was in the middle of a refugee influx. Crimes and complaints were through the roof, and every day it seemed there was some new tragedy looming on the horizon. It was with little surprise that Devil learned hardly any leeway was being made in her case. By the time the Brass Blades learned the merchant had indeed set up the entire plot against Lila in an attempt to filch any gil she -had- earned, Devil had sat in the oubliette for nearly a year. During that time, the woman in white had come to see Devil a few times. At first, it was to tell her of Lila's welfare, at least until a few moons prior. The last time she came, the woman said she and her family had decided to adopt Lila. They were moving her to Limsa Lominsa for a fresh start. She extended the invitation for Devil to visit, though, deep down, the girl figured it was just a formality.

Once she was finally released, Devil went back to Pearl Lane. She thought it would be lonely and hard to bear. She was half-right. She missed her sister, but in the time she was gone, word of her attack on that man had spread, and grew into the beginnings of a reputation. Devil found herself on the cusp of something terrible... and great.

==Current Activities==
Devil has found herself wandering the new lands like so many others; Coerthas, Ishgard, and Dravania just to name a few, all for the promise of great challenges and greater loot. Aside from killing Nidhogg's dragons, a few heretics, and some stuffy-arsed paladins, things are fairly quiet for Devil... for the time being.

==Updates:==
8/28: After a sparring match turned sour, Devil sought out that insane Firebug, Ashe En'Vale again, to address the issue of the crystallized aether embedded within her. Ready with a solution, he took her and her healer of choice, Bloehaerz Blanceigsyn, deep into Urth's Fount and performed a dangerous, potentially-deadly ritual. It succeeded, but has presented new issues for her. The foci left by the first ritual have been completely absorbed into her own aether; they are no longer an issue, but in their wake, something darker lies. Where she had been learning how to draw aether off particular objects, and in one case a person, that ability has been stunted significantly by the process. She no longer emits a fiery, hot aura, but instead a chill seems to follow wherever she goes. She hates this, particularly up north. According to Ashe, she can relearn her fiery techniques, but it will take time. Until then, Dev might just be seen in warmer climes more often than previously, probably with nearby people treating her like a walking air conditioner. She -won't- be happy.

??: Devil went missing from the public eye for quite some time. Stories arose concerning her whereabouts, with speculations ranging from 'up north' to 'infiltrating Imperial strongholds' to the far-fetched 'the Void itself'. Very few people know the truth of it, and less would believe it if they heard. Upon her return, those sensitive to aether signatures will note an anomaly rivaling her usual oddness, and she's taken to keeping her forehead covered most times. On rare occasions, she might be found humming to herself, but if one listens closely enough, they'll note it's not humming, but a low, almost-growling conversation. Perhaps she's just plotting out loud? There are other, very small differences that seem to flare up only periodically, but they seem to be triggered by stress or anger. Devil has, since her return, seemed to cut ties with certain people; a former lover has been jilted along with any contacts she might have maintained within his free company. She has also picked up some new contacts, namely a band of miscreants who don't seem to notice or mind her penchant for the unsavory.

4/15: The group Devil now works with has signed onto a particularly interesting, if not equally dangerous job involving an ancient elezen who calls himself The Craftsman. Not much is known about the task at hand, or is open to discussion, only that it yet again involves shards of some sort and poses an imminent danger to all of Eorzea. It's like Ashe En'vale all over again... but with anger issues. And most likely death. Lots of death.

==Fun Devil Facts==

====Likes====
*Bolstering her bad-ass reputation
*Combat/danger in general
*Gil
*Tormenting people (it's a source of amusement)
*Learning more about that aether anomaly...
*Manly-men, not men in tights; not women with dicks either.

====Dislikes====
*Slavers
*Imperials and their supporters
*Miqo'te
*Merchants (the crooked ones)
*Children
*Whiny, dumb, or immature people
*'Chipper' folk
*Boredom
*Trash-can armor (shite's hot, feels like you're strapped to a long spine board, and can't see for squat!)
*Know-it-all, holier-than-thou paladins (grinds teeth just thinking about it...)
*Miqo'te.

==The Rumor Mill==

==='''Common Hear-say'''===

*"Y'know she killed a man when she was jus' a kid... big man, too. Some hired fella for a merchant. Th' way I hear it, took five Brass Blades t' catch 'er an' bring 'er in, an' even then, they was pale an' sweatin' with nerves from bein' close to 'er." -''merchant of Ul'dah''

*"Ain't nobody on the Lane don't know that girl. She's like a phantom, lingerin' in th' shadows. Some say she guards th' place. Others say her motives ain't so nice. I like t' think she's keepin' an eye on us." -''Landebert''

*"Don't pay any mind to what these drunks say about that girl. They're heart-sore she turned 'em down's all. She's all brambles and thorns, but there's a rose down in there, you have my word. I've seen 'er show kindness to people b'fore, though she'll deny it if ya ask 'er." -''Momodi''

==='''Uncommon Hear-say'''===

*"That girl's trouble of the wors' sort! I hear she's got a voidspawn trapped, an' uses it t' do 'er biddin'!" -''Raging Merchant of Ul'dah''

*"No, no, that ain't it! It ain't no 'voidspawn'; an ''Ascian'' tried to possess 'er, an' she trapped it in 'er mind! She leeches off its aether to fuel 'er chi or chai, or whatever th' hells her type fight with!" -''Raving Merchant of Ul'dah''

*"She's got just the right people in her pocket. Girl gets away with murder, ''literally''. I hear she's even got a pet paladin. Some say he protects her from the worst of the political and legal recursions; then some say it's the other way around. She does the dirty work he won't. Either way, it's best to stay on her good side. Or at least her indifferent side." -''Jenlyns''

*"Somethin's wrong about that girl. Ever seen 'er in the rain? Watch; wherever that rain hits 'er, it steams. Like she's runnin' the worst fever in th' history of Eorzea. I'm tellin' ya, she ain't right. Something's odd in her aether signature too, but she won't let anybody study her to find out what." -''Mamane''

*"I... Fine, fine... "Devilish struts about in that v-neck vest of hers, her bindings tucked loosely around her assets for all the world to see. The shoulder pauldron on her vest glints in the sunlight, catching the eye of all, each spike sparkling like freshly wrought steel and freshly buffed. Her pants clutch her derrière tightly, leaving nothing to the imagination as their black leather clings to her like a second skin. The hem of her pantline is so low cut one can see the faint traces of her hip--" Ugh! No. No, Vervara, I refuse to read this... What? No. I refuse! What?! Fine! Something about the city was burning down around her, but let me continue about how lushious her hair is! Ugh!" -''[[Sabine Aislihn]]''

==='''Rare Hear-say'''===

*"That girl can sing. She doesn't do it often, or where people c'n hear 'er, but I swear I heard 'er one day, down in the oubliette. It's... haunting." -''Aubelet''

*"Up in Coerthas, they swear she's a dragon. Said she even breathed a lick of fire at a guard once." -''overheard between two Wood Wailers at Buscarron's Druthers''

*"She once punched a primal so hard, it ''had children''." -''drunken Quicksand patron, who claims to be one of said children''
[[Category:Balmung]]

Devilish Sarracenia

2015-09-04T23:44:08Z

RedCrow13: /* Likes */

[[category:Player Character]]
[[File:Devil closeup2.png|thumb|right|Person of Interest #929213, "Devil" (Balmung, NA server) ]]

==Public Record==

'''Brass Blades 'Person of Interest' File #929213:'''

'''Name:''' Devil

'''Race:''' Hellsguard Roegadyn

'''Gender:''' Female

'''Height:''' 7 fulms, 3.7 ilms

'''Known Record and Suspected Activities:'''

929213, or "Devil", first showed up in Ul'dah's Brass Blades files as a missing person from a local orphanage, back in 1557.
Though several attempts were made to apprehend and return her, she showed an aptitude for escaping confinement.
Eventually, further attempts were stalled due to the influx of refugees, though reports continued to trickle in of a girl fitting
929213's description filching food from local vendors. No major infractions occurred until later, in 1569, when 929213 was accused
of assault. When it was discovered the 'victim' was a known slave trader, the charges were dropped against 929213, as it was
generally considered self-defense. Her activities were known, but generally overlooked until 1566, when she attacked a hired hand
of a local merchant, only this assault led to murder. She was sentenced to an indefinite term in the oubliette while the
investigation was underway. Later, it was determined that the man and his employer were part of an underhanded dealing scheme in
which a young girl had been caught. The man had assaulted the girl, and 929213 intervened. She served a twelve-moon sentence before
release in late 1567.

Since her release, 929213's activities have increased in violence and frequency, from assault to known mercenary work, along with
suspected illegal interrogation methods, assassinations, and dealings with Ul'dah's Syndicate. However, with the continual influx of
refugees and the increased mobility with which 929213 has gained via her contacts, capture is unlikely, and solid proof of her misdeeds
are even harder to come by.

==General==

Though she does not have a permanent place of residence, Devil can most often be found prowling the back alleys and seedy neighborhoods of Ul'dah, Limsa Lominsa, and occasionally Gridania. Not always the most social of people, Devil prefers to maintain a low profile, which is strangely easy for this tall Roegadyn. She is suspected of participation or instigation in a variety of crimes, ranging from simple theft up to coordinated assassinations. However, she has built her reputation with just the right people; from members of the Ul'dahn Syndicate to certain individuals within the Brass Blades, to important figureheads in the other city-states as well, not to mention her contacts with the Scions of the Seventh Dawn themselves. She has effectively surrounded herself with powerful people and keeps herself just useful enough to their endeavors to prevent most attempts at her incarceration.

Recent Events:
(8/13/14) Devil showed up at the Oak Inn in the Lavender Beds in the company of a strange, red-haired man. She was unconscious when he delivered her to the property. The proprietor of the establishment questioned the man on Devil's condition, to which he admitted stabbing her sixteen times 'because she asked for it'. Under threat of arrest, he left, but the circumstances surrounding Devil's state remain a mystery. Of note, she seemed to be running a severe fever, but otherwise showed no signs of assault. She was ushered to a private quarters once she regained consciousness, though nothing further has been revealed about the strange man or his motives.

==Appearance==

[[File:Devil with shards.png|thumb|left|Devilish Sarracenia]]

Devil is a towering example of a female Roegadyn. At over seven fulms, she finds herself looking down on most people, which suits her just fine. Warm, deeply-tanned skin stretches taut over a form trained for strength and speed. Long, jet-black hair razored into a messy 'devil-may-care' cut frames a young (mid- to late-twenties) face, and provides a shroud for those eerily-pale lilac eyes to gleam mischievously from. Though it's not uncommon to see her in a full gear set, she typically prefers lighter, more comfortable outfits for reconnaissance, or for just meandering about town. Lean, lithe, and confident, she knows she's a force to be reckoned with.

A special note: those who are sensitive to aether in others will notice an anomaly in Devil's signature. It appears as a faint orange glow focusing around her heart. Those who are skilled in this study might even discern a very obscure crystalline shape, though it does not appear to be part of her physical form. Devil's body temperature runs notably higher than normal. (Worry not; she's not some Mary Sue half-primal disaster. This is a result of an RP adventure she became involved in.)Since recent events, the anomaly seems to have spread,focusing along sixteen major points throughout her body. The fever-like aura she typically exudes runs noticeably higher now, as well, and may indicate either an intensification of the anomaly, or perhaps a lack of control since its spread.

==Behavior==

Usually coming across as aloof or uncaring, Devil mainly keeps to herself. Occasionally, she will branch out and make contact with some random person, though these encounters typically end quickly. She does have a sense of humor, deranged though it may be, and a quick wit backed by a sharp tongue. It is not uncommon to witness a ridiculous chance of luck favoring this woman; for whatever the reason, and regardless of her deeds, she certainly has bouts of 'the Devil's luck'... or is it skill?

Devil actually does have a few scruples when it comes to her illegal activities: for one, she absolutely, without exception, hates those who deal in any manner of slave trading. Likewise, she harbors a deep hatred for Imperials and those who support Garlean conquest which, to her, is little better than slavery. For another, Pearl Lane is her territory. She defends it and the beggars who live there from would-be rival takeovers, though this is not common knowledge to those who do not reside in the Lane. Finally, and perhaps most strangely, this cold-blooded fiend has been known to randomly provide 'good deeds' to various people. These range from saving strange adventurers from certain doom, to 'accidentally' dropping a handful of gil in a starving mother's hands. If asked, she'll deny it, or wave it away with some comment about having done her good deed for the week.

==History==

Devil was abandoned as an infant at the Gate of the Sultana in Ul'dah. With no clue to who her parents were or what fate befell them, she was given over to the local orphanage. Left with only a note tied on a string around her neck, nothing was known of the child, save the one word on that parchment- "Sarracenia". Scholars thought it a strange name, considering it was a known genus of carnivorous plant, reputed for luring its prey in close before delivering the killing blow. Certainly no name for a small child...

Over time, she earned her 'new' name, "Devilish". She was certainly a handful, always managing to appear where she shouldn't be, vanishing on a whim, getting into trouble at the drop of a hat... She kept the matrons on their toes. During this time, she made her first, and likely only, friend. A fellow orphan, the little blonde-headed highlander girl went by the name of Lila, and though much quieter than the mischievous Devil, she tagged along like a shadow. The two became inseparable.

Years later, the pair were making one of their many forays into forbidden territory when they chanced upon a meeting of the matrons with a hooded figure. As they eavesdropped, they learned the matrons were making a deal to sell off some of the orphans and refugee children to this black-market dealer. The idea had Devil bristling, and with nowhere else to go, she and Lila ran away, into the streets of Ul'dah.

They survived with Devil stealing food for them while Lila begged for gil. Though they were poor, they were happy. They managed to get what they needed, most times, though there were plenty of hard times, especially when the thugs came through. The girls learned fast that when the alley got quiet, it was a cue to hide. It was not an easy life, and as they grew older, it didn't get any easier, but they managed.

Lila began taking odd jobs for merchants. She always had a better sense of morality than Devil, and felt that her stealing was unnecessary. Things were working out, until the poor girl took a job from a merchant known throughout the Lane for cruel, backhanded dealings. Devil pleaded with her to drop the job, but Lila was lured by the promise of good pay for a simple job. All she had to do was deliver a rare vase to a collector across town. Devil couldn't stop her. It should have been a quick job, two bells at most, but something was wrong. It had been too long. Devil tracked down the merchant and instead found a crowd. In the middle of it, a large, burly man, obviously a thug hired by the dirty merchant, was beating a young, blonde-headed girl... it was Lila. Devil saw red. She leaped onto the man's back and grabbed his jaw with one hand, her other at the back of his head. Without a second thought, she twisted. A loud snap, and the thug fell limp. She didn't care she'd just killed a man. She didn't care there were no less than a dozen witnesses. Her only thought was to save her sister, and with that, she helped Lila up, and got her back to their place in the Lane. The highlander was in bad shape, and could barely talk. Devil was doing all she could to help her, but she had no way of healing. Lila managed to tell her how she had been carrying the expensive vase to the buyer, when a large, cloaked man walked right into her, and knocked the vase to the ground, shattering it. When Lila went to tell the merchant, he flew into a rage, demanding she pay for the merchandise. When she told him she couldn't, he set his goon on her. Devil had an idea that the cloaked man and the goon were likely one and the same, and the whole thing had been a set-up by the cruel merchant. Before she could say as much, though, a woman in white interrupted. She had seen the fight start, and had gone to get the Brass Blades. It was over by the time she returned, and onlookers pointed her in the direction of Pearl Lane when she asked about the injured girl. Though Devil was wary of this stranger, Lila seemed comforted by her presence. As the woman began to channel healing magic, two of the Brass Blades showed up. They were getting mixed stories from the crowd, but one was certain; Devil had killed a man. As they began to drag her away, Devil saw the last of the woman's spell restore her friend. The woman, sensing her concern, called out that she would care for Lila in Devil's absence.

Ul'dah was in the middle of a refugee influx. Crimes and complaints were through the roof, and every day it seemed there was some new tragedy looming on the horizon. It was with little surprise that Devil learned hardly any leeway was being made in her case. By the time the Brass Blades learned the merchant had indeed set up the entire plot against Lila in an attempt to filch any gil she -had- earned, Devil had sat in the oubliette for nearly a year. During that time, the woman in white had come to see Devil a few times. At first, it was to tell her of Lila's welfare, at least until a few moons prior. The last time she came, the woman said she and her family had decided to adopt Lila. They were moving her to Limsa Lominsa for a fresh start. She extended the invitation for Devil to visit, though, deep down, the girl figured it was just a formality.

Once she was finally released, Devil went back to Pearl Lane. She thought it would be lonely and hard to bear. She was half-right. She missed her sister, but in the time she was gone, word of her attack on that man had spread, and grew into the beginnings of a reputation. Devil found herself on the cusp of something terrible... and great.

==Current Activities==
Devil has found herself wandering the new lands like so many others; Coerthas, Ishgard, and Dravania just to name a few, all for the promise of great challenges and greater loot. Aside from killing Nidhogg's dragons, a few heretics, and some stuffy-arsed paladins, things are fairly quiet for Devil... for the time being.

==Updates:==
8/28: After a sparring match turned sour, Devil sought out that insane Firebug, Ashe En'Vale again, to address the issue of the crystallized aether embedded within her. Ready with a solution, he took her and her healer of choice, Bloehaerz Blanceigsyn, deep into Urth's Fount and performed a dangerous, potentially-deadly ritual. It succeeded, but has presented new issues for her. The foci left by the first ritual have been completely absorbed into her own aether; they are no longer an issue, but in their wake, something darker lies. Where she had been learning how to draw aether off particular objects, and in one case a person, that ability has been stunted significantly by the process. She no longer emits a fiery, hot aura, but instead a chill seems to follow wherever she goes. She hates this, particularly up north. According to Ashe, she can relearn her fiery techniques, but it will take time. Until then, Dev might just be seen in warmer climes more often than previously, probably with nearby people treating her like a walking air conditioner. She -won't- be happy.

==Fun Devil Facts==

====Likes====
*Bolstering her bad-ass reputation
*Combat/danger in general
*Gil
*Tormenting people (it's a source of amusement)
*Learning more about that aether anomaly...
*Manly-men, not men in tights; not women with dicks either.

====Dislikes====
*Slavers
*Imperials and their supporters
*Miqo'te
*Merchants (the crooked ones)
*Children
*Whiny, dumb, or immature people
*'Chipper' folk
*Boredom
*Trash-can armor (shite's hot, feels like you're strapped to a long spine board, and can't see for squat!)
*Know-it-all, holier-than-thou paladins (grinds teeth just thinking about it...)
*Miqo'te.

==The Rumor Mill==

==='''Common Hear-say'''===

*"Y'know she killed a man when she was jus' a kid... big man, too. Some hired fella for a merchant. Th' way I hear it, took five Brass Blades t' catch 'er an' bring 'er in, an' even then, they was pale an' sweatin' with nerves from bein' close to 'er." -''merchant of Ul'dah''

*"Ain't nobody on the Lane don't know that girl. She's like a phantom, lingerin' in th' shadows. Some say she guards th' place. Others say her motives ain't so nice. I like t' think she's keepin' an eye on us." -''Landebert''

*"Don't pay any mind to what these drunks say about that girl. They're heart-sore she turned 'em down's all. She's all brambles and thorns, but there's a rose down in there, you have my word. I've seen 'er show kindness to people b'fore, though she'll deny it if ya ask 'er." -''Momodi''

==='''Uncommon Hear-say'''===

*"That girl's trouble of the wors' sort! I hear she's got a voidspawn trapped, an' uses it t' do 'er biddin'!" -''Raging Merchant of Ul'dah''

*"No, no, that ain't it! It ain't no 'voidspawn'; an ''Ascian'' tried to possess 'er, an' she trapped it in 'er mind! She leeches off its aether to fuel 'er chi or chai, or whatever th' hells her type fight with!" -''Raving Merchant of Ul'dah''

*"She's got just the right people in her pocket. Girl gets away with murder, ''literally''. I hear she's even got a pet paladin. Some say he protects her from the worst of the political and legal recursions; then some say it's the other way around. She does the dirty work he won't. Either way, it's best to stay on her good side. Or at least her indifferent side." -''Jenlyns''

*"Somethin's wrong about that girl. Ever seen 'er in the rain? Watch; wherever that rain hits 'er, it steams. Like she's runnin' the worst fever in th' history of Eorzea. I'm tellin' ya, she ain't right. Something's odd in her aether signature too, but she won't let anybody study her to find out what." -''Mamane''

*"I... Fine, fine... "Devilish struts about in that v-neck vest of hers, her bindings tucked loosely around her assets for all the world to see. The shoulder pauldron on her vest glints in the sunlight, catching the eye of all, each spike sparkling like freshly wrought steel and freshly buffed. Her pants clutch her derrière tightly, leaving nothing to the imagination as their black leather clings to her like a second skin. The hem of her pantline is so low cut one can see the faint traces of her hip--" Ugh! No. No, Vervara, I refuse to read this... What? No. I refuse! What?! Fine! Something about the city was burning down around her, but let me continue about how lushious her hair is! Ugh!" -''[[Sabine Aislihn]]''

==='''Rare Hear-say'''===

*"That girl can sing. She doesn't do it often, or where people c'n hear 'er, but I swear I heard 'er one day, down in the oubliette. It's... haunting." -''Aubelet''

*"Up in Coerthas, they swear she's a dragon. Said she even breathed a lick of fire at a guard once." -''overheard between two Wood Wailers at Buscarron's Druthers''

*"She once punched a primal so hard, it ''had children''." -''drunken Quicksand patron, who claims to be one of said children''
[[Category:Balmung]]

Devilish Sarracenia

2015-08-30T06:05:24Z

RedCrow13: /* Updates: */

[[category:Player Character]]
[[File:Devil closeup2.png|thumb|right|Person of Interest #929213, "Devil" (Balmung, NA server) ]]

==Public Record==

'''Brass Blades 'Person of Interest' File #929213:'''

'''Name:''' Devil

'''Race:''' Hellsguard Roegadyn

'''Gender:''' Female

'''Height:''' 7 fulms, 3.7 ilms

'''Known Record and Suspected Activities:'''

929213, or "Devil", first showed up in Ul'dah's Brass Blades files as a missing person from a local orphanage, back in 1557.
Though several attempts were made to apprehend and return her, she showed an aptitude for escaping confinement.
Eventually, further attempts were stalled due to the influx of refugees, though reports continued to trickle in of a girl fitting
929213's description filching food from local vendors. No major infractions occurred until later, in 1569, when 929213 was accused
of assault. When it was discovered the 'victim' was a known slave trader, the charges were dropped against 929213, as it was
generally considered self-defense. Her activities were known, but generally overlooked until 1566, when she attacked a hired hand
of a local merchant, only this assault led to murder. She was sentenced to an indefinite term in the oubliette while the
investigation was underway. Later, it was determined that the man and his employer were part of an underhanded dealing scheme in
which a young girl had been caught. The man had assaulted the girl, and 929213 intervened. She served a twelve-moon sentence before
release in late 1567.

Since her release, 929213's activities have increased in violence and frequency, from assault to known mercenary work, along with
suspected illegal interrogation methods, assassinations, and dealings with Ul'dah's Syndicate. However, with the continual influx of
refugees and the increased mobility with which 929213 has gained via her contacts, capture is unlikely, and solid proof of her misdeeds
are even harder to come by.

==General==

Though she does not have a permanent place of residence, Devil can most often be found prowling the back alleys and seedy neighborhoods of Ul'dah, Limsa Lominsa, and occasionally Gridania. Not always the most social of people, Devil prefers to maintain a low profile, which is strangely easy for this tall Roegadyn. She is suspected of participation or instigation in a variety of crimes, ranging from simple theft up to coordinated assassinations. However, she has built her reputation with just the right people; from members of the Ul'dahn Syndicate to certain individuals within the Brass Blades, to important figureheads in the other city-states as well, not to mention her contacts with the Scions of the Seventh Dawn themselves. She has effectively surrounded herself with powerful people and keeps herself just useful enough to their endeavors to prevent most attempts at her incarceration.

Recent Events:
(8/13/14) Devil showed up at the Oak Inn in the Lavender Beds in the company of a strange, red-haired man. She was unconscious when he delivered her to the property. The proprietor of the establishment questioned the man on Devil's condition, to which he admitted stabbing her sixteen times 'because she asked for it'. Under threat of arrest, he left, but the circumstances surrounding Devil's state remain a mystery. Of note, she seemed to be running a severe fever, but otherwise showed no signs of assault. She was ushered to a private quarters once she regained consciousness, though nothing further has been revealed about the strange man or his motives.

==Appearance==

[[File:Devil with shards.png|thumb|left|Devilish Sarracenia]]

Devil is a towering example of a female Roegadyn. At over seven fulms, she finds herself looking down on most people, which suits her just fine. Warm, deeply-tanned skin stretches taut over a form trained for strength and speed. Long, jet-black hair razored into a messy 'devil-may-care' cut frames a young (mid- to late-twenties) face, and provides a shroud for those eerily-pale lilac eyes to gleam mischievously from. Though it's not uncommon to see her in a full gear set, she typically prefers lighter, more comfortable outfits for reconnaissance, or for just meandering about town. Lean, lithe, and confident, she knows she's a force to be reckoned with.

A special note: those who are sensitive to aether in others will notice an anomaly in Devil's signature. It appears as a faint orange glow focusing around her heart. Those who are skilled in this study might even discern a very obscure crystalline shape, though it does not appear to be part of her physical form. Devil's body temperature runs notably higher than normal. (Worry not; she's not some Mary Sue half-primal disaster. This is a result of an RP adventure she became involved in.)Since recent events, the anomaly seems to have spread,focusing along sixteen major points throughout her body. The fever-like aura she typically exudes runs noticeably higher now, as well, and may indicate either an intensification of the anomaly, or perhaps a lack of control since its spread.

==Behavior==

Usually coming across as aloof or uncaring, Devil mainly keeps to herself. Occasionally, she will branch out and make contact with some random person, though these encounters typically end quickly. She does have a sense of humor, deranged though it may be, and a quick wit backed by a sharp tongue. It is not uncommon to witness a ridiculous chance of luck favoring this woman; for whatever the reason, and regardless of her deeds, she certainly has bouts of 'the Devil's luck'... or is it skill?

Devil actually does have a few scruples when it comes to her illegal activities: for one, she absolutely, without exception, hates those who deal in any manner of slave trading. Likewise, she harbors a deep hatred for Imperials and those who support Garlean conquest which, to her, is little better than slavery. For another, Pearl Lane is her territory. She defends it and the beggars who live there from would-be rival takeovers, though this is not common knowledge to those who do not reside in the Lane. Finally, and perhaps most strangely, this cold-blooded fiend has been known to randomly provide 'good deeds' to various people. These range from saving strange adventurers from certain doom, to 'accidentally' dropping a handful of gil in a starving mother's hands. If asked, she'll deny it, or wave it away with some comment about having done her good deed for the week.

==History==

Devil was abandoned as an infant at the Gate of the Sultana in Ul'dah. With no clue to who her parents were or what fate befell them, she was given over to the local orphanage. Left with only a note tied on a string around her neck, nothing was known of the child, save the one word on that parchment- "Sarracenia". Scholars thought it a strange name, considering it was a known genus of carnivorous plant, reputed for luring its prey in close before delivering the killing blow. Certainly no name for a small child...

Over time, she earned her 'new' name, "Devilish". She was certainly a handful, always managing to appear where she shouldn't be, vanishing on a whim, getting into trouble at the drop of a hat... She kept the matrons on their toes. During this time, she made her first, and likely only, friend. A fellow orphan, the little blonde-headed highlander girl went by the name of Lila, and though much quieter than the mischievous Devil, she tagged along like a shadow. The two became inseparable.

Years later, the pair were making one of their many forays into forbidden territory when they chanced upon a meeting of the matrons with a hooded figure. As they eavesdropped, they learned the matrons were making a deal to sell off some of the orphans and refugee children to this black-market dealer. The idea had Devil bristling, and with nowhere else to go, she and Lila ran away, into the streets of Ul'dah.

They survived with Devil stealing food for them while Lila begged for gil. Though they were poor, they were happy. They managed to get what they needed, most times, though there were plenty of hard times, especially when the thugs came through. The girls learned fast that when the alley got quiet, it was a cue to hide. It was not an easy life, and as they grew older, it didn't get any easier, but they managed.

Lila began taking odd jobs for merchants. She always had a better sense of morality than Devil, and felt that her stealing was unnecessary. Things were working out, until the poor girl took a job from a merchant known throughout the Lane for cruel, backhanded dealings. Devil pleaded with her to drop the job, but Lila was lured by the promise of good pay for a simple job. All she had to do was deliver a rare vase to a collector across town. Devil couldn't stop her. It should have been a quick job, two bells at most, but something was wrong. It had been too long. Devil tracked down the merchant and instead found a crowd. In the middle of it, a large, burly man, obviously a thug hired by the dirty merchant, was beating a young, blonde-headed girl... it was Lila. Devil saw red. She leaped onto the man's back and grabbed his jaw with one hand, her other at the back of his head. Without a second thought, she twisted. A loud snap, and the thug fell limp. She didn't care she'd just killed a man. She didn't care there were no less than a dozen witnesses. Her only thought was to save her sister, and with that, she helped Lila up, and got her back to their place in the Lane. The highlander was in bad shape, and could barely talk. Devil was doing all she could to help her, but she had no way of healing. Lila managed to tell her how she had been carrying the expensive vase to the buyer, when a large, cloaked man walked right into her, and knocked the vase to the ground, shattering it. When Lila went to tell the merchant, he flew into a rage, demanding she pay for the merchandise. When she told him she couldn't, he set his goon on her. Devil had an idea that the cloaked man and the goon were likely one and the same, and the whole thing had been a set-up by the cruel merchant. Before she could say as much, though, a woman in white interrupted. She had seen the fight start, and had gone to get the Brass Blades. It was over by the time she returned, and onlookers pointed her in the direction of Pearl Lane when she asked about the injured girl. Though Devil was wary of this stranger, Lila seemed comforted by her presence. As the woman began to channel healing magic, two of the Brass Blades showed up. They were getting mixed stories from the crowd, but one was certain; Devil had killed a man. As they began to drag her away, Devil saw the last of the woman's spell restore her friend. The woman, sensing her concern, called out that she would care for Lila in Devil's absence.

Ul'dah was in the middle of a refugee influx. Crimes and complaints were through the roof, and every day it seemed there was some new tragedy looming on the horizon. It was with little surprise that Devil learned hardly any leeway was being made in her case. By the time the Brass Blades learned the merchant had indeed set up the entire plot against Lila in an attempt to filch any gil she -had- earned, Devil had sat in the oubliette for nearly a year. During that time, the woman in white had come to see Devil a few times. At first, it was to tell her of Lila's welfare, at least until a few moons prior. The last time she came, the woman said she and her family had decided to adopt Lila. They were moving her to Limsa Lominsa for a fresh start. She extended the invitation for Devil to visit, though, deep down, the girl figured it was just a formality.

Once she was finally released, Devil went back to Pearl Lane. She thought it would be lonely and hard to bear. She was half-right. She missed her sister, but in the time she was gone, word of her attack on that man had spread, and grew into the beginnings of a reputation. Devil found herself on the cusp of something terrible... and great.

==Current Activities==
Devil has found herself wandering the new lands like so many others; Coerthas, Ishgard, and Dravania just to name a few, all for the promise of great challenges and greater loot. Aside from killing Nidhogg's dragons, a few heretics, and some stuffy-arsed paladins, things are fairly quiet for Devil... for the time being.

==Updates:==
8/28: After a sparring match turned sour, Devil sought out that insane Firebug, Ashe En'Vale again, to address the issue of the crystallized aether embedded within her. Ready with a solution, he took her and her healer of choice, Bloehaerz Blanceigsyn, deep into Urth's Fount and performed a dangerous, potentially-deadly ritual. It succeeded, but has presented new issues for her. The foci left by the first ritual have been completely absorbed into her own aether; they are no longer an issue, but in their wake, something darker lies. Where she had been learning how to draw aether off particular objects, and in one case a person, that ability has been stunted significantly by the process. She no longer emits a fiery, hot aura, but instead a chill seems to follow wherever she goes. She hates this, particularly up north. According to Ashe, she can relearn her fiery techniques, but it will take time. Until then, Dev might just be seen in warmer climes more often than previously, probably with nearby people treating her like a walking air conditioner. She -won't- be happy.

==Fun Devil Facts==

====Likes====
*Bolstering her bad-ass reputation
*Combat/danger in general
*Gil
*Tormenting people (it's a source of amusement)
*Learning more about that aether anomaly...
*Manly-men, not men in tights

====Dislikes====
*Slavers
*Imperials and their supporters
*Miqo'te
*Merchants (the crooked ones)
*Children
*Whiny, dumb, or immature people
*'Chipper' folk
*Boredom
*Trash-can armor (shite's hot, feels like you're strapped to a long spine board, and can't see for squat!)
*Know-it-all, holier-than-thou paladins (grinds teeth just thinking about it...)
*Miqo'te.

==The Rumor Mill==

==='''Common Hear-say'''===

*"Y'know she killed a man when she was jus' a kid... big man, too. Some hired fella for a merchant. Th' way I hear it, took five Brass Blades t' catch 'er an' bring 'er in, an' even then, they was pale an' sweatin' with nerves from bein' close to 'er." -''merchant of Ul'dah''

*"Ain't nobody on the Lane don't know that girl. She's like a phantom, lingerin' in th' shadows. Some say she guards th' place. Others say her motives ain't so nice. I like t' think she's keepin' an eye on us." -''Landebert''

*"Don't pay any mind to what these drunks say about that girl. They're heart-sore she turned 'em down's all. She's all brambles and thorns, but there's a rose down in there, you have my word. I've seen 'er show kindness to people b'fore, though she'll deny it if ya ask 'er." -''Momodi''

==='''Uncommon Hear-say'''===

*"That girl's trouble of the wors' sort! I hear she's got a voidspawn trapped, an' uses it t' do 'er biddin'!" -''Raging Merchant of Ul'dah''

*"No, no, that ain't it! It ain't no 'voidspawn'; an ''Ascian'' tried to possess 'er, an' she trapped it in 'er mind! She leeches off its aether to fuel 'er chi or chai, or whatever th' hells her type fight with!" -''Raving Merchant of Ul'dah''

*"She's got just the right people in her pocket. Girl gets away with murder, ''literally''. I hear she's even got a pet paladin. Some say he protects her from the worst of the political and legal recursions; then some say it's the other way around. She does the dirty work he won't. Either way, it's best to stay on her good side. Or at least her indifferent side." -''Jenlyns''

*"Somethin's wrong about that girl. Ever seen 'er in the rain? Watch; wherever that rain hits 'er, it steams. Like she's runnin' the worst fever in th' history of Eorzea. I'm tellin' ya, she ain't right. Something's odd in her aether signature too, but she won't let anybody study her to find out what." -''Mamane''

*"I... Fine, fine... "Devilish struts about in that v-neck vest of hers, her bindings tucked loosely around her assets for all the world to see. The shoulder pauldron on her vest glints in the sunlight, catching the eye of all, each spike sparkling like freshly wrought steel and freshly buffed. Her pants clutch her derrière tightly, leaving nothing to the imagination as their black leather clings to her like a second skin. The hem of her pantline is so low cut one can see the faint traces of her hip--" Ugh! No. No, Vervara, I refuse to read this... What? No. I refuse! What?! Fine! Something about the city was burning down around her, but let me continue about how lushious her hair is! Ugh!" -''[[Sabine Aislihn]]''

==='''Rare Hear-say'''===

*"That girl can sing. She doesn't do it often, or where people c'n hear 'er, but I swear I heard 'er one day, down in the oubliette. It's... haunting." -''Aubelet''

*"Up in Coerthas, they swear she's a dragon. Said she even breathed a lick of fire at a guard once." -''overheard between two Wood Wailers at Buscarron's Druthers''

*"She once punched a primal so hard, it ''had children''." -''drunken Quicksand patron, who claims to be one of said children''
[[Category:Balmung]]

Devilish Sarracenia

2015-08-30T06:03:36Z

RedCrow13: /* Updates: */

[[category:Player Character]]
[[File:Devil closeup2.png|thumb|right|Person of Interest #929213, "Devil" (Balmung, NA server) ]]

==Public Record==

'''Brass Blades 'Person of Interest' File #929213:'''

'''Name:''' Devil

'''Race:''' Hellsguard Roegadyn

'''Gender:''' Female

'''Height:''' 7 fulms, 3.7 ilms

'''Known Record and Suspected Activities:'''

929213, or "Devil", first showed up in Ul'dah's Brass Blades files as a missing person from a local orphanage, back in 1557.
Though several attempts were made to apprehend and return her, she showed an aptitude for escaping confinement.
Eventually, further attempts were stalled due to the influx of refugees, though reports continued to trickle in of a girl fitting
929213's description filching food from local vendors. No major infractions occurred until later, in 1569, when 929213 was accused
of assault. When it was discovered the 'victim' was a known slave trader, the charges were dropped against 929213, as it was
generally considered self-defense. Her activities were known, but generally overlooked until 1566, when she attacked a hired hand
of a local merchant, only this assault led to murder. She was sentenced to an indefinite term in the oubliette while the
investigation was underway. Later, it was determined that the man and his employer were part of an underhanded dealing scheme in
which a young girl had been caught. The man had assaulted the girl, and 929213 intervened. She served a twelve-moon sentence before
release in late 1567.

Since her release, 929213's activities have increased in violence and frequency, from assault to known mercenary work, along with
suspected illegal interrogation methods, assassinations, and dealings with Ul'dah's Syndicate. However, with the continual influx of
refugees and the increased mobility with which 929213 has gained via her contacts, capture is unlikely, and solid proof of her misdeeds
are even harder to come by.

==General==

Though she does not have a permanent place of residence, Devil can most often be found prowling the back alleys and seedy neighborhoods of Ul'dah, Limsa Lominsa, and occasionally Gridania. Not always the most social of people, Devil prefers to maintain a low profile, which is strangely easy for this tall Roegadyn. She is suspected of participation or instigation in a variety of crimes, ranging from simple theft up to coordinated assassinations. However, she has built her reputation with just the right people; from members of the Ul'dahn Syndicate to certain individuals within the Brass Blades, to important figureheads in the other city-states as well, not to mention her contacts with the Scions of the Seventh Dawn themselves. She has effectively surrounded herself with powerful people and keeps herself just useful enough to their endeavors to prevent most attempts at her incarceration.

Recent Events:
(8/13/14) Devil showed up at the Oak Inn in the Lavender Beds in the company of a strange, red-haired man. She was unconscious when he delivered her to the property. The proprietor of the establishment questioned the man on Devil's condition, to which he admitted stabbing her sixteen times 'because she asked for it'. Under threat of arrest, he left, but the circumstances surrounding Devil's state remain a mystery. Of note, she seemed to be running a severe fever, but otherwise showed no signs of assault. She was ushered to a private quarters once she regained consciousness, though nothing further has been revealed about the strange man or his motives.

==Appearance==

[[File:Devil with shards.png|thumb|left|Devilish Sarracenia]]

Devil is a towering example of a female Roegadyn. At over seven fulms, she finds herself looking down on most people, which suits her just fine. Warm, deeply-tanned skin stretches taut over a form trained for strength and speed. Long, jet-black hair razored into a messy 'devil-may-care' cut frames a young (mid- to late-twenties) face, and provides a shroud for those eerily-pale lilac eyes to gleam mischievously from. Though it's not uncommon to see her in a full gear set, she typically prefers lighter, more comfortable outfits for reconnaissance, or for just meandering about town. Lean, lithe, and confident, she knows she's a force to be reckoned with.

A special note: those who are sensitive to aether in others will notice an anomaly in Devil's signature. It appears as a faint orange glow focusing around her heart. Those who are skilled in this study might even discern a very obscure crystalline shape, though it does not appear to be part of her physical form. Devil's body temperature runs notably higher than normal. (Worry not; she's not some Mary Sue half-primal disaster. This is a result of an RP adventure she became involved in.)Since recent events, the anomaly seems to have spread,focusing along sixteen major points throughout her body. The fever-like aura she typically exudes runs noticeably higher now, as well, and may indicate either an intensification of the anomaly, or perhaps a lack of control since its spread.

==Behavior==

Usually coming across as aloof or uncaring, Devil mainly keeps to herself. Occasionally, she will branch out and make contact with some random person, though these encounters typically end quickly. She does have a sense of humor, deranged though it may be, and a quick wit backed by a sharp tongue. It is not uncommon to witness a ridiculous chance of luck favoring this woman; for whatever the reason, and regardless of her deeds, she certainly has bouts of 'the Devil's luck'... or is it skill?

Devil actually does have a few scruples when it comes to her illegal activities: for one, she absolutely, without exception, hates those who deal in any manner of slave trading. Likewise, she harbors a deep hatred for Imperials and those who support Garlean conquest which, to her, is little better than slavery. For another, Pearl Lane is her territory. She defends it and the beggars who live there from would-be rival takeovers, though this is not common knowledge to those who do not reside in the Lane. Finally, and perhaps most strangely, this cold-blooded fiend has been known to randomly provide 'good deeds' to various people. These range from saving strange adventurers from certain doom, to 'accidentally' dropping a handful of gil in a starving mother's hands. If asked, she'll deny it, or wave it away with some comment about having done her good deed for the week.

==History==

Devil was abandoned as an infant at the Gate of the Sultana in Ul'dah. With no clue to who her parents were or what fate befell them, she was given over to the local orphanage. Left with only a note tied on a string around her neck, nothing was known of the child, save the one word on that parchment- "Sarracenia". Scholars thought it a strange name, considering it was a known genus of carnivorous plant, reputed for luring its prey in close before delivering the killing blow. Certainly no name for a small child...

Over time, she earned her 'new' name, "Devilish". She was certainly a handful, always managing to appear where she shouldn't be, vanishing on a whim, getting into trouble at the drop of a hat... She kept the matrons on their toes. During this time, she made her first, and likely only, friend. A fellow orphan, the little blonde-headed highlander girl went by the name of Lila, and though much quieter than the mischievous Devil, she tagged along like a shadow. The two became inseparable.

Years later, the pair were making one of their many forays into forbidden territory when they chanced upon a meeting of the matrons with a hooded figure. As they eavesdropped, they learned the matrons were making a deal to sell off some of the orphans and refugee children to this black-market dealer. The idea had Devil bristling, and with nowhere else to go, she and Lila ran away, into the streets of Ul'dah.

They survived with Devil stealing food for them while Lila begged for gil. Though they were poor, they were happy. They managed to get what they needed, most times, though there were plenty of hard times, especially when the thugs came through. The girls learned fast that when the alley got quiet, it was a cue to hide. It was not an easy life, and as they grew older, it didn't get any easier, but they managed.

Lila began taking odd jobs for merchants. She always had a better sense of morality than Devil, and felt that her stealing was unnecessary. Things were working out, until the poor girl took a job from a merchant known throughout the Lane for cruel, backhanded dealings. Devil pleaded with her to drop the job, but Lila was lured by the promise of good pay for a simple job. All she had to do was deliver a rare vase to a collector across town. Devil couldn't stop her. It should have been a quick job, two bells at most, but something was wrong. It had been too long. Devil tracked down the merchant and instead found a crowd. In the middle of it, a large, burly man, obviously a thug hired by the dirty merchant, was beating a young, blonde-headed girl... it was Lila. Devil saw red. She leaped onto the man's back and grabbed his jaw with one hand, her other at the back of his head. Without a second thought, she twisted. A loud snap, and the thug fell limp. She didn't care she'd just killed a man. She didn't care there were no less than a dozen witnesses. Her only thought was to save her sister, and with that, she helped Lila up, and got her back to their place in the Lane. The highlander was in bad shape, and could barely talk. Devil was doing all she could to help her, but she had no way of healing. Lila managed to tell her how she had been carrying the expensive vase to the buyer, when a large, cloaked man walked right into her, and knocked the vase to the ground, shattering it. When Lila went to tell the merchant, he flew into a rage, demanding she pay for the merchandise. When she told him she couldn't, he set his goon on her. Devil had an idea that the cloaked man and the goon were likely one and the same, and the whole thing had been a set-up by the cruel merchant. Before she could say as much, though, a woman in white interrupted. She had seen the fight start, and had gone to get the Brass Blades. It was over by the time she returned, and onlookers pointed her in the direction of Pearl Lane when she asked about the injured girl. Though Devil was wary of this stranger, Lila seemed comforted by her presence. As the woman began to channel healing magic, two of the Brass Blades showed up. They were getting mixed stories from the crowd, but one was certain; Devil had killed a man. As they began to drag her away, Devil saw the last of the woman's spell restore her friend. The woman, sensing her concern, called out that she would care for Lila in Devil's absence.

Ul'dah was in the middle of a refugee influx. Crimes and complaints were through the roof, and every day it seemed there was some new tragedy looming on the horizon. It was with little surprise that Devil learned hardly any leeway was being made in her case. By the time the Brass Blades learned the merchant had indeed set up the entire plot against Lila in an attempt to filch any gil she -had- earned, Devil had sat in the oubliette for nearly a year. During that time, the woman in white had come to see Devil a few times. At first, it was to tell her of Lila's welfare, at least until a few moons prior. The last time she came, the woman said she and her family had decided to adopt Lila. They were moving her to Limsa Lominsa for a fresh start. She extended the invitation for Devil to visit, though, deep down, the girl figured it was just a formality.

Once she was finally released, Devil went back to Pearl Lane. She thought it would be lonely and hard to bear. She was half-right. She missed her sister, but in the time she was gone, word of her attack on that man had spread, and grew into the beginnings of a reputation. Devil found herself on the cusp of something terrible... and great.

==Current Activities==
Devil has found herself wandering the new lands like so many others; Coerthas, Ishgard, and Dravania just to name a few, all for the promise of great challenges and greater loot. Aside from killing Nidhogg's dragons, a few heretics, and some stuffy-arsed paladins, things are fairly quiet for Devil... for the time being.

==Updates:==
8/28: After a sparring match turned sour, Devil sought out that insane Firebug, Ashe En'Vale again, to address the issue of the crystallized aether embedded within her. Ready with a solution, he took her and her healer of choice, Bloehaerz Blanceigsyn, deep into Urth's Fount and performed a dangerous, potentially-deadly ritual. It succeeded, but has presented new issues for her. She no longer emits a fiery, hot aura, but instead a chill seems to follow wherever she goes. She hates this, particularly up north. The foci left by the first ritual have been completely absorbed into her own aether; they are no longer an issue, but in their wake, something darker lies. Where she had been learning how to draw aether off particular objects, and in one case a person, that ability has been stunted significantly by the process. According to Ashe, she can relearn her fiery techniques, but it will take time. Until then, Dev might just be seen in warmer climes more often than previously, probably with nearby people treating her like a walking air conditioner. She -won't- be happy.

==Fun Devil Facts==

====Likes====
*Bolstering her bad-ass reputation
*Combat/danger in general
*Gil
*Tormenting people (it's a source of amusement)
*Learning more about that aether anomaly...
*Manly-men, not men in tights

====Dislikes====
*Slavers
*Imperials and their supporters
*Miqo'te
*Merchants (the crooked ones)
*Children
*Whiny, dumb, or immature people
*'Chipper' folk
*Boredom
*Trash-can armor (shite's hot, feels like you're strapped to a long spine board, and can't see for squat!)
*Know-it-all, holier-than-thou paladins (grinds teeth just thinking about it...)
*Miqo'te.

==The Rumor Mill==

==='''Common Hear-say'''===

*"Y'know she killed a man when she was jus' a kid... big man, too. Some hired fella for a merchant. Th' way I hear it, took five Brass Blades t' catch 'er an' bring 'er in, an' even then, they was pale an' sweatin' with nerves from bein' close to 'er." -''merchant of Ul'dah''

*"Ain't nobody on the Lane don't know that girl. She's like a phantom, lingerin' in th' shadows. Some say she guards th' place. Others say her motives ain't so nice. I like t' think she's keepin' an eye on us." -''Landebert''

*"Don't pay any mind to what these drunks say about that girl. They're heart-sore she turned 'em down's all. She's all brambles and thorns, but there's a rose down in there, you have my word. I've seen 'er show kindness to people b'fore, though she'll deny it if ya ask 'er." -''Momodi''

==='''Uncommon Hear-say'''===

*"That girl's trouble of the wors' sort! I hear she's got a voidspawn trapped, an' uses it t' do 'er biddin'!" -''Raging Merchant of Ul'dah''

*"No, no, that ain't it! It ain't no 'voidspawn'; an ''Ascian'' tried to possess 'er, an' she trapped it in 'er mind! She leeches off its aether to fuel 'er chi or chai, or whatever th' hells her type fight with!" -''Raving Merchant of Ul'dah''

*"She's got just the right people in her pocket. Girl gets away with murder, ''literally''. I hear she's even got a pet paladin. Some say he protects her from the worst of the political and legal recursions; then some say it's the other way around. She does the dirty work he won't. Either way, it's best to stay on her good side. Or at least her indifferent side." -''Jenlyns''

*"Somethin's wrong about that girl. Ever seen 'er in the rain? Watch; wherever that rain hits 'er, it steams. Like she's runnin' the worst fever in th' history of Eorzea. I'm tellin' ya, she ain't right. Something's odd in her aether signature too, but she won't let anybody study her to find out what." -''Mamane''

*"I... Fine, fine... "Devilish struts about in that v-neck vest of hers, her bindings tucked loosely around her assets for all the world to see. The shoulder pauldron on her vest glints in the sunlight, catching the eye of all, each spike sparkling like freshly wrought steel and freshly buffed. Her pants clutch her derrière tightly, leaving nothing to the imagination as their black leather clings to her like a second skin. The hem of her pantline is so low cut one can see the faint traces of her hip--" Ugh! No. No, Vervara, I refuse to read this... What? No. I refuse! What?! Fine! Something about the city was burning down around her, but let me continue about how lushious her hair is! Ugh!" -''[[Sabine Aislihn]]''

==='''Rare Hear-say'''===

*"That girl can sing. She doesn't do it often, or where people c'n hear 'er, but I swear I heard 'er one day, down in the oubliette. It's... haunting." -''Aubelet''

*"Up in Coerthas, they swear she's a dragon. Said she even breathed a lick of fire at a guard once." -''overheard between two Wood Wailers at Buscarron's Druthers''

*"She once punched a primal so hard, it ''had children''." -''drunken Quicksand patron, who claims to be one of said children''
[[Category:Balmung]]

Devilish Sarracenia

2015-08-30T06:02:50Z

RedCrow13: /* Current Activities */

[[category:Player Character]]
[[File:Devil closeup2.png|thumb|right|Person of Interest #929213, "Devil" (Balmung, NA server) ]]

==Public Record==

'''Brass Blades 'Person of Interest' File #929213:'''

'''Name:''' Devil

'''Race:''' Hellsguard Roegadyn

'''Gender:''' Female

'''Height:''' 7 fulms, 3.7 ilms

'''Known Record and Suspected Activities:'''

929213, or "Devil", first showed up in Ul'dah's Brass Blades files as a missing person from a local orphanage, back in 1557.
Though several attempts were made to apprehend and return her, she showed an aptitude for escaping confinement.
Eventually, further attempts were stalled due to the influx of refugees, though reports continued to trickle in of a girl fitting
929213's description filching food from local vendors. No major infractions occurred until later, in 1569, when 929213 was accused
of assault. When it was discovered the 'victim' was a known slave trader, the charges were dropped against 929213, as it was
generally considered self-defense. Her activities were known, but generally overlooked until 1566, when she attacked a hired hand
of a local merchant, only this assault led to murder. She was sentenced to an indefinite term in the oubliette while the
investigation was underway. Later, it was determined that the man and his employer were part of an underhanded dealing scheme in
which a young girl had been caught. The man had assaulted the girl, and 929213 intervened. She served a twelve-moon sentence before
release in late 1567.

Since her release, 929213's activities have increased in violence and frequency, from assault to known mercenary work, along with
suspected illegal interrogation methods, assassinations, and dealings with Ul'dah's Syndicate. However, with the continual influx of
refugees and the increased mobility with which 929213 has gained via her contacts, capture is unlikely, and solid proof of her misdeeds
are even harder to come by.

==General==

Though she does not have a permanent place of residence, Devil can most often be found prowling the back alleys and seedy neighborhoods of Ul'dah, Limsa Lominsa, and occasionally Gridania. Not always the most social of people, Devil prefers to maintain a low profile, which is strangely easy for this tall Roegadyn. She is suspected of participation or instigation in a variety of crimes, ranging from simple theft up to coordinated assassinations. However, she has built her reputation with just the right people; from members of the Ul'dahn Syndicate to certain individuals within the Brass Blades, to important figureheads in the other city-states as well, not to mention her contacts with the Scions of the Seventh Dawn themselves. She has effectively surrounded herself with powerful people and keeps herself just useful enough to their endeavors to prevent most attempts at her incarceration.

Recent Events:
(8/13/14) Devil showed up at the Oak Inn in the Lavender Beds in the company of a strange, red-haired man. She was unconscious when he delivered her to the property. The proprietor of the establishment questioned the man on Devil's condition, to which he admitted stabbing her sixteen times 'because she asked for it'. Under threat of arrest, he left, but the circumstances surrounding Devil's state remain a mystery. Of note, she seemed to be running a severe fever, but otherwise showed no signs of assault. She was ushered to a private quarters once she regained consciousness, though nothing further has been revealed about the strange man or his motives.

==Appearance==

[[File:Devil with shards.png|thumb|left|Devilish Sarracenia]]

Devil is a towering example of a female Roegadyn. At over seven fulms, she finds herself looking down on most people, which suits her just fine. Warm, deeply-tanned skin stretches taut over a form trained for strength and speed. Long, jet-black hair razored into a messy 'devil-may-care' cut frames a young (mid- to late-twenties) face, and provides a shroud for those eerily-pale lilac eyes to gleam mischievously from. Though it's not uncommon to see her in a full gear set, she typically prefers lighter, more comfortable outfits for reconnaissance, or for just meandering about town. Lean, lithe, and confident, she knows she's a force to be reckoned with.

A special note: those who are sensitive to aether in others will notice an anomaly in Devil's signature. It appears as a faint orange glow focusing around her heart. Those who are skilled in this study might even discern a very obscure crystalline shape, though it does not appear to be part of her physical form. Devil's body temperature runs notably higher than normal. (Worry not; she's not some Mary Sue half-primal disaster. This is a result of an RP adventure she became involved in.)Since recent events, the anomaly seems to have spread,focusing along sixteen major points throughout her body. The fever-like aura she typically exudes runs noticeably higher now, as well, and may indicate either an intensification of the anomaly, or perhaps a lack of control since its spread.

==Behavior==

Usually coming across as aloof or uncaring, Devil mainly keeps to herself. Occasionally, she will branch out and make contact with some random person, though these encounters typically end quickly. She does have a sense of humor, deranged though it may be, and a quick wit backed by a sharp tongue. It is not uncommon to witness a ridiculous chance of luck favoring this woman; for whatever the reason, and regardless of her deeds, she certainly has bouts of 'the Devil's luck'... or is it skill?

Devil actually does have a few scruples when it comes to her illegal activities: for one, she absolutely, without exception, hates those who deal in any manner of slave trading. Likewise, she harbors a deep hatred for Imperials and those who support Garlean conquest which, to her, is little better than slavery. For another, Pearl Lane is her territory. She defends it and the beggars who live there from would-be rival takeovers, though this is not common knowledge to those who do not reside in the Lane. Finally, and perhaps most strangely, this cold-blooded fiend has been known to randomly provide 'good deeds' to various people. These range from saving strange adventurers from certain doom, to 'accidentally' dropping a handful of gil in a starving mother's hands. If asked, she'll deny it, or wave it away with some comment about having done her good deed for the week.

==History==

Devil was abandoned as an infant at the Gate of the Sultana in Ul'dah. With no clue to who her parents were or what fate befell them, she was given over to the local orphanage. Left with only a note tied on a string around her neck, nothing was known of the child, save the one word on that parchment- "Sarracenia". Scholars thought it a strange name, considering it was a known genus of carnivorous plant, reputed for luring its prey in close before delivering the killing blow. Certainly no name for a small child...

Over time, she earned her 'new' name, "Devilish". She was certainly a handful, always managing to appear where she shouldn't be, vanishing on a whim, getting into trouble at the drop of a hat... She kept the matrons on their toes. During this time, she made her first, and likely only, friend. A fellow orphan, the little blonde-headed highlander girl went by the name of Lila, and though much quieter than the mischievous Devil, she tagged along like a shadow. The two became inseparable.

Years later, the pair were making one of their many forays into forbidden territory when they chanced upon a meeting of the matrons with a hooded figure. As they eavesdropped, they learned the matrons were making a deal to sell off some of the orphans and refugee children to this black-market dealer. The idea had Devil bristling, and with nowhere else to go, she and Lila ran away, into the streets of Ul'dah.

They survived with Devil stealing food for them while Lila begged for gil. Though they were poor, they were happy. They managed to get what they needed, most times, though there were plenty of hard times, especially when the thugs came through. The girls learned fast that when the alley got quiet, it was a cue to hide. It was not an easy life, and as they grew older, it didn't get any easier, but they managed.

Lila began taking odd jobs for merchants. She always had a better sense of morality than Devil, and felt that her stealing was unnecessary. Things were working out, until the poor girl took a job from a merchant known throughout the Lane for cruel, backhanded dealings. Devil pleaded with her to drop the job, but Lila was lured by the promise of good pay for a simple job. All she had to do was deliver a rare vase to a collector across town. Devil couldn't stop her. It should have been a quick job, two bells at most, but something was wrong. It had been too long. Devil tracked down the merchant and instead found a crowd. In the middle of it, a large, burly man, obviously a thug hired by the dirty merchant, was beating a young, blonde-headed girl... it was Lila. Devil saw red. She leaped onto the man's back and grabbed his jaw with one hand, her other at the back of his head. Without a second thought, she twisted. A loud snap, and the thug fell limp. She didn't care she'd just killed a man. She didn't care there were no less than a dozen witnesses. Her only thought was to save her sister, and with that, she helped Lila up, and got her back to their place in the Lane. The highlander was in bad shape, and could barely talk. Devil was doing all she could to help her, but she had no way of healing. Lila managed to tell her how she had been carrying the expensive vase to the buyer, when a large, cloaked man walked right into her, and knocked the vase to the ground, shattering it. When Lila went to tell the merchant, he flew into a rage, demanding she pay for the merchandise. When she told him she couldn't, he set his goon on her. Devil had an idea that the cloaked man and the goon were likely one and the same, and the whole thing had been a set-up by the cruel merchant. Before she could say as much, though, a woman in white interrupted. She had seen the fight start, and had gone to get the Brass Blades. It was over by the time she returned, and onlookers pointed her in the direction of Pearl Lane when she asked about the injured girl. Though Devil was wary of this stranger, Lila seemed comforted by her presence. As the woman began to channel healing magic, two of the Brass Blades showed up. They were getting mixed stories from the crowd, but one was certain; Devil had killed a man. As they began to drag her away, Devil saw the last of the woman's spell restore her friend. The woman, sensing her concern, called out that she would care for Lila in Devil's absence.

Ul'dah was in the middle of a refugee influx. Crimes and complaints were through the roof, and every day it seemed there was some new tragedy looming on the horizon. It was with little surprise that Devil learned hardly any leeway was being made in her case. By the time the Brass Blades learned the merchant had indeed set up the entire plot against Lila in an attempt to filch any gil she -had- earned, Devil had sat in the oubliette for nearly a year. During that time, the woman in white had come to see Devil a few times. At first, it was to tell her of Lila's welfare, at least until a few moons prior. The last time she came, the woman said she and her family had decided to adopt Lila. They were moving her to Limsa Lominsa for a fresh start. She extended the invitation for Devil to visit, though, deep down, the girl figured it was just a formality.

Once she was finally released, Devil went back to Pearl Lane. She thought it would be lonely and hard to bear. She was half-right. She missed her sister, but in the time she was gone, word of her attack on that man had spread, and grew into the beginnings of a reputation. Devil found herself on the cusp of something terrible... and great.

==Current Activities==
Devil has found herself wandering the new lands like so many others; Coerthas, Ishgard, and Dravania just to name a few, all for the promise of great challenges and greater loot. Aside from killing Nidhogg's dragons, a few heretics, and some stuffy-arsed paladins, things are fairly quiet for Devil... for the time being.

==Updates:==
8/28: After a sparring match turned sour, Devil sought out that insane Firebug, Ashe En'Vale again, to address the issue of the crystallized aether embedded within her. Ready with a solution, he took her and her healer of choice, Bloehaerz Blanceigsyn, deep into Urth's Fount and performed a dangerous, potentially-deadly ritual. It succeeded, but has presented new issues for her. She no longer emits a fiery, hot aura, but instead a chill seems to follow wherever she goes. She hates this, particularly up north. The foci left by the first ritual have been completely absorbed into her own aether; they are no longer an issue, but in their wake, something darker lies. Where she had been learning how to draw aether off particular objects, and in one case a person, that ability has been stunted significantly by the process. According to Ashe, in time, she can relearn her fiery techniques, but it will take time. Until then, Dev might just be seen in warmer climes more often than previously, probably with nearby people treating her like a walking air conditioner. She -won't- be happy.

==Fun Devil Facts==

====Likes====
*Bolstering her bad-ass reputation
*Combat/danger in general
*Gil
*Tormenting people (it's a source of amusement)
*Learning more about that aether anomaly...
*Manly-men, not men in tights

====Dislikes====
*Slavers
*Imperials and their supporters
*Miqo'te
*Merchants (the crooked ones)
*Children
*Whiny, dumb, or immature people
*'Chipper' folk
*Boredom
*Trash-can armor (shite's hot, feels like you're strapped to a long spine board, and can't see for squat!)
*Know-it-all, holier-than-thou paladins (grinds teeth just thinking about it...)
*Miqo'te.

==The Rumor Mill==

==='''Common Hear-say'''===

*"Y'know she killed a man when she was jus' a kid... big man, too. Some hired fella for a merchant. Th' way I hear it, took five Brass Blades t' catch 'er an' bring 'er in, an' even then, they was pale an' sweatin' with nerves from bein' close to 'er." -''merchant of Ul'dah''

*"Ain't nobody on the Lane don't know that girl. She's like a phantom, lingerin' in th' shadows. Some say she guards th' place. Others say her motives ain't so nice. I like t' think she's keepin' an eye on us." -''Landebert''

*"Don't pay any mind to what these drunks say about that girl. They're heart-sore she turned 'em down's all. She's all brambles and thorns, but there's a rose down in there, you have my word. I've seen 'er show kindness to people b'fore, though she'll deny it if ya ask 'er." -''Momodi''

==='''Uncommon Hear-say'''===

*"That girl's trouble of the wors' sort! I hear she's got a voidspawn trapped, an' uses it t' do 'er biddin'!" -''Raging Merchant of Ul'dah''

*"No, no, that ain't it! It ain't no 'voidspawn'; an ''Ascian'' tried to possess 'er, an' she trapped it in 'er mind! She leeches off its aether to fuel 'er chi or chai, or whatever th' hells her type fight with!" -''Raving Merchant of Ul'dah''

*"She's got just the right people in her pocket. Girl gets away with murder, ''literally''. I hear she's even got a pet paladin. Some say he protects her from the worst of the political and legal recursions; then some say it's the other way around. She does the dirty work he won't. Either way, it's best to stay on her good side. Or at least her indifferent side." -''Jenlyns''

*"Somethin's wrong about that girl. Ever seen 'er in the rain? Watch; wherever that rain hits 'er, it steams. Like she's runnin' the worst fever in th' history of Eorzea. I'm tellin' ya, she ain't right. Something's odd in her aether signature too, but she won't let anybody study her to find out what." -''Mamane''

*"I... Fine, fine... "Devilish struts about in that v-neck vest of hers, her bindings tucked loosely around her assets for all the world to see. The shoulder pauldron on her vest glints in the sunlight, catching the eye of all, each spike sparkling like freshly wrought steel and freshly buffed. Her pants clutch her derrière tightly, leaving nothing to the imagination as their black leather clings to her like a second skin. The hem of her pantline is so low cut one can see the faint traces of her hip--" Ugh! No. No, Vervara, I refuse to read this... What? No. I refuse! What?! Fine! Something about the city was burning down around her, but let me continue about how lushious her hair is! Ugh!" -''[[Sabine Aislihn]]''

==='''Rare Hear-say'''===

*"That girl can sing. She doesn't do it often, or where people c'n hear 'er, but I swear I heard 'er one day, down in the oubliette. It's... haunting." -''Aubelet''

*"Up in Coerthas, they swear she's a dragon. Said she even breathed a lick of fire at a guard once." -''overheard between two Wood Wailers at Buscarron's Druthers''

*"She once punched a primal so hard, it ''had children''." -''drunken Quicksand patron, who claims to be one of said children''
[[Category:Balmung]]

Khorva Qerell

2015-08-12T20:08:46Z

RedCrow13:

==General==
Khorva comes from a branch of the more-numerous Qerel tribe of the Xaela Au'Ra. Whether her sect split off due to an accident, weather, or in the search for resources is lost to time, but what is known for sure is the Qerell tribe is dying out. Realizing this, the remaining elder of the tribe has begun to send capable youth out in search of other tribes in the hopes of strengthening bloodlines, or at least ensuring something of the Qerell tribe might survive.

<W.I.P.>

Khorva Qerell

2015-07-29T09:03:55Z

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Devilish Sarracenia

2015-07-27T08:12:34Z

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[[category:Player Character]]
[[File:Devil closeup2.png|thumb|right|Person of Interest #929213, "Devil" (Balmung, NA server) ]]

==Public Record==

'''Brass Blades 'Person of Interest' File #929213:'''

'''Name:''' Devil

'''Race:''' Hellsguard Roegadyn

'''Gender:''' Female

'''Height:''' 7 fulms, 3.7 ilms

'''Known Record and Suspected Activities:'''

929213, or "Devil", first showed up in Ul'dah's Brass Blades files as a missing person from a local orphanage, back in 1557.
Though several attempts were made to apprehend and return her, she showed an aptitude for escaping confinement.
Eventually, further attempts were stalled due to the influx of refugees, though reports continued to trickle in of a girl fitting
929213's description filching food from local vendors. No major infractions occurred until later, in 1569, when 929213 was accused
of assault. When it was discovered the 'victim' was a known slave trader, the charges were dropped against 929213, as it was
generally considered self-defense. Her activities were known, but generally overlooked until 1566, when she attacked a hired hand
of a local merchant, only this assault led to murder. She was sentenced to an indefinite term in the oubliette while the
investigation was underway. Later, it was determined that the man and his employer were part of an underhanded dealing scheme in
which a young girl had been caught. The man had assaulted the girl, and 929213 intervened. She served a twelve-moon sentence before
release in late 1567.

Since her release, 929213's activities have increased in violence and frequency, from assault to known mercenary work, along with
suspected illegal interrogation methods, assassinations, and dealings with Ul'dah's Syndicate. However, with the continual influx of
refugees and the increased mobility with which 929213 has gained via her contacts, capture is unlikely, and solid proof of her misdeeds
are even harder to come by.

==General==

Though she does not have a permanent place of residence, Devil can most often be found prowling the back alleys and seedy neighborhoods of Ul'dah, Limsa Lominsa, and occasionally Gridania. Not always the most social of people, Devil prefers to maintain a low profile, which is strangely easy for this tall Roegadyn. She is suspected of participation or instigation in a variety of crimes, ranging from simple theft up to coordinated assassinations. However, she has built her reputation with just the right people; from members of the Ul'dahn Syndicate to certain individuals within the Brass Blades, to important figureheads in the other city-states as well, not to mention her contacts with the Scions of the Seventh Dawn themselves. She has effectively surrounded herself with powerful people and keeps herself just useful enough to their endeavors to prevent most attempts at her incarceration.

Recent Events:
(8/13/14) Devil showed up at the Oak Inn in the Lavender Beds in the company of a strange, red-haired man. She was unconscious when he delivered her to the property. The proprietor of the establishment questioned the man on Devil's condition, to which he admitted stabbing her sixteen times 'because she asked for it'. Under threat of arrest, he left, but the circumstances surrounding Devil's state remain a mystery. Of note, she seemed to be running a severe fever, but otherwise showed no signs of assault. She was ushered to a private quarters once she regained consciousness, though nothing further has been revealed about the strange man or his motives.

==Appearance==

[[File:Devil with shards.png|thumb|left|Devilish Sarracenia]]

Devil is a towering example of a female Roegadyn. At over seven fulms, she finds herself looking down on most people, which suits her just fine. Warm, deeply-tanned skin stretches taut over a form trained for strength and speed. Long, jet-black hair razored into a messy 'devil-may-care' cut frames a young (mid- to late-twenties) face, and provides a shroud for those eerily-pale lilac eyes to gleam mischievously from. Though it's not uncommon to see her in a full gear set, she typically prefers lighter, more comfortable outfits for reconnaissance, or for just meandering about town. Lean, lithe, and confident, she knows she's a force to be reckoned with.

A special note: those who are sensitive to aether in others will notice an anomaly in Devil's signature. It appears as a faint orange glow focusing around her heart. Those who are skilled in this study might even discern a very obscure crystalline shape, though it does not appear to be part of her physical form. Devil's body temperature runs notably higher than normal. (Worry not; she's not some Mary Sue half-primal disaster. This is a result of an RP adventure she became involved in.)Since recent events, the anomaly seems to have spread,focusing along sixteen major points throughout her body. The fever-like aura she typically exudes runs noticeably higher now, as well, and may indicate either an intensification of the anomaly, or perhaps a lack of control since its spread.

==Behavior==

Usually coming across as aloof or uncaring, Devil mainly keeps to herself. Occasionally, she will branch out and make contact with some random person, though these encounters typically end quickly. She does have a sense of humor, deranged though it may be, and a quick wit backed by a sharp tongue. It is not uncommon to witness a ridiculous chance of luck favoring this woman; for whatever the reason, and regardless of her deeds, she certainly has bouts of 'the Devil's luck'... or is it skill?

Devil actually does have a few scruples when it comes to her illegal activities: for one, she absolutely, without exception, hates those who deal in any manner of slave trading. Likewise, she harbors a deep hatred for Imperials and those who support Garlean conquest which, to her, is little better than slavery. For another, Pearl Lane is her territory. She defends it and the beggars who live there from would-be rival takeovers, though this is not common knowledge to those who do not reside in the Lane. Finally, and perhaps most strangely, this cold-blooded fiend has been known to randomly provide 'good deeds' to various people. These range from saving strange adventurers from certain doom, to 'accidentally' dropping a handful of gil in a starving mother's hands. If asked, she'll deny it, or wave it away with some comment about having done her good deed for the week.

==History==

Devil was abandoned as an infant at the Gate of the Sultana in Ul'dah. With no clue to who her parents were or what fate befell them, she was given over to the local orphanage. Left with only a note tied on a string around her neck, nothing was known of the child, save the one word on that parchment- "Sarracenia". Scholars thought it a strange name, considering it was a known genus of carnivorous plant, reputed for luring its prey in close before delivering the killing blow. Certainly no name for a small child...

Over time, she earned her 'new' name, "Devilish". She was certainly a handful, always managing to appear where she shouldn't be, vanishing on a whim, getting into trouble at the drop of a hat... She kept the matrons on their toes. During this time, she made her first, and likely only, friend. A fellow orphan, the little blonde-headed highlander girl went by the name of Lila, and though much quieter than the mischievous Devil, she tagged along like a shadow. The two became inseparable.

Years later, the pair were making one of their many forays into forbidden territory when they chanced upon a meeting of the matrons with a hooded figure. As they eavesdropped, they learned the matrons were making a deal to sell off some of the orphans and refugee children to this black-market dealer. The idea had Devil bristling, and with nowhere else to go, she and Lila ran away, into the streets of Ul'dah.

They survived with Devil stealing food for them while Lila begged for gil. Though they were poor, they were happy. They managed to get what they needed, most times, though there were plenty of hard times, especially when the thugs came through. The girls learned fast that when the alley got quiet, it was a cue to hide. It was not an easy life, and as they grew older, it didn't get any easier, but they managed.

Lila began taking odd jobs for merchants. She always had a better sense of morality than Devil, and felt that her stealing was unnecessary. Things were working out, until the poor girl took a job from a merchant known throughout the Lane for cruel, backhanded dealings. Devil pleaded with her to drop the job, but Lila was lured by the promise of good pay for a simple job. All she had to do was deliver a rare vase to a collector across town. Devil couldn't stop her. It should have been a quick job, two bells at most, but something was wrong. It had been too long. Devil tracked down the merchant and instead found a crowd. In the middle of it, a large, burly man, obviously a thug hired by the dirty merchant, was beating a young, blonde-headed girl... it was Lila. Devil saw red. She leaped onto the man's back and grabbed his jaw with one hand, her other at the back of his head. Without a second thought, she twisted. A loud snap, and the thug fell limp. She didn't care she'd just killed a man. She didn't care there were no less than a dozen witnesses. Her only thought was to save her sister, and with that, she helped Lila up, and got her back to their place in the Lane. The highlander was in bad shape, and could barely talk. Devil was doing all she could to help her, but she had no way of healing. Lila managed to tell her how she had been carrying the expensive vase to the buyer, when a large, cloaked man walked right into her, and knocked the vase to the ground, shattering it. When Lila went to tell the merchant, he flew into a rage, demanding she pay for the merchandise. When she told him she couldn't, he set his goon on her. Devil had an idea that the cloaked man and the goon were likely one and the same, and the whole thing had been a set-up by the cruel merchant. Before she could say as much, though, a woman in white interrupted. She had seen the fight start, and had gone to get the Brass Blades. It was over by the time she returned, and onlookers pointed her in the direction of Pearl Lane when she asked about the injured girl. Though Devil was wary of this stranger, Lila seemed comforted by her presence. As the woman began to channel healing magic, two of the Brass Blades showed up. They were getting mixed stories from the crowd, but one was certain; Devil had killed a man. As they began to drag her away, Devil saw the last of the woman's spell restore her friend. The woman, sensing her concern, called out that she would care for Lila in Devil's absence.

Ul'dah was in the middle of a refugee influx. Crimes and complaints were through the roof, and every day it seemed there was some new tragedy looming on the horizon. It was with little surprise that Devil learned hardly any leeway was being made in her case. By the time the Brass Blades learned the merchant had indeed set up the entire plot against Lila in an attempt to filch any gil she -had- earned, Devil had sat in the oubliette for nearly a year. During that time, the woman in white had come to see Devil a few times. At first, it was to tell her of Lila's welfare, at least until a few moons prior. The last time she came, the woman said she and her family had decided to adopt Lila. They were moving her to Limsa Lominsa for a fresh start. She extended the invitation for Devil to visit, though, deep down, the girl figured it was just a formality.

Once she was finally released, Devil went back to Pearl Lane. She thought it would be lonely and hard to bear. She was half-right. She missed her sister, but in the time she was gone, word of her attack on that man had spread, and grew into the beginnings of a reputation. Devil found herself on the cusp of something terrible... and great.

==Current Activities==
Devil has found herself wandering the new lands like so many others; Coerthas, Ishgard, and Dravania just to name a few, all for the promise of great challenges and greater loot. Aside from killing Nidhogg's dragons, a few heretics, and some stuffy-arsed paladins, things are fairly quiet for Devil... for the time being.

==Fun Devil Facts==

====Likes====
*Bolstering her bad-ass reputation
*Combat/danger in general
*Gil
*Tormenting people (it's a source of amusement)
*Learning more about that aether anomaly...
*Manly-men, not men in tights

====Dislikes====
*Slavers
*Imperials and their supporters
*Miqo'te
*Merchants (the crooked ones)
*Children
*Whiny, dumb, or immature people
*'Chipper' folk
*Boredom
*Trash-can armor (shite's hot, feels like you're strapped to a long spine board, and can't see for squat!)
*Know-it-all, holier-than-thou paladins (grinds teeth just thinking about it...)
*Miqo'te.

==The Rumor Mill==

==='''Common Hear-say'''===

*"Y'know she killed a man when she was jus' a kid... big man, too. Some hired fella for a merchant. Th' way I hear it, took five Brass Blades t' catch 'er an' bring 'er in, an' even then, they was pale an' sweatin' with nerves from bein' close to 'er." -''merchant of Ul'dah''

*"Ain't nobody on the Lane don't know that girl. She's like a phantom, lingerin' in th' shadows. Some say she guards th' place. Others say her motives ain't so nice. I like t' think she's keepin' an eye on us." -''Landebert''

*"Don't pay any mind to what these drunks say about that girl. They're heart-sore she turned 'em down's all. She's all brambles and thorns, but there's a rose down in there, you have my word. I've seen 'er show kindness to people b'fore, though she'll deny it if ya ask 'er." -''Momodi''

==='''Uncommon Hear-say'''===

*"That girl's trouble of the wors' sort! I hear she's got a voidspawn trapped, an' uses it t' do 'er biddin'!" -''Raging Merchant of Ul'dah''

*"No, no, that ain't it! It ain't no 'voidspawn'; an ''Ascian'' tried to possess 'er, an' she trapped it in 'er mind! She leeches off its aether to fuel 'er chi or chai, or whatever th' hells her type fight with!" -''Raving Merchant of Ul'dah''

*"She's got just the right people in her pocket. Girl gets away with murder, ''literally''. I hear she's even got a pet paladin. Some say he protects her from the worst of the political and legal recursions; then some say it's the other way around. She does the dirty work he won't. Either way, it's best to stay on her good side. Or at least her indifferent side." -''Jenlyns''

*"Somethin's wrong about that girl. Ever seen 'er in the rain? Watch; wherever that rain hits 'er, it steams. Like she's runnin' the worst fever in th' history of Eorzea. I'm tellin' ya, she ain't right. Something's odd in her aether signature too, but she won't let anybody study her to find out what." -''Mamane''

*"I... Fine, fine... "Devilish struts about in that v-neck vest of hers, her bindings tucked loosely around her assets for all the world to see. The shoulder pauldron on her vest glints in the sunlight, catching the eye of all, each spike sparkling like freshly wrought steel and freshly buffed. Her pants clutch her derrière tightly, leaving nothing to the imagination as their black leather clings to her like a second skin. The hem of her pantline is so low cut one can see the faint traces of her hip--" Ugh! No. No, Vervara, I refuse to read this... What? No. I refuse! What?! Fine! Something about the city was burning down around her, but let me continue about how lushious her hair is! Ugh!" -''[[Sabine Aislihn]]''

==='''Rare Hear-say'''===

*"That girl can sing. She doesn't do it often, or where people c'n hear 'er, but I swear I heard 'er one day, down in the oubliette. It's... haunting." -''Aubelet''

*"Up in Coerthas, they swear she's a dragon. Said she even breathed a lick of fire at a guard once." -''overheard between two Wood Wailers at Buscarron's Druthers''

*"She once punched a primal so hard, it ''had children''." -''drunken Quicksand patron, who claims to be one of said children''
[[Category:Balmung]]

Red Crow

2014-09-28T09:04:08Z

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Chris Ganale

2014-09-28T09:00:33Z

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| caption = Cris in his combat attire.
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| gender = Male
| citizenship = Ul'dah
| race = Hyur
| clan = Midlander
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| stat_2 = Nameday
| stat_2_value = 6th Sun, 4th Astral Moon (Age: )
| stat_3 = Guardian
| stat_3_value = [[Althyk, the Keeper]]
| stat_4 = Profession
| stat_4_value = Mercenary, professional bodyguard
| stat_5 = Theme Song
| stat_5_value = ''[https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qY8ojp8k9D0 Battle Born]''
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'''Cris Ganale''' is a male midlander hyur hailing from the city-state of Ul'dah. Formerly a non-commissioned officer of the Immortal Flames, he fought as a phalanx trooper at the Battle of Carteneau and survived the ensuing Calamity. Afterwards, he was discharged from service and changed his primary combat arms field from sword and shield to the axe, taking up work as a mercenary for hire and professional bodyguard.

==Biography==
===Early Life===

==Character==
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::* Due to the game engine's word filtration, Cris' in-game name is Cris Ga'nale. This is not reflected on this wiki or anywhere in his in-character interactions.
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: <font style="color:#D83018;" size="3">■</font> "Sergeant Ganale was medically discharged from the Flames after the Calamity due to crippling injuries received fighting our common foe on the fields of Carteneau." - ''Commander Swift''
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: <font style="color:#aac5b4;" size="3">■</font> "Oh, Cris? Ya I know him! He puts so much sugar in his tea it turned to sludge!" - [[Herfang "Fae" Villieldr]]
: <font style="color:#aac5b4;" size="3">■</font> "That guy has the emotion span of a wet sock, an' he's about as romantic. Just ask that poor girl who's been fawnin' over 'im. I don't think 'e even knows 'er name." - [[Devil ]]
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: <font style="color:#F02311;" size="3">♥</font> [[Sabine Aislihn]] : Description
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Vervara Rozthan]] : Description
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Gunnbjorn Darkblade]] : Description

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==Annotations==
22-Sept-14: Page created. More to come.

23-Sept-14: Added some quotes.

26-Sept-14: Added theme song.

Devilish Sarracenia

2014-08-14T16:13:23Z

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Devilish Sarracenia

2014-08-13T09:44:10Z

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Devilish Sarracenia

2014-04-18T04:41:26Z

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Devilish Sarracenia

2014-04-18T04:40:58Z

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Devilish Sarracenia

2014-03-25T06:54:27Z

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Devilish Sarracenia

2014-03-25T06:53:40Z

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Red Crow

2014-03-21T01:25:33Z

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[[File:Red_avatar_pic.png|thumb|right|Red Crow, before the Facets incident]]

===General:===

Red Crow, or 'Red', as her friends know her, came from a small family of Hellsguard Roegadyn. True to their name, their job consisted of guarding one of the several volcanoes in the Thanalan region. After losing her parents to an Amalj'aa raiding party, and her older brother at Cartaneau, she spent a few years wandering the wilds before the search for her brother led her to Ul'dah.

Red's 'backwoods' ways are most evident when in refined company. Though she has grown more accustomed to civilized life, it took her some time to acclimate. Things as simple as titles of respect, such as 'Miss', confounded her, until it was explained that her friends were not confusing her for some other Roegadyn named 'Miss Crow', they were just being polite. Her naivete showed in other affairs, such as her adventures at a 'gala', which she mistook for a physical challenge, and the proper way to drink tea. Some found her innocence endearing, but it was not to last.

Shortly after arriving in Ul'dah, Red made contacts with a group known as the Facets of Eorzea. Though their mission was noble, there were many issues plaguing the group. From sabotaged link pearls to Imperial threats, Red stood with the Facets against their enemies, until the day the group welcomed one of the enemy into their fold. She pleaded with them to banish the known Imperial spy, who had been directly responsible for the harassment, assault, kidnapping, and attempted murder of several Facets, and who had acted with a small squad of Imperials to destroy the Facets' base in Summerford, La Noscea. Despite the overwhelming proof against the Imperial woman, the Facets chose to ignore Red. It was a harsh blow to the young warrior, and she cut ties with the group, leaving one last warning behind: "I can't protect you when you're dumb enough to not only let the enemy in the door, but make a bed for her, too."

Disillusioned and questioning herself, she went back to scouring the wilds for any trace of her brother's whereabouts. Rumors led her all over Eorzea, from the deserts of Thanalan to the sunken temple of Wanderer's Palace, all the way to Mhor Dhona. Only recently, has she been sighted once more among the numbers of Eorzean citizenry, though something seems to have changed about her.

===Appearance:===

Red is anything but dainty. Just over seven fulms tall, she fit right in with the rest of her family, who were likewise gifted with impressive height, but this same trait makes her stick out like a sore thumb in typical Eorzean company. Mountain life made her tough and resilient to most weather conditions, save the blizzards of Coerthas, and blessed her with a permanent tan. With bright red hair kept at a short to medium length, she usually has it all tucked up under a helm of some sort anyway, so don't expect a particularly neat style or the latest fashion with this one. Her eyes are a very pale golden yellow, and in low light, appear to glow. All she knows is both she and her brother had their mother's eyes; she doubts there's any mystical reason behind their color.

Red is very much a tomboyish sort, and can normally be found in armor, or some type of work clothes with her massive battleaxe close at hand. Dresses and skirts make her uncomfortable; she'd much rather be in some dingy pair of pants, digging up ore or turning out bits of armor and jewelry. She does, however, have an appreciation for lipstick, her favorite color being some shade of berry.

Since her latest return from the wilds, Red's appearance has changed considerably. Her hair has darkened, more closely resembling her brother's, and the armor she now favors is a black set which she has refitted herself. Along with the remains of a scar running over her right eye, Red seems to have given up the one girlish habit she had back in Ul'dah: she no longer bothers with lipstick. The effect gives her a much more stern, significantly-less 'innocent' appearance.

[[File:Red; Mhor Dhona.png|thumb|Red Crow, after her return to civilization]]

===Behavior:===

Back when Red first came to Ul'dah, she seldom showed any emotional signs of the struggles she'd been through. She didn't hide the fact she'd lost her family, though she didn't speak openly about it, and had no idea if her brother were alive or dead, but she'd tell anyone willing to listen, just in case someone might have seen or heard of a Roegadyn man fitting her brother's description. This sort of 'therapy' was normal to her, having come from a very open and honest family. Nothing really seemed to bother her, and she was seldom found to be in anything but a good mood. She could sympathize, or at least empathize, with anyone's plight, within reason (as the Facets incident later proved). Red's loyalty to her friends and compassionate nature were reinforced with aurochs-like stubbornness, and a drive to protect those in need of defending. Some of this changed after the ordeal with the Facets, though.

During her time in the wilds, Red sought to better understand herself. In particular, she wanted to know why her friends would disregard her over a known Imperial spy, and threat to the group. While she followed rumors of Cartaneau survivors, she underwent several challenges and experiences that made her reevaluate how she presented herself to others. She had been naive. She had been foolish and innocent, ignorant of the 'civilized' customs. No more. She found within herself a warrior's will and the power to back it.

She led excursions into dangerous territory, and fought until her people were safe. She began to make a name for herself, and with it came the respect she'd been lacking before. Now, when she gives an order, people listen, and their obedience is rewarded with victory. No longer does she act like some silly girl from the hill country.

===Retainer Files on Red Crow:===

''' 3rd Sun of the 5th Astral Moon, 7th Umbral Era

Personal Journal of Baenstymm Klynblaetsyn'''

Though it is not required, I have found it beneficial to maintain a record during my services as a retainer, not only to ensure the quality of my services, but for nostalgia’s sake as well. It seems adventurers are a short-lived sort these days, with this being my third assignment in twice as many years.

I currently find myself under contract with one Red Crow, a Hellsguard woman possessed of talents with both the sword and great axe. Though I am well-trained, there is always a certain degree of nervousness, for lack of a better term, I feel before the initial meeting with a new charge. I like to know all I can about a charge beforehand, so I may prevent awkward conversations or unwelcome questions. However, there is a noted lack of information on this charge.

She is preceded by a reputation laden with feats of heroism and bravery that rival those previously under my care. Her adventuring began in Ul’dah, where she trained as a gladiator. Her deeds gained her such notoriety that, in time, she gained favor with the Sultana and became the personal envoy of Flame General Raubahn Aldynn. It was during an assignment under the Flame General that she came to Limsa Lominsa, and there soon returned after her duty was complete to begin training as a marauder. Again, after a relatively short time here in Limsa, her deeds earned her an audience with Admiral Merylwyb Bloefhiswyn. Renowned for her expertise and unshakable determination, it was only a matter of time before others of similar skill and conscience sought her out.

Her deeds, from defending the helpless to recovering lost or stolen property, are numerous and indicate someone who cares for the common folk. Her victories, especially those earned despite facing insurmountable odds, cast her in a fearless light. However, I can find no record of a personal life. She has no permanent address, though she seems to prefer the inns of Ul’dah and Limsa Lominsa. None have heard her speak of a family, save a brother thought lost at Cartaneau.

Despite all she has accomplished, she seems a rather private individual. I can only hope Fate is more kind to her than It has been to those who have come before her. In the meantime, I shall do my utmost to fulfill my role as her retainer. My thoughts will have to wait; I am told she has arrived.

-Klynblaetsyn

'''4th Sun of the 5th Astral Moon, 7th Umbral Era

Personal Journal of Baenstymm Klynblaetsyn '''

The initial meeting with my new charge was… interesting. As is customary with the hiring of retainers, it is the charge’s prerogative to don their caretakers with a ‘nickname’. Many have suffered under this allowance, myself included. During this meeting, that minor concern was quickly erased. Apparently, Red Crow was told of this tradition, yet rather than address me with some silly or derogatory title, she simply asked me my name. I told her, and she gave a nod. I asked if another would please her more, knowing Seawolf names are sometimes hard to pronounce, but she shook her head, even laughed a little. She said my mother saw fit to give me such a name, and, as she put it, “I’ll be damned if I undermine the woman who birthed a beast like you.” I have to admit, I am rather large, even for a Roegadyn. Still, I find her candid demeanor somewhat amusing, if not even refreshing, after… well, I shall leave it at that.

We exchanged pleasantries, to an extent, and I quickly learned she does not like titles of any sort. I pride myself with providing the utmost in courteous service, so it is only natural that I address women with titles of ‘Miss’, ‘Lady’, or ‘Madam’. Red Crow would have none of this business, and insisted she does not know a ‘Miss Crow’, and she very seldom misses her mark. I laughed despite myself; I forget sometimes that the Hellsguard names are meant to describe and help merchants or employers remember a specific Hellsguard. As for ‘Lady Crow’ or ‘Madam Crow’, she made a face and shook her head fervently at either option, insisting yet again I address her as ‘Red’. Never have I had such an informal charge! Then again, I am beginning to believe Red is unlike the typical charges we retainers are trained to serve.

She does not quite know what to do with a retainer, I feel. Case in point, after our meeting, she turned to leave. As is my duty, I fell in step just slightly behind and to her right. Several times, she glanced back at me, each time her expression growing more curious. We were nearing the Drowned Wench when finally she spun around, brows furrowed and hands on her hips.

“The hells’re you followin’ me for?!” Oh gods, how I fought back the laughter! With some difficulty, I kept my composure and explained to her the duties of a retainer; how, if she wished it, I would tend to her market affairs for her, buying and selling items of interest, keeping her armor and weaponry clean and in good working order. And, in the event of her time spent in the city, if she should desire my presence simply for the company, I was obliged to comply. I must say, she’s not one to hide her emotions, for she quickly took on a look of bewilderment.

“What about your family? Things you wanna do? Godsdamn, you’ve got better things to do than babysit a grown woman!” Again, it took a significant amount of willpower to maintain my humor at her rough manner of speaking. I informed her that, as a retainer, it was my sole duty to see to her every need and comfort as long as she required. I explained that I was contractually-bound to remain within city limits, so while she is gone on duty, I remain behind. After her affairs are in order, then I may have time for my own needs. As for my family, I took the job as a Retainer in order to stay in the city and close to my elderly father. No sooner had I finished explaining than she gave a stern nod and crossed her arms over her chest.

“Then I want you to take the rest of the day and go see to your dad.” I was nearly speechless. I believe she took my surprise as preparation for an argument, because she pointed a finger at me and settled those pale, unblinking eyes on me. “If I need you for somethin’, I’ll ring that little bell in my inn room. Until then, get outta here.”

Never have I dealt with such a brash, rough-toned woman, but perhaps this is common for Hellsguards? Still, as unrefined as she may be, there is no denying she has a sense of honor about her. By her presentation, she commands respect, but she gives it as well. She can be stern, but she seems quick to smile and draw similar emotions from those around her.

I am very curious to see what becomes of Miss Red Crow.

-Klynblaetsyn

''' 9th Sun of the 5th Astral Moon, 7th Umbral Era

Personal Journal of Baenstymm Klynblaetsyn'''

It has been some time since I last documented my thoughts and recollections. Much has happened in a short while, and only now do I find time to gather my thoughts.

The morning of my second sun as Red Crow’s retainer began in a flurry. I arrived shortly after a summons to find her donned in full plate, her marauder’s axe across her back, and her hands busy packing a large backpack with various sundries. Naturally, I assumed she had called me to assist, though when I moved to do so, she stopped me with an upheld hand.

“I got this; just wanted to let you know I’m gonna be gone for a few suns on duty.”

I understood, and expected a list of duties of my own to see to in her stead, but Red just looked at me. I realized she must not understand, so I asked. She chuckled and shook her head, admitting she had forgotten she had ‘help’ for once and had already seen to business. I was growing concerned that if this pattern progressed, I would find myself either growing lazy and complacent in my duties, or she would release me altogether. Perhaps my concern showed on my face, for next I knew, she was holding out a handful of small stones to me.

“I forgot this, though. Hang onto these for me; keep ‘em safe for when I get back.” It was a small task, trivial at best, at least until I took the objects. I realized immediately they were materia. With that, she hefted her pack onto her shoulder and made for the door. She stopped suddenly; I thought perhaps she had changed her mind. What little I know of Red…

“You have a good visit with you dad?”

I informed her I had, though I was surprised by the question.

“He doin’ alright? Need anything, either of you, while I’m out? I should be in the Ul’dah area.”

I was, for lack of a better term, floored by her interest in our welfare. I suppose I wore such an expression, for she chuckled at me and nodded. She instructed me that, should I think of anything, to send a letter to the Ul’dahn adventurer’s guild, in the care of Mistress Momodi. With that, she left, leaving me standing dumbstruck in the middle of her room, holding a handful of materia.

For several suns, I busied myself with various odd-jobs and tasks. I secured Red’s materia as asked, saw that her room was well-tended for her return, then spent my remaining time with my father and seeing to my own business. With no idea when Red Crow would return, I kept myself busy the first few suns. However, I would be remiss if I did not admit to growing concern when, by the fourth moon, I had neither seen nor heard anything from my charge.

Quite before dawn this morning, I finally received a summons. Regardless of the time, I rushed to the inn. I found Red’s door slightly ajar and, when I studied it further, noted what appeared to be a strap from her pack was blocking the door’s closure. Fearful of the state in which I might find her, I knocked gently, but received no reply. This only heightened my concern, and I pushed the door open. She was collapsed across the bed and wrapped in bandages. Her armor, I found, was stacked neatly behind the door, and I realized then my summons had been accidental. It appeared that, as well as preventing the door from closing completely, her pack and slipped against the armor, shifting it just enough to knock the summoning bell from its pedestal nearby. Red must have been unconscious the moment she hit the bed, for the bell still lay on the floor by the doorway.

I thought to call for a healer, but quickly realized what I took to be bandaging was dirty, but not bloody. The wrappings seemed to be strategically placed, and I knew then they acted to protect against the heavy, chafing plate armor she wore. Seeing all was well, I pulled a cover over her and turned to leave. I was moving her pack away from the door when she spoke.

I stopped, thinking perhaps she had awoken, but when I turned back, she appeared to still be sleeping soundly. No sooner had I reached for the doorknob again, than once more she spoke, this time clearly.

“Can’t find sun. Come home. Help.”

Perhaps it was the early hour; maybe it was her exhaustion. But whatever the reason, Red Crow did not sound like herself. She sounded very much like a scared young girl, and I found it unsettling. I did not wish to wake her, only help her rest, so once more I made my way to her bedside, this time to tuck the sheet in around her. The furrow eased from her brow and with a sigh, she fell silent once more.

I have a feeling what I witnessed was a ghost of a very private memory. Red has yet to speak of a family of her own, living or otherwise. I find myself speculating on her sleep-speaking; was she lost from them? Stolen away? Perhaps the latter, considering whatever dream or nightmare she was trapped in, was apparently very dark. Then again, maybe it’s only a dream her tired mind conjured. It’s none of my business, I know, but I can’t help but wonder.

-Klynblaetsyn

''' 11th Sun of the 5th Astral Moon, 7th Umbral Era

Private Journal of Baenstymm Klynblaetsyn'''

After a full sun of rest, Red Crow finally regained consciousness. I cannot say exactly when she awoke, only that she summoned me (on purpose this time) around mid-morning today. I arrived at her quarters to find her bathed and clad in traditional Hellsguard clothing, looking much more lively than when last I’d seen her. She seemed in good spirits, calling me in shortly after I knocked at her door.

She was sitting at the small table, tending her armor and weapon. She gestured to a nearby seat and began asking about what she’d missed in Limsa Lominsa while she was away. I picked up a gauntlet and began cleaning it with a rag from a pile on the table while I informed her of the day-to-day business in the city. Before I could finish the one glove, another knock came at the door. I discovered Red had ordered room service. I could hardly refrain from casting her a look of disapproval; after all, I could easily have gone out to procure provisions for her had she but asked.

She chuckled and motioned to the seat again, and informed me my duty today was that of ‘company’. I agreed and took my seat once again, after the inn’s help left the room. As I picked the gauntlet back up, I caught Red giving me a curious look. I informed her that I could tend armor and keep company simultaneously, and at that she laughed, but nodded. I have come to realize that, left to her own devices, Red would have little use for a retainer, therefor I must make my own work to stay useful.

No sooner had I set back to work, than she surprised me yet again by pushing a plate of food in front of me, then began gathering items onto a second dish. I politely declined the offer, but she would hear nothing of it. She insisted with, “I don’t eat in front of people, and I don’t talk to the back of anybody’s head, so eat the damn food already. I ordered enough for an army, anyway.” I could hardly argue with such eloquence.

So passed our late morning, cleaning, chatting, and discussing various topics between bites of food. I had earlier considered asking her about the dream, but there seemed to be no traces of its phantasm left, so I opted to let it go. It’s not my place to pry, anyhow. She did, however, volunteer several tales from her recent adventure, and while her stories were interesting, to say the least, one in particular stood out. Apparently, Red had received an invitation, along with –many- others, to a gala event. I could only imagine her storming the gates in bloodied armor, her axe dripping gore from a recent battle, all while people dressed in the latest finery looked on, appalled! She surprised me when she said she’d actually ‘cleaned up’ before she went. I learned soon after, that meant a quick dip in a stream and the donning of the very clothing she currently wore, no doubt wrinkled at the time from suns stuffed in a pack. She admitted she had no idea what to expect, but soon learned a ‘gala’ is a line-standing event, to see who can wait the longest. The ‘winners’ then get ushered into a building and packed in until the floors groan in protest, again culling the ‘weak-willed’. Those who stick it out, are rewarded with a table, food, and company of a few decent people. I cannot say if there were other notes of interest, for by this time, I was laughing so hard, I could scarcely catch my breath! When she admitted defeat at the ‘hands of the gala’ when dancing was expected, my eyes streamed with laughter! I know she simply does not know of these civilized activities, but her tale… it was as if she had gone in search of a glorious quest, rather than a social gathering!

After a few moments to compose myself, and a few more spent in comfortable silence, we returned to cleaning the armor. I paused a moment to ask a question of her gala experience to find her fixated on one particular segment of her chest plate. The humor had vanished from her countenance, in its place an expression I was unfamiliar with. Though her brow remained smooth, and no frown distorted her lips, she had gained an unsettling glare directed at something caught between two of the segments in the armor. She was eerily still, sitting perfectly motionless, not even a blink of an eye to belie the life in her. Only one hand moved as she pulled free a strip of what appeared to be dull, black leather. With that death-stare still on the object, she bound it in one of the cleaning cloths, then resumed her business with her armor. For a moment, I sat in wary silence, looking between the small bundle and Red. Was it my place to ask?

I was thinking how best to approach what must be a delicate situation when she spoke. “Amalj’aa.” I felt my eyes widen and my gaze immediately fell back to the cloth.

“If I’m close to one of their territories, I make a special trip, just for them.” She couldn’t mean that was a –piece- of one? The question must have been written on my face, for she looked up at me and gave a nod. “If I find an encampment, I clear it. I keep an eye on ‘em, ‘cuz they’re known for reusin’ old camps from time to time. That, though,” she nods to the bundle, “that’s gonna get burnt. I don’t keep trophies, if that’s what you’re wonderin’. But I don’t spare them any neat, tidy little cuts either. Pieces fly off sometimes. Looks like that one just stuck with me.”

I know there is no love lost between citizens of Thanalan and the Amalj’aa, but Red seemed to harbor a particularly violent hatred of the beastmen. My mind churned with unasked questions. Perhaps she feared what I was thinking, for she spoke again.

“Few years back, a group of those bastards came through my family’s place. It was just me and my parents; my older brother, Killing Sun, had gotten involved with the war and was supposedly stationed nearby. Near Cartaneu.” While she talked, she kept her attention on her armor, her face that same, strange blank expression as when she’d liberated the beastman offal from her armor. “We knew they were comin’, and that there were a –lot- of ‘em. My parents sent me out to look for Sun. I know now it was just to protect me. There’s no way I could’ve got to him and made it back in time.”

She reached for an oilcloth and gave a quiet sigh. “Never did find Sun. Wasn’t anything left worth savin’ when I made it back home, except for my cookpot.” She nodded near the door, where she had stacked her armor upon her return. There, tied to her pack, was a medium-sized black iron pot with a lid and ladle secured in place. I looked back to her, just in time to see the first sign of that unsettling expression finally breaking. A faint twitch at the corner of her mouth gave way to a soft smirk, “I’m terrible with it, but it’s alright. Thing’s enchanted. Put it over a fire, and nothin’ll bother your camp all night.”

I only smiled in return. What do you say after hearing something like that? An apology doesn’t seem appropriate. Instead, we just let silence settle in around us once more, and we returned to cleaning the last of her armor. We spoke later on, just idle chat. I let her guide the talk, and avoided any questions that might stir up those hurtful memories.

After learning about this, I can’t help but feel some degree of guilt for overhearing her speaking in her sleep. I also feel sorry for her, the poor girl left to fend for herself in the wake of war and violence. I imagine this is why she avoids speaking of her past. Red doesn’t seem to feel sorry for herself, and I believe she doesn’t want others feeling sorry for her either. Perhaps I should tell her how I found her that night?

-Klynblaetsyn

===Random Red Crow Facts:===

* True to Hellsguard beliefs, Red is wary of alchemists. However, she's a little more tolerant of them, after learning they make healing potions, which she likes.

* Red believes her cookpot is magic. "Put it over a campfire, and nothin'll bother your camp all night!" she boasts. Little does she know, it's not the cookpot, but the horrible smells coming from it that drive would-be predators away.

* Red was named by her older brother, Killing Sun. "Red" came from her fiery red hair, which resembled their mother's. "Crow" came from her habit of mimicking him when she was small. Rather than annoying him, he found ways to make it a game between them, thus strengthening their sibling bond.

* Despite her new-found confidence as a warrior, Red is still stricken with bouts of shyness in social situations, especially around flirtatious men. She tries -really- hard to hide it.

* Red hates to dance. She also hates wearing skirts or dresses, though that's not to say she doesn't look good in them.

* Red has an irrational fear of things in her navel. She's somehow convinced herself that something in or near her belly button is going for her intestines. She tries to keep it covered -at all times-.

* The Black armor she rebuilt and refitted for herself was once her brother's. It is all she found of him after years of searching. According to Ul'dahn records, he fell at Cartaneau. The armor was a pet project he'd been working on since before he left home.

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[[File:Red_avatar_pic.png|thumb|right|Red Crow, before the Facets incident]]

===General:===

Red Crow, or 'Red', as her friends know her, came from a small family of Hellsguard Roegadyn. True to their name, their job consisted of guarding one of the several volcanoes in the Thanalan region. After losing her parents to an Amalj'aa raiding party, and her older brother at Cartaneau, she spent a few years wandering the wilds before the search for her brother led her to Ul'dah.

Red's 'backwoods' ways are most evident when in refined company. Though she has grown more accustomed to civilized life, it took her some time to acclimate. Things as simple as titles of respect, such as 'Miss', confounded her, until it was explained that her friends were not confusing her for some other Roegadyn named 'Miss Crow', they were just being polite. Her naivete showed in other affairs, such as her adventures at a 'gala', which she mistook for a physical challenge, and the proper way to drink tea. Some found her innocence endearing, but it was not to last.

Shortly after arriving in Ul'dah, Red made contacts with a group known as the Facets of Eorzea. Though their mission was noble, there were many issues plaguing the group. From sabotaged link pearls to Imperial threats, Red stood with the Facets against their enemies, until the day the group welcomed one of the enemy into their fold. She pleaded with them to banish the known Imperial spy, who had been directly responsible for the harassment, assault, kidnapping, and attempted murder of several Facets, and who had acted with a small squad of Imperials to destroy the Facets' base in Summerford, La Noscea. Despite the overwhelming proof against the Imperial woman, the Facets chose to ignore Red. It was a harsh blow to the young warrior, and she cut ties with the group, leaving one last warning behind: "I can't protect you when you're dumb enough to not only let the enemy in the door, but make a bed for her, too."

Disillusioned and questioning herself, she went back to scouring the wilds for any trace of her brother's whereabouts. Rumors led her all over Eorzea, from the deserts of Thanalan to the sunken temple of Wanderer's Palace, all the way to Mhor Dhona. Only recently, has she been sighted once more among the numbers of Eorzean citizenry, though something seems to have changed about her.

===Appearance:===

Red is anything but dainty. Just over seven fulms tall, she fit right in with the rest of her family, who were likewise gifted with impressive height, but this same trait makes her stick out like a sore thumb in typical Eorzean company. Mountain life made her tough and resilient to most weather conditions, save the blizzards of Coerthas, and blessed her with a permanent tan. With bright red hair kept at a short to medium length, she usually has it all tucked up under a helm of some sort anyway, so don't expect a particularly neat style or the latest fashion with this one. Her eyes are a very pale golden yellow, and in low light, appear to glow. All she knows is both she and her brother had their mother's eyes; she doubts there's any mystical reason behind their color.

Red is very much a tomboyish sort, and can normally be found in armor, or some type of work clothes with her massive battleaxe close at hand. Dresses and skirts make her uncomfortable; she'd much rather be in some dingy pair of pants, digging up ore or turning out bits of armor and jewelry. She does, however, have an appreciation for lipstick, her favorite color being some shade of berry.

Since her latest return from the wilds, Red's appearance has changed considerably. Her hair has darkened, more closely resembling her brother's, and the armor she now favors is a black set which she has refitted herself. Along with the remains of a scar running over her right eye, Red seems to have given up the one girlish habit she had back in Ul'dah: she no longer bothers with lipstick. The effect gives her a much more stern, significantly-less 'innocent' appearance.

[[File:Red; Mhor Dhona.png|thumb|Red Crow, after her return to civilization]]

===Behavior:===

Back when Red first came to Ul'dah, she seldom showed any emotional signs of the struggles she'd been through. She didn't hide the fact she'd lost her family, though she didn't speak openly about it, and had no idea if her brother were alive or dead, but she'd tell anyone willing to listen, just in case someone might have seen or heard of a Roegadyn man fitting her brother's description. This sort of 'therapy' was normal to her, having come from a very open and honest family. Nothing really seemed to bother her, and she was seldom found to be in anything but a good mood. She could sympathize, or at least empathize, with anyone's plight, within reason (as the Facets incident later proved). Red's loyalty to her friends and compassionate nature were reinforced with aurochs-like stubbornness, and a drive to protect those in need of defending. Some of this changed after the ordeal with the Facets, though.

During her time in the wilds, Red sought to better understand herself. In particular, she wanted to know why her friends would disregard her over a known Imperial spy, and threat to the group. While she followed rumors of Cartaneau survivors, she underwent several challenges and experiences that made her reevaluate how she presented herself to others. She had been naive. She had been foolish and innocent, ignorant of the 'civilized' customs. No more. She found within herself a warrior's will and the power to back it.

She led excursions into dangerous territory, and fought until her people were safe. She began to make a name for herself, and with it came the respect she'd been lacking before. Now, when she gives an order, people listen, and their obedience is rewarded with victory. No longer does she act like some silly girl from the hill country. She is the last of her line. She is the bane of Primals, and the nightmare that haunts Imperial dreams. She is the warrior Red Crow.

===Retainer Files on Red Crow:===

''' 3rd Sun of the 5th Astral Moon, 7th Umbral Era

Personal Journal of Baenstymm Klynblaetsyn'''

Though it is not required, I have found it beneficial to maintain a record during my services as a retainer, not only to ensure the quality of my services, but for nostalgia’s sake as well. It seems adventurers are a short-lived sort these days, with this being my third assignment in twice as many years.

I currently find myself under contract with one Red Crow, a Hellsguard woman possessed of talents with both the sword and great axe. Though I am well-trained, there is always a certain degree of nervousness, for lack of a better term, I feel before the initial meeting with a new charge. I like to know all I can about a charge beforehand, so I may prevent awkward conversations or unwelcome questions. However, there is a noted lack of information on this charge.

She is preceded by a reputation laden with feats of heroism and bravery that rival those previously under my care. Her adventuring began in Ul’dah, where she trained as a gladiator. Her deeds gained her such notoriety that, in time, she gained favor with the Sultana and became the personal envoy of Flame General Raubahn Aldynn. It was during an assignment under the Flame General that she came to Limsa Lominsa, and there soon returned after her duty was complete to begin training as a marauder. Again, after a relatively short time here in Limsa, her deeds earned her an audience with Admiral Merylwyb Bloefhiswyn. Renowned for her expertise and unshakable determination, it was only a matter of time before others of similar skill and conscience sought her out.

Her deeds, from defending the helpless to recovering lost or stolen property, are numerous and indicate someone who cares for the common folk. Her victories, especially those earned despite facing insurmountable odds, cast her in a fearless light. However, I can find no record of a personal life. She has no permanent address, though she seems to prefer the inns of Ul’dah and Limsa Lominsa. None have heard her speak of a family, save a brother thought lost at Cartaneau.

Despite all she has accomplished, she seems a rather private individual. I can only hope Fate is more kind to her than It has been to those who have come before her. In the meantime, I shall do my utmost to fulfill my role as her retainer. My thoughts will have to wait; I am told she has arrived.

-Klynblaetsyn

'''4th Sun of the 5th Astral Moon, 7th Umbral Era

Personal Journal of Baenstymm Klynblaetsyn '''

The initial meeting with my new charge was… interesting. As is customary with the hiring of retainers, it is the charge’s prerogative to don their caretakers with a ‘nickname’. Many have suffered under this allowance, myself included. During this meeting, that minor concern was quickly erased. Apparently, Red Crow was told of this tradition, yet rather than address me with some silly or derogatory title, she simply asked me my name. I told her, and she gave a nod. I asked if another would please her more, knowing Seawolf names are sometimes hard to pronounce, but she shook her head, even laughed a little. She said my mother saw fit to give me such a name, and, as she put it, “I’ll be damned if I undermine the woman who birthed a beast like you.” I have to admit, I am rather large, even for a Roegadyn. Still, I find her candid demeanor somewhat amusing, if not even refreshing, after… well, I shall leave it at that.

We exchanged pleasantries, to an extent, and I quickly learned she does not like titles of any sort. I pride myself with providing the utmost in courteous service, so it is only natural that I address women with titles of ‘Miss’, ‘Lady’, or ‘Madam’. Red Crow would have none of this business, and insisted she does not know a ‘Miss Crow’, and she very seldom misses her mark. I laughed despite myself; I forget sometimes that the Hellsguard names are meant to describe and help merchants or employers remember a specific Hellsguard. As for ‘Lady Crow’ or ‘Madam Crow’, she made a face and shook her head fervently at either option, insisting yet again I address her as ‘Red’. Never have I had such an informal charge! Then again, I am beginning to believe Red is unlike the typical charges we retainers are trained to serve.

She does not quite know what to do with a retainer, I feel. Case in point, after our meeting, she turned to leave. As is my duty, I fell in step just slightly behind and to her right. Several times, she glanced back at me, each time her expression growing more curious. We were nearing the Drowned Wench when finally she spun around, brows furrowed and hands on her hips.

“The hells’re you followin’ me for?!” Oh gods, how I fought back the laughter! With some difficulty, I kept my composure and explained to her the duties of a retainer; how, if she wished it, I would tend to her market affairs for her, buying and selling items of interest, keeping her armor and weaponry clean and in good working order. And, in the event of her time spent in the city, if she should desire my presence simply for the company, I was obliged to comply. I must say, she’s not one to hide her emotions, for she quickly took on a look of bewilderment.

“What about your family? Things you wanna do? Godsdamn, you’ve got better things to do than babysit a grown woman!” Again, it took a significant amount of willpower to maintain my humor at her rough manner of speaking. I informed her that, as a retainer, it was my sole duty to see to her every need and comfort as long as she required. I explained that I was contractually-bound to remain within city limits, so while she is gone on duty, I remain behind. After her affairs are in order, then I may have time for my own needs. As for my family, I took the job as a Retainer in order to stay in the city and close to my elderly father. No sooner had I finished explaining than she gave a stern nod and crossed her arms over her chest.

“Then I want you to take the rest of the day and go see to your dad.” I was nearly speechless. I believe she took my surprise as preparation for an argument, because she pointed a finger at me and settled those pale, unblinking eyes on me. “If I need you for somethin’, I’ll ring that little bell in my inn room. Until then, get outta here.”

Never have I dealt with such a brash, rough-toned woman, but perhaps this is common for Hellsguards? Still, as unrefined as she may be, there is no denying she has a sense of honor about her. By her presentation, she commands respect, but she gives it as well. She can be stern, but she seems quick to smile and draw similar emotions from those around her.

I am very curious to see what becomes of Miss Red Crow.

-Klynblaetsyn

''' 9th Sun of the 5th Astral Moon, 7th Umbral Era

Personal Journal of Baenstymm Klynblaetsyn'''

It has been some time since I last documented my thoughts and recollections. Much has happened in a short while, and only now do I find time to gather my thoughts.

The morning of my second sun as Red Crow’s retainer began in a flurry. I arrived shortly after a summons to find her donned in full plate, her marauder’s axe across her back, and her hands busy packing a large backpack with various sundries. Naturally, I assumed she had called me to assist, though when I moved to do so, she stopped me with an upheld hand.

“I got this; just wanted to let you know I’m gonna be gone for a few suns on duty.”

I understood, and expected a list of duties of my own to see to in her stead, but Red just looked at me. I realized she must not understand, so I asked. She chuckled and shook her head, admitting she had forgotten she had ‘help’ for once and had already seen to business. I was growing concerned that if this pattern progressed, I would find myself either growing lazy and complacent in my duties, or she would release me altogether. Perhaps my concern showed on my face, for next I knew, she was holding out a handful of small stones to me.

“I forgot this, though. Hang onto these for me; keep ‘em safe for when I get back.” It was a small task, trivial at best, at least until I took the objects. I realized immediately they were materia. With that, she hefted her pack onto her shoulder and made for the door. She stopped suddenly; I thought perhaps she had changed her mind. What little I know of Red…

“You have a good visit with you dad?”

I informed her I had, though I was surprised by the question.

“He doin’ alright? Need anything, either of you, while I’m out? I should be in the Ul’dah area.”

I was, for lack of a better term, floored by her interest in our welfare. I suppose I wore such an expression, for she chuckled at me and nodded. She instructed me that, should I think of anything, to send a letter to the Ul’dahn adventurer’s guild, in the care of Mistress Momodi. With that, she left, leaving me standing dumbstruck in the middle of her room, holding a handful of materia.

For several suns, I busied myself with various odd-jobs and tasks. I secured Red’s materia as asked, saw that her room was well-tended for her return, then spent my remaining time with my father and seeing to my own business. With no idea when Red Crow would return, I kept myself busy the first few suns. However, I would be remiss if I did not admit to growing concern when, by the fourth moon, I had neither seen nor heard anything from my charge.

Quite before dawn this morning, I finally received a summons. Regardless of the time, I rushed to the inn. I found Red’s door slightly ajar and, when I studied it further, noted what appeared to be a strap from her pack was blocking the door’s closure. Fearful of the state in which I might find her, I knocked gently, but received no reply. This only heightened my concern, and I pushed the door open. She was collapsed across the bed and wrapped in bandages. Her armor, I found, was stacked neatly behind the door, and I realized then my summons had been accidental. It appeared that, as well as preventing the door from closing completely, her pack and slipped against the armor, shifting it just enough to knock the summoning bell from its pedestal nearby. Red must have been unconscious the moment she hit the bed, for the bell still lay on the floor by the doorway.

I thought to call for a healer, but quickly realized what I took to be bandaging was dirty, but not bloody. The wrappings seemed to be strategically placed, and I knew then they acted to protect against the heavy, chafing plate armor she wore. Seeing all was well, I pulled a cover over her and turned to leave. I was moving her pack away from the door when she spoke.

I stopped, thinking perhaps she had awoken, but when I turned back, she appeared to still be sleeping soundly. No sooner had I reached for the doorknob again, than once more she spoke, this time clearly.

“Can’t find sun. Come home. Help.”

Perhaps it was the early hour; maybe it was her exhaustion. But whatever the reason, Red Crow did not sound like herself. She sounded very much like a scared young girl, and I found it unsettling. I did not wish to wake her, only help her rest, so once more I made my way to her bedside, this time to tuck the sheet in around her. The furrow eased from her brow and with a sigh, she fell silent once more.

I have a feeling what I witnessed was a ghost of a very private memory. Red has yet to speak of a family of her own, living or otherwise. I find myself speculating on her sleep-speaking; was she lost from them? Stolen away? Perhaps the latter, considering whatever dream or nightmare she was trapped in, was apparently very dark. Then again, maybe it’s only a dream her tired mind conjured. It’s none of my business, I know, but I can’t help but wonder.

-Klynblaetsyn

''' 11th Sun of the 5th Astral Moon, 7th Umbral Era

Private Journal of Baenstymm Klynblaetsyn'''

After a full sun of rest, Red Crow finally regained consciousness. I cannot say exactly when she awoke, only that she summoned me (on purpose this time) around mid-morning today. I arrived at her quarters to find her bathed and clad in traditional Hellsguard clothing, looking much more lively than when last I’d seen her. She seemed in good spirits, calling me in shortly after I knocked at her door.

She was sitting at the small table, tending her armor and weapon. She gestured to a nearby seat and began asking about what she’d missed in Limsa Lominsa while she was away. I picked up a gauntlet and began cleaning it with a rag from a pile on the table while I informed her of the day-to-day business in the city. Before I could finish the one glove, another knock came at the door. I discovered Red had ordered room service. I could hardly refrain from casting her a look of disapproval; after all, I could easily have gone out to procure provisions for her had she but asked.

She chuckled and motioned to the seat again, and informed me my duty today was that of ‘company’. I agreed and took my seat once again, after the inn’s help left the room. As I picked the gauntlet back up, I caught Red giving me a curious look. I informed her that I could tend armor and keep company simultaneously, and at that she laughed, but nodded. I have come to realize that, left to her own devices, Red would have little use for a retainer, therefor I must make my own work to stay useful.

No sooner had I set back to work, than she surprised me yet again by pushing a plate of food in front of me, then began gathering items onto a second dish. I politely declined the offer, but she would hear nothing of it. She insisted with, “I don’t eat in front of people, and I don’t talk to the back of anybody’s head, so eat the damn food already. I ordered enough for an army, anyway.” I could hardly argue with such eloquence.

So passed our late morning, cleaning, chatting, and discussing various topics between bites of food. I had earlier considered asking her about the dream, but there seemed to be no traces of its phantasm left, so I opted to let it go. It’s not my place to pry, anyhow. She did, however, volunteer several tales from her recent adventure, and while her stories were interesting, to say the least, one in particular stood out. Apparently, Red had received an invitation, along with –many- others, to a gala event. I could only imagine her storming the gates in bloodied armor, her axe dripping gore from a recent battle, all while people dressed in the latest finery looked on, appalled! She surprised me when she said she’d actually ‘cleaned up’ before she went. I learned soon after, that meant a quick dip in a stream and the donning of the very clothing she currently wore, no doubt wrinkled at the time from suns stuffed in a pack. She admitted she had no idea what to expect, but soon learned a ‘gala’ is a line-standing event, to see who can wait the longest. The ‘winners’ then get ushered into a building and packed in until the floors groan in protest, again culling the ‘weak-willed’. Those who stick it out, are rewarded with a table, food, and company of a few decent people. I cannot say if there were other notes of interest, for by this time, I was laughing so hard, I could scarcely catch my breath! When she admitted defeat at the ‘hands of the gala’ when dancing was expected, my eyes streamed with laughter! I know she simply does not know of these civilized activities, but her tale… it was as if she had gone in search of a glorious quest, rather than a social gathering!

After a few moments to compose myself, and a few more spent in comfortable silence, we returned to cleaning the armor. I paused a moment to ask a question of her gala experience to find her fixated on one particular segment of her chest plate. The humor had vanished from her countenance, in its place an expression I was unfamiliar with. Though her brow remained smooth, and no frown distorted her lips, she had gained an unsettling glare directed at something caught between two of the segments in the armor. She was eerily still, sitting perfectly motionless, not even a blink of an eye to belie the life in her. Only one hand moved as she pulled free a strip of what appeared to be dull, black leather. With that death-stare still on the object, she bound it in one of the cleaning cloths, then resumed her business with her armor. For a moment, I sat in wary silence, looking between the small bundle and Red. Was it my place to ask?

I was thinking how best to approach what must be a delicate situation when she spoke. “Amalj’aa.” I felt my eyes widen and my gaze immediately fell back to the cloth.

“If I’m close to one of their territories, I make a special trip, just for them.” She couldn’t mean that was a –piece- of one? The question must have been written on my face, for she looked up at me and gave a nod. “If I find an encampment, I clear it. I keep an eye on ‘em, ‘cuz they’re known for reusin’ old camps from time to time. That, though,” she nods to the bundle, “that’s gonna get burnt. I don’t keep trophies, if that’s what you’re wonderin’. But I don’t spare them any neat, tidy little cuts either. Pieces fly off sometimes. Looks like that one just stuck with me.”

I know there is no love lost between citizens of Thanalan and the Amalj’aa, but Red seemed to harbor a particularly violent hatred of the beastmen. My mind churned with unasked questions. Perhaps she feared what I was thinking, for she spoke again.

“Few years back, a group of those bastards came through my family’s place. It was just me and my parents; my older brother, Killing Sun, had gotten involved with the war and was supposedly stationed nearby. Near Cartaneu.” While she talked, she kept her attention on her armor, her face that same, strange blank expression as when she’d liberated the beastman offal from her armor. “We knew they were comin’, and that there were a –lot- of ‘em. My parents sent me out to look for Sun. I know now it was just to protect me. There’s no way I could’ve got to him and made it back in time.”

She reached for an oilcloth and gave a quiet sigh. “Never did find Sun. Wasn’t anything left worth savin’ when I made it back home, except for my cookpot.” She nodded near the door, where she had stacked her armor upon her return. There, tied to her pack, was a medium-sized black iron pot with a lid and ladle secured in place. I looked back to her, just in time to see the first sign of that unsettling expression finally breaking. A faint twitch at the corner of her mouth gave way to a soft smirk, “I’m terrible with it, but it’s alright. Thing’s enchanted. Put it over a fire, and nothin’ll bother your camp all night.”

I only smiled in return. What do you say after hearing something like that? An apology doesn’t seem appropriate. Instead, we just let silence settle in around us once more, and we returned to cleaning the last of her armor. We spoke later on, just idle chat. I let her guide the talk, and avoided any questions that might stir up those hurtful memories.

After learning about this, I can’t help but feel some degree of guilt for overhearing her speaking in her sleep. I also feel sorry for her, the poor girl left to fend for herself in the wake of war and violence. I imagine this is why she avoids speaking of her past. Red doesn’t seem to feel sorry for herself, and I believe she doesn’t want others feeling sorry for her either. Perhaps I should tell her how I found her that night?

-Klynblaetsyn

===Random Red Crow Facts:===

* True to Hellsguard beliefs, Red is wary of alchemists. However, she's a little more tolerant of them, after learning they make healing potions, which she likes.

* Red believes her cookpot is magic. "Put it over a campfire, and nothin'll bother your camp all night!" she boasts. Little does she know, it's not the cookpot, but the horrible smells coming from it that drive would-be predators away.

* Red was named by her older brother, Killing Sun. "Red" came from her fiery red hair, which resembled their mother's. "Crow" came from her habit of mimicking him when she was small. Rather than annoying him, he found ways to make it a game between them, thus strengthening their sibling bond.

* Despite her new-found confidence as a warrior, Red is still stricken with bouts of shyness in social situations, especially around flirtatious men. She tries -really- hard to hide it.

* Red hates to dance. She also hates wearing skirts or dresses, though that's not to say she doesn't look good in them.

* Red has an irrational fear of things in her navel. She's somehow convinced herself that something in or near her belly button is going for her intestines. She tries to keep it covered -at all times-.

* The Black armor she rebuilt and refitted for herself was once her brother's. It is all she found of him after years of searching. According to Ul'dahn records, he fell at Cartaneau. The armor was a pet project he'd been working on since before he left home.

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T'zara Rhesh

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[[File:T'zara red armor.png|thumb|right|T'zara Rhesh, of the Dravanian Condor Tribe (Balmung, NA server) ]]

===General:===
T'zara Rhesh is a young adult female Seeker of the Sun Miqo'te from the Dravanian sect of the Condor Tribe. She has succeeded in her rite of passage to adulthood, and as such, has taken the duty of traveling from her home in the frigid mountains on the border of Sharlavan and Dravania to the 'civilized' countries of the south to extend her warrior training. She hopes to bring back new knowledge of fighting techniques, armor, and weaponry to help her Tribe survive in the brutal North country.

===Appearance:===
T'zara stands tall, just shy of five fulms, four ilms. Like most of the Dravanian Condor Tribe, her skin is a warm, dark tan, and complimented with black hair cut into a razored bob just about jaw-length. The tips of her hair are colored a bright red, which offset her icy, pale-blue eyes. She does not like revealing clothing. She prefers to keep her body covered, as flouncing around in next-to-nothing is a trait of immature or failed warriors of her Tribe. Upon completion of her Coming of Age trial, T'zara wears the red 'x' warpaint across her face, that signifies her role as front-line fighter for her Tribe. She wears this mark with pride, and tends to consider those lacking their warpaint to be unseasoned, or undesirable sub-par individuals.

===Behavior:===
T'zara often comes across as arrogant, or stuck up, in the cities of the South-lands. She does not participate in the constant courtship and mating rituals of the city Miqo'te, and she often looks down on them for their lack of pride, self-control, and honor. She prefers to keep company with those she deems worthy; warriors and magicians of the 'honorable' races, consisting mostly of Hyurs, an Elezen or two, a few Lalafell, and the occasional Roegadyn, though the giants' loud tendencies sometimes prove too much for the mostly-introverted Seeker. To her Tribe and her friends, she is a fierce friend, and a loyal companion. To strangers in need, she is compassionate, but never is she anybody's fool.

===The Condor Tribe of Dravania: a Brief History===
Centuries ago, when the Miqo'te Tribes were making their way across the frozen sea, the Condor Tribe was a single large unit. As they made their way through the rugged terrain of Sharlavan into Coerthas,they were besieged by the Dragons, and scattered. Most ran south, into the northern-most forests of the Black Shroud, but a pocket of the Condors remained, hidden amongst the rocks and snow of Dravania and Sharlavan. Trapped by the Dragons and the unforgiving weather of Coerthas, they had to survive as best they could until help came. It never did.

Thus the Dravanian Condor Tribe was forced to evolve, if they were to survive at all in their harsh new world.

Some time later, as tensions began to escalate between the Ishgardians and the Dragons, the Condor Tribe saw an opportunity for advancement. After the battles, members of the Tribe would venture out on the fields, scavenging armor, weapons, and scales from fallen drakes to fashion into weapons and gear for their own purposes. They studied the dead beasts, and began to learn about them. Not long after the rise of the first Dragoon, the first warriors of the Condor Tribe struck out to hunt the very creatures that had been plaguing them for so long.

It became a rite of passage to participate in the hunt. Young warriors would band together under the guidance of a seasoned hunter, and operate as a unit to take down a dragon. Success in such an event meant the participants were regarded as adults of the Tribe from that point on, and marked according to their station in the attack. Front-line warriors bore the crimson marks of claws, tribal markings around the eyes, an 'x', or a series of lines and dots along the cheeks and over the eyes, while those gifted in the ancient magical arts were marked with tribal barring along the forehead and cheeks, a solid band across the eyes, a half-mask or a full mask over the face of the same crimson warpaint. Within the Tribe, the paint traditionally incorporated blood from the target creature and doubled as a scent-masking agent for future hunts.

Individuals lacking the warpaint, or those preferring cosmetics or vanity tattoos instead are considered immature, or are failed warriors who have since opted to become part of the common breeding stock. Females in the latter state are few, as Nunhs prefer strong women of good stock to continue the Condor lineage. Likewise, males seek to earn their warpaint, else they stand no chance at claiming a female, and forfeit their rights to ever challenge for title of Nunh.

Within the Condor Tribe of Dravania, there is one other coveted position: Tribe Elder. Again, only those who have earned their warpaint may ever be considered for this noble position. There may be as many as five Elders at any given time, though due to harsh circumstance, oftentimes only one or two survive to fill their station. Along with the warpaint, any hopefuls seeking to become Tribe Elder must also exhibit honor, duty to their Tribe, garner and give respect to those who earn it, and they must undertake a journey to bring back knowledge to help the Tribe. Elders are typically chosen from wizened tias and female warriors past their kit bearing-age. Occasionally, someone from a younger generation is considered for the position, but to take on the Elder status early means surrendering rights to the Nunh for females, and giving up the right to challenge for Nunh for tias. Elders act as a counsel for civil issues, they guide and teach young Condors as well as oversee the Coming of Age rituals leading up to and after a dragon hunt, they advise the Nunh, and consider opportunities for improving the Tribe's overall condition and well-being.

Along with the tell-tale dark skin and hair, light eyes, and facial warpaint, other common characteristics that set Dravanian Condor Tribe members apart from other Miqo'te are their thickly-furred tails and slightly-larger build, traits that have developed over time as a survival mechanism for the harsh northern terrain. To speak with a Dravanian Condor reveals another distinguishing factor; they all speak with a moderate to heavily accented voice, similar to common Russian. Depending on their exposure to South-land dialects, this accent may be slightly faded, and their usage of 'common' terms better than those who have little to no experience listening to the speech of the city-states.

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Red Crow

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[[File:Red_avatar_pic.png|thumb|right|Red Crow, before the Facets incident]]

===General:===

Red Crow, or 'Red', as her friends know her, came from a small family of Hellsguard Roegadyn. True to their name, their job consisted of guarding one of the several volcanoes in the Thanalan region. After losing her parents to an Amalj'aa raiding party, and her older brother at Cartaneau, she spent a few years wandering the wilds before the search for her brother led her to Ul'dah.

Red's 'backwoods' ways are most evident when in refined company. Though she has grown more accustomed to civilized life, it took her some time to acclimate. Things as simple as titles of respect, such as 'Miss', confounded her, until it was explained that her friends were not confusing her for some other Roegadyn named 'Miss Crow', they were just being polite. Her naivete showed in other affairs, such as her adventures at a 'gala', which she mistook for a physical challenge, and the proper way to drink tea. Some found her innocence endearing, but it was not to last.

Shortly after arriving in Ul'dah, Red made contacts with a group known as the Facets of Eorzea. Though their mission was noble, there were many issues plaguing the group. From sabotaged link pearls to Imperial threats, Red stood with the Facets against their enemies, until the day the group welcomed one of the enemy into their fold. She pleaded with them to banish the known Imperial spy, who had been directly responsible for the harassment, assault, kidnapping, and attempted murder of several Facets, and who had acted with a small squad of Imperials to destroy the Facets' base in Summerford, La Noscea. Despite the overwhelming proof against the Imperial woman, the Facets chose to ignore Red. It was a harsh blow to the young warrior, and she cut ties with the group, leaving one last warning behind: "I can't protect you when you're dumb enough to not only let the enemy in the door, but make a bed for her, too."

Disillusioned and questioning herself, she went back to scouring the wilds for any trace of her brother's whereabouts. Rumors led her all over Eorzea, from the deserts of Thanalan to the sunken temple of Wanderer's Palace, all the way to Mhor Dhona. Only recently, has she been sighted once more among the numbers of Eorzean citizenry, though something seems to have changed about her.

===Appearance:===

Red is anything but dainty. Just over seven fulms tall, she fit right in with the rest of her family, who were likewise gifted with impressive height, but this same trait makes her stick out like a sore thumb in typical Eorzean company. Mountain life made her tough and resilient to most weather conditions, save the blizzards of Coerthas, and blessed her with a permanent tan. With bright red hair kept at a short to medium length, she usually has it all tucked up under a helm of some sort anyway, so don't expect a particularly neat style or the latest fashion with this one. Her eyes are a very pale golden yellow, and in low light, appear to glow. All she knows is both she and her brother had their mother's eyes; she doubts there's any mystical reason behind their color.

Red is very much a tomboyish sort, and can normally be found in armor, or some type of work clothes with her massive battleaxe close at hand. Dresses and skirts make her uncomfortable; she'd much rather be in some dingy pair of pants, digging up ore or turning out bits of armor and jewelry. She does, however, have an appreciation for lipstick, her favorite color being some shade of berry.

Since her latest return from the wilds, Red's appearance has changed considerably. Her hair has darkened, more closely resembling her brother's, and the armor she now favors is a black set which she has refitted herself. Along with the remains of a scar running over her right eye, Red seems to have given up the one girlish habit she had back in Ul'dah: she no longer bothers with lipstick. The effect gives her a much more stern, significantly-less 'innocent' appearance.

[[File:Red; Mhor Dhona.png|thumb|Red Crow, after her return to civilization]]

===Behavior:===

Back when Red first came to Ul'dah, she seldom showed any emotional signs of the struggles she'd been through. She didn't hide the fact she'd lost her family though she didn't speak openly about it, and had no idea if her brother were alive or dead, but she'd tell anyone willing to listen, just in case someone might have seen or heard of a Roegadyn man fitting her brother's description. This sort of 'therapy' was normal to her, having come from a very open and honest family. Nothing really seemed to bother her, and she was seldom found to be in anything but a good mood. She could sympathize, or at least empathize, with anyone's plight, within reason (as the Facets incident later proved). Red's loyalty to her friends and compassionate nature were reinforced with aurochs-like stubbornness, and a drive to protect those in need of defending. Some of this changed after the ordeal with the Facets, though.

During her time in the wilds, Red sought to better understand herself. In particular, she wanted to know why her friends would disregard her over a known Imperial spy, and threat to the group. While she followed rumors of Cartaneau survivors, she underwent several challenges and experiences that made her reevaluate how she presented herself to others. She had been naive. She had been foolish and innocent, ignorant of the 'civilized' customs. No more. She found within herself a warrior's will and the power to back it.

She led excursions into dangerous territory, and fought until her people were safe. She began to make a name for herself, and with it came the respect she'd been lacking before. Now, when she gives an order, people listen, and their obedience is rewarded with victory. No longer does she act like some silly girl from the hill country. She is the last of her line. She is the bane of Primals, and the nightmare that haunts Imperial dreams. She is the warrior Red Crow.

===Retainer Files on Red Crow:===

''' 3rd Sun of the 5th Astral Moon, 7th Umbral Era

Personal Journal of Baenstymm Klynblaetsyn'''

Though it is not required, I have found it beneficial to maintain a record during my services as a retainer, not only to ensure the quality of my services, but for nostalgia’s sake as well. It seems adventurers are a short-lived sort these days, with this being my third assignment in twice as many years.

I currently find myself under contract with one Red Crow, a Hellsguard woman possessed of talents with both the sword and great axe. Though I am well-trained, there is always a certain degree of nervousness, for lack of a better term, I feel before the initial meeting with a new charge. I like to know all I can about a charge beforehand, so I may prevent awkward conversations or unwelcome questions. However, there is a noted lack of information on this charge.

She is preceded by a reputation laden with feats of heroism and bravery that rival those previously under my care. Her adventuring began in Ul’dah, where she trained as a gladiator. Her deeds gained her such notoriety that, in time, she gained favor with the Sultana and became the personal envoy of Flame General Raubahn Aldynn. It was during an assignment under the Flame General that she came to Limsa Lominsa, and there soon returned after her duty was complete to begin training as a marauder. Again, after a relatively short time here in Limsa, her deeds earned her an audience with Admiral Merylwyb Bloefhiswyn. Renowned for her expertise and unshakable determination, it was only a matter of time before others of similar skill and conscience sought her out.

Her deeds, from defending the helpless to recovering lost or stolen property, are numerous and indicate someone who cares for the common folk. Her victories, especially those earned despite facing insurmountable odds, cast her in a fearless light. However, I can find no record of a personal life. She has no permanent address, though she seems to prefer the inns of Ul’dah and Limsa Lominsa. None have heard her speak of a family, save a brother thought lost at Cartaneau.

Despite all she has accomplished, she seems a rather private individual. I can only hope Fate is more kind to her than It has been to those who have come before her. In the meantime, I shall do my utmost to fulfill my role as her retainer. My thoughts will have to wait; I am told she has arrived.

-Klynblaetsyn

'''4th Sun of the 5th Astral Moon, 7th Umbral Era

Personal Journal of Baenstymm Klynblaetsyn '''

The initial meeting with my new charge was… interesting. As is customary with the hiring of retainers, it is the charge’s prerogative to don their caretakers with a ‘nickname’. Many have suffered under this allowance, myself included. During this meeting, that minor concern was quickly erased. Apparently, Red Crow was told of this tradition, yet rather than address me with some silly or derogatory title, she simply asked me my name. I told her, and she gave a nod. I asked if another would please her more, knowing Seawolf names are sometimes hard to pronounce, but she shook her head, even laughed a little. She said my mother saw fit to give me such a name, and, as she put it, “I’ll be damned if I undermine the woman who birthed a beast like you.” I have to admit, I am rather large, even for a Roegadyn. Still, I find her candid demeanor somewhat amusing, if not even refreshing, after… well, I shall leave it at that.

We exchanged pleasantries, to an extent, and I quickly learned she does not like titles of any sort. I pride myself with providing the utmost in courteous service, so it is only natural that I address women with titles of ‘Miss’, ‘Lady’, or ‘Madam’. Red Crow would have none of this business, and insisted she does not know a ‘Miss Crow’, and she very seldom misses her mark. I laughed despite myself; I forget sometimes that the Hellsguard names are meant to describe and help merchants or employers remember a specific Hellsguard. As for ‘Lady Crow’ or ‘Madam Crow’, she made a face and shook her head fervently at either option, insisting yet again I address her as ‘Red’. Never have I had such an informal charge! Then again, I am beginning to believe Red is unlike the typical charges we retainers are trained to serve.

She does not quite know what to do with a retainer, I feel. Case in point, after our meeting, she turned to leave. As is my duty, I fell in step just slightly behind and to her right. Several times, she glanced back at me, each time her expression growing more curious. We were nearing the Drowned Wench when finally she spun around, brows furrowed and hands on her hips.

“The hells’re you followin’ me for?!” Oh gods, how I fought back the laughter! With some difficulty, I kept my composure and explained to her the duties of a retainer; how, if she wished it, I would tend to her market affairs for her, buying and selling items of interest, keeping her armor and weaponry clean and in good working order. And, in the event of her time spent in the city, if she should desire my presence simply for the company, I was obliged to comply. I must say, she’s not one to hide her emotions, for she quickly took on a look of bewilderment.

“What about your family? Things you wanna do? Godsdamn, you’ve got better things to do than babysit a grown woman!” Again, it took a significant amount of willpower to maintain my humor at her rough manner of speaking. I informed her that, as a retainer, it was my sole duty to see to her every need and comfort as long as she required. I explained that I was contractually-bound to remain within city limits, so while she is gone on duty, I remain behind. After her affairs are in order, then I may have time for my own needs. As for my family, I took the job as a Retainer in order to stay in the city and close to my elderly father. No sooner had I finished explaining than she gave a stern nod and crossed her arms over her chest.

“Then I want you to take the rest of the day and go see to your dad.” I was nearly speechless. I believe she took my surprise as preparation for an argument, because she pointed a finger at me and settled those pale, unblinking eyes on me. “If I need you for somethin’, I’ll ring that little bell in my inn room. Until then, get outta here.”

Never have I dealt with such a brash, rough-toned woman, but perhaps this is common for Hellsguards? Still, as unrefined as she may be, there is no denying she has a sense of honor about her. By her presentation, she commands respect, but she gives it as well. She can be stern, but she seems quick to smile and draw similar emotions from those around her.

I am very curious to see what becomes of Miss Red Crow.

-Klynblaetsyn

''' 9th Sun of the 5th Astral Moon, 7th Umbral Era

Personal Journal of Baenstymm Klynblaetsyn'''

It has been some time since I last documented my thoughts and recollections. Much has happened in a short while, and only now do I find time to gather my thoughts.

The morning of my second sun as Red Crow’s retainer began in a flurry. I arrived shortly after a summons to find her donned in full plate, her marauder’s axe across her back, and her hands busy packing a large backpack with various sundries. Naturally, I assumed she had called me to assist, though when I moved to do so, she stopped me with an upheld hand.

“I got this; just wanted to let you know I’m gonna be gone for a few suns on duty.”

I understood, and expected a list of duties of my own to see to in her stead, but Red just looked at me. I realized she must not understand, so I asked. She chuckled and shook her head, admitting she had forgotten she had ‘help’ for once and had already seen to business. I was growing concerned that if this pattern progressed, I would find myself either growing lazy and complacent in my duties, or she would release me altogether. Perhaps my concern showed on my face, for next I knew, she was holding out a handful of small stones to me.

“I forgot this, though. Hang onto these for me; keep ‘em safe for when I get back.” It was a small task, trivial at best, at least until I took the objects. I realized immediately they were materia. With that, she hefted her pack onto her shoulder and made for the door. She stopped suddenly; I thought perhaps she had changed her mind. What little I know of Red…

“You have a good visit with you dad?”

I informed her I had, though I was surprised by the question.

“He doin’ alright? Need anything, either of you, while I’m out? I should be in the Ul’dah area.”

I was, for lack of a better term, floored by her interest in our welfare. I suppose I wore such an expression, for she chuckled at me and nodded. She instructed me that, should I think of anything, to send a letter to the Ul’dahn adventurer’s guild, in the care of Mistress Momodi. With that, she left, leaving me standing dumbstruck in the middle of her room, holding a handful of materia.

For several suns, I busied myself with various odd-jobs and tasks. I secured Red’s materia as asked, saw that her room was well-tended for her return, then spent my remaining time with my father and seeing to my own business. With no idea when Red Crow would return, I kept myself busy the first few suns. However, I would be remiss if I did not admit to growing concern when, by the fourth moon, I had neither seen nor heard anything from my charge.

Quite before dawn this morning, I finally received a summons. Regardless of the time, I rushed to the inn. I found Red’s door slightly ajar and, when I studied it further, noted what appeared to be a strap from her pack was blocking the door’s closure. Fearful of the state in which I might find her, I knocked gently, but received no reply. This only heightened my concern, and I pushed the door open. She was collapsed across the bed and wrapped in bandages. Her armor, I found, was stacked neatly behind the door, and I realized then my summons had been accidental. It appeared that, as well as preventing the door from closing completely, her pack and slipped against the armor, shifting it just enough to knock the summoning bell from its pedestal nearby. Red must have been unconscious the moment she hit the bed, for the bell still lay on the floor by the doorway.

I thought to call for a healer, but quickly realized what I took to be bandaging was dirty, but not bloody. The wrappings seemed to be strategically placed, and I knew then they acted to protect against the heavy, chafing plate armor she wore. Seeing all was well, I pulled a cover over her and turned to leave. I was moving her pack away from the door when she spoke.

I stopped, thinking perhaps she had awoken, but when I turned back, she appeared to still be sleeping soundly. No sooner had I reached for the doorknob again, than once more she spoke, this time clearly.

“Can’t find sun. Come home. Help.”

Perhaps it was the early hour; maybe it was her exhaustion. But whatever the reason, Red Crow did not sound like herself. She sounded very much like a scared young girl, and I found it unsettling. I did not wish to wake her, only help her rest, so once more I made my way to her bedside, this time to tuck the sheet in around her. The furrow eased from her brow and with a sigh, she fell silent once more.

I have a feeling what I witnessed was a ghost of a very private memory. Red has yet to speak of a family of her own, living or otherwise. I find myself speculating on her sleep-speaking; was she lost from them? Stolen away? Perhaps the latter, considering whatever dream or nightmare she was trapped in, was apparently very dark. Then again, maybe it’s only a dream her tired mind conjured. It’s none of my business, I know, but I can’t help but wonder.

-Klynblaetsyn

''' 11th Sun of the 5th Astral Moon, 7th Umbral Era

Private Journal of Baenstymm Klynblaetsyn'''

After a full sun of rest, Red Crow finally regained consciousness. I cannot say exactly when she awoke, only that she summoned me (on purpose this time) around mid-morning today. I arrived at her quarters to find her bathed and clad in traditional Hellsguard clothing, looking much more lively than when last I’d seen her. She seemed in good spirits, calling me in shortly after I knocked at her door.

She was sitting at the small table, tending her armor and weapon. She gestured to a nearby seat and began asking about what she’d missed in Limsa Lominsa while she was away. I picked up a gauntlet and began cleaning it with a rag from a pile on the table while I informed her of the day-to-day business in the city. Before I could finish the one glove, another knock came at the door. I discovered Red had ordered room service. I could hardly refrain from casting her a look of disapproval; after all, I could easily have gone out to procure provisions for her had she but asked.

She chuckled and motioned to the seat again, and informed me my duty today was that of ‘company’. I agreed and took my seat once again, after the inn’s help left the room. As I picked the gauntlet back up, I caught Red giving me a curious look. I informed her that I could tend armor and keep company simultaneously, and at that she laughed, but nodded. I have come to realize that, left to her own devices, Red would have little use for a retainer, therefor I must make my own work to stay useful.

No sooner had I set back to work, than she surprised me yet again by pushing a plate of food in front of me, then began gathering items onto a second dish. I politely declined the offer, but she would hear nothing of it. She insisted with, “I don’t eat in front of people, and I don’t talk to the back of anybody’s head, so eat the damn food already. I ordered enough for an army, anyway.” I could hardly argue with such eloquence.

So passed our late morning, cleaning, chatting, and discussing various topics between bites of food. I had earlier considered asking her about the dream, but there seemed to be no traces of its phantasm left, so I opted to let it go. It’s not my place to pry, anyhow. She did, however, volunteer several tales from her recent adventure, and while her stories were interesting, to say the least, one in particular stood out. Apparently, Red had received an invitation, along with –many- others, to a gala event. I could only imagine her storming the gates in bloodied armor, her axe dripping gore from a recent battle, all while people dressed in the latest finery looked on, appalled! She surprised me when she said she’d actually ‘cleaned up’ before she went. I learned soon after, that meant a quick dip in a stream and the donning of the very clothing she currently wore, no doubt wrinkled at the time from suns stuffed in a pack. She admitted she had no idea what to expect, but soon learned a ‘gala’ is a line-standing event, to see who can wait the longest. The ‘winners’ then get ushered into a building and packed in until the floors groan in protest, again culling the ‘weak-willed’. Those who stick it out, are rewarded with a table, food, and company of a few decent people. I cannot say if there were other notes of interest, for by this time, I was laughing so hard, I could scarcely catch my breath! When she admitted defeat at the ‘hands of the gala’ when dancing was expected, my eyes streamed with laughter! I know she simply does not know of these civilized activities, but her tale… it was as if she had gone in search of a glorious quest, rather than a social gathering!

After a few moments to compose myself, and a few more spent in comfortable silence, we returned to cleaning the armor. I paused a moment to ask a question of her gala experience to find her fixated on one particular segment of her chest plate. The humor had vanished from her countenance, in its place an expression I was unfamiliar with. Though her brow remained smooth, and no frown distorted her lips, she had gained an unsettling glare directed at something caught between two of the segments in the armor. She was eerily still, sitting perfectly motionless, not even a blink of an eye to belie the life in her. Only one hand moved as she pulled free a strip of what appeared to be dull, black leather. With that death-stare still on the object, she bound it in one of the cleaning cloths, then resumed her business with her armor. For a moment, I sat in wary silence, looking between the small bundle and Red. Was it my place to ask?

I was thinking how best to approach what must be a delicate situation when she spoke. “Amalj’aa.” I felt my eyes widen and my gaze immediately fell back to the cloth.

“If I’m close to one of their territories, I make a special trip, just for them.” She couldn’t mean that was a –piece- of one? The question must have been written on my face, for she looked up at me and gave a nod. “If I find an encampment, I clear it. I keep an eye on ‘em, ‘cuz they’re known for reusin’ old camps from time to time. That, though,” she nods to the bundle, “that’s gonna get burnt. I don’t keep trophies, if that’s what you’re wonderin’. But I don’t spare them any neat, tidy little cuts either. Pieces fly off sometimes. Looks like that one just stuck with me.”

I know there is no love lost between citizens of Thanalan and the Amalj’aa, but Red seemed to harbor a particularly violent hatred of the beastmen. My mind churned with unasked questions. Perhaps she feared what I was thinking, for she spoke again.

“Few years back, a group of those bastards came through my family’s place. It was just me and my parents; my older brother, Killing Sun, had gotten involved with the war and was supposedly stationed nearby. Near Cartaneu.” While she talked, she kept her attention on her armor, her face that same, strange blank expression as when she’d liberated the beastman offal from her armor. “We knew they were comin’, and that there were a –lot- of ‘em. My parents sent me out to look for Sun. I know now it was just to protect me. There’s no way I could’ve got to him and made it back in time.”

She reached for an oilcloth and gave a quiet sigh. “Never did find Sun. Wasn’t anything left worth savin’ when I made it back home, except for my cookpot.” She nodded near the door, where she had stacked her armor upon her return. There, tied to her pack, was a medium-sized black iron pot with a lid and ladle secured in place. I looked back to her, just in time to see the first sign of that unsettling expression finally breaking. A faint twitch at the corner of her mouth gave way to a soft smirk, “I’m terrible with it, but it’s alright. Thing’s enchanted. Put it over a fire, and nothin’ll bother your camp all night.”

I only smiled in return. What do you say after hearing something like that? An apology doesn’t seem appropriate. Instead, we just let silence settle in around us once more, and we returned to cleaning the last of her armor. We spoke later on, just idle chat. I let her guide the talk, and avoided any questions that might stir up those hurtful memories.

After learning about this, I can’t help but feel some degree of guilt for overhearing her speaking in her sleep. I also feel sorry for her, the poor girl left to fend for herself in the wake of war and violence. I imagine this is why she avoids speaking of her past. Red doesn’t seem to feel sorry for herself, and I believe she doesn’t want others feeling sorry for her either. Perhaps I should tell her how I found her that night?

-Klynblaetsyn

===Random Red Crow Facts:===

* True to Hellsguard beliefs, Red is wary of alchemists. However, she's a little more tolerant of them, after learning they make healing potions, which she likes.

* Red believes her cookpot is magic. "Put it over a campfire, and nothin'll bother your camp all night!" she boasts. Little does she know, it's not the cookpot, but the horrible smells coming from it that drive would-be predators away.

* Red was named by her older brother, Killing Sun. "Red" came from her fiery red hair, which resembled their mother's. "Crow" came from her habit of mimicking him when she was small. Rather than annoying him, he found ways to make it a game between them, thus strengthening their sibling bond.

* Despite her new-found confidence as a warrior, Red is still stricken with bouts of shyness in social situations, especially around flirtatious men. She tries -really- hard to hide it.

* Red hates to dance. She also hates wearing skirts or dresses, though that's not to say she doesn't look good in them.

* Red has an irrational fear of things in her navel. She's somehow convinced herself that something in or near her belly button is going for her intestines. She tries to keep it covered -at all times-.

* The Black armor she rebuilt and refitted for herself was once her brother's. It is all she found of him after years of searching. According to Ul'dahn records, he fell at Cartaneau. The armor was a pet project he'd been working on since before he left home.

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Devilish Sarracenia

2014-03-07T00:28:32Z

RedCrow13:

Red Crow

2014-03-02T05:52:07Z

RedCrow13:

[[File:Red_avatar_pic.png|thumb|right|Red Crow, before the Facets incident]]

===General:===

Red Crow, or 'Red', as her friends know her, came from a small family of Hellsguard Roegadyn. True to their name, their job consisted of guarding one of the several volcanoes in the Thanalan region. After losing her parents to an Amalj'aa raiding party, and her older brother at Cartaneau, she spent a few years wandering the wilds before the search for her brother led her to Ul'dah.

Red's 'backwoods' ways are most evident when in refined company. Though she has grown more accustomed to civilized life, it took her some time to acclimate. Things as simple as titles of respect, such as 'Miss', confounded her, until it was explained that her friends were not confusing her for some other Roegadyn named 'Miss Crow', they were just being polite. Her naivete showed in other affairs, such as her adventures at a 'gala', which she mistook for a physical challenge, and the proper way to drink tea. Some found her innocence endearing, but it was not to last.

Shortly after arriving in Ul'dah, Red made contacts with a group known as the Facets of Eorzea. Though their mission was noble, there were many issues plaguing the group. From sabotaged link pearls to Imperial threats, Red stood with the Facets against their enemies, until the day the group welcomed one of the enemy into their fold. She pleaded with them to banish the known Imperial spy, who had been directly responsible for the harassment, assault, kidnapping, and attempted murder of several Facets, and who had acted with a small squad of Imperials to destroy the Facets' base in Summerford, La Noscea. Despite the overwhelming proof against the Imperial woman, the Facets chose to ignore Red. It was a harsh blow to the young warrior, and she cut ties with the group, leaving one last warning behind: "I can't protect you when you're dumb enough to not only let the enemy in the door, but make a bed for her, too."

Disillusioned and questioning herself, she went back to scouring the wilds for any trace of her brother's whereabouts. Rumors led her all over Eorzea, from the deserts of Thanalan to the sunken temple of Wanderer's Palace, all the way to Mhor Dhona. Only recently, has she been sighted once more among the numbers of Eorzean citizenry, though something seems to have changed about her.

===Appearance:===

Red is anything but dainty. Just over seven fulms tall, she fit right in with the rest of her family, who were likewise gifted with impressive height, but this same trait makes her stick out like a sore thumb in typical Eorzean company. Mountain life made her tough and resilient to most weather conditions, save the blizzards of Coerthas, and blessed her with a permanent tan. With bright red hair kept at a short to medium length, she usually has it all tucked up under a helm of some sort anyway, so don't expect a particularly neat style or the latest fashion with this one. Her eyes are a very pale golden yellow, and in low light, appear to glow. All she knows is both she and her brother had their mother's eyes; she doubts there's any mystical reason behind their color.

Red is very much a tomboyish sort, and can normally be found in armor, or some type of work clothes with her massive battleaxe close at hand. Dresses and skirts make her uncomfortable; she'd much rather be in some dingy pair of pants, digging up ore or turning out bits of armor and jewelry. She does, however, have an appreciation for lipstick, her favorite color being some shade of berry.

Since her latest return from the wilds, Red's appearance has changed considerably. Her hair has darkened, more closely resembling her brother's, and the armor she now favors is a black set which she has refitted herself. Along with the remains of a scar running over her right eye, Red seems to have given up the one girlish habit she had back in Ul'dah: she no longer bothers with lipstick. The effect gives her a much more stern, significantly-less 'innocent' appearance.

[[File:Red; Mhor Dhona.png|thumb|Red Crow, after her return to civilization]]

===Behavior:===

Back when Red first came to Ul'dah, she seldom showed any emotional signs of the struggles she'd been through. She didn't hide the fact she'd lost her family though she didn't speak openly about it, and had no idea if her brother were alive or dead, but she'd tell anyone willing to listen, just in case someone might have seen or heard of a Roegadyn man fitting her brother's description. This sort of 'therapy' was normal to her, having come from a very open and honest family. Nothing really seemed to bother her, and she was seldom found to be in anything but a good mood. She could sympathize, or at least empathize, with anyone's plight, within reason (as the Facets incident later proved). Red's loyalty to her friends and compassionate nature were reinforced with aurochs-like stubbornness, and a drive to protect those in need of defending. Some of this changed after the ordeal with the Facets, though.

During her time in the wilds, Red sought to better understand herself. In particular, she wanted to know why her friends would disregard her over a known Imperial spy, and threat to the group. While she followed rumors of Cartaneau survivors, she underwent several challenges and experiences that made her reevaluate how she presented herself to others. She had been naive. She had been foolish and innocent, ignorant of the 'civilized' customs. No more. She found within herself a warrior's will and the power to back it.

She led excursions into dangerous territory, and fought until her people were safe. She began to make a name for herself, and with it came the respect she'd been lacking before. Now, when she gives an order, people listen, and their obedience is rewarded with victory. No longer does she act like some silly girl from the hill country. She is the last of her line. She is the bane of Primals, and the nightmare that haunts Imperial dreams. She is the warrior Red Crow.

===Retainer Files on Red Crow:===

''' 3rd Sun of the 5th Astral Moon, 7th Umbral Era

Personal Journal of Baenstymm Klynblaetsyn'''

Though it is not required, I have found it beneficial to maintain a record during my services as a retainer, not only to ensure the quality of my services, but for nostalgia’s sake as well. It seems adventurers are a short-lived sort these days, with this being my third assignment in twice as many years.

I currently find myself under contract with one Red Crow, a Hellsguard woman possessed of talents with both the sword and great axe. Though I am well-trained, there is always a certain degree of nervousness, for lack of a better term, I feel before the initial meeting with a new charge. I like to know all I can about a charge beforehand, so I may prevent awkward conversations or unwelcome questions. However, there is a noted lack of information on this charge.

She is preceded by a reputation laden with feats of heroism and bravery that rival those previously under my care. Her adventuring began in Ul’dah, where she trained as a gladiator. Her deeds gained her such notoriety that, in time, she gained favor with the Sultana and became the personal envoy of Flame General Raubahn Aldynn. It was during an assignment under the Flame General that she came to Limsa Lominsa, and there soon returned after her duty was complete to begin training as a marauder. Again, after a relatively short time here in Limsa, her deeds earned her an audience with Admiral Merylwyb Bloefhiswyn. Renowned for her expertise and unshakable determination, it was only a matter of time before others of similar skill and conscience sought her out.

Her deeds, from defending the helpless to recovering lost or stolen property, are numerous and indicate someone who cares for the common folk. Her victories, especially those earned despite facing insurmountable odds, cast her in a fearless light. However, I can find no record of a personal life. She has no permanent address, though she seems to prefer the inns of Ul’dah and Limsa Lominsa. None have heard her speak of a family, save a brother thought lost at Cartaneau.

Despite all she has accomplished, she seems a rather private individual. I can only hope Fate is more kind to her than It has been to those who have come before her. In the meantime, I shall do my utmost to fulfill my role as her retainer. My thoughts will have to wait; I am told she has arrived.

-Klynblaetsyn

'''4th Sun of the 5th Astral Moon, 7th Umbral Era

Personal Journal of Baenstymm Klynblaetsyn '''

The initial meeting with my new charge was… interesting. As is customary with the hiring of retainers, it is the charge’s prerogative to don their caretakers with a ‘nickname’. Many have suffered under this allowance, myself included. During this meeting, that minor concern was quickly erased. Apparently, Red Crow was told of this tradition, yet rather than address me with some silly or derogatory title, she simply asked me my name. I told her, and she gave a nod. I asked if another would please her more, knowing Seawolf names are sometimes hard to pronounce, but she shook her head, even laughed a little. She said my mother saw fit to give me such a name, and, as she put it, “I’ll be damned if I undermine the woman who birthed a beast like you.” I have to admit, I am rather large, even for a Roegadyn. Still, I find her candid demeanor somewhat amusing, if not even refreshing, after… well, I shall leave it at that.

We exchanged pleasantries, to an extent, and I quickly learned she does not like titles of any sort. I pride myself with providing the utmost in courteous service, so it is only natural that I address women with titles of ‘Miss’, ‘Lady’, or ‘Madam’. Red Crow would have none of this business, and insisted she does not know a ‘Miss Crow’, and she very seldom misses her mark. I laughed despite myself; I forget sometimes that the Hellsguard names are meant to describe and help merchants or employers remember a specific Hellsguard. As for ‘Lady Crow’ or ‘Madam Crow’, she made a face and shook her head fervently at either option, insisting yet again I address her as ‘Red’. Never have I had such an informal charge! Then again, I am beginning to believe Red is unlike the typical charges we retainers are trained to serve.

She does not quite know what to do with a retainer, I feel. Case in point, after our meeting, she turned to leave. As is my duty, I fell in step just slightly behind and to her right. Several times, she glanced back at me, each time her expression growing more curious. We were nearing the Drowned Wench when finally she spun around, brows furrowed and hands on her hips.

“The hells’re you followin’ me for?!” Oh gods, how I fought back the laughter! With some difficulty, I kept my composure and explained to her the duties of a retainer; how, if she wished it, I would tend to her market affairs for her, buying and selling items of interest, keeping her armor and weaponry clean and in good working order. And, in the event of her time spent in the city, if she should desire my presence simply for the company, I was obliged to comply. I must say, she’s not one to hide her emotions, for she quickly took on a look of bewilderment.

“What about your family? Things you wanna do? Godsdamn, you’ve got better things to do than babysit a grown woman!” Again, it took a significant amount of willpower to maintain my humor at her rough manner of speaking. I informed her that, as a retainer, it was my sole duty to see to her every need and comfort as long as she required. I explained that I was contractually-bound to remain within city limits, so while she is gone on duty, I remain behind. After her affairs are in order, then I may have time for my own needs. As for my family, I took the job as a Retainer in order to stay in the city and close to my elderly father. No sooner had I finished explaining than she gave a stern nod and crossed her arms over her chest.

“Then I want you to take the rest of the day and go see to your dad.” I was nearly speechless. I believe she took my surprise as preparation for an argument, because she pointed a finger at me and settled those pale, unblinking eyes on me. “If I need you for somethin’, I’ll ring that little bell in my inn room. Until then, get outta here.”

Never have I dealt with such a brash, rough-toned woman, but perhaps this is common for Hellsguards? Still, as unrefined as she may be, there is no denying she has a sense of honor about her. By her presentation, she commands respect, but she gives it as well. She can be stern, but she seems quick to smile and draw similar emotions from those around her.

I am very curious to see what becomes of Miss Red Crow.

-Klynblaetsyn

''' 9th Sun of the 5th Astral Moon, 7th Umbral Era

Personal Journal of Baenstymm Klynblaetsyn'''

It has been some time since I last documented my thoughts and recollections. Much has happened in a short while, and only now do I find time to gather my thoughts.

The morning of my second sun as Red Crow’s retainer began in a flurry. I arrived shortly after a summons to find her donned in full plate, her marauder’s axe across her back, and her hands busy packing a large backpack with various sundries. Naturally, I assumed she had called me to assist, though when I moved to do so, she stopped me with an upheld hand.

“I got this; just wanted to let you know I’m gonna be gone for a few suns on duty.”

I understood, and expected a list of duties of my own to see to in her stead, but Red just looked at me. I realized she must not understand, so I asked. She chuckled and shook her head, admitting she had forgotten she had ‘help’ for once and had already seen to business. I was growing concerned that if this pattern progressed, I would find myself either growing lazy and complacent in my duties, or she would release me altogether. Perhaps my concern showed on my face, for next I knew, she was holding out a handful of small stones to me.

“I forgot this, though. Hang onto these for me; keep ‘em safe for when I get back.” It was a small task, trivial at best, at least until I took the objects. I realized immediately they were materia. With that, she hefted her pack onto her shoulder and made for the door. She stopped suddenly; I thought perhaps she had changed her mind. What little I know of Red…

“You have a good visit with you dad?”

I informed her I had, though I was surprised by the question.

“He doin’ alright? Need anything, either of you, while I’m out? I should be in the Ul’dah area.”

I was, for lack of a better term, floored by her interest in our welfare. I suppose I wore such an expression, for she chuckled at me and nodded. She instructed me that, should I think of anything, to send a letter to the Ul’dahn adventurer’s guild, in the care of Mistress Momodi. With that, she left, leaving me standing dumbstruck in the middle of her room, holding a handful of materia.

For several suns, I busied myself with various odd-jobs and tasks. I secured Red’s materia as asked, saw that her room was well-tended for her return, then spent my remaining time with my father and seeing to my own business. With no idea when Red Crow would return, I kept myself busy the first few suns. However, I would be remiss if I did not admit to growing concern when, by the fourth moon, I had neither seen nor heard anything from my charge.

Quite before dawn this morning, I finally received a summons. Regardless of the time, I rushed to the inn. I found Red’s door slightly ajar and, when I studied it further, noted what appeared to be a strap from her pack was blocking the door’s closure. Fearful of the state in which I might find her, I knocked gently, but received no reply. This only heightened my concern, and I pushed the door open. She was collapsed across the bed and wrapped in bandages. Her armor, I found, was stacked neatly behind the door, and I realized then my summons had been accidental. It appeared that, as well as preventing the door from closing completely, her pack and slipped against the armor, shifting it just enough to knock the summoning bell from its pedestal nearby. Red must have been unconscious the moment she hit the bed, for the bell still lay on the floor by the doorway.

I thought to call for a healer, but quickly realized what I took to be bandaging was dirty, but not bloody. The wrappings seemed to be strategically placed, and I knew then they acted to protect against the heavy, chafing plate armor she wore. Seeing all was well, I pulled a cover over her and turned to leave. I was moving her pack away from the door when she spoke.

I stopped, thinking perhaps she had awoken, but when I turned back, she appeared to still be sleeping soundly. No sooner had I reached for the doorknob again, than once more she spoke, this time clearly.

“Can’t find sun. Come home. Help.”

Perhaps it was the early hour; maybe it was her exhaustion. But whatever the reason, Red Crow did not sound like herself. She sounded very much like a scared young girl, and I found it unsettling. I did not wish to wake her, only help her rest, so once more I made my way to her bedside, this time to tuck the sheet in around her. The furrow eased from her brow and with a sigh, she fell silent once more.

I have a feeling what I witnessed was a ghost of a very private memory. Red has yet to speak of a family of her own, living or otherwise. I find myself speculating on her sleep-speaking; was she lost from them? Stolen away? Perhaps the latter, considering whatever dream or nightmare she was trapped in, was apparently very dark. Then again, maybe it’s only a dream her tired mind conjured. It’s none of my business, I know, but I can’t help but wonder.

-Klynblaetsyn

''' 11th Sun of the 5th Astral Moon, 7th Umbral Era

Private Journal of Baenstymm Klynblaetsyn'''

After a full sun of rest, Red Crow finally regained consciousness. I cannot say exactly when she awoke, only that she summoned me (on purpose this time) around mid-morning today. I arrived at her quarters to find her bathed and clad in traditional Hellsguard clothing, looking much more lively than when last I’d seen her. She seemed in good spirits, calling me in shortly after I knocked at her door.

She was sitting at the small table, tending her armor and weapon. She gestured to a nearby seat and began asking about what she’d missed in Limsa Lominsa while she was away. I picked up a gauntlet and began cleaning it with a rag from a pile on the table while I informed her of the day-to-day business in the city. Before I could finish the one glove, another knock came at the door. I discovered Red had ordered room service. I could hardly refrain from casting her a look of disapproval; after all, I could easily have gone out to procure provisions for her had she but asked.

She chuckled and motioned to the seat again, and informed me my duty today was that of ‘company’. I agreed and took my seat once again, after the inn’s help left the room. As I picked the gauntlet back up, I caught Red giving me a curious look. I informed her that I could tend armor and keep company simultaneously, and at that she laughed, but nodded. I have come to realize that, left to her own devices, Red would have little use for a retainer, therefor I must make my own work to stay useful.

No sooner had I set back to work, than she surprised me yet again by pushing a plate of food in front of me, then began gathering items onto a second dish. I politely declined the offer, but she would hear nothing of it. She insisted with, “I don’t eat in front of people, and I don’t talk to the back of anybody’s head, so eat the damn food already. I ordered enough for an army, anyway.” I could hardly argue with such eloquence.

So passed our late morning, cleaning, chatting, and discussing various topics between bites of food. I had earlier considered asking her about the dream, but there seemed to be no traces of its phantasm left, so I opted to let it go. It’s not my place to pry, anyhow. She did, however, volunteer several tales from her recent adventure, and while her stories were interesting, to say the least, one in particular stood out. Apparently, Red had received an invitation, along with –many- others, to a gala event. I could only imagine her storming the gates in bloodied armor, her axe dripping gore from a recent battle, all while people dressed in the latest finery looked on, appalled! She surprised me when she said she’d actually ‘cleaned up’ before she went. I learned soon after, that meant a quick dip in a stream and the donning of the very clothing she currently wore, no doubt wrinkled at the time from suns stuffed in a pack. She admitted she had no idea what to expect, but soon learned a ‘gala’ is a line-standing event, to see who can wait the longest. The ‘winners’ then get ushered into a building and packed in until the floors groan in protest, again culling the ‘weak-willed’. Those who stick it out, are rewarded with a table, food, and company of a few decent people. I cannot say if there were other notes of interest, for by this time, I was laughing so hard, I could scarcely catch my breath! When she admitted defeat at the ‘hands of the gala’ when dancing was expected, my eyes streamed with laughter! I know she simply does not know of these civilized activities, but her tale… it was as if she had gone in search of a glorious quest, rather than a social gathering!

After a few moments to compose myself, and a few more spent in comfortable silence, we returned to cleaning the armor. I paused a moment to ask a question of her gala experience to find her fixated on one particular segment of her chest plate. The humor had vanished from her countenance, in its place an expression I was unfamiliar with. Though her brow remained smooth, and no frown distorted her lips, she had gained an unsettling glare directed at something caught between two of the segments in the armor. She was eerily still, sitting perfectly motionless, not even a blink of an eye to belie the life in her. Only one hand moved as she pulled free a strip of what appeared to be dull, black leather. With that death-stare still on the object, she bound it in one of the cleaning cloths, then resumed her business with her armor. For a moment, I sat in wary silence, looking between the small bundle and Red. Was it my place to ask?

I was thinking how best to approach what must be a delicate situation when she spoke. “Amalj’aa.” I felt my eyes widen and my gaze immediately fell back to the cloth.

“If I’m close to one of their territories, I make a special trip, just for them.” She couldn’t mean that was a –piece- of one? The question must have been written on my face, for she looked up at me and gave a nod. “If I find an encampment, I clear it. I keep an eye on ‘em, ‘cuz they’re known for reusin’ old camps from time to time. That, though,” she nods to the bundle, “that’s gonna get burnt. I don’t keep trophies, if that’s what you’re wonderin’. But I don’t spare them any neat, tidy little cuts either. Pieces fly off sometimes. Looks like that one just stuck with me.”

I know there is no love lost between citizens of Thanalan and the Amalj’aa, but Red seemed to harbor a particularly violent hatred of the beastmen. My mind churned with unasked questions. Perhaps she feared what I was thinking, for she spoke again.

“Few years back, a group of those bastards came through my family’s place. It was just me and my parents; my older brother, Killing Sun, had gotten involved with the war and was supposedly stationed nearby. Near Cartaneu.” While she talked, she kept her attention on her armor, her face that same, strange blank expression as when she’d liberated the beastman offal from her armor. “We knew they were comin’, and that there were a –lot- of ‘em. My parents sent me out to look for Sun. I know now it was just to protect me. There’s no way I could’ve got to him and made it back in time.”

She reached for an oilcloth and gave a quiet sigh. “Never did find Sun. Wasn’t anything left worth savin’ when I made it back home, except for my cookpot.” She nodded near the door, where she had stacked her armor upon her return. There, tied to her pack, was a medium-sized black iron pot with a lid and ladle secured in place. I looked back to her, just in time to see the first sign of that unsettling expression finally breaking. A faint twitch at the corner of her mouth gave way to a soft smirk, “I’m terrible with it, but it’s alright. Thing’s enchanted. Put it over a fire, and nothin’ll bother your camp all night.”

I only smiled in return. What do you say after hearing something like that? An apology doesn’t seem appropriate. Instead, we just let silence settle in around us once more, and we returned to cleaning the last of her armor. We spoke later on, just idle chat. I let her guide the talk, and avoided any questions that might stir up those hurtful memories.

After learning about this, I can’t help but feel some degree of guilt for overhearing her speaking in her sleep. I also feel sorry for her, the poor girl left to fend for herself in the wake of war and violence. I imagine this is why she avoids speaking of her past. Red doesn’t seem to feel sorry for herself, and I believe she doesn’t want others feeling sorry for her either. Perhaps I should tell her how I found her that night?

-Klynblaetsyn

===Random Red Crow Facts:===

* True to Hellsguard beliefs, Red is wary of alchemists. However, she's a little more tolerant of them, after learning they make healing potions, which she likes.

* Red believes her cookpot is magic. "Put it over a campfire, and nothin'll bother your camp all night!" she boasts. Little does she know, it's not the cookpot, but the horrible smells coming from it that drive would-be predators away.

* Red was named by her older brother, Killing Sun. "Red" came from her fiery red hair, which resembled their mother's. "Crow" came from her habit of mimicking him when she was small. Rather than annoying him, he found ways to make it a game between them, thus strengthening their sibling bond.

* Despite her new-found confidence as a warrior, Red is still stricken with bouts of shyness in social situations, especially around flirtatious men. She tries -really- hard to hide it.

* Red hates to dance. She also hates wearing skirts or dresses, though that's not to say she doesn't look good in them.

* The Black armor she rebuilt and refitted for herself was once her brother's. It is all she found of him after years of searching. According to Ul'dahn records, he fell at Cartaneau. The armor was a pet project he'd been working on since before he left home.

[[category:Player Character]]

Red Crow

2014-03-02T05:51:52Z

RedCrow13: /* General: */

==Red Crow== [[File:Red_avatar_pic.png|thumb|right|Red Crow, before the Facets incident]]

===General:===

Red Crow, or 'Red', as her friends know her, came from a small family of Hellsguard Roegadyn. True to their name, their job consisted of guarding one of the several volcanoes in the Thanalan region. After losing her parents to an Amalj'aa raiding party, and her older brother at Cartaneau, she spent a few years wandering the wilds before the search for her brother led her to Ul'dah.

Red's 'backwoods' ways are most evident when in refined company. Though she has grown more accustomed to civilized life, it took her some time to acclimate. Things as simple as titles of respect, such as 'Miss', confounded her, until it was explained that her friends were not confusing her for some other Roegadyn named 'Miss Crow', they were just being polite. Her naivete showed in other affairs, such as her adventures at a 'gala', which she mistook for a physical challenge, and the proper way to drink tea. Some found her innocence endearing, but it was not to last.

Shortly after arriving in Ul'dah, Red made contacts with a group known as the Facets of Eorzea. Though their mission was noble, there were many issues plaguing the group. From sabotaged link pearls to Imperial threats, Red stood with the Facets against their enemies, until the day the group welcomed one of the enemy into their fold. She pleaded with them to banish the known Imperial spy, who had been directly responsible for the harassment, assault, kidnapping, and attempted murder of several Facets, and who had acted with a small squad of Imperials to destroy the Facets' base in Summerford, La Noscea. Despite the overwhelming proof against the Imperial woman, the Facets chose to ignore Red. It was a harsh blow to the young warrior, and she cut ties with the group, leaving one last warning behind: "I can't protect you when you're dumb enough to not only let the enemy in the door, but make a bed for her, too."

Disillusioned and questioning herself, she went back to scouring the wilds for any trace of her brother's whereabouts. Rumors led her all over Eorzea, from the deserts of Thanalan to the sunken temple of Wanderer's Palace, all the way to Mhor Dhona. Only recently, has she been sighted once more among the numbers of Eorzean citizenry, though something seems to have changed about her.

===Appearance:===

Red is anything but dainty. Just over seven fulms tall, she fit right in with the rest of her family, who were likewise gifted with impressive height, but this same trait makes her stick out like a sore thumb in typical Eorzean company. Mountain life made her tough and resilient to most weather conditions, save the blizzards of Coerthas, and blessed her with a permanent tan. With bright red hair kept at a short to medium length, she usually has it all tucked up under a helm of some sort anyway, so don't expect a particularly neat style or the latest fashion with this one. Her eyes are a very pale golden yellow, and in low light, appear to glow. All she knows is both she and her brother had their mother's eyes; she doubts there's any mystical reason behind their color.

Red is very much a tomboyish sort, and can normally be found in armor, or some type of work clothes with her massive battleaxe close at hand. Dresses and skirts make her uncomfortable; she'd much rather be in some dingy pair of pants, digging up ore or turning out bits of armor and jewelry. She does, however, have an appreciation for lipstick, her favorite color being some shade of berry.

Since her latest return from the wilds, Red's appearance has changed considerably. Her hair has darkened, more closely resembling her brother's, and the armor she now favors is a black set which she has refitted herself. Along with the remains of a scar running over her right eye, Red seems to have given up the one girlish habit she had back in Ul'dah: she no longer bothers with lipstick. The effect gives her a much more stern, significantly-less 'innocent' appearance.

[[File:Red; Mhor Dhona.png|thumb|Red Crow, after her return to civilization]]

===Behavior:===

Back when Red first came to Ul'dah, she seldom showed any emotional signs of the struggles she'd been through. She didn't hide the fact she'd lost her family though she didn't speak openly about it, and had no idea if her brother were alive or dead, but she'd tell anyone willing to listen, just in case someone might have seen or heard of a Roegadyn man fitting her brother's description. This sort of 'therapy' was normal to her, having come from a very open and honest family. Nothing really seemed to bother her, and she was seldom found to be in anything but a good mood. She could sympathize, or at least empathize, with anyone's plight, within reason (as the Facets incident later proved). Red's loyalty to her friends and compassionate nature were reinforced with aurochs-like stubbornness, and a drive to protect those in need of defending. Some of this changed after the ordeal with the Facets, though.

During her time in the wilds, Red sought to better understand herself. In particular, she wanted to know why her friends would disregard her over a known Imperial spy, and threat to the group. While she followed rumors of Cartaneau survivors, she underwent several challenges and experiences that made her reevaluate how she presented herself to others. She had been naive. She had been foolish and innocent, ignorant of the 'civilized' customs. No more. She found within herself a warrior's will and the power to back it.

She led excursions into dangerous territory, and fought until her people were safe. She began to make a name for herself, and with it came the respect she'd been lacking before. Now, when she gives an order, people listen, and their obedience is rewarded with victory. No longer does she act like some silly girl from the hill country. She is the last of her line. She is the bane of Primals, and the nightmare that haunts Imperial dreams. She is the warrior Red Crow.

===Retainer Files on Red Crow:===

''' 3rd Sun of the 5th Astral Moon, 7th Umbral Era

Personal Journal of Baenstymm Klynblaetsyn'''

Though it is not required, I have found it beneficial to maintain a record during my services as a retainer, not only to ensure the quality of my services, but for nostalgia’s sake as well. It seems adventurers are a short-lived sort these days, with this being my third assignment in twice as many years.

I currently find myself under contract with one Red Crow, a Hellsguard woman possessed of talents with both the sword and great axe. Though I am well-trained, there is always a certain degree of nervousness, for lack of a better term, I feel before the initial meeting with a new charge. I like to know all I can about a charge beforehand, so I may prevent awkward conversations or unwelcome questions. However, there is a noted lack of information on this charge.

She is preceded by a reputation laden with feats of heroism and bravery that rival those previously under my care. Her adventuring began in Ul’dah, where she trained as a gladiator. Her deeds gained her such notoriety that, in time, she gained favor with the Sultana and became the personal envoy of Flame General Raubahn Aldynn. It was during an assignment under the Flame General that she came to Limsa Lominsa, and there soon returned after her duty was complete to begin training as a marauder. Again, after a relatively short time here in Limsa, her deeds earned her an audience with Admiral Merylwyb Bloefhiswyn. Renowned for her expertise and unshakable determination, it was only a matter of time before others of similar skill and conscience sought her out.

Her deeds, from defending the helpless to recovering lost or stolen property, are numerous and indicate someone who cares for the common folk. Her victories, especially those earned despite facing insurmountable odds, cast her in a fearless light. However, I can find no record of a personal life. She has no permanent address, though she seems to prefer the inns of Ul’dah and Limsa Lominsa. None have heard her speak of a family, save a brother thought lost at Cartaneau.

Despite all she has accomplished, she seems a rather private individual. I can only hope Fate is more kind to her than It has been to those who have come before her. In the meantime, I shall do my utmost to fulfill my role as her retainer. My thoughts will have to wait; I am told she has arrived.

-Klynblaetsyn

'''4th Sun of the 5th Astral Moon, 7th Umbral Era

Personal Journal of Baenstymm Klynblaetsyn '''

The initial meeting with my new charge was… interesting. As is customary with the hiring of retainers, it is the charge’s prerogative to don their caretakers with a ‘nickname’. Many have suffered under this allowance, myself included. During this meeting, that minor concern was quickly erased. Apparently, Red Crow was told of this tradition, yet rather than address me with some silly or derogatory title, she simply asked me my name. I told her, and she gave a nod. I asked if another would please her more, knowing Seawolf names are sometimes hard to pronounce, but she shook her head, even laughed a little. She said my mother saw fit to give me such a name, and, as she put it, “I’ll be damned if I undermine the woman who birthed a beast like you.” I have to admit, I am rather large, even for a Roegadyn. Still, I find her candid demeanor somewhat amusing, if not even refreshing, after… well, I shall leave it at that.

We exchanged pleasantries, to an extent, and I quickly learned she does not like titles of any sort. I pride myself with providing the utmost in courteous service, so it is only natural that I address women with titles of ‘Miss’, ‘Lady’, or ‘Madam’. Red Crow would have none of this business, and insisted she does not know a ‘Miss Crow’, and she very seldom misses her mark. I laughed despite myself; I forget sometimes that the Hellsguard names are meant to describe and help merchants or employers remember a specific Hellsguard. As for ‘Lady Crow’ or ‘Madam Crow’, she made a face and shook her head fervently at either option, insisting yet again I address her as ‘Red’. Never have I had such an informal charge! Then again, I am beginning to believe Red is unlike the typical charges we retainers are trained to serve.

She does not quite know what to do with a retainer, I feel. Case in point, after our meeting, she turned to leave. As is my duty, I fell in step just slightly behind and to her right. Several times, she glanced back at me, each time her expression growing more curious. We were nearing the Drowned Wench when finally she spun around, brows furrowed and hands on her hips.

“The hells’re you followin’ me for?!” Oh gods, how I fought back the laughter! With some difficulty, I kept my composure and explained to her the duties of a retainer; how, if she wished it, I would tend to her market affairs for her, buying and selling items of interest, keeping her armor and weaponry clean and in good working order. And, in the event of her time spent in the city, if she should desire my presence simply for the company, I was obliged to comply. I must say, she’s not one to hide her emotions, for she quickly took on a look of bewilderment.

“What about your family? Things you wanna do? Godsdamn, you’ve got better things to do than babysit a grown woman!” Again, it took a significant amount of willpower to maintain my humor at her rough manner of speaking. I informed her that, as a retainer, it was my sole duty to see to her every need and comfort as long as she required. I explained that I was contractually-bound to remain within city limits, so while she is gone on duty, I remain behind. After her affairs are in order, then I may have time for my own needs. As for my family, I took the job as a Retainer in order to stay in the city and close to my elderly father. No sooner had I finished explaining than she gave a stern nod and crossed her arms over her chest.

“Then I want you to take the rest of the day and go see to your dad.” I was nearly speechless. I believe she took my surprise as preparation for an argument, because she pointed a finger at me and settled those pale, unblinking eyes on me. “If I need you for somethin’, I’ll ring that little bell in my inn room. Until then, get outta here.”

Never have I dealt with such a brash, rough-toned woman, but perhaps this is common for Hellsguards? Still, as unrefined as she may be, there is no denying she has a sense of honor about her. By her presentation, she commands respect, but she gives it as well. She can be stern, but she seems quick to smile and draw similar emotions from those around her.

I am very curious to see what becomes of Miss Red Crow.

-Klynblaetsyn

''' 9th Sun of the 5th Astral Moon, 7th Umbral Era

Personal Journal of Baenstymm Klynblaetsyn'''

It has been some time since I last documented my thoughts and recollections. Much has happened in a short while, and only now do I find time to gather my thoughts.

The morning of my second sun as Red Crow’s retainer began in a flurry. I arrived shortly after a summons to find her donned in full plate, her marauder’s axe across her back, and her hands busy packing a large backpack with various sundries. Naturally, I assumed she had called me to assist, though when I moved to do so, she stopped me with an upheld hand.

“I got this; just wanted to let you know I’m gonna be gone for a few suns on duty.”

I understood, and expected a list of duties of my own to see to in her stead, but Red just looked at me. I realized she must not understand, so I asked. She chuckled and shook her head, admitting she had forgotten she had ‘help’ for once and had already seen to business. I was growing concerned that if this pattern progressed, I would find myself either growing lazy and complacent in my duties, or she would release me altogether. Perhaps my concern showed on my face, for next I knew, she was holding out a handful of small stones to me.

“I forgot this, though. Hang onto these for me; keep ‘em safe for when I get back.” It was a small task, trivial at best, at least until I took the objects. I realized immediately they were materia. With that, she hefted her pack onto her shoulder and made for the door. She stopped suddenly; I thought perhaps she had changed her mind. What little I know of Red…

“You have a good visit with you dad?”

I informed her I had, though I was surprised by the question.

“He doin’ alright? Need anything, either of you, while I’m out? I should be in the Ul’dah area.”

I was, for lack of a better term, floored by her interest in our welfare. I suppose I wore such an expression, for she chuckled at me and nodded. She instructed me that, should I think of anything, to send a letter to the Ul’dahn adventurer’s guild, in the care of Mistress Momodi. With that, she left, leaving me standing dumbstruck in the middle of her room, holding a handful of materia.

For several suns, I busied myself with various odd-jobs and tasks. I secured Red’s materia as asked, saw that her room was well-tended for her return, then spent my remaining time with my father and seeing to my own business. With no idea when Red Crow would return, I kept myself busy the first few suns. However, I would be remiss if I did not admit to growing concern when, by the fourth moon, I had neither seen nor heard anything from my charge.

Quite before dawn this morning, I finally received a summons. Regardless of the time, I rushed to the inn. I found Red’s door slightly ajar and, when I studied it further, noted what appeared to be a strap from her pack was blocking the door’s closure. Fearful of the state in which I might find her, I knocked gently, but received no reply. This only heightened my concern, and I pushed the door open. She was collapsed across the bed and wrapped in bandages. Her armor, I found, was stacked neatly behind the door, and I realized then my summons had been accidental. It appeared that, as well as preventing the door from closing completely, her pack and slipped against the armor, shifting it just enough to knock the summoning bell from its pedestal nearby. Red must have been unconscious the moment she hit the bed, for the bell still lay on the floor by the doorway.

I thought to call for a healer, but quickly realized what I took to be bandaging was dirty, but not bloody. The wrappings seemed to be strategically placed, and I knew then they acted to protect against the heavy, chafing plate armor she wore. Seeing all was well, I pulled a cover over her and turned to leave. I was moving her pack away from the door when she spoke.

I stopped, thinking perhaps she had awoken, but when I turned back, she appeared to still be sleeping soundly. No sooner had I reached for the doorknob again, than once more she spoke, this time clearly.

“Can’t find sun. Come home. Help.”

Perhaps it was the early hour; maybe it was her exhaustion. But whatever the reason, Red Crow did not sound like herself. She sounded very much like a scared young girl, and I found it unsettling. I did not wish to wake her, only help her rest, so once more I made my way to her bedside, this time to tuck the sheet in around her. The furrow eased from her brow and with a sigh, she fell silent once more.

I have a feeling what I witnessed was a ghost of a very private memory. Red has yet to speak of a family of her own, living or otherwise. I find myself speculating on her sleep-speaking; was she lost from them? Stolen away? Perhaps the latter, considering whatever dream or nightmare she was trapped in, was apparently very dark. Then again, maybe it’s only a dream her tired mind conjured. It’s none of my business, I know, but I can’t help but wonder.

-Klynblaetsyn

''' 11th Sun of the 5th Astral Moon, 7th Umbral Era

Private Journal of Baenstymm Klynblaetsyn'''

After a full sun of rest, Red Crow finally regained consciousness. I cannot say exactly when she awoke, only that she summoned me (on purpose this time) around mid-morning today. I arrived at her quarters to find her bathed and clad in traditional Hellsguard clothing, looking much more lively than when last I’d seen her. She seemed in good spirits, calling me in shortly after I knocked at her door.

She was sitting at the small table, tending her armor and weapon. She gestured to a nearby seat and began asking about what she’d missed in Limsa Lominsa while she was away. I picked up a gauntlet and began cleaning it with a rag from a pile on the table while I informed her of the day-to-day business in the city. Before I could finish the one glove, another knock came at the door. I discovered Red had ordered room service. I could hardly refrain from casting her a look of disapproval; after all, I could easily have gone out to procure provisions for her had she but asked.

She chuckled and motioned to the seat again, and informed me my duty today was that of ‘company’. I agreed and took my seat once again, after the inn’s help left the room. As I picked the gauntlet back up, I caught Red giving me a curious look. I informed her that I could tend armor and keep company simultaneously, and at that she laughed, but nodded. I have come to realize that, left to her own devices, Red would have little use for a retainer, therefor I must make my own work to stay useful.

No sooner had I set back to work, than she surprised me yet again by pushing a plate of food in front of me, then began gathering items onto a second dish. I politely declined the offer, but she would hear nothing of it. She insisted with, “I don’t eat in front of people, and I don’t talk to the back of anybody’s head, so eat the damn food already. I ordered enough for an army, anyway.” I could hardly argue with such eloquence.

So passed our late morning, cleaning, chatting, and discussing various topics between bites of food. I had earlier considered asking her about the dream, but there seemed to be no traces of its phantasm left, so I opted to let it go. It’s not my place to pry, anyhow. She did, however, volunteer several tales from her recent adventure, and while her stories were interesting, to say the least, one in particular stood out. Apparently, Red had received an invitation, along with –many- others, to a gala event. I could only imagine her storming the gates in bloodied armor, her axe dripping gore from a recent battle, all while people dressed in the latest finery looked on, appalled! She surprised me when she said she’d actually ‘cleaned up’ before she went. I learned soon after, that meant a quick dip in a stream and the donning of the very clothing she currently wore, no doubt wrinkled at the time from suns stuffed in a pack. She admitted she had no idea what to expect, but soon learned a ‘gala’ is a line-standing event, to see who can wait the longest. The ‘winners’ then get ushered into a building and packed in until the floors groan in protest, again culling the ‘weak-willed’. Those who stick it out, are rewarded with a table, food, and company of a few decent people. I cannot say if there were other notes of interest, for by this time, I was laughing so hard, I could scarcely catch my breath! When she admitted defeat at the ‘hands of the gala’ when dancing was expected, my eyes streamed with laughter! I know she simply does not know of these civilized activities, but her tale… it was as if she had gone in search of a glorious quest, rather than a social gathering!

After a few moments to compose myself, and a few more spent in comfortable silence, we returned to cleaning the armor. I paused a moment to ask a question of her gala experience to find her fixated on one particular segment of her chest plate. The humor had vanished from her countenance, in its place an expression I was unfamiliar with. Though her brow remained smooth, and no frown distorted her lips, she had gained an unsettling glare directed at something caught between two of the segments in the armor. She was eerily still, sitting perfectly motionless, not even a blink of an eye to belie the life in her. Only one hand moved as she pulled free a strip of what appeared to be dull, black leather. With that death-stare still on the object, she bound it in one of the cleaning cloths, then resumed her business with her armor. For a moment, I sat in wary silence, looking between the small bundle and Red. Was it my place to ask?

I was thinking how best to approach what must be a delicate situation when she spoke. “Amalj’aa.” I felt my eyes widen and my gaze immediately fell back to the cloth.

“If I’m close to one of their territories, I make a special trip, just for them.” She couldn’t mean that was a –piece- of one? The question must have been written on my face, for she looked up at me and gave a nod. “If I find an encampment, I clear it. I keep an eye on ‘em, ‘cuz they’re known for reusin’ old camps from time to time. That, though,” she nods to the bundle, “that’s gonna get burnt. I don’t keep trophies, if that’s what you’re wonderin’. But I don’t spare them any neat, tidy little cuts either. Pieces fly off sometimes. Looks like that one just stuck with me.”

I know there is no love lost between citizens of Thanalan and the Amalj’aa, but Red seemed to harbor a particularly violent hatred of the beastmen. My mind churned with unasked questions. Perhaps she feared what I was thinking, for she spoke again.

“Few years back, a group of those bastards came through my family’s place. It was just me and my parents; my older brother, Killing Sun, had gotten involved with the war and was supposedly stationed nearby. Near Cartaneu.” While she talked, she kept her attention on her armor, her face that same, strange blank expression as when she’d liberated the beastman offal from her armor. “We knew they were comin’, and that there were a –lot- of ‘em. My parents sent me out to look for Sun. I know now it was just to protect me. There’s no way I could’ve got to him and made it back in time.”

She reached for an oilcloth and gave a quiet sigh. “Never did find Sun. Wasn’t anything left worth savin’ when I made it back home, except for my cookpot.” She nodded near the door, where she had stacked her armor upon her return. There, tied to her pack, was a medium-sized black iron pot with a lid and ladle secured in place. I looked back to her, just in time to see the first sign of that unsettling expression finally breaking. A faint twitch at the corner of her mouth gave way to a soft smirk, “I’m terrible with it, but it’s alright. Thing’s enchanted. Put it over a fire, and nothin’ll bother your camp all night.”

I only smiled in return. What do you say after hearing something like that? An apology doesn’t seem appropriate. Instead, we just let silence settle in around us once more, and we returned to cleaning the last of her armor. We spoke later on, just idle chat. I let her guide the talk, and avoided any questions that might stir up those hurtful memories.

After learning about this, I can’t help but feel some degree of guilt for overhearing her speaking in her sleep. I also feel sorry for her, the poor girl left to fend for herself in the wake of war and violence. I imagine this is why she avoids speaking of her past. Red doesn’t seem to feel sorry for herself, and I believe she doesn’t want others feeling sorry for her either. Perhaps I should tell her how I found her that night?

-Klynblaetsyn

===Random Red Crow Facts:===

* True to Hellsguard beliefs, Red is wary of alchemists. However, she's a little more tolerant of them, after learning they make healing potions, which she likes.

* Red believes her cookpot is magic. "Put it over a campfire, and nothin'll bother your camp all night!" she boasts. Little does she know, it's not the cookpot, but the horrible smells coming from it that drive would-be predators away.

* Red was named by her older brother, Killing Sun. "Red" came from her fiery red hair, which resembled their mother's. "Crow" came from her habit of mimicking him when she was small. Rather than annoying him, he found ways to make it a game between them, thus strengthening their sibling bond.

* Despite her new-found confidence as a warrior, Red is still stricken with bouts of shyness in social situations, especially around flirtatious men. She tries -really- hard to hide it.

* Red hates to dance. She also hates wearing skirts or dresses, though that's not to say she doesn't look good in them.

* The Black armor she rebuilt and refitted for herself was once her brother's. It is all she found of him after years of searching. According to Ul'dahn records, he fell at Cartaneau. The armor was a pet project he'd been working on since before he left home.

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Red Crow

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Red Crow

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==Red Crow== [[File:Red_avatar_pic.png|thumb|right|Red Crow, before the Facets incident]]

===General:===

Red Crow, or 'Red', as her friends know her, came from a small family of Hellsguard Roegadyn. True to their name, their job consisted of guarding one of the several volcanoes in the Thanalan region. After losing her parents to an Amalj'aa raiding party, and her older brother at Cartaneau, she spent a few years wandering the wilds before the search for her brother led her to Ul'dah.

Red's 'backwoods' ways are most evident when in refined company. Though she has grown more accustomed to civilized life, it took her some time to acclimate. Things as simple as titles of respect, such as 'Miss', confounded her, until it was explained that her friends were not confusing her for some other Roegadyn named 'Miss Crow', they were just being polite. Her naivete showed in other affairs, such as her adventures at a 'gala', which she mistook for a physical challenge, and the proper way to drink tea. Some found her innocence endearing, but it was not to last.

Shortly after arriving in Ul'dah, Red made contacts with a group known as the Facets of Eorzea. Though their mission was noble, there were many issues plaguing the group. From sabotaged link pearls to Imperial threats, Red stood with the Facets against their enemies, until the day the group welcomed one of the enemy into their fold. She pleaded with them to banish the known Imperial spy, who had been directly responsible for the harassment, assault, kidnapping, and attempted murder of several Facets, and who had acted with a small squad of Imperials to destroy the Facets' base in Summerford, La Noscea. Despite the overwhelming proof against the Imperial woman, the Facets chose to ignore Red. It was a harsh blow to the young warrior, and she cut ties with the group, leaving one last warning behind: "I can't protect you when you're dumb enough to not only let the enemy in the door, but make a bed for her, too."

Disillusioned and questioning herself, she went back to scouring the wilds for any trace of her brother's whereabouts. Rumors led her all over Eorzea, from the deserts of Thanalan to the sunken temple of Wanderer's Palace, all the way to Mhor Dhona. Only recently, has she been sighted once more among the numbers of Eorzean citizenry, though something seems to have changed about her.

===Appearance:===

Red is anything but dainty. Just over seven fulms tall, she fit right in with the rest of her family, who were likewise gifted with impressive height, but this same trait makes her stick out like a sore thumb in typical Eorzean company. Mountain life made her tough and resilient to most weather conditions, save the blizzards of Coerthas, and blessed her with a permanent tan. With bright red hair kept at a short to medium length, she usually has it all tucked up under a helm of some sort anyway, so don't expect a particularly neat style or the latest fashion with this one. Her eyes are a very pale golden yellow, and in low light, appear to glow. All she knows is both she and her brother had their mother's eyes; she doubts there's any mystical reason behind their color.

Red is very much a tomboyish sort, and can normally be found in armor, or some type of work clothes with her massive battleaxe close at hand. Dresses and skirts make her uncomfortable; she'd much rather be in some dingy pair of pants, digging up ore or turning out bits of armor and jewelry. She does, however, have an appreciation for lipstick, her favorite color being some shade of berry.

Since her latest return from the wilds, Red's appearance has changed considerably. Her hair has darkened, more closely resembling her brother's, and the armor she now favors is a black set which she has refitted herself. Along with the remains of a scar running over her right eye, Red seems to have given up the one girlish habit she had back in Ul'dah: she no longer bothers with lipstick. The effect gives her a much more stern, significantly-less 'innocent' appearance.

[[File:Red; Mhor Dhona.png|thumb|Red Crow, after her return to civilization]]

===Behavior:===

Back when Red first came to Ul'dah, she seldom showed any emotional signs of the struggles she'd been through. She didn't hide the fact she'd lost her family, and had no idea if her brother were alive or dead, but she'd tell anyone willing to listen, just in case someone might have seen or heard of a Roegadyn man fitting her brother's description. This sort of 'therapy' was normal to her, having come from a very open and honest family. Nothing really seemed to bother her, and she was seldom found to be in anything but a good mood. She could sympathize, or at least empathize, with anyone's plight, within reason (as the Facets incident later proved). Red's loyalty to her friends and compassionate nature were reinforced with aurochs-like stubbornness, and a drive to protect those in need of defending. Some of this changed after the ordeal with the Facets, though.

During her time in the wilds, Red sought to better understand herself. In particular, she wanted to know why her friends would disregard her over a known Imperial spy, and threat to the group. While she followed rumors of Cartaneau survivors, she underwent several challenges and experiences that made her reevaluate how she presented herself to others. She had been naive. She had been foolish and innocent, ignorant of the 'civilized' customs. No more. She found within herself a warrior's will and the power to back it.

She led excursions into dangerous territory, and fought until her people were safe. She began to make a name for herself, and with it came the respect she'd been lacking before. Now, when she gives an order, people listen, and their obedience is rewarded with victory. No longer does she act like some silly girl from the hill country. She is the last of her line. She is the bane of Primals, and the nightmare that haunts Imperial dreams. She is the warrior Red Crow.

===Retainer Files on Red Crow:===

''' 3rd Sun of the 5th Astral Moon, 7th Umbral Era

Personal Journal of Baenstymm Klynblaetsyn'''

Though it is not required, I have found it beneficial to maintain a record during my services as a retainer, not only to ensure the quality of my services, but for nostalgia’s sake as well. It seems adventurers are a short-lived sort these days, with this being my third assignment in twice as many years.

I currently find myself under contract with one Red Crow, a Hellsguard woman possessed of talents with both the sword and great axe. Though I am well-trained, there is always a certain degree of nervousness, for lack of a better term, I feel before the initial meeting with a new charge. I like to know all I can about a charge beforehand, so I may prevent awkward conversations or unwelcome questions. However, there is a noted lack of information on this charge.

She is preceded by a reputation laden with feats of heroism and bravery that rival those previously under my care. Her adventuring began in Ul’dah, where she trained as a gladiator. Her deeds gained her such notoriety that, in time, she gained favor with the Sultana and became the personal envoy of Flame General Raubahn Aldynn. It was during an assignment under the Flame General that she came to Limsa Lominsa, and there soon returned after her duty was complete to begin training as a marauder. Again, after a relatively short time here in Limsa, her deeds earned her an audience with Admiral Merylwyb Bloefhiswyn. Renowned for her expertise and unshakable determination, it was only a matter of time before others of similar skill and conscience sought her out.

Her deeds, from defending the helpless to recovering lost or stolen property, are numerous and indicate someone who cares for the common folk. Her victories, especially those earned despite facing insurmountable odds, cast her in a fearless light. However, I can find no record of a personal life. She has no permanent address, though she seems to prefer the inns of Ul’dah and Limsa Lominsa. None have heard her speak of a family, save a brother thought lost at Cartaneau.

Despite all she has accomplished, she seems a rather private individual. I can only hope Fate is more kind to her than It has been to those who have come before her. In the meantime, I shall do my utmost to fulfill my role as her retainer. My thoughts will have to wait; I am told she has arrived.

-Klynblaetsyn

'''4th Sun of the 5th Astral Moon, 7th Umbral Era

Personal Journal of Baenstymm Klynblaetsyn '''

The initial meeting with my new charge was… interesting. As is customary with the hiring of retainers, it is the charge’s prerogative to don their caretakers with a ‘nickname’. Many have suffered under this allowance, myself included. During this meeting, that minor concern was quickly erased. Apparently, Red Crow was told of this tradition, yet rather than address me with some silly or derogatory title, she simply asked me my name. I told her, and she gave a nod. I asked if another would please her more, knowing Seawolf names are sometimes hard to pronounce, but she shook her head, even laughed a little. She said my mother saw fit to give me such a name, and, as she put it, “I’ll be damned if I undermine the woman who birthed a beast like you.” I have to admit, I am rather large, even for a Roegadyn. Still, I find her candid demeanor somewhat amusing, if not even refreshing, after… well, I shall leave it at that.

We exchanged pleasantries, to an extent, and I quickly learned she does not like titles of any sort. I pride myself with providing the utmost in courteous service, so it is only natural that I address women with titles of ‘Miss’, ‘Lady’, or ‘Madam’. Red Crow would have none of this business, and insisted she does not know a ‘Miss Crow’, and she very seldom misses her mark. I laughed despite myself; I forget sometimes that the Hellsguard names are meant to describe and help merchants or employers remember a specific Hellsguard. As for ‘Lady Crow’ or ‘Madam Crow’, she made a face and shook her head fervently at either option, insisting yet again I address her as ‘Red’. Never have I had such an informal charge! Then again, I am beginning to believe Red is unlike the typical charges we retainers are trained to serve.

She does not quite know what to do with a retainer, I feel. Case in point, after our meeting, she turned to leave. As is my duty, I fell in step just slightly behind and to her right. Several times, she glanced back at me, each time her expression growing more curious. We were nearing the Drowned Wench when finally she spun around, brows furrowed and hands on her hips.

“The hells’re you followin’ me for?!” Oh gods, how I fought back the laughter! With some difficulty, I kept my composure and explained to her the duties of a retainer; how, if she wished it, I would tend to her market affairs for her, buying and selling items of interest, keeping her armor and weaponry clean and in good working order. And, in the event of her time spent in the city, if she should desire my presence simply for the company, I was obliged to comply. I must say, she’s not one to hide her emotions, for she quickly took on a look of bewilderment.

“What about your family? Things you wanna do? Godsdamn, you’ve got better things to do than babysit a grown woman!” Again, it took a significant amount of willpower to maintain my humor at her rough manner of speaking. I informed her that, as a retainer, it was my sole duty to see to her every need and comfort as long as she required. I explained that I was contractually-bound to remain within city limits, so while she is gone on duty, I remain behind. After her affairs are in order, then I may have time for my own needs. As for my family, I took the job as a Retainer in order to stay in the city and close to my elderly father. No sooner had I finished explaining than she gave a stern nod and crossed her arms over her chest.

“Then I want you to take the rest of the day and go see to your dad.” I was nearly speechless. I believe she took my surprise as preparation for an argument, because she pointed a finger at me and settled those pale, unblinking eyes on me. “If I need you for somethin’, I’ll ring that little bell in my inn room. Until then, get outta here.”

Never have I dealt with such a brash, rough-toned woman, but perhaps this is common for Hellsguards? Still, as unrefined as she may be, there is no denying she has a sense of honor about her. By her presentation, she commands respect, but she gives it as well. She can be stern, but she seems quick to smile and draw similar emotions from those around her.

I am very curious to see what becomes of Miss Red Crow.

-Klynblaetsyn

''' 9th Sun of the 5th Astral Moon, 7th Umbral Era

Personal Journal of Baenstymm Klynblaetsyn'''

It has been some time since I last documented my thoughts and recollections. Much has happened in a short while, and only now do I find time to gather my thoughts.

The morning of my second sun as Red Crow’s retainer began in a flurry. I arrived shortly after a summons to find her donned in full plate, her marauder’s axe across her back, and her hands busy packing a large backpack with various sundries. Naturally, I assumed she had called me to assist, though when I moved to do so, she stopped me with an upheld hand.

“I got this; just wanted to let you know I’m gonna be gone for a few suns on duty.”

I understood, and expected a list of duties of my own to see to in her stead, but Red just looked at me. I realized she must not understand, so I asked. She chuckled and shook her head, admitting she had forgotten she had ‘help’ for once and had already seen to business. I was growing concerned that if this pattern progressed, I would find myself either growing lazy and complacent in my duties, or she would release me altogether. Perhaps my concern showed on my face, for next I knew, she was holding out a handful of small stones to me.

“I forgot this, though. Hang onto these for me; keep ‘em safe for when I get back.” It was a small task, trivial at best, at least until I took the objects. I realized immediately they were materia. With that, she hefted her pack onto her shoulder and made for the door. She stopped suddenly; I thought perhaps she had changed her mind. What little I know of Red…

“You have a good visit with you dad?”

I informed her I had, though I was surprised by the question.

“He doin’ alright? Need anything, either of you, while I’m out? I should be in the Ul’dah area.”

I was, for lack of a better term, floored by her interest in our welfare. I suppose I wore such an expression, for she chuckled at me and nodded. She instructed me that, should I think of anything, to send a letter to the Ul’dahn adventurer’s guild, in the care of Mistress Momodi. With that, she left, leaving me standing dumbstruck in the middle of her room, holding a handful of materia.

For several suns, I busied myself with various odd-jobs and tasks. I secured Red’s materia as asked, saw that her room was well-tended for her return, then spent my remaining time with my father and seeing to my own business. With no idea when Red Crow would return, I kept myself busy the first few suns. However, I would be remiss if I did not admit to growing concern when, by the fourth moon, I had neither seen nor heard anything from my charge.

Quite before dawn this morning, I finally received a summons. Regardless of the time, I rushed to the inn. I found Red’s door slightly ajar and, when I studied it further, noted what appeared to be a strap from her pack was blocking the door’s closure. Fearful of the state in which I might find her, I knocked gently, but received no reply. This only heightened my concern, and I pushed the door open. She was collapsed across the bed and wrapped in bandages. Her armor, I found, was stacked neatly behind the door, and I realized then my summons had been accidental. It appeared that, as well as preventing the door from closing completely, her pack and slipped against the armor, shifting it just enough to knock the summoning bell from its pedestal nearby. Red must have been unconscious the moment she hit the bed, for the bell still lay on the floor by the doorway.

I thought to call for a healer, but quickly realized what I took to be bandaging was dirty, but not bloody. The wrappings seemed to be strategically placed, and I knew then they acted to protect against the heavy, chafing plate armor she wore. Seeing all was well, I pulled a cover over her and turned to leave. I was moving her pack away from the door when she spoke.

I stopped, thinking perhaps she had awoken, but when I turned back, she appeared to still be sleeping soundly. No sooner had I reached for the doorknob again, than once more she spoke, this time clearly.

“Can’t find sun. Come home. Help.”

Perhaps it was the early hour; maybe it was her exhaustion. But whatever the reason, Red Crow did not sound like herself. She sounded very much like a scared young girl, and I found it unsettling. I did not wish to wake her, only help her rest, so once more I made my way to her bedside, this time to tuck the sheet in around her. The furrow eased from her brow and with a sigh, she fell silent once more.

I have a feeling what I witnessed was a ghost of a very private memory. Red has yet to speak of a family of her own, living or otherwise. I find myself speculating on her sleep-speaking; was she lost from them? Stolen away? Perhaps the latter, considering whatever dream or nightmare she was trapped in, was apparently very dark. Then again, maybe it’s only a dream her tired mind conjured. It’s none of my business, I know, but I can’t help but wonder.

-Klynblaetsyn

''' 11th Sun of the 5th Astral Moon, 7th Umbral Era

Private Journal of Baenstymm Klynblaetsyn'''

After a full sun of rest, Red Crow finally regained consciousness. I cannot say exactly when she awoke, only that she summoned me (on purpose this time) around mid-morning today. I arrived at her quarters to find her bathed and clad in traditional Hellsguard clothing, looking much more lively than when last I’d seen her. She seemed in good spirits, calling me in shortly after I knocked at her door.

She was sitting at the small table, tending her armor and weapon. She gestured to a nearby seat and began asking about what she’d missed in Limsa Lominsa while she was away. I picked up a gauntlet and began cleaning it with a rag from a pile on the table while I informed her of the day-to-day business in the city. Before I could finish the one glove, another knock came at the door. I discovered Red had ordered room service. I could hardly refrain from casting her a look of disapproval; after all, I could easily have gone out to procure provisions for her had she but asked.

She chuckled and motioned to the seat again, and informed me my duty today was that of ‘company’. I agreed and took my seat once again, after the inn’s help left the room. As I picked the gauntlet back up, I caught Red giving me a curious look. I informed her that I could tend armor and keep company simultaneously, and at that she laughed, but nodded. I have come to realize that, left to her own devices, Red would have little use for a retainer, therefor I must make my own work to stay useful.

No sooner had I set back to work, than she surprised me yet again by pushing a plate of food in front of me, then began gathering items onto a second dish. I politely declined the offer, but she would hear nothing of it. She insisted with, “I don’t eat in front of people, and I don’t talk to the back of anybody’s head, so eat the damn food already. I ordered enough for an army, anyway.” I could hardly argue with such eloquence.

So passed our late morning, cleaning, chatting, and discussing various topics between bites of food. I had earlier considered asking her about the dream, but there seemed to be no traces of its phantasm left, so I opted to let it go. It’s not my place to pry, anyhow. She did, however, volunteer several tales from her recent adventure, and while her stories were interesting, to say the least, one in particular stood out. Apparently, Red had received an invitation, along with –many- others, to a gala event. I could only imagine her storming the gates in bloodied armor, her axe dripping gore from a recent battle, all while people dressed in the latest finery looked on, appalled! She surprised me when she said she’d actually ‘cleaned up’ before she went. I learned soon after, that meant a quick dip in a stream and the donning of the very clothing she currently wore, no doubt wrinkled at the time from suns stuffed in a pack. She admitted she had no idea what to expect, but soon learned a ‘gala’ is a line-standing event, to see who can wait the longest. The ‘winners’ then get ushered into a building and packed in until the floors groan in protest, again culling the ‘weak-willed’. Those who stick it out, are rewarded with a table, food, and company of a few decent people. I cannot say if there were other notes of interest, for by this time, I was laughing so hard, I could scarcely catch my breath! When she admitted defeat at the ‘hands of the gala’ when dancing was expected, my eyes streamed with laughter! I know she simply does not know of these civilized activities, but her tale… it was as if she had gone in search of a glorious quest, rather than a social gathering!

After a few moments to compose myself, and a few more spent in comfortable silence, we returned to cleaning the armor. I paused a moment to ask a question of her gala experience to find her fixated on one particular segment of her chest plate. The humor had vanished from her countenance, in its place an expression I was unfamiliar with. Though her brow remained smooth, and no frown distorted her lips, she had gained an unsettling glare directed at something caught between two of the segments in the armor. She was eerily still, sitting perfectly motionless, not even a blink of an eye to belie the life in her. Only one hand moved as she pulled free a strip of what appeared to be dull, black leather. With that death-stare still on the object, she bound it in one of the cleaning cloths, then resumed her business with her armor. For a moment, I sat in wary silence, looking between the small bundle and Red. Was it my place to ask?

I was thinking how best to approach what must be a delicate situation when she spoke. “Amalj’aa.” I felt my eyes widen and my gaze immediately fell back to the cloth.

“If I’m close to one of their territories, I make a special trip, just for them.” She couldn’t mean that was a –piece- of one? The question must have been written on my face, for she looked up at me and gave a nod. “If I find an encampment, I clear it. I keep an eye on ‘em, ‘cuz they’re known for reusin’ old camps from time to time. That, though,” she nods to the bundle, “that’s gonna get burnt. I don’t keep trophies, if that’s what you’re wonderin’. But I don’t spare them any neat, tidy little cuts either. Pieces fly off sometimes. Looks like that one just stuck with me.”

I know there is no love lost between citizens of Thanalan and the Amalj’aa, but Red seemed to harbor a particularly violent hatred of the beastmen. My mind churned with unasked questions. Perhaps she feared what I was thinking, for she spoke again.

“Few years back, a group of those bastards came through my family’s place. It was just me and my parents; my older brother, Killing Sun, had gotten involved with the war and was supposedly stationed nearby. Near Cartaneu.” While she talked, she kept her attention on her armor, her face that same, strange blank expression as when she’d liberated the beastman offal from her armor. “We knew they were comin’, and that there were a –lot- of ‘em. My parents sent me out to look for Sun. I know now it was just to protect me. There’s no way I could’ve got to him and made it back in time.”

She reached for an oilcloth and gave a quiet sigh. “Never did find Sun. Wasn’t anything left worth savin’ when I made it back home, except for my cookpot.” She nodded near the door, where she had stacked her armor upon her return. There, tied to her pack, was a medium-sized black iron pot with a lid and ladle secured in place. I looked back to her, just in time to see the first sign of that unsettling expression finally breaking. A faint twitch at the corner of her mouth gave way to a soft smirk, “I’m terrible with it, but it’s alright. Thing’s enchanted. Put it over a fire, and nothin’ll bother your camp all night.”

I only smiled in return. What do you say after hearing something like that? An apology doesn’t seem appropriate. Instead, we just let silence settle in around us once more, and we returned to cleaning the last of her armor. We spoke later on, just idle chat. I let her guide the talk, and avoided any questions that might stir up those hurtful memories.

After learning about this, I can’t help but feel some degree of guilt for overhearing her speaking in her sleep. I also feel sorry for her, the poor girl left to fend for herself in the wake of war and violence. I imagine this is why she avoids speaking of her past. Red doesn’t seem to feel sorry for herself, and I believe she doesn’t want others feeling sorry for her either. Perhaps I should tell her how I found her that night?

-Klynblaetsyn

===Random Red Crow Facts:===

* True to Hellsguard beliefs, Red is wary of alchemists. However, she's a little more tolerant of them, after learning they make healing potions, which she likes.

* Red believes her cookpot is magic. "Put it over a campfire, and nothin'll bother your camp all night!" she boasts. Little does she know, it's not the cookpot, but the horrible smells coming from it that drive would-be predators away.

* Red was named by her older brother, Killing Sun. "Red" came from her fiery red hair, which resembled their mother's. "Crow" came from her habit of mimicking him when she was small. Rather than annoying him, he found ways to make it a game between them, thus strengthening their sibling bond.

* Despite her new-found confidence as a warrior, Red is still stricken with bouts of shyness in social situations, especially around flirtatious men. She tries -really- hard to hide it.

* Red hates to dance. She also hates wearing skirts or dresses, though that's not to say she doesn't look good in them.

* The Black armor she rebuilt and refitted for herself was once her brother's. It is all she found of him after years of searching. According to Ul'dahn records, he fell at Cartaneau. The armor was a pet project he'd been working on since before he left home.

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Red Crow

2014-03-02T05:48:05Z

RedCrow13: /* Retainer Files on Red Crow: */

==Red Crow== [[File:Red_avatar_pic.png|thumb|right|Red Crow, before the Facets incident]]

===General:===

Red Crow, or 'Red', as her friends know her, came from a small family of Hellsguard Roegadyn. True to their name, their job consisted of guarding one of the several volcanoes in the Thanalan region. After losing her parents to an Amalj'aa raiding party, and her older brother at Cartaneau, she spent a few years wandering the wilds before the search for her brother led her to Ul'dah.

Red's 'backwoods' ways are most evident when in refined company. Though she has grown more accustomed to civilized life, it took her some time to acclimate. Things as simple as titles of respect, such as 'Miss', confounded her, until it was explained that her friends were not confusing her for some other Roegadyn named 'Miss Crow', they were just being polite. Her naivete showed in other affairs, such as her adventures at a 'gala', which she mistook for a physical challenge, and the proper way to drink tea. Some found her innocence endearing, but it was not to last.

Shortly after arriving in Ul'dah, Red made contacts with a group known as the Facets of Eorzea. Though their mission was noble, there were many issues plaguing the group. From sabotaged link pearls to Imperial threats, Red stood with the Facets against their enemies, until the day the group welcomed one of the enemy into their fold. She pleaded with them to banish the known Imperial spy, who had been directly responsible for the harassment, assault, kidnapping, and attempted murder of several Facets, and who had acted with a small squad of Imperials to destroy the Facets' base in Summerford, La Noscea. Despite the overwhelming proof against the Imperial woman, the Facets chose to ignore Red. It was a harsh blow to the young warrior, and she cut ties with the group, leaving one last warning behind: "I can't protect you when you're dumb enough to not only let the enemy in the door, but make a bed for her, too."

Disillusioned and questioning herself, she went back to scouring the wilds for any trace of her brother's whereabouts. Rumors led her all over Eorzea, from the deserts of Thanalan to the sunken temple of Wanderer's Palace, all the way to Mhor Dhona. Only recently, has she been sighted once more among the numbers of Eorzean citizenry, though something seems to have changed about her.

===Appearance:===

Red is anything but dainty. Just over seven fulms tall, she fit right in with the rest of her family, who were likewise gifted with impressive height, but this same trait makes her stick out like a sore thumb in typical Eorzean company. Mountain life made her tough and resilient to most weather conditions, save the blizzards of Coerthas, and blessed her with a permanent tan. With bright red hair kept at a short to medium length, she usually has it all tucked up under a helm of some sort anyway, so don't expect a particularly neat style or the latest fashion with this one. Her eyes are a very pale golden yellow, and in low light, appear to glow. All she knows is both she and her brother had their mother's eyes; she doubts there's any mystical reason behind their color.

Red is very much a tomboyish sort, and can normally be found in armor, or some type of work clothes with her massive battleaxe close at hand. Dresses and skirts make her uncomfortable; she'd much rather be in some dingy pair of pants, digging up ore or turning out bits of armor and jewelry. She does, however, have an appreciation for lipstick, her favorite color being some shade of berry.

Since her latest return from the wilds, Red's appearance has changed considerably. Her hair has darkened, more closely resembling her brother's, and the armor she now favors is a black set which she has refitted herself. Along with the remains of a scar running over her right eye, Red seems to have given up the one girlish habit she had back in Ul'dah: she no longer bothers with lipstick. The effect gives her a much more stern, significantly-less 'innocent' appearance.

[[File:Red; Mhor Dhona.png|thumb|Red Crow, after her return to civilization]]

===Behavior:===

Back when Red first came to Ul'dah, she seldom showed any emotional signs of the struggles she'd been through. She didn't hide the fact she'd lost her family, and had no idea if her brother were alive or dead, but she'd tell anyone willing to listen, just in case someone might have seen or heard of a Roegadyn man fitting her brother's description. This sort of 'therapy' was normal to her, having come from a very open and honest family. Nothing really seemed to bother her, and she was seldom found to be in anything but a good mood. She could sympathize, or at least empathize, with anyone's plight, within reason (as the Facets incident later proved). Red's loyalty to her friends and compassionate nature were reinforced with aurochs-like stubbornness, and a drive to protect those in need of defending. Some of this changed after the ordeal with the Facets, though.

During her time in the wilds, Red sought to better understand herself. In particular, she wanted to know why her friends would disregard her over a known Imperial spy, and threat to the group. While she followed rumors of Cartaneau survivors, she underwent several challenges and experiences that made her reevaluate how she presented herself to others. She had been naive. She had been foolish and innocent, ignorant of the 'civilized' customs. No more. She found within herself a warrior's will and the power to back it.

She led excursions into dangerous territory, and fought until her people were safe. She began to make a name for herself, and with it came the respect she'd been lacking before. Now, when she gives an order, people listen, and their obedience is rewarded with victory. No longer does she act like some silly girl from the hill country. She is the last of her line. She is the bane of Primals, and the nightmare that haunts Imperial dreams. She is the warrior Red Crow.

===Retainer Files on Red Crow:===

'''bold''' 3rd Sun of the 5th Astral Moon, 7th Umbral Era

Personal Journal of Baenstymm Klynblaetsyn '''bold'''

Though it is not required, I have found it beneficial to maintain a record during my services as a retainer, not only to ensure the quality of my services, but for nostalgia’s sake as well. It seems adventurers are a short-lived sort these days, with this being my third assignment in twice as many years.

I currently find myself under contract with one Red Crow, a Hellsguard woman possessed of talents with both the sword and great axe. Though I am well-trained, there is always a certain degree of nervousness, for lack of a better term, I feel before the initial meeting with a new charge. I like to know all I can about a charge beforehand, so I may prevent awkward conversations or unwelcome questions. However, there is a noted lack of information on this charge.

She is preceded by a reputation laden with feats of heroism and bravery that rival those previously under my care. Her adventuring began in Ul’dah, where she trained as a gladiator. Her deeds gained her such notoriety that, in time, she gained favor with the Sultana and became the personal envoy of Flame General Raubahn Aldynn. It was during an assignment under the Flame General that she came to Limsa Lominsa, and there soon returned after her duty was complete to begin training as a marauder. Again, after a relatively short time here in Limsa, her deeds earned her an audience with Admiral Merylwyb Bloefhiswyn. Renowned for her expertise and unshakable determination, it was only a matter of time before others of similar skill and conscience sought her out.

Her deeds, from defending the helpless to recovering lost or stolen property, are numerous and indicate someone who cares for the common folk. Her victories, especially those earned despite facing insurmountable odds, cast her in a fearless light. However, I can find no record of a personal life. She has no permanent address, though she seems to prefer the inns of Ul’dah and Limsa Lominsa. None have heard her speak of a family, save a brother thought lost at Cartaneau.

Despite all she has accomplished, she seems a rather private individual. I can only hope Fate is more kind to her than It has been to those who have come before her. In the meantime, I shall do my utmost to fulfill my role as her retainer. My thoughts will have to wait; I am told she has arrived.

-Klynblaetsyn

'''bold'''4th Sun of the 5th Astral Moon, 7th Umbral Era

Personal Journal of Baenstymm Klynblaetsyn '''bold'''

The initial meeting with my new charge was… interesting. As is customary with the hiring of retainers, it is the charge’s prerogative to don their caretakers with a ‘nickname’. Many have suffered under this allowance, myself included. During this meeting, that minor concern was quickly erased. Apparently, Red Crow was told of this tradition, yet rather than address me with some silly or derogatory title, she simply asked me my name. I told her, and she gave a nod. I asked if another would please her more, knowing Seawolf names are sometimes hard to pronounce, but she shook her head, even laughed a little. She said my mother saw fit to give me such a name, and, as she put it, “I’ll be damned if I undermine the woman who birthed a beast like you.” I have to admit, I am rather large, even for a Roegadyn. Still, I find her candid demeanor somewhat amusing, if not even refreshing, after… well, I shall leave it at that.

We exchanged pleasantries, to an extent, and I quickly learned she does not like titles of any sort. I pride myself with providing the utmost in courteous service, so it is only natural that I address women with titles of ‘Miss’, ‘Lady’, or ‘Madam’. Red Crow would have none of this business, and insisted she does not know a ‘Miss Crow’, and she very seldom misses her mark. I laughed despite myself; I forget sometimes that the Hellsguard names are meant to describe and help merchants or employers remember a specific Hellsguard. As for ‘Lady Crow’ or ‘Madam Crow’, she made a face and shook her head fervently at either option, insisting yet again I address her as ‘Red’. Never have I had such an informal charge! Then again, I am beginning to believe Red is unlike the typical charges we retainers are trained to serve.

She does not quite know what to do with a retainer, I feel. Case in point, after our meeting, she turned to leave. As is my duty, I fell in step just slightly behind and to her right. Several times, she glanced back at me, each time her expression growing more curious. We were nearing the Drowned Wench when finally she spun around, brows furrowed and hands on her hips.

“The hells’re you followin’ me for?!” Oh gods, how I fought back the laughter! With some difficulty, I kept my composure and explained to her the duties of a retainer; how, if she wished it, I would tend to her market affairs for her, buying and selling items of interest, keeping her armor and weaponry clean and in good working order. And, in the event of her time spent in the city, if she should desire my presence simply for the company, I was obliged to comply. I must say, she’s not one to hide her emotions, for she quickly took on a look of bewilderment.

“What about your family? Things you wanna do? Godsdamn, you’ve got better things to do than babysit a grown woman!” Again, it took a significant amount of willpower to maintain my humor at her rough manner of speaking. I informed her that, as a retainer, it was my sole duty to see to her every need and comfort as long as she required. I explained that I was contractually-bound to remain within city limits, so while she is gone on duty, I remain behind. After her affairs are in order, then I may have time for my own needs. As for my family, I took the job as a Retainer in order to stay in the city and close to my elderly father. No sooner had I finished explaining than she gave a stern nod and crossed her arms over her chest.

“Then I want you to take the rest of the day and go see to your dad.” I was nearly speechless. I believe she took my surprise as preparation for an argument, because she pointed a finger at me and settled those pale, unblinking eyes on me. “If I need you for somethin’, I’ll ring that little bell in my inn room. Until then, get outta here.”

Never have I dealt with such a brash, rough-toned woman, but perhaps this is common for Hellsguards? Still, as unrefined as she may be, there is no denying she has a sense of honor about her. By her presentation, she commands respect, but she gives it as well. She can be stern, but she seems quick to smile and draw similar emotions from those around her.

I am very curious to see what becomes of Miss Red Crow.

-Klynblaetsyn

'''bold''' 9th Sun of the 5th Astral Moon, 7th Umbral Era

Personal Journal of Baenstymm Klynblaetsyn '''bold'''

It has been some time since I last documented my thoughts and recollections. Much has happened in a short while, and only now do I find time to gather my thoughts.

The morning of my second sun as Red Crow’s retainer began in a flurry. I arrived shortly after a summons to find her donned in full plate, her marauder’s axe across her back, and her hands busy packing a large backpack with various sundries. Naturally, I assumed she had called me to assist, though when I moved to do so, she stopped me with an upheld hand.

“I got this; just wanted to let you know I’m gonna be gone for a few suns on duty.”

I understood, and expected a list of duties of my own to see to in her stead, but Red just looked at me. I realized she must not understand, so I asked. She chuckled and shook her head, admitting she had forgotten she had ‘help’ for once and had already seen to business. I was growing concerned that if this pattern progressed, I would find myself either growing lazy and complacent in my duties, or she would release me altogether. Perhaps my concern showed on my face, for next I knew, she was holding out a handful of small stones to me.

“I forgot this, though. Hang onto these for me; keep ‘em safe for when I get back.” It was a small task, trivial at best, at least until I took the objects. I realized immediately they were materia. With that, she hefted her pack onto her shoulder and made for the door. She stopped suddenly; I thought perhaps she had changed her mind. What little I know of Red…

“You have a good visit with you dad?”

I informed her I had, though I was surprised by the question.

“He doin’ alright? Need anything, either of you, while I’m out? I should be in the Ul’dah area.”

I was, for lack of a better term, floored by her interest in our welfare. I suppose I wore such an expression, for she chuckled at me and nodded. She instructed me that, should I think of anything, to send a letter to the Ul’dahn adventurer’s guild, in the care of Mistress Momodi. With that, she left, leaving me standing dumbstruck in the middle of her room, holding a handful of materia.

For several suns, I busied myself with various odd-jobs and tasks. I secured Red’s materia as asked, saw that her room was well-tended for her return, then spent my remaining time with my father and seeing to my own business. With no idea when Red Crow would return, I kept myself busy the first few suns. However, I would be remiss if I did not admit to growing concern when, by the fourth moon, I had neither seen nor heard anything from my charge.

Quite before dawn this morning, I finally received a summons. Regardless of the time, I rushed to the inn. I found Red’s door slightly ajar and, when I studied it further, noted what appeared to be a strap from her pack was blocking the door’s closure. Fearful of the state in which I might find her, I knocked gently, but received no reply. This only heightened my concern, and I pushed the door open. She was collapsed across the bed and wrapped in bandages. Her armor, I found, was stacked neatly behind the door, and I realized then my summons had been accidental. It appeared that, as well as preventing the door from closing completely, her pack and slipped against the armor, shifting it just enough to knock the summoning bell from its pedestal nearby. Red must have been unconscious the moment she hit the bed, for the bell still lay on the floor by the doorway.

I thought to call for a healer, but quickly realized what I took to be bandaging was dirty, but not bloody. The wrappings seemed to be strategically placed, and I knew then they acted to protect against the heavy, chafing plate armor she wore. Seeing all was well, I pulled a cover over her and turned to leave. I was moving her pack away from the door when she spoke.

I stopped, thinking perhaps she had awoken, but when I turned back, she appeared to still be sleeping soundly. No sooner had I reached for the doorknob again, than once more she spoke, this time clearly.

“Can’t find sun. Come home. Help.”

Perhaps it was the early hour; maybe it was her exhaustion. But whatever the reason, Red Crow did not sound like herself. She sounded very much like a scared young girl, and I found it unsettling. I did not wish to wake her, only help her rest, so once more I made my way to her bedside, this time to tuck the sheet in around her. The furrow eased from her brow and with a sigh, she fell silent once more.

I have a feeling what I witnessed was a ghost of a very private memory. Red has yet to speak of a family of her own, living or otherwise. I find myself speculating on her sleep-speaking; was she lost from them? Stolen away? Perhaps the latter, considering whatever dream or nightmare she was trapped in, was apparently very dark. Then again, maybe it’s only a dream her tired mind conjured. It’s none of my business, I know, but I can’t help but wonder.

-Klynblaetsyn

'''bold''' 11th Sun of the 5th Astral Moon, 7th Umbral Era

Private Journal of Baenstymm Klynblaetsyn '''bold'''

After a full sun of rest, Red Crow finally regained consciousness. I cannot say exactly when she awoke, only that she summoned me (on purpose this time) around mid-morning today. I arrived at her quarters to find her bathed and clad in traditional Hellsguard clothing, looking much more lively than when last I’d seen her. She seemed in good spirits, calling me in shortly after I knocked at her door.

She was sitting at the small table, tending her armor and weapon. She gestured to a nearby seat and began asking about what she’d missed in Limsa Lominsa while she was away. I picked up a gauntlet and began cleaning it with a rag from a pile on the table while I informed her of the day-to-day business in the city. Before I could finish the one glove, another knock came at the door. I discovered Red had ordered room service. I could hardly refrain from casting her a look of disapproval; after all, I could easily have gone out to procure provisions for her had she but asked.

She chuckled and motioned to the seat again, and informed me my duty today was that of ‘company’. I agreed and took my seat once again, after the inn’s help left the room. As I picked the gauntlet back up, I caught Red giving me a curious look. I informed her that I could tend armor and keep company simultaneously, and at that she laughed, but nodded. I have come to realize that, left to her own devices, Red would have little use for a retainer, therefor I must make my own work to stay useful.

No sooner had I set back to work, than she surprised me yet again by pushing a plate of food in front of me, then began gathering items onto a second dish. I politely declined the offer, but she would hear nothing of it. She insisted with, “I don’t eat in front of people, and I don’t talk to the back of anybody’s head, so eat the damn food already. I ordered enough for an army, anyway.” I could hardly argue with such eloquence.

So passed our late morning, cleaning, chatting, and discussing various topics between bites of food. I had earlier considered asking her about the dream, but there seemed to be no traces of its phantasm left, so I opted to let it go. It’s not my place to pry, anyhow. She did, however, volunteer several tales from her recent adventure, and while her stories were interesting, to say the least, one in particular stood out. Apparently, Red had received an invitation, along with –many- others, to a gala event. I could only imagine her storming the gates in bloodied armor, her axe dripping gore from a recent battle, all while people dressed in the latest finery looked on, appalled! She surprised me when she said she’d actually ‘cleaned up’ before she went. I learned soon after, that meant a quick dip in a stream and the donning of the very clothing she currently wore, no doubt wrinkled at the time from suns stuffed in a pack. She admitted she had no idea what to expect, but soon learned a ‘gala’ is a line-standing event, to see who can wait the longest. The ‘winners’ then get ushered into a building and packed in until the floors groan in protest, again culling the ‘weak-willed’. Those who stick it out, are rewarded with a table, food, and company of a few decent people. I cannot say if there were other notes of interest, for by this time, I was laughing so hard, I could scarcely catch my breath! When she admitted defeat at the ‘hands of the gala’ when dancing was expected, my eyes streamed with laughter! I know she simply does not know of these civilized activities, but her tale… it was as if she had gone in search of a glorious quest, rather than a social gathering!

After a few moments to compose myself, and a few more spent in comfortable silence, we returned to cleaning the armor. I paused a moment to ask a question of her gala experience to find her fixated on one particular segment of her chest plate. The humor had vanished from her countenance, in its place an expression I was unfamiliar with. Though her brow remained smooth, and no frown distorted her lips, she had gained an unsettling glare directed at something caught between two of the segments in the armor. She was eerily still, sitting perfectly motionless, not even a blink of an eye to belie the life in her. Only one hand moved as she pulled free a strip of what appeared to be dull, black leather. With that death-stare still on the object, she bound it in one of the cleaning cloths, then resumed her business with her armor. For a moment, I sat in wary silence, looking between the small bundle and Red. Was it my place to ask?

I was thinking how best to approach what must be a delicate situation when she spoke. “Amalj’aa.” I felt my eyes widen and my gaze immediately fell back to the cloth.

“If I’m close to one of their territories, I make a special trip, just for them.” She couldn’t mean that was a –piece- of one? The question must have been written on my face, for she looked up at me and gave a nod. “If I find an encampment, I clear it. I keep an eye on ‘em, ‘cuz they’re known for reusin’ old camps from time to time. That, though,” she nods to the bundle, “that’s gonna get burnt. I don’t keep trophies, if that’s what you’re wonderin’. But I don’t spare them any neat, tidy little cuts either. Pieces fly off sometimes. Looks like that one just stuck with me.”

I know there is no love lost between citizens of Thanalan and the Amalj’aa, but Red seemed to harbor a particularly violent hatred of the beastmen. My mind churned with unasked questions. Perhaps she feared what I was thinking, for she spoke again.

“Few years back, a group of those bastards came through my family’s place. It was just me and my parents; my older brother, Killing Sun, had gotten involved with the war and was supposedly stationed nearby. Near Cartaneu.” While she talked, she kept her attention on her armor, her face that same, strange blank expression as when she’d liberated the beastman offal from her armor. “We knew they were comin’, and that there were a –lot- of ‘em. My parents sent me out to look for Sun. I know now it was just to protect me. There’s no way I could’ve got to him and made it back in time.”

She reached for an oilcloth and gave a quiet sigh. “Never did find Sun. Wasn’t anything left worth savin’ when I made it back home, except for my cookpot.” She nodded near the door, where she had stacked her armor upon her return. There, tied to her pack, was a medium-sized black iron pot with a lid and ladle secured in place. I looked back to her, just in time to see the first sign of that unsettling expression finally breaking. A faint twitch at the corner of her mouth gave way to a soft smirk, “I’m terrible with it, but it’s alright. Thing’s enchanted. Put it over a fire, and nothin’ll bother your camp all night.”

I only smiled in return. What do you say after hearing something like that? An apology doesn’t seem appropriate. Instead, we just let silence settle in around us once more, and we returned to cleaning the last of her armor. We spoke later on, just idle chat. I let her guide the talk, and avoided any questions that might stir up those hurtful memories.

After learning about this, I can’t help but feel some degree of guilt for overhearing her speaking in her sleep. I also feel sorry for her, the poor girl left to fend for herself in the wake of war and violence. I imagine this is why she avoids speaking of her past. Red doesn’t seem to feel sorry for herself, and I believe she doesn’t want others feeling sorry for her either. Perhaps I should tell her how I found her that night?

-Klynblaetsyn

===Random Red Crow Facts:===

* True to Hellsguard beliefs, Red is wary of alchemists. However, she's a little more tolerant of them, after learning they make healing potions, which she likes.

* Red believes her cookpot is magic. "Put it over a campfire, and nothin'll bother your camp all night!" she boasts. Little does she know, it's not the cookpot, but the horrible smells coming from it that drive would-be predators away.

* Red was named by her older brother, Killing Sun. "Red" came from her fiery red hair, which resembled their mother's. "Crow" came from her habit of mimicking him when she was small. Rather than annoying him, he found ways to make it a game between them, thus strengthening their sibling bond.

* Despite her new-found confidence as a warrior, Red is still stricken with bouts of shyness in social situations, especially around flirtatious men. She tries -really- hard to hide it.

* Red hates to dance. She also hates wearing skirts or dresses, though that's not to say she doesn't look good in them.

* The Black armor she rebuilt and refitted for herself was once her brother's. It is all she found of him after years of searching. According to Ul'dahn records, he fell at Cartaneau. The armor was a pet project he'd been working on since before he left home.

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Red Crow

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==Red Crow== [[File:Red_avatar_pic.png|thumb|right|Red Crow, before the Facets incident]]

===General:===

Red Crow, or 'Red', as her friends know her, came from a small family of Hellsguard Roegadyn. True to their name, their job consisted of guarding one of the several volcanoes in the Thanalan region. After losing her parents to an Amalj'aa raiding party, and her older brother at Cartaneau, she spent a few years wandering the wilds before the search for her brother led her to Ul'dah.

Red's 'backwoods' ways are most evident when in refined company. Though she has grown more accustomed to civilized life, it took her some time to acclimate. Things as simple as titles of respect, such as 'Miss', confounded her, until it was explained that her friends were not confusing her for some other Roegadyn named 'Miss Crow', they were just being polite. Her naivete showed in other affairs, such as her adventures at a 'gala', which she mistook for a physical challenge, and the proper way to drink tea. Some found her innocence endearing, but it was not to last.

Shortly after arriving in Ul'dah, Red made contacts with a group known as the Facets of Eorzea. Though their mission was noble, there were many issues plaguing the group. From sabotaged link pearls to Imperial threats, Red stood with the Facets against their enemies, until the day the group welcomed one of the enemy into their fold. She pleaded with them to banish the known Imperial spy, who had been directly responsible for the harassment, assault, kidnapping, and attempted murder of several Facets, and who had acted with a small squad of Imperials to destroy the Facets' base in Summerford, La Noscea. Despite the overwhelming proof against the Imperial woman, the Facets chose to ignore Red. It was a harsh blow to the young warrior, and she cut ties with the group, leaving one last warning behind: "I can't protect you when you're dumb enough to not only let the enemy in the door, but make a bed for her, too."

Disillusioned and questioning herself, she went back to scouring the wilds for any trace of her brother's whereabouts. Rumors led her all over Eorzea, from the deserts of Thanalan to the sunken temple of Wanderer's Palace, all the way to Mhor Dhona. Only recently, has she been sighted once more among the numbers of Eorzean citizenry, though something seems to have changed about her.

===Appearance:===

Red is anything but dainty. Just over seven fulms tall, she fit right in with the rest of her family, who were likewise gifted with impressive height, but this same trait makes her stick out like a sore thumb in typical Eorzean company. Mountain life made her tough and resilient to most weather conditions, save the blizzards of Coerthas, and blessed her with a permanent tan. With bright red hair kept at a short to medium length, she usually has it all tucked up under a helm of some sort anyway, so don't expect a particularly neat style or the latest fashion with this one. Her eyes are a very pale golden yellow, and in low light, appear to glow. All she knows is both she and her brother had their mother's eyes; she doubts there's any mystical reason behind their color.

Red is very much a tomboyish sort, and can normally be found in armor, or some type of work clothes with her massive battleaxe close at hand. Dresses and skirts make her uncomfortable; she'd much rather be in some dingy pair of pants, digging up ore or turning out bits of armor and jewelry. She does, however, have an appreciation for lipstick, her favorite color being some shade of berry.

Since her latest return from the wilds, Red's appearance has changed considerably. Her hair has darkened, more closely resembling her brother's, and the armor she now favors is a black set which she has refitted herself. Along with the remains of a scar running over her right eye, Red seems to have given up the one girlish habit she had back in Ul'dah: she no longer bothers with lipstick. The effect gives her a much more stern, significantly-less 'innocent' appearance.

[[File:Red; Mhor Dhona.png|thumb|Red Crow, after her return to civilization]]

===Behavior:===

Back when Red first came to Ul'dah, she seldom showed any emotional signs of the struggles she'd been through. She didn't hide the fact she'd lost her family, and had no idea if her brother were alive or dead, but she'd tell anyone willing to listen, just in case someone might have seen or heard of a Roegadyn man fitting her brother's description. This sort of 'therapy' was normal to her, having come from a very open and honest family. Nothing really seemed to bother her, and she was seldom found to be in anything but a good mood. She could sympathize, or at least empathize, with anyone's plight, within reason (as the Facets incident later proved). Red's loyalty to her friends and compassionate nature were reinforced with aurochs-like stubbornness, and a drive to protect those in need of defending. Some of this changed after the ordeal with the Facets, though.

During her time in the wilds, Red sought to better understand herself. In particular, she wanted to know why her friends would disregard her over a known Imperial spy, and threat to the group. While she followed rumors of Cartaneau survivors, she underwent several challenges and experiences that made her reevaluate how she presented herself to others. She had been naive. She had been foolish and innocent, ignorant of the 'civilized' customs. No more. She found within herself a warrior's will and the power to back it.

She led excursions into dangerous territory, and fought until her people were safe. She began to make a name for herself, and with it came the respect she'd been lacking before. Now, when she gives an order, people listen, and their obedience is rewarded with victory. No longer does she act like some silly girl from the hill country. She is the last of her line. She is the bane of Primals, and the nightmare that haunts Imperial dreams. She is the warrior Red Crow.

===Retainer Files on Red Crow:===

"'bold'" 3rd Sun of the 5th Astral Moon, 7th Umbral Era

Personal Journal of Baenstymm Klynblaetsyn "'bold'"

Though it is not required, I have found it beneficial to maintain a record during my services as a retainer, not only to ensure the quality of my services, but for nostalgia’s sake as well. It seems adventurers are a short-lived sort these days, with this being my third assignment in twice as many years.

I currently find myself under contract with one Red Crow, a Hellsguard woman possessed of talents with both the sword and great axe. Though I am well-trained, there is always a certain degree of nervousness, for lack of a better term, I feel before the initial meeting with a new charge. I like to know all I can about a charge beforehand, so I may prevent awkward conversations or unwelcome questions. However, there is a noted lack of information on this charge.

She is preceded by a reputation laden with feats of heroism and bravery that rival those previously under my care. Her adventuring began in Ul’dah, where she trained as a gladiator. Her deeds gained her such notoriety that, in time, she gained favor with the Sultana and became the personal envoy of Flame General Raubahn Aldynn. It was during an assignment under the Flame General that she came to Limsa Lominsa, and there soon returned after her duty was complete to begin training as a marauder. Again, after a relatively short time here in Limsa, her deeds earned her an audience with Admiral Merylwyb Bloefhiswyn. Renowned for her expertise and unshakable determination, it was only a matter of time before others of similar skill and conscience sought her out.

Her deeds, from defending the helpless to recovering lost or stolen property, are numerous and indicate someone who cares for the common folk. Her victories, especially those earned despite facing insurmountable odds, cast her in a fearless light. However, I can find no record of a personal life. She has no permanent address, though she seems to prefer the inns of Ul’dah and Limsa Lominsa. None have heard her speak of a family, save a brother thought lost at Cartaneau.

Despite all she has accomplished, she seems a rather private individual. I can only hope Fate is more kind to her than It has been to those who have come before her. In the meantime, I shall do my utmost to fulfill my role as her retainer. My thoughts will have to wait; I am told she has arrived.

-Klynblaetsyn

"'bold'"4th Sun of the 5th Astral Moon, 7th Umbral Era

Personal Journal of Baenstymm Klynblaetsyn "'bold'"

The initial meeting with my new charge was… interesting. As is customary with the hiring of retainers, it is the charge’s prerogative to don their caretakers with a ‘nickname’. Many have suffered under this allowance, myself included. During this meeting, that minor concern was quickly erased. Apparently, Red Crow was told of this tradition, yet rather than address me with some silly or derogatory title, she simply asked me my name. I told her, and she gave a nod. I asked if another would please her more, knowing Seawolf names are sometimes hard to pronounce, but she shook her head, even laughed a little. She said my mother saw fit to give me such a name, and, as she put it, “I’ll be damned if I undermine the woman who birthed a beast like you.” I have to admit, I am rather large, even for a Roegadyn. Still, I find her candid demeanor somewhat amusing, if not even refreshing, after… well, I shall leave it at that.

We exchanged pleasantries, to an extent, and I quickly learned she does not like titles of any sort. I pride myself with providing the utmost in courteous service, so it is only natural that I address women with titles of ‘Miss’, ‘Lady’, or ‘Madam’. Red Crow would have none of this business, and insisted she does not know a ‘Miss Crow’, and she very seldom misses her mark. I laughed despite myself; I forget sometimes that the Hellsguard names are meant to describe and help merchants or employers remember a specific Hellsguard. As for ‘Lady Crow’ or ‘Madam Crow’, she made a face and shook her head fervently at either option, insisting yet again I address her as ‘Red’. Never have I had such an informal charge! Then again, I am beginning to believe Red is unlike the typical charges we retainers are trained to serve.

She does not quite know what to do with a retainer, I feel. Case in point, after our meeting, she turned to leave. As is my duty, I fell in step just slightly behind and to her right. Several times, she glanced back at me, each time her expression growing more curious. We were nearing the Drowned Wench when finally she spun around, brows furrowed and hands on her hips.

“The hells’re you followin’ me for?!” Oh gods, how I fought back the laughter! With some difficulty, I kept my composure and explained to her the duties of a retainer; how, if she wished it, I would tend to her market affairs for her, buying and selling items of interest, keeping her armor and weaponry clean and in good working order. And, in the event of her time spent in the city, if she should desire my presence simply for the company, I was obliged to comply. I must say, she’s not one to hide her emotions, for she quickly took on a look of bewilderment.

“What about your family? Things you wanna do? Godsdamn, you’ve got better things to do than babysit a grown woman!” Again, it took a significant amount of willpower to maintain my humor at her rough manner of speaking. I informed her that, as a retainer, it was my sole duty to see to her every need and comfort as long as she required. I explained that I was contractually-bound to remain within city limits, so while she is gone on duty, I remain behind. After her affairs are in order, then I may have time for my own needs. As for my family, I took the job as a Retainer in order to stay in the city and close to my elderly father. No sooner had I finished explaining than she gave a stern nod and crossed her arms over her chest.

“Then I want you to take the rest of the day and go see to your dad.” I was nearly speechless. I believe she took my surprise as preparation for an argument, because she pointed a finger at me and settled those pale, unblinking eyes on me. “If I need you for somethin’, I’ll ring that little bell in my inn room. Until then, get outta here.”

Never have I dealt with such a brash, rough-toned woman, but perhaps this is common for Hellsguards? Still, as unrefined as she may be, there is no denying she has a sense of honor about her. By her presentation, she commands respect, but she gives it as well. She can be stern, but she seems quick to smile and draw similar emotions from those around her.

I am very curious to see what becomes of Miss Red Crow.

-Klynblaetsyn

"'bold'" 9th Sun of the 5th Astral Moon, 7th Umbral Era

Personal Journal of Baenstymm Klynblaetsyn "'bold'"

It has been some time since I last documented my thoughts and recollections. Much has happened in a short while, and only now do I find time to gather my thoughts.

The morning of my second sun as Red Crow’s retainer began in a flurry. I arrived shortly after a summons to find her donned in full plate, her marauder’s axe across her back, and her hands busy packing a large backpack with various sundries. Naturally, I assumed she had called me to assist, though when I moved to do so, she stopped me with an upheld hand.

“I got this; just wanted to let you know I’m gonna be gone for a few suns on duty.”

I understood, and expected a list of duties of my own to see to in her stead, but Red just looked at me. I realized she must not understand, so I asked. She chuckled and shook her head, admitting she had forgotten she had ‘help’ for once and had already seen to business. I was growing concerned that if this pattern progressed, I would find myself either growing lazy and complacent in my duties, or she would release me altogether. Perhaps my concern showed on my face, for next I knew, she was holding out a handful of small stones to me.

“I forgot this, though. Hang onto these for me; keep ‘em safe for when I get back.” It was a small task, trivial at best, at least until I took the objects. I realized immediately they were materia. With that, she hefted her pack onto her shoulder and made for the door. She stopped suddenly; I thought perhaps she had changed her mind. What little I know of Red…

“You have a good visit with you dad?”

I informed her I had, though I was surprised by the question.

“He doin’ alright? Need anything, either of you, while I’m out? I should be in the Ul’dah area.”

I was, for lack of a better term, floored by her interest in our welfare. I suppose I wore such an expression, for she chuckled at me and nodded. She instructed me that, should I think of anything, to send a letter to the Ul’dahn adventurer’s guild, in the care of Mistress Momodi. With that, she left, leaving me standing dumbstruck in the middle of her room, holding a handful of materia.

For several suns, I busied myself with various odd-jobs and tasks. I secured Red’s materia as asked, saw that her room was well-tended for her return, then spent my remaining time with my father and seeing to my own business. With no idea when Red Crow would return, I kept myself busy the first few suns. However, I would be remiss if I did not admit to growing concern when, by the fourth moon, I had neither seen nor heard anything from my charge.

Quite before dawn this morning, I finally received a summons. Regardless of the time, I rushed to the inn. I found Red’s door slightly ajar and, when I studied it further, noted what appeared to be a strap from her pack was blocking the door’s closure. Fearful of the state in which I might find her, I knocked gently, but received no reply. This only heightened my concern, and I pushed the door open. She was collapsed across the bed and wrapped in bandages. Her armor, I found, was stacked neatly behind the door, and I realized then my summons had been accidental. It appeared that, as well as preventing the door from closing completely, her pack and slipped against the armor, shifting it just enough to knock the summoning bell from its pedestal nearby. Red must have been unconscious the moment she hit the bed, for the bell still lay on the floor by the doorway.

I thought to call for a healer, but quickly realized what I took to be bandaging was dirty, but not bloody. The wrappings seemed to be strategically placed, and I knew then they acted to protect against the heavy, chafing plate armor she wore. Seeing all was well, I pulled a cover over her and turned to leave. I was moving her pack away from the door when she spoke.

I stopped, thinking perhaps she had awoken, but when I turned back, she appeared to still be sleeping soundly. No sooner had I reached for the doorknob again, than once more she spoke, this time clearly.

“Can’t find sun. Come home. Help.”

Perhaps it was the early hour; maybe it was her exhaustion. But whatever the reason, Red Crow did not sound like herself. She sounded very much like a scared young girl, and I found it unsettling. I did not wish to wake her, only help her rest, so once more I made my way to her bedside, this time to tuck the sheet in around her. The furrow eased from her brow and with a sigh, she fell silent once more.

I have a feeling what I witnessed was a ghost of a very private memory. Red has yet to speak of a family of her own, living or otherwise. I find myself speculating on her sleep-speaking; was she lost from them? Stolen away? Perhaps the latter, considering whatever dream or nightmare she was trapped in, was apparently very dark. Then again, maybe it’s only a dream her tired mind conjured. It’s none of my business, I know, but I can’t help but wonder.

-Klynblaetsyn

"'bold'" 11th Sun of the 5th Astral Moon, 7th Umbral Era

Private Journal of Baenstymm Klynblaetsyn "'bold'"

After a full sun of rest, Red Crow finally regained consciousness. I cannot say exactly when she awoke, only that she summoned me (on purpose this time) around mid-morning today. I arrived at her quarters to find her bathed and clad in traditional Hellsguard clothing, looking much more lively than when last I’d seen her. She seemed in good spirits, calling me in shortly after I knocked at her door.

She was sitting at the small table, tending her armor and weapon. She gestured to a nearby seat and began asking about what she’d missed in Limsa Lominsa while she was away. I picked up a gauntlet and began cleaning it with a rag from a pile on the table while I informed her of the day-to-day business in the city. Before I could finish the one glove, another knock came at the door. I discovered Red had ordered room service. I could hardly refrain from casting her a look of disapproval; after all, I could easily have gone out to procure provisions for her had she but asked.

She chuckled and motioned to the seat again, and informed me my duty today was that of ‘company’. I agreed and took my seat once again, after the inn’s help left the room. As I picked the gauntlet back up, I caught Red giving me a curious look. I informed her that I could tend armor and keep company simultaneously, and at that she laughed, but nodded. I have come to realize that, left to her own devices, Red would have little use for a retainer, therefor I must make my own work to stay useful.

No sooner had I set back to work, than she surprised me yet again by pushing a plate of food in front of me, then began gathering items onto a second dish. I politely declined the offer, but she would hear nothing of it. She insisted with, “I don’t eat in front of people, and I don’t talk to the back of anybody’s head, so eat the damn food already. I ordered enough for an army, anyway.” I could hardly argue with such eloquence.

So passed our late morning, cleaning, chatting, and discussing various topics between bites of food. I had earlier considered asking her about the dream, but there seemed to be no traces of its phantasm left, so I opted to let it go. It’s not my place to pry, anyhow. She did, however, volunteer several tales from her recent adventure, and while her stories were interesting, to say the least, one in particular stood out. Apparently, Red had received an invitation, along with –many- others, to a gala event. I could only imagine her storming the gates in bloodied armor, her axe dripping gore from a recent battle, all while people dressed in the latest finery looked on, appalled! She surprised me when she said she’d actually ‘cleaned up’ before she went. I learned soon after, that meant a quick dip in a stream and the donning of the very clothing she currently wore, no doubt wrinkled at the time from suns stuffed in a pack. She admitted she had no idea what to expect, but soon learned a ‘gala’ is a line-standing event, to see who can wait the longest. The ‘winners’ then get ushered into a building and packed in until the floors groan in protest, again culling the ‘weak-willed’. Those who stick it out, are rewarded with a table, food, and company of a few decent people. I cannot say if there were other notes of interest, for by this time, I was laughing so hard, I could scarcely catch my breath! When she admitted defeat at the ‘hands of the gala’ when dancing was expected, my eyes streamed with laughter! I know she simply does not know of these civilized activities, but her tale… it was as if she had gone in search of a glorious quest, rather than a social gathering!

After a few moments to compose myself, and a few more spent in comfortable silence, we returned to cleaning the armor. I paused a moment to ask a question of her gala experience to find her fixated on one particular segment of her chest plate. The humor had vanished from her countenance, in its place an expression I was unfamiliar with. Though her brow remained smooth, and no frown distorted her lips, she had gained an unsettling glare directed at something caught between two of the segments in the armor. She was eerily still, sitting perfectly motionless, not even a blink of an eye to belie the life in her. Only one hand moved as she pulled free a strip of what appeared to be dull, black leather. With that death-stare still on the object, she bound it in one of the cleaning cloths, then resumed her business with her armor. For a moment, I sat in wary silence, looking between the small bundle and Red. Was it my place to ask?

I was thinking how best to approach what must be a delicate situation when she spoke. “Amalj’aa.” I felt my eyes widen and my gaze immediately fell back to the cloth.

“If I’m close to one of their territories, I make a special trip, just for them.” She couldn’t mean that was a –piece- of one? The question must have been written on my face, for she looked up at me and gave a nod. “If I find an encampment, I clear it. I keep an eye on ‘em, ‘cuz they’re known for reusin’ old camps from time to time. That, though,” she nods to the bundle, “that’s gonna get burnt. I don’t keep trophies, if that’s what you’re wonderin’. But I don’t spare them any neat, tidy little cuts either. Pieces fly off sometimes. Looks like that one just stuck with me.”

I know there is no love lost between citizens of Thanalan and the Amalj’aa, but Red seemed to harbor a particularly violent hatred of the beastmen. My mind churned with unasked questions. Perhaps she feared what I was thinking, for she spoke again.

“Few years back, a group of those bastards came through my family’s place. It was just me and my parents; my older brother, Killing Sun, had gotten involved with the war and was supposedly stationed nearby. Near Cartaneu.” While she talked, she kept her attention on her armor, her face that same, strange blank expression as when she’d liberated the beastman offal from her armor. “We knew they were comin’, and that there were a –lot- of ‘em. My parents sent me out to look for Sun. I know now it was just to protect me. There’s no way I could’ve got to him and made it back in time.”

She reached for an oilcloth and gave a quiet sigh. “Never did find Sun. Wasn’t anything left worth savin’ when I made it back home, except for my cookpot.” She nodded near the door, where she had stacked her armor upon her return. There, tied to her pack, was a medium-sized black iron pot with a lid and ladle secured in place. I looked back to her, just in time to see the first sign of that unsettling expression finally breaking. A faint twitch at the corner of her mouth gave way to a soft smirk, “I’m terrible with it, but it’s alright. Thing’s enchanted. Put it over a fire, and nothin’ll bother your camp all night.”

I only smiled in return. What do you say after hearing something like that? An apology doesn’t seem appropriate. Instead, we just let silence settle in around us once more, and we returned to cleaning the last of her armor. We spoke later on, just idle chat. I let her guide the talk, and avoided any questions that might stir up those hurtful memories.

After learning about this, I can’t help but feel some degree of guilt for overhearing her speaking in her sleep. I also feel sorry for her, the poor girl left to fend for herself in the wake of war and violence. I imagine this is why she avoids speaking of her past. Red doesn’t seem to feel sorry for herself, and I believe she doesn’t want others feeling sorry for her either. Perhaps I should tell her how I found her that night?

-Klynblaetsyn

===Random Red Crow Facts:===

* True to Hellsguard beliefs, Red is wary of alchemists. However, she's a little more tolerant of them, after learning they make healing potions, which she likes.

* Red believes her cookpot is magic. "Put it over a campfire, and nothin'll bother your camp all night!" she boasts. Little does she know, it's not the cookpot, but the horrible smells coming from it that drive would-be predators away.

* Red was named by her older brother, Killing Sun. "Red" came from her fiery red hair, which resembled their mother's. "Crow" came from her habit of mimicking him when she was small. Rather than annoying him, he found ways to make it a game between them, thus strengthening their sibling bond.

* Despite her new-found confidence as a warrior, Red is still stricken with bouts of shyness in social situations, especially around flirtatious men. She tries -really- hard to hide it.

* Red hates to dance. She also hates wearing skirts or dresses, though that's not to say she doesn't look good in them.

* The Black armor she rebuilt and refitted for herself was once her brother's. It is all she found of him after years of searching. According to Ul'dahn records, he fell at Cartaneau. The armor was a pet project he'd been working on since before he left home.

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