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Ira Irrehund

2015-08-06T17:33:10Z

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{{Infobox-character
| name = Ira Irrehund
| image =
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| caption = "If Thal's crotch is in your face, you're definitely dead."
| title =
| gender = Female
| race = Highlander, Hyur
| stat_1 = Age
| stat_1_value = 32
| stat_2 = Height
| stat_2_value = 6 fulm, 2 ilms
| stat_3 = Weight
| stat_3_value = Questionable
| stat_4 = Profession
| stat_4_value = Soldier, Gladiator
| stat_5 = Patron Deity
| stat_5_value = Halone
| stat_6 = Server
| stat_6_value = Balmung
}}

==Appearance==

A tall highlander, standing around six fulm and two ilms. Short red hair, usually dyed for a richer red colour, it is pulled back to present her features well. Her face bears a tough, glaring expression featuring golden yellow eyes and Ala Mihgan tattoos that stroke across her left side of the face. Her jaw seems chiseled, sharply defined to the chin. Her body is relatively lean, yet very muscular almost as if built for war and combat. Her posture is straight, serious at work however she has been known to slump outside of her profession in a relaxed and lazy fashion. Her body and face possess some noticeable scarring. On the face her left eyebrow cuts off twice from two minute slash scars. Her back holds very deep, claw like scars that trail down her back down to the base of the spine. Both arms carry an arrangement of multiple bite marks, presumably from animals judging by the very defined indents they've produced. It is clear that she is someone who tends to fight a lot, without actually looking at her background.

==History==

Born Ala Mihgan Ira possesses few memories of her homeland due to age, however the Garlean invasion has been burned in her mind like a mental scar. Her Clan, a gathering of both family and non-family relations, managed to migrate to Eorzea and few still reside in Little Ala Mhigo to this day. She was trained in the art of war, the tradition of the landsknecht so that she may take part in the reclaiming of Gyr Abania, but eventually that dream soon ran dry. Rather than potting herself lazy like the rest of her clan were, she decided to find work in Ul'dah. Work for someone like her was not easy to come by, as most were given to companies before her (a freelance). Her eyes drifted to the coliseum as a way to make ends meet when simply mercenary work was just not available. She earned her name "Blood Hound" in the Sands for having a unusual perk towards blood. Her strength, along with her senses, seem to peek when blood is drawn either by her or her opponent. Many of the Highlanders simply refered it to "The Madness", a state that usually would bring a warrior down frothing in the mouth and is one that was basically uncontrollable in their actions. Yet this woman beared not a single symptom, only appearing to be significantly more threatening and enraged like she was riding the state of mind rather than be trampled by it.

==Personality==

Blunt, forward yet still light hearted and quite a positive character with a strong hold on loyalty. Tends to take the direct approach to things rather than finding a reasonable one. Has a habit of complimenting women, throwing her blunt and forward personality at the poor individual. Is often perceived as an oddball, being very relaxed and at ease when not dealing with work to the point of almost looking and sounding lazy yet is constantly down to earth and always to the point when deal with work or a serious situation. In combat she constantly gives off an air of intimidation and acts like an un-moving wall when acting defensively, constantly throwing comments to taunt and aggravate with the intent on enraging. Secretly she is a masochist, often grinning in excitement when taking a beating and feeding off the adrenaline.

==Affiliations and Known Associates==
[To be done when things get down with the boogy]

===Likes===
* Whisky
* Women
* Chocobos
* Running

===Dislikes===
* Idiots
* Men that just don't stop flirting
* Braggers

===Rumours===
The following rumours can be heard about Ira. (If your character has an opinion about her, feel free to add it here.)

====Common rumours====
* "She does nothing but tease every woman she comes across. Has she any restraint?"
* "A bold woman indeed, I'm surprised she struggles with coin with such a work-hard attitude."

====Uncommon rumours====
* "She looks so relaxed outside of fighting. No one ever expects her to be such a savage animal."
* "I heard she had a lover, but lost her due to her presence in combat. No longer she's always looking around."

====Rare rumours====
* "The look in her eyes when she fights is terrifying. The way she roars out makes it sound like she's fighting something inside, rather than outside."
* "She is a mad murderer. She could be drenched in blood and still hold that grin like it's a sport."

====What PCs are saying====
Add your rumour here below by copying the below line and replacing the "My rumour here!" text with your rumour.
* My rumour here!

===Known Haunts===
You might have run into or otherwise know Ira from:

* Anywhere in La Noscea
* Quicksand
* Coliseum, though more under the name as Blood Hound than her actual name.
* Goblet

Ira Lyon

2015-08-05T14:47:15Z

Septha:

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| gender = Female
| race = Highlander, Hyur
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| stat_1_value = 28
| stat_2 = Height
| stat_2_value = 6 fulm, 2 ilms
| stat_3 = Weight
| stat_3_value = "BAHAHAHAHAHA"
| stat_4 = Profession
| stat_4_value = Bodyguard, Tracker
| stat_5 = Patron Deity
| stat_5_value = Nald'Thal
| stat_6 = Server
| stat_6_value = Balmung
}}

==Appearance==

A tall highlander, standing around six fulm and two ilms. Shoulder length hair, usually dyed red however has been seen to have natural dark brown on the very odd occasion (mostly for special events). Under the stands bears a tough, glaring face featuring golden yellow eyes and unusual Ala Mihgan tattoo that stroke across her left side of the face. Her jaw seems chiselled, sharply defined to the chin. Her body is lean, yet very muscular almost as if built for high explosive damage in bursts yet holding onto a high amount of stamina. Her posture is straight, serious at work however she has been known to slump outside of her profession in a relaxed and lazy fashion. Her body and face possess some noticable scarring. On the face her left eyebrow cuts off twice from two minute slash scars. Her back holds very deep, claw like scars that trail down her back down to the base of the spine. Both arms carry an arrangement of multiple bite marks, presumably from animals judging by the very defined indents they've produced.

==History==

'''Early Life
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Born Ala Mihgan, Ira does not possess any memories of her homeland past the fact that she was dragged off at a very young age by her mother to escape for some reason, it is unsure if it was due to the Garlean invasion for for some other reason. Such an escape led to abandonment as they arrived near Limsa Lominsa as her mother, Isa Lyon, eventually revealed her real intentions. She simply wished to leave for the life of a pirate after being influenced by other pirates that rested along the border due to grounding. Ira would soon learn that there was no way around this situation and that she herself had to live for herself, to survive on her own. What started off as simple begging soon turned to petty heft and minor crimes, taking what was available to her through her agile nature. Through the many years she was caught, however was simply tossed aside to try again due to her childish nature.
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Such a life of hiding and hunting grew tiresome and soon Ira would leave Limsa for a different method of survival and upkeep, mercenary work. Despite her being a young adult she still strived and worked her best, becoming a bodyguard and a tracker for those who needed such a thing. Even now, almost ten cycles later, she still strives under the same job and still aims to take what she earns and deserves.

'''Anemoi Saga'''

Through mercenary work and constant vicious clashes between mother and daughter, Ira soon discovered more about herself and where she was from. Through a line of contacts she soon discovered her father to be one of the last remaining "Anemoi" clan members, a clan that dedicated themselves to a powerful martial art known as "Wind Cutting". Her mother abandoned the life for chasing and freedom, opting to push aside the important task of keeping an art only found in Gyr Abania alive. Her father was found in Ul'dah, a gambling addict after giving up on the resistance he was so determined to work for. Through time together, she learned of the Wind Cutting art to it's most basic form and on her namesday she received a crystal which was said to hold the memories of former martial artists that worked and developed the art that is now almost lost.

Training to keep the art going, finding it to be not only a useful tool she can use (and not be pathetically bad at), her mother caught news and retaliated. She deemed the idea to be idiotic and that past things should remain in the past. Conflict ensued again and eventually both mother and father clashed, ending only in both's lives being lost. The ordeal shocked Ira's system and she ended up resorting to leaving her work behind to come to reason with herself and what had been going on. An entire moon it took before she returned to her work with both a stronger mind and a greater understanding of herself and what she possesses. Now she uses the crystal to strengthen her own art of wind cutting and through trials she is developing her own style and own logic behind the art itself.

==Personality==

Blunt, forward yet still light hearted and quite a positive character with a strong hold on loyalty. Tends to take the direct approach to things rather than finding a reasonable one. Has a habit of complimenting women, throwing her blunt and forward personality at the poor individual. Is often perceived as an oddball, being very relaxed and at ease when not dealing with work to the point of almost looking and sounding lazy yet is constantly down to earth and always to the point when deal with work or a serious situation. In combat she constantly gives off an air of intimidation and acts like an un-moving wall when acting defensively, constantly throwing comments to taunt and aggravate with the intent on enraging. Secretly she is a masochist, often grinning in excitement when taking a beating and feeding off the adrenaline.

==Affiliations and Known Associates==
[To be done when things get down with the boogy]

===Likes===
* Whisky
* Women
* Chocobos
* Running
* Seaside

===Dislikes===
* Idiots
* Men that just don't stop flirting
* Braggers

===Rumours===
The following rumours can be heard about Ira. (If your character has an opinion about her, feel free to add it here.)

====Common rumours====
* "Coeurlcu'er? woman's crazier than a bat'er. So nutters in fact she'd prolly wrestle wif titan 'imself all alone n' prolly win too." - Grounded Pirate
* "Hm, I've done business with her plenty of times. A real snake when work is involved, it's hard to negotiate with her." - Ul'dah Merchant

====Uncommon rumours====
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====Rare rumours====
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====What PCs are saying====


===Known Haunts===
You might have run into or otherwise know Ira from:

* Anywhere in Limsa
* Quicksand
* Sapphire Avenue Exchange
* Goblet

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X'Septha Dhen

2015-06-29T15:44:27Z

Septha:

[[Due to death and a soft reset, this page will no longer be updated but will serve as a history of the past. Please refer to '''[[Septhaja_Hellebore|here]]''' for the "new" Septha.]]

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| image = Qqqqq.png
| imagewidth = 300
| caption = "I'm not insulting, I'm only stating the truth in front of me."
| title = Voidkiller
| gender = Female
| citizenship =
| race = Miqo'te
| clan = Seeker
| stat_1 = Age
| stat_1_value = 16 (States she's 20)
| stat_2 = Guardian
| stat_2_value = Oschon, the Wanderer
| stat_3 = Occupation
| stat_3_value = Researcher, eccentric asshole.
| stat_4 = Server
| stat_4_value = Balmung
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=== '''● History''' ===
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7 cycles prior...

Proud daughter of an aether researcher, the Lynx tribe of La Noscea was known to be hunters of knowledge rather than that of beasts. Being brought up to learn to read, she developed a knack for thaumatergy and arcanima to which she grew to become a powerful mage. What happened inside the tribe however was less of simple knowledge gathering, but rather a hunt and conquest for power by the Nuhn, Master X'Dhen. Simple aether book finding gradually grew to deeper, more treacherous depths. The Void. Despite the warnings of the tribe, X'Dhen took his studies further in an attempt to become a Black Mage, something that was lost with good reason. Instead of gaining the potential and power, he summoned an incubus instead.

Mezvyra

Mezvyra proceeded to take the aether, the lives, of as many of the tribe members as possible. His aim of course was to take it all, then perhaps keep the promise of power later. X'Septha's family was slaughtered right before her eyes, either the bodies being tempered to serve or outright killed. A choice was made, either she wiped the source and banish the Voidkin to save the tribe or simply run. In an attempt to save the rest of the tribe she attacked her father, burning him alive. The deed wasn't finished however, as the voidkin was still at large and still attacking. Her only choice as a child, just barely at the age of 13, was to seal the voidkin using the same method that was used to summon. Using her father as the medium, she shoved the voidkin into the aetheryte that tied her tribe's village to the world and using herself as a passive tether. A threat. Should she die outside of age, so will the aetheryte and the voidkin as well. The voidkin Mezvyra may no longer be able to escape and destroy the village, but she was now practically tethered to the demon in mind. His voice continues to make mockery of her, causing her to develop a self-loathing attitude towards herself.

Not being able to be influenced by the Void other than it giving petty words X'Septha now travels and seeks to find a way to remove the tether itself, to destroy Mezvyra for good and to have her mind nice and quite again. In an attempt to avoid the worst case scenario, she chained herself aetherically to the world in case of dead, to allow herself a second chance at life using thaumaturgy.

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Her continued strife of finding answers caught the attention of '''[[Varus Rosenthal]]''', whom attempted to pry her into his own work and make her an heir based on her magical strength and fortitude. She denied the invitation and the two of them begun fighting, X'Septha wanting Varus dead and him wanting X'Septha dead or alive. The conflict spread over the moon and it gradually wore her down, Varus taking advantage of her lack of combat ability due to her use of illusions and he started taking things away from her to wear her down further and further. First was her arms, second her pride, third her conscience and lastly her ability to trust. Using on of his minions, he fooled X'Septha into running after Varus in an attempt to gain answers. The result was a fight to the death, one that ended in a loss. X'Septha was ambushed from behind as she attempted the final strike and was struck from behind, and instant death awaited.

The anchor to the world saved her from fully losing herself to the abyss but now she simply wanders around as a ghost in the world, visible and able to hold conversation but cannot partake in regular things like any living person would. Would she return back to the world to start again?
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=== '''● Appearance''' ===
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Septha's figure stands as someone exceptionally scrawny, lacking both fat and muscle in her figure. Her hair is long, dark brown and tends to be tied in a middle height ponytail and out of the eyes. It's rarely seen without the ponytail. She possesses tribal paint across her face, though it changes depending on the situation or cause, however a gem on her forehead remains in the same place regardless and is never moved. To outsides her manner of standing is very straight, the posture imposing and intimidating to those that dare to be nearby. Her silver white eyes constantly glare regardless of the expression, presenting a very threatening look even if she does not mean it.

Under the hood, so to speak, reveals small evidence to her intimidating presence. She bears no arms, both removed at different lengths and each on bearing an entirely different appearance as if holding a story of what has occurred. Her left arm shows a shoulder almost lost, layers of scarring drop from the top right down to what was the under arm. Each layer of scarring melts into one another, telling a story of vicious cutting with a jagged tool along with burning of the flesh. Her right possesses a stump that cuts merely a few inches off from the shoulder, the cut clean and the scarring much more smoother than the left side presenting evidence of proper amputation. The shoulders bear minute burning scars, much deeper in colour than on the left side due to it's aetheric nature. Ceruleum burns. Her right eye (visually left) seems duller in tone, much less shine. A glass fake, merely made to be manipulated to look like a real eye. She is always accompanied by a pair of prosthetic limbs and while they look quite real, there is a constant hum and a strange eye constantly looking around from right wrist. A blue eye, always watching and always wary, is a mammet core. It controls and operates the arms based on knowledge or on the user's feelings or vocal commands. It has the capacity to shut itself, guarding from any attacks.

=== '''● Apparel''' ===

Septha's wardrobe is ever changing, not due to her constant flow of clothing but due to her lack of care. She tends to wear through clothing very quickly and as such what she wears can be unpredictable. The common theme is to cover the arms as much as possible to hide their prosthetic nature due to insecurity. Her comfort is pants over skirts and dresses, allowing freedom of movement. Robes are a common wear, the more accessible for pants they are the better. Gloves are a must wear outside and she is almost never seen without, once again due to insecurities. Colour themes are usually dark, avoid too much bright colours.

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== <div style="padding:10px 15px; background:#2C3539; font-size:20px; color:#ffffff">'''Personality'''</div> ==

=== '''● Alignment''' ===

Chaotic Neutral - Septha tends to spend most of her life on a whim, most of her actions being spontaneous. Her actions are extremely unpredictable and her disdain view on law and order generally broadens her options on actions. Self interest drives her the most, yet anyone with strong knowledge on her still have a hard time understanding what she's going to do next.

=== '''● Motivations/Goals''' ===

Aside from her constant self loathing, Septha has no motivations nor goals in life. She lives her life how she wishes, the things she wishes to do change constantly like the weather. As of late however she's taken to teaching her new companion "Fidget" to understand her and understand the world around him, along with what he needs to do to aid Septha. Even her magic, heavily thaumatergy, does not seem a goal or motivation and she seems to continue her study at her own pace rather than full dedication like most mages.

=== '''● Disposition''' ===

Septha has a driving personality when it comes to keeping people away from her. She can and will shove people away, through intimidation or constant flat out rejection. If people continue to persist and she doesn't have any fondness for them, she can resort to violence to shoo them away. This however is merely a protective shell for her thoughts and feelings. Her true nature is one that is constantly on edge. She is genuinely afraid of the world around her, the more bad things that happen the worse this fear grows and as such she is never seen truly content nor happy. Good things tend to put her pain and fear at ease, but only temporary and the numb feeling dulls out over time. Instead of outright dealing with the situation and seek aid from others, she outright gone and pushed people away instead and to hide her true motives and feelings around those she feels comfortable around. The closer she gets with a person, the more she starts to open up the more pain and fear she starts to feel.

To her, she knows fully well everything she does to everyone is a lie, but a lie she deems as something she has to do to ease the pain of the trauma she's experienced.

== <div style="padding:10px 15px; background:#2C3539; font-size:20px; color:#ffffff">'''Tendencies'''</div> ==

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===<div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #2C3539; font-size:14px; color:#FFFFFF"><center>'''● Likes'''</center></div> ===
:<font style="color:#2C3539" size="3">■</font> Books
:<font style="color:#2C3539" size="3">■</font> Alcohol
:<font style="color:#2C3539" size="3">■</font> Tea
:<font style="color:#2C3539" size="3">■</font> Snacks
:<font style="color:#2C3539" size="3">■</font> Thaumatergy
:<font style="color:#2C3539" size="3">■</font> Aether Studies
:<font style="color:#2C3539" size="3">■</font> General conversations
:<font style="color:#2C3539" size="3">■</font> Ear scratching (From people she doesn't not like)

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=== <div style="padding:10px 35px; background:#2C3539; font-size:14px; color:#FFFFFF"><center><span class="mw-headline">'''● Dislikes'''</span></center></div> ===
:<font style="color:#2C3539" size="3">■</font> '''''EVERYTHING'''''
:<font style="color:#2C3539" size="3">■</font> Male Tribal Seekers
:<font style="color:#2C3539" size="3">■</font> Boasters/Show offs
:<font style="color:#2C3539" size="3">■</font> Idiotic people
:<font style="color:#2C3539" size="3">■</font> Mockery of size
:<font style="color:#2C3539" size="3">■</font> Discrimination on magical arts
:<font style="color:#2C3539" size="3">■</font> The Void/Voidtouched

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=== <div style="padding:10px 35px; background:#2C3539; font-size:14px; color:#FFFFFF"><center><span class="mw-headline">'''● Hobbies/Talents'''</span></center></div> ===
:<font style="color:#2C3539" size="3">■</font> Thaumatergy - Like how a knife can kill someone but can also be used to spread butter on your toast in the morning, Septha uses Thaumatergy to create small magic tricks that are completely harmless but make a fantastic show at someone's namesday party. That doesn't mean she cannot use it to harm others, but she is more reluctant to.
:<font style="color:#2C3539" size="3">■</font> Aether Studies
:<font style="color:#2C3539" size="3">■</font> Star watching
:<font style="color:#2C3539" size="3">■</font> Scrying - Be it fortune telling or simply grasping at the study of Astrology, X'Septha has a fondness for seeing into the future. Her dedication however has resulted in her being banned from playing any games with a chance element due to her ability to predict ahead of time.

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=== <div style="padding:10px 35px; background:#2C3539; font-size:14px; color:#FFFFFF"><center><span class="mw-headline">'''● Favorites'''</span></center></div> ===
:<font style="color:#2C3539" size="3">■</font> '''Favourite Food''': Steak (Any kind)
:<font style="color:#2C3539" size="3">■</font> '''Favourite Drink''': Herbal tea
:<font style="color:#2C3539" size="3">■</font> '''Favourite Place''': La Noscea
:<font style="color:#2C3539" size="3">■</font> '''Favourite Color''': Dark brown
:<font style="color:#2C3539" size="3">■</font> '''Favourite Animal''': Birds

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== <div style="padding:10px 15px; background:#2C3539; font-size:20px; color:#ffffff">'''Relationships'''</div><center>==
<div style="text-align: center;"><font style="color:#FA70BC" size="3"> ❤ </font> Crush <font style="color:#000000" size="3"> ❤ </font> Sexual Desire <font style="color:#FF0033" size="3"> ❤ </font> In love with <font style="color:#cc0000" size="3"> ➳ </font> In a relationship <font style="color:#629632" size="3"> ● </font> Good Standing <font style="color:#8f8377" size="3"> ● </font> Neutral Standing <font style="color:#C24640" size="3"> ● </font> Poor Standing
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===<div style="padding:10px 35px; background:#2C3539; font-size:14px; color:#FFFFFF"><span class="mw-headline">'''● Friends'''</span></div><div style="border:0px solid; padding:8px"> ===
:<span style="color:#629632"><span style="font-size: medium">● </span></span><span style="font-size: medium; text-align: -webkit-center"><span style="font-size:small">'''[[Brave Horizon]]''' – The first person who truly persisted in wanting to know Septha more. The two of them are close, with Septha relating Brave to a family member she had lost, akin to an older sister. She is extremely comfortable around Brave, considering her "big heart" a reason why she feels far more at ease talking about thing she usually wouldn't than to anyone else. Refers to as "Tall Blondie" or "Muscle Loader" .</span></span>
:<span style="color:#629632"><span style="font-size: medium">● </span></span><span style="font-size: medium; text-align: -webkit-center"><span style="font-size:small">'''[[Arcian Martell]]''' – Another person she appreciates having around. As much as she makes fun of her dimness, she knows fully well what the Highlander can do but never speaks of it. She considers Arcian to be a great friend, but refuses to openly admit it unless drunk. No one is sure why she won't admit it. Refers to as "Blondie" or "Dumbo".
:<span style="color:#629632"><span style="font-size: medium">● </span></span><span style="font-size: medium; text-align: -webkit-center"><span style="font-size:small">'''[[Kyraeth Vale]]''' – An unusual Hyur that she worked under for a single job, which eventually grew into a friendship. While she doesn't know all that much about her, nor does she really want to, her company is always appreciated along with the tea and snacks. Especially the snacks. Refers to as "Princess".
:<span style="color:#629632"><span style="font-size: medium">● </span></span><span style="font-size: medium; text-align: -webkit-center"><span style="font-size:small">'''[[Flickering Ember]]''' – Their conversations may be few in number, but X'Septha sees Ember as one of a kind heart. She can't help but feel comfortable around her, despite the constant nervous air X'Septha gives. Refers just as "Ember".
:<span style="color:#629632"><span style="font-size: medium">● </span></span><span style="font-size: medium; text-align: -webkit-center"><span style="font-size:small">'''[[Striding Oak]]''' - Oak earned near instant respect upon meeting, a rather rare case for X'Septha to do. The two get along very well and X'Septha is eager and willing to aid Oak in any way she can. She has quietly dubbed Oak as a "carrier", though she will not admit to what it means. Refers to as "Shrub".
:<span style="color:#629632"><span style="font-size: medium">● </span></span><span style="font-size: medium; text-align: -webkit-center"><span style="font-size:small">'''[[Reima Awen]]''' If there is anyone that X'Septha would invite to a tea party every time, it would be Reima. Their fascination for all things lost and mythical cause them to compliment each other likes sweets and tea. X'Septha is definitely not afraid to talk endlessly about the old ways of thaumaturgy and their ancient grimoires with Reima. Refers to as "Missus Faerytale".

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===<div style="padding:10px 35px; background:#2C3539;font-size:14px;color:#FFFFFF;"><span class="mw-headline">'''● Acquaintances'''</span></div>===
:<span style="color:#8f8377"><span style="font-size: medium">● </span></span><span style="font-size: medium; text-align: -webkit-center"><span style="font-size:small">'''[[Leon Greymoon]]''' - They often talk and have interesting discussions, but X'Septha doesn't really hold anything to or against him. Perhaps it's just the lack of knowing him. He does pester her a lot about her "adorable antics", which irritates her a lot, but she knows it's simply out of fun and this she hasn't attempted to send Leon to the Umbral Plane.
:<span style="color:#8f8377"><span style="font-size: medium">● </span></span><span style="font-size: medium; text-align: -webkit-center"><span style="font-size:small">'''[[Bertrand Irons]]''' - They met under awkward circumstances, but X'Septha doesn't mind the doctor and his humour. She'd love to talk with him over lunch, but they always end up in the awkward "patient|doctor" situation due to X'Septha old habit of self destruction.
:<span style="color:#8f8377"><span style="font-size: medium">● </span></span><span style="font-size: medium; text-align: -webkit-center"><span style="font-size:small">'''[[Jayson Cross]]'''
:<span style="color:#8f8377"><span style="font-size: medium">● </span></span><span style="font-size: medium; text-align: -webkit-center"><span style="font-size:small">'''[[Kazini Hayle]]'''

===<div style="padding:10px 35px; background:#2C3539; font-size:14px; color:#FFFFFF"><span class="mw-headline">'''● Enemies & Rivals'''</span></div>===

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==<div style="padding:10px 15px; background:#2C3539; font-size:20px; color:#ffffff">'''Rumours'''</div>==

===<div style="padding:10px 25px; background:#2C3539"><span style="color:#ffffff">'''''● Player Character Rumours'''''</span></div>===
:<font style="color:#330033" size="3">■ "Despite all the insults, Sweet Raven is probably one of the most caring people I have ever met. You just...have to put a lot of work into getting through the thorns on that rose." -[[Leon Greymoon]] </font>
:<font style="color:#330033" size="3">■ "'Septha is a mystery, but it's the sort of mystery you just ''know'' will reveal a wonderful surprise. She's...a little hard, and might ''come off'' as one who isn't fond of people, but...it can't be true for someone with that kind of selflessness and love." -[[Reima Awen]]</font>
:<font style="color:#330033" size="3">■ "'Hates everything?' What the hells are you talking about? She's very kind and generous, and sharp as a tack to boot." -[[Striding Oak]] </font>
:<font style="color:#330033" size="3">■ "'Deep down beneath all that crazy...is still more crazy." -[[Kail Gerrad]] </font>

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===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background:#2C3539; font-size:20px; color:#ffffff">'''● Footnotes'''</div>===

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Reima Awen

2015-06-29T15:36:49Z

Septha:

{{Infobox-character
| name = Reima Awen
| image = ReimaPortrait1.jpg
| imagewidth =
| gender = Female
| citizenship = Gridania
| race = Hyur
| clan = Midlander
| stat_1 = Age
| stat_1_value = 23
| stat_2 = Marital Status
| stat_2_value = Courting
| stat_3 = Occupation
| stat_3_value = Messenger
| stat_4 = Height/Weight
| stat_4_value = 5 fulms 3 ilms/106 ponz
| stat_5 = Orientation
| stat_5_value = Heterosexual
| stat_6 = Relatives
| stat_6_value = Gauvain Gilrouis (Father)

Lucienne Gilrouis (Mother)

Babayo Bayo (Adopted "Aunt")
}}

'''Author's Note:''' This page is still under construction.

''"What good is our still having a world to live in, if we are afraid to find what it is we are living for?"''

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

''Under construction.''

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

====<div style="padding:0px 15px; font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;text-decoration:none;border-bottom:1px dotted;"> Physical Appearance</div>====
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: <font style="color:#F77A83;" size="3">■</font> '''Build:''' Slight, slender
: <font style="color:#F77A83;" size="3">■</font> '''Height:''' 5 fulms 3 ilms.
: <font style="color:#F77A83;" size="3">■</font> '''Weight:''' 106 ponz.
: <font style="color:#F77A83;" size="3">■</font> '''Skintone:''' Fair

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: <font style="color:#F77A83;" size="3">■</font> '''Hair Color:''' Dark auburn
: <font style="color:#F77A83;" size="3">■</font> '''Hair Style:''' Typically worn loose, or in low plaits.
: <font style="color:#F77A83;" size="3">■</font> '''Eye Color:''' Grey-hazel
: <font style="color:#F77A83;" size="3">■</font> '''Voice:''' Soft, lilting

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Reima is slight and slender of figure, with porcelain-coloured skin that lends itself to a delicate, almost doll-like appearance. The faintest dusting of freckles mark her shoulders and nose as a remnant of years under the Ul’dahn sun, and the apples of her cheeks are eternally rosy. Thick, ruddy-brown hair is worn long and falls to her waist, occasionally tamed by low plaits for the sake of practicality, or accentuated with hairpins and other ornaments. Her eyes are large, and a greyed hazel colour reminiscent of a forest in the wake of a summer storm. They peer eagerly out at the world around her with a vibrant energy.

The girl walks with a spring in her step and at times almost seems on the verge of dancing, cutting a cheerful, upbeat presence in the face of others. When alone, she is far more subdued--bordering on melancholy, or perhaps just thoughtful. She gesticulates often, as though accustomed to speaking to those unfamiliar with our language. Even while silent, however, Reima’s hands are almost constantly fidgeting; be it toying with the hem of a sleeve out of nervous habit, or fiddling with the crystal pendant around her neck. Aware of the tic, she’s prone to keeping her fingers laced or her hands folded.

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Reima’s dress will vary dependant upon climate and function, but she prefers loose, comfortable tunics and dresses bound in place by cinchers and belts, over leggings with high, laced sandals or tall boots. She favours yellows and whites in her clothing, as well as earthen greens, or the rose and burgundies of dawn. While she seeks durability in her dressings-especially with her shoes--Reima still has a fondness for light, breathable fabrics. She enjoys elaborate embroidery or other adornments on her articles as long as they aren’t overdone, and is usually wearing some pair of dangling baubles in her ears, or metal cuffs.

No matter the clothing, what remains unchanged is the presence of a certain piece of jewelry; a sliver of clear crystal, set and suspended from a simple silver chain around her neck.

====<div style="padding:0px 15px; font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;text-decoration:none;border-bottom:1px dotted;">Mannerisms</div>====
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: <font style="color:#F77A83;" size="3">■</font> Has a tendency to lose herself in "deep thought" while in public.
: <font style="color:#F77A83;" size="3">■</font> Often toying with her jewelry or hems.
: <font style="color:#F77A83;" size="3">■</font> Occasionally appears to be speaking to herself.

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

:By nature a bright and cheerful person, Reima is rarely seen without a smile on her face. She bears a genuine love for even the simplest aspects of the world around her, and so tries--despite whatever hardships she may have faced--to view most things with an optimistic attitude and a youthful enthusiasm. This coupled with the way in which she wears her heart quite visibly on her sleeve, lead many to believe Reima a rather naive individual. While that assessment might be true, it doesn’t stop the young woman from trying to be taken seriously.

:Behind the smiles, however, is an unspoken loneliness and solemnity. Reima is aware that despite having lived five years of her life as a refugee in Ul’dah, she’s never quite fit in as one of its people. Coming “home” to Gridania and facing treatment no different than that of any other outsider has established the Calamity as having stolen away not only the bulk of her memories, but her place in the world as well. To this day, she finds her greatest comforts alone in the presence of those things that others cannot see or hear.

====<div style="padding:0px 15px; font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;text-decoration:none;border-bottom:1px dotted;">Alignment</div>====

Neutral Good. While Reima is forever seeking to do right by the world and its people, she understands that Law is--while something to be followed--oftentimes at odds with what feels correct in a person’s heart. As it is her heart that serves as a constant guide in almost all she does, it isn’t unlikely for the girl to seek a way around the law and its constraints in order to further a goal--within careful reason, of course.

====<div style="padding:0px 15px; font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;text-decoration:none;border-bottom:1px dotted;">Strengths</div>====

Reima is kind-hearted, generous, and compassionate. She is given to putting others before herself and willing to bend over backwards for their benefit, and “cares far too much about everything”. She will adapt to the social comforts of others, be it on a personal or cultural level for the sake of propriety, as well as a means of empathizing. She seeks to listen to and learn about those who come into her life, be it through conversation or observation, and will always look to offer support to those in need as a willful pillar of strength.

She is both intelligent and curious by nature and willing to try new things, showing interest in what those close to her hold dear and seeking to discover exactly why that is. She holds thoughts of grand adventure and so welcomes the sporadic as an opportunity for this, rather than an inconvenience. She sees the obstacles in her path as personal challenges to overcome instead of impassable walls, and will thus give her all in rising to meet those challenges.

====<div style="padding:0px 15px; font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;text-decoration:none;border-bottom:1px dotted;">Weaknesses</div>====

Because Reima is gentle and trusting to a fault, she leaves herself open to being taken advantage of by those who would exploit her kindness and naivete. In her desire to make those around her happy, Reima often finds herself forgetting her own needs and wants, becoming the proverbial doormat or running herself ragged in the process. She will prefer to bottle up any negative emotions or signs of stress so as not to “burden others”, but this only leads to depression and anxiety. She has a difficult time managing stress and will seek solitude before assistance.

She can be headstrong, especially when it comes to aiding others or in doing what she feels to be right, and is like to put herself straight in the path of danger through good intentions. Once she gets an idea in her head or finds something to cling to and fight for, it’s difficult to make her budge on the matter without protest. On the other hand, shyness and uncertainty will keep many of her thoughts internalized. Some also find Reima to be too cheerful to the point of being absurd, and assume that she’s running from reality.

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

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: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Warm winds and rain, and summer thunderstorms
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Thriving gardens and the scent of sodden earth
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Heights and scenic vistas, thoughts of flight
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Music boxes, mammets, and other curiosities of cogs and springs
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> The idea of ancient artifacts, lost civilizations waiting to be uncovered, and the romanticism of adventure
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Teas, curries and other spiced cuisine, mushrooms, cakes, candies, and nuts
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Music, history, legend, folk tales and song

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: <font style="color:#DFD59E;" size="3">■</font> Cruelty, spiteful behavior, and mean-spirited individuals
: <font style="color:#DFD59E;" size="3">■</font> The dark, and most certainly being alone in the dark
: <font style="color:#DFD59E;" size="3">■</font> Cold temperatures and the biting winds that chill one to the bones
: <font style="color:#DFD59E;" size="3">■</font> Dry explanations
: <font style="color:#DFD59E;" size="3">■</font> Being treated as a child, or having her opinions valued less for her youth

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: <font style="color:#CACFA5;" size="3">■</font> ''Favourite Food'': Curries
: <font style="color:#CACFA5;" size="3">■</font> ''Favourite Drink'': Spiced black teas
: <font style="color:#CACFA5;" size="3">■</font> ''Favourite Place'': Rootslake and Urth's Gift in the Southern Shroud
: <font style="color:#CACFA5;" size="3">■</font> ''Favourite Color'': Yellow
: <font style="color:#CACFA5;" size="3">■</font> ''Favourite Animal'': Birds

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: <font style="color:#F77A83;" size="3">■</font> Reima appears to have been gifted with the abilities of a Hearer, and is thus able to commune with the Elementals of Hydaelyn and, to a degree, other inhabitants of the Aether. Her time spent with the Conjurer’s Guild has cultivated her skill as a healer and the capability to borrow the blessings of nature for the boons they might offer
: <font style="color:#F77A83;" size="3">■</font> She is fond of growing things and gardening, having kept a small patch of herbs for medicinal uses while in Gridania
: <font style="color:#F77A83;" size="3">■</font> She bears some small musical talent with pipes and harp. While she also enjoys singing and dance, she prefers to keep ''those pastimes'' a secret between herself and the Elementals
: <font style="color:#F77A83;" size="3">■</font> Reima is a passable seamstress and weaver, working looms as a trade following the Calamity

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

[[File:Wild-rose-sword5.jpg|300px|thumb|right|Reima's rapier; a gift from her tutor]]
As someone who seeks to avoid conflict, Reima doesn’t have much in the way of true combat aptitude. Her studies as a Conjurer have allowed for the manipulation of elemental energies as an offense, but it isn’t something she prefers to exploit.

As a healer, she utilizes both ritualistic verbals and somatics with the aid of an unworked wand of wood. One might suggest that the woman is wind-aspected, as her primary healing and shielding "spells" appear to call on the Elementals of air for assistance.

She’s appears to hold some small skill with a bow, which has been put to use during her extended field studies in the Twelveswood.

Most recently, she's taken up the art of swordplay beneath Ser Draco Nobis. Finding her ill suited to the harsh regiment of his own combat methods and wanting to see her smaller size and dexterity put to use, he's made the decision to educate her in fencing. The blade Reima wields was commissioned by Draco, and bears a motif of rose and thorn.

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

''Overall, under renovation.''

====<div style="padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Fragments of a Past</div>====

''Under renovation.''

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

::<spoiler>::The crowded, desperate, and sorrowful streets of Ul’dah were the first of Reima’s new memories. All that happened prior to the fall of Dalamud was an unknown, save for her name. She knew that something awful had happened--everyone knew. Eorzea had been left in ruins, and the young woman found herself utterly lost and alone.

::Fortune would come in the form of a Dunesfolk Seamstress, Babayo Bayo, who took pity on the bedraggled youngling sleeping outside her shop front night after night. It was Babayo who took the girl in, washed her and clothed her, and put her to work as an apprentice weaver. Reima obliged without question, thankful for the turn of fate. The Lalafell proved to be a stern but nevertheless compassionate guardian, and Reima would spend the next five years eking out a new life amongst the people of Ul’dah.

::As time went on, flickers and fragments of Reima’s previous world would slowly begin to return. It began with quiet, whispered voices that she could barely understand. Before long, there were dreams as well; memories of green. They came as visions of sprawling forests and secret glades with their carpets of flowers. Gradually, the voices that Reima picked up on the winds began to make more sense, and the connection she once shared with the Elementals creaked open like a door with hinges that had been long rusted shut.

::Reima knew of Gridania, shrouded in the safety and sanctity of the Twelveswood, and knew too of the conjurers of Stillglade Fane. She knew that they were a folk who could speak with the unseen things of this world--that were the world--and began to wonder if they might aid in riddling out the voices and their whispers. Knowing that there was a “something” to be fulfilled in her, Reima resolved to make her way north toward the Black Shroud. Bidding farewell to Babayo and thanking the Lalafell for everything she had done, the young woman took up what few belongings she kept and, in the warm seasons of 1577, caught a caravan bound for answers.</spoiler>

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

::<spoiler>::For just over a year, Reima studied with the conjurers of Stillglade Fane. Returning to Gridania had sparked a surge of newly returned memory--she could heal before, she knew, and so much more that seemed familiar--but the whole of her past was still lost to the fires of the Calamity. All the same, the girl accepted the way things were, and the bond between she and the Elementals began to strengthen anew. Reima understood the whispers now--most, at least.

::Her dreams did not cease, and carried with them now a far stranger nostalgia. In those rare, disjointed visions were grand, spiraling towers that touched the skies, while now and then there was sight of a gallant, smiling figure obscured by a blinding light. While Reima tried to justify her previous dreams of green with a desire to study her connection to the Elementals in Gridania, it was these more surreal images and their dusty familiarity that perplexed her. Perhaps, had they not come so frequently, she would have forgotten them altogether. Instead, they lingered in her mind as though they’d been a part of her all along.

::Fueled by incorrigible curiosity and an adventurous spirit that grows all the more free by the day, Reima is determined to continue filling the voids left in her mind and heart. To that end, she holds on to the strange visions that still plague her and to those whispers that she cannot yet identify, developing a fascination with the uncharted lands and ancient secrets of Hydaelyn. To this day, as she seeks to do what she might for a world that’s given her a new life, she keeps the company of invisible friends close beside her and a crystal suspended over her heart; the comfort of both a guide toward whatever she might uncover.</spoiler>

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''Some of these rumors are untrue or are greatly exaggerated. Please feel free to add your own rumors under PC!''
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<div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #90AB76;">◢ Common Rumors (Easily overheard)</div></b>
: <font style="color:#90AB76;" size="3">■</font> "There's something not quite right with that one. Always talkin' to things that ain’t there."
: <font style="color:#90AB76;" size="3">■</font> "Reima? Ah, she's been a good courier when we don't have the means for another. Pretty sure she just likes an excuse to spend more time in the markets, eh? She gets this glimmer in her eye with some of the curiosities they're hawking out there."
: <font style="color:#90AB76;" size="3">■</font> "Chatty lass, that one, once you get 'er going. Likes 'er questions. Likes 'er stories."
: <font style="color:#90AB76;" size="3">■</font> "Girl's got the same itchy feet as any 'venturer, she just ain't doin' anythin' about it."

<b><div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #F37E1D;">◢ Moderate Rumors (Moderately difficult to overhear)</div></b>
: <font style="color:#F37E1D;" size="3">■</font> "That girl has been digging into ''something'', for certain. Asked me if I hadn't spoken with one of those academic lot lately. Keeps buying me old books no matter how torn apart they are. Junk."
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<b><div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #D83018;">◢ Rare Rumors (Very difficult or rarely overheard)</div></b>
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<b><div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #aac5b4;">◢ PC Rumors (Rumors from the character's of other players)</div></b>
: <font style="color:#aac5b4;" size="3">■</font> "Darling Reima. She possesses beauty and courage a-plenty, and a heart of gold to match. She is as a daughter any mother would be proud of." - [[Brynhilde Wulf]]
: <font style="color:#aac5b4;" size="3">■</font> "Lady Reima is a kind hearted, charming young woman. To others she may seem like a wall flower, dainty, and otherwise clumsy...But I know she has potential." - [[Dartanon Nobis]]
: <font style="color:#aac5b4;" size="3">■</font> "Lady Reima is probably the most positive person I have met. She is always looking at the upside, and is admirably able to pick up just about anyone's spirit." -[[Leon Greymoon]]
: <font style="color:#aac5b4;" size="3">■</font> "She has a real lovely way with words. I hope one day she does something with her creativity -- she'd put most bards to shame." - [[Striding Oak]]
: <font style="color:#aac5b4;" size="3">■</font> "Gem among coals that girl, can get more done with a smile than I can get done with a blade." - '''Kail Gerrad'''
: <font style="color:#aac5b4;" size="3">■</font> "Oh she's precious, really! Her positiveness is refreshing and there's no one other person I would love to talk about ruins and lost artifacts throughout the night than her. She makes sleeping parties fun." - [[Septhaja Hellebore]]
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: <center><font style="color:#F02311;" size="3">♥</font> Romantic Interest <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font> Platonic Love <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> Good Standing <font style="color:#C24640;" size="3">●</font> Poor Standing</center>

: <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font> '''Babayo Bayo (NPC)''' : A sharp-tongued Dunesfolk seamstress and weaver who has served as Reima’s surrogate guardian since shortly after the Calamity. While she puts on a cantankerous front, Babayo’s warm-hearted sympathy leaks through for those she cares about, though that doesn’t prevent the woman from holding those people to high professional standards. She’s dearly fond of teas, and Reima still makes a point to meet her “Aunt” for a cup at home no matter the circumstances.
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> '''Kumomo (NPC)''' : A moogle of the Twelveswood, Kumomo has taken it upon himself to act as Reima’s constant chaperone. Having met during Reima’s field-study with the Conjurers of Stillglade Fane, the two became a curious pair of confidants who were eager to learn more of one another’s people. Bossy, egocentric, and overprotective of his “charge”, the moogle never fails to make his thoughts on a matter known to Reima while ever remaining out of sight.
: <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font> '''[[Arcian Martell]]''' : Arcian was among the first--if not ''the'' first--that Reima truly opened herself to. She views the Mhigan like a sister, and takes comfort in the woman's honesty, loyalty, and the easygoing demeanor that offsets the turmoil of frenzied days. Reima, quietly, places Arcian as the unsuspecting heroine in some rollicking, romantic adventure.
: <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font> '''[[Bertrand Irons]]''' : Betrand--the Doctor--quickly became a steadfast fixture in Reima's world. While their lives often see each one passing by the other, Bert has a knack for making a paternal appearance when Reima finds herself subconsciously needing it most; be it through late-night meals or a shoulder on which to let free her secret tears.
: <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font> '''[[Brave Horizon]]''' : Like Arcian, Reima sees Brave as a much-loved sister. The stark differences in their personalities give Reima a glimpse into a hitherto unknown world beyond her own innocence, but what Reima sees before anything are the Roegadyn's strength, devotion, and affection for those she calls family. She admires the love between Arcian and Brave as something true.
: <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font> '''[[Brynhilde Wulf]]''' : Were you to ask her, Reima would say that it was a chance meeting with Brynhilde beneath the merciless sun of Drybone that nudged the course of her Fate in its current direction. She loves and respects the towering, gallant woman for her stalwart leadership and maternal compassion, and fosters a subconscious wish to make her proud.
: <font style="color:#F02311;" size="3">♥</font> '''[[Dartanon Nobis]]''' : The knight who appeared to--quite literally--whisk Reima away into the mad adventure her life has become, Ser Draco at once awes and infuriates her with his strict sense of duty and dazzles with his courtesies. A nostalgic familiarity found Reima drawing closer to the old weapons master, seeking to provide a pillar on which he might lean with his burdens and, unwittingly, offering up her own. Her teacher and confidante, Reima seeks comfort in his shadows.
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> '''[[Jayson Cross]]''' : ''Under construction.''
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> '''[[Kail Gerrad]]''' : ''Under construction.''
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> '''[[Kyraeth Vale]]''' : ''Under construction.''
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> '''[[Leon Greymoon]]''' : ''Under construction.''
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> '''[[Striding Oak]]''' : ''Under construction.''
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> '''[[X'Septha Dhen]]''' : ''Under construction.''

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

You might know Reima if…

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: <font style="color:#5c8aa4;" size="3">■</font> ...you've done business with the seamstress Babayo Bayo in Ul’dah since the Calamity (Year 1572 ET). Reima would make deliveries and perform some mending work.
: <font style="color:#5c8aa4;" size="3">■</font> ...you’ve spotted her while shopping along one of the Exchange Avenues, in Ul’dah. She could often be found browsing the stalls and speaking in a friendly manner with merchants, and so may appear to be familiar.
: <font style="color:#5c8aa4;" size="3">■</font> ...you've heard word of the girl's search for scholar and historian from one of those merchants, or of her penchant to poke into the unknown, from the same.
: <font style="color:#5c8aa4;" size="3">■</font> ...you’ve frequented the Stillglade Fane in Gridania at any point since the launch of FFXIV ARR (Year 1577 ET).

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===<div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Contacts and Out-of-Character Information</div>===
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: <font style="color:#5c8aa4;" size="3">■</font> I thoroughly enjoy random roleplaying, and I welcome walk-ups! Please send me a "/tell" if you think I might be OOC, as I am still trying to absorb the game's main story content.
: <font style="color:#5c8aa4;" size="3">■</font> You can reach me at the [http://ffxiv-roleplayers.com/index.php RPC] through a private message to "Reima".
: <font style="color:#5c8aa4;" size="3">■</font> Feel free to contact me through my [http://conjurer-reima.tumblr.com/ FFXIV Character Tumblr], as well!

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===<div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Footnotes</div>===

: '''Theme Song''': [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y8FUPDxc3sA Key to My Heart (Piano)]

: Original template by [[Bancroft Gairn]], using modifications from an older version of that template as seen on the page for [[Valerie Vaulefort]].

Arcian Martell

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==Appearance==
At six fulms and four ilms in height, Arcian cuts an imposing figure even by the standards of her fellow Highlanders. While not able to compete with a Roegadyn for sheer size, she has the build of an athlete, all broad shoulders and well-defined muscle. Hers is a strong-featured face, with a slightly square jawline, generous lips, and a nose that has obviously been broken at least once. Shaggy blonde hair frames her face, usually tousled by wind and swift movement. Her eyes are frosty blue, like glacier ice, though not preternaturally piercing as the color might suggest. She is somewhat androgynous in appearance, and has been mistaken for a young man more often than she'd care to admit.

For the most part, she eschews armor, barring light leathers. Arcian's preferences run to loose shirts and trousers, favoring mobility over protection. Though not overly concerned with appearances, she does make one concession to vanity; her earlobes are pierced, usually with a pair of silver studs or small rings.

==History==
The youngest daughter of Egilhard Martell, an eccentric botanist, and Sieglinde Bergfalk, a former Fist of Rhalgr drummed out of the order for her myriad dalliances and generally atrocious behavior, Arcian was born on the 12th Sun of the 6th Umbral Moon, 1553. During Theodorac's crusade against the Fists, Sieglinde managed to shield her children and husband from persecution for a time by dint of her status as a disgrace. The regime had taken notice of her, however, and by the time of the Garlean invasion preparations were being made for her arrest and eventual execution. Though the occupation was fortunately timed in that regard, any relief was short-lived as the Imperial forces made their penchant for subjugation and cultural homogenization known. Unwilling to see their rights and heritage trampled underfoot, the Martells joined the great horde of refugees migrating away from Garlean rule, embarking upon the long trek away from Gyr Abania. Arcian is both old enough to remember her family's flight from Ala Mhigo and old enough to resent being compelled to flee in the first place.

Her family first settled in Gridania, in order that Egilhard might have a suitable environment for his research. While her father pursued his studies on the nature of seedkin, her mother acted as his bodyguard, with their four daughters trailing in their wake. Consequently she absorbed more knowledge of the field of botany than she ever cared to know. Over the years, Egilhard embroiled his family in some rather sticky situations; one memorable incident involved running from a morbol not particularly inclined to allow anyone to examine it. Spurred by the prospect of not having her children mauled by an enraged plant creature, Sieglinde took it upon herself to instruct her brood in the fine art of beating their enemies to a pulp. Arcian proved a dedicated pupil, though her sisters soon opted for other forms of martial education.

Having had entirely enough of Egilhard mucking about in the forest, Sieglinde made the decision to move her family to Limsa Lominsa in hopes of a less chaotic upbringing for her daughters. Arcian soon acclimated herself to dockside life; for several cycles, she served as a courier and messenger between certain captains and the various merchants that they supplied (some of them may or may not have been of a distinctly piratical bent). As she grew, she put her skills in pugilism to use in more than a few prizefighting matches, having a moderately successful career in the ring.

With the coming of the Calamity, the already unfriendly prevailing attitude towards refugees hardened significantly, and the Martells found themselves facing growing hostility from their neighbours. In the face of such resentment, Arcian opted to travel, rather than stay and endure the grumbling behind her back (and occasionally directly to her face). A few days of inquiry found a caravan in need of armed escort, and she quickly signed on. For a while, she haunted the various taverns of Ul'dah in hopes of finding work.

After a fruitless moon of hunting for employment, Arcian encountered Brynhilde Wulf, who offered compensation in return for aiding her in a search for some mysteriously vanished refugees. She found herself fitting in well with Bryn's compatriots despite the chaos that followed, and soon signed on as a member of their free company.

==Personality==
Arcian is blessed with an affable nature and general lack of aggression, despite her willingness to punch people in the face in exchange for gil. The various hardships of her youth seem to have slid off her back like water; she is fairly slow to anger unless actively taunted or faced with someone harboring Garlean sympathies. Despite her friendliness towards most, she does not do well in crowds, as she feels boxed in and outnumbered; as a consequence, she tends to hang back and allow people to come to her. While this approach has served her well enough, she does find herself desirous of more and closer relationships, especially with other women. Unfortunately, her sexuality is not something she's entirely comfortable with. Upon finding herself becoming flirtatious or amorous, she tends to hastily backpedal, not wishing to make whoever she might be conversing with uncomfortable.

In addition to her insecurities, she possesses a stubborn streak a malm wide and twice as deep; for good or ill, once she sets her mind on something, it is difficult to convince her otherwise.

Despite her various flaws and foibles, Arcian is capable of being a dedicated ally and loyal friend. Once earned, her allegiance is not easily broken, barring exceptional circumstances. Though no one has exploited that particular blindness quite yet, it's a glaring weakness in her otherwise fairly sensible outlook. While she's conscious of her unfortunate doggedness, she has made no efforts to combat such tendencies, and will likely not unless something drastic occurs.

==Relations and Affiliations==

'''[[Brave_Horizon|Brave Horizon]]:''' A chance meeting during a hunt for missing refugees grew into a friendship, and then into something more following the deaths of Brave's parents. Arcian's first declaration of her feelings was awkward and ill-timed, but despite her fumbling, the two have settled into something resembling a stable relationship. Though initially quick with a stumbling, red-faced denial of any involvement, Arcian has gradually become more at ease with her current partner, and is no longer reluctant to be affectionate or protective where others might see. Brave being injured or endangered is one of the few ways to easily spur her to anger.

'''[[X'Septha_Dhen|X'Septha Dhen]]:''' While Septh's abrasive nature has a tendency to drive most away, Arcian takes her barbs in stride. The thaumaturge has her own vulnerabilities beneath her rude, hostile exterior, and Arcian is not so blind as to miss that fact. Theirs is a fast friendship, though Septh may not admit it while not thoroughly drunk.

'''[[Brynhilde_Wulf|Brynhilde Wulf]]:''' Arcian has a good deal of respect for Bryn as a leader, a warrior, and a fellow 'Mhigan. However, they do not quite see eye-to-eye on the matter of Garleans in general; Arcian's simmering, unfocused hatred contrasts sharply with Bryn's more nuanced perspective on the citizens of the Empire. In addition, Arcian was also quick to presume that Bryn had never experienced the persecution familiar to younger refugees in the wake of the Garlean invasion, though she was swiftly corrected on that point. Regardless, the two of them seem to be on good terms.

'''[[Bertrand_Irons|Bertrand Irons]]:''' Bert and Arcian get along remarkably well. Despite his alarming penchant for explosives, Bert's patience and easygoing nature mesh well with Arcian's friendly personality, and the two of them have shared many an evening conversation over whatever dish Bert may have cooked up. She views him as a good friend and an asset to their free company.

'''[[Kyraeth_Vale|Kyraeth Vale]]:''' Although their relationship was strictly business at first, as Kyraeth had hired Arcian and a few others to serve as caravan guards in the face of potential banditry, the formality between employer and employee has eased off into an actual friendship. Arcian, being somewhat less than intensively educated, has sucked up what knowledge the Midlander has shared like a sponge. In turn, she's offered to extend what she knows of the more practical skills that Kyraeth might be lacking. They may not speak relatively often, but there is nothing but goodwill for Kyraeth from Arcian's end.

'''Family:''' There is little strife between the Martells. Egilhard and Sieglinde have been decent, dependable parents to all of their daughters, and three out of four have warm relationships with them. Solveig, the third eldest, is the sole outlier; she does not speak to her family, especially not to Arcian. There is hard history between the two of them.

'''Other:''' Though her allegiance is not overt, Arcian has quietly supported the Ala Mhigan resistance since early adulthood.

==Rumors==

[WIP; to be added.]

==PC Rumors==
"She likes to say she's not a good fighter, but I saw her knock somebody out with their own helmet. She's quick, and brutally efficient. Wouldn't see it coming from someone so friendly." -- [[Striding Oak]]
"I actually feel sorry for anyone who has to deal with her fists. Anyone stupid enough to enrage her definite deserves a swift order of uh, what's the phrase..."Knuckle Sandwich"?" - [[Septhaja Hellebore]]

==Other Notes==
In a misguided attempt to connect with his youngest daughter, Egilhard captured a small mandragora and presented it to Arcian as a gift. Though the seedkin is not hostile or aggressive, she's not entirely certain what to do with it; it follows at her heels like a hound, frequently getting underfoot.

Though she inherited her father's voracious appetite for knowledge, Arcian's consumption of scholarly material has been limited by her lack of anything other than a general education.

She's also truly, genuinely terrible at any game with an element of chance. The dice (or cards) are not her friend.

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