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S'kye S'yoponi

2016-09-27T05:09:05Z

SkyeTheKnumpty:

| {{Infobox-character
| name =
| image = Newskypose.png
| imagewidth = 300px
| caption =
| title = S'kye
| gender = Female
| citizenship = None
| race = Lalafell
| clan = Dunesfolk
| age = 44
| occupation = Pathfinders Helper
}}
===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #a8e199;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Backstory</div>===
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''Partially written by [[Tamm'lin Maertena|Tamm'lin Maertena's Player]]''

:The start of this story is that there isn't even a start. S'kye quite literally woke up in some damned forest one day, couldn't remember where they were, who they were, and whose shirt they even had on. No wounds could be seen, no chocobos nearby, and really it almost seems the lalafell just laid down for a nap... then forgot her life. Which, in hindsight... isn't all that great. However, S'kye managed to bumble out of the forest and into a nearby village of Sun Seekers, who luckily for S'kye, managed to take pity on the poor, portly, and apparently brain-absent thing. They took the Lalafell in, assuming she was a child from the skies, who'd been sent down for a second chance at life. The Clan gave her a name and integrated here into the village with much joy.

:Or at least, that's the story Tamm would tell you, but like all good tales there's an element that changes between storytellers. You want to know what ''really'' happened? Well you're in luck.

:The start is true. One day the Lalafel just woke up in the middle of no-where, with no idea who she was or even what she was. All she knew was a need to survive. The Lalafel walked for hours in the empty Thanalan deserts before collapsing in a small black heap. When she awoke she found herself in a small village of Seekers. They had given her food and water and even clothes. They viewed her as some sort of gift from the skies. Over time, the Lalafell gained an understanding of language, both through memory flashbacks and teaching and they even gave her a name. S'kye. A subtle nod to her apparent origin. S'kye did her best to fit in around the tribe, helping out with tasks and even helping teach the younger Miqo'te. All around the innocent little Lalafell did her best to live a normal life.

:''Then she met Tamm''. Big green eyes ablaze with intense mischief and curiosity. At first, S'kye was cautious of Tamm. Her constant talking about ditching traditions and leaving sounded crazy to her. "Just leave the people that saved my life? That'd be so rude!" she would say. But eventually it got to her. Tamm'lin's constant talking of the outside world and it's mysteries struck a chord with the Lalafel. She'd lost ALL her memories and she was just sat there doing the same thing every day. There could be so much outside the desert that she'd never see. After that, the two ladies quickly became inseparable, as S'kye quickly developed a never-ending crave for knowledge.

:Knowledge they wouldn't really be able to find, considering the Seeker female was meant to do not much more in life than settle for being a woman of the clan and the Lalafel didn't know anything other than what she remembered and was taught by the Seekers. As the two grew older and more 'of age', S'kye's itch to learn had become a full out lust, constantly asking about things the Tribe simply didn't know enough about. All the while, the wild-hearted Seeker only grew more frantic in her resolute bucking of tradition. - Which the current Nuhn had simply had enough of.

:He decided to teach the girl a lesson; Whether she liked it or not.

:Something changed in S'kye when she saw the Nuhn force himself upon and attack her best friend, something new, something not from her past life. In an instant her fight of flight instinct was already gone. She stopped pleading for the Nuhn to stop and just...changed. Her body moved on it's own accord, knowing that once the Nuhn had finished with her friend he'd surely attack her too. In that moment, she attacked. All it took was a single hand movement as two sharp shards of ""stone"" burst from the floor and floated in front of her very eyes. She'd never been able to use magic before, nor did she even know what an Aether was! But this S'kye, this strange other version of herself didn't care about what she did or didn't know, just that her friend was in danger. With another swipe the shards found themself lodged in the Nuhn's skin, who dropped what he was doing to face the tiny Lalafell. His boot across her face came as a rude shock to the Lalafell, who'd assumed her body was going to keep moving on it's own and fighting for her. As she lay there in pain watching her friend tear the Nuhn apart, her fractured innocence taking a harsh beating, she could feel something different about herself. Inside her head, deep within her mind was someone who had saved Tamm. Another S'kye. Or at least that's what she'd thought for most of her life.

:As the blood pooled around her bare, bruised feet - her Seeker friend stood there, gasping for breath, mind cooling from the adrenaline high. Then panicking happened. Knowing the repercussions would be severe and only focusing on the survival of her friend and herself, the Lalafel suggested they steal some food and water and go as far away possible. Deciding it was probably for the best, the two two fled as fast and as far as legs could carry. Rather, as far as T'amm could carry S'kye. For years, they traveled together; Living in any way they knew how, which wasn't very much, other than raising general hell. There were small things about S'kye that were different, she seemed much more less reserved and quiet and surprisingly good at deceiving people. Unlike the innocent flower Tamm had once known, this S'kye was willing to do anything to survive. Over time, this "survival" eventually turned into petty crime, petty crime turned into short cons, and short cons turned into all out fraud. The pair was ''incredibly' good'' at being ''incredibly bad'', and the ''mental high'' that was achieved from such acts was addicting.

:However, after a rather big con went south and the two were nearly killed, S'kye changed again. Everything from her posture to her speech was different and almost exactly like it'd been back in Camp. The more shy, normal S'kye suggested that they stop with all the crime because it's not a good way of life and would only lead to them getting killed. Whilst many believe this situation was proof that S'kye had some sort of split personality, the truth is much deeper than that. The S'kye that fought back against the Nuhn, the same S'kye that was into crime and deceiving people wasn't another person, but rather a response to her environment. When the innocent Lalafell was faced with a situation so different and traumatizing, she was faced with the choice to adapt or die. And she chose to adapt. At first, being ""bad"" weighed heavily on her conscience. She knew what she was doing was awful and that she herself was awful. But she couldn't change her ways. Robberies and cons were all she knew and without them she'd surely run out of money and die. That was until the ""accident"". After falling through the stained glass windows of the Golden Saucer and barely living thanks to an extremely rare coincidence, S'kye had to re-evaluate her life. She had to change, and she couldn't do it with Tamm. S'kye suggested that they stop with all the crime because it wasn't a good way of life and would only lead to them getting killed. Surprised to hear from the S'kye she used to know, Tamm realised that maybe she could lay low for a bit, so the two parted ways. Tamm went to Limsa Lominsa and S'kye remained in Ul'dah, trying to learn more about her other self and the magical arts.

:After a while, the two grew to miss each other and so eventually they re-united for good, for a while at least. Tamm hadn't managed to kick her criminal habit, still picking fights with strangers and picking pockets. S'kye however, had managed to move on. It was hard at first, but after months of menial labor for various taverns and a whole lot of luck she was finally back in a lawful way. Or at least until she joined the Pathfinders...

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<div style="padding:10px 35px;background: #b9e7ad;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;"><center>''LIKES''</center></div></h3>
: <font style="color:#b9e7ad;" size="3">■</font> Reading EVERYTHING.
: <font style="color:#b9e7ad;" size="3">■</font> Working on her Mammets
: <font style="color:#b9e7ad;" size="3">■</font> Making additions to her airship
: <font style="color:#b9e7ad;" size="3">■</font> Goofing around
: <font style="color:#b9e7ad;" size="3">■</font> Flying
: <font style="color:#b9e7ad;" size="3">■</font> Creating zany inventions
: <font style="color:#b9e7ad;" size="3">■</font> Studying everything that can possibly be studied.

<td style="vertical-align: top;font-size:9pt;font-family:Helvetica;"><h3><span class="mw-headline">
<div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #d8e7ad;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;"><center>''DISLIKES''</center></div></span></h3>

: <font style="color:#d8e7ad;" size="3">■</font> Regaining Memories of her past self. (They're the most painful to regain.)
: <font style="color:#d8e7ad;" size="3">■</font> The Shards of Dalamud scattered around the land.
: <font style="color:#d8e7ad;" size="3">■</font> Bullies
: <font style="color:#d8e7ad;" size="3">■</font> Social Injustices
: <font style="color:#d8e7ad;" size="3">■</font> Having her stuff blown up

<td style="vertical-align: top;font-size:9pt;font-family:Helvetica;"><h3><span class="mw-headline">
<div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #ffe7ad;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;"><center>''FLAWS''</center></div></span></h3>

: <font style="color:#ffe7ad;" size="3">■</font> Destructive - A trail of destruction follows her everywhere she goes.
: <font style="color:#ffe7ad;" size="3">■</font> Naive - Her lack of knowledge often results in people taking advantage of her with lies.
: <font style="color:#ffe7ad;" size="3">■</font> Misguided Morals - Good and Bad are interchangeable in her eyes.
: <font style="color:#ffe7ad;" size="3">■</font> Really short.

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

:Despite living with a village of people that worshipped the day, S'kye herself is actually quite pale. It's unbeknownst if this is due to her health or her love for robes.

:Her bobbed hair is a dark black colour that often matches the dark attire she usually wears. Despite living in the dry deserts of Thanalan, her hair seemingly remains smooth and soft.

: S'kye's love of black clothing doesn't come from some brooding nature or love of darkness, she simply likes black clothing because she likes the color and being able to blend into the shadows when large, scary, predators try to eat her. She usually wears some dark robes with her hood down, but has also acquired some pale formal attire in her travels. A lover of shinies, S'kye tends to wear whatever pretty rings and miscellany she can find.

:After rediscovering herself in Ishgard, S'kye has shifted from a love of robes to a love for various outfits. Normally she's seen wearing engineering clothes with goggles or her sailor uniform, just because they're comfy.

:The most unique feature of the Lalafel is her eyes. Not unheard of but still quite rare for a Lalafel, S'kye's heterochromia is often the subject of teasing and insults. She jokingly says that one of her eye's turned red after she defeated Ifrit (which she didn't) as a sign of her gaining the Primals power (a lie).

<div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #9bb1ca;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;"><center>'''''RUMORS'''''</center></div>
''Some of these rumors are untrue or are greatly exaggerated. Please feel free to add your own rumors under PC!''
<div style="border:0px solid; padding:8px;"><b>
<div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #cdd8e4;">◢ Common Rumors (Easily overheard)</div></b>
: <font style="color: #cdd8e4;" size="3">■</font> "I heard she defeated Ifrit!"
: <font style="color: #cdd8e4;" size="3">■</font> "S'kye? She always helps out around the Tavern in exchange for a bed for the night."
: <font style="color: #cdd8e4;" size="3">■</font> "Isn't that the girl that crashed her airship into the beach?"
: <font style="color: #cdd8e4;" size="3">■</font> "When she waddles in to town, you're either in for the time of your life or hell."

<b><div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #c1cede;">◢ Moderate Rumors (Moderately difficult to overhear)</div></b>
: <font style="color:#c1cede;" size="3">■</font> "She's the one that lived with the cats, right?"
: <font style="color:#c1cede;" size="3">■</font> "I swear she used to be a criminal, but all Lalafell look the same to me."
: <font style="color:#c1cede;" size="3">■</font> "Apparently she made a sentient Mammet. Creepy..."

<b><div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #a8bbd0;">◢ Rare Rumors (Very difficult or rarely overheard)</div></b>
: <font style="color:#a8bbd0;" size="3">■</font> "There's more than meets the eye to that one. Something about her just doesn't ''feel'' right."
: <font style="color:#a8bbd0;" size="3">■</font> "My Brother's Cousin's friend's Sister's Auntie's Co-worker said that she fell out of the sky one day."
: <font style="color:#a8bbd0;" size="3">■</font> "I hear she'll transport any material goods you need for the right price. But be careful, certain people that go to her for transport needs never come back..."

<b><div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #a8bbd0;">◢ Character Rumors (Rumors left from other characters)</div></b>

<div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #9bb1ca;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;"><center>'''''RELATIONS'''''</center></div>
: <center><font style="color:#F02311;" size="3">₳</font> Romantic??? <font style="color:#e1a261;" size="3">₡</font> Close Friends <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">₵</font> "Friends!" <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">♠</font>Acquaintances <font style="color:#b1c5dd;" size="3">¤</font>Neutral <font style="color:#000000;" size="3">♦</font> "Jerks!" </center>

: <font style="color:#e1a261;" size="3">♠</font> Tamm'lin Maertena - Whilst they were once best of friends, after re-meeting their friendship drifted apart as S'kye started seeing the flaws in Tamm. Whilst they're still friends, S'kye certainly doesn't view her in the same light anymore.

:<font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">₵</font> Kazino - At the very least, he is great for riding around on his shoulders!

:<font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">₵</font> Shay - Also good for shoulder rides.

:<font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">₡</font> *[[Zigovali Rigovali]] - Once upon a time S'kye hated Zigo more than anybody else in the world, but since then they've become very close friends. No-one quite knows why they're such close friends, hell even S'kye doesn't know. Maybe it's because they're both Lalafell, maybe because they have similar histories? All S'kye cares about is that they're best pals. What's that? You think there could be more going on between them? Gosh no! Besides, if anyone she's got her eye on...

:<font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">₳</font> *[[Jujuwai Totowai]] - Whilst romantic relations isn't exactly accurate since they've only met once, something about Jujuwai just has S'kye enthralled. His expert knowledge on engineering and mammeteering is superior to anyone else S'kye knows and because of it she views him as the ultimate role model, studying and bettering herself so she can ""be"" like him. He's pretty much the closest thing she has to a crush and even then that's a stretch.

:<font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">₵</font> Shou

:<font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">₵</font> Randis

:<font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">₵</font> Ehfi

:<font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">₵</font> Hime

:<font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">₵</font> Reinhold

:<font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">₵</font> Abagail

:<font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">₵</font> Eaubront

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! <font style="color:#F02311;" size="3">Old Stuff
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| image = SkyesPictureThing.png
| imagewidth = 300px
| caption =
| title = S'kye S'yoponi
| gender = Female
| citizenship = None
| race = Lalafel
| clan = Dunesfolk?
| age = Not sure.
| occupation = Not dying?
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===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #a8e199;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Backstory</div>===
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''Written by [[Tamm'lin Maertena|Tamm'lin Maertena's Player]]''

:The start of this story is that there isn't even a start. S'kye quite literally woke up in some damned forest one day, couldn't remember where they were, who they were, and whose shirt they even had on. No wounds could be seen, no chocobos nearby, and really it almost seems the lalafell just laid down for a nap... then forgot her life. Which, in hindsight... isn't all that great. However, S'kye managed to bumble out of the forest and into a nearby village of Sun Seekers, who luckily for S'kye, managed to take pity on the poor, portly, and apparently brain-absent thing. They took the Lalafel in, assuming she was a child from the skies, who'd been sent down for a second chance at life. The Clan gave her a name and integrated here into the village with much joy.

:As the Lalafel spent her time with the village of Miqo'te, curious things started to happen. The Lalafell gained the ability to read, write, and speak with grace and brevity, without being taught - And in all manner of tongues! More than that, the Lalafell seemed to have extensive knowledge in Aether manipulation and esoteric mathematics, which seemingly came up at random. They couldn't remember the information at will, but the flashes that came on their own were powerful things, and S'kye's heading often pounding in pain afterwards for a few moments each time a piece of new information came rushing back to them."

:When she finally left the Seeker tribe to travel forth into the world, to much fanfare because the cats really did enjoy her sunshine-face waddling around camp, S'kye eventually found herself in Ul'dah.

:Why Ul'dah? Well... she liked the way the name rolled off the tongue. "Uuuuhhhlll'Daaaah!" She'd murmur, smiling to herself, adorable nose wrinkling up.

:The moment she stepped foot into the city... nothing happened. No memories came flooding back, no ghostly twinges of "This looks familiar...", no pulls towards any sort of direction.

:And this was good and pleasing to S'kye, who'd spent the last few years at the whim of her flighty memories.

:With gil in her purse and a cheerful waddle to her step, the socially awkward, perhaps rightfully so, Lalafell began a new life in Ul'dah.

:Now, even though her moments of painful memory return were now few and far between... she still had such a warm, comfortable feeling towards the magickal arts. It started out as curiosity, but quickly became full-on near insatiable lust for all types of magickal knowledge.

<center>... And she seemed to have such a strange affinity for reptiles, of all things. Huh, weird!</center>
<br>
<center><small>'''''This is at least the story she will tell you... Who knows if it's actually true?'''''</small></center>

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<div style="padding:10px 35px;background: #b9e7ad;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;"><center>''LIKES''</center></div></h3>
: <font style="color:#b9e7ad;" size="3">■</font> Reading EVERYTHING.
: <font style="color:#b9e7ad;" size="3">■</font> Writing about everything in her Journal.
: <font style="color:#b9e7ad;" size="3">■</font> Practising magicks.
: <font style="color:#b9e7ad;" size="3">■</font> Not being dead.
: <font style="color:#b9e7ad;" size="3">■</font> ''The feeling of a dagger in each hand.''
: <font style="color:#b9e7ad;" size="3">■</font> Chocobo Hatchlings.
: <font style="color:#b9e7ad;" size="3">■</font> Studying everything that can possibly be studied.

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<div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #d8e7ad;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;"><center>''DISLIKES''</center></div></span></h3>

: <font style="color:#d8e7ad;" size="3">■</font> Regaining Memories of her past self. (They're the most painful to regain.)
: <font style="color:#d8e7ad;" size="3">■</font> The Shards of Dalamud scattered around the land.
: <font style="color:#d8e7ad;" size="3">■</font> ''People who use magic.''
: <font style="color:#d8e7ad;" size="3">■</font> Her eye colour.
: <font style="color:#d8e7ad;" size="3">■</font> Brutes.

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<div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #ffe7ad;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;"><center>''FLAWS''</center></div></span></h3>

: <font style="color:#ffe7ad;" size="3">■</font> Regains memories at the worst times, incapacitating her.
: <font style="color:#ffe7ad;" size="3">■</font> Naive - Her lack of knowledge often results in people taking advantage of her with lies.
: <font style="color:#ffe7ad;" size="3">■</font> ''Reads too much.''
: <font style="color:#ffe7ad;" size="3">■</font> Really short.

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

:Despite living with a village of people that worshipped the day, S'kye herself is actually quite pale. It's unbeknownst if this is due to her health or her love for robes.

:Her bobbed hair is a dark black colour that often matches the dark attire she usually wears. Despite living in the dry deserts of Thanalan, her hair seemingly remains smooth and soft.

: S'kye's love of black clothing doesn't come from some brooding nature or love of darkness, she simply likes black clothing because she likes the color and being able to blend into the shadows when large, scary, predators try to eat her. She usually wears some dark robes with her hood down, but has also acquired some pale formal attire in her travels. A lover of shinies, S'kye tends to wear whatever pretty rings and miscellany she can find.

:The most unique feature of the Lalafel is her eyes. Not unheard of but still quite rare for a Lalafel, S'kye's heterochromia is often the subject of teasing and insults. She jokingly says that one of her eye's turned red after she defeated Ifrit (which she didn't) as a sign of her gaining the Primals power (a lie).

<div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #9bb1ca;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;"><center>'''''RUMORS'''''</center></div>
''Some of these rumors are untrue or are greatly exaggerated. Please feel free to add your own rumors under PC!''
<div style="border:0px solid; padding:8px;"><b>
<div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #cdd8e4;">◢ Common Rumors (Easily overheard)</div></b>
: <font style="color: #cdd8e4;" size="3">■</font> "I heard she defeated Ifrit!"
: <font style="color: #cdd8e4;" size="3">■</font> "S'kye? She always helps out around the Tavern in exchange for a bed for the night."

<b><div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #c1cede;">◢ Moderate Rumors (Moderately difficult to overhear)</div></b>
: <font style="color:#c1cede;" size="3">■</font> "She's the one that lived with the cats, right?"

<b><div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #a8bbd0;">◢ Rare Rumors (Very difficult or rarely overheard)</div></b>
: <font style="color:#a8bbd0;" size="3">■</font> "There's more than meets the eye to that one. Something about her just doesn't ''feel'' right."
: <font style="color:#a8bbd0;" size="3">■</font> "My Brother's Cousin's friend's Sister's Auntie's Co-worker said that she fell out of the sky one day."

<div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #9bb1ca;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;"><center>'''''RELATIONS'''''</center></div>
: <center><font style="color:#F02311;" size="3">₳</font> Romantic??? <font style="color:#e1a261;" size="3">₡</font> Close Friends <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">₵</font> "Friends!" <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">♠</font>Acquaintances <font style="color:#b1c5dd;" size="3">¤</font>Neutral <font style="color:#000000;" size="3">♦</font> "Jerks!" </center>

: <font style="color:#e1a261;" size="3">₡</font> Tamm'lin Maertena - S'kye and Tamm have been friends since...pretty much ''forever''.

:<font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">₵</font> Kazino - At the very least, he is great for riding around on his shoulders!

:<font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">₵</font> Shay - Also good for shoulder rides.

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===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #8fa7c3;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;"><center>Actual Backstory [SPOILERS. YOU MAY IGNORE THIS PART.]</center></div>===
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<big><big><center>'''This information is entirely OOC until mentioned IC.'''</center></big></big>

'''Before beginning, this is partly taken from [[Tamm'lin Maertena]]'s wiki page because the two are intertwined, however this backstory is from S'kye's perspective'''
<br>

The start is true. One day the Lalafel just woke up in the middle of no-where, with no idea who she was or even what she was. All she knew was a need to survive. The Lalafel walked for hours in the empty Thanalan deserts before collapsing in a small black heap. When she awoke she found herself in a small village of Seekers. They had given her food and water and even clothes. They viewed her as some sort of gift from the skies. Over time, the Lalafel gained an understanding of language, both through memory flashbacks and teaching and they even gave her a name. S'kye. A subtle nod to her apparent origin. S'kye did her best to fit in around the tribe, helping out with tasks and even helping teach the younger Miqo'te. All around the innocent little Lalafel did her best to live a normal life.

''Then she met Tamm''. Big green eyes ablaze with intense mischief and curiosity. At first, S'kye was cautious of Tamm. Her constant talking about ditching traditions and leaving sounded crazy to her. "Just leave the people that saved my life? That'd be so rude!" she would say. But eventually it got to her. Tamm'lin's constant talking of the outside world and it's mysteries struck a chord with the Lalafel. She'd lost ALL her memories and she was just sat there doing the same thing every day. There could be so much outside the desert that she'd never see. After that, the two ladies quickly became inseparable, as S'kye quickly developed a never-ending crave for knowledge.

Knowledge they wouldn't really be able to find, considering the Seeker female was meant to do not much more in life than settle for being a woman of the clan and the Lalafel didn't know anything other than what she remembered and was taught by the Seekers. As the two grew older and more 'of age', S'kye's itch to learn had become a full out lust, constantly asking about things the Tribe simply didn't know enough about. All the while, the wild-hearted Seeker only grew more frantic in her resolute bucking of tradition. - Which the current Nuhn had simply had enough of.

He decided to teach the girl a lesson; Whether she liked it or not.

Something changed in S'kye when she saw the Nuhn force himself upon and attack her best friend, something new, something not from her past life. In an instant her fight of flight instinct was already gone. She stopped pleading for the Nuhn to stop and just...changed. Her body moved on it's own accord, knowing that once the Nuhn had finished with her friend he'd surely attack her too. In that moment, she attacked. All it took was a single hand movement as two sharp shards of ice formed in the air in front of her. She'd never been able to use magic before, nor did she even know what an Aether was! But this S'kye, this strange other version of herself didn't care about what she did or didn't know, just that her friend was in danger. With another swipe the shards found themself lodged in the Nuhn's skin, who dropped what he was doing to face the tiny Lalafel. His boot across her face came as a rude shock to the Lalafel, who'd assumed her body was going to keep moving on it's own and fighting for her. As she lay there in pain watching her friend tear the Nuhn apart, her fractured innocence taking a harsh beating, she could feel something different about herself. Inside her head, deep within her mind was someone who had saved Tamm. Another S'kye. One she let take over as she slipped into sleep.

As the blood pooled around her bare, bruised feet - her Seeker friend stood there, gasping for breath, mind cooling from the adrenaline high. Then panicking happened. Knowing the repurcussions would be severe and only focusing on the survival of her friend and herself, the Lalafel suggested they steal some food and water and go as far away possible. Deciding it was probably for the best, the two two fled as fast and as far as legs could carry. Rather, as far as T'amm could carry S'kye. For years, they traveled together; Living in any way they knew how, which wasn't very much, other than raising general hell. There were small things about S'kye that were different, she seemed much more less reserved and quiet and surprisingly good at deceiving people. Unlike the innocent flower Tamm had once known, this S'kye was willing to do anything to survive. Over time, this "survival" eventually turned into petty crime, petty crime turned into short cons, and short cons turned into all out fraud. The pair was ''incredibly' good'' at being ''incredibly bad'', and the ''mental high'' that was achieved from such acts was addicting.

However, after a rather big con went south and the two were nearly killed, S'kye changed again. Everything from her posture to her speech was different and almost exactly like it'd been back in Camp. The more shy, normal S'kye suggested that they stop with all the crime because it's not a good way of life and would only lead to them getting killed. Surprised to hear from the S'kye she used to know, Tamm realised that maybe she could lay low for a bit, so the two parted ways. Tamm went to Limsa Lominsa and S'kye remained in Ul'dah, trying to learn more about her other self and the magical arts.

After a while, the two grew to miss eachother and so eventually they re-united for good.

After many suns worth of living life S'kye's way (NOT commiting mass crimes and frauding people out of their gil, but rather working actual jobs), the other S'kye suggested something; Stealing the normal way was hard... but what if they had others to help? What if, T'amm suggested, instead of simply expanding their repertoire, they dynamic duo goes for broke? At first the two S'kye's debated this. The innocent Lalafel protested that they had moved on from that life and that they should've just stuck to normal jobs, but the other S'kye (Whom had been aptly named, "Switch") mentioned that all they needed was one good heist and they'd be set for life, never having to harm anyone or commit a crime ever again. After some hesitation, the two inner S'kye's agreed that they could do one more job but then they'd just live normally from then on.

With much conferring with each other, a plan was hatched. It would be much easier to get what they wished, if others had no choice but to look the other way. If the Lalafell and the Seeker were in charge, who would be there to stop them?

'''No-one.'''

:'''"Though... fear ain't a way t' gain loyalty."''' The tanned and scarred Miqo'te mused, as she adjusted her beloved Lalafell's hat just so.

:'''"Ah, Tamm, this is true... but.."''' The raven haired mage reasoned, tilting her chin to peer up at her friend. '''"What about love?"'''

:A snort rises from the throat of her hoodlum-esq partner, accompanied by a dramatic roll on intense seaglass colored feline eyes. '''"Love...? Wait... th's... th's could work. I gotta idea."'''

:With a gentle smile, the quaint Lalafell nodded. '''"So do I."'''
<br>
With that, the plan was set. Now? Now, the two wait and see what happens next.</div>
|}

S'kye S'yoponi

2016-09-27T05:08:26Z

SkyeTheKnumpty: Frameworks, I'll fill in the rest later!

| {{Infobox-character
| name =
| image = Newskypose.png
| imagewidth = 300px
| caption =
| title = S'kye
| gender = Female
| citizenship = None
| race = Lalafell
| clan = Dunesfolk
| age = 44
| occupation = Pathfinders Helper
}}
===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #a8e199;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Backstory</div>===
<table style="position:center;" width="75%">
''Partially written by [[Tamm'lin Maertena|Tamm'lin Maertena's Player]]''

:The start of this story is that there isn't even a start. S'kye quite literally woke up in some damned forest one day, couldn't remember where they were, who they were, and whose shirt they even had on. No wounds could be seen, no chocobos nearby, and really it almost seems the lalafell just laid down for a nap... then forgot her life. Which, in hindsight... isn't all that great. However, S'kye managed to bumble out of the forest and into a nearby village of Sun Seekers, who luckily for S'kye, managed to take pity on the poor, portly, and apparently brain-absent thing. They took the Lalafell in, assuming she was a child from the skies, who'd been sent down for a second chance at life. The Clan gave her a name and integrated here into the village with much joy.

:Or at least, that's the story Tamm would tell you, but like all good tales there's an element that changes between storytellers. You want to know what ''really'' happened? Well you're in luck.

The start is true. One day the Lalafel just woke up in the middle of no-where, with no idea who she was or even what she was. All she knew was a need to survive. The Lalafel walked for hours in the empty Thanalan deserts before collapsing in a small black heap. When she awoke she found herself in a small village of Seekers. They had given her food and water and even clothes. They viewed her as some sort of gift from the skies. Over time, the Lalafell gained an understanding of language, both through memory flashbacks and teaching and they even gave her a name. S'kye. A subtle nod to her apparent origin. S'kye did her best to fit in around the tribe, helping out with tasks and even helping teach the younger Miqo'te. All around the innocent little Lalafell did her best to live a normal life.

''Then she met Tamm''. Big green eyes ablaze with intense mischief and curiosity. At first, S'kye was cautious of Tamm. Her constant talking about ditching traditions and leaving sounded crazy to her. "Just leave the people that saved my life? That'd be so rude!" she would say. But eventually it got to her. Tamm'lin's constant talking of the outside world and it's mysteries struck a chord with the Lalafel. She'd lost ALL her memories and she was just sat there doing the same thing every day. There could be so much outside the desert that she'd never see. After that, the two ladies quickly became inseparable, as S'kye quickly developed a never-ending crave for knowledge.

Knowledge they wouldn't really be able to find, considering the Seeker female was meant to do not much more in life than settle for being a woman of the clan and the Lalafel didn't know anything other than what she remembered and was taught by the Seekers. As the two grew older and more 'of age', S'kye's itch to learn had become a full out lust, constantly asking about things the Tribe simply didn't know enough about. All the while, the wild-hearted Seeker only grew more frantic in her resolute bucking of tradition. - Which the current Nuhn had simply had enough of.

He decided to teach the girl a lesson; Whether she liked it or not.

Something changed in S'kye when she saw the Nuhn force himself upon and attack her best friend, something new, something not from her past life. In an instant her fight of flight instinct was already gone. She stopped pleading for the Nuhn to stop and just...changed. Her body moved on it's own accord, knowing that once the Nuhn had finished with her friend he'd surely attack her too. In that moment, she attacked. All it took was a single hand movement as two sharp shards of ""stone"" burst from the floor and floated in front of her very eyes. She'd never been able to use magic before, nor did she even know what an Aether was! But this S'kye, this strange other version of herself didn't care about what she did or didn't know, just that her friend was in danger. With another swipe the shards found themself lodged in the Nuhn's skin, who dropped what he was doing to face the tiny Lalafell. His boot across her face came as a rude shock to the Lalafell, who'd assumed her body was going to keep moving on it's own and fighting for her. As she lay there in pain watching her friend tear the Nuhn apart, her fractured innocence taking a harsh beating, she could feel something different about herself. Inside her head, deep within her mind was someone who had saved Tamm. Another S'kye. Or at least that's what she'd thought for most of her life.

As the blood pooled around her bare, bruised feet - her Seeker friend stood there, gasping for breath, mind cooling from the adrenaline high. Then panicking happened. Knowing the repercussions would be severe and only focusing on the survival of her friend and herself, the Lalafel suggested they steal some food and water and go as far away possible. Deciding it was probably for the best, the two two fled as fast and as far as legs could carry. Rather, as far as T'amm could carry S'kye. For years, they traveled together; Living in any way they knew how, which wasn't very much, other than raising general hell. There were small things about S'kye that were different, she seemed much more less reserved and quiet and surprisingly good at deceiving people. Unlike the innocent flower Tamm had once known, this S'kye was willing to do anything to survive. Over time, this "survival" eventually turned into petty crime, petty crime turned into short cons, and short cons turned into all out fraud. The pair was ''incredibly' good'' at being ''incredibly bad'', and the ''mental high'' that was achieved from such acts was addicting.

However, after a rather big con went south and the two were nearly killed, S'kye changed again. Everything from her posture to her speech was different and almost exactly like it'd been back in Camp. The more shy, normal S'kye suggested that they stop with all the crime because it's not a good way of life and would only lead to them getting killed. Whilst many believe this situation was proof that S'kye had some sort of split personality, the truth is much deeper than that. The S'kye that fought back against the Nuhn, the same S'kye that was into crime and deceiving people wasn't another person, but rather a response to her environment. When the innocent Lalafell was faced with a situation so different and traumatizing, she was faced with the choice to adapt or die. And she chose to adapt. At first, being ""bad"" weighed heavily on her conscience. She knew what she was doing was awful and that she herself was awful. But she couldn't change her ways. Robberies and cons were all she knew and without them she'd surely run out of money and die. That was until the ""accident"". After falling through the stained glass windows of the Golden Saucer and barely living thanks to an extremely rare coincidence, S'kye had to re-evaluate her life. She had to change, and she couldn't do it with Tamm. S'kye suggested that they stop with all the crime because it wasn't a good way of life and would only lead to them getting killed. Surprised to hear from the S'kye she used to know, Tamm realised that maybe she could lay low for a bit, so the two parted ways. Tamm went to Limsa Lominsa and S'kye remained in Ul'dah, trying to learn more about her other self and the magical arts.

After a while, the two grew to miss each other and so eventually they re-united for good, for a while at least. Tamm hadn't managed to kick her criminal habit, still picking fights with strangers and picking pockets. S'kye however, had managed to move on. It was hard at first, but after months of menial labor for various taverns and a whole lot of luck she was finally back in a lawful way. Or at least until she joined the Pathfinders...

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<td style="vertical-align: top;font-size:9pt;font-family:Helvetica;"><h3>
<div style="padding:10px 35px;background: #b9e7ad;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;"><center>''LIKES''</center></div></h3>
: <font style="color:#b9e7ad;" size="3">■</font> Reading EVERYTHING.
: <font style="color:#b9e7ad;" size="3">■</font> Working on her Mammets
: <font style="color:#b9e7ad;" size="3">■</font> Making additions to her airship
: <font style="color:#b9e7ad;" size="3">■</font> Goofing around
: <font style="color:#b9e7ad;" size="3">■</font> Flying
: <font style="color:#b9e7ad;" size="3">■</font> Creating zany inventions
: <font style="color:#b9e7ad;" size="3">■</font> Studying everything that can possibly be studied.

<td style="vertical-align: top;font-size:9pt;font-family:Helvetica;"><h3><span class="mw-headline">
<div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #d8e7ad;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;"><center>''DISLIKES''</center></div></span></h3>

: <font style="color:#d8e7ad;" size="3">■</font> Regaining Memories of her past self. (They're the most painful to regain.)
: <font style="color:#d8e7ad;" size="3">■</font> The Shards of Dalamud scattered around the land.
: <font style="color:#d8e7ad;" size="3">■</font> Bullies
: <font style="color:#d8e7ad;" size="3">■</font> Social Injustices
: <font style="color:#d8e7ad;" size="3">■</font> Having her stuff blown up

<td style="vertical-align: top;font-size:9pt;font-family:Helvetica;"><h3><span class="mw-headline">
<div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #ffe7ad;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;"><center>''FLAWS''</center></div></span></h3>

: <font style="color:#ffe7ad;" size="3">■</font> Destructive - A trail of destruction follows her everywhere she goes.
: <font style="color:#ffe7ad;" size="3">■</font> Naive - Her lack of knowledge often results in people taking advantage of her with lies.
: <font style="color:#ffe7ad;" size="3">■</font> Misguided Morals - Good and Bad are interchangeable in her eyes.
: <font style="color:#ffe7ad;" size="3">■</font> Really short.

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

:Despite living with a village of people that worshipped the day, S'kye herself is actually quite pale. It's unbeknownst if this is due to her health or her love for robes.

:Her bobbed hair is a dark black colour that often matches the dark attire she usually wears. Despite living in the dry deserts of Thanalan, her hair seemingly remains smooth and soft.

: S'kye's love of black clothing doesn't come from some brooding nature or love of darkness, she simply likes black clothing because she likes the color and being able to blend into the shadows when large, scary, predators try to eat her. She usually wears some dark robes with her hood down, but has also acquired some pale formal attire in her travels. A lover of shinies, S'kye tends to wear whatever pretty rings and miscellany she can find.

:After rediscovering herself in Ishgard, S'kye has shifted from a love of robes to a love for various outfits. Normally she's seen wearing engineering clothes with goggles or her sailor uniform, just because they're comfy.

:The most unique feature of the Lalafel is her eyes. Not unheard of but still quite rare for a Lalafel, S'kye's heterochromia is often the subject of teasing and insults. She jokingly says that one of her eye's turned red after she defeated Ifrit (which she didn't) as a sign of her gaining the Primals power (a lie).

<div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #9bb1ca;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;"><center>'''''RUMORS'''''</center></div>
''Some of these rumors are untrue or are greatly exaggerated. Please feel free to add your own rumors under PC!''
<div style="border:0px solid; padding:8px;"><b>
<div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #cdd8e4;">◢ Common Rumors (Easily overheard)</div></b>
: <font style="color: #cdd8e4;" size="3">■</font> "I heard she defeated Ifrit!"
: <font style="color: #cdd8e4;" size="3">■</font> "S'kye? She always helps out around the Tavern in exchange for a bed for the night."
: <font style="color: #cdd8e4;" size="3">■</font> "Isn't that the girl that crashed her airship into the beach?"
: <font style="color: #cdd8e4;" size="3">■</font> "When she waddles in to town, you're either in for the time of your life or hell."

<b><div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #c1cede;">◢ Moderate Rumors (Moderately difficult to overhear)</div></b>
: <font style="color:#c1cede;" size="3">■</font> "She's the one that lived with the cats, right?"
: <font style="color:#c1cede;" size="3">■</font> "I swear she used to be a criminal, but all Lalafell look the same to me."
: <font style="color:#c1cede;" size="3">■</font> "Apparently she made a sentient Mammet. Creepy..."

<b><div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #a8bbd0;">◢ Rare Rumors (Very difficult or rarely overheard)</div></b>
: <font style="color:#a8bbd0;" size="3">■</font> "There's more than meets the eye to that one. Something about her just doesn't ''feel'' right."
: <font style="color:#a8bbd0;" size="3">■</font> "My Brother's Cousin's friend's Sister's Auntie's Co-worker said that she fell out of the sky one day."
: <font style="color:#a8bbd0;" size="3">■</font> "I hear she'll transport any material goods you need for the right price. But be careful, certain people that go to her for transport needs never come back..."

<b><div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #a8bbd0;">◢ Character Rumors (Rumors left from other characters)</div></b>

<div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #9bb1ca;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;"><center>'''''RELATIONS'''''</center></div>
: <center><font style="color:#F02311;" size="3">₳</font> Romantic??? <font style="color:#e1a261;" size="3">₡</font> Close Friends <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">₵</font> "Friends!" <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">♠</font>Acquaintances <font style="color:#b1c5dd;" size="3">¤</font>Neutral <font style="color:#000000;" size="3">♦</font> "Jerks!" </center>

: <font style="color:#e1a261;" size="3">♠</font> Tamm'lin Maertena - Whilst they were once best of friends, after re-meeting their friendship drifted apart as S'kye started seeing the flaws in Tamm. Whilst they're still friends, S'kye certainly doesn't view her in the same light anymore.

:<font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">₵</font> Kazino - At the very least, he is great for riding around on his shoulders!

:<font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">₵</font> Shay - Also good for shoulder rides.

:<font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">₡</font> *[[Zigovali Rigovali]] - Once upon a time S'kye hated Zigo more than anybody else in the world, but since then they've become very close friends. No-one quite knows why they're such close friends, hell even S'kye doesn't know. Maybe it's because they're both Lalafell, maybe because they have similar histories? All S'kye cares about is that they're best pals. What's that? You think there could be more going on between them? Gosh no! Besides, if anyone she's got her eye on...

:<font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">₳</font> *[[Jujuwai Totowai]] - Whilst romantic relations isn't exactly accurate since they've only met once, something about Jujuwai just has S'kye enthralled. His expert knowledge on engineering and mammeteering is superior to anyone else S'kye knows and because of it she views him as the ultimate role model, studying and bettering herself so she can ""be"" like him. He's pretty much the closest thing she has to a crush and even then that's a stretch.

:<font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">₵</font> Shou

:<font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">₵</font> Randis

:<font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">₵</font> Ehfi

:<font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">₵</font> Hime

:<font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">₵</font> Reinhold

:<font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">₵</font> Abagail

:<font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">₵</font> Eaubront

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! <font style="color:#F02311;" size="3">Old Stuff
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| image = SkyesPictureThing.png
| imagewidth = 300px
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| title = S'kye S'yoponi
| gender = Female
| citizenship = None
| race = Lalafel
| clan = Dunesfolk?
| age = Not sure.
| occupation = Not dying?
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===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #a8e199;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Backstory</div>===
<table style="position:center;" width="75%">
''Written by [[Tamm'lin Maertena|Tamm'lin Maertena's Player]]''

:The start of this story is that there isn't even a start. S'kye quite literally woke up in some damned forest one day, couldn't remember where they were, who they were, and whose shirt they even had on. No wounds could be seen, no chocobos nearby, and really it almost seems the lalafell just laid down for a nap... then forgot her life. Which, in hindsight... isn't all that great. However, S'kye managed to bumble out of the forest and into a nearby village of Sun Seekers, who luckily for S'kye, managed to take pity on the poor, portly, and apparently brain-absent thing. They took the Lalafel in, assuming she was a child from the skies, who'd been sent down for a second chance at life. The Clan gave her a name and integrated here into the village with much joy.

:As the Lalafel spent her time with the village of Miqo'te, curious things started to happen. The Lalafell gained the ability to read, write, and speak with grace and brevity, without being taught - And in all manner of tongues! More than that, the Lalafell seemed to have extensive knowledge in Aether manipulation and esoteric mathematics, which seemingly came up at random. They couldn't remember the information at will, but the flashes that came on their own were powerful things, and S'kye's heading often pounding in pain afterwards for a few moments each time a piece of new information came rushing back to them."

:When she finally left the Seeker tribe to travel forth into the world, to much fanfare because the cats really did enjoy her sunshine-face waddling around camp, S'kye eventually found herself in Ul'dah.

:Why Ul'dah? Well... she liked the way the name rolled off the tongue. "Uuuuhhhlll'Daaaah!" She'd murmur, smiling to herself, adorable nose wrinkling up.

:The moment she stepped foot into the city... nothing happened. No memories came flooding back, no ghostly twinges of "This looks familiar...", no pulls towards any sort of direction.

:And this was good and pleasing to S'kye, who'd spent the last few years at the whim of her flighty memories.

:With gil in her purse and a cheerful waddle to her step, the socially awkward, perhaps rightfully so, Lalafell began a new life in Ul'dah.

:Now, even though her moments of painful memory return were now few and far between... she still had such a warm, comfortable feeling towards the magickal arts. It started out as curiosity, but quickly became full-on near insatiable lust for all types of magickal knowledge.

<center>... And she seemed to have such a strange affinity for reptiles, of all things. Huh, weird!</center>
<br>
<center><small>'''''This is at least the story she will tell you... Who knows if it's actually true?'''''</small></center>

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<td style="vertical-align: top;font-size:9pt;font-family:Helvetica;"><h3>
<div style="padding:10px 35px;background: #b9e7ad;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;"><center>''LIKES''</center></div></h3>
: <font style="color:#b9e7ad;" size="3">■</font> Reading EVERYTHING.
: <font style="color:#b9e7ad;" size="3">■</font> Writing about everything in her Journal.
: <font style="color:#b9e7ad;" size="3">■</font> Practising magicks.
: <font style="color:#b9e7ad;" size="3">■</font> Not being dead.
: <font style="color:#b9e7ad;" size="3">■</font> ''The feeling of a dagger in each hand.''
: <font style="color:#b9e7ad;" size="3">■</font> Chocobo Hatchlings.
: <font style="color:#b9e7ad;" size="3">■</font> Studying everything that can possibly be studied.

<td style="vertical-align: top;font-size:9pt;font-family:Helvetica;"><h3><span class="mw-headline">
<div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #d8e7ad;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;"><center>''DISLIKES''</center></div></span></h3>

: <font style="color:#d8e7ad;" size="3">■</font> Regaining Memories of her past self. (They're the most painful to regain.)
: <font style="color:#d8e7ad;" size="3">■</font> The Shards of Dalamud scattered around the land.
: <font style="color:#d8e7ad;" size="3">■</font> ''People who use magic.''
: <font style="color:#d8e7ad;" size="3">■</font> Her eye colour.
: <font style="color:#d8e7ad;" size="3">■</font> Brutes.

<td style="vertical-align: top;font-size:9pt;font-family:Helvetica;"><h3><span class="mw-headline">
<div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #ffe7ad;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;"><center>''FLAWS''</center></div></span></h3>

: <font style="color:#ffe7ad;" size="3">■</font> Regains memories at the worst times, incapacitating her.
: <font style="color:#ffe7ad;" size="3">■</font> Naive - Her lack of knowledge often results in people taking advantage of her with lies.
: <font style="color:#ffe7ad;" size="3">■</font> ''Reads too much.''
: <font style="color:#ffe7ad;" size="3">■</font> Really short.

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

:Despite living with a village of people that worshipped the day, S'kye herself is actually quite pale. It's unbeknownst if this is due to her health or her love for robes.

:Her bobbed hair is a dark black colour that often matches the dark attire she usually wears. Despite living in the dry deserts of Thanalan, her hair seemingly remains smooth and soft.

: S'kye's love of black clothing doesn't come from some brooding nature or love of darkness, she simply likes black clothing because she likes the color and being able to blend into the shadows when large, scary, predators try to eat her. She usually wears some dark robes with her hood down, but has also acquired some pale formal attire in her travels. A lover of shinies, S'kye tends to wear whatever pretty rings and miscellany she can find.

:The most unique feature of the Lalafel is her eyes. Not unheard of but still quite rare for a Lalafel, S'kye's heterochromia is often the subject of teasing and insults. She jokingly says that one of her eye's turned red after she defeated Ifrit (which she didn't) as a sign of her gaining the Primals power (a lie).

<div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #9bb1ca;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;"><center>'''''RUMORS'''''</center></div>
''Some of these rumors are untrue or are greatly exaggerated. Please feel free to add your own rumors under PC!''
<div style="border:0px solid; padding:8px;"><b>
<div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #cdd8e4;">◢ Common Rumors (Easily overheard)</div></b>
: <font style="color: #cdd8e4;" size="3">■</font> "I heard she defeated Ifrit!"
: <font style="color: #cdd8e4;" size="3">■</font> "S'kye? She always helps out around the Tavern in exchange for a bed for the night."

<b><div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #c1cede;">◢ Moderate Rumors (Moderately difficult to overhear)</div></b>
: <font style="color:#c1cede;" size="3">■</font> "She's the one that lived with the cats, right?"

<b><div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #a8bbd0;">◢ Rare Rumors (Very difficult or rarely overheard)</div></b>
: <font style="color:#a8bbd0;" size="3">■</font> "There's more than meets the eye to that one. Something about her just doesn't ''feel'' right."
: <font style="color:#a8bbd0;" size="3">■</font> "My Brother's Cousin's friend's Sister's Auntie's Co-worker said that she fell out of the sky one day."

<div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #9bb1ca;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;"><center>'''''RELATIONS'''''</center></div>
: <center><font style="color:#F02311;" size="3">₳</font> Romantic??? <font style="color:#e1a261;" size="3">₡</font> Close Friends <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">₵</font> "Friends!" <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">♠</font>Acquaintances <font style="color:#b1c5dd;" size="3">¤</font>Neutral <font style="color:#000000;" size="3">♦</font> "Jerks!" </center>

: <font style="color:#e1a261;" size="3">₡</font> Tamm'lin Maertena - S'kye and Tamm have been friends since...pretty much ''forever''.

:<font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">₵</font> Kazino - At the very least, he is great for riding around on his shoulders!

:<font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">₵</font> Shay - Also good for shoulder rides.

</div>

===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #8fa7c3;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;"><center>Actual Backstory [SPOILERS. YOU MAY IGNORE THIS PART.]</center></div>===
<table style="position:center;" width="75%">

<big><big><center>'''This information is entirely OOC until mentioned IC.'''</center></big></big>

'''Before beginning, this is partly taken from [[Tamm'lin Maertena]]'s wiki page because the two are intertwined, however this backstory is from S'kye's perspective'''
<br>

The start is true. One day the Lalafel just woke up in the middle of no-where, with no idea who she was or even what she was. All she knew was a need to survive. The Lalafel walked for hours in the empty Thanalan deserts before collapsing in a small black heap. When she awoke she found herself in a small village of Seekers. They had given her food and water and even clothes. They viewed her as some sort of gift from the skies. Over time, the Lalafel gained an understanding of language, both through memory flashbacks and teaching and they even gave her a name. S'kye. A subtle nod to her apparent origin. S'kye did her best to fit in around the tribe, helping out with tasks and even helping teach the younger Miqo'te. All around the innocent little Lalafel did her best to live a normal life.

''Then she met Tamm''. Big green eyes ablaze with intense mischief and curiosity. At first, S'kye was cautious of Tamm. Her constant talking about ditching traditions and leaving sounded crazy to her. "Just leave the people that saved my life? That'd be so rude!" she would say. But eventually it got to her. Tamm'lin's constant talking of the outside world and it's mysteries struck a chord with the Lalafel. She'd lost ALL her memories and she was just sat there doing the same thing every day. There could be so much outside the desert that she'd never see. After that, the two ladies quickly became inseparable, as S'kye quickly developed a never-ending crave for knowledge.

Knowledge they wouldn't really be able to find, considering the Seeker female was meant to do not much more in life than settle for being a woman of the clan and the Lalafel didn't know anything other than what she remembered and was taught by the Seekers. As the two grew older and more 'of age', S'kye's itch to learn had become a full out lust, constantly asking about things the Tribe simply didn't know enough about. All the while, the wild-hearted Seeker only grew more frantic in her resolute bucking of tradition. - Which the current Nuhn had simply had enough of.

He decided to teach the girl a lesson; Whether she liked it or not.

Something changed in S'kye when she saw the Nuhn force himself upon and attack her best friend, something new, something not from her past life. In an instant her fight of flight instinct was already gone. She stopped pleading for the Nuhn to stop and just...changed. Her body moved on it's own accord, knowing that once the Nuhn had finished with her friend he'd surely attack her too. In that moment, she attacked. All it took was a single hand movement as two sharp shards of ice formed in the air in front of her. She'd never been able to use magic before, nor did she even know what an Aether was! But this S'kye, this strange other version of herself didn't care about what she did or didn't know, just that her friend was in danger. With another swipe the shards found themself lodged in the Nuhn's skin, who dropped what he was doing to face the tiny Lalafel. His boot across her face came as a rude shock to the Lalafel, who'd assumed her body was going to keep moving on it's own and fighting for her. As she lay there in pain watching her friend tear the Nuhn apart, her fractured innocence taking a harsh beating, she could feel something different about herself. Inside her head, deep within her mind was someone who had saved Tamm. Another S'kye. One she let take over as she slipped into sleep.

As the blood pooled around her bare, bruised feet - her Seeker friend stood there, gasping for breath, mind cooling from the adrenaline high. Then panicking happened. Knowing the repurcussions would be severe and only focusing on the survival of her friend and herself, the Lalafel suggested they steal some food and water and go as far away possible. Deciding it was probably for the best, the two two fled as fast and as far as legs could carry. Rather, as far as T'amm could carry S'kye. For years, they traveled together; Living in any way they knew how, which wasn't very much, other than raising general hell. There were small things about S'kye that were different, she seemed much more less reserved and quiet and surprisingly good at deceiving people. Unlike the innocent flower Tamm had once known, this S'kye was willing to do anything to survive. Over time, this "survival" eventually turned into petty crime, petty crime turned into short cons, and short cons turned into all out fraud. The pair was ''incredibly' good'' at being ''incredibly bad'', and the ''mental high'' that was achieved from such acts was addicting.

However, after a rather big con went south and the two were nearly killed, S'kye changed again. Everything from her posture to her speech was different and almost exactly like it'd been back in Camp. The more shy, normal S'kye suggested that they stop with all the crime because it's not a good way of life and would only lead to them getting killed. Surprised to hear from the S'kye she used to know, Tamm realised that maybe she could lay low for a bit, so the two parted ways. Tamm went to Limsa Lominsa and S'kye remained in Ul'dah, trying to learn more about her other self and the magical arts.

After a while, the two grew to miss eachother and so eventually they re-united for good.

After many suns worth of living life S'kye's way (NOT commiting mass crimes and frauding people out of their gil, but rather working actual jobs), the other S'kye suggested something; Stealing the normal way was hard... but what if they had others to help? What if, T'amm suggested, instead of simply expanding their repertoire, they dynamic duo goes for broke? At first the two S'kye's debated this. The innocent Lalafel protested that they had moved on from that life and that they should've just stuck to normal jobs, but the other S'kye (Whom had been aptly named, "Switch") mentioned that all they needed was one good heist and they'd be set for life, never having to harm anyone or commit a crime ever again. After some hesitation, the two inner S'kye's agreed that they could do one more job but then they'd just live normally from then on.

With much conferring with each other, a plan was hatched. It would be much easier to get what they wished, if others had no choice but to look the other way. If the Lalafell and the Seeker were in charge, who would be there to stop them?

'''No-one.'''

:'''"Though... fear ain't a way t' gain loyalty."''' The tanned and scarred Miqo'te mused, as she adjusted her beloved Lalafell's hat just so.

:'''"Ah, Tamm, this is true... but.."''' The raven haired mage reasoned, tilting her chin to peer up at her friend. '''"What about love?"'''

:A snort rises from the throat of her hoodlum-esq partner, accompanied by a dramatic roll on intense seaglass colored feline eyes. '''"Love...? Wait... th's... th's could work. I gotta idea."'''

:With a gentle smile, the quaint Lalafell nodded. '''"So do I."'''
<br>
With that, the plan was set. Now? Now, the two wait and see what happens next.</div>
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S'kye S'yoponi

2016-09-27T04:27:29Z

SkyeTheKnumpty: not finished yet

| {{Infobox-character
| name =
| image = Newskypose.png
| imagewidth = 300px
| caption =
| title = S'kye S'yoponi
| gender = Female
| citizenship = None
| race = Lalafel
| clan = Dunesfolk?
| age = Not sure.
| occupation = Not dying?
}}
===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #a8e199;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Backstory</div>===
<table style="position:center;" width="75%">
''Partially written by [[Tamm'lin Maertena|Tamm'lin Maertena's Player]]''

:The start of this story is that there isn't even a start. S'kye quite literally woke up in some damned forest one day, couldn't remember where they were, who they were, and whose shirt they even had on. No wounds could be seen, no chocobos nearby, and really it almost seems the lalafell just laid down for a nap... then forgot her life. Which, in hindsight... isn't all that great. However, S'kye managed to bumble out of the forest and into a nearby village of Sun Seekers, who luckily for S'kye, managed to take pity on the poor, portly, and apparently brain-absent thing. They took the Lalafell in, assuming she was a child from the skies, who'd been sent down for a second chance at life. The Clan gave her a name and integrated here into the village with much joy.

:Or at least, that's the story Tamm would tell you, but like all good tales there's an element that changes between storytellers. You want to know what ''really'' happened? Well you're in luck.

The start is true. One day the Lalafel just woke up in the middle of no-where, with no idea who she was or even what she was. All she knew was a need to survive. The Lalafel walked for hours in the empty Thanalan deserts before collapsing in a small black heap. When she awoke she found herself in a small village of Seekers. They had given her food and water and even clothes. They viewed her as some sort of gift from the skies. Over time, the Lalafell gained an understanding of language, both through memory flashbacks and teaching and they even gave her a name. S'kye. A subtle nod to her apparent origin. S'kye did her best to fit in around the tribe, helping out with tasks and even helping teach the younger Miqo'te. All around the innocent little Lalafell did her best to live a normal life.

''Then she met Tamm''. Big green eyes ablaze with intense mischief and curiosity. At first, S'kye was cautious of Tamm. Her constant talking about ditching traditions and leaving sounded crazy to her. "Just leave the people that saved my life? That'd be so rude!" she would say. But eventually it got to her. Tamm'lin's constant talking of the outside world and it's mysteries struck a chord with the Lalafel. She'd lost ALL her memories and she was just sat there doing the same thing every day. There could be so much outside the desert that she'd never see. After that, the two ladies quickly became inseparable, as S'kye quickly developed a never-ending crave for knowledge.

Knowledge they wouldn't really be able to find, considering the Seeker female was meant to do not much more in life than settle for being a woman of the clan and the Lalafel didn't know anything other than what she remembered and was taught by the Seekers. As the two grew older and more 'of age', S'kye's itch to learn had become a full out lust, constantly asking about things the Tribe simply didn't know enough about. All the while, the wild-hearted Seeker only grew more frantic in her resolute bucking of tradition. - Which the current Nuhn had simply had enough of.

He decided to teach the girl a lesson; Whether she liked it or not.

Something changed in S'kye when she saw the Nuhn force himself upon and attack her best friend, something new, something not from her past life. In an instant her fight of flight instinct was already gone. She stopped pleading for the Nuhn to stop and just...changed. Her body moved on it's own accord, knowing that once the Nuhn had finished with her friend he'd surely attack her too. In that moment, she attacked. All it took was a single hand movement as two sharp shards of ""stone"" burst from the floor and floated in front of her very eyes. She'd never been able to use magic before, nor did she even know what an Aether was! But this S'kye, this strange other version of herself didn't care about what she did or didn't know, just that her friend was in danger. With another swipe the shards found themself lodged in the Nuhn's skin, who dropped what he was doing to face the tiny Lalafell. His boot across her face came as a rude shock to the Lalafell, who'd assumed her body was going to keep moving on it's own and fighting for her. As she lay there in pain watching her friend tear the Nuhn apart, her fractured innocence taking a harsh beating, she could feel something different about herself. Inside her head, deep within her mind was someone who had saved Tamm. Another S'kye. Or at least that's what she'd thought for most of her life.

As the blood pooled around her bare, bruised feet - her Seeker friend stood there, gasping for breath, mind cooling from the adrenaline high. Then panicking happened. Knowing the repercussions would be severe and only focusing on the survival of her friend and herself, the Lalafel suggested they steal some food and water and go as far away possible. Deciding it was probably for the best, the two two fled as fast and as far as legs could carry. Rather, as far as T'amm could carry S'kye. For years, they traveled together; Living in any way they knew how, which wasn't very much, other than raising general hell. There were small things about S'kye that were different, she seemed much more less reserved and quiet and surprisingly good at deceiving people. Unlike the innocent flower Tamm had once known, this S'kye was willing to do anything to survive. Over time, this "survival" eventually turned into petty crime, petty crime turned into short cons, and short cons turned into all out fraud. The pair was ''incredibly' good'' at being ''incredibly bad'', and the ''mental high'' that was achieved from such acts was addicting.

However, after a rather big con went south and the two were nearly killed, S'kye changed again. Everything from her posture to her speech was different and almost exactly like it'd been back in Camp. The more shy, normal S'kye suggested that they stop with all the crime because it's not a good way of life and would only lead to them getting killed. Whilst many believe this situation was proof that S'kye had some sort of split personality, the truth is much deeper than that. The S'kye that fought back against the Nuhn, the same S'kye that was into crime and deceiving people wasn't another person, but rather a response to her environment. When the innocent Lalafell was faced with a situation so different and traumatizing, she was faced with the choice to adapt or die. And she chose to adapt. At first, being ""bad"" weighed heavily on her conscience. She knew what she was doing was awful and that she herself was awful. But she couldn't change her ways. Robberies and cons were all she knew and without them she'd surely run out of money and die. That was until the ""accident"". After falling through the stained glass windows of the Golden Saucer and barely living thanks to an extremely rare coincidence, S'kye had to re-evaluate her life. She had to change, and she couldn't do it with Tamm. S'kye suggested that they stop with all the crime because it wasn't a good way of life and would only lead to them getting killed. Surprised to hear from the S'kye she used to know, Tamm realised that maybe she could lay low for a bit, so the two parted ways. Tamm went to Limsa Lominsa and S'kye remained in Ul'dah, trying to learn more about her other self and the magical arts.

After a while, the two grew to miss each other and so eventually they re-united for good, for a while at least. Tamm hadn't managed to kick her criminal habit, still picking fights with strangers and picking pockets. S'kye however, had managed to move on. It was hard at first, but after months of menial labor for various taverns and a whole lot of luck she was finally back in a lawful way. Or at least until she joined the Pathfinders...

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<td style="vertical-align: top;font-size:9pt;font-family:Helvetica;"><h3>
<div style="padding:10px 35px;background: #b9e7ad;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;"><center>''LIKES''</center></div></h3>
: <font style="color:#b9e7ad;" size="3">■</font> Reading EVERYTHING.
: <font style="color:#b9e7ad;" size="3">■</font> Writing about everything in her Journal.
: <font style="color:#b9e7ad;" size="3">■</font> Practising magicks.
: <font style="color:#b9e7ad;" size="3">■</font> Not being dead.
: <font style="color:#b9e7ad;" size="3">■</font> ''The feeling of a dagger in each hand.''
: <font style="color:#b9e7ad;" size="3">■</font> Chocobo Hatchlings.
: <font style="color:#b9e7ad;" size="3">■</font> Studying everything that can possibly be studied.

<td style="vertical-align: top;font-size:9pt;font-family:Helvetica;"><h3><span class="mw-headline">
<div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #d8e7ad;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;"><center>''DISLIKES''</center></div></span></h3>

: <font style="color:#d8e7ad;" size="3">■</font> Regaining Memories of her past self. (They're the most painful to regain.)
: <font style="color:#d8e7ad;" size="3">■</font> The Shards of Dalamud scattered around the land.
: <font style="color:#d8e7ad;" size="3">■</font> ''People who use magic.''
: <font style="color:#d8e7ad;" size="3">■</font> Her eye colour.
: <font style="color:#d8e7ad;" size="3">■</font> Brutes.

<td style="vertical-align: top;font-size:9pt;font-family:Helvetica;"><h3><span class="mw-headline">
<div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #ffe7ad;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;"><center>''FLAWS''</center></div></span></h3>

: <font style="color:#ffe7ad;" size="3">■</font> Regains memories at the worst times, incapacitating her.
: <font style="color:#ffe7ad;" size="3">■</font> Naive - Her lack of knowledge often results in people taking advantage of her with lies.
: <font style="color:#ffe7ad;" size="3">■</font> ''Reads too much.''
: <font style="color:#ffe7ad;" size="3">■</font> Really short.

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

:Despite living with a village of people that worshipped the day, S'kye herself is actually quite pale. It's unbeknownst if this is due to her health or her love for robes.

:Her bobbed hair is a dark black colour that often matches the dark attire she usually wears. Despite living in the dry deserts of Thanalan, her hair seemingly remains smooth and soft.

: S'kye's love of black clothing doesn't come from some brooding nature or love of darkness, she simply likes black clothing because she likes the color and being able to blend into the shadows when large, scary, predators try to eat her. She usually wears some dark robes with her hood down, but has also acquired some pale formal attire in her travels. A lover of shinies, S'kye tends to wear whatever pretty rings and miscellany she can find.

:The most unique feature of the Lalafel is her eyes. Not unheard of but still quite rare for a Lalafel, S'kye's heterochromia is often the subject of teasing and insults. She jokingly says that one of her eye's turned red after she defeated Ifrit (which she didn't) as a sign of her gaining the Primals power (a lie).

<div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #9bb1ca;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;"><center>'''''RUMORS'''''</center></div>
''Some of these rumors are untrue or are greatly exaggerated. Please feel free to add your own rumors under PC!''
<div style="border:0px solid; padding:8px;"><b>
<div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #cdd8e4;">◢ Common Rumors (Easily overheard)</div></b>
: <font style="color: #cdd8e4;" size="3">■</font> "I heard she defeated Ifrit!"
: <font style="color: #cdd8e4;" size="3">■</font> "S'kye? She always helps out around the Tavern in exchange for a bed for the night."

<b><div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #c1cede;">◢ Moderate Rumors (Moderately difficult to overhear)</div></b>
: <font style="color:#c1cede;" size="3">■</font> "She's the one that lived with the cats, right?"

<b><div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #a8bbd0;">◢ Rare Rumors (Very difficult or rarely overheard)</div></b>
: <font style="color:#a8bbd0;" size="3">■</font> "There's more than meets the eye to that one. Something about her just doesn't ''feel'' right."
: <font style="color:#a8bbd0;" size="3">■</font> "My Brother's Cousin's friend's Sister's Auntie's Co-worker said that she fell out of the sky one day."

<div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #9bb1ca;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;"><center>'''''RELATIONS'''''</center></div>
: <center><font style="color:#F02311;" size="3">₳</font> Romantic??? <font style="color:#e1a261;" size="3">₡</font> Close Friends <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">₵</font> "Friends!" <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">♠</font>Acquaintances <font style="color:#b1c5dd;" size="3">¤</font>Neutral <font style="color:#000000;" size="3">♦</font> "Jerks!" </center>

: <font style="color:#e1a261;" size="3">₡</font> Tamm'lin Maertena - S'kye and Tamm have been friends since...pretty much ''forever''.

:<font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">₵</font> Kazino - At the very least, he is great for riding around on his shoulders!

:<font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">₵</font> Shay - Also good for shoulder rides.

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! <font style="color:#F02311;" size="3">Old Stuff
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| {{Infobox-character
| name =
| image = SkyesPictureThing.png
| imagewidth = 300px
| caption =
| title = S'kye S'yoponi
| gender = Female
| citizenship = None
| race = Lalafel
| clan = Dunesfolk?
| age = Not sure.
| occupation = Not dying?
}}
{{Character-stub}}

===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #a8e199;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Backstory</div>===
<table style="position:center;" width="75%">
''Written by [[Tamm'lin Maertena|Tamm'lin Maertena's Player]]''

:The start of this story is that there isn't even a start. S'kye quite literally woke up in some damned forest one day, couldn't remember where they were, who they were, and whose shirt they even had on. No wounds could be seen, no chocobos nearby, and really it almost seems the lalafell just laid down for a nap... then forgot her life. Which, in hindsight... isn't all that great. However, S'kye managed to bumble out of the forest and into a nearby village of Sun Seekers, who luckily for S'kye, managed to take pity on the poor, portly, and apparently brain-absent thing. They took the Lalafel in, assuming she was a child from the skies, who'd been sent down for a second chance at life. The Clan gave her a name and integrated here into the village with much joy.

:As the Lalafel spent her time with the village of Miqo'te, curious things started to happen. The Lalafell gained the ability to read, write, and speak with grace and brevity, without being taught - And in all manner of tongues! More than that, the Lalafell seemed to have extensive knowledge in Aether manipulation and esoteric mathematics, which seemingly came up at random. They couldn't remember the information at will, but the flashes that came on their own were powerful things, and S'kye's heading often pounding in pain afterwards for a few moments each time a piece of new information came rushing back to them."

:When she finally left the Seeker tribe to travel forth into the world, to much fanfare because the cats really did enjoy her sunshine-face waddling around camp, S'kye eventually found herself in Ul'dah.

:Why Ul'dah? Well... she liked the way the name rolled off the tongue. "Uuuuhhhlll'Daaaah!" She'd murmur, smiling to herself, adorable nose wrinkling up.

:The moment she stepped foot into the city... nothing happened. No memories came flooding back, no ghostly twinges of "This looks familiar...", no pulls towards any sort of direction.

:And this was good and pleasing to S'kye, who'd spent the last few years at the whim of her flighty memories.

:With gil in her purse and a cheerful waddle to her step, the socially awkward, perhaps rightfully so, Lalafell began a new life in Ul'dah.

:Now, even though her moments of painful memory return were now few and far between... she still had such a warm, comfortable feeling towards the magickal arts. It started out as curiosity, but quickly became full-on near insatiable lust for all types of magickal knowledge.

<center>... And she seemed to have such a strange affinity for reptiles, of all things. Huh, weird!</center>
<br>
<center><small>'''''This is at least the story she will tell you... Who knows if it's actually true?'''''</small></center>

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<td style="vertical-align: top;font-size:9pt;font-family:Helvetica;"><h3>
<div style="padding:10px 35px;background: #b9e7ad;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;"><center>''LIKES''</center></div></h3>
: <font style="color:#b9e7ad;" size="3">■</font> Reading EVERYTHING.
: <font style="color:#b9e7ad;" size="3">■</font> Writing about everything in her Journal.
: <font style="color:#b9e7ad;" size="3">■</font> Practising magicks.
: <font style="color:#b9e7ad;" size="3">■</font> Not being dead.
: <font style="color:#b9e7ad;" size="3">■</font> ''The feeling of a dagger in each hand.''
: <font style="color:#b9e7ad;" size="3">■</font> Chocobo Hatchlings.
: <font style="color:#b9e7ad;" size="3">■</font> Studying everything that can possibly be studied.

<td style="vertical-align: top;font-size:9pt;font-family:Helvetica;"><h3><span class="mw-headline">
<div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #d8e7ad;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;"><center>''DISLIKES''</center></div></span></h3>

: <font style="color:#d8e7ad;" size="3">■</font> Regaining Memories of her past self. (They're the most painful to regain.)
: <font style="color:#d8e7ad;" size="3">■</font> The Shards of Dalamud scattered around the land.
: <font style="color:#d8e7ad;" size="3">■</font> ''People who use magic.''
: <font style="color:#d8e7ad;" size="3">■</font> Her eye colour.
: <font style="color:#d8e7ad;" size="3">■</font> Brutes.

<td style="vertical-align: top;font-size:9pt;font-family:Helvetica;"><h3><span class="mw-headline">
<div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #ffe7ad;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;"><center>''FLAWS''</center></div></span></h3>

: <font style="color:#ffe7ad;" size="3">■</font> Regains memories at the worst times, incapacitating her.
: <font style="color:#ffe7ad;" size="3">■</font> Naive - Her lack of knowledge often results in people taking advantage of her with lies.
: <font style="color:#ffe7ad;" size="3">■</font> ''Reads too much.''
: <font style="color:#ffe7ad;" size="3">■</font> Really short.

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

:Despite living with a village of people that worshipped the day, S'kye herself is actually quite pale. It's unbeknownst if this is due to her health or her love for robes.

:Her bobbed hair is a dark black colour that often matches the dark attire she usually wears. Despite living in the dry deserts of Thanalan, her hair seemingly remains smooth and soft.

: S'kye's love of black clothing doesn't come from some brooding nature or love of darkness, she simply likes black clothing because she likes the color and being able to blend into the shadows when large, scary, predators try to eat her. She usually wears some dark robes with her hood down, but has also acquired some pale formal attire in her travels. A lover of shinies, S'kye tends to wear whatever pretty rings and miscellany she can find.

:The most unique feature of the Lalafel is her eyes. Not unheard of but still quite rare for a Lalafel, S'kye's heterochromia is often the subject of teasing and insults. She jokingly says that one of her eye's turned red after she defeated Ifrit (which she didn't) as a sign of her gaining the Primals power (a lie).

<div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #9bb1ca;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;"><center>'''''RUMORS'''''</center></div>
''Some of these rumors are untrue or are greatly exaggerated. Please feel free to add your own rumors under PC!''
<div style="border:0px solid; padding:8px;"><b>
<div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #cdd8e4;">◢ Common Rumors (Easily overheard)</div></b>
: <font style="color: #cdd8e4;" size="3">■</font> "I heard she defeated Ifrit!"
: <font style="color: #cdd8e4;" size="3">■</font> "S'kye? She always helps out around the Tavern in exchange for a bed for the night."

<b><div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #c1cede;">◢ Moderate Rumors (Moderately difficult to overhear)</div></b>
: <font style="color:#c1cede;" size="3">■</font> "She's the one that lived with the cats, right?"

<b><div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #a8bbd0;">◢ Rare Rumors (Very difficult or rarely overheard)</div></b>
: <font style="color:#a8bbd0;" size="3">■</font> "There's more than meets the eye to that one. Something about her just doesn't ''feel'' right."
: <font style="color:#a8bbd0;" size="3">■</font> "My Brother's Cousin's friend's Sister's Auntie's Co-worker said that she fell out of the sky one day."

<div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #9bb1ca;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;"><center>'''''RELATIONS'''''</center></div>
: <center><font style="color:#F02311;" size="3">₳</font> Romantic??? <font style="color:#e1a261;" size="3">₡</font> Close Friends <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">₵</font> "Friends!" <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">♠</font>Acquaintances <font style="color:#b1c5dd;" size="3">¤</font>Neutral <font style="color:#000000;" size="3">♦</font> "Jerks!" </center>

: <font style="color:#e1a261;" size="3">₡</font> Tamm'lin Maertena - S'kye and Tamm have been friends since...pretty much ''forever''.

:<font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">₵</font> Kazino - At the very least, he is great for riding around on his shoulders!

:<font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">₵</font> Shay - Also good for shoulder rides.

</div>

===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #8fa7c3;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;"><center>Actual Backstory [SPOILERS. YOU MAY IGNORE THIS PART.]</center></div>===
<table style="position:center;" width="75%">

<big><big><center>'''This information is entirely OOC until mentioned IC.'''</center></big></big>

'''Before beginning, this is partly taken from [[Tamm'lin Maertena]]'s wiki page because the two are intertwined, however this backstory is from S'kye's perspective'''
<br>

The start is true. One day the Lalafel just woke up in the middle of no-where, with no idea who she was or even what she was. All she knew was a need to survive. The Lalafel walked for hours in the empty Thanalan deserts before collapsing in a small black heap. When she awoke she found herself in a small village of Seekers. They had given her food and water and even clothes. They viewed her as some sort of gift from the skies. Over time, the Lalafel gained an understanding of language, both through memory flashbacks and teaching and they even gave her a name. S'kye. A subtle nod to her apparent origin. S'kye did her best to fit in around the tribe, helping out with tasks and even helping teach the younger Miqo'te. All around the innocent little Lalafel did her best to live a normal life.

''Then she met Tamm''. Big green eyes ablaze with intense mischief and curiosity. At first, S'kye was cautious of Tamm. Her constant talking about ditching traditions and leaving sounded crazy to her. "Just leave the people that saved my life? That'd be so rude!" she would say. But eventually it got to her. Tamm'lin's constant talking of the outside world and it's mysteries struck a chord with the Lalafel. She'd lost ALL her memories and she was just sat there doing the same thing every day. There could be so much outside the desert that she'd never see. After that, the two ladies quickly became inseparable, as S'kye quickly developed a never-ending crave for knowledge.

Knowledge they wouldn't really be able to find, considering the Seeker female was meant to do not much more in life than settle for being a woman of the clan and the Lalafel didn't know anything other than what she remembered and was taught by the Seekers. As the two grew older and more 'of age', S'kye's itch to learn had become a full out lust, constantly asking about things the Tribe simply didn't know enough about. All the while, the wild-hearted Seeker only grew more frantic in her resolute bucking of tradition. - Which the current Nuhn had simply had enough of.

He decided to teach the girl a lesson; Whether she liked it or not.

Something changed in S'kye when she saw the Nuhn force himself upon and attack her best friend, something new, something not from her past life. In an instant her fight of flight instinct was already gone. She stopped pleading for the Nuhn to stop and just...changed. Her body moved on it's own accord, knowing that once the Nuhn had finished with her friend he'd surely attack her too. In that moment, she attacked. All it took was a single hand movement as two sharp shards of ice formed in the air in front of her. She'd never been able to use magic before, nor did she even know what an Aether was! But this S'kye, this strange other version of herself didn't care about what she did or didn't know, just that her friend was in danger. With another swipe the shards found themself lodged in the Nuhn's skin, who dropped what he was doing to face the tiny Lalafel. His boot across her face came as a rude shock to the Lalafel, who'd assumed her body was going to keep moving on it's own and fighting for her. As she lay there in pain watching her friend tear the Nuhn apart, her fractured innocence taking a harsh beating, she could feel something different about herself. Inside her head, deep within her mind was someone who had saved Tamm. Another S'kye. One she let take over as she slipped into sleep.

As the blood pooled around her bare, bruised feet - her Seeker friend stood there, gasping for breath, mind cooling from the adrenaline high. Then panicking happened. Knowing the repurcussions would be severe and only focusing on the survival of her friend and herself, the Lalafel suggested they steal some food and water and go as far away possible. Deciding it was probably for the best, the two two fled as fast and as far as legs could carry. Rather, as far as T'amm could carry S'kye. For years, they traveled together; Living in any way they knew how, which wasn't very much, other than raising general hell. There were small things about S'kye that were different, she seemed much more less reserved and quiet and surprisingly good at deceiving people. Unlike the innocent flower Tamm had once known, this S'kye was willing to do anything to survive. Over time, this "survival" eventually turned into petty crime, petty crime turned into short cons, and short cons turned into all out fraud. The pair was ''incredibly' good'' at being ''incredibly bad'', and the ''mental high'' that was achieved from such acts was addicting.

However, after a rather big con went south and the two were nearly killed, S'kye changed again. Everything from her posture to her speech was different and almost exactly like it'd been back in Camp. The more shy, normal S'kye suggested that they stop with all the crime because it's not a good way of life and would only lead to them getting killed. Surprised to hear from the S'kye she used to know, Tamm realised that maybe she could lay low for a bit, so the two parted ways. Tamm went to Limsa Lominsa and S'kye remained in Ul'dah, trying to learn more about her other self and the magical arts.

After a while, the two grew to miss eachother and so eventually they re-united for good.

After many suns worth of living life S'kye's way (NOT commiting mass crimes and frauding people out of their gil, but rather working actual jobs), the other S'kye suggested something; Stealing the normal way was hard... but what if they had others to help? What if, T'amm suggested, instead of simply expanding their repertoire, they dynamic duo goes for broke? At first the two S'kye's debated this. The innocent Lalafel protested that they had moved on from that life and that they should've just stuck to normal jobs, but the other S'kye (Whom had been aptly named, "Switch") mentioned that all they needed was one good heist and they'd be set for life, never having to harm anyone or commit a crime ever again. After some hesitation, the two inner S'kye's agreed that they could do one more job but then they'd just live normally from then on.

With much conferring with each other, a plan was hatched. It would be much easier to get what they wished, if others had no choice but to look the other way. If the Lalafell and the Seeker were in charge, who would be there to stop them?

'''No-one.'''

:'''"Though... fear ain't a way t' gain loyalty."''' The tanned and scarred Miqo'te mused, as she adjusted her beloved Lalafell's hat just so.

:'''"Ah, Tamm, this is true... but.."''' The raven haired mage reasoned, tilting her chin to peer up at her friend. '''"What about love?"'''

:A snort rises from the throat of her hoodlum-esq partner, accompanied by a dramatic roll on intense seaglass colored feline eyes. '''"Love...? Wait... th's... th's could work. I gotta idea."'''

:With a gentle smile, the quaint Lalafell nodded. '''"So do I."'''
<br>
With that, the plan was set. Now? Now, the two wait and see what happens next.</div>
|}

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2016-09-27T03:36:02Z

SkyeTheKnumpty: For my profile thingo

For my profile thingo

S'kye S'yoponi

2016-09-27T03:35:33Z

SkyeTheKnumpty:

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===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #a8e199;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Backstory</div>===
<table style="position:center;" width="75%">
''Written by [[Tamm'lin Maertena|Tamm'lin Maertena's Player]]''

:The start of this story is that there isn't even a start. S'kye quite literally woke up in some damned forest one day, couldn't remember where they were, who they were, and whose shirt they even had on. No wounds could be seen, no chocobos nearby, and really it almost seems the lalafell just laid down for a nap... then forgot her life. Which, in hindsight... isn't all that great. However, S'kye managed to bumble out of the forest and into a nearby village of Sun Seekers, who luckily for S'kye, managed to take pity on the poor, portly, and apparently brain-absent thing. They took the Lalafel in, assuming she was a child from the skies, who'd been sent down for a second chance at life. The Clan gave her a name and integrated here into the village with much joy.

:As the Lalafel spent her time with the village of Miqo'te, curious things started to happen. The Lalafell gained the ability to read, write, and speak with grace and brevity, without being taught - And in all manner of tongues! More than that, the Lalafell seemed to have extensive knowledge in Aether manipulation and esoteric mathematics, which seemingly came up at random. They couldn't remember the information at will, but the flashes that came on their own were powerful things, and S'kye's heading often pounding in pain afterwards for a few moments each time a piece of new information came rushing back to them."

:When she finally left the Seeker tribe to travel forth into the world, to much fanfare because the cats really did enjoy her sunshine-face waddling around camp, S'kye eventually found herself in Ul'dah.

:Why Ul'dah? Well... she liked the way the name rolled off the tongue. "Uuuuhhhlll'Daaaah!" She'd murmur, smiling to herself, adorable nose wrinkling up.

:The moment she stepped foot into the city... nothing happened. No memories came flooding back, no ghostly twinges of "This looks familiar...", no pulls towards any sort of direction.

:And this was good and pleasing to S'kye, who'd spent the last few years at the whim of her flighty memories.

:With gil in her purse and a cheerful waddle to her step, the socially awkward, perhaps rightfully so, Lalafell began a new life in Ul'dah.

:Now, even though her moments of painful memory return were now few and far between... she still had such a warm, comfortable feeling towards the magickal arts. It started out as curiosity, but quickly became full-on near insatiable lust for all types of magickal knowledge.

<center>... And she seemed to have such a strange affinity for reptiles, of all things. Huh, weird!</center>
<br>
<center><small>'''''This is at least the story she will tell you... Who knows if it's actually true?'''''</small></center>

<tr>
<td style="vertical-align: top;font-size:9pt;font-family:Helvetica;"><h3>
<div style="padding:10px 35px;background: #b9e7ad;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;"><center>''LIKES''</center></div></h3>
: <font style="color:#b9e7ad;" size="3">■</font> Reading EVERYTHING.
: <font style="color:#b9e7ad;" size="3">■</font> Writing about everything in her Journal.
: <font style="color:#b9e7ad;" size="3">■</font> Practising magicks.
: <font style="color:#b9e7ad;" size="3">■</font> Not being dead.
: <font style="color:#b9e7ad;" size="3">■</font> ''The feeling of a dagger in each hand.''
: <font style="color:#b9e7ad;" size="3">■</font> Chocobo Hatchlings.
: <font style="color:#b9e7ad;" size="3">■</font> Studying everything that can possibly be studied.

<td style="vertical-align: top;font-size:9pt;font-family:Helvetica;"><h3><span class="mw-headline">
<div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #d8e7ad;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;"><center>''DISLIKES''</center></div></span></h3>

: <font style="color:#d8e7ad;" size="3">■</font> Regaining Memories of her past self. (They're the most painful to regain.)
: <font style="color:#d8e7ad;" size="3">■</font> The Shards of Dalamud scattered around the land.
: <font style="color:#d8e7ad;" size="3">■</font> ''People who use magic.''
: <font style="color:#d8e7ad;" size="3">■</font> Her eye colour.
: <font style="color:#d8e7ad;" size="3">■</font> Brutes.

<td style="vertical-align: top;font-size:9pt;font-family:Helvetica;"><h3><span class="mw-headline">
<div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #ffe7ad;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;"><center>''FLAWS''</center></div></span></h3>

: <font style="color:#ffe7ad;" size="3">■</font> Regains memories at the worst times, incapacitating her.
: <font style="color:#ffe7ad;" size="3">■</font> Naive - Her lack of knowledge often results in people taking advantage of her with lies.
: <font style="color:#ffe7ad;" size="3">■</font> ''Reads too much.''
: <font style="color:#ffe7ad;" size="3">■</font> Really short.

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

:Despite living with a village of people that worshipped the day, S'kye herself is actually quite pale. It's unbeknownst if this is due to her health or her love for robes.

:Her bobbed hair is a dark black colour that often matches the dark attire she usually wears. Despite living in the dry deserts of Thanalan, her hair seemingly remains smooth and soft.

: S'kye's love of black clothing doesn't come from some brooding nature or love of darkness, she simply likes black clothing because she likes the color and being able to blend into the shadows when large, scary, predators try to eat her. She usually wears some dark robes with her hood down, but has also acquired some pale formal attire in her travels. A lover of shinies, S'kye tends to wear whatever pretty rings and miscellany she can find.

:The most unique feature of the Lalafel is her eyes. Not unheard of but still quite rare for a Lalafel, S'kye's heterochromia is often the subject of teasing and insults. She jokingly says that one of her eye's turned red after she defeated Ifrit (which she didn't) as a sign of her gaining the Primals power (a lie).

<div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #9bb1ca;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;"><center>'''''RUMORS'''''</center></div>
''Some of these rumors are untrue or are greatly exaggerated. Please feel free to add your own rumors under PC!''
<div style="border:0px solid; padding:8px;"><b>
<div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #cdd8e4;">◢ Common Rumors (Easily overheard)</div></b>
: <font style="color: #cdd8e4;" size="3">■</font> "I heard she defeated Ifrit!"
: <font style="color: #cdd8e4;" size="3">■</font> "S'kye? She always helps out around the Tavern in exchange for a bed for the night."

<b><div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #c1cede;">◢ Moderate Rumors (Moderately difficult to overhear)</div></b>
: <font style="color:#c1cede;" size="3">■</font> "She's the one that lived with the cats, right?"

<b><div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #a8bbd0;">◢ Rare Rumors (Very difficult or rarely overheard)</div></b>
: <font style="color:#a8bbd0;" size="3">■</font> "There's more than meets the eye to that one. Something about her just doesn't ''feel'' right."
: <font style="color:#a8bbd0;" size="3">■</font> "My Brother's Cousin's friend's Sister's Auntie's Co-worker said that she fell out of the sky one day."

<div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #9bb1ca;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;"><center>'''''RELATIONS'''''</center></div>
: <center><font style="color:#F02311;" size="3">₳</font> Romantic??? <font style="color:#e1a261;" size="3">₡</font> Close Friends <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">₵</font> "Friends!" <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">♠</font>Acquaintances <font style="color:#b1c5dd;" size="3">¤</font>Neutral <font style="color:#000000;" size="3">♦</font> "Jerks!" </center>

: <font style="color:#e1a261;" size="3">₡</font> Tamm'lin Maertena - S'kye and Tamm have been friends since...pretty much ''forever''.

:<font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">₵</font> Kazino - At the very least, he is great for riding around on his shoulders!

:<font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">₵</font> Shay - Also good for shoulder rides.

</div>

===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #8fa7c3;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;"><center>Actual Backstory [SPOILERS. YOU MAY IGNORE THIS PART.]</center></div>===
<table style="position:center;" width="75%">

<big><big><center>'''This information is entirely OOC until mentioned IC.'''</center></big></big>

'''Before beginning, this is partly taken from [[Tamm'lin Maertena]]'s wiki page because the two are intertwined, however this backstory is from S'kye's perspective'''
<br>

The start is true. One day the Lalafel just woke up in the middle of no-where, with no idea who she was or even what she was. All she knew was a need to survive. The Lalafel walked for hours in the empty Thanalan deserts before collapsing in a small black heap. When she awoke she found herself in a small village of Seekers. They had given her food and water and even clothes. They viewed her as some sort of gift from the skies. Over time, the Lalafel gained an understanding of language, both through memory flashbacks and teaching and they even gave her a name. S'kye. A subtle nod to her apparent origin. S'kye did her best to fit in around the tribe, helping out with tasks and even helping teach the younger Miqo'te. All around the innocent little Lalafel did her best to live a normal life.

''Then she met Tamm''. Big green eyes ablaze with intense mischief and curiosity. At first, S'kye was cautious of Tamm. Her constant talking about ditching traditions and leaving sounded crazy to her. "Just leave the people that saved my life? That'd be so rude!" she would say. But eventually it got to her. Tamm'lin's constant talking of the outside world and it's mysteries struck a chord with the Lalafel. She'd lost ALL her memories and she was just sat there doing the same thing every day. There could be so much outside the desert that she'd never see. After that, the two ladies quickly became inseparable, as S'kye quickly developed a never-ending crave for knowledge.

Knowledge they wouldn't really be able to find, considering the Seeker female was meant to do not much more in life than settle for being a woman of the clan and the Lalafel didn't know anything other than what she remembered and was taught by the Seekers. As the two grew older and more 'of age', S'kye's itch to learn had become a full out lust, constantly asking about things the Tribe simply didn't know enough about. All the while, the wild-hearted Seeker only grew more frantic in her resolute bucking of tradition. - Which the current Nuhn had simply had enough of.

He decided to teach the girl a lesson; Whether she liked it or not.

Something changed in S'kye when she saw the Nuhn force himself upon and attack her best friend, something new, something not from her past life. In an instant her fight of flight instinct was already gone. She stopped pleading for the Nuhn to stop and just...changed. Her body moved on it's own accord, knowing that once the Nuhn had finished with her friend he'd surely attack her too. In that moment, she attacked. All it took was a single hand movement as two sharp shards of ice formed in the air in front of her. She'd never been able to use magic before, nor did she even know what an Aether was! But this S'kye, this strange other version of herself didn't care about what she did or didn't know, just that her friend was in danger. With another swipe the shards found themself lodged in the Nuhn's skin, who dropped what he was doing to face the tiny Lalafel. His boot across her face came as a rude shock to the Lalafel, who'd assumed her body was going to keep moving on it's own and fighting for her. As she lay there in pain watching her friend tear the Nuhn apart, her fractured innocence taking a harsh beating, she could feel something different about herself. Inside her head, deep within her mind was someone who had saved Tamm. Another S'kye. One she let take over as she slipped into sleep.

As the blood pooled around her bare, bruised feet - her Seeker friend stood there, gasping for breath, mind cooling from the adrenaline high. Then panicking happened. Knowing the repurcussions would be severe and only focusing on the survival of her friend and herself, the Lalafel suggested they steal some food and water and go as far away possible. Deciding it was probably for the best, the two two fled as fast and as far as legs could carry. Rather, as far as T'amm could carry S'kye. For years, they traveled together; Living in any way they knew how, which wasn't very much, other than raising general hell. There were small things about S'kye that were different, she seemed much more less reserved and quiet and surprisingly good at deceiving people. Unlike the innocent flower Tamm had once known, this S'kye was willing to do anything to survive. Over time, this "survival" eventually turned into petty crime, petty crime turned into short cons, and short cons turned into all out fraud. The pair was ''incredibly' good'' at being ''incredibly bad'', and the ''mental high'' that was achieved from such acts was addicting.

However, after a rather big con went south and the two were nearly killed, S'kye changed again. Everything from her posture to her speech was different and almost exactly like it'd been back in Camp. The more shy, normal S'kye suggested that they stop with all the crime because it's not a good way of life and would only lead to them getting killed. Surprised to hear from the S'kye she used to know, Tamm realised that maybe she could lay low for a bit, so the two parted ways. Tamm went to Limsa Lominsa and S'kye remained in Ul'dah, trying to learn more about her other self and the magical arts.

After a while, the two grew to miss eachother and so eventually they re-united for good.

After many suns worth of living life S'kye's way (NOT commiting mass crimes and frauding people out of their gil, but rather working actual jobs), the other S'kye suggested something; Stealing the normal way was hard... but what if they had others to help? What if, T'amm suggested, instead of simply expanding their repertoire, they dynamic duo goes for broke? At first the two S'kye's debated this. The innocent Lalafel protested that they had moved on from that life and that they should've just stuck to normal jobs, but the other S'kye (Whom had been aptly named, "Switch") mentioned that all they needed was one good heist and they'd be set for life, never having to harm anyone or commit a crime ever again. After some hesitation, the two inner S'kye's agreed that they could do one more job but then they'd just live normally from then on.

With much conferring with each other, a plan was hatched. It would be much easier to get what they wished, if others had no choice but to look the other way. If the Lalafell and the Seeker were in charge, who would be there to stop them?

'''No-one.'''

:'''"Though... fear ain't a way t' gain loyalty."''' The tanned and scarred Miqo'te mused, as she adjusted her beloved Lalafell's hat just so.

:'''"Ah, Tamm, this is true... but.."''' The raven haired mage reasoned, tilting her chin to peer up at her friend. '''"What about love?"'''

:A snort rises from the throat of her hoodlum-esq partner, accompanied by a dramatic roll on intense seaglass colored feline eyes. '''"Love...? Wait... th's... th's could work. I gotta idea."'''

:With a gentle smile, the quaint Lalafell nodded. '''"So do I."'''
<br>
With that, the plan was set. Now? Now, the two wait and see what happens next.</div>
|}

S'kye S'yoponi

2016-09-27T03:31:17Z

SkyeTheKnumpty: testing stuff

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===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #a8e199;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Backstory</div>===
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''Written by [[Tamm'lin Maertena|Tamm'lin Maertena's Player]]''

:The start of this story is that there isn't even a start. S'kye quite literally woke up in some damned forest one day, couldn't remember where they were, who they were, and whose shirt they even had on. No wounds could be seen, no chocobos nearby, and really it almost seems the lalafell just laid down for a nap... then forgot her life. Which, in hindsight... isn't all that great. However, S'kye managed to bumble out of the forest and into a nearby village of Sun Seekers, who luckily for S'kye, managed to take pity on the poor, portly, and apparently brain-absent thing. They took the Lalafel in, assuming she was a child from the skies, who'd been sent down for a second chance at life. The Clan gave her a name and integrated here into the village with much joy.

:As the Lalafel spent her time with the village of Miqo'te, curious things started to happen. The Lalafell gained the ability to read, write, and speak with grace and brevity, without being taught - And in all manner of tongues! More than that, the Lalafell seemed to have extensive knowledge in Aether manipulation and esoteric mathematics, which seemingly came up at random. They couldn't remember the information at will, but the flashes that came on their own were powerful things, and S'kye's heading often pounding in pain afterwards for a few moments each time a piece of new information came rushing back to them."

:When she finally left the Seeker tribe to travel forth into the world, to much fanfare because the cats really did enjoy her sunshine-face waddling around camp, S'kye eventually found herself in Ul'dah.

:Why Ul'dah? Well... she liked the way the name rolled off the tongue. "Uuuuhhhlll'Daaaah!" She'd murmur, smiling to herself, adorable nose wrinkling up.

:The moment she stepped foot into the city... nothing happened. No memories came flooding back, no ghostly twinges of "This looks familiar...", no pulls towards any sort of direction.

:And this was good and pleasing to S'kye, who'd spent the last few years at the whim of her flighty memories.

:With gil in her purse and a cheerful waddle to her step, the socially awkward, perhaps rightfully so, Lalafell began a new life in Ul'dah.

:Now, even though her moments of painful memory return were now few and far between... she still had such a warm, comfortable feeling towards the magickal arts. It started out as curiosity, but quickly became full-on near insatiable lust for all types of magickal knowledge.

<center>... And she seemed to have such a strange affinity for reptiles, of all things. Huh, weird!</center>
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<center><small>'''''This is at least the story she will tell you... Who knows if it's actually true?'''''</small></center>

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<div style="padding:10px 35px;background: #b9e7ad;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;"><center>''LIKES''</center></div></h3>
: <font style="color:#b9e7ad;" size="3">■</font> Reading EVERYTHING.
: <font style="color:#b9e7ad;" size="3">■</font> Writing about everything in her Journal.
: <font style="color:#b9e7ad;" size="3">■</font> Practising magicks.
: <font style="color:#b9e7ad;" size="3">■</font> Not being dead.
: <font style="color:#b9e7ad;" size="3">■</font> ''The feeling of a dagger in each hand.''
: <font style="color:#b9e7ad;" size="3">■</font> Chocobo Hatchlings.
: <font style="color:#b9e7ad;" size="3">■</font> Studying everything that can possibly be studied.

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<div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #d8e7ad;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;"><center>''DISLIKES''</center></div></span></h3>

: <font style="color:#d8e7ad;" size="3">■</font> Regaining Memories of her past self. (They're the most painful to regain.)
: <font style="color:#d8e7ad;" size="3">■</font> The Shards of Dalamud scattered around the land.
: <font style="color:#d8e7ad;" size="3">■</font> ''People who use magic.''
: <font style="color:#d8e7ad;" size="3">■</font> Her eye colour.
: <font style="color:#d8e7ad;" size="3">■</font> Brutes.

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<div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #ffe7ad;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;"><center>''FLAWS''</center></div></span></h3>

: <font style="color:#ffe7ad;" size="3">■</font> Regains memories at the worst times, incapacitating her.
: <font style="color:#ffe7ad;" size="3">■</font> Naive - Her lack of knowledge often results in people taking advantage of her with lies.
: <font style="color:#ffe7ad;" size="3">■</font> ''Reads too much.''
: <font style="color:#ffe7ad;" size="3">■</font> Really short.

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

:Despite living with a village of people that worshipped the day, S'kye herself is actually quite pale. It's unbeknownst if this is due to her health or her love for robes.

:Her bobbed hair is a dark black colour that often matches the dark attire she usually wears. Despite living in the dry deserts of Thanalan, her hair seemingly remains smooth and soft.

: S'kye's love of black clothing doesn't come from some brooding nature or love of darkness, she simply likes black clothing because she likes the color and being able to blend into the shadows when large, scary, predators try to eat her. She usually wears some dark robes with her hood down, but has also acquired some pale formal attire in her travels. A lover of shinies, S'kye tends to wear whatever pretty rings and miscellany she can find.

:The most unique feature of the Lalafel is her eyes. Not unheard of but still quite rare for a Lalafel, S'kye's heterochromia is often the subject of teasing and insults. She jokingly says that one of her eye's turned red after she defeated Ifrit (which she didn't) as a sign of her gaining the Primals power (a lie).

<div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #9bb1ca;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;"><center>'''''RUMORS'''''</center></div>
''Some of these rumors are untrue or are greatly exaggerated. Please feel free to add your own rumors under PC!''
<div style="border:0px solid; padding:8px;"><b>
<div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #cdd8e4;">◢ Common Rumors (Easily overheard)</div></b>
: <font style="color: #cdd8e4;" size="3">■</font> "I heard she defeated Ifrit!"
: <font style="color: #cdd8e4;" size="3">■</font> "S'kye? She always helps out around the Tavern in exchange for a bed for the night."

<b><div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #c1cede;">◢ Moderate Rumors (Moderately difficult to overhear)</div></b>
: <font style="color:#c1cede;" size="3">■</font> "She's the one that lived with the cats, right?"

<b><div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #a8bbd0;">◢ Rare Rumors (Very difficult or rarely overheard)</div></b>
: <font style="color:#a8bbd0;" size="3">■</font> "There's more than meets the eye to that one. Something about her just doesn't ''feel'' right."
: <font style="color:#a8bbd0;" size="3">■</font> "My Brother's Cousin's friend's Sister's Auntie's Co-worker said that she fell out of the sky one day."

<div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #9bb1ca;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;"><center>'''''RELATIONS'''''</center></div>
: <center><font style="color:#F02311;" size="3">₳</font> Romantic??? <font style="color:#e1a261;" size="3">₡</font> Close Friends <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">₵</font> "Friends!" <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">♠</font>Acquaintances <font style="color:#b1c5dd;" size="3">¤</font>Neutral <font style="color:#000000;" size="3">♦</font> "Jerks!" </center>

: <font style="color:#e1a261;" size="3">₡</font> Tamm'lin Maertena - S'kye and Tamm have been friends since...pretty much ''forever''.

:<font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">₵</font> Kazino - At the very least, he is great for riding around on his shoulders!

:<font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">₵</font> Shay - Also good for shoulder rides.

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===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #8fa7c3;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;"><center>Actual Backstory [SPOILERS. YOU MAY IGNORE THIS PART.]</center></div>===
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<big><big><center>'''This information is entirely OOC until mentioned IC.'''</center></big></big>

'''Before beginning, this is partly taken from [[Tamm'lin Maertena]]'s wiki page because the two are intertwined, however this backstory is from S'kye's perspective'''
<br>

The start is true. One day the Lalafel just woke up in the middle of no-where, with no idea who she was or even what she was. All she knew was a need to survive. The Lalafel walked for hours in the empty Thanalan deserts before collapsing in a small black heap. When she awoke she found herself in a small village of Seekers. They had given her food and water and even clothes. They viewed her as some sort of gift from the skies. Over time, the Lalafel gained an understanding of language, both through memory flashbacks and teaching and they even gave her a name. S'kye. A subtle nod to her apparent origin. S'kye did her best to fit in around the tribe, helping out with tasks and even helping teach the younger Miqo'te. All around the innocent little Lalafel did her best to live a normal life.

''Then she met Tamm''. Big green eyes ablaze with intense mischief and curiosity. At first, S'kye was cautious of Tamm. Her constant talking about ditching traditions and leaving sounded crazy to her. "Just leave the people that saved my life? That'd be so rude!" she would say. But eventually it got to her. Tamm'lin's constant talking of the outside world and it's mysteries struck a chord with the Lalafel. She'd lost ALL her memories and she was just sat there doing the same thing every day. There could be so much outside the desert that she'd never see. After that, the two ladies quickly became inseparable, as S'kye quickly developed a never-ending crave for knowledge.

Knowledge they wouldn't really be able to find, considering the Seeker female was meant to do not much more in life than settle for being a woman of the clan and the Lalafel didn't know anything other than what she remembered and was taught by the Seekers. As the two grew older and more 'of age', S'kye's itch to learn had become a full out lust, constantly asking about things the Tribe simply didn't know enough about. All the while, the wild-hearted Seeker only grew more frantic in her resolute bucking of tradition. - Which the current Nuhn had simply had enough of.

He decided to teach the girl a lesson; Whether she liked it or not.

Something changed in S'kye when she saw the Nuhn force himself upon and attack her best friend, something new, something not from her past life. In an instant her fight of flight instinct was already gone. She stopped pleading for the Nuhn to stop and just...changed. Her body moved on it's own accord, knowing that once the Nuhn had finished with her friend he'd surely attack her too. In that moment, she attacked. All it took was a single hand movement as two sharp shards of ice formed in the air in front of her. She'd never been able to use magic before, nor did she even know what an Aether was! But this S'kye, this strange other version of herself didn't care about what she did or didn't know, just that her friend was in danger. With another swipe the shards found themself lodged in the Nuhn's skin, who dropped what he was doing to face the tiny Lalafel. His boot across her face came as a rude shock to the Lalafel, who'd assumed her body was going to keep moving on it's own and fighting for her. As she lay there in pain watching her friend tear the Nuhn apart, her fractured innocence taking a harsh beating, she could feel something different about herself. Inside her head, deep within her mind was someone who had saved Tamm. Another S'kye. One she let take over as she slipped into sleep.

As the blood pooled around her bare, bruised feet - her Seeker friend stood there, gasping for breath, mind cooling from the adrenaline high. Then panicking happened. Knowing the repurcussions would be severe and only focusing on the survival of her friend and herself, the Lalafel suggested they steal some food and water and go as far away possible. Deciding it was probably for the best, the two two fled as fast and as far as legs could carry. Rather, as far as T'amm could carry S'kye. For years, they traveled together; Living in any way they knew how, which wasn't very much, other than raising general hell. There were small things about S'kye that were different, she seemed much more less reserved and quiet and surprisingly good at deceiving people. Unlike the innocent flower Tamm had once known, this S'kye was willing to do anything to survive. Over time, this "survival" eventually turned into petty crime, petty crime turned into short cons, and short cons turned into all out fraud. The pair was ''incredibly' good'' at being ''incredibly bad'', and the ''mental high'' that was achieved from such acts was addicting.

However, after a rather big con went south and the two were nearly killed, S'kye changed again. Everything from her posture to her speech was different and almost exactly like it'd been back in Camp. The more shy, normal S'kye suggested that they stop with all the crime because it's not a good way of life and would only lead to them getting killed. Surprised to hear from the S'kye she used to know, Tamm realised that maybe she could lay low for a bit, so the two parted ways. Tamm went to Limsa Lominsa and S'kye remained in Ul'dah, trying to learn more about her other self and the magical arts.

After a while, the two grew to miss eachother and so eventually they re-united for good.

After many suns worth of living life S'kye's way (NOT commiting mass crimes and frauding people out of their gil, but rather working actual jobs), the other S'kye suggested something; Stealing the normal way was hard... but what if they had others to help? What if, T'amm suggested, instead of simply expanding their repertoire, they dynamic duo goes for broke? At first the two S'kye's debated this. The innocent Lalafel protested that they had moved on from that life and that they should've just stuck to normal jobs, but the other S'kye (Whom had been aptly named, "Switch") mentioned that all they needed was one good heist and they'd be set for life, never having to harm anyone or commit a crime ever again. After some hesitation, the two inner S'kye's agreed that they could do one more job but then they'd just live normally from then on.

With much conferring with each other, a plan was hatched. It would be much easier to get what they wished, if others had no choice but to look the other way. If the Lalafell and the Seeker were in charge, who would be there to stop them?

'''No-one.'''

:'''"Though... fear ain't a way t' gain loyalty."''' The tanned and scarred Miqo'te mused, as she adjusted her beloved Lalafell's hat just so.

:'''"Ah, Tamm, this is true... but.."''' The raven haired mage reasoned, tilting her chin to peer up at her friend. '''"What about love?"'''

:A snort rises from the throat of her hoodlum-esq partner, accompanied by a dramatic roll on intense seaglass colored feline eyes. '''"Love...? Wait... th's... th's could work. I gotta idea."'''

:With a gentle smile, the quaint Lalafell nodded. '''"So do I."'''
<br>
With that, the plan was set. Now? Now, the two wait and see what happens next.</div>
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Eaubront Shopont

2016-09-24T03:15:27Z

SkyeTheKnumpty: /* Rumors */

{{Infobox-SLI
|image = Eaubront_screenshot_01.png
|birthname =
|pronounced = /oʊbrɒn/ /ʃoʊpɒn/
|meaning =
|nicknames = Carrion, Stretch, Big Green, Mr. Tall, Bottle Man
|age = Mid-20's
|born =
|nameday = 16th Sun, 4th Umbral Moon, 1554
|birthplace = [[:Category:Region#The_Black_Shroud|Gridania]] (Reluctant to admit)
|race = [[Elezen]]
|clan = Ambiguous/neither
|alignment = Chaotic Good [[http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/ChaoticGood Type 2]]
|citizenship = Unaffiliated
|guardian = [[File:Althyk Icon.png|20px]] [[Althyk, the Keeper]]
|height = ~ 6', 10"; tall for an Elezen
|weight = ~ 260 ponze, probably
|physique = Broad-shouldered with toned musculature; bulky for an Elezen
|hair = Medium brown
|eyes = Honey brown
|skin = Light, cool complexion
|notablefeatures = A long scar along his left cheek, a crook from having broken his nose
|typicalgarb = Various coats and shirts, always green
|occupation = Freelance mercenary
|combat = Improvised, self-taught
|noncombat = Gambling, drinking
|skills =
|weapon1 = Broadsword
|weapon2 = 
|armor = Lightly padded mail, if any armor at all
|transport = His chocobo, Gerik
|username = Shoshopu
|timezone = EST (UTC - 5)
|server = Balmung
|tumblr = 
|characters = [[User:Shoshopu|Shoshopu et al.]]
|freecompanies = [http://aw-rp.enjin.com/home Aetherial Warriors ⟪AW-RP⟫] <br> '''[http://pathfindersfc.enjin.com/ Pathfinders ⟪d20⟫]'''
|linkshells = 
|preferences = I very much like OOC discussion! Feel free to hit me up OOC if you have any ideas or things you want me to know about.
* Light to medium
* Adult themes are fine
* I sometimes ERP but I'd really rather talk about it in advance, if it's right for the characters, that whole thing
* No harming or mutilation unless discussed in advance either. That could mean 'several minutes in advance' or 'we make a plot that leads up to this point'. Just... in advance.
}}

==Basic Info==

Eaubront Shopont is a drifting, wandering swordsman, who is known to travel only with his chocobo (the acquisition of which is a mystery), although he is apt to make friends or at least leave a positive impression wherever he goes. He is generally friendly and has a penchant for gambling. No one can tell you what clan he is, although other Elezen are most likely to see him for what he is; at first blush he appears to be a Wildwood, but his deceptively cool complexion and the shape of his eyes betray possible Duskwight heritage. It is difficult to pin down which he might actually be. He is quick to tell anyone that he is neither; he simply is himself. That's good enough for him and he thinks it should be good enough for anyone else.

==Personality==

Eaubront has a playful nature; he's friendly and conversational, and while he can be argumentative and sarcastic as well, he is rarely unkind. He's also a shameless flirt towards women. It's all in good fun, for him, even the arguments. Actually, especially the arguments. Because he finds joy in debate and bantering, he sometimes goes overboard and can come off as overly argumentative or insensitive. (Which, honestly, is probably pretty standard for an Elezen.)

Belied by his sometimes impulsive behavior, Eaubront is a clever man, although he has perhaps not yet found the best applications for his wit. He can quickly size up a situation and make a decent judgement of someone's character. He has used this to find reputable work, survive said work, and garner a relatively positive reputation for himself. He can also find creative solutions to unusual problems. However, he is more interested in having and sharing ideas than he is in the upkeep and maintenance of those ideas.

He's a pleasure seeker who values freedom, but also values the happiness and well-being of others. Others should be allowed to pursue freedom and their own happiness as long as it is not at the expense of others' freedom and happiness. These values sit at the core of his moral and political beliefs.

Finally, he has a particular fondness for gambling and games of chance, often offering wagers to people in the form of a simple coin toss. Coin-tossing is his favorite way to make decisions. He proclaims that he has naturally good luck and places a lot of stock in it, often attributing his successes and failings to luck instead of skill. Whether he truly believes this, or is trying to disarm people by convincing them that he believes it, is hard to say.

==History==

Eaubront does not openly share the details of his past. He does not consider it important-- at least, not as important as the present, or the future. He will usually tell people that Ul'dah is the closest thing he has to a home, although his habit of referring to the Black Shroud as "the Twelveswood" may give his true origin away to the sharp listener. At most he will tell people he is from Gridania and left to seek his fortune in Ul'dah. He has no permanent residence anywhere.

Lately he has made a living for himself wandering the lands between Thanalan and the Black Shroud, making gil by performing odd jobs, taking guildleves, and gambling. He usually has enough gil to feed himself and his chocobo, and put himself up at cheap taverns most nights. He spends much of his free time wandering from place to place and socializing in said taverns. Though he enjoys the freedom this lifestyle affords, with no obligations or commitments, he's beginning to tire of the day-to-day style of living and has started to keep an eye out for opportunities for more long-term employment during his travels.

==Affiliations==

* '''The Pathfinders''' : Having finally grown weary of working wholly independently, Eaubront was happened upon by one [[Zigovali Rigovali]] and propositioned to join this free company. He liked the cut of its jib- free room and board (and booze) in exchange for being available to help fellow company members in their own pursuits, and giving a small cut from the freelance work. This is apparently enough to keep him around in spite of all the difficulties that come with being in a company full of rowdy adventurers and free booze, but perhaps there's something more to it. After the company moved their base of operations from Thanalan to La Noscea, he was hesitant to make the move and remained in Thanalan for a time; his inability to use Aetherytes would leave him "stranded" on the island for a better part of his time, and beholden to ferry schedules. However, he recently relented and moved into one of the temporary guest rooms, feeling that he must be more readily available in times of need.

:* [[Ehfi Rhinsu]] : The Pathfinders are so busy joking about perceived sexual tension between Eaubront and Aulsoix that ''most'' of them have failed to notice he pays just a little more attention to one of their newest hires, this Miqo'te conjurer. Smiling when she smiles. Subtly positioning himself between her and perceived threats. Is there something to this?

:* [[Shou Lushan]] : A loyal and valuable ally, Shou never fails to surprise Eaubront with some newly found interest or behavior of hers. She keeps him on his toes, and he finds a kindred spirit in her unconventional character.

:* [[Zigovali Rigovali]] : An intelligent Lalafell with deeply-held convictions, although his emotions can be volatile at times, which does frustrate Eaubront a bit. Regardless, he respects and has faith in Zigovali and believes his knack for connections and intel is a viable asset to the company, even if certain others might disagree.

* Aulsoix Claimane : A presumably rich, Ishgardian professor that Eaubront is not very fond of. They suffer eachother's company and constantly shoot snipes at eachother when they're in a room together. Many people assume they're interested in eachother, but Eaubront insists that is ''not'' the case.

* [[Averill Rooks]] : These two did not get along at first. Still don't, at times. However, Eaubront has a certain, if reluctant, respect for Averill, going so far as to consider him a friend. Even though he's a bit of an ass.

*[[Illeaux Dravant]] : Apparently, an old friend of Eaubront's, from their childhood in Ul'dah's streets. The resemblance between the two is uncanny, aside from Illeaux's dark skin. Something in the past has put a wedge between them, and the both of them seem reluctant to speak of it.

==Rumors==
'''Common Rumors (Easily overheard)'''
* "He says he's from around here, but I'm not so sure. Aren't most folks like him from Gridania? Or Ishgard? I ''know'' he ain't no Ishgardian though."
* "Aye, I often see him poring over guildleves. I think he admires the pretty glass more than anything, but he always returns to the guild looking so pleased with himself."
* "Oh, honey, he says that about ''all'' the girls. But don't make that face. He ''does'' mean it."
'''Moderate Rumors (Moderately difficult to overhear)'''
* "He's a sight, inn't he? I think he must be part Duskwight and part Wildwood. 'S why he's so good with the sword. He's got the Duskies' hearin' and the Wildwoods' eyesight."
* "He must spend all of his gil on clothes or something. That's a nice-arse coat for him to be a drifter."
'''Rare Rumors (Very difficult or rarely overheard)'''
* "Does he not have any family? He never talks about them, or where he comes from..."

'''PC Rumors (Rumors from the characters of other players)'''
:''Feel free to add to this section!''
*[[Averill_Rooks|Averill Rooks]]: "Who, Carrion? I guess that's enough said about him, if he pushes his luck too far."
*[[Abagail Graves]]: "Pretty sure he has a crush on the other healer in the group. I saw him petting her ears. . . Pervert."
*[[S'kye S'yoponi]]: "He has a dumb face."

==Other Notes==
'''Art'''
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{|
|[[File:Eaubront_art.png|left|thumb|[http://skdaffle.tumblr.com/ skdaffle]]]
|[[File:Eaubront_by_vondell_swain.png|left|thumb|[http://vondellswain.tumblr.com Vondell Swain]]]
|}</div>
'''Character Music'''
: [https://8tracks.com/artsyalraune/eaubront-shopont Listen on 8tracks!]
:: [https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLOmfNFY-hInw1I55rTcnFrr5g-gKl4C-Y ...or Youtube]
'''MBTI Type''': [http://www.typelogic.com/entp.html ENTP] <br>
'''TV Tropes''': [http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/TheCharmer The Charmer] [http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/TheGamblingAddict The Gambling Addict] [http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/HeroesPreferSwords Heroes Prefer Swords] [http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/HeadsOrTails Heads Or Tails]<br>
'''MtG Card''':<br>
[[File:Eaubront_mtg.png|150px]]<br>

[[Category: Player Character]]
[[Category: Balmung]]
[[Category: Elezen]]
[[Category: Wildwood Elezen]]
[[Category: Duskwight Elezen]]

S'kye S'yoponi

2016-01-23T07:00:54Z

SkyeTheKnumpty: /* Actual Backstory [SPOILERS. YOU MAY IGNORE THIS PART.] */

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| caption =
| title = S'kye S'yoponi
| gender = Female
| citizenship = None
| race = Lalafel
| clan = Dunesfolk?
| age = Not sure.
| occupation = Not dying?
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===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #a8e199;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Backstory</div>===
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''Written by [[Tamm'lin Maertena|Tamm'lin Maertena's Player]]''

:The start of this story is that there isn't even a start. S'kye quite literally woke up in some damned forest one day, couldn't remember where they were, who they were, and whose shirt they even had on. No wounds could be seen, no chocobos nearby, and really it almost seems the lalafell just laid down for a nap... then forgot her life. Which, in hindsight... isn't all that great. However, S'kye managed to bumble out of the forest and into a nearby village of Sun Seekers, who luckily for S'kye, managed to take pity on the poor, portly, and apparently brain-absent thing. They took the Lalafel in, assuming she was a child from the skies, who'd been sent down for a second chance at life. The Clan gave her a name and integrated here into the village with much joy.

:As the Lalafel spent her time with the village of Miqo'te, curious things started to happen. The Lalafell gained the ability to read, write, and speak with grace and brevity, without being taught - And in all manner of tongues! More than that, the Lalafell seemed to have extensive knowledge in Aether manipulation and esoteric mathematics, which seemingly came up at random. They couldn't remember the information at will, but the flashes that came on their own were powerful things, and S'kye's heading often pounding in pain afterwards for a few moments each time a piece of new information came rushing back to them."

:When she finally left the Seeker tribe to travel forth into the world, to much fanfare because the cats really did enjoy her sunshine-face waddling around camp, S'kye eventually found herself in Ul'dah.

:Why Ul'dah? Well... she liked the way the name rolled off the tongue. "Uuuuhhhlll'Daaaah!" She'd murmur, smiling to herself, adorable nose wrinkling up.

:The moment she stepped foot into the city... nothing happened. No memories came flooding back, no ghostly twinges of "This looks familiar...", no pulls towards any sort of direction.

:And this was good and pleasing to S'kye, who'd spent the last few years at the whim of her flighty memories.

:With gil in her purse and a cheerful waddle to her step, the socially awkward, perhaps rightfully so, Lalafell began a new life in Ul'dah.

:Now, even though her moments of painful memory return were now few and far between... she still had such a warm, comfortable feeling towards the magickal arts. It started out as curiosity, but quickly became full-on near insatiable lust for all types of magickal knowledge.

<center>... And she seemed to have such a strange affinity for reptiles, of all things. Huh, weird!</center>
<br>
<center><small>'''''This is at least the story she will tell you... Who knows if it's actually true?'''''</small></center>

<tr>
<td style="vertical-align: top;font-size:9pt;font-family:Helvetica;"><h3>
<div style="padding:10px 35px;background: #b9e7ad;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;"><center>''LIKES''</center></div></h3>
: <font style="color:#b9e7ad;" size="3">■</font> Reading EVERYTHING.
: <font style="color:#b9e7ad;" size="3">■</font> Writing about everything in her Journal.
: <font style="color:#b9e7ad;" size="3">■</font> Practising magicks.
: <font style="color:#b9e7ad;" size="3">■</font> Not being dead.
: <font style="color:#b9e7ad;" size="3">■</font> ''The feeling of a dagger in each hand.''
: <font style="color:#b9e7ad;" size="3">■</font> Chocobo Hatchlings.
: <font style="color:#b9e7ad;" size="3">■</font> Studying everything that can possibly be studied.

<td style="vertical-align: top;font-size:9pt;font-family:Helvetica;"><h3><span class="mw-headline">
<div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #d8e7ad;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;"><center>''DISLIKES''</center></div></span></h3>

: <font style="color:#d8e7ad;" size="3">■</font> Regaining Memories of her past self. (They're the most painful to regain.)
: <font style="color:#d8e7ad;" size="3">■</font> The Shards of Dalamud scattered around the land.
: <font style="color:#d8e7ad;" size="3">■</font> ''People who use magic.''
: <font style="color:#d8e7ad;" size="3">■</font> Her eye colour.
: <font style="color:#d8e7ad;" size="3">■</font> Brutes.

<td style="vertical-align: top;font-size:9pt;font-family:Helvetica;"><h3><span class="mw-headline">
<div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #ffe7ad;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;"><center>''FLAWS''</center></div></span></h3>

: <font style="color:#ffe7ad;" size="3">■</font> Regains memories at the worst times, incapacitating her.
: <font style="color:#ffe7ad;" size="3">■</font> Naive - Her lack of knowledge often results in people taking advantage of her with lies.
: <font style="color:#ffe7ad;" size="3">■</font> ''Reads too much.''
: <font style="color:#ffe7ad;" size="3">■</font> Really short.

</tr></table>

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

:Despite living with a village of people that worshipped the day, S'kye herself is actually quite pale. It's unbeknownst if this is due to her health or her love for robes.

:Her bobbed hair is a dark black colour that often matches the dark attire she usually wears. Despite living in the dry deserts of Thanalan, her hair seemingly remains smooth and soft.

: S'kye's love of black clothing doesn't come from some brooding nature or love of darkness, she simply likes black clothing because she likes the color and being able to blend into the shadows when large, scary, predators try to eat her. She usually wears some dark robes with her hood down, but has also acquired some pale formal attire in her travels. A lover of shinies, S'kye tends to wear whatever pretty rings and miscellany she can find.

:The most unique feature of the Lalafel is her eyes. Not unheard of but still quite rare for a Lalafel, S'kye's heterochromia is often the subject of teasing and insults. She jokingly says that one of her eye's turned red after she defeated Ifrit (which she didn't) as a sign of her gaining the Primals power (a lie).

<div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #9bb1ca;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;"><center>'''''RUMORS'''''</center></div>
''Some of these rumors are untrue or are greatly exaggerated. Please feel free to add your own rumors under PC!''
<div style="border:0px solid; padding:8px;"><b>
<div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #cdd8e4;">◢ Common Rumors (Easily overheard)</div></b>
: <font style="color: #cdd8e4;" size="3">■</font> "I heard she defeated Ifrit!"
: <font style="color: #cdd8e4;" size="3">■</font> "S'kye? She always helps out around the Tavern in exchange for a bed for the night."

<b><div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #c1cede;">◢ Moderate Rumors (Moderately difficult to overhear)</div></b>
: <font style="color:#c1cede;" size="3">■</font> "She's the one that lived with the cats, right?"

<b><div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #a8bbd0;">◢ Rare Rumors (Very difficult or rarely overheard)</div></b>
: <font style="color:#a8bbd0;" size="3">■</font> "There's more than meets the eye to that one. Something about her just doesn't ''feel'' right."
: <font style="color:#a8bbd0;" size="3">■</font> "My Brother's Cousin's friend's Sister's Auntie's Co-worker said that she fell out of the sky one day."

<div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #9bb1ca;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;"><center>'''''RELATIONS'''''</center></div>
: <center><font style="color:#F02311;" size="3">₳</font> Romantic??? <font style="color:#e1a261;" size="3">₡</font> Close Friends <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">₵</font> "Friends!" <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">♠</font>Acquaintances <font style="color:#b1c5dd;" size="3">¤</font>Neutral <font style="color:#000000;" size="3">♦</font> "Jerks!" </center>

: <font style="color:#e1a261;" size="3">₡</font> Tamm'lin Maertena - S'kye and Tamm have been friends since...pretty much ''forever''.

:<font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">₵</font> Kazino - At the very least, he is great for riding around on his shoulders!

:<font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">₵</font> Shay - Also good for shoulder rides.

</div>

===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #8fa7c3;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;"><center>Actual Backstory [SPOILERS. YOU MAY IGNORE THIS PART.]</center></div>===
<table style="position:center;" width="75%">

<big><big><center>'''This information is entirely OOC until mentioned IC.'''</center></big></big>

'''Before beginning, this is partly taken from [[Tamm'lin Maertena]]'s wiki page because the two are intertwined, however this backstory is from S'kye's perspective'''
<br>

The start is true. One day the Lalafel just woke up in the middle of no-where, with no idea who she was or even what she was. All she knew was a need to survive. The Lalafel walked for hours in the empty Thanalan deserts before collapsing in a small black heap. When she awoke she found herself in a small village of Seekers. They had given her food and water and even clothes. They viewed her as some sort of gift from the skies. Over time, the Lalafel gained an understanding of language, both through memory flashbacks and teaching and they even gave her a name. S'kye. A subtle nod to her apparent origin. S'kye did her best to fit in around the tribe, helping out with tasks and even helping teach the younger Miqo'te. All around the innocent little Lalafel did her best to live a normal life.

''Then she met Tamm''. Big green eyes ablaze with intense mischief and curiosity. At first, S'kye was cautious of Tamm. Her constant talking about ditching traditions and leaving sounded crazy to her. "Just leave the people that saved my life? That'd be so rude!" she would say. But eventually it got to her. Tamm'lin's constant talking of the outside world and it's mysteries struck a chord with the Lalafel. She'd lost ALL her memories and she was just sat there doing the same thing every day. There could be so much outside the desert that she'd never see. After that, the two ladies quickly became inseparable, as S'kye quickly developed a never-ending crave for knowledge.

Knowledge they wouldn't really be able to find, considering the Seeker female was meant to do not much more in life than settle for being a woman of the clan and the Lalafel didn't know anything other than what she remembered and was taught by the Seekers. As the two grew older and more 'of age', S'kye's itch to learn had become a full out lust, constantly asking about things the Tribe simply didn't know enough about. All the while, the wild-hearted Seeker only grew more frantic in her resolute bucking of tradition. - Which the current Nuhn had simply had enough of.

He decided to teach the girl a lesson; Whether she liked it or not.

Something changed in S'kye when she saw the Nuhn force himself upon and attack her best friend, something new, something not from her past life. In an instant her fight of flight instinct was already gone. She stopped pleading for the Nuhn to stop and just...changed. Her body moved on it's own accord, knowing that once the Nuhn had finished with her friend he'd surely attack her too. In that moment, she attacked. All it took was a single hand movement as two sharp shards of ice formed in the air in front of her. She'd never been able to use magic before, nor did she even know what an Aether was! But this S'kye, this strange other version of herself didn't care about what she did or didn't know, just that her friend was in danger. With another swipe the shards found themself lodged in the Nuhn's skin, who dropped what he was doing to face the tiny Lalafel. His boot across her face came as a rude shock to the Lalafel, who'd assumed her body was going to keep moving on it's own and fighting for her. As she lay there in pain watching her friend tear the Nuhn apart, her fractured innocence taking a harsh beating, she could feel something different about herself. Inside her head, deep within her mind was someone who had saved Tamm. Another S'kye. One she let take over as she slipped into sleep.

As the blood pooled around her bare, bruised feet - her Seeker friend stood there, gasping for breath, mind cooling from the adrenaline high. Then panicking happened. Knowing the repurcussions would be severe and only focusing on the survival of her friend and herself, the Lalafel suggested they steal some food and water and go as far away possible. Deciding it was probably for the best, the two two fled as fast and as far as legs could carry. Rather, as far as T'amm could carry S'kye. For years, they traveled together; Living in any way they knew how, which wasn't very much, other than raising general hell. There were small things about S'kye that were different, she seemed much more less reserved and quiet and surprisingly good at deceiving people. Unlike the innocent flower Tamm had once known, this S'kye was willing to do anything to survive. Over time, this "survival" eventually turned into petty crime, petty crime turned into short cons, and short cons turned into all out fraud. The pair was ''incredibly' good'' at being ''incredibly bad'', and the ''mental high'' that was achieved from such acts was addicting.

However, after a rather big con went south and the two were nearly killed, S'kye changed again. Everything from her posture to her speech was different and almost exactly like it'd been back in Camp. The more shy, normal S'kye suggested that they stop with all the crime because it's not a good way of life and would only lead to them getting killed. Surprised to hear from the S'kye she used to know, Tamm realised that maybe she could lay low for a bit, so the two parted ways. Tamm went to Limsa Lominsa and S'kye remained in Ul'dah, trying to learn more about her other self and the magical arts.

After a while, the two grew to miss eachother and so eventually they re-united for good.

After many suns worth of living life S'kye's way (NOT commiting mass crimes and frauding people out of their gil, but rather working actual jobs), the other S'kye suggested something; Stealing the normal way was hard... but what if they had others to help? What if, T'amm suggested, instead of simply expanding their repertoire, they dynamic duo goes for broke? At first the two S'kye's debated this. The innocent Lalafel protested that they had moved on from that life and that they should've just stuck to normal jobs, but the other S'kye (Whom had been aptly named, "Switch") mentioned that all they needed was one good heist and they'd be set for life, never having to harm anyone or commit a crime ever again. After some hesitation, the two inner S'kye's agreed that they could do one more job but then they'd just live normally from then on.

With much conferring with each other, a plan was hatched. It would be much easier to get what they wished, if others had no choice but to look the other way. If the Lalafell and the Seeker were in charge, who would be there to stop them?

'''No-one.'''

:'''"Though... fear ain't a way t' gain loyalty."''' The tanned and scarred Miqo'te mused, as she adjusted her beloved Lalafell's hat just so.

:'''"Ah, Tamm, this is true... but.."''' The raven haired mage reasoned, tilting her chin to peer up at her friend. '''"What about love?"'''

:A snort rises from the throat of her hoodlum-esq partner, accompanied by a dramatic roll on intense seaglass colored feline eyes. '''"Love...? Wait... th's... th's could work. I gotta idea."'''

:With a gentle smile, the quaint Lalafell nodded. '''"So do I."'''
<br>
With that, the plan was set. Now? Now, the two wait and see what happens next.

S'kye S'yoponi

2016-01-23T07:00:32Z

SkyeTheKnumpty: Hidden Backstory! :D

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| title = S'kye S'yoponi
| gender = Female
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| occupation = Not dying?
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===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #a8e199;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Backstory</div>===
<table style="position:center;" width="75%">
''Written by [[Tamm'lin Maertena|Tamm'lin Maertena's Player]]''

:The start of this story is that there isn't even a start. S'kye quite literally woke up in some damned forest one day, couldn't remember where they were, who they were, and whose shirt they even had on. No wounds could be seen, no chocobos nearby, and really it almost seems the lalafell just laid down for a nap... then forgot her life. Which, in hindsight... isn't all that great. However, S'kye managed to bumble out of the forest and into a nearby village of Sun Seekers, who luckily for S'kye, managed to take pity on the poor, portly, and apparently brain-absent thing. They took the Lalafel in, assuming she was a child from the skies, who'd been sent down for a second chance at life. The Clan gave her a name and integrated here into the village with much joy.

:As the Lalafel spent her time with the village of Miqo'te, curious things started to happen. The Lalafell gained the ability to read, write, and speak with grace and brevity, without being taught - And in all manner of tongues! More than that, the Lalafell seemed to have extensive knowledge in Aether manipulation and esoteric mathematics, which seemingly came up at random. They couldn't remember the information at will, but the flashes that came on their own were powerful things, and S'kye's heading often pounding in pain afterwards for a few moments each time a piece of new information came rushing back to them."

:When she finally left the Seeker tribe to travel forth into the world, to much fanfare because the cats really did enjoy her sunshine-face waddling around camp, S'kye eventually found herself in Ul'dah.

:Why Ul'dah? Well... she liked the way the name rolled off the tongue. "Uuuuhhhlll'Daaaah!" She'd murmur, smiling to herself, adorable nose wrinkling up.

:The moment she stepped foot into the city... nothing happened. No memories came flooding back, no ghostly twinges of "This looks familiar...", no pulls towards any sort of direction.

:And this was good and pleasing to S'kye, who'd spent the last few years at the whim of her flighty memories.

:With gil in her purse and a cheerful waddle to her step, the socially awkward, perhaps rightfully so, Lalafell began a new life in Ul'dah.

:Now, even though her moments of painful memory return were now few and far between... she still had such a warm, comfortable feeling towards the magickal arts. It started out as curiosity, but quickly became full-on near insatiable lust for all types of magickal knowledge.

<center>... And she seemed to have such a strange affinity for reptiles, of all things. Huh, weird!</center>
<br>
<center><small>'''''This is at least the story she will tell you... Who knows if it's actually true?'''''</small></center>

<tr>
<td style="vertical-align: top;font-size:9pt;font-family:Helvetica;"><h3>
<div style="padding:10px 35px;background: #b9e7ad;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;"><center>''LIKES''</center></div></h3>
: <font style="color:#b9e7ad;" size="3">■</font> Reading EVERYTHING.
: <font style="color:#b9e7ad;" size="3">■</font> Writing about everything in her Journal.
: <font style="color:#b9e7ad;" size="3">■</font> Practising magicks.
: <font style="color:#b9e7ad;" size="3">■</font> Not being dead.
: <font style="color:#b9e7ad;" size="3">■</font> ''The feeling of a dagger in each hand.''
: <font style="color:#b9e7ad;" size="3">■</font> Chocobo Hatchlings.
: <font style="color:#b9e7ad;" size="3">■</font> Studying everything that can possibly be studied.

<td style="vertical-align: top;font-size:9pt;font-family:Helvetica;"><h3><span class="mw-headline">
<div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #d8e7ad;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;"><center>''DISLIKES''</center></div></span></h3>

: <font style="color:#d8e7ad;" size="3">■</font> Regaining Memories of her past self. (They're the most painful to regain.)
: <font style="color:#d8e7ad;" size="3">■</font> The Shards of Dalamud scattered around the land.
: <font style="color:#d8e7ad;" size="3">■</font> ''People who use magic.''
: <font style="color:#d8e7ad;" size="3">■</font> Her eye colour.
: <font style="color:#d8e7ad;" size="3">■</font> Brutes.

<td style="vertical-align: top;font-size:9pt;font-family:Helvetica;"><h3><span class="mw-headline">
<div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #ffe7ad;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;"><center>''FLAWS''</center></div></span></h3>

: <font style="color:#ffe7ad;" size="3">■</font> Regains memories at the worst times, incapacitating her.
: <font style="color:#ffe7ad;" size="3">■</font> Naive - Her lack of knowledge often results in people taking advantage of her with lies.
: <font style="color:#ffe7ad;" size="3">■</font> ''Reads too much.''
: <font style="color:#ffe7ad;" size="3">■</font> Really short.

</tr></table>

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

:Despite living with a village of people that worshipped the day, S'kye herself is actually quite pale. It's unbeknownst if this is due to her health or her love for robes.

:Her bobbed hair is a dark black colour that often matches the dark attire she usually wears. Despite living in the dry deserts of Thanalan, her hair seemingly remains smooth and soft.

: S'kye's love of black clothing doesn't come from some brooding nature or love of darkness, she simply likes black clothing because she likes the color and being able to blend into the shadows when large, scary, predators try to eat her. She usually wears some dark robes with her hood down, but has also acquired some pale formal attire in her travels. A lover of shinies, S'kye tends to wear whatever pretty rings and miscellany she can find.

:The most unique feature of the Lalafel is her eyes. Not unheard of but still quite rare for a Lalafel, S'kye's heterochromia is often the subject of teasing and insults. She jokingly says that one of her eye's turned red after she defeated Ifrit (which she didn't) as a sign of her gaining the Primals power (a lie).

<div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #9bb1ca;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;"><center>'''''RUMORS'''''</center></div>
''Some of these rumors are untrue or are greatly exaggerated. Please feel free to add your own rumors under PC!''
<div style="border:0px solid; padding:8px;"><b>
<div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #cdd8e4;">◢ Common Rumors (Easily overheard)</div></b>
: <font style="color: #cdd8e4;" size="3">■</font> "I heard she defeated Ifrit!"
: <font style="color: #cdd8e4;" size="3">■</font> "S'kye? She always helps out around the Tavern in exchange for a bed for the night."

<b><div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #c1cede;">◢ Moderate Rumors (Moderately difficult to overhear)</div></b>
: <font style="color:#c1cede;" size="3">■</font> "She's the one that lived with the cats, right?"

<b><div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #a8bbd0;">◢ Rare Rumors (Very difficult or rarely overheard)</div></b>
: <font style="color:#a8bbd0;" size="3">■</font> "There's more than meets the eye to that one. Something about her just doesn't ''feel'' right."
: <font style="color:#a8bbd0;" size="3">■</font> "My Brother's Cousin's friend's Sister's Auntie's Co-worker said that she fell out of the sky one day."

<div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #9bb1ca;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;"><center>'''''RELATIONS'''''</center></div>
: <center><font style="color:#F02311;" size="3">₳</font> Romantic??? <font style="color:#e1a261;" size="3">₡</font> Close Friends <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">₵</font> "Friends!" <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">♠</font>Acquaintances <font style="color:#b1c5dd;" size="3">¤</font>Neutral <font style="color:#000000;" size="3">♦</font> "Jerks!" </center>

: <font style="color:#e1a261;" size="3">₡</font> Tamm'lin Maertena - S'kye and Tamm have been friends since...pretty much ''forever''.

:<font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">₵</font> Kazino - At the very least, he is great for riding around on his shoulders!

:<font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">₵</font> Shay - Also good for shoulder rides.

</div>

===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #8fa7c3;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;"><center>Actual Backstory [SPOILERS. YOU MAY IGNORE THIS PART.]</center></div>===
<table style="position:center;" width="75%">

<big><big><center>'''This information is entirely OOC until mentioned IC.'''</center></big></big>

'''Before beginning, this is partly taken from [[Tamm'lin Maertena]]'s wiki page because the two are intertwined, how ever this backstory is from S'kye's perspective'''
<br>

The start is true. One day the Lalafel just woke up in the middle of no-where, with no idea who she was or even what she was. All she knew was a need to survive. The Lalafel walked for hours in the empty Thanalan deserts before collapsing in a small black heap. When she awoke she found herself in a small village of Seekers. They had given her food and water and even clothes. They viewed her as some sort of gift from the skies. Over time, the Lalafel gained an understanding of language, both through memory flashbacks and teaching and they even gave her a name. S'kye. A subtle nod to her apparent origin. S'kye did her best to fit in around the tribe, helping out with tasks and even helping teach the younger Miqo'te. All around the innocent little Lalafel did her best to live a normal life.

''Then she met Tamm''. Big green eyes ablaze with intense mischief and curiosity. At first, S'kye was cautious of Tamm. Her constant talking about ditching traditions and leaving sounded crazy to her. "Just leave the people that saved my life? That'd be so rude!" she would say. But eventually it got to her. Tamm'lin's constant talking of the outside world and it's mysteries struck a chord with the Lalafel. She'd lost ALL her memories and she was just sat there doing the same thing every day. There could be so much outside the desert that she'd never see. After that, the two ladies quickly became inseparable, as S'kye quickly developed a never-ending crave for knowledge.

Knowledge they wouldn't really be able to find, considering the Seeker female was meant to do not much more in life than settle for being a woman of the clan and the Lalafel didn't know anything other than what she remembered and was taught by the Seekers. As the two grew older and more 'of age', S'kye's itch to learn had become a full out lust, constantly asking about things the Tribe simply didn't know enough about. All the while, the wild-hearted Seeker only grew more frantic in her resolute bucking of tradition. - Which the current Nuhn had simply had enough of.

He decided to teach the girl a lesson; Whether she liked it or not.

Something changed in S'kye when she saw the Nuhn force himself upon and attack her best friend, something new, something not from her past life. In an instant her fight of flight instinct was already gone. She stopped pleading for the Nuhn to stop and just...changed. Her body moved on it's own accord, knowing that once the Nuhn had finished with her friend he'd surely attack her too. In that moment, she attacked. All it took was a single hand movement as two sharp shards of ice formed in the air in front of her. She'd never been able to use magic before, nor did she even know what an Aether was! But this S'kye, this strange other version of herself didn't care about what she did or didn't know, just that her friend was in danger. With another swipe the shards found themself lodged in the Nuhn's skin, who dropped what he was doing to face the tiny Lalafel. His boot across her face came as a rude shock to the Lalafel, who'd assumed her body was going to keep moving on it's own and fighting for her. As she lay there in pain watching her friend tear the Nuhn apart, her fractured innocence taking a harsh beating, she could feel something different about herself. Inside her head, deep within her mind was someone who had saved Tamm. Another S'kye. One she let take over as she slipped into sleep.

As the blood pooled around her bare, bruised feet - her Seeker friend stood there, gasping for breath, mind cooling from the adrenaline high. Then panicking happened. Knowing the repurcussions would be severe and only focusing on the survival of her friend and herself, the Lalafel suggested they steal some food and water and go as far away possible. Deciding it was probably for the best, the two two fled as fast and as far as legs could carry. Rather, as far as T'amm could carry S'kye. For years, they traveled together; Living in any way they knew how, which wasn't very much, other than raising general hell. There were small things about S'kye that were different, she seemed much more less reserved and quiet and surprisingly good at deceiving people. Unlike the innocent flower Tamm had once known, this S'kye was willing to do anything to survive. Over time, this "survival" eventually turned into petty crime, petty crime turned into short cons, and short cons turned into all out fraud. The pair was ''incredibly' good'' at being ''incredibly bad'', and the ''mental high'' that was achieved from such acts was addicting.

However, after a rather big con went south and the two were nearly killed, S'kye changed again. Everything from her posture to her speech was different and almost exactly like it'd been back in Camp. The more shy, normal S'kye suggested that they stop with all the crime because it's not a good way of life and would only lead to them getting killed. Surprised to hear from the S'kye she used to know, Tamm realised that maybe she could lay low for a bit, so the two parted ways. Tamm went to Limsa Lominsa and S'kye remained in Ul'dah, trying to learn more about her other self and the magical arts.

After a while, the two grew to miss eachother and so eventually they re-united for good.

After many suns worth of living life S'kye's way (NOT commiting mass crimes and frauding people out of their gil, but rather working actual jobs), the other S'kye suggested something; Stealing the normal way was hard... but what if they had others to help? What if, T'amm suggested, instead of simply expanding their repertoire, they dynamic duo goes for broke? At first the two S'kye's debated this. The innocent Lalafel protested that they had moved on from that life and that they should've just stuck to normal jobs, but the other S'kye (Whom had been aptly named, "Switch") mentioned that all they needed was one good heist and they'd be set for life, never having to harm anyone or commit a crime ever again. After some hesitation, the two inner S'kye's agreed that they could do one more job but then they'd just live normally from then on.

With much conferring with each other, a plan was hatched. It would be much easier to get what they wished, if others had no choice but to look the other way. If the Lalafell and the Seeker were in charge, who would be there to stop them?

'''No-one.'''

:'''"Though... fear ain't a way t' gain loyalty."''' The tanned and scarred Miqo'te mused, as she adjusted her beloved Lalafell's hat just so.

:'''"Ah, Tamm, this is true... but.."''' The raven haired mage reasoned, tilting her chin to peer up at her friend. '''"What about love?"'''

:A snort rises from the throat of her hoodlum-esq partner, accompanied by a dramatic roll on intense seaglass colored feline eyes. '''"Love...? Wait... th's... th's could work. I gotta idea."'''

:With a gentle smile, the quaint Lalafell nodded. '''"So do I."'''
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With that, the plan was set. Now? Now, the two wait and see what happens next.

Tamm'lin Maertena

2016-01-23T05:35:07Z

SkyeTheKnumpty: Added a rumor to Tamms page

{{Infobox-character
| name = Tamm'lin Maertena
| image = [[File:TammCat.jpeg|framed| ''Mama said KNOCK YOU OUT!'' ]]
| gender = Female
| citizenship = Limsa Lominsa
| race = Miqo'te
| clan = Seeker of the Sun - Condor Clan; "But really, th't ain't important... an' none of y'r business!"
| stat_1 = Age
| stat_1_value = 26?24? Something like that.
| stat_2 = Marital Status
| stat_2_value = Single - Not Looking. "That romantic shites f'r childr'n an' toddlers."
| stat_3 = Occupation
| stat_3_value = Wandering Miqo'te, Former Shipyard Worker, Total Badass
| stat_4 = Height/Weight
| stat_4_value = 5fulms & 4Ilms(5'4") & 140 Ponz, though her weight is all muscle, she'd assure you.
| stat_5 = Orientation
| stat_5_value = "Whatev'r!"
| stat_6 = Relatives
| stat_6_value = <ul><li>Adoptive Father: AhldWint Eyridoensyn</li> <li>Adoptive Mother: Sthalwyb Sterrbharwyn</li></ul>
}}

Tamm, as she refers to herself, is always chipper, grinning, and far too smart-mouthed for her own good. Granted, when first met, she's terribly shy; Sometimes to the point of simply staring at the floor. A resident of Limsa Lominsa, the wandering Miqo'te has decided to see what the world has to offer outside of her beloved shipyards and seaside city.

===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #a8e199;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;"><center>Basic Backstory</center></div>===
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:Since a young age, Tamm always seemed to be at odds with everyone around her. She fought too much, yelled too much, didn't want to be paired off to take her rightful place in the clan - As all female Seekers of the Sun do. The ginger and white haired girl had no interest in those dole affairs; Instead, she longed to see what was laying beyond in the world at large - What experiences, friends, and knowledge she could find. This, of course, was a great concern to the elders around her. They tried talking to her, scolding her, and eventually giving her one last chance to adhere to the traditional ways; Of which she refused to do.

:Really, it left them with only one choice - '''''Kick her ass out!'''''

:Which they did, to great fanfare, as their clan no longer had to worry about fights breaking out at dinner time or the clan's males getting their ears bitten if they so much as looked at Tamm wrong. As soon as she was of age, off she was kicked; Much to Tamm's delight. Of course, at a tender age, she was inexperienced, inept, and not very bright to begin with.

:However, she was a hard worker - Which lent to her benefit when she finally settled herself in Limsa Lominsa.

:Typically, the seaside city is Roegadyn territory. However, as we all know, the Roegadyn's are accepting of other races; Provided that you're useful and productive.

:At the very least, Tamm was certainly that. In a small shipyard that employed her, Tamm did her best, worked her hardest, and never gave up on a task. Yet, when the day was done, she often wandered off by herself, much to the bewilderment of her fellow shipyard workers. "Don't ya have a home to go to?" The older of the crowd often asked, having grown concerned for their young compatriot. "Well no, I don't." She'd reply, with a simple shrug of her shoulders and a beaming grin. "Clearly," Thought her old, grumpy Boss, "This will not do! Isn't right for a girl her age t' not have a home."

:So, with that, he went to his wife; Who readily agreed. She'd always been fond of children, you know. However, they'd not been blessed in having any.

:Much prodding and yelling and ranting and pointing ensued, with Tamm'lin finally relinquishing her pride and getting a warm bed to sleep in for the first time in months. Months turned into years, and for a while, all was right with the world.

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:<center><small><small>'''''...This is at least the story she'll tell you. That doesn't mean it's true.'''''</small></small></center>

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<div style="padding:10px 35px;background: #b9e7ad;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;"><center>''LIKES''</center></div></h3>
: <font style="color:#b9e7ad;" size="3">■</font> Warm spots in the sun to nap in!
: <font style="color:#b9e7ad;" size="3">■</font> Good food, good friends, good booze - Preferably all at once.
: <font style="color:#b9e7ad;" size="3">■</font> Staring at floors. "It was a nice floor."
: <font style="color:#b9e7ad;" size="3">■</font> Deep thoughts about things uneducated shipworkers shouldn't think about!
: <font style="color:#b9e7ad;" size="3">■</font> Being a mischievous little asshole.
: <font style="color:#b9e7ad;" size="3">■</font> Arm wrestling.
: <font style="color:#b9e7ad;" size="3">■</font> Also, suplexing people during fights.

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<div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #d8e7ad;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;"><center>''DISLIKES''</center></div></span></h3>

: <font style="color:#d8e7ad;" size="3">■</font> Losing!
: <font style="color:#d8e7ad;" size="3">■</font> Being bored.
: <font style="color:#d8e7ad;" size="3">■</font> Sour things!
: <font style="color:#d8e7ad;" size="3">■</font> Large bugs!
: <font style="color:#d8e7ad;" size="3">■</font> Being largely illiterate.

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<div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #ffe7ad;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;"><center>''FLAWS''</center></div></span></h3>

: <font style="color:#ffe7ad;" size="3">■</font> Alignment: A very grey sort of morality. (Though, she seems to be leaning towards 'goodish')
: <font style="color:#ffe7ad;" size="3">■</font> Brash - She doesn't think too hard or too long about decisions. '''''But generally regrets them later!'''''
: <font style="color:#ffe7ad;" size="3">■</font> A bit of a vengeful streak.
: <font style="color:#ffe7ad;" size="3">■</font> Developing a self-serving streak a malm wide.

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===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #ffca94;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;"><center>Character Diamond</center></div>===
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: <font style="color:#ffca94;" size="3">■</font> The "Character Diamond" is a great character building tool. A more indepth look at it and further explanation is listed here: [http://farbeyondmycapacity.blogspot.com/2011/05/character-diamonds.html The Character Diamond]
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: <font style="color:#d65252;" size="3">■ '''Brash''' </font> Tamm'lin doesn't plan much ahead, and even when she does, she's hardly the mastermind she thinks she is! Quick decisions often follow her quick temper.

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: <font style="color:#f9af3e;" size="3">■ '''Mischievous''' </font> Her bratty streak is a mile wide and Tamm'lin can't ever resist the urge to show it every chance she gets. This is both good and bad, because she often runs her mouth with out thinking of the consequences.

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: <font style="color:#B3C0EF;" size="3">■ '''Inherently Kind''' </font> She knows that people can be terrible, but that doesn't stop her from seeing the good in them. She cares deeply about others, even if it doesn't seem like it. Often, her heart and emotions are worn on her sleeve. That doesn't mean she has no secrets, just that she's able to empathize with others well.

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: <font style="color:#656D7F;" size="3">■ '''Morally Ambiguous''' </font> Everything has a good side, a bad side, and a huge range of 'in the middle'. Doing the 'right thing' doesn't always mean doing what society thinks is 'right'.

===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #eacbad;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;"><center>Appearance & Personality</center></div>===
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:The tanned and freckled Seeker isn't exactly a beauty; Rather, she '''could''' be, if she ever put much effort into her appearance. Slender, short, and wiry are three words to describe the Miqo'te. Darkly tanned arms and legs show well-deserved muscle, the kind one might get from hours of walking, climbing, swimming, and training to fight. If Tamm had to be flowery about it, the quiet little cat would say her eyes are like the sea on an eerily calm day. Glass green and reflective.

:Her hair is usually a wreck, with chopped mane-style in utter disarray. With white streaks run through her short, light auburn hair, the look of 'unruly tomboy' is only accentuated. Doesn't help that the damn, spunky Miqo'te doesn't have much in the way of curves. Small chested and lanky, the ruffian looks more apt to punch the owner of an errant, butt pinching hand than bat her long lashes owlishly at them.

:In spite of all this, in some ways the woman is cute. In the kind of way a tiny lizard might be. Adorable, rough looking, and sort of scary if you aren't used to seeing such things.

:More often than not, Tamm looks positively feral – Covered in mud, grass, and who knows what else after a day of doing odd jobs. Her clothes show signs of being well loved and well traveled, but also well sewn.

===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #d5ccc5;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;"><center>Life So Far...</center></div>===

: <font style="color:#d5ccc5;" size="3">■ '''Previously...:'''</font>
:Previously, the spunky cat was wandering around Ul'dah - Which, of course, led to her being piclkpocketed blind in the infamous Pearl Alley. After much bemoaning and whining, Tamm found a kind-ish soul in the name of '''[[Benedict_Whiteraven|Benedict]]''', who offered to help search for the arsehole of a Lalafell that took her belongings. So, they did! Which... turned up exactly nothing. However, they promised to keep in touch.

:: Later that day, she ran into another Miqo'te named '''[[Eranyl_Suncloak|Eranyl]]''', who offered her a bed to sleep in - Which, really, was much more than Tamm had been sleeping on. Cardboard boxes do not equal a good nights sleep. Tamm took her up on the offer, but is now determined to pay back the kindness shown her.

:After that, the stupid cat had been whisked off to join a company called Ebondband - Not that she minds! She's really quite pleased; All smiles and sunshine. After chattering across a linkshell, two fellows named Endri and Mikha extended an offer of food- Which... being utterly penniless and homeless, she really couldn't refuse. Luckily, the plucky Miqo'te wasn't robbed blind (again) and the men held true! After being dragged to lovely Gridania by the new compatriots, she was introduced to '''[[Nero_Varus|Septimus]]'''; The 'Big Boss'. She asked, though truly Mikha asked on her behalf, for a job - To which the huge, muscled, and frankly scary as shit Big Boss replied; "Are you good at anything?" To which Tamm replied, "... I c'n lifted boxes full'a metal clear off th' floor."

: Which, might be impressive to a yard hand, but is not impressive to a man running a company. So, he asked what ''else'' she could do; Which... is really only punching things to death very, very well.

: On that note, Big Boss told her to punch him in the stomach - Which she did, to great inner struggle, because if there is one thing Tamm is good at, it's hitting people so hard they start bleeding internally.

: Luckily, that didn't happen - Instead, it apparently just hurt a bit, impressed Big Boss, and got Tamm a job!

:Tamm'lin spent the better part of the day speaking with a... odd female Au Ra, named '''[[Narantu_Dazkar|Haggard Viper]]'''. They sat in the sunlight lawn of her new place of employment, speaking on such topics as horn bows, the virtues of people, and that pulling a Miqo'te's ear isn't very pleasant for the Miqo'te. After some ear pulling, hat flicking, arm-pit tickling fun - The SunCat seems to... possibly have made a friend. Oh, wow!

:: Except, of course, said 'friend' asked to read boring books together. Which, Tamm loves to read - The only problem being she reads on a level that would shame most ten year olds. Oops!

:Tamm has received a note from Benedict, who previously helped her search shady Pearl Alley, located in Ul'dah, for her mother's homemade ring. To no avail, however... it seems a merchant may have encountered the Lalafell pickpocket who took it! According to the note, anyway.

:Tamm took part in what was thought to be a fairly straight forward exchange, along with her EbondBrand coworkers. She didn't agree with it or think it much a good idea, but was swept up in it anyway. After all, thinking is best left to those in charge, right? ... Except, of course, when push came to shove, as the only option was to kill the other scoundrels... Tamm did just that. In a fever of terror and rage, she jumped from one opponent to the next, slicing their necks as she would a hog brought for slaughter. A deep puncture with a blade just under one ear... then a quick, thorough slice clear to the other ear. It catches all the veins and lets the blood bleed out cleanly.

:: Of course, these were people, not hogs. ''She killed people.'' ... The after thought, of course, is that S'kye would be ''ashamed.''
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::Which, after sinking in her dagger into another's neck one last time, she snapped back to reality, the realization of being executioner hitting her like a sack of coins to the face. With a numb, disjointed feeling spreading to her body, she picked her way amongst the gore to a nice, dusty corner of the field, as her comrades stood around and tended to each other. Of course, then the crying started.

: Shortly after, with a heavy heart, she packed up her things and left - Getting another job, though perhaps a more boring one; As a guard in a brothel, of all places.

:The scrappy Miqo'te partnered up with '''Benny'''(Benedict Whiteraven) again, this time to track down some information on that damned thieving lalafell who stole her ring! All thanks to Benny, really - The man managed to track down a merchant who'd seen the lalafell and had information to sell. Information that Tammcat was all too happy to pay for. With much nodding and steely stares, the deal was done over with quickly - At which point Tamm and Ol' Ben went for a drink; Because, at the very least, Benny is great drinkin' company.

:On top of that, the possibly orange/blue morality Seeker met up in an alley way with [[Flynt_Reddard| '''Flynt Reddard''']], after the man got his sorry ass kicked out of her place on employment - She couldn't see why, really. Mikha had told her the man had tried to stab him. In a way, she could understand - Mikha could be rather nerve wracking! Still, her job needed to be done; Simple as that.

:With much over-exaggerated politeness and many "yes, Sir"s, the Miqo'te shuffled along with the man to show him the door; At which point, unbeknownst to anyone else but the two of them, the rather odd man bent down, speaking lowly to her.
:''"Can't y' at least tell me what all this is about?"'' The probably drunkard of a blonde haired man asked, clearly a bit confused.

:Tamm'lin simply shrugged, keeping her stoney 'I'm feckin' working' face. ''"...ye', but not now. Jus' gotta d' my job. But hey, I linger 'round Pearl Alley. Find m' there, I'll tell y' what I know, eh?"'' She chirruped back hushedly, trying to get this '''''weirdo''''' out of the bar.

:Elated, the man left - Much to Tamm's relief.

:She thought that was the end of it, but... the more she sat and thought on the whole thing, which is something a simple deckhand should never do, the more... things didn't add up. No one tries to kill another for no reason, generally. Much less try to harm someone like ''Mikha'', who literally seemed to shit sunrays, happiness, and naiveté. No, none of this added up. Which was fine, but...

:So, the wild eyed woman set up a meeting with this... Flynt, person. Admittedly, there wasn't much to tell - And rather, as the man was still playing the confused, abused patron, T'amm formed the opinion he just wasn't a very good liar. They chatted for a bit, and... got along well. Very well. It was odd, really. Normally, with much outward eyerolling and expressive gestures, the cat can at least keep herself amused; But, behold, the man was actually... entertaining ''her''! A wonder, because Tamm's attention span is short, with a shorter temper in tow. The two ended up fighting, with Tamm surrendering after being slammed into a wall.

:It was all very fun! Even the part where some angry woman came up and started berating the person called Flynt! Or, actually, perhaps ''especially'' that part.

: <font style="color:#c5ccd8;" size="3">■ '''Plot so Far:''' </font>

:After a nice, impromptu meeting with [[Paul_Desmond| '''Paul Desmond''']] in which the two discussed secrecy, interesting things, Tamm made her way down to the Grindstone. Where, much to her surprise, Flynt Reddard was there. There were bets placed, the two fought, Tamm lost in a very spectacular manner. However, she managed to break the man's legs, which was very worth the now missing tooth and nearly-crushed spine. Thank goodness for healers!

:She also met another Miqo'te, a very nice-seeming Keeper named [[Yvenalise_Tachibana| '''Tachi''']]. They talked shop and it was good! Seems Tamm has a lead on some more work, which is... good. Very good.

:After much hemming and hawing, it was decided the guard life didn't suit her. Especially not after meeting back up with S'kye, who pat-patted the Seeker's head, telling her she's worth so much more than ''normalcy.''

:With that, Tamm'lin set off on the next adventure, this time dragging S'kye along with her.

: <font style="color:#aec4ea;" size="3">■ '''In the Meantime:''' </font>

:S'kye and Tamm'lin have found themselves in the company of the Pathfinders, doing odd jobs and appearing to do not much more than attempt to make some amalgamation of friendships with others. They've been successful, so far! Hells, they even have an actual ''friend'' or two, outside of each other. Actually, s'just Shay Baien, but with attitude counts for two people, in their book!

:Tamm has spent a good deal of time attending the Grindstone, having an all out blast each time she's there. Of course, S'kye and Shay are there to cheer her on, most weeks. Seems the good ol' punch to the jugular is her favorite way to hit, so far!

: <font style="color:#aec4ea;" size="3">■ '''As of Right Now:''' </font>

:'''With more thinking, thoughtful noises coming from the meager cat, the desert sun lowered the last, weak tendrils of light upon the lonely landscape. The dusty, ragged, wandering Miqo'te had spent the better part of a day bothering small lizards and throwing stones from atop her favorite rock outside of Ul'dah. Basking in the fading twilight, a slow plan hatched. It was like the birth of a shy, wayward chocobo chick; A bit different from the rest, but perhaps of equal value.'''

:'''The idea wasn't very nice. However, it was intriguing. It was entertaining. It would keep her from being bored. "An', so I will." The freckled and scarred Seeker mumbled to herself, seagreen eyes dark with something akin to a terrible sort of''' '''''mischief.'''''

<div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #9bb1ca;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;"><center>'''''RUMORS'''''</center></div>
<center>''Some of these rumors are untrue or are greatly exaggerated. Please feel free to add your own rumors under PC!''</center>
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<div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #cdd8e4;"><center>◢ Common Rumors (Easily overheard)</center></div></b>
: <font style="color: #cdd8e4;" size="3">■</font> "I heard she's real odd. You know, for a Miqo'te."
: <font style="color: #cdd8e4;" size="3">■</font> "Apparently, she's got a powerful sweet tooth. I see're munching on sweets all the time, walking around Ul'dah and staring at things like she's off in her own world."

<b><div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #c1cede;"><center>◢ Moderate Rumors (Moderately difficult to overhear)</center></div></b>
: <font style="color:#c1cede;" size="3">■</font> "That cat? She hits like a damn chocobo kick to the face."
: <font style="color:#c1cede;" size="3">■</font> "Have you seen her at Grindstone? BOOSH! Jugular Punch. BASH! Knee break. SLAM! Collarbone Crunch. She's amazing!" - [[S'kye S'yoponi]]

<b><div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #a8bbd0;"><center>◢ Rare Rumors (Very difficult or rarely overheard)</center></div></b>
: <font style="color:#a8bbd0;" size="3">■</font> "Heard she's been sneaking 'round at night. Apparently, digging around f'r information. I'd steer clear of that one, if I were you."
: <font style="color:#a8bbd0;" size="3">■</font> "... Story's been that she killed a man or two with nothin' but her bare hands and a dagger to their necks. Sliced 'em like she was bleedin' out a hog to slaughter."

<b><div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #9bb1ca;"><center>◢ PC Rumors (Rumors from the character's of other players)</center></div></b>

: <font style="color:#aac5b4;" size="3">■</font> "Tammi? Gods, ser, you should have seen that girl when she dropped by our little dinner party the other evening dressed in 'naughty farm girl' attire. A modest and intriguing little kitten, as she refused to acknowledge her tasteless outfit. She's also quite talented with a knife, I assure you. How amusing! I'll have to get to know that one a little better once I catch up on sleep." - [[Sigurd Sundsteigen]]

: <font style="color:#aac5b4;" size="3">■</font> "For someone so small, she can really hold her drink. I'm pretty sure she drank her weight in booze. It made me proud." - [[Benedict Whiteraven]]
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<div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #9bb1ca;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;"><center>'''''RELATIONS'''''</center></div>
: <center><font style="color:#F02311;" size="3">₳</font> ????? <font style="color:#e1a261;" size="3">₡</font> Close Friends <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">₵</font> "Friends!" <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">♠</font>Acquaintances <font style="color:#b1c5dd;" size="3">¤</font>Neutral <font style="color:#000000;" size="3">♦</font> "Jerks!" </center>

: <font style="color:#e1a261;" size="3">₡</font><font style="color:#F02311;" size="3">₳</font> S'kye S'yoponi - Close Friends doesn't even begin to cover the relationship between these two. Tamm will, and ''has'', killed a bitch for S'kye, who is her precious popoto friend.
:<small><small><small><small><small><center>'''''SPOILER!'''''</center>
:S'kye and Tamm have had a very hard life together - While it isn't mentioned in the background part of Tamm's profile, S'kye and Tamm grew up together, within the same Seeker clan. Read S'kye's profile for her side of that. A lot of '''horrible bullshit''' happened to them, essentially breaking them both, leaving the two misfits with nothing but each other; And so, with their cracked and jaded psyches, they've gone out into the world, caring only for their safety and happiness... at any means necessary. A life of crime, murder, and general badness evolved quickly, with little of either pair caring much about the moral hangs up one might usually have. Now? Now they've decided it's easier to pretend to be normal... ''then'' play their games, building their two woman crime ring into something much greater; And, as far as that goes? ''The game is very much afoot.''</small></small>
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: <font style="color:#e1a261;" size="3">₡</font><font style="color:#F02311;" size="3">₳</font> Shay - He's Shay. A total dick, obnoxious, awful. They still hang out ''quite'' lot, though.

: <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">₵</font> <font style="color:#F02311;" size="3">₳</font> Flynt Reddard - Business partner, convenient friend.

: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">♠</font> Mikha Sunthistle - He's Mikha. 'Nuff said.

: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">♠</font> Eranyl Sunclock - Another Miqo'te who is very kind hearted, letting a homeless, gil-less Tamm essentially crash on her couch for a night or two.

: <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">₵</font> Benedict Whiteraven - A street rat like her, she's grown fond of this guy; He seems to have a good attitude, more or less. Plus, very helpful. If he needed a favor, she'd gladly do it.

: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">♠</font> Tachi - Another Miqo'te who introduced her to her current job! She's very grateful!

: <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">₵</font> Haggard Viper - An Au Ra with... a pretty strange name, but you know, Tamm doesn't judge. The little lizard is interesting, to say the least - Possible friends, of some sort.

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<center> ''' Firstly, Tamm'lin is a bad person. While she is inherently kind and empathetic, she is also incredibly self-serving. She does things because they either amuse her or because she benefits in some way. You must understand she was designed broken in order to follow her intentions and ambitions...'''</center>
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<center>'''With that said, here's the actual backstory so far;'''</center>

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T'amm was born ''fighting.'' She came into the world kicking and screaming, wailing like a shedevil on a rampage. Her childhood was no different; Insatiably curious and outgoing, but with a temper that would make Ifrit proud. She was a hellion from the start, often doing things simply because she could, much to the anger of her clan. They tried their best to subjugate the Seeker, doing their best to break her spirit in ''any way possible.''

Enter, S'kye S'yoponi. The Lalafell who seemingly feel fro m the sky. The clan took pity on the poor girl, accepting her into the fold. However, along comes T'amm. Big green eyes ablaze with intense mischief and curiosity, the two ladies quickly became inseparable, as S'kye quickly developed a never-ending crave for knowledge.

Of cours,e life was not all posies and carefree days - Instead, it was very hard for the two. The Seeker female was meant to do not much more in life than settle for being a woman of the clan; And all that entailed. S'kye had lost her memories, mourning a life she never knew she had in the first place; The only connecting string to the Lalafell's former existence were brief, excruciatingly painful flashes of memory and insight.

Eventually, as the two grew older and more 'of age', the wild-hearted Seeker only grew more frantic in her resolute bucking of tradition - Which the current Nuhn had simply had enough of it.

He decided to teach the girl a lesson; Whether she liked it or not.

S'kye, the ever adoring other half, panicked in such a fashion, rearing to her beloved friend's defense; In a flash, the adorable and mild-mannered Lalafell had remembered a potent spell, slinging it at the clan's Nuhn. It wounded him, to be sure, but seemingly only spurred his rage on, turning instead of the little bookworm of a newly minted magic user.

A harsh kicked to the face and watching her friend slide across the floor was all it took for the already enraged T'amm to fly into a such a fit of energetic violence that the Nuhn would have been lucky to be alive.

'''To be clear, he wasn't lucky.'''

Even as the blood pooled around her bare, bruised feet - T'amm stood there, gasping for breath, mind cooling from the adrenaline high. Then? Then, they panicked. They'd just killed a man, not that he didn't deserve it. It wasn't much thought on the act, more worry on the repercussions; And so, the two fled as fast and as far as legs could carry. Rather, as far as T'amm could carry S'kye. Lalafell don't make great distance runners, after all.

For years, they traveled together; Living in any way they knew how, which wasn't very much, other than raising general hell. The skills of being pains in the ass eventually turned into petty crime, petty crime turned into short cons, and short cons turned into all out ''fraud.'' The pair was ''incredibly' good at being ''incredibly bad,'' and the mental high that was achieved from such acts was ''addicting''.

However, life goes on. The two seperated for a few years, with many visits in between; S'kye settling in Ul'dah to study the magickal arts, with T'amm traveling to Limsa Lominsa to attempt a life of honest work.

Eventually, the honest life grew boring; And so, the two friends reunited for good.

After many suns worth of living life their way, S'kye suggested something; Stealing the normal way was ''hard''... but what if they had others to help? What if, T'amm suggested, instead of simply expanding their repertoire, they dynamic duo goes for broke?

With much conferring with each other, a plan was hatched. It is much easier to what they wished, if others had no choice but to look the other way. If the Lalafell and the Seeker were in charge, who would be there to stop them?

'''The answer, of course, is ''no one''.'''

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:'''"Though... fear ain't a way t' gain loyalty."''' The tanned and scarred Miqo'te mused, as she adjusted her beloved Lalafell's hat just so.

:'''"Ah, Tamm, this is true... but.."''' The raven haired mage reasoned, tilting her chin to peer up at her friend. '''"What about love?"'''

:A snort rises from the throat of her hoodlum-esq partner, accompanied by a dramatic roll on intense seaglass colored feline eyes. '''"Love...? Wait... th's... th's could work. S'kye, I gotta idea."'''

:With a gentle smile, the quaint Lalafell nodded. '''"So do I."'''
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With that, the plan was set. Now? Now, the two wait and see what happens next.

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: <font style="color:#f2d7d7;" size="3">■</font> '''I am looking for gritty, dark, mature themed RP''' '''''and also SLICE OF LIFE RP.'''''
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: '''If you are interested, please reach out to me either in game, via message on RPC, or via Skype at professormctrex.'''

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: <font style="color:#758eaa;" size="3">■</font> Please don't try to murder Tamm... and if you ''do'' want to, please let me know first!
: <font style="color:#758eaa;" size="3">■</font> Just ask. Seriously. It's all situational, just like real life is.

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: <font style="color:#687e97;" size="3">■</font> Walk up & Tells are always appreciated!
: <font style="color:#687e97;" size="3">■</font> Feel free to contact me on my skype for rp!
: <font style="color:#687e97;" size="3">■</font> Randomly chit chat!

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: <font style="color:#687e97;" size="3">■</font> MRP friendly. As mentioned before, I'm looking for dark, gritty rp.
: <font style="color:#687e97;" size="3">■</font> Yes, that also means I'm A-OKAY with Erp.
: <font style="color:#687e97;" size="3">■</font> ... '''''But I am NOT okay with Porn Without Plot.'''''

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::Her theme song currently might be this; [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c5Ka0WFqftA ℳ]

::The current TV tropes;
::[http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/BecauseImGoodAtIt Because I'm Good At It] - Fighting seems to be the only thing she's naturally good at.
::[http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/AmbiguouslyEvil Ambiguously Evil] - The moral grey area is tricky to navigate.
::[http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/ItAmusedMe It Amused Me] - Tamm'lin does most things because they amuse her; Sometimes, not to the benefit of others.

'''Questions from the Forums...'''
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Off the top of my head, here are some questions and observations to help you add to it, if you wish. Feel free to take or ignore them as you will!

1) -She was at odds with her clan but the actual reasons beyond simple personality conflict are unclear to the reader. Assuming that her reasons for not meshing with her clan aren't meant to be ambiguous, does she have a problem with authority, or just the authority of her clan at the time? Did she have a personal distaste for one or more particular members of the clan? Are there any notable conflicts in her past?

2) -She clearly appreciates individual freedom over a rigid lifestyle, but does this philosophy extend to others or just to herself (i.e. would she try to free slaves if given the opportunity with risk appropriately factored)? Does she have a reason or other external driving factor for why she feels this way or is it something merely intrinsic in her personality?

3) -Her name isn't a typical Seeker name. Is there a story behind her name? Was she given it, or did she choose it herself?

4) -What skills has she learned, how did she learn them, and why? (Necessity, interest, "just for the hell of it", etc.)

5) -How has her being raised in a traditional Seeker clan affected her world view and opinions, if at all? For example, does she have an aversion to things that remind her of said clan?

6) -Does she have any other notable hobbies outside of her "Likes"? I can see her playing pranks fairly easily.

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# It isn't so much that she had a problem with any one particular member of her clan... more like her personality is intrinsically at odds with the traditional values held be her clan. As she grew older, this 'rebellious' streak only grew, as her understanding of what her and all female Sun Seeker Miqo'te role in the clan was. She didn't approve, didn't agree, and simply couldn't reconcile what she was taught with what she held to be her truth, deep down in her heart.
# I'd say it is something intrinsic to her personality. She believes in freedom of life, freedom of will, and the pursuit of an individual's personal truth. She'd free slaves, if they wish to be freed - If they did not, then that is their wish and she has no right to infringe upon it.
# She was originally named a typical Sun Seeker name - As was denoted by her clan and sire. However, with a passion of one thousands suns, does she hate her sire so. Tamm took her name, turning it into something she preferred.
# This I'll have to think on - Sailing, she learned through her 'family' in Limsa Lominsa. It is, after all, a necessity! A livelihood and way of life, almost. In that same regard, Tamm'lin also learned to read/write poorly from a neighbor in Limsa Lominsa. She'd like to be more educated, but feels slightly hopeless in the matter.
# She has intense aversion to things that remind her of the clan - Male Sun Seekers are no exception.
# She loves, loves, loves to play pranks - More than that, she enjoys tending flowers, sewing, collecting and then wearing ridiculous hats. Tammcat also enjoys fighting. A lot. She enjoys fighting a LOT.

'''About her name'''

: Here are a few notes on her wacky name;

Tamm'lin Maertena

'''T'amm'''

A butchering and misunderstanding of a culture she's been welcomed into, her name is nothing but well sylabled gibberish. Granted, it has a basis - Which she barely understands the meaning of, outside her own clan name.
Her 'real' name is T'amm. Yes, a sire's name is her surname... but she refuses to speak it. It isn't that she hates her clan or her nature... but Tamm's sire is a different matter.
When speaking to her fellow dock workers for the first time, many simply couldn't pronounce her name and since she didn't give a last name... eventually they gave her one of her own.
She's strong and hard working - Reliable, too.
However, her age at the time put her as nearing the ages of many of these fellows children. Tamm, of course, is much smaller than any Roegadyn.

And so...
T'amm turned into...
(teh-AM)

'''Tamm klin'''
(TA-am) (kl-IN)

Because.... Klin means child in the ancient Reogdayn language; Which she was often called 'klin' in, as of course, to them... she's not only a young age, but she's about the height of a child.
Tamm Klin = Tamm child... or, rather Tamm, the child.
T'amm became Tamm... and klin dropped the k, become lin.
And so, T'amm Klin became...
Tamm'lin (TAH-am-lyn)

After she left, she thought it wise to have a surname. She couldn't just take her 'family's' name... she wanted one of her own. She refuse to use her clan name, as that would mean even the smallest tie to her sire - Which simply wasn't going to happen. So, instead - She used a butchered version of the nick name her 'parents' had given her;
Mighty Oak ... Which was roughly pronounced...

'''Maeti-Eyha'''

However... as most can't pronounce Reogadyn very well, and certainly not bone-headed cats, ... the name was completely butchered.
And so...
Maeti-Eyha became ... Maeteya.... which became...

'''Maertena'''
(MAer-TEH-nah)

Klin - Child
Maeti - Mighty
Eyha - Oak
T'amm - Proper Seeker First Name

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