https://wiki.ffxiv-roleplayers.com/api.php?action=feedcontributions&feedformat=atom&user=Wakamiya+no+RengeRPC Library - User contributions [en]2026-07-04T01:06:33ZUser contributionsMediaWiki 1.31.3https://wiki.ffxiv-roleplayers.com/index.php?title=User:Wakamiya_no_Renge&diff=262705User:Wakamiya no Renge2017-08-17T21:16:27Z<p>Wakamiya no Renge: </p>
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<div>{{Infobox-character<br />
| name = 若宮の蓮華 <br />
Wakamiya no Renge<br />
| image = Renge-1.png<br />
| imagewidth = <br />
| gender = Female.<br />
| citizenship = Doman refugee.<br />
| race = Au Ra.<br />
| clan = Raen.<br />
| stat_1 = Age<br />
| stat_1_value = 17.<br />
| stat_2 = Marital Status<br />
| stat_2_value = Taken.<br />
| stat_3 = Occupation<br />
| stat_3_value = Alchemist.<br />
Former shrine maiden.<br />
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Assassin.<br />
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Poet.<br />
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Playwright and puppeteer.<br />
| stat_4 = Height/Weight<br />
| stat_4_value = 4'9"/109lbs.<br />
| stat_5 = Orientation<br />
| stat_5_value = Heterosexual.<br />
| stat_6 = Nameday<br />
| stat_6_value = 13th Sun of the 3rd Umbral Moon<br />
}}<br />
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'''Wakamiya no Renge''' (pronounced <i>wah-kah-mee-yah noh rehn-geh</i>) is a Doman refugee who fled the massacre perpetrated by the Garlean Empire during the rebellion. One of the last to escape her family's ancient shrine in the southern peaks of Doma, she came to Ul'dah and put her botanical talents to work. Renge spent her first few months under the Monetarists' rule taking any odd jobs people were willing to give her and picking pockets when hunger forced her hand. After scrimping and saving for a little over a year, she managed to open up a tiny apothecary in Pearl Lane, but an unfortunate attack on her life ruined all her hard work. Once more, she finds herself living as a nomad and traveling around Eorzea, experiencing all this new world has to offer her. <br />
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She can frequently be found carrying a large wooden box on her back; if asked, she will tell you that this box is her "patented portable puppet playhouse" and she will invite you to have a seat while she entertains you with stories both ridiculous and satirical. She is also fond of spouting poetry at the drop of a hat and her favourite rhymes tend to come in limerick form.<br />
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===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Basic Info</div>===<br />
<b>Blood Type:</b> O.<br />
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Positive Traits for Blood Type:<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Confident.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Self-determined.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Optimistic.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Strong-willed.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Intuitive.<br />
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Negative Traits for Blood Type: <br />
: <font style="color:#DFD59E;" size="3">■</font> Self-centered.<br />
: <font style="color:#DFD59E;" size="3">■</font> Cold.<br />
: <font style="color:#DFD59E;" size="3">■</font> Doubtful.<br />
: <font style="color:#DFD59E;" size="3">■</font> Unpredictable.<br />
: <font style="color:#DFD59E;" size="3">■</font> Workaholic.<br />
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<div style="padding:10px 35px;background: #ECCA67;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;"><center>''LIKES''</center></div></h3><br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Rainy, cloudy days.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Music. She enjoys playing her koto.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> People watching.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Silence.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Books, particularly poetry anthologies. <br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Games, especially mazes and riddles.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Doman plums.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Hot tea, sweetened or otherwise flavoured.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Heights.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Flying.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Stargazing.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Hair.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Sparring.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Murder.<br />
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<div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #DFD59E;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;"><center>''DISLIKES''</center></div></span></h3><br />
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: <font style="color:#DFD59E;" size="3">■</font> Cold weather.<br />
: <font style="color:#DFD59E;" size="3">■</font> Garleans.<br />
: <font style="color:#DFD59E;" size="3">■</font> Spiders.<br />
: <font style="color:#DFD59E;" size="3">■</font> Lemons.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Nosy people.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Foolish people.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> The snooty attitudes of the Monetarists.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> People who demand respect without first earning it.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Entitled people.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> The Echo.<br />
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<div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #CACFA5;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;"><center>''OTHER''</center></div></span></h3><br />
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: <font style="color:#CACFA5;" size="3">■</font> <b>Alignment:</b> Chaotic Neutral.<br />
: <font style="color:#CACFA5;" size="3">■</font> <b>Vice(s):</b> Sweets. Cakes, pies, pastries, puddings, she loves them all.<br />
: <font style="color:#CACFA5;" size="3">■</font> <b>Favorite Food:</b> <br />
:: [http://xivdb.com/item/12870/Snurbleberry+Tart Snurbleberry Tarts]<br />
:: [http://xivdb.com/item/12852/Almond+Cream+Croissant Almond Cream Croissants]<br />
:: [http://xivdb.com/item/4744/Sweet+Rice+Cake Sweet Rice Cakes]<br />
: <font style="color:#CACFA5;" size="3">■</font> <b>Favorite Drink:</b><br />
:: [http://xivdb.com/item/12843/Frozen+Spirits Frozen Spirits]<br />
:: [http://xivdb.com/item/14134/Spiced+Cider Spiced Cider]<br />
:: [http://xivdb.com/item/4750/Mulled+Tea Mulled Tea]<br />
: <font style="color:#CACFA5;" size="3">■</font> <b>Favorite Colour(s):</b> <br />
:: [http://www.localwom.com/i/solid-neon-blue-picture-wallpaper.jpg All shades of purple] <br />
:: [http://www.waxedfloors.co.uk/content_img/Col_OakMetallicBrown.jpg silvery-grey]<br />
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===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Appearance</div>===<br />
: <i>WIP.</i><br />
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No matter how short it might turn out to be, Junki Hayashi could not deny that he was grateful to be on leave from his service in the Garlean military. Deployment for scouting missions in the Coerthas Highlands loomed in his future and he looked forward to camping in the snowy peaks as much as he might anticipate a dagger slipped between his ribs. The Ishgardian forces were not renowned for overt gestures of hospitality to foreign entities. He didn't fancy the idea of huddling in shoddy igloos erected by frostbitten hands and shivering under moth-eaten blankets while he waited to hear the lookouts' calls that announced sightings of zealous knight patrols. Only two days had passed since his release from a stint in Castrum Meridianum and he didn't think he could find the words to properly express his relief when he strode up one of the busy thoroughfares of Hingashi's major port city.<br />
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Much as he enjoyed the variety of seafood to be had from the Roegadyn chefs and their vast selections of ales, ports, and aged vintages, nothing beat the warm arms, the coy glances, and the sweet plum wines served by the oiran in Kugane. The anticipation of tumbling a pretty courtesan or two in one of the cheaper okiya practically had him skipping down the street, oblivious to the smell of sweet takoyaki and savoury okonomiyaki wafting out of the vendors' stalls.<br />
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But he needed a gift to present to his chosen courtesan in exchange for her services and the life of a low-ranking Garlean Hoplomachus was not exactly a career path guaranteed to lead to fabulous wealth. As soon as he stepped foot into the market rows, Junki had purchased the cheapest trinket he could find and he palmed the gaudy bronze brooch with its enormous fake sapphire, reassured by its minimal weight. He sucked in a deep breath, hoping that it would help to steady nerves that buzzed like a swarm of bees erupting from the apiaries of Gridania. Without payment, he wouldn't be taking a cozy roll in the sheets no matter <i>how</i> comely his face happened to be.<br />
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A quick brush of one hand over his crooked nose reminded him that his face might not be as lovely as it once was.<br />
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Junki strolled through the streets of the sprawling Kabukicho district, arms folded loosely over his chest beneath the wide sleeves of his haori. What a relief to wear light, breathable cotton instead of the heavy chain and plate issued to his platoon; he always felt that armor slowed him down, left him struggling under its weight like a man trying to fight his way through the sucking bogs of a dreary swamp. Though the city around him did not bustle as it had before Garlemald declared sovereignty, the Ruby Exchange was still alive with the shrill cries of merchants peddling their wares at the tops of their lungs. Childish laughter echoed down the alleyways, bright as the threads of the elaborate Thavnairian rugs hanging on their dowels, tempting customers to come and purchase the best in household luxuries. The saccharine scent of baking pastries filled the air and finally tickled his nose, and Junki closed his eyes a moment to better enjoy the heavenly odour while he feet continued moving on autopilot.<br />
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Salivating and lost in a private reverie regarding the first apple tart he'd ever tasted, he failed to notice the sudden obstruction in his path and the tall Auri warrior stumbled directly into what felt like the shortest, most fragile lamppost he'd ever encountered.<br />
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<i>What the--?</i> he wondered, emerald eyes popping wide open. For a brief moment, his mouth mirror the expression and he resembled one of the bowling balls in the Manderville Gold Saucer. Had he walked into a young sapling? By the kami, who would plant a sapling in the middle of the street? His clean-shaven chin tipped down and, with a ready curse springing to his lips and confusion furrowing his brows, he gazed down at the object that had tripped him up. The epithets died before they could escape his tongue.<br />
<br />
It wasn't a pole. Wasn't a pillar. Wasn't even a tree.<br />
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It was a person.<br />
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An Auri female, to be exact, with small ivory horns that sloped toward the back of her head. Dainty as the elegant porcelain dolls sold in the finest shops of the city, she was no statuesque goddess, but her lack of height didn't detract from the grace and the self-possessed aura with which she seemed to carry herself. She peered up at him from beneath a curtain of thick hair, dark and glossy as a crow's wing and straight as a Garlean road. He guessed she stood no more than 1½ yalms high.<br />
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Junki's mouth, which had previously been drooling at the notion of tasting one of the plum pastries that tantalized his nose, suddenly went dry as the Sagolii during a drought.<br />
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Almond-shaped and slanted up at the corners, her right eye glittered silver in the sunshine like the edge of a freshly-honed blade. The left was covered by a bandage stained the rust-brown of dried blood, leading the soldier to surmise that the poor girl had been wounded and fairly recently. With a face that was wider at the forehead and narrowed steadily to a pointed little chin, she had the look of the fox spirits revered at many of the small, impromptu shrines littering the mountain paths and her white peach complexion had Junki wondering if she tasted as sweet as she appeared. A tiny mouth with full red lips curved up in a knowing, vulpine smile.<br />
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His hands dropped slowly to his sides and twitched faintly as though they itched to reach out and sample the curves he thought she must be hiding beneath the pristine white hakui and the blood red hakama.<br />
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<i>Wait. Hakui... hakama...</i> As Junki completed his perusal of the young woman, she brought both hands together in front of herself and bowed stiffly to him, still wearing that odd little grin that seemed to say, "I know something you don't know," in a silent sing-song. Before he could apologize for bumbling into her like a clumsy oaf or cry penance for harbouring a lustful thought for a pure creature, the miko turned her back on him and lost herself in the market crowd pushing in on them from all sides. She slipped away, graceful as a swan gliding across the waters of a lake and it was only then that the warrior noticed something felt a <i>biiiit</i> off.<br />
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He was a tiny bit lighter on his feet.<br />
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Opening his hands, Junki stared down at his empty palms and made a discovery that sent his heart plummeting to his toes and tied his stomach in burning knots: that damned shrine maiden was nothing more than a common thief and she'd stolen his brooch!<br />
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===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Biography</div>===<br />
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====<div style="padding:0px 20px; font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">1560</div>====<br />
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=====<div style="padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Childhood</div>=====<br />
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:: <i>When asked, Renge will tell you that she grew up in a hidden village in the mountains of the Azim Steppes, the youngest of several children. She will spin a variety of stories about a happy childhood with a loving family of simple farmers who worked hard for their living. Nothing could be further from the truth. <br />
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This little Au Ra grew up in southern Doma, in a city called Yamagiku. Her father was the head priest of the Wakamiya shrine, the oldest temple known to the city and he trained his only child in the arts of the miko, instilling lessons into her from the moment she could sit up on her own. Not content with his lot in life as one of the most respected men in Doma, Wakamiya no Yasushi plotted to climb ever higher up the social ladder; he even plotted out the murder of Doma's ruling family, intending to take over the throne himself. To further his ends, he hired the talents of one of the most skilled shinobi clans, taking Tsukasa Hanzo into his employ. This ninja trained Renge from the moment she could toddle around until the razing of Doma by Garlemald's forces and he was no kind taskmaster. When she was not attending her training -- a rare occurrence for the diminutive raen girl -- she was locked away in one of the sessha, unable to interact with the people who came to the shrine grounds to pray to the kami. For the first seventeen years of her life, the only contact she had with people involved her father, her teacher, the other children she was forced to fight and the victims she was sent to slay to further her father's goals. She never even saw the sun until the razing of Doma when she escaped during the confusion and fled to the ocean, boarding one of the ships Lady Yugiri chartered to take the Domans to Eorzea. Her childhood was neither happy nor kind and beneath her friendly smiles lurks a cold-blooded killer.</i><br />
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====<div style="padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">1577-Present</div>====<br />
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:: <i>WIP.</i><br />
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(... ''This page is currently under construction. Please check back later. Also, please see @auriren.tumblr.com for Renge's poetry and other works''.)<br />
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===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Miscellaneous</div>===<br />
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<div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;"><center>''RUMORS''</center></div></span></h3><br />
''Some of these rumors are untrue or are greatly exaggerated. Please feel free to add your own rumors under PC!''<br />
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<div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #90AB76;">◢ Common Rumors (Easily overheard)</div></b><br />
: <font style="color:#90AB76;" size="3">■</font> <br />
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<b><div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #F37E1D;">◢ Moderate Rumors (Moderately difficult to overhear)</div></b><br />
: <font style="color:#F37E1D;" size="3">■</font> <br />
: <font style="color:#F37E1D;" size="3">■</font> <br />
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<b><div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #D83018;">◢ Rare Rumors (Very difficult or rarely overheard)</div></b><br />
: <font style="color:#D83018;" size="3">■</font> <br />
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<b><div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #aac5b4;">◢ PC Rumors (Rumors from the character's of other players)</div></b><br />
: <font style="color:#aac5b4;" size="3">■</font> <br />
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<div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;"><center>''RELATIONS''</center></div></span></h3><br />
: <center><font style="color:#F02311;" size="3">♥</font> Romantic Interest&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font> Platonic Love &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> Good Standing&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; <font style="color:#C24640;" size="3">●</font> Poor Standing</center><br />
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: <font style="color:#F02311;" size="3">♥</font> [[Kara Iriq]] : One of Renge's more interesting customers, he crashed into her apothecary and demanded that she brew for him a poison with a rather specific set of effects after hearing a rumour regarding an adventurous alchemist in Pearl Lane. This stoic, taciturn Xaela managed to drag her into the hazardous underworld of the Glass Network and wound up turning her life on its ear. The pair of them struck a deal and now Kara has a jovial, snarky sidekick. She stood in for his missing left hand until he regained it. Now they travel together, hunting artifacts and battling Garlemald at every turn. <br />
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: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> <br />
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===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Family Matters</div>===<br />
<b>Relatives:</b><br />
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<b>Father:</b> 若宮の靖. <br>Wakamiya no Yasushi.<br />
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<b>Mother:</b> 若宮の綾子 <i>née</i> 森丘. <br>Wakamiya no Ayako <i>née</i> Morioka.<br />
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<b>Paternal:</b><br />
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<b>Grandfather:</b> 若宮の真. <br>Wakamiya no Makoto.<br />
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<b>Grandmother:</b> 若宮の紫 <i>née</i> 相馬. <br>Wakamiya no Murasaki <i>née</i> Sōma.<br />
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<b>Maternal:</b><br />
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<b>Grandfather:</b> 森丘の博信. <br>Morioka no Hironobu.<br />
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<b>Grandmother:</b> 森丘の裕子 <i>née</i> 今川. <br>Morioka no Yuuko <i>née</i> Imagawa.<br />
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Though she comes from an extensive family tree with numerous branches, the majority of her relatives have been listed as "deceased." Most of the deaths have been ruled accidental and whispers abounded in Doma that the Wakamiya line was cursed.<br />
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===<div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Gallery</div>===<br />
<center><br />
<gallery><br />
<i>WIP.</i><br />
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===<div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Footnotes</div>===<br />
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: '''TV Tropes''': [http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/AbusiveParents Abusive Parents] [http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/ArchnemesisDad Archnemesis Dad] [http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/TheClan The Clan] <br />
[http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/YouAreAlreadyDead You are Already Dead] [http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/MartialArtsAndCrafts Martial Arts and Crafts]<br />
[http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/PressurePoint Pressure Point]<br />
[http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/AwLookTheyReallyDoLoveEachOther Aw, Look]<br />
[http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/LoveAtFirstPunch Love at First Punch]<br />
[http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/Miko Miko]<br></div>Wakamiya no Rengehttps://wiki.ffxiv-roleplayers.com/index.php?title=User:Wakamiya_no_Renge&diff=262704User:Wakamiya no Renge2017-08-17T21:14:41Z<p>Wakamiya no Renge: </p>
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<div>{{Infobox-character<br />
| name = 若宮の蓮華 <br />
Wakamiya no Renge<br />
| image = Renge-1.png<br />
| imagewidth = <br />
| gender = Female.<br />
| citizenship = Doman refugee.<br />
| race = Au Ra.<br />
| clan = Raen.<br />
| stat_1 = Age<br />
| stat_1_value = 17.<br />
| stat_2 = Marital Status<br />
| stat_2_value = Taken.<br />
| stat_3 = Occupation<br />
| stat_3_value = Alchemist.<br />
Former shrine maiden.<br />
<br />
Assassin.<br />
<br />
Poet.<br />
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Playwright and puppeteer.<br />
| stat_4 = Height/Weight<br />
| stat_4_value = 4'9"/109lbs.<br />
| stat_5 = Orientation<br />
| stat_5_value = Heterosexual.<br />
| stat_6 = Nameday<br />
| stat_6_value = 13th Sun of the 3rd Umbral Moon<br />
}}<br />
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'''Wakamiya no Renge''' (pronounced <i>wah-kah-mee-yah noh rehn-geh</i>) is a Doman refugee who fled the massacre perpetrated by the Garlean Empire during the rebellion. One of the last to escape her family's ancient shrine in the southern peaks of Doma, she came to Ul'dah and put her botanical talents to work. Renge spent her first few months under the Monetarists' rule taking any odd jobs people were willing to give her and picking pockets when hunger forced her hand. After scrimping and saving for a little over a year, she managed to open up a tiny apothecary in Pearl Lane, but an unfortunate attack on her life ruined all her hard work. Once more, she finds herself living as a nomad and traveling around Eorzea, experiencing all this new world has to offer her. <br />
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She can frequently be found carrying a large wooden box on her back; if asked, she will tell you that this box is her "patented portable puppet playhouse" and she will invite you to have a seat while she entertains you with stories both ridiculous and satirical. She is also fond of spouting poetry at the drop of a hat and her favourite rhymes tend to come in limerick form.<br />
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===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Basic Info</div>===<br />
<b>Blood Type:</b> O.<br />
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Positive Traits for Blood Type:<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Confident.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Self-determined.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Optimistic.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Strong-willed.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Intuitive.<br />
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Negative Traits for Blood Type: <br />
: <font style="color:#DFD59E;" size="3">■</font> Self-centered.<br />
: <font style="color:#DFD59E;" size="3">■</font> Cold.<br />
: <font style="color:#DFD59E;" size="3">■</font> Doubtful.<br />
: <font style="color:#DFD59E;" size="3">■</font> Unpredictable.<br />
: <font style="color:#DFD59E;" size="3">■</font> Workaholic.<br />
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: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Rainy, cloudy days.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Music. She enjoys playing her koto.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> People watching.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Silence.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Books, particularly poetry anthologies. <br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Games, especially mazes and riddles.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Doman plums.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Hot tea, sweetened or otherwise flavoured.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Heights.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Flying.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Stargazing.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Hair.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Sparring.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Murder.<br />
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<div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #DFD59E;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;"><center>''DISLIKES''</center></div></span></h3><br />
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: <font style="color:#DFD59E;" size="3">■</font> Cold weather.<br />
: <font style="color:#DFD59E;" size="3">■</font> Garleans.<br />
: <font style="color:#DFD59E;" size="3">■</font> Spiders.<br />
: <font style="color:#DFD59E;" size="3">■</font> Lemons.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Nosy people.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Foolish people.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> The snooty attitudes of the Monetarists.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> People who demand respect without first earning it.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Entitled people.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> The Echo.<br />
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: <font style="color:#CACFA5;" size="3">■</font> <b>Alignment:</b> Chaotic Neutral.<br />
: <font style="color:#CACFA5;" size="3">■</font> <b>Vice(s):</b> Sweets. Cakes, pies, pastries, puddings, she loves them all.<br />
: <font style="color:#CACFA5;" size="3">■</font> <b>Favorite Food:</b> <br />
:: [http://xivdb.com/item/12870/Snurbleberry+Tart Snurbleberry Tarts]<br />
:: [http://xivdb.com/item/12852/Almond+Cream+Croissant Almond Cream Croissants]<br />
:: [http://xivdb.com/item/4744/Sweet+Rice+Cake Sweet Rice Cakes]<br />
: <font style="color:#CACFA5;" size="3">■</font> <b>Favorite Drink:</b><br />
:: [http://xivdb.com/item/12843/Frozen+Spirits Frozen Spirits]<br />
:: [http://xivdb.com/item/14134/Spiced+Cider Spiced Cider]<br />
:: [http://xivdb.com/item/4750/Mulled+Tea Mulled Tea]<br />
: <font style="color:#CACFA5;" size="3">■</font> <b>Favorite Colour(s):</b> <br />
:: [http://www.localwom.com/i/solid-neon-blue-picture-wallpaper.jpg All shades of purple] <br />
:: [http://www.waxedfloors.co.uk/content_img/Col_OakMetallicBrown.jpg silvery-grey]<br />
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===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Appearance</div>===<br />
: <i>WIP.</i><br />
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No matter how short it might turn out to be, Junki Hayashi could not deny that he was grateful to be on leave from his service in the Garlean military. Deployment for scouting missions in the Coerthas Highlands loomed in his future and he looked forward to camping in the snowy peaks as much as he might anticipate a dagger slipped between his ribs. The Ishgardian forces were not renowned for overt gestures of hospitality to foreign entities. He didn't fancy the idea of huddling in shoddy igloos erected by frostbitten hands and shivering under moth-eaten blankets while he waited to hear the lookouts' calls that announced sightings of zealous knight patrols. Only two days had passed since his release from a stint in Castrum Meridianum and he didn't think he could find the words to properly express his relief when he strode up the path to his family's modest farm on the plains of Doma.<br />
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Much as he enjoyed the variety of seafood to be had from the Roegadyn chefs and their vast selections of ales, ports, and aged vintages, nothing beat the warm arms, the coy glances, and the sweet plum wines served by the oiran in Kugane. The anticipation of tumbling a pretty courtesan or two in one of the cheaper okiya practically had him skipping down the street, oblivious to the smell of sweet takoyaki and savoury okonomiyaki wafting out of the vendors' stalls.<br />
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But he needed a gift to present to his chosen courtesan in exchange for her services and the life of a low-ranking Garlean Hoplomachus was not exactly a career path guaranteed to lead to fabulous wealth. As soon as he stepped foot into the market rows, Junki had purchased the cheapest trinket he could find and he palmed the gaudy bronze brooch with its enormous fake sapphire, reassured by its minimal weight. He sucked in a deep breath, hoping that it would help to steady nerves that buzzed like a swarm of bees erupting from the apiaries of Gridania. Without payment, he wouldn't be taking a cozy roll in the sheets no matter <i>how</i> comely his face happened to be.<br />
<br />
A quick brush of one hand over his crooked nose reminded him that his face might not be as lovely as it once was.<br />
<br />
Junki strolled through the streets of the sprawling Kabukicho district, arms folded loosely over his chest beneath the wide sleeves of his haori. What a relief to wear light, breathable cotton instead of the heavy chain and plate issued to his platoon; he always felt that armor slowed him down, left him struggling under its weight like a man trying to fight his way through the sucking bogs of a dreary swamp. Though the city around him did not bustle as it had before Garlemald declared sovereignty, the Ruby Exchange was still alive with the shrill cries of merchants peddling their wares at the tops of their lungs. Childish laughter echoed down the alleyways, bright as the threads of the elaborate Thavnairian rugs hanging on their dowels, tempting customers to come and purchase the best in household luxuries. The saccharine scent of baking pastries filled the air and finally tickled his nose, and Junki closed his eyes a moment to better enjoy the heavenly odour while he feet continued moving on autopilot.<br />
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Salivating and lost in a private reverie regarding the first apple tart he'd ever tasted, he failed to notice the sudden obstruction in his path and the tall Auri warrior stumbled directly into what felt like the shortest, most fragile lamppost he'd ever encountered.<br />
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<i>What the--?</i> he wondered, emerald eyes popping wide open. For a brief moment, his mouth mirror the expression and he resembled one of the bowling balls in the Manderville Gold Saucer. Had he walked into a young sapling? By the kami, who would plant a sapling in the middle of the street? His clean-shaven chin tipped down and, with a ready curse springing to his lips and confusion furrowing his brows, he gazed down at the object that had tripped him up. The epithets died before they could escape his tongue.<br />
<br />
It wasn't a pole. Wasn't a pillar. Wasn't even a tree.<br />
<br />
It was a person.<br />
<br />
An Auri female, to be exact, with small ivory horns that sloped toward the back of her head. Dainty as the elegant porcelain dolls sold in the finest shops of the city, she was no statuesque goddess, but her lack of height didn't detract from the grace and the self-possessed aura with which she seemed to carry herself. She peered up at him from beneath a curtain of thick hair, dark and glossy as a crow's wing and straight as a Garlean road. He guessed she stood no more than 1½ yalms high.<br />
<br />
Junki's mouth, which had previously been drooling at the notion of tasting one of the plum pastries that tantalized his nose, suddenly went dry as the Sagolii during a drought.<br />
<br />
Almond-shaped and slanted up at the corners, her right eye glittered silver in the sunshine like the edge of a freshly-honed blade. The left was covered by a bandage stained the rust-brown of dried blood, leading the soldier to surmise that the poor girl had been wounded and fairly recently. With a face that was wider at the forehead and narrowed steadily to a pointed little chin, she had the look of the fox spirits revered at many of the small, impromptu shrines littering the mountain paths and her white peach complexion had Junki wondering if she tasted as sweet as she appeared. A tiny mouth with full red lips curved up in a knowing, vulpine smile.<br />
<br />
His hands dropped slowly to his sides and twitched faintly as though they itched to reach out and sample the curves he thought she must be hiding beneath the pristine white hakui and the blood red hakama.<br />
<br />
<i>Wait. Hakui... hakama...</i> As Junki completed his perusal of the young woman, she brought both hands together in front of herself and bowed stiffly to him, still wearing that odd little grin that seemed to say, "I know something you don't know," in a silent sing-song. Before he could apologize for bumbling into her like a clumsy oaf or cry penance for harbouring a lustful thought for a pure creature, the miko turned her back on him and lost herself in the market crowd pushing in on them from all sides. She slipped away, graceful as a swan gliding across the waters of a lake and it was only then that the warrior noticed something felt a <i>biiiit</i> off.<br />
<br />
He was a tiny bit lighter on his feet.<br />
<br />
Opening his hands, Junki stared down at his empty palms and made a discovery that sent his heart plummeting to his toes and tied his stomach in burning knots: that damned shrine maiden was nothing more than a common thief and she'd stolen his brooch!<br />
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===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Biography</div>===<br />
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====<div style="padding:0px 20px; font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">1560</div>====<br />
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=====<div style="padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Childhood</div>=====<br />
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:: <i>When asked, Renge will tell you that she grew up in a hidden village in the mountains of the Azim Steppes, the youngest of several children. She will spin a variety of stories about a happy childhood with a loving family of simple farmers who worked hard for their living. Nothing could be further from the truth. <br />
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This little Au Ra grew up in southern Doma, in a city called Yamagiku. Her father was the head priest of the Wakamiya shrine, the oldest temple known to the city and he trained his only child in the arts of the miko, instilling lessons into her from the moment she could sit up on her own. Not content with his lot in life as one of the most respected men in Doma, Wakamiya no Yasushi plotted to climb ever higher up the social ladder; he even plotted out the murder of Doma's ruling family, intending to take over the throne himself. To further his ends, he hired the talents of one of the most skilled shinobi clans, taking Tsukasa Hanzo into his employ. This ninja trained Renge from the moment she could toddle around until the razing of Doma by Garlemald's forces and he was no kind taskmaster. When she was not attending her training -- a rare occurrence for the diminutive raen girl -- she was locked away in one of the sessha, unable to interact with the people who came to the shrine grounds to pray to the kami. For the first seventeen years of her life, the only contact she had with people involved her father, her teacher, the other children she was forced to fight and the victims she was sent to slay to further her father's goals. She never even saw the sun until the razing of Doma when she escaped during the confusion and fled to the ocean, boarding one of the ships Lady Yugiri chartered to take the Domans to Eorzea. Her childhood was neither happy nor kind and beneath her friendly smiles lurks a cold-blooded killer.</i><br />
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====<div style="padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">1577-Present</div>====<br />
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:: <i>WIP.</i><br />
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(... ''This page is currently under construction. Please check back later. Also, please see @auriren.tumblr.com for Renge's poetry and other works''.)<br />
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===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Miscellaneous</div>===<br />
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''Some of these rumors are untrue or are greatly exaggerated. Please feel free to add your own rumors under PC!''<br />
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<div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #90AB76;">◢ Common Rumors (Easily overheard)</div></b><br />
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<b><div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #D83018;">◢ Rare Rumors (Very difficult or rarely overheard)</div></b><br />
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<b><div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #aac5b4;">◢ PC Rumors (Rumors from the character's of other players)</div></b><br />
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<div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;"><center>''RELATIONS''</center></div></span></h3><br />
: <center><font style="color:#F02311;" size="3">♥</font> Romantic Interest&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font> Platonic Love &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> Good Standing&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; <font style="color:#C24640;" size="3">●</font> Poor Standing</center><br />
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: <font style="color:#F02311;" size="3">♥</font> [[Kara Iriq]] : One of Renge's more interesting customers, he crashed into her apothecary and demanded that she brew for him a poison with a rather specific set of effects after hearing a rumour regarding an adventurous alchemist in Pearl Lane. This stoic, taciturn Xaela managed to drag her into the hazardous underworld of the Glass Network and wound up turning her life on its ear. The pair of them struck a deal and now Kara has a jovial, snarky sidekick. She stood in for his missing left hand until he regained it. Now they travel together, hunting artifacts and battling Garlemald at every turn. <br />
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===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Family Matters</div>===<br />
<b>Relatives:</b><br />
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<b>Father:</b> 若宮の靖. <br>Wakamiya no Yasushi.<br />
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<b>Mother:</b> 若宮の綾子 <i>née</i> 森丘. <br>Wakamiya no Ayako <i>née</i> Morioka.<br />
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<b>Paternal:</b><br />
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<b>Grandfather:</b> 若宮の真. <br>Wakamiya no Makoto.<br />
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<b>Grandmother:</b> 若宮の紫 <i>née</i> 相馬. <br>Wakamiya no Murasaki <i>née</i> Sōma.<br />
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<b>Maternal:</b><br />
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<b>Grandfather:</b> 森丘の博信. <br>Morioka no Hironobu.<br />
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<b>Grandmother:</b> 森丘の裕子 <i>née</i> 今川. <br>Morioka no Yuuko <i>née</i> Imagawa.<br />
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Though she comes from an extensive family tree with numerous branches, the majority of her relatives have been listed as "deceased." Most of the deaths have been ruled accidental and whispers abounded in Doma that the Wakamiya line was cursed.<br />
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===<div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Gallery</div>===<br />
<center><br />
<gallery><br />
<i>WIP.</i><br />
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===<div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Footnotes</div>===<br />
<br />
: '''TV Tropes''': [http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/AbusiveParents Abusive Parents] [http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/ArchnemesisDad Archnemesis Dad] [http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/TheClan The Clan] <br />
[http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/YouAreAlreadyDead You are Already Dead] [http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/MartialArtsAndCrafts Martial Arts and Crafts]<br />
[http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/PressurePoint Pressure Point]<br />
[http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/AwLookTheyReallyDoLoveEachOther Aw, Look]<br />
[http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/LoveAtFirstPunch Love at First Punch]<br />
[http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/Miko Miko]<br></div>Wakamiya no Rengehttps://wiki.ffxiv-roleplayers.com/index.php?title=User:Wakamiya_no_Renge&diff=262702User:Wakamiya no Renge2017-08-17T21:06:34Z<p>Wakamiya no Renge: </p>
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<div>{{Infobox-character<br />
| name = 若宮の蓮華 <br />
Wakamiya no Renge<br />
| image = Renge-1.png<br />
| imagewidth = <br />
| gender = Female.<br />
| citizenship = Doman refugee.<br />
| race = Au Ra.<br />
| clan = Raen.<br />
| stat_1 = Age<br />
| stat_1_value = 17.<br />
| stat_2 = Marital Status<br />
| stat_2_value = Taken.<br />
| stat_3 = Occupation<br />
| stat_3_value = Alchemist.<br />
Former shrine maiden.<br />
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Assassin.<br />
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Poet.<br />
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Playwright and puppeteer.<br />
| stat_4 = Height/Weight<br />
| stat_4_value = 4'9"/109lbs.<br />
| stat_5 = Orientation<br />
| stat_5_value = Heterosexual.<br />
| stat_6 = Nameday<br />
| stat_6_value = 13th Sun of the 3rd Umbral Moon<br />
}}<br />
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'''Wakamiya no Renge''' (pronounced <i>wah-kah-mee-yah noh rehn-geh</i>) is a Doman refugee who fled the massacre perpetrated by the Garlean Empire during the rebellion. One of the last to escape her family's ancient shrine in the southern peaks of Doma, she came to Ul'dah and put her botanical talents to work. Renge spent her first few months under the Monetarists' rule taking any odd jobs people were willing to give her and picking pockets when hunger forced her hand. After scrimping and saving for a little over a year, she managed to open up a tiny apothecary in Pearl Lane, but an unfortunate attack on her life ruined all her hard work. Once more, she finds herself living as a nomad and traveling around Eorzea, experiencing all this new world has to offer her. <br />
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She can frequently be found carrying a large wooden box on her back; if asked, she will tell you that this box is her "patented portable puppet playhouse" and she will invite you to have a seat while she entertains you with stories both ridiculous and satirical. She is also fond of spouting poetry at the drop of a hat and her favourite rhymes tend to come in limerick form.<br />
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===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Basic Info</div>===<br />
<b>Blood Type:</b> O.<br />
<br />
Positive Traits for Blood Type:<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Confident.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Self-determined.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Optimistic.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Strong-willed.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Intuitive.<br />
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Negative Traits for Blood Type: <br />
: <font style="color:#DFD59E;" size="3">■</font> Self-centered.<br />
: <font style="color:#DFD59E;" size="3">■</font> Cold.<br />
: <font style="color:#DFD59E;" size="3">■</font> Doubtful.<br />
: <font style="color:#DFD59E;" size="3">■</font> Unpredictable.<br />
: <font style="color:#DFD59E;" size="3">■</font> Workaholic.<br />
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<div style="padding:10px 35px;background: #ECCA67;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;"><center>''LIKES''</center></div></h3><br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Rainy, cloudy days.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Music. She enjoys playing her koto.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> People watching.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Silence.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Books, particularly poetry anthologies. <br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Games, especially mazes and riddles.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Doman plums.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Hot tea, sweetened or otherwise flavoured.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Heights.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Flying.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Stargazing.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Hair.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Sparring.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Murder.<br />
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<div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #DFD59E;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;"><center>''DISLIKES''</center></div></span></h3><br />
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: <font style="color:#DFD59E;" size="3">■</font> Cold weather.<br />
: <font style="color:#DFD59E;" size="3">■</font> Garleans.<br />
: <font style="color:#DFD59E;" size="3">■</font> Spiders.<br />
: <font style="color:#DFD59E;" size="3">■</font> Lemons.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Nosy people.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Foolish people.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> The snooty attitudes of the Monetarists.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> People who demand respect without first earning it.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Entitled people.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> The Echo.<br />
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<div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #CACFA5;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;"><center>''OTHER''</center></div></span></h3><br />
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: <font style="color:#CACFA5;" size="3">■</font> <b>Alignment:</b> Chaotic Neutral.<br />
: <font style="color:#CACFA5;" size="3">■</font> <b>Vice(s):</b> Sweets. Cakes, pies, pastries, puddings, she loves them all.<br />
: <font style="color:#CACFA5;" size="3">■</font> <b>Favorite Food:</b> <br />
:: [http://xivdb.com/item/12870/Snurbleberry+Tart Snurbleberry Tarts]<br />
:: [http://xivdb.com/item/12852/Almond+Cream+Croissant Almond Cream Croissants]<br />
:: [http://xivdb.com/item/4744/Sweet+Rice+Cake Sweet Rice Cakes]<br />
: <font style="color:#CACFA5;" size="3">■</font> <b>Favorite Drink:</b><br />
:: [http://xivdb.com/item/12843/Frozen+Spirits Frozen Spirits]<br />
:: [http://xivdb.com/item/14134/Spiced+Cider Spiced Cider]<br />
:: [http://xivdb.com/item/4750/Mulled+Tea Mulled Tea]<br />
: <font style="color:#CACFA5;" size="3">■</font> <b>Favorite Colour(s):</b> <br />
:: [http://www.localwom.com/i/solid-neon-blue-picture-wallpaper.jpg All shades of purple] <br />
:: [http://www.waxedfloors.co.uk/content_img/Col_OakMetallicBrown.jpg silvery-grey]<br />
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===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Appearance</div>===<br />
: <i>WIP.</i><br />
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No matter how short it might turn out to be, Junki Hayashi could not deny that he was grateful to be on leave from his service in the Garlean military. Deployment for scouting missions in the Coerthas Highlands loomed in his future and he looked forward to camping in the snowy peaks as much as he might anticipate a dagger slipped between his ribs. The Ishgardian forces were not renowned for over gestures of hospitality to foreign entities. He didn't fancy the idea of huddling in shoddy igloos erected by frostbitten hands and shivering under moth-eaten blankets while he waited to hear the lookouts' calls that announced sightings of zealous knight patrols. Only two days had passed since his release from a stint in Castrum Meridianum and he didn't think he could find the words to properly express his relief when he strode up the path to his family's modest farm on the plains of Doma.<br />
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Much as he enjoyed the variety of seafood to be had from the Roegadyn chefs and their vast selections of ales, ports, and aged vintages, nothing beat the warm arms, the coy glances, and the sweet plum wines served by the oiran in Kugane. The anticipation of tumbling a pretty courtesan or two in one of the cheaper okiya practically had him skipping down the street, oblivious to the smell of sweet takoyaki and savoury okonomiyaki wafting out of the vendors' stalls.<br />
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But he needed a gift to present to his chosen courtesan in exchange for her services and the life of a low-ranking Garlean Hoplomachus was not exactly a career path guaranteed to lead to fabulous wealth. As soon as he stepped foot into the market rows, Junki had purchased the cheapest trinket he could find and he palmed the gaudy bronze brooch with its enormous fake sapphire, reassured by its minimal weight. He sucked in a deep breath, hoping that it would help to steady nerves that buzzed like a swarm of bees erupting from the apiaries of Gridania. Without payment, he wouldn't be taking a cozy roll in the sheets no matter <i>how</i> comely his face happened to be.<br />
<br />
A quick brush of one hand over his crooked nose reminded him that his face might not be as lovely as it once was.<br />
<br />
Junki strolled through the streets of the sprawling Kabukicho district, arms folded loosely over his chest beneath the wide sleeves of his haori. What a relief to wear light, breathable cotton instead of the heavy chain and plate issued to his platoon; he always felt that armor slowed him down, left him struggling under its weight like a man trying to fight his way through the sucking bogs of a dreary swamp. Though the city around him did not bustle as it had before Garlemald declared sovereignty, the Ruby Exchange was still alive with the shrill cries of merchants peddling their wares at the tops of their lungs. Childish laughter echoed down the alleyways, bright as the threads of the elaborate Thavnairian rugs hanging on their dowels, tempting customers to come and purchase the best in household luxuries. The saccharine scent of baking pastries filled the air and finally tickled his nose, and Junki closed his eyes a moment to better enjoy the heavenly odour while he feet continued moving on autopilot.<br />
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Salivating and lost in a private reverie regarding the first apple tart he'd ever tasted, he failed to notice the sudden obstruction in his path and the tall Auri warrior stumbled directly into what felt like the shortest, most fragile lamppost he'd ever encountered.<br />
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<i>What the--?</i> he wondered, emerald eyes popping wide open. For a brief moment, his mouth mirror the expression and he resembled one of the bowling balls in the Manderville Gold Saucer. Had he walked into a young sapling? By the kami, who would plant a sapling in the middle of the street? His clean-shaven chin tipped down and, with a ready curse springing to his lips and confusion furrowing his brows, he gazed down at the object that had tripped him up. The epithets died before they could escape his tongue.<br />
<br />
It wasn't a pole. Wasn't a pillar. Wasn't even a tree.<br />
<br />
It was a person.<br />
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An Auri female, to be exact, with small ivory horns that sloped toward the back of her head. Dainty as the elegant porcelain dolls sold in the finest shops of the city, she was no statuesque goddess, but her lack of height didn't detract from the grace and the self-possessed aura with which she seemed to carry herself. She peered up at him from beneath a curtain of thick hair, dark and glossy as a crow's wing and straight as a Garlean road. He guessed she stood no more than 1½ yalms high.<br />
<br />
Junki's mouth, which had previously been drooling at the notion of tasting one of the plum pastries that tantalized his nose, suddenly went dry as the Sagolii during a drought.<br />
<br />
Almond-shaped and slanted up at the corners, her right eye glittered silver in the sunshine like the edge of a freshly-honed blade. The left was covered by a bandage stained the rust-brown of dried blood, leading the soldier to surmise that the poor girl had been wounded and fairly recently. With a face that was wider at the forehead and narrowed steadily to a pointed little chin, she had the look of the fox spirits revered at many of the small, impromptu shrines littering the mountain paths and her white peach complexion had Junki wondering if she tasted as sweet as she appeared. A tiny mouth with full red lips curved up in a knowing, vulpine smile.<br />
<br />
His hands dropped slowly to his sides and twitched faintly as though they itched to reach out and sample the curves he thought she must be hiding beneath the pristine white hakui and the blood red hakama.<br />
<br />
<i>Wait. Hakui... hakama...</i> As Junki completed his perusal of the young woman, she brought both hands together in front of herself and bowed stiffly to him, still wearing that odd little grin that seemed to say, "I know something you don't know," in a silent sing-song. Before he could apologize for bumbling into her like a clumsy oaf or cry penance for harbouring a lustful thought for a pure creature, the miko turned her back on him and lost herself in the market crowd pushing in on them from all sides. She slipped away, graceful as a swan gliding across the waters of a lake and it was only then that the warrior noticed something felt a <i>biiiit</i> off.<br />
<br />
He was a tiny bit lighter on his feet.<br />
<br />
Opening his hands, Junki stared down at his empty palms and made a discovery that sent his heart plummeting to his toes and tied his stomach in burning knots: that damned shrine maiden was nothing more than a common thief and she'd stolen his brooch!<br />
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===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Biography</div>===<br />
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====<div style="padding:0px 20px; font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">1560</div>====<br />
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=====<div style="padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Childhood</div>=====<br />
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:: <i>When asked, Renge will tell you that she grew up in a hidden village in the mountains of the Azim Steppes, the youngest of several children. She will spin a variety of stories about a happy childhood with a loving family of simple farmers who worked hard for their living. Nothing could be further from the truth. <br />
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This little Au Ra grew up in southern Doma, in a city called Yamagiku. Her father was the head priest of the Wakamiya shrine, the oldest temple known to the city and he trained his only child in the arts of the miko, instilling lessons into her from the moment she could sit up on her own. Not content with his lot in life as one of the most respected men in Doma, Wakamiya no Yasushi plotted to climb ever higher up the social ladder; he even plotted out the murder of Doma's ruling family, intending to take over the throne himself. To further his ends, he hired the talents of one of the most skilled shinobi clans, taking Tsukasa Hanzo into his employ. This ninja trained Renge from the moment she could toddle around until the razing of Doma by Garlemald's forces and he was no kind taskmaster. When she was not attending her training -- a rare occurrence for the diminutive raen girl -- she was locked away in one of the sessha, unable to interact with the people who came to the shrine grounds to pray to the kami. For the first seventeen years of her life, the only contact she had with people involved her father, her teacher, the other children she was forced to fight and the victims she was sent to slay to further her father's goals. She never even saw the sun until the razing of Doma when she escaped during the confusion and fled to the ocean, boarding one of the ships Lady Yugiri chartered to take the Domans to Eorzea. Her childhood was neither happy nor kind and beneath her friendly smiles lurks a cold-blooded killer.</i><br />
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====<div style="padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">1577-Present</div>====<br />
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:: <i>WIP.</i><br />
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(... ''This page is currently under construction. Please check back later. Also, please see @auriren.tumblr.com for Renge's poetry and other works''.)<br />
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===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Miscellaneous</div>===<br />
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''Some of these rumors are untrue or are greatly exaggerated. Please feel free to add your own rumors under PC!''<br />
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<div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;"><center>''RELATIONS''</center></div></span></h3><br />
: <center><font style="color:#F02311;" size="3">♥</font> Romantic Interest&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font> Platonic Love &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> Good Standing&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; <font style="color:#C24640;" size="3">●</font> Poor Standing</center><br />
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: <font style="color:#F02311;" size="3">♥</font> [[Kara Iriq]] : One of Renge's more interesting customers, he crashed into her apothecary and demanded that she brew for him a poison with a rather specific set of effects after hearing a rumour regarding an adventurous alchemist in Pearl Lane. This stoic, taciturn Xaela managed to drag her into the hazardous underworld of the Glass Network and wound up turning her life on its ear. The pair of them struck a deal and now Kara has a jovial, snarky sidekick. She stood in for his missing left hand until he regained it. Now they travel together, hunting artifacts and battling Garlemald at every turn. <br />
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===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Family Matters</div>===<br />
<b>Relatives:</b><br />
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<b>Father:</b> 若宮の靖. <br>Wakamiya no Yasushi.<br />
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<b>Mother:</b> 若宮の綾子 <i>née</i> 森丘. <br>Wakamiya no Ayako <i>née</i> Morioka.<br />
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<b>Paternal:</b><br />
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<b>Grandfather:</b> 若宮の真. <br>Wakamiya no Makoto.<br />
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<b>Grandmother:</b> 若宮の紫 <i>née</i> 相馬. <br>Wakamiya no Murasaki <i>née</i> Sōma.<br />
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<b>Maternal:</b><br />
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<b>Grandfather:</b> 森丘の博信. <br>Morioka no Hironobu.<br />
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<b>Grandmother:</b> 森丘の裕子 <i>née</i> 今川. <br>Morioka no Yuuko <i>née</i> Imagawa.<br />
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Though she comes from an extensive family tree with numerous branches, the majority of her relatives have been listed as "deceased." Most of the deaths have been ruled accidental and whispers abounded in Doma that the Wakamiya line was cursed.<br />
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===<div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Gallery</div>===<br />
<center><br />
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<i>WIP.</i><br />
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===<div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Footnotes</div>===<br />
<br />
: '''TV Tropes''': [http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/AbusiveParents Abusive Parents] [http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/ArchnemesisDad Archnemesis Dad] [http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/TheClan The Clan] <br />
[http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/YouAreAlreadyDead You are Already Dead] [http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/MartialArtsAndCrafts Martial Arts and Crafts]<br />
[http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/PressurePoint Pressure Point]<br />
[http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/AwLookTheyReallyDoLoveEachOther Aw, Look]<br />
[http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/LoveAtFirstPunch Love at First Punch]<br />
[http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/Miko Miko]<br></div>Wakamiya no Rengehttps://wiki.ffxiv-roleplayers.com/index.php?title=User:Wakamiya_no_Renge&diff=262701User:Wakamiya no Renge2017-08-17T21:05:47Z<p>Wakamiya no Renge: </p>
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<div>{{Infobox-character<br />
| name = 若宮の蓮華 <br />
Wakamiya no Renge<br />
| image = Renge-1.png<br />
| imagewidth = <br />
| gender = Female.<br />
| citizenship = Doman refugee.<br />
| race = Au Ra.<br />
| clan = Raen.<br />
| stat_1 = Age<br />
| stat_1_value = 17.<br />
| stat_2 = Marital Status<br />
| stat_2_value = Taken.<br />
| stat_3 = Occupation<br />
| stat_3_value = Alchemist.<br />
Former shrine maiden.<br />
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Assassin.<br />
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Poet.<br />
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Playwright and puppeteer.<br />
| stat_4 = Height/Weight<br />
| stat_4_value = 4'9"/109lbs.<br />
| stat_5 = Orientation<br />
| stat_5_value = Heterosexual.<br />
| stat_6 = Nameday<br />
| stat_6_value = 13th Sun of the 3rd Umbral Moon<br />
}}<br />
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'''Wakamiya no Renge''' (pronounced <i>wah-kah-mee-yah noh rehn-geh</i>) is a Doman refugee who fled the massacre perpetrated by the Garlean Empire during the rebellion. One of the last to escape her family's ancient shrine in the southern peaks of Doma, she came to Ul'dah and put her botanical talents to work. Renge spent her first few months under the Monetarists' rule taking any odd jobs people were willing to give her and picking pockets when hunger forced her hand. After scrimping and saving for a little over a year, she managed to open up a tiny apothecary in Pearl Lane, but an unfortunate attack on her life ruined all her hard work. Once more, she finds herself living as a nomad and traveling around Eorzea, experiencing all this new world has to offer her. <br />
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She can frequently be found carrying a large wooden box on her back; if asked, she will tell you that this box is her "patented portable puppet playhouse" and she will invite you to have a seat while she entertains you with stories both ridiculous and satirical. She is also fond of spouting poetry at the drop of a hat and her favourite rhymes tend to come in limerick form.<br />
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===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Basic Info</div>===<br />
<b>Blood Type:</b> O.<br />
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Positive Traits for Blood Type:<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Confident.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Self-determined.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Optimistic.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Strong-willed.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Intuitive.<br />
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Negative Traits for Blood Type: <br />
: <font style="color:#DFD59E;" size="3">■</font> Self-centered.<br />
: <font style="color:#DFD59E;" size="3">■</font> Cold.<br />
: <font style="color:#DFD59E;" size="3">■</font> Doubtful.<br />
: <font style="color:#DFD59E;" size="3">■</font> Unpredictable.<br />
: <font style="color:#DFD59E;" size="3">■</font> Workaholic.<br />
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<div style="padding:10px 35px;background: #ECCA67;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;"><center>''LIKES''</center></div></h3><br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Rainy, cloudy days.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Music. She enjoys playing her koto.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> People watching.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Silence.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Books, particularly poetry anthologies. <br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Games, especially mazes and riddles.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Doman plums.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Hot tea, sweetened or otherwise flavoured.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Heights.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Flying.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Stargazing.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Hair.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Sparring.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Murder.<br />
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<div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #DFD59E;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;"><center>''DISLIKES''</center></div></span></h3><br />
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: <font style="color:#DFD59E;" size="3">■</font> Cold weather.<br />
: <font style="color:#DFD59E;" size="3">■</font> Garleans.<br />
: <font style="color:#DFD59E;" size="3">■</font> Spiders.<br />
: <font style="color:#DFD59E;" size="3">■</font> Lemons.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Nosy people.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Foolish people.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> The snooty attitudes of the Monetarists.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> People who demand respect without first earning it.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Entitled people.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> The Echo.<br />
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<div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #CACFA5;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;"><center>''OTHER''</center></div></span></h3><br />
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: <font style="color:#CACFA5;" size="3">■</font> <b>Alignment:</b> Chaotic Neutral.<br />
: <font style="color:#CACFA5;" size="3">■</font> <b>Vice(s):</b> Sweets. Cakes, pies, pastries, puddings, she loves them all.<br />
: <font style="color:#CACFA5;" size="3">■</font> <b>Favorite Food:</b> <br />
:: [http://xivdb.com/item/12870/Snurbleberry+Tart Snurbleberry Tarts]<br />
:: [http://xivdb.com/item/12852/Almond+Cream+Croissant Almond Cream Croissants]<br />
:: [http://xivdb.com/item/4744/Sweet+Rice+Cake Sweet Rice Cakes]<br />
: <font style="color:#CACFA5;" size="3">■</font> <b>Favorite Drink:</b><br />
:: [http://xivdb.com/item/12843/Frozen+Spirits Frozen Spirits]<br />
:: [http://xivdb.com/item/14134/Spiced+Cider Spiced Cider]<br />
:: [http://xivdb.com/item/4750/Mulled+Tea Mulled Tea]<br />
: <font style="color:#CACFA5;" size="3">■</font> <b>Favorite Colour(s):</b> <br />
:: [http://www.localwom.com/i/solid-neon-blue-picture-wallpaper.jpg All shades of purple] <br />
:: [http://www.waxedfloors.co.uk/content_img/Col_OakMetallicBrown.jpg silvery-grey]<br />
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===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Appearance</div>===<br />
: <i>WIP.</i><br />
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No matter how short it might turn out to be, Junki Hayashi could not deny that he was grateful to be on leave from his service in the Garlean military. Deployment for scouting missions in the Coerthas Highlands loomed in his future and he looked forward to camping in the snowy peaks as much as he might anticipate a dagger slipped between his ribs. The Ishgardian forces were not renowned for over gestures of hospitality to foreign entities. He didn't fancy the idea of huddling in shoddy igloos erected by frostbitten hands and shivering under moth-eaten blankets while he waited to hear the lookouts' calls that announced sightings of zealous knight patrols. Only two days had passed since his release from a stint in Castrum Meridianum and he didn't think he could find the words to properly express his relief when he strode up the path to his family's modest farm on the plains of Doma.<br />
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Much as he enjoyed the variety of seafood to be had from the Roegadyn chefs and their vast selections of ales, ports, and aged vintages, nothing beat the warm arms, the coy glances, and the sweet plum wines served by the oiran in Kugane. The anticipation of tumbling a pretty courtesan or two in one of the cheaper okiya practically had him skipping down the street, oblivious to the smell of sweet takoyaki and savoury okonomiyaki wafting out of the vendors' stalls.<br />
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But he needed a gift to present to his chosen courtesan in exchange for her services and the life of a low-ranking Garlean Hoplomachus was not exactly a career path guaranteed to lead to fabulous wealth. As soon as he stepped foot into the market rows, Junki had purchased the cheapest trinket he could find and he palmed the gaudy bronze brooch with its enormous fake sapphire, reassured by its minimal weight. He sucked in a deep breath, hoping that it would help to steady nerves that buzzed like a swarm of bees erupting from the apiaries of Gridania. Without payment, he wouldn't be taking a cozy roll in the sheets no matter <i>how</i> comely his face happened to be.<br />
<br />
A quick brush of one hand over his crooked nose reminded him that his face might not be as lovely as it once was.<br />
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Junki strolled through the streets of the sprawling Kabukicho district, arms folded loosely over his chest beneath the wide sleeves of his haori. What a relief to wear light, breathable cotton instead of the heavy chain and plate issued to his platoon; he always felt that armor slowed him down, left him struggling under its weight like a man trying to fight his way through the sucking bogs of a dreary swamp. Though the city around him did not bustle as it had before Garlemald declared sovereignty, the Ruby Exchange was still alive with the shrill cries of merchants peddling their wares at the tops of their lungs. Childish laughter echoed down the alleyways, bright as the threads of the elaborate Thavnairian rugs hanging on their dowels, tempting customers to come and purchase the best in household luxuries. The saccharine scent of baking pastries filled the air and finally tickled his nose, and Junki closed his eyes a moment to better enjoy the heavenly odour while he feet continued moving on autopilot.<br />
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Salivating and lost in a private reverie regarding the first apple tart he'd ever tasted, he failed to notice the sudden obstruction in his path and the tall Auri warrior stumbled directly into what felt like the shortest, most fragile lamppost he'd ever encountered.<br />
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<i>What the--?</i> he wondered, emerald eyes popping wide open. For a brief moment, his mouth mirror the expression and he resembled one of the bowling balls in the Manderville Gold Saucer. Had he walked into a young sapling? By the kami, who would plant a sapling in the middle of the street? His clean-shaven chin tipped down and, with a ready curse springing to his lips and confusion furrowing his brows, he gazed down at the object that had tripped him up. The epithets died before they could escape his tongue.<br />
<br />
It wasn't a pole. Wasn't a pillar. Wasn't even a tree.<br />
<br />
It was a person.<br />
<br />
An Auri female, to be exact, with small ivory horns that sloped toward the back of her head. Dainty as the elegant porcelain dolls sold in the finest shops of the city, she was no statuesque goddess, but her lack of height didn't detract from the grace and the self-possessed aura with which she seemed to carry herself. She peered up at him from beneath a curtain of thick hair, dark and glossy as a crow's wing and straight as a Garlean road. He guessed she stood no more than 1½ yalms high.<br />
<br />
Junki's mouth, which had previously been drooling at the notion of tasting one of the plum pastries that tantalized his nose, suddenly went dry as the Sagolii during a drought.<br />
<br />
Almond-shaped and slanted up at the corners, her right eye glittered silver in the sunshine like the edge of a freshly-honed blade. The left was covered by a bandage stained the rust-brown of dried blood, leading the soldier to surmise that the poor girl had been wounded and fairly recently. With a face that was wider at the forehead and narrowed steadily to a pointed little chin, she had the look of the fox spirits revered at many of the small, impromptu shrines littering the mountain paths and her white peach complexion had Junki wondering if she tasted as sweet as she appeared. A tiny mouth with full red lips curved up in a knowing, vulpine smile.<br />
<br />
His hands dropped slowly to his sides and twitched faintly as though they itched to reach out and sample the curves he thought she must be hiding beneath the pristine white hakui and the blood red hakama.<br />
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<i>Wait. Hakui... hakama...</i> As Junki completed his perusal of the young woman, she brought both hands together in front of herself and bowed stiffly to him, still wearing that odd little grin that seemed to say, "I know something you don't know," in a silent sing-song. Before he could apologize for bumbling into her like a clumsy oaf or cry penance for harbouring a lustful thought for a pure creature, the miko turned her back on him and lost herself in the market crowd pushing in on them from all sides. She slipped away, graceful as a swan gliding across the waters of a lake and it was only then that the warrior noticed something felt a <i>biiiit</i> off.<br />
<br />
He was a tiny bit lighter on his feet.<br />
<br />
Opening his hands, Junki stared down at his empty palms and made a discovery that sent his heart plummeting to his toes and tied his stomach in burning knots: that damned shrine maiden was nothing more than a common thief and she'd stolen his brooch!<br />
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===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Biography</div>===<br />
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====<div style="padding:0px 20px; font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">1560</div>====<br />
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=====<div style="padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Childhood</div>=====<br />
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:: <i>When asked, Renge will tell you that she grew up in a hidden village in the mountains of the Azim Steppes, the youngest of several children. She will spin a variety of stories about a happy childhood with a loving family of simple farmers who worked hard for their living. Nothing could be further from the truth. <br />
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This little Au Ra grew up in southern Doma, in a city called Yamagiku. Her father was the head priest of the Wakamiya shrine, the oldest temple known to the city and he trained his only child in the arts of the miko, instilling lessons into her from the moment she could sit up on her own. Not content with his lot in life as one of the most respected men in Doma, Wakamiya no Yasushi plotted to climb ever higher up the social ladder; he even plotted out the murder of Doma's ruling family, intending to take over the throne himself. To further his ends, he hired the talents of one of the most skilled shinobi clans, taking Tsukasa Hanzo into his employ. This ninja trained Renge from the moment she could toddle around until the razing of Doma by Garlemald's forces and he was no kind taskmaster. When she was not attending her training -- a rare occurrence for the diminutive raen girl -- she was locked away in one of the sessha, unable to interact with the people who came to the shrine grounds to pray to the kami.<br />
For the first seventeen years of her life, the only contact she had with people involved her father,<br />
her teacher, the other children she was forced to fight and the victims she was sent to slay to further her father's goals. She never even saw the sun until the razing of Doma when she escaped during the confusion and fled to the ocean, boarding one of the ships Lady Yugiri chartered to take the Domans to Eorzea. Her childhood was neither happy nor kind and beneath her friendly smiles lurks a cold-blooded killer.</i><br />
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====<div style="padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">1577-Present</div>====<br />
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:: <i>WIP.</i><br />
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(... ''This page is currently under construction. Please check back later. Also, please see @auriren.tumblr.com for Renge's poetry and other works''.)<br />
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===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Miscellaneous</div>===<br />
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''Some of these rumors are untrue or are greatly exaggerated. Please feel free to add your own rumors under PC!''<br />
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<div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;"><center>''RELATIONS''</center></div></span></h3><br />
: <center><font style="color:#F02311;" size="3">♥</font> Romantic Interest&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font> Platonic Love &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> Good Standing&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; <font style="color:#C24640;" size="3">●</font> Poor Standing</center><br />
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: <font style="color:#F02311;" size="3">♥</font> [[Kara Iriq]] : One of Renge's more interesting customers, he crashed into her apothecary and demanded that she brew for him a poison with a rather specific set of effects after hearing a rumour regarding an adventurous alchemist in Pearl Lane. This stoic, taciturn Xaela managed to drag her into the hazardous underworld of the Glass Network and wound up turning her life on its ear. The pair of them struck a deal and now Kara has a jovial, snarky sidekick. She stood in for his missing left hand until he regained it. Now they travel together, hunting artifacts and battling Garlemald at every turn. <br />
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===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Family Matters</div>===<br />
<b>Relatives:</b><br />
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<b>Father:</b> 若宮の靖. <br>Wakamiya no Yasushi.<br />
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<b>Mother:</b> 若宮の綾子 <i>née</i> 森丘. <br>Wakamiya no Ayako <i>née</i> Morioka.<br />
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<b>Paternal:</b><br />
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<b>Grandfather:</b> 若宮の真. <br>Wakamiya no Makoto.<br />
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<b>Grandmother:</b> 若宮の紫 <i>née</i> 相馬. <br>Wakamiya no Murasaki <i>née</i> Sōma.<br />
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<b>Maternal:</b><br />
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<b>Grandfather:</b> 森丘の博信. <br>Morioka no Hironobu.<br />
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<b>Grandmother:</b> 森丘の裕子 <i>née</i> 今川. <br>Morioka no Yuuko <i>née</i> Imagawa.<br />
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Though she comes from an extensive family tree with numerous branches, the majority of her relatives have been listed as "deceased." Most of the deaths have been ruled accidental and whispers abounded in Doma that the Wakamiya line was cursed.<br />
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===<div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Gallery</div>===<br />
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===<div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Footnotes</div>===<br />
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: '''TV Tropes''': [http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/AbusiveParents Abusive Parents] [http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/ArchnemesisDad Archnemesis Dad] [http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/TheClan The Clan] <br />
[http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/YouAreAlreadyDead You are Already Dead] [http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/MartialArtsAndCrafts Martial Arts and Crafts]<br />
[http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/PressurePoint Pressure Point]<br />
[http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/AwLookTheyReallyDoLoveEachOther Aw, Look]<br />
[http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/LoveAtFirstPunch Love at First Punch]<br />
[http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/Miko Miko]<br></div>Wakamiya no Rengehttps://wiki.ffxiv-roleplayers.com/index.php?title=User:Wakamiya_no_Renge&diff=262700User:Wakamiya no Renge2017-08-17T21:05:18Z<p>Wakamiya no Renge: </p>
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<div>{{Infobox-character<br />
| name = 若宮の蓮華 <br />
Wakamiya no Renge<br />
| image = Renge-1.png<br />
| imagewidth = <br />
| gender = Female.<br />
| citizenship = Doman refugee.<br />
| race = Au Ra.<br />
| clan = Raen.<br />
| stat_1 = Age<br />
| stat_1_value = 18.<br />
| stat_2 = Marital Status<br />
| stat_2_value = Taken.<br />
| stat_3 = Occupation<br />
| stat_3_value = Alchemist.<br />
Former shrine maiden.<br />
<br />
Assassin.<br />
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Poet.<br />
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Playwright and puppeteer.<br />
| stat_4 = Height/Weight<br />
| stat_4_value = 4'9"/109lbs.<br />
| stat_5 = Orientation<br />
| stat_5_value = Heterosexual.<br />
| stat_6 = Nameday<br />
| stat_6_value = 13th Sun of the 3rd Umbral Moon<br />
}}<br />
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'''Wakamiya no Renge''' (pronounced <i>wah-kah-mee-yah noh rehn-geh</i>) is a Doman refugee who fled the massacre perpetrated by the Garlean Empire during the rebellion. One of the last to escape her family's ancient shrine in the southern peaks of Doma, she came to Ul'dah and put her botanical talents to work. Renge spent her first few months under the Monetarists' rule taking any odd jobs people were willing to give her and picking pockets when hunger forced her hand. After scrimping and saving for a little over a year, she managed to open up a tiny apothecary in Pearl Lane, but an unfortunate attack on her life ruined all her hard work. Once more, she finds herself living as a nomad and traveling around Eorzea, experiencing all this new world has to offer her. <br />
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She can frequently be found carrying a large wooden box on her back; if asked, she will tell you that this box is her "patented portable puppet playhouse" and she will invite you to have a seat while she entertains you with stories both ridiculous and satirical. She is also fond of spouting poetry at the drop of a hat and her favourite rhymes tend to come in limerick form.<br />
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===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Basic Info</div>===<br />
<b>Blood Type:</b> O.<br />
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Positive Traits for Blood Type:<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Confident.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Self-determined.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Optimistic.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Strong-willed.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Intuitive.<br />
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Negative Traits for Blood Type: <br />
: <font style="color:#DFD59E;" size="3">■</font> Self-centered.<br />
: <font style="color:#DFD59E;" size="3">■</font> Cold.<br />
: <font style="color:#DFD59E;" size="3">■</font> Doubtful.<br />
: <font style="color:#DFD59E;" size="3">■</font> Unpredictable.<br />
: <font style="color:#DFD59E;" size="3">■</font> Workaholic.<br />
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<div style="padding:10px 35px;background: #ECCA67;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;"><center>''LIKES''</center></div></h3><br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Rainy, cloudy days.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Music. She enjoys playing her koto.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> People watching.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Silence.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Books, particularly poetry anthologies. <br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Games, especially mazes and riddles.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Doman plums.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Hot tea, sweetened or otherwise flavoured.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Heights.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Flying.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Stargazing.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Hair.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Sparring.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Murder.<br />
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<div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #DFD59E;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;"><center>''DISLIKES''</center></div></span></h3><br />
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: <font style="color:#DFD59E;" size="3">■</font> Cold weather.<br />
: <font style="color:#DFD59E;" size="3">■</font> Garleans.<br />
: <font style="color:#DFD59E;" size="3">■</font> Spiders.<br />
: <font style="color:#DFD59E;" size="3">■</font> Lemons.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Nosy people.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Foolish people.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> The snooty attitudes of the Monetarists.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> People who demand respect without first earning it.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Entitled people.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> The Echo.<br />
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: <font style="color:#CACFA5;" size="3">■</font> <b>Alignment:</b> Chaotic Neutral.<br />
: <font style="color:#CACFA5;" size="3">■</font> <b>Vice(s):</b> Sweets. Cakes, pies, pastries, puddings, she loves them all.<br />
: <font style="color:#CACFA5;" size="3">■</font> <b>Favorite Food:</b> <br />
:: [http://xivdb.com/item/12870/Snurbleberry+Tart Snurbleberry Tarts]<br />
:: [http://xivdb.com/item/12852/Almond+Cream+Croissant Almond Cream Croissants]<br />
:: [http://xivdb.com/item/4744/Sweet+Rice+Cake Sweet Rice Cakes]<br />
: <font style="color:#CACFA5;" size="3">■</font> <b>Favorite Drink:</b><br />
:: [http://xivdb.com/item/12843/Frozen+Spirits Frozen Spirits]<br />
:: [http://xivdb.com/item/14134/Spiced+Cider Spiced Cider]<br />
:: [http://xivdb.com/item/4750/Mulled+Tea Mulled Tea]<br />
: <font style="color:#CACFA5;" size="3">■</font> <b>Favorite Colour(s):</b> <br />
:: [http://www.localwom.com/i/solid-neon-blue-picture-wallpaper.jpg All shades of purple] <br />
:: [http://www.waxedfloors.co.uk/content_img/Col_OakMetallicBrown.jpg silvery-grey]<br />
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===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Appearance</div>===<br />
: <i>WIP.</i><br />
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No matter how short it might turn out to be, Junki Hayashi could not deny that he was grateful to be on leave from his service in the Garlean military. Deployment for scouting missions in the Coerthas Highlands loomed in his future and he looked forward to camping in the snowy peaks as much as he might anticipate a dagger slipped between his ribs. The Ishgardian forces were not renowned for over gestures of hospitality to foreign entities. He didn't fancy the idea of huddling in shoddy igloos erected by frostbitten hands and shivering under moth-eaten blankets while he waited to hear the lookouts' calls that announced sightings of zealous knight patrols. Only two days had passed since his release from a stint in Castrum Meridianum and he didn't think he could find the words to properly express his relief when he strode up the path to his family's modest farm on the plains of Doma.<br />
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Much as he enjoyed the variety of seafood to be had from the Roegadyn chefs and their vast selections of ales, ports, and aged vintages, nothing beat the warm arms, the coy glances, and the sweet plum wines served by the oiran in Kugane. The anticipation of tumbling a pretty courtesan or two in one of the cheaper okiya practically had him skipping down the street, oblivious to the smell of sweet takoyaki and savoury okonomiyaki wafting out of the vendors' stalls.<br />
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But he needed a gift to present to his chosen courtesan in exchange for her services and the life of a low-ranking Garlean Hoplomachus was not exactly a career path guaranteed to lead to fabulous wealth. As soon as he stepped foot into the market rows, Junki had purchased the cheapest trinket he could find and he palmed the gaudy bronze brooch with its enormous fake sapphire, reassured by its minimal weight. He sucked in a deep breath, hoping that it would help to steady nerves that buzzed like a swarm of bees erupting from the apiaries of Gridania. Without payment, he wouldn't be taking a cozy roll in the sheets no matter <i>how</i> comely his face happened to be.<br />
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A quick brush of one hand over his crooked nose reminded him that his face might not be as lovely as it once was.<br />
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Junki strolled through the streets of the sprawling Kabukicho district, arms folded loosely over his chest beneath the wide sleeves of his haori. What a relief to wear light, breathable cotton instead of the heavy chain and plate issued to his platoon; he always felt that armor slowed him down, left him struggling under its weight like a man trying to fight his way through the sucking bogs of a dreary swamp. Though the city around him did not bustle as it had before Garlemald declared sovereignty, the Ruby Exchange was still alive with the shrill cries of merchants peddling their wares at the tops of their lungs. Childish laughter echoed down the alleyways, bright as the threads of the elaborate Thavnairian rugs hanging on their dowels, tempting customers to come and purchase the best in household luxuries. The saccharine scent of baking pastries filled the air and finally tickled his nose, and Junki closed his eyes a moment to better enjoy the heavenly odour while he feet continued moving on autopilot.<br />
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Salivating and lost in a private reverie regarding the first apple tart he'd ever tasted, he failed to notice the sudden obstruction in his path and the tall Auri warrior stumbled directly into what felt like the shortest, most fragile lamppost he'd ever encountered.<br />
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<i>What the--?</i> he wondered, emerald eyes popping wide open. For a brief moment, his mouth mirror the expression and he resembled one of the bowling balls in the Manderville Gold Saucer. Had he walked into a young sapling? By the kami, who would plant a sapling in the middle of the street? His clean-shaven chin tipped down and, with a ready curse springing to his lips and confusion furrowing his brows, he gazed down at the object that had tripped him up. The epithets died before they could escape his tongue.<br />
<br />
It wasn't a pole. Wasn't a pillar. Wasn't even a tree.<br />
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It was a person.<br />
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An Auri female, to be exact, with small ivory horns that sloped toward the back of her head. Dainty as the elegant porcelain dolls sold in the finest shops of the city, she was no statuesque goddess, but her lack of height didn't detract from the grace and the self-possessed aura with which she seemed to carry herself. She peered up at him from beneath a curtain of thick hair, dark and glossy as a crow's wing and straight as a Garlean road. He guessed she stood no more than 1½ yalms high.<br />
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Junki's mouth, which had previously been drooling at the notion of tasting one of the plum pastries that tantalized his nose, suddenly went dry as the Sagolii during a drought.<br />
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Almond-shaped and slanted up at the corners, her right eye glittered silver in the sunshine like the edge of a freshly-honed blade. The left was covered by a bandage stained the rust-brown of dried blood, leading the soldier to surmise that the poor girl had been wounded and fairly recently. With a face that was wider at the forehead and narrowed steadily to a pointed little chin, she had the look of the fox spirits revered at many of the small, impromptu shrines littering the mountain paths and her white peach complexion had Junki wondering if she tasted as sweet as she appeared. A tiny mouth with full red lips curved up in a knowing, vulpine smile.<br />
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His hands dropped slowly to his sides and twitched faintly as though they itched to reach out and sample the curves he thought she must be hiding beneath the pristine white hakui and the blood red hakama.<br />
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<i>Wait. Hakui... hakama...</i> As Junki completed his perusal of the young woman, she brought both hands together in front of herself and bowed stiffly to him, still wearing that odd little grin that seemed to say, "I know something you don't know," in a silent sing-song. Before he could apologize for bumbling into her like a clumsy oaf or cry penance for harbouring a lustful thought for a pure creature, the miko turned her back on him and lost herself in the market crowd pushing in on them from all sides. She slipped away, graceful as a swan gliding across the waters of a lake and it was only then that the warrior noticed something felt a <i>biiiit</i> off.<br />
<br />
He was a tiny bit lighter on his feet.<br />
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Opening his hands, Junki stared down at his empty palms and made a discovery that sent his heart plummeting to his toes and tied his stomach in burning knots: that damned shrine maiden was nothing more than a common thief and she'd stolen his brooch!<br />
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===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Biography</div>===<br />
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====<div style="padding:0px 20px; font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">1560</div>====<br />
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=====<div style="padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Childhood</div>=====<br />
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:: <i>When asked, Renge will tell you that she grew up in a hidden village in the mountains of the Azim Steppes, the youngest of several children. She will spin a variety of stories about a happy childhood with a loving family of simple farmers who worked hard for their living. Nothing could be further from the truth. <br />
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This little Au Ra grew up in southern Doma, in a city called Yamagiku. Her father was the head priest of the Wakamiya shrine, the oldest temple known to the city and he trained his only child in the arts of the miko, instilling lessons into her from the moment she could sit up on her own. Not content with his lot in life as one of the most respected men in Doma, Wakamiya no Yasushi plotted to climb ever higher up the social ladder; he even plotted out the murder of Doma's ruling family, intending to take over the throne himself. To further his ends, he hired the talents of one of the most skilled shinobi clans, taking Tsukasa Hanzo into his employ. This ninja trained Renge from the moment she could toddle around until the razing of Doma by Garlemald's forces and he was no kind taskmaster. When she was not attending her training -- a rare occurrence for the diminutive raen girl -- she was locked away in one of the sessha, unable to interact with the people who came to the shrine grounds to pray to the kami.<br />
For the first seventeen years of her life, the only contact she had with people involved her father,<br />
her teacher, the other children she was forced to fight and the victims she was sent to slay to further her father's goals. She never even saw the sun until the razing of Doma when she escaped during the confusion and fled to the ocean, boarding one of the ships Lady Yugiri chartered to take the Domans to Eorzea. Her childhood was neither happy nor kind and beneath her friendly smiles lurks a cold-blooded killer.</i><br />
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====<div style="padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">1577-Present</div>====<br />
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:: <i>WIP.</i><br />
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(... ''This page is currently under construction. Please check back later. Also, please see @auriren.tumblr.com for Renge's poetry and other works''.)<br />
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===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Miscellaneous</div>===<br />
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''Some of these rumors are untrue or are greatly exaggerated. Please feel free to add your own rumors under PC!''<br />
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: <center><font style="color:#F02311;" size="3">♥</font> Romantic Interest&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font> Platonic Love &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> Good Standing&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; <font style="color:#C24640;" size="3">●</font> Poor Standing</center><br />
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: <font style="color:#F02311;" size="3">♥</font> [[Kara Iriq]] : One of Renge's more interesting customers, he crashed into her apothecary and demanded that she brew for him a poison with a rather specific set of effects after hearing a rumour regarding an adventurous alchemist in Pearl Lane. This stoic, taciturn Xaela managed to drag her into the hazardous underworld of the Glass Network and wound up turning her life on its ear. The pair of them struck a deal and now Kara has a jovial, snarky sidekick. She stood in for his missing left hand until he regained it. Now they travel together, hunting artifacts and battling Garlemald at every turn. <br />
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===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Family Matters</div>===<br />
<b>Relatives:</b><br />
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<b>Father:</b> 若宮の靖. <br>Wakamiya no Yasushi.<br />
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<b>Mother:</b> 若宮の綾子 <i>née</i> 森丘. <br>Wakamiya no Ayako <i>née</i> Morioka.<br />
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<b>Paternal:</b><br />
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<b>Grandfather:</b> 若宮の真. <br>Wakamiya no Makoto.<br />
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<b>Grandmother:</b> 若宮の紫 <i>née</i> 相馬. <br>Wakamiya no Murasaki <i>née</i> Sōma.<br />
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<b>Maternal:</b><br />
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<b>Grandfather:</b> 森丘の博信. <br>Morioka no Hironobu.<br />
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<b>Grandmother:</b> 森丘の裕子 <i>née</i> 今川. <br>Morioka no Yuuko <i>née</i> Imagawa.<br />
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Though she comes from an extensive family tree with numerous branches, the majority of her relatives have been listed as "deceased." Most of the deaths have been ruled accidental and whispers abounded in Doma that the Wakamiya line was cursed.<br />
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===<div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Gallery</div>===<br />
<center><br />
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===<div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Footnotes</div>===<br />
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: '''TV Tropes''': [http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/AbusiveParents Abusive Parents] [http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/ArchnemesisDad Archnemesis Dad] [http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/TheClan The Clan] <br />
[http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/YouAreAlreadyDead You are Already Dead] [http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/MartialArtsAndCrafts Martial Arts and Crafts]<br />
[http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/PressurePoint Pressure Point]<br />
[http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/AwLookTheyReallyDoLoveEachOther Aw, Look]<br />
[http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/LoveAtFirstPunch Love at First Punch]<br />
[http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/Miko Miko]<br></div>Wakamiya no Rengehttps://wiki.ffxiv-roleplayers.com/index.php?title=User:Wakamiya_no_Renge&diff=254154User:Wakamiya no Renge2017-06-27T20:07:37Z<p>Wakamiya no Renge: stuff</p>
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<div>{{Infobox-character<br />
| name = 若宮の蓮華 <br />
Wakamiya no Renge<br />
| image = Renge-1.png<br />
| imagewidth = <br />
| gender = Female.<br />
| citizenship = Doman refugee.<br />
| race = Au Ra.<br />
| clan = Raen.<br />
| stat_1 = Age<br />
| stat_1_value = 18.<br />
| stat_2 = Marital Status<br />
| stat_2_value = Taken.<br />
| stat_3 = Occupation<br />
| stat_3_value = Alchemist.<br />
Former shrine maiden.<br />
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Assassin.<br />
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Poet.<br />
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Playwright.<br />
| stat_4 = Height/Weight<br />
| stat_4_value = 4'9"/109lbs.<br />
| stat_5 = Orientation<br />
| stat_5_value = Heterosexual.<br />
| stat_6 = Nameday<br />
| stat_6_value = 13th Sun of the 3rd Umbral Moon<br />
}}<br />
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'''Wakamiya no Renge''' (pronounced <i>wah-kah-mee-yah noh rehn-geh</i>) is a Doman refugee who fled the massacre perpetrated by the Garlean Empire during the rebellion. One of the last to escape her family's ancient shrine in the southern peaks of Doma, she came to Ul'dah and put her botanical talents to work. Renge spent her first few months under the Monetarists' rule taking any odd jobs people were willing to give her and picking pockets when hunger forced her hand. After scrimping and saving for a little over a year, she managed to open up a tiny apothecary in Pearl Lane, but an unfortunate attack on her life ruined all her hard work. Once more, she finds herself living as a nomad and traveling around Eorzea, experiencing all this new world has to offer her.<br />
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===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Basic Info</div>===<br />
<b>Blood Type:</b> O.<br />
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Positive Traits for Blood Type:<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Confident.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Self-determined.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Optimistic.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Strong-willed.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Intuitive.<br />
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Negative Traits for Blood Type: <br />
: <font style="color:#DFD59E;" size="3">■</font> Self-centered.<br />
: <font style="color:#DFD59E;" size="3">■</font> Cold.<br />
: <font style="color:#DFD59E;" size="3">■</font> Doubtful.<br />
: <font style="color:#DFD59E;" size="3">■</font> Unpredictable.<br />
: <font style="color:#DFD59E;" size="3">■</font> Workaholic.<br />
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<div style="padding:10px 35px;background: #ECCA67;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;"><center>''LIKES''</center></div></h3><br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Rainy, cloudy days.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Music. She enjoys playing her koto.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> People watching.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Silence.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Books, particularly poetry anthologies. <br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Games, especially mazes and riddles.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Doman plums.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Hot tea, sweetened or otherwise flavoured.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Heights.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Flying.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Stargazing.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Hair.<br />
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: <font style="color:#DFD59E;" size="3">■</font> Cold weather.<br />
: <font style="color:#DFD59E;" size="3">■</font> Garleans.<br />
: <font style="color:#DFD59E;" size="3">■</font> Spiders.<br />
: <font style="color:#DFD59E;" size="3">■</font> Lemons.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Nosy people.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Foolish people.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> The snooty attitudes of the Monetarists.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> People who demand respect without first earning it.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Entitled people.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> The Echo.<br />
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: <font style="color:#CACFA5;" size="3">■</font> <b>Alignment:</b> Chaotic Neutral.<br />
: <font style="color:#CACFA5;" size="3">■</font> <b>Vice(s):</b> Sweets. Cakes, pies, pastries, puddings, she loves them all.<br />
: <font style="color:#CACFA5;" size="3">■</font> <b>Favorite Food:</b> <br />
:: [http://xivdb.com/item/12870/Snurbleberry+Tart Snurbleberry Tarts]<br />
:: [http://xivdb.com/item/12852/Almond+Cream+Croissant Almond Cream Croissants]<br />
:: [http://xivdb.com/item/4744/Sweet+Rice+Cake Sweet Rice Cakes]<br />
: <font style="color:#CACFA5;" size="3">■</font> <b>Favorite Drink:</b><br />
:: [http://xivdb.com/item/12843/Frozen+Spirits Frozen Spirits]<br />
:: [http://xivdb.com/item/14134/Spiced+Cider Spiced Cider]<br />
:: [http://xivdb.com/item/4750/Mulled+Tea Mulled Tea]<br />
: <font style="color:#CACFA5;" size="3">■</font> <b>Favorite Colour(s):</b> <br />
:: [http://www.localwom.com/i/solid-neon-blue-picture-wallpaper.jpg All shades of purple] <br />
:: [http://www.waxedfloors.co.uk/content_img/Col_OakMetallicBrown.jpg silvery-grey]<br />
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===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Appearance</div>===<br />
: <i>WIP.</i><br />
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No matter how short it might turn out to be, Junki Hayashi could not deny that he was grateful to be on leave from his service in the Garlean military. Deployment for scouting missions in the Coerthas Highlands loomed in his future and he looked forward to camping in the snowy peaks as much as he might anticipate a dagger slipped between his ribs. The Ishgardian forces were not renowned for over gestures of hospitality to foreign entities. He didn't fancy the idea of huddling in shoddy igloos erected by frostbitten hands and shivering under moth-eaten blankets while he waited to hear the lookouts' calls that announced sightings of zealous knight patrols. Only two days had passed since his release from a stint in Castrum Meridianum and he didn't think he could find the words to properly express his relief when he strode up the path to his family's modest farm on the plains of Doma.<br />
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Much as he enjoyed the variety of seafood to be had from the Roegadyn chefs and their vast selections of ales, ports, and aged vintages, nothing beat the warm arms, the coy glances, and the sweet plum wines served by the oiran in Kugane. The anticipation of tumbling a pretty courtesan or two in one of the cheaper okiya practically had him skipping down the street, oblivious to the smell of sweet takoyaki and savoury okonomiyaki wafting out of the vendors' stalls.<br />
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But he needed a gift to present to his chosen courtesan in exchange for her services and the life of a low-ranking Garlean Hoplomachus was not exactly a career path guaranteed to lead to fabulous wealth. As soon as he stepped foot into the market rows, Junki had purchased the cheapest trinket he could find and he palmed the gaudy bronze brooch with its enormous fake sapphire, reassured by its minimal weight. He sucked in a deep breath, hoping that it would help to steady nerves that buzzed like a swarm of bees erupting from the apiaries of Gridania. Without payment, he wouldn't be taking a cozy roll in the sheets no matter <i>how</i> comely his face happened to be.<br />
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A quick brush of one hand over his crooked nose reminded him that his face might not be as lovely as it once was.<br />
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Junki strolled through the streets of the sprawling Kabukicho district, arms folded loosely over his chest beneath the wide sleeves of his haori. What a relief to wear light, breathable cotton instead of the heavy chain and plate issued to his platoon; he always felt that armor slowed him down, left him struggling under its weight like a man trying to fight his way through the sucking bogs of a dreary swamp. Though the city around him did not bustle as it had before Garlemald declared sovereignty, the Ruby Exchange was still alive with the shrill cries of merchants peddling their wares at the tops of their lungs. Childish laughter echoed down the alleyways, bright as the threads of the elaborate Thavnairian rugs hanging on their dowels, tempting customers to come and purchase the best in household luxuries. The saccharine scent of baking pastries filled the air and finally tickled his nose, and Junki closed his eyes a moment to better enjoy the heavenly odour while he feet continued moving on autopilot.<br />
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Salivating and lost in a private reverie regarding the first apple tart he'd ever tasted, he failed to notice the sudden obstruction in his path and the tall Auri warrior stumbled directly into what felt like the shortest, most fragile lamppost he'd ever encountered.<br />
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<i>What the--?</i> he wondered, emerald eyes popping wide open. For a brief moment, his mouth mirror the expression and he resembled one of the bowling balls in the Manderville Gold Saucer. Had he walked into a young sapling? By the kami, who would plant a sapling in the middle of the street? His clean-shaven chin tipped down and, with a ready curse springing to his lips and confusion furrowing his brows, he gazed down at the object that had tripped him up. The epithets died before they could escape his tongue.<br />
<br />
It wasn't a pole. Wasn't a pillar. Wasn't even a tree.<br />
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It was a person.<br />
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An Auri female, to be exact, with small ivory horns that sloped toward the back of her head. Dainty as the elegant porcelain dolls sold in the finest shops of the city, she was no statuesque goddess, but her lack of height didn't detract from the grace and the self-possessed aura with which she seemed to carry herself. She peered up at him from beneath a curtain of thick hair, dark and glossy as a crow's wing and straight as a Garlean road. He guessed she stood no more than 1½ yalms high.<br />
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Junki's mouth, which had previously been drooling at the notion of tasting one of the plum pastries that tantalized his nose, suddenly went dry as the Sagolii during a drought.<br />
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Almond-shaped and slanted up at the corners, her right eye glittered silver in the sunshine like the edge of a freshly-honed blade. The left was covered by a bandage stained the rust-brown of dried blood, leading the soldier to surmise that the poor girl had been wounded and fairly recently. With a face that was wider at the forehead and narrowed steadily to a pointed little chin, she had the look of the fox spirits revered at many of the small, impromptu shrines littering the mountain paths and her white peach complexion had Junki wondering if she tasted as sweet as she appeared. A tiny mouth with full red lips curved up in a knowing, vulpine smile.<br />
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His hands dropped slowly to his sides and twitched faintly as though they itched to reach out and sample the curves he thought she must be hiding beneath the pristine white hakui and the blood red hakama.<br />
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<i>Wait. Hakui... hakama...</i> As Junki completed his perusal of the young woman, she brought both hands together in front of herself and bowed stiffly to him, still wearing that odd little grin that seemed to say, "I know something you don't know," in a silent sing-song. Before he could apologize for bumbling into her like a clumsy oaf or cry penance for harbouring a lustful thought for a pure creature, the miko turned her back on him and lost herself in the market crowd pushing in on them from all sides. She slipped away, graceful as a swan gliding across the waters of a lake and it was only then that the warrior noticed something felt a <i>biiiit</i> off.<br />
<br />
He was a tiny bit lighter on his feet.<br />
<br />
Opening his hands, Junki stared down at his empty palms and made a discovery that sent his heart plummeting to his toes and tied his stomach in burning knots: that damned shrine maiden was nothing more than a common thief and she'd stolen his brooch!<br />
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===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Biography</div>===<br />
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====<div style="padding:0px 20px; font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">1560</div>====<br />
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=====<div style="padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Childhood</div>=====<br />
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:: <i>WIP.</i><br />
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=====<div style="padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Teenage</div>=====<br />
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:: <i>WIP.</i><br />
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====<div style="padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">1577-Present</div>====<br />
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:: <i>WIP.</i><br />
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(... ''This page is currently under construction. Please check back later. Also, please see @auriren.tumblr.com for Renge's poetry and other works''.)<br />
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===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Miscellaneous</div>===<br />
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''Some of these rumors are untrue or are greatly exaggerated. Please feel free to add your own rumors under PC!''<br />
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: <center><font style="color:#F02311;" size="3">♥</font> Romantic Interest&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font> Platonic Love &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> Good Standing&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; <font style="color:#C24640;" size="3">●</font> Poor Standing</center><br />
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: <font style="color:#F02311;" size="3">♥</font> [[Kara Iriq]] : One of Renge's more interesting customers, he crashed into her apothecary and demanded that she brew for him a poison with a rather specific set of effects after hearing a rumour regarding an adventurous alchemist in Pearl Lane. This stoic, taciturn Xaela managed to drag her into the hazardous underworld of the Glass Network and wound up turning her life on its ear. The pair of them struck a deal and now Kara has a jovial, snarky sidekick. She stood in for his missing left hand until he regained it. Now they travel together, hunting artifacts and battling Garlemald at every turn. <br />
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===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Family Matters</div>===<br />
<b>Relatives:</b><br />
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<b>Father:</b> 若宮の靖. <br>Wakamiya no Yasushi.<br />
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<b>Mother:</b> 若宮の綾子 <i>née</i> 森丘. <br>Wakamiya no Ayako <i>née</i> Morioka.<br />
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<b>Paternal:</b><br />
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<b>Grandfather:</b> 若宮の真. <br>Wakamiya no Makoto.<br />
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<b>Grandmother:</b> 若宮の紫 <i>née</i> 相馬. <br>Wakamiya no Murasaki <i>née</i> Sōma.<br />
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<b>Maternal:</b><br />
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<b>Grandfather:</b> 森丘の博信. <br>Morioka no Hironobu.<br />
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<b>Grandmother:</b> 森丘の裕子 <i>née</i> 今川. <br>Morioka no Yuuko <i>née</i> Imagawa.<br />
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Though she comes from an extensive family tree with numerous branches, the majority of her relatives have been listed as "deceased." Most of the deaths have been ruled accidental and whispers abounded in Doma that the Wakamiya line was cursed.<br />
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===<div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Gallery</div>===<br />
<center><br />
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<i>WIP.</i><br />
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===<div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Footnotes</div>===<br />
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: '''TV Tropes''': [http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/AbusiveParents Abusive Parents] [http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/ArchnemesisDad Archnemesis Dad] [http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/TheClan The Clan] <br />
[http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/YouAreAlreadyDead You are Already Dead] [http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/MartialArtsAndCrafts Martial Arts and Crafts]<br />
[http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/PressurePoint Pressure Point]<br />
[http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/AwLookTheyReallyDoLoveEachOther Aw, Look]<br />
[http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/LoveAtFirstPunch Love at First Punch]<br />
[http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/Miko Miko]<br></div>Wakamiya no Rengehttps://wiki.ffxiv-roleplayers.com/index.php?title=User:Wakamiya_no_Renge&diff=254153User:Wakamiya no Renge2017-06-27T20:04:23Z<p>Wakamiya no Renge: stuff</p>
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<div>{{Infobox-character<br />
| name = 若宮の蓮華 <br />
Wakamiya no Renge<br />
| image = Renge-1.png<br />
| imagewidth = <br />
| gender = Female.<br />
| citizenship = Doman refugee.<br />
| race = Au Ra.<br />
| clan = Raen.<br />
| stat_1 = Age<br />
| stat_1_value = 18.<br />
| stat_2 = Marital Status<br />
| stat_2_value = Taken.<br />
| stat_3 = Occupation<br />
| stat_3_value = Alchemist.<br />
Former shrine maiden.<br />
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Assassin.<br />
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Poet.<br />
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Playwright.<br />
| stat_4 = Height/Weight<br />
| stat_4_value = 4'9"/109lbs.<br />
| stat_5 = Orientation<br />
| stat_5_value = Heterosexual.<br />
| stat_6 = Nameday<br />
| stat_6_value = 13th Sun of the 3rd Umbral Moon<br />
}}<br />
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'''Wakamiya no Renge''' (pronounced <i>wah-kah-mee-yah noh rehn-geh</i>) is a Doman refugee who fled the massacre perpetrated by the Garlean Empire during the rebellion. One of the last to escape her family's ancient shrine in the southern peaks of Doma, she came to Ul'dah and put her botanical talents to work. Renge spent her first few months under the Monetarists' rule taking any odd jobs people were willing to give her and picking pockets when hunger forced her hand. After scrimping and saving for a little over a year, she managed to open up a tiny apothecary in Pearl Lane, but an unfortunate attack on her life ruined all her hard work. Once more, she finds herself living as a nomad and traveling around Eorzea, experiencing all this new world has to offer her.<br />
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===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Basic Info</div>===<br />
<b>Blood Type:</b> O.<br />
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Positive Traits for Blood Type:<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Confident.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Self-determined.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Optimistic.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Strong-willed.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Intuitive.<br />
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Negative Traits for Blood Type: <br />
: <font style="color:#DFD59E;" size="3">■</font> Self-centered.<br />
: <font style="color:#DFD59E;" size="3">■</font> Cold.<br />
: <font style="color:#DFD59E;" size="3">■</font> Doubtful.<br />
: <font style="color:#DFD59E;" size="3">■</font> Unpredictable.<br />
: <font style="color:#DFD59E;" size="3">■</font> Workaholic.<br />
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<div style="padding:10px 35px;background: #ECCA67;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;"><center>''LIKES''</center></div></h3><br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Rainy, cloudy days.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Music. She enjoys playing her koto.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> People watching.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Silence.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Books, particularly poetry anthologies. <br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Games, especially mazes and riddles.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Doman plums.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Hot tea, sweetened or otherwise flavoured.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Heights.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Flying.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Stargazing.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Hair.<br />
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<div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #DFD59E;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;"><center>''DISLIKES''</center></div></span></h3><br />
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: <font style="color:#DFD59E;" size="3">■</font> Cold weather.<br />
: <font style="color:#DFD59E;" size="3">■</font> Garleans.<br />
: <font style="color:#DFD59E;" size="3">■</font> Spiders.<br />
: <font style="color:#DFD59E;" size="3">■</font> Lemons.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Nosy people.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Foolish people.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> The snooty attitudes of the Monetarists.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> People who demand respect without first earning it.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Entitled people.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> The Echo.<br />
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: <font style="color:#CACFA5;" size="3">■</font> <b>Alignment:</b> Chaotic Neutral.<br />
: <font style="color:#CACFA5;" size="3">■</font> <b>Vice(s):</b> Sweets. Cakes, pies, pastries, puddings, she loves them all.<br />
: <font style="color:#CACFA5;" size="3">■</font> <b>Favorite Food:</b> <br />
:: [http://xivdb.com/item/12870/Snurbleberry+Tart Snurbleberry Tarts]<br />
:: [http://xivdb.com/item/12852/Almond+Cream+Croissant Almond Cream Croissants]<br />
:: [http://xivdb.com/item/4744/Sweet+Rice+Cake Sweet Rice Cakes]<br />
: <font style="color:#CACFA5;" size="3">■</font> <b>Favorite Drink:</b><br />
:: [http://xivdb.com/item/12843/Frozen+Spirits Frozen Spirits]<br />
:: [http://xivdb.com/item/14134/Spiced+Cider Spiced Cider]<br />
:: [http://xivdb.com/item/4750/Mulled+Tea Mulled Tea]<br />
: <font style="color:#CACFA5;" size="3">■</font> <b>Favorite Colour(s):</b> <br />
:: [http://www.localwom.com/i/solid-neon-blue-picture-wallpaper.jpg All shades of purple] <br />
:: [http://www.waxedfloors.co.uk/content_img/Col_OakMetallicBrown.jpg silvery-grey]<br />
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===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Appearance</div>===<br />
: <i>WIP.</i><br />
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No matter how short it might turn out to be, Junki Hayashi could not deny that he was grateful to be on leave from his service in the Garlean military. Deployment for scouting missions in the Coerthas Highlands loomed in his future and he looked forward to camping in the snowy peaks as much as he might anticipate a dagger slipped between his ribs. The Ishgardian forces were not renowned for over gestures of hospitality to foreign entities. He didn't fancy the idea of huddling in shoddy igloos erected by frostbitten hands and shivering under moth-eaten blankets while he waited to hear the lookouts' calls that announced sightings of zealous knight patrols. Only two days had passed since his release from a stint in Castrum Meridianum and he didn't think he could find the words to properly express his relief when he strode up the path to his family's modest farm on the plains of Doma.<br />
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Much as he enjoyed the variety of seafood to be had from the Roegadyn chefs and their vast selections of ales, ports, and aged vintages, nothing beat the warm arms, the coy glances, and the sweet plum wines served by the oiran in Kugane. The anticipation of tumbling a pretty courtesan or two in one of the cheaper okiya practically had him skipping down the street, oblivious to the smell of sweet takoyaki and savoury okonomiyaki wafting out of the vendors' stalls.<br />
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But he needed a gift to present to his chosen courtesan in exchange for her services and the life of a low-ranking Garlean Hoplomachus was not exactly a career path guaranteed to lead to fabulous wealth. As soon as he stepped foot into the market rows, Junki had purchased the cheapest trinket he could find and he palmed the gaudy bronze brooch with its enormous fake sapphire, reassured by its minimal weight. He sucked in a deep breath, hoping that it would help to steady nerves that buzzed like a swarm of bees erupting from the apiaries of Gridania. Without payment, he wouldn't be taking a cozy roll in the sheets no matter <i>how</i> comely his face happened to be.<br />
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A quick brush of one hand over his crooked nose reminded him that his face might not be as lovely as it once was.<br />
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Junki strolled through the streets of the sprawling Kabukicho district, arms folded loosely over his chest beneath the wide sleeves of his haori. What a relief to wear light, breathable cotton instead of the heavy chain and plate issued to his platoon; he always felt that armor slowed him down, left him struggling under its weight like a man trying to fight his way through the sucking bogs of a dreary swamp. Though the city around him did not bustle as it had before Garlemald declared sovereignty, the Ruby Exchange was still alive with the shrill cries of merchants peddling their wares at the tops of their lungs. Childish laughter echoed down the alleyways, bright as the threads of the elaborate Thavnairian rugs hanging on their dowels, tempting customers to come and purchase the best in household luxuries. The saccharine scent of baking pastries filled the air and finally tickled his nose, and Junki closed his eyes a moment to better enjoy the heavenly odour while he feet continued moving on autopilot.<br />
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Salivating and lost in a private reverie regarding the first apple tart he'd ever tasted, he failed to notice the sudden obstruction in his path and the tall Auri warrior stumbled directly into what felt like the shortest, most fragile lamppost he'd ever encountered.<br />
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<i>What the--?</i> he wondered, emerald eyes popping wide open. For a brief moment, his mouth mirror the expression and he resembled one of the bowling balls in the Manderville Gold Saucer. Had he walked into a young sapling? By the kami, who would plant a sapling in the middle of the street? His clean-shaven chin tipped down and, with a ready curse springing to his lips and confusion furrowing his brows, he gazed down at the object that had tripped him up. The epithets died before they could escape his tongue.<br />
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It wasn't a pole. Wasn't a pillar. Wasn't even a tree.<br />
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It was a person.<br />
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An Auri female, to be exact, with small ivory horns that sloped toward the back of her head. Dainty as the elegant porcelain dolls sold in the finest shops of the city, she was no statuesque goddess, but her lack of height didn't detract from the grace and the self-possessed aura with which she seemed to carry herself. She peered up at him from beneath a curtain of thick hair, dark and glossy as a crow's wing and straight as a Garlean road. He guessed she stood no more than 1½ yalms high.<br />
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Junki's mouth, which had previously been drooling at the notion of tasting one of the plum pastries that tantalized his nose, suddenly went dry as the Sagolii during a drought.<br />
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Almond-shaped and slanted up at the corners, her right eye glittered silver in the sunshine like the edge of a freshly-honed blade. The left was covered by a bandage stained the rust-brown of dried blood, leading the soldier to surmise that the poor girl had been wounded and fairly recently. With a face that was wider at the forehead and narrowed steadily to a pointed little chin, she had the look of the fox spirits revered at many of the small, impromptu shrines littering the mountain paths and her white peach complexion had Junki wondering if she tasted as sweet as she appeared. A tiny mouth with full red lips curved up in a knowing, vulpine smile.<br />
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His hands dropped slowly to his sides and twitched faintly as though they itched to reach out and sample the curves he thought she must be hiding beneath the pristine white hakui and the blood red hakama.<br />
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<i>Wait. Hakui... hakama...</i> As Junki completed his perusal of the young woman, she brought both hands together in front of herself and bowed stiffly to him, still wearing that odd little grin that seemed to say, "I know something you don't know," in a silent sing-song. Before he could apologize for bumbling into her like a clumsy oaf or cry penance for harbouring a lustful thought for a pure creature, the miko turned her back on him and lost herself in the market crowd pushing in on them from all sides. She slipped away, graceful as a swan gliding across the waters of a lake and it was only then that the warrior noticed something felt a <i>biiiit</i> off.<br />
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He was a tiny bit lighter on his feet.<br />
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Opening his hands, Junki stared down at his empty palms and made a discovery that sent his heart plummeting to his toes and tied his stomach in burning knots: that damned shrine maiden was nothing more than a common thief and she'd stolen his brooch!<br />
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===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Biography</div>===<br />
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====<div style="padding:0px 20px; font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">1560</div>====<br />
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=====<div style="padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Childhood</div>=====<br />
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:: <i>WIP.</i><br />
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=====<div style="padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Teenage</div>=====<br />
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:: <i>WIP.</i><br />
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====<div style="padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">1577-Present</div>====<br />
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:: <i>WIP.</i><br />
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(... ''This page is currently under construction. Please check back later. Also, please see @auriren.tumblr.com for Renge's poetry and other works''.)<br />
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===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Miscellaneous</div>===<br />
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''Some of these rumors are untrue or are greatly exaggerated. Please feel free to add your own rumors under PC!''<br />
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<div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #90AB76;">◢ Common Rumors (Easily overheard)</div></b><br />
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<b><div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #F37E1D;">◢ Moderate Rumors (Moderately difficult to overhear)</div></b><br />
: <font style="color:#F37E1D;" size="3">■</font> <br />
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<b><div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #D83018;">◢ Rare Rumors (Very difficult or rarely overheard)</div></b><br />
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<b><div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #aac5b4;">◢ PC Rumors (Rumors from the character's of other players)</div></b><br />
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<div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;"><center>''RELATIONS''</center></div></span></h3><br />
: <center><font style="color:#F02311;" size="3">♥</font> Romantic Interest&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font> Platonic Love &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> Good Standing&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; <font style="color:#C24640;" size="3">●</font> Poor Standing</center><br />
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: <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font> <br />
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: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Kara Iriq]] : One of Renge's more interesting customers, he crashed into her apothecary and demanded that she brew for him a poison with a rather specific set of effects after hearing a rumour regarding an adventurous alchemist in Pearl Lane. This stoic, taciturn Xaela managed to drag her into the hazardous underworld of the Glass Network and wound up turning her life on its ear. The pair of them struck a deal and now Kara has a jovial, snarky sidekick. She stands in for his missing left hand.<br />
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: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> <br />
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===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Family Matters</div>===<br />
<b>Relatives:</b><br />
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<b>Father:</b> 若宮の靖. <br>Wakamiya no Yasushi.<br />
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<b>Mother:</b> 若宮の綾子 <i>née</i> 森丘. <br>Wakamiya no Ayako <i>née</i> Morioka.<br />
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<b>Paternal:</b><br />
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<b>Grandfather:</b> 若宮の真. <br>Wakamiya no Makoto.<br />
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<b>Grandmother:</b> 若宮の紫 <i>née</i> 相馬. <br>Wakamiya no Murasaki <i>née</i> Sōma.<br />
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<b>Maternal:</b><br />
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<b>Grandfather:</b> 森丘の博信. <br>Morioka no Hironobu.<br />
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<b>Grandmother:</b> 森丘の裕子 <i>née</i> 今川. <br>Morioka no Yuuko <i>née</i> Imagawa.<br />
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Though she comes from an extensive family tree with numerous branches, the majority of her relatives have been listed as "deceased." Most of the deaths have been ruled accidental and whispers abounded in Doma that the Wakamiya line was cursed.<br />
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===<div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Gallery</div>===<br />
<center><br />
<gallery><br />
<i>WIP.</i><br />
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===<div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Footnotes</div>===<br />
<br />
: '''TV Tropes''': [http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/AbusiveParents Abusive Parents] [http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/ArchnemesisDad Archnemesis Dad] [http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/TheClan The Clan] <br />
[http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/YouAreAlreadyDead You are Already Dead] [http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/MartialArtsAndCrafts Martial Arts and Crafts]<br />
[http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/PressurePoint Pressure Point]<br />
[http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/AwLookTheyReallyDoLoveEachOther Aw, Look]<br />
[http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/LoveAtFirstPunch Love at First Punch]<br />
[http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/Miko Miko]<br></div>Wakamiya no Rengehttps://wiki.ffxiv-roleplayers.com/index.php?title=T%27kkele_Xian&diff=184858T'kkele Xian2016-07-07T07:02:51Z<p>Wakamiya no Renge: </p>
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<div>{{Infobox-TMI<br />
|image = Tkkele4.png<br />
|birthname = T'kkele Xian.<br />
|pronounced = tuh-CUHLL-lee <br>SHAHN.<br />
|meaning = "Storm kestrel."<br />
|nicknames = T'kk. <br>Kkele. <br>Brat. <br>Cruel Cat.<br />
|age = T'kkele is 21 years old and appears to be roughly her age.<br />
|born = 1558.<br />
|nameday = 25th Sun of the 6th Umbral Moon.<br />
|birthplace = Southern Sagolii Desert. <br />
|race = Miqo'te.<br />
|clan = Seekers of the Sun. T (Condor - Cloudkin) tribe.<br />
|alignment = Chaotic neutral.<br />
|citizenship = Nomadic. Kicks around Ul'dah frequently.<br />
|guardian = Azeyma, the Warden.<br />
|height = 5'0".<br />
|weight = 120lbs.<br />
|orientation = Heterosexual.<br />
|sex = Female.<br />
|physique = Curvy and toned. This cat is fit from years of running and dancing.<br />
|hair = Snow white. Thick and soft, she keeps much of it pulled back in a ponytail, though several shorter strands frame her face.<br />
|eyes = Heterochromatic and ringed in long, thick white lashes, her eyes are almond-shaped and slanted up at the corners. The right is storm cloud grey and the left is violet.<br />
|skin = Dusky rose-brown. She clearly sees plenty of sun.<br />
|facial features = Wider at the brow and narrowing down to a stubborn, pointed chin, expressive eyes dominate much of her face. Beneath a straight nose is a small, full-lipped mouth that hides canines a little too long and sharp to be comforting.<br />
|tattoos = Apart from the pale rose stripes tattooed on her brow and cheeks, T'kkele boasts several tribal markings in metallic gold ink across her biceps, forearms, hips, thighs and calves -- even her fingers and toes are ringed in careful lines. <br />
|piercings = Her ears are pierced.<br />
|scars = Given her job as a tribe striker in her hunting party, she has more than a few scars and she carries them as trophies from particularly violent and dangerous hunts. The most obvious of these rests across the bridge of her nose.<br />
|clothing = She doesn't wear much; in fact, she will dress in as little as she can without inviting city authorities to arrest her for public indecency. T'kkele can most often be seen in a length of fine cerulean samite wound around her chest and leather pants made from the hide of the first Amalj'aa she ever killed. <br>When preparing to call the rain, she dons a variety of colourful bead bracelets and gold trinkets draped with gil that tinkle and chime when she dances.<br />
|keywords = Snarky. <br>Tactless. <br>Expressive. <br>Temperamental. <br>Impulsive. <br>Willful. <br>Stubborn. <br>Clever. <br>Intelligent. <br>Bookish. <br>Gluttonous. <br>Sharp-tongued. <br>Bossy. <br>Loyal. <br>Confident.<br />
|hobbies = Dancing. <br>Crafting knives. <br>Crafting musical instruments. <br>Astronomy. <br>Exploration. <br>Reading. <br>Painting. <br>Hunting. <br>Spying on people. <br />
|likes = Brawling. <br>Chocolates. <br>Rolanberries. <br>Intelligent people who can hold their own against her. <br>Stars. <br>Stormy weather. <br>Ghost stories. <br>Music. <br>Books. <br>Puzzles. <br>Games of strategy and chance. <br>Having her ears and hair stroked. <br>Solitary rides on her chocobo, Shikibu. <br>Vinegar. <br>People who compliment her. <br>Arguing. <br>Flowers. Her favourite is the rare Doman plum blossom. <br>Being teased. <br>Snow.<br />
|dislikes = Stupidity and stupid people. <br>Oranges. <br>People who smell unpleasant or too strong (too much perfume). <br>Fizzy drinks. They burn her tongue. <br>Sewing and embroidery. <br>Being wrong about anything. <br>Admitting to being wrong about anything. <br>Losing at anything. <br>Women, with few exceptions. <br>Being alone. <br>Being ignored. <br>Being teased. <br>Snow.<br />
|motivator = Her motivation involves becoming the greatest at whatever she decides to do. T'kkele thinks she has a great deal to prove and she is the sort of person who wants to rub all of her achievements in the faces of those she believes spited her.<br />
|fears = She both fears and believes that being kind to others only opens one up to a metaphorical knife in the back. As far as she is concerned, people are only out for themselves and their own pleasures, and they will do whatever they can to achieve their ends... and if that means hurting the people they profess to "love," then they will not think twice about the pain they cause. Letting people inside to see the reality of the person she is terrifies T'kkele and she will scramble to hurt others before they can hurt her. <br>T'kkele is terrified of deep water. She loves baths, will gladly go swimming in ponds in which she can see to the bottom, but deep, dark water will send her running for the nearest hiding place where she can huddle and tremble. Possibly even cry. <br>Heights. T'kkele hates heights and it isn't uncommon for her to become physically ill when subjected to them. Similarly, she is not fond of the ocean, either. <br>Failure.<br />
|accomplishment = She wavers between believing she has not yet accomplished great feats and feeling that her solitary kill of an Amalj'aa priest was her crowning glory. To be fair, she also thinks that striking out on her own and leaving her tribe after a disastrous attempt at a relationship was probably one of her better ideas, as well.<br />
|regret = Loving anyone. That includes her mother and her siblings.<br />
|profession = Adventurer. <br>Mercenary.<br />
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|combat = Quick and agile, she strikes surprisingly hard for her small size. After years of hunting the various wildlife and beast men around the Sagolii, she's developed an expansive knowledge of anatomy and she generally knows where and how to hit to do critical damage to her foes. While she is not a master of any weapon, she is capable and talented with several, including throwing knives. But her preference lies in close quarters combat.<br />
|advantages = Given her short stature and turn of speed, T'kkele can be difficult to hit. She also fights dirty and will not hesitate to exploit any weaknesses she can find. Despite her hot temper and frequent bouts of impulsiveness, she can make for a reasonable strategist when she bothers to pause and think about things for a moment.<br />
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|preferences = Long-term. <br>Story-driven. <br>Action/adventure. <br>Mature. (This includes blood, guts, gore, violence, torture, psychological issues, harsh language, and even sexual themes. As such, please be at least 18+ when engaging for RP. Preference is 21+.)<br />
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==<span style="text-transform:uppercase;font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;font-weight:bold;letter-spacing:3px;">The Basics</span>==<br />
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File:Tkkele1.png|Snow day.<br />
File:Tkkele2.png|She actually smiled?<br />
File:Tkkele3.png|Moogle trumpet.<br />
File:Tkkele_Xian.jpg|Half-finished painting. I will complete it eventually.<br />
File:Tkkele_Lineart.jpg|A sketch of the smart-mouthed Miqo'te.<br />
File:Storm_Dancer.jpg|T'kkele in her ceremonial storm summoner's gear. She even primped her hair for the occasion.<br />
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===<span style="text-transform:uppercase;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#FFF;letter-spacing:3px;border-bottom:1px solid #DDD;border-top:1px solid #DDD;">Personality</span>===<br />
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{{PAGENAME}}'s timeline according to the official [[Lore:Timeline Lore Timeline]].<br />
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'''Relation:''' Father.<span style="color:#c1aca0;">♦</span> '''Standing:''' Neutral. <span style="color:#c1aca0;">♦</span> '''Status:''' Alive. <br />
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Brief character description: T'xian Nunh is the current leader of the T tribe in the southern Sagolii. Stern and no-nonsense, he believes wholeheartedly that the needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few. When it comes to alignments, he falls under the "lawful neutral" category. T'xian takes his role as headman so seriously that it is rumoured among the kittens that he never smiles. Some even whisper that his face is carved from stone. <br>Squat and well-muscled from his years treading the sands in search of prey to bring back to the tribe, his skin is so dark that he might pass for a runty Amalj'aa -- the black walnut flesh is offset by a head full of stark white hair bleached by the harsh sun. His narrow eyes are green as gooseberries and thanks to the stress of keeping his people well-fed and safe, his once-silken fur has become coarse as low-grade sand.<br />
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'''Relation:''' Mother. <span style="color:#c1aca0;">♦</span> '''Standing:''' Bad/Complicated. <span style="color:#c1aca0;">♦</span> '''Status:''' Alive. <br />
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Brief character description: Tribal medicine woman and healer, T'khanki is an aging cat who has both watched her fair share of nunh rise and fall, and borne children for five of them. Strict and taciturn, she has never seen eye to eye with her youngest kit for the pair of them are far too much alike to be able to get along. She still has yet to forgive her youngest child for abandoning her duties in the tribe. T'khanki demands and expects a great deal from not only herself but the people around her and her high expectations often strain her relationships with others. For all that she has little patience for mischief and antics in her twilight years, she is an excellent healer and it is rumoured that she can see visions in the celebratory bonfires -- things no one else can see. Some believe she catches glimpses of the spirit world. <br>Tall and lean, skinny as a sapling, T'khanki's almond skin is contrasted by scarlet curls that are quickly being overtaken by grey. Her wide, slanted eyes are a rich amethyst, a trait that T'kkele inherited.<br />
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'''Relation:''' Eldest sister. <span style="color:#c1aca0;">♦</span> '''Standing:''' Neutral. <span style="color:#c1aca0;">♦</span> '''Status:''' Alive. <br />
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'''Relation:''' Second sister. <span style="color:#c1aca0;">♦</span> '''Standing:''' Good. <span style="color:#c1aca0;">♦</span> '''Status:''' Alive. <br />
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'''Relation:''' Third sister. <span style="color:#c1aca0;">♦</span> '''Standing:''' Neutral. <span style="color:#c1aca0;">♦</span> '''Status:''' Alive. <br />
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'''Relation:''' Fourth sister. <span style="color:#c1aca0;">♦</span> '''Standing:''' Neutral. <span style="color:#c1aca0;">♦</span> '''Status:''' Alive. <br />
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'''Relation:''' Only brother. <span style="color:#c1aca0;">♦</span> '''Standing:''' Good. <span style="color:#c1aca0;">♦</span> '''Status:''' Alive. <br />
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'''Relation:''' Fifth sister. <span style="color:#c1aca0;">♦</span> '''Standing:''' Good. <span style="color:#c1aca0;">♦</span> '''Status:''' Alive. <br />
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These are roles that I have in my character's background that I would love to have filled by another player. If you have a character that you think could fit a role, send me a message and let's chat! I would in no way dictate your character's developement.<br />
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"She has a tongue as venomous as the vipers in the northern Sagolii. She must have been kidnapped from the L tribes as a kit... they camp in that region." -- <i>Elders of the T tribe from whence T'kkele hails</i><br />
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Have you heard a rumor of {{PAGENAME}}? Would you like to create one? Go ahead and do so here!</div>Wakamiya no Rengehttps://wiki.ffxiv-roleplayers.com/index.php?title=T%27kkele_Xian&diff=184857T'kkele Xian2016-07-07T06:54:54Z<p>Wakamiya no Renge: </p>
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|image = Tkkele4.png<br />
|birthname = T'kkele Xian.<br />
|pronounced = tuh-CUHLL-lee <br>SHAHN.<br />
|meaning = "Storm kestrel."<br />
|nicknames = T'kk. <br>Kkele. <br>Brat. <br>Cruel Cat.<br />
|age = T'kkele is 21 years old and appears to be roughly her age.<br />
|born = 1558.<br />
|nameday = 25th Sun of the 6th Umbral Moon.<br />
|birthplace = Southern Sagolii Desert. <br />
|race = Miqo'te.<br />
|clan = Seekers of the Sun. T (Condor - Cloudkin) tribe.<br />
|alignment = Chaotic neutral.<br />
|citizenship = Nomadic. Kicks around Ul'dah frequently.<br />
|guardian = Azeyma, the Warden.<br />
|height = 5'0".<br />
|weight = 120lbs.<br />
|orientation = Heterosexual.<br />
|sex = Female.<br />
|physique = Curvy and toned. This cat is fit from years of running and dancing.<br />
|hair = Snow white. Thick and soft, she keeps much of it pulled back in a ponytail, though several shorter strands frame her face.<br />
|eyes = Heterochromatic and ringed in long, thick white lashes, her eyes are almond-shaped and slanted up at the corners. The right is storm cloud grey and the left is violet.<br />
|skin = Dusky rose-brown. She clearly sees plenty of sun.<br />
|facial features = Wider at the brow and narrowing down to a stubborn, pointed chin, expressive eyes dominate much of her face. Beneath a straight nose is a small, full-lipped mouth that hides canines a little too long and sharp to be comforting.<br />
|tattoos = Apart from the pale rose stripes tattooed on her brow and cheeks, T'kkele boasts several tribal markings in metallic gold ink across her biceps, forearms, hips, thighs and calves -- even her fingers and toes are ringed in careful lines. <br />
|piercings = Her ears are pierced.<br />
|scars = Given her job as a tribe striker in her hunting party, she has more than a few scars and she carries them as trophies from particularly violent and dangerous hunts. The most obvious of these rests across the bridge of her nose.<br />
|clothing = She doesn't wear much; in fact, she will dress in as little as she can without inviting city authorities to arrest her for public indecency. T'kkele can most often be seen in a length of fine cerulean samite wound around her chest and leather pants made from the hide of the first Amalj'aa she ever killed. <br>When preparing to call the rain, she dons a variety of colourful bead bracelets and gold trinkets draped with gil that tinkle and chime when she dances.<br />
|keywords = Snarky. <br>Tactless. <br>Expressive. <br>Temperamental. <br>Impulsive. <br>Willful. <br>Stubborn. <br>Clever. <br>Intelligent. <br>Bookish. <br>Gluttonous. <br>Sharp-tongued. <br>Bossy. <br>Loyal. <br>Confident.<br />
|hobbies = Dancing. <br>Crafting knives. <br>Crafting musical instruments. <br>Astronomy. <br>Exploration. <br>Reading. <br>Painting. <br>Hunting. <br>Spying on people. <br />
|likes = Brawling. <br>Chocolates. <br>Rolanberries. <br>Intelligent people who can hold their own against her. <br>Stars. <br>Stormy weather. <br>Ghost stories. <br>Music. <br>Books. <br>Puzzles. <br>Games of strategy and chance. <br>Having her ears and hair stroked. <br>Solitary rides on her chocobo, Shikibu. <br>Vinegar. <br>People who compliment her. <br>Arguing. <br>Flowers. Her favourite is the rare Doman plum blossom. <br>Being teased. <br>Snow.<br />
|dislikes = Stupidity and stupid people. <br>Oranges. <br>People who smell unpleasant or too strong (too much perfume). <br>Fizzy drinks. They burn her tongue. <br>Sewing and embroidery. <br>Being wrong about anything. <br>Admitting to being wrong about anything. <br>Losing at anything. <br>Women, with few exceptions. <br>Being alone. <br>Being ignored. <br>Being teased. <br>Snow.<br />
|motivator = Her motivation involves becoming the greatest at whatever she decides to do. T'kkele thinks she has a great deal to prove and she is the sort of person who wants to rub all of her achievements in the faces of those she believes spited her.<br />
|fears = She both fears and believes that being kind to others only opens one up to a metaphorical knife in the back. As far as she is concerned, people are only out for themselves and their own pleasures, and they will do whatever they can to achieve their ends... and if that means hurting the people they profess to "love," then they will not think twice about the pain they cause. Letting people inside to see the reality of the person she is terrifies T'kkele and she will scramble to hurt others before they can hurt her. <br>T'kkele is terrified of deep water. She loves baths, will gladly go swimming in ponds in which she can see to the bottom, but deep, dark water will send her running for the nearest hiding place where she can huddle and tremble. Possibly even cry. <br>Heights. T'kkele hates heights and it isn't uncommon for her to become physically ill when subjected to them. Similarly, she is not fond of the ocean, either. <br>Failure.<br />
|accomplishment = She wavers between believing she has not yet accomplished great feats and feeling that her solitary kill of an Amalj'aa priest was her crowning glory. To be fair, she also thinks that striking out on her own and leaving her tribe after a disastrous attempt at a relationship was probably one of her better ideas, as well.<br />
|regret = Loving anyone. That includes her mother and her siblings.<br />
|profession = Adventurer. <br>Mercenary.<br />
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|combat = Quick and agile, she strikes surprisingly hard for her small size. After years of hunting the various wildlife and beast men around the Sagolii, she's developed an expansive knowledge of anatomy and she generally knows where and how to hit to do critical damage to her foes. While she is not a master of any weapon, she is capable and talented with several, including throwing knives. But her preference lies in close quarters combat.<br />
|advantages = Given her short stature and turn of speed, T'kkele can be difficult to hit. She also fights dirty and will not hesitate to exploit any weaknesses she can find. Despite her hot temper and frequent bouts of impulsiveness, she can make for a reasonable strategist when she bothers to pause and think about things for a moment.<br />
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|server = Balmung.<br />
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|freecompanies = Shin Budokai School.<br />
|linkshells = None.<br />
|preferences = Long-term. <br>Story-driven. <br>Action/adventure. <br>Mature. (This includes blood, guts, gore, violence, torture, psychological issues, harsh language, and even sexual themes. As such, please be at least 18+ when engaging for RP. Preference is 21+.)<br />
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==<span style="text-transform:uppercase;font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;font-weight:bold;letter-spacing:3px;">The Basics</span>==<br />
This page is a work in progress. Please check back regularly for more updates. Thank you for your time and attention.<br />
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===<span style="text-transform:uppercase;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#FFF;letter-spacing:3px;border-bottom:1px solid #DDD;border-top:1px solid #DDD;">Appearance</span>===<br />
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File:Tkkele1.png|Snow day.<br />
File:Tkkele2.png|She actually smiled?<br />
File:Tkkele3.png|Moogle trumpet.<br />
File:Tkkele_Xian.jpg|Half-finished painting. I will complete it eventually.<br />
File:Tkkele_Lineart.jpg|A sketch of the smart-mouthed Miqo'te.<br />
File:Storm_Dancer.jpg|T'kkele in her ceremonial storm summoner's gear. She even primped her hair for the occasion.<br />
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===<span style="text-transform:uppercase;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#FFF;letter-spacing:3px;border-bottom:1px solid #DDD;border-top:1px solid #DDD;">Personality</span>===<br />
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{{PAGENAME}}'s timeline according to the official [[Lore:Timeline Lore Timeline]].<br />
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==<span style="text-transform:uppercase;font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;font-weight:bold;letter-spacing:3px;">Affiliations</span>==<br />
Think you might want to connect your character's background with mine? Here are some basic affiliations from {{PAGENAME}}'s past and present that could easily be a place where they met/meet. Send me a message if you'd like to connect them ICly! <br />
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===<span style="text-transform:uppercase;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#FFF;letter-spacing:3px;border-bottom:1px solid #DDD;border-top:1px solid #DDD;">Career</span>===<br />
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===<span style="text-transform:uppercase;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#FFF;letter-spacing:3px;border-bottom:1px solid #DDD;border-top:1px solid #DDD;">Family</span>===<br />
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'''Relation:''' Father.<span style="color:#c1aca0;">♦</span> '''Standing:''' Neutral. <span style="color:#c1aca0;">♦</span> '''Status:''' Alive. <br />
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Brief character description: T'xian Nunh is the current leader of the T tribe in the southern Sagolii. Stern and no-nonsense, he believes wholeheartedly that the needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few. When it comes to alignments, he falls under the "lawful neutral" category. T'xian takes his role as headman so seriously that it is rumoured among the kittens that he never smiles. Some even whisper that his face is carved from stone. <br>Squat and well-muscled from his years treading the sands in search of prey to bring back to the tribe, his skin is so dark that he might pass for a runty Amalj'aa -- the black walnut flesh is offset by a head full of stark white hair bleached by the harsh sun. His narrow eyes are green as gooseberries and thanks to the stress of keeping his people well-fed and safe, his once-silken fur has become coarse as low-grade sand.<br />
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'''Relation:''' Mother. <span style="color:#c1aca0;">♦</span> '''Standing:''' Bad/Complicated. <span style="color:#c1aca0;">♦</span> '''Status:''' Alive. <br />
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Brief character description: Tribal medicine woman and healer, T'khanki is an aging cat who has both seen her fair share of nunh rise and fall, and borne children for three of them. Strict and taciturn, she has never seen eye to eye with her youngest kit for the pair of them are far too much alike to be able to get along. She still has yet to forgive her youngest child for abandoning her duties in the tribe. T'khanki demands and expects a great deal from not only herself but the people around her and her high expectations often strain her relationships with others. For all that she has little patience for mischief and antics in her twilight years, she is an excellent healer and it is rumoured that she can see visions in the celebratory bonfires -- things no one else can see. Some believe she catches glimpses of the spirit world. <br>Tall and lean, skinny as a sapling, T'khanki's almond skin contrasted by scarlet curls that are quickly being overtaken by grey. Her wide, slanted eyes are a rich amethyst, a trait that T'kkele inherited.<br />
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'''Relation:''' Eldest sister. <span style="color:#c1aca0;">♦</span> '''Standing:''' Neutral. <span style="color:#c1aca0;">♦</span> '''Status:''' Alive. <br />
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'''Relation:''' Second sister. <span style="color:#c1aca0;">♦</span> '''Standing:''' Good. <span style="color:#c1aca0;">♦</span> '''Status:''' Alive. <br />
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'''Relation:''' Third sister. <span style="color:#c1aca0;">♦</span> '''Standing:''' Neutral. <span style="color:#c1aca0;">♦</span> '''Status:''' Alive. <br />
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'''Relation:''' Fourth sister. <span style="color:#c1aca0;">♦</span> '''Standing:''' Neutral. <span style="color:#c1aca0;">♦</span> '''Status:''' Alive. <br />
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'''Relation:''' Only brother. <span style="color:#c1aca0;">♦</span> '''Standing:''' Good. <span style="color:#c1aca0;">♦</span> '''Status:''' Alive. <br />
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'''Relation:''' Fifth sister. <span style="color:#c1aca0;">♦</span> '''Standing:''' Good. <span style="color:#c1aca0;">♦</span> '''Status:''' Alive. <br />
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These are roles that I have in my character's background that I would love to have filled by another player. If you have a character that you think could fit a role, send me a message and let's chat! I would in no way dictate your character's developement.<br />
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==<span style="text-transform:uppercase;font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;font-weight:bold;letter-spacing:3px;">Rumors</span>==<br />
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"She has a tongue as venomous as the vipers in the northern Sagolii. She must have been kidnapped from the L tribes as a kit... they camp in that region." -- <i>Elders of the T tribe from whence T'kkele hails</i><br />
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Have you heard a rumor of {{PAGENAME}}? Would you like to create one? Go ahead and do so here!</div>Wakamiya no Rengehttps://wiki.ffxiv-roleplayers.com/index.php?title=File:Storm_Dancer.jpg&diff=184856File:Storm Dancer.jpg2016-07-07T06:53:27Z<p>Wakamiya no Renge: </p>
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| name = 若宮の蓮華 <br />
Wakamiya no Renge<br />
| image = Renge-1.png<br />
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| gender = Female.<br />
| citizenship = Doman refugee.<br />
| race = Au Ra.<br />
| clan = Raen.<br />
| stat_1 = Age<br />
| stat_1_value = 19.<br />
| stat_2 = Marital Status<br />
| stat_2_value = Single.<br />
| stat_3 = Occupation<br />
| stat_3_value = Alchemist.<br />
Former shrine maiden.<br />
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Assassin.<br />
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Poet.<br />
| stat_4 = Height/Weight<br />
| stat_4_value = 4'9"/109lbs.<br />
| stat_5 = Orientation<br />
| stat_5_value = Heterosexual.<br />
| stat_6 = Nameday<br />
| stat_6_value = 14th Sun of the 3rd Umbral Moon<br />
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'''Wakamiya no Renge''' (pronounced <i>wah-kah-mee-yah noh rehn-geh</i>) is a Doman refugee who fled the massacre perpetrated by the Garlean Empire during the rebellion. One of the last to escape her family's ancient shrine in the southern peaks of Doma, she came to Ul'dah and put her lesser known talents to work. Renge spent her first few months under the Monetarists' rule taking any odd jobs people were willing to give her and picking pockets when hunger forced her hand. After scrimping and saving for a little over a year, she managed to open up a tiny apothecary in Pearl Lane, but an unfortunate attack on her life ruined all her hard work. Once more, she finds herself living as a nomad and traveling around Eorzea, experiencing all this new world has to offer her.<br />
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<b>Blood Type:</b> O.<br />
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Positive Traits for Blood Type:<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Confident.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Self-determined.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Optimistic.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Strong-willed.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Intuitive.<br />
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Negative Traits for Blood Type: <br />
: <font style="color:#DFD59E;" size="3">■</font> Self-centered.<br />
: <font style="color:#DFD59E;" size="3">■</font> Cold.<br />
: <font style="color:#DFD59E;" size="3">■</font> Doubtful.<br />
: <font style="color:#DFD59E;" size="3">■</font> Unpredictable.<br />
: <font style="color:#DFD59E;" size="3">■</font> Workaholic.<br />
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: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Rainy, cloudy days.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Music. She enjoys playing her koto.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> People watching.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Silence.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Books, particularly poetry anthologies. <br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Games, especially mazes and riddles.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Doman plums.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Hot tea, sweetened or otherwise flavoured.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Heights.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Stargazing.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Hair.<br />
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<div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #DFD59E;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;"><center>''DISLIKES''</center></div></span></h3><br />
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: <font style="color:#DFD59E;" size="3">■</font> Cold weather.<br />
: <font style="color:#DFD59E;" size="3">■</font> Garleans.<br />
: <font style="color:#DFD59E;" size="3">■</font> Spiders.<br />
: <font style="color:#DFD59E;" size="3">■</font> Lemons.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Nosy people.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Foolish people.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> The snooty attitudes of the Monetarists.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> People who demand respect without first earning it.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Entitled people.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Echo.<br />
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<div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #CACFA5;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;"><center>''OTHER''</center></div></span></h3><br />
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: <font style="color:#CACFA5;" size="3">■</font> <b>Alignment:</b> Chaotic Neutral.<br />
: <font style="color:#CACFA5;" size="3">■</font> <b>Vice(s):</b> Sweets. Cakes, pies, pastries, puddings, she loves them all.<br />
: <font style="color:#CACFA5;" size="3">■</font> <b>Favorite Food:</b> <br />
:: [http://xivdb.com/item/12870/Snurbleberry+Tart Snurbleberry Tarts]<br />
:: [http://xivdb.com/item/12852/Almond+Cream+Croissant Almond Cream Croissants]<br />
:: [http://xivdb.com/item/4744/Sweet+Rice+Cake Sweet Rice Cakes]<br />
: <font style="color:#CACFA5;" size="3">■</font> <b>Favorite Drink:</b><br />
:: [http://xivdb.com/item/12843/Frozen+Spirits Frozen Spirits]<br />
:: [http://xivdb.com/item/14134/Spiced+Cider Spiced Cider]<br />
:: [http://xivdb.com/item/4750/Mulled+Tea Mulled Tea]<br />
: <font style="color:#CACFA5;" size="3">■</font> <b>Favorite Colour(s):</b> <br />
:: [http://www.localwom.com/i/solid-neon-blue-picture-wallpaper.jpg All shades of purple] <br />
:: [http://www.waxedfloors.co.uk/content_img/Col_OakMetallicBrown.jpg silvery-grey]<br />
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===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Appearance</div>===<br />
: <i>WIP.</i><br />
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No matter how short it might turn out to be, Junki Hayashi could not deny that he was grateful to be on leave from his service in the Garlean military. Deployment for scouting missions in the Coerthas Highlands loomed in his future and he looked forward to camping in the snowy peaks as much as he might anticipate a dagger slipped between his ribs. The Ishgardian forces were not renowned for over gestures of hospitality to foreign entities. He didn't fancy the idea of huddling in shoddy igloos erected by frostbitten hands and shivering under moth-eaten blankets while he waited to hear the lookouts' calls that announced sightings of zealous knight patrols. Only two days had passed since his release from a stint in Castrum Meridianum and he didn't think he could find the words to properly express his relief when he strode up the path to his family's modest farm on the plains of Doma.<br />
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Much as he enjoyed the variety of seafood to be had from the Roegadyn chefs and their vast selections of ales, ports, and aged vintages, nothing beat the warm arms, the coy glances, and the sweet plum wines served by the oiran in Gion. The anticipation of tumbling a pretty courtesan or two in one of the cheaper okiya practically had him skipping down the street, oblivious to the smell of sweet takoyaki and savoury okonomiyaki wafting out of the vendors' stalls.<br />
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But he needed a gift to present to his chosen courtesan in exchange for her services and the life of a low-ranking Garlean Hoplomachus was not exactly a career path guaranteed to lead to fabulous wealth. As soon as he stepped foot into the market rows, Junki had purchased the cheapest trinket he could find and he palmed the gaudy bronze brooch with its enormous fake sapphire, reassured by its minimal weight. He sucked in a deep breath, hoping that it would help to steady nerves that buzzed like a swarm of bees erupting from the apiaries of Gridania. Without payment, he wouldn't be taking a cozy roll in the sheets no matter <i>how</i> comely his face happened to be.<br />
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A quick brush of one hand over his crooked nose reminded him that his face might not be as lovely as it once was.<br />
<br />
Junki strolled through the streets of the sprawling Kabukicho district, arms folded loosely over his chest beneath the wide sleeves of his haori. What a relief to wear light, breathable cotton instead of the heavy chain and plate issued to his platoon; he always felt that armor slowed him down, left him struggling under its weight like a man trying to fight his way through the sucking bogs of a dreary swamp. Though the city around him did not bustle as it had before Garlemald declared sovereignty, the Bazaar was still alive with the shrill cries of merchants peddling their wares at the tops of their lungs. Childish laughter echoed down the alleyways, bright as the threads of the elaborate Thavnarian rugs hanging on their dowels, tempting customers to come and purchase the best in household luxuries. The saccharine scent of baking pastries filled the air and finally tickled his nose, and Junki closed his eyes a moment to better enjoy the heavenly odour while he feet continued moving on autopilot.<br />
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Salivating and lost in a private reverie regarding the first apple tart he'd ever tasted, he failed to notice the sudden obstruction in his path and the tall Auri warrior stumbled directly into what felt like the shortest, most fragile lamppost he'd ever encountered.<br />
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<i>What the--?</i> he wondered, emerald eyes popping wide open. For a brief moment, his mouth mirror the expression and he resembled one of the bowling balls in the Manderville Gold Saucer. Had he walked into a young sapling? By the kami, who would plant a sapling in the middle of the street? His clean-shaven chin tipped down and, with a ready curse springing to his lips and confusion furrowing his brows, he gazed down at the object that had tripped him up. The epithets died before they could escape his tongue.<br />
<br />
It wasn't a pole. Wasn't a pillar. Wasn't even a tree.<br />
<br />
It was a person.<br />
<br />
An Auri female, to be exact, with small ivory horns that sloped toward the back of her head. Dainty as the elegant porcelain dolls sold in the finest shops of the city, she was no statuesque goddess, but her lack of height didn't detract from the grace and the self-possessed aura with which she seemed to carry herself. She peered up at him from beneath a curtain of thick hair, dark and glossy as a crow's wing and straight as a Garlean road. He guessed she stood no more than 1½ yalms high.<br />
<br />
Junki's mouth, which had previously been drooling at the notion of tasting one of the plum pastries that tantalized his nose, suddenly went dry as the Sagolii during a drought.<br />
<br />
Almond-shaped and slanted up at the corners, her right eye glittered silver in the sunshine like the edge of a freshly-honed blade. The left was covered by a bandage stained the rust-brown of dried blood, leading the soldier to surmise that the poor girl had been wounded and fairly recently. With a face that was wider at the forehead and narrowed steadily to a pointed little chin, she had the look of the fox spirits revered at many of the small, impromptu shrines littering the mountain paths and her white peach complexion had Junki wondering if she tasted as sweet as she appeared. A tiny mouth with full red lips curved up in a knowing, vulpine smile.<br />
<br />
His hands dropped slowly to his sides and twitched faintly as though they itched to reach out and sample the curves he thought she must be hiding beneath the pristine white hakui and the blood red hakama.<br />
<br />
<i>Wait. Hakui... hakama...</i> As Junki completed his perusal of the young woman, she brought both hands together in front of herself and bowed stiffly to him, still wearing that odd little grin that seemed to say, "I know something you don't know," in a silent sing-song. Before he could apologize for bumbling into her like a clumsy oaf or cry penance for harbouring a lustful thought for a pure creature, the miko turned her back on him and lost herself in the market crowd pushing in on them from all sides. She slipped away, graceful as a swan gliding across the waters of a lake and it was only then that the warrior noticed something felt a <i>biiiit</i> off.<br />
<br />
He was a tiny bit lighter on his feet.<br />
<br />
Opening his hands, Junki stared down at his empty palms and made a discovery that sent his heart plummeting to his toes and tied his stomach in burning knots: that damned shrine maiden was nothing more than a common thief and she'd stolen his brooch!<br />
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===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Biography</div>===<br />
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====<div style="padding:0px 20px; font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">1560</div>====<br />
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=====<div style="padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Childhood</div>=====<br />
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:: <i>WIP.</i><br />
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=====<div style="padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Teenage</div>=====<br />
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:: <i>WIP.</i><br />
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====<div style="padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">1577-Present</div>====<br />
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:: <i>WIP.</i><br />
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(... ''This page is currently under construction. Please check back later. Also, please see @auriren.tumblr.com for Renge's poetry and other works''.)<br />
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===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Miscellaneous</div>===<br />
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''Some of these rumors are untrue or are greatly exaggerated. Please feel free to add your own rumors under PC!''<br />
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<div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #90AB76;">◢ Common Rumors (Easily overheard)</div></b><br />
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<b><div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #D83018;">◢ Rare Rumors (Very difficult or rarely overheard)</div></b><br />
: <font style="color:#D83018;" size="3">■</font> <br />
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<b><div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #aac5b4;">◢ PC Rumors (Rumors from the character's of other players)</div></b><br />
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<div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;"><center>''RELATIONS''</center></div></span></h3><br />
: <center><font style="color:#F02311;" size="3">♥</font> Romantic Interest&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font> Platonic Love &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> Good Standing&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; <font style="color:#C24640;" size="3">●</font> Poor Standing</center><br />
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: <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font> <br />
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: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Kara Iriq]] : One of Renge's more interesting customers, he crashed into her apothecary and demanded that she brew for him a poison with a rather specific set of effects after hearing a rumour regarding an adventurous alchemist in Pearl Lane. This stoic, taciturn Xaela managed to drag her into the hazardous underworld of the Glass Network and wound up turning her life on its ear. The pair of them struck a deal and now Kara has a jovial, snarky sidekick. She stands in for his missing left hand.<br />
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===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Family Matters</div>===<br />
<b>Relatives:</b><br />
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<b>Father:</b> 若宮の靖. <br>Wakamiya no Yasushi.<br />
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<b>Mother:</b> 若宮の綾子 <i>née</i> 森丘. <br>Wakamiya no Ayako <i>née</i> Morioka.<br />
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<b>Paternal:</b><br />
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<b>Grandfather:</b> 若宮の真. <br>Wakamiya no Makoto.<br />
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<b>Grandmother:</b> 若宮の紫 <i>née</i> 相馬. <br>Wakamiya no Murasaki <i>née</i> Sōma.<br />
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<b>Maternal:</b><br />
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<b>Grandfather:</b> 森丘の博信. <br>Morioka no Hironobu.<br />
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<b>Grandmother:</b> 森丘の裕子 <i>née</i> 今川. <br>Morioka no Yuuko <i>née</i> Imagawa.<br />
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Though she comes from an extensive family tree with numerous branches, the majority of her relatives have been listed as "deceased." Most of the deaths have been ruled accidental and whispers abounded in Doma that the Wakamiya line was cursed.<br />
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===<div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Gallery</div>===<br />
<center><br />
<gallery><br />
<i>WIP.</i><br />
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===<div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Footnotes</div>===<br />
<br />
: '''TV Tropes''': [http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/AbusiveParents Abusive Parents] [http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/ArchnemesisDad Archnemesis Dad] [http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/TheClan The Clan] <br />
[http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/YouAreAlreadyDead You are Already Dead] [http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/MartialArtsAndCrafts Martial Arts and Crafts]<br />
[http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/PressurePoint Pressure Point]<br />
[http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/AwLookTheyReallyDoLoveEachOther Aw, Look]<br />
[http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/LoveAtFirstPunch Love at First Punch]<br />
[http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/Miko Miko]<br></div>Wakamiya no Rengehttps://wiki.ffxiv-roleplayers.com/index.php?title=User:Wakamiya_no_Renge&diff=183026User:Wakamiya no Renge2016-06-24T21:07:34Z<p>Wakamiya no Renge: </p>
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<div>{{Infobox-character<br />
| name = 若宮の蓮華 <br />
Wakamiya no Renge<br />
| image = Renge-1.png<br />
| imagewidth = <br />
| gender = Female.<br />
| citizenship = Doman refugee.<br />
| race = Au Ra.<br />
| clan = Raen.<br />
| stat_1 = Age<br />
| stat_1_value = 19.<br />
| stat_2 = Marital Status<br />
| stat_2_value = Single.<br />
| stat_3 = Occupation<br />
| stat_3_value = Alchemist.<br />
Former shrine maiden.<br />
<br />
Assassin.<br />
<br />
Poet.<br />
| stat_4 = Height/Weight<br />
| stat_4_value = 4'9"/109lbs.<br />
| stat_5 = Orientation<br />
| stat_5_value = Heterosexual.<br />
| stat_6 = Nameday<br />
| stat_6_value = 14th Sun of the 3rd Umbral Moon<br />
}}<br />
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'''Wakamiya no Renge''' (pronounced <i>wah-kah-mee-yah noh rehn-geh</i>) is a Doman refugee who fled the massacre perpetrated by the Garlean Empire during the rebellion. One of the last to escape her family's ancient shrine in the southern peaks of Doma, she came to Ul'dah and put her lesser known talents to work. Renge spent her first few months under the Monetarists' rule taking any odd jobs people were willing to give her and picking pockets when hunger forced her hand. After scrimping and saving for a little over a year, she managed to open up a tiny apothecary in Pearl Lane, but an unfortunate attack on her life ruined all her hard work. Once more, she finds herself living as a nomad and traveling around Eorzea, experiencing all this new world has to offer her.<br />
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===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Basic Info</div>===<br />
<b>Blood Type:</b> O.<br />
<br />
Positive Traits for Blood Type:<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Confident.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Self-determined.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Optimistic.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Strong-willed.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Intuitive.<br />
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Negative Traits for Blood Type: <br />
: <font style="color:#DFD59E;" size="3">■</font> Self-centered.<br />
: <font style="color:#DFD59E;" size="3">■</font> Cold.<br />
: <font style="color:#DFD59E;" size="3">■</font> Doubtful.<br />
: <font style="color:#DFD59E;" size="3">■</font> Unpredictable.<br />
: <font style="color:#DFD59E;" size="3">■</font> Workaholic.<br />
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<div style="padding:10px 35px;background: #ECCA67;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;"><center>''LIKES''</center></div></h3><br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Rainy, cloudy days.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Music. She enjoys playing her koto.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> People watching.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Silence.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Books, particularly poetry anthologies. <br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Games, especially mazes and riddles.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Doman plums.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Hot tea, sweetened or otherwise flavoured.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Heights.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Stargazing.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Hair.<br />
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<td style="vertical-align: top;font-size:9pt;font-family:Helvetica;"><h3><span class="mw-headline"><br />
<div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #DFD59E;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;"><center>''DISLIKES''</center></div></span></h3><br />
<br />
: <font style="color:#DFD59E;" size="3">■</font> Cold weather.<br />
: <font style="color:#DFD59E;" size="3">■</font> Garleans.<br />
: <font style="color:#DFD59E;" size="3">■</font> Spiders.<br />
: <font style="color:#DFD59E;" size="3">■</font> Lemons.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Nosy people.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Foolish people.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> The snooty attitudes of the Monetarists.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> People who demand respect without first earning it.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Entitled people.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Echo.<br />
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<div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #CACFA5;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;"><center>''OTHER''</center></div></span></h3><br />
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: <font style="color:#CACFA5;" size="3">■</font> <b>Alignment:</b> Chaotic Neutral.<br />
: <font style="color:#CACFA5;" size="3">■</font> <b>Vice(s):</b> Sweets. Cakes, pies, pastries, puddings, she loves them all.<br />
: <font style="color:#CACFA5;" size="3">■</font> <b>Favorite Food:</b> <br />
:: [http://xivdb.com/item/12870/Snurbleberry+Tart Snurbleberry Tarts]<br />
:: [http://xivdb.com/item/12852/Almond+Cream+Croissant Almond Cream Croissants]<br />
:: [http://xivdb.com/item/4744/Sweet+Rice+Cake Sweet Rice Cakes]<br />
: <font style="color:#CACFA5;" size="3">■</font> <b>Favorite Drink:</b><br />
:: [http://xivdb.com/item/12843/Frozen+Spirits Frozen Spirits]<br />
:: [http://xivdb.com/item/14134/Spiced+Cider Spiced Cider]<br />
:: [http://xivdb.com/item/4750/Mulled+Tea Mulled Tea]<br />
: <font style="color:#CACFA5;" size="3">■</font> <b>Favorite Colour(s):</b> <br />
:: [http://www.localwom.com/i/solid-neon-blue-picture-wallpaper.jpg All shades of purple] <br />
:: [http://www.waxedfloors.co.uk/content_img/Col_OakMetallicBrown.jpg silvery-grey]<br />
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===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Appearance</div>===<br />
: <i>WIP.</i><br />
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No matter how short it might turn out to be, Junki Hayashi could not deny that he was grateful to be on leave from his service in the Garlean military. Deployment for scouting missions in the Coerthas Highlands loomed in his future and he looked forward to camping in the snowy peaks as much as he might anticipate a dagger slipped between his ribs. The Ishgardian forces were not renowned for over gestures of hospitality to foreign entities. He didn't fancy the idea of huddling in shoddy igloos erected by frostbitten hands and shivering under moth-eaten blankets while he waited for word of <br />
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===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Biography</div>===<br />
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====<div style="padding:0px 20px; font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">1560</div>====<br />
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=====<div style="padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Childhood</div>=====<br />
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:: <i>WIP.</i><br />
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=====<div style="padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Teenage</div>=====<br />
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:: <i>WIP.</i><br />
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====<div style="padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">1577-Present</div>====<br />
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:: <i>WIP.</i><br />
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(... ''This page is currently under construction. Please check back later. Also, please see @auriren.tumblr.com for Renge's poetry and other works''.)<br />
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===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Miscellaneous</div>===<br />
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<div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;"><center>''RUMORS''</center></div></span></h3><br />
''Some of these rumors are untrue or are greatly exaggerated. Please feel free to add your own rumors under PC!''<br />
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<div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;"><center>''RELATIONS''</center></div></span></h3><br />
: <center><font style="color:#F02311;" size="3">♥</font> Romantic Interest&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font> Platonic Love &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> Good Standing&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; <font style="color:#C24640;" size="3">●</font> Poor Standing</center><br />
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: <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font> <br />
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: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Kara Iriq]] : One of Renge's more interesting customers, he crashed into her apothecary and demanded that she brew for him a poison with a rather specific set of effects after hearing a rumour regarding an adventurous alchemist in Pearl Lane. This stoic, taciturn Xaela managed to drag her into the hazardous underworld of the Glass Network and wound up turning her life on its ear. The pair of them struck a deal and now Kara has a jovial, snarky sidekick. She stands in for his missing left hand.<br />
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===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Family Matters</div>===<br />
<b>Relatives:</b><br />
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<b>Father:</b> 若宮の靖. <br>Wakamiya no Yasushi.<br />
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<b>Mother:</b> 若宮の綾子 <i>née</i> 森丘. <br>Wakamiya no Ayako <i>née</i> Morioka.<br />
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<b>Paternal:</b><br />
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<b>Grandfather:</b> 若宮の真. <br>Wakamiya no Makoto.<br />
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<b>Grandmother:</b> 若宮の紫 <i>née</i> 相馬. <br>Wakamiya no Murasaki <i>née</i> Sōma.<br />
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<b>Maternal:</b><br />
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<b>Grandfather:</b> 森丘の博信. <br>Morioka no Hironobu.<br />
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<b>Grandmother:</b> 森丘の裕子 <i>née</i> 今川. <br>Morioka no Yuuko <i>née</i> Imagawa.<br />
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Though she comes from an extensive family tree with numerous branches, the majority of her relatives have been listed as "deceased." Most of the deaths have been ruled accidental and whispers abounded in Doma that the Wakamiya line was cursed.<br />
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===<div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Gallery</div>===<br />
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===<div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Footnotes</div>===<br />
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: '''TV Tropes''': [http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/AbusiveParents Abusive Parents] [http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/ArchnemesisDad Archnemesis Dad] [http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/TheClan The Clan] <br />
[http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/YouAreAlreadyDead You are Already Dead] [http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/MartialArtsAndCrafts Martial Arts and Crafts]<br />
[http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/PressurePoint Pressure Point]<br />
[http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/AwLookTheyReallyDoLoveEachOther Aw, Look]<br />
[http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/LoveAtFirstPunch Love at First Punch]<br />
[http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/Miko Miko]<br></div>Wakamiya no Rengehttps://wiki.ffxiv-roleplayers.com/index.php?title=User:Wakamiya_no_Renge&diff=183023User:Wakamiya no Renge2016-06-24T20:30:28Z<p>Wakamiya no Renge: filled in appearance</p>
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<div>{{Infobox-character<br />
| name = 若宮の蓮華 <br />
Wakamiya no Renge<br />
| image = Renge-1.png<br />
| imagewidth = <br />
| gender = Female.<br />
| citizenship = Doman refugee.<br />
| race = Au Ra.<br />
| clan = Raen.<br />
| stat_1 = Age<br />
| stat_1_value = 19.<br />
| stat_2 = Marital Status<br />
| stat_2_value = Single.<br />
| stat_3 = Occupation<br />
| stat_3_value = Alchemist.<br />
Shrine maiden.<br />
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Assassin.<br />
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Poet.<br />
| stat_4 = Height/Weight<br />
| stat_4_value = 4'9"/109lbs.<br />
| stat_5 = Orientation<br />
| stat_5_value = Heterosexual.<br />
| stat_6 = Nameday<br />
| stat_6_value = 14th Sun of the 3rd Umbral Moon<br />
}}<br />
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'''Wakamiya no Renge''' (pronounced <i>wah-kah-mee-yah noh rehn-geh</i>) is a Doman refugee who fled the massacre perpetrated by the Garlean Empire during the rebellion. One of the last to escape her family's ancient shrine in the southern peaks of Doma, she came to Ul'dah and put her lesser known talents to work. Renge spent her first few months under the Monetarists' rule taking any odd jobs people were willing to give her and picking pockets when hunger forced her hand. After scrimping and saving for a little over a year, she managed to open up a tiny apothecary in Pearl Lane, but an unfortunate attack on her life ruined all her hard work. Once more, she finds herself living as a nomad and traveling around Eorzea, experiencing all this new world has to offer her.<br />
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===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Basic Info</div>===<br />
<b>Blood Type:</b> O.<br />
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Positive Traits for Blood Type:<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Confident.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Self-determined.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Optimistic.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Strong-willed.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Intuitive.<br />
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Negative Traits for Blood Type: <br />
: <font style="color:#DFD59E;" size="3">■</font> Self-centered.<br />
: <font style="color:#DFD59E;" size="3">■</font> Cold.<br />
: <font style="color:#DFD59E;" size="3">■</font> Doubtful.<br />
: <font style="color:#DFD59E;" size="3">■</font> Unpredictable.<br />
: <font style="color:#DFD59E;" size="3">■</font> Workaholic.<br />
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<div style="padding:10px 35px;background: #ECCA67;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;"><center>''LIKES''</center></div></h3><br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Rainy, cloudy days.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Music. She enjoys playing her koto.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> People watching.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Silence.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Books, particularly poetry anthologies. <br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Games, especially mazes and riddles.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Doman plums.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Hot tea, sweetened or otherwise flavoured.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Heights.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Stargazing.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Hair.<br />
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<div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #DFD59E;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;"><center>''DISLIKES''</center></div></span></h3><br />
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: <font style="color:#DFD59E;" size="3">■</font> Cold weather.<br />
: <font style="color:#DFD59E;" size="3">■</font> Garleans.<br />
: <font style="color:#DFD59E;" size="3">■</font> Spiders.<br />
: <font style="color:#DFD59E;" size="3">■</font> Lemons.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Nosy people.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Foolish people.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> The snooty attitudes of the Monetarists.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> People who demand respect without first earning it.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Entitled people.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Echo.<br />
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: <font style="color:#CACFA5;" size="3">■</font> <b>Alignment:</b> Chaotic Neutral.<br />
: <font style="color:#CACFA5;" size="3">■</font> <b>Vice(s):</b> Sweets. Cakes, pies, pastries, puddings, she loves them all.<br />
: <font style="color:#CACFA5;" size="3">■</font> <b>Favorite Food:</b> [http://xivdb.com/item/12870/Snurbleberry+Tart Snurbleberry Tarts] <br />
[http://xivdb.com/item/12852/Almond+Cream+Croissant Almond Cream Croissants]<br />
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[http://xivdb.com/item/4744/Sweet+Rice+Cake Sweet Rice Cakes]<br />
: <font style="color:#CACFA5;" size="3">■</font> <b>Favorite Drink:</b> [http://xivdb.com/item/12843/Frozen+Spirits Frozen Spirits]<br />
[http://xivdb.com/item/14134/Spiced+Cider Spiced Cider]<br />
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[http://xivdb.com/item/4750/Mulled+Tea Mulled Tea]<br />
: <font style="color:#CACFA5;" size="3">■</font> <b>Favorite Colour(s):</b> Violet and grey.<br />
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===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Appearance</div>===<br />
: <i>WIP.</i><br />
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Hayashi no Junki was grateful to be on a short leave from his Garlean military service. A deployment to the Coerthas Highlands loomed in his future and he looked forward to camping in the snowy peaks as much as he might anticipate a dagger slipped between his ribs. Only two days had passed since he managed to return to his family home in southern Doma after a stint in Castrum Meridianum. Much as he enjoyed the variety of seafood to be had from the Roegadyn chefs and their vast selection of ales, ports, and fine wines, nothing beat the warm arms and coy glances of the oiran in Gion, Doma. The anticipation of tumbling a pretty courtesan or two in one of the cheaper okiya practically had him skipping down the street, oblivious to the delightful smells of sweet takoyaki and savoury okonomiyaki wafting out of vendor stalls.<br />
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But he needed a gift and the life of a low-ranking Garlean hoplomachus was not exactly a career path guaranteed to lead to fabulous wealth. Purchasing the first gaudy trinket he could find, he palmed the bronze brooch with its obviously fake sapphire embedded in the center and took a deep breath to steady nerves that buzzed like a swarm of bees erupting from the apiaries of Gridania. He couldn't take a cozy roll in the sheets without payment, no matter how comely his face happened to be.<br />
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A quick brush of one hand over his nose reminded him that his face might not be as lovely as it once was.<br />
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Junki strolled through the streets of the sprawling Kabukicho district, arms folded over his chest beneath the wide sleeves of his haori. What a relief to wear light cotton instead of the heavy chain and plate issued to his platoon; he believed that armor slowed him down, left him feeling like a man trying to fight his way through the sucking bogs of a dreary swamp. Though the city around him was not as bustling as it had been before Garlemald declared occupancy, the Bazaar was still alive with the shrill cries of merchants peddling their wares at the tops of their lungs and childish laughter echoed down the alleys. The saccharine scent of baking pastries filled the air and finally tickled his nose, and Junki closed his eyes a moment to better enjoy the heavenly odour while his feet continued moving on autopilot. <br />
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Salivating and lost in a private reverie, he failed to notice the obstruction in his path and the tall Auri warrior stumbled directly into what felt like the shortest, most fragile lamppost he'd ever encountered.<br />
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<i>What the--?</i> he wondered, emerald eyes popping wide open. Had he walked into a young sapling? By the kami, who would plant a sapling in the middle of the street? His clean-shaven chin tipped down and, with a ready curse springing to his lips and confusion doing the backstroke across his face, he gazed down at the object that had tripped him up. The epithets died before they could escape his mouth.<br />
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It wasn't a pole. Wasn't a pillar. Wasn't a tree.<br />
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It was a person.<br />
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An Auri female, to be exact with small ivory horns that sloped back from her head. Dainty as the elaborate porcelain dolls sold in the finest shops of the city, she was no statuesque goddess, but her lack of height didn't detract from the grace and self-possessed aura with which she seemed to carry herself. She peered up at him from beneath a curtain of thick hair, darker than a crow's wing and straight as a Garlean road. He guessed she stood no more than 1½ yalms high.<br />
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Junki's mouth, which had previously been drooling at the notion of tasting one of the plum pastries that tantalized his nose, went dry.<br />
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Almond-shaped and tilted up at the corners, wide eyes dominated her vulpine face. The right was grey as gathering storm clouds, but the left... the left boasted a limbal ring that glimmered silver in the sunshine like the edge of a freshly-honed blade. She had the look of the fox spirits revered at the Wakamiya Inari shrine with a face that was wider at the forehead and steadily narrowed down to a pointed little chin, and her pale peach complexion had the warrior wondering if she tasted as sweet as she looked. A tiny mouth with full red lips curved up in a tight, knowing smile.<br />
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His hands twitched at his sides, itching to reach out and sample the curves hidden beneath the pristine white hakui and the blood-red hakama. <br />
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<i>Wait... Hakui... hakama...</i> As Junki completed his perusal of the young woman, she nodded to him, still wearing that odd little grin that seemed to say, "I know something you don't know" in a silent sing-song. Turning her back on him before he could speak, before he could apologize for bumbling into her like a clumsy oaf, the miko lost herself in the market crowd pushing in on them from all sides. She slipped away, graceful as a swan gliding across the waters of a lake and it was only then that the warrior noticed something felt a bit off.<br />
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He was a tiny bit lighter on his feet.<br />
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Opening his hands and staring down at his empty palms, he made an unpleasant discovery: that damned shrine maiden stole his brooch!<br />
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===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Biography</div>===<br />
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====<div style="padding:0px 20px; font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">1560</div>====<br />
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=====<div style="padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Childhood</div>=====<br />
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:: <i>WIP.</i><br />
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=====<div style="padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Teenage</div>=====<br />
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:: <i>WIP.</i><br />
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====<div style="padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">1577-Present</div>====<br />
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:: <i>WIP.</i><br />
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(... ''This page is currently under construction. Please check back later. Also, please see @auriren.tumblr.com for Renge's poetry and other works''.)<br />
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===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Miscellaneous</div>===<br />
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''Some of these rumors are untrue or are greatly exaggerated. Please feel free to add your own rumors under PC!''<br />
<div style="border:0px solid; padding:8px;"><b><br />
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<div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;"><center>''RELATIONS''</center></div></span></h3><br />
: <center><font style="color:#F02311;" size="3">♥</font> Romantic Interest&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font> Platonic Love &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> Good Standing&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; <font style="color:#C24640;" size="3">●</font> Poor Standing</center><br />
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: <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font> <br />
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: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Kara Iriq]] : One of Renge's more interesting customers, he crashed into her apothecary and demanded that she brew for him a poison with a rather specific set of effects after hearing a rumour regarding an adventurous alchemist in Pearl Lane. This stoic, taciturn Xaela managed to drag her into the hazardous underworld of the Glass Network and wound up turning her life on its ear. The pair of them struck a deal and now Kara has a jovial, snarky sidekick. She stands in for his missing left hand.<br />
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: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> <br />
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===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Family Matters</div>===<br />
<b>Relatives:</b><br />
<br />
<b>Father:</b> 若宮の靖. <br>Wakamiya no Yasushi.<br />
<br />
<b>Mother:</b> 若宮の綾子 <i>née</i> 森丘. <br>Wakamiya no Ayako <i>née</i> Morioka.<br />
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<b>Paternal:</b><br />
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<b>Grandfather:</b> 若宮の真. <br>Wakamiya no Makoto.<br />
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<b>Grandmother:</b> 若宮の紫 <i>née</i> 相馬. <br>Wakamiya no Murasaki <i>née</i> Sōma.<br />
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<b>Maternal:</b><br />
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<b>Grandfather:</b> 森丘の博信. <br>Morioka no Hironobu.<br />
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<b>Grandmother:</b> 森丘の裕子 <i>née</i> 今川. <br>Morioka no Yuuko <i>née</i> Imagawa.<br />
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Though she comes from an extensive family tree with numerous branches, the majority of her relatives have been listed as "deceased." Most of the deaths have been ruled accidental and whispers abounded in Doma that the Wakamiya line was cursed.<br />
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===<div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Gallery</div>===<br />
<center><br />
<gallery><br />
<i>WIP.</i><br />
</gallery><br />
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===<div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Footnotes</div>===<br />
<br />
: '''TV Tropes''': [http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/AbusiveParents Abusive Parents] [http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/ArchnemesisDad Archnemesis Dad] [http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/TheClan The Clan] <br />
[http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/YouAreAlreadyDead You are Already Dead] [http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/MartialArtsAndCrafts Martial Arts and Crafts]<br />
[http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/PressurePoint Pressure Point]<br />
[http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/AwLookTheyReallyDoLoveEachOther Aw, Look]<br />
[http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/LoveAtFirstPunch Love at First Punch]<br />
[http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/Miko Miko]<br></div>Wakamiya no Rengehttps://wiki.ffxiv-roleplayers.com/index.php?title=User:Wakamiya_no_Renge&diff=183009User:Wakamiya no Renge2016-06-24T18:03:35Z<p>Wakamiya no Renge: </p>
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<div>{{Infobox-character<br />
| name = 若宮の蓮華 <br />
Wakamiya no Renge<br />
| image = Renge-1.png<br />
| imagewidth = <br />
| gender = Female.<br />
| citizenship = Doman refugee.<br />
| race = Au Ra.<br />
| clan = Raen.<br />
| stat_1 = Age<br />
| stat_1_value = 19.<br />
| stat_2 = Marital Status<br />
| stat_2_value = Single.<br />
| stat_3 = Occupation<br />
| stat_3_value = Alchemist.<br />
Shrine maiden.<br />
<br />
Assassin.<br />
<br />
Poet.<br />
| stat_4 = Height/Weight<br />
| stat_4_value = 4'9"/109lbs.<br />
| stat_5 = Orientation<br />
| stat_5_value = Heterosexual.<br />
| stat_6 = Nameday<br />
| stat_6_value = 14th Sun of the 3rd Umbral Moon<br />
}}<br />
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'''Wakamiya no Renge''' (pronounced <i>wah-kah-mee-yah noh rehn-geh</i>) is a Doman refugee who fled the massacre perpetrated by the Garlean Empire during the rebellion. One of the last to escape her family's ancient shrine in the southern peaks of Doma, she came to Ul'dah and put her lesser known talents to work. Renge spent her first few months under the Monetarists' rule taking any odd jobs people were willing to give her and picking pockets when hunger forced her hand. After scrimping and saving for a little over a year, she managed to open up a tiny apothecary in Pearl Lane, but an unfortunate attack on her life ruined all her hard work. Once more, she finds herself living as a nomad and traveling around Eorzea, experiencing all this new world has to offer her.<br />
<br />
<br />
===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Basic Info</div>===<br />
<b>Blood Type:</b> O.<br />
<br />
Positive Traits for Blood Type:<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Confident.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Self-determined.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Optimistic.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Strong-willed.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Intuitive.<br />
<br />
Negative Traits for Blood Type: <br />
: <font style="color:#DFD59E;" size="3">■</font> Self-centered.<br />
: <font style="color:#DFD59E;" size="3">■</font> Cold.<br />
: <font style="color:#DFD59E;" size="3">■</font> Doubtful.<br />
: <font style="color:#DFD59E;" size="3">■</font> Unpredictable.<br />
: <font style="color:#DFD59E;" size="3">■</font> Workaholic.<br />
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<table style="position:center;" width="75%"><br />
<tr><br />
<td style="vertical-align: top;font-size:9pt;font-family:Helvetica;"><h3><br />
<div style="padding:10px 35px;background: #ECCA67;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;"><center>''LIKES''</center></div></h3><br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Rainy, cloudy days.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Music. She enjoys playing her koto.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> People watching.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Silence.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Books, particularly poetry anthologies. <br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Games, especially mazes and riddles.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Doman plums.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Hot tea, sweetened or otherwise flavoured.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Heights.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Stargazing.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Hair.<br />
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<td style="vertical-align: top;font-size:9pt;font-family:Helvetica;"><h3><span class="mw-headline"><br />
<div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #DFD59E;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;"><center>''DISLIKES''</center></div></span></h3><br />
<br />
: <font style="color:#DFD59E;" size="3">■</font> Cold weather.<br />
: <font style="color:#DFD59E;" size="3">■</font> Garleans.<br />
: <font style="color:#DFD59E;" size="3">■</font> Spiders.<br />
: <font style="color:#DFD59E;" size="3">■</font> Lemons.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Nosy people.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Foolish people.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> The snooty attitudes of the Monetarists.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> People who demand respect without first earning it.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Entitled people.<br />
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<div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #CACFA5;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;"><center>''OTHER''</center></div></span></h3><br />
<br />
: <font style="color:#CACFA5;" size="3">■</font> <b>Alignment:</b> Chaotic Neutral.<br />
: <font style="color:#CACFA5;" size="3">■</font> <b>Vice(s):</b> Sweets. Cakes, pies, pastries, puddings, she loves them all.<br />
: <font style="color:#CACFA5;" size="3">■</font> <b>Favorite Food:</b> [http://xivdb.com/item/12870/Snurbleberry+Tart Snurbleberry Tarts] <br />
[http://xivdb.com/item/12852/Almond+Cream+Croissant Almond Cream Croissants]<br />
<br />
[http://xivdb.com/item/4744/Sweet+Rice+Cake Sweet Rice Cakes]<br />
: <font style="color:#CACFA5;" size="3">■</font> <b>Favorite Drink:</b> [http://xivdb.com/item/12843/Frozen+Spirits Frozen Spirits]<br />
[http://xivdb.com/item/14134/Spiced+Cider Spiced Cider]<br />
<br />
[http://xivdb.com/item/4750/Mulled+Tea Mulled Tea]<br />
: <font style="color:#CACFA5;" size="3">■</font> <b>Favorite Colour(s):</b> Violet and grey.<br />
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===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Appearance & Personality</div>===<br />
: <i>WIP.</i><br />
<br />
===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Biography</div>===<br />
<br />
====<div style="padding:0px 20px; font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">1560</div>====<br />
<br />
=====<div style="padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Childhood</div>=====<br />
<br />
:: <i>WIP.</i><br />
<br />
=====<div style="padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Teenage</div>=====<br />
<br />
:: <i>WIP.</i><br />
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====<div style="padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">1577-Present</div>====<br />
<br />
:: <i>WIP.</i><br />
<br />
(... ''This page is currently under construction. Please check back later. Also, please see @auriren.tumblr.com for Renge's poetry and other works''.)<br />
<br />
===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Miscellaneous</div>===<br />
<table style="position:center;" width="100%"><br />
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<td style="vertical-align: top;width:50%;padding-right:10px; font-size:9pt;font-family:Helvetica;"><h3><span class="mw-headline"><br />
<div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;"><center>''RUMORS''</center></div></span></h3><br />
''Some of these rumors are untrue or are greatly exaggerated. Please feel free to add your own rumors under PC!''<br />
<div style="border:0px solid; padding:8px;"><b><br />
<div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #90AB76;">◢ Common Rumors (Easily overheard)</div></b><br />
: <font style="color:#90AB76;" size="3">■</font> <br />
: <font style="color:#90AB76;" size="3">■</font> <br />
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<b><div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #F37E1D;">◢ Moderate Rumors (Moderately difficult to overhear)</div></b><br />
: <font style="color:#F37E1D;" size="3">■</font> <br />
: <font style="color:#F37E1D;" size="3">■</font> <br />
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<b><div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #D83018;">◢ Rare Rumors (Very difficult or rarely overheard)</div></b><br />
: <font style="color:#D83018;" size="3">■</font> <br />
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<b><div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #aac5b4;">◢ PC Rumors (Rumors from the character's of other players)</div></b><br />
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<div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;"><center>''RELATIONS''</center></div></span></h3><br />
: <center><font style="color:#F02311;" size="3">♥</font> Romantic Interest&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font> Platonic Love &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> Good Standing&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; <font style="color:#C24640;" size="3">●</font> Poor Standing</center><br />
<br />
: <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font> <br />
<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Kara Iriq]] : One of Renge's more interesting customers, he crashed into her apothecary and demanded that she brew for him a poison with a rather specific set of effects after hearing a rumour regarding an adventurous alchemist in Pearl Lane. This stoic, taciturn Xaela managed to drag her into the hazardous underworld of the Glass Network and wound up turning her life on its ear. The pair of them struck a deal and now Kara has a jovial, snarky sidekick. She stands in for his missing left hand.<br />
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: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> <br />
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===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Family Matters</div>===<br />
<b>Relatives:</b><br />
<br />
<b>Father:</b> 若宮の靖. <br>Wakamiya no Yasushi.<br />
<br />
<b>Mother:</b> 若宮の綾子 <i>née</i> 森丘. <br>Wakamiya no Ayako <i>née</i> Morioka.<br />
<br />
<b>Paternal:</b><br />
<br />
<b>Grandfather:</b> 若宮の真. <br>Wakamiya no Makoto.<br />
<br />
<b>Grandmother:</b> 若宮の紫 <i>née</i> 相馬. <br>Wakamiya no Murasaki <i>née</i> Sōma.<br />
<br />
<b>Maternal:</b><br />
<br />
<b>Grandfather:</b> 森丘の博信. <br>Morioka no Hironobu.<br />
<br />
<b>Grandmother:</b> 森丘の裕子 <i>née</i> 今川. <br>Morioka no Yuuko <i>née</i> Imagawa.<br />
<br />
Though she comes from an extensive family tree with numerous branches, the majority of her relatives have been listed as "deceased." Most of the deaths have been ruled accidental and whispers abounded in Doma that the Wakamiya line was cursed.<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
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===<div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Gallery</div>===<br />
<center><br />
<gallery><br />
<i>WIP.</i><br />
</gallery><br />
<br />
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===<div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Footnotes</div>===<br />
<br />
: '''TV Tropes''': [http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/AbusiveParents Abusive Parents] [http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/ArchnemesisDad Archnemesis Dad] [http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/TheClan The Clan] <br />
[http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/YouAreAlreadyDead You are Already Dead] [http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/MartialArtsAndCrafts Martial Arts and Crafts]<br />
[http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/PressurePoint Pressure Point]<br />
[http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/AwLookTheyReallyDoLoveEachOther Aw, Look]<br />
[http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/LoveAtFirstPunch Love at First Punch]<br></div>Wakamiya no Rengehttps://wiki.ffxiv-roleplayers.com/index.php?title=User:Wakamiya_no_Renge&diff=183008User:Wakamiya no Renge2016-06-24T17:44:25Z<p>Wakamiya no Renge: </p>
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<div>{{Infobox-character<br />
| name = 若宮の蓮華 <br />
Wakamiya no Renge<br />
| image = Renge-1.png<br />
| imagewidth = <br />
| gender = Female.<br />
| citizenship = Doman refugee.<br />
| race = Au Ra.<br />
| clan = Raen.<br />
| stat_1 = Age<br />
| stat_1_value = 19.<br />
| stat_2 = Marital Status<br />
| stat_2_value = Single.<br />
| stat_3 = Occupation<br />
| stat_3_value = Alchemist.<br />
Shrine maiden.<br />
<br />
Assassin.<br />
<br />
Poet.<br />
| stat_4 = Height/Weight<br />
| stat_4_value = 4'9"/109lbs.<br />
| stat_5 = Orientation<br />
| stat_5_value = Heterosexual.<br />
| stat_6 = Nameday<br />
| stat_6_value = 14th Sun of the 3rd Umbral Moon<br />
}}<br />
<br />
'''Wakamiya no Renge''' (pronounced <i>wah-kah-mee-yah noh rehn-geh</i>) is a Doman refugee who fled the massacre perpetrated by the Garlean Empire during the rebellion. One of the last to escape her family's ancient shrine in the southern peaks of Doma, she came to Ul'dah and put her lesser known talents to work. Renge spent her first few months under the Monetarists' rule taking any odd jobs people were willing to give her and picking pockets when hunger forced her hand. After scrimping and saving for a little over a year, she managed to open up a tiny apothecary in Pearl Lane, but an unfortunate attack on her life ruined all her hard work. Once more, she finds herself living as a nomad and traveling around Eorzea, experiencing all this new world has to offer her.<br />
<br />
<br />
===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Basic Info</div>===<br />
<b>Blood Type:</b> O.<br />
<br />
Positive Traits for Blood Type:<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Confident.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Self-determined.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Optimistic.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Strong-willed.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Intuitive.<br />
<br />
Negative Traits for Blood Type: <br />
: <font style="color:#DFD59E;" size="3">■</font> Self-centered.<br />
: <font style="color:#DFD59E;" size="3">■</font> Cold.<br />
: <font style="color:#DFD59E;" size="3">■</font> Doubtful.<br />
: <font style="color:#DFD59E;" size="3">■</font> Unpredictable.<br />
: <font style="color:#DFD59E;" size="3">■</font> Workaholic.<br />
<br />
<table style="position:center;" width="75%"><br />
<tr><br />
<td style="vertical-align: top;font-size:9pt;font-family:Helvetica;"><h3><br />
<div style="padding:10px 35px;background: #ECCA67;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;"><center>''LIKES''</center></div></h3><br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Rainy, cloudy days.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Music. She enjoys playing her koto.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> People watching.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Silence.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Books, particularly poetry anthologies. <br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Games, especially mazes and riddles.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Doman plums.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Hot tea, sweetened or otherwise flavoured.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Heights.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Stargazing.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Hair.<br />
<br />
<td style="vertical-align: top;font-size:9pt;font-family:Helvetica;"><h3><span class="mw-headline"><br />
<div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #DFD59E;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;"><center>''DISLIKES''</center></div></span></h3><br />
<br />
: <font style="color:#DFD59E;" size="3">■</font> Cold weather.<br />
: <font style="color:#DFD59E;" size="3">■</font> Garleans.<br />
: <font style="color:#DFD59E;" size="3">■</font> Spiders.<br />
: <font style="color:#DFD59E;" size="3">■</font> Lemons.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Nosy people.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Foolish people.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> The snooty attitudes of the Monetarists.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> People who demand respect without first earning it.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Entitled people.<br />
<br />
<td style="vertical-align: top;font-size:9pt;font-family:Helvetica;"><h3><span class="mw-headline"><br />
<div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #CACFA5;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;"><center>''OTHER''</center></div></span></h3><br />
<br />
: <font style="color:#CACFA5;" size="3">■</font> <b>Alignment:</b> Chaotic Neutral.<br />
: <font style="color:#CACFA5;" size="3">■</font> <b>Vice(s):</b> Sweets. Cakes, pies, pastries, puddings, she loves them all.<br />
: <font style="color:#CACFA5;" size="3">■</font> <b>Favorite Food:</b> [http://xivdb.com/item/12870/Snurbleberry+Tart Snurbleberry Tarts] <br />
[http://xivdb.com/item/12852/Almond+Cream+Croissant Almond Cream Croissants]<br />
<br />
[http://xivdb.com/item/4744/Sweet+Rice+Cake Sweet Rice Cakes]<br />
: <font style="color:#CACFA5;" size="3">■</font> <b>Favorite Drink:</b> [http://xivdb.com/item/12843/Frozen+Spirits Frozen Spirits]<br />
[http://xivdb.com/item/14134/Spiced+Cider Spiced Cider]<br />
<br />
[http://xivdb.com/item/4750/Mulled+Tea Mulled Tea]<br />
: <font style="color:#CACFA5;" size="3">■</font> <b>Favorite Colour(s):</b> Violet and grey.<br />
<br />
</tr></table><br />
<br />
===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Appearance & Personality</div>===<br />
: <i>WIP.</i><br />
<br />
===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Biography</div>===<br />
<br />
====<div style="padding:0px 20px; font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">1560</div>====<br />
<br />
=====<div style="padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Childhood</div>=====<br />
<br />
:: <i>WIP.</i><br />
<br />
=====<div style="padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Teenage</div>=====<br />
<br />
:: <i>WIP.</i><br />
<br />
====<div style="padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">1577-Present</div>====<br />
<br />
:: <i>WIP.</i><br />
<br />
(... ''This page is currently under construction. Please check back later. Also, please see @auriren.tumblr.com for Renge's poetry and other works''.)<br />
<br />
===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Miscellaneous</div>===<br />
<table style="position:center;" width="100%"><br />
<tr><br />
<td style="vertical-align: top;width:50%;padding-right:10px; font-size:9pt;font-family:Helvetica;"><h3><span class="mw-headline"><br />
<div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;"><center>''RUMORS''</center></div></span></h3><br />
''Some of these rumors are untrue or are greatly exaggerated. Please feel free to add your own rumors under PC!''<br />
<div style="border:0px solid; padding:8px;"><b><br />
<div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #90AB76;">◢ Common Rumors (Easily overheard)</div></b><br />
: <font style="color:#90AB76;" size="3">■</font> <br />
: <font style="color:#90AB76;" size="3">■</font> <br />
: <font style="color:#90AB76;" size="3">■</font> <br />
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<b><div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #F37E1D;">◢ Moderate Rumors (Moderately difficult to overhear)</div></b><br />
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: <font style="color:#D83018;" size="3">■</font> <br />
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<b><div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #aac5b4;">◢ PC Rumors (Rumors from the character's of other players)</div></b><br />
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<div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;"><center>''RELATIONS''</center></div></span></h3><br />
: <center><font style="color:#F02311;" size="3">♥</font> Romantic Interest&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font> Platonic Love &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> Good Standing&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; <font style="color:#C24640;" size="3">●</font> Poor Standing</center><br />
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: <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font> <br />
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: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Kara Iriq]] : One of Renge's more interesting customers, he crashed into her apothecary and demanded that she brew for him a poison with a rather specific set of effects after hearing a rumour regarding an adventurous alchemist in Pearl Lane. This stoic, taciturn Xaela managed to drag her into the hazardous underworld of the Glass Network and wound up turning her life on its ear. The pair of them struck a deal and now Kara has a jovial, snarky sidekick. She stands in for his missing left hand.<br />
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===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Family Matters</div>===<br />
<b>Relatives:</b><br />
<br />
<b>Father:</b> 若宮の靖. <br>Wakamiya no Yasushi.<br />
<br />
<b>Mother:</b> 若宮の綾子 <i>née</i> 森丘. <br>Wakamiya no Ayako <i>née</i> Morioka.<br />
<br />
<b>Paternal:</b><br />
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<b>Grandfather:</b> 若宮の真. <br>Wakamiya no Makoto.<br />
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<b>Grandmother:</b> 若宮の紫 <i>née</i> 相馬. <br>Wakamiya no Murasaki <i>née</i> Sōma.<br />
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<b>Maternal:</b><br />
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<b>Grandfather:</b> 森丘の博信. <br>Morioka no Hironobu.<br />
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<b>Grandmother:</b> 森丘の裕子 <i>née</i> 今川. <br>Morioka no Yuuko <i>née</i> Imagawa.<br />
<br />
While she has no siblings, Renge does have plenty of aunts, uncles, and cousins. Whether they still live after the Garlean massacre, she does not know and does not particularly care.<br />
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===<div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Gallery</div>===<br />
<center><br />
<gallery><br />
<i>WIP.</i><br />
</gallery><br />
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===<div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Footnotes</div>===<br />
<br />
: '''TV Tropes''': [http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/AbusiveParents Abusive Parents] [http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/ArchnemesisDad Archnemesis Dad] [http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/TheClan The Clan] <br />
[http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/YouAreAlreadyDead You are Already Dead] [http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/MartialArtsAndCrafts Martial Arts and Crafts]<br />
[http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/PressurePoint Pressure Point]<br />
[http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/AwLookTheyReallyDoLoveEachOther Aw, Look]<br />
[http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/LoveAtFirstPunch Love at First Punch]<br></div>Wakamiya no Rengehttps://wiki.ffxiv-roleplayers.com/index.php?title=File:Renge-1.png&diff=182986File:Renge-1.png2016-06-24T16:15:02Z<p>Wakamiya no Renge: </p>
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<div></div>Wakamiya no Rengehttps://wiki.ffxiv-roleplayers.com/index.php?title=User:Wakamiya_no_Renge&diff=182946User:Wakamiya no Renge2016-06-24T06:35:17Z<p>Wakamiya no Renge: </p>
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<div>{{Infobox-character<br />
| name = 若宮の蓮華 <br />
Wakamiya no Renge<br />
| alias = 連、巫女様 Ren, Miko-sama.<br />
| image = <br />
| imagewidth = 250<br />
| gender = Female.<br />
| citizenship = Doman refugee.<br />
| race = Au Ra.<br />
| clan = Raen.<br />
| stat_1 = Age<br />
| stat_1_value = 19.<br />
| stat_2 = Marital Status<br />
| stat_2_value = Single.<br />
| stat_3 = Occupation<br />
| stat_3_value = Alchemist.<br />
Shrine maiden.<br />
<br />
Assassin.<br />
<br />
Poet.<br />
| stat_4 = Height/Weight<br />
| stat_4_value = 4'9"/109lbs.<br />
| stat_5 = Orientation<br />
| stat_5_value = Heterosexual.<br />
| stat_6 = Relatives<br />
| stat_6_value = <ul><li><b>Father:</b> Wakamiya no Yasushi.</li> <li><b>Mother:</b> Wakamiya no Ayako <i>nee</i> Morioka.</li> <li><b>Uncle:</b> Morioka no Kazuhiko.</li> <li><b>Aunt:</b> Morioka no Hisako.</li> <li><b>Cousin:</b> Morioka no Yoruaki.</li> <li><b>Grandfather:</b> Morioka no Hironobu.</li> <li><b>Grandfather:</b> Wakamiya no Makoto.</li> <li><b>Grandmother:</b> Morioka no Yuuko.</li> <li><b>Grandmother:</b> Wakamiya no Murasaki.</li></ul><br />
}}<br />
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'''Wakamiya no Renge''' (pronounced <i>wah-kah-mee-yah noh rehn-geh</i>) is a Doman refugee who fled the massacre perpetrated by the Garlean Empire during the rebellion. One of the last to escape her family's ancient shrine in the southern peaks of Doma, she came to Ul'dah and put her lesser known talents to work. Renge spent her first few months under the Monetarists' rule taking any odd jobs people were willing to give her and picking pockets when hunger forced her hand. After scrimping and saving for a little over a year, she managed to open up a tiny apothecary in Pearl Lane, but an unfortunate attack on her life ruined all her hard work. Once more, she finds herself living as a nomad and traveling around Eorzea, experiencing all this new world has to offer her.<br />
<br />
<br />
===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Basic Info</div>===<br />
<table style="position:center;" width="75%"><br />
<tr><br />
<td style="vertical-align: top;font-size:9pt;font-family:Helvetica;"><h3><br />
<div style="padding:10px 35px;background: #ECCA67;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;"><center>''LIKES''</center></div></h3><br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Rainy, cloudy days.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Music. She enjoys playing her koto.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> People watching.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Silence.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Books, particularly poetry anthologies. <br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Games, especially mazes and riddles.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Doman plums.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Hot tea, sweetened or otherwise flavoured.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Heights.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Stargazing.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Hair.<br />
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<td style="vertical-align: top;font-size:9pt;font-family:Helvetica;"><h3><span class="mw-headline"><br />
<div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #DFD59E;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;"><center>''DISLIKES''</center></div></span></h3><br />
<br />
: <font style="color:#DFD59E;" size="3">■</font> Cold weather.<br />
: <font style="color:#DFD59E;" size="3">■</font> Garleans.<br />
: <font style="color:#DFD59E;" size="3">■</font> Spiders.<br />
: <font style="color:#DFD59E;" size="3">■</font> Lemons.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Nosy people.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Foolish people.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> The snooty attitudes of the Monetarists.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> People who demand respect without first earning it.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Entitled people.<br />
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<div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #CACFA5;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;"><center>''OTHER''</center></div></span></h3><br />
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: <font style="color:#CACFA5;" size="3">■</font> <b>Alignment:</b> [Chaotic Neutral.]<br />
: <font style="color:#CACFA5;" size="3">■</font> <b>Vice(s):</b> Sweets. Cakes, pies, pastries, puddings, she loves them all.<br />
: <font style="color:#CACFA5;" size="3">■</font> <b>Favorite Food:</b> [http://xivdb.com/item/12870/Snurbleberry+Tart Snurbleberry Tarts] <br />
[http://xivdb.com/item/12852/Almond+Cream+Croissant Almond Cream Croissants]<br />
<br />
[http://xivdb.com/item/4744/Sweet+Rice+Cake Sweet Rice Cakes]<br />
: <font style="color:#CACFA5;" size="3">■</font> <b>Favorite Drink:</b> [http://xivdb.com/item/12843/Frozen+Spirits Frozen Spirits]<br />
[http://xivdb.com/item/14134/Spiced+Cider Spiced Cider]<br />
<br />
[http://xivdb.com/item/4750/Mulled+Tea Mulled Tea]<br />
: <font style="color:#CACFA5;" size="3">■</font> <b>Favorite Colour(s):</b> Violet and grey.<br />
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===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Appearance & Personality</div>===<br />
: <i>WIP.</i><br />
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===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Biography</div>===<br />
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====<div style="padding:0px 20px; font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">1542-1561</div>====<br />
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=====<div style="padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Childhood</div>=====<br />
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:: <i>WIP.</i><br />
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=====<div style="padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Teenage</div>=====<br />
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:: <i>WIP.</i><br />
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====<div style="padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">1561 - 1577</div>====<br />
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:: <i>WIP.</i><br />
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====<div style="padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">1577 - Present</div>====<br />
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(... ''This page is currently under construction. Please check back later. Also, please see @auriren.tumblr.com for Renge's poetry and other works''.)<br />
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===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Miscellaneous</div>===<br />
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<div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;"><center>''RUMORS''</center></div></span></h3><br />
''Some of these rumors are untrue or are greatly exaggerated. Please feel free to add your own rumors under PC!''<br />
<div style="border:0px solid; padding:8px;"><b><br />
<div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #90AB76;">◢ Common Rumors (Easily overheard)</div></b><br />
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<b><div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #aac5b4;">◢ PC Rumors (Rumors from the character's of other players)</div></b><br />
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<div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;"><center>''RELATIONS''</center></div></span></h3><br />
: <center><font style="color:#F02311;" size="3">♥</font> Romantic Interest&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font> Platonic Love &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> Good Standing&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; <font style="color:#C24640;" size="3">●</font> Poor Standing</center><br />
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: <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font> <br />
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: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Kara Iriq]] : One of Renge's more interesting customers, he crashed into her apothecary and demanded that she brew for him a poison with a rather specific set of effects after hearing a rumour regarding an adventurous alchemist in Pearl Lane. This stoic, taciturn Xaela managed to drag her into the hazardous underworld of the Glass Network and wound up turning her life on its ear. The pair of them struck a deal and now Kara has a jovial, snarky sidekick. She stands in for his missing left hand.<br />
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: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> <br />
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===<div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Gallery</div>===<br />
<center><br />
<gallery><br />
<i>WIP.</i><br />
</gallery><br />
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===<div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Footnotes</div>===<br />
<br />
: '''TV Tropes''': [http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/AbusiveParents Abusive Parents] [http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/ArchnemesisDad Archnemesis Dad] [http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/TheClan The Clan] <br />
[http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/YouAreAlreadyDead You are Already Dead] [http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/MartialArtsAndCrafts Martial Arts and Crafts]<br />
[http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/PressurePoint Pressure Point]<br />
[http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/AwLookTheyReallyDoLoveEachOther Aw, Look]<br />
[http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/LoveAtFirstPunch Love at First Punch]<br></div>Wakamiya no Rengehttps://wiki.ffxiv-roleplayers.com/index.php?title=User:Wakamiya_no_Renge&diff=182945User:Wakamiya no Renge2016-06-24T06:21:30Z<p>Wakamiya no Renge: Made the page</p>
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<div>{{Infobox-character<br />
| name = 若宮の蓮華 <br />
Wakamiya no Renge<br />
| alias = 連、巫女様 Ren, Miko-sama.<br />
| image = <br />
| imagewidth = 250<br />
| gender = Female.<br />
| citizenship = Doman refugee.<br />
| race = Au Ra.<br />
| clan = Raen.<br />
| stat_1 = Age<br />
| stat_1_value = 19.<br />
| stat_2 = Marital Status<br />
| stat_2_value = Single.<br />
| stat_3 = Occupation<br />
| stat_3_value = Alchemist.<br />
Shrine maiden.<br />
<br />
Assassin.<br />
<br />
Poet.<br />
| stat_4 = Height/Weight<br />
| stat_4_value = 4'9"/109lbs.<br />
| stat_5 = Orientation<br />
| stat_5_value = Heterosexual.<br />
| stat_6 = Relatives<br />
| stat_6_value = <ul><li><b>Father:</b> Wakamiya no Yasushi.</li> <li><b>Mother:</b> Wakamiya no Ayako <i>nee</i> Morioka.</li> <li><b>Uncle:</b> Morioka no Kazuhiko.</li> <li><b>Aunt:</b> Morioka no Hisako.</li> <li><b>Cousin:</b> Morioka no Yoruaki.</li> <li><b>Grandfather:</b> Morioka no Hironobu.</li> <li><b>Grandfather:</b> Wakamiya no Makoto.</li> <li><b>Grandmother:</b> Morioka no Yuuko.</li> <li><b>Grandmother:</b> Wakamiya no Murasaki.</li></ul><br />
}}<br />
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'''Wakamiya no Renge''' (pronounced <i>wah-kah-mee-yah noh rehn-geh</i>) is a Doman refugee who fled the massacre perpetrated by the Garlean Empire during the rebellion. One of the last to escape her family's ancient shrine in the southern peaks of Doma, she came to Ul'dah and put her lesser known talents to work. Renge spent her first few months under the Monetarists' rule taking any odd jobs people were willing to give her and picking pockets when hunger forced her hand. After scrimping and saving for a little over a year, she managed to open up a tiny apothecary in Pearl Lane, but an unfortunate attack on her life ruined all her hard work. Once more, she finds herself living as a nomad and traveling around Eorzea, experiencing all this new world has to offer her.<br />
<br />
<br />
===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Basic Info</div>===<br />
<table style="position:center;" width="75%"><br />
<tr><br />
<td style="vertical-align: top;font-size:9pt;font-family:Helvetica;"><h3><br />
<div style="padding:10px 35px;background: #ECCA67;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;"><center>''LIKES''</center></div></h3><br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Rainy, cloudy days.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Music. She enjoys playing her koto.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> People watching.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Silence.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Books, particularly poetry anthologies. <br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Games, especially mazes and riddles.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Doman plums.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Hot tea, sweetened or otherwise flavoured.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Heights.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Stargazing.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Hair.<br />
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<td style="vertical-align: top;font-size:9pt;font-family:Helvetica;"><h3><span class="mw-headline"><br />
<div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #DFD59E;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;"><center>''DISLIKES''</center></div></span></h3><br />
<br />
: <font style="color:#DFD59E;" size="3">■</font> Cold weather.<br />
: <font style="color:#DFD59E;" size="3">■</font> Garleans.<br />
: <font style="color:#DFD59E;" size="3">■</font> Spiders.<br />
: <font style="color:#DFD59E;" size="3">■</font> Lemons.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Nosy people.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Foolish people.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> The snooty attitudes of the Monetarists.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> People who demand respect without first earning it.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Entitled people.<br />
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<td style="vertical-align: top;font-size:9pt;font-family:Helvetica;"><h3><span class="mw-headline"><br />
<div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #CACFA5;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;"><center>''OTHER''</center></div></span></h3><br />
<br />
: <font style="color:#CACFA5;" size="3">■</font> <b>Alignment:</b> [Chaotic Neutral.]<br />
: <font style="color:#CACFA5;" size="3">■</font> <b>Vice(s):</b> Sweets. Cakes, pies, pastries, puddings, she loves them all.<br />
: <font style="color:#CACFA5;" size="3">■</font> <b>Favorite Food:</b> [http://xivdb.com/item/12870/Snurbleberry+Tart Snurbleberry Tarts] <br />
[http://xivdb.com/item/12852/Almond+Cream+Croissant Almond Cream Croissants]<br />
<br />
[http://xivdb.com/item/4744/Sweet+Rice+Cake Sweet Rice Cakes]<br />
: <font style="color:#CACFA5;" size="3">■</font> <b>Favorite Drink:</b> [http://xivdb.com/item/12843/Frozen+Spirits Frozen Spirits]<br />
[http://xivdb.com/item/14134/Spiced+Cider Spiced Cider]<br />
<br />
[http://xivdb.com/item/4750/Mulled+Tea Mulled Tea]<br />
: <font style="color:#CACFA5;" size="3">■</font> <b>Favorite Colour(s):</b> Violet and grey.<br />
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===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Appearance & Personality</div>===<br />
: <i>WIP.</i><br />
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===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Biography</div>===<br />
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====<div style="padding:0px 20px; font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">1542-1561</div>====<br />
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=====<div style="padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Childhood</div>=====<br />
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:: <i>WIP.</i><br />
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=====<div style="padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Teenage</div>=====<br />
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:: <i>WIP.</i><br />
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====<div style="padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">1561 - 1577</div>====<br />
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:: <i>WIP.</i><br />
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====<div style="padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">1577 - Present</div>====<br />
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(... ''This page is currently under construction. Please check back later''.)<br />
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===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Miscellaneous</div>===<br />
<table style="position:center;" width="100%"><br />
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<td style="vertical-align: top;width:50%;padding-right:10px; font-size:9pt;font-family:Helvetica;"><h3><span class="mw-headline"><br />
<div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;"><center>''RUMORS''</center></div></span></h3><br />
''Some of these rumors are untrue or are greatly exaggerated. Please feel free to add your own rumors under PC!''<br />
<div style="border:0px solid; padding:8px;"><b><br />
<div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #90AB76;">◢ Common Rumors (Easily overheard)</div></b><br />
: <font style="color:#90AB76;" size="3">■</font> <br />
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: <font style="color:#F37E1D;" size="3">■</font> <br />
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<b><div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #D83018;">◢ Rare Rumors (Very difficult or rarely overheard)</div></b><br />
: <font style="color:#D83018;" size="3">■</font> <br />
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<b><div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #aac5b4;">◢ PC Rumors (Rumors from the character's of other players)</div></b><br />
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<td style="vertical-align: top;width:50%;padding-right:10px; font-size:9pt;font-family:Helvetica;"><h3><span class="mw-headline"><br />
<div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;"><center>''RELATIONS''</center></div></span></h3><br />
: <center><font style="color:#F02311;" size="3">♥</font> Romantic Interest&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font> Platonic Love &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> Good Standing&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; <font style="color:#C24640;" size="3">●</font> Poor Standing</center><br />
<br />
: <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font> <br />
<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Kara Iriq]] : One of Renge's more interesting customers, he crashed into her apothecary and demanded that she brew for him a poison with a rather specific set of effects after hearing a rumour regarding an adventurous alchemist in Pearl Lane. This stoic, taciturn Xaela managed to drag her into the hazardous underworld of the Glass Network and wound up turning her life on its ear. The pair of them struck a deal and now Kara has a jovial, snarky sidekick. She stands in for his missing left hand.<br />
<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> <br />
</tr></table><br />
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===<div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Gallery</div>===<br />
<center><br />
<gallery><br />
<i>WIP.</i><br />
</gallery><br />
<br />
<br />
===<div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Footnotes</div>===<br />
<br />
: '''TV Tropes''': [http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/AbusiveParents Abusive Parents] [http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/ArchnemesisDad Archnemesis Dad] [http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/TheClan The Clan] <br />
[http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/YouAreAlreadyDead You are Already Dead] [http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/MartialArtsAndCrafts Martial Arts and Crafts]<br />
[http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/PressurePoint Pressure Point]<br />
[http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/AwLookTheyReallyDoLoveEachOther Aw, Look]<br />
[http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/LoveAtFirstPunch Love at First Punch]<br></div>Wakamiya no Rengehttps://wiki.ffxiv-roleplayers.com/index.php?title=Renge_Wakamiya&diff=182943Renge Wakamiya2016-06-24T06:14:43Z<p>Wakamiya no Renge: </p>
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<div>{{Infobox-character<br />
| name = 若宮の蓮華 <br />
Wakamiya no Renge<br />
| alias = 連、巫女様 Ren, Miko-sama.<br />
| image = <br />
| imagewidth = 250<br />
| gender = Female.<br />
| citizenship = Doman refugee.<br />
| race = Au Ra.<br />
| clan = Raen.<br />
| stat_1 = Age<br />
| stat_1_value = 19.<br />
| stat_2 = Marital Status<br />
| stat_2_value = Single.<br />
| stat_3 = Occupation<br />
| stat_3_value = Alchemist.<br />
Shrine maiden.<br />
<br />
Assassin.<br />
<br />
Poet.<br />
| stat_4 = Height/Weight<br />
| stat_4_value = 4'9"/109lbs.<br />
| stat_5 = Orientation<br />
| stat_5_value = Heterosexual.<br />
| stat_6 = Relatives<br />
| stat_6_value = <ul><li><b>Father:</b> Wakamiya no Yasushi.</li> <li><b>Mother:</b> Wakamiya no Ayako <i>nee</i> Morioka.</li> <li><b>Uncle:</b> Morioka no Kazuhiko.</li> <li><b>Aunt:</b> Morioka no Hisako.</li> <li><b>Cousin:</b> Morioka no Yoruaki.</li> <li><b>Grandfather:</b> Morioka no Hironobu.</li> <li><b>Grandfather:</b> Wakamiya no Makoto.</li> <li><b>Grandmother:</b> Morioka no Yuuko.</li> <li><b>Grandmother:</b> Wakamiya no Murasaki.</li></ul><br />
}}<br />
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'''Wakamiya no Renge''' (pronounced <i>wah-kah-mee-yah noh rehn-geh</i>) is a Doman refugee who fled the massacre perpetrated by the Garlean Empire during the rebellion. One of the last to escape her family's ancient shrine in the southern peaks of Doma, she came to Ul'dah and put her lesser known talents to work. Renge spent her first few months under the Monetarists' rule taking any odd jobs people were willing to give her and picking pockets when hunger forced her hand. After scrimping and saving for a little over a year, she managed to open up a tiny apothecary in Pearl Lane, but an unfortunate attack on her life ruined all her hard work. Once more, she finds herself living as a nomad and traveling around Eorzea, experiencing all this new world has to offer her.<br />
<br />
<br />
===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Basic Info</div>===<br />
<table style="position:center;" width="75%"><br />
<tr><br />
<td style="vertical-align: top;font-size:9pt;font-family:Helvetica;"><h3><br />
<div style="padding:10px 35px;background: #ECCA67;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;"><center>''LIKES''</center></div></h3><br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Rainy, cloudy days.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Music. She enjoys playing her koto.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> People watching.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Silence.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Books, particularly poetry anthologies. <br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Games, especially mazes and riddles.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Doman plums.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Hot tea, sweetened or otherwise flavoured.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Heights.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Stargazing.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Hair.<br />
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<td style="vertical-align: top;font-size:9pt;font-family:Helvetica;"><h3><span class="mw-headline"><br />
<div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #DFD59E;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;"><center>''DISLIKES''</center></div></span></h3><br />
<br />
: <font style="color:#DFD59E;" size="3">■</font> Cold weather.<br />
: <font style="color:#DFD59E;" size="3">■</font> Garleans.<br />
: <font style="color:#DFD59E;" size="3">■</font> Spiders.<br />
: <font style="color:#DFD59E;" size="3">■</font> Lemons.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Nosy people.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Foolish people.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> The snooty attitudes of the Monetarists.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> People who demand respect without first earning it.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Entitled people.<br />
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<td style="vertical-align: top;font-size:9pt;font-family:Helvetica;"><h3><span class="mw-headline"><br />
<div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #CACFA5;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;"><center>''OTHER''</center></div></span></h3><br />
<br />
: <font style="color:#CACFA5;" size="3">■</font> <b>Alignment:</b> [Chaotic Neutral.]<br />
: <font style="color:#CACFA5;" size="3">■</font> <b>Vice(s):</b> Sweets. Cakes, pies, pastries, puddings, she loves them all.<br />
: <font style="color:#CACFA5;" size="3">■</font> <b>Favorite Food:</b> [http://xivdb.com/item/12870/Snurbleberry+Tart Snurbleberry Tarts] <br />
[http://xivdb.com/item/12852/Almond+Cream+Croissant Almond Cream Croissants]<br />
<br />
[http://xivdb.com/item/4744/Sweet+Rice+Cake Sweet Rice Cakes]<br />
: <font style="color:#CACFA5;" size="3">■</font> <b>Favorite Drink:</b> [http://xivdb.com/item/12843/Frozen+Spirits Frozen Spirits]<br />
[http://xivdb.com/item/14134/Spiced+Cider Spiced Cider]<br />
<br />
[http://xivdb.com/item/4750/Mulled+Tea Mulled Tea]<br />
: <font style="color:#CACFA5;" size="3">■</font> <b>Favorite Colour(s):</b> Violet and grey.<br />
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</tr></table><br />
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===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Appearance & Personality</div>===<br />
: <i>WIP.</i><br />
<br />
===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Biography</div>===<br />
<br />
====<div style="padding:0px 20px; font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">1542-1561</div>====<br />
<br />
=====<div style="padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Childhood</div>=====<br />
<br />
:: <i>WIP.</i><br />
<br />
=====<div style="padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Teenage</div>=====<br />
<br />
:: <i>WIP.</i><br />
<br />
====<div style="padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">1561 - 1577</div>====<br />
<br />
:: <i>WIP.</i><br />
<br />
====<div style="padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">1577 - Present</div>====<br />
<br />
(... ''This page is currently under construction. Please check back later''.)<br />
<br />
===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Miscellaneous</div>===<br />
<table style="position:center;" width="100%"><br />
<tr><br />
<td style="vertical-align: top;width:50%;padding-right:10px; font-size:9pt;font-family:Helvetica;"><h3><span class="mw-headline"><br />
<div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;"><center>''RUMORS''</center></div></span></h3><br />
''Some of these rumors are untrue or are greatly exaggerated. Please feel free to add your own rumors under PC!''<br />
<div style="border:0px solid; padding:8px;"><b><br />
<div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #90AB76;">◢ Common Rumors (Easily overheard)</div></b><br />
: <font style="color:#90AB76;" size="3">■</font> <br />
: <font style="color:#90AB76;" size="3">■</font> <br />
: <font style="color:#90AB76;" size="3">■</font> <br />
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<b><div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #F37E1D;">◢ Moderate Rumors (Moderately difficult to overhear)</div></b><br />
: <font style="color:#F37E1D;" size="3">■</font> <br />
: <font style="color:#F37E1D;" size="3">■</font> <br />
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<b><div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #D83018;">◢ Rare Rumors (Very difficult or rarely overheard)</div></b><br />
: <font style="color:#D83018;" size="3">■</font> <br />
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<b><div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #aac5b4;">◢ PC Rumors (Rumors from the character's of other players)</div></b><br />
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<td style="vertical-align: top;width:50%;padding-right:10px; font-size:9pt;font-family:Helvetica;"><h3><span class="mw-headline"><br />
<div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;"><center>''RELATIONS''</center></div></span></h3><br />
: <center><font style="color:#F02311;" size="3">♥</font> Romantic Interest&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font> Platonic Love &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> Good Standing&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; <font style="color:#C24640;" size="3">●</font> Poor Standing</center><br />
<br />
: <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font> <br />
<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Kara Iriq]] : One of Renge's more interesting customers, he crashed into her apothecary and demanded that she brew for him a poison with a rather specific set of effects after hearing a rumour regarding an adventurous alchemist in Pearl Lane. This stoic, taciturn Xaela managed to drag her into the hazardous underworld of the Glass Network and wound up turning her life on its ear. The pair of them struck a deal and now Kara has a jovial, snarky sidekick. She stands in for his missing left hand.<br />
<br />
: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> <br />
</tr></table><br />
<br />
===<div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Gallery</div>===<br />
<center><br />
<gallery><br />
<i>WIP.</i><br />
</gallery><br />
<br />
<br />
===<div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Footnotes</div>===<br />
<br />
: '''TV Tropes''': [http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/AbusiveParents Abusive Parents] [http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/ArchnemesisDad Archnemesis Dad] [http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/TheClan The Clan] <br />
[http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/YouAreAlreadyDead You are Already Dead] [http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/MartialArtsAndCrafts Martial Arts and Crafts]<br />
[http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/PressurePoint Pressure Point]<br />
[http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/AwLookTheyReallyDoLoveEachOther Aw, Look]<br />
[http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/LoveAtFirstPunch Love at First Punch]<br></div>Wakamiya no Rengehttps://wiki.ffxiv-roleplayers.com/index.php?title=Renge_Wakamiya&diff=182942Renge Wakamiya2016-06-24T06:13:42Z<p>Wakamiya no Renge: Created page with "{{Infobox-character | name = 若宮の蓮華 Wakamiya no Renge | alias = 連、巫女様 Ren, Miko-sama. | image = | imagewidth = 250 | gender = Female. | citizenship..."</p>
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<div>{{Infobox-character<br />
| name = 若宮の蓮華 <br />
Wakamiya no Renge<br />
| alias = 連、巫女様 Ren, Miko-sama.<br />
| image = <br />
| imagewidth = 250<br />
| gender = Female.<br />
| citizenship = Doman refugee.<br />
| race = Au Ra.<br />
| clan = Raen.<br />
| stat_1 = Age<br />
| stat_1_value = 19.<br />
| stat_2 = Marital Status<br />
| stat_2_value = Single.<br />
| stat_3 = Occupation<br />
| stat_3_value = Alchemist.<br />
Shrine maiden.<br />
<br />
Assassin.<br />
<br />
Poet.<br />
| stat_4 = Height/Weight<br />
| stat_4_value = 4'9"/109lbs.<br />
| stat_5 = Orientation<br />
| stat_5_value = Heterosexual.<br />
| stat_6 = Relatives<br />
| stat_6_value = <ul><li><b>Father:</b> Wakamiya no Yasushi.</li> <li><b>Mother:</b> Wakamiya no Ayako <i>nee</i> Morioka.</li> <li><b>Uncle:</b> Morioka no Kazuhiko.</li> <li><b>Aunt:</b> Morioka no Hisako.</li> <li><b>Cousin:</b> Morioka no Yoruaki.</li> <li><b>Grandfather:</b> Morioka no Hironobu.</li> <li><b>Grandfather:</b> Wakamiya no Makoto.</li> <li><b>Grandmother:</b> Morioka no Yuuko.</li> <li><b>Grandmother:</b> Wakamiya no Murasaki.</li></ul><br />
}}<br />
<br />
'''Wakamiya no Renge''' (pronounced <i>wah-kah-mee-yah noh rehn-geh</i>) is a Doman refugee who fled the massacre perpetrated by the Garlean Empire during the rebellion. One of the last to escape her family's ancient shrine in the southern peaks of Doma, she came to Ul'dah and put her lesser known talents to work. Renge spent her first few months under the Monetarists' rule taking any odd jobs people were willing to give her and picking pockets when hunger forced her hand. After scrimping and saving for a little over a year, she managed to open up a tiny apothecary in Pearl Lane, but an unfortunate attack on her life ruined all her hard work. Once more, she finds herself living as a nomad and traveling around Eorzea, experiencing all this new world has to offer her.<br />
<br />
<br />
===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Basic Info</div>===<br />
<table style="position:center;" width="75%"><br />
<tr><br />
<td style="vertical-align: top;font-size:9pt;font-family:Helvetica;"><h3><br />
<div style="padding:10px 35px;background: #ECCA67;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;"><center>''LIKES''</center></div></h3><br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Rainy, cloudy days.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Music. She enjoys playing her koto.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> People watching.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Silence.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Books, particularly poetry anthologies. <br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Games, especially mazes and riddles.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Doman plums.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Hot tea, sweetened or otherwise flavoured.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Heights.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Stargazing.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Hair.<br />
<br />
<td style="vertical-align: top;font-size:9pt;font-family:Helvetica;"><h3><span class="mw-headline"><br />
<div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #DFD59E;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;"><center>''DISLIKES''</center></div></span></h3><br />
<br />
: <font style="color:#DFD59E;" size="3">■</font> Cold weather.<br />
: <font style="color:#DFD59E;" size="3">■</font> Garleans.<br />
: <font style="color:#DFD59E;" size="3">■</font> Spiders.<br />
: <font style="color:#DFD59E;" size="3">■</font> Lemons.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Nosy people.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Foolish people.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> The snooty attitudes of the Monetarists.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> People who demand respect without first earning it.<br />
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Entitled people.<br />
<br />
<td style="vertical-align: top;font-size:9pt;font-family:Helvetica;"><h3><span class="mw-headline"><br />
<div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #CACFA5;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;"><center>''OTHER''</center></div></span></h3><br />
<br />
: <font style="color:#CACFA5;" size="3">■</font> <b>Alignment:</b> [Chaotic Neutral.]<br />
: <font style="color:#CACFA5;" size="3">■</font> <b>Vice(s):</b> Sweets. Cakes, pies, pastries, puddings, she loves them all.<br />
: <font style="color:#CACFA5;" size="3">■</font> <b>Favorite Food:</b> [http://xivdb.com/item/12870/Snurbleberry+Tart Snurbleberry Tarts] <br />
[http://xivdb.com/item/12852/Almond+Cream+Croissant Almond Cream Croissants]<br />
<br />
[http://xivdb.com/item/4744/Sweet+Rice+Cake Sweet Rice Cakes]<br />
: <font style="color:#CACFA5;" size="3">■</font> <b>Favorite Drink:</b> [http://xivdb.com/item/12843/Frozen+Spirits Frozen Spirits]<br />
[http://xivdb.com/item/14134/Spiced+Cider Spiced Cider]<br />
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[http://xivdb.com/item/4750/Mulled+Tea Mulled Tea]<br />
: <font style="color:#CACFA5;" size="3">■</font> <b>Favorite Colour(s):</b> Violet and grey.<br />
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====<div style="padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">1561 - 1577</div>====<br />
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====<div style="padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">1577 - Present</div>====<br />
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(... ''Backstory RP currently in progress, will update as it continues''.)<br />
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''Some of these rumors are untrue or are greatly exaggerated. Please feel free to add your own rumors under PC!''<br />
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: <center><font style="color:#F02311;" size="3">♥</font> Romantic Interest&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font> Platonic Love &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> Good Standing&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; <font style="color:#C24640;" size="3">●</font> Poor Standing</center><br />
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: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Kara Iriq]] : One of Renge's more interesting customers, he crashed into her apothecary and demanded that she brew for him a poison with a rather specific set of effects after hearing a rumour regarding an adventurous alchemist in Pearl Lane. This stoic, taciturn Xaela managed to drag her into the hazardous underworld of the Glass Network and wound up turning her life on its ear. The pair of them struck a deal and now Kara has a jovial, snarky sidekick. She stands in for his missing left hand.<br />
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===<div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Footnotes</div>===<br />
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: '''TV Tropes''': [http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/AbusiveParents Abusive Parents] [http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/ArchnemesisDad Archnemesis Dad] [http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/TheClan The Clan] <br />
[http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/YouAreAlreadyDead You are Already Dead] [http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/MartialArtsAndCrafts Martial Arts and Crafts]<br />
[http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/PressurePoint Pressure Point]<br />
[http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/AwLookTheyReallyDoLoveEachOther Aw, Look]<br />
[http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/LoveAtFirstPunch Love at First Punch]<br></div>Wakamiya no Renge