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Jihl Wilzuun

2014-09-04T03:02:56Z

Wooden Fingers: /* Appearance & Personality */

{{Infobox-character
| name = Jihl Wilzuun
| image = Jihl.jpg
| imagewidth = 250
| gender = Female
| citizenship = Gridanian
| race = Miqo'te
| clan = Keepers of the Moon
| stat_1 = Age
| stat_1_value = 16
| stat_2 = Birthday
| stat_2_value = 31st Sun, Sixth Umbral Moon
| stat_3 = Occupation
| stat_3_value = Support cleric, Harbingers of the Dawn
| stat_4 = Height/Weight
| stat_4_value = 5' / 99 lbs
| stat_5 = Orientation
| stat_5_value = Unsure
| stat_6 = Relatives
| stat_6_value = <ul><li>Xha (Mother)</li> <li>N'tael (Father)</li> <li>Xha'a (Older Brother)</li> <li>Miah (Younger Sister)</li> <li>Xha'to (Younger Brother)</li></ul>
}}

Jihl is a Keeper of the Moon raised in the Black Shroud. Hunting is the family business and it was a business Jihl rejected from a young age. She is perhaps the antithesis of most female Keepers of the Moon; a shy, mousy girl who prefers being pushed around to being in charge. Decisiveness is not a trait she posesses in any great amount; and when decisions are forced upon her, she panics.

For a number of reasons, she is now a member of the Harbingers of Dawn's Support Branch and fills her days with cooking, cleaning, and assisting others.

===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Basic Info</div>===
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<div style="padding:10px 35px;background: #ECCA67;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;"><center>''LIKES''</center></div></h3>
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Solitude
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Cooking
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Cleaning
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Helping others

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<div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #DFD59E;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;"><center>''DISLIKES''</center></div></span></h3>

: <font style="color:#DFD59E;" size="3">■</font> Talking of her family
: <font style="color:#DFD59E;" size="3">■</font> Sand
: <font style="color:#DFD59E;" size="3">■</font> Sweat
: <font style="color:#DFD59E;" size="3">■</font> Being in charge

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<div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #CACFA5;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;"><center>''OTHER''</center></div></span></h3>

: <font style="color:#CACFA5;" size="3">■</font> Alignment: [http://easydamus.com/neutralgood.html Neutral Good]
: <font style="color:#CACFA5;" size="3">■</font> Vice(s): Vanity, taking the moral high ground.
: <font style="color:#CACFA5;" size="3">■</font> Favorite Food: Faerie Apple
: <font style="color:#CACFA5;" size="3">■</font> Favorite Drink: Lemon Juice
: <font style="color:#CACFA5;" size="3">■</font> Favorite Color: Blue

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===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Appearance & Personality</div>===
: A diminutive figure by most standards beyond lalafellian, Jihl stands at about 5 fulms tall. Her skin is a pale, ashen grey and her hair a sooty black. Her large eyes are blue and prevent her face from looking monochromatic; her right eye's a blue a few shades paler than her left. Her nose is marked with the brownish colouring that develops on certain miqo'te. Her favoured clothing style tends toward the loose, baggy and functional. She's never been one to show off her body nor pretty herself up. As of late, however, she's been taking a bit more pride in her appearance. Brass earrings in the shape of crosses dangle from her ears, and from the crosses dangle little beads that hang like water drops on jeweler's thread. She still keeps herself covered up, but the short robes she's recently taken to wearing hint at soft, pleasant curves beneath the dark cloth.

: Jihl sits somewhere at the introverted end of the spectrum. Crowds make her nervous, but then again a lot of things make Jihl nervous. Beneath the mousey behaviour is a stubborn streak, however, and when she decides she's going to do something, fear isn't even a shadow of a hurdle. She espouses kindness toward others, though her 'altruism' quickly sours when it's met with anything other than gratitude.

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

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

When Xha Wilzuun had her first daughter, it was a joyous occassion. The mewling girl, with her father's dark hair and her mother's blue eyes, was a small thing, but Xha was sure that time would bless her with the traits necessary to lead a family. As it had been with her family for generations, Xha waited until the moon shone above the trees to slice the umblical cord of the ashen-skinned babe. With the flat side of the tip of the same blade that severed the newborn from the now-useless placenta, Xha traced the twin marks beneath the child's eyes. The child was a quiet one. There was an hour or so of crying after her birth as her lungs took in air and her ears and eyes acclimated themselves to the bombardment of sounds and harshness of the light, but as dusk settled upon the land and the insects of The Twelveswood began to chirp in their choirs, the girl fell into a pensive silence. "Yes, my child, the night is our home," Xha whispered to th girl as she took her to breast. Silence settled upon the pair. In silence was strength.

Or so it was thought to be.

The girl with the large blue eyes was named Jihl, and as the years passed, those blessings never came. She took neither to archery nor butchery; as shameful as it was to Xha, her firstborn--a son--was better at the both of them. The girl grew close to her father, often watching as he prepared meals; often quietly humming along as his rough, nigh-tuneless voice rose and fell in an attempt at song. She'd tacitly help him clean. In Xha's eyes, this was a quiet rebellion, and it was often that Xha'a tried to out-sing the noises of his parents arguing as Jihl tried to fall asleep. Plates would shatter, insults would be thrown in voices louder than the mere sound of shattering crockery. The shouts, the shattering and the singing were an odd lullaby, but life was what it was. Life was simple for that girl; you can't help who or what you are. That's what her brother had told her.

It was sometime in Jihl's third winter that her younger sister was born. The baby was a lively one from her first breath, squirming and cooing and kicking. This was the daughter Xha wanted. Xha, Jihl and the newborn Miah all had the same blue eyes. There were obvious differences between Xha and her first daughter, and from the start there was an unspoken war between them over Miah and which of the two she would be closer to. N'tael tried to dissuade his eldest daughter from the behaviour, but childish stubbornness, a quiet will and a certain contrariness ensured the gentle attempts were met with constant refusal. These same traits ensured Jihl's constant, purposeful failure at archery practice and hunting. Besides, as far as the young girl was concerned, scaring away animals instead of stabbing or shooting them was the right thing to do.

It was on one such hunt that a frustrated Xha first backhanded Jihl. e boar had charged off with its young because Jihl had thrown a stone behind it when she was told to watch. The five year-old girl was so stunned that she lost balance and fell to the damp floor of the forest. ThPain was nothing new to Jihl. Cooking had left her with dozens of healing burns, exploring the forest with Xha'a--and occassionally Miah--ensured a constant supply of ever-mending sores and scrapes on her legs, arms and hands. She'd never been hit before. She looked up at her mother, the first drops of tears stinging at her shocked, wide eyes.

The huntress stared at her daughter with hard eyes. It was from love as much as frustration that she'd hit her child. The girl was weak. She was almost seven and she couldn't shoot an arrow straight to save her life, the only thing she could use a knife against with any confidence was fruit or vegetables, and she'd just scared away dinner. "We're done," Xha said as she hauled her daughter up by the shoulder, her blue eyes slipping over the reddening bruise beneath her daughter's. That night was the first night Jihl hadn't tried to force her way into the kitchen to help her father. That night was the first night she hadn't tried to get Miah to swap seats with the now-adolescent Xha'a. That night was the first night Xha hadn't had to reprimand her husband and argue with her eldest daughter. She could still be salvaged.

Beatings began to take the place of heated arguments, and though Jihl's prowess with bow, arrow and blade didn't improve, she stayed out of the way while Xha hunted and Miah mimicked her mother. Xha'a had begun making trips to Gridania, often staying out until well beyond dark. Miah grew and her mother won the war. Solitude began to colour Jihl's days as she trailed after her sister and mother as they hunted. Bruises began to fade, and they took Jihl's attitude with them. She spent much of her time in her room, teaching herself how to read the books Xha'a occassionally brought back from Gridania or practicing with the needle and thread a woman gave her after Xha poached a Ziz that was about to eat her pet dodo. They were pastimes unfit for her daughter, but Xha allowed them so long as Jihl didn't plant any ridiculous ideas in Miah's head.

Though the troubles of the home were quelled, conflict was brewing on a far greater scale.

The year was 1571. The Battle of Silvertear Skies was fading in the memories of most of the commonfolk, but grizzled soldiers and those in power have longer memories for such matters, and when Garlemald once again resumed its bid to take over Eorzea, warriors and aspirants to the title took up arms against the empire. Xha'a had thrown his lot in with the second group. The band of young men and women who called themselves The Twelvesknights were little more than lanky teens, but they fancied themselves worthy of the title they'd given themselves. Against Xha's wishes, Xha'a left The Shroud with his companions to fight at Carteneau. Jihl caught him clambering out the window in the middle of the night. The cocksure, excited grin he gave her was the last thing she saw of him.

While Jihl didn't exactly begrudge her brother his unlawfully-gained freedom, her life became harder because of it. Even if the two eldest siblings had grown apart as Xha'a began to mature into a young man, the books he would surreptitiously get her were her treasures. The knowledge that there was another who resisted the tyranny of their mother was worth even more. Back then, actually running away was something Jihl was sure she'd never be able to do. The world was scary. Her mother was scary enough; she was a nigh-perfect shot with a bow, her voice carried cold command and authority and all her power, and her fists were just as strong and ready to dole out punishment for the slightest bit of rebellion. And that was just her mother; her mother loved her. Jihl may not have begrudged Xha'a his freedom, but Xha did. 1571 raced to its end in a blur of bruises, brotherlessness and bungled hunts.

Dalamud began to shine constantly in the sky, ever seeming to crawl its way closer to the ground. Xha took little heed of it. It'd disappear, she said, or it would fall; either way there was nothing to be done and she still had beasts to hunt and stomachs to fill. The growing moon terrified Jihl, and it was a terror that grew with the moon. It was a terror that simple beatings couldn't sway. The bluish tint of bruises gave way to that which reflected the colour of the falling moon.

And Dalamud fell and the world changed.

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

:: Coming soon.

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''Some of these rumors are untrue or are greatly exaggerated. Please feel free to add your own rumors under PC!''
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<div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #90AB76;">◢ Common Rumors (Easily overheard)</div></b>
: <font style="color:#90AB76;" size="3">■</font> "Hm? Wilzuun? That mousy girl always trying to help people? She hangs around Mist a lot, yeah." -- ''Red Rooster Stead Regular''
: <font style="color:#90AB76;" size="3">■</font> "She makes good cookies!" -- ''Lominsan Child''
: <font style="color:#90AB76;" size="3">■</font> "She's one of those Harbingers of the Dawn. You know, those nosey whoresons that make a big show of doing good." -- ''A "Merchant"''

<b><div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #F37E1D;">◢ Moderate Rumors (Moderately difficult to overhear)</div></b>
: <font style="color:#F37E1D;" size="3">■</font> "Helpful? Yeah, she's helpful alright. Not too bright, though. A guy I knew got her to buy him a new pair of shoes after tellin' her it was some thieves who took his left shoe. Truth was, he lost it when he was drunk." -- ''Lominsan Shopkeep''
: <font style="color:#F37E1D;" size="3">■</font> "She don't say much, always lookin' over her shoulder like somethin's chasin' her. Never been trouble, though, fer what it's worth." -- ''Yellow Jacket''
: <font style="color:#F37E1D;" size="3">■</font> "One of me mates reckons he saw her use some sort of powder as a weapon in some bar fight. Her, though? Hah! What'd a kid like that be doing in a bar? -- Ul'dahn Adventurer

<b><div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #D83018;">◢ Rare Rumors (Very difficult or rarely overheard)</div></b>
: <font style="color:#D83018;" size="3">■</font> "See that girl over yonder? Yeah, the one with th'black clothes. 'Eard of a runaway what looked like 'er in Gridania. Makes y'wonder what she ran from, don't it? Always got somethin' t'hide, people like that." -- ''Traveling Merchant''

<b><div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #aac5b4;">◢ PC Rumors (Rumors from the character's of other players)</div></b>
: <font style="color:#aac5b4;" size="3">■</font>"Jihl? She is a great young lady, got a heart of gold and she is a great cook. I hope you are not planning anything stupid with her though or I'll hang you from those rafters...maybe bleed you a bit too." -Lan Darklyn
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: <center><font style="color:#F02311;" size="3">♥</font> Romantic Interest    <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font> Platonic Love     <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> Good Standing     <font style="color:#888888;" size="3">●</font> Neutral Standing     <font style="color:#C24640;" size="3">●</font> Poor Standing</center>

: <font style="color:#F02311;" size="3">♥</font> [[Anstarra Silverain]] : A member of the Harbingers of the Dawn. Jihl finds her very easy to <s>gossip with</s> talk to. She was also appreciative of her cooking and interior design skills. Something changed when Jihl opened up to her. Old wounds once again ached, but they were salved by warmth and kindness. The feeling Jihl feels around her; a warm tightness in her chest and a quickening of the pulse and a bashfulness beyond the norm; confuses the girl to the point of terror, but if anyone can make it better, she's sure it's her.

: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Faye Covington]] : Jihl's direct superior. Beyond the simple fact she is the head the Support Branch, Jihl has an immense amount of respect and adoration for "Lady Miss Covington". She manages to maintain order and be in control whilst maintaining her dignity and femininity; things Jihl's mother could never do. Faye is everything Jihl wishes she could be.

: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Kerwin Nindon]] : An Elezen woman who serves in the Immortal Flames and the Harbingers of Dawn. She went out of her way to personally invite Jihl to a party being held in honour of her long service with the Flames, an action that touched Jihl. While Kerwin's strengths lie in completely different area's to the miqo'te's, Jihl nonetheless looks up to her as a model member of the Harbingers.

: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Lan Darklyn]] : A member of the Harbingers' Martial Branch. He's kind to Jihl, offering feedback and thanks in return for her hard work. It's nice to be noticed. Cooking and cleaning are things given to be looked over when one does them surreptitiously.

: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Val Nunh]] : The handsome but coarsely-spoken leader of the Harbingers of the Dawn's Martial Branch and Faye's fiance. After a brief infatuation with him, Jihl realised the coarseness of his speech was congruent with his behaviour. Nevertheless, Jihl holds him in high regard if for no other fact than that he will one day be Faye's husband. Then there's the whole going against tradition thing that she can relate to on a very personal level.

: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Worren Tigre]] : The Saint of the Harbingers' Strategy Branch is someone who can't take care of himself. He throws himself head-first into danger with no apparent thought for the consequences. He sits at his desk and doesn't even eat. Jihl takes care of him mostly because she's afraid no one else will.

: <font style="color:#888888;" size="3">●</font> [[Faye Covington#Family | Aelius Corinthius]] : A member of the Harbingers of Dawn that Jihl probably owes her life to. He was there with Val when they entered a rough and tumble Ul'dahn tavern in pursuit of the man who bloodied Verad's rented rug.

: <font style="color:#888888;" size="3">●</font> [[Airka Lakshmi]] : Another member of the Harbingers of the Dawn who Jihl probably owes her life to. She's a skilled magician who far out-classes Jihl in practically every sense. Maybe that's why Jihl can't feel a little bit bitter toward her.

: <font style="color:#888888;" size="3">●</font> [[R'leytai Maqa]] : A snippy elezen who accompanied Worren, Airka and Jihl to Sastasha in search of pirates. She's had a troubled past, but Jihl can't seem to shaked the feeling that her words of consolation amounted to nothing more than a oblique "get over it".

: <font style="color:#888888;" size="3">●</font> [[Verad Bellveil]] : The odd elezen who always seems to be stepping from one puddle of trouble to the next. He didn't seem very grateful for Jihl's assistance in helping solve the mystery of his rug... Well, assistance probably isn't the right word, but it's the thought that counts, isn't it?</table>

===<div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Footnotes</div>===
<font style="color:#F37E1D;" size="3">'''★''' The template for this profile was made by [[Bancroft Gairn]] and kindly provided for use by everyone.</font>
: Her voice actor would be [https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCHmMKPmo4tAa3d8zNKERRoA Cristina Vee].

Val Nunh

2014-08-19T10:49:02Z

Wooden Fingers: /* PC Rumors */

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| image = ValWikiPic.jpg
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| title = W'val Nunh
| gender = Male
| citizenship = Ul'dah
| race = Miqo'te
| clan = Seeker
| stat_1 = Age
| stat_1_value = 26
| stat_2 = Sexuality
| stat_2_value = Heterosexual
| stat_3 = Occupation
| stat_3_value = Mercenary
| stat_4 = Guardian
| stat_4_value = Menphina, the Lover
| stat_5 = Nameday
| stat_5_value = 16th Sun of the 4th Astral Moon
| stat_6 = Alignment
| stat_6_value = Chaotic Neutral
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{{Character-stub}}

==Character==
===General===

If an individual were to just glance over Val, they'd likely assume him to be your typical, unkempt ruffian. He is usually dirty and seems to have a new scar or fresh bruise from day to day. Despite this, the Seeker almost always has a smile or mischievous little grin on his face.

[[File:Tierval.jpg|400px|left|Val Nunh (Courtesy of Tiergan!)]]
===Appearance===

Val is your typical Miqo'te Seeker and stands a tad tall for his race, somewhere between 5'7" and 5'8". Though, this is hard to tell considering his slouched and relaxed posture. Ash blonde hair is brushed haphazardly away from an oval face marked with smooth planes and covers the long, slim ears arching over the Miqo'te's youthful visage. His brows are winged, the inner half of each slanted downward to give him an overall mischievous appearance. They're set over bi-colored eyes of blue and gold, both almond-shaped and with a long, faded scar bisecting the skin both above and below the right pale blue orb. A patrician nose is set above firm lips prone to mercurial changes of expression, and a faint touch of blonde stubble marks the curve of his chin.

His skin is tanned from his exposure to the sun and his overall build is slender and lean, showing an inclination to speed rather than strength. He can typically be seen wearing light leathers that give some protection and hinder movement as little as possible. A lance is typically strapped to his back, the tip bladed for slicing as well as piercing. The end of its metallic shaft is rounded for bludgeoning, if needed. The handle of a dagger can be seen protruding from the top of each of his boots.

===Behavior===

Due to Val's upbringing and typical way of life, he tends to lack any sort of manners or sense of control over himself. He's well known for saying the first thing that comes to his head without giving it a second thought. This often leads to offending those around him, admittedly most of it is on purpose. He enjoys pushing the boundaries of others around him and watching them try to cope with it. If it bothers them enough to fight him, it's just an added bonus. He is very determined and egotistical, far believing himself to be superior to most of those around him. He generally lets his cockiness and confidence speak for itself, which tends to get allow him to overpower most individuals or scare them off without actually lifting a finger himself.

He doesn't care for an obscene amount of wealth, just enough money for food, drink, and a place to sleep. Beyond that, he'd actually rather spend most of his time relaxing outside and enjoying the world around him. If he has a beautiful lady at his side? Even better! Companionship is certainly not required, nor does he desire to stay with any one lady in particular. He finds the notion of sticking with one woman when there are "so many flavors" to try to be absolutely absurd and ignorant to the point that he often laughs at those in monogamous relationships. Despite this, he gets particularly angry if someone moves in on a woman that he's especially fond of. This tends to lead to a lot of the aforementioned behavior. Though his general choice of words is colorful to say the least, when angered it becomes especially so. He shouts a great deal of obscenities and threats. If that doesn't work to make the other back off, he has full intent on making good on the given threats.

On top of all of this, Val also lacks trust in others. He expects most people, especially nobility, to be using him to further their own goals. Because of this, he rarely lets himself get close to another. It generally isn't an issue since his overall demeanor tends to repel most people. Those that can stand him long enough to gain his trust will find themselves in possession of a very trustworthy and thoroughly loyal ally. While he'll still have the tendency to joke around and "test" his friend, he will be far more willing to shut down that side of him and be far more considerate to those that have shown the ability to deal with his faults and prove him wrong. As far as emotions are concerned, Val tends to keep them to himself. Only those very nearest to him will truly know if he feels any sort of remorse for his actions or the things he does. He believes showing such to be a sign of weakness, and has thus managed to keep most of them under control. Except anger, of course. It's the one he's never quite been able to tame.

==Combat==
===General===
The best thing to say about Val when it comes to combat is that he loves doing it. He is incredibly prideful of his skill and believes that, beyond all else, beating someone in a fight proves that he is better than them. He also believes it solidifies his claim to be a Nunh, and each victory further proves such. Therefore, Val will do what he can to provoke others to a fight. If they back down, he feels that alone proves himself to be the better. Should they beat him, while his pride may be hurt, it instills with him to train harder until he's able to overcome his opponent.

Val wields a lance in combat, using it both as a piercing, slashing, and bludgeoning weapon. At times Val has the tendency to use it as a bo staff, taking clear advantage of its weighted ends in the process. He spends the majority of his time reading his opponent and goading an opening out of them. He only fights honorably when he absolutely has to, feeling that "anything goes" in a real fight. Val frowns at the idea of using practice weapons because he feels there's no real danger in it and is prone to turning down any kind of healing. The wounds remind him of the mistakes made in battle. Val feels that it makes him much stronger to let them to heal on their own, allowing him to develop a better pain threshold.

==Tendencies==

[[File:ChibiValcolor.png|210px|right|Chibi Val (Courtesy of Lament!)]]
===Likes===
::* He enjoys being surrounded by beautiful women, especially his own.
::* When relaxing, he'll often order himself an alcoholic beverage. Anything will do, though he prefers the sweet taste of wine.
::* The sound of gil in his pouch. Not because he covets money, but because he knows he'll be able to eat and rest well that night.

===Dislikes===
::* White Knights. He actually finds them to be quite pathetic and prefers to simply watch most altercations from afar, if not antagonize them.
::* Val can't stand nobility, or those that descend from it due to their typical demeanor.
::* Anyone moving in on his "territory" (women). This almost always results in a fight or an argument.

===Hobbies/Talents===
::* Val is adept at combat and often seeks it out.
::* He can be particularly suave when he wants to, especially to the ladies that have his interest.
::* He's really good at pissing people off. That's a talent.. right?

===Other===
::* Telling Val that he can't do something is likely the quickest way to get him to try and prove that person wrong.
::* He actually respects relationships and will tend to stay away from those that are in one.
::* He is incredibly vengeful, and will often stop at nothing to get back at those who harmed him or those he holds dear.

==Relationships==
===Family===

Val is from the Wolf tribe. All there are considered to be family, though most of them quite honestly couldn't stand him. It is assumed that Val's biological family is counted among that group.

W'tende - Father
W'diah - Mother

===Enemies===

Val offends many, though he doesn't necessarily seek to make an enemy out of anyone.
===Player Standing===

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:''Taken from Siobhain Surtsthalwyn, whom took from Deidre Ta'ea ''<br>
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: <font style="color:#F02311;" size="3">♥</font> Romantic Interest    <font style="color:#000000;" size="3">♥</font> Sexual Desire    <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font> Platonic Love     <font style="color:#4e9362;" size="3">●</font> Good Standing    <font style="color:#8f8377;" size="3">●</font> Neutral Standing    <font style="color:#C24640;" size="3">●</font> Poor Standing</center>

: <font style="color:#F02311;" size="3">♥</font><font style="color:#000000;" size="3">♥</font> '''[[Faye Covington]]''' - Val was first captivated not only by this ivory-haired Midlander's beauty, but by the challenge that presented itself in her capture. For better or worse the two often butt heads due to their thoroughly conflicting views, though that just serves to keep things interesting enough for Val to stick around. He was originally reluctant with the idea of sticking with one woman, but soon realized it would be the only way to claim her. Now that he's actually with her and she's supplying him with everything he could ask for, it leaves one to wonder exactly who caught who. Val's fondness and respect for the woman grow daily, and with them his fierce loyalty and willingness to do virtually anything she asks of him. Over time, it has managed to change him into a strong and loving companion. While many know that they are engaged, very few know that they've actually eloped and already wed.

: <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font> '''[[Siobhain Surtsthalwyn]]''' - Over time, Val has come to view this honorable and steadfast Hellsguard as a great friend. It didn't quite start that way at first, of course. Originally, he assumed that her naivety would be her ultimate undoing. Through various friendly bouts, however, he has come to respect both the woman and the views that she holds. While he'd never openly admit it, all she need do is ask or come to him with an issue and he'd do what he could to assist her.

: <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font> '''[[Yangh Linh]]''' - When he first met this Keeper, Val assumed that she was just trying to hit on him. She offered a drink and asked him to dance, then his pal Berrod quickly abandoned them. He expressed that he was already with a companion and the woman laughed it off, leaving Val thoroughly confused. Now after getting to know her, Val is incredibly protective of the woman he calls "Priestess". She is strong, not just mentally, but physically as well and has accepted Val as a Disciple of Menphina. The relationship is more motherly than anything, with Yangh doing her best to help Faye and keep the poor Seeker on the right track by constantly reprimanding him for his mistakes. Unbeknownst to many, she's also helping to sharpen his skills with his daggers and teaching him the ways of the assassin.

: <font style="color:#4e9362;" size="3">●</font> '''[[Berrod Armstrong]]''' - Things did not start off well with Berrod at all. For starters, the Highlander hit on his woman, which immediately put him on Val's list of enemies. They've come to blows several times, each eventually walking away with a victory. In their latest fight, a truce was called to (hopefully) put an end to their rivalry. Truth be told, the two have far more in common than either of them would likely admit. Val knows through their conflict that Berrod is certainly no pushover when it comes to fighting and, because of this, sees Berrod as an invaluable ally to have.

: <font style="color:#4e9362;" size="3">●</font> '''[[Alexandre Larille]]''' - Val happened upon the unconscious body of this Duskwight shortly after leaving his tribe. Having spent a rather great deal of time alone and not quite used to it, the Seeker stuck around long enough to nurse the Elezen back to health and enjoy the company while he could. For this, Alexandre apparently feels in debt to Val and the two have came to a mutual claim of friendship until such a debt is settled. Neither of them would speak of this, and Val certainly wouldn't admit to having a soft side.

: <font style="color:#4e9362;" size="3">●</font> '''[[A’nzil Oenomaus]]''' - Val absolutely hates being burdened with tasks. The only thing he hates more than that is indentured servitude, especially of his own people. This is what brought Val to eventually accept the task of training A'nzil. Truth be told, the Seeker knows little about teaching others aside from how he was taught; with harsh, hands-on experience. He hopes to toughen A'nzil up through a series of battles, feeling that he's been coddled far too much.

: <font style="color:#4e9362;" size="3">●</font> '''[[Kah'li Tayuun]]''' - Long before he and Faye were an item, Val hated this Keeper because he seemed to be trying to steal the lady out from under him. He would constantly ridicule Kah'li for being blind which often led to bickering between the two. Over time, the two became friends and even sparring partners, each trading victories. Val has come to respect the man, especially since he respects his relationship with Faye, and would do almost anything should he ever ask.

: <font style="color:#8f8377;" size="3">●</font> '''[[Dartanon Nobis]]''' - This self-proclaimed knight managed to interfere with Val's retribution on a man that tried to steal Faye from him. While Val was thoroughly hateful towards him at first, the relationship soon turned into something akin to a friendship. At least, until Val found that Dartanon was dating one of the Garleans that had attacked Faye. Since then he's kept the man at arm's length, not because he necessarily doesn't wish to be around him, but because Faye giving the order to exterminate the woman he's with will make cutting him down that much easier should he get in his way.

: <font style="color:#8f8377;" size="3">●</font> '''[[Zularti Vensar]]''' - Val isn't quite sure what to make of this man aside from the fact that he shouldn't really be considered a man at all. He is brash, irrational, and thoroughly childlike. Why Faye follows him or entertains the idea of him being any sort of leader he'll never know, but he has decided to suffer through it in order to keep her happy.

: <font style="color:#C24640;" size="3">●</font> '''[[Unknown Keeper of the Moon]]''' - There is little that Val knows about this dark skinned, dark haired Miqo'te Keeper of the Moon. What he does know is that she has the ability to assume the form of nearly anyone. She barged into his home shortly after Faye had been kidnapped and offered only to give her location and a cure for the poison currently afflicting him in exchange for his aether. When she left, Val was broken. He is now deathly afraid of her particular kind of Voidsent, as well as wary of any women that get near him in case they happen to be her returning for more.

==Rumors==
===Common Rumors===
::* "He's always in the bars whistling and winking at women."
::* "I saw him outside Ul'dah just the other day, sleeping next to the bridge."
::* "That guy's always on the outskirts swinging that lance of his around. Does he ever do anything else?"

===Moderate Rumors===
::* "I heard he left his tribe."
::* "He's just taking a break from his tribe, right?"
::* "Isn't he with that one white haired woman? Did someone finally manage to tame him?"

===Rare Rumors===
::* "I hear he isn't even a Nunh at all."
::* "I haven't even notice him looking at women now that he's with that one girl."
::* "He damn near changed overnight from rags to plate. Either she's incredibly generous with her coin or they're damned serious."

===PC Rumors===
::* "This man has near taken my life not once, but twice. You cannot possibly fathom the depth of my love and respect for him." - [[Siobhain Surtsthalwyn]]
::* "Hmm? What do you wish to know about my bodyguard? Oh, did I neglect to mention he's my lover, as well? I believe that should clear everything up for you." - [[Faye Covington]]
::* "Shut up. You don't get to talk shite about 'im. I broke a sweat and spilled blood trynna take 'im down. The whoreson's strong, don't make the mistake o'disrespectin' that." - [[Berrod Armstrong]]
::* "He's a fun guy to drink with, so long as the bottle doesn't go over ye' head." - [[S'honji "Hayakawa" Nunh]]
::* "I've heard he likes to visit the brothels. Hrmpf. I'll have nothing to do with his lot." - [[Coatleque Crofte]]
::* "You want to know about Val? Well he is rough around the edges to say the least, but I respect him a lot, almost as much as I respect Lady Covington. He is an interesting man to have as your boss too..." - [[Lan Darklyn]]
::* "Just don't let him think yer a Garlean or after his girl. Fact, I'd prob'ly say outright y'not int'rested in laying a finger on Faye soon as y'meet him." - [[Cecilia Hunt]]
::* "He's always acting like he's up to no good... but I don't think he really is!" - [[Aya Foxheart]]
::* "He certainly loves Faye, that much is clear. Hells, he'd rather see Eorzea burn then lose her! Maybe this can be useful." - [[Fio Arasgain]]
::* "Erm... Val? He's... He's a very kind person underneath, well, you know... Um, all the... Stuff. B-But if you're, um... You're not bad, are you...? Because if you are... Well..." - [[Jihl Wilzuun]]

==History/Timeline==

WIP

==Annotations==

This Template was created by [[Deirdre Ta'ea]]

Jihl Wilzuun

2014-08-19T10:45:09Z

Wooden Fingers: /* Before the Calamity */

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| name = Jihl Wilzuun
| image = Jihl.jpg
| imagewidth = 250
| gender = Female
| citizenship = Gridanian
| race = Miqo'te
| clan = Keepers of the Moon
| stat_1 = Age
| stat_1_value = 16
| stat_2 = Birthday
| stat_2_value = 31st Sun, Sixth Umbral Moon
| stat_3 = Occupation
| stat_3_value = Support cleric, Harbingers of the Dawn
| stat_4 = Height/Weight
| stat_4_value = 5' / 99 lbs
| stat_5 = Orientation
| stat_5_value = Unsure
| stat_6 = Relatives
| stat_6_value = <ul><li>Xha (Mother)</li> <li>N'tael (Father)</li> <li>Xha'a (Older Brother)</li> <li>Miah (Younger Sister)</li> <li>Xha'to (Younger Brother)</li></ul>
}}

Jihl is a Keeper of the Moon raised in the Black Shroud. Hunting is the family business and it was a business Jihl rejected from a young age. She is perhaps the antithesis of most female Keepers of the Moon; a shy, mousy girl who prefers being pushed around to being in charge. Decisiveness is not a trait she posesses in any great amount; and when decisions are forced upon her, she panics.

For a number of reasons, she is now a member of the Harbingers of Dawn's Support Branch and fills her days with cooking, cleaning, and assisting others.

===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Basic Info</div>===
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<div style="padding:10px 35px;background: #ECCA67;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;"><center>''LIKES''</center></div></h3>
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Solitude
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Cooking
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Cleaning
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Helping others

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<div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #DFD59E;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;"><center>''DISLIKES''</center></div></span></h3>

: <font style="color:#DFD59E;" size="3">■</font> Talking of her family
: <font style="color:#DFD59E;" size="3">■</font> Sand
: <font style="color:#DFD59E;" size="3">■</font> Sweat
: <font style="color:#DFD59E;" size="3">■</font> Being in charge

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: <font style="color:#CACFA5;" size="3">■</font> Alignment: [http://easydamus.com/neutralgood.html Neutral Good]
: <font style="color:#CACFA5;" size="3">■</font> Vice(s): Vanity, taking the moral high ground.
: <font style="color:#CACFA5;" size="3">■</font> Favorite Food: Faerie Apple
: <font style="color:#CACFA5;" size="3">■</font> Favorite Drink: Lemon Juice
: <font style="color:#CACFA5;" size="3">■</font> Favorite Color: Blue

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===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Appearance & Personality</div>===
: A diminutive figure by most standards beyond lalafellian, Jihl stands at about 5 fulms tall. Her skin is a pale, ashen grey and her hair a sooty black. Her large eyes are blue and prevent her face from looking monochromatic; her right eye's a blue a few shades paler than her left. Her nose is marked with the brownish colouring that develops on certain miqo'te. Her favoured clothing style tends toward the loose, baggy and functional. She's never been one to show off her body nor pretty herself up.

: Jihl sits somewhere at the introverted end of the spectrum. Crowds make her nervous, but then again a lot of things make Jihl nervous. Beneath the mousey behaviour is a stubborn streak, however, and when she decides she's going to do something, fear isn't even a shadow of a hurdle. She espouses kindness toward others, though her 'altruism' quickly sours when it's met with anything other than gratitude.

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

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

When Xha Wilzuun had her first daughter, it was a joyous occassion. The mewling girl, with her father's dark hair and her mother's blue eyes, was a small thing, but Xha was sure that time would bless her with the traits necessary to lead a family. As it had been with her family for generations, Xha waited until the moon shone above the trees to slice the umblical cord of the ashen-skinned babe. With the flat side of the tip of the same blade that severed the newborn from the now-useless placenta, Xha traced the twin marks beneath the child's eyes. The child was a quiet one. There was an hour or so of crying after her birth as her lungs took in air and her ears and eyes acclimated themselves to the bombardment of sounds and harshness of the light, but as dusk settled upon the land and the insects of The Twelveswood began to chirp in their choirs, the girl fell into a pensive silence. "Yes, my child, the night is our home," Xha whispered to th girl as she took her to breast. Silence settled upon the pair. In silence was strength.

Or so it was thought to be.

The girl with the large blue eyes was named Jihl, and as the years passed, those blessings never came. She took neither to archery nor butchery; as shameful as it was to Xha, her firstborn--a son--was better at the both of them. The girl grew close to her father, often watching as he prepared meals; often quietly humming along as his rough, nigh-tuneless voice rose and fell in an attempt at song. She'd tacitly help him clean. In Xha's eyes, this was a quiet rebellion, and it was often that Xha'a tried to out-sing the noises of his parents arguing as Jihl tried to fall asleep. Plates would shatter, insults would be thrown in voices louder than the mere sound of shattering crockery. The shouts, the shattering and the singing were an odd lullaby, but life was what it was. Life was simple for that girl; you can't help who or what you are. That's what her brother had told her.

It was sometime in Jihl's third winter that her younger sister was born. The baby was a lively one from her first breath, squirming and cooing and kicking. This was the daughter Xha wanted. Xha, Jihl and the newborn Miah all had the same blue eyes. There were obvious differences between Xha and her first daughter, and from the start there was an unspoken war between them over Miah and which of the two she would be closer to. N'tael tried to dissuade his eldest daughter from the behaviour, but childish stubbornness, a quiet will and a certain contrariness ensured the gentle attempts were met with constant refusal. These same traits ensured Jihl's constant, purposeful failure at archery practice and hunting. Besides, as far as the young girl was concerned, scaring away animals instead of stabbing or shooting them was the right thing to do.

It was on one such hunt that a frustrated Xha first backhanded Jihl. e boar had charged off with its young because Jihl had thrown a stone behind it when she was told to watch. The five year-old girl was so stunned that she lost balance and fell to the damp floor of the forest. ThPain was nothing new to Jihl. Cooking had left her with dozens of healing burns, exploring the forest with Xha'a--and occassionally Miah--ensured a constant supply of ever-mending sores and scrapes on her legs, arms and hands. She'd never been hit before. She looked up at her mother, the first drops of tears stinging at her shocked, wide eyes.

The huntress stared at her daughter with hard eyes. It was from love as much as frustration that she'd hit her child. The girl was weak. She was almost seven and she couldn't shoot an arrow straight to save her life, the only thing she could use a knife against with any confidence was fruit or vegetables, and she'd just scared away dinner. "We're done," Xha said as she hauled her daughter up by the shoulder, her blue eyes slipping over the reddening bruise beneath her daughter's. That night was the first night Jihl hadn't tried to force her way into the kitchen to help her father. That night was the first night she hadn't tried to get Miah to swap seats with the now-adolescent Xha'a. That night was the first night Xha hadn't had to reprimand her husband and argue with her eldest daughter. She could still be salvaged.

Beatings began to take the place of heated arguments, and though Jihl's prowess with bow, arrow and blade didn't improve, she stayed out of the way while Xha hunted and Miah mimicked her mother. Xha'a had begun making trips to Gridania, often staying out until well beyond dark. Miah grew and her mother won the war. Solitude began to colour Jihl's days as she trailed after her sister and mother as they hunted. Bruises began to fade, and they took Jihl's attitude with them. She spent much of her time in her room, teaching herself how to read the books Xha'a occassionally brought back from Gridania or practicing with the needle and thread a woman gave her after Xha poached a Ziz that was about to eat her pet dodo. They were pastimes unfit for her daughter, but Xha allowed them so long as Jihl didn't plant any ridiculous ideas in Miah's head.

Though the troubles of the home were quelled, conflict was brewing on a far greater scale.

The year was 1571. The Battle of Silvertear Skies was fading in the memories of most of the commonfolk, but grizzled soldiers and those in power have longer memories for such matters, and when Garlemald once again resumed its bid to take over Eorzea, warriors and aspirants to the title took up arms against the empire. Xha'a had thrown his lot in with the second group. The band of young men and women who called themselves The Twelvesknights were little more than lanky teens, but they fancied themselves worthy of the title they'd given themselves. Against Xha's wishes, Xha'a left The Shroud with his companions to fight at Carteneau. Jihl caught him clambering out the window in the middle of the night. The cocksure, excited grin he gave her was the last thing she saw of him.

While Jihl didn't exactly begrudge her brother his unlawfully-gained freedom, her life became harder because of it. Even if the two eldest siblings had grown apart as Xha'a began to mature into a young man, the books he would surreptitiously get her were her treasures. The knowledge that there was another who resisted the tyranny of their mother was worth even more. Back then, actually running away was something Jihl was sure she'd never be able to do. The world was scary. Her mother was scary enough; she was a nigh-perfect shot with a bow, her voice carried cold command and authority and all her power, and her fists were just as strong and ready to dole out punishment for the slightest bit of rebellion. And that was just her mother; her mother loved her. Jihl may not have begrudged Xha'a his freedom, but Xha did. 1571 raced to its end in a blur of bruises, brotherlessness and bungled hunts.

Dalamud began to shine constantly in the sky, ever seeming to crawl its way closer to the ground. Xha took little heed of it. It'd disappear, she said, or it would fall; either way there was nothing to be done and she still had beasts to hunt and stomachs to fill. The growing moon terrified Jihl, and it was a terror that grew with the moon. It was a terror that simple beatings couldn't sway. The bluish tint of bruises gave way to that which reflected the colour of the falling moon.

And Dalamud fell and the world changed.

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

:: Coming soon.

===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Miscellaneous</div>===
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''Some of these rumors are untrue or are greatly exaggerated. Please feel free to add your own rumors under PC!''
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<div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #90AB76;">◢ Common Rumors (Easily overheard)</div></b>
: <font style="color:#90AB76;" size="3">■</font> "Hm? Wilzuun? That mousy girl always trying to help people? She hangs around Mist a lot, yeah." -- ''Red Rooster Stead Regular''
: <font style="color:#90AB76;" size="3">■</font> "She makes good cookies!" -- ''Lominsan Child''
: <font style="color:#90AB76;" size="3">■</font> "She's one of those Harbingers of the Dawn. You know, those nosey whoresons that make a big show of doing good." -- ''A "Merchant"''

<b><div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #F37E1D;">◢ Moderate Rumors (Moderately difficult to overhear)</div></b>
: <font style="color:#F37E1D;" size="3">■</font> "Helpful? Yeah, she's helpful alright. Not too bright, though. A guy I knew got her to buy him a new pair of shoes after tellin' her it was some thieves who took his left shoe. Truth was, he lost it when he was drunk." -- ''Lominsan Shopkeep''
: <font style="color:#F37E1D;" size="3">■</font> "She don't say much, always lookin' over her shoulder like somethin's chasin' her. Never been trouble, though, fer what it's worth." -- ''Yellow Jacket''
: <font style="color:#F37E1D;" size="3">■</font> "One of me mates reckons he saw her use some sort of powder as a weapon in some bar fight. Her, though? Hah! What'd a kid like that be doing in a bar? -- Ul'dahn Adventurer

<b><div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #D83018;">◢ Rare Rumors (Very difficult or rarely overheard)</div></b>
: <font style="color:#D83018;" size="3">■</font> "See that girl over yonder? Yeah, the one with th'black clothes. 'Eard of a runaway what looked like 'er in Gridania. Makes y'wonder what she ran from, don't it? Always got somethin' t'hide, people like that." -- ''Traveling Merchant''

<b><div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #aac5b4;">◢ PC Rumors (Rumors from the character's of other players)</div></b>
: <font style="color:#aac5b4;" size="3">■</font>"Jihl? She is a great young lady, got a heart of gold and she is a great cook. I hope you are not planning anything stupid with her though or I'll hang you from those rafters...maybe bleed you a bit too." -Lan Darklyn
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: <center><font style="color:#F02311;" size="3">♥</font> Romantic Interest    <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font> Platonic Love     <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> Good Standing     <font style="color:#888888;" size="3">●</font> Neutral Standing     <font style="color:#C24640;" size="3">●</font> Poor Standing</center>

: <font style="color:#F02311;" size="3">♥</font> [[Anstarra Silverain]] : A member of the Harbingers of the Dawn. Jihl finds her very easy to <s>gossip with</s> talk to. She was also appreciative of her cooking and interior design skills. Something changed when Jihl opened up to her. Old wounds once again ached, but they were salved by warmth and kindness. The feeling Jihl feels around her; a warm tightness in her chest and a quickening of the pulse and a bashfulness beyond the norm; confuses the girl to the point of terror, but if anyone can make it better, she's sure it's her.

: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Faye Covington]] : Jihl's direct superior. Beyond the simple fact she is the head the Support Branch, Jihl has an immense amount of respect and adoration for "Lady Miss Covington". She manages to maintain order and be in control whilst maintaining her dignity and femininity; things Jihl's mother could never do. Faye is everything Jihl wishes she could be.

: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Kerwin Nindon]] : An Elezen woman who serves in the Immortal Flames and the Harbingers of Dawn. She went out of her way to personally invite Jihl to a party being held in honour of her long service with the Flames, an action that touched Jihl. While Kerwin's strengths lie in completely different area's to the miqo'te's, Jihl nonetheless looks up to her as a model member of the Harbingers.

: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Lan Darklyn]] : A member of the Harbingers' Martial Branch. He's kind to Jihl, offering feedback and thanks in return for her hard work. It's nice to be noticed. Cooking and cleaning are things given to be looked over when one does them surreptitiously.

: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Val Nunh]] : The handsome but coarsely-spoken leader of the Harbingers of the Dawn's Martial Branch and Faye's fiance. After a brief infatuation with him, Jihl realised the coarseness of his speech was congruent with his behaviour. Nevertheless, Jihl holds him in high regard if for no other fact than that he will one day be Faye's husband. Then there's the whole going against tradition thing that she can relate to on a very personal level.

: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Worren Tigre]] : The Saint of the Harbingers' Strategy Branch is someone who can't take care of himself. He throws himself head-first into danger with no apparent thought for the consequences. He sits at his desk and doesn't even eat. Jihl takes care of him mostly because she's afraid no one else will.

: <font style="color:#888888;" size="3">●</font> [[Faye Covington#Family | Aelius Corinthius]] : A member of the Harbingers of Dawn that Jihl probably owes her life to. He was there with Val when they entered a rough and tumble Ul'dahn tavern in pursuit of the man who bloodied Verad's rented rug.

: <font style="color:#888888;" size="3">●</font> [[Airka Lakshmi]] : Another member of the Harbingers of the Dawn who Jihl probably owes her life to. She's a skilled magician who far out-classes Jihl in practically every sense. Maybe that's why Jihl can't feel a little bit bitter toward her.

: <font style="color:#888888;" size="3">●</font> [[R'leytai Maqa]] : A snippy elezen who accompanied Worren, Airka and Jihl to Sastasha in search of pirates. She's had a troubled past, but Jihl can't seem to shaked the feeling that her words of consolation amounted to nothing more than a oblique "get over it".

: <font style="color:#888888;" size="3">●</font> [[Verad Bellveil]] : The odd elezen who always seems to be stepping from one puddle of trouble to the next. He didn't seem very grateful for Jihl's assistance in helping solve the mystery of his rug... Well, assistance probably isn't the right word, but it's the thought that counts, isn't it?</table>

===<div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Footnotes</div>===
<font style="color:#F37E1D;" size="3">'''★''' The template for this profile was made by [[Bancroft Gairn]] and kindly provided for use by everyone.</font>
: Her voice actor would be [https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCHmMKPmo4tAa3d8zNKERRoA Cristina Vee].

Jihl Wilzuun

2014-08-18T21:04:10Z

Wooden Fingers:

Jihl Wilzuun

2014-08-18T20:46:49Z

Wooden Fingers:

2014-08-03T02:59:40Z

Wooden Fingers:

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| name = Cecilia Hunt
| image = Cecilia.jpg
| imagewidth = 250
| gender = Female
| citizenship = Gridanian
| race = Hyur
| clan = Midlander
| stat_1 = Age
| stat_1_value = 17
| stat_2 = Birthday
| stat_2_value = 31st Sun, Sixth Umbral Moon
| stat_3 = Occupation
| stat_3_value = Traveler, freelance baker
| stat_4 = Height/Weight
| stat_4_value =
| stat_5 = Orientation
| stat_5_value = Unsure
| stat_6 = Relatives
| stat_6_value = <ul><li>Midrede (Mother)</li> <li>Alain (Father, deceased)</li><li>Nigel (Grandfather, deceased)</li> <li>Ethel (Grandmother, deceased)</li></ul>
}}

===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Basic Info</div>===
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: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Flora
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Cooking
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Birds
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Questionable literature

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: <font style="color:#DFD59E;" size="3">■</font> People getting handsy
: <font style="color:#DFD59E;" size="3">■</font> The upper class
: <font style="color:#DFD59E;" size="3">■</font> Insects
: <font style="color:#DFD59E;" size="3">■</font> The cold

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: <font style="color:#CACFA5;" size="3">■</font> Alignment: [http://easydamus.com/neutralgood.html Neutral Good]
: <font style="color:#CACFA5;" size="3">■</font> Vice(s): Questionable literature
: <font style="color:#CACFA5;" size="3">■</font> Favorite Food: Apple Tart
: <font style="color:#CACFA5;" size="3">■</font> Favorite Drink: Rolanberry Lassi
: <font style="color:#CACFA5;" size="3">■</font> Favorite Color: Brown

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

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

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

:: Coming soon.

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

:: Coming soon.

===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Miscellaneous</div>===
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''Some of these rumors are untrue or are greatly exaggerated. Please feel free to add your own rumors under PC!''
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<div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #90AB76;">◢ Common Rumors (Easily overheard)</div></b>
: <font style="color:#90AB76;" size="3">■</font> "Hunt? What, y'mean like chasin' down animals? Oh, a name? Yeah, some bakers out near Quarrymill what called that. Pretty common name, though." -- ''Gridanian''
: <font style="color:#90AB76;" size="3">■</font> "The baker's daughter; ah, the baker out at Quarrymill; heard she left recently. Dunno why. Business was good enough, far as I could tell. Everyone loved their bread." -- ''Wood Wailer''
: <font style="color:#90AB76;" size="3">■</font> "Poor girl didn't know her father 'til a few years back. I heard he worked for one of those noble families. Covertons or something. They're not around no more." -- ''A "Merchant"''

<b><div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #F37E1D;">◢ Moderate Rumors (Moderately difficult to overhear)</div></b>
: <font style="color:#F37E1D;" size="3">■</font> "Back a few years they had a few problems with some refugees who broke in to the shop that serves as their house. Heard they took something precious of hers. Dunno what it was, though." -- ''Quarrymill Local''
: <font style="color:#F37E1D;" size="3">■</font> "The young lady over yonder with the green eyes? Ah, her. A friend of mine offered her accommodation in return for certain... Services. She refused rather pointedly. So pointedly, in fact, that he still has to apply the ointment the aclhemists gave him to reduce the swelling enough that he can walk." -- ''Upper-class Ul'dahn''
: <font style="color:#F37E1D;" size="3">■</font> "She picked up archery back 'bout when she was ten or so, I reckon. With a name like Hunt, you'd expect her to do well. Whassat? How'd she do? Eh... Not well, not terrible. Good enough to get a few squirrels for pies and what not." -- Member of the Archers' Guild

<b><div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #D83018;">◢ Rare Rumors (Very difficult or rarely overheard)</div></b>
: <font style="color:#D83018;" size="3">■</font> "Sure, she's decent with a bow, but what ya really gotta watch out for is when she comes at ya with a rollin' pin. Me mate Clifton got a right whackin' from her when he tried out one of her buns without askin'." -- ''Quarrymill Lad''

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: <center><font style="color:#F02311;" size="3">♥</font> Romantic Interest    <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font> Platonic Love     <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> Good Standing     <font style="color:#888888;" size="3">●</font> Neutral Standing     <font style="color:#C24640;" size="3">●</font> Poor Standing</center>

: <font style="color:#C24640;" size="3">●</font> [[Val Nunh]] : After convincing her he would take her to see Faye, he almost killed her. Apparently she smelt like a Garlean?

===<div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Footnotes</div>===
<font style="color:#F37E1D;" size="3">'''★''' The template for this profile was made by [[Bancroft Gairn]] and kindly provided for use by everyone.</font>
: Her voice actor would be [https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCHmMKPmo4tAa3d8zNKERRoA Cristina Vee].

Wooden Fingers: Created page with "{{Infobox-character | name = Jihl Wilzuun | image = | imagewidth = 250 | gender = Female | citizenship = Gridanian | race = Miqo'te | clan = Keepers of the Moon | stat_1 = Ag..."

{{Infobox-character
| name = Jihl Wilzuun
| image =
| imagewidth = 250
| gender = Female
| citizenship = Gridanian
| race = Miqo'te
| clan = Keepers of the Moon
| stat_1 = Age
| stat_1_value = 16
| stat_2 = Birthday
| stat_2_value = 31st Sun, Sixth Umbral Moon
| stat_3 = Occupation
| stat_3_value = Support cleric, Harbingers of the Dawn
| stat_4 = Height/Weight
| stat_4_value = 6'1" / 120 lbs
| stat_5 = Orientation
| stat_5_value = Unsure
| stat_6 = Relatives
| stat_6_value = <ul><li>Xha (Mother)</li> <li>N'tael (Father)</li> <li>Xha'a (Older Brother)</li> <li>Miah (Younger Sister)</li> <li>Xha'to (Younger Brother)</li></ul>
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Jihl is a Keeper of the Moon raised in the Black Shroud. Hunting is the family business and it was a business Jihl rejected from a young age. She is perhaps the antithesis of most female Keepers of the Moon; a shy, mousy girl who prefers being pushed around to being in charge. Decisiveness is not a trait she posesses in any great amount; and when decisions are forced upon her, she panics.

For a number of reasons, she is now a member of the Harbingers of Dawn's Support Branch and fills her days with cooking, cleaning, and assisting others.

===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Basic Info</div>===
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: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Solitude
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Cooking
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Cleaning
: <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Helping others

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: <font style="color:#DFD59E;" size="3">■</font> Talking of her family
: <font style="color:#DFD59E;" size="3">■</font> Sand
: <font style="color:#DFD59E;" size="3">■</font> Sweat
: <font style="color:#DFD59E;" size="3">■</font> Being in charge

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: <font style="color:#CACFA5;" size="3">■</font> Alignment: [http://easydamus.com/neutralgood.html Neutral Good]
: <font style="color:#CACFA5;" size="3">■</font> Vice(s): Vanity, taking the moral high ground.
: <font style="color:#CACFA5;" size="3">■</font> Favorite Food: Faerie Apple
: <font style="color:#CACFA5;" size="3">■</font> Favorite Drink: Lemon Juice
: <font style="color:#CACFA5;" size="3">■</font> Favorite Color: Blue

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===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Appearance & Personality</div>===
: A diminutive figure by most standards beyond lalafellian, Jihl stands at about 5 fulms tall. Her skin is a pale, ashen grey and her hair a sooty black. Her large eyes are blue and prevent her face from looking monochromatic; her right eye's a blue a few shades paler than her left. Her nose is marked with the brownish colouring that develops on certain miqo'te. Her favoured clothing style tends toward the loose, baggy and functional. She's never been one to show off her body nor pretty herself up.

: Jihl sits somewhere at the introverted end of the spectrum. Crowds make her nervous, but then again a lot of things make Jihl nervous. Beneath the mousey behaviour is a stubborn streak, however, and when she decides she's going to do something, fear isn't even a shadow of a hurdle. She espouses kindness toward others, though her 'altruism' quickly sours when it's met with anything other than gratitude.

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

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

:: Coming soon.

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

:: Coming soon.

===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Miscellaneous</div>===
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''Some of these rumors are untrue or are greatly exaggerated. Please feel free to add your own rumors under PC!''
<div style="border:0px solid; padding:8px;"><b>
<div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #90AB76;">◢ Common Rumors (Easily overheard)</div></b>
: <font style="color:#90AB76;" size="3">■</font> "Hm? Wilzuun? That mousy girl always trying to help people? She hangs around Mist a lot, yeah." -- ''Red Rooster Stead Regular''
: <font style="color:#90AB76;" size="3">■</font> "She makes good cookies!" -- ''Lominsan Child''
: <font style="color:#90AB76;" size="3">■</font> "She's one of those Harbingers of the Dawn. You know, those nosey whoresons that make a big show of doing good." -- ''A "Merchant"''

<b><div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #F37E1D;">◢ Moderate Rumors (Moderately difficult to overhear)</div></b>
: <font style="color:#F37E1D;" size="3">■</font> "Helpful? Yeah, she's helpful alright. Not too bright, though. A guy I knew got her to buy him a new pair of shoes after tellin' her it was some thieves who took his left shoe. Truth was, he lost it when he was drunk." -- ''Lominsan Shopkeep''
: <font style="color:#F37E1D;" size="3">■</font> "She don't say much, always lookin' over her shoulder like somethin's chasin' her. Never been trouble, though, fer what it's worth." -- ''Yellow Jacket''
: <font style="color:#F37E1D;" size="3">■</font> "One of me mates reckons he saw her use some sort of powder as a weapon in some bar fight. Her, though? Hah! What'd a kid like that be doing in a bar? -- Ul'dahn Adventurer

<b><div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #D83018;">◢ Rare Rumors (Very difficult or rarely overheard)</div></b>
: <font style="color:#D83018;" size="3">■</font> "See that girl over yonder? Yeah, the one with th'black clothes. 'Eard of a runaway what looked like 'er in Gridania. Makes y'wonder what she ran from, don't it? Always got somethin' t'hide, people like that." -- ''Traveling Merchant''

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: <center><font style="color:#F02311;" size="3">♥</font> Romantic Interest    <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font> Platonic Love     <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> Good Standing     <font style="color:#888888;" size="3">●</font> Neutral Standing     <font style="color:#C24640;" size="3">●</font> Poor Standing</center>

: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Ahri Naeba]] : An energetic and fliratious miqo'te who Jihl's ended up feeling somewhat responsible for. The pair are like night and day, and as much as Ahri exasperates her, Jihl cares for her and acts almost like a big sister despite being younger.

: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Faye Covington]] : Jihl's direct superior. Beyond the simple fact she is the head the Support Branch, Jihl has an immense amount of respect and adoration for "Lady Miss Covington". She manages to maintain order and be in control whilst maintaining her dignity and femininity; things Jihl's mother could never do. Faye is everything Jihl wishes she could be.

: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Kerwin Nindon]] : An Elezen woman who serves in the Immortal Flames and the Harbingers of Dawn. She went out of her way to personally invite Jihl to a party being held in honour of her long service with the Flames, an action that touched Jihl. While Kerwin's strengths lie in completely different area's to the miqo'te's, Jihl nonetheless looks up to her as a model member of the Harbingers.

: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Val Nunh]] : The handsome but coarsely-spoken leader of the Harbingers of the Dawn's Martial Branch and Faye's fiance. After a brief infatuation with him, Jihl realised the coarseness of his speech was congruent with his behaviour. Nevertheless, Jihl holds him in high regard if for no other fact than that he will one day be Faye's husband. Then there's the whole going against tradition thing that she can relate to on a very personal level.

: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Worren Tigre]] : The Saint of the Harbingers' Strategy Branch is someone who can't take care of himself. He throws himself head-first into danger with no apparent thought for the consequences. He sits at his desk and doesn't even eat. Jihl takes care of him mostly because she's afraid no one else will.

: <font style="color:#888888;" size="3">●</font> [[Aelius Corinthius]] : A member of the Harbingers of Dawn that Jihl probably owes her life to. He was there with Val when they entered a rough and tumble Ul'dahn tavern in pursuit of the man who bloodied Verad's rented rug.

: <font style="color:#888888;" size="3">●</font> [[Airka Lakshmi]] : Another member of the Harbingers of the Dawn who Jihl probably owes her life to. She's a skilled magician who far out-classes Jihl in practically every sense. Maybe that's why Jihl can't feel a little bit bitter toward her.

: <font style="color:#888888;" size="3">●</font> [[R'leytai Maqa]] : A snippy elezen who accompanied Worren, Airka and Jihl to Sastasha in search of pirates. She's had a troubled past, but Jihl can't seem to shaked the feeling that her words of consolation amounted to nothing more than a oblique "get over it".

: <font style="color:#888888;" size="3">●</font> [[Verad Bellveil]] : The odd elezen who always seems to be stepping from one puddle of trouble to the next. He didn't seem very grateful for Jihl's assistance in helping solve the mystery of his rug... Well, assistance probably isn't the right word, but it's the thought that counts, isn't it?</tr></table>

===<div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Footnotes</div>===
<font style="color:#F37E1D;" size="3">'''★''' The template for this profile was made by [[Bancroft Gairn]] and kindly provided for use by everyone.</font>