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The years of her childhood were... Neglectful at best. Her mother had made it clear since from when she was able to comprehend reason, that she was -not- wanted. And so, young Bexy spent most of her time trying to keep out of her mother's way... Or worse still, trying to gain her favor. She didn't understand why Zarya was loved, and she was not. | The years of her childhood were... Neglectful at best. Her mother had made it clear since from when she was able to comprehend reason, that she was -not- wanted. And so, young Bexy spent most of her time trying to keep out of her mother's way... Or worse still, trying to gain her favor. She didn't understand why Zarya was loved, and she was not. | ||
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That isn't to say, however, she never experienced any sorts of care or attention. Zarya was still fond of her, and even then didn't understand her mothers cruelty to her younger sibling. The two spent small, fleeting amounts of time together, offering Bexy a small semblance of comfort where she could find it. | That isn't to say, however, she never experienced any sorts of care or attention. Zarya was still fond of her, and even then didn't understand her mothers cruelty to her younger sibling. The two spent small, fleeting amounts of time together, offering Bexy a small semblance of comfort where she could find it. | ||
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Until her mother twisted her thoughts, too. | Until her mother twisted her thoughts, too. | ||
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| − | Slowly, and without reason, Zarya began the same path of distaste and cruelty towards the young Seeker. It came as far less of a blow. She began staying out later, venturing to more dangerous places. She didn't want to stay home anymore. But she couldn't leave... | + | <p style="text-align: justify;"> |
| + | Slowly, and without reason, Zarya began the same path of distaste and cruelty towards the young Seeker. It came as far less of a blow. She began staying out later, venturing to more dangerous places. She didn't want to stay home anymore. | ||
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| + | But she couldn't leave... | ||
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==[[File:Bexy_swirl_calligraphy_left.png|left|200px]][[File:Bexy_swirl_calligraphy_right.png|right|200px]]<div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #CFDFFF;font-size:14px;color:#85ADFF;font-family:Rochester;text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px silver;letter-spacing:0.15em;">'''TEENAGE YEARS'''</div>== | ==[[File:Bexy_swirl_calligraphy_left.png|left|200px]][[File:Bexy_swirl_calligraphy_right.png|right|200px]]<div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #CFDFFF;font-size:14px;color:#85ADFF;font-family:Rochester;text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px silver;letter-spacing:0.15em;">'''TEENAGE YEARS'''</div>== | ||
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Her teenage years were good and bad in both doses, having finally found people she could speak to, and find something she truly loved. | Her teenage years were good and bad in both doses, having finally found people she could speak to, and find something she truly loved. | ||
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Archery. | Archery. | ||
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Taken under her wing by a Wood Wailer, she was taught the ways of archery by the Wildwood man, becoming proficient in both longbow and shortbow. This man was responsible for a lot of care during the younger years of her teens, noting that she was undernourished and reclusive. He fed and educated her, teaching her the ways of the world as he could. Many of her mannerisms are akin to that of his and the Wailers he trained with, something sticking even unto her adulthood. | Taken under her wing by a Wood Wailer, she was taught the ways of archery by the Wildwood man, becoming proficient in both longbow and shortbow. This man was responsible for a lot of care during the younger years of her teens, noting that she was undernourished and reclusive. He fed and educated her, teaching her the ways of the world as he could. Many of her mannerisms are akin to that of his and the Wailers he trained with, something sticking even unto her adulthood. | ||
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| − | But as her penchant for exploring her local area grew, she grew more and more curious, craving to see more of the lands she lived in | + | But as her penchant for exploring her local area grew, she grew more and more curious, craving to see more of the lands she lived in, much to the chagrin of her mother. |
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Bexy flourished every moment she spent from home, and withered with every second she spent in. Her sister treated her as invisible, and her mother as little more than an annoyance. It began to bore inside and break away at the young Seeker... Something would have to change, and soon. | Bexy flourished every moment she spent from home, and withered with every second she spent in. Her sister treated her as invisible, and her mother as little more than an annoyance. It began to bore inside and break away at the young Seeker... Something would have to change, and soon. | ||
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■ INFORMAL TITLES: Bex, Midnight Coeurl ■ RACE: Miqo'te ■ GENDER: Female ■ AGE & NAMEDAY: 27; 4th Sun of the 4th Umbral Moon ■ ORIENTATION: Heterosexual ■ MARITAL STATUS: Married |
■ CLAN: Seeker Of The Sun ■ CURRENT RESIDENCE: The Goblet, Ward 3, Plot 7 ■ OCCUPATION: Overseer of E.R.A. ■ PATRON DEITY: Azeyma, The Warden ■ HEIGHT & WEIGHT: 5'4" Fulm; ~115 ponz ■ ALIGNMENT: Chaotic Neutral, [1]. |
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NameBeen given a most unusual name compared to most Seekers, Bexy's name follows no naming convention or pattern well-known throughout Eorzea. Her name was given so, to further her from any sort of tribal connection; something her parents were desperately trying to flee from. The X's and Y's and other uncommon letters prevalent in both the name of herself and her family lend themselves to her Seeker heritage. Her surname, however, is a different story. Upon arriving in the Shroud, her parents decided to create aliases to better conceal themselves. They looked to the surrounding area for ideas, and thus took the name of "Amarissaix's Spire". This was was so chosen for her fathers love of flowers, being vaguely close to an Amaryllis. Thus, her surname is Elezen in descent. AppearanceLong, dusty black hair tumbles over her shoulders, the majority of it bunched into a plait that lies on her back. Her hair has an almost icy sheen to it, and it frames her face in elegant, wavy locks. Icy blue eyes, once a vivid shade of amethyst, are set, shaped elegantly on her face, having been seared by aether. Her flesh is pale, unusually so for a Seeker, which she attributes to her birth in the Shroud, her cheeks touched by the stripe-like markings common of many Miqo'te. Her figure is lithe, curvy akin to many Miqo'te, but well toned from cycles of combat and training. She also stands taller than most Miqo'te women. Her long tail often slinks towards her ankles, the very tip of it holding the same hue as her hair. Upon her body, she only has but two scars. One is far more prominent in certain attires, settling between her fourth and fifth rib, of a knife wound. The second is an inky-black scar, settling beneath her wedding ring. This was placed there upon Max's proposal to wed her. Her attire is very varying. She favours darker colours, often mixed with reds and blues, in elegant and fancy design. It is very rare to find her in anything someone might consider plain, and even if this is the case, you can guarantee it will be dressed up with boots, gloves and jewelry. Short skirts and high boots are a favourite, and she is often seen in a long, black coat. She's most fond of the Limsan fashion. As for her accessories, she is rarely seen without being adorned in them. She favours silver over gold, earrings with flowers, jewels and other niceties. She doesn't often wear necklaces, unless they are loose, and bracelets are situational, most often wristlets. Her body remains unpierced aside her ears. One thing always remains a constant, mind. On her left ring finger, a wedding ring sits. Silver, with an almost blue-ish hued stone, not of diamond, but aetheryite. This allows her to be at her Husband's side, and he, at hers, in a heartbeat. Albiet, with a small time left to recharge.
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