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| − | | gender = Female
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| − | | citizenship = Ishgardian
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| − | | race = Hyur
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| − | | clan = Midlander
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| − | | stat_1 = Age
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| − | | stat_1_value = 23
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| − | | stat_3 = Occupation
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| − | | stat_3_value = Messenger
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| − | | stat_4 = Height/Weight
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| − | | stat_4_value = 5 fulms 3 ilms/106 ponz
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| − | | stat_5 = Marital Status
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| − | | stat_5_value = [[Dartanon Nobis|Betrothed]]
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| − | | stat_6 = Relatives
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| − | | stat_6_value = Gauvain Gilrouis (Father)
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| − | Lucienne Gilrouis (Mother)
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| − | Babayo Bayo (Adopted "Aunt")
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| − | ''"What good is our still having a world to live in, if we are afraid to find what it is we are living for?"''
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| − | ===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Basic Info</div>===
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| − | Originally “Gwennyth Gilrouis” before the events of the Calamity, the Ishgardian-born young woman suffers from severe dis-associative Amnesia in the wake of Dalamud's fall and so goes by what name she could “remember” to assign to herself. After spending five years living as an outcast among the people of Ul'dah and finding work as a seamstress and courier, the strangeness and intrigue of her abilities as a Hearer finally drove Reima toward Gridania, seeking out those who might offer insight into the whispers she ever hears on the wind. Since then, she has embraced her abilities as a healer and “communicator”, and seeks to do what she might to heal the wounds left on the world.
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| − | She had, however, remained an outsider to the people of Gridania as well, and while she has come to accept the state of her broken memories, there remains in her a sense of unshakable displacement, and a void in her that even the song of the Elementals can't fill. Coupled with a plague of cryptic dreams that she wants to believe are from a time before the moon fell, Reima's burning passion for knowledge and the unknown drive her to plunge eagerly into Hydaelyn's mysteries in the hopes that some day she might find an answer to her own.
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| − | ===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Appearance</div>===
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| − | ====<div style="padding:0px 15px; font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;text-decoration:none;border-bottom:1px dotted;"> Physical Appearance</div>====
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| − | : <font style="color:#F77A83;" size="3">■</font> '''Build:''' Slight, slender
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| − | : <font style="color:#F77A83;" size="3">■</font> '''Height:''' 5 fulms 3 ilms.
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| − | : <font style="color:#F77A83;" size="3">■</font> '''Weight:''' 106 ponz.
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| − | : <font style="color:#F77A83;" size="3">■</font> '''Skintone:''' Fair
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| − | : <font style="color:#F77A83;" size="3">■</font> '''Hair Color:''' Dark auburn
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| − | : <font style="color:#F77A83;" size="3">■</font> '''Hair Style:''' Typically worn loose, or in low plaits.
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| − | : <font style="color:#F77A83;" size="3">■</font> '''Eye Color:''' Grey-hazel
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| − | : <font style="color:#F77A83;" size="3">■</font> '''Voice:''' Soft, lilting
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| − | Reima is slight and slender of figure, with porcelain-coloured skin that lends itself to a delicate, almost doll-like appearance. The faintest dusting of freckles mark her shoulders and nose as a remnant of years under the Ul’dahn sun, and the apples of her cheeks are eternally rosy. Thick, ruddy-brown hair is worn long and falls to her waist, occasionally tamed by low plaits for the sake of practicality, or accentuated with hairpins and other ornaments. Her eyes are large, and a greyed hazel colour reminiscent of a forest in the wake of a summer storm. They peer eagerly out at the world around her with a vibrant energy.
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| − | The girl walks with a spring in her step and at times almost seems on the verge of dancing, cutting a cheerful, upbeat presence in the face of others. When alone, she is far more subdued--bordering on melancholy, or perhaps just thoughtful. She gesticulates often, as though accustomed to speaking to those unfamiliar with our language. Even while silent, however, Reima’s hands are almost constantly fidgeting; be it toying with the hem of a sleeve out of nervous habit, or fiddling with the crystal pendant around her neck. Aware of the tic, she’s prone to keeping her fingers laced or her hands folded.
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| − | Reima’s dress will vary dependant upon climate and function, but she prefers loose, comfortable tunics and dresses bound in place by cinchers and belts, over leggings with high, laced sandals or tall boots. She favours yellows and whites in her clothing, as well as earthen greens, or the rose and burgundies of dawn. While she seeks durability in her dressings-especially with her shoes--Reima still has a fondness for light, breathable fabrics. She enjoys elaborate embroidery or other adornments on her articles as long as they aren’t overdone, and is usually wearing some pair of dangling baubles in her ears, or metal cuffs.
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| − | No matter the clothing, what remains unchanged is the presence of a certain piece of jewelry; a sliver of clear crystal, set and suspended from a simple silver chain around her neck.
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| − | : <font style="color:#F77A83;" size="3">■</font> Has a tendency to lose herself in "deep thought" while in public.
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| − | : <font style="color:#F77A83;" size="3">■</font> Often toying with her jewelry or hems.
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| − | : <font style="color:#F77A83;" size="3">■</font> Occasionally appears to be speaking to herself.
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| − | :By nature a bright and cheerful person, Reima is rarely seen without a smile on her face. She bears a genuine love for even the simplest aspects of the world around her, and so tries--despite whatever hardships she may have faced--to view most things with an optimistic attitude and a youthful enthusiasm. This coupled with the way in which she wears her heart quite visibly on her sleeve, lead many to believe Reima a rather naive individual. While that assessment might be true, it doesn’t stop the young woman from trying to be taken seriously.
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| − | :Behind the smiles, however, is an unspoken loneliness and solemnity. Reima is aware that despite having lived five years of her life as a refugee in Ul’dah, she’s never quite fit in as one of its people. Coming “home” to Gridania and facing treatment no different than that of any other outsider has established the Calamity as having stolen away not only the bulk of her memories, but her place in the world as well. To this day, she finds her greatest comforts alone in the presence of those things that others cannot see or hear.
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| − | Reima is kind-hearted, generous, and compassionate. She is given to putting others before herself and willing to bend over backwards for their benefit, and “cares far too much about everything”. She will adapt to the social comforts of others, be it on a personal or cultural level for the sake of propriety, as well as a means of empathizing. She seeks to listen to and learn about those who come into her life, be it through conversation or observation, and will always look to offer support to those in need as a willful pillar of strength.
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| − | She is both intelligent and curious by nature and willing to try new things, showing interest in what those close to her hold dear and seeking to discover exactly why that is. She holds thoughts of grand adventure and so welcomes the sporadic as an opportunity for this, rather than an inconvenience. She sees the obstacles in her path as personal challenges to overcome instead of impassable walls, and will thus give her all in rising to meet those challenges.
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| − | Because Reima is gentle and trusting to a fault, she leaves herself open to being taken advantage of by those who would exploit her kindness and naivete. In her desire to make those around her happy, Reima often finds herself forgetting her own needs and wants, becoming the proverbial doormat or running herself ragged in the process. She will prefer to bottle up any negative emotions or signs of stress so as not to “burden others”, but this only leads to depression and anxiety. She has a difficult time managing stress and will seek solitude before assistance.
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| − | She can be headstrong, especially when it comes to aiding others or in doing what she feels to be right, and is like to put herself straight in the path of danger through good intentions. Once she gets an idea in her head or finds something to cling to and fight for, it’s difficult to make her budge on the matter without protest. On the other hand, shyness and uncertainty will keep many of her thoughts internalized. Some also find Reima to be too cheerful to the point of being absurd, and assume that she’s running from reality.
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| − | ===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Tendencies</div>===
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| − | <div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #CACFA5;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;"><center>'''Likes'''</center></div></span>
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| − | : <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Warm winds and rain, and summer thunderstorms
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| − | : <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Thriving gardens and the scent of sodden earth
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| − | : <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Heights and scenic vistas, thoughts of flight
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| − | : <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Music boxes, mammets, and other curiosities of cogs and springs
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| − | : <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> The idea of ancient artifacts, lost civilizations waiting to be uncovered, and the romanticism of adventure
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| − | : <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Teas, curries and other spiced cuisine, mushrooms, cakes, candies, and nuts
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| − | : <font style="color:#ECCA67;" size="3">■</font> Music, history, legend, folk tales and song
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| − | : <font style="color:#DFD59E;" size="3">■</font> Cruelty, spiteful behavior, and mean-spirited individuals
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| − | : <font style="color:#DFD59E;" size="3">■</font> The dark, and most certainly being alone in the dark
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| − | : <font style="color:#DFD59E;" size="3">■</font> Cold temperatures and the biting winds that chill one to the bones
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| − | : <font style="color:#DFD59E;" size="3">■</font> Dry explanations
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| − | : <font style="color:#DFD59E;" size="3">■</font> Being treated as a child, or having her opinions valued less for her youth
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| − | : <font style="color:#CACFA5;" size="3">■</font> ''Favourite Food'': Curries
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| − | : <font style="color:#CACFA5;" size="3">■</font> ''Favourite Drink'': Spiced black teas
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| − | : <font style="color:#CACFA5;" size="3">■</font> ''Favourite Place'': Rootslake and Urth's Gift in the Southern Shroud
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| − | : <font style="color:#CACFA5;" size="3">■</font> ''Favourite Color'': Yellow
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| − | : <font style="color:#F77A83;" size="3">■</font> Reima appears to have been gifted with the abilities of a Hearer, and is thus able to commune with the Elementals of Hydaelyn and, to a degree, other inhabitants of the Aether. Her time spent with the Conjurer’s Guild has cultivated her skill as a healer and the capability to borrow the blessings of nature for the boons they might offer
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| − | : <font style="color:#F77A83;" size="3">■</font> She is fond of growing things and gardening, having kept a small patch of herbs for medicinal uses while in Gridania
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| − | : <font style="color:#F77A83;" size="3">■</font> She bears some small musical talent with pipes and harp. While she also enjoys singing and dance, she prefers to keep ''those pastimes'' a secret between herself and the Elementals
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| − | [[File:Wild-rose-sword5.jpg|300px|thumb|right|Reima's rapier; a gift from her tutor]]
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| − | As someone who seeks to avoid conflict, Reima doesn’t have much in the way of true combat aptitude. Her studies as a Conjurer have allowed for the manipulation of elemental energies as an offense, but it isn’t something she prefers to exploit.
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| − | As a healer, she utilizes both ritualistic verbals and somatics with the aid of an unworked wand of wood. One might suggest that the woman is wind-aspected, as her primary healing and shielding "spells" appear to call on the Elementals of air for assistance.
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| − | She appears to hold some small skill with a bow, which has been put to use during her extended field studies in the Twelveswood.
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| − | Most recently, she's taken up the art of swordplay beneath Ser Draco Nobis. Finding her ill suited to the harsh regiment of his own combat methods and wanting to see her smaller size and dexterity put to use, he's made the decision to educate her in fencing. The blade Reima wields was commissioned by Draco, and bears a motif of rose and thorn.
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| − | ====<div style="padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">From Ishgard to the Shroud: 1556 - 1572</div>====
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| − | ::<spoiler>::The child who would become "Reima Awen" was born as Gwennyth Gilrouis to a son and daughter of Ishgard; the bowman Gauvain and his wife Lucienne. While Lucienne served her country as a physician with a gentle and patient hand, there was no medicine that could rid her own lasting illness. Noticing as time passed that the cold of their homeland was doing nothing for his wife's health, Gauvain finally opted to take his family south into the Shroud bordering Coerthas, where they would settle into a fief under a Lord of the lesser House D'Monchette.
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| − | ::Gwennyth was no more than eight Springs of age when she last saw the land of her birth, and despite her frustrations at leaving, they would quickly be replaced by the enchantments that her new, forested home would offer. For years, Gwennyth would live in that simulacrum of feudal Ishgardian society, groomed as a dutiful young lady; instructed in letters, courtesy, and medical herbalism by her mother, and in the basics of archery by Gauvain.
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| − | ::It wasn’t long before the wild surroundings of the Twelveswood brought out Gwennyth’s penchant for wandering, and spoke to her innate abilities as a Hearer. Drawn by the song of forest that she couldn’t yet comprehend, it was common for the girl to slip away and explore the hidden places of the wood. It was during one of these very excursions, still a child then, that Gwennyth first encountered the moogles of the Shroud. Though both parties were thoroughly wary of one another, curiosity and the girl’s natural tie to the Elementals soon bridged the gap, and it was a particular moogle by name of Kumomo Kopli who helped the child understand her budding abilities as a Hearer and her potential to use the gifts of the Wood for good. With guidance from her new, invisible friends, she would take the first steps down the path of a healer.
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| − | ::Gwennyth’s ventures weren’t without notice, and while her confessions of secret friends were treated as no more than childhood imagination, when she grew older, the young woman would be assigned an escort and secondary tutor with the bow--the Elezen, Zephias Tinolet--in an attempt to reign her in. Despite the Elezen’s aloof and sometimes condescending demeanor, they got on well enough for Gwennyth to not ''always'' seek ways to dodge his shadowing in favor of time alone in the forests. With Zephias as her chaperone, however, Gwennyth began seeking ways to use her talents as a healer to offer succor to growing tensions in lands surrounding their secluded home. That was, of course, before the Calamity struck.
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| − | ::Dalamud’s fall was a haze of chaos and destruction. The fighting force of the fiefdom Monchetteau had been dispatched to the fields of Carteneau against the Garleans. Those who remained were left behind to the fiery debris that rained from the sky and the wildly surging aether of Bahamut’s wake. Lucienne Gilrouis had foresight enough to beg that her daughter leave with some few others, while she herself stayed behind to help a potential evacuation. She left Gwennyth with a memento and bade her flee despite her protests, though the girl was not far from Monchetteau when the worst of the aether surges struck, and a deluge of death from overhead caused the fief to give into flame. Thrown from her exhausted legs and with the agonized screams of the dying piercing through the roar and heat of fire at her back, there was only one last blinding flash of light before Gwennyth’s world went dark.</spoiler>
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| − | ::<spoiler>::The crowded, desperate, and sorrowful streets of Ul’dah were Gwennyth's first true memories in the wake of the Calamity. She had originally come to, bandaged and broken, in a caravan crowded with countless other refugees who were scrounged up along the way to Thanalan. All that happened prior to the fall of Dalamud was a great, blank unknown for the girl--even her name. When asked to give it, that too was an unknown, until she was able to turn up the first shred of a memory that might have been her name: ‘Reima Awen’. She knew that something awful had happened--everyone knew. Eorzea had been left in ruins, and the young woman found herself utterly lost and alone.
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| − | ::Fortune would come in the form of a Dunesfolk Seamstress, Babayo Bayo, who took pity on the bedraggled youngling sleeping outside of her shop front night after night. It was Babayo who took the girl in, washed her and clothed her, and put her to work as an apprentice weaver. Reima obliged without question, thankful for the turn of fate. The Lalafell proved to be a stern but nevertheless compassionate guardian, and Reima would spend the next five years eking out a new life amongst the people of Ul’dah. She took quickly to the loom and the markets both, but there was no question amongst the citizenry that she was only one more amongst the horde of refugees causing unintentional discord within the city.
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| − | ::As time went on, flickers and fragments of Reima’s previous world would slowly begin to return. It began with quiet, whispered voices that she could barely understand. Before long, there were dreams as well; memories of green that came as visions of sprawling forests, and secret glades with their carpets of flowers. Gradually, the voices that Reima picked up on the winds began to make more sense, and the connection she once shared with the Elementals creaked open like a door on hinges that had been long rusted shut.
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| − | ::Reima knew of Gridania through rumour in the bazaars, shrouded in the safety and sanctity of the Twelveswood, and knew too of the conjurers of Stillglade Fane. She knew that they were a folk who could speak with the unseen things of this world--that ''were'' the world--and began to wonder if those people might somehow aid in riddling out the myriad voices and their whispers. Knowing that there was a “something” to be fulfilled in her, Reima resolved to make her way north toward the Black Shroud after all. Bidding farewell to Babayo and thanking the Lalafell for everything she had done, the young woman took up what few belongings she kept and, in the warm seasons of 1577, caught a caravan bound for answers.</spoiler>
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| − | ::<spoiler>::For just over a year, Reima studied with the conjurers of Stillglade Fane. Returning to the Twelveswood had sparked a surge of newly returned memory--she could heal before, she knew, and so much more that seemed familiar--but the whole of her past was still lost to the fires of the Calamity. All the same, the girl accepted the way things were, and the bond between she and the Elementals began to strengthen anew. Reima understood the whispers now; most, at least.
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| − | ::Her dreams did not cease, and carried with them now a far stranger nostalgia. In those rare, disjointed visions were grand, spiraling towers that touched the skies, while now and then there was sight of a gallant, smiling figure obscured by a blinding light. While Reima tried to justify her previous dreams of green with a desire to study her connection to the Elementals in Gridania, it was these more surreal images and their dusty familiarity that perplexed her. Perhaps, had they not come so frequently, she would have forgotten them altogether. Instead, they lingered in her mind as though they’d been a part of her all along.
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| − | ::Fueled by incorrigible curiosity and an adventurous spirit that grows all the more free by the day, Reima is determined to continue filling the voids left in her mind and heart. To that end, she holds on to the strange visions that still plague her and to those whispers that she cannot yet identify, developing a fascination with the uncharted lands and ancient secrets of Hydaelyn. To this day, as she seeks to do what she might for a world that’s given her a new life, she keeps the company of invisible friends close beside her and a crystal suspended over her heart; the comfort of both a guide toward whatever she might uncover.</spoiler>
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| − | : <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> '''Kumomo Kopli (NPC)''' : A moogle of the Twelveswood, Kumomo has taken it upon himself to act as Reima’s constant chaperone. Having met during Reima’s field-study with the Conjurers of Stillglade Fane, the two became a curious pair of confidants who were eager to learn more of one another’s people. Bossy, egocentric, and overprotective of his “charge”, the moogle never fails to make his thoughts on a matter known to Reima while ever remaining out of sight.
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| − | : <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font> '''[[Arcian Martell]]''' : Arcian was among the first--if not ''the'' first--that Reima truly opened herself to. She views the Mhigan like a sister, and takes comfort in the woman's honesty, loyalty, and the easygoing demeanor that offsets the turmoil of frenzied days. Reima, quietly, places Arcian as the unsuspecting heroine in some rollicking, romantic adventure.
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| − | : <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font> '''[[Brave Horizon]]''' : Like Arcian, Reima sees Brave as a much-loved sister. The stark differences in their personalities give Reima a glimpse into a hitherto unknown world beyond her own innocence, but what Reima sees before anything are the Roegadyn's strength, devotion, and affection for those she calls family. She admires the love between Arcian and Brave as something true.
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| − | : <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font> '''[[Brynhilde Wulf]]''' : Were you to ask her, Reima would say that it was a chance meeting with Brynhilde beneath the merciless sun of Drybone that nudged the course of her Fate in its current direction. She loves and respects the towering, gallant woman for her stalwart leadership and maternal compassion, and fosters a subconscious wish to make her proud.
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| − | : <font style="color:#F02311;" size="3">♥</font> '''[[Dartanon Nobis|Draco Nobis]]''' : The knight who appeared to--quite literally--whisk Reima away into the mad adventure her life has become, Ser Draco at once awes and infuriates her with his strict sense of duty and dazzles with his courtesies. A nostalgic familiarity found Reima drawing closer to the old weapons master, seeking to provide a pillar on which he might lean with his burdens and, unwittingly, offering up her own. Her teacher and confidante, Reima seeks comfort in his shadows.
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| − | : <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font> '''[[Eliane Dufresne]]''' : Though initially intimidated by her title, Reima was quickly enchanted by “Ellie’s” wit, kindness, and the disposition that sets her apart from others among the Ishgardian nobility and is quick to confide in her friend. A recent turn of events has seen Reima growing closer to the Elezen, to the point that she now considers her as important as family. Through Eliane, the girl has learned--and is still learning--a great deal about survival in the political games of the north.
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| − | : <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> '''[[Graeham Ridgefield]]''' : After their first meeting, Reima hadn’t expected ‘Ser’ Graeham to be more than a good-hearted fisherman. It was to her great surprise that he would reveal himself to be, despite his blood, one of the most steadfast and noble souls she’s encountered. With a silver tongue and fierce loyalty to ideals of peace, Reima thinks of the rising diplomat as more of a true knight than some who bear the title in truth.
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| − | : <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> '''[[Juleaux Dufresne]]''' : Originally having no idea as to his status, Reima took to the Dufresne Bellworks heir as a helping hand and dashing company when newly arrived in Ishgard. Jules’ peculiar, growing gift of foresight and a sudden departure for Sharlayan have caused her concern, but she continues to ask after him through his sister Eliane.
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| − | : <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> '''[[Kail Gerrad]]''' : While at first unsure of what to make of the sailor, Reima views the ‘Sea Dog’ with a familial fondness and firmly believes that--despite how Kail speaks of himself and how he might act--that he is a much better person than what initial perception reveals. Reima is quick to take his advice seriously and welcomes his lessons in worldly matters, despite how grim and harsh they might be.
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| − | : <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font> '''Babayo Bayo (NPC)''' : A sharp-tongued Dunesfolk seamstress and weaver who has served as Reima’s surrogate guardian since shortly after the Calamity. While she puts on a cantankerous front, Babayo’s warm-hearted sympathy leaks through for those she cares about, though that doesn’t prevent the woman from holding those people to high professional standards. She’s dearly fond of teas, and Reima still makes a point to meet her “Aunt” for a cup at home no matter the circumstances.
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| − | : <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font> '''Gauvain Gilrouis''' : A bowman and ranger who was in service to the Holy See and stationed in Ishgard proper, later swearing fealty to House D'Monchette. Outside of his duties in defending the skies above the city walls, he was one of those men responsible for maintaining communications between Ishgard and outlying fortresses due to his skillful handling of the messenger falcons. By appearances, he was tall and lean, marked by the dark curls of his hair and a slightly crooked, hawk-like nose. He was beloved by his daughter and once sought to nurture her skill in archery after their relocation to the Shroud. He is presumed dead in the wake of the Calamity.
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| − | : <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font> '''Lucienne Gilrouis''' : ''Under construction.''
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| − | : <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> '''[[Devereau Beauregard]]''' : ''Under construction.''
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| − | : <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> '''[[Martiallais Heuloix]]''' : ''Under construction.''
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| − | : <font style="color:#8f8377;" size="3">●</font> '''[[Sophia Grave]]''' : ''Under construction.''
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| − | : <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> '''[[Teetering Owl]]''' : ''Under construction.''
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| − | : <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> '''[[Trisselle Ganathain]]''' : ''Under construction.''
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| − | : <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font> '''[[Bertrand Irons]]''' : Betrand--the gruff physician--quickly became a steadfast fixture in Reima's world. While their lives often see each one passing by the other, Bert has a knack for making a paternal appearance when Reima finds herself subconsciously needing it most; be it through late-night meals or a shoulder on which to let free her secret tears.
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| − | : <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> '''[[Jayson Cross]]''' : One of the first friends that Reima made within the Aeon Free Company, she was forever clueless about his flirtations but marveled at his brilliance and dedication as an engineer, as well as his loyalty. To this day, she wants to gain a glimpse into his workshop.
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| − | : <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> '''[[Kyraeth Vale]]''' : An empathetic and wise woman whose intelligence Reima looked up to immensely. Reima's communications with Kyra abruptly halted, and a turn of fate kept her ignorant of the scholar's location, though it doesn't stop the girl from worrying after her.
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| − | : <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> '''[[Striding Oak]]''' : ''Under construction.''
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| − | : <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> '''[[X'Septha Dhen]]''' : One could easily call Septhaja a magical genius, and the spitfire-personality had endured more than anyone should. Reima loved the delicate person underneath the grumbling and trouble, however, before Septha's departure for Sharlayan lands.
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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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| − | : <font style="color:#90AB76;" size="3">■</font> "There's something not quite right with that one. Always talkin' to things that ain’t there." ''- Ul'dahn Market-Goer''
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| − | : <font style="color:#90AB76;" size="3">■</font> "Reima? Ah, she was a good courier when we didn't have the means for another. Borrowed her from Babayo Bayo. Pretty sure she just wanted an excuse to spend more time in the markets, eh? She got this glimmer in her eye like she was digging for buried treasure in the stalls. Still does, when she passes on through." ''- Ul'dahn Merchant''
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| − | : <font style="color:#90AB76;" size="3">■</font> "Chatty lass, that one, once you get 'er going. Likes 'er stories. Likes to talk pretty, like she's stuck in one." ''- Wood Wailer''
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| − | : <font style="color:#90AB76;" size="3">■</font> "She comes and goes a lot. 'Blows in on the wind', some might say. I think she's gone back to Ul'dah, now? Or headed north for Ishgard?" ''- Conjurers' Guild Acolyte''
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| − | : <font style="color:#F37E1D;" size="3">■</font> "I heard she can talk to trees. Moogles, too!" ''- Gridanian Child''
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| − | : <font style="color:#F37E1D;" size="3">■</font> "Fairly sure that she was some noble's girl before the Calamity. You can hear it in the way she talks, from time to time. And she's got that ''bearing'' when she doesn't realize it. Sad, of course, but she won't have been the first to be brought low." ''- Ul'dahn Socialite''
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| − | : <font style="color:#F37E1D;" size="3">■</font> "That girl has been digging into ''something'', for certain. Asked me if I hadn't spoken with one of those academic lot lately. Keeps buying these old books no matter how torn apart they are. Junk." ''- Ul'dahn Peddler''
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| − | : <font style="color:#F37E1D;" size="3">■</font> "I see her with one of the Temple Knights rather frequently. A Duskwight, no less, and keeping close company. Now ''there's'' a curiosity for you." ''- Ishgardian Laywoman''
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| − | : <font style="color:#D83018;" size="3">■</font> "She looks quite a bit like Lucienne... She was a good woman that, but...very frail. When she'd mentioned her mother, I thought it might be the Gilrouis girl, but Gauvain and Lucienne haven't been back to Ishgard since cycles before the Calamity." ''- Stephannot Arbeau, Ishgardian Pharmacist''
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| − | : <font style="color:#aac5b4;" size="3">■</font> "Darling Reima. She possesses beauty and courage a-plenty, and a heart of gold to match. She is as a daughter any mother would be proud of." - [[Brynhilde Wulf]]
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| − | : <font style="color:#aac5b4;" size="3">■</font> "Lady Reima is a kind hearted, charming young woman. To others she may seem like a wall flower, dainty, and otherwise clumsy...But I know she has potential." - [[Dartanon Nobis]]
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| − | : <font style="color:#aac5b4;" size="3">■</font> "Lady Reima is probably the most positive person I have met. She is always looking at the upside, and is admirably able to pick up just about anyone's spirit." -[[Leon Greymoon]]
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| − | : <font style="color:#aac5b4;" size="3">■</font> "She has a real lovely way with words. I hope one day she does something with her creativity -- she'd put most bards to shame." - [[Striding Oak]]
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| − | : <font style="color:#aac5b4;" size="3">■</font> "Gem among coals that girl, can get more done with a smile than I can get done with a blade." - [[Kail Gerrad]]
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| − | : <font style="color:#aac5b4;" size="3">■</font> "Oh she's precious, really! Her positiveness is refreshing and there's no one other person I would love to talk about ruins and lost artifacts throughout the night than her. She makes sleeping parties fun." - [[Septhaja Hellebore]]
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| − | : <font style="color:#aac5b4;" size="3">■</font> "She is kinder than most I have met during my travels. I foresee great things from her in the future." - [[Graeham Ridgefield]]
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| − | : <font style="color:#aac5b4;" size="3">■</font> "♪Lady Reima of Green, so it would seem, is a light and fine maiden before thee. But with just an ire stare, best you beware, even a dragon would flee.♪" - [[Khuja'sae Fashonti]]
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| − | : <font style="color:#aac5b4;" size="3">■</font> "Oh my, yes, she's a definite sweetroll. But the very wise know better than to underestimate their pastries." - [[Eliane Dufresne]]
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| − | : <font style="color:#aac5b4;" size="3">■</font> "Wonderful girl, Reima. One of the kindest people I've ever met. Treat her well in turn, and you've a true friend. Treat her badly, and I'll see that you regret it." - [[Arcian Martell]]
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| − | : <font style="color:#5c8aa4;" size="3">■</font> ...you've done business with the seamstress Babayo Bayo in Ul’dah since the Calamity (Year 1572 ET). Reima would make deliveries and perform some mending work.
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| − | : <font style="color:#5c8aa4;" size="3">■</font> ...you’ve spotted her while shopping along one of the Exchange Avenues, in Ul’dah. She could often be found browsing the stalls and speaking in a friendly manner with merchants, and so may appear to be familiar.
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| − | : <font style="color:#5c8aa4;" size="3">■</font> ...you've heard word of the girl's search for scholar and historian from one of those merchants, or of her penchant to poke into the unknown, from the same.
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| − | : <font style="color:#5c8aa4;" size="3">■</font> ...you’ve frequented the Stillglade Fane in Gridania at any point since the launch of FFXIV ARR (Year 1577 ET).
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| − | ===<div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Contacts and Out-of-Character Information</div>===
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| − | : <font style="color:#5c8aa4;" size="3">■</font> I thoroughly enjoy random roleplaying, and I welcome walk-ups! Please send me a "/tell" if you think I might be OOC, as I am still trying to absorb the game's main story content.
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| − | : <font style="color:#5c8aa4;" size="3">■</font> You can reach me at the [http://ffxiv-roleplayers.com/index.php RPC] through a private message to "Reima".
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| − | : <font style="color:#5c8aa4;" size="3">■</font> Feel free to contact me through my [http://conjurer-reima.tumblr.com/ FFXIV Character Tumblr], as well!
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| − | ===<div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Footnotes</div>===
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| − | : '''Theme Song''': [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y8FUPDxc3sA Key to My Heart (Piano)]
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