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MUSINJO MALGRANDA - - - (☄) - - - A B O U T ALIAS¦Musi BIRTH NAME¦Rairaichu Raichu AGE¦Mid 20's GENDER¦Female RACE¦Lalafell CLAN¦Dunesfolk ORIENTATION¦Heterosexual MARITAL¦Married DEITY¦Nald'thal, the Traders L O O K S / P E R S O N A L I T Y ◈ Standing at a little over a staggering 3'1", Musinjo feels self-conscious about her height. Too big to be cute, too small to be sexy. She feels very similarly about her bust size (big for a Lalafell, but still laughably tiny). ◈ Her build is very squishy and chubby even for a Lalafell. She has some strength from just running about Eorzea, but is nowhere near having that fit warrior body others might. Think of her as a marshmallow - firm, but incredibly soft. ◈ Her face is reddened and freckled - making for a flawed complexion. She doesn't have any scars to really speak of and would like it to stay that way if she can help it. On occasion she will wear eyeliner for special events or when she wants to feel pretty, but not everyday (secretly is a little clueless with how other makeup works). ◈ Her chestnut brown hair is purposely messy looking. She typically half-heartedly styles it to be spikey and punk-ish. Musinjo rarely lets her hair down since it only gets in her way. She doesn't just cut it all off because she looks like a little boy. ◈ Her eyes are probably her favorite aspect about herself. Unlike other Dunesfolk who have very light eyes, Musinjo's eyes are an intense, deep sapphire blue that glimmer with flecks of forest green and caramel brown when in the light. The first thing you'd probably notice about this Lalafellen lass is that she is rather quiet, but it isn't because she thinks too highly for herself. She just doesn't have much to say though it tends to come off coldly as she tends to fold her arms when resting and doesn't really smile much if left alone. Several instances have happened because people mistakenly read her reserved exterior for cockiness. Truthfully, she's very caring to others' plights for help and has trouble saying no to those in need - even if all they need is a tissue. Due to her sympathetic nature, she tends to be a little too trusting and believes just about any story, especially from close friends and family. She tries to see only the good in people due to this aspect of herself, but do note that once she has found that you have crossed her or she feels as if she's been wronged - she will never trust you again. However there are times when her jealousy gets the best of her and she'll despise you anyway. She tries her best to keep her sassy side hidden, but once you get to know her she, like most other people, tend to let her guard down. Stuff about her powers. H I S T O R Y ☼ ¦BEFORE THE CALAMITY... Despite her Dunesfolk heritage, Musinjo was born and raised in The Black Shroud on the 26th of the 5th Umbral Moon. Her ancestors had moved to the Black Shroud from Ul'dah a hundred or so years ago and slowly integrated themselves into Gridanian society. It didn't take long for the magically inclined family to discover and study the art of Conjury. The art has since been passed down to generation to generation and Musinjo (then Rairaichu) was no different. Thus this little Lalafell was taught Conjury (along with alchemy and botany) at a young age and planned to go into the family business of healing. That plan crashed and burned when she met a young Miqo'te named Jocjo Ursema when she was but a simple teenager. Even though he was older than her, she was quite enamored with him. They ended up keeping in touch through the years and eventually ended up in a relationship when she came of age. It didn't take long for the two to get married and due to Jocjo's tribe's traditions he renamed her from Rairaichu Raichu to Musinjo Malgranda (meaning Small Mouse in his tribe's language). Since Jocjo was originally from the Thanalan deserts, Musinjo moved there shortly before they wed and was incredibly happy to finally live happily ever after with him... Which could've happened if it weren't for that damned war. Because Jocjo was so talented with the lance, the Immortal Flames called him back to service and he couldn't refuse. Not wanting to be away from her recently betrothed, Musinjo signed up for the Immortal Flames as a medic and was tossed right into the fray. Needless to say, Jocjo was quite unhappy and felt an uneasy feeling about the situation... That uneasy feeling ended up being right. When the battle of Cartenoue took play, Musinjo was on the front lines as an immediate medic. She had never witnessed so much death in her life... During the struggle Musinjo was lost among the chaos and Jocjo desperately tried to find her. He turned over countless Lalafellen bodies in his desperate attempt to find her - dreading the worst had happened. Then, by blessings untold, Jocjo finally found her amongst the barely living trying her best to heal those in need and failing. In tears she looked up to her beloved and a sigh of relief escaped her lips just as the unthinkable happened. The lesser moon came crashing onto the battle field and Bahamut broke out from within... Musinjo did the only thing she could do - protect Jocjo at all costs. She shielded him the best she could from the impact and braced herself for the inevitable... Then the unexpected happened... She hazily blinked her eyes open once more. She was now off the battle field and among those in intensive care in an Ul'dahn hospital of sorts, surrounded by those who also somehow managed to survive. She couldn't remember anything. Not even her own name. All she had was this strange ring... ☄ ¦AFTER THE CALAMITY... text text text R E L A T I O N S ♡ JOCJO URSEMA (husband) ◇ --- (close friend) ○ --- (friend) ○ --- (acquaintance) ✗ --- (dislikes) ✗ --- (enemies) H O O K S ◈ Text, text, text. ◈ Text, text, text. O O C ◈ I will play... anything PG-13 (drinking and swearing are okay). ◈ I will not play... anything M+ and no romantic plots please. ◈ Last updated... 00/00/0000 ◈ A music playlist inspired by Musinjo can be found here. ◈ Wiki made by D'lyhhia Lhuil. Base layout taken from Atreus del Alumet. ...text text text.❞