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|characteroverview=Sil'tel is an unsual hybrid consisting of a female Xaela Au Ra and Voidsent, most notably distinguished by the prominent growth of large Succubus horns and dangerously sharp fingernails. Despite retaining many of the physical attributes that characterise a Xaela woman, Sil'tel's existence as a half-succubus is problematic in many significant ways. She cannot blend easily into society like a normal Au Ra because her voidsent features prohibit this, and unlike normal Succubi, who can gain nourishment from sexual essence, Sil'tel's only means of sustenance is to completely consume her sexual partner's essence, '''invariably killing them'''. Despite these substantial flaws, she works tirelessly to foster diplomacy between the inhabitants of Eorzea and Succubi, particularly the ones in Haukke Manor where she often resides. Along with her business partner, she runs the "Roar Deal Trading Co." which is little more than a front for trafficking men. She is a talented martial artist, but steers away from combat if she can manage it. Almost universally misjudged by everyone she encounters, she keeps a firm hold on her generally pleasant countenance and is more than comfortable in most social interactions. She is often found in Ul'dah, the bustling streets providing many opportunities for lonely men to vanish. She speaks lazy, drawling Eorzean, and commonly uses playful pet-names for those she encounters.
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[[File:Sileyel.png|frameless]] '''''"Th' way ah gotta live... Nothin' makes right what ah gotta do, but ah have t' hope it's all worth it."''''' [[File:Sileyer.png|frameless]]</div><br />
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:'''Given Name:'''  Sil'tel Ferima ''(Sil - tel | Feh - ree - mah)''
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'''Common Appearance:''' Slightly above-average height for a Xaela, Sil'tel sports an unintentionally eye-catching physique. While little sense of muscle tone pervades her appearance, she is not wanting for definition thanks to a highly active lifestyle. She has a generous bust for an Au Ra, and shapely hips, but is slim in all other aspects. She is fully able-bodied, balanced and flexible, her stoic countenance often disguised by a relaxed, overly-casual posture. Her abyssal-blue Xaela horns are small, simple, and elegant, running parallel to her head and ending in a point behind her. More noticeable are the forward-facing horns of the same size sprouting from the crown of her temples. Most obvious are the two enormous Succubus-indicative horns that jut from behind her Au Ra horns and sleekly curve a few fulms to a razor-sharp point behind her. Her tail is nondescript, reaching to her achilles tendon in a slow-tapered point. With a beautifully-featured face, smooth cheeks and rosy lips, her eyes stand out startlingly. Deep crimson irises are encircled by vivid scarlet limbal rings, and her long dark lashes stay low and blink lazily. Finally, Sil'tel's volumous hair is bright white, aside from faint highlights of red at her tips, and drapes carelessly down her back as well as framing her face and angling over her forehead.
  
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'''Scars & Markings:''' In terms of scars or signs of battle, Sil'tel is remarkably unscathed. It's unclear whether this is the result of voidsent influence, but it is apparent that Sil'tel is extremely capable of avoiding damage. Aside from the usual Xaela abyssal-blue scales, Sil'tel's light, even skin is largely unmarked from head to toe, and completely bereft of tattoos or adornments.
  
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:''Sil'': The only nickname she currently accepts with graciousness. She would not, however, find it suitable or pleasing to be called this by anyone other than someone she has respect or a personal interest in.
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'''Voice:''' When Sil'tel does speak, it is a soft, inquisitive alto, light in pitch and possessing a playful huskiness, her voice cracking slightly in her laughs and more excited outbursts. Her accent is a unique blend of sensual murmuring and farmhand drawl. She speaks slowly and confidently so that people unused to hearing her accent can clearly define what she is saying. Surprisingly, despite the strong accent, Sil'tel has proved herself to be gifted at disguising her voice with other accents. This originates from a time when she would utilize Glamour prisms and hide her accent in order to go shopping in the nearby encampments and cities.  
  
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:''Madam'': A cute father/daughter-exclusive nickname used only in the home by her late father.
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'''Clothing:''' Being of low finances, Sil'tel does not have a vast wardrobe of outfits, and tends to be seen in only a few notable ensembles. Most often she will be in a vivid green cloth top that displays her shoulder and arms, as well as completely exposing her midriff. Dark green material wraps her wrists, and her long, sharp fingernails are painted metallic green. Sil'tel's scandalously revealing belt-skirt is little more than a strip of green cloth held behind two leather belts holding hip-satchels, and does nothing to obfuscate her dazzling green undergarments. Gold-coloured leather cords weave down from her thighs and meet traditional Au Ra open-toed boots that reach just shy of her knees. The outfit is eye-catching to say the least, and while Sil'tel remains adamant that she has stitched it all herself out of necessity, the enticing flesh exposed by the minimal look functions as a deterrent for people of high moral integrity and affixes the interests of men Sil'tel is attempting to seduce.
  
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<div style="text-align: center;">[[File:Sileyel.png|frameless]] '''''"Don't flaunt it if y' ain't prepared t' put it t' use."''''' [[File:Sileyer.png|frameless]]</div>
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[[File:siltelprofile.jpg|right|395px|Sil'tel Ferima reclining outside Ul'dah]]
 
  
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:'''Height:''' 6 fulms, 7 ilms - considered to be of low to average height for a Hellsguard female.
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'''Demeanor:''' Sil'tel stands in a manner that is constantly shifting. While she appears casual and relaxed her stance is often one that displays her femininity. She appears unassuming, which results in a very approachable and guardless look. When conversing, Sil's gaze is entrancing, not only because of the intense colour in her eyes, but because she focuses intently and almost unerringly on her subject. This is not something she does consciously, she just like to give people her undivided attention, and often comes across as overly-interested, or intimidating. She is flirtatious and enigmatic with both men and women, though women do not interest her, and rarely lets a knowing smirk leave her lips. For those sensitive to auras and energies, Sil'tel gives off tell-tale signals of dark voidsent intent, and this can become overwhelming, particularly when she is hungry and senses she may have found a male to provide her sustenance. She is, however, completely unaware of this emanation. While Sil'tel does exude a demeanor of a young woman steeped in confidence and allure, it becomes apparent to those who know her better that she is not especially intelligent and this shortcoming often runs her foul of people who are offended when she does not filter what comes out of her mouth.
  
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:'''Weight:''' 245 ponz - a virtual light-weight for her race.
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'''Nature:''' While it may not be entirely evident, Sil'tel is a deeply compassionate person. She cares desperately for the people close to her and would do almost anything for them, hence why she is capable of delivering men to unfortunate ends to help the other Succubi in Haukke Manor, who she considers her only family. She would like to appear intelligent and worldly, but fails often, impressing only the naive. Sil'tel is always at odds with her own biology. She recognises that her own sustenance requires the loss of life for someone else, and makes no bones about the fact she is putting herself before the lives of those she kills as a result of sexual union. Remorseless as it may seem, she loathes this necessity of killing, and strives to make her victims' last moments as pleasurable as she can. Despite feeling her lot in life is unfair, she tries to surround herself with laughter and excitement, and is happiest of all when she is at play. She feels strongly that her seductive side, her deceptions, her lustful hungering, are all unnatural parts of her, obscuring the beautiful, carefree soul she tries to be in spite of her Succubus nature.
  
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:'''Body:''' Although her overall mass is considered by some of her species to border on 'petite' she is a solid figure. From a distance, she can easily be confused for a bulky male Elezen. Beginning from the top, she has a uniquely sculpted face with a square jaw that tapers down into a long graceful neck. Broadening into powerful shoulders, her body stays wide unto the ribcage, only then tapering into a relatively slender waist then blooming outwards once again into voluptuous hips. The length of her powerful arms and legs do something to reduce the illusion of bulky muscle, though muscle she has no shortage of.  While Siobhain bears undeniable feminine traits such as an ample bosom, a meaty backside, and broad hips, this is near-constantly obscured by her choice of masculine attire.  Her only odd characteristic are proportionally small hands and feet which allow her to move with a quiet elegance almost unbecoming of her breed.
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'''Beliefs:''' Hardly the most pious person, Sil'tel has an astounding sense of loathing for the Twelve and Primals and other deific entities. She puts the blame for what she is squarely on the shoulders of them all. She will rarely express any dissatisfaction with gods and higher beings, but becomes sullen and untalkative when the topic is introduced. She believes very strongly that Succubi can be integrated into Eorzean culture, like Goblins and Moogles, if they are educated and properly guided by someone who understands their needs and urges. Underneath the guise of this philanthropic cause, however, is a deep-seated desperate hope that if she can achieve this integration for Succubi that are far more mindless and savage, all the deaths she has caused to sustain herself and further her cause will be justified.
  
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:'''Complexion:''' Although many things can be said about the Hellsguard woman, not one upon the list is that she cares overly about her appearance. Despite this, and her sometimes brutal history as a disciplined fighter, her pale carmine skin is relatively unmarred for what can be seen of it given her conservative style of dress. Siobhain bears no pock-marks or excessive tattoos. Her right cheek bears a thin scar that extends from near her hairline to her lower cheek in a vertical line. Likewise, her neck, when uncovered, bears a similarly slender scar as well as a circle of puncture wounds that may resemble a bite-mark. Upon her rarely exposed forearms, she bears numerous thin scars of varying length between wrist and elbow and likewise with the area between her ankles and shins. Her back, though it has never been seen without her consent, is a veritable web of scars that might occur to one beholding them as the result of some ritualistic flagellation.
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'''Habits:''' Due to the nature of her cause, seducing men to supply her charges with sustenance, Sil'tel has developed a habit of being very 'touchy'. She will place a light hand on people when they are talking, and look at them endearingly, seeming agreeable even if she disagrees with what they are talking about. Fake sincerity and interest comes so naturally to her that she is very often completely unaware she is sending out some very awkward messages. Rarely will she shy away from a gentle caress, even from people she dislikes, giving way for people to think her compliant and elated by the attention. When thinking or nervous, Sil'tel has a bad habit of using her sharp nails to scratch inadvertently against railings and tables and clothing. Since she has become used to using endearing terms for almost everyone, she will very often refer to people not by their names, but by petnames such as "Darlin'" or "Sweetheart", or nicknames relating to something about their appearances and behaviour.
  
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:'''Face:''' As aforementioned, the skin of Shiv's face is intact and uncharacteristically soft to the eye as well as the touch. She bears the common characteristics of her race; a pronounced nose-bridge (just slightly more pronounced due to three partial breaks), a dark patch of skin around her nostrils, deeply set eyes, and shapely eyebrows. Her amber eyes are gem-like in their hardness, often aimed in some silent scrutiny of another that is usually interpreted as 'disapproving'. Her naturally arched brows, that taper upwards to point at an angle towards her hairline, only serve to complement her fierce expressions. The Roe's two softening facial qualities are her heavy eye lids which sometimes serve to dampen her hawk-like gaze, and her full, dark lips that curl ever so slightly at the corners when relaxed, giving the impression that she is perpetually smiling when not enraged.  
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<div style="text-align: center;">[[File:Sileyel.png|frameless]] '''''"Cause 'n effect, Darlin', Cause 'n effect... Don't know what that means, but it sounds real smart, don't it?"''''' [[File:Sileyer.png|frameless]]</div>
  
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''Her ear lobes bear a single piercing in either side. The earrings she favors vary from time to time and often do not match.
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* Fighting when alternate strategies are viable.
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* Food. At all. She can't enjoy it.
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''' Racial:''' Being multi-racial herself (after a fashion), Sil'tel has no real prejudice against any particular race or breed. She mistrusts most of the Eorzean races equally when it comes to their ability and willingness to invade her peoples' domains and slaughtering them for prestige and profit. Less a prejudice and more a selling point to her cause.
  
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''She bears a tiny marking in the center of her forehead reminiscent of the traditional jewels worn by some Seekers of the Sun, clasped in the center of a tiny shield tattoo.''
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''' Dogmatic:''' While Sil'tel subscribes to no particular theocratic ideology, she has found herself often as the unwarranted target of scorn and harassment from people who do, especially people who view Voidsent as nothing but a bane upon Eorzea. This being commonplace, it has led her to being less than enthusiastic about being around people who follow more inflexible religious doctrine, as she feels the more zealous they get, the more likely she is to be painted with an unfair brush by them. Consequently, she goes out of her way to avoid churches and temples, and is pleasantly surprised when parishioners of these places treat her kindly.
  
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''Siobhain's scar list is as follows: A thin scar, horizontal, on the left side of her neck, a vertical scar over the right side of her face, a bite mark on the right side of her neck, a puncture scar on the left side of her abdomen halfway between ribs and hip, and thirty-two whip-scars, sixteen on either side of her back.
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''' Cultural:''' Sil'tel is worldly in the same way a creature of the forest is worldly. She knows enough to get by and has some vague notions of why we have abstract means of expression and paths of embetterment. She values talented artists for the beauty and skill they can bring into the world, but has no time at all for "artists" whose work is beyond the scope of her grasping. She finds these people to be stupid, but tolerates their presence in society the same way she would a boasting child.
  
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:'''Hair:''' As both a 'Paladin' and smith by trade and one who, for the most part, gives rather little care in the way of aesthetics beyond personal hygiene, Shiv favors keeping her white hair manageable. This means, by her definition, short and swept enough from her face to prevent obscuring her vision at any given time. This choice of styling tends to make her natural widow's peak, one shared with both her mother and brother, more prominent. The hair itself is rather thick and coarse, growing how it will and defying gravity despite all attempts to the contrary. Only in recent years has her mane regained enough length, reaching a few ilms above her muscled shoulders, to be smoothed back rather than spiking of its own volition.
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:'''Fashion:''' Unlike numerous other Roegadyn women who proudly show their shapely bodies to Eorzea in whatever garments they find comfortable, this particular Roe prefers to dress for work at all times. She might be commonly seen in  traveling garb; a tunic with billowing sleeves and leather trousers fitted tightly enough to move without hindrance. As a general rule, the more patches and holes her clothing has, the more she favors the outfit, but even in peace times she is inclined to don her brilliant plate armor. The set is much like many others that are forged in Ul'dah; of platinum hue and sturdy make, customized in the sections for her joints for more maneuverability than many Paladins prefer.
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''' Tenacity ''' - Sil'tel may not be the hardiest of combatants when compared to warriors and paladins in full plate, but having trained in martial arts for many years, honing breathing techniques and constant cardiovascular exercise, she's more than capable of delivering energetic move after move without signs of losing speed or power. She's never finished fighting until she's unconscious or victorious, or simply calls it quits.<br />
  
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''Siobhain does have two articles of clothing that she favors: boots and gloves. Although she claims that it's not so easy to come by a good set of resilient leathers, the Roe can often be found distracted by a Leatherworker's stall, considering a commission of a fine new pair of knee-highs and comfortable mitts to fit into her gauntlets. To that end, she spares no expense on such luxuries and often changes these articles between any of her favorite sets.''
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''' Agility ''' - Monks and martial artists strive towards fluidity in their movements and Sil is no different. Able to shift seamlessly from offense to defense to offense, Sil'tel maintains a framework that allows for fast reaction time and rapid movement.<br />
  
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''' Flexibility ''' - Lithe and slim, it's barely any effort or discomfort for her to perform acts of impressive contortion and displacement. She stretchy, y'all.<br />
  
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''' Surprising Strength ''' - Whether the result is from strenuous physical training or a byproduct of her unique biology, Sil'tel's petite frame conceals a disproportionate strength. Many of her battles have been won through her opponents' underestimations of her prowess, and she is not the type to pull her punches when given any opportunity.
  
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:'''Demeanor:''' Siobhain is generally as she first appears. Her body language speaks of some sort of higher bearing, with a straight spine and squared shoulders. One would never think to describe her as meek. She is, however, soft-spoken when no reason for anger or indignance is given, and rather open-minded about many topics, even ones as controversial as religion and politics. Always, she'll hear an opinion and credit it if it is based on substance and she conducts herself by her own moral code, devout in her faith and having faith in herself. Her generally fair positions in many matters makes her a viable short-notice referee of honor-bouts and a respectable arbiter in personal disputes. Although she is worldly on matters such as bloodshed, poverty, and war, she is unforgiving to thieves and bullies or anyone she interprets as such. She is not one to stand by while an innocent is abused in any manner, and will often intervene without being requested, but rarely to the extent of intended martyrdom. She believes that engaging an opponent with the will to survive is more courageous than engaging with the intent of dying.
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''' Bladed Weapons ''' - Being a close-range melee combatant, Sil's most direct danger comes from enemies wielding multiple sharp-edged weapons. Unless she can effectively neutralize these weapons she stands a high probability of being cut. Her minimalistic attire offers little armour, compounding the necessity to avoid confrontations where she cannot disarm all of her foes before falling to severe risk.<br />
  
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:'''Personality:''' For most, Shiv appears intimidating on first meeting and the perception rarely alters by second, third, fourth, or even fifth meeting. The expression she wears for contemplation is almost identical to her expression of disapproval, however, and this often explains why she comes across as frigid as she does. Her moral compass always points north and she spends some amount of time trying to decipher the orientation of others. Always, she is considering who may be a threat and who has potential as an ally, so she is slow to speak and has a tendency to be laconic if ever she finds the words for a situation not to her interest. If she feels something is wrong or injustice is being done, she can be counted as one of the first to stand up and take action. Equally, she can be gentle, even tender with those whom she deems require it. This often applies to women of smaller races, children, and Lalafell, as she seems to be under the impression that the race as a whole is incapable of malice. Her steadfastness in her beliefs borderlines naivety, however, and her personal code can often be so rigid that she will not back down to save herself if it means preserving her own honor.
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''' Vulnerable ''' - Scantily-clad and unarmed save for her elaborate knuckle weapons, there's very little to stop Sil'tel receiving physical damage that pierces or crushes through her defensive abilities, so agility and offense is her mainstay. While aether is something her body naturally absorbs over time, it will not be very effective in providing resistance against enfeebling or destructive magic.<br />
  
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:'''Quirks:''' Besides her affection for footwear and handwear, Shiv has a number of small oddities about her. Despite her stature, she dislikes heights above an average of six fulms, including the decks of ships and towers. In such settings she begins to crack her knuckles and fidgit, becoming short tempered as time wears on. She also has a personal dislike of Chocobos, and has been known to tersely state  that 'they are for eating, not for riding', though she has never be seen eating Chocobo meat. Her severe glower tends to gravitate to the tails and ears of nearby Miqo'tes as well as Lalafell. Though she never admits it aloud, she finds these things irresistibly cute. Instances where such people or parts are present are usually filled with staring and teeth-grinding that can be perceived as threatening when in fact she is resisting the urge to lavish affection upon the unwitting bearers of such traits. Her love for combat and superb fighting skill tends to instill a respect for men and women whose personalities might otherwise agitate her. This respect can grow to dangerous degrees if the individual continues to show a willingness to fight her, coming close in some cases to adoration, reverence, or a strong physical desire that reflects a more bestial side of the Roegadyn.
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''' Long Range ''' - Sil'tel is a close range fighter almost purely. She is devastating when right up toe-to-toe with her opponents where she can stun, grapple or stagger her assailants, but arrows from many yalms away and magic cast from just as far makes her essentially a sitting duck. While she has developed a few techniques to cover ground at blistering speed, if an opponent can keep out of her range her effectiveness in combat is all but neutralized.<br />
  
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:'''Flaws:''' Though Siobhain is very difficult to anger, she is likewise difficult to calm when she pressed beyond her limitations. Although those who are close to her can commonly settle her mounting anger, she has been known to go into a blind rage that ceases only when her target(s) are unconscious or she is. Due to this flaw, she practices her daily physical and mental routines and does everything in her power to retain her emotional discipline. Similarly, the Hellsguard bears an almost unhealthy desire for pain and bloodshed, tending to lose herself in unguarded fights where blood is drawn. Her personality often shifts from one of cold calculation to one of malice and near-erotic lust in the heat of bloodied single combat, driving her sometimes well beyond her own known limitations to the breaking point. She is also protective to a dangerous degree over the very few she considers to be close friends or loved ones and at times can be naive on matters of honor or moral code.
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''' Weaponry ''' - Technically speaking, Sil'tel herself is her weapon, her body trained superbly in the martial arts. Her fierce punches, however, are made terrifying by the addition of metallic green Kaiser Knuckles Zeta. The sharp spines that extend in front of the weapons blaze with energy when Sil's fighting spirit is roused. The glowing orange "claws" that manifest when the weapons activate extend her reach and give a truly intimidating look to the weapons. Without her fearsome weapons, however, she is still capable and dangerous.
  
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:'''Intelligence:''' As mentioned prior, Siobhain's physical appearance often obscures her intelligence. Although not scholarly by anyone's definition she is a well-read individual. If asked, she will admit that often during her youth she was encouraged to read manuals on fighting styles and tactics in order to advance her learning. Having grown up in Ul'dah, despite her somewhat sheltered upbringing, she became accustomed to the sometimes selfish mindsets of individuals looking to survive or to swindle where they could. Likewise, she is all too familiar with the dark politics of those self-made nobles of her home city. The rumored dealings of the Syndicate as well as other, similar, acts of those she considered greedy and degenerate led her to pursue the life of a knight-errant rather lending herself to what remained of the once grand Paladin order, and in turn abandoning her Sultansworn mentor.
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''' Chakra ''' - Through training and meditation as a Monk, Sil'tel has unlocked numerous Chakras, allowing her to manifest spiritual energy in multiple fashions. From using this energy to invigorate her reserves of physical energy, to expelling it in focused and unfocused blasts, to knitting her wounds back together in basic regeneration.
  
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''' 'Dead Sexy' ''' - Less a "combat" skill and more of a skillset trait, if Sil'tel can manage to turn a male to her wiles, with the conclusion being sexual intercourse, the man will die through complete absorption of his energies and essence at the moment of his climax. Death has proven to be the invariable outcome no matter the physical, spiritual, or magical strength of her partner. This may not be properly described as a combat ability, but she takes her advantages wherever she can get them.
  
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:The paladin's dedication to the Twelve is as thoroughly incorporated in her personality as an individual as all of her mentality regarding combat and what it entails. She believes strongly in the Twelve, but focuses her beliefs far more into Azeyma where others might assume she would naturally prefer Halone the Fury or Rhalgr the Destroyer. Inquisition is the path to the heart of justice, and all untruths are laid bare before the light of a pure soul. Warding comes before warfare, by the same tenants of her belief, and she would easily surrender a fight in favor of diplomacy. Her perception of how the Twelve affect those mortal beings that follow them is slightly different than some.
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:It is her belief that the gods favor all mortals, and that they exist as safeguards of faith-- but that with their blessings come responsibilities for all mortals to do what they must to survive, not only as individuals, but as communities unified by their own mortality. Misfortune befalls all living things at some point to some degree, and it is what those individuals choose to do to overcome those obstacles or help others overcome their pains that determine their ultimate fate. In essence, she prays to the Twelve for guidance, thanking them for all they have done in order to protect the inhabitants of Eorzea-- but it is Siobhain's strong belief that it is time for the people to stand on their own and protect the names and power of their deities as those deities protected living things in the past.
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:Siobhain makes it clear that she would die peacefully, if her death meant some small hope for the innocents that exist in the world or will come to exist long after she is gone. Though she does not approve of selfishness in others, she knows that she can only aide those that will accept it, and gratitude is unimportant.
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:'''Romance:''' Siobhain does not consider herself terribly masculine, although her manner of speaking, choice of 'fashion', and confident conduct may often mislead one to assuming she is somewhat 'butch'. In reality, the Roegadyn believes in ever-lasting love, she simply chooses not to actively seek or pursue such relationships due, mostly, to her disillusion that the males of her species are like her brother Klarimel and males of other species are simply too small or fragile. Whether or not she would be open to a relationship with a female of any race is not a concept she has ever considered as she usually establishes a maternal, protective, or sororal bond with other women, seeing them definitely as too small or weak compared to herself. In essence, her choice of a life-long or even short-term mate would require the individual to be somewhat similarly aligned with her moral standpoints as well as someone who was strong of heart if not of body. Race or gender is of little to no consequence so long as the love is mutual and whole as Siobhain believes that her individual contributions towards the propagation of her species is unnecessary and her line of work would not allow her to even consider a child until the calamity of recent years has been wholly overcome.
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:The Roegadyn bears some traditional beliefs in her approach to romance. The knowledge of her heritage has brought her to believe that first, the individual of interest must prove their faith in the Twelve by declaring as much without sparing any detail. This is one of the most paramount beliefs she bears; even her wayward father respected the Twelve. Superstitious by tradition, the Roegadyn female also lends great credit to the word of others on the matter of deities, believing that those who speak lies of faith would be punished on Nymeia's wheel in due course. Second, the individual courting her must master her name. Hers is one particularly difficult to pronounce, even for her own kin, and thus, those who are not Roegadyn usually must spend more time learning to deliver her name in the correct way. Third, the individual must best her in combat. This is a way to test not only their strength but their dedication to her as she tends to be a ferocious opponent. Finally, she must claim her aspiring lover, verbally and physically, and must be claimed in turn. Only after these conditions are met will the Hellsguard see the individual as her mate and honor them fully as such.
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:For her, a Roegadyn relationship is outward, revealed through small, physical shows to others, especially close friends and family. Use of her true name, displays of affection such as hand-holding and such, and even shows of aggression and territorial behavior are what she considers to be normal. Not having that balance in a relationship leaves her paranoid and possessive, perpetually sizing up all other females much like a Miqo'te Nunh.
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! <div align="left" style="font-family:Georgia;"><font style="color:#000000;" size="2">'''"The Girls", Succubi of Haukke Manor'''</font>  '''(''' <font style="color:#8f827a;" size="2">♥</font><font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="2">♥</font><font style="color:#4e9362;" size="2">●</font> ''')'''  -  '''Sil's Adoptive 'Sisters''''</div>
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| <div style="font-size:12px; font-family:Georgia">'''The Closest Thing to Family :''' Haukke Manor was where Sil'tel first appeared in the world, and it's where she chooses now to reside. Despite the unspeakable and horrific acts she has witnessed from these normally placid Manor-dwellers, the friendly nonchalance they display towards Sil's presence inside their domain is more or less a welcome invitation in her mind. She feels a deep kinship with the voidsent women, one she can't elaborately describe. She feels concern and pity for them, and a spirit of commitment and obligation towards improving their existence. While the majority of the Succubi who inhabit the grounds are incredibly violent towards interlopers and even more cruel towards men who stray onto the premises, Sil'tel is adamant that dignified ties of allegiance can be forged with the Eorzean races if effort is made to understand each other. Consequently, she feels as though she has taken on a motherly role of feeding and taking care of the 'Girls' while simultaneously feeling as though she is their younger sibling due to the differences in their biology.<br /><br />
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:: ''[[Wyznalyr Sthalsmhidwyn-Surthsthalwyb]]'' (Mother)- Wyznalyr was born in Ala Mhigo before her family abruptly relocated to Ul'dah, intending to peddle their wares where there was less competition. She descends from a long line of powerful swordsmen, lancers, and axe-wielders, as well as artisan smiths. Her parents retired to the outskirts of Ul'dah when she came of age and the young Roegadyn woman was left alone to inherit and run her own black smithing business. Anything that could be forged of metal and gems, from jewelry to plate armor, keen blades to cooking vessels she could create and did so magnificently. She met 'Surtsthal the Swarthy' during her down time in a local tavern and became just as smitten with him as he did with her. However, she was steadfast in her desire to live an honest life and uphold her family's honor and this condition Surtsthal met with surprising swiftness. Ten years after their son Klarimel was born, Wyznalyr was taken aback to realize her husband had simply up and left, and gathered from his short message that he could no longer stand the stifled life she had forced him into. This, she accepted stoutly, but when her oldest child left, similarly, without explanation a mere five years later, she was devastated. For some time, she took to her drink and neglected her work, leaving her confused young daughter to fend for herself for the better part of two years. Her life was a blur of drunken misery and bitterness until one day a Sultansworn tore her out of her home, cast her onto the dusty ground, and presented her with her own battered and blood-soaked daughter. The child she saw that day was one that she no longer recognized-- the childish joy in her eyes had been extinguished, replaced by a hardness forged from her mother's neglect. Though the girl refused to steal, she had no qualms about taking leftovers from garbage piles in the bazaar to subsist upon and that act had drawn the attention of bullies from her and her brother's youth. Unable to tolerate their mockery, she had beaten all three within inches of their lives, stopped only when a passing Paladin had intervened and wrenched her bloody weapon, a fist-sized rock, from her clutches. The very sight shook Wyznalyr to her core, and when the Paladin stated that he was taking Siobhain away to 'correct' her before she took to killing, the woman made no effort to stop him. From that day forth she has lived and returned to working in Ul'dah, sober and devout in her newly-reborn faith in the Twelve. She has been visited only once by her daughter, during which time she desperately bequeathed her knowledge and manual of the intricacies of smithing unto her and prays that she will one day return home to live in peace.
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::This man played, perhaps, the most prominent role in her life, teaching her acceptance of other races, discipline, humility, honor, diplomacy, and most significantly combat. Soon, the scrawny child he had saved became a fully grown woman, standing half a head taller than himself and nearly as broad. It was around the age of twenty that Siobhain's affection for him as a father began to evolve into a more romantic endeavor, which he quickly put an end to two years later when she began to press the matter. It was his strong belief that this event was her reason for refusing to pursue her potential future as one of the Sultansworn, or even as a common but recognized protector of Ul'dah. During his final day with her, while trying desperately to make her reconsider, he grew frustrated with her passive-aggressive behavior and struck her without warning. Though he meant to apologize immediately, he had no time to share the words as she retaliated with a powerful blow that shattered his jaw and sent him in a crumpled heap to the ground. When he returned to consciousness and managed a small feat of healing hours later, he charged to the home they'd been sharing for the past several years, only to find all the personal possessions she had earned or bought missing and a mass of shorn hair on the floor.  
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::Waken spent weeks searching for her, but to no avail and none of her friends or comrades would admit to him whether or not they maintained contact with her. Some months later at the Battle of Carteneau, he shared with a fellow soldier that his one regret in life had been to try and force her into his image, and thus, forcing her away. He lost his life during the onslaught. He died at age thirty-seven on the fields of Mor Dhona with a locket containing the hair of his only beloved daughter about his neck.
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[[File:Sileyel.png|frameless]] '''''"Half th' stuff y' hear about me is way outta line. That's prob'ly the Succubus half."''''' [[File:Sileyer.png|frameless]]</div>
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: <font style="color:#F02311;" size="3">♥</font><font style="color:#000000;" size="3">♥</font>'''[[Khyros Oroban]]''' - 'Wyzngeim'/'White Jewel'- A hybrid Hyur; Siobhain's friend and previous lover. In the time they have known each other, he has never disappointed her in any facet, reciprocating her growing romantic interest to its fullest extent. The Hellsguard believes that Khyros is the epitome of all that she should seek in a mate- religious, just, and strong. What concerned her most about their blooming romance at times is the very thing that drew her to him in the first place; His strong resemblance to her first love, Waken Avalbane, not only physically but mentally and religiously. Because of this, her fear of his rejection was all the more profound, lent to a sense of possessiveness previously unfamiliar to her. While she maintains her love for him, after disclosing a heavily guarded secret about herself to Khyros, she withdrew from her position as his lover.
 
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Sil'tel has absolutely no memory of any life before the physical age of twelve. She is not entirely certain she even has a history before then, and no way to verify if this is the case or determine how she came to be. It is theorized that she was placed under an extremely powerful curse or affliction, one that would have seen her transform entirely into a Succubus, much the same as those who roam the halls of Haukke Manor, but that while the curse was being placed upon her, the source was interrupted or dispatched before the full effects could take hold entirely.
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However, this theory has no corroborating evidence, and no means of establishing her physiological Genesis has ever been produced. Whatever the origins of the young girl, the result was a sleepy Sil'tel, found napping in the foyer of the Shroud's infamous Manor by an adventuring party, surrounded by voidsent who did not seem to be bothered by her presence. The party saw an endangered young girl and returned her safely to a room in Gridania, and put under the temporary care of the party's Hyur Monk and White Mage, Sansen and Liletta.
  
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Sil'tel stayed with the adventuring couple for several years. Sansen was a rough-talking man just younger than the father of a young girl might have been, he believed in action first and repercussions later. He spent most of his time at home training Sil'tel in the stances of martial arts to protect herself, and it would be his lazy drawling speech that she would come to adopt. His partner, Liletta, was a soft-spoken and learned mage, originally foreign to Eorzea and well-travelled. She put Sil'tel to task as a potential conjurer, but Sil lacked any significant potency at the role, and instead focused more on her adoptive-father's physical training, so the woman resigned herself simply to be Sil'tel's teacher, instilling ladylike graces into her posture and cramming as much general knowledge about the world as she could manage into her head. Both Sansen and Liletta proved to be effective guardians for the girl, and their time spent together was treasured.
  
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Very soon into the adoption, Sil'tel began to grow increasingly-obvious additional horns that did not appear natural on a Xaela, and it was not until a year later that her adoptive-mother recognised the style and curve of the horns to be that of a Succubus. It was also astonishing that Sil'tel did not eat or drink very much, if at all. Food would be put in front of her and she would look at it, confused by what to do with it. Given that Sil'tel displayed none of the usual aggression and cruelty associated with the Succubus race, Liletta did not let it concern her. She and her partner, however, did not allow Sil'tel to spend much time in the company of others, as Gridania would not be kind to a girl who was decried as a voidsent. More than once, she was spotted by strangers and looked upon with confusion, having been mistaken for a Padjal with darker horns.
  
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Three years into this family arrangement, Sil's adoptive mother passed away in the night unexpectedly. Battling with grief, Sil'tel and her lone guardian spent more time together training. Some weeks after Liletta's passing, Sansen began acting in a peculiar fashion, refusing to let Sil'tel leave the house, determining that they would sleep in the same bed, and touching her constantly, stroking her hair and caressing her neck. Sil'tel, being significantly more woman-like since her fifteen-year-old body had matured and her Succubus horns and nails had grown so large they could not be hidden, accepted the attention with good grace, since she owed the man a lot for his and his late partner's care, and part of her was excited by the closeness of a man.
  
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: <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font> '''[[Val Nunh]]''' - 'Greinzagyl'/'Bronze Tail'- A rebellious Miqo'te who has earned Siobhain's loyalty through honesty and battle. She is particularly fond of the male and almost excessively protective of him and the woman he loves. During their first 'sparring' match, the Miqo'te nearly killed her by driving a blade into her neck in order to stop the enraged onslaught their fight had devolved into. During their second match, Siobhain opened his femoral artery with her blade. Due to these two exchanges plus extraneous interactions, the Hellsguard's fondness for Val borders on volatile.
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Not long into this new behaviour, Sansen escalated the attention one night and began caressing Sil's thighs and breasts while they were in bed together, kissing her neck. Confused and unsure, Sil'tel allowed him to paw at her, frightened, but reacting to the affection with suprising elation. Sansen's caressing turned into passionate kissing and undressing, and soon after that Sil'tel's ankles were crossed against his lower back and her hands gripping his shoulders in licentious coitus. At the peak of Sansen's ecstacy, something ancient and undeniable triggered in Sil'tel, and instinctively she began siphoning copious amounts of his life energy into her being as he bucked into her with abandon. A torrent of glorious, sweet energy sent her every nerve into rapturous pleasure the likes of which she had never experienced before. Like rain into the desert sands, Sansen's energy sank into Sil'tel's, until nothing was left. The light of ferver left his eyes and his body became heavy on top of her. It was minutes until Sil'tel, quivering and panting, relishing in amazing life-giving pleasure, urged her adoptive father off her and realised he was unresponsive. He was dead completely.  
  
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The emotional impact of his loss was numbed by the sweet intoxication of nourishment that surged through Sil'tel's very being, but even through the daze of euphoria she realised that she had caused the death of her guardian. Struggling to make heads or tails of her predicament, and seeing no way to explain the corpse to the Gridanian authorities without revealing her physical nature, she fled from the city that night with no more than a nightgown and her own life.
  
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Sansen's body was to be discovered weeks later after complaints of a foul odor and lack of visitation to the abode. Gridanian investigator's determined that the cause of death had been suspicious, but unexplainable. Furthermore, they had found the diary of Sansen in a hidden dresser, and the revelation that Sansen had become so infatuated and obsessed with Sil'tel that he had poisoned Liletta in order to be with the young girl. Sil'tel, meanwhile, lived in the Shroud, foraging from the land and finding solace on her own.
  
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The later years of Sil'tel's adolescence saw her travel from new low to new low. A fugitive, as far as she knew, and a confirmed killer. She would sneak around the shadows of the Shroud in a torn and dirty nightgown, finding shelter in small caves they were only habitable after she had fought with wolves that had staked their claims there. She tried to make clothing from the leaves and foliage, but lacked the skills as a seamstress to make anything that held together. More frightening for her, however, was the ever-increasing gnawing of hunger. She had never experienced hunger before, and even though she tried to consume food like normal people do to, nothing seemed to abate it.
  
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When the hunger made her strength vanish and caused her to fear for her existence, she sought out the only thing she had ever known to nourish her. At Bascarron's Druthers on a drizzling night, a merry-faced worker heading home after a few pints was stopped in the road by a crying Sil'tel in next-to-no clothes, who asked him to help her find her chocobo which had bolted into the surrounding forest. She led him to a place no one would see or hear them, stripped off her ragged nightgown and seduced him. Later, once the rain had stopped, a satisfied Sil'tel emerged from the foliage, euphoria clouding her morals just enough to have little problem with dragging a lifeless corpse to a dig site and dumping it in a deep chasm.
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She kept this routine up for several months, staying in hiding until every few weeks the hunger pains and worries of expiring grew too much to bear, then finding an unfortunate male to sustain herself from. She kept clothes and items from her victims, becoming a thief as well as a killer. She stitched materials together to make functional clothes for cold weather, and learned to skin the wolves she dispatched to make crude leather and blankets. The infrequency of the missing people did not rouse much suspicion from the authorities, and Sil'tel was careful not to be spotted by anyone besides her intended victims. A young Au Ra woman in a ripped white nightgown and Succubus horns would surely be talking points that could spell disaster for her.
  
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::In battle, she prefers close-combat bouts. For her breed, she is not as physically powerful as some, relying on a unique blend of focused strength, maneuverability, and a good deal of stamina. She is, however, at the mercy of distance-fighters such as Archers or Thaumaturges and even especially proficient Lance-wielders. If she is forced to work heavily on the offensive, she tends to lose her energy more quickly than if she can remain, comfortably, on the defensive; dodging attacks and launching enough counter strikes to wear an opponent down. While enraged, nothing but her brute strength comes into play and she can become wildly unpredictable in combat.
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It was on Sil'tel's sixteenth birthday (or the birthday that Liletta had decided for her, as it shared the day of their finding her), that she slipped through the gates and ventured into the grounds of the intimidating Haukke Manor. Stealing into the a window to rummage for supplies and potential hiding places, she slipped on the sill and cracked her head on an old desk inside. When she staggered to her feet after a nasty concussion, she was paralyzed with terror as three tall, floating purple-skinned Succubi toyed with her hair and played with the hems of her self-stitched skirts in amusement and curiosity. When their probing and invasive interest in her horns and tail and odd manner of skin tone and scales turned to boredom, they floated away in disinterest, leaving Sil'tel speechless and breathless.
  
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::Siobhain is capable of moving swiftly over short distances and has a wealth of stamina for steady, long-distance jogging. While in combat, she is light-footed for her bulk and quick to reposition herself in order to optimize the accuracy of her strikes, often aiming for the vulnerable sections of exposed flesh or armor segments. While she is familiar with the most devastating points of anatomy for attack, she often resorts to dealing as much superficial damage (such as to the extremities) as possible, both to slowly cripple her opponent with accumulated wounds and to inflict panic and frustration over time.
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After gathering her wits, she explored further into the Manor and was shocked to discover that nothing in the manor seemed to take umbridge with her presence. Bats stirred in corners, but didn't flee on her approach, and though she had to kick some overlarge slugs off her legs in a panic, the Succubi that drifted aimlessly from room to room seemed only to smile at her as she did. Even going so far as to journey into the depths of the cellars, the skeletal structures of fiends, normally aggressive and bloodthirsty, seemed listless and unconcerned with her. Sil'tel frequented the Manor's halls more and more as the colder months made surviving in the Shroud increasingly unpleasant. She claimed a room of the Manor as her own, tidied it and kept it lit. While not the most attractive of accomodations, the quiet and peaceful environment of the voidsent-riddled Manor had become a comforting place, almost like a home.
  
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::In short, the paladin is a slow-and-steady fighter. Her moral code does not necessarily encompass her strategy in battle, save for dictating her willingness to engage an opponent if necessary and to continue the fight until the end. In essence she will slash at ligaments, aim for the face and the groin, and resort to brawler tactics if the situation is dire in order to overcome an enemy.
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Having learned a little of her own biology, it did not take long to recognise that she shared significant similarities with the taller, white-eyed Succubi who seemed to rule and patrol the halls. They took to Sil'tel with a suprising fondness, smiling at her when they passed, following her like curious cats when she explored the nooks and crannies of the Manor, and on rare occasions even took an interest in her needlework when she sewed clothing for her hunting of sustenance. In turn, Sil'tel grew ever more fond of the voidsent women, and she would present them gifts of hand-stitched scarves and shiny stones she had found while exploring the Shroud. They never wore the clothing, of course, but they seemed to appreciate the gifts, smiling and looking down at her with cool compassion.
  
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''Her form may be recognized by one knowledgeable about different fighting styles as being based dominantly on the Sultansworn form of fighting using swift sword strokes and a sometimes crouched posture.''
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Disaster struck one evening after Sil'tel had returned from hunting a drunken man from the road. A small adventuring party had caught wind of his sudden disappearance and she had not had time to properly dispose of his body. They tracked her to the Manor and burst in, looking to return justice. They were set upon almost immediately after entering the main hall, the Succubi of the Manor rushing them. The party, woefully underskilled for an encounter of such a nature, were picked apart. Ferocity like Sil'tel had never seen from the normally-placid women tore the group to pieces. When Sil'tel tried to call them down, to leave the adventurers be, there was no response. One of the Succubi used her long sharp nails to slice across a Miqo'te woman's face, then messily ripped out her trachea and tossed her aside like garbage to bleed out on the carpet, gurgling until her twitching fingers stopped trying to fruitlessly claw the air. Horrified, Sil'tel ran to stop the frenzied slashing of the Elezen bard in the group, but couldn't calm the Succubi before spear-like fingernails stabbed deep into the woman's eye sockets, then yanked back, tearing off her features and letting blood squirt in copious sprays before the remains of the woman fell faceless onto the ground.
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::Siobhain is a paladin by trade and therefore has achieved some mastery of armed as well as unarmed melee combat. Her specialization deals with a one-handed sword and shield combo, and she works well in a group as the primary distraction/damage-absorber as she is sturdy on her feet and ruthless enough to keep an enemy's attention focused on her. Though she generally relies on her right hand to wield her blade, she has been known to switch sword and shield arms and is proficiently ambidextrous in regards to weapon play.
 
  
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Turning her back and dry-retching from the sight, Sil could only watch in mortified fascination as the two remaining men of the party had their armour and clothes rent from them by dozens of her new-found family, and dragged deeper into the Manor. She followed, pleading for them to stop, but the Succubi paid little attention, squabbling even amongst themselves to fondle and poke the men as they fought pitifully for their freedom. Sil stopped following, despairing the fate of the poor women in the hall. She did not bring herself to seek out where the Succubi had taken the men, but the sounds of moans and screams echoed distantly around the Manor for hours afterwards. When Sil'tel finally emerged from the confines of her room, the bodies had been dragged away, and every one of her floating friends was effortlessly gliding around the Manor, smiling as though nothing had happened.
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::Strength and stamina are the paladin's key strengths, but her intelligence also comes into play while in combat. She remains observant of her opponents throughout an encounter and can usually formulate small changes in tactics to turn a fight to her favor. Though she is adept with weapons, the brute force of her punches, and thus with her shield-blows, are concussive and she relies heavily on such moves against particularly large beasts. A deep well of stamina can keep her fighting to the exhaustion of nearly any aggressor and her swift footwork only serves to reduce the number of impacts or strikes she may be forced to take.
 
  
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It took Sil'tel a very long time, months, to feel like she could face the "girls" again. To have seen such savagery from people as close to her kin as anyone she had found completely scorched her soul. Succubi were monsters. She was a monster. Voidsent creatures delighting in rape, torture and malevolence. Slowly, however, after seeing how placid and accepting they were when they were not threatened and their territory challenged, Sil began to understand that the urges she felt when she needed to eat were the same, but because she was only a half-Succubus the urges were far less, the need less severe. With a higher intellect that might allow her to teach her new Succubus friends to be less... Succubus-y.
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::Great speed and distance are the Roegadyn woman's primary flaws in combat. She has lost several sparring matches against fleet-footed Miqo'te or Elezen who keep distance between themselves and their target with ease, and in turn wearing her energy down quickly as she tries to close the space. Although Siobhain has tried to create some mend for this flaw by acquainting herself with throwing knives, her accuracy with a launched weapon does not compare to her skill with the sword and is often evaded by agile opponents.  
 
  
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''When she is 'beserking' and in combat, she reveals fearsome strength and frighteningly sporadic attacks. This, however, can be turned to an opponent's advantage as she will often become so frustrated that she will grow devastatingly clumsy.''
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Sil'tel also came to understand, through study of the Succubi and first-hand observations, that her existence straddling the lines between Au Ra and Succubus was wretched. Normal Succubi didn't have to kill the men they fed from, but due to the primal intensity of their needs, and the ingrained reliance on taking food where they could get it, any man who was captured never lived long in their clutches. Sil'tel, on the other hand, had no choice but to kill. Key elements of her physiology were stunted, missing, or abnormally prevalent. She knew that when she had sex with a man, his climax triggered something in her that she couldn't stop or control. She drained her partner endlessly until nothing remained. Long after the energy had completely nourished her, she drained them. She lacked the simple biological faculties to stop it from happening. Death for any man who shared her bed was a foregone conclusion. She understood that any man who came to Haukke Manor unprepared for flight to safety would never see the light of day again.
  
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But her adoptive Sisters, like her, needed to feast to keep them nourished and less prone to sadism and selfish urges. So, resigned to the fact that some sacrifices would have to be made if diplomacy between Succubi and Eorzeans was to be fostered, Sil'tel herself took up the role of provider. She urged the Succubi to stay in the Manor and not stray into the Shroud to search for food, and in turn, as often as she felt she could safely do so, she would seek out men who would not likely be missed or noticed missing, seduced them into following her back to the Manor, and letting the Girls have their way. This worked well for several years, reports of Succubi in the area dwindled to rumours, Sil'tel was making headway teaching the inhabitants of the Manor to ignore some of their more base instincts (even teaching some of the older, longer-horned Succubi how to thread needles), and between Sil'tels macabre "deliveries" and adventurers who foolishly attempted to rout the house of evil, the girls were fed regularly and seemed happy.
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Sil's regimen of daily life was stirred up considerably when a patrol of Wood-wailers investigated too closely to the Manor house, and were brutalized by the threatened Succubi. Now used to cleaning up after these messes, Sil'tel was dragging corpses out into the yard to dispose of them, when a lone Wailer by the name of N'vael Surola, (who had conscientiously objected to the irregular intrusional patrol, preferring to stay outside) caught her awkwardly in mid-act. When Sil's frantic assertions that it "wasn't what it looked like" had abated in the face of N'vael's cool indifference, Sil'tel explained the situation and pleaded that what she was doing was necessary for the future of Eorzean-Succubus relations. Surprisingly, the Wailer shrugged off both the concerns of the Xaela-hybrid, and the cruel misfortune of her squad and agreed not to spill the story. Sil'tel, giddily pleased that she'd found someone who didn't immediately shun her, believed she'd found her very first friend.
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:'Any armor will do' is usually Shiv's response to inquiries about what sort of armor she relies on, but she does have an obvious favorite. Plate armor is her forte, given the years of training where she was rarely given the chance to remove her 'second skin' and her large frame's ability to accommodate the suit in its entirety. Although her armor is customized with extra segments in the joints and tailored down to fit her unique body shape, it is plate nonetheless and slows her down considerably. Beneath the plate, she generally wears a layer of her traveling clothes, her boots (with greaves atop it), her gloves (likewise with her gauntlets), and some pieces of chain mail to add protection to the more vulnerable separations in her suit.
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[[File:Sileyel.png|frameless]] '''''"Ah won't tolerate ya feelin' bad fer me! A murderer's what ah am, an' y'aint got no right lookin' at me with respect!"''''' [[File:Sileyer.png|frameless]]</div>
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:Siobhain is a paladin, not a mercenary. As such, she prefers to avoid fighting when it can be avoided and would rather speak for hours on end than draw a sword on most (and she really does despise having to speak too much). The Roegadyn is very difficult to enrage, and the buttons most assume they should press to do so are often the wrong ones lending only to her mild irritation and nothing else.
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* <span style="color:red">Not interested in purely Erotic roleplay.</span> (Eroticism has its place in RP, but as a consideration and consequence of good RP. Don't approach if all you want is cybersex.)
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* <span style="color:red">No permanent Death or Disfiguration.</span> (Unless discussed/arranged beforehand.)
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* <span style="color:red">No Mind Control or Hypnosis.</span> (Unless discussed/arranged beforehand. It's not entirely off the table, I just want to avoid Godmodding situations.)
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* <span style="color:red">Vaginal Intercourse with Sil'tel '''WILL''' result in death.</span> No, you're not strong enough to "withstand" it. I alone determine if and when this may change.
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* For the love of God, <span style="color:red">NO BLATANT ERP!</span> Succubus I may be, but stupid I am not. I shouldn't have to repeat this again.
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* <span style="color:green">Interested in long-term roleplay.</span> Whether with individuals or involved in a group, static or evolving, I'm always keen to get involved in deep storylines.
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* <span style="color:green">Sil'tel is approachable.</span> Don't be intimidated by all this info, I love being approached by everyone interested in RPing with me. <span style="color:green">If my RP Flag is up</span> I'm very accomodating.
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* <span style="color:green">She gives off a dark energy/aura.</span> Not applicable to some, not noticeable to her, but those sensitive to these things can use this as a way to engage with her.
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* <span style="color:green">Her actions are noticeable.</span> Sil'tel's antics and mannerisms are eye-catching, and her mysteries easily inquired after and confronted about. Don't be shy.
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[[File:Silwikil.png|frameless]] ''My sincerest thanks to everyone who read through this whole thing. I never thought I'd actually get around to finishing it! [[File:Silwikir.png|frameless]]<br />
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Sil'tel Ferima
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Sil'tel is an unsual hybrid consisting of a female Xaela Au Ra and Voidsent, most notably distinguished by the prominent growth of large Succubus horns and dangerously sharp fingernails. Despite retaining many of the physical attributes that characterise a Xaela woman, Sil'tel's existence as a half-succubus is problematic in many significant ways. She cannot blend easily into society like a normal Au Ra because her voidsent features prohibit this, and unlike normal Succubi, who can gain nourishment from sexual essence, Sil'tel's only means of sustenance is to completely consume her sexual partner's essence, invariably killing them. Despite these substantial flaws, she works tirelessly to foster diplomacy between the inhabitants of Eorzea and Succubi, particularly the ones in Haukke Manor where she often resides. Along with her business partner, she runs the "Roar Deal Trading Co." which is little more than a front for trafficking men. She is a talented martial artist, but steers away from combat if she can manage it. Almost universally misjudged by everyone she encounters, she keeps a firm hold on her generally pleasant countenance and is more than comfortable in most social interactions. She is often found in Ul'dah, the bustling streets providing many opportunities for lonely men to vanish. She speaks lazy, drawling Eorzean, and commonly uses playful pet-names for those she encounters.

Sileyel.png "Th' way ah gotta live... Nothin' makes right what ah gotta do, but ah have t' hope it's all worth it." Sileyer.png

 

Appearance & Personality

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Appearance & Personality

Notable Features

Notable Features

Common Appearance: Slightly above-average height for a Xaela, Sil'tel sports an unintentionally eye-catching physique. While little sense of muscle tone pervades her appearance, she is not wanting for definition thanks to a highly active lifestyle. She has a generous bust for an Au Ra, and shapely hips, but is slim in all other aspects. She is fully able-bodied, balanced and flexible, her stoic countenance often disguised by a relaxed, overly-casual posture. Her abyssal-blue Xaela horns are small, simple, and elegant, running parallel to her head and ending in a point behind her. More noticeable are the forward-facing horns of the same size sprouting from the crown of her temples. Most obvious are the two enormous Succubus-indicative horns that jut from behind her Au Ra horns and sleekly curve a few fulms to a razor-sharp point behind her. Her tail is nondescript, reaching to her achilles tendon in a slow-tapered point. With a beautifully-featured face, smooth cheeks and rosy lips, her eyes stand out startlingly. Deep crimson irises are encircled by vivid scarlet limbal rings, and her long dark lashes stay low and blink lazily. Finally, Sil'tel's volumous hair is bright white, aside from faint highlights of red at her tips, and drapes carelessly down her back as well as framing her face and angling over her forehead.

Scars & Markings: In terms of scars or signs of battle, Sil'tel is remarkably unscathed. It's unclear whether this is the result of voidsent influence, but it is apparent that Sil'tel is extremely capable of avoiding damage. Aside from the usual Xaela abyssal-blue scales, Sil'tel's light, even skin is largely unmarked from head to toe, and completely bereft of tattoos or adornments.

Voice: When Sil'tel does speak, it is a soft, inquisitive alto, light in pitch and possessing a playful huskiness, her voice cracking slightly in her laughs and more excited outbursts. Her accent is a unique blend of sensual murmuring and farmhand drawl. She speaks slowly and confidently so that people unused to hearing her accent can clearly define what she is saying. Surprisingly, despite the strong accent, Sil'tel has proved herself to be gifted at disguising her voice with other accents. This originates from a time when she would utilize Glamour prisms and hide her accent in order to go shopping in the nearby encampments and cities.

Clothing: Being of low finances, Sil'tel does not have a vast wardrobe of outfits, and tends to be seen in only a few notable ensembles. Most often she will be in a vivid green cloth top that displays her shoulder and arms, as well as completely exposing her midriff. Dark green material wraps her wrists, and her long, sharp fingernails are painted metallic green. Sil'tel's scandalously revealing belt-skirt is little more than a strip of green cloth held behind two leather belts holding hip-satchels, and does nothing to obfuscate her dazzling green undergarments. Gold-coloured leather cords weave down from her thighs and meet traditional Au Ra open-toed boots that reach just shy of her knees. The outfit is eye-catching to say the least, and while Sil'tel remains adamant that she has stitched it all herself out of necessity, the enticing flesh exposed by the minimal look functions as a deterrent for people of high moral integrity and affixes the interests of men Sil'tel is attempting to seduce.

Sileyel.png "Don't flaunt it if y' ain't prepared t' put it t' use." Sileyer.png


Nature & Demeanor

Nature & Demeanor

Demeanor: Sil'tel stands in a manner that is constantly shifting. While she appears casual and relaxed her stance is often one that displays her femininity. She appears unassuming, which results in a very approachable and guardless look. When conversing, Sil's gaze is entrancing, not only because of the intense colour in her eyes, but because she focuses intently and almost unerringly on her subject. This is not something she does consciously, she just like to give people her undivided attention, and often comes across as overly-interested, or intimidating. She is flirtatious and enigmatic with both men and women, though women do not interest her, and rarely lets a knowing smirk leave her lips. For those sensitive to auras and energies, Sil'tel gives off tell-tale signals of dark voidsent intent, and this can become overwhelming, particularly when she is hungry and senses she may have found a male to provide her sustenance. She is, however, completely unaware of this emanation. While Sil'tel does exude a demeanor of a young woman steeped in confidence and allure, it becomes apparent to those who know her better that she is not especially intelligent and this shortcoming often runs her foul of people who are offended when she does not filter what comes out of her mouth.

Nature: While it may not be entirely evident, Sil'tel is a deeply compassionate person. She cares desperately for the people close to her and would do almost anything for them, hence why she is capable of delivering men to unfortunate ends to help the other Succubi in Haukke Manor, who she considers her only family. She would like to appear intelligent and worldly, but fails often, impressing only the naive. Sil'tel is always at odds with her own biology. She recognises that her own sustenance requires the loss of life for someone else, and makes no bones about the fact she is putting herself before the lives of those she kills as a result of sexual union. Remorseless as it may seem, she loathes this necessity of killing, and strives to make her victims' last moments as pleasurable as she can. Despite feeling her lot in life is unfair, she tries to surround herself with laughter and excitement, and is happiest of all when she is at play. She feels strongly that her seductive side, her deceptions, her lustful hungering, are all unnatural parts of her, obscuring the beautiful, carefree soul she tries to be in spite of her Succubus nature.

Beliefs: Hardly the most pious person, Sil'tel has an astounding sense of loathing for the Twelve and Primals and other deific entities. She puts the blame for what she is squarely on the shoulders of them all. She will rarely express any dissatisfaction with gods and higher beings, but becomes sullen and untalkative when the topic is introduced. She believes very strongly that Succubi can be integrated into Eorzean culture, like Goblins and Moogles, if they are educated and properly guided by someone who understands their needs and urges. Underneath the guise of this philanthropic cause, however, is a deep-seated desperate hope that if she can achieve this integration for Succubi that are far more mindless and savage, all the deaths she has caused to sustain herself and further her cause will be justified.

Habits: Due to the nature of her cause, seducing men to supply her charges with sustenance, Sil'tel has developed a habit of being very 'touchy'. She will place a light hand on people when they are talking, and look at them endearingly, seeming agreeable even if she disagrees with what they are talking about. Fake sincerity and interest comes so naturally to her that she is very often completely unaware she is sending out some very awkward messages. Rarely will she shy away from a gentle caress, even from people she dislikes, giving way for people to think her compliant and elated by the attention. When thinking or nervous, Sil'tel has a bad habit of using her sharp nails to scratch inadvertently against railings and tables and clothing. Since she has become used to using endearing terms for almost everyone, she will very often refer to people not by their names, but by petnames such as "Darlin'" or "Sweetheart", or nicknames relating to something about their appearances and behaviour.

Sileyel.png "Cause 'n effect, Darlin', Cause 'n effect... Don't know what that means, but it sounds real smart, don't it?" Sileyer.png


Tastes

Tastes

Likes

Likes
  • Flattering, alluring clothing.
  • Martial arts and swordplay.
  • Warm, dark environments, open fires.
  • Alcohol, even though she can't taste it.
  • Pleasant conversation, especially with men.
  • Cat's Cradle, cross-stitch, needlework.

Dislikes

Dislikes
  • People who dislike Voidsent.
  • Fighting when alternate strategies are viable.
  • Food. At all. She can't enjoy it.
  • Authority in almost any military form.
  • Mud and dirt.
  • Chairs with high backs.

General

General
  • Alignment: Chaotic Good.
  • Likes the colour Green.
  • Is very poor.
  • Gets drunk quickly.
  • Adores other Succubi.
  • Gives off a dark energy.


Prejudices

Prejudices

Racial: Being multi-racial herself (after a fashion), Sil'tel has no real prejudice against any particular race or breed. She mistrusts most of the Eorzean races equally when it comes to their ability and willingness to invade her peoples' domains and slaughtering them for prestige and profit. Less a prejudice and more a selling point to her cause.

Dogmatic: While Sil'tel subscribes to no particular theocratic ideology, she has found herself often as the unwarranted target of scorn and harassment from people who do, especially people who view Voidsent as nothing but a bane upon Eorzea. This being commonplace, it has led her to being less than enthusiastic about being around people who follow more inflexible religious doctrine, as she feels the more zealous they get, the more likely she is to be painted with an unfair brush by them. Consequently, she goes out of her way to avoid churches and temples, and is pleasantly surprised when parishioners of these places treat her kindly.

Cultural: Sil'tel is worldly in the same way a creature of the forest is worldly. She knows enough to get by and has some vague notions of why we have abstract means of expression and paths of embetterment. She values talented artists for the beauty and skill they can bring into the world, but has no time at all for "artists" whose work is beyond the scope of her grasping. She finds these people to be stupid, but tolerates their presence in society the same way she would a boasting child.


Abilities

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Strengths

Strengths

Tenacity - Sil'tel may not be the hardiest of combatants when compared to warriors and paladins in full plate, but having trained in martial arts for many years, honing breathing techniques and constant cardiovascular exercise, she's more than capable of delivering energetic move after move without signs of losing speed or power. She's never finished fighting until she's unconscious or victorious, or simply calls it quits.

Agility - Monks and martial artists strive towards fluidity in their movements and Sil is no different. Able to shift seamlessly from offense to defense to offense, Sil'tel maintains a framework that allows for fast reaction time and rapid movement.

Flexibility - Lithe and slim, it's barely any effort or discomfort for her to perform acts of impressive contortion and displacement. She stretchy, y'all.

Surprising Strength - Whether the result is from strenuous physical training or a byproduct of her unique biology, Sil'tel's petite frame conceals a disproportionate strength. Many of her battles have been won through her opponents' underestimations of her prowess, and she is not the type to pull her punches when given any opportunity.


Weaknesses

Weaknesses

Bladed Weapons - Being a close-range melee combatant, Sil's most direct danger comes from enemies wielding multiple sharp-edged weapons. Unless she can effectively neutralize these weapons she stands a high probability of being cut. Her minimalistic attire offers little armour, compounding the necessity to avoid confrontations where she cannot disarm all of her foes before falling to severe risk.

Vulnerable - Scantily-clad and unarmed save for her elaborate knuckle weapons, there's very little to stop Sil'tel receiving physical damage that pierces or crushes through her defensive abilities, so agility and offense is her mainstay. While aether is something her body naturally absorbs over time, it will not be very effective in providing resistance against enfeebling or destructive magic.

Long Range - Sil'tel is a close range fighter almost purely. She is devastating when right up toe-to-toe with her opponents where she can stun, grapple or stagger her assailants, but arrows from many yalms away and magic cast from just as far makes her essentially a sitting duck. While she has developed a few techniques to cover ground at blistering speed, if an opponent can keep out of her range her effectiveness in combat is all but neutralized.


Combat

Combat

Weaponry - Technically speaking, Sil'tel herself is her weapon, her body trained superbly in the martial arts. Her fierce punches, however, are made terrifying by the addition of metallic green Kaiser Knuckles Zeta. The sharp spines that extend in front of the weapons blaze with energy when Sil's fighting spirit is roused. The glowing orange "claws" that manifest when the weapons activate extend her reach and give a truly intimidating look to the weapons. Without her fearsome weapons, however, she is still capable and dangerous.

Chakra - Through training and meditation as a Monk, Sil'tel has unlocked numerous Chakras, allowing her to manifest spiritual energy in multiple fashions. From using this energy to invigorate her reserves of physical energy, to expelling it in focused and unfocused blasts, to knitting her wounds back together in basic regeneration.

'Dead Sexy' - Less a "combat" skill and more of a skillset trait, if Sil'tel can manage to turn a male to her wiles, with the conclusion being sexual intercourse, the man will die through complete absorption of his energies and essence at the moment of his climax. Death has proven to be the invariable outcome no matter the physical, spiritual, or magical strength of her partner. This may not be properly described as a combat ability, but she takes her advantages wherever she can get them.

Sileyel.png "Everyone fights fer a diff'rent cause. Mine's jus' a better cause." Sileyer.png


People & Places

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People & Places
♥ Romantic Attraction – ♥ Attraction – ♥ Platonic Love – ♥ Family – ✔ Business – ✖ Deceased – ● Positive – ● Negative – ● Neutral – ≈ Unsure

Relations (NPC)

Relations (NPC)
"The Girls", Succubi of Haukke Manor ( ♥♥● ) - Sil's Adoptive 'Sisters'
The Closest Thing to Family : Haukke Manor was where Sil'tel first appeared in the world, and it's where she chooses now to reside. Despite the unspeakable and horrific acts she has witnessed from these normally placid Manor-dwellers, the friendly nonchalance they display towards Sil's presence inside their domain is more or less a welcome invitation in her mind. She feels a deep kinship with the voidsent women, one she can't elaborately describe. She feels concern and pity for them, and a spirit of commitment and obligation towards improving their existence. While the majority of the Succubi who inhabit the grounds are incredibly violent towards interlopers and even more cruel towards men who stray onto the premises, Sil'tel is adamant that dignified ties of allegiance can be forged with the Eorzean races if effort is made to understand each other. Consequently, she feels as though she has taken on a motherly role of feeding and taking care of the 'Girls' while simultaneously feeling as though she is their younger sibling due to the differences in their biology.

""We ain't real kin, but y' accepted me... Y'all're beautiful. Yer powerful. Why cain't everyone see that like ah do?" ~ Sil'tel, musing to a Succubus.
The Brass Blades of Ul'dah ( ●●≈ ) - Misguided Protectors
The Blades : Ul'dah's defenders of peace, the Brass Blades, are an organisation Sil'tel has had many interactions with in the past. Clearly, they have seen her horns, her nails, and concluded she is in some way voidsent or void-touched. Surprisingly, however, no actions have thus far been taken against her. This may be due to significant All Saints' Wake events featuring real voidsent around the same time Sil'tel started her haunt in the streets of Ul'dah. Perhaps more notable, though, are the numerous attempts on Sil'tel's life from Voidhunters that have ended in attention from the Blades. Each and every time, witnesses corroborated that Sil'tel was the victim, and was seemingly innocent of any crime. This, along with many of the men in the Blades taking a shine to her feminine wiles, has resulted in Sil'tel's presence in Ul'dah being somewhat of a professional "blind spot". Sure, she's a Succubus, but what harm is she being, really? A few select Blades even boast of being on friendly terms with her, and when she is being harassed by hunters, it's common practice for them to swoop in, arrest both her and her assailant, then pretend she's been 'dealt with' while quietly releasing her. It's an unusual blanket of protection for Sil'tel, and she's careful never to offend a Blade, lest they look more closely into her and discover the reality behind her actions.

""The girl's not hurting anyone. She's pretty, young, and obviously touched by misfortune. People resent women like that, it's sad to see." ~ Brass Blade, when questioned about Sil'tel.

Relations (PC)

Relations (PC)
N'vael Surola ( ♥✔● ) - The Yin to Sil's Yang
Bestest Friend : N'vael is perhaps the only person in all of Eorzea that Sil'tel has befriended outside Haukke Manor. While Sil'tel takes lovers, the nature of those instances are strictly short-term. 'Vae' is the sober and no-nonsense chip on Sil's shoulder, providing cynicism and cold water to balance out Sil's more carefree naivete and poorly-thought inspirations. She is aware of Sil'tel's activities and understands her cause well enough to tolerate it, if not actually condoning it. The two have established the "Roar Deal Trading Co.", which practices as low-thoroughfare delivery company and trading house, but is more a front company for the trafficking of disposable men. Vae does not seem to register this on a moral level beyond apathy. Just how concerned about Sil'tel Vae is can be a very difficult to gauge, as Vae quite often acts carelessly towards Sil, to the point of outright neglect. Regardless, Sil'tel considers Vae her best friend, simply for the reason that she has no other friends beyond the "Girls" in the Manor, and is very free and easy with her attitude around her, even if Vae often doesn't appear to reciprocate.

"Yer a coeurl's star-shaped arsehole, y'know that, Vae?!" ~ Sil'tel, after calling for help and being ignored by Vae.
Teriha Shiouji ( ✔● ) - Airhead Receptionist
Clueless Co-worker : Despite having an active hand in hiring Teriha to be the front-of-house Receptionist for "Roar Deal Trading Co.", Sil'tel doesn't take a lot of interest in the young woman. While she enjoys the position of seniority, and being called "Boss", it's painfully aware Sil'tel would rather wrap herself in barbed wire and roll down a quarry than spend too long talking to the girl, thus the two are very rarely ever encountered in the same room. When they are, it's normally for Sil'tel to take charge of the many male business assets before Teriha's neglectful reception work turns them away. Currently, Sil'tel sees Teriha as more of an office fixture than an actual person, though from time to time the younger girl's mannerisms amuse her. In spite of how ineffective Teriha is at her job, she makes an excellent legitimate front for the Trading Company and naturally turns away over-curious investors and clients, so the thought of firing her has never really occurred.

""You always take the attractive male clients, why can't I deal with some?"" ~ Teriha to Sil'tel, who replies sufferingly "... Ah'd rather y' didn't, tha's all."
Mana Brightfire ( ● ) - The Infuriating Zealot
Cock-blocking Nemesis : A white-garbed Sword-Mage who has on several occasions confronted Sil'tel with accusations of being a voidsent and accosting men for sustenance. He is, of course, completely correct but Sil'tel does her best to feign innocence and talk her way out of things. Unfortunately for her, Mana seems to be dogged in his attempts to bring her to justice, or at the very least divert her attention from would-be victims. She has waylaid his perseverance at least once by unexpectedly taking advantage of his seeming innocence in matters of the flesh, and she's relatively convinced he's maintaining a vigilance around her due to some bizarre romantic fascination. Frustratingly, she can't seduce him because he guesses rightly what she's about, but he always seems to approach her where killing him outright would cause too much of a scene to cover. He remains a thorn in her side for now.

""I don't know how you keep sneaking through the city while being so blatantly obvious, but I'll defeat you as many times as it takes to keep you out. Release the man and we'll discuss your existence."" ~ Mana, confronting Sil'tel with a potential lover.
Kimiko Nachmittag ( ≈ ) - The Modesty Warrior
Clothes-pushing Prude : Kimiko is a young Miqo'te woman that first made an impression on Sil'tel by near-demanding that she accept the charity of shirt while in the Quicksand one day. The reason? She felt adamant that Sil was under-dressed and it lacked modesty. (Let's be honest, it does.) Through subsequent interactions with her, Sil'tel has harbored an amusing fondness for her extremely straight-laced attitude, and seems unusually willing to make friends with her. She's quite convinced that the girl suffers from mild mental deficiency or an antisocial behavioral disorder, but for reasons unbeknownst to even Sil, she can't help wanting to be a friend to the woman. She respects the fact that Kimiko has an agenda that she seems to pursue doggedly even in the face of rejection and outright aggression. Despite Sil's attempts to melt the icy countenance, Kimiko doesn't seem to show any signs she's making any headway.

""Y' gotta bleak view o' th' world, darlin'."" ~ Sil'tel chatting with Kimiko, who responds "Hrmmh. Its realistic."
Ezegai Avagri ( ♥● ) - Open-minded Couple
Forbidden Fruit : From the beginning, Ezegai has proven to be a challenge for Sil'tel. Not simply because he understood from the first encounter that she was voidtouched, but because he always seems to be welcoming her advances when she has clearly decided not to pursue him. He has a pregnant partner, and her ideals towards the men she sustains herself from does not extend to soon-to-be Fathers. This decision not to take him straight to bed hasn't stopped her from responding to his flirts with enthusiasm in kind, however, and now she finds herself in the curious position of bordering on intimate status with Ezegai and his partner. Considering that their roles in supporting Voidsent in Hydaelyn, though, she won't distance herself from them as they pose perhaps the most potentially-fruitful advance to her cause since the implimentation of her current arrangement.

""My woman at my side, another pretty lady's lips on my cheek, and a good drink. This is a good day." ~ Ezegai, having been thanked for a drink with a kiss from Sil'tel.
Nymari Avagri ( ≈● ) - Open-minded Couple: The Sequel
Really Forbidden Fruit : While her partner, Ezegai, remains easy enough to keep at arm's distance on his own, things become more complicated with the introduction of Nymari. The pretty, pregnant Miqo'te and her striking Xaela father-to-be combined make for an odd pair. Their seemingly open-ended relationship practically invites Sil'tel to partake in anything she'd care to involve herself in. The issue: Sil isn't really interested in girls, and if she indulges with Ezegai, he dies. This situation isn't helped by the fact that at every instance, Nymari has practically offered Sil'tel access into the arrangement. It's confusing to say the least, for a Succubus used to fending off angry girlfriends, but potentially more problematic, as Sil has never had a female acquaintance that she didn't see as direct competition, barring N'vael. For now, she has no problem accepting flirts and gestures of intimacy from the couple, but she remains wary that the two know more about her "business" than almost anyone else in Eorzea.

""Ah don't know how she ain't green with jealousy already."" ~ Sil'tel playfully admonishing Ezegai, Nymari responds wrly, "He usually shares 'em with me."

Rumors

Rumors

Common Rumors (Easily inquired or overheard)

  • "A voidsent. Just walking around in the open! I don't care if she looks like some Au Ra girl, that's a stain on Eorzea!" - Agitated Ul'dahn Male
  • "I see her hovering about the Quicksand most nights, she's popular with the men. She doesn't seem interested in the local guys, though." - Female 'Quicksand' Patron
  • "She doesn't order drinks for herself, and Momodi says we're not to serve her. Momodi can't stand her and only Sil'tel knows why. Succubus, sure, but she doesn't seem that bad... Might have something to do with the men she's often seen leaving with." - Female 'Quicksand' Serving Staff
  • "I can't distinguish that drawling accent of hers. I don't know if she's doing it to be flirtatious, or if it's genuine." - Male Ul'dah Resident

Rare Rumors (Requires investigation)

  • "She swept four different men away from the Quicksand in under a month. That isn't especially odd considering her looks, but no one's seen those men since. With those horns and all... I guess it just makes you wonder..." - Female Brass Blade
  • "If you think that casual posture she's always taking makes her a pushover in battle then you're in for a shock. I've seen that girl topple gigas with ease." - Bystander near Saint Coinach's Find
  • "It's odd, but I seem to recall a young lady in Gridania who looked a bit like that. Didn't venture outside much, when she did she was always with a White Mage of some renown. Had smaller horns, though. Everyone just assumed she was a Padjal, so we left her alone." - Aging Male Gardener in Gridania

PC Rumors

  • "If you're down on your luck and in need of "companionship", I've heard she's the first one to turn to, and the last to leave after." - Bored-looking Miqo'te Female
  • "Do NOT go near this woman! She's all smiles until she gets you alone, then you're under her spell. The Blades're under her spell, too! I couldn't get even one of them to execute her, and they KNOW what she is!" - Frantic Male Scholar
  • "She says she's a Liason for some trading company in Shirogane. Can't be much good, I've never met a man who's traded with them. Some say they can't even get an audience with them, and we're talking people with serious money! I see a lot of shipping goes out to the Shroud, though." - Female Hyur Merchant in Kugane.
  • "This is also a rumor, how very curious." - Your name/description here
  • Feel free to add your own rumors. They don't need to be true. ;)
Sileyel.png "Half th' stuff y' hear about me is way outta line. That's prob'ly the Succubus half." Sileyer.png

History

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History

Childhood

Childhood

Sil'tel has absolutely no memory of any life before the physical age of twelve. She is not entirely certain she even has a history before then, and no way to verify if this is the case or determine how she came to be. It is theorized that she was placed under an extremely powerful curse or affliction, one that would have seen her transform entirely into a Succubus, much the same as those who roam the halls of Haukke Manor, but that while the curse was being placed upon her, the source was interrupted or dispatched before the full effects could take hold entirely. However, this theory has no corroborating evidence, and no means of establishing her physiological Genesis has ever been produced. Whatever the origins of the young girl, the result was a sleepy Sil'tel, found napping in the foyer of the Shroud's infamous Manor by an adventuring party, surrounded by voidsent who did not seem to be bothered by her presence. The party saw an endangered young girl and returned her safely to a room in Gridania, and put under the temporary care of the party's Hyur Monk and White Mage, Sansen and Liletta.


Adolescence

Adolescence

Sil'tel stayed with the adventuring couple for several years. Sansen was a rough-talking man just younger than the father of a young girl might have been, he believed in action first and repercussions later. He spent most of his time at home training Sil'tel in the stances of martial arts to protect herself, and it would be his lazy drawling speech that she would come to adopt. His partner, Liletta, was a soft-spoken and learned mage, originally foreign to Eorzea and well-travelled. She put Sil'tel to task as a potential conjurer, but Sil lacked any significant potency at the role, and instead focused more on her adoptive-father's physical training, so the woman resigned herself simply to be Sil'tel's teacher, instilling ladylike graces into her posture and cramming as much general knowledge about the world as she could manage into her head. Both Sansen and Liletta proved to be effective guardians for the girl, and their time spent together was treasured.

Very soon into the adoption, Sil'tel began to grow increasingly-obvious additional horns that did not appear natural on a Xaela, and it was not until a year later that her adoptive-mother recognised the style and curve of the horns to be that of a Succubus. It was also astonishing that Sil'tel did not eat or drink very much, if at all. Food would be put in front of her and she would look at it, confused by what to do with it. Given that Sil'tel displayed none of the usual aggression and cruelty associated with the Succubus race, Liletta did not let it concern her. She and her partner, however, did not allow Sil'tel to spend much time in the company of others, as Gridania would not be kind to a girl who was decried as a voidsent. More than once, she was spotted by strangers and looked upon with confusion, having been mistaken for a Padjal with darker horns.

Three years into this family arrangement, Sil's adoptive mother passed away in the night unexpectedly. Battling with grief, Sil'tel and her lone guardian spent more time together training. Some weeks after Liletta's passing, Sansen began acting in a peculiar fashion, refusing to let Sil'tel leave the house, determining that they would sleep in the same bed, and touching her constantly, stroking her hair and caressing her neck. Sil'tel, being significantly more woman-like since her fifteen-year-old body had matured and her Succubus horns and nails had grown so large they could not be hidden, accepted the attention with good grace, since she owed the man a lot for his and his late partner's care, and part of her was excited by the closeness of a man.

Not long into this new behaviour, Sansen escalated the attention one night and began caressing Sil's thighs and breasts while they were in bed together, kissing her neck. Confused and unsure, Sil'tel allowed him to paw at her, frightened, but reacting to the affection with suprising elation. Sansen's caressing turned into passionate kissing and undressing, and soon after that Sil'tel's ankles were crossed against his lower back and her hands gripping his shoulders in licentious coitus. At the peak of Sansen's ecstacy, something ancient and undeniable triggered in Sil'tel, and instinctively she began siphoning copious amounts of his life energy into her being as he bucked into her with abandon. A torrent of glorious, sweet energy sent her every nerve into rapturous pleasure the likes of which she had never experienced before. Like rain into the desert sands, Sansen's energy sank into Sil'tel's, until nothing was left. The light of ferver left his eyes and his body became heavy on top of her. It was minutes until Sil'tel, quivering and panting, relishing in amazing life-giving pleasure, urged her adoptive father off her and realised he was unresponsive. He was dead completely.

The emotional impact of his loss was numbed by the sweet intoxication of nourishment that surged through Sil'tel's very being, but even through the daze of euphoria she realised that she had caused the death of her guardian. Struggling to make heads or tails of her predicament, and seeing no way to explain the corpse to the Gridanian authorities without revealing her physical nature, she fled from the city that night with no more than a nightgown and her own life.

Sansen's body was to be discovered weeks later after complaints of a foul odor and lack of visitation to the abode. Gridanian investigator's determined that the cause of death had been suspicious, but unexplainable. Furthermore, they had found the diary of Sansen in a hidden dresser, and the revelation that Sansen had become so infatuated and obsessed with Sil'tel that he had poisoned Liletta in order to be with the young girl. Sil'tel, meanwhile, lived in the Shroud, foraging from the land and finding solace on her own.


Adulthood

Adulthood

The later years of Sil'tel's adolescence saw her travel from new low to new low. A fugitive, as far as she knew, and a confirmed killer. She would sneak around the shadows of the Shroud in a torn and dirty nightgown, finding shelter in small caves they were only habitable after she had fought with wolves that had staked their claims there. She tried to make clothing from the leaves and foliage, but lacked the skills as a seamstress to make anything that held together. More frightening for her, however, was the ever-increasing gnawing of hunger. She had never experienced hunger before, and even though she tried to consume food like normal people do to, nothing seemed to abate it.

When the hunger made her strength vanish and caused her to fear for her existence, she sought out the only thing she had ever known to nourish her. At Bascarron's Druthers on a drizzling night, a merry-faced worker heading home after a few pints was stopped in the road by a crying Sil'tel in next-to-no clothes, who asked him to help her find her chocobo which had bolted into the surrounding forest. She led him to a place no one would see or hear them, stripped off her ragged nightgown and seduced him. Later, once the rain had stopped, a satisfied Sil'tel emerged from the foliage, euphoria clouding her morals just enough to have little problem with dragging a lifeless corpse to a dig site and dumping it in a deep chasm.

She kept this routine up for several months, staying in hiding until every few weeks the hunger pains and worries of expiring grew too much to bear, then finding an unfortunate male to sustain herself from. She kept clothes and items from her victims, becoming a thief as well as a killer. She stitched materials together to make functional clothes for cold weather, and learned to skin the wolves she dispatched to make crude leather and blankets. The infrequency of the missing people did not rouse much suspicion from the authorities, and Sil'tel was careful not to be spotted by anyone besides her intended victims. A young Au Ra woman in a ripped white nightgown and Succubus horns would surely be talking points that could spell disaster for her.

It was on Sil'tel's sixteenth birthday (or the birthday that Liletta had decided for her, as it shared the day of their finding her), that she slipped through the gates and ventured into the grounds of the intimidating Haukke Manor. Stealing into the a window to rummage for supplies and potential hiding places, she slipped on the sill and cracked her head on an old desk inside. When she staggered to her feet after a nasty concussion, she was paralyzed with terror as three tall, floating purple-skinned Succubi toyed with her hair and played with the hems of her self-stitched skirts in amusement and curiosity. When their probing and invasive interest in her horns and tail and odd manner of skin tone and scales turned to boredom, they floated away in disinterest, leaving Sil'tel speechless and breathless.

After gathering her wits, she explored further into the Manor and was shocked to discover that nothing in the manor seemed to take umbridge with her presence. Bats stirred in corners, but didn't flee on her approach, and though she had to kick some overlarge slugs off her legs in a panic, the Succubi that drifted aimlessly from room to room seemed only to smile at her as she did. Even going so far as to journey into the depths of the cellars, the skeletal structures of fiends, normally aggressive and bloodthirsty, seemed listless and unconcerned with her. Sil'tel frequented the Manor's halls more and more as the colder months made surviving in the Shroud increasingly unpleasant. She claimed a room of the Manor as her own, tidied it and kept it lit. While not the most attractive of accomodations, the quiet and peaceful environment of the voidsent-riddled Manor had become a comforting place, almost like a home.

Having learned a little of her own biology, it did not take long to recognise that she shared significant similarities with the taller, white-eyed Succubi who seemed to rule and patrol the halls. They took to Sil'tel with a suprising fondness, smiling at her when they passed, following her like curious cats when she explored the nooks and crannies of the Manor, and on rare occasions even took an interest in her needlework when she sewed clothing for her hunting of sustenance. In turn, Sil'tel grew ever more fond of the voidsent women, and she would present them gifts of hand-stitched scarves and shiny stones she had found while exploring the Shroud. They never wore the clothing, of course, but they seemed to appreciate the gifts, smiling and looking down at her with cool compassion.


Adulthood, to Present

Adulthood, to Present


Disaster struck one evening after Sil'tel had returned from hunting a drunken man from the road. A small adventuring party had caught wind of his sudden disappearance and she had not had time to properly dispose of his body. They tracked her to the Manor and burst in, looking to return justice. They were set upon almost immediately after entering the main hall, the Succubi of the Manor rushing them. The party, woefully underskilled for an encounter of such a nature, were picked apart. Ferocity like Sil'tel had never seen from the normally-placid women tore the group to pieces. When Sil'tel tried to call them down, to leave the adventurers be, there was no response. One of the Succubi used her long sharp nails to slice across a Miqo'te woman's face, then messily ripped out her trachea and tossed her aside like garbage to bleed out on the carpet, gurgling until her twitching fingers stopped trying to fruitlessly claw the air. Horrified, Sil'tel ran to stop the frenzied slashing of the Elezen bard in the group, but couldn't calm the Succubi before spear-like fingernails stabbed deep into the woman's eye sockets, then yanked back, tearing off her features and letting blood squirt in copious sprays before the remains of the woman fell faceless onto the ground.

Turning her back and dry-retching from the sight, Sil could only watch in mortified fascination as the two remaining men of the party had their armour and clothes rent from them by dozens of her new-found family, and dragged deeper into the Manor. She followed, pleading for them to stop, but the Succubi paid little attention, squabbling even amongst themselves to fondle and poke the men as they fought pitifully for their freedom. Sil stopped following, despairing the fate of the poor women in the hall. She did not bring herself to seek out where the Succubi had taken the men, but the sounds of moans and screams echoed distantly around the Manor for hours afterwards. When Sil'tel finally emerged from the confines of her room, the bodies had been dragged away, and every one of her floating friends was effortlessly gliding around the Manor, smiling as though nothing had happened.

It took Sil'tel a very long time, months, to feel like she could face the "girls" again. To have seen such savagery from people as close to her kin as anyone she had found completely scorched her soul. Succubi were monsters. She was a monster. Voidsent creatures delighting in rape, torture and malevolence. Slowly, however, after seeing how placid and accepting they were when they were not threatened and their territory challenged, Sil began to understand that the urges she felt when she needed to eat were the same, but because she was only a half-Succubus the urges were far less, the need less severe. With a higher intellect that might allow her to teach her new Succubus friends to be less... Succubus-y.

Sil'tel also came to understand, through study of the Succubi and first-hand observations, that her existence straddling the lines between Au Ra and Succubus was wretched. Normal Succubi didn't have to kill the men they fed from, but due to the primal intensity of their needs, and the ingrained reliance on taking food where they could get it, any man who was captured never lived long in their clutches. Sil'tel, on the other hand, had no choice but to kill. Key elements of her physiology were stunted, missing, or abnormally prevalent. She knew that when she had sex with a man, his climax triggered something in her that she couldn't stop or control. She drained her partner endlessly until nothing remained. Long after the energy had completely nourished her, she drained them. She lacked the simple biological faculties to stop it from happening. Death for any man who shared her bed was a foregone conclusion. She understood that any man who came to Haukke Manor unprepared for flight to safety would never see the light of day again.

But her adoptive Sisters, like her, needed to feast to keep them nourished and less prone to sadism and selfish urges. So, resigned to the fact that some sacrifices would have to be made if diplomacy between Succubi and Eorzeans was to be fostered, Sil'tel herself took up the role of provider. She urged the Succubi to stay in the Manor and not stray into the Shroud to search for food, and in turn, as often as she felt she could safely do so, she would seek out men who would not likely be missed or noticed missing, seduced them into following her back to the Manor, and letting the Girls have their way. This worked well for several years, reports of Succubi in the area dwindled to rumours, Sil'tel was making headway teaching the inhabitants of the Manor to ignore some of their more base instincts (even teaching some of the older, longer-horned Succubi how to thread needles), and between Sil'tels macabre "deliveries" and adventurers who foolishly attempted to rout the house of evil, the girls were fed regularly and seemed happy.

Sil's regimen of daily life was stirred up considerably when a patrol of Wood-wailers investigated too closely to the Manor house, and were brutalized by the threatened Succubi. Now used to cleaning up after these messes, Sil'tel was dragging corpses out into the yard to dispose of them, when a lone Wailer by the name of N'vael Surola, (who had conscientiously objected to the irregular intrusional patrol, preferring to stay outside) caught her awkwardly in mid-act. When Sil's frantic assertions that it "wasn't what it looked like" had abated in the face of N'vael's cool indifference, Sil'tel explained the situation and pleaded that what she was doing was necessary for the future of Eorzean-Succubus relations. Surprisingly, the Wailer shrugged off both the concerns of the Xaela-hybrid, and the cruel misfortune of her squad and agreed not to spill the story. Sil'tel, giddily pleased that she'd found someone who didn't immediately shun her, believed she'd found her very first friend.

Sileyel.png "Ah won't tolerate ya feelin' bad fer me! A murderer's what ah am, an' y'aint got no right lookin' at me with respect!" Sileyer.png


Art

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OOC Information

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Hard Limits

Hard Limits

  • Not interested in purely Erotic roleplay. (Eroticism has its place in RP, but as a consideration and consequence of good RP. Don't approach if all you want is cybersex.)
  • No permanent Death or Disfiguration. (Unless discussed/arranged beforehand.)
  • No Mind Control or Hypnosis. (Unless discussed/arranged beforehand. It's not entirely off the table, I just want to avoid Godmodding situations.)
  • Vaginal Intercourse with Sil'tel WILL result in death. No, you're not strong enough to "withstand" it. I alone determine if and when this may change.
  • For the love of God, NO BLATANT ERP! Succubus I may be, but stupid I am not. I shouldn't have to repeat this again.

Hooks & RP Favorites

Hooks & RP Favorites

  • Interested in long-term roleplay. Whether with individuals or involved in a group, static or evolving, I'm always keen to get involved in deep storylines.
  • Sil'tel is approachable. Don't be intimidated by all this info, I love being approached by everyone interested in RPing with me. If my RP Flag is up I'm very accomodating.
  • She gives off a dark energy/aura. Not applicable to some, not noticeable to her, but those sensitive to these things can use this as a way to engage with her.
  • Her actions are noticeable. Sil'tel's antics and mannerisms are eye-catching, and her mysteries easily inquired after and confronted about. Don't be shy.
  • She's keen to travel. As much as you can find me around Ul'dah, and around Haukke Manor, I do love getting out and RPing amongst the wide, wide world. Invite me!

External Links

External Links
Sileyel.png "I guess that's all there is t' say, darlin'. You go yer way, an' I'll go mine. Can't say I won't have y' on m' mind, though." Sileyer.png

Silwikil.png My sincerest thanks to everyone who read through this whole thing. I never thought I'd actually get around to finishing it! Silwikir.png

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