Yagaan Malaguld

Yagaan Malaguld
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Gender	Female
Race	Au Ra
Clan	Xaela
Citizenship	N/A
Server	Balmung
Age	17
Marital Status	Single
Occupation	Medicine Woman/Maid
Height/Weight	57 Ilm/103 Ponze
Orientation	Bisexual

Basic Info

Stubbornly asocial and hellsbent on study, Yagaan is one of the many Malaguld tribe to make their way to Eorzea trying to find a place for herself. She (at least tries to) keeps an air of maturity around herself, stemming from years of work as the clan's medicine woman - being bedside to many dying, dead, suffering, and battle-hewn does that, after all. Her facial features, voice, and height betray her true age, however, as well as her lack of experience in most anything other than medicine/animal dressing. Her clansmen know her to be notoriously grumpy and dangerously curious - a combination that she quickly bounces between.

LIKES ■ Lace/Silk ■ Sweet/Spicy Foods ■ Fortune-Telling ■ Reading ■ New Experiences/Learning

DISLIKES ■ Dotharl ■ Stubbornness ■ (Too much) Company ■ Being Treated Childishly/Teased ■ Being Touched ■ Many, Many Other Things

OTHER ■ Alignment: True Neutral ■ Vice(s): Sweet Tooth, Curiosity ■ Favorite Food: Chocolate Torte ■ Favorite Drink: Chocolate Wine ■ Favorite Color: Mint/Celeste Green

Appearance

With hair in a chronic mess and a listlessly sleepless look from her, Yagaan is but a wisp of a girl - thin, wiry, and tiny - the only exception being a pair of strong, long legs. Her hands are small, and fingers thin and delicate - though a few small scars remain on them, alongside a rather large, slashing scar on the top of her left hand (and a smaller companion on her right). Her scales, rich navy like most Xaela, cover her body a little more along her sides and hips than average, and her tail is thin and long with an almost spade-tail tip. Her horns are thick and curl in a manner to protect her face, tipped in light green pigment - the scales there slightly thinner than normal. When flustered, the tips flush with blood much like one could imagine a hyur's ears to.

Her face can best be described as a "chronic pout-face", as her default expression is usually that of mild displeasure. Saturated red pigment lines her sharp eyes, as make up she uses to hide the fact she ends up with little sleep due to constant library binges - with her iris being a pale green, outlined with bright gold. Flaxen hair frames her scale-lined face, sticking up anywhere it might be short, and a pair of sidetails starting underneath her horns.

She seems to favor luxurious/cute clothing of expensive material and Eorzean fashion, with anything very frilly/lacy being her favorites. It's also common to find her wearing various bits and baubles upon her wrists and horns, though never rings - as she keeps her scars hidden with gloves.

Personality

In a word, Yagaan can be describe as "Temperance" - despite her sometimes rather terrible social gaffs, she excels at keeping people (and herself) calm in many situations; be they far too excited to stand still, too angry for reason, or too sorrowful to stand. Most of her social experience, after all, comes from tending to people within the medicine tent of the Malaguld; with ailments varying from simple scrapes to shock and hallucination plaguing the tribe, keeping someone from reacting while trying to help them recover can sometimes be a difference between life and death. The lass also holds the ability to conjure up sympathy and happy lies -- another holdover, from time of comforting the dying.

Beyond that, however, even Yagaan doesn't fully understand. As lacking in genuine socialization as she is, she tries her damnedest to try to fit into situations and conversations with people (or topics) that interest her. Favoring reason and logic over sentiment, however, she can fall short in the sympathy department during genuine conversations -- using her blunt worldview of one who has, indeed, had to see a lot of death -- and be a hand for it. It's not something that has totally ruined her inside (as she can attest, quite calmly), but the cool ease she speaks of various morbid topics and desires can catch one off guard. The biggest problem of all is that she still has yet to grasp her personality, despite acting as the mature woman she wants to be - leading to her very often being flustered or insecure (especially when comparing her traditional methods to those involving aether!). She is also quick to try to prove herself wise and intelligent, spouting (sometimes relevant) bits of wisdom and trying to use the various new/"complicated" words of Eorzean she picks up. Yagaan also shows a great deal of skepticism over supernatural things -- after all, coming from a land with much less aether makes the fact people can bend reality to will meteors about sound like faerie-tales.

However, even temperance can fly out of the window when something piques her curiosity.

Around close friends, a different side of her shows -- she becomes somewhat more open and talkative (though still darkly humorous and not entirely ready to smile), and doesn't abhor physical contact, being open to gestures such as hugs and closeness. It is a product of a bygone age of clan companionship that she never much got to experience.

Biography

Childhood

An average child by most Xaela means, Yagaan's early childhood was mostly uneventful. Her parents had their roles in the tribe - Khurel, her father, was a herbalist, whilst her mother Maalingyn was one of the tribe's spearmen. Indranil, her paternal grandmother, was a long-lived 'silverscale' (half-Raen, half-Xaela) and one of their most esteemed of healers. Their family was a small one that was on good terms with the rest of the tribe - though many a Malaguld, be they elder or youth, shudder at the thought of having to enter Indranil's tent, lest they get her lecture and glare - and even more thought it was better than the old hag beating them into submission with her cane.

She was a friendly child, close to many of the others around her age - particularly close to dreamy Hariko and scrapper Temujin.

Like many things, however, it wasn't meant to last. At five summers, a rather peculiar illness overtook a few of the tribe's younglings. Her father and a few others volunteered to seek the cure - a rare herb that, unfortunately, grew in territories known to be contested over. Knowing the risks, they undertook the quest.

Unfortunately, that was also the last they saw of the men and women who went to scout alive. Less than a month later (as the tribe moved as they often did, knowing the scouts would know of their location) the well younglings were out playing as they often did on the trails, when a fell wind crossed the air. While this deterred a few of them, Yagaan (younger and eager to prove herself brave) followed those who so dared to investigate the thicket.

It was there she made eye to eye(less) contact with the decaying corpse of her father and the others.

It was the screaming of them, the terror of the others, and the smell that brought the adults to the sight; Maalingyn simply shut down at the mention of it, not having the will to investigate -- whilst Indranil moaned in agony and horror, of the state of her beloved only son. For Yagaan, it was the last she had time to play so often with her friends, as her grandmother took to her tent as a young apprentice - with little argument from her mother, as it meant the girl would never possibly be killed like her husband.

Compared to many of her kin, where she should have been a youth figuring out what place she has in the tribe and how to suit it, instead had her fate laid before her -- after all, the years of training that ensued left her with little time to practice (or enjoy) other pursuits, or spend meaningful time with her fellow Malaguld. Instead, Yagaan had been sternly trained -- the switch scars on her hand a testament to the methods her grandmother employed in "tempering the steel of the clan's future". Though the memories of days past were fond, she resented her situation as she grew older.

Teenage

Her mother's "condition" hardly improved -- Maalingyn a listless shell of her old, stern self, taking it upon herself to handle all dangerous work the clan needed should they allow her to oversee them. The only contact the two had was her occasional visit to the medical tent -- with either Indranil or Yagaan the one to clean up whatever mess she might have gotten herself into. It was a visit that brought a heavy silence over the tent, and would not fade for the next few bells.

Miscellaneous

RUMORS Some of these rumors are untrue or are greatly exaggerated. Please feel free to add your own rumors under PC! ◢ Common Rumors (Easily overheard) ■ "I've thought her grandmother's glare'd died with that hag, but Twelve above! Worst idea to be stubborn when she's doing medicine..." - Malaguld member ■ "Rather strange seeing it -- A chirurgeon who works without magic! It wasn't... as effective as conjury, but the lass did save my son." - Gridanian merchant ■ ◢ Moderate Rumors (Moderately difficult to overhear) ■ "I daresay I've never heard humor darker and drier than that little lass'." - Gridanian Barmonger ■ "Color me surprised when I saw a girl that tiny carrying one of our men on her back!" - Malaguld Wanderer ■ ◢ Rare Rumors (Very difficult or rarely overheard) ■ "That look in 'er eyes... I dunno how much death tha' girl's seen, but there's somethin' wrong wit' 'er." - Ul'dahn lichyard digger ■ ■ ◢ PC Rumors (Rumors from the character's of other players) ■ "Yagaan? Intelligent, clever, and a book reader. I like her. We'd get along, I think, if I bothered to speak more often to her." - Hinako Mori ■ ■ ■

RELATIONS ♥ Romantic Interest ♥ Platonic Love ● Good Standing ● Poor Standing ♥ Hariko Yutsuken - (Childhood Friend) - One of the Raen within the Malaguld tribe, Hariko (or Hako, as Yagaan calls her) is one of Yagaan's closest (and possibly only few) friends, despite their contrasting demeanors and personalities. Now reunited, the two enjoy a strong, rekindled friendship - other than Yagaan agonizing over how much she might or might not like Hariko's husband . ♥ Temujin Malaguld - (Childhood Friend) - Though initially friends due to mutual hatred and forced proximity (with Temujin getting constantly injured, and Yagaan having to take care of him), the two can be considered "true companions", with a strong, platonic bond built on the fact that both of them have skeletons in their proverbial closets.

Gallery

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  Yagaan in her robes

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