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=Personality= | =Personality= | ||
<div align=center><div style="padding:10px 0px; background: #475178;font-size:16px;color:#ebd0a4;font-family:Georgia;text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px black">'''P E R S O N A L I T Y'''</div></div> | <div align=center><div style="padding:10px 0px; background: #475178;font-size:16px;color:#ebd0a4;font-family:Georgia;text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px black">'''P E R S O N A L I T Y'''</div></div> | ||
Revision as of 02:33, 20 December 2015
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Spirituality: Sounsyy is not what most would call a devout worshiper of any deity. She grew up under the reign of the King of Ruin in Ala Mhigo and so never knew to revere Rhalgr like most of her countrymen. Because King Theodoric took Nymeia as his patron deity, Sounsyy has since come to loathe her and blame her equally for the fall of Ala Mhigo to the Garleans. The goddess Llymlaen is the only member of the Twelve that has stood apart in Sounsyy's mind. While not a worshiper of the Navigator, she often views the goddess of the wind and waves as a kindred spirit or a beacon of hope that things will get better. As for the rest of the Twelve, Sounsyy looks upon them apathetically, believing that they too, must look apathetically on her... especially Thal.
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- ■ Height: Sounsyy is exceptionally short, even by Miqo'te standards. With her ears perked, she comes in at just under five fulms in height - her growth likely stunted by poor nutrition and injury early in life.
- ■ Body: Also unlike many of her fellow Miqo'te, Sounsyy no longer possesses a lithe frame from her youth. She is short and stocky, bearing wide shoulders and strong arms, thighs, and calves.
- ■ Face: Sounsyy has large, green eyes that are often accented with gold eyeliner. She has thin, plucked eyebrows, which she used to shave during the Old Resistance. She has thin lips, her mouth curling slightly upwards at either end. She has a habit of biting her lower lip. Her lengthening light brown hair is almost always in a tangled mess or tied hastily back into a short ponytail. She tries to sweep the excess hair and bangs back over her head, but as her hair has gotten longer, it has become less cooperative. To see Sounsyy wearing her hair neatly is an extremely momentous occasion.
- ■ Scars: Horizontal scar on left cheek. Blanched white skin from 3rd degree burns spots her left arm, shoulder, and back between her shoulder blades. Her bellybutton is elongated diagonally downwards into a scar left there from when a sword impaled her navel. A two-ilm diameter puncture wound can be found on both sides of her right shoulder from where a spear was pulled out of her.
Sounsyy always carries at least one of her two swords on her person at all times. She is most often seen with her standard-issue Lominsan Shortsword, which she received upon joining the Maelstrom. She keeps this 18 ilm, cobalt blade strapped just above her rear. Her second sword is a type of Falchion often used by Ishgardian Templars. This blade is used for dueling and training. She grew to enjoy the feel of this blade during her time on the Bloodsands and eventually commissioned her own when she became an officer in the Maelstrom. She keeps this sword, as well as her Ala Mhigan Scutum on her chocobo's pack. Her scutum is thicker than the average shield, made from cobalt sheets a little under two ilms in thickness. It is nearly four fulms in height, a fulm and a half wide, and weighs eighteen ponz. Unlike most scutums, the scratched and weathered surface of her particular shield is slightly convex, the outside edges of the shield sloping outward and tapering off so that weapons or bullets are more like to glance off the shield rather than apply full force to a single point.
Some of these rumors are untrue, speculation, or are greatly exaggerated. Please feel free to add your own rumors under the Player Character category! ◢ Common Rumors - Easily overheard. Use these freely!
◢ Uncommon Rumors - A little more difficult to hear. Use sparingly or ask first!
◢ Rare Rumors - Very rarely overheard. Please ask before using!
◢ Player Character Rumors - Feel free to add rumors of your own!
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The Fall and the Rise of the Old Resistance ( 1557 - 1561 )
The Corpse on the Bloodsands ( 1562 - 1564 )
Assault on the Cermet Wall ( 1564 - 1565 )
Recovery ( 1565 - 1570 )
The Fighting Fish and the Barracuda ( 1570 - 1572 )
Weathering the Storm ( 1572 - Calamity )
The Trauma of Wounds Never Healed ( 0001 - 0005 )
Braving the Rough Sea ( 0005 - Present )
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According to Captain Mirke's official report, on the 22nd Sun of the 5th Umbral Moon, a Garlean invasion force attacked the Iron Lake Garrison. As per orders, the 17th Levy held their position against the attack, sustaining heavy losses. Forty-three men and women of the 17th were found among the dead. Those lost were put to sea in the Straight of Merlthor. The remaining seventeen members of the 17th Levy were recalled to Limsa Lominsa and granted leave of absence. However, when the Maelstrom's forces were amassing on the Flats of Carteneau, the 17th Levy returned to active service per Commander of the 3rd Squadron Iyrnlahz Sylbahctsyn's orders. Eleven men and women of the 17th were reported killed in action or are currently missing in action, presumed dead, including Levy Captain Sounsyy Mirke.
-Maelstrom Official Records, Year '03 of the Seventh Umbral Era
-Maelstrom Official Records, Year '01 of the Seventh Astral Era
IDENTIFYING CHARACTERISTICS:
ALIAS: Mirke
AGE at time of offense: 15
HAIR: Long, Light Brown
EYES: Green
MARKS: 1 ilm scar on left cheek;
3x striped birthmarks on both cheeks
CRIMINAL RECORD:
Marasaja Pit, Ul'dah, 1562 6AE; charge: assault with intent to rob, conspiracy to commit crimes against the Sultanate; sentence: 5 years OR 235,000 gil; 1564 - bond paid in full.
1564 6AE; charge: assault with intent to kill against two Brass Blades, assault with intent to kill against Sultansworn; escaped custody. charges dropped
AFFILIATIONS:
- ■ Known connection to the Ala Mhigan Resistance faction.
- ■ Known connection to the terrorist organization, The Corpse Brigade. Approach with caution.
- ■ Known connection to the Coliseum – Noxius. Possible accomplices: Roroludo Dodoludo
- ■ Possible connection to the Maelstrom.
Grindstone Records award competitor-alias "Mirke" with crowning three consecutive championships and over twenty individual victories against other fighters before finally being defeated by competitor Leanne Delphium. But not before news of Mirke's unyielding determination and martial feats swept through Ul'dah, resulting in a couple of young fighters posting notes in the Quicksand challenging her to private duels to test their mettle. This has also brought on the unwanted attention of other factions such as the Turks, the Brass Blades, the Sultansworn, and the Adventurer's Guild. Such infamy comes with its own price.
Echo Entry #1 - "Carteneau"
The world begins to cloud and distort, fog snaking upwards in tendrils around <Player Character>. The fog was hot to the touch and the crackle of fire beginning to ebb into the ears identified the fog as smoke, hot, thick, suffocating. Then came the booming drums of artillery sounding in the thick, swirling dark. The ground shook violently, the red moon Dalamud bathing the world in its eerie glow. A scream sounded above the booming den. "Sounsyy," it bellowed, "Run!" A looming giant materialized through the smoke. He held onto his axe as if it was the only thing holding him upright. He threw himself in front of a small huddled form - that of Sounsyy, crouched low behind her shield. A Garlean Reaper reared its foul metal maw, it's jaws dripping wet with flame. It bellowed, a boom sounding out in the dark, wreathing the Roegadyn man in flame. Sounsyy's shield shattered and her body caught alight and seemed to melt into the hard rock. She writhed and screamed, but no sound could be heard. The Reaper loomed high above the smoke, it's maw gliding through the darkness like a snake toward its paralyzed prey. It reared, its mouth silhouetted once more by flame. But the vision melted, just as it began and the flickering light of Carteneau's fires became the warm glow of the nearby lamplight. The smoke was that of a nearby candle burning its wick to the end. The vision was gone, and <Player Character> returned to the present - Sounsyy Mirke looking oddly at them as if they had seen some sort of ghost.
Echo Entry #2 - "Mirke's Lanista"
Sounsyy Mirke meets <Player Character>'s eyes and all else seems to melt away. When the world comes back together, a sword twirls through the air just past <Player Character>. An aged Dunesfolk with pale yellow eyes and graying hair stands in a lunging position, his round shield held quivering where he had just disarmed a young Miqo'te of her sword in one fell swipe. Sounsyy looked incredibly young, no more than 15 cycles, with hollow eyes and cheeks - her ribs showing under her skin. She was only a fulm taller than her Lalafellin opponent. The Dunesfolk moved forward and slashed the back of Sounsyy's knee and the young girl collapsed with a scream.
"Fight me will you?!" The Dunesfolk rasped at the girl, "When I saw you on the Bloodsands you were ruthless - a survivor! A fighter! Where is that girl?" The young Sounsyy glared up at him through the tears in her eyes. "I cannot defeat you with a shield and blade, how am I supposed to win without the blade?!" The aged Dunesfolk scoffed, "Hmph, the girl who bludgeoned a man to death with his own pauldron doesn't know how to win with a fifteen ponz sheet of metal strapped to her arm?!" Sounsyy attacked instantly, but Roroludo was ready. The Dunesfolk held the assault with his own shield, his muscle winning over Sounsyy's full body. "That's the spirit! If you can't defeat a few Ul'dahn gladiators what good are you to Ala Mhigo?" This enraged Sounsyy and she struck out with her shield again, waging a violent assault with her blunt weapon. She struck until the Dunesfolk's shield cracked and then the vision was over, whisking <Player Character> back to Sounsyy's sharp eyes.
Echo Entry #3 - "Forty-three Muskets Sound"
The world beneath <Player Character> grew unsteady, the ground began to rock back and forth upon the waves of the Lifestream deep below. When <Player Character> opened their eyes, they found themselves upon the bow of a massive Lominsan war vessel. Its sails were tightly bound and it bobbed steadily upon the choppy waters of the Merlthor. A stream of volcanic smoke could be seen just on the horizon, Mount O'Ghomoro in the West being the only indicator that the world had not been entirely swallowed in water. A solitary gunshot rang out over the burbling water below. A Maelstrom Officer in regalia reloaded his musket then held it at attention.
All along the center of the main deck stood Maelstrom soldiers, in full regalia, their heads hung, standing firm and still against the rocking tide. Along the gunwale lay rows of caskets adorned with the Lominsan standard. A member of Maelstrom's high command stood between the caskets and crew, reading off from a list of names. A name would be sung out to the Deep, a single musket would answer, and a casket would be tipped over the gunwale into the briny depths below. Sounsyy's hat was held firmly over her heart, her hollow eyes bore holes into the caskets which lined the gunwale before her.
"Private Jeanifre, Ceaulie." The musket fired, and over tipped Ceaulie's casket.
"Private Lohbyldawyn, Khannklin." The musket sang her praise, and the Deep accepted her.
"Private Lohk, T'salhet." The musket crackled and Sounsyy looked away as she tumbled into the sea with a splash. Sounsyy began to weep silently as the next name in line, Corporal Lokeke Loke, was called. A shot rang out, and they too were gone forever. Tears began to stream unbidden from her eyes as she raised her chin to face the next casket being raised.
"2nd Lieutenant Louztoumwyn, Keltsoemr." Sounsyy flinched as the shot cried out. Her eyes drifted down the line. Seventeen still stood by her sides. Most wounded, some being held up by others. Margot, three down the line wept into Himalanka's uniform as his strong arms held the child. Sounsyy turned back to Commander Iyrnlahz as he slowly, painstaking tolled off the names of her fallen Levy. She swallowed down the lump in her throat and held her gaze unblinking as the funeral dragged on.
"Private Lyngzantsyn, Isilhyr." Shot. Splash.
"Private Marlont, Jeanbernard." Fire. Water. Nothing. The vision faded into nothing, those death tolls continuing to echo in <Player Character>'s ears as the world returned around them.
- ■ Sounsyy suffers from severe PTSD, however her alcoholism stems from a desire to drown out the constant physical pain she experiences from her wounds sustained on Carteneau, not from a desire to silence her mental demons.
- ■ Sounsyy has her father's eyes, a fact which frightened her mother.
- ■ Sounsyy was born left handed, but didn't learn to write until later in life, and learned to do so with her right hand.
- ■ The great irony of Sounsyy's character is that she desperately wants to return to the place of her birth, Ala Mhigo, but doesn't know she was actually born in the Cieldaeles and that Ceirtette brought her 'home' many years ago already.
- ■ If Sounsyy were a character in a real world setting, this would be her story: "Sophie Mirke" would've grown up in a small, New England fishing town - one of those places with a population of 2,000. She would hate home life. In High School she would become the Varsity Volleyball Captain, and likely have a relationship with one of her teammates until social pressures caused the two to separate. She would graduate an average or below average student and struggle to find work. She would not want to attend college and instead enlist in the Navy or Coast Guard. After serving the minimum amount of time, she would leave and move to somewhere "exotic" or "wanderlusty" like Oregon or Washington, and wind up living in a fishing town just like the one she grew up in. She would begin working at a rundown diner near the water - the kind of place truckers and disgruntled fishermen would stop by every morning. She becomes more bitter than the coffee the diner serves, but she is not dissatisfied enough to move away. So she puts everything into her work, running the Rough Sea Diner with an iron fist and a shotgun under the counter. She works long hours, but when she has free time she mostly keeps to herself or jogs along the beach, hoping to run into a cute jogger like something out of the movies.
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Code Testing Section
Gods have mercy on Hut’s soul.
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