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<font style="color: #000; font-size:12px; letter-spacing: 0em;">Ren considered the auctioning off of her daughter to be her final moments playing along with the theater owner’s reprehensible behavior. She wore the most charming of grins and suggested she made a wedding gown for the event. Ren had a long yellow gown made in the traditional form of her family. The dress was more functional than it was a heartfelt gesture. Inside the lining of the rope used as a belt, Arko found a paste which smelled of home. A fatal poison used to coat arrows which the shamans of her community would concoct to aid in their protection. Ren sharpened the gold points of her ceremonial headdress and coated them with the toxic paste the night before Arko was to be wed. Ren walked Arko through their plan and left her with words of encouragement emphasizing that one cannot fight for everyone, but for themselves and those they love and hold dear. | <font style="color: #000; font-size:12px; letter-spacing: 0em;">Ren considered the auctioning off of her daughter to be her final moments playing along with the theater owner’s reprehensible behavior. She wore the most charming of grins and suggested she made a wedding gown for the event. Ren had a long yellow gown made in the traditional form of her family. The dress was more functional than it was a heartfelt gesture. Inside the lining of the rope used as a belt, Arko found a paste which smelled of home. A fatal poison used to coat arrows which the shamans of her community would concoct to aid in their protection. Ren sharpened the gold points of her ceremonial headdress and coated them with the toxic paste the night before Arko was to be wed. Ren walked Arko through their plan and left her with words of encouragement emphasizing that one cannot fight for everyone, but for themselves and those they love and hold dear. | ||
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Alas, the hour she was to be wed arrived and Arko was overtaken by confidence as she entered the gaudy venue. The groom-to-be appeared incredibly nervous; he was fully covered in intricate ornamentation and beads of sweat gleamed on his forehead. Arko thought to herself that he looked mostly innocent and frightened, she was unsure if she could follow through with her mother’s plan. When he recited his vows, his voice trembled with passion as he spoke of being moved by her performances. | Alas, the hour she was to be wed arrived and Arko was overtaken by confidence as she entered the gaudy venue. The groom-to-be appeared incredibly nervous; he was fully covered in intricate ornamentation and beads of sweat gleamed on his forehead. Arko thought to herself that he looked mostly innocent and frightened, she was unsure if she could follow through with her mother’s plan. When he recited his vows, his voice trembled with passion as he spoke of being moved by her performances. | ||
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“It would bring me the greatest joy if she were to perform for me every passing day.” | “It would bring me the greatest joy if she were to perform for me every passing day.” | ||
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Those were his last words as Arko meekly jabbed a coated gold piece into his abdomen. She watched silently, almost cathartically, as he struggled to breathe. The act ushered in chaos. Ren and her vigilante group slaughtered the boy’s family and friends at the ceremony as Arko watched in horror, bemoaned by the murder of possible innocents. Arko and the collective fled to their teahouse refuge where they confined themselves, only leaving with their masks on. Rumors spread and a bounty was placed on Arko’s head, as many believed she executed the entire slaughter herself. She paid no mind to the allegations and continued to wander around Kugane with careless determination. Arko, irresponsibly not wearing her disguise, was picking up fabrics for a fashion project when a patrician recognized her and reported her to authorities. She was immediately detained and taken to a local court the following day. Ren appeared, maskless, and offered herself up as the sole malefactor in the murder. She riled up the jury with theatrical allegations of finding joy in the slaughter. Ren was immediately sentenced to death and was dragged to a chamber for one night before her execution. | Those were his last words as Arko meekly jabbed a coated gold piece into his abdomen. She watched silently, almost cathartically, as he struggled to breathe. The act ushered in chaos. Ren and her vigilante group slaughtered the boy’s family and friends at the ceremony as Arko watched in horror, bemoaned by the murder of possible innocents. Arko and the collective fled to their teahouse refuge where they confined themselves, only leaving with their masks on. Rumors spread and a bounty was placed on Arko’s head, as many believed she executed the entire slaughter herself. She paid no mind to the allegations and continued to wander around Kugane with careless determination. Arko, irresponsibly not wearing her disguise, was picking up fabrics for a fashion project when a patrician recognized her and reported her to authorities. She was immediately detained and taken to a local court the following day. Ren appeared, maskless, and offered herself up as the sole malefactor in the murder. She riled up the jury with theatrical allegations of finding joy in the slaughter. Ren was immediately sentenced to death and was dragged to a chamber for one night before her execution. | ||
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Ruthlessly, Arko convinced the guards to allow her to see her mother one last time. Ren was smiling and gave a quiet and eloquent speech of how well she lived and grew to fight for those in her heart. With an uncharacteristic jitter in her voice, she paused, handed Arko a lock of her hair, and proceeded to request that Arko find her father in Ishgard. She ordered her not to apologize on her behalf for she had no regrets, but to let him know she selfishly found herself dreaming of him as time passed. Arko was taken aback by her mother’s unexpected request but vowed to honor it. She was forcibly removed and received news that Ren took her life later that night. Arko found unusual solace in her gesture of taking agency over her own life, even in the end. After several nights of internal restlessness, Arko found two affluent travelers who agreed to take her back with them to Ishgard. When asked of her profession, she proudly stated she was a foreign couturiere (though it had only been a personal hobby). She learned the word from her mother as she taught her some words of the Ishgardian dialect Ren had learned from Ruvienne. | Ruthlessly, Arko convinced the guards to allow her to see her mother one last time. Ren was smiling and gave a quiet and eloquent speech of how well she lived and grew to fight for those in her heart. With an uncharacteristic jitter in her voice, she paused, handed Arko a lock of her hair, and proceeded to request that Arko find her father in Ishgard. She ordered her not to apologize on her behalf for she had no regrets, but to let him know she selfishly found herself dreaming of him as time passed. Arko was taken aback by her mother’s unexpected request but vowed to honor it. She was forcibly removed and received news that Ren took her life later that night. Arko found unusual solace in her gesture of taking agency over her own life, even in the end. After several nights of internal restlessness, Arko found two affluent travelers who agreed to take her back with them to Ishgard. When asked of her profession, she proudly stated she was a foreign couturiere (though it had only been a personal hobby). She learned the word from her mother as she taught her some words of the Ishgardian dialect Ren had learned from Ruvienne. | ||
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The two happily married husbands who so graciously agreed to include her on their expensive journey to Ishgard, did so in exchange for Arko’s supposed fashion expertise. She was to style them for important balls and events as they wished to dawn foreign garments from their travels. Arko quietly revered the elezen men as she kept on her unaffected face throughout the trip. | The two happily married husbands who so graciously agreed to include her on their expensive journey to Ishgard, did so in exchange for Arko’s supposed fashion expertise. She was to style them for important balls and events as they wished to dawn foreign garments from their travels. Arko quietly revered the elezen men as she kept on her unaffected face throughout the trip. | ||
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<font style="color: #000; font-size:12px; letter-spacing: 0em;">Her first impression of Ishgard was that she found the city to be overwhelmingly bleak and hideous, though she kept her thoughts to herself and praised the city endlessly. Showing unrelenting kindness, the travelers excitedly toured Arko through their city. She asked pointed questions in hopes of finding her father to every soul she came into contact with. The travelers temporarily housed her at their estate and loved to hear tales from her unusual childhood. Arko did not fully trust them, but felt comfort in sharing such profound memories of hers without worry of ulterior motives or aggressions from them. She relished in their touching stories of defending their city and of how they met and fell in love. | <font style="color: #000; font-size:12px; letter-spacing: 0em;">Her first impression of Ishgard was that she found the city to be overwhelmingly bleak and hideous, though she kept her thoughts to herself and praised the city endlessly. Showing unrelenting kindness, the travelers excitedly toured Arko through their city. She asked pointed questions in hopes of finding her father to every soul she came into contact with. The travelers temporarily housed her at their estate and loved to hear tales from her unusual childhood. Arko did not fully trust them, but felt comfort in sharing such profound memories of hers without worry of ulterior motives or aggressions from them. She relished in their touching stories of defending their city and of how they met and fell in love. | ||
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After several moons with them, and the search for her father proving fruitless, she began to attend high-class events with the couple, as their foreign guest and stylist. At long last, she was approached by a bedraggled Elezen who claimed he had received word from various individuals in his social circle that a young foreigner was searching for an anthropologist scholar who had several cultural theories published and specialized in minority groups in the East. Shocked, she recognized parts of herself in his sharp features. Only a few moments lingered before his sly facial expression grew heavy with bewilderment, as he pieced together who she may be. Unable to look her in the eyes, the Elezen gathered himself and implored her to follow him to his personal library. Upon enteting, he mumbled to himself and tore books off the shelf, lodging them at the floor. Arko questioned what her mother ever saw in him, clearly unable to contain himself, yet maintaining an emotionless face. In his seemingly controlled panic, his voice raced of tales from her home in a time before she existed. She would have left right then as she is not fond of these wild displays of emotion, if not for her mother’s final request. Noting his ring, she impulsively asked about his wife. He explained, as if it were a remorseful confession, that he was married with two young children there but only out of a sense of duty. Flustered, he exclaimed that he only ever loved Ren and would have dropped everything and stayed with her if not for her request. Arko left her mother’s hair on his desk and rushed out, skipping over Ren’s elegant speech. | After several moons with them, and the search for her father proving fruitless, she began to attend high-class events with the couple, as their foreign guest and stylist. At long last, she was approached by a bedraggled Elezen who claimed he had received word from various individuals in his social circle that a young foreigner was searching for an anthropologist scholar who had several cultural theories published and specialized in minority groups in the East. Shocked, she recognized parts of herself in his sharp features. Only a few moments lingered before his sly facial expression grew heavy with bewilderment, as he pieced together who she may be. Unable to look her in the eyes, the Elezen gathered himself and implored her to follow him to his personal library. Upon enteting, he mumbled to himself and tore books off the shelf, lodging them at the floor. Arko questioned what her mother ever saw in him, clearly unable to contain himself, yet maintaining an emotionless face. In his seemingly controlled panic, his voice raced of tales from her home in a time before she existed. She would have left right then as she is not fond of these wild displays of emotion, if not for her mother’s final request. Noting his ring, she impulsively asked about his wife. He explained, as if it were a remorseful confession, that he was married with two young children there but only out of a sense of duty. Flustered, he exclaimed that he only ever loved Ren and would have dropped everything and stayed with her if not for her request. Arko left her mother’s hair on his desk and rushed out, skipping over Ren’s elegant speech. | ||
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Merely a few days passed from their initial meeting before Ruvienne sought out and approached Arko during one of her commissioned couture projects for a masquerade. He appeared as an entirely different person, calm and calculating as well as nearly impossible to read. A person Arko could admire. In the most tranquil of voices, he casually expressed a desire to denounce his current life and live as her father, despite the consequences. At that, Arko chuckled and rejected his offer, assuring him she had already been doing well for herself in Ishgard and exclaiming he could help her in other ways without needing to leave two children and a wife in a nefarious situation. | Merely a few days passed from their initial meeting before Ruvienne sought out and approached Arko during one of her commissioned couture projects for a masquerade. He appeared as an entirely different person, calm and calculating as well as nearly impossible to read. A person Arko could admire. In the most tranquil of voices, he casually expressed a desire to denounce his current life and live as her father, despite the consequences. At that, Arko chuckled and rejected his offer, assuring him she had already been doing well for herself in Ishgard and exclaiming he could help her in other ways without needing to leave two children and a wife in a nefarious situation. | ||
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Arko proposed that she become Ruvienne’s pupil of cultural studies, only so she could improve her sensitivities and understanding of self-expression through fashion and its connection to the psychosocial mind. A lengthy uncomfortable pause followed and Ruvienne nodded in agreement. He adroitly replied, “I married for duty, bore children for legacy, but your mother perpetually held my heart. You were born of our love but I will do anything in my power to honor your wishes, even if doing so requires I hide my truths so you can own yours.” | Arko proposed that she become Ruvienne’s pupil of cultural studies, only so she could improve her sensitivities and understanding of self-expression through fashion and its connection to the psychosocial mind. A lengthy uncomfortable pause followed and Ruvienne nodded in agreement. He adroitly replied, “I married for duty, bore children for legacy, but your mother perpetually held my heart. You were born of our love but I will do anything in my power to honor your wishes, even if doing so requires I hide my truths so you can own yours.” | ||
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<font style="color: #000; font-size:12px; letter-spacing: 0em;">Arko chose to adopt her mother’s name, Ren, as her surname though it was customary to take on a father’s in her tribe. Ruvienne has since sent Arko on several field studies across Eorzea to document cultural phenomenon, while applying his holistic approach to record. Arko can be found at unique cultural events for purposes of study, jotting down notes occasionally questioning others. She styles clients under her created persona, Neige D’or. | <font style="color: #000; font-size:12px; letter-spacing: 0em;">Arko chose to adopt her mother’s name, Ren, as her surname though it was customary to take on a father’s in her tribe. Ruvienne has since sent Arko on several field studies across Eorzea to document cultural phenomenon, while applying his holistic approach to record. Arko can be found at unique cultural events for purposes of study, jotting down notes occasionally questioning others. She styles clients under her created persona, Neige D’or. | ||
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Sporadically, she does feel inspired to utilize her skills in espionage and deception when she feels justice was not reached. She is highly selective of the jobs she accepts, and will not move forward unless she is certain the individual she is defrauding is irredeemable in her eyes. For these assignments, she wears her mother’s white mask and goes by various aliases depending on the client. | Sporadically, she does feel inspired to utilize her skills in espionage and deception when she feels justice was not reached. She is highly selective of the jobs she accepts, and will not move forward unless she is certain the individual she is defrauding is irredeemable in her eyes. For these assignments, she wears her mother’s white mask and goes by various aliases depending on the client. | ||
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Rarely, she performs her own form of vigilante justice when she feels nobody else has or will. Such acts do not always involve killing. She is known to blackmail others or expose them to the public herself. Assassination is the last resort. | Rarely, she performs her own form of vigilante justice when she feels nobody else has or will. Such acts do not always involve killing. She is known to blackmail others or expose them to the public herself. Assassination is the last resort. | ||
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Mostly, Arko is found overdressed and lounging at various teahouses enjoying their selection of teas while reading or taking notes on her next project. | Mostly, Arko is found overdressed and lounging at various teahouses enjoying their selection of teas while reading or taking notes on her next project. | ||
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Arko Ren ::Vigilante Couturier:: About
Error creating thumbnail: File missing While mostly resembling her mother both in appearance and cultural identity, Arko towers over her petite mother while preserving the delicate structure common in midlanders. She keeps her dark hair lengthy with the appearance of unkemptness; however, the disheveled look is entirely calculated to align with her desired aesthetic. She is fond of gold hues and, similar to her maternal family from the Yanxian highlands, adorns her cheeks with gold dust nearly every morning. Although she exercises tirelessly and wishes it were otherwise, she has barely any noticeable muscle definition and comes off as frail, though she focuses most of her muscle training on her core and legs for agility. Scars & Markings: Having only just commenced her training in archery, along with her devotion to self-image, she has but two noticeably scarred areas on her body. A tiny gash resides on the left side of her neck and several deep markings paint her ankles. She is hesitant to show these to others, though she admires those with scars, believing it indicates a sense of devotion to their cause and/or loved ones. Voice: Arko possesses her mother’s resonant sing-song voice but with a deeper, sharp flow in her intonation. She has a subtle regionally Yanxian accent and dialect, but hyper-corrects it when meeting new people. Once she grows comfortable, her accent becomes apparent and her tone livens up and shifts to being more spirited and expressive. Clothing: Her manner of dress is typically overstated and formal, but never apparently so. Every piece she wears means something to her and she spends a great deal of time and attention on her clothing. One will often catch her in deep reds or greenish-blues accompanied by golden accents. Customarily, she conceals a dagger under her clothing for personal protection. Recently, she has been fortunate enough to travel to various cities across Hydaelyn and has adopted an extensive collection of fabrics and garments. Her wardrobe grows so rapidly, she is plagued by the paradox of storing such a considerable collection.
Personality, she has one and it will be written in eventually.
Accompaniment ¡Beware of upcoming wordiness!
Arko has amassed several skills as well as certain ineptitudes throughout her life (( ♠ Leave an ask here or in-game mail for requests)):
Error creating thumbnail: File missing Under the moniker, Neige D'or, Arko utilizes a persona full of pageantry and brazen theatrics to guide those closer to their personal fashion enlightenment. She travels to a location of the client's choosing to listen to personal stories in order to withdraw the cornerstone of their essence and apply it to an ensemble best suited to them. She finds what she needs in the subtext of their tales, rather than the substance, using a technique she learned from her cultural psychology professor in Ishgard.
She had a dainty ornamented bow specially crafted for her by a dear friend which inspired her return to the field. She makes up for her physical ineptitude with her perception and discerning nature, though she is easily blindsided by those more experienced. Error creating thumbnail: File missing
She is capable of utilizing special tonics that may bring out the truth in others (usually alcohol, but she never tells her clients this). Additionally, she attempts to create ritual balms akin to the ones the elders of her late family would make that had variable results. On occasion, the balms would place her target in a trance, throw them into a vivid dream/vision, or merely intoxicate them. Error creating thumbnail: File missing ♠ She carries out such pursuits in complete secrecy and asks that her clients use a code name for themselves and for her. She meets in one of two obscure locations of her choice in either Ishgard or Kugane. Though, she is inclined to dramaturgy and selects scenic heights to conduct her business at the expense of security.
Error creating thumbnail: File missing ♠ Requests can be left with a hired drunken man on the lower floor of The Forgotten Knight in Ishgard or with the credible nude Roegadyn in the bathhouse outside of Bokairo Inn in Kugane. ((Leave an ask here or in-game mail)) Error creating thumbnail: File missing
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