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| − | :"I was born 1560. My Ma 'n Pa were | + | :"I was born 1560. My Ma 'n Pa were modern Miqo'te, Gridanians born 'n raised - she made 'erbal remedies 'n 'e loved timber. They had four kids - that's 'cluding me. When I was still wee 'n Ma was ripe wif her last, we up 'n moved all the way t' Limsa Lominsa. Ye gotta understand what it's like fer a forestborn to leave the wood - Ma never ''really'' adjusted. So why'd we move? My Pa had got talkin' t' some traveller from the city in the sea, 'n told 'im that the navy was in need o' ship-builders. Pa loved his craft, 'n gil is never nuffin' t' be scoffed at, he told me. I was six at the time 'n my brothers ten 'n seven, so this woulda been '66. 'N 5 cycles went by, none the extraordinary. Ma had 'n apothecary stall all done up nice, 'n I was to learn the trade. Pa was gone frequently, sailing through salt wif his new crew. Y'know, growin' up, ye start t' notice stuff. 'N I could tell Ma hated bein' second best t' the Lady o' Waters. Anyroad, life was life till my Pa never came back. Ma crumbled, but was tryin' t' 'old the pieces together. She'd always been fragile as a wine glass. I was 'leven then, I 'member 'cause it was one cycle till the war. 'N when that cycle passed, the biggest o' my brothers left t' fight, leaving me with a Ma 'n babe t' take care of. Ari was there too, 'n we tried our best. But we were kids, 'n kids don't know better. 'N then I was thirteen, 'n Ma might as well 'ave been gone too. 'Ave ye ever seen someone, sleepless? They stop 'membering things, yer face, yer name. It was crueler o' her t' be there. Ari couldn't take it - 'e was gone all the time too. 'E got our gil through slaying 'n blood. I got our gil through stealin', peddlin', pushin', runnin'. I was sellin' sailors the worst kinda shite, 'n 'cause I started t' do the shite too, I didn't realize Ma had started sleepin' again. Didn't realize the somnus. If I hadn't o' been all smoked out from the street-leaf, I woulda drank that poison too, from her outstretched hands. So now, I have no Ma. I have no Pa. Eternal sleep took my baby brother, battle bigger than him got my big brother. The only brother I got left got out when it was smart. 3 cycles before this, I hated. I hated my Pa, my Ma, the sea, the drugs, the war, the people, the places, the things, 'n finally... everything. 'N my hate spilled over, like an eruptin' volcano from distant dreams. 'N then my hate cooled, 'n what remained was a rock." |
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Revision as of 21:48, 17 July 2014
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| Gender | Female |
| Race | Miqo'te |
| Clan | Keepers of the Moon |
| Citizenship | Unaffiliated |
| Namesday | 20th Sun of the Second Umbral Moon |
| Guardian | Oschon the Wanderer |
| Battle | Pugilist/Archer (ROGUE) |
| Field | Botanist |
| Trade | Alchemist |
| Server | Balmung |
Luna Fay [lu-NA • f-AY] is a pint-sized punk and Miqo'te "pirate" of seventeen cycles. With a wanderer's soul and adventurer's lust, Luna freelances her sleuth and herbalism skills to anyone with the right amount of shiny. To Luna there are no sides, just herself, in a world playing the game of survival with failing health. Her ultimate quest(s...) is to become a ninja, be the most deadly kitten on the block, and beat life at its own game.
- ■ Other Names: Skulk
- ■ Cycles: Seventeen
- ■ Birthplace: Gridania
- ■ Residence: Nomadic
- ■ Tribe: Fate unknown
- ■ Orientation: Indifferent
- ■ Marital Status: Free
- ■ Faith: Casual-worshiper
- ■ Job: Hireling; peddler, smuggler, courier, apothecary
, thief - ■ Linkshell: Freelancer (None IC)
- ■ Grand Company: Troop Meow
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Appearance & Personality
- In three words, Luna is short, supple and slender. A smallfry on the Miqo'te scale, she stands 4 fulms 10 ilms and 90 ponz. Her Keeper heritage is glaringly obvious, what with her luminous amethyst eyes, moon-bathed skin and snow-white hair. For someone who boasts of brawn, Luna appears (humorously so) the opposite: small boned, girlishly figured, childish pigtails... not to mention an undeniable air of cute. Even so, with closer attention, there is also something feral, predatory... blood-thirsty?, which invokes a sense of foreboding while hinting at a clever facade (like an evil chihuahua... *shudders*).
- But for those who don't look that closely, or just don't care, or like it... Luna is a free-spirited free-thinker with a insatiable desire for play (... if she didn't look purely Moon-kitty, you'd suspect she was Sunny). She likes to josh around and be mysterious, both quietly and not so quietly finding/creating all sorts of trouble. She's not afraid to get her hands dirty and likes to get into a good scrap, which kind of goes hand in hand with her lust for quick, chaotic situations.
- But there is also the Luna that she keeps carefully concealed under lock and key. Unlike her persona, the self is weak. Lonely. She was made a mother too young, and has always given herself and her loved ones what they need. A breadwinner as a child, Luna seeks the fun and freedom she's never truly grasped; except in the pocket of another.
Biography
- "I was born 1560. My Ma 'n Pa were modern Miqo'te, Gridanians born 'n raised - she made 'erbal remedies 'n 'e loved timber. They had four kids - that's 'cluding me. When I was still wee 'n Ma was ripe wif her last, we up 'n moved all the way t' Limsa Lominsa. Ye gotta understand what it's like fer a forestborn to leave the wood - Ma never really adjusted. So why'd we move? My Pa had got talkin' t' some traveller from the city in the sea, 'n told 'im that the navy was in need o' ship-builders. Pa loved his craft, 'n gil is never nuffin' t' be scoffed at, he told me. I was six at the time 'n my brothers ten 'n seven, so this woulda been '66. 'N 5 cycles went by, none the extraordinary. Ma had 'n apothecary stall all done up nice, 'n I was to learn the trade. Pa was gone frequently, sailing through salt wif his new crew. Y'know, growin' up, ye start t' notice stuff. 'N I could tell Ma hated bein' second best t' the Lady o' Waters. Anyroad, life was life till my Pa never came back. Ma crumbled, but was tryin' t' 'old the pieces together. She'd always been fragile as a wine glass. I was 'leven then, I 'member 'cause it was one cycle till the war. 'N when that cycle passed, the biggest o' my brothers left t' fight, leaving me with a Ma 'n babe t' take care of. Ari was there too, 'n we tried our best. But we were kids, 'n kids don't know better. 'N then I was thirteen, 'n Ma might as well 'ave been gone too. 'Ave ye ever seen someone, sleepless? They stop 'membering things, yer face, yer name. It was crueler o' her t' be there. Ari couldn't take it - 'e was gone all the time too. 'E got our gil through slaying 'n blood. I got our gil through stealin', peddlin', pushin', runnin'. I was sellin' sailors the worst kinda shite, 'n 'cause I started t' do the shite too, I didn't realize Ma had started sleepin' again. Didn't realize the somnus. If I hadn't o' been all smoked out from the street-leaf, I woulda drank that poison too, from her outstretched hands. So now, I have no Ma. I have no Pa. Eternal sleep took my baby brother, battle bigger than him got my big brother. The only brother I got left got out when it was smart. 3 cycles before this, I hated. I hated my Pa, my Ma, the sea, the drugs, the war, the people, the places, the things, 'n finally... everything. 'N my hate spilled over, like an eruptin' volcano from distant dreams. 'N then my hate cooled, 'n what remained was a rock."
Inventory
- ■ Twin daggers
- ■ Spy-glass
- ■ Flask
- ■ Flint and tinder
- ■ Diary illustrating plants
- ■ As well as varying plant matter
- ■ Small mirror
- ■ Glass vials
Combat
- Dexterity and Speed - On account of being kind of shrimpy, Luna relies on her agility and cat-like (ha) reflexes to evade, counter and conquer. She has quite a bit of stamina, allowing her to dip, dodge and duck her opponent's strikes for quite some time before wearing out. Even so, she
is not the Flashcan be incapacitated with a well-placed bop on the nose. See the trope Fragile Speedster below. - Deception and Manipulation - Inherent of her gender and the most deadly of her arsenal, Luna can screw with you in all sorts of ways... without you even knowing! She hopes, at least. Mind games.
- Stealth - Other than wielding battle-instruments, this is Luna's favourite part. I mean, she ain't called "Skulk" for nothing, and darkness is her dearest friend.
- Weapons - The key for Luna here is creativity. Sure, it's fun to snipe with a bow and lacerate with a knife, but Luna likes to makeshift her environment into equipment if possible. 'Cause there's nothing as priceless as the surprise in an opponent's face when you come at them with a clothing rack. (Much like the stunts of Jackie Chan! Har har.)
- Eyes of a Killer - When her pupils dilate so much that black pools nearly engulf her irises, beware. The transition is sudden, but indicates a deadly purpose.
Miscellaneous
◢ Common Rumors (Easily overheard)
◢ Moderate Rumors (Moderately difficult to overhear)
◢ Rare Rumors (Very difficult or rarely overheard)
◢ PC Rumors (Rumors from the character's of other players)
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Footnotes
- TV Tropes: Evil is Cool Loveable Rogue Fragile Speedster Manic Pixie Dream Girl Curious As A Monkey
- Luna is inspired by, and a mix of, the playful ninja from Samurai Warriors and little miss Rambo, Hit-Girl. For Luna, I would like a partnership or for her to work alongside someone - that is, someone (or an idea) worthy of her respect ('cause she's not into permanent things and digs freedom). Similar to how Kunoichi fights for Yukimara and Hit-Girl helps Kick-Ass. Up to negotiations, and would be a gradual companionship!
- Totally down for establishing RP links from her past! All my yeses!
- Credit to Bancroft Gairn for his profile code/template!
- My time zone is EST and I are Northerner. You can contact me in-game, through /tell or Mog-mail @ Luna Fay. Up for any sort of role-play, really! Don't be shy - 'cause I am! :D