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+ | Slowly, I sat up and found my body stiff and aching. How long had I been out? What had happened? Where was I? As I stared around me in confusion, a miqo'te conjurer noticed me and began heading in my direction. Her dark fur stood out against her white robes and her eyes were ice blue, just like the Siamese cat that I'd had as a kid. | ||
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+ | One of the other injured cried out several cots down and the conjurer hurried over to help them, leaving me to my thoughts. There had been a battle? I'd been injured? If so, why didn't I feel any injuries? My body felt stiff and sore, but there were no bandages nor indication that I had been wounded. So, what had left me unconscious for so long? And, more importantly, why didn't I remember this battle? For that matter, why couldn't I remember my own name? | ||
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Revision as of 18:50, 22 July 2013
Runa Dawning
The Basics
Biographical
Nicknames: "Roo"
Family
- Father: Henri deh Laevinus - presumed alive
- Mother: Eleanor deh Laevinus - presumed alive
- Sister: Josette deh Laevinus - presumed dead
Appearance
- Height: 4 Fm, 8 Im
- Weight: 160 Pz
- Body: Small figure, likely built for crawling into small spaces when working on machines
- Hair: Dark auburn, medium length and pulled back in a messy tie to keep it out of her face
- Eyes: Hazel to green, depending on the light
- Skin: Tanned with freckles
- Clothing: Khaki trousers of a thick canvas-like working material. Light weight tunic under a vest of midnight blue. Brown leather jacket and a leather tool belt that hangs off her hip. A weathered brown cap shoved down over her hair in a messy but endearing fashion. Thick leather work boots and a leather pack slung over her shoulder.
Personality
- Alignment: True Neutral
- Morals: Runa's not really sure what she believes, but she's a decent person when she's not thinking about it. She has a soft spot for children and doesn't see the point in hurting people who can't defend themselves. She's usually honest simply because she doesn't know why she shouldn't be, but she doesn't really understand the concept of 'fair', either.
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By The Numbers
(This is taken and modified from a post on teso-rp.com)
Abilities
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History
Before The Calamity
Post Calamity
Awake in Ul'Dah
I woke to find myself lying in a cot in a grand hall made of stone. All around me were more cots and piles of blankets, impromptu beds numbering in the hundreds. Most of those cots were occupied with men and women of every race. Around the beds, more men and women wandered, checking on the occupants, murmuring soothing words in comforting tones or checking on bandages or testing for fevers. It was easily the largest infirmary I had ever seen, but it was clear that this room was not built to treat the sick and injured - it was a makeshift setup necessitated by... what?
Slowly, I sat up and found my body stiff and aching. How long had I been out? What had happened? Where was I? As I stared around me in confusion, a miqo'te conjurer noticed me and began heading in my direction. Her dark fur stood out against her white robes and her eyes were ice blue, just like the Siamese cat that I'd had as a kid.
Where had that memory come from? Instantly, my head began to pound and I let out a groan, pressing the heels of my palms into my eyes as if I could push the pain out of my skull.
"Careful, now," the miqo'te murmured as she reached me. "Take it easy. You've been unconscious for over a week, ever since the battle."
"What battle?" The confusion tore through the pounding in my head and I blinked up at the miqo'te. She looked momentarily surprised, as if my words had caught her off guard. No, not my words, I realized. My accent. An instant later, she had recovered her composure with an easy smile. "The battle of Carteneau. You were one of the injured who survived. You're in Ul'dah now. You are safe."
I stared at her, my expression no doubt a reflection of the confusion I felt. I had understood maybe half of what she said. Maybe.
One of the other injured cried out several cots down and the conjurer hurried over to help them, leaving me to my thoughts. There had been a battle? I'd been injured? If so, why didn't I feel any injuries? My body felt stiff and sore, but there were no bandages nor indication that I had been wounded. So, what had left me unconscious for so long? And, more importantly, why didn't I remember this battle? For that matter, why couldn't I remember my own name?
Additional Info
The Rumor Mill
- Common Rumors (Easily overheard)
- Moderate Rumors (Moderately difficult to overhear)
- Rare Rumors (Very difficult or rarely overheard)
- PC Rumors (From Other Characters)
- Things You Can't Possibly Know (But I want you to know OOCly)
- Wanted for Interesting Roleplay
Theme Songs
Poetry and other IC Writings
Inspiration Images
<spoiler> Mechanic Portrait