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''"What good is our still having a world to live in, if we are afraid to find what it is we are living for?"'' | ''"What good is our still having a world to live in, if we are afraid to find what it is we are living for?"'' | ||
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: <font style="color:#F77A83;" size="3">■</font> Has a tendency to lose herself in "deep thought" while in public. | : <font style="color:#F77A83;" size="3">■</font> Has a tendency to lose herself in "deep thought" while in public. | ||
: <font style="color:#F77A83;" size="3">■</font> Occasionally appears to be speaking to herself. | : <font style="color:#F77A83;" size="3">■</font> Occasionally appears to be speaking to herself. | ||
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| + | ====<div style="padding:0px 15px; font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;text-decoration:none;border-bottom:1px dotted;">Personality</div>==== | ||
| − | + | :By nature a bright and cheerful person, Reima is rarely seen without a smile on her face. She bears a genuine love for even the simplest aspects of the world around her, and so tries--despite whatever hardships she may have faced--to view most things with an optimistic attitude and a youthful enthusiasm. This coupled with the way in which she wears her heart quite visibly on her sleeve, lead many to believe Reima a rather naive individual. While that assessment might be true, it doesn’t stop the young woman from trying to be taken seriously. | |
| − | + | :Behind the smiles, however, is an unspoken loneliness and solemnity. Reima is aware that despite having lived five years of her life as a refugee in Ul’dah, she’s never quite fit in as one of its people. Coming “home” to Gridania and facing treatment no different than that of any other outsider has established the Calamity as having stolen away not only the bulk of her memories, but her place in the world as well. To this day, she finds her greatest comforts alone in the presence of those things that others cannot see or hear. | |
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: <font style="color:#CACFA5;" size="3">■</font> Curious | : <font style="color:#CACFA5;" size="3">■</font> Curious | ||
: <font style="color:#CACFA5;" size="3">■</font> Gentle | : <font style="color:#CACFA5;" size="3">■</font> Gentle | ||
| + | : <font style="color:#CACFA5;" size="3">■</font> Clumsy | ||
| + | : <font style="color:#CACFA5;" size="3">■</font> Adventurous | ||
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====<div style="padding:0px 15px; font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;text-decoration:none;border-bottom:1px dotted;">Hobbies and Talents</div>==== | ====<div style="padding:0px 15px; font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;text-decoration:none;border-bottom:1px dotted;">Hobbies and Talents</div>==== | ||
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: <font style="color:#F77A83;" size="3">■</font> Is a passable weaver and seamstress | : <font style="color:#F77A83;" size="3">■</font> Is a passable weaver and seamstress | ||
: <font style="color:#F77A83;" size="3">■</font> Handles a bow with amateur skill | : <font style="color:#F77A83;" size="3">■</font> Handles a bow with amateur skill | ||
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===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Biography</div>=== | ===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Biography</div>=== | ||
====<div style="padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Before the Calamity</div>==== | ====<div style="padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Before the Calamity</div>==== | ||
| − | : | + | ::Reima’s life before the events of Carteneau remains as a series of vague memories, as the shock of what transpired that day was enough to tear them asunder. Born in the Twelveswood to the archer Rhys Awen and his wife Elimere, Reima was raised to uphold the same traditions as any other who called the Shroud home. Growing up, she revered the Elementals and was instructed in the basics of Conjury by her mother. To this, Reima took quickly, and found happiness in her ability to speak with the spirits of nature and to aid others through their boon. |
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| + | ::That barely-remembered life of peace would come to an abrupt halt as Eorzea faced the end of Sixth Astral Era. Reima would be separated from her mother and father when they set out for Mor Dhona and what would become the Battle of Carteneau. Though Reima followed, fervently insisting that she could be of use, she would be turned away by Elimere. In their final moments together, Elimere would bestow upon her daughter a single sliver of crystal long-worn around her neck; an heirloom passed down for so long that its story was lost to time... | ||
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| + | ::...much as Reima’s own would be. | ||
====<div style="padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">After the Calamity</div>==== | ====<div style="padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">After the Calamity</div>==== | ||
| − | : | + | ::The crowded, desperate, and sorrowful streets of Ul’dah were the first of Reima’s new memories. All that happened prior to the fall of Dalamud was an unknown, save for her name. She knew that something awful had happened--everyone knew. Eorzea had been left in ruins, and the young woman found herself utterly lost and alone. |
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| + | ::Fortune would come in the form of a Dunesfolk Seamstress, Babayo Bayo, who took pity on the bedraggled youngling sleeping outside her shop front night after night. It was Babayo who took the girl in, washed her and clothed her, and put her to work as an apprentice weaver. Reima obliged without question, thankful for the turn of fate. The Lalafell proved to be a stern but nevertheless compassionate guardian, and Reima would spend the next five years eking out a new life amongst the people of Ul’dah. | ||
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| + | ::As time went on, flickers and fragments of Reima’s previous world would slowly begin to return. It began with quiet, whispered voices that she could barely understand. Before long, there were dreams as well; memories of green. They came as visions of sprawling forests and secret glades with their carpets of flowers. Gradually, the voices that Reima picked up on the winds began to make more sense, and the connection she once shared with the Elementals creaked open like a door with hinges that had been long rusted shut. | ||
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| + | ::Reima knew of Gridania, shrouded in the safety and sanctity of the Twelveswood, and knew too of the conjurers of Stillglade Fane. She knew that they were a folk who could speak with the unseen things of this world--that were the world--and began to wonder if they might aid in riddling out the voices and their whispers. Knowing that there was a “something” to be fulfilled in her, Reima resolved to make her way north toward the Black Shroud. Bidding farewell to Babayo and thanking the Lalafell for everything she had done, the young woman took up what few belongings she kept and, in the warm seasons of 1577, caught a caravan bound for answers. | ||
====<div style="padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Present Day</div>==== | ====<div style="padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Present Day</div>==== | ||
| − | : | + | ::For just over a year, Reima studied with the conjurers of Stillglade Fane. Returning to Gridania had sparked a surge of newly returned memory--and of remembered purpose--but so much was still lost in the fires of the Calamity. All the same, the girl accepted what was, and the bond between she and the Elementals began to strengthen anew. Reima understood the whispers now--most, at least. |
| + | ::Her dreams did not cease, and carried with them now a far stranger nostalgia. In those rare, disjointed visions were grand, spiraling towers that touched the skies, while now and then there was sight of a gallant, smiling figure obscured by a blinding light. While Reima was slowly able to associate some of her dreaming with the returning memory of her time in Gridania--and those waned--it was these more surreal images and their dusty familiarity that perplexed her. Perhaps, had they not come so frequently, she would have forgotten them altogether. Instead, they lingered in her mind as though they’d been a part of her all along. | ||
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| + | ::Fueled by incorrigible curiosity and an adventurous spirit that grows all the more free by the day, Reima is determined to continue filling the voids left in her mind and heart. To that end, she holds on to the strange visions that still plague her and to those whispers that she cannot yet identify, developing a fascination with the uncharted lands and ancient secrets of Hydaelyn. To this day, as she seeks to do what she might for a world that’s given her a new life, she keeps the company of invisible friends close beside her and a crystal suspended over her heart; the comfort of both a guide toward whatever she might uncover. | ||
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: <center><font style="color:#F02311;" size="3">♥</font> Romantic Interest <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font> Platonic Love <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> Good Standing <font style="color:#C24640;" size="3">●</font> Poor Standing</center> | : <center><font style="color:#F02311;" size="3">♥</font> Romantic Interest <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font> Platonic Love <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> Good Standing <font style="color:#C24640;" size="3">●</font> Poor Standing</center> | ||
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===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Roleplaying Connections</div>=== | ===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Roleplaying Connections</div>=== | ||
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===<div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Contacts and Out-of-Character Information</div>=== | ===<div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Contacts and Out-of-Character Information</div>=== | ||
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===<div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Footnotes</div>=== | ===<div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Footnotes</div>=== | ||
Revision as of 23:08, 28 February 2015
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| Gender | Female |
| Race | Hyur |
| Clan | Midlander |
| Citizenship | Gridania |
| Age | 20 |
| Marital Status | Single |
| Occupation | Messenger |
| Height/Weight | 5 fulms 3 ilms/106 ponz |
| Orientation | Heterosexual |
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Author's Note: This page is still under construction.
"What good is our still having a world to live in, if we are afraid to find what it is we are living for?"
Contents
Basic Info
Under construction.
Appearance & Personality
Physical Appearance
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Under construction.
Mannerisms
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Personality
- By nature a bright and cheerful person, Reima is rarely seen without a smile on her face. She bears a genuine love for even the simplest aspects of the world around her, and so tries--despite whatever hardships she may have faced--to view most things with an optimistic attitude and a youthful enthusiasm. This coupled with the way in which she wears her heart quite visibly on her sleeve, lead many to believe Reima a rather naive individual. While that assessment might be true, it doesn’t stop the young woman from trying to be taken seriously.
- Behind the smiles, however, is an unspoken loneliness and solemnity. Reima is aware that despite having lived five years of her life as a refugee in Ul’dah, she’s never quite fit in as one of its people. Coming “home” to Gridania and facing treatment no different than that of any other outsider has established the Calamity as having stolen away not only the bulk of her memories, but her place in the world as well. To this day, she finds her greatest comforts alone in the presence of those things that others cannot see or hear.
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Hobbies and Talents
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Biography
Before the Calamity
- Reima’s life before the events of Carteneau remains as a series of vague memories, as the shock of what transpired that day was enough to tear them asunder. Born in the Twelveswood to the archer Rhys Awen and his wife Elimere, Reima was raised to uphold the same traditions as any other who called the Shroud home. Growing up, she revered the Elementals and was instructed in the basics of Conjury by her mother. To this, Reima took quickly, and found happiness in her ability to speak with the spirits of nature and to aid others through their boon.
- That barely-remembered life of peace would come to an abrupt halt as Eorzea faced the end of Sixth Astral Era. Reima would be separated from her mother and father when they set out for Mor Dhona and what would become the Battle of Carteneau. Though Reima followed, fervently insisting that she could be of use, she would be turned away by Elimere. In their final moments together, Elimere would bestow upon her daughter a single sliver of crystal long-worn around her neck; an heirloom passed down for so long that its story was lost to time...
- ...much as Reima’s own would be.
After the Calamity
- The crowded, desperate, and sorrowful streets of Ul’dah were the first of Reima’s new memories. All that happened prior to the fall of Dalamud was an unknown, save for her name. She knew that something awful had happened--everyone knew. Eorzea had been left in ruins, and the young woman found herself utterly lost and alone.
- Fortune would come in the form of a Dunesfolk Seamstress, Babayo Bayo, who took pity on the bedraggled youngling sleeping outside her shop front night after night. It was Babayo who took the girl in, washed her and clothed her, and put her to work as an apprentice weaver. Reima obliged without question, thankful for the turn of fate. The Lalafell proved to be a stern but nevertheless compassionate guardian, and Reima would spend the next five years eking out a new life amongst the people of Ul’dah.
- As time went on, flickers and fragments of Reima’s previous world would slowly begin to return. It began with quiet, whispered voices that she could barely understand. Before long, there were dreams as well; memories of green. They came as visions of sprawling forests and secret glades with their carpets of flowers. Gradually, the voices that Reima picked up on the winds began to make more sense, and the connection she once shared with the Elementals creaked open like a door with hinges that had been long rusted shut.
- Reima knew of Gridania, shrouded in the safety and sanctity of the Twelveswood, and knew too of the conjurers of Stillglade Fane. She knew that they were a folk who could speak with the unseen things of this world--that were the world--and began to wonder if they might aid in riddling out the voices and their whispers. Knowing that there was a “something” to be fulfilled in her, Reima resolved to make her way north toward the Black Shroud. Bidding farewell to Babayo and thanking the Lalafell for everything she had done, the young woman took up what few belongings she kept and, in the warm seasons of 1577, caught a caravan bound for answers.
Present Day
- For just over a year, Reima studied with the conjurers of Stillglade Fane. Returning to Gridania had sparked a surge of newly returned memory--and of remembered purpose--but so much was still lost in the fires of the Calamity. All the same, the girl accepted what was, and the bond between she and the Elementals began to strengthen anew. Reima understood the whispers now--most, at least.
- Her dreams did not cease, and carried with them now a far stranger nostalgia. In those rare, disjointed visions were grand, spiraling towers that touched the skies, while now and then there was sight of a gallant, smiling figure obscured by a blinding light. While Reima was slowly able to associate some of her dreaming with the returning memory of her time in Gridania--and those waned--it was these more surreal images and their dusty familiarity that perplexed her. Perhaps, had they not come so frequently, she would have forgotten them altogether. Instead, they lingered in her mind as though they’d been a part of her all along.
- Fueled by incorrigible curiosity and an adventurous spirit that grows all the more free by the day, Reima is determined to continue filling the voids left in her mind and heart. To that end, she holds on to the strange visions that still plague her and to those whispers that she cannot yet identify, developing a fascination with the uncharted lands and ancient secrets of Hydaelyn. To this day, as she seeks to do what she might for a world that’s given her a new life, she keeps the company of invisible friends close beside her and a crystal suspended over her heart; the comfort of both a guide toward whatever she might uncover.
Some of these rumors are untrue or are greatly exaggerated. Please feel free to add your own rumors under PC! ◢ 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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Roleplaying Connections
You might know Reima if…
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Contacts and Out-of-Character Information
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Footnotes
- Theme Song: Key to My Heart (Piano)
- Original template by Bancroft Gairn, using modifications from an older version of that template as seen on the page for Valerie Vaulefort.