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| stat_4_value = Menphina, the Lover
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| stat_5_value = Thief for Hire
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| stat_6_value = Botanist/Black Mage
 
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'''(( I'm a terrible person and changing her again. But here you go!: ))'''
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'''Cima Fhae''' ['''<font style="color:#ab8ecc;" size="2">''see-ma • f/r/-ay''</font>'''] is a refugee of the Twelveswood who migrated with the remnants of her family during the Calamity. They have since come to call Ul'dah their "home" despite struggles with living in a social world. With five cycles of experience under her belt, Cima has gotten better at managing the alien nation and dangers of assimilation. To fund her family, she offers herself as a hireling - putting particular emphasis on the deftness of her sticky fingers. Above all else, she seeks to protect and support her family and rediscover the wild ways of her past. Some remarkable shinies wouldn't hurt either.
  
To any observing, they would see her flying.
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===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #ab8ecc;font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Appearance and Personality Ƹ̴Ӂ̴Ʒ</div>===
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[[File:Cimaday.png|210px|thumb|left|Cima in Thanalan]]
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: <font style="color:#b797db;" size="3">✿</font> Height/Weight: 4 fulms 8 ilms, approx 90 ponz
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: <font style="color:#b797db;" size="3">✿</font> Build: Waifish, runner
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: <font style="color:#b797db;" size="3">✿</font> Complexion: Keeper fairness
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: <font style="color:#b797db;" size="3">✿</font> Hair Colour: Ash-blonde
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: <font style="color:#b797db;" size="3">✿</font> Eye Colour: Wisteria-purple
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Pixie-like and petite with airy limbs, Cima is a "''wisp of smoke''." Designed to be more of a gatherer than a hunter, what she lacks in strength she makes up for in agility. Her facial features are rather thin and small as well, except her eyes - large and expressive (and purposely shadowed by lines of kohl). Her hair, once long and untamed, has been cropped short to combat Ul'dah's unyielding heat. She likes to style it tastefully mussy and adorn it with various baubles, if possible. Distinguishable markings include blue-purple crescent moons on her outer-face (as tribute for Menphina's boon) as well as a tattoo of a chocobo feather on her right calf. Cima has a graceful gait and greets the world with a small, impish smile.
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: <font style="color:#b797db;" size="3">✿</font> Burns easily in sunlight.
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: <font style="color:#b797db;" size="3">✿</font> Smells of tobacco and herbs.
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: <font style="color:#b797db;" size="3">✿</font> Voice is boisterous and bubbly.
  
And so she was; several pints and pipe-fulls later, Cima had taken to the vacant back-alley street on a vague whim. And she was flying.
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<table style="position:center;" width="75%">
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<tr>
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<td style="vertical-align: top;font-size:9pt;font-family:Century Gothic;"><h3>
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<div style="padding:10px 35px;background: #d9abdb;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;"><center>''Likes''</center></div></h3>
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: <font style="color:#b797db;" size="3">✿</font> Music, bards
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: <font style="color:#b797db;" size="3">✿</font> Nature, cute things
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: <font style="color:#b797db;" size="3">✿</font> Thrills: mischief and mayhem
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: <font style="color:#b797db;" size="3">✿</font> The cosmos
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: <font style="color:#b797db;" size="3">✿</font> Treasure
  
A stuffy stillness had encroached the desert's city - prelude to an especially stormy night - and most had taken shelter for the anticipated downpour.
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<td style="vertical-align: top;font-size:9pt;font-family:Century Gothic;"><h3><span class="mw-headline">
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<div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #d9abdb;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;"><center>''Dislikes''</center></div></span></h3>
  
Not Cima.
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: <font style="color:#b797db;" size="3">✿</font> Loud noises, sand (essentially Ul'dah)
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: <font style="color:#b797db;" size="3">✿</font> Society's rules/traditions
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: <font style="color:#b797db;" size="3">✿</font> Non-believers, ill-speakers
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: <font style="color:#b797db;" size="3">✿</font> Blood, gore
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: <font style="color:#b797db;" size="3">✿</font> Senseless killers
  
She hadn't been at it long - a stomp here, a slide there, the beginning of a count resonating with her entirety. The show was about to begin.
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<td style="vertical-align: top;font-size:9pt;font-family:Century Gothic;"><h3><span class="mw-headline">
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<div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #d9abdb;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;"><center>''Other''</center></div></span></h3>
  
Cue lightning.  
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: <font style="color:#b797db;" size="3">✿</font> Alignment: Questionable
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: <font style="color:#b797db;" size="3">✿</font> Vice: Stealing, Substances
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: <font style="color:#b797db;" size="3">✿</font> Favorite Food: Anything with herb-spicing
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: <font style="color:#b797db;" size="3">✿</font> Favorite Drink: Mushroom tea
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: <font style="color:#b797db;" size="3">✿</font> Favorite Color: Every colour - the brighter the better.
  
Cue thunder.
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</tr></table>
  
And cue... the torrent.
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Loves lemon balm and the colour gold. (Relation: lemons are yellow!)
  
Sway of the hip, bend of the knee, jerk of the foot... stomp, slide. Repeat. And she was shuffling about the avenue in a burst of passion: turning this way, twirling that way, zigging, zagging, kicking and crossing her feet in a mist of water.
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===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #ab8ecc;font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Story Ƹ̴Ӂ̴Ʒ</div>===
 
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=====<div style="padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;color:#b797db;">The Fhae</div>=====
Lightning. Thunder.
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Settled in the Twelveswood, the nomadic clan consisted of both immediate and extended blood. They were mostly recluses with a strong sense of family, custom and a preference for freelance work. Each tribe-member was "''expected to be of use''" and apprentice under a Mamha, perpetuating and honing a specific skill for survival (though the young would pick up various traits from their teachers).  
 
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: <font style="color:#b797db;" size="3">✿</font> Great-Mamha Sia, Story-teller and Ritualist
It didn't hold the smell of home - dripping leaves, soaked flowers, damp wood, ''there's only sand in this damned place'' - but she could forget all that in flight. Her feet and hands would lift her, guide her...
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: <font style="color:#b797db;" size="3">✿</font> Mamha Vica, Protector
 
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: <font style="color:#b797db;" size="3">✿</font> Mamha Euna, Artist
Like plants spiralling to sunlight, her arms slowly wound up and about her crown.
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: <font style="color:#b797db;" size="3">✿</font> Mamha Mira, Magician
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: <font style="color:#b797db;" size="3">✿</font> Mamha Nea, Tinker
Cima felt like she was flying out of control, holding herself. Spinning. Laughing.
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: <font style="color:#b797db;" size="3">✿</font> Mamha Risa, Thief
 
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Stories and song were vital and sacred to the group, and their culture was rooted in oral tradition. Each Fhae was raised to express themselves bodily, participating in Great-Sia's stories with physical representations and joining in harmonious, drum-propelled dance. Nea was responsible for their instruments and elaborate costumes, Risa was in charge of teaching dexterity and flow to the children and Mira, how to incorporate (their own version of) thaumaturgy in self-expression, higher understanding and prayer. So the Fhae never saw themselves under "''some strict family code''," rather... they had fun. And they were family - the heartbeat of many meeting as one. For an onlooker within the Twelve's labyrinth, they would see explosive, vibrant orbs of light dancing among the trees accompanied by whooping, drumming, and laughter.
With a sudden motion, she dropped, spun and shot her arms out to either side, palms outstretched to the hiding world. Just her knees and hips dipped and leaned now - fluctuating from side-to-side with the internal beat.
 
 
 
The only warning was the flash - not of lightning, which was deceiving in this weather - as her fingers erupted in a flurry of fluorescent colours: green, yellow, blue and white.  
 
 
 
The emphasis of Cima's performance had, apparently, shifted to the magical exploits of her dancing digits - her legs and torso were just the back-ups. And her head?
 
 
 
"Cima! What in the hells are you doing out there - it's absolutely pouring!"
 
 
 
Her head crashed back into reality. The voice, both muffled and audible, attempted a shout over the storm.
 
 
   
 
   
The twiggy Miqo'te broke from her rhythm, abruptly turning to the opened shutters a floor above.
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However, this fundamental characteristic of their clan-life was not meant for outsiders, and they were under the rule that they would not present their "''light-filled spirits''" to strangers. Fhae normally only met foreigners quarterly (sooner, if necessary) when they visited the Shroud's hamlets or city to barter their services (and why the apprenticeship between Mamha and young was required). A tent for trade would be constructed on the outskirts of the town with wares that included: crafts (instruments like rattles and drums, wood carvings like masks and pipes), plants (be it for diet, medicinal value or other), fish, spells, as well as services such as: repairs, palmistry, fortune-telling (tarot cards), and clandestine procurement (thievery).
 
 
"The sky gods challenged me to a duel of light!" Face faintly illuminated by the glow of her hands, Cima thrusted her index up at the silhouette - and dramatically propelled a short burst of green sparkles at the girl.
 
  
"... Come inside - someone'll see you!" Guiltily [grinning], Cima poked her fingers together [purposely] and sent element-inspired sparks whizzing out into the drizzling night.
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===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #ab8ecc;font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Affiliations Ƹ̴Ӂ̴Ʒ</div>===
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<table style="position:center;" width="100%">
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<tr>
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<td style="vertical-align: top;width:50%;padding-right:10px; font-size:9pt;font-family:Arial;"><h3><span class="mw-headline">
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<div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #d9abdb;font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;"><center>''Relationships''</center></div></span></h3>
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: <font style="color:#b797db;" size="3">✿</font> [[Melle Cranberry]]: For now it shall be summed up in a song: [http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tN_HVup9oOg ♫]</td>
  
"Encore?" She whisper-called back.
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<td style="vertical-align: top;width:50%;padding-right:10px; font-size:9pt;font-family:Arial;"><h3><span class="mw-headline">
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<div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #d9abdb;font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;"><center>''Organizations''</center></div></span></h3>
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: <font style="color:#b797db;" size="3">✿</font> Member of [[Rosa]]
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: <font style="color:#b797db;" size="3">✿</font> The Pawnshop ''Finders, Keepers'' located on Emerald Avenue, Ul'dah
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: <font style="color:#b797db;" size="3">✿</font> Keeper Clan, the ''Fhae''</tr></table>
  
"Cima, please!" Her sister groaned from the window with a beckoning wave. ''No-nonsense.''
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===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #ab8ecc;font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Gallery Ƹ̴Ӂ̴Ʒ</div>===
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<center><gallery>
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Image:Fhaesmoke.png|Art Concept One
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Image:Blackandwhite.png|Art Concept Two
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Image:Cimalaugh.png|Benchmark One
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Image:Cimaoh.png|Benchmark Two
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</gallery></center>
  
She sighed and complied... grudgingly.
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===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #ab8ecc;font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Trivia Ƹ̴Ӂ̴Ʒ</div>===
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Credit to [[Knave]] for allowing me to use their pretty layout coding scheme! d(=^・ω・^=)b Also secret thanks to [[Nox]] and [[Monogatari]], 'cause I stole that scrolly bit for the 100 questions! :D And [[youngwoon]], 'cause I didn't realize how to do the gallery-thingie!

Revision as of 20:23, 5 August 2013

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 Cima Fhae
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Gender Female
Race Miqo'te
Clan Keeper of the Moon
Citizenship Ul'dah
Birthplace The Black Shroud
Age 17 (as of ARR)
Namesday 13/09 (1560)
Guardian Menphina, the Lover
Occupation Thief for Hire
Disciple Botanist/Black Mage
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Cima Fhae [see-ma • f/r/-ay] is a refugee of the Twelveswood who migrated with the remnants of her family during the Calamity. They have since come to call Ul'dah their "home" despite struggles with living in a social world. With five cycles of experience under her belt, Cima has gotten better at managing the alien nation and dangers of assimilation. To fund her family, she offers herself as a hireling - putting particular emphasis on the deftness of her sticky fingers. Above all else, she seeks to protect and support her family and rediscover the wild ways of her past. Some remarkable shinies wouldn't hurt either.

Appearance and Personality Ƹ̴Ӂ̴Ʒ

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Cima in Thanalan
Height/Weight: 4 fulms 8 ilms, approx 90 ponz
Build: Waifish, runner
Complexion: Keeper fairness
Hair Colour: Ash-blonde
Eye Colour: Wisteria-purple

Pixie-like and petite with airy limbs, Cima is a "wisp of smoke." Designed to be more of a gatherer than a hunter, what she lacks in strength she makes up for in agility. Her facial features are rather thin and small as well, except her eyes - large and expressive (and purposely shadowed by lines of kohl). Her hair, once long and untamed, has been cropped short to combat Ul'dah's unyielding heat. She likes to style it tastefully mussy and adorn it with various baubles, if possible. Distinguishable markings include blue-purple crescent moons on her outer-face (as tribute for Menphina's boon) as well as a tattoo of a chocobo feather on her right calf. Cima has a graceful gait and greets the world with a small, impish smile.

Burns easily in sunlight.
Smells of tobacco and herbs.
Voice is boisterous and bubbly.

Likes

Music, bards
Nature, cute things
Thrills: mischief and mayhem
The cosmos
Treasure

Dislikes

Loud noises, sand (essentially Ul'dah)
Society's rules/traditions
Non-believers, ill-speakers
Blood, gore
Senseless killers

Other

Alignment: Questionable
Vice: Stealing, Substances
Favorite Food: Anything with herb-spicing
Favorite Drink: Mushroom tea
Favorite Color: Every colour - the brighter the better.

Loves lemon balm and the colour gold. (Relation: lemons are yellow!)

Story Ƹ̴Ӂ̴Ʒ

The Fhae

Settled in the Twelveswood, the nomadic clan consisted of both immediate and extended blood. They were mostly recluses with a strong sense of family, custom and a preference for freelance work. Each tribe-member was "expected to be of use" and apprentice under a Mamha, perpetuating and honing a specific skill for survival (though the young would pick up various traits from their teachers).

Great-Mamha Sia, Story-teller and Ritualist
Mamha Vica, Protector
Mamha Euna, Artist
Mamha Mira, Magician
Mamha Nea, Tinker
Mamha Risa, Thief

Stories and song were vital and sacred to the group, and their culture was rooted in oral tradition. Each Fhae was raised to express themselves bodily, participating in Great-Sia's stories with physical representations and joining in harmonious, drum-propelled dance. Nea was responsible for their instruments and elaborate costumes, Risa was in charge of teaching dexterity and flow to the children and Mira, how to incorporate (their own version of) thaumaturgy in self-expression, higher understanding and prayer. So the Fhae never saw themselves under "some strict family code," rather... they had fun. And they were family - the heartbeat of many meeting as one. For an onlooker within the Twelve's labyrinth, they would see explosive, vibrant orbs of light dancing among the trees accompanied by whooping, drumming, and laughter.

However, this fundamental characteristic of their clan-life was not meant for outsiders, and they were under the rule that they would not present their "light-filled spirits" to strangers. Fhae normally only met foreigners quarterly (sooner, if necessary) when they visited the Shroud's hamlets or city to barter their services (and why the apprenticeship between Mamha and young was required). A tent for trade would be constructed on the outskirts of the town with wares that included: crafts (instruments like rattles and drums, wood carvings like masks and pipes), plants (be it for diet, medicinal value or other), fish, spells, as well as services such as: repairs, palmistry, fortune-telling (tarot cards), and clandestine procurement (thievery).

Affiliations Ƹ̴Ӂ̴Ʒ

Relationships

Melle Cranberry: For now it shall be summed up in a song:

Organizations

Member of Rosa
The Pawnshop Finders, Keepers located on Emerald Avenue, Ul'dah
Keeper Clan, the Fhae

Gallery Ƹ̴Ӂ̴Ʒ

Trivia Ƹ̴Ӂ̴Ʒ

Credit to Knave for allowing me to use their pretty layout coding scheme! d(=^・ω・^=)b Also secret thanks to Nox and Monogatari, 'cause I stole that scrolly bit for the 100 questions! :D And youngwoon, 'cause I didn't realize how to do the gallery-thingie!