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:<font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Sacred Ash]] - (Employer) - The one who hired Yagaan as a maid (to work alongside him as a butler), Yagaan finds Ash to be a very, very strange individual (what with the mask, the flexing, and the rooftop escapades he had his to-be coworkers perform). However, he is quite friendly to her and has passed her some very useful advice and wisdom. | :<font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Sacred Ash]] - (Employer) - The one who hired Yagaan as a maid (to work alongside him as a butler), Yagaan finds Ash to be a very, very strange individual (what with the mask, the flexing, and the rooftop escapades he had his to-be coworkers perform). However, he is quite friendly to her and has passed her some very useful advice and wisdom. | ||
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| + | :<font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Yayuki Toruwa]] - (Company Member) - Though they've hardly interacted, Yagaan feels a mildly protective urge towards Yayuki combined with a mild desire to slap some sense into the girl, the Raen coming off as something of a lost lamb to her. | ||
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Revision as of 01:35, 22 August 2015
| Yagaan Malaguld | |
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| Gender | Female |
| Race | Au Ra |
| Clan | Xaela |
| Citizenship | Unaffiliated |
| Server | Balmung |
| Age | 17 |
| Marital Status | Single |
| Occupation | Medicine Woman/Maid |
| Height/Weight | 57 Ilm/103 Ponze |
| Orientation | Bisexual |
Contents
Basic Info
Stubbornly asocial and hellsbent on study, Yagaan is one of the many Malaguld tribe to make their way to Eorzea trying to find a place for herself. She (at least tries to) keeps an air of maturity around herself, stemming from years of work as the clan's medicine woman - being bedside to many dying, dead, suffering, and battle-hewn does that, after all. Her facial features, voice, and height betray her true age, however, as well as her lack of experience in most anything other than medicine/animal dressing. Her clansmen know her to be notoriously grumpy and dangerously curious - a combination that she quickly bounces between.
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Appearance
- With hair in a chronic mess and a listlessly sleepless look from her, Yagaan is but a wisp of a girl - thin, wiry, and tiny - the only exception being a pair of strong, long legs. Her hands are small, and fingers thin and delicate - though her fingers are crisscrossed with scars, alongside a rather large, slashing scar on the top of her left hand (and a smaller companion on her right). Her scales, rich navy like most Xaela, cover her body a little more along her sides and hips than average, and her tail is thin and long with an almost spade-tail tip. Her horns are thick and curl in a manner to protect her face, tipped in light green pigment - the scales there slightly thinner than normal. When flustered, the tips flush with blood much like one could imagine a hyur's ears to.
Her face can best be described as a "chronic pout-face", as her default expression is usually that of mild displeasure. Saturated red pigment lines her sharp eyes, as make up she uses to hide the fact she ends up with little sleep due to constant library binges - with her iris being a pale green, outlined with bright gold. Flaxen hair frames her scale-lined face, sticking up anywhere it might be short, and a pair of sidetails starting underneath her horns.
She seems to favor luxurious/cute clothing of expensive material and Eorzean fashion, with anything very frilly/lacy being her favorites. It's also common to find her wearing various bits and baubles upon her wrists and horns, though never rings - as she keeps her scars hidden with gloves.
Personality
In a word, Yagaan can be describe as "Temperance" - despite her sometimes rather terrible social gaffs, she excels at keeping people (and herself) calm in many situations; be they far too excited to stand still, too angry for reason, or too sorrowful to stand. Most of her social experience, after all, comes from tending to people within the medicine tent of the Malaguld; with ailments varying from simple scrapes to shock and hallucination plaguing the tribe, keeping someone from reacting while trying to help them recover can sometimes be a difference between life and death. The lass also holds the ability to conjure up sympathy and happy lies -- another holdover, from time of comforting the dying.
Beyond that, however, even Yagaan doesn't fully understand. As lacking in genuine socialization as she is, she tries her damnedest to try to fit into situations and conversations with people (or topics) that interest her. Favoring reason and logic over sentiment, however, she can fall short in the sympathy department during genuine conversations -- using her blunt worldview of one who has, indeed, had to see a lot of death -- and be a hand for it. It's not something that has totally ruined her inside (as she can attest, quite calmly), but the cool ease she speaks of various morbid topics and desires can catch one off guard. The biggest problem of all is that she still has yet to grasp her personality, despite acting as the mature woman she wants to be - leading to her very often being flustered or insecure (especially when comparing her traditional methods to those involving aether!). She is also quick to try to prove herself wise and intelligent, spouting (sometimes relevant) bits of wisdom and trying to use the various new/"complicated" words of Eorzean she picks up. Yagaan also shows a great deal of skepticism over supernatural things -- after all, coming from a land with much less aether makes the fact people can bend reality to will meteors about sound like faerie-tales. On the positive side, she thinks herself clever, and has done enough acts she considers as such to remain confident in that assessment.
However, even temperance can fly out of the window when something piques her curiosity.
Around close friends, a different side of her shows -- she becomes somewhat more open and talkative (though still darkly humorous and not entirely ready to smile), and doesn't abhor physical contact, being open to gestures such as hugs and closeness. It is a product of a bygone age of clan companionship that she never much got to experience.
Biography
Childhood
- An average child by most Xaela means, Yagaan's early childhood was mostly uneventful. Her parents had their roles in the tribe - Khurel, her father, was a herbalist, whilst her mother Maalingyn was one of the tribe's spearmen. Indranil, her paternal grandmother, was a long-lived 'silverscale' (half-Raen, half-Xaela) and one of their most esteemed of healers. Their family was a small one that was on good terms with the rest of the tribe - though many a Malaguld, be they elder or youth, shudder at the thought of having to enter Indranil's tent, lest they get her lecture and glare - and even more thought it was better than the old hag beating them into submission with her cane.
She was a friendly child, close to many of the others around her age - particularly close to dreamy Hariko and scrapper Temujin, as well as his younger brother.
Like many things, however, it wasn't meant to last. At five summers, a rather peculiar illness overtook a few of the tribe's younglings. Her father and a few others volunteered to seek the cure - a rare herb that, unfortunately, grew in territories known to be contested over. Knowing the risks, they undertook the quest.
Unfortunately, that was also the last they saw of the men and women who went to scout alive. Less than a month later (as the tribe moved as they often did, knowing the scouts would know of their location) the well younglings were out playing as they often did on the trails, when a fell wind crossed the air. While this deterred a few of them, Yagaan (younger and eager to prove herself brave) followed those who so dared to investigate the thicket.
It was there she made eye to eye(less) contact with the decaying corpse of her father and the others.
It was the screaming of them, the terror of the others, and the smell that brought the adults to the sight; Maalingyn simply shut down at the mention of it, not having the will to investigate -- whilst Indranil moaned in agony and horror, of the state of her beloved only son. For Yagaan, it was the last she had time to play so often with her friends, as her grandmother took to her tent as a young apprentice - with little argument from her mother, as it meant the girl would never possibly be killed like her husband.
Compared to many of her kin, where she should have been a youth figuring out what place she has in the tribe and how to suit it, instead had her fate laid before her -- after all, the years of training that ensued left her with little time to practice (or enjoy) other pursuits, or spend meaningful time with her fellow Malaguld. Instead, Yagaan had been sternly trained -- the switch scars on her hand a testament to the methods her grandmother employed in "tempering the steel of the clan's future". Though the memories of days past were fond, she resented her situation as she grew older.
Teenage
- Her mother's "condition" hardly improved -- Maalingyn a listless shell of her old, stern self, taking it upon herself to handle all dangerous work the clan needed should they allow her to oversee them. The only contact the two had was her occasional visit to the medical tent -- with either Indranil or Yagaan the one to clean up whatever mess she might have gotten herself into. It was a visit that brought a heavy silence over the tent, and would not fade for the next few bells.
One day changed that.
"It was the Dotharl," she said, blankly. "The Dotharl killed him."
This kindled a fire in the young lass - one she buried in stone and calm that she needed to keep to do her job right, and needed detachment to not lose anyone again, despite her heart still open to her friends when (more like if) she had time to spend with them. It was, indeed, through the tent she came to bond with Temujin and his brother, both getting hurt much too often for youths. Life continued on, however, and she grew resentful. Compared to the others, she did not get to enjoy her youth as a time of parental (and tribal) solace as her peers did, her nose to the grindstone thanks to her grandmother trying to teach her all she could know - saying at least this "worthless child might be a worthy successor".
It was the only thing she could really aspire to, and, should she fail, the girl felt herself worthless in the eyes of the tribe.
Indeed she had many times to test herself and her abilities - the tribe had many injuries, and many incidents -- all of which she learned to steel herself to deal with, and keep others calm.
The heaviest test of her abilities came when the Calamity occurred - though Othard was unaffected for the most part (barring the wildlife being evermore treacherous), it was a time of turmoil. Some Dalamiq had gone mad, hunting in a depraved effort to sacrifice others to bring back their god; The Dotharl, meanwhile, capitalized on this. The ensuing bloodshed decimated both sides of the conflict.
Amidst it all, Yagaan had to care for those who were brought back fervently. Looking through the leathers that covered it, however, she saw something she'd never seen in person - the colors of the Dotharl. One of their warriors had wandered into the camp, amidst the culling, taking his time to terrorize as he saw fit. To her horror, the dastard noticed her and moved in. Hiding behind the divider that split the tent, the tiny lass quickly began to weigh her options, the hushed giggling of the murderous fiend filling the tent. Low, hushed gasps escaped her injured tribesmates as some hid themselves and their children - others struggled to ready their weapons. She, meanwhile, hurriedly picked out something - a solution of acid, usually used for cleaning their metals. Her scalpels and knives. Formulating a plan, she waited with bated breath.
Her body seized up as the Dotharl began to laugh and make threats, tugging about wee babes and joking of how he'd ruin the tribe. Make them bear something... terrible.
This flipped a switch in her.
How dare he.
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Combat
Miscellaneous
- ■ Yagaan enjoys peppering her speech to almost excess with large words and whatnot, to show her mastery of Eorzean tongue. She also likes to make jokes because of such.
- ■ Her most common response to being asked her opinion on an animal is usually "Is it edible?" / "I wonder how it tastes."
- ■ Having shown no potential in conjury, Yagaan has started to dabble into A.
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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Yagaan in her robes
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