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| − | ! Name:
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| − | | ''name|Lorraine Rosalie Swygbryda''
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| − | | ''name|Lorraine Rosalie Dunois''
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| − | | ''aliases|Sal, Sally, Salv, Salvius, Lorraine, Lori, Rae, Rain, Lora, Lorrie, Rose, Rosie, Boss, Iyrnhort''
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| − | | ''race|[[:Category:Duskwight Elezen|Duskwight Elezen]]''
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| − | |''nameday|28th Sun of the 5th Umbral Moon, 1544 (5/28)
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| − | | ''Age|28-ish''
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| − | | ''Engaged to [[SwygynWyzn Thosinsyn]]''
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| − | | ''City|[[Limsa Lominsa]], [[Ishgard]]''
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| − | | ''Guardian|[[Nophica, the Matron]]''
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| − | | ''Classes|Marauder, Smithy
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| − | | ''|Axe, lance, various crafting tools and supplies''
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| − | | ''Red pendant, hand crafted engagement ring''
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| − | | ''server|Balmung''
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| − | | ''Pathfinder''
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| − | :'''Weight:''' Average, surprising with the way she eats.
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| − | :'''Body:''' Toned at the least, stays in shape from training daily. Swinging a hammer about at the bench all day isn't just for show.
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| − | :'''Complexion:''' Dark skin, a sort of blue-coal in color.
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| − | :'''Face:''' Wears little to no makeup, too much of a hassle, though at times she'll dawn a bit of lip color. There is a small scar on her face from a encounter earlier in her life. Her eyes are a dark blue, though the color is rather hard to tell most of the time. Generally there is a somewhat relaxed yet serious look held on her face. Though her freckles seem to soften that look a bit.
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| − | :'''Hair:''' Dark crimson in color with red highlights, kept short almost in a boyish cut style.
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| − | :'''Clothing & Apparel:''' Normally can be found in chain-mail or a combination of chain-mail and heavy armor. When she is not working or is actually managing to relax her clothing changes to mostly light cloth. Generally she is not found in overly flashy colors or outfits, though she does prefer the colors red and white. Most of the time she can be found wearing a necklace of sorts that seems to be out of character for her style, though the necklace is something she holds dear to her. Almost always she'll be wearing glasses, though she can see without them it's only objects at a close range.
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| − | ✧ Freckles and a beauty mark near the left corner of her lips
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| − | : <font style="color:#390303;" size="3">✧</font> Keeping busy
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| − | : <font style="color:#390303;" size="3">✧</font> Not being bothered while working
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| − | : <font style="color:#390303;" size="3">✧</font> Pastries
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| − | : <font style="color:#390303;" size="3">✧</font> Plushies
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| − | : <font style="color:#390303;" size="3">✧</font> Taking advantage of another
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| − | : <font style="color:#390303;" size="3">✧</font> Prying
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| − | : <font style="color:#390303;" size="3">✧</font> Having her personal space invaded
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| − | : <font style="color:#390303;" size="3">✧</font> Making her own in the world
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| − | : <font style="color:#390303;" size="3">✧</font> Protecting those she cares for
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| − | : <font style="color:#390303;" size="3">✧</font> To keep fighting
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| − | : <font style="color:#390303;" size="3">✧</font> Loyalty
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| − | Even as a young child Lorraine knew what the word work meant. Her family wasn't bad off in Ishgard but they worked for everything they had. Her mother was a field medic who commonly was not around the home, while her father stayed busy with the shop. Her brother for the better half of her younger years aided in taking care of and keeping young Lorraine out of trouble. Early on she was tested to see if she took after her mother in being able to conjure the healing arts. Sadly this was not the case. Showing now magic talent at all. Not that this information stopped Lorraine in the slightest. Curiosity commonly lead her into getting into trouble and her brother having to track her down and bail her out. More common then not it was her bothering the few travelers that were in the city or the patrols that had returned from duty. She always was curious of the world outside of the walls. Bold dreams that she would leave one day.
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| − | As Lorraine got older she seemed to find more problems. They had the tendency to just fall into her lap by this point in her life. She lost her mother due to an illness that wasn't caught in time and her brother had gone off to be a lancer. This left her and her father to tend to the shop. Not that she really minded. Growing up around the forge and learning throughout the years made the craft come to her almost naturally. Though the years passed and her talent at her father's craft was apparent she still seemed to be in the shadow of bother her father and elder brother. Always being compared, some even asking why she did not try to follow her mother's path and aid people in medical. Generally it was not shown that she had any issues with being looked down on by some or being compared to the three people in her life she looked up to the most.
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| − | Being left for dead. Fates were a bit kinder that faithful day as a older Highlander stumbled on Lorraine. Generally the older Highlander kept to himself, getting involved in another's affair was not a wise choice with times as they were. He saw something in the half dead girl though. A young spirit but one that refused to give up even with the odds stacked against her. Lorraine had managed to force herself to crawl from the rocky corner she was left to rot in and was found by Garnot. With a heavy bit of healing and rest it was found she had little to no memory left of her home let alone why she left. The attack seemed fresh in her mind though. Still Garnot was a older Highlander and had seen the lands a few times over. He was patient with young Lorraine. He assumed she had left home for some reason and she'd sooner or later recall the reason. The real issues where that she refused to trust anyone near her and couldn't remember anything about herself. Over time she did recall some things like her name, where she was from. The scar on her face was a constant reminder of the attack but she was also told that it was more then just a reminder. It was proof that she lived.
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| − | Lorraine kept her job with the Red Rooster Stead, the people there has been good to her over the years even with her hiding who she was from everyone. A select few knew her real name and gender but it mattered little. She felt safer this way and as far as she was concerned things could stay like this. The farm was where she got her first chocobo, a dark red chick that was given the name Zeek by one of the Hyurs. He'd be taught for carrying supplies and the carts. Though over time the bo stopped listening to anyone but Lorraine. After she fended off the stead from bandits with a wood cutting axe it was suggested she should join the Malestrom to make better use of her abilities and to get proper training. She was a bit against leaving after the attack but it was assured that patrols would be in the area more often till the pirate issue was resolved.
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| − | Zeek was given to Lorraine after she left. She received a letter demanding she take the restless bo and to worry about paying the Stead back for it later. The last part only tacked on because taking anything for nothing wasn't something she seemed able to do. Things seemed to finally be going in a proper direction. She even managed to make two friends, well one she had known from several visited to the Red Rooster Stead and the other was a Seawolf. Florina was a young midlander woman trying to learn the ways of the summoner while Simic was a recruit in Lorraine's rank. Florina knew of the secret Lorraine kept but she was a close friend who kept pushing her to carry on. The young woman always having her head in the clouds daydreaming about marrying this Duskwight that often came on the cargo ships. Someone that at the time Lorraine wouldn't have dreamed she'd call friend one day.
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| − | <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Natya Rudh]]: Formerly someone that Lorraine had learned to call Captain. This woman she also owes a great deal to as she was the only one who managed to talk her out of her fear of failure in her job as a vanguard. After the company was disbanded the two kept in slight contact with one another, brief at best. She did offer her help, on her terms, to teach her the maruarder combat style instead of sending her to the guild. Though he fought with her tooth and nail more commonly then not she is still a trusted ally if she was asked no matter what her background was.
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| − | <font style="color:#191900;" size="3">●</font> [[Koumoru Doumoru]]: A Lalafell lancer, met randomly in the Black Shroud area along with the odd group she was with at the time. Due to a small encounter on the road when the two were traveling a sort of mutual respect was formed between the two. Lorraine still recalls the strange Lalafell taking a interest in the poorly crafted armor she was in at the time. Though for a while they kept in contact, it slowly seemed to die off over time.
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| − | <font style="color:#191900;" size="3">●</font> [[Minawa Doumoru]]: A very odd Lalafell, needs to get her head out of the books and have a look at the world about her more. Accused her of stealing the armor she wore and then continued to question her on the scars on her face. Some story she told her she didn't believe as she said he shouldn't have to put up with someone beating him in a relationship. Of course not knowing Lorraine was female. All of this came from a simple asking of directions. This particular Lalafell is also one of the few she doesn't mind as she seems clueless to the world, much like a curious child. One of the few to give her a nickname she has never had before "Eggbert" as she cheerfully stated if she ever got a chocobo she would name him that after she had talked Sal into carrying her from The Coin and Coffer to Ul'dah.
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| − | <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[X'yandih Haillenarte]]: A summoner in training and someone who she may have known from his past. She seemed to have trouble with her summons once in a while but as far as a summoner goes she's a decent one. Commonly has a bodyguard with her and is in a cheerful mood. Though there are dark secrets hidden under that smile, a few that the two had spoken about in private. Not too much is known about her otherwise though she never bothered to pry either. Half looks at her like a younger sister with the age difference and her actions reminding her a bit of a child at times.
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| − | <font style="color:#191900;" size="3">●</font> [[Emelin Souledge]]: Constantly worried about her fashion. They were on a mission together and the girl was more worried about the torn boot she had then the wounds upon her body. Also a childhood friend of X'yandih's. Besides being fashion crazed she is normal enough to be around, save the bit of Aeither weakness she has to being near large amounts of the stuff.
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| − | <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Thalion Lorlum]]: A close friend, though hard to get a hold of. Generally can be found mining in various parts of the lands further proving that sitting still is not his strong suit. The two of them often speak of the past but only the better memories. He was the husband of Florina.
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| − | <font style="color:#191900;" size="3">●</font> [[Sayre Mordio]]: A blind Wildwood that seems to pick strange allies. Fates have had Lorraine and Sayre meet up more then once. Stays near the Shroud area seeing as that is where his home is. Likes to talk even if he has told Lorraine in the past that he doesn't often talk to others. She is rather intrigued by this character given his disability.
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| − | <font style="color:#191900;" size="3">●</font> [[Kiht Jakkya]]: A strange little Miq'ote. Leading the Ishgardian Exiles due to her own reasons. Lorraine doesn't speak with her much, Kiht offered her protection and help but to say the least Lorraine seems to have that covered by her own skills or by those who are around her.
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| − | <font style="color:#F02311;" size="3">♥</font> [[SwygynWyzn Thosinsyn]]: A odd Roe. Almost to the point of being overly friendly upon their first encounter where she proceeded to attempt to shoo him off swearing her leg was fine. He was the first one to show any form of so called kindness and concern for her in over a year after her troubles started with swirling rumors. She cannot put her finger on what he aims to achieve from helping her and despite her own beliefs she refuses to accept he really wants nothing in return. They do have a agreement in once her owing him a cooked meal though once she is able. As stated.. an odd Roe indeed. Though spending a fair bit of time around the strange yet hardheaded roe seemed to lead to her warming up to him. A feat on it's own she still refused to to take his word for much of anything till a date was suggested. A jest was her first thought as she humored the idea and went along with the proposed date. What she wasn't expecting was for the 'date' to actually go well and not be a joke or some form of piety. Though she still has a bit of opening up to do towards Swyg he's still the only one that's been brave or bold enough to ask her out, let alone get yes as their answer. The first date lead to them being together for a few years before she ended up scared off. The sudden proposal from Swyg lead to her up and disappearing from the Shroud for a few years. Though the fates seemed to have other plans in mind with her path crossing his once more and the two appear to be together again. Maybe without her retreating this time.
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| − | <font style="color:#191900;" size="3">●</font> [[Will Erhardt]]: A random mage Lorraine met when a friend of hers told her to meet someone in the Silver Bazaar. Going there with the plans of working out some metal trade that was obviously a set up. He was nice enough, not someone she expects to run into a second time.
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| − | <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> [[Miune Steadhal]]: A traveler that she met with at the armorsmith guild. He was in need of armor repair and to have the animal printed leather replaced on the armor. Lorraine agreed to carrying out this task for him. He interests her a bit in that she understands him. He seems to be how she was when she left home. Even more interesting to her is that he was near her home city. He's turned into a fast friend to her and seems to come to her when he needs to talk. He wanted to learn metal working, it was brought up in passing that she could teach him.
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| − | <font style="color:#191900;" size="3">●</font> [[Lyall Steadhal]]: Some youngin swearing up and down that Miune is his papa. Lorrine still thinks that the young one has hit his head a few too many times with spouting out things about another realm and this and that. Just odd things. Sad thing is that he wouldn't be the first to go talking about crazy thoughts such as this.
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| − | Zeek: The hyper active and overly affectionate dalamud red chocobo that Lorraine helped raise back when she worked at the Red Rooster Stead. The bird seems to ignore most orders and darts off doing what it pleases unless it's rider raised her voice to a certain tone. Often found tormenting whatever wildlife it can find with poor results on it's part. A number of times the bird has come to it's rider's aid though, both in and out of combat. Zeek and how he acts gave away to a few who Lorraine was as they knew her by her male persona.
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| − | Garen Dunois; father:
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| − | Finally mustering the will to return home to see what had become of the area she had once called home Lorraine returned to the Coerthas area. Though having been gone for so long there seemed to be a good number of changes she was unprepared for. The weather had changed, landscape. It seemed everything she once knew was gone from the area. This statement was more truth then she knew as she made her way towards home. Though the bloodbath she found there was not what she was expecting to encounter... let alone the one standing there seeming to boost of his work he had done. It seems her lost sibling was not as lost as what was once thought. It wasn't the same Rique she had known in her youth though, he had changed. There seemed to be more beast left of him rather then the older sibling that she had grown up with and grieved over when he was declared missing. Of course this encounter resulted in a fight between the two siblings. A fight that she nearly lost. If it wasn't for Zeek being near-by as well as the young drake hatchling that had grown enough to deliver a decent sized bite to Rique's leg forcing him to back off before the final blow.
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| − | Though this just left her in the worse position possible as the blood was still fresh and she had been 'missing' from the area from the age of sixteen. Now here she was with a drake at her side, covered in blood and at the scene where her parent's corpses were. Lorraine's good luck seemed to follow through as a few road patrols seemed to see someone run off from the small building and decided to investigate. The drake alone was enough proof they needed as to her guilt in this. Right away they started spewing out things she had not heard in years let alone lived by while she had distanced herself from this area. Staying to try and defend herself in this was not a option. Managing to break away from the patrol's watchful eye Lorraine found herself once more in the Shroud with a heavy weight on her heart. Mainly thoughts that she could have done something if she had been there.
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