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spacing:0.2em;"><center>GENERAL INFORMATION</center></div></span></h3> | spacing:0.2em;"><center>GENERAL INFORMATION</center></div></span></h3> | ||
| − | <div align=justify><div style="padding: 7px 4px;font-size: | + | <div align=justify><div style="padding: 7px 4px;font-size:14px; color:#444146;font-family:Georgia;"> To few, she answers simply to Ryleigh. To most, she's the nameless self-appointed security guard of the farthest reach of the Mist's beachfront; stepping in where she feels the ability to make a name for herself and where the Maelstrom are seen unfit by her untrained eyes. |
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| − | <div style="padding: 7px 4px;font-size: | + | <div style="padding: 7px 4px;font-size:14px; color:#26212B;font-family:Georgia;"> Adorned in ragged and worn patchwork leather armor several sizes too big for her and a shiny new wood-splitting axe, Ryleigh fails to strike much of an impression on others at first glance. She appears far more ragged and vagrant than as anything respectable, but makes little effort to change that by her own hand. |
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Almost always atop her head is a flat cap that is lovingly kept close at hand; often using it as a shield against uncomfortable topics and closer inspection from others. Underneath lies a mess of chin-length hair that has neither seen comb or a proper aesthetician's hand in moons, leaving the work to her field-tested gloved hands. Being slight of build, both in frame and stature, Ryleigh's only notable feature is her gleaming teal eyes. Likening them to the color of the Rhotano Sea on a sunny day, her eyes openly shift with her expressive moods. Were one to follow behind her on the daily patrols or through town, they might catch the scent of sea breeze even when outside La Noscea's reaches. | Almost always atop her head is a flat cap that is lovingly kept close at hand; often using it as a shield against uncomfortable topics and closer inspection from others. Underneath lies a mess of chin-length hair that has neither seen comb or a proper aesthetician's hand in moons, leaving the work to her field-tested gloved hands. Being slight of build, both in frame and stature, Ryleigh's only notable feature is her gleaming teal eyes. Likening them to the color of the Rhotano Sea on a sunny day, her eyes openly shift with her expressive moods. Were one to follow behind her on the daily patrols or through town, they might catch the scent of sea breeze even when outside La Noscea's reaches. | ||
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Recently, her gait has taken on a sluggish aspect, much in part to the weighted armor she wears under her topcoat of leather; a development that's made her patrols take longer than usual and often leaves her exhausted. | Recently, her gait has taken on a sluggish aspect, much in part to the weighted armor she wears under her topcoat of leather; a development that's made her patrols take longer than usual and often leaves her exhausted. | ||
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Revision as of 16:25, 19 November 2016
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Ryleigh Ruskin The Wavebreaker [edit]
To few, she answers simply to Ryleigh. To most, she's the nameless self-appointed security guard of the farthest reach of the Mist's beachfront; stepping in where she feels the ability to make a name for herself and where the Maelstrom are seen unfit by her untrained eyes.
Adorned in ragged and worn patchwork leather armor several sizes too big for her and a shiny new wood-splitting axe, Ryleigh fails to strike much of an impression on others at first glance. She appears far more ragged and vagrant than as anything respectable, but makes little effort to change that by her own hand.
Final Fantasy XI Wings of the Goddess - Flowers on the Battlefield
A person of few words to passerby, Ryleigh is almost always open to discourse on most topics if approached. Quiet on matters of the world, she takes on as much of an unbiased position as possible until she knows first hand what she's speaking about. In that way, it's hard to get a straight opinion out of her on most topics in conversation regarding worldly matters. Ryleigh has little difficulty discussing her personal life; casting her past hardships to the side as matter-of-fact affairs that fail to impact her daily life even if her actions prove otherwise. She also has a severe soft spot for armor gawking of those ahead of her in progress; many a time stopping them to see who their craftsman without a thought to whether it'll land a blow in her face or not. It's probably the only topic she'll get excited about outside of boasting her seaside patrols of keeping the Mist running safely under her watch.
A person would be hard-pressed to call her feminine on any level, citing the scent of sweat and seawater clinging to her along with the lack of rouge and upkeep on matters of fashion and beauty. That isn't to say that she's without her charms, but Ryleigh openly denounces her feminine side in favor of progress with the axe and her training; often seeing them as weaknesses she's to overcome in part to her own deep-seeded fears.
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