Motes Bellanes

Motes Bellanes (WIP) The Branded Healer About Name... Motes Bellanes Alias... Motes Bellanes (as far as you know) Age... 32 Gender... Female Race... Roegadyn Clan... Hellsguard Orientation... Heterosexual Marital... Single Deity... Oschon, the Wanderer Nationality... Lominsan Occupation... Cartographer, Healer Alignment... Chaotic Good AppearancePersonalityRelationshipsRumorsHooksCode of EthicsMusicOOCCredit Error creating thumbnail: File missing “Motes Bellanes”' is a woman whose alias is more solid and real than her name. An eternal work in progress, she always considers herself to be lacking and is constantly at war with herself. A Hellsguard Roegadyn who is taller than she is comfortable with, Motes often makes a point to be different from the average person’s idea of a Roegadyn. Despite the fact that she towers over most of the population of Eorzea and beyond, and the fact that she nigh-constantly encases herself in heavily ornamented robes, Motes makes a distinct effort to hold herself with the stillness and grace usually attributed to smaller, more lithe people. Once uncomfortably encased in plate as part of her martial profession, the woman now looks at home in rich silk-lined robes. When moving, Motes can pick up a good amount of speed, but the unwieldy aspects of her beloved ornate coats always seem come as a surprise to her. More often than not, when Motes finally sheds her voluminous robes, it is to be able to wear whatever makes her comfortable (and whatever she damn well pleases). In these cases, the woman loves to cover herself in jewelry, and soft clothes that cover most of her body. Anything uncomfortable or weighty is left behind when she goes out without intending to find an altercation, although most likely Motes will retain at least one blade on her person. Despite her current (unfortunate, in her mind) status as a healer, she was raised in Limsa Lominsa and has no qualms with running a man through if the choice is between her or him. Her hair is kept short--a brutal change from the once long and beautiful waves that once graced her head before she dropped everything and left for Ishgard one morning. Between the always-imminent displeasure and the tattoo she wears like warpaint, Motes does not appear to have a bedside manner-- despite being a talented healer. Scars & Markings: Across her face, Motes bears a distinctive tattoo—anyone with a knowledge of Hellsguard symbolism would understand that her tattoos are a mark of shame, someone who has made an inexcusable betrayal and been branded for it. The mark is unusual: she doesn’t take any measures to hide it and the lines of the brand are unusually clear, as though she did not fight the marking. She seems unaware of it most of the time, but she is frequently caught touching it during periods of introspection. Her eyes have dark circles beneath them no matter how rested she may seem. Voice: Motes' voice is deep, as most voices are with a body as large as hers. However, she speaks quietly and will notably remain quiet even in boisterous company. Like the rest of her body movements, she keeps her voice muted. A sharp contract, perhaps, from the image of the loud, drunken, Limsan Roegadyn that people are so familiar with. Clothing: Motes has a taste for fine fabrics and heavy ornamentation. This would be surprising to those who may have known her in the past, but this Roegadyn is less concerned about maintaining stoic appearances for anyone anymore. Perhaps her brother's wealth had something to do with influencing her tastes, but questions about her family that may appear as prying will be met with hostility. Her current favorite travel coat is made from a heavy, red wool with a leather-lined hood and gold edging--perfect for a woman travelling in the cold mists of the Hinterlands or the biting winds of the Sea of Clouds. Solid, Reliable, Brutal in a Fight, Cold to the Touch, Loyal and Faulty With It Reformation is a Twisting Path Dressed as a oft-dour mage, Motes often surprises people by being far more engaging than her old compatriot, Dhatura. She loves jokes, even ones that aren’t funny. She can hold conversations made entirely of questions and can parcel out facts and scorn in equal measure. A departure from the traditionally stoic student, Motes often sasses more than she should—and while she tries very hard to keep her anger in check (she sees it as the ugliest aspect of her race, something that should never be embraced), her other emotions have a tendency to slip out, though she is rarely “emotional” in public. Sadness, grief, and other personal emotions are kept under wraps as much as she can manage, while irritation, scorn, amusement and other social emotions are far more freely given. She’s a talker, but Motes can tell the difference between what should be said and what shouldn’t the majority of the time. Chances are, if she says something, it was on purpose. She rarely lies these days, but she has never been one to underestimate the lie of omission, and has no fear of being vague (even though she loathes it in others). Her personal code, however, forbids her from lying, so while she is very good at it, she avoids it at almost all costs. It can seem like Motes is a contradiction at all times: a woman with no pride, who is constantly wounded by it all the time; a woman who struggles between maintaining an image and practice of largeness and strength, but who seems disgusted by the idea that she needs it or wants it. She will be the first to discount herself, declaring herself honorless and useless with great abandon, but observers will note that she makes great effort when she can to prove the usefulness of her existence. Honor will not be mentioned, but she will usually take the most moral course of action, though morality for her is still flexible and often breaks from the more traditional senses. When meeting new people, Motes will often respond non-confrontationally, smiling and agreeing, throwing out bad jokes and whatever assurances her partner-in-conversation needs to hear as long as it is honest. She spends time measuring the stranger through conversation, deciding how far she might want to take the acquaintance. Even conversations she does not enjoy, she finds interesting. Knowing how people react to her and the environment is essential. For those she does know, Motes is often mistaken as their lover, their romantic partner, though this is rarely (if ever) the case. This most likely stems from the intensity of her actions towards people she’d rather see alive, though she will never speak positively of loyalty. Additionally, while Motes is often mistaken for a man while in armor, and her race is sometimes confused, Motes is constantly aware of the fact that she is a woman and a Roegadyn and is always trying to distance herself from it. She is confused by the pride of birthright that so many carry with them like a badge of honor and is disdainful of those who would rather be all that is expected of them rather than a person in their own right. Older than most new adventurers, Motes is becoming increasingly concerned about her appearance. She fears becoming matronly, being dismissed for being feminine, told to go home. Anyone telling her to put down her guns and globes will be met with hostility. It doesn’t matter that she would rather not use her weapon: it doesn’t matter if she’d truly be happier and better off in another profession: this is what she’s chosen, and she will see it through. Rather than meeting a problem head on, Motes will be the one to find a solution around the problem (though she will never ignore the problem or avoid it). She prides herself on being able to speak to people well most of the time, and practices diplomacy when she can. Likes Reading: Motes reads an obscene amount when left alone too long. Organization: All of Motes’ belongings are carefully taken care of and everything from her bags to her room is extremely organized to the point where anything that she designates as “hers” can seem cold and unwelcoming. Botany: The Roegadyn has long history with botany and agriculture. She enjoys the puzzle of using her knowledge and skills of plant life towards healing. Oschon: While rarely mentioned, Motes is deeply religious and devoted to her patron, the Wanderer. She believes that religion is a thing that can only be experienced in private and that each experience is personal, so she tends to avoid speaking on it at great lengths. Star Charting and Cartography: They have helped free her from living life in constraints and she now uses them as a focus for her creativity and healing magic. Dislikes Foreign Foods: Not simply "foods from other countries" but "food she or a loved one did not prepare". After a long history of dealing with poisons and a darker side of mankind, Motes almost always only eats and drink food she prepares herself. Often, she resorts to drinking from a hip flask, rather than any cup. Helpless Victims: Motes won't help them if she can get away with it, but she will put a blade in their hands and a gun on their hip and teach them to fend for themselves. Addiction: She's seen enough of it and it won't be allowed back into her life. Confinemnt: Motes needs wide open spaces to breathe and live. Staying still for too long is practically painful to her. Fears Roegadyn Men: Her life has been filled with issues stemming from them and she has little desire to welcome them into her life with open arms. Death of a Loved One: Motes doesn't have very many of those left and she would do almost anything to keep the ones she has alive. Imprisonment: Motes has a storied past and while it hasn't technically come back to bite her, it always could in the future. Trivia Favorite Food: She probably should be tired of it by now from all the traveling she's done, but Motes loves jerky of every kind and will pack tons of the stuff for long trips. Favorite Drink: Stangers might tell you "water" since that is all she will drink around them, but Motes loves a cup of spiced orange tea when she gets it from the right places. Favorite Color: Wine Red, preferably on a beautiful, soft fabric wrapped around her. Color Key ♥ In A Relationship: Motes is romantically involved with this character. ♥ Romantic Attraction: Motes is romantically interested in this character. ♥ Sexual Attraction Motes is physically interested in this character. ♥ Platonic Love/Family: Motes considers this person family. ♦ Friend: Motes considers this person her friend. ♦ Friendly Acquaintance: Motes considers this person mostly friendly, or as an ally. ● Good Standing: Motes has no specific feelings about this character, however they left a good impression. ● Neutral: Motes has no specific feelings about this character. ● Bad Standing: Motes has no specific feelings about this character, however they left a bad impression. ♠ Dislike: Motes doesn't consider this person a friend, and will talk if needed, but try to avoid them. ♠ Hate: Motes consider this person an annoyance, and will try to avoid them. Conflict can happen. ♠ Fear: Motes is terrified by this character, and will try to avoid them at all cost. ♠ Rivalry: Motes consider this person a rival, and will try to initiate conflict every time she gets to meet them. ♥ Family Member: This character is related by blood to Motes. ✔ Business: This character is either Motes' employer, employee, or coworker. ✖ Deceased: This character has passed away. ? Hidden Feelings/Unknown: This character has one of all the color keys above, but Motes isn't fully aware of it yet. NPC Dhatura Inoxia ( ♠ ) ( Player ) - He Loved Somnus More Than Me Motes’ strongest and most complex relationship, and definitely the most abusive on both ends. She calls her official function in his life “teaching him manners”, but it doesn’t seem like he knows any. He calls her motherly, but she has a more intimate rapport with him than any other. If asked if she is his lover, she will laugh and deny it. Her response to such questions is usually far more vicious than needed. Often times, she will be the only one left defending him, sacrificing her personal pride to ensure he walks free. Despite his many protestations that she is overbearing, unhelpful, and unneeded, the two seem to balance each other and refuse to stay out of touch for long. They are often able to anticipate each other’s words and needs, though whether they respond appropriately to each other depends on the day. Motes has seen neither him, his lover, nor his child since she left Thanalan. D'arca Ovraen ( ♥ ) ( Player ) - A Better Kind of Family This younger miqo’te often makes Motes and Dhatura’s duo into a solid, bickering trio. While she may seem to trivialize him with various pet names, and often seems like she’s talking down to him, Motes would never tell him to leave, or try to truly upset him. She finds his persistence and stubbornness fascinating. If ever asked how they met, she’ll simply reply that she accidentally did him a favor, though he will a spin a far more colorful story (though neither story seems to be a lie). While a trio with him is more common, it is not uncommon for D’arca and Motes to be seen together in a more social setting, heads together and thick as thieves. More recently, she's used his wealth to fund her move to Ishgard. To her knowledge, he approved of this as he wanted to get her out of Ul'Dah as much as she wanted to leave. Ghost Forge ( ♦ ) ( Player ) - Don't Tell Them I Called Them a Friend The “Forgekin” puts off an unnerving aura of nothing, and while this might deter others, Motes finds Ghost Forge’s lack of identification to be a relief from the rush of people vying to be like something or someone. The Roegadyn has found that the person in the armor to be a wealth of information on anything from socks and hats to animal husbandry and life philosophy. While Ghost Forge seems disposed to teach Motes a bit, in so much as Ghost Forge teaches. Motes gets the feeling that she asks too many questions of them, but as Ghost Forge always has the option to decline to answer, she will continue to ask. The repetition of “I do not have friends” perturbs Motes, but at the very least, she’s wise enough not to push the issue. Having received not only alarmingly sage advice as well as a good review from the bodyguard, Motes holds Ghost Forge in great respect and continues to seek out their attention. Horace Rook ( ♦ ) ( Player ) - (He Was Probably a Mistake) Originally convinced that Rook would be an unfortunate but necessary contact, Motes has since come to appreciate his skill at being both discrete and blunt in turn, making everyone squirm at some point or another. Since he’s helped her find a job with the Eorzean Free Trade Company, Motes has stopped going out of her way to talk to him. It’s less out of the want to stay away and more out of concern that she asks too many questions of him and that she eventually incur his wrath as a result, since she no longer has official business with him. Since her employment at EFTC has ended, Motes has seen neither hide nor hair of the man or his metal companion, which saddens her to a degree. Gilawafe Archimtirios ( ) ( Player ) - A Quiet Murder Machine While Motes originally sought out this Roegadyn because of the suicidal intent that simply oozed off of him, intending to find a way to help him connect with life more than death, she’s become particularly fond of him. She might call him an emotional terrorist, or claim that he plays dumb, Motes seeks out his company uncharacteristically often. The two can often be heard discussing various tactics, or sussing out the strengths and weaknesses of anyone who might be an opponent. They can also be caught talking about various nautical practices or navigation tools though neither of them seems to have the inclination to actually go to sea. Their conversations also tend to have long silences, but neither of them seem upset by that. It’s all part of the friendship that neither of will really talk at length on. Motes has not seen him since the day she moved out of their room without notice, without waiting for him to return home to her. She assumes that he is dead, as he often told her to assume he was if he didn’t make it back to her. PC Name Goes Here ( Status Icons Go Here ) ( NPC ) - Title Given By Character Goes Here Text, text, text, text. Name Goes Here ( Status Icons Go Here ) ( NPC ) - Title Given By Character Goes Here Text, text, text, text. Name Goes Here ( Status Icons Go Here ) ( NPC ) - Title Given By Character Goes Here Text, text, text, text. 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REASON 4. ■ This is Reason 4a. ■ This is Reason 4b. ■ This is Reason 4c. ■ This is Reason 4d. REASON 5. ■ This is Reason 5a. ■ This is Reason 5b. REASON 6. ■ This is Reason 6a. ■ This is Reason 6b REASON 7. ■ This is Reason 7a. ■ This is Reason 7b. Reason 8 ■ This is Reason 8a. ■ This is Reason 8b. ■ This is Reason 8c. REASON 9 ■ This is Reason 9a. Tragan Ovraen's Code of Ethics This is a series of promises that Motes made to her twice-mentor Tragan shortly before his death. While she does keep to this code the majority of the time, she struggles with it daily and never breaks from it on purpose. These promises are not listed with numbers so that no promise may seem more important than the others, and so that every oath is just as binding. Your People come before all else. Anyone who benefits you by being alive is your People. They always come before yourself. Anything that betters them, betters you. Your pride is less important than their needs. If one of your people falters, it is you who must help them. If everyone were to delegate helping to someone else, no helping would ever be done. If your People are to be hale and whole, they must be happy too. Speak no word that is not true. Every falsehood will eventually come to light. This is a universal truth and is inevitable. Even if you have helped someone before, they are under no obligation to help and will not help you if you have not proved yourself to be trustworthy. Your honesty can be your greatest tool and most powerful weapon. Nothing is free. Everything must be earned. This includes thievery and stealing. Even if you worked to steal the item in question, you did not earn it. Those who promise everything for nothing are liars and should be stopped. Never walk away from an opportunity to better yourself. Never let a skill you could use to help others atrophy. No matter how menial the practice, do it to the best of your abilities. To be truly balanced, you must be more than your physical power and fighting prowess. Embrace every chance to end fights with words rather than violent deeds. Every dispute settled in this fashion saves another person from wounds they do not need. Never forget that every person has both a mind and a body: you must maintain both to be ready for any threat. Look at all your options before denying any of them. A chance set aside because of willful ignorance can be the difference between life and death. Walking away from those who need your help is walking away from the best opportunity of all and an unforgivable offense. Songs used set a mood, lyrics may not reflect the views of my character. Please mind your speakers when clicking the links. The Rose of May Artist: Final Fantasy IX Soundtrack Val Royeaux Artist: Dragon Age: Inquisition Soundtrack House of Memories Artist: Panic! 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