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<li>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.</li> | <li>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.</li> | ||
<li>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. </li> | <li>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. </li> | ||
| − | <li>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. </li> | + | <li>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. </li> |
| − | <li>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. </li> | + | <li>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. </li> |
| + | <li>Personal Achievements: Why do something if you aren't proud of it?.</li> | ||
| + | <li>Jokes and Clever People: They make life go by faster.</li> | ||
| + | <li>People Watching: It's how she got hired and fired.</li> | ||
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<li>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. </li> | <li>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. </li> | ||
<li>Addiction: She's seen enough of it and it won't be allowed back into her life. </li> | <li>Addiction: She's seen enough of it and it won't be allowed back into her life. </li> | ||
| − | <li> | + | <li>Confinement: Motes needs wide open spaces to breathe and live. Staying still for too long is practically painful to her.</li> |
| + | <li>Racial Pride and Racism: Motes dislikes her background, so why should she judge anyone else by theirs? Be your own person, not your family's.</li> | ||
| + | <li>Poor Liars: Why do it if you aren't going to do it well? </li> | ||
| + | <li>"Loyalty" and "Bravery": These two ideals have thrown more people to their deaths this week than Witchdrop has claimed through the entire Dragonsong War. They are only stupid words made to make men stupider. </li> | ||
| + | <li>Being Embarrassed: Are you saying you like being embarrassed? </li> | ||
| + | <li>Unnecessary Violence: Do it right: Once strike in the dark where no one can see it. None of this brandishing steel around in the daylight nonsense. </li> | ||
| + | <li>People who embrace their negative sides: If she can pull it together and try to be a better person, then you can to. </li> | ||
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| − | <center><div style="font-family:tahoma;font-weight:bold;font-size: 14px;letter-spacing:0.2em;padding-left:10px;background-color:# | + | <center><div style="font-family:tahoma;font-weight:bold;font-size: 14px;letter-spacing:0.2em;padding-left:10px;background-color:#4F010A;color:white;padding-bottom:0.1em;padding-top:0.1em;border-radius:0px;">Player</div></center></span></h3> |
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| − | ! <div align="left"><div style="font-family:Georgia;"><font style="color:#000000; font-family:Georgia;font-size:10px"> '''[[Horace Rook]]'''</font> <font style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:10px">'''(''' <font style="color:#93d2f6;" size="3"> ♦</font> ''')''' '''(''' Player ''')''' - ''' | + | ! <div align="left"><div style="font-family:Georgia;"><font style="color:#000000; font-family:Georgia;font-size:10px"> '''[[Horace Rook]]'''</font> <font style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:10px">'''(''' <font style="color:#93d2f6;" size="3"> ♦</font> ''')''' '''(''' Player ''')''' - '''He Was Probably a Mistake'''</font> |
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| <div style="font-size:11px; font-family:Georgia">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. | | <div style="font-size:11px; font-family:Georgia">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. | ||
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| − | <center><div style="font-family:tahoma;font-weight:bold;font-size: 14px;letter-spacing:0.2em;padding-left:10px;background-color:# | + | <center><div style="font-family:tahoma;font-weight:bold;font-size: 14px;letter-spacing:0.2em;padding-left:10px;background-color:#4F010A;color:white;padding-bottom:0.1em;padding-top:0.1em;border-radius:0px;">Player</div></center></span></h3> |
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| − | ! <div align="left"><div style="font-family:Georgia;"><font style="color:#000000; font-family:Georgia;font-size:10px"> '''[[ | + | ! <div align="left"><div style="font-family:Georgia;"><font style="color:#000000; font-family:Georgia;font-size:10px"> '''[[Cassandra Lancient]]'''</font> <font style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:10px">'''(''' <font style="color:#93d2f6;" size="3"> ♦</font> ''')''' '''(''' Player ''')''' - '''A Teacher After My Own Heart'''</font> |
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| − | | <div style="font-size:11px; font-family:Georgia"> | + | | <div style="font-size:11px; font-family:Georgia">Truly not a teacher at heart, Motes appreciates Cassandra for her forthright nature and upfront attitudes that divert from the common norm. She's looking forward to whatever adventure Cassandra can next tell her about, or invite her on. It's not everyday that Motes sees eye to eye with someone about the Grindstone. </div> |
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| − | ! <div align="left"><div style="font-family:Georgia;"><font style="color:#000000; font-family:Georgia;font-size:10px"> '''[[ | + | ! <div align="left"><div style="font-family:Georgia;"><font style="color:#000000; font-family:Georgia;font-size:10px"> '''[[Ziuz'a Nelhah]]'''</font> <font style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:10px">'''(''' <font style="color:#dba133;" size="3"> ''')''' '''(''' Player ''')''' - '''Bossman Catman'''</font> |
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| − | | <div style="font-size:11px; font-family:Georgia"> | + | | <div style="font-size:11px; font-family:Georgia"> Still only barely an acquaintance, Motes hopes to see more of her employer soon. He's all business and all facts and it's exactly how efficient she likes her business contracts to go. While she's open to the idea of having colleagues as close friends, she'd much rather have a competent manager and business person at the head of the literal ship than a simple friend.</div> |
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| − | <div style="padding:5px;font-family:Georgia;"><font style="color:#9d928a;" size="2">■</font> | + | <div style="padding:5px;font-family:Georgia;"><font style="color:#9d928a;" size="2">■</font> “I don’t think she understands how body guarding works. She keeps telling her charges what to do.”</div> |
| − | <div style="padding:5px;font-family:Georgia;"><font style="color:#9d928a;" size="2">■</font> " | + | <div style="padding:5px;font-family:Georgia;"><font style="color:#9d928a;" size="2">■</font> "I told her she was the most honorable of all of us and she laughed in my face, told me that lies were unbecoming. I don’t understand."</div> |
| − | <div style="padding:5px;font-family:Georgia;"><font style="color:#9d928a;" size="2">■</font> " | + | <div style="padding:5px;font-family:Georgia;"><font style="color:#9d928a;" size="2">■</font> "She’s the biggest highlander I’ve ever seen—there’s no way that woman is really a Roegadyn."</div> |
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| − | <div style="padding:5px;font-family:Georgia;"><font style="color:#797068;" size="2">■</font> | + | <div style="padding:5px;font-family:Georgia;"><font style="color:#797068;" size="2">■</font> “She called me Ul’Dahn today, I think it was an insult. She smiled, but she still looked angry.”</div> |
| − | <div style="padding:5px;font-family:Georgia;"><font style="color:#797068;" size="2">■</font> | + | <div style="padding:5px;font-family:Georgia;"><font style="color:#797068;" size="2">■</font> “I saw her with another man today. I still can’t tell if she’s sleeping with any of them.”</div> |
| − | <div style="padding:5px;font-family:Georgia;"><font style="color:#797068;" size="2">■</font> | + | <div style="padding:5px;font-family:Georgia;"><font style="color:#797068;" size="2">■</font> “I wouldn’t trust –anyone- with a face marked up like that. Symbols aren’t that obscure. Look ‘em up.”</div> |
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| − | <div style="padding:5px;font-family:Georgia;"><font style="color:#5a524c;" size="2">■</font> " | + | <div style="padding:5px;font-family:Georgia;"><font style="color:#5a524c;" size="2">■</font> "“I heard the Duskwight she travels with call her Stahlwyda the other day. Wasn’t that the place with the arson and the triple homicide? I heard there were no survivors, that can’t be right.”"</div> |
| − | <div style="padding:5px;font-family:Georgia;"><font style="color:#5a524c;" size="2">■</font> | + | <div style="padding:5px;font-family:Georgia;"><font style="color:#5a524c;" size="2">■</font> “She’s on first name basis with some of the Tempered Sylphs. And I heard they don’t call her Motes.”/div> |
| − | <div style="padding:5px;font-family:Georgia;"><font style="color:#5a524c;" size="2">■</font> | + | <div style="padding:5px;font-family:Georgia;"><font style="color:#5a524c;" size="2">■</font> “They found a conjurer all sliced to hell the day she left Limsa. I’m not sayin’ she did it, but she’s the only one who would’ve.”</div> |
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| − | <div style="padding:5px;font-family:Georgia;"><font style="color:#706b68;" size="2">■</font> " | + | <div style="padding:5px;font-family:Georgia;"><font style="color:#706b68;" size="2">■</font> "Weird lass, that'n. She dunnae know shite about anythin', far as I'm concerned. But all th' same, I like ta keep an eye on her." [[Sigyn Shieldbreaker]]</div> |
| − | <div style="padding:5px;font-family:Georgia;"><font style="color:#706b68;" size="2">■</font> " | + | <div style="padding:5px;font-family:Georgia;"><font style="color:#706b68;" size="2">■</font> "Motes? Most dependable woman I know, despite what she’ll tell you. If you’re looking down the blade of her sword, you must have screwed up well and proper. Doesn’t pull steel without a very good reason.." [[D'arca Ovraen]]</div> |
<div style="padding:5px;font-family:Georgia;"><font style="color:#706b68;" size="2">■</font> "Add rumor here." [[Name]]</div></ul> </font></p> | <div style="padding:5px;font-family:Georgia;"><font style="color:#706b68;" size="2">■</font> "Add rumor here." [[Name]]</div></ul> </font></p> | ||
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Motes Bellanes (WIP) The Branded Healer About
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
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.
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