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| − | <b>Oko Kaprei</b> <i> '''(''' oh-ko kah-prey ''')'''</i>, born the 1st day of the 4th Umbral moon, a Keeper of the Moon hailing from the Black Shroud, <br>
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| − | Years of stories from her clan and her father has led her wishing to see the world, to make her own adventures; <br>
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| − | the Calamity provided gateway, rations spread thin and ties thinner, she left her family to alleviate the difficulty. <br>She now travels, often favoring Ul'dah to anywhere else due to its bustling city streets, helping those where she can.
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| − | : <font style="color:#FF8C8C;" size="3">✦</font> '''A L I A S::''' Oko Kaprei
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| − | : <font style="color:#FF8C8C;" size="3">✦</font> '''R A C E & C L A N:: ''' Miqo'te | Keeper of the Moon
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| − | : <font style="color:#FF8C8C;" size="3">✦</font> '''N A M E D A Y::''' 1st Sun of the 4th Umbral Moon.
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| − | : <font style="color:#FF8C8C;" size="3">✦</font> '''A G E::''' Early Twenties.
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| − | : <font style="color:#FF8C8C;" size="3">✦</font> '''G E N D E R::''' Female.
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| − | : <font style="color:#FF8C8C;" size="3">✦</font> '''O R I E N T A T I O N::''' Asexual(?), panromantic.
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| − | : <font style="color:#FF8C8C;" size="3">✦</font> '''R E L A T I O N S H I P::''' None.
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| − | : <font style="color:#FF8C8C;" size="3">✦</font> '''N A T I O N A L I T Y::''' Gridanian.
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| − | : <font style="color:#FF8C8C;" size="3">✦</font> '''R E S I D E N C E::''' Apartment in Gridania.
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| − | : <font style="color:#FF8C8C;" size="3">✦</font> '''O C C U P A T I O N::''' Conjurer & Herbalist.
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| − | : <font style="color:#FF8C8C;" size="3">✦</font> '''D I E T Y::''' Azeyma the Warden.
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| − | : <font style="color:#FF8C8C;" size="3">✦</font> '''H E I G H T::''' Four fulms, nine ilms.
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| − | : <font style="color:#FF8C8C;" size="3">✦</font> '''W E I G H T::''' 117 ponz.
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| − | : <font style="color:#FF8C8C;" size="3">✦</font> '''A L I G N M E N T::''' [http://easydamus.com/neutralgood.html Neutral Good]
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| − | : <font style="color:#FF8C8C;" size="3">✦</font> Rainy mornings, when mist hangs low.
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| − | : <font style="color:#FF8C8C;" size="3">✦</font> Sweets, like jelly or cheesecake.
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| − | : <font style="color:#FF8C8C;" size="3">✦</font> Her little brother, whom she cherishes.
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| − | : <font style="color:#FF8C8C;" size="3">✦</font> Stars and the horizon beyond.
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| − | : <font style="color:#FF8C8C;" size="3">✦</font> Bitter tarts and lemons.
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| − | : <font style="color:#FF8C8C;" size="3">✦</font> Too many people confronting her.
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| − | : <font style="color:#FF8C8C;" size="3">✦</font> In reference to the above,<br> large crowds can trigger anxiety.
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| − | : <font style="color:#FF8C8C;" size="3">✦</font> Being treated as lesser by others.
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| − | : <font style="color:#FF8C8C;" size="3">✦</font> Wood Wailers; they make her nervous.
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| − | : <font style="color:#FF8C8C;" size="3">✦</font> '''VICES::''' Hopeless Romantic, Alcohol.
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| − | : <font style="color:#FF8C8C;" size="3">✦</font> '''FAVORITE FOOD::''' Rolanberry Cheesecake.
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| − | : <font style="color:#FF8C8C;" size="3">✦</font> '''FAVORITE DRINK::''' Chamomile Tea.
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| − | : <font style="color:#FF8C8C;" size="3">✦</font> '''FAVORITE COLOR::''' Red & pink.
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| − | : <font style="color:#FF8C8C;" size="3">✦</font> '''THEME SONG::''' [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CsKpJygwE5Y ♪♫♪♫] & [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dpArShC7RXk ♪♫♪♫]
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| − | [[File:Tiny_pic_right.png|right]]Originally, before leaving the Shroud to become an official Gridanian citizen, Oko wasn't one for speaking. She knew how, yes, but her ability to was limited; her family had always been more of the quiet type, using as few words as possible to get the point across. What she did know, entirely, was huntspeak, something she slips into only when she is comfortable with another miqo'te, say a member of her family, or a close friend. So, when she came to Gridania post-Calamity, she had to learn. Her mother was proficient enough, and worked to teach her and her younger brother the way of the common tongue, but it was still not enough to spare them strange looks whenever they spoke. So, Oko studied incredibly hard to learn how, and takes this very seriously. If she slips up, or someone points it out, she will grow bright red and apologize on the spot, out of force of habit. She also makes sure to use larger words, as if to exemplify and mark how hard she has worked to become a more eloquent person. It's not to show off, but to prove she is the same as anyone else.
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| − | Though she is very sweet mostly, she also tends to fuss over the finer details of things, though tries to be understanding of others despite it, and often finds herself conflicted. This comes from two sources, her mother being obstinate, and the fact that she doesn't fully comprehend quite everything she sees. Books can only take you so far, and so she is still working to make sense of it all. As well as this, she can often be blunt, or too forthright, should her desire to voice herself (something her older brother instilled in her from a young age) prove too strong against her will to be silent. She is also prone to being incredibly nosy as a result of the need to know everything, and thinking she knows whats best for her friends. Of course, these two things come under the pretense of her wanting to help them, as well, as she never means it in a rude way. She has a motherly air about her, putting on concern for each of her compatriots. She is stubborn and headstrong to those who know her, often unmoving in her beliefs and her work, but does her best to be understanding of those around her.
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| − | As a healer, she is very skilled. First of all, she is naturally inclined toward the aether and the elementals, adept at coaxing them out to heal those around her should the need arise. She grew up deeply disliking how the conjurers would use their powers so sparingly, almost cruelly, and wanted to find a way to be different from that, in order to help her friends and family, and further, everyone whose lives were scarred by the Calamity and onwards. While she finds conjury the most natural feeling, however, she has in time grown rather weary of using it, if only because of the actions (or, inaction, rather) of the conjurer's guild. She is currently also studying arcanima, hoping to grow in skill.
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| − | She also knows, to an extent, many crafts in her journey to learn more and more. What she is best at is herbalism and potion making, and a bit of sewing. Lately she's been focusing on her culinary skills, finding ways to improve recipes her mother once made for her when she was younger.
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| − | [[File:Tiny_pic_left.png|left]]Oko is short, standing at four fulm nine ilm, and though small, isn't exactly waifish. Muscle-mass has been upkept, though not to a noticable extent, from her time as a child wielding a bow to help her family hunt for food. Her thin arms hide behind what appears to be jelly strength to lift more than one would think, and her eyes cast a silvery shine, often nigh white in the right light, with hair the shade of milk and cream. Skin is pale, with a smattering of freckles across rosy cheeks, leftover from days in the sun. All in all, she has a cute, compact frame; only a few scars in places covered by clothing where accidents on the hunt happened, or when she was simply a clumsy child.
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| − | Posture wise, Oko carries herself gently, each step appearing as calculated as the last. She does her best to put on an air of hospitality and kindness, picked up from observing the conjury guild as well as the padjali, in order to make herself seem more approachable, where once she had been messy and wild, what one would call uncivilized. She has worked extensively to bring her perception up in the eye of the Gridanian public, which has always been scrutinizing, especially to those of her race.
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| − | And, at others, she can seem almost gruff, little remnants of her father, from the days she'd spend with him. These moments are few and far between, as her mother taught her the air of kindness long before her fathers taught her the motions of moving through trees. If this is pointed out, the girl will get exceedingly embarrassed and immediately straighten her back. It's a point of anxiety for her, unfortunately.
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| − | Oko was born to a relatively small clan within the Black Shroud. It had once been bigger, but over time, began slowly dwindling especially after the Calamity struck and wedged a rift between them. She is the fifth daughter, but seventh child out of eight. Relatives include mother Usei, father Jurna'li, her six sisters (closest to her being the one only two years older than her, Jeiha), and her two brothers Usei'a and Usei'to. Jurna'li died when Oko was seven, whilst on a trip attempting to teach her to hunt, something which Oko witnessed that occasionally comes back to haunt her - though she can never remember the exact details. This left a blow to her family, and a hole in Usei that was filled, over time, by Karo'sae (who would later father Usei'to.)
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| − | As a child, she spent much of her time traipsing through the forest with her older brother Usei'a, their father, and two members of the clan Karo'sae and Gira'to, men who had grown weary of their travels and decided to settle down with their family. The two men were not part of the clan by blood, but was acknowledged nigh on as such having been around for so long. They taught her how to use a bow and how to hunt, when her mother taught her the importance of respecting the forest, something that she resounded with much more than the death of animals. But, she recognized it was the way of the world, and she learned from her father to use all parts of something you killed, so as not to make waste and anger the forest. This birthed a hobby she doesn't mention much, carving trinkets out of bone harvested from the animals; she doesn't do it anymore, but can at times be seen wearing a necklace she made from a boar she helped take down when younger. The habit of making sure all parts were used has translated into her day-to-day life outside the forest, making sure she doesn't waste a thing.
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| − | The first year prior to the event, what little remained of her clan dispersed save for the close males to her mother and her siblings, out of desperation and frustration when Gridania could not properly supply or compromise with them on their hunting measures. Oko, her mother, and her young brother Usei'to moved themselves into New Gridania, where they were hardly accepted but not quite denied. Karo'sae and Gira'to remained in the forests to keep the clan in check the only ways they could, but still visit often to help with Usei's transition into city life. During the next year, Oko and her family worked to build good standing within the society they'd moved themselves into, a stark change from the quiet life they lived in the Shroud. It proved difficult, as aside from her mother's knowledge and communication skills, most Gridanians viewed her children as uncivilized mongrels, and treated them poorly when Usei was not around to combat it. This is when Oko would develop her anxieties, as well as work herself to the bone to meet the expectations of those around her.
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| − | Oko, some time after the Calamity, would join the Conjurer's Guild, utilizing her natural connection to the aether and the forests. At first, she struggled to perform her basic tasks, as before it would come naturally only when it was needed, and she floundered specifically with the offensive aspects of white magic, but in time she would prove to be incredibly good with it, bordering on masterful. However, she has what began as a minor grievance that has long since blossomed into something not unlike disgust for the Guild itself, and their preachings, and how they refuse to heal or care for anyone despite them seriously needing it, under fear of the elementals. She continues to call herself a conjurer, but has been toying with the idea of leaving it behind, refusing to be a part of something that turns a blind eye to its ailing citizens.
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| − | Third-year post Calamity would yield Oko losing a family member. Usei'a and Jeiha, out on a hunt where they ought not have been hunting, were cornered by Wood Wailers who had mistaken them for Couerlclaws, They ran, but Jeiha was taken out by an archer, and her brother hadn't the time to rescue her. The Wailers left her body, and it wasn't until much later they were able to retrieve it, to give her a proper burial. Oko was devastated, but took it as a sign that staying in Gridania would be no good for her, seeing as her mother struggled to feed the both of them. She had no place among them, and wanting to live the stories they told her when she was young, and wanting to make her own, Oko departed Gridania once of sufficient mastery, in search of the world.
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| − | She still visits, every so often, with tales to tell her family, and gifts to give. She cares deeply for her family, and by extension Gridania, though she's never quite felt herself part of the country.
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| − | Since her departure, her clan has all but dwindled to her mother, brothers, the two males who acted as fathers in stay of Jurna'li, and the sparing number of those who seemed to disperse to other locations while still keeping Kaprei tacked to the end of their name, to greener grasses, so to speak. Their clan is all but gone, but what's left clings together regardless.
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| − | : <font style="color:#90AB76;" size="3">✦</font> "That girl's awful quiet-- she just stands around. S'kinda weird, y'know? Makes me feel all kinds'a uneasy..." - ''A patron to the Quicksand.''
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| − | : <font style="color:#F37E1D;" size="3">✦</font> "Mercenary friend o' mine said she healed him and all his men, for free t'boot! Can't imagine doin' that kinda work for nothing! She must be somethin'." - ''A tipsy Roegadyn, as he nurses a drink and future hangover.''
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| − | : <font style="color:#D83018;" size="3">✦</font> "Oko? She used to come to the library daily, when she was younger. Poor child could hardly speak a word at first, but she studied hard. I haven't seen her in such a long time." - ''An aging librarian.''
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| − | : <font style="color:#D83018;" size="3">✦</font> "I heard her family became Couerlclaws! Someone said her sister went and got herself killed. Serves them Miqo'te right. Can't they just live responsibly?" - ''A rowdy Hyuran.''
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| − | : <font style="color:#aac5b4;" size="3">✦</font> "Yes, you could say we're close friends. She's timid, but she has a heart of gold. She's helped me in ways where others would've simply run away." - ''Suko'to Nbolo''
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| − | : <font style="color:#aac5b4;" size="3">✦</font> "...That damned girl will give me a heart attack someday. She's adorable." - [[P'rth Makeo]]
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| − | : <center><font style="color:#F02311;" size="3">♥</font> Romantic Interest <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font> Platonic Love <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> Good Standing <font style="color:#9c9c9c;" size="3">●</font> Neutral Standing <font style="color:#C24640;" size="3">●</font> Poor Standing</center>
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| − | : <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font> <font style="color:#F02311;" size="3">♥</font>(?) [[P'rth Makeo]] : Having met this man through her free company, she at first thought of him a mirror image of Gira'to - kind and funny, perhaps someone who yearned to be as young as his heart wished, and it helped her to grow close to him. Over time, her feelings have tended to fluctuate; she is completely unsure how she feels about the man. Attraction? Adoration? Love? Is it romantic, or platonic? Nothing makes sense to her, and it leaves her feeling confused. She wishes she could make heads or tails of how she feels.
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| − | '''I am a Medium to Heavy Roleplayer''' and I live in the '''Pacific Standard Zone (PST).''' After noon is the best time to get a hold of me, though there's never really telling when I'll be online, truth be told. If you need to contact me please do so at my tumblr blog [[http://kapreisun.tumblr.com/ kapreisun]]! Most often I roleplay in general chat, almost exclusively with the /em chat option, but at times with /say. Other options are fine, that's just my usual form of RP! I do best in one on one or small groups; big ones tend to scare me, but I try!
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| − | I roleplay many themes, be it dark or lighthearted, and I would '''love''' to be included in plotlines and stories! If you think it's too heavy or can result in my character becoming seriously injured or incapacitated in any way, please make sure to bring it up and discuss it with me before hand rather than just having it happen in roleplay.
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| − | Please remember that '''IC AND OOC''' are two separate things! My character's views do not always reflect my own (though most often they do because Oko is a sweet baby girl but you know! DISCLAIMER and all that to be safe!) If my character hates yours, I don't hate you! If my character is in a relationship with yours, I can guarantee I am not searching for the same as I am happily married outside of the game!
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| − | Lastly, do not roleplay with me ONLY for the sake of looking for romance. I don't like that. If a relationship happens, it happens organically, not because we're pushing for it. Feelings and tension are okay, fine and dandy even! But don't expect romantic RP to be something I do constantly, or with anyone. Thanks!
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| − | File:Comfort_clothes.png|art by me
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| − | : Template by [[Bancroft Gairn]] with some tweaks/inspiration borrowed from [[Tiergan Vashir]]
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| − | : <b>conjurer/white mage</b> = in character!! you may approach me at any time for a walk-up if i am in cnj/whm!
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| − | : if i am <i>not</i> cnj or whm, send a tell. oko is primarily a healer, but she has been considering branching out. ask me.
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