Chani Fhae

"Blinny" the Treasure Faerie
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Your Go-To Girl!
Gender	Female
Race	Miqo'te
Clan	Keeper of the Moon
Citizenship	Unknown
Age	14, going on 15 years at ARR
Namesday	13th Sun of the 5th Umbral Moon
Birthplace	Gridania
Guardian	Nymeia, the Spinner
Occupation	... Mer... chant... Delivery girl!
Class/Job	Arcanist/Scholar

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Cima Fhae (technically II) [see-ma • f/r/-ay; translated treasure faerie (alias: Blinny)] is a... well, that is... Fhae specializes in the procurement and trade of goods. Simply put: you want it, she can find it. At a price. And try not to ask too many questions - you could get a kitty cut.

"Is it a needful thing?"

Theme Song

Basic Info

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Height: 4 fulms 5 ilms (Growing, requires moar fertilizer)

Weight: Approx 70 ponz (She's actually a feather in cat's pajamas)

A slight sprite of a creature with an elfin countenance, Fhae is like... a cute shadow... a wisp of smoke, a... yeah. No hint of a swordsman in her. Athletics? Hah. She's a runt. Her twig-like frame is riddled with scars, scratches, burns, bruises - the whole shabam, really - and it makes you wonder: "What has this Miqo'te gotten herself into?"

She is addicted to pipe-grass among various other substances and can be found with a glazed, glassy, hard, or absent look to her otherwise downcast, dark-circled eyes. She clears her throat often and has a cough despite a voice that sounds like gentle rain.

If I get to pick a pig-tail hairstyle in character customization, that's what she's getting.

Fhae has a black-and-brown grungey-meets-hippie flare to her fashion: some boots made explicitly for stomping (or none at all), fishnet-to-tribal-pattern stockings and armlets, waist-cinching belts, and short cropped attire or flowing, gypsy-esque clothing - to name a few, the degree of her "clash" actually depends on her mood and the occasion. On a bad day she's a boy.

Her ears are embroidered by shining studs; stars and drops and dots, and at the very tips hang a crescent moon and blazing sun by chain-link (moon on left, sun on right). Around her neck she wears a choker and bell-pendant - tinkling like wind-chimes with the subtlest of movements. And when she feels like it: beads, string, flowers and silver wherever she can dangle or tie it.

History

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1562. The Fray. Show text

The midwife retreated a step, bloodied palms out-stretched. A sombre silence filled the room; not even the newborn had a tear to shed. Their shock gradually subsided.

"She stills... ... ... Ailis! How fairs the infant?" The midwife turned to the White Mage adjacent to her, eyeing the baby cradled within a blanket there.

"Q-Quiet. She's... quiet." Was the cloak's reply; apparently distracted by the "absence" of the body on the delivery table.

"A Keeper of the Moon." The midwife breathed, sighing her strain to the night.

"A blood-moon." The hood answered frostily. "Nymeia pricks herself upon the spindle and frays the weave."

"Spare me your superstitions, child. The mother - who was she?"

"She gave nothing save her name... and pleaded 'help.'"

The midwife shambled tiredly towards Ailis and lay a red finger atop the infant's forehead.

"Then we will help her. What was the name?"

"Cima Fhae."

1569. Artless. Show text

"... which is translated into 'renascence' or 'renewal.' This rune here, with the circle-within-circles and... ... .... Cima! FHAE!" Her voice cracked like a whip - Ailis was a terrible force to provoke. A moment passed.

And then a snore erupted from Fhae, age seven.

With a curse and "Thaliak, you missed one," Ailis the White Mage rose, stalking up to the sleeping Miqo'te and cuffing her sharply on the head. The child started with a jump, and then took to cupping her injured crown.

"Wha..- Owww! ... Ailis? It's gone nightmare." Fhae looked up to hold Ailis's gaze with the remark; wide-eyed, deliberate and challenging.

"Shut it child, you're in the waking world - and mine at that. Now what is that rune?"

She rubbed the sleep from her eyes before peering at the hanging scroll. Emphasis on the center... "Rune of 'sight', Miss."

"Focus, actually." "Same fecking difference, I'm sure."

1573. Shine in the Buff. Show text

The boat rocked to a gentle push-pull force and she was happy that the waters in this cove were serene, mild and melodious. Even pirate-shouts can be easy on the ears. Funny lot. Somewhere a bird began to sing, the sound waning and lifting on the breeze.

The padding of footsteps became an offbeat for the sea's soothing symphony, and by the sound it could only be one - her one. Arms of a faded blue, broad and muscular, folded over the ship's railing to her right; a mimick of her own relaxed but inquiring stance. He smelled of that plant-stuff that always made him euphoric and sentimental. After several moments of casual silence there was his breath, and then a large finger pointing purpose.

"D'ya sees it, Fhae? Ov'r there, nay far off now!"

See what. She adjusted her angle and searched the horizon, poor sight squinting. A shroud - so subtle in its approach that Fhae would've thought it always there - of small, glowing orbs shined and shimmered and danced for the dazed crew.

Voices whispered from behind, "Llymlaen leads true", "A wreck, that is", "The sky! The sky! Mark how it glitters! Pure aether, there", "Are those glow-bugs?", "Nym"...

And then the crumbling stone came into view. An etch of moss crept along the ruins, betraying the length of its decay. Even in its descent into time Fhae thought it beautiful. And past the bird's chorus Fhae could've sworn she heard a distant... laugh. A girl's?

"Can we disembark Fohcs? Can we?" She blurted with a sudden wave of anticipation - anticipation for... something, something she felt there.

"Mys, ain' we anxious! We're in th' job of access, Kit. O'course we're ge'in' off - we gotta stick our paws on any'thin' n' e'ry'thin'. There's gil t' be 'ad 'ere."

She sucked in a sharp breath, excitement thrown to the back-burner.

"Is this the surprise you thought so sly?" In her most charming of sneers. He regarded her for a moment... and she observed the cross of a soft thought.

"It's a lost place, Fhae. Chao'ic 'n calm...- I sees you 'ere. Gracef'lly wild in th' dep'hs of a sinkin' world." And then that smile. "I've been 'ere before - ye'll like it."

Whatever you say. With a look back to the drowning island, "Fohcs, tell me of this place."

"Well-... 'n 'ere's th' bes' par', re'lly." He gave a conspicuous check from side to side before leaning down to ear-shot, not-really-whispering, "It's home to faeries, Fhae."

Personality

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Alignment: Chaotic Neutral

A mouse of a Miqo'te: quiet, timid and independent. She's a recluse, preferring to hermit and lay-low unless her work demands otherwise. When it comes to interactions she can be perceived as "batty" or strange, even flaky (flitting in and out of social situations), and experiences anxiety in the lime-light. She likes the night for its absence of folk and blurring of identity. Of people, Fhae is intuitive when it comes to reading the motives and desires of others. She isn't like other girls her age and can handle dark, morbid stuff well (marked by her dry, adult humour), but that isn't to say she's not a kid. The better you know her, the more childish she is. She has a Peter Pan complex.

She's a cat of material possessions and considers herself a "collector," but thrifty; conserving her gil wherever she can. She also prides herself on being her own provider. Fhae's clueless in areas of "common" knowledge: politics and cultures to name a few, but street-smart and savvy with things like botany and mechanics. She displays interest in chemistry and history.

Affiliations

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Finders, Keepers.

• Eyrifohc Styrsyn: "Fohcs."

• Melle Cranberry:

Other Notes

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RP Preferences

Little Miss Badass Trope

Character Inspiration: Mathilda Lando Alia of the Knife O'Malley the Alley Cat Triela Hit-Girl Hanna Heller

Fhae operates under the guise of a "courier." In sketchier scenarios, she claims to be the "runner." In both cases she is the "middle man." She refers to her occupation as "Finders, Keepers," and can be discovered through grapevine marketing and/or innocent posters on tavern walls, etc. To hire, it is encouraged that you send word (safely) through friends or via carrier pigeon. Or something. Will work out the details on a later date.

Also, obviously, no reaaal gil is required for this role-play idea, I just wanna have an excuse to mingle with all sorts of character breeds (and have fun doing it!). The price of her services would be pretend-gil or shinies of some-sort or another. She collects rabbit trinkets.

I'm not sure what my schedule will be like at the time of release, but I hope to be able to invest a good chunk of my time into gaming and such. This should work with my character concept as Fhae doesn't (necessarily) exist as a journeying companion (though adventure is FTW) and will be making appearances in small doses (I'm hoping medium doses, but...), due to the nature of her business and shy personality.

Wanted for Interesting Roleplay

If your character fits any of these thur things here and you find yourself interested, feel free to message me on the RPC or via IG (when ARR is officially out). Whether the relationship is predetermined by us or established through role-play, I don't really care. Just don't be shy to approach me!

• Clients, customers and business associates: If your character needs something of the black-market variety, Fhae can help them out. If your character supplies something of the black-market variety, Fhae can help them out. Under, over, and under the table.

• Law enforcement-types: The law and Fhae don't really see eye-to-eye.

• Doctors and medicine-men: Fhae is accustomed to the "rough life" by now, but that doesn't mean [when she holds her own in a stick-up] she doesn't need medical help.