Virara Wakuwa

Virara
A Rolling Wave at Dusk
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OOC Character Information
Main Job(s):	Monk
Main Tradeskill:	Culinarian
Preferred Role:	DD
Server:	Balmung
Status
Alignment:	Chaotic Good
Reputation:	None
Occupation:	Vagrant, part-time kitchen hand.
Education:	Mentored
Marital Status:	Single
Sexuality:	Indeterminate
Guardian:	Llymlaen
Free Company
Coral Sea
Items Carried
• Eyepatch • Tortoise Shell Hora • Travel Funds • Dried Snacks • Peach Blossom Earrings
Characteristics
Race:	Lalafell
Clan:	Plainsfolk
Age:	Indeterminate (18-19)
Height:	3 fulm, 4 ilm
Weight:	62 ponze
Eyes:	Cherry Red (One darker than the other.)
Hair:	Pinkish Maroon (Natural), Violet Black (Dyed)
Complexion:	Slightly tanned
Physical Build:	Toned (For a Lala)
Notable Features:	Scars on body/limbs, dilated left eye.

Attributes
	Strength	█ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █		P.Defense	█ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █
	Dexterity	█ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █		M.Defense	█ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █
	Martial Prowess	█ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █		Intelligence	█ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █
	Magic Affinity	█ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █		Luck	█ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █

Basic Info

A fistfighting prodigy from a tiny atoll community far across the Jade Sea, Virara is a vibrant, tenacious Plainsfolk who is as awkward as she is strong. Isolated by her unusual body and her harsh upbringing, she is struggling to adapt to life in Eorzea. Though she harbors a violent spirit and a surly disposition, within her eye hides a burning desire to become a righteous and virtuous woman.

LIKES ■ Master ■ Food ■ Cooking and fishing ■ High places ■ Fighting ■ Training

DISLIKES ■ Master ■ Patronization/Pity ■ Introspection ■ Violent, stormy weather ■ Her height ■ Ghosts

OTHER ■ Alignment: Chaotic Good (Tenuously) ■ Strengths: Brave, Perceptive, Loyal ■ Weaknesses: Insensitive, Wrathful, Stubborn ■ Favorite Food: Anything. Particularly spicy. ■ Favorite Drink: Warm milk ■ Favorite Color: Shadow Blue, Gloom Purple

Appearance & Personality

At 3'4" and growing, Vira is unusually tall and lean for a Lalafell. She is more toned as well, though their characteristic physique makes it difficult to discern. Raven hair, dyed haphazardly to resemble Doman black, done up in pigtails frames a round, immaculate face disinclined to expression. She wears an eye patch more often than not, to honor her Master, who did possess such an injury. Virara's vision itself is fine, despite a cosmetic injury to her left eye that rendered it slightly dilated at all times, making it appear to be darker than her right.

Her gaze is intimidating on a primal level that disconnects with her short stature, complimented by her generally dour, emotionless countenance and tendency to stare. Though she might be small and cute, her withering gaze and threatening atmosphere can give her the impression of a rabid animal, or a haunted doll. Her voice is quiet, breathy, smooth and almost pleasant to listen to; yet with her yells comes a terrifying force.

She's also somewhat scarred across her body from extreme training, though she rarely shows these.

Though it is hard for non-Lalafell to see her in any light other than the generic, cherubic cuteness common to her species, Vira possesses something akin to statuesque dark beauty. Her height and enigmatic looks lends her a mysterious air uncommon to either Ul'dahn or Lominsan/Merlthor Lalafell.

Vira is ill at home in either the culture of Eorzean, Plainsfolk, the culture of Doma, the environment in which she was raised, or amongst any other race. She is a loner (though not always by choice.) with painfully deficient social skills, ignorant of mores and unable to read the mood. An aura of dangerousness radiates from her steely glare and wired posture that always seems a step away from pouncing. Vira may seem placid at times, but even then a dynamic, fervent energy circulates beneath the surface.

Her life has been dedicated to the cause of becoming stronger and she knows no other way. Having communicated through her fists practically since she was old enough to walk, a lifetime of hardship has left Vira profoundly alone, and her Master is the only human connection she's truly been able to enjoy, a fact that leads her to blind worship. Yet at the same time, the adversarial nature of her training leads her to regard her master ultimately as an enemy. The complexity of emotions she feels towards her Master leads Virara to put little stock in defining her emotions, and she scorns introspection to her own detriment. To Virara as she grew up, feelings were a force within her to be channeled into her blows; precisely what she felt was never a question to her, but rather how hard she felt it.

Vira only truly feels alive when fighting. Her Master raised her to exercise self-control, but the pugnacious Lala is actually quite hot-blooded underneath it all. The more dangerous and potentially fatal the situation, the more at home she feels. Though she was 'civilized' by her martinet Sensei, a sort of feral undercurrent drives her most instinctual actions.

She plays at being a cynic, something she picked up from her Sensei, but ultimately has a moral compass and inwardly admires those who fight for an ideal, rather than self-gratification. She's capable of things like kindness and compassion, but in her early life these were in such low demand that they confuse and bother her inwardly.

Virara is very brave, almost suicidally fearless, but loses her nerve when it comes to supernatural things (Because she is too much of a materialist and fears things she can't punch like ghosts.) and typhoon/hurricane weather. (Childhood trauma.) Her overly literal and realist way of thinking also makes her more or less a complete dunce when it comes to the magic arts.

Biography

Childhood

The girl who would become Virara was born to a couple from the islands in Merlthor. Orphaned at sea by a typhoon, she was cast away in a worm-eaten barrel to the shores of a coral atoll halfway between Othard and Eorzea. Hunger and thirst drove her half mad. She forgot her name, her family's faces, even her old language. Now nearly feral, the tiny girl fought fiercely to survive at no older than five or six. Only through an uncanny strength and copious luck did the castaway live for more than a year. Tiny and alone, everything and later, everyone, was a potential threat.

During this time, Garlemald solidified its powerful claim on its holdings in Othard. Many refugees fleeing oppression retreated from their continent, particularly from Doma. What started as an unremarkable atoll visited only by the occasional smuggler gradually grew into a shanty town full of the runoff from Garlemald, and from there expanded into a series of small fishing, trade and supply communities tailored to the cultural needs primarily of those from Othard and Doma. Cities were sometimes more water than earth and stone canals rose up seemingly out of nowhere. Incredible masses of Doman refugees poured in, particularly at the start of the disastrous rebellion years later.

The young Lalafell had become a stranger to civilization. Tentatively entering the territory of the intruders, she secreted herself into the remote alleys and canal ways of the settlement, soon to become a tiny, unremarkable dot named Llymlaen's Necklace on Eorzean maps. The girl stole and mugged her way into a higher calorie diet, and grew stronger. Soon she could easily beat and rob any refugee children and relieve them of what little food kept them from starvation. She had no conscience any more than a wild animal, and lacked the ability to recognize the harm she did to others, and as a result grew stronger and bolder, eventually even attacking weakened adults. On her small island, she became hated and was driven out of town whenever they caught sight of her. But neither could they capture the girl.

After a few close calls, she became semi-civilized, learning their language through observing from the shadows. She knew she needed some basic ability to communicate as the intruders became more numerous and their towns grew larger. She smuggled herself from island to island by offering food she stole, never staying in one place more than a night. Eventually, the locals on almost every island grew wary of her once more as she finally neared her maximum height at somewhere around ten or twelve years old; she'd lost count long ago.

Captivity

One day, the pickings had been slim. The children hid from her bullying, and unable to mug or steal anything from the Domans' store rooms and fish pots, she became acutely aware of her hunger and desperation set in. She set eyes on a tanned, grim woman missing an eye, sitting in a rude street front tea shop. Her build was strong, her posture confident, and she stunk of blood. The way she carried herself, and the grisly tattoos on her arm would have normally been warning enough to tell her to keep a wide berth from the stranger, but she was too famished to notice. She gambled. With an eye missing, she was doubtlessly blind on that side and pickpocketing should have been easy.

After slipping her hand into the woman's robe around her waist, where all the Domans kept their coin purses, the urchin abruptly found herself on the ground, beaten raw, her arm numb and unmoving. The woman bore down upon her. "Steal from me, would you? I've never met a child so eager to die. I shan't oblige you." Carried off to no objections by the locals, the girl found herself bound and collared in a drafty house redolent of sandalwood and incense on the biggest island in the Necklace.

The woman who held her prisoner her stated simply that since the girl conducted herself like an animal she would be treated like one, and thus was given the epithet "Wakuwa," which in the stranger's peculiar dialect from an island near Doma, meant simply "pig," in reference to her build and size.

In the hellish half-year she spent in captivity, she initially took every attempt possible to escape, but in all cases found herself thwarted and beaten horribly. Eventually her rage over boiled. She had thrashed a few refugees hard in her years, sometimes until they stopped moving, but it was the first time she wanted to do so purely out of malice. The woman seemed aware of this, and one night opened the store room door to the small, stuffy chamber "pig" was tied up in.

"You hate me, don't you?"

Though she was smaller than her, the girl's violent nature, contrasting with her inhumanly focused glare, provoked a flinch in the older woman. With every reckless blow the captive girl threw, futile as it was, her eyes took on a quality the Doman lady had seen before in shark infested waters off the coast of the Necklace. The essence of void, entered before the fatal bite, was the state of innocent brutality known only to a beast. When Virara's eyes grew wide with rage, their dark pupils seemed to eclipse everything sentient inside her. Perhaps it was this inner nature that the coldly smiling woman resonated with.

"Enough to kill me, huh?"

A few wild, reckless swings and desperate clawing at the room's dirty floor were answer enough.

The woman hunkered down, nursing a long, smoking pipe, as she was wont to do.

"You're not the first. Many men and women came before you, and all have failed. I was stronger, better than them. And you, a bloody pig, have the gall to think you've got what it takes to retire me?"

Clearly interested, the woman undid her collar... and immediately pinned the flailing child to the floor, foreseeing her obvious assault before it came.

"Only a Spoken can kill me. Spoken have names. A pig has no use for one. I'll grant you a name fit for a Lalafell."

Combining some haphazard syllables in a manner roughly resembling her race's typical rhyming name scheme, Virara was born anew as a person. The name was meaningless and odd to the ears of her kind, but her keeper didn't care. The woman, who demanded Virara merely refer to her as Sensei, underwent a dramatic metamorphosis in how she regarded the girl. What once was arbitrary, vicious behavior for no other purpose other than reprisal or amusement, focused itself into an intense reformation of her character. She took on the Doman language and lifestyle, as taught to her by Sensei in between puffs on her long pipe. Virara was no more than a servant, but she ate better than she had in years, often times several magnitudes more than Sensei herself. Though Sensei knew she was hated by literally everyone in every settlement in the Necklace, she sent her out regardless on errands, and Virara often had to find and pay merchants and traders for foodstuffs and goods as secretly as possible.

With time Virara grew hale and strong, and when obedient, Sensei didn't harm her, though she was casually dismissive and rarely spoke to her conversationally. While Spoken now, Sensei still did not regard Virara as anything approaching an equal. She demanded more from Virara, and Virara obliged, giving up her life of theft and violence for one of constant study and dutiful toil. Her personality radically changed, molded as if she were an infant again in the hands of her watchful master. There were times when Virara forgot that she had meant to kill this woman altogether, and her seething hatred slowly evaporated into a mist of forgotten grievances.

The Labyrinth Fist

Virara began to exhibit an unnatural constitution. She was constantly hungry and required more food than Sensei initially intended to give her, eventually forcing the woman to train Virara to fish for herself. Vira helped Sensei plant a small orchard in the uncleared land behind her home, and they dried apricots to save them for the spring.

In addition to this strange metabolism, Virara seemed to have no real grasp of her own strength, which was already disproportionate to her size. When chopping wood, Vira would often hew the logs straight through, and leave deep rend marks in the stone beneath. Her arms would be red and sore afterward, and sometimes even needed medical attention. Sensei believed that something in Vira's mind was shattered from since she was castaway, transcending exhaustion and pain, but her servant didn't fully understand anyway.

Vira's unnatural constitution piqued Sensei's interest once again. "You've become Spoken now, Virara. Far from the pig you once were. An animal does not kill out of hatred, nor for some flimsy concoction of 'reasoning.' You recognize a distinction between right and wrong, a quality most Spoken either possess or claim to. Which applies to you, I don't have a care for. A thinking being has the ability to weigh the life of another in her hands. Do you wish to become fully Spoken, with all that truly entails?"

From that day forward, something in the woman's eyes changed. Virara could tell, merely by looking at her, that Sensei had recognized her. No longer a servant or an animal, she was a true student.

"Watch yourself, brat," Master warned her, "For the very instant I deem you a failure is the instant I stop your heart."

Sensei was the inheritor of a style of combat from Doma, compiled from many nations' martial arts long before their nation was formed, long before Garlemald and the occupation. This style was Shichisei Meikyuuken, or the Seven Star Maze Fist. She had left for reasons she wouldn't divulge during the early years of the Rebellion. In her own words, it was a method of fighting, unarmed or armed, that would render its masters either a god or demon. This sounded like an excellent tool to kill her master with, so she agreed outright. Such was the reasoning she provided herself consciously, but Virara felt an unfamiliar, rising sensation in her chest when her Sensei gazed at her more softly than before. Her face often began making a faint expression alien to her, the corners of her lips curving upward. The feeling was good, though she scarcely understood what it meant.

The training was harsh, almost as much so as the mistreatment she endured during her early stay with Sensei. Five years were spent in enhanced study; both her civilizing and fighting training became feverishly intense. Master's method of instruction was merciless to the point of insanity, and countless times her new student courted instant death simply by sparring with her. Virara learnt of foreign languages other than Doman and how to cook for herself at the same time she was shattering iron spheres with her palms and cutting down orchard trees with her forearms. Eventually Virara was honed into a fist fighter of prodigious skill. A natural, her abnormal muscle power and hyperactive metabolism meshed keenly with the explosive, lethal blows of the style. Meikyuuken was a direct style, in comparison to its convoluted name, but perhaps its simplicity belied a more subtle insidiousness. Even the most innocent of testing blows could easily transition to a fatal hit. Its guards were deflections and strikes at the same time. A seemingly linear step in fact involved countless subtle curving movements and changes in speed. Economy of movement, a strong defense, and mythril-like core body conditioning were its areas of focus, on top of penetrating defenses and ending the fight in a single blow. With time, Virara could slay next week's dinner (The rare, expensive aldgoat not common on the Necklace) with a single blow to the forehead, the thickest part of its skull. Prodigy was a term oft used and rarely deserved, but in some sense it did apply to her.

In time Sensei also conversed more with her student. She told of Doma's history and its culture, the war with Garlemald. She mentioned in passing that she once had a family, and that she was the only student of the style left. Sensei expressed a disgruntled hatred of both Garlemald *and* Doma, and stated in vague terms that her nation "betrayed" her, but in what way she never said, and she only spoke of the matter when thoroughly drunk. Sometimes Virara could her her master praying alone outside in the grove at night. The list of names she prayed for was long. It soon became her lullaby.

The Calamity came and went for Virara. Unlike most, it was not a happening of significance in her life. As with everything, the inhabitants of the Necklace merely adapted. Their remote location helped protect them, slightly, from the wrath of the cataclysm. Though some died in the horrible storms and massive waves, both Virara and her master escaped unscathed, though they lost their home and had to live amongst the locals in their new floating raft and boat community. Much of the landmass was submerged, but the Necklace was part of the sea and its inhabitants were hardy people. Virara became accustomed to the steady rock of ships and boats beneath her feet, soon beginning to find dry land unnatural.

The two increased in strength together as summers and winters passed like migratory birds. Eventually, Sensei's past in Doma caught up to her. Often she would leave to walk along the piers and canal ways late at night to deal with 'urgent business.' On rare occasions she would leave the islands entirely for days on end. She often came back disheveled and scratched up. Sensei's excuse was that she fell down, drunk, which Virara typically believed because she was very much addicted to rice wine, but eventually the excuses stopped flowing and the injuries became more severe. It appeared not all of the past she'd left behind in occupied Doma wanted to be forgotten.

One night, a man dressed in black and wearing curious weapons greeted Virara as she rose groggily from her sleep to relieve herself. A desperate struggle ensued, in which Virara's life nearly ended, if not for Sensei's intervention. The killer was obscenely skilled, and quickly had even her Master on the defensive, but he hadn't counted on Virara breaking his knee in twain from behind. When the assassin reeled in pain, Virara simply did as she'd done with the aldgoats before. It ended quickly. A muddy, dark film seemed to cross the iris of her eyes as she locked gazes with her Sensei. Something lay there in her Master's single eye, something nostalgic and painful, a sense of agonizing recognition. That brought Vira back to reality, but before the significance of what she'd done set in:

"Virara, your training, as it has been until now, is over. You're not ready to face me and kill me yet, not until you've inherited the art from me fully."

Days later, Sensei prepared a satchel full of supplies, some rugged traveling clothes, and a pair of bone hora, meant solely to protect Vira from her own freakish strength, and told her to go to Eorzea, as a test of worthiness to begin learning the succession techniques of Shichisei Meikyuuken. Told to seek out a man that Sensei supposedly crossed paths with in an arena years ago, Virara set out on a trade vessel bound for Ul'Dah's bay of Dha'Yuz, hunting for the man known as "Holyfist" to challenge him. But Virara did not leave without a final, taxing "gift" from her exacting Sensei...

The Power to Slay

Arriving in Eorzea, Virara was immediately beset by a suffusion of sounds and sights utterly alien to her. Ul'dah was dry and teeming with people, the marketplaces overflowing with goods Virara could scarcely imagine in her time on the Necklace. Immediately she began setting out to find the Holyfist and crush him, in accordance to her Master's wishes, but her lack of physical strength after the woman's crippling acupressure technique left Virara feeling a sense of vulnerability and frailty hitherto unknown to her. Hamon did not take the Lalafell girl seriously and instead set her about the Pugilist's Guild attending to menial tasks and doing strength training. Virara assumed that Hamon was pitying her, or felt she was unworthy of a match, humiliating the girl. Hamon for his part may have felt she was pushing herself too hard, or just wanted free labor.

In any case, Virara would eventually get her wish to face Hamon in a match, but as a method of rehabilitating the aged warrior after events Virara was not privy to reignited his fighting spirit. This fulfilled Virara's obligation to her master. In her short time as a member, Virara spoke little with other pugilists and absorbed tremendous knowledge of the typical Ul'dahn hand to hand combat styles with typical ease, but the culture of the locals remained bewildering to her.

One day, in the Quicksand, Virara met a tiny boy. Having never spoken to or known another of her kind before, Virara engaged him as awkwardly as could be conceived. This was Chachanji Gegenji, a swordsman training to become a hero. Idealistic and naive in the extreme, Virara initially found "Chagenji" curious. His name was hard to say, his stature was small despite his fairly athletic frame, and he had the awkward air of a cowardly runt, the kind Virara used to pummel on the islands. But when she looked at his earnest, well-meaning gaze, something hot and fearsome boiled within her. This was a boy who endured hardship that did not even compare to her own; he knew suffering but felt it was something others could be saved from indefinitely. It was unacceptable to Virara that he could maintain such a gilded impression of the world around him, ignorant of her own limited experiences and worldview.

Though initially appreciative of Chachanji's attempts to befriend her and help her adjust to Eorzean culture, his peaceful attitude and heroic tendencies perplexed the comparatively merciless and hard-hearted Virara. Her relationship with him grew more and more tense, and with time Chachanji's presence in her mind became overwhelming. Every waking thought was of how he vowed never to take a life needlessly, and his boundless confidence in his ability to protect others close to him. Virara only understood the strength necessary to kill.

The Power to Save

This eventually culminated in a furious duel in Thanalan, in which Virara prematurely exerted her strength, despite still being crippled, against a reluctant but determined Chachanji. Meikyuuken roared loudly that day, with her forms in weakened but prominent use. Such a display could hardly go unnoticed. Though she shattered his armor and nearly killed him outright, Chachanji cemented himself as a true warrior by being the first person to stand up after one of Virara's blows, outside of her own Master. For the first time, Virara understood that the intensity of emotion she felt towards Chachanji was respect, not hate. This was the 'power to protect,' to save others, that Virara had failed to grasp. To prioritize the survival of another being was inconceivable to a girl who struggled to survive from birth. That personality, and that line of thinking, began to quickly enthrall her. A stranger to happiness, Virara felt the odd sensation again, much as she had once her Master allowed her to take up their art.

Her sense of closeness with Chachanji deepening, she allowed her first friend, and the first boy she'd ever known, to guide her to a more tame state, wherein she did not challenge anyone she found strong enough to be worthwhile to a duel, and could interact with Eorzeans more normally. She met others such as Warren and Sei Castille, who trained Chachanji and thus earned interest from Virara quickly. Ququki Quki, another Lalafell, amazed the ignorant Virara with her knowledge of aether. She met Dren Gonne, another boy with a similar background to her own, and a feral streak she understood all too well. With time, however, it was no longer sufficient for Virara to live out of the Quicksand as a boarder. While she made money from time to time working odd jobs out of the guild, and as an unnervingly destructive extra hand in Momodi's kitchen, Virara wished to see more of Eorzea, and to have a solid base from which to stage those endeavors.

A Place to Rest

Determined not to become reliant on her new acquaintances, Virara trained herself to the limit, traveling across the land from each great city to fight dangerous fauna, traverse hazardous terrain and bolster her stamina through more frequent cooking. With time her old strength returned, though her ability to perform the techniques of her art still seemed limited. But the lifestyle of drifting from inn to inn, sometimes sleeping in alleys or under the stars as she did before she met Master, was draining, not to mention lonely. It was a fact that Virara herself would never admit, but she felt keenly the distance between Eorzea and the Necklace. Sometimes she would sit for hours, watching the surf lap the shores of La Noscea in utter silence. Other times she would train, perform long and short kata, almost hoping a watchful eye over the horizon would find her, even if her islands were far from that horizon in the other direction.

On an excursion to train in Mist, Virara came across Memeli Meli and Chachanji, who had recently joined the association "Coral Sea." Over time, Virara's visits to Mist became more frequent, and her friendship with the other two deepened. Memeli in particular was a strange girl, full of good humor and warmth, whose behavior differed greatly from Virara's despite the similarity in their ages, and Virara began to consider for the first time if her own upbringing wasn't abnormal in comparison to her new Eorzean friends. Virara also noticed that the way she tended to focus on an opponent with all-encompassing attention when angry seemed to happen to her around Chachanji often, even when she was calm, but remained ignorant and thought little of the strange feeling.

Virara eventually signed on with Coral, though the loose association and lack of direction in such a free-spirited group confused the girl. She boards with Memeli and Chachanji, as she was already practically a resident before joining due to her homelessness. For the first time, Virara had found a place she could consider home outside of that waterlogged, odorous longhouse in the Necklace. Yet the image of her Master still remained forefront in her mind. Could she maintain the power she owed her benefactor? With the softness of her new lifestyle, could she slay her Master when their fated time of confrontation finally arrived? Virara seemed convinced that would be impossible, especially after a humiliating loss (By her perception) in a friendly duel against Memeli, for which she admonished herself mercilessly inside.

She resumed her training with an obsessive vigor, incorporating new knowledge of Aether and Eorzean culture into her education. When Virara focused on moving her body and training her physique, she could not think deeply. When she was free of deep, irrelevant thoughts, she didn't need to feel unease. Something about her new friendships, the triumvirate she had formed with her Coral companions, was eating away at her, but with her mind empty as it was, Virara could not perceive it even with the slightest of awareness. She understood she was frustrated with something, but what it was she could not begin to describe. Confronting her feelings, she resolved to allow herself to become closer to her "first boy" and "first girl" friends, but feared the worst; that her presence in their relationship would disrupt the accord they shared.

She also began to train to cook in a manner befitting sane people, to make herself more useful to her new home and not frighten the others with her martial culinary practices.

Bloody Roots

Virara is currently being hunted by an unseen, depraved foe. This enemy has left her a grisly gift in her mail at her new home, and a blood soaked letter in Doman code. The creeping darkness of her Master's past has finally caught up to her only student. The first bloody deathmatch races with unholy fervor to its promised day.

At times stalking, at times watching, the enemy follows Virara with their malevolent eye. Their actions are restricted so long as she remains in the highly secure Mist. But how long will it be until they find a way to reach her even in the security of her own home? The thought consumes Virara, forcing her to ponder in ways she hardly engaged with since her youth. And with the other challenges Coral faces from a malevolent, supernatural presence, it seems unlikely she will be able to return to her intense preparation for the day she meets Master again.

Miscellaneous

Virara possesses abnormal body strength for a Lalafell. Due to being smaller, her muscle mass is still inferior to that of a larger race, as well as her weight, but the explosive power of her blows is extremely lethal. To date she has regularly slaughtered large, strong animals with her bare hands, pulverized a stone golem in one blow, punched an ingot of cobalt through the floor of her house, and shattered a cobalt breastplate using nothing but her bare elbow. Her speed and endurance are also conditioned to levels beyond that of which a Lalafell normally can achieve. What sort of strain this physique puts on her health is unknown. It also seems that somehow, her body heats up to an unnatural degree when enraged, or when aether is funneled into her. It may have something to do with her unique, rapid metabolism, which provokes near-constant hunger.

'Wakuwa,' for 'pig,' is an epithet and only really known OOC. (I derived it from an Okinawan word.) In the unlikely case your character can use it for her, remember that it's derogatory and Vira only adopted it as her name out of respect for her Master. Other people are most definitely not allowed to use it. Given Lalafell naming conventions, her real name is Virara Vira. Shocking, I know.

Virara wears eye patches because she imitates her Master. Her pigtails were styled by Master as well, and Virara continues to dutifully tie her hair in the same way, even though not a single feminine bone exists in her body. She also dyes her hair (poorly) to emulate her Doman Midlander hair color.

Since coming to Eorzea, Virara has become sensitive about her unusual height, envious of shorter Lalafell. She is learning from Memeli how to be 'cute,' but has many misconceptions about what that entails.

Before leaving to Eorzea, Virara was crippled by her master through acupressure for reasons she doesn't understand. She has since recovered much of her prior strength, though lack of practice has resulted in some difficulty performing her style's techniques.

Her education is incomplete due to Sensei's incredible laziness. She just didn't bother to teach Virara about many things, but what she did focus on Virara learned voraciously, if in unorthodox manners. Her blind spots are tremendous, being ignorant of local culture, out of touch with emotions and abstract concepts, and for years not even knowing how babies are made. Needless to say, she has no real knowledge of romance.

Her cooking is unorthodox, to say the least. Nothing is wrong with the food, it even tastes good, but she usually uses her bare hands, with very few cooking tools other than a hot fire. Virara also likes some of her food Mega Flare-level spicy. Be careful if asking her to give your food a bit of kick, unless you like life or death struggles.

When angry or agitated, Virara tends to find the highest place she can get to to be alone in. When scared, which is rare, she finds a tiny cramped place to hide in, like a barrel or closet.

When speaking Doman, Virara gives a totally different impression, with a rough air and vastly expanded vocabulary. She speaks liberally with 'masculine' pronouns and other verbal characteristics. (This is based on the assumption that Doman follows similar rules to Japanese, as many of their other lore elements do. She is an "Ore" '俺' girl.)

The one thing Virara is superior to her Master in is tending to bonsai trees. Sensei butchers them.

Virara's singing voice is akin to the trumpets of the apocalypse.

RUMORS Some of these rumors are untrue or are greatly exaggerated. Please feel free to add your own rumors under PC! ◢ Common Rumors (Easily overheard) ■ "There's a strange brat down at the docks I'vn't seen afore. Looks hungry... and mean. Frownin' like she was suckled on Han Lemons." Lominsan Merchant at port in Dha'Yuz. ■ "Yeah, right up tip-top. A rather large Lala was doing the strangest set of exercises, right up on top of the wall o'er there. I've seen folk 'mongst the rabble outside the city playing a similar dance. But not the same." Monetarist bodyguard ■ "That urchin was petting a cat outside the Quicksand. She looked at it in the funniest way. All sisterly like. It was rather fetching, I'd say. How old was she, anyway? I could hardly tell." Local stablehand. ◢ Moderate Rumors (Moderately difficult to overhear) ■ "She once beat a fellow straight out of Lil' Ala Mhigo in an arm wrestling competition. Word is he had to get his limb set right before sun up, the pain was so fierce." Drunkard in the Quicksand. ■ "I've seen youngsters from around here who had the same look about them. They were always the strongest and healthiest of the refugees. And their eyes reminded me of a starved jackal. Twelve help children like that find a new home before... 'those people' find 'em and think them useful, for one reason or another." Acolyte of Nald'Thal ■ "Yeah, I know her. She's the one who enrolled in th' guild just to challenge Ol' Hamon. He jus' laughed her off and told her to run about Ul'dah doing this chore and that job... Ain't too bright, that one." Pugilists' Guild member. ◢ Rare Rumors (Very difficult or rarely overheard) ■ "I've seen that stance before. It is heretical. Let us not speak of it." Doman veteran. ■ "She came out of the thicket on the southern island one day looking ragged and covered in dirt, with a bloodshot gaze like hell itself. The girl couldn't speak, or rather, couldn't understand. I knew then with one look where our supplies kept going." Refugee recalling his time on Llymlaen's Necklace ten years ago ■ "My old friend's new pet. Natural grace and beauty. I long to meet her." Grinning Man ◢ PC Rumors (Please add rumors! I'll gladly return the favor.) ■ Warren Castille: "There's something more to her than she's letting on. She seems to feel might makes right. Perhaps in time she can be made to see it is the other way around." ■ Chachanji Gegenji : "Ms. Virara's strong, there's no doubt 'bout that! I mean, a punch that can shatter armor!? I jus'... I jus' hope that she can learn ta use that strength ta halp others, rather than just herself." ■ Jajara Jara : "There's somethin' about her... I dunno. Kinda unsettlin'. But don'cha go an' tell 'er I said that! She's got enough t'worry about besides what Aunti-- wait. Lemme ask ya somethin'. Do I look that old to ya...? Be honest." ■ Jancis Milburga : "I care about her greatly. Very much so. We see eye-to-eye and heart-to-heart. Simply must needs to hear it. Pray echo that to her. Every time you see her. Every time." ■ Flickering Ember : "Many time I think we are same. Some things we like together. We not need city people ways. But then she talk about Master person. I remember we are maybe not same. Master is how she know. Desert is how I know. Master ways are sad. I want know Vira ways. Maybe after she will know love too." ■

RELATIONS ♥ Romantic Interest    ♥ Platonic Love     ● Good     ● Neutral ● Poor Forgive me if your character is not listed here: I'm trying to limit myself to those who have pages. ♥● UNKNOWN : Virara's Master. A notorious manslayer from Doma, whose shadowy exploits and wanton atrocities during the country's ill-fated rebellion were innumerable. Little is known about this terrifying woman, but everything Virara says about her suggests a martial artist of such transcendental skill that only the term 'monster' could properly describe her. For years Virara's only human interaction was with Master. She owes everything that she is to her. Murky, undefined feelings flow through Virara towards Master, stronger than anything she knows, but they are not friends, and not family. Since the day they met Virara has been determined to kill her, both out of obligation and an undefined degree of legitimate hatred. ♥ Chachanji Gegenji : Initially agitated by what she thought was a softhearted and weak boy, Virara's fascination with him has grown to something more. He is her first friend, the first Eorzean she knew, the first person to challenge her worldview, and the second person to withstand her strikes, after her Master. It is possible that her attachment to him is more intense than she lets on, but Virara's poor grasp of emotions ensures that what form it takes remains ambiguous. ♥ Memeli Meli: This diminutive rapscallion is Virara's first female friend close to her own age. She both admires and envies many qualities Memeli possesses, such as her bright demeanor and knowledge of aether. However, having lost to Memeli in a match, Virara's passion has risen from a faint smouldering to a dancing flame. Currently, Memeli is teaching Virara to obtain the secret technique known as "cuteness." Virara solemnly swears to stand atop this new technique and become invincible to all foes! ● Leanne Delphium: One of Chachanji's friends. She has a distinctive look about her that piques Virara's curiosity, but she seems also very aloof and mysterious in some ways. However, Virara doesn't dislike her in the slightest. In fact, she grows more and more attached to Leanne as time goes by. She is weak against her openness and sense of simple warmth, and admires her ability to sing, which Virara is piss poor at. ● Ququiki Quki: An acquaintance of both Virara and Chachanji, Virara is impressed with "Cookie's" fighting spirit, despite her physical weakness and debilitating condition. Quki is a wellspring of arcane knowledge, despite being significantly younger than Virara, so often the conversations between the two boil down to Quki attempting to explain something that seems simple to her, but is far too complex for an ignorant Virara to grasp. Virara, unlike probably most people, is impressed by Quki's tendency to overdo it when training and somewhat cautiously encourages the dangerous behavior. ● Dren Ghonne: Lonely and frail-looking, Dren met Virara in the midst of a strange engagement near the chamber of rule, beating a giant adamantoise taken in for a leve to death, hungering for tortoise soup. Dren's soup immediately got on her good side, but his past in servitude, so readily volunteered, innately struck a chord with her, being not dissimilar to her own. In an attempt to both help her new goal of using her strength for others, not merely herself, and also out of empathy for Dren, she volunteered to let him stay with her in her room at the Quicksand. ● Warren Castille: Chachanji's mentor, and thus a person who Virara innately respects. But in Virara's case, respect can sometimes also mean 'wants to drub mercilessly.' Ser Castille is a prying sort who seems to be aware that Virara came from an abnormal upbringing. She respects Warren greatly for his insight into her and wants to learn from him to better understand how he and Chachanji think, and to improve herself accordingly. ● Ha'uruh Nunh: A friend of Warren's. Virara doesn't know him well, but was startled to know he trained under the same master as Sei. She feels some curiosity as to what caused them to become so different, and wants to know more. "Howl" was strangely protective of her when she took a contract from Surge, and Virara quickly noticed his irregular behavior. ● Jancis Milburga: Virara has spoken to her a few times, and has recently become more personally involved through a medical meeting. Jancis seems to have a natural poise and ladylike nature that intrigues Virara, who does not possess the qualities herself. Yet at the same time, there are deeper similarities between the two that aren't immediately apparent. It seems very likely they will come to understand each other even better soon. Like Leanne, she has the atmosphere of an 'older sister,' if Virara had any grasp of what that actually was. ● Jajara Jara: An associate of Memeli's through her organization. Virara knows a fist fighter when she sees one, and immediately wanted to challenge her, though she held back. She seems to respect her as the first older Lalafell she had met, but sadly, Vira's intensity and lack of social awareness made for an intimidating first impression, as she is wont to do. To Virara she is a wise, older lady, and she sometimes calls Jajara Aunt, much to her chagrin. ● Chuchukepa Hohokepa: Virara met this strange man whose name is hard to say in the Coral house. Not accustomed to meeting others of her race, let alone older ones, she reacted in a similar manner to how she regarded Jajara. Naturally she was surprised to find the two not only know each other, but are very close in a way Vira scarcely understands. She sees him as fretful and meticulous, but wise about the Aether, which Virara barely understands. 'Master' Chuchukepa trains Virara in how to cook like a more sane woman. ● Bizaza Biza: Another member of Coral Sea Virara knows from a few conversations. Like Jajara, she is an older Lalafell that Virara sees as wise. She does her best to try and respect Bizaza and treat her as an elder, but this only serves to make Bizaza sigh dejectedly at unwanted reminders of her age. ● Flickering Ember: More than anything else, Virara knows the terror of living in a bestial state, half mad and concerned with only her own survival and safety. When she locks eyes with Ember and sees the raw instinct there, she feels a sense of nostalgia that epitomizes its original definition of "the pain of returning home." But as Ember grows in humanity, so too does Virara's trust in her. The fact that she fed Virara doesn't hurt. ● Surge Dravorgas: A strange Hyuran man who is abnormally interested in learning about monsters. Virara doesn't really get the importance of his research, but quickly saw him as a useful excuse to explore Eorzea and practice her skills on new, living targets. Getting paid per contract doesn't hurt either, and Surge's bizarre mannerisms perplex and amuse Virara.

Gallery

Pictures taken using my main as a model. :)

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  Virara in Limsa. She's always ready to fight. It's as natural to her as breathing.

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  Vira at sunset. The horizon makes her feel a sense of nostalgia.

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  Though incapable as a mage, she is dressed as a scholar here for some reason. :)

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  She was a magitek cyborg all along! (Not canon, but...)

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  She is bashful in girly clothes.

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  In order to feed her infinite stomach, Vira decided to get a job, but...

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  ... She ate too much of the food for the customer, so she had to gather...

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  ... And catch all her own ingredients!

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  After a long day, there is always time for more training!

Footnotes

If you like music suggestions, here are some I thought fit her a little bit.

Theme(Normal): http://www.hujiang.com/gequ/p872777/

Theme(Warm): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gYsLROvFPX0

Theme(Sad): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QJ-O-e3ETok

Theme(Tense): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=soMHx9_VhcE

Theme(Past): http://www.hujiang.com/gequ/p872167/

Theme(Master):http://www.hujiang.com/gequ/p872753/

Image Song(Vocal):https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0wWU_wfMId4

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