Sleepy Cat
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Personality/Basic Info Sleepy is reasonably suspicious of most who approach her, preferring to make the first move: having spent the majority of her life as an untraceable ghost living on the peripherals of society, people approaching her usually meant trouble. To those that pass her initial appraisal, however, she is a warm and caring individual, always concerning herself with the welfare of others she considers even acquaintances. Those who have seen her off her guard are usually treated to a showing of a deep and enthusiastic love of life, an aloof and easily flattered sort that handles her burdens with ease. The few that manage to draw her ire, however, see a much different woman.
Sleepy's body (or arms, as most would see) is covered in a variety of small nicks and scars, the scar along her face being the largest and most noticeable. She is athletic, loves climbing and balancing on things, and enjoys the company of those she considers friends. She has a nearly insatiable curiosity which can sometimes land her in trouble, but one that lends itself well to any pursuits of justice she finds herself embarking on. She's little love for most authority, having seen enough of the worst of Ul'dahn society to convince her that her more vigilante aims are for the benefit of the community. Some would note Sleepy's somewhat chaotic speech patterns: switching between scholarly and streetwise almost on a whim. She attributes this to her many years spent people-watching, though she tends to be at her most scholarly only in good spirits and good company.
Full Character Background (read at own risk) Though possessing a relaxed demeanour and preferring the company of books and tomes to people in most cases, her armor and her greatsword stand at odds with the assumption that she is some mere academic enthusiast. Rumors tell of a woman on the hunt, a self-styled vigilante wielding arcane powers, who allows nothing to stand in the way of helping her fellows and righting wrongs. Still others tell of an aloof, clumsy and melodramatic miqo'te who is a horrible flirt and possessing zero social grace of her own. All that is certain is Sleepy seems perfectly comfortable with the resultant obscurity surrounding her, wearing it as a cloak.
The history of the matter is barely a moon after her birth, the miqo'te who would come to be known as Sleepy Cat was orphaned in an attack on the caravan she and her mother were travelling on. That she managed to somehow survive the ordeal unharmed and eventually be found by a small band of refugees spoke of her uncanny luck in all things. The remainder of her childhood would see her passed along to many families scattered around Thanalan: often named, but never settling into one, a wandering child fond of climbing things and stealing books for her own perusal. As she matured into adolescence, she had trained up a certain set of skills that made her a very accomplished pickpocket. She would not realize this until one day, witnessing a brazen theft from her current adoptive family, managed to steal back the items and some things of value besides before the would-be bandit had managed to return to his fellows. It had taught her many things: the plight of her fellow displaced citizens, the depravity of some, and the indifference of the so called "nobility". More than that, however, was the realisation that she had power in this: power to help those who were in need. She didn't know what to do with it at first, but could not stand by while suffering surrounded her. Eventually, she met a small crew of like-minded individuals, who together formed a group known as the "Coeurl Kissers", after a member's daring tale. The group targeted wealthy merchant caravans, employing various distractions and methods to lift cargo or goods and convert it into aid for their communities. As time went on, Sleepy Cat noticed that she was much unlike her fellows: repulsed by the advances of the young boys she knew, unsure what to make of her heritage as a Seeker, and while she held some romantic interest in other girls, it was fleeting, never surviving more than a few suns, with rare exceptions. She spoke little, save for the few group veterans who had bothered to get to know her. Despite her friendships, she continually felt like an outsider, as one utterly alone. The Calamity only served to compound that fact, the catastrophic event scattering the Coeurl Kissers to the winds. Sleepy had thought that perhaps her life would take on a much more interesting direction after Eorzea recovered from the terrifying ordeal. Perhaps in another time, it had. But as it stood, three summers on, she had gone from cutpurse to pugilist to conjurer, attempting to find herself again. By some stroke of luck, she lent her novice efforts to a very familiar casualty, finding herself drawn back into the Coeurl Kissers, who had revitalised themselves in the wake of the Calamity. It was a short time after that the group recruited another conjurer into the fold: one Sleepy immediately found herself developing strange new feelings for. The two became best friends in short order. Like Sleepy, she had no real name and no knowledge of her lineage. Like Sleepy, she was often an outcast: strange, in all the right ways. The two seemed to share an enthusiasm for conjury, one that drew them closer, and still closer. Where before, Sleepy had only thought about the day after the next at most, she began to plan grand things: wandering Eorzea as a healer, providing aid to those in need. All of this, by the nameless woman's side. Perhaps she would shed her own name, as well. As the aims of the Coeurl Kissers grew, so too did the list of potential enemies. After a series of mysterious botched jobs, Sleepy, the woman, and many of her friends took a task that promised to be simple: They would observe the dealings of a third party from a distance, intervening if things turned sour. Unknown to Sleepy's group, the job turned out to be a setup: betrayed by one of their own, hunters descended on the group with the aims to kill them off. Only Sleepy and the woman managed to escape being immediately caught out and killed, but their pursuers gave chase. In an effort to ensure one of them survived, the woman pleaded that Sleepy let her stand her ground while she ran to safety. Sleepy refused... and was knocked away, forced to watch as the woman left to die on her own terms. Overwhelmed and numbed, she ran. She would find nowhere was safe for her. Nowhere but the far North, the cold of Coerthas, where she would grieve for all she had lost. In her mind, she had died that night, as well. As for what happened between then and when she would return to Thanalan, none but Sleepy know the whole truth. Relationships
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