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A Seeker of the Sun exiled from her tribe due to her passion for technology, Kitty was left to a life of crime and poverty on the streets of Ul'dah until by happenstance, she formed ties with an underground crime syndicate. About
Error creating thumbnail: File missing C'therin--or Kitty, as she usually goes by--stands tall for a female Miqo'te at 5'2" with a frame that is slender and fairly toned, with just enough meat on her bones for some womanly curves and average-sized breasts. Her skin is bronze and tanned, marred with several light scars across her body, though none of them particularly stand out. Her hair is black and straight, falling to just below her shoulder blades and typically separated into several braids and ponytails, often adorned with beads and feathers. Her bangs are cut choppy and a bit uneven across her forehead. The fur of her ears and tail are the same silky black as her hair, ears pierced several times and nicked in a few places, her tail long and slender with short fur. Someone who is not a stranger to handling both weaponry and machinery, her palms are rough and calloused, fingernails kept cut short. Afflicted with her heterochromia, her left eye is a golden brown and her right an earthy green, both possessing the telltale slitted pupils of the Seekers of the Sun. Her eyebrows are thin and dark, arched above her large, round eyes, lined with long eyelashes and a smudge of black eyeliner. Tribal face paint in an off-white color adorns her cheeks, covering most of the natural, brown Seeker stripes with two stripes on each side, running from her jaw across her cheek to end in points at the bridge of her nose. Above the stripes, three white dots are painted below her eyes on either side, another three circles above her left eyebrow, though they are mostly hidden beneath her bangs. She has a heart-shaped face with a small, pointed nose and thin lips, glossy and just a couple shades darker than the rest of her skin. She opts for clothing that is flattering to her figure but still practical, suited for moving freely and enduring the heat of Ul'dah. Skirts and dresses are rarely a part of her wardrobe, and while none of her outfits are terribly revealing, she's not overly concerned with modesty, either. Black, golds, purples, and browns seem to be her colors of choice, the fabric of her clothing typically cotton or leather. She does not wear any sort of armor, preferring the freedom, flexibility, and comfort of normal clothing instead. Her style is not particularly girly, shying away from frills and lace and anything delicate or dainty. She almost always has a pistol and dagger at her side, and typically has even more weapons stashed away somewhere on her person or in her satchel. Speech: Kitty speaks in a tribal accent, often rolling her r's and slurring her words slightly, sometimes speaking with a bit of a hiss or purr every now and then. Her grasp of grammar isn't the best, and she sometimes struggles with large or unfamiliar words. Profanity and slang are not uncommon within her speech. Error creating thumbnail: File missing Kitty's life and character has long since been shaped by the motivation of survival. It was ingrained in her by her tribe as they banded together to survive the harshness of the Sagoli desert, and it became her life's purpose when she was cast alone at a young age onto the crowded and unkind streets of Ul'dah. She has learned to be wary and suspicious of everyone, no matter who they are, even if she keeps up a friendly facade with them. She is vigilant, searching for any signs of deceit or ill will from others and constantly on edge no matter how relaxed she may seem. Due to her wariness, she has a curious nature, wishing to know plenty about the people around her. She does her best to hide any weakness and reveal very little about her true self, often getting flustered or embarrassed when she fails in this and shows any sort of insecurity or attachment to any person or idea. In social interactions, she was taught the hard way to walk the thin line between not coming across as naive or a pushover, or not being too abrasive with others and earning their ire, a careful balance to keep for her own survival. She is generally friendly with others, but she can get rather feisty if the person in question is making threats or being obnoxiously rude in general, not the type to take nonsense from others. When words get her nowhere, she's not afraid to come to blows, but she's been doing her best in more recent times to "behave" and not cause any undue trouble. She has a bit of a temper and can act rashly when provoked despite her best efforts to only pick worthwhile fights. Otherwise, however, she is a very laidback and easygoing person. She is a bit of hedonist and enjoys the earthly pleasures of life, from sex with men and women alike, to alcohol, to drugs, to smoking, to a nice meal. While she's learned how to sate her appetites with a minimal amount of gil, she certainly doesn't mind some extra coin to spend. She's a free spirit and independent person who does not like to be tied down with responsibilities or controlling attitudes from others. Her time spent homeless in Pearl Lane has left her with some questionable morals, not above using or hurting others if necessary to survive or get ahead, or selling services some would find immoral or degrading. She is not proud of the things she has done for gil or food, but she also feels no remorse nor shame, deeming them acts that were necessary and pragmatic. She believes most things are justified if they were done to get by, but she does draw the line on acts that completely ignore another's freedoms and consent, such as slavery and sexual assault. While kind enough to help out in a person in need if it's no great risk to herself, she can often seem unsympathetic to others' plights if she believes it's something they could fix themselves or something she considers part of the usual woes of life. She can be somewhat closed-minded or presumptuous about other races and cultures or any individual who falls outside the 'norm' in anyway, having spent almost all of her life in Thanalan mostly either with her tribe or keeping others at a careful distance. Due to her lack of a proper education, her understanding of most more advanced subjects unrelated to technology is poor, but she is not dim-witted, quick to think on her feet and in possession of "street smarts." Now that her circumstances have improved and she has a roof above her head and food in her belly, she is trying to lead a more "righteous" life, free of harming anyone who doesn't deserve it or selling herself for coin, able to finally focus her ambitions on her dream of learning to be an engineer and inventor. She often keeps her aspirations a secret for fear they will seem naive or lead someone to take advantage of them, but when the topic does creep up, she is happy and dreamy, genuine and almost childlike in her excitement.
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Warning! Ael's story involves mention of death, murder, injury, violence, suicide, and familial abuse. Please read at your own risk if you are sensitive to such themes. Error creating thumbnail: File missing Aelius was born the first--and for a long time only--child to a respected Garlean military general by the name of Stanislas Corinthius and his noblewoman wife. Stanislas was often busy with work, leaving Aelius to be raised primarily by his mother and the household staff. When Aelius was only four years old, his father embarked on an undercover mission into Eorzea that would take two decades. At the time, the young Aelius didn't know the duration or scope of his father's mission, and if his mother did, she certainly didn't inform the small child. With his memories of his father so sparse and from such an early age, most of Ael's knowledge of his father came from his mother and his father's acquaintances. It always seemed to be only good things, tales of his father's accomplishments in war, praise for his calmness and intellect, stories of his prowess in battle and his combat abilities. The young Aelius was of course enamored with the stories, unable to get enough of them. His father was a hero in his eyes, and like most sons, he aspired to be just like him. He missed his father, and every day he watched his mother struggle and try to hide her tears at night, but life went on and he grew older. When he had learned to read, he began studying diligently. When he was able to pick up a weapon, he began training endlessly. As soon as he was old enough, he enlisted in the Garlean military, and quickly climbed up the ranks. Aelius dedicated his life to his military career and his training, allowing little distraction. As tempting as women and drink and coin proved to be for the young man, he held to his priorities. And yet, every victory, each accomplishment and promotion felt hollow. They either fell short of his father's achievements, or they were credited to him simply being his father's son rather than his own hard work and talents. It only drove him to try harder and climb higher, catching him in an endless cycle. Now an adult, he learned more about his father's work in Eorzea. To keep his cover in Eorzea, Stanislas had taken a wife in Gridania, even sired another child with her, a daughter. The news left Aelius bitter and conflicted. The father who'd been absent his whole life, who he had longed to meet, had been spending time with another family. Was the man even as grand as everyone else had always made him out to be? Rather than face the questions, Aelius threw himself even more into his work to keep his mind occupied. Slowly but surely, his goal shifted from being just like his father to being better than his father. When he was 24, the Calamity struck in Eorzea, and his life in Garlemald changed, too, when his father returned, Stanislas's work in Eorzea ended. For his dedication to Garlemald and the invaluable work he had accomplished, Ael's father was promoted to the rank of Legatus, the commander of his own legion within the Garlean army. Aelius's reunion with his father was hardly heartwarming. Stanislas van Corinthius had barely gotten settled in and exchanged pleasantries with his now adult son before he challenged him to a spar to test his son's competence. Stanislas did not go easy on his son, and the match came to a swift end when Aelius took a blow from his father's blade to his face. The strike left a nasty wound, a permanent, jagged scar stretching diagonally from Aelius's jaw to his cheek, a constant reminder of his failing. But despite it all, the family was reformed. Stanislas quickly conceived another child with his wife--a son by the name of Valerius. With Stanislas still ever busy with work even after his homecoming, Aelius found himself helping his mother to raise the infant when his own work and training didn't occupy his time, though he did still find time to get to know his father and spend time at last with the man he'd heard so much about. Ael soon earned a place as a trusted leader within his father's legion. However, it seemed Eorzea could not be left in the past and forgotten. Only four cycles after his homecoming, Stanislas's aspirations of conquest and power took him back to Eorzea, where he admitted he still had loose ends to tie. While he had otherwise destroyed any evidence of his stay in Eorzea, he had not been able to take the life of his daughter, Faye Covington. He planned to rectify this folly, either by bringing her back to Garlemald to make her a proper member of his family, or by ending her life if she refused. And refuse she did, pleading for another option, and Stanislas begrudgingly complied. He spared her life for the time being, but under the condition that she would give him whatever information he desired and do his bidding. Stanislas van Corinthius soon called his son to join in his work, and Aelius set off for Eorzea, taking with him as his assistant a woman by the name of Lucretia Devereux who was highly impressed with his military career and eager to pledge her loyalty to him and the Corinthius family. Aelius was tasked with looking after Faye, ensuring she complied with their father's orders and did not flee. He infiltrated her free company, the Harbingers of Dawn, taking the persona of Ael, a bastard mercenary from Limsa Lominsa. Having no choice but to be so wholly dedicated to his faux persona for so long, Ael actually found some enjoyment in playing the part of the crass mercenary that allowed him to be much more relaxed and carefree than his disciplined life in Garlemald had ever let him. He found the people of Eorzea to be... strange, to say the least. While he did not feel he'd been misled in the slightest with all the tales he'd heard of the barbarism, as he lived among them and fought alongside them, he was surprised to find himself sympathizing with some of them. Faye in particular caught him off guard with her cunning and composure, but he credited that to the Garlean blood that flowed her veins and all the time she'd spent with their father, who she was indeed much like. Lucretia even eventually questioned his loyalty, afraid he'd become too empathetic with the Eorzeans and lost sight of their mission, threatening to kill him if he proved to be treacherous, but he managed to convince her to let go of her worries. While he was highly skeptical of Faye and harboring more than a little resentment toward her, he did his best to embrace his father's desire to welcome her into their family. She did seem to be a fine fit and a potentially valuable addition. Faye, however, was resistant, bitter and spiteful toward Stanislas and Aelius both, and reluctant to submit to their orders. For nearly two tense cycles, Ael worked undercover in the Harbingers, sabotaging them or setting up an ambush whenever his father bade, and monitoring Faye who herself had little choice but to give their father whatever information he desired and heed his commands. Aelius and Lucretia eventually became lovers, despite the taboo of their ranks, able to trust and depend only upon each other in this foreign land. Stanislas took a particular interest in the original founder of Harbingers of Dawn and the person Faye considered a brother of sorts, Zularti Vensar, tasking Aelius with befriending the man and manipulating him for their cause. Things soon took a turn for the worst. Aelius had underestimated Faye and just how ruthless and clever the half-blooded woman could be, along with the strength and conviction of the Harbingers of Dawn. Stanislas's two most-esteemed generals were consecutively killed by the Harbingers of Dawn, the first losing his life after he had captured Faye's husband Val Nunh, and in the battle to rescue Val, Zularti perished saving the others. Zul had already played his role in the Garlean's plan, but his death was Faye's breaking point and the end of her forced loyalty. She announced Aelius as a suspected traitor, and he was arrested by the Harbingers of Dawn, narrowly managing to later escape captivity thanks to the help of his father's second general, the man who had helped raise Aelius in his father's absence, who lost his life holding off the Harbingers so Ael could flee. Aelius considered himself a failure and responsible for their deaths, a notion Stanislas agreed with, if beating Ael and leaving him for dead in the snow of Coerthas was any indication. But Faye was not finished with her rebellion and the Harbingers of Dawn had a score to settle. They confronted Stanislas, barely managing to slay him and taking heavy injuries of her own. Aelius was furious and distraught to learn the news. His father, his idol, was dead, stricken down by their own blood who they had tried so hard to make a part of their family. Lost and confused as he was, he knew what he must do through the haze of anger and despair. He ordered Lucretia to return to Garlemald, and when she protested, they found the compromise that she'd return first thing in the morning and Aelius would soon follow. Aelius had no intention of keeping up his end of the bargain, however. He penned a final letter to his mother back in Garlemald, and he set off for Thanalan, to watch and wait at the scene where his father had been slain. Just as he had expected, Faye soon returned to the scene of her crime once her injuries had healed enough for her travel. Significantly smaller and physically weaker than the seasoned soldier and still very wounded, Faye had no hope of escaping Aelius as he caught her off guard and grabbed her. He dragged her toward Highbridge, taking every opportunity to inflict pain upon her, to make her suffer for misdeeds, to punish her for each attempt to fight back or flee. She managed to call the Harbingers for aid over her linkpearl before he could snatch it from her, but he didn't much care. The Harbingers caught up with them right as they reached the bridge, surrounding them upon it. Aelius backed to the edge of the bridge, threatening to toss Faye over. The Harbingers pressed closer and he made good on his threat, tossing Faye over the edge, though unfortunately, a pesky dragoon managed to save her from the fall. Left without his hostage to hide behind or bargain, a hulking Roegadyn swung his axe straight for Aelius's midsection in a golf swing that would send him flying, and strangely, Aelius did nothing to attempt to block or evade it. In fact, the faintest of smirks rested upon his lips as he went soaring through the air and disappeared into the fog beneath the bridge. The Harbingers sought to retrieve his body and confirm his death, but were disrupted by the fire of a hidden sniper--Lucretia had disobeyed his orders and remained in Eorzea after all. By the time they were able to safely reach the ground below and pinpoint the location of his fall, his body was gone. Lucretia had dragged off his severely injured and barely living form, tending to his wounds as best as she could before she could find a proper doctor to treat him. Once he was stabilized, he was transferred to the snowy wastelands of Coerthas were the two could safely hide. Aelius was unconscious for some time, comatose, but Lucretia tended to him and his slow and painful recovery. Even after he awoke, it was weeks before he could move much, and many moons before he was no longer bedridden. He'd lost a leg to the trauma of the fall, but managed to elicit the aid of a fellow Garlean he'd met while in Eorzea who happened to be a Magitek engineer. The man crafted him a prosthetic leg with the promise that Aelius would owe him work once he was physically able. Aelius was certain things would have been better if he had died in the fall. On top of the physical pain that plagued his every moment, he was ashamed, humiliated not only by failing his father, his family, and his country, but now being entirely useless and dependent, the burden falling on of all people, the woman for whom he was meant to provide. He struggled every sun first to sit up, then to stand, then to walk, and then to work and fight. Every second hurt his body and pride in equal measure, but he could not afford to keep being such a burden. Aelius continues to strive to regain even a margin of the strength and skill once he had, continuing to lie low in the north with Lucretia, keeping to himself and remaining secretive of his true identity. He refuses to return to Garlemald, unable to face his shortcomings there and content to let his people think him dead instead, but knows he is still at risk in Eorzea. He is lost in his faith and loyalty, spurned by Garlemald and Eorzea both. But what does loyalty matter? Simply trying to live in his current state takes up all the time and energy he could ever afford to such things. Stories are in chronological order.
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