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| − | | name = "Blinny" the Treasure Faerie | + | | name = Chani Drift |
| − | | image = Fhaesmoke.png | + | | image = Chaniferrer.png |
| − | | imagewidth = 450 | + | | imagewidth = 350 |
| − | | caption = [http://postimg.org/image/ilhy7vsaf// ”Is life always this hard, or is it just when you’re a kid?”] | + | | caption = Imp o' the Sea |
| − | | title = Your Go-To Girl!
| + | | title = [http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4b1wt3-zpzQ Theme Song: Little Greenback] |
| | | gender = Female | | | gender = Female |
| − | | citizenship = Unknown | + | | citizenship = Drifter |
| | | race = Miqo'te | | | race = Miqo'te |
| | | clan = Keeper of the Moon | | | clan = Keeper of the Moon |
| − | | stat_1 = Age | + | | stat_1 = Birthplace |
| − | | stat_1_value = 15 at ARR | + | | stat_1_value = Limsa Lominsa |
| | | stat_2 = Namesday | | | stat_2 = Namesday |
| − | | stat_2_value = 13th Sun of the 2nd Umbral Moon | + | | stat_2_value = 10/03 (1559) |
| − | | stat_3 = Birthplace | + | | stat_3 = Guardian |
| − | | stat_3_value = Gridania | + | | stat_3_value = [[Llymlaen, the Navigator]] |
| − | | stat_4 = Guardian | + | | stat_4 = Occupation |
| − | | stat_4_value = Nymeia, the Spinner | + | | stat_4_value = <strike>Thief</strike> for Hire |
| − | | stat_5 = Occupation | + | | stat_5 = Player |
| − | | stat_5_value = ... Mer... chant... Delivery girl! | + | | stat_5_value = [http://ffxiv-roleplayers.com/member.php?action=profile&uid=762 Kitty Wizard] |
| − | | stat_6 = Class/Job | + | | stat_6 = Server |
| − | | stat_6_value = Subject to change: Scholar, Alchemist, Botanist | + | | stat_6_value = Balmung |
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| − | {{Character-stub}}
| + | '''Chani Drift''' is a simple stray with a<strike>n unhealthy obsession</strike> love of three things: games, money and booze. Career-wise, she considers herself a specialist in the procurement and trade of goods. You want it, she can find it. At a price. |
| − | '''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?"'' |
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| − | <center>''"Is it a needful thing?"''</center> | + | ===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #55a5bd;font-size:11px;color:#d5dada;">Basic Info</div>=== |
| | + | : [http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vEtbfzMLVWU Stray Cat Strut] |
| | + | She's a small, shapely thing - a once gawky foundation turned to womanform. Or turning, judging by the chub of her cheeks and occasional stumbles, fumbles and tumbles (she's a ditsy helmsman). Her voice is bubbly and boisterous (inside voice? what inside voice?) and her tongue as foul as a sailor's. A tad of fire touches her blonde hair and her eyes are the sky and the sea. Beyond that, no real noteworthy brands. She's got a dim-witted smile though. |
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| − | ===Basic Info=== | + | ===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #55a5bd;font-size:11px;color:#d5dada;">History</div>=== |
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| + | : [http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TLV4_xaYynY All Along the Watchtower] |
| − | [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vEtbfzMLVWU Theme Song] | + | Chani grew up as a typical Lominsan youth: playing pirates, pulling pranks on tourists, pissing off the deckhands... She was happy (even with three older brothers tormenting her mercilessly.) Unfortunately her mother caught a cold, and it developed, and one can see where this leads to. Except before her passing, their was hope. An expensive one. The family's father (a failing merchant) said ''"'Ey!"''... and turned to gambling. If he could just get that jackpot! Needles to say, he racked up some serious monetary debts (the drinking didn't help). And when the hope faded and the family should've moved on... well, he approached a pirate gang for financial assistance. Except after a while the benefactors suspected the father was attempting to weasel out of his servitude, and so the Knights of Barracuda were anonymously tipped off on a "major pirate den" at Chani's residence. Acting on this information, the Knights ransacked the place, setting it ablaze and arresting the three brothers. Luckily (or not so?), Chani's escape was masked by the ensuing takedown of her brothers. As for the fate of her father... well, none of it she's very sure on. And as there's nothing she's been able to do (or find) in the ten years since, Chani has drifted on with her life. |
| − | :* '''Height:''' 4 fulms 5 ilms (Growing, requires moar fertilizer) | |
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| − | :* '''Weight:''' Approx 70 ponz (She's actually a feather in cat's pajamas)
| + | ===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #55a5bd;font-size:11px;color:#d5dada;">Personality</div>=== |
| − | | + | : [http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rMbATaj7Il8 Born to be Wild] |
| − | 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?"
| + | A loudmouth and tomfool, Chani is knowledge-starved and thrill-seeking. Trouble's her name and danger's her game. She acts out of her best interests and isn't above pushing someone under the choco-coach if it means another day of life in her lungs. I advise you to watch your pockets around this one: what's yours is hers, and what's hers is hers. And expect the unexpected. Or maybe she's predictably unpredictable. Good luck! |
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| − | 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.
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| − | If I get to pick a pig-tail hairstyle in character customization, that's what she's getting.
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| − | 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.
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| − | Due to a "misunderstanding" of... some variety, Fhae had the tips of her ears and tail cut off and now they're... pretty stubby. She pretends it is not so.
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| − | Besides that, she adorns what remains of her ears with two bulbous earrings - a waning red moon on the left and blazing blue sun on the right. These shapes and their colours represent the loss of her anonymous mother, the moon, and father-figure, her sun. 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.
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| − | ===History=== | |
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| − | Fhae was born in Gridania in the year 1562. Her mother died from giving birth and Fhae still doesn't understand why her mother even bothered migrating to the city-state in the first place if she was just going to up and die on her. Was that her idea of a better life? Fhae scoffs.
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| − | The white mages, being all righteous and such, sheltered Fhae the orphan and eventually an apprenticeship was attempted. Except Fhae didn't have a knack for that text-book-repeat-after-me-teacher's-pet stuff so the lessons ended at eight years. Her talents lay in the talk-of-the-town, reconnaissance on the adventurers and the happenings of the world. One conversation led to another and at ten-or-so-years-old, Fhae found herself leaving her home-state with a particularly tough-looking Roegadyn "explorer" (who was stoned out of his gourd and thought she could make a half-decent lackey). He took her to the hustley-bustley desert city of commerce, where she learned a thing or two or several (and information she doesn't relay readily and neither will I.)
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| − | Then there was the port-city, and she got her first taste of the salt-breeze. What I mean is her first gulp of sea-water. She sailed on ship after ship as a deckhand, and then she was among pirates! My, it all escalated so quickly. She wasn't an exceptional sailor in any regard and had a tendency to get sea-sick. On a positive note, she loved the minstrel ladies and lads aboard those ships, and got to visit exotic lands! In any case, they returned to the port eventually and the Mister Sea Wolf left her behind not shortly after (not that cruelly, though she kind of sees it as so - it was a voyage, and he couldn't afford to bring a kid along).
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| − | He never came back. So, through her "connections" and her "friends" she established something of a life for herself, and mostly sticks to her own company. She listens, though. She's always listening. And wandering.
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| − | ====Passages====
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| − | :* '''1562'''. The Fray - [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GJY8jJkDoMY Faces Are Ugly, When You're Alone] | |
| − | <spoiler>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.
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| − | "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.
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| − | "Q-Quiet. She's... quiet." Was the cloak's reply; apparently distracted by the "absence" of the body on the delivery table.
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| − | "A Keeper of the Moon." The midwife breathed, sighing her strain to the night.
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| − | "A blood-moon." The hood answered frostily. "Nymeia pricks herself upon the spindle and frays the weave."
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| − | "Spare me your superstitions, child. The mother - who was she?"
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| − | "She gave nothing save her name... and pleaded '''help''.'"
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| − | The midwife shambled tiredly towards Ailis and lay a red finger atop the infant's forehead.
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| − | "Then we will help her. What was the name?"
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| − | "Cima Fhae."</spoiler>
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| − | :* '''1570'''. Artless - [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gOqblSqx_VI You're Nearly A Good Laugh] | |
| − | <spoiler>"... 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, and an easy one at that. A moment passed.
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| − | And then a snore erupted from Fhae, age eight.
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| − | 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.
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| − | "Wha..- Owww! ... Ailis? Oh... Gods be fair... It's a nightmare." Fhae looked up to hold Ailis's glare with the remark; wide-eyed, deliberate and challenging.
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| − | "Shut it child, you're in the waking world - and mine at that. Now what is that rune?" She flicked her wand in the direction of the illustration without looking at it - and Fhae noted the sparkle of contempt in the Mage's eye as she watched her.
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| − | Fhae heaved a sighed and gave her own eyes a sleepy rub before peering at the hanging scroll. ''Emphasis on the center...'' "Rune of 'sight', Miss."
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| − | "Focus, actually." Ailis smirked.
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| − | "Same fecking difference, I'm sure." She countered with a yawn, shrugging back into her seat.
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| − | "I don't know where a Miqo'te of eight picks up this sort of slander, and I don't '''want''' to know. You ought to consider yourself blessed, girl. Why the guild would even '''bother''' trying to teach someone so dense and lost as-"
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| − | Fhae cleared her throat, her hand meekly raised. "Um... Miss?" She cast a sidelong glance and pitched her voice - it was so much sweetly delivered as a sweetheart.
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| − | "Simply a question, but mind telling me what's been stuck up your arse these past eight years? There's been whisperings among the school of a certain "sadistic sicko" and... well, I feel as though we've struck the bulls-eye here. I mean, I saw the way you smiled right now, and that glow in your eyes-!... You must be having '''a lot''' of fun, huh?" And then Fhae stared up at her instructor with an innocent blink. Once. Twice. But she almost lost it.
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| − | It was like Ailis had a full-body twitch. Fhae tried not to laugh out loud. And my, did she turn red. "Get. Out." The White Mage rumbled - and if her eyes had been daggers, well...
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| − | "Gladly, Ailis." And she did. And that was the end of that. ''It's all billy-goat shite anyway.''</spoiler>
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| − | :* '''1572'''. Cranberries and Walnuts - x
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| − | :* '''1573'''. Shine in the Buff - [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Time_of_the_Season Promised Lands]
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| − | <spoiler>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.
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| − | 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.
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| − | "D'ya sees it, Fhae? Ov'r there, nay far off now!"
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| − | ''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.
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| − | 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"...
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| − | 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?''
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| − | "Can we disembark Fohcs? Can we?" She blurted with a sudden wave of anticipation - anticipation for... something, something she felt there.
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| − | "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."
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| − | She sucked in a sharp breath, excitement thrown to the back-burner.
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| − | "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.
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| − | "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."
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| − | ''Whatever you say.'' With a look back to the drowning island, "Fohcs, tell me of this place."
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| − | "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 'ome t' faeries, Fhae." TBC.</spoiler>
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| − | :* '''1575'''. Farewell, Fohcs - x
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| − | :* '''1576'''. Senseless - ''what a long, strange trip it's been.'' | |
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| − | :* '''1577'''. Faeries and Tails - ''the adventure begins.''
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| − | ===Personality===
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| − | [http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/LittleMissBadass Little Miss Badass Trope]
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| − | :'''Alignment:''' [http://easydamus.com/chaoticneutral.html Chaotic Neutral] ... Maybe evil. Dunno?
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| − | "What a... dreadful girl."
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| − | A mouse of a Miqo'te under every-day circumstances: 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 if she's feeling polite, but typically... offensive. And unpleasant (ex: smiling is a rarity/the frowniest of frowns, smirks and sneers are commonplace). You're only her friend if you're a benefit. Or if she's high as an airship.
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| − | Fhae experiences anxiety in the lime-light and digs the night for its absence of folk and blurring of identity. Of people, she 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.
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| − | 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 (some kitties just wanna see the world burn; Fhae's an anarchist) and cultures to name a few, but street-smart and savvy with things like botany and mechanics. She displays interest in chemistry and history. She learns by physical and verbal means but can't seem to get her head around a book.
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| − | <table width="845" border="0" style="position:list"><tr>
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| − | <td valign="top" width="400" scope="col"><div align="left">
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| − | :'''Likes:'''
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| − | :*Freedom
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| − | :*Music and instruments
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| − | :*Logic... and fairytales! But don't get the two confused.
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| − | :*Destruction, mischief and mayhem
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| − | :*Math, odd numbers
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| − | :'''Dislikes:'''
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| − | :*Studying (which she associates with books; poor reader)
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| − | :*Authority and law
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| − | :*The righteous and holy
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| − | :*Losing/spending gil
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| − | :*Culture, religion
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| − | :'''Interests:'''
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| − | :*Horticulture
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| − | :*Alchemy
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| − | :*Treasure, shinies, rares
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| − | :*History
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| − | :*Tinkering: bombs and toys, sometimes a two in one
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| − | :'''Weaknesses:'''
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| − | :*Physical strength
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| − | :*(Debatably) latent temper/irritability
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| − | :*Substances/Addiction
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| − | :*Bards, adventurers, explorers
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| − | :*Silver-tongues
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| − | </tr></table>
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| − | ===Affiliations===
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| − | Finders, Keepers.
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| − | :* Eyrifohc Styrsyn: "Fohcs."
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| − | :* [[Melle Cranberry]]:
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| − | ===Other Notes===
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| − | [http://ffxiv-roleplayers.com/showthread.php?tid=2331 RP Preferences]
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| − | :'''Character Inspiration:''' [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/L%C3%A9on:_The_Professional Mathilda Lando] [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alia_Atreides Alia of the Knife] [http://disney.wikia.com/wiki/Thomas_O%27Malley O'Malley the Alley Cat] [http://gunslingergirl.wikia.com/wiki/Triela Triela] [http://kick-ass.wikia.com/wiki/Hit-Girl Hit-Girl] [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hanna_film Hanna Heller]
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| − | Fhae operates under the guise of a "courier." In sketchier scenarios, she claims to be the "runner" or "fence." In both cases she is the "middle man." She refers to her occupation as "Finders, Keepers," and can be discovered through grapevine marketing. A friend of a friend of a friend of yours. To hire, it is encouraged that you send word (safely) through friends or via carrier pigeon (except Fhae can't read...). Or something. Will work out the details on a later date.
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| − | 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.
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| − | 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 I'm gearing her more towards Scholar meow) and will be making appearances in small doses (I'm hoping medium doses, but...), due to the nature of her business and anti-personality.
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| − | ====Wares====
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| − | [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=enTaNewQttI ♫]
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| − | :* "Exotics," which kind of/not really entail the below
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| − | :* Antiques and counterfeits
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| − | :* Substances; drugs; medicines - organic/chemical
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| − | :* Weapons - explosives
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| − | :* Companions (I'm talking about those parrots with the funny feathers)
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| − | ====Wanted for Interesting Roleplay====
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| − | ''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!''
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| − | ::* '''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.
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| − | ::* '''Law enforcement-types:''' The law and Fhae don't really see eye-to-eye.
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| − | ::* '''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.
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| − | ::* '''Tutor:''' Someone to teach Fhae how to read print and rune.
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| − | ::* '''Jeweler:''' To make her gemstones into jewelry for easy, prettier summonings.
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