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| − | | name = The Treasure Faerie | + | | name = Chani Drift |
| − | | image = Missfhae.png | + | | image = Chaniferrer.png |
| − | | imagewidth = 280 | + | | imagewidth = 350 |
| − | | caption = '''I'm in the business of inquisition.''' | + | | 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 = 18 (1577) | + | | stat_1_value = Limsa Lominsa |
| | | stat_2 = Namesday | | | stat_2 = Namesday |
| − | | stat_2_value = 13th Sun of the 2nd Umbral Moon, 1559 | + | | stat_2_value = 10/03 (1559) |
| − | | stat_3 = Birthplace | + | | stat_3 = Guardian |
| − | | stat_3_value = The Black Shroud | + | | 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 = Wandering Merchant, Courier and Fence | + | | 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 = Botanist/Conjurer/Scholar | + | | 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] 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 8 ilms (Shortest) | |
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| − | :* '''Weight:''' Approx 70 ponz (Bust: 50%)
| + | ===<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] |
| − | :* '''Voice:''' [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t0kMaJNlBUs ♫] (Eleven)
| + | 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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| − | A slight sprite of a creature with an elfin countenance, Fhae is like... a ''cute shadow''... a ''wisp of smoke'', a... yeah. Shaped lithe, her muscles are wanting - though that isn't to say she lacks tone entirely, she's just built for agility; ''de''fensive, not ''of''fensive.
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| − | Her hair is a mussy skew of pink and blonde, cropped to a pixie-cut with locks left long in the front. Fhae's eyes are a luminous purple (she recalls her mother comparing their likeness to wisteria blossoms) wreathed in a long lace of lash and darkened along the corners by kohl, charred petals and/or stones. A noticeable scar tapers over Fhae's left eye (a product of her clumsiness and ill-timing.) Her skin, blemished here and there by other noteworthy injuries, is the typical Keeper complexion and as such, burns easily in sunlight.
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| − | Due to an unfortunate encounter (and narrow dodge) with a peiste in her earlier years, Fhae is missing part of her right ear (or her tail, undecided). Despite this, gemstone earrings in astral shapes hem the disparate lengths of her ears. Around her neck dangles a bell-pendant - tinkling like wind-chimes with the subtlest of movements. Fhae also commits to the time-honoured tribal paint of her people, accentuating her cheeks with blue-purple flicks and edges.
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| − | ===History=== | |
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| − | '''East Shroud. 1567.''' ''Curiousity killed the cat. Satisfaction brought her back.''
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| − | [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=STuC0Wl2Gfk ♫] Meet the philosopher. <spoiler>[[File:Eastshroud.png|right|290px|Eastshroud.png]]<center>''. . . ~ O! what a fright''
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| − | Vica'a! Risa!
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| − | ''. . . ~ Guide to grave . . .''
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| − | Muma! Pupa...
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| − | ... They're all...
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| − | ''. . . ~ O, vanish in night''
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| − | ... All...
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| − | ''. . . ~ There's nothing left to save . . .''
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| − | I'm all alone.
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| − | ''. . . ~ O! little light . . . little light . . . little . . . light . . .''</center>
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| − | Cima Fhae awoke with a start. The boughs of her perch quivered and creaked, and she thought with sleepy wonderment if her shaking was enough to tremble the entirety of a tree. ''Of course not'' she realized with the gradual re-emergence of her senses. ''A storm brews''. She reached to the vine-snare adjacent to her living-branch, retrieving and equipping her bow and quiver before descending the length of the tree with astonishing fleetness for one arising from a drowse. Her feet met the floor at the precise instant thunder shattered overhead - and had she not been in a foul mood, she would've mused (as children do) that she carried with her the weight of giants, ''even her footsteps were thunder''!
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| − | Bouncing away from her forest-fort with a whispering fare-well, Fhae attempted to free her mind of night-terrors by focusing on her objective: storms spooked the wildlife and, with the tree-leaves caught up in excited chatter for the anticipated rain, now was her chance to hunt. She had never been good at the hunt - her brothers and sisters and cousins were of the bow, she... was of the "flower." Her mother had put it kindly. Taja thought she was disgraceful. But what had she known anyway - she had all boys. Euna had been able to talk to the forest, too! But then - ''muma thought it was bugs that did it'' - Euna went deaf. ''And she couldn't teach me about the forest-talk anymore.''
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| − | Fhae halted her sprint, faced with a fork in one of the Twelveswoods' many roads. Crouched low among the brush as she contemplated, a sudden voice struck out to her. That there was even a voice ''here'' was curious enough. It was ''a man's voice''; soothing and singing over a stringed instrument of some kind. Ears cocked, she listened closely... incredulously... and with a pang found its familiarity:
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| − | <center>''~ O! little light''
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| − | ''~ Direct me stray''
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| − | ''~ O, forgetful sprite''
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| − | ''~ I'm lost on my way''</center>
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| − | ''That song'' drifted from beyond the paths, and so Fhae followed. Gentle drops of rain began their pitter-patter and the Shroud heaved a sigh.
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| − | <center>''~O! silly wight''
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| − | ''~ Faltering candle''
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| − | ''~ O, out of sight''
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| − | ''~You're quite the vandal''</center>
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| − | She felt like she was walking through a dream. And with the drop of every step, the rain picked up. But she hardly noticed.
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| − | <center>''~ O! what a fright''
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| − | ''~ Guide to grave''
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| − | ''~ O, vanish in night''
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| − | ''~ There's nothing left to save. . .''</center>
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| − | Nearly there, and Fhae was creeping with the softness of the mouse. She could make out firelight among the trees.
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| − | <center>''. . . ~ O . . . little . . . light . . .</center>
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| − | The final verse faded in a ghostly hush as she stalked out from among the branches and skirted the small campsite; analyzing the area. Her stomach tightened as she realized the only form of life there seemed to be... ''fast asleep''; a large shape, curled among blankets. The fire was flickering to a finish. ''But... who?'' Fhae felt her face contorting miserably as the tears began to well. She was defeated. Sopping wet, she moved slowly out into the openness of the glade and tip-toed to what remained of the fire, desiring warmth as she fell to an overwhelming wave of loss and self-pity. The stranger had constructed a sort of hanging-blanket (tarp) as shelter for himself and his things, and as she approached the pit she noticed a silver-bowl dangling over the dwindling flames. Sniffling, she peeked into the pot, and found her tears melted away from the wafting steam. ''Tea...'' she deduced upon further inspection, and again she was reminded of (what felt like) a life long past. ''Story-telling by moonlight with muma's tea and honey... and pupa's music...'' With a glance to her side, Fhae discovered a discarded cup among fabric-covers and stooped to pick it up. She submerged the glass, dipping it, and with the retract noticed fragments floating in the drink... but with a sniff, it smelled of nothing but peppermint. Shrugging, she sipped at the hot beverage while avoiding the foreign scraps. A tranquil warmth gradually sunk in as she swallowed the drought.
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| − | ''That music...'' Curiousity spiked, Fhae turned to examine the small grounds for the instrument she had heard. WIP</spoiler>
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| − | '''Ul'dah. 1572.''' ''War does not determine who is right - only who is left.''
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| − | [http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mVq-MU7ojVY ♫] Farewell, Fohcs.<spoiler></spoiler> | |
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| − | ===Personality===
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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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| − | :'''Interests:'''
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| − | :*Stories, fairytales
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| − | :*Treasure, baubles, antiquities
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| − | :*Horticulture
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| − | :*History, runes and ancient scripts
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| − | :*Elementals, the Twelve
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| − | <td width="15" scope="col"><td>
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| − | <td valign="top" width="400" scope="col"><div align="list">
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| − | :'''Concerns:'''
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| − | :*Beastmen, Summoners
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| − | :*Mushrooms
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| − | :*War, humanity
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| − | :*Losing/spending gil
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| − | :*Substances
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| − | <td width="30" scope="col"><td>
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| − | <td valign="top" width="400" scope="col"><div align="list">
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| − | :'''Skills:'''
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| − | :*Forest-speak, affinity for nature
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| − | :*Playing the lute
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| − | :*Amateur defensive and regenerative magic
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| − | :*Survivability, adaptability
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| − | :*Abstract-thinking
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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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| − | </div></td>
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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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| − | ====Inspiration====
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| − | * The Duo - [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/L%C3%A9on:_The_Professional The Professional]
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| − | * Fohcs - [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gurney_Halleck Gurney Halleck]
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| − | * Stray Cat - [http://disney.wikia.com/wiki/Thomas_O%27Malley O'Malley the Alley Cat]
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| − | ====Wanted for Interesting Roleplay====
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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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| − | ''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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| − | ===Images===
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| − | ====Art====
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| − | * [http://postimg.org/image/ilhy7vsaf// ”Is life always this hard, or is it just when you’re a kid?”] <spoiler>
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| − | [[File:Fhaesmoke.png]]</spoiler>
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| − | ====In-Game====
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| − | * Beta <spoiler>[[File:Fhaeadventure.png]]</spoiler>
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