Cinnabar Prentice

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Cinnabar Prentice
"Brighter days... right?"
Gender	Female
Race	Roegadyn
Clan	Hellsguard
Citizenship	Uncertain
Age	22
Nameday	23rd Sun of the 5th Astral Moon
Martial Status	In a Relationship
Occupation	Wanderer, Adventurer
Free Company	Knights of Eorzea
Server	Balmung

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Introduction

Hyur-raised at the eastern foothills of Mor Dhona between the Black Shroud and Thanalan, Cinnabar Prentice is a passionate, if atypically introverted, roegadyn. The influences for such were seeded from early childhood, in a tumultuous series of abandonment and loss of family members- eventually leaving a young Cinnabar alone in the Thanalan desert sprawl.

Years of life in the otherwise unforgiving desertlands had found Cinnabar a survivor yet, applying her inherent brawn toward manual labor and back-alley fisticuffs for a pittance of gil. It wasn't until she was accepted into a community house that her lot in life had improved over a decade of such living, finding not only steady employment and her own bed, but friends and a blossoming love interest.

Spirits rekindled, Cinnabar found the inspiration to train her hand with the Lancer's Guild by gift of a spear from a sympathetic, elezen warrior- and with no purpose other than to defend that which she had gained. Alas, while accomplished she'd proven to be in her time in the Shroud among Lancers and Wailers, she returned home after several moons to find all traces of her home erased.

Today, she is once more on her own in the world. Nevertheless, with leathers on her back and weapon in hand, she forges onward, seeking those better moments in life that had come once, and should come again, Twelve willing.

Appearance

Height: 7Fm 1Im || Weight: 303Pz || Age: 22Yrs

There is no questioning the pink-skinned Hellsguard's lineage. Even still, her muscle mass is more lean than bulky. Her vivid, crimson hair carries a natural wave and feathering, often tied back into a manageable braid. Beneath amber eyes rests a smattering of deep, rosy freckles that extend across the bridge of her nose- with other freckled patches hiding beneath clothing. Less noticable at a glance are the numerous scars speckling her exposed skin, telling of her life of manual labors, and the risks one would take for survival.

Cinnabar's attire may vary, but most often she will choose to wear a well-kept coat of dusky blue; both the fabric and metal accents wrought in modern Ishgardian fashion. Cinnabar's combat and travel garments are fitting her adventurous lifestyle, painstakingly stitched, sewn, cured and crimped. At times, she may even find the nerve to wear something effeminate and appealing, though this is a rare occasion reserved for those she'd feel confident and comfortable enough around to expose more than her arms and face. Regardless of the ensemble, she near always can be found with a piece of Ishgardian jewelry about her throat, wrought of silver and garnet and kept secure by a suede band.

She is often carrying a leather sack or satchel, depending on just how many belongings she's keeping with herself for her short or extended travels.

Combat

Cinnabar's childhood aspirations of courtly knights and legendary dragoons have thus far culminated in her formal education with the Lancer's Guild of Gridania. Though some might scoff at the sizable roegadyn wielding a slender polearm rather than a mighty axe, Cinnabar proves surprisingly agile and quick footed for her size, with all the force behind each swipe or stab that one can expect from her powerful physique. This is not to mention the exceptional reach and control the person-weapon pairing offers. Nevertheless, she has exposure to various forms of armed and unarmed combat, with a focus on swordplay in recent moons.

Her preferred weapon is the versatile spear-axe-hook hybrid of the halberd, but will utilize spear, trident, lance, or bill depending on availability and the combat situation. Her sidearm of choice is the nimble broadsword, though it tends to see more use in practice than the field.

While Cinnabar is a skilled hunter of beasts small and large, she finds difficulty in playing the aggressor in a man-on-man conflict without clear provocation (perceived or actual)- even unto something as simple as sparring. She will opt to fight defensively, taking her time to place her strikes in riposte.

Conversely, she has no qualms against engaging when safety of an innocent or a comrade is at stake- fighting with unfettered aggression and fortitude. Those she has become close to would find her willing to lay her life down should it save theirs- if she must.

Personality

In line of work, Cinnabar is nothing if not driven toward the end result, cooperative with her colleagues. This can potentially come at the detriment to her own being, placing herself willingly into harm's way to protect someone of innocence or import- and compulsively so for those near and dear to her heart.

Socially, she proves a stark contrast in confidence. Stammering, fidgeting, she will often avoid conversation of her own initiation, though may welcome it readily from others. She offers earnest compliments of others, but those aimed in her direction may find her face going red as a raddish. She is often reluctant to speak about herself in depth, however; particularly her past. The lack of self-confidence, often misleading others to figure her for a shy book-worm alone, rather than an agile hunter- much less a devoted defender... Though in recent times, she has found courage to begin inching from her shell in regard to the aforementioned social withdrawals.

Even then, Cinnabar would much sooner escape to a place of comfort- be it a lonely corner or a desolate alleyway- to lose herself in the pages of a sappy romance novel or bleed onto the pages of her most treasured diary. Given time and exposure, however, she would warm to familiar and amicable faces... And should she ever find someone fitting to serve as her sanctuary, would willingly share herself in ways that perhaps only that raggedy, old diary has ever been privy to.

Employment History

• House Gemini (AKA, Gemini Bakery) – Resident, general helping hand and custodian.
• Blue Sky Ventures - Freelancer on call/standby. General helping hand and custodian.
• Knights of Eorzea - Squire, general helping hand and custodian.

Likes, Dislikes, Etc...

Skills ■ <Skill> - <Proficiency>

Likes ■ Snow and greenery ■ Romantic novels, poetry, music ■ Stuffed toys ■ Piano ■ Ishgardian culture ■ Hot springs/tubs ■ Camp fires/Fire places

Dislikes ■ Manipulators, deceivers ■ Slavery, Piracy, Robbery ■ Needless violence ■ Tampering of her mementos ■ Orobon stew

Strengths ■ Honest ■ Empathetic ■ Compassionate ■ Protective

Weaknesses ■ Nostalgic ■ Low self-esteem ■ Anxious (avoidant, post-traumatic) ■ Self-sacrificing

Other ■ Alignment: Neutral Good ■ Favorite Food: Dzemael gratin ■ Favorite Sweet: Cinnamon roll ■ Favorite Drink: Honeyed cider with ginger ■ Favorite Season: Spring ■ Favorite Weather: Snowy, Breezy, Sunny ■ Favorite Time: Sunrise ■ Most valued possession: Diary

Gossip and Relations

Rumors Rumors may or may not be accurate, or necessarily true. Please feel free to add your own rumors under PC! ◢ Common Rumors (Easily overheard) ■ “<Rumor>” - <Name> ◢ Moderate Rumors (Moderately difficult to overhear) ■ “<Rumor>” - <Name> ◢ Rare Rumors (Very difficult or rarely overheard) ■ “Hmh? Ya mean 'at pink lass ova' there? Freelancer, an' a picky lil' shite when it comes t'the job at that. 'S 'bout all I can say for certain. 'Cordin' to me mate, some poor sod got a right good wallop, just fer nickin' a playful squeeze on one o'them legs fer 'imself! Come t'think, ain't ever seen 'at one wear anythin' other'n trousers. Makes ya wonder if the stories 'bout those roegadyn lassies is true, 'ey!?” - Sauced Sellsword ◢ PC Rumors (Rumors from the character's of other players) ■ “<Rumor>” - <Name> ■ “Most curious...very shy, quiet, dressed in a magician's frock but far too in-shape for what I expect out of a mage. And what was she doing with that bloody handkerchief?” - Alexaria Whiteraven

Relationships ♥ Love/ Mate ♥ Platonic Love † Missing/Deceased ● Colleague ● Friend ● Neutral ● Enemy ◢ Family ◢ Friends ● Blynrael Doenwyn: Cinnabar quickly came to consider the little sea wolf referred to as "Doe" by her friends, as her dearest friend of all. In time, Cinnabar even came to realize deeper emotion harbored for her. Alas, Blynrael had need to travel onward alone, but Cinnabar remains hopeful to see her dear friend again, one day. ● Hilda Alarias: Among those she called colleagues during her time with Blue Sky, Hilda was among a minority she could consider a friend. The Ul'dah born woman left a mixed first impression, between knightly armor and abrasive vocabulary, but in time proved to be a compassionate soul. ● Kegashiyo Thoth: "Kega" as he is referred, is one of Cinnabars closest friends of recent time. It was this kind-hearted lalafell who kindled in Cinnabar the courage to confess her feelings to Blynrael. It was also by his doing that Cinnabar had the chance to witness Ishgard for the first time. † Koschei Wynters: Head mistress of Gemini, Koschei had come to take a deeper interest in the disheveled, malnourished street-rat of a Hellsguard. Passions blossomed between the two, under cover from the rest of the collective. In the end, Koschei had disappeared while Cinnabar was training in the lance, leaving a jarring lack of closure for the roegirl. ● Srav Cullinane: Cinnabar's final motivator to pursue the polearm came in Srav's generous gift of a simple spear. Though Cinnabar has not happened upon Srav since, she keeps the worn spearhead of her first weapon as a keepsake nonetheless, and will gladly greet the dusky elezen should their paths ever cross again. ♥ Violet Eye: Boasting compassion and charisma, Violet and Cinnabar met a late evening near the Lavender Beds. Similar interests quickly became evident, with talks spurred on over evening tea. Soon enough, the pale roegadyn propositioned a deeper bond between them- which Cinnabar could scarce find want to respond with anything aside from "Yes." ◢ Enemies Photo Gallery Artwork Screenshots