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| − | | caption = ''' "Know only this… this life is not worth squandering. Make it yours, make it more. Love so immensely, care so tenderly, breathe so deeply and see keenly. Do not let it slip through your fingers as I have, you will only find regret. Love… and never cease. Never stop wondering how tall the sky is." '''
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| − | | gender = Female
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| − | | citizenship = Garlean
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| − | | race = Elezen
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| − | | clan = Wildwood
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| − | | stat_1_value = [[Menphina, the Lover]]
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| − | | stat_2 = Age
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| − | | stat_2_value = 28
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| − | | stat_3 = Nameday
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| − | | stat_3_value = 3rd Sun of the 1st Umbral Moon, 1549
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| − | | stat_4_value = 5 fulms 10 ilms, 140 ponz
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| − | | stat_5_value = Freelancer
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| − | | stat_6_value = Balmung
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| − | '''Deirdre Ta'ea''' is a stunning Wildwood Elezen specializing in archery and the use of concealed, deadly weapons, most often daggers. While beautiful, lithe and agile she is by no means innocent. Cold, calculated and deadly she comes off to many people as unstable, which is indeed the correct assumption. Though she is highly misunderstood, and can be calm and warm under the right circumstances. She is prone to be more violent towards others because of her difficult past, and is often unpredictable with moods. After many cycles past the Battle of Cartenau, Deirdre has left her employment of a brothel called The Pearl, and is now wandering the lands of Eorzea once again, reuniting with friends from the past and forging new relationships.
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| − | ==<div style="padding:10px 15px; background:#6789a7;font-size:14px;color:#1e1400;"><b>Character</b></div>==
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| − | ===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background:#9ebfb9;font-size:14px;color:#1e1400;">General</div>===
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| − | :'''Given Name:''' '''''Deirdre Ta'ea '[Dear-Dray Tah-Eh]':''''' Her first name comes from an old tale of a woman who dies of a broken heart. Her last name comes from a long line of blacksmiths, her father's line, even though she has no talent for the craft and is the last of the name's lineage.
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| − | :'''Aliases/Nicknames:''' '''''Snow:''''' The codename Deirdre has been given on missions in her past, some know her only by this nickname and nothing else. This name was also used as her alias within the Pearl, and was the only name given to her patrons. '''''Deir:''''' The shortened version of her full name, this is used by close friends only and she will disapprove if used by strangers or people she does not trust.
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| − | :'''Current Residence:''' None permanent, roaming.
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| − | :'''Marital Status:''' Single
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| − | :'''Sexuality:''' Heterosexual
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| − | :'''Religion:''' Follower of [[Menphina, the Lover]]
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| − | :'''IC Journal Pre-Arr:''' http://weatheredjournal.wordpress.com/category/cycles-1571-1572/
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| − | :'''Current IC Journal:''' http://weatheredjournal.wordpress.com/category/current-1577/ '''<-- *Last Entry: May 1st, 2013*'''
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| − | ===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background:#9ebfb9;font-size:14px;color:#1e1400;">Appearance</div>===
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| − | :'''Height:''' 5 fulms, 10 ilms - for an Elezen she is fairly short helping her blend among the Hyur races, but stand out uniquely for her own kin. She usually stands slightly shorter than a tall male Midlander.
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| − | :'''Weight:''' 140 ponz - Thin-boned yet curvy, she has a round bottom and a handful of breast. She has lost a little of her previously built muscle over the last few cycles, arms and legs a little thinner but holding some of their previous strength.
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| − | :'''Body:''' Even though she is very thin-framed Deirdre is by no means skinny. Round hips, perky chest and toned muscles, she is flexible and lithe. While more power resides in her legs from training and a gap remains between her thighs, her skill in archery also allows her arms a decent bulk of muscle. Despite having children, her stomach remains flat and toned due to her obsession with exercise and power. Her single, subtle structural flaw is improperly healed ribs on her left side, causing a bump in naked flesh, only noticeable by a keen eye, or intimate interactions.
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| − | :'''Complexion:''' Pale, smooth, flawless skin shimmers in the light and glows in the dark. Deirdre is notorious for keeping her skin perfect, going to great lengths to rid herself of scars from her profession as a warrior, one would never tell by her skin of her profession. The only marks she bears are her beauty mark below her right eye and a diamond-shaped burn mark on the bottom of her right foot, a Garlean brand.
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| − | :'''Face:''' Thin, fine features and accented high cheekbones give Deirdre a very fair look. Sharp, icy-blue eyes are more than attentive, her vision keener than the average, rimmed with thick, heavy black eyelashes. Her nose is tiny, her chin is narrow and small, plump lips full and pouted, making her appear younger than her cycles.
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| − | :'''Hair:''' Azure strands weave and twist wildly when loose, hair as untamed as the woman. Her hair is usually only down when she is comfortable, or during an intimate moment. Otherwise, she keeps the long, unyielding locks of hair bound tightly on top of her head or braided, so it stays out of her way as she fights. Even still, her hair finds ways to escape the bonds and flirt about her cheeks. When wet, strands will curl all about thickly. Deirdre has not cut her hair in many, many cycles, making it uncontrollably lengthy. Secretly, she enjoys brushing and braiding her hair, and considers it a very intimate action if another does it for her.
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| − | :'''Fashion:''' Preferring more revealing clothes than most, Deirdre often sticks with high boots, tiny skirts and low-cut shirts for her normal dress, anything to draw attention to her curvaceous form. When in battle she dons more frequently tight leathers over her chest and arms, tight armoured leather boots. When needed, she will don simple clothes to blend in. If alone and relaxing, she is most often found wearing underwear and a loose, baggy shirt, or occasionally a loose cotton dress.
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| − | :'''Voice:''' Smooth and seductive, her words are enunciated particularly, her speech holding a light touch of Northern accent.
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| − | :'''Demeanor:''' Towards other people Deirdre will often come about as rude and hostile. She is very protective and tends not to allow people close to her. She will often remain silent but attentive, usually coming off as offensive. To people she knows, Deirdre is less guarded but tends to be more on the icy side. Yet, when people get to know her and she opens up, Deirdre becomes an entirely different person. When this happens she is very docile and shy, and when truly relaxed and comfortable she is a happy woman, smiling more often. Though, this takes an immense amount of patience and time, as it is not something that comes naturally to her, unlike her icy mask.
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| − | :'''Quirks:''' Deirdre is used to always having a knife on her, and if permitted one she will clutch on to it and refuse to let go. She is ambidextrous with weapons, but will only ever write with her right hand. Deirdre gets grumpier in the heat, and more docile in the cold. She will bite on her lower lip when aroused, thinking, or holding something back. She is racist towards Duskwight Elezen and Lalafell, and has no problem making that known. She is also very visual, and will believe what he eyes see over most anything.
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| − | :'''Intelligence:''' Deirdre is fairly uneducated in basic schooling, as she never received a formal education. Any knowledge she possesses she learned either on her travels, from particular missions or undercover roles. She excels more in street and battlefield knowledge and knows little beyond the basics of crafts or literature, over what she needs to survive. She can speak, write and read Eorzean well, but there are often occasions she uses incorrect words, or simply ignores or pass off comments if she does not understand the words being used. She has a particularly difficult time understanding individuals with heavy accents or slang. She has no patience for scholar studies, seeing them as less important than the skill of battle. More recently Deirdre has become obsessed with books, and has a secret love for tomes in the categories of history and religion. Though she will not readily admit this, she adores diving in to vast tomes of unknown information, but sometimes will require help with Eorzean words she does not recognize.
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| − | ==<div style="padding:10px 15px; background:#6789a7;font-size:14px;color:#1e1400;"><b>Combat</b></div>==
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| − | :'''Style''':Deirdre is a very offensive fighter and prefers quick, deadly attacks than slower, stronger ones. She will usually hit for something vital quickly, and in failing that trying to flurry her opponents in to submission. Though her tactics vary with the opponent, she is very observatory and will adapt herself to the situation. With her skills in archery though she is the opposite, preferring to be as far away as possible when she fires, with her angle, position, or velocity mattering little.
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| − | :'''Specialization''':Ranged attacks with a bow and arrow from great or close distances, close up encounters with a lightweight dagger never longer than her forearm, range with a spear (and only one with some kind of cross-guard), light forms of magic usually in the element of ice and distraction/diversion methods.
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| − | :'''Strengths''': Extremely close combat or surprise attacks, using her looks to her advantage people usually do not see her coming or as much of a threat, this gives her the upper hand only assisted by her adaptability and cunning. She is also excellent with intensely ranged attacks, assisted by the keen eyes of her kin and a finely tuned longbow.
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| − | :'''Weaknesses''': Deirdre is very weak against heavily armoured attackers with big weapons, though she will try to use her speed to counter this. She is durable, but not overly so, so one or two big hits could end most of her ability to fight. Her ears are also one of her weaknesses, she does not have good hearing to begin with unless she truly focuses on listening, but even still she relies more on her eyes. It is also easy to put Deir in a blooded frenzy, making her more careless than usual, she is not hard to rile up in most situations, which is why she is easily provoked and ends up attacking people randomly.
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| − | :'''Armour''': Her armour varies on her state, but most often she is clad in leathers and usually nothing heavier than scale. She prefers high leather boots with a minimal amount of plating or cloth strapped in leather guarding. Her gloves are usually thin and tight, a tiny bit of metal plating hidden underneath to guard her wrists and forearms from damage.
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| − | : <font style="color:#cfe8e8;" size="3">■</font> Children
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| − | : <font style="color:#cfe8e8;" size="3">■</font> Fletching
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| − | : <font style="color:#cfe8e8;" size="3">■</font> Chocobo-riding
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| − | : <font style="color:#bed3d6;" size="3">■</font> Wimps
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| − | : <font style="color:#bed3d6;" size="3">■</font> Women
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| − | : <font style="color:#bed3d6;" size="3">■</font> Haircuts
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| − | : <font style="color:#bed3d6;" size="3">■</font> Preachers
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| − | : <font style="color:#aec4cc;" size="3">■</font> Playing the harp/singing
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| − | : <font style="color:#aec4cc;" size="3">■</font> Dancing (ballet)
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| − | : <font style="color:#aec4cc;" size="3">■</font> Training
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| − | : <font style="color:#aec4cc;" size="3">■</font> Cooking
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| − | : <font style="color:#aec4cc;" size="3">■</font> Hand-to-hand combat
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| − | : <font style="color:#9fafbf;" size="3">■</font> '''Favourite Food/Drink:''' Wild berries and tea
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| − | : <font style="color:#9fafbf;" size="3">■</font> '''Favourite Creatures:''' Chocobo's
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| − | : <font style="color:#9fafbf;" size="3">■</font> '''Least Favourite Food:''' Raw Fish/Meat
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| − | : <font style="color:#9fafbf;" size="3">■</font> '''Least Favourite Creature:''' Primals
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| − | : '''Father: Nichiel Ta'ea - (Deceased) -''' Her father was her role model, an accomplished blacksmith who made finery for chocobos specifically, among other things. He was the one always encouraging Deirdre to be a free spirit and passed his unruly nature on to her, along with her azure locks. As a youth he belonged to a rebellious gang in the cities, known to many as a talented thief who would hang around with scum. It was not until his father died from a tragic accident that he inherited the family farm and changed his ways, becoming and outstanding citizen. Before Deirdre was born, Nichiel took in a young Miqo'te boy as his apprentice, inducting Ban as part of the family. Nichiel passed on when their village was attacked, slain while attempting to protect his families escape.
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| − | : '''Mother: Raien Ta'ea - (Deceased) -''' Deirdre's mother hated her most of her life, teaching her a hard lesson; that you cannot trust even those most close to you. She often received physical and mental abuse from the woman, causing Deirdre's extreme introversion. Raien was a woman from the cities who married her first love, a bad-boy from a gang who promised her all the jewels and dresses she could want. This, of course, did not come true, and after her husband inherited his father's farmland, she was forced to become a country-wife. Quickly, she grew bitter towards her life and often took this out on her daughter. She only had one live child after miscarrying a son. After the village was destroyed Raien found she had a second chance at the life she always wanted and sold her daughter so she could have the gil to return to the socialite life she had before marrying Nichiel. Cycles later she seeks Deirdre out in Ul'dah, desperate to marry her off in to a rich family to continue her gluttonous ways. She ends up slaughtered in an alley, killed by her daughter's brutal and unforgiving hand, after threatening Deirdre's children.
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| − | : '''Brother: [[Bancroft Gairn]] – (35 Cycles) –''' A dark haired Moonkeeper Miqo'te and Deirdre's adopted older brother, seven cycles her senior. Ban was taken in by her father as a smithing apprentice and lived with their family her whole childhood. Deirdre looked up to Ban, and the two were inseparable, the young girl often choosing to sleep with her older brother than in her own bed. The last time she saw him was sixteen suns ago, and she believes him to be dead alongside her father, though he was not present when the village was attacked and ultimately destroyed. Deirdre continues to mourn her brother even now, regarding him as one of the only men she ever truly loved beyond her father.
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| − | : '''Son: Crane Ta'ea - (8 Cycles) -''' The older of Deirdre's twin boys. Crane and his brother were born in Garlemald, before Deirdre came over to Eorzea. Their father was an Elezen Imperial Guard named Bonnric Kaa, who found his way in to Deirdre's bed; they never spoke. The truth behind their conception seems rather buried. Personality wise, Crane is the more adventurous of the two. He has raven black hair and icy blue eyes. His current whereabouts are unknown, and Deirdre has not seen him in 5 cycles.
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| − | : '''Son: Cygnus Ta'ea - (8 Cycles) -''' The younger of Deirdre's twins, Cygnus is the quieter of the two boys. He has the same raven hair as his brother but holds blood red irises and shows an early affinity for ice elemental magic. His current whereabouts are unknown, and Deirdre has not seen him in 5 cycles.
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| − | : '''Son: Falke Ta'ea - (6 Cycles) -''' Deirdre's youngest son. Falke's father is her previous lover Shurin Mizune. Falke's hair is azure like his mothers, his eyes also her icy hue. His current whereabouts are unknown and Deirdre has not seen him in 5 cycles.
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| − | : <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font> '''[[Alothia Starkwood]]''' - A longer standing friend of Deirdre, though the two were once at odds over Oskar. She still holds Alothia in high regard despite the annoyance of her group, Corvus Cinis, and will go to her in times of need for a cup of tea and a place to stay.
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| − | : <font style="color:#F02311;" size="3">♥</font> '''[[Bancroft Gairn]]''' - Deirdre's adopted older brother. Though she believes him to be dead, she holds infinite love for him, and mourns his loss. Bancroft is one of the only men Deirdre has ever truly loved.
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| − | : <font style="color:#4e9362;" size="3">●</font> '''[[Endricane Feltaro]]''' - A lover from Deirdre's past come back again. Initially falling in to his bed when she was just fifteen, Deirdre clung to the Highlander as a sort of stability during her years as a foot soldier for the Empire. Deirdre did care for him, though her feelings were never fully realised because of her mental instability at the time. While their past has them close and tight knit, Deirdre thought this man was on the other side of the war and had returned to take her back, eventually proven otherwise. After 5 long cycles the two have met up again, and Deirdre is currently travelling and training with him. She is very protective of the Highlander, and ultimately, will obey any command he gives.
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| − | : <font style="color:#4e9362;" size="3">●</font> '''[[Gerik Aston]]''' - A Highlander Deirdre has met and traveled with on multiple occasions. She regards him as an almost replacement for her children, and goes out of her way to protect him. She harbours quite a bit of guilt concerning him, having left him on an outbound ship from Eorzea to deny him participation in the final battle. Deirdre, while having tried very hard, feels she was unable to protect him or anyone else. They have not made contact in 5 cycles.
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| − | : <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font> '''[[Gospel Gestalt]]''' - Deirdre and Gospel met after a chance encounter in one of Deirdre's less lucid moments. After awkward conversation, fixing her dislocated arm and lending her a tomb, Deirdre has decided she enjoys Gospel's company and although he may not enjoy it, she will seek his company out again. He is also responsible for her ongoing drug addiction. Recently, they reuinited in Limsa Lominsa, though had little time to speak.
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| − | : <font style="color:#4e9362;" size="3">●</font> '''[[Kerr V'yen]]''' - A man whom she encountered while working at the Pearl. After multiple encounters, he convinces her to leave her work there, and return to adventuring. The two escape the brothel together and became traveling companions. After reaching Limsa Lominsa, Deirdre decides she has become a burden on Kerr, and leaves him without a word in the middle of the night.
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| − | : <font style="color:#4e9362;" size="3">●</font> '''[[Klarimel Surtsthalsyn]]''' - A Roegadyn who Deirdre was imprisoned across from in 1574. The two had a mutually beneficial arrangement, and after some time she grew to like the man dubbed as 'Big Red'. She has not seen him since her escape 3 cycles ago, and enjoys his rather abrasive company.
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| − | : <font style="color:#4e9362;" size="3">●</font> '''[[Mtoto Wamoto]]''' - The previous Commander of the Eorzean Guard. While Deirdre does not fully agree with Mtoto on most occasions, she still respects her. They have not made contact in 6 cycles.
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| − | : <font style="color:#8f8377;" size="3">●</font> '''[[Navei Asue]]''' - A Hyur Deirdre was very fond of, and has harboured as a fugitive from others. She would not hesitate to protect him or kill for him. The two seemed very close despite hardly every being seen together. Deirdre believed Navei to be dead, but ran in to him in Limsa Lominsa by chance, but found him to be different than she remembered.
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| − | : <font style="color:#4e9362;" size="3">●</font> '''[[Selene Artemis]]''' - After a chance encounter with Selene, and learning how to fold paper boats from the woman, Deirdre initially believed she was a figment of her imagination. Their interactions, due to a drunken eve, seem to be more awkward to an onlooker, but Deirdre enjoys her company nonetheless. They have not made contact in 5 cycles.
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| − | : <font style="color:#F02311;" size="3">♥</font> '''[[Shurin Mizune]]''' - Deirdre's former lover and the father of one of her children. The two had been together for quite a while, having met in the forests of the Black Shroud during a Sanctus Refero meeting that Deirdre accidentally walked in on. Shurin saved her from a man pursuing her and gave her shelter for the night, little knowing she was hiding her infant sons. From then on they spent little time apart, adventuring through Eorzea from Sanctus Refero to the Eorzean Guard. Shurin is one of the only people who really understands Deirdre personality-wise, as well as her past and what made her who she is. Due to conflicts in their relationship and events, a great rift has grown between the two despite their feelings. Having originally thought he was dead after an incident at the Mavanix Gala, Deirdre sees Shurin alive one last time before she is swept away in aether. Shurin is one of the few men Deirdre has ever truly loved. They have not made contact in 5 cycles, and she believes him to be dead.
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| − | : <font style="color:#4e9362;" size="3">●</font> '''[[Tim'a Fei]]''' - A Moonkeeper Miqo'te Deirdre met while buying good in the Black Market. As a result of their tense interactions, Deirdre regards him fondly and has plans to meet with him again.
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| − | : <font style="color:#8f8377;" size="3">●</font> '''[[Almaz Khaltamze]]''' - Having previously loathed this woman for her part in Shurin's 'duty', Deirdre now holds no love or hate for her. After helping rescue her from an attack on their village, Deirdre seems a little more protective of her. They have not made contact in 5 cycles.
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| − | : <font style="color:#C24640;" size="3">●</font> '''[[Alona Rhys]]''' - The previous leader of Sanctus Refero, Deirdre never liked Alona and her ways, eventually leaving Sanctus Refero with Shurin because of Alona. They have not made contact in 6 cycles.
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| − | : <font style="color:#8f8377;" size="3">●</font> '''[[Aylis Crescent]]''' - Having previously loathed this woman for her part in Shurin's 'duty', Deirdre now holds no love or hate for her. After helping rescue her from an attack on their village, Deirdre seems a little more protective of her. They have not made contact in 5 cycles.
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| − | : <font style="color:#8f8377;" size="3">●</font> '''[[Aysun Demiir]]''' - A new companion, Aysun and Deirdre met on the beaches of Aleport, where Aysun bonded with her son Falke. They have not made contact in 5 cycles.
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| − | : <font style="color:#8f8377;" size="3">●</font> '''[[Blade Belisaire]]''' - After their last run in, Deir holds no love or hate for the man. They have not made contact in 5 cycles.
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| − | : <font style="color:#C24640;" size="3">●</font> '''[[Eva Ianeira]]''' - Deirdre and Eva have grown apart. Eva has helped Deir through some troubled times and even assisted in birthing Falke. Deirdre will go out of her way to avoid her because she believes the woman loathes her for leaving Everwatch, and her extreme disregard of any attempt Deirdre made to repair their relationship. They have not made contact in 5 cycles, and Deirdre would not go out of her way to seek Eva out again.
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| − | : <font style="color:#C24640;" size="3">●</font> '''[[Feral Ren]]''' - A companion of Shurin who Deirdre has only had a few run ins with. Though brief, her experience with this woman has been soured, and she does not hold her in very high regard. They have not made contact in 5 cycles.
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| − | : <font style="color:#C24640;" size="3">●</font> '''[[Galvadan Edgecrusher]]''' - Galvadan and Deirdre are constantly at odds. The man wishes to be closer to Deir, who seems to only want to push him away. She has tried to kill him, but at the moment the two have made up, though Deir is still very cautious of him. He is also one of the only people Deirdre has lashed out against physically. They have not made contact in 6 cycles.
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| − | : <font style="color:#4e9362;" size="3">●</font> '''[[Isilme Turuphant]]''' - A woman who came to Deirdre's rescue during a meteor impact at the Gala. Deir vaguely remembers this woman, but respects her and owes her much. They have not made contact in 5 cycles.
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| − | : <font style="color:#C24640;" size="3">●</font> '''[[Kylin Felstar]]''' - After a few meetings with the man and a small conversation with Gerik, Deirdre believes this man a fool, but sees his selfish ways almost reflectively. For this reason she has chosen to be cross with him, because she understands his pains in regards to his feelings for Gerik. She believes this man to be dead. They have not made contact in 5 cycles.
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| − | : <font style="color:#C24640;" size="3">●</font> '''[[Lyraeta Delamer]]''' - A mysterious woman who attempted to take Falke away in order to save Shurin. Deirdre does not trust her, and will attempt to kill her on sight. They have not made contact in 5 cycles.
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| − | : <font style="color:#C24640;" size="3">●</font> '''[[Lyriah Karnelle]]''' - Lyriah, a friend of Shurin, and Deirdre have bumped in to each other a few times, most recently regarding Navei's disappearance. Deirdre does not trust her whatsoever. They have not made contact in 5 cycles.
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| − | : <font style="color:#C24640;" size="3">●</font> '''[[Myllor Aurelion]]''' - A former Captain of the Eorzean Guard. Deirdre held no respect for the man due to his attitudes and laziness, and often protested his ranking to the Commander, her complaints falling on deaf ears. Myllor is one of the few people Deirdre has lashed out against physically, and injured, having stabbed a quill through his right hand. They have not made contact in 6 cycles.
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| − | : <font style="color:#C24640;" size="3">●</font> '''[[Oskar Helvig]]''' - Previously lovers, these two are always at odds. Deirdre tricked him in to thinking he was the father of Falke when Shurin had left her to pursue his past and duty, so she could cling to some stability and have a safe place during her pregnancy. Before this, Deirdre and Oskar often fought to the point of scrapping, breaking bones and causing serious injury. Currently, Deirdre hardly thinks of the man, and he is one of the contributing factor to her racism towards Duskwight Elezen. They have not made contact in 6 cycles.
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| − | : <font style="color:#8f8377;" size="3">●</font> '''[[Paradyme Capellago]]''' - A Hyur patron who visited the Pearl. Deirdre thinks him a kind man, albeit out of place, and continues to have trouble remembering his name though she would not forget his eyes. She is told she ‘comforts’ him, which she does not understand.
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| − | : <font style="color:#C24640;" size="3">●</font> '''[[Rakka'li Kuhn]]''' - The older of a set of twins Deirdre met at the Soliloquy tavern. Having initially thought their identical appearance was some sort of trick, she has since found out they are not a product of black magic. Deirdre has met Rakka’li on multiple occasions, and has a growing fondness of the man. She will sometimes refer to him as ‘the first of two’.
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| − | : <font style="color:#8f8377;" size="3">●</font> '''[[Rakka'sae Kuhn]]''' - The younger of a set of twins Deirdre met at the Soliloquy tavern. Having initially thought their identical appearance was some sort of trick, she has since found out they are not a product of black magic. She will sometimes refer to him as ‘the second of two'.
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| − | : <font style="color:#C24640;" size="3">●</font> '''[[Reta Suri]]''' - Reta, a friend of Shurin, and Deirdre have bumped in to each other a few times, most recently regarding Navei's disappearance. Deirdre does not trust her whatsoever. They have not made contact in 5 cycles.
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| − | : <font style="color:#4e9362;" size="3">●</font> '''[[Rhio Aldul]]''' - A woman missing from her life who she held a high regard for. They have not made contact in 6 cycles.
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| − | : <font style="color:#C24640;" size="3">●</font> '''[[Seohyun Iyasu]]''' - Due to her relationship with Shurin, which she found out about from closer friends, Deirdre despises this woman though she has never really interacted with her.
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| − | : <font style="color:#8f8377;" size="3">●</font> '''[[Vaelyn Nykah]]''' - A few conversations with a man of her own origins has led Deirdre to believe that he is a naive fool, though she believes they may have a little in common with their past. When near him though, she is a little more at ease, feeling more comfortable around one who knows what her past was like. They have not made contact in 5 cycles.
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| − | : <font style="color:#C24640;" size="3">●</font> '''[[Yssen Van]]''' - Deirdre and Yssen have met on several occasions. More recently due to his relationship with his sister Ysa, Deirdre does not trust him and is extremely wary. He is one of the contributing factors to her racism towards Duskwight Elezen. She is currently trying to hunt him down, and intends to kill him.
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| − | : <font style="color:#C24640;" size="3">●</font> '''[[Ysa Van]]''' - Ysa, Yssens sister, has provoked Deirdre through Gerik, for what gain is unknown. The two have fought, and will likely fight again if they meet. They have not made contact in 5 cycles.
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| − | ==<div style="padding:10px 15px; background:#6789a7;font-size:14px;color:#1e1400;"><b>Rumours</b></div>==
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| − | <b><div style="padding:10px 25px; background:#c2d5cb;">Common Rumours ''(Easily overheard)''</div></b>
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| − | : <font style="color:#c2d5cb;" size="3">■</font> "Pretty 'lil thing, that one, costs a fair bit 'o gil too. I wonder if it's true that they call 'er 'Snow' because she'll melt in yer hand?'' - '''Aged Highlander'''
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| − | : <font style="color:#c2d5cb;" size="3">■</font> "That one? Beautiful, yes… I heard the Madame tell the men she's foreign, but I just can't place it myself. I guess she’s left the brothel?" - '''Lurking Dunesfolk'''
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| − | : <font style="color:#c2d5cb;" size="3">■</font> "Always down for doin' a sailin' man a favour, she is. Begs me to tell her stories of the sea each time, cheap price to pay from what I 'ere." - '''Seawolf Pirate'''
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| − | : <font style="color:#c2d5cb;" size="3">■</font> "She plays the harp often but I have heard her sing as well, a voice as enchanting as her eyes…" - '''Maelstrom Midlander'''
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| − | : <font style="color:#c2d5cb;" size="3">■</font> "I heard she was born like in one of those fairy tales! Her mum wanted a child, so a sorceress carved her one out of ice n' that girl came inta bein'! That’s what the men be sayin’!" - '''Gossiping Lalafell Housewife'''
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| − | <b><div style="padding:10px 25px; background:#c3c1bd;">Moderate Rumours ''(Moderately difficult to overhear)''</div></b>
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| − | : <font style="color:#c3c1bd;" size="3">■</font> "I hear she has children! Never seen them myself, but I just bet she doesn't even know the father!" - '''Snooty Duskwight'''
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| − | : <font style="color:#c3c1bd;" size="3">■</font> "Saw her down by the docks with them pirates… you think she’s one of ‘em?" - '''Curious Highlander'''
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| − | : <font style="color:#c3c1bd;" size="3">■</font> "Yeah, I've made a few things for that Elezen on the request of her Madame … huh? NO! Nothing like THAT! I'm not a pervert!!!" - '''Crafty Midlander'''
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| − | : <font style="color:#c3c1bd;" size="3">■</font> "Doesn’t she look expensive? I wonder where she keeps all that gil…” - '''Jumpy Wildwood'''
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| − | : <font style="color:#c3c1bd;" size="3">■</font> "There’s something foreign about her… I think I saw her glaring at us earlier…” – '''Cross Duskwight'''
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| − | <b><div style="padding:10px 25px; background:#c4b5bb;">Rare Rumours ''(Very difficult or rarely overheard)''</div></b>
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| − | : <font style="color:#c4b5bb;" size="3">■</font> "The night she came here she was all ragged and dirty, blood all over her, we had to scrub it out of her flesh and hair. She won't speak about what happened or why she joined us, in fact she hardly speaks to any of us at all. She was the only one of us without debts, and then she just up and left!”- '''Gossipy Seeker Courtesan'''
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| − | : <font style="color:#c4b5bb;" size="3">■</font> "I never got a chance nyself… the Madame told me she doesn't like Lalafells…" - '''Paranoid Plainsfolk'''
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| − | : <font style="color:#c4b5bb;" size="3">■</font> "Snow? She’s gone now, and business has never been slower! If ye see ‘er, drag her back here will ye?" - '''Frowning Hellsguard Guard'''
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| − | : <font style="color:#c4b5bb;" size="3">■</font> "No girl! Make sure that gil for Snow is sent to the Cottage in Coerthas! The one west of Ish- Oh! Sir, how can I help you?" - '''Madame Le'deu'''
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| − | : <font style="color:#c0a2b0;" size="3">■</font> "She once led a man on for quite a while to protect herself and her children. Can't say I really blame her, and that bastard deserved it, if you ask me." - '''[[Xenedra Ambreaus]]'''
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| − | : <font style="color:#c0a2b0;" size="3">■</font> "She tried to stab me when we first met. She is clearly crazy. I have a soft spot when it comes to crazy though. Go figure." - '''[[Yssen Van]]'''
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| − | : <font style="color:#c0a2b0;" size="3">■</font> "Blue ain't the type to back down, even from me. That doesn't say much for her smarts, but she's a brave little thing. Not bad on the eyes, either." - '''[[Klarimel Surtsthalsyn]]'''
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| − | : <font style="color:#c0a2b0;" size="3">■</font> "Deirdre is far more fragile than many people realize. Wounds that deep linger a long time... She's mending, though." - '''[[Kerr V'yen]]'''
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| − | : <font style="color:#c0a2b0;" size="3">■</font> "I pray to the Twelve that she finds peace. That woman needs it more than most..." - '''[[Alothia Starkwood]]'''
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| − | : <font style="color:#c0a2b0;" size="3">■</font> "I haven't seen her in forever. I do hope she's out there somewhere I haven't looked yet..." - '''[[Gerik Aston]]'''
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| − | <b><div style="padding:10px 25px; background:#a19da1;">Things You Can't Possibly Know ''(But I want you to know OOCly)''</div></b>
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| − | : <font style="color:#a19da1;" size="3">■</font> Deirdre's mental condition can be labeled as [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Schizoaffective_disorder Schizoaffective Disorder]
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| − | : <font style="color:#a19da1;" size="3">■</font> She is afraid of getting her hair cut.
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| − | : <font style="color:#a19da1;" size="3">■</font> She is very attracted to Highlander males.
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| − | : <font style="color:#a19da1;" size="3">■</font> She is shy around Miqo'te males, but more attracted to them than Highlanders.
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| − | : <font style="color:#a19da1;" size="3">■</font> She is a poor swimmer.
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| − | ==<div style="padding:10px 15px; background:#6789a7;font-size:14px;color:#1e1400;"><b>History/Timeline</b></div>==
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| − | ===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background:#9ebfb9;font-size:14px;color:#1e1400;">1549 - 1570</div>===
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| − | '''(1549) 0 -''' ''Born in a small town populated with Wildwood Elezen.''
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| − | <spoiler>Deirdre was born on a cold moon to a simple couple, her father a blacksmith and her mother a seamstress. This was their first child, graced with her father's hair and mothers’ eyes. As a babe she was naturally curious, open and excited with the approach of someone she did not know.<br><br>
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| − | ''The woman's cries were heard through the small village, screams of pain that no villager turned their ears from. Inside of a small candlelit room the woman lay, sweat soaking her nightgown. At her side a friend held her hand, at the other one dabbed her forehead with a small handmade cotton cloth. Between her legs the doctor, pushing on her protruding belly, urging the source of pain from the woman.
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| − | A child was being born.<br><br>
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| − | "Rai!" A man cried, bursting through the door. He had just received the news and ran from his anvil, still wearing his filthy apron. Stripping of it and his light laced shirt exposing every toned muscle, he washed his hands and face before approaching his wife, taking her hand in place of the girl.<br>
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| − | "Nichiel!" she wailed, looking towards him, "Its coming!"<br>
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| − | He gripped her hand harder, stroking her deep brown hair. "I know my love."<br>
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| − | "Push!" Cried the doctor, greying hair escaping their ties and matting to a sweat-soaked forehead. He had delivered these two parents, and their child was next.<br><br>
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| − | She screamed and pushed, her husband cooed, the two women to the side exchanged frantic looks.<br><br>
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| − | The baby cried.<br><br>
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| − | A healthy set of lungs, the babe screamed for the entire village. Without wrapping her, the doctor handed the tiny girl to her father, whose job it was to take care of the rest. He cut the umbilical cord with one of his own knives, taking the little one over to an awaiting basin as the other man cleaned up Raien.<br>
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| − | She was so tiny and frail, he thought as he washed birth from her, a daughter he would protect. Fingers skimmed through her tiny tuft of azure hair, the strong man in awe. She stopped screaming as she opened her tiny eyes, starring up at her father with the same colour orbs, now in such a different world than she had been in.<br>
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| − | Bringing the tiny one wrapped and clean over to her mother he handed her off, moving up on the bed to wrap his arms around mother and child.<br>
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| − | "A girl..." he whispered, once strong voice taken with emotion.<br>
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| − | "A girl..." she repeated, fingertips gliding against fresh, pink skin. "A name...?"<br><br>
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| − | Silence fell for a long while, parent in awe with the child sleeping in their arms.<br><br>
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| − | "Deirdre." her father spoke with finality, "Deirdre Ta'ea."''</spoiler>
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| − | '''(1554) 5 -''' ''Fell from a tree, breaking three right ribs. This event turned her from a tom-boy to a girl.''
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| − | <spoiler>They ran for ages most suns, clothes laid with dirt, hair wild and unbound. She was the only girl among them, but with an unremarkable frame, she could have easily been a young boy. There was no place for her with the other girls, tea parties and dresses, soft giggles and hair with ribbons. She wanted to be free like the boys, always up to something, always exploring.
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| − | "Dee! Such ah sluhhhhh pokeeeee!" One of the boys called from the front. She picked up the pace as they skittered around trees and over fallen logs, usually the fastest of the group.
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| − | "Ahm goin' ta win!" Her higher voice called, shaking thoughts from her head.<br><br>
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| − | After being cast aside by the other girls, she had tried to coax her father to let her watch him smith. But, a forge was no place for a child, so being with these unruly boys was her only other option.<br><br>
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| − | True to her word, the smallest of them all with wild azure curls did win, reaching their meeting spot before the others. The forest of their mountains was dense, the soft orange light of the setting sun slid around them. None of them wanted to return home, not even for the meal bound to be waiting.<br>
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| − | There was too much fun to be had, too much excitement.<br>
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| − | Once they had caught their breath, a boy by the name of Zhaich with sharp-tipped ears, banged on the thick waist of the tree before them. It was older than all of their parents, perhaps their parent-parents, but they all knew likely not older than their parents-parents-grandparents. That was just too old.<br><br>
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| − | "The race ain't oveh!" he proclaimed, pointing up in to the treetops, "The 'irst teh the top of it, is deh 'inner!" They hooted and howled, shoving at each other for a decent hold. Icy eyes locked on the very tip-top.<br>
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| − | She wouldn't lose to them!<br><br>
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| − | Scratching up all manner of exposed skin against the bark, many dropped out after the first branch, either afraid of pain or the dizzying height of it. Instead, cheers rose up. Hoots and hollers resounded as the remaining few jumped for a branch, ascended the twisting wood.<br>
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| − | Feeling her sandal slip from her foot she looked down for the first time and watched it softly thud at the base. Gripping tighter to the branch she held she steadied herself.
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| − | "What's wrong Dee?!" a call came from up higher, Ges, just above her.<br>
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| − | "Yuh in mah way!" She shouted back, rising and leaping for the branch the boy had been looking to switch too, tiny un-worked hands grasping the rough skin of the tree. Flipping herself up she focused back on her goal, nearly halfway there, but that was when it all went wrong.<br><br>
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| − | The snap of the branch below her feet echoed through the forest, ringing against all of their tiny ears. She did not even hear the sound of air rushing past her as she fell, but as her tiny body dropped and twisted for position she saw the ground rushing up to meet her. As the blackness took hold of the small girl, the boys panicked. No longer was their race to the top important. Gathered around her they tried to shake her awake, but she did not stir. Surely she was dead! The wrath of their parents would be great, but the boys knew the wrath of the little girl's father was worse. They could not say she died while with them! <br><br>
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| − | Running home they left her in the dark...</spoiler>
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| − | '''(1555) 6 -''' ''Began showing a talent for dance and began to learn the art. Her brother is stillborn.''
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| − | <spoiler>She remembered the house once filled with wonderful smells, fresh flowers and shining vases and trinkets. Now, it was only filled with her mother's weeping. It was as if a deep shadow was constantly cast, darkness creeping around the wooden furniture. Her brother had just been born, and subsequently perished. She did not understand why... why her mother cried, why her father locked himself in his forge... why she was left alone.<br>
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| − | Suns she listened to nothing but that weeping, but did not cry herself. The Twelve had taken him back, they had plans for him... but her mother had forgotten the Gods had happily left her a daughter...<br><br>
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| − | Her brother did not forget though.<br><br>
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| − | Much time had passed before he has decided to do anything, and by then she had already settled in to the role her mother left vacant for her. Cleaning, cooking and tending to the garden were her main past times. Her father and Ban spent their time in the forge, her mother weeping in her room. It was one sun really, that made the difference in her lonely existence. She had brought them lunch, the same as every other sun, but this time her brother had followed her to the garden, towering over the little girl his shadow protecting her from the harsh days light.<br><br>
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| − | He took her down to the river, hoisted up on his back. An odd pair they made, Ban being the only one in the village of another race. Originally, the others were harsh to him, had not accepted her father’s decision... but that was before she was born. Often, as family would do, they bathed together. This sun was different, it was a time for forgetting... for relaxing and laughter, for she was too young to forget such feelings.<br><br>
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| − | The same sun, much later that eve, she fell asleep in his arms under a blanket of stars. Content... happy... loved.</spoiler>
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| − | '''(1556) 7 -''' ''Her mother begins to abuse her. She meets a Highlander Hyur named Cade Alun.''
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| − | <spoiler>Highlanders were a common sight in their tiny town. Directly upon a trade route to the seas, they saw these large men often, and Deirdre was quite familiar with them. One sun after the snow had melted enough for caravans, they came. Oft they stopped here for food, stories and company. Despite the crude manners and often brutish appearance of the men, they were welcomed with open arms. The town received the best goods in exchange for the hospitality, adding their own business with the men.<br><br>
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| − | This is where she met a man who changed her life. Of age and built like any of his kind, Cade was constantly beside his father, tending to any matter that needed handling. Tie the loads, strap the chocobos, and fetch the goods. He obeyed before his father even spoke a command, truly following in his giant steps. <br><br>
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| − | She was used to watching from the side, as it was oft the men who took care of any dealings. So she observed, watched as her father spoke with Cade's father, who was so big it seemed he could lift a whole chocobo over his shoulder! Cade stood at his father’s side, straight as a post and looking as if nothing could move him. His eyes, on the other hand, wandered often over towards her... she could almost feel them. Her own father, laughing heartily as he often did with his ponytail draping down his back. At his own side stood Ban, with his dark raven hair, swishing tail and swiveling ears. He looked every part not Nichiels son... but acted as if he was.<br>
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| − | She could not hear them, but watched the boys exchange greetings. Soon after, apparently asking permissions of both adults, Cade wandered over to her, watched by the cautious eyes of Ban.<br><br>
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| − | Kneeling to compensate for their height difference, he slid a flower of white in her wild hair before shifting fingers through and smiling.<br>
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| − | "Greetings, lovely girl." He smiled, face hardened by the sun but honest. She shied, unused to the direct attention.<br>
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| − | "Hello..." she mumbled, eyes cast upon his feet, equally worked as the hand holding her own. Her own delicate hand was pale and dwarfed by his own tanned one.<br>
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| − | "What is your name?" He asked, head tilting as eyes tried to lock with her own.<br>
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| − | "Deirdre Ta'ea..." her voice lowered even more.<br>
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| − | '''(1557) 8 -''' ''First trip out of the village with her father.''
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| − | So many sights, sounds and smells for her. The city was overwhelming; she hardly understood how so many people could live all in the same place.<br>
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| − | Her father traded metal and jewels there for his smithing. Bartered, argued and laughed with so many people who seemed to know him by name. The world was so much bigger off the mountain she called home... what else was out there?<br></spoiler>
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| − | '''(1558) 9 -''' ''Taught disciplines of a woman. Learns how to read, write and sew.''
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| − | <spoiler>The crack of the rod snaps each of the young girls to attention, competing to sit straighter, legs neatly to the side. Heads bow, hands folded neatly in their laps as the tall, tanned woman stood over Deirdre. In her ears glittered silver bumps, clashing with her muted brown irises.<br>
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| − | "You see this scrawling? This, scratch upon a page? Your penmanship looks like a farmhand took up a piece of coal!" Smacking the desk again to firm her point, each girl jumped. Ears drooped, Deir remained silent. "Rewrite it. A hundred times if you must, until your hands bleed. A lady does not leave scratches upon a page! She leaves flowing artwork!"<br><br>
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| − | Holding back those tears she succumbed, letting them slide down her cheeks. She'd never really done anything deserving of a scolding as such... learning to be a woman and do well in her coming of age ceremony was going to cause her a lot more tears than that.</spoiler>
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| − | '''(1559) 10 -''' ''A visit of soldiers to her village who are subsequently turned away. Her dance instructor teaches her to speak properly, and she begins to lose her country accent.''
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| − | <spoiler>She had been practicing, relentlessly she liked to try and hone her skills. Father always told her if she wanted to do something, truly do something then do it to the fullest. Practice, practice, practice, there was never enough practice. So, she set out to be the best.<br><br>
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| − | Her mother had told her just that sun that if she managed to be good at the dancing, like her teacher continued to say, she just might be able to earn enough gil to be someone. Deirdre always thought she was someone, but apparently she couldn't be without the gil her mother obsessed over, the gil she hoarded and tucked away in the bottom drawer of her little wooden vanity when she thought no one was looking.
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| − | And so she practiced, balancing on the fence posts barefoot, padding along each vertical board to the nest, arms out wide to keep her stable. She had fallen a few times already, bruising up the long gangly legs uncovered by her shorts; this practice was no different from climbing trees, and she loved to climb trees.<br><br>
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| − | As she rounded one of the barns adjacent to her practice fence, the murmuring voices became louder, distracting her, and she fell in to the crops with a soft thunk and rustle of grain.
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| − | "Ow…" came the grumble afterwards from the little Elezen, poking her head out of the crops to grab on to the fence, but stopping as bright blue eyes catch the scene near her, close to the mouth of the road that was the entrance to her village.<br><br>
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| − | "You are required to house us, by law!" the deep, angry voice bellowed, a line of the men from the village, farmers, faced off with a few men clad in metal. They looked like monsters to her little mind, metal monsters she had never before seen.<br>
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| − | "We will not be hosts to the soldiers that terrorize our lands, do you not think we have not heard what you do across the lands? Once you're done eating our winter stores you'll burn our homes and rape our women! Turn back, and find another village!" Deirdre knew the man who was speaking, he was the eldest son of the family who took care of the village, her father had told her they had been here in the very beginning, and it is because of them we have a nice home, warm blankets and food.<br>
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| − | The eldest son spit at the shiny metal monster, and he didn't like that very much.<br><br>
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| − | He raised something from his belt, shiny like a sword, except this spat fire, and made a sudden loud noise that hurt even her ears. Ducking down back in to the grain she covered her ears and closed her eyes… and the rest was whispered prayer.<br><br>
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| − | She heard later what happened though, after spying on her father talking to a few of the other men.<br>
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| − | Fjorn, the son who had spit, was shot with something they called a 'pistol'. They said he was going to lose a leg, but that he was foolish and brave for doing so. They conflicted, wondering if the shiny monsters would return, but her father did not call them monsters, they were called 'Imperial scum'.<br><br>
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| − | '''(1560) 11 -''' '' 'Borrows' a chocobo from her father's stable and goes joy-riding. Participates in a 'coming of age' ceremony.''
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| − | <spoiler>At her age it was, of course, unacceptable for a girl to be out on her own so far from the village so late in the eve… but apparently it was also unacceptable for a girl to take one of her father's chocobos from the stable without asking.<br>
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| − | Sometimes… she just had to do these things she wasn't supposed to. It was just… fun. She didn't want to sit at home and learn how to mend her ripped clothes.<br><br>
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| − | So, that was how she ended up on the back of Bastion, a young chocobo who often kicked his stall door open and steal the others feed bags, only to torment the other birds in her father's flock. She could never imagine moving so quickly, riding down the dusty, dry trails, lonely with shadows in the darkening bell. Azure locks, curly and unruly, whip against her face as the young Elezen tries to keep her seat against the gait of the chocobo, who only wanted to run.<br>
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| − | Holding a rein in each hand she raises her arms, closing her eyes for what seemed like forever… falling… falling… falling… it was a glorious feeling.
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| − | Then, tension in the bird below her brought her back to her senses, snapping eyes open. They were mid-air.<br><br>
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| − | Screaming all she could do was lean forward, grip the feathers at the neck of her steed, and hold on for dear life. A weightless feeling, euphoria, dizziness…
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| − | A moment later they were back on the ground, running again, safe… alive…<br><br>
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| − | Sitting back up, catching her breath, heart pounding so heavy in her chest, she looked back only to see a log. Just a log. A fallen tree… her bird had jumped it. That was it.
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| − | What an amazing feeling.<br><br>
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| − | Tilting her head back she screams again, with sheer excitement, her grin forever erasable in that very moment, her free reined bird kwehing in response.<br>
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| − | She always wanted to feel that way, from that very moment. Forever.</spoiler>
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| − | '''(1561) 12 -''' ''Village attacked and taken over by returning soldiers. Deirdre and her mother flee and escape the lands from caravan to caravan. Exposed to all other races through this travel. Soon after her mother sells her in order to begin a new, lavish lifestyle.''
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| − | <spoiler>The air was so thick and heavy with ash that it was almost impossible to breathe. You could suck in a single breath only to find your lungs on fire, only to choke and cough relentlessly. But she could not stop inhaling the fire and singe her lungs, they had to keep running.<br><br>
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| − | Never letting go of her mother’s hand she had to look back, the orange and red streaks licking at the winter’s sky, tasting it, ash falling like so many evil snowflakes. A deafening hum over the lands, endless, blanketed her whole village… it was the sounds of their homes crumbling. So far behind, even her keen eyes could not see though she knew what they should. The men fighting, steel on steel, the cracking boom of munitions and the screams of the dying. Her father was there… fighting… dying…<br>
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| − | She wanted to run back, but her mother continued to drag her down the snowy slope, clad in only her nightgown. Other women were around them, friends and neighbours, names and faces they knew… running for their lives.<br><br>
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| − | It seemed like forever, reaching the bottom of the hill soaked to the bone. The huddled group of women all looking up at their homes, their village. Finally released from her mother’s deadly grasp, Deirdre turned back, trying to scramble back the way they came. “Father! Brother!”<br>
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| − | She only screamed for him louder when she was pulled back, the tears frozen on her cheeks, throat coated in ice in the dark winter eve. They were all weeping, women and children alike, shivering together in the cold barely dressed in more than night-shifts.<br><br>
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| − | In truth, she did not know where her brother was. Yes, her father was up there with the others, but her brother had left weeks earlier to trade in the cities. He was due back any sun, and could have easily been up there with the other men. It was all so confusing, so frightening. One tick bled in to the next, even the past suns seem blurred and gone to the moment.<br><br>
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| − | Their wailing must have echoed, like things were known to in the mountains. The soldiers heard, or at least a few, a group of five coming to the edge of the village to look down. One raised, as if to point, and another crack of munitions pierced their ears, sending one of the children in to a bloody heap backwards, motionless in the snow.<br>
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| − | They were sitting dodos.<br>
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| − | All at once there was a flurry of motion, each person for themselves. They scattered, leaves on the wind as more shots echoed out. It was a blur, her thin arm being grasped by her mother, hauled along past the little boy staining the snows red, and his mother who did not leave, screaming over his dead body, clutching it feebly. More dropped around them, but they were faceless smears.<br><br>
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| − | In to the trees they went like doe, scampering over logs and around rocks, anything to escape… to survive…<br>
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| − | The tears were clouding her eyes, she lost sight of the other women, and it was only her mother dragging her along after some time. Were the soldiers following? Where would they hide? Where had the others gone? She was so cold… endlessly cold…<br><br>
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| − | The rest was just a haze, and not matter show she tried she couldn’t remember. Perhaps she had fainted… or knocked her head. Regardless, the next she remembered was her bottom hurting, as the trail was awfully bumpy.<br><br>
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| − | Sitting in the back of a chocobo cart, the gate down and her thin little legs hanging over the edge. It was suns later yet she was still clad in her night-shift, feet bare and a thin blanket around her shoulders limply. Disorientated, she looked over her shoulder at her mother sitting with the driver. She was clad in heavy furs, new clothes… and looked like nothing had ever happened. So used to the cold now the young girl only turned back and hung her head, wanting to cry but finding no tears left.<br><br>
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| − | A short time later the cart comes to an abrupt halt, nearly knocking the frail girl off the end. A man approaches, his house is near the little pathway, but Deirdre does not look up to greet him. Her mother does though, chatting happily in the voice she usually reserved for teatime with the other women.<br>
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| − | The other women who were likely dead now.<br>
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| − | Her name… “Deirdre! Deirdre my dove, come here and greet this gentleman.”<br>
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| − | She obeys, slipping from the cart to the ground, head still lowered as she wobbles her way over. A murmured, partial greeting, a barely managed bow. She had never met the man, not even when her father and brother had taken her down to the city. Her father was dead... her brother was dead...<br>
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| − | “Not much to look at. Thin, flat and dull.” His voice is bland, as bland as the old, greying Midlander.<br>
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| − | “Ah, but young. Fatten her up a little, she will fill out. Come now, what we agreed on.”<br><br>
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| − | He mutters, pulling out a sack and counting very carefully before passing it to the woman, who takes it quickly and recounts before slipping it away. Turning to her daughter, she places a worked hand on her head, covered by a silk glove to hide their texture. Without another word, she was gone, neither of them looking back.<br>
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| − | Grumbling at her, the man led her inside the house that was soon to become her nightmare.<br>
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| − | Her new life… her new home…<br>
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| − | Most of which she would block out and forget for as long as possible.</spoiler>
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| − | '''(1562) 13 -''' ''Life with her abusive owner and subsequent escape. Travels back to her homelands, joining the same army that destroyed her village. Her hair is cut and she is branded. Training begins.''
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| − | <spoiler>The rain was relentless. It stung her skin, soaked her to the bone, making her look as if she wore no clothes at all, but it was so dark, and no one really paid any mind to her.<br><br>
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| − | She stood in what was probably a field, but it was a sea of mud now with the downpour. Thick, tall steel walls surrounded it, not the wooden fences she was used too. There were probably thirty or fourty of them, ranging in ages, but most of them were young like her. Right now though, they all looked the same; shivering, pathetic and lost…<br><br>
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| − | A few of those metal men, the cruel Imperials, stood before them. They had no faces, just helmets, but Deirdre could not look up at them, they made her want to cry.<br>
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| − | "Listen up!" one of their deep, metallic voices rang over the sounds of thunder; "You will be processed and assigned a bunk, on the morrow we will assess you. Speak out of line, you will get a beating. Disobey, you will get a beating. Run, and we will kill you. Do anything we do not care for… we will kill you."<br><br>
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| − | Death… she wondered as they moved through the lines of children, would be a welcome thing. Would it? No… she was frightened to die… but she missed her father so much… she wanted Ban back, to scoop her up and tickle her... to pull her in to bed and throw the covers over her little frame and hug her close... warm...<br><br>
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| − | "Girl!"<br><br>
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| − | Snapping her head up she stares wide-eyed at the metal Imperial before her, his sword in one hand. She could have been crying, she could not really tell, the rain streamed down her face and made her curls stick to her skin.<br>
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| − | Panic set over her, freezing her in place, sinking deeper, wanting to cower at his feet. She parted her lips, intending to beg forgiveness, or maybe cry for her father… but he reached forward and cut her off, gripping her wet locks of hair.<br>
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| − | Yelping in pain she stumbles forward as he yanks, the knife meets her skin, slipping through her azure strands like air, sending them in chunks to the ground. All she could do was weep as she watched, cold and battered by the rain as he butchered her hair, which had always hung so free.<br>
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| − | And then it was over, and he moved on to the boy beside her. He did not cry as she did, he did not fall to his knees. But he did yank her up and pull her along when they all moved like livestock to the bunkhouse.<br>
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| − | '''(1563) 14 -''' ''Training continues, she begins being noticed by soldiers for her womanly virtues, and works her way from charming front line men to officers.''
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| − | '''(1564) 15 –''' ''Spends time in Ala Mhigo, occupied by field missions. Here she meets and is under the command of Endricane Feltaro.''
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| − | '''(1565) 16 -''' ''Begins killing the officers trying to sleep with her secretly, making it look like accidents.''
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| − | '''(1570) 21 -''' ''Impregnated. Arrives in Eorzea with her twins and wanders endlessly through the twisting Shroud before meeting up with a random group of strangers. This is where her journey begins...''
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| − | :''Deirdre's name is actually from a Celtic story. Her journal is also available for OOC viewing on the Lodestone. If you would like to RP, please send me a /tell in game or email ([email protected]). I am open for any kind of plot, relation or encounter!'' | |
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| − | :''The Stabby Lists are created based of the OOC nickname for the violent Deirdre, and do not mean you will actually be stabbed. In truth, Deirdre has not actually stabbed more than three other player characters. The friend's lists and any other information contained in this wiki if for OOC purposes only, and should not be taken ICly without expressed permission with exception of the rumours list.''
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| − | :''Deirdre's singing voice is taken from the lead singer in Blackmore's Night, Candice Night.''
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| − | :''The actress who would play Deirdre is [http://wallpaperweb.org/wallpaper/babes/1280x800/jacqueline_macinnes_wood_20091212_0049_1280x800.jpg Jacqueline Macinnes Wood]''
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| − | :''Deirdre's theme-song playlist COMING SOON''
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| − | :''TV Tropes: [http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/TrueNeutral True Neutral], [http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/BigBrotherAttraction Big Brother Attraction], [http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/LettingHerHairDown Letting Her Hair Down], [http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/IceQueen Ice Queen]
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