Illyriana Maxima

Illyriana Usagi

The Gentle Light of Gridania

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Details Vital Information ■ PRONUNCIATION... Ill-leer-e-ah-na ■ NICKNAMES... Illy, Illyria ■ RACE & CLAN... Aura/Raen ■ GENDER... Female ■ AGE... 19 ■ NAMEDAY... 1st Sun, 1th Astral Moon ■ ORIENTATION... Straight ■ MARITAL STATUS... Happily married to Yuri Usagi Other Statistics ■ NATIONALITY... Unknown ■ CITIZENSHIP... Gridanian ■ FAMILY... Deceased/Lost ■ RESIDENCE... Lavender Beds Ward 1, Plot #48 ■ OCCUPATION... Owner of a small bookshop, "The Garden of Words" ■ PATRON DEITY... Oschon, the Wanderer ■ HEIGHT & WEIGHT... 5 fulms, 1 ilms. 96 ponze. ■ ALIGNMENT... Lawful Good Alignment. General Information Illyriana is a gentle, quiet spirit with a hidden love of exploration. Due to years of isolation through her childhood she still struggles with large groups of people but pushes herself to try her best in any situation. She is very approachable but tends to stutter or fidget if she's caught off guard. She has an innate distaste for sand and desert climates and would rather spend her time nestled in the trees of Gridania or under to cool sea winds of Costa Del Sol. Young and free willed, gentle yet as solid as an oak (emotionally...), she strives to find her place in this world as she walks in the light of the crystal. ❝ May your love be my guiding light ❞ Appearance Eyes Hair Skin Build Voice Light green with forest green rings Ginger red with Mauve pink undertones Fair Petitie Often compared to a song bird Bearing Laterality Scars Markings Style Shy but curious Left handed None Nine Feminine and cute Hair & Eyes Illyriana's hair is extremely long, her flowing ginger locks reaching down to her lower back. Her bangs are cut neatly and end right above her eyes as to not impede her vision. She tends to keep her hair up in a long pony tail so that it will not get in the way. Physique & Markings Due to lack of major physical training, Illyriana is frail and thin boned. Her weight is very low and due to her tiny voice and meek stature is often jokingly compared to a leaf on the breeze. Her ivory white scales gently line her body in a common fashion but has a small plate of scales located under her bust that is normally covered by clothing. Hygiene & Attire Illyriana tends to stay in pristine condition, always choosing to fight from afar to avoid the dirt and grime of battle. Her preference tends to be loose, flowing drapes of fabric that make it easy for her to feel the wind's kiss on her skin. She, however, does also tend to have a fondness of a good corset and pair of shorts, but always favors Rose Pink Dye. Personality Psychological Profile Extremely shy and seeing the world through a new light. Desperately want to connect with others, but don't know how or can't tolerate the anxiety that comes with human interaction. She will often push herself to being physically ill in an attempt to interact with others. Years of being shut off from the world has left her with little knowledge of how the rest of Eorzea revolves. Voice Illyriana is extremely soft spoken, her voice similar to that of a morning lark. Due to her meek appearance and low volume she often is misheard or not heard at all in large gatherings of people. She can occasionally be caught singing but will instantly stop if she notices anyone near by. Philosophy & Mannerisms Illyriana's philosophy is positivity and faith in one's self. Though she is a gentle ray of positivity, she tends to be very shy and soft spoken. Her philosophy is born from a need to further herself and honor the loss of a love once held dear. She strives to see the world for both of them but often runs away when she is overwhelmed. Preferences Likes ● The smell of lavender and lillies, her husbands arms, and calm nights by the fire with book in hand. Dislikes ● Loud Noises and crowded spaces, desert heat, and having her personal space invaded. Skills ● Basic offensive and defensive magicks. Prefer's white arts over dark arts.

Combat, Abilities & Weaponry Basic Statistics High: Healing Potential Above Average: Defensive magicks Average: Stamina Low: Physical ability Aetheric Abilities Mastery: Cure II Expert: Cure I Average: Stone Skin Novice: Stone Weapon Training Mastery: Staffs Expert: Wands Average: Shields Novice: N/a Combat Relevant Skills High: n/a Above Average: n/a Average: n/a Low: n/a Non-Combat Abilities ● Highly proficient in the casting of cures, esunas and wards. Combat Abilities ● Occasionally use of black magics will be see on are occasions in dire situations. OOC Note Illyriana focuses on magicks that are offensive and defensive. She has an extrmely frail body and is unable to participate in physical competitions.

History . Disclaimer: . Sixth Astral Era Childhood Illyriana’s exact age and origin are unknown even to her. She was found at sea, drifting aimlessly on a piece of debris from an unknown wreckage, more than likely caused by a pirate raid. It was at this time that a band of cut throats who went by the name of “The Gold Sands” retrieved her from The Sea of Jade. Guessing her age to be around five; her striking, unusual appearance for the time brought about talk of selling her for a large profit. The leader of the band of miscreants went by the name Anshelm Maximus. He was a tall, hard skinned Highlander with a presence so intimidating that even his troupes refused to cross words with him. Anshelm was a man to be feared and respected, however he did have one weakness: His young son, Vhallen. Vhallen was a bright highland child, roughly around the same age as the strange girl they had found. Due to this, he had almost immediately began to befriend her; often begging and pleading with his father to let her stay with them. He would protect her, keep her out of the way, and make sure she was able to carry her own weight. Anshelm wanted to hear none of this, it was a point of contention for almost 3 weeks as he tried to find a safe, untraceable way to be rid of the small Aura child while making a profit. It was upon one of these attempts that an informant betrayed Anshelm. Surrounded, the fight lasted for hours as both sides struggled to be victorious; fighting for who would claim superiority of the desert ambush areas they all had shared in the past. Finally, as the sun rose on the Ala Mhigo, only The Golden Sand stood victorious… but this victory had come at a heavy price. Many of his men had fallen in battle and just as many of the men were injured; among the injured was his son, Vhallen. Anshelm rushed to his son’s side, his wounds where grave and if left untreated he would only last a few hours. Worry and panic spread through his heart, where could a notorious man such as himself take his son? Was he to sit and watch his son join the list of those who had already departed? Without noticing, the young Aura had already come to join him, sitting beside him she smiled and placed her hands on Vhallen. A light shone brightly, so brightly that Anshelm had to close his eyes and turn away… but upon opening this eyes Vhallen’s wounds had closed. White magic. This young girl knew white magic. She had saved his son; she had shown kindness to those who were planning to sell her for profit. For day’s Anshelm toiled in though as the young girl tended to his son and the wounded. The deserts and battle fields where no place for a small child, let alone a female. He had already put his young son in danger multiple times, could he agree to handle the burden of another now? Vhallen had recovered as had many of The Golden Sands; their recovery had been swift due to the countless hours the girl had put into caring for them. Seeing this, Anshelm called his band together for an announcement. The young girl would stay with them; her empathy and abilities in the white arts would prove to be beneficial for the group as a whole. This announcement, however, did not come without its rules and stipulations. The girl would be kept separated from the men at almost all times, only joining the fray when they were in need of her abilities. The men around a young growing girl was a concern, but also he didn’t want his men to become lazy and dependent on her…. That…. And her unusual appearance would catch far too many eyes. Upon this announcement and rules Anshelm welcomed the child into The Golden Sands. His son Vhallen then decided what name would suit her best. Vhallen bestowed upon her the name, Illyriana, and with that she had a home, a family, even if it was a bit isolated. She was happy. Many years had passed; both Illyriana and Vhallen had grown up swiftly. Vhallen had already started to bulk up, his muscles now emphasizing his broad Highland frame. His face had grown increasingly handsome and his stance was bold and proud, but even though his outer appearance had hardened he still was a soft, kind man. He also had spent many years at Illyriana’s side and slowly but surely had begun to fall in love with her. Illyriana had grown as much as she was able, her frame was small and petite, barely even weighing 90 ponds. She was frail and quiet, her voice was as quiet and humble as her appearance was. She had developed a soft face, gentle features adorned by soft ginger hair that draped around her cheeks; she was a stunning beauty. She did not have much physical strength, years of isolation and very few occasions where she was allowed to join the rest of the troupes did have some minor affects to her growth. She, however, did not need to protect herself. Wherever she went, Vhallen was almost always by her side. Very few would dare to place their hands on her, any that did soon regret their decision. For many years the two walked together, her world was small but she was happy. Illyriana and Vhallen had grown increasingly close over their years together, both of them harboring strong feelings for one another, but neither had the resolve to say it out loud however. More than 11 years together had formed strong bonds of friendship, both where afraid that if the other did not feel the same they would risk losing all of many years together. Vhallen, however, had begun to worry. Every night the looming red star in the sky would grow; whispers of of war, primals, things Illyriana had never seen nor had any knowledge about. He worried what would happen if he had to leave her for war, if The Golden Sands grew increasingly unstable or she was taken out to even more dangerous battles…. The possibilities worried him into sleepless nights. The Golden Sands had also begun to grow increasingly volatile. Anshelm had grown more aggressive as the looming star grew closer; he would attack his troupes, and take missions that were out of the bands league, sending Illyriana out on increasingly more dangerous missions. She would be punished if she was unable to heal the high amount of injuries, often denied food and warmth in the cold desert nights. Vhallen knew things had to change; she was growing weaker and he could barely stand to see her suffer. On a bright moon lit night he took her out to sit on a clifftop and there he confessed his feelings, his fears, and his wants… and she returned his feelings. That night he presented her with a Jade green hair pendant and promised her that soon he would take her away from The Golden Sands, the cold deserts, the lonely nights. That night, under the bright moon and the lingering red star, he proposed to her. Seventh Umbral Era Adulthood Dalamund has descended and the calamity had come; leaving in its wake a sea of death and confusion. Illyriana and Vhallen where fortunately spared most of the hardships that followed after, but their lives where not free of turmoil. Anshelm had grown senile, warped and changed due to the horrors of the crash down paired with old age. He had little the force needed to maintain his position in the region; supplies grew as thin as his nerves. The Golden Sands where in turmoil, many left out of fear of Anshelm’s fits of rage, dispersing throughout the regions of Thanalan to various bandit brigades. Vhallen, however, was still unable to leave his father; he toiled to try and easy his mind, taking on more increasingly dangerous missions to try and acquire the supplies needed for the few that where left. Illyriana had grown increasingly frail, her body now teetering upon unhealthy levels of low weight and minimum muscle mass but Anshelm still went out of his way to drag her into situations barely any of The Golden Sands where able to walk away from. On the final mission she would attend, Fehain, Anselm’s second in command was stricken down by a mortal blow and Illyriana, being exhausted from lack of food and rest was unable to do little more than watch. This threw Anshelm into a rage so violent that the young Au Ra was left battered, bruised, and limping with a broken leg; Vhallen had had enough. In the dead of night, he retrieved her from her slumber; packing a few bits of food and water for the long haul from the Thanalan deserts to the boarders of the Black Shroud. He carried her for 2 days, resting at night when we could find them ample shelter. They were so close, just another day’s walk and they would be able to start their life anew, it would be hard but they knew they could both accomplish anything together. On their last night before their final trek, the moon hung high with an almost red haze, the trees rustled as the nearby winds from the shroud made their way across the cold desert stands but sadly this would be their final night together. Without warning they were ambushed, Vhallen had been careless, he had thought there was no way his father would be so far gone as to peruse him, but alas there he was… sword in hand and a blood lust in his eyes. Anshelm fumed with a deep rage; his only son whom he had raised alone all these years had disobeyed him, had left him over a woman. This woman, this scaled demon STOLE his son. She was deceiving him, he through, using him because she was too weak to stand on her own two feet. If she was gone the problem would be gone as well, kill the young lamed Au Ra and his son would return to his side; with that thought buzzing in his mind he flew into a berserk rage towards Illyriana, axe in hand. Vhallen quickly responded, deflecting his father’s axe with his own. He would not let anyone harm his beloved. Illyriana screamed as loud as her frail voice would allow, she begged and pleaded for them to stop, that no one needed to fight, that she’d seen enough death and couldn’t bear to see the man who took her in and the man she loved fight each other… or even worse kill one another. Her cries, however, fell on deaf ears. The two Highlanders had both flown into a rage, neither willing to back down; trading once vicious blow after the other. The sound of clashing steel and yells rang through the cold night until after almost 2 bells the sounds grew dull, and then… there was silence. Vhallen had emerged the victor, his father eventually collapsing to the ground… his old age had finally caught up with him and in his final moments he saw his son covered in blood standing over him. What a fool he’d been, to only see now that all his life all he has ever wanted was for his son to be happy; and with that, he drew his final breath. Vhallen staggered, dropping his axe and collapsing to the ground, his body covered in deep wounds as he reached his hand heavily towards his love. Illyriana crawled to Vhallen’s side; her ankle was engorged and swollen from a break that has yet to properly heal. She tried as hard as she could to muster what energy she had to heal him, she couldn’t lose him… Vhallen was all she had. She couldn’t go one without him, she wouldn’t…. But sadly she did not have the energy to conjure, her failed attempts to heal him growing more and more desperate as her sobs became heavy. Vhallen reached up to her, placing his chilled hand against her cheek as he gentle spoke to her, “Don’t cry beloved. There is so much more for you to see in this world. Its beauty rivaled only by your own. No matter where you go or what you do, I’ll always be with you. You’re free, no one to hold you back, tell you where to go or who to be…. This is all I’ve ever wanted for you. Be happy my love and know that no matter how long, I’ll be waiting for you. Just promise me… you’ll smile more?” And with those last words he gave her a gentle smile as she attempted to nod through the heart break washing over her; his hand slipped, hitting the ground beside her and all grew silent… Vhallen had left her, passing away with a smile on his face; knowing that the one thing he had wanted for her he was finally able to provide. Illyriana crumpled, clinging to Vhallen’s still warm body she sobbed throughout the night until the sun began to rise. As the hot sun rose she laid beside Vhallen, holding his lifeless hand in hers; she refused to leave him behind… how could she? It was at this time that a small band of traveling merchants in route to Gridania stumbled upon the horrific scene, rushing to her aid they tried to piece together what had happened through her broken sobs. They knew the young woman was in need of dire aid; covered from head to two in blood and bruises, her ankle had swollen to almost three times the size it should have been. They tried to pick her up and move her to their caravan but she screamed, clinging tightly to the body of the male Highlander; her voice cracked as she yelled, she refused to move, she refused to leave her fiancé behind. Eventually the band of merchants agreed and they gathered his body, wrapping it in cloth and placing it in the back of one of the wagons where they ushered her to sit. The trip was long, each moment she sat looking at Vhallen’s body wrapped in cloth she began to grow more and more aware of the events that had unfolded and that her life would never be the same. She steeled her heart as much as possible as they grew closer to the city-state, but she had no words upon arrival… she could not bring herself to say that Vhallen had died… saying those words would mean this was her reality now. Vhallen was buried in a peaceful spot of the Black Shroud, on a hilltop overlooking the beautiful rivers they had longed to see together… when Illyriana would visit his gave it felt as though they truly where able to see the gentle waters together. She would spend almost two years with the conjurer’s guild as she healed deep wounds that where both physical and mental, during which she learned that she could embrace the abilities she had, even grow them. She devoted herself to the conjurer’s guild, working day and night to better herself. She wanted to grow, become someone who would be able to better the world and make Vhallen proud of her. She would devote herself to the healing arts. In Recent Times Moving Forward Illyriana now spends her time residing within the Conjurer’s Guild. The guild showed her kindness, assisted her in healing both her heart and body and now she does what she can to repay them. Often Illyriana can be seen on patrols with the Wood Wailers and often is called upon when the sick or tired are in need. She has devoted her soul to furthering her abilities, hoping that someday if she encounters the same situations from her past that she will be able to stand tall and proud. All Vhallen ever wanted has for her to smile, for her to see the world and live outside of the small cage he had tried to free her from for years. Due to her isolation she is extremely and is often scared of groups but her mentor, Maroile, who has hope that one day she will break free of the chains that hold her down. With Maroile’s encouragement, Illyriana has begun to leave Gridania more frequently; searching for small events and get togethers she can attend in an attempt to broaden her views of the world. Her goal is to one day become a conjurer and possibly even join the Hearers. Though extremely shy and naive, she pushed herself forward while caring the memory of her beloved in her heart.

Relationships Relationship Status Legend ღ Relationship ❣ Attraction ♡ Complicated ♦ Friend ✝ Deceased ✔ Positive ✖ Negative ● Neutral � Unsure Family All known family currently deceased or lost. Acquaintances Yuri Usagi ღ:While stargazing on the beaches of Mist, Illyriana watched as a young man walked to the waters edge. As her eyes fixed on his notable cherry blossom hair her eyes fixed to see something fall from his packets and splash into the waters. Him, having not noticed, made his way further into the rocky landings in the water. Illyriana retrieved the small, soggy coin purse and attempted to return it to the tall rosen miqo'te. Upon their irises locking onto one another they found themselves deep in conversation for days on end; chatting about their lives and losses. Slwoly over time they both came to understand that this feeling was love and now they have begun to take the first steps down a new path of life together. : Yuri's Appearance |Alexander Strikesteel ✔ | Gunduin Banedriver ✔ | Maroile (NPC) ♦ | E-Sumi Yan (NPC) ♦ | Table Cloth ♡ Former Acquaintances Deceased Vhallen ღ | Mother � | Father � | Vhallen's Father ✖ (All Currently NPCS)

Rumors NPC Rumors Some of these rumors are untrue, speculation, or are greatly exaggerated. ◢ Common Rumors - Easily overheard. Use these freely! ■ "I Hear that girl rarely takes that hair clip out of her hair!" — Gridanian Conjurer. ■ "I hear she's so shy she runs away mid conversation, how rude!" — Gridanian Citizen. ◢ Uncommon Rumors - A little more difficult to hear. Use sparingly or ask first! ■ "They say her song is so gentle it lulls even hardened men to sleep." — Playful Gridanian Child. ■ "I hear her "love" of water is more of an obsession. How weird!" — Uptight Housewife. ◢ Rare Rumors - Very rarely overheard. Please ask before using! ■ "E-Sumi Yan spoils her too much. Favoritism has no place in our guild! " — Unnerved Conjurer. ■ "The other day Marolle has to carry her back from the stalls. Looked like she was crying." — Concerned Passerby. PC Rumors Feel free to add your own rumors to this section. ◢ Player Character Rumors - Some of these are more rare than others! ■ "She... She ran away mid conversation....?" — Alexander StrikeSteel. ■ "Rumor" — Rumormonger.

Gallery Music Suteki Da Ne Artist: Susan Calloway Origin: Distant Worlds II Context: Final Fantasy X Ronfaure Forest Artist: Unknown Origin: Final Fantasy XI Context: Beautiful Music Orchestral Suite No. 3 D-dur Artist: Johann Sebastian Bach Origin: None Context: Music to describe Illyriana's personality Artwork Description, may leave blank. In-Game Screenshots

RP Info Location & Probability Places where the character is very likely to be seen ■ Apkallu Falls - Gridania: High ■ Hidden Falls - Costa Del Sol: High ■ Conjurer's Guild - Gridania - Costa Del Sol: Medium ■ The Quicksand - Ul'dah: Medium Affiliations Most of these aren’t public, and would have to be asked after! ■ Gridania, Conjurer's Guild: Rescued and nursed back to health my Marolle of the guild. Slowly befriended Marolle and hear teacher E-Sumi Yan. IC Inventory The following items are things that this individual carries on their person at all times. These are noted for pickpockets, and those watching her closely. This information is meant to be a prompt for insight and is not to be meta-gamed, though feel free to use this information if it comes up logically in RP (pickpocketing, a search, etc) with use of a simple /tell. ■ Coinpurse: A simple coin purse made of soft leather, containing a few hundred gil. RP Limits I like to consider myself a flexible player who is willing to commit to a number of different types of scenes and role-play scenarios, but even I have my limits. If something is on the play list, assume it means yes, as long as it's within the context of the current play or ongoing plot. No's are typically a hard no, and it means don't ask. ■ I will take part in active conversations and events. Illyriana is shy and can take a bit of gentle conversing to get her to open up. ■ Ask about flirtation. Illyriana is not very prone to flirting due to her past. occasionally flirtation will cause her to flee the area due to embarrassment. ■ Illyriana/myself will not take part in any form of ERP due to personal reasons. Please respect these boundaries and try not to push her with sexual advances. If she feels she's being advanced upon, after one warning she will leave the scene. RP Hooks While the below is by no means comprehensive, it's a kind of spring board for walk-up RP. Longer plots that are meant to run for more than a few quick RP's, please feel free to send me a tell so we can work out a good reason for our characters to get to know one another. I'm always looking for RP, unless I'm actively spamming PvE content. ■ currently unknown.

OOC Notes Player Information Player Note There is a lot of information on this character wiki, but it is by no means completely comprehensive. There are chunks of backstory that are left intentionally vague so that details can be later added as developed through creative writing or in role-play revelation. Feel free to use Common or Uncommon rumors freely, if you want to use a Rare Rumor as a plot hook or to spark RP, I would ask that you send me a tell first, to make certain it's alright. Character Lore Adherence Everything concerning this character that has not been confirmed by in-game lore should be taken with a grain of salt. Anything that has had to be changed because of lore shifting will be noted below. ■ Updated 11/17/16. Character Concept Information. Character Tidbits Links Out Links that lead off the wiki, but are technically relevant to the character. ■ Link Description: Link Title Tropes & Explanations A trope is a convention or device that is often found in creative works. In this case, the tropes below describe my character either in part, or as a whole. Their background, personality, appearance, etc, most of them can be described in the tropes below. ■ Trope Tropes are devices and conventions that a writer can reasonably rely on as being present in the audience members' minds and expectations. On the whole, tropes are not clichés.

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