Joyful Song

Joyful Song

The Onyx Lady of Limsa

❝ I tempt my fate, certainly, but I do it with luck and a smile. ❞

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Details Vital Information ■ NICKNAMES... Joy, Jay, Jay Bee, The Onyx Flower ■ RACE & CLAN... Roegadyn , Hellsguard ■ GENDER... Female ■ AGE... Undetermined. Thought to be anywhere from 25-31 summers old. ■ NAMEDAY... 6th Sun, 2th Umbral Moon ■ ORIENTATION... Bisexual ■ MARITAL STATUS... Uninterested. Other Statistics ■ NATIONALITY... Sharlayan ■ CITIZENSHIP... Limsa Lominsa | Sharlayan ■ FAMILY... Mother: Unknown | Father: Unknown | Mentor: Sarito Carito ■ RESIDENCE... N/A ■ OCCUPATION... Scholar, Collector of Rarities ■ PATRON DEITY... Thaliak, the Scholar ■ HEIGHT & WEIGHT... 8 fulms, 6 ilms. 168 ponze. ■ ALIGNMENT... Neutral Good General Information . ❝ Knowledge seeks no man and thus, we delve into the big, scary cave, my dear. ❞ Appearance Eyes Cerulean Hair Black, with blonde streaks Skin Caramel Build Statuesque Stunner Voice Scottish as hell Hair & Eyes Though it's not entirely sure which side of her true family she acquired them from, Joyous's eyes are a magnificent shade of blue-green. They are far from perfect however, as she requires reading glasses in order to scour over her books, and her vision close up is rather poor. They seem to change color ever-so-slightly, depending on the light of the area around her. Joyous's hair, on the other hand, is directly attributed to her father, a man whom she apparently has a very poor relationship with. Stating that she dyes her hair on purpose, it's not entirely known what hue it actually is only that, apparently, she loathes it. Physique & Markings Like many of her kind, Joyful is notably tall and while thicker in muscle than most other races, is surprisingly lacking in physical strength. She is curvy, with more an hourglass figure than the bulk of her kin, with accentuation on hips and chest both. Noticeable scars include several along her back, to which if inquired upon, will earn you only the deepest of her scowls. Joyful enjoys adorning her body with different markings, most celebrating an achievement. To note, she has one of Sharlayan design on her left shoulder, a sea serpent representing her piratical tide on her right arm, one marking her ascension to Scholar of Nym trailing down her left arm, a depiction of a Pyrolisk running down her left leg, and finally a marking of a comet on her right shoulder representing her newfound purpose. It is unclear however, what the one across her left eye represents. Hygiene & Attire In spite of her former Malestrom ties, Joyful Song is a tidy woman, who enjoys being presentable in public. Though not the sort of creature to turn up her nose at getting dirty, it is noted that she commonly wears fine clothing, and dislikes getting anything stained on it, insisting that a Scholar is neat and orderly both mentally and physically. She's hardly the sort of person who goes out of her way to wear fancy or overly-stylish clothing; everything on her person has a function and a purpose, and that is precisely how she likes it. "Nymian Scholar" Attire: When presented the opportunity to do so, whether it be at some manner of dinner party or formal event, Song will typically don her traditional Nymian Scholar's attire. "Combat Scholar" Attire: Mixing together both Nymian and Sharlayan designs in green, gold, and white, this attire represents its wearer perfectly....a balance of elegance, utility, and practicality. The Aethercell gloves store aether from the surrounding area in case Song runs short of it on her own. "COMET Commander: An adorable outfit featuring Song's Sapphire Carbuncle around her shoulders. It bears the COMET insignia on the shoulders and some several sashes that appear to be for style... "Head Librarian": A feathery black coat with several compartments for various books along the bottom half, and an Aetheric Measurer in order to check dangerous quantities of Aether at a distance without physical contact... Personality Psychological Profile Voice Song speaks with a hefty Scottish accent, emphasizing on her vowels, while skipping over consonants she finds unneeded (usually, g's and d's). Philosophy & Mannerisms Ah...freedom. While many might think they understand the concept, Song sees freedom for what it truly is...subjective, unfathomable, and ultimately, unobtainable... But that doesn't mean she intends not to seek it out anyway. She places value not only in freedom, but on life and the individual as well, finding that individualism is equally as strong as a group united. Free ultimately believes life not to have any manner of plan, and that destiny is merely a word used to describe what cannot have answers. To her, freedom is the only way one can achieve happiness and satisfaction, knowing all too well the pain of being forced to do something you don't wish to do. The right of a single person to seek their own pleasures is one of the cornerstones of society; but, being good, Joyful refuses to step on others in order to accomplish it...though, she probably could... despite that, she feels every other creature has the right to the pursuit of pleasure as well. Free could never bring herself, however, take action that could unnecessarily jeopardize the lives of other persons or creatures, and does her best to prevent others from doing the same...usually with a few tricks up her sleeves and some insults to throw their way. Song is not beyond harming those who deserve it, and finds a great deal of pleasure in making those who decide to be ignorant and brutish look foolish. Stone finds there is a lesson to be had in everything, and those not willing enough to listen to them ultimately deserve to be picked on by smarter people—mostly, her. Preferences Likes ❄ Red wines. ❄ Vylbrand. ❄ Meat, particularly roasted meat. ❄ Outwitting her opponents. ❄ Exploring new places. ❄ Reviving the past. ❄ Learning or creating new magicks. ❄ Learning or creating new tricks ❄ Picking fights. ❄ Rowdy Parties. Dislikes ❄ Dishonesty. ❄ Zealotry. ❄ Extreme heat. ❄ Dry weather. ❄ People who try too hard to be intimate ❄ People who can't respect her / others ❄ Those who flaunt their authority. ❄ Those who dismiss education. ❄ Pettiness. ❄ Betraying a promise. Skills ❄ Plays the flute. ❄ Magic. ❄ Healing. ❄ Translating texts (Nymian, Mhachi, and Amdapori only.) ❄ Transfiguration. (Small-Medium objects. No smaller than a minion. No larger than a karkul.) ❄ Excellent Tactician ❄ High knowledge of Aether ❄ High knowledge of Nymian lore ❄ Sleight-of-hand

Combat, Abilities & Weaponry File:SongCombatBanner.gif Basic Statistics High: Aether, Mind Above Average: Intelligence Average: Charisma, Dexterity, Speed Low: Defense Aetheric Abilities Mastery: Scholar Lores Expert: Sleight of Hand | Transfigurative Magicks Average: Arithmeticks | Black Magicks Novice: White Magicks Combat Relevant Skills Mastery: Aether Shields, Magick-based healing, Nymian Tactics Expert: Supportive Skills (IE: Arithmeticks) Average: Basic Survival skills Poor: Physical Strength, Easily overpowered Limit Break ● Nymian Rally Cry: Casts Shell, Haste, Protect, Refresh, Regen, and Float on the entire party. OOC Note Joyous's style of combat is an unusual one. Of all her assets, the most powerful and deadly is not her magicks, or her Scholar Lores, but her incredibly sharp wit. Song is strikingly perceptive, in spite of her mannerisms and outward appearance, able to quickly analyze a person's personality and therefore paint an accurate picture of what their strengths and flaws are. Joyful Song finds a bit of glee in psyching out her opponents, doing her best to use their own weaknesses against them, typically resorting to playing on people's overconfidence in themselves. However, she is as susceptible to these tricks as her enemies, and those who can pick up on what she tries to pull will find Joyful backed up into a corner. Song comes off as borderline goofy, and almost dimwittedly careless to most who find themselves in a scuffle against her--however, this is done quite on purpose. Able to disguise one plan within the shroud of another, most people would brush off her actions as carelessness or sheer stupidity; Joyful Song on the other hand, makes critical moves while seemingly acting foolish in order to catch people off guard. With her perceptive nature and Nymian Tactics comes the ability to seamlessly flow from one situation to the other, carefully planning, (and then planning around those plans, and so on,) around each new confrontation that sets itself before her. With this said, Song's ability to use her environment and whatever tools are on hand to her advantage comes naturally to her. She keeps a number of tools concealed on her person for such occasions. (See related tab for details) Joyful Song is not a fair player. She considers that every move in combat is fair play (unless it involves damage to the innocent, or being needlessly cruel,) and will resort to run away, throw low blows, or even cheating outright. If her life, or the life of another, is in danger, Song is quick to act, regardless of what dishonor or humiliation is involved in the consequences. She picked this particular set of morals from the Maelstrom pirate crew she lived with after the Calamity, her flamboyantly dramatic mentor Archon Blyssbyrn, and the Nymian Tactician Palov Zolev, who was attributed to stating that "Honor means very little to Nym as a people if they are not alive to tell of it. I should rather suffer the dishonor of a foul tactic against our foes than have our children's children pay prices for being too meek to carry them forth."

History . Disclaimer: Sharlayan stuff has been made up due to lack of information. Sixth Astral Era Childhood Joyful Song was born and raised within the Capital of Sharlayan by perhaps two of the wealthiest people in the area—Eifadoenn Ghimbryd, a well-known Goldsmith, and her husband Gohtfyr Haemrkoen, one of the finest men to ever turn rocks and stones into metal to build and create. Between the pair of them, Joyful was raised with the love and concern for the old and new alike, uncovering the secrets of the past with an understanding it may help the future, while generating one's own imprint into history with their own feats. Often, they would visit their home-away-from-home in the Dravanian Hinterlands, where the family owned a small estate, and it was there that Song immediately fell in love with the most prominent building there...the Great Library. Curious and stubborn to a fault, Joyful was often seen in her new parents' rather extensive library, reading as much as she could get her hands upon...and when the books at home had run dry of new information, Song found herself determined at only the ripe age of eight summers to enter into the Great Gubal Library, of which countless attempts to sneak past Voidsent, Soulkin, and mortal guards wrought no fruit. To the frustration of both of her parents, Joyful was something of a troublemaker, apt to ignoring the social norms of Sharlayan way, though this was simply out of an earlier upbringing outside of it. Despite her constant scuffles with security, Joyful tried time and time again until at last, Gohtfyr became utterly fed up and relented to allowing her apprenticeship into the Answering Quarter. Joyful took to being a student as most would say, a mallard to water, though it was more akin to a trout, most of her tutors would later comment. Her eagerness to learn exceeding well beyond excitement, the Hellsguard was oft seen long after lessons had commenced, grilling her Praetors on information in hopes of learning more and more. It seemed to most that Song would not be content until she'd annoyed someone to the point of letting her through the doors to the treasured Gubal Library, but it would not come for some long while yet. Apprentices, let alone most unaccomplished folks, were unable to access its halls, and Joyful was nowhere near accomplishing anything of major note. In spite of passing her examinations with flying colors and demonstrating an astonishing knack for both Transfiguration and Arcana, Joyful was merely one fish in a sea full of potential apprentices a senior Sharlayan could take. Fortune, however, was on Joyous's side, much to her glee. It was by sheer coincidence that she came across renowned Archon and historian Rhotraen Toffund, a Sea Wolf woman with as bitterly cold and steely a personality as one could find, and was familiar with Song's adopted mother...though that was hardly enough to persuade her. Joyous, anxious and eager to please someone in order to take on apprenticeship, followed her around akin to a shadow, saying nothing and observing everything the other woman did with ever-growing interest. Toffund had yet to even consider taking on an apprentice in her twelve years as an Archon, in spite of all her work, due to her incredibly high standards and demands from those who worked under her. The young Hellsguard stood vigil outside every building the Archon entered, typically with a pile of tomes to keep her company, only to collect them immediately upon the woman exiting. Rain, shine, sleet or snow, where Rhotraen went, Joyful Song was quick to tail. And as it happened one incredibly hot day, as Joyful picked up her tomes once again to follow the Sea Wolf to her next destination, the Archon paused, turned around, and placed another book upon its top—a work Toffund herself had written on her findings concerning the War of the Magi. This was the only sign the woman would ever give that she'd consented to a pupil—the very slightest of hints—of which Joyful excepted with zeal. The next morning, Rhotraen questioned the young student, believing she'd taken the book without looking at it, expecting that she'd already won the position, on contents within...only to find that Joyful had indeed read through nearly the entirety of the tome without cease but to sleep and eat. Mildly stunned by the dedication, Toffund accepted Song as her first and only apprentice to this very day. Rhotraen Toffund was, without a doubt, a busy woman. With frequent travels towards Eorzea and the sites of eld to uncover the mysteries left behind in the 5th Calamity of Water, Joyful Song was hardly ever seen in the Hinterland Colony after taking behind her teacher. Scouring around the overgrown thicket of where once was Admapor in the Black Shroud, near the marshy saltwater wastelands near the Yafemi Saltmoors, Rhotraen exposed her pupil to dangers of both physical and magical powress...from wild beasts roaming the lands, tainted by powers long since passed, to wards of incredible aetheric potency. Nothing seemed to dismantle the young girl to the point of her ever turning back, and her ever-growing determination and excitement to learn was more endearing than agitating. Toffund seemed to enjoy her zeal for learning, rather than merely tolerate it, and stated many a time amongst her closest of friends that she found Song's love for discovering the new within the old to be soothingly kindred in spirit to her own loves. Ah...but where there was one love there is always, inevitably, another—Joyous's came in the form of Vylbrand. The island paradise where once the great and magically prosperous city of the Nymians flourished drew Joyful in as a moth to the flames, and soon Song became all-encompassed with learning its intricacies. There was something akin to herself that she saw in the times of Nym past, where strategy and intelligence, combined with force and determination, wrought victory from near to nothing...a series of traits that she undeniably had in spades, to be certain, though hardly as well refined. Though it took two years of begging and pleading to Rhotraen to allow her to continue work independently of her teacher, Toffund eventually relented, and Song threw herself into unlocking the secrets of Nym's mysterious and nearly-extinct past. Bronze Lake was her new home for several years to come. Now sixteen summers, the young woman had established herself as a self-sustaining sort, working odd jobs in order to eke out living near the extensively deep body of water. Her free time was spent digging about, just as her mother had taught her when she was young, seeking some manner of artifact or hint that the Nymians may had left behind...but alas, she could find little to nothing most days... Or, at least, that was what may have been, had she not stumbled upon the petrified remains of one page from a now-famous tome—the Omnilex—said to contain every tactic known to man at the age. With Joyous's discovery, more eager souls from Sharlayan came to dig upon the foundation, hoping to uncover more of Nym's past alongside the girl who had brought it to life once again. After only a summer's worth of moving earth and rock, the dig site uncovered much, from medals to weapons, to pieces of architecture, to age-old remains in the earth; all of which served as a great deal of pride to Rhotraen. But such things would come to a close come the swelling tide of the Garlean Empire. Having seized Ala Mhigo and now eyeing Eorzea, the grim face of everything Sharlayan stood against now loomed on the horizon, and it was to Sharlayan that the four other city-states now turned to with hope. For Sharlayan and her Colony alike were far more along than they, the learned nation bringing Aetheryte travel and many other innovations to Aldenard's lands in so short a time. But it was the Forum who watched, tentatively, as the Garleans licked their chops on the prospects of taking not only the continent, but likely their own nation next. Joyful Song, having only but recently become an Under-Archon, finally able to have access into the Gubal Library's halls, was filled with no dread or worry in her heart. Carefree but for her own work on bringing Nym back into the light, she noted the plight of Ala Mhigo, but took no qualms with it. However, it would have heartbreaking consequences for her and her longtime mentor with the Forum's demand to withdraw back to Sharlayan, as part of the neutrality towards Garlemald. Torn between her homeland, of which she remembered little to none and had been only some few times before on scholarly trips, and Vylbrand, a land not her own but still owned her heart, Joyful elected to abandon the exodus, and stay behind. Now nineteen summers, she had all but thrown away her life and potential, most said, by choosing to stay with the savage Eorzeans, but none, not even her adopted parents or her siblings could convince her to go. Joyful Song continued to work in the coming moons, alone, at the dig site. Every piece of work she uncovered was taken back to Sharlayan, in hopes that with her sacrifice, just a little more of Nym may survive the Calamity Eorzea had brought down upon itself. The day that none should ever soon forget, Song did her damnedest to aid those seeking comfort, shielding some from the debris of collapsing buildings, and mending to the wounds of others. Limsa Lominsa, now that Sharlayan had, in her eyes, turned tail and ran, was now her home...and she would protect it and her people, of whom the Hellsguard knew too well for all her years of being on the island, with equal ferocity. Seventh Umbral Era Adulthood :In the wake of the Calamity's aftermath, much was needed...and what she could provide now for her newly adopted homeland, Joyful was both eager and solemn to provide. Having witnessed but a sliver of the grim fate the Garleans had decided to bring upon the realm, Song's heart rekindled with new fire and new purpose...to first rebuild Limsa Lominsa to stability, and to then dedicate herself wholly to aiding the Ala Mhigan Resistance with her skills. Though her abilities were far from masterful, Joyful brought solace in any way she could muster, from using her knowledge as a Goldsmith and Armorer to aid with masonry and rebuilding, to mending the wounds of the injured and downtrodden. Eventually, however, Limsa Lominsa returned to her feet, and Song was left without a home to call her own. Convinced her life's work was gone, she turned to the only place that would take her—the crew of the Kracken's Arms. Never having lived on a vessel before, Song took to the life of a seaman with the grace and calmness of a rampaging auroch, serving as the ship's medical expert...with a near-constant case of sea-sickness for the first fortnight. A fish out of water in the very least, Joyful was mostly shunned from her peers and fellow Kracken members...on land, she was well-beloved and respected...but on sea, she was as much a laughing stock as the village fool. Joyous, being a woman raised on morals and respect, found herself alienated on a crew of ragtag pirates and misfits...something she could never have fixed on her own. And it would take a near tragedy to remedy the way her crewmates saw her. On the seventh day of the fourth moon, the L.S.S. Misery found itself adrift in a sea of fog. Visibility was near to naught, and the Captain, Carvallain De Gorgagne, had no way to guide their vessel safely to port. With no lighthouse in sight, and the Pharos closed off, they floated aimlessly out into the open sea...Sahagin territory. And lo, the Serpent Reavers surrounded the Misery and her crew on the fourteenth bell, wrangling up their numbers and capturing every last soul on board, dragging them off to a small chain of islands just off the Indigo Deep. For nearly three moons, the crew of the Indigo Lass was held captive with no hope of rescue from their fellow Kracken members, having been long thought dead by the second moon. While day after day the Reavers took to drowning males who did not immediately swear alliance to Leviathan (those who had, were drowned anyway,) the female members of the crew, numbering twenty-eight, were subjected to a far worse fate, one could say. Joyous, feeling the hopelessness of her crew settling in to steer them to their doom and not wishing to be one of the number to join her abused allies, began to desperately formulate some manner of escape plan. Their captain soon to be hung before them all as an example and to dampen their remaining hope that the Malestrom would find them, Song knew all too well that whatever she concocted would have to be swift...without their captain, beloved by the crew and a moral staple to them all, they were like as not doomed to the fate the Reavers had in mind for them. The morn de Gorgane was intended to be executed, what remained of the Indigo Lass's ragged and near-dead crew were gathered to witness his murder. It was there that Joyful made her move, laughing aloud as the enemy captain, a Hyur named Sampson, tightened the noose around the Elezen's neck. When beaten down to keep her laughter silent to no avail, the Reaver questioned what caused her so much disruption, asking if she'd merely lost her mind. In response, Song shook her head, merely replying that hanging Carvallain was a cowardly thing to do, and that any man worth his salt would have the brains to simply shoot him and get it over with, stating that Sampson was neither wise nor brave. Furiously, the enemy captain stormed off the stage, giving a blow to the woman himself for her comment before returning to kill off the enemy captain. But once again as he went to end his life, the Hellsguard commented again, saying that, now that his crew knew how spineless he was, mutiny was certain to breed within his ranks until it overwhelmed him. A second time did Sampson pause, this time with a legitimate concern, his eyes on his supposedly loyal men. In some way, though she was far from aware of this information, Joyful was not wrong in her assumption, the truth of it now showing in the Hyur's eyes. “Here's how you can prove you are both wise and dauntless both,” Joyful told him. “Let's take a gamble, shall we? You're still human enough to enjoy a toss of the dice, no?” Of course, came the reply. “Then you and I will take turns gambling. Let us make it a wager of threes...if we bet thrice on three different games, the winner of two shall declare victory. If you win, then we shall all happily throw ourselves to the Lord of the Whorl, or serve you dutifully...whichever suits your fancy. Should we win, you will release me, and me alone.” Such a selfish barter made those crew still left on the Misery bristle with hatred...how could the Doc, as they'd come to call her, be so callous as to save her own skin?! But the hate-filled glares and curses were entirely ignored by Song as she kept her eyes locked onto Captain Sampson. “You see that cloudkin yonder, do you not?” She asked, nodding her head towards a parrot resting in the trees nearby. “Toss two pieces of fish on the ground, and let us gamble on which it will go for first. This will be our first game.” “Why in the seven pissin' hells would I ever take your little bet for?” The other questioned. “Shut your maw, n' wait your turn, a'fore I stuff somethin' in it to make you silent,” he told her, with a leer. “Very well,” Song responded, coolly. “But are you to tell me that you are too afraid of me to play simple games? What might that say to your crew, that you're too afraid of a woman tied and bound and beaten?” Begrudgingly, Captain Sampson agreed to the terms of the wager, and the first game began. The Serpent Reaver was unfamiliar with the bird perched in the palm trees overhead however...the beloved parrot of the Misery, a deep bluefeathered creature Captain Cavallain himself kept as a pet, always sat on his left shoulder, and always went for whatever foodstuffs was closest to his beak. And so it was that Captain Sampson lost the first bet. In his anger, Sampson demanded a second bet, pouring a glass of ale to the brim and dropping a single gil into it, claiming that the first to have the mug overflow would lose. However, through outright cheating using a small piece of cloth to put small drops of her own spit with every gil she put in, Song was able to claim victory over the Hyur. Captain Sampson, utterly furious at being bested twice in a row (once at his own game,) was determined to keep his crew in line by showing his superiority, despite there being no thought of mutiny at all. The captain's own insecurity crippling his thoughts and his mistrust clouding his judgment, he demanded one last all or nothing gamble to determine who would claim victory. Joyful agreed, and requested that two lines of firesand be put onto the sand and lit—whomever laid the proper bet on which would reach the end first would be proclaimed the winner. Both captain and crew of the Serpent Reavers now wholly invested in this battle of fate and fortune did so with gusto, laying two lengthy lines of the black powder across the beach. As the two sides were lit, the pirates-turned-traitors lined up around the makeshift race to see the results...leaving their prisoners, including Gorgane himself, unguarded. It was when the crew of the Misery realized they'd been presented with a means to escape that Joyful Song's true intent had been presented—she'd been meaning to distract and enthrall the Serpent Reavers just long enough for the rest of her crew to escape to safety. Freeing Cavallain and boarding their ship, the Indigo Lass sailed off into open waters, free and in complete secrecy from their captors. However...Joyful herself still remained, in the very heart of the throng of pirates, a fate which the Elezen captain refused to allow her to endure for their sake. Turning their cannons on the isle, the Misery fired on the beach, scattering and killing a great number of their enemies before, at last, Captain Sampson finally realized he'd been taken for a ruse. Viciously, he attempted to attack Song for making him look a fool—before taking an astonishingly well-fired cannonball to the torso. When the L.S.S at last made it to Aleport, Joyful Song had already been thanked twelve times over by every remaining member of the crew. It had been through her clever tactics and psychological evaluation that what was left of their number had lived to see another summer, let alone the comforts of home...and it was made quite clear in the reports. Commended for her genius and cool head in the face of danger, Joyful was given honors within the Kracken's ranks, and permanently stationed aboard the Misery as their physician. Though no adventure was quite as flavorful for the next three years as that first, the Kracken's Arms soon became one of the foremost crews in Limsa Lominsa, eventually dominating a spot at the top three. In spite of Captain Carvallain's insistence that theirs was a trade endeavor, the number of pillaged vessels from the likes of Thavnair and Kugane were astonishing...if you believed the rumors. Song however, learned much from her time upon the Kracken's Arms, to include an interesting field of study—the art of the deal. Retiring from the crew of the Arms, Joyful returned to Limsa Lominsa with her sums of gil still resting in the safety of a vault, and began to work towards her new plan. If the Sharlayans of her homeland would refuse to help save those who most needed their help, or even the sacred wisdom these lands and her people held, Joyful elected she would do it herself, if she had to. But first...she would have to garner a reputation far well and beyond the ordinary to gain the influence and power she needed to do it. When one was part of the city-state of Sharlayan in the past, it was sufficient to go where one pleased and do what one wished...not so with their abandonment of Eorzea. No, she would have to build her own force of influence. With what knowledge she had of goldsmithing and armory, Song founded the Onyx Pyrolisk Trading Union—a division of craftsmen and traders under the protection of former pirates, or those who hadn't made the cut for the more infamous crews. At first, Song hit a Garlean Steel wall in the form of Ul'Dah's Lord Lolorito...which immediately put a sour taste in the woman's mouth of how the so-called city of gold operated. Electing to try and open up trade routes back to the Sharlayan motherland, she was met with similar bristling threats, and found herself near-gilless by the end of some several moons. It was not until shortly before the rise of the Lord of the Whorl Leviathan that Joyful was finally able to secure a stable job for her company, aiding in the construction of the vessel that would ultimately bring the creature down. Impressed with her people's ability to quickly build something so sturdy, it was afterwards that Joyful was visited by Count Tarreson Dzemael himself, and offered trade goods and decent pay in exchange for her people's aid in whatever projects he requested of her. Eager to be one of the few souls with a foothold within the secluded city-state of Ishgard, Song accepted on the spot—the result of which eventually earned her more than sufficient notoriety and wealth to make even the Lalafellan lord double-take upon hearing her mentioned. Shortly after Ishgard's opening, the residents of Idyllshire also reached out to the Onyx Pyrolisks, of which Song was all too happy to comply with—not only would she be able to aid in rebuilding her old home-away-from-home, but in doing so had access to both the Library of Gubal and a steady flow of income from the budding nation. With her company now spitting up gil left and right, Joyful felt she was more than ready to begin founding her true passion project. In Recent Times Moving Forward Determined to see knowledge see through the end of the war, regardless of what side happened to win, Joyful Song began recruiting people from all over the world to aid in her noble goal...to not only collect and preserve information and rarities, but to study upon them, improve them, and share that information with the public. To learn, and to teach, and to care for the future. Thus, Joyful founded C.O.M.E.T—the Collector's Organization of Magitechical and Esoteric Treasures.

Relationships Relationship Status Legend ღ Relationship ❣ Attraction ♡ Complicated ♦ Friend ✝ Deceased ✔ Positive ✖ Negative ● Neutral � Unsure ღ Osrich Arkwright – Though largely serious in nature, he does tend to coat his harshness in a layer of humor; Osrich is by no means a hard-arse, but when the moment comes to focus up...he does so immediately. Amazingly, whatever he puts his mind to, he ultimately succeeds in, perhaps making him the most accomplished Dragoon since his mentor, Estinien Wyrmblood. A Gridanian-born Woodwailer-in-training who decided to become a Dragoon of Ishgard when his older brother Thomnathan threw himself before the talons of a wryvern to save his life. Though he has since given up his dreams of seeing his kin the warped version of peace the Dragonsong War had offered, Arkwright travels the world in search of rare and powerful monsters to slay. Those of which he has fond and exciting tales to share, he promptly stuffs and keeps in his home. Osrich relishes any sort of challenge and is dead set on being the best at what he does...and what he does, he claims, is kill things with other, sharper things. ♦ Traique O'Nera – A playful sort of girl with a penchant for pranks and jokes to keep people in good spirits, Traique is also cool under pressure, tending to laugh off whatever ails her. A member of the “T” (or Condor) tribe who was unimpressed with the life her fellow females lead after a certain age...namely, all lining up simply to tumble with the Nunh, hunting for food, and little else. At fifteen summers, she packed her belongings and left for the Twelveswood, whereupon she happened to chance across a former Bard, Jehantel Fointeaume. Immediately she fell in love with the word of song, and since that day has done everything from tomb raiding to slaying beasts in order to recover lost melodies into her repertoire. Traique has a dream one day of publishing a tome of all the musical scores she knows, to pass it on to the next glorious generation of Bards. It was on one of these bold missions that she and Osrich Arkwright accidentally went after the same creature, and have since been fond friends. ♦ Jacan Sunderfist – A quiet man who speaks when he needs to...and has a strangely jovial side to him in spite of his stoic appearance. Jacan was entirely uninterested in becoming a knight like his brothers before him; serving the houses of Ishgard, to him, was akin to being stuck in a prison cell...never truly being allowed to go anywhere without permission, and bound to morals he found constantly broken by likes of the Heaven's Ward. Abandoning his family's wealth, Jacan became lost in the Sagolii desert, until eventually he succumbed to the heat. It was when he awoke in Little Ala Mhigo, tended to by the denizens there, that he truly found his destiny. As he recovered, he overheard mothers and fathers telling their children of the brave and noble Monks of Rhalgr, and so it was that Jacan became enveloped by their ways. So powerful were the man's strikes that it could easily render metal shattered and bones to powder...a feat which Sunderfist earned his new surname from. It was by that fame he came upon Traique, and by association, Osrich, and the three became close travel companions. However, things would abruptly change when the trio came across an Imperial Assault team in northern Yanxia, and they were forced to fight. An attempt to shatter the newer models of magitech reapers with his fists damaged Jacan's hands to the point where even a punch at half his potential would cause him unbearable pain. Distressed at seeing their friend so downtrodden, Osrich and Traique took him to Kugane, hoping the change in atmosphere would do him better. It was only upon seeing the grace of the samurai warriors training in the barracks that brought Jacan back to his former self, and so from then on trained in the art of the sword.

Rumors NPC Rumors Some of these rumors are untrue, speculation, or are greatly exaggerated. ◢ Common Rumors - Easily overheard. Use these freely! ■ "The Onyx Flower? She's one of the richest people in the city-state. Her company does work building Skylifts all over Eorzea." -- Yellowjacket Ryssfloh ■ "You'd think with as big as that tome is, it held the secrets to the bleedin' cosmos. Looks like she collects just about everythin' in that thing. Ain't like any sort of tome I've ever seen." -- A passerby in Ul'Da ◢ Uncommon Rumors - A little more difficult to hear. Use sparingly or ask first! ■ "Ah, Song. She's an interesting character. Animated a whole table once when someone tried cheatin' her at Triad though. That thing was runnin' about for a few moons a'fore someone finally chopped it into splinters." -- A fisherman of Limsa ■ "I was part of a group making sure a merchant was safely delivered to the Onyx Pyrolisk estate. Oh he got there just fine...didn't come out too well though...Apparently he insulted one of the Onyx Flower's staff members and she near about gutted him." — A conjurer near Hawthorne Hut. ◢ Rare Rumors - Very rarely overheard. Please ask before using! ■ "The Onyx Flower? Last I heard any sort o' dicey rumors of her, she were seen struttin' about with a gruff lookin' Highlander type. Handsome sort o' roguish type... I ain't disappointed, I just noticed was all! " — Loitering Pirate. ■ "What was that? Her? She collects...interesting things, so the rumors go. Forbidden texts, ancient scriptures, relics...hides them up somewhere up in Othard. It's protected by all sorts of weird...weird things, so it's said. I don't know much about it myself... " — Mihko Zihko. PC Rumors Feel free to add your own rumors to this section. ◢ Player Character Rumors - Some of these are more rare than others! ■ "Rumor" — Rumormonger. ■ "Rumor" — Rumormonger.

Credits Wiki Information This wiki is constantly changing as the character’s story changes. It was last modified on Month ##th, 2016. A blank version of the wiki template can be found here Layout Information The following is not entirely comprehensive, but contains general credits. Please leave the link-backs if you use this template! ■ Original template by Bancroft Gairn. ■ Adapted by Xheja Rajhera. ■ Tabs by Unnamed Mercenary. ■ Expanded bits by Lucaell Tareth'eian. ■ Header image inspired by D'lyhhia Lhuil. ■ Music bits from J'karu Rhome. ■ Relationships & OOC notes by Glioca Sargonnai. ■ Various formatting inspired by Odette Saoirse & others.

Player Information Player Note Character Lore Adherence Everything concerning this character that has not been confirmed by in-game lore should be taken with a grain of salt. ■ When things with the Sharlayan lore update, I will change things accordingly. Presently this is being written at the announcement of Stormblood on Oct. 24 2016....so bear with me. Miscellaneous Information ■ Classes: 70 Scholar | Warrior | Summoner | Dragoon ■ Server: Mateus ■ Timezone: US Player; MT (UTC -6)

Location & Probability Joyful Song moves around quite a bit...but can be found in some places better than others. ■ The Shroud: High ■ Ishgard: Moderate ■ Dravania: High-Moderate. ■ Coerthas: Low ■ Mor Dhona: Moderate. ■ Thanalan: Moderate-Low. ■ Limsa Lominsa: High ■ La Noscea: Extremely High ■ Kugane: Extremely High ■ Othard: Moderate

Affiliations Friendly and...not-so-friendly groups towards Song. ■ Sharlayan: Though technically no longer considered a citizen of Sharlayan, Joyful Song states that when you've spent your whole life somewhere, you never stop being part of it, nor it you. She insists she is Sharlayan first and Lominsan second, despite her choices clearly reflecting otherwise. ■ The Kracken's Arms: A former member of their crew. ■ Idyllshire: Having once been a resident of the former colony, Joyful Song spends a great deal of her time in the Dravanian Hinterlands, guiding would-be pioneers through potential death traps, explaining the advanced technological aspects of the Sharlayans to locals, and (on more than one occasion,) shutting the door to the Great Gubal Library when careless adventurers leave it open. ■ C.O.M.E.T: The Collector's Organization of Magitechnical and Esoteric Treasures, known as Comet to the common people, is Song's pride and joy gallery of both magical and technological items, used not only for showing off, but for the purposes of research and experiments to only those she trusts indefinitely to benefit Eorzea and her people. ■ The Onyx Pyrolisk Trading Union Joyful Song's trade company, made up of freelance craftsmen (mainly settled out of Limsa Lominsa, Mor Dhona, and Ul'Dah) protected by small but astonishingly quick parties of single-man manacutters, which are typically piloted by those who weren't taken in by more well-known pirate crews. It is one of the largest trading companies west of Ul'Dah, and is most famous for its Skylifts—a serious of pulleys, balloons, and lifts used in the ease of shipping merchant goods from one place to the next. Recently however she has passed on the leadership to her former Kracken's Arms bunkmate, Lolozozi Rorozi.

IC Inventory The following items are things that Joyful carries on her 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 Song 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. ■ Joyful Song's Sharlayan Tome: A worn, torn, smeared, smudged, far-from-pristine book of Sharlayan make. One could say it is because of Sharlayan magicks that this book is so sturdy...or it may very well have fallen apart ages ago. Joyful Song has carried this book around with her since beginning her training in the Sharlayan capital, and it's been filling up with information ever since. This book is utterly enormous, weighing several ponze. It's sheer girth is astonishing, with the novel nearly bursting at the seams with how large it is. Anybody even glancing at its contents would be stricken with utter confusion, as the entire tome is a mangled mess of parchment pieces glued to already existing pages—evidence that these are bits that Joyful Song herself stuck to them in order to make additional notes. Some of these stick out when the book is shut, giving it a very messy, disorganized appearance at best. Joyful claims she's the only one who could make sense of the labyrinthine tome...given how it's laid out, one could certainly mark that as true. It contains all of her magic incantations (that she knows of, and when she learns new ones, she slaps them in there as well,) including Nymian Lores, Nymian tactics, sleight-of-hand tricks, Sharlayan transfiguration magicks, in addition to other important information she might have. It also houses a compartment in which to keep Song's hidden knives. [This will never contain information she already doesn't know, and therefore is not an Ex Machina.] ■ The “Sash of Surprise”: A pale green and gold-embroidered sash that is typically worn around Joy's waist. She can quickly unlatch it from her belt and toss it on opponents to temporarily disorient or blind them with the fabric. It is durable, but a sharp object is typically enough to tear through it. Scholar Neos // COMET Commander Outfits Only ■ The “Chain of Conjury”: A palladium chain dangling at Song's side. Its full length is around .3 meters, and its components make it surprisingly durable and lightweight. Because of its makeup it is hard to break—Joyful usually uses this to reach objects, or grapple herself to safety if the need arises. While it is a thick chain, it can only just barely hold Joy's full weight. Scholar Neos // COMET Commander Outfits Only ■ 1 meter of fine fishing line: Used for her sleight-of-hand tricks. Regular fishing line. ■ 5 gil-sized magnets: Used for her sleight-of-hand tricks. Normal magnets that can hold up to about 1 ponze individually. ■ 1 3oz tube of Terminus Putty: Used for her sleight-of-hand tricks. It dries incredibly quick, and fastens remarkably well. It can easily hold a fully-grown Roegadyn in place if the full tube is used in one spot. ■ 1 pair of sharpened knives As a former member of the Kracken's Arms, Joyous's primary weapon was not, for the time she served as “The Doc”, her Sharlayan tome but a pair of sharpened metal blades, which she would often hide in her sleeves. While she is far from decent fighting hand-to-hand with these weapons, her aim as far as throwing the two are more than sufficient to startle or momentarily occupy a foe. ■ Speedreader: One of many types of Voidsent, formerly bound to the Great Gubal Library in service to the researchers there. Speedreaders were often used to scour tomes and scrolls set before them, absorbing and gathering information to be relayed to one of the many living inkwells within the Library's confines, making gathering research quick and efficient and cutting both time and manhours spent nearly in half. While this particular Speedreader was freed from its fetters to the Library by Joyful Song, it was quickly put back into service as her assistant (and mount) on her adventures. Though not usually given titles in their enthrallment, Joyful elected to dub this particular creature with the name Angra. RP Limits Not many. ■ Acceptable is all RP themes from dark, serious and mature (violence, sexuality, torture, murder, conflict, drug / alcohol use) to the more light-hearted, humorous and simplistic, as long as it makes sense in the course of the RP. Plots that range from long-term to one-shots, elaborate and large-scale to minor and frivolous. Serious injury. Temporary injury and incapacitation. Temporary captivity or imprisonment. Combat, ambushes, assassination attempts, rivalries, friendships, romantic or sexual tension, coarse language and morally unclear subjects are all welcomed. ■ Ask about mutilation, permanent scarring or symbolic markings, long-term and/or permanent injury and disfigurement. Long-term captivity or imprisonment. Temporary character death. Significant mental tampering or programming. Anything dramatically character-changing or that might render her unplayable for a prolonged period of time. ■ Unacceptable is permanent character death. Permanent maiming or any crippling that prevents her from functioning independently. Random ERP that occurs outside of organic interactions.