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'''Lsael Elswer''' ''(/Leh-Sail Else-wher/)''
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=Basic Information=
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{{Infobox-character
 
{{Infobox-character
 
| name = Lsael Elswer
 
| name = Lsael Elswer
 
| image = Lsael02.png
 
| image = Lsael02.png
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| title = "...Can I help you?"
 
| server = Balmung
 
| server = Balmung
 
| gender = Female
 
| gender = Female
| citizenship = Ul'dah
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| citizenship = Limsa Lominsa
 
| race = Au Ra
 
| race = Au Ra
 
| clan = Xaela
 
| clan = Xaela
| stat_1 = Age
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| stat_1 = Age / Nameday
| stat_1_value = 26
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| stat_1_value = Mid-Twenties???]  (( 22th Sun of the 3rd Umbral Moon, 1553 ))
| stat_2 = Nameday
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| stat_2 = Occupation
| stat_2_value = 22th Sun of the 3rd Umbral Moon, 1551
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| stat_2_value = Maelstrom Backed Trade Sails - Logistics Contractor
| stat_3 = Occupation
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Freelance Pilot
| stat_3_value = Pilot, Mechanic, Explorer
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Magitek and Warmachina Re-purposing
| stat_4 = Height/Weight
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| stat_3 = H/W
| stat_4_value = 5 Fm 8 Im / 121 Pz
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| stat_3_value = 5 Fm 7 Im / 124 Pz
| stat_5 = Orientation
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| stat_4 = Orientation
| stat_5_value = Straight/Bisexual?
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| stat_4_value = Bisexual
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| stat_5 = Alignment
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| stat_5_value = Chaotic Neutral
 
| stat_6 = Home
 
| stat_6 = Home
| stat_6_value = Limsa Lominsa
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| stat_6_value = Limsa Lominsa :: The Mists - Topmast Apartment (Ward 7, Room 57)
The Mists - Topmast Apartment (Ward 7, Room 57)
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Cottage Plot #28(Ward 7)
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Cottage Plot #26 (Ward 7)
 
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<h3><span class="mw-headline" id="General"><div style="font-family:Georgia;padding:10px 15px; background: #000000;font-size:16px;color:#ffffff; text-shadow: 1px 1px 3px silver;letter-spacing:0.2em;"><center>"The Lonely Explorer"</center></div></span></h3>
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<p><i>A black-clad woman stands against the far wall, away from the limelight and din of her fellow patrons.
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With a half finished ale on hand and an unmarked tome on the other, she peers up occasionally to give the establishment a sweeping glance. You watch her remain ever so quiet and observant, but as your eyes lock for but a moment. A fleeting chance offers a quick meeting between you and her. Crimson and yellow beads locked in a distant gaze between you and her, only to pry away as swiftly as you met.</i></p>
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<p><i> The woman's posture speaks for herself. Standing just half a head taller than the average xaela woman. Her expression masks a decisiveness and purpose to her every action. Or was it just the varying tools strapped on her belt? Or the large caliber firearm slung lazily behind her chair. Imposing as most armed adventurers go, but oddly curt as she sits far from the limelight of the foreground, uninterested by those around her. Nonexistent to the many coming and going through the establishment... Yet she pays it no mind. Rather, you seem to think she prefers it that way.</i></p>
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<p><i>You find your feet oddly directing you towards her. Some subconscious wave of curiosity convincing you to simply walk past her, stealing a glance towards the woman whenever you can. The common eye would see a lazed mercenary having a drink in the corner. But you yourself cannot sense a single hint of intimidation about the girl.</i></p>
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<p><i>Again, she peers up from her book to glance at the din of the crowd. Eyes gazing out into the bustling bar without so much a hint of happiness nor resentment. But as your shadow seems to loom ever closer, you feel her sharp gaze glancing back to you once more. Heralding your arrival with a furrowed brow, a slight annoyance. While a brief pause passes before you could apologize. She speaks up, clear and concise. Her voice was subtle, but echoed a direct sense of purpose. And what her lips would not convey, her eyes would carry on. Greeting you with an indifferent, yet respectful expression. A silent language swept up from underneath, like a ripple hidden beneath the wave of crowd's noise echoing about you.</i></p>
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<p><i>But this time, your focus seems much clearer. As if the white noise in your head had ceased to deafen you. Perception reinvigorated as the sounds of the crowd begin to muffle out of focus. Concentrated now on this xaela's overarching attention as you stand at a slight loss for words before attempting introducing yourself. Not realizing that, again, she had spoken up first. Faced with a now irritated woman before you, she drops her tome to the table before repeating herself a second time.</i></p>
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<p><i>''' "I said, can I help you?" '''</i></p>
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<p><font style="color:#HIGHLIGHT COLOR;" size="2" family="Georgia"><b>Lsael Elswer</b></font> (Pronunciation: /Leh-Sail Else-Wher/)</p>
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How does one spend their "happy ending?"
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<p>How does one spend their "Happily Ever After?"</p>
  
While trudging through the darker moments of her life, Lsael often looked to the sky. Envying the birds and airship pilots; the sense of 'freedom', that at the time, felt like nothing more than a distant dream. So when Lsael found herself with a substantial amoung of gil, she took that opportunity to a buy a brand new Manacutter.  
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<p>All throughout her life, Lsael had clawed her way up from a world that shows no mercy to lonesome little girls. Yet even trudging through some of the darkest days she'd come to know, this lonesome Au Ra continued to move forward. Often gazing up enviously to the sky.</p>
Free to fly it wherever she desires. A self-taught mechanic, wandering explorer, and skilled pilot. Lsael discreetly put aside her sword, shield, and other pointy business tools to seek a life in the skies.
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<p>Birds that flocked overhead, the glint of an airship soaring behind the clouds, or the stars that shimmered throughout the night sky. All unreachable, like many one hopes and dreams she would entertain whilst growing up.</p>
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<p>Wanting nothing else than that sense of freedom in its purest form. When this wanderlust sell-sword found herself with a substantial amount of gil. A lifetime of struggles seemed to disappear from her shoulder. Coming to no surprise as she exchanged her blade for a set of wings. Taking the opportunity to a buy herself new manacutter. A manacutter that would grow along with her ambitions, and would eventually transform into her own cruiser.</p>
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<p> And like the world that turned it's back to her, she flew upwards. Unbounded by her past, soaring with the same cold, and lonesome determination that saw her cast aside. And not once did she look back on her choice.</p>
  
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<p>As a self-taught engineer and repurposer of war machina. Lsael traverses the world by airship. Working as a skilled pilot, mechanic, and contractor. Her history is welded against the hull of her ship, growing and improving upon each new experience she comes across. Her past trailing behind her like each set of books she collects in her travels. Amassing an unending collection that continues to expand even now.
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She cast aside everything about her past. Leaving her burdens grounded as the clouds took her to the life she'd always dreamed of.</p>
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<p>Made to choose between two lives. One of comfort and stability, with friends and loved ones to stand by your side until your final days... Or that of a long, lonely rode. Spending the rest of your days soaring above the clouds with naught by your side. Freedom in it's purest form.</p>
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<p>For someone like Lsael,  the answer was obvious... Enough so that she'll fight tooth and scale to keep it that way.</p><br>
  
===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #606060;font-size:14px;color:#000000;">Basic Info</div>===
 
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: A quick reader, but horrible writer. Most often opting to doodle instead. Oddly enough, she's actually quite good at sketching and drawing.
 
  
: Instead of keeping a diary, she tends to collect books as keepsakes for special events or jobs. Opting out on high quality tomes as payment for her services instead of gil in the past. Whilst wandering the streets away from her captors as a child, she often found respite in the arcanist libraries which dotted the city. Being around books made her feel safe, which is probably why there is an overabundance of them in her apartment. And when we mean overabundance, the girl could practically start her own library. From children's picture books to long lost allag transcripts. Her travels have left her far and wide throughout Eorzea, and each book in her possession is a testament to that. Note; she's read them all.
 
  
: After assisting some adventurers with a Necrologos leve in hopes of attaining the book for herself. Lsael found herself a treasure coffer with an Atrophied Atomos within. Consuming her satchel of crystals at the time, the creature stuck with the Xaela ever since. Gobbling up whatever she would offer it whether it be scrap metal, food, or just general trash. In exchange as a floating trashcan, the Xaela finally got some much needed company for her long travels. She gives it many names like "Cheeky Lil' Bastard" but "Tomo" is what she's taken to calling it. Lsael also tends to keep it under a strict leash, as the atomos tends to bite when spoiled with food.
 
  
: Having been raised around pirates and Roegadyns, she's grown to have a very high tolerance of alcohol. Thus, Lsael is often caught with several hard drinks when visiting taverns or bars.
 
  
: Due to the circumstances of her arrival to Eorzea, Lsael doesn't actually know where her birth place or home country is. This was hinted to her though when a large score of Doman refugees began moving into Mor Dhona. Many of which approached the clueless Xaela in their native tongue, asking for directions. It seems like only those who hail from Othard can recognize enough of her appearance to assume she was a fellow countryman. While Lsael had taken the strangers' assumptions to heart, it still remains a mystery to her as to where exactly she was from.
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=Appearance and Personality=
  
: Her manacutter is actually quite large for it's type. Roughly 60% larger. This is due to two reasons. The first being it's modified design allowing it to cruise as substantially higher altitudes and with increased speed. Both recognizes the need for larger equipment and therefore a reinforced hull. The frame of the ship must also be increased, as one of the modifications included the melding of ice, lightning, and wind resistant materia. The second reason of the manacutter's larger size is the partial implementation of an auto-functioning and heavily modified magitek vanguard. Stolen from the battlefields and re-modified to be mounted around the bulwark below the cockpit. Linking this to her aetherotransformer; if she manages to fall out of her seat mid-flight, this would allow her manacutter to divert from it's cruising path to dive alongside her to rescue, eliminating the need for any type of parachute. This also allows her to put the manacutter in a hands-free auto-pilot, allowing her the time to sit back and relax, or do some mid-flight repairs.
 
  
: It's not rare for her to change clothes mid-flight. Due to the nature of the manacutter's modifications, she has a seperate set of high-altitude flying gear. Similar to the frame and hull of her ship, this set is solely for the use of high altitude cruising. With multiple advanced melds that include ice, lightning, and wind resistance to protect her from the environments high above the clouds. So high that even the most resilient wyrms and modified Garlean airships remain out of reach. This high-altitude cruising limit is what allowed the Auri pilot to prosper in a time where airships remain a rare commodity. Her years growing up mainly as a Disciple of War increased her endurance against the open hazards of the high skies. As well as the G-forces that is inflicted upon her body during high-speed flight turns. Inadvertently, it seemed like she had prepared for this role all her life, which is fitting given just how much she adores this new job of hers.
 
  
: At the time, she's formally inducted as a First Lieutenant in the Immortal Flames. Yet lives in the Topmast Apartments in Limsa Lominsa.
 
  
: Lsael has worked as (informally) a private security guard, mercenary/sellsword, courtesan/whore, caravan escort guard, smuggler, pickpocket, barkeep, cartographer, treasure/bounty hunter, and for a week or so- a scullery maid.
 
  
: Lsael's soulstones are the following. Listed from currently most used to least: Machinist, Paladin, Warrior, Ninja (preferring more so the Rogue), Monk, Dragoon, and Dark Knight. Lsael is also a blacksmith and armorer specialist.
 
  
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<h3><span class="mw-headline" id="General"><div style="font-family:Georgia;padding:10px 15px; background: #000000;font-size:16px;color:#ffffff; text-shadow: 1px 1px 3px silver;letter-spacing:0.2em;"><center>Appearance</center></div></span></h3>
Lsael is a young adult Xaela. She is slim, curvaceous, yet otherwise maintains a well balanced figure. Lsael stands at 5 fulms 8 ilms, which is noticeably taller than other female Au Ra.
 
She has Short black hair with red highlights with red and yellow eyes enclosed in black limbal rings. Occasionally grows out her hair to about chin height in which her bangs cover half her face, but it's proven not much help while flying to opts to cut it short.
 
She was actually blind in her right eye up until she was 19 until the Calamity happened and mysteriously restored her vision. Wears goggles and often wears double layers whilst flying to keep the wind chill from freezing her over.
 
  
Growing up, long periods of her life were often devoid of social interaction. This has made Lsael very much the silent type. Thanks to her isolationist tendencies, she could go for months on end between conversations. But even then, those who catch wind of her find it difficult to describe her as brooding or gloomy. And describe her more among the lines of apathetic. 
 
Lsael seems to show little care about the world and politics unless it directly relates to herself or her safety. Despite this she remains oddly well mannered to strangers given that they show her equal respect.
 
  
On the topic of respect, she absolutely HATES those who think they are above others. Racists, High-born, politicians and stuck up rich merchants alike. Having grown up with her own set of struggles, Lsael could easily relate to those less fortunate. Even often giving away what little she could afford to mewling children and beggars alike. Garleans are also on her "disliked persons list" but for the most part, only takes that up to the fanatics. If given the proper respect or shows no sign of taking conflict with her, Lsael could care less if they were a spy and such.
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<p> Lsael is a young adult Xaela appearing around her mid-to-late twenties. Standing at  5 fulms, 7 ilms. She's noticeably taller than the average female Au Ra. But compared to the other races, it's a difference that isn't too noteworthy. She used to sport a lithe, and toned athletic figure, having ran around in full plate mail during her free-paladin years. But thanks to a new, healthier, and more relaxed lifestyle. Her jagged physique would balance out to it's now slender, more buxom form. Keeping her natural fair-skin protected throughout years of rough use. Lsael also sports a darker set of scales.</p>
  
Her main deterrent in an argument though remains unchanged throughout the years as hyper-aggressiveness seems to work for her most of the time. If an Elezen continues to harass her after being asked to leave twice, she WILL NOT hesitate to put a bullet in their thigh.
 
On a separate note, she's on a low alert criminal list in Gridania for this very reason, which is why she never frequents the city proper.
 
  
What little friends she has, would describe her as a blunt and straight-forward individual. Though at some moments crass or politically incorrect. She does not shy from the truth of the conversation, often stating her opinion regardless of people's reaction or consequence.
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<p>She has short black hair with feint red highlights, too dark to make it out unless you were standing within arm's length. Preferring to keep it short, her hair will occasionally grow out due to laziness. Often her bangs would grow long enough to cover parts of her face. A habit she hadn't minded when she started as a sell-sword. As glamour wasn't as important to a young Lsael, poor maintenance will only see it grow so long. Eventually her mounting frustrations would have the girl reach for the closest pair of scissors. But once in a blue moon however, she may grow it out long enough to warrant a pony tail. As friends of the pilot will note that the length of her hair coincides with the little amount of free time she lends herself. As notable workaholic in her own right, teasing her or compliment her new look will promptly force the self-conscious xaela's to prioritize shortening it once more. </p>
  
Years of strife have tempered her will, which is readily apparent when she fights. Lsael is an amazing fighter, and very much so physically capable. Yet despite this she is considered average or below when accounted for her magical prowess.
 
While her endurance, tenacity, strength and quick reactions are well accounted for. Her mental fortitude is often not up to par. People who readily interact with her notice Lsael's tendencies to skip around personal questions. Often surrounding herself with a veil of lies, or avoiding certain conversation subjects entirely. Past party members who have traveled with the woman may have noticed she was much more susceptible to certain mental abilities when caught in them(Charms,Confusions,Fears).
 
  
: <font style="color:#000000;" size="3">■</font> Alignment - [http://easydamus.com/chaoticgood.html Chaotic Good]
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<p>Lsael also has hetero-chromatic eyes. Her left eye she'd describe as it's natural crimson red. And her right eye, more recently changed, is a bright crystal yellow. The color may seem... familiar to the well travelled. Still, both are enclosed within black limbal rings, those being her natural born trait.</p>
  
===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #606060;font-size:14px;color:#000000;">Biography</div>===
 
  
====<div style="padding:0px 20px; font-size:14px;color:#000000;">Arrival to Eorzea</div>====
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<spoiler>The farthest back Lsael's memory could take her was in that container, aboard a Garlean military ship. She, along with the four-score dozen other children, taken from several corners from the empire. Their overseers supposedly bred them and began training their young minds to slip into Eorzea's states as sleeper spies. Making the mistake by labelling them as "special cargo", this caught the attention of one specific privateer crew. Caught in the ensuing battle, Lsael's container caught several stray shots in the first volley. Shredding and tearing holes into their exposed container, the clueless children were massacred inside. The torn bits of molten metal, fire, and shrapnel shredded the unprotected. Forced against the opposite side, the wall of bodies blocked most of the carnage for Lsael, the young Xaela crawling out of the steaming torn holes gasping for air.
 
Her first act upon freedom? A frenzied assault on the nearest garlean soldier. Caught off guard from the boarding pirates, the man struggled to get the little girl off. The pirates were bewildered, watching this little girl, from a race they've never encountered before, swiping the guard's sheathed knife and began scratching and stabbing her way out.
 
Finishing off the soldier who managed to throw Lsael off, the pirates picked up the young girl along with three other surviving children only to find the remnants of the "special container". While the children were quite a lost cause, there was other loot to be plundered in the ship as the crew helped themselves to whatever they could find. Their captain however, shocked at the mangled innocent corpses inside the containers, took it upon himself to care for welfare of the four survivors. Especially to the one-eyed child who was slipping in and out of consciousness, carrying her to his cabin as she was the most badly wounded and needed the rest.
 
"Let's sail elsewhere. I've had enough of this place." Were the first words Lsael's ears heard after the ringing in her head had ceased. Repeating after him, she could only whisper a slur of the first few words. This was how her future father assumed her first name as "Lsael"</spoiler>
 
  
  
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<p>Most of her early life was spent in long periods devoid of any meaningful social connections. Lsael's refusal to admit to her own shyness, self-consciousness, combined with a surprisingly docile persona has made her a silent and reticent character. She's the type that could go for months on end without any sort of conversation, and be perfectly content with such a fate. Despite this lonesome persona, those who manage to catch Lsael's attention would find it difficult to describe her as asocial, brooding or gloomy.</p>
<spoiler>Having given his own son such an undesirable upbringing, the captain of pirates and Lsael's rescuer, had decided to adopt the young Xaela. As a sort of second chance with a child that he never really got. Leaving the care of his crew to his second-in-command and son, he took his share of the plunder and moved out to retirement. Bought a small cozy cottage by the cliffside near the Red Rooster Stead, the young Xaela followed the aging Roegadyn with much anxiety It wasn't soon after that she began to warm up to the old man. He taught her how to read, write. He fed and clothed her. At nights when the young girl couldn't sleep, he would oft sharing his tales of daring-do and myths. Pirates, rogues and scoundrels of old. And with each story the Xaela was smitten by the prospect of adventure and open seas. Though it was far from his intentions, Lsael pestered him to teaching her how use a sword, or a dagger in her case. Which the roegadyn happily obliged, despite his age showing off the skills that he had learned from years of privateering. While some of the old pirate's habits did not completely die out from retirement such as drinking, swearing, and fighting. The young Xaela emulated and idolized her father, much to the amusement of her visiting stepbrother. She loved to copy the two men, even taking a small sips of their ale and liquor, at the joking request of her step-brother.
 
For a time, Lsael's life was in complete bliss. That is until a bitter and violent rival, a seperate pirate group, sought revenge on the aging Sea Wolf for past dues. Having thought the matter was settled years ago, the old man was oblivious to the impending attack. Barging into his home, beating and subjecting him into agonizing pain. Lsael could only cry in fear and plead, as these men maimed and humiliated her father. When he tried to fight back, they retaliated by taking advantage of the young Xaela, and threatened to kill Lsael if the Roegadyn struggled.
 
By the time the Yellowjackets had arrived to help, they found blood smeared across the wooden floor, dragged out of the home. The old man's body was later recovered at the botton of the cliffside. Young Elswer, not even 10 summers old, was nowhere to be found.</spoiler>  
 
  
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<spoiler>Lsael couldn't be asked to recall much of her life after that. Mourning the death of her father and reeling from her assault, she went into a deep shock. Caring little of what would happen to her from then on, and since Au Ra were a rarity , they quickly put the young girl to work. Her captors putting her into work among the several pleasure barges they privately owned.
 
Abused, mistreated, raped, and held captive. The girl tried many a time to escape from her fate. One of which she managed! But the busy streets of Hawker's Alley was no place for a young girl like her self. Being Au Ra did not help either as she stood out from the crowd, heightening her chance of recapture. But due to the neatly arraigned raiments that were provided to her. Lsael managed to find solace in among many of the arcanium libraries that dotted the city. The doormen mistaking her for a schoolgirl or some rich-merchants daughter, despite being just another homeless youth. She lived like this for a month, lurking away from sight and stealing what little food she could in order to feed herself. Then come nightfall, finding solace between the library's towering shelves. With only the books around her to keep her company.
 
Though one day, during her daily food runs and pick-pocketing the stalls. She was caught by one of the bus boys, a fledgling member of the rogue's guild. News spread of her captor throughout the ear's of limsa's underground. Though it wasn't the boy's intention, simply trying to do right by the stall owner, Lsael soon found herself in the hands of her captors once more.
 
  
While the news wasn't that fairly big of a deal, though slow, it made it's way into people's ears. Rumors of a new girl that worked the pleasure houses, hailing from a race in which is not common around Limsa. Throughout the multiple descriptions, there was often one that was consistent. Her blindness, and the lack of color in her right eye. Though the rumour was passed at a snail's pace, after three long years it finally made it's way to the ears of the right man.
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<p> In fact, reservations aside, Lsael is quite adept in socializing and holding a conversation given a meaningful topic. Her pragmatism and practical approach in all topics of life lets her walk a fine line between being a soft-spoken apathetic and rather curious conversationalist. More often than not however, she can come across as rude, insensitive, and even politically incorrect. Lsael has little care about worldly ideals and politics unless such topics directly concerns herself, yet oddly well mannered despite no formal sort of education or upbringing. Though stubborn in her ideals, as long as her addressee initiates a conversation with some degree of respect. That sense of respect and trust is guaranteed to be reciprocated in turn.</p>
Not even half a day upon hearing it another fight brakes out in the lowest deck of the city, with yet another pirate group out for revenge. This time however, it was a brawl between pirate crews which creeped it's way towards the red light district. When the room to her door was broken down, and the man ontop of her shaken away, did Lsael look up to her second set of rescuers. First came the guilt and confusion, then the tears of joy as her stepbrother plucked her up from the bed and led the girl away.
 
Now leading her father's previous crew, he had bolstered his men's numbers to a staggering amount and came to take revenge for the murder of his father. With little else to go, and the insistence of a handful of the crew. They took in the young lady as one of their own crew, even taking the steps to help her recover from her ordeal.</spoiler>
 
  
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<spoiler>If there was something that the father and son shared, it was their charisma. Breaking the chain of abuse and mistreatment was no easy task. Though it took half a year, it was under her stepbrother's guidance along with the welcoming members of his new subordinates which restored the flame in the young Xaela's heart.
 
She felt so safe among their company, her fiery spirit returned as she adopted quickly to life sailing the seas. Quickly becoming something of a mascot and little-sister figure to the rest of the crew, they taught her how to fight. With axe and lance, shortsword and buckler, she trained rogue and marksman. Hoping that what little assistance she could provide would benefit the crew overall.
 
Come victory or loss, it had been so long since she felt that same sense of camaraderie and family she had been missing since her father's death. Cherishing the crew and her newfound life. It seemed like this way of life would never end.
 
Her crew's successes would even earn them the attention of the Admiral, and their ship was formally commissioned under Maelstrom command.
 
What cause for celebration, with their newfound recognition and loot gathered from over the years. While raiding garlean supply lines had it's share of excitement, steady pay was a rarity in thier line of work. To earn gold while doing piss all? A chance they gladly took. Even their first assignment seemed such a simple task as well, guard duty in an island just off of Wineport. Whilst news of war spread along the land, most of the Maelstrom were diverted to a 'large scale front'. Meanwhile their crew, under the acting command of Captain Symond, were tasked to safeguard one of the area's important structures. The newly built lighthouse Pharos Sirius, which sat at the Isles of Umbra.
 
  
...To have the Calamity take away so much from her.
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<p>She absolutely despises those who think they are above others. Blind racists, the pretentious high-born, politicians and radical religious zealots alike. Having grown up with her own set of struggles, Lsael could easily relate to those less fortunate. Even  giving away what little change she could afford if the feeling ever occurs to her.
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But that's not to say she's the most kind-hearted person around. Having lost hope in herself at one point. Lsael values the absolute, almost blindly tenacious sensibility which she helped her claw her way out of her old life. So she will often seek the same out of others. Believing the individual can't be helped if they're unwilling to help themselves. If introduced to a person who expects pity or empathy with their plight instead of confronting their own problems. Lsael won't find much value in one's existence, and will not hesitate to leave them to their fate.</p>
  
When the shard hit along with the barrage of terraflares, the insides of the buildings were practically engulfed in flames and molten rock. If it wasn't for her and some members of the crew taking a break outside, they surely would have perished along with the others, who stood guard along the inner halls.
 
The shockwave the of terraflares flung the Xaela and the other Maelstrom some 10 fulms back. The agonizing screams of those burning alive within Pharos Sirius' walls echoed inside Lsael's head. As the other members of her crew had to pin the girl down to prevent her from running into the inferno.
 
With the heat radiating so intensely, ears deafly ringing and with her own burns and bruises suffered from the blast. She could only watch, ignoring the searing pain that embedded itself within her wounded eye. For some reason, the close contact near the newly formed corrupted aether restored the sight into her right eye, changing the hue of her iris from red to a bright yellow. Lsael lost conciousness not long after that, and awakened to the soft beckon of what seemed to be... a woman? Her whispers beckoned Lsael to feel, hear, and think. But before she could even question the vague concept she woke up, still lying in the sand with the smoldering blaze of the lighthouse.
 
The rest of the surviving Maelstrom scattered like the ashes that littered in the sky.
 
  
With no clear goal and yet again nowhere else to go. Lsael sold herself to highest bidder with no discretion. For coin one could have her sword arm, or her body, even both at the right price. Her shameless way of living eventually brought her to Ul'dah, following the coin where she could given the food filled her stomach and there was a roof over her head. </spoiler>  
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Her pragmatism and social tendencies often leaves the xaela distrustful and wary of everyone she encounters. While Lsael does enjoy hooking up with the occasional stranger for a nightly romp inbetween cities. There isn't much hope for a romantic connection to be had with the woman. Lsael will often feign interest for the sake of enjoyment.</p>
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<p>What little friends Lsael HAS come to trust however, would describe her at a radically different sense than the usual persona among strangers. Lsael is much as more talkative, akin to that of an unhinged older sister often explaining the circumstances in a chastising manner. Often letting her limsan accent shine through as friends are treated to a rather a blunt and straight-forward way of thinking from Lsael. Underlying cynicism's are common place, showcasing her penchant for dark humor. As she doesn't shy from the truth of the conversation when talking among friends. Whether this is charming or rude to her friends is dependent on the thickness of their skin. An odd trait that seldom see's the xaela telling lies to close acquaintances, seeing no point in their deception.</p>
  
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<spoiler>One of her latest clients, who happened to pay her for both sword and body mind you, had a lenghty disagreement with the Xaela. Leaving his service along with her unearned money, this attracted the ire of the monetarist and their hired gangs. A fight broke out and threatened to outnumber the girl 12 to 1. It was during that following fight that attracted the attention of a wandering gladiator by the name of Aldis. And by way of several coincidences and accidents, lead to her admission into the gladiator's guild.
 
  
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<p>Outside of other's influences however, Lsael is still pretty much a lonesome individual. Years of strife and solitary work has tempered her body and mind. On occasion, she may become eerily silent. With a motionless calm and apathetic focus in her surroundings. in her eyes. Lsael has lost her fair share of fights and brawls growing up, knowing fully well the consequences that awaits the loser, especially to women. This silence is a testament to that, and her focus is the reinforced resolve in which she carries herself through those faults.</p>
The sword and shield was a simple enough weapon to utilize. Finding job requests as a hired caravan guard was boring beyond measure, but payed well enough. But she always seemed to lack a goal, Lsael often had little to look forward to. While her feats in battle and dungeon crawling began to gain momentum, the guild leader Mylla decided to take an interest into the matter, and led Lsael to her acquaintance among within the sultansworn.  
 
  
Knights in shining armor, she recognized the status of the men in the old stories she was told as a child. Though while still downhearted, she followed the whims of the man that instructed her in the way of the sword and shield. It wasn't until she met Solkzagyl and Jenylns did she shine in her eyes slowly came back. The trials and lessons, the victory and betrayals over those they thought could be trusted. It seemed all but like a fantasy at first, but slowly Lsael began to take these men's words by heart. And upon her final battle against the monetarist forces, she gazed down on her soulstone with a new sense of direction. From then on, she would hold her head up and walk her own path. Like a rough ingot, the years of pain and struggles only served to temper and mold her into something more. And now her sword and conviction was sharper than ever.
 
Sure it might be a fairy tale compared to what she had seen so far in life, but Lsael would never forget that faithful day in Coerthas Central Highlands. The day she recognized herself to be free to do what she chose.</spoiler>
 
  
====<div style="padding:0px 20px; font-size:14px;color:#000000;">7th Astral Era - Five Years Hence / Current</div>====
 
<spoiler>With that fiery spirit restored in her hearts, she would go and master a multitude of combative crafts over the years. A quick learner, and even quicker on her feet. She found herself chasing leves after leves, priding herself of her work, and eventually finding a part time job as a guard for the Scions. It was around this time her 'Echo' began to develop. But seeing as the primal gods had nothing to do with her, she often ignored the beast tribe threats at hand.
 
Despite all this, she still remained very much alone. Spending vast amounts of time out in the world with little companion but the sun and the stars.
 
  
AFter the repetitive nature of her sellsword and mercenary work started to get to her. She felt a lull in heart, chasing what seemed to be and endless path of ventures she could not escape. It was around this time she had rekindled her childhood fascination with airships. Envying those free to travel to faraway lands to wherever they may please. Airship journeys were always exciting for Lsael, having only been on two rides up until this point in her life. With the desire to seek adventure through her own means, and the recent opening of Ishgard. The Xaela seized the chance and bought her own Manacutter, and took on the skies as if she was coming back home.</spoiler>
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: While in her younger years she grew up with her father's stories of graceful fighters doing flips and turns. As a grown woman and capable fighter she quickly realized this just wasn't feasible in heavy armor. Rather, throughout her work in Ul'dah, she develops a sort of 'lazy technique' she has figured while watching the mages fight. "Grazing" her opponent's hits through parrying or avoiding blows at a hair's distance. While responding in kind with quick and ruthless succession, often with short skips and long dashes. This proved widely useful especially back in the day she often wore plate armor 24/7. While this technique placed her in some vary dangerous positions. Her scrupulous thinking and quick reactions made sure the risk was often worth the reward, and helped set her apart early on from the rest of the young gladiators.
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<div style="font-family:Georgia;padding:10px 15px 10px; background: #e0e2e5;"><p><b>Drinking and Alcohol</b> :: Growing up in Limsa, this is a given. Her step=father and step-brother were rather fond of this little acquired trait of hers. With an alcohol tolerance so high that it would put a grizzled Sea Wolf to shame, It's no surprise that Lsael couldn't be caught dead with hard liquor in hand. Whether it be a flask strapped to her thigh, or a stash of booze stowed away behind the corners of her home. Those who have managed to keep up or match her over few rounds of nightly drinks would be treated to an entirely different, albeit drunk 'Lsael'</p>
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<p><b>Books and Collecting Books</b> :: Unbeknownst to those who haven't yet stepped foot into her home. Reading is a second lifestyle for the xaela. With no formal education under her belt. This self taught girl took it upon herself to pick up the practical knowledge that would benefit her the most. Skipping most subjects and books that doesn't interest her (unless the illustrations are too delightful to pass up). A good tome and ever rare free time is a combination she'll forever long for. Particularly interested in subjects such as folklore and in regards to flight. There was even a time in which she accepted books over gil for her pay. </p>
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<spoiler><p><b>Singing</b> :: Without a doubt the most rarest trait one could ever catch her doing. While Lsael hasn't learned to play any sort of instrument, she's made up for it being an uncannily gifted singer. Years back the weight of her plate armor mean carrying an instrument would be a needless burden. An odd decision given that this is still her royal excuse to this day. And so the xaela would sing. Whether it be old ballads, songs of lore, or marching rhymes to serve as practice. Between long flights and years of travelling, she'd grown ridiculously talented with this private trait of hers. And private is how Lsael would prefer to keep it, as she'll always stop abruptly with the fear of getting caught. Often tearing out in a searing, rosy blush as embarrassment runs rampantly across her face. Fair warning as this embarrassment usually coalesces in violent retaliation. Violent enough to have earned the girl a small criminal record in Gridania.</p></div></spoiler>
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<p><b>Hopelessness</b> :: While Lsael will take it upon herself to help someone in need. She has a growing hatred against those who've resigned their fate to inaction. Seeing no point in helping someone who refuses to help them-self.</p>
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<p><b>Drugs</b> :: While the woman remains quite the avid drinker. There's no denying that Lsael has seen her share of hardships, some which no little girl should ever go through. And during those trying times, even a brief relief from one's suffering can mean everything. That child found out the hard way. She fell deeply addicted to narcotics, forced upon her until she was practically dependent on them. It took years to break her out of a lifetime's worth of bad habits, the Calamity not helping all the meanwhile. Yet now as a successful contractor with ample amount of spare gil lying about. To this day Lsael will aggressively refuse to take any sort of drug. For smoking, recreational, and even most potions. As she'll likely hold up a six chambered counter-point to anyone who offers it.</p>
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<div style="font-family:Georgia;padding:10px 15px 10px; background: #e0e2e5;"><p><b>Rabid Book Collector</b> Closer to an obsession really. At one point in her life, Lsael would start accepting rare and high quality tomes instead of gil for services rendered. Her apartment serves as a testament to this.</p>
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<p><b>Tinkerer</b> :: While she has no formal education with the matter, Lsael enjoys to mess around with smaller magitek pieces on her spare time. This continued hobby would eventually help her find odd jobs in previously Garlean-occupied territories. As her general knowledge of magitek and Garlean warmachina fine-tuned her hobby into repurposing work. Most often converting abandoned weapons of war into commercial civilian use. Like the hydraulics and flotation systems of a broken Garlean deathclaw being converted into water pumps for agricultural irrigation. Turns out, some rural villages torn up by years of war are more likely to hand out what little gil they have left for a consistent source of clean drinking water... </p>
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<p><b>Eerily Silent</b> Focusing a bit too much on listening will often find her addressee staring at a peculiar expression. As she has a penchant for speaking only when it's absolutely needed. Some conversations would leave Lsael to look on without so much as a reply. Owing to her flawed logic which has her speaking only when necessary. Whether she assumes her partner may be smart enough to answer their own questions. Or if their inquiries don't require any further additions to their points. Some friends have been known to stare back at a woman who doesn't exactly seem to be entirely present. Leaving the wordless xaela to reply with a furrowed brow, or a tilt of her head.</p>
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=The Pilot=
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<p><b>Her Education</b> :: In terms of education, Lsael is self taught and remains a very quick learner. Often picking up instructions and guides on the spot. Her hand-writing leaves much to be desired however, with her own notes incomprehensible to none other than herself. But given her penchant for reading, she's grown to be surprisingly versed in worldly subjects. Despite what her personality more often would incline one to believe.</p>
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<p><b>Her Books</b> :: Instead of keeping a diary, Lsael tends to collect books as keepsakes from events or jobs. When she was teenager, she would often take up high-quality tomes as payment instead of gil. A habit that was taken up while living as an orphaned child wandering Limsa Lominsa. Hiding away in libraries, a source of rest and gentle respite to the rowdiness of the lower decks. With a maze of towering shelves about her, the tiny girl would often gather books around a designated corner. Hiding away and sleeping the nights off whilst feigning innocence when inquired about her nonexistent parents.And so, being around books have come to make her feel safe. Which is probably why wherever there is an overabundance of them within a certain area. Odds are this well-read xaela is probably close by.</p>
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<p>From children's picture books, scholastic grimoires to long lost allagan transcripts. Her travels have left her far and wide throughout Eorzea, and each book in her possession is a testament to her lifelong experiences. Brandishing enough tomes to start her own small library. One may be surprised to know that she's practically read (or skimmed through) most (or if not) all of them at some point.</p>
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<p><b>Her Tomo</b> ::  While she hadn't known ANYTHING about what or how dangerous a Necrologos was. A younger Lsael decided to offer her assistance tp an adventurer's party in hopes of attaining the infamous book for herself. From one faithful incident to another. The culmination of their troubles would find Lsael looming over a buried coffer. One that happened to contain a rather docile, pink friend within. Consuming her satchel of crystals at the time, the creature has never left the xaela's side since. Dubbed "Tomo" the atrophied atomos would spend it's days gobbling up whatever she would offer it. Whether it be scrap metal, food, or just general trash. In exchange as acting as her personal floating trashcan, Lsael found some much needed company for her long travels. The xaela would bless it with colorful nicknames such as "Cheeky Lil' Bastard" or use it's stretchy body as a makeshift pillow. But "Tomo the Atomos" stuck through with her ever since that faithful encounter. And so Tomo will often accompany it's owner, floating nearby as Lsael tends to shoot it a gale in order to keep away from trouble. Tomo tends to bite when spoiled, or lock on to any sort of overaspected crystal which remains free for the taking.
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<p><b>Her... Habits</b> :: Having been raised around pirates and Roegadyns all her life, she's grown to have a high tolerance towards liquor. Thus, Lsael is often caught with several hard bottles of beer or whiskey while drinking the nights away. Notably spiking her own booze with a special tonic gifted to her by idylshire's resident goblins. While it's name slips away from her memory, Lsael would describe the fluid as a form of industrial grade alcohol. When normal booze just doesn't give her the right kick anymore, this little vial is one alternative she'll always bring up to spice up the night.
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That said, sober Lsael doesn't exactly speak for drunk Lsael in any capacity. Completely unhinged and relaxed from a hard day's work. This is more often how the xaela makes her friends, as many would note just how 'pure' and 'approachable' the tipsy xaela can be. Unburdened by any need to uphold her usual rigid persona, Drunk Lsael is like staring into a cleaner side of a dirt-stained coin. Friendly and thoughtful, with a sense of cheerfulness that seems to radiate throughout the rest of her party. While it may be difficult to provide her with the ample liquor to get the woman this far shit-faced. Many consider it worth the trouble, as they may come to see the girl for what she truly is.</p>
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<p><b>Her Unknown Origins</b> :: Due to the circumstances of her arrival to Eorzea, Lsael doesn't actually know where her original birth place or home country is. Though a recent hint had come to pass in the last few years. When a large score of Doman refugees began moving into Mor Dhona. A handful of which seemed to openly approached the clueless Xaela in their native tongue. From what she can only discern as simple greetings, to inquiries for general directions. It seemed like those who hail from Far East mistake enough of her facial features and mannerisms to a far eastern origin. Meanwhile Lsael had taken the strangers' assumptions as pointless, finding their customs and traditions to be quite queer even to herself. Eastern books about the xaelic tribes of the steppes had often kept a young Lsael up at night, wondering of which of the many tribes would have been her home in the past. Maybe the Qalli could explain her affinity for a song? Or the Dorthal may give insight to her exceeding prowess in a fight? One thing remains is certain though. As Lsael continued to grow up to the woman she is today. She's become less interested in her origins, and more keen towards her next destination.</p>
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<p><b>Her Grand Company Affiliation</b> :: Presently, Lsael is inducted as a Caption under the Maelstrom. Specifically under the Trade Sails division, her endeavors following the War for Ala Mhigo had caught the eye of the Chief Admiral. Offering to purchase her services along with Lsael's small-time free-company to be requisitioned for logistics and requisition contracts. With a somewhat reliable source of income, and a bit more leeway in terms of war-time levy's. Lsael would use this new-found extra freedom to expand her little group far beyond what they were originally capable off. Picking up more strays for her free-company to bolster their new-found need for more manpower to help finish their more lucrative contracts.</p>
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<p>Lsael also once served proudly as an auxiliary member of the Maelstrom in the past. Having been discharged following her brother and commanding officer's demise in the Calamity. Her rank at the time was nothing more than a mascot rank, as she was still well below the required age for enlistment. With her old crew and family having perished in the fallout of Bahamut's rage, she was let go. And with her loved ones dead, she figured she had little reason to stay anyways.</p>
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<p><b>Her Home</b> :: Recognized as a Lominsan citizen only recently, following the Dragonsong War. Lsael had taken up an apartment at the Topmast, just recently bought her own cottage estate. Her free-company, located just below her own home, also rests in a cottage plot. The building having been re-purposed for her business uses after purchasing it from the original owners. Built as an observatory for an Ishgardian scholastic family, she'd struck a deal with the owners to help dismantle their enormous astranomical telescope. Seeing as how the object was worth more than the plot, and just so was it she was the only specialist preset to dismantle it in a moment's notice. What amounted to a week's worth of services now opened up a brand new business opportunity for the fledgling pilot. Using the automatic gates of the observatory like gates to a makeshift hangar. The newfound space opening more flexibility for her ships, which in turn affected the profit in which she could generate as a pilot.</p>
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<p><b>Her Name</b> :: While unsure how she was named herself, as it seems to follow no naming convention. In truth her full name was derived from stepfather's rather thick accent.</p>
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<p>Rescued from Garlean captivity. Her full name was first uttered in a sentence, after her stepfather's discovery of human cargo during his final privateering run. Being among the few bloodied survivors, he would cradle the tiny girl in his arms as they set the ship ablaze. Returning to his ship, only to briefly regain consciousness and hear him uttering the words: "Let's set sail elsewhere, I've enough of this place"</p>
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<p>Attempting to repeat after him whilst half conscious, the small girl could only speak the first two words. But through the Roegadyns long history of drinking, the man's accent had become somewhat difficult to discern. More so as the child repeated quietly after him, with her future stepfather leaning forward to hear what she had to say. Mistaking the child's mumbling as her attempting to introduce herself and her name. <i>"Leshse Shale... Else...Where"</i></p>
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<p>No child of his would ever grow scales, let alone a set of small horns. Knowing that giving her his own last name may bring trouble, and how "elsewhere" wouldn't make much sense. On paper, he wrote his daughter's name after an imaginary wife of his. "Elilswyr", a combination of the old Sea Wolf words meaning 'Exiled/Foreign' and 'Big'. It would remain as a pet name to the tiny au ra. And a reminder on how he first encountered the feisty young child jumping onto a garlean soldier and trying to stab him with his own knife. With her tomboyish personality, he joked about how a male's naming convention fit her perfectly. But his tiny ray of sunshine didn't seem to mind, even if he seemed to mispronounce her name with his drunken slurring. While one can expect a small child to write their own name, the young xaela never seemed to follow the spelling her father laid out for her. Sadly, he'd never gotten the chance to correct the girl before leaving her to fend for herself. And that's how the lone pilot took up her name as 'Lsael Elswer'.</p>
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<p><b>Her Ship</b> :: Her airship serves as custom-made cruiser. Built ontop of the manacutter framework by the Skysteel Manufactory and Garlond Ironworks. Over the years, several hull expansion and extra iterations had the ship grow alongside it's pilot's needs. Modified to the extent that it's become nigh unrecognizable as a manacutter, but a fully fledged airship.</p>
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<p> - Though about the same length of a standard freight airship, the cruiser stands at nearly half of the width. It's silhouette more akin to that of an oversized manacutter, hailing to it's roots. Heavily modified, and built over the years from spare Garlean, Sky Pirate, Ironworks, and Skysteel parts alike. The chassis was built the remnants of a downed Imperial Hypersonic Assault Craft. The hull was scrapped and cleaned to serve as the base. Utilizing two propeller based corrupted crystal engines to power the turbines at regular flight levels (with sufficient aethercurrents within the area). As well as the addition of two ceruleum powered jet turbines to facilitate high altitude flight without the depending on latent aether. The four engines required the abundantly larger chassis. As well as the extra space for sensitive freight carry and the specialized parts that remained unique to Lsael's craft.</p>
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<p> Ice-resistant materia have been melded onto the joints and moving parts to prevent locking. Fire resistant materia melded in compartmentalized pockets within the ship's frame to isolate and contain any fires or damage the ship takes. Lightning materia running parallel to major wiring to prevent lightning damage and short circuiting. And wind-resistant materia melded into the outer layer of the hull to maintain structural integrity during high wind currents at cruising speed.</p>
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<p><b>A Ship's Armament</b> :: Situated throughout it's hull are ejectable black powder canisters that will launch behind the ship during flight. While highly combustible, their semi-open and spinning nature spreads the powder over a wide radius immediately after being launched. With the maneuver requiring a great amount of care not to blow one's self up. Four air anchors, a pair on both top and underbelly of the hull, also jut ever so slightly out of the ship's silhouette. Locked against the main support of the hull, utilizing them requires a floating solid target to swing of off. While incredible situational, they provide new windows of evasion when the need arises.</p>
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<p>But Lsael isn't officially in the War Sails, so an armed airship flying about isn't exactly a green flag to Limsan officials. So other than explosive air anchor chains, the cruiser has little offensive capabilities. And neither was it built to take punishment from small arms fire or anti-air attacks.</p>
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<p>But it does allow for a surprising defensive capability. Especially with it boasting a top cruising altitude as high as 40 thousand fulms when flying above or near relevant aethercurrents. Without them, Lsael's ship can reach up to 60 thousand fulms on her ceruleum engines, but would she would never allow herself to go up that high up unless given a good reason... But for reasons of profit however, are a different story.<p>
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<p><b>A Ship's Automation</b> :: One specialization to note is the remnants of a magitek vanguard chassis that is mounted around the middle of the hull. Placed just between the separated pilot and passenger's seat (it's a two-seated airship). Taking inspiration from the Castrum battle and the Scion's ingenious use of magitek reapers. Lsael had commissioned the goldsmith's guild to meld a modified mammet's core onto the broken, original vanguard core. Once it was done, she had it linked to most of the primary functions and flight controls of the airship. As well as syncing up basic controls and automatic tracking onto her aetherotransformer.</p>
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<p>If she manages to fall out of the cockpit mid-flight, this would allow her ship to dive under autopilot and track her descent path. An emergency autopilot rescuing her, and voiding the reason to bring a harness or parachute. This modification also allows her to put the manacutter in a hands-free auto-pilot. Allowing for a brief time to sit back and relax, or do some mid-flight repairs.</p>
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<p><b>A Ship's Dedication</b> :: With the staggering amount of modifications and changes to the ship, the maintenance and repair cycles remain arduous and lengthy. It isn't rare for Lsael to be grounded for a week or so at times. And being privately owned and built, she must see to the repairs all by herself. But to the lone pilot, it's all worth it in the end.</p>
  
: Even now, she still continues this by force of habit. As a machinist, even when given the advantage of ranged attacks she much rather prefers close quarters combat. Even more riskier, if not for assistance of the wide variety of tools under a machinist's disposal all given times.
 
  
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: Echo - Attaining this ability during the Calamity. She received it during her close brush with death in Pharos Sirius. While it restored her eyesight on her right eye and changed it's color to a yellow similar to corrupted crystals. This ability would remain dormant much throughout her young adult life. Her echo allows her to switch soul crystals in mid-combat, allowing whatever form or stance to temporarily carried over to her new job crystal for a short duration. While this seems incredibly useful, she had only experienced this phenomenon twice in her life. Seemingly activating during times of great stress or when her body fears it is close to death. Another thing she had noticed is while she could choose to change to any class, switching to her Dark Knight soul crystal cancels it completely. And she usually experiences short term memory loss following the DRK switch when she's fallen out of combat.
 
  
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<p>Content with keeper her hands solely to herself, when faced with an unyielding aggressor however, she finds it hard to see a a reason to hold back her full might. The first hint comes at the silent, still-watered glare which the xaela employs. Often followed with an unrelenting brutality that would see her foe preemptively put down with no chance in countering her assault.</p>  
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: 14mm Revolver - Courtesy of her volunteer work in the Wolves' Den teaching and guiding curious adventurers around the vicinity. This is her favorite firearm, with it's heavy design allows her to use it to parry and block sword strikes against the occasional assailant.  
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<p>Her past had taught her harsh lessons, especially what becomes of a lone girl caught in the losing end of a fight. Defeat, and the humiliation that follows all but tempered the notion of losing as an unacceptable outcome for the xaela. Since then, she addresses almost all of her problems with a preemptive aggressiveness that at best, may come to be described as attempted manslaughter. Lsael will not hesitate to swing the hilt of her blade or put a bullet in a stranger's stomach, often with little given warning</p>
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<p>Lsael's confidence lies mainly on sheer force of will, or stubbornness as her old friend would come to describe her. While not one for endurance, her tenacity in a losing fight is unbridled and defiant. With each engagement, win or lose, culminating in years of lessons and experience before being drilled into her sword hand. While is very much an amazing close-quarters fighter, Lsael has since then moved on to firearms as her main source of martial prowess. But one shouldn't underestimate her now rusted sword arm. As even on rare occasions it will rise once again, demonstrating the sum of her hard-work and the blind resolution to better oneself.</p>
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<p>Despite her martial prowess, Lsael is very much considered average or below median when accounted for her magical and arcane skills. While her endurance, tenacity, strength and quick reactions are well accounted for. Her mental fortitude is also not up to par. Those who have readily teamed up with her in the past have noticed she was much more susceptible to certain mental debuffs when caught in them (such as Charms, Confusions, Fears).</p>
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<p>Though given a familiarity to attach herself to, she seems quite capable when Lsael is able to apply herself. For example, her Red Mage skills are above par in comparison to any other magic/arcane-based class she has picked up. But seemingly only her rapier skills have seen improvement as of late. The woman still can't seem to perfect Vercure for the life of her... </p>
  
: Sword and Shield - Though it has sat gathering dust in the back of her seat on her Manacutter, she tends to carry it with her from time to time. Several years of drilled instructions and fighting has already proved her worth as a gladiator and free paladin. And when when her revolver isn't not up to the task, her sword arm is her guaranteed best bet.
 
  
: Axe - Also gathering dust is her Axe, though not as often lately. It has seen a bit more frequent use since the opening of Ishgard and the the variety of larger game and monsters now available.
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: Daggers - Her misericordes are like a memory from a distant dream, where she aimed to be one of the thievish heroes in which her father's stories spoke of. Though she only takes them out during more "stealthier" approaches, Lsael does tend to keep them on her persons most of the time due to ease of concealment.
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<p> As a child, she grew up with her father's stories of graceful fighters doing flips and turns mid-combat. Though now, as a grown woman and competent fighter herself, she quickly realized this just wasn't feasible in full plate armor while engaged in rough terrain.</p>
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<p>Rather, throughout her work in Ul'dah as well as her experience as a privateer at one point. Lsael has developed a minimalist style of fighting. Inspired by the thaumaturge's guild upon watching the mages practice "stutter stepping". Her fighting style is has grown to be a hybrid of accurate brute force and minimalist evasion. Revolving around just barely evading an opponent's attacks, or if need be, parrying such acts with an immediate counter.</p>
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<p>Stand your ground, press forward, anticipate and punish. Her high spatial awareness, combined with short skips and dashes allows her to maintain the proper striking distance while returning blows with concentrated efficiency. This style proved widely successful throughout her days in the gladiator's guild and as a free paladin, and has proven it's worth to this day.</p>
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<p> While this technique placed her in some vary dangerous positions. Her scrupulous thinking and quick reactions made sure the risk was often worth the reward, and helped set her apart early on from the rest of the fighters. Even now, she still continues this fighting style out of habit. Working as a machinist, and even with the advantage of ranged attacks. Lsael prefers to remain in close-quarters. Allowing her to utilize the full potential the arsenal she had grown to master over years of experience.</p>
  
: Spear - A capable lancer and trained in basic dragoon arts. Nowadays however, once could often see as her lance being used as a clothes rack while flying.
 
  
: CQC - "Why bother spending gil on some crested hora when I can beat them with my spare fists... or shoot them." Granted she's learned a lot in her time training amongst monks and pulgists. Very much useful during drunken brawls.
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Lsael's full name a combination of two slurred instances.
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Her first name was when she was found by her stepfather, repeating after him when he said the words "Let's sail" whilst dipping in and out of consciousness.  
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Her last name was given to her by her stepfather. Knowing that giving her his own last name would never identify the Xaela as his own flesh and blood.  
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Instead He gave her the name "Elilswerd", meaning (Exiled/Foreign-Sword) A testament on how he first encountered the feisty young lass jumping onto a garlean soldier and stabbing him with his own knife.  
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Due to her tomboyish personality as a child, he figured a male's naming convention fit her perfectly. Though senility and constant drinking over the years took a toll on the old Sea Wolf's speech pattern. And to the young impressionable child took it upon herself to take up the last name "Elswer"
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<p><b>Blades And Such</b> :: Lsael has found herself much more "in tune" with the ease and simplicity of a bladed edge. With the exception of her machinist, jobs such as the Paladins, Samurai, and Dark Knight seem to come naturally to her. While their disciplines in regards to aether may serve as detriment to her fighting style. Lsael will often pick up multiple disciples of war in order to provide a wider array of counters to her problems. </p>
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<p><b>But What About Magic?</b> :: Lsael was never really fond of spells, given the amount of time needed to utilize them and the readily accessible options many of the Disciples of War seemed to boast. While that may be Lsael's explanation for it, the real reason comes to a previous incident concerning her "Darkside" during her tenure learning the Dark Knight's trade. All but managing to lock away any hopes of manipulating her personal aether.</p>
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<p>While spells and war arts are still employed by the machinist, those reliant on abundant amounts of aether will see their uses limited. Which is why a machinist aetherotransformer and the ease of firearms has all but encompassed most of her fighting style. But as years pass and the supposed lock on her aetheric abilities began to loosen. So too did her interest in the arcane would slowly grow.</p>
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When her Echo is activated and Lsael accidentally switches to her Dark Knight soulcrystal. What comes out is actually her Darkside form. Completely changing her personality to that of a deranged bloodthirsty berserker. This is why she often can't remember the final few seconds of her 'Echo' state.
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<p><b>"Darkside"</b>  Lsael's Darkside has probably been the most problematic for her to deal with. While she has no problems with the martial aspect of the job (which is wields rather adequately) it's was the summoning of her "other" version which arose a multitude of problems. Faced off against her darkside, rather than accepting her innermost wishes, she attempted to subdue the being mercilessly. Resulting in a form of "blockage" within herself. The incident would Lsael with very limited access in terms of her own aether. Not to say she can't cast ANY sort of spell after some hard work. It just didn't seem to be worth all the trouble for the ever busy machinist.</p>
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<b>"Echo"</b> :: At least, this is what Lsael could come to describe it. Feint voices in her head that would leave her ears ringing in all but the most emotionally and physically straining events. The xaela isn't so sure what this trait of her really does, or even how she acquired it. One thing it does seem to serve however, is an innate defense against any sort of means to 'temper' or bind her to the whims of a Primal. An ability she'd come to abuse in her later years, that would allow her to operate closer to areas of known eikonic activity. Without the fears in which she could someday be captured and turned a slave to the whims of a beast-tribe's summoned diety.</div>
  
Lsael is almost certain she is of doman descent, as hinted by the surge of refugees. Yet she does not identify herself as one, and find the foreigner's habits and traditions to be weird.
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<div style="font-family:Georgia;padding:10px 15px 10px; background: #eeeeee;"><p><b>Augmented Lost Allagan Pistol</b> :: Though stated as a 'pistol' given the various attachments to the weapon. Lsael treats this more as a multi-purpose carbine than anything. Purchased soon after the liberation of Ala Mhigo. Lsael has come to admire it's ease of modifications, should she have the ample parts for it. In which she employs the weapon as her general use, and go-to primary.</p>
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<p><b>Revolver of the Wanderer</b> :: This heavy pistol was among the first firearms Lsael carried with her extensively. Though not as heavily used as her newer Allagan weapon nowadays, the bottom side of it's reinforced barrel is full of chips and scrapes. A testament to it's reliability in parrying close-quarter attacks. The partially broken hilt still serves as a good club in some few desperate cases.</p>
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<p><b>Sword and Shield</b> :: While admittedly she had dropped them in favor of learning the machinist's trade. Years of conditioning and practice has made the tried and tested weapon probably the most consistent within Lsael's potential arsenal. To the point where her experience with the craft had left her to quickly pick up on learning the dark knight's greatsword, and samurai's katana exceedingly quickly.</p>
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<p><b>Lakeland Mantrigger</b> :: Supposedly a distant otherworldly cousin of a recurring model in the Source. This black-iron gunblade is the most recent acquisition Lsael has added to her arsenal. Already adept in the handling of a sword, and familiar with the machinations of a revolver. It was only common sense to find something that met the two disciples in between. As the veteran-pilot was quick take up the gunbreaker's discipline. Employing this clip-fed, ping ejecting manatrigger as her choice in side-arm. Serving as an explosive back-up to only the most dire of situations.</p>
  
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: Pretty sure her name origin needs work. I only gave the Roegadyn naming conventions a passing glance >__>
 
  
: Profile could easily be modified to fit the "Warrior of Light" role. Just include that she was Hydaelin's chosen much earlier than in-game, roughly around the same time as the Calamity and her eye sight was restored.
 
  
: While in-game heights are all the same, she's actually 5"8. Standing almost as tall as a max height male miqo'te. It must have been all that booze <__<
 
  
: Quick Origin Write-Up; Born to a Xaela mother and Midlander father. During the early occupation of Doma, their village sparked the fledgling ideas of rebellion. This was quickly and savagely put down, and made as an example to the other villages. Her father died, and her mother taken captive and used to "breed" a new generation of spies. brainwashed in to Garlean service as sleeper spies. When given birth to Lsael, her mother stabbed the baby's right eye in an attempt to kill it, fearing it the child of the many men that tormented her. The baby Au Ra cried, opening it's remaining eye to a crimson red, like her father. It was then did the mother regret it. Taken away, that was the last time Lsael ever saw her mom. Meanwhile the initial failure help set the flames for a much larger conflict, which inevitable cause the mass migration of Doman citizens into Eorzea. 
 
  
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: '''Theme Song(s) & Inspirations''' :: [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LxBKsbcSXGo Sable]
: '''Theme Song''': [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cvq7Jy-TFAU Snake Eyes - Feint (ft. CoMa)]
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: '''What kind of accent/dialect does she use?''' :: I try to use a semi-casual, and occasionally formal mix to her speech. An in between of Limsan crass and Ishgardian formality. Most of Lsael's tone and tendencies is inspired from the books she'd read growing up.But when she's drunk or in the presence of other Lominsan natives, she'll revert her 'normal accent'.
: '''Accent/Dialect''': Semi-Casual. A mix of Ul'dahn and Ishgardian? Most of her tone and tendencies is taken from her books and little interactions with others. When present among Lominsan's however, she will revert her 'normal dialect' which shows her familiarity growing up in Limsa Lominsa.
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: '''Having trouble approaching her?''' :: So do I <big>BIG Mood TBH</big> Her pet atomos is known to cause trouble when she isn't looking. Either gobbling up something that isn't her's biting random people that happens too close.  #TomoEatsAss confirmed.
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Limsa Lominsa-transparent.png Lsael Elswer
Lsael02.png
"...Can I help you?"
Gender Female
Race Au Ra
Clan Xaela
Citizenship Limsa Lominsa
Server Balmung
Age / Nameday Mid-Twenties???] (( 22th Sun of the 3rd Umbral Moon, 1553 ))
Occupation Maelstrom Backed Trade Sails - Logistics Contractor

Freelance Pilot Magitek and Warmachina Re-purposing

H/W 5 Fm 7 Im / 124 Pz
Orientation Bisexual
Alignment Chaotic Neutral
Home Limsa Lominsa :: The Mists - Topmast Apartment (Ward 7, Room 57)

Cottage Plot #28(Ward 7)

Cottage Plot #26 (Ward 7)

"The Lonely Explorer"


A black-clad woman stands against the far wall, away from the limelight and din of her fellow patrons. With a half finished ale on hand and an unmarked tome on the other, she peers up occasionally to give the establishment a sweeping glance. You watch her remain ever so quiet and observant, but as your eyes lock for but a moment. A fleeting chance offers a quick meeting between you and her. Crimson and yellow beads locked in a distant gaze between you and her, only to pry away as swiftly as you met.

The woman's posture speaks for herself. Standing just half a head taller than the average xaela woman. Her expression masks a decisiveness and purpose to her every action. Or was it just the varying tools strapped on her belt? Or the large caliber firearm slung lazily behind her chair. Imposing as most armed adventurers go, but oddly curt as she sits far from the limelight of the foreground, uninterested by those around her. Nonexistent to the many coming and going through the establishment... Yet she pays it no mind. Rather, you seem to think she prefers it that way.

You find your feet oddly directing you towards her. Some subconscious wave of curiosity convincing you to simply walk past her, stealing a glance towards the woman whenever you can. The common eye would see a lazed mercenary having a drink in the corner. But you yourself cannot sense a single hint of intimidation about the girl.

Again, she peers up from her book to glance at the din of the crowd. Eyes gazing out into the bustling bar without so much a hint of happiness nor resentment. But as your shadow seems to loom ever closer, you feel her sharp gaze glancing back to you once more. Heralding your arrival with a furrowed brow, a slight annoyance. While a brief pause passes before you could apologize. She speaks up, clear and concise. Her voice was subtle, but echoed a direct sense of purpose. And what her lips would not convey, her eyes would carry on. Greeting you with an indifferent, yet respectful expression. A silent language swept up from underneath, like a ripple hidden beneath the wave of crowd's noise echoing about you.

But this time, your focus seems much clearer. As if the white noise in your head had ceased to deafen you. Perception reinvigorated as the sounds of the crowd begin to muffle out of focus. Concentrated now on this xaela's overarching attention as you stand at a slight loss for words before attempting introducing yourself. Not realizing that, again, she had spoken up first. Faced with a now irritated woman before you, she drops her tome to the table before repeating herself a second time.


"I said, can I help you?"




Lsael Elswer (Pronunciation: /Leh-Sail Else-Wher/)


How does one spend their "Happily Ever After?"

All throughout her life, Lsael had clawed her way up from a world that shows no mercy to lonesome little girls. Yet even trudging through some of the darkest days she'd come to know, this lonesome Au Ra continued to move forward. Often gazing up enviously to the sky.

Birds that flocked overhead, the glint of an airship soaring behind the clouds, or the stars that shimmered throughout the night sky. All unreachable, like many one hopes and dreams she would entertain whilst growing up.

Wanting nothing else than that sense of freedom in its purest form. When this wanderlust sell-sword found herself with a substantial amount of gil. A lifetime of struggles seemed to disappear from her shoulder. Coming to no surprise as she exchanged her blade for a set of wings. Taking the opportunity to a buy herself new manacutter. A manacutter that would grow along with her ambitions, and would eventually transform into her own cruiser.

And like the world that turned it's back to her, she flew upwards. Unbounded by her past, soaring with the same cold, and lonesome determination that saw her cast aside. And not once did she look back on her choice.

As a self-taught engineer and repurposer of war machina. Lsael traverses the world by airship. Working as a skilled pilot, mechanic, and contractor. Her history is welded against the hull of her ship, growing and improving upon each new experience she comes across. Her past trailing behind her like each set of books she collects in her travels. Amassing an unending collection that continues to expand even now. She cast aside everything about her past. Leaving her burdens grounded as the clouds took her to the life she'd always dreamed of.

Made to choose between two lives. One of comfort and stability, with friends and loved ones to stand by your side until your final days... Or that of a long, lonely rode. Spending the rest of your days soaring above the clouds with naught by your side. Freedom in it's purest form.

For someone like Lsael, the answer was obvious... Enough so that she'll fight tooth and scale to keep it that way.





Appearance


Lsael is a young adult Xaela appearing around her mid-to-late twenties. Standing at 5 fulms, 7 ilms. She's noticeably taller than the average female Au Ra. But compared to the other races, it's a difference that isn't too noteworthy. She used to sport a lithe, and toned athletic figure, having ran around in full plate mail during her free-paladin years. But thanks to a new, healthier, and more relaxed lifestyle. Her jagged physique would balance out to it's now slender, more buxom form. Keeping her natural fair-skin protected throughout years of rough use. Lsael also sports a darker set of scales.


She has short black hair with feint red highlights, too dark to make it out unless you were standing within arm's length. Preferring to keep it short, her hair will occasionally grow out due to laziness. Often her bangs would grow long enough to cover parts of her face. A habit she hadn't minded when she started as a sell-sword. As glamour wasn't as important to a young Lsael, poor maintenance will only see it grow so long. Eventually her mounting frustrations would have the girl reach for the closest pair of scissors. But once in a blue moon however, she may grow it out long enough to warrant a pony tail. As friends of the pilot will note that the length of her hair coincides with the little amount of free time she lends herself. As notable workaholic in her own right, teasing her or compliment her new look will promptly force the self-conscious xaela's to prioritize shortening it once more.


Lsael also has hetero-chromatic eyes. Her left eye she'd describe as it's natural crimson red. And her right eye, more recently changed, is a bright crystal yellow. The color may seem... familiar to the well travelled. Still, both are enclosed within black limbal rings, those being her natural born trait.


Personality


Most of her early life was spent in long periods devoid of any meaningful social connections. Lsael's refusal to admit to her own shyness, self-consciousness, combined with a surprisingly docile persona has made her a silent and reticent character. She's the type that could go for months on end without any sort of conversation, and be perfectly content with such a fate. Despite this lonesome persona, those who manage to catch Lsael's attention would find it difficult to describe her as asocial, brooding or gloomy.


In fact, reservations aside, Lsael is quite adept in socializing and holding a conversation given a meaningful topic. Her pragmatism and practical approach in all topics of life lets her walk a fine line between being a soft-spoken apathetic and rather curious conversationalist. More often than not however, she can come across as rude, insensitive, and even politically incorrect. Lsael has little care about worldly ideals and politics unless such topics directly concerns herself, yet oddly well mannered despite no formal sort of education or upbringing. Though stubborn in her ideals, as long as her addressee initiates a conversation with some degree of respect. That sense of respect and trust is guaranteed to be reciprocated in turn.


She absolutely despises those who think they are above others. Blind racists, the pretentious high-born, politicians and radical religious zealots alike. Having grown up with her own set of struggles, Lsael could easily relate to those less fortunate. Even giving away what little change she could afford if the feeling ever occurs to her. But that's not to say she's the most kind-hearted person around. Having lost hope in herself at one point. Lsael values the absolute, almost blindly tenacious sensibility which she helped her claw her way out of her old life. So she will often seek the same out of others. Believing the individual can't be helped if they're unwilling to help themselves. If introduced to a person who expects pity or empathy with their plight instead of confronting their own problems. Lsael won't find much value in one's existence, and will not hesitate to leave them to their fate.


Trust, after all, is earned to some degree. Her pragmatism and social tendencies often leaves the xaela distrustful and wary of everyone she encounters. While Lsael does enjoy hooking up with the occasional stranger for a nightly romp inbetween cities. There isn't much hope for a romantic connection to be had with the woman. Lsael will often feign interest for the sake of enjoyment.

What little friends Lsael HAS come to trust however, would describe her at a radically different sense than the usual persona among strangers. Lsael is much as more talkative, akin to that of an unhinged older sister often explaining the circumstances in a chastising manner. Often letting her limsan accent shine through as friends are treated to a rather a blunt and straight-forward way of thinking from Lsael. Underlying cynicism's are common place, showcasing her penchant for dark humor. As she doesn't shy from the truth of the conversation when talking among friends. Whether this is charming or rude to her friends is dependent on the thickness of their skin. An odd trait that seldom see's the xaela telling lies to close acquaintances, seeing no point in their deception.


Outside of other's influences however, Lsael is still pretty much a lonesome individual. Years of strife and solitary work has tempered her body and mind. On occasion, she may become eerily silent. With a motionless calm and apathetic focus in her surroundings. in her eyes. Lsael has lost her fair share of fights and brawls growing up, knowing fully well the consequences that awaits the loser, especially to women. This silence is a testament to that, and her focus is the reinforced resolve in which she carries herself through those faults.


Alignment - Chaotic Good

LIKES

Drinking and Alcohol :: Growing up in Limsa, this is a given. Her step=father and step-brother were rather fond of this little acquired trait of hers. With an alcohol tolerance so high that it would put a grizzled Sea Wolf to shame, It's no surprise that Lsael couldn't be caught dead with hard liquor in hand. Whether it be a flask strapped to her thigh, or a stash of booze stowed away behind the corners of her home. Those who have managed to keep up or match her over few rounds of nightly drinks would be treated to an entirely different, albeit drunk 'Lsael'

Books and Collecting Books :: Unbeknownst to those who haven't yet stepped foot into her home. Reading is a second lifestyle for the xaela. With no formal education under her belt. This self taught girl took it upon herself to pick up the practical knowledge that would benefit her the most. Skipping most subjects and books that doesn't interest her (unless the illustrations are too delightful to pass up). A good tome and ever rare free time is a combination she'll forever long for. Particularly interested in subjects such as folklore and in regards to flight. There was even a time in which she accepted books over gil for her pay.

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DISLIKES

Gridania (In General)  :: "It smells funny" would be the first words that would come to mind, as the xaela isn't very fond of the area... or it's citizens... or the forest's and it's thrice damned elementals. She just doesn't like Gridania in general! The winding paths and shrubbery seems just needlessly disorientating. And Lsael and the local populace have a history of not getting along all too well.

Hopelessness :: While Lsael will take it upon herself to help someone in need. She has a growing hatred against those who've resigned their fate to inaction. Seeing no point in helping someone who refuses to help them-self.

Drugs :: While the woman remains quite the avid drinker. There's no denying that Lsael has seen her share of hardships, some which no little girl should ever go through. And during those trying times, even a brief relief from one's suffering can mean everything. That child found out the hard way. She fell deeply addicted to narcotics, forced upon her until she was practically dependent on them. It took years to break her out of a lifetime's worth of bad habits, the Calamity not helping all the meanwhile. Yet now as a successful contractor with ample amount of spare gil lying about. To this day Lsael will aggressively refuse to take any sort of drug. For smoking, recreational, and even most potions. As she'll likely hold up a six chambered counter-point to anyone who offers it.

QUIRKS

Rabid Book Collector Closer to an obsession really. At one point in her life, Lsael would start accepting rare and high quality tomes instead of gil for services rendered. Her apartment serves as a testament to this.

Tinkerer :: While she has no formal education with the matter, Lsael enjoys to mess around with smaller magitek pieces on her spare time. This continued hobby would eventually help her find odd jobs in previously Garlean-occupied territories. As her general knowledge of magitek and Garlean warmachina fine-tuned her hobby into repurposing work. Most often converting abandoned weapons of war into commercial civilian use. Like the hydraulics and flotation systems of a broken Garlean deathclaw being converted into water pumps for agricultural irrigation. Turns out, some rural villages torn up by years of war are more likely to hand out what little gil they have left for a consistent source of clean drinking water...

Eerily Silent Focusing a bit too much on listening will often find her addressee staring at a peculiar expression. As she has a penchant for speaking only when it's absolutely needed. Some conversations would leave Lsael to look on without so much as a reply. Owing to her flawed logic which has her speaking only when necessary. Whether she assumes her partner may be smart enough to answer their own questions. Or if their inquiries don't require any further additions to their points. Some friends have been known to stare back at a woman who doesn't exactly seem to be entirely present. Leaving the wordless xaela to reply with a furrowed brow, or a tilt of her head.


About the Pilot

Her Education :: In terms of education, Lsael is self taught and remains a very quick learner. Often picking up instructions and guides on the spot. Her hand-writing leaves much to be desired however, with her own notes incomprehensible to none other than herself. But given her penchant for reading, she's grown to be surprisingly versed in worldly subjects. Despite what her personality more often would incline one to believe.

Her Books :: Instead of keeping a diary, Lsael tends to collect books as keepsakes from events or jobs. When she was teenager, she would often take up high-quality tomes as payment instead of gil. A habit that was taken up while living as an orphaned child wandering Limsa Lominsa. Hiding away in libraries, a source of rest and gentle respite to the rowdiness of the lower decks. With a maze of towering shelves about her, the tiny girl would often gather books around a designated corner. Hiding away and sleeping the nights off whilst feigning innocence when inquired about her nonexistent parents.And so, being around books have come to make her feel safe. Which is probably why wherever there is an overabundance of them within a certain area. Odds are this well-read xaela is probably close by.

From children's picture books, scholastic grimoires to long lost allagan transcripts. Her travels have left her far and wide throughout Eorzea, and each book in her possession is a testament to her lifelong experiences. Brandishing enough tomes to start her own small library. One may be surprised to know that she's practically read (or skimmed through) most (or if not) all of them at some point.

Her Tomo :: While she hadn't known ANYTHING about what or how dangerous a Necrologos was. A younger Lsael decided to offer her assistance tp an adventurer's party in hopes of attaining the infamous book for herself. From one faithful incident to another. The culmination of their troubles would find Lsael looming over a buried coffer. One that happened to contain a rather docile, pink friend within. Consuming her satchel of crystals at the time, the creature has never left the xaela's side since. Dubbed "Tomo" the atrophied atomos would spend it's days gobbling up whatever she would offer it. Whether it be scrap metal, food, or just general trash. In exchange as acting as her personal floating trashcan, Lsael found some much needed company for her long travels. The xaela would bless it with colorful nicknames such as "Cheeky Lil' Bastard" or use it's stretchy body as a makeshift pillow. But "Tomo the Atomos" stuck through with her ever since that faithful encounter. And so Tomo will often accompany it's owner, floating nearby as Lsael tends to shoot it a gale in order to keep away from trouble. Tomo tends to bite when spoiled, or lock on to any sort of overaspected crystal which remains free for the taking.

Her... Habits :: Having been raised around pirates and Roegadyns all her life, she's grown to have a high tolerance towards liquor. Thus, Lsael is often caught with several hard bottles of beer or whiskey while drinking the nights away. Notably spiking her own booze with a special tonic gifted to her by idylshire's resident goblins. While it's name slips away from her memory, Lsael would describe the fluid as a form of industrial grade alcohol. When normal booze just doesn't give her the right kick anymore, this little vial is one alternative she'll always bring up to spice up the night. That said, sober Lsael doesn't exactly speak for drunk Lsael in any capacity. Completely unhinged and relaxed from a hard day's work. This is more often how the xaela makes her friends, as many would note just how 'pure' and 'approachable' the tipsy xaela can be. Unburdened by any need to uphold her usual rigid persona, Drunk Lsael is like staring into a cleaner side of a dirt-stained coin. Friendly and thoughtful, with a sense of cheerfulness that seems to radiate throughout the rest of her party. While it may be difficult to provide her with the ample liquor to get the woman this far shit-faced. Many consider it worth the trouble, as they may come to see the girl for what she truly is.

Her Unknown Origins :: Due to the circumstances of her arrival to Eorzea, Lsael doesn't actually know where her original birth place or home country is. Though a recent hint had come to pass in the last few years. When a large score of Doman refugees began moving into Mor Dhona. A handful of which seemed to openly approached the clueless Xaela in their native tongue. From what she can only discern as simple greetings, to inquiries for general directions. It seemed like those who hail from Far East mistake enough of her facial features and mannerisms to a far eastern origin. Meanwhile Lsael had taken the strangers' assumptions as pointless, finding their customs and traditions to be quite queer even to herself. Eastern books about the xaelic tribes of the steppes had often kept a young Lsael up at night, wondering of which of the many tribes would have been her home in the past. Maybe the Qalli could explain her affinity for a song? Or the Dorthal may give insight to her exceeding prowess in a fight? One thing remains is certain though. As Lsael continued to grow up to the woman she is today. She's become less interested in her origins, and more keen towards her next destination.

Her Grand Company Affiliation :: Presently, Lsael is inducted as a Caption under the Maelstrom. Specifically under the Trade Sails division, her endeavors following the War for Ala Mhigo had caught the eye of the Chief Admiral. Offering to purchase her services along with Lsael's small-time free-company to be requisitioned for logistics and requisition contracts. With a somewhat reliable source of income, and a bit more leeway in terms of war-time levy's. Lsael would use this new-found extra freedom to expand her little group far beyond what they were originally capable off. Picking up more strays for her free-company to bolster their new-found need for more manpower to help finish their more lucrative contracts.

Lsael also once served proudly as an auxiliary member of the Maelstrom in the past. Having been discharged following her brother and commanding officer's demise in the Calamity. Her rank at the time was nothing more than a mascot rank, as she was still well below the required age for enlistment. With her old crew and family having perished in the fallout of Bahamut's rage, she was let go. And with her loved ones dead, she figured she had little reason to stay anyways.

Her Home :: Recognized as a Lominsan citizen only recently, following the Dragonsong War. Lsael had taken up an apartment at the Topmast, just recently bought her own cottage estate. Her free-company, located just below her own home, also rests in a cottage plot. The building having been re-purposed for her business uses after purchasing it from the original owners. Built as an observatory for an Ishgardian scholastic family, she'd struck a deal with the owners to help dismantle their enormous astranomical telescope. Seeing as how the object was worth more than the plot, and just so was it she was the only specialist preset to dismantle it in a moment's notice. What amounted to a week's worth of services now opened up a brand new business opportunity for the fledgling pilot. Using the automatic gates of the observatory like gates to a makeshift hangar. The newfound space opening more flexibility for her ships, which in turn affected the profit in which she could generate as a pilot.

Her Name :: While unsure how she was named herself, as it seems to follow no naming convention. In truth her full name was derived from stepfather's rather thick accent.

Rescued from Garlean captivity. Her full name was first uttered in a sentence, after her stepfather's discovery of human cargo during his final privateering run. Being among the few bloodied survivors, he would cradle the tiny girl in his arms as they set the ship ablaze. Returning to his ship, only to briefly regain consciousness and hear him uttering the words: "Let's set sail elsewhere, I've enough of this place"

Attempting to repeat after him whilst half conscious, the small girl could only speak the first two words. But through the Roegadyns long history of drinking, the man's accent had become somewhat difficult to discern. More so as the child repeated quietly after him, with her future stepfather leaning forward to hear what she had to say. Mistaking the child's mumbling as her attempting to introduce herself and her name. "Leshse Shale... Else...Where"

No child of his would ever grow scales, let alone a set of small horns. Knowing that giving her his own last name may bring trouble, and how "elsewhere" wouldn't make much sense. On paper, he wrote his daughter's name after an imaginary wife of his. "Elilswyr", a combination of the old Sea Wolf words meaning 'Exiled/Foreign' and 'Big'. It would remain as a pet name to the tiny au ra. And a reminder on how he first encountered the feisty young child jumping onto a garlean soldier and trying to stab him with his own knife. With her tomboyish personality, he joked about how a male's naming convention fit her perfectly. But his tiny ray of sunshine didn't seem to mind, even if he seemed to mispronounce her name with his drunken slurring. While one can expect a small child to write their own name, the young xaela never seemed to follow the spelling her father laid out for her. Sadly, he'd never gotten the chance to correct the girl before leaving her to fend for herself. And that's how the lone pilot took up her name as 'Lsael Elswer'.


About her Ship


Her Ship :: Her airship serves as custom-made cruiser. Built ontop of the manacutter framework by the Skysteel Manufactory and Garlond Ironworks. Over the years, several hull expansion and extra iterations had the ship grow alongside it's pilot's needs. Modified to the extent that it's become nigh unrecognizable as a manacutter, but a fully fledged airship.

- Though about the same length of a standard freight airship, the cruiser stands at nearly half of the width. It's silhouette more akin to that of an oversized manacutter, hailing to it's roots. Heavily modified, and built over the years from spare Garlean, Sky Pirate, Ironworks, and Skysteel parts alike. The chassis was built the remnants of a downed Imperial Hypersonic Assault Craft. The hull was scrapped and cleaned to serve as the base. Utilizing two propeller based corrupted crystal engines to power the turbines at regular flight levels (with sufficient aethercurrents within the area). As well as the addition of two ceruleum powered jet turbines to facilitate high altitude flight without the depending on latent aether. The four engines required the abundantly larger chassis. As well as the extra space for sensitive freight carry and the specialized parts that remained unique to Lsael's craft.

Ice-resistant materia have been melded onto the joints and moving parts to prevent locking. Fire resistant materia melded in compartmentalized pockets within the ship's frame to isolate and contain any fires or damage the ship takes. Lightning materia running parallel to major wiring to prevent lightning damage and short circuiting. And wind-resistant materia melded into the outer layer of the hull to maintain structural integrity during high wind currents at cruising speed.

A Ship's Armament :: Situated throughout it's hull are ejectable black powder canisters that will launch behind the ship during flight. While highly combustible, their semi-open and spinning nature spreads the powder over a wide radius immediately after being launched. With the maneuver requiring a great amount of care not to blow one's self up. Four air anchors, a pair on both top and underbelly of the hull, also jut ever so slightly out of the ship's silhouette. Locked against the main support of the hull, utilizing them requires a floating solid target to swing of off. While incredible situational, they provide new windows of evasion when the need arises.

But Lsael isn't officially in the War Sails, so an armed airship flying about isn't exactly a green flag to Limsan officials. So other than explosive air anchor chains, the cruiser has little offensive capabilities. And neither was it built to take punishment from small arms fire or anti-air attacks.

But it does allow for a surprising defensive capability. Especially with it boasting a top cruising altitude as high as 40 thousand fulms when flying above or near relevant aethercurrents. Without them, Lsael's ship can reach up to 60 thousand fulms on her ceruleum engines, but would she would never allow herself to go up that high up unless given a good reason... But for reasons of profit however, are a different story.

A Ship's Automation :: One specialization to note is the remnants of a magitek vanguard chassis that is mounted around the middle of the hull. Placed just between the separated pilot and passenger's seat (it's a two-seated airship). Taking inspiration from the Castrum battle and the Scion's ingenious use of magitek reapers. Lsael had commissioned the goldsmith's guild to meld a modified mammet's core onto the broken, original vanguard core. Once it was done, she had it linked to most of the primary functions and flight controls of the airship. As well as syncing up basic controls and automatic tracking onto her aetherotransformer.

If she manages to fall out of the cockpit mid-flight, this would allow her ship to dive under autopilot and track her descent path. An emergency autopilot rescuing her, and voiding the reason to bring a harness or parachute. This modification also allows her to put the manacutter in a hands-free auto-pilot. Allowing for a brief time to sit back and relax, or do some mid-flight repairs.

A Ship's Dedication :: With the staggering amount of modifications and changes to the ship, the maintenance and repair cycles remain arduous and lengthy. It isn't rare for Lsael to be grounded for a week or so at times. And being privately owned and built, she must see to the repairs all by herself. But to the lone pilot, it's all worth it in the end.


Modus Operandi

Content with keeper her hands solely to herself, when faced with an unyielding aggressor however, she finds it hard to see a a reason to hold back her full might. The first hint comes at the silent, still-watered glare which the xaela employs. Often followed with an unrelenting brutality that would see her foe preemptively put down with no chance in countering her assault.

Her past had taught her harsh lessons, especially what becomes of a lone girl caught in the losing end of a fight. Defeat, and the humiliation that follows all but tempered the notion of losing as an unacceptable outcome for the xaela. Since then, she addresses almost all of her problems with a preemptive aggressiveness that at best, may come to be described as attempted manslaughter. Lsael will not hesitate to swing the hilt of her blade or put a bullet in a stranger's stomach, often with little given warning

Lsael's confidence lies mainly on sheer force of will, or stubbornness as her old friend would come to describe her. While not one for endurance, her tenacity in a losing fight is unbridled and defiant. With each engagement, win or lose, culminating in years of lessons and experience before being drilled into her sword hand. While is very much an amazing close-quarters fighter, Lsael has since then moved on to firearms as her main source of martial prowess. But one shouldn't underestimate her now rusted sword arm. As even on rare occasions it will rise once again, demonstrating the sum of her hard-work and the blind resolution to better oneself.

Despite her martial prowess, Lsael is very much considered average or below median when accounted for her magical and arcane skills. While her endurance, tenacity, strength and quick reactions are well accounted for. Her mental fortitude is also not up to par. Those who have readily teamed up with her in the past have noticed she was much more susceptible to certain mental debuffs when caught in them (such as Charms, Confusions, Fears).

Though given a familiarity to attach herself to, she seems quite capable when Lsael is able to apply herself. For example, her Red Mage skills are above par in comparison to any other magic/arcane-based class she has picked up. But seemingly only her rapier skills have seen improvement as of late. The woman still can't seem to perfect Vercure for the life of her...


Combat and Technique

As a child, she grew up with her father's stories of graceful fighters doing flips and turns mid-combat. Though now, as a grown woman and competent fighter herself, she quickly realized this just wasn't feasible in full plate armor while engaged in rough terrain.

Rather, throughout her work in Ul'dah as well as her experience as a privateer at one point. Lsael has developed a minimalist style of fighting. Inspired by the thaumaturge's guild upon watching the mages practice "stutter stepping". Her fighting style is has grown to be a hybrid of accurate brute force and minimalist evasion. Revolving around just barely evading an opponent's attacks, or if need be, parrying such acts with an immediate counter.

Stand your ground, press forward, anticipate and punish. Her high spatial awareness, combined with short skips and dashes allows her to maintain the proper striking distance while returning blows with concentrated efficiency. This style proved widely successful throughout her days in the gladiator's guild and as a free paladin, and has proven it's worth to this day.

While this technique placed her in some vary dangerous positions. Her scrupulous thinking and quick reactions made sure the risk was often worth the reward, and helped set her apart early on from the rest of the fighters. Even now, she still continues this fighting style out of habit. Working as a machinist, and even with the advantage of ranged attacks. Lsael prefers to remain in close-quarters. Allowing her to utilize the full potential the arsenal she had grown to master over years of experience.


"Soul of War"

A Disciple of War

Jobs Her main jobs, in order from most to least used are. Machinist -> Gunbreaker ->Paladin -> Rogue -> Lancer -> Samurai -> Red Mage -> Dark Knight.

Blades And Such :: Lsael has found herself much more "in tune" with the ease and simplicity of a bladed edge. With the exception of her machinist, jobs such as the Paladins, Samurai, and Dark Knight seem to come naturally to her. While their disciplines in regards to aether may serve as detriment to her fighting style. Lsael will often pick up multiple disciples of war in order to provide a wider array of counters to her problems.

But What About Magic? :: Lsael was never really fond of spells, given the amount of time needed to utilize them and the readily accessible options many of the Disciples of War seemed to boast. While that may be Lsael's explanation for it, the real reason comes to a previous incident concerning her "Darkside" during her tenure learning the Dark Knight's trade. All but managing to lock away any hopes of manipulating her personal aether.

While spells and war arts are still employed by the machinist, those reliant on abundant amounts of aether will see their uses limited. Which is why a machinist aetherotransformer and the ease of firearms has all but encompassed most of her fighting style. But as years pass and the supposed lock on her aetheric abilities began to loosen. So too did her interest in the arcane would slowly grow.

Seeing White

"Darkside" Lsael's Darkside has probably been the most problematic for her to deal with. While she has no problems with the martial aspect of the job (which is wields rather adequately) it's was the summoning of her "other" version which arose a multitude of problems. Faced off against her darkside, rather than accepting her innermost wishes, she attempted to subdue the being mercilessly. Resulting in a form of "blockage" within herself. The incident would Lsael with very limited access in terms of her own aether. Not to say she can't cast ANY sort of spell after some hard work. It just didn't seem to be worth all the trouble for the ever busy machinist.

"Echo" :: At least, this is what Lsael could come to describe it. Feint voices in her head that would leave her ears ringing in all but the most emotionally and physically straining events. The xaela isn't so sure what this trait of her really does, or even how she acquired it. One thing it does seem to serve however, is an innate defense against any sort of means to 'temper' or bind her to the whims of a Primal. An ability she'd come to abuse in her later years, that would allow her to operate closer to areas of known eikonic activity. Without the fears in which she could someday be captured and turned a slave to the whims of a beast-tribe's summoned diety.

Weapons

Augmented Lost Allagan Pistol :: Though stated as a 'pistol' given the various attachments to the weapon. Lsael treats this more as a multi-purpose carbine than anything. Purchased soon after the liberation of Ala Mhigo. Lsael has come to admire it's ease of modifications, should she have the ample parts for it. In which she employs the weapon as her general use, and go-to primary.

Revolver of the Wanderer :: This heavy pistol was among the first firearms Lsael carried with her extensively. Though not as heavily used as her newer Allagan weapon nowadays, the bottom side of it's reinforced barrel is full of chips and scrapes. A testament to it's reliability in parrying close-quarter attacks. The partially broken hilt still serves as a good club in some few desperate cases.

Sword and Shield :: While admittedly she had dropped them in favor of learning the machinist's trade. Years of conditioning and practice has made the tried and tested weapon probably the most consistent within Lsael's potential arsenal. To the point where her experience with the craft had left her to quickly pick up on learning the dark knight's greatsword, and samurai's katana exceedingly quickly.

Lakeland Mantrigger :: Supposedly a distant otherworldly cousin of a recurring model in the Source. This black-iron gunblade is the most recent acquisition Lsael has added to her arsenal. Already adept in the handling of a sword, and familiar with the machinations of a revolver. It was only common sense to find something that met the two disciples in between. As the veteran-pilot was quick take up the gunbreaker's discipline. Employing this clip-fed, ping ejecting manatrigger as her choice in side-arm. Serving as an explosive back-up to only the most dire of situations.

Gallery, Notes, And Trivia




***** RE-EDITED AND REVAMPED. After finally sitting down and looking through the mess I had made some two years ago. I'm finally kicking the dust off this old profile and deciding to run it through some new changes.*****
Theme Song(s) & Inspirations :: Sable
What kind of accent/dialect does she use? :: I try to use a semi-casual, and occasionally formal mix to her speech. An in between of Limsan crass and Ishgardian formality. Most of Lsael's tone and tendencies is inspired from the books she'd read growing up.But when she's drunk or in the presence of other Lominsan natives, she'll revert her 'normal accent'.
Having trouble approaching her? :: So do I BIG Mood TBH Her pet atomos is known to cause trouble when she isn't looking. Either gobbling up something that isn't her's biting random people that happens too close. #TomoEatsAss confirmed.
What happened to the Biography tab? :: SHIT'S TOO DAMN LONG. Might as well find out these things by rp'ing with her, and it'll definately save me the editing trouble.
Are you sure you just aren't being lazy? :: BEGONE
What has she been up too of late? :: Work never ends, and most often will be found with long hair aka no-damn-time-to-cut-the-thing. With the expansion of her supposed business and the 404's under-the-table dealings which I won't get into here. She's been acting more as a tard wrangler to all the misbegotten man-children that happened under her employ. There are the two new part-timers in the FC as well, but they seem to prefer to do their own thing at the moment. With the fighting in Ghimlyt coming to a stand-still, it's up to the low-key smuggl--"Logistics Contractor"-- to take an initiative and turn a profit beneath this tangled mess.
/c/ :: Lsael has one as well. If you know it, then you know. If you don't know it, then don't bother looking it up. Save yourself the trouble you sweet, summer child.
IMAGE UPDATES TO COME. I'm not really one to take a lot of screenshots or commission boatloads of artwork (lord knows I want to). But things need updating and I've all the free time now.
If only you knew how long it took me to change the info box from Ul'dahn to Limsan...








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