Lsael Elswer

Lsael Elswer (/Leh-Sail Else-wher/)

Lsael Elswer
Lonely Explorer
Gender	Female
Race	Au Ra
Clan	Xaela
Citizenship	Ul'dah
Server	Balmung
Age	26
Nameday	22th Sun of the 3rd Umbral Moon, 1551
Occupation	Pilot, Mechanic, Smuggler, Explorer
Height/Weight	5 Fm 8 Im / 121 Pz
Orientation	Straight/Bisexual?
Home	Limsa Lominsa The Mists - Topmast Apartment (Ward 7, Room 57)

How does one spend their "happy ending?"

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. 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.

Basic Info

- A quick reader, but horrible writer. Most often opting to doodle instead. Her drawing skills however are... questionable.

- 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 allagan 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 (or skimmed through) them all.

- After assisting some adventurers with a Necrologos leve in hopes of attaining the infamous 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.

- 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 slightly 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. 'Being able to fly higher than Garlean airships could shoot straight up' is her secret to success as a pilot (and as a lowkey smuggler). Though it's specifications lead to a very arduous and lengthy repair and maintenance process.

- 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 and is formally a Lominsan citizen.

- Lsael has formally worked as a private security guard, mercenary/sellsword, courtesan, caravan escort guard, smuggler, and for a week or so- a scullery maid. Along with this, she is also an experienced pickpocket, barkeep, cartographer, and treasure/bounty hunter.

- Lsael's soulstones are the following. Listed from currently most used to least: Machinist, Paladin, Warrior, Ninja (preferring more so: Rogue), Monk, Dragoon, and Dark Knight. Lsael is also a blacksmith and armorer specialist.

Appearance & Personality

- Lsael is a young adult Xaela. She is slim, and 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. Occasionally her hair will grow out, but poor maintenance only sees it grow so long, most often covering the left side of her face with her bangs. A habit formed when she was still a training gladiator. Lsael has red and yellow eyes enclosed in black limbal rings. 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.

- When faced with an unyielding aggressor in an argument, throughout the years she has found hyper-aggressiveness to work much more efficiently as a deterrent. 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 similar 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.

- 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 debuffs when caught in them (such as Charms, Confusions, Fears).

■ Alignment - Chaotic Good

Biography

Arrival to Eorzea

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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 were being shipped off to a destination unknown to them. Their overseers supposedly 'bred' them and began training their young minds to slip into Eorzea's city states as sleeper spies or local agens. Making the mistake by labeling them as "special cargo", while the contents remained a -- 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 children inside were quickly torn asunder. The torn bits of metal, fire, and shrapnel shredded the unprotected. Luckily forced against the opposite side of the container, the wall of bodies blocked most of the carnage for Lsael. The young Xaela soon found herself crawling out of the steaming torn holes of the box, gasping for air and choking on the torn remains of the other children. 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 dead 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"

Early Childhood

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Having given his own son such an undesirable and violent upbringing. The captain of pirates and Lsael's rescuer, had decided to adopt the young Xaela as a sort of second chance in life which had originally taken for granted. Leaving the care of his crew to his second-in-command and son, he took his share of the plunder and left to retire. He bought a small cottage by the cliff-side near Red Rooster Stead, the young Xaela following 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 often share his tales of daring-do and myths. Stories he had grown up with as a child. Lominsan pirate admirals of the past, famous rogues and mythical scoundrels. 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 to fight like in the stories. She learned the basics of how to hold a sword, or a dagger in her case. As the old man only had Roegadyn sized weapons with him at the time. The old man more than happily obliged, and despite his age he showed off the skills and combat prowess that he had earned 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, swear as they do, and 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 from a separate 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 and dragged out to the back of the home. The old man's body was recovered at the bottom of the cliffside. Young Elswer however, not even 10 summers old, was nowhere to be found.

Childhood-Teenage Years

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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.

Since Au Ra were a rarity at the time, they quickly put the young girl to work. Her captors own several pleasure barges under the shadows of the lower decks, and put her to work as a premium. Abused, mistreated, raped, and held against her will. The girl tried many a times to fight back, learning that struggling would only end with more beatings and cuts. She did manage to escape from her captors for but a brief while however! But the busy streets of Hawker's Alley was no place for a young girl like her self. Being an 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 a bus boy, who also happened to be 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 local's ears. Rumors of a new girl that worked the pleasure houses, hailing from a race which wasn't very common around Limsa. Throughout the multiple descriptions, there were a few that often stood consistent. The color of the 'scales' and her blindness 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.

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 had exploded into an all out brawl within 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.

Late Teens into Early Adulthood

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If there was something that the father and son shared, it was their charisma. Breaking into the Xaela's mind, brought about through the chains of abuse and mistreatment. Though it took half a year, it was under her stepbrother's guidance along with the welcoming members of his new-found crew which slowly restored the beating heart within the Auri girl.

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. Lsael quickly became a trained rogue and marksman. Hoping that what little assistance she could provide would benefit her newfound home in some way. 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. She lived in bliss once more, wishing her life of high seas 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 their line of work. To earn gold while doing piss all, and still go off raiding the garlean patrols as the pleased? 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, their crew wasn't at all considerate of the rumours. When 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 which sat at the Isles of Umbra, Pharos Sirius.

...To have the Calamity take away so much from her.

When the shards of dalamund descended along with the barrage of terraflares, the insides of the building were practically engulfed in flames, aether, and molten rock. If it wasn't for her along with some members of the crew taking a night-time break by the shoreline, 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 soldiers some fulms back. The agonizing screams of those burning alive echoed from within the burning halls. Her fellow crew mates had to pin the Xaela down to prevent her from running into the inferno. With the heat radiating so intensely, her head still ringing from the blast along with her own burns and bruises. She could only watch, cry and scream. Ignoring the searing pain that embedded itself within her blind eye. For some reason, the close contact near the newly formed corrupted aether restored sight into her right eye, changing the hue of her iris from red to a bright yellow. Lsael lost consciousness not long after that, and awakened to the soft beckon of what seemed to be... a woman in her dreams... 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, the remainder of the crew, had all but abandoned each other to fate, scattering of their own volition, like the ashes that littered the sky that morning after.

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.

Recovering from the Calamity

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One of her latest clients, who happened to pay her for both sword and her body mind you, had a lengthy disagreement with the Xaela. Leaving his service along with her unearned money, this attracted the ire of the monetarists 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.

She didn't think much of her admission at first.

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 at the time the Xaela was still often downhearted, following the whims of the man that instructed her with little to no deep thought. 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 all seemed like the words coming from a cheesy romantic fantasy, 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.

Until now, she had let others decide her worth. 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. 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 finally recognized herself as free to do what she chooses.

7th Astral Era - Five Years Hence / Current

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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 leve after leves. The jobs serving as a source of income and practice for what ever combative art she prided herself at the time. She even found a part time job aiding as a escort-guard for the Scions. It was around this time Lsael had become more attuned to her 'Echo' ability. But seeing as the primal gods had nothing to do with her, and the echo's unwieldy aspect of activating involunatarily, she often found herself a patrolwoman or a door guard at best. Though it paid well, she quit those jobs rather quickly. And despite her constant lust for adventure she still remained very much alone. Spending vast amounts of time out in the world with no companion but the sun and the stars, and the clothes on her back.

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 cylce 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, off 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.

Combat and Ability

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 capable fighter herself, she quickly realized this just wasn't feasible in plate armor engaged in rough uneven terrain. Rather, throughout her work in Ul'dah as well as her experience as a privateer at one point. Lsael sort of develops a 'lazy technique' style of fighting. Figuring this while watching the mages practice a form of "stutter stepping". Lsael's fighting style revolves around "Grazing" her opponent's hits through parrying or avoiding blows at a hair's distance with minimum movement required. Using a constant forward moment to respond to her assailant in kind. Delivering counter-attacks in quick, ruthless, and accurate succession. Her high spatial awareness, combined with short skips and long dashes. This style proved widely successful throughout her days in the gladiator's guild, 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 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.

Abilities 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, atleast until activating involuntarily during times of great stress or when her body fears it is close to death. What her echo allows her to do is 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 could only recount having experienced this phenomenon, probably only on one hand. Upon attaining her DRK soul crystal however, another thing she had noticed is while she could choose to change to any class, changing into a dark knight job will cancel the changes completely. The only upside is that the effects of "Bloodbath" and "Living Dead" seem to be heightened drastically...

Weapons of Choice 14mm Revolver - Courtesy of her volunteer work in the Wolves' Den teaching and guiding curious adventurers around the vicinity. This heavy barrelled, 6 chambered, high caliber revolver remains to be her favorite firearm. Boasting a solid and heavy design. Though hard to raise and aim, the weight eliminates the kickback of her shots, offering virtually no recoil. It's longer shape and reinforced underside allows her to use it to parry and block almost ant kind of melee attack without damaging the barrel. And due to her habits as a previous paladin, close quarters combat is often her favourite approach. Gun or no gun. It also makes for a good swinging club from time to time... Sword and Shield - Though it has sat in the 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 free paladin. When her revolver isn't not up to the task, her sword arm is her guaranteed best bet, and by god she is surprisingly good at it. It also remains that her one of her few pieces of formal wear is also the armor she uses as a paladin. Axe - Gathering dust at the backseat of her ship is her Axe, though not as often lately. It has seen a bit more frequent use since the opening of Ishgard. As the older forelands and islands above the clouds have opened up a variety of larger game and monsters. Daggers - Her misericordes are like a memory from a distant dream. Her initial idea of taking up the rogue's arms was when she aimed to be one of the thievish heroes in which her father's old bedtime stories spoke of. Though probably the second least used approach to a conflict. She remains rather adept with knives, taking them out during more "stealthier" engagements. Lsael also happens to keep them on her persons most often than not mainly due to their ease of concealment. Spear - A capable lancer and trained in basic dragoon arts. Nowadays however, one could often see as her lance being used as a clothes rack while flying. The only real time she would use her dragoon prowess is during extra-vehicular engagements while flying, which is often a rare circumstance to follow 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, this skill mostly during drunken brawls...

Miscellaneous/IC notes

- Lsael's full name a combination of two slurred instances.

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. 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. 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. 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, the words "Elilswerd" soon became "Elswer"

- When her Echo ability is activated, Lsael will often avoid switching to her Dark Knight soul crystal. This is due to the fact that her Darkside form, is actually slightly weaker than how she usually is normally. The only real difference is that her "emotional limit" taken entirely out of the equation, and is merged with her current self. Years of struggle, abuse, and neglect eerily transforms the normally tame Xaela into a silent shade of her formal self.

No words spoken, not a laugh or a whimper. Just a sheer silent bloodlust and wordless rage against any poor soul that happens to come into view. Friend or foe, innocent or not, she will attempt to kill anything and anyone that comes within distance. Lsael would probably mention that she has experienced this feeling only twice in her lifetime since the Calamity. And each time, it frightens her to the core

- Like the previous mention of Lsael's darkside. She also has a few other limitations in regards to her other jobs. Due to the nature of her Dark Knight skills, she is unable to access 'Darkside' unless she is in her echo form. She has difficulty accessing 'Defiance' or 'Deliverance' due to her impulsive tendencies. So depending on her mood, her Warrior stances will often remain static unless placed under a significant amount of stress. She doesn't entirely have the 'Blood of the Dragon' mastered yet, so utilizes her Dragoon skills mostly as utility rather than actual combat. Her impatience has also left her unable to master 'Chakra' So Monk abilities requiring it (Forbidden Chakra/Purification) are out of the question.

- Lsael is almost certain that she's of an othard 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. She also had not known of any other Au Ra such as herself until the recent migrations. So when often asked if she follows tribal traditions, Lsael often states that she finds more things in common to the Lominsan natives than to that of her own race.

OOC / Info / Author's Notes

rough overview of grammatical errors... still 70% done iirc (1.3x)

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 <__<

She grew up to be a rather tame and docile individual given her circumstances...

A lot of her IC fighting style involves grazing and parries... though in reality, every time I see parry on my tank gear, I want to kill myself...

Quick Origins Write-up:

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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.

(Part 2 - Work In Progress* Requires an Alt Character OR Lsael's death to become relevant)

During the game's canon doman rebellion. One of the shinobi village's efforts were to rescue those under garlean captivity. Despite the Garleans knowing of the attempted rescue plan, a handful of warriors managed to break out what prisoners they could find at a terrible cost. With less fighters in the front-line, it severely hampered their ability to fight back, which contributed to their eventual loss of the country. Forced to flee their homeland. Many of these domans were left to wander the world... except for Lsael's mother that is. Having spent so long assuming her lover's death, imagine her surprise to reunite with him, though missing an arm. Very much so alive and well. Such a joyous occasion it was, that much was true. But she could never bring herself to tell him about their daughter. The one she had mistaken for someone else, and whom she tried to dispose of. While the woman swore to hold this secret to her grave, the young couple had decided to start their family once more. Giving birth to yet another child. But not soon after this babe turned young lady had grown, the mother fell ill. A festering sickness she had contracted all those years captive. And so with her dying breath, and requesting her husband be absent from the room. She tells her young daughter about her ordeals, and reveals to her the possibility of an older sister. She asks her daughter to find her missing sibling, and rescue her from the garleans. Riddled with grief and regret while in her deathbed, the mother wished to make whatever amends she could. Assuming that her child may be fighting a war she had been forced to fight from birth; Entrusting the daughter with her ashes and what little proof her their family heritage. She hoped that her daughter's mission would cure her sibling from the garleans grasp and return her home to the family.

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Footnotes

Layout is a slightly modified version taken from Bancroft Gairn

Song Inspirations: Snake Eyes - Feint (ft. CoMa) // NieR: Automata OST Song of the Ancients Atonement // Dissidia Final Fantasy OST - Antipyretic

Voice Inspiration: Marina Inoue

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.

Having trouble approaching her?: While Lsael isn't the type to walk up to random strangers to strike conversation. She will openly respond when treated fairly with respect. If she's in the Quicksands or in a tavern, most likely she's drinking or about to be drunk. Her pet atomos is known to cause trouble when she isn't looking, either gobbling up something that isn't her's or biting the people who spoil it with food.

Current Arc?: After an arduous repair and maintenance cycle (as I've been gone form the game some few months). Her airship is now back up and running! Despite this however business is slow due to the weakening and fall of Baelsar's Wall. With more easy flyable access across the border, it's brought more competition to the smuggling business which was Lsael's main source of income. Expect to see her holed up in a bar or near the airship landings as she awaits her next sortie.

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A little footnote here as to "Lsael" as a character. 

Since I've used this 'character template' in other RP's before, there are 3 MAIN RULES that I tend to follow when RP'ing as Lsael.

1) Lsael would be physically adept, but posses a weak mental fortitude.

2) Her stubborn personality will prevent her from making a lot of "acquaintances" but make her deathly loyal to her closest "friends". This stubbornness also applies into an unbridled tenacity in combat ("hard to kill, even harder to keep dead" type deal)

3) Lsael is not allowed to have a happy ending. Period. Though there is probably one or two ways in which this had been loopholed through at one point, this is often the case. Guaranteed if you manage to get Lsael to fall in love.

Lsael was never designed as a "main character" in mind, but more of an immersive supporting role. When I created this character, it was initially used as an antagonist role. But lately I've found that static webs of relationships and acquaintances would begin to grow stale over long periods of time. So why not CUT one of those web points entirely? How would these relationships change and regrow? Lsael's main use is more akin to that of plot catalyst to help move a story along. Also, if he/she dies I prefer if they stayed dead please and thank you.