Lsael Elswer
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A black-clad woman leans up against the wall, far from the limelight of the crowd and noise of her fellow patrons. A half finished drink in her hand and an unmarked book on the other, she remains quiet and observant. The xaela occasionally peering from the leather-backed tome... only to catch your fleeting glance. Her crimson and yellow gaze locking with yours for but a blink of a moment. And as fleeting as it was, had came and gone. Returning to the book in which she was preoccupied with. Her posture spoke clearly. Even at half a head taller than most women of her race, she doesn't stand out. Her expression had hints of decisiveness, yet generally uninterested by those around her. With so many people coming and going, not a single soul stopped to give her a passing glance. Yet the woman paid it no mind. Rather, she seemed to prefer the situation that way. Despite this you find yourself approaching this odd xaela. You feel an odd, subtle longing, your imagination mayhap playing tricks on you? Each step closer to her vicinity, and you find yourself stealing more glances than you should. The woman is armed, fire arms hoisted on her back and hips. Machinist's gadgets strapped to her belt with several patches of reinforced armor on her coat and her sleek black sollerets. You can understand now mayhap why most of the patrons avoid her. But you yourself can see... She doesn't have a hint of intimidation.
Whilst your curiosity overtakes your thoughts, and your feet straying off your original path. The woman continues to sneak a glance to watch the din of the crowd. Looking out into the bustling establishment without so much a hint of happiness nor contempt for the others enjoying their time. Her head veers at the pink voidsent which hovered nearby, sometimes scowling. Yet while the xaela remains invisible beyond the crowd... your presence has been noted. You feel her sharp gaze turning back to you once more. Heralding your arrival with what appeared to be slight annoyance. She briefly pauses before speaking up. She spoke simply and concise, her tone was subtle and with purpose. With what her lips would not convey, her eyes would carry on, as she meets you with an indifferent yet respectful expression. Like your conversation was a ripple of brine beneath a watery wave of conversations. But this time, your focus seems much clearer. As if the inaudible ringing in your head had just ceased to deafen you, your perception reinvigorated as the sounds of the crowd begin to muffle out from your view. With the xaela's overarching attention has now focused sharply onto yourself, you stand at a slight loss for words before introducing yourself. Not realizing the woman had already spoken up first, now somewhat irritated as she repeats herself to you 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, while trudging through some of the darkest days in her past, A lonesome Lsael often looked enviously up at the sky. Watching the birds flock overhead, the occasional airship flying past and the stars that shimmered from above and beyond. That sense of freedom in its purest form. At the time, it felt like nothing more than a distant dream. So when this wanderlust sell-sword found herself with a substantial amount of gil. After years of scraping to get by and simply reading about her would-be fantasies. It came as no surprise how, instead of a sword, she armed herself with wings. Taking the opportunity to a buy herself new manacutter. A manacutter which she would eventually modify throughout her days, growing into her very own airship. And so, like the past she left behind and with the same stubborn determination. The au ra didn't once look back on her choice.
As self-taught tinkerer and repurposer of war machina. A lone wanderer traverses the world by airship. Working as a skilled pilot, mechanic, and even smuggler with the right amount of gil. Lsael put aside her sword, her shield, and other pointy-ended business tools to seek a life flying wherever she pleases. Leaving the burdens of her past as she took to the skies.
If you were asked to spend the rest of your life flying high above the clouds with nobody by your side. Would you agree? Would you accept it?
For someone like Lsael, who'd choosen to do so. Do you think she regrets it?
Lsael is a young adult Xaela appearing around her mid to late twenties. Standing slightly taller than most women of her race, Lsael last checked herself at just above 5 fulms 7 ilms, which is noticeably taller than the average female Au Ra. She sports a lithe, well balanced, athletic figure having ran around in plate mail for most of her younger days. Her natural fair-skin is accented by dark purplish scales. Lsael's scales bearing no special traits in comparison to those of her other kin.
Lsael has short black hair with faint red highlights, often preferring to keep it to a minimal length. Occasionally her hair will grow out, but poor maintenance only sees it grow so long. At most often covering only the left side of her face with stray bangs. A habit formed when she was still a sell-sword gladiator, as glamour maintenance wasn't an important requirement under reinforced plate helmets. Once in a blue moon however, she may grow it out long enough to warrant a pony tail. In which any stray comment or compliment would promptly force the xaela's hand to shorten it once more.
Lsael also has heterochromatic eyes. Her left eye is what she describes as her natural crimson red. And her right eye, more recently changed, is a bright crystal yellow. Both are enclosed enclosed within black limbal rings which are a natural trait.
She has few but notable scars on her body. A large, deep scar on her lower-right side of her waist, curving downwards through her thigh. A near-fatal wound practically carved into her leg. Another is a piercing-like scar on her upper right-shoulder visible from the front and back. Skewered by a spearman having ambushed her from her days as a sellsword. A light, healing scar still remains on her mid-waist. From the looks of it, an old but serious burning having been inflicted on her when she was young. It's almost completely healed, and the mark that remains is nearing the same colour tone as her skin. Several other smaller cuts and scratches litter her right arm, albiet nothing serious. With most of the smaller cuts having faded away from years of healing, only the large marks remain visible.
Growing up, most of her life was spent with long periods devoid of any meaningful social connections. Her refusal to admit to her own shyness, self-consciousness, combined with a surprisingly docile persona has made Lsael a very silent and reticent character. She's the type that could go for months on end without any sort of conversation, and be perfectly contempt with such a fate. Despite this, those who manage to catch her 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 a seemingly apathetic, and rather curious individual. She may often come across as rude at the odd occasion. Insensitive, blunt, or politically incorrect. Lsael seems to have little care about the worldly ideals and politics unless such topics directly concerns herself. Her far and few acquaintances will note that xaela also remains oddly well mannered despite no formal sort of education or upbringing. Though stubborn in her ideals, as long as the addressor initiates a conversation with a degree of respect. That sense of respect and trust is easily reciprocated in turn.
On the topic of respect, she absolutely despises those who think they are above others. Blind racists, 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 strong-willed, almost blindly tenacious sensibility which she helped her claw her way out of her old life. And so Lsael will often seek the same out of others. If introduced to a person who has given up with the struggles of life, expecting pity or empathy of their plight instead of confronting thier problems. Lsael won't find much value in their life whatsoever, and will not hesitate to leave them to their fate.
But when faced with an unyielding aggressor in an argument. Lsael has learned throughout the years that preemptive aggressiveness works as a proper deterrent. If faced with continuous harassment after being promptly asked to leave her be, for example. Lsael will not hesitate to swing the hilt of her blade or put a bullet in their thigh with no given warning. Whatever action it would take to desist the individual and make a point loud and clear. (While on this note, she's on a low alert criminal list in Gridania for this very reason. Which is why she never frequents the city proper)
Trust, after all, is earned to some degree. Her pragmatism and social tendencies often leaves the xaela untrusting 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. After the deed, most partners often describe her as reserved or easily irritated, especially if she was approached for only sex in mind. This is also partially the reason why the au ra would only give up only her last name on a first impression. As Lsael prefers to keep her distance from strangers before she's gotten a hold of their true intentions. Should the xaela casually hold another conversation with someone again at a later date, it would be seen as a small form of trust. For her, to even disclose any personal details would probably mean that she actually likes the person.
What little friends Lsael HAS come to trust however, would describe her at a radically different "tier" than her usual persona among strangers. Lsael is much as more talkative, akin to that of an older sibling often explaining the circumstances. Her tone changes slightly from a formal sense to rather casual dialogue, letting her limsan accent shine through all the talking. They are treated to a rather a blunt and straight-forward way of thinking from Lsael. Her hidden sassy and underlying cynicisms is often divisive, showcasing her penchant for dark humour. Humour that others who don't know her as well, would find insulting at best. Lsael doesn't shy from the truth of the conversation between friends. Often stating her opinion on the matter regardless of other's reaction or consequence. Whether this is charming or rude to her friends is dependent on the thickness of their skins.
Outside of other's influences however, Lsael is still pretty much a lonesome individual. Years of strife and lonesome hard work has tempered her will. Something which is readily apparent when the xaela is about to fight. She becomes eerily silent, often expressed with a motionless calm and neutral sort of focus 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. Lsael's only confidence in a fight lies on sheer force of will. Her tenacity in a fight going sour is unbridled and defiant, and the lessons she had been taught over the years drilled into her instinct. She is very much an amazing close-quarters fighter, her martial prowess the sum of her hard-work and blind resolution to better herself. 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.
Her pet atomos is known to cause trouble when she isn't looking as well. Either gobbling up something that isn't her's or biting the people who spoil it with food.
Biography
OOC Note: *Still subject to revision for timeline matching/accuracy etc. Is meant to give an insight to Lsael's life compared to the events of the game. Sorry for any oddities in the following ;-;*
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Jobs Her main jobs, in order from most to least used are. Machinist -> Paladin -> Rogue -> Monk -> Samurai -> Warrior -> Dark Knight -> Dragoon -> Red Mage. Blades And Such Lsael has found herself much more "in tune" with slashing techniques than most. With the exception of her machinist of course. Jobs such as Paladin, Samurai, and Dark Knight. Their uses in regards to aether and proper form aside, comes much more naturally to her. But What About Magic? This xaela was never very fond of spells, given the amount of time needed to utilize them and the readily accessible options many of the 'Disciple of War' jobs 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. |
"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 her problems. Faced off against her darkside, rather than accepting her innermost wishes, she attempted to kill it off. Resulting in a form of "blockage" within herself, leaving Lsael with very limited access in terms of manipulating aether. Personal or otherwise borrowed. Not to say she can't cast any kind of magic anymore, just not as efficiently as she able to in the past. "Echo" Seeing into the past aside, this power of Lsael's remains dormant in the most part. With the xaela only getting hints at whether or not she even possesses it, frankly Lsael pays it little to no mind. Her ability is noticeably active once the limbal rings in her eyes turn from black to white. Activating only when her body feels it is in grave danger, or under enormous stress. It allows Lsael to change the focus of her job crystals mid-combat, giving her the instinctual flexibility in a fight. While only activating thrice or so since the Calamity, one thing the xaela had noted is that swapping to her dark knight crystal seems to lock her from changing yet again. Until whatever fight she's in ceases at least. |
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. Obtain soon after the liberation of Ala Mhigo, while Lsael worked in the area helping repurpose the leftover garlean equipment. 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 heavy bottom side of it's reinforced barrel is full of chips and scrapes. A testament to it's reliability in parrying close-quarter attacks. It still serves as a good club or so in some 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. |
OOC/Author's Notes
OOC/Author's Notes
- ***** NOW FOURTH OFFICIAL PASS. REARRANGEMENTS/EDITS/ADDITIONS INCOMING. Recently had a chance to sit down and look at some stormblood lore, so i'm kicking out some kinks wherever it applies. I'm now fairly certain she was being shipped off to Ala Mhigo though I still haven't come up with her life/origins between ages 1-7ish. *****
- Name origin -seems- fine, but I feel like it still needs some a looking over. Currently too lazy to look at Sea Wolf naming conventions again.
- This profile could easily be modified to fit the "Warrior of Light" head cannon in the game. As her hearing Hydaelin's voice was implied as early as the Calamity, during the fall of Pharos Sirius. When the eye sight on her right eye was restored. Though I doubt she'd be old enough to be running the 1.x story at the time...
- While in-game heights make it hard to distinguish her implied character height. But i'm not so deperate to change to male models just to try and prove it. (I always found that a bit odd when people do that...) To put it into perspective, she's about as tall as an average male miqo'te, Yet no taller than the highest average midlander. Why are au ra so damn short. I know it's cute and all, but still...
- Tenacity and skill speed... Oddly enough the two stats which best describes Lsael aren't exactly the best. They're still rather fun to meld though lol.
- I'm fairly fond of that PotD title, "Lonely Explorer". It matches her lifestyle in-character, my actual playing style in-game, and also her initials "L.E.". I don't think I'll ever wear another title at this point...
- People keep asking me if the last name is a reference to Elder Scrolls. To be fair, I didn't know Elsweyr was an actual province until, like a year into playing Skyrim. Originally, the OC 'Lsael' was meant to be an "illiterate orphan" type character. The last name is just the incorrect of spelling of "Else where" as I often played 'Lsael' as the wandering/nomadic archetype
- I (STILL) NEED TO UPDATE THESE SCREENSHOTS
- Quick Origins Write-up: (note this is a mock-up origin, so things like dates and other specifics are left open ended for a reason. this is mostly for my sake, and actually doesn't reflect her IC-wise.)
Gallery & Footnotes
Gallery and Footnotes
- Theme Song(s) & Inspirations: Sable // Blood Rage
- Accent/Dialect: Semi-Casual and occasionally Formal. A mix of Ul'dahn and Ishgardian when approached? Most of her tone and tendencies is taken from her books and little interactions with others. When present among other Lominsan natives however, she will revert her 'normal accent' 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 as well. Either gobbling up something that isn't her's or biting the people who spoil it with food.
- Current Long Story Arc?: After a week-long, and mostly lackluster trip across the seas. The Far East held no promise of treasures for the pilot. With many of her would be salvage found sunken at the bottom of Doma Castle's drowned ruins, and losing her travelling companion somewhere in Kugane. The lone auri pilot bit the bullet and simply returned with what little plunder she could find and sell. Resigning herself to re-purposing work back in Ala Mhigo, A chance meeting suddenly finds her under the employ for a group of weapon smugglers. In which Lsael first advises... and decides to take up.
- /c/