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| <div style="font-size:12px; font-family:Georgia">'''Mother:''' Flarah was dedicated to Lyriah growing into a woman who was capable of anything she wanted to be. Lyriah found her mother's teaching to be tedious but managed to learn many important skills from her, including reading, writing, basic arythmatic and sewing. Unfortunatly with the influx of refugee's from Ala Mihgo, sickness spread amongst the lower classes and Flarah soon fell ill. Weston frantically went to any healer that could help her but without the gil to purchase her medicine, she passed away from fever.</div> | | <div style="font-size:12px; font-family:Georgia">'''Mother:''' Flarah was dedicated to Lyriah growing into a woman who was capable of anything she wanted to be. Lyriah found her mother's teaching to be tedious but managed to learn many important skills from her, including reading, writing, basic arythmatic and sewing. Unfortunatly with the influx of refugee's from Ala Mihgo, sickness spread amongst the lower classes and Flarah soon fell ill. Weston frantically went to any healer that could help her but without the gil to purchase her medicine, she passed away from fever.</div> | ||
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+ | ! <div align="left" style="font-family:Georgia;"><font style="color:#000000;" size="2">'''Eranore Rivers'''</font> '''('''<font style="color:#8f827a;" size="2">♥</font> <font style="color:#000000;" size="2">✖</font> <font style="color:#4e9362;" size="2">●</font> ''')''' - ''''''</div> | ||
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+ | | <div style="font-size:12px; font-family:Georgia">'''Half-Brother:''' Eranore was unknown to Lyriah for twenty years of her life. It wasn't until he had found out about her did the two finally have a chance to meet. The reunion wasn't sweet, however, Eranore carried resentment towards Lyriah for a good time which ushered him to lash out at her and her attempts to know him better. Their relationship wouldn't improve until after Lyriah found Eranore on the brink of death in the middle of an Ul'dahn street. Knowing his occupation, she quickly took him home and cared for him, once better he began to visit her more regularly and eventually care for her as his sister.</div> | ||
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"It was from my Father's stories that I grew to love the potential that the world had, and it's through my father's stories that I carry and unending hunger for knowledge and the perseverance to find my place in this world. I am a woman who refuses to fall under society's expectations; driven to present myself as someone who can be relied upon to defend Eorzea against all who threaten to tear our freedoms from our grasps." -An Excerpt from Lyriah's Journal
General Information
- Full name: Lyriah Ambrosea Karnelle
- Pronunciation: L-EAR-E-AH CAR-NEL
- Age: 29
- Namesday: 29th Sun of the 1st Astral Moon 1550
- Height: 5,6"
Employment
- Sanctus Refero: Head of Security. ( Pre-Calamity)
- Nebulous: Chief of Arms, Recruitment, Diplomatic relations ( Pre-Calamity)
- MiqoTEK: Assistant.
- Nebulous Manufacturing: Caravan Defense, Exploration surveyor.
- Oschons Respite: Owner ( Then sold the property to pursue new horizons.)
- Sasagan's Scimitars: Private First Class (And new hire.)
Nature: Lyriah can come off as cold or hesitant when it comes to talking to new people, events in her past taught her to be reserved around new faces. However once Lyriah gets to know someone, as time passes she tends to gradually warm up to them. That being said, She has always been loyal to her friends and would lay down her life to ensure that her friends could continue living on.
Trope: When it comes to matters of the twelve, Lyriah's patron deity is Halone the Fury. However, Lyriah believes that the whole of the twelve should be honored and not just one divine.
Habits: Lyriah has an assortment of interesting habits and quirks, both bad and good. Some of these include:
- Biting her lip: Lyriah does this most when she's anxious or thinking heavily on something.
- Spacing out: It would be an understatement to say that Lyriah thinks often of her past. Many times, especially when left to her own devices, she will waste bells just thinking about old comrades and times before the calamity.
- Writing: Lyriah will often write in her journal, especially when a notable occurrence has developed. No one has seen the contents of this journal. (Unless they stole it when she wasn't looking)
- Seeking Solitude: While not exactly what may be called a habit, Lyriah has been known to rush off into the wilds without saying anything. The solitude allows her to collect herself and regain control of any emotions that threaten to come out.
Common Appearance: Physically she is well built for the life of a lancer, lean muscle and a thin frame for the benefit of speed and endurance while being only an average height. She has auburn hair that, in the past, was tightly bound into a ponytail to keep it out of the way. Lately, however, she has worn it loose around her shoulders as a more preferred style. Her eyes are a shade of aqua blue and despite being from the desert Lyriah's complexion is very light, likely due to being mostly restrained inside as a child.
Scars & Markings: One of Lyriah's more notable markings is a beauty mark resting just under her left eye. Other scars are usually well hidden by her clothes, a diamond-shaped scar on her sternum, a larger scar on her left side just under the rib cage and various other battle scars she's achieved over the years.
Voice: Lyriah is usually well spoken, confident, and only holding onto the slightest hint of an Ul'dahn accent.
Clothing: Lyriah dressed as most adventurers did, wearing clothing that would allow ease of movement and was appropriate for the climate. Usually, her attire consisted of jackboots, linen shirts, and buffalo leather pants which in most cases would be considered incredibly tom-boyish. She rarely dressed to impress unless her job required it of her believing that the waste of gil was not worth the benefits of such, the only exception being an amethyst necklace her mother gave to her before she passed away.
- Trying new foods
- Exploring
- History
- Music
- Solitude
- Sparring with comrades
- Swimming
- Unneeded Drama
- Betrayal
- Unreliable people
- Freezing Cold Temperatures
- Being Underestimated
- Rolanberry Lassi
- Alastair ( Her chocobo)
- Reading her favorite books
- Spending time with her friends
Strong points
- Too distrusting
- Unable to swim well
- Takes her duty too seriously
- Polearms: Lyriah has been trained since a very young age on the use of a Lance and once she traveled to Gridania, she studied under the guild until her training took her to Coerthas. She consistently carries a Lance with her, and if on the rare occasion that she does not she has a dagger tucked into her belt in case she was to find herself in a situation to defend herself.
- Swords: The relationships that Lyriah had experienced also benefitted her in the way of swordsmanship since they insisted she learned. Though she doesn't utilize her skills in battle, she does keep her blade always at the ready.
'Weston Karnelle (♥ ✖ ● ) - '
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Father: Lyriah's father and possibly the largest influence on her yet. Weston travelled the known continent using his love for music to pay his way through. After settling down with Lyriah's Mother, he entertained his young daughter with stories of heroism and fabled beasts. Once Flarah died from disease, he was never the same man again and died a broken man.
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