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[[Damiana Calidon]]-<br>
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Revision as of 19:28, 29 April 2019


Pamina Calidon
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Player: Analeil
Full Name: Pamina Alyrith (née Calidon) Farrar
Titles held: The Widowmaker, The Weapon, the Desert Rose
Age: 19
Race: Hyur Midlander
Eye Colour: Ice blue
Hair: Deep black, sometimes accented with unnatural colors.
Skin Tone: Tan.
Height: 5'3"
Weight: 147lbs
Scars, tattoos, etc Multiple piercings in her ears, one in her tongue, one in her navel, and two she doesn't talk about. Several long, fading scars across her back.
Occupation: Courtesan. Assassin.
Marital Status: Single.
Alignment: Lawful Evil.
Face Claim: Eiza Gonzalez.
Theme: Pamina's Theme

The shrieking and the slamming around ceased entirely just before he managed to finally break the door open. He expected the worst, but what he found was her perched on the edge of one of the chairs, her guards slain around her. He would never forget the way she smiled at him, how it wasn't joyous, but a cruel upturn of her lips, nearly a snarl. He would never forget the glint in those icy eyes. He would never forget the way she licked the blood off of clawed fingers as she spoke.

"How terribly fortunate I am that you were here to rescue me."

History


Early Life


“Come now, Pamina! Just what am I supposed to do with all of this? Your hair is a mess, and dirt! Dirt on your face! Come now. Chin up! Shoulders back! You’ll make nothing of us if you keep slouching like that!” -- Damiana Calidon


From an extremely early age, it was very apparent that Pamina had an innate affinity for all things magic. It thrilled her mother, who spent most of her time doting upon her daughter and honing her craft. She made Pamina swear to keep her skills a secret, warning her that if ever she was discovered, someone might try to take her away from her family. The young Thavnairian believed her mother, and so she kept quiet.

On the streets of Ul’dah, Pamina met a little boy of no more than five or six with tanned skin, messy brown hair, unkempt clothes, and dark eyes. The two became fast friends, racing and playing through the streets and giggling their cares away. One day, Pamina showed him her gift. It was nothing spectacular, no more than a makeshift, flaming butterfly floating high into the night sky before disappearing into smoke. He was impressed, thrilled.

The little boy turned up in the sewers not a day later, cold, pale, and dead. Pamina never shared her gift again.

Born to Tsauro and Damiana Calidon, Pamina was not Tsauro’s first-born, but was Damiana’s. From a previous marriage, she had two elder sisters, Jessamine and Iriseli, and a younger sister a couple short years later, Aurora. Both older girls bore some resemblance to their younger sibling, but the fact that Pamina was well and truly Damiana’s daughter was all too apparent. From her sun-kissed skin, to her raven hair, to her striking, pale blue eyes, Pamina could have been Damiana in her younger years several times over, and that was precisely what Damiana wanted. Like her sisters before her, Damiana taught Pamina their ways of life in Ul’dah at a very young age. She taught her how to weave her own clothes, to steal from certain merchants when they weren’t looking, to cry and lie on the streets until some unaware, concerned passerby came close enough for her to steal his riches and run off. She was everything Damiana wanted and more, but still, not quite enough.

As Pamina grew, so did her beauty, affinity for magic, and her skills for subterfuge. Damiana saw naught more than gil when she looked at her daughter, and so her intentions for the girl changed. On top of her tutoring in magic, she began to groom her. She taughther how to play at nobility, to sew finer clothes, to earn the attention of more than the common street rat. Pamina followed her mother’s instruction to a T, raking in gil for her family and turning their tiny hovel into a peculiarly lavish home.

On the eve of her sixteenth birthday, Pamina and her mother were invited to masquerade ball hosted by the Farrar family. She was introduced to all of them and left with the eldest son, Selwyn, while Damiana and his mother ventured off to talk. The two spent the evening talking and dancing. By the time the night was over, Pamina was absolutely smitten.

A good thing, that. She awoke the next morning to her finest clothes laid out at the foot of her bed and all of her belongings packed into bags on the floor. She was leaving, her mother told her. She was to be married.

She was to be Selwyn Farrar’s bride.

Relationships

WIP

Damiana Calidon-
Tsauro Calidon-
Jessamine Calidon-
Iriseli Calidon-
Aurora Calidon-
Selwynn Farrar-
Ceithil Sathiern-

Possessions

WIP