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[edit] General Appearance Behavior Abilities/Skills Background Rumors Relationships Roka's Journal RP Hooks OOC Gallery  Roka Sakurae When you are joyful, when you say yes to life and have fun and project positivity all around you, you become a sun in the center of every constellation, and people want to be near you. Gender Female Race Au'Ra Clan Raen Citizenship Born in Othard, lives in Ul'Dah Age 26 Deity Menphina Orientation Heterosexual Marital Status Single Occupation Cook Nameday 13th Sun of the 1st Umbral Moon Roka Sakurae, better known as Little Cook or Clumsy Cook to some, was born on the 13th Sun of the 1st Umbral Moon. Born in Othard under Garlean rule she lived a quiet life as the youngest of five. She does not often speak of her time in Othard, and when she does it tends to be memories which put a frown on her normally cheerful face. Ul'Dah in general, and the Quick Sand, are her favoured places. She wanders around a bit though and can be found having a drink at Buscarron's or gathering ingredients for a meal in Thanaland or the Shroud. Roka is not particularly keen on politics. She feels out of place when it comes to Eorzea and the laws, and would rather not open her mouth about such an unknown subject. Roka recently accepted a job as a full time cook for E.R.A. and has chosen to call their company home. The small Raen can often be found idling around the house while she cooks or reads, or tucked away in her own quarters with the door open. Your Character's Inventory Last updated: June 16th, 2016 - A small tin of cookies or sweets - A map of the Black Shroud - Compass - A small, leatherbound journal - A stick of charcoal - Small pouch of gil Height: 4fulms 5 ilms Weight: 59 ponz Complexion: Fair skinned. Hair: Bone white. Eyes: Green Pink Roka has a soft face, with a slightly pointed chin and small nose. Her eyes are often wide with interest or wonder, and the color mismatched. Her left eye is a sea green and the right a pale pink. Her eyes are rimmed with dark lashes and full lips are often stretched in a happy smile. Roka is dainty even by Au'ra standards, standing shorter than most and being just a wisp of a woman at under 60 ponz. She small of stature, delicately boned and whatever muscle she may have is lean and would only be found if you physically sought it out. She is softly shaped, a creature not meant for a harsh life. Her hands have small scars from kitchen incidents, oil splatters or a slipped knife leaving a lasting mark on her pale skin. She carries larger scars, though kept well hidden by her clothing choices. A long scar twists across her left leg, wrapping from the outside of her thigh just below the hip to midway down her inner calf. Along the lower part of her should blades is a thin scar that stretches from the right, nearly far enough to curve around her side, to roughly halfway across her left shoulder Roka is soft of tone and word. Her laugh is melodic, and her voice filled with joy. Her words are often jest and teasing, and when alone she is often humming or singing to herself. She does not yell or shout, and her voice is easily drowned in a crowded room. On the nearly unheard of occasion where anger has settled in her emotions her words are sparse and her voice quieter still, barely above a whisper. Roka's natural scent is soft and warm, calling to mind a summer day with a gentle breeze. More often than not this if hidden beneath the litany of smells of whatever she's been cooking that day. Most of the time it's sweets and pastries, as they are her personal favorite. If one could capture sunshine and roll it into a small, horned package, that would be Roka at glance. The small Au'ra loves to bring smiles to those around her. To describe the first impression of her in a single word would be 'affable'. She takes great interest in people, seeking conversation and gently poking at their lives to get to know them. Roka bears a smile for all and sees no ill-will in others until often too late. She is often laughing in some form, smiling, and if need be making a fool of herself to keep those around her happy. Roka is plagued with a deep kindness, the sort who will give you the shirt off her back or her last bowl of stew. She does not hesitate to question if a beggar asks for coin, she'll happily offer whatever she has on hand as well as a snack often times. She is blind to the potential of being taken advantage of and were it to happen, she would likely forgive the soul in an instant and offer them help all the same. There is more to her than mere smiles and joy. When she finds herself alone she eases the games and smiles in favor of quiet contemplation. It can be exhausting to smile so brightly for the world, and she relished those moments of respite in solitude or with the few people she finds herself comfortable enough with to show that side. She still suffers guilt and sorrow from her past, but she stubbornly refused to show those things to the outside world. As of late, Roka has slowly shown more interest in being able to defend herself, going so far as to participate in sparring events. She has become somewhat comfortable with them, though she still has to make an effort not to panic at times, and she still worries herself near sick when someone gets genuinely hurt. She will not participate if there is not a healer on hand, her want to be sure no one will be hurt for long is too strong to go against. This has not, however, stopped the small Raen from challenging opponents who could, and have, knocked her flat. Most tend to take it easy on the little cook, sensing if not outright knowing how inexperienced she is. It is something that, while appreciated, makes her feel weak. She -wants- to be able to defend herself, and she can't do that if no one is willing to make her work for it. The sole time she fought an opponent who ended up not going easy in a sparring match, she won at the cost of a broken nose and slight concussion. When asked if it was worth it by a friend, she nodded and replied, "Yes, he was a very strong fighter and I still managed to walk away. I don't mind the pain, if it means that I am on the path to not being a burden to those I care about." Flaws ■ Roka is against violence, and refuses to wield weapon if she can avoid it. ■ She is naive and blind to the bad people in the world. An easy mark for anyone looking to take advantage. ■ Selfless, she doesn't think of her own needs and has put herself in sticky situations trying to aide others ■ Roka suffers from night terrors when she sleeps alone. She tries to avoid sleeping as much as possible. Part of her addiction to sweets is the energy from the sugars, and when she goes to bed most nights she stays up reading for as long as possible to further her avoidance of sleep. Fears ■ Roka fears getting close to people. As much as she craves the comfort of being close to another person she is terrified of the prospect and often flees. ■ Roka is terrified of actually fighting. She may observe others, but if she were forced into combat she would be paralyzed by fear. She has taken to trying to overcome this by sparring in safe settings with varied results. She seems more comfortable unarmed or with a cooking utensil than an actual weapon. ■ Roka is irrationally afraid of the dark. Talents ■ Roka is a skilled cook, and loves the craft dearly. There are few things she enjoys more than making a new dish for someone to try or earning praise when she feeds someone. ■ Roka has a knack for making people smile. It's contagious. ■ She's an excellent swimmer, nearly as comfortable in the water as on land. Quirks ■ When Roka has had too much to drink, she tends to get a little physically clingy, and needs to be touching someone. If she keeps drinking past that point for long she gets very grumpy and defensive, preferring to be left alone to her own devices. ■ She is terribly ticklish, and will squeal and giggle at even the slightest poking. ■ Roka has no idea how to handle a compliment of flirtation. Generally, she blushes, squeaks, and tries to dismiss any such things. Preferences Hobbies ■ Singing; Though she does not sing for people, her soft voice is naturally well lent to music ■ Healing Herbs; While she is no medic and casts no spells, Roka does have some herbal knowledge. Things learned from her mother, as well as things she has discovered through culinary practice and playing with different herbs. She can't do much if you have a deep wound, but if your head hurts or belly aches she can likely give you some relief. ■ Botany; Roka has a knack for finding edible plants almost anywhere she goes, a helpful thing for travel as she can keep bellies filled with more than just whatever meat is caught by those who can hunt. Likes ■ Sweets; Roka loves her sugary treats and never makes a meal without including a desert. ■ Culture; Books, songs, art, dance, all of it. Roka loves to soak up anything and everything she can about a place, even so far as studying the different fighting styles though she will not participate. ■ Kindness; One way to earn Roka's most profound respect is through genuine kindness to others. ■ Exploring; Though prone to getting lost and not really able to defend herself, Roka loves to explore. She'd give anything to be able to travel and wander around safely, and if given an opportunity to do so she will take it in an instant. Dislikes ■ Cruelty; Punishment and consequences are tolerable, but outright cruelty breaks Roka's heart. ■ Violence; Though she enjoys studying the different types of fighting styles, she would prefer to see them displayed on a dummy than a living thing. Even a safe sparring match leaves the little Raen a little uneasy and anxious. ■ Dishonesty; Roka is an open book and the few lies she does tell are painfully obvious. She would rather everyone be honest, and there be no reason to lie at all. ■ Getting Lost; Roka is terrible at finding her way anywhere, and is almost always lost to some She typically makes only the loosest of plans for any given day because if she has to goo anywhere she assumes it's going to take double the time. Favorites ■ Favorite Color: Purple. ■ Favorite Food: Snurbleberry tarts, made her way ■ Favorite Drink: Mulled tea ■ Favorite Scent: Sweat -don't judge okay ■ Favorite Place: There are many places Roka loves, but her favorite would be anywhere that feels like home. Through sparring and training session, Roka is growing more comfortable with her own body. To combat her small size and lack of strength, she will use any part of her body she can and rely on being quick on her feet as opposed to brute force. Weapons The closest thing to a weapon Roka carries is a paring knife and on rare occasion a small utility knife for gathering herbs Magic N/A Crafting Roka is an excellent cook and takes great pride in her craft. She has dabbled in some other fields, and can gather many of the igredients she needs to cook with. Birth and childhood (0-10) Roka's childhood was innocent enough. She was the youngest of five, three elder brothers and a sister, and was a bit of an oddball in the family. Eternally getting lost she became something of a project for the whole village. At age seven she was asked to fetch some vegetables from the garden in their yard by her mother. When it took her more than a half hour to return, her family went looking. The tiny child was unaccounted for several hours, until she turned up in the next village, and was brought back by a kindly baker there. That was the last time little Roka was let out of anyone's sight voluntarily, though she managed all the same to wander off even with the most diligent of attention. Oddly she never seemed to come to any harm from her wanderings, but the worry was a strain on her family and village. Aside from her proclivity for getting lost, Roka had great dreams of cooking even as a small child, her family often found themselves shaking their heads and sending her along to do whatever task was asked of her in hopes she'd grow out of the phase and settle on reasonable goals. From the moment she was capable of grasping a spoon in her hands, she was underfoot in the kitchen. This was not, sadly, limited to her own home. Visiting friends? The small child found her way to her favorite room and made a mess attempting to cook. Mother turned her back for a moment while they were in town? Roka bolted off and found the nearest stove to make herself at home. The family tried to temper this obsession by allowing her to genuinely help when meals were cooked, and while it helped it did not stop her in the least. Instead, when the little Raen barged in on someone's kitchen she would try to tell them what they were doing wrong, because they didn't cook something exactly like her family did. At their wits end and realizing that Roka was not going to outgrow this, they arranged for her to start helping at the culinarian's guild a few towns away in exchange for lessons. Teen Years Roka spent her early teens with most of her time in the culinary guild. She had proved to be exceptionally talented and devoured any knowledge and lesson she was offered. She quickly became a favorite of many of the more seasoned cooks and her free time was spent either in their company or making regular trips home to maintain a close bond with her family. Much of her village shied away from keeping the odd girl close to their hearts, it was not well accepted for anyone to wander from the village in earnest or to mingle with the outside world. Her family, never once shunned her for it. They accepted their youngest member for who she was, and on her visits home they enjoyed the new recipes she brought, or shared stories on both ends of what had transpired in her absence. This was Roka's life until her fifteenth cycle, when on a trip home she received news which broke her heart and shattered the strong family. Her brothers had left to fight against Garlean rule. Roka did not return to the guild after that. She remained with her parents and sister, waiting for the news they all knew would come. Three weeks might not seem like much time, but when you are fearing the worst and hear nothing at all it is an eternity. The news came by a sorrowful courier, who simply handed a letter to Roka's father and left without a word. They knew what it said before it was opened but hope that it was something else -anything else- kept them from opening it. The letter sat on the table for two more days until Roka's sister tore it open after dinner. Her keening wail of loss alerted the houses in all directions, and Roka snatched the parchment from her to begin reading it out aloud. Dear Mister Sakurae, We regret to inform you of the losses of Daichi Sakurae, Eito Sakurae, and Sachihiro Sakurae on the battlefield. They were last seen on the front-lines in a raid against a Garlean encampment. The bodies of Daichi Sakurae and Sachihiro Sakurae have been recovered and will be delivered to the family for proper funerals. We are still searching f-for... Roka was unable to continue reading, the sobs of her family and the words on the paper too much for her. She Slipped the letter into her pocket silently and over the next week very little was seen or heard from the youngest Sakurae. Her sister, Misaki, had withdrawn and seemed to have been shattered by the loss of her brothers, Her parents in a similar state. Roka changed as well, but in a different manner. She went from a sweet child who was overflowing with smiles and laughter to a quiet girl who's gaze was unsettling at best. She approached her parents one morning calmly, and told them she was leaving. At first, the family assumed she wanted to return to cooking, and they hesitantly agreed on the condition she make regular visits back. Roka explained her intent more clearly. She was going to go follow her brothers and bring honor to their memories. At first there was refusal to permit it, when it was clear that alone would not be enough they took to keeping their youngest locked in the house. After an escape through the chimney in the kitchen, her parents did what any -sane- guardian would do. They locked their daughter in the basement where there was no window, vent, or chimney to squeeze out of. She found a way, talking to Misaki through the door for weeks she finally convinced her sister to open the door. Roka was gone in the blink of the eye, and this time no one managed to catch her before she found her way to a small rebel force. She was laughed at, initially. What could such a tiny child do to help them? She was told to go home, told to give up, told a number of discouraging things. Every morning though she was standing among the soldiers, ready to train. They couldn't get rid of her, and they gave up, shoving a weapon into her hands. The sword was as big as she was, but she did her best. She was not skillful, she was not precise, and she was a loose cannon. It took her a year of training before they would let her set foot in battle, and even then it was expected that another letter would be sent to the Sakurae family. She proved to be reckless, wild, and thirsty for Garlean blood, but she came back to camp at the end of battle with no mortal wound, though a long gash on her leg would be a life-long reminder of that first fight. Respect was granted to the tiny Auri, and she was partnered with an axe wielder in future fights. There was not much teamwork for her in battle, but outside of it in the calm of camp and down time she and her partner grew close, spending every waking minute together. Two more years of battle, her partner had become her lover and they were engaged with hopes to wed when the fighting was over. She was a different person by then, battle-weary and aware no amount of Garlean blood would bring back her lost family. The last battle she took part in was a disaster. They were ambushed and outnumbered by much stronger forces. In truth, there was nothing any of them could have done but flee. They fought though, even as Roka plead for retreat. Her partner refused, and he rushed in expecting her to be at his side. The whole squad did. She had never balked. She was always the first one charge forward. Little Roka and her sword were nowhere to be found though. She turned and ran to safety, watching the fight through tear-streaked eyes as the people who had become like family to her met their ends. She returned home, hoping to find some sort of comfort, to be met with rejection. Her parents declared they had only one daughter, Misaki, an no other children living. Roka left once more, travelling far from her Othard home in search of anything to bring her solace. Adulthood Roka does not speak much of this time frame, and it will be disclosed IC for flavour and to keep some mystery alive. Please feel free to add your own rumors under PC! Some of these rumors may be untrue or greatly exaggerated. Common Rumors (Easily overheard) ■ "The friendly white scale? She seems harmless enough, perhaps a little absent minded.~Ul'Dah Merchant ■ "The tiny Au'ra lass? Great cook. She dropped off a basket of pastries last week and I don't think they lasted ten minutes." ~Midlander staff member at the Quick Sand ■ "That little cook? Oh she's a sweetheart! She stopped by the other day with baskets of treats she was taking to a clinic. I had to turn her around and sent her the right way, but we all get a little lost sometimes." ~Goblet tavern owner Moderate Rumors (Moderately difficult to overhear) ■ "Roka? No one can be that happy. I think she's hiding something." ~Shady Duskwright ■ "I heard she used to be a soldier. I can't imagine she was a good one though, look at how tiny she is!" ~Hellsguard adventurer ■ "She's a sweet lass, but I'm afraid she's not so carefree as she likes us all to think." ~Staff member of her cafe Rare Rumors (Very difficult or rarely overheard) ■ "I heard she caused the death of her entire squad, and that she ran away because she couldn't stand it." ~Snooty merchant ■ "I saw her out in the desert a little while back with a sword that was as big as she is! She looked like she was struggling to carry it, I'm not sure what she was doing out there though." ~Dunesfolk nomad ■ "Roka? I saw her go off into the desert after a lad was attacked, I don't think I'll ever forget the look on that little one's face." ~Ul'Dah chocobo porter ■ "What an odd little thing. She always makes nice after a match, even when the poor girl is broken and bleeding." Hyuran Yellow Jacket PC Rumors (Rumors from the characters of other players) ■ "Insert rumor here." ~Name ■ "Insert rumor here." ~Name ■ "Insert rumor here." ~Name 💑 In a Relationship ♥ Romantic Interest ♥ Sexual Desire ♥ Platonic Love ♥ Family ● Good Standing ● Neutral ● Poor Standing ☠ Deceased 💑 ♥♥●Simeon Sibaruse: The first person I talked to after arriving in Ul'Dah. For someone so tall, he's certainly goofy. I'll have to come up with a good strategy against his ticklings though. At least it seems I'll be around long enough to do that. ♥Meis Taruteis: At first I thought for sure he was nothing but a scoundrel and a flirt, but I suppose first impressions aren't always right. Getting to know him better is a delight. ● Maxwell Marlborough: At first glance, about as nice as a coueral shoved in a garden shed with a hive of pissed off bees. Originally just the person I wanted to be better than at Nef's, I've discovered there's more than just a prickly, snarky exterior. More than just a rival, I consider him a friend, as odd a friendship as we may have. ● Tana Firesong: A sweet, if a little headstrong, Miqo'te who I'm happy to call friend. I'll have to start keeping some fish-based cookies or snacks on me more often for her. ●♥ Cicero Fortescue: A very dear person, I have many confused feeling in regards to him though. No matter what, I value this man dearly and would do anything for him. I owe him a great many debts. ● Kulain Qalli: I called this one sister once, but I do not know anymore. There was a rift torn between us and I do not think it will be mended, though I tried to fix it in the way she would be most comfortable with I fear that it only made it worse for me. ●♥♥ Syf Kha: She reminds me much of my birth sister. I want to make her smile, yes. I hope that she can find a place she feels truly at home, and look forward to spending time with her, and perhaps having more cookies with her. I hadn't felt so at ease and well rested in many cycles. ● Rei Wakeflame: Rei is such a sweet creature, and loyal. He seems a little shy though. I would like to get him to open up more, and to find as many things he likes as possible. Everyone else seems to think all he ever puts in his belly is juice, but I'm certain that'snot the case. Dates are included mostly for me so I can keep track of things. However, feel free to use them as references for character journals. July 12, 2016 (7/12) First entry So... I know I've been carrying this silly journal around forever, but I guess I should put it to use, huh? Where to start. Today was a lot to take in. I properly met Olive today and some of her friends. She's nice. Adelle summoned a new friend and I helped her name it! Lemon, because he's a lovely yellow color. Olive took me aside as well, and she told me the -real- story of what happened with Simeon. I was confused and felt bad for my own doubts, but I was happy she chose to let me know the truth of it. I was perhaps a little -too- eager to go see him after, but... Well it was so good to be with him again after so much time apart lately. I hate feeling so alone, truly. Things are better though, we talked through our woes and I think things will be alright now. I just hope we can see each other more. I miss my Cinnamon. Other things happened. I heard from someone I didn't think would ever find me. It was just a letter, a note scrawled on parchment. There wasn't even a signature. I would know Misaki's writing anywhere though. We used to pass little the time as children, and I still have a couple of them hidden away for lonely nights. It was her, it was my sister. She is different though, not what I remember if her words are anything to judge by. She is darkened, perhaps by our parents, perhaps by the Garleans. Most likely though I fear it is my own fault. I went to the Gin Mill again tonight, I wanted to... I wad feel pain. To feel anything other than the guilt. I fought an Elezen, he called himself Dusk but I overheard others calling him Ren. He was good, I almost won. I wish he would have just knocked my head off though, I didn't even try and dodge that swing at my head. I guess I'm not that lucky though. Marl was there, oddly. Maybe not oddly. I don't know. I didn't want to fight him though, not tonight. He... He deserves better than me like this. I guess it's a good thing I got knocked out of the running. I don't know why, but... Well I really respect him. He's a little complicated but he's not such a bad guy. I guess if nothing else, what I thought was going to be a really bad night turned out alright. I left with a new friend who I don't have to force the smiles around and I was feeling more at ease. (Credit is due to Endel Blanche for the idea to add in this tab!) Roka loves to cook, and she often smells like food. Feel free to get a whiff of something yummy and investigate. She's frequently lost, and wandering around with a puzzled expression, don't be shy to offer some help. If someone looks to be in need of help, Roka will come check things out and do what she can. Roka has been seen more frequently checking out various pups, bars, taverns, and cafes. If you own/run/frequent one let me know! Nef's fight club has been of particular interest to her and she had been attending. Come check it out and meet Roka on Mondays at 9est in Limsa Lower decks, near the Rogue's guild. What I am looking for/interested in: One-offs are fine and fun for a night, but I'm also actively seeking long-term partners to develop my character alongside If romance happens naturally, I welcome it. I do not believe in forcing my character to respond in any specific way to someone, be it love, hate, or other. I don't mind Roka getting into trouble or getting roughed up. She might not be an aggressive person, but please don't be shy about picking a fight or attacking her if that's what your character would do. I prefer the roll system, but with the understanding that you may not maim, kill, or deal long-term damage without permission I am willing to overlook it for a good RP. What I will NOT RP: ERP: Cuddling, kissing, etc is fine, but when it gets to the point of where stuff is obviously going I would rather fade to black and skip ahead. I RP for the character development and the fun of it, not to spend hours writing out a sex scene. Links: Any links you feel are important for people to see, like journals, can be linked in this section. Tropes: Optional section. Remove if you don't want. You can link Tropes about your character here. About the Player: I'm fairly new to the whole RP scene and to Balmung. Roka is my first character and I'm very open to advice on things I can improve on. I am loving everything about it so far though! I'm eager to play and I love walk-ups, so far all of my best RPs have sprouted from them, and my longer running partners came from them as well. I don't mind my character getting into pretty much any situation. If someone wants to fight, attack, rob, etc don't be shy! I'll play it out with you and I'll enjoy it. I likewise welcome scenes where Roka is more in her element, being a goofball and poking at people to get smiles. That's where she shines, other than when someone gives her free reign in their kitchen. I trend towards longer posts and enjoy giving details about actions and mannerisms as much as dialogue, so if that's something you dislike I'm probably not the partner for you. My availability is a little all over the place depending on scheduling, but my base time zone is EST and I'm usually off and on through the day. Roka is not me and I am not my character. I believe firmly in separation of character and self. I do, however, enjoy making friends IC and OOC so don't be shy! 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