Sana Sunada

INTRODUCTION Just as childhood was a tangle of mysteries and puzzlement, so too is Sana's adulthood./div> With a birthplace well-remembered but unmarked on any map, an incurable homesickness but no homeland, and a wealth of untold stories crumbling into forgotten words, she finds herself clinging memories and hopes. Her surname she invented at a desk to sign paperwork, and her name was decided by the stranger who first thought of something suitable. Her heritage is comprised of theories. She is a woman without history, and attributes the hollowness within her to it. APPEARANCE Her horns are seashell-shaped oddities framing a pretty, pale face. Like conch shells, they unwind upon themselves, tapering into thin, taffy-twisted spirals. Like porcelain, her horns are smooth and almost silky to the touch, shining with a peachy glow in the sunlight. Unusual, too, are her scales. As if shaped by the hand of a dollmaker, they are molded in a lace-like pattern that seems far more decorative than functional. Any dips, folds, or ridges are staggeringly shallow, terraced so uniformly that they look fake; in the places they grow thickest—which isn't thick at all—they are even pockmarked with little, symmetrical shapes of absolutely no function. She is illustrated all over, her body a most unusual canvas. She is, put politely, dainty. Frail from head to tail to toe, the contours and ridges of her bones create for her a figure more than any curves do. Her ribcage juts from under her clothing more than her breasts swell; her legs, with her feet put together, only touch at the knees. With the move of a finger comes the twitch of a tendon on the back of her hand; her wrists look as though easily snapped—one looks like it has been snapped. Emaciated is one way to describe her—but that's rather impolite. She wears her hair parted down the middle, often pulled into two low pigtails. The hairstyle compliments her facial structure. Framed by her long bangs, her gentle features are made gentler, eyes promising understanding and warmth, and lips promising plush and plentiful kisses. The soft swell of her cheekbones and the dip of her brow into the shallow slope of her nose draw the observer’s gaze to her sleepy, half-lidded eyes, that, in the right lighting, appear dark and sultry. Distinguishing marks: + Underweight; bony + Crescent-shaped horns + Unusually delicate scales + Slender, double-spaded tail Common accessories: + Light necklaces, sometimes; usually easy to overlook. + Feathered hair ties + A touch of clear nail polish PERSONALITY She’s a people-pleaser, ever at the mercy of her loved ones when it comes to emotional stability. But she’s too quiet—she just can’t overtly ask for the love that she needs; instead, she’s forever trying to subtly gain it through small, silent gestures: making rosemary tea, mending clothes, listening to woes for hours on end, or tidying up living spaces. She likes to bring people pressed wildflowers and butterfly wings as little favors of her love, but can never gift anything that comes straight from the heart. If there’s one thing Sana is good at, it’s cleaning—she’s a only clear-minded person because she makes a habit of straightening things in houses. She’s very talented at keeping herself distracted and her hands busy. She blushes, stammers, and covers her mouth with her hand when she smiles; she’s known to trip over words when flustered—which isn't too uncommon. For this reason, she often finds herself at the end of harmless jokes that she takes far too seriously. She always bounces back, though, usually with the help of someone looking to be in mild distress. She is always one to help a stranger in peril, and that, too, lands her in a lot of trouble. Aspects that stand out: + Observant + Timid + Hardworking LIKES + Bathing luxuriously + Dry, breezy weather + Dancing, singing—performing + Small mechanical parts, especially things that glow + Travel by airship + Stargazing and cloud-watching, sunrises, and sunsets DISLIKES + The feel of thick or fuzzy cloth on her scales + Cold weather + Being catcalled or heckled + Talking about herself + Unwanted physical contact + Writing in Eorzean FEARS + Gunfire, explosions, projectiles, fireworks, and fire + Intimacy + Upsetting/disappointing others + Guns and gunblades, grenades, large weapons, and serrated edges + Combat—choosing whether to pull the trigger or not + Spectral entities, especially when blue or butterfly-shaped STRENGTHS + Intuitive + Self-reliant + Empathetic + Observant + Humble + Organized WEAKNESSES + Trusting + Tense + Self-punishing + Easily flustered + Nonconfrontational + Ruminative GOALS + Learning how to treat herself with kindness + Finding a permanent home, and eventually, a permanent life + Making peace with the ghosts of her past + Tying up loose ends + Honing a trade or skill to near perfection + Travelling to her homeland and perhaps aiding its restoration OOC OOC INFORMATION PLAYER NOTES + 18+ and comfortable with mature/dark themes + I bounce between paragraphs and one-line banter depending on setting/crowd size + See the carrd for more info pls. remember when it was cool to have a wiki...... me neither PERSONAL RP LIMITS + I will play: Things I am comfortable with. + I won't play: Things I am uncomfortable with. CONTACT INFORMATION + In-game: Sana Sunada, Mateus + Tumblr: r4en.tumblr.com + Discord: spectra#5678 CHARACTER DETAILS SONGS + Jennifer Van Der Harten - Gu De Niste Ni Mise (Voice reference!) + The Battle of Land and Sea - Birdsong + Mariee Sioux - Wild Eyes + Lana del Rey - Say yes to Heaven + Mirah - Shells + Japanese Breakfast - The Body is a Blade PLOT HOOKS + ✦ An Ill-mannered Maid:: After being caught bathing in her employer's quarters on the job, it has been increasingly difficult to find any work at all. The bad word of a prominent merchant-lady has all but blackened Sana's once-nonexistent reputation. It's a few—more than a few—steps back for her, as she's had to dip into her savings to keep herself fed. + ✦ Honest Job-Hopping:Times are hard. Gil is much desired. ~~Most nights, she stays in a hostel hidden deep in the winding alleys and service routes of Ul'dah; if she can't get a bed, she sleeps on the streets, huddled away somewhere quiet enough.~~ She approaches exquisitely-dressed strangers looking for work. She markets herself as a housekeeper, a courier, a laundress, mender, cobbler; an... anything, so long as it pays well enough. + ✦ Girl with the Pearly Horns:The likeness she bears to the subject of a since painted-over mural in Ul'dah would be uncanny if she weren't actually the subject. For a handful of gil and a hot meal, she posed for a Lalafellin painter with tall aspirations—and a taller ladder. Sitting still for bells and bells and *bells* ultimately birthed a masterpiece—but now, Sana would say that the night she spent in a warm bed with a full belly wasn't worth the nightmare of being recognized for moons + ✦ Firefly of the Greenwater:Partygoers, privateers, and party-crashing pirates present during the last year's Greenwater Slurry—an annual Lominsian drinking festival celebrated in the early summer—might remember a dancer dressed only in her smallclothes and a light-catching robe spinning beneath strings of light. So taken with this dancer were the attendees that she earned herself a nickname. The firefly is still spoken of aboard some ships—more often, though, is she dreamt of, a vision of golden embers and glittering gauze set aflame by lanterns.

INFORMATION Name - Sana Sunada Pronunciation - Saw-na Sue-na-dah Race - Au Ra, Raen Name Day - 4th Sun of the 2nd Astral Moon Deity - Imagination + Citizenship: Eorzean, tenuously + Occupation: Housekeeper + Hair color: Silky black + Eye color: Periwinkle + Complexion: Porcelain + Piercings: None + Marks or tattoos: None + Alignment: True neutral + Sexual orientation: Bisexual + Romantic orientation: Biromantic + Relationship status: Unwed + Favorite food: Anything Othardian + Favorite drink: Wintermelon sake + Favorite color: Green Template made by User:Abelia Kir Armiger and free for use!