Scarlet Willow
« Full Name Rhotwyda Bleimoenwyn
« Preferred Name Scarlet Willow
« Nicknames Scar, Momma Scar
« Gender Female
« Preferred Pronouns Female
« Citizenship Ul'dah
« Race Roegadyn
« Clan Hellsguard
« Birthplace Abalathia's Spine
« Age Twenty-six
|
« Nameday 2nd Sun 3rd Astral Moon
« Patron Deity Nald'Thal
« Current Residence The Driftin' Sol Bar located in The Goblet
« Occupation Flames Corporal / Bismarck Chef / Bartender & Caterer for The Driftin' Sol / crew member of The Desert Moogle Consortium
« Grand Company The Immortal Flames
« Social Status Lower/Middle Class
« Marital Status Single
« Orientation Demi-Sexual
« Alignment Neutral Good
|
:: Height :: 7 fulms, 1 ilm
:: Weight :: 217 ponz
:: Eye Color :: Pale gold
:: Hairstyle :: Sun-bleached blonde with brunette strips. Due to her work, she keeps it in short styles; currently swept back completely and it stops just below the nape of her neck. She cuts it herself as there's just something about letting someone else with a knife so close to your neck that doesn't sit well with her. :: Complexion :: The racial dark red skin tone that most Hellsguard are known for, as well as the dark blemish under her nose. She has a tattoo that spans across her eyes. It's a home clan tradition, supposedly representing tree roots to match the wyda in her name. Her hands are rough and calloused from the hard work she does. :: Build :: Well-toned, she's a bit muscular; most of which is in her legs -- the strongest part of her body. She's got a case of thunder thighs. You can find her running the inner roads of Ul'dah every morning and can be found training at the Platinum Mirage or out in the Sagolii often. :: Scars :: Scarlet has a scar above her right brow about two ilms long from her first job as dockhand. She took one too many crates off a ship at once and the top fell into her face, the corner of said box nicked her in the forehead. There is a rarely visible, blotchy burn mark across her outer left thigh. She got it at Farreach, while forging her first axe, accidentally tripping and landing on a pile of still hot coals. The mark is a lighter shade than the rest of her skin, and wrinkly. Souyo Xander burned her arm during a rather violent brawl including Rio van Rosch and it's left a nasty mark on her right forearm. After an argument in the Stillglade Fane, Vash Ashford stabbed Scarlet in the abdomen with his sword. There's a neat, healed over scar underneath her bellybutton now. Pripyat Ivanenko turned friend to foe when she was hired to kill Scarlet over a messier than necessary misunderstanding and stabbed her in the stomach. Incidentally, to match the one Vash gave her, there's now a matching scar mirroring above his. Because the last two injuries stir up bad emotions, Scarlet rarely wears anything to show her middle, and when she does, her hand or arm is constantly covering her abdomen.
|
At twelve cycles, Scarlet began her mild obsession with the neighboring warrior clan. She snuck over once or twice or a dozen times after excessively being told not to, and almost hitched a caravan ride to Farreach if her father hadn't found her hiding between the crates. She loved watching the warriors train, enjoyed that aspect of the thrill of the battle. Her mother disapproved of her wanting to train, but her father had different opinions. While disappointed with her inability to follow their clan tradition, he didn't feel it was right - and quite frankly a waste of time - to continue Scarlet through her training as a mage when she could barely produce the most simplest of magicks. At thirteen cycles, Scarlet began her training as a warrior. It was an entirely different experience, not only from a disciplinary perspective but also from a cultural perspective. This produced a far lesser approved idea in Scarlet's head. She wanted to leave Abalathia's Spine. This actually happened when she turned sixteen cycles, but before then it was an uphill battle.
In retrospect, for about the first year Scarlet was beginning to think this was quite possibly the worst idea she'd ever come up with. A culture shock, more so than anything, with the noise and people and language barrier. She found herself at a loss at what to pursue with her new-found freedom. At first, she tried mercantilism, like her uncle, but soon found herself a better haggler on the consumer side and more of an aggressive haggler on the selling end - it wasn't good for business. A somewhat steady job she did find after a while was working for the nobles of Ul'dah. A lot of lazy work - doing laundry, cooking, dishes, etc. - with a few exciting aspects such as working as a bodyguard. It was after one particular job that had gotten a little messy and ended in a bar brawl at Amajina and Sons Mineral Concern that the Platinum Mirage expressed interest. From there, she worked as a sellsword escorting caravans across beastmen tribe infested roads and the threat of the Garleans imminent.
words
super special thanks to D'lyhhia Lhuil for constantly helping me and listening to my gurgling over coding this ♥