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| − | + | Shiiverlene was never a social butterfly, not even when she was little. This isn't terribly uncommon, every person is different, however, she had a standard to live up to: A fierce, and proud Oronir warrior. Summers pass, and no change. At least, none for the better. Shiiverlene is afraid of everyone and everything, and she can't even seem to hold a normal conversation as a Xaela her age should be able to. There was only one little Xaela boy who seemed interested in trying with her, and he certainly tried his best. His name was Tsarai, and he was the only 'friend' Shiiverlene had, aside from the sheep she freed from it's pen, who she appropriately named Sheepy. | |
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| + | At first, Tsarai was kind to her. Granted, Shiiv never really reacted to most of his conversation attempts, however, when it grew time, he began to train her, already being so far ahead of her in skill. Her parents, of course, set this up, wanted it. They scheduled certain days for training and certain days for hunting. | ||
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| + | This was the way it was for the years to come. Training, hunting every day, but still with little progress. She talked more, but only to Tsarai, who grew to only barely tolerate her lack of hunting and people skills. He would snap at her, yell, and, at times, physically punish her for making mistakes. Her parents saw nothing wrong with this- she needed it, they thought. She also needed a sun of her own, and who better than Tsarai? He's her best bet. So her parents arranged the two for the future. Neither of them had a problem with this. They did have strong feelings for one another, despite the aggression and frustration. Past training, they clicked surprisingly well. | ||
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| + | However, one night Shiiverlene awoke from slumber in a cold sweat, having suffered a horrid nightmare. Tsarai didn't care for her. He abused and manipulated her solely because he enjoyed owning someone. There was no love from him after all, or so her dream went on. Her mind wanders endlessly, unable to return to sleep. She doesn't belong here. No one, not even those who brought her into this world, cared for her. She's a statistic. She has to grow into a powerful Oronir, so her parents, and now Tsarai, don't look like fools. And really, what is there to be so proud of? Being descended from Azim? What does that even mean to her? She doesn't know. Everything is so confusing, she doesn't know what to think. The only thing that seems clear in her mind is that she doesn't belong here. She should just leave. She'll leap off of the Dawn Throne if it means she's free of her failures and disappointments. So she runs. | ||
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| + | Her very limited social skills at least get her from the Steppe to Kugane, where she begs on the streets, sells her muscle and pretty face, anything to get her coin. She idly listens to two Hyruan folk chatter up a storm about a place called Eorzea, a place of hope and freedom from the Empire. The latter she cared little for, however... Hope. The word is soothing. | ||
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Revision as of 00:11, 21 February 2018
Birth Name: Shiiverlene Oronir
Gender: Female
Race & Clan: Au Ra, Xaela
Age: Twenty-two
Height 4 fulms 6 ilms
Weight: 100ish ponzes
Nameday: 4th Sun of the Second Umbral Moon
Guardian deity: Oschon, the Wanderer, Azim
Birth Place: Azim Steppe, The Dawn Throne
Citizenship: Ul'dahn
FC and residence: Wandering independent
Marital Status: Single
Sexual Orientation: Uncertain
Job: Hired Mercenary, prizefighter
Hobbies: Reading, drawing, punching things
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral / Neutral Evil
Shiiverlene is a Xaela Au Ra fresh out of the Azim Steppe.
She doesn't care for people, and isn't very trustworthy. While still slightly naive, she keeps better track of her surroundings than she used to.
Shiiv comes off as shy to most, but mostly she doesn't like talking, and she's relatively jaded.
Rather small in size, even for a female Au Ra, Shiiverlene stands at about 4 fulms tall, but she isn't lacking in muscle-tone, most of which being located in her arms and legs due to being a professional pugilist and an amateur lancer. Even physically, she keeps to herself, typically not wearing flashy clothing or anything that would draw attention to herself. Her eyes are a dark purple with pinkish limbal rings surrounding them, brown freckles dotting her face, and a light pink tone adorning her lips. Her skin is a light mixture of pink and grey, and her scales are the normal color of dark blue. Her posture shows someone who doesn't want to be bothered, and upon being approached, she'll probably roll her eyes.
Scars & Markings: Shiiverlene has a a good amount of scars scattering her body likely from battles and wars within the Steppe. Her knuckles are almost always red, due to her profession. Cute freckles are scattered from cheek to cheek, across her nose.
Voice: Shiiverlene has more of a far eastern accent, mixed with one of the Steppe. Her voice is rather high, normally, but even more so when excited about something. Clear and child-like.
Clothing: Shiiverlene often wears whatever she feels most comfortable in at the time, usually long coats, cloaks, or robes. Though when doing jobs and fighting in rings, she wears looser, freer clothing, usually sleeveless.
- People
- Sheep
- Moogles
- Other cute things
- Fighting
- Bounty and mercenary work
- Making bad people suffer
- Touching things
- Azim
- Rain
- People
- Anxiety
- Relationships
- Yelling
- Her lack of confidence
- Losing close people
- Spiders
- Personal attachment
- Favorite food: sweets, apple pie
- Favorite drink: whiskey, orange juice
- Favorite colour: red
- Vices: alcoholism, depressive, jealousy, malice
- Possible alignment: chaotic neutral / neutral evil
Shiiverlene has been run over by the world twice over, and it shows. She lacks care in larger, more important things, rarely getting excited. Bounty jobs excite her, however only because she gets to let out her anger and get paid for it. She has a lot of anger and sadness bottled up inside, a result of her past and personality.
She's always been on the quieter side, ever since she was a young warrior of the Oronir. Her time is much rather spent alone, away from people, and with her thoughts. Even so, she's quite imaginative, and enjoys drawing during her own time. Her drawings are typically landscapes, but sometimes she draws people and characters. Sometimes her art is smutty, but that's something she'll never show or tell anyone.
Her views on people are bitter, and she's far from an optimist.
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Shiiverlene is particularly skilled with hand-to-hand, knuckle weapons, and claws. She's alright with two-handed weapons, namely spears and battleaxes. Before taking up hand-to-hand, her main weapon in the Steppe as a warrior were battleaxes, and her raw rage.
Her arms and legs are toned, despite her small stature. She likes fighting, but will try avoid unnecessary battles against other people.
Her aetheric abilities are limited, and she briefly dabbled in magic during her first trip to Eorzea, studying Sharlayan Astrology. However, she never learned enough to be able to heal or use magical abilities without a focus.
A fire-y set of claws resembling Ifrit that Shiiv keeps on her at all times.
A simple ring Shiiv keeps in her pocket. It has an engraving on the inside.
A small sketchpad Shiiv keeps on her to draw whenever she gets inspiration.
Sheepy (♥ ☠ ) - Companion
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Shiiv's childhood sheep companion. Assumed to be dead and eaten.
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Love
Tsarai has been in a relationship with Shiiverlene two different times; once before she fled from him and the Steppe, and once after. Shiiv still thinks she loves him, but she knows how terrible and abusive he is to her, forcing endless training upon her, using her body, physical punishments, and the like. She believe he's dead, but doesn't know for sure. She misses him, yet she hates him. She feels as though she needs him.
Partner in Revenge
Shiiv has known Zaya since her first trip to Eorzea, the two of them being employed with under the same company. Zaya knows full well what Shiiv dealt with with Tsarai, even saw it firsthand. Zaya has dealt with something similar herself, as Shiiv now knows, and she trusts her fully, listening to her advice and encouraging words.
- ■ "I've seen her face before, but I haven't heard the name." Quicksand goer
- ■ "Does she realize how much of a bitch she is?" Drunken patron of the Drowning Wench
- ■ "A fool for leaving her home the way she did. I'll track her down if it's the last thing I do." Tsarai Oronir, a moon before supposedly falling in battle.
- ■ "Rumor..." Rumormonger.
Shiiverlene was never a social butterfly, not even when she was little. This isn't terribly uncommon, every person is different, however, she had a standard to live up to: A fierce, and proud Oronir warrior. Summers pass, and no change. At least, none for the better. Shiiverlene is afraid of everyone and everything, and she can't even seem to hold a normal conversation as a Xaela her age should be able to. There was only one little Xaela boy who seemed interested in trying with her, and he certainly tried his best. His name was Tsarai, and he was the only 'friend' Shiiverlene had, aside from the sheep she freed from it's pen, who she appropriately named Sheepy.
At first, Tsarai was kind to her. Granted, Shiiv never really reacted to most of his conversation attempts, however, when it grew time, he began to train her, already being so far ahead of her in skill. Her parents, of course, set this up, wanted it. They scheduled certain days for training and certain days for hunting.
This was the way it was for the years to come. Training, hunting every day, but still with little progress. She talked more, but only to Tsarai, who grew to only barely tolerate her lack of hunting and people skills. He would snap at her, yell, and, at times, physically punish her for making mistakes. Her parents saw nothing wrong with this- she needed it, they thought. She also needed a sun of her own, and who better than Tsarai? He's her best bet. So her parents arranged the two for the future. Neither of them had a problem with this. They did have strong feelings for one another, despite the aggression and frustration. Past training, they clicked surprisingly well.
However, one night Shiiverlene awoke from slumber in a cold sweat, having suffered a horrid nightmare. Tsarai didn't care for her. He abused and manipulated her solely because he enjoyed owning someone. There was no love from him after all, or so her dream went on. Her mind wanders endlessly, unable to return to sleep. She doesn't belong here. No one, not even those who brought her into this world, cared for her. She's a statistic. She has to grow into a powerful Oronir, so her parents, and now Tsarai, don't look like fools. And really, what is there to be so proud of? Being descended from Azim? What does that even mean to her? She doesn't know. Everything is so confusing, she doesn't know what to think. The only thing that seems clear in her mind is that she doesn't belong here. She should just leave. She'll leap off of the Dawn Throne if it means she's free of her failures and disappointments. So she runs.
Her very limited social skills at least get her from the Steppe to Kugane, where she begs on the streets, sells her muscle and pretty face, anything to get her coin. She idly listens to two Hyruan folk chatter up a storm about a place called Eorzea, a place of hope and freedom from the Empire. The latter she cared little for, however... Hope. The word is soothing.
Determined, she makes enough money for a ferry ride and sets her course to Eorzea, across the sea...
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■ I will play most mature content. Violence, alcohol/drugs, language A-OK! Everything is fine as long as it fits well into the story. This includes darker themes.
■ Ask about long-term and/or permanent injury and disfigurement. Long-term captivity or imprisonment.
■ I won't play permanent character death or rape plots. I do not do straight ERP, however I'm all for developing relationships, and ERP that fits into the context of the story/plot. Shiiv is not a sexual person, however. Courtesans and the like will be turned down.
Miscellaneous: That wiki page is pure OOC knowledge unless your character specifically knows or learned about it.
Important! If anything that my character does or says unsettles you in an OOC manner, or if suddenly you are not okay with something in my RP, please let me know right away! Communication is key! I am also very embarrassed and anxious when it comes to reach people out ingame repeatedly, so.. don't hesitate to tell me if I'm being intrusive or anything.
Player Info: US player, CST. Usually online in the evening to late night.
Server: Mateus
Wiki Templates: Layout by Suen Shyu and can be found here. Using the skill stats window from Fancy Template and my layout is inspired by Rixo and Nanagi's template for its simplicity and clarity. Thanks to the authors!
"You can use this wiki page layout at will and I will be glad if people actually do, but please try to change the colour theme at least - yes, mine is not just gray...! Thanks." in Suen Shyu's footnotes.
