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<div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #d6807a; color:#ebd0a4;font-family:Georgia;font-size:12px;text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px black"><b>◢ Common Rumors - </b>''Easily overheard. Use these freely!''</div> | <div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #d6807a; color:#ebd0a4;font-family:Georgia;font-size:12px;text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px black"><b>◢ Common Rumors - </b>''Easily overheard. Use these freely!''</div> | ||
+ | : <div style="font-family:Georgia;"><font style="color:#251f29;" size="2">■</font> “Now, why would ye be askin' 'bout 'er? Last I 'eard, she went n' got 'erself killed five years ago during the Calamity.” - '''Black Sails Veteran (Limsa Area)'''</div> | ||
: <div style="font-family:Georgia;"><font style="color:#251f29;" size="2">■</font> “Aye, Mirke, that's the broad who got 'er whole damn Levy killed. Five years ago now, but I remember 'er well.” - '''Keen Plainsfolk (Limsa Area)'''</div> | : <div style="font-family:Georgia;"><font style="color:#251f29;" size="2">■</font> “Aye, Mirke, that's the broad who got 'er whole damn Levy killed. Five years ago now, but I remember 'er well.” - '''Keen Plainsfolk (Limsa Area)'''</div> | ||
− | : <div style="font-family:Georgia;"><font style="color:#251f29;" size="2">■</font> | + | : <div style="font-family:Georgia;"><font style="color:#251f29;" size="2">■</font> “Mirke! Been hearing that name quite a lot around Ul'dah lately. Apparently she can't be beat with that shield of hers.” - '''Exhausted Gladiator (Ul'dah Area)'''</div> |
− | : <div style="font-family:Georgia;"><font style="color:#251f29;" size="2">■</font> | + | : <div style="font-family:Georgia;"><font style="color:#251f29;" size="2">■</font> “Give Susuroon jingle-shinies and Susuroon tell all about ''Soohseet Mark''.” - '''Helpful Qiqirn (Limsa Area)'''</div> |
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<div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #bb6b6b; color:#ebd0a4;font-family:Georgia;font-size:12px;text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px black"><b>◢ Uncommon Rumors -</b> ''A little more difficult to hear. Use sparingly or ask first!''</div> | <div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #bb6b6b; color:#ebd0a4;font-family:Georgia;font-size:12px;text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px black"><b>◢ Uncommon Rumors -</b> ''A little more difficult to hear. Use sparingly or ask first!''</div> | ||
− | : <div style="font-family:Georgia;"><font style="color:#251f29;" size="2">■</font> | + | : <div style="font-family:Georgia;"><font style="color:#251f29;" size="2">■</font> “Ye lookin' fer the short, brown 'aired girl? Aye me too, she ain't come over in a... eh, never ye mind.” - '''Sketchy Roegadyn (Limsa Area)'''</div> |
: <div style="font-family:Georgia;"><font style="color:#251f29;" size="2">■</font> “I heard she bought her way outta the seventh hell on the Bloodsands in Ul'dah.” - '''Impoverished Highlander (Ul'dah Area)'''</div> | : <div style="font-family:Georgia;"><font style="color:#251f29;" size="2">■</font> “I heard she bought her way outta the seventh hell on the Bloodsands in Ul'dah.” - '''Impoverished Highlander (Ul'dah Area)'''</div> | ||
: <div style="font-family:Georgia;"><font style="color:#251f29;" size="2">■</font> “Oy, keep yer voice down n' careful where ye go abouts askin' for that lass! If ye be wantin' yer tongue that is.” - '''Raptor Pirate (Limsa Area)'''</div> | : <div style="font-family:Georgia;"><font style="color:#251f29;" size="2">■</font> “Oy, keep yer voice down n' careful where ye go abouts askin' for that lass! If ye be wantin' yer tongue that is.” - '''Raptor Pirate (Limsa Area)'''</div> | ||
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'''Echo Entry #2 - "Mirke's Lanista" ''' <br> | '''Echo Entry #2 - "Mirke's Lanista" ''' <br> | ||
− | + | Sounsyy Mirke meets <Player Character>'s eyes and all else seems to melt away. When the world comes back together, a sword twirls through the air just past <Player Character>. An aged Dunesfolk with pale yellow eyes and graying hair stands in a lunging position, his round shield held quivering where he had just disarmed a young Miqo'te of her sword in one fell swipe. Sounsyy looked incredibly young, no more than 15 cycles, with hollow eyes and cheeks - her ribs showing under her skin. She was only a fulm taller than her Lalafellin opponent. The Dunesfolk moved forward and slashed the back of Sounsyy's knee and the young girl collapsed with a scream. | |
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+ | "Fight me will you?!" The Dunesfolk rasped at the girl, "When I saw you on the Bloodsands you were ruthless - a survivor! A fighter! Where is that girl?" The young Sounsyy glared up at him through the tears in her eyes. "I cannot defeat you with a shield and blade, how am I supposed to win without the blade?!" The aged Dunesfolk scoffed, "Hmph, the girl who bludgeoned a man to death with his own pauldron doesn't know how to win with a fifteen ponz sheet of metal strapped to her arm?!" Sounsyy attacked instantly, but Roroludo was ready. The Dunesfolk held the assault with his own shield, his muscle winning over Sounsyy's full body. "That's the spirit! If you can't defeat a few Ul'dahn gladiators what good are you to Ala Mhigo?" This enraged Sounsyy and she struck out with her shield again, waging a violent assault with her blunt weapon. She struck until the Dunesfolk's shield cracked and then the vision was over, whisking <Player Character> back to Sounsyy's sharp eyes. | ||
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'''Echo Entry #3 - "Forty-three Muskets Sound" '''<br> | '''Echo Entry #3 - "Forty-three Muskets Sound" '''<br> | ||
− | + | The world beneath <Player Character> grew unsteady, the ground began to rock back and forth upon the waves of the Lifestream deep below. When <Player Character> opened their eyes, they found themselves upon the bow of a massive Lominsan war vessel. Its sails were tightly bound and it bobbed steadily upon the choppy waters of the Merlthor. A stream of volcanic smoke could be seen just on the horizon, Mount O'Ghomoro in the West being the only indicator that the world had not been entirely swallowed in water. A solitary gunshot rang out over the burbling water below. A Maelstrom Officer in regalia reloaded his musket then held it at attention. | |
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+ | All along the center of the main deck stood Maelstrom soldiers, in full regalia, their heads hung, standing firm and still against the rocking tide. Along the gunwale lay rows of caskets adorned with the Lominsan standard. A member of Maelstrom's high command stood between the caskets and crew, reading off from a list of names. A name would be sung out to the Deep, a single musket would answer, and a casket would be tipped over the gunwale into the briny depths below. Her hat was held firmly over her heart, her hollow eyes bore holes into the caskets which lined the gunwale before her. | ||
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+ | "Private Jeanifre, Ceaulie." The musket fired, and over tipped Ceaulie's casket. | ||
+ | "Private Lohbyldawyn, Khannklin." The musket sang her praise, and the Deep accepted her. | ||
+ | "Private Lohk, T'salhet." The musket crackled and Sounsyy looked away as she tumbled into the sea with a splash. Sounsyy began to weep silently as the next name in line, Corporal Lokeke Loke, was called. A shot rang out, and they too were gone forever. Tears began to stream unbidden from her eyes as she raised her chin to face the next casket being raised. | ||
+ | "2nd Lieutenant Louztoumwyn, Keltsoemr." Sounsyy flinched as the shot cried out. Her eyes drifted down the line. Seventeen still stood by her sides. Most wounded, some being held up by others. Margot, three down the line wept into Himalanka's uniform as his strong arms held the child. Sounsyy turned back to Commander Iyrnlahz as he slowly, painstaking tolled off the names of her fallen Levy. She swallowed down the lump in her throat and held her gaze unblinking as the funeral dragged on. | ||
+ | "Private Lyngzantsyn, Isilhyr." Shot. Splash. | ||
+ | "Private Marlont, Jeanbernard." Fire. Water. Nothing. The vision faded into nothing, those death tolls continuing to echo in <Player Character>'s ears as the world returned around them.<br> | ||
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Revision as of 09:40, 6 April 2015
Sounsyy Mirke The Captain
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P E R S O N A L I T Y
Demeanor: First and foremost, Sounsyy is a survivor. Her first war, she fought at the age of eleven - a child soldier of the Ala Mhigan Resistance. At fifteen, she achieved glory on the Bloodsands. By twenty-five, Sounsyy served as an officer in the Lominsan Armada. Those who know anything of her past often jest that she is Thal's daughter, and Thal does not want her back. To strangers, Sounsyy can be unnecessarily sharp-tongued, but to her friends you will never find a more loyal or giving heart. If you met Sounsyy in a social setting, you might think her introverted or closed-mouth, and you'd be mostly correct. But as a captain on the field of battle, she wields sword and shield and voice with irrefutable authority.
C O M B A T
Sounsyy always carries at least one of her two swords on her person at all times. She is most often seen with her standard-issue Lominsan Shortsword, which she received upon joining the Maelstrom. She keeps this 18 ilm, cobalt blade strapped just above her rear. Her second sword is a type of Falchion often used by Ishgardian Templars. This blade is used for dueling and training. She grew to enjoy the feel of this blade during her time on the Bloodsands and eventually commissioned her own when she became an officer in the Maelstrom. She keeps this sword, as well as her Ala Mhigan Scutum on her chocobo's pack.
I N T E R A C T I O N S
H I S T O R Y
T H E 1 7TH
Before the Calamity, the 17th Levy Infantry was a branch of the Thalassocratic Navy's 3rd Squadron. Tasked with patrolling the Straight of Merlthor and the surrounding coasts, the 17th Levy's orders were to occupy and hold the region surrounding Iron Lake. Camp Iron Lake acted as a forward operations center in the Maelstrom's campaigns against the Kobold, while also serving as a first line defense from Garlean forces seeking to infiltrate further south into La Noscea. Shortly before the Levy's demise, Storm Captain Sounsyy Mirke was given orders to safeguard supply caravans and civilian pilgrims moving through the area.
According to Captain Mirke's official report, on the 22nd Sun of the 5th Umbral Moon, a Garlean invasion force attacked the Iron Lake Garrison. As per orders, the 17th Levy held their position against the attack, sustaining heavy losses. Forty-three men and women of the 17th were found among the dead. Those lost were put to sea in the Straight of Merlthor. The remaining seventeen members of the 17th Levy were recalled to Limsa Lominsa and granted leave of absence. However, when the Maelstrom's forces were amassing on the Flats of Carteneau, the 17th Levy returned to active service per Commander of the 3rd Squadron Iyrnlahz Sylbahctsyn's orders. Eleven men and women of the 17th were reported killed in action or are currently missing in action, presumed dead, including Levy Captain Sounsyy Mirke. -Maelstrom Official Records, Year '03 of the Seventh Umbral Era
Sources within Ul'dah's Sultansworn confirm that MIA Levy Captain Mirke suffered severe physical and mental trauma during the Calamity and was admitted into long-term hospitalization at Frondale's Phrontistery. Upon making a full recovery, Levy Captain Mirke was readmitted into the Maelstrom and pardoned of pending court marshal for desertion, reckless endangerment, and war crimes. Commander of the 3rd Squadron, Sabine Gavronchette granted Mirke command of the 3rd Squadron's 8th Levy, Tactical Operations Unit and control over the Thalassocratic Navy's frigate-class, the Roehmerl. Levy Captain Mirke has been ordered to carry out sensitive tactical operations on Thanalan soil while maintaining the cover of protecting trade lines in the Straight of Merlthor. The 8th Levy has been outfitted with trusted veterans to aid her in this endeavor. -Maelstrom Official Records, Year '01 of the Seventh Astral Era
C R I M I N A L R E C O R D
IDENTIFYING CHARACTERISTICS: CRIMINAL RECORD: AFFILIATIONS:
((If your character is Brass Blade or Sultansworn, please feel free to have IC knowledge of Sounsyy's Criminal Record.))
G R I N D S T O N E
A martial competition held near Fresca's Wash, overseen by Arbiter Warren Castille.
Grindstone Records award competitor-alias "Mirke" with crowning three consecutive championships and over twenty individual victories against other fighters before finally being defeated by competitor Leanne Delphium. But not before news of Mirke's unyielding determination and martial feats swept through Ul'dah, resulting in a couple of young fighters posting notes in the Quicksand challenging her to private duels to test their mettle. This has also brought on the unwanted attention of other factions such as the Turks, the Brass Blades, the Sultansworn, and the Adventurer's Guild. Such infamy comes with its own price.
R E D L O T U S
Levy Captain Mirke received an oddly shaped parcel while sleeping one morning in the Coral Tower. Upon opening the package, Sounsyy discovered a small, crimson gemstone bearing an intricate carving of an Ala Mhigan Fighting Fish, along with a letter signed by one "Sisters of the Red Lotus." Having no sense or manipulation over anything aetherial, the gemstone appeared to be just that. Sounsyy, having no other use for it, has since taken to using it as a paperweight and carries it with her in her pack. She had intended to delve deeper into the mystery of who these "Sisters of the Red Lotus" were, but recent events within the Maelstrom have caused the letter to slip from her mind entirely.
E C H O
((In this section, I'll be posting small segments of story from Sounsyy's past. If your character is an Echo user and you want to use the Echo on Sounsyy, let me know and I will direct you to one of these stories and tell you which one your character sees! Please do not use any of these stories ICly without asking me first. If you are not an Echo user, this is strictly OOC info. Thanks!))
Echo Entry #1 - "Carteneau" "Fight me will you?!" The Dunesfolk rasped at the girl, "When I saw you on the Bloodsands you were ruthless - a survivor! A fighter! Where is that girl?" The young Sounsyy glared up at him through the tears in her eyes. "I cannot defeat you with a shield and blade, how am I supposed to win without the blade?!" The aged Dunesfolk scoffed, "Hmph, the girl who bludgeoned a man to death with his own pauldron doesn't know how to win with a fifteen ponz sheet of metal strapped to her arm?!" Sounsyy attacked instantly, but Roroludo was ready. The Dunesfolk held the assault with his own shield, his muscle winning over Sounsyy's full body. "That's the spirit! If you can't defeat a few Ul'dahn gladiators what good are you to Ala Mhigo?" This enraged Sounsyy and she struck out with her shield again, waging a violent assault with her blunt weapon. She struck until the Dunesfolk's shield cracked and then the vision was over, whisking <Player Character> back to Sounsyy's sharp eyes.
All along the center of the main deck stood Maelstrom soldiers, in full regalia, their heads hung, standing firm and still against the rocking tide. Along the gunwale lay rows of caskets adorned with the Lominsan standard. A member of Maelstrom's high command stood between the caskets and crew, reading off from a list of names. A name would be sung out to the Deep, a single musket would answer, and a casket would be tipped over the gunwale into the briny depths below. Her hat was held firmly over her heart, her hollow eyes bore holes into the caskets which lined the gunwale before her. "Private Jeanifre, Ceaulie." The musket fired, and over tipped Ceaulie's casket.
"Private Lohbyldawyn, Khannklin." The musket sang her praise, and the Deep accepted her.
"Private Lohk, T'salhet." The musket crackled and Sounsyy looked away as she tumbled into the sea with a splash. Sounsyy began to weep silently as the next name in line, Corporal Lokeke Loke, was called. A shot rang out, and they too were gone forever. Tears began to stream unbidden from her eyes as she raised her chin to face the next casket being raised.
"2nd Lieutenant Louztoumwyn, Keltsoemr." Sounsyy flinched as the shot cried out. Her eyes drifted down the line. Seventeen still stood by her sides. Most wounded, some being held up by others. Margot, three down the line wept into Himalanka's uniform as his strong arms held the child. Sounsyy turned back to Commander Iyrnlahz as he slowly, painstaking tolled off the names of her fallen Levy. She swallowed down the lump in her throat and held her gaze unblinking as the funeral dragged on.
"Private Lyngzantsyn, Isilhyr." Shot. Splash.
"Private Marlont, Jeanbernard." Fire. Water. Nothing. The vision faded into nothing, those death tolls continuing to echo in <Player Character>'s ears as the world returned around them.
R E F E R E N C E S & L I N K S
Unless otherwise stated, all information below is OOC knowledge. Links to RPC prompts go below:
O O C N O T E S
A R T & S C R E E N S
C H A R A C T E R M U S I C
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