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− | : <div style="font-family:Georgia;"><font size="2"> | + | : <div style="font-family:Georgia;"><font size="2">Syrenead, fourth daughter of the fourth daughter, was raised deep in the Shroud, in a small branch of the Ijla tribe. Numbering in only a few dozen, the tribe spent its days tending to the largest of their home trees, pulling up invading plants, keeping the waterways clear, and doing controlled burns when necessary. The last of which was the job of Syrenead’s immediate family: Her grandmothers, her three aunts, her mothers, and her six sisters. |
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+ | : <div style="font-family:Georgia;"><font size="2">From an early age, she was taught the importance - and danger - of fire. Fire, her mother llavleshal explained when Syrenead was barely old enough to walk, was one of the givers of life. From the ashes created by the fire, the soil is strengthened, and new plants grow. New plants bring more animals, and thus life continues. But fire, uncontrolled, would doom entire forests to death. Syrenead, then, had to always be careful with fire. And she was, and still is. | ||
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+ | : <div style="font-family:Georgia;"><font size="2">The source of the tragic fire was not known. But on a windy summer nightm, in her 10th year, a blaze from the north tore through the trees and the ground below. She still remembers the heat, the smoke, how very different it was from the clearings her family did. It smelled horrible, toxic. But she ran, as did everyone else. Trees containing homes lit up and the screams rang around her as she bolted to the river. Her skin burned, she burned, until she came to an overhang much too high above the swirling water. But with the fire fast approaching, she jumped. | ||
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+ | : <div style="font-family:Georgia;"><font size="2">That was the last she remembered. | ||
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+ | : <div style="font-family:Georgia;"><font size="2">Syrenead woke up in a house. At least, she thought it was a house. She was under soft blankets she did not know, in a bed she did not know. Panic seized her and she tried to move to the door, but pain lanced through her, from the tips of her ears to the backs of her legs. She cried, then. It hurt.</font></div><br> | ||
+ | : <div style="font-family:Georgia;"><font size="2">“Hush, my child, you’re safe, you need to rest. You are in Bentbranch, in the Shroud. Your burns need healing. You’re damn lucky they weren’t that serious,” said a voice from across the room.</font></div><br> | ||
+ | : <div style="font-family:Georgia;"><font size="2">An Elezen man sat in a chair near the door, tipped back so he could rest his head next to the window. She’d seen Elezen before, in the distance, but never met one, and neither had any of her tribe. He looked older, perhaps in the middle of his life. Despite his words, she grimaced and struggled to sit. She could see and feel many bandages. The dressing was clumsy, but good enough to cover what was needed.</font></div><br> | ||
+ | : <div style="font-family:Georgia;"><font size="2">The man cocked his head, watching her inspect his treatment job. “My name is Liovent Deibaut. What might I call you? Do you remember anything?”</font></div><br> | ||
+ | : <div style="font-family:Georgia;"><font size="2">“Syrenead,” she said after a long pause. “Syrenead, of the Ijla tribe. I… there was a fire, but not the ones we set. Toxic… horrible. I jumped in the river.”</font></div><br> | ||
+ | : <div style="font-family:Georgia;"><font size="2">“The river is where we found you, Syrenead of the Ijla tribe. On the banks, not far from here. Now, I don’t know what sort of folk you are, but we welcome all sorts here. Rest, we’ll figure everything out later.”</font></div><br> | ||
+ | : <div style="font-family:Georgia;"><font size="2">And so they did. Once her burns were healed enough and she could walk without falling, she was taught the ways of what the Dobitant family did: Chocobo raising. She’d never seen a Chocobo before, not even in the distance, and she fell in love with the giant birds. She wanted to know everything about them, from grooming to feeding to taiming to riding. And ride she did! First on older, tamer chocobos, and then, in her 15th year, Syrenead was given her own: a thrice-damned hellbeast of a male - one who took a year to tame.</font></div><br> | ||
+ | : <div style="font-family:Georgia;"><font size="2">When not helping with the Chocobos, Liovent’s wife, Nevenne, taught Syrenead all she thought was essential for a citizen of Eorzea should know: Reading, writing, math, history. She never picked up on the history as much as Nevenne would have liked, but she studied hard enough to learn the basics of many subjects.</font></div><br> | ||
+ | : <div style="font-family:Georgia;"><font size="2">While she enjoyed the quiet life with Liovent and Nevenne, she felt in her heart that she was meant to leave, to explore. And so, in her 20th year, she bid an emotional goodbye to the couple, packed her bags, and rode off. But not before telling them her new, adult name, as was Viera custom: Syrenead Dei-Ijla. She would love them always.</font></div><br> | ||
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+ | : <div style="font-family:Georgia;"><font size="2">Liovent and Nevenne, along with other residents of Bentbranch, had taught Syrenead the basics of survival that she did not already know. While she knew about tracking, plants, animals, she did not know about people. That is, other folk. She encountered many while growing up, all sorts of races that had congregated in Gridania and the surrounding area. Syrenead was taught the names of races, where they came from, what they were known for. From individuals, she learned customs and rituals.</font></div><br> | ||
+ | : <div style="font-family:Georgia;"><font size="2">As she travelled, this knowledge grew and grew. In caravans, she learned stories, and told her own in kind. Merchants taught her the fine arts of bargaining and bartering. From Sellswords, she learned how to fight with more than a beat up bow and a slightly dull lance. Most regarded Syrenead as strange, having never met a Viera, but accepted her when it was clear she would pull her own weight, and more besides.</font></div><br> | ||
+ | : <div style="font-family:Georgia;"><font size="2">Syrenead went everywhere she could pay passage to go, all around Eorzea, even to Ishgard - Chocobo included, she would never leave him behind. Life beyond the forest, though still a painful memory, was thrilling to her. She wanted to take it all in, experience everything she could. Though there were places she didn’t like (mostly Ul’dah), every place was a new opportunity.</font></div><br> | ||
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Revision as of 21:12, 20 February 2020
Syrenead Dei-ijla
Fire-Dancer, Bringer of Renewal
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General Information Syrenead Bjri Dei-ijla, she says to everyone. It's her full name, a Rava Viera name, and she'll be damned if anyone doesn't know it. She is, as far as she knows, the last survivor of her branch of the Ijla tribe that was otherwise wiped out in an unexpected forest fire when she was a child. Syrenead was found on a riverbank near Bentbranch Meadows, burnt and half-drowned, by a couple who made their living raising draft Chocobos. After she was nursed back to health, she was taught the proper way of Chocobo raising, handling, and riding, and Syrenead fell in love with the giants. Thus, she grew up on the fringes of Gridanian society. Syrenead learned the ways of the Hyur and Elezen that lived there, of how they thought of the Elementals and how they chose to live with nature. It never felt right. When she came of age, she decided to travel all over Eorzea, trading her skills at Chocobo handling in exchange for passage. If the usual cart handler got to sleep while this strange rabbit-woman manned the reins? Shoot, that'd be just grand. Sure, she picked fights with other Sellswords sometimes, but hey, she held her own. Appearance
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