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− | <div style="padding: 7px 4px;font-size:13px; color:#444146;font-family:Georgia;"> Shaped by stories of eld, of legends and departed heroes in a bygone world and creatures fantastic, Teora dreamt of following the footsteps of an adventurer and creating her own tale. Yet, tales of the wondrous and the intriguing are not granted to all to who ask, no matter the desire. Ever slighted by the lack of her physical mastery and scarcity of focus, Teora bears the burden of her perceived failures; and though others would label her an accomplished healer, she has mind to disagree and mention, instead, that she is an "excellent crafter" and "inventor". Over time, she has become wont to fall into the depths of her machinations, and new acquaintances oft remark on her proclivity to gravitate towards the technical in conversation. Once, she harbored ambition to supply the adventurers and heroes of Eorzea with superior weapons and goods to compensate for her inability to participate, yet the fangs of poverty have ensnarled her betwixt its jaws. Teora's time is now oft spent crafting illicit goods for Ul'dah's dark underbelly, causing her no small amount of resentment and self-loathing. | + | <div style="padding: 7px 4px;font-size:13px; color:#444146;font-family:Georgia;"> Shaped by stories of eld, of legends and departed heroes in a bygone world and creatures fantastic, Teora dreamt of following the footsteps of an adventurer and creating her own tale. Yet, tales of the wondrous and the intriguing are not granted to all to who ask, no matter the desire. Ever slighted by the lack of her physical mastery and scarcity of focus, Teora bears the burden of her perceived failures; and though others would label her an accomplished healer, she has mind to disagree and mention, instead, that she is an "excellent crafter" and "inventor". Over time, she has become wont to fall into the depths of her machinations, and new acquaintances oft remark on her proclivity to gravitate towards the technical in conversation. Once, she harbored ambition to supply the adventurers and heroes of Eorzea with superior weapons and goods to compensate for her inability to participate, yet the fangs of poverty have ensnarled her betwixt its jaws. Teora's time is now oft spent crafting illicit goods for Ul'dah's dark underbelly to survive, causing her no small amount of resentment and self-loathing. |
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"Though I sympathize with this dandiprat, firmly entrenched betwixt crime and poverty, I am nevertheless helpless, yet to continue admonishing her for the laws she breaks. Her chicanery is ever the decision she seems determined to make, and as such her lot will end in tragedy." ~ Guard Sergeant Tilmund Strongfist "Had she the physical strength to swing the sword, or the focus to cast her magics consistently, a job would have been proffered. Alas, she can do neither. Behind those sapphire eyes the gears turn forever forward, but none are privy to her thoughts." ~ Momoru Moru, Adventurer. "The quality of your goods are fine, flaws imperceptible when examined by less than master smiths. If not for the brand placed upon, I would have assumed them stolen. Though your body remains frail and fragile, ever does your imagination and crafting skill shine brilliantly. 'Tis clear supplying to the underbelly pains you, yet I am not of mind to release your debt, as your ingenuity is too valuable a commodity." ~ P.X., Black Market Supplier
Labeled "diminutive" and "slight" by strangers, in truth she is underfed, scrawny and physically weak. Malnutrition in her younger years left her a head shorter and more fragile than many other Miqo'te. Oft confused for a Seeker of the Sun at a distance due to her fair complexion and light-toned, wild and short hair, it is only upon closer inspection can one see her deep teal irises and round pupils, if they can overlook the dirt and grime layered upon her skin. Her clothes are tattered, old and patched, marking her as being firmly in the claws of deep poverty.
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Shaped by stories of eld, of legends and departed heroes in a bygone world and creatures fantastic, Teora dreamt of following the footsteps of an adventurer and creating her own tale. Yet, tales of the wondrous and the intriguing are not granted to all to who ask, no matter the desire. Ever slighted by the lack of her physical mastery and scarcity of focus, Teora bears the burden of her perceived failures; and though others would label her an accomplished healer, she has mind to disagree and mention, instead, that she is an "excellent crafter" and "inventor". Over time, she has become wont to fall into the depths of her machinations, and new acquaintances oft remark on her proclivity to gravitate towards the technical in conversation. Once, she harbored ambition to supply the adventurers and heroes of Eorzea with superior weapons and goods to compensate for her inability to participate, yet the fangs of poverty have ensnarled her betwixt its jaws. Teora's time is now oft spent crafting illicit goods for Ul'dah's dark underbelly to survive, causing her no small amount of resentment and self-loathing.
Engaged regularly with her own thoughts and oblivious to the outside world, loud noises easily startle her and lead to swift frustration. Described at times as 'inattentive' and 'neglectful' by outsiders, she can, at times, be an acquired taste -- though this stems not from lack of interest or the pursuit of hostility towards others, but merely a lack of ability and awkwardness towards socialization. Not always apparent, she is abhorrent of being lonesome, yet she can frequently be found only in her own company merely due to her sheepishness; and at other times she may be found speaking directly to her creations. Still, she finds other ways to show affection and appreciation, unusual they may be. In a twist of fate, she yearns to have recognition yet despises being the center of attention; a destructive combination that makes her malleable, easily misled and prone to manipulation.
Counted among her greatest values are freedom and independence for herself and those around her.
"From that canyon he plucked me as a babe, and like a sire he became onto me. Knowledge and stories he bequeathed to me, in that I learned to be resourceful, intelligent in my applications; and ways of healing magic became known to me. Truly, a better education could not be afforded. In those days we had companions with whom to sit by the flames after the passing of the sun and enjoy company; but their names and faces have been obscured from thought. My adopted sire, too, escapes my memory. When I attempt to recollect his face, I see naught but brightness and shadows. That day, those many years ago, I lost all, like so many others. Yet though their identity fades from me, the lessons imparted have never strayed from my mind. In this, I am as I began: with wraiths stalking my every footstep in the darkness." - Teo on her past
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