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<div style="padding: 7px 4px;font-size:13px; color:#999999;font-family:Georgia;border-bottom:1px;border-bottom:1px dotted;letter-spacing:0.2em;font-variant: small-caps;">'''OOC Note'''</div> | <div style="padding: 7px 4px;font-size:13px; color:#999999;font-family:Georgia;border-bottom:1px;border-bottom:1px dotted;letter-spacing:0.2em;font-variant: small-caps;">'''OOC Note'''</div> | ||
− | : <div align=justify><div style="padding: 7px 4px;font-size:13px; font-family:Georgia;"> | + | : <div align=justify><div style="padding: 7px 4px;font-size:13px; font-family:Georgia;">I would rather not engage in combat. If any, I would prefer /random duels. |
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<div style="padding: 7px 4px;font-size:13px; color:#999999;font-family:Georgia;letter-spacing:0.2em;font-variant: small-caps;"><b>Childhood</b></div> | <div style="padding: 7px 4px;font-size:13px; color:#999999;font-family:Georgia;letter-spacing:0.2em;font-variant: small-caps;"><b>Childhood</b></div> | ||
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+ | Born in a small hut in the desert, Ico was a daughter in a long line of women who were gifted with the ability to read futures and fortunes. Her father was a travelling merchant, her mother a fortune teller. They both made a pittance in gil, but they were happy. It is a philosophy that has been passed down, that one does not need gil nor objects to lead a happy life. Ico was raised lovingly in their care until she was ten, whereupon they both died of old age. First her father, then her mother. Ico was left alone, but she was not afraid. Taking the crystal ball which had been passed down by generations, Ico set upon becoming a fortune teller on her own. She had basic education, but the knowledge to read fortunes had been the most important lesson of all. She left her childhood home with the clothes on her back, the ball and its pedestal in a bag, and nothing else. | ||
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<div style="padding: 7px 4px;font-size:13px; color:#999999;font-family:Georgia;letter-spacing:0.2em;font-variant: small-caps;"><b>Adulthood</b></div> | <div style="padding: 7px 4px;font-size:13px; color:#999999;font-family:Georgia;letter-spacing:0.2em;font-variant: small-caps;"><b>Adulthood</b></div> | ||
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− | : <div style="font-family:Georgia;"><font size="2"> | + | : <div style="font-family:Georgia;"><font size="2">The desert is vast, and she was but a child in the cusp of her womanhood. Ico began with the beast tribes that dotted the outskirts of the desert. The Amal'jaa were amused by her readings, and their women tended to Ico when food and water were scarce. Were it not for them, she would have likely died. She did not have the experience to wander, but she learned. Always returning to the Amal'jaa, by the time she was fifteen, she felt she had become a full fledged fortune teller. Though she lacks the strength and aether to fight, Ico used her small stature to hide behind trees and rocks when needed. And that is how she came to the Shroud, where a turning point in her life began.It began innocently enough. Exchanged glances in the market. Furtive smiles. Eventually, shy introductions. He was a Miqo'te. Tall and tanned, with a kind azure gaze, and hair as dark as the night. K'ovu. His name was honey upon her words, and they fell in love the way only the young can. Quickly, with passion. Though it was quick, what they had was true. Ico had began to make charms to sell. She had quickly learned that not charging for fortunes often left her with no gil. But they were not always bought. It was then that K'ovu would buy one, as a means to have some gil of her own. They lived a simple life. His was the life of a carpenter, but his dreams were with adventuring. He had promised her marriage. A daughter to carry on what generations before had passed down onto Ico. Perhaps that was his downfall. He found her, in their small and humble home, raving of ruins that promised to be teeming with treasure. He had even found adventurers to help. Ico let him go. Yet what returned was not her K'ovu, but the empty shell that was his body. Carried by the adventurers who had sworn to protect him. A sword to the chest. Ico should have seen it coming. But she had turned away from the truth. And now, she paid the prize. Burying her man, and her heart along him, Ico swore to never allow herself to be close to another. The pain was unbearable. She was eighteen.</font></div><br> |
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<div style="padding: 7px 4px;font-size:13px; color:#999999;font-family:Georgia;letter-spacing:0.2em;font-variant: small-caps;"><b>Moving Forward</b></div> | <div style="padding: 7px 4px;font-size:13px; color:#999999;font-family:Georgia;letter-spacing:0.2em;font-variant: small-caps;"><b>Moving Forward</b></div> | ||
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− | : <div style="font-family:Georgia;"><font size="2">.</font></div> | + | : <div style="font-family:Georgia;"><font size="2">Safety in the sands. Ico returns to Thanalan. She is tranquil. Calm. Serene. She has found peace in her loss, and comfort in her distance. Returning to the Amal'jaa, she continued to tell fortunes, eventually making her way to the great city of Ul'dah. Five years had passed, with hardly a word spoken beyond fortunes. Now, she is often found in the Quicksand. Selling her charms, surviving by eating scraps that are granted by Momodi and Mother Miounne. She now takes donations for her fortunes.</font></div> |
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