X'shuyet Etki

)⌯➳ Ꭰαυɢнтer oғ Ꮢн'eтĸι “A vine-hung garden sculpture, a crooked dagger, and a silk heart.” A puzzling thing with a wild heart is how she'd prefer to preset herself. The luster of her hair upon an ocean of ink black waves and curls, toppling and freely unraveled over her disiplined, feminine features. And smeared across her unmissable, feral-bitten gaze, lavendar and tribal paintings state her title. A Dune Huntress. Ghoul-Eyed. Forest hearted Specter. Warrior and Consort to The Holy Warden; The Burning Lady of the East & West. A strange pure-bred Keeper, she. Such was a life that she was adopted into at an early age, and has only recently brushed her Keeper heritage with her fingertips. This is her perticular story... Race Miqo'te. Clan Keeper of the Moon. Age Twenty-Three ~ Twenty-Five. Nameday ??? Deity Azeyma, The Warden. Romance info Single - Polyamory - Attracted; Unattached. Occupation Warrior. Huntress. Muse for hire. Height Approximately five fulms. Build Boyish, lean and muscular.

— appearance —

Shuyet switches between allowing her thick, frizzy hair to overgrow, or taming it short. There's no clear merit as to why she carelessly grooms her jet black locks the way she does. If it's not messy and over her shoulders, then her bed head is before the neck.

Without fail, if her gaze lands on you, you'll notice her odd eyes. A kind, warm pink claims the left eye. While a peaceful, brilliant green has the other. Her messy bangs lazily drape over her eyes---or typically her left, if she decides to brush it out the way.

The woman typically wears an annoyed, outwardly jaded expression. X'shuyet's soft, feminine features fools most into thinking her mannerisms are graceful and polite. She counters this by adopting masculine fashion and carrying weapons openly at all times. This, in turn, gives her a specific charm; mysterious and dangerous.

Because Shu is 5 films and moderately built, she's not shy in flaunting her body. She supports light muscles from biceps, abs, all the way to her calves. The only time her strength is visible, however, is if she actively flexes. The huntress eats regularly, but just enough to become full and well-rested. Shuyet's form is one of a young, fit woman. No defining curves or bust

After being initiated into her current tribe, she was gifted the hunting attire and ceremonial gowns that she prides on her person. She altered her wardrobe to better look her part all together. On uncommon occasions, casual picked city clothing will squeeze against her form. Her style embraces masculinity and boyish flare, and is either tightly fit, with just enough freedom in the joints of the clothes to leave her agility unaffected; or she's in black robes, organized and sharp from the neck down.  

FACE CLAIM : Undecided; Reference Place Holder.

VOICE : Singing Voice. Speaking voice: Raspy, Boyish, Tough, Mature.

SCARRING : The young woman has only a few scars painted onto her skin. Most importantly, she has sacred soulgem fragments burned into both wrists. Yet another to note is a thin scar running from her ankle to her kneecap. Then to her least noticeable being the faded bruises and cuts on her knuckles. Additional cuts pepper her fingers and palms.

MARKINGS : X'shuyet has three key markings on her person. Two on her face, while the other stays hidden on her ankle.

Warrior Stripe . . . After she was accepted into the Dune Specter tribe, she was branded as one of Azeyma's warriors and huntresses. To display her status, she smears a mixture of black ochres, lemon balm, and lavender beginning at either temple, to her eyes, then the bridge of her nose.

Mark of Rhino . . . To honor her previous tribe, Shuyet dips her pinky finger into dark smear, and dashes the painted pad of her digit above her warrior stripe. It appears as a small Rhino horn. As the last of her people, she wears this out of respect and mourning.

Sisters of Gold . . . On her ankle, this mark is hidden under thick gauze. It's a common symbol worn by a young servant girls. This typically meant they were not allowed to be touched and could only be dancers, caretakers, and house cleaners. It was a time Shu would rather forget, and often doesn't speak about. She stayed in this entertainment house for a cycle.

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— personality —

Misik'a is surprisingly friendly -- or he means to be, but his frankly abysmal social skills leave most people feeling at least a little unsettled. Often content with just hearing what others have to say, he speaks very rarely; and when he does, he's quite sparing with his words. As a result, he tends to be almost offensively blunt. This, combined with a consistently expressionless face and a voice so deadpan one could hardly believe he sings with it, often gives the impression that he'd much rather be left to himself. An unfortunate consequence, as he's quite prone to boredom and loneliness.

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sightseeing / crowd watching	▹	he's experiencing the world for the first time.
being doted on	▹	Misik'a grew up lonely, and his personality doesn't exactly lend itself to receiving tons of interaction. positive attention is highly welcome.
shady people?	▹	they're interesting, and Misik'a is curious.

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strict schedules	▹	growing up largely alone has its perks -- Misik'a is accustomed to doing whatever he wants, whenever he wants. the passage of time means very little to him.
fingered gloves	▹	they make his hands feel clunky, and it's weird to touch something and not feel its texture. archery and songweaving also feel more precise with no fabric to get in the way.
ambiguity	▹	manipulative behavior, dishonesty, beating around the bush. it's difficult enough for him to understand normal interactions, why are you making it harder?

etc

alignment	▹	true neutral
faults	▹	tactless, naive, sticks his nose where it doesn't belong.
favorite foods	▹	homemade, hearty things.
favorite color	▹	they're all good, but there's something especially nice about white.

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— history —

childhood

Misik'a was born to a rather eccentric couple: his mother, stricken with insatiable wanderlust, had left her clan behind at a young age to pursue a life of adventuring; and his father, treasuring her above all else, fell in naturally beside her.

The decision to finally settle down and have a child was consciously made, but poorly thought out. Misik, having grown up in a large clan herself, greatly underestimated the responsibility and commitment of raising a child without the help of fellow clanswomen. She quickly found herself overwhelmed and out-of-sorts at the distressingly needy son Menphina had deigned to give her, and restless with the quiet, secluded pocket of the Shroud the couple had chosen to make their own. Although well-meaning, Misik proved to be rather untalented in parenting, often letting her frustration slip into her interactions with her young son. Misik'a was discouraged from asking for too much, clinging too much, or otherwise behaving in unseemly ways, however normal for a child they may have been. His father proved to be slightly better at handling him. Patient, indulgent, and a well of soothing calm, he allowed Misik'a to be a kid -- but being rather stoic himself, he did not go out of his way to engage or encourage it.

Eventually, the pull to be back on the road became irresistible. Each call to arms, every cry for help was a siren song to an adventurer whose greatest years had been spent being a hero to others. Sporadically throughout his childhood and at increasingly longer intervals, Misik'a was left in the care of an elderly miqo'te woman by the name of Fen, who his mother had befriended during her earlier years as an adventurer and developed a respect and fondness for. A highly skilled songstress, Fen spent much of their time together instructing Misik'a in the art of music. She became incredibly fond of him and gradually began thinking of him as her own, perhaps out of grievance of her third son, Fen'li, lost to her at an age close to Misik'a's own.

teenage

Once it became clear that Misik'a could begin taking care of himself (having learned hunting and foraging from his mother, who was oft restless for activity, and the more domestic tasks from his father, who had much more patience for the mundane), visits from his parents became fewer and further between, until it became uncertain that he would ever see them again.

Leaving home in search of them seemed out of the question. As an ex-Coeurlclaw, Fen was highly paranoid and mistrustful of anyone outside of their small circle -- Gridanians, adventurers, fellow miqo'te Keepers alike. Of all her lessons, this she emphasized the most: do not leave home, do not interact with anyone else. They will hate you for what you are. Despite his parents' prolonged ventures outside of home, or perhaps precisely because they never came home to remind him otherwise, Misik'a had no reason to question it.

The majority of these days were spent aimlessly and whimsically, with the distant hope that perhaps a well-maintained home, a carefully prepared meal, and a new, vigorously rehearsed song would make his parents proud to return and regale him with tales of their victories. Maybe they would even stay longer than a few suns (they never do, but it's nice to have a goal to work towards).

Visits to Fen's were periodic, in part to curb his own boredom, but to take care of the aging woman as well. In her old age, Fen had begun losing her eyesight -- and what she lost in vision, she seemed to gain in protectiveness bordering on possessiveness. Referring to Misik'a solely as Fen'li at this point, she became irritable (and, on poorer days, downright terrifying) if he so much as mentioned his missing parents, or behaved in any way that betrayed her memory of her dead son's personality.

Her company was not always pleasant, and it became increasingly difficult to interact with her in any way that wasn't through music. But she was all Misik'a knew, and all he had, so he learned to bury himself and what words he had left.

present

(this section is still kinda being worked out and is a bit messy/rushed. may change.)

Fen's eventual death was rather unremarkable, having passed in her sleep of old age. Upon realization, Misik'a was left feeling rather cold and numb in a quiet, creeping sort of shock -- for such an influential, looming presence in his life to pass with no event, of such calm, mundane causes, seemed entirely wrong, like it had never really happened. For a while, it almost seems like it didn't.

He doesn't know what to do, so he does what he knows. He looks after their secluded little home. He hunts, and prepares meals for two (sometimes still three). He takes naps in all his favorite places, plays old songs and sometimes new ones, and amuses himself watching the odd little voidsent occasionally seen weaving their way through the foliage this deep into the Twelveswood.

It's utterly unfulfilling and lonely in a way Misik'a can't bear, until an adventurer -- horrendously lost -- stumbles their way into the territory. None have ever come so close before.* He really shouldn't engage, and everything he knows screams at him to lay low and leave the stranger be, but really, what does he have left to lose?

He almost doesn't know what to give as his name, but is quietly elated to find the stranger is, in fact, perfectly pleased with Misik'a, just as he is.

He really shouldn't leave home, either, but it turns out breaking the rules is easy -- so long as there is the invitation to do so, and a companion to encourage the way forward.

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* unbeknownst to Misik'a, Fen had actually been "protecting" the territory from outsiders up until her death, via manipulative and often malicious song magicks. There are murmurs throughout the Twelveswood of a powerful siren, or perhaps banshee, making her home in the darkest reaches of the wood.

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— rumors —

common knowledge ▿

"When will this moron stop coding useless things?" — Me, at Myself

"Quis ipsum suspendisse ultrices gravida dictum fusce ut. Magna sit amet purus gravida quis blandit turpis cursus." — someone

"Ut aliquam purus sit amet luctus venenatis. Non tellus orci ac auctor." — someone else

gossip ▿

"Viverra orci sagittis eu volutpat. Nulla facilisi morbi tempus iaculis urna id. Quis risus sed vulputate odio ut enim blandit." — ugh

"Enim sit amet venenatis urna cursus eget. At auctor urna nunc id cursus metus." — ughh

"Nibh cras pulvinar mattis nunc sed." — ughhhh

under wraps ▿

"he dies in the end" — lmao

interviewed ▿

"I don’t know if I’d call it sneaking around... he gives me the same feeling as--..oh! Looking overhead and the stars seem to be following you. Wouldn’t you agree that if the stars were watching us, you’d feel safe somehow?... You look like you’re going to sneeze--" — Azuki Nhaara

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— relationships —

♥ romantic love    ♡ platonic love    ▲ positive    ■ neutral    ▼ negative

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L'yuta Tia

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callout post about killing plants

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Cessna Forsythe

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permanently in mage school

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Shashana Shana

"..."

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starmot

♡

Azuki Nhaara

"..."

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GOODEST BOY

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Isse Yuuji

"..."

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idek

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— ooc —

notes

▹  i'm too shy to actually rp, i just like making stuff pretty

▹  feel free to use and tweak the layout, just be sure to leave credit (you can find some nice decorative symbols here)

▹  character info last updated 04 december 2018

▹  layout last updated 15 october 2018

ingame

▹  balmung server, pst (utc -8)

links

▹  xiv tumblr

▹  public/art twitter

▹  blank layout code (old). i will be working on a flexible, hopefully easy to set up version for the current layout as well if there is interest.

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Template	Bancroft Gairn
Layout reference	D'lyhhia Lhuil
Other fiddling	Misik'a Rahsi