Ashta Sinclair
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Formerly her hair was smooth as silk, holding a light wave in the deepest of ebony. Those ebony locks graced with silver-white strands that would cause most to second guess if snow was caught in each bit of hair. On some occasions, she wears her hair down, gracing past her shoulders. Sweeping along her hips even. However, with recent events, those long waving locks barely pass her shoulders. While she is still coming to terms for the lack of her past style, Ashta feels as if this was a welcomed changed. One she is rather content and happy. With it's layered form, she would occasionally pull it back into a half tail or a headband to keep the loose hairs from her face.
Bright lavender amethyst mix made her eye color. Her eyes often cause issues and rumors to spring forth. As her Father does not share any of her features – eyes as bright as emeralds and hair a fair blonde. Yet this had never held her down, telling many she received most of her features from her late mother. Standing at 5'3”, the woman's body wasn't the perfect ten, yet she was vain enough to believe such. While she had long legs, her torso was rather short compared to others. Narrow hips curving just right to compliment the less then average waistline, moving up along decently sized chest. One in which she tends to try to hid under baggy clothing or binding them down to not be in the way. Moving with a sense of grace, the woman always wore robes and dresses of some kind, always a mix of warm colors, purples, and reds. Yet, times seemed to have changed, her attire has changed with it. Still rather fond of dressing up, her clothing has seem to changed to something of pants and a top. The closer you get to her, there was a light lingering smell of any of the following: Earthy scents, Peach Blossom, Rolandberries, Lavender and Vanilla. Scars- ► Back of both hands and arms from childhood, tutor smacked her with a metal ruler. ► Small cut over one of her knees from falling up stairs. ► Lower abdomen in a sort of crescent shape jagged scar due to assassination attempt. ► Another scar just at her lowest rib from a gun shot during a rescue mission.
(Free Company: Snow Lily Trading or SL-RP )
Snow Lily Trading Company is a sub company under the family company Sinclair Trading. Since the end of the Dragonsong War, Ashta traveled between Ishgard and the southern cities. In her travels she kept a keen eye at how market and trade worked with each city. Speaking with vendors and the like it wasn't long till she traveled to Ishgard to register her company under her family's name. After some time bargaining with vendors, hunters, and tradesmen in Ishgard, Ashta set up a steady trade and market in Ishgard alone. With further experimenting and drawing in quite a profit, she set her sights on Ul'dah. A large income and source of profit with how people would happily spend what gil they wish on something pretty. After registering with Ul'dah, Ashta spoke with fellow Ishgardian booths in the offered a contract to act as business partners. However, these other ones denied her request. If they were not going to join her, then what better way then anything then to give them competition. Slowly, one by one, the other vendors closed their shop. Snow Lily Trading Company offering great deals on higher quality items. Even catering to fellow Isgardians with their own discounts. As long as they have proof of service to Ishgard or a Noble in services to the Great Houses. This caused the ones before to ask for a partnership, yet now their contracts would benefit with a much smaller profit percentage than offered before. With her sights set upon another target, Ashta has quickly turned a profit, bargen, and has her eyes set upon the Far East. Kugane. A risky, yet large goal that has been put into motion far before settling with the vast trade markets of Ul'dah.
Descendant to a Sharlayan researcher by the name of Lilian Beaumont, Ashta continutes the research on and off when she isn't dealing with own her duties. The markings upon her cheeks have been passed down from her Grandmother to mother to herself. Keeping with the tradition till her grandmother's research is complete.
Lilian Beaumont never had her tattoos colored in, she deemed herself not ready for full shadings. Many would have known of her at the time as the one who studied into Void Magic and the Voidsent. Many shunned her for her research and others spoke ill of her. In her studies she left those who shunned her to venture out till she found her self running into an Ishgardian born researcher. His interest was well in the study of dragons and the magic they held in ancient wisdoms. Yet, do to his studies he was deemed a heritic. His name was Yvet Laroche. While both were on the run and working on their research, the two had a aughter. Their daughter went by the name Fleur Baeumont. After a bit of bickering, Fleur took on her mother's last name. Yvet wanted to keep her safe in the chance that she found herself in Ishgard. When Fleur came of age and her interests shared of her mother, Lilian passed her tattoos on to her daughter. Even studying in secret, even practicing the craft herself. Fleur became quite interested in a young Lord in Ishgard. A couple of young lords. One happily married her. A lord by the name of Acel Chevalier. He married this young woman once he found she was with child. He couldn't let Fleur raise what he believed to be his soon to be daughter alone. At this time, those loyal to the Church found where Lilian and Yvet were hiding. While it took every ounce of her strength at the time, Fleur watched with countless others as they were found of heresy and put to death. It strengthen her resolve and continued the research of her mother's. Writing in a journal specifically to her daughter, Ashta. Even when the longest winter night took Lord Yvet from the both of them. To which Fleur spoke out to the man who took Ashta in, Lord Lionel Sinclair. As Ashta grew enough to understand, she told her mother that she would keep the tradition. The day she took on the markings, she and her mother were celebrating even after Lionel once more denied that this ebony haired little girl was his daughter. This day, however, changed Ashta's life for the better or worse. Depending on who was questioned. Then... Dragons came on an assault. That day Ashta watched in terror as one of the dragons tore it's way across the path and Fleur pushed her away. Taken off in the jaws of the dragon. All that was left from her mother was was a cracked soul crystal and a the terrified child. Lord Lionel Sinclair took her in after this incident, feeling pity for the child. Ward and Bastard Daughter of Lord Sinclair. Only Ashta knew the truth that this man was not her real father.
Prim, proper, relax, and terrible at small talk. Some of the simple ways to describe this woman. Others would assume she was a complete proper Lady, however, when something catches her interest Ashta would typically forget herself, with an additional yet subtle cringe – as if expected to feel the sting of a switch (a ruler or otherwise). Often, she would be seen gently rubbing the back of her hands should she forget herself and all the years of how to be a proper lady drilled into her behavior. Remaining quiet unless spoken too in most cases, Ashta tends to not follow this and engage into talk with others.
When she is comfortable around someone, small talk would come easy to her. In fact, she has a small playful side that the Lady would sneak in a few subtle jests on subjects they would be talking of. Not very often she would even a few subtle flirtatious comments. Rather laid back for someone who grew up as a Bastard child. When something peaks her interest, Ashta would spend a moment of time on the subject. Asking questions, thinking back to her studies. While not admitting it, she is very interested in the medical studies, it is just her squeamish nature that would prevent her from ever doing anything in that field. Due to her Noble background, she is watchful. Having a knack of reading peoples actions and emotions. At times, she is able to read some situations. Something she has able to use in real world situations.
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