Cybelee Skain
■ ALIAS Black Widow ■ NICKNAMES Cy, Cybe ■ RACE & CLAN Miqo'te Seeker of the Sun ■ GENDER Female ■ THEME More Human Than Human |
■ CITIZENSHIP She thought Gridania but recently found out she may have been adopted. ■ RESIDENCE The Goblet, Ward 10, Apartment 80something. ■ OCCUPATIONS Alchemist. ■ PATRON DEITY Rhalgr, the Destroyer. ■ HEIGHT 5 fulms, 1 ilms ■ Namesday 25th Sun of the 6th Astral Moon.
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GENERAL APPEARANCE
She is average height and has a slender yet curvy physique. Her hair is violet with white/yellow highlights and she changes her style of hair often with her moods. She was born with full thick lips and wears her eye makeup a little dark.
Scars & Markings: During her assassin training with knives she accumulated many little scars that decorate most of her body. Only someone who knew and was intimate with her would ever see them.
Clothing: When traveling to town she can be usually seen lavishly adorned with volumes of skirts ever so positioned to hide her precious weapons and her most prized possession, her mother’s journal. She can be seen randomly navigating the wilds alone or with a companion in anything she so chooses.
MISCELLANEOUS
- When in the wilds she can be seen with a leather journal.
- She Says she is looking for fauna and flora in the area to document.
- She feels she has a dark and twisted side to her.
- She hides it from people
- She is always trying to find water to wade in.
PERSONALITY
She is outgoing and fun to be around. Quite naïve as she has little worldly experiences. Innocent but learning the ways of love and relationships. Loves adventure and can sneak navigate the wilderness fairly easily alone. She spends large amounts of time alone trying to finish her mother’s journal. But she loves being around her good friends and is creating strong bonds.
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COMBAT
Found on Page 10 Reference to a sibling with a scribbled drawing of a necklace Cybelee wears.
HISTORY
Common Rumors
"She seems to be a happy sort."
Rare Rumors-rarely spoken aloud
"She has a darkness to her, people pretend not to notice. I have seen her eyes shift and the air turn to static." - Guard from North Shroud “I see her come and go, she is always carrying oddly shaped packages across the back of her chocobo. I wonder what she does out in the old shack. She is such a sweet girl though.” - Chachamun
PC Rumors Rumors-Player created rumors, feel free to post.
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The weird DREAM....
Living in Sand d’Oria for many years she learned how to shoot guns and steal magic from various critters around the world of Vana’diel. She looked in the mirror at herself, a red headed Mithra with wild hair. Her tail long and elegant, she brushed all her hair out until it was silky smooth. She could tell she was outgoing and courageous by the way she carried herself through this strange world.
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Sitting on the dock
Sitting on the dock dangling her feet into the cool water below. She peers into the reflection of the grown women. A tear drops into the still picture disrupting the surface. Her thoughts are of her family and her earliest memories. She knows now they are not her real family, and has yet to meet them. But the people who raised her until they grew too afraid of the women she was becoming and the strangeness within her. Her thoughts simplified to a moment she was running through the field of bee hives. Her father worked with the bee’s to make his mead, he then sold to Gridania. Her mother not far away with a picnic basket sitting on a blanket enjoying the sun. She was a small girl at that time so walking through the grass that nearly hid her from the world was her favorite past time, then coming up to her chin, now her waist. Her thoughts shifted to a more somber and confusing time in her childhood. She was laying in her bunk almost a sleep when she heard hushed voices from her parent’s room. Talk about a darkness and sending her to the healers in Gridania to fix her. This was confusing because she felt completely normal and didn’t understand the sickness her parents spoke. It wouldn’t be until years later she would find out for herself the gifts her real parents had issued her through their Genes. She loved her parents, the ones that raised her, they were all she had known. Her mother used to collect flowers from around the area and extract their properties to mix them with other substances to make things happen. She kept all her information trapped in a book she kept close to her at all times. Cybelee pulled the leather bounded journal from her pocket, being careful not to drop it into the water, she flipped it open looking through the same journal she now kept close to her. Like her mother did. Water fell from her eyes as anger filling her with rage she only got like this when thinking of how many times she had been abandoned by the ones who were supposed to love her. She didn’t even wipe it away she just let them fall for a moment and then straighten up refusing to let it bury her in grief. She didn’t even know why she felt that she should still care or carry this stupid book around. It wasn’t really her mother’s book any longer she herself has added more information to the pages than her mother ever dreamed of doing. Cybelee shoved the book back into her pocket into the many folds of her skirt she had hiked up around her thighs to danger her feet into the water. Deciding that the book was still important to her and she knew many ways to heal or kill a man dead with a sniff of what she could make. A sparkle distracting her, it did that often, her beautiful ring her husband gave her. She walked around bumping into walls for the first week after they wed because she couldn’t stop staring at the darn thing. Him being her second husband. Many people would find it hard to believe that she has been married as many times as that and still be the young age of 24. Remembering the dream briefly, maybe even her third husband, waving her hand to get that image out of her head she sighed. Her first husband, or was he actually the second, Severin, He was a good man. He also had a very interesting past, Cybelee being his second wife.
A very very big change…….
After Severin had disappeared from the world, Cybelee’s whispers became loud and overbearing, pushing her forward. With nobody in her life questioning her actions, she started giving into the voices. They seemed to know what they were talking about since they told her of things she could find or something that another person was doing. Being drawn to the cool water, she slips off her shoes and wades into the relaxing pool. The water flows slowly by, swirling around her legs in circles. Returning to the bank she stumbles on a slippery rock under the water, she curses. “Why am I out here again in the middle of nowhere?” she asks herself aloud with nobody around to hear the question except a frog somewhere off in the distance who croaks in response. She picks herself up and continues traversing the waterway to the shore. The voices told her of a rare plant that could inhibit her subjects so they would feel no pain and be immobilized, while she performed the healing methods she had been teaching herself. She was in the deepest parts of Eastern Shroud looking for a plant the voices called Belladonna, she was quite excited to test the new plant out, its properties cause a paralysis of sorts. A black shiny berry in all this wilderness, she looked around to make sure she still knew her bearings. In her peripheral she saw something coming at her fast and the ringing in her ears of a war cry. And then silence…… She saw nothing but darkness as she cracked her eyelids slowly open. Movement around her, maybe 4? She started trying to figure out her position to come up with a plan of escape. Trying to move her arms toward her, she realized she was bound. Her eyelids were so heavy. A thick accented harsh whisper in her ear’s, “Hold still pretty little kitten, it will all be over really soon.” The witch cackled her delight. With those words Cybelee closed her eyes again and darkness spread. Stretching and yawning she lay looking up at the night sky. The moon, bright as can be, feeling a bit out of it and still half drugged, she lay there figuring out what happened to her. She didn’t think she was dead, no not dead, very much alive. She lay on a soft bed of vegetation someone placed there for her in a clearing that seemed protected from any harsh elements or wild beasts that might happen upon her. As she lay there she started remembering things and wondering where she was and that she must have hit her head on something hard since she had a splitting headache that was starting to take over. She pushes herself up into a sitting position and looks around. She seemed safe enough, a canister of water and a sack of bread lay there for her. Being very keen on different types of poisons she smelled the water. There are only a few poisons that would be odorless, and they are very hard to get a hold of. If they were her, they would have an ample supply of them, but most people wouldn’t. Deeming the water safe, she drank deeply filling her belly with the cool liquid and then the bread. The sun rose in the sky bringing warmth to the summer. The dew on the flowers and grass started evaporating around her. She smiled at the area she found herself in, it was peaceful. Walking over to the little lake's edge, she slipped her feet into the water and then she noticed it. She was no longer a Miqo'te. She was an Au Ra. She cried for a long time before picking herself up and finding her way home.
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RELATIONSHIPS
♥ Platonic – ♥ Involved – ♥ Interested – ♥ Attracted – ✔ Positive – ✖ Negative – ● Neutral – � Unsure – ✝ Deceased
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