Eratoile Veridique

Eratoile Veridique the Root » ————————— ›☼‹ ————————— « VITAL INFORMATION ■ CURRENT ALIAS... Era, the Root, Earthmound ■ BIRTH NAME... Eratoile Veridique ■ RACE & CLAN... Elezen - Wildwood ■ GENDER... Female ■ AGE... Unknown ■ NAMEDAY... 5th Sun of the 6th Astral Moon ■ STATUS... Alive OTHER STATISTICS ■ NATIONALITY... Gridanian ■ ALLEGIANCES... the Order of the Twin Adder, the Stillglade Fane ■ CURRENT RESIDENCE... Unknown ■ OCCUPATION... Hearer Conjurer ■ PATRON DEITY... Nophica, the Matron ■ HEIGHT... 6 fulms, 6 ilms ■ ALLIGNMENT... Lawful Good [edit] Personality & Appearance Interactions A Modest Journey Miscellanea P E R S O N A L I T Y Demeanor : Eratoile Veridique, is a humble woman in both her appearance and behavior. While the conjurer shall avoid conversations unless she deems the matter appropriate for her to speak, she shall gladly approach even the most peculiar of individuals due to her ever-present belief that 'every soul deserves an ear', should the situation present itself. Exactly because of this specific reason, the wildwood woman has developed a serene way of proposing herself, never paying less than the due respect her interlocutor is entitled to. And while in truth, soft-spoken and well-mannered, the woman is particularly adaptable, and this is twice-shown in her ability to change her own way of speaking, to facilitate communication with the people she is addressing, should they not understand her. Generally, she sports no accents, except when she is in Gridania and talking to somebody she knows would have no trouble understanding her. Neutrality comes first, to be exact. She is peaceful, the majority of times, and even when her brain is sailing troubled waters, the woman shall not show, in true respect of the people around her, maintaining the precise and simple attitude she is known for. With the recent changes in her life, she has become more adventurous, however, carrying her years of habits and repetitions, the conjurer continues to keep the solemn demeanor of the past. Spirituality : Eratoile's patron deity, Nophica, is the goddess of abundance, growth and revered and adored by majority of the people in the Shroud. Eratoile feels a particular bond with the Matron, being born exactly the moon belonging to her deity. She brings oblations of peace to Lifemend Stump, in addition to those commissioned by the Fane and the citizens of Gridania, as a personal offfer for Nophica, and when she can, she keeps her in the thoughts, no matter what the wildwood may be doing. Yet, while fond of her own, she has learned to be respectful for the other people's beliefs; as it is, Eratoile is sure that every place, every tradition, is somehow bound to worship, and it’s one of the reasons why she likes so much to read about legends, and possibly history. While she wouldn’t force someone to think like she does and usually avoid the topic, when people try to force on their religion or beliefs, the woman shall attempt to stray away from the topic of the discussion and eventually leave if the individual persists. Habits : The conjurer has no habits, living a life of dedication and service to the people, she constantly appears to be on duty, bereft of any hint of colour. In truth, Eratoile Veridique, has a few passions and habits in her pouch of life, and one of them is to visit the Carline Canopy in Gridania, every afternoon, as soon as her sunly commitments as a Sister of the Fane are over. Upon the visit, she shall order rolanberry tea, lukewarm, little sugar and no sun lemon juice to be added. She is also particularly fond of bringing literature, whatever the content may be, to the wooden halls of the Canopy, while she enjoys her tea. Recently, she has grown the habit of adding almond-cream croissants to her daily intake of tea, after her last trip to the Holy See and the discovery of extraordinarily exquisite pastries; sometimes she substitutes her tea with triple-cream coffee, to enrich the picture. Strolls in the woods, and extracurricular ones, are also a habit of Eratoile, oft seen wandering away from the more traveled paths to tend to something that may have caught her attention, no matter its nature. As established, she is also used to bring offerings to Lifemend Stump, as a sign of her personal love for the Matron, this is an independent action from her assignments by the Stillglade Fane. L I K E S ■ Children : While having no children of her own, she is very kind to the young ones, believing that no branch shold be severed before its growth. ■ The soil : Extremely in-tune with the earth, the shakes, the bumps, the rocks. Eratoile loves the land. ■ Fruits : Adores to eat any fruit that has fallen on the ground. Unless it had been picked by someone else she will not eat from the source. ■ Stargazing : At the Fane, often she wondered about the worlds beyond Hydaelyn and with time, she developed an interest for the night sky. ■ Rolanberry Tea : Possibly to every individual who has entered the Canopy after the 18th bell of every sun, she is poisonously in love with rolanberry tea. ■ Blending Tea : Because of her love for tea, she has a journal full of notes about her discoveries about the beverage, spanning from the customs of the West to the East. D I S L I K E S ■ Violence : She can fight and she will if necessary, but she mourns every time she has to. ■ Ill-intentions : The conjurer recognizes way too quickly when someone is trying to conceal trouble behind peace. Therefore she will often try to soothe or pacify the situation. ■ Lies : Somebody told her that her surname means 'I speak the truth', when she was little. Therefore, not only she can never be dishonest, but also does appreciate being lied to. ■ Gluttony : Eratoile does not eat much, and has not eaten much even when she became able to afford food on a regular basis. Because of this, she is often very contrary to people engorging themselves before those who cannot do the same. ■ Waste : Especially because she believe all can be refurbished into something new, she disapproves greatly the discarding of things, without reason. ■ Lack of respect. The woman does not ever speak out of term, and while she does not mind when one addresses her with less respect she deserves, she will stand for other, less resolute people, when they are being given none. O T H E R ■ Craft : Eratoile is very happy to make tea, and very happy to learn indeed. With that, her ability is that of a cook, if one is not to count her passion for the warm beverage. ■ Botany : As many conjurers before her, she often tending to the very natural beauty of the place she is in, mending trees and repairing chippings. However, she will never pluck fruits or berries from the bushes, unless they fall off. ■ Hearing : Because she is a Hearer, she is often sent abroad or around in pilgrimages to remove taints from the land. This is accomplished through hearing the cries and voices of the Elementals, usually guiding her to the destination. She often can hear old Elementals too, speaking of the past of the place. This is one of the methods she employs to extract information regarding a place if nobody has notions of it. A P P E A R A N C E Body : A lean, delicate, yet stalwart and imposing figure. Eratoile is a conjurer and has not trained physically, or at least not as much as a lancer or an archer could have. Yet, often working manually in the tending of injuries, and making use of the Elementals' allowance of conjury very seldom, she isn't exactly fragile. Very tall for an wildwood woman, she often towers many of her male peers. Skin : Her skin is of a very light rose pink, further accented in the extremities of her body or visage, such as the ears, the nose or the lips, where more 'red' is concentrated. Smooth as ashes, her skin is soft, not enough to be loose, not tight enough to be dry. Hair : Her hair is hazel and brown and tends to becomes lighter in hue under the sun while the tip of her locks are generally darker. She keeps it flowing, and tied in a single braid, over some more loose, wavy bed of of hair, ending right below her shoulders. Eyes : A mockery of her own hair, Eratoile's eyes are of a faded olive-green. Some of the outer rings of her irises are highlighted in lime hues, however. Her eyes have a curved cut, ending in an upper corner, made more noticeable by the presence of long, black eyelashes. Her pupils seem to be slightly lighter than black. Distinguishing Features : She doesn't really have distinguishing features, besides some sparse freckles that only multiply during the warmer seasons of Eorzea. Scent : Being very strict regarding her role as a conjurer, she does not apply scents or perfumes on herself, however, by continuously dealing with nature and flowers, sometimes she smells like whatever pollen she came in contact with. Voice / Accent / Speaking style : Eratoile is not exactly the youngest of Elezens, and this especially reflects in her husky, broken yet still feminine and suave voice. The age has been forgiving to her vocal chords, leaving them intact throughout her life. She is capable of humming many melodies, yet nobody can confirm or deny if she is truly able to sing. She bears no accents, having formally received an academic education specific for conjurers and she never appears to speak out of term, keeping herself soothed, peaceful and mindful in her choice of words. Well-mannered when needed, she adapts her language according to the education of her interlocutor, to facilitate communication, yet never falling below dignity. Clothes : Simple, practical clothing in the cities, formal, yet unpretentious ones in the meetings or on duty. She sports colours of nature, brown, shale, green, and more. While donning more intricate outfits, she is usually on duty. This is particularly seen when she is sent abroad by the Stillglade Fane, in mission. As a hearer, her colours will change, details such as leather and linings can be of other colours, but her hat must always be purple, blue or violet, and thus must the fabrics of her robes be. She is seen prefering leather boots of brown colours, never bearing heels or height-enhancing supports. Jewels : She does not use jewels, but only leather rings, or wooden ear-clasps at best. And not even many. C O M B A T She has had a long life, and she has seen many people rise and fall from their mistakes in battle, many times due to her own shortcomings. From this, the woman learned to contain her wrath in battle and only call the aid of nature if it is necessary or unavoidable. Usually seen in the back rows of the battlefield, mending and impairing the targets wishing to harm her recovering allies. During Carteneau, she was in the medical camp aiding some of the less fortunate soldiers who couldn't make it in the medical bays due to the lack of beds, leaving her heart permanently scarred at the horror of the fields of tragedy. Even if she can be usually seen brandishing a cane or a wand, she and her Brothers and Sisters at the Fane can manipulate the aether by the will of the Elementals. When she is not performing practical and restoration conjury, she can be seen allowing detriments and enfeeblement upon her would-be foes. It is in fact, extremely rare she will fight at all. Her favoured methods of battle are repelling the enemy, and fatiguing it, yet never fully defeating or killing her targets. This is mostly due to her strong belief in second chances. C H A R A C T E R   S H E E T I N T E R A C T I O N S R U M O R S Some of these rumors are untrue, speculation, or are greatly exaggerated. Please feel free to add your own rumors under the Player Character category ! ◢ Common Rumors - Easily overheard. Use these freely ! ■ “TBD.” - Someone. ◢ Uncommon Rumors - A little more difficult to hear. Use sparingly or ask first ! ■ “TBD.” - Someone. ◢ Rare Rumors - Very rarely overheard. Please ask before using ! ■ “TBD.” - Someone. ◢ Player Character Rumors - Feel free to add rumors of your own ! ■ Feel free to add your own rumors here! ■ “Eratoile is most caring and loving person I have met. She always places others ahead.” - Jerciex Lanquairt ■ “TBD.” - Someone. R E L A T I O N S ♥ Romantic Attraction – ♥ Attraction – ♥ Platonic Love – ♥ Family – ✔ Business – ✖ Deceased – ● Positive – ● Negative – ● Neutral – ≈ Unsure R E L A T I O N S   (NPC) Chlorophylle & Olvì ( ♥ ♥ ● ) - Companions Chlorophylle (Age : 17) : White-feathered chocobo, loyal steed of Eratoile and friend like no one could be to her. The conjurer found an unhatched chocobo egg in the North Shroud, about seventeen years afore the Calamity. By hurrying to the Treespeak Stables, she was able to find it a mother chocobo until it hatched. Surprisingly, when the little fellow came out of his egg, could not in fact recognize the chocobo it was assigned as mother, as its very mother. Upon a second visit of Eratoile, due to assert the conditions of the chirpling, she not only was greeted in glee and joy by the farmers, but also by the very former inhabitant of said hatched egg. Since then, she was always followed by the creature, loyal to her even during her botanism excursions, hence, the elderly wildwoood began calling the steed "Chlorophylle". To this day, he is always at her side. Olvì (Age : 2) : Little bluebird, always flapping its wing upon the conjurer's head. She was climbing a tree to rescue a scared cat, only to find the cat was scaring a bird. The one in question, was later enough grateful to Eratoile to be joining her in her travels, now acting as her eyes from above the branches. She is particularly fond of the little Olvì. R E L A T I O N S   (PC) Jerciex Lanquairt ( ● ) - Reliable Soul Eratoile Veridique met the wildwood Serpent Sergeant of the Twin Adder, a medic in the trade, during a warm evening in the autumn of the Shroud. At the Carline Canopy they had a brief talk, and they introduced each-other to their respective worlds. After a friendly conversation, they both parted ways, bound for their own commitments. Suns and suns after, they met again, in the same manners, this time she explaining she would have had to take a pilgrimage to the North Shroud, specificly, Fallgourd Float, to execute her duty as conjurer, in purging the usual taint. Since the Stillglade Fane had asked Eratoile to recruit a member of the Adders to accompany her, she brought the necessary paperwork to Jerciex, who volunteered for the processing. The documents, were signed and at great surprise for Eratoile, Jerciex had been selected as escort. Since then, they have traveled together and she has learned about the devastation the man had to witness in his life, yet showing no sign of such ruin in his behaviour. She considers him very highly and a person to whom is due the utmost respect. Aysa Farland ( ● ) - Willpower Embodied Evenings left at the beckoning of the warmest teas of the Carline Canopy lead many individuals claim their spot on one of the few, wooden stools available for patronage. Eratoile, being no exemption from the lure, found herself conversing with friends of hers, including Jerciex Lanquairt and Yvenalise Tachibana. Not long passed, before a highlander hyur, stern and unrelenting in her methodical ways, came to sit with them, making swift assertion of Eratoile. Learning from Yvenalise that they were friends, she was then asked if in any way she could help awaken the Aetherical resources slumbering within Aysa. Eratoile gladly accepted, and some mornings after the two met for a field-test of reaction in which the highlander saw her dormant power to a spring, after Eratoile's practical solicitations. Formally recognizing her as an apprentice of sorts, the wildwood is willing to travel to Vylbrand and visit the woman to help her further in the training, and possibly find a friend to share the seagazes with She has noticed the highlander to be a moderately upbeat person, a quality that Eratoile finds diverting and endearing in equal measure. Sarnei Malaguld ( ● ) - Stalwart Bark The lively conjurer met the countess Sarnei in Coerthas, when she visited with Jerciex on her trip to the taint she was assigned to purge. She was a helpful woman, and one of valiant and stalwart morals. Cursed by something Eratoile wishes to understand the origins of, as a way of opening up to the troubles of the nobles of the Holy See. S T O R I E S / J O U R N A L S To be added... S T O R I E S Stories are in chronological order.   Prelude: A Clouded Dawn - Awakening before the stars... By the westernmost foliage of the treetops in the Western Shroud, a creature laid. The weight on the branches pressed and pressed, and for the many ladybugs to behold, a fall upon the bed of dried leaves beneath--irreparably ensued, seeing the graceless body of a wildwood female hit the dirty ground. Soiled, and mostly awakened, a freshly dazed Eratoile opened her enjeweled eyes, unbelieving of her very shortcoming. To not care for the right posture ? To not be adequate ? Ontowards too many ears at the family home had these recommendations been hauled in the past, and as the tenth to arrive to the orphanage, the girl numberless amount of times was yapped against, a spur to pay care for dignity. Yet Eratoile did not see. Eratoile did not hear, thus wanted the freedom and her solitude with the world of her choice. A thought. The young girl woke. A dream within a dream, a chap is to call it. In a leap she returned to the ground, from the same unforgiving branches of her earlier years. But where were those scolding voices now ? She directed boot and leg to the gates of Gridania, in hope to get rid of a spare amount of coins. At the arrival, with the bustling and the peculiar chatter, the ears absorbed the rapid exchanges of notions, information and gossip about the air, and with no hesitation she soon was seen laying eyes upon the dining hall's wooden features. While the glasses filtered the dusking sun, rendering the restaurant famous for its green baths of light, she pressed on, claiming table and stool in swift precision. Thus she sat, with the order of her so dear rolanberry infusion, and the disturbance of the many loud cries coming from the patrons less inclined to resist the intoxicating and liquid spirits. With the comments of the two jolly patrons at her damaged back, she turned, in entire embarrassment, the girl did. To discover a similar one and with the same kindly smile, a worried look and so much to learn. And with the short chatter furbished with opinions for an exchange of, the boy left her, for he was soon to make march to the eastern bushes and treetops. How she trembled, that very sun. "Pray stay safe, and talk to me again." "Why, is your concern borne of your wish to demonstrate kindness, Earthmound ?" A pause and a roll of bells to ensue.   Chapter I: Taking Root - Resurfacing... Yet, afore she could return to her own corner of the forest, by the Canopy change proposed itself. A greeting of friendly tones invested her, shortly afterward. And a highlander called, and a highlander sat. "My name is Humbert, are we moody ?" Meeting with another gleeful individual the same night ? And in the same place ? At introductions executed, the two learned of the world they belonged to, with Master Humbert offering aid in finding Eratoile her place in the world. Orange-donning pugilist, a stalwart and generous man he was. A father in tones, has she one. A kindness long lost to her. And with the resounding laughter of the table, a curious individual, additional to the situation, arrived, spying from beyond a passionate smirk of apprehension. Unable to communicate with him, they shut their conversation, for the Canopy to close its doors. With a fascinated smile a renewed Eratoile returned ontop of the hills of the Shroud, beyond the many trees that very night, for nobody had given her the chance of doubt, not until the day. And with the same red sun she was accompanied to the city, she returned to the kitchens, maid in profession, young in age. With the same dry wind, the wildwood dwelled in shade until the night to come arrived. Then, fire.   Chapter II: Ululations of Industry and Progress - Whispers in tar... "For the Matron and Her graceful benevolence, take the children to the Float ! NOW !" What cries had howled in the western woods, those days, what tongues of flame had risen, for mechanical punishment to sweep its arboretum away. Oh, and Eratoile was saved, there was no doubt, but much before the smoke had even tried to reach the treetops. "Pluck thyself free. North. The patch is to burn." she could distinctly hear that night. Bells and bells before Garlemald had arrived to bring its metallic smiting upon the vastity of the forest, settling their border before the western edge. A sweep of the wind and she had believed in the voice, so much she ran. And ran in tears, she did, with such salt in the eyes and such pain in the heart. Tragedy. Tragedy ? "Seek the Seedseers." To be added.... J O U R N A L S   Notes about the Shroud/Gridania - Bells, Suns and Moons "To be returned in pristine conditions."   Notes about Thanalan/Ul'dah - Bells, Suns and Moons "Clever tricks." M I S C E L L A N E A R E F E R E N C E S   &   L I N K S Unless otherwise stated, all information below is OOC knowledge. Links to Tumblr prompts go below : ■ [To be added.] To be added...