J'saera Farai
FULL NAME: J'saera Farai
GENDER: Female ♀
RACE / CLAN: Miqo'te, Seeker of the Sun
NATIONALITY: Lominsan
AGE: 21 ( 1559, Sixth Astral Era - Present )
NAMEDAY: 25th Sun of the First Umbral Moon
HEIGHT 5 fulms 1 ilm
WEIGHT: Approximately 105 ponzes
GUARDIAN DEITY: Menphina, the Lover
OCCUPATION: Lominsan Privateer / Rogue
RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Single
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Unknown (♀)
AFFILIATIONS: The Maelstrom, Rogues' Guild
ALIGNMENT: Neutral Good
THEME SONG: "Echo" by CHON
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The Silver Jackal strode lithely from the shadows, twin blades flashing shining steel against the cold harbor air and sending the first of the sentries toppling off into the baywater below. Another short movement, and the second collapsed in a bloody heap upon the docks, the Roegadyn's cry of alarm stifled to little more than a quickly ended gasp as muscled hands reached desperately to examine the mortal wound already torn wide across his throat. It had transpired in moments, fleeting and unexpected by the shallow lives so suddenly extinguished, though not altogether unnoticed by the remaining sailors ahead.
The silhouette did not still her relentless pursuit, did not hearken back into seclusion, but instead sprinted onwards with haste and fury. Emerging briskly into the lamplight of the anchored sloop nearby, the Miqo'te’s brilliant, iridescent eyes shone bright between the swishing veil of sandy-brown locks that even now gleamed like gossamer beneath the moon’s reflection. Her form was sleek and agile, every step graceful and smooth as a dancer as she lunged low to avoid the fatal strike of two-handed axe. A roll, a twist, and the knife’s edge had brought ruin to the pirate’s legs, kneecaps buckling with another red-coated spray upon the deck.
PERSONAL RP LIMITS:
I will play mature content and themes (violence, sexuality, drug / alcohol use) as long as they're logical in a plot-driven encounter. Coarse and excessive language. Temporary injury and incapacitation. Most walk-up encounters.
Ask about long-term and/or permanent injury and disfigurement, captivity, or imprisonment.
I won't play permanent character death, rape, something ridiculously stupid.
DISCLAIMER:
If an aspect of RP makes you uncomfortable in a scene we're playing, please send me a /tell, letting me know. Communication is very important, more important than potentially keeping immersion.
If you ever wish to bestow upon me a piece of friendly advice regarding the lore or see something in my profile that could be fixed, then by all means do let me know. Despite my obsession with researching things extensively before stepping into them, I have only recently come into the realm of Final Fantasy lore and would greatly appreciate all the help that I can get in learning as much as possible.
My RPC Profile: Dreams of Priapia
Server: Balmung
Free Company: ...
Linkshells: ...
Time Zone: UTC-7, though typically around at late night hours as well. I was once gifted the title of 'honorary Australian' due to my capacity to live on an Oceanic sleep schedule.
LAYOUT:
The whole layout coding and page design is Suen's, except for the headers and images as per their instructions on allowing the use of this layout.
Suen states that one can use this wiki page layout for themselves and will be glad if people actually do, but please try to change the color theme at least and more importantly, all the original image banners are off limits. Make your own please.
ART:
The first painting used on the history tab is the work of Bob Arata.
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- Being at sea or near any major body of water, she'll always jump at the first opportunity to board a ship, exercise her fishing skills, or simply go swimming.
- The finer details of aesthetics, lavish silken clothing, and exotic perfumes. She holds yearning admiration for elegance in all its forms of appearance.
- Moments of peace and quiet, either found alone or in the company of a select amount of friends.
- Finding herself landlocked or within any sort of area where open water is not in abundance, she becomes increasingly anxious farther away from the sea.
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- Absolutely anything to do with the issue of slavery and more severe code-breaking piracy, almost to a point of fault in her willingness to exact this hatred.
- She has never actually owned a home of her own, always living from ship to ship or sleeping wherever she could on the docks. Staying in one place seems strange to her.
- Alongside other feline behavior, she has been known to doze off into cat-naps on occasion, sometimes in the midst of conversation.
- Although one may not initially discover it, she is actually quite a faithful person, praying often to the Twelve and her guardian deity, Menphina.
- Despite her ability to compose herself throughout the day, she is a nightly alcoholic when left to her own devices.
- Facing her past, and more specifically the weight of mistakes she may have once made.
- Falling in love or becoming intimate with anyone, given that she has only ever trusted herself.
- Being unable to render aid in any way towards someone else's suffering.
- Thinking too much upon the lives she has taken in pursuit of her cause, and above all the feeling that she is becoming in some way more akin to what she once swore to destroy.
- Her many years spent sailing aboard various ships in the Rhotano Sea have gifted her exceptional skill as both part of a crew and taking the helm of any naval vessel.
- She is an experienced fisher, this no doubt being her primary means of providing food for herself over her time at sea and being alone in Limsa Lominsa.
- In addition to being unusually well-read for someone raised amidst the company of pirates, she bears an extraordinary appreciation for the likes of poetry and creative writing, even delving into crafting her own works from time to time, never to be shared to anyone.
- Favorite Food: Grilled Warmwater Trout
- Favorite Drink: Triple Cream Coffee and Sweet Red Wine.
- Favorite Color: Silver, and other varying shades of gray.
| STRENGTH | 10 |
| DEXTERITY | 17 |
| CONSTITUTION | 12 |
| INTELLIGENCE | 15 |
| WISDOM | 15 |
| CHARISMA | 15 |
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A pair of keen-edged silver daggers that J'saera is rarely seen without.
A fishing rod with collapsible parts for easy backpack storage.
J'saera owns no home of any kind.
Roegadyn Name Here ( ♥ ● ⧖ ) - Adoptive Father (NPC)
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At large somewhere.
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J'farai Tia ( ♥ ☠ ) - Father (NPC)
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Dead.
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J'sariha Irabi ( ♥ ☠ ) - Mother (NPC)
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J'saera's mother, who is likely dead.
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Some of these rumors are untrue, speculation, or are greatly exaggerated. Please feel free to add your own rumors under the Player Character category!
- ■ "She's served as a Privateer for the thalassocracy for some time now, even ran her own sloop a few years back. Good sea-legs on that one, I'll vouch for her if you're thinking of a crew."
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- ■ "Hah! She won' be wantin' me to tell ye' this, but 'ere goes: Tha' lass simply can't go holdin' her liquor! Poor cat gon' stumblin' about the docks an' into tha' water! Hohoho!"
- ■ "Thief, reaver, slayer... Have heard her called all sorts of things, but one thing's certain: She's still a pirate, no matter where she wanders."
- ■ "You can sometimes find her snooping around that Edelweiss Convent in the Lower Decks, but she certainly don't seem the priestly type..."
- ■ "Y'know, they say it about all them thievin' types, but in her quieter moments? She's got tha' look of somethin' worse. Ye' gotta be careful around that kind of look, that's naught but guilt. And guilt sinks ships, ye' mark my word..."
- ■ "Aye, 'The Silver Jackal', that's her. She's made it a point to take any bust on slavers what's come her way in the Rogue's Guild, and to make them fear that name because of it."
- ■ "Heard her praying to one of the Twelve once, and she was calling out Menphina's name of all things. Weird enough that she's a Seeker, even more strange given she's never shown a lad here any attention at all. Poor lass, if you ask me she's confused."
- ■ "My! I almost didn't see her hiding in the corner. She approached me for a muffin. Such a friendly Miqo'te woman, I hate to learn what her pretty face hides." Hotaru Gin
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"These chronicles have not yet been charted on the map, sailor! You'll have to come back when the waters are clearer."
"These chronicles have not yet been charted on the map, sailor! You'll have to come back when the waters are clearer."
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