Luruin Blix
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A generally timid but overprotective Miqo’te who spends a lot of her time traveling across Eorzea in search of what she had lost. Jumping between towns and the wilds to survive, she cannot truly be called a citizen nor a beast tribesman, a person stuck in between identities and patched social norms that makes it difficult for her to truly interact with those around her and as such, approaching this Miqo’te would often be met with suspicion and curiosity.
However, with a simple push and a small offering of food, she can easily become attached to those willing to get to know her. But because of her nature to continuously move from location to location, people can seemingly run into her in the middle of nowhere, often fishing for her next meal or trying to assist an injured or in trouble traveller. She is blind in her right eye and has trouble differentiating smells, if she can pick up any at all. As such she can easily be snuck up upon when approaching her right side and can fail to pick up off or foul-smelling smells. However due to her unusual difficulties, her hearing seems to be slightly amplified to make up for the loss and is more sensitive to sound and touch.
Standing at 4’11” [150cm], This pale skinned Miqo’te is a fair shade lighter than most of her kind. Paired with a dark shade of purple for hair accompanied with red highlights, she can easily be spotted within a crowd and even in many environments within Eorzea. Paired with a slight color difference of diluted emerald eyes and a bushy tail, she can easily be mistaken as a Seeker from a distance. A small bandage covering a scar on the bridge of her nose and a red dragon tattoo on the left side of her face are the only other features one can take away from her overall appearance.
Usually wearing clothing fitting to the weather of her location or her current occupation, she tends to favour anything that would keep her warm in cold climates and shy away from revelling clothing unless you catch her fishing or harvesting herbs and plants. She is also seen either with a book in her hand or a branch that lightly glows a light pale white. Aspects That Stand Out:
Timid yet overprotective, her approach to situations and other people tends to be met with suspicion and curiosity and can be amplified when she is snuck up upon, guilt tripped or generally upset. When faced with the unknown, this Miqo’te would be the first to look around after a slight delay to think. However, she would happily let someone she trusts take the lead when faced with trouble until risk of injury becomes a possibility where she clamps down and becomes heavily defensive.
At the same time, when faced with a gentle or friendly interaction. She can become rather open and carefree, often achieved by finding one of her lost items or giving her one of her favoured items. When she considers her surroundings to be safe, it soon becomes clear that she can quickly become absent minded. Overlooking details and generally relaxing to the point where she can easily forget to take her own belongings with her when she leaves. Sadly, she cannot seem to relax around a large number of people, in extreme hot and cold environments and others she deems unfriendly. Agitating her slowly over time until the need to be alone take over, which usually upsets her when she has to leave others she considers friends or if her actions result in lost information and resources. In a rare turn of events, she can become heavily protective towards those who have a habit of injuring themselves, find themselves in tricky situations or truly believes that the other person may be trying to make up for past actions. Her personality takes a light shift from carefree to serious, keen to investigate into the problems the best way she can.
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It is no secret that Luruin is unable to recall the first twelve years of her life, Years she believes she had spent during the Sixth Astral Era and slowly been recovering over the Seventh Umbral Era. Occasionally she recalls several of her life’s moments through vague or scattered nightmares of her encounter with a void spawn known as Atomos during the fall of the moon. Nightmares she dismisses as no more than a poor dream due to a lack of a large falling red moon.
Throughout her journey over Eorzea, travellers and other adventures could sometimes hear her muttering in her sleep. Calling out several names before seemingly passing out once more clutching tightly whatever small object was near her at the time like a child. When asked about those who she called out to, she would often mention how she would remember traveling with a small group going from city to city, getting lost in the process and playing in the wilderness with another child but could never pin a name to those she knew, faces that have long since lost their features. She would not even know if they were strangers, friends or family, only that she had once knew them.
Being pressed on more about her past would yield nothing more that a simple acknowledgement of her reasons for chasing after her past. Going from location to location in an attempt to regain lost memories through ancient relics or ruins. However, since the climate and environments of many of the places she once knew has drastically changed, it has become an almost impossible task to even get close to finding the things she wants. All she has to go on was an elderly Au ra with a missing white horn who first brought her to Gridania and soon after vanished into the forest.
Blissful Ignorance The earliest memories are ones of hazy uncertainty, watching an olden Au ra stumbling to deliver her to the edge of Gridania. Exploring the surrounding shroud along the riverbeds and dodging the wildlife and poachers of the Twelvewoods. Spending more time outside the safety of the gates in favour of the freedom to look around for her guardian and trying to catch the local inhabitants of fish as a small snack. She would often chuckle at her own childish behaviour that would worry everyone sick within the city, especially so close after the calamity that ended the sixth astral era.
Glaring Ideals Despite her wanderlust, she knew of the dangers that would often push her back into the city. While the lance remained out of her reach and the bow feeling wrong to hold, she quickly turned towards conjury and under the guidance of Sumi-Yan found herself treating the wounds of the citizens and wood wailers alike. While this progressed for several years, the confines of Gridania’s inner walls begun to gnaw at her very being making her think back to her days of exploration. Eventually coming to a realisation that she could not recall anything beyond the walls of the city. Who she was, where she came from… Why she was here and not with her family. Determined to push forward into this new unknown, she took to the shroud once more. In her haste, she attracted the attention of the local Bog Yarzon while passing the west vein river and fell victim to a sudden strike to the face, suffering a deep cut through the bridge of her nose. If it was not for a wondering miqo’te lancer by the name of W’yandih Yhisa, she would not have gotten away as lightly as she did.
Unprepared Inspiration Not wanting to sit through another one of Sumi Yan’s lectures, she quickly patched up her wounds and darted out from her saviours’ sight. In a desperate attempt to explore once more she went to ask for aid at The Roost, encountering an odd keeper of the moon Miqo’te pair of adventures resting after a long journey from Lisma Lomonsa. With a swift introduction, Alecks Hatto the Marauder and his Arcanist childhood friend Rhian Rose agreed to take her along in exchange for her novice ability in healing. For the first time in her life, she was going to leave the Twelvewoods to look for the answers she desperately craved. On their way towards Ul’dah, they happen to catch an unsuspecting thaumaturge lalafell under the name of Nevi Stoutheart looking for their reckless keeper of the moon Miqo’te gladiator friend; Myrddin Afallach.
In the following years after, she was beginning to see how fruitless her actions were. Struggling to match the fast pace of the group and panicking every time they came back bruised and battered, it was not until their misadventure into the north shroud that she realised the true nature of a recovering world. Fatigued from the consistent chasing, she soon fell behind and found herself alone within the deep forest without any real way to defend herself. Hearing a disturbance nearby and believing it was her friends she ran into the clearing in front of many Ixali, angered by a recent raiding party. Before she could register what had happened, one of the flightless beastmen slashed at her face, catching her right eye in the process and forcing her back against the cliffs wall. As she blacked out from the pain, the last thing she recalls was the emergence of a familiar Miqo’te lancer and a small patrol of Wood Wailers.
True Isolation Waking in the comfort of the Roost within Gridania’s walls with a startling yelp, she immediately noticed the unfocused vision without a hint of detail or colour coming from her slashed eye. A simple glance at the mirror showed her two mismatched green eyes looking back and with a disappointed sigh, decided to face her saviour once more. However, upon arriving at the lancer’s guild, it became apparent they had just finished a ritual of some kind and it was not until they entered that they knew what had happened: In their attempt to save her, W’yandih Yhisa had perished.
Distraught, she fled into the wilds determined to prevent anyone from risking their life for her by learning the flow of nature and life, to understand how to channel the energy through herself and live on the bounty of the land. Avoiding dangerous and loud areas to focus on her journey to improve herself. This form of isolation however made her socially inept and becoming suspicious towards anyone who approached. Over several seasons, she put her skills in fishing and herb handling to good use to pass each day as healthily as possible, while making small offerings when she can in hope it would ease her saviours passing. This offering would often attract a small black coeurl to her side, whom she has long since named Nectar and is often the only source of comfort in her long nights alone.
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