P'etra Heartley

P'etra Heartley
Gender	Female
Race	Miqo'te
Clan	None
Citizenship	Wanderer
Marital Status	Single
Occupation	Former human tradesworker

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Biography

P'etra was abandoned at a young age by her clan alongside another young Miqo'te male named B'irothe. The two of them were found in an undisclosed location and brought to an illegal brothel where they began their arduous lives as human tradesworkers. The human ring leader there, known as "Ame", personally conditioned them from a very young age to be the perfect minions. They were Ame's right hands from day one, taught only to do as he said and to be devoid of opinion or moral fibre. They were trained to fight, if only to destroy those who opposed Ame's demands,to look the other way while other's suffered, screamed and begged for their lives lest they displease a customer or disobey Ame. They were habituated into turning a cold shoulder while other's pleaded for mercy. As P'etra began to age she grew more and more opposing to her selected life, while B'irothe grew broken and bathed himself of a life of blood and pleasure, doing only as he was told to do. The older they grew and the more B'irothe became enslaved by Ame and his games, the more P'etra knew she needed to liberate herself from his clutches. At age 9, she staged a coup in which she attempted to escape with B'irothe only to have his hesitation be their downfall. P'etra was punished accordingly, her frail young body being broken and beaten for weeks, soothing aching wounds that Ame had ripped into the backs of her ears as punishment. But the most pain she endured was watching B'irtohe being punished for her actions.

Her mischevious antics continued for years alongside her service. She "satisfied" scummy customers of all ages and races, beat up new and old recruits into submission at Ame's command all the while actively planning to escape. Many a time her attempts were foiled, only to have her thrown back into solitude with fresh wounds against the tender skin of her ears while B'irothe was groomed and praised for his obedience. The more B'irothe was forced away from her, the more desperate she became. The pain of losing the only person in the world she had ever come to know, the only person who was ever a friend drove her into a neurotic and troubled life at the brothel. She began stealing from customers to try and accrue enough to pay off the guards, growing more and more hostile with her fellow recruits as she desperately battled to steal her friend back and escape. Attempt after attempt to escape, to take Ame's life, another gash on the back of her ears.

It wasn't until she turned 18 that she finally broke free from Ame at a cost greater then she could bare. P'etra awoke one night from the depths of her cell, fresh wounds coating the backs of her ears as she nodded awake from a troubled sleep. She could hear a struggle from across the establishment, and darted up from her position on the damp floor and unraveled herself from the thin sheet that covered her small aching body. She watched as the guard sitting next to her cell clamored to his feet upon hearing the clashing of metal and drawing his sword before frantically dashing out of the room. Luckily for her, the key ring ever so gently slipped off of the hilt of his weapon and fell to the floor. P'etra pawed for it just out of her reach before snatching them up and working the lock and slipping out of her cell. She followed down the long, dark corridors towards the sound of the laboring weapons, stopping to hide in the shadows of the hallway as she watched the scene unfold. B'irothe was sword in hand, battling with Ame as they pounced around the room lunging at each other, any henchman attempting to interfere being quickly dismissed by B'irothe at the flick of a wrist. P'etra's ears folded against her head as she watched, her eyes widening in fear as B'irothe collided with Ame, the look on his face the most menacing she had ever seen.

"All this for her?" Ame chortled as he blocked a swing from B'irothe. P'etra's eyebrows furrowed, her panic growing as she watched the two scurvish. Ame pushed B'irothe back, slamming against his blade with his own as he chuckled and shook his head. "She will always be mine." Ame hissed. B'irothe grew noticably agitated as he yelled and leaped towards Ame. That was when P'etra saw it: the window that Ame needed to take him out. In his anger, B'irothe left himself vulnerable. And that was all it took. Ame lunged his blade deep into B'irothe's hardened belly, his smirk growing as B'irothe's look of anger expelled into one of disbelief as he stared at Ame. Ame withdrew the blade in an instant, B'irothe staggering backwards and covering his wound with shaking hands. P'etra doesn't remember telling her body to move, nor did she remember how she ended up killing Ame. She just remembers sprinting from her hiding spot as she screamed viciously and painfully toward Ame, grabbing a spear from a nearby corpse as she did so and impaling him before he could so much as move his arm to deflect. He fell to the ground with a great thud as P'etra rushed to B'irothe's side and taking his head in her lap.

"B'irothe...Why?!" She questioned him, her voice dripping with agony. He placed his hand meekly against her cheek before smiling weakly, his eyes narrow and dull. And before he could say anything, his hand dropped; lifeless.

Everything after that was a blur. She sobbed for a moment before hearing the marching of footsteps, knowing if she stayed she would meet the same fate. She had no strength to fight. She grabbed his hand and placed it against her cheek, rocking back and forth as she pressed her face deeper into his cooling touch. P'etra squeezed it until it was white, her fingers sinking into his skin as her pained cries echoed throughout the halls. She let out an anguished whail, edging on a grunt as she pried herself away from his comatose body. And then, she ran.

Few weeks have passed since P'etra escaped the clutches of her assailants. Keeping a low profile, she has little knowledge of the world and is having trouble adjusting to the outside world with the fresh passing of her only friend. She's already found herself arrested a number of times and getting into too many fights to count despite her yearning nature. Her lack of knowledge in cultures and social formalities is quickly draining her faith in ever being able to truly leave her past life behind. She wants to find a new life for herself, but is struggling to grasp it.

Personal Details

Appearance

P'etra is petite in every sense of the word; standing at only 4"10, short in stature and minute in size. Despite her small boney frame, she adorns a pair of well built shoulders from her experience in Lancing while her legs suffer in muscle mass making her a slower target. Don't let her lack of speed in step deceive you, however, as she uses her undersized proportions to her advantage in battle. Her toned muscles and slender frame are easily observable due to her pastey white complexion, their curvatures almost shadowing despite their lack of extreme definition. Due to this, her default posture is rather slack and awkward and is often seen with her hands folded behind her head.

P'etra's slender, dainty ears protrude from a head of long, unruly auburn locks and are weak in stature due to their many years of desecration as they're roughly garnished in uneven pale scars. They're extremely sensitive, and P'etra is very much opposed to having them touched or felt, let alone seen as she is hypersensitive about their appearance. She has a small button nose, accompanied by a pair of ample cheeks and a full bottom lip. Her eyes glow a pale maroon and finely decorated with large slitted pupils, and when P'etra falls into her thoughts she often assumes a glazed over demure. Her tail, despite it's constant almost rhythmic twitch, is elongated into a faint curl and her fur is soft and delicate despite her lack of upkeep.

Likes ■ Discovering and experiencing technology ■ Singing ■ Meeting people who can see past her sometimes brash and excitable nature ■ Miqo'te who judge her for not following tradition ■ Fruity/sweet anything ■ Keeping her hands busy, free from idle fidgeting which exposes her insecurity and nervousness around the general population ■ Taking on new challenges as well as conquering them (even if she fails horribly at it) ■ Frequenting forests and uninhabited areas ■ Exploring new areas in general, Ancient Ruins more specifically

Dislikes ■ Being alone, despite her abusive past ■ Being looked down upon ■ Most nobility ■ Liars and schemers (stemming from her experiences in the human trades) ■ Having nothing to do at any given time ■ Having her weaknesses exposed/used against her ■ Feeling useless and/or helpless ■ Talking about her past

Hobbies ■ Tinkering with various modern and old technologies (taking them apart, putting them back together) ■ Frequenting bars with strangers (despite her dislike of drinking) ■ Chocobo Racing ■ Bothering Moogles and making them 'kupo' angrily ■ Getting a rise out of people, in general ■ Practicing Alchemy and light Carpentry to meld them together into small (most of the time) useless knick knacks

Favorites

• Color: Any hue of blue
• Food: Steak!
• Drinks: Anything sweet
• Scent: The smell of pine
• Place: Hermit's Hovel
• Festival: Starlight Celebration

Goals

• To get over her fear of loneliness, as well as her fear of people
• Cease and desist her rash habit of dismissing people who get too close to her
• To explore as many lands as her life allows

Religion

P'etra does not follow any of the old teachings, nor does she follow any Gods.

Alignment

Chaotic neutral

Quirks

P'etra has a bad habit of tinkering to keep her hands from idle fidgeting, which she views as a sign of weakness revealing her insecurity and nervousness. She tends to spend a lot of time in bars and taverns filling her days with empty conversation with strangers to keep herself from feeling alone. She seeks companionship more than anything, but fears those around her. She is also extremely claustrophobic, and prefers large spaces or rooms with tall ceilings. P'etra is allergic to most men's cologne, causing her to whirl into a high-pitched sneezing fit. Her tail also has an involuntary twitch, going off sporadically at any given moment. Also tends to rub the tips of her ears when nervous.

• Has very poor understanding of social conventions and standards.

IMPORTANT: As she surpressed the feelings associated with her past, she sometimes has involuntary bouts of amnesia in which she reverts to a child/cat like state and takes on selective mutism, communicating almost exclusively through motion. She is aware this occurs, and prefers to pretend they never happen.

Flaws

P'etra is sporadic and fails to think things through most of the time before acting, which lead her to become somewhat of an introvert on her own. She's very self-critical, being her number one critic as she tends to jump into things head on before realizing the consequences. It isn't until she messes up royally that she comes to terms with her own stupidity. Trusting people has become an extension of this, as she had been abused many a time in her experiences.

Fears

Ending up alone, as she has no clan to turn to and not a singular friend.

Talents

P'etra is a seasoned fighter and a strict disciplinarian. When she starts a fight, it's very rare she'll end it until someone ends up on their ass. This resolve is what sets her apart as a combatant as a result of her enormous drive and stubborn nature. Her experience with wielding the Lance is somewhat fresh, however her gift is ever growing. And although she would never perform in front of others, she's very good at singing.

Intelligence

Despite her act first, think later attitude P'etra is highly sensitive to new information and is good at processing liberal amounts of information at one time. She can remember dates, times, numbers perfectly for long periods of time but don't ask her to translate any of those digits into Mathematics as she doesn't even know what that word means. In the times that she has wound down (more often then not when she's alone), P'etra becomes very recluse in her thinking and often separates herself from the company of others.

Relatives

Unknown

Music Theme

*$ting- https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DK2ib6v5MVU

Note: Vocal Songs are attributed themes in which the lyrics seem to relate or partially relate to the character. They don't mean to resemble the character's voice. The instrumental themes are meant to give an idea of the atmosphere around the character. Songs with character names (example: "Tidus's Theme") are NOT meant to indicate that the character is like the theme owner. I just find the instruments and melody fitting, not the character the song was originally addressed to.

Rumors

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Before Dalamud's Fall

Birth and childhood (0-10)

• Abandoned by her clan and picked up by a human band of underground sex workers alongside another of her abandoned clan, B'irothe who was a year elder then her
• Given her "stage name", "P'etra Heartley"; meant to be an appealing mix between Miqo'te tradition and human nobility
• Trained and conditioned since her sixth year to please others and follow orders
• Got caught trying to escape at age 9 with B'irothe after realizing what their work would entail, tortured and given a gash on their ear for each attempt since (have accrued many)

Teen Years

• Began resenting her upbringing and those who abandoned her and B'irothe(she is unaware of why they abandoned her)
• Continued her service begrudgingly despite many escape attempts, her frail untrained body failing her every time to fight off any sort of guards
• Compliments of her trade, she grew quite skilled at pickpocketing and misdirection
• Escaped after killing the ring leader of her brothel at 18 after witnessing her best friend B'irothe being killed trying to set her free

After Dalamud's Fall

Adulthood

• Unable to adjust to the outside world, P'etra failed to acclimatize to the social standards after the loss of B'irothe
• Continuously found herself in trouble or getting arrested

A Realm Reborn (Present, 22)

*Began wandering the land to escape jurisdiction, as well as find something to live for.

Wanted for Interesting Roleplay

*Relationships, as well as challenges