Raramia Luelin
 Raramia Luelin
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| Gender | Female |
| Race | Elezen |
| Clan | Duskwight |
| Citizenship | Gridania |
| Place of Birth | Sharlayan |
| Guardian | Thaliak the Scholar |
| Nameday | 5th Sun of the 2nd Umbral Moon (Age:30) |
| Marital Status | Widowed |
| Server | Balmung |
Contents
Appearance
Some say a woman is loveliest when first blossoming into womanhood from youthful adolescence, a time where there are no fears of wrinkling and gray hair to hinder "true beauty", and the long years of life ahead of her are bright and hopeful with many opportunities. For a woman well beyond the moment when girl makes the admirable transition into woman, Raramia is lovely in her own right, a vision of maturity and strength in the wake of the experiences behind her in younger years. She has yet to show signs of true aging and is every bit a woman in the prime of her life.
It is simple to identify Raramia as an Elezen by the sight of her alone, even at a distance. Though short in stature by the standards of her race at a mere six fulms in height, her figure still bears the long and graceful legs of her kind that cause her to tower over many who belong to the races of Hyur, Miqo'te, and especially Lalafell. Graceful and lithe, she bears her own share of womanly curves that are completely filled out as she has surpassed the years in which she had been growing into her own body. Her generous curves and taller stature do not speak for a great deal of physical strength, however. There is only so much muscle on her tall body, as she is mostly softened curves that bear perhaps an average level of strength. This would imply that she has lived an easier life devoid of much physical activity that would normally speak for a warrior or professional adventurer. Such things can also be found in her soft hands that show little in the ways of being worn by years or use, callous free and unblemished by scarring. The Elezen makes up for her lack of physical strength in swiftness, agility, and the wisdom contained within her mind. For true, Raramia was never the active sort until recently, living a healer's lifestyle where mending wounds and contemplating knowledge mattered more than the power of the body itself.
Looking upon her face, one would easily see the soft contours of each plane and angle to be found, as her fair and light skin hides little. Like her ears, certain features are pointed to some extent, from her slightly elongated chin, pointed nose, even the outer end of her almond-shaped eyes that sparkle a bright mossy green. Delicate golden brows top these eyes to match the fair shade of her hair, worn long and silky smooth as it falls in layers to her shoulders. A decent bulk of the pale gold strands are pulled back into a loose braid where some of her naturally darker streaks can be seen woven throughout. There is nothing too extravagant about her appearance, no obscene amount of jewels or makeup and only a natural pink hue to her cheeks along with a tiny birthmark at the corner of her left eye. Save for dark gold ear clasps and a simple band of woven gold upon the ring finger of her left hand, she generally avoids jewelry unless a particular piece holds meaning to her that transcends aesthetic reasons. The same goes for her manner of dress. Where once she had clothed herself in styles of sweeping gowns and flowing robes, Raramia takes on simpler styles these days, aiming more for convenience than flair.
Personality
Quiet, pensive, thoughtful, wise... Whatever can be said about Raramia Luelin, it usually involves some manner of implication towards an insightful nature coupled with no manner of hurry on whatever path she may be walking at the time. A steady thinker, Raramia is more the type to think long and hard about a choice before dedicating herself to it and taking action. It is not necessarily about caution, but more about looking deep within herself to find which path may feel "right". Despite this behavior, she does not begrudge any who go through life with a quicker step, opting out of thinking before they leap simply to feel that rush of being alive. To each their own, and she is a woman who appreciates the variations of one person to the next, for a world cannot truly be whole without its differences.
Time is spent silent and withdrawn for this woman, her expression often betraying the deep contemplation she often finds herself in. What she thinks about is anyone's guess as she rarely bothers anyone with the thoughts that often plague her, but she is in no way a martyr who believes her feelings are less important than another's, it is simply... Well, most times she can hardly give voice to the thoughts that cross her mind. Were she to try, her voice would carry no sound to form words, as if the sudden task of translating thought to voice became hindered by the fact that both things were of two separate languages. For quite some time now, Raramia has lost her way with words when it comes to speaking of herself and her feelings. Talking about any other subject can be done with ease, up until the point she is urged to reveal a little more of herself. Thinking of herself only prompts her to contemplate what she has lost and the parts of her that have died as a result. Who wants to hear such tales of woe? Who wants to comfort yet another person who has lost something when so many have lost the same? Because of this, Raramia burdens no one with what feelings she may have in most moments, save for the few who become close enough to call "friend". It is not too difficult a task to befriend this woman, for she is still of a good nature, kind and honest, and takes care of those around her to whatever capacity she is able. "Maternal" some may call her.
As she is a woman in the later years of her life, Raramia no longer posseses the rebelliousness and daring of youth and is considerably settled down and wise. Or perhaps, even as a child, she was never like that? In truth, those who know her well find it difficult to believe she was ever adventurous or daring, believing instead that she was always the quiet sort who appreciated silent study over exciting adventures. Were it true that she had been so lively in younger years, there would be much confusion as to why she has settled down so much and is so completely removed from adventure and its quirks. But everyone has a story; it is simply a wonder what hers could be. Until such a tale is told, however, Raramia simply lives on as that source of warmth and welcoming for those she holds dear. Friends are more than simply that to her--they are Family. She would do anything for them, silently watching over their lives, praying for their perpetual happiness, and acting out wherever she can to see that it is so.
Flaws, Merits, and Behaviors
Flaws
Merits
- Healer: Due to her long years in the past spent as a traveling acolyte of Sharlayan, Raramia still possesses a healer's touch and continues to practice such a gift to this day. While nowhere near the caliber of a powerful White Mage, she still gives of herself generously when others are in need and she has the ability to assist. Despite her natural talent, she is currently looking into other forms of medicine and has taken up apprenticeship in Ul'dah within the Alchemist's Guild.
- Insightful: Her contemplative nature makes her a decent listener to those who simply wish for someone to talk to, and when asked, will offer her opinions and wisdom on the matter to whatever capacity she is able if it means to help an anxious mind. Her experiences may not be as vast as those who have traveled the width and breadth of Eorzea and seen its many wonders, but perhaps her words can still help those in need of comfort.
- Selfless: Ask her for anything, and she will do what she can to provide. Offer her anything, and she will decline every time. Far from materialistic, there is nothing that Raramia could find that is worth troubling another individual over, nothing she could be offered that her heart truly desires. The needs of others come first, especially those younger than herself as she has seen those years already and finds no reason to deprive them of something simply for her own personal gain.
Hobbies
- Gardening: A no-brainer considering her love of nature, Raramia enjoys spending time working in a garden and tending to the earth. When she is not acting as the "mother hen" of her extended family or out communing with nature, she can be found in the gardens of the Botonist's Guild, or out in the wild harvesting nature's bounty so that it may be shared with others.
- Listening to Stories: Reading can be an enjoyable activity if the right book is opened, but hearing the tales and experiences of others is something she finds more pleasing, mainly due to the way a storyteller becomes alive, animated, when recounting their adventures to a crowd. Because of this, she has a great appreciation for Bards and other authors who enjoy sitting down to read their stories aloud, especially to the children.
- Music: While no expert in the art of music, Raramia still has an appreciation for it and the thought of creating such lovely melodies with her own hands is one of the few things in life that can fill her heart with excitement and longing. Her only experience is with a simple lapharp, and her songs are amateur compared to others, but she finds pleasure in it, and that is what matters. She has been told in the past that she has a beautiful singing voice as well, but it is not a form of music that she pursues.
Likes
- Hot chamomile tea
- Light rainfall
- Visiting with Friends
- A good story
- Helping people
Dislikes/Fears
- Thinking of the past
- Talking about herself
- War
- Bandits and brigands
- Dark Magic
- Primals
History
Before Dalamud's Fall
There is little about Raramia Luelin that would be anything spectacular when compared to the adventures and achievements of others in Eorzea's recent history. A child born into a family of scholars in the city-state of Sharlayan, her path was set the moment she took her first breath. The youngest child of three, having an elder brother and a sister who fell in between, Raramia was coddled for a few decent years by a doting father, but such things ceased when she reached an age to begin her studies, her harsher mother believing a coddled child, especially a girl, would grow too soft and weak-willed for the life they would shape for her. A delicate mind softened by affection would grow into a whimsical adolescent who had her head up in the clouds, incapable of absorbing knowledge and logic while being instead driven by emotion. While her father argued that the presence of emotion could further benefit such pursuits and create a living, thinking person rather than some mindless Garlean machine, the demands of the mother were met, and Raramia was thrust into the cold and calculating world of education. Growing up as a child who knew little else in the world, there was nothing out of sorts with the way her life was slowly developing. All around her, she witnessed poised and intelligent individuals who carried the light of knowledge with them like an ever-burning torch. She wanted to be like that. She wanted to be intelligent, graceful, learn all of the secrets of the world, and make her family proud. Of the three children, however, Raramia was the one most driven by emotions, just as her mother had predicted and feared.
She found herself passed around from teacher to teacher, though it wasn't for the fact that those well-learned individuals were unhappy with her. Quite the contrary, each favored her as a student and wished to continue her education, but it was her mother's demand as she was less than satisfied of her daughter's "behavior" that seemed a testament of poor teaching. It was much to the dismay of the child, as Raramia had grown close enough to her mentors to truly understand respect and admiration. The behavior in question, ironically enough, was the common behavior of any child who sought to play and laugh and smile. If she was trying to enjoy her childhood, then she wasn't taking her studies seriously.
It was a harsh upbringing with her mother's strict ideals and demands. Her elder siblings had long ago lost their sense of wonder and excitement for anything more than acquiring more knowledge and standing on equal ground with their peers. Sharlayan wasn't a cold and unfeeling nation; on the contrary, there were many people who were full of heart and still possessed a wonder of their great world. Raramia had simply been unfortunate enough to be born in the household of one who felt no value for whimsical feelings. Her mother organized every aspect of her children's lives while her father had mostly given up on the elder two siblings who showed too many signs of becoming a purely logical sort like their mother. His favorite was little Raramia, who had the most heart. Despite the ideals that were being forced upon her, he found whatever opportunities he could to nurture that budding quality within her, offering her books of fantasy and intrigue to read in secret, telling her short stories at bedtime to inspire that sense of childish wonder and excitement... Such things ended, however, when her father was sent far away from home to a distant place called Mor Dhona in order to study some unearthed relics presumably belonging to the ancient Allagan Empire. Her mother's influence was all she had for a time, and she grew understandably jaded with the world, which seemed a crime to some as she was still only a child who should be thriving and letting her spirit glow brightly. It wasn't until a particular member of the Circle of Knowing became directly involved with Raramia's life that her mother finally decided to back down. This person was Louisoix Leveilleur, an old friend of the family who claimed to owe Raramia's departed grandfather "a favor". The nature of that favor was never understood, but the child began to thrive once again under his tutelage, and despite the great gap that was the age between them, she gained her first true friend.
When she was sixteen years old, news reached her family that her father had been present with another number of prominent scholars in the vicinity of Silvertear Lake when the Garleans sought to cross into Mor Dhona, perishing in the resulting battle between the Empire and the might of the land's guardian Midgardsormr. It was her first true taste of loss.
Life moved on, and Raramia found herself apprenticed to a scholar who encouraged the girl to put everything she had learned into practice. Considering the nature of some of her mentors in the past, her potential was clear. At long last, Raramia was able to venture beyond the boundaries of her city--and the suffocating hold of her mother--and experienced fantastical sights she thought never to see; dragons in flight in the skies over Dravanian mountains, the vast snowfields of Coerthas, the distant spires of Ishgard... The girl slowly blossomed into a young woman of growing knowledge and wisdom under the guidance of her master, and a year later, they entered the altered landscape of Mor Dhona to investigate the nature of the aetheric disturbances caused by the fall of Midgardsormr, and what implications such an event may hold in the future. She never had the pleasure of seeing the true beauty of Silvertear before the Garleans came and provoked the wrath of the land. But not only the land showed its dangerous and ugliness, for in the wake of a great dragon's death came the trophy-hunters. These heartless bandits came to defile the corpse of a great beast, and when they found the Sharlayan scholars in the area with their fine clothes and tools, they thought to take more than a few dragon scales and teeth. Bullied and outnumbered, the inherent abilities resulting from years of study could not keep them safe for long from the weapons of those who had no regard for the lives of others. Her peers were cut down and those that remained sought to flee. Some of their antagonists followed while the rest stayed behind to reap the fruits of their vile labors. It was here that Raramia's path would inevitably take her into the green wilderness of Gridania, as thats where her saviors called home.
They were a skilled lot, these Gridanian archers and the healers who supported them. They had been tracking these poachers through the wilderness of the Black Shroud for some time, and though Mor Dhona was beyond their borders, these diligent hunters would not let these villians escape and harm the land any further. It was here that Raramia met the Wildwood Elezen that she would eventually marry.
Weary and grieving their losses, the Sharlayan scholars were escorted back to the nation of Gridania where they could safely recover. The Shroud was so different from anyplace she had ever seen, so green and lush and alive. Raramia could feel the land around her, hear the whispers in the wind, appreciate the soft caresses of rain. Her mother would have scoffed at the thought that her own daughter would find any solace in some backwater wilderness such as this, but Raramia was comforted by this place, and after spending a number of weeks there and learning of the land with the Gridanian archer Aranian Longstride, she found the meaning of "home" at last. She remained in Gridania, applying her healer's gift to those in need while soaking up the knowledge to be found here under the tutelage of its many residents rather than return home. The land was falling into much strife, and she convinced herself that the long trek home would be too dangerous an endeavor. It was much safer to build a life in this new land and help out where she could as the world around her began to descend into madness. Yet despite the chaos and strife erupting all around her, there was a brighter side to it all when Aranian asked her to marry him. She was twenty years old. Being his wife marked the happiest years in Raramia's life, and as his wife, she applied herself fully to the nation that had become her new home, especially when the Empire continued its march into Eorzea, and it was in Gridania that she was able to meet an old mentor once again, Louisoix.
And then, the Battle of Carteneau arrived, and everything changed.
After Dalamud's Fall
The Calamity marked the end of an era, and also served as the moment in time when everything that Raramia had once held dear was ripped away from her. The great battle that took place upon that bloody plain made her a widow, as Aranian marched with his Gridanian brethren to fight those who threatened everything he loved, and like so many others, he never came home. Raramia was on the battlefield that day, but was kept safely behind to serve as a healer for those who needed to be removed from the field. She had wanted to be out there fighting alongside her husband, but that infuriatingly noble man had pulled what strings he could to ensure she would be nowhere near the fighting. When the battle was over and Bahamut had ravaged the land in his fury, the devastation seemed endless, and despite all her efforts, Raramia could never locate her beloved's body on that field. But then, there were many whose bodies were no longer whole after that terrible battle, so much laid to waste in the wake of the Primal's onslaught. It was this incident that ignited the woman's bitter feelings towards the Primals, as it was a Primal who stole her love away. Without a body to bury and grieve over, she was forced to return home, a ghost of her former self and now a young widow who should have been enjoying those years with the love of her life. She was twenty-four.
Gridania could no longer offer any solace or peace, as everywhere she looked, she was plagued by memories. His face, his voice, that boyish smile that melted her heart... She saw him everywhere, even in the faces of others. Raramia was inconsolable, and not even the kind-hearted gestures of the maternal Miounne could ease the pain that gripped her fragile heart. Many lost loved ones in those dark days, and each of them found different ways to heal, if they ever did at all.
Present Day
Six years later, Raramia can still be found calling Gridania her home. She has never returned to Sharlayan even after the death of her husband, knowing that her "family" would offer her no comfort. Her true family resided in the green reaches of the Shroud, and as they were the last things in this world that could offer her any comfort, she would not leave them. They may come and go on their own adventures, but she offers them at least one person to always welcome them back with open arms and listen to their stories with a contented smile. She has come a long way since those days when her grief was the deepest, but there are times when her eyes appear dark and haunted, as though she may still be battling against those memories of the past.
She keeps herself busy with various tasks such as gardening and harvesting herbs and ingredients from the wild that will help make meals for the hungry orphans left behind by the Calamity, volunteering at the Canopy to help Miounne out on particularly crowded evenings, or simply going for walks through the Shroud to commune with nature and visit with the Sylphs.
Family and Relationships
♥ Friends ♥ Family ♥ Romantic Love ♦ Neutral × Rival
Affiliations
Rumors
PC Rumors
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Other Notes
Music Themes
Sakura Nagashi - Yabisi Lyrics
Wanted for Interesting Roleplay
♦ As a resident of Gridania, those who have lived there for the past ten years would likely know of her to some degree, whether it be of her prior citizenship of Sharlayan, her work for the Botonist's Guild and as a Conjurer, or the fact that she was widowed by the Calamity. Some individuals may have known her deceased husband personally as well.
♦ As stated, she is a very good natured woman and looks out for her friends, always giving them a smile to come home to. This includes adventurers who have passed through Gridania often and may not call the nation their home.
♦ Currently open to connections of all kinds. Please contact me via forum or in game if you are interested.
