Ryoko Stormsong

Ryoko Stormsong
Gender	Female
Race	Miqo'te
Clan	House Fortemps
Citizenship	Ishgard
Age	14
Marital Status	"I'm not a sailor!"
Occupation	Guard
Height/Weight	56 Ilms / 70 ponzes
Orientation	"I think we're facing West?"

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Basic Info

Ryoko Stormsong, while not a very impressive adventurer, is perhaps one of the more inspiring. With no discernible skills and naught but a vague description of a lost relic to guide her, Ryoko seeks to claim her family's legacy. Leading a band composed of her older sister, a disgraced Temple Knight, and her loyal canine companion, she searches across Eorzea for the mystical sword Ilyandra, Bane of Dragons, lost years ago. She hasn't even the slightest clue where it might be.

LIKES ■ Rain ■ Jumping ■ Treasure ■ Ru Ru

DISLIKES ■ Hot places ■ Pants ■ Scary lalafells ■ Locked Doors

OTHER ■ Alignment: Lawful Neutral ■ Favorite Food: "What are cows made of?" ■ Favorite Drink: Mead ■ Favorite Color: "Blue!"

Biography

In a dark age of eternal war, there lived a man of steel and valor, by the name of Barrett Stormsong. Hailing from the frigid Northlands of Coerthas, he served loyally as a knight of House Fortemps and a devout servant of God. With the glory of Ishgard driving his will, his divine greatsword Ilyandra carved sweeping symphonies of war, written in the blood of heretics and dragons. Thus had he become known as the Stormbringer.

Barrett’s epic tale began insignificantly. The Holy See had once again called upon House Fortemps to pledge sons to the armies of the Archbishop, a duty from which most never returned, but which few would dare refuse for fear of being branded a heretic. Young Barrett Stormsong took up the banner of his house and marched to Dravania, almost certain to never be seen again. At the edge of the world and surrounded by vile foes, Barrett’s company soon found itself overwhelmed by the never-ending Dravinian Horde, as so many had before them. Though their hearts were courageous and their will like iron, the sons of Fortemps could not hold out forever. Their lines broke, and all were slaughtered by the forces of hell. There, dying in the mud as the feeling of cold rain slowly turned to numbness, Barrett was spared the specter of death.

As he recounts the tale, the clouds parted and a herald of Halone came from the sky. Yet this Valkyrie was not here to take Barrett away to Valhalla. Halone yet had a purpose for him. The herald ordered Barrett to his feet, and entrusted to him the holy blade Ilyandra, whose light brought him back from the brink of death. To restore hope, and liberate his people from fear, he says, was his God-given task. Thus he cut a great path of righteous retribution back to his homeland, arriving once more in his home of Coerthas after three years of campaigning. The House celebrated his return, and though many have doubted his tale, none questioned his prowess in battle. For many years he led the charge in the battle, repelling countless assaults against the frontier and chasing darkness from its wretched hovels.

The legacy he forged with Ilyandra took him to the farthest reaches of the Northern wastes, and across the woodland nation of Gridania, where he met the woman who would bear his children. It was a Miqo’te maiden whom he fell in love with, and though he had many long years left to wage war against Ishgard’s enemies, he realized that he must have a son to carry on his legacy. Barrett’s passion for his foreign lover would ultimately be his undoing. The comfort of domestic life had dulled his fury, and he had not even an heir to show for it. Miqo’te women are not wont to birth Hyur children, and though it seemed fate would smile upon them twice, his hopes were dashed both times as he was given daughters. Were they pureblooded Hyur, they might still have proved worthy heirs to the Stormbringer legend. Yet they were small of stature, weak, and unfit for war. Worse still, neither of them were particularly clever. Though still holding on for Halone to hear his prayers once more, Barrett fell into the routine of family life, and slaying dragons and heretics became an increasingly small part of his life. It was perhaps fitting that as he lost his edge, so too would Ilyandra become lost to him. The blade which had felled a dozen dragons and countless unbelievers was unceremoniously taken by a thief in the night.

Barrett searched for the blade for many long months. When he returned to Coerthas, he had the thief’s head as his trophy, but the blade had long changed hands and he was no closer to finding it than when he departed. No longer could he bear to leave his family to fend for themselves, and thus he returned home, his days as a holy crusader finally behind him. He swore that he would never reveal this grand chapter of his life to his children, nor drive them to become what he once was. The Stormbringer had died, and would fall into obscurity. Yet the people of the Highlands did not forget. As the Dravanian threat grew ever greater, they became resentful of their former protector, and of the family he abandoned them for. For reasons they could not understand, the Stormsong daughters were spurned by some, and shunned by many more still. Ryoko and Mishka were only welcome within the walls of House Fortemps, save for the few kind souls which could be found on the Frontier. It was one such soul, in the form of a holy scholar, who unknowingly revealed to them their father’s secret. Whenever the two would visit the Observatorium, he would read to them from historical texts and Eorzean literature. He thought it only fitting that, on the verge of adulthood and soon to find their own way in the world, they would be inspired by a retelling of their father’s great deeds. Yet these glorious tales had never before reached their ears.

It was Ryoko who decided that she and Mishka would find the mythical Ilyandra. All her life she had felt no sense of self-worth, and realized that she was unlikely to amount to anything. Yet, if she could return Ilyandra to the legendary Stormbringer, she’d be a hero! She and Mishka debated the subject for weeks, but in the end they committed to the journey. So it was that on an uneventful afternoon, the sisters informed their parents that they were going outside to play, and began their journey down the mountain. With no thought to bring Gil, or food, or even more than a single set of clothes, the Stormsongs set off into the world entirely unprepared.

Living off the land (but more accurately, stealing popotos from a lalafell farmer), Mishka and Ryoko found themselves all the way in the Twelveswood. However, it soon dawned on them that they had absolutely no frame of reference for what Ilyandra looked like, or more importantly, where it might be. Yet not all was lost. They happened upon a travelling merchant along the road, and considered shaking him down for more popotos. They wisely chose, instead, to inquire where they might find a missing artifact. The merchant had no information of his own to share, but suggested that some of his connections might. He led them to the Tonberry’s Lantern, a tavern where tradesmen from across the realm met to make deals and discuss their wares. The Stormsongs found a wealth of information from the merchants, but needed a place to stay while they explored each lead. Thus it was that Mishka and Ryoko came to live in the Utility Closet at the Tonberry’s Lantern.

Miscellaneous

RUMORS Some of these rumors are untrue or are greatly exaggerated. Please feel free to add your own rumors under PC! ◢ Common Rumors (Easily overheard) ■ She's very good at looking for things. Maybe not so good at finding them... ■ ■ ◢ Moderate Rumors (Moderately difficult to overhear) ■ ■ ■ ◢ Rare Rumors (Very difficult or rarely overheard) ■ ■ ■ ◢ PC Rumors (Rumors from the character's of other players) ■ ■ ■ ■

RELATIONS ♥ Romantic Interest ♥ Platonic Love ● Good Standing ● Poor Standing ♥ Name : Description

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