Lyall Riddell

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Although Lyall was born somewhere in Gyr Abania, never will she claim to be from there. She is a native of the city of Limsa through and through.. Why? Well.. All she knows about that is that her mother was from there, and all she knows about her mother is from the X tribe, and that she dropped Lyall like a bad habit, traveling to city to seek down the man that was only meant to be a fling and drop this child to be deemed, 'his problem'.
And his problem she became.. Gideon Riddell was never meant to be a father, the seas are what called to him. The freedom of being a true pirate, not those privateers that chose to bend the knee to rules under Admiral Merlwyb Bloefhiswyn.. No Gideon lived freely.. Or did before Lyall.. And unlike her mother, he did not abandon her... and with the help of her Grandparents they all raised her.Her father seemed to 'give up' the pirating life once Lyall was old enough to walk, and decided to open up a more... Honest business. That business? Fishing of course, and Lyall his deckhand. For Lyall the fishing trawler seemd to feel like more her home than the actual family house.. Even as a child she took to the waters and proved be a quick learner, something that didn't go unnoticed. The older Lyall became the more she was taught, and not just within the fishing field.. No it seemed important that she learn the lessons and skills that her father learned back during his pirating days... She never seemed to question it, she knew never to talk about who her father was in his past and accepted all the lessons taught to her. After a while it seemed that the honest fishing business became a bit... more.
A shady deal here, needing to hide an old friend running from the rogues there. It became more and more the norm, never a peep was mentioned about it from Lyall. On those days when it seemed they were in over their heads? Her knives that she carried weren't just for cleaning fish.. While she knows her way around a dagger, her preferred method with these weapons is to use them as throwing knives.. A skill that she still practices daily. No daggers around? Well a chair works just fine, she'll improve and fight as dirty as she needs to survive.One fateful day, one that is quite known to history in some way or form.. The Calamity. Most know how much the lands changed, that maps needed to be redrawn to make up for the damages caused.. It's a day that is forever burned into Lyall's mind, and over her skin.. She like many of the residents of Limsa Lominsa and beyond suffered that day.. The marks and burns that she bares are just more visible..
While Lyall survived, her scars may seem like a lot but compared to others? Like her Grandparents who lost their lives.. and her father who was out on the water and tried to escape by jumping to swim to shore, only to find the seas he loved; boiling. No Lyall will never complain about her scars.. Thankfully her father survived but he lives full time in a carehouse, and suffers constant pain.. She visits him regularly and he's started opening up more to her about thinks he used to keep quiet.. Her mother. More about his past. Reiterating all the lessons and codes he had her live by..Lyall has been remembering all these visits and taking the time after to write each and every thing down.. Something she started calling 'The Book of Not Dying.'From all of this, the fishing business was passed onto her.. The boat, the family home would have been if not destroyed by fire.. Her love of fishing has never once wavered, but she has added onto the business by diving beneath the waves to see what she can collect and sell on the seafloor, be it from wrecks, ruins, and things long lost or forgotten... Lyall will collect it, and she'll sell it. Even still, she is still more than just the humble fisher and collector..
This way of live still has had some drawbacks.. It has only been recently that Lyall has started traveling, in truth her leaving Vylbrand had only been a recent thing. There was always the excuse of 'it's never the right time.' Whelp.. Business going well, she's finally had the time and the means.. She's still new to it, and tends to get homesick for the fishing trawler that she lives in more than her home.. But there is a whole world for her to venture about now... and she absolutely plans to.

Dru Everly

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Dru's beginnings were... A confusing one to say the least.. The first thing this green Miqo'te remembers is waking up soaking wet, surrounded by strange looking creatures. Those creatures were Goblins, and they found a child no older than ten years of age floating in the waters of the Quickspill Delta of the Hinterlands.
Confused, frightened and cold, the Goblins took her into Idyllshire before those of the Illuminati found this child... After some much needed rest, warm clothes and hot food it appeared that the Miqo'te knew nothing. Not where she was from, how she came to get the remote lands, not even her own name.. Not sure what to do, they looked to the one who found her, and she along with a few others said they would take in the child and raise her... Using the mentality that it takes a village to use a child they would all pitch in and help, but she needed a name! For reasons that she never understood, her name became Dru Everly. Dru questioned this as she got older. "Why didn't I get a name like the others?" They wanted her to fit in when she eventually decided to live amongst others like her own kind..As she aged she learned from them, and took very quickly to building, engineering, and tinkering. Most of her time was spent within the workshop buildings, and was known to stay up all night working on whatever invention had claimed her mind.. Dru would and still will hyperfixate on whatever idea she has until it's seen through to fruition.
Even though she wasn't a Goblin, a fact that also bothered her for a while to the point that she created a goblin-like hat (that she only recently stopped wearing.) Those who taught her were always impressed with how eager she was to learn hand on. It wasn't like she was born some engineering prodigy, no Dru worked her ass off.. and hard work and determination showed. Even some of the Goblins who were not as keen as keeping and raising the Miqo'te had to respect her work.
The years went on Dru was slowly introduced to... not Goblins. Of course she was curious about them, even if they smelled funny. Those who traveled through the Hinterlands and Idyllshire she learned from, even picking up on some of the card and dice games the adventurers would play in their downtime.. Learning these quickly became Dru's favorite. One of these times, be it fate, be a coincidence, whatever one wants to call it was a scholar of Sharlayan.. And they seemed to be just as curious of Dru as she was of them, and before they left to return they offered her what most people probably only dreamed of.. a scholarship to the prestigious schools.And thus began a very new journey for the Miqo'te who was raised by Goblins..
Dru traveled with the scholar back to Sharlayan and the stops on the way they explained to her what all was going to be so very new to her, what she'd be learning.. And.... started the process of fixing her speech pattern. She was given boarding and a work study job for her to earn money to sustain herself in a field she knew all too well.. Repairing machinery and weapons.
At first Dru, like before, excelled! Really enjoying the hands on learning classes she was praised for her work on magitek prosthetics... What she didn't excel in or even attend were the classes that were 'meaningless' to her.. History, arts, language, why did she care? She only came for the reason of getting to the classes and topics she enjoyed.. So... Instead of attending these classes, she started gambling with the others who attended the schools there. Fed up with Sharlayan, it's rules and it's schools she dropped out.. And will tell anyone who asks that she learned more with the Goblins than there. It was Dru's plan to return home to Idyllshire.. That didn't go as planned.Dru ended up in Ul'dah, probably the very last place this Miqo'te should have been exposed to. She took the occasional odd job here and there, selling whatever sort of things she could that she made through her tinkering. In truth she was hardly making ends meet.. What made matters worse? Dru learned about the Gold Saucer, gambling away a lot of whatever she did earn..
Those who she sold to started to ask for more questionable weapons.. Dru the ever trusting just agreed, not asking why anyone would need such things or even thinking about the moral implications. Gil was gil and making them was a challenge, one she welcomed.. The more she became known for making these, well... the more she became known for it.. Not a thing one wants to be known for. A few different times Dru had ended up in gaol.. She made bail only once of the three times, after that? She left Ul'dah.. Left with more than a few outstanding gambling debts.Nowadays Dru has a place in Limsa.. She is still pretty much a Freelancer and taking odd jobs, and unfortunately 'forced' to be a workaholic to deal with some of her debts that she has already accrued... It also seems that Dru has not learned any sort of lesson when it comes to getting out of gaol, she still will make questionable weapons, and very much enjoys things that go boom. There hasn't seemed to be a moment that Dru thinks about what her life was before the Goblins, she enjoys the life she has and that's what matters to her.

Noa Fellwyn

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Born to an old nomadic tribe in Dravania, a tribe that was founded at the start of the Dragonsong War.. These nomadic people made up of all variety of races and all of them served a very important purpose to those who called Dravania their home. That purpose was traveling to different villages, military outposts, and any other place where people resided performing healing treatments and rituals. Aid for those who fled Ishgard... Reasons their own, be it they sided with the Dragons or were sympathizers, they wanted religious freedoms, outlaws on the run.. Their business was their own and Noa's people never judged. Majority of the time this required members to spread far and wide through the region. Instead of traveling as a group and to save precious time the tribe often split up, whether it was into small groups or just as individuals. They could go months, if not years before the whole tribe would reunite as one fully again. On time that they did, big festivals and feasts would be held.For Noa, like other children who lived this life she shadowed under and an Elder for so many years, and then would move to another.. and so on like that until the tribe High Priest or Priestess at the time deemed their initiate phase finished, allowing them to work without the Elder over their shoulder and in a small group.. To be one that travels on their own with no others required more, and to be trained by and accepted by the village 'Higher Masters', the rank just under the High Priest or Priestess. This undertaking would take years.. and many painful rituals that resulted in sacred scarification rituals.
This was Noa's goal.. A goal that at the age of 27 she saw through completion. All that she learned in that time.. The plethora of knowledge she gained in apothecary, cleansing rituals, traditional/holistic methods of healing, divination technique, and blessings.. Over one of her times traveling about 10 years ago, she heard the sounds a desperate and pathetic call, curious and not one to leave a creature in need Noa followed the call. To her surprise she came across a Wyvern hatchling, abandoned, emaciated, and left wing broken.. She waited nearby, waited to see if any of it's family, hell even of it's kind would come to the aid of what was essentially an infant... Noa waited and none came. Faced with this, she did the only thing that she could think of.. She took in the Wyvern, and gave him the name of Tirzi. It took a long time, keeping him hidden from the others she traveled with for a multitude of reasons.. The biggest and what she decided the most important of her reasoning was her hopes that Tirzi would integrate back to his own kind after healing. In the end? Tirzi imprinted on Noa, and has been a faithful companion to her ever sense.
She expected this to be and stay her life, even as she heard of rumors of different developments with the war and outsiders coming into Ishgard to work towards some sort of peace.. Hearing this? Noa scoffed. A war of 1000 years in her mind wasn't about to change, and her own opinion about the war was.. well she didn't have any strong feelings about it one way or another. She was born into the side of Dragons, she wasn't a worshiper.. but she didn't agree with Ishgard at all..
But as history showed and everyone knows.. The war did end.. What what doesn't just end is 1000 years of prejudice, from the Ishgardians and the Dravanians. Not all, but quite a few of Noa's tribe, herself included, decided to venture out of Dravania. She didn't want to be trapped in this prejudice, she didn't want to fall behind with the rest of the world... There was so much to see outside of Coerthas.. Even though it had only been a few years that she had achieved becoming a Higher Master she took what little she had, and Tirzi and left.It hasn't been that long since then, but in that time Noa likes to think she's adjusted well.. She's open enough to at least hear peoples sides and reasons for issues that differ. Though she still doesn't entirely trust Ishgardians. Gone are not the days of being called a heretic or a witch, she will still on occasion encounter such words and she'll wear the titles with pride, not ashamed for where she stood and what she did during the war.
She has settled in a small tucked away cabin just outside of Gridania, always dreaming of living in such a lush forest. Quietly Noa continued her work as a traditional healer, though she warns those not accustomed to the practice that it's not as comforting for people accustomed to other methods.. But still she has a decent amount of people who see her, and those who are new to her have only come to know of her through word of mouth from others. Her Wyvern Tirzi is still with her and stays hidden near her cabin, and along her own journey through Eorzea she has also come to care for a flying squirrel named Figment.

Cylus Vaahn

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Born to the name of Ysera in the Tehp tribe of the Skatay Range, she was dedicated to the Green Word.. Or at least outwards she portrayed as such, yes she respected the ways of her tribe but curiosity always pulled at her mind.. What was beyond the mountains? Beyond the trees?
So yes she followed the will of the Tribe and the Green Word.. She followed her duty when it was time that she had to pick up a bow to hunt and scout ahead to protect their home. While she wasn’t big enough, wasn’t strong enough to be anything but a scout, neither of which she considered her calling.. Always was she drawn to magic and arts over brute and steel. So the time she had alone while scouting she honed one of these.. She didn’t know what the magic was called but she’d manifest illusions or what she’d later learn to know as glamours for a moment before they’d vanish. She’d do this to near exhaustion, building and building her aether pool to a vast depth.. On the days where she couldn’t do this? Well she’d take a piece of charcoal and draw upon the trees.. she didn’t have the talent of an artist but she'd draw what she’d want to manifest with magic. Did this typically work? No.. No it didn’t. But practice and learning took all approaches.
For about thirty years she was Ysera.. And for seemingly no reason she finally did what she had silently dreamed of, and left.. Left behind her home, her family, and her name. Thus she because Cylus.. Just Cylus. While others in her tribe or surrounding ones would leave with the reason of war, wanting to protect their homeland and those they loved.. Her reason wasn’t so noble. Cylus wanted the freedom to see the world, freedom to explore her curiosities.
What she didn’t expect.. Was the initial culture shock, which she now laughs about, how would she expect such things? The shock was so great that her first steps in Dalmasca; a culture, a language she didn’t understand. Young for Viera, fearful, she fled.. And this pattern hopelessly repeated, until she nearly was bitter and regretful for leaving the Skatay Range, Cylus was only forced to adapt.This adaptation helped nurture and grow the confidence that she was naturally born with. It was learning that she clung to.. Learning that she thrived in. Cylus realized the quickest thing she picked up, and enjoyed was language. Not only was language something that she absolutely benefits from today, it also helped her with understanding the cultures of what she was studying in a way that gave her a deeper understanding. No longer having any barriers in multiple languages she was free to explore what drove her original desire to leave her tribe! Magic, arts..
Cylus was told the name of magic she did was glamour magic. A simple magic that most use everyday, a magic that wasn’t that impressive.. If that is the mindset one chooses that is.. For her it was not only something complete of artistic freedom and beauty, it could be whatever she wanted it to be, so long as she didn’t narrow her mind to what most society did. So she trained.. Trained everyday, honing the basic glamours that she started as child, to slowly applying it with clothing.. Then to hair.. Different features.. An idea started to form in her mind.. She could glamour her body? She could change her appearance? She could be anybody..
This tooks years.. Building these lives that she created, all with different names, lives, cultures and societies that she adapted into.. The language she was so quick with picking up on came in handy of course but as did the confidence she carried.. She learned just how quickly people believed someone if they were spoken with confidence, spoken with power.. And this confidence is how she charmed her way to the paths she had set and carved..Once Cylus felt established with herself and her lives.. She gave herself (Finally) a surname. Cylus Vaahn, the sole reason being that Vaahn sounded dignified.. Important, and while she got that reputation herself. She’d make it so.
All of this had been going exactly how she had planned, how she had wanted. What was left? Art. To learn and know art and antiquities.. From the history, the hands who owned them, and the ability to appraise these rare pieces.. Like everything else she had done, she went and did just this. Taking classes from Sharlayan, Hingashi, Ishgard, hells even through Eorzea.. Wherever she could learn? She did. Taking the approach of the different varieties of places she learned from gave her a wider and broader spectrum of knowledge.
As one would imagine managing all of this? And by herself seemed daunting and Twelves above it was.. Not only the lives of her glamours, building this new business as an art trader and appraiser, she became involved in more… criminal sort of things in the field of art theft. Not under her own name of course, people only knew the name Vipera when it was associated with the criminal underground, whispered in back alleys.. There seemed to be mysterious things with the name of Vipera with more than just art.. Needless to say.. Cylus’s hands were more than full as her reputation both honorable and questionable grew.
Don’t worry.. This Veena has trusted hands working for her.. Not just her husband Lucien, who she bonded to from a theft gone wrong.. but an assistant who has a knack for keeping all of this on track as it should be.. Because of this and her grown reputation she is seen living what could only be called a luxurious lifestyle.. Owning her own gallery from all the knowledge she’d gained of her own and of Lucien’s..
She’s often seen at plenty of high end parties and galas… however… Who’s to say who or what she would look like in attendance.

Jules Mirga

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This story begins long ago in the Royal City of Rabanastre, when Dalmasca was at peace and the Kingdom was bustling with markets, merchants, civilians and trade. This is how Jules will always try to remember her home today, but this was her home, a very proud Dalmascan.
Jules' life was peace for what would be for most, lifetimes... She knows that she’s lucky for that. Her beginning was a humble one, one that seems like a normal story of even a side character; lived but uneventful. She worked for the governing officials within the ties of the Kingdom. Sounds fancy, yes? Well there were plenty of jobs there and it wasn’t uncommon in Rabanastre for its people to have some sort of career tied to the Kingdom. Jules’ no different, however she had the privilege to travel all over the Star as a cartographer. It took decades of mentorship but she was chosen for her innate ability to remember and recall landmarks, details, and precise locations.. Because of this her maps that she created, the most in-depth and intricate ones she’d make would be sent to the military and guard, she wasn’t really aware of this but she never questioned it.. It was her job and one that she adored doing.
Her life was travel, learning and experiencing cultures, creating her maps, drawing as a passion.. She mostly seemed to live on a ship with how often she was off going from one place to another and oftentimes she’d spend extended periods of time in Thavnair.. Not that she had the inside knowledge on this but she’d overhear the locals talk of Dynamis, this completely fascinated her.. it still does though she’s far more careful with anything in relation to aether.While her love for travel was as obvious to see as the outsider looking in, just as the sky was blue and the grass was green.. Jules didn’t find love on her travels, surprisingly it was her homeland where she found that. Found in a Rava named Tahir.. Tahir was a sailor on one of the boats she was traveling on for work, and she was drawn to his own insatiable wanderlust, his completely unstressed demeanor and his optimism.. It was a complete whirlwind of a romance, one of quick passion and deep love, and by the time that Jules and Tahir returned back making port in his home of Valnain? They were married. Jules’ pregnant with their first child..
The made Valnain their home, welcoming two more children throughout the years her travel became limited to just within Dalmasca. Going between Valnain and Rabanastre while her children were in their younger years.. Though her heart yearned to go back out and answer the call that the unknown lands rang out. But, she wanted more than that, was to be a good mother, a lovely and doting wife.. And not fall prey to what she saw all too frequently with adventurers and leave her family behind. No she and Tahir saw all her children grow into their own individual selves and begin their own lives.
Once it was just them in the ‘empty nest’ the decided to make good on their talks, their goals that they set.. To get back to their love of travel, to move and retire in Thavnair near their children.. They dreamed of Jules’ selling her art and maps that she would do for fun for currency, and Tahir taking carpentry jobs.. Their dreams were set, and they were working slowly towards their dream..
But not all dreams get their shooting star that brings that wish to fruition.. Tragedy struck, and her darling husband Tahir fell sick.. Something he kept to himself, something he wouldn’t trouble his wife and grown children with… No they were working to meet that timeline of their goal. It wasn’t just some mere sickness unfortunately, and by the time Jules got him to see a professional? It was cranker (cancer), aggressive from being left untreated, he was beyond care.. It was just a mere few months later that Tahir passed. Jules shattered.. Falling into isolation.. Depression.. Just completely lost.As much as she wished she could say she tackled the grief and got the help she needed to pull out of it.. She didn’t not for many many years.. But her children helped her pull out her isolation.. It was a process.. One she was in the middle of working on when Garlemald invaded.
She almost fled like the rest, to go to Thavnair like she and Tahir planned to be near their children but.. Jules was approached by some of the officials she worked for.. Some she had never met.. They explained what they were looking for, a weapon for their country.. A secret weapon that the Garleans would never expect, and it had to come from Viera. The offer seemed so ridiculous that she nearly shrugged it off completely, but.. She was done.. She was tired.. She only just started to crawl out of this hole and now her home was being threatened? No.. She had enough. She accepted, and volunteered for this.
What all this entailed you wonder? I’m not surprised it was kept under such a secret.. If they died on the field? They were like ghosts.. They had no records because it was morally questionable and dangerous for the volunteers. What they did to the Viera who volunteered was constantly heavily dosed them with aether to induce their Mist Frenzy.. They didn’t know the consequences this would bring, on the enemy.. On the Viera..
For Jules? She has no memory of the 6 months she was kept in a frenzy as a juggernaut.. In the end it didn’t matter though, Garleans took Dalmasca.. Her home fell, and she was forced to flee, finally making her home in Thavnair.. For a while that is..
Before she could sink back into that depression she did seek help, she didn’t let it claim her.. Jules decided it was time for something completely new, and moved to Eorzea to Ul’dah where she still resides. Where she still tries everyday to stay above the water, some days haunt her more than others.. Sometimes the memories she thought she lost with the Frenzy in the war plague her nightmares.. But more times than not? She’s trying her best, waking up before the world and feeding the birds, walking through the streets before the hustle and bustle take the peace of an area away. She’s very much like an elderly woman, and with her age she kinda is only being Viera covers that..Suffering with advancements in technology, and prefers peace over violence in all regards now..

Arzizah Das

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Within the bustling streets of Thavnair, flittering from stall to stall, long red hair and jet black eyes seem to be recognized by most.. And most call her Ruby.
She wasn’t born to that name, ohhh nooo.. And she wasn’t a welcomed sight when he was younger either..
Born to the name of Arzizah and abandoned by her parents for reasons she’s never learned, the orphanage gave her the surname of Das… So needless to say her starts weren’t an easy one, but it also wasn’t something that she made easier. Arzizah had a foul temper, completely bratty and had to have her way.. A trouble maker through and through and didn’t seem to care.. She was known for running away from the orphanage many times, and after a while… they just stopped looking for her. Fine by her.. She started her life on the streets.
Which life actually turned around for her because of it.. She was ambitious yes, and a keen eye for business but her personality was an issue.. She tried to learn from watching others, but that only would get her so far, and one day a bubbly blue Raen danced into her life, and Arzizah took to her like none before.. Even today she‘ll call Sakari her light and will do anything for her friend as in her mind? She really owes a lot to her.. Sakari taught or tried to teach Arzizah to have better empathy while also encouraging her to at least try with people. So she did, and starting to see things a bit differently? She started to understand.. And learned through observing from the merchants and traders. She’d see what they did that was successful, where their failures and shortcomings were, coming up with her own opinions on how she’d do things differently.As she reached adulthood Arzizah decided she was going to learn people.. read them, their intention, just how to piece others apart. Simple right? Right……….
In her mind there were few who did this so flawlessly, so perfect that they typically were overlooked. Escorts. Courtesans. Sex workers. That’s right, Arzizah started working at a brothel. Working her way up to become Ruby, a high end escort.
This was not something she just obtained overnight.. Oh no.. She took the time needed, learning from the others she worked with of course but also sucking up the Madame of the business.. Showing her that she wanted to be more, and the Madame took a chance liking the Xaela’s spunk and confidence, and besides it wasn’t that Arzizah wasn’t a beauty. She invested in Arzizah.. She sent her to classes in etiquette, something she desperately needed.. Different classes in dance, be it ballroom, waltz, tango, exotic. She did classes in fine arts, being able to have intelligent conversation on art, music and theatre.. It took a while, and when Arzizah thought she’d done it all they’d send her to more, molding her to becoming what she asked to become..
She didn’t expect for it to take as long as it did, but the results didn’t lie.. Arzizah became a master of charisma, reading body language as if it were her second language. That temper still was there, but she knew how to lid it, and the knowledge she gained from this chance, this gamble taken on her mixed with the street smarts she gathered growing up. Well it paid off tenfold. A proper lady when her higher end clients wanted it.. A fiery temper to others who had that taste.. And ohh how she loved it.
Spoiled by clients, in silks, lavish clothing, high end drugs, fine dining.. she indulged in her life of pleasure and luxury. Gil never seemed to be a problem to her.. And she spoiled her friend she kept from childhood, Sakari having more than she could ever want, Arzizah making sure that her life was completely comfortable..Arzizah would have continued this work.. This lifestyle but it seemed the gods had other plans for her. One fateful day, she was escorting a client to a gala, where she met a certain glamour mage, Cylus Vaahn.. But it wasn’t really her.. She gave a different name, wore a different face and body. For Arzi? She saw right through this, called her out when she got a moment alone with the Viera.. Annoyed for someone even trying to deceive her, but also admired the magic Cylus had.. Cylus on the other hand? She’d never been caught and that amused her.. Impressed, she offered Arzizah a job, agreeing to even pay back her Madame for the classes the Xaela completed.
Arzizah said no and left. Thus began negotiations.. To the hurt of Cylus’s wallet, Arzizah finally agreed knowing her life of pleasure and doing whatever she wanted could continue so long as she kept up with the demands of the work that Cylus tasks her with.
Still working as the assistant today, Arzizah is tasked with managing schedules, meetings, the lives of Cylus’s glamours, dealing that the woman doesn’t have time for, and taking it upon herself to do the meetings that she herself wanted to do.. Those skills she learned working as an escort? Used every day being the face of the gallery and accompanying to the fancy parties that Arzizah lived for.
Most in Thavnair still will recognize her or know her as Ruby, a name she still holds pride to and will entertain as for fun when she has the time.DISCLAIMER
I know how Arzizah reads, and the assumptions that can be drawn to such a promiscuous character. She is fun to write but do not seek her out for ERP. This is not why I made her.

Neso Senda

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WIPAdopted to a smaller noble house of Ishgard she was given the name Aliénor Valette.. Her adoption seemed to cause a stir of gossip amongst the other houses, a scandal, most didn't seem to like Au Ra because of their horns and scales they assumed as draconic like properties.. It's not.. But they assumed.This was not something the family didn't expect.. They enjoyed being the talk of the families.. They relished the notoriety. Parading Aliénor around their house parties as a novelty.They still taught her music, arts, and did advance in schools.. But as the Valette's had their own children, Aliénor seemed to matter in being a nanny first and foremost..Did she enjoy this? No.. But this was her life and she loved her brother and she took care of.. She was content to live this way.. That was until her parents set to marry her off to a monster.Hatching a plan she changed her name and applied to The Studium in Sharlayan under a new name.. Getting accepted she fled and never looked back.. Her magic proving useful to scholars she became a gleaner.Nowadays the name of Aliénor is long since behind her, going only by Neso. She completely loves what she does as a Gleaner and takes much pride in it.
She has been trying to become more comfortable with other people and learning to open up. Though it's a slow process.

Art Commissions

Hello!

Thank you for taking the time to look at my carrd! I go by Swibbs, and I very much enjoy RPing as you could probably tell with all the characters I have. While it might seem overwhelming I do dedicate quite a bit of time to each and see that they are completed as I also just enjoy the story and content of FFXIV.I believe communication is important in all fronts with RP to ensure that both are happy with the outcome.. and while I prefer in game RP, I will on occasion do discord for ease of scheduling.IRL always comes first and foremost, and will understand that. If for whatever reason the RP is not something you are enjoying or would like a different route this is again where communication comes to play, if nothing can be reached and either decides to drop or walk away from the RP it is understandable. While some of my OCs may be assholes I try not to be so please just reach out is something is bothering you.

About me

I am in my thirties, happily married with dogs and a kiddo. Any sort of IC romance or relationship will be staying IC only, I will not budge on this, I'm all for being friends but the line won't move from there.Boundaries are to be respected. Period.While I work part time, my job is very restrictive to being able to respond in timely manners within my shift. I do my best but I get busy.There may just be some days where I'm exhausted or drained and would rather chill than do RP.I love designing houses and apartments in game.I doodle sometimes and make emotes.