Elysea Aster

"Honed is the blade that severs the villain's head. Endless is the path that leads him from Hell." - Cidolphus Orlandeau

A wandering viera from a foreign land in search of meaning, who's warm and gracious demeanor hides a seemingly haunted soul. One searching for something seemingly unobtainable.
For every radiant smile she offers, there is a still, steely blue gaze.
In every heartfelt laugh, a tinge of longing.
She would offer herself freely to anyone in need, but deeply guarded she keeps her secrets.

Basic Information

City Name: Elysea Aster.Forest Name: Ljotte Paro (no longer uses).Nickname(s): Ely, formerly “The Dreamer” and [REDACTED].Gender: Female.Age: Secret, but appears early 20’s in hyur terms. Physically young and spry for a viera, her youthful face belies one of a lifetime of maturity and wisdom.Nameday: 24th Sun, Sixth Umbral moon.Race/Clan: Veena viera.Alignment: Neutral Good.Height: 6’2”Complexion: Smooth blushed alabaster skin, with a beauty mark and light freckling on her face.Physique: Lithe and lean; a silhouette of gentle curves, long powerful legs, and natural muscle tone. Delicate hands and fingers that have shown signs of hardship in the past, but recently have been better treated. Deceptively strong and quick for her looks.Identifying Features: Her body is littered with the scars of battle and torture, with most being on her back, side, and arms. She typically dresses conservatively to hide them, though the most noticeable one is on her right forearm that is often left exposed past the cuff of her sleeve. She has a small straight vertical scar on her jaw to the right of her chin as well that is only visible in certain lighting, that she covers with makeup often while in cities. Other than that, her face was mostly spared by the hardships she endured. The most gruesome scars on her back cause her discomfort often, even to this day.Combat Preference: Long sword, staff, conjuration, white magic (only in extreme circumstances). If ever put to the task of defending herself, she is extremely skilled with her sword, relying more so on speed and technique than strength, though she does not seem to lack in that attribute either. Her displays of dedicated tutoring from a skilled knightly swordsman is belied by blows that can come across as brutal and almost savage in nature, as if a rage fills her that is honed and harnessed by the training of an honor bound expert. Her dance is elegant and beautiful; a white swan gently taking off in flight. Her strikes are vicious and deadly; a tigress going in for the kill.Language and Voice: Soft and velvety, her normal speaking voice is barely above a whisper, but can sometimes carry a deep, commanding weight when the situation calls for it. She is fluent in vieran forest speak and Dalmascan, but is working on her Eorzean. She speaks with a thick vieran accent.Residence: None, but currently lives with a friend and benefactor in Gridania who shares space in her residence.Occupation: Wandering freelance healer and protector, formerly [REDACTED].Notable relatives
Yvitte (Great grandmother, deceased)
Yrgotte (Mother, estranged)
Unknown father
Oryn (Younger middle brother, joined Wood Warders, whereabouts unknown)
Grmyr (younger sister, deceased)

Hooks and additional information

Hooks• Quietly searching for any knowledge of white magic in Eorzea, with a keen interest in Amdapor. Any mention of white magic will spark her interest. She also tends to be quite optimistic, but often gullible, in these regards.• Spent time as a Garlean war prisoner. Refuses to speak of what happened to her during this time, and it is obviously an extremely touchy subject with her. Has a deep disdain for Garlemald.• Has a soft spot for children; her guarded demeanor will melt around them.• A hearty solo wanderer, but she will happily travel with company if the opportunity arises, often traveling with others in directions she had no intention to go, just to help.• Though she has no permanent place to call home, she has space in a fellow refugee's house in Gridania. This friend, she keeps a secret.• Is in possession of an Amdaporian-era tome that was inherited from her great-grandmother, a tome which Elysea stole from her mother before fleeing her village. She seeks knowledge on the origins of the tome, how it came to be in her family's possession in the Skatay Range, and what powers she may unlock with it.Quirks• Elysea speaks Eorzean with a thick "Icelandic" vieran accent, and often stumbles over her words. It is obvious she is attempting her best at upper class Eorzean language, but struggles with it at times. Her vieran and Dalmascan tongues, on the other hand, are fluent.• She will tolerate urban environments, but her heart always seems to be in the wilds, away from civilization. She has a strong distaste for industry. In this case, she has a bit of duality. She puts on a face of refinement while in the city, but becomes more loose and free in the wild.• Struggles with moderate vision problems, and sometimes wears glasses in urban environments or when reading.• Is very guarded about the origins of her scars, of which there are many scattered about her body, particularly her back. Fortunately, her face was mostly spared, except for a small one on her chin. She makes an effort to cover up her body scars while in company.Rumors• Common: Arrived in Eorzea with a small group of Dalmascan refugees a year ago. Her group was part of a larger influx of refugees, but was notable for mostly consisting of former resistance members, with her seemingly the amongst the leadership of the group.• Moderate (only those that have spoken with some that have traveled in Coerthas): Reports of the use of white magic to save wounded merchants that were stranded in the Central Highlands. The merchants remained grateful and tight-lipped on the possessor of such magic, only releasing that it was a silver-haired viera.• Moderate (veena viera that grew up in the Skatay range): You may have seen, heard of, or interacted with Elysea, known then with her forest name as Ljotte, travelling about the Range with her mother and siblings as a band of zealot religious healers. Many believed her mother to be insane with delusions of grandeur.• Rare, spoilers for backstory (only those that have asked some Dalmascan refugees from the border of Skatay, or Garleans stationed in northern Dalmasca prior to Stormblood): Elysea was "The White Ghost of Skatay", a feared killer and urban myth amongst the Garlean occupiers in northern Dalmasca. After spending time in a Garlean prison camp and discovering her fiancé had been killed, she began a violent campaign of vengeance against the Garlean occupiers in northern Dalmasca, murdering officers and soldiers and disappearing in the forest or dark alleys in the city. The Ghost eventually ran afoul of a Garlean garrison, where she was assumed to have been killed by a magitek armor pilot. In reality, Elysea survived the confrontation, but was severely wounded and dying before she was rescued and nursed back to health by a group of former Dalmascan partisans fleeing to Eorzea, where they would all start over anew.

Background (WIP)

__Early life__Elysea was born Ljotte Paro, in a veena village on the south-western skirts of the Skatay Range. Her mother, Yrgotte, was the head village priestess and the sister of the village leader, and at one point, one of the most highly respected members of the community. Her father is unknown, and her mother never spoke of him. Early childhood for Ljotte was quite normal, other than her mother’s initial aloof behavior toward her children. This changed, though, when Ljotte's mother claimed that she began to receive visions from a goddess she referred to as the Blue Goddess. Many dismissed this as a possible mental break, but her mother’s obsession with the goddess only grew, to the point that she focused it on her daughter.You see, Ljotte was born with bright azure eyes. Despite their captivating gaze, blue eyes would not be something that someone would think of as unique. But Yrgotte vehemently claimed that it must be a sign of divine parentage, that of the goddess’s. Her rantings and ravings began to cause quite a disturbance amongst her village, and many began to ostracize her and treat her as ill. Not getting the validation that she desired, and growing weary of the ridicule, she took Ljotte and her siblings outside the village, where they started their own small homestead. This was a time of much confusion for Ljotte, since she was so young and was not aware of what was happening, but she was a dutiful daughter who respected her mother and catered to her every whim, at least for now.The next decade saw Ljotte being indoctrinated by her mother, but also trained in the ways of conjury. Despite their feelings of persecution, Ljotte's mother was strict in her lessons that she should spread light and healing wherever she went. They began traveling the range, meeting and helping many people along the way, while her mother prosthelytized for her newly-made religion. Often in their stops, the siblings would sneak away to join the village hunters and warriors in their practice, and Ljotte showed an exemplary ability in athletics and fighting. If they were caught sneaking away though, Ljotte would be severely punished and made an example of her to siblings and the rest of the village. Around this time, Ljotte also began to have vivid dreams of things yet to come. When she told her mother, she said they were not dreams, but visions from their goddess, and she had also received the gift. Ljotte would have visions of heroes and combat, warriors fighting against dark forces in far away places. Her dreams would often concern herself and her family, and her mother taught her how to foster and focus these visions and try to make sense of them, to possibly predict the future.It was also around this time that Yrgotte revealed the truth to Ljotte. That they had been practicing white magic in secret, learned from a tome that their grandmother had given her sister many decades ago. The tome was in a language that the viera could not understand, but Yrgotte had translated it over many years, and learned some of the spells contained within. When she was unable to bear a child, she casted a spell, and shortly after, Ljotte was born. Ljotte was her miracle child with blue eyes, the one that couldn’t have existed, if not for the magic of the goddess. The miracles they performed all over the Skatay Range were all thanks to the knowledge kept within the ancient tome.Settling back to their homestead near their village many years later, Ljotte was now approaching her 20's, and her younger brother was coming of age. Despite her being ostracized due to her new religion, Yrgotte still held to the Green Word, and offered her son to be taken by the Wood Warders shortly after they arrived. Ljotte protested this, as her and her siblings were extremely close, but she was heavily punished by her mother for making a scene, and her brother reluctantly left them. This was the last time she would see her brother, as her life was about to change dramatically.__Coming of age__The war between Dalmasca and Garlemald had been raging for quite some time, and Garlean forces had pressed close to their village. Threats to the outlying veena tribes were made, and some Garlean expeditionary forces had been spotted and eliminated within their territory. Tensions rose in Ljotte's village, and fears spread that if Dalmasca were to fall, the Range would be next. This prompted many of the viera fighters of her tribe to leave for Dalmasca to bolster the army, and Grmyr, Ljotte's younger sister, decided to join them.Distraught at possibly losing her sister, and receiving visions of them fighting together and surviving near death experiences, Ljotte tried to convince her mother to let her go with her. This enraged Yrgotte, who said that they were not visions, but normal, fanciful dreams. She saw her oldest daughter as not only her greatest asset, but the only person who completely believed in their goddess as she did. She gave Grmyr her blessing to leave and forsake the Green Word, but forbade Ljotte to follow. This began to sow the seeds of distrust in her mother for Ljotte, as she began to feel that her mother only kept her around for validation, and ignored the fact that this purpose was for the greater good, something the goddess had shown to her to be her path. Bitterness began to brew between the two, but for the time, Ljotte remained a dutiful, if not resentful, daughter. Ljotte and Grmyr shared one last night together, partaking in a bonfire ritual that they were so fond of, before Grmyr left in the morning, never again to be seen, at least with her own eyes.Many months passed, and Ljotte restlessly dreamt of her sister nearly every night. Until one night, Yrgotte awoke to her daughter crying. She had a dream that her sister was severely hurt, and Yrgotte said she knew, because she had the same dream as well. In a moment of attempting to comfort her daughter with a hug, Ljotte pushed her away. Her sadness had turned to rage, and she accused her mother of knowing it would happen if she had not gone with her. They had the same visions, and she said that her mother lied to her about her previous dreams. She knew that if Ljotte had followed her sister, she would still be safe. She would let her own daughter perish, for what? Her own ego? Yrgotte grew angry as well, telling Ljotte that she had a gift that could not be squandered, and that she would not see her goddess’s daughter leave. She had promised this.The two fought, with Ljotte throwing her mother to the ground. As her mother remained laying and crying, Ljotte gathered her things for travel, stealing her mother’s tome, and at the door, told her that she could never forgive her. Ljotte, filled with rage and determination, fled the Skatay Range alone, heading directly to her sister. She left her name behind, and any hope of ever returning to the forests she called home.__Exile__Led by her dreams, the now unnamed viera traveled many weeks alone to northern Dalmasca. She hunted and survived as she always had, though the loneliness ate at her, only her dreams keeping her company. But the deeper into Dalmasca she trekked, the more treacherous the world became. Her once serene and lush forest home gave way to bright flower fields, which eventually transformed into barren war-torn plains.Her first glimpses of the Garlean war effort was witnessed here, with dismembered corpses strewn across cratered and burning Dalmascan farmland. Terrifying two-legged war machines, which reminded her of giant metal birds, stomped across muddy marching paths, leaving great impressions in the ground as they walked. Crying, screaming, shouting orders in the distance. Men in black metal armor casually walking through the fields, shooting survivors and leaving them to rot in the mud. She kept her distance and laid low in the tree lines, moving only at night, though this meant that scavenging and hunting would be difficult. She knew that the Dalmascans were not far, as well as her sister, but she was unsure of how to get there. She had not dreamt of her sister for many nights, and only vaguely remembered her last location, but she inched her way there.Finally, after two more days, she was near starving, but arrived at the location she had last dreamt of her sister. It was a large clearing in the middle of the woods where a camp used to be, abandoned, with debris and remains seemingly from an army all about. She walked to the middle of the clearing and began to cry. At this point, she did not know where to go, and it seemed her journey had taken too long, as the army had left. Instead, someone found her.She heard a shout from the tree line, in a language that she didn’t understand. She whipped around to face the source, and a short hyur man clad in black and red padded armor with a pot helm charged at her with a lance. She dropped her travel gear and held out her hands, yelling for him to stop, but he either did not care or understand, and was soon upon her. She dodged his initial thrust with ease, and grabbed the shaft of his spear, finding herself to be quite overpowering to him, to her surprise. Remembering her training with the veena warriors, she pulled him in and kicked out his leg, ripping the spear from his hands as he fell, and promptly pointing it at him. Shaking, with an unknown assailant on the ground at spear point, she slowly approached him. The man, also trembling, pulled off his helmet and raised his hands at her, his face obviously full of fear. This gave her pause, and unsure what to do, she looked around quickly. She saw no one else around, and her gaze fell back to the soldier. She asked him where the Dalmascan army had gone, but the man just shook his head and said some words back that she didn’t comprehend.But then, more shouting. Her gaze shot up to the tree line once more, and this time, a handful of blue-clad soldiers emerged from the canopy. They ran to the two, and she backed away from her defeated foe. She noticed that one of the men was dressed in armor that was much more decorative than the others, and he stepped to her, speaking in her tongue. He told her to drop the spear, which she did. She asked who he was. He introduced himself as Danian Fal’thahn, a knight of Dalmasca, and the leader of the partisans in this region. They had moved the camp not far from here, but were watching to see if the Garleans would come into the clearing so they could execute an ambush. Unfortunately, their trap only caught a small mouse, which she had already taken care of for them. She asked if he knew the whereabouts of her sister, a viera formerly known as Grmyr. She was with his army, and was hurt, and she needed to get to her. Danian, surprised by the known-information in the question, stammered out a yes, but… His eyes turned soft while staring into the steely blue gaze of the viera in front of him. She noticed this, and she felt the blood leave her hands and feet, turning cold in the warm afternoon sun. Her voice breaking, she asked that she see her sister. Danian nodded, then commanded his subordinates to apprehend the Garlean soldier, and for the viera to follow him back to camp.Danian took her to her sister, in an infirmary at the Dalmascan camp. Her sister had passed away in the night from her wounds, and she had just been too late.To be continued...

Relationships

Felicienne CherrierElysea's adventure in Eorzea begins with a journey to Ishgard, where she seeks a scholar who claims to have knowledge of the Amdaporian-era tome in her possession. Unfamiliar with the culture and layout of the massive city of Ishgard, and finding herself lost in the residential district immediately upon arrival, Elysea chanced upon the chamberlain of a minor Ishgardian noble house, and aspiring knight, Felicienne. The young elezen offered to room and feed Elysea, since the viera hadn't planned ahead on lodging arrangements in the city, and treated her to the finest in Ishgardian hospitality. This all proved to be somewhat overwhelming to Elysea, who hadn't expected any of the locals to be too kind, due to the rumors she had heard of Ishgardian culture prior. Caught off guard, and not feeling deserving of the generosity offered to her, Elysea nevertheless grew to accept the kindness offered to her in her time of need, and quickly the pair began to bond over talks of travel, food, and honor. As repayment for her graciousness, Elysea offers to help train Felicienne in swordsmanship, which seemed to be a sore spot for the young Ishgardian.

OOC, disclaimers, and about me!

Welcome...to the end! Sorry for the wordy carrd, I just love to write and can't help myself sometimes! This page will be intermittently updated as new information develops or new ideas spring to mind. It is an active documentary of my character's RP adventures, so feel free to check back every few months!I'm relatively new to FFXIV roleplay, so if we meet, feel free to let me know if I'm doing something impoper and I'll adjust! I'm almost always up for spontaneous roleplay, typically preferring it over the actual content of the game, and prefer RPing in para style, though I'm open to trying shorter and longer styles as well! I am willing to engage in dark or mature storylines and am open to most things, but no perma-death, maiming, dismemberment or sexual violence themes without thorough OOC discussion and consent beforehand, please. I typically prefer in-game RP, but due to my busy schedule, I'm also open to RP via Discord DMs! Just DM me on Twitter to discuss and get my Discord username.As is the Golden Rule of all RP, the actions of Elysea Aster, be they romantic, rude, sexual, or violent in nature, do not reflect my feelings of you in the real world. Should you develop IRL feelings of love, lust, or hatred for my OC, that is your own problem to sort out, and I will not be helping you with it. IC disputes should be handled IC. While I am the writer behind the character, I am not the character.So, a little about me! I'm 36, and a new parent, navigating all the oddities and curveballs life throws my way. I am an amateur writer from time to time, of fantasy fiction that will forever go unpublished. Prior to this, I roleplayed on Neverwinter Nights and AOL chatrooms in the early 2000s, and haven't RP'd anywhere in the 15 years since until now. I used to be a tabletop RPG player, and I play other single player games, typically RPGs, though FFXIV is the only multiplayer game I play. I'm also a bit of a music buff! My family and work always come first before the fantasy, so my time is often limited, but I'm always up for OOC chat as well! Send me a DM :)Crystal DC
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