[Oh! Sorry, I had opened the reply page earlier this evening and just now got the chance to sit down and write it up. Please feel free to ignore my submission!]
What a terrific idea! ^_^
Aya is an Ala Mhigan born Ishgardian - her father having abandoned everything of importance of him in order to save his children, leading his family into a refugee existence for several years. At last they accepted what he had tried to avoid, and lead the family to Ishgard to settle with distant (long scorned) family.
There she joined her "uncle" and his family, and she and her brothers tried to adapt to the reality of life in the soon-to-be tower city, its strange zealotry, and the challenges of living in an inn and tavern depths of the foundation. Family tensions abounded: parents refusing to surrender their old ways, their old privileges and old ways, becoming little more than parasites on the hard-working uncle. Her eldest brother much the same, dreaming of fighting in the cause of the Ala Mhigan resistance. The middle child, Osvald, shocking the family by striking off on his own to become a blacksmith (a craft well below the standards of the family).
And Aya, the pretty dancer with the charming smile. She pursued her dream of dancing, and performance, only to face the harshest of condemnation from her family at home. Soiled the family name, besmirched their honor, "No daughter of mine..."
Feeling nowhere safe, and the danger of being a sometimes salacious and always irreverent performer trying to stay just below the notice of the Inquisition Censors, she at last felt compelled to make the fateful decision to escape the city and strike off on her own in the hope of living a free life to call her own.
A year in the shroud as a barmaid and a sell-sword, ended when the pay from her company stopped arriving and debts built to the point they forced her to flee. She arrived in Ul'dah nearly friendless and penniless, using little more than her friendly smile to win a job as a barmaid from Momodi.
There she remains still, relying on her good looks, charming manner, and overlooked canniness to make her way in life in the dangerous alleys of Ul'dah. Dealing daily with such threats as leering patrons! Wandering fingers! Black marketeers, and corrupt Brass Blades. She does her best to help her friends, and keep herself safe while quietly pursuing the good life and time to devote her pursuit of passions. She tips her hand from time to time to do what she feels she must, but most of the time she keeps her more enigmatic nature hidden in the shadows true to her epithetic avatar: the fox.
What a terrific idea! ^_^
Aya is an Ala Mhigan born Ishgardian - her father having abandoned everything of importance of him in order to save his children, leading his family into a refugee existence for several years. At last they accepted what he had tried to avoid, and lead the family to Ishgard to settle with distant (long scorned) family.
There she joined her "uncle" and his family, and she and her brothers tried to adapt to the reality of life in the soon-to-be tower city, its strange zealotry, and the challenges of living in an inn and tavern depths of the foundation. Family tensions abounded: parents refusing to surrender their old ways, their old privileges and old ways, becoming little more than parasites on the hard-working uncle. Her eldest brother much the same, dreaming of fighting in the cause of the Ala Mhigan resistance. The middle child, Osvald, shocking the family by striking off on his own to become a blacksmith (a craft well below the standards of the family).
And Aya, the pretty dancer with the charming smile. She pursued her dream of dancing, and performance, only to face the harshest of condemnation from her family at home. Soiled the family name, besmirched their honor, "No daughter of mine..."
Feeling nowhere safe, and the danger of being a sometimes salacious and always irreverent performer trying to stay just below the notice of the Inquisition Censors, she at last felt compelled to make the fateful decision to escape the city and strike off on her own in the hope of living a free life to call her own.
A year in the shroud as a barmaid and a sell-sword, ended when the pay from her company stopped arriving and debts built to the point they forced her to flee. She arrived in Ul'dah nearly friendless and penniless, using little more than her friendly smile to win a job as a barmaid from Momodi.
There she remains still, relying on her good looks, charming manner, and overlooked canniness to make her way in life in the dangerous alleys of Ul'dah. Dealing daily with such threats as leering patrons! Wandering fingers! Black marketeers, and corrupt Brass Blades. She does her best to help her friends, and keep herself safe while quietly pursuing the good life and time to devote her pursuit of passions. She tips her hand from time to time to do what she feels she must, but most of the time she keeps her more enigmatic nature hidden in the shadows true to her epithetic avatar: the fox.
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