Kaia Warsong

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[align=center]III[/align] [align=center]Men can be quite moronic at times. Some of them even -most- of the time. Still, I always find myself shocked somehow, when one I expect to be intelligent goes and does something entirely stupid. Case in point, Ric. I get the fighting, really I do. If it wouldn’t blow my illusion of who, and what, I am, sure pit fighting could be fun. However, survival comes first. Always. Before rules. Before reasons. Before anything or anyone. So was it a safe and smart man who stumbled into my home late the other evening? No. Ric’s pig-headed ass went and got himself stabbed. Literally. Abdominal trauma to the most extreme. [/align] [align=center] [/align] [align=center]You’d think that were the end of it but no. Somehow on top of bleeding out all over himself -and- trying to hide it from me, he also managed to get exceedingly jealous and to put it as bluntly as I can- ended up fucking me up against the wall. Well- wardrobe. To be fair, I might have completely dismissed his injury after I very poorly patched him up, but I wasn’t the one being reminded by a pain throbbing in my side every few seconds amid very vigorous physical activity. Couldn’t have hurt that bad, he didn’t stop till we were both beyond exhausted. What an idiot. [/align] [align=center]Alright, an idiot, but -my- idiot. I think. Look, I’ve been around the block. I know how things work, especially here in Ul’dah. A bedding does not a couple make. Something just feels right with him. Like it’s always how it was supposed to be. Does it really need to be picked apart so finely? We’re enjoying ourselves. So it is whatever we make it. [/align] [align=center] [/align] [align=center]This whole thing has been beyond surreal. Having him back. It’s like when we were kids, and it isn’t. We’ve both changed so much, but there’s a nostalgia there that cannot be ignored. I don’t give much damn if it’s right or wrong, I call it like it is. Being with him feels like home. Even if home is just a collective of memories from our past. [/align] [align=center]I have yet to tell Ric of my ‘other work’. He’s had a difficult enough time handling me sleeping with others, which to be entirely honest, I haven’t wanted to do since he walked back into my life. Quit my job at Herald’s practically the next night. He does that to me ya know? Ric. Gets under my skin. Even as kids he was always overly protective. Though I am here -because- of that habit I find so obnoxious at times. So I really shouldn’t complain. [/align] [align=center] [/align] [align=center]Anyway, he asked if he could bring his things. I said yes, so, I guess that means he’s moving in. Not like I don’t have the room. We’ve lived together before, and if we could do it back then when we were so young and naive, I imagine with wisdom it’ll be just as easy. If easy is the right word. I sent him off with a key, a lie as to where I would be for the next day, and a promise I’d return home soon. It doesn’t feel right lying to him about where I am going or what I am doing, but somehow I just don’t think, “Oh by the way Ric, I kill people”, would really go over well. At some point I’ll have to find a cover job. He’ll expect it. [/align] [align=center]I’m just rambling at this point. Droning on and on like these pages are some sort of friend lending me an encouraging ear. I never used to write so much. Words are best when used in brief and powerful ways. Guess you could call this dribble then. Writing on and on, all the while bigger, more important things are happening all over Hydaelyn, and where am I? Stuck in Ul’dah as I’ve always been. Now my primary source of earning a living is gone and I’ll have to cut back on my hunts, or at least only take the high risk ones to compensate in pay. Not really seeing a ton of savings come from that. [/align] [align=center] [/align] [align=center]It was a stupid move to quit. Now if I don’t have Ric, I don’t have anyone. Maybe he’ll want to settle down. Make an honest woman of me. Get a job in the market while I raise the kids. As if I could be such a woman. I’d rather die that give up my dream to make something of this live. I remind myself I’ve only seen twenty-five or so birthdays. There’s still time. But first, I’ve got to get out of Ul’dah…[/align]

[align=center][/align] [align=center]Beautiful Inktober Commission of my Darling Kaia by http://sammiegscribbles.tumblr.com/! I love it endlessly. Thank you lady![/align]

[align=center]II [/align] [align=center]Though I can’t recall who said it, my mother to my father if I had to guess, there is a saying that goes like this: “Always do sober what you said you'd do drunk. That will teach you to keep your mouth shut.” Looking back at my writings I guess you could say it’s not something I’m familiar with. I can be quite the crass woman when whiskey is involved. Lesson learned? Sure, I’ll cheers to that. [/align] [align=center][/align] [align=center]No one can ever seem to agree on how much liquor is too much, but I gave the concept a run for its money last night. I wish I could blame Ric, but I can’t. He was never really entirely at fault to begin with. We were kids in love. Who doesn’t know that story and how it goes. The uncharted territory, the flames of innocent passion, the inevitable downfall. In truth, he’s no more at fault than I. Not that I intend to let him think that. He still left, or believed -I- could have abandoned him. After everything we went through... [/align] [align=center][/align] [align=center]I saved him as a boy. He was alone, starving. This scraggly thing. We became the best of childhood friends. He was like the big brother I never had. When my parents were revealed the traitors they were, he and he alone stood by me, saved me. I owe my life to him for that. Yet I find it hard to go back. To even -think- about going back. All the walls I’ve put up. There’s too much water beneath the bridge. As if we could learn to trust one another again. [/align] [align=center][/align] [align=center]Doubtful. I’ve seen the cast of men in their varying forms. Women too for that matter. Snakes and Rodents, the lot of them. To say he is different and open myself up to that possibility is to expose weakness to the world. Here it is, out in the open, now crush me with it. I’d rather not. My heart may feel what it wishes, but I am far to clever to let it control me. It is wit, not emotion, that has gotten me where I am. Kept me alive all these years. He will not take that away from me. [/align] [align=center][/align] [align=center]Words upon words fall empty in the flames. I want to see him again. To feel that nostalgia close. To remember what it was like, he and I against the world. Two young hearts full of effortless and endless hope. We were alive in every moment. [/align] [align=center]I think I’ll let him find me here. Even if he only stays awhile. I know the look of a man in love... and it isn’t with me...[/align]

[align=center]I[/align] [align=center][/align] [align=center]Everyday is exactly the same. Come up with new schemes, new acts, new lure. Pace my home and admire the overflow of materialistic pleasure on display. Plot a few potential jobs; tea by mid-afternoon. Woe is the life I lead. There’s no debate about it; it could -always- be worse. In fact, it -has- been worse, but you won’t find me complaining. Yes, I do claim that as I complain. By the twelve- we women are fickle and infuriating creatures, yet one by one you come and kneel at our feet...[/align] [align=center][/align] [align=center]It’s kind of amazing what a pair of tits and an ass can get you these days. Foolishness, though I will take what I can get, and let no man claim that he is not at his weakest in the presence of a woman or the throws of passion. They really do make it too easy. How obvious is the drunk brute shouting at the bar of brawls and babes and booze. Meanwhile the angle two folks down just passed you by and you think, no- you’re certain she glanced your way. At least you would be if you weren’t now dead. The last thought passing through your mind: is this ale old or was it something I ate?[/align] [align=center][/align] [align=center]All is fair in love and war, isn’t that what they say? Hmm. It would seem a ghost of my past has come to pay me a visit. May as well be from another life. While I cannot speak for him, I am certainly not that naive little girl he once knew. Love struck and fawning over him like some Quicksand Sally. Ric- you salty sea mutt. Abandon you? I think not. Oh what a tale he did tell too. It doesn’t really matter if it’s true or not. Nine years is a great stride. That’s how old he was when we first met. Not that I care to recall. I don’t. [/align] [align=center][/align] [align=center]Couldn’t very well turn him out, so I left him at my safe house. Unfortunately, I conveniently forgot to pay the landlord and suspect he’ll be wandering Ul’dah before the day is out. Maybe he could have avoided the circumstance had he taken me up on my offer...then again, maybe not. Enough scribbles for now. I’ve a show to rehearse and a new contact to find. One of these jobs is going to consume the other. I suppose the question is which I like more- fucking or fighting? [/align]

[align=center] art by http://sammiegscribbles.tumblr.com/ Kaia Warsong [/align] [align=center]B a s i c s Name: Kaia Warsong [Keye-ah War-song] Nicknames: Kai Age: 25 Nameday: 4th Sun of the 3rd Umbral Moon Species: Highlander, Hyur Gender: Female Orientation: Heterosexual Profession: Courtesan [undercover Bounty Hunter] P h y s i c a l a s p e c t s Hair: Thigh Length, Usually worn in a large/loose braid, Black Hair, No Bangs. Eyes: Vibrant Teal, Black Eyeliner. Skin: Pale, Smooth, Flawless. Tattoos/scars: Thick Scar [Vertically] Down Right Eye. Fa m i l y Siblings: Only Child. Parents: Deceased [16 years ago] Grandparents: Unknown. Misc Relatives: None. Pets: None. Ski l l s Abilities: Dancing, Singing, Violin, Sword-play, Daggers. Hobbies: Writing. Sparring. T r a i t s Most Positive Traits: Strong, Determined, Loyal [Conditionally] Worst Negative: Stubborn, Deceptive, Manipulative, Unpredictable L i k e s Colors: Black, Red, Silver, Earth Tones,Teal Smells: Keeps her body clean of any fragrance to prevent identification. Textures: Silks and Lace [Courtesan] Leathers and Steel [bounty Hunter] Drinks: Straight Whiskey. Water. Juices. [/align] [align=center]==============================================[/align] [align=center] [/align] [align=center]==============================================[/align] [align=center]I. Basic Info Characters: Kaia Warsong | Miyako Mihata [inactive] Primary character: Kaia Linkshells: N/A Primary RP linkshell: N/A II. RP Style Amount of RP (light, medium, heavy): Medium to Heavy Views on RP combat and injuries: To be expected. Ask first if it's something that might require long-term healing or cause permanent injury. Open to freelance combat if no one is trying to be superman and prefer /roll otherwise with effort-ed posts even when failing. Views on IC romance: All for it, but as a note [09/3/2017] my chars and myself belong to Zhauric. Not everyone likes to blend IC and OOC but we're dating and we like to ship our chars too. They are separate relations but we are together so I am not seeking any romantic connections. Views on non-romantic RP (family ties, etc): I am for it, however due to time constraints most of my time is taken up by PvE or RP with Zha and eventually some FC rp so bring on the friends but I apologize in advance if we seem to only rp at public events and such. I just prefer to rp with my Bear We're a team. Views on lore: I agree with my fella on this note so I'll just copy paste: personally I always try to adhere to it but I also don’t let it govern me to the point I lose the two cents I have left stressing about it. Always research what I can and build from there (you should see my sticky notes). Also not going to nitpick someone else. I have better things to do with my time. As long as people are having fun while not hampering the fun of others then I am happy for everyone. Views on chat functions (/say, /linkshell, etc): This is so broad and vague so let me just say social is awesome and RP can be had anywhere so just let me know in advance if you're trying to IC at me and I have no clue. If I'm emoting at you like : ) then I don't get you're IC. III. Other Info Country:US Timezone:Central Contact info: Enjin: https://www.enjin.com/profile/8191383 Tumblr: http://bnc-miya.tumblr.com/ and check out my Bears too! http://zhauric.tumblr.com/ ==============================================[/align] [align=center] [/align] [align=center]============================================== [/align] [align=center]True Neutral [/align] [align=center]Take the test here![/align] [align=center]True Neutral- A true neutral character does what seems to be a good idea. He doesn’t feel strongly one way or the other when it comes to good vs. evil or law vs. chaos. Most true neutral characters exhibit a lack of conviction or bias rather than a commitment to neutrality. Such a character thinks of good as better than evil after all, he would rather have good neighbors and rulers than evil ones. Still, he’s not personally committed to upholding good in any abstract or universal way. Some true neutral characters, on the other hand, commit themselves philosophically to neutrality. They see good, evil, law, and chaos as prejudices and dangerous extremes. They advocate the middle way of neutrality as the best, most balanced road in the long run. True neutral is the best alignment you can be because it means you act naturally, without prejudice or compulsion. However, true neutral can be a dangerous alignment when it represents apathy, indifference, and a lack of conviction. [/align] [align=center]Detailed Results: [/align] [align=center]Alignment:[/align] [align=center]Lawful Good —– XXXXXXX (7)[/align] [align=center]Neutral Good —- XXXXXXXXXXXXX (13)[/align] [align=center]Chaotic Good —- XXXXXXXXXXX (11)[/align] [align=center]Lawful Neutral – XXXXXXXXXXX (11)[/align] [align=center]True Neutral —- XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX (17)[/align] [align=center]Chaotic Neutral - XXXXXXXXXXXXXXX (15)[/align] [align=center]Lawful Evil —– XXXXXXXXXXX (11)[/align] [align=center]Neutral Evil —- XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX (17)[/align] [align=center]Chaotic Evil —- XXXXXXXXXXXXXXX (15)[/align] [align=center]Law & Chaos:[/align] [align=center]Law —– XXX (3)[/align] [align=center]Neutral - XXXXXXXXX (9)[/align] [align=center]Chaos — XXXXXXX (7)[/align] [align=center]Good & Evil:[/align] [align=center]Good —- XXXX (4)[/align] [align=center]Neutral - XXXXXXXX (8)[/align] [align=center]Evil —- XXXXXXXX (8)[/align] [align=center]==============================================[/align] [align=center][/align] [align=center]==============================================[/align] [align=center]BACKSTORY NOTES: Parents were Ala Mhigan traitors. Kaia was born in Ul’dah. She met Zhauric when she was 5. He was a 9 year old homeless refugee and she fed him. They became good friends and she would sneak him in and out of her window to sleep, eat, etc. Four years later some people came for the ‘traitors’ and Zhauric saved Kaia. Her parents however, were murdered. Kaia took to the streets with Zhauric and the two lived in each others shadows for seven years. They were meant to run off together. Set sail and never look back. Kaia was mugged on the way to the ship and by the time she arrived, Zhauric was gone. She became a courtesan to feed herself and stash away money to get a small place of her own. When a man took advantage of her in a way that threatened her life, she fought him off and accidentally killed him. The realization of what she was capable of, gave birth to the idea that she might make more money pulling off bounty hunting jobs. So from her seventeenth year, until she was twenty, she trained with swords and blades until she could efficiently subdue someone and defend herself. From then on until the present, she worked as both a traveling courtesan and a masked bounty hunter. To this day, no one knows her identity as a bounty hunter. She is simply identified as K. Zhauric and Kaia have recently reconnected and discovered neither abandoned the other. They are slowly reforging the bond that was severed. WIP [/align]

Thanks much! I followed the tumblr and will be in touch once I get a little more PvE footing

Hello, hello! Bellatrix here and I'm a returning player, role-playing the lovely little Au Ra [Raen] Miyako Mihata! I have returned to re-level so that I could be back on Balmung, since my original 'main' is off on another world and unable to return. #Lesson Learned. [align=center][/align] Thankfully, I brought this amazing guy Zhauric back with me and I can't wait to see what he does with his writings here in FFXIV! So it's not all bad starting fresh. No but really, he's my Bear, no touchy. Though much of my time will be focused on 1-1 RP and PvE at first, eventually I'll be seeking out an FC and looking for some great friends to share in their stories! [align=center][/align] Miyako/My Blog can be found @ Miya & Me and I follow for follow. Lovely to meet you all and I look forward to seeing you in game! Go Balmung! \o/

[align=center] [/align] [align=center]B a s i c s [/align] [align=center]Name: Miyako Mihata [/align] [align=center]Nicknames: Miya ; MiMi [/align] [align=center]Age: 27 [/align] [align=center]Nameday: 4th Sun of the 3rd Umbral Mooon [/align] [align=center]Species: Raen ; Au Ra [/align] [align=center]Gender: Female [/align] [align=center]Orientation: Heterosexual [/align] [align=center]Profession: Chirurgeon [Mender | Healer] [/align] [align=center]P h y s i c a l a s p e c t s [/align] [align=center]Hair: Raven Black, Soft, Smooth, Extremely Long/Free Flowing [Often held in a high ponytail or long, thick braid.] [/align] [align=center]Eyes: Pale Yellow [/align] [align=center]Skin: Porcelain Cream, Smooth, Fair [/align] [align=center]Tattoos/scars: None- yet. [/align] [align=center]Fa m i l y [/align] [align=center]Siblings: Unknown. [/align] [align=center]Parents: Unknown. [/align] [align=center]Grandparents: Unknown. [/align] [align=center]Misc Relatives: Unknown. [/align] [align=center]Pets: None- yet. [/align] [align=center]Sk i l l s [/align] [align=center]Abilities: General Medical Knowledge, Surgical Skills, Light Alchemy, Light-to-Moderate Magical Mending, and other conjuring talents. [/align] [align=center]Hobbies: Blade Dancing, Reading, Writing, Violin, Combat Observing, People Watching, Eating. [/align] [align=center]T r a i t s [/align] [align=center]Most Positive Traits: Hard-working, Determined, Kind, Courageous. [/align] [align=center]Worst Negative: Stubborn, Guilt-stricken, Impatient. [/align] [align=center]L i k e s [/align] [align=center]Colors: Black, Deep Red, Gold, Silver, White. [Contrasting tones] [/align] [align=center]Smells: Fresh Linen, Lily and Oats. Sometimes Blood and Sweat. [/align] [align=center]Textures: Smooth Skin, Soft Hair, Silk Cloth. [/align] [align=center]Drinks: Herbal Hot Tea. Water. Natural Juices from Fruits. [/align] [align=center][/align] [align=center]Born into one of Kugane’s most wealthy Houses, but sold as a child and never told from which, or why, Miyako has no knowledge of who she really is, nor where she comes from. She was raised among other little girls in an establishment that provided healing, nourishment, and entertainment for those whom called the attached Dojo their home. Though Miyako had been thought beautiful enough to serve in entertainment, the house Mother had been tasked with training up the Dojo’s next Chirurgeon, and Miya was to be that pupil. By the time she had reached her twenty-second year, Miya took over as the Dojo’s primary healer, and it wasn’t until sometime later, when ‘Mother’ was attacked by an irate ‘client’ that Miyako saw any other way of life. She had rushed to Mother’s defense, taking up a nearby bokken and beating the assailant into retreat. Swinging the training weapon had felt so much apart of her that it had been hard to let it go even with the attacker long gone. Mother would later forbid Miya to wield any such weapon, much to her naturally talented pupil’s dismay. To her, there seemed little in the world quite as memorizing and beautiful as the dance between body and blade. When Miya sought to ask why she could not be trained in these combative ways, the only answer had been Mother’s shouting phrase, “Because they are not your people anymore!” Miyako pushed no further and returned to her duties, the word ‘anymore’ lingering quietly in the depths of her mind. Though she worked endless days mending broken bones and stitching up gashes, the young Raen woman continued to dream of a time that might come when she could finally peruse her own paths. One day, coming back from fetching some sweet ice for a client of the Dojo, Miya returned to both buildings in ash and ruins. Her eyes went wide with terror as she realized what she had done in her absent mindedness and hurry. This was her fault. Glancing around quickly to see who had taken notice of her presence, Miyako fled the moment she was in the clear. It was later reported the fire was started by a lantern that had been presumably knocked over in the hall between the two buildings. There had been no survivors. [/align] I. Basic Info Characters: Miyako Mihata [align=center] Primary character: Miya Linkshells: N/A Primary RP linkshell: N/A II. RP Style Amount of RP (light, medium, heavy): Medium to Heavy Views on RP combat and injuries: Entirely Ok- discuss it first if it's severe. Views on IC romance: I rather enjoy a mix of Romance, Adventure and Combat. Miyako is spoken for entirely. Views on non-romantic RP (family ties, etc): I am open to a multitude of connections, however RPs will be secondary to RP Ship/FC things, and family ties are wide open due to Miyako not knowing where she really comes from (Though a Samurai family for sure). Keep in mind all ties should be approved prior. Views on lore: I do the best I can. I accept a great deal of inaccuracies and don't expect to be judged too harshly either. Views on chat functions (/say, /linkshell, etc): /Say /Emote IC- FC ooc and LS I prefer to be IC connected but will accept OOC as well. I tend not to join any though. I like the simplicity of 1 FC chat and the rest IC. III. Other Info Country:US Timezone:Central Contact info: Enjin: https://www.enjin.com/profile/8191383 Discord: Bellatrix#0813 Tumblr: http://bnc-miya.tumblr.com/ [/align]