Leanne

Leanne...would be an Eevee! Eevee is a mammalian, quadruped creature with primarily brown fur. The tip of its bushy tail and its large furry collar are cream-colored. It has short, slender legs with three small toes and a pink paw pad on each foot. Eevee has brown eyes, long pointed ears, and a small black nose. This Pokémon is rarely found in the wild, and is mostly only found in cities and towns. However, Eevee is said to have an irregularly shaped genetic structure that allows it to adapt to many different kinds of environments. Eventually, Eevee may evolve to better suit its surroundings. According to Pokémon Mystery Dungeon, Eevee has a naive personality.

Leanne is not only quite pious, she also has a profound reverence for her patron deity, the Wanderer. Always craving for freedom, she sates such thirst through her travels and adventures. Her dream was shaped by the way she envisioned her own life to be, which is, to travel through all, every single nook and cranny of Hydaelyn, enjoying vistas, meeting people, learning things... When one of her friends told Leanne that she was practically an avatar of Oschon himself, Leanne played it down with humility, despite the fact that she was fully taken with joy by the sound of such prospect, for being able to emanate the ideals of her deity's teachings and ways to the point of being compared to him. The Wanderer is the primary deity of her life, but there are others that Leanne has a particular fondness for: Llymlaen, for being the goddess of navigation; Nophica, goddess of fertility, patron deity of Gridania, her home; and Azeyma, goddess of the sun, patron deity of the seekers and also her parents.

Posting a few pics because I never did so again! Having fun with being petrified, and doing battle poses! Not accidental... I call this...the Frost Coeurl Stance.

Naive young girl travels to know the world only to discover how ugly it is, sticks to her never to be fulfilled utopian ideals.

When you walk back home from work thinking and rethinking about details and attributes of your character.

I pretty much have my entire days free. So whenever you guys decide to go, I will prolly be free to do so!

Reppu's dragging Leanne to A Flaming Sword appareeently.

"...Again. Yet one more person manages to open this dumb door. Why do we keep this closed again? Does it even matter if I close it again? Time will come, and yet another person will manage to pry this thing open. Ah wah. Does not matter..." A girl grumbles in frustration. Dravanian Hinterlands, former home to the Scholars of Sharlayan. And the backdrop to the biggest reservoir of knowledge within Eorzea, the Great Gubal Library. With doors closing behind her, stomping into its halls, this girl, of short and fiery hair, golden eyes, and fancy hat peered along the several corridors and pathways presented to her, mentioned eyes narrowing in pursuit of any trap, monster, or worse, corpse now infesting this maze that is called a library. "People, treating this place like it is their personal library..." she huffs, producing an incomplete map out of a bag for guidance. “Not that I'm all that different, I guess. Which direction I shall go this sun..." she mumbles to oneself, briefly forgetting that possibly there is more than one intruder within the ivory building. Her reverie is finally broken only after flicking ears captured a trace of sound. Coming her direction, of all things! She didn't take more than a second to squeeze herself behind the nearest bookcase, shortly before a patrol of magicked creatures meandered along the path she was. Pressed against the furniture, she utters not a single word, nor produce a single sound. She just waits. And makes her prayers. Thump, thump, thump, thump... The patrol slowly disappears along the infinity of the library's structure. With a laborious sigh of relief, and pulling herself out of the extemporaneous hideaway, Leanne looks along the path where the magic-bound monsters vanished into. With a daring glower, she pulls an arrow from the quiver, readying herself and her bow. "Whoever made their way in...? I wish them luck. Pray they don't cause any trouble though." she whispers to her lonesome, before making her way in, deeper into the darkness.

-Just hands Leanne first prize and a bucket, and wonders if there might be a second prize- Geez, ain't like I will win again! Maybe...

Ack! Can I be included last second, Clio?

Given that Alexia is down on Marti and Xanadu's tracks, According to Their Works.

The room was almost completely clad in darkness, a single lukewarm light of a nearby candle lending some minimal comfort. A Zweihander, painted with dried blood, was neatly settled horizontally on the floor. And before the blade, there was an auri woman, of pale features and ivory hair, sat on both knees. Her eyes were closed. Her respiration was low and deep. Body almost inert and motionless. Meditation was her purpose. To achieve inner peace. Despite the interlocutor that always dared to interrupt her introspection. Orbiting around the sword and the xaela, this shadow, of mirrored attributes and a glinting, unsettling grin observed her. Hounded her. Taunted her. Clamored for her. "You should slay all of them." "..." "Inquisitors and knights. Fair and just, they call themselves. You and I, know better than to heed to such fallacies." "..." "They tarnish the true meaning of what is to be a knight with their mere existence. They claim their work is for the sake of justice, yet the only justice they seek is their selfish own." "..." The darkness stops between Alexia and the zweihander. Kneels in front of her. Stares intently at her. A chilling hand is brought, gently cradling the chin of the meditating one. Alexia remained silent. The shadow insisted with seductive, venom-laced syllables. "We must show them what means to be one of the chivalry. We must show them the justice dealt by them on the unfortunate and the innocent. To those who couldn't defend themselves. To those they unjustly called heretics." "..." "Take the head of the one called Xanadu Mol. Rob the life of the one named Martiallais Heuloix. Cast away from the skies the dragoon. Show the four inquisitors a taste of their own wretched remedy. The souls of those lost claim for their lives. They claim for justice. True justice." "Be gone." Alexia finally demanded, opening her eyes with a deriding glare towards the dark. "Thou were not called. Thy words are made only of poison. Thy opinion is not of importance. And thou shant ever be. So do not tarry any longer. Vanish in this exact instant. For thou art not to find any lending ears from me." Her words were enough. Like blessed chants of a priest, they exorcised the shadow of her thoughts, sending it back to the darkness it came from. Breathing deeply, her eyes returned to close. Peace. Inner peace. A temporary relief. But a relief, nonetheless. "I shall deliver them justice, but only if they give me the proper reason to do so. A watchful eye shall be more than enough. Until the time to draw my blade." The candle's light is then gutted.

I'd like to be involved in three, all for obvious reasons. Open Strange III, The First and Forsaken Fahn and In the Maw of Madness.

Leanne let her eyes close, leaning into the embrace with tired sigh. "I will bring this topic during our conversation. What I wrote is...more than enough. Trust is not a given, after all. It is a reward." "...With that said. Trust me." she asks simply, sealing her letter.

Sat before a desk, Leanne quietly reads the parchment in the silence of the night, words lightened only by a dim, lukewarm candle. Sighing softly, she reaches for a pen, deftly hands quickly coming to jut its own set of words on a piece of paper. Her calligraphy had hints of being heavily trained. Ms. Summerfield, For the sake of answering all those questions (and to have my own wound finally healed because it does hurt a lot), I suggest a impromptu meeting of our own at your earliest convenience, at a place of your choice. I am sure this is not a necessary permission, but regardless, feel free to bring Mr. Tengri, and take the necessary security measures so our conversation does not share of any extra set of ears. -- Leanne Delphium Giving the letter an ounce over, she nods with a sigh, sealing it shortly afterwards. Resting into the chair, she rubs her eyes, super tired, and hurting. "Not what I intended to happen, yet, this might be the necessary spark to get things finally moving. That is, if people agree to cooperate for once." she yawns, eyes fluttering. A nap wouldn't hurt...not more than she was already hurt, at least.

Of course participating, and of course being the sugary kitty to the spice!

Mmm, I'm in for this! Why not~

If a slot miraculously opens, I'd like to sign my alt (Alexia Lynn) =X

Trying only with the first name... You did what, Leanne?! You're on the naughty list for sure. *grumble grumble*

Well, Leanne Delphium, I don't know how you pulled it off, but you actually made the Nice List. B-But Leanne's always nice ;-;

Inspired after writing in Warren's movie thread. The question is quite simple: If there is a word, theme or motif that shadows/rules over your character's personal plot, what it would be? Using Leanne as example, her current central theme is about Mortality. Despite the overall happy tones that I like to run with her, she's an Adventurer. A highly hazardous profession, where your chances of dying young are terrifyingly high. Throughout her adventures, Leanne witnessed and heard of the demise of quite a number of fellow adventurers. Given her tenets about the preciousness of life, each death can be quite a sting to her. Also, as time passes, Leanne's number of brushes with death gets steadily higher, as so does the number of bigger and riskier adventures, perhaps exploits that are way over her head. In spite of all chances, Leanne is still alive, still kicking, and still dashing forth towards danger. But for how long? Will her luck someday run out?

"A world of wonders and danger awaits one's arrival. It just takes one dream." Leanne in A Realm Reborn. "How many times can you brush with death, until your luck finally runs out?" Leanne in Heavensward. Also a trailer, cause lawl, why not.

Several things fills me with insecurity. Despite my silliness and bravado, people in my own friend circles have been witness to my bouts of insecurity. As for some of them... 1- Egocentric. I feel at times that I pass off as being too centered on me/Leanne instead of others while in RP. 2- Mary Sue'ing. I will not deny that Leanne has a rather broad knowledge and experience in a several range of subjects, while being relatively young to top. 3- Leanne is supposed to be empathetic, and have a fair grasp on the state of mind of other people. Of course, this will always be a hit or miss, but when she misses, it can sting me a bit. 4- If Leanne is likable as a character, overall. I mean, must be a common question, but I figured it is a worthy thing to note about. There is of course more, but from the top of my head, those are my insecurities.

hEkw7D40Yhg (Translated!) Underneath the blue sky, the wind blows toward the future, as if embracing the rays of the sun. Merely wandering along, I leave behind only a trail of footsteps. As long as there's a breeze brushing my cheek & grass to lie in I don't need anything else, and I'll smile with satisfaction. Sleeping, gazing at the never-ending future... La la la... I can hear the sound of waves, touching my heart, selfishly aimless, like drops of rain. The setting sun quietly reassures itself of everything, then sinks into the distant sea, as if giving it a kiss. Wandering towards the dream of a never-ending future. La la la...

I'm actually thinking of playing sporadically, mostly as a guilty pleasure. I have a cute character and everything settled out from playing the closed beta, so...why not!