((Just to note this is my first attempt at RP in years, please leave constructive criticism and notes where I can improve))
I used to be a good girl. Â Oh yes, a bright eyed adventurer looking to make a buck and change the world through altruistic advances in society. Â Right a wrong here. Â Save a man there (and possibly get married!) You know, your typical Eorzeon poster adventurer.
'Be a hero!' they said. Â 'Become rich and famous!' they said. Â But all it amounted to was a bunch of loss of partners and death among those who would do good. Â It wore down my soul. Â Too many times did I see evil win. Â Too many times did I watch as innocents I was supposed to save get the business end of a sword through their stomach. Â So much death. Â Too much.
But that all changed when I arrived at Ishgard. Â Sure their people were a bit backwards and they worshiped a single man in a white coat who seemed to be leading them to oblivion, but hey, they knew how to kill. Â Not only did they have neat contraptions to execute their foes, but they could tell the future! Â Sure mostly about dragons, but not all had such pre-conceived notions about the stars and what they held in store for us here on our world. Â Â
Jannequinard stuck me as an odd fellow, a bit too ambitious one might say, but he offered me something I couldn't refuse - to use the stars aetheric flow and to tell the future before it even happened! Â And not just for dragons! Â At last I could tell if a mission was worthwhile or if someone would die so I wouldn't have to put myself through those pains time and time again. Â Plus, I could use more potent magicks to heal those who were wounded and save more lives!
And then - and then there were guns. Â There was something about them that simply rung true with me. Â They were compact - like me. Â They were powerful - like me. Â They were deadly - like me. Â The exhilaration to squeeze that trigger and see something I hate die so quickly was satisfying. Â Sure there is something to be said for a gladiator's blade slicing through the air, but sometimes you just are not quick enough to intervene with tragedy, when even pulling back a bow string is too slow, there were guns. Â
The combination of being able to read the stars and kill more efficiently has set me on a new path in life. Â Do I want riches still? Â No, keep your filthy blood money. Â Do I want to save the man of my dreams? Â Not so much any more, that kind of heartache is something I no longer need in my life. Â So what do I really want?
I want to execute every single bad guy that has the misfortune of coming across me, and show them this Lalafel isn't cute and cuddly anymore, but the key to their demise.
I used to be a good girl. Â Oh yes, a bright eyed adventurer looking to make a buck and change the world through altruistic advances in society. Â Right a wrong here. Â Save a man there (and possibly get married!) You know, your typical Eorzeon poster adventurer.
'Be a hero!' they said. Â 'Become rich and famous!' they said. Â But all it amounted to was a bunch of loss of partners and death among those who would do good. Â It wore down my soul. Â Too many times did I see evil win. Â Too many times did I watch as innocents I was supposed to save get the business end of a sword through their stomach. Â So much death. Â Too much.
But that all changed when I arrived at Ishgard. Â Sure their people were a bit backwards and they worshiped a single man in a white coat who seemed to be leading them to oblivion, but hey, they knew how to kill. Â Not only did they have neat contraptions to execute their foes, but they could tell the future! Â Sure mostly about dragons, but not all had such pre-conceived notions about the stars and what they held in store for us here on our world. Â Â
Jannequinard stuck me as an odd fellow, a bit too ambitious one might say, but he offered me something I couldn't refuse - to use the stars aetheric flow and to tell the future before it even happened! Â And not just for dragons! Â At last I could tell if a mission was worthwhile or if someone would die so I wouldn't have to put myself through those pains time and time again. Â Plus, I could use more potent magicks to heal those who were wounded and save more lives!
And then - and then there were guns. Â There was something about them that simply rung true with me. Â They were compact - like me. Â They were powerful - like me. Â They were deadly - like me. Â The exhilaration to squeeze that trigger and see something I hate die so quickly was satisfying. Â Sure there is something to be said for a gladiator's blade slicing through the air, but sometimes you just are not quick enough to intervene with tragedy, when even pulling back a bow string is too slow, there were guns. Â
The combination of being able to read the stars and kill more efficiently has set me on a new path in life. Â Do I want riches still? Â No, keep your filthy blood money. Â Do I want to save the man of my dreams? Â Not so much any more, that kind of heartache is something I no longer need in my life. Â So what do I really want?
I want to execute every single bad guy that has the misfortune of coming across me, and show them this Lalafel isn't cute and cuddly anymore, but the key to their demise.
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