#Izzy Tokushi

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When she was a young teenager, Izayoi knew what she wanted to do with her life. She’d heard of the fall of Dalamud. She’d heard how it disrupted linkpearls in Eorzea. She’d heard how the crippled region struggled with a lack of communication. Her parents were couriers, she’d become one as well! She’d help Eorzeans communicate! Except someone beat her two it. 

Alone in a strange land, Izzy wound up working for the couriers who were already in Eorzea: Mognet. As a Junior Deputy Postmoogle Izzy was a marginal success -- partly because she wasn’t a moogle and partly because it took her a couple years to learn Eorzean script. But she became exceptionally good at the most important part of working for the Postmoogles, she was great at napping and getting drunk. As she likes to say, the slogan of Mognet is that the mail will always be delivered... eventually. 

Izzy also has something of an alternate identity as a result of a comedy of errors. As a thrill-seeker, she sought to learn to fight in the Bloodsands. She was never good enough to actually fight, but the mere image of her in training -- that leather harness and her giant spike-laden wooden paddle -- was seen by others as something decidedly different. The “Mint Mistress” identity was born in rumors and whispers. Over time, she learned the rumors and used them to channel a kind of confidence and control she associated with being a dominatrix, tempering her normal bubbling terror and anxiety with the solid resolve of her mistaken identity. 

Izzy works at @thewhisperedwish Free Company on Mateus. 

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She Hears Everything

FFXIV Write 2017 | Part 9: “Linkpearl” Starring Izzy Tokushi

Sunset shined on the strange object through the window. It was like a miniature version of the comical Archon Egg towers people put up in springtime, but instead of plaster eggs, it was adorned with small, glittering spheres. They were fitted into small recesses in the tower, and came in a variety of colors.

Izzy sat at her desk in an apartment in the Shroud. She barely afforded it on her wages from Mognet, but it was hers and that was important. She reached out ta hand, gingerly, and closed her eyes.

Her hand glided gently over one sphere, which began to emit a faint light. The table orchestron the tower was connected to crackled and came to life. It was a dispatch pearl for Mognet, and as was usual for her place of employment, the channel was filled with complaining moogles. Some about how long their day was, one about the lack of palm wine at the bar he delivered to. One shared a bit of gossip about a ‘moogle from the sky’ chased by Mooglesguard. It was ordinary stuff, and so her hand drifted away to another sphere.

The purple one she touched next crackled and from the speaker came a voice. A man, ranting angrily about the injustice in Ishgard. It was a heretic sermon being distributed to the listeners of a secret linkshell. She was proud of having pearls like this, typically rare finds abandoned here or there. Ones she wasn’t supposed to have. It felt like a secret. Well, it actually was a secret. But it made Izzy feel special.

Next was the weird one. It seemed to have no real purpose, and no one on it seemed to know what it was for or how they came to possess it. That one was quiet often, but once in a while very interesting things happened on it. Maybe it was some idle chatter, maybe it was someone needing help. She didn’t let anyone know she heard them, she never joined the conversations on her little tree, she just listened, and by listening, she knew. 

But Acronycal was quiet tonight, so again she tuned in another. This was for an adventuring company she delivered mail to, Arche Koeln, and she liked to keep up-to-date on the things they did. It was keeping tabs on her friends, and they were some of the very few pearls she listened to that actually knew she could hear them.

From them, she went on to another, and another, and another. This was her entertainment, the almost unsettling insight into other people and places and things she listened to every night. It was a guilty pleasure, because she knew how inappropriate it was, but it was far more compelling to her than a night at a bar or another damn musical revue or something. This was Eorzea, and from her apartment she could hear everything. 

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Tokushi no Izayoi

“My boss would like it if I preformed the Auri Dance of Inimitable Integrity!”

Izzy, as her friends call her, was born on Thavnair decades after her parents left Doma. Her father was a courier in Radz-at-Han and worked with several Eorzean merchant ships to make the final leg of the journey for an item’s delivery. She decided to, when she came of age, seek passage with one of those traders and deliver mail in Eorzea. One problem: someone was already doing that. A fleet of fuzzy someones. Who loved alcohol. So Izzy found herself an apprentice to Junior Deputy Postmoogle Mopli Mosh. By apprentice, of course, Mopli meant someone who would do his work for him. Which is how Mopli Mosh got plenty to time to drink under a palm tree in Oakwood and Izayoi became a Postaura. 

“The mail will be delivered despite rain, or shine, or Toddy or getting horribly lost! At Mognet, we promise the mail will come... eventually!”

Her career as a Moogle brought Izzy one of her closest friends, Postmoogle Junior Grade Kupsi Pomsong, whose attempt to glamour himself as a Lalafell was wildly ineffective. The duo feed off one another’s eccentricity, meaning that within moons of arriving in Eorzea, Izzy was almost as ineffective and alcoholic as an actual moogle. Her drink of choice, palm wine toddies, often means that bars are the first stop on her delivery route, and her natural clumsiness combined with her usual state of work-related inebriation mean that she’s about as far in debt as she is making money at her job. Still, her favorite coworker continues to be an awful influence on her, and she an awful influence on him.

“It isn’t a paddle! It’s a machuhe... a macuhad... a machuhen... okay, fine, it’s a paddle.”

Izzy is something of an adrenaline junkie as well. Despite being a courier with skills at conjury, she occasionally trains in martial talents and takes part in fighting competitions, often losing exceptionally badly. The risk, however, thrills her. Her excitement, plus the rather scandalous nature of her revealing combat gear and wooden weapon, have given some people a very different idea of who she is: the Mint-haired Mistress, a legendary dominatrix alter-ego that Izzy is completely unaware she has. While not exactly innocent, Izzy also doesn’t know much of anything about Eorzean culture in regard to intimacy, leaving the few attempts to approach the subject of the Mint Mistress with her wrought with misunderstanding and only making the misconceptions around her that much worse. 

Izzy is on Lamia!

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The top two are actual characters I use right now, Iris is on Lamia and Andromeda is on Balmung. The rest are characters I’ve outlined because I have a problem and absolutely must be stopped. 

Also, yes, I noticed now that I spelled “Ala Mhigan” wrong.