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A few days later in the local tavern...

He hands her a small knife. “I don't know these people, so we'd best be prepared.Things might go wrong.”

Xixi looks wide eyed at the knife and nods. “Not gonna lie, this is all new to me.”

“Well hopefully if it goes wrong I just wind up with some ale in my face,” he replied.

"That'd be rude!  And uhm, a waste of ale?" Xixi grips the knife tighter.

“Well you never know in these parts. Just stay here, don't cause a scene.”  Astren walks over to a Roegadyn and begins talking to him.  Another Roe walks up to Xixi "Well hey there lass. What are you doing here all alone?" 

Xixi gulps but attempts a brave face." Hi!" She shouts a little too loud.

Everyone in the tavern turned to look at her.  Asten facepalms and mutters: "So much for not causing a scene, love."

The Lala looks about, spots Asten, then nods to herself.  She tries again, staring up as intimidatingly as one as tiny as her could to one as big as a Roe.  "Alone? Nah.  I got friends." She attempts to flash her knife casually...and drops it on the floor.

The Roe looks at the knife and then back to the lala.  "Threatenin' me are ye? Why don't I show you your place?" the Roe flashes an axe.   "Well fuck. There goes subtlety." Asten mumbles as he draws his gun 

Xixi turns pale, stammering out an apology.  Once she realizes that wasn't going to work, she ducks between the Roe's legs then almost shouts, "Maybe you shouldn't look so threatening yourself, geez!"

The Roe raises his foot to stomp on Xixi, but before he can there's a loud bang and he drops to the floor.

Xixi stares, her golden eyes about to pop from their sockets.  After a moment, she realizes the entire tavern is also staring and none of them too friendly like.

Asten yells, "Alright I'm done! I've got a bullet for all of you! Next person to try and hurt the girl will drop just like he did!"  Another one charges as Asten, but he shoots him down before he reaches him 

The Lala's gaze turns up toward the Mi'qo, jumps as he fires, then gazes at Asten with fear mixed with relief. 

Asten picks up Xixi, cradling her in his arm "Alright, I'm gonna back away slowly," he whispers to her

Xixi grips his neck, her head swiveling toward and back to watch everyone.  "I'm sorry," she whimpers softly.

Asten hears her whimper. "Don't worry, I didn't kill them. Those were Gauss rounds, they're just knocked out." He pokes the Roe with his gun and he groans "See?  Just a little shock, is all."

Xixi stares hard at the Roe, willing him to stand back up again to calm her nerves.  Bizarrely enough, she still wants to apologize to him as well but at the same time, the angriest of tiny retorts bubbles up in her body.  The giant man had thought she was a threat?  It seemed ridiculously unfair!

Asten begins to walk to the exit, and another man charges at him. He simply turns around and hits him with the end of his gun "Don't be sorry, they brought it upon themselves."

Xixi blinks as the man drops and looks to Asten admiringly--the Mi'qo hadn't even broken stride putting the other in his place.  "Yeah, but," she considers, "they still might have known something.  I was taught politeness always helps but..."  She gulped.  "...not sure if it counts with people as--"  She pauses to consider a polite word.  "--as aggressive as these seem."

"Ah that reminds me. Information." He points his gun in the crowd's direction "We need books on Summoning and the Scholarly arts. Do you idiots know anything?"

Xixi waves a timid arm.  "....please?  It'd be super helpful."

The men all look at each other, dumbfounded. Asten sighs. "Guess not. Looks like we're going to the Arcanist's Guild."

"OK," the Lala replied with visible relief.  Then low in his ear: "They don't look the literate types anyhow."  Then, shocked at her own boldness, she cheerfully waves at the crowd as they left.   "Byeee!"

As they continue walking, Asten ponders. "Wait, why didn't we just start there?"

Xixi shakes her head.  "Because they'll be nice and polite, but it's the kind of nice and polite that gets you the common types of books that you could find in the public library.  Stuff that teaches you to make tiny little confetti bursts and other safe type spells."  Her brow furrows.  "What we're looking for isn't really safe.  So therefore, it won't be easily accessible."

"Well, you have a point. If we can't find the books, I can teach you myself." He looks at Xixi and winks.

"Wait wait wait hold on--"  She puts one small palm on his cheek and frowns playfully at him."You KNOW stuff?"

"Have a grimoire with you?" He smiles playfully.

"Well uhm," she reaches into her backpack and digs through her supplies.  "I wasn't really planning on using any of them, so the only thing I really have is my sketchbook."  She pulls it out sheepishly. 

Asten laughs. "I don't think that'll work, love. I'll grab a grimoire from the Arcanist's Guild."

Xixi takes this moment to bounce from his shoulder, then nods up at him.  "It'll be good to visit again.  But I'm telling ya, they won't give us anything fancier than a sparkle spell."  The tone in her voice fails to hide her disappointment.

"I just need a grimoire. I already have the spells I need." He continues walking to the guild.

Xixi waddle-trots next to him, casually taking in the sights about them again.  She peers behind her then squeaks in a faint panic.  "Uhm Asten?  Is--is that one of the big guys from the tavern back there?"

Asten looks back, sees the man and draws his gun. "One more step will cost you your life, bud!" He turns Xixi around so she won't see. Xixi trembles a little but stubbornly peers past Asten. 

It's the Roe from earlier.  He considers the gun aimed at his head, the  deadly glare from the Mi'qo, the frightened but determined glance from the Lala.  He raises his enormous hands in the air.  "Hang on, hang on, no need to get yer panties in a wad there."

"This coming from the one that saw this girl as a threat." He glares at the Roe, aiming at his head. "This time it's not Gauss rounds.

Xixi feels herself being turned about again and a nauseating fear climbs up her throat.  "Asten," she whispers frantically.  Don't, please don't please don't --the words are caught by the fear in her throat and she squeezes her eyes shut, waiting for the worst to happen. The Roe remains where he is.  "Look, take it or don't, but if'n ya lookin' for things unusual n off th' market, you should prolly go to Ul'dah."  He grins down at the Lala, dirty teeth bared in a terrifying grin.  "Black market, ya tiny squat."

Asten looks down at Xixi, and puts her back on his shoulder to comfort her. "Fine. But I have business in Limsa first." 

Asten fires a shot but misses on purpose, hitting the ground near the Roe. "Don't follow us. It'll cost you your life."

With that, he walks away, holding Xixi close. "It's been a long day, what do you say to renting a room at the inn in Limsa?"

The Roe stumbles back, muttering dark curses.  He raises one thick meaty finger and extends it toward Asten's back then grins at Xixi and waves.  She shudders to what that grin might hint at and nods frantically at Asten.  "Yes please."

"Don't worry. As long as I'm here, nothing will be able to hurt you." He holds her tightly to comfort her. "We can take the airship to Ul'Dah tomorrow. For now let's rest."

Xixi rests her head against his neck but she watches the Roe to make sure he disappears back into the crowd.  What a day.  Exciting ....but also something to make her think.  She beams up at Asten.  "Ok!"

Travel Journal - Part 4

While travelling to Limsa Lominsa on foot, I passed through the Lavender Beds. I walked by a building owned by the “Winds of Fate,” a rather friendly Free Company. They offered me a place to rest my head for the night before I continued on, and I spoke to a few of them. They came from all walks of life, and were united for no other purpose than companionship. Perhaps if I ever decide to join a free company, I’ll speak to these ones.

(Next entry written a day later)

I said my goodbyes to the Winds and continued on my journey. I was given some supplies to help me, most notably a golden sword given to me by Yuki Kahkol. Swordplay isn’t wholly unfamiliar to me, but I generally use a rapier. Fighting like a gladiator will require some practice. Regardless, I am thankful for this gift. I’ll keep it close by.

(Next entry written 3 days later)

I have arrived in Limsa Lominsa. I was browsing the markets when I saw a particularly rough looking Roegadyn following a Lalafell, he was trying to sell her “arcane relics” that looked like a new born babe made them. She was about to hand over her Gil when I walked over to inspect the “relics,” which I promptly tossed into the ocean. The Roegadyn attempted to have me pay him for the lost property, but I refused. This girl is naive, it’s probably best if I stay close by while she’s in this town.

And as luck would have it, she is searching for tomes on Allagan Summoning Techniques. Maybe I’ll instruct her as well.

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from Xixi’s secret sketchbook

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Playing a board game with Dad Bull.

Raubahn says only if he gets to play as the dog piece this time.

(this was fun, lovely, thank you!  :3)

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from Xixi’s secret sketchbook 

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Letter the Fourth

My dearest Rédac,

May this letter find you experiencing something new and exciting today!

Let me tell you of your pomato’s recent experiences--I’ve been making some new acquaintances from all walks of life.  Yes, me!  Hey!  I know exactly the look you’d be giving me over your spectacles right about now.  This little wallflower is trying, ok?  Be proud!

Some of the first people to find me were a pair of best friends known as Cyril and Chiyo.  

Cyril has skill in seeing the future.  I threw caution to the wind and unguarded my tiny heart as I asked about you.  His answer was vaguely specific and unsatisfyingly rewarding--by which I mean I received no hard answer about you.  And honestly, as Cyril pointed out, that is as it should be.  He spoke of the Red Thread of Fate and how it will draw us back together again as needed...if needed.

I need Fate to need it.  There are forces in motion that--

Ah, but I am losing focus.  Let me continue.

Nugget--Gryfenthal--the noisy little brat of many feathers and moods--has decided he likes me.  Or likes torturing me with his presence.  Any time I have tried to introduce myself to anyone, he decides that he is the one they have come to see.

And so...

(Nugget, MOVE.  I’m trying to write to--oh now look, there goes the inkpot, you wretched little hatchling!!)

Ahem.  Now that that little mess has been contained for now, let me tell you of one of the many Nugget attempted to convince arrived merely for his pleasure and amusement.  

Miss Tik is a Miqote I’ve met and with as many times as we’ve met now, I’m thinking Fate’s Red Thread has gotten tangled and knotted up around us,  She’s currently pregnant and if her child is as energetic as she is, the world is not prepared, ha!  

When she learned about my journey and its purpose, she had answers a bit more direct and tangible than Cyril’s.  She offered thoughts and practices that have never entered my little pomato head before.  The idea of weaving magicks through the use of tomes?  Goodness yes please!  

(And if the other, rather violent, notion of being a physical attacker, this ‘dragoon’ she spoke of, impaling foes with the force of one’s body--

No, that notion rattles me, even that I should consider it.  But I’ve never lied to you, dearest Rédac, about any of my thoughts.  And so, please don’t praise this idea, please do not encourage your gentle little pomato to entertain any further thoughts of such...such...)

ANYWAY

Miss Tik pointed out that I should travel to find the tome I seek and people knowledgeable in using them.  And so have I stumbled into the path of one Astennu.

We’ve become fast friends and he’s declared himself--perhaps jokingly?--to be my bodyguard as I travel in the city.  I had found myself unfortunately adept at looking the part of an out of towner ripe for being swindled of all my gil.  He’s made sure I haven’t gotten into too much trouble.  As a bonus, he’s quietly mentioned his experience in magicks.  Cyril’s Red Thread again?  

Now don’t worry, I’m not replacing you in the least, my dearest Rédac!  I’m still looking ever forward to find you, my small hand on the Red Thread, following it where it ambles, loops, and tangles.  I still fervently believe I’ll find you somewhere along its length.  Perhaps if you would do the same, it would ease a small pomato’s mind.

I needs must go get more parchment and replace my spilt ink now but never forget that I am

Forever and always, your little pomato

~~Xixi

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Letter the Third

Second Astral Moon, 21st Day

My dearest Rédac,

May this letter find you sheltered safe from storms.

Today I visit the Chocobo stables.

I confess, when I started this journey, I didn’t realize how quickly my shoes would wear out (or even the proper ones to bring, argh).  Getting a Chocobo will hopefully be a cost effective measure in the long run but I’ll need to look into short term work after this purchase.  I do have excellent organizational skills…but what to apply that to.  Hrhm…

S’funny, when one thinks a hero, one thinks of a dashing person swinging a majestic weapon and one often hears a recounting of their many deeds in glorious detail.  Secretarial work is quite bland in comparison but I won’t count it out as a possibility–and I have you to thank for that.  You are special to me in that you never judged what I liked or wanted to try (or that I’m a tiny pomato).  Instead, you took the time to listen to me and offered advice or knowledge when you could.  And if you didn’t, you showed a sincere desire to learn with me.  That helped a little Lalafell feel a little taller each time and for that I will always be grateful.

Is that something I never told you?  I should have.  I do now.  And I will again when I find you.

So!  A Chocobo!

Yeah, that’s right, a large bird–I’m really gonna go through with this!  And maybe for once, I can share first hand knowledge with you, teach you through my experience.  But first–!

I will admit the forest of thick scaled legs I saw alarmed me when I first arrived.  Seeing Chocobos up close made me realize just how very big they are and how step on -able I am.  Even their breeders didn’t spot me until I tugged on the hem of their cloaks (I admit, I’m used to that but still…).

The breeders were friendly enough and listened politely to my request but I soon realized that Chocobos were well out of my price range.  They advised to rent from town to town as needed.

And even though I knew it was sensible, something about that phrase “as needed” gnawed at me.  It sounded defeatist and I felt an unusual flash of stubbornness.  Before I could protest, politely or otherwise, a loud commotion erupted at the other end of the stables.  Breeders and Chocobos stepped back or were shoved back in a single line approaching us.  The weird thing is, everyone kept looking down.   Soon, a small Chocobo burst into view.

The breeder I was talking with attempted to calm it down but the bird was having none of it.  For some reason, it kept glaring at me, stamping the ground and kweh’ing for all it was worth.

“Pardon me, miss,” the breeder apologize, “let’s move you to a safer spot and –oh really now!”

As he tried to usher me toward the main building, the small Chocobo took offense and flapped its wings thunderously.  Behind it, the larger Chocobos kwarked in alarm, pushing against each other to move away.  And for each step we took, the small Chocobo matched us step for step and hissed at the breeder.

Next thing I knew, I broke from the breeder’s protective grasp, stomped my own tiny foot, then shouted, “That’s ENOUGH!”

The small Chocobo kweh’ed even louder at me and snapped at the air inches from my face.  On the outside, I continued to glare at the creature.  Inside, however, my heart froze in terror, my stomach twisted with panic, and I wasn’t sure if I was going to faint or be sick.  Maybe both.

“I MEAN IT, NUGGET,” I howled back at it.

And for a wonder, the bird snapped its beak shut and cocked its head at me.  One beady eye stared half balefully, half curious.  When it started to open its beak again, I shouted “NO!” with all my strength.

Greens were pressed into my hands and I snuck a quick glance at the breeder.  He gestured toward the Chocobo and somehow I managed to shift forward.  After studying me a moment, the bird snapped the greens from my hands and crunched noisily.  A childlike thrill ran through me.

“Nugget, huh?” the breeder grinned.

I laughed nervously as the small Chocobo tugged another piece of greens from my hand.  Behind it, the bigger birds were calming down.  “What’s its proper name?” I asked.

“Gryfenthal but could as soon call him the tiniest and angriest Ifrit yet, reborn in bird form.  I made the mistake of calling him runt once and by the gods, if he didn’t understand that and make a right nuisance of himself ever since.”

Gryfenthal devoured the last of the greens and I dusted my hands off then smiled up at the breeder.  “Might I make a suggestion?”

“Oh miss, no, look, while I’m impressed with how ya handled yourself just now, I’m not about to pity-sell Gryfenthal off to ya.  That only works in stories.”

“Nothing of the sort!” I beamed.  “I was just wondering–do your stables have need of a secretary…?”

More to come, dearest Rédac!  Until then, I am

Forever and always your lil pomato

~~Xixi

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From Xixi’s secret sketchbook

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Letter the Second

Second Astral Moon, 14th Day

My dearest Rédac,

May this letter find you blessed by sun and laughter!

Let me begin by stating this upfront–I’ll be making two copies of my letter once more.  One to send by wing and the other to send by flame.  I may have received a response from you…or it may have been a mind full of thoughts of you coupled with a bit of indigestion.  (Mr. Willingham’s stew is delicious but rich for a tiny pomato’s untested stomach.)

I dreamt of you last night.  At least, in my dream’s eye, I was certain it was you.  As the morning sun chases away the mist of dreams, I’m not so sure.  

I couldn’t see your face–were you turned away?  Even what I think I recall doesn’t seem to fit with what I remember you looked like.  You’re either leading me somewhere…or perhaps it was someone else trying to help me find you.  That’s the funny thing about dreams–they make so much sense during the dreaming but no sense once you wake.  I would ask if you understood but then you’ve said you’ve never dreamed.  

Honestly, I envy you that.  

The dream was too real, my heart too convinced that I found you, that all would be well again and back to the way it was before.  How I’ve longed for that!  Then I was woken by some small noise, a cock crow or maybe chairs being shifted downstairs in preparation for the inn’s morning crowd.  For a moment, the waking world seemed to be the unreal dream.  

A moment after that and my head cleared.  Then I cried.  Hot, quiet tears.  I didn’t wish to wake anyone else from their happy dreams.  Oh Rédac, it seems a bit cruel to bring such joy and relief then take it away again in such a short time.  My heart is too small to bear this lonely burden.  

I can only trust that you still don’t dream.

…of course you don’t.  I’m being a silly pomato and jumping at shadows again.  But be fair!  I’ve taken large strides by getting as far as I have–especially for being on my own–and I plan to go further.  (Though I might need to look into that Chocobo stable across the way.)  I can indulge in a bit of foolishness and just as easily toss it away again.  Mayhaps that’s how this pomato copes!  

So why do I see you, standing in front of the fireplace, peering over your spectacles at me with a knowing if questioning grin?  

H-hey!  Don’t question the pomato!  If I want to take extra precautions to make sure I’m reaching you, then, well…  It doesn’t mean that….

[The next few lines are hastily scratched out in multiple spots.  Then the letter resumes.]

A wise man once said “Hope without direction soon turns to despair.”  Maybe I hope last night’s dream was a good sign.  Maybe I hope to dream of you again.  Maybe I even hope to get a clue of where you’re at?  That’d be awfully helpful of you if you could manage that, you know!  (That’s, of course, assuming you’re getting my letters.  Or dreaming.)  

Just remember that a small Lalafell is traveling a large world looking for you.  Let that thought cheer you and maybe–just maybe–make you want to respond back already, hehe!

Till then, I am–

–Always and Forever your lil pomato,

Xixi

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Letter the First

Second Astral Moon, 5th Day 

 My dearest Rédac, 

 May this letter find you happy and healthy! 

It's been too long since I've last seen you and ages since we've last spoke.  I know life's journey has a way of carrying us far from our expected path.  Believe me, I understand, for I've been quite busy as of late. 

 I wish you could see me right now.  How many times did you fondly tease me for being a simple Lalafell who didn't like venturing far from her doorstep or risk potential panic trying something outside of her norm.  A spud in the mud.  "My little pomato," you once remarked, "it's a wonder we ever met!"

But here I sit by the light of a large fire burning merrily in the health of The Lone Wolf, an inn far from home.  It's been a few weeks now--small legs take small steps--but here I sit.  I've pushed beyond my comfortable boundaries into unfamiliar territory with nothing but my thoughts to keep me company.

....admittedly, not all of them are good company. 

Thankfully, those I've met on the road have proven to be kinder and I don't lose too much time on the unpleasant.  Even now, the Lone Wolf's owner, Mr. Willingham, sets down a bowl of something savory smelling.  He's careful not to jostle my hand as my chocobo quill scratches its dance across the parchment.  Nor does he interrupt my occupied mind with light polite banter about the weather (a heavy rain), current events (bandits a few highroads over), or other such niceties (like the noisy discussion argument several tables over about the connection between Chocobo speed and plumage tint).  Even if I wasn't so fully focused on this letter to you, I admit I don't have enough knowledge of the rest of the world to carry my end of a conversation.

Mr. Willingham merely stokes the fire, gives me a meaningful glance, then moves on to his other patrons. 

I'm not quite sure yet where I'm headed or what I'll do when I get there.  Perhaps I'm doing this as a jesting slight at you?  To prove I'm no spud in the mud! 

Maybe. 

........... 

Maybe I hope to find you. 

More than hope, really. 

I guess I ...well...I need to find you.  If only to set my mind at ease.  As I'm coming to learn, a LOT happened during and after the Calamity.  All of Eorzea was rendered nearly unrecognizable so it stands to reason you'd get lost as well.  But, dearest  Rédac, you must understand my concern--five years is a long time to be lost.  That's why I'm taking it upon my tiny self to find you.  Don't worry, you can thank me later! 

Mr. WIllingham returns as I wring a writing cramp out of my hand.  He's asking if I'm ready to send this letter and I ask if I can make a copy first.  Just in case.  I've been using delivery birds to no success but his suggestion is a bit more...folkloric.  One I'm hesitant to use, partly because it seems absurd and partly because it means admitting to a truth I'm not ready to accept.  Not yet.  But since he insists it will reach you and I'm starting to get a bit desperate...

After I finish this letter, I'll feed it to the inn's fire.  The parchment will blacken, sparks will scatter like fireflies, and the spirit of my words will soar into the wide and changed world to seek out your spirit.  And then (as Mr. Willingham promises with a sad smile), you'll finally hear from me. 

It really isn't necessary, though!  Again, if I know you, you've just been swept up with rebuilding and helping those in need about you, as is your wont.  That's what I've always like about you--always willing to help people out.  And you'd never forget to write to your favorite Lala--you just haven't had time to write yet, that's all. 

....right? 

Fair warning, I plan to tease you mercilessly without end when I find you.  Because I will!  That I promise you!  Till then, I am-- 

--Always and Forever your lil pomato, 

Xixi

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Mateus Pomato LF RP stories to be a part of and maybe an RP partner!  :3

Enjoys long walks through dangerous dungeons, goofy and serious thoughts, and hearing everyone’s stories, not just my own!  Currently looking for adventures concerning ancient tomes, summoning magics, and a mentor/school.

DM me ingame at Xixifa Xifa

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MATEUS RPERS PLEASE!

If you are a Mateus RPer and have an active blog about your characters, storylines, plots, events etc… REBLOG this! I want to follow you!

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“One of the chocobo handlers offered me a feather Nugget had shed.  Told me of a tradition in their stable that you make a pen of the first feather your first Chocobo drops.  I’m sure Nugget--sorry, Gryffenthal--wouldn’t mind if I try to draw with it.  I’ve never tried with a quill before so this should be interesting.

Just don’t tell Nugget--he’ll be furious and screeching all night that I didn’t draw him first, ahahahah!

Be well, Rédac.”

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Reblog if you post/reblog FFXIV content

I am looking for blogs to follow!

My tumblr unfollowed a lot of FFXIV-Blogs I was following and now my dash is lacking fun content ): please reblog if you’re a ffxiv blog, thank you!

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20 Questions

1.  What emotion best describes your character?  Naively cheerful.  Xixi hasn’t seen much of Eorzea or its inhabitants, but she’s positive she’ll be learning much about all of it soon.

2.  What emotion does your character evoke in others?  Disbelief.  Regardless of the other person being antagonistic or friendly to Xixi, the general reaction to any Lalafell is immediate dismissal of their abilities.  Xixi hopes to overcome that stereotype.  

3.  What does your character need most?  To find her missing friend, Rédac.

4.  What is your character’s goal in life?  To be the best pomato she can be.

5.  How does your character believe this goal can be accomplished?  To learn more of the world and its peoples, to experience other philosophies and lifestyles, to grow as a person without losing sight of herself or her personal beliefs.

6.  Where did your character come from?  The classical small town tucked away from the ravages of the Empire or the Calamity.  The place where everyone knows everyone and everything is the same safe predictable routine every day.  

7.  When did you grow up?  Xixi’s friend Rédac influenced much of her adventurous nature and after he disappeared, Xixi spent too much time simply waiting for him to come back.  Now, certain events have been set in motion and Xixi needs to take action and rely on herself.

8.  What values does your character hold?  Loyalty, integrity, and curiosity.  Xixi can’t stand the idea of abandoning anyone--especially those in need.  She is terrible at lying and wouldn’t even if she wasn’t.  She is intent on exploring the world and learning its secrets.

9.  How does your character dress?  Simply, tastefully, cleanly.  She has a fondness for peridot jewelry but tries not to wear it too much in abundance.  

10.  What are your character’s means?  A decent amount of gil but dwindling as she travels.  She earned some at a stable as an accountant, as her mind juggles numbers with ease.  She has little in the way of martial prowess and can probably be swindled easily if she isn’t careful.

11.  What are your character’s personal tastes?  Xixi is very much a bookworm and probably daydreams a lot as a result.  She prefers sweet things (especially pineapple).  The scent of lavender relaxes her and she often dances (not well) to music.

12.  What are your character’s opinions?  Xixi is fanciful and often thinks in black and white, only because she’s never considered the gray.  If presented with the “thief who stole to feed his family” quandary, she would often instead to buy his bread for him.  

13.  What is your character’s comfort zone?  Home or anything/anyone familiar to her.  If left on her own in an unfamiliar town, Xixi might become directionless and panicky. 

14.  Who has had the biggest impact on your character’s life?  Her best friend Rédac, who is currently missing.  He was the first person to encourage her to rise above being dismissed for merely being a Lalafell.  Any time they encountered something they weren’t sure about, he displayed passion about learning about it and challenged her to do the same.

15.  What are some of your character’s unexpected quirks?  Xixi is a walking encyclopedia of information (both useful and otherwise).  She enjoys rock climbing and can jump very high (for a Lalafell, that is).  She can’t sing worth a gil but tries anyway.  She’s terrified of hornets, being late, and being forgotten.  She absolutely admires Raubahn Aldynn and hopes one day she might know what it’s like to be picked up by the Bull of Ala Mhigo.  Might swear on occasion.  (Bonus: Ask about the Ballad of the Papping Primal.  You won’t be disappoiinted.)

16.  What kind of story does your character belong in?  Some tavern style, some adventure style (including IC dungeon RP).  She definitely fits the side character role.  Serious or silly or a combination of both, I’m adaptable.  

17.  What role does your character fill?  Caster for sure, healer maybe.  She is an innocent up and coming character who needs to learn about the world.  

18.  What should the other players know about your character?  Xixi is cheerfully naive, but not stupid.  She’s hiding a secret but for good reason.  Please do not try to flirt with her as it will just fly right over her head.  

19.  What is your play style?  I adapt easy and will try to adhere to lore as much as possible (and as far as my knowledge extends, so if I goofed it’s because I failed to research enough, heh).  I may try to lorebend occasionally but never without good creative reason.  No godmodders, no ERP.

20.  How do you want your character to die?  Xixi would prefer it be by old age surrounded by friends in the comfort of her own home.  But she also knows looking for Rédac isn’t the only reason she’s left home...

All questions taken from here: http://www.plus1gaming.com/2011/07/20-questions-for-deep-character-creation/

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What you need to know about this Lalafell

THE BASICS

NAME: Xixifa Xifa but goes by Xixi or Pomato AGE: Young Adult RACE: Lalafell ETHNICITY: Dunesfolk GENDER: Female SEXUALITY: Asexual MARITAL STATUS: not SERVER: Mateus

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE

HAIR: Pale pink EYES: Golden HEIGHT: about 3 fulms COMMON ACCESSORIES:  Always accented by peridot jewelry

PERSONAL

HOBBIES: Reading and learning.  Some drawing. BIRTHPLACE: near Ul’dah FEARS: Being forgotten

QUOTE

“Short in stature but not in heart.”

TRAITS

extroverted / introverted /in between disorganized / organized /in between close minded /open-minded/ in between calm/ anxious / in between disagreeable /agreeable/ in between cautious/ reckless/ in between patient/ impatient / in between outspoken / reserved /in between empathetic/ unempathetic / in between optimistic / pessimistic /in between traditional/ modern / in between hard-working / lazy / in between cultured / uncultured /in between loyal/ disloyal / in between faithful/ unfaithful / in between

POSSIBLE HOOKS

Xixi is looking for a long lost friend in the great world of Eorzea and while it’s the truth, there’s a hidden reason she’s only now looking for her friend after so many years.

WHAT I’M LOOKING FOR

Xixi is a little (and naive) Lala in a big (and sometimes dangerous) world and she’s going to need companions to help, teach, and just be there for her.  

She’s been recently advised to look into Scholar/Summoner/Arcanist magics and can use either a mentor or fellow learners.  

OOCLY, I AM

Looking to get back into the RP game!  I’ve had five years of experience with a wide range of RPs and characters in WoW.  I’m good with both one-off scenes and extended storylines.  I adapt easily to most RP styles, I can get creative with lorebending but never breaking, and I’m great for brainstorming!  

I’m not only looking for growth for Xixi but also eagerly looking forward to see your character and how they grow!  Every scene is not about Xixi and nor should it be.  I’m a bookworm in real life and am always looking for the next exciting story.

I DO NOT ERP.  I respect that other people do but I do not see that in character for Xixi not wish to personally get involved in ERP.  I also do not RP rape.  While I understand that it is a part of some stories, I have seen it used too flippantly as a terrible trope and will avoid it.  (Being referenced as part of your character’s history is a different story.)

SPECIAL NOTES

Because of my work schedule, I am restricted to certain times/days to RP.  Tues-Fridays I’m available during the day and Sat-Mon, I’m available during the evening.  And anytime I’m in game, I’m always willing to RP!  Just let me know!  :)

Find me on Mateus as Xixifa Xifa