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Your Character Reborn entry: (by submission order*)
#1 Ramen

A little princess to an independent strong women
1.0 Kinoko Ramen is always a little princess Lalafell that been protected by Hela, Pop, Fink, and Deli (look around). She didn't need to worry about anything but being cute every day. Until she witness THE 11/11... The horrible battle field situation that made her swear to the Twelves that she needed to be stronger and started to protect everyone else. Now, look at her, all grown and stronger now... However, that deep scare from 5 years ago still bury deep inside her heart. The eyes with tiny sorrow just can't be hide by her stronger look...

#2 Erana

#3 HiirNoivl

Hiir reached up and lightly touched the bandages wrapped tightly about her eyes. It had been nearly two weeks of infernal itching but the discomfort and pain were finally gone.

Footsteps approached. "Now, let's see how you've healed up. Hold still now or you might lose some hair."

Snip, snip, snip. The bandages began to fall away into her lap. "Open your eyes slowly. It's still dark out, but I needed some candles to see."

"It's okay, I'm a Dunesfolk."

"Ah of course!"

She looked over at him. "How is it?"

"Just as you requested," the lalafell thaumaturge said with a frown. "I still don't agree with marring such a beautiful face."

Hiir picked up a small handmirror and looked at herself. She smiled. "Excellent work. Don't feel bad. It's not a scar. Not where I come from."

"And just where do you come from?"

"Everywhere and Nowhere. A dynasty of adventurer's if you will..."

"The No Tribe."

"It's a fitting title, don't you think?"

"Are you sure about this? If you actually are setting yourself to rebuilding the moving city of ..."

"SHHHH..." She dug into her pockets. "Here is the payment you requested, plus more for your silence."

#4 Sophia

I love Cookies and my Thyrus
Due to Ifrit Extreme I have an addiction to Trappers Quiche and I am currently working towards kicking the habit.
I hate any type of onion

#5 Zerosion

We'll begin this tale with Ferodatz.

Ferodatz was not wont to meddle with the affairs of others. Preferring his seclusion. Practicing the magics he had studied since his youth. Had anyone been around to see his prowess, he would have been a master in their eyes. However to him, there was so much more to learn. A never ending amount of curiosities to revel in. Impossibilities to discover, for he believed nothing was impossible with hard work.

Haha, there was no better a place for such a man to live than the Twelveswood. It was there that he resided, alone with naught but his trusty stick and the denizens of the forest.

Upon one of his expenditures into the Twevlsewood he came upon the aftermath of a battle. "Ixal." he sighed. He had seen them many times in his years, but recently in particular had they begun invading his woodland home more and more. Bandits maybe? Also something he was no stranger too, though infrequent visits they were. No sane man other than himself would venture this deep into the Wood without a very good reason. Regardless, the lost do not survive long in the Twelveswood. "Now to carry the poor bastards" He sighed again, beginning to bury the men. The old man magicked graves below a nearby grove of trees. They would be sufficient for these men.

Having completed his task the old man began his trek to his woodland home. Yet, something caught his eye in the bushes.

Upon brushing as the bush to the side he realized what he'd seen. Another of the dead bandits. A Miqout'e girl, with vivid green hair. The lass had an arrow in her back. She had tried to run, to no avail. Only capable of crawling into the bushes at the base of a tree.

Picking the girl up was only made harder by her being curled into the trees roots. He removed her carefully as he could. The old man realized she had been holding onto something, grasping it desperately. Sure enough, just inside those roots he felt something. "A sack maybe?" He thought to himself as he pulled it out. "It" no "Her" was more appropriate, a child now sat in his arms. The Miqou'te had been protecting her child.

The old man couldn't quite understand what had just happened. He pulled a child out of a tree. That doesn't happen every day. What was he to do? He looked at the now dead mother, and he sighed once again. "I'm to old for this"

The old man buried the dead mother. Taking the child, he went on his way, back to his home once again.

Arriving with child in hand he was no better prepared than he had been back with the dead bandits, if they had even been bandits. He wasn't sure anymore. Regardless, he had to figure out what to do? Should he venture to Gridania on the other side of the forest? Would they even welcome a random child. He just didn't know. The Gridanians aren't always privy to welcome outsiders. He knew first hand from his training at the Conjurers guild many years ago. But what other choice was there? He could never take care of the girl himself, could he?

No. no no no no no. Such thoughts were impossible. Impossible. He stopped. Realizing how petty he was being. "I have lived my life defying every impossibility I have ever found, why should this be any different." Now he was adamant, he would raise the girl.

Ah, but what to call her. "Zerosion" Something that should not exist, but does.

"A fitting name." He smiled.

And so time goes on. 17 years past.

Zerosion was a calculated girl, despite this her outbursts of energy defied her calm demeanor. She could never quite sit still, much to her foster fathers dismal. Ferodatz had taught her Alchemy, and Carpentry among other things. Well to the extent her attention would allow. But never magic "Your too young" he had said for many years, only to have her do chores instead. Zerosion had grasped the basics of magic just watching her fathers work, but could not actually cast any spells. She occupied most of her time playing with potions and but generally just making a mess.

Ferodatz felt his age. Simply ordering his daughter around was tiring him out. Not enough for her to notice, but enough to worry himself. He was old, and he knew it. No amount of mastery of magic could stop the sands of time. At least no magic he knew, or would even want to touch. He did not have much longer.

"It's time" he muttered to himself, picking up his cane, he walked from his room to his lab. It was only next door. Ferodatz's home was simple, built into the side of a hill, and part of an elder tree.

"Zerosion, come here" The girl was fooling around with some potions. "Your going to blow yourself up one day" he said with a smile. *Hey, i'm not that bad!" throwing a mushroom at the old man. The old man laughed. "Right"

"What do you want?" she asked. "It's time I taught you a little of what I know of magic" The girls ears perked. "Your serious?" a smile forming. "Yes"

And so they began. First with simple Conjury. A simple stone spell, the old mans favorite. And a simple healing spell, and finishing off with a wind spell. The girl learned fast, her years of watching had already given her the gist of everything. It was simply connecting the pieces of a puzzle for her.

"I do believe this is a good point for a change of pace" the old man said. "What do you have in mind father?"

"I'll teach you a little Thaumaturgy now" The old man knew she would need the knowledge of both in the coming days. Conjury was a wonderful magic. Commanding the wind around you, lifting the boulders that you walk upon, and controlling the flow of water were very liberating. But, they lack a certain "power". Not necessarily in strength, but in..malice. Thaumaturgy was about death, not life as is with Conjury. To send lighting, fire, and ice at your foes is to wish them death. You can do this with Conjury, but it is not its purpose.

The old man knew he would die soon, and Zerosion would be alone to fight her way through her life. The forest was changing, he could feel it. The Elementals grew restless, and the he felt the presence of Ixal getting closer and closer. The power of Thaumaturge will only help his daughter stay alive.

"Ok" she said, none the wiser that it would not be long before her life changed dramatically.

A few days past in relative peace, they did their work, practiced some new spells. Fire, Thunder, Blizzard.

"It's time we called it a night Zerosion" the old man said, out of breath. "We've only cast a few spells" Zerosion complained. "I am tired" Ferodatz chuckled.

And he fell.

"Father!" Zerosion exclaimed. "I'm fine, help me up" said the old man. Zerosion lifted the frail man with ease. Helping him to his bed. "Whats going on Father?" "I'm old child, i'm old" "But-" "Enough" the old man sighed. "Everyone's time comes."

"Go to Gridania and seek out the Conjurers guild. You will learn much there." "But I want to learn from you" the girl cried. "And I wish I could teach you so much more, but my time is up *cough* "

"Listen closely. Everything is changing I know. Things, powerful things are threatening the balance of nature itself. The Ixal are coming closer, and the Elementals are blinding themselves in fear. You must go to Gridania, this place will not be safe for much longer. I could only keep the forest at bay for so long. When I pass, the barriers keeping are home safe will fall. You cannot stay here."

The girl was in shock. She could not speak. "Now go and pack your things. We will leave for Gridania tomorrow."

Everything swam, her mind, her vision. "i'm going to throw up" she thought walking out of her fathers room. She sat down by the fire in their living room. Staring at the flame.

Before she knew it, she'd fallen asleep on the floor.

Zerosion woke to a screech. "What was-" *Crack* the door across the room splintered. An axe poking through. "Ixali. Father!" she screamed. Running to his room.

Ferodatz had passed in the night. And the Ixali had walked through the now barrier-less area. "Father" she exclaimed over his lifeless body. *Crack! Crack!*

"Urgh!" She screamed clenching her fists. Anger boiled in her. She grabbed her Father's cane and went to face her foes.

She did not wait for them to break through the doors. She called upon fire, as much as she could. The fireplaces embers roared to life. Flailing outwards. She called to do directing it here and focusing it. She blasted through the door with the fire. Blowing the door to pieces, and the Ixal behind it out into the forest.

All was not calm though, a second Ixal burst into her home. She was ready, already conjuring her next spell. part of her homes stone floor lifted into the air and she sent them propelling into the birdman, knocking it out.

It was over.

Tired and shaken, she lay on floor to rest. She began gathering supplies shortly after.

She left her home, stopping only to pass the grave she had hastily made for her father. She hadn't the time for anything extravagant.

And so she begun her journey to Gridania.-



From here this leads into the Gridanian opening. I do believe you know the rest of the story leading up into the present

A simple bio here -

Given name- Zerosion
Surname- Ferodatz, taken in honor of her deceased father.
Race- Miqou'te
Clan- Keeper of the Moon
Hair- Green
Eyes- Green
Main- Conjury
Second- Thaumaturgy
Likes- Fruits,vegies, alchemy, magic, exploring, moogles and sylphs.
Dislikes- boats, Ixali, Gigantoads

#6 Rubieus

Short Bio: Ne'er a day goes by that a lost soul finds its way back to the Aether without paying the ferryman. For those who cannot pay, they wander the world endlessly, their anger and frustration causing them to commit terrible acts. He is the tool of The Spinner, the scythe that cuts the rotten wheat of the world. Be wary of Nymeia's wrath, for her soldier hath no mercy.

Autumn, (like the lives of those unfortunate and unlucky), is dying. A cold darkness is creeping through the cracks of reality. A war rages on around Eorzea and soon it will be on her doorstep. The Gods and Goddess' have sworn not to meddle with their children and yet they yearn to aid in any way they can. A set of simple commands resound throughout Hydaelyn. (Feel)...(Think)...(Teach)...(Hear)...(Speak) A resounding cry reverberates backwards through space and time and their soldiers rise up to meet the challenge.

He stands alone on a dusty road. The air is acrid and once more he hears her words. (Tell)...(Hope)...(Wish)...(Roam) So he wanders until he is beset upon by minions of the dark. They are no more a threat than the creatures that speckle the landscape. He reaches the City-State of Ul'dah, where his true journey begins.

Several years have passed and though many times since he first started; he has laid down his sword and spear with no hope of ever being able to complete his task. This time, he is different. He does not stand alone against the shadows. Though they are not blood-kin, they share the same goal. To irradiate the threat to Eorzea and to all of Hydaelyn.

With the death of Nael Van Deus Darnus, his goal is finally complete, at last he may rest his head upon his maker's lap. Yet something ominous has awoken in the wake of war. The vessel charges headlong into combat and like the rest, is destroyed by the dragon's unrelenting attacks. So a new vessel must be found, and in five years, he will be ready to fight once more.

Aftermath: Five years have passed since the awakening of Bahamut and the death of so many innocent souls. He has been sent once more to the world of Eorzea. This time however, he is inside of a lithe agile creature that still feels the pain and anguish of what was lost. Where once was pain, now is rage and anguish turns to determination. He has sworn an oath to his vessel. Whomever is responsible for this travesty will know his name. That name is Rubieus Amrita, the Void Knight of Nymeia.

#7 Keith_Dragoon

this is Keith Dragoon, abandoned as a kitten in the Twelveswood who survived by stealing from unsuspecting travelers and hunting. Many residents of Gridania thought he was a wildling and avoided him as to not incur the greenwrath. He picked up Conjury from watching passing Conjurers as they did their duties. Although very rough and untamed, his skills in Conjury were very strong and in turn his relationship with the elementals was formed. Through this relationship his existence was recognized by E-Sumi-Yan of the Conjurer's guild who took Keith in as his apprentice. When asked his name he muttered "Keith Dragoon", which he picked himself from a combination of the first name of a traveling merchant's grandson who he played with as he followed them through the forest and the title of a passing envoy of Ishgardian soldiers who gave him some of their rations before setting off for their city-state.

Keith grew up never really warming up to the others in the guild. He only acknowledged Brother E-Sumi and O-App-Pesi. Due to his past and the way he pushed everyone away they still refer to him as Nahele(Forest). Despite his actions and blatant lack of trust the one thing Keith longs for most is a place where he feels he belongs and people he can trust enough to call them a family.

Likes: Purple Drank, Lalafells(and Lala'te),Yarn, Gaius, Shiny stuff

Dislikes: Lonliness, Limsa, Pirates, Thugs, Cleavage(mortal enemy ;_; )

#8 Maki_Takanashi

Started off being a NPC at the lancers guild during the five years she got sick of waiting for pants to go with the uniform and decided to become an adventurer on the noble quest to find Pants so she took off her mask and picked up her claws to throw away her past as an lancer and become a Monk.

#9 Nique

Orphaned at the tender age of 6 Nique went to live with her Nuhn Uncle (on her father's side) and her many female cousins in their Sun seeker tribe, they moved around a lot usually living on the Seaside or in the forests of Gridania. Though she got on very well with her family, she was always an independent soul and when she came of age, moved to Gridania permanently under the Conjurers guild. Because of her close relationship with her cousins, she can be a little naive of personal boundaries (esp. to females).

Likes: Sweets, Tea, Rain, Seafood, Helping others.
Dislikes: Cruelty, Bitter or spiced foods.

#10 Aldora

Bio:
C'rysta Zeith grew up at "Nana"'s orphanage in Gridania where the caretaker and all the children called her "Caitlyn Aldora". While shy and quiet at first, the children loved to play with her. Old Nana and her orphans where all she had, which basically made them as close to a family as one could ever be.

It didn't take long for people to notice that Caitlyn had a passion for music. You can ask anyone in Gridania and all they would say that Caitlyn came to Mih Khetto's Amphitheatre to listen to the musicians playing their finest songs.

By the time Caitlyn turned 10, she would even accompany them on stage. Singing songs and playing the lute. Although every one loved her music, she didn't pursue a career as a musician. Just playing music at the Amphitheatre or the Carline Canopy and seeing a smile on people's faces was all she could ever wish for.

Never the less, time passed by and Caitlyn and her "family" grew up into adulthood. The children at the orphanage turned into fine men and women who started to itch for adventure. See more of the world we call Hydaelyn. Everyone went their own way and so did Caitlyn. Her adventures brought her to the big cities like Ul'dah and Limsa Lominsa where she would meet fellow adventurers. Eventually, she formed a guild through the use of a Linkshell, which would later be known as The Dragon's Aery.

They faced hardship and excitement together, but then came the Garlean Empire. With all their might, they challenged Nael van Darnus, who guided Dalamud towards Hydaelyn and eventually had it fall upon Eorzea. Many have fallen during the battle of Cartenau, as did many of Caitlyn's friends and fellow adventurers.

After the calamity... Searching for survivors, friends, family, anyone who beared witness to the events that occured 5 years ago, she collapsed and taking in by a man who ran a clinic on the outskirts of Bentbranch with his wife. During and after her recovery, Caitlyn would help out in the clinic. May it be with sharing knowledge or stories about her adventures, by giving medical assistance, or purely for entertaining purposes.

It was but recently that Caitlyn found out that her mother was alive and that her birth name was C'rysta Zeith. After hearing about her origins from her birth mother, both she and her mother went on an adventure in search of her father.

Likes: Entertaining people with stories and music, cooking (especially making apple pies for the children), helping other and protecting them from harm
Dislikes: Greed, Cruelty, the threat of an invasion from the Garlean Empire

#11 Valan

Born as Merune Verger from in a family of itinerant merchants. In her early years she happily lives with her parents, traveling between Gridania and Thanalan. When she was eight, the Ixal ambushed her caravan. It was a carnage, and she barely survive because while she was run away from the beastmen a marauder hyur engage the Ixal and kill it.
The same hyur adopted her and give her a new name.
Until the 1572 she lived as Meru Aradan, daughter of Valan Aradan, in Limsa Lominsa, but everything was destroyed by Dalamud.
In the catastrophe Valan was mortally woundend and as last act he allow to teleport her daughter by Luoisoix's spell in his place.
Because Meru wasn't the true target of the spell she experienced some side effect, like a grown body, and some changes in her behaviour (she is 11 years old).

Likes: cakes and sweet food. fishing, reading, pull the tail of a friend of Valan.
Dislikes: spicy food and bitter food. Scary stories. the empire, bahamut, the amnesia of the NPG.

#12 Myrada

Bio (short version): Raised in Ul'dah, grew up with her father often taking her to see the Bloodsands matches. On the short side for highlanders, she really strives to prove she can be just as tough as taller gals, and on par with the men too, without having to sacrifice on beauty. She really admires technology and industry and knowledge in general, and as much as she wants to lay the beat down on Garlemald, would love to get a hand on some magitek and tinker with it. Taboo doesn't keep her from wanting to learn of any darker arts. Very much an opportunist, she's also not afraid to flaunt her assets to gain an advantage (growing up in Ul'dah will do that to you :P).

Likes: technology, the night sky, fashion, travelling
Hates: being pre-judged as weak, being called Myra instead of Myr or her full name

#13 Kayokane

BIO:
When Aluena Mahri was young she was exiled in disgrace from her family and she became a poacher at the edge of The Twelveswood. She was eventually caught by an Old Hyur woman named Mary who took her in and, despite Aluena's hostility and arrogance, did her best to teach and raise her. Aluena eventually grew to respect Mary who was always patient and kind with her. Several years after Aluena was saved Mary passed away. Devistated by her loss Aluena forsake the name of the family who abandoned her and took Mary's name as a final respect to her caretaker and teacher. After some time Aluena registered to the Adventurer's Guild and began travelling. In her travels she discovered her strong passion for magic. Generally a very unsociable person Aluena rarely speaks her mind, still holding her memories of her old family's harshness towards her.

Likes: Apples, Popotoes, Magic, and poetry
Dislikes: Causing others pain, talking about her past, and greedy or materialistic people

#14 finiteHP

No one knows what Tyger's life was like before the fateful day she first came to Gridania and was chased by a treant, why she has a Keeper of the Moon name, or why she would come to Eorzea looking for snow. Even bribing her with fish or ice cream will only get you an admission that she had always wanted to learn the art of Conjurery along with mutterings of a time when she could also call on fire, ice, and lightning. A great lover of winter, Tyger is on a quest to find a place where there is snow all year round. Her quest was a failure five years ago, but surely with the great changes wrought by the Calamity her wish will finally come true. She secretly wishes Oha-Sok had given her a Healer's Parka, but grudgingly admits that the robe is better suited for most Eorzean climes.

Likes: snow, fish, ice cream, snow, conjurery, Hildebrand (before he broke into her room), snow, Gridania, and Moogles.

oh, yeah and snow.

Dislikes: hot weather, naked Roegadyn, Ifrit, Bahamut, fire elementals, invading imperials, and brussel sprouts.

#15 Lucke

Took part in the battle of Cartenau 5 years ago. Dalamud was bombarded with radiation while it was orbiting Hydaelyn. Hydaelyn could filter out the radiation from the sun using it's atmosphere, so the races didn't get affected by it. However, when Dalamud fell, it was coated with this radiation. When it broke into the atmosphere, it was too much for the Hydaelyn to handle. While most of the radiation was filtered off of Dalamud while it fell, it was still at a dangerous level.

Ok so, Bahamut appeared blah blah blah. When he destroyed Dalamud, he spread out all the radiation on Dalamud on the pieces that went flying. While some characters weren't affected too badly by the radiation, some were. In Lu's case, he absorbed quite a bit of the radiation before entering crystal stasis.

The radiation rewrote his DNA. The new DNA was very similar to the Miqo DNA. He grew a tail, furry ears, and developed Heterochromia, all traits of Miqos. He didn't change his name to affect this new race, because to him, he was still a Lalafell.


Likes: Spaghetti, Pulling Miqo tails (a trait he kept from being a lalafell), Other Sun kitties, Minfilia, chocobos

Dislikes: Garleans, disrespect, distrust, Roes (they still scare him from when he was a Lala), weird smells.

#16 Mika-Azatori

BIO:
Mika was a (cat)girl who was always living into the day. She didn't really had strict tasks and enjoyed the life as an adventurer. She just had a really bad habit... everytime she was gathering and found some frogs she ate them and they tasted so good to her.
What she didn't knew... some frogs can change thier gender...
And with the calamity and the magic of Louisoix her metamorphosis happened...

Now is Mika a crazy tomcat still living into the day and likes everything that makes fun.
He enjoys the life as a male miqo'te and became a real womanizer!
But he don't eat frogs anymore...

#17 Wilksha

Born into a large Family of Seeker's of the Sun. Rouge a very curious Miqo'te, always admiring all the passerbys and the extravagant clothes they draped their bodies in. At the age of maturity she left the tribe to become an adventurer. Thus the life of perils, hardship, excitement, and COOL clothes began! She has a bad habit of changing classes just because her mood says I wanna be a MNK today, or no I am BLM now!

Like: sweets, dark chocolate, milk, admiring cool clothes, being a jack-of-all-trades and being good at almost all of the classes.
Dislikes: too sweet sweets, being ignored, yarn, not being told what roll she'll be going as till the whole party is formed.

#18 Hulan

An Uninspired Youth
Hulan Temet was not born under an auspicious sign, nor was he born to wealth nor poverty. Some beginning are not so grand nor noble. Hulan's story began in a moderately wealthy household of craftsmen and women on the Shores of Costa Del Sol. Each day, he was greated by glorious weather, beautiful seas, and all of the crab meat you could desire. In short, he was bored. Bordom being as powerful a motivation as it is uninspiring, Hulan left the paradise as he grew into maturity.

A Merchant's Trade
Hulan's travels quickly ran aground in grand Limsa Lominsa. By plying the trade of his forfathers, he easily found an apprenticeship at Naldiq and Vymelli's as an Armorer. His work took him all around Erozea, exposing the young craftsman to cultures and peoples he had hardly dreamed of in has beautiful prison. Soon, though, what one man could do by labor of hammer and plier was too little to keep up with the needs of his masters at the Guild. Hulan was forced to pick up the sword. This idea of swinging a sword after years at the smith not being particularly appealing; he chose to learn from the Arcanists in Mealvaan's Gate to gain the martial skills he would need.

Once again, his view was proven to be narrow. With tome in hand, he saw a world overrun with monsters; threatened by extra-national forces; and the very Aether disrupted by beastmen Primals. Determined to use his skills for a purpose, he approached the only group that would take a wanderer such as himself: the Maelstrom.

Til' Sea Swallows All
The months spent in the Maelstrom where some of the most rewarding in Hulan's life. Providing the army with supplies by day, storming Imperial positions by night; Hulan worked tirelessly.
It was only a short time later that it became apparent that the VIIth Legeon was preparing for something vicious. Joining his fellow Adventurers from the Maelstrom and elsewhere, Hulan marched towards the final confrontation with van Darnus and Meteor. When Bahamut burst from his shell and rained fire down on the land, Hulan could only think of his brief time in the Maelstrom, and how prophetic it had turned out to be: As a sea of fire swallowed all, the world went white, and the rest, that is a tale yet to be written.

#19 Gukster

He lives for his friends; and he never gives up on them. He's gonna return to Limsa Lominsa where he'll relax when he's not out adventuring with his friends.


It's dark. 1 day? 1 week? 1 year? How long have I been here. . . Why. . . Why am I here? Have we lost. . . Is this. . . my end?

No. . . No. . . N-

I hear the waves crash in the distance.
My fingers tingle as life surges through them and consciousness returns to me.
My eyes open barely as I squint against the sunlight.
Eor. . .zea. . .?

A man calls off in the distance, "Mathewelin, I'm glad you could make it, girl!"
Do I?. . . Is tha- . . . Ayasha?

A smile overtook his face. A smile that was only outdone by his robust laugh. "Well who'd ya' think it was? Bahamut?" His palm smacked my back fiercely. "Come on now, you're the last one to return. Everyone's waiting."

A slight chuckle escaped my mouth. Everyone's waiting, huh? The sun was starting to set. I'm just glad we all made it. I grabbed my Giantsgall Longsword and made my way towards Ayasha. A crowd of familiar faces shouting and jumping welcomed me into their arms.

I'm just glad. . . we met again.

* following the sequence I read posts