The friends and helpers of the main hero. They can be almost any type of hero playing a secondary role, a normal character observing the action, or be used as comic relief -- sometimes all three. Typically they are a foil to the hero, and this is often underscored by their dramatically different appearance. You like the be the friend of everyone around you and help out others whenever you can. You often hold the role of someone's self control and you can be very supportive when you have to be. You're a bright, ray of sunshine in your friends life and they love having you around!
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Part 1: Stretch them Legs | Part 2: Rude Awakenings
Tris had frozen when Cassidy's hand touched her shoulder, the commotion of the last few minutes slowly registering with her as she fought through the haze of pain and fatigue. The residual warmth of the woman next to her and the soft shuffling as Cassidy poked around the cart and climbed out the window set a backdrop to the memories of the previous evening. The rough blanket she'd pulled over her face not only blocked the blinding light of the open window, but also hid the crimson flush of embarrassment as she remembered her bumbling revelation.
Tris groaned and rolled over onto her back in Cassidy's now vacant side of the bed, propping her arm over her eyes to block out the wretched sun. She felt like death all over, and her stomach rolled as if the wagon was adrift in the ocean, not anchored firmly in the dirt of Thanalan. A queasy sweat broke out against her skin as she remembered Cassidy's confusion from the night before.
Tris had been so sure there'd been something there between them over the last few weeks, but maybe it was just hopeful desire and her suddenly voracious libido muddling the signals in her brain. Yes. The lingering way the woman looked at her sometimes had thrown her off, that was all. Tris pushed aside an intense desire to feel the woman's soft hair beneath her hand, and the imagined heat of their lips pressed together and focused instead on how good it was to have a friend at all in this place. She'd just have to be grateful for that and let the rest go. It wouldn't be hard, she told herself. After all, the fantasy of it had only been alive in her mind. Now that she knew she'd been wrong she could move on.
Maybe she'd plan a trip to Ul'dah and see what the scene there was like. Yes. She'd take her mind off things by going into town. Even if nothing came of it this time it'd distract her. Show her that there were better options than carrying a flame when there was no tinder to light. She'd burned herself that way too many times already, and Tris was determined to avoid troubling Cassidy with it further.
She lifted her elbow experimentally as the queasiness subsided, only to find it returned immediately with even the dim light filtering through the dusty curtain. She groaned again and shifted uncomfortably, her mouth terribly dry as she croaked, "By the Twelve, woman. What have you done to me?"
Hair: Her gray-brown hair is kept pulled back in a tight set of braids and a knotted bun. A practical hairstyle for her profession that does give her a somewhat severe look.
Eyes: Brown
Height: 68 ilms (5’ 8”)
Build: She has a lean build, with a narrow face and sharp features.
Common Accessories: Tris prefers wearing utilitarian clothes, usually just a simple shirt, suspenders, and a pair of oil stained slacks under a leather apron. She likes things with pockets and places to store her tools. The most distinguishing accessories she has are her prosthetic legs crafted of metal and magitek.
PERSONAL –––
Profession: Machinist, junkmonger, inventor
Hobbies: Tinkering, inventing, cleaning out her workshop, organizing junk, drinking, visiting places with Cassy, going to the theater
Alcohol: Fairly frequently now, but she was a teetotaller for years.
RP HOOKS –––
Brume Born: Tris was born in the squalor and rubble of Ishgard’s Foundation district. She has since escaped the life of many of her peers, and although she has fond memories of the Brume she seems to have little desire to return there. At least for now.
Mechanic and Junkmonger: Tris is fascinated by any form of magitek, and can often be found tinkering with ideas or improving upon the designs of others. She is always in the market for salvage and components, and can be hired to make modifications to weapons and devices.
Though much of her work is done aboard the Airship Andvari she can still be contacted through a postal box in Horizon, and is willing to travel for the chance at a particularly interesting piece of scrap or repair job.
A Leg to Stand On: A horrific childhood accident left Tris reliant on crude braces and crutches to get around. Only with her recent relocation to Thanalan was she able to replace her mangled legs with mechanical ones of steel and magic.
Other amputees (with or without mechanical limbs) may have run into her in the past, and she is actively interested in meeting others that share the same struggles she has, or are in need of finely crafted prosthetics.
OOC INFORMATION –––
I’m a late 30 something lesbian who’s been around roleplaying off and on in MMOs for 20 years now. I like playing with glams, decorating my house, and taking a nap while Gaius yells about Eorzea. I’m pretty new to FFXIV and always happy to learn more about the setting and its lore!
