* watch me, just watch me.
― in turning divine / we tangle endlessly.
arcelia bright, warrior of light.
[ art: inariya3 | template: @poohsources ]
* relationships.
the scions of the seventh dawn
her ticket to see more of the world
believes in their goals and ideals, which makes it all the easier to commit herself to their cause
forever grateful to minfilia for taking that initial chance on her
very fond of all of the scions, but she's closest to thancred (though less so until post-3.0)
living weapon
haurchefant
her homie of homies, bestie of besties
profoundly moved by someone who is so ardently kind and endlessly selfless
her only resentment lies in feeling like she is always trying to (and forever unable to) pay back his many favors
zephirin
initially wary due to his affiliation with the ward and inscrutable personality, she eventually comes to respect and admire him
when he catches her collecting a particular job stone from a corpse in the brume, he only asks that she not contribute to the job's notorious stigma
when she leaves bodies scattered throughout ishgard anyway, he quietly does what he can to keep her from being implicated (and tugs her aside to firmly remind her of his initial request)
she doesn't realize how much she trusts him until she can't trust him at all
grinnaux
he technically makes the first move twice
she still matches him every time
a case of "despite her better judgement" (so she says)
while initially bewildered by high house proclivities, she's charmed by the way he seems to navigate a noble's life in a way that benefits him more than it constrains him
(he's still a knight of his station, though)
the sun to her moon
paulecrain
share a bond over their similar backgrounds (born into nothing, clawed their way into something through their skill with a weapon)
she gravitates towards him during balls and other extravagant events where she otherwise feels out of place
both are a little ice-coded, but he's still colder than she could ever hope to be
zenos
she might have had more interest if she hadn't already done this sort of thing before
emet-selch
the more she learns, the less she likes
morbidly curious all the same
azem
while their personalities differ, their ideals are almost identical
unfortunately, arcelia's resentment for someone she will never meet is rotting her to the core
azem would love her anyway
* character info.
general
background
personality
full name. arcelia bright
age. 21 [at the start of arr]
nameday. 7th sun of the 1st umbral moon
height. 157cm
species. keeper of the moon
patron deity. menphina
pronouns. she / her
orientation. bisexual
occupation. warrior of light
class. bard -> dark knight
birthplace. the black shroud
current home. ishgard (post-endwalker)
parents. mother [deceased], father [presumed dead]
significant other. well,
motifs. the moon (goes without saying), ribbons, the forest, love
color scheme. blue, green, white, black
positive traits. compassionate, altruistic, soft-hearted, will always bend before she ever breaks
negative traits. outwardly stoic, martyr complex, wants and wants and wants and
likes. strawberries, tall trees, sewing, triple triad
dislikes. cold weather, grave injustice
pre-arr
Arcelia was born and raised in the Black Shroud to a woman by the name of [???]. Her upbringing was typical of most Keeper of the Moon tribes in that her tribe followed a matriarchal structure; like the rest of her kin, she followed a largely nocturnal way of life, and learned to wield a bow from the elders of her tribe, as well as her mother. While she wasn't particularly close to her father, she eagerly absorbed his stories of adventure when he made his occasional visits to deliver supplies and engage in trade. She dreamed of eventually leaving the Shroud in order to see more of the world herself.Shortly before Dalamud fell, Arcelia’s mother caught word of the Jakkya siblings fleeing to a village up in the mountains, and sent her along with them. After the fallout had settled from the Calamity, Arcelia made her way back to the Shroud, only to find the entirety of her village abandoned and in disrepair.With her family presumed dead and no home to return to, Arcelia took up the mantle of mercenary work at 16 years of age; her remarkable skill with a bow kept her employed, and caught the eyes of Mother Miounne and the Archer’s Guild. Eventually, she joined the Adventurer’s Guild, wherein she completed various assignments until she caught the eye of Yda and Papalymo.arr
Though her mercenary work gained her some measure of notoriety within Gridania, Arcelia still spent most of her early adulthood scraping together what little gil she could to make a meager day-to-day living. When Minfilia extended a formal invitation to join the Scions, Arcelia eagerly accepted, enamored with the idea of helping others and the potential to finally see more of the world. Being told she was different — special, courtesy of the Echo — certainly helped, too.Emboldened with newfound purpose, Arcelia readily completed any and all tasks assigned to her. Slaying primals turned from something daunting into something fun into something sobering; seeing the effects and ramifications of tempering made her realize just how important her blessing was, resolving her all the more to protect those who could not protect themselves.A warrior cannot protect everyone; still, this remained a truth stubbornly ignored despite her return to a bloodsoaked Waking Sands — despite her allies’ sacrifices at the Bloody Banquet. Shaken and embittered by the abrupt loss of her friends, Arcelia became fiercely protective over the few she still had left.It made her all the more touched when an acquaintance turned fast friend offered both her and hers asylum in the snow-cloaked realm of Coerthas.// under construction...