
TIDE BORN

β ON THE SEA he wished to meet it, if meet it he must. He was not sure why this was, yet he had a terror of meeting the thing again on dry land. Out of the sea there rise storms and monsters, but no evil powers: evil is of earth. And there is no sea, no running of river or spring, in the dark land where once [he] had gone. Death is the dry place.β




AGE. | early-mid twenties. |
NAMESDAY. | sometime in winter. |
HEIGHT. | five fulms Β· seven ilms. |
PRONOUNS. | she Β· her. |
BIRTHPLACE. | off the coasts of tural. |
PATRON DEITY. | the sea. |
ALIGNMENT. | true neutral. |
OCCUPATION. | seafarer. |
I must go down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide
Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;
THERE ON THE CHAFED SHORES of the La Noscean islets she's come, from the sea-soaked villages where the children can paddle as soon as they can walk and the coves beget wooden houses on stilts over the high tide. The smell of saltwater clings to her stick straight hair, and by the sight of her nimble hands, she's a fisherman's daughter.
The sun has warmed her skin, the color of sand under the pelts of beasts that swathe a build more wire than flesh. She is a swordswoman, a fighter, and the callouses brindling her arms suggest she heralds from a life with little comfort.And here, she's come with little else, as is the wont of travelers and those who seek to know against their own folly; without so much as a mount to her name, only her swords and her boat and her very self, as though to need or own aught more would be to allow the anchoring aches of the earth to tether her.She looks as though a tempest must have brought her in. There is the thriving weed of wildness in Uya's dark eyes, for all that the rest of her is steady, and a frigid abeyance upon her features despite the warmth that beget her. It is as though she is waiting for something, or worse-- that she seeks something that never comes, always looming beyond the horizon.
And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,
And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying.



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β ...SALTSWEPT.... Heralded from a people whose entire livelihood revolves and depends on the sea, and their connection to it, it is of no surprise that among the noteworthy hauntings surrounding her name, Uya is the rumored daughter of a discharged Maelstrom mariner turned pirate, a man by the name Alden Warrer.
Though she is typically avoidant of characters affiliated with this Grand Company, it is inevitable that both they and those of piratical background might recognize her. After allβ there is a bounty on the head of the man that bore her, much to her chagrin.


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21+ β΄ CDT (GMT-5) β΄ any pronouns β΄ ESP/ENG
Hey! thanks for reading Uya's carrd.I've been roleplaying for a large portion of my life now. I'm usually pretty happy to make contacts and plan scenes out!
Typically, I'm available in the evenings during the week for roleplay scheduling, and pretty consistently anytime during the weekends.
While XIV contains fantastical themes/tropes that lean into contemporary parallels (racism and related stereotypes, class inequality, misogyny, and many others), I will not engage with players or groups whose OOC conduct, character design, or roleplay I find offensive, insensitive, or otherwise unpleasant.If that's all good to you, please feel free to poke me in game or ask for my discord!

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CHARACTER NAME
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of the La Noscean islets she's come, from the sea-soaked villages where the children can paddle as soon as they can walk and the coves beget wooden houses on stilts over the high tide. The smell of saltwater clings to her stick straight hair, and by the sight of her nimble hands, she's a fisherman's daughter.

CHARACTER NAME
β‘β
βββ
of the La Noscean islets she's come, from the sea-soaked villages where the children can paddle as soon as they can walk and the coves beget wooden houses on stilts over the high tide. The smell of saltwater clings to her stick straight hair, and by the sight of her nimble hands, she's a fisherman's daughter.

CHARACTER NAME
β‘β
βββ
of the La Noscean islets she's come, from the sea-soaked villages where the children can paddle as soon as they can walk and the coves beget wooden houses on stilts over the high tide. The smell of saltwater clings to her stick straight hair, and by the sight of her nimble hands, she's a fisherman's daughter.