Nameless AmneXia

Yimei is a petite (4'10"), xaelic woman who woke on the Isles of Umbra without any memory of who she was or where she came from. Due to an incursion with a particularly nasty group of pirates, she refuses to speak and is wary of going near any location where large groups of people may congregate.Much of these fears seem to have waned after ten years of travel and mishap, but they still seem to linger as small involuntary reactions...
| Given Name: | Yimei Qezhi |
| Known Alias(es): | Amne Xia (Amnesia), Enenra Vhesi |
| IG Name: | Enenra Vhesi |
| Age (DoB): | 33 (04/19) |
| Gender: | Female |
| Race: | Mixed (Xaela+Doman Hyur) |
| Height (Weight): | 4'10" (81 lbs) |
| Preferences/Kink: | Bisexual (Male Leaning)/Submissive, Bottom |

| ~ The Awkward Lady: She is unused to advances from others of the same sex. |
| ~ Speech to Text: Her tongue was irrevocably damaged at some point in her past. (Note: Moderate Gore Warning. Don't ask too deeply about it if you dislike descriptions of permanent scarring & torture. Just know she doesn't like to speak due to an old injury.) |
| ~ Social Flight Risk: She seems used to avoiding crowded towns and cities, though she seems eager to change that. |
| ~ Aetherically Absent: Those sensitive to aether would have a hard time sensing her, as if she blends into the ambient aether around her. Should one sensitive to aether touch her skin though, that changes completely. |
| ~ The Living Battery: For those who are not aetherically sensitive, direct contact with her skin would feel oddly energizing, as if their aether pool had suddenly doubled. |
> One might note an absence of aetherical presence in the small female xaela, or should someone come in direct skin-to-skin contact with her, a sudden gargantuan presence matching the aetherical state of the person or aether laden object she’s come in contact with.> Stranger still might be the oddly vague recharging service her business offers…
> Need someone to be a nerd in your stead? She seems to be a likely candidate.> Got an injury? Looking for a field medic to watch your back? This girl’s laden with the usual trappings of a healer (SGE/SCH) who can hold her own in a fight (MNK/SMN). And she doesn’t talk back to boot.> Perhaps you’ve caught her on an off day. There’s something odd about her, something unhinged. Perhaps you should prepare to defend yourself, or at the very least, gird your loins.> Wanna start a fight? Feel free to try. You’ll have to give her a very good reason to throw them tiny hands.
> Her heterochromia doesn’t seem particularly natural. A keen, surgical eye might note an oddly metallic nature of the limbal ring of her left eye.> Or perhaps her odd tendency to never speak a single word despite the healthy state of her vocal cords has caught your attention.
The small woman, though she doesn’t seem particularly wealthy at first glance, seems to at least make ends meet in big ways. To fund her various endeavors she seems to run an emporium out of her private room at the Nightingale Hunt’s Company Estate when she’s not aiding in the Hunt’s endeavors. She offers various wares and services with a focus on:> Art & Collectibles
> Books/Tomes/Knowledge
> Aetherical Recharging Services
> Alchemy & Weaving
> And more…
> Does your character know how to sign? She doesn’t and would like to learn.> Want to approach but not sure where to start? Send the player an OOC tell, we can think together. Let me know what you’re interested in
> The Hunter’s Dream in the Mists (P1, W21) boasts lodgings, storage, and space for the wandering sort. Need a place to stay while you find your way in the world? Looking to rent space to run your business? Or perhaps you just need somewhere to stash some spoils. Come inquire as to potential vacancies, we’ve got plenty of space.> The Company’s leaders have recently returned from a long trip, though the purpose is unknown. Rumor has it the two leaders and one other ventured into the void after procuring some form of elusive protection from the severely umbral aether of the place.> There’s something odd about the Hunter’s Dream. The building in particular. In every room you enter, you see the same stuffed rabbit settled somewhere. It feels as if it’s watching you, and at times you might hear a quiet whisper, though you can’t quite make out the words...> Besides the Nightingale Hunt’s company members and their retainers, you might also note the presence of other, unaffiliated, staff that man the house. These denizens never speak and only ever carry out their given tasks should the residents require it of them, otherwise, their only concerns seem to be the maintenance and integrity of the estate. You sense a mystery or secret here, but you can’t quite place what it is...
I, the player, prefer to keep IC and OOC completely separate. All things that happen in roleplay stay in roleplay and do not in any way impact or reflect my OOC outlook. Please do not ask me if I'm playing a the lewdest of fiddles while we RP. It's none of your business, and no I am not. I roleplay because I enjoy writing, not because I want some sort of gratification.I RP in third person. I do NOT appreciate meta or Mary Sue/Gary Stu characters. I am NOT interested in letting anyone control my character. I am NOT interested in deciding anything for your character or about your character. Just because it's on my F-List, doesn't mean you have to do it. Just because I have an F-List, does not mean I only want ERP.This character is prone to dark and mature themed roleplays. If anything about my character makes you uncomfortable, please say so and I will adjust to your comfort level or formulate a creative exit that will allow your roleplay to continue as normal.
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