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Hello there and welcome to the carrd for my characters Leona and Kyra! Please don't hesitate to reach out if you're interested in RPing!

Leona

Age ✦ 34
Gender ✦ Female
Pronouns ✦ She/Her
Race ✦ Viera
Eyes ✦ Green
Height ✦ 6'3''
Hair Color ✦ Snow white with red highlights
Skin Color ✦ Tan
Orientation ✦ Pansexual
Status ✦ Divorced
Main Classes ✦ Warrior & Miner
Notable Traits ✦ Large assets, works far too much.

RP Hooks

Tea
As the owner of one of the most prestigious Tea Houses on Etheirys, she is always happy to talk business.Foodie
Having travelled a lot in her youth , she's always happy to talk about or enjoy anything to do with food!Gemstones
Diamonds may be a girl's best friend but for Leona nothing is better than her vast collection of rocks minerals. Mined from veins throughout Etheirys, they act as a reminder of the wonderful places she has visited on her adventures.Swimming
Born within earshot of the ocean, Leona has always had a strong affinity with the water. When not adventuring, she spends much of her free time swimming in the warm waters of the Cieldalaes.

Kyra

Age ♥ 424 (Physically 24)
Gender ♥ Female
Pronouns ♥ She/Her
Race ♥ Canus lupus sapien
Eyes ♥ Pink
Height ♥ 4'5"
Hair Color ♥ Snow white with pastel pink highlights
Skin Color ♥ Light tan
Orientation ♥ Bisexual
Status ♥ Single
Main Classes ♥ Warrior & Dancer
Notable Traits ♥ Loves to dance, always getting herself into trouble. Full body scarification.

RP Hooks

Dancing
Having spent nearly all of her life dancing in one form or another, the quickest way to catch her attention is through dance. See her on the dance floor? Shuffle on over and see where the rhythm takes you!Gambling
Upon returning to this plane, Kyra found herself with a lot of money and not much to do with it, however after a night of drinking she found herself inside a casino in Ul'dah. 4 hours later and with far too much luck, Kyra emerged even richer than she'd started the night, leaving the neon halls with more than just money...Forests
Having never seen a forest till traveling south to Ul'dah all those years ago, Kyra instantly fell in love with the luscious greenery and cool breeze of The Black Shroud. 400 years later and that love hasn't faded in the slightest, with her spending as much time in the shade of the great trees as often as she can.Her Tattoo
Adorned with full body scarification visible to any who look, Kyra is often questioned about the meaning behind it. Often dismissing it at a drunken choice gone wrong, those who get close may find out the truth behind these mysterious markings.

Kyra's Backstory

Born in a quiet farming village near the northern border of Gyr Abania, Kyra had always been a very talented dancer. Even from a young age she had spent nearly every waking moment practicing moves she had seen performed by passing dancing troupes, dreaming that one day she too would travel the continent dancing for the thousands of people who would come to see her perform. On the eve of her 24th birthday Kyra was busy closing up the tavern she had worked at. An unusually busy night, many of the patrons had been there to see the latest collection of traveling dancers, Troupe Infernalis. A favorite of hers, Kyra had often tried to imitate the iconic dance style, the movements reminiscent of a flame burning amongst coals. Finishing cleaning the bar she was approached by a handsome man she had seen before. Introducing himself as Beria, he revealed himself as the leader of Troupe Infernalis and having heard from locals of her dancing talent, offered her a place within his troupe. Accepting as quickly as it was offered, Kyra thanked Beria and ran home to begin packing her things, ready to finally begin her journey. Waking up the next morning with her belongings packed in a chest, she met with her new troupe and after saying her goodbyes to friends and family began her journey south. Days passed and after what had felt like an eternity she finally arrived at the grand city of Ala Mhigo. Kyra’s eyes lit up in awe. She had never seen or heard such sights as she was shepherded through the streets of the entertainment quarter, finally making her way to the headquarters of Troupe Infernalis, her new home.A week had passed and Kyra had already begun to make a new life for herself. She had managed to pick up her routine with ease and fit right in with her fellow dancers. The night before her first performance, a voice was heard from down the hall, summoning her for a moment. Raising from her bed, she stuck her head out of her bedroom door to find Beria calling. Making her way down to his office, he welcomed her, praising her for how well she had integrated already. He sat down at his desk and pushed a contract in front of her, offering her an extremely lucrative deal on the condition of her working for him exclusively. Kyra took the pen offered to her and signed her name. As the nib of the pen lifted from the paper, she felt an intense heat surround her, her clothes scorched from her body as she found herself nude and engulfed by the flames of the Hells themselves. Panicked, Kyra tried to run away but couldn’t. The exit was blocked off with walls of fire. The man who was once going by the name Beria transformed, taking on his true form of Belial, Archdevil of the Hells. Realizing her mistake, Kyra begged for him to free her. Her pleas fell on deaf ears though, as she was promptly carted away and dressed in leathers. Ultimately, Kyra was forced to dance for her new master and his unholy guests. Years passed and as time went on, Kyra began to lose hope. The endless torment of being a play toy for the infernal beings was wearing down any semblance of humanity she had left.
One night, returning to the room she had been provided to rest in, she found a note left by her pillow. The note promised a chance of escape! The cold in Kyra’s heart melted away as the warmth of hope returned to her. Following the instructions on the letter, she snuck around Belial’s domain, trying her best to not be seen or heard. After what felt like an eternity, Kyra found herself in front of a large mirror, the view showing the room she recognized as her old bedroom back in Ala Mhigo. Her hope was short lived, however, as she heard the same deep bellowing laugh that she heard countless times before. Impressed by her determination, her Master chose not to kill her but instead inscribed his mark upon her body. His black infernal blood; The ink in which he carved into her body. Kyra’s screams were heard for hours that night, with each hour more agonizing than the next, as his dark magic flowed through her body, forever chaining her to this plane...
...Centuries had come to pass, and with little-to-no choice, Kyra became Belial’s personal dancing marionette. His control of her was absolute as she did his bidding, with any resistance snuffed out by the scars still red-hot across her body. One night, Kyra was awoken by a tall, muscular woman. Before she knew what was happening, she felt herself lifted over this unknown person’s shoulder with ease. Kyra felt herself panic, unsure of what was going on until a voice reached out to her, calming her. Feeling a second hand placed on her back she heard some language she didn’t understand and felt the familiar eternal pain which had wracked her body begin to fade. The infernal blood which has corrupted her body began to seep from her branding, the scars however remaining as a reminder of her servitude. The voice, gruff but definitely feminine apologized to her wolfgirl passenger for the torment she had suffered and reaching under her cloak, passed her a small piece of parchment with the words “You will live.” written in a beautiful font she had never seen before. Her rescuer prompted her to sign the scrip, this new contract freeing her from her current damned commitment. With no pen to sign, Kyra sunk her teeth into her hand, using her blood as the ink to sign her writ of freedom. Kyra once again felt a heat envelop her, the warm this time comforting, in opposition to the raw flame she had felt all those centuries ago. Kyra bobbed on her anonymous benefactor as she ran through the winding halls of her prison, the corridors passing at unnatural speeds until she spotted something she had seen so many years ago: The mirror which stood between her and home. Stopping in front of it, she felt the room begin to warm as a terrifying roar echoed throughout the citadel. Handing her a pouch filled with gold, the hooded figure shoved Kyra through the seemingly solid glass, the next moment feeling the cool air as she appeared back in her old room. Turning back, Kyra saw for a moment the imposing figure of her once captor, his image fleeting before the mirror cracked and shattered, its connection with the hells permanently broken. She fled the city that night, barely recognizable in the 400 years she has been held captive. Hitching a ride with a local trade convoy, she made her way towards La Noscea, having heard the stories of the freedoms many enjoyed there. Days passed and she soon arrived at the shores of Limsa Lominsa. Taking in the sea air, she soon got to work finding somewhere for her to begin her life anew. After some hunting and using some of the sizable amount of gold she’d been given, she managed to find herself a quaint cottage in The Mist, a community inhabited by adventurers and soon enjoyed her life of well deserved luxury.

Althea

Age « 57
Gender « Female
Pronouns « She/Her
Race « Miqo'te
Eyes « Purple (cybernetic)
Height « 5'3
Hair Color « White
Skin Color « Tan
Orientation « Hetrosexual
Status « Single
Main Classes « Warrior
Notable Traits « Cybernetic enhancements. Solution 9 resident. Ex-military electrope researcher.

Contact

If you're interested in RPing or Gposing with one or both of my characters, please feel free to DM me on bluesky or send a tell in game to Leona Tranquilli@Zalera!