B'raht Nunh

He was once foolish enough to throw the harp into a campfire.
The pain he shared with it was more than enough to learn his lesson.

Crescendo of Chaos

As far as most scholars have been able to discern, the magic imbued within the instrument seems to be of an otherworldly origin. The frame of the harp is rather unremarkable; carved from fine oak and strung with steel. Magic users typically sense the presence of a sentient soul living within it.

Tortuous Tempo

The harp's magic seems to bring out the worst in people. Depending on what Br'aht plays, its chaotic effects range broadly from heavy bouts of melancholy to irresistible inspirations of foolishness. Anybody with a disciplined mind or heightened will seem to suffer little to even no immediate effects. Refusing to play the harp at all causes B'raht to suffer severe withdrawal-like symptoms.

Hunter's Harmony

B'raht's talents as a musician are equal only to his abilities with a bow. Despite his pacifistic nature, he is a very capable marksman and shows great enthusiasm in being a hunting partner.

Obscured Opus

Many years travelling with the harp has fractured his perception of reality. B'raht is prone to thick fogs of memory loss. Often vaguely disconnecting in conversation or suffering distracting hallucinations. This inconvenience hampers any long-term relationship, though all this does not seem to faze him in the slightest.

"I don't think I like large crowds. Things tend to get... out of hand..."

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Silandra Crowe

During the Final Days, she sat with the village children inside a nearby cave.
The songs she sang drowned out the screams of those suffering outside.

The Mind

She dedicates her skills and passion to the culinary arts. Her attention is easily bought by the smell of freshly baked goods. She can often be found at refugee shelters, preparing hearty meals to families in need.

The Heart

Silandra is a fountain of empathy towards anybody who finds themselves injured or in trouble. She cares deeply for her friends and welcomes new faces with warmth and hospitality - offering kind and wise words to those in emotional or mental distress.

The Body

Since she was a little girl, she has demonstrated a natural proclivity for art of healing. Although she classifies herself as a tactician, she is more than capable of sustaining her allies in combat. Her optimism, level-headedness and charm naturally declare her a beacon of hope in battle.

The Soul

Her parents were among the Ala Mhigan Resistance. Her upbringing forged her soul, tempered her virtues and sharpened her courage. She takes great pride in her homeland and visits her doting parents frequently.

"I think a hot cup of tea and a fresh scone would do your world some good."

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Arlo Briar

Every night, he wakes with his bones in agony.
A glass of whiskey sends him back to his slumber. Another wonderful dream forgotten.

Dolor Qui Absconditus Est

His aversion towards other people is not due to poor manners. Arlo suffers from Osteogenesis Imperfecta. His bones fracture frightfully easily which has resulted in extreme social caution and a general dislike towards bodily contact. He relies on a painful skeletal strengthening solution to allow him to walk and do common tasks.

Libri Et Secreta

Books and literature are a favourite conversation topic for Arlo. A grimoire gifted to him by an old mentor has shaped him to be an accomplished medic and autodidact chirurgeon. He's quite unlikely to pass up the chance to visit libraries or new book stores when he's given the chance.

Magna Parva Pera

Arlo carries a small bag holding chirurgeon's tools and a variety of potions and antidotes. Despite his small and fragile frame, he is normally quite well-equipped for any number of medical emergencies.

Bona Voluntate

Owing to his lack of social prowess, Arlo has an unfortunate habit of speaking embarrassing truths to people. His flair for awkward questions and remarks is done out of either pure curiosity or concern and means no offence.

"I just wish people were easier to read than books, you know?"

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The Matron

Mameha Ichiwari... She buys and sells favours.
Like a spider, she spreads her webs wide and has no mercy for her prey.

About the Alias

'The Grey Matron' is a title earned for her tendency to do black market dealings for white market people. She is well-known for making arrangements for all manner of folk for all manner of reasons. Her many property and business equity acquisitions have expanded her intricate network across Eorzea.

Beneath the Masque

On the surface, she could easily be described as nothing more than condescending, impatient, stern, materialistic, arrogant, shrewd and even downright unpleasant. On the contrary, she is known to be quite charitable to societies as well as individuals. There are many in the La Noscea who owe their successful livelihoods thanks to her personal intervention.

A Lone Fortune

Although it's obvious that she enjoys a life of opulence, she merely markets herself as a simple landlady to strangers. There are very few alive who are wise to the true origin of her wealth. The whereabouts of her private estate remain unknown even to her closest friends.

The Rose's Thorns

Rumour would correctly have it that the Matron coats her fingernails with a fine layer of spider venom. Anyone unfortunate enough to earn her hand across their face is met with an agonizing burning sensation as the venom reactivates into the fresh cuts.

"I like to make things my business. You'd be surprised what becomes profitable."

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Zachery Picquery

He is as bold as he is loyal. Do not be fooled. He is not as frail as he seems.
Many years in service have tempered his soul and spirit.

Man of War

Much of his youth was spent in service aboard the Dalmare Verician as a barrelman sailing across the Five Seas. It wasn't until his proud moustache began to go grey when he returned to his roots in Ul'dah. He thoroughly enjoys exchanging tales of his adventures with anybody with a seafarer's spirit.

Thin Temperment

It isn't a difficult task for anybody to warrant a duel from the dapper little man. Only the young and the foolish would be likely to underestimate him. He keeps a very reliable rapier hidden within his walking cane and still knows exactly how to use it.

Manderville Man

Zachery spends many of his free days frequenting the Gold Saucer and delights in making reckless bets. He is the self-proclaimed archenemy of the Masked Rose, finding his ideas of themed attire to be offensive at worst and laughable at best. He is known for hosting Picquery's Picks - a monthly fashion show where contestants have the chance to win a generous amount of gil among other suave prizes.

Fine Tailor

Zachery runs a comfortable fashion and toy boutique with his loving wife, Millery. He offers high praise to exquisite colours and well-matched attire. He is very enthusiastic when it comes to renewing seasonal wardrobes for new and old clients and has a genuine adoration for other cultures' approaches to fashion.

"True civility lies within the brim of a sturdy and well-tailored hat!"

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Sjaro Eruyt

Be cautious. This one treads with purpose...
He calls upon the stars and has determined the fates of many lives.

Envoy of the Wood

At the age of thirteen, Sjaro remained in Eruyt as it was assumed he was purely female. Whilst suspicions rose among the villagers, it was not until he neared his coming of age that it became clear that he had meant to live life as a man. Unable to live among the men and being discontent with the confines of the village, by Word of the Wood, Sjaro was blessed and tasked with the duty to explore the ever-changing world and bring news to his people should their safety ever be threatened by forces beyond Othard.

Nightly Stargazer

It is common for travelers to witness the eerie sight of Sjaro staring at the moon and stars for hours on end. When beyond the safety of the jungle, his travels are guided by the stars. A bound deck of tarot cards hang invitingly against his satchel. There is no doubt that he seems proficient at reading signs from somebody's past and the future. Under the right circumstances, he might even be convinced to do so.

Worldly Wayfarer

Much like many of his kind, Sjaro is quite thin and dexterous. While he lacks overall physical strength, spending almost a hundred years exploring the world has notably strengthened and defined his leg muscles. He wears a pair of peculiar winged sandals that allow him to walk for days with little to no exhaustion.

Aljara's Tear

His only valued possession is a necklace fashioned from the amber of the Golmore Jungle and blessed by the matriarch of his village. It allows him to listen to the voice of the Wood when he returns to Her. He is extremely protective of it and will immediately abandon any task in the effort to retrieve it, if it were ever stolen.

"I speak for the Wood to those whose ears are dulled by the world beyond Her bough."

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Darzhan Zelasch

With claws or fangs, he rips the tongues from his fallen enemies.
He believes that by doing so, he will silence the cries of those who perished in the Citadel.

Master Gunbreaker

Darzhan is exceptional with a gunblade in his hands. Although he cannot cast magic, he is able to channel his aether directly into the chamber of his weapon. His primal rage makes him a reckless fighter which some might consider a disadvantage to his incredible size. He is quite keen to raise his blade against monsters and offers himself as a bodyguard for hire to travellers on the road.

Lost Tribesman

The Tujiwa were a highly unusual tribe of massive Hrothgar known for endlessly roaming Ilsabard selling their crafts and lending their blades to all who resisted the Garlean Empire. Their already limited number was culled by Dullahan on the Bozjan Southern Front. Darzhan still suffers from the horrifying attack and is easily startled and prone to outbursts of rage when even slightly aggravated.

Light Sensitivity

As a cub, Darzhan and his clan bore witness to the Bozja Incident. The light of the blast was so bright, it burned itself into their eyes. As a result, they spent many years adapting to their over-sensitivity. Their already heightened hearing and sense of smell helped them overcome the daylight. He almost always wears blindfolds as strong bursts of light are enough to pierce his shut eyes and cause him great pain.

Aesthete Weaponsmith

His clawed hands being far too large for the intricacies of armour crafting and tailoring, he instead focuses his skill and strength on tempering metal and bending bow limbs. He takes great pride in his craftsmanship and is easily drawn into discussions involving the techniques and intricacies of weaponsmithing.

"I remember watching sunsets with my brothers... They took that away from me..."

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