Anamirya Underwood

The Delight of Eorzea

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Character Information

Name: Anamirya Underwood
Server: Aether - Siren
Pronouns: She/Her
Age: 36
Race: Wildwood Elezen
Residence: Durendaire Estate, Ishgard
Orientation: Pansexual leaning Masculine
Preference: Switch leaning Submissive
Likes: Dense woods, rain, cocktails, traveling, romance, entertaining, listening to stories, reading, singing, secrets, connecting with others
Dislikes: Rude or aggressive people, insincerity, spicy food, hot weather, combat, loud or crowded places
Personality: Quietly charming, sociable, and confident yet easily flustered
at times

Backstory

I lay alone in the lush, late summer grass of the Shroud. A soft wind tickled my eyelashes, and I opened them to dappled sunlight breaking through the verdant canopy, warming my skin with its gentle touch. Mother had a stew on – something rich and well spiced, filled with root vegetables from our garden by the scent the breeze carried to me. Father was chopping firewood, the rhythmic thunk of his axe melding with the sounds of a nearby woodpecker building a nest for her young before the coming of winter. Much and many of my days were the same in that time.
I was at peace. I was happy.
I couldn't wait to leave.

From a young age, Anamirya knew she was not meant to stay in the Shroud. She had been a curious child, questioning her parents and the few who passed through their quiet village about their travels with the insatiable curiosity of one who needed more than a peaceful life could offer. As she grew, she read endlessly. She read of the Allagans and their brilliant societies, long lost to time and calamities. She read of the one called the Warrior of Light who went to the moon and beyond to save their wide world. She read of lands filled with riches and creatures beyond her imagination, of dragons and beasts, of people so unlike the simple Elezen of her home that she knew she must meet them to know their truths.When she had read all the books in her home, then all those in her village, then each of them again twice over, she began spinning her own tales to sate her curiosity for Elsewhere. She created whole worlds in her mind filled with vibrant peoples and histories, but the further she threw the reaches of her imagination, the more restless and lonely she became. After all, what was a fantasy to the reclusive Ishgardians who warred against dragons for centuries? To the rich hues and sounds and smells of Thavnair? To the sparkling waters of the New World, yet unexplored.When she came of age, she lovingly parted ways with her family who had for years understood that their daughter would outgrow their placid life. Onwards to Elsewhere she went, first to Thanalan with a caravan of merchants who provided her passage in exchange for entertainment, and here her practiced storytelling truly shone for the first time. She weaved stories and song together, some real, some imagined, and she listened raptly to any who would regale her with the tales of their lives.She went from city to city this way, taking jobs in all varieties: from telling bawdy tales to pirates in dank taverns, to courting for high lords, and everything in between. She collected their stories, histories, and secrets in exchange for her company and a bed and over time, she grew to love her dalliances nearly as much as she loved growing her knowledge of the world and its peoples.Eventually, she made her way to Ishgard where she gained residency with House Durendaire. She began there in a position of elegance, a courtesan who frequented opulent balls and entertained the noble lords of the city with company over cigars and wine in gowns she could never have afforded, but over time, her duties grew. Her skill for conversing and more importantly, listening proved to be an important boon in matters of politics, as many were wont to drunkenly reveal their secrets between her sheets at the ends of long nights. Some of these secrets were innocuous - trifling things which died on her ears as readily as the tongues that spilled them, but others, those of more insidious sorts, she collected. Holding them close to her chest to be used only when the time was right.Life like this was not always easy. Before arriving in Coerthas, Anamirya found herself hungry on more than a few occasions, and unhoused for much of her two decades spent on the road. Never one to carry a blade and a late bloomer with magic, she relied on honeyed words and wits when met with trouble throughout her travels, and there were times when both fell short. But in spite of it all, she joyously thrived. By the time she was 30, she was known amongst circles rich and poor from the shores of La Noscea to the Sharlayan colonies at Idyllshire for her songs and stories, her easy laughter, and her infectious optimism, and she carried this reputation with her into the complicated web that comprised Ishgard's high society.She was at peace. She was happy.
She couldn't wait for more.

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Where shall we meet, darling? Be it by chance on the road? A date in a dimly lit tavern? There are many ways to find yourself one such as Anamirya, and many places those dalliances can go...

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_{Should you have your own story hooks in mind that fit better with your character, do let me know! I am flexible and open to ideas.}

unexpected camaraderie...

She frequents bars and lounges often both as a patron and as a worker. She's always amenable to company, and she loves to sit down and unwind with strangers over good cocktails and better conversations, no strings attached.

Ishgardian Connections...

Ever developing her network, Anamirya loves meeting other Ishgardians be they Nobles, Clergy, Brume-born, and anything in between. She moves just as easily amongst the Pillars as she does Foundation, and on occasion her duties wrap her into the Restoration efforts. A keen ear might realize that she possesses a certain knowledge of important figures throughout the city. Maybe you are in need of said information? Or perhaps she has something on you that you don't wish to get out?

burgeoning magic...

A late bloomer, Anamirya only learned she had some mastery over her own aether in her mid 30s. The sages of Sharlayan have captured her attention, and she's begun learning their techniques alongside healing medicines. Are you perhaps in need of a healer, a student yourself, or a skilled sage who is willing to teach? If any, you will have plenty to discuss with her.

her knight in shining armor...

She's never been one for combat, and as someone who's regularly on the road, it was only a matter of time before she ran into trouble. You're passing by, perhaps while on duty, perhaps by good fortune alone, when you hear a woman scream and rush to her aid. Her gratidude towards her saviour is bottomless, surely she can at least buy you dinner as thanks?

a healing touch...

She understands well the need for companionship and connection, and she herself desires it often. For those who have long endured hardship or strife, sometimes a gentle embrace is exactly what one needs to nurture their soul. Come rest your head in her lap and tell her your troubles as you enjoy her soothing presence.

quiet connection...

When not working or socializing, Anamirya spends quite a lot of time both reading and writing. She can often be found curled up under shady trees surrounded by half-read tomes and scrawled notes, or engrossed in some topic at the library. Maybe you catch her eye whilst taking a break from your own studies?

Blossoming Romance...

She won't readily admit it to a stranger, but her years of traveling and having little more than short-term dalliances has taken something of a toll on her. She's a romantic at heart, and she craves deeper companionship, perhaps even someone with whom she can settle down. She wholeheartedly believes that her person is out there - she only has to find them.* _{This scenario would develop naturally over time between compatible characters and cannot be forced. It does not mean she wants someone to 'save' her from her job!}

games of skill...

You love triple triad. She loves triple triad. Why don't we play some triple triad?

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Mature Scene Hooks

Life is not always sunshine and roses...shall we venture forth into the darkness together?

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_{Mature themes should be discussed in advance OOC to ensure we both are comfortable and consenting to the scene. Good communication is an absolute requirement!}

a dark patron...

It is well known that there are unsavory types more than happy to prey on the defenseless, particularly those who work in intimate settings as she does. You find her late one evening, deeply shaken with torn clothes and bruises beginning to bloom on her neck, the clear result of one such patron. You feel a strong urge to comfort this woman, and a deep hatred towards the one who would try to extinguish the light that she shares freely with others.

king's gambit...

A good courtesan listens, and Anamirya is one of the best. She's accumulated a wealth of secrets and knowledge that she has no right to simply by paying attention to loose lips and drunken confessions between the sheets of her bed, and now she's been hostaged by a rival lord who would use her to rise through his own ranks. A powerful person in your own right, you simply can't let that happen...will you free her from his grip, a hero in a desperate time? Or take her to use in your own mad grab for power?

monstrous needs...

She's struggling lately, drinking to excess more nights than not, and you've caught her on one such night when she's looking to make a mistake. To be hurt. To feel on the outside the same way she feels on the inside. She taunting you and seducing you in the same breath, egging you on until you're overcome equally by your anger towards her, and your need to make her your own. She wants a monster, and it is a monster she will have.

a curse lifted...

She does not know by whom, nor how, but a curse has been placed upon her. You can see it in her aether - once joyous and light, it has grown dark and gnarled, its tendrils wrapping around her as if to suffocate her with her very essence. She grows paranoid, fatigued, she has nightmares of the void when she sleeps that do not relent when she wakes. She is more desperate by the day to find a powerful alchemist, or healer, or mage, anyone who may be able to help her before she surely succumbs to its effects.*_{* The situation can become dire, but must ultimately have a positive outcome as I won't roleplay my character's death}

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Personal Information

Name: Ana or Anamirya
Pronouns: She/Her
Age: 29
Time Zone: PST (-8:00)
RP Preference: 3rd POV, paragraphs
FFXIV Interests: MSQ, crafting, gathering, housing and glams, raiding, field ops, roleplaying, gposing
Other Interests: gaming, reading, writing, piano, cello, DnD, baking, gardening, weightifting
Personality: kind, nerdy, introverted, somewhat shy at first