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Magus Musings - Reflection

“Wicked white, Angan, not again! I told ye’ already, we don’ ‘ave no berry fruits ye be after!”

Angan tilted head to the side, staring at the hume merchant in confusion. “But I haven’t asked for any berries, Varden. I was just coming for the daily supplies like always, for the Spagyrics. What is this about berries now?” The young drahn woman shook her head, her mop of unkempt black hair falling over her shoulder. This was the third time today on her daily rounds through the Musica Universalis that someone had been exasperated with her for some reason or another.

The hume pointed a fat finger at her. “An’ another thing, how the bleedin’ ‘ells ‘re ye changin’ yer hair so damned fast like? It ain’t natural it ain’t! Ye look a sight better now than ye’ did just a bell ago, tha’s fer sure.  Bleedin’ bright pink as a pixie, as if we didn’ ‘ave enough bright colors ta stare at in the sky! But the answer’s still ‘no,’ so don’ think of addin’ – “

“Berries to the order, no, I got that. Pink hair? Me? Have you been drinking again, Varden? It’s only the eighth bell in the morn!” She took the sack of vials with an annoyed “thank you” and turned to walk away, shaking her head.

All morning, her usual rounds had led to one odd encounter after another. Pink hair. Barely dressed. Smelling of seaweed and “wet” – whatever that smelled like – and always, it seemed, just a bell or two ahead of her.

It was difficult in a town like the Crystarium to be mistaken for someone else. Sure, the occasional dwarf was hard to tell apart, and the zun all looked alike anyway, but there were so few people left in the world to begin with…well…it was difficult to find someone that would look or sound so similar to you that people you’d known for years could mistake you.

“What bloody sinner is going around acting like me,” Angan wondered aloud, making her way to the next stall. She paused, thinking her route again. The imposter was further ahead of her by at least a bell; what if she cut her off at her final stop?  Angan hurried out of the markets to the aetheryte, then down the steps to the Horotorium. It was usually her last stop, so she could go to the library for a new book, and then take the aetheryte back to the Exedra. She hurried down the stairs, her powerful tail swinging behind her.

In the Horotorium, no one seemed to notice anything amiss with her presence, other than noting how oddly *early* she was. “And you’re sure, there hasn’t been another drahn that looks like me down here” she asked the botanists.

“No one except you, Angan. Is something the matter?”

She shook her head, scratching behind her horn a moment in thought. “Thanks anyway,” she replied, turning away. She approached the Cabinet of Curiosity, deciding she could at least get her new book while she was down here, and then return to her daily errands.

The doors of the great library swung open in front of her, and she looked up in time to see –

She blinked.

She saw herself blink back at her. At least, it could have been her, if she had decided to put a flower in her hair and color it bright pink. Or if she had decided to dress as if she were cavorting on a stage in Eulmore.

Angan raised a finger, pointing at the other woman. “You!” She took a threatening step towards…well, herself. “I have been looking all over for -!”

The other woman went wide-eyed, then made a dash for the nearby aetheryte. Her hand reached out and she was gone in a flash, just as Angan managed to hustle to close the gap with her. She cried out in frustration; the woman could be anywhere in the Crystarium now, or even leaving.

But there had been no mistaking that face…those horns…the tail even. Her eyes had been ringed yellow, like Angan’s…the patterns of scales covering her. The woman could have been her twin, had Angan not known better.

“Who the hells do you think you are,” she said to no one in particular. “How did you…wicked white…”

At that moment, Angan thought it may be wise to finish her errands in the markets – the sooner she finished, the sooner she could enjoy a much-needed drink.

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Character Strengths: Anafenza Ejinn

★★☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆  —  strength

★★★★★★★☆☆☆  —  offense

★★★★★★★★☆☆  —  defense

★★★★★★☆☆☆☆  —  speed

★★★★★★★★★☆  —  durability

★★★★★☆☆☆☆☆  —   accuracy

★★★★★★★★★☆  —  agility

★★★★★★★★★★  —  stamina

★★★★★☆☆☆☆☆  —  teamwork

★★☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆  —  stealth

★★★★★★☆☆☆☆  —  close combat         

★★★★★★★★★★  —  bladed weapons ( swords, dagger/s )

★☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆  —  blunt weapons ( club/s, staff/s )  

★☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆  —  ranged weapons ( archery, gun/s )

★★★★★★★★☆☆  —  superpowers / abilities

★☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆  —  traps/setups

★★☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆ —  medic

– ––– OVERVIEW ––– –

Anafenza relies on an innate ability to shield herself and her allies from harm, as well as a wellspring of aether to summon a large blade to do battle with. With five turns of practice tapping into this potential, she claims she has a better grasp and control over her powers, but in truth she’s aware that she’s barely scratching the surface of the curse she now bears.  Still, her powers are strongest when she is under duress emotionally, tapping into the extra power this affords her to strengthen her resolve and defensive magicks.  While she had originally been training with a short sword and shield, since the events that resulted in her being cursed she’s found it difficult to wield them with any degree of comfort or practice, an oddity considering her natural ability to master nearly any skill or task she is presented with (owed to her Echo).

ANY LASTING INJURIES FROM COMBAT?  —

Anafenza bears a vine-like pattern of scales that winds up the left side of her body.  When her curse becomes more active, or when she fully taps into her powers, she will complain that the mark burns her.  After years of use, the pattern now stretches from her neckline, down her side, and down to her left knee; it’s also begun to branch out more, as if the scales threaten to wrap around her entire body now.  Despite recognizing this, she continues to use the abilities she’s gained, hoping to still protect her friends.

– ––– FIGHTING STYLE ––– –BOLD WHAT APPLIES.

commander /  duelist / honorable / dishonorable /  would have others do their fighting /  stealthy  / long-ranged /  melee / technological / sorcery  / superhuman abilities /  has fought in an illegal tourney / a lover of fighting / a hater of fighting  / cowardly /  reckless / strategic / uses underhanded tricks  / renowned for their skill / trained /  untrained / keeps skills secret / won a battle / lost a battle / ruthless / merciful

– ––– TRAITS ––– –

╳   flaws

moody | short-tempered | emotionally unstable | whiny | controlling | conceited | possessive | paranoid | liar | impatient | cowardly | bitter | selfish | power-hungry | greedy | lazy | judgmental | forgetful | impulsive | spiteful | stubborn | sadistic | petty | unlucky

♔   strengths

honest | trustworthy | thoughtful | caring | brave | patient | selfless | ambitious | tolerant | lucky | intelligent | confident | focused | humble | generous | merciful | observant | wise | clever | charming | cheerful | optimistic | decisive | adaptive | calm | loyal

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Journal Entry 1

It’s been a while since the events that made me want to pick up paper and quill and start this diary.  The scar is still there still seared to my side scales and all like i was born with it.  it burns, sometimes.  I react to events unfolding around me and it stings like it knows what is happening or --- more frieghtening, it remembers ---- events the blind elezen was exposed to

the dreams are less frequent now, thank the gods.  the dark tree in the aether sea --- should I tell Lyta or Kerin??? other dreams come now, Nice dreams.  Memories, they seem like, of another persons life.  I dream about things about teri that i can’t remember ever knowing or doing -- surely theyre dreams yeah?  of course they are

I want to tell Lyta I want to take the pledge and earn my mage name.  Something with the water, of course.  Aqua sounds nice...

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Magus Musings: Week 1

We here at Mysterium have decided to try something new! Welcome to Magus Musings! To get our creative juices flowing (and yours!) we’ve decided to post a weekly FFXIV themed writing prompt. A new prompt will go live each Monday and you will have a week to respond with a drabble, short story, poem, letter, or anything, really. I know we said writing prompt, but if your muse wants a series of screenshots, then, by all means, do that. We want to see everything you come up with and get to know your characters a little better. 

This is open to all members of the FFXIV community not just those who are members of Mysterium. So, if a prompt strikes your fancy, get creative! Just don’t forget to use the tag #magusmusings! We want to see (and like and reblog) all of your amazing work!

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