Azalea Kaisuri

Born to an enslaved Raen mother and a savage Xaela father, Azalea had to struggle to survive as an outcast within her own clan. Often mistreated and regularly left to fend for herself, she reached only adolescence thanks to her unwavering tenacity and determination to survive. The years of cruelty left her bitter, resenting her father and her clan more and more with every passing day.By the age of eighteen, she'd had enough. When the Calamity came, she took her chance, stealing a weapon and running during the chaos. She made her way East, to the lands of Doma from which her mother hailed, and took on the name her mother had given her in secret before her passing - Kaisuri Tsutsuji.When she arrived, however, her hopes of finding a place for herself were soon shattered. She was mistrusted, people treated her as a bloodthirsty savage because of her black scales. Her attempts at explaining her heritage only made things worse, and once again she found herself cast out for the circumstances of her birth. Growing ever more disillusioned, she boarded a boat bound for Eorzea.There, she plied her trade as an adventurer and, swiftly exhausted by her attempts at explaining the Doman tongue to those in the West, came to go by her name's translation in the Eorzean tongue - Azalea Kaisuri. During her time as an adventurer she honed her skill with the greatsword, spurned on by a burning anger that resided deep within her heart. Yet despite all through which she had struggled, she never turned her back on the innocent. In every frightened child, in every hungry woman, in every exhausted man, she saw herself. And so she wandered, struggling to make ends meet with what little coin she earned.Until she came to Ishgard. It happened largely by mistake - a contract to put down a monster that had been terrorising the Central Coerthas Highlands went wrong, leaving her badly wounded and lost in a blizzard. Through the storm she spied a great bridge, light in the night by plumes of fire and the sound of battle. In the chaos of a Dravanian assault, she slipped past the temple knights and into the city itself.Wounded as she was, she had no choice but to remain within the city until her wounds had healed. Wandering the Brume, she was quickly struck by the intensity of the people's suffering. Never before had she seen so many starving and cold, nor such corruption from those who touted themselves as 'holy'. So, with a grim determination, she decided it was here she would remain - whether she was wanted or not. People needed helping, and she'd be the one to help them - even if it killed her.

Hi! I'm SerenityFlux, a 20-year-old FFXIV player from Australia! I go by She/Her pronouns, and play on the Materia Data Center (primarily Sephirot). I'm a big fan of D&D and other TTRPGs, but I'm still very new to Final Fantasy roleplaying, so please bear with me. I look forward to roleplaying with you!