I'd do anything for twenty bucks~
Orphaned in Gridania at the age of six after the calamity, Aiofe quickly took to a bow in the archers guild. Spending her days learning how to cook and sew was simple enough, but there was something deeply intimate about watching the way she pulled the bow in and let the arrow fly. When she met Ophelia and her brother Evan at nine years old, she thought she had found a home. With Ophelia being only a few days older than Aiofe herself, the two of them were quickly close friends. Until her and Ophelia stopped talking, and Ophelia left just days before both of their fourteenth birthdays. She tried to build with what was left there and the people who remained behind, including Ophelia's brother. But ultimately, she knew she couldn't stay in Gridania forever. She couldn't ignore the itch that there was something else waiting for her.At nineteen, only five years after Ophelia had departed to Limsa, she finally left Gridania to seek out something more. As she wandered, offered her bow in exchange for a room, a ride, or a few pieces of gil. Though people, and bandits, often mistook the small lonely girl for an easy target, they were quick to find out that was wrong. They learned to avoid her, the quick as lightning Mi'qote that climbed into trees and shot arrows from seemingly everywhere at once.Finally, after what seemed like months of endless travel, she landed in Ishgard. Her ability to effortlessly adapt from a bow to a sword was an even quicker way to get coin. She was startled to find that she liked the feeling of a blade going through a belly, almost more than she had liked the bow. It troubled her, but she tried not to linger on it. And suddenly it wasn't long before she realized she had settled there, in Ishgard.Now, somehow, more than five years have passed and she is still in Ishgard. That wandering itch has settled into her bones again.
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✨Likes & Dislikes✨ |
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♥️: Limes, Shiny Swords, Blackjack, Gposing, being the guard dog friend, cooking curry, dusty old tomes, hot chocolate |
💔: Shallowness, Cocky attitudes, Being undermined, Pickles, Hot weather, Thunderstorms, Sand stuck between her toes |