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Race / Ethnie / Sexe

Miqo'te
Tribu de la Lune / ♂

Date de naissance

9e soleil de la 2e lune ombrale

Divinité

Azeyma, la Gardienne

Cité de départ

Ul'dah

Grande compagnie

Les Immortels / Caporal

Compagnie libre

Crystic Fractalia

Caractéristiques

Force195
Dextérité800
Vitalité785
Intelligence186
Esprit177

Attributs offensifs

Critique597
Détermination431
Coups nets667

Attributs défensifs

Défense855
Défense magique855

Attributs physiques

Attaque800
Vivacité540

Attributs magiques

Magie offensive186
Magie curative177
Célérité354

Rôle

Ténacité354
Piété218

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  • PM

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Présentation

Hi. I’m Shalan’a. My mom is Shallan Renaj, the so-called Warrior of Light who saved Eorzea and the rest of the star a few hundred times. I grew up hearing everybody retelling her stories all the time. By the Twelve, it must be nice for everyone to love and praise you constantly.
My dad is Zenos, the Garlean ruler that everyone hates and fears. Everyone except my mom, apparently. Top that off with inheriting the Allagan eye from Uncle Raha, and I wouldn’t call my childhood precisely pleasant.
Sure, all of mom’s closest friends showered me with love, but everyone else? The moment any adult learned I was half-Garlean, they would glare at me like I was some kind of bug. And if they ever learned who my dad really is, they’d usually either run away screaming or try to kill me.
And that had nothing on how the other kids treated me. They’d bully me about my eye, about my dad, about being the son of a hero. Any reason they could find really. So I didn’t really have a lot of friends until adolescence. Then when I finally did start making friends, Mom didn’t approve of them. *sigh* She said she broke Keeper tradition by altering the spelling of my name in order to remind me that I’m my own person rather than either of my parents, but then she tries to hold me to her crazy standards!
Sorry about the rant. We just had a fight, and now it seems like I’m stuck in an endless dream. I seems like I’m reliving her heroic exploits. Maybe this is some kind of Echo vision like she told me about, and like I’ve seen her have in this dream. It sure is surreal...

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