#;vanra

The music in the bar was upbeat, and thankfully she was off shift. Even so, Vanra wasn’t likely to miss a big party on a holiday such as this. She could do for some company.

She was a flurry of swaying hips and spins as she danced, alone, though as she turned, emerald eyes came into contact with another set. Her feet carried her toward them and a coy smile played at her lips.

Notes about Vanra:

She’s a stand-in for Ryce while he’s out in the east during the events of Stormblood.

Trained under Ryce for some time to learn the ways of the Monk.

Has a fairly thick scottish accent.

When she’s not working in place of Ryce, she often does freelance work, and often did escort and bodyguarding jobs. Occasionally does private fitness training and moonlights at the local bar. 

She knows how to make drinks strong enough to knock most hardened men on their asses in five minutes flat.

Often makes a show of mixing drinks too. (Her favorite drink is Dragon’s Breath, in which she uses some alcohol to spray ‘fire’ over a drink when it’s finished) (x)

She’s rather short among other Viera women, but will still kick ass.

Oh if her job wasn’t in such a serious moment.. the idea of mingling with the patrons of the tavern was such a tempting one. Alas, she was here on business. And what better place to get information than the brooding shadow in the corner?

She approached the table with a mug in hand, and a cheery smile as she pulled out a chair. 

“Well, aren’ ya one lonesome lookin’ sod.” She greeted, plopping in the chair across from the Au’Ra. “Hope ye don’ mind a wee bit o’ company this evenin’“

[wall] + [rut] “I’ve wanted to fuck you all night.” Eriis @ Vanra @kitty-highball

groups would gather and go, naturally after downing pint after pint, and there were fresh faces that would begin their adventure, not knowing what was out there and rather than being deterred but eager for the unknown. his journey didn't begin in ul'dah, but he had been called to the money-hungry city many times.

a city that tasted money but also blood.

the sudden welcome broke him out of his reverie, though romeo would shake his head next and smile. it's been a decent amount of time since he'd or someone else in the room had been drugged, yet the few times left a paranoia that wasn't easy to shake off. "i actually meant to catch up with momodi but i'm guessing she's off to take care of an errand at the moment."

assuming she wouldn't take long, romeo took a seat. "have you been here before? i'm fairly certain i've seen you before," he said, attempting to conjure any memory if the two had spoken before, as he makes it a habit these days to known everyone he can.

“Aye, Momodi ‘appens t’ be runnin’ ‘er work. She ‘as a tendency t’ put me ‘n charge o’ th’ rabble in th’ meantime.”

The viera woman grins, and gives a flourishing bow to the newcomer, giving the air of confidence as she does so. 

It was the battlefield that Vanra felt the most alive.

While she was no Warrior of Light, Vanra felt her job was no less important: Protect the weak and innocent, defend the defenseless. Even so, she absolutely couldn’t help the desire to show off.. just a little.

It just so happened that she’d spotted another figure - another Viera, a healer, rushing to the aid of the wounded. Even through the smoke of the Empire’s onslaught, ever-determined, teetering on the line between brave and reckless.

She could get behind that. The two figures clad in Empire uniform on the other hand, were not so inclined, as they pulled their weapons and rushed toward the healer-

It was now that Vanra had leapt over a pile of magitek rubble, shouting to earn their attention. In short, the fight was.. well, short. One man suffered broken ribs and went down quickly. The other earned an uppercut hard enough to knock his helmet several yalms away. Finally, Vanra addressed the other woman through a thick accent and a serious tone as she held the barely-conscious man’s arm up-

“Ye migh’ wan’te hurry it up there, Princess. Cannae promise ah can hold th’m off f’rever.”

"Yer lucky y'didn't lose any fingers 'r toes." Porrima grumbles as he treats the other. ;; nomadiisms, to anyone you want :3c

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“Ach, ye go’ me there.. Should’e been more mindful o’ e’rythin’.” Vanra sighed, allowing the smaller Viera to examine her mildly frost-bitten fingers. They had been wrapped in bandages which was.. probably her only saving grace, if one thought about it well enough.