I have finally fleshed out a little bit of a description for Adara for my pinned message! It's obviously still a work in progress, but it's better than having nothing at all right?

Character Bio and LFRP (Hiatus)

Name: Adara Luminaria (Took on a different last name when she left the clan) Nickname(s): None yet Age: 25+ Gender: Female Sexual Orientation: Pansexual Race: Xaela Au'ra Relationship Status: Single Height: 146cm Jobs: Dancer, Black Mage, Viper

After Adara left her home and set out on the long trek that landed her in Ul’dah, she became painfully aware that her appearance made her stand out like a sore thumb. This spurred her to take action in a bid to fit in a little in ways she could.

Shedding her lavender coat that identified her belonging to a now absorbed tribe, she took on a more darker approach. She showed her legs or wore outfits that allowed more freedom of movement. Her long, rusty red hair became shortened and colored dark. The color had been too much of an attention grabber when paired with dark clothing and scales. She became what some might call a depressing sight.

This carried on for a very long time. Even as her hair grew longer, it maintained the dark coloring. It became her shield as much as her magic did.

How does Adara make a living now? Does she wish to find new work or try new things?

Does she have a favorite food? Perhaps a sweet tooth?

Does she know how to swim?

*claps hands excitedly* Thank you for more questions!

Adara looks sheepish, tucking her head down into her shoulders and picking at the skin next to one of her nails. "For as long as I can remember I have made it by just living day to day. I like weaving, painting or drawing, and dancing when I have to. I would like to learn how to craft jewelry though. Gems and such are nice to look at and I like collecting random ones as I travel."

She sits on the next questions about food for a few long moments before opening her mouth to speak, "Food is one of those essential things that sometimes I have trouble with. Some days it is scarce and others it's too much for me to look at." She swallows thickly and seems to shake off whatever thoughts she was having as she continues, "I do enjoy fish of differing varieties. Some days that's all I do is fish when I can't find work. I would like to try different foods though if I ever had the chance. I think the sweetest thing I've tried is a small chocolate that someone was handing out at this past holiday. It melted in my mouth and I remember being happy the rest of the day just tasting it."

Where is Adara’s favorite place to be in the world? Her favorite city state?

Has she ever been a situation where she had to fight for her or someone else’s life?

What times of the day is she most active?

Thank you for asking and I appreciate the love and distraction <3 I hope you don't mind if I answer this kinda IC since it seems kinda fun.

Adara perks up slightly, her eyes widening a small amount as her tail wavers in the air behind her. A thoughtful look passes over her pale face as she tries to formulate a response to the questions presented to her.

"My favorite place in the world is probably somewhere warm like Ul'dah or the beach in Limsa. That way I don't have to worry about freezing much. Though Tural is growing on me." She tapped a clawed finger to her lips for a moment as she continued, "My favorite city state is Ul'dah. People interest me even though I don't like when they get too close. It's good for people watching."

A somber look passes over her features as she turns her eyes to her fiddling fingers in her lap, "I've had to fight for my life and others often. Not really anymore due to leaving the Steppe though. Something I think I've become grateful for. The change of pace I mean."

The sound of the thread pulling through the fabric repeatedly was finally managing to relax her. Adara’s teeth unclenched slowly to the point of them no longer threatening to crack under the pressure. Her long, scaly tail that had been thumping against the rug below her was calming to a dull sweep at the tip. Her shoulders were lowering from the underside of her horns that curled out from her head.

The wind blew at the sides of her hastily made tent, the heavy fabric fluttering but staying still. A testament to the many times she had put together the worn thing in her lifetime. Fond memories of the sounds her family made as they moved about the small space filled her mind’s eye while her own eyes caught the landscape that peeked out through the front opening as it opened and closed in the gales.

They had always known how to make her smile. They had always known what to say when she needed it. Hands at the ready to smooth hair or arms there to engulf her in a much needed hug. Now she could barely remember what it felt like to smile genuinely.

Her family had passed on into the aetherial sea long ago. Her parents went first during a fight of the tribes. Her older sister in a freak stampede on the way home from the market. The years since their passing seem to blur together as she raced from one catastrophe to the next and now she was feeling it catch up to her.

The lull in activity and the need for her to be present had given her too much free time. Idle hands made for a busy mind and she was failing miserably to keep her thoughts from wandering to dark places. The isolation was something she kept hidden from those around her and definitely kept locked up tight when faced with clients.

A tear slipped down her cheek as she blinked back into awareness at the pain in her finger. The needle had pierced her skin. The pain itself was minor and barely a blip on her radar but it had startled her enough to pull her from the black miasma creeping in.

She picked up the fabric in her lap once more, smoothing it and thanking that the needle had lacked depth to draw blood. The deep blue velvet of the dress was a commission for someone wealthy needing an outfit for a banquet or something. The au’ra had failed to pick up on all the details the client spouted at her after she got the measurements and facts of what needed to be made