30 Days of ARPil

Day 1 of 30 Days of ARPil: Brief Introductions

In this month long series, I wanted to introduce readers old and new a little more into the life of Pizzamaid.moe’s Muse and Mascot, Alisha Rue. I encourage any folks from all walks of life and games to join me if you’re looking for a creative outlet into writing, and developing your OC a little more, regardless of game or genre. Be sure to hashtag your posts on your respected site / blog / Tumblr / Twitter with #30DaysofARPil and let me know here in the comments below or on Twitter at @Pizzamaid

Also know that the questions compiled for this series was originally posted by Oslusiadas of Tumblr. I’d like to properly credit them for posting this. 🙂 

Question 1: Describe your character’s relationship with their mother or their father, or both. Was it good? Bad? Were they spoiled rotten, ignored? Do they still get along now, or no? 

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Oh my family…. it’s long winded, but I suppose you have the time to read and reflect yes?

The Rue Clan in a nutshell is… unorthodox at best. Yet? Despite all things we love and care for one another.

My father, J’ohban, was a strong Miqo’te with a soft interior, and on the outside a very rugged appearance. As he was a pugilist originally hailing from the desert he excelled at hand-to-hand combat. He was nearly invincible in his lightning fast reflexes and hard hitting moves—- until he met my mother, C’hobhas. The minute he laid eyes on her, she not only conjured the elements as a means to heal, but also conjured a home in his heart. It was only a matter of time before her beauty knocked him straight on his arse! HAH.

Fast forward a few umbral eras and the clan extended to three young ones. Really though the most important one is their youngest A’lisha though…. I KID I KID! 🙂

Truly though my relationship with my parents was/is amazing. My father really built up his kits to be strong steadfast warriors in our hearts while our mother instilled wisdom and intelligence in our minds. We never lived a life of wealth and riches that you would see in some parts of Eorzea. But? As a unit my parents always managed to give us the things they never had and provided us with a roof over our heads, clothes on our backs, food on the table, continuous education, and above all else? Love. Love was the foundation that built our clan’s fortress. Sadly one of those pillars fell…

I was a young kit when my father fell ill to sickness. He knew he was sick for some time, but never wanted to show the pain that he was inflicted with. He always taught us that the things that hurt us should never define us or our character. Secretly my mother knew of his ailment and did her best to do what she could to both help him, and keep her kits happy. In the suns leading up to his passing, he sat us all down and told us the truth. He felt it was his obligation to let us know that once and for all the mighty J’ohban Rue may lose this final battle, but he intended not to do so without a fight. He gave us explicit instructions on what was to happen when his time came, and what we were to do in the aftermath. My mother in her infinite wisdom and composure showed no signs of weakness, although we all knew her heart was breaking and soon she would have to bid farewell to her only love.

The time came and like that I was going to bid my father one last farewell. He pulled me in close to his face and whispered something quietly into my ears. What he had said resonated in me and through me, and to this day I’ve never told a living breathing soul what was exchanged between us.

The words he spoke to me though; I carry them as my sword and my shield to fight each day and reign victorious over the last. They’re a mantra I choose to live by and during the times when I’m down on the ground and I need to pick myself back up? I think of his words, and press on.

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