30 Days of ARPil

Day 3 of 30 Days of ARPil: Beauty is Only Skin Deep

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 2: Name one scar your character has, and tell us where it came from. If they don’t have any, is there a reason?

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It’s not a very noticeable scar, but I have a very very old scar on the side of my right leg (easily concealed by my fur) that I received on my first trip to Coerthas.

When I was a young kit, my mother surprised me with a trip to Coerthas to visit the Observatorium of Aetherial and Astrological Phenomena. I was VERY excited as I’ve always been a fan of astrology and the stars from my mother’s teachings and education. I always wanted to understand the constellations a bit more and find an opportunity to see the stars up close with the magical eye tubes on the top of the towers.

Upon our arrival I can’t say we were greeted with a warm reception. There were many tall, pointy eared individuals standing around and moving about the city, but their ears? They weren’t pointed up like ours. Plus they had no tails. It was a sight to behold because it was one of my earliest recollections of seeing others who were far different than me, and as early as I can recall they were not the friendliest towards our kind. Many were quick to mutter comments under their breath, or eye my mother up and down like she was a nobody. That didn’t stop my Mother though; with her infinite wisdom came infinite grace and composure. She held my hand firmly and calmly walked me in to the Observatorium inquiring whether we would be given the chance to read their books inside and see the stars on the top of the tower.

After speaking with many folks and politely asking for just a few minutes inside, a gray skinned pointy eared man took my mother at the top of her shoulders and angrily escorted us out. Being urged back outside in the frigid cold I recall being mad. REALLY MAD. Hot tears were welling up in my eyes and I felt them run down my face without permission. I wanted to storm back inside and give that coarse man a piece of my mind. My mother took my hands and kneeled down so that I could see her face up close. She told me “Ali my love… despite what you’ve witnessed here today, please don’t let your anger hold judgment upon those who are not like us. Everyone in Eorzea is different with their customs, traditions, and perceptions of others. Always remember from this moment until the day you pass, you are to treat others the way you wish to be treated. Do you understand?” I silently nodded. How a woman could carry such patience amongst prejudice baffled me even then.

She quietly stood back up and we walked away from the Observatorium. She then took me into a slightly wooded area where there was a frozen body of water. Wrapping me tightly in my cloak, she took my hand and taught me how to glide across the frozen water. It was extremely slippery and I found it very hard to maintain my balance at first, but with time and effort we made the best of a bad day and glided across the ice like floating angels across the water. I found myself wanting to go faster and faster and regardless of my mother’s reservations clouded by my laughter and smiles she told me I could try, just once. So there I went zooming across the frozen ice when I lost my balance, fell flat on my behind and slid across the water into a fallen tree and its branches.

Immediately worried my Mother ran to my side to see if I was okay, and while I procured no serious injuries or trauma, I did get a pretty fierce slash across my leg. Without hesitation my mother clasped her hands over the bloody slit across my leg, closed her eyes, and whispered a healing incantation. I could instantly feel a soothing numbness over the pain, and in minutes all the pain was gone. She removed her hands from the area where we could see no more blood, but a slight scar had remained from where the injury previously was.

I looked up at her in surprise and she smiled warmly down on me saying, “Sometimes, scars remain to remind us of important lessons and serve as a memory that we can hold in our hearts forever.” It was then I understood, and even today that scar is a long standing memory for many reasons with me and my mother.

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3 thoughts on “Day 3 of 30 Days of ARPil: Beauty is Only Skin Deep

    1. Awwww I’m glad you enjoyed it! I try making parallels from Rue to real life experiences I’ve encountered so falling short of being criticized by Elezen and my Mom being a WHM? This actually happened 😊

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