Personality: Era's most defining trait is being heroic and helpful to a fault. She will go out of her way to do even the most mundane of favours for pretty much anyone she meets who asks something of her despite her rank and reputation, whether it be killing monsters, gathering herbs, delivering messages, or doing someone's job for them. She is strong and independent and confident in her skills. She has slain Primal gods, ended the Dragonsong War, and destroyed Ascians. Her power has never gone to her head; despite her talent for magic - healing arts in particular - she has still lost beloved friends and continues to mourn them while pushing forward.
She knows full well she's lacking when it comes to discourse and politics, preferring to rely on her young companion Alphinaud's skill instead. Despite (or perhaps because of) her preference for not speaking more than necessary she managed to befriend the Beast Tribes of Eorzea. They are treated as less than human - menaces in need of culling - and Era does not tolerate such blatant generalization. She will not blame the many for the actions of the few.
While she has no memory of a family she has made her own from her trusted comrades, and Era will prioritize them above all else. She makes comrades quickly, though she is not quick to trust explicitly until given reason. She is polite and friendly, though doesn't suffer rudeness. She has a good amount of sass and a dry sense of humour that occasionally runs dark given her lifestyle of near constant combat. She has a notoriously calm disposition, though she is quite good at masking any internal distress and also known to let her temper flare at times.
Generally she is quite merciful and prefers incapacitating to killing, but she will and has made exceptions to this, like when it comes to avenging her loved ones. As much as she has a talent and preference for healing magic she also has a talent for destructive magic and will make full use of it when need be.
She is curious and eager to learn about most anything, but particularly about anything pertaining to magic. Discussion of knowledge (especially magic) is one of the few things that will cause her to speak aloud more than a sentence or two at a time.
Era is comfortable with her body despite her small stature, and she is proud of both her horns and Auri heritage. However, when she first awoke she soon learned that she was one of only very few Au Ra in Eorzea. She dealt with unwanted stares of all sorts, occasionally making her feel more like a beast than a woman, to the extent that she kept her Auri traits hidden in hoods and skirts for her first short while in Eorzea. Once more Au Ra became arriving she slowly became comfortable showing off her horns, scales, and tail again, though still tends to keep more skin covered up than not around strangers. When with trusted companions she is perfectly fine with them seeing her in her undergarments, unashamed of her heritage and comfortable in her skin.
Being as busy as she is, Era doesn't bother with romantic entanglements. Nor is she interested in them - though it could be said that her disinterest stems from having no understanding of romance herself. She finds people of all genders and races aesthetically appealing, and feels quite lucky that all of her most trusted companions are unfairly pretty. She herself is often found to change her hair or makeup, and always has a variety of outfits on her person so she can change her glamour on every whim.
Her biggest desire is to see everyone she cares for happy and at peace, and she is willing to do almost anything to make that happen. Era has dedicated her life to fighting for the Light and knows she belongs first to Eorzea and last to herself.
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Canon personality references:
"[...] As for the Warrior of Light..."
Swallowing her cookie, Alisaie picked up where Y'shtola had trailed off, a hint of displeasure in her voice. "Oh, she's doubtless engaged in some heroic endeavor or other. She knows the time and place, though, and gave me no reason to believe she wouldn't come."
Lyse's smile was half amusement, half resignation. "The more things change, eh? She never could stay still for long."
Taking this as an invitation, Alisaie gave vent to her frustration. "Isn't that the truth! If she's not cheating death with her fellow adventurers, you can be sure she's off helping the beast tribes, or collecting tomestones, or regaling the children of Idyllshire with the tales of her exploits, or delivering something to someone. Honestly, I don't think she sleeps."
Though the whole of Eorzea looked to the adventurer as a hero, to Lord Haurchefant the great Warrior of Light was above all else a friend. And the feeling was plainly mutual. Kindred spirits. Like the Warrior of Light, the knight lived to serve. To protect. To sacrifice. For there is no greater calling.
And so I told him of the woman who had unexpectedly come into our lives─a bright, shining paragon of virtue, whose very presence drove others to be better than themselves. I told him that this woman, this cherished friend of mine, was a hero, lies and slander be damned, and that as her friend, it was only right that I help her.
[...]
Thanks to you─and indirectly my father─I have come to appreciate my visits to the manor all the more. You are rarely there, of course, given your propensity for disappearing off on grand adventures, but I forgive you on the grounds that most are undertaken on our behalf! Truly, your famously calm disposition notwithstanding, I suspect, given the right encouragement, you would have some decidedly colorful observations to share."
- excerpts from an unsent letter Haurchefant Greystone wrote to the Warrior of Light. (x)
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The Warrior of Light knelt before the memorial, motionless. Even at a distance, the manservant could make out her face, a mask betraying nothing... And then, with soldierly abruptness, she rose to her feet, a curious smile spreading across her face.
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She knows full well she's lacking when it comes to discourse and politics, preferring to rely on her young companion Alphinaud's skill instead. Despite (or perhaps because of) her preference for not speaking more than necessary she managed to befriend the Beast Tribes of Eorzea. They are treated as less than human - menaces in need of culling - and Era does not tolerate such blatant generalization. She will not blame the many for the actions of the few.
While she has no memory of a family she has made her own from her trusted comrades, and Era will prioritize them above all else. She makes comrades quickly, though she is not quick to trust explicitly until given reason. She is polite and friendly, though doesn't suffer rudeness. She has a good amount of sass and a dry sense of humour that occasionally runs dark given her lifestyle of near constant combat. She has a notoriously calm disposition, though she is quite good at masking any internal distress and also known to let her temper flare at times.
Generally she is quite merciful and prefers incapacitating to killing, but she will and has made exceptions to this, like when it comes to avenging her loved ones. As much as she has a talent and preference for healing magic she also has a talent for destructive magic and will make full use of it when need be.
She is curious and eager to learn about most anything, but particularly about anything pertaining to magic. Discussion of knowledge (especially magic) is one of the few things that will cause her to speak aloud more than a sentence or two at a time.
Era is comfortable with her body despite her small stature, and she is proud of both her horns and Auri heritage. However, when she first awoke she soon learned that she was one of only very few Au Ra in Eorzea. She dealt with unwanted stares of all sorts, occasionally making her feel more like a beast than a woman, to the extent that she kept her Auri traits hidden in hoods and skirts for her first short while in Eorzea. Once more Au Ra became arriving she slowly became comfortable showing off her horns, scales, and tail again, though still tends to keep more skin covered up than not around strangers. When with trusted companions she is perfectly fine with them seeing her in her undergarments, unashamed of her heritage and comfortable in her skin.
Being as busy as she is, Era doesn't bother with romantic entanglements. Nor is she interested in them - though it could be said that her disinterest stems from having no understanding of romance herself. She finds people of all genders and races aesthetically appealing, and feels quite lucky that all of her most trusted companions are unfairly pretty. She herself is often found to change her hair or makeup, and always has a variety of outfits on her person so she can change her glamour on every whim.
Her biggest desire is to see everyone she cares for happy and at peace, and she is willing to do almost anything to make that happen. Era has dedicated her life to fighting for the Light and knows she belongs first to Eorzea and last to herself.
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Canon personality references:
"[...] As for the Warrior of Light..."
Swallowing her cookie, Alisaie picked up where Y'shtola had trailed off, a hint of displeasure in her voice. "Oh, she's doubtless engaged in some heroic endeavor or other. She knows the time and place, though, and gave me no reason to believe she wouldn't come."
Lyse's smile was half amusement, half resignation. "The more things change, eh? She never could stay still for long."
Taking this as an invitation, Alisaie gave vent to her frustration. "Isn't that the truth! If she's not cheating death with her fellow adventurers, you can be sure she's off helping the beast tribes, or collecting tomestones, or regaling the children of Idyllshire with the tales of her exploits, or delivering something to someone. Honestly, I don't think she sleeps."
- excerpt from A Calm After the Storm
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Though the whole of Eorzea looked to the adventurer as a hero, to Lord Haurchefant the great Warrior of Light was above all else a friend. And the feeling was plainly mutual. Kindred spirits. Like the Warrior of Light, the knight lived to serve. To protect. To sacrifice. For there is no greater calling.
- excerpt from Words, Deeds, Beliefs.
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"[...]
And so I told him of the woman who had unexpectedly come into our lives─a bright, shining paragon of virtue, whose very presence drove others to be better than themselves. I told him that this woman, this cherished friend of mine, was a hero, lies and slander be damned, and that as her friend, it was only right that I help her.
[...]
Thanks to you─and indirectly my father─I have come to appreciate my visits to the manor all the more. You are rarely there, of course, given your propensity for disappearing off on grand adventures, but I forgive you on the grounds that most are undertaken on our behalf! Truly, your famously calm disposition notwithstanding, I suspect, given the right encouragement, you would have some decidedly colorful observations to share."
- excerpts from an unsent letter Haurchefant Greystone wrote to the Warrior of Light. (x)
☘
The Warrior of Light knelt before the memorial, motionless. Even at a distance, the manservant could make out her face, a mask betraying nothing... And then, with soldierly abruptness, she rose to her feet, a curious smile spreading across her face.
- excerpt from Thoughts Unspoken