#Elisa Garlean technology

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Made with Love

Finally finding a moment to work alone and uninterrupted in her shop, she’d drop her tool-belt on her desk and pop open her orange soda.  “Okay.  So something that shows ‘im he’s important to me.  Emperor’s know my words suck so hopefully my engineerin’ can counter some of that.”  Pulling down an old worn journal from her bookshelf, she’d find the original plans for her wristpad.  The one she used to operate almost all her personal tech, toys and machinery.  It was even the key to her place.

Carefully, she’d detail the blueprints and calculations once again.  Comparing them both, her finger and eyes trailing each like to make sure they were perfectly symmetrical she’d start to tuck the journal away and then flush a soft shy smile. “No Eli.  Give him the original you can have the copy.”  Tearing the page out of her childhood journal, she’d set the carefully made but obviously done by younger hands blue print aside, tucking the copy in it’s place.  

It wouldn’t take her long to fasten and form a strap. She made sure it was quality leather...leather that she had secretly cured and worn for him in a way he’d recently showed her for a different project.  Knowing the scent alone would comfort him.  The circuitry she already had made waiting between parts deliveries helping him with his own work.  It was easy to cover up her soldering work when she was building him construction bots to ease with some of the heavy labor anyway.  

Laying out the circuit panel, she’d attach the wiring with a careful precise hand.  Looking down at her own wrist pad, “Oh Emperor’s! I’m running out of daylight!”  Slamming back the rest of her soda with a satisfied ‘ahhh’, wiping her mouth with the back of her work gloves, she’d get back to work, nimbly fixating the solar power converter so that just a few moments of sun could give it days of running power.  

Running down the stairs from her shop, panting for breath when she got outside, the sun low in the sky this would be a test for sure.  She’d wait holding it up facing the sun, trying to feed off the even the extra glint from the water as it got lower in the sky over the sea.  In the pink-purple of twilight, she’d press the switch, her breath catching, waiting to hear the beeps that it was working.  Sighing and grinning bright as the garlean tech screen came to blinking life, she’d run back up to her shop with new purpose.  

Now all that was left was to put it in it’s waterproof and sun glare reducing casing and firmly attach it to it’s leather strap.  She was done.  Another homework assignment of sorts completed for him.  And yet, she wanted it to be more...special.  Sure, she hoped he’d be happy.  From this wrist pad that matched hers he could operate all her toys and any new robots or tech she made for him could be run from it,

But it was her welcoming him in too.  A key to her home. A piece of her mind.  Sharing her technology she’d never really shared with anyone.  And she knew he liked to take things apart to figure out how they worked, so she made sure to have the original blueprints for him too.  So he could see, and learn and read them and know how it worked without needing to pull it apart.  Still giggling she’d write in her careful tight letters,on the bottom of the blueprint. It’s okay if you need to take it apart to see it. Love, Eli. 

Still, it wasn’t enough to her.  And besides, just handing him a bracelet and an old piece of torn journal paper, no matter what they led to seemed not very...romantic.  So after grabbing another soda and sipping it, testing the wrist pad for a solid bell and thinking how to make it even more special she’d gasp and bolt up, rummaging around her shop looking for old clockworks.  Grabbing a pretty worn box from the shelf in her sitting room she always liked. 

“Make him a puzzle box.  Tuck these both inside and give him clues to the gears.  If he lines up the gears with the correct numbers to answer it, it’ll unlock and he has his present.  Oh!  And I’ll make it so he can tinker with it and reset the locks so he can really use it to store somethin’.”  Again she’d be bent over her desk, working careful and precise most of the night, until a beautiful pattern of cogs and woodwork remained.  She thought it looked a perfect mix of Yiza.  The wood and natural materials of his shipwright and heritage and instincts.  But the well worked and precision and cool of the metal gears intertwined reminded her of his interests in learning and being reliable and forward and steady and always working, much like his mind.

Turning to her doll sitting as if observing the whole time, she’d giggle and ask, “Okay so I think I five questions to open the top.  And then, another surprise one for inside.  Any thoughts Dollie?”  Waiting for her to answer, she’d glower at her, “Well you ain’t no help now are you?”  

Glancing up at the shelf above her desk she’d gasp, “Oh!  That’d work!  Okay the first gear is set to four.  The number of Starlight light strands he gave me when he realized I wanted ‘em.  Oh and next can be... first column how many flowers he’s given me, which is one and then the second column can be how many letters spell the flower type. C-H-E-R-R-Y....so six.  So second gear needs to be set to sixteen.  Okay this isn’t so hard.  What else...”

She’d have to shake her head at some impossible to gear answers, like how many times he crossed her mind, or made her want to swat him with her tail and growl, but it wasn’t long until she had each of them plotted out.  Testing the top, she’d mutter under her breath. “Four, sixteen, twenty seven, two, four.  Lights, the flower, times until I said yes, engines, and how I feel about ‘im. Just gotta write those questions down for him.”

“Now for the inside gears....”  Working the last set carefully, these were letters, and when the letters spelled, “H-E-L-I-X”  the bottom most compartment would open.  It was there, she tucked in the blueprint.  In the box it’self, she’d place the wrist panel before sealing it up and letting it rest on top of her desk. 

Only a few hours remaining now before the sun would shine through her small bedroom window, she’d turn down the lights to her shop, the strand of Starlight lights growing brighter in the dark and causing her to smile warmly at them. Tugging at her work clothes, she’d leave a trail of them across her apartment on her way to her bed, crashing out almost as soon as she fell down in a plop upon it. Only waking with a groan when her maid bot beeped and poked at her, in it’s angry robotic way that it’s task to make her bed was being blocked by her sleeping body.  

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Looking for RP Contacts

NAMES:  U’yiza Nuhn and Elisa Financier

AGE: Yiza =23 Elisa =19

RACE: Yiz= Seeker Male  Elisa =Raen Female (Garlean Raised)

MARITAL STATUS: Partnered, semi-open

SERVER: Balmung

DISTINGUISHING MARKS: U’Yiza - Blind in one eye with a large gashed scar cutting through it.  Various work related scars and burns.  

COMMON ACCESSORIES: Both. Wrist pads that control various tech creations. Toolbelts and maybe a pistol.  Elisa also wears a choker made special for her.  And she carries her beloved ‘Dollie’ everywhere.  

PROFESSION: U’Yiza: Shipwright/Tinkerer  Elisa:Engineer/Inventor.  

HOBBIES:Building new machines and technology.  Exploring.  Ships and Sailing. 

LANGUAGES: Common.  U’Yiza also speaks some Xaelic though he does not know why.  

RESIDENCE: Death’s Door (Her ship) or In their Shops 

possible hooks –––-

Sea Exploration/Shipbuilding - U’Yiza is a skilled Shipwright and Elisa is a talented engineer.  Together they can customize or outfit almost anything for someone’s vessel.  They also have their own vessels they can send or be hired to take on exploratory expeditions.  

Seekers Needing a Nuhn/Tribe- U’Yiza dreams of building his own tribe that is less strict and more open.  Also, he’s well aware of his duty as a dominant male of his people.  Elisa is less aware of all this, but trying to understand and learn.  

Garleans- Elisa is an escaped ‘daughter’ of a top garlean Engineer.   While she is well trained in Garlean tech.  She is wary of those hailing from her homeland worried they might try to take her back.  But she also is fascinated by the machinery of the land as is Yiza and would love working with others that are expatriated or sympathetic to her plight.  

Technology/Research/Machinery- Anything that can be built or done with gears, metal, circuits and cereleum is right up their ally.  Either something they design and build for a client, or sharing information and plans with like-minded individuals.  

What we are looking for:

-More roleplay contacts for these characters in general.  While of course we welcome people to rp with both of us at the same time, we understand not every meeting or scene or even roleplay plot would require us both.  And that is fine too.  The main goal is to give these characters we like a more vibrant world and more friends to create that world with.  

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Character Profile – Elisa Financier

Basics

FULL NAME: Elisa Nan Bantius COMMON NAME: Elisa Financier NICKNAME(S)/ALIAS(ES): Lovely Fleshling, Little Tinker, Shiny Scales, Little Flower

AGE: 19 BIRTHDAY: 18th Sun of the 1st Umbral Moon APPEARS HOW OLD: 19

RACE: AuRa Raen NATIONALITY: Garlean

GENDER: Female SEXUALITY: Straight RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Single-Not Looking

Physical

HAIR: Medium Purple with Lavender highlights EYES: Pink with Lavender Limnal Rings

SKIN: Smoky Grey with shimmering pearl scales marking her body.  HEIGHT:  5.2 Fulms

BUILD: Petite and soft. Youthful.  Not very muscular.   

DISTINGUISHING MARKS: Cerelum burns and scars cover her hands and arms. Her back has signs of being beat with chains and whips, knife scars including one to her torso as well.

COMMON ACCESSORIES / APPAREL: She carries a lot of tools and tech.  So outfits with lots of pockets and belts to keep everything she needs close at hand. Often in leather.  She also tries to keep the worst of her burns and scars covered to not draw eyes or unneeded comments or attention.  

Personal

PROFESSION: Inventor, specializing in Garlean technology.  Main Technician for Silverbrand HOBBIES: Reading, tinkering, building new ‘toys’.   TRAINING: Her father was one of the main genius inventors for the Garlean Army.  She studied under him as an ‘apprentice (really was his slave)

ALLEGIANCE(S): Sol. Silverbrand Goldbrand. RANK(S): Non AFFILIATION(S): Silverbrand, Goldbrand

LANGUAGE(S): Garlean, learning Eorzean. Can speak Hingan and Xaelic in choppy sentences.  Just enough to get by working in a store.   SOCIAL STATUS: A nobody FINANCIAL STATUS: Dirt poor. Everything she has is due to the kindness of Sol Akagane. After she fled her father’s shop and lab.

CRIMINAL STATUS: On no wanted lists.  

EDUCATIONAL STATUS: Spent all of her 19 years being groomed to be a top inventor and developer of Garlean War Machines and technology.  Highly, self and practical educated.  No formal tutoring as her father never left her leave the shop where they worked.  

TITLE(S): Inventor. Technician

RESIDENCE: Small apartment/workshop located in the Mists Sol graciously gave her. BIRTHPLACE: Unknown, assumed in Garlean Territory somewhere.

RELIGION: none other than social conventions/respect PATRON DEITY: None SPIRITUAL BELIEFS: Never gave it thought.

Relationships

SPOUSE(S): N/A PARTNER(S): N/A CHILDREN: N/A.

PARENTS:  Father: Cato Nan Bantius (deceased), Mother unknown SIBLINGS: Unknown. OTHER RELATIVES: Unknown

ENEMIES/RIVALS: Rival pirate crews to Sol.  

BEST FRIENDS: Dollie, Sol Akagane

PETS: Her Toys.

Attributes

STRENGTH: Weak, below average. She is a scholar/inventor not a fighter.  AGILITY: Flexible, and quick. High startle response  WILLPOWER: High, survivalist.  INTELLECT: Impressively high.    WISDOM: She is smart, but naïve and young and lived a cloistered life.  So wisdom hasn’t had a fertile bed to grow in yet. CHARISMA: Shy, skittish.  She avoids most unneeded conversation with most people.  

COMBAT SKILL: She has no combat skill or training.  No skill with weaponry.  Her only hope is her intellect and inventions And protection from Allies.

ARTISTIC SKILL: Blueprints, sewing, soldering    TECHNICAL SKILL: Top notch.    MAGICAL SKILL:  None/no awareness of having it.

—— HABITS —— • Picking at her tail • Shrinking back • Clutching Dollie 

—— FEARS —— • More or less everything

Favorites

COLOR: Pink, Green, Purple, White SMELL: Machine Oil, Lavender, Cigars FOOD: Oranges, Ice cream DRINK: Orange Soda, Grape Soda ALCOHOLIC BEVERAGE: Rum isn’t horrible. She hasn’t tried anything else.

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