chirurgeon • temple knight
She is not so young. Her hair hides silver in flax, and her stare pinches at its corners. When she laughs, lines peek beneath her cheeks, cradling the sound, melting the flush ice and marble of her skin. Quiet and pretty, she has the kind of face that belongs hanging on some proud family's wall and gleaming of varnish over mineral pigments; that disappears in crowds.
There is something stern about her. Perhaps it's her jaw; how it sets; how her head lifts at the chin. Maybe it's in her brows. They are heavy as blades when they sit over her nose, like she is used to knitting coils in between. She is slight, small, and yet she seems tall, towering, fierce as a standing pike.

home • scholasticate • war
She is lowborn, humble like the rest of the Laurents. Scion to middling merchant porters of the Jeweled Crozier, she hails from cozy roots beneath the High House Durendaire. Her family numbers three: her mother, her father, and her younger brother. All of them are alive and well, faithful to Halone, anxious of the shifting times, and emboldened by Skysteel and ceruleum.

She weaves her magicks as though she sits before a deep old loom. Medicines and spellcraft have been her choice trades from the time her thin fingers could cradle a mortar and crush herbs into pastes and powders. A graduate of the Scholasticate, she is a muted presence in the city and a loud voice in the chaos of triage. Her fingernails know a chirurgeon's rusty stains when gloves soak through, and her neck carries the knots of an impeccable bedside manner. Among the ranks of the Temple Knights Hospitalier, she shuffles and strides a soldier’s step.
scholar • patron
Peace tastes like hidden embers to her. Everything has changed since the end of the Dragonsong War. Those in the upper echelons of nobility, with each passing day, find more red flowing in their veins. The machinists tinker. The Brume Hounds swell.
She finds her solace in library shelves, where battles still echo in whispering thoughts of strange towers, and galleries that speak in silence, paints, and ink.


Perhaps you hear of her; you meet her; you already know her. Long has she called the spiring city home, roaming streets by day and night, setting out with contingents of Temple Knights into the blistering highlands where dragons sleep.

As nations rally across Hydaelyn, she marches under Ishgard's banner for the Grand Company of Eorzea. Halone have mercy, since this past season the moon has looked so alien, bleeding memories and night terrors of horrors and ends.

Cecilia Manon Laurent
16th Sun of the 1st Astral Moon
32 Winters
Midlander Hyur
Female
5 fulms 4 ilmsCoerthas
Ishgard
Temple Knight Hospitalier
Lawful Neutral
Hello! I appreciate you checking out this carrd, and I hope you enjoyed.This character is an exploration of storytelling elements found throughout the setting of the MMORPG, Final Fantasy: XIV.As of Dawntrail 7.4, she exists in the narrative space that is about one (1) patch behind as events unfold in real-time. She is aware of current world events following the happenings in the New World and Alexandria. Moving forward, she will receive knowledge updates through her implicit connections to the Temple Knights of Ishgard and the Grand Company of Eorzea.
Art Citations:
Character Art (x2) by 伊吹五月 / 摸鱼斋 / Ibuki Satsuki / washanapple
Japanese Chrysanthemums by Clara Goodyear
Character Art by 伊吹五月 / 摸鱼斋 / Ibuki Satsuki / washanapple
99 by Norman Rich
(Character Art by 伊吹五月 / 摸鱼斋 / Ibuki Satsuki / washanapple
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