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[attr="class","ayab-text"] From one catastrophe into the next seemed to be Ifalna's fate at present. Even if she had been at her peak health, she would not consider herself a fighter by any means. The term of Garlean meant nothing to her, but she could not help herself from flinching at the term full-blood. How much had she suffered because of her status as the last pureblooded Ancient left? Quickly shaking her head, she maneuvered herself to stand in front of Yugiri as she placed both of her hands upon the shorter woman's shoulders. It was quite obvious this man held the disdain of this young woman before her for very sound reasons. All-the-same, Ifalna could not in good conscience allow a fight to break out when he had healed her and they were in the middle of a city full of innocent people. "I understand, Yugiri. I truly do," she said softly. Her people had suffered without end over the centuries until she had been the only one left and still she suffered because of the selfishness and depravity of others. [break][break]
"Back in my world, I am the last of the pureblooded Ancients--the Cetra as we called ourselves. I was taken and held against my will for years because they wanted to exploit me for my powers. I endured to keep my daughter safe." The words were somewhat rushed and still somewhat breathless as she kept her eyes solely upon Yugiri. The man's words behind her were hardly doing him any favors if he could act so flippantly in the face of another's pain. "Please, stay your anger and recognize where we are. In a city full of innocent people with no knowledge of this history between you both." Smiling gently, she slid her arms back to grasp one of Yugiri's hands with both of her own. It had been so long since she had admitted any of her secrets so easily, but she would do so if it meant staying the younger woman's hand. This Solus seemed disinterested at best with how little regard he gave to Yugiri, which would only serve to incense her further. [break][break]
"Please, Solus, have a care for the pain of someone else. We all have our burdens to carry, but they shouldn't be brushed aside as if they meant nothing," Ifalna chided gently, casting a glance over her shoulder at the man. Her gratitude was still palpable, but she wished to keep this situation as peaceful as possible. From what she could sense of the man, he held quite a vast amount of power at his fingertips and his wielding of magic was quite precise. The ability to manifest and control from one's own body without the aid of materia was something only her people had been capable of doing. Looking back to Yugiri, Ifalna easily slid her arm through the shinobi's to hold close against her body and to lean against the shorter woman with purpose. There was simply very little strength left to her even with the aid of magic and she needed to rest in order to regain her strength to search for Aerith. [break][break]
[attr="class","ayab-text"] Ifalna tried her best not to learn her entire weight upon the shorter woman as her arm was brought around those slim shoulders. It seemed to her that the man before her recognized this woman, or at least of the strange titles and patron she spoke of. Shinobi were not unknown to her entirely as Wutai had been a nation that had employed such forces during the war. Her knowledge went little beyond that, but Ifalna was quite sure this woman did not come from Wutai with such a distinct appearance. No, she was from another world entirely, which was still quite a lot for her to wrap her mind around. Perhaps her horrid condition was a minor blessing as she was not overwhelmed with a sense of culture shock when there were more important matters for her to consider. "Ifalna. My name is Ifalna," she spoke softly. How long had it been since anyone had cared to know her name? [break][break]
Yugiri's kind words did settle her nerves somewhat as the concern shown to her was more than she had received in the last seven years of her life. Only her daughter had ever shown concern for her depleting strength, but that was not something she had ever shown to Aerith purposely. All of her pain and traumas had been hidden behind her tales of adventure and the stories of her people that had been given to her by her own mother. Oh, how that seemed to be an entirely different lifetime the more she allowed herself to linger upon such bittersweet thoughts. Ifalna felt a sudden swirl of energy that was not quite unlike that of the magic she had once been able to wield before being taken to Midgar. There did not seem to be any ill intent with it as she felt the worst frays of her injuries begin to ravel back together. An ease to the ache within her chest as the blood within her throat ebbed away to only remain of the bitter taste upon her tongue. [break][break]
Her limbs still felt heavy and the years of abuse she had suffered would not disappear so suddenly. No, such experiments that had been done to her would not fade completely from her physical body for quite some time, nor did she believe the mental wounds left behind would ever truly leave her. The ease with which she took her next breath had her laughing unexpectedly. When had she last been able to breathe without a cough soon rattling in her lungs and blood upon her lips? When had she last been able to laugh at the simple joy in being able to stand on her own? Ifalna did not chance allowing herself to remove herself from Yugiri entirely, but she had enough strength to turn back and look to the man with a radiant smile and gratitude shining within her green eyes. "Thank you." If she had enough time to heal and rest, then she would be able to look for Aerith within this unknown world. Her daughter had to be here--she knew it within the depths of her soul. [break][break]
"Your control over such a spell is not often seen in my world." An idle observation that sparked an inquisitive expression to cross her features, but Ifalna knew it was not her place to pry. He had done more than she had expected or had a right to. That was more than enough as it gave her the chance to recover in full. [break][break]
[attr="class","ayab-text"] Ifalna barely had the elegance Hojo would compliment her with to remain standing, she continued to do so through sheer strength of will. Her senses were dulled from the pain wracking her body as she fought the urge to simply sink forth into the welcoming darkness that edged at the corner of her eyes. The years of physical abuse her body had gone through were quickly catching up to her the longer she pushed herself forward. The young woman turned her head to the side as a very unfamiliar figure soon appeared by her side as if by divine providence, or perhaps there were those that still cared for the wellbeing of their fellow kind. Lurching forward, Ifalna grasped the arm of the strange-looking woman with one purpose in mind: "H-have you seen a little girl? She has my hair and eyes with a green ribbon in her hair." [break][break]
This woman's concern was touching and brought forth a light of hope within her. Perhaps her daughter had found a kind stranger to look after her as well? Ifalna had to believe that Aerith had been brought here as well or all of the pain she had gone through would mean nothing in the end. If she knew that her little girl was safe, then she could pass out without regret. The blood around her mouth was soon cleaned, but Ifalna could not help the next coughing fit that wracked her body regardless. Blood bubbled again, but she swallowed it back down with a stubborn twist of her lips. Death would not have her until she knew Aerith was safe, or at least had an idea on what she needed to do. [break][break]
Soon enough another deigned to join this odd duo as Ifalna turned her gaze to a rather striking man. Groceries in his hand and looking at them as nonchalantly as if she did not stand at death's door before him. Regardless of his insensitive words, Ifalna felt the need to defend the woman tending to her as best as she could. "I am no one's mark to have anymore. She aided me when most others wouldn't have." Her words were labored and breathless--leaning against this strange woman as her body began to give out on her once more. "Please, I need to find my daughter." Ifalna felt the broken record her words were becoming as desperation flooded her veins and caused her heart to race wearily within her chest. Nothing else mattered--not even herself. [break][break]
[attr="class","ayab-text"] The breath between one moment and the next was enough to change worlds. Perhaps literally in this case as Ifalna opened her eyes and found herself in an entirely unfamiliar surrounding. Her last moment of consciousness had been of stumbling from the train of Sector Five and of seeing her daughter run off in an attempt to find aid. Ifalna felt her heart stutter uncertainly against her breast as she lurched forward--a cry dying and forming on her lips as her body refused to follow her intentions. Her strength had already been drained in her sudden escape from Shinra, and she did not know how much remained left her. The call of the lifestream felt alarmingly absent from her, and she knew at once that she was not in Midgar or upon any surface of Gaia. Even if Midgar she had still managed to hear the wails and cries of the planet as more and more of the lifestream was drained to provide daily comfort for those that did not fully understand the consequences of their ignorant actions. "A-Aerith? Sweetie, where are you?" [break][break]
The hum and buzz of those passersby did little to comfort her--ignored and weakened as she was. Ifalna was desperate in her attempts to will her legs to move, and she made a modicum of progress as she leaned heavily against the brick wall behind her. The moment she was halfway to standing her legs gave out beneath her, and she fell to the ground with a muted cry. Tears burned heavily within her emerald eyes as a new sense of helplessness settled over her. Where was her daughter? Where was she? If only this weakened body of hers would obey her demands to move, but she was helpless as she leaned back against the brick wall. Her fingers curled tightly against the palm of her hand--nails digging into the skin almost hard enough to draw forth blood. [break][break]
Ifalna could do nothing but watch as this new world passed by before her. The citizens ignored her beyond a curious or judging glance thrown her way. How could so many ignore someone in such obvious distress? People who were more concerned with their personal troubles and stresses over the plight of an injured stranger. The young mother could empathize with such a viewpoint, but her understanding would not aid her in finding her daughter and where she was. Again, she drew forth a sheer stubbornness to pull herself back to her feet even as she coughed and blood bubbled against her lips to mar the corner of her mouth and drip down her ivory skin.
Post by Ifalna Faremis on Apr 2, 2024 14:36:25 GMT -6
Ifalna Faremis
"What if we went on an adventure?"
I. BASICS
FULL NAME:: Ifalna Faremis NICKNAMES:: N/A GENDER:: Female AGE:: Twenty-nine ORIENTATION:: Demisexual GAME OF ORIGIN:: Final Fantasy VII ALIGNMENT:: Heroic EQUIPMENT:: White Materia, Cure Materia, Fire Materia, Ice Materia. As a full-blooded Cetra, Ifalna is capable of using magic without the aid of materia.
HEIGHT:: 5ft 6in HAIR/EYES/SKIN:: Brown/Green/Fair DISTINGUISHING MARKS:: Several small incision scars mar her arms and legs from Hojo's cruel experiments on her over the years.
II. PERSONA
Before her years of hardship with Shinra, Ifalna had been a bright and inquisitive young woman from her youth--always asking questions. Perhaps it had been her nature as one of the last living Cetra during her childhood. Her parents always answered her questions about their duties to the planet and what it entailed. It blessed this young woman with the knowledge passed down to their dwindling generations until she was suddenly the only one left with these secrets and the burdens of it. Ifalna felt her duties keenly as the last of her kind, and she did her best to fulfill them from her own little corner of the world.
Beneath the veneer of her heritage still rests that kind and positive woman that attempted to make the most of what she had and to not allow her personal sorrows show outwardly. This trait of hers truly shone after she had been kidnapped along with her daughter by Shinra in their desire to use them both as the last of the Ancients. Ifalna would distract her daughter with fantastical tales of the adventures they could have, or speak to her of the tales her own mother had passed down to herself about the planet and the secrets of the White Materia.
Ifalna became a selfless mother devoted in doing everything she could to spare her daughter the pains of the experimentations she went through. It did not matter to her as long as Aerith remained as safe as possible, and so she always did her best to maintain a happy persona and facing any tribulation thrown at her with a kind smile and kind words. Underneath that kindness remained a stubbornness and determination to save both herself and her daughter--Aerith most of all. Ifalna would always do what she must to protect those precious to her even at the cost of her own health and safety.
III. HISTORY
Born within the relatively quiet area of Icicle Inn, Ifalna was one of the last of the pureblooded Cetra as her kind and dwindled down through the centuries. This new modern world seemingly had no need for the stewards of the planet moving forward, but she grew up with the passed down tales of her people and the secrets that the planet itself still continued to harbor. Her own parents taught her everything they could so she knew about her heritage and what needed to be done should ever the calamity from the skies ever became a threat again. Her parents passed away when Ifalna barely reached her own adulthood, which left her with the White Materia--a sacred piece of her heritage and the key to keeping the planet safe.
The young woman continued on with her life as peacefully as she could--tending to the departed souls that would whisper their thoughts to her and listening to the will of the lifestream that pulsed all around her. When Shinra discovered the knowledge of her identity and that she was the last living Cetra many overtures were made to her to have her come to Midgar. Should she not wish to share her knowledge with those that could benefit from them? Her knowledge of the planet and people would ensure an ease of life for all others that shared their home after all. Ifalna refused each and every time, but she knew they would not extend their patience to her forever.
The former head of Research and Development of Shinra eventually came to her doorstep in search of knowledge and atonement for his part in skewing the truth of the Ancients and for his experiments after finding Jenova. Ifalna did not have the heart to turn someone away who so earnestly wished for forgiveness and the truth of her people. And so Ifalna agreed to share her wisdom and stories with Professor Gast Faremis in the hopes that perhaps it would lead to a greater outcome with time. She explained to him the true nature of Jenova, the Weapons that planet created for self-defense and the capabilities of the Cetra. Over time Ifalna found herself falling in love with Gast and agreed to marry him when he asked.
In a short year, Ifalna gave birth to their daughter whom they named Aerith. It seemed as if she would be able to continue on the traditions and teachings of her people through her daughter and with the love and support of her husband. Happiness had always seemed a fleeting thing for Ifalna, though. Barely a month after Aerith had been born did Shinra arrive upon her doorstep to bring her back within them by force this time. Apparently, they had been waiting for this opportune moment with now two Cetra to have within their custody instead of one. Her husband attempted to intervene, but he was murdered before her eyes as Ifalna was taken along with Aerith back to Midgar with force.
At first, Ifalna and Aerith were treated quite well--almost like guests. Whatever the word they used, she knew they were captives to be used at Shinra's whim. The two were given a comfortable, furnished room and all that entailed were questions into the true nature of the Cetra and about the fabled Promised Land--the true goal of Shinra. Ifalna told them little to the best of her ability, but Shinra's patience with her came to an end when Aerith awakened into her powers as a Cetra. And so Hojo gave her a proposition--allow him his experiments or he would turn to conduct them on Aerith instead.
And so for seven years Ifalna endured in silence as Hojo conducted his experiments without much care to the impact this had on her health. Each and every day she was brought forth from the room she shared with her daughter to endure the needles and more physically harmful experiments in order to keep Aerith safe. Ifalna did her best to keep her mind open for a potential escape route, and one presented itself when she begged a researched named Faz Hicks for painkillers because it had become too much for her to bear. The man soon developed an obsession with her, and Ifalna did not hesitate to use this to her advantage in her desire to escape.
And so a plan was brought forth--Faz would whisk them away in the cover of a monster attack. Ifalna was meant to meet up with him in the Sector 4 Slums, but Ifalna fled even from him with Aerith. Unfortunately, Ifalna's ill health caught up to her was they made it as far as the Sector 5 train station. Closing her eyes as Aerith ran off to find a doctor, Ifalna soon awoke to a strange new world without her daughter and the White Materia still within her possession.
IV. AUTHOR
PLAYER ALIAS:: Mjrn OTHER CHARACTERS:: Cassandra Amell ROLE-PLAYING EXPERIENCE:: Almost twenty years now. HOW YOU FOUND US:: Already a member~! NOTES FOR CONSIDERATION:: N/A ROLE-PLAY SAMPLE:: Each breath felt like a weight beneath her breast. Ifalna could not get enough life within her lungs no matter how deeply she inhaled, nor no matter how desperately she attempted to ignore the call. The lifestream hummed beneath her fingertips as it continued to call her forth. It should have been a welcoming and comforting presence to her even within the confines of this steel city, but she had one purpose left to her within the weakened confines of her body. Every attempt she made to lurch forward was met with weakness as her body began to succumb to the illness that now plagued her. If only she had the strength to summon forth the healing winds of the planet beneath her, but the call was so very weak and so was the physical form that housed her soul. All they kept her still going was the desperation to know that her daughter would be safe and that perhaps Aerith would find the doctor she was seeking.
That hope was a futile one even though she wished with all of her being that this failing body of hers would last just a little longer. How could she fall into the comforting embrace of the planet's call without ensuring her daughter would be cared for? Oh, if only she had been able to do this sooner, or if she had been able to foresee this calamity before it had even occurred. Ifalna had done all she could to shield her daughter from the brunt of Shinra's depravity, but it had not been enough. None of it had ever been enough from the moment she had been captured with her husband murdered in front of her eyes. Her eyelids remained heavy as she wished to continue forth on the adventure she had reassured her daughter with--to a peaceful place where no one would ever find either of them.
Her gaze parted as she gained what remained of her strength to comfort her daughter, "Aerith, mommy has to...return to the planet." The tears that spilled forth from Aerith's eyes wounded her bleeding heart further. Very little strength remained to her as she attempted to cling on to life for as long as she could. The call to simply release her soul from this mortal shell echoed from within her very depth, but she could not yet go while Aerith remained before her uncertain and frightened. Her head shifted at the concerned tone from a kind bystander. A woman with lonely eyes and a kind soul, and so Ifalna lurched forth with her remaining strength to grasp the woman's hand, "Please. Take Aerith somewhere safe!"
A brief breath and a heartbeat as the call overwhelmed her entirely. Her hand slipped back as Ifalna shut her eyes and welcome the embrace of the lifestream calling her forth. Her daughter would be safe--she knew it to her very bones. And so she would always remain with Aerith to give forth comforting murmers and reassurances that all would be well.
