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Oleane Juivont - Single-minded lady in waiting
Name: Oleane Juivont, ward of the Voss estate
Race: Elezen (Duskwight)
Intro/overview:
"For my lady, there is nothing I would not do…"
= A lady-in-waiting to a family with deep roots in Old Sharlayan, Oleane Juivont has travelled to the far shores of Eorzea to find the trail of her wayward charge. Calm, intellectual but driven like woman possessed, Oleane is always at your service. =
Job: The world's most singularly driven (and dangerous) lady-in-waiting
Personality:
- Unflappably calm and collected, possessing meticulous presentation and intellect, and all with a soft tone and careful way of thinking, Oleane could be used as the picture of the perfect lady-in-waiting. Indeed, her years of vassalage to the noble house she is technically a ward of has made her someone more comfortable out of the limelight, and happy to support and defer to others. She prefers to avoid conflict whenever she can, though when push comes to shove, she can be surprisingly wilful. Likewise, when presented with an obstacle that impedes her or someone she is supporting, Oleane will tackle the problem with a focus and determination of a soul on a warpath. All of these traits are amplified by several folds when the subject matter drifts towards her charge, to whom Oleane shows complete and utter devotion.
Family:
- Orignal Duskwight parents (Currently missing and presumed dead; left behind during the Sharlayan exodus from the Dravanian colony. Oleane has long since accepted that they're lost to her, though an ache remains.)
- Erica Voss (Oleane's charge and oldest friend both, though the Elezen still acts fairly formally towards the girl. While their relationship somewhat 'complex,' Oleane's loyalty to Erica is absolute, and there is nothing she wouldn't do for the Voss scion.)
- The Voss matriarch and patriarch (Oleane is in one essence their ward, and she hold great respect for them. Does not relate to them much on a personal level due to maintaining a kind of 'professional distance.')
Affiliations:
- Lady-in-waiting to the Voss Family Estate (A minor but preserving family in Sharlayan; renowned for its habit of sponsoring the training and management of a fair number of Gleaners, making them nominally more connected to the world outside of Sharlayan. Not poor by any stretch, but their minor position in Sharlayan hierarchy make them a somewhat understated group.)
Background:
RP Hooks:
- Her endless quest to find her charge means she can pretty easily slot into any endeavour that entails journeying across the wide expanses of Eorzea, and to join any large-scale group that could help her gather info. Likewise, since it's a long-term endeavour she can often justify stopping to help out others along her path.
- Any connection to the perception of Duskwights or Sharlayan matters.
- Also open to shifting so a character is in the position that Erica occupies as a default; will be done on a case-by-case basis, ask if interested!
Quirks/Extras:
- Glasses aren't cosmetic; she actually gets pretty bad eye strain trying to read without them, and has just started to wear them all of the time out of habit.
- Is now more comfortable in a butler suit than out of it. Has a strange tendency of wearing gloves at all hours, making her fingers and knuckles oddly sensitive during the rare times she isn't wearing any kind of hand-wear.
- Enjoys sweet tea, something Erica teased her endlessly about.
Name: Oleane Juivont, ward of the Voss estate
Race: Elezen (Duskwight)
Intro/overview:
"For my lady, there is nothing I would not do…"
= A lady-in-waiting to a family with deep roots in Old Sharlayan, Oleane Juivont has travelled to the far shores of Eorzea to find the trail of her wayward charge. Calm, intellectual but driven like woman possessed, Oleane is always at your service. =
Job: The world's most singularly driven (and dangerous) lady-in-waiting
Personality:
- Unflappably calm and collected, possessing meticulous presentation and intellect, and all with a soft tone and careful way of thinking, Oleane could be used as the picture of the perfect lady-in-waiting. Indeed, her years of vassalage to the noble house she is technically a ward of has made her someone more comfortable out of the limelight, and happy to support and defer to others. She prefers to avoid conflict whenever she can, though when push comes to shove, she can be surprisingly wilful. Likewise, when presented with an obstacle that impedes her or someone she is supporting, Oleane will tackle the problem with a focus and determination of a soul on a warpath. All of these traits are amplified by several folds when the subject matter drifts towards her charge, to whom Oleane shows complete and utter devotion.
Family:
- Orignal Duskwight parents (Currently missing and presumed dead; left behind during the Sharlayan exodus from the Dravanian colony. Oleane has long since accepted that they're lost to her, though an ache remains.)
- Erica Voss (Oleane's charge and oldest friend both, though the Elezen still acts fairly formally towards the girl. While their relationship somewhat 'complex,' Oleane's loyalty to Erica is absolute, and there is nothing she wouldn't do for the Voss scion.)
- The Voss matriarch and patriarch (Oleane is in one essence their ward, and she hold great respect for them. Does not relate to them much on a personal level due to maintaining a kind of 'professional distance.')
Affiliations:
- Lady-in-waiting to the Voss Family Estate (A minor but preserving family in Sharlayan; renowned for its habit of sponsoring the training and management of a fair number of Gleaners, making them nominally more connected to the world outside of Sharlayan. Not poor by any stretch, but their minor position in Sharlayan hierarchy make them a somewhat understated group.)
Background:
- Origins -
Oleane Juivont was born, like many Duskwight children, in what essentially amounted to a hole in the earth. Her family was part of a small hunter-gatherer community eking out a rough existence in the region of the Dravanian Hinterlands, the primarily Duskwight people finding some small comfort and safety from the dragons above by building their homes in the caves that snaked their way through the area's mountains. This nameless group had kept themselves hidden from the Sharlayan colony that had settled into the region, preferring the idea of isolation to the risk of having to co-exist with the scholars and researchers which called the colony home. To the fiercely independent tribe, the Sharlayans moved about with a single-mindedness that seemed all too similar to the nearby Gnath hives, and they wanted nothing to do with them. This state of affairs might have continued if not, strangely enough, for Oleane's birth.
The girl had been born sickly and weak, and with an illness that threatened to snuff out her life before it had a chance to begin. Listening to the baby's weak cries and feeling the clamminess of her skin, Oleane's entire tribe knew that no medicine they possessed would save her. This was significant, as the group was small already; even the loss of a single child would be a tragedy to the gathered community as a whole. Swallowing their trepidation and pride both, they went against their own wishes and sought the aid of the nearby Sharlayans. What happened next was complicated; many of the colony's leadership wished to help these newly appeared people without delay, while others were wary, either with genuine concerns this was some kind of ruse or simply unwilling to lend aid to Duskwight scavengers.
In the end it was the Voss family matriarch that broke the stalemate. Aid would be rendered from her family's own coffers, and in return all she would ask is that the Duskwight tribe help guide the colony's researchers to the hidden places in the Hinterlands, AND that Oleane be placed temporarily as a ward (read hostage) of the Voss household to ensure no undue business occurred. While there were complaints on both side, this eventually became the decided course of action. Thus, in a strange twist of fate, Oleane became the ward to the Voss estate, and was saved with medical knowledge that could only have come from the world's centre of learning.
Thus, Oleane spent much of her years as a babe swaddled in clean Sharlayan silk, rather than the rough cloth that would have otherwise been her destiny. The strangest twist, however, was that she did not grow up alone; only a few years after her unofficial 'adoption,' the Voss family was blessed with their own child – Erica. Oleane has almost no memories of her earliest years, no recollection of the Hinterland's chill or the complicated rush that followed her birth. But the one crystal clear memory she possesses is, at barely older than a toddler herself, the first sight she had of the newly born Erica. To Oleane, that loudly weeping, red faced and heavy baby seemed all at once to be the most beautiful thing in the world.
Oleane Juivont was born, like many Duskwight children, in what essentially amounted to a hole in the earth. Her family was part of a small hunter-gatherer community eking out a rough existence in the region of the Dravanian Hinterlands, the primarily Duskwight people finding some small comfort and safety from the dragons above by building their homes in the caves that snaked their way through the area's mountains. This nameless group had kept themselves hidden from the Sharlayan colony that had settled into the region, preferring the idea of isolation to the risk of having to co-exist with the scholars and researchers which called the colony home. To the fiercely independent tribe, the Sharlayans moved about with a single-mindedness that seemed all too similar to the nearby Gnath hives, and they wanted nothing to do with them. This state of affairs might have continued if not, strangely enough, for Oleane's birth.
The girl had been born sickly and weak, and with an illness that threatened to snuff out her life before it had a chance to begin. Listening to the baby's weak cries and feeling the clamminess of her skin, Oleane's entire tribe knew that no medicine they possessed would save her. This was significant, as the group was small already; even the loss of a single child would be a tragedy to the gathered community as a whole. Swallowing their trepidation and pride both, they went against their own wishes and sought the aid of the nearby Sharlayans. What happened next was complicated; many of the colony's leadership wished to help these newly appeared people without delay, while others were wary, either with genuine concerns this was some kind of ruse or simply unwilling to lend aid to Duskwight scavengers.
In the end it was the Voss family matriarch that broke the stalemate. Aid would be rendered from her family's own coffers, and in return all she would ask is that the Duskwight tribe help guide the colony's researchers to the hidden places in the Hinterlands, AND that Oleane be placed temporarily as a ward (read hostage) of the Voss household to ensure no undue business occurred. While there were complaints on both side, this eventually became the decided course of action. Thus, in a strange twist of fate, Oleane became the ward to the Voss estate, and was saved with medical knowledge that could only have come from the world's centre of learning.
Thus, Oleane spent much of her years as a babe swaddled in clean Sharlayan silk, rather than the rough cloth that would have otherwise been her destiny. The strangest twist, however, was that she did not grow up alone; only a few years after her unofficial 'adoption,' the Voss family was blessed with their own child – Erica. Oleane has almost no memories of her earliest years, no recollection of the Hinterland's chill or the complicated rush that followed her birth. But the one crystal clear memory she possesses is, at barely older than a toddler herself, the first sight she had of the newly born Erica. To Oleane, that loudly weeping, red faced and heavy baby seemed all at once to be the most beautiful thing in the world.
- Early years -
Eventually, after enough time had passed that Oleane could comfortably be called a child rather than a babe, it was decided the little truce between the Sharlayans and Oleane's tribe had reached its natural conclusion. The researchers had been shown all there was to discover of the surrounding area, and Oleane's condition was confirmed to be perfectly stable. Indeed, she had been so well cared for many joked that Erica was technically the SECOND daughter to the Voss estate, though none ever had the gall to say that to the Voss family themselves. Oleane was returned to her parents, and the tribe disappeared back into the mountains, with the girl's father promising this was the last the Sharlayans would ever see of them.
This turned out to be less than true. And this time, it was Oleane herself that twisted fate around.
A handful of years had passed since she and her tribe had disappeared back into the mountains. On a day otherwise unremarkable, Oleane suddenly reappeared back in one of the Voss estate's sitting rooms, playing with the still young Erica like neither had a care in the world. Despite only being around nine summers old, the Duskwight had somehow managed to evade all of the estate's guards and staff, and indeed had passed through the colony unseen as a ghost. She explained to the shocked housekeepers that she had made her way down to the colony of her own volition; her tribe disapproved of her little trip, but had allowed her go after hearing her reason. It turned out that, she simply missed Erica.
Indeed, the two had grown close in the short time Oleane had been a ward. While Erica had no small number of playmates, she seemed to favour her unofficial 'sister,' and had wilfully insisted that the Duskwight child be allowed to play alongside whatever game they both got up to no matter the other children's misgivings. Oleane herself seemed more or less attached at the girl's hip, following behind her like a puppy and seemingly happy enough as long as whatever she did entailed being around Erica. Her parents and community had misgivings, but understood that Oleane's situation was unusual (and that barring the girl would have likely meant she would have simply snuck out anyway) and had allowed her to make the trip in her own time so long as she was back before the sun set. The Voss family were perplexed, but eventually settled on letting the matter slide. Afterall, the only time they had seen Erica truly miserable had been the short time she had been apart from Oleane, and she already looked happier now the pale girl was back in her life.
This strange but blissful state of affairs might had continued forever…if the drums of war hadn't already been beating and sounding so thunderously for several years before hand. With the fall of Ala Mhigo and great quaking steps of the Eorzean city states mobilizing their military might, it had become clear that peace talks with the Garlean Empire was hopeless, and Sharlayan's policy of non-intervention and avoiding the consuming fire of conflict meant that the Dravanian colony was no longer secure. Oleane had reappeared, blissfully unaware, on the third year of the five-year plan to evacuate the entire colony back to the old country as set into motion by Fourchenault Leveilleur and other members of the Forum. Oleane, upon hearing that Erica and her family would soon be whisked away, likely never to be seen again, was near inconsolable for a while.
However, after she had cried what had felt like every tear in her body, she resolved to make the best of the situation; she would spend every waking moment she could with the girl who had become so important to her. The only question was, how? While she was quickly becoming something of a permeant fixture at the Voss estate, there were still misgivings from the other Sharlayans about having a strange, disquieting girl ghosting through the colony, and likewise her absence from her tribe would mean she was not helping to keep the isolated group afloat.
It was Erica that suggested the solution; the Voss family would hire Oleane to be lady-in-waiting to Erica herself, giving the Duskwight a fairly legitimate reason to spend as much time as possible down at the Voss estate, returning to her original tribe basically only to show she was fine and to drop off the payments from her work to her family. Erica had intended this measure to be more of ploy – to the youngest Voss scion, Oleane was more of a sister than a servant. It was slightly more complicated on Oleane's side, as she always held a kind of deference to Erica, and thought that she should take her new position seriously. While they would never quite agree on this one matter, those two years were perhaps the happiest Oleane had felt, both before and maybe since.
However, in the end, it was but passing phase in time. The day that the colony was to disappear back to their motherland grew close, and all at once it was clear that this part of Oleane's life was soon to be over. Already something of a serious young girl, Oleane grew despondent, and withdrew more and more into herself. On the final day before the colony was set to leave, the Duskwight seemed be little more than a mammet; all her actions mechanical, and her gaze empty. Erica tried to draw her out, to close the gap that was quickly widening between the two, but in the end she too felt the inevitability of what their future held.
However, for the third and final time in those chilly hinterlands, fate seemed to twist in and on itself.
"Go with her, to Old Sharlayan."
It was the simple instructions given by Oleane's parents, to the dumbstruck girl who stood before her own clan. There was a bittersweet energy to the order; they were asking her to go and be safe, to live a life that she would have otherwise never had the chance for, and to be with someone who had clearly become so dear to her. But this was also a farewell; if she left on the journey back to the Sharlayan homeland, this would be the last time they would see other. Oleane had tried to say something – maybe a half-hearted objection, maybe a plea for her parents to come with her despite the impossibility, or maybe just a word of gratitude. But with her words choking in her throat and eyes burning with tears, the only thing she had managed was to embrace them, kiss each on the cheek, and turn and sprint back to the colony. The sun was falling as she ran, and half stumbling through the growing night, never once looking back. She knew if she turned even a single time, she wouldn't have the heart to move again.
She arrived to find most of the Voss estate empty, of objects and people both. For a heart stopping moment she thought she was too late; night had truly fallen, and most of the colony had already disappeared. But, just as she was moving in a daze through the house, she turned into Erica's room. The girl was there, taking what seemed like a final look at the space she and Oleane had spent so long in, and seemed to almost think for a moment Oleane was some kind of memory come to life. Oleane, a wreck from her run and her face twisted with warring emotions, felt a fragile smile cross her lips. Burying herself in Erica's shoulder, pale fingers twisting around the girl's frame like a drowning man clinging to driftwood, all Oleane could manage was to say,
"I'm home."
She, like everything else from that colony, would disappear in the night. Gone, across the sea to the Sharlayan homeland. The old Voss estate would be reclaimed by nature, and within the bedroom that had been Erica's domain, would grow a single silver lily. The goblins that would eventually overrun the old ruins would strip the family estate of anything they could use, tearing down old walls to build pipes and engines and to prepare to make their own lives in the house. But, for reasons none could ever name, never once did any disturb that gentle lily.
Eventually, after enough time had passed that Oleane could comfortably be called a child rather than a babe, it was decided the little truce between the Sharlayans and Oleane's tribe had reached its natural conclusion. The researchers had been shown all there was to discover of the surrounding area, and Oleane's condition was confirmed to be perfectly stable. Indeed, she had been so well cared for many joked that Erica was technically the SECOND daughter to the Voss estate, though none ever had the gall to say that to the Voss family themselves. Oleane was returned to her parents, and the tribe disappeared back into the mountains, with the girl's father promising this was the last the Sharlayans would ever see of them.
This turned out to be less than true. And this time, it was Oleane herself that twisted fate around.
A handful of years had passed since she and her tribe had disappeared back into the mountains. On a day otherwise unremarkable, Oleane suddenly reappeared back in one of the Voss estate's sitting rooms, playing with the still young Erica like neither had a care in the world. Despite only being around nine summers old, the Duskwight had somehow managed to evade all of the estate's guards and staff, and indeed had passed through the colony unseen as a ghost. She explained to the shocked housekeepers that she had made her way down to the colony of her own volition; her tribe disapproved of her little trip, but had allowed her go after hearing her reason. It turned out that, she simply missed Erica.
Indeed, the two had grown close in the short time Oleane had been a ward. While Erica had no small number of playmates, she seemed to favour her unofficial 'sister,' and had wilfully insisted that the Duskwight child be allowed to play alongside whatever game they both got up to no matter the other children's misgivings. Oleane herself seemed more or less attached at the girl's hip, following behind her like a puppy and seemingly happy enough as long as whatever she did entailed being around Erica. Her parents and community had misgivings, but understood that Oleane's situation was unusual (and that barring the girl would have likely meant she would have simply snuck out anyway) and had allowed her to make the trip in her own time so long as she was back before the sun set. The Voss family were perplexed, but eventually settled on letting the matter slide. Afterall, the only time they had seen Erica truly miserable had been the short time she had been apart from Oleane, and she already looked happier now the pale girl was back in her life.
This strange but blissful state of affairs might had continued forever…if the drums of war hadn't already been beating and sounding so thunderously for several years before hand. With the fall of Ala Mhigo and great quaking steps of the Eorzean city states mobilizing their military might, it had become clear that peace talks with the Garlean Empire was hopeless, and Sharlayan's policy of non-intervention and avoiding the consuming fire of conflict meant that the Dravanian colony was no longer secure. Oleane had reappeared, blissfully unaware, on the third year of the five-year plan to evacuate the entire colony back to the old country as set into motion by Fourchenault Leveilleur and other members of the Forum. Oleane, upon hearing that Erica and her family would soon be whisked away, likely never to be seen again, was near inconsolable for a while.
However, after she had cried what had felt like every tear in her body, she resolved to make the best of the situation; she would spend every waking moment she could with the girl who had become so important to her. The only question was, how? While she was quickly becoming something of a permeant fixture at the Voss estate, there were still misgivings from the other Sharlayans about having a strange, disquieting girl ghosting through the colony, and likewise her absence from her tribe would mean she was not helping to keep the isolated group afloat.
It was Erica that suggested the solution; the Voss family would hire Oleane to be lady-in-waiting to Erica herself, giving the Duskwight a fairly legitimate reason to spend as much time as possible down at the Voss estate, returning to her original tribe basically only to show she was fine and to drop off the payments from her work to her family. Erica had intended this measure to be more of ploy – to the youngest Voss scion, Oleane was more of a sister than a servant. It was slightly more complicated on Oleane's side, as she always held a kind of deference to Erica, and thought that she should take her new position seriously. While they would never quite agree on this one matter, those two years were perhaps the happiest Oleane had felt, both before and maybe since.
However, in the end, it was but passing phase in time. The day that the colony was to disappear back to their motherland grew close, and all at once it was clear that this part of Oleane's life was soon to be over. Already something of a serious young girl, Oleane grew despondent, and withdrew more and more into herself. On the final day before the colony was set to leave, the Duskwight seemed be little more than a mammet; all her actions mechanical, and her gaze empty. Erica tried to draw her out, to close the gap that was quickly widening between the two, but in the end she too felt the inevitability of what their future held.
However, for the third and final time in those chilly hinterlands, fate seemed to twist in and on itself.
"Go with her, to Old Sharlayan."
It was the simple instructions given by Oleane's parents, to the dumbstruck girl who stood before her own clan. There was a bittersweet energy to the order; they were asking her to go and be safe, to live a life that she would have otherwise never had the chance for, and to be with someone who had clearly become so dear to her. But this was also a farewell; if she left on the journey back to the Sharlayan homeland, this would be the last time they would see other. Oleane had tried to say something – maybe a half-hearted objection, maybe a plea for her parents to come with her despite the impossibility, or maybe just a word of gratitude. But with her words choking in her throat and eyes burning with tears, the only thing she had managed was to embrace them, kiss each on the cheek, and turn and sprint back to the colony. The sun was falling as she ran, and half stumbling through the growing night, never once looking back. She knew if she turned even a single time, she wouldn't have the heart to move again.
She arrived to find most of the Voss estate empty, of objects and people both. For a heart stopping moment she thought she was too late; night had truly fallen, and most of the colony had already disappeared. But, just as she was moving in a daze through the house, she turned into Erica's room. The girl was there, taking what seemed like a final look at the space she and Oleane had spent so long in, and seemed to almost think for a moment Oleane was some kind of memory come to life. Oleane, a wreck from her run and her face twisted with warring emotions, felt a fragile smile cross her lips. Burying herself in Erica's shoulder, pale fingers twisting around the girl's frame like a drowning man clinging to driftwood, all Oleane could manage was to say,
"I'm home."
She, like everything else from that colony, would disappear in the night. Gone, across the sea to the Sharlayan homeland. The old Voss estate would be reclaimed by nature, and within the bedroom that had been Erica's domain, would grow a single silver lily. The goblins that would eventually overrun the old ruins would strip the family estate of anything they could use, tearing down old walls to build pipes and engines and to prepare to make their own lives in the house. But, for reasons none could ever name, never once did any disturb that gentle lily.
- Life in Old Sharlayan, The Calamity, and the present day -
Oleane settled, for all intents and purposes, into her new life in Old Sharlayan with a fair amount of ease. While there had inevitably been questions and a few wondering glances given to the strange Duskwight that had come off the colony's transport ship, the scholars of the world's foremost place of learning held little prejudice for the girl and treated her with kindness. Likewise, despite growing up for a fair number of years in the rough upbringing of an isolated clan, Oleane took to the more formal and polite society of Old Sharlayan like a duck to water, quickly grasping the poise and lexicon of her new surroundings. Though, that only occurred after Oleane finally stopped clinging to Erica like she intended to never let the other girl go, an apparently difficult task that took no small amount of mental effort on Oleane's part.
The main struggle Oleane faced was trying to figure just how exactly she could define herself in this strange new location. On one hand, the Voss family called her a ward, and Erica treated her like a sister. But Oleane never felt like she was part of the family exactly; not because of physical differences, but that something of that wild girl that had been trained to hunt and scavenge never truly left her even as she was taught proper refinement and etiquette. She was not exactly restless – indeed she took to the lessons from the studium with a singular focus, and her tutors were impressed by her hunger for knowledge. But the idea of being adopted by a family (even a family she respected and loved) never seemed to agree with her, not while she still saw herself as the daughter to the community she had left behind in the hinterlands.
In end, she found that she was only truly comfortable when she took on her old role, that of Erica's lady-in-waiting. Erica was exasperated that Oleane would continue with this when it wasn't necessary, and found the Duskwights somewhat formal mannerisms when she was in this role overly stuffy, but in the end accepted that Oleane was free to do as she wished. And besides that, both she and Oleane found that the quickly growing trend of Sharlayan house servants wearing butler suits regardless of gender was somehow agreeable.
Thusly did Oleane spend the next years of her life. She was kept busy between her duties to Erica and her studies, especially after she discovered there was a course on stealth and espionage that made the most of her already budding talents of keeping out of sight. When asked why she even wanted to sign up for the course, she could only answer honestly; she had someone she wanted to protect above all else.
While inevitably always busy, this space of years were ones of content. Oleane found having a solid routine helped to ground her, and the fact that it gave her plenty of time to spend with her now much beloved Erica was all she needed. She grew from slightly gangly young girl into a confident woman, full of poise and composure.
…The fact that Erica seemed endlessly miffed that Oleane had grown into the taller of the two also helped, of course.
Speaking of, the two of them were closer than ever, and had truly settled into a comfortable pattern. While Erica still seemed to desire that Oleane drop the formal role she had taken for herself, she accepted their strange dichotomy for it was, and in her turn grew to be a promising inheritor to her family estate. The only divergent point between the two was, oddly, their stance to the world outside their bubble of existence. Oleane had quickly found Old Sharlayan's stance on foreign policy was one that agreed with her most assuredly. To her, it mattered not what occurred outside of her tiny realm of existence; as long as Erica was safe and happy, nothing else seemed to matter. Erica, however, took just the opposite. It seemed her time in the hinterland's colony had given her more of a mind that worried about the world at large. She regularly and loudly complained of the Forum's stance of non-intervention, and believed that the growing conflict in Eorzea was more reason to take action, not less. This difference of stances was something that both debated frequently, but never with heat. Despite their differences, Erica and Oleane truly were harmonic, and for the longest time it seemed nothing could occur that would split them apart again.
As with many things, the decent of Dalamud promised to change all that.
Like many even in Old Sharlayan, the Voss family watched the slow fall of the red moon with fear, and even Oleane felt ice slowly grip around her heart as it became clear the celestial body was not changing its course. While Eorzea would be the sight of the impact, none could pretend to hope that they wouldn't be affected by such a titanic event as this even so far from its landing spot. Oleane felt this concern most keenly, but not from a physical standpoint. Instead, she watched as Erica turned slowly more and more stricken as the potentially catastrophic events over the Carteneau flats begun to play out, eating less and spending more time staring out across the sea, seemingly in a daze. Oleane attended to her as best she could, but nothing seemed to be able to shake the girl from her stupor.
Oleane had been in her room, fitfully trying to sleep, when she learned of the horrific shattering of Dalamud. Almost as horrifying was how she learned of it – Erica had slipped into her bed, pale as a ghost, and whispered out the news with the tone of a woman broken. Oleane had held her, and tried in vain to brush away Erica's tears, as the world seemed to shift in the space of that one night.
Over the next five years, things changed a great deal. The Voss family had most of their prestige in the Gleaners they both trained and employed, but the temporary breakdown of link pearl communications made it difficult in the years following to maintain their established systems. Erica eventually recovered from the initial shock, but was both more withdrawn and yet more outspoken than ever – she rarely shared her thoughts with Oleane anymore, but was more adamant than ever that Sharlayan non-intervention was the poison that was slowly rotting the centre of learning from the inside out.
Oleane for her part warred with herself over those five years. Did she support Erica, who was so dear to her, despite the belief that they would both be safer if things stayed the course? Was it better to act in her mistresses' best interests despite her wishes, or should she forgo this hesitation which had gripped her and allow herself to believe in the cause which Erica seemed to wholly put her faith? What even was the RIGHT thing to do, for a woman who had so thoroughly convinced herself that she was only truly comfortable in the place of an aide to the person she loved most?
Erica herself asked her directly, once. She had, like the very night of Dalamud's fall, crept silently into Oleane's bed, quiet as a ghost. In a voice that sounded almost ethereal as it slipped through the still darkness, Erica had asked,
"…'Lean, do you believe in anything? Anything at all?"
Oleane, heart somewhere in her throat, had simply said they should talk in the morning, and turned over in the bed. Erica had said nothing.
The very next morning, the very worst thing that Oleane could imagine occurred – Erica was missing.
She did not leave a note, but likewise her room showed no signs of a struggle. It appeared, for all the world, like the girl had simply up and vanished into thin air. Oleane herself searched Old Sharlayan high and low like a woman possessed, forgoing even sleep or rest for three whole days until it had become clear that Erica was no longer within the confines of the city. Indeed, the only solid lead that could be found revealed the worst-case scenario, that Erica had slipped aboard an outgoing ship, almost certainly headed for Eorzea.
The Voss family were besides themselves with concern, and were sorely tempted to divert all Gleaners still under their employ to search high and low for their missing daughter. But Oleane (for once acting like the adopted daughter of the house she technically still was) vetoed the idea. The Voss family had been hit harder than most in Sharlayan following the Calamity, and their once great fortune had been stretched to the breaking point trying to recover their network of Gleaners, and to divert them from their work now would ensure that there wasn't a Voss estate for Erica to come back to. This was especially the case as, for reasons unknown, the Forum was suddenly ramping up its Gleaner operations, and to disregard the orders of Forum was simply something none could afford. No, the course of was clear. Oleane would sail alone to Eorzea, and track down Erica herself.
It was the only thing she could do. After all, she had yet to give Erica the answer to her question.
Oleane stood on the rocking deck of the ship as it slipped away upon the waves, Old Sharlayan quickly becoming little more than a speck on the horizon. Strangely, Oleane didn't feel as sad as she had during the boat ride that had taken her to the Sharlayan motherland. On that journey, it had felt like she had been leaving something precious behind, and the only thing stopping the weight of despair from crushing her had been Erica's hand so firmly wrapped around her own. Now, however, she felt almost nothing. Nothing, except maybe a still burning determination to find the one most precious to her.
Afterall, this time she wasn't sailing away her home. If anything, she was sailing straight towards it.
Oleane turned, looking across the infinite expanse of blue.
"Wait for me, milady…wait for me, Erica…"
Oleane settled, for all intents and purposes, into her new life in Old Sharlayan with a fair amount of ease. While there had inevitably been questions and a few wondering glances given to the strange Duskwight that had come off the colony's transport ship, the scholars of the world's foremost place of learning held little prejudice for the girl and treated her with kindness. Likewise, despite growing up for a fair number of years in the rough upbringing of an isolated clan, Oleane took to the more formal and polite society of Old Sharlayan like a duck to water, quickly grasping the poise and lexicon of her new surroundings. Though, that only occurred after Oleane finally stopped clinging to Erica like she intended to never let the other girl go, an apparently difficult task that took no small amount of mental effort on Oleane's part.
The main struggle Oleane faced was trying to figure just how exactly she could define herself in this strange new location. On one hand, the Voss family called her a ward, and Erica treated her like a sister. But Oleane never felt like she was part of the family exactly; not because of physical differences, but that something of that wild girl that had been trained to hunt and scavenge never truly left her even as she was taught proper refinement and etiquette. She was not exactly restless – indeed she took to the lessons from the studium with a singular focus, and her tutors were impressed by her hunger for knowledge. But the idea of being adopted by a family (even a family she respected and loved) never seemed to agree with her, not while she still saw herself as the daughter to the community she had left behind in the hinterlands.
In end, she found that she was only truly comfortable when she took on her old role, that of Erica's lady-in-waiting. Erica was exasperated that Oleane would continue with this when it wasn't necessary, and found the Duskwights somewhat formal mannerisms when she was in this role overly stuffy, but in the end accepted that Oleane was free to do as she wished. And besides that, both she and Oleane found that the quickly growing trend of Sharlayan house servants wearing butler suits regardless of gender was somehow agreeable.
Thusly did Oleane spend the next years of her life. She was kept busy between her duties to Erica and her studies, especially after she discovered there was a course on stealth and espionage that made the most of her already budding talents of keeping out of sight. When asked why she even wanted to sign up for the course, she could only answer honestly; she had someone she wanted to protect above all else.
While inevitably always busy, this space of years were ones of content. Oleane found having a solid routine helped to ground her, and the fact that it gave her plenty of time to spend with her now much beloved Erica was all she needed. She grew from slightly gangly young girl into a confident woman, full of poise and composure.
…The fact that Erica seemed endlessly miffed that Oleane had grown into the taller of the two also helped, of course.
Speaking of, the two of them were closer than ever, and had truly settled into a comfortable pattern. While Erica still seemed to desire that Oleane drop the formal role she had taken for herself, she accepted their strange dichotomy for it was, and in her turn grew to be a promising inheritor to her family estate. The only divergent point between the two was, oddly, their stance to the world outside their bubble of existence. Oleane had quickly found Old Sharlayan's stance on foreign policy was one that agreed with her most assuredly. To her, it mattered not what occurred outside of her tiny realm of existence; as long as Erica was safe and happy, nothing else seemed to matter. Erica, however, took just the opposite. It seemed her time in the hinterland's colony had given her more of a mind that worried about the world at large. She regularly and loudly complained of the Forum's stance of non-intervention, and believed that the growing conflict in Eorzea was more reason to take action, not less. This difference of stances was something that both debated frequently, but never with heat. Despite their differences, Erica and Oleane truly were harmonic, and for the longest time it seemed nothing could occur that would split them apart again.
As with many things, the decent of Dalamud promised to change all that.
Like many even in Old Sharlayan, the Voss family watched the slow fall of the red moon with fear, and even Oleane felt ice slowly grip around her heart as it became clear the celestial body was not changing its course. While Eorzea would be the sight of the impact, none could pretend to hope that they wouldn't be affected by such a titanic event as this even so far from its landing spot. Oleane felt this concern most keenly, but not from a physical standpoint. Instead, she watched as Erica turned slowly more and more stricken as the potentially catastrophic events over the Carteneau flats begun to play out, eating less and spending more time staring out across the sea, seemingly in a daze. Oleane attended to her as best she could, but nothing seemed to be able to shake the girl from her stupor.
Oleane had been in her room, fitfully trying to sleep, when she learned of the horrific shattering of Dalamud. Almost as horrifying was how she learned of it – Erica had slipped into her bed, pale as a ghost, and whispered out the news with the tone of a woman broken. Oleane had held her, and tried in vain to brush away Erica's tears, as the world seemed to shift in the space of that one night.
Over the next five years, things changed a great deal. The Voss family had most of their prestige in the Gleaners they both trained and employed, but the temporary breakdown of link pearl communications made it difficult in the years following to maintain their established systems. Erica eventually recovered from the initial shock, but was both more withdrawn and yet more outspoken than ever – she rarely shared her thoughts with Oleane anymore, but was more adamant than ever that Sharlayan non-intervention was the poison that was slowly rotting the centre of learning from the inside out.
Oleane for her part warred with herself over those five years. Did she support Erica, who was so dear to her, despite the belief that they would both be safer if things stayed the course? Was it better to act in her mistresses' best interests despite her wishes, or should she forgo this hesitation which had gripped her and allow herself to believe in the cause which Erica seemed to wholly put her faith? What even was the RIGHT thing to do, for a woman who had so thoroughly convinced herself that she was only truly comfortable in the place of an aide to the person she loved most?
Erica herself asked her directly, once. She had, like the very night of Dalamud's fall, crept silently into Oleane's bed, quiet as a ghost. In a voice that sounded almost ethereal as it slipped through the still darkness, Erica had asked,
"…'Lean, do you believe in anything? Anything at all?"
Oleane, heart somewhere in her throat, had simply said they should talk in the morning, and turned over in the bed. Erica had said nothing.
The very next morning, the very worst thing that Oleane could imagine occurred – Erica was missing.
She did not leave a note, but likewise her room showed no signs of a struggle. It appeared, for all the world, like the girl had simply up and vanished into thin air. Oleane herself searched Old Sharlayan high and low like a woman possessed, forgoing even sleep or rest for three whole days until it had become clear that Erica was no longer within the confines of the city. Indeed, the only solid lead that could be found revealed the worst-case scenario, that Erica had slipped aboard an outgoing ship, almost certainly headed for Eorzea.
The Voss family were besides themselves with concern, and were sorely tempted to divert all Gleaners still under their employ to search high and low for their missing daughter. But Oleane (for once acting like the adopted daughter of the house she technically still was) vetoed the idea. The Voss family had been hit harder than most in Sharlayan following the Calamity, and their once great fortune had been stretched to the breaking point trying to recover their network of Gleaners, and to divert them from their work now would ensure that there wasn't a Voss estate for Erica to come back to. This was especially the case as, for reasons unknown, the Forum was suddenly ramping up its Gleaner operations, and to disregard the orders of Forum was simply something none could afford. No, the course of was clear. Oleane would sail alone to Eorzea, and track down Erica herself.
It was the only thing she could do. After all, she had yet to give Erica the answer to her question.
Oleane stood on the rocking deck of the ship as it slipped away upon the waves, Old Sharlayan quickly becoming little more than a speck on the horizon. Strangely, Oleane didn't feel as sad as she had during the boat ride that had taken her to the Sharlayan motherland. On that journey, it had felt like she had been leaving something precious behind, and the only thing stopping the weight of despair from crushing her had been Erica's hand so firmly wrapped around her own. Now, however, she felt almost nothing. Nothing, except maybe a still burning determination to find the one most precious to her.
Afterall, this time she wasn't sailing away her home. If anything, she was sailing straight towards it.
Oleane turned, looking across the infinite expanse of blue.
"Wait for me, milady…wait for me, Erica…"
RP Hooks:
- Her endless quest to find her charge means she can pretty easily slot into any endeavour that entails journeying across the wide expanses of Eorzea, and to join any large-scale group that could help her gather info. Likewise, since it's a long-term endeavour she can often justify stopping to help out others along her path.
- Any connection to the perception of Duskwights or Sharlayan matters.
- Also open to shifting so a character is in the position that Erica occupies as a default; will be done on a case-by-case basis, ask if interested!
Quirks/Extras:
- Glasses aren't cosmetic; she actually gets pretty bad eye strain trying to read without them, and has just started to wear them all of the time out of habit.
- Is now more comfortable in a butler suit than out of it. Has a strange tendency of wearing gloves at all hours, making her fingers and knuckles oddly sensitive during the rare times she isn't wearing any kind of hand-wear.
- Enjoys sweet tea, something Erica teased her endlessly about.
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