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Oh, Mote... Again? You know how much strain this puts on you... But, if it helps my baby brother feel better, then who am I to refuse your call? Come, let's talk awhile. I love you more than you'll ever know.

Be well.

Age: 26 (Physically)
Gender: Female
Race: Helion Hrothgar
Pronouns: She/Her
Orientation: Bisexual
Eye color: Green
Hair color: Red w/ black highlights
Fur color: Reddish-brown
Height: ~6'6"
Weight: ~300lbs (Mostly in her lower body)
Born: Bozja
Nameday: 16th Sun of the 4th Umbral Moon (August 16th)
Date of Death: Exact date unknown, though it was shortly after the Bozja Incident of 1562. She would have been
Zodiac: Leo
Alignment: Neutral GoodGuardian: Azeyma
Initial Class: N/A
Main Jobs: GNB, SGE, VPR, BLM, DNCCurrent Location: Wherever Mote isHobbies: Night walks, watching over Mote in his sleep, reading, long showers, teasing Mote about his weight (pot, meet kettle)Lorithia Ariston was taken from this world far too soon in a desperate bid to ensure her brother's safe passage to Eorzea. Lorithia's spirit, steeped with guilt and longing to see her brother grow and flourish, rejected the call of the Aethereal Sea and manifested as a ghost. She is able to interact with the world through Mote's inability to properly grieve: his Esteem. And so, he hones his skills as a Dark Knight, hoping to see her for just a little longer each time he brings forth his Living Shadow.Lorithia's personality miraculously remains intact in this fractured state, developing and changing with each new experience just as it would if she were fully alive. Her warm heart and fiery loyalty shine through her natural stoicism when her brother needs it most, knowing that every moment she now shares with him is fleeting. She'll make up for lost time with Mote in her own special ways, no matter what... Because that's what a good big sister would do.Save for some shadowy wisps that emanate from her body periodically, she is, for all intents and purposes, just as real as you or me. At least, for a few hours at a time.Voice claim: Lune (Clair Obscur)Grief blinds us. All you see are walls.