Jessi Lynn Entialpoh
Chaos Kitten
Jessi's life has been challenging from the time they reached adulthood until they found a semblance of stability with a small group of friends. Despite settling down to some extent, Jessi remains a bit of a roaming wild card, actively seeking chaos in various forms. Due to a tumultuous past, Jessi has developed a deep sense of mistrust towards most people, only confiding in a select few. However, once someone earns a spot on Jessi's shortlist of trusted individuals, they can expect unwavering loyalty and defense. On the flip side, crossing Jessi and becoming an enemy means being erased from existence in Jessi's eyes. This unique individual is a complex blend of wariness, loyalty, and a penchant for unpredictability.
official employmentHellfire Rose Lounge: Co-owner/ Head Bouncer
Address: (Crystal) Malboro/Goblet/W-20/P-34
Hours: Currently closed. Re-opening TBD
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Mudd Pitt: Dancer/Casino
Address: (Crystal) Zalera/Goblet/W-23/P-60
Hours: Friday 10:00 pm-01:00 am Central | 11:00 pm-02:00 am Eastern | 08:00 pm- 11:00 pm Pacific
(Sunday re-opening TBD by management)
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Cantina de Chocobo: Bartender
Address: (Crystal) Goblin/Mist/W-2/P-14/Mist NE Aetheryte
Hours: Closed until further notice by owner
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Temple of Menphina: Hound Pup/Clergy
Address: (Crystal) Balmung, Lavender Beds Ward 25, Plot 33
Hours: Saturday 06:00 pm-10 pm Central | 07:00 pm-11:00 pm Eastern | 04:00 pm-08 pm Pacific
unofficial (i.e., not a specific venue I am employed to)Roaming individuals up for venue or private hire where and when needed (contact me for finer details on availability and rates)
Disclaimer: personal event rates vary. If hiring for venue assistance, their rates apply.I will under no circumstance pick up work that is either during or cuts into my official employment as listed above unless they are closed that week. Schedule around them ♥
Jessi came into existence amidst the harsh and unforgiving landscape of the Ul'dah desert during a tumultuous period in history, marked by uncertainty and challenges. As the eve of her coming of age approached, Jessi found herself ensnared in the web of an enigmatic tavern, shrouded in questions and intrigue. This fateful night would become a pivotal turning point in the young miqo's life.Within the dimly lit confines of the tavern, Jessi bore witness to a dramatic and perilous spectacle—a heated dispute unfolding between two men vying for the affections of a maiden. The tension escalated, culminating in a tragic tableau as one man ruthlessly extinguished the life of his adversary with a meticulously crafted ornamental dagger. However, the narrative took an unforeseen twist when the very maiden, pushed to the brink by the unfolding horror, retaliated against her assailant, delivering a swift and decisive blow that silenced him forever.Amidst the ensuing chaos and confusion, Jessi, driven by a spontaneous impulse, seized the opportunity presented by the discarded ornamental dagger. In the midst of the cold, dark, and rain-soaked night, she vanished into the shadows, her actions escaping the notice of those embroiled in the aftermath of the fatal confrontation. The stolen dagger became an unintended relic of that pivotal night, a symbol of Jessi's silent departure from a world that seemed oblivious to her presence.As she navigated the wet and desolate landscape, Jessi's path unfolded in mysterious ways, veiled by the darkness that enveloped her. Little did she know that the stolen dagger held more than just the weight of its ornate craftsmanship—it became an emblem of her newfound independence and a harbinger of the adventures that awaited her on the horizon.
A few years had passed, and now, at the age of 19 in hyur years, Jessi, the miqo, found herself within the grand halls of Doman castle. Engaged in an unconventional education, she was being taught the common language by a slightly older refugee, weaving threads of linguistic knowledge within the stone walls that echoed with tales of history and power.During one of her lessons, the air in the castle thickened with tension when a passing noble hurled a crude comment in her direction. Jessi, her eyes sharp and discerning, caught every word, her understanding heightened by the struggles she had faced as a young miqo in a foreign land. Without hesitation, she flung the dagger, a silent guardian at her side, at the offending noble. The action was executed with an eerie detachment, as if the decision to take a life was a mere flicker of thought.The blade sailed through the air with deadly precision, a glint of malice in Jessi's eyes. It was an act that would have ended a life that night if not for the noble's military companion. Sensing the impending danger, he reacted with lightning speed, yanking his comrade back by the collar, narrowly avoiding a fatal strike. The dagger embedded itself into the wall, a chilling reminder of the potential consequences.Despite the nobility's close call, Jessi remained unfazed, not a hint of remorse in her gaze. The intense malice that emanated from her had not gone unnoticed by those who witnessed the incident. Consequently, she was swiftly banished from the castle, her presence deemed too perilous for the delicate balance of power within its walls. Jessi, now an exile, carried with her the echoes of that night, a silent force that left an indelible mark on the course of her destiny.
A couple of years had elapsed, and Jessi now found herself aboard a rugged sea-faring vessel, its timeworn planks creaking beneath her boots as it sailed towards the bustling port city of Limsa Lominsa. The salty breeze tousled her hair as she engaged in a high-stakes card game, her nimble fingers manipulating the deck to her advantage. Unbeknownst to Jessi, a clandestine figure observed her every move, keen on turning the tides in their favor.As the moon cast its silver glow upon the ship that night, Jessi's carelessness proved to be her undoing. The shadows conspired against her as she peacefully slumbered, only to awaken abruptly to the harsh reality of being ambushed. Hogtied, gagged, and blindfolded, she became a pawn in the grim game of retaliation orchestrated by the pirate she had bested earlier. The deck stacked against her, Jessi was summarily tossed overboard into the inky abyss.Yet, clinging tenaciously to her will to survive, Jessi fought against the constraints that bound her. In the oppressive darkness, she managed to summon reserves of strength and ingenuity, a flicker of determination in her eyes. It wasn't solely through her own prowess that she wriggled free of the constricting bonds; there was an enigmatic "help" in the shadows, an unseen ally lending a hand in her desperate struggle.Finally liberated, Jessi's body plunged into the cool embrace of the ocean. With each stroke against the churning waves, she embraced the art of swimming, adapting to the unpredictable dance of the sea. The moonlight illuminated her solitary figure, resilient against the odds, as she swam towards an uncertain destiny, leaving the treacherous vessel and vengeful pirates in her turbulent wake.
After enduring a relentless sea that left her clothes clinging to her skin and her energy depleted, Jessi, soaked and exhausted, finally sought refuge in a dimly lit tavern nestled within the heart of the bustling city-state. The flickering candlelight and the hum of various conversations provided a stark contrast to the dreary weather outside.As Jessi entered, the warmth and aroma of the tavern enveloped her, offering a brief respite from the elements. Her eyes scanned the room, seeking a quiet corner to collect herself. However, her moment of solace was abruptly shattered when, to her simultaneous horror and amusement, she locked eyes with the very pirate who had caused her troubles the day before.The pirate, clearly caught off guard, displayed a mixture of surprise and recognition. Jessi couldn't help but smirk at the evident discomfort on his face. Without skipping a beat, she decided to make her feelings known. With a swift and defiant motion, she flipped him off, stuck out her tongue, and gestured provocatively for him to come closer with a playful "come and get me" gesture.Seizing the opportunity, Jessi bolted towards the tavern's exit, eager to continue her escape. To her slight dismay, the pirate, seemingly uninterested or possibly too absorbed in his own affairs, paid her no heed. The other patrons continued with their conversations, indifferent to the dramatic scene unfolding before them. Jessi, now both relieved and slightly disappointed, disappeared into the city's labyrinthine streets, leaving behind a bemused pirate and a tavern full of oblivious patrons.
Fast forward seven years, the worn wooden door of the tavern creaks open as Jessi steps into the dimly lit establishment. The air is thick with the scent of ale and the murmurs of patrons engaged in various conversations. The ambiance is a blend of camaraderie and mystery, with shadows dancing across the walls as the flickering candles struggle to hold their ground against the encroaching darkness.Jessi's keen eyes scan the room, and in the corner, she spots a solitary figure. A Hyur man, with weathered features, sits hunched over a table, engrossed in the delicate task of adjusting what seems to be an instrumental bow. The bow's polished wood glimmers faintly in the tavern's dim light, piquing Jessi's curiosity.Determined to unravel the mystery, Jessi makes her way to the bar, where a burly barkeep wipes down mugs with a well-worn cloth. She orders two drinks, a gesture of goodwill, and carries them over to the intriguing stranger. Setting one drink down in front of him, she raises an eyebrow in silent invitation.In an attempt to bridge the language barrier, Jessi feigns a struggle with the common tongue. "Drink... for... song?" she stammers, her words cutting through the ambient chatter just enough for the stranger to hear. The Hyur man raises an inquisitive eyebrow but accepts the offered drink, acknowledging Jessi's unspoken invitation.As he takes a sip, his gaze scrutinizes Jessi with an unusually perceptive eye. Breaking the silence, he speaks in a voice that carries a seasoned wisdom, "I bet your last gil, lass, that I know a song or two about that dagger on your hip, the jealous curse they whispered through the age." He pauses, choosing his words carefully. "However, I know not how it came to be in your possession; I'm not a man to stick my nose into the business of others. A song for you, nay a lesson we shall call it, for my drink. Pray you to listen well, child, for this ballad is a rather famous tale for its story and lesson."With a nod, Jessi signals her readiness to hear the tale. The bard, having downed his glass, picks up his instrument, the intricate patterns etched on its surface catching the light. He begins to play, and his voice rises above the ambient noise, weaving a ballad of ages past, telling a story that transcends time and carries with it both the weight of history and the essence of a valuable lesson.
In days of yore, a paladin, bold and vain,
Whose wealth in silver and gold did gain.
By day he roamed, collecting his Gil,
By night, the tavern, his cup to fill.One eve, after glasses too many had passed,
His hand upon a maiden's rear was cast.
The goblet she carried, with anger flared,
Upon his head, it was unreservedly shared.The husband, enraged, cried for the end,
"I should see you dead!" he did intend.
In the moonlit hush, the air stood still,
The paladin, defiant, spoke with a slurred thrill."Do you seek a fight?" he dared to boast,
Unaware of the storm about to be engrossed.
The man, with eyes fierce, met his gaze,
"I know you not," he said, ready for the fray."Let's leave this place," he proposed with might,
And gripped the paladin in his armor bright.
A dagger, plunged with a vengeful thrust,
To the neck of the soldier, a deadly trust.Down fell the paladin, mighty and tall,
Never reaching the grand banquet hall.
In the silence, the rogue whispered clear,
"I am Korbaine Josair, and in Hell, we'll meet, my dear."
In that fateful moment, as the dusty layers of history peeled away, Jessi unraveled the enigma surrounding the man who once cradled the relic now in her possession. The name echoed through the corridors of time, resonating with whispers of forgotten tales and mysteries long buried. The connection to this mysterious figure imbued the artifact with an eerie weight, as if the past itself sought to communicate through the worn edges and ancient patina.Despite the newfound knowledge, Jessi remained a captivating enigma, her demeanor retaining an intriguing blend of chaos and neutrality. Each step she took, every decision made, echoed the dance between opposing forces within her, creating an aura of unpredictability that surrounded her like a cloak of shadows.Yet, beneath the surface of her stoic exterior, a subtle undercurrent of emotions lurked – a tempest of jealousy and rage that threatened to surge forth. The question lingered in the air, like an unspoken prophecy waiting to unfold: would these dormant emotions awaken and cast their turbulent spell upon Jessi's life, or did they serve a purpose greater than mere emotional tumult?As time unfolded its chapters, the narrative of Jessi's existence unfolded with it, leaving an air of anticipation hanging in the balance. The curse of jealousy and rage loomed as a specter in the background, its shadow playing upon the canvas of her destiny. Speculations arose, discussions ensued, but certainty remained elusive.In this intricate tapestry of fate, the interplay of emotions and destiny became a captivating story, waiting to be written. The journey ahead promised twists and turns, and the revelation of Jessi's ultimate path would undoubtedly be an enthralling saga. As the pages turned, the unfolding narrative left the question lingering: was the impending surge of emotions a harbinger of doom, or did it hold the key to unlocking a deeper, more profound purpose in Jessi's enigmatic existence? The answers, like the threads of an intricate tapestry, awaited discovery in the chapters yet to be revealed.
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