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General
Agnes Frostwyght, a.k.a "Keeper of the Lilacs", is a female Hyur of Highlander clan, registered in the database on with 19882428 for ID.
Born on 4th Sun of the 1st Astral Moon under protection of Menphina, the Lover.
Currently is resident of Ul'dah, Thanalan on Goblin of Crystal.
Has also been seen on
and Adamantoise of Aether.
Reached rank of Flame Private Third Class in Immortal Flames Grand company.
Last interview was conducted on .
This is what adventurer had to say during it:
North of Gridania, in the mountains snuggled between Ishgard and Gyr Abania, there dwell a nomadic people. Highlanders, but of a fairer complexion than those of Ala Mhigo. They move in accordance to their sacred calendars that span over decades, rich in their lore and traditions.
Agnes was born to such a tribe, settled amidst many brothers and sisters, not to mention cousins and distant relatives. Her great grandfather was The Frostwyght, thus named for a battle long ago where he and a small group of loyal men overwhelmed a greater force under the guise of a snowstorm. Highlander family names are earned through accomplishments, and this was theirs. Although a relatively new name, her family carried great respect, and males of her family were often chosen to sit amongst the elders, such as her father; Baldr Frostwyght.
Agnes herself was deeply involved in her people’s festivals and ceremonies, quickly showing a knack for dance and performance. Highly dexterous, and light on her feet, dancing became a release, almost like dreaming while still awake. It was as if her mind could grow wings and take flight as her feet moved effortlessly beneath her.
She was bratty at a young age, and hungry for independence. She craved attention, as all children do, and it only worsened as she grew older and slowly began to grasp the cruel twists of reality. Her mother, firm-handed but kind, was always a picture of perfection. Her garb was always clean and pressed, chestnut hair tidy. Her father was often out of time for them, but worked hard to make sure his family was looked upon kindly. It was accidentally that Agnes found out that their marriage was arranged for coin, and more still that her father had a shallow love for her mother.
She was happy this way, or so she made herself believe, so lost among the twisted threads of her life. It was only when a warrior passed through, a very special warrior, who was searching for assistance in facing a powerful foe; primals. By chance of fate, she stepped in the warrior’s path, and recruited herself to the endeavour with little thought to the contrary. She had never thought of leaving before then, not once. The idea had never blossomed in her mind, and now it was all she could muster to sleep at night, so plagued with this new adventure.
Her father had offered little resistance to her leaving, though before she departed he tucked a medallion into her hand. “Your grandfather’s.” He said, closing her fingers around it with a strong hand. “He believed it to be the coin in your great grandfather’s pocket as he cut down his foes.” He said this in his words, but as she looked into his eyes, she could see hesitation floating there, perhaps reservation. Was he afraid? Or was he jealous?
She would go on to travel alongside the Warrior of Light as a friend and companion, jettisoned into a life she could have never seen, falling from places of comfort into unexpected danger.