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Name: Shiva
Age: unknown
Series: Final Fantasy
Occupation: Officer - Chaplain

Personal History

Shiva, the Snow Queen; alluring Empress of Ice. To incur her wrath is to feel your very heart freeze in your chest, for cold is her anger and swift her vengeance. Blizzards whirl and rage at her command.

Revealing herself to a secluded village of summoners known as Madain Sari, Shiva taught by example, first appearing in the form of a small child, and growing into her more familiar, adult form as the summoners grew in knowledge and skill. When that village was destroyed, she moved on, but only after she had seen that a remnant of their kind would live on in the form of yet another gifted child, who escaped with her mother to a faraway land.

Shiva herself lived in exile, appearing to the supplicants of yet another temple as a priestess who gave up her life, sacrificing her mortal body in order that her soul and fighting spirit might live on as the Aeon of Macalania. When the truth beind the ruling authority in that world had finally been revealed, and the evil of Sin had been purged to bring peace to the people of Spira once and for all, she had hope that humankind had at last learned how to hold onto the lessons they had learned. However, when her spirit was released from the stone idol in the cloister of the fayth, instead of crossing over to the farplane, her essence was absorbed into the lifesteam--eventually becoming bound into the crystalized gems of energy known as materia as well--forcing her to fight for anyone with the knowledge and determination to bend her captive power to their will.

In her sorrow, the groanings of her soul within the lifestream caused her temple to sink beneath Macalania's frozen lake, where she continued to lay in wait for a man or woman of honor to free her from the endless spiral of death, destruction, and rebirth.

Enter Laguna Loire--the former Galbadian General, with whom she had forged a deep bond after saving him from death some years prior--whose life-pact allowed her to reassume physical form and start a new life in a place called dusk_village. She is cool, calculating, and swift in carrying out her vengeance--but also deeply loyal and passionate. She defends Laguna with her life and takes great care with her own, for when one of them is wounded, so is the other. Somewhere in her frozen heart, she also holds a special place for those her bond-mate calls his own--but she knows that such a bond never comes without a price.

She just didn't realize that price would allow them both to be summoned all the way across the heavens.

1st Person/Journal Example: I don't feel the cold, my lover, but that does not mean I am unfeeling. What troubles you this night that you will not speak to even me? Faith must go both ways...please...trust me.
3rd Person/Log Example: The priestess slept. Her temple lay abandoned, lost beneath cold waters for untold eons...and while she slept, she dreamed. She dreamed of the faith of brave young men and woman, of prayers screamed in desperation, or whispered in hope...but above all...above all she dreamed of love.

Love for her people that led her to give her life in order to preserve theirs, that a remnant would live on to make those dreams become reality, and love for a man who dared her to keep dreaming. Passion that would melt even the coldest of hearts--or freeze a man's heart in his chest when her anger was evoked. Tenderness enough to cradle a lost soul like a child.

It is not time for slumber, a still, small voice spoke in her inner ear, and she heard her own voice echo, “It is not yet time…” This is your story….there is still much work to do, mingled with, I don’t want to feel anymore…I just want to die, and somewhere, through the life-streams of her consciousness, she felt the others of her kind imparting their blessing as she began to drift awake. We Aeons, they charged her, just they charged those mortals who yet wait in hope, Call us. “Call me!”

And she awoke.