Millennia Radianta
warrior-scholar || scion || hero of light
Basic info
An introduction.
Backstory
Walls of text beyond here, be warned!
About the Mun
The cat behind the curtain
Artwork
(All is by me unless otherwise stated!)
Basic Information
Name: Millennia Radianta Alternative names: Mill, Millie. Born C'efli Taga.
Affiliations: Free Company “Isekai House”, Scions of the Seventh Dawn, House Fortemps of Ishgard
Race: Miqo'te (Mixed Seeker of the Sun and Keeper of the Moon heritage.)
Gender: Female
Age: ~23 at beginning of A Realm Reborn, though she doesn't know her real age.
Hair color: Pink with white streaks
Eye color: Pale violet
Notable features: Short stature, scar over bridge of nose and under right eye, full, mature figure.
Disciplines: Scholar, Dancer, Ninja, and Warrior
Personality keywords: Confident, flirtatious, proud, intelligent. A bit overbearing or quick to burn.
Misc: Has a tendency to get lost anywhere but Coerthas. Has a knack for making drinks and potions. Hates ghost stories and the unexplained, but finds herself curious anyway. Can’t swim (the healer’s curse!)
Headcanon voice: Sonya from Fire Emblem: Shadows of Valentia/Fire Emblem Heroes
Miscellaneous Headcanons:
-Millennia takes agreements and contracts very seriously. She won’t lie unless absolutely necessary, and even then she’s rather bad at it.
-That said, she views “acting” as not lying, and doesn’t mind playing a role to get information or track down a target.
-Mill is fiercely loyal and takes offenses to those she loves even more seriously than ones to herself. Insulting Haurchefant Greystone, for one, is a good way to get on her bad side.
-She tends to refer to people by a shortened version of their name (Alphi, Ali, etc) or give them a nickname (Darling, Sparky, etc). She also drops the prefix from Seeker of the Sun names rather quickly.
-She refuses to use the word “bastard” and rather dislikes the word “outsider” due to the insulting contexts she often heard those words used in.
-Millennia heals from injuries of nearly any kind very quickly, as her body generates aether at a faster than average rate. However, she does still have numerous scars on her body, including the ones on her face.
-She views those scars akin to badges of honor, even if most fade quickly.
-The only scars she possesses that she isn’t particularly fond of are aetherial burns on her hands. She’s had them for as long as she can remember but cannot determine the cause, and finds them rather embarrassing. She feels overly exposed without gloves covering her hands, and only a few people have seen them.
Backstory
(note— this is a work in progress! more will be added in the future.)
Millennia awoke shortly after the Seventh Umbral Calamity with no memory other than her name and precious little else. Finding herself heavily injured and alone, she fought her way through the deepening snows of the Coerthas Central Highlands, determined to find someone, anyone who might be able to help.
She found someone in the distance, their lamplight her only guide— only to fall unconscious before she could see their face.
She awoke later, warm and wounds patched up, in a tiny cottage on a cliffside. Her savior was an older Duskwight woman named Maurizia Brenlianc, a former chirurgeon who now worked as a peddler. With no family she could recall and nowhere else to go, Maurizia took Millennia in, helping with her rehabilitation and teaching her some crafting skills. Millennia in particular flourished in weaving, goldsmithing, and alchemy.
Every few weeks, with their stock replenished, Maurizia would pack up their products and go on her gradual route to the various encampments in the highlands, trading their wares for more materials and supplies. Maurizia had an extensive library already, but Millennia read books the way a man starved would eat through a well-stocked pantry, and so she was always glad to return with a few more new volumes for her.
Millennia, too, rediscovered her own talents for healing— though she didn’t recall learning it, Maurizia would often witness Millennia recalling various skills as an Arcanist or similar. Despite this, Millennia’s past seemed far out of reach.
Maurizia wouldn’t allow Millennia to stay stagnant for long however— she couldn’t, perhaps more accurately. Her old age meant that soon, Millennia would have to take up the trade route. And that aside, Millennia was a bright, witty young lady— the last thing Maurizia wanted was to stunt her social growth by keeping her cooped up inside with just an old woman and a Carbuncle for company…
Millennia set off with particular advice to befriend the knights at Camp Dragonhead— advice Mill would effortlessly heed. House Fortemps’ more open policy towards adventurers meant Millennia was not so odd a sight, and her warm, flirtatious nature aided her in finding a kindred spirit with the commander, Ser Haurchefant.
Of course, being treated with cold and disdain at the other forts soured Millennia’s opinion of others, and only warmed her opinion of Haurchefant. Between Maurizia’s cottage being less than a day’s walk to the fort and Maurizia’s constant encouragement for Millennia to make friends, Mill became a regular fixture at the fort.
Of course, Mill did start to find it odd. Eventually Mauriza was asking her to spend more time at Dragonhead than at home. She seemed troubled by something Mill couldn’t truly grasp or breach no matter what she asked. Maurizia seemed to have a knack for just knowing things— what could have been on her mind?
Millennia recieved her tragic answer one morning. Awakening late, she found the cottage empty— and with a bit of grogginess looked at the piece of parchment left on her bedside.
That grogginess dissipated immediately as her eyes lit upon the words. Maurizia had left the cottage that morning under the idea she would never return, pleading with Millennia to wait inside until the next day and then to seek out Haurchefant.
But Millennia’s love and loyalty often outweighed her sense of logic and the wishes of others. This was not the first time she had disobeyed Maurizia for what Mill deemed as the old woman’s own good.
She raced out into the snow, finding her dear friend quickly. She lay covered in crimson, the snow beneath her stained so deep a red it almost seemed black.
As Millennia’s hands clasped around Maurizia’s, she felt the last of her warmth seeping into her fingertips.
Overwhelmed by grief, what little logic remained in Millennia’s mind crashed and burned as the culprit revealed herself— none other than Tioman, the mate of Nidhogg himself, her jaws and talons still dripping with blood.
Millennia charged at her, her fury so strong the snow beneath her feet melted.
But if it wasn’t for the timely intervention of Haurchefant and several other knights, Millennia would have joined Maurizia in Halone’s halls.
With once again nowhere to go, Millennia pleaded to join the others at Camp Dragonhead, to become a knight of House Fortemps and repay her debt to Haurchefant (despite his insistence he had been the one settling debts earlier). Her wish to ensure Maurizia and others like her were never forgotten led Millennia to pursuing the path of a Warrior-Scholar— arcanists who recorded the deeds of knights in the field, pairing with one knight in particular and penning details down day after day, keeping records of deaths and triumphs alike.
With his own Warrior-Scholar having recently retired, Haurchefant took on Millennia as his new partner. This led to her being something of a confidant, and despite Millennia’s ambition and love of the spotlight, she was perfectly content there. And she was perfectly content to do the things her Commander was unable to or unwilling to do. If it was for him, the man who’d saved her life and given her a cause to fight for, the friend who always had a shoulder to rest her head on and a smile as he listened to her woes and wishes— she’d gladly stain her hands black with blood.
Of course, she quickly learned discretion— her staunch faith in the Fury, knowledge of the Enchiridion, and her bonds with the others in the garrison likely saving her from an Inquisitor’s axe more than once till then— and the last thing she wanted was to be booted out to work for House Dzemael.
This loyalty and pride soon earned her the rather scornful title of the Bastard’s Lapcat for those who viewed her less favorably. Those who liked her a bit more either dubbed her the Silversworn or the Silver-tongue.
Millennia also had a knack for tactics, which she frequently employed in defending Camp Dragonhead or when aiding other encampments. However, she could not predict every eventuality. One day the garrison was rushed by heretics and Dravanians alike, killing indiscriminately and seeming to choose others with the same randomness, forcing dragon’s blood down their throats. The only way to save them from eternal damnation was to end their lives before the transformation took hold.
Aid from the Temple Knights proper arrived a quarter-bell after the attack had begun, but the ground was littered with bodies, friend and foe alike— many struggled to tell some apart.
As the dust settled, Millennia sought out Haurchefant— expressing her anguish and her desperate wish to find an answer— anything that would stop the Dragonsong War. That would keep others from knowing this grief. That might mean their friends had not died in vain. His hope in her led him to quickly hatch a plan with her— once again, she would do what he was unable to do.
She would leave, claiming to be leaving for Eorzea in order to become stronger and earn herself fame and fortune— a chirurgeon had suggested she take the time away for her own health anyhow, he’d claim (and while he wasn’t a chirurgeon, he did make the suggestion to her himself). She’d be bound for the Arcanist’s guild in Limsa Lominsa, and while there, she’d seek answers. Find those who had betrayed them. Seek out threats and eliminate them before they could do any harm. Find strategies, weapons, allies— anything to end the war.
Though, perhaps, he’d only suggested the final objective, Millennia was as usual pleased as punch to do the dirty work, too.
She left but a few days later, swearing to the others to return a hero— and to her dear Commander, to return with an end to the song.
Whilst on the ship, however, Millennia would soon find her plot a bit derailed. Aside from a kind peddler named Brennan, she soon met two men— a midlander and a sea wolf— that seemed ponderously familiar. The hyur— one Garou Moonsteel— was bound for Limsa Lominsa, and the roegadyn— a Gaezfryn Ahtmahsyn— was due for Gridania. Curiously, both of them lacked proper memories as well. Garou was unsure of his motivations other than wanting glory and money (and shiny weaponry and eccentric headwear, but that was neither here nor there), though Gaezfryn had one sentiment he could recall— in his life before he lost his memory, he was a friend to small, soft, horned creatures— which his Moogle friends had suggested may have been the Padjali of the Twelveswood.
The three kicked off a fast friendship, swearing to reunite in Gridania as soon as possible.
While in Limsa Lominsa, Millennia fell in well with others at the Arcanists’ guild— though Millennia was rather ambitious in her efforts and rarely remained in one place for long, occasionally finding herself aiding a few members of the Rogues’ guild. Garou had taken up work at the Marauders’ guild, and so the two oftentimes found themselves working together to help others around Vylbrand with their troubles.
If she was not on work from the Arcanists’ guild or quests prescribed by Baderon, Millennia was doing all she could to find information and win the hearts of the public— that and she did genuinely wish to aid those around her. Easily moved by the plights of others, it wasn’t long before threads connecting those plights began to show. Documents the Rogues’ guild had seized from black market exchanges connected a certain pirate captain, Doesmaga, with slave trading and all manner of other crimes, at the time when the people of Limsa Lominsa were on highest alert. Kidnappings had been rampant in the city, with many believing the Serpent Reavers were behind them.
During their time investigating, they also often found themselves gaining the aid of a raen man named Marius— a short-tempered, no-nonsense sort who seemed to prefer any assignment other than those that kept him near the boisterous Garou and coquettish Millennia. Unluckily for him, however, they seemed to think of him as a good friend, hearing his repeated jabs and protests of annoyance as “banter”. Luckily for him, though, his involvement meant he could much more easily stay behind the scenes with his leads...
Sure enough, with the aid of Marius and a mysterious miqo’te woman, Millennia and Garou were able to uncover the plot and bring those responsible in for questioning— though not before witnessing a larger current beneath the surface. With their strange companion telling them she would seek them out again at a later time, the two were left pondering the identity of this “Y’shtola”.
They then soon found themselves being called in for an audience with the Admiral Merlwyb herself, being gifted a few accoutrements from Baderon for the occasion. During the meeting, their efforts in taking down the human trafficking ring earned them merit, and the Admiral tasked them with meeting other leaders of the former Alliance. However, Millennia collapsed shortly after, a strange dream haunting her unconscious mind. Merlwyb standing on a cliff overlooking a painfully familiar battlefield— but dismissed it as a mere fever dream.
Meet the Mun
Hey everyone! Call me Mitsu! I'm 24 and I'd appreciate if you could use she/her or they/them pronouns for me. I've been RPing for over a decade now, and most of my experience is on Discord or Tumblr.
If you have any questions you are more than welcome to ask me personally ooc!
Millennia is very flirtatious, and while I love shipping, she isn't quick to develop real romantic feelings-- a lot of her feelings towards others are largely physical attraction. I would prefer to RP actual smut on Discord or otherwise privately, and goes without saying only with other adults! I’m happy to provide nsfw information if necessary, just ask!
That said, I would also love to ship with Mill-- I love writing romantic plots! Keep in mind however that unless otherwise stated every relationship is treated as a separate timeline. Please feel free to let me know if you’d like to ship!
Thank you so much for reading!