my life’s become this grand game of deception
my mind’s ignored all my heart's good intentions

but extend the first sign of genuine connection, platonic or otherwise, and she will make any excuse she can to get out of it. superficial connections are easy to manage, especially with the breadth of experience she has, but anything more tends to have her squirm out of it as quickly as she can. at the heart of it all, she's a liar; her persona and story and everything else is a carefully built facade that she works to maintain. it's not about hiding the truth - she doesn't care if her lies are found out - but about avoiding the conversation completely.all that said - she's not that good at being a loner. her heart's simply too big for it. she'll do just about anything for the people in her life.

( THE FOLLOWING IS OOC INFORMATION, AND NOT COMMON KNOWLEDGE UNLESS PREVIOUSLY DISCUSSED OR AGREED UPON. THANK YOU! )aria forzane is a proud eorzean, born and raised in la noscea, living her childhood dreams as an adventuring scholar. her parents - traveling merchants, now retired by the fields of summerford, are avid fans of her endeavors.or so she tells anyone who asks."aria" is a product of the doman occupation. kanon mizuhiki is a war orphan, as much as she resents the term; her parents were traveling merchants that had made their home all over the ruby sea, raising her and her older brother - hayato. later, she would learn from him that her pride comes from her mother, and her stubbornness from her father; they made quite the pair, he would whisper to her during sleepless nights, when she'd make him tell the same stories about them.( the only memory she has of them is her father pushing her and her brother into the forests of doma, as a garlean soldier pushed their mother to the ground, brandishing his sword. she never finds out why, and hayato never tells her. )she's barely 7 when they stumble to the azim steppe, starving and near-feral, after months of wandering from village to village on the coast that can't take two extra mouths to feed. the tribes are distrustful ( as they often are ), but don't turn away children; they allow the two stay, in exchange for contributing to the tribe. it's here that kanon learns of the war, and of the garleans; she also decides, as children tend to do, that her parents must have been heroes for the garleans to want them dead.and so begins her multi-year quest to fight; which goes as well as one may expect. her brother finds her tangled in a fist fight with the other children too many times to count, holding her back as she screams at him to take that back about their parents. for better or for worse, her efforts are largely dismissed as the far-fetched dreams of a particularly mouthy raen.which means it takes time to get kanon to compromise her dreams; and it comes in the form of leaving entirely. hayato offers her stories and whispers of rebels instead. they don't get much of a farewell party, but they, at the very least, leave on friendly terms.weeks on the road later, they reach kugane; unsurprisingly, the city is nothing like what either of them have ever experienced. for the first time in her entire life, kanon learns to temper her impatience, and to use her words. performance art goes a long way here, the two of them learn; as does reading minute change in expressions, the glint in a patron's eye; they learn the art of persuasion, and, of course, what songs are the most popular with which crowd.-- then finally, finally, whispers of the rebellion reach their ears, and it's her overconfidence that leads them right back into doma. unlike before ( and thus only fueling her impatience ), they even find a group of rebel-hopefuls to join, swapping stories over a campfire of their hardships, their losses, and their hopes.except - when word travels, it travels without direction. they are ambushed by a small group of garlean forces that are tasked with weeding out rebellion hopefuls. they barely put up a fight against a force of well-armed soldiers; their band is separated within minutes, the two of them barely escaping the soldiers through sheer luck. her brother urges them to keep running, to make sure they're safe, until his legs finally give out under him. she finds the gash on his side the same time she asks what's wrong, and hayato draws his last breath not long after.( she still has nightmares; the blood pooling around hayato, her hands glinting black against the moonlight, until it fills up around her, reaching higher and higher until she's drowning, until all she can hear is the whispers of her brother, and her hubris that was their downfall- )she tries to carry out their will - her will, but the rebellion has gone to the ground ( she learns of kaien's death much, much later ). she refuses to return to kugane, for the fear of having patrons ask about her brother. the wilderness only carry the ghosts of her failures with her, and the azim steppe barely give her a second glance when she begs them for help.eorzea is a whim; with no one to check her impulses, it's the only thing she has going for her. she introduces herself to limsa lominsa as aria, and kanon becomes secret she plans to carry to her grave. her head for numbers comes as a surprise, but when the arcanist's guild welcomes her with open arms, aria forzane isn't one to refuse company.