Lonnie was abandoned as a newborn on the fog-drenched docks of Limsa Lominsa, swaddled in scraps and salt air. Most would’ve passed her by - but fate had other plans. A passing pirate crew found her, and rather than leave her to the streets, they brought her aboard, raising her as one of their own. She learned to walk on a rocking deck, to speak in curses and sea shanties, and to throw a punch before she could read a map. The ship became her cradle, her classroom, her church - and the sea, her first and truest love.
Now grown, she’s a storm on two feet - loud, fiercely loyal, and always ready for a good scrap. Brawling isn’t just sport to her, it’s instinct, and she thrives in the rush of it. Though she’s not the sharpest blade in the rack, her heart is vast and unguarded, worn openly despite the life she's led. She loves the sea, but land calls to a different part of her - curious and untethered, she’s quick to wander, to poke her nose where it doesn’t belong, to stir up a bit of trouble just to see what happens. Morally grey at best, chaotic at worst, she doesn’t pretend to be a hero. But beneath the grin and scars is someone who longs - quietly, deeply—for something more than survival.