Her generally quiet and reserved personality didn't overshadow what had taken over her entire body. A brand— A tattoo, if you will...everyone was afraid of her for it. It had started at her neck, as a simple stripe encompassing the neck, but then an arrow appeared. Then it began to grow. Slowly, but surely, it covered our hero's body, giving her the mark that would change her life forever until eternity...since she was indeed a l'Cie. If she ever discovered her focus. Or...her "peace" as her father would call it back when she was younger.
He would call one's focus "peace," because once the focus was fulfilled, the person would turn into crystal. A peaceful rest, if you will. That's what it was. This girls' father was a l'Cie as well. He fulfilled his peace...but he didn't turn into crystal. He just simply disappeared. Almost instantaneously after he disappeared, our friend, the hero, turned into a l'Cie with her unique brand. It was like his fate was passed down to her...but she didn't ever know his focus, so why should she know her own focus? But the focus didn't bother her at all.
The people did.
Everyone she loved and adored simply vanished...they didn't want to have anything to do with a l'Cie, thanks to the Purge. She was left alone in a huge mansion, with nothing to do but protect herself. She didn't want to leave— no. Then the PSICOM would surely find her and take her down. She didn't think they knew that she was there yet, but it had been a short amount of time since she had turned into one; they would find out soon. It was a chilling thought to her...the army storming through her house, probably destroying everything and taking her away and killing her. It wasn't right. She wasn't even going to pursue her focus. She would just turn into a Cief and wander everywhere until whatever happens would happen. That was it.
But then something convinced her otherwise. A familiar voice told her to seek out her focus, whatever it may be. It didn't give any advice on how to figure it out or anything, and she was just as in the dark as she was before. A sense of determination replaced that misery that had dominated most of her life. That determination made her think. It made her delve into the events that occurred before or after her becoming a l'Cie. Or maybe even during. But she couldn't remember that, no. There was nothing there but a wisp of a memory. And that wisp wasn't even anything substantial to go upon. If only there were more than a wisp and more than a feeling that drove her to find her focus.