Nico’to is a thief in Ul’dah in search for a villain-focused FC on Mateus!
What I’m looking for:
Anyone who can put this tribeless thief to work.
OOCly, a friendly and welcoming environment.
Illegal trade, transport, trafficking, gambling, prostitution. Maybe a dabble of murder. Specifically notwanting to join an ERP FC. I’m seeking substance with my whimsy. Criminals, reavers and thieves!
18+ / Mature / Dark RP not only welcomed but encouraged.
Casual duty-running for the sake of leveling.
What I offer:
A cocky Keeper with a pair of Ninja blades and really sticky fingers.
Ebonfall is a casual free company located on Mateus server. We’re a group of friends who enjoy the game, whether it’s roleplaying, content or just general silliness. Our members are from all over though we tend to favor evenings in the eastern and pacific time zones. We are an 18 + free company because we’re adults and we do enjoy some adult humor. This is not an ERP centered FC however. The main things are to have fun and achieve our goals along with it, whether those are RP or content related.
Housing: The Mist, Ward 11 Plot 31
Type: Casual RP/PvE content
What We Bring to the Table:
We have a schedule of events though it isn’t a stringent every night thing where it feels like a job. Events tend to be based on interest and are flexible to ensure we’re keeping things fresh. RP wise we seek to build connections both within the FC and with friends outside the FC. Ebonfall has a social LS open to friends of the FC as well as a discord that is open to members and friends alike. We try to even out content and RP so neither one is a sole focus.
As far as RP goes there is no theme or overhanging story for the FC. This leaves things open for members to have characters with many different goals and themes. We will be running short story arcs and other RP ideas as things progress with opportunities for members and friends to become involved and build connections. We’re also open to ideas from members if people want to get plots moving for their own characters. There is a roll system in the works for combat however within reason we’re open to other methods or free form depending on the event.
For content we have those who enjoy the more casual things like old content for mounts and glamour as well as those looking to run the current dungeons and raids. Regular roulette runs and other daily dungeons are also something people engage in frequently. We also have people with the knowledge to teach and guide as well as for content and willing to help with character development ideas.
What or Who We’re Looking For:
Casual people interested in good fun and good friendships. People who are interested in getting back what they put forward. We encourage people to join us in voice and laugh at the memes and silly posts as much as offer fresh ideas and new approaches for things so we can grow together as a group and have a good time doing it.
Those interested can find one of us in game, put an application in through the FC panel or ask questions here. We’ll be happy to get back to you within a couple days at most and chat with you about your interest in the free company.
Marital Status: Single, uninterested in marriage, but flirty
Server: Mateus
Appearance:
Hair: Gold with white highlights
Eyes: Bright gold
Height: 5'4"
Build: Average build
Distinguishing Features: K'huru has pale blueish tattoos covering both his arms depicting arcane symbols. Whether they show or not, he does not seem to care.
Personal:
Profession: Field Researcher, with concentration on Ancient Magecraft and Aetherology
Hobbies: Studying, fencing, and sketching (mainly diagrams or figures)
Languages: Common and basic reading of antiquated languages (Amdapori, Mhachi, Nymian)
Residence: Owns a private Study in the Lavender Beds
Studium Graduate: K’huru was one of those few who braved the curriculum of the prestigious Studium in Sharlayan with a focus on Aetherology and other such subjects pertaining to the art of magic. If you were one such student as well, perhaps you had shared a few classes or lectures with this normally reclusive Seeker.
Field Researcher: While primarily, K'huru works for his project superiors, he does offer to take up side projects that people should need while in Eorzea. If any aetheric or magecraft-related issues need a scholarly eye, he will more than likely attempt to help unravel it…most times with some ulterior motive. Or are you perhaps another scholar who wishes to share a discussion with K’huru?
Wanderlust and curious nature: K'huru’s main motivations to become a field researcher were his desires to learn all that he can, and to see the world that he has only read about with his own eyes. The combination of these motivations often leads to the miqo'te being more than eager to seek adventures with new companions whose stories he may be able to glean some insight from.
Too good to be true: A relatively young graduate of the Studium, knowledgeable in many subjects, and a writer of theorems and hypotheses recognized by many of his peers with a gift for magic. A combination of these blessings and talents seem almost too good to be true. What few may see is that these had come at a price. What did it cost this Seeker in pursuit of the wisdom that he so craved? Tis nothing minor, that is guaranteed.
What I’m looking for:
Primarily, I would prefer to roleplay on discord or this tumblr, given that my schedule tends to fluctuate enough to make my time in-game inconsistent. However, if you do desire to rp in-game, send me a message, and we can try to arrange that.
That being said, anything goes with me. I am open to most if not all kinds of plots you would want to throw at my muse.
I do ask though that you keep in mind that the way my muse acts and thinks of your character does not necessarily reflect the way I do OOC.
OOC'ly, I am:
20 years old, male irl, currently using PST, but I move back and forth halfway across the world during certain breaks and vacations to an area that is GMT +10 to visit family and friends. As I said, my schedule is usually very inconsistent, but that can be easily cleared up through a message or two.
If I take a while to reply, do not message you back, or am not the first to start a conversation, please send me a quick PM back! The lack of replies doesn’t mean I have anything against you, I’m just naturally rather forgetful and shy, so please keep that in mind.
Thisis a side blog, so keep that in mind please. I follow from my main blog nine-tailed-stupid-fox, which you can feel free to follow as well if memes, shitposts, and very occasional aesthetics are your thing.
Until April 23, your Balmung LFRP post will still go on my main blog, @ffxiv-balmung-rp even if you tag @ffxiv-crystal-rp. Once world visits are a thing, I will be reblogging them to the Crystal blog as well. So excite!
Be sure to put your home server in the text of the post so I can reblog!
This goes for events, FCs, and LS too!
For ease of discovery, I use the tags: ffxiv rp, [individual server name], [server] rp events, [server] free companies, [server] linkshells, and lfrp [server] if you want to follow any of those tags specifically.
Aliases:Grumpy Dragon (by close friends), The Primal Killer
Birthday:5th Sun of the 5th Umbral Moon (October 5th)
Race:Au Ra, Xaela | Great Wyrm/Dragon (Genetically modified by Garlean Experiments)
Gender:Masculine, Male (He/His/Him Pronouns)
Sexuality:Demisexual, Polyamorous, Demiromantic
Notes on his Sexuality/Romantic Side:Jacques is categorized as a demisexual with strong homosexual or androsexual leanings. He is open to sexual activities but only once he has forged a strong enough emotional bond with the person that he will have sex with (Such as his partners P’shali and Swath for example), he simply prefers men in most cases. This also ties into him being Demiromantic as he has to have that strong emotional bond before he feels any such love/romantic attraction to a partner. (Thanks to @talechaser-ffxiv for helping me out on this one!)
Marital Status: Single
Alignment:Chaotic Neutral for the most part, he can sometimes delve into Chaotic Evil if situations come up that break him. He can also lean into just straight up neutral.
Server:Mateus
Canon Divergent: For the most part, I do my best to keep Jacques as best as I can leaning into the lore of the game. However, him being what he is (IE: he can turn into what is essentially a ‘primal’ of sorts) is more than just a bit lore breakery. This rarely comes up in RP unless the person that I am RPing with is comfortable with it obviously and it is something that I keep very well guarded. Overall I am a person who tries her best to keep things lore and canon friendly but I am very open to the ‘screw this’ option as well since myself and my IRL partner often times fall into that category with our RPs. Never be afraid to ask if I’m open or okay with something folks <3
Physical Appearance ––– –
You can find more detailed information about certain things on Jacques’ character page. Specifically his scales, horns, etc.
Hair:Jacques’ hair is actually extremely long, when he doesn’t have it up in the ponytail and braided it reaches down to just below the base of his tail. His hair is very silky and soft as well since he generally tends to put a lot of care into it. Color wise, Jacques’ hair is a very brilliant silver color which shimmers in the right lighting and has a slight iridescence to it. His hair also has very light aquamarine/teal (mako colored if you would) highlights in it though they are hard to truly notice.
Eyes:Jacques has very bright Aquamarine/Teal (Once again a ‘mako’ color if you would) eyes by default with a very bright Teal Limbal ring around them. However, because of events one of Jacques’ eyes has turned into that of a Great Wyrm to tie him into his dragon form. His left eye is his wyrm eye and it appears a lot like the eye of Hraesvelgr or Nidhogg in terms of looks with the colors ranging from Reds/Crimsons, Oranges, Purples and Blacks to tie it into his ties with Bahamut, Nidhogg and Midgardsormr. His right eye is his normal eye which is the Teal coloration mentioned previously.
Height:Jacques is a giant standing at a tall 7 foot 1 inches (The maximum height for Au Ra), the only things that are usually taller than him are Roegadyn’s and even then it’s not by much.
Build:Jacques is a very muscular and toned male Au Ra, he’s got broad shoulders and tends to have a slight ‘taper’ to his waistline, a sorta hour-glass look to it really but nothing to the extreme. His arms and legs are both extremely muscular due to constant battles and fighting on the front lines. Generally speaking he’s basically a very athletic build and his many years that he’s spent fighting show through either his choice in armor (Which is generally form fitting) or in his more ‘casual’ attire which he doesn’t often go around in. Basically he’s a big, buff dragon man who can probably break anyone in two if they pissed him off enough.
Distinguishing Marks: The major things to note about Jacques would be that he has far more scales than your typical Au Ra. The entire lower half of his arms from the elbow down are covered in thick scales with plating along the backs of them (from the elbow down to the back of his hand basically) and the same is said for his lower legs which also have dragon like feet instead of normal humanoid feet. Jacques’ facial scales are mostly around his eyes with small ‘stripes’ on his cheeks, his entire back starting from the top of his neck is covered in scales with an alligator/crocodile like appearance to them (chutes if you would) and they wrap slightly around his sides. These scales carry all the way down to his tail which is longer than your typical Au Ra tail and it ends in a large flail/fin. Honestly a good idea of his appearance would be this piece that I recently did of him.
Common Accessories: While Jacques isn’t the sort to actually wear jewelry in recent days he has taken to wearing a singular ring on his left (our right) hand, the reasons behind this aren’t really known at the moment but it ties into his relationship with P'shali Talechaser and Swath Lodestone. Other than the ring on his hand he will sometimes wear ‘earrings’ which will hang down from the base of his original horns, these tend to vary and depend on his current mood so to speak.
Additional Features: Basically looking at the image above for an example of what he looks like he has dragon like feet which have ‘toe beans’ (AKA Paw pads) on the bottom, more scales than your typical Au Ra. His tail is longer and has a long line of spines that run down the length of it as well as a fin like flail at the end. Three sets of horns and a large scar over his chest. Not shown is the more recent scarring around his Left Eye (Wyrm eye) due to taking a straight up gun blast to the face.
Personal ––– –
Profession:Sort of a Mercenary for ‘hire’ so to speak but otherwise he really doesn’t have a profession at this point.
Hobbies:Crafting housing items and general carpentry. He loves cooking and more specifically baking and making elaborate dinners. Fishing in his spare time is a big one as well, lastly he loves singing when he is alone.
Languages:Common, Draconic
Residence:Could be considered a Drifter, but has a house in The Mist with his partners Swath and P’shali
Birthplace:Rumored to have been in Ivalice (Potentially Rabanastre) but he doesn’t know for certain
Religion:For the most part Jacques doesn’t really have any sort of Religious beliefs nor does he really care too much about it.
Patron Deity: Azeyma, the Warden
Fears:Failure, Betrayal, Losing himself to madness, losing his mind, falling to insanity, Hurting his Loved ones
Relationships ––– -
Spouse(s):P’shali Talechaser and Swath Lodestone (While not married it’s pretty much a given that they are basically spouses by this point), Polyamorous relationship.
Children:None
Parents: Unknown, his parents were killed when he was young and he doesn’t remember them.
Siblings:None
Other Relatives: None
Pets:Erebos (Black Chocobo, Retired Racing Bo and now Fighter), Midgardsormr (Grumpy Great times a Thousand Grandpa companion)
Traits ––– -
Extroverted / In Between / Introverted
Disorganized / In Between / Organized
Close Minded / In Between / Open Minded
Calm / In Between / Anxious
Disagreeable / In Between / Agreeable
Cautious / In Between / Reckless
Patient / In Between / Impatient
Outspoken / In Between / Reserved
Leader / In Between / Follower
Empathetic / In Between / Apathetic
Optimistic / In Between / Pessimistic
Traditional / In Between / Modern
Hard-working / In Between / Lazy
Cultured / In Between / Uncultured
Loyal / In Between / Disloyal
Faithful / In Between / Unfaithful
Additional information ––– –
Smoking Habit: Jacques is a very heavy smoker though he tends to try and keep his smoking to more private areas so not to disturb anyone around him. He’ll smoke a lot when he is stressed or simply having a bad day in general. It helps to not only calm him but to take his mind off of everything happening around him. Drugs:Nope, Jacques hates any sort of narcotic due to his past. He has good reason to not trust any such things and will avoid them. If he is pushed to try them he can easily lose his temper and lash out violently. Alcohol:While he doesn’t heavily drink, Jacques has been known to toss down a drink or two when in good company. He tends to however prefer actually drinking things like Teas over any sort of Alcoholic beverage.
RP Hooks ––– –
Honestly, when it comes to Jacques I am open for anything really. I can’t really think of ‘hooks’ per-say so it’s often hard for me to think of situations or settings. I tend to be very open with my Role-play and I do not mind plotting things out, I’m pretty much an anything goes kind of person so long as it’s okay with both parties. Jacques’ RP’s can be either very fun and slice of life to dark and brutal depending on what anyone wants. So really, all anyone needs to do is ask and we can see about setting things up! Basically, I’m all for plotting out things and just going from there! Whatever works for my RP partners and the like, I’m pretty much okay with just about anything and everything lol doesn’t matter if it’s fluff/fun times or dark themed. I’m game!
The major things that I ask is that characters don’t know too much about Jacques (IE: his capability to transform into a dragon, the Wyrm Eye [Though this can come up in RP since he doesn’t cover it anymore] or just things that they shouldn’t know upon a first meeting), rumors and such are fine (Such as people whispering about the massive dragon that attacked Foundation during the events of the Vault or the dragon that killed Nidhogg, etc.) but characters knowing too much are a bit of a turn off. Jacques isn’t the sort to go out and just let all of this information out for the world to hear, he’s very secretive and keeps so much hidden just so that he feels ‘safe’.
On another note, while Jacques is with both P’shali and Swath their relationship is open meaning that he is very much okay with having more ‘mature’ moments with people whom might catch his interest. Any romantic relationships or anything that might come up from such things will be kept separate in their own ‘story’ so that things won’t get too confusing obviously.
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Contact Information ––– –
For the most part Tumblr DM’s, Asks or Submissions are the best way to get my attention or to spark an RP. Other than that, Tells in game if I am online will also be a means to get into contact with me. If you wish to contact Jacques in game please message me on Tumblr first before doing so. I do not share my Discord with people as it is a safe space for me and I prefer keeping it private to people that I feel are a good fit and good friends.
On that note I tend to be very shy and hesitant with RPing with people I have not RP’d with before. So please bear with me if I seem hesitant to RP with you if I do not know you, ESPECIALLY if it is a more mature RP. I am glad you enjoy my character(s) but I’m still learning how to be more involved in the community and not have major anxiety whenever I speak to new people.
Eyes:Blue with darker limbal rings. His right eye is slightly cloudy
Height:7 fulms, 3 ilms
Build:Tall, muscular and stocky. Built for strength instead of speed. His physique has been honed by harsh physical labor, not rigorous training
Distinguishing Marks: The roughest, ugliest, most calloused hands you’ve ever seen. A faint scar divides his right eyebrow
Common Appearance: He favors practical clothing that allows full range of movement, as well as preferring simple slippers over wooden sandals or Eorzean boots. When work demands it, he carries various chisels and hammers in a plain satchel. He also wears an old katana on his belt. He often looks tired or pensive, with some early onset wrinkles about his eyes.
PERSONAL ––– –
Profession:Carpentry, primarily bowmaking and arrow crafting. He has some experience with metalworking
Languages:HyurCommon, knows as much ancient Hingan as any other native
Residence:Either hisfamily homestead or an apartment in Shirogane
Birthplace:Yanxia
Religion:The Kami
Fears:Failure, humiliating himself, earning punishments for others, change
RELATIONSHIPS ––– -
Spouse:None
Children:None
Parents:Father (deceased), mother
Siblings:Two older brothers (deceased), two younger sisters
Other Relatives: Various aunts, uncles and grandparents
Pets:None
TRAITS ––– -
Extroverted / In Between / Introverted
Disorganized / In Between / Organized
Close Minded / In Between / Open Minded
Calm / In Between / Anxious
Disagreeable / In Between / Agreeable
Cautious/ In Between / Reckless
Patient/ In Between / Impatient
Outspoken / In Between / Reserved
Leader / In Between / Follower
Empathetic / In Between / Apathetic
Optimistic / In Between / Pessimistic
Traditional/ In Between / Modern
Hard-working / In Between / Lazy
Cultured / In Between / Uncultured
Loyal / In Between / Disloyal
Faithful/ In Between / Unfaithful
ADDITIONAL INFORMATION ––– –
Smoking Habit: Never Drugs:Never Alcohol:Sometimes
RP HOOKS ––– –
Culture shock: While he’s dealt with foreigners in Kugane and during the reconstruction of Doma, he’s sorely inexperienced when it comes to living and working in Eorzea. Sometimes he can’t spot the difference between an overly-friendly stranger and a charismatic pickpocket trying to get his coin, or he finds himself confused about which drink to order at a bar, or he enlists at the adventurer’s guild and is tasked with finding/slaying something he’s never seen before… Whatever the case, he could probably use a hand.
Rebuilding after the war: With the Imperials driven out of Othard, Sakyo hardly knows what to do with his newfound freedoms. Though there’s a looming expectation that he will one day resume the family craft, right now he’s too troubled by his own lack of participation in the war and instead directs his efforts to aiding the the Doman reconstruction and the Ala Mhigans. He also delivers homemade sundries and supplies to the Azim Steppe as a means of honoring the Xaela’s role in the liberation of his homeland.
Far Eastern activities: Doing handiwork for villagers or wealthy lords, visiting or working to maintain temples, paying respects to kami, partaking in ceremonies, making an exquisite pair of geta for an aspiring maiko, crafting offerings to appease shrine spirits, anything and everything.
Be a hero: I’m 100% down to have your character come to Sakyo’s rescue. Maybe he’s pushed himself too hard and he’s been ambushed by a pack of hungry wolves on the Steppe, or he’s encountered a marlboro for the first time and has succumbed to its bad breath. Anything you like really. I’m flexible. In reverse, perhaps some outsider finds themselves stranded/injured/lost/forced into hiding/otherwise stuck in Sakyo’s quiet village and must remain there until they are able to leave. I’ll admit I’m a sucker for this trope.
Casual hook-ups, one-night stands, smut: It isn’t a common occurrence but Sakyo will occasionally seek out release. He views it as a professional, mutually beneficial arrangement and keeps himself emotionally distant. That said, I’m extremely picky about my gratuitous smut and would rather find a way to make the approach believable IC instead of just jumping in. This could be anything from old friends with benefits, to an adventuring comrade looking to relieve stress, to a private visit to an actual brothel somewhere. It just needs something to build on otherwise I lose interest.Players and characters need to be 18+ before this becomes an option.
CONTACT INFORMATION and OOC NOTES ––– –
Player is 21+, EST, and online a decent amount but always grinding my soul away in Eureka.
I like doing things besides RP! Dungeons, raids, maps, etc.
I’m open to Discord RP so send me a Tumblr msg if that interests you. You can also reach me in game on Mateus.
I’m new to FFXIV RP so feel free to correct any mistakes I make. I’d honestly appreciate the help since I’m a casual RPer who’s more familiar with forum/journal/tumblr RP. I can be slow with in-game replies and I’m very sorry about that! I tend to overthink things when I know someone is standing there actively waiting on a response. I also usually hit the text limit and spend a lot of time rewording things to fit… I’m hoping to improve with practice!
If the above hooks don’t work, hmu and let’s figure something out!
Distinguishing Marks: Apart from the stature and a rather youthful face there are no particular marks about his figure, at a first glance.
Common Accessories: Gloves, that he appears to wear at all times and in any situation, usually fingerless. He generally has at least a small notepad and a stylus hidden somewhere on his person, and often carries a waterskin with him. Rarely seen unarmed.
Personal ––– –
Profession:Adventurer, of sorts; Odd jobs, Flames contractor; Meddler.
Hobbies: Studying Aether in its various forms and applications, reading, learning as much as possible about the world, learning about Magitek, gazing at the stars, travelling, exploring, making friends, tea drinking.
Residence:Limsa Lominsa / Ul’dah.
Birthplace:Omissis.
Religion:None.
Patron Deity: None?
Fears: Being powerless, finding himself in situations where he has no control, losing what he holds dear, his past.
Traits ––– -
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Extroverted/ In Between / Introverted
Disorganized/ In Between / Organized
Close Minded / In Between / Open Minded
Calm/In Between / Anxious
Disagreeable / In Between / Agreeable
Cautious / In Between / Reckless
Patient / In Between / Impatient
Outspoken / In Between / Reserved
Leader / In Between / Follower
Empathetic/ In Between / Apathetic
Optimistic/In Between / Pessimistic
Traditional /In Between / Modern
Hard-working / In Between / Lazy
Cultured / In Between / Uncultured
Loyal / In Between / Disloyal
Faithful / In Between / Unfaithful
Additional information ––– –
Smoking Habit: No.
Drugs:No.
Alcohol:Sometimes.
Socialite: Seirun is an extroverted, friendly hyur, always ready to lend a hand to those stumbling in his way (if it doesn’t cost him too much), and butting into situations and problems that are none of his business (often much to the irritation of the bystanders). He finds himself at ease in social situations, and his mannerism and vocabulary seems to flow and change with ease as the situation demands, from the most formal etiquette of noble gatherings to the tuggish and lowlife cant of the darkest corners of Ul’dah. He is quite opinionated, and hardly ever afraid to share his opinions with the world at large on all and every subject.
Reserved on his past: He doesn’t often talk about his past, and if pressed tries to dodge questions and change topic as quickly as he can. It is quite difficult for him to open up about it, and will only do so with those he considers closest and most trustworthy.
Endless Curiosity: He seems to posses an endless curiosity for the world and everything in it; demonstrating knowledge he does not posses is a sure way to get his attention… as well as countless questions.
RP Hooks ––– –
Ul’Dah Based - He is not quite a fixture of the city, but is nonetheless generally easy to find him around Ul’Dah, especially resting and trying to find someone to bombard with questions in and around the Quicksands, where most adventurers seem to converge.
Socialite - It is quite possible that, if there is a social event and he heard about it, the minute hyur could be found there, doing what he does best and trying to mingle and make acquaintances.
Aether study - He has an almost inextinguishable thirst for knowledge, especially about everything related to the Aether. Anyone offering knowledge in the field is sure to attract his attention, as well as his countless questions.
Flames Contractor, Adventurer - Although not quite an Immortal Flame as of yet he is an external contractor, often taking bounties and missions from the board, generally patrolling around Ul’dah. He could certainly be interested in more exotic and dangerous expeditions as well, should the opportunity present itself.
Storyteller - Seirun adores making up and sharing stories. He will gladly partake in the activity with anyone that nudges him or displays the inclination.
Contact Information And OOC Notes ––– –
Message me on tumblr, or in game on Seirun Devir on Mateus.
Thank you for checking out my character’s (muse?) blog! Is still a work in progress so do not be alarmed if it changes several times in the coming days (hopefully for the better). I am looking for all kinds of connections, contacts, RP partners and so on for Seirun, my little Hyur on Mateus. I prefer mature, dark themed and complex RP, but am open for anything really!
I like coherent RP the most, I usually never decide what is supposed to happen to my characters in advance, I prefer to mold them around ideas and personalities and see where it brings them interacting with others. I am open to most ideas, including the death of my characters, as long as there is appropriate discussion and communication between the parties involved; I am not a fan of godmodding though, nor of godlike characters and the likes I am afraid, so perhaps that is something to keep in mind? Not sure. Anyway feel free to hit me up with anything, worst case scenario I will refuse a scene, but will make sure to give you at least the reasons! I am open to RP on Discord too if need be and we already established contact, but keep in mind I am from the EU (although I mostly live by american hours) and work 6 days a week.
Now, a little something about myself. My name is Simone (don’t think about it too much, it’s just Simon, but in Italian), and I have been RPing on various formats for more than a good two decades. I have… a number of issues relating to people OOCly, ranging from personal problems that I have yet to work out. I have severe social anxiety and insecurities, as well as severe trust problems and… more. Please do not be offended if I keep my distance OOCly, I am just… not very socially able, unlike my toon. But I will try to reply and answer everything I can!
⌖NAME;yozora kazetani (born), yozora aan vilius ( during forced conscription ), yozora ken (current).
⌖AGE;twenty summers.
⌖APPEARANCE;yozora has white-blonde hair ( dyed; naturally black ), is of a slim but toned build, is approximately 5′6″, and has ever so slightly tanned skin. he has total heterochromia iridium, possessing one eye of a red-brown hue whilst the other, lacking in pigmentation, is blue. after fleeing from his garlean captors, he was mauled by a tiger, an incident that almost cost him his life and left him disfigured. he sports claw wounds across his nose and cheeks and his right arm is covered in countless claw wounds and bite indentations.
⌖RESIDENCE;yanxia(born), sandong ( current, since his escape from the garlean army ), often stationed in various locations around eorzea and the far east.
⌖FAMILY;hisayo kazetani (mother), junto kazetani (father), riku kazetani ( twin brother, sans heterochromia ),kwanghee ken ( best friend, combat partner, and significant other ).
⌖SPOKEN LANGUAGES;fluent in doman and conversational in sandongi. is trying his darnedest to get better at common ( something that he is, admittedly, much better at understanding than he is at speaking ).
⌖PERSONALITY;despite all that has befallen him, yozora remains largely optimistic and welcoming - the seeming opposite of his far more quite, reserved, and serious brother. he is noted for his faith in his abilities and his ability to better himself, as well as being increasingly eager to acquire new skills in order to better serve the people to whom he owes his life. in combat situations, his entire demeanour changes, becoming stiff lipped when awaiting commands and fierce in battle, the recollection of every slaughtered ken - his anger and his hurt - causing adrenaline to flood him. he is equally an effective solo fighter and member of a unit. unfortunately, when yozora is experiencing a dip in his mental well-being, he experiences great difficulty in hiding it. during such times, he will be become noticeably paranoid / anxious, quick to upset, tearful, and will attempt to isolate himself - a world away from how he so commonly appears.
⌖OCCUPATIONS;member of the ken ( one of many of sandong’s tribes; serves as the region’s army ), hitman for hire, temporary security at the wanderer’s rest in gridania by request of yinsol mal.
⌖FOR MORE INFO…sandong lore carrd in the works! i will update with a link once enough information is written up to warrant publishing. in the meantime, however… sandong is a region of my own design. it is located in the mountainous region beyond the azime steppe and is inhabited by hyur and miq’ote ( who the sandongi call “ goya “ ). it is based upon nepal and rural / the mountain villages of south korea. much of the aesthetics and culture draw from these regions. its name translates, quite literally, to “ east mountain “. gil nor any other form of currency is used here. instead, materials, services, and products are traded. the people do not live as a plethora of families but instead become members of the tribe that best fits their character or abilities.
feel free to inbox / im me or drop me a line on discord if you really want to listen to me ramble more. knowing about sandong is by no means required to interact with any of my characters from there and i can explain anything that ends up being relevant or otherwise brought up during the interaction itself.
OOC
⌖MY NAME ISreiga / rei. i am a twenty three year old guy ( he / him / his ) from manchester, england. i never shut up about being bisexual, autistic, and disabled and i’m currently in my final year of a equal honours bachelor’s degree in english and education studies ( education-relevant law, linguistics, and sociology ). i’ve been roleplaying since 2005 / 2006 but only really got serious about it in 2009. i also cosplay. because of course i do.
⌖I ROLEPLAYin-game( just /tell me, even if i don’t have my rp tag on ) as well as on discord ( ✝✝ `ᴇɪɢᴀ.#0013 ) and tumblr. i prefer to do shorter, more winging it kinda stuff in-game and longer, more plotted stuff over discord / tumblr. i am not the fastest of repliers. please be patient with me.
⌖I AM OPEN TOall kinds of roleplay, including things such as murder, gore, and abuse. for yozora, i would absolutely love for him to meet some eorzeans who can teach him about the region and perhaps even help him learn common but as always, i’d love to interact with any kind of character! notice: i will not roleplay rape / noncon / dubcon / sexual abuse, pedophilia / ephebophilia, and bones breaking / eye trauma. i will be extremely selective with roleplay involving icly anti-lgbt+ or racist content.
We at the Autumn’s Solace wish to offer a welcome to those that do not have a roof over their heads to come eat, rest in a comfortable bed and relax with a good book from our extensive library. Everything is free - No need to pay for our food or to sleep in our beds.
So come and stay a while, get yourself on your feet. We’re here to help you.
OOC: Alright friends, we are back! - This is the date of our March event! Come by, get some freshly battered fish and chips!
Hair:Hip-length, rich dark brown, and typically tied off at the end
Eyes:Bright red with darker red limbal rings
Height:5ft
Build:Lean, very little muscle
Distinguishing Marks: Black scales and horns
Common Accessories: Occasionally wears feathers and beads in her hair
Personal ––– –
Profession:Novice thaumaturge
Hobbies:Starting fires, running, climbing trees
Residence:Ul’dah
Birthplace:Azim Steppe
Religion:Monotheism
Patron Deity: Nhaama the Dusk Mother
Fears:Imprisonment
Relationships ––– -
Spouse:None
Children:None
Parents:Tarkan & Qaranai Mierqid
Siblings:None
Other Relatives: None to note
Pets:Altani - Chocobo
Traits ––– -
* Bold your character’s answer.
Extroverted / In Between / Introverted
Disorganized / In Between / Organized
Close Minded / In Between / Open Minded
Calm / In Between / Anxious
Disagreeable/ In Between / Agreeable
Cautious / In Between / Reckless
Patient / In Between / Impatient
Outspoken / In Between / Reserved
Leader/ In Between / Follower
Empathetic / In Between / Apathetic
Optimistic / In Between / Pessimistic
Traditional / In Between / Modern
Hard-working / In Between / Lazy
Cultured/ In Between / Uncultured
Loyal / In Between / Disloyal
Faithful / In Between / Unfaithful
Additional information ––– –
Smoking Habit: Abstains
Drugs:Abstains
Alcohol:Occasional use
RP Hooks ––– –
You’ve seen her in Reunion at annual meets
You’re a Mierqid Xaela from her tribe (DM me if interested!)
You’re a resident of Ul’dah and seen her in passing at the market or inn
Contact Information ––– –
I prefer to RP in game first and foremost; I’m Nekhii Mierqid on the Mateus server. I can also RP on tumblr via prompts, but I am a bit slower there as I try to figure out how to word my posts. I’m shy and anxious, but I’ll do my best!
Hair: Medium in length and Umber, it is parted in a way so that the thick of it falls to the right. Strands stick up here and there, it might be considered disheveled; this is done purposefully, as time is precious. It is silken to the touch.
Eyes: Burnt Orange optics with slitted pupils, much reminiscent of the dragon’s from which he is descended. Black stains the sclera where white would typically be seen.
Height: 7 Fulm, 2 Ilm ( 7′ 2″ )
Physique: Large biceps, chiseled pecs and abs. The Xaela is built from his constant efforts to remain in top shape, especially so since most of his Gil is gained protecting others or from chasing after bounties.
Dominant Hand:Right.
Posture:He tends to stand up straight and rigid, some would consider him to have a ‘stick up his ass’.
Scars:They litter his body, telling a story of a warrior. The largest one is jagged and runs along his left pectoral, stops just above his abdominal muscles.
Distinguishing Features: Unlike most Xaela, where obsidian scales would normally be present, his are cracked and flowing with lava. They are hot to the touch, though not enough where they will burn.
Profession:Formerly a Dragoon for the Ishgardian Forces || Bounty Hunter and Sell Sword
Affiliation: None at present.
Languages: Eorzean, Doman, Xaelic.
Residence: Taverns strewn throughout Eorzea, predominantly in Ul’Dah
Birthplace: Doma, before it was razed by Garlean Forces.
Hidden Amoung Shadows: There might have been a time when Kurasa wished to be seen, when he made a point to show his scales off and revel in the attention. Now, he tends to stick to the shadows or remains in his own company, oft wearing a hood to hide his features.
Flawed Moral Compass: While he may seem like any other person, Kurasa is quite capable of committing heinous acts; an example would be how he became a Dravanian Spy during the Dragonsong War. How many innocents died due to his actions? A thought that would haunt normal people, but Kurasa sleeps just fine.
Short Trigger: Perhaps it is the dragon blood that runs through his veins, perhaps he was simply borne that way, but Kurasa has an extremely short trigger when it comes to his temper. As he’s gotten older, he’s done his best to reign it in, but he will still beat heads if provoked enough.
Mistrusting to a Fault: Due to all that he has been through, Kurasa trusts none but himself. He has seen how quickly people turn on one another, how easily they come to assumptions. The man has seen the absolute worst of people and would rather not trust another to save his hide.
Are You Really That Smug?: Once his barriers have been breached, his smug attitude and belief in his own capabilities come to the surface. Kurasa knowsthat he is good looking, that he is good in battle and in bed, and he won’t let another tell him otherwise.
Frisky Under the Influence: Though not an every day occurrence, the man can often be seen in the corner of a tavern, pounding back the drinks…which probably garners more attention than it should. But with drink in his system, he becomes much more open and social, which leads to a new bed partner. But upon waking, he is his normal self, extremely ticked and grumpy despite just having got laid.
Preferred Sexual Role: submissive| dominant | switch | sex repulsed
Libido:Over-Active.
Turn On’s: Thoughtful || Witty || Good with a Sword || Sarcastic || Hard to Get
Turn Off’s:Clingy || Selfish || Overly Cruel ( there is a line ) || Debauchee ( he’s not into romancing someone who is all too willing to sleep with him )
Love Language: Time Spent Alone || Physical Touches || Protective
Relationship Tendencies: Due to his mistrust, Kurasa would do his best to avoid the person all together; they would have to be stubborn and continually come around in order for him to open up. Eventually, the Xaela will begin to open up, once he sees they are not there to cause him harm and they accept him for who he has become. Will become a protector, a shadow that looks over them and ensures their safety. Once he loves, he will love them alone.
Hobbies:Sword Play, Training, Climbing Waterfalls, Reading, Drinking ( Tea and Alcohol ), Eating, Listening to Music, Wandering.
Likes:Cold climates, Animals, Waterfalls, Teas, Rain, Various Shades of Black, Cooking, Fighting, Flowers, Mountains, Fire, Gil.
Dislikes:Small Spaces, Long Conversations, Threats, Blood Stained Clothes, Garleans and Ishgardians.
Fears: His Sister Dying, Being Vulnerable, Drowning.
Positive Personality Traits: Loyal, Passionate and Battle Hardened.
Negative Personality Traits: Cynical, Sarcastic and Violent.
Sword for Hire: Or more specifically, a glaive. Kurasa will do just about anything to put Gil into his pocket; in regards to killing or protecting, that is. But unless the person has won his loyalty, there is a chance he’ll turn on them in favor of a higher counter offer.
Blood of the Dragon: The Orl Clan was persecuted and primarily killed off because the Ishgardians believed them to be in line with their dragon ancestors: one look at Kurasa and, although not proven, one might think he truly did descend from the creatures. Cracked obsidian scales that flow with lava, slitted eyes, and fanged teeth. He portrays an intimidating picture.
Battle Hardened Warrior: Kurasa is the epitome of a person that has been hardened by battle, and by fate. There could be no better person to fight at your side, as he is skilled in not only his glaive but a multitude of other weapons. He’s one of the first to rush into the fray and it’s quite hard to take him down.
Lover of Tea: When the Xaela is able, he enjoys being able to sit down with a steaming cup of tea and let the days troubles wash from his person. It’s strange to see him do so and often, he’ll get looks of confusion when ordering, but who gives a shit?
A Slight Alcoholic: Then there is the opposite of the tea love, which is his need to drown his emotions in alcohol. Unfortunately when Kurasa drinks enough, he becomes a very open and affectionate person, which oft leads to him waking up with another in his bed.
Nature Lover: The best way he found to keep his body in shape, is to test his strength against what nature has to offer. Climbing cliffs and waterfalls gives the Xaela a full body work out and when he is done, he can sit amoungst the flowers and animals, and relax. There is nothing quite like feeling the sun beat down and the cool breeze against sweat stained skin.
Please be advised, this blog contains mature content that is not suitable for those under the age of 21.
I Roleplay: Pretty much anything! Subjects such as kidnappings, torture ( there is a fine line to tread ), and romance are acceptable but only when previously discussed and both parties are willing to participate.
I do not roleplay: Permanent character death, rape plots, polygamous relationships, god-modding, power-playing, and ERP. I am simply not interested in any of these, it is not meant as a personal insult.
Pleasefeel free to approach! I love to create stories. That is what roleplay is about, no? If you can somehow see your character fit into Kurasa’s life in some fashion, I am all ears. You’re welcome to message me, even if I do not follow you, and I will do my best to respond!
Please don’t take information from me. While I did not write the events that his story is heavily based upon, Kurasa is of my own creation and I have worked very hard on him.
Iam a shy bean who is just starting out with this character - he demanded I tell his story and that is the purpose of all this.
I am notmy character. Kurasa does things of his own volition and although I might say something, that does not dictate his actions in the slightest.
In Game: Kurasa Orl
World: Mateus ( Crystal Data Center )
Discord:Given upon request.
Style: I’m a multi-paragraph writer, though sometimes I will write more or less depending on what I am going to work with.
(I wrote this blurb because the quests completely inspired me, however, I’m also falling asleep so don’t expect much, lmao. It’s not done.)
He’d left her.
He’d actually left here there, like a jackass.
The timing was horrid. Absolutely hellbent on destroying everything before that vital moment when he’d have to leave again. His mind was torn between an actual connection, lust, desperation, and a call to duty he’d never felt himself pulled to before.
Nyx hissed through his teeth as the frigid air of Ishgard lashed against the stubble on his face. He tugged the thick, lined coat that concealed the inkings on his neck from the world further up until his face was obscured enough to begin this trek home. It was well past the twelfth bell and nay a single life could be seen on the streets.
She’d been wanted by a thug, a man who couldn’t be scorned by a woman, and he’d mentally left himself back in her room, that instinctual need to protect springing into action. But instead, his body had moved of its own accord. His heart had a mission that his mind disagreed with.
Rook had already placed his preparations at an undisclosed location and he found the pack with ease despite the snow having drowned it from prying eyes. It smelled like the bar. Like Rook. It comforted him to some degree even though he would never admit to it.
The Seeker hoisted the thing into his back and reached into a coat pocket for a pair of leather gloves fitted with fur from some fiber bearing creature, and began pulling them tightly over each finger. He’d only snapped out of the early process of travel when something fell to the ground. The red spade shone brightly atop the corporeal bitterness that lined the street and he reached for the card that hosted it. The ace of spades. She’d tucked it into his coat as he left and even now he wondered why she’d been content to lose a card from her deck. What did it mean to her? The explanation had been lost in his haste to get moving.
Some stirring in the chain of rumor had hinted that all who were willing to offer a hand in Garlemald were to convene at a specified place and time, but he’d missed it by several suns. His only choice was to pay for a private service to drop him in the wilderness outside of the main city. Regio Urbanissima. He’d manage to find someone, but only by the skin of his teeth. He’d not be arriving with the others, but he’d still manage to get to Garlemald no matter the cost.
—————Several suns later————-
His feet landed on solid ground after far too much time in the skies. Nyx wasn’t quite fond of leaving it for extended ranges towards the heavens, but he’d endured. Much to the disapproval of his stomach and his head.
They’d named the Camp “Broken Glass” and as he treaded ground, his coat pulled as close to his body as possible, he realized why the name had stuck.
The sun had already begun to disappear beyond the mountains when he’d arrived and to his surprise, someone amongst the machinists had prepared a cot for him in one of the annex buildings just south of the aetheryte. What little fire they could conjure up managed to keep the cold at bay enough that everyone inside would be able to sleep with some degree of comfort.
Golden eyes analyzed every soul within his temporary housing and he eventually laid back on the cot, one that might have been a touch too short for him. After all, telling organizations that he was a Miqo’te often led to… misunderstandings about height. Nyx had been about to roll over when the voices of two Garlean refugees made his ears raise the slightest bit. He’d almost failed to notice their allegiance until he noted a very familiar insignia across the shoulder of a jacket.
His jaw set and he went deathly still, finally rolling over just so that they wouldn’t know he was eavesdropping.
“Do you really believe they’re here to save us? Have you lost all sense? We’re going to be delivered soon and then we can fight back… These savages won’t pull masks over all of our eyes… You’re too soft.”
“You’ve lost all reason, all sense. We can’t do this on our own. It’s certain death if you run from them and deny their aid… Do you want to end up like your family? Stubborn… and very dead.”
Nyx’s eyes widened as the conversation continued on, but more to his horror was the realization that he’d been misled to attend a Garlean recovery process. He sucked in a breath and his fingers dug into the cotton of the cot. Tonight, Grace would remain at his side, her body polished and her chambers filled.
A hushed breath spoke into the fabric and a huskiness settled in his chest, one that came out in a whisper, “Garleans… they’re helpin’ tha Garleans… Wha’ fresh hells is this?”.
(More writing to sustain me xP. Can’t be held responsible for typos. In the car sooooo…)
The seasons had already begun to fly by, even in a land that made them nearly impossible to detect. Despite parts of Garlemald being desolate and seemingly forever frozen, Nyx had witnessed a few telltale changes that tipped him off.
And even with all of this, not much changed about him either. His thirty sixth season came and went, not a soul to celebrate or remember it. It served no purpose anyways and he didn’t resent the silence.
A’lluca periodically came to his quarters for a briefing on whatever it was that was going on outside and Nyx silently cursed his injuries healing at a snail’s pace. The healing magic that had been applied to them had been under duress, making them rushed and in need of finessing later on. Several surgeries later and the Seeker was still awaiting a clearance.
His fellow Seeker continued trying to patch up a torn past with him and each time he felt like her attempts would eventually work, but it typically had the opposite effect. Instead, he felt further from her and the others stationed in the militaristic country. The desire to set out alone was eating at the recesses of his mind every day until he found their presence almost grating.
——————-
Today’s briefing at least brought good news with it. A recently thought lost squadron was found holding out in an abandoned outpost and brought back to the makeshift headquarters that Nyx was in. He’d also been updated on his status, which was upgraded to “stable and able”. His nose scrunched as A’lluca said it with far too much pep for his liking. Even as she removed the bandages around his middle, he groaned at her when she leaned in to kiss his cheek, “Oh c’mon, not even a smile? You’re really starting to worry me, A’ri….”.
Her words fell short as he reached up and pinched her lips together. Both of her eyebrows lifted in surprise and she placed both of her hands upon his to move his giant one, “Hey!”.
He smirked crookedly at her before he dropped his arm into his lap and both eyes shifted to look at the window in his room, “Nyx… It’s Nyx”.
The redhead pouted and threw her hands up dramatically, brows now furrowed, “Where did you even get that nickname? It seems like it came from a bad place”.
Nyx’s smirk fell off of his lips and was replaced by a thin line, his jaw setting as he breathed in. Both ears had pinned against his head with his irritation, but the lilt came out anyways, “Find my cigarettes an’ I may tell ye…”.
A’lluca’s eyes lit up and she clapped both of her hands together before she got to her dainty feet. The bushy appendage behind her might as well have belonged to a dog, wagging with simple happiness, “Progress! I like it! I’ll be right back, stay there!”.
And as she jumped from her chair, disappearing into the hallway, the door clicked loudly behind her. A shout could be heard from the other side followed by an answering laugh, deep and amused.
Suddenly, the air sucked from his lungs and he felt like he was downing. The room was spinning, as much as he knew it wasn’t. Each attempt to inhale caught in his throat and he wondered if he’d somehow fallen into a river and the last several bells were a hallucination his mind had concocted in his final moments.
A hand rested on his shoulder and suddenly his soul returned to his body with a rather dramatic jerk of his body. Nyx’s eyes darted to the side and he watched her form his peripheral.
She was an incredibly attractive Seeker of the Sun. With hair a shade brighter than a summer sunset, fiery and red, and eyes that glimmered like emeralds, she was every bit the image of a wild coeurl. The woman’s smile was infectious and her frame was perfect in every way… except when eyes met her tail. It was shorter than usual and had obviously seen trauma with its bobbed appearance. It didn’t stop her though, instead jerking side to side with mischief as she spoke. A’lluca’s voice was melodic and musical, and it commanded attention without force.
“I know it’s a lot, but for what it’s worth, we’re all still here fighting. Most of us, anyways.”
Nyx’s eyes continued following her as she stood and splayed her hands out in front of her, stretching herself as she finally looked to his face, “Ye say most… m’guessin’ I knoo who tha straggler is…”. A’lluca’s ears pinned back and an expression of remorse spread across her features.
“If your guess was your father, than yes…”, she hesitated and green eyes rested on him, “When your mother passed away, he began coming here on expeditions trying to find some way to dismantle the Garleans from the inside, but as many do, he found himself drawn to them. While we see them for what they are, some find them rather charismatic and are unable to work against them.”
Nyx’s body stiffened and he sighed slowly through gritted teeth. Both fists curled in on the blanket that covered his lower half and sharpened nails nearly tore through the fabric.
“Weapons specialist, m’guessin’?”
A’lluca nodded and refused to make eye contact with him. The bob of a tail behind her twitched erratically as she sifted through the words in her head, “Magitek specialist. It would seem that he has a bit of an issue that should sound strikingly familiar to you”. She canted her head with an awkward smile and a finger raised to point at the ridiculous amounts of tattoos that covered her fellow Seeker’s body.
A shiver made its way down his spine and a feeling of something catching in his throat made him uncomfortable enough that he tried to rise from his bed. The splitting pain of wounds healed far too quickly resonated his entire being and he fell back against his pillow again. A sheen of sweat covered his face and he growled at the back of his throat.
“A’rihan, you should probably rest. One of our medics had to patch you up quicker than expected so you’re going to be in a lot of pain for a few suns.”
“Nyx.”
“Sorry?”
“It’s Nyx. Cut that A’rihan shite. Dunnae appreciate tha name.”
A’lluca’s face almost seemed sad at his sudden demand and she reached outwards to touch the man’s shoulder. The blonde caught her hand, almost pulling his own back just as quickly, and decided to press it back towards her. Her touch made him want to curl up on himself and the sensation was foreign to him. It was the first time he realized he didn’t want anyone getting close to him. She let forth a soft gasp whenever he moved her away from him and her brows knit together when she noticed he wouldn’t look at her, “I’m sorry we all failed you earlier in life. We want to make it up to you but you’re going to have to let us in to do that”.
“I dunnae deal in emotions, lass… M’nae ‘ere to settle on past deeds either…”, he kept his face turned away from her and instead watched small winter birds flit by the window behind his makeshift bed.
(Here’s a continuation of the blurb I wrote a few weeks ago. Trying to get everything set up for Endwalker. We’ll get there someday!)
The thudding rang out through the container over… and over… Nyx’s ears went numb after a few moments and he hissed under his breath with ragged, short gasps as another creature rammed into his temporary shelter.
One hand steadied him against the inside as old crates and mechanical pieces threatened to batter him into oblivion. The Seeker felt his legs almost give as wood collided with the back of his shins. Another hiss of pain escaped his lips as he faltered, falling to a knee and throwing his ears back as he desperately sought an end to the jarring.
And then it stopped. Everything became still and quiet. He secretly wondered if Damask had fallen victim to the massive worms that had surrounded him, but no sounds ever came to him. Perhaps the snow had started up again, or with his luck, a larger ‘thing’ had feasted on them.
/Sputter…Splat/
He didn’t have time to feel. Everything came rushing to him far before the pain ever struck.
Amber eyes slowly crept upwards to where his right arm hung lifelessly against the metal walls of the crate behind him. A large, organic needle-like spear had sunk its way through his forearm…
Another. There was no reaction as it shot through the crate into his side. Again. Another joined that one through his left thigh, almost piercing through.
The pain came coursing in like an electric current through his body and his voice sounded foreign as he cried out in the darkness.
/Was that…me? Am I…dying?/
Precious life fluids sprang to life from his mouth as one last needle shot forth through a hole that now shone light through like a beam. Nyx could smell it, warm and metallic. Despite it, he felt suddenly exhausted. A nap sounded particularly nice.
“Don’t you dare close your eyes, A’rihan.”
————————————-
He shot straight up and immediately regretted it. Pain unlike any he’d felt before radiated from his stomach throughout his entire being. The sheer shock of it made him double over, grasping at this stomach before vomiting to the side of his bed.
Bed?
“If you keep this up, you’re going to reopen your wounds…”, his eyes focused towards the source of the voice and amber eyes fixed on a small Seeker woman who toiled with a rapier in the corner of the room he found himself in. Her red fur gave her a bit of an edgy appearance but her equally piercing crimson eyes made him narrow his eyes as she dared him to combat her warning.
The room itself was simple enough. Dark, metal walls made up the entire thing and his very crude, filthy bed was one of two pieces of furniture. The other was the chair that the woman sat in next to a reinforced window. Beyond that, fires seemed to blaze in the distance, lighting the sky up like the world’s end was creeping up on them.
“A’lluca…”, Nyx’s voice sounded ragged but he acknowledged her. His gaze moved down to look at the bloody dressings that covered his entire torso and he imagined that the same could be said for the rest of him. Somehow he could even move the arm that had been skewered. Not broken… but sore as the Hells.
“I’m surprised you remember that name, much less me. I underestimated you, I see”, the Miqo’te twitched the end of her tail in anticipation before she smirked. Both of her hands had begun to polish the rapier across her lap and she now stared at him time to time like some long lost lover.
“How could ye forget? Still obsessed with me?”
“In your dreams. I’m only here because your father asked me to be. You’re lucky I showed up when I did or you’d be worm fodder. I found you while they were opening the sardine can.”
She straightened until her posture made him almost uncomfortable. The blonde visibly cringed before he joined her in the serious atmosphere, “Dunnae feel like m’on the same page, bu’ m’nae in tha mood t’argue”.
“Wow, a first… but that is neither here nor there. I have a job to complete before I’m allowed to show you where to go”, she seemed almost eager, chomping at the bit, to speak her piece. Nyx merely watched her before he sighed heavily. She took this as a sign of cooperation and her lips parted before she spoke.
“First of all, let it be known that if you cause any trouble, you’ll be eliminated. Your complete cooperation is a must right now. Secondly, if we find out that your allegiance is with your father, you’ll end up in the same boat. And lastly, let it be known that your little mystical surname is the only reason you’re here.”
A single, blonde brow lifted above a scarred eye and he inclined his head the slighted bit, “Please do tell…”.
A’lluca’s fangs appeared through her lips and a soft, almost triumphant sound riddled the air, “Ashkala is the clan name of the Garlean refugees, A’rihan. It’s protection… Your -mother-chose it, not your old man”.
A sound died on the air from his lips. It spat into existence before sniffing out into nothing. As A’lluca looked up from her rapier towards him, she noted the most curious look.
The large man had reached up and his fingers tangled in his own hair. Each one gripped at the sides of his hair tightly and he shuddered so that his broad shoulders quaked with him. He looked incapable of speech and his eyes hid behind loose, blonde locks.
“A’rihan, you lived in the Sagolii but… you weren’t born there. None of us were… I’m sorry.”
