devilsclergy
The Black Saint
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"If you gaze long into an abyss, the abyss will gaze back into you." Screenshot, inspiration, and RP blog for Haru Endou of Balmung. Also includes other alts and general FFXIV reblogs.Follows from sleepantares.
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devilsclergy · 4 years ago
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LF Contact: Altan Qestir!
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THE BASICS ––– –
Age: 31
Race: Au Ra - Xaela
Gender: Cis Male
Sexuality: Homosexual / Demiromantic
Marital Status: Widowed
Server: Mateus - Crystal Datacenter
PHYSICAL APPEARANCE ––– –
Hair: Silver-white, swept back and glossy. A single braid, mid-shoulder-blade length.
Eyes: Midnight-blue, with blue-white limbal rings.
Height: 7′1″
Build: Tall, muscled, a bit wiry.
Distinguishing Features: Tribal face paint, metal-tipped horns, a piercingly-intent and silent stare. Bone and ivory accessories. Typically dressed in furs and leathers, or lightweight linen robes on special occasions.
Common Accessories: His trusty sword. A heavy coinpurse. A silver crescent-moon pendant, always worn around his neck. Another necklace, this time with twelve distinct pendants, each one depicting the sigil of an Eorzean deity. A box full of bone needles, cleansing cloths and powders, bottles of ink, and bits of jewelry. A small obsidian rock carved with Nhaama’s sigil. A few small jade and alabaster and agate figurines of various animals. A map, rolled and tucked into his satchel. A hunting knife and some strips of leather. A skin of kumis, always.
PERSONAL ––– –
Profession: Body piercer, tattoo artist, occasional thing-killer-for-hire.
Hobbies: Moon-watching, people-watching. Playing a worn-looking morin khuur. Painting and poetry. Jewelrycrafting and gemsetting, horseback riding, gesticulating wildly in attempts at conversation. Sometimes he’s even understood!
Languages: None spoken; understands Eorzean Common and the old Xaelic tongue.
Residence: Wanderer; takes his trusty yurt with him wherever he goes.
Birthplace: The Azim Steppe, Nhaama’s Retreat
Patron Deity: Nhaama, the Dusk Mother
RELATIONSHIPS ––– -
Significant Other: N/A
Children: N/A
Parents: Ogedei Kagon, Jaliqai Qestir
Siblings: Two brothers, one sister. None surviving.
Other Relatives: Far too many to count.
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: Occasional. Drugs: None. Alcohol: Also occasional, but usually has to be for a reason.
RP HOOKS –––
Why Are You Staring?:  Oh hey, there’s a new wanderer in town. … And he’s staring. A lot. Oh. … Man, he sure isn’t one for many words, is he?
Pierce Me (Like One of Your Elezen Girls): You want some body art done in the form of stabby needles dipped in color, or metal bits shoved in various places? The fliers scattered around the cities don’t have many words on them besides his name, but they depict a singularly wild-eyed dark-skinned fellow and a series of illustrations of exactly all the body-decorations he offers. Clean work, reasonable prices, and a plethora of clients pleased with their results. No piece is off-limits! (Note: Please be 18+ IC and OOC if you’re wanting a NSFW piece done. Please.)
That Ol’ Chestnut:  It’s a classic because it works. If you need a thing slashed to pieces, Altan is ready and willing for the right coin. Point him in the direction of a big scary monster and go!
Horse (Boys) are Crazy:  Hey, you need someone to help with your horse? –No, not your horsebird. Those are awful and they smell bad. Your horse, though, definitely. Included in your horse-care package is a not-insignificant deal of grunting, gesturing, and pointing-at-things which may or may not be a divine horse-related myth. Stay and listen, maybe!
Pelts, Pelts Galore:  Altan practically lives on trading and bartering whenever other lines of work are scarce. You need some furs or some carved stone trinkets? The guy dressed entirely in furs and carved stone trinkets probably has some.
Heresy, Sweet Heresy: Are you a Dravanian? Devotee of the dragons? Does the myth of Shiva and Hraesvelgr inspire some great love in your heart? Have you lived in an ice cave at any point? Altan wants to meet you and know absolutely everything about you. Please tell him about the dragons. Please listen to him wildly gesticulate his own theology at you. Take him to see one and the guy might marry you on the spot, but no guarantees. … Guy might just marry the dragon instead.
Literally Anything Else:  Don’t see something you want to do here? Contact me!
CONTACT INFORMATION  ––– –
I’m in the CST timezone, with late-night availability! 11:30 PM and onward Monday through Friday; all day open on weekends. If you’re interested in saying hi and/or setting up some RP things, feel free to contact me here on tumblr. <3
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devilsclergy · 4 years ago
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“Blue oblivion, largely lit, smiled and smiled at me.”
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It was on such an unremarkable day, late in the hour of Spring, that the scholar picked up the shrill song of a warbler, staying his quill-hand.  He listened for a moment, then gently placed the feathered pen back into a pot of ink that had grown encrusted around the rim with the dried substance.  The urgent chirruping tugged the corners of his lips upward, interest plaguing the mind of the dusky-skinned man.  He could now see the small yellow bird perched just outside his window in the arms of a shivering cherry tree.  It bobbed and stretched it’s stout neck as the puff of it’s red-mottled breast ushered forth that varying melody, and Haru found himself humbled by the warbler’s simplistic instincts.  The song reminded him that through his trials, the world would carry on.  That no night would fall without the sun chasing it away, and so would be his journey, through the last hour of his life.  Looking down now at the letter he’d begun to compose, he knew this night, though it may be the longest yet, would eventually give way to the morn.  And by this hope, he picked up his quill once more.
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devilsclergy · 5 years ago
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“Even here, in this land of false and broken idols, shall the Wood’s will be done.”
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devilsclergy · 5 years ago
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Yoship said have fun & RP in The First
From a interview with Kotaku: https://kotaku.com/final-fantasy-xiv-director-talks-class-changes-music-1838148771
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Interviewer: This is a question on behalf of the game’s roleplaying community. Many players, who do not act as if they are the Warrior of Light, but rather pretend to be everyday adventurers, were excited to create stories that take place on the First but saw that the game’s narrative didn’t really allow travel for “normal” individuals to end up there. If players want to pretend their “normal” characters can travel to and play on the First, is that okay? (I promise this is a question that many of them eagerly await an answer to.)
Yoshida: Hrm… Personally, I see video games as something that gives you the freedom to play however you like. So, if you, the player, believe that you can travel to the First, then so be it, right?
We have yet to reveal everything about who the Warrior of Light is, and whether they are the only ones who are special. Furthermore, the definition of a “normal individual” seems a bit vague here, as well. I think the power to believe and the desire to persevere are the biggest elements that drive progress in an individual, and so if you believe that you as a character can go to the First, then wouldn’t that be enough? A life dictated by someone else is no fun anyhow, is it?
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devilsclergy · 5 years ago
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RISE AND SHINE.
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The Syrcus Trench, and the beacon.
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Lakeland’s everlasting light.
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/ / bringer of light
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Lightwarden Ludus
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                                   DANCE IS THE HIDDEN LANGUAGE OF THE SOUL.
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PATHETIC 
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devilsclergy · 5 years ago
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@gratande
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–the udutai are known for their monstrous appearances and four horns. formerly of the malaguld, they split off from the main tribe several generations ago, their bestial dispositions at odds with their kin. aggressive and hostile, the udutai attack first and ask questions later, possessing a belligerent attitude that rivals even the dotharl.
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devilsclergy · 5 years ago
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10 of Swords by *davepalumbo
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