#//marloix

[emmondsokolov]

// Bringing this back around because I just came across it accidentally while looking for something else and it just did 8d12 psychic damage to me because of the the idiot blorbo man.

He's not been doing well for the last 2 months or so. He's been hiding since before Starlight without explanation, and just now tentatively testing the waters to see if its safe to come out of his cage. Maybe... maybe he has suffered enough. Maybe. Maybe he deserves nice things for once.

I am emotionally compromised right now man, I'm tearing up dawg, send help.

[rokry]

"Just making sure I can follow you."

[ramblingdrunkenknight]

[ A continuation/answer to this post by dear @emmondsokolov ] // In an undisclosed part of the Black Shroud //

It had been a few days since old Godefroy sent Ryker out to find his pen pal, he was slowly but surely growing impatient, even suspecting that Ryker had simply ignored the task he was given and went back to his regular duty, suffice to say, Mephiston was relieved to find a letter smelling of lavender at the drop off point when he visited it during his early morning walk.

"Hah, I still can not believe I didn't figure it out until I was already gone." he chuckled to himself, no one but a small Antelope around to hear it. Any other day he would continue his walk after having checked the drop off point, but this was not any other day, the thought of finally returning made him rush back to the hideout so he could set his plans into motion.

It had only been a week since he decided it was time for him to stop running and make up with all the people he left behind so recklessly, for Mephiston though, it felt like an eternity.

Arriving back at the hideout, the old geezer threw off his coat, one of the few things he took with him as he left home, and sat down on the pieces of cloth he called a bed, lighting up a candle to brighten up the area as he was settling down, having lost his glasses at some point within the last few months, he needed all the light he could get to read and write comfortably.

"Now then, dear Marloix, let's see if you're the kind of man I hope you to be." he said while opening up the letter, almost expecting someone to answer. Having gone ahead to read the letter with a kind of excitement he hadn't felt for a long time, Mephiston had fully expected his pen pal to ask for some kind of proof that he was really the old geezer, and Marloix did not disappoint, after all Ryker never tended to give off a feeling of trustworthiness.

Godefroy didn't plan on delaying it any further though, so he took out his notebook, feather and ink pot, adjusted the light, and got to writing.

'My dearest Patron,

indeed it has been what feels like ages, I couldn't blame you if you forgot your dear old barkeep altogether. Now, I cannot overstate enough how much I would love to have the good old pen pal exchanges we used to have once again, but I am afraid business will have to come first, before we can once again indulge in such pleasantries.

I remember the line all to clearly, though I must confess that before I concluded you to be my partner in crime, the crime being exchanging letters, I had set my eyes on Harlowe Hornbeam and may have let that oh so poetic line come his way, I apologize if that caused any trouble for you.

"Deep waters invite a thousand deaths."

I hope that is enough proof for you my friend, I'm putting a lot of faith in you here. Though the Shroud is a lovely place, I do miss Coerthas, I will move my camp into the Central Highlands, when you are ready to meet up with me, find me on the cliff overlooking the city to the west of Steel Vigil, I will draw a crude representation on how you would find it on a map on the back of this letter.

If you decide not to help me, I wish you the best of luck with whatever troubles you have found yourself in, dear friend. However if you do decide to help me, well, see you in Coerthas.

Signed, Mephiston Godefroy'

/ Upon turning the letter around, a drawing can be found /

As he put the feather down, he sighed, Mephiston barely knew Marloix and was unsure if this entire ordeal was a good idea, but something told him that choosing Sir Beraskia to help with this was the right choice, and afterall, he had nothing to lose. After the ink had dried, he started gathering everything he needed for his journey, he could send off the letter somewhere along the way to waste as little time as possible, and perhaps dear old Mephiston was also in a hurry because he was excited to finally go back to Coerthas, to finally go back home.

[emmondsokolov]

Ramblings of a Tramp

"My only remaining Patron,

I do not presume you will care about this letter, frankly I do not expect you to, as I have caused you quite a lot of trouble, but nevertheless I felt it appropriate. Though in the other letters I will send out I went into detail as to why, those details don't really matter to you, so I will get straight to the point; In the following days, presumably by the time this letter reaches you, I will die. The details as to how exactly I die are a mystery to me, but I do know that it will happen, for the urges of my nightkin curse grow stronger and stronger and soon enough Mephiston will be gone, for my power to resist it has been dwindling as of recently. You and I aren't so different in many ways, you might not agree but I certainly feel that way, therefore I do believe many words I could say right now can remain unsaid and you will understand me regardless. Though you certainly make no efforts to prove the opposite, somewhere deep within your bastard heart you're not as miserable and bad as you act. I've already asked much of you, but please take care of Ant, you need each other.

Your personal Barkeep Mephiston Godefroy"

-

Marloix folded the letter down and turned his eyes up to where he knew the glorious city of Ishgard to be, albeit obscured through the fog and the light snowfall right now.

"Well well well," he clicked his tongue.

"I didn't think you'd actually have the guts to do it. I know I certainly don't. Bravo you old coot."

The scrawny elezen man reached under the knitted woolly hat covering his short, prickly hair and itched at his dry scalp while he cast his eyes over the freshly upturned soil at his feet, glittering with shards of red and blue and gold amongst the flakes of frosty white falling down. It was about time he took a break from this task anyroad, the snowfall marks a sure end to any progress towards making the forsaken soil of Coerthas more fertile for today. Oh, and the letter too of course, it was far more exciting than digging through the dirt any day. The gardener set the shovel against the wall so he wouldn't lose it under the oncoming fresh blanket of snow that was about cover all his hard work today, and stalked back inside.

"Archibald," he barked, kicking off his boots as he closed the door behind himself and shook his hands about in a fruitless attempt to bring back some warmth to his bony fingers.

"Seems I've a grand show to catch. Hold on to any more mail that arrives while I'm out, won't you. I doubt this is the only letter we'll- Ah, it's already arrived. Tch. Of course. Sneaky little shits."

A silent servant stood at the back of the store, waiting, while Marloix helped himself to plucking the neatly folded envelope from their hands and wasted no time opening it up, recognising right away the similar penmanship to his own letter.

"I doubt the old boy will mind if I take a peek, hmm? Not if he doesn't find out about it, so you'd best keep your mouth shut. Hmhmh."

[emmondsokolov]

// Always amusing to witness the sliding scale for Marloix go from "Aw he's just a funny little guy, kinda sad tho, he needs some soup," to "I hope his house burns down and he steps on a lego <3," the more anyone learns about him.

[emmondsokolov]

//I need to start making a list or a pinboard of serious theories I've heard for what the fuck is up with Marloix. There might be more that I have never heard of, but these are just some I've been told during ooc conversations. So far the list is as follows:

He's a warlock whos patron is a succubus/incubus that uses him as a boytoy.

He used to be someone's pet and lived in a posh manor.

His ass is owned by the Lalafel mafia.

He's a private investigator, but he sucks at it.

He's a serial killer.

He ran away from a forced marriage (or alternatively he killed the whole bridal party.)

He sleeps around to fill a void, a need for affection, but is afraid of getting hurt again so he lets no one get close, yadda yadda yadda.

He is a snitch working for Harlowe.

He is actually just a silly lil' guy with enormous amounts of depression.

He has a secret lovechild with a whore that lives in a brothel.

I am not confirming nor denying if any of these are correct. But I love hearing them, I feed so well on these kinds of things, please keep em coming folks.

[emmondsokolov]

// I don't really like or care for labels and don't feel comfortable advertising that about myself much, but for my OCs it can be an interesting development point, though I'm still not sure how I feel about talking about it openly, but here goes...

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Marloix has said to a few people that he "doesn't do the whole 'love' thing." And he does genuinely mean that. He's not just trying to be edgy nor inviting any challenge to make him fall for someone. Man's an Aromantic Homosexual, he's not built that way, he just wants to be fecked and then left alone. He'll help out and do work and favors for the people around him to keep his mind busy, but he's not in it to make relationships with anyone. He's not quite above making friends though. He may think he is. And truthfully he's a horrible friend who tries not to get attached to anyone too deeply though, for reasons. But it still happens on occassion. Sex is just another way to pass the time for him, and in his canon he wastes a lot of his meagre earnings on prostitutes and brothels. I'm still not sure enough of the ff lore to be able to comfortably bring this sort of thing up outside of his canon though... Surprisingly Marloix is also extremely respectful when it comes to consent and privacy, sexual jokes and teasing aside, so it probably wouldn't come up anyway. On a sidenote, since I started drafting this post up Marloix has been called a Masochist after he started to speak a little more openly on such things. And... hmm... while I suppose the sentiment isn't entirely false, its also not exactly accurate either. With his nerve damage and severe, deep depression in general, he's rather addicted to seeking out any kind of high he can get, not necesarily through pain, he doesn't even like pain, but pain is definitely an option. He didn't correct them though, he'll let anyone weave and believe whatever story in their head they hold about him.

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Nelandrie is possibly one of the Straightest characters I have, and likes men in almost every aspect. She stubbornly believes herself to be above falling for anyone though, and remains aloof and uncaring. She has the elven lifespan to justify not rushing into any sort of deeper romance and her work is far more important to her than any kind of relationship, beyond a fast means of stress relief. Sex is a huge stress reliever for her, and she is stressed a lot of the time. A lot of men who push her into a rage may unintentionally find themselves sharing a bed, or more accurately, a broom closet with her. (Though I'm not in any way going to write anything even remotely like this with people I don't know, god no!) Despite being completely straight, Nela is not against showing off a bit of skin for the ladies though, they can stare all they want for all she cares, she'll take it as a compliment. And honestly she would be as polite as her snarky, prickly nature can manage at turning them down if any woman ever came forward about it. She is particularly fond of an ugly little workaholic halfling man though. Not romantically of course! Its just nice to finally meet a man with very similar ideals and takes their job seriously. Definitely nothing romantic about it. Certainly not. No. Never... sips.

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Urzula is both Biromantic as well as some flavour of Grey Asexual. She develops crushes on anyone who is nice to her for more than a few minutes and tends to get taken advantage of because of it. She has no idea what to actually do with these feelings and has no desire to act on any on them other than staring and pining from across the other side of the room with sad puppy eyes and not saying a word. Urzula also has almost no concept of long-term commitment to a relationship and is largely oblivious and obtuse to the fact that anyone could actually want that from her, she has unintentionally broken a few hearts this way. Her self doubt is far too strong, and most people only end up with her out of a sense of pity anyway, "I can fix her," etc. It's no surprise they get heartbroken when she doesn't respond in the way they expect. She's far too set in her ways, and most people see that as a bad thing or something that needs to change, rather than simply accepting it. Urzula's a little autistic in this way, combined with a lot of past trauma. She doesn't feel safe with change, and will shy away from anyone who insists she can, or worse, should change. Losing the relationship is just the safer option. No hard feelings intended.

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I guess I'll mention Emmond since he's listed here too. He is an Aromantic Asexual who thoroughly believes himself to be a perfectly healthy and normal straight guy. His marriage didn't work out but he has a daughter, Aleks, as a result. He loves his daughter and would do anything to keep her safe.

[emmondsokolov]

//Thoroughly debating to myself with the idea of giving Marloix a sleep paralysis demon. I need to do a lot of research on it though.

My old roommate would say he had them sometimes and idk if he just explained them very poorly or if I go through some sort of (probably milder) version of something near identical to what he explained, but he insisted it was different.

But like... how much psychological torture can I put one man through. Is it too much? I figure given the absolutely fucked up state of his psyche and sheer amount of substance abuse he puts himself through, it comes with its consequences.

I already know what forms it would look like too.

The first would be a melting man, a puddle of sentient blood and gore with no eyes and a gaping mouth. It crawls over his chest and touches his neck, mouth, nose, eyes, ears and feels cold and wet wherever it touches him. Kind of moves like the little lantern guys in bloodborne. Its determined to suffocate him very very slowly.

The second one he would never really see because it's always only ever in the corner of his vision, but looks vaguely like an old man sitting beside him. It feels like time is standing still when he's here, despite it always marching on outside of the vision. He would feel warm, and sort of peaceful, with a growing sense of anxiety the longer he can't move.

[emmondsokolov]

//I'm trying something new!!

I've always wanted to try my hand at doodling RP responses and swapping them back and forth. I used to do something like this in highschool by passing notes, but a lot less serious. This too was supposed to be a silly little thing but rapidly evolved beyond that whoops.

Won't share the whole thing because its private. But I'm getting a lot of practice with drawing hands, body language, and expressions, which are things I always want to work on.

[rokry]

"Don't fall for me now darling, I don't do the whole love thing."

[rokry]

Marloix Symbolism!

Original template here, and a few variations of the song for anyone curious.

[rokry]

This was supposed to be a simple little thing that I got a bit carried away with and couldn't resist shading more. I like it enough to share here.

I'm getting a lot of practice drawing Marloix over and over again.

[rokry]

Marloix continues to be drunk and make terrible decisions and create scenes while spouting poetry.

[rokry]

WIP. Part of a sketch before I start painting.

[rokry]

Plus a little extra silly thing. Figuring out just what sort of cat behaviour the blorbo will display is paramount.

[rokry]

Everyone should draw the blorbos as cats once in a while. Its good for you.