#( follow the disorganized religion of my head ; ic)

[rokachan]

Roka

BASIC STUFF ––––

Age: ??? Roka is somewhere between her mid twenties and late thirties. Good luck figuring it out. She wears glamours the way most wear clothes

Birthday: 22nd Sun of the 4th Umbal Moon

Race: ???

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Pansexual, Poly

Marital Status: ???

Server: Balmung

IC Job/Class: Cook, bodyguard,

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE ––––

Hair: Naturally blonde

Eyes: Heterochromantic pink and seafoam

Height: 4’5”

Build: Small, nearly skeletal, long limbs

Distinguishing Marks: Depends on glamour and mental state. Horns and scales with iridescent carnelian undertones if she’s an Au’ra. Oversized ears and a thickly plumed tail when Miqo’te. Scars abundant when she remembers them. Sometimes the two species get confused and she appears as a grotesque combination.

Common Accessories: 1. An extremely plain looking dagger that is perfectly balanced, with the word ‘Shadow’ etched into the blade. It is kept on her person at all times unless forcibly removed by a trusted person. 2. A battered, round tin that fits comfortably in her sack. Most of the time there are an assortment of cookies ferreted away in it, but there are times where it houses whatever peculiar trinkets she’s stumbled across in her wanderings. 3. Chocobo earring that houses her most important linkpearls in the bell of its shell.

PERSONAL ––––

Profession: Entrepreneur, cook and guard for the Elysium, occasional mercenary work.

Hobbies: Cooking, morbols, punching friends and strangers, reading, poisons,

Languages: Xaelic, Hingan, Common, and a handful of Seawolf profanities

Residence: ??? She has a room in the Elysium she’s almost never in, and an apartment in the Goblet, but she drifts about from one place to the next like the wind, never seeming to quite settle. If asked, her mail goes to the Elysium, but it’s hit or miss if she’ll receive it on time or moons later.

Birthplace: Othard

Religion: None

Patron Deity: None

Fears: -Redacted-

RELATIONSHIPS –––-

Spouse: None

Children: W’khusai [adopted]

Parents: Deceased

Siblings: Eito Sakurae

Other Relatives: None that she knows of

Pets: Tsetseg, Tanglemaw, Groanaot, TMB, Pickles, Stenchgut, Blightbeast, Moldsnake, and Plaguegirl the morbols. Meatball and Commodore the cats. Apple the tiny tortoise.

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: Like a chimney

Drugs: No

Alcohol: She’ll never say no to the offer of bourbon

RP & CONTACT INFORMATION ––––

I have been extremely absent for quite some time and might be a little wobbly getting back on my feet, but I’m eager to brush off the rust! I’m most reachable via Discord [Roka #7673] but so long as Tumblr doesn’t eat things on me I’ll also respond to DMs. Namely looking for ingame scenes right now for new contacts, but happy to open up Discord threads with old friends if prompted.

I do best with direct msgs on Discord. I promise it isn’t anything personal but there is a 90% chance of me absolutely forgetting to respond, or thinking I already have and failing to, if I’m poked in a server unless you’re persistent about it. I’m a goof and I’d probably misplace my head if it wasn’t attached, but regardless for anyone who has reached out in servers lately please feel free to give me a reminder because I can almost guarantee I do, in fact, really wanna start rping with you!

[ethereal-jule]

The Basics ––– –

Name: Julian ‘Jules’ Salvez

Age: 28

Birthday: 29th Sun of the 1st Astral Moon

Race: Veena Viera

Gender: Male (He/They)

Sexuality: Demiromantic Gay

Marital Status: Single

Physical Appearance ––– –

Hair: White, ever so slightly pink on the tips

Eyes: ice blue

Height: 6′1

Build: Lithe

Distinguishing Marks: beauty mark on left cheek, x shaped scar across throat

Common Accessories: several rings he’s had for years, always worn together.

Personal ––– –

Profession: Healer, Sell sword

Hobbies: Reading and writing, alchemy, exploring, jewelry crafting, astrology, playing music

Languages: Eorzean common,

Residence: Ishgard, though travels enough that it hardly matters

Birthplace: Skatay Range

Religion: The Twelve

Patron Deity: Halone, the Fury

Fears: loss of free will, blindness, not being good enough

Relationships ––– -

Spouse: None

Children: None

Parents:  Menra Salvez (step-mother) Eris Salvez (mother) Unknown (father)

Siblings: Linna Salvez (twin sister) Frel Salvez (half-brother) Elaine Salvez (half-sister)

Other Relatives:  Carla Salvez (Aunt)

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: No, thinks its gross Drugs: hard pass. Alcohol: a little socially, a lot when depressed, no any other time.

RP Hooks ––– –

Astrologian: Have ties in Ishgard or to the Astrologian guild? you might have seen him around a couple times- alternatively, if you need a healer or a traveling companion-! uh, well, he might be hard to recruit- but i’m sure its worth it?

Quite the critic: Jules takes his hobbies and professions quite seriously, and is not shy about acting aggressively towards anyone who shares them and takes them in a ‘less serious’ manner. however if you ARE better then him, he’ll take it as a challenge- so theres really not a lot of winning with this guy initially.

Not totally heartless: Despite his prickly and cold nature, he’s not one to just stand by and watch someone die. are you a little reckless? maybe get in over your head, or lost out in a storm? if he’s around, odds are he’ll feel compelled to assist.

4: Avid reader: Being a collector of books, Jules spends a lot of time in libraries or bookstores in places around his travels- its quite possible to run into him there.

5: Bard at heart: Before moving to ishgard, Jules’ was a bard- he still loves playing music, and is well versed in things such as archery as a result. though he focuses more on healing then combat himself now, he’s still quite capable. He has a few acquaintances in the archers guild for such reasons.

6: Can’t resist a pretty face: While not much of a flirt, he often finds himself rather disgruntled and thrown off by pretty men. Wanna see a socially awkward asshole puff himself up like a frustrated bird in front of your flirty male muse? hmu lmao

Contact Information  ––– –

hey hey, i’m cobalt! this is my second RP blog for FFXIV, and im mainly looking for interactions here on tumblr or on discord <3 This blog is still being set up for the time being~

Tumblr: you are here. follows from @azure-seadragon!~ Steam: The_Vampires_Wife   Discord: given on request!!!

[sabbactroll]

An Introduction

Hello, and welcome to my slice of the Tumblr-sphere. This page is dedicated to my Darkspear troll, Sabbac, who started out as a warlock/mage and performer and has transitioned into a Frost Death Knight as of ToA ‘20 and the release of the Shadowlands expansion.

Sabbac began as a way for me to relearn WoW, to rejoin a community I had left after breaking up with my ex-boyfriend in early 2015. Over the years I have played and RP’ed her, she has become more than just a level 120 character on my select screen.

She has been a Succulent Tart. She has performed on stages across the world of Azeroth. She has gone to the Tournament of Ages and soared in the skies above Thorim’s throne while “Through the Flames and the Fire” threatened to tear my computer’s speakers in half. She’s even run in the Running of the Troll event for charity - twice.

She is fierce.

She is strong.

She might be changed with the coming of Shadowlands, but that doesn’t mean her spirit has died. She’s just different from what she started out as. And with a chance to overcome the things that held her back for so long.

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The Basics:

Name: Sabbac

Age: Early 30s (Ageless now)

Birthday: January 13th

Race: Darkspear Troll (Undead?)

Gender: Female

Martial Status: Single

Physical Appearance:

Hair: Mohawk with back braids, usually blue, red, or pink

Eyes: Formerly red

Height: 7′4″

Build: Muscular (”Thicc”)

Distinguishing Marks: Various scars along her arms

Tattoos: A small, inked, direhorn head on her right shoulder

Piercings: Gold earrings on her ears

Common Accessories: Gold jewelry of various kinds

Personal Information:

Profession: Owner of Aunt Sabbac’s Snack Shack, a traveling food stand driven by her trusty raptor, Bitey. Offers food that’s definitely not good for you.

Hobbies: Singing, Dancing, Fire dancing (formerly), Burlesque

Languages: Zandalari, Orcish, limited Elvish

Residence: Formerly Silvermoon, Eastern Kingdoms

Birthplace: Echo Isles, Kalimdor

Religion: Traditional troll worship of loas, formerly voodoo. Favored Torcali and Pa’ku.

Relationships:

Spouse: None.

Children: None.

Parents: Mor’et (Father, whereabouts unknown) and Chiabi (Mother, whereabouts unknown)

Other relatives: Unknown

Pets: Bitey the venomhide ravasaur

Sex & Romance:

Sexual Orientation: Bisexual, leans towards female-identifying people. Will not turn down time with male or non-binary identifying people if the opportunity arises.

Preferred Emotional Role: Switch, with dominant leanings.

Preferred Sexual Role: Switch.

Libido: High, depends on the day

Turn Ons: Restraints, consensual pain, subtle flirting

Turn Offs: People who think they’re sexual gods in bed.

Love Languages: Food, cuddling, close physical contact

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

RP Hooks:

Succulent Tarts. Before the fateful patrol that would take her to Zul’drak in Northrend, Sabbac was a member - and prolific performer - of the burlesque guild the Succulent Tarts. The troll’s role within the guild may change depending on her new circumstances.

Recently Turned. Sabbac is a recently turned Death Knight, and is still coming to grips with her new life. She may find comfort in knowing that there are others who share her burden of unlife.

How To Contact:

OOC: I’m getting my blog feet wet, so I will try and keep this updated and like things where I can! I promise I’ll get back to your asks too, I want to receive them!

IC: I will usually be in IC on days I don’t have work, but if I have free time, I’m usually on Sabbac or one of my Moon Guard characters in WoW.

[sorneth]

LFRP! Sorneth Caduceus

Art by @elizastarkart​​ , Paid Commission

Sorneth Caduceus

“Given my relatively small social circle, I’m seeking to meet some new faces and perhaps find some new adventures and stories to tell in the process. Perhaps you would be someone interested? Perhaps a bard like myself catches your eye, sparks your curiosity?”

The Basics ––– –

Age: 35

Birthday: December 21st

Race: Duskwight Elezen

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Bi-sexual

Marital Status: Happily married, closed relationship.

Server: Balmung, Crystal Datacenter

Physical Appearance ––– –

Hair: Natural silver in hue and dusted with white highlights, it falls to mid neck in the front, and his shoulder blades in the back.

Eyes: A dark grey ‘white’ of his eye makes the moon white hues of each iris all the more vibrant. Strangely, they seem almost wolf-like in nature, though that could just be coincidence.

Height:  6'10 (208.28 cm)

Build: A militant style background, and strict upkeep have resulted in the sculpted muscle that makes up most of the Bowman's frame. Resulting in a tone that is well suited for agility, speed, and endurance.

Distinguishing Marks: 

Facial scar; Only about a year old, this wound was obviously left by a sword given it’s depth and path. It cuts down from his right brow, over the bridge of his nose, and down his left cheek almost to the jawline. 

Facial ink; intricate filigree like vines in dark grey ink adorn the right side of his face both above and below his right eye. 

Crest of the Wolf; Above his heart rests the bust of a wolf in black ink.

Common Accessories: 

Feather adorned hat; Rarely if ever seen without it, one might wonder if it’s removal or destruction would bring about the end of him with how attached he is to it. Weathered, but well cared for, it’s obvious that it’s been on every adventure the bard has had over the years.

Well made dragon scale collar; Stamped with a wolf’s head with an arrow in it’s jaws, the artisan made collar is of the bard’s own creation. An inch and a half wide black leather band circles his neck, with the outer surface wreathed in lavender hued scales from a dragoon’s signature armor. With a locking dog collar buckle at the back of the neck, and the crest of a dragon wrapped around an orchid at it’s front. The piece is both practical, and artistic in it’s design. The ‘d’ ring at it’s front also sports worry stone like pendant of a dark, night sky blue hue.

Silver orchid pendant; Strung from a sturdy chain and hangs low enough to kiss his collarbones, the pendant is as well worn as the holy symbol of a priest or paladin. 

Personal ––– –

Profession: Bard & Storyteller first and foremost.

Hobbies: Carpentry, Leatherwork, Hunting, writing

Languages: Eorzean Common, Thavnarian, Hingan, Doman, Garlean, The old tongue (amarotine/pre-sundering), Gelmorian, traditional Ishgardian, steppe-tongue, shroud-speak.

Residence: Forest cottage deep in the Dravanian Wilds

Birthplace: Whenever asked, the bard simply says ‘The Shroud’

Religion: Similar to the Nights Blessed of the First, he worships and reveres the Sunless sea, and it’s celestial keepers. The Guardian of time, the weaver of fate, and the twelve zodiacs.

Patron Deity: He holds a special fondness for the fateweaver 

Fears: The rage of Dragoons, the loss of his senses, being forgotten/erased by time.

Relationships ––– -

Spouse: Maxia Caduceus, Husband.

Children: None

Parents: Though they are alive, he’s never known them, nor has any memory of them.

Siblings: None that he’s aware of

Other Relatives: He may, he may not, he simply doesn’t know

Pets: A celestial wolf, not unlike a carbuncle, named Fenrir

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: Frequent, usually an herbal mixture of medications and male birth control - though he will on occasion dip into fogweed to quell his nightmares and dull the pain of flashbacks/painful memories. Drugs: Aside from what he smokes, he usually avoids such substances unless properly prescribed to him by a medical professional. Alcohol: On occasion. He drinks to taste, and no longer indulges in wine as much as he used to - on account that it makes him into one -very- flirtatious and amorous drunk. Though he has been known to enjoy absinthe with select company.

RP Hooks ––– –

The Wandering Bard; The man is not hard to find, and even harder to miss. From the music flowing from his harp within the taverns of Eorzea, to his enthralling stories told in the streets to groups of interested people or curious individuals. From the smallest settlements, to the big cities, his name his known as is his talent. All one needs is a genuine interest, and the bard is ever humbly at your service.

The Night Hunter; Only in circles of voidsent hunters, is his skills as a professional seasoned hunter known to his peers. With a reputation for clearing up to A-rank marks solo, he has never over his career failed a contract. For the right price, his bow is yours should you wish to hire him. Should you be tainted, marked, or a creature of the void or light yourself however? Be weary, for the wolf is always watching, and eager for a hunt.

Bad Dravanian Artisan; A bit of a guilty pleasure for the bard, his skills in leatherwork has been turned from a hobby into a marketed craft to the public. From collars, to leashes, floggers, whips, crops, bindings, and harnesses, he produces quality lifestyle and kink gear to interested customers. Custom works are also available to order, and the man takes pride in his every creation - even wearing and putting his own work to use himself. Stamped with his signature of a wolf’s head with an arrow in it’s jaws - it’s easy to trace his creations back to him.

The Secret Author; Under the pen name ‘Heliake Norrst’ the bard has written and produced a great number of books available in most book stores across the world, and in multiple languages for his international fan base. While his work varies in genre from adventure, to horror, mystery, and tragedy. It’s his Romance novels and Steamy erotica that’s made him world famous. Perhaps your character is a fan? Perhaps your character has been on a mission to find out who this mysterious and enigmatic author really is?

Lost in the woods; As one who hunts for his own food, leathers, pelts, and other materials for his craft. The bard is as much at home within the forests of the Shroud and the Coerthean wilds as he is within his cabin. It would not be far-fetched for him to cross someone lost, or having fallen victim to the erratic weather patterns or wildlife within those regions. Be it him happening upon someone while on a hunt, or having someone banging on his cottage door in want for help or shelter. Both are equally possible.

The Kind Traveler; The bard is not one to leave another at the mercy of fate, and even in his more ‘off the beaten path’ traveling it’s not an uncommon occurrence to come across another in need of aid. Nor is he hesitant to offer it. 

Contact Information  ––– –

Discord: Sorneth#6998 (Your free to add me if your interested in RP! I -do- do discord RP, but I’m not the best at it in terms of keeping up.) Tumblr: Your looking at it! (Completely IC blog, unless it’s a direct message. You will get IC responses) In game: Sorneth Caduceus (I’m -very- whisper friendly! So poke me anytime!) Carrd: Here

Seeking: Connections, RP Opportunities, New RP partners to write with in addition to the two lovely people who I RP with already.

Additional Questions? Please feel free to contact me to your hearts content, I’m about as threatening as a newborn kitten and I promise I’m likely way more anxious and afraid of you, then you are of me. <3 So pour upon me questions, concerns, or plot ideas!

@mooglemeet​

[sistersolis]

✧ Ashe ✧

there is quite a bit under the cut because i didn’t want this huge thing to take up peoples dash! i feel like i forgot some things from before, and for others i know there’s a lot, but pretty much everything here has been written in the past four years c:

the basics ⛧

Name: Olivia Solis, formerly Olivia Baiylee, now going by Ashe.

Nicknames: None really anymore. Used to be mostly Olly/Liv and Sunshine.

Age: 27.

Birthday: December 14th.

Race: Human.

Gender: Female.

Marital Status: Single.

physical appearance ⛧

Hair: Mid length-long, naturally platinum blonde. Mostly wavy, with some curly and straight pieces here and there.

Eyes: One brown, one blue.

Height: 5’5”

Build: Thin, somewhat athletic.

Distinguishing Marks: Several, though some have faded a bit over time, and most depend on her choice of attire. Her arm is prosthetic, though it’s not much noticeable unless you know it, know about that type of thing, or stare at it too much.

Scars: Over her brown eye, around her right arm where it meets her shoulder, scattered across her wrists, five holes and the shape of a wilted rose on her back, a circle on the back of her head, and a line across her stomach. Brands, in the shape of lines: Down the backside of one arm, both legs, both sides of her bottom, both breasts, and the middle of her stomach and back.

Tattoos: Also quite a new, not going to name where cause this is already getting long enough :( The name Scarlet, name Ettie, a flame, stag horns with flowers for the head, a butterfly, a dagger, a heart, the sun, sparkles, a crow skull, and a snake with roses. She’s been busy!

Piercings: Twice in both ears.

Common Accessories: Lots of meaningless rings, small hidden weaponry, hair ribbon, chapstick, a black choker around her neck with a heart dangling from it.

Likeness: She doesn’t really have one anymore.

personal information ⛧

Profession: Former journalist, former spy, former battle cleric, now a tattoo artist. And novice (very, very novice) tarot card reader.

Hobbies: She still enjoys writing and people watching, drawing, reading, fishing, boating, getting high.

Languages: Common and Thalassian.

Residence: It often changes, really.

Birthplace: Cathedral Square, Stormwind.

Religion: The Light, 100%.

Patron Deity: The Light.

Fears: Abandonment, being hated, falling in love, spiders.

Criminal Record: Suspicion of being a member of House of Crows, though never confirmed. Attempt to stop an arrest. (All a few years ago IC & OOC, I don’t remember if there were others)

Talents and/or Powers: She’s got a real talent for using the Light, and is okay with a bow. She’s also pretty good at writing (journalism type things) and drawing. She knows a bit about blood magic, mind magic, and shadow magic though not much at all. Also knows a lot about herbalism. Technically she knows how to use a sword, though no ones life should ever depend on it.

relationships ⛧

Spouse: Never married.

Children: None.

Parents: Her birth parents are Adda Draco and James Baiylee, but she was adopted by her uncle Archelaos Redright.

Siblings: A. Lot. But none that are currently being played to my knowledge. The few that she was most closest with before were Rolance and Zaderick. She also considers Scarlet her sister.

Other relatives: Also none that I know are being played.

Pets: She used to have 24 cats, a panther (I think, or something similar), and a deer, but she only has the one she started with as a child now. Still a white cat named Kitty.

sex & romance ⛧

Sexual Orientation: Bisexual.

Preferred Emotional Role: Dominant, submissive, or switch.

Preferred Sexual Role: Dominant, submissive, or switch.

Libido: Medium-High.

Turn-Ons: Knife play, blood, threats, biting. Other simple, basic things like kissing and feeling each other up. An excessiveness of attention toward her.

Turn-Offs: Unable to hold conversation, only very basic sex, following rules/laws to a T. Being too openly chaotic.

Love Language: Uh.. Honestly, I feel like all of them.

Relationship Tendencies: She’s usually never with just one person herself, but gets very jealous very easily.

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

habits ⛧

Smoking: Not really.

Drugs: She gets high somewhat often.

Drinking: Typically socially.

rp hooks ⛧

The Royal Courier: If you’re an early reader of TRC, you may remember Olivia Baiylee for her publishing’s, Noblegarden origin story, and the first People of Stormwind entry she wrote. She also published more a bit later on the war under the name Olivia Raseri.

House of Crows: If you were a member or someone in the know, she was a member of HoC on and off from 2016-2018.

Bloody Bunny: She was one of the founders, if anyone remembers it. She was also one of two who greeted people who entered every event.

Cathedral District, SW Docks, Redridge, and SW Guard offices: She’s spent a lot of time in these places growing up and in recent years.

Legion War: She was overseas as a battle cleric during the Legion war.

Criminal Past: If you need to fill a past antagonist for something (for something as small as thievery to as big as killing someone), we could probably work something out.

Tattoo Artist: Feel free to say she gave you one in the past year

ooc info ⛧

Primarily I’m on here and discord (magical girl#5685) right now. While I have her in game, I’m not on her much at the moment due to really low activity, but I can pop on, and probably will for events and things. I’m also coming back from a really long hiatus!

[vivalahoni]

LFRP- Zari’to Honi (Mateus| Crystal DC)

✦ GENERAL INFORMATION ✦ Age: 24 Birthday: 23rd Sun of the 1st Astral Moon Gender: Male Race: Miqo’te- Keeper of the Moon Sexuality: Straight Marital Status: Single Alignment: Neutral Good Server: Mateus

✦ PHYSICAL APPEARANCE ✦ Hair: Wild red hair with streak of white, often worn loose Eyes: Golden Height: 5’9 Build: Slender/muscular  Distinguishing Marks: Aside for common Miqo’te marks, light dusting of freckles on face, white tribal painting on face Common Accessories: Fan of hats

✦ PERSONAL ✦ Profession: Private Investigator (former scout and spy for the Maelstrom, reached rank of Captain) Hobbies: Reading, trying new food, traveling, chocobo riding, sparring Languages: Common, Tribal Miqo’te, Hingashi Residence: Goblet,  The Honeypot Agency Ward 18, Plot 33, Shirogane, The Spinner’s Rest, Ward 15 Plot 46 (FC headquarters) Birthplace: Black Shroud Religion: Believes in fate Patron Deity: Oschon, the Wanderer. Fears: Not a fan of bugs

✦ RELATIONSHIPS ✦ Spouse: None Children: None Parents: Zari Honi (Mother- NPC). Tonto’a Yas (Father- NPC) Siblings: Sasha Honi (Sister- NPC )Toncho’a Honi (Brother - NPC) Jhanna Honi (Sister)Chenoa Honi (Sister) Lyra Amberlin/Moreaux (Adopted Sister- Lyra Moreaux) Other Relatives: A whole tribes worth,  Master Urahara (Shinobi Master- NPC)

Pets: Red, his dog

✦ 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 / sometimes / frequently / to excess DRUGS: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess ALCOHOL: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess

✦ RP HOOKS ✦

·         Goblet Life: Honi has just opened up his own Private Eye business located in the Goblet called the Honeypot Agency. He and his colleagues can help you out of any sticky situation.

·         Maelstrom: Honi once served in the Maelstrom as a scout and spy but has since retired. Perhaps something from his past has come back to haunt him?

·         Shinobi: Honi was trained in the ways of the ninja by a Doman refugee while in the Maelstrom. He has also spent alot of time far east thanks to his FC. Perhaps another shinobi seeks his aid?

·         Oh brother, where art thou?: Honi originally left the Black Shroud in search of his brother who had been thought dead. He had only found bits and small clues as to what happened to his brother and none of them are good. Perhaps you can help with the search?

✦ CONTACT INFORMATION ✦ Tumblr: @vivalahoni​ Follows come from @vivalaezra​ Discord: Huckebein#3245 In Game: Zari’to Honi on Mateus. I also rp on Ezra Elric on Balmung.

·         I will not rp with minors, either ic or ooc.

·         I rp both in game and discord.  I’m more so available on discord thanks to work being very relaxed at time ^_^. I’m also happy to rp anywhere on the Crystal Datacenter

·         I am around US EST early AM or late PM.

·         I am open to lore bending but not breaking. Discuss before hand before we add it into the RP.

·         I generally prefer a heads up on triggering topics that may come into rp like rape, walking in on intense torture scenes, ect ect. While I’m happy to rp mature themes, I generally just like some warning about somewhat intense/dark scenes before proceeding.

·         Any long term damage to my character must be discussed ooc first.

Thanks for taking the time to read, ciao!

@ffxiv-crystal-rp​

[elegie-de-sang]

LFRP - Lucian de Sang

Age: 48 Birthday: 23rd Sun of the 3rd Umbral Moon Race: Elezen Gender: Male Sexuality: Asexual (panromantic) Marital Status: Single

Physical Appearance ––– –

Hair: Short, dark red hair. Usually kept combed back. Eyes: Blood red, and seem to glow faintly in dark. Height: 6′7 Build: Thin and rather sickly outlook, usually hidden with baggy clothing. Distinguishing Marks: A large scar running over his right eye, another, vertical scar on his left cheek, right below ear. The most distinguishing feature would still be his glowing, red eyes. In daylight the glow is unnoticeable, but in dim lighting, its quite easy to see, with dark shadows under his eyes only strenghtening the effect. His fingernails are long and sharp, while the fingers itself turn black towards the tips. Common Accessories: Golden earrings, and a ring on almost every finger. A signet ring with the family crest on his left thumb. Sometimes leaning on a decorated cane while walking, but it seems to be more for a show than support.

Personal ––– –

Profession: Head of the House de Sang, Red mage. Hobbies: Painting, alchemy, poetry, fencing. Languages: Common & Ishgardian. Residence: Pillars, Ishgard. Birthplace: Foundation, Ishgard. Religion: None. Patron Deity: None. Fears: Losing his standing in Ishgardian nobility, people sticking their nose into his personal life.

Relationships ––– -

Spouse: N/A Children: None Parents: Lucienne de Sang (mother, deceased), Quillenard de Sang (father, deceased) Siblings: Lysander de Sang (brother, deceased), Lucy de Sang (sister, status unknown) Other Relatives: None. Pets: His Ishgardian chocobo, Salome.

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: Extremely rarely. Drugs: Never. Alcohol: Occasionally. Favours red wine over everything.

RP Hooks ––– –

House de Sang - If you are part of Ishgardian nobility, you will most likely be familiar with House de Sang, and its leader, Lucian. Said house had several scandals surrounding it on the last generation, but is getting back on its feet under the new leader.

An elezen supremacist - Lucian dislikes the current situation in Ishgard. In his eyes, the downfall of their beautiful city started, when the gates were opened for outsiders. 

Mystery of missing servant - House de Sang has been hiring homeless elezen from Brume to act as servants. Compared to the amount of assumed servants though, the house itself seems quiet, and rarely any of the servants is seen in public.

The kinslayer - It is believed, Lucian’s older sister, Lucy, killed their baby brother under peculiat conditions some years back, and went missing. The case itself remains open.

Out of comfort zone! - Even though I usually favor darker themes in rp, Im basically up for (almost) anything! So do poke me, lets talk! 🌹

What I do and what I won’t ––– –– –

Darker themes (violence, gore, torture, drugs etc.) are totally okay, as long as the partner is 18+, and we have a mutual agreement about things!

No plots that will end up killing my character. Events that will leave scars or permanent injuries (physical or mental) are okay, as long as you talk to me first! 🖤

No ERP. Im married, and have no interest in ERP altogether.

Please, keep the IC and OOC things separate!

About the mun ––– –– –

Im a HUGE horror movie & Soulsborne-fan, and that usually shows on my characters too! ^^’ So anything along those lines, and Im in! 🖤

Time Zone: Eastern european (Im a night-owl though, so while it effects on my active hours, its not TOO bad.)

English is not my first language, so answers may sometimes be slower than from native english speakers, but bear with me!

If you see me around in game, come and say “hi”! Im always up for RP, or just casual ooc chatter! 🦇

Platforms: In game, Discord and Tumblr

Contact Information  ––– –

Tumblr - elegie-de-sang (lareine-kira) Server - Mateus, Crystal datacenter. Discord - On request

@mooglemeet @crystalxivrp

[aife-ffxiv]

LFRP- Aife Dolabnha (Mateus| crystal DC)

Art by @squaffle

✦ GENERAL INFORMATION ✦  Age: 20  Birthday: 25th Sun of the 3rd Astral Moon  Gender: Female Race: Miqo’te- Keeper of the Moon Sexuality: Straight Marital Status: Single Alignment: Neutral Good  Server: Mateus

✦ PHYSICAL APPEARANCE ✦  Hair: Curly, thick orange-red hair usually worn down with a braid in the front Eyes: Light brown Height: 5’2 Build: Slender Distinguishing Marks: Freckles on her face and all across her body. She has -a lot- Common Accessories: A carry bag filled with herbal remedies

✦ PERSONAL ✦  Profession: Healer, midwife- akin to a “wise woman” Hobbies: Reading, picking flowers and herbs, gardening. Languages: Common, limited huntspeak Residence: The Black Shroud, outside of a small hamlet. Birthplace: Black Shroud Religion: Devout believer in the Twelve. Favours both Nophica and Menphina. Patron Deity: Nophica, the Matron Fears: The greenwrath, wildlings, thunder.

✦ RELATIONSHIPS ✦  Spouse: None Children: None Parents: Alva Dolabnha (Mother- NPC). Sire (Tuhra’a Xalle- NPC) Siblings: None Other Relatives: None- clan deceased.

Pets: A lot of cats. A young korpokkur named Dee Dee

✦ TRAITS ✦  Extroverted / In Between / Introverted Disorganized / In Between / Organized Close Minded / In Between / Open Minded Calm / In Between / Anxious Disagreeable / In Between / Agreeablex Cautious / In Between / Reckless Patient / In Between /  Impatient Outspoken / In Between / Reserved Leader / In Between / Follower Empathetic / In Between / Apathetic Optimistic / In Between / Pessimistic Traditionalx / In Between / Modern Hard-working / In Between / Lazy Culturedx / In Between / Uncultured Loyal / In Between / Disloyal Faithful / In Between / Unfaithful 

✦ ADDITIONAL INFORMATION ✦  SMOKING HABIT: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess DRUGS: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess ALCOHOL: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess

✦ RP HOOKS ✦ 

·         Local Shroud Healer: Aife and her mother earn a moderate income from plying their trade as midwives and healers in the Shroud. Their poultices and potions are often traded for furs and meat with other local clans and Aife’s mother is often called as a midwife to difficult births.

·         Eager to learn: Aife is eager to learn more about healing in all its form. While she rarely leaves the Shroud, her eagerness to learn more about healing, herbalism or magic may just interest her enough to travel to another part of Eorzea or Ala Mhigo.

·         Poacher Bane: Aife often regulars’ areas where illegal poaching happens, rescuing animals from traps or that have been hurt. While she generally flees from any sign of danger, she may be known by her red hair as somewhat of an annoyance to illegal hunters in the Shroud

·         Keeper of the Moon: Aife’s clan disappeared under mysterious circumstances moons before she was born. As such she was raised by her mother largely in solitude. While she has been educated in most of the Keeper of the Moon ways, she’s always eager to make new friends and acquaintances of her own race. OOC I am also looking for Keeper of the Moon contacts, including a fc and/or linkshell/discord community

✦ CONTACT INFORMATION ✦  Tumblr: @aife-ffxiv Follows come from @kasumi-ffxiv Discord: Ask in private! In Game: Aife Dolabnha on Mateus. I also rp on Kasumi Gakunin on Balmung.

·         I am not looking for erp/romance rp. Sorry

·         I will not rp with minors, either ic or ooc.

·         I’d prefer to RP in-game, but I’m open to discord. I’m also happy to rp anywhere on the Crystal Datacenter

·         I am Australian (Australian EST) but I’m generally around US EST and PST most days of the week outside of real-life commitments.

·         I am open to lore bending but not breaking. If it seems possible, I’m open to the possibility unless it’s something illogical or overpowered like if your character is the daughter or son of a primal or brags in the Quicksand about being a Black Mage.

·         I generally prefer a heads up on triggering topics that may come into rp like rape, walking in on intense torture scenes, ect ect. While I’m happy to rp mature themes, I generally just like some warning about somewhat intense/dark scenes to assess my headspace.

·         Any long term damage to my character must be discussed ooc first.

@crystalxivrp

Boosts appreciated! 

[monarchoftime]

LF RP--Zuzukasa Mimikasa

The Basics ––– –

Age: 21

Birthday: 10th Sun of the 6th Astral Moon

Race: Dunesfolk Lalafell/???

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Marital Status: It’s...complicated

Server: Balmung

Physical Appearance ––– –

Hair: Short black Hair

Eyes: light brown

Height: 3′3″

Build: small but fit frame

Distinguishing Marks: The teardrop-shaped bead embedded in his head.

Common Accessories: Books 

Personal ––– –

Profession: Scholar, Engineer, Adventurer 

Hobbies: Reading, Making small contraptions, Triple Triad

Languages: Common, Hingan, Yanxian

Residence: Shirogane

Birthplace: ???

Religion: The Twelve

Patron Deity: The Wanderer

Fears: Having his past catch up to him, losing those who he has come to cherish

Relationships ––– -

Spouse: N/A

Children: N/A

Parents: Deceased

Siblings: N/A

Other Relatives: N/A

Pets: A puppy named Dazzle

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: N/A Drugs: N/A Alcohol: Socially

RP Hooks ––– –

The Bead: A bit of a touchy subject, one he most likely isn’t to speak much on as it harbors quite a few memories for him but maybe that certain someone can get it out of them. Who could that someone be?

Tiny Tactician: A small man who makes up for his weaknesses with a large mind full of plans. He has made a bit of a reputation for himself for being one of the best scholars and tacticians to come around. Some say he plans as if he has seen everything before it has even happened.

Contact Information  ––– –

As usual, don’t hesitate to send Asks or prompts. I would love to get to know you and tell you about my precious babes! 

Discord: Soul-King-X#9044

Looking for friends IC and OOC to RP with, Hope to have fun and see you all soon!

[aliceslantern]

Beyond this Existence: Atonement, chapter 2

Ansem always had a penchant for strays, so it's not at all surprising when he takes in the orphaned child Ienzo. The boy's presence changes everything, far more than Even is willing to admit. Ienzo's brilliance seems promising, but the arrival of a young Xehanort pushes the apprentices onto a dark, cruel, inhumane path which will affect the future of the World. And even once it's all over with--once Xehanort is dead--they still must pick up the pieces, forgive one another, find a way to atone for their atrocities, and struggle to accept the humanity which has been thrust upon them.

Read it on FF.net/on AO3

---

Ienzo has just turned six. He’s been at the castle for most of a year.

Aeleus is icing the simple white cake when Even goes to get his morning coffee. “You’re spoiling the boy,” he says in lieu of greeting. “Ansem gives him more than enough sugar with all the ice cream.”

Aeleus shrugs. “It’s not a birthday without cake.”

“Indeed, when presented with such things when I was younger, I nearly went feral,” Dilan says. “Though sugar does not seem to affect his countenance.”

“Not much does.”

“It’s worth celebrating, that he’s speaking,” Aeleus says. He puts the frosting knife in the sink. “Maybe we can encourage him to talk more.”

He still does not speak much, even now. His sentences are short, plain, often monosyllabic. At least they no longer need to rely on the whiteboard.

But now that he speaks, his nightmares have heft, sound. Even can hear him cry for them. It never hurts any less.

“Ah, speak of the devil,” Dilan says. Ienzo appears, still in pajamas, rubbing his eyes. “Happy birthday.”

He blinks. “That’s today?”

Even chuckles. “I figure today we can do something you like. Play, or perhaps go outside?”

Ienzo opens the fridge door and takes out a juice box. “No thank you,” he says politely. “I want to finish my book.”

“Anything for the prince, eh,” Dilan says. He’s taken to calling Ienzo that; despite the fact that he and Ansem have no blood ties and that “king” is an elected title. “If you go outside you can get more books, you know. Not just this dusty old tosh.”

This grabs his attention.

“I’ll even buy you one as a present.”

Ienzo turns pink. “Thank you.”

Dilan smiles. “Why it is my pleasure. Go get dressed. We can leave after breakfast.”

He retreats to his room quickly. Even puts up oatmeal. “That’s kind of you,” he says.

“He needs exercise. It’s not normal to be cooped up all day.”

“Dilan spoils the boy, but I can’t?” Aeleus asks dryly. “The double standards.”

Even laughs a little. “Such is the way of life.”

He returns to his lab. He had success with another fertilization; this one actually divided twice before dying. What was the difference? He doesn’t think he did anything differently. During all of his medical school studies, he did not recall IVF to be so finicky.

This isn’t the same thing. It’s a vehicle.

He studies the corpses of the cells under blacklight, trying to find anything that might illuminate the truth.

---

Ansem approaches him now, not the other way around. Even would be lying if he said he doesn’t enjoy the power. “Sorry to intrude,” he says.

Even looks up from the chaise and decides to be nice. “Nothing to intrude. I was mending Ienzo’s coat. He’s growing so quickly, I had to let down the hem.” They can buy clothes at the shops, but not many vendors sell lab coats in children’s sizes. They’re teaching Ienzo general chemistry; he needs to have protection.

“You’re sure? He’s awfully small.”

He hums idly. “He’s on the bottom end of average,” he admits. “I have a feeling Ienzo will always be relatively petite. But he eats plenty, and Dilan introduced him to the library in town, which is an incentive to walk.”

“...He goes on his own now?” Ansem asks. He sits without being invited.

Even pauses slightly in his stitching. “How old were you when you ran your first errand?” he asks instead. “He has to be back in half an hour, otherwise we take away the books. Funny. For most children reading is punishment.” He holds up the jacket, checking for evenness. “Can I help you with something?”

He picks up the book he’s carried in. It’s an odd size, old, the cut of the paper uneven. “I… admit I still do not know anything about which you’re working. But I know you have a body problem. I wonder if this might help.”

He eyes it derisively. “Not exactly cutting edge science, is it?”

Ansem chuckles. “No, but… I’ve spoken with a new… friend, and I wonder if this is food for thought.”

Even takes the book from him. The font is ancient, hard to read. “ Mysticism of the Heart? Sounds a bit… Romantic.”

Ansem shakes his head. “It’s nothing to do with feelings. Well, not quite. The author was a sorcerer… oh, many years ago. She studied the heart.”

“...As have I. As have we all.”

“The metaphysical heart, Even.” He seems exasperated. “I find myself… intrigued, as well. I was up all night reading it.”

“...That so?” He strokes the cover, the soft, crumbling leather.

“If you… want to make something living, you have to understand the forces behind it. At least, that’s how I see it.”

“None of this is proven,” Even says, but despite himself he can feel his mind stirring, the block loosening.

“Maybe not with science. Maybe not with black and white.”

“Consider my interest… piqued.”

---

Like Ansem, he finds himself engrossed in every page; he takes copious notes. The text is hard to read, from the font to the fact that it is an older dialect of their language. But the ideas behind it are fascinating, and not just from a scientific standpoint.

Everyone knows a person is made of a body, heart, and will; but nobody understands the latter two, how they function. Nobody can test something so abstract. But if he can figure it out… or at least start to get there… maybe it will mean something for the dying cells smeared on his slides.

He can feel an excitement rising in him, an eagerness, a passion, that he hasn’t experienced in some time. He’s finally getting somewhere. He photocopies the book to have as reference, and without a word, gives it to Aeleus.

Within two weeks none of them can shut up about it. Ienzo watches them discuss it, warily, another fantasy story in his hands. Even finds himself digging through the libraries all throughout the castle for more--there has to be more. But everything else he finds about the heart is vague, at best. Limited. A single line in a dictionary. He bites the bullet and begins looking towards texts of religion and philosophy as well, but unlike Mysticism of the Heart , it is all waffling.

The sorcerer who crafted the book spent her whole life studying the heart. After apprenticing under a master magician, she spent years crafting spells to look within--to feel the heart, what it might mean. She asked as many people as she dared (it was a time and place where magic was viewed as heresy, so Even can’t help but admire her nerve) if she, too, could look within their hearts. She wrote out each as a case study, but her major conclusions were as follows:

Hearts are not mere physical matter. They are made of two forms of metamatter, heretoafter deemed “light” and “darkness.” Like yin and yang, they were not necessarily good and evil, but rather seemed to have certain qualities: light was associated with feeling, healing, and nurturing, while darkness was associated with power, knowledge, and a desire to better oneself rather than the collective.

Hearts are about “feeling”, about aqueous aspects of identity.

The presence of bonds seem to make a heart stronger or weaker, depending on their health.

Stronger individuals could always produce more and fulfill themselves more.

Even had, of course, studied darkness and light; but they had been viewed mostly as pejoratives, things that were intangible. If this is right--this dusty old tome from who knows how long ago--it’s so much more literal than they ever could have guessed.

---

He is trying to draft ways to explore this more clearly when Ienzo finds him. Without a single word, he places a book on Even’s lap. “...What’s this?” Even asks him.

“It talks about hearts.”

Even examines it. It’s a fairy story; one from Ansem’s study. He feels a swell of something like pride when he realizes that Ienzo likely took it without permission. “A fantasy story?” he asks.

Ienzo shrugs. “They talk about dark and light.”

There’s no point on waiting for him to elaborate. “I will… examine it in more detail,” he says, shunting it to the bottom of his list.

Ienzo begins to leave, but then turns. “And magic,” he says.

Even furrows his brows. Acting on impulse, he opens the storybook Ienzo left behind.

Well, hell.

---

It all causes a massive dissonance; how much lore, nebulous and malleable, actually has more truth in it than they all think?

As a man of science, and yes, he thinks, reason, how can he possibly believe it, when this whole time he only believed what could be proven with numbers?

Even’s mind slivers into pieces: the part of him invested in his experiment; the part of him beginning to play into this heart nonsense; and the part of him that looks after Ienzo. Because the boy really does need looking after.

He’s still not well--with the absence of proper treatment, he can never be well. No longer trusting only Ansem’s word, Even takes a look at his predecessor’s reports--Ansem’s office is so disorganized, he will never notice if these things go missing for a few hours--and discovers to his horror that Ansem wasn’t embellishing at all.

The shift in Radiant Garden’s economy from manufacturing to STEM brought unprecedented progress. It increased their food yields, meaning nobody went hungry; it gave them technology and medicine to save lives, to make life in general easier. But with that shift meant a loss in other ways of other studies; they became neglected. Namely, the humanities. And under these older referendums, psychology was not deemed a hard science.

The people are feeling the strain. This, on top of the cultural stigma that comes with seeking help. Not so many students are studying the subject--none that will pursue the accreditation, anyway. Meaning with a dying and retiring population of therapists, there’s increasingly nowhere to turn to.

It isn’t just psychology, either. Even doesn’t have the time to crunch the numbers, but with the arts and humanities slowly being neglected, Radiant Garden is going through a slow cultural death. It upsets him more than he thought possible.

Perhaps this is why, after one of Ienzo’s nightmares, he does more than leave him be.

It’s almost a routine at this point. It’s clear that Ienzo has no control of himself during these spells; as soon as he wakes up, he tries his utmost to quiet the cries, so as not to disturb the rest of them. More upsetting yet.

Even brings him a cup of weak tea with honey, a cool cloth for his face. “...Are you alright?” he asks the boy. He has no idea where to begin. “How do you… feel?”

Ienzo looks at him as though he couldn’t have asked a stranger question.

He tries again, feeling rapidly out of his depth. “Are you afraid?”

He sniffles. “No. I… see them.”

“In your dreams?”

“All the time.” His small hands tremble when he takes the teacup. “I know they’re… dead.”

“Yes,” Even says. “I’m sorry.”

“I don’t… remember. Except for…” He touches his shoulder. “Did I make it up? Those monsters.”

“...No.”

He considers this. “They ate them?”

Even flinches without meaning to.

Ienzo interprets this as a confirmation. “They ate them.”

“It is never… easy, to lose someone.” The ever-present ache around his heart tightens. “We’ve… tried measures, to get rid of them.” It doesn’t help that the Unversed population is almost impossible to track; but this isn’t Even’s purview. “We won’t let anyone hurt you.”

“I know,” he says.

“It’s okay to miss them,” Even says. “You know this, yes?”

Slowly, Ienzo nods. “Where are they?”

“We… had them cremated shortly afterwards. While you were recovering.”

He shakes his head, and repeats the question.

“Oh… well… there’s no clear answer.” He clears his throat. “Some people believe that they go to a heaven, or an afterworld. Others believe that their souls are reincarnated into other people, or animals. Some think that they… merely go to sleep.”

He thinks about this. “Is it peaceful?”

Even’s heart about breaks. “Yes,” he says softly. “It’s very peaceful.”

“...Okay,” he says, and shrugs. “As long as they’re okay.”

“If you would like, I can… make a space for you to mourn. With the… mortuary tablets.”

“No thank you,” he says. “I’m tired now. Good night.”

---

Even does not know how else to broach the subject, but the conversation reveals him to be something of a hypocrite. How can he possibly teach Ienzo how to grieve when he refuses to grieve his own losses?

But he can’t begin the process and not end it; it would be continual, it would take work. It would distract him for his research and possibly incapacitate him for some time. He couldn’t give in to that urge now, not when he is so close to a solution. This is what’s been missing, he’s sure. Something… that can’t be created literally. But to move forward first he needs to understand more about hearts, and how they relate to their people.

“Master? Forgive me for intruding.”

Ansem looks up at him wearily. “Oh… hello.”

“Are you alright?” he asks, without meaning to.

“I’m merely tired. I’ve got… more arguments on my hands. It’s hard to find the budget to jumpstart a mental health program without taking away other things--and none of my colleagues can stand any of my suggestions.”

“I’ve no idea why you decided to go into politics.”

“Consider me a fool for trying to enact change.” Ansem sighs. “What is it you need?”

Even folds his hands together. “I don’t need more resources, but I was hoping to… reallocate some things,” he says. “We--Aeleus and Dilan too--would like to investigate the matters of the heart more scientifically. It would mean certain projects would have to wait, but… we all feel a passion for it, and I can’t pretend that’s meaningless.”

“...Yes,” Ansem says. “I… feel the same way about it. Finding truths about life itself… would make my work feel a lot less frivolous.”

“I can draw up a budget--”

“No need.” Ansem smiles. “Do what you must.”

---

So that’s it, then.

They need a workspace, one where they could all gather. There’s space in one of the lower levels, near the castle’s CPU; the maintenance techs will not be happy to deal with their comings and goings, but Even could care less. It is a bit isolated, but that also means it will be quiet.

It has been a long time since the four of them worked together on something, since shortly after graduate placement. And truly they had never done it like this.

Dilan surveys their office space with distaste. “...Quite sterile, isn’t it? No natural light.” Aside from two offices, the space is completely open; Ienzo spends quite some time running to and fro, and as he scarcely does this, they indulge him.

“...Is it? I could rather care less about decor.” Even opens one of the boxes and gently begins unpacking his gear into a cabinet.

“I’ll bring some plants,” Aeleus says.

“Well, we have what we need; where do we begin?” Dilan asks.

“Ansem started this. Maybe he has some clue.” There’s a loud crash; Ienzo ran clean into the sharp end of one of the metal tables and clutches his knee. He does not cry, but grits his teeth in silence. “Oh, goodness. What have you done to yourself?” At least he had the good sense to place his first aid kit towards the top of the pile. He tends to the small cut. “Be careful, alright? There are more dangerous things in this room than just a table.”

He shrugs, and drops his eyes. “I got excited,” he says.

---

It is all terribly exciting. It shouldn’t feel this strange to have Ansem back in the room with them. They sit clustered around the worktables, brainstorming or trying to; Ienzo studies, supposedly working out some math problems Dilan set him.

“There must be a way to unify these two methods,” Ansem says. “The science, the magic. Why shouldn’t it be some combination of both of them?”

Dilan all but rolls his eyes. “That’s all fine and dandy, if it were not for the fact that none of us have any training.”

“Couldn’t we learn?” Aeleus asks. “The… manuscript details how these things were done.”

Dilan twists the ends of one of his braids. “...Teach a machine how to do magic,” he says slowly. “It’s so insane that it might actually work.”

“A machine?” Ansem asks.

“Well, the manuscript also mentions how exhausting such spellwork is--not to mention, how advanced. We can’t afford to wear ourselves down. Nor do we have the time to study such things for so long.”

Even thinks about it. “You may be onto something.”

---

It takes time, and it takes all of them; fall wears into winter. The castle has always been drafty and damp, but here in the basement it’s basically unbearable. They huddle around space heaters, wander around in too  many layers. Dilan spends hours--weeks--poring over page after page of blueprints, trying to figure out how to make it work.

It isn’t as if Even can sneak away to try to work on his own projects, so he focuses on Ienzo. The boy isn’t perfect; he does trip up and make mistakes and occasionally can’t wrap his head around things. He has more aptitude for some subjects than others, favoring biology over chemistry and psychology over math. Even can’t help it; maybe he can’t give Ienzo the help he needs, but maybe he can give the boy the tools to eventually help himself.

Intellectually, he’s more advanced than many. But he’s still a child, with all the trappings of one. When he sees the snow on the ground, he’s tempted. So Aeleus takes him out to play. He returns delighted, pink-faced and soaked, and for the first time Even can recall he doesn’t have a nightmare.

Then he gets sick.

The castle’s something of a germ vacuum. Of course the moment Ienzo’s vulnerable something sneaks in. At first it seems merely like a cold; he sneezes over his studies, needs to be reminded to cover his mouth. Even gives him cold medicine, keeps an eye on him; all he knows is that he can feel this is something more, and his reliance on that instinct embarrasses him. When the boy begins audibly shivering Even takes him upstairs to bed. Ienzo’s fever rises dramatically--he’d forgotten how bad, how terrifying it can be in small children. Even plies him with fluids, with an antiviral. He just has to wait, to mop the poor child’s sweaty brow and hope it gets no worse.

“...How’s our patient?” Dilan asks. He carries a tray with soup for the both of them. “Don’t protest. This is for you. You’ve been up all night.”

“It’s the flu, I’m afraid.” He’s just dipped this cloth in cool water, it’s warm already. “Thank goodness he’s sleeping. He’d be miserable otherwise.”

Dilan stares down at the lump that was Ienzo, barely visible below all the blankets. “...How bad is it?”

Even checks his log; he’s been taking his temperature every two hours, in the vain hope that it’ll break sooner rather than later. “Hovering around 40.5.”

“...Goodness, that’s…”

“If it gets higher we can chance an ice bath. But I’d rather not do that if I can avoid it. He’s already so sensitive--odds are his mind would interpret the cold as pain.”

“Couldn’t you simply… put the boy to sleep?”

“As if the ice water wouldn’t wake him up?”

Dilan puts a hand to his forehead. “Forgive me… my head is rather foggy.”

“You must be exhausted.” Even rewets the rag and places it back on Ienzo’s warm little face. “Get some rest. The last thing we need is for you to get it as well.”

He nods. “Should I… call someone?”

“Like who? Dilan.” He chuckles. “I’ve seen many sick children in my day. I promise I’m qualified.”

“I know you’re close to the boy. That can cloud things.”

“...We’ll be just fine. Your concern touches me.”

He stays with Ienzo that night; Ansem comes in and out, bringing them food, blankets, tea. He makes Even go sleep for a few hours. Even hopes his own exhaustion is just that. The last thing he needs…

Ienzo’s fever drops from 40.5 to 39. An improvement, but not much of one; now instead of being asleep, he’s conscious and miserable and the cold medicine only makes him irritated. He still can barely keep anything down. Even tries not to worry--it takes much longer than two days for the flu to pass--but inside a web of anxiety is spinning, gently, what if he doesn’t get better, what if the fever suddenly worsens in the night and he seizes, isn’t there something else I can do? He almost has to force the boy to drink, considers starting an IV line. After a few hours Ienzo sleeps, fitfully, shivering hard. Despite himself, Even drifts too, jolting back into consciousness every time his head nods. He knows he should ask for someone to relieve him, at least temporarily. But who?

During one of these sleepy waves, he hears it. “Daddy?”

Even blinks hard. “It’s Even, little one. Go back to sleep.”

He takes a shaky breath, one full of phlegm. “Where is he?”

He cracks a little. “I’m sorry. He’ll be back soon.”

“He’s supposed to--” Ienzo’s reeling a little, his eyes rolling.

“What, love?”

“The song to make it go away--” He shudders, propping himself up.

“Lay back down. It’s alright.” His family must have had rituals, Even realizes, just like any other. “I can read to you, would that help?”

“Why did they leave?” His voice breaks.

“Oh, love. They didn’t want to.”

Ienzo bursts into tears. It’s not the same as the nightmare-induced panic attacks; there’s a cold sentience to this. Almost instinctively, and against his better judgement, Even draws him into his arms. He’s unsure of how Ienzo will react to the touch, but to his surprise he feels the boy clinging to him.  It feels so familiar. The weight of him is almost exactly like--

Anything but that.

He tries to focus on comforting the boy, but all he can say are some variations of “it’s alright.” It seems to take a very long time for Ienzo to calm down, settling down against Even’s chest in an exhausted heap. He dares not move, lest he disturb him more.

The next thing he knows he’s waking up, the boy still asleep in his arms. As gently as Even can, he lays him back down and tucks the blanket more securely around his shoulders. He checks the boy’s fever. 38, only a touch higher than normal. They’re out of the woods. Or, he notes with a groan as he feels a sudden ache in his back, Ienzo is. He makes his way slowly out of the room and sees Dilan. “Don’t come any closer,” he warns. “I believe I’ve caught it too.”

Dilan sighs. “I’ll bring you some soup. Best get to bed.”

“...Right. Never a dull day around here, is there?”

“If only.”

He is beginning to feel the brunt of it in earnest; he shivers as he bathes no matter how warm the water, and the blankets do not seem to be enough. Dilan, in a mask, brings him medicine. Even tries to read for a while, but nothing has straight lines anymore, so he succumbs to a restless sleep.

Of course he’s aware delirium can twist the mind, can weaken it, can lower one’s defenses. That doesn’t make him prepared for the onslaught that follows. He can see their faces clear as day as desperately as he tried to forget them--he can hear their voices--

Dad, look! Look, I got it! The boy, hanging determinedly from a set of monkey bars.

Please be careful--oh, love--

Even, kids get hurt. Let him have his fun.

He ran out of time. He should’ve been with him. If he’d’ve been there maybe none of this would’ve happened. They’d still be--

Officers in deep blue uniforms--

An electrical failure--

Transformer blew--the place likely went up in minutes.

They probably didn’t feel much of anything.

He wasn’t there, making his imagination work all the harder--did they cry? Were they together when it happened, holding one another? Did they think of him? It has to have been awful--to feel oneself be torn apart--no matter how quickly it happens--

Something cool pats his face, bringing him almost, but not quite, to consciousness. He feels horrifically nauseous. “Go back to sleep,” says the voice.

“I have to… check on him,” he mumbles.

“Ienzo’s doing much better. His fever broke. You, on the other hand--” A wry chuckle. A sound like woodsmoke.

Smoke? “I should’ve--”

“Nonsense. You took excellent care of him. Now you must look after yourself.”

“He could’ve fallen.”

“Ienzo’s going nowhere.”

Even’s feeling increasingly woozy. “He feels like him. Why did you do this to me?” And then it’s happening, he’s crying again, a sensation that physically hurts. He feels a hand on his back above the blankets.

“Why do you feel you must suffer alone?”

Darkness, for a long time. When he wakes he still feels horrid, but at least things are beginning to sharpen again. His head’s pounding, and his muscles feel like lead. He groans a little when he tries to prop himself up.

“Even?”

His head snaps up; the sudden movement worsens the pain. “You should go, you needn’t see this.”

Ansem looks exhausted. His hair is unkempt, his beard needs trimming, and the circles under his eyes are nearly comical. “You’re too unwell to take care of yourself. I was near Ienzo, so if I’m already infected, no point exposing the others.” He pours Even a glass of water and hands him a few pills. “Your fever’s not so terrifyingly high, but you were quite delirious for a while.”

“I am… aware.” He scowls. He’s so thirsty. The moment he sets down his empty glass, Ansem gets more. He’s dragged a chair to Even’s bedside; it’s here Ansem sits.

“I wish to have… a word,” he says, with difficulty.

“While I’m essentially a captive audience? Not very sportsmanlike, is it?”

“Well quite bluntly otherwise you’d flee. Because you’ve been avoiding it like the plague.”

Even lays back down with a huff.

Ansem scratches his beard. “Kick and scream, I don’t care. We’ll chalk it up to your illness. You’re clearly suffering. Pushing it away isn’t going to  make it any easier. You’re living in a state of quasi-denial where everything’s fine. Everything needn’t be fine, Even.”

“You think this is denial?”

Ansem looks him in the eye. “Yes. I do. The longer you put it off, the more you don’t have to face the fact that your life is forever changed, that your residence in the castle is no longer a temporary one. You have to grieve them, Even. It’s been almost two years.”

He looks up at the ceiling. The dome light, a moth flickering around it agitatedly. “...Has it been that long already?” he asks. “I… hadn’t realized.” He’s again exhausted but can’t find the energy to be angry.

Mostly  because Ansem’s right.

He feels Ansem’s warm, dry hand slide over his. “I do not expect you to be the same. But I would like you to let me help you.”

“What could you possibly do for me?”

“Listen.”

“With all your free time?”

“Even.”

He exhales shakily.

“Bonds can make a heart stronger,” Ansem says. “That’s what you need right now.”

How very like him, to frame it in context with Even’s work. “Where would I even begin?”

“You mentioned that Ienzo feels the same.”

It’s hard to breathe. “...Yes,” he says. “They’re about the same size. He was, rather. My son.” Saying it feels like getting stabbed. It’s easier not to look at Ansem, so he doesn’t.

“I… remember. But he never had an aptitude for the sciences. A gentle soul, that one.”

“Incredibly. Dare I say it, too fragile to last very long. Almost like we were tempting…” He trails off.

“...Fate? Even, I thought you didn’t believe in such things.”

“Ansem, I’m not certain of anything anymore.”

“...That’s quite alright.”

“I had wanted to make things better.”

“It’s not too late.”

“It always will be, for them.” He closes his eyes. “As for me…” He doesn’t know what else to say. “Other than my work, truly…”

“What is there to live for?”

“...I’m frightfully pathetic.”

“No. You’re in pain.” He adjusts his grip on Even’s hand. “Closing yourself off to the world won’t heal your heart.”

“I suppose it won’t.” It’s an emotion he’s unsure of, fragile and pale. “Why is it you care?”

“Even, I’ve known you since university. I’ve seen your brightness, your hope. I know you can find it again.”

“I’m afraid your certainty must be enough for the both of us.”

“I will try my best.”

---

He feels a bit different after the sickness, like he’s shifted a bit to the left. It takes a while to regather his strength, physically and otherwise. He spends this intellectually useless time with Ienzo, in the large library; the boy can’t seem to believe there are so many books. The excitement of it soothes Even. He wishes he could feel the same, that he could go back to the point where he, too, saw so much wonder.

Truthfully, other than his size, Ienzo bears no resemblance to his son. That child was an artful soul, constantly drawing; Ienzo never picks up a marker unless it is to write. That child loved to play; Ienzo would much rather read and seek stimulation more quietly. Were he older, Even thinks, Ienzo might have been a peer to himself. He surely must eventually go to university, to meet more people his age like him. Scientists are poor excuses for friends.

“So that’s him? Cute kid.”

The voice startles him; his heart jolts unpleasantly. He turns and sees a man he can only vaguely recognize, in the castle’s deep blue guard uniform; his short dark hair is slicked back, and a red kerchief covers his collar, breaking protocol for sure. “I’m sorry, can I help you?”

The man puts a hand on his hip. “Heard you guys are cooking up a project, and could use the extra help around here.” He sticks out his white-gloved hand. “Name’s Braig. We’ve met.”

Even glances briefly back at Ienzo, who has barely moved. Braig’s glove is a little dirty, and after he shakes his hand he makes a note to wash his own as soon as possible. “Then surely I needn’t introduce myself. That boy over there’s Master Ansem’s ward, Ienzo.”

“Figured. Everyone’s been talking about him.” Braig observes him for a moment. “You’re Ansem’s right hand man, aren’t you?”

“Master Ansem,” Even corrects. “And I’m one of his science officers, if that’s what you’re referring to.”

The man shrugs. “So then why are you on babysitting duty?”

Even takes a breath to compose himself. Braig’s manner is most unbecoming to a supposedly-stoic castle guard. “I assist with the boy’s education,” he says instead.

Braig chuckles. “If you want to call it that.”

He tries to bite down on his temper. “Don’t you need to return to your rounds?” he asks, politely.

He shrugs. “I’m off the clock. Just taking a look at my new digs. Only saw it briefly during orientation, which was a lot longer ago that I want to admit.”

So he doesn’t even have newness as an excuse for this behavior. “I see,” he says distastefully.

“Can I introduce myself to the kid? Don’t want to freak him out if I’m going to be around.”

Even blanches. He hates to admit Braig has a point; Ienzo needs to be familiar with those around him. “...He is rather shy. Don’t be surprised if he simply ignores you.”

Braig shrugs. “Eh, I’ve had worse.” He approaches him slowly. There’s something lazy, almost cat-like, about the way he moves. Even watches him warily. “Hey, kiddo. Whatcha reading? Doesn’t look like a whole lot of fun.”

Ienzo looks up at his assailant with an expression of dull disappointment.

“Name’s Braig. One of the castle guards. ‘Fraid you’re going to be seeing this ugly mug a lot.”

“Okay,” is all Ienzo says. He goes  back to his reading. Braig crosses back over to the door.

“Not a people person, I guess,” he says. “Be seeing you, Even.”

Even bristles when Braig doesn’t use his title. “With all due politeness, if we’re to work together you must be respectful.”

Braig smirks a little. “Sure thing, Doctor. ” When he leaves, his tread is nearly soundless. Even sighs a little out of frustration.

“Ienzo? We must go get some lunch.”

“I’m not hungry,” he says, turning the page.

“You lost weight when you were ill. The last thing we need is for you to get sick again.”

---

“...I admit he’s… a character,” Dilan says, his lip curling.

“Is there no one else?” Even asks. “If this is to be the constant,  I wish for it to be someone who’s… more in line with decorum.”

“Ansem does not seem to mind,” Dilan remarks. He looks pale, the skin under his eyes the color of a bruise. Even’s not sure which cup of coffee he’s on, but he’s also sure he doesn’t want to know.

“I understand the… trepidation,” Aeleus says slowly. He searches through the tome he’s holding slowly. “I worked in tandem with him for some time. Braig is very experienced, and the people like him. That’s not for nothing. Have you truly never met?”

Even feels his face reddening. “Not that I can recall.”

Dilan chuckles. “Perhaps he’ll respect you if you respect him.”

“Of course his labor is valuable.”

“...Not what I said.”

“How are things going?” Even asks instead.

He takes off his reading glasses and rubs at the bridge of his nose. “Feels I’m running a fool’s errand,” Dilan admits. “I consulted with the wizard Merlin, as Master advised, yet…” He digs something out of his pocket and sets it on the table between the three of them; it’s a blistered, patinated bit of scrap metal, its edges splintered. “This is all that’s left of my prototype.”

Ienzo hops down from his chair to investigate. He reaches up to the table to take the piece of metal, his arm too short to reach the center of the table.

“No, child, that’s quite sharp,” Dilan says.

“I just want to look at it,” Ienzo says, with a hint of a whine. Aeleus hefts the boy onto his knee. He peers through the curtain of hair at the metal. “Not aluminum.” He pronounces it like “lumininum.” Even corrects him gently.

“No. It’s… it was an alloy,” Dilan says.

He shakes his head. “Needs to be something flexible.”

They are all silent for several moments; Ienzo cocks his head slightly.

Dilan scoffs a little to himself. “The boy’s right. Good on you, Ienzo.”

Ienzo beams at the praise, revealing his missing front teeth--the milk teeth fell out some two weeks prior.

Dilan drums his fingers on the table. “But if not metal, then what?”

Ienzo shrugs. “Master says gummy.”

Even raises an eyebrow. “What, rubber?”

“Gummy,” he repeats, slowly, as if that makes it any clearer.

“Ienzo, we’ve no idea what you’re talking abou--”

He turns red. “That’s what his friend says!” He’s almost yelling. Ienzo’s temper is a new development.

Aeleus rubs his shoulders gently. “Calm down and think about what you need to say,” he suggests.

He’s tearing up, sniffling in frustration. It’s clear Ienzo occasionally has difficulty stringing together his thoughts, especially as he becomes more verbal. “His friend, his friend speaked about it--”

“Spoke,” Dilan corrects.

Aeleus tucks a strand of gray hair behind the boy’s ear. “What about this friend?”

Even’s almost sure the conversation’s meaningless until Ienzo says, “His friend has a star. He’s little, not like me. And he has a…” He shapes something with his hands, something long and thin.

Aeleus offers him a pencil and some graphing paper. “Why don’t you try drawing it?”

The boy begins sketching dutifully, the lines messy. It looks almost like a sword, or a bat, but he adds something to the tip of it, something like--

Even’s heart all but stops, and from the looks on Aeleus’s and Dilan’s faces, theirs do too. “Are you… quite sure of what you saw?” Even asks gently. Ienzo is not a particularly imaginative child, but this seems more plausible than the truth on the paper in front of them.

He nods. “I see… I saw it.”

There, in the horrible fluorescent lighting, is a drawing of a Keyblade.

---

There are so many thoughts going through Even’s mind, he doesn’t know how to keep track of them. He honestly isn’t sure if he feels sick or exhilarated.

They always thought that Keyblades were legend. But considering Ansem’s fascination with other worlds… Has he, privately, tried to contact them?

Is Ienzo merely lying?

The boy is not a liar, but it makes so much more sense if Even believes he is. Well, there’s one simple solution to all this. He may make a fool of himself, but he has to pursue this feeling.

During a break in Ansem’s schedule, he goes to see him. He considers bringing Ienzo too, as a sort of collateral, but Aeleus is in the middle of a biology quiz, and Even knows how busy Ansem gets.

He feels breathless, and sweaty. “I must have a word.”

Ansem’s head snaps up. “My friend! Are you alright? Please, sit.”

He does, sinking first down onto a pile of files before he remembers to remove them. Ansem pours some water from a decanter and hands it to him. Even watches the light refract off of the crystal glass, trying to gather his nerve. “You had Ienzo in on a meeting,” Even says.

Ansem looks more confused than anything. “I never involve him in city work.”

“A visitor, then? Some friend of yours?” He sounds a bit wheezy. “The boy is either… telling tales, or you’ve been up to something.”

Ansem hesitates, and this hesitation tells Even everything he needs to know. “I did not intend for Ienzo to be there, but he just so happened to arrive when--”

 “Who?”

Ansem sighs heavily. It’s a sound of getting caught.

---

Forty-five minutes later, Even has a splitting headache. He may, he reckons, be going completely insane.

Apparently out of the blue one day a mouse king arrived from another world, teleported willy-nilly via something he called a “star shard.” Even does not know how to begin unpacking this. Mouse? Child-sized, sentient, speaking their language? And of course Ansem immediately started asking him about this--the two spent some hours talking about their worlds, the commonalities, the differences. Which of course Ansem kept to himself. Only then the mouse (mouse!) king returned, during one of Ansem’s tutoring sessions with Ienzo. This time he brought books, books from this other world, and some aqueous cubes of material he calls “gummi blocks.” And he was very pleased to tell Ansem he’d become a Keyblade master.

What in the world is going on? Nobody has ever believed Keyblades were real , and here the proof is in the pudding, so to speak. It’s all true, which makes Even feel even more mad; it seems like everything he’s learned is a lie.

In it all, a glint of hope.

Ansem lends him the books. Here there’s more information about light and darkness--well-reasoned studies proving, more than anything, that it’s a whole lot more literal than any of them have ever thought, and provides them with building blocks on how to seek it out in the environment.

The gummi material is exactly as alien as Even thought; immensely mutable, easily replicable. He spends hours subjecting the stuff to tests--extreme heat, liquid nitrogen, stress, impact, gravity. It can hold shape with ease, hardening to become like glass, its texture scrambling to become whatever they urge it to conform to. And it seems to be extremely durable.

“Something flexible,” Dilan says with awe. “This must be what Ienzo meant.”

It seems to be exactly what they need to move forward with their research. Now that he knows he’s not suffering a mental breakdown, the possibilities excite Even, actually make it difficult to sleep at night.

They create something like a pod, with the hope of being able to isolate the light from the darkness. They need something living, to study; they examine mice, reptiles, insects. While these things do seem to carry light and darkness in their own way, they also lack hearts--the real, intangible, metaphysical hearts. The proper thing to do would be to study people. The machine seems to do no harm to the lesser animals, but the moment humanity comes into it, it gets intensely more complicated.

“It will take… quite some doing,” Ansem admits. “You have to create a risk impact statement, and that statement has to pass the board of ethics. And I need it to. I will not have anyone getting hurt. We know so little about these forces.”

“Of course we will obtain informed consent,” Even says. “We merely wish to examine them, and to ask them questions about the more… mythical things. Like bonds, or memories. How do we measure these things? We can only figure it out by gathering data.”

“I warn you, this may take some time,” Ansem says. He crosses his legs, looking towards the machines--Dilan has made two more. “The typical amount of time it takes things to pass the board is six months--something like this? Perhaps longer.”

Even curses his own lack of foresight. He should have drafted something earlier, before they got swept in this nonsense, to avoid these roadblocks. But who, says a small voice inside of him, would really stop them? Who would inspect them? After all, this would all be so harmless. “...Of course.”

“I will try my best to force it past them--but they must carry out their own studies, and observations. The people have a right to know what happens at this castle. Especially if it may-- however nebulously--impact them.” He closes his eyes for a moment. “I’m sure you have other things to pursue in the meantime.”

“I suppose I could… spend some more time on Ienzo’s education. I fear in all this excitement it’s been rather neglected.”

He smiles, but it’s tired. “I’m sure the boy learns much more than you think merely being around you.”

“It was his idea to use the gummi blocks,” Even admits. “I think he intuited their use before we even experimented on them.”

Ansem stares at him. “Is that true?”

“Children often have fresh, blunt perspectives,” he says. He goes to adjust the band in his hair, but again, the elastic breaks against his fingers. “...Blast.”

Ansem chuckles. “If it bothers you so much, cut it.”

“It is rapidly getting to that point.” He takes the band and tries to tie it around the mass. It holds, barely. “As I was saying. Ienzo’s intellect here pairs well with that freshness. He can see things we’re too stubborn to see, in a way far less complex.”

Ansem twirls a pen. “Would it do him good to continue to observe your work? Does he enjoy it?”

Even thinks. “I believe so. It started this way out of necessity--if he’s not with you, he’s with one of us, and this is where we’ve all been.”

“If it’s as harmless as you say… I see no reason why it shouldn’t continue. So long as he still gets sunlight, and the like.”

---

For a while they all slip into a sort of lull. Even takes Ienzo to town with him, hoping to enroll him into some sort of activity that would encourage him to make friends; but the stimuli of the city actually reduces Ienzo to tears, and Even ends up carrying the boy home. It’s strange; Ienzo’s always been able to make it to the library, but the library isn’t in the dead center of town. He puts him to bed, lays a cool cloth over his eyes. “We can try again when you’re ready,” he says softly.

Soon, though, Ienzo disappears again, for more than his usual trip to the town library. Even tries to be more rational about it this time--the boy probably lost track of the hours--and he finds he doesn’t have to go very far. He’s merely in the square, near a blonde teenage boy wearing odd clothing (the fashions these days). He must’ve been bringing Ienzo home. “Ah, there you are. Didn’t I warn you not to wander off, child?” Ienzo gives a small shrug. He turns to the blond boy. “I see we owe you our thanks. We have done our best to raise the boy, since his poor parents are not here to do it.”

The teenager stares down at Ienzo. “Oh, you’re on your own, huh?” Then, to Even--”Sir, I’m looking for a friend of mine. He’s a tall guy dressed kinda like me. Have you seen him?”

Even would not have expected such politeness from someone dressed so. But he knows a gaggle of teenagers gathers on the outskirts of town. “Perhaps I did see him in the outer gardens. Just follow this road.”

“Thank you.” Something about this boy’s face is familiar. Who knows--such kindness and eagerness to protect might make a good guard out of him.

Even smiles a little. “No, thank you, for keeping Ienzo out of harm’s way.” He pauses. “And… well, let’s just say I have a feeling we are destined to cross paths again.”

The boy seems unsure of how to respond. They part on that note. Even notices a sudden vacantness in Ienzo’s eyes.

“How kind of that young man to bring you home,” he says. “Then again, I suppose everyone knows who you are.”

“No,” Ienzo says.

“No, what?”

He looks up. He squeezes his shoulder once. “Nothing. It was by chance. Do you think you’ll meet him again?”

He blinks. “I think anything’s possible. Don’t you?”

---

He’s finally fallen deeply, blessedly asleep one night several weeks later when he’s being woken. Aeleus, urgent and flushed. “We need you,” he says.

“What? This late? Why?”

“It’s Ienzo.”

He doesn’t bother putting on his formal clothes and follows Aeleus in his dressing gown. The air’s cool, dry; it smells like ozone. Even notes that outside it’s storming. They go down to the new lab. Even can taste his heartbeat, knowing all too well that nothing good has happened here. Braig, of all people, is cradling the boy; he’s in an odd state of quasi-consciousness. Even notices for the first time that the man’s wearing an eye patch, one he most certainly did not have several weeks ago. What did that miscreant do? Well, it’s not important now.

“I was doing my rounds down here when I saw him,” Braig begins. “I asked the kid what he was doing but he just stared at me. He was standing over there--” Braig points to one of the machines. Aeleus darts over to investigate. “I dunno. He started breathing all funny and then dropped like a sack of potatoes.” He lays Ienzo down so Even can examine him. His pulse is elevated, and he’s nearly hyperventilating. A finger of panic threatens to overtake Even, but he swallows it down.

“What is it, Aeleus?” Even hedges.

“Come here,” Aeleus says in an odd voice.

“I’m tending to Ienzo, Aeleus, he needs--”

“You really have to see this.”

Braig shakes his head. “I’ll keep an eye on the kid,” he says.

Shakily, Even joins Aeleus. Instantly he can tell what overtook Ienzo; the strong scent of chlorine gas makes his eyes water before he can turn away. The ventilation is good enough that it shouldn’t affect the rest of them now; but for a small child, one good lungful is enough. A hole has been burned clean through the ersatz gummi glass; something’s a molten lump inside, pinkish and still smoldering. More alarming than this, though, are the thin purplish tendrils rising from it.

“Chemical smoke?” Aeleus asks.

Even knows this is not the case. He isn’t sure how he knows--it’s just a certainty deep inside.

The gummi block drips darkness.

---

He tells Aeleus to put on protective gear and seal the block somewhere safe so they can observe it. Meanwhile, he has more important things to deal with. He brings Ienzo to the med bay, decontaminates him in case the chlorine got on any other parts of his body, and starts him on oxygen. He does not need to be intubated, thank the stars, but it takes much too long for his breathing to sound less labored. In all this, the poor boy falls asleep.

He sees Ansem’s face peeking in through the glass panel on the door, but he doesn’t dare intrude until Even gives his approval. He rushes over to Ienzo, pulls him close; Even’s shocked to see a tear run down his face. Once he seems to assure himself the boy’s stable, he turns to Even, danger in his rust-colored eyes.

“A word,” is all he says. A command, not a question.

Even stands and glances over towards the bed.

“Aeleus will keep an eye on him. Come.”

Even follows several paces behind, his heart pounding dread. Once they’re well out of earshot, in the breezeway, Ansem speaks, his back turned to Even, his hands held behind. None of the affable friendliness of their normal interactions--no longer just Ansem, but Ansem the Wise, King of Radiant Garden.

Very well.

“This must not continue,” Ansem says. His voice is soft, and low, barely audible above the rain pattering loudly on the crystal ceiling.

“Do not blame this on me. The boy went down there on his own.”

“Of course he did! He’s a child, a curious one. We’ve done nothing but enable him, and now we’ve put him in danger.” Ansem looks over his shoulder. “I forbid him from observing this research any longer, at least until he’s old enough to understand consequence. I figured that you of all people would know better.”

It feels like a barb, rendering Even’s retort useless. He doesn’t catch his breath for a full moment. His heart is full of ice. “What are we to do, then? Have him under lock and key? Am I to keep twenty-four hour surveillance on him?”

“I mean you need to be careful.”

“I am nothing but careful.” He should feel enraged, but all he feels is a strange, cool distance. “We are all careful with him. Moreover…” A breath. “He’s your son. We did not collectively agree to raise him. If you’re so concerned about his wellbeing, perhaps you should have a more active role in his life. I can’t do everything, Ansem.”

He turns. Even holds firm.

“You prattle on about my recovery, and yet, you’ve no idea of the weight of the responsibility you’ve placed on me.”

“You think I do not know responsibility? ” There’s a sharpness to his tone Even’s never heard before.

“Abstractly, yes, of course. But when faced with it in the flesh, you--”

There’s a splitting crack outside, a crack of thunder; a shockwave cracks the crystal window closest to Ansem, and they both jump. “What on earth?” Ansem spits. “Even--dear god, look out the window.”

The sky is swarming with darkness--luminous pink and violet and black tendrils. “We must get inside.”

“Get Ienzo. Go somewhere safe, all of you. Go. ”

“Don’t tell me you’re going to go out in this?”

“Even, I must see what’s to be done. The people may be in danger.”

He takes a breath. Be careful, he nearly says. “...Alright.”

Ienzo’s conscious when he gets back to the room.

“What’s happening?” Aeleus asks.

“I’ve no idea. The three of us are going down to my lab. There’s--” He feels Ienzo’s eyes on him. “Something’s going on outside. A bad storm. Best keep away from windows. No need to worry.”

Aeleus knows he’s lying for Ienzo’s benefit. “Can you walk?” he asks the boy. “You know what? Here.” He hefts him into his arms. “You’ll soon be too old to be carried around, yes? Might as well enjoy this small luxury.”

They go together, Even carrying the oxygen tank. Ienzo still seems limp, tired, though his eyes betray something else happened down there. What on earth had the boy done? Melted down a gummi block? But how? Nothing Even did to them had that reaction. Something that resulted in a production of chlorine… unless the gas the melting block emitted simply seemed like chlorine? They do not truly know what the blocks are made of, just that they can make themselves into any substance.

And how did it produce darkness in its rawest form?

Ienzo’s staring at him, so he tries to smile. “You, little one, are in a lot of trouble,” he says jovially. “What were you doing in the lab on your own? You know it’s not safe! It’s a good thing Braig found you. You could’ve gotten sick.”

Ienzo says nothing. Again, he’s limp against Aeleus, but his breathing’s not audible and his pulse feels more or less normal, all things considering.

“We will talk about this,” Even says to him sternly. “Once you’ve rested.”

In the lab, they rest the boy on Even’s cot, the one he uses when he’s simply too exhausted to walk all the way back. He tucks the blanket around the boy’s shoulders. “Try to get some sleep.” He sits with Ienzo until the boy’s drifted off. The thunder’s much quieter here, but still, to the listening ear, audible--even through all the stone.

Aeleus wordlessly hands him a cup of coffee and nods his head towards the supply pantry. Even follows him inside and shuts the door most of the way. "Have you any idea what this is?" Aeleus whispers.

"I… almost feel as if I imagined it," Even says in an equally soft voice. "The sky was full of color--of darkness. But I don't know--where would it have come from? We've no idea what so much of it can do--the myths all point to destruction. I was told to come here with you and protect the boy." He feels his lips curl into a sneer. "And of course I must follow orders."

Aeleus sighs. "He blames you?"

"Of course he does. I'm afraid I lost my temper."

"I'd be surprised if you didn't."

"We have to figure out whatever Ienzo was doing," Even says. He fusses with the dry ends of his hair. "Not just for his safety… for our research. And why he decided to do this on his own."

"He likes independence," Aeleus says simply.

"Well. There's plenty of time for him to be independent when he's older--"

"Even?" They hear him call from the other room.

He crosses over to Ienzo; he's fiddling with the oxygen mask, unable to get it off of his face.

"Little one, you should leave that on. You breathed in some nasty business."

He blushes, then admits, embarrassed, "I need the washroom."

"Oh--of course." Even takes it off, points to the door where it could be found. "But it goes on the moment you're through."

They wait for him. Aeleus pulls a puzzle charm out of his pocket and begins working on it. "Can't solve this one. I've been on it for weeks."

"You and your games."

"It keeps the mind limber. You should keep neuroplasticity in mind. We're at the age where we begin to lose such things."

Even looks into his half-drained coffee cup. "I'll ignore what you're implying," he says.

Aeleus chuckles.

It seems like Ienzo's been gone a long time; is his stomach upset? Even debates for a moment or so on checking in. Or--more insidiously--was he overtaken again by faintness? He can't help himself; he knocks on the closed door. "Ienzo? Are you alright?" He hears what sounds like muffled breaths. "You sound like you can't breathe, child." It's the silence that worries him. "I'm sorry, I'm coming in."

He finds Ienzo curled opposite the toilet, rocking a little. If Even hasn't seen this before, he'd figure it does have to do with his breathing. He kneels down next to him. "That was scary, yes?" He says gently. "You're safe now." He flinches away from Even's touch for the first time in a long while. "Ienzo?"

He's sobbing a little, a sound that hurts to hear.

"It's safe here," he reasserts, only to immediately be contradicted by the loudest peal of thunder yet; they both jump, and Ienzo continues to shudder. "It's merely a storm."

It takes a long time for the boy to calm. He's shivering; Even drapes his robe over him, but it doesn't seem to do much good. He wants to go get a blanket, or better, get the boy back to the cot, but he's also unsure of leaving him alone. He's on the verge of asking for Aeleus to get it for him when he hears a small "I'm sorry."

"Oh, child, it's alright."

He shakes his head. He uncurls a little, revealing that he's wet himself.

"No matter. Happens to the best of us. I'll get something clean for you to change into, yes?" Privately, he's concerned; how deeply shaken was Ienzo, in order for this to happen? He goes to prop himself up, only to feel a small hand grab at his. "I promise I'll be right back. Aeleus is nearby. You're safe."

Aeleus does give him an odd look; all Even does is shake his head and press a finger to his lips to tell him not to speak of it.

“I need to go get a few things,” he says instead. “Wouldn’t hurt to check on the situation, either. Perhaps we can go back upstairs, to bed. I’m exhausted. I’m sure you are too.”

Aeleus shrugs. “We’ll be here.”

It seems like a very long walk back upstairs to their residences, but it isn’t. Even’s endlessly troubled; first and foremost to what is obviously a trauma response in the boy, and also to the unearthly cataclysm going on outside. Never, as long as he’s been alive, can he recall ever experiencing something like this. Radiant Garden is prone to violent outbreaks of wind, but only in the winter. Climate change is the only thing he can think of, but they moved away from harsh fuels long ago--before he was even born. And truly carbon dioxide cannot cause this.

And why is this happening only after they’ve had contact with an outside world?

Even gathers some dry pajamas and a blanket from Ienzo’s bedroom, and one for himself and Aeleus while he’s at it. He hopes that, wherever Dilan is, he’s safe. Dilan may be occasionally foolhardy, but at least he’s practical. He chances a glance out the windows in his quarters. To his immense relief, the sky is no longer dark in that abnormal way--the rain now seems normal. But is it only temporary?

Where is Ansem in all this?

He returns back to the others. “Things seemed to have calmed,” he says to Aeleus. Ienzo still appears to be hiding in the bathroom, door cracked slightly. “I’m sure you’d rather be in your own bed,” he adds, for Ienzo. He hands him the dry clothes through the crack and gives him privacy. Aeleus bobs his head towards this, and Even just shakes his head. After a moment Ienzo emerges, his face flushed with embarrassment. “Shall we go?” he asks the child. He nods.

Even is finally able to put the child to bed, and insists he wears the oxygen, at least until morning.

“I know it’s not very comfortable, but humor me,” he says. “You’ll feel better for it.”

Ienzo clings tightly to his small stuffed cat, a relic from his parents’ home. “It hurts,” he says, his voice muffled through the mask.

“What does?”

“The… the noise,” he says. “I can--” He glances towards the window.

“The thunder?” It becomes a little clearer; he’s sensitive enough as it is, all of the noise must have been internalized as pain. “It’s rain now, little one. Hear how it’s letting up?”

“I… I heard …”

“What did you hear?”

“Someone was angry. Screaming.”

“In the lab?”

He shakes his head. “In the sky?”

The darkness? Has the boy sensed it? Is it possible? More likely, this is part of that same trauma.“Is it still happening?” Even asks.

“No,” the boy admits.

“Perhaps you had a nightmare. You know how those bleed into reality sometimes.”

“It wasn’t ,” he insists, with more anger. Then, “Darkness.”

Even exhales. “Let me look into this for you. It’s possible you’re sensitive to it. In the meantime, you have to rest. Things will be clearer in the morning.”

“Believe me?” Ienzo asks.

“Of course I do, little one.” He squeezes his hand. “And should you need to get out of bed, you can take the mask off by pulling this tab.” He stands.

“Can you leave the lamp on?” he asks.

He tries to smile. “...Certainly.”

He knows he needs to sleep as well. It’s getting light out at this point, and the covers of his bed feel heavy, nearly alien. Even drifts for a while, fighting the worry that’s swelling in his chest, only to be fully roused by the soft creak of the door opening. He huffs. “Can’t a man have an hour’s worth of peace?” he asks.

Ansem is standing there, soaked to the skin, his red stole hanging limply against his jacket. “I apologize,” he says. “I wouldn’t ask for your assistance if it weren’t warranted.”

Even could do without his tone. “What is it now?”

“Dilan and Braig found a boy--a young man--in the square. Seems to be injured and reeling.”

“And? Can’t he go to the hospital like everyone else?”

Ansem frowns. “We believe he arrived with the storm.”

Despite himself, it all makes sense--he read however nebulous about darkness’s ability to transmute, to transport. “I will dress and be there shortly.”

The young man’s about eighteen, and unconscious. They found him facedown in a pool of rainwater in the square. One of them has changed him into dry clothing. Braig and Dilan hover nearby; Dilan exhausted, Braig vaguely pained. Even examines him and notes that aside from some a few nasty scratches that require stitches, he seems to be alright. His hair isn’t gray like Ienzo’s, but a much more violent shade of silver; his eyes, when Even opens them, are a glistening gold. But the young man won’t wake. “Well he has no brain injury,” Even says. “No fever. I’m not sure why he won’t rouse. Was he conscious at all?”

Ansem sighs. “But for a moment.”

“Did he say anything? Did he give a name?”

He looks towards the young man. “Xehanort.”

[lheott]

LFRP // FFXIV 『Lheott Dragmyr』

THE BASICS ––– –

Name: Lheott Dragmyr. Only goes by Dragmyr.

Age: 38

Birthday: 13th Sun of the 6th Umbral Moon

Race: Xaela/Au Ra

Gender: Male

Additional Website: Lheott.carrd.co

Sexuality: Pansexual, but leans heavily toward males.

Marital Status: Single [Not looking.]

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE ––– –

Hair: Amber orange like the tips of flames. Bedhead and curly on the tips. Messy.

Eyes: Red as fire with aflame rings along the rim. A blazed that will never die out.

Height: 7 fulms, 1 ilms

Build: Handsome, tall and finely muscled. Not over toned or muscular as some, but enough to gain some turn heads his way.

Distinguishing Marks: Bullets wounds scattered about along their chest and arms, scars along their legs and neck. Nothing too serious. Has a left augmented limb that is glamoured over 90% of the time.

Common Appearance: Roguish comfortable outfits. Somewhat dirty depending on his work for that eve. Mostly enjoys more of the comfortable side of his attire, not too picky with what he wears. If he wishes, even dressing fancy. Mostly to when he takes someone out for the night.

PERSONAL ––– –

Profession: Owner of 'Malignity in Metal'. Magitek engineer. Off tasked as a bounty hunter. 

Hobbies: Cooking, cleaning, reading books and sharping his skills, singing, playing his harp and the piano. Magitek creating, finding unwilling victims to his demented goals, hunting monsters for meat or gain.

Languages: Fluent in the native language of Eorzea, Doman and Xelic. Holds an accent sometimes, other times talks normal, even elegant.

Residence: In his apartment in the goblet. Works as an outsource from it. Once inside, someone would feel rather comfortable and cozy. As if some cottage of comforts. 

Birthplace: Steppe

Religion: None

Fears: Dying alone and afraid. Powerless. Unable to control his fate.

RELATIONSHIPS ––– -

Spouse: None

Children: None

Parents: Both dead. Murdered.

Siblings: Brother, dead (?).

Other Relatives: None he cares for or knows about.

Lackey/Pet: Kaz Ashura

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, when no one is around or looking.

RP HOOKS ––– –

MAGITEK ENGINEER IN NEED! Lheott is able to provide services if anyone is in need of a small town business. One that has a wide assortments of items. For supplies: https://lheott.weebly.com/malignity-of-metal.html

RETAINER AND MORE Lheott is hiring for any retainers that would like to work under him! Be it from Collectors, gatherers, fishermen. Anyone really! Unskilled? Yes! Hired mercenaries for traveling? Yes! Trained fighters? Of course! As well as those that he needs to ‘test’ certain experiments on. Paid hourly in gil.

YOUR VILLAIN, YOUR PATH Lheott believes he is the means to the end, a soul creator and leader of his corrupted world. If you are interested in more darker eventful role-play with a villainous character, DM me! Be it kidnap, force placement, labor worker, your villain, or forced lackey! Any and all can be done.

FACADE Lheott is one of many mask. Hiding between them as if some snake. He can be kind to one person, and down right cruel to the next. Depending on race and gender, Lheott tends to have different approaches to each one. Either someone rubs his wrong or tickles his interest. It is very unclear and very unpredictable. Overall, he is a being of many layers. Be it from being friendly, to down right villainous.

HATRED FOR XAELA/AU RA Basically as it says, Lheott has a burning hatred for his own kin, mostly against anyone within the Steppe’s tribe or any Xaela in order. If you wish someone to come after you or try and ruin your life, perhaps Lheott is your guy. With consent of course!

WORKERS AND CONTRACTORS If you wish to work under Lheott, either by gaining some gil on the side or am in need, Lheott pretends to care while also taking advantage of the person in such dire events. Depending on what someone would be interested in for such an outcome, it can go many ways. Lheott also activity goes into bars to seek out the most ragged looking fellows, or those that looked as if they need a job.

UL’DAH There are brief moments Lheott will be out and about along the city’s streets. Either observing those around him or looking for a potential test subjects for his experiments. Or, if at all, merely to mingle and be among the 'crowd'. Scouting for potential clients and workers to take on task or desiring something from his own creations. If lucky in his wanting to approach others, Lheott will even walk up to strangers and hand over a leaflet to promote his business front! If seen, do say hi! Yet be warned, Lheott is not all as he seems at first!

ALLAGAN, MAGITEK, AND MORE Unsurprisingly, Lheott has a huge interest in anything technology wise. Either it being of the allagan technology or to the more modern technology done by Ironworks and garleans. There is a desire to know more, and, if by chance, even use it for his own advantage against the masses.

TREASURE HUNTER • ARTIFACT HUNTER • BOUNTY HUNTER Even for being someone that enjoys magitek, he also enjoys the hunt to gain. Either from treasure hunting to tracking down a terrible beast. When he can, even to finding artifacts, searching maps within his gathering, Lheott is always keeping himself busy. Be it from hired onto someone's goals, to his own with assisted 'help'. Either way, there will be a reward at the end.

DARK ROLEPLAY As directed, Lheott is an extremely -extremely- dark character. One that will eat another, abuse, force interactions and much more. If this does not interest you or you believe IC = OOC, then it would be best not to interact with my villain. However, if this does interest you and wish to start a plot, please DM me!

A FEW RULES TO LHEOTT ––– –

Mun is over 30+ of age, Muse is over 30+ as well. Please provide your your age to the mun, as well as your OC if you wish to roleplay with Lheott. Must be above the age of 21+ please. As well as be comfortable and able to provide what may make you uneasy in any part of the roleplay!

I prefer One on one with a character. I am a heavy paragraph- roleplayer and it helps me stabilize my attention. If there is a group that wishes to roleplay with me, do realize I am a lengthy with my paragraphs and to please be patient with me!

I am seeking anything really with Lheott. Mostly, if not seriously, seeking long term plots and darker theme characters. However, even though I prefer still a darker more conflicted plots, As well as business plots and customer ones! Simple interactions, or meeting one another and seeing what happens between them! Be it from Relic finding, searching for something, to treasure hunts!

If you wish to hunt my character, or think he deserves punishment, ask me first. We can work out something between a group or an individual. Do know I will not nor allow Lheott to die. For warning if anyone tries to murder Lheott without my consent, I will end the plot.

I enjoy darker roleplays for the majority of my stories. Or action to conflicting ones. Though I can do some fluff and slice of life if it comes off interesting. I have to have a plot to grasp at, and fully sink into.

I am not shy at all and am very blunt. I will say what is on my mind if I believe its something of an issue. Communication is very key for me to roleplay with you!

As said, I am huge with communication. If there is something I know Lheott will do, I will whisper you if you are ok with the actions. I expect the same treatment back! Lheott, as I said, is a heavy character, please respect that and me as a person!

Bounce ideas with me! I love people that interact with me for a plot. One that will grow and evolve as the character’s interact more. I revel in such plots. And thoroughly enjoy them.

Lheott is not me, nor will -ever- be. Do not think his actions are reflected on my own. Please know the difference.

OTHER OOC NOTES ––– –

I enjoy PVE a lot! More buddies to torment me in dungeons. If you are on crystal, I would love to do dungeons with anyone! I can help with queue if someone is leveling up, and teach others jobs! I enjoy helping others. Here is another post I did in seeking a RP/PVE partner! <HERE> ♥

I do not roleplay everyday! Please keep that in mind.

I am open to roleplay on discord/Skype/In-game. I prefer in-game mostly, and I get slightly distracted through discord/Skype. 

EST times. Sleep is…Odd.

I will give my discord out to those interested! 

I am open to anything! Just nothing that ends in the life of my character. He maybe vile, but unless consented, I do not wish his death.

[Will add more when more arises.]

@mooglemeet @balmungrp @balmungroleplayers @ffxiv-crystal-rp @crystalxivrp

[helboar]

LFRP – Sulking Boar

The Basics ––– –

Age: Mid-late twenties.

Birthday: 30th Sun of the 4th Umbral Moon.

Race: Hellsguard Roegadyn.

Gender: Male.

Sexuality: Grey-Ace.

Marital Status: Single.

Physical Appearance ––– –

Hair: Brown-black, mid-back-length.

Eyes: Amber.

Height: 7′10″

Build: Fat, round, bulky in a soft way.

Distinguishing Marks: Heavy tattoo coverage across his back, parts of his chest, shoulders, and arms. Weathered blast patterns of scar tissue inside his palms, one worse than the other.

Common Accessories: Tusk and fang veneers. Rings that can serve as extra focii in a pinch.

Personal ––– –

Profession: Taxidermist, Reagent Supplier, Undertaker.

Hobbies: Pampering himself and his cat, studying biology and aetherology, trying new handicrafts, devising increasingly more avant garde taxidermy projects.

Languages: Fluent Eorzean and Amaljiic, passable Hingan.

Residence: Southern Thanalan.

Birthplace: Ul’dah.

Religion: Venerates Hydaelyn first and foremost, but follows the traditions of the Traders.

Patron Deity: Nald’thal.

Fears: Being used or manipulated outside of his knowledge, The Syndicate, dense crowds, chocobos.

Relationships ––– -

Spouse: None.

Children: None.

Parents: His birth mother worked for Eshtaime’s as a lapidary, died young. His foster mother is an esteemed member of the Order of Nald’thal.

Siblings: None.

Other Relatives: None.

Pets: His cat, Iron Maiden, a little black shorthair.

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: Very rarely, but occasionally open to a little something to take the edge off. Drugs: Only of the medicinal or above sort. Alcohol: Good with a book or a meal, but not to be mixed too profusely with delicate work.

RP Hooks ––– –

Taxidermy... Half a hobby, half a business. Boar offers commissions. Common critters can be requested or even bought off the rack at any time, but anyone looking for something with more mystique will need to provide their own carcass. Non-traditional rogue works are also on the table. For example, Boar has produced several faux behemoth heads, a number of imaginary creatures frankensteined from multiple specimens, and lastly a variety of “functional” pieces of taxidermy such as elk head chandeliers and chocobo clawed arm chairs.

Reagent & Raw Material Supply... Namely organic ones cut from fauna both exotic and mundane. What isn’t utilized for his more artistic pursuits is carefully excised, packaged, and sold through the proper channels. Bone to jewelers. Meat to larders. Humors, glands, and organs to apothecaries. His provisions are known in Ul’dah for their freshness, owing to a special method of thaumaturgical preservation.

Embalming & Funerary Rites... A practice he's mostly moved on from since taking his leave of the Ossuary, but one he occasionally still provides out of sympathy. He can’t bear the sight of grieving mothers, brothers, and sons thinking their loved ones are bound for the hells just because they can’t afford the Ossuary’s staggering fees. That said, the rites aren’t entirely sentimental, as they do offer some protection from body-snatching voidsent, along with some of the phenomena that give rise to ashkin and soulkin.

Thaumaturgy at more reasonable rates than that wretched Arrzaneth Ossuary... With his other businesses keeping him busy and his life fairly stable, he prefers jobs that can be handled in-house. Appraisal of objects with unknown aetheric properties, purging aether-borne maladies, suppression of unwanted memories, thaumaturgical sleep aides — anything within a disciple of Thal’s regular duties. But, he can be coerced to take on more adventurous work for the right reward or intrigue. He’s a capable enough mage in combat, albeit an extremely cautious one.

When he absolutely must venture into danger, he prefers to have allies, whether they’re freelancers assigned to the same mission or help that he’s brought along himself. He can sometimes be found guarded by two helmeted figures with unusual, rotten aether. Another companion he has also at times been spotted with is a lizard-like beastman. Their smaller stature and truncated crest get them easily mistaken for a Mamool Ja, but to the eyes of someone more experienced with the tribes they are almost certainly an Amalj’aa.

He regards conjurers with a great deal of respect, though anyone with the ability to perceive the voices of the Elementals will also sense that they dislike him quite a bit.

He can sometimes be found in Hingashi enjoying the street fare even when he has no particular business there.

Possible past affiliations... If your character was a member of the Ossuary thirteen or more years ago, has spent time in an Ul’dahn prison, has taken refuge in Little Ala Mhigo, or has ever had reason to hire a young, up-and-coming pair of mercenaries, then it’s possible they’ve had some interaction with Sulking Boar before. This requires some OOC spitballing, but I’m generally pretty open to pre-established relationships! In the same vein, I’m also always looking for returning customers and business partners. If your character wouldn’t be interested in his wares, he has cut deals with hunters/adventurers in the past to provide him fresh game in exchange for a cut of the sales.

Contact Information  ––– –

Timezone is US EST

I’m open to anything from SoL to heavy plot and/or from comedic all the way to grimdark themes. I’ll even do AU stuff if that’s your style.

Normally, I’m down for both in-game meet ups and discord threads, but lately both my schedule and energy levels have been rocky so I’d really prefer breaking the ice over discord for the time being. I’ll edit this line when that changes.

I play on Balmung but will gladly RP with characters from other servers.

Please send a DM if you want my #discord!

[firefox-ffxiv]

LFRP - Haru Hisoki (Balmung!)

The Basics ––– –

NAME: Haru “Golden Fox” Hisoki

AGE: 26

BIRTHDAY: 23rd Sun of the 6th Astral Moon

RACE: Miqo’te(?) - Read the first part of the “additional info” down below!

GENDER: Male

SEXUALITY: Bisexual

MARITAL STATUS: In a relationship.

Physical Appearance ––– –

HAIR: Black hair, well-maintained, and incredibly soft.

EYES: Golden, with the flickering of flames behind them.

HEIGHT: 5′7

BUILD: In good shape. By no means muscular, nor is he lithe.

DISTINGUISHING MARKS: Fox ears and a trio of fox tails.

COMMON ACCESSORIES: Eye-patch that seems to be worn purely for an aesthetic reason.

Personal ––– –

PROFESSION: The leading individual behind the Golden Fox trading company which consists of his two businesses; Hisoki Specialized Arms, as well as the Dragon’s Den cafe. 

HOBBIES: Long days at the cafe, napping at shrines, 

LANGUAGES: Eorzean Common and Hingan.

RESIDENCE: The Golden Fox manor in Kugane, or the Dragon’s Den cafe in the Lavender Beds.

BIRTHPLACE: Ala Mhigo is where he was born- however, he considers Doma his birthplace.

RELIGION: The Kami. Direct servant of Inari.

FEARS: Losing what power he’s gained, but most importantly the one he loves.

Relationships ––– -

SPOUSE: None.

CHILDREN: None.

PARENTS: Deceased birth parents, deceased adopted father.

SIBLINGS: No siblings by birth, but has gained one ‘sister’ due to the closeness between him and the individual!

OTHER RELATIVES: None.

PETS: A Mameshiba by the name of Doro.

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.

Habits ––– -

SMOKING: Never / Sometimes / Frequently / To Excess.

DRUGS: Never / Sometimes / Frequently / To Excess.

ALCOHOL: Never / Sometimes / Frequently / To Excess.

RP Hooks ––– –

- Haru is a former drug lord. A years time ago and he stood to be a practical villain, taking the lives of anyone who got in his way. His primary goal was to make as many drugs as he could, and import them into Eorzea for a highly inflated price. With such, he crossed a lot of people. Are you someone who may have been wronged by him personally? Lost a familiar to his products when he was still pushing them? If so, conflict is always welcome!

-  Haru owns an arms company meant to be able to provide firearms and services to people who desire to protect themselves. This includes handguns, all the way to rifles. If you’re someone who’s in need of firearms, he’s your guy.

- On top of owning an arms company, Haru also recently came into owning a plot of land in the Lavender Beds that he turned into a cafe, one that he co-owns with @floating-city-of-nem!

Additional Info ––– –

- *IMPORTANT* I put Miqo’te down for the race, as that’s what belongs to the model. For all intensive IC interactions however, Haru is by definition- a fox spirit. The reasons as to how he’s wound up like that he’s very open to talk about! He has a trio of very well maintained and groomed fox tails, as well as a pair of large fox ears atop of his head.

- Haru is a character I had made with the concept of him being able to fit into a variety of scenarios. Be they bordering on darker themes involving crime, murder, etc- all the way to lighter things like casual interactions at his cafe. He’s left his drug-dealing days behind, and leads a much happier life now, but that doesn’t mean I don’t like shaking things up for him with a darker theme in RP!

- I LOVE plot RP. Being able to see someone’s character grow through a plot is one of my favourite things about RP, and being able to be along for that growth is such a big part to me as well! So, if anyone has any desire to plot, I would love to be involved and help work things out with it too!

- I am a full-time college student, but I am available at the latest most days around 4pm (EST) unless I’m working! If I am ever busy, Discord RP works marvelously for me!

Contact Info ––– –

Tumblr: @firefox-ffxiv

In game: Haru Hisoki (Balmung!)

Discord: Golden Fox#3812 (Please try to speak to me on Tumblr in DMs before adding me on Discord so I know who’s who! ;w;)

@ffxiv-crystal-rp @crystalxivrp @mooglemeet

[of-ash-and-snow]

Character Bio: Ascia Dus Castilium

→ Basics

Age: 26

Birthday:  Mid-winter

Race: Garlean {Pureblood}

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Lesbian

Marital Status: It’s complicated...

Nicknames: Snowy, short stuff

→ Physical Appearance

Hair: White, kept short

Eyes: Blue

Height: 5′2″

Build: Toned, but a bit lithe

Distinguishing Marks: Garlean Third eye (ALWAYS hidden), Scar across the bridge of her nose, lots of freckles

Common Accessories: Goggles always found on her head, a hidden pistol, sometimes her gunblade.

→ Personal

Profession: Magitek engineer, gunslinger

Hobbies: Playing with Allagan tech, tinkering, LOTS of reading

Languages: Garlean, Ishgardian, Eorzean

Residence: Lavender beds, Shroud

Birthplace: Garlemald

Religion: Atheist 

Fears: Being caught, being brought back to Garlemald, death, Opal hating her

→ Relationships

Spouse: None

Children: None

Parents: Mother -  Corcillum Kir Castilium  (Veteran field medic), Father -  Ferrum Kir Castilium (Veteran engineer)

Siblings: None

Other Relatives: Not known

Pets: Grey Chocobo she has named Cinis

→ 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 /  Inpatient

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: Sometimes (Cigars)

Drugs: No

Alcohol: Sometimes

Theme (Subject to change!): She’s a Rebel - Greenday

Faceclaim(?): Cara Delevingne (When she had white hair!)

→ RP Hooks

Garlean deserter - Ascia has deserted Garlemald and the Imperials since the happenings at Rhalgr's Reach and does not agree with the current state of government and military -at all-. 

Rebel in the making - She detests highly of how Garlemald is ran and dreams of helping liberate her people of their current leaders for something better. She is 100% a rebel.

Magitek engineer, tinker, gun lover - Ascia nearly grew up with Magitek, being her father has worked on it since before her birth. She adores it and is constantly finding some new project to work on or tinker. She also LOVES Allagan tech and guns.

She’s a Rebel... uh oh - She refuses to help the Imperials. Being caught is always something that could happen, the outcome bad or good, be it a fellow Garlean finds her (loyal or not) or anyone for that matter. The world is a crazy place with people who have both open minds and closed minds. Being a rebel and deserter could get her in both bad and good situations.

→ OOC Notes

Please understand that Ascia’s third eye is always hidden in some way or another and rather well. Please do not come up to me claiming you know she has it IC. There are probably other ways to tell!

I am on Mateus and normally get on between 1-3 pm EST and get off around 3-5 am EST. 

I only roleplay in-game so please keep that in mind. This blog I will not be rping on. Mostly for screenshots, art and rambles of my character, ect.

I’m pretty open to a lot of rp, however, asking about stuff first is something I prefer before rping it. Mostly darker themes, ect.

→ Contact Information

I am Ascia Castilium in-game on Mateus.

Contacting me here via DM or asks works too

[gaius-irperona]

LFRP-Gaius’ir Perona

The Basics

Age: 20?

Race: Miqote, Keeper

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Heterosexual, Demisexual

Marital Status: Single

Alignment: Chaotic Neutral

Physical Appearance 

Hair: Midnight black with red Highlights

Eyes: His left eye is a dim orange and his right eye is a deep crimson red

Height: Average

Build: Lean, Muscular

Distinguishing Marks: Scars all over his body.

Common Accessories: Nothing but a traveling bag.

Personal 

Profession: Mercenary, doing whatever basically

Hobbies: Training, sitting around, learning things that are interesting (to him)

Languages: Eorzean

Residence: None

Birthplace: Uldah

Religion: None

Patron Deity: Menphina, The Lover

Fears: A few things, but death isn’t one of them, for a very specific reason.

Relationships 

Spouse: None

Children: None

Parents: Mother (Unknown) Father is deceased.

Siblings: “I got a lot, but I don’t even know if they are all Alive”

Other Relatives: None

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 

Gaius is a rough guy to get along with all around. At first meeting him, he’d probably insult ya or be very suspicious of ya, especially if they just randomly meet. However, this is largely in part due to his backstory. As for why his name is Gaius? Something you have to find out IC. His mother’s name was not Gaius, so don’t worry about that XD. He travels quite a lot, really, but he recently got a place of employ. Even so, he still travels quite A LOT. You could find him practically anywhere.

Smoking Habit: Never

Drugs: never

Alcohol: Occasionally

RP Hooks 

Gaius is a major traveler.  It should be easy to set up a place where our characters meet :).

Gaius can be found doing mercenary work of almost any kind. There’s not much he wouldn’t accept for a job.

I’m up for any thing! All kinds of things. Plot with me!

Things I don’t do:

Erp for the sake of Erp. Gaius is very much, not an easy catch to hook up with. The RP has to be natural in my head. Not saying I don’t want to ship him. Just not something I’m actively seeking. It’s a bonus, not a requirement. Other than that, I’m up for pretty much anything.

Contact Information  

I am available Monday through Friday 830 am til 3 PM CST on discord, and part of the evening after that in game. I am available most weekends so if you message me in advance I should be able to set up a time where we can roleplay over discord :). I’m up for some very dark roleplay involving murder and such or very casual roleplay involving simple chats and meetups :). 

Dm me for my discord info :)

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