#Aleqa Dalamiq

[the-lunar-mistress]

“My time is valuable. Do not waste it.”

((Taking screens in @hingashi-trash‘s lovely FC house :>))

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"I miss you here by my side..."

[the-lunar-mistress]

"I am easily forgotten. This reality makes it easier to cut ties."

[the-lunar-mistress]

"Where are you headed off to, Kitten? Leaving before dessert?"

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"Please...stop talking. If I cared about the words coming out of your mouth, I would not be trying to actively read the ones in this book. You understand now? Good. Now leave me."

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"You like it? Truly?!"

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Where do you run to when everything is said and done..?

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"Did he scream when you did it? Or was he so shocked he couldn't speak? More importantly, did you enjoy it?"

- Aleqa Dalamiq

[the-lunar-mistress]

LFRP: Aleqa Dalamiq (Mateus)

Name: Aleqa Dalamiq

Alias: The Lunar Mistress

Age: 19

Race: Au Ra | Xaela | Kagon

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Bisexual (Male preference)

Marital Status: Single

Alignment: Chaotic

APPEARANCE

Hair: Long pure white hair that was recently cut short

Eyes: Neutral green with brilliant light green limbal rings that tend to glow during extreme emotion

Height: 4'8"

Build: Toned. Petite. Dancer. Slightly bottom heavy with a strong lower body. Soft almost unblemished tawny brown skin.

Distinguishing Marks: Freckles, Strange iridescent scales, Long black claws

Common Accessories: Dark lipstick, Concealed dagger

PERSONAL

Profession: Hostess at Silk Bordello, Assassin for hire, Information Broker, Shaman

Hobbies: Alchemy, Dancing, Singing, Learning about magic and other cultures

Languages: Old Auri, Doman, Eorzean

Residence: Silk chambers

Birthplace: The Azim Steppe

Patron Deity: Nhaama, Menphina

Fears: Deep waters

HOOKS

 Looking to unwind and have some adult fun? Aleqa can usually be found at Silk Café, Club & Bordello working as a hostess during most night functions due to her being nocturnal.

Need a problem solver? Aleqa is a ruthless and sadistic assassin who is known to carve small crescent moons into the necks of her victims. For the small price of valuable knowledge and information.

Are you a Kagon or a Dalamiq? Aleqa is currently trying to learn more about the cultures she abandoned for freedom. She doesn't encounter other Xaela often and she sometimes feels homesick.

Are you involved with crime? The underground? Aleqa has little to no morals besides her strange sense of loyalty to people who make an impact on her life. Due to her neutral, disinterested and sometimes charming attitude, she comes off as decent but she's willing to engage in anything that gets her blood pumping.

Are you part of an occult? Do you deal with magic that isn't socially acceptable? Aleqa is interested. She's always known she's been strangely adept as a mage and would love to learn more and expand her horizons. She is very sensitive to aether but that's a topic she doesn't talk about.

In need of a seemingly innocent concubine? Something pretty to take with you to events? Perhaps in disguise? A fellow spy? You can try. But she's not one to submit without a fight and a damn good reason. But she does enjoy live music, beautiful people, and tea.

WHAT I'M LOOKING FOR

Dark, magical, mature, villainous, thrilling RP. I love tragedy and things that really get me out of my shell. I'm very new to this and have been taking some time to improve my skills. That includes trying to understand all the lore, oh my goodness! (I'm working on it. Bear with me lol)

Uh. Romances are fine? It depends. I like forbidden romance and would prefer there to be a power dynamic. She's not looking for a Good Samaritan as a mate. PLOT DRIVEN ERP is fine after proper communication. She’s not one for one-offs unless it involves work.

I'm also on the hunt for tribal and cultural things consisting of family or other members of the tribes mentioned above. Friends, acquaintances, rivals, enemies. Still, a very fresh character and I want to get her hands dirty. I'm also willing to discuss different plots and am open to most themes.

OOC INFORMATION

I'm a full-time college student who is basically brain dead on Tuesday and Thursday due to class. My Fridays are booked biweekly due to a bar night I help coordinate on another character. Best times to reach me are via discord (Lulubell#8917) after 5pm CST.

I do prefer in-game RP for the visuals but am willing to engage in discord RP if necessary. I've also gotten into the habit of saving logs and I WILL ask for permission to use outside of personal use. Because of Tumblr.

I usually adapt to different RP styles since I'm still learning but I do prefer descriptive

[the-lunar-mistress]

“May your dawn give way to everlasting dusk…”

[the-lunar-mistress]

It was my girls name day on the 18th 😍

[the-lunar-mistress]

Okiya Grand Opening

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Karyukai, Shirogane

Good news. I've found work. In addition to the Gil that I already have saved, I'm proud to say I now have a steady income working for Makoto as a bartender and Maiko. There's much I have to do still, like getting my workspace furnished and practicing my readings some more.

But I suppose we should backtrack a bit. Maybe during the interview, which went a lot better than I expected. Aside from being uncharacteristically nervous I just so happened to be exactly what they were looking for. They being Makoto and her friend Wakana, the woman that would be training me. So far in this new life, I've started to build for myself, only these two women know my real name. Which is fine, because I do feel comfortable telling them these things. At least a little bit of it.

Makoto also mentioned that the family I'm working for, the Mifunes, are associated with crime. I had thought I'd left that life behind me, all the secrets, but it seems like I may be very well tapping back into that other side of me for their sake. Seems the gods aren't done with me.

Fast forward to Karyukai's grand opening, the place I work at. Makoto had business to attend to and I was left in Wakana's care. Things were going smoothly, customers were happy and getting their drinks until Wakana had to leave to take care of something. Immediately I felt on edge with everyone staring at me and probably expecting an extravagant night.

After mentally screaming at myself for all of two minutes, I slapped on a smile and started attending to the customer's needs. I even engaged in a bit of small chat. Score one for the seemingly shy girl from the Steppe.

I met a handful of people who may or may not become a part of my life in the near future. From a Professor of red magic to a bodyguard for hire. All of which I'll keep in contact with.

[the-lunar-mistress]

"Do you think Nhaama heard the way I cried out your name?"

[the-lunar-mistress]

All day I struggle with one hair after another until the moon moves from the face of the sun and there is a strange light as though from a kerosene lamp in a cabin.

― Diane Glancy

[the-lunar-mistress]

The Dark Side Of The Moon

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The Forgotten Knight, Ishgard

The air was thick with silence save for the gentle crackle of a nearby fire. Aleqa sat at a table, face buried in her delicate hands, across from a recently freed Thavnairian slave, and her dear friend K'aej, in an Inn at the Forgotten Knight. A crude sketch of a highlander she once knew stared back at her tauntingly, triggering pleasant and distasteful memories. Many called him Scowl, but his name was Garmund Cantrell, a human trafficker who captures and sells slaves to pleasure houses all over the realm.

Aleqa was 18 summers when he found her wandering off the shores of Thavnair after she had left her tribe. Young and naive, she followed him on what he would call adventures. This is when she learned of her talents. Where she was taught many languages and skills. Taking on different personas, being able to hear and feel her surroundings without sight, but most importantly, being a lover. She could easily disguise herself and befriend men and women to be eventually lured and taken into their inevitable doom without any remorse. Albeit she never actually knew where they would go, she assumed most of them were involved with trading.

Garmund gave her everything; dresses, weapons, affection, and freedom to be herself. He protected her, never allowing any other man or woman of the crew to touch his protégé, for she was who made his business flourish and grow. He gave her many names; Desert Flower, The Lunar Mistress, and more notably, Lulubell Vixen. This name has stayed with her even through today. It gave her purpose and made keeping secrets easier. She was no longer an outcast anymore. She was needed.

Years had passed before Garmund told her the truth of his business, and what part she had to play in it. He confessed there would be a time when he wouldn't be alive and wanted a successor to his empire. This realization slowly took a toll on Aleqa's mental stability. All she had known was a lie. All she was told. Lies. All those innocent people were at the mercy of perversion. But maybe, deep down she knew there was a part of her that was aware of the chaos and turmoil she caused. That thought in itself made her incredibly nauseous.

More time had passed before she decided to make her move and escape. She used her training and knowledge about his business and schedules against him to eventually slip out of his grasp and hide away in Ishgard. She figured he wouldn’t wait long for her because he knew she could always find him. She always did. Imagine Aleqa’s surprise when searching for her beloved would land her right back into his arms.

The distraught Auri woman slid her hands from her face, an exhausted sigh exits her parted lips as she glances up at the ceiling. Finding some kind of resolve with all the information she had finally processed; she lowered her gaze to the silent maiden sitting across from her. “Knowing all that you do about me, after having come from the same man I worked under, why would you choose to help?”

The maiden bit her lip, her expression telling a tale of distress, “I’ve known about you since the very first day Scowl brought you in. I was lucky enough to be a servant of the crew. All of us watched from the shadows as you grew in power alongside him. We were scared when we heard of all you were capable of. The things you did for him made it seem like you were a brainwashed doll.” She took a breath, carefully calculating her next words. “But when you left for good, and rumor spread of the reason why; I grew hopeful. If anyone could possibly save us from a life of servitude, it would be you.”

Aleqa shook her head in dismay. “Easier said than done.”

The maiden nodded, having a full understanding of the risks involved with her request. “I know. Call it wishful thinking.” She rubbed her hands together as if to shake the chill in the room. “I should get going, I have elsewhere to be. I hope this information will be of use to you, Mistress.”

Aleqa flinches at the familiar title, silently nodding as the maiden bows and takes her leave. She turns her attention to K’aej who is starring at his hands with confusion. “What’s on your mind.” It wasn’t really a question. She expected him to tell her.

The Miqo’te looked at her momentarily through the slit in his mask before visibly opening and shutting his mouth, trying to figure out how to formulate his words. “How do you know she’s telling the truth?”

“I don’t. Most of the ones that escape are either found, tortured, or killed. And on special occasions; all of the above.” She said matter of factly. “But I do know where and how to find him.” She pushes herself from out from underneath the table, stands and glides across the hollow wooden floor over to the bed; her steps eerily echoing throughout the room. She opens up her bag and takes out a dagger, gazing at her reflection in the blade while caressing the jewel-encrusted handle. “I will not fault you for not coming along with me. Should you choose to join, make preparations for Falcon’s Nest. I’d advise bringing a coat.” A slow vengeful grin spreading across the reflection’s face.

The howl of Coerthan winds whispered faint memories into her ears, whipping several strands of her natural white hair around her face as she sat waiting for Garmund to walk out and show his face. No doubt getting ready to head out to the abandoned house to briefly discuss trades. With her plan in the works, she still couldn’t shake the chill off her bones. She couldn’t quite place why something felt wrong, but when she caught a glimpse of his face in the merciless blizzard she disappeared into white, mounted a falcon and took flight.

By the time she got to the small secluded hold, she was damn near freezing. “I suppose I should take my own advice..” she thought to herself.

The place was just as creepy as she remembered, though she half expected there to be guards watching over slumbering slaves. But it was empty. Nevertheless, she walked ahead towards the basement. Passing the empty, candlelit tables where many traders would gather and converse. She stopped at the altar, taking note of the rusting scales on the twisting dragon before kneeling in front of it, placing her daggers neatly in her lap.

She sat patiently for some time, humming a lullaby her mother would sing her. One of the very few memories she had of her. Soon the door from the floor above opened and closed. All was silent save for the flickering of candle flames and the footsteps from heavy leather boots. She knew it was him from the way she straightened her back from the chill that ran up her spine.

Every step Garmund took was in tune with her heartbeat and this filled her with a sudden sadness. His footsteps stopped at the entrance and he said nothing for some time, letting the silence sink into her being.

Finally, he spoke and she could feel every ounce of hatred and pain laced in his deceitful greeting. “So the little fox has come out to play.”

Aleqa stopped humming and slowly opened her eyes. “Hello, Scowl.”

“So formal. Are the intimate moments we shared not enough for you to call me by my name?”

Her face twisted in disgust.“I’m sorry. Where are my manners? Would you prefer dog?”

Joyous laughter fills the room. “Are you not happy to see me? And look, you’ve even worn white! I don’t suppose it’s our wedding day is it?” He took a few steps forward, gauging her reaction. She didn’t move. “Come now! Will you not bless me with your angelic voice?!” He roared as he wildly flung his arms in the air.

Aleqa stood up, anger flooding her being. “Are you not satisfied with the pain you’ve already caused me?!” She spat, gripping the handles of her daggers and pivoting herself to take aim at his now vulnerable chest.

A devious chuckle filled her ears as he took hold of her wrist. For a split second, she was filled with fear as he walked her back into the altar, taking a firm grasp on both her wrists while pressing himself against her body. “As much as I enjoy these games we play, I fear I’m not quite in the mood.”

“Games?!” She faltered.

Garmund ignored her question, instead choosing to brush his face against her hair and breathe in her scent. “Mm, you always did love lavender.” She struggled against him, a violent urge to rid herself of this closeness, causing him to sigh in frustration. “Let me guess. This is about that wench who’s buried out in the snow bereft of life?” He purred.

There was a time she felt complete and utter joy in his sadism, but not now. “You slaughtered the woman I loved.” She seethed.

He shrugged nonchalantly. “Yes. Yes, I did. Would you like to know the details? I don’t mind sharing.” She didn’t have to look at him to know that his lips were curved into a devilish smile, a stark contrast to his cool hazel eyes. “I warned everyone of the consequences that would befall them if the woman I love were ever to be taken from me. Did you think you were the exception to this rule?”

She turned her head towards him, laying her watering eyes on a face she hadn’t seen in years. Gentle waves of ear length ebony hair framed his face, just barely touching the line of his strong jaw. He gazed at her, expecting an answer, his face lit up in awe, the lines creasing with the fresh signs of aging. He stood heads over her, clad in a black suit, obviously not intending a fight. Not that he needed to be. “Aleqa. Why must you cry?” His eyes soften. “You were supposed to be an Empress.”

“Why would I want to be with someone who lies, having no respect for my wishes to change.” It wasn’t a question. It was a statement.

He shook his head, rubbing a calloused hand over his stubbled chin, his expression painted with disappointment. “If I told you then, would you have stayed? Though I doubt anyone I sold you to would be willing to put up with such a quarrelsome woman. And at any rate, your entire life is a lie. Tell me, did your late wife know about me? Where you came from? What you’ve done?” She stayed silent, a single tear rolling down her cheek.

“I thought so.” He cooed while wiping the salted droplet from her face with his thumb. “There are too many opportunities out there for a woman with your potential. I’d hate to see it wasted on the simple way of living. You were specifically bred for this purpose. How stubborn of you to run from it.”

“Because it’s not what I want!”

He took her face in both of his large hands, his feet spread shoulder-width apart as his eyes stared back into hers with an alarming intensity. “I don’t believe that. It’s who you are. You found me to take my life did you not? Was this to avenge your beloved or bathe in my blood. Quite frankly I’d enjoy the latter.”

“I will not be consumed by whatever darkness that has consumed your heart.”

“No dearest. You see I’ve learned something. You have yet to be awakened. I can’t use you while you’re broken. I am the only man you have ever been comfortable enough to let your true nature flow. You’ll never be freed from this desperate yearning to belong if you have yet to give in to your true desires. Did you not smile in maniac satisfaction when I twisted the neck of the young man whose disrespectful hands soiled your supple skin?”

Aleqa shook her head violently, only managing a choked “No.”

“Did you not cut a woman down for talking down to me of your own free will? And please believe me when I say that I enjoyed every second of it, but I requested no such thing.”

“NO!” Something snapped in her. For a moment she thought she’d lost track of the entire conversation, but that wasn’t so. She was hearing him clearly.

“When did you start hating yourself so much? Who filled your mind with the idea that you were inadequate...are you angry with me now?” His eyes soften, his guard dropping, the veil slipping from his face to reveal his true emotions as he leaned in to kiss her.

He stopped just shy of her lips, the sharp intake of his breath cool against her face. She looked him dead in the eyes, her lips curling into a wicked smile as his hand met her fist wrapped securely around the handle of her blade that was lodged in between his ribs.

At first, Garmund was shocked, but then he smiled. A genuinely thankful grin lit up his face while his blood pooled into her hands. He seemed at peace even as his mouth dripped with crimson. There was an almost blissful gargling as he tried his best to make sounds, his body feeling increasingly heavy. “You know...If there was anyone who could possibly hurt me, it would probably be you.” He paused, trying to catch the last of his breath. “It’s vengeance you crave. But I fear I can’t give you that, little fox. You’ll be rid of my flesh but my legacy will seek it’s Empress.”

Tired eyes looked down at her, but she remained quiet, tears streaming down her face while he hugged her and brushed a bloodied kiss across her cheek before exhaling and slumping to the ground with a loud thud.

Aleqa Dalamiq rids herself of this place, her dress and cheek stained in red and leaving nothing behind but a small waxing crescent carved into the skin of Garmund’s neck.

“What now little fox?”

“What do you want?”

[the-lunar-mistress]

Repost and fill in the answers you most associate your character with to each question.

1. Animal: Arctic Fox

2. Color(s): Pure White, Jade Green, Currant Purple, Black, While, Shadow Blue

3. Month: October

4. Song: Never Again - Hiroyuki Sawano

5. Number: 1

6. Day or Night: Night

7. Plant: Clematis

8. Smell: Lavender, alyssum, cinnamon, blood, sweat, sand

9. Periodic Element: Pa -  Protactinium

10. Season: Winter

11. Place: Hingashi

12. Food: Dango, curry, tako-yaki, steppe salad, persimmon pudding

13. Astrological Sign: Libra

14. Element(s): Ice, Thunder

15. Drink: Tea, wine, juice

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