#Fjola

[kruzidula]

shes just a bit too shy to say anything

[eshceyaaniwilds]

rabbit from Fanow 🐇

[sylviazem]

OC Smash or Pass: Fjola Miret-njer

Rules: pretty self explanatory. include physical descriptions or pics, and propaganda. the “other” label can be used for “sexuality misalignment” (ie: oc is femme and you’re gay, vice versa or you aren’t into smashing but a specific thing you wanna do with them like perhaps hug or study them under a microscope idc).

(openly)Tagged by @mythandral

Tagging EVERYONE WHO LAYS EYES UPON THIS *w* psiooom, laser eyes, tag me back so I can smash your OCs

(FFXIV Dialogue- and System Dialogue Makers by F'ortuna Favore)

Basic Facts

Height: ~2m / 6'5''

Age: ~30(unclear, but around or over)

Gender: Female

Pronouns: She/Her

Sexuality: Bisexual

Pros

Always willing to help when she can but not naive enough to get taken advantage of. A good listener.

Very enthusiastic about things she likes, and easily excited about other's interests as well.

Might seem a little reserved but get her comfy and talking, and she's very open about sexuality. Definitely down to experiment in the bedroom- very versatile.

Friends With Benefits.

B i g W o m a n .

Comes packaged with a very horny voidsent companion.

Clumsy. Likes making puns.

Cons

Health issues can make her very exhausted at random.

Tends to be one-sided in conversations: either listening or talking for a long time.

Lacks confidence most of the time, needs affirmation, and can be very anxious and clingy as a result.

Hates crowds.

Comes packaged with a very horny voidsent companion.

Clumsy. Likes making puns.

Other Facts

Fjola is a very talented healer, but certain events(i.e Shadowbringers) have made her wary of utilizing her white magicks.

Has a big dragon tail and some scales(not pictured above).

In case it wasn't obvious, she loves her some Liquid Courage. Sweet, fruity drinks are her favourite.

I'm pretty sure she's autistic.

Given consent from all parties involved, Nebula always wants in on the fun- either possessing Fjola or coalescing into a physical form of her own.

Nebula will drain just a little bit of aether but it's not impossible for her to get carried away, in which case, her partner(s) may pass out. But never anything worse than that! Prommy.

[fragglez]

my baby 💤

[howmybodyssodependant]

Nice

[nostalgic-breton-girl]

"Saturday" aks: Riverwood, Ivarstead, Markarth, Blackreach

from this ask game

Riverwood - Hadvar or Ralof? Why?

i've always gone with hadvar in the tutorial just because that's kind of what happens if you play it straight. but he's also a more rounded character i think... somehow has more voiced lines than most npcs (and will not shut up). he intrigues me a little, in that it's atypical at best for a village-born nord to think the empire will be the shining light that saves his homeland from the stormcloaks. but his logic seems a bit askew

Ivarstead - How do you feel about the Greybeards and Paarthurnax?

i understand their complete pacifism as well as i understand delphine's sheer frustration at their inaction... oh it's a tricky one. paarthurnax becoming like. king of the dragons. at the end is slightly alarming i will confess... but i also want to believe him when he says he's overcome his past self. will confess that my dragonborn's story has taken a bit of a turn and she may or may not end up killing paarthurnax, but that's because of a wholly other dilemma in her story

(Markarth - answered here)

Blackreach - What's your favourite enemy in the game? What's your least favourite? Why?

i must confess that when you have the overpowered explode everything spell from anniversary edition, most enemies start to seem the same. least favourite is that guy in the peryite questline who's completely resistent to magic because i'm pretty sure that's illegal. does hermaeus mora count as an enemy because i hate him but at least he's interesting... (*scrolling through the wiki list of skyrim bosses*)... they really could have had some more memorable villains in this game. i don't get why people have crushes on miraak but i do get why they find him distinctive. brynjolf is my personal enemy but you don't get to explode him so

[rannadylin]

Ranna in Middle-earth...*frequently* in Middle-earth

After that poll with the "over 300 hours logged on a video game" bit I got curious about my LOTRO play time so I did the /played check on the ones I play the most...

That's on Evernight Lennidhren, who's at level 140. (There's also Landroval Lennidhren, who was around...85-ish, maybe, last time I played on that server?) If my math is correct that comes to almost 1393 hours logged in on my elven librarian lore-master.

Alts under the cut as this could get long...

Up next is Corbous, level 112 Hobbit Brawler:

So that should be about 286 hours of punching things. :-D (Also, he's that close to level cap and less than a quarter of the time it took Lenni to get there? Brawlers, man. Although of course I've been spending less time on underlevel quests with him and just moving on when quests in a zone turn grey because I've seen them before on Lenni anyway, after all. And I haven't done any festivals and such on him yet either, just zooming to Mordor.

Next highest leveled is Ianthina, level 53 high elf Runekeeper, the LOTRO incarnation of my Pillars of Eternity inquisitor past-life of Watcher Violet (as Corbous is the LOTRO incarnation of Vi's older brother Corbus Itzli...). Note how she's, you know, less than half of Corbs' level? Note how long it took her to get there:

Brawlers, man. In 286 hours he gets to level 112, and in over 330 hours my Runekeeper is just up to 53?

Let's take one more example...my high elf minstrel Fjiola (LOTRO incarnation of Fjóla Reinert who's a Pillars chanter/cipher for a PoE ttrpg we...may or may not ever get around to actually playing, but it's been a while since I first started making her) got to level 35 before I discovered the magic of speed-leveling a Brawler and abandoned her until Corbous, like, single-handedly punches Sauron or something:

So a bit over 31 hours...For a total of over 2000 hours logged in just to the four characters I've played the most overall and recently on one server. I should probably revisit my Landroval and Crickhollow (formerly of Nimrodel...er...I think Crickhollow was where that server got merged to long ago?) and see what their play time was like, too, but anyway. It's a lot. I've been playing since about half a year after LOTRO launched except for a few years when I burnt out on Landroval and didn't play until more recently on Evernight. I guess this does confirm that I chose wisely to buy my lifetime subscription to this game back when they still offered those...I think I've gotten my money's worth after more than 2000 hours! :-D

[blessedbynine]

"All too often, when we see injustices we think it's terrible, but we do nothing. We say nothing. We let other people fight their own battles. We remain silent because silence is easier. I guess the only time most people focus on injustice is when it happens to them."

[sylviazem]

I mostly mess around with Y'shtolaxWoL but for the longest time, I've been thinking that Lyna deserves someone. And I want to make a First dedicated character. But that hasn't gone anywhere yet...

...So let's talk a bit about Fjola an' Shtola.

Truth be told, I haven't even fully solidified when exactly they became a thing(or how long they will last) but it's at least during or right after Shadowbringers; and I'd be lying if it wasn't because of that one interaction line Shtola has during the MSQ, and yes...it's the one where she jokes about spanking you. Like. Listen. I am not immune.

So that was the start of it all, and from there I started thinking how they'd work together: Shtola is Mature, Elegant, does magicks Real Good and Properly. Fjola is Anxious, Clumsy, also does magicks Real Good but much more Carefree. Magic was their first shared interest, because of the way they both cast it: Shtola is a "perfect leylines" kind of caster, whereas Fjola is more of a "this feels right" one. Mutual learning and understanding, and oops! We are intimate now.

Put them together and it's like a party buff. Shtola gives Fjola confidence and comfort, and Fjola manages to soften Shtola's kind of cold, academic exterior and open up a bit. Also, since Fjola has health issues from before ShB, and her body is altered because of that(tl;dr, failed Dreadwyrm Trance), there's a lot of trust and devotion between them. Shtola would like to cure her someday but after ShB, it's proving difficult.

Also, I think Shtola should be more blind. Like she can still use aethersight or whatever, but she doesn't use it literally all the time. I'll get Fjola and Ekiki to build her an assistant mammet or something.

Another random WoLQotD/OC question

I thought I'd ask this while I worked on my other questions. :)

If you're a WoL x NPC shipper, what drew you to that ship and why? What makes that ship the pinnacle for you and your oc? Is it that you love the canon character you write them with, you find their dynamic interesting or something in between?

If you're not a WoL x NPC shipper, but you have a ship with another person, how did that come about? What makes that ship fulfilling for you? Has the ship impacted your relationship with that other person? Feel free to gush, I wanna hear it!

Oh, and pictures are a must (if you have them).

[zombiecicada]

Reincarnation Is A Flawless Process, Nuff Said

It started small.

Just, his mind being unable to focus on a simple task. He had opened a document, and now, twenty minutes later he was still staring at it as if he expected the words to write themselves, mind completely elsewhere. It wasn’t particularly alarming at first, he HAD just been reincarnated, it was perfectly reasonable to believe that his new body was still ‘waking up’ and getting used to being used.

Jokull brushed it off, stepped back for a moment, walking over to the window to look out into the vast city, from his office he could see all the way to the dome’s wall and into the rocky inhospitable land that laid outside, stars shimmering. He breathed, he calmly reminded himself what he needed to do and how to do it. He had a responsibility, his work was of great importance, his kind and the society depended on him.

There was a reason why he had been chosen to be reincarnated.

His mind finally seemed to jog and he returned to his desk, sat down and got to work. He finished his tasks without any more of that blanking, and assumed that that was the end of that.

Oh how mistaken he was. It only got worse.

“Jokull? Jokull!”

His blue eyes shifted over to his coworker, his… his partner, who was staring at him with a look he wasn’t quite familiar with. Agitation, perhaps? He had never seen her upset with him before, yet again he had never just ignored her for five minutes straight before either.

“Yes?”

“I’ve been calling your name for the past five minutes. You’ve just been staring off into space.”

The other pjofur’s light blue eyes narrowed a little bit.

“It isn’t like you to get lost in thought.”

She was right, it wasn’t like him. He ran a hand though his ginger hair, what had he even been so fixated on? He couldn’t recall.

“Apologies. My head has been… fuzzy since my reincarnation. I’m listening now, what were you saying?”

Fjola just sighed.

“You know, if you’re experiencing unusual side effects from your last reincarnation you should talk to the reincarnation technicians.”

“That seems unnecessary.” he gave a small wave of a hand. “Reincarnation is an almost completely flawless process, nobody has had a faulty reincarnation since the Old Locale. Besides, yours went fine, mine was done by the same technician.” Jokull sounded certain, and he was. “Now what did you want to tell me?”

His… coworker, proceeded to pull up some of his most recent work, which had several sections highlighted.

“I need clarification on what you were thinking when you wrote this. It’s.. it’s risky, daresay demented. Did you even write this?” Jokull took the tablet from her hands and began to read the highlighted parts. He was quick to see where her concerns were coming from.

“I.. I wrote this,” he confirmed, albeit with a tone of confusion to his voice. It was definitely his writing, but some of the things his article was proposing were exceptionally risky and bold in a way that didn’t sound like him at all. “But now that I’m rereading it, it seems a little crazed.”

“You need to go talk to the reincarnation technician.” Fjola pulled the tablet away from him. “There’s something wrong with you.”

The strangest sensation went off in his brain.

It was like she had physically lashed out at him, he felt the urge to bite back, to defy her, he never argued with her before because she was always right. Even now she was right, this wasn’t normal.

“……” he took a deep breath, wrangling whatever this feeling was under control. Argue argue argue fight fight fight his head unhelpfully seemed to chant, unsettling him more and more by the second.

“You’re right. I’ll go talk to them.” Jokull stood up, and without another word he left the room.

It was just a short tram ride to the reincarnation laboratory, the entire ride his mind seemed to bounce around. One moment he was thinking one thing, only for another thought to immediately barge in, before long it was like twenty people were talking all at once and he wasn’t sure what thought to pay attention to. His head hurt.

What was happening to him?

The tram arrived at the station, to his dismay despite his best effort to keep himself calm he felt annoyance and irritability. Normally he was a very, very patient person. Right now? People were in his way and he couldn’t leave fast enough. His mind was running rampant, jumping back and forth between outrageous and frankly terrifying thoughts.

Need to move need to move need stimulation need need need stop stop stop it.

Jokull pushed through the door in a daze, walking up to the reception desk, flashing his identification, though he was certain it wasn’t needed. Everyone knew who he was, he was one of the most important people besides the royal family themself!

“I need to talk to my reincarnation technician.” He uttered, ignoring that the receptionist’s first thought was ‘what is wrong with him?’ His pupils rapidly expanded, shrinking back down, earning him another concerned look. He didn’t know what was wrong with him this wasn’t normal! He was told to go take a seat while the technician was called, and he did, anxiety and energy coursing though his body until he got up and started to pace, his jaw filling the otherwise silent space with a series of clicks. Since when did he pace?

He barely heard his name being called by the technician, his eyes snapping over as the reincarnation technician walked up to him, casting him a concerned look.

“Something is wrong.” Jokull huffed through gritted teeth.

“Calm down, we’ll figure it out.” The technician assured, he recognized that it was supposed to be comforting, but the ginger haired pjofur found himself almost baring his teeth at them, his mind like a rabid dog. NO. Do NOT do that. He just followed a safe distance behind just in case his twitching hands acted without his permission.

He sat impatiently as the technician went through his records, giving a ‘huh’ after a moment.

“What?” Jokull demanded, a little harsher than intended.

“Your reincarnation was… paused about halfway through it.” They pulled up the screen for Jokull to see. He saw lots of graphs and charts, showing the process of the data transfer… there was a noticeable.. gap.

“Paused? Why would you pause it?” Jokull tilted his head a little, eyes squinting, he could see his pupils contracting in the mirror behind them. The technician shook their head.

“No, I didn't pause it.”

“What do you mean you didn’t pause it? Who did than?”

“……”

“You weren’t there watching to make sure nothing bad happened?!” Jokull’s voice raised and he couldn’t help but let his jaw snap forward, and the technician flinched harshly back in their seat.

[thewordkeep-ffxiv]

vernda: TALES OF A LOST CHILD OF THE GREEN WORD

ENTRY 1: ENVOY

Author’s Note: “Ale” (pronounced Ah-leh) is Leif’s forest name, what he was called before leaving the forest for Eorzea.

“I’m leaving the Green Word.”

The rays of moonlight scattered around the Viera pair were suddenly daggers, sharp in the wake of that statement, and Ale wished for nothing more than to hide from that light. The female Viera he had grown up with, the woman he thought he knew, had become a stranger in an instant, and he suddenly felt awkward, vulnerable. He looked into those violet eyes, darkened by night, and could no longer see the mirth and pride that always shone within them. Instead, she pinned him with sadness and regret, emotions he never wanted to see from her directed at him.

Frozen in place by his shock, the male Viera could only look on, questions and emotions swirling in his mind like a tempest, but the only word to come to his lips was, “Why?”

Fjola almost flinched, a slight twinge of muscle just beneath her skin, and she reached up to brush back a lock of Ale’s moon-white hair from his face.

Ale did not flinch to her gesture. He lean into her palm, touch starved, but he could not close his eyes and enjoy the moment as if afraid she would disappear if he did.

“My dearest friend,” Fjola murmured, her soft tone as measured as the lulling sounds of night. “In the years we’ve been apart since you were taken from the village to become a Wood Warder, I struggled to find my place in this world, in this life, and could not. Nothing changes here. The forest breathes in and out steadily, every moment, every day, every year, unchanging. Our lifestyle drifts on, never shifting, never adapting. Meanwhile, the Empire presses on our borders, becomes a deeper threat with each passing moment. I’m tired of seeing my sisters die needlessly in battle to forces they don’t bother to understand. I’m tired of living with this looming danger. Why do we not know more about the enemy who demands to take all that make us Viera? Why do we not venture into the outside world, study its wonders and its horrors, and bring all that back to the villages so that we may defend ourselves? I can no longer stand idly by and watch our culture crumble…”

Tears glistened down Fjola’s cheeks, and Ale reached with a hand to brush them away without thinking. This brought a twitch of a smile to the woman’s lips, but there was strain there, sadness, and Ale hated seeing it.

“We’ve gotten by this long, we can surely prevail indefinitely. I’ve learned so much about fighting magitek, and more with each encounter. My brothers in arms and I, we—”

“It’s not enough, Ale.” Fjola shook her head, short dark hair swaying. “You’ve seen your kin die in battle, haven’t you. Had close encounters yourself, I bet.”

Ale did not want to admit Fjola right, his expression grim, but he also could not bring himself to lie to his childhood best friend. His silence was more than words could ever convey.

“We need envoys, Ale.”

“You know what it means to leave the Green Word, this forest,” Ale protested. “It means you can never return to it. The Green Word takes offense to the children who leave her protection after so much she has sacrificed to nurture us. To leave is the highest dishonor. It—”

“I know what leaving means, Ale,” Fjola interjected patiently. She lifted her chin, the violet of her eyes suddenly clear with pride, determination, and resolve. “I don’t care what the rules say. I will venture into the world, learn what there is to learn about it, and force myself back into this forest to educate our sisters about it. I will do my part in saving this land, not by sword but through knowledge, and there is nothing anyone can do to stop me.”

That drive. It was the same drive that kept Fjola to her mischief when they were children. The same drive that had her insist to Ale, as he was taken away to Warder training, that he would be okay and that they would see each other again. The same drive that now pushed her into the unknown, unflinchingly, to do what was best for her people. She was stupid. She was brave. It was what he loved about her.

“I love you.”

Ale hadn’t realized he said the words until he watched that resolve suddenly melt from Fjola’s expression, replaced by shock.

Fjola swallowed. “What did you say?”

Ale wished he could hide again, but he stood his ground, desperate for even a fraction of the resolve Fjola had shown only a moment ago. No turning back now. “I love you. I’ve loved you since we were children. I loved you even when I worried we would never see each other again. In the years we have been apart, not a day has gone by when I did not think about you. The hope to see you again drove me to survive. To be the best Warder I could be. I’m here because of you. I love you, and I can’t stand to see you leave after we have just found each other again.”

“L-like a sister, right? Like a best friend?”

Ale held onto confusion instead of dread as Fjola took a step back instead of forward, as he watched grief inflict her expression instead of elation.

“N-no,” Ale responded with careful words, working through his confusion. “I want to spend the rest of my life with you, to bond with you. I want to share children with you. I want to love you as a lover, to bring you joy and pleasure and contentment. To touch you. Hold you. Be with you. I—”

“I can’t.” Fjola turned away with a shuddering gasp, and she might as well have punched the other Viera or spat in his face.

He realized the rejection at once, noticing only now the pack that hung from her back, the layers of clothing she wore, and the sturdy boots that marked her as prepared for a journey. He had been so elated just to see her he had not clued in to her attire. Now her intentions were all too clear, as sharp and cold as the moonlight. “W-why?”

Fjola took another shuddering gasp, shoulders heaving, before spinning around to face Ale again, tears streaming down her face. “You are my very best friend.” Her voice trembled in anticipation to break Ale’s heart. “The dearest to my life. I cried myself to sleep so many times after you were taken from the village, worried I might not see you again, convincing myself that I would. I thought of you every day. I miss you every day. But I can’t love you the way you want me to. I don’t find you attractive—” Fjola pushed through Ale’s stricken expression lanced by hurt—“because I only have attraction for other women. It’s not that I wouldn’t want to love you, I just can’t. It’s why you’ve never found me at Gatherings all these years. I avoided them because I didn’t want to mate with males, let alone be ogled by any in that way…”

Ale swallowed, hard, struggling to force a smile that would not come, tears summoned instead. He wanted to understand, to be supportive, but the words just hurt… “If I hadn’t become male, so much of my life would be different, including your love for me…”

“Oh Ale,” Fjola whispered as they both fought back tears, night song smoothing over the sounds of breaking hearts. “Come with me. Leave the Green Word with me. We can go tonight.”

Ale shook his head. “You just said you can’t love me, a-and now—”

“Just because we can’t be lovers doesn’t mean I don’t need you. I have no idea what to expect out there. I don’t know what kind of danger I’ll be in. I have a better shot at this envoy thing if I had your support. And, as I said, I’ll miss you…”

Ale took a step back this time, wiping at his tears with the back of his hand. How could she ask at a time like this? “I made an oath to protect the very village we grew up in, to keep it safe. To forsake that oath is to turn my back on the village, on what we love. I can’t come with you, Fjola. My duty and my life are here.”

Fjola hitched a breath and responded with a brisk nod. Ale saw the pain in her eyes at that statement, the disappointment, and he wanted to find catharsis in it, for her pain to soothe the blow she had just given him. All he found was more hurt, more regret, and the loathing to see her in such pain, even now.

Such a fool.

“I-I understand.” Fjola took several deep breaths to compose herself, then shot a hand forward. “Then I guess this is goodbye.”

Ale glanced down at Fjola’s hand, her chosen parting gesture instead of the hugs she was known for. He turned away, rejection in the sheen of his white hair, of the hand-sewn leather that covered his shoulders, of the Warder’s hunting knife strapped to his back. His metal clawed boots flashed in the fleeting moonlight as he began to step away. “Be safe, my friend.”

Ale refused to shed any more tears over Fjola. Only later, in the company of solitude, would he regret not giving her that hug instead, not saying more, not doing anything he could to see her until the very last moment at the border between this life and the next.

~ FIN

[shadowdunsparce]

My FFXIV OCs

🌌 Dumplingway

📖 Arkadiusz

🌇 Yadokkya

🍌 B'nyanya

🌳 Fjola

🩸 Neit

🔫 Khona'a

💐 Zinnia

[sylviazem]

feral you say

its humbling having realization after realization that you have a very definitive type

anyway if you have any ocs that are pretty women with long blonde hair, know that I will go feral for them

[sylviazem]

FFXIV Write 2024- Prompt #1: Steer

master list

"You wanted to talk?"

"It's a beautiful sunset, isn't it," Fjola stared over the blazing orange sea before beckoning Erenville next to her. "Come, sit with me."

...

A while passed, and the sun began to sink below the horizon until Fjola finally decided to speak.

"I'm thinking about leaving. For a while."

"Back to Eorzea already," Erenville raised his brow and smirked. "I believe that is called returning home, no?"

"...No. No, that's just it," she looked down at her blurry reflection in the water below their feet. "I don't actually know where "home" is. Not beyond the company I keep, at least."

"...Oh. I see."

"I don't usually confide in others when it comes to my past or lack thereof, but meeting your mother was a bit of a slap to the face."

"Hm," Erenville nodded solemnly. "So you intend to go searching? For possible family, or..?"

"For anything, really," Fjola laughed a little. "Aye, that's the long and short of it. The Warrior of Light misses her mommy, whom she can't even remember. After everything we've seen, it just-"

"Doesn't sit quite right with you. Having forgotten."

"...Yeah."

...

"So," Fjola sniffled and cleared her throat. "I was hoping you could help me get started. Maybe ask around for contacts who could help steer me in the right direction?"

"I can't promise anything," Erenville stood up and started heading back towards the city. "But I'll try."

"Thank you! Elen-"

"No."

"...fussy little-"

"No."

[warriorsoftwiggenstein]

Slow start on our in game campaign, but what we have been able to play has been fun. Maizy and the tank, Jajadute have been walking around after he got her some food. And they met with an Ishgardian Noble Lancer, Edrick, who is already proving to be an...interesting character. And finally the healer of the group, Fjola, who already seems to be spiraling about what the hell Maizy even is.

[eshceyaaniwilds]

OCs

Yadokkya

Pronouns: they/them, sometimes he

Age: 40

Gender: trans nonbinary

Orientation: bisexual

Job/class: min/smn/mch

Place of Origin: Shaaloani

Personality Traits: cheeky, tactical, reticent

Likes: sunsets, rocks/gemstones, swimming

Dislikes: cold, being idle, small talk

Partner(s): Koana

Brief bio: After meeting a traveler from across the salt, Yadokkya left Tural to assist the miner’s guild of Ul'dah and learn new things. While on a job in Limsa Lominsa, they met an Au Ra, Ark, who introduced them to summoning. They began traveling together until after the attack on Rhalgr’s Reach, where they stayed behind to oversee events in Ala Mhigo while Ark dealt with the East. They then help with rebuilding Ala Mhigo and protecting people as needed when Ark is taken to The First. The two were reunited afterwards and combated the Final Days together. Ark retired to live with their wives, leaving the mantle of Warrior of Light to Yadokkya. They travel back to their homeland as part of Wuk Lamat’s entourage, but ends up falling in love with one of her rivals.

Dumplingway

Pronouns: he/him

Age: 28(?)

Gender: genderqueer

Orientation: gay/demisexual

Job/class: gleaner(btn)/ast/pct

Place of Origin: Mare Lamentorum

Personality Traits: kind, gentle, curious

Likes: space, plants, nature

Dislikes: blood, echo visions

Partner(s): Erenville

Brief bio: Dumplingway was raised by loporrits on Mare Lamentorum. He served as an envoy to Sharlayan for their exodus preparations. He has an affinity for celestial magics, so he picked up Sharlayan astrology during his time there. He also met Erenville, who inspired him to become a gleaner. His specialty is strange plants and he has a fondness for lunatender blossoms and carnivorous plants especially. He is apprenticing under Erenville to learn how to be a gleaner, and during their travels they became close and eventually partners.

While he is not a WoL and does not experience the events of the main story (up until Dawntrail, when he joins Erenville in Tural), he does have a faint echo that lets him see bits of the future, albeit rarely. It was Hydaelyn’s will that he was brought to the moon as an infant, since, unbeknownst to him, he is a reincarnation of The Watcher.

Arkadiusz

Pronouns: they/them

Age: 28

Gender: nonbinary

Orientation: ace lesbian

Job/class: sch/smn

Place of Origin: Azim Steppe

Personality Traits: altruistic, charismatic, compassionate

Likes: carbuncles, flowers, rain

Dislikes: people who try to abuse their kindness, haughty people

Partner(s): Sadu, Cirina

Brief bio: Hailing from the Azim Steppe’s Mol tribe, Ark left their home to journey at Temulun’s behest. They became an accomplished arcanist at 26, attracting the attention of Y'shtola, who bade them join the Scions of the Seventh Dawn. They also began journeying with a viera, Yadokkya, who they met while learning arcanima. Alongside their new companions, they triumphed over ever greater trials. After the events of the Final Days, they returned to the Steppe to retire and be with Cirina and Sadu, and is always seen with their ruby carbuncle, who also serves as an emotional support companion. 

Fjola

Pronouns: she/her

Age: 75

Gender: female

Orientation: unsure

Job/class: gnb/lnc

Place of Origin: Fanow

Personality Traits: dutiful, curious, cautious

Likes: nature, coffee, stars, history

Dislikes: big cities, lavishness, people who disrespect nature

Partner(s): N/A

Brief bio: Fjola is a skilled hunter and lancer from Fanow. Like her sisters of the woods, she was cautious of outsiders, but she was also curious what the world was like beyond the trees. Her life changed when the Scions arrived in Fanow. After the sunless sea returned, she left the Greatwood with them to help more people in need. She picked up gunbreaker during her travels to be a better protector.

B'nyanya Pepper

Pronouns: he/him

Age: 32

Gender: cis male

Orientation: pansexual

Job/class: rdm/sam

Place of Origin: Southern Thanalan

Personality Traits: flirty, romantic, insecure

Likes: yellow, sunrises, spicy food

Dislikes: cold, bland food, sandworms

Partner(s): T'laqa Tia

Brief bio: He wasn’t very good at hunting so he left the desert to study white magic. He ended up returning to Ul'dah to learn red magic and samurai (to less effect) as well. His preferred job keeps changing as he’s unsure about himself, but he tends to lean towards magics, which led him towards Sharlayan to learn their styles of magic.

Neit

Pronouns: he/him

Age: unknown

Gender: male

Orientation: bisexual

Job/class: drk/vpr

Place of Origin: The Thirteenth

Personality Traits: cold, manipulative, cunning

Likes: killing, sex, blades, fire aether

Dislikes: romance, attachments

Partner(s): none permanent (for his personal benefit, ditches them when they’re no longer useful)

Brief bio: A particularly violent voidsent, Neit [pron. netch] arrived in the Source via a gate opened by the Void Ark. He possessed the corpse of an adventurer that perished trying to uncover the Ark’s secrets. Using his new body, he returned with the adventuring party to the Parrock, where he seduced Leofard in order to get closer to his goals. In his arrogance, he snuck aboard the Lady Radlia for a chance to kill a voidsent more powerful than himself–Diabolos. However, he lost the opportunity when Cait Sith vanquished Diabolos. He now wanders the realm, luring victims in with his beauty before depriving them of their aether. He favors the greatsword for combat, but also has no qualms about using his sharp claws and teeth to kill.

His original form on The Thirteenth was that of a gray-skinned Miqo'te. He was a soldier in the Contramemoria, known for his fearsomeness in battle. However, he was standoffish and preferred to work alone. He eventually succumbed to the allure of the darkness and was twisted by the Flood into a feral beast, doing anything it took to try and survive.

The body he possesses was named Eldgjá, a viera from the Dravanian Forelands who traded his hunts with the people of Tailfeather. In return, he learned stories of adventurers and decided to become one as well. At first, he hunted for clients, but he was eager to prove himself. And so he answered the call to explore the Void Ark, where he was slain in battle.

Khona'a

Pronouns: he/they

Age: 35

Gender: transmasc

Orientation: gay

Job/class: mch

Place of Origin: North Shroud

Personality Traits: kind, bold, impulsive

Likes: machinery, buildings overtaken by nature, high places

Dislikes: Garlemald, sudden loud noises, cramped places

Partner(s): Zinnia

Brief bio: He used to work as a scout and mechanic for the Resistance until the events of The Ghimlyt Dark, when he saved Zinnia and they left together. Now they travel around Coerthas and the Shroud, sometimes doing odd jobs for the Twin Adders. He is fond of tinkering with machinery/anything mechanical. He helps with maintenance on Zinnia’s magitek arm, as well as making bullets and gunblade enhancements for him.

Zinnia

Pronouns: he/him

Age: ~80?

Gender: male

Orientation: gay

Job/class: gnb

Place of Origin: The Burn

Personality Traits: stoic, protective, cautious

Likes: earthy colors, weeds, books

Dislikes: Garlemald, sudden loud noises, magitek

Partner(s): Khona'a

Brief bio: Zinnia grew up around The Burn, so as a result he struggles to manipulate aether. He was a conscript in the Garlean army until the events of the Ghimlyt Dark, when Khona'a saved his life and they ran away together. He had long forgotten his birth name, so Khona'a gave him the name Zinnia. He is fiercely protective of Khona'a. He is blind in his right eye and has a prosthetic right arm.