#Lilith Duskryn

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Is it really losing your mind if it wasn't yours to begin with?

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LOOK AT HER. LOOK AT MY LIZZER.

*sensual music plays* propping yourself up sexily on floating abstract furniture facsimiles, am i right ladies? special commischóne for @crimsontentacles !💕

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sad lizzer

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Fray I love you, but my girl has zero upper body strenght and you just gave her a zweihander.

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oh no, he's hot

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my Warrior of Light, Lilith, fith a serious case of Resting Grumpy Face

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May as well throw all the doodles here. Lilith is mine, viera boy Siegfried belongs to my friend, and Emet-Selch belongs to hell.

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we arrived at Endwalker, the suffering draws near.

Also, I managed to make Dancer look edgy, which I count as a success.

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Post an image of your WoL as a romanceable npc without making a new screenshot.

Duel first, date in a garden second.

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Lilith, the Warrior of Light-

-aka I realized I have to actually talk about my characters for people to Perceive Them, so gonna just compile what I wrote for the RP profile

Story

Lilith remembers her life on the Steppe in parts - images, sounds and feelings, ideas rather than full memories. Hot, dry air and the sound of grass bending under her feet. Her tribe, mothers and fathers working together to raise the flock of children, one big family with shared responsibilities. The other children, future warriors and hunters, loud, strong and promising - and her: a runt in everything but name, easy to bully and leave behind, meek, small and quiet, oh so quiet. "If you're not gonna be useful, at least don't be a nuisance" - words of the Eldest Grandmother ring in her head, no malice in them, just a simple fact. So she made herself invisible, doing her work in silence and isolation. Only her singing made anyone look twice at her, ringling like a songbird, caling the herd from the vast fields or in the evening quiet, lulling younger kids to sleep. A fine voice to sing praises to Dusk Mother, they said, and that's what she did, as best as she could. The last thing she really remembers was the day she got her name: Lilith, "ghost of the night", well fitting for the quiet, dark-skinned girl.

Two years after the Calamity she was found by the Wood Wailers in the depths of the Black Shroud, hungry and disheveled, unable to speak a word on her own. Mother Miounne took care of Lilith, who slowly got her voice, sense and bravery back - but not the memory of what lead to her appearing so far from the Steppe. The only thing that her mind retained from that time is the feeling of pain, guilt and dread, and every attempt to recover anything more, be it by magic or the gentle words of her caretakers, ends in a waking nightmare and her mind and body shutting down in fear. Lilith dares not to reach out to her tribe, convinced that she was a part of something unspeakably horrible and she fares better here, in the land so different and far, and yet so welcoming.

About

Lilith is true to her name - a ghost, quiet and observing, absorbing as much knowledge as she can before even making her presence known. Her insatiable curiosity is only tampered by her anxiety and reservations, and the learned tendency to stay in the shadows. Loves books, especially of long forgotten history and heroic tales, and subconsciously adopted a bit of an archaic way of speaking from them. Endlessly fascinated with flowers and lush Eorzean flora, keeps a journal full of sketches and carefully pressed flowers. Very serious aboiut her red magic training, and even more about her skills as a bard, rarely indulges in song outside of the battlefield, or private moments.

Appearance

Dark, purple tinted skin dusted with lily-white freckles, light hair cut short and practical, somewhat messy, with bangs almos covering her eyes. One of her lilac eyes accentuated with a bright limbal ring. Small even for an Au Ra, and eerily still, both with expression and body language - Lilith's deadpan face is near famous among her few friends and makes her dry sense of humor even more striking.

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My life has been thoroughly eaten by ffxiv. The amount of emotional damage I'm receiving is enormous. I love it.

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They don't tell you that, but being a Red Mage is all about swag and fashion.

Also X'Rhun is a dilf and I am in love.

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Question 12 for wol questions!

12. Does anyone call them by a nickname? What do they think about it?

Most people call Lilith by name, and she prefers that, but couple people had their own nicknames for her:

Thancred calls her Sunshine since the early Scion days, due to her signature deadpan expression and how rarely she smiles.

Haurchefant called her Snowflake, because of her freckles; "they look like a dusting of snow that never melts" as he used to say.

Urianger called her my Star once, when he thought she cannot hear him.

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for the ffxiv ask: lilith 14!

14. If they were not an adventurer, what would they be doing?

She already tried working at the culinarian guild, but her cooking skills are terrible no matter what she tried, girl was just raised on Steppe food and the subtlety of Eorzean flavors escapes her lmao

But! I think she would be happy working as a florist/gardener or a library clerk. Something quiet and involved, that also has potential of making people happy sometimes.

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Scions: okay we gotta use our academic background and search through hundreds of tomes, including forbidden ones! We gotta save the world with Knowledge! WoL: good luck guys, Imma stay here at the first floor, in the Kids Section!