#Squallall Squal

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I figured you all aughtta see Squallall as she is right now. My friend by the in game name of Lucid took this of her.

Her PLD glam, shown here, was largely procured via the market board; the noir set was a pain to procure, but Dragoon blue? Much easier, funny enough.

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So, Squallall has a trait inspired by my late beagle.

Assuming she trusts you enough, if you show her physical affection, even if it's platonic, like giving her a headpat or a cheek rub, she'll start to lean towards your hand; she's not always aware that she is doing this, though.

having a bit of a dreary morning so I bring a wol question to you all

what's your favorite fact about your wol/oc?

do they have a hobby? is it one of the crafting jobs? are they on a personal journey to sample every type of cheese in the world? do they have any remarkably specific quirks or habits? what's something you've added to them that just really makes them... them.

(and as always, bonus points for including a screenshot of your lovelies <3)

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Questions from a Lalafell Main

1. How does a Lalafell dance with someone who is at least a fulm or more taller? As in a good ol' ballroom waltz? That just sounds like someone's bound to get back issues. 2. As a three fulm one tank, I wonder if it's possible for me to become unhealable because the enemy is large enough to shield me from the view of the healer. Don't want to become a festering corpse because I stood in the right spot for a behemoth's paw to hide me. Trying to fight an overworld enemy with a rock in front of me quickly taught me line of sight issues are a thing. 3. How does one best furnish a dining room to insure that even the most portly of taller races can be able to look everyone in the eye easily? What materials make for the sturdiest of chairs? How does one make sure that your Lalafellin dinner guest can even get into the chair at their spot at the table while still allowing for them to see over it and dine comfortably? That Lifter chair was certainly the wrong way to go about it, I say; showed a non-14 player friend the chair and she said it'd be better with a higher back. I'm on team Make-it-a-Stool. 4. I've seen some people call Lalafells potatoes. Do in game people call the popotoes? 5. Why are the Lalafell emotes so expressionate and dramatic? I watched an NPC Lalafell cry once and it just felt overly dramatic. Like what you'd do to portray an emotion in theatre or if you cannot speak. 6. I wonder what the percentages of each race are for both NPCs and players, because I keep running into at least one Lalafell NPC and/or player no matter where I am. 7. Why do some of you dislike/hate Lalafells? I just see them as chaos hobbits. That would become more chaotic when drunk. 8. Avoiding the door-within-a-door Idea, how does one properly make a door that all races can use comfortably?

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So, I was doing the Moonfire event quest yesterday and got to the point where you look at your surroundings and tell Lyonell where to go. Now, that camera is set at ye average Midlander Hyur eye level.

I'm most certainly not. I am a three fulm, one ilm tall Plainsfolk. Now, I would ask for something to bring the viewpoint to my actual eye level, but I'd get a buncha feet and knees, a hip, maybe, if you're short enough, so... Maybe not.

Gotta wonder what poor schmuck's holdin' me up to that eye level, though. Probably some poor Elezen or something.

Ya doin' ok holding me during those, dudebro? Ya shoulders ok? How's your back? I'm not exactly light, even for my kind.

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T'savia: Say, you know where we're supposed to go next?

Squallall: Left

T'savia, exasperated: Squallall, you don't have a sense of direction. Are you sure this-

Squallall: Left.

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Squallall was originally just an in game representation of me, the Tumblr blog account holder.

Over time, she grew to be an alternate universe version if the Me I use in stories, just XIV's version of me that fits all XIV related content/situations.

She originally had no known caretaker, as she not only lacked the memory of one, but had loads of indicators that she had one. At the time, I hadn't made one for her. She now has one, a man of 50% Xaela, 25% Seeker of the Sun, and 25% Veena named Onyxeus Ozmandeus. Squallall's belief that the Twelve don't exist and that Hyaedelyn's a fraud comes from him and the fact that he grew up outcast from anyone other than family because he looks so strange; the "Alexander is most likely the most viable and benevolent Eidolon" mentality also comes from him and his studies. The reason Squallall doesn't remember him for most of her journey is because he saw himself as a threat to her survival and used a handmade temporary amnesia spell to make her forget him after he faked his death and took all images of his face out of the house; this spawns the mystery she aims to solve through until Endwalker (endpoint unknown) of who raised her.

Originally, she was just very friendly to Haurchefaunt, but as of now, they were almost half siblings because Squallall's caretaker (father) fell for Haurchefaunt's dad, but due to a more draconic appearance, and how Ishgard as a whole would feel, it didn't last long; they, the parents that is, still yearn for each other, but more so yearn for more general acceptance from Ishgard. Haurchefaunt's death ends up being her first ever death of a family member she has memory of, so it goesas expected. Lots of horrid crying and screaming; it's just ugly and heart wrenching. Is how she and Thancred stop hating each other and become more sibling-like in how they interact.

Warning: gets darker from here on out. As in includes her dark backstory of being gene warped as an infant by a Garlean scientist. Contains blood and harsh tones.

She once had lycanthropy cause a tail in her day form, but that got scrapped in favor of having that same long, prehensile tail with a lightly tufted tip be a result of Garlean genetic mutation as an infant. Something something a Garlean scientist wanted to create mass produceable army and was told to start small, but picked Lalafell infant instead of, say, a rat or puppy; she survived when said scientist was told to kill her, because turns out, head still attached = still alive, so throwing a newborn with a back that is bloody and looks like a well used cutting board into the ocean in hopes she'll drown or get eaten won't work.

Originally, she was just like my other characters in that if she clinically dies, she's only gone for twenty minutes before showing signs of life. Now it's more so that if it involves vital organs/veins, she'll rebound like that, but if not, she can still be alive, and in some cases fully awake. Can cause some morbid, yet hilarious situations like her impaled on a stalagmite and complaining the whole time while the party is actively trying to save her, or the "What wound?" cliche that many people use.

She originally was given a form of a towering beast I've used before, and dubbed in other stories as Bacterial Contamination, but no concrete way to have something 3' 2.2" tall become something 16' 8.8" and monstrous; it's dubbed an an Army-Eater in this. I have since added dark aspected corrupted crystals as the method of transformation. She needs to eat one standard crystal sized one in order to be overloaded with energy and morph, but risks losing her sanity and becoming a mindless killing and mass consuming machine; her body lacks enough mass to have this form, so she just eats a lot while temporarily in it in order to hopefully not die. If she loses her pupils in this form, she's lost control of the bodily urge to eat anything meaty and/or that moves.

8/24/24

How has your wol(oc) changed in ways you wouldn't have guessed back when you made them?

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Squallall Squal, witnessing chaos happen amongst the party: What in the lalafrick is goin' on...?!

T'savia Tia, with hands over face and ears back, exasperated: Just... Say... Fuck... You eloquently spoken, soon to be mashed, popoto Paladin...!

Squallall: Nay. 'Tis not the time when I am angry enough, you convoluted nimrod with an oversized fire poker.

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A little tidbit 'bout this blog's popoto in Dragoon blue:

Whenever someone says something like "May the Twelve be with you," in terms of current lore, any reaction Squallall gives to them is fake.

Why?

Because if you were to ask her, she'd respond with "Hydaelyn's a fraud; the Twelve don't exist." This is due in part to a few things.

1. She was raised by a singular caretaker that, during their time as a traveling merchant prior to discovering her, had come upon books and other writings talking about the Primal Alexander. Said caretaker then came to the conclusion that it is, supposedly, possible to summon the Holy Primal in its entirety, and due to the thing it's associated with, light/Holy, it is the best Primal to summon to protect as many people as possible. [Do note that my listing of Alexander as a Holy Primal is largely in part due to how the FF Wiki talks about him, especially in my favorite FF, Final Fantasy IX, where Alexander is seen being a protector at least once.] So, Squallall grew up being told that Alexander was the most likely thing to truly protect people. The fact a facsimile was summoned once before, like with Titan and Good King Moggle Mog, only cemented things. Squallall's caretaker was never tempered to the Primal Alexander, though, and was just someone who came to their own conclusions given the provided info.

"Given how more crystals than a carriage could haul in a day and a load and a half of prayer can summon a facsimile of a Primal that can cause devastation to a local, there must be some sort of key item(s) needed to summon the actual being instead of a half true copy." ~ Taken from the margins in one of the many books Squallall inherited about Alexander and Primals.

2. Same caretaker was unable to find enough consistent proof that the Twelve exist, and thus labeled all perceived proof as hearsay, and anytime Hydaelyn spoke of the Twelve herself was just an elaborate lie to make it seem like others were in charge of certain things and any issues those things caused weren't her fault.

3. The caretaker was one of a group of people, likely due to the Echo, but I am unsure 'bout that, that could hear Hydaelyn. Though said caretaker never had more than an occasional snippet once every blue moon, it was enough to prove she existed.

So, whenever someone says something like "May the Twelve be with you" to her, she's silently wondering why in the world you believe the lies of a fraud.

This is also why she says stuff like "May Alexander protect you" and "By Alexander's wings" in place of various Twelve-centric phrases.

She's been accused of being tempered, only to quip back that tempered people usually are actively seeking to summon their Primal, where as she thinks that now's not a good time to attempt.

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-After a trip through the Palace of the Dead- Squallall, staring out of the palace's entrance: New record! 'Tis wondrous! Never thought I'd see the day where we'd make it ta level 168. New Hyuran Recruit: Excuse me, Boss? Squallall: Yeah? What's up, kiddo? Recruit: I have a question. Squallall: Shoot, sniper. Recruit: Uh, what's the ratio of men to women in the crew, if you don't mind me asking? Squallall: In the Fellowship? Whoo... Uh... [makes calculations on fingers] 'Bout... Oh, two women to every man. [pauses] Nope, crap, I foggedaboutta few. It's three to one. Oops, tryin' ta not be biased. [sheepish back of head scratch] Recruit: That skewed? [pauses to count in head] I can't think of that many women. Squallall: Did you exclude the alliance only persons? Recruit: Yeah, of course. Squallall: Who ya got? Recruit: [lists off names of female fellowship members] Squallall: Oh, ya missed me. That's why your list was off. Recruit: [is puzzled] You're a woman?

Squallall: Yeah, 'tis be. Recruit: [still puzzled] But... [gestures at his chest] You... You don't do anything to look like a lady! Squallall: So? Recruit: How... How do you identify, if you don't mind me asking? Squallall: [wistfully] I identify as the gender I was born as... [bluntly] Female. Squallall: Yeah, 'tis be. Recruit: [still puzzled] But... [gestures at his chest] You... You don't do anything to look like a lady! Squallall: So? Recruit: How... How do you identify, if you don't mind me asking? Squallall: [wistfully] I identify as the gender I was born as... [bluntly] Female. Squallall: Yeah, 'tis be. Recruit: [still puzzled] But... [gestures at his chest] You... You don't do anything to look like a lady! Squallall: So? Recruit: How... How do you identify, if you don't mind me asking? Squallall: [wistfully] I identify as the gender I was born as... [bluntly] Female. Squallall: Yeah, 'tis be. Recruit: [still puzzled] But... [gestures at his chest] You... You don't do anything to look like a lady! Squallall: So? Recruit: How... How do you identify, if you don't mind me asking? Squallall: [wistfully] I identify as the gender I was born as... [bluntly] Female. Recruit: But... [gestures at his chest] Your... Squallall: Just 'cause my desire to be as flat as the floorboards in the Fellowship's base of operations doesn't change anythin'. Your boss is still a woman. Recruit: But people call you Sir! Squallall: So? [pauses, comes to a realization] John... You sweet spring sapling... You've not left the grove you were planted in much, huh? John: No... Squallall: [sighs] Whelp. Uh, crouch for me, please. It's more polite when you're at equal eye level when speakin'. John: [obediently crouches] Squallall: Good. Thanks, kid. Now, you wanna just ask me all the questions ya want, so you can better understand one of the many flavors of people a bit better? John: Yeah... Squallall: [gestures for him to speak] John: Oh! Right. Uh, romantic preference? Squallall: Women. I'm simple; I stick wit one option. John: Uh, sexual preference? Squallall: I'd rather filet myself like a good steak than partake in any o' that. Gives me a feelin' of sharp discomfort. John: Oh... But people call you Sir, and Mister. And you dress like a man! Squallall: [stuffs hands into noir coat pocket] Yeah, that's just people makin' a mistake; I've heard it too much ta care at this point. As for clothes... Personal preference. It's why I latched ta the term of butch. John: Huh. [genuinely curious] Squallall: Now, come. Stand up. Let's talk and walk. You can ask all the questions ya want ta on the way home. I hear Twilly's cookin' somethin' fierce tonight. Heard rumors it's a monster ov ah steak. John: Ooh. That sounds good.

-The two walk off, John asking questions, and Squallall answering as best as she can. Occasional talk about what Twilly's cooking breaks up the talk about her identity and what terms mean.-

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Squallall: When she's in her default form if Plainsfolk Lalafell, a wolf, assuming that's a possible soul; the reason is because her father, Onyxeus Ozmandeus, has called her his "stubborn little wolf pup who craves life despite doing everything to squander it" ever since she was a child. If she's in her Army Eater form, this being the result of Garlean genetic mutation, the soul used would be of whatever you think would be the most terrifying, nightmare inducing, mutated draconic voidsent-thing possible; this thing's gotta be horrifying enough to scare 75% or more of the audience at all times due to its looks. If the latter soul is in play, expect to be just straight up eaten; no attacks, no other moves, just monched.

Onyxeus: it depends based on when you encounter him.

If he still views himself as a monster due to past trauma from years of non-familial bullying: he will pick that same voidsent-dragon thing Squallall does sometimes.

If he is looking to prove he is the monster people say he is: then whatever is the result of crossing Bahamut and Phoenix. This is because he's, at this point in his character progression, is blind with rage to the point that Squallall is one of a few people who can control him like a hunting dog; he tried to grant himself God-like powers in order to eviscerate his lifetime's worth of bullies, it backfires and corrupts him for a time.

If he's now working on healing from his trauma, but isn't fully healed: he would pick something akin to an Alexander themed wolf-dragon thing that can cast Holy. This is because he's healing from his past trauma and is now willing to seek forgiveness for what wrongs he committed when the trauma got to him, like not spending time with his daughter or actually proposing to his boyfriend regardless of Ishgard's views on Au'Ra and Au'Ra mix peoples.

If he's healed enough from his trauma that he's starting to forget it because it no longer affects him: then, if possible, Ozma. If not, then Madeen; this is due to the role Madeen plays in IX matching well with how Onyxeus now feeling he is mentally ready to be the protector of his darling little girl (Squallall) like he's always wanted, on top of both he and Squallall having matching steel thistle charms on their person at all times, like how Eiko and Mog had ribbons.

If your WoL was a fighter at the Arcadion, what type of feral soul would they use?

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Squallall: No rules say otherwise? Kiddo, I feel rules should say otherwise. For your sake, anyways.

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Someone: What did you do?!

Squallall, simply: Got stuck in a hole in the ground.

Someone: HOW?!

Squallall, flatly: Miscalculated.

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"Welcome to chaos! I'm a bad tank!" ~ Squallall Squal, said with a smile after forgetting to use tank stance. Again. For not the last time. And managing to deal somehow without.

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T'savia: His first love is his current one, a Lalafellin man named Donovan Tonovan. The two first met in Costa Del Sol when they were both fifteen, where Donovan was bein' a nuisance to whoever claimed ownership of the place by repeatedly fishing off their piers regardless of however many times he's told to screw off. Why was he fishing there? 'Cause he likes fishing, finds sea life tasty, and needed a certain fish for a dish he wanted to try makin'; he's a gourmand at heart. T'savia was in Costa Del Sol on a solo mission for the Rogue's Guild, and ended up out of food due to a miscalculation on his part. Donovan heard him complaining to himself 'bout a lack of food, and offered to share if T'savia would regail the tale on why he was out there, alone. It wouldn't be until two months later that the two became a couple, much to the surprise of others due to how soon it was; in the current point in the timeline, the two are now adults and are still going strong, though sometimes T'savia will take bemoan about the calorie count in his boyfriend's dishes.

Squallall: For her, it's Y'shtola. But it didn't come fast. From Y'shtola's side, she started feeling a bit when she needed comfort and sought out Squallall due to her being the best choice she could think of when she was emotionally unwell due to [insert lore-based explanation on why Y'shtola would be in the need for comfort while she cried] having happened, so she bit back her pride and asked Squallall for comfort. She needed comfort from the Lalafellin woman and found herself quite impressed at how Squallall handled the situation. Squallall would later realize she's undeniably in love with her when she sought comfort and Y'shtola repaid the favor by being there for her in her ownn time of need. The two would then, about a week after Squallall got comforted by Y'shtola, though that week was dotted with many an occurrence of Y'shtola trying to fluster Squallall "'cause it's funny," the two would realize their affection towards each other stemmed from something more than friendship, and would both confess, albeit awkwardly from Squallall.

9/11/24

When did your wol(oc) have their first love/crush?

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Squallall: There's chaos goin' on right now, sn't I'm unattended!

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Squallall's confidence depends on who is likely to look at her and see.

If no sapient beings are watching or only people she knows are watching: She can be bold, reckless, and often times badly wounds herself 'cause she wanted to try something. Expect her to act a fool at some point 'cause she got cocky. Just enough confidence to make you think she has an ego.

If strangers are watching: She'll get nervous and likely not do a lot of things most people can do because new people make her socially nervous.

Work mode: When her job requires it, she gets into a mentality that makes her quash her nerves and discomfort and opt for a logical look on things. This also comes with enough confidence needed to make deals and be the boss she is. She's not so confident in this mode that she's reckless, but she is willing to still take risks with her own life if it means her crew gets paid.

9/12/24

What is your wol(oc)'s confidence like?