#about: kagi'ir

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A fleeting moment of tenderness.

with @lawofregression

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Leave naught but ash in your wake...

Took inspiration from @feifeixiv's Lightwarden photoset here!

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i like him a lot..

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he's no black mage but he can sure bring {Despair}

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he doesn't do well in the cold :(

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FFXIV Deity Asks -- All three questions for Byregot, the Builder, please.

19. Does your character have any constructive hobbies?

If, by constructive hobbies, you mean exercising his mind and body by honing his swordplay skills, then yes! He needs to have a sharp blade and an equally sharp mind (by his standards, anyway—which, honestly, aren't very high) so he spars as often as he can.

20. Does your character enjoy the arts? If so, what kind?

Not so much in the finer arts, if only because he has never been exposed to them. The most Kagi'ir has ever dabbled is crude attempts, and borderline insulting to fine arts as a whole; crushing berries and leaves to create colors and dragging fingers along parchment to "paint". Yes, the juice rotted a few days later.

If one does dare to educate him, don't let his complaints fool you—he's willing to learn! Good luck trying though...

21. Do they tend to get things done themselves, or do they rely on others?

His work is primarily done alone, but he will yield and ask for help if he realizes that he's bitten off more than he can chew.

Thank you for the ask prompt, @starscytheskies!

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Nymeia, 11

11. Do you think your character is lucky or unlucky? What do they think?

All things considered, yes; making a name for himself after losing everything, finding a stable means of income, being good at what he does, and being able to rest his head somewhere safe sounds pretty lucky in my book.

He, on the other hand, doesn't care much for luck and to be honest, it's due to ignorance more than anything else. On more than one occasion, he's gotten himself out of a sticky mess by the skin of his teeth and claimed it was based off his expertise—although sometimes skill alone doesn't save your life.

Thank you for the ask prompt, @gooeybrains!

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Because I stand Halone- also questions 1 and 3! Talk about your OC!

1. How protective is your character over their possessions and/or loved ones?

Material possessions and loved ones are hard to miss and equally hard to protect, as Kagi'ir didn't have the luxury of either category growing up. Obsessions, however; well, that's an entirely different story.

It doesn't take much, usually by someone or something encroaching upon the object of his latest obsession, to turn his demeanor hostile. He's gotten good at hiding it though, opting to hiss vulgarities between his teeth and threaten violence from a distance instead of actually brandishing his blade. Still, this doesn't work out for him as often as he would like, and gets him into more trouble than its worth. Maybe one day he'll learn to behave!

3. Is your character more defensive or offensive when in battle?

As the overused adage goes, offense is the best defense. If he sees an opening, he will take it no matter the consequence, even going so far as to instigate combat himself.

Thank you for allowing me to indulge in my OC once more, @lavender-hemlock!

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2. How stubborn is your character?

2. How stubborn is your character?

Oh... very. Trying to get Kagi'ir to do anything is painful but he'll give, eventually. You just have to know which buttons to push.

Thank you for the ask prompt, @lavender-hemlock!

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Respite at sundown.

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An unspoken oath of fealty.

with @lawofregression

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— Notes of a mercenary; on the topic of leisure.

One with heavily bloodstained hands should have no business in the art of something as delicate and intricate as flower arranging, yet it has become a form of silent meditation for the busybody mercenary. The process comes as a comfort to his heightened senses, and with how much time is spent dedicated to the craft, it is likely for him to set a full day aside to indulge in it—to disturb him during this time is to be met with one of his many sharp weapons. Threats aside, who knew the killer had an eye for beauty?

These crafted bouquets are never kept for himself as he has no need for them outside of the art of contemplation—they are left in common areas where his confidants are known to gather and, as far as gifts come, are never just for show. Medicinal herbs and elixirs are often hidden within since good health equates to good use, a mantra one well-versed in the art of battle should abide by.

Though as innocent as flower-picking and arranging comes, Kagi'ir is no stranger to dabbling with recreational substances, especially when life becomes a little too heavy to handle; he keeps a small bag of fogweed and a flask of ale in his pockets for these rare occasions. He doesn't partake often and he's more than comfortable with giving them away should he be requested to. 

Having his mind altered isn't a pleasant feeling, and as quickly as these substances affect his nervous system—much like traveling by way of aether—it has the tendency to make him incredibly sick. But at least it takes the edge off, if only for a short while.

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old meme but it's still good.

yep still good

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So, what do you wanna do, what's your point-of-view? There's a party soon, do you wanna go?

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— Notes of a mercenary; on the topic of camaraderie.

In order to garner the trust of someone so unreasonably suspicious of everything around him, all it takes is the exchange of equivalency—an eye for an eye, as it were.

As far as asking for help goes, one with such a stubborn mind would sooner hide somewhere secluded and tend to his wounds himself than be vulnerable; there are only two people that he would request if the situation ever turned dire.

One being his long-time friend, one of the very few he would consider family despite the difference in clan status. Thankfully, she is a healer by nature, and a proper good one at that.

Another is a being that he would begrudgingly admit a certain... fondness for as much as he would consider him his enemy. Perhaps even his equal, if he were feeling so bold to admit.

Hard-headed as ever, Red.