#ahru hiraeth

[ishgard]

MiqoMarch Day 1: Introduction

[dravania]

It's so long I'm sorry but I had fun. This is fairly shortly after Ultima Thule, after a brief recovery period in Sharlayan, and then a bit longer at the Rising Stones. Anyway Zenos is on a leash-of-sorts yet his smug aura mocks Ahru and she is suffering.

Also an important author's note and insight into Ahru's head, just read it in the "it was at this moment he knew he fucked up" voice.

[ishgard]

Pretty decent. In my extremely outdated headcanon for the lull before HW released she had to disguise herself to head back into Ul'dah, which Yugiri helped her with. From renowned punch enthusiast (and at the time magically inept) WoL to Fhirinn Veior, a scholar with the Sons of Saint Coinach who has no known affiliation with the Scions.

Does your WoL have a better disguise than Nanamo?

[nini-dirthara-lothlenanas]

Sooo, I heard AU time? =w=b @ishgard @voidsentprinces @kael-haustefort-xiv @kyrie-silverwings [thats what happens when you don’t sleep, but I love it x.x]

[whitherliliesbloom]

M-m-mom... ft @ishgard​

[elympion]

[fheythfully]

Trust NPC // Lia Alexandrivna

Selection: “Well, what are we waiting for?”

Job: RDM (DPS)

Weapons: rapier, well-loved

AI Behavior: Will tag along behind the party, but is quick to jump into combat. Prefers to remain apart from other party members, but will rush in to assist and cure where needed. Will stand in the AOEs until the last second. Fond of backflips. If certain party members are around (such as Ahru Hiraeth @ishgard or Alannah Corvaine @alannah-corvaine), she will appear much more friendly and casual even to the others present. 

Battle Lines:

“...” - Starting Attack Line “Pay attention now!” - Using Specialty Skills, Variation 1 “And that’s how it’s done.” - Using Specialty Skills, Variation 2 “Stay with me, now!” - Assisting an ally

Limit Break:

• “Eyes on me!” - Using Limit Break 1 • “Oh, now you’ve made me angry...” - Using Limit Break 2 • “That is enough!” - Using Limit Break 3

KO’d:

• “You’ve got to be kidding me...” - Variation 1 • “...Mother...” - Variation 2

Revived:

• “Bloody hells that hurt...” - Variation 1 • “Thank you kindly.” - Variation 2

BONUS: If the party has been out of combat long enough, she may be found walking while reading a book pulled out of her satchel. Alternatively, she may go missing for short amounts of time if distracted by something that’s caught her attention. Will always come back, so no need to worry.

tagged by: @vysaldhe thank you!

tagging: @ishgard @alannah-corvaine @keeperofthelilacs @everybodylivesau @sleepsfuriously @necrologos @ahlis-xiv @aethernoise and you!

[hiraethr]

Ahru Hiraeth;; LFRP

THE BASICS ––– –

Age: 32 Birthday:  21st Sun of the 4th Astral Moon Race: Miqo’te - Half-Seeker, Half-Keeper Gender: Female Sexuality: Bisexual Marital Status: Open (Multi-verse)

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE ––– –

Hair: Usually worn short for ease, though when it gets longer she tends to pull it back in a simple ponytail. Pale blond at birth, a recent incident turned it nearly pure-white, save for a few remaining pale wisps of gold. Eyes: Blue at birth, similarly, an incident ‘claimed’ her right eye. Beneath the eyepatch she often wears it is now pale gold. Height: 5′1″ Build: Slightly on the petite/lithe side, with athletic toning - her appearance belies her borderline unnatural strength. (Her ears are a bit more on the wolfish side, with her tail being particularly long and luxurious - taking care of it is one of her few noteworthy points of pride and pampering.) Distinguishing Marks: Many. An old faded scar on her lower left cheek, another slightly more recent dashed across the bridge of her nose. The gold right eye - more to those who have known her for a greater length of time as being particularly distinguishing. Light, faded scars and marks of lesser wounds adorn the whole of her body at almost any given time, but most noticeable are the two large scars almost criss-crossing her chest. The first, from her left shoulder down over her left breast is considerably lightened, but the other, from her right shoulder nearly down past her stomach still appears quite gastly. Lichtenberg marks dance down her right arm, and burn wounds down the right side of her waist and thigh. Two old ceruleum-burnt bullet wounds mark her lower right abdomen and upper left chest, the latter exiting through the back. Time-faded, singed scars marked by claws carve down her back, and a thin almost benign-looking scar curves across her lower spine. (There are a number of more innocuous scars here and there but the listed are the ones with stories.) Common Accessories: Punching gloves - she doesn’t generally wear much in the way of jewelry or the like.

PERSONAL ––– –

Profession: Adventurer, "Warrior of Light", Bard Hobbies: Reading, fishing, traveling, studying (language, history, and the void are some of her favored topics). Languages: Eorzean Common, Ascian, some Hingan, the Hiraeth tongue. Residence: Private quarters at the Rising Stones, a private apartment in the Goblet. Birthplace: Hyr'asra - the Hiraeth village in a secluded wood said to be in the northernmost reaches of the Shroud called Fier'vanha. Religion: N/A Patron Deity: 'Oschon', but most among the Hiraeth 'revere' Arshadaya. Fears: Failure, losing her friends & family, having no choice or control over her own path or future. In a similar vein, she has trouble sleeping for fear of nightmares, and eating/drinking in public for poisoning. 

RELATIONSHIPS ––– -

Spouse: N/A Children: N/A Parents: Ahnia Hiraeth (mother), X'rahl sas Corvellus (father) Siblings: Nia Hiraeth (twin brother), Fianah Hiraeth (younger half-sister) Other Relatives: X’rhun Tia (uncle - not required for interactions), X’vhel Tia (exact relation unknown, they generally refer to each others as cousins) Pets: Mochi, an old (but surprisingly spritely) fat cat who is regularly found prowling around the Rising Stones. Caesar, a stray Garlean wolf pup she saved from coeurls in La Noscea - he has since gotten fairly large. 

TRAITS ––– -

* Bold your character’s answer.

Extroverted / In Between / Introverted Disorganized / In Between / Organized Close Minded / In Between / Open Minded Calm / In Between / Anxious Disagreeable / In Between / Agreeable Cautious / In Between / Reckless Patient / In Between /  Impatient Outspoken / In Between / Reserved Leader / In Between / Follower Empathetic / In Between / Apathetic Optimistic / In Between / Pessimistic Traditional / In Between / Modern Hard-working / In Between / Lazy Cultured / In Between / Uncultured Loyal / In Between / Disloyal Faithful / In Between / Unfaithful

ADDITIONAL INFORMATION ––– –

Smoking Habit:  The occasional cigar, but it's far from common or habit. Usually in company that also partakes. Drugs: Used to smoke Somnus post-Calamity, has been clean for five years and has no desire to use again... no matter how bad the insomnia or night terrors are. Alcohol: She used to have very high tolerance and drank quite frequently, but no more.

RP HOOKS ––– –

Warrior of Light: Who hasn't heard of her? Canon faithful with some small variations. Need an eikon put down? An army routed? An item of absolutely no consequence fetched? She’s your lady! Storied Adventurer: Even if there are folks who don't recognize her as the realms savior, many among the adventurers guild have heard tales of the well-traveled miqo’te lass. If you've got the right connections, you just might be able to hire her. Bewitching Bard: Those who know her among the Scions and the Adventurer’s Guild likely also know of her talents as a bard, but she’s also keen on keeping her identity as a Scion and Warrior of Light more on the hush-hush side when she’s singing in taverns or telling tales at hunters camps. Her songs are said to fortify the spirit and uplift the hearts of those who hear her, even bordering on having outright restorative effects. She often goes to various encampments to bolster morale. Ascian Influence: Her clan was founded by an exiled Ascian, Arshadaya, now enemy to his own kind - though with a multitude of questionable aims himself. While not entirely, his presence has long had its effect on the Hiraeth bloodline and the magics they use. This is not something most anyone would know without discussing it with her (or me!) - unless possibly they themselves were Ascian or were inclined to be more sensitive towards such influences and energies. This would be most apparent in her white magic, which is of Amdapori descent handed down by Arshadaya through her ancestors.

CONTACT INFORMATION  ––– –

Tumblr primarily, but if we've RPed as mutuals for a while I'm more inclined to share my discord. 

[ishgard]

This has been sitting in drafts for ages waiting for me to write up the accompanying drabble but seeing as that's just not happening, time to post it. 😂

[ishgard]

in Your darkest dreams You will find Me...

[ishgard]

MiqoMarch Day 6: Road

♫ Adriana Figueroa - 'Wanderer's Lullaby'

[ishgard]

MiqoMarch Day 9: Flower

[ishgard]

the counter cute to that other post

bonus:

[ishgard]

prayers - pt 2

It's been days since she last slept, more since she slept well. The Echo curls into her unconsciousness, ruthlessly replaying distorted images of the attack on the Waking Sands. She hears the Imperial soldiers calling for her, she hears her friends and comrades screaming.

At this point she'd try just about anything. Exhausted as she is she can't even bring herself to feel let down when the skies darken and rain answers her paltry prayers. Just one sleep, one sleep without hearing them screaming.

As her consciousness drifts helplessly into darkness, the only thing she can hear is the gentle rain and distant thunder.

[ishgard]

prayers - pt 1

"Hey, Oschon... Wherever this ship is going, can it be..." Her words trail off, as lost and adrift as she is. Her head swims with fever, and the pain in her body abandons her one moment, only to seize her fiercely when she comes close to falling unconscious.

'Better'. Can wherever this ship is going be somewhere better? The words are a tiny whisper in her heart. A hope she can't bring herself to speak. Surely there is no such place.

[ishgard]

Youthful dreams were nearly crushed by the Calamity and its aftermath. Yet something about that sight -one she'd seen countless times before- stirred something in her. A gentle breeze tousled her hair, and kindled those dying embers in her heart.

She was going to tell Valtelierre it was over. No more somnus, no more shady back alley deals. She was going to join the Adventurer's Guild.