#c: seren morana

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There is a voidsent known to go by many names. Levarithi, the Empty One. But in many lives, it has become known that he prefers the name and face of Seren Morana, a duskwight entertainer. Whether it be circus, theater, exotic dancing, or singing, he is happy so long as he is on the stage, even if the stage is imaginary. When the mask is dropped, and voidal nature laid bare, he is Spades, and he will happily make a deal. What you need done will be done—only let him carry on in this realm, free to wander and make merry. So long as you are harmless, he is harmless. If you are not... Neither is he. And that goes double for any threat you pose to his innocent audience.

Spades is often found in Garlemald as a beloved center of the arts where his voidsent nature is more accepted. As latex first becomes available in this frigid land, he is the first to jump on the material as a form of fetish gear, and happily performs in the seedier parts of town. He's at the front of every new technological advancement released to the public, and his career as an exotic dancer has funded him well enough to afford his interest. As a lover of all things new and strange, he has a reputation as a wild but friendly figure, and is known to be incredibly warm to his fellow outcasts. His revolutionary political opinions aren't always popular, but he's gathered a following in past empires, and though he is peace loving, he's also always happy to topple any form of corruption. Darkness is chaos and change, after all, even if he does it with the best intention.

Periodically, he is known to deal with or against the Ascians, but has never been a big enough problem to kill for either side. His current alignment can be hard to predict, and he can be swayed back and forth depending on current happenings and personal conversations, as his empathetic nature leaves him vulnerable to such things.

(A short blurb on Seren Morana, my ffxiv au of my muse Spades found on @thekavseklabs. By default, he does not have any significant power in Garlemald yet. He can be with or against the ascians depending on interaction. Both sides consider him to be both reliable when he gives his word, and something to be wary of. He does have a verse where he moved south into Ishgard and has successfully begun assembling his own little army in the brume alongside Hilda and Iceheart. More verses open for discussion, as always!)

[windy-trickster]

Memories of The Past: Morana Vimura

TW: Gun violence, character death, manipulation

Morana stood alone in her kitchen, humming softly to herself as she chopped up some mushrooms for a little stew she was preparing. Having checked the mushrooms thoroughly, looking through her various notes onto how to prepare them, she was certain she'd make something wonderful for herself. It was normally always quiet where the Burgundy blood, rarely any noise from her other lowblood neighbors or even just the world around them. Quiet. Peaceful. Just how she liked it. The serenity in the silence, the calm amongst the chaos of the outside world. This was a good life, at least for her. She grabbed the ladle and gently blew on it, the savory aroma of mixed mushrooms and fresh herbs hit her nose, making her smile as she took a small sip from the utensil, humming softly in contemplation. Needed a little more rosemary, in her opinion. She rested her ladle on the counter before shuffling over to her spice rack, reaching for the bottle of rosemary. Knock knock. The Burgundy blood jumped a little at the noise, turning her head towards where the front door was. She adjusted her spiral glasses and quietly hurried over. She grabbed the doorknob and opened the dark oak door slightly, noticing a familiar leather jacket and dark blue sunglasses standing outside. “Ae↓her...? Wha↓ are you doing all ↓he way ou↓ here?” The Midnight blood smiled and gently knocked on the door with his knuckle, cooing softly at the lowblood. "I c a me to see my f a vorite little lowblood. C a n't I not do th a t, sweetpusher?" Morana blushed at the sweet words and giggled softly, grabbing one of her long ponytails in embarrassment. Oh how his words always seemed to make her melt on the spot. "You gonn a let me in, doll? Or a re y a gonn a let me freeze to de a th out here?" Morana moved aside and opened the door properly, letting the Midblood into her hive. Aether always made her bloodpusher skip a couple beats. He was so handsome, so charming and, to her at least, the definition of a bad boy with a heart of gold. She always felt safe around him, like nothing could hurt her. But sadly, her feelings would ultimately be the death of her. Aether hummed and turned to face the lowblood, smiling sweetly at her. He took her hand in his and pulled her close to his body. "You'd do a nything for me, wouldn't you, sweetpusher? You've a lw a ys been there when I needed you. So you'll do my a f a vor, ye a h?" Morana felt her cheeks burn with blush, nodding along as Aether spoke. Of course, she'd do anything for him! Why wouldn't she? Aether's always protected her, made her feel safe and sound in a world that was so big and scary. "Then close your eyes, de a r. I h a ve a surprise for you." Morana did as she was told. But her eyes weren't closed for long. They snapped open violently as she felt a sudden pain in her stomach, her hands clamping down over the bullet wound in her stomach. She looked up, her glasses now askew on her face. Aether was just smiling at her, his sign glowing brightly against his forehead. Morana hadn't realized she'd been under his control until this moment. All of those feelings for him, a simple fabrication forced upon her by someone who only needed her because she was too nice. She felt her warm body slowly grow colder and colder until she fell to the ground, bleeding out on her shaggy black carpet.

[rose-from-ashes]

[rose-from-ashes]

Dr. Cei nan Aldrich

Seren Morana

Vynathr Alria

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