#drk. am I right

[tovaicas]

postmortem.

any pronouns

[lucien-aventine]

Tank + Healer

[demigod-of-the-agni]

Forgive me, forgive me. I ask, I beg, I pray, but it never comes.

You know I find it incredibly bewildering to see just how much kalki reflects myself in him like YEAH Duh of course he does, he’s my little guy it’s like his full time job. But at the same time he is a fully functional facet of my being and he is at the mercy of my whimsies, and whatever he discovers in his arduous journey of self realisation is ultimately a reflection of what I discover in the real world. It’s also incredibly funny because ffxiv lore for dark knights is really baked into the idea of (re)discovering yourself amongst the bloodshed and continuing to live and love and thrive despite the world working against us. who would have thought such a raw message could come from an mmorpg side quest about edgy emo boys of all places

also adamantite armour of fending i would lay down my LIFE for u

variant + phone bg version + ID below the cut

tch as if you guys are actually going to use artwork of my little guy as your phone background. i know. how dumb. let a girl dream. i should make an alternate version but it's of Fray and Myste

[START ID: A picture with a red background focusing on the character's bust that is placed to the left of the image's centre. He is coloured with a dark blue overlay, contrasting with the red background. He has brown skin, long black hair that falls over his shoulders, and is wearing blue and gold armour and earrings. He is looking at the viewer, right eye dark brown and the left an glowing unnatural red, with an expression that looks determined and angry and yet bitter and forlorn. In the foreground and on the right side of the piece, a miniature version of the character stands coloured in a light blue overlay and wearing the same blue and gold armour, looking as if he is glowing. He is facing towards the left of the piece, or perhaps at the character bust, his expression unreadable. Above the miniature character's head is the symbol representing the FFXIV dark knight, coloured in gold. END ID.]

[acaciapines]

Please tell us abt the parallels :o

YEAH OKAY SO!!!!

in this au (and as i write ralsei in my canon always lol) the biggest thing that puts pressure on ralsei's life is the prophecy--it says a human, a monster, and a prince from the dark, and because it is a prophecy, and it is fate, is HAS to be true, and ralsei, as a darkner, a group of people who literally exist below the lightners, is charged with bringing this prophecy into fruition. she has spent her entire life ALONE, with nothing but this prophecy for comfort, saying that one day, ONE DAY, she'll get through this and she'll have friends. but yknow, that weighs on a person! its heavy and terrible and she has contorted herself to fit what fate tells her she must be.

and then for noelle, the big thing putting pressure on her? her dead siblings (dess and kris. kris isnt technically her sibling but yknow for ease of language thats what i use. also we know they arent dead but noelle and the rest dont). with their deaths means noelle is now the baby of the family, a family that is shaped by this great gaping grief noelle cannot comprehend, because when dess and kris died she was young enough she barely remembers them beyond like, maybe half-formed memories but she isnt sure if those are real or just what people have told her. shes expected to be grieving her dead siblings but really she just sort of. hates them a little bit. for going off and dying and now her mom and toriel are super overprotective of her, and she knows its her fault asriel never left to go to college and hasnt even left hometown, and its just. its rough.

so both noelle and ralsei have these Huge things that have defined their lives that neither of them want, but. too bad! WHICH LEADS TO EVEN MORE PARALLELS. slash foils lol.

because when it comes to the prophecy? noelle isnt supposed to be in it!!! while this au is sort of a roleswap in that noelle takes kris's place its not a roleswap in Any Other Way, which means, yeah, the prophecy is still supposed to be a human. and noelle, uh, isnt that! but she goes around and helps close dark worlds and is part of the delta warriors anyways, which is, for ralsei, this like, really scary point.

cause ralsei? adores noelle!! thats her best friend!!! ralsei doesnt know if she has a crush on noelle or wants to be noelle! noelle just does what she WANTS. she bucks against the pressures her family puts on her. she dives into the dark despite the fact that this world was never made for her. shes TRANS. shes a GIRL, and she can just DO THAT, and ralsei looks at her, and just. wants. in every sense of the word.

because noelle has all these things put on her like ralsei does--but noelle gets to slip out of them. noelle gets to be a person.

and ralsei, non-person, darkner: she doesnt.

she never will.

[fisherrprince]

started dark knight bc I hit the level cap and already I can see why everyone is like the writing for DRK is the best

[astrxealis]

sorry to ffxivlovepost always anyway Man the way the devs & game did so good in making an mc that is Basically a blank-slate for the players, and there's so many opportunities to make your oc However you like but. the game itself adds so much story and character to that blank-slate guy. amazing

[impossible-rat-babies]

i wanna take 14’s paladin and stick it ishgard and make them weird about halone

[ooc-miqojak]

Thank God. As a healer, I'm sick of these abilities. They're no good outside of working with people you know, because a pug tank will ALWAYS use this at the exact same time a healer uses a big healing ability (ask me how I know)...thus negating all the healing they just got as they drop themself to zero, and now I have no instant heal that heals them to basically full, when they flub this ability hard...because they panicked instead of letting me do my job and use a big heal which heals for more, the lower health a tank is. (Rare is the tank that uses this ability in the correct way and nails it in a pug.)

It's important to know what abilities a tank has at hand, as their healer, but it's equally important for a tank to know what their healer can do/is good at, and trust the healer to do that. You can tell pretty quickly, as a pug tank, if your healer is struggling to keep up when the pressure is on - keep your "self-harm-defensive" ready then, but... frankly, 8/10 times a tank uses one of these abilities in a pug, they don't seem to know how to use it right, and it just ends up frustrating. I have had ONE person use this kind of ability well this year, and was duly impressed. ( Shout out to the DRK tank I had once who is the only one I've ever seen use Living Dead super well, and practically on rotation.)

I don't hate this ability in like, a situation where I'm on voice or something and the tank can notify me as a healer, of what they're going to do... so we don't both use huge CDs at the same time that basically counteract each other.

Doing dong, the witch is dead, and all that!

HOW FUCKING DARE YOU. GIVE ME BACK MY MEME. THIS ISNT YOUR JOB ITS MINE GOD DAMN YOU.

[selfcontainedunivcrse]

making cvwoop into sonic continues to be a devastating character decision

[tritoch]

in general trying to write a fully canon-compliant wol, as i conceive it, is an interesting project because the wol's life involves such a staggering amount of direct interpersonal violence it is almost beyond comprehension. the only people in the real world who did anything comparable are like, certain executioners for totalitarian states, and that's obviously a very different form of violence.

and like obviously combat in FFXIV should not in any way be taken as a 1:1 with real world violence, not least because the game repeatedly points to the idea that combat can in some sense be a joyous and glorious form of personal expression (as with ravana, susano, zenos, etc.), which doesn't really square with the reality of doing violence. but to even begin to conceive of a character who's capable of doing what the WoL does from ARR on and trying to take it somewhat seriously means basically making an extremely detached killing machine, who's fine using those skills for any rando willing to call the hit they're hiring you for a "quest".

it ends up dovetailing really nicely with the games as written, though; you start ARR being like "i am an instrument of violence directed by others :)" and not talking much or ever registering your own thoughts on anything, because who cares? you're a violence-doing machine. and then one of your friends gets mind-controlled and you gotta fight a might-makes-right fascist and you meet multiple people who think you personally are a really cool person with inherent value in their own right just by being a person and it's like, hm. maybe there are other ways to live. and that parallels really nicely with DRK in HW, and then you and alphinaud deciding that you are tired of endless sacrifices in the name of progress and you are going to save estinien, and then the WoL getting to walk into stormblood having really consciously chosen this fight rather than letting someone else choose for them.

obviously there are a lot of stories you can tell with your WoL but to me this is a big part of why my approach to it necessarily revolves primarily around violence and regret. you spend the core game and two expansions becoming a terrible angel of death and then get teleported to another world where you learn that some people literally consider you a psychopomp who escorts the dead to their final rests. then in the next expansion you meet someone who was unfortunate enough to be on the other end of things during your implacable killing machine days. THEN you accidentally cause the flower that symbolizes grief to be invented. the wol's whole life is haunted by overwhelming grief (mostly that of other people) and terrible violence (mostly their own).

[lavampira]

wip whenever

tagged by @redwayfarers @impossible-rat-babies @coldshrugs earlier this week so I scrounged up some of the sidalia wip to microdose on making progress by sharing bits of it <: and I’ll tag @hythlodaes @birues @scionshtola @hylfystt @gwynbleidd @carlosoliveiraa @sirotras @ghostwise @queenofthieves @creaking-skull @perpetuagf @kirnet @aphoticfairy @oh-yeah-no @yloiseconeillants if anyone has things to share!!

[parent death tw + spoilers for ffxiv heavensward and drk 60-70 quests]

The last hazy flickers of light filter through the cabin windows with the sun dipping below the Tailfeather horizon, leaving the need for the lit lantern to see as they work. D’alia glances across the wobbly square table at the concentrating children while their small, nimble fingers slowly attempt to weave twine into braided cords, so intent on turning them into bracelets under her instruction. ‘Twas meant to be a simple task to occupy them quietly before bed and recover from the day, but she had underestimated the competitive streak between them.

“Does it go this way?” Rielle asks, showing her efforts with a pinched brow.

“Not quite.” D’alia reaches across the table to adjust the girl’s fingers, still holding onto the colorful strands, and guides her through the step with a gentle hand. “Think of it like braiding hair, if it helps.”

Myste snickers as he watches over Rielle’s shoulder. Her blonde head snaps to him, and she sticks out her tongue, which he readily mimics before the pair descend into a fit of youthful giggles. D’alia allows a small smile to grace her lips as she continues to braid her own cord. After how despondent that Myste had grown in his latest failed endeavor, she will gladly take the improvement.

Rielle faces her again as they settle. “When did you learn to make these?”

“As a child—”

“A member of her tribe taught her after her parents died,” Myste interrupts, ignoring the sharp glance Rielle sends him to meet D’alia’s gaze as she stills. ‘Twas not a question, she notes curiously, but before she can comment on it, he adds, “Am I right?”

After a moment, D’alia simply mutters, “Aye.”

“You miss them.”

Yet another statement, wrenched from the confines of her heart. Her eyes seek Sidurgu still seated on a wooden chair by the door. He remains hunched over his sword in his ministrations to oil the blade, but his gaze is already on her beneath the flop of silvery fringe over his forehead. She can’t read his expression in the dim light, and he says naught of it, though he’s scarcely said much since his resigned suggestion to stay in the village a while longer in order to assuage Myste once the dust had settled.

“I do, but I’ve also made my peace with my past,” D’alia finally says, turning back to the children. No longer in the mood to braid cords, she slides her unfinished bracelet to Rielle, offering a tight smile as she rises to her feet. “Since you’re getting the hang of these, would you mind if I leave mine in your capable hands so I can draw a bath?”

The young girl beams. “I don’t mind.”

D’alia pats her cheek with a gentle palm before tucking a tendril of hair behind her pointed ear. She leaves the children to their task, knowing Sidurgu will mind them in her absence as he has in her weeks away from them, and she tries not to dwell on the guilt of it. Instead, she leans on the desperation to soothe the fresh ache in her muscles and cleanse the remaining sweat and grime from her body and follows the hall in search of the bath.

‘Tis a rather small cabin, but far more than she had expected upon requesting to stay in the village, complete with two rooms to sleep, a cramped room to wash, and an even tinier kitchen in comparison to the rows of cots and bunks that she remembered from not so long ago. Marcechamp had insisted for the one who’d helped to achieve Ysayle’s vision and her companions, though not without eyeing Sidurgu’s glowering form and the quiet elezen children behind her warily as she’d forced a smile and thanked him for the generosity through her tightening throat.

For as much as she claims to have made her peace with her past, it still has a way of haunting her every move. She can at least think of the tribe that her adoptive parent and she had left behind for the safety of Revenant’s Toll’s walls without the roiling guilt and loss that threatens to pull her under its murkiness these days.

She doesn’t know when she can say the same of Ysayle.

Or Haurchefant.

[acaciapines]

thinking about her again (drk) specific flavor of today is noelle&poinsettia&the red soul, cause im still trying to figure out exactly how i want to introduce all of them haha....for the MOST part i think i know where im going (poinsettia is gonna be SO FUN yall are not READY for it) but that means i just wanna start writing RIGHT NOW even tho im mid-other-project and too tired to write kgjdfkg holidays youre my only hope holidays please i wanna start drk so bad.

to conclude: noelle <3 ive written like hundreds of thousands of words about kris and i am SO. EXCITED. for noelle to take the spotlight. noelle i love you. if you want to hear about noelle send me asks about the drkau--

[alicelufenia]

A few haphazard post-MSQ thoughts for Dawntrail

okay first of all fuck Zoraal Ja loved your trial

Dawntrail in general makes me want to go back and actually finish FFIX, and part of that is also to actually find out more about Kuja's deal. I was in vc with my static over DT ending and my co-tank pointed out Zoraal Ja's whole arc is a dead wringer for Kuja. Which makes sense based on the wiki summary I found. I just also dreaded the possibility of people comparing him more to Zenos, which thankfully, I haven't actually seen much of. But then I'm not on Twitter, and only just started exploring the tags, so maybe that take is out there. Sorry but as a dedicated Zenos Fucker I still don't see it XD not every violent man with daddy issues is a Zenos.

Speaking of daddies, it's a genuine accomplishment for Dawntrail to bring us both the BEST and WORST dads in the game. Congrats Gaius your seat at the bottom has been taken, but Man did Zoraal have to earn it.

Just one little issue. WHO IS GULOOL JA'S MOM??

I cannot believe this wasn't even at least questioned at any point, they put more words towards reasoning how he must be Zoraal's kid cause of his coloring but didn't question who his mother could be? Especially with Sphene the LITERAL QUEEN right there looking AWKWARD AS HELL when he's brought up.

My guess is this will be explored in the patches, but good GOD you thought FFXIV was shitty with its female characters, Gulool's mom wasn't even a character! Legit negative for me and any further storyline is just going to make me question why it wasn't relevant earlier.

However to shift tracks to GOOD female characters, I freakin' love Wuk Lamat! I love her design her facial expressions her voice good god her VOICE, I love her goals and how she tries to relate to her enemies but will not hold back but also won't sacrifice others to get what she wants.

I know she's every shonen protagonist rolled into an orange tabby, and that's great! They didn't stumble once with her as far as I'm concerned.

I'm probably gonna have to devote a whole other post to thoughts about Sphene and the Twelfth(?) reflection's fate. I appreciate that the stakes have been simultaneously scaled back but also shifted, I guess sideways would be the best description?

I find it interesting that the main threat is very similar to in Endwalker-that of moving on from dead end ways of living. But while Endwalker was finding a reason to go on living, Dawntrail is about finding peace with death. Cause you need both to live a happy life, and to have a society that doesn't eat itself, or everything around it.

Also a quick comment on msq-appropriate jobs; obviously any job is great, but I feel really good about sticking with both Dark Knight and Viper throughout. Viper in particular, for having both its roots in the main setting, and its capstone ability Reawaken has you call upon the memories of your hunter forbears, a kind of healthier version of the regulators' soul consumption ability. And Dark Knight is just my WoL's canon job, but also her self-styled title comes from DRK's quest title The Boundless Dark. So I HAD to finish the expansion as The Boundless Queen standing against The Queen Eternal.

Unfortunately, the Neo-Ishgardian Top didn't get the texture upgrade, so it clashes a bit too much. I'm gonna have to work out a good glam, but am using the Fallen set plus pieces of the Neo Kingdom Fending set as I get them.

Viper on the other hand, is perfect as it is and I love it. I don't even have to finish the role quests except for completeness. Look at the worn folds in the leather!

Anyway those are my current thoughts, I've only since unlocked Expert roulette and will start the normal raids later tonight, and then level crafters this weekend. Time to do the mmo bit!

Edit: Also the raid series is gonna be perfect for Alice. "Time to honor the memory of your queen! With Bloodsport! Let's go Zenos!" *Shinryu minion squealing sounds*

[astrxealis]

the character development of so many ffxiv characters mean so much to me :((

[heavy-swing]

FFXIV Write 2024 - Prompt #23 - On Cloud Nine

Content Warnings: None.

Spoiler Warnings: Characters from the 50-60 DRK quests, but no real story beats mentioned.

Summary: Sidurgu Orl should be more upset that this other Dark Knight seems to better at taking care of both him and Rielle than he is, but unfortunately he's too tired to be mad.

Check it out below or on Ao3:

“You look like shit, Sid.”

Aelita stood around a small table opposite the dark knight while Rielle sat beside the fire, warming herself up.

“You’re looking lovely too, Aelita. Thanks.” Sid glared daggers at her– or he would have, if it wasn’t so obvious that he was exhausted.

“That’s lovely of you to say, but sweet talking isn’t going to get you out of this one, mister!” She dropped the performatively cheery tone. “Seriously, Sid. You look like you haven’t slept in a week.” He closed his eyes and hung his head for a moment, before opening them again. “You have slept during the last week, right?”

“I guess, though it hardly feels restful, having to watch our backs. I’ve tried to find places out of the way of the usual patrols, but… well they’re no inn room, I’ll tell you that.”

The words sparked something in Aelita’s brain, and she glanced over to the counter.

“I’ve got an idea. I’ll be right back,” she said, fishing for her coinpurse on her belt as she zigzagged through to the tables to the bar itself, where the innkeeper stood.

She walked back over to the table, the confident smile of a person for whom everything had gone according to plan all over her face.

Sidurgu watched in confusion as Aelita and the innkeeper exchanged words and then coins, all while Rielle remained entranced by the fire. The innkeep made a mark in a large book, and then turned it to Aelita to sign. She scribbled something down with a flourish, and then set the pen down, opening her other palm to receive what looked like a key. Surely, she didn’t just…

“I know you’re not one to try and stay in one place for too long, but I got us a room here for the night. It’s the fanciest one they’ve got, and–” She stuck out a finger to preemptively halt his incoming complaints. “--before you ask, I have the word of both Bamponcet and Gibrillont himself that they will turn any Temple Knights away, should they come investigating, and the room is under my name alone with a listed occupancy of one.”

His half-open mouth quickly closed. It’s nice that she’s gotten the importance of covering our tracks, but… am I really that easy to read? He shook the thought out of his head. Surely not, I’m just tired is all.

“Sure, I can do that,” she replied, starting towards the fireplace.

“All right, we’ll stay the night. I’ll get our things together, if you can wrangle Rielle.”

Sid watched again from a distance as Aelita knelt down to Rielle’s level to give her the good news, which was quickly followed by her hoisting the girl onto her shoulder and carrying her towards the inn rooms. He forced himself to stop staring and gathered their bags together so he could catch up to the hrothgar woman who definitely did not make him envious.

–

“All of this is for us?” Rielle exclaimed, sounding genuinely a bit stunned.

“All for you, my lady,” Aelita said in a faux-posh accent, doing her best impression of a butler as she held open the door. Rielle immediately ran towards one of the two beds, leaping onto the down-filled mattress with a laugh, while Sid brought the last of their bags in and set them on the floor against one of the walls. “And for you, brave ser knight, a bed to call your own!” Aelita gestured to the remaining unclaimed bed, making sure to keep up the accent.

It was Sid’s turn to look surprised. “Then where will you sleep, Miss Aelita?” Rielle chimed in, seemingly taking the words right out of Sid’s mouth. 

“If it would please the lady, I would be happy to serve as both a confidant and an additional pillow, so that you might share any scandalous rumors about our brave knight in exquisite luxury.” Aelita punctuated her offer with a bow deep enough that Sid rolled his eyes. 

“An Aelita pillow sounds good to me,” Rielle replied, patting the bed beside her.

“As you wish, my lady.” Aelita quickly removed her boots, pants and overcoat, leaving just a long tunic as nightclothes. She then obliged Rielle’s request and joined her on the bed, watching as Sid did the same. He’d only just managed to get out of his armor before Aelita watched him practically collapse into his own bed, and before long a faint snore could be heard from the other side of the room.

“Does he always snore like that?” Aelita asked, pointing to Sid’s sleeping form with her thumb.

“Yep, most nights.”

“Oh, you poor, poor girl,” Aelita replied, as melodramatically as she could manage. “At least tonight you’ve got a whole room between you.” She then laid herself down on the bed, placing a pillow behind her head for support and arranging the remaining pillows and blankets to create a ‘nest’ for Rielle. Aelita patted the empty spot, beckoning the girl over. “C’mere, I’ve got the perfect spot with your name on it.”

Rielle was quick to oblige, nestling in perfectly to the space Aelita had made. 

“Now this is the part where we get to share rumors and stories– but we gotta be quiet so Sid doesn’t hear, all right?” Rielle nodded.

“You go first, I gotta think!” Rielle whispered pointedly, clearly racking her brain for something interesting to share.

“Okay, I’ll tell you a story while you think it over.” Aelita cleared her throat, trying to keep it somewhat quiet, even though she knew Sid was likely sleeping like a stone. “This one is about a warrior that fought a giant sea monster with only an axe and the help of their friends.”

“Oh, like the axe you use sometimes, miss Aelita?”

“Axe-actly like that,” she replied, grinning at her own pun, which had Rielle giggling to herself. “Now you gotta listen, cause this is a serious story, I promise…” 

The two of them stayed up a good long while after that, trading tales of derring-do for ones of a knight with his heart in the right place, even if he didn’t always understand his young charge. Halfway through a story about a fierce battle with some imperial soldiers in one of the Castra, Aelita noticed that Rielle had fallen asleep right where her shoulder met her chest, so she gently pulled the blanket over the sleeping girl, careful not to wake her. As Aelita reached over to extinguish the lamp on the bedside table, a smile crossed her face, borne from the satisfaction of being able to give Sid and Rielle a bit of Cloud Nine, even if only for a night.

[fromtheladiesoflight]

Ladies' Profile: Khoride Borlaaq

Name: Khoride [Koh-reed-ay] of the Borlaaq (Ride [reed-ay] is an acceptable nickname, though only very close friends or cute women get away with making the "ride" pun.)

Pronouns: she/her (her relationship to womanhood is complex, but boils down to "yes, I am a woman")

Age: 31 (as of Patch 6.55, The Coming Dawn, born April 15/16th Sun of the 2nd Umbral Moon in the year preceding Mirita's birth.)

Origin: Xaela Au Ra

Clan: Borlaaq

Family members: Gorbeljin (mother), Berude (oldest sister), Orgelen and Orbei (older twin sisters), Khorijin Borlaaq (twin sister...But It's Complicated), Ystride Borlain (sister-by-choice...it's Also Complicated)

Height: 190.2 cm/6’2”

Preferred professions: RPR, BLM, DRK

Aetheric alignment: Astral fire

(Dark Knight questline & MSQ story spoilers from Heavensward forward follow from here. You have been warned.)

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Unlike her older twin Khorijin, Khoride's origins are not quite so mundane as to simply be born to Gorbeljin. Though her mother was not cruel to Khorijin--far from it, in fact--the stresses of growing up with the domineering, insecure Berude as a older sister in the face of Gorbeljin's mild unpopularity within the clan Borlaaq and strong dislike outside of it planted a seed of discontent in Khorijin, a side of her where all the feelings she repressed nourished and fed a voice within her. Coming to Eorzea only fed said voice all the more; learning of Gridania's racism towards Duskwights and only barely managing to save Foulques from a grisly fall and fate, the slaughter at the Waking Sands, Mirita being falsely accursed of killing Nanamo ul Namo, and the dispersal of the Scions each contributed in their own way, feeding and nourishing Khoride within Khorijin, but leaving her as a voice without a right to control the body she shared.

Then, a chance discovery in the Brume granted Khorijin the power of the Dark Knight--and let Khoride finally speak her truth for the first time. In so doing, Khoride would both steer Khorijin down the path of the Dark Knight in the guise and name of "Fray", and then at nights whilst in Ishgard use Khorijin's body to further pursue blunt justice with the blade as the Void-Blue Dark Knight, savior to the common Ishgardian, protector of Brumelings, and bloody, terrifying nightmare to the corrupt clergy and nobility. Eventually, however, Khorijin would confront "Fray", and ultimately subdued her twin by force of arms; "Fray" herself simply fell into slumber before briefly rising to help Khorijin confront "Myste" in the wake of Garlemald's expulsion from Ala Mhigo and Doma.

Afterward, as Mirita, Khorijin, and Rija all managed to travel to the First in pursuit of the mysterious call that drew them there and knocked the Scions unconscious, "Fray" reappeared to them in full in Norvrandt, now taking the name "Khoride" as a merger of Khorijin's own name and Berude's, and manifesting the ability to properly inhabit her own body through sheer force of will and careful application of a prototypical "Living Shadow" technique before eventually finding a way to anchor herself into a somewhat malleable but less temporary form.

By most appearances, Khoride appears to most as an “evil” Khorijin, with dark lipstick, eyeshadow, and a low, husky voice, but she is not so much evil as she is the full manifestation of the boiling wrath and emotions that Khorijin repressed for so long, and even now that Khorijin expresses much less openly. The most "dangerous" aspects of her behavior have been shaved away by time and maturity, but this still leaves a woman who gladly flaunts her strength, loves to fight, and is openly more sexual and domineering than Khorijin is, titling herself as a Devil Goddess as a mark of unabashed pride and pure domination over Vauthry, who proclaimed himself a god. However, for all her surface-level hedonism, bloodlust, crassness, and devil-may-care attitude, she is still very much like Khorijin where it matters--loving and caring towards those she holds dear, a fervent defender of the weak and downtrodden, and a fierce believer in justice even if if must be meted out by ones own hand.

Khoride is much like Khorijin in how she fights, but is far more heedless and reckless in certain aspects. While she is not careless in her actions, there is very clearly a bloodthirsty rush that she finds in fighting, and she will often tank powerful blows when she can get away with it, rarely fazed by the pain or power. When she closes, she most often slashes or burns, often channeling a Reaper's shroud to empower her blows or her spells and supplementing many of her physical attacks with flames. When she is fully ready to unleash her wrath, she is more than capable of unleashing Triplecast spells and physical attacks in tandem as either a Reaper or a Dark Knight, turning her into a brazen reflection of Khorijin's skills as a Red Mage.