#ff14 oc lore

[asteriasfallingstarsandtears]

Obviously XIV gives us a point of reference for character clothing through the use of glamours. However, beyond that, how does your character dress? Are their fabrics they prefer (cotton over wool, satin, silk, etc), do they tailor their clothes a certain way or do they tend to dress in certain colours? Is fashion and clothing something they care about, or is it more for function? Do they know how to repair their clothes if they get holes? What about things like shoes and accessories?

Thanks for the question! I love answering stuff like this about Mina and Theia!

General:

It ultimately depends on where she is. She grew up in Garlemald so she is most likely wearing lighter clothing than everyone else weather wise, but she's also rather insistent on wearing some sort of armour where she can.

Cotton wouldn't have been part of her standard clothing before she was twenty, since it is not good for cold weather, wool was probably something she wore often under her armour and jackets.

When she ended up in Eorzea she had the nightmare of adapting to hot and temperate weather and often wore as light clothing as she could safely get away with.

In her adventures she is always wearing some form of light armour, likely leather or cermet plate (this is a real material used in body armour!) once Cid is able to get it imported/recovered, enough to protect her from basic injury but not too heavy she can't move freely.

Places she can't or doesn't need armour:

She does have a soft spot for dresses, they're usually too impractical for her to wear though. The softer the material the happier she is, because she likes to pet it, so velvet and silk are her favourite indulgences that she rarely allows herself to have. Usually these fabrics are saved for state events she's been forced to go to due to Scion business.

Shoes: a good pair of leather boots are her favorite, something made to fit her foot and able to withstand a lot of travel and be comfortable. If it has a sole that is grippy for uneven terrain and support for her ankles, she's pretty happy. Think a construction work boot.

Accessories and little things about her:

She always wears a flower clip in her hair, she knows it's impractical, but her hair is one of the few indulgences she lets herself keep.

She also likes braids and plaits and learned how to do them. The gyr abanian plait was her standard hair style up until recently, briefly used Lyse's hair style and settled on Durante's going forward. She also dyes the blond parts of her hair green since arriving in Eorzea, much to a certain character's irritation later.

She always wears a single earring in places where it's warm, she removed them and most jewelry when she journeyed to cold regions such as Coerthas and Garlemald, to prevent frostbite. After Heavensward she wears a ring on her ring finger, the one she would have received from Haurchefant if things had gone differently and a necklace with two small crystals, a dark aspected one from Lahabrea and a ice aspected one from Ysayle. She also has a ring on that necklace after Shadowbringers from Emet-selch, which was something she had made him as Azem.

Can she fix her own clothes? Yes, it may not look fantastic on the inside, but it will be fully functional. She did get better at it from pre-ARR to Endwalker, Tataru got annoyed and sat her down and made her learn proper mending.

Colours: Mostly shades of green where she can. She has a few outfits in blue and reds, but she primarily wears green where she can. Tataru once again said she couldn't have every item be green and started making her wear other colours.

[mrlarkstin]

Homecoming

[mezumasa]

I love you stupid visual kei man obsessed with fish that lives in my head

(aka Muki, my wol) ♱ twitter

[flamebunnyy]

Observations of the people of Limsa Lominsa: The Arcanists in Action.

[soulshards]

Cast away unto the tide; Don't wanna hesitate

[koijikido]

The flute of Skatay Range 🎶❄️

[neighawolf]

Rornir was having a bit of a day (so was I). Hugs are the best remedy to any ailment. He's so incredibly thankful for his spouse and his amasingly caring in-laws. He forgot what it was to have a family, or at least one that isn't a criminal syndicate. He's still in awe and so thankful to finally have a family.

[curepixie]

🧬

metamorphosis

[tovaicas]

↳ ꜰꜰxɪᴠ — ʀᴏᴜᴠᴀꜱᴛʀᴇ ᴅᴇ ʟᴇᴜᴠᴇᴄʜɪᴇʀ ⇄ ᴇꜱᴛᴇᴇᴍ

Today, tomorrow — forever on, from one war to the next. Have you ever wondered when our war ends? Does it even matter? Were we not meant to be nothing but weapons from the day we were born, our edges kept sharp and bloody when needed and hung up and set aside like good, obedient little soldiers when not?

(Steel Temper! Heavensbreaker! The Warrior of Light! Our Weapon of Light!)

Look in the mirror. Do you still feel him crawling up your spine, setting within your bone? Do you feel it gnawing at the edge of your soul? Feel the blood in your fingers again. Remember your purpose. Remember the grind of the bone beneath your fist. Remember. Remember. Remember. Stare into my eyes and REMEMBER.

(Even now, you continue to deny it. Well. Deny me all you want. You cannot deny what we have done.)

You feel it, don’t you? There’s no point to hiding it. I know you. Feel the furious pulse of hot blood in your head. Feel it in your teeth. Feel it in your throat. Feel it in your heart. Feel my hand on yours, cloak it in scale, and grind it deep into where it needs to be. Again, and then again. One broken shield exchanged for another. It’s never enough. It will never be enough.

(Or you could beat every single one of them to death with your bare hands. You would like that, wouldn’t you?)

But you know as well as we — that it was never the Eye.

(I knew you would.)

It was always just you.

[mist-touchedxiv]

Chapter 1

A warm wind blew across the plain, a welcome touch in the desert of Thanalan. However, it didn't provide any relief to the Hyur man who was being harassed by a group of bandits.

A solid kick to his stomach caused him to gasp as the wind was driven from his lungs.

"Ye gotta lotta nerve taking a drink from OUR well, scum," purred the cruel Mi'qote woman perched on the stone lip of the well in question. The rag tag group of intimidating men and women growled in agreement. A couple of bandits roughly picked up the man by each arm, one forcefully raised his chin so he could look the leader in the eyes.

"P-please..." the man wheezed weakly as the hot dry air began to fill his lungs again. "Th-this... well is the closest.... water source.... f-for my village... We don't have much-"

One of the bandits started to dramatically boo-hoo, a poor mummer's farce of the man's dilemma.

"Oy! I keep telling ye, ye need to do comedy," squawked another bandits delightedly, the others roared with laughter in agreement.

The bandit leader lazily stretched and crossed her legs on her perch. "Just consider us members of the community who are guarding the well. We have to make our vittles too. How about... 10,000 gil a moon? We'll also take other goods and sundries if you can't afford the coin."

"Th-that's impossible," sputtered the Hyur man. "We're only a small mining town! W-we can't meet that deman-" Stars exploded across the man's vision as the Mi'qote leader slapped him across the face.

As the pain and stars receded, the Hyur numbly noticed something strange behind the bandits. The sound of a loud slurp startled the leader who hopped with incredible alacrity off the well wall with a hiss. Somehow a tall man dressed in blue Doman clothing in a large straw hat had managed to approach the group unseen in the open wasteland. The assembled group couldn't help but stare nonplussed as the stranger took another deep slurp of the cool water from the well. Next to him, a thin long package wrapped in canvas rested against the well.

For a moment, a stunned silence filled the air, punctuated only by the breeze and the squeaking of the windmill that drew the life-giving water in the well. And the stranger's noisy drinking.

"O-oy! Who the hells is this git," barked the wannabe mummer, breaking the silence after a long beat. The gang's attention was now on the newcomer and they were feeling very tense.

The stranger wiped ran his thumb along his stubbly beard as he let out a satisfied sigh. He nudged up the hat and considered them with bright blue eyes. "Just thirsty," came the reply, his voice pleasant with an accent unfamiliar in Eorzea.

"You gotta pay a toll to use OUR well," growled a scarred Elezen. "Ye would do well not to end up like this unfortunate scum." He lashed out with his foot at the man they'd been bullying but found naught but air as he had crawled away during the silence.

The stranger in blue paid them no heed as he filled up a water skin calmly. A particularly rough looking Hrothgar stomped over to him. "Ye got dust in your ears," he roared as he reached a huge hand over to grab the stranger's hat. "I'll fi-" There was a sharp crack as the stranger suddenly lashed out with inhuman speed and drove the end of the wrapped package into the throat of the Hrothgar who let out a coughing mew as he fell over, his hand taking the hat with him to reveal a mane of black hair with azure streaks and two long leoprine ears. The wrapping fell from the package to reveal what appeared to be a Garlean gunblade sheathed, but the blade was slightly shorter and appeared to be missing the barrel.

"Hells... it's a Viera male..." breathed the gang leader as the rarity of such a pretty creature registered with her. He had to be worth something. A lot of somethings. Possibly more than their water scheme. To their credit, the rest of the gang seemed to have already come to the same realization and drew their weapons and began to surround the blue stranger.

The Viera put his hand on the hilt of his blade, readying himself. "Trust me... it's not worth it," he said quietly, sensing their intentions. "Walk away." The leader let out a harsh cackle as she nocked an arrow on her bow.

"Got ye dead to rights, now be a good pretty bunny and come with us," she purred, aiming to pin his foot. Didn't want to damage the goods too much.

The wind blew.

The wind mill creaked.

The villains brandished their weapons with unspoken threats of violence.

Crystalline blue eyes regarded their surroundings.

Suddenly, the wind died and the Mi'qote let the arrow loose.

Her aim was true, but the target was gone. In a flash of steel, the man had seemed to dance his way through the ring of bandits with the grace and power of a surging river. The Mi'qote blinked surprised, suddenly spinning around to find the Viera behind her.

She snarled "I got ye no-" She suddenly realized that her bow was no longer stringed, having been cut during the mad dance of the swordsman. With a definitive click as he fully sheathed his blade again, the ground shook slightly as the whole gang crumpled to the dirt. They were still breathing but were not having a good time.

Time seemed to standstill for eternity. Then the wind blew again and brought them back to the present.

".... Go," ordered the Viera and the gang complied, disappearing in a cloud of dust.

[wilanserulia]

FFXIVWrite2024 - Prompt 2 - Horizon

The squawking of seagulls and the sound of the waves were often the only noises you could hear, out in the Rhotano sea. That day a flock of the marine birds had gathered nearby a lonely fishermen’s boat, the only thing on the waters’ surface for malms and malms. A young boy stares wistfully at the expanse of water around himself, leaning over the boat’s edge, his green eyes scouring the blue sea as if hoping to see something over the horizon.

“Wilan!” shouted a warm, but rough voice, and from the sound of it it wasn’t the first time he’d been trying to catch the kid’s attention. Startled, the boy turned around. “Yes, father?” he hurried to reply. “By the Navigator, would you stop gawking at the water and help us? I take you out at sea so that you can learn the trade, not enjoy the view” Wilan could hear the waning patience in his father’s voice. He wasn’t in a hurry to have the same discussion once again, so he hurried to do as he was told and joined a couple more fishermen as they were working on fishing nets. Dutifully, he sat down and started disentangling the net as he was shown, doing his best to stay focused. The young hyuran boy had no love for the profession. He hailed from a small island to the west of Vylbrand, and he knew not much else of the world beyond the shores of his homeland. What little land he had access to, however, he thoroughly enjoyed exploring, often leaving home for afternoon expeditions around the island, sometimes taking his little brother along but most of the time by himself. He knew it like the back of his hand by now, every hideout, every shortcut, every vantage point. But his heart ached for more. Increasingly often, he would climb to the island’s highest point and just stared at the horizon. That was the whole reason he was happy when, once he was about ten summers old, his father told him it was time he’d start joining him out at sea to learn the profession. Finally, he thought, a chance to escape the suffocating confines of this island! To see the big, vast, incredible world that he had only heard bits and pieces about from other fishermen. At least, that’s what he had hoped. Yet there he was, in the middle of the sea, with a whole lot of nothing all around him. He had never been this far from home, and yet he felt even farther away from anything worth seeing, now that he realized just how big the Rothano Sea was.

A tap of webbed feet caught his attention, pulling him out of his self-wallowing. A seagull had landed on their craft, caught an anchovy in its beak and flew back up in the air the moment his father shooed it away. He followed it his gaze, flying in large circles around their boat, and then out toward the sea. Toward the horizon.

“...Dad?” “Hm?” his father asked, looking up to see his firstborn staring once again out to the sea. The kid was pointing eastward. “What’s over the horizon?” he asked, his voice quiet, but barely hiding a burning curiosity. His old man sighed and followed the direction he was pointing at. After taking a moment to orient himself with the sun, he replied “That way? Galadion Bay. There’s better fish out here though.” “More sea, then...?” “Aye. But a bay is not exactly open sea. It’s near a landmass, so the currents are different there, and that means...” “So there’s land that way!?” Wilan asked excited, interrupting his father. “And there’s people?” The fisherman tried to keep his calm with a long breath. One of the other fishermen, however, chimed in. “Aye boy. Limsa Lominsa’s that way.” The kid’s ears perked up. “What’s Limsa Lominsa?” “Biggest city this side of the Strait of Merlthor.” supplied another. It’s something else, that place.” “A city? Will we go there!?” the boy inquired, his imagination already conjuring up dozens of versions of this settlement. “Will we go fish there?” “No one fishes that close to that kind of city, boy.” bit back his father, evidently annoyed by his son’s daydreaming. “But we go there when we have too much fish, to sell the excess at the market.” Wilan’s eyes flew wide. “Can I come next time you go sell fish then? Dad, please!” “Enough of this, boy! Get back to work!” “But dad, I want to see the cit―” “Not another word!” he all but shouted, rising to his feet. Everyone on the boat fell quiet. “That city’s no place for a kid like you. Your head’s already full of nonsense, and the last thing you need is going to a place where people believe they can just do what they want in life. What you’re gonna do is honest work, you’re gonna learn how to fish and you will like it, is that clear? The kid bowed his head, pursing his lips, his traveler’s heart aching, the horizon’s call as tempting as it had ever been. “Is that clear!?” his father asked again, raising his voice. “Yes, father.” Wilan all but whispered.

[asteriasfallingstarsandtears]

The sacrifice post definitely made me think of just how much my WoL sacrificed for everything else. She didn't want to be part of anything grand, quite the opposite, when she woke up in Eorzea six months before the events of ARR she found a quiet life doing small adventures and guard work. She found peace and time to study, learning magic that she was always denied before. Her life before was very regimented even before she joined the Legions, and after when she was discharged it only got more confining.

She gained her personal freedom and the ability to dream of her own future for six glorious months.

Until Fate and Destiny came calling with a very large crystal shaped stick.

[mrlarkstin]

Jazu wants to fight

[myreia]

✦ R E D M A G E

Balance. The heart of red magic. She has always naturally leaned too far towards the black. Red magic offered her equilibrium at a time she desperately needed it, a backdoor to the white magic that had previously eluded her. It is with a rapier in hand, not a staff, that she feels the most clear-headed, the most grounded. The best version of herself. —level 90 compendium

[flamebunnyy]

Observations of the people of Limsa Lominsa: Until the sea swallows all, the fisher remains.

[neunian]

Regarding egg and kitt's names :)