#ffxv OC

[primamchorus]

In a sick way, I want to thank you for holding my head up late at night While I was busy waging wars on myself, you were trying to stop the fight

[toshikijeevas]

I'm sorry but Ardyn just looming over me waiting for me to stand up is killing me

[paintedscales]

FFXIV Write 2024 :: Day Twenty-Four

Prompt: Bar Characters: Nomin tal Kheeriin, Primam Chorus Word count: 545 Notes: Continuation of my 'What If' scenario

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Another excursion to Mount Rokkon, another day that meant being in Primam’s company. Nomin had come no closer to feeling like she learned much about Primam and her origins outside of the Echo she experienced, but she supposed that was fine for now. What had really been the most important part is that Primam’s rather unique usage of magic had saved Nomin’s hide more than once.

And so it was when they were back at the Shiokaze Hostelry that Nomin, while sitting at the bar, kept looking at the small bag that was slung against Primam’s side off and on. She was curious.

“You know…” Nomin started. “I don’t think I’ve seen someone use magic like you do.”

“... No?” Primam asked, thanking the tender as she was handed off her drink. Another glass of something non-alcoholic. After she took a small sip, she continued, “Is my brand of magic really that interesting?”

“In more than one way it feels like…” Nomin admitted. “I mean, it’s not often I see people able to use magic without a conduit or focus unless they’re healers of one kind or another. Even when I use my own red mage arts, I use a focus to channel my aether into. But…you don’t even use vocal components.”

Primam tapped a nervous finger against her cup for a moment, keeping up a pleasant expression on her face the best she could. She, too, also utilized the art of Red Mage. Much like Nomin, she also bore a Red Mage Soul Crystal that imparted upon her varying skills that Red Mages before her had developed over years -- that her mentor developed.

“More interesting are the flasks you use,” Nomin’s attention went again to Primam’s bag. This time it lingered.

Of course, noticing this, Primam moved her arm in a more guarded fashion upon her bag. She held it rather close, the contents within clinking lightly against one another. Loud enough to be heard faintly.

“What kind of Red Mage are you, exactly?” Nomin asked.

“Not a Crimson Duelist,” Primam replied. She seemed like she was about to let slip something else, but she kept her mouth closed.

“That much was obvious.” For a moment, Nomin’s tail flicked as she forced herself not to laugh. She returned her attention to her own copper cup, sipping the chilled water from it. “But…everything about you is a bit…” Strange. No, don’t use that word. “Well, it’s not common upon the star that I’ve seen. Can I ask how you do it?”

Primam relaxed her grip somewhat, a mild look of surprise on her face as she seemed to scrutinize Nomin. Returning her hands to the bar counter, Primam ran her thumbs over her cup’s surface as she held it. Only the soft murmur of chatter and the waves lapping at the docks filled the air for a time.

“Elemancy…” Primam began.

Nomin looked back over at her.

“It’s…It’s called Elemancy. And it’s a lot harder to do here than what I’m used to. But I can try teaching you.”

Was that a sliver of trust?

Nomin supposed that they had been helping Hancock with the Mount Rokkon excursions for a fortnight now.

Smirking to herself, Nomin took another swig of water. “I look forward to it.”

[zafys]

Hireth's epilogue...

[speckledwing]

primam + blue freesia flowers

freesia flowers represent friendship, trust, thoughtfulness, and innocence. in the victorian language of flowers, the freesia is considered one of the ultimate flowers of trust.

[ffocarchive]

[deathsvvitch]

hopped once again, im stuck in final fantasy hell

xv is the new victim

[florian-luster]

𝓛𝓪𝓭𝔂 𝓕𝓵𝓸𝓻𝓲𝓪𝓷 𝓕𝓸𝔁

Part of Noctis’s royal retinue and a member of the crownsguard, labelled the King’s Spear as Noctis’s polearm weapons teacher and companion.

Born June 23, M.E. 734 in the royal capital of Insomnia to the noble family of house Fox, a few months after Ignis Scientia. Florian is second cousin to Prince Noctis with his grandfather, King Mors, being the brother of her grandmother, Princess Vera. 

[Florian is not in line for the throne but is titled Lady due to her noble status - she is able to summon weapons and dismiss them but not warp like the Kingsglaive of those in the direct line]

An idea proposed by King Regis along with a letter of permission from Lord Leon Fox, Florian’s father, suggested an engagement between the Prince of Tenebrae and the Lady Florian to strengthen bonds further between Lucis and the line of the Oracle. 

[This decision was made with the knowledge that Florian has Lucian blood in mind] 

The engagement is accepted by the Oracle and reigning Queen Sylva Via Fleuret and a Royal engagement is set until the two are older.

The two are separated when Tenebrae is annexed with Florian escaping to Lucis regretably.

Florian keeps correspondence with Ravus through letters, hoping to make a state visit so that the two may meet again as they are separated by the war between Lucis and the Empire.

The star-crossed pair finally reunite after the attack on Insomnia and Florian is conflicted between her allegiance to Noctis and her love for Ravus.

(see previous posts for more Ravus x Florian art)

[koritea]

So I've been playing through FFXV

[lunarlegend]

made a character sheet for Stella using this template!

i have no idea what an enneagram is, so i went and took a separate quiz for her. she's a 7.

[violentlyexplosive]

sketch of an old ass FFXV self-inserty oc. i may be cringe, but i am free, or whatever. i have so much fucking lore written for this freak, dating back to like 2019. autism levels off the charts.

also:

they are not a fan of That Frigid Bitch. for lore reasons.

[primamchorus]

i don't paint.

but i was really struck by @meiliem1619's art of prompto here that i decided to bang my head against a wall and make an attempt.

[stygiovictoria]

i <3 designing the final fantasy parents we never see

[paintedscales]

FFXIV Write 2024 :: Day Nineteen

Prompt: Taken Characters: Nomin tal Kheeriin, Primam Chorus, Tandem Chorus (brief, Echo) Word Count: 843 Notes: Non-canon to Nomin; more of a 'what if' scenario based on RP I had in the past regarding Primam and how I'd imagine Nomin and Primam interacting and really meeting one another.

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Murmurs and the sound of ocean waves filled the open atmosphere of the Shiokaze Hostelry. An occasional cry of a seagull pierced the chatter.

Nomin stared at the woman before her for a long time, her brow furrowed and her lips pulled taut into a line. She could feel the rising nervousness from the woman. After all, Nomin had been able to tell that the woman was weaving a lie: a well-practiced one, but a lie nevertheless. A lie though it was, however, the thing that struck Nomin was that the woman had no intended malice, simply that she was…lost.

The other thing that was striking…was that her aether felt different. Almost non-existent. Yet, she had a wealth of magic that she utilized in combat…

“I’ve been to Ala Ghiri recently…” Nomin mentioned. The woman in question was called Primam Chorus -- a very Garlean sounding name despite being from Gyr Abania. Her complexion matched well enough, but her explanations left much to be desired. Especially to one that could feel those shifts in aether when it came to emotions.

“H-Have you?” Primam asked, her expression turning sheepish. She drew her hands together over the tabletop, fidgeting.

“Ala Mhigans are returning to Gyr Abania -- to their home. Is there a reason you do not return?” Nomin asked, hoping to press for answers from Primam who accompanied her during their time seeing to Hancock’s want of exploring Mount Rokkon. They had come back, a few extra notes and trinkets to show for their efforts that Hancock was pleased to receive.

“I…have a home here, now. In Hingashi…”

Uncertainty.

“Far be it from me to prod further…” Nomin said, grabbing her chilled bronze cup and taking her waterskin to fill it.

“I was young when my brother and I had to flee.” Primam brought her own cup closer -- unlike Nomin, it was a cup offered by the Hostelry itself, filled with water of her own. “I hardly remember anything about Gyr Abania, let alone Ala Ghiri.”

Nomin took a sip. A lie vague enough to believe if circumstances were different.

A headache formed, one all too familiar as Nomin placed her cup back down and screwed her eyes shut and clenched her jaw. She heard the worried voice of Primam, drowned out by the hum of an entirely different scene unfolding before her.

It was like coming up for water when Nomin could finally see the land and setting around her. There were buildings she did not recognize, many of them on the verge of complete dilapidation. The lands had sparse foliage, and most strikingly, the sky was blanketed completely in black skies. It would have been darker than anything she had ever seen before if she had not been to the Thirteenth.

Nomin had the sense that this sky was something that had shrouded the land for years now at this point. Not unlike the First and how light blanketed the land in eternal daylight, and not unlike the Thirteenth bathed in eternal darkness.

A bright orangish-white light pulsed in the sky before it spread.

“What is that?” came a masculine voice. Looking over, Nomin saw someone who was strikingly similar to Primam. Her brother, no doubt.

“I-I don’t know… Nothing like this has shown up in the history books…” Nomin was speaking…or rather, she was an uncertain Primam. Shortly after her words left her, the light soon engulfed them and several others before the feeling of being submerged happened once more. But this was different -- it was Primam’s experience in traversing the rift.

Tumbling… Tumbling…

Nomin gasped, a new scene before her. Though she normally did not experience an actual soaked feeling, she was absolutely drenched this time. Primam had ended up in a body of water, sputtering and coughing. Nomin could feel how the water burned her lungs, the desperation for air as Primam swam to the closest body of land to right herself.

When eventually Primam got up and looked around within the Echo, Nomin realized she recognized the area: Yanxia, just short of Namai.

“Where…am I…?” was the question that left Primam’s lips before the hum and chatter of the Shiokaze Hostelry started to come back, the vision fading as Nomin blinked her eyes and came back to reality.

“Nomin, are you alright?” Primam asked, seeing that Nomin was shaking her head to rid herself of the feeling she just experienced.

“Don’t worry about me…just something that happens every now and then…” Nomin explained, not wanting to get into the details of her Echo. However, she looked at Primam. She realized now that she was a woman taken to a land not her own. A familiar kinship began to bud within Nomin, even if the circumstances were a bit different.

Taking a long swig of water, Nomin thought of all the questions that bubbled in her mind. She wanted to know more about this land -- this place that Primam was from. But…she supposed she would have to save those questions for such a time perhaps a better friendship could be formed.

[voidwarlock-studios]

I saw your FFXV Oc and I need to know everything cause I have one too and I need every one of them to meet and be friends

;w;

Oh hell yeah! I’ve got a list I typed up a little bit ago. I’ll be drawing a character template for him soon.

I’d love to hear about yours too. Feel free to send me a dm!

Here’s what I have so far:

Loran Antonius

Age: 27

Height: 5’8”

Pronouns: he/him

-Insomniac

Stays up late researching, pinpointing places of interest to visit. Gets maybe an hour or two of sleep a night.

-Hermit

He’s often too busy with his work to hold relations with anyone. His social skills are good at least, and he can talk to strangers when he needs to visit a nearby town for supplies. Pretty much a shut-in though when he’s not exploring.

-Workaholic

Does not take time to rest unless eating…but sometimes he skips meals by accident. He’s collapsed a few times from not eating. None of it has been life-threatening, just low blood sugar.

-Explorer/Researcher

Driven by history and forgotten myths, he explores as many places as possible. He’s tried to avoid getting caught in the forbidden areas…so far successful.

-Field Guide

All the research he does is put towards a field guide that he’s been making over the years. Dude’s constantly taking notes on the field.

-Thrillseeker

This applies to the one above. He started out exploring normal places, but then it wasn’t enough. That led him to Angelgard…

-Sneaky

After years of creeping around unnoticed, he adopted a dexterity-based combat style. His outfit is always a combination of dark blues and blacks. Usually covers up his mouth/nose to hide identity.

-Lucian

He’s from Lucis, but stays on the coast of Lestallum. He lives in a lighthouse northeast of the Rock of Ravatogh, where he hoards books and research papers. His house is a mess.

-Neutral Party

Prefers to have no allegiance. Politics muddle things up. His morals are mostly good leaning, he at least understands that people deserve care when they’re in trouble and all that. That being said, he has a healthy fear of Niflheim.

-Sailing Expertise

Owns a small sailboat and enjoys sailing. It’s big enough to have a small cabin, and sometimes he’ll sleep on it (for as long as he can, at least) when traveling.

[dacieng]

Happy birthday, @bluejelly8 💕 I hope you like her :D