#kyt'ir

[blackrose-ffxiv]

A Few Changes 09/04

Lebeaux Desrosiers tilted his head and swept a hand aside to gesture towards the hallway nearby. “Shall we? I’ve made a few changes since your last visit. And I see you have as well.” He noted, glancing at the miqo’te’s slicked back hair.

Kyt'ir Gahre glanced upwards, glancing at an errant bang that simply refused to follow the rest. "Finally, someone noticed." He mumbled, sounding rather disappointed at everyone else's lack of attention. "After you. Something tells me we both have tales to regale one another with... hopefully yours are more exciting, though." Modest as ever, the Keeper strolled over.

Lebeaux =smiiiiiled. “It makes that gouge across your face more noticeable.” He explained, turning on his heel to make his way back towards his offices. “Hm, tales of woe and haircuts, it sounds just the thing to be shared over tea.” He mused as he went in first, leaving the door open behind him for the miqo’te.

Kyt'ir's expression froze, quite unsure how to process that scathing remark. "...I knew I should've brought some Antidote, with a venomous tongue like that." He quipped in response. Once he was inside, he set his pack down by the door, an audible clink of glasses rattling against one another despite his best efforts to be delicate.

Lebeaux exhaled a flat little chuckle as he led the way into the rooms and immediately settled himself into a large chair. A hand waved towards tea service nearby, complete with savory and sweet snacks. “Help yourself, if you’ve been wandering around like a pack mule you’ve likely worked up a hunger.” His icy eyes darted towards the pack. “I assure you my venom isn’t deadly in small doses. Yet, if not antidotes, have you perchance brought me a gift rattling around there in your bag. A little office-warming present?”

Kyt'ir glanced down at the pack. "Been ferrying some of my wares about. Part of the tales to regale you with. Not sure if you have any fondness for rolanberry liqueur, but if so... I can leave a bottle behind." He mused as he settled himself down onto the couch, taking up a seat near the Elezen. "Or what warding potions I have left. Something tells me you would find some sort of use for them." That saintly, knowing little smile again, interrupted only for him to take a little sip of tea.

“Oh? Sounds quaint. I’ll accept the gift, though in the future do bear in mind I prefer brandy.” Lebeaux suggested, smiling serenely back at the other. “Mmm, well. Where to begin.” He reached over to the smoking box beside himself to prepare a pipe instead of a cup of tea, packing somnus lightly into it with his gloved pinkie. “I seem to have gotten myself into a spot of trouble with a disgruntled conjurer and he took it upon himself to rearrange my offices. With conjury. Shattered the floor with stones, water everywhere, furniture torn to shreds by wind.” He exhaled a long suffering sigh and placed a hand on his own cheek in a gesture of theatrical dismay. “It was a tragedy.”

Kyt'ir =quietly sipped his tea. "That would explain the extensive remodeling. It does seem to have turned out well... I hope he isn't bothering you anymore?" He murmured, making a mental note to bring brandy next time. He would not admit it out loud, but he felt a tad silly for forgetting such an important detail.

A shoulder rolled in a small shrug. “He’s been dealt with and will repay me for the damages.” Along with the one who dared to tell him where to find the Ishgardian. “Turns out he’s rather useful so he has been ‘tour guiding’ my research jaunts to the Shroud.” Lebeaux slipped the pipe between his lips and lit it, puffing gently at it before exhaling fragrant smoke. “How have you come to be a well-groomed potion peddler? Seems rather a step down. Have you been taking any custom orders as of yet? A problem presented to you solved in a bottle in a few days?” He took another slow drag on the pipe before he held it out, offering it to the other to enjoy a little somnus as well.

Kyt'ir's expression flickered, lighting up ever so slightly. It was either the pipe, or the proposition, the Keeper pausing to respond. "Of course. For a moderate fee, of course. Can't work for free. ...did you have something in mind?" He let that question hang while he brought the pipe to his lips, drawing in a slow, leisurely breath while his violet eyes honed in on Lebby. His business sense was already tingling.

Lebeaux leaned an elbow on the edge of his chair and settled his chin in his palm, smiling all the while as the miqo’te reached for the pipe and took a small drag. The alchemist already seemed intrigued. “Well, it’s troublesome finding a reliable alchemist. Even more so if you want one that’s discreet. Without having to resort to blackmail and confidentiality contracts.”

Kyt'ir canted his head as he took in a breath, finally letting it out in a low puff. "You know, sitting beside the stained glass windows in this light, you cut an almost sinister appearance. Was that intentional?" He quipped, flashing that saintly smile - when on earth did he get  so good at it? - before going back to idly puffing on the pipe. "Do continue, though."

Lebeaux placed a hand upon his own chest, lowering his gaze to glance aside as he smiled ever so sweetly. A perfect recreation of some Ishgardian saint or another from a classical painting. Yes, it was intentional. “Most Keepers who visit despise it. Too much light, they complain. I rather enjoy the constant reminder of divinity. After all, it’s Her spear and shield that guide me.” With that little act completed he held out his hand to take the pipe back so he could have a few more puffs on it. Perhaps he would have to look into getting another if this was to become a regular thing. “It’s a straightforward deal. Should I have a problem I require fixed, I will send for you. If you can fix it, you will be compensated accordingly. If not, we’ll never speak of it again.”

Kyt'ir's ears twitched, the Keeper giving a mock little pout as he gave the pipe up, passing it back over to the Elezen. "Mh. Seems straight forward enough, and gives me reason to research and push the boundaries so to speak." He murmured, going back to nursing at his tea as he mulled over the idea. "It sounds good to me. Just so long as you don't ask for a potion to turn lead into gold."

Lebeaux scoffed at the idea. He accepted the pipe and rose to his feet, moving over to join the Keeper on the couch. “Then I’ll give you a little challenge to get you started.” He explained, taking a slow drag on the pipe before he handed it over to the other again. It was easier to share from here. “Something to keep a mage from casting. A silencing potion, the effects need only last a bell or so. Yet I want it to be untraceable. Say if…” he glanced over at the table. “I were to mix it in their tea.”

Kyt'ir raised an eyebrow, glancing down into the tea - before simply nonchalantly taking another sip, finishing off his cup. If it were laced, he was doomed half a bell ago. "That would be straight forward enough. A little venom from a dart frog, ochu vine... could disguise it as a herbal tea, though it'd need to be sweetened to cover the bitterness. Not to mention the metallic taste from the quicksilver..." He mused aloud, before taking the pipe in hand. Brow furrowed, he took a more determined puff from his pipe. "The trick would be making it like your usual tea, assuming your target would notice you deviating from your routine."

@kytir

[dutyfound]

♠️ - Oyuu

ULTIMATE ANTI-SHIP MEME - For Kyt’ir and Oyuu

BOLD YOUR CHOICES

Anti-affectionate:

Chopping off hands | Passive-aggressive comments | Petty oneupmanship | Villainous boasts | Mailing swarms of wasps | Hatespooning | Dramatic monologues | Leaving horse heads in beds | Gossipmongering | Angry messages | Slap with glove | Identity theft | Regular theft | Frame for a crime | Ironic gifts | Poison | Improbable declarations of parenthood | Or siblinghood | No displays of anti-affection

Duels:

Fisticuffs | Swords | Pistols at dawn | Rap battle | Wizards duel | Giant robots | Axes | Katanas | Bake-off | Sniping | Drinking contest | Insult fight | Hatesex | Naval engagement | Poker | Dance | Wrestling | Joust | Knife fight | Sports | Street race | Gruelling legal dispute | Military skirmish | No duels

Arena:

Rooftop of a burning building | Outside the saloon at high noon | Deck of a galleon | Coliseum | Mountaintop | Ancient ruins | Underwater | Museum | Palace | Bar | Beach | Quicksand | Treasure vault | Courtroom | Wilderness | Lounge | Snow | Streets | Tropical island | No arenas

Would my character…

Be archnemeses? Maybe? | No Have hatesex after the first duel? Yes | NoConfess their undying hatred first? Yes | No Drag accomplices into this mess? Yes | No Let bygones be bygones? If Koh’si told him to drop it | No Swear terrible revenge? If Koh’si asked for it | No Lie to them? Yes | No Hatecuddle after hatesex? Yes | No

[kytir]

I've redone my carrd in time for Endwalker. Want to know more about my boy, or interested in RP? Have a gander~

https://kytir.carrd.co

[moonlifter-archive]

some few screenshots from the Order’s RP event today ~! I really love the way Reshade makes Thanalan look in these. 

[hithren]

Commission for @kytir!

Thank you again for being so patient.

[masaepohju]

Runestone 01/01

with @nonogrump and @kytir

In which Nonope and Ma’sae did not cheer hard enough nor talk enough trash to get Kite through to the finals. 

[[Other stuff happened too but of course I didn’t screenshot any of it because I’m terrible with that]]

[ffxivfisticuffs]

Kyt'ir Jakkya looked down at the ground, his free hand's fingers curling into a clenched fist for a moment. Silence lingered before he reached into the box, taking another cookie. "I don't think y'could. Back when fightin' with a sword was all I did, I didn't stand a chance." He mumbled. "We fought all the time. He always won."

Koh'si Jakkya huffed. "Well I don' use a stupid sword. /An'/ I been practicin' loads while I were stuck up north. 'M tougher now." The redhead stubbornly stuck his chin out in front of him. "I let you help--now you lemme do th'same."

the cousins had some good bonding time tonight over snacks @kytir

[coffee-n-naps]

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Glancing upwards as he toyed with the hem of his poncho, Shane's expression turned rather thoughtful.  "Kite?  Hmm.  I would h-have to say it is his hair.  He is always changing it and is kind of a fun g-game to figure out what new style and color it is going to be this week!"  Smiles widely.  

[blackrose-ffxiv]

A Patient’s Patience 04/19

Kyt'ir Gahre scoffed softly at the notion. "If I only kept those most useful, I'd just be acting the same way." He muttered, ears gradually easing their way up. "Though I suppose having capable business associates would be beneficial, one shouldn't keep those as close as actual friends." Kyt mused aloud, before lifting his gaze to peer up at Lebby. "..do you need a drink? Least I can get you, if you're going to listen to me wax poetic about such things." 

“Do I ever.” Lebeaux Desrosiers grumbled, though he didn’t relent in his work. “Once I’ve finished this you can fetch me something. Tea, Shroud will suffice, and a generous splash of brandy.” He requested, sounding more like he was ordering at a café than enjoying the hospitality of an associate. “Actual friends.” He chuckled at that, the polite smile quirking somewhat though he still didn’t look up. “What use do they serve, save to borrow money and drink your ‘good’ liquor.” Then again everyone he called friend usually ended up dead or bleeding.

"They drop everything at a moment's notice to make sure you haven't irrevocably ruined your hand?" Kyt’ir answered, giving up a cheeky little grin at the Elezen. "Or were you just worried I wouldn't be able to teach you magic any time soon?" The Keeper finally let slip a genuine little chuckle, brunette ears wiggling atop his head in a moment of mirth. "..and yes, Shroud will have to suffice. I know my limits, if I tried to make Ishgardian tea I'd probably accidentally poison us both. Somehow."

Lebeaux thinned his full lips slightly as they pursed but his beatific smile remained at the little jab. “We had an agreement.” He explained calmly, his gloved hand shifting as he chose a particularly cracked looking portion of skin. He placed his thumb there and pressed down. Hard. Hard enough for the sting to cut through the various painkillers. “And if you’ve aetherically injured yourself, it would make casting painful for some time. Then where would I be.” Lebeaux smiled too-sweetly back at the other, glancing up briefly to see how he was doing with the subtle sadism. “Mm, more likely you’d die of shame for serving such a miserable cup of terrible and I’d die from the stress of trying not to say anything too scathing about it.”

Kyt'ir's ears pinned right back as Lebby pressed down, a wince playing across his face. "Point taken." He mumbled, good hand lifting up to rub the back of his head. The pressure had him fidgeting ever so slightly, but he tried his best to be a good patient even as Lebeaux indulged in a bit of sadism.

Lebeaux eased his thumb off of the cracked skin once his point has been made. Kyti’r was being a good sport about it, pinning his ears and wincing but not crying out or whining about it. He finished with the fingers and decided to pause for a break. The elezen straightened up and stretched his shoulders, shaking out his hands as though to shake off the trace remains of aether. “I’ll have that tea now.” He declared as he stretched and curled his own fingers. “There’s quite a bit aether trapped there. You certainly were serious, weren’t you. Is this the first time it’s happened?”

Kyt'ir slowly relaxed once the Elezen let go, easing off the pressure. As soon as his hand was free, he set off  to what is totally an appropriate area for preparing tea, using his good hand to handle the work. "It was the first time I wanted to." He answered, the topic putting him ill at ease. "I think it was the culmination of... something." The lack of confidence said it all. He still didn't really understand what had happened, just that it was not at all normal for a pair to fight like that.

Lebeaux wouldn’t know a normal, healthy relationship if it slapped him in the face and called him Nancy. The elezen turned and folded his arms across his chest as he leaned against the table’s edge now. He had plainly said at the start he wasn’t intending to offer sympathy nor advice. The far more likely explanation was that he was gathering information on his own. Using the mage’s compromised emotional state as a chance to learn more about him, his vulnerabilities and his relationships. All the while smiling so sweetly, the glasses helping to mask the perpetual chill in his eyes. “Your passions ran hot, it’s plainly there on your arm."

@kytir

[blackrose-ffxiv]

Let Bygones be Bygones 03/30

Kyt'ir Gahre had eventually recovered from his first try of somnus - and almost immediately came to regret it. It hadn't taken him very long at all to find out that he had paid far, far too much for the selection that he had bought, and he wasn't about to just let that slide. So there he was, opening the door to the Emporium once more, only this time he had a mildly annoyed look, especially once his eyes settled on the elezen already in view. The Keeper cleared his throat before speaking. "Sorry for coming in unannounced, but... I think I may have left some of my purchase here."

Lebeaux Desrosiers leafed idly through a sheaf of parchments, checking a list against the contents of a crate resting on the counter. At the sound of the door opening he didn’t glance up. “Welcome, if you’ve business with the Proprietress she’s elsewhere. If you want to buy tea or drugs go downstairs. If you’re law enforcement, collect your bribe on the way out.” Lebeaux trailed off when a familiar voice called out to him. The medic set down the parchment and turned, flashing that saintly smile at the miqo’te. “Ah, yes. Kyt’ir. I’m pleased to see you’ve returned. What do you think you left behind?” His head tilted, a finger tapping gently at his own chin. “I don’t recall seeing anything left on the table when you departed.”

Kyt'ir's brow quirked, as if at any moment it could slip into a frown, the diminutive Keeper folding his arms across his chest in an attempt to make himself look... well, bigger. "I paid enough for three boxes, not just one." He noted, peering up from behind his glasses. The saintly smile wasn't having as much effect now that he wasn't in a blissed-out state. "So I couldn't help but think I must have left some behind. I wasn't really 'all there' by the end of the night."

Lebeaux shifted the parchments into the crate he had been sifting through and slid the lid closed. “My, my. Are you entirely sure about that?” He mused in a perfectly pleasant tone, turning to face Kyt’ir as he rested his elbow casually atop the crate. Still smiling down at the miqo’te as the mage tried to puff up and appear larger. The elezen didn’t respond in kind, he already had a considerable height advantage. “I’ve told you I saw nothing forgotten, there was nothing there to begin with. It rather sounds like…” Fingers drummed lightly on the crate’s lid. “...You stand there to accuse me of taking advantage of you while you were not in full possession of your faculties.”

Kyt'ir's ear twitched, the Keeper giving just the slightest of frowns. "Am I wrong, though? Just because I didn't partake doesn't mean I don't have connections that do - connections that told me I was tricked into paying a rate far higher than market, so to speak." The Keeper started, but continued on. "I enjoyed my time here, and I'm willing to let bygones be bygones, if I am compensated more fairly."

“My, you are thorough aren’t you. Not content to wake up with a far lighter purse, you actually went out and did a bit of research. Ensuring you had facts tucked into your belt when you came back to confront me.” Lebeaux mused, seeming far more pleased with that than he should have been. He took a moment to slide his glasses up his nose. “What a shame, I had fully intended to ridicule and belittle you until you tucked tail and ran back out the door doubting yourself. I suppose I have no choice but to balance the ledger now.” He exhaled a long-suffering sigh. “The money is long since spent, so I suppose you’ll be taking the balance in goods?”

Kyt'ir's frown softened, his lips even quirking into a little smile. "I did tell you my trade was in research, did I not?" He canted his head to the side slightly. "That does sound acceptable to me. Far less of a hassle than tracking down the money." Those shoulders lifted into a slight shrug, as if  to say 'oh well'.

“I shall be sure to take better care in the future.” Lebeaux promised, though he still offered no apologies nor admitted any wrong doing. “Either to choose my marks more carefully or to properly ensure they’re too well-satisfied by the somnus to even recall the address to return.” His saintly smile quirked, obviously amused. He hefted the crate he had been sorting through and tucked it under an arm, gesturing with his free arm towards a nearby hall. “Come, shall we discuss further in my office?”

Kyt'ir glanced down the hall, before simply giving another slight shrug. He had to admit dealing with the Elezen was ... amusing. "Of course, wouldn't want your compatriots to find out your mark came back. I imagine you have a dastardly reputation to uphold." It was his turn to flash a smile - an outright cheeky, almost jeering flash of ivory teeth.

@kytir

[blackrose-ffxiv]

Business as Usual 03/24

Kyt'ir Gahre's mind was going blank, an eye drifting shut as Lebeaux Desrosiers kept on paying attention to his ears. The Keeper looked like he was about to doze off under the elezen's attention, only to slowly sit back up. "So, how much is it? For the somnus, that is."

Lebeaux moved both hands to the act, currently trying to reduce the miqo’te to a purring puddle. All the better to sell drugs to, my dear. “Hmmm, well. Enough to tide you over until your next visit? I would say we could set some aside for you for a fairly reasonable price.”

Kyt'ir was enjoying every moment of it, his tail flicking about each time Lebby's hand happened to find a weak spot. "That sounds agreeable." He murmured, the particulars of the detail lost amidst pure relaxed bliss. That crisp white leather jacket seemed to be the only thing keeping the miqo'te from melting into a puddle.

Lebeaux nodded, his smile growing ever more amused as the serious-seeming miqo’te mage drifted further and further. He paused just before the other was entirely lost, taking his hands away and clearing his throat. Waiting expectantly for a wallet to be produced. He fished a small parcel out of the somnus box, ready for the exchange. “Just dump out your gil, then. I’ll count it for you.” He offered ever so sweetly, placing a hand back at the other’s ear to resume the distracting petting.

Kyt'ir blinked, thinking it over. This sounded like a bad idea, so he was rather hesitant in fishing out the pouch of gil that he had set aside for the night. It landed on the table with a thud that was on the rather heavy side of things. Certainly no small amount of gil - he wasn't going to get a good deal on that somnus. "I imagine that should be enough?"

Lebeaux slid the pouch of gil closer, opening it up and sifting through it one-handed. The other hand busily petting the charmingly naïve miqo’te’s hair and ear to keep him busy as he counted it out. 

This much for the somnus. 

This much for the sweets he had been eyeing at the bakery. 

This much for the shirt he needed tailored. 

Perfect. Lebeaux slid the pouch back towards Kyt’ir, considerably lighter, as well as the packet of somnus. Lebeaux leaned in, pressing his smooth cheek against the small man’s to speak into one of those velvety ears. “Don’t tell anyone I’ve given you such a good deal, they may become jealous. It’s merely because I’ve grown fond of you.” He lied in a sultry whisper. “It’s been a pleasure, Kite. Truly.” He noted before leaning away and dropping his hand to the table to rake in the proceedings.

Kyt'ir's cheeks flushed red again. Certainly, he might be angry when he woke up the next morning and realized the deal was not exactly a fair one, but... for now he was completely relaxed. "I'll be here next time. Perhaps for a private visit before then?" He mused, slowly rising to his feet.

C'lai Nunh observed the shameless act. A reprimanding expression as he narrowed his eyes slightly, hearing both the elezen's voice and the gestures... the sounds forming the tri-dimensional image of events transpiring clearly in his mind. His ears sharpened as he wrinkled his nose. A sigh... he had a contract with the Golden Fox... and to reduce profit out of just price, when he had heard Kasumi herself advocating for arbitrary prices on the linkshell; had him disarmed for a censuring act. Besides, he was but paid to be a guard for the company... He tensed visibly though, rolling his shoulder. With money exchanged, business was concluded... and as such, he sought to abscond the premises.

@kytir @fyrrdetelemagna

[kytir]

Obligatory semi-annual post to let people know that I am indeed still alive and kicking, and Kite has developed more as a character.

I'll probably update his carrd again to tide me over until Endwalker, and put out a LFRP or something!

[kytir]

Lastly, for bearing with the sudden bingo spam (which will resume another night)... A picture I got in the lead up to Shadowbringers. Done by the superb Rosso on Twitter!

Kite looking oddly happy to help for once. He can be a good boy, sometimes.

[kytir]

There's a /toast emote, and I just had to put it to good use.

[kytir]

[LFRP] Kyt’ir Jakkya

All caught up on content, geared up for Savage. It’s time to queue up for Roleplay (Extreme), but Kite needs a party for that.

The Basics:

Race and Clan: Miqo’te, Keeper of the Moon

Birthplace: Black Shroud

Gender: Male

Age: 26

Occupation: Alchemist / Rune Blade

Marital Status: Open Relationship

Sexuality: Bisexual

Alignment: Chaotic-Neutral

Physical Appearance:

Eyes: Violet, piercing & expressive

Height: He's short. He dislikes being reminded.

Build: Athletic, toned.

Distinguishing Marks: Scar across nose. Heavily scarred right arm.

Common Apparel: High-quality outfits, typically replications of Skallic or Allagan fashion. Nothing cheap.

Hair: Naturally ash-grey/white, but normally dyed black-grey (someone said it looked better and he took it to heart).

Personal:

Profession: Alchemist & Spellblade-for-hire

Hobbies: Training,

Languages: Eorzean Common

Residence: The Mist

Birthplace: The East Shroud

Religion: Non-practicing

Patron Deity: Menphina

Fears: Loneliness, being a burden or detriment.

Relationships:

Spouse: None

Children: None

Parents: Disowned

Siblings: Disowned

Other Relatives:

Koh'si Jakkya (not on speaking terms)

Pets: A small puppy.

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: Rarely. Drugs: He's dabbled in Somnus, particularly when stressed. Alcohol: Consistent, almost daily drinking, but limited in quantity.

Motivations:

Adventure & Glory: More than anything else, Kite wants to go down in history, whether it be as a famous adventurer, scholar, or influential figure. He’s easily drawn to the allure of becoming an adventurer in particular.

The Finer Things: Kite has grown used to a life of relative luxury, and is always pursuing more of it. In short if it looks fancy, if it is quality, he’ll be interested and likely pursue it. This especially applies to alcohol and clothing, but also jewelry and to a lesser extent furnishings.

Knowledge Seeker: Kite values knowledge above all else. He is willing to look past slights and cooperate with people he would otherwise despise if they have knowledge to offer him, and little patience for those who do not (unless they can pay him for his services). He wants to learn everything there is to learn about the aetherial arts, and above all else shows favor towards like-minded individuals.

Showman: Kite isn’t merely satisfied with making the strongest explosion, or the brightest lightning bolt. To him the spectacle of magic and the creative application of the aetherial art (emphasis on art) is what truly sets apart an elite mage from a merely good one.

Potential Hooks:

Alchemy & Alcohol: On his own, Kite has taken to peddling his alchemic wares - some legal, some not - to make ends meet and allow him to maintain his comfortable lifestyle. Need an order filled? No questions asked, he’ll happily assist. His love for drink has also become a productive one, sneaking in some brewing on the side (as a hobby).

Crime: Kite is trying to break free of his recent lifestyle, which involved either being an accomplice to or directly involved with a wide range of crimes. That said, people still hold grudges, and he still needs protection, and owes favors that might end up pulling him back in.

Hoarder: Part of the reason he was able to teach himself the art of Red Magic was due to procuring tomes and other historical documents, often through underhanded means. He’s more than a bit greedy and possessive about such artifacts, to the point of it being a fault. Perhaps you don’t agree with him keeping this knowledge for himself, or you have something he wants.

Occult: In his quest for knowledge and power, Kite has stumbled across more than a few occult items and movements, and studied them in passing. While his knowledge is rudimentary compared to other fields, such things still catch his interest and are among the few things that can inspire his almost moribund sense of altruism.

Rivalry & Training: Kite is normally a fairly restrained and modest individual until magic is involved, doubly so when it comes to magical swordsmanship. He doesn’t just consider himself to be merely good, he considers himself to be the best practitioner of magics around. Arguably his confidence is well-earned, but it’s only natural that he butts heads with other mages.

Contact Information:

It’s easiest to reach me via Discord (Kytir#0765), or you can send me a message here (though I am pretty slow to check or respond). I am raiding starting with 5.05, so my Tuesday, Friday, and Saturday nights are going to be spent running content, but I'm available after 5pm PST all other days!

[kytir]

Have you ever taken a screenshot of your character and wanted to punch them because they look so smug?

In other news I'm alive. I admittedly don't look at tumblr much anymore but I'll keep posting LFRP ads here, including a new one probably later today.