#mjara

[merlwybs-wife]

i haven't gposed in months... i think i've forgotten how lmao but i really liked his outfit tonight! i'm def gonna port that top to muse in the (hopefully near) future.

[letrickster-art]

me and a friend's co-wols and rabbit boyfriends (he/him and she/her) Mjara is technically the wol but Neyj (purple) does all the talking and paperwork bc she is simply Not Interested. Mjara has scary dog privilege, Neyj is very stressed but also very gay.

[lyndztanica]

Happy birthday @mirkemenagerie

[vasheden]

~Playing with my characters like dolls~

Here’s Kaia and her twin brother Mjara! They’re split up as teens, and he gets presumed dead a few years later after a nasty run-in with some forest beast. That was the main catalyst for her leaving home. He was rescued by another Warden who found him bleeding out, and they left the forest together. He and Kaia meet back up post-HW when he ambushes her on a trip back to Gridania, after hearing a rough description of the Hero of Eorzea and hoping it was her.

Mods are here and here, modified slightly to make everything line up better and adjust expressions a little.

[spriggyn]

mjara and zenos enjoying retirement 🏝

[vasheden]

An assortment of happy times from Rinkah and Kaia. I hope they help cheer you up some, and that today can get easier for you ❤️

(4th and 5th pics aren’t my work, they were a swap gift from @fatewalker-phoenix)

this fever is not going away, and neither is my migraine. Can i get some thing to cheer me up? just some of your favourite images of your OC, simple happy moments?

[ramyeonguksu]

I'm bored waiting somewhere so ask me anything about Rifra and her sisters Mjara and Nojra!

[eternadyne]

UNFINISHED BUSINESS? SUBTLE THOUGH ITS TILT, HIS HEAD’S GROWN AWFULLY CURIOUS ——— gladdened to hear of his rousing success against the self-made rogue. As a further display of truth to his own word, he let the remaining embers of light sear the wanted poster into nothingness, like ashes scattered to the wind.

“I would ask the same of you, really. The fact that you’ve not yet silenced me speaks far greater than whatever question of trust you propose to me.” ( Betrayal begets death, regardless ——— and he’s sure to learn how this vessel operates in advance, just in case ).

In now being able to see the ishkia up close, he noticed but a subtle difference in height ——— metal helm glinting in the moonlight as he took a moment to look him up and down. Striking, very striking. Far more pleasing to the eye up close than what the posters would have made him—or anyone—believe otherwise. A hidden smile growing the moment his name came into question.

“Mjara Luneva Virastaya, practitioner of both light and shadow — but for simplicity’s sake, might you call me Mana? Wouldn’t want your tongue to get swollen before explaining to me how this whole thing works, you know?” A childish snicker escapes his lips before continuing once more.

“Much and more is to be discussed inside, I’m sure.”

By instinct his body freezes in response to the near miss, and only when his heartbeat settles once again, the pain in his chest reduced to a mere twinge does he sigh in defeat, finding the action to be rather unnecessary for he had already given in. “You made your point, I concede.” Perhaps it was now down to time to see if this stranger was to be his new jailer, someone who would betray him just like he feared, or if there was some truth to those words.

Swiftly, he returns his blade to its sheath before retrieving his sack of supplies, choosing to ignore the threat of a second shot. If those words were true then the other would truly have no reason to strike him dead. If it was a lie then…perhaps death is his only way to obtain freedom. His only regret would be that he was unable to obtain that revenge he so desired.

His hooded form finally makes a move to return to the runner, illuminated by the moon’s glow. Soren tries to not let those words sway him too much, for his true dream feels so unobtainable now. A dream of freedom and exploration, seeing the whole world outside from the birdcage that was his home. That dream ended with betrayal and blood. There’s the slight embers of hope stoked by those words. 

“You can keep that damned light to yourself for I would rather not meet my end here when I have unfinished business. Do you really see a future alongside someone you do not know if you can even trust?” To say that the mustari had made him curious would be an understatement. The whole situation itself seemed rather strange to him. A sigh leaves his lips as he begins his climb to join the other on the gauntlet runner, hoping to at least get a better look at the one who wishes to join him. “If you truly have intentions of working with me then may I at least know your name?”

[merlwybs-wife]

Finally remembered to use the free fantasia on Mjara, I'm so happy with his vanilla appearance now. He's so pretty, I keep staring at him.

[lyndztanica]

[merlwybs-wife]

Mjara is legally a viscount in Ishgard.

“But how did a Viera—?”

I’m glad you asked. He was a husband to a Viscount, who suspiciously lost all his male relatives over the course of a decade, before mysteriously dying, himself! Leaving Mjara the only male family member left. Fate can be such a funny, fickle thing!

Still, he won’t permit anyone to call him “Viscount Phovent.” It reminds him too much of his deceased husband, and puts an awful taste in his mouth.

Mjara might enjoy being able to live lavishly, but he absolutely despises his circumstance in Ishgard. He knows that all the “proper Lords and Ladies” are watching him eagerly so that they might find reason to strip his title. But the truth to his situation is a bit more nuanced, with powerful criminal ties ensuring his title remains. He’s being blackmailed to keep his position and remain within Ishgard. So, he has a bit of a loathsome relationship with his title.

Beyond that, Mjara tried to play by the rules. It is a system that failed him. He sees it as heavily flawed, and would be happy to see The Pillars burn.

At the moment, he dreams of returning his title and land to Ishgard and living a far simpler, quieter life with his partner. But, before he can possibly consider doing that, his blackmailers certain pests need to be taken care of.

Anyways, to surmise his relationship:

OC/WoL Question.

Does your OC have any specific titles or honorifics? How do they feel about these? If they don't have any specific titles, how do they respond to being called Lord or Lady (or things such as Sir, Madam or Mistress)?

[eyesofsteelandsky]

FFxivWrite2019 Prompt 8: Gifted

Another Viera story this time! Involves a pretty serious injury to a minor.

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A childish set of giggles worked it's way through the trio of youngsters as they'd successfully slipped their way out of the village and that day's set of responsibilities. Even though they were less than 10 summers old, they knew enough not to go too deep into the jungle, but staying out of earshot when everyone had a few fulms of ear to work with did mean getting well into the dense forest. That and they hadn't turned the corner from fearing their mothers and aunts more than they feared the beasts stalking even in the nearby wilds.

Once they'd felt like there was enough distance between them and all the stuffy adults in their lives, Einar whips around to face his two partners in crime, flashing the rather opposing forces of the duo a smile. "Last one to the top of the tree has to eat a beetle!" Mjara and Shar didn't get much in the way of time before the boy had leaped up onto the trunk of a nearby tree and had started working his claws into the bark for a proper head start. The immediate shouts about it being unfair were lost in a sea of cackling from the young boy, and eventually his two friends as they rose ever higher up the tree.

Though he'd given himself the early lead, it wasn't long before Einar was passed up by his particularly pale friend. Shar shot out her tongue briefly as she made her way into the lead, being one of the more hunt focused of the bunch and very particularly not wanting to have to eat a bug. Mjara on the other hand, while being nimble on the ground was likely the weakest climber and Einar was making full use of that. As such, she was left standing on a limb well short of the tree-top looking into the smug faces of her two friends, her own dark features twisted into something between a pout and a scowl. "Einar you cheated! You ALWAYS cheat!"

"I'm sorry, I can't hear you 'cus of all the beetle breath you're about to have!" A sinister giggle twists into the boy's last few words, a chorus that Shar happily joins. The rain of teasing from on high drove Mjara into a pissed thump of her food against the branch she was standing on, swiftly followed by a couple of more. The laughter was cut horribly short as a crack of wood replaced it, and with a flail of limbs trying to get hold of the trunk the young girl started to fall with the branch she was on giving way from beneath her. Her companions were too stunned to react properly at first until Mjara impacted back-first against one of the broader limbs back first, and lay distressingly still.

Einar and Shar both were nearly screaming out their friend's name when they finally got the sense to start rushing down towards her, nearly slipping from the tree themselves in the process. She was still breathing when they got there, but only just barely. "I.. I am going to go get help! Maybe one of the huntresses can get her back to the healer in time!" Shar's words fall out with a tremble before she left a silent Einar knelt next to his battered friend.

When words did finally reach the boy's lips, it was a string of pleas to any power that would listen. From promises of better behavior, to do as he was told, on down to swearing to Mjara he'd never make her eat another beetle if she'd just wake up. The palms of his hands work back and forth over the unconscious form, as if somehow he'd find someway to make it all better if he looked hard enough. It was in one of these passes that a trickle of understanding hit him, his palms swiftly moving back to her core. Even though his eyes were half blinded by rivers of tears, he thought he could almost see where Mjara was broken. Not sight so much as just being able to read along the lines of the aether that made up his friend, and where the flow was wrong.

The boy didn't understand why he could suddenly grapple with this new sense, nor did he care to linger on the how's and why's of the moment. Panic over his friend and raw instinct drove him into reaching out with that sense, using his own aether to reach down into Mjara's own. It was rough and sloppy, a task entirely too grand for someone's first feeling out of such power, but Einar was driven as he forced the other viera's aether back into the correct shape and current, like lining out the path of a damned up river. And with that flow of corrective energy, so too came a mending of flesh and bone. Too much, too quickly to the point that the girl would end up spending days in bed finishing recovering and fighting off aether sickness, but such things were secondary to the relief ripping up through up in a cry as his friend coughed hard a couple of times and sucked in gasping breaths.

[gvnbreaker]

Prompt #06. First Steps

As fate would have it, she and the coeurl who found her were very much alike.

Willful and ever hungry, her appetite bottomless, Mjara devoured even the largest catfish with ease. Some days, they were lucky enough to happen upon a stray deer. Aja chose ones whose mottling had long-since passed and used their antlers for a bow, their hides for cured pelts to soften where they slept.

Coeurls were rarely tamed by her tribe. Everything she learned was at the end of Mjara’s quickly growing teeth, or an errant paw to the face when she played rough. Even with a haunch of meat as a reward, Mjara often took to ignoring her, one ear swiveled in Aja’s direction as she laid on a branch, head rested on her paws. Sometimes she would steal Aja’s things and stare at her in challenge, tail playfully raised, just so she would chase her.

Eventually, she was no longer a starving, young thing. She grew into her paws, but her one, stubby whisker never grew. Eventually, bites fierce enough to scar, bites of fear, became gentler nips of warning or affection, with a rough, wide tongue on her forehead to wake her most mornings. Even the tamest coeurls were of course, at their core, wild beasts, Aja knew. Moons passed and she stood at her side instead.

But once or twice, Mjara would sink her teeth reflexively into her forearm. She had been hurt by those like her once. Aja understood.

[khojin-arulaq]

we did it!!!!!!!!!

ft. @jaliqai-and-company

[merlwybs-wife]

LFRP: Mjara Phovent (Marsnek Miret)

Basic Stuff —

Name: Mjara Phovent (Marsnek Miret)

Age: 58

Birthday: November 17th //  17th sun of the 6th astral moon

Race: Viera -> Veena

Gender: Genderqueer (he/they)

Sexuality: Homosexual

Relationship Status: Widowed

Carrd Link

Physical Appearance —

Hair: Purple, layered with fringe; slightly asymmetrical, swooped to one side.

Eyes: Gold

Height: 5′10″

Build: Lissome; Svelte 

Distinguishing Marks: Strikingly feminine figure; wider-set hips, narrow shoulders. 

Personal —

Hobbies: Fashion, Sewing, Embroidery, Dancing

Languages: Common/Eorzean

Residence: Ishgard

Birthplace: ?? 

Religion: Why do you ask? He worships Halone, of course. Like any proper Ishgardian. Halone be praised.

Patron Deity: Rhalgr

Fears: “I am afforded my secrets, dear.”

Tropes: femme fatale, black widow, caged bird

Relationships —

Children: He couldn't even keep a plant alive, let alone a child.

Parents: Status unknown.

Siblings: Older brother- status unknown.

Other Relatives: None he is aware of.

Pets: None. If he could manage it, he'd love a bird-- but settles for visiting a large aviary in a botanical garden.

Traits —

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

vivacious. charming. enigmatic. Mjara prides himself on his artistry and intellect, a man of entertainment and hedonism. He wields his wit like a dagger, and isn't afraid to twist salt into any wound he deems proper to leave.

Hooks —

Black Widow: Though there is no substantial evidence to prove the true nature of the late viscount Etienne Phovent's death, it is an unquestionable "fact" within Ishgard that Mjara had a heavy-handed role in the matter.

Jewel of the Crown: Those who might have a finger on the pulse of the underbelly of Ishgard might have heard the Viera's name floated around amongst a particular criminal syndicate, The Crown. again, it seems any amount of proof is lost to the wind.

Burlesque Beauty: Though it would hardly be seen as an infamous act outside of Ishgard, many know Mjara's preferred moniker, Marsnek Miret, of which he dons for his touring, avant-garde burlesque performances outside of Ishgard. he's known to give a private show for interested parties, including some of his peerage-- whatever truly transpires there is something of scandal.

Something Wicked. Those who might be any sensitive to aether would perhaps realize something about Mjara is... not quite right. it's subtle, make no mistake, but undoubtedly curious to those who catch it. (note that this does not apply to void-affiliated characters. i will privately disclose what his aether reads as to such players)

Seeking —

Ishgardian nobles who may have known Mjara prior to his husband's passing.

Ishgardian nobles who would enjoy some criminal ties, such as information brokering. (Or would otherwise rather have a more "pleasant" and "less suspicious" liaison between themselves and a criminal syndicate)

Ishgardian criminals, preferably those who might be interested in playing a role in The Crown.

Those who might be willing to form a connection with him outside of Ishgard, primarily Ul'dah.

NOT SEEKING a romantic relationship, but would be fine with a friends with benefits type thing.

General OOC —

I’m Scully, a 30 year old AFAB agender individual (she/they) who has been writing for… idk 18 years or so.

Please only inquire about RP if you are 21+

Themes I enjoy: occult, horror, drama, romance, criminal, dark, slice of life, & more

I’m in PST, generally available from 9am/10am - 6pm, after which I get too tired to start RP in-game.

Due to my health, I prefer discord RP atm.

My DMs are open! No need to ask.

Reblogs/Boosts appreciated!

[spriggyn]

gonna start uploading some doodles from twitter! and start getting my tags in order~