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[thepringlesofblood]

Find Out Your Ceresian Senator Name!

(made with love, the d20 gang put a lot of work into diversifying character names, & as I was doing my etymology post I noticed similarities but no clear formula so I thought I’d write one for funsies)

First Name: The first letter of the street you grew up on (if you didn’t grow up on a street feel free to use a town/city name, or a landmark!).

I included alternates for gender reasons - a/o means the name can end with either a or o depending on your preference, e.g. Emilio vs Emilia. You can probably also throw an -e at the end of some of them if (like me) you wanna be a bit nonbinary about it.

A - Aurelius (Adria, Andrea) B - Bianca (Bacchus, Basilla) C - Cara (Cassius, Camila/o) D - Dominic (Donatella/o, Daniela) E - Emanuel (Emanuela, Emilia/o,  Eduardo) F - Francisco (Fabrizia/o, Fiero) G - Giuseppe (Graciela, Gio) H - Hercules (Hero, Hermes) I - Ignazia/o (Imelda, Isabella) J - Jupiter (Jiovanni, Juno) K - Katarina (Kronos, Celeste) L - Lorenzo (Luca, Loretta) M - Marco (Messina, Manuela) N - Nunzio (Natalia, Nico) O - Oliverio (Ouranos, Roberta/o) P - Patrizia/o (Paula/o, Pallas) Q - Quirinus (Pietro, Ricarda/o) R - Rizzo (Rafaela/Rafael, Renata) S - Silvio (Sabina/e, Serafina/o) T - Titian (Tullia/o, Terra) U - Ulysses (Urania/Uranus, Rosetta) V - Valentina/o (Venus, Vesta, Vesuvio) W - Luigi (Mario, Rosalina) X - Xanto (Romeo, Diana, Apollo) Y - Ylenia (Saturn/Saturnus, Minerva) Z - Zappa (Mars, Melete, Diana)

Last name: The last letter of your favorite food

A - Bucatini B - Capellini C - Bavette D - Matriciani E - Pappardelle F - Scialatelli G - Spaghettini H - Tagliatelle I - Trenetti J - Vermicelli K - Anelli L - Cascatelli M - Castellane N - Cavatappi O - Farfalle P - Garganelli   Q - Passatelli R - Paccheri S - Rigatoni T - Strozzapretti U - Testaroli V - Cannelloni   W - Agnolini X - Cappaletti Y - Fagottini Z - Sacchettoni

Voila! Now just put “Senator” (or another Roman govt position if you want) in front of it. I’m Senator Andrea Trenetti!

I also did some optional funsies for those of us with dice we never get to use:

Roll 1d20 


If it lands on a 1, you are straight up a loaf of bread. use the Bread Table under the cut


If it lands on a 2-10, you are a pasta dish. Use the last name chart for your first name, and use the Pasta Dish Table under the cut for your last

If you roll a nat 20, you are may choose b/w

a popular snack food. Use the Snack Table under the cut
. 

you can also use the first name chart and use the snack table for your last name if you want

a Ceresian folk deity. not a senator anymore, but arguably funnier. Use the Deity Table under the cut

otherwise, use tables above as normal.


In The Ravening War, all of the senators also got “tribune” titles like “Tribune of Triscutia” - if you want one of those, you can either:

Use the last name table but use first letter of your favorite food

Use either the Bread, Pasta Dish, or Snack table under the cut

Bread Table

Roll 1d12 or use your birth month

1. Panettone (you have a little Candian on your mother’s side of the family) 2. Muffuletta 3. Pane rustico 4. Panino 5. Pita 6. Tortano 7. Baguette 8. Ciambella 9. Fugassa 10. Friselle 11. Crescentina 12. Boule

Pasta Dish Table

Roll 1d20 or how many mozzarella sticks do you think you could eat in one sitting? (if you can’t eat mozzarella sticks imagine carrot sticks instead)

1. Arrabiatta 2. Amatriciana 3. Bolognese 4. Capresi   5. Bottarga 6. Indiavolati 7. Siracusani 8. Scarpariello 9. Boscaiola 10. Fagioli 11. Lucchesi 12. di Mare 13. Napoletana 14. Puttanesca 15. Ragu   16. Sorrentina 17. Tartufo 18. Valtellina 19. Zucca 20. Cacio-pepe

Snack Table

Roll 1d6, or rate the last movie you saw from 0-5 stars (or 1-6 if you don’t want to do math)

Tostito(s)

if you like you can also use Fritos or Dorito(s)

Chex (you can add a last name that describes the kind of Chex if you want)

Pepperidge (like Pepperidge farms)

Ritz

Kellogg (you can add a last name that describes the kind of Kellogg’s food item if you want)

General Mills

you can forgo the “Senator” title if you so chose and just be “General Mills”

the ancient Roman govt Ceresia is based on had a lot of interplay between the military and the government so like. Generals still have govt. sway.

you could also just be “Senator Mills”

Deity Table

Roll 1d6 or tbh just pick which one you like they’re all fun

you are now known as Ben the Original, but you have never forgotten your past life as Uncle Ben.

you are Little Miss Sunbeam, a maiden goddess of light and happiness

you are the Triple God, the Holy Trinity, and your aspects are Snap, Crackle, and Pop

you are a Keebler elf, one of a large family of forest spirits hidden deep in the mountains on the border of Candia and Ceresia

you are Umaemon, an otherworldly cat-like being with unknowable powers and dual aspects of both cat and human.

you are the Pillsbury Doughboy. 

[rhilyn-edits]

Rafaela Rizzo

@dark-driver

[jancisstuff]

Watching Lune be Lune-y with a Dodo

[pom-friend]

Drawing of a bud's really good Highlander, Rizzo, as a surprise gift for her birthday.

[scholar-thief]

[ RP LOG ]

Momori shares a meal with Rafaela Rizzo.

Momori is seemingly passed out in front of a barrel drum hobo fire.

Rafaela came stamping by, each footstep thudding heavily on the stonework, before she stopped, and spotted Momori. A few more tenative steps, and she drew closer, before intoning, "Hey, you good? You, uh... need a blanket, or something?"

Momori - Upon closer inspection, Rizzo would be able to notice that Momori is, in fact, breathing. Sleeping like a dead person. But despite how eerily still she is, the lalafell wakes up the moment Rizzo says something. She jolts into a defensive stance, weapons drawn at lightning speed.

Momori: “Who’s there?!”

Rafaela does flinch from the newly found power stance, nor from the drawn weapons. She does, however, blink once, and stare blankly at Momori. "Alright," she says, sounding bemused. She continued to stare, before saying, "You hungry?"

Momori gives Rizzo a hard look (which, in reality, is her base expressionless face with 1% of spicy mixed into it). Wordlessly, she sheaths her daggers. “Rizzo, right? I’ve seen you around.” Momori looks slightly red, though she shows not a ilm of embarrassment otherwise. “I could do with some food.”

Rafaela gave her a curt nod. "That's me. C'mon." She turned on her heel and started her heavy, deliberate march away. "I don't think I caught your name in the times I've seen you around. But I'm not the best at names to begin with."

Momori: “Momori,” she says, as she follows the other woman. Rizzo’s pace is just slightly slower than her own, and so every so often she stops, or walks in a meandering zigzag, to ensure she doesn’t overtake her.

Rafaela came around the campsite, and to a small fire, way off to the side, that was definitely here. She set about stoking the flames, and dealing with some foodstuffs set nearby. "Your armor looks from the far east," she said, as the fire started coming back alive. "What's up with that."

Momori looks longingly at the various foods that Rizzo has laid out. She could appreciate someone who responded to unconscious acquaintances with free food. “Oh, my armor? It certainly is inspired by shinobi wear, but it’s actually made in Ul’dah.” She holds up her sleeve. “That’s what’s up.”

Rafaela made a face. "Ul'dah," she echoed, the way someone would, when saying the name of an ex-lover. "You from there? I grew up in that city." She went about pushing some dodo meat onto a skewer and placing it over the fire.

Momori nods. She picks up on Rizzo’s sentiment, and gives her a small, knowing smile in response. “It’s home. And it’s nice meeting someone else who feels that way too out here, though something tells me you may think otherwise.”

Momori kneels down to the fire to watch the kabob cook. Flames flicker in the reflection of her vacant, glassy eyes.

Rafaela scoffed once, but then simmered somewhat. "Me and the Jewel of the Desert don't have the happiest history. You know how it can be. Don't have money already, the chances of getting it are slim." She went around preparing other fixings as she let the meat roast over the fire.

Momori doesn’t say anything, silence given as a quiet understanding. “If you don’t mind me asking, how did you make it out then? So many times I’ve seen the poor fall deeper into poverty. Into Monetarists schemes and exploitation.” Momori seems distant.

Rafaela hummed, as she still worked through the process of making Momori a meal. "I got out in a way I wouldn't ask most people. I had to serve a sentence in the Bloodsands. When I got out, I had a decent enough reputation, that I finally found work as a bodyguard and mercenary. So I just. Did that. Which isn't feasible for people with gentle dispositions or frail constitutions. So hardly a universal experience."

Momori ‘s lips draw into a thin frown. “Ah, the Bloodsands. A cruel and unforgiving place. I do what I can to help the less fortunate in Ul’dah but…” Momori shrugs. “There are days I wonder if the city will forever remain a broken cycle. Of the rich and poor. Perhaps the only way forward is to tear it all down and start over.”

Momori: “But these are just the random musings of a single lalafell. So, what’s for dinner?”

Rafaela sighed a little. "I'd not be against tearing it all down," was all she said on the matter. At the question, she turned back to Momori and answered. "Roasted bird, with an herb rub. I was just in Ul'dah, so expect a taste from home, if you will. Should be decently spicy." She plucked the skewer off of the fire, then, and started the next process of adding Raubahn's Twelve Herbs and Spices.

Momori: “OH.” Momori’s eyes widen slightly. “Nice.”

Momori simply watches Rizzo hard at work, but there’s something itching away at the back of Momori’s mind. What is the protocol for building trust in these situations? Ah, yes. “Do you need any assistance?”

(Momori) nice B) (Rafaela) lmfao (Rafaela) I love her (Momori) *reads off script* how do you do fellow human

Rafaela replied easily, "Nah," as she now let the bird breasts sit somewhere to cool a little. She maintained a steady wall, in a way, not really letting Momori in too much. "What do you do on the Voyage, anyhow," she asked, moving to sit down properly.

Momori: “Fine with me.” Momori wraps her arms around her knees, gloved hands clasped. Content to simply consume. “Oh, I’m a part of the research team. Looking over artifacts, recording keeping, all things that place slowly in dim light. Fun.” She actually seems serious about it being fun, despite her wording.

Momori: “What about yourself? Guard of some sort? Here just because Livia is?”

Rafaela said, with no hint of irony, "I'm a student." She rose, and promptly made two servings of the spiced bird, and then walked around the fire, and held out a plate for Momori, before plopping down next to her. "Livia joined before I did, and for her own reasons. I'm just learning family traditions from Nathaniel."

Momori takes the plate and begins to dig in. A genuine smile spreads on her face as the familiar flavors comfort her like an old, and deeply missed, friend. She scarfs it down like some feral gremlin.

Momori: “Oh, traditions. Cool.” She says between bites, mouth full. “Have you seen the Father lately though? Man’s been through the ringer. Can’t imagine he’s able to teach for now.”

Rafaela ate much the same way Momori did, as she considered her question. "No, I haven't seen him. He's denied most visitors." She paused in her meal, to look off to the side. "And in fairness, he's not really been teaching me Ahsan traditions for some time now. Things got very pressing, very quickly. I'm fine with it. I'm a better basher than a student."

Momori: “I figured as much. He’s lucky to be alive.” Momori takes a momentary respite from inhaling food. “Things still /are/ pressing. We’ve suffered losses, the enemy has the Heart. We’re without clear direction. But we’ll see what happens.”

Momori hums to herself. “A basher. I never would’ve guessed.” She gives the exceedingly POWERFUL woman a glance.

Rafaela gave a small laugh, though there was little humor in it. "I know I looked more like a poet, from the start." She picked at her food a moment, considering the woman's words. "We'll get the Heart back, I'm sure of it. At the very least, we will deprive them of it. I know more or less what Nathaniel hopes for, but my own preference is for no one to have the damn thing, and for it to be rendered inert."

Momori: “I never judge based on appearances. But you seem to me like a gentle songbird, who would play instruments most delicate.” Momori tilts her head slightly, mischievous energy abound.

Momori ponders Rizzo’s last statement. “The Heart could be used for great evil or great good. It depends on who wields it. We should not waste that potential.”

Rafaela huffed, once. "If it's used for good today, it'll be used for evil, tomorrow. The work of the Allagans has only planted seeds for men of weak dispositions to wield their toys with all the pride and ignorance of a toddler. It might not ruin our day, if we keep it in 'good' hands, but it could very easily ruin someone else's, years down the line."

Momori shakes her head. “That potential for good outweighs any cost. To shift the status quo, or bring succor to deserving communities. Which is why we need to get the Heart back soon.” Momori looks down at her now empty plate. “Thanks for the food, by the way! Let me make something for you next time.”

Rafaela clearly and visibly disagreed, but left it at that. "You're welcome,"  came another curt reply. "If you feel so inclined, I'd be fine with that." She shifted, a little, setting her plate aside. "For now, I'm going to tend to some work that needs doing. You can stick around, if you want, or not. Up to you."

[dark-driver]

Seeking Resolution

Major backstory spoilers lie below for Rizzo! Look only if you want.

“Get up.” 

The words rang around my head, and brought a sharp pain with them. It was a searing sensation, like the voice came from within my head, instead of without. Such was the state I was in, as I opened my eyes to greet a dimly lit cage, buried deep in a cave. Thanalan. That’s where I last remember being. ...Well, almost. The other place felt like a dream. Nothing about it seemed or felt real. My sense of time was distorted. How long had I been unconscious? I tried very hard to find my bearings, sitting up where I was left prone. Wrists were shackled; bound by chains. Annoying. Chafing. 

“Get. Up.”

There she was again. I looked around a moment, and finally spotted in the gloom, a dark figure, fully armored, and standing outside of my cage. I felt compelled to answer her, rising to my feet on unsteady legs.

“Break your binds.” The voice came firm, almost angry, as she stared at me through her visor. 

“It’s… metal. I can’t just ‘break’ it.” My reply was weak, spoken hoarsely, as I finally realized how dry my throat was. 

The soldier stood stock still, uncannily so, as she grabbed the bars of the cage and hissed at me, “Break your chains, or die in this place. You have one choice to live, and it will be taken from you if you do not act now.” 

The firmness at which she spoke startled me. Her voice rattled through me to my core and sparked a sense of adrenaline. I looked down at my wrists and pushed them apart. Pain greeted me immediately. After a moment of fruitless effort, I looked plainly back to the soldier. “I-I can’t. It’s too strong.” 

“Listen here, Rafaela.” That she knew my name was jarring all in itself. “I am giving you one last chance to do this before I do it for you.” 

She gave me an option in that. One I didn’t know I had. “Then… then do it for me!” I cried. 

Her voice became loud, overwhelming, filling every part of me as she said, “Then step aside.” 

I wish I could explain the sensation. I wish I could recall exactly what it felt like. But it was nothing that words can describe. The soldier was gone, fast as I’d seen her. In its place was a burning, passionate anger. My muscles, my mind, my vision were all consumed by a strict, primal desire to free myself and live. But more than that; I had to punish those who marred my face, and sent me to that distant place. 

My arms pulled outward, and the chains broke into pieces. The cage was in front of me, now, and lasted about as long, my hands prying it open and breaking the lock. Strength I did not know was coursing through me as I marched with malice out of my confinement. I was greeted by a man in a robe. I recognized him. He was who brought me to that altar. Seeing me moving, active, was a shock to him, and the fear I saw in his eyes brought me an unfamiliar sense of delight. I felt the flames of thaumaturgy dance over my skin, but the pain ended quickly. There was no lasting hurt, and more importantly, no obstacle in approaching my jailer. 

He lacked the luxury of determination that I did. I left him in pieces.

My vision blurred; I was possessed by purpose, by rage. As I passed by the rows of cages, I could scarcely comprehend the idea that others endured what I did. The thought of more people seeing what I saw compelled me to rip off the locks of each as I moved by, barely breaking my stride. I have never felt so much direction in my life. The anguish within me was wielded like a weapon, as I became a shield for those who followed in my shadow, afraid to get in my way. 

Not all of the Lambs fell to my hand. Some knew better than to try. They escaped. For now. 

As I led who I had out of the caves, we came upon the entrance, and I saw the open sky for the first time in what felt like years. But it was not the sun that greeted me. All I saw was red; the clouds tinted by distant fire, and the moon much, much closer than it should be. 

Hear…

Feel…

Think...

Another voice. Unfamiliar. Deal with it later. As I turned to the company I had freed, I urged them away from the moon. I knew this territory, unfortunate as my reasons were. Though they cowed from my barked orders, they knew better than to linger. 

As we crested the cliff to safety, I gave the moon one last look, only to see it explode in a hail of fire and destruction. For this, I simply turned to shepherd the rest of those poor souls as far from that angry god as I could. 

The anger soon subsided and survival took over. Healing, then, had only just begun for everyone.

[myymsaetayuun]

👪 - A song that embodies my muse’s relationship (with Rizzo!)

There is something to be said about the intimacy of Friendship. As a culture [Western, specifically the US] we often equate intimacy with lovers and partners. You can’t offer yourself to someone and love them as just a friend, cause it’s always gotta be something more. I’m here to say that is utter bullshit. This song is exactly the relationship that Myym’sae and Rizzo have as best friends.

Something about this song also just really resonates with how Rizzo and her darkside interact with loved ones. The duality of the voice, the reverb that gives the illusion of more than one voice singing? You cannot convince me that there is a better song out there that represents how Myym’sae and Rizzo interact. How important her friendship really is to him. For me? This is Rafaela speaking to Myym.

[sirensbounty]

In Search of Allagan Nonsense

Several research groups have been dispatched to survey the area surrounding a newly uncovered facility. Your team will be in charge of searching what we believe is the northern most of the compound. Above ground you will be required to make regular readings to send back to camp. Possible aggressive flora and fauna means you may wish to bring a team for protection. Enter the Sirens...

Participants: T'ashir Greyfang, Red Gentelman, Rafaela Rizzo, Abacus Glitchtrigger

[jancisstuff]

Welcoming the Dawn Event

"Dalmasca lives on."

June 2020

[rhilyn-edits]

Rafaela Rizzo

@dark-driver

[jancisstuff]

[jancisstuff]

The Choice

“... let’s get this over with, shall we?”

[jancisstuff]

Meeting Antoine

[jancisstuff]

Rabbit Maps!

[dark-driver]

A commission of Rafaela Rizzo herself, by the extremely generous and powerful @jelly-phile. Adding both versions because I like both and can’t pick a favorite.

[sirensbounty]