#scarred coeurl

[smolcatte]

Let the music play! I would dance away— Dance till the dawn of the bright young day! Wild notes are sounding—swift lights are glancing, And I—I am mad with the rapture of dancing— Mad with a breathless delight. With thine arm to enfold me, Thy strong hand to hold me, I could dance through an endless night.

--Anonymous

[verysmallcyborg]

Fornax Val'ethtue

B A S I C S

Name: Fornax Val'ethtue (or Fyrstyrn [fire star] Dotharl, when thinking of the two naming conventions)

Nicknames: They don't have much nicknames, however friends that know Fornax well enough can call them "Lily" (Delmira especially calls them that, this is because of their association with the flower), otherwise only Ryss gets to call her sea puppy or treasure

Age: 37 (by Endwalker)

Nameday: 5th Sun of the 1st Umbral Moon

Race: Sea Wolf Roegadyn + Xaela Au Ra (au roe, if you will. tehe)

Gender: Non-binary Butch (she/they)

Orientation: Lesbian

Profession: Outside of WoL responsibilities... bodyguard and marksman

P H Y S I C A L     A S P E C  T S

Hair: Black with a bunch of grey hairs. If it's short, it's spiky and either has the sides and the lower back of it shaved down, or they have their sideburns. If it's longer, then it's generally messy and uneven with a "wild" look.

Eyes: Black sclera, slit pupils, and vibrant orange. Fornax's eyes only glow because their dad taught them how to apply limbal rings when she was young, but never learned how to accurately do it (or when to stop doing it, until there was a full glow) after his death.

Skin: Dark grey, has a black gradient starting at their forearms and goes all the way to their hands. Has a fair amount of scales, though some are broken and ripped off around scars.

Tattoos/scars: Decorated in scars all over their face and body, but the most notable ones are on their face, neck, and torso. Some of her face scars are from saving a coeurl kit from hunters, and briefly got mauled by its mother when returning it (they understood the protective instinct, but OUCH). The scars across their neck and chest was an incident that put them at deaths door, and then a large scar on their side is from... WELL. Ryss. :) Don't worry about it :)

Very important: their top scars!! Those tits: chopped off. Also the end of their tail (that doesn't have the top layer of thick scales) has a bite scar from the Major-General, no one believes them when they say a tiny shark with tiny legs bit them while fishing.

Fornax has a very subtle trail of faint orange stars on their back for a tattoo!

F A M I L Y

Parents: Unnamed Roegadyn mother & Xaela father. Her mom was a traveling merchant of sorts, while her dad was part of the Dotharl clan. Unfortunately, both were murdered while Fornax was young... :')

Siblings: No siblings

Grandparents: N/A (I don't think that far with family LOL)

In-laws and Other: No idea about in-laws, but for other: their lovely spouse, Ryssrael!!! :)

Pets: Befriends every stray and animal that they cross, but specifically, they have a little black coeurl and a baby amaro that follow them around.

S K I L L S

Abilities: Very skilled with a rifle and axes of any kind (WAR/MCH combo), though they are in their best element when within melee range. Weaponizes their teeth, claws, and tail as often as they can, and wields terrifying, brutal strength that amplifies when angered or under a need to win and/or survive. Best not to piss off a butch who could pull an entire ship with just them and their partner!!

Hobbies: LOVES cooking and all kinds of hands-on crafts, but specifically knitting and crocheting.

T R A I T S

Most Positive Trait: Their unwavering determination

Most Negative Trait: Has a self-destructive habit of fleeing and attempting to isolate themselves when hurt

L I K E S

Colors: Most warm colors, baby blue, black, and purple

Smells: Burning firewood, ocean breezes on the sunrise/sunset, the stinging metallic scent of blood, flowers in a field, freshly cooked food (especially stews and bread)

Textures: The subtle raised skin of old scars, the wool off of freshly sheared karakuls, tree bark, warm hands against their scales, horns, and tail

Drinks: Apple cider, hot chocolate, fruity beverages

O T H E R    D E T A I L S

Smokes: Not really, unless offered

Drinks: Only in good company/socially

Drugs: Recreationally? Maybe, otherwise nah

Mount Issuance: Still has their red chocobo (HEH...) but he spends his days sleeping and chilling in the garden of their yard. Nowadays they use a comically tiny airship.

Been Arrested: Several times by the Maelstrom and Flames, mostly when they were a teenager & young adult because of petty thefts and getting in trouble for some of the jobs they took on to scrape by. Fornax has gotten significantly better at escaping and hiding though, which is kinda funny when you wonder, how does anyone lose a 8ft/244cm tall au roe with a big ole tail?

Tagged by @hazelkjt and @cindernet-explorer!!! thank you <3

UHHHHHH i've seen most folks i follow be tagged already, so i'm pointing at the viewer. Your Turn

[selnyam]

refuse — for the single-word drive!

I was already working on a story in my head, so I used this to put it down and also made some poses to go with it. SPOILERS FOR DAWNTRAIL takes place after the MSQ

 A light evening rain was falling upon Tuliyollal.  It was a pleasant evening, the city going about it’s day to day.  Many were still reeling from the attacks, but the city had been defended thanks to the Dawnservants, so citizens were returning to life as usual.   One of the heroes who had helped the Vow of Resolve was sitting in her room at the For’ard Cabins.  The Viera woman had changed into some comfortable clothes, her armour and axe set aside until needed again.  A simple draped top and a pair of shorts, Flidais Oakclamber sat on the patio watching the rain.

Her mind was a whirl of emotions and thoughts.   This trip had started simple enough, be bodyguard to her adopted children the Leveilleur twins, and her best friend Krile.  Also to be advice and backup to the Third Promise Wuk Lamat on her Rite of Succession.  She’d almost refused the offer, not wanting to get involved in a foreign lands politics.  Some convincing from her wife and her wife’s boyfriend G’raha had changed her mind.  When else would she get this opportunity?  She wouldn’t be taking the lead, simply following and defending if needed.  One boat ride later and here she was.  The Rite of Succession had gone well, surprisingly.  For the most part Wuk Lamat, or Lamaty’i as she’d asked to be called, had done the work.  The Viera Warrior just nodding and helping when needed, only a few times needing to bring her axe and combat skills to bear.  In return she’d gotten to spend time with the twins and Krile.  Time they’d not had together in this relaxed way ever!   Then the rite was over and things changed. Another Shard had been fused to the Source, bringing with it an invading army led by Lamaty’i’s brother.  They’d traveled to that lightning scarred land and that’s where things took a downturn.  Flidais was honestly grateful Lamaty’i was still calling the shots.  She wouldn’t have been as open and accepting, giving in to the darker parts of herself and storming the King, Hells save whoever got in her way.  Now that was all over and the threat stopped.  Duty and need were done, and she was left alone with her thoughts.   Which is why she was watching the rain and fighting back tears. A soft knock at the door, and the familiar voice of Wuk Lamat called from the other side. “Flidais?  Are you in here?”  the Veira’s long floppy ears detected the sound of nervous shuffling outside then a second knock Came “I am coming in to check, Nobody has seen you in a day and we are worried.”  The door creaked open and Flidais turned her head, forcing a smile.  Wuk Lamat, the Vow of Resolve stepped into the room.  Instead of her usual clothing, she was wearing an orange floral patterned button up shirt and a coeurl patterned tanga around her waist.  Flidais blinked a few times, and waved her hand at the attire with a curious expression.  Lamaty’i looked down and smiled nervously

“This? Oh, Alisaie got them for me.  Said they would look good and that you would approve.”  She rubbed at the back of her head, long tail swishing anxiously.  Flidais chuckled and raised her hands to sign. [She was right.  You look good.]  the Viera’s smile slowly faded as she turned to look back out the storm as faint thunder rumbled.  Lamaty’i moved closer to the couch where Flidais was sitting.  “Are you alright?  Nobody has seen you and we are all worried.  Alphinaud and Shtola said I should give you space, but… I…”  She trailed off and looked out at the rain, then back to the door.  “I can go if you need space.”  She turned to leave but Flidais reached up and caught her arm.  The Viera slowly shook her head, then gently tugged her hand until the Hrothgar sat next to her.  The pink haired woman held her hand for a moment longer, collecting herself.  It was reminiscent of a dirigible flight they had taken during the Rite.  Carefully and slowly Flidais let go, raising her hands to start to sign.  She went slowly, as Lamaty’i was still learning how the mute warrior communicated, and it was hard to express the turmoil of thoughts in her mind. [I have told I lost my memories?]  She started, thinking of the boat ride here from Sharlyan and getting to know each other.  Talking about some of her past adventures. Her wife Metrina, Krile, and the twins helping teach Wuk Lamat basic finger spelling, many notebooks being filled when writing to speak was easier.  Lamaty’i nodded, gaze focused on the Viera’s scarred and calloused hands.  She continued [I lost them years ago.  Never returned.  Taking memories…]  She hesitated and her hands shook.  

Lamaty’i reached behind them to a nearby desk, where a notebook and pen sat.  She handed it to Flidais, a soft expression on her face.  Flidais signed her thanks, her hands shaking too much to fingers spell accurately.  Slowly she wrote onto the paper, with her friend waiting patiently.  “It horrified and terrified me.  To be so accepting of having memories removed.  Especially those of loved ones!”  she took a deep breath then wrote some more “that wasn’t the hardest part though.  I feel awful for this, but I could scarcely watch you all.  Seeing you with Namikaa, Krile getting to meet her parents, Cahcuia.”  a few tears fell on to the paper, and Lamaty’i placed her hand on the Viera’s shoulder.  “There is no family for me.  I’ll never meet my parents, never learn who they were. And K'shai, Ysayle... I'll never get to say…”  she started crying, unable to continue writing.  The Vow of Resolve gently took the notebook and read it.  Then she reached over, arms wrapping around Flidais in a tight hug.  As the rain splattered and fell on to the deck nearby the two women simply held each other.  Flidais cried and cried, shoulders shaking as she vented her fears, frustration, and loss. After what felt like long moments the Viera took a deep breath and pulled back, wiping at her eyes.  Wuk Lamat softly smiled and spoke.

“Thank you for sharing with me.  I wish we had known in the moment, we could have supported you then.  It would not have taken away from our moments.  You are very important to us! We… I love you.”  The lionesses' ears dropped a little, and she shyly looked away. “I mean that you know.  Not just as family.  Over our time together I developed feelings for you.  It is why I asked you to stay.”  She suddenly waved her arms, trying to play it off.  Flidais wiped a tear away, looking to the woman in front of her as she stammered and continued. “I know you can’t stay, that you have other partners.  I  don’t want to get in the way of that or.. or… “  her words were cut off as Flidais hugged her again, squeezing her in her muscular warrior’s arms.  Then to the Dawnservants surprise, The Warrior of Light kissed her.  A soft lingering kiss, which Lamaty’i returned once her surprise wore off.  Flidais pulled back, her hands moving forward to sign [Please.  I can’t promise anything. Please.  I can’t sleep alone tonight.  Stay?]  Gently Lamaty’i pressed her forehead to the Viera’s, smiling from ear to ear. “How can I refuse?”

[savage-rhi]

Giving them permission to do something they wouldn't let anyone else do. Noct let's prompto draw on the scars on his back

In the quiet evening, Noctis sits with his back exposed, his muscles taut beneath the skin. His silence carries a rare offering—permission, something he doesn't grant easily.

The scars mapping Noctis's back are etched into him like open books, each a chapter of hard-learned lessons.

The jagged line running down his spine recalls a reckless attempt to take down a Coeurl single-handedly, only for Gladio to step in at the last moment, pulling him from the jaws of death.

Lower down, puncture wounds from a Reapertail sting are reminders of Ignis's forewarning, something he dismissed until it was too late.

Each scar carried a moment where his pride left him vulnerable, pride unbefitting for a future king.

There was one person whose warnings Noctis always heeded—Prompto. Unlike the others, Noctis has never collected scars from defying him. Perhaps that's why he lets Prompto do what no one else can—touch the wounds, not in pity, but with an understanding only someone closer to Noctis's age could relate with: boys who wanted to prove their worth.

As Prompto's fingers trace over the raised bumps, there's a trust in the silence between them. When he begins to draw over the scars with ink, it's more than an act of creativity; it's a quiet ritual. The ink is cool and smooth against Noctis's skin, and its essence lingers long after he washes off. It's a fleeting reminder that nothing is permanent—not mistakes, scars, or touch—and that he too will fade someday. So it was best to take as many pictures with him as possible, even if only in memory.

For a moment, Noctis lets go. In Prompto's hands, he feels something rare: safe. He can breathe briefly and be a young and foolish boy without the burden of being a king.

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[tarynistic]

Looking for an RP

Khona Jaab

THE BASICS ––

Age: 27

Nameday: 11th Sun of the 6th Umbral Moon

Race: Keeper of the Moon Miqo'te

Gender: Female

Pronouns: She/Her

Sexuality: Bisexual

Marital Status: Married ( Aymeric npc shipping)

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE ––

Skin: Pale

Hair: brown/ purple pink

Eyes: dark and light purple

Height: 5 foot and 2 inches

Build: Slim, big-breasted, toned muscles

Distinguishing Marks: scar under left eye (from fight with gaius), she always wears a purple flower on the right side (given to her by Aymeric)

PERSONAL ––

Profession: Adventurer, Warrior of Light/Darkness

Hobbies: music, weaver, botanist

Residence: (old) limsa lominsa (new) Ishgard

Patron Deity: Nymeia

RELATIONSHIPS ––

Spouse/Significant Other: Aymeric (as of post Endwalker)

Children: non

Parents: Nhagi Jaab (mother)

Other Relatives: (sisters) Masha, Nhago, Seda ( Khona is the youngest)

Pets: Nicias (Khonas chocobo); Nugget, Khona's carbuncle blueberry

IMPORTANT  ––

need to be 18+

need to be ok with horror/gore

need to be okay with angst

need to be ok with smut

CONTACT INFORMATION  ––

Server: Coeurl (Crystal)

IGN: Khona Jaab

Timezone: EDT (GMT-4)

can contact me on here or on discord at Tarynistic

Seeking: Looking for someone to RP my WOL with. It would be My WOL and Aymeric. Looking for a long-term rp because I would love for the character to grow. If you have a character ship that you would like to rp we can as well. Rp for and Rp. I rp on discord. When I rp I tend to do short replies but I can get a little longer to about a paragraph.

[umbral-dominant]

There, a very simple reference sheet for Aramis \o/ [additional pic are just cut ups of the info-specific parts]

Most of the basic stuff as it relates to his scarring and scale-discoloration. Almost all of the 'scales' are present only on his Right Side, though at hip it curves over, and there is some starting to show on his left hand.

My favourite scar is his 'first one' which it's the four claw marks across his face; cause he's an idiot who likes cats. Made him look scary to other people though considering his demeanour. At least he's not lying when he says a Coeurl gave it to him...

As for his Collar, he has attempted to break it off before - but it has no lock, and no seams he can reach [as they're covered] - and when he tries to brute force it, he feels like he's suffocating [under the weight of his own aether]. More too it, but that's a different post to make.

Clothing wise! (As I'll make a different ref for that I suppose) Assume he'll usually be wearing high collar shirts, longer sleeves, and hoods in public areas. Shirt buttons being done up don't like him tho and that's a running gag.

\o/ But yeah! Simple thing for a lovely fool!

[hazelkjt]

Felt like taking a shot with all my OCs, so uhhh

Wanna give thanks to my friend @iron-sparrow for enabling my madness in making all these characters and having blogs for all of them. I hate you for not stopping me love you!

Little descriptions of each below

From left to right- Claire Ashe- Mercenary and Lemure who is currently under contract aboard the merchant ship The Enduring Deeds. While officially hired just as a deckhand she pulls double time as the ship's cook. Pureblooded Garlean who defected after witnessing the callousness of the Garleans towards the subjected people of Ala Mhigo. Keeps her identity as a Garlean hidden with the use of her headband she never takes off. Hazel Kha- The one and only. Steppe hunter and warrior who followed her dream and left home in search of knowledge and adventure. Currently working as the assistant of Nolanel Corbeaux on his research into Dynamis. An insatiable curiosity, anything that is a new experience for her is something she will almost never turn down. Exploding Goldfish- Crew member and self appointed Chief Engineer aboard The Enduring Deeds. Maintains the equipment aboard the merchant vessel while spending his free time inventing new ways to not have to work as hard on the open water. Builds and maintains all his own equipment, including his own prosthetic. His face was scarred and his arm was lost in two separate incidents. E'venna Zekiel- Fighter in the Ul'dahn Coliseum fights, nicknamed "The Dancing Coeurl." Grew up the oldest sister of five to a single mother, her life is one of making ends meet yet her cheery disposition and ever present optimism wouldn't lead you to believe that. Good and close friends with Hazel after the two had a match, E'venna coming out victorious.

Derrinall Evramont- Duskwight and an Ashkin from the time before Gelmorra fell. Resurrected in modern day for reasons he does not know by someone he cannot recall. Currently employed as a member of House Amelune's staff, doubling as both servant and Captain of the House's knights.

[thevikingwoman]

Meryta Khatin

tagged by @redwayfarers @gatheredfates @ubejamjar thank you!

it has been awhile so I have no idea who has done this or not yet, sorry! tagging forward to @syrcus @greyyourwarden @roguelioness @lilbittymonster @lilas (for Eko maybe if you did this)

B A S I C S

Name: Meryta Khatin

Nicknames: Her family calls her Mer

Age: 26-27? (end ShB)

Nameday: 3rd Sun of the 6th Umbral moon

Race: Au Ra Xaela

Gender: Woman

Orientation: straight, demi-romantic

Profession: Carpenter, Leatherworker, Goldsmith, Fisher, Botanist. Miner, other DoH too. Warrior of Light, I guess.

P H Y S I C A L   A S P E C T S

Hair: green with yellow highlights, slightly wavy

Eyes: purple, light purple & glowy limbal rings

Skin: green, deep green/black scales, like the darkest jade

Tattoos/scars: various smaller one, not note worthy and fading fast. A bigger scar on her shoulder/chest. No tattooes

F A M I L Y

Parents: Meryta has two dads, happily together in their tribe. They are currently unnamed 😅She did run away from home, but reunited with her family during Stormblood

Siblings: 2 older siblings (not yet named). One of her sisters is married with a kid or two.

Grandparents: I have not thought about them before, but given her young age, they're probably still around and living with her tribe? Maybe one pair of them is with another tribe - I think that fit.

In-laws and Other: Brother in law (middle sister's husband). Nothing else. She considers Alisaie and Alphinaud the closets to younger siblings

Pets: coeurl kitten, pet hedgehog, probably some weird rock larvae...

S K I L L S

Abilities: archer, paladin, samurai, healing (ast), summoner (reluctantly). Rarely uses a gun, but knows how. Very skilled craftswoman and botanist

Hobbies: ... killing gods? Triple triad, fishing!

T R A I T S

Most Positive Trait: protective, optimist, self-sufficient

Most Negative Trait: naive (about politics specifically), self-sufficient (maybe not great at asking for help). While a general optimist and not self-destructive any anyway, she does think she'll die before she grows old.

L I K E S

Colors: purple, blue, lilac, brown

Smells: sawdust, cooking fires, roasted meat, lilacs, the sea

Textures: skin, silk, smooth wood, sand

Drinks: tea, cold water, salty tea

O T H E R    D E T A I L S

Smokes: nope

Drinks: only socially / rarely

Drugs: no

Mount Issuance: Company Chocobo, Black chocobo, Yol. Also likes using the manacutter

Been Arrested: nope

[elypiphoros]

About Elysea

Basics

• Forest Name: Ljotte Paro (no longer uses)

• Gender: Female

• Nameday: 24th Sun, Sixth Umbral moon.

• Age: 60's

• Race: Veena viera

• Alignment: Neutral Good

• Marital Status: Single, previously engaged

• Server: Coeurl

Appearance and Features

• Hair: Silvery-blue, medium length with bangs. She often braids her hair, and attempts to take care of it as well as she can on her travels. Her roots seem to have more blue, with most of the silver highlighted throughout and near the ends.

• Eyes: Blue/gray, though they glow brightly blue when she augments her spells with her own aether.

• Height: 6’3”

• Complexion: Smooth blushed alabaster skin, with a beauty mark and light freckles on her face.

• Face: A youthful face, belied by one that seems to carry much wisdom and hardship from her past. Almond shaped eyes that can give one a piercing hunter's gaze when necessary, with heavy eyelids that make her eyes appear darker than they truly are. Her small vieran nose has a longer bridge than normal, though mostly unremarkable. Her lips are bow-shaped, which she makes sure to take care of with balm that she makes herself. Despite her travels, she often applies simple makeup and attempts to keep herself presentable, a sign of sophistication despite her free-spirited mannerisms.

• Physique: Lithe and lean; a silhouette of gentle curves, long powerful legs, and natural muscle tone. Delicate hands and fingers that have shown signs of hardship in the past, but recently have been better treated. Preferring to travel by foot, and using her downtime to practice her swordsmanship, she is in great shape, and an excellent runner.

• Identifying Marks: Her body is littered with scars, with most being on her back, side, and arms. She typically dresses conservatively to hide them, though the most noticeable one is on her right forearm that is sometimes noticeable past the cuff of her sleeve. She has a small straight vertical scar on her jaw to the right of her chin as well that is only visible in certain lighting, that she covers with makeup often while in cities. Her face was mostly spared by the hardships she endured. The most gruesome scars on her back frequently cause her discomfort, even to this day.

• Language and Voice: Soft and velvety, her normal speaking voice is barely above a whisper, but can sometimes carry a deep, commanding weight when the situation calls for it. She is fluent in vieran forest speak and Dalmascan, but is working on her Eorzean. She speaks with a thick vieran (Scandinavian) accent, with some inflections and mannerisms of upper-class Dalmascan.

• Personal effects: At her back, she carries her well-used travel pack, which shows the signs of a long history of rugged use and recent repair. Within it, she carries most of her life possessions, such as her herbalism tools, rations, extra clothing, and more. Curiously, sheathed upon a belt that seems slightly too large for her, she keeps one of her most prized possessions: a Dalmascan knight's sword. The sword is polished, sharpened, and maintained pristine, and it seems that she takes extra care of it above many of her other belongings. She can sometimes be found welding a staff as well, though she does not always bring it on her travels. The rings she wears upon her fingers belonged to her sister, who was a war dancer in the Dalmascan resistance.

Personal life

• Residence: She was born in an outskirts village of the Skatay Range, and fled 30 years ago. Now a Dalmascan refugee in Eorzea, she has no place to call her own yet, but she currently stays with a friend and benefactor in Gridania, who offered her space within her residence.

• Relationships and Children: If asked, Elysea would say that she is single and not particularly looking, and that she has no gender preference, or rather, is bisexual. While she attempts to put on a happy demeanor for those she meets, it becomes evident quite quickly that she is lonely, but refuses to admit such. Elysea fawns over children, and her guard drops immediately around them. She longs to have some of her own and settle down some day, but would say that she doubts she ever will, due to her life situation and personal quest to find herself again.

• Occupation: While not officially employed, she acts as a wandering freelance healer and protector, and sells the herbs and valuables she finds along the way. She also volunteers her services to refugee settlement initiatives, as she is fluent in vieran forest speak and Dalmascan, and seeks to help others that have experienced displacement from the Garlean invasions, as she had.

• Relatives:

Yvitte: She speaks fondly of her great-grandmother Yvitte, who was a wise-woman, spiritualist, and leader of her home city. She passed away from natural causes when Elysea was a child.

Yrgotte: When asked of her mother, Yrgotte Elysea shuts down, as if reverting to the state of an abused child. Her relationship with her mother is extremely strained, and she wishes not to speak of her any more than that. She cares not whether her mother is still alive in the Skatay Range, or if she has passed in the time since she left.

Father: She never knew her father. When asked if she ever wonders about him, she says that she does, though it's not something that deeply interests her at this stage in her life.

Oryne: If asked of her siblings, Elysea's face flashes a brief moment of sorrow. Oryne, her younger brother, was taken by the Wood Warders when he came of age, and Elysea has never heard from or seen him since. Not a whisper of a rumor. She would say that she wishes to know if he is still alive, and if he has left the Warders, to reconnect someday.

Grmyr: Elysea responds with a tinge of sadness in her voice, but at the same time, smile as she stares back at you. Her younger sister was her best friend, and she believed that she was still with her always, one with nature now, as she would have wanted.

Danian Fal’thahn: Elysea says that her late fiancé, a Dalmascan knight and minor lord, was a noble and honorable man. He inspires her to stay in the light, and to keep her head up, even when she is at her lowest. She also feels that he is always with her, one with nature, like her sister.

Personality

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

Hardworking / In Between / Lazy

Cultured / In Between / Uncultured

Loyal / In Between / Disloyal

Elysea is initially warm and kind to most people that she meets on her travels, and is always willing to help those in need. She upholds a certain code of honor, tends to be a little naive of those that wish to do her harm due to this, and often trusts people blindly. She enjoys meeting people, but often has trouble opening up to others herself. Many will find that they end up spilling their lives to her, but afterward, knowing very little about the mysterious viera that just dropped in and out of their lives.

Spending time with her, one will notice nuances. When amongst others, she puts on an air of sophistication that can sometimes seem forced, but as soon as they are away from the city and in the wilderness, she becomes more free-spirited and energetic. A strange dichotomy, she feels more at home in the wilds, but still appreciates the modern comforts afforded by society. Despite her attempts at high-class mannerisms, she cares little for material gain, and anything of worth that she carries has deep sentimental value to her.

Additional Info and Hooks

• She is a powerful conjurer and white magic user, though she does not like showmanship, and will usually only perform it publicly if extremely necessary. This power seems to come to her innately, while a blue flash of light from her eyes can be present when exerting herself. She seems to unnaturally draw much power from her own aether, which was rendered unstable by Garlean experiments. This means that she is capable of great feats of magic, but at the risk of seriously hurting or even killing herself if she is not careful.

• Quietly searching for any knowledge of white magic in Eorzea, with a keen interest in Amdapor. Any mention of white magic, Elementals, or Amdapor will spark her interest. She possesses an Amdaporian-era cultist tome, and seeks to have someone with knowledge of that culture translate it for her. She stole the tome from her mother before she fled her home, but how her family came into possession of such a tome to begin with is a mystery. Her mother used a partially translated fertility spell to have Elysea, and she believes that some meaning in her life could be found in solving the mystery of this ancient spell book.

• Spent time as a Garlean war prisoner and guinea pig for an enterprising Garlean scientist. Getting her to speak of this time is difficult, and it is an extremely touchy subject with her. Having been a member of the Dalmascan resistance, losing her sister and fiancé to the Garleans, and due to her mistreatment at the hands of her captors, she harbors a deep disdain for Garleans and Garlemald. Since the events of Endwalker, she may be more sympathetic to individual Garleans, but despises them as a whole.

• If ever put to the task of defending herself, she is very skilled with her sword, relying more so on speed and technique than strength, though she does not seem to lack in that attribute either. Her displays of dedicated tutoring from a skilled knightly swordsman is belied by blows that can come across as brutal and almost savage in nature, as if a rage fills her that is honed and harnessed by the training of an honor bound expert. She combines her talents of war dancing, to make a sword dance that is elegant and beautiful; a white swan gently taking off in flight. Her strikes are vicious and deadly; a tigress going in for the kill. When pushed to the limit, or wishing to avoid a fight altogether, she will use her white magic to blind or dazzle and opponent before fleeing.

• A hearty solo wanderer, but she will happily travel with company if the opportunity arises, often traveling with others in directions she had no intention to go, just to help. She takes nothing as a reward for any of the services she renders, often asking to stay anonymous, flabbergasting many recipients of her talents with her generosity.

• Though she has no permanent place to call home, she has space in a fellow refugee's house in Gridania. Who this friend is, she keeps as a secret.

• Is often accompanied by an owlet that she has named Amathus. The owlet seems to have taken to her, and will often perch on her shoulder, or on the trees or scenery around her. She met the owlet upon a recent outing in the Shroud, and now feeds and takes care of him when she can.

OOC

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[professionhero]

How did you get the scars all over your chest?

Glaive Nyx/Hidden King(Insomnia)

"I mean it should be obvious right? I am a solider." He smirks a little, "You just want me to take my shirt off don't you?"

"Well let's start from the bottom and work our way up shall we?" He smirks even more if it's possible.

1."This was from getting stabbed by a freaking MT. First time, not the last either. Our gear really is not that great with knives, they're meant to be adaptable" He rolls his eyes, "I call bullshit and convient cut backs on necessary resources."

2. "Now this one is the money maker. Believe it or not when wielding lightening and holding a metal object...well let's just say what happens in the training room stays in the training room."

3. "I got shot by a Nif...terrible situation. We were held down in a fox hole and we could get out. Magic depleted, tired and beaten down. The van was literally just a 100 yards away. So I get the bright idea to be a distraction...fucking hurt. But they got to the van scooped my bleeding ass up and away we went!."

4. "Chocobo. I'm not saying anything else."

5."Bordem and a kukri. Sorta nailed me instead of the tree."

"I can keep going if you want..." He winks holding his shirt up still.

King Nyx

"My... scars?" He flushes quickly, ears getting as pink as his cheeks, "Oh uh...I mean...training and...I-I ...uh..."

He clears his throat, "And ...I was attacked by a coeurl...well it...it's a long story...we were playing but...it's a coeurl..."

"Next...please?" Scratches the back of his head.

[umbralsound-xiv]

Prompt #22 - Fulsome

Character: Bexy The Black Shroud, Present Day

She had taken to lounging on her favoured tree that hung across the road, keeping just out of sight enough not to catch the attention of passers by. That wasn't her goal, this sun. This sun, Bexy saught solitude.

A rolanberry is brought to her lips, stained with paint and the vibrancy of the fruit, quietly lost in her thoughts.

'You have far too large a heart...'

She could hear Mattisaux's words in her head. He'd said this to her more than once, but only recently had she actually allowed the words to sink in and take root. But no sooner does she entertain them, heard perfectly in her thoughts with his voice and tone, does she dismiss them.

...At least, for a moment.

He was wrong, surely. How much had she done now? How far from grace had she fallen? Redemption seemed a now impossible task. Swallowing the pang of guilt with the sweetness of the rolanberry hadn't made it any easier.

...She had no regrets. Had she acted any differently, only the worst would have happened, she was sure. Wait any longer, and Eir may well have perished, condemning Sayuri to her misery. Be any more careful, any more sparing, and the horrors she may have had to endure would only have worsened. No. Bexy did what she had to, and if that meant scores of people would die to ensure they lived, she'd do it thrice over to keep it that way. She had no regrets, not one.

...Perhaps one.

A certain woman she had paid a visit at some strange bell; not for the reason many others would seek her, but for her information.

...And when she would not readily give it, even with her offered coin, she opted to take it.

Gods, Bexy thought. How far would i have gone, if she didn't speak?

...She knew her answer; another number added to the rest of them, most likely. White had only demanded a few things in the altercation, though she was in no position to bargain, wounded and completely at the little mercy Bexy was so famous for having.

Coin. Lots of coin. Bexy had acquired much of it, both in her time as the Coeurl and through her work for the company, though scarcely spent much of it. The occasional new outfit, or shiny new baubles, or sweets and boxes of rolanberries.

...She owed her that much, didn't she? She had given her information, and nothing else was given in turn save for a souvenir in the form of a dagger that would surely melt, and a probable scar where she'd given it to her.

Another rolanberry is plucked up, sunk into by her teeth. The sweetness of them wouldn't wash away the bitterness, no.

Better to stay on White's good side, she thought. She already knew far too much, and save for killing her, she had hoped coin would buy her silence for a time. It was a lot of coin, and a rare financial outgoing Bexy would actually feel, but... Was was it, in the end?

A circle of shiny metal, used to purchase. Useful enough, but Bexy had seen both a life with so many of them and so few, and knew the value of better things.

Time. Loyalty. Love.

A long, sharp sigh huffs through her nose, the next berry to pass her lips having an audiable crunch as her ice saught to take it against her will. She'd bring the gil to White.

The somnus she could get with her own prying fingers.

[archivumesoterica]

Tagged by @archaiclumina! Thanks so much!

I have so many characters I can do this on but because The Brainworms Have Been Strong lately I'll do one for an older character I've been revisiting:

Cota!

Basics

Name: Cota Uurtsaina

Nicknames: None!

Age: 22

Nameday: 10th Sun of the 3rd Astral Moon

Gender: Female

Orientation: To be perfectly honest I'm not 100% sure yet! I rarely decide these sort of things for my character from the start and usually let that develop over time. That said so far I think she's leaning towards being demi.

Profession: She doesn't actually have a long term job, but she is more than willing to pick up any sort of work that is legal. She tends to lean towards doing jobs where she can use her skills as a fighter, but she's not opposed to temp clerical work, cooking, serving, or any other sort of mundane job.

Physical Aspects

Hair: Naturally dark brown, but she likes dying parts a sort of pistachio green

Eyes: Pale green

Skin: Medium brown

Tattoos/scars: She's been incredibly lucky in that most of her serious cuts have healed really well and not left any major scars, but she does have some faint scars on her hands and arms from practicing pugilism for years.

Family

Parents:

Father: Huslen Uurtsaina

Mother: Polished Stone

Siblings: No siblings.

Grandparents:

Father's side:

Grandmother: Tegusken Uurtsaina

Grandfather: Fleet Boulder

Mother's side:

Grandmother: Tempered Flame

Grandfather: Baiju Uurtsaina

Pets: Always wanted a coeurl but never had one.

Skills

Abilities: Punching! And kicking! She's sort of homebrewed her own style of pugilism after leaving the guild that involves infusing her attacks with layers of magic to produce differing effects beyond that which is typically taught. She's generally well rounded in life skills, but would not qualify herself as a professional crafter of any sort.

Hobbies: Eating sweets, especially baked goods. She also loves reading and particularly likes to dig through books on magic theory and whatever bargain finds she comes across.

Traits

Most Positive Trait: Always trying to be positive!

Most Negative Trait: Always trying to be positive! (She softlocks herself in obviously overwhelmingly negative situations until she either finds a way to lighten the mood or wanders away defeated and dejected.)

Likes

Colors: Earth tones in general, but especially browns, warm blacks, and light greens.

Smells: Wet clay, sweat, garlic, warm cake

Textures: Canvas, fine wool.

Drinks: Milk and otherwise creamy drinks.

Other Details

Smokes: Nope

Drinks: Occasionally, and when she does she typically takes it slow.

Drugs: Never had the chance to even think about it.

Mount Issuance: She doesn't have her own and usually rents a chocobo.

Been Arrested: Nope!

I would love to tag people to participate, but I'm not sure who may or may not have done this already over the last about 2 weeks while I've been hyperfixating on other things, so if you see this and you haven't done it already, feel free to take this as an opportunity to do so!

[verysmallcyborg]

lil sketch of fornax where i wanted to see what their face scars would look like if aligned/connected

they saved a coeurl kit, at the cost of getting Just A Little mauled by its mother tho but it's FINE 👍

[calling4glaives]

Day 4 Recap

Another wonderful day of Nyx! Celebrate our Hero by checking out these!

Title: Colours of the Heart Author: WhoStarLocked Link: Tumblr, Ao3 Prompt(s): Comrades, Companions Relationships: Pelna / Nyx Summary/Excerpt:

Soulmates didn’t work like the movies in real life. In the movies, relationships between soulmates were always romantic, and the people always met in such ridiculous and dramatic circumstances, and their relationship was always perfect with absolutely no effort required from either party. But it wasn’t real. or, Nyx has been friends - and nothing more than that - with Pelna for years. But after a close brush with death, something changes between them

Title: Not With Haste Author: Garbria / Loki_chan Link: Tumblr, Ao3 Prompt(s): Soulmate AU Relationships: Cor / Nyx Summary/Excerpt:

He rubbed the brown mark on his side, one of the few transferred scar marks from his soulmate. All of his were from when he was too young to remember receiving them. He hadn’t had a new one from his soulmate in years. He wasn’t sure what to make of that. If the marks weren’t brown, he would think his soulmate was dead. He wondered what happened to his soulmate, if his soulmate looked at the few scars Nyx had accumulated over the years and wondered about him. His foot skidded on a rock and he shook his head to clear it. This was no time to be daydreaming. The Lucian delegation was almost here and his mother needed to know.

Title: A Coeurl’s Home Author: Firechocobros Link: Ao3 Prompt(s): Companions, Soulmate AU Relationships: Clarus / Regis / Nyx Summary/Excerpt:

Nyx always knew he wouldn't be King and that was okay with him. Or the story where Nyx might be resigned to his fate a loveless marriage to the Lucian King and never finding his soulmate, but that doesn't mean he's not going to get Galahd the best deal possible. Nyx Week 2023 Day 3 for the prompts: Companions and Soulmate AU!

Title: Sharing is Caring Author: Awlwren Link: Tumblr, Ao3 Prompt(s): Soulmate AU Relationships: Cor / Nyx Summary/Excerpt:

With the kind of trouble that finds Nyx, it's a very good thing he has so many soulmates. In which all of the Glaive are pain-sharing soulmates.

Title: A Prince and a Princeling: Chapter 4: Intruders Author: Niaswish / Shiary Link: Tumblr, Ao3 Prompt(s): Home Relationships: Noctis / Nyx Summary/Excerpt:

Intruders have invaded Galahd and entered Ramuh’s Temple. Nyx would not let that stand, and would gleefully remind anyone why Niflheim and Lucis failed to conquer them.

Title: Comrades! Author: Blossom Adventures Link: Tumblr Prompt(s): Comrades Summary/Excerpt:

For a long time Nyx was fighting for Galahd, and Galahd alone, he would have done anything to see is home free. But now, as he looked across the table he was sitting at, seeing his friends, his new family, made him wonder if he was just fighting for Galahd anymore.

[abalathia]

geranium ; a flower of folly .. for a time my muse was foolish or acted foolishly.

The gash wept crimson, staining the cotton cloth pressed against Florence's eye. Her mother's voice cracked with panic as her two brothers stood with their backs against the wall. "Gods, what were you thinking? Were you even thinking at all?" Florence's vision blurred, her head pounding and flesh ablaze, but she could tell from the tiny sniffles and shuffling of little feet that her brothers struggled to find the words to reply.

"It's not their fault. It was my idea to play in the fields." She was the eldest by two namedays and plagued with a protective instinct, eager to spare the boys her mother's wrath. Besides, she spoke the truth.

The boys had pleaded incessantly for a game of hide and seek, and though she had no desire to spend the afternoon entertaining them, she proclaimed she'd relent under one condition: a change of scenery. They'd played countless rounds around their home, stowing under the cabinets or sliding on their bellies beneath their beds. Obscure hiding spots were few and far between, and if Florence were to oblige, she wanted a fair shot at winning.

The neighbor's fields were vast, at least to the standards of children. The overgrown grass, the copses of mangled trees and bushes, the derelict stables: she'd have been pressed to dream of a better prospect for their game. It would have been perfect had she considered the grazing livestock or knew anything of calving seasons.

As she ran through a patch of towering weeds, Florence had been oblivious to the napping whelp and its protective mother grazing nearby. The aldgoat charged at her for encroaching on its territory, and in her attempt to flee, she lost her footing. She hadn't noticed the jagged rocks jutting from the soil, and were it not for the blood pooling in her eye, she may not have paid any mind to the tenderness blooming across her brow and cheek. Adrenaline gripped her by the throat, shock numbing the pain.

Her brothers witnessed the accident and began to scream, squeamish at the sight of their sister's bloody wound and too young to conjure a response more helpful than fear. Their neighbor, tending to his crops a stone's throw away, heard the young children's wails and ran to their aid.

The farmer's harsh words paled in comparison to her mother's ire, but the children took their scolding on the chin, accepting the consequences of their trespassing. Florence was given her brothers' shares of the chores and grounded to their humble homestead until summer's end, and the boys were tasked with helping the farmer around the fields.

Perhaps in another life, the incident would have had a more lasting impression on Florence, and a lesson would have been learned. But a coeurl cannot change its spots, and Florence only learned to better assess her surroundings - and weave a more interesting tale of how her scar came to be.

[battleshot]

The hero hums, a quiet sound that almost mimics a coeurl's rumble. He settles his cane against his leg, arms crossing over his chest as he leans in the doorway. " hey there hotshot, you planning on gettin' outta bed today? " it's a gentle tease, his good eye lighting up with fondness. " Lib made breakfast, says he wants to actually see you it this time, he's worried you're nothin' but bones. " -- @sunlilted & nyx

𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐜𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐛�� 𝐚 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐫 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞, making him blink rapidly as he looks over at the door. Clearly disoriented by the sudden awakening, he asked, "Huh? Wh-What time is it?" His gaze drifts over to the Glaive as he lifts his head from the pillow of the bed they shared when Prompto stayed (which was becoming more frequent - not wanting to leave his side). "I thought the plan was for us both to sleep in this morning." With a chuckle, "Guess not." Rolling over, he adds. "Mm. Gimme a sec." He yawns, back arched and slowly becomes aware of the light infiltrating the bedroom.

Swinging his legs out of bed slowly, he feels the carpet under his feet and scrunches his toes into it before emerging from bed using his hands to raise himself. "Nuh-uh, It's you pushing food around their plate - don't think I haven't noticed, babe. You're not getting off the hook that easy." A little sparkle appeared in his own eyes as he teased. He was relieved to see Nyx back, even if he had been severely damaged and was on the long road to recovery. He was back. 

A pair of bare feet padded across the room to reach Nyx, arms reaching out and gently wrapping around his waist. "Good Morning." He mumbled into his chest. He exhales heavily, and around natural withdrawal, he clings even tighter. He adds adamantly, "Not so fast!". As he settled into a softer sigh, his gaze was drawn to Nyx's face, trying to see beyond the scars to kiss the corner of his lips. "Soooooo.... what's been cookin' good lookin'?" A smile emerged, radiating his fair, freckled features.