#seraanna

[longveil]

“There will be pain.” “I am… aware.” “Yet you do this so that you may commit memory to our keeping?” “I accept pain in… holding these memories. Why ought committing them to your… keeping be any less?”

[longveil-ffxiv]

[ Photo by engin akyurt on Unsplash ]

[lemongrace]

Commission - Seraanna for @longveil

[maxparkhurst]

Fuck, Marry, Kill: Seraanna, Kevyn, Kat

A fissure in the Alchemist's manicured demeanor manifested by way of a perked brow. Her smile twitched upwards, revealing a flash of teeth as she barked a laugh. It was void of humor. “That… Is very bold of you to ask.” She settled back in her seat, resting her chin against steepled fingers. Several nods followed before she expelled a sigh. “Mister Thornrough is a generous man. Our conversations have been pleasant.” Her gaze narrowed for a brief moment before she waved off whatever thought lingered on her tongue. “Marry.” 

Then her gaze danced off to the side; focused on how the shadows cleaved to the wall. She clicked her tongue. “Seraanna knew this world long before I was even a glimmer in anyone’s eye. And she will know it long after I’m gone. Such an unfortunate truth.” Her smile turned wistful. “But I should like to dance with her again.  For I preferred the taste of truth over honeyed lies.” 

Max brought her attention forward once more. Her brow dipped in a momentary furrow, “Which leaves kill for the Director.” She wagged a finger, “But don’t share that with her.”

Thanks for the ask @damien-ward!

[khazdorum-stonesplitter]

Searchers

Khazdorum looked over the crowd milling about in the briefing room in Sinfall. Venthyr Hopebreakers and huntsmen and enforcers looked at him with varying levels of enthusiasm and interest as they milled about and talked amongst themselves. He looked away from their grey faces, a shade not far from his own complexion, to look at the pamphlet in his hands. The parchment bore a rough illustration of a shapely Ren’Dori in robes and the name  Seraanna Longveil. He’d promised Tyra’s friend Sam he’d look into her disappearance where it might concern Revendreth. A promise made, to Khazdorum, was a promise to keep. And so he stood before the Court of Harvester’s finest trackers and huntsmen. To loose the Gargons. To set the searchers.

The Mad Duke at  his side called the room to attention.

“I must beg your attention, my dear companions! The good mortal by my side needs no introduction, of course. A Maw Walker, and one of our own by oath and action, the most splendiferous Count Khazdorum is to set you to purpose, as I must set myself to... TEA!”

Khazdorum shook his head, amused and, if he was honest, charmed by Theotar in every interaction they’d ever had. So much so that he’d voluntarily bound himself spiritually to him. He was a good man, provided one kept him on track.

“Thank ya, Duke Theotar. The purpose, like everything else in Revendreth, is simple in concept, but complex an’ exactin’ in practice. There may be a livin’ mortal kept against her will in Revendreth.” He holds up the parchment. “This Ren’Dorai lass was abducted under exceedin’ly strange circumstances, an’ may be being kept here. The Ren’dorai are a recent development in Azeroth, an’ frankly there should no be many of them here legitimately, aside from other Maw Walkers like m’self. Ye are ta search for her, and if her safety cannae be guaranteed, ye are ta report ta me or Duke Theotar. She is NOT ta be harmed. She’s here outside of our normal rules, our jurisdiction. She is no ta be harvested or drained in any way or manner.” His voice became quite cold, and the ambient temperature of the room dropped to match.

“I... trust ye understand th’ consequences should I find she was treated otherwise. Ye’ve come sae far, th’ lot of you. Proof that th’ system works. That redemption fer th’ wicked is a real thing. It’d be a cryin’ shame ta spoil all that good work, aye? Eternity is long. Eternity entombed in ice? Unthinkably long. Have I made myself clear, lads an’ lasses?”

There was a smattering of assenting answers from the crowd, but their expressions told a saga. They understood it was not good to cross the archmage standing in front of them.

“Good. My valet Higgins is providin’ ya with copies of this paper, with her description. You’ve yer tasks. Be about. it. If she’s here, I’ve faith th’ lot of you will find her. A thousand drams of anima t’ be split among the ones who find her, and fifty anima infused rubies ta yer gargons. Off with ye!”

He watched them disperse. A promise made, a promise kept, he thought. I remember most of it, Mama. I keep to most of it. He touched the jade hanging from his neck. Where I can, how I can.

He hoped it would be enough for Miss Longveil.

@longveil @tyra-greydawn

[tyra-greydawn]

My first thought: "Oh. Hi, Seraanna."

MOM'S BACK MOM'S BACK

[easternkingdomer]

"!" for Seraanna, because of course.

“Seraanna, the one who hears and listens even more. She is a powerful individual cloaked in grace and wisdom. She is a wonderful conversational companion and her silence I also find informative. I enjoy her company when we meet.”

@longveil

[asherlin]

Current Characters

These are the characters I currently play and write for, all of whom can be found in Final Fantasy XIV on Mateus, Crystal Data Center.

If you're looking for my retired WoW OCs, they're here.

Serai Querel - @serai-querel, https://serai-querel.carrd.co

“Our father’s smile and mother’s fierceness. She carries them both.”

Daughter of the Qerel tribe, made in Nhaaama’s image for war. Serai left the Azim Steppe in her teens for the hustle and bustle of Kugane. Years later, that same wanderlust drew the young woman west - across Thavnair and Ala Mhigo to Eorzea - where she’s found herself in the company of mummers, heretics, warriors, and scholars. Bright and optimistic, Serai is an easily-underestimated pugilist of surprising ferocity; but more recently she's been seen carrying a red mage’s rapier and focus - and journeys regularly to Yedlihmad to meet with her “teacher.”

(art by @minoruru)

Seraanna Longveil - @longveil, https://longveil.carrd.co

“She has the delicate air of a person made of glass, knowing that once broken, glass can cut you worse than the sharpest knife.”

A young, fey midlander of Gridania, Seraanna and her mother Aralya were thought lost after the Garlean invasion that ended at the Battle of Silvertear Skies, over fifteen years past. In the confusion of the Final Days, a woman of that name registered herself alone among the refugees at Radz-at-Han. Her hair the color of ash and her voice soft and broken, she haunted the city’s alchemists before accepting travel to Eorzea. Seraanna now seems to move freely, almost randomly, between the Eorzean city-states, often visiting the less reputable of markets and shoppes. Shadows follow in her wake.

(art by @yuxingart)

Annadia Thorn - no links, currently

“All sharp blades and silver tongue.”

Annadia was born in the Black Shroud, the miqo'te Keeper chafing under the hunt marks enforced by the Gridanian Trapper’s League. Yet she was among the most skilled hunters of her tribe, with a brash demeanor to match. Differences with the Gridanians were set aside to fight the Garleans at Cartenau, and Annadia was among those few who survived Bahamut’s rampage after the red moon fell. She emerged from the battlefield's carnage carrying a Doman sword which she claimed to have taken from a fallen Garlean praefect. Five and more years later, Annadia has yet to return to the Shroud - instead hiring her skills out for coin and fancy. The Doman sword, she still wears at her side.

[antiquated-dust]

[Caption written by: @asherlin / @longveil]

“The small hours in Kugane, the markets shuttered and all reputable merchants long since departed for the evening. And yet there she was, the masked peddler of vials and elixirs, found perched upon one of the high spans. Her companion, quiet and ashen-haired, emerged from the shadows only briefly - joining the peddler for soft-spoken words before both departed into the night. What they spoke of, what they shared, even the closest ear could not discern. But their shared laughter echoed along the cobbles of Rakuza all the same...” ​

[vargonautic]

Full body commission of @longveil‘s oc Seraanna <3 Thank you so much for commissioning and supporting me! She/her for this character please :)

[longveil]

[longveil-ffxiv]

What do you see in the dark? Do you even know where you are? Are you awake, or is this a dream? Not everything is as it seems

Maybe I'm a monster Maybe all the things they said were right Maybe I'm a monster Maybe you should run for your life.

– Hidden Citizens & Ryan Innes - Monster

[pettyelves]

8/20/19 Character Updates

Art by Rassek

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE

Name  → Eilithe Duskbringer Nicknames  → Ei’lithene (only family knows this), Lith, Lithy, E Age → 5- 6,000 ~ Race  → Kaldorei Eye Color  → Left: Dark Grey Right: Silver Hair →  Thick and curly midnight black hair that, reaches her belt line. Typical hairstyle → Down, Half-Up/Half-Down, Braid Height → 6′0 Body Type →  Toned, filled-in Distinguishing Marks →

FAVORITES

Color → Black, Green Food → Dumplings Literature → Poetry, Non-fiction Expressions → Scowl Quote → “Get fucked.” Expletive(s) (swears) → Literally nothing is off-limits Mode of transportation → The Vengeance, Shal’Khan the saber, portals

HABITS

Smokes → Yes, to excess Drinks → Often Worst bad habit → Entertaining fuckery, poor choice in men, short-tempered Quirks → Loads, from talking to herself, to pacing holes in the floor, to bouncing her foot when she is seated.

BACKGROUND

Homeland →   Feralas, Kalimdor Type of childhood → Mostly happy First memory → Following her mother around the village Most important childhood event that still affects him/her → The ‘death’ of her parents Religion and/or religious views and/or tendencies → As a child, she like most Kaldorei exclusively worshipped Elune while she still has faith in Elune, Eilithe practices voodoo and is devout to her loa. Job → All children raised by the Shal’Thera are given daily chores

FAMILY

Mother  → Meridianna Duskbringer,estranged Father → Valdinel Stormsinger, deceased Siblings → Birth order: An’Set Duskbringer, Saeron Duskbringer Spouse →  @kurel-andiel​ Children → Threshad Duskbringer (16), Eilonwy Duskbringer (7), Karkah An’Diel (9), Xavier Sunshadow (An’Diel) (20), Jam’Voree Clawmane (10)  Extended family → Endessa Duskbringer (Lu’Cerne), Grandmother. Elsennia Stormsinger, Aunt (deceased), Elonne Duskbringer, Uncle. @revthepunchbear​, Sister-in-law. Dianesh Shadowsun, sister-in-law

CHILDREN

Are all children with the same partner →  No, none of her children are birthed from the same father, but Kurel claims them with the expection of Jam. Eilithe co-parents (non-romantic) with @ferilclawmane​ How does character relate to his/her child(ren) → Tough, but kind. Which child is character’s favorite → She would argue she loved them all the same. Is relationship with children good → Yes! Is relationship with children important to character → The most important.

OCCUPATION

Where does character work → Arbiter of the Sun Speaker Council, Dead Sun Harbor Relationship with co-workers → Usually good Like his/her job → Most days

ATTITUDE

Greatest fear →  The Unknown Worst thing that could happen to him/her → Death of one of her children Character is most at ease when → Kurel is home, Everyone is happy and making money Most ill at ease when → Literally anything goes wrong. Priorities → In order, Children, Kurel/The family of Dead Sun, Money, everyone else Philosophy →  Ya’Til-Anath- basically ‘remember that you will die, so you must live well,’ How s/he feels about self → In the words of an 8-ball ‘Outlook is grim’ Past failure s/he would be embarrassed to have people know about → Any time she fails or ‘loses’ to an enemy Daredevil or cautious → Depends on the situation Biggest regret → Entertaining the ideas of a madman Biggest accomplishment → Building Dead Sun Minor accomplishments → Not dying

PERSONALITY

Greatest source of weakness in character’s personality → Giving too many chances/too loyal and being SUPER quick to anger Character’s soft spot → Children Biggest vulnerability → Her own children Which of the 7 deadly sins does character fight → Wrath, Pride, and sometimes Lust Which of the 7 virtues does your character have → Liberality, Diligence, and sometimes Kindness Greatest source of strength in character’s personality → Out of sheer stubbornness and pettiness, she never quits.

TRAITS

Optimist or pessimist → Pessimist Introvert or extrovert → Ambivert Drives and motivations → Cause, followed by coin Talents → Mastery of swords, daggers, and thrown weapons Extremely skilled at → Manipulation Extremely unskilled at → Managing her own mental health Good characteristics →  Loyal, soft-hearted, fierce, social justice advocate Character flaws → Ill-tempered, mood swings Mannerisms → Varies from crowd to crowd.

SELF-PERCEPTION

One word character would use to describe self →  Pissed One paragraph description of how character would describe self → An angry elf who spends more time dodging knives and bullets as of late than actually being a productive member of society. She is tired and just wants to crawl into bed for several weeks. What does character consider best physical characteristic → Eyes or Ass/chest What does character consider worst physical characteristic → Various scars How character thinks others perceive him/her → Attractive- but a bit rough.

INTERRELATION WITH OTHERS

Strangers → Depends on the stranger, usually it goes okay. Friends → Well, she’s enjoying the people she’s around now Wife/Husband/Love → Strong and happy, which should probably be concerning. Children → Two thumbs wayyy up  Co-workers → 8/10 Protagonist → Yes. Antagonist → ……..Also, yes.

GOALS

Immediate goal(s) → Stop Moonsong’s construction of The Sun-Eater  Long range goal(s) → 1] Kill Moonsong, 2] Marry @kurel-andiel​ How does character plan to accomplish goal(s) → Very carefully How will other people around character be affected → Hopefully via showers of coin and being a lot safer

PROBLEMS/CRISIS

How character react in a crisis (calm/panic/etc.) → Depends on the crisis, if it is tangible, cool as a cucumber How does character face problems → Head-on if it is tangible, avoidance if it is emotional How does character react to NEW problems →   Poorly. Who wants more problems? How does character react to change → Varies, but usually poorly.

GENERAL

Jewelry → Various hoops and ear deco, an anklet on her left ankle Other accessories → Daggers and shortswords Where does character live → Duskbringer Manor’ in Dead Sun Harbor Spending habits (frugal, spendthrift, etc) → Depends, but she’s doin’ alright. What does s/he do too much of → Deal with bullshit Most prized possession → The Vengeance a galleon given to her by @kurel-andiel, an anklet given by Kurel as well, The daggers she stole from her mother Does character like animals → Indifferent Any pets → Shal’Khan, a black saber Cat the cat, a cat. 

[bamicommissions]

FFXIV commission for @maxtartethepoptart, Max and Seraanna.

Seraanna belongs to @longveil .

[maxparkhurst]

When had it changed?

Summer to Winter...

... And now back again.

Marked by the sudden chill which flared in her pocket.

Max dug the orb from its home in her pocket fold. Its cool touch sent pinpricks dancing down her spine as she stared into the coalescing shadows that lurked within. What once was dull and flat now glistened with the dark between the stars.

And brought with it the weight of the sky.

"Watch the shop..." she muttered, voice barely breaking the comfortable silence.

Max felt her brother's curious gaze press into her back; almost heard him cant his head as he hummed.

"Hmmmm?"

Slowly, she eased the books strewn across the table shut. "Watch," -she snuffed the burner of its flame, letting the vial settle from a roiling boil to a lackluster simmer- "The shop."

"Is something wrong?"

Augustine's gaze, laced with concern and threaded with worry, found her own in the candle's light. And the sky responded in kind, crushing the air from her throat. She managed a meager grin as her fist closed around the orb; hid it from his innocent eyes.

He swallowed hard. "Max...?"

In the single interim, between his bemusement melting into alarm, Max bolted out the door. His parting words - "Where are you going?!"- swallowed by the city din. A deafening buzz it was that crashed down upon her with force great enough to rattle her heart. Her gaze bore into the cobblestone as she weaved straight-legged through the evening crowd.

So focused she'd been these last few weeks. Walls upon walls build in place of the ones torn asunder by exchanges of truth. People got too close; she got too distracted. Don't open the curtains. Don't let them see... And yet somehow, someway, they got in. Her name buzzed on people's lips. Her face picked out of crowds with ease, greeted with smiles and waves. Seen. Seen. SEEN.

And just as she started to fade into the background, content to let her brother dance in the limelight, she felt its cold touch again.

Her steady gait slowly grew faster and faster until she sprinted through the Canals, clipping corners with her shoulder as she rounded them.

When?

She spent the last few weeks burying the pressure in her chest under her work. Allowed her racing thoughts to be consumed by numbers and herbs until the chemical aroma rotted away her emotions. Now, her heart beat out of her ribs and threatened to tear her in half. Was it fear?

No.

Not with the warmth churning in her stomach.

Max skidded to a halt just short of the door where Light, Death, and the Deep meet. There. The window looking over the harbor... It was lit.

When had it changed?

[In response to @longveil 's story arch]

[nzoth-the-corruptor]

Pros of Revendreth: The fashion. Cons of Revendreth: The Ember Ward is full of Light. ???s of Revendreth: The wine is made of soulstuff.

ft. @longveil’s Seraanna