Fa'reiyja Tojaata
The Apothecarian Alchemist
Age: 32
Birthplace: Sagolii Desert
Hometown: City of Gridania
Race: Miqo'te (Seeker/Keeper)
Occupation: General Doctor & Apothecary
Relations: Fa'hye Tojaata (husband); Cehti Myuliah (sister)A conjurer-apothecary living in the heart of Gridania, Fa'reiyja dedicates her life to the medical, botanical, alchemical, and conjurical arts in her sole goal of providing care for everyone no matter their race, background, or affiliation - no questions asked. Her penchant for poisons, however, would lead people who didn't know her to think otherwise...A self-confessed workaholic, she is never too far away from a mug of coffee and can be quite irritable without one. Her irritation through lack of caffeine is not to be mixed up with her rather morose and dry sense of humour - certainly a coping mechanism developed after years of practicing medicine and seeing what she has seen through this.She may sound harsh, but she's harsh because she cares.
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"Fa'reiyja Tojaata; Apothecary and Conjurer at your service. Now tell me, what ails you and how can I be of assistance today?"
"Fa'reiyja Tojaata; Apothecary and Conjurer at your service. Now tell me, what ails you and how can I be of assistance today?"
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RP Hooks
• Do you need medical attention? Fa'reiyja might be able to help you. Whether you are an upstanding member of the community or in hiding due to committing a wrong, she will provide succor as long as you are not looking to cause harm to her, those she cares for, or the Twelveswood• Are you a Conjurer of Stillglade Fane? You'll likely know Fa'reiyja from her work within the Guild to train the new recruits. You'll likely know she's a Hearer, too, but refuses to take a seat on the Seedseer Council.• Are you a fellow alchemist or botanist specialising in creations to soothe medical maladies, or perhaps a fellow enjoyer of poisonous plants? She'd love to have a chat with you.• Are you a student at Oschon's Refuge? You'll know her as your Professor of Conjury and Field Medicine & Trauma Management.
No Questions Asked
Fa'reiyja Tojaata
Bottles clinked together in their rack as they were carried across the room to their destination, light from the windows landing on the freshly-stocked shelf and refracting a multitude of colours across the floor. Reiyja had taken stock of the Guild's supplies and had taken the afternoon to restock the potions which were in low supply. This rack she has transferred from her workstation was the last of her created stock, and as she replenished the last of the empty slots her mind began to wander back to how she had even come to be the head of medical in an adventuers' guild. Seven years had passed since she had accepted the position and shocked everyone who knew her. Reiyja, the young Apothecary who had turned down every position offered to her in the last in favour of remaining independent had accepted an employment contract.It had not been a standard employment contract however but more of a mutual agreement. In return for staffing and supplying the on-site clinic and being on-call for their members at any time she received unlimited access to their libraries and could submit requests for members of the guild to seek out any knowledge that took her fancy that wasn't covered by their extensive libraries. This was not to be revealed, however, as much of the knowledge was restricted or forbidden, and the Adders certainly would have kittens if they were aware of the content contained within the libraries contained in the lower levels of the guildhouse. That, and the true identity of the guild members was not to be revealed. On the outside they were everyday adventurers but many were harbouring a dark secret, one which would see many executed on the spot for their mere existence.It had been just another mundane week at her clinic, and Reiyja was finishing up with a restock for the evening, just as she was now. She had been in business for nearly a year now and she had quickly gained the trust of both Gridanians and passing adventurers alike. She was certainly popular with the refugees from Ala Mhigo who had taken refuge within the Twelveswood as the blatant hatred towards them from the locals led to bad treatment from other medical professionals in the city-state. She would help anyone in need of medical assistance, no matter their background or race. Her job as a medic was to help all those in need and many seemed to forget that when faced with a conflict in their beliefs.That evening, however, was to be a test of her own beliefs. As the sun began to set and the light begin within the walls of her small clinic faded, footsteps were heard approaching the door, slow and meticulous, and the room filled with a feeling of dread which put all the hairs along her tail on edge. The footsteps stopped as a shadowy figure appeared in the open doorway, enshrouding any light left to come from the entrance. She continued to work on her poultice, examining the figure through the corner of her eye and holding back a gasp as she realised something was certainly 'off' with them.Whilst humanoid in appearance, their entire body appeared to be oozing darkness itself. A black shredded cloak covered most of their chest and shielded their face from view. A cold chill spread through the room as she settled upon the only answer she could reason within her brain: this creature was voidal in nature, or at least in part. She was familiar with the voidsent which lurked within the Twelveswood but not once had she encountered one which held such a humanoid appearance. Her gaze fell to the muffled dripping noise, however, which revealed the creature was now stood next to a puddle of their own blood."Well then, are you going to enter my clinic or are you just going to stand there in the entrance and bleed all over my carpets? I would much prefer it to be the former - clean up on the wooden floors is much simpler than the fabric, and perhaps then we can get that wound looked at, hm?"The creature looked at Reiyja, bemused at her response. A half-summoned voidal creature loomed in the doorway yet she hadn't flinched at the sight of them. With a few careful steps, they ensured they were clear of the rugs which lay underfoot and instead stood on the wooden flooring as instructed. Upon their entry, Reiyja stood and approached the creature, stopping a mere arms length away."L'reiyja Thaike; Apothecary and Conjurer at your service. Now tell me, what ails you and how can I be of assistance to you today?" She said, offering the creature a short stiff bow as was custom with her usual introduction to her clients. The creature merely stood there with a cautious and confused expression, unseen behind the fabrics,, not sure what to make of the fearless Miqo'te woman in front of her. Anyone with any sense would have fled by now but instead she was offering them medical treatment. Instead of speaking in response, they lifted their sleeve to reveal the source of the bleeding.Without hesitation, Reiyja reached out and grabbed the creature's arm, giving it a thorough inspection. "Hm, this gash is quite deep but the cut itself is clean. The blade which did this must have been recently sharpened." She released the arm and looked up at the creature's shadowed face once more, expression ever-stoic despite what stood in front of her. "I do not propose aetheric healing given your condition, more for my own safety than yours, but the wound does need closing. Would stitches suffice? The last thing I need is for any aether applied to your body to turn you into a ravenous beast as that would likely be the end of me, and I do not have 'be devoured by voidsent' listed on my to-do list for this week."The creature only offered a single nod in response. Reiyja gestured to the table and chairs to her side before taking a few steps back and turning slightly to connect supplies from her desk. Despite her external appearance seemingly showing no fear in response to the creature, her actions still showed she was being cautious and never fully turning her back on them. The creature slid into one of the chairs, resting the bleeding arm in the table, before being joined by Reiyja who placed a sterile metal tray and various medical supplies down on the table before taking a seat herself.From there she commenced her work, meticulously cleaning the wound and sewing it closed. The creature did well with no painkillers, only flinching a few times at the start of the procedure before adjusting to to pain. Reiyja was unsure what she could safely use on a voidal creature without triggering a possible aetheric hunger response, she had explained whilst cleaning the wound, and therefore they had both agreed to forego this step. After a final inspection of the wound, she gave it one final wipe with a disinfectant before offering a single hum of approval. She stood and collected her used supplies and backed away towards the sink so she could dispose of the materials and clean up when a clinking sound drew her attention back to the table. The creature was already heading through the doorway of the clinic, leaving without even a look back at Reiyja. They had, however, left a small hempel sack on the table containing a few thousand gil. Shrugging, she collected the gil and worked on cleaning up the pools of blood left around the clinic and rolling up the carpet to be washed outside on the next dry day before continuing with her originally-scheduled work.The following week passed with nothing of note being experienced. The usual traffic of clients and patients came and went with no unusual characters or maladies gracing her with their presence. One evening, however, she felt a familiar presence hovering in her entranceway once more. Peering out from the back rooms, she expected to see the dark creature looming in her doorway once more however she was met with the face of a white-haired Rava man. She approached the man as she would any other client, wiping her freshly-washed hands on her apron to dry them, when he raised his hand to motion for her to stop…
..and she did, because on the arm he had raised lay her own stitchwork from the previous week. Reiyja cocked her head to the side in response, as if requesting an explanation, but she did not receive one. Instead, the Rava looked her straight in the eyes and asked a simple question."How would you like a job?"
Theijo Lesrekta
The Grumpy Ray of Sunshine
Age: 91
Birthplace: Old Sharlayan
Hometown: City of Gridania
Race: Viera (Veena)
Occupation: Grand Company Lisaison Officer; Ex-Mercenary
Relations: Guilford Faulkner (Partner)An ex-mercenary and sharpshooter whose life turned upside down from an accident almost 6 years prior, Theijo has discovered a joy in paperwork, meetings, and being a senior figure for young and fresh-faced adventurers as they start out their own journeys. This well-travelled and well-educated Viera boasts a wealth of experience from around the globe with three languages mastered and working on a fourth. Just don't ask him to cross the waters back to the place he was raised - he will impolitely decline.Armed with both silver blades and silver tongue, he can talk the talk and work his way into just about any social circle necessary. His strong persuasion and manipulation skills will leave his targets feeling like he's whatever they want him to be whilst not realising they're doing whatever he wants of them. Conversely, he'll happily regale his friends and colleagues with stories and songs around the campfire. Just don't mind his face - he just looks and acts grumpy. He's actually a ray of sunshine to be around.
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“State your business, short and sweet, or have your throat slit. Both work for me, so it's your choice.”
“State your business, short and sweet, or have your throat slit. Both work for me, so it's your choice.”
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RP Hooks
• Theijo's been around in many mercenary groups for the last seventy years. Other mercenaries or assassins from La Noscea and Thanalan will likely have heard his name or vaguely recognise him from somewhere.• "Some say a Maelstrom captain was discovered dead, floating around the mouth of the Agelyss river. Not much of a loss as word has it he'd been trafficking women for years, but he was found with an arrow deep in his brains square between the eyes"• He's been an avid storyteller all his life and regularly made songs around the campfire during his time out on missions and shared them with the group. He will surely share stories if also given one back in kind.• "They say he's completely blind without his glasses but I've seen him take down something two hundred yalms away without them. If he can't see without them then how can he manage that, eh? They must just be for fashion..."
Sharpshooter
Theijo Lesrekta
Theijo was a long way from home, but that was nothing new. He'd left his true home behind roughly seventy years prior without any hesitation and without even looking back once. It was clear from an early age that the Sharlayn lifestyle wasn't for him and despite his parents' numerous attempts to bring him into their research he never took much of an interest. He could never sit still as a child and was always getting into trouble with his tutors for derailing his lessons. Any free time he had he would shoot. He got his hands on his first bow at age nine after watching some ship guards taking it in turns to hit a makeshift target fastened to a cargo crate whilst they waited for their goods to be offloaded. He and his friends had been watching in awe when the guards called the group over and let them give it a try. Once their ship was fit to leave the harbour one kind soul decided to leave the bow in Theijo's possession, having noticed his keen eye from his first few successful shots.Every day for the next ten years his mind would be occupied with his bow. At first his parents would take it off him, forcing him to study but after a while they accepted that their son would not be joining them in their research. They bought him a brand new bow and allowed him to study more about his weapon of choice - including maintenance, types of bow, aiming and tracking, and fletching arrows - so long as he agreed to train in the Gleaner arts. His parents said it would suit him more; he would get to see the world and utilise his bow skills in defence should he need to, whilst still helping Sharlayan with their grand endeavours. He begrudgingly accepted the compromise, setting down the bow long enough daily to study and train to be a gleaner.He hated it. He hated every moment of the job. He had known since he was a kid that this type of work wasn't for him. He'd heard stories of adventurer and mercenary groups in Eorzea, of how they'd band together and go from place to place earning their gil from quests and missions. That was the life he wanted, to be free to travel without any grand obligation to fulfil. Just him and his bow. His parents would never understand and got mad every single time he discussed leaving Sharlayan on anything other than a Gleaner request. He didn't understand their insistence that he remain on this island except for work so he just left.He had just turned nineteen and a boat to Limsa Lominsa was leaving that night. He raised no suspicion or alarm bells, acting normally until his parents went to bed for the night. He left a note, simply apologising but saying he had to leave and they would likely never see him again, before boarding the boat with no hesitation. He stuck true to those words: he never returned home to Sharlayan, not even a letter sent back. He didn't want to hurt his family or remind them of him with every communication and thought it best to just cut ties. Whether he was right or wrong, he cared not. He felt it was for the best.From the moment he landed on the shores of Eorzea he threw himself into his new life, finding it exactly as it had been described to him. He loved it, every single moment. Even in the darkest of times he found solace in the like-minded people who shared the campfire.It was a simple trip today. A convoy of wagons from the Sapphire Avenue Exchange through to Vesper Bay ready for transport to who–knows-where. It was above his pay grade to know such things, nor did he really care so long as there was nothing morally grey about the situation. His job was to make sure the goods got there safely, and so long as he wasn’t on the bad side of the Brass Blades or Immortal Flames he was more than happy to go along with it - in fact when loading the shipment into the carts he’d noticed the Flames’ official seal stamped across many of the crates so he knew things were above-board with the cargo.Adjusting his position to shade his eyes from the blinding sun creeping over the edge of the cliffside, he considered how far he’d come in the seventy years since he’d left home. Thinking back, he’d done some rather dubious and shady work in his youth but not by choice. Fresh off the boat from Sharlayan, green to the world of adventuring, he’d jumped at the chance to work with any adventuring group or mercantile party that would have him. Typical rookie errors that many keen adventurers made and ended up falling into the traps of banditry - or worse. Luckily for Theijo, those positions would never last long as he’d be out of there the moment the mission was over, never to be seen again by those he’d called his comrades mere moments before.Most of the time the groups just let him be when he decided to leave - he didn’t cause them trouble so they repaid the act in kind. A disagreement in how the world should work and a breakdown in working relationship that followed rarely required a firm hand or reporting to authorities, and there was no reason to leave any bad blood between him and the group in case they ended up working together in the future. Grudges led to mistrust, and mistrust led to failure or even death. An older Hyurian man had taught him that lesson quickly in his first mercenary unit when he’d kept Theijo from joining a bickering pair’s convoy - their bodies were found a few days later with knives in their backs. Clearly they’d been fighting so much they’d forgotten to watch out for each other and the result got them both killed.He had, however, turned his bow on his comrades exactly three times in his life, but only one had he had to loose an arrow.The first, a simple delivery of goods gone wrong. They’d delivered some sacks of grains to a small village when one of their party demanded additional compensation and when denied he threw it into the river. Many of the others in the group followed suit and only halted when an arrowhead was held against their Captain’s temple at point-blank range.The second, the mistreatment of prisoners through the streets of Ul’dah.They were homeless and to be tried for pickpocketing and theft of food, yet those on guard duty with him decided to kick them around like footballs whilst waiting for their transport. It wasn’t exactly his bow but a sharp fist to the jaw the perpetrator got Theijo kicked out of the group, but if they were going to treat people like that he wanted no part of it.The third is the shot he fired, and just like every shot he took it hit its mark. He tried not to dwell on that one too much but often found his mind wandering back involuntarily, replaying the moments over and over of the first time he took a life. Unfortunately he had taken many more since then, almost all in a kill-or-be-killed situation. He never took joy in killing and would avoid it at all costs, often mourning and respecting their deaths once the dust of battle had settled… they were also likely just doing their jobs. It was him or them, an easy choice to make…… But the first… the first one is the one that always stuck with him. That cold-blooded murder when he discovered the Captain of his squadron had been trafficking young men and women to be sold on the black market. It wasn’t the sight of the light leaving his old Captain’s eyes as his arrow pierced his skull that haunted him, but the complete lack of thought and hesitation in the act. He had confronted the Captain along with a group of other concerned members of the squadron where he freely confessed his actions, showing no remorse in his grin as he started to talk about 'testing the goods' before passing them off to be sold like cattle. He didn’t even get to finish his sentence before he was skewered to the wall behind him, hanging limply from the shaft of the arrow. Theijo left Limsa Lominsa for a few years after that, deciding it would be best to keep a low profile whilst things settled down. Nobody came after him, however; it seemed nobody reported him for the murder and he later discovered the body was never found. Clearly his companions at the time felt justice had been served and worked to dispose of the evidence to protect him.Decades had passed since those incidents and he had learned much in his years of adventuring and mercenary work, most importantly the ability to find reputable companies and squadrons. As this knowledge improved he found his tenure in groups would grow longer and longer, normally only disbanding due to retirement or death of the others in the group. Such was the life of a Viera - whilst he remained as spry and youthful as he were in his twenties, those around him grew old and sluggish and eventually opted for an easier and slower life in their later years. He’d been with this particular Free Company, which now existed under the umbrella of the Immortal Flames, for at least eleven years now and whilst he disliked the Ul’dahn heat he would suffer it for the company he kept all this time.Not once had he found cause to doubt the decisions of the leaders and every single quest or mission given to him had been done so with reputable and honest business and requests. If he ever had a concern he was free to bring it up or even decline to partake, but those were very few and far between. Being part of such a large and reputable company meant they would often team up with other reputable groups and often had fresh blood coming in through the doors to keep the halls busy and alive. He’d finally found a home that didn’t look like it would be disbanding any time soon.Bow in hand with an arrow notched as always, his forest green eyes continued to scan the cliff tops and the grounds behind them as they went. He was normally put at the back of any convoys as his keen sense of sight could spot an ambush upon their rear from yalms away, his own arrows easily hitting with accuracy up to 300 yalms, so it just made sense to keep him in the back to keep a look out as well as fend off any that dare to chase them. As expected, their journey through Western Thanalan was a peaceful one, making it through Horizon’s Edge and down through Sunset Gate without even a whisper of an issue. Most missions went like this and after a while it would be enough to make anyone complacent, but once again Theijo had learned his lesson on that through his many rookie years leading up to now. He remained alert and aware at all times, unlike some of their convoy it seemed. They were joking and laughing, barely looking where they were going and some even tripped over the pulley mechanisms as they descended towards their final destination.Theijo’s carriage was the last one to leave the tunnel, squinting as the Thanalan sun assaulted his eyes once more. He couldn’t see much from his position so he kept his ears high, craning his body and neck to keep an eye on the flanks as they passed between the two cliffs. It was only when his carriage passed the statue of The Silent King did he notice the smallest of movement to the right. Raising a hand to block out the sun and squinting, he focused on the movement before dread sank his stomach and panic raised his heart rate as he realised what the figure held in their hand.“Get clear of the cargo!” He called out to the convoy but he was a little too late as the first carriage of the three exploded, showering the group with splintered wood and leaving naught but a fiery wreck where the carriage once stood. Pained groans and screams of panic filled the clearing as Theijo hopped out of his carriage, aiming and loosing his arrow in a single heartbeat at the figure on the cliff side just as the second carriage in the convoy shattered apart in another blast of fire. His arrow found its target, felling their magical foe and putting an end to their blasts. Turning to face the carnage to assess the situation, Theijo was greeted with a fist landing against his temple, sending him crashing to the ground.Barely a moment after hitting the ground, Theijo rolled instinctively to the left just in time for the head of a bloodied axe to narrowly miss his head. Scrambling clear, bow still in hand, he staggered to his feet and notched an arrow which he aimed at his assailant but held the shot as a familiar face from the convoy stood in front of him. Not lowering his weapon or lessening the tension on the string he took stock of the disaster behind the axe-wielding man: two of the three shipments had been destroyed and small skirmishes around the wreckages could be seen. Their Company’s seal was clearly emblazoned on all of their clothes so it was clear they were plentiful in number and winning the battles, but it was still a mess with countless injured strewn across the clearing.“Why?” is all Theijo could muster, voice straining through the winding he received from the blow, preferring to keep chatter to a minimum whilst he recovered and kept a close eye on his surroundings for any sneak attacks. His assailant merely laughed, whom he now recognised as one of the guards assigned by the merchants travelling with the shipments. Either this entire mission was rigged to take them all out from the start or the client had some very powerful enemies able to sneak their own agents into the merchants' own guards.
"Why, for the gil of course!" His assailant laughed. "My new employer offered me three times the amount of money as these sorry excuses for merchants were. I'd be a fool not to take it." His smirk quickly faded into a sneer as he began to close the distance between the pair, axe raising for a strike. "It's nothing personal kid, it's just business after all. I'll make sire your body's burned with the rest of 'em." He dashed to close the remaining gap, slashing at Theijo's gut. He narrowly escaped evisceration, the blade nicking his skin as it swung by.Theijo hissed as blood seeped out of the wound, dripping down into the water underneath his feet. He was at a disadvantage: a bow against an axe was nowhere near being a fair and winnable fight so he began to scan for other options, opportunities to escape or gain the upper hand as he took slow and controlled steps away from the axe-wielding thug. He nocked an arrow and held the bow in a waiting position, ready to raise and fire should the opportunity present itself.
"No amount of gil is worth the pointless death and destruction you've brought here today," Theijo spat, malice leeching into his words. "You've had, what, at least 20 people killed and Gods knows how many injured. Sounds like you want to see them all off, too. Have you no conscience." This only incited further laughter from his assailant.
"Who needs a conscience when your pockets are lined with gil, boy! I'll finally be able to retire down in a beach front house with the amount I've made from this kinda work. You could say I've made… a killing." His laugher echoed through the clearing, vibrating in Theijo's sensitive ears. Raising his bow he took a near-point blank shot but his target turned at the last second, grazing the size of his face. Staggering and cursing, he dropped a hand from his axe and grabbed his face."You'll pay for that, you rabbit-eared shit!" is all Theijo heard as his enemy swung the axe at him with one hand, slicing the air from low to high. Theijo jumped backwards but wasn't quick enough, axe once again slicing his skin. The hit made him weak to the knees, stomach threatening to empty its contents as the pain surged through his body. He fell to all fours, gasping, expecting to finally meet his end by axe murder any moment now. He couldn't move, and he was prone and defenceless. The hit never came though. Instead, the axe clattered down next to him followed by his assailant, head glistening with blood where his skull had been crushed through blunt force.
"Theijo!" he heard a familiar voice calling, "You're alive. Thank the Twelve I got to you in time." He recognised the voice as belonging to Eriol, an older hyurian man who was one of the top officers in the unit. Eriol dropped to his armoured knees next to Theijo, a bloodied rock in his hand which was clearly the weapon of choice to save him from an imminent beheading, and reached out to grab his shoulder.
"C'mon Theijo, everything's fine. The Brass Blades had a unit up in Horizon and heard the commotion. They've gone and gotten everything under control. Look, we're saved." Theijo was shaking at this point as the adrenaline started to leave his body and the reality of the grave situation dawned on him. Eriol gave him another firm shake, trying to break him out of his own head. "C'mon Theijo, you've been through worse than this! Look you and you'll see what I mean. It'll help. We're safe. You're safe."A grim chuckle reverberated from his throat, gravelly and thick. “I can’t see it, Eriol,” he started calmly but with a tremor lacing his voice, lifting his hand and wiping away a blood smear before it dripped from his chin. More followed, however; some trickling down his neck and staining the collar of his shirt crimson whilst most streamed into a pool on the ground, seemingly never ending. He moved the blood-streaked hand around in front of him - left, right, up and dow, around in circles - before taking a shaky breath and running his now-trembling hand through his bloodied blonde hair, turning to his cheery friend with the right side of his face flowing blood from the socket of his eye. A pained smile inched across his expression, bottom lip now trembling as his voice cracked when he spoke.
“I can’t see it, Eriol, because I can’t see.”
Oswjn Rehw-gilda
The Fearless Tactician
Age: 19
Birthplace: Golmore Jungle
Hometown: Mist; La Noscea
Race: Viera (Rava)
Occupation: Student; Mage
Relations: Waka Tsurugi (girlfriend)Oswjn, or Ossy as those around him say much to his distaste, always wondered what life would be like outside the jungle. He never felt he would be ready to life the solitary life and survive to tell the tale - and that he wasn't. After accidentally breaking the Green Word, he found himself lost in a world of strange people and stranger voices. He somehow managed to end up on a cargo ship across to Aldenard and ended up at the gates of a friendly Free Company who took him in with open arms.Upon inspection, the mages here discovered him to be a veritable fount of aether and magical potential and immediately enrolled him in training in the magical arts as well as teaching him how to speak, read, and write in Eorzean. Whilst he does appear to be the most powerful in thaumaturgic arts, he favours the the arcane arts and has trained to become an Academecian with a penchant for shields and crowd-control in particular.With this, he has discovered a natural talent for strategy and tactics, making him a most-valuable asset to any adventuring party at their tactician and combat medic.
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“You can't keep living in the past, not when your present is here and the future's in front of you!”
“You can't keep living in the past, not when your present is here and the future's in front of you!”
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RP Hooks
• Are you an arcanist who experiments with carbuncle casting? He'd love to know what you're working on and share his own works on the subject.• Oswjn always covers himself up head-to-toe, no matter the weather. It's as if he's hiding something.• He's a magic and tactics guy. Need help or a study partner? He'll do what he can. Sparring partner? He'll give it a go. Stuck on a plan of action? Talk to him and he'll put something together for you.• Owning a heart of gold, he'll do anything to help someone in need. Someone struggling to lift something? He'll come and give them a hand. Need a fire starting? He'll spark one up in no time at all.
Seika Isse
The Thavnairian Fortune Teller
Age: 29
Birthplace: Radz-at-Han
Hometown: Radz-at-Han; Travelling
Race: Aura (Raen)
Occupation: Fortune Teller; Dancer; Tea Seller
Relations: Ajirai Isse (Husband)Seika's family knew she was special from the moment she first opened her eyes; the reversed limbal rings and opalescent scales being clear signs indicating she had been blessed by fate to inherit the ancient family gift of divination.Through her younger years her guesses were always right, whether it be as simple as predicting the weather or what someone would be wearing to the more complex such as predicting marriage pairings years before the happy couple formally met, and was blessed with overall good fortune. Physically, the reversed limbal rings began to glow from the centre, leaving a darker green rim edging the sage green glow. She developed a second set of horns shortly after her birth of which she was rather fond of decorating in flowers and filigree from childhood to present day.In the present, she still wanders across Eorzea and the Far East from time-to-time as the fates dictate but she does have some affiliations and friends who she holds near and dear, and finds herself being pulled in their directions quite regularly. Where will you encounter her?
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“Why hello there, Sunshine~ How about a nice cup of my special Thavnairian blend? I already know it's your favourite~”
“Why hello there, Sunshine~ How about a nice cup of my special Thavnairian blend? I already know it's your favourite~”
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RP Hooks
• Seika knows a lot about drinks, especially tea. Perhaps you need a recommendation when in a cafe or store, or would like to discuss the finer intricacies of brewing different blends, serving suggestions, and preferred pairings with her?• Seika is a fortune teller by trade. Perhaps you are a fellow diviner and would like to discuss the trade, or maybe you are merely curious as to how it works. Seika is happy to discuss the finer details of divination with both the curious and skeptics alike!•Seika ran a pop-up cafe known as Pastel Petals in the Gridanian residential district whilst she found herself stuck in Aldenard for a while. Maybe you have been? Maybe you have heard of it?
Eira Sylvenar
The Fashionable Fabricator
Age: 63
Birthplace: Xak Tural
Hometown: Gridania
Race: Viera; Shetona
Occupation: Weaponsmith; Armorsmith; Leatherworker
Relations: None
Eira's overprotective mother led him to leave his village at the very young age of 17, somehow landing on his feet in Tuliyollal by being snapped up for an apprentiship in the local forges.Within the vibrant city life he thrived and after two decades under his tutilage his old master declared he'd taught Eira all he had to know. That wasn't enough for him, however, as he was forever seeking to quench his curiosity on what could be improved or combined to be better.This curiosity led him to Aldenard where he found he had an affinity with the arcane arts just as much as he had with a hammer. Travelling back and forth between Tural and Limsa over the coming years led to him to his studies into combination weaponcraft with arcanima. He now resides within a Free Company in Gridania specialising in research.
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“You're hot? Well of course you're hot, you're in my forge - oh wait, that might just be me~”
“You're hot? Well of course you're hot, you're in my forge - oh wait, that might just be me~”
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RP Hooks
• Eira is a heavy weapons expert, but any well-made or fancy weapons will draw his attention. Got a special sword or staff that looks a little out of the ordinary? He won't leave you alone until he's gotten a good look.• Need a weapon or armour piece forging or repairing? Eira's your man! He'll seal the cracks, bang out the dents, balance your blades - and you'll be left looking good as new! That includes your magical items - he's well-trained.• Eira plays around with arcanima and has a special carbuncle to match his personality. Lately, he's been looking at ways to blend his weaponcraft with the art. Perhaps those versed in both swordplay and magic may be interested in his research.• He's an avid reader of fiction books, particularly fantasy. Don't read over his shoulder if you're easily flustered, however, as he's got a bad habit of reading romance books out in public. He's too old to care.
Astrelle Lensoire
The Astromancer
Age: 27
Birthplace: Ishgard
Hometown: Ishgard; Travelling
Race: Elezen (Wildwood)
Occupation: Astrologian
Relations: Ivert Lensoire (Fiancé)Astrelle is one of four children born into House Lensoire in Ishgard, and is the only daughter. Because of this her parents tried to keep her contained within the House for her own safety but she'd often find ways to sneak out and explore the city proper, no matter the weather or time of day. She seemed particularly enamoured with the Athenaeum Astrologicum where she was soon enrolled as a student. This captured her interest fully but never sated her desire for wanderlust.As she got older, she became harder and harder to track as she would simply wander wherever she felt the stars were telling her to go. Her skills, however, could not be questioned and soon she was granted leave from Ishgard to travel and study astromancy in all its possible forms. Her family refused at first, fearful of losing their only daughter and suitors from higher houses than theirs, however eventually acquiesced when it became obvious she had her eye on someone else... and they knew in her stubbornness she'd never change her mind, even if it was for the greater good of the family.
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“Where am I going? Goodness, I haven't the foggiest. The stars are my guide, and they decide my next destination.”
“Where am I going? Goodness, I haven't the foggiest. The stars are my guide, and they decide my next destination.”
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RP Hooks
• Astrelle suffers terribly with wanderlust and will often just take off and not have a clue where she's going. She'll never admit that she's lost but maybe you'll see her around trying to work out where she is and maybe point her in the direction of the closest town or city.• Astrelle has a strong sweet tooth. If she's not inside the bakery of her latest locale already sampling what fine delights they have she'll be at it's windows, drooling and waiting for the perfect time to enter.• If you see Astrelle alone, she's most likely not. Her fiancé, a low-born Temple Knight, follows her around dilligently as a guard on orders from her family. If they are to permit the two to be wed, he'd best make himself useful and prove himself worthy of entering high society. Don't be surprised if• She's very interested in how those in the Far East utilise the astrologian arts and is currently researching geomancy and how it works. Perhaps you can give her some insight.
Enkhmaa Qalli
The Songbird of Death & Peace
Age: 27
Birthplace: The Azim Steppe
Hometown: The Azim Steppe
Race: Aura (Xaela)
Occupation: Thaumaturge; Priestess
Relations: Siban Qalli (Partner)Enkhmaa Qalli - the Mother of Peace; the Priestess of Death; the Voice of the Eversong. That is what she was known as in her particular fracture of the Qalli tribe. She was a Priestess to the Dusk Mother, blessed by her gift at birth to carry the ever-burning flame and guide the souls of the dead into the lifestream where they would join the chorus of the Eversong until their melody born anew.It was what she was born to be, what she was raised to be, and what she would die being. This was her calling in life, one which she could not refuse. To her tribe, every soul had a song and it was her job to see that soul to the eternal Eversong at it's end. She never forgot a soul she had touched - not a single one. Many of those in the Xaela tribes accepted death as part of life's song, never fearing its end until they were faced with the reality that it was there turn to be silenced.Many found her presence at their time for their song to leave the manuscript to be a comfort, and gladly serves the Dusk Mother in her position no matter where she may be in the world.
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“Fear not, for I shall hold your hand as you enter death's embrace and return to the Eversong~ From there you will be born again once more~”
“Fear not, for I shall hold your hand as you enter death's embrace and return to the Eversong~ From there you will be born again once more~”
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RP Hooks
• Struggling with grief or have a loved one passing soon? Perhaps Enkhmaa could offer some comfort and guidance during these most difficult of times.• Have something dangerous to attend and not sure you'll make it out alive? Nothing like a blessing from a priestess of death to truly put your mind at ease.
Eversong
Enkhmaa Qalli
Someone would die today.The Soulsong of the Qalli ebbed and flowed across the Steppe in its natural and effortless melodic harmony, except one soul's song faltered during every crescendo. In the centre of the tribal village rested the one in question; the one who's soul longed for the Eversong of the Lifestream. He did not have long left on the mortal plane granted to them by the Dusk Mother and every few bars his soul slipped further and further from the manuscript. He would die today. The poor boy, only thirteen winters and fatally wounded by a Steppe beast whilst training for his first Nadaam, although not enough to silence his song that instant. No, he had been carried back to the village where the wounded had little chance of succour from one of the healers as the damage was too great. So there he lay, gasping for breath, his rasping playing sharp on the Qalli songsheet as he fought off the inevitable silence.A flurry of robes appeared through the draped fabric covering the entrance to the building, their colour of red as deep as the blood which flowed through their veins contrasted sharply against the wearer's pearlescent skin and ebony hair. An earthly smell assaulted her nostrils as she entered, her orange irises first drawn to the healer's discarded poultices from the failed healing ceremony, before falling upon the bloodied boy. She had already known the damage was done, she felt it from across the village upon their return - his soul was not long for this world and would soon return to the Eversong and it was her job to guide it there peacefully. The boy was fighting to keep his tune alive, each breath forced and laboured, yet his efforts were wasted. He came to this realisation swiftly as the robe-clad Xaela knelt by his bedside, and thus he began to wail a tune of terror and dread, his body violently trembling. Many of those in the Xaela tribes accepted death as part of life's song, never fearing its end until they were faced with the reality that it was there turn to be silenced. Many reacted this way, especially those this young, especially when they knew she was here for them. The poor sweet young boy...And so she sang. She sang song after song, melody after melody, all the while holding the poor boy's hand in her own and offering the kindest and purest of joyous smiles, her gaze never leaving his own. The boy soon began to smile, no longer quivering in fear but relaxing into the melody. The corners of his eyes still welled with tears as the emotions remained but his soul was soothed by the melody as his own song entered a diminuendo until his soul sang no more. She watched as the light left his eyes and body became limp, his soul guided from this world and into the Eversong by her chorus. She continued her song for a short while longer as a mark of respect for the silenced warrior before placing his hand upon his own chest, fingertips lingering against his now-cold skin and standing. She paid her respects to his mother resting by the doorway, her own song fractured as she lost a piece of her world, before briskly leaving and not looking back.The red-robed Xaela soon found herself at the edge of a cliff outside of the village, gazing onwards across the chasm and into the distant star-studded skies. A singular tear trickled down her moonlit skin as she committed the feeling of the boy's soul leaving his body and entering the Eversong to memory. She never forgot a soul she had touched - not a single one. No matter how many she guided to peace, it tore her apart inside yet she could not show it. This was her calling in life, one which she could not refuse. She was a Priestess to the Dusk Mother, blessed by her gift at birth to carry the ever-burning flame and guide the souls of the dead into the lifestream where they would join the chorus of the Eversong until their melody born anew.She was Enkhmaa - the Mother of Peace; the Priestess of Death; the Voice of the Eversong.
Erindet Kisne
The Magitek Miscreant
Age: 76
Birthplace: The Skatay Mountainrange
Hometown: No Fixed Abode
Race: Viera (Veena)
Occupation: Magitek Engineer
Relations: NoneErindet broke the Green Word the moment he was taken from his tribal village in the Skatay Range. He found no joy in the idea of a solitary life as a defender of a village he was now exiled from just for being male and decided to venture out into the world unknown, never to return.His direction pointed him into Dalmasca where after 6 months of bounding place to place he finally settled in Rabanastre. An older viera man who had broke their own Green Word centuries before had set up and worked in his own magitek woirkshop, taking in the wandering youth who left the jungle just like him. From him he learned the ways of the craft, doing what he could to earn his keep.As Garlemald descended, however, he was sadly capured by their forces and conscripted to work within their ranks and their own workshops for decades. He managed to escape one day, although he doesn't share the story of how but it's clear from his soulless smile that he's not quite the same man he used to be.He now resides within a Free Company in Gridania specialising in research and generally tinkering with anything brought to him.
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“Fire? Fire's always good. But what if we add a little... 'spice'.”
“Fire? Fire's always good. But what if we add a little... 'spice'.”
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RP Hooks
• Erindet's always got a wide smile on his face, but those good at reading expressions will note that it doesn't quite reach his eyes.• He's often seen tinkering or playing with an old pocket chronometer. It's a very old design, and he's either admiring it or working on it.• Need a tool or piece of equipment for something? Found some interesting Allag wotsits or Magitek thingymabobs? Pass them into Erindet and he might just know what it is... and if not he'll no doubt be able to figure it out for you.• This man has no sense of danger. Need some to dive into something with reckless abandon? He's your viera.
L'tulia Lihn
The Budding Baker
Age: 28
Birthplace: La Noscea
Hometown: Limsa Lominsa
Race: Miqo'te (Seeker)
Occupation: Baker
Relations: NoneA baker living in the heart of Limsa Lominsa, L'tulia lives and breathes the bustling port life. So many faces passing through the markets each day and night, some familiar and some new.She started her apprenticeship with the Culinarian's guild a the tender young age of 14 with a dream of opening her own bakery one day. Whilst she's somewhat achieved part of that goal, she's still got a ways to go.Running her market stall every single morning with an abundance of charisma, energy, and charm - if her baked goods don't win you over her sales pitch certainly will.
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“There's nothing a little bit of flour and a few eggs can't solve. Oh, and sugar. Lots and lots of sugar.”
“There's nothing a little bit of flour and a few eggs can't solve Oh, and sugar. Lots and lots of sugar..”
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RP Hooks
• She has a stall in the Lominsan market that's open most days selling fresh baked goods, wind rain or shine. Perhaps you're after a pastry or you just happen to wander the market.• She has a mouth like a sailor. Don't let her sweet appearance fool you, she'll give you a tongue-lashing in some very colourful words if she has to.• She's strangely nocturnal, despite her morning presence at the markets. You're more likely to find her out and about of a night.
Cehti Myuliah
The Harmless 'Harmacist'
Age: 23
Birthplace: The Black Shroud
Hometown: Gridania
Race: Miqo'te (Seeker/Keeper)
Occupation: Alchemist
Relations: Kalanai'to Riqual (Boyfriend); Fa'reiyja Tojaata (sister)Forever living in the shadow of her older and more successful sister, Cehti is both trapped by her sister's concerns for her wellbeing and her parents' worries of the world around them. She's desperate to live her best adventurer life, but whenever she brings it up to family she's knocked straight back down again.She knows why, and she knows her family do too. She doesn't blame them, but she wishes they'd let it go. It was almost a decade ago, and accidents happen all the time.She whittles away the hours with time in the lab, playing with potent herbs and combinations of metals and chemicals. Something to add a little flair to her mundane Gridanian life.
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“I mean.. I could always just make a flashbang?”
“I mean.. I could always just make a flashbang?”
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RP Hooks
• She loves stories of adventures, whether they be small and local or grand explorations. She'll be enthralled and hanging off every word, true or not.• Need a potion with a little... spice? She's got the brains and the equipment to mix it up. Whether it be a flashbang or something with a little bit more power, ask and you shall receive... maybe.
Suriintuya Qestir
The Baby Botanist(..?)
Age: 22
Birthplace: Azim Steppe
Hometown: No Fixed Abode
Race: Au Ra (Xaela)
Occupation: Botanist & Flower Merchant
Relations: NoneA Qestir by birth means a quiet life growing up, and the Qestir do not believe in spoken word. Nobody knows if she even knows how to speak, not even her.As she entered into her teenage years the silence at home within her tribe on the Steppe was almost deafening, especially when she could hear the energetic roars and chants of the other tribes passing through Reunion. She often found herself in nighttime gatherings of youths from other tribes, all sharing stories of their battles on the plains, before returning home to complete silence.She decided she couldn't live that life, and instead packed up her bedroll and equipment, and decided to take her family's knowledge of plants and flowers on the road. She became a travelling flower merchant, going wherever life took her - gathering flowers from areas far and wide and selling them in markets around the world. However... you can take the Xaela out of the Steppe, but you can't take the Steppe out of the Xaela.
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-Waves Excitedly and Happily-
She's a mute. I don't need to translate this handwriting for you surely!
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RP Hooks
• Ask her about her very big gardening scythe. I promise you she won't talk about it.• Do you know how to use Eastern sign language, or have the patience to try and communicate? A mute life is a lonely life, and she'll entertain anyone who wants to give a conversation a try.• She's like a magpie for pretty flowers, especially those which are bright and colourful and full of scent.
Ttsanasi Haatayo
The Gallant Guardian
Age: 29
Birthplace: Shaaloani
Hometown: No Fixed Abode
Race: Miqo'te (Hhetsarro)
Occupation: Guard
Relations: NoneTtsanasi has always had a strong sense of purpose, and that purpose was to protect. Since he was a young child he was always defending those who didn't or couldn't fight back against the bullies or the local fauna, even if it resulted in him getting hurt in the process.He begged to join the Shaaloani guardsmen from a young age and was begrudgingly accepted as soon as he was old enough to be declared an adult - only begrudgingly because they knew he'd be selfless to a fault and they'd lose a real good kid to the wilds.Years went by and Ttsanasi's strength and experience only grew - as did the size of his heart for caring for those in need. A chance visit to the Turali capital had him talking to an unusual adventurer, making him realise there was more than just guarding his homeland and his people. He packed his bags and set out into the world, seeking out those truly in need.
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“My life is yours to give if it's for the right reasons. You can't buy my services with coin alone.”
“My life is yours to give if it's for the right reasons. You can't buy my services with coin alone..”
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RP Hooks
• Got a quest? Ttsanasi could be persuaded... if his morals and goals align with yours. You'll find his services are hard to buy with just gil alone, and not everything has a price.• He loves kids, and kids seem to love him. He'll never have a family of his own, but he'll be more than happy to babysit.• Food is the way to this man's heart. He can't cook for himself and lives on bought meals and things he can eat quickly on the road with little prep.
Qahe'sae Elakha
The Nurturing Nomad
Age: 29
Birthplace: Nagxia
Hometown: No Fixed Abode
Race: Miqo'te (Keeper)
Occupation: None
Relations: NoneComing soon...
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“Coming Soon”
“Coming Soon”
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RP Hooks
Coming soon
Kyokuho Naledi
The Musing Merchant
Age: 29
Birthplace: The Ruby Sea
Hometown: Kugane
Race: Au Ra (Raen)
Occupation: Merchant
Relations: Sage Naledi (adoptive sister)Coming soon...
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“Coming Soon”
“Coming Soon”
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RP Hooks
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Larsian Huorlwesfv
The Sharlayan Sage
Age: 26
Birthplace: New Sharlayan (Idyllshire)
Hometown: Old Sharlayan
Race: Viera (Veena)
Occupation: Doctor
Relations: NoneComing soon...
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“Coming Soon”
“Coming Soon”
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RP Hooks
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Nicollette Rossignol
The Harmonious High Lady
Age: 23
Birthplace: Ishgard
Hometown: Ishgard
Race: Elezen (Wildwood)
Occupation: Musician; Astrology Student
Relations: NoneComing soon...
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“Coming Soon”
“Coming Soon”
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RP Hooks
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OOC Details
Thanks for reading :)Timezone: GMT Sun-Thurs, CST Fri-SatAvailability: Normally free unless I have something pre-planned. Just ask and I'm sure we can arrange something despite my timezones. I'm often awake until 9pm EST Sun-Thurs but with pre-planning I can sometimes be around until 11pm EST.Server: Crystal Datacentre
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•Lore-abiding RP but sensible lore-bending is fine
•Mixed-length posts - mine are normally 1-2 posts long but I'll match you!
•Mature RP - darker themes are a-ok with me but if in doubt just ask first.
•Long-term consequences and ongoing stories.
•One off interactions or fleeting conversations. Don't be afraid to RP, even if it's only 5 minutes long.I don't welcome...
•ERP - don't even ask
•Serious harm to a character without prior discussions. Small nicks and grazes are fine, but not a cut or gash.
•Confusing IC with OOC - I am not my character, and the character is not me.
•RP with named in-game characters from the FFXIV story or elsewhere. Just don't do it. Be your own person. Please.
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