#Eorzean Dweller

[adahlenan]

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~ Ishgard Dwellers series ~

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#FFXIV #Gposes #Friend's Characters #My Characters #FFXIV Zachrielan Iceblade #Leighton Clarke #Felix Sharp #Sethileon Harper #Almaricoux Dilant #Arleaux Zuicoix #Almari is cheating and he does not care <3 alls fair in love and brothers racing up the jumping puzzle <3 #Felix is here for the cheating even tho its his husband getting shoved into the ocean #ALSO PLS BE CAREFUL LEIGH THAT CRAB IS GONNA GET U IF UR NOT CAREFUL. U WANNA SHOW UR HUSBAND HOW COOL AND LIMSAN U ARE BUT LIKE!!!

[faerie-apples]

THE BASICS –––

Name: Ashilanna

Age: 32

Nameday: She’s not really sure. She knows it's about summer time.

Race: Wildwood Elezen

Gender: Female

Alignment: Neutral Good

Marital Status: Unmarried

Server: Balmung

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE –––

Hair: Honey Blonde

Eyes: Bright Blue

Height: 6’3

Build: Tall and Lithe

Common Accessories: Red Scarf, Travel Bag 

PERSONAL –––

Profession: Ash doesn’t really have a profession. She does what is needed for the upkeep of her homestead.

Hobbies: Cleaning, homesteading, long walks, swimming in rivers and ponds

Languages: Eorzean Common

Birthplace: South Shroud

Patron Deity: Nymeia

RELATIONSHIPS –––

Spouse: “No, I haven’t quite had that fortune.”

Children: “I wonder if my animals count…”

Parents: “My parents passed a long time ago, but they were wonderful.”

Siblings: “I am an only child.”

Other Relatives: “My parents were also only children.”

Pets: “I have some chickens, and some local wolves have a tendency to sleep on my porch.”

TRAITS –––

Extroverted / In Between / Introverted - Ash doesn’t always seek people out but when she comes across them she is not shy to strike up conversation.

Disorganized / In Between / Organized - When you rely on yourself and nature to stay alive being organized enough to have the resources needed for every season is a necessity. 

Close Minded / In Between / Open Minded - Ash enjoys learning things about anything outside of her scope of view.

Calm / In Between / Anxious - She’s so calm sometimes it's unsettling.

Disagreeable / In Between / Agreeable - It depends on the topic at hand.

Cautious / In Between / Reckless - She lives alone deep in the woods and runs into strangers all the time. That tree isn’t THAT tall…

Patient / In Between /  Impatient - She’s EXTREMELY patient.

Outspoken / In Between / Reserved - She’s a quiet girl who doesn’t like to fuss a lot.

Leader / In Between / Follower - She has to lead as she needs to be able to know she can take care of herself and the things that need to be taken care of.

Empathetic / In Between / Apathetic - Empathy is one of her best qualities.

Optimistic / In Between / Pessimistic - As is her optimism. 

Traditional / In Between / Modern - Ash takes a traditional hand to her homesteading, but is absolutely open to more modern approaches.

Hard working / In Between / Lazy - All she does is work. Rarely does she take a day off.

Cultured / In Between / Uncultured - She is as cultured as she can be living alone in the woods.

Loyal / In Between / Disloyal - You’ll never find a more loyal friend. 

ADDITIONAL INFORMATION –––

Smoking Habit:  “I would prefer not to, but I do keep some on hand in case I need to trade them for something.”

Alcohol: “I am offered a drink sometimes when I visit the inns.”

RP HOOKS –––

Ashilanna is a forest dweller. A little wisp of a woman. Has a tendency to be unfindable when you want her, but there when you really need her.

The Hunters Friend: Ashilanna cannot bring anything down larger than a rabbit. Ash will always seek out hunters for trading.

“Are you lost?”: Ashilanna is known to come upon people who have skewed from their path, and will set you back on the correct one.

Forest Dwellers Friend: If you’ve lived there long enough you have come across her, or at least heard of her. You know she is safe to approach for helping or trading.

CONTACT INFORMATION  –––

You can contact me here or on Twitter @fae-apples. This character is an alt so when I am online you can more than likely find me on my main Mandalina Tristelle. 

Notes –––

I am a parent and I have to manage my time wisely. It is far better to schedule a time for RP rather than just have spontaneous. I am, for the most part, always free after 9PM EST, but can be a little flexible if asked in advance.

#char: ashilanna #ffxiv #ffxiv roleplay #elezen

[tenuuchlegch]

HC: Nameday

So since it is nearing the 18th of January, I figured it would only be right for me to explain Odtsetseg’s personal experiences with namedays and how it differs from Eorzean traditions.

To start off with people of the steppe do not typically celebrate namedays. Like certain individuals of eons long past, it is common for steppe xaela to focus more on the good of the tribe rather than the individual. However Odtsetseg’s mother, having originally come from a higher-class, Doman family opted to celebrate her children’s lives the only way she knew how. Which was in her case, making noodles for the entire tribe of Hotgo. In her homeland they were considered a rich delicacy, which the upper crust often enjoyed whilst those amidst lower classes saved them for special occasions. When Yui gave herself away, this practice became a tradition of sorts. However it wasn’t to only celebrate Odtsetseg’s age, but also to remember Yui and Oda and all that they have given towards sect. Temujin would even pray to the gods, for his wife and son’s continued safety. 

In the years following Hotgo’s demise, Odtsetseg and her father still had a bowl of noodles on the her nameday, however these exchanges were much more quiet than before. It became even moreso, when Temujin passed and during her first one without him the warrior of light broke down into uncontrollable sobbing, that lasted for hours. For a time, the day only brought her misery. 

It wasn’t until she reunited and reconciled with Oda along with Yui, that the sadness day brought began to ebb. Odtsetseg had still lost so much, but now she would not face it alone. 

Throughout the years day has gradually brought more joy, but Odtsetseg is not one to bring it up much. This is mainly due to the fact that it was an anomaly amongst steppe-dwellers, but the heartache it provoked for a time definitely factors into this habit as well. She hasn’t even told the Scions, officially. However if they had a chance to talk to Yui or Oda, I would imagine they likely caught wind about it when the day approached.

#SECRETS OF HYDAELYN'S CHOSEN (headcanon) #((since my last blog wiped)) #((I figured there's no problem reiterating/adding more context to this here <3)) #((but yeah... Odtsetseg doesn't really want her b-day to be a well known fact at this point gkjhgkjfg))

[nymfaia]

Alta learning that other cultures in the realm often bury their dead really... took her by surprise, and she was doubly taken aback when Eorzeans seemed distressed when she described their sky burials.

Laying their loved ones out to return to nature seemed the most logical thing for people to do, she thought. Sky burials allowed for flesh and bone to be useful to the creatures on the Steppe and encouraged souls on their path, since facing them to the sky made it easier for them to find Azim, the dawn father.

The Steppe dwellers did not often decorate the dead. The Hotgo were known to use specific mourning face paint, however, in hopes that like would recognize like in the afterlife, and make it easier for them to be reincarnated. But that was all.

It was not until those in Gridania explained their views - that burying people in the soil aided nature the same as leaving them for corpse cleaners and other wildlife - that Alta began to view the act in a favorable light. The dead still got to return to the elementals, and their gods, if they so believed. They were not so different.

It was not until they lost Moenbryda that she learned of the tradition of leaving flowers. With her affinity to nature - and the echoes of creation magic, one might argue - it was never difficult for her to ask the elementals for a favor, and for flowers to swiftly come to blossom over where they laid, no matter the conditions.

#death tw #gore tw #body horror tw #☄️ alta ; hcs. #ooc 🍑 peaches & queues.

[heirbane]

Something something, the Garleans went from using horses to mech riders and consider those who use chocobo as steeds to generally be barbaric, and most of the Garlean population have never seen a chocobo.

Those in the military and those involved with beast taming, obviously, are the exception to the rule, but most city dwellers would probably be petrified at the size that chocobo come in.

(A lot of Eorzeans have never seen a horse. Those on the Steppe are an exception, but most would assume the creatures are weird deer or some sort of elk.)

#ⅹⅳ tertius oculus ( hcs. )

[gunbun]

17. fade

delicious navel gazing and oblique shadowbringers/5.3 spoilers

In a way, Tiona could very much empathize with the Ancients.

Here she was, a present-day creature with a longer lifespan than most of her counterparts, who got knocked upside the head at the same time that the moon bumped into Eorzea, and was now struggling to remember a century-and-a-half spent in Dalmasca.

She remembered the smells and sounds; she remembered how to make curry and track a route amongst the trees.  She remembered leaving the jungle to go and fight alongside the city-dwellers (and how that decision was final and not something she could walk back from); and she remembered Vibeka –

(She would never forget Vibeka, even if she couldn’t remember when it was that they’d made love for the last time, and even if she watched her former lover’s death.  It was not at the hands of Garlemald, even if they enabled the circumstances that led to it)

Tiona would never recall how she’d ended up fleeing in just the right direction such that some kind soul brought her to an Eorzean Alliance army camp, where she’d recovered from her concussion with few ill effects (Perhaps this inability to remember was a byproduct of that, or perhaps it was because so much had happened in such a short time.

Traveling on the First had expanded her worldview; a century ago the jungle was the whole universe.  Five years ago, Hydaelyn was the whole universe.  

And now – she saw the universe for what it was.

Now it was like there were parts of her whole life that were becoming irrelevant in retrospect, becoming things that were fated to fade away.

After all, in the face of the infinity of space and the infinity of time, the goings-on of a large-eared Viera on one star in the middle of all of it seem trite by comparison.

#FFxivWrite2020 #ffxivwrite #oc: tiona eryut

[astral-ice]

LFRP and FC - Cressida Hart

“"Lighten up, dear. Being so cold towards everyone won't get you anywhere. Though - can't stop you now can I? Whatever, no time to be talking about that dreary stuff. Now, come, drink up!”

The Basics ––– –

Age: 29

Birthday: 26th Sun of the 1st Umbral Moon (January 26th)

Race: Highlander Hyur

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Pansexual

Marital Status: Single

Server: Balmung, Crystal Data Center

Physical Appearance ––– –

Hair: Messy black hair. While it gets brushed, she prefers more of the reckless look. 

Eyes: Light sapphire blue, sometimes mistaken for gray

Height: 6′2″ (182.88 cm)

Build:  Lithe. While she definitely has the muscle to back up any combat, speed and endurance are always her best friend. 

Distinguishing Marks:

Bandaged Cheek: Does she have a cut, something she doesn’t want people to see? Who knows, but it’s a small peculiarity. 

Personal ––– –

Profession: [Redacted], Confectioner, and Baker

Hobbies: Baking, booze (and lots of it!), hunting, chocobo racing

Languages: Common Eorzean

Residence: ??? (Current); however, you can find her frequenting the Brume.

Birthplace: The Holy See of Ishgard

Patron Deity: Halone

Fears: That’s a secret~

Relationships ––– -

Significant Other: None

Children: None

Parents: One living father and stepmother. As for her mother, after her siblings were born, it’s unknown if she is living or dead.

Siblings:  Two sisters (one younger and one older) and two brothers (both younger)

Other Relatives: Probably some sprinkled in the world here and there.

Pets: Several but they tend to shy away from most people.

Traits ––– -

Extroverted / In Between / Introverted

Disorganized / In Between / Organized

Close Minded / In Between / Open Minded

Calm / In Between / Anxious

Disagreeable / In Between / Agreeable

Cautious / In Between / Reckless

Patient / In Between / Impatient

Outspoken / In Between / Reserved

Leader / In Between / Follower

Empathetic / In Between / Apathetic

Optimistic / In Between / Pessimistic

Traditional / In Between / Modern

Hard-working / In Between / Lazy

Cultured / In Between / Uncultured

Loyal / In Between / Disloyal

Faithful / In Between / Unfaithful

Additional information ––– –

Smoking Habit: Rarely. Mostly doesn’t due to the taste, but if she’s stressed or something else requires it, she has no problem using it.

Drugs: Whether or not Cressida uses these is something she’ll never disclose.

Alcohol: Heavily - if she doesn’t have any on her person, something is very, very wrong.

RP Hooks ––– –

Brume Dweller: Hang around the Brume a lot? Outside of the Jeweled Crozier, Cressida frequents these areas a lot. Her upbringing mostly came from here and there’s a high possibility someone may know her. 

Lover of Baked Goods: She makes sweets and baked goods, ‘nuff said. You like it, she’ll sell it, make small talk. What could be simpler!

Odd Dealings: What is this you may ask? Well, it’s exactly how it says. Cressida is adventurous on what she does. Considering she’s lived in the Brume and has had to fight for survival before, she’s always up for something... different.

Anything else really! Cressida has very few limits and is willing to do almost anything. If you have an idea, just hit me, the mun, up and we can discuss. 

Contact Information  ––– –

Tumblr: Just follow the post and you’ll get there! Currently, you can get a hold of me here the easiest. I should respond within a few hours of any messages.

In-Game: You can find me either on Ibahka Ejinn or Veis Hyskaris, both on Balmung. While I am not on Cressida as much, she does have access to all areas. 

Discord: Please message me on tumblr first for this info!

Additional Information: 

Please note that Cressida is the morally grey character of the three you can roleplay with. Some things she may potentially do can be be seen either good or bad. Just giving all potential partners a head up before any RP with her. 

#ffxiv #ffxiv rp #ffxiv roleplay #balmung #crystal dc #highlander hyur #techinically #ishgard #brume

[talysings]

LFRP--T’ahlia Chelewae

The Basics –––

Server: Balmung

Age: 29

Birthday: 12th Sunday, First Astral Moon

Race: Miqo'te | Keeper/Seeker Mix

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Lesbian

Alignment: Neutral Good with Lawful Tendencies

Marital Status: Single

 Physical Appearance –––

Hair: White

Eyes: Blue

Height: 5’

Build: Toned, lean in some places, curvy in others

Distinguishing Marks: Small scar on the left shoulder blade; Menphina and Azeyma tattoo (Moon and Sun) on left shoulder

Common Accessories: Delicate neck chain with a jeweled dragonfly on it

 Personal –––

Profession: Writer/Performer | Formerly Scout for Hire

Likes:

·         Performing (Singing, guitar, acting)

·         Writing

·         Fishing

Dislikes:

·         Rude people

·         Garlemald

 Languages:

·         Eorzean (primary)

·         Bits of Miqo’te Huntspeak

Residence: Lavender Beds/Shirogane

Birthplace: Ul’dah

Religion: The Twelve

Patron Deity: Halone

Fears:

·         Being under someone else’s control

·         Writing or performing badly

·         Letting people down

·         Being alone forever

Relationships –––

Spouse: —None

Children: —None

Parents:

·         Rhaya Chelewae, mother (deceased) – A Keeper from the Shroud. Her family were poachers and kidnappers. When driven out for daring to love a Seeker, she fled to Ul’dah. She discovered she was pregnant with T’ahlia on the way there. She rejected her own heritage and raised T’ahlia as a city dweller.

·         T’vett, father (deceased) – T’ahlia only recently discovered that her father had not perished in the Shroud. They reunited very briefly before his death. He left her his company and wealth.

·         Other Relatives: No known living relatives

Pets:

·         Cinnamon, a fox kit.

 Traits –––

* Bold your character’s answer.

Extroverted / In Between / Introverted

Disorganized / In Between / Organized

Close Minded / In Between / Open Minded

Calm / In Between / Anxious

Disagreeable / In Between / Agreeable

Cautious / In Between / Reckless

Patient / In Between /  Impatient

Outspoken / In Between / Reserved

Leader / In Between / Follower

Empathetic / In Between / Apathetic

Optimistic / In Between / Pessimistic

Traditional / In Between / Modern

Hard-working / In Between / Lazy

Cultured / In Between / Uncultured

Loyal / In Between / Disloyal

Faithful / In Between / Unfaithful

 Additional information –––

Smoking Habit: None.

Drugs: None.

Alcohol: Drinks, but alcohol to this point has no effect on her.

 RP Hooks –––

·         Performer - You might see her performing at any number of locations, if you enjoy such things. Talk to her afterwards about the show.

·         Learning Guitar? – Taly is starting to teach guitar at the Palazzo Aldenard soon.

·         Business Person Importing Things? – Taly owns a business which exports high quality gemstones out of Meracydia, as well as some fruits and other unique plants.

·         Need a Scout? – Taly is essentially retired from scouting, but maintains her skills and still knows many places well and is a dead shot with a bow. She would need a good reason to become involved.

·         Like to fish? – So does Taly. Like, a lot.

What I’m Looking For –––

·         Friends

·         Performing partners or practice buddies

·         Open to romance, but Taly is not casual. She hopes to find someone long term someday (and I would need to get along well with the player ooc). She is pretty much my only character, so I would not be interested in shipping her with an alt that was rarely in-game.

 Limits –––

·         I don’t like god-moding.

·         Darker rp may be possible, but Taly is not really a dark character, and there are certainly things she wouldn’t be involved with, so you will need to coordinate ooc

·         Casual erp is a no. If you are often trolling the Quicksand, we will not likely rp well together.

·         No permanent damage or death

  ABOUT ME  –––

I am a teacher in the real world, in the Eastern U.S. I love to log in to FFXIV after work. Taly is my main character, and I am almost always playing her. I prefer in-game rp to Discord. I do use Discord extensively for coordination, and ooc discussion with players. I enjoy the PVE side of the game as well if you want to run some content (don’t expect an expert though, I’m a casual player).

Contact Information  –––

In Game: Walk-ups are fine, though a tell as a warning is appreciated. At events, feel free to walk on up without a tell.

 Discord: T'ahlia Chelewae#4374

You may contact me in game, or via Discord.

#crystal lfrp #balmung lfrp #lfrp #ffxiv #ffxiv rp #ffxiv lfrp #ffxiv-crystal-rp

[vibrantstillness]

Prompt #16: Jitter

Michishio looked down at her hand. She kind of wanted to hit something. Not out of any violent impulse or frustration, but out of the sheer desire to move her hand very quickly. Pale fingers shifted their grip on the handle of a steaming cup of dark liquid, and she took another sip of its bitter contents. This was coffee? Another inexplicable surface-dweller fixation. She'd heard it wasn't uncommon to add other things to it to make it more palatable, a dilution it sorely needed, but she felt she needed a grasp of the beverage's essence before she went attempting any advanced culinary alchemy. That, and she didn't trust herself not to make it worse.

She drummed a fingernail against the side of the mug, part of her embarrassed at raising such an immodest clatter but most of her simply enjoying the stimulation against her finger and in her horns. The company dining area was empty this late, an hour the cautious Raen had chosen precisely for its lack of company. Who was to know what effects an unknown stimulant might have? Many Eorzeans seemed so nonchalant about other substances that she had a hard time taking them at their word when they insisted something was harmless. Her fiancé had simply laughed when she voiced her concerns and invited her to give it a try, so here she sat.

Her tail twitched. So this was the 'zoomies' miss Garanji had mentioned. The term seemed daft at the time, nonsensical, an absurd confabulation of a disordered state of mind. Just now, it seemed the only sensible word for this bundle of nervous energy that gnawed somewhere below her sternum. The first cup had done relatively little; it had simply set back her internal clock a few hours. As the cup drained it felt, almost impossibly, as though it were early evening instead of decidedly after dark as the windows at the edge of the double row of long oaken tables attested.

The second cup had produced a much more certain alertness, almost like a slowly creeping spike of adrenaline but with less urgency. The third had produced a jittery, almost fraying hyper-consciousness that had her trying to make a mental catalogue of every detail in the room. Not any specific detail, just... details. How much dust was on the shelves. The number of panes in the window. How many tiles there were on the floor between her and the bar. Most curiously, it had produced the simultaneous desire for a fourth cup and the near-certain knowledge that this was a bad idea.

It was.

Along with the souring of her gut and the faint beginnings of nausea, she developed a need to move. Whether it was the lashes of her tail or the darting of her eyes, she simply couldn't sit still. She now stared at the dregs of the final quarter of her little experiment with a frown. She couldn't blame the coffee. She'd done this to herself. Her musings were interrupted by a rumble in her gut, prompting a little wave of surprised panic and disgust. Did coffee do this too?!

She stood hastily, sending her chair scooting several ilms across the floor. She'd take care of this first, then sort out something to do while... not sleeping. Perhaps some calligraphy while praying her hands didn't shake. Coffee was not any sort of habit she was keen to adopt, not the way some in the company had, but in small amounts it might prove... useful.

She tucked that tidbit away and trotted off towards the restroom.

#FFxivWrite2019 #Michishio Sakanoue #Maya Garanji #FFXIV RP #Mateus RP #Crystal RP

[shadow-and-quill]

LF RP: Ritsuka Aoki (Coeurl/Crystal)

BASICS

Age: 24 (nameday unknown)

Race:  Miqo’te, Keeper of the Moon

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Homosexual

Marital Status: Single (not looking)

————— ♦ • ♦ —————

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE

“A handsome man of composed dignity with not a hair out of place and a confidence that does not teeter into arrogance.”

Hair/Fur: Black with a light wave, falls to mid-back. While at work, is tied up in a high tail or bun. While at ease, usually in a loose braid. Both hair and fur are meticulously groomed and clean.

Eyes: Lavender, wears glasses to correct his blurry right eye.

Height: 5′7′’

Build: Fair-skinned with a long-furred tail. Slender but with a dancer’s build that is easily covered with his clothing style (Eastern robes). Walks with perfect posture with a slight limp on cold or rainy days.

Distinguishing Marks: Tattooed black mark on his forehead. A thin scar over his right eye and small scar on left cheek near his chin. Lashing scars on back. Five ilm scar inside right thigh. More recent scars just over his belly button and back of left leg.

Common Accessories: Glasses and occasionally a fan (which doubles as an idiot-whacking device).

————— ♦ • ♦ —————

PERSONAL

“For an ijin to rise in the bakufu like he did, he’s either very smart or very good at ‘favors.’“

Profession: Quartermaster of Suiren Temple, Head of Consulate Engagements, Hingan Bakufu (former)

Hobbies: Reading (historical and non-fiction), alchemy (medicines and poisons), flower arranging

Languages: Hingan/Doman, Eorzean, sign language, small bits from others

Residence: His flower shop located off the Kogane-dori markets main streets

Birthplace: Limsa Lominsa

Religion: None

Patron Deity: None

Fears: Loss of control/power, losing Saeha, being found by old enemies

————— ♦ • ♦ —————  

RELATIONSHIPS

“Aoki in a relationship? All the hells would freeze over first.”

Spouse: None

Children: None

Parents: Ohki (mother, deceased), father unknown

Siblings: Saeha (half-sister, 10)

Other Relatives: None known

Pets: Kage (black hayate pup)

————— ♦ • ♦ —————

TRAITS

“A man that doesn’t hesitate to state his opinion but isn’t foolish enough to not listen to others. Composed, judging, it’s as if he’s a military commander assessing the field.”

Extroverted / In Between / Introverted

Prefers quiet and solitude

Able to ‘fake it til he makes it’ due to his profession which involves social networking

Disorganized / In Between / Organized

Close Minded / In Between / Open Minded

Calm / In Between / Anxious

While calm on the surface, most of his behavior is determined by deep-rooted anxieties driven by a life of powerlessness

Disagreeable / In Between / Agreeable

He knows the value of when to put aside his opinion if a smarter alternative is presented

Cautious / In Between / Reckless

Patient / In Between /  Impatient

Outspoken / In Between / Reserved

A true politician, he knows when to sit back and listen

However he does not do well with fools and he’s quick to point out if appropriate

Leader / In Between / Follower

He knows his place in a ranking system and adheres to it

When needed, can step forward and lead effectively

Empathetic / In Between / Apathetic

Optimistic / In Between / Pessimistic

Traditional / In Between / Modern

He doesn’t strive to break norms

But does not stray from pushing things when advantageous to his goals (aka an ijin government worker)

Hard-working / In Between / Lazy

Cultured / In Between / Uncultured

Loyal / In Between / Disloyal

Not a stranger to using people, associates are only around as long as they are needed and not a moment more

Faithful / In Between / Unfaithful

Once earned

————— ♦ • ♦ —————

ADDITIONAL INFORMATION

Kugane Dweller: Where Ritsuka came from before ascending the ranks quickly within the bakufu’s offices it unknown to most. Support for him is split. Elder traditionalists are against a foreigner having the power he does but those that work with the miqo’te know that his managerial skills and intellect are a boon especially as Hingashi opens more and more to the outside world once more.

————— ♦ • ♦ —————

RP HOOKS

Diplomat - Though he’s ascended above a simple clerk’s level within the last few moons, Ritsuka frequently meets with foreign businesses and contract-holders establishing themselves in Kugane and Hingashi as a whole.

Shop Owner - Though his government work keeps him into the long hours, Ritsuka does enjoy working at his modest flower shop with Saeha. The open hours are erratic but all of his wares are fairly priced and excellently tended to.

Lurker of the Night - Ritsuka isn’t above getting his hands dirty or using tricks to get what he needs. Trained in shinobi arts, he slinks about the city’s high roofs on most nights. Though he tends to avoid confrontation on these lil missions, he’s capable of defending himself when needed.

(spoilers) Those with ties with Limsan pirates may know of him. The brothel he born into tattoos all of their slaves and Ritsuka is still marked on the inside of his forearms with the Serpent Sons’ black serpent sigil. He usually keeps them covered with long sleeves or leather bracers.

(spoilers) Dwellers of Limsa Lominsa that attended high class parties may have seen Ritsuka perform. As the top earner of The Pearl, he was frequently rented out to nobles’ parties as a dancer, entertainer, and company in both a more proper role and more risque ones depending on the atmosphere. He’s been gone from that life for six years now.

————— ♦ • ♦ ————— —  

LOOKING FOR

Long-term relationships. Not necessarily romantic. Ritsuka is very difficult to get through to beyond casual meetings so I do warn that it will take time and patience. I’m unwilling to compromise his character but things can be discussed OoC if needed. I’m quite open to that, in fact!

Try to woo him if you will but you’d likely be met with an annoyed glare.

Information-trading, contract work is something he can take on the side if paid well enough but he will be primarily concerned with his own safety first.

Mature/violent/political RP are all on the table. ERP is going to most likely be a ‘no.’ Though Ritsuka uses his body to get what he needs, he doesn’t sleep around just for fun. It’s simply another tool to use.

Discord and in-game are both welcome.

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CONTACT INFORMATION

Main Tumblr: @ritsuka-aoki

Discord: Bluebird#2389

I work a standard Mon-Fri schedule during the day so my evenings/weekends are best times to meet!

Don’t be afraid to boop me on either Discord or Tumblr. I may not reply right away but I’ll be sure to send some time of response!

#lfrp #ff14

[impracticalhorns]

CHARACTER INFO | Z’AJA ADDAE

full name.  Z’Aja Addae (Tia)  pronunciation.  Zoh Ah-shah Ah-day nicknames. N/A height.  5′7″ age. Appears far younger than he actually is due to magics. Aja jokingly provides different ages whenever asked, but acquaintances peg him around his late 40′s.  zodiac. Azeyma The Warden languages. Common. Miqo’te huntspeak. 

PHYSICAL CHARACTERISTICS.

hair colour.  Sandy blonde. eye colour.  Right eye bright green, left eye honey gold. skin tone.  Warm sienna. body type.  Broad shouldered, fairly built. accent. Huntspeak bleeds into his common. posture. Generally relaxed/slouched dominant hand. Right. scars. Several scars across chest/arms. The left side of his face is heavily scarred though hidden by magic. He does not willingly let his wards drop, so few are aware of his true appearance. He is missing bits of cartilage on his left ear, though that injury happened long before he lost his status as Nuhn so he allows that to remain visible.  tattoos. His “face paints” are dyed into his skin rather than tattooed, though pretty much the rest of his body is covered in dark, tribal tattoos.  most noticeable features. Aja regularly braids beads, feathers, and other various charms into his long hair. He often dyes the tips of his ears, his tail, and his fingers dark. His gold eye has an almost reflective glow in dimly lighting. He has fangs and likes to keep his nails painted and sharpened to points. 

CHILDHOOD.

place of birth. Ilsabard. hometown. Z tribe hunting grounds. birth weight/height. Plump babe. first words.  Probably huntspeak chitters siblings. 4 older sisters parents. Z’emn Nuhn (father), Z’mikka Rah (mother) parental involvement.  Born to one of his tribe’s many huntresses, Aja was all but raised in a quiver. His mother and her kin trained from a young age to pull his own weight, and as one of the rare males born to the tribe he enjoyed the attention his many aunties paid him. Though less active in his day to day life, his father recognized his potential usurper at an early age and regularly pushed the boy to better himself in his own ways. At 19 summers Aja killed his father in combat and assumed the role of one of his tribe’s Nuhns. 

ADULT LIFE

occupation. Sellsword. Hunter. Occultist. Bastard. Take your pick.  current residence. n/a (vagabond) close friends. Most of his close friends are long dead or assume he is long dead.   relationship status. Single. Not particularly looking for s/o(s), but friends are free to try.  financial status. Surviving, though rarely goes hungry despite lighter pockets.  vices. Alcohol. 

SEX & ROMANCE.

sexual orientation. Mostly straight. romantic orientation. Polygamous. preferred emotional role. submissive  |  dominant  |  switch |  sex repulsed. preferred sexual role.  submissive  |  dominant  |  switch |  sex repulsed (( Sexually, though usually dominant Aja is not against the idea of a particularly feisty woman taking control if she can pin him down )) libido. High. turn ons. Power displays, dominance struggles, tribal clothes/makeup, biters, adventurous personality types. turn offs. Clingy lovers, indecisiveness, gossipers, city dwellers, excessive submissiveness, lazy lovers.  love language. Quiet company, albeit very touchy: hands on chin, chest, shoulders, tail wrapped around legs or strewn across laps. Very much enjoys leaving visible love bites, and displaying marks left on him.   relationship tendencies. Not lasting very long (lol). As a former Nuhn, Aja misses the stability of a family like harem ...but that lifestyle doesn't quite mesh with his nomadic ways or the more metropolitan Eorzean lifestyles so many of his kin have seemed to have adopted. As such, he tends to seek out the more physical aspects of relationships before eventually growing bored and drifting off.  

MISCELLANEOUS.

hobbies to pass the time. Sleeping, blood magics, people watching, tossing coins at pretty girls, wandering.  mental illnesses. n/a physical illnesses. His gold eye is weaker than his green and his hearing is impaired with his torn up ear. Should his magics fade or falter, the aches brought on by his old injuries severely impair his mobility.  right or left brained. unknown fears. Death, aging, watching the world change, forgetting his past, the idea of his tribe being wiped out in the war, the ghosts of his old friends, the inevitable punishment for his involvement in dark arts.   self confidence level.  High. vulnerabilities. Physically highly dependent on magic/aether - he needs to regularly siphon it off other living creatures to keep his appearance/health/power in check. Emotionally ill-equipped for change and non-tribal life still regularly sets him at odds with the world. Both limitations oft result in bruises and bloody noses. 

Tagged By: @tiergan-vashir

Tagging: @roguishmischief @ilovenailah @eeyora @ YOU, FOLLOWER READING THIS

#ffxiv #ff14 #miqote #crystal rp #zaja addae #zajaRP #tag me if you do this i wanna read more bios #qwq

[knightingale-xiv]

The Prodigal Son

Arthur D'ehcan, Eorzean Alliance Infiltrator and Agent, stood at the end of a residential street in the Goblet. He had been making it a habit to come here every few nights, and keeping an eye on one of the homes here. He had a few of his colleagues and friends helping him too. To the young desert dweller, surveilling this home was very important...The residents had been under his watchful gaze for a few moons now, while the former vigilante decided what he should do...

There were a few avenues he could take...a direct approach could lead to confrontation and potentially pain...while a more subtle approach could raise suspicion. Truthfully, any approach he made would cause some sort of issue... he could feel it...Gods, why did this have to be so difficult. His hand fidgeted with an object in the coat of his sand colored coat, the tan cloth helping him remain non-descript as he watched and waited. There WAS one method he could emplot to make contact...The occupants had a child, and he was due to come home at any moment...

Arthur watched and waited for about a half bell before he saw the jogging figure of a young hyuran boy. He had sandy-brown hair, almost blonde, and vibrant blue eyes. His face was tanned from sun exposure and genetics, with happy freckles dotting his cheeks. The boy couldn't be older than seven or eight cycles, but they lived in a decent neighborhood patrolled by Flames so it wasn't too unusual for the boy to run and play on his own. Arthur had observed him going to a friend's home, or practicing dancing by the pools...he was a happy and healthy child...

Arthur was unsure about what he needed to do...Intercepting the child could raise more questions than he was ready to answer, or cause some sort of conflict...but it was safer than approaching the parents...at least for now. With a settling determination, Arthur broke off from his watch point and walked towards the young boy. He smiled down at the youngster and offered a wave, getting the child to stop.

"Hello, young man." Arthur greeted, kneeling down so he wasn't towering over the child. He was grateful he had a friendly face, else he would worry about frightening him... "Do you live in that house over there?" He asked, gesturing to the quaint cottage he had been staking out.

The sandy haired youth looked between the house and Arthur before grinning and nodding. He seemed to be missing his bottom incisors, but it was sort of adorable. At least the boy was friendly...that would help.

"Yes sir!" The boy responded, a slight lisp in in his speech, probably from the missing teeth.

"Ah, good..." Arthur said softly, maintaining his smile. He had a round face, with pudgey cheeks...He could see the resemblance to the couple in the home. This would be difficult... "What's your name?" He asked conversationally. He felt a little bad taking advantage of the child's open and friendly nature but it served his purposes...

"Sadu!" The boy said proudly, hands on his hips. He was at least happy with who he was...Arthur chuckled and nodded.

"It's nice to meet you, Sadu. Tell me...how are things at home?" The agent asked, resting his elbow on his knee and his chin on his palm. He kept his tone as light and friendly as possible, but this was getting more difficult the longer he lingered.

Sadu beamed up at him, blue eyes glistening with curiosity and excitement at meeting this kind white haired stranger. Arthur made a mental note to inform him of 'stranger danger' at the end of this...

"Good! Mama teaches me to dance, and papa plays with me a lot!" Sadu said, practically brimming with joy. "I love them very, very much!" The sandy haired boy nodded vigorously.

Arthur winced slightly. "Ah...Well, I'm glad to hear that." He murmured, his smile straining slightly as he tried to calm his heart and mind. "Your family is healthy and fine then?" He asked. Once more Sadu nodded. Arthur nodded as well, looking over his shoulder at the cottage. The family was well enough off, he knew that...not wealthy but comfortable...They were just fine.

"Sadu, I need to tell you something..." he looked down at the boy and smiled once more. "You need to take excelent care of your parents, and you need to be careful yoirself...not every stranger is good and kind. You must learn to tell the difference." His tone wasn't admonishing, just simply caring.

"But how do I tell who is good and bad?" Sadu asked innocently, tilting his head.

"It's not something I can explain easily...just...listen to your heart and your mind..." Arthur offered.

"I'll try, sir." Sadu said seriously, a look of determination crossing his face. Arthur sighed, but couldn't help but grin. He wasn't sure if Sadu was quite ready for moral dilemmas...but the boy had spirit.

"Here, Sadu...I want you to have this..." Arthur reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a small book. On the cover was a forest with two children looking up at a glowing bird. Sadu took it and stared at it wide eyed.

"What is this?" He asked, running his small hands over the illustration.

"A story that got me through some hard times...maybe it will help you..."

Sadu looked at Arthur with curiosity. "Who are you, sir?" He asked quietly. That was one of the tough questions Arthur couldn't answer.

"I'm not really sure yet, kid...but i'll tell you when I find out." He reassured, tossling Sadu's hair. Sadu opened his mouth to ask another question, but a voice from the house made him turn around.

"Sadu D'ehcan, get in here and wash up!" A cheerful woman's voice called. She stood in the doorway. She had dark skin, long brown hair, a radiant smile, and beautiful blue eyes like her son...

Sadu waved at her and turned around to say goodbye to the white haired stranger...but when he looked, the man was gone. He wished he had gotten a chance to ask him some questions or to learn his name...but perhaps the book would have some answers! Sadu slipped the book in his bag and ran home, to tell his mother of his day.

Arthur D'ehcan watched frrom the rooftop of a nearby building, staying until the pair had vanished. He had taken a step towards some certainty but he still wasn't ready to finish the journey...not yet. He stood up and turned, dissapearing in his typical fashion to return to his home. He would be back, someday...Then maybe he would know exactly what to say to them...

#ffxiv #balmung #arthur d'ehcan #family #prodigal son

[ffxiv-swarm]

prompt 14: validation

Sometimes, Shinju wondered if she’d made the right decision. Limsa Lominsa was halfway around the world, sitting above the waves rather than under them; its people and accents and food were all so strange. She hadn’t realized Spoken came with furry ears and tails, or grown matrons less than three fulms tall. Seafood was seafood wherever you went, but the rest of it—the green things, the pastries, the red meat—was still to be eyed with suspicion until she’d tried it enough times. (Some of it had made her sick, and she’d feared she was dying until she’d heard, for the first time, the word allergies.) And the clothes...well. As much as she did love the clothes, it was hard to marvel over frilly dresses or lacy socks when she swore she could hear her mother’s disapproving voice at every moment. Surface-dweller clothing wasn’t made for the deep sea.

Sometimes, she wondered if she should go home. Go back to Sui-no-Sato, marry Haruto, run the jewelry shop. It would be easy. She would be dutiful.

The carbuncle-shaped alarm she’d bought chimed insistently, and she sighed. There would be time for introspection later, after her shift at the Gate. Remembering that today would be another day of lessons—advanced aetherochemistry, followed by the elective on applied biochemistry she’d been looking forward to all week—provided the extra push she needed to leave her suddenly far too comfortable futon. (Try as she might, she couldn’t get used to Eorzean beds; the softness of them made it impossible to keep a headrest in place, and she always woke up with sore horns.) By now she’d developed an ironclad routine, one which required no conscious input.

Clean teeth. Wash face and hands. Put on her uniform, grateful that miqo’te tailors had the same anatomical issues she faced in regards to tails and trousers. She carried a grimoire, but it was mostly for form’s sake; she far preferred her scrolls in their waxed carrying case. Outside her dormitory room, the other trainees were stirring.

She paused with one hand on the door and took a deep breath. Downstairs, there would be coffee. (Haruto, she thought with no small degree of satisfaction, would probably be horrified.) Downstairs would be her friends eating breakfast, saving her a spot at the long tables. There would be no stiff formality, no era’s unyielding weight of tradition.

She was still grinning by the time she stepped into the cafeteria. This job was wonderful.

Yes, she thought. She’d made a fine choice after all.

#Shinju #ffxiv arcanist #ffxivwrite2018

[renaissancedweeb]

Prompt #18: You’ve Got Mail

     The dark of the room was illuminated by the soft glow of firelight. It was inked into his arms, pulsing and red, and those archaic symbols turned the blade of his knife into the fire by which he could see. And it was that fire he touched to flesh--living not so long ago, but now dead--where he carved a message, a warning.

     He was five years too late on the delivery; he knew that and it rankled. It did not matter that he did not have the connections then that he had now to track down the dead man at his feet. If he were to be honest with himself, which he tried so hard to be, he should have left his empire in capable hands and taken care of the problem himself when it first arose. Of course Bikki being herself had decided that he should not be involved, not at first. That was one thing his mother had done right, raised her to not be reliant on a man, not even her own brother.

     Looking down at his handiwork--Eorzean script beautifully scarred into the corpse’s chest--he knew she would not approve. His sister was no stranger to the darker parts of the world, but she still kept herself only ankle deep in the muddy waters. He was submerged, a dweller of the swamp who waited with eager jaws, hungry for prey. She practiced thaumaturgy out of necessity, which he approved of, but preferred to keep her hands clean despite the predatory nature of her chosen profession, and in practice it was a good thing. As far as the average person knew, his own were pristine as a saint’s and even now there was not a drop of blood upon them. There was also a reason he was known as Silvertongue.

     The tattoos on his arms dimmed as he let go of the threads of aether he had plucked from around him, and as they dulled the blade of his knife lost its fire. A knock on the wall told his man outside that he was finished with his work, and he leaned back, arms crossed over his chest, watching impassively as the large roegadyn man came in to collect the body.

     “Where’s ‘e goin’, Boss?”

     “Where he’ll be found.”

     He watched as the man shouldered his burden then left, the door closing behind him to leave him in the dark. That would be his first message delivered. It pained him that his hard work would not be seen by any of the intended parties, but he also knew the value in having others do the hard work for him. The Mythril Eye would see his message spread and one by one the men who had thought to bring his sister harm all those years ago would learn the error of their ways.

#FFxivWrite2018 #Ul'dah #Brix Silvertongue #under a cut for alluded violence and uh...desecration? #Bikki is a carry over from muh WoW days #I love her so much #her brother is the same #though he never got created in an official capacity within the game #but here he is now

[company-of-fools]

FFXIV LFRP – Dzukhyuk Tumet

Be sure to read this dude’s rules and detailed about too! I rp in multi-para/novella style on Tumblr and on Discord, not in-game.

This is a sideblog to amissa-fide.

THE BASICS

Name: Dzukhyuk “Dzudzu” Tumet

Age: 24

Nameday: 15th Sun of the 2nd Astral Moon

Race: Au Ra, Xaela

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Bisexual, biromantic

Marital Status: Single

Server: Brynhildr, Crystal DC

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE

Hair: Black

Eyes: Black, white limbal rings

Height: 207.9 cm

Build: Toned but not exceedingly muscular. Hourglass figure.

Distinguishing Marks: Markings around his eyes giving him the look of always wearing eyeliner. Dark freckles on his face.

Common Accessories: Nothing in particular

PERSONAL

Profession: Adventurer

Hobbies: Painting, making a nuisance of himself

Languages: Speaks common for everyone’s benefit

Birthplace: Azim Steppe, the Tumet tribe

Residence: Limsa Lominsa, the Topmast

Religion: Thinks highly of Nhaama, but doesn’t practice religion

Patron Deity: If asked by Eorzeans, will say Byregot, the Builder

Fears: Loneliness, becoming stuck as an outsider, losing his ability to move and wander as he pleases. Someone finding out his real name and asking him to spell it.

RELATIONSHIPS

Spouse: None

Children: None

Parents: Yeteqghem Tumet (father), Kohta Tumet (mother)

Siblings: One older brother (presumed dead), Iziyaliya Tumet (younger sister)

Other relatives: A bunch

Pets: Not a pet exactly, but he has a personal chocobo creatively named Kweh.

TRAITS

Extroverted / In Between / Introverted

Disorganized / In Between / Organized

Close Minded / In Between / Open Minded

Calm / In Between / Anxious

Disagreeable / In Between / Agreeable

Cautious / In Between / Reckless

Patient / In Between /  Impatient

Outspoken / In Between / Reserved

Leader / In Between / Follower

Empathetic / In Between / Apathetic

Optimistic / In Between / Pessimistic

Traditional / In Between / Modern

Hard-working / In Between / Lazy

Cultured / In Between / Uncultured

Loyal / In Between / Disloyal

Faithful / In Between / Unfaithful

HABITS

Smoking Habit: None

Drugs: Every now and then

Alcohol: Yes

CHARACTER HOOKS

Ever Temporary Employee: Adventurers have been called a “liberty-loving breed”, and that description for sure fits Dzudzu. Pay him well enough and he’ll work for you for a time, yes, but expect him to bugger off the moment the coin stops flowing or the situation turns too boring for even gil to motivate him to stick around. He’s not a greedy person, anyway; having enough to his name to get by is all he asks.

Steppe-Dwellers: He has been away from the Azim Steppe for several years and doesn’t really plan to go back for good, but that doesn’t make Dzudzu any less proud of his heritage—Xaelic in general, and that which he has as a Tumet more specifically. He’s not likely to start talking about it with someone entirely unfamiliar with the Xaela and Xaela cultures, but should you share his origins or otherwise display knowledge of the place he comes from, he’ll probably love you.

Free Spirit: While Dzudzu has a (much neglected) apartment in the Mist, he has a permanent hankering for being on the road, exploring and experiencing everything he can. The wilder and more dangerous, the better! He most often travels with his two companions, but every now and then he’s on the move on his own as well. 

Drunken Antics: Be it in the Drowning Wench or whatever other tavern he found, Dzudzu is not picky about what he drinks as long as he can get inebriated with it. Taste, texture, and healthiness are entirely secondary. And no, he doesn’t hold his liquor well. He gets drunk fast and hard and suffers hellish hangovers that never seem to discourage him from there being a next time. His stupidity goes through the roof while at it, so... There’s a lot of room for things to go wrong in any number of ways. Mostly for himself.

Reluctant Hero Person: He’ll claim up and down every street that he’s not trying to make the world a better place, but nevertheless, Dzudzu is likely to step up to help with anything erroneous—and not demand a reward afterwards, against his better judgement. So, if you’re in trouble, it’s not too bad to hope he’d happen by, as long as you don’t mind him complaining about it for hours afterwards.

OUT OF CHARACTER

Mun is located in Northern Europe.

Discord is available if we’re planning to rp together.

As a general rule there’s nothing I'm entirely unwilling to write, but let’s discuss everything and make sure we’re on the same page. I’m also cognizant of in-character consequences and might refuse to rp something as a result.

I’m open to shipping, but I can’t promise fidelity on the muse’s part. Muse is also into flings and one night stands, what have you, but I’m not looking for my only interaction with someone to be ERP.

I mostly write in a single timeline, but I’m not completely opposed to canon-compliant AUs.

#ffxiv rp #ffxiv lfrp #au ra #xaela #ffxiv oc

[heyitsjali-blog1]

Looking for RP Contacts - Balmung

NAME: Jali Travanchet

AGE: 35

RACE: Duskwight Elezen

GENDER: Female

SEXUALITY: Bisexual

MARITAL STATUS: Single

SERVER: Balmung

Physical appearance

HAIR: Black. Usually in a ponytail.

EYES: Dark green

HEIGHT: 6′2″

BUILD: Thin, one could say “lithe”. But really, she’s thin. 

DISTINGUISHING MARKS: A Duskwight marking over her right eye and cheek. Scarring on her left forearm that looks like remnants of a burn. 

COMMON ACCESSORIES: Does her gun count? It does now! Along with that, she typically runs around with little to no ornaments save maybe earrings. She’s not the fancy pants type. 

Personal

PROFESSION: One heck of a sharp shooter. She tends to enjoy tinkering around with things, but she’s not actually a Machinist of any note. In fact, most things she makes tend to break. Don’t remind her of that. 

HOBBIES: Drinking (yes, it’s a hobby!), tinkering, attempting to tinker, swimming, telling stories that mostly aren’t true, singing songs that she made up yesterday. 

LANGUAGES: Eorzean

RESIDENCE: None to speak of. Why? Do you have a room?

FEARS: Who’s afraid!? There’s nothing to be afraid o....OHGAWDWHATISTHATRUN!? Oh...a bug. *ahem* 

Relationships

SPOUSE: None.

CHILDREN: None.

PARENTS: Mother - deceased, Father - living in the Twelveswood.

SIBLINGS: Two brothers - both living in the Twelveswood. 

OTHER RELATIVES: None to speak of.

traits

extroverted / introverted / in between

disorganized / organized / in between

close minded / open-minded / in between

calm / anxious / in between

disagreeable / agreeable / in between

cautious / reckless / in between

patient / impatient / in between

outspoken / reserved / in between

leader / follower / in between

empathetic / unempathetic / in between

optimistic / pessimistic / in between

traditional / modern / in between

hard-working / lazy / in between

cultured / uncultured / in between

loyal / disloyal / in between

faithful / unfaithful / in between

Additional information

SMOKING HABIT: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess

DRUGS: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess

ALCOHOL: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess

Possible hooks

Ishgardians: Jali has been in and out of Ishgard for awhile now. While she tends to be in certain areas of the city, some might know or recognize the Duskwight who stays near Skysteel. 

Machinists and members of the Machinists guild: Jali is a member of the Machinists guild. While she isn’t very good with machinistry, she’s known as quite a good shot. That’s likely why they keep her around. Those of you who have been around for awhile may know her unique story of how she got hold of a gun in the first place. 

Gridanians:  As a Duskwight, Jali has been around Gridania quite a bit. Especially since her Father is now a citizen of Gridania. Gridanian citizens may recognize the Duskwight since she visits him frequently. 

Tavern dwellers and ne’er do wells: Hey, Jali isn’t a bad sort at all! But, she does enjoy fun nights in a tavern full of drinking, singing and dancing. If you’re the type who likes a bit of merry making, you may have seen her. 

OOC details:

Hello! Thanks for reading so far. I’d first like to say that Jali  is an alt. My main is on Mateus. Though, I do go on Balmung frequently and try to find RP. If you’re interested in role playing, then please send me a message or say hello in game. I am happy to make friends to play with as well as RP friends. 

I will note that Jali has not finished the MSQ yet. While she finished the main Stormblood MSQ, she’s still working through patch content since I am busy trying to level WHM at the same time. Though, she can access every area in the game. 

#ffxiv #ffxiv rp #balmung rp #lfrp #ffxiv balmung