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desertdragon · 19 days

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Tagging: @pettyeti @finishing-touch | actually I'm gonna extend this to @icehearts to talk about someone other than Esca the Fresca | OPEN bc all of ya'll passed this around already

BASICS

Name: Vaste Valescoere / U'ralhana Odh / Osha Tayuun Nicknames: Rala (SIBLINGS ONLY) Age: 23 Nameday: 8th Sun of the 3rd Astral Moon | May 8th Race: Miqo'te | Half Sun Seeker ☀️ and Half Moon Keeper 🌙 Gender: Non-Binary Orientation: Lesbian Profession: Hunter (formerly), The Warrior of Light, Tea Farmer (later)

PHYSICAL ASPECTS

Hair: Blue / Black Eyes: Aqua end of Green Skin: Fair peach Tattoos/scars: Swooped line black tattoos underlining both eyes, horizontal scar across nose bridge from being hit by a Sundrake tail spike

FAMILY

Parents: U'odh Nunh (Father) and Oghii Tayuun (Mother, doesn't know her because she abandoned her baby) Siblings: U'rahtalo Odh (Older Sister), U'thulani Odh (Oldest Sister), U'nkanyezi Tia (Oldest Brother), U'ingwe Tia (Youngest Brother) - 1. Rahtalo is a phonetic name 2. Thulani is a Zulu imperative plural phrase meaning Be Quiet! which she got for being a loud baby among the loudest babies of her time until it stuck as a name, it shares the same root conjugate Thula that makes up the Ukhuthula in Yoshino's Sun name, which means Peace / Tranquil / Clam / Silence 3. Nkanyezi means Star, combining from Khanya (shine) and Unyezi (moonlight), due to the passing star shower when he was born 4. Ingwe means Leopard, for the spotted marks on his ear fur

Dad & Mom

Siblings shown in order: Nkanyezi, Ingwe, Rahtalo, Thulani

Grandparents: Doesn't know Moon Keeper grandparents, Sun Seeker grandparents are U'themba Nunh (Themba meaning Hope, Trust, have Faith in) and U'anele Bheka, (Anele means to be enough in quantity and is usually given as a name to the last child born, Bheka primarily means to look at something) both sets long dead In-laws and Other: Yunagi and Ihanami (Mother and Father in Law), Yhen'ir Ganajai (Older Cousin, Moon Keeper) Pets: Lewena gave him planters of a few different types and said 'These are your feelings' and he's been watering them ever since, a Coelacanth and a Shark both in tanks

SKILLS

Abilities: The power of No you | Limitless physical ability and inability to be physically hurt by anything that is not designed to kill Primals, Echo (immortality, aether reading/attack prediction, knowing all languages, can see into others pasts) , Aether Manipulation extending to 'eating' any living thing by reducing it back into raw aether, immunity to poison, disease, and being mind controlled or compelled, underwater breathing, extreme pain tolerance, unrestricted movement allowing free flowing movement on any surface that exists including air and water, can survive outer space and extreme environments made of aether, power bestowal to others, inherited the mastery of all magic, aiming weapons, axes, and sword shield fighting styles after absorbing all five Warriors of Darkness souls, Sharlayan Astrology healing techniques learned from Leveva Byrde Hobbies: Fishing (accredited member of the Fishing Guild and master fisherman), Gambling over card games like Triple Triad, Chocobo Racing, Eating big at a different restaurant every day, Collecting dildos interesting things to send to people she knows, Training, Walks until she gets lost on purpose

TRAITS

Most Positive Trait: Perseverance Most Negative Trait: Naivety

LIKES

Colors: Orange Smells: Coming Rain, Food, Perfume, Leather, Peeled Wood Textures: Leather, Cool Stone, Sand, Soil, Water, Linen, Yugiri's Scales Drinks: Tea, Water, Alcohol, Fruit Nectar

OTHER

Smokes: Never Drinks: Can drink others under the table and even to death Drugs: Never Mount Issuance: Alba the Chocobo, Alba is Italian for Dawn/Sunrise

Friends for life (his favorite food is apples)

Been Arrested: Was almost arrested several times in New Gridania until Mother Miounne intervened each time then put in a word (read: made threats and bribes) to stop it- because Wood Wailers had clocked her Moon Keeper traits and were ready to make some bullshit up to arrest her because they're racist, now as WoL she can do anything she wants without ever getting arrested because people are either afraid or worship her too much

#hc

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rynpost · 11 months

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Rynia Eleris De Haillenarte

Seen above in hand-made garments based on a mix of traditional Ishgardian style and the garments worn in depictions of the Twelve.

Titles: The Warrior of Light, Lady of House Haillenarte, Saviour of the Firmament, Artisan of the Weaver's Guild Nameday: 26th Sun of the 4th Umbral Moon Age: 27 (as of Endwalker) Birthplace: The City-State of Gridania, the Black Shroud, Eorzea Residences: Atelier Rynia, small personal cottage/workspace in the East Shroud. Family home The Wyrmweave, her father's shop in Old Gridania. Family home in Ishgard, Rosellia Manor. Affiliations: Scions of the Seventh Dawn, Conjurer's Guild, Athenaeum Astrologicum, Twin Adders, Weaver's Guild. Job/Class: Educated both as a conjurer (later white mage) and an astrologian. Weapon of choice: Staves, but this makes divinations difficult on the fly. After meeting her long-lost cousin Stephanivien, she pesters him into creating her a custom staff with a built-in astrolabe at the top.

Family

Siblings: Laurent de Haillenarte (half-brother), Evangeline de Haillenarte (half-sister) Parents: Elyrié Meielle (née. Remalla), Torriaux Meielle (né de Haillenarte) Grandparents: Viscount Tierrin de Haillenarte, Viscountess Imelda de Haillenarte Other Relatives (living): Baurendouin de Haillenarte (grand-uncle), Stephanivien de Haillenarte, Aurvael de Haillenarte, Laniaitte de Haillenarte, Francel de Haillenarte, Yvain de Haillenarte, Isabella de Haillenarte (cousins). Other Relatives (deceased): Chlodebaimt de Haillenarte (cousin), Julien de Haillenarte, Peleric de Haillenarte (uncles)

Relationships

Partner: Urianger Augurelt Best Friends: Thancred Waters, Lyse Hext, Hien Rijin, every single Loporrit, G'raha Tia, Tataru Taru, Alisaie Leveilleur. Friends: Raya-O Senna, Leofard Myste, Stacia Myste, Leveva Byrde, Hilda Ware, Aymeric de Borel, most of the extended de Haillenarte family.

Things Rynia Has

Chocobos: Irvine, a pure-bred Gridanian chocobo with purple plumage. She also owns 15 "rescued" wild chocobos on her island: 3 black-plumed named Kiros, Ward and Laguna and 12 yellow, Selphie, Quistis, Freya, Garnet, Squall, Cid, Ellone, Edea, Eiko, Amarant, Vivi and Cloud. When asked where she got the names from, Rynia says they came to her 'in a dream' but really most of them are from books.

#blorbo #my oc #big lore energy #I'm obsessed with my red haired ocs #look at her she beautiful #Rynia de Haillenarte #This is going to be her key lore post that I add to #I just love her look at that beautiful baby #cinnamon roll #the shards of azem

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autumnslance · 3 years

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Hi I just got to the MSQ where we meet the twin's father and I am immediately suspicious. He asks for his children to be there and then when they plead for him to reconsider he disinherits them from the leveilleur house? Especially since they point out how odd it is he was there in the first place how swift it was? And then Krile laying out how blocked she is? I am wondering if the disinherit was the point and possibly to protect the twins from whatever he is doing. Me thinks something is up.

A lot of folks are of that opinion. The Forum is acting strangely given everything; for a group of scholars, they are not acting on the evidence available. Now, it’s keeping with Sharlayan policy (and the parallels to Amaurot that have been pointed out) but it still seems odd.

Fourchenault has long been part of the isolationist faction, and he and Louisoix disagreed strongly back when the Forum decided to abandon the Colony in the Hinterlands, hence Louisoix’s agents in Eorzea for a decade before the Calamity even happened and the man himself returned to the realm. The twins left home as soon as they legally could when they turned sixteen, and Fourchenault didn’t agree then either but also couldn’t stop them. We know their mother is the one who answers the letters, and Alisaie made some comments about their father in Shadowbringers, and their parents liked the twins to dress the same as kids, but we honestly don’t know enough about Fourchenault yet.

It does seem a suspect that a high ranking member of the Forum would come to Eorzea just to tell its representatives “No” and get into a public argument with his own children when they ask about the reasoning and disagree with the pronouncement. That he didn’t ask at all to see them privately as their father, before or after. The sudden, public nature of the disowning seems strange, but we honestly know so little about Sharlayan and Fourchenault it’s hard to gauge what’s expedient game storytelling and what’s possible plot.

We do know from the AST quests there are extremist factions in the Forum who think nothing of sending assassins after healers and years later, their 16 year old daughter when she takes up her own father’s work in spreading Sharlayan Astrology (I know Leveva uses an adult midlander model, but according to lorebook I, she’s the same age as the twins).

It’s possible the extremist factions in Sharlayan are gaining some tractions/causing trouble, and part of our goal in making that our hub city is in resolving some of those issues and getting the Forum on our side. It may be that Fourchenault is protecting his children from that in this dramatic manner (never let it be said a Leveilleur does anything by halves and without extreme flair), with this public disowning.

Or maybe he’s just a dick. And/Or still resentful over how his father chose to die, and sees his children running headlong toward a similar fate.

I cannot wait to get to Sharlayan and see how it all plays out. I cannot wait to meet Ameliance and see if this is a scheme she’s in on, or if she and Fourchenault are on the outs (and then we get to help them smooth it over? I admit I just want a matchmaker quest like in Dragon Age II I loved Aveline’s companion quests). I want to know if Fourchenault is just as bad as Thancred at showing his dadly affection or if there’s a bigger plot happening he’s clumsily trying to keep the twins out of (good luck with that Fourchey) or what.

We have a little over a month as of this writing and I cannot wait.

#final fantasy xiv #shadowbringers #fourchenault leveilleur #sharlayan #leveva byrde #louisoix leveilleur #alphinaud leveilleur #alisaie leveilleur #ameliance leveilleur

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firagadyne · 2 years

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"Empowering those without power lessens the power of those who already have it. Heal the weak so they might rise up and topple those who made them weak? Why would anyone in a position of power do that? Even our great nation of learning is corrupted by this manner of thought. We hoard our knowledge so that we might remain the brightest."

- Leveva Byrde

#final fantasy xiv #ffxiv #leveva byrde #quotes

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faelune-home · 3 years

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FFXIV Write 2021 #21: Feckless

(a/n: Another quick rush to submit this, so there is definitely some clean up near the end of this I’ll have to do when I post this edited for ao3 XD

But I realised I hadn’t written a job specific piece yet all month, and I was reminded of some astro fluff I’d done last year, which I suppose is tentatively mentioned here? If you want to read that and more of my WoL’s job learning habits, it’s here; Shuffle

But yes, a mix of wanting to write job stuffs - Jannequinard being the feckless one here, the inspo for this piece - and maybe have a Scion meet a job trainer, in this case Alphi. Which def makes me want to add another section to this given the trainers in question...but that’s for later edits, I already rushed this greatly aha.

Also, after sticking to using Fhara to refer to my WoL, and sticking to such situations where people would only know her as that, I finally got to try using “Fufu” as an adventuring alias with a crowd that would only know her as that. Finally representing the idea I’ve long had now. XD

Set after 3.2 and all that happened then. This is kind of taking my WoL’s penchant for taking on extra jobs more for the experience than to dedicate entirely to it, but then mixing that with her desire to do more to help her companions when she feels rather hopeless and lost.

Word count: 2006)

The air in Ishgard was tense following the failed peace conference in Falcon’s Nest, with uneasy whispers filling the cobbled streets and nervous glances to the skies. Alphinaud could scarcely blame the people for their wariness, having heard Nidhogg’s warning for himself. So set on revenge, he had even renounced his own kin, set on having the blood of Ishgardian and dragon alike to stain the land. And Estinien would be the one to administer the attack, against whatever will he would still possess.

The sight of his friend in such a state, the prone body of Vedofnir beneath him, skewered on his lance, had chilled Alphinaud at the time, and even still to recall it. Alongside the image of Aymeric, primed with a bow, ready to shoot his own comrade without hesitation...were it not for Nidhogg’s timely departure, that would be another companion sacrificed in the name of war.

In amongst his tormented memories of that calamitous day, he recalled Fhara’s conflicted expression. In amongst the rising roars and jeers of a hungry crowd, they were in their own bubble where not a word was said, only the share looks of pained terror at the turn of events, yet even her own fear seemed so much more. It was only later, overhearing the Fortemps family discussing the conference that he had learned more of what had happened that day, and Fhara’s own struggles with the conference, to put it lightly.

Afterwards, Fhara started going for more frequent lessons at the Athenaeum Astrologicum. So eager was she in her studies that she was often away from the manor or out of the city for days at a time. Alphinaud knew she was only keeping busy, and that he had no reason to fear for her safety, but eventually, after a few brief greetings in passing at the manor, he found himself desiring her company proper.

For all the bustle the Athenaeum Astrologicum had been put under in the recent weeks, it was surprisingly peaceful the day he arrived to visit, a welcome reprieve from Ishgard’s otherwise heavy atmosphere. Only a few students milled around within the building, hard at work studying star maps or tomes. The receptionist stood to attention at Alphinaud’s entrance, pushing aside a tome that had clearly been giving him some stress, the frustrated creases giving way to a welcoming, if affected smile.

“Good day, my young ser,” the older elezen said with a bow, “What manner of business brings you to our humble hall? A prior meeting or a dire emergency?”

“Nothing of the sort, sir, I’m merely looking for a friend,” Alphinaud stated, looking around the small space, trying to catch a glimpse of a blonde tail or the familiar pigtailed head he knew, “I’m aware that she’s made use of your establishment for study purposes?”

“Study purposes? Ah, I see,” the receptionist brightened up, after an initial look of curiosity had crossed his face, “You must mean the ever charming Miss Fufu. She does indeed study here under our own Lord Rufin, but she is out at the moment on an errand. Although I’m quite certain she’ll return soon, if you don’t mind waiting.”

“I wouldn’t wish to take up space, I’d be more than happy to return later-” Alphinaud started, already making for the door, when the other man quickly said, “Come now, there’s scarcely anyone here for you to trouble! And with how much work needs getting done here and how eager the young miss is about assisting us, you’d be better waiting here to catch her lest she runs off again.”

“I...I suppose knowing her, she does have an unfortunate tendency to take on more work for herself than is necessary,” the boy mumbled, ignoring the mild pang of guilt at how often he had given her that work in the past, even if she hadn’t ever questioned it or limited herself. He’d already promised her that he wouldn’t continue to blame himself for past mistakes.

“Then stay a while, all the better to wait with company, right?” Yet before Alphinaud could agree, if only to cease the chattering man and resign himself to a corner to wait, the sound of footsteps from the back stairwell seemed to make the receptionist’s grin fall to a worn grimace.

“If I were to ask now, how much is her work that of her own, and how much of it is meant to be yours? Even if you wish to say she took it on willingly, need I remind you that you’re still behind in your own studies in comparison? And I would be very surprised if you say you’re taking the time now to read up on your necessary materials while you’ve chosen to stay behind here.” The voice of the barrage of questions appeared, a hyuran woman with cropped purple hair and wearing a long white robe not unlike that of the city clergy, and with a firm disappointed frown aimed directly at the other man.

“How kind of you to join us Lord Rufin,” the receptionist coughed, attempting to give a placating smile, “Although I was under the impression that you had other business elsewhere.”

“And I returned while you were away from your post,” she replied, expression unwavering, “I did assume you were off assisting with whatever the Observatorium needed, and I would understand given the current troubles in the city, but if it turns out it was another pointless meeting with a young lady-”

“Not at all! My uncle has me far too busy for such arrangements, I assure you,” he scoffed, “Have some faith in me. And some faith in Miss Fufu, she offered to deliver my missives so that I would have a chance at further study.” The woman, Lord Rufin, narrowed her eyes, but didn’t press him further, only nudging his cast aside tome back in front of him, and then turning to Alphinaud.

“So, you’re a friend of Fufu’s? She has spoken somewhat of her companions, but most of our time together has been advancing her studies in astromancy,” she said, casting a quick glance across the boy, as though taking stock of him. He would’ve felt uncertain of the gesture if it weren’t for the friendlier tone she addressed him with.

“Aye, she has said that she found the time to learn such arts. Although I’m rather surprised that it appears to be the Sharlayan variant of healing magicks. I would’ve thought Ishgard opposed such methods,” Alphinaud nodded, noting the star globe hung from Rufin’s back. He did recall the first time Fhara had showcased her small talents, so long before her foray into the Aery, before many of the disasters that had followed them. Minor though they were, she did have an aptitude for some healing spells.

“They were, at first,” Rufin smiled, “But with enough work and convincing, plus admittedly the Holy See’s...diminished say in matters around here, some few folk have been willing to take on the arts. It helps that even outside of any fate reading skills, astromancy is a boon to have on the battlefield, something many of the soldiers have been keen to have for aid.”

With a glance over her shoulder at the begrudgingly studious elezen at the desk, she added, more quietly for Alphinaud only, “And I suppose I have to admit that, for all he’s rather feckless when it comes to his studies vs Miss Fufu’s enthusiasm, Jannequinard was a great help in getting interest to take off amongst the other student here, and getting us the chance to showcase our skill in the first place.”

“I see,” Alphinaud nodded in response, noting the name and recognising it as a notable - for many reasons - Durendaire lord, however his curiosity was taken on another note, as he asked, “But why come all the way here to teach? Even if Ishgard eventually allowed it, knowing the Forum…”

“Yes, we had some letters and disagreements sent our way,” Rufin huffed, waving a hand in dismissal, “But in the end, they didn’t try to stop us, so I’m not going to worry about it.” Alphinaud suspected otherwise, noting how quickly she brushed aside the topic, plus his own experience overhearing his father at work, but chose better than to pursue it. It wasn’t any of his business.

At that time, the doors burst open, and Fhara appeared, panting heavily as she swept into the room, the skirts of her long gown flourishing behind her as the last of the chill wind caught it.

“I’m back! Sorry I took so long, I got rather turned around in the Crozier delivering some of the messag-” Her eyes widened in surprise as she caught sight of her friend. “Oh, Alphinaud! I wasn’t expecti- I mean, is everything alright? Did something happen?”

“Calm yourself first,” Rufin chided gently, “You’re clearly quite flustered.”

“Please, nothing is wrong,” Alphinaud nodded, taking a seat from the table and guiding his friend to sit, “I was merely here waiting for you.” Some few seconds passed as Fhara breathed, trying to recollect herself. A tome snapped shut, and Jannequinard stepped out from the desk. “Lord Rufin, perhaps we should give these two a moment, given that the young lad came all this way to meet with his companion. And if you would be so kind, I could do with some help understanding a page or two here.” Rufin raised an eyebrow, but nodded, casting another glance at the pair before leaving with her coworker.

When the sound of footsteps ascending up the wooden stairs faded, Fhara turned to her friend and asked, “So, are you alright?”

The boy was briefly taken aback. “I’m perfectly alright. It is you I would ask that of.”

“Me?” She blinked.

“Well, it has been some time since we’ve properly seen each other these past few days. I know that you look for things to pass the time and keep you busy, of course, but I’ve been rather worried that you were almost too busy. And it seems so given how you seem rushed off your feet here.”

“It’s nothing like that!” Fhara gaped, although a guilty flick of the ear was already betraying her, “I’m just here learning from Rufin. Everything I’m doing is part of that, or doing some idle favours to show my appreciation.”

“Or lightening another’s workload to busy your own mind?” Fhara flinched at the accusation.

“But why? You’ve never been one for the healing arts other than as an idle study, more so for emergencies. I don’t wish to sound as though it’s odd to see you so invigorated for a subject, but why throw yourself into it now?” Fhara didn’t answer, her head turned down and gaze focused on the floor.

“...Is it because of the peace conference?” No reply.

“The Vault?” Her tail flicked.

“...Ysyale?”

“Yes,” she finally replied, a quiet mumble half buried into her chest, “Ysayle, and Minfilia, and Haurchefant, and everyone else. Estinien and Vedofnir, and Honoroit and Emmanelain, and that woman that tried to insight an outburst at the conference, and everyone else.” She finally looked up, wearing a guilty smile with tears already seeping from her eyes.

“I just want to help. But I don’t know what to do.” An ache pounded in his chest to see her weep. Even for someone so emotionally open, she was normally of the cheery type. To see her cry and bemoan how she couldn’t help everyone...

“You know you aren’t alone in this. I am here to help you- all the Scions are.”

“I know-”

“Don’t throw yourself into this if it's not something you really truly want. If it’s only for the sake of others. You would only bring yourself harm if you force it upon yourself.” Fhara sniffed, brushing aside the tears.

In that moment, he swore he wouldn’t leave her to shoulder it alone. He had already asked so much of her. He could spare his own strength to support her as well.

#ffxivwrite #ffxivwrite2021 #my writing #alphinaud leveilleur #Jannequinard de Durendaire #leveva byrde #my wol #keeper of the moon miqo'te #fhara laali #heavensward #ffxiv #Final Fantasy XIV

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