#muse; aviel

[just-the-mage]

LFRP-Avielle Brindamour

Name: Avielle Brindamour

THE BASICS ––– –

Age:  27

Birthday: Second Sun of the Sixth Umbral Moon

Race: Elezan

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Straight

Marital Status: Single

Server: Mateus

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE ––– –

Hair: Blonde

Eyes: Turquoise

Height: 5′11″(180cm)

Build: Curvy

Distinguishing Marks:  

Common Accessories: Earrings, usually lots of them.  She has each ear pierced in four different places, and will usually wear either hoop earrings or ear cuffs.  She is also usually wearing a necklace of some kind-nothing ostentatious though.

PERSONAL ––– –

Profession: Con artist, Alchemist

Hobbies: Croquet, horseback riding, playing music (she plays the harp), and hunting (taken up specifically to appeal to specific men)

Languages: Common, and knows a bit of Old Elezan

Residence: Ishgard

Birthplace: Ishgard

Religion: None

Patron Deity: Llymlaen, the Navigator

Fears: Growing old, small spaces (she is claustrophobic), losing any of her limbs.  She pretends to be afraid of bugs and mice to appear more delicate.

RELATIONSHIPS ––– -

Spouse: N/A

Children: N/A

Parents:  Gwendal L'éclatement (father),  Adrienne Brindamour  (mother)

Siblings:  Gauvain L'éclatement (younger half-brother)

Other Relatives: not specified

Pets: N/A

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: Occasionally Drugs: None  Alcohol: Mostly at Social Gatherings

RP HOOKS ––– –

The Long Con- Avielle is, without a doubt, a con artist.  She chats up noblemen (and on very very rare occasion noblewomen), curls them around her finger, lets them fall for her, and then escapes with a fairly decent amount of money.  Have you been conned by her?  Interested in a partnership?  A noble perhaps looking for some conversation with an elezen who caught your eye?  This option may be for you!   

The Mixer- Alchemy is both a pastime and a profession for Avielle.     Do you need a love potion mixed? Perhaps some poison, for if the whole love potion idea didn’t work out? An herbal remedy for your injuries, if your target found the poison? Ask around the Brume...

Magic Initiate- Avielle is currently an Arcanist-in-training. She has a pretty good grasp of the basics, but is hardly a master of the craft. Are you a fellow student? Maybe even a teacher? This may be for you!

Astrologically Inclined- Avielle finds herself very interested in fortunes and astrology. She tries not to put too much stock in it, given that she is fully aware of how easy it is to manipulate people with something so simple as telling their fortune, but her fascination remains unabated. If you are a fortune teller, or similarly interested in the practice, you may share an interest with her...

CONTACT INFORMATION  ––– –

If you want to contact me, feel free to send me an ask or DM me on tumblr at @evangeline-cross. My discord is available on request.

What I won’t do:

-Character death

-Straight ERP is a no for me, we have to be reeeeaaallllyyy close for me to even consider it tbh.

-No underage people...I shouldn’t have to say this.

#ffxiv #Avielle brindamour #elezen #lfrp #ffxiv lfrp #my new character! #this is a multi muse blog now #enjoy my giraffe #I love her #mooglemeet #mateus #rp #Mateus rp #crystal data center

[vertiqos]

aviel’s tag drop

❛  ❪  ♡  ;  visuals.  ੭  ⵓ   aviel  saetang.  𐐪𐑂   ｡  ❫

❛  ❪  ♡  ;  musing.  ੭  ⵓ   aviel  saetang.  𐐪𐑂   ｡  ❫

❛  ❪  ♡  ;  threads.  ੭  ⵓ   aviel  saetang.  𐐪𐑂   ｡  ❫

❛  ❪  ♡  ;  ship.  ੭  ⵓ   aviel  +  s.  𐐪𐑂   ｡  ❫

#❛ ❪ ♡ ; visuals. ੭ ⵓ aviel saetang. 𐐪𐑂 ｡ ❫ #❛ ❪ ♡ ; musing. ੭ ⵓ aviel saetang. 𐐪𐑂 ｡ ❫ #❛ ❪ ♡ ; threads. ੭ ⵓ aviel saetang. 𐐪𐑂 ｡ ❫ #tag drop

[tinyawokentitan]

For the Wed, Bed, Behead: Aviel, Raifer, & Rook

Ask my muse “Wed, Bed, Behead” 

She blinks, thinking for a moment before pouting. Yet another set where she didn’t want to behead anyone! She sat cross-legged and put her face in her hands, elbows resting on her knees.

“Wed Rook... Probably bed..” She whined and rubbed her cheeks in circles, “Raifer and behead Aviel… I’m sorry Avi!!” She groaned and flopped onto her back.

She didn’t understand why she ever agreed to play this game.. its way too hard when you don’t want to behead anyone.

#: // Transmission Recieved | Answered Ask

[deathsdeserters]

❂

meme: create a moodboard for our muses

Well, that took a bit and a half. But here’s a moodboard for Aviel Tol and Jonathan Martin Severin, not so much starstruck as star-crossed and starbound. The Saltwater Queen and the Foolish King, both warriors, both wounded, both brave, both afraid, both muddling their way through.

Of course it includes the Crimson Days present of the likeness of Paladin Abra Zire, carved from a piece of amethyst Severin “rescued” from the Dreaming City.

#sentiincl #aviel tol #jonathan martin severin #veґṧe: Αστηρ Πλανητων — sʜᴇ ᴡʜᴏ ʟɪᴠᴇs ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀsᴛ; ʜᴇ ᴡʜᴏ ᴅɪᴇs ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴜᴛᴜʀᴇ #moodboard meme #rp meme #tw: blood

[deathsdeserters]

👁 Wake my muse up during a nightmare - yue

They were roughing it, as usual. Being out on an extended assignment meant that sleeping under the stars, or in an abandoned building, shipping container, truck, cave, or sometimes a place far, far worse.

This mission meant sleeping somewhere not quite worse, but not quite desirable.

They were deep into House of Dusk territory. Yue Qiangshuang was taking first watch. She privately wanted to make some sort of contact with the Eliksni, preferably non-violent. It was a hope she spoke of to no one, not even her Ghost.

She knew better than to do anything when on a mission. It pained her to kill the Eliksni, even in self-defense. She was all too aware that their numbers were dwindling, the same as that of the humans, the Awoken, and the Exos.

She kept those thoughts to herself as Aviel slept. They had found shelter in an long abandoned apartment in a shell of a building. There was a mattress on the floor, a couch that had seen better days maybe a century ago, a useless fireplace with a portrait hanging over the mantlepiece, and a bookcase still somehow containing paper books. Yue idly wondered if she could bring any back to Commander Zavala. She knew he loved reading and preferred the paper kind of books to the electronic form.

She listened to the regular rise and fall of Aviel’s breathing as she lay on her belly, scanning the treeline and open public square below. There was a Dusk patrol off in the distance, roughly thirty klicks to their south-southwest, but other than that, all was quiet.

Yue heard the shift in Aviel’s breathing. There was a sudden stutter in the rhythm, one that she recognized as distress. She got into a low crouch and made her way to the mattress in a few wide steps. She sat on the edge of the mattress and waited, alternating her attention from Aviel to the opening at the front of the apartment building and back again.

Aviel had begun to murmur. The words were unintelligible at first. As she got louder, they became more distinct.

“…priority…evac…” She shifted, throwing her weight against the thin padding. “Pinar…”

Something about that made Yue pay closer attention. It tickled at her memory.

“…no…no, no, no, no…Car…rel…”

Aviel’s body started to move, short spasms, twitching, as if she were fighting something in her nightmare. “Fang…” This was louder than the rest, almost at her speaking voice.

The Silent Fang? Yue couldn’t risk her getting any louder. It was possible it was a memory surfacing as a nightmare, but there was a chance Aviel’s voice could carry to the passing House of Dusk patrol and she didn’t want to have an engagement tonight, especially now.

Yue settled herself onto the mattress next to Aviel and held her as best she could, wrapping an arm around the other woman’s waist, and whispered to her. “It’s all right, Aviel. It’s just a bad dream. You’re safe.” The two words suddenly clicked for her. Pinar. Pinar Venj and the Silent Fang. The Raze of Amethyst. “You’re home, you’re not on Amethyst. That was a nightmare.” She was lying and she didn’t much care for it, but she also didn’t want to startle her awake.

Aviel muttered something that Yue couldn’t quite make out. Something about a promise.

“Everyone is safe. Everyone is home and Amethyst is safe and you just had a bad dream, that’s all.”

The frown that Aviel’s face had been wearing faded and she looked peaceful. “Carrel…Darys….”

“They’re safe.” Yue had no idea who she was referring to, but they appeared to be important to Aviel.

The Awoken’s breathing slowly returned to an even, measured pattern of someone who is sleeping. Yue released a quiet sigh and went to get up to return to her watchpost. Aviel had managed to grab onto the arm Yue had around her waist and was using Yue’s other arm as a pillow.

She was effectively trapped by the other Titan.

“天啊…”

@reefbcrn

#non-verbal rp starters meme #rp meme #askbox meme #reefbcrn #aviel #yue qiangshuang

[deathsdeserters]

🐈 Lean against my muse’s side - sev

They were near the tip of Felwinter’s Peak, keeping watch over the Iron Temple. It was still closed off to Guardians outside of Iron Banner, and remnants of the Red Legion still enjoyed swinging by in their Threshers to take potshots.

Multiple fireteams were posted in shifts to protect the home of the Iron Lords. Aviel and Jonathan Martin Severin had just so happened to take what Vasily-23 called the lobster shift.

When questioned, Vasily explained that lobsters were stupid and only stupid people would work from 2300 to 0700 straight.

Severin promptly told his fireteam’s mechanic to go fuck himself.

Aviel had made fun of Severin for wearing what she called his old man gear. And she wasn’t wrong about it being old: it was the gear he was wearing when his fireteam took a little joyride over from their alternate reality, timeline, dimension, thing thanks to an overly ambitious plan and too much faith in Vex technology.

It was just that despite outward appearances and his protestations to the contrary, Severin did find comfort in things like tradition and history. He admired the Iron Lords, the Iron Wolves. When the SIVA Crisis erupted and he learned of the fate of the Lords, came face to face with the horror that Clovis Bray and Rasputin had wrought.

Lord Felwinter, Lady Jolder, and Lord Gheleon were...they weren’t dead. They weren’t alive, either. They were abominations. There was still Light...the faintest amount...

He felt ill in the Iron Tomb. He would have gone to his knees if Atsuko-5 and Yue weren’t there. Yue was the one who flew into a rage, grabbing Felwinter’s axe and going on the attack. She was the one who demanded they put the Lords out of their suffering, that there was no way they could leave them without ending it, no way they could face Lord Saladin without making their sacrifice right and just. Without cleansing it all with fire.

Yue was born to be an Iron Lord. He had no doubt. She was born too late.

He forced himself to get his shit together and to destroy as many Devil Splicers as he could. It took all three of them to take down the...bastardization of the Iron Lords. If not for Felwinter’s axe, it might not have happened at all.

They were at least able to reclaim the honor and the memories of Lady Jolder, Lord Gheleon, and Lord Felwinter to return to the Iron Temple.

Returning to the Temple held mixed feelings for Severin. But when he did come back, he always wore his Iron Banner robes. Not the ones that the latest generation of Kinderguardians knew. The ones that his generation knew. The ones he worked years to earn. A mixing and matching of decades worth of gear representing different ages of the Banner. 

He had taken Aviel up to the very top of Felwinter’s Peak. There was a campfire burning near an abandoned shelter. There were long dry mugs and some books scattered about, as well as empty casks that made for fine stools.

They had taken shifts keeping watch in that position, but neither had slept. It was more a rotation for a position closer to the fire.

As dawn broke, changing the colors on the horizon, Severin moved from his perch on the edge of the cliff face and joined Aviel at the fireside. They would be relieved soon. It was almost shift change. He sat next to her wordlessly, staring into the fire.

He soon drifted off, his head dropping onto her armored shoulder. Aviel stared down at him a moment, about to say something on his trying to be fresh, when she noticed that he was indeed asleep. His breathing was deep and even, chest rising and falling at regular intervals. His body was carefully balanced against hers, leaning against her side and her shoulder. Severin had gone to sleep.

Aviel couldn’t even say anything for fear of waking the man. She simply huffed softly, smiled, and waited for their replacements to arrive.

@reefbcrn

#unspoken gesture meme #rp meme #askbox meme #reefbcrn #aviel #jonathan martin severin #slice of life #enjoy an actual screen shot of randy boy on felwinter's peak