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koijikido · 8 months

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🌱Small first steps

It felt weird. Not bad or negative, but unfamiliar. Getting out of once own comfort zone was something that took a lot of effort. The further away he walked from the snow-covered hills and forests, the warmer it became, the snow quickly vanished and soon a wide green sea opened up under his feet. So softly did the grass dance in flowing motions along with the wind, bringing out the grace of nature in harmony with the infinite blue sky above his head. Green grass, warm wind. Nothing new. And yet it felt new and exciting. He hadn't met many people while traveling, but it didn't surprise him. The other Veena always kept a close eye on the borders of their homeland, so that not many people dared to come closer.

Koiji had heard about it before. There were other Veena and Rava who did the same thing and left their home before to go out into the world. It was this thought that kept him going. What if he had the courage to do it himself? Would he be able to take that step? When he expressed that thought, some of the others were not pleased and condemned him for betraying his origins, his homeland and his people. Just two other Veena understood the idea and encouraged him. Arun and Oruro. Now they were both gone. It was bitter and sad that out of all things their death had pushed him in the right direction in the first place. Arun and Oruro were the only reason he stayed. Both gone now, there was no one who would miss him, nothing that held him back. In a large community of convenience, deeper ties were not necessarily represented.

After some time walking Koiji found a comfortable spot where he could gaze out into the distance and contemplate the breathtaking landscape while resting.

Suddenly he heard voices, not that far away. Scanning the landscape for a moment, he discovered where the sounds were coming from. Children were playing together beside some animals. Hearing the laughter made him smile too. It sounded so carefree. Light and brightly, without the weight of the world. He decided to get a little closer, and sat down again after he found a quiet spot. Unexpectedly the children seemed to notice him. Koiji wasn't sure how to handle this, but this was not the time to hide. He made the desicion to change his life. So he just remained sitting. The two children came running to him but stopped at small distance, carefully watching him from head to toe with wide eyes, curiously examining a person they've obviously never seen before.

"Hey...! Are you a Viera?” the girl finally asked after a while. Koiji nodded."Yes correct. I'm a Veena to be exact.” “Oh!” the boy's voice sounded excited. "A male Viera!" he exclaimed.

Koiji raised an eyebrow at this statement but couldn't resist to smile over his pure and bluntly reaction. "Yeah, I'm pretty real and alive."

The girl smacked the boy lightly on the back of his head. "You idiot, of course he is real! We've seen others before! Just ... not male ones! And just from afar!” The boy pouted briefly at the girl and rubbed the back of his head for a moment. "I was just excited!" Finally, the children dared to approach him closer and examined Koiji very carefully. He felt a little beleaguered. But they were children. He couldn't blame them for being curious. He himself would be the same on his journey from now on.

Suddenly he felt a small hand on one of his ears. The boy grabbed it and ran his fingers carefully over it. "Wow so soft! And I'm sure you hear really well! Ours are completely different!” The girl nodded. "Yeah look!" She presented her horns to Koji, which made him laugh a little. “I'm sure you can also hear very well. But it's not very polite to touch my ears without being asked, young man.” The boy winced and withdrew his hand. "Ehh-sorry Mr. Viera! I was just so curious!” For a moment he looked at the two children silently. "Koiji. Just say Koiji.” Thinking about this situation for a moment, he realized he hadn't had much to do with children in his life before. Not really. Hardly. Koiji lowered his head and stretching his ears backward. "Come on. Before curiosity kills you. You can touch them.”

The boy now touched his ears enthusiastically, but proceeded much more carefully than some would think. Smiling, he closed his eyes and listened to their enthusiasm and felt the gentle touch before raising his head again. Who would have thought that his first encounters with others would be curious children of all people. But it didn't bother him. Open-minded, curious, full of energy, ready to discover the world ... they might even have been the best first encounter that could have happened to him.

#ffxiv #ff14 #ffxiv wol #koiji kido #koiji #bard #wol #ffxiv bard #ffxiv viera #ffxiv screenshots #ffxiv oc #warrior of light #final fantasy 14 #ffxiv rp #storytime #keep the errors and mistakes and tresure them

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warlordfelwinter · 2 months

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15, 18, 24, 27, 47, 52! For Fiver

[wol asks]

round two!

15. What is your OC/WoL's love-life like? Who were they in relationships with? Describe their relations.

Before leaving for Eorzea, he had the standard love life of a rava male which is to say going back home to procreate every few years. He's a regulation hottie imo so I like to think he was occasionally fought over. He probably also had some fun with other wood-warders, but nothing romantic. It's my hc that romantic relationships are kind of rare/weird for the males given how solitary their lives are. Fiver is definitely demi-romantic, so he just never really had that connection with anyone. In Eorzea, he was too confused by all the rituals these people seem to have around sex that he never pursued anyone he was attracted to. He had some romantic feelings for Aymeric, but didn't realize what they were. By the time he was around the Exarch, he had observed and learned enough about romance that he was sort of able to eventually puzzle out what he was feeling. So G'raha is really his first relationship.

18. What is your OC/WoL's go-to karaoke song?

Hmhmhm... uh... idk what makes a good karaoke song so I'm just gonna go with something I think fits him: Courage by Nostraightanswer and CircusP

24. How does your OC/WoL express affection? (Platonic & Romantic)

He's pretty reserved, even with his friends, so his shows of affection are definitely not showy or overt. Platonic, I think he just shows in being himself around you. He's more talkative with people he's comfortable with and cares about, he'll make jokes, etc. Rib-cracking hugs for special occasions. Romantic, he's more physically affectionate. He likes holding hands, likes hugs and kisses and nuzzles. For both, he's definitely an 'acts of service' type person. He shows his affection in being helpful or being protective, often to a detrimental degree.

27. Your OC/WoL switches body with their significant other. What would occur?

He's really irritated at not being able to get into the high cupboards.

47. Does your OC/WoL keep anything that their NPC significant other gave to them?

He has kept literally everything G'raha has ever given him. If he can't carry it on him, he keeps it in his apartment. Just to come up with something to put here, I'm going to say G'raha gave him a pair of earrings (probably crystal) that he has not taken off since.

52. What does your OC/WoL's family think about their significant others?

Most of Fiver's family knows nothing of his s/o. Since leaving Golmore equates to exiling yourself from viera society, he hasn't seen most of them in over a year (the entirety of the game). I did somewhat decide that one of his sisters also left, joining the Dalmascan resistance, and is one of those viera ladies in that scene with all the Alliance people meeting up before going to the Empire in Endwalker. Elva, who he was the closest with growing up (both in age and in terms of being friends), who has heard all of his adventures like 16th hand after leaving the jungle and halfway didn't believe everyone was talking about the same Fiver she knew until he walked into that room. So he was able to catch up with her and she's met all the Scions, including G'raha. She was surprised Fiver had found a relationship like that, but she's pleased for him cause G'raha makes him happy. She may have lightly threatened G'raha about ever upsetting her little brother, but in a friendly way (for a viera).

#ask games #the wol one #replies #chasing-kitsune #ty!#oc: fiver

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cimarraskylark · 9 months

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I figured that, since I've said so many things about Cimarra and Aymeric, it's only fair to give a bit of a background to their relationship. Afterall, it'll be a while before we get to this point in the fanfic, definite slowburn that it is. 😅🤣 I promise to not give out any important spoilers though. Hehehe...

Ahem. Where to begin? Well, Aymeric falls in love first, while it takes Cimarra longer to fall and realize it. She's hesitant to, based off of past experience and witnessing the way her village was. But Aymeric is patient and unwavering in his pursuit, slowly wooing her while showing his determination to commit to her. Cimarra eventually falls, but doesn't realize it until she finds that the rage which arises for his sake is of the same level as for those she considers family. It then takes her a bit to come to terms with it and finally admit that she returns his feelings.

Cimarra desires to have a lover who will stay, not leave. She wants the long-term, not just for a moment or a night. It stems from how Viera males come only when needing to mate, then leave again. So, she has a slight distrust, subconsciously believing that anyone she tries to get involved with will just leave. Looking after Hadrian, she simply uses the excuse that she "doesn't have time" when they ask why she's still alone. Her protectiveness of Hadrian also makes her very selective.

Not only does she not want a man who won't stay, but she's afraid of it happening, and so either doesn't let it reach the relationship point or leaves first. Often times, she doesn't let it start at all. And so, when Aymeric approaches her with sincere and genuine intentions, she isn't quite sure of how to handle it, afraid of it coming to nothing anyway.

Phew... that was a lot... and a bit heavy... Hmm... How about a future snippet from A Warrior's Saga to lighten the mood? Let's say... Cimarra and Aymeric's first meeting? 😏 I'll hide it for those who don't want spoilers, but for those who do read it, enjoy! 🥰

(Oh, some may ask when Cimarra falls for Aymeric. And to that I say...

...Hehehehehehehehe.)

"Cimarra turned at the sound of a door opening. The first thing she saw was a pair of striking blue eyes. When they met with hers, she found herself surprised at her own thoughts.

He’s got honest eyes…

It took her a moment to be able to look away and take in the rest of this new arrival. A tall Elezen, he had short black hair with a bit of wave that framed his face. Her gaze caught on the single blue crystal earring hanging from his left ear before moving on to take in his armor, adorned with gold plating and accents, interwoven with black cloth and a sapphire blue robe.

She quite liked the ensemble, though she oddly found herself following the lines of blue all the way back up to his eyes.

The pondering of why could wait until later though.

Haurchefant watched Cimarra with great interest, noting how her eyes hadn’t left Aymeric since he’d walked in.

“Commander Leveilleur. It is both an honor and pleasure to meet you,” he greeted Alphinaud. Then his gaze flicked back to Cimarra before centering on Alphinaud. “I am Aymeric, lord commander of the Temple Knights.”

“Alphinaud Leveilleur, at your service,” Alphinaud said with a smile. “Your reputation precedes you, Ser Aymeric. I think we will find that we have much in common.”

Aymeric gave a nod. Finally, he was able to have a legitimate reason for his eyes to linger on the one who’d caught his attention since he’d entered the room. Golden hair shimmering with silver flowed over her shoulders, partially pulled back and decorated with three white flowers. But some strands still drifted around to frame her face and enchanting blue eyes.

So absorbed in her was he that Aymeric failed to notice Haurchefant’s amused grin off to the side.

“Speaking of reputations,” he said upon finding his voice, “yours towers over us all. Does it not?” It was not hard for him to see why. Her reaction intrigued him. She did not blush, as he might have expected. Instead, one of her long leporine ears twitched while merriment faintly glittered in her eyes.

Aymeric forced himself to glance at the taciturn Temple Knight standing beside him so he wouldn’t be caught staring.

“It does indeed, Lord Commander.”

Haurchefant nodded happily in agreement.

His gaze returning to Cimarra, Aymeric chose to admit a slightly embarrassing secret to her, wondering what her reaction would be this time. “I am not too proud to admit that I have followed your activities with an interest bordering on fascination. Full glad was I to learn that you would be joining us.”

Now, this did slightly surprise Cimarra. She blinked a few times, confused by the odd feeling in her stomach. The way he looked at her so steadily, so focused, made her wary. But his soft smile and warm aura lured her in.

While Cimarra was struggling with herself in a state of confusion, Aymeric broke the silence before it could grow awkward.

“Now then, shall we begin?”"

#ffxiv oc #viera #the characters tell the story i just write it #wolmeric #wolship #wol x aymeric #aymeric #I can't get enough of these two #why are they so cute #i still need to find a ship name for them...

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im-just-a-ghost · 9 months

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Been exactly 15 days since I started playing as a bunny boy and I'm glad I did.

I wanted to play as a quiet and reserved hero who isn't very animated, and I was pleasantly surprised by how subtle the male Vieras' expressions are.

This is the face of someone who've been through so much they learned not to show a lot of emotions.

He's so over all of this.

He's done done

#he's also so pretty #I was feeling guilty bcs I abandoned my Aura girl but he's exactly what I wanted #there oughtta be muscle sliders for all the races though #male wol #male viera #viera #ffxiv endwalker #endwalker spoilers #ew spoilers #ffxiv #ffxiv wol #Fay plays #Fay plays FFXIV

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bnuuywol · 1 year

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From the Life and Journals of Phoenyx Eldritch

Aight here we go, I’m finally gonna bite the bullet and post the fics I’ve written about my WoL. This post is gonna be the first in a series of interconnected works that I wrote during the course of my time playing through for the first time, as well as pieces of the timeline I’ll go back to fill in later. I’ll be separating each chunk of chapters by expansion, which also means some things will be out of order as I haven’t written everything in my brain yet (sweats in I barely wrote anything for A Realm Reborn or Stormblood oops). Right now I’m still waiting on my invite email to AO3, but once I receive it they’ll be posted both here and there.

Now, onto the first chapter in PART I: A REALM REBORN!

I hope y’all like childhood trauma 👉😅👉

CONTENT WARNINGS: Gender dysphoria, misgendering

PART I: A REALM REBORN

Chapter One

Nineteen years predating the Seventh Umbral Calamity, a new brood of Viera kits were born in the Veena village of Akusos. The cycle of breeding came and went like clockwork for the Viera who lived there. After all, with the Garleans waging war just outside their borders and the ability, or lack thereof, of their men to survive in the unforgiving wilderness at the base of the Skatay Range, they found themselves needing to replenish their numbers often in order to survive. Among these children was an odd kit who would one day come to be known as Phen.

Their mother only bore the one child. Rael, her name was. She had only recently come of age to participate in the breeding cycle, and even so her priorities often seemed to lie elsewhere. She was one of the most skilled hunters in their village, constantly venturing out into the forest to procure prey for her peoples’ survival. Even pregnancy didn’t stop her in this plight. It was this very reason that the child’s father, Kir, sought Rael when the time came. A Wood Warder since the age of fourteen, like all other males of their kind, he spent the vast majority of his days in the forests as a protector. He’d known Rael since they were both kits themselves, having been born roughly around the same breeding cycle. He had always admired her kindness, her fearlessness. The two found themselves drawn together the moment they were able. Warriors at their core exchanging a passion that ventured far beyond their responsibilities for Akusos.

This fearlessness, passion, and edge of reckless disregard they both possessed would be passed down to their child, but neither would live long enough to see it. A Garlean ambush came at no surprise, but this one came dangerously close to the village itself. Kir performed his duties to the best of his abilities, but not his efforts nor the efforts of other Warders in the surrounding area could drive the Garleans away from Akusos. There were far too many of them, brandishing suits of magitek that could cut down their most skilled fighters in an instant. Rael led a party of the village’s most skilled hunters out into the field in order to drive the invaders out by force. Their success met with a heavy cost. Neither Rael nor Kir returned from the ordeal. Knowing the behavior of their lineage, the village elder, a woman named Dava, decided that taking their child under her personal care would be for the best.

And Phen never knew any different. Their mother died when they were only three years old. The decade that had passed since then held a deeper grip on their memories. Not that they imagined things would have been easier had she survived. Throughout their life they were met with nothing but scolding and disappointment from Dava. It had always been “don’t.” Don’t ask questions like that. Don’t wander outside the village by yourself. Don’t touch those weapons. Don’t speak about that gift of yours. Don’t grow too attached to being a Wood Warder. Don’t question the Green Word.

But they were cursed with an insatiable curiosity. No matter how many times they were told no, they did it again anyway. That reckless behavior made it so Dava kept them separate from the other kits, raising them in isolation lest their misguided ways infect the other young ones. Every effort she made to teach them the proper ways of the Veena clan backfired. Of course, it was in part that very isolation that made them crave answers. Phen didn’t understand the prospect of simply accepting certain things at truth without being told why. Dava always shut them down whenever they prodded at a subject that she did not want them to know about at that age. She just told herself that the kit would settle down as they got older, that puberty would hit and their gender would provide them with a purpose and all of this would just go away.

How wrong she was.

Phen appeared to be growing into a lovely young woman, much to Dava’s relief and the kit’s dismay. Dava immediately got to work preparing the thirteen year old for her new responsibilities as a woman of Akusos. Surely the prospect of training as a hunter would appeal to the child’s tendency towards the same behavior as her mother. But what Dava found was only further resistance.

When her puberty started, Phen felt like she was living in a waking nightmare. Her body was rebelling against her. There had to be some sort of mistake. From what she knew and felt of the two genders, she had always resonated with the males of their race. Everything about being told she was female felt… wrong. Feeling the tenderness in her chest often brought her to tears. Her facial features remaining soft and absent of angles, her waist curving into an hourglass, the idea that she would one day be expected to bear children? Phen couldn’t believe this was happening to her.

She, no… he would not surrender to this reality. Phen knew who he was, he was not about to let Dava decide for him. He just needed to gather the courage to say something. And one day after training, he approached the elder.

“Dava, if you could spare a moment, there’s something I wish to discuss.” Phen requested before returning to his room, his head bowed to show his respect.

“Make it quick, Phen. You know I have little patience to answer questions about things that do not concern you.” Dava responded sharply, hardly looking up from the task that presently occupied her.

“Of course. I…” Anxiety swirled in his chest, but he raised his gaze and steeled himself for the worst. “I’ve been giving it some thought, and I was wondering if when next the Wood Warders return, I could go with them and begin training to become one.” Phen’s request was immediately met with a seething silence. Dava closed her book and stood, approaching the kit with a dangerous glare.

“You know full well that women are not permitted to become Wood Warders. The Green Word forbids it.”

“I know, but… I don’t really feel that I am… a woman, I mean. I understand that the developments my body is going through would make it seem as such, but… it doesn’t feel right.”

“What on earth could you possibly mean by such a claim?”

“I mean exactly what I’m saying.” Desperate to be understood, he threw caution to the wind and let emotion take over. “Everything about it feels wrong, like I’m a prisoner in my own skin. Puberty be damned, I am a man, not a woman!”

“Watch your tongue, kit! Need I remind you that it was by the goodness of my heart that you were given a home after the passing of your mother? And now you would stand here and insult her memory, insult our very way of life. Rael would be ashamed of who you grew up to be.”

“But why is what I say so wrong? Why is what I ask to do so wrong? My father died in the name of protecting Akusos, he devoted his life to the protection of our village, of our forests. He took upon him the lonely duty of the Wood Warder with pride and honor. All I have ever wanted was to follow in his footsteps. To protect the land as he did. And now, because you all decide who I am for me, I will not be allowed to do so?”

“What you want, Phen, is any excuse to go off into the outside world! That’s all you have ever wanted, to be rid of this place. Is that not so?”

Phen opened his mouth to respond, then closed it, his face twisting with confliction. He shoved down the dysphoria induced by Dava’s choice to ignore what he shared about his gender and tried to fully consider the question posed to him. “I…” His voice faltered. He pressed his eyes shut, his chest heavy with the reality that she was right. With a deep sigh, he opened his eyes and brought them back to hers. “Can you blame me? All my life you have kept me sheltered away, able to experience nothing but the four walls of our home. Does it truly surprise you that I now look to the stars and yearn for the freedom to know more than that?”

Dava crossed her arms, greatly disappointed by what this kit became despite her best efforts to prevent it. She shook her head, her eyes daggers upon the child. “Then go.”

Phen’s eyes widened. “I’m sorry?”

“I hereby exile you from the village of Akusos. Leave now, and do not return.”

“Dava—” His voice swelled with panic.

“My decision is final. You have spat in the face of the Green Word for the last time, kit. The wilderness will decide your fate now.”

The Warders all knew better than to aid the young kit that had entered the forests that evening. The circumstances by which the, what appeared to their eyes to be female, child came to be in the wilderness could only mean one thing: the elder had exiled the kit, and deemed them Veena no longer. For a mercy, Phen had been allowed to keep the bow and quiver of arrows he had begun training with, but nothing else. After the initial shock and panic from Dava’s decision had passed, he made his preparations swiftly. Believing he had nothing further to lose, he broke into the storehouses and acquired the gear given only to the men of their tribe before they went out into the forest. If he were to be sent out into the world, likely to his death, he would do so with dignity, unbound by the clothing expected of someone assigned female.

That first night proved particularly difficult. The cold bit through even the armor on his forearms and legs, his exposed midriff numb and bright red with irritation as the unforgiving winds tore against his body. But despite the tips of his fingers feeling as though they might break off, he used a partial cave and a haphazardly built wall of snow to shelter himself through the night. When he awoke, it felt like he had frozen in place, his body wracked with profuse shaking. It probably would have been easier to simply lay there and die, but something inside him wouldn’t allow that. A fire burned in his chest and told him that this world held more for him than to freeze to death as a child. And with that determination, he found the strength to pull himself up off the ground.

Phen spent nine years in that forest, watching Warders from afar, teaching himself the lay of the land, teaching himself how to survive. Though he stumbled through the first couple of years, surviving mostly on luck, he was quick to pick up the skills he needed in order to survive. Hunting, building fires, finding shelter, looting supplies off the bodies of fallen Garlean soldiers, as well as those of Dalmascans and Nagxians who fled into the woods hoping to escape the invaders only to face the unforgiving cold and beasts. Every once in a while he’d find particularly useful supplies off the bodies of ‘adventurers.’ In particular, he once found a gold encrusted vial with a strange blue liquid within it, deciding to keep it in case it held any value.

The more he found himself encountering adventurers, either alive or dead, the more intrigued he became by the concept. Phen would sometimes spend his evenings spying on their camps, hearing their stories about adventures in far away lands that they regaled one another to pass the time. Tales regarding a place called Eorzea caught his attention in particular. People spoke of a great tragedy striking the land, the Calamity, they called it. How many people were in need of aid to rebuild, to gain protection from bandits and ruffians, to find some sort of peace after the red moon Dalamud broke apart and released a ferocious dragon, Bahamut. The more he heard about the place, the more he felt drawn to it. Especially the deserts of Thanalan. How he yearned to free himself from this cold wasteland at the base of the mountains and explore such a place.

One day, the circumstances seemed to align in a most harmonious fashion. A party of adventurers hailing from Eorzea was passing through the forest in pursuit of the mountains of the Skatay Range, with intent on exploring the Burn just beyond them. Phen caught an intriguing conversation about a vial not unlike the one he had acquired a few years past. Fantasia, they called it. They were, of course, speaking of how much value the substance held in the marketplaces, their intention to sell it to line their coin purses. But all that information was lost on Phen once he heard what it could do: using magic to change the user’s entire body as they pleased, including their physical gender. His ears perked and eyes widened with this information. From his vantage point, he pulled the vial from his pocket. The answer to his struggles living with the body given to him at birth… could it have been this close for all these years? Only one way to find out. Phen opened the vial, and with his heart’s desire at the forefront of his mind, downed its contents. An odd sensation filled his being, as if his skin were rippling across the bone. Overwhelmed by it, he soon lost consciousness.

When he came to, Phen found himself surrounded by that selfsame group of adventurers. He inhaled sharply, pulling the dagger from its sheath at his back and rising to one knee, brandishing the blade in front of him in defense. The first thing he noticed was the… weight, for lack of a better word, between his legs. Then the lack thereof around his chest, as well as an overall different sensation regarding his center of gravity. Had it… worked?

“Be at ease, lad. We found ya passed out with a pack of coyotes circling around. Thought it best to not let ya become their lunch.” A gruff voice pierced his ears. He turned to find a heavily scarred Roegadyn man with his arms crossed, emerald green eyes staring down at him. Phen’s gaze followed from him to a dark-skinned Elezen woman, a teal haired Miqo'te man, and then back to the Roegadyn.

“I…” He began responding, immediately taken aback by the sound of his own voice. Between the vastly different physical sensations he felt, the deepening of his voice, and the stranger’s immediate and correct assumption that he was, in fact, male all but confirmed it. Fantasia had done its work. “Thank you.” He finished, easing into the fact that this was now the voice he possessed. As shocking as hearing it had been, it felt right.

The Roegadyn man held out a hand and smiled. Phen sheathed his dagger and took it, graciously accepting the help to rise to his feet. “Name’s Haldryss. That there is Catane,” he gestured towards the Elezen, “and L’lev,” his gaze shifted towards the Miqo’te. “What might you be called, lad?”

Phen opened his mouth, then hesitated and shut it. If this were to be his first steps towards starting a new life outside of this place, his new identity in possession of a body that matched his soul, he would need a new name. Not one given to him by the elder of a people who despised him. He recalled a creature from a tome he’d found on a Nagxian some time ago, a creature who embodied rebirth with its ability to set itself aflame and start life anew. “Phoenyx.” He responded. “Phoenyx Eldritch.”

#ffxiv #ffxiv fanfiction #ffxiv wol #warrior of light oc #viera wol #transmasc wol #ffxiv rp #final fantasy xiv #final fantasy xiv fanfiction #wol oc #phoenyx eldritch #pre-arr #my writing #gonna go hide now lol haven't posted about my ocs since my tumblr rp days #cw gender dysphoria #cw misgendering

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sayurifellfrost · 1 year

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Mended Bridges

They came to a halt before the door in front of them, hesitation making Sayuri linger and tighten her grip of Eir’s hand which was firmly settled in her own. A soft squeeze was given to her in return, the Viera at her side leaning himself over to her far enough to settle his lips against the crown of her head, dispelling some of the tension that had overtaken her.

“I am here.”

His reminder was a mere whisper, one that made her features soften and a deep exhale leave her. She cast him a thankful glance and nudged her head against his before her free hand finally reached forth to settle against the wood of the sliding door, her knuckles meeting it thrice firmly, yet not violently.

A soft, excited, high pitched tone from within - words a little muffled but undoubtedly in Hingan. Small, quickened steps darted towards their position, making Sayuri’s grip of Eir’s hand tighten yet again. A rustling emitted before the door slid apart - granting Sayuri and Eir a sight which made the Seeker’s breath catch in her own throat.

A young Raen girl stood in the doorway, large, teal eyes staring up at them, lips parted in a surprised gasp. The girl’s eyes flickered between Sayuri and Eir, widening further as she didn’t quite seem to know who to look at.

Sayuri could do little but stare at the little girl, who’s general appearance had struck a familiar chord violently - yet she had never met this child before.

So why..?

Her gaze sank to a rope necklace the girl wore, a crystal that shimmered with all the colours of the rainbow when met by the sun, carefully wrapped to ensure it would never fall off.

A crystal which’s origins she knew was Yanxia.

One she herself had collected, and with the help of her adoptive mother.. Fashioned into a necklace.

.. For Emiko.

“Who is it?”

A feminine voice from within made Sayuri raise her head, only now easing the grip of Eir’s hand which she realised that tightened to an unbearable point at the sight. She shifted a thumb to caress Eir’s hand apologetically, receiving a gentle squeeze in return while the girl turned to look into the house.

“Mama! Look! It’s a cat!-- And a rabbit!”

The girl called out in Hingan, leaving Eir unaware of her words, and making Sayuri grimace ever so slightly while another Raen stepped up behind the girl, settling a hand upon her head and affectionately ruffling the plum hair which decorated her daughter’s skull.

“... It is a Miqo’te and a Viera, Yoko.” the woman quietly corrected her daughter, before flashing the two an uncertain smile. “.. Hello. Can I help you?”

Her language had made a switch as she addressed Sayuri and Eir, the girl now dubbed Yoko’s gaze returning to admire the two strangers. Sayuri’s brows furrowed, her lips curling up in an uneasy smile.

“..We–.. I–..” She struggled, before sighing out. “.. Does.. Habiki Tanaka.. live here..?”

“.. He does.”

“Is he.. home?”

The woman gave a short nod, before turning herself into the building, guiding Yoko along and offering an inviting motion to the duo. They had barely managed to enter before Yoko had left her mother’s side and darted over to another screen door, slid it open and slipped in - any sound which had been emitting from it ceasing at the little girl’s sudden appearance.

The door was shut behind them and they stepped into the house more properly, before Yoko once again emerged and disappeared through yet another screen door. Her mother smiled, her attention drawn to the visitors once more.

“.. Forgive her. She’s a very.. excitable child.”

Nothing else managed to be shared in terms of words, before the first door opened up fully to allow a male Raen to step through, long plum hair draped into a lazy ponytail. He halted in the middle of a movement, purple gaze shifting between Sayuri and Eir, before settling on Sayuri - who turned to face him more fully. A clear shock settled upon the Raen, who expressed neither joy or disapproval at the undeniably familiar figure found within his home.

“.. Sayuri?” he spoke quietly, hesitantly.

“.. Hello, Habiki.”

Habiki’s lips drew into a thin line, as he raised a hand to pull out the hair tie while approaching the trio, letting his arm wrap over the female Raen’s shoulders while her own hand raised to gently grasp his. Sayuri, too, gripped at Eir’s hand, the tension swiftly having risen between all parties as their last parting was a known event - one that did not end on the best terms, just as Sayuri had wanted it to at the time.

An uncomfortable silence lingered, before Habiki drew a deep breath.

“.. You look..” he began.

“.. Like shit?”

“... I’d say different.”

Sayuri flashed a weak smile, yet was not met with one in return. Habiki’s eyes were sharp, features pulled into a small frown. Her own faded, and her ears flattened - a small sigh leaving her.

She couldn’t blame him for not being particularly happy about her presence.

“.. Can.. we talk?” she asked hesitantly.

“I recall you saying we had nothing to speak of, Sayuri.” Habiki clapped back sternly.

“.. I know. And you didn’t deserve the treatment I gave you.. You need not forgive me, but I still want to apologise, and give you my reasoning.” Sayuri paused. “.. Should you let me.”

While initially seeming as if she’d be met with refusal, the woman at Habiki’s side squeezed his hand softly - gaining his attention.

“.. Long have you lamented having no answers, my love.” she murmured in Hingan. “.. For your own peace of mind.. Let her.”

“Mio..”

“.. Please.”

Habiki furrowed a brow, but allowed his stern facade to fall - leaving him appearing more soft, saddened.

“.. Very well.”

He made a gesture to the side, making Sayuri slowly release Eir’s hand - casting him a new glance. He met her with a reassuring smile, hand slowly sinking to the side. Mio released Habiki’s hand and remained at Eir’s side, exchanging words and niceties with the Viera while their respective loved one stepped aside to seat at the opposite side of the room - remaining in view, but with enough privacy to speak alone.

Sayuri and Habiki sank down next to a low table, seated upon cushions before each other. A new silence had befallen them, both struggling to form words to start the topic they intended. He kept his hands clasped atop the table, while Sayuri’s own rested in her lap.

“.. Why did you push me away, Sayuri?” Habiki was the first to break the silence, gaze brimming with sorrow as it settled upon the woman he had not seen for so many cycles.

“.. I’m sorry.” she finally spoke, tone low and ears flat. “.. I.. wanted to protect you..”

“Protect me?”

“.. Yes.”

Habiki furrowed his brows, a small frown settling on his features.

“.. You were not the cause of what happened, Sayuri..”

“... While it’s kind of you to say, we both know it’s false.” Sayuri turned her gaze away. “.. Still, it.. was not that I was trying to protect you from..”

“Then what was?”

She fidgeted with her hands, ice creeping along her fingertips as she recalled the day - frowning deeply. Yoko emerged from the door she had previously run through, making her way to the seated duo - clutching a tiny object in her hands.

“Papa! Can I give this to the pretty rabbit?”

Sayuri’s chill calmed as the child approached, her features softening and both of them resting their attention upon the oblivious girl. Habiki looked over to the item in her palms - a hairclip, in the form of a small, red peony flower of greater quality.

“.. Do you really want to? It’s your favourite.” Habiki arched his brow, having switched to Hingan as he addressed his daughter.

“But it’d look so pretty on her!”

A small smile settled on Sayuri’s lips, a faint chuckle leaving her.

“.. I’m sure he would love it.”

Yoko looked at Sayuri as she spoke, eyes a little widened for several reasons.

“.. He?” she questioned.

“.. He. His name is Eir.” Sayuri responded

The little girl stared down at her hairclip, then looked up to Sayuri once more.

“.. Does.. Eir like flowers..?”

“He frequently wears them in his hair.”

With no warning, Yoko spun around on her heels and darted towards Mio and Eir, calling out the Viera’s name to catch his attention before the distance had been closed between them. Habiki and Sayuri observed as Eir crouched down to level himself with the small girl, his movement and smile gentle as he met her. She was seen offering him the hairclip, to which Eir leaned himself down enough to let her put it in his hair - which she chose to do at the base of one of his braids, her excitement writ on her features for all to see.

Sayuri’s gaze returned to Habiki, who now squinted as he watched Eir.

“.. He’s not going to hurt her, if you worry about that.” she uttered.

“.. What? No, no. I’m just–..” he paused, squinting at Sayuri instead. “.. Are you sure it’s a man?”

She drew her lips into a thin line.

“... Yes.”

“.. Certain?”

“Habiki, it is my boyfriend.”

“... Okay, okay.” he exhaled, leaning back and letting his features soften once more. “.. Anyhow.. You were saying..?”

A small sigh emit.

“.. Do you know who.. Hayate Osamu is?”

His name left her lips with distaste, something Habiki was quick to pick up on - a brow rising.

“.. Vaguely, if he’s the one the previous local Yakuza threw around the name of to terrorise people.. Why?” He squinted.

“... Sounds about right.” Sayuri grumbled with an exhale. “.. One of his people transported me from the Ruby Sea to here, when.. when I ran.. I landed in his debt for it.”

Habiki straightened the way he sat, locking his gaze upon Sayuri who’s own gaze travelled over to Eir, Yoko and Mio instead. The little girl was dancing around, with Eir doing his utmost to instruct her - despite the language barrier. Anything that could not be described by a motion was instead uttered in translation by Mio. Sayuri gave a weak smile at the sight, before glancing back at Habiki.

“.. I distanced you, to put up the illusion there was no friendship between us.. Because he would have hurt you, to get to me.” Sayuri explained, a weight slowly lifting from her shoulders as she finally could tell him the truth.

“.. You should’ve told me, Sayuri..” Habiki frowned. “.. Kami knows I would’ve done everything to help you..”

“.. Which is why I didn’t. It was a debt I couldn’t get away from.. And he found every leverage he could to remind me of that. There was a point I wanted to go to Doma, just to.. Foolishly see if there was a chance Yasu had survived, I guess.. He stopped me at every point..”

Another pause lingered, Habiki offered a slow blink.

“.. Sayuri..” he spoke quietly. “.. Yasu is alive.”

Sayuri’s ears flattened and her gaze darted up to meet his, eyes widening as shock took to her.

“..W-.. what..?”

“.. She’s alive. And Masashi is with her.”

Her hands fell flat in her lap, her breath catching in her throat as the corner of her eyes slowly but surely filled with tears - making Habiki reel back a touch at the sight he was not particularly familiar with, but could completely understand. He reached a hand over to gently clasp onto one of hers, grimacing at the cold he was met with while she visibly processed the news she had been given.

Yasu was alive.

… Her mother was alive.

#Sayuri Aoki #IC #[Eastward Ties]

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bitterfates · 7 months

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FFXIV WRITE 2023; PROMPT 16 // 17: JERK

As he drifted off to sleep in the warmth and safety of his plush bed, Yichen’s mind conjured up a memory he hadn’t thought about in the years since he left his childhood home.

In this memory, he’d been a dozen summers at best. It had been late in the evening, and he was alone on one of the highest balconies in the treetops that made up his village. It had been a long and hard day of running about doing chores and tending to crops, and he had finally finished and retired to his usual spot to decompress from working.

Although the night sky was almost completely obscured by thick branches, the Viera kit made it a game to try and spot any of the flickering lights of the heavens through the evergreen leaves. He always came to the same area whenever he couldn’t seem to fall asleep, and then would return indoors to his home when he felt relaxed enough.

—- Which was probably how a group of his fellow children found him so easily on this night. He had been in the midst of locating the brightest star, wholly focused on his self-assigned task, when he felt a shove forward on his back. Quickly righting himself on the ledge he had been precariously sitting on, he turned around, startled. He was not all that surprised to see these particular three close to him, as the trio often made it a point during the day to sabotage him in minor ways that would not see them punished, but would still ruin the progress he had made on whatever task.

The leader of the pack, a blue-haired kit named Bjorse who, like himself, was starting to show signs of later being identified as male, smirked down at his brown-haired victim, arms crossed. “Still looking at nothing? I thought you gave this up already. The men are coming back in some moons, and they’ll take you away for sure. You’ll have to finally prove yourself worth something. That one can’t protect you forever.”

Before he could think to retaliate, whether with words or otherwise, the group scampered off, jeering laughter trailing in their wake. He clenched his fists and turned his gaze back to the stars above.

They were right, of course. He needed to grow stronger for his own sake, needed to accept how things were and would always be for the same reason. He would only bring torment to himself by standing out as he had been, with no other adult bothering to take his side but one: Elja. Therefore…he would faithfully listen to their teachings and become the model addition to their community that he was being pressured into becoming, keeping his longing for more locked away in his heart. The kindness he had been shown by the man was not something the boy he had been could throw away as if it meant nothing, after all. But maybe, before he was officially tasked with his adult solitary duty…he could repay him and honor him in the way he deserved; even if it was in a way their people wouldn’t understand.

In the time right before Yichen gave into the pull for rest, he let the memory fade from his consciousness once more with a satisfied smile, burying his face into the fluffy pillows he had gathered in a pile at the top of his bed. In the end, the unspoken vow he had made that night was fulfilled, even if it had not been in the way his child self would have imagined.

#ffxiv #ff14 #ffxiv viera #ffxivwrite #ffxivwrite2023 #yichen liu

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amurr-reha · 8 months

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FFXIV Write 2023

Prompt 1: Envoy

“My my, what a warm welcome.” The newcomer jests in spite of the situation. “I surely expected him to be joking about how you’d react but here we are.”

The room was as welcoming as any of Isghard’s accommodations for those unwilling to pay a succulent price, absent of the lavish tapestries that the upper echelons surely adorned in their own quarters. The hearth however, was warm, wood sparking and snapping as the flames licked high against the stone, illuminating the room in a muted glow.

The door to the chamber opens without so much as a knock, and the click of a gun is unmistakable, echoing off the stone walls. The form that enters instantly freezes at the presence of a weapon being trained upon them but an amused smile creeps across their face.

“My my, what a warm welcome.” The newcomer jests in spite of the situation. “I surely expected him to be joking about how you’d react but here we are.”

Dagur’s lip curls ever so slightly at the unfamiliar males flippant tone, even more so after their scent gives away that it’s another Viera. Despite the heavy furs and cloth the shorter male wears, he’s still lithe and skin pale, most likely Veena and better built for the colder weather that plagues Coerthas than he. This male however is not the individual that Dagur was expecting to meet today and he is not fond of surprises.

“Says the welp who barged in so rudely.” Dagur snarks, his aim never wavering. “Who are you.”

Before the blonde haired Viera can respond, a second presence comes barreling into the chamber, grasping without hesitation onto the barrel of Dagur’s gun and lifting it up towards the ceiling, forcefully shoving the ochre eyed male back in the process, pushing them farther into the room. A flurry of hand gesturing gets thrown into his face immediately after and Dagur growls in irritation, but lowers his gun at the now familiar pair of eyes glaring at him. He may not be able to see the color of them any longer but the familiar scowl and set stubborn jaw is something he’d hardly forget.

“Tobias doesn’t seem too happy with you, in fact he’s asking if –“ the blonde Viera starts.

Ochre eyes jerk over to the Veena, glaring once more. “I know what he’s saying.” He bites out harshly, all but pushing the Rava away from him, who huffs back in irritation but neither move to engage any further. Dagur doesn’t elaborate either, their past remains buried back in the forest, where it should be, with Her. Tobias resettles into himself, crossing his arms before coming to stand at the Veena’s side, albeit a bit closer to the fire. Ishgard is a far cry from the humid forests of Golmore after all.

Dagur slides his gun back onto his back holster, eyes flickering to Tobias as the other Rava signs a quick sentence.

“Using Garlean weapons still, disappointing.”

Dagur clicks his tongue, signing back, “Not your business rassgat.”

“Well that certainly helps.” the Veena questions in surprise, clearly there is deeper roots to their relationship than Tobias let on, but he remains silent. His partner had always held his past tight to himself. “And with those pleasantries nearly out of the way, I’m Braeden, the one actually here to meet with the joyfully elusive envoy of the Redbills.”

Dagur pinches the bridge of his nose, cursing under his breath. “Envoy?”

Braeden cocks his hip as he muses for a moment. “Are you not? I was told by a very reliable source,” emerald eyes amusingly look over at his partner, who turns away as if uninterested. “-that you have good relations with both the Skysteel Manufactory and the Redbills.”

The sandy haired male idly adjusts the virtu goggles that sit just above his forehead before walking over to the lone table in the middle of the room. “Think what you will, but I don’t represent humes, and you’d best bite your tongue when it comes to those who you carelessly name aloud in this place.”

Braeden hums thoughtfully, ears twitching in interest when his eyes land on the unique goggles sitting upon Dagur’s head. A faint burst of magick brushes against his senses before sliding away, a curious thing. The male was stubborn, as are much of their kin he’s has the pleasure of interacting with over the years. He himself might not even realize his dealings with both entities is enough for him to act as envoy in name alone. “Liaison then.”

He grins at the sour look Dagur shoots him, but Tobias shifts next to him and signs something too quick for him to catch, a few unfamiliar signs he hasn’t been taught. Dagur however, has no issue understanding and closes his eyes in what seems like resignation, before tapping two fingers against the table. Whatever transpired between the two is not intended to be shared.

“I don’t care for idle chit chat, leave what you have for the Redbills here and it will be taken care of.”

Braeden huffs in amusement before digging into his coat pocket and procuring a small package, placing it before him. “Tell Mr. Myste with this, our end of the contract is fulfilled.” he claps his hands once in a jovial manner and Tobias rolls his eyes. “I’m sure we’ll be seeing you again. Anything you seek, my trade is likely to find.”

“Let’s go, it stinks here.” Tobias signs, smirking over at Dagur who returns it before walking over to clasp onto the other male's forearm.

“Haltu kjafti welp, leave. Be well.”

#ffxiv #final fantasy xiv #ffxivwrite2023 #prompt 1 envoy

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1shepherd7wanderers · 9 months

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Hiya I know I only just started to follow you cuz you followed me on your main blog but I saw your ask thingy!! And soooo

How does your WoL/OC relate to the culture of their species as established in lore? Do they consider themselves a typical example of their kind? Are they in touch with their heritage? How does this affect their interactions with others of their own kind?

Thank you so much for the ask! I'm always so glad to see people interested in my characters! As is tradition, everyone else is under Keep Reading <3

Hohoka Hoka

Since she was born in Thavnair to an Uldahn merchant father, she had a taste of the typical culture of Dunesfolk Lalafell but grew up separate from it all outside of him. She never really knew another Lalafell until she arrived in Eorzea. Though she holds some of the same values like scholasticism and prosperity, she doesn’t know the death rights from Thaumaturgy- she barely even knows the Twelve. She knows she isn't typical, but she does blend well with other Dunesfolk. Though it was a surprise to see so many of them in Ul'dah, it was a pleasant feeling.

Kiyomi Umihou

While she used to hold many of the same beliefs as other Raen from Yanxia, she has long since shrugged that off. The gods and spirits either don't exist or are absolute douchebags in her mind. And the hierarchy of Doma pisses her off. If anything, she has a preference for Xaela culture. She appreciates the honesty of battle on the Steppe. Because of this, she actually interacts much better with Xaelas than fellow Raens. To Kiyomi, she is a Raen Aura and there is no denying that, but is she typical? No, she wouldn't consider herself typical. She didn't have a typical life after all.

Aluette Verbena

Aluette was raised as a male Veena Viera would because she refused to leave her older sibling's side, even after the sibling grew into their male characteristics. Due to this, she would not consider herself a typical female Viera. She is still very much in touch with her heritage though, even if she can't go home. I feel that Aluette would get along well with other Viera that she met.

Qih'tan Mujuuk/ Quill Verbena

Born as a Keeper of the Moon Miq'ote to one of the families that stayed in Ilsabard, his mother was the only one who could have taught him their traditions. And she was too busy with his twin sister so he was raised by a couple brothers no more than 7 years older than him and the Garlean school system. Because of this, he is not very in touch with his heritage, especially as it's related to Gridanian Keepers. His interactions with others Keepers are always tense because they are pretty much the only people who know what his name should be and what it means. He absolutely does not consider himself a typical Miqote: he doesn't even feel at home in his own skin. So much so he drinks a Fantasia to become a Rava Viera. All he knows about Viera culture comes from Aluette and he is certainly not typical, but he feels more comfortable in his body. By extension, he feels more at home with Viera and gets along quite well with them.

Aisbryda Wyznbyrtwyn

She was born in the Northern isles that Roegadyn's originate from, so she was very much part of their traditional culture. To this day, she enjoys fish, ale, and sailing. She would say she is definitely typical for a Sea Wolf. Thanks to her time among Hellsguard in Ul'dah, she's come to embrace the independence they value as her own. She normally gets along well enough with others of her kind, as long as everyone is treating everyone with respect.

Faine Beltarois

Faine is Wildwood/Ishgardian Elezen raised in Coerthas. Despite her parent's best attempts to raise her with Ishgardian culture, she feels no attachment to it outside of her love for expensive fashion and wine. She is a free bird and doesn't particularly care about her heritage. She would say she is relatively typical, especially after being around other Wildwood Elezen, who she relates much closer to. Because of that, she also gets along better with Wildwood Elezen than Ishgardian Elezen.

Odinvel Urselmert

Odinvel is a Duskwright Elezen, but he grew up in a very isolated underground village that worships Odin. The only thing their cultures share is a taste for Mun-Tuy beans and a distaste for Gridania and Elementals. Due to the fact that he was worshiped as Odin reborn by his village, he firmly believes he is not typical. He knows of his heritage, but he tries his best to separate himself from it. Despite it all, he gets along fairly well with Duskwrights from outside his village. Their shared dislike for Gridania led to Odinvel bonding with some Redbellies and joining them a year after the Calamity (though he left not too long after joining).

Albi Halibi

Albi is from the South Sea isles so he was raised deep in traditional Plainsfolk Lalafell culture. He loves the culture greatly and started traveling to learn of other Lalafell societies around Eorzea. Albi would think himself pretty typical for a Lalafell - a little too typical in all honesty: it's boring. He is very much in touch with his heritage still, found in the tunes his hums, the food he prefers, and his love for arcanima. He gets along well with just about anyone, this includes Plainsfolk Lalafell like himself. Though he was quite surprised to learn that Lalafell in La Noscea don't speak Lalafellin at all???

#ask prompt #hohoka hoka #albi halibi #kiyomi umihou #aisbryda wyznbyrtwyn #aluette verbena #faine beltarois #odinvel urselmert #qih'tan mujuuk #quill verbena

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OC Introduction: Kris

Basic Info

Name: Kris (he doesn't use a surname; if pressed he'll make something up on the spot) Aliases: Eir (forest name), Gale Age: 125 at the start of A Realm Reborn Pronouns: he/him (cisgender) Sexual Orientation: Demisexual/Panromantic (masculine leaning) Birthday: 23rd Sun of the 3rd Astral Moon (May 23rd) Current Occupation: Warrior of Light Affiliations: Scions of the Seventh Dawn, Lente's Tears

No one knows too much about Kris before he joined the Scions and (begrudgingly) became the Warrior of Light, and when asked, he'll say he was an adventurer before coming to Eorzea and quickly changes the subject. However, if you manage to find the right people and ask the right questions, you may learn about a former member of Lethe's Tears named Gale that matches his description.

Gale was originally from a small village in the Golmore Jungle, where he became a Wood Warder, as is the duty of all male Viera. However, he eventually left the jungle after an incident resulted in his closest friend being banished from the village.

After leaving the jungle, Gale made a new life for himself in Dalmasca. The Viera finds his friend, and the two of them work together, gathering information and resolving "problems" in the royal city's underbelly.

Eventually, when Gale and Laurent's mentor passes, they decide to try and turn over a new leaf and run her tavern. However, they did not know that she was an agent for the Saraab, and they are unwittingly roped into continuing her work--gathering information and taking care of any threats to the royal family that arise.

When the Garleans attacked and occupied Dalmasca, Gale joined the Resistance efforts, becoming a battle medic and taking care of those injured on the front lines. However, shortly after the Calamity, he begins having strange dreams--dreams of a crystal and the need to travel to Eorzea.

With the strange dreams came the strange power of the Echo, giving the Rava increased physical and aetherical abilities, as well as visions. As time passed, the visions became more frequent and debilitating, forcing him to leave the Resistance suddenly and heed the crystal's call, heading to Ul'Dah to follow his destiny...

Battle Proficiencies

Canonical Classes: Archer (Pre ARR-HW), Dark Knight (HW-SB), Red Mage (ShB-EW), Bard (EW) Weapon Proficiencies: Bow, Daggers, Greatsword Other Skills: Stealth, First Aid, Basic White and Black Magic

Anyone that pays attention to how Kris fights will notice the results of his long years of Wood Warder training. Be silent, strike quickly, and keep moving--all important for survival in the harsh Golmore Jungle. Even as a Dark Knight, he'll only wear light armor and stay mobile, choosing to surprise his enemies with his agility while holding their attention.

What people may not notice at first is that Kris also is very proficient with magic, thanks in part to the Echo. His training as a battle medic and basic conjury also comes in handy from time to time--although Kris prefers no one gets hurt in the first place, so he'll often take the vanguard.

Other Abilities and Hobbies

Music - Kris is able to play the harp particularly well. He also has a nice singing voice, though he's not one to sing in front of most people (even as a Bard).

Cooking - Kris really enjoys cooking, and learning how to make new food. During his time as an adventurer, he's learned a lot about different types of cuisine and is remarkably skilled at making a variety. If Kris lived in a more peaceful world, perhaps he would have been a Culinarian instead.

Botany - Considering Kris's love of cooking and his knowledge of first aid, it's not surprising that the Rava knows a lot about flora and fauna–what plants are suitable for remedies, which can be used to spice up a meal, and so on. He also knows a lot about flowers, more than one might expect.

Misc.

While Kris is very good at adapting to any social situation, he's not book-smart in the least. If a conversation turns to more scholarly matters, there's no chance he understood anything that was said. This also makes him very bad at anything technology-related

Kris has a skewed moral compass (think chaotic good)–but has the social awareness and aptitude to know not to act on that as the Warrior of Light. His views align pretty closely with the values of Dark Knights (which is probably not shocking, since he eventually becomes one).

Kris is a cisgender male, but he doesn't place any weight in gender roles or any preconceived notions of what a 'man' or 'woman' should do or look like. He'll present more feminine when the mood strikes him.

#ffxiv oc #oc intro #character intro #ffxiv wol #final fantasy xiv #final fantasy 14 #ff14 #ffxiv

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