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The Horror of Our Love.

Never so much blood has been pooled into anything I’ve found myself rejoiced by, yet indescribable are my words, for words are easily allegedand duplicated… For so long my words followed action, where others quiver and rend themselves obsolete. You march up to me as driven as any creation I’ve set my eyes upon, you take shaken hands and frisk upon my garb in the cloak of midnight. You mutter curses and chants of untold love while we swirl faster to losing all authority in our movements.Oh this smile that creeps upon my lips, this ink like hair fallen at way side, this ghostly skin you sharpen your claws on. No more do I look like the very accursed creature many despair against. You see a paramour, for all these finer shades of scarlet and crimson I paint with. This red eclipses my vision when I’m shackled to you. Intoxicated am I ever to this, I devour your essence, swallow your desire, left ravenous and lustful for more. True anguish will come to the romance writer who discovers our tale. May the poor bastard double over in remorse. For the horror of our love can never be scribe, it can’t be defined, for our love is the lost abyss others grow anxious for, and only then shall they be broken to learn they’ll never find a passionate dance like ours.

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basics ––––

NAME: Howl’tan Miyazaki (née Jeka) TITLE: of the Sakura Petals. AGE: 25 RACE: Miqo’te, Seeker/Keeper mix. (Keeper dominate.) GENDER: Male SEXUALITY: Pansexual MARITAL STATUS: Married to Sen Miyazaki. ( @ash-rust-stardust ) SERVER: Balmung

physical appearance ––––

HAIR: Raven Black - Kept long and braided in a Gyr Abanian style. - EYES: Lavender Grey HEIGHT: 5′7″ BUILD: Slender with some muscle mass. DISTINGUISHING MARKS: Scar running down his right eye which ends around his shoulder blade. A grim large portrait face of a what appears to be a fabled skeletal Ascian on his back. Missing left forearm. COMMON ACCESSORIES: A magitek left hand, a red checkered scarf, some fashion of head dress or head wrap to keep his long hair in place.

personal –––-

PROFESSION: A bastardized red mage with learned abilities of void magick/summoning. HOBBIES: Writing, poetry, reading, fishing, gambling, and training. LANGUAGES: Eorzean, Hingan, Mhachi (In writing only) RESIDENCE: Wanderer, but has safe havens around the world. FEARS: The bugs that inhabit The Fringes and The Black Shroud. ALIGNMENT: Chaotic Neutral

relationships –––-

SPOUSE: Sen - His husband CHILDREN: A half breed Xaela daughter named Senra (missing along with the mother of said daughter.) PARENTS: Mother: Howl Jeka (Once Jeka Jakkya) Deceased. = Father: Finn Galen (Once W’Finn Tia) Missing. SIBLINGS: Nine Sisters and Nine Half Brothers. Sisters are missing or deceased, his twin sister is missing (actually murdered by his hand), his half brothers share the same fate of being missing or deceased. OTHER RELATIVES: Howl’s family tree on his mother’s side makes him a descendant from Mhach. He doesn’t acknowledge his father’s family tree.

traits –––-

extroverted / introverted / in between disorganized / organized / in between close minded / open-minded / in between calm / anxious / in between disagreeable / agreeable / in between cautious / reckless / in between patient / impatient / in between outspoken / reserved / in between leader / follower / in between empathetic / unemphatic / in between optimistic / pessimistic / in between traditional / modern / in between hard-working / lazy / in between cultured / uncultured / in between loyal / disloyal / in between faithful / unfaithful / in between

additional information –––-

SMOKING HABIT: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

DRUGS: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

ALCOHOL: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess

possible hooks –––-

Are you from around here? ( Gridania/Limsa/Ul’dah ) Howl spent most of his younger years in Limsa when his mother sent him away from Gyr Abania. He still has some connections to Limsa thanks to his upbringing in a Black Sail fleet for the Maelstorm.

Are you aggressive? Howl is always calm and careful in how he is to others, but in certain events or in a fight he can become unpredictable or bloodthirsty.

Any special qualities? Being somebody with a large array of knowledge on subjects, it’s hard to list all of them, his current quality he’ll like to pass on to an apprentice thaumaturge.

Dark Role Play? There’s being edgy dark and there’s being tastefully dark, I try to keep Howl always in the realm of being grey… He’s always somebody who looks after himself first. This leads to him discarding people in wicked fashions if they begin to get in his way after a while… Thankfully this isn’t always the case, for he likes to keep his weapons and those of power close, but if you’re under the rung in his ladder, he’ll step over you, even stomp you if he must.

Master for an apprentice? Given his current state of aether studies and training, Howl maybe looking for somebody to be his apprentice. Only somebody who’ll surprise him with their untapped abilities would be a candidate, fair warning. He will not be kind to who ever takes up the mantle.

what I’m looking for ––––

Looking for new roleplay partners who I can build a story with, I’m an eloquent writer when I roleplay cause I like to spice it up a bit, so I know at times the dialect I use can be a bit jarring to some people, but I always try my best and I also look for the best in others! So if you enjoy darker stories and sick of the common bar setting or want something more daring for your character, Howl’s as good as some people may find, beautiful to those around him, but truly terrifying once you get to know him under the surface. He is open to training those willing to learn of aether control or want teachings of void magick and the lost city of Mhach.

oocly, I am ––––

I guess I can share a bit about myself… I’m still young but my body is a prison, what do I mean by that? Well I’m unwell a lot of the time, mostly in pain or I’m sick, so I can’t work, leaving me open all the time, I rarely sleep so time zones don’t bother me. ^^;;

I’m sure like a good number of roleplayers, I suffer from depression, and I’m not stating this like a woe is me kind of thing, it’s just to remind people even if I’m happy most of the time, when I’m having my lows, it’s easily noticeable… So I maybe having a bad day, but I won’t have it for long!

A side from that mess, I’m kind of easy to get along with, but it doesn’t mean that’s a guarantee. For me I’m either in love with you or I’m indifferent to you. That also goes for others, they either love me, or they hate me. I will say it’s a 70% love / 30% hate scale?

I easily adapt to others, so even if you’re not 100% confident in your abilities to write or come up with something, I’ll pick your brain and help you through it. By no means am I off limits cause I may seem like a fancy pants writer, truth be told I rather make the person I’m with happy, than them trying to impress me or worry about doing so.

I wrote Howl as a combined factor of many characters I idolized growing up, I loved Clint Eastwood’s man with no name it’s the biggest force in how Howl acts normally, the man kind to his friends, but can turn deadly with a stare. Byakuya from Bleach is another, cause I love his tranquil fury he has about him, plus a lot of Howl’s look, mostly the raven hair, ivory skin, and eyes were a factor in how I made him, to look beautiful but handsome at the same time…

Lastly I’m ashamed to emit but Howl’s unpredictable state comes from Sasuke in Naruto and Kylo Ren -It’s awful I know, you can judge me XD- It’s gotten to the point my off and on again company labels him the Kylo Ren of Miqo’te. The reasons for this? Sasuke for his thirst for power, and Kylo’s want to rid himself of all that held him close to gain the power he thinks he needs.

you can contact me via ––

You can do it here! Or ask for my Discord, or even if you see me in game, please say hi! I may look like a brooding keeper, but my fangs are saved for my darling, but yes I’m super friendly out of character and love meeting new people, heck if you’re not up to RP in game when you see me, I’m totally down helping you run content or fill a spot in a party! I’m likely doing nothing special when you see me.

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Me: I love this game. I’m not going to let some random people on the Internet bother me.

Inner Me: Be petty.

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Ukiyo-e (浮世絵), “pictures of the Floating World,” is a genre of Japanese woodblock prints and paintings produced between the 17th and 20th centuries, depicting landscapes, the theater and scenes from the entertainment districts of Japanese cities. (submitted by terrible-at-organising-student)

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Stand By Me.

So much time has passed since the day we met, these moons that came and went in a blink of an eye. They always say time passes you faster as you grow up for there isn’t many stunning events that slow you down… I shake my head hearing this, for it’s not true. My world comes to a stop anytime I see you, yet time still effects me even if I don’t sense a single motion. My hair now drapes around me, but you smile and braid it for me as my mother use to when it got unruly. My hands sore from the work I go through, but you nod and take care of them, going so far as to paint them all different hues. Yet my knees have forever been sturdy… Till they hear those three little words.

It has been seven suns since this ring has graced my left hand, I find myself looking down at it while I rest in my travels. Remembering every bell I was able to keep with you, before my name is called to go across the land. Sometimes I wonder about the times I tell you I love you too much, like it isn’t enough.

For too much to you is never enough…

For me giving you my devotion is never enough….

But for us, now eternity caught up in faithfulness passionate days and lustfully fondness nights of when I do return to your side and in turn you stand by me, arms like sweltering coils binding me in place. Face pressed into my robes… it’s different now… For there was a dampness left upon the fabric where many of my departures never left such a stain. Your words once came out as a lover’s, but today they come out as a husband’s.

All I could do was take your hands within mine, hold up the one I kissed on our very first night together. It may not stay your worry for me, it won’t do any good on keeping you sane, but the euphoric memories I can make before undertaking my explorations are your blessings in disguise.

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Big thank you to @hanedu for this piece of work! A very kind and sweet artist who kept me updated and was very apologetic about the wait, yet given how it came out, I could not give a better recommendation to anybody else! So next time their window is open, please do try and get a piece from them. You would not be disappointed!

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Before I’m Alone.

Hearken back to nights that my emotions ran wild, a soul embedded to thorns of anger and distilled illusions of love. These nights where I’m left alone are not without a light, for I now carry a fire greater than my own. Nevermore does it hold me close, it also cloaks me in a shroud others will never cross for fear of burning to cinders… True as ever I return to my homeland but it doesn’t feel right to say it anymore, as I dig fingers into dirt I once pattered across in simpler times. No longer hold those memories I wish it did, for this land has nothing else to teach me… I only wish to return to the new home I’ve built with you, for the reason of my moons shall be spent in merry, for all these conflicts I settled in my life has been worth going through. For now you hold the grandest prize another could give. As I will not do the cliche of saying you hold my heart, body, and soul. You hold my very life in the palm of your hands… I know many nights you use to laugh under breathe, saying why somebody so mighty could go for somebody like yourself and I would join the laughter not for fun, but for fear. For even a man of my ability and many accounted battles, I’m strong enough to emit what scares me the most, and nothing scares me more then seeing you slip through my fingers.