GRANDE REVERENCE

Roleplay/IC Blog for Faysal Yasimin on Balmung.

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FFXIV roleplayers in a nutshell

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Until we meet again, Balmung!

Just a small update from me really, since I never really got this blog going as much as I probably should have when it came to RP and making connections.

As of late, due to a few different things happening for me both in-game and IRL, I’ve just lost the love and drive I used to have for RP. A few missteps here and there trying to get my character into certain circles and I just kinda lost hope when it came to finding something I could see myself sticking with long-term.

So it’s a goodbye from me, with no hard feelings or tears - just dumb ambition and some newfound motivation to do something else with my time in-game  and creative energies nowadays. I’m going to get back into raiding and streaming, with hopefully a few FFXIV-related videos going up eventually once I’ve settled in on my new server.

If anyone plays primarily on EU, feel free to hit me up on Jhin Tarot on the Spriggan server (Chaos DC). I probably won’t post on Tumblr again since I only really used it for RPing, so take this as a final goodbye! 

Peace and love, friends. ♥

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Me: I take FFXIV seriously as a roleplayer and I like the immersive experience, and even my glamours for other jobs are always something my character would wear because I like to keep one strong aesthetic throughout and-

Also me:

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Lost in the Flood

[ayrenn]

What the fuck did you just fucking say about me, you little bitch? I’ll have you know I graduated top of my class in the Studium, and I’ve been involved in numerous secret raids on the Empire, and I have over 300 confirmed kills. I am trained in swordplay and I’m the top red mage the entire Alliance forces. You are nothing to me but just another target. I will wipe you the fuck out with precision the likes of which has never been seen before on Eorzea, mark my fucking words. You think you can get away with saying that shit to me in Il Mheg? Think again, fucker. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of spies across the Source and the First and your aether is being traced right now so you better prepare for the storm, maggot. The storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your life. You’re fucking dead, kid. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can kill you in over seven hundred ways, and that’s just with my bare hands. Not only am I extensively trained in unarmed combat, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the Scions and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable ass off the face of the continent, you little shit. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little “clever” comment was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your fucking tongue. But you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now you’re paying the price, you goddamn idiot. I will shit fury all over you and you will drown in it. You’re fucking dead, kiddo.

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Faysal of the Yasi - The Heart’s Beat

[ex-atomos]

FFXIV asks during maint!

General FFXIV stuff

1.      Your favorite pic of your character?

2.      Favorite dungeon?

3.      Favorite song?

4.      Favorite beast tribe?

5.      Favorite location for taking screenshots?

6.      How’s your sightseeing log progress?

7.      Favorite event?

8.      Do you hoard gear and items?

9.      How long have you been playing?

10.   Have you ever changed servers?

11.   Ever used a fantasia?

12.   Do you play with a controller?

Character asks (These are set up to be IC, but you can answer OOC of course!)

13.   What kind of education did you have?

14.   How is your relationship with your family?

15.   Do you travel a lot?

16.   What do you do for work?

17.   Who do you spend most of your time with?

18.   How is your social standing?

19.   Are you involved in politics?

20.   Have you seen fighting?

21.   Where do you spend most of your time?

22.   What is your weapon of choice?

23.   Do you dance?

24.   Are you neat or messy?

25.   What is your favorite season?

26.   Who is your Guardian?

27.   Have you ever received an anonymous letter?

28.   Do you have any enemies?

29.   What are you afraid of?

Real World AU

30.   What kind of car does your character have?

31.   What kind of work does your character do?

32.   Does your character prefer the city or the countryside?

33.   Has your character been in trouble with the law?

34.   What is your character’s style?

35.   What kind of living space does your character have?

36.   What are your character’s hobbies?

37.   Is your character a homebody or social butterfly?

38.   How good is your character with computers?

39.   What is your character’s favorite genre of books?

40.   What is your character’s favorite tv show or movie?

You’ll probably be refreshing tumblr all day, may as well have some fun answering questions!

[leanybeany]

Anonymously tell me something you like about my OCs

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{ ｂｏｌｄ  ｗｈａｔ   ａｐｐｌｉｅｓ }

╳   FLAWS.

moody | short-tempered | emotionally unstable | whiny | controlling  | conceited | possessive | paranoid | lies| impatient | cowardly | bitter | selfish | power - hungry | greedy | lazy | judgmental | forgetful | impulsive | spiteful | stubborn | sadistic | petty | unlucky | absent-minded | abusive | addict | aggressive | childish | callous | clingy | delusional | cocky | competitive | corrupt | cynical | cruel | depressed | deranged | egotistical | envious | insecure | insensitive | lustful | delinquent | guilt complex | reclusive | reckless | nervous | oversensitive | self-degrading

♔   STRENGTHS.

honest | trustworthy | thoughtful | caring | brave | patient | selfless | ambitious | tolerant | lucky | intelligent | confident | focused | humble | generous | merciful | observant | wise | clever | charming | cheerful | optimistic | decisive | adaptive | calm | protective | proud | diligent | considerate | compassionate | good sportsmanship | friendly | empathetic | passionate | reliable | resourceful | sensible | sincere | witty | funny

🎨 SKILLS & HOBBIES.

art | acting | astronomy | animals | archery | sports | beach combing | belly dancing | bird watching | blacksmithing | boating | calligraphy | camping | candle making | casino gambling | ceramics | racing | chess | music | cooking | crochet | weaving | exercise | swordplay | fishing | gardening | ghost hunting | ice skating | magic | engineering | building | inventing | leatherworking | martial arts | meditation | origami | parkour | people watching | swimming | puppetry | pyrotechnics | quilting | reading | collecting | shopping | socializing | storytelling | writing | traveling | exotic dancing | minor potion tricks/trinkets

Tagged by: @vysaldhe

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5 Gifs that Serve as Inspiration for Your Character // Faysal Yasimin

(Tagged by: @vysaldhe ♥)

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Four Temperaments - Faysal

Sanguine

"The sanguine temperament is traditionally associated with air. People with this temperament tend to be lively, sociable, carefree, talkative, and pleasure-seeking. They may be warm-hearted and optimistic. They can make new friends easily, be imaginative and artistic, and often have many ideas. They can be flighty and changeable; thus sanguine personalities may struggle with following tasks all the way through and be chronically late or forgetful. Pedagogically, they can be best reached through awakening their love for a subject and admiration of people." - Steiner, Rudolf (2008). The Four Temperaments. Rudolf Steiner Press.

(Tagged by: @vysaldhe ♥)

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The Lion and the Viper

How had I arrived at this place? What possessed me to walk up to those ruins, which I had ne’er before seen but echoed with the familiar songs of my oldest memories? As I drew nearer and began to ascend the stone steps, I came to remember this as the dream that always began, but I never allowed to finish. My heart sank, and the air itself gained an icy, biting chill.

I closed my eyes tight, my face screwed up in knots trying to wrestle myself awake before I reached the end of the staircase. But this time, a first among so many nights where I had denied this dream its hold over me - I could not escape. My eyes drifted open again, and I sighed with the knowledge that this time, I would be forced to face that which I had not been able to for the entirety of my adulthood. A single tear rolled down my cheek, warm against the cold breeze blowing through the pillars, now behind me as I approached what faced me. Or… who faced me, rather.

Her.

The face before me was one I had banished to the darkest recesses of my mind, the voice in my head that I buried beneath locks within locks within locks. Layla of the Yasi, the most revered among my people, who led our clan with a quiet determination, and… most importantly, my mother.

I should have known this was to come eventually. The only item of hers I still carry is the ornate white stone passed down within the Yasi people, the one which cemented her position among her peers and carried the whispers of our forebearers - the Dancers. Until recently, it remained locked in a trinket box I dared not open for the pain it would bring each time.  It was only once I came into my own once again, free of the machinations and manipulations of the man who held my mind prisoner that I began to wear the stone on my person again.

As if waiting for my mind to stop running, she finally spoke with a voice I can’t even claim to remember, and we spoke for the first time all over again.

“My little lion… my dearest boy…” “I… always hated when you called me that.”

“And yet, you fashioned yourself a new name after it the day you ran away from yourself - Aslan, the golden lion of children’s tales. The day where you had to grow up all too fast… I’m sorry that I left you so soon, my little Faysal. Will you… forgive me?”

“Forgive you?” I asked. “There is little to forgive when you didn’t choose to die. Fate is a cruel master, and yet it reigns as King over us all.”

“You are right in that Fate took me before I was ready to leave. Your sister, and father before me too. But you must remember, Faysal, that cutting the weeds of summer will not bring back the roses lost to the winter before them.”

“Roses? I don’t… I don’t follow,” I sighed. She always had the most beautiful way of phrasing things, but oft got carried away with a metaphor and lost all sense of direction.

“You’re right… you’re a man now, and not a boy. I shouldn’t lace my words with honey any longer, I just… I need to know you’re ready to hear them.”

With a moment of pause, I swallowed and gave her a nod.

“You dance only for death, Faysal. Our people were not needlessly cruel, and we both know that the path you are taking is not the one I would have wanted for you. Remember us as we were, and all that we meant to one another. Do not let your ears grow dull to the beat of the song that goes on all around you, and consider what it means to you to be the last of the Yasi. Fate tore us apart, I know, you must not let the past write your future.

Quell this rage within your heart and rest your urge for vengeance, lest it consume you entirely. Do not disgrace our people by carrying out this warped idea of justice you’ve become so accustomed to. Take the stone within your hands and listen to the souls who came before you… listen to all that they did, all that they believed in, and all that they have witnessed since the very beginning of our line.” “Will I… will I hear you, too?” “If that is your wish, then will it to be so. I too carried the stone, as you well know. I am a part of it as much as any other… as you yourself will one day will leave your legacy upon it.”

“So this is… you are…” I struggled to speak, a small tugging sensation at my back swiftly growing until I could barely keep my feet on the ground. I knew this sensation well, and wasn’t ready for her to leave yet. “Are you really my mother? Or are you just the memory of her, called forth from within my own mind?”

I knew I could resist no longer, and gave into the force pulling me away. As I drifted backwards out through the pillars and up above the stone steps to awaken, my mother finally smiled.

I had spent the rest of that night wide awake, pondering the conversation we’d had in the confines of my dream with my mother’s Soul Crystal in hand. I realised that my final question was foolish, for even if she were a figment of my imagination, she never would have admitted to it. And frankly, I didn’t need to know the answer to it to move forward.

Real or not, what she spoke was true, and it was time that I realised my actions of late had only served to hold me back. Hunting down thugs and criminals and delivering unto them their end as I felt they deserved… it was not what the art of my people was meant for. To skulk in the shadows and strike down who I saw fit… the Viper I had become was a dishonour to the memory of those who walked before me.

It was that night that I allowed myself to close the book on the chapter of my life that had brought me only pain, and I laid the name Aslan to rest with the bodies of those who had brought him into existence. Of the man who twisted my sense of love and devotion into a chain that bound me, and the pleasure houses who took advantage of my will to survive, I finally let go. I learned that night that to be bitter is to build yourself a palace and prison in the same breath, and to cling to your anger is to forget who you are, and who you were meant to be.

My name was Faysal, son of Layla and last of the Yasi people, who brought beauty to the world through the dances of which they poured their hearts into each step. They adorned their garments with the colourful feathers of birds, symbolic of the freedom they felt in dancing to the beat of the very world around them.

It is time I remember who Faysal really is, and all he was meant to become.

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“I create myself.”

— Susan Sontag, from a journal entry featured in Reborn: Journals & Notebooks (1947-1963)

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Deliverance

These stories about a killer stalking the streets at night... I don’t know what to make of them these days. Some paint him as a monster, or a complete madman who slits the throat of men without regard.

But I know the truth.

I was a woman of noble birth. To what house, you ask...? It matters not. My father fell from grace by gambling away out fortune, and dragged us all down to the depths alongside him. When the thugs came calling to make him pay his debt, they found he’d no coin left... and took my sisters and I instead.

One evening, a few moons into my ‘service’ if you could even call it that, I tried to make my escape. There was a storm that night, and my current keeper Henrik had paused under an archway leading into a back alley to take shelter from the downpour. I took my chances and ran out into the rain, my heart pounding in my chest as I heard the stomping footsteps chasing behind me. Eventually, I made a wrong turn and found myself backed into a dead end. I turned to face my fate, closing my eyes as I awaited whatever beating I was due to receive... only it never came.

First, I heard a voice from up above - it spoke with an accent that I do not recall ever having heard before. It seemed to be... counting, almost. Biding their time until they decided to make their move.

As my pursuer turned the corner, I took a step back but slipped and fell to the ground. He drew closer, and suddenly something shiny sliced through the air and struck him square in the chest. A knife...? No, it was bigger than that. An ornate disc of some sorts. He recoiled, and then another came shortly after, slicing through his side.

The figure jumped down onto the cobbles before me, his shoes barely touching the ground before he darted forwards towards Henrik. He was much smaller in frame compared to my Hyuran aggressor, but it didn’t seem to matter all that much. The Ala Mhigan thug took swing after swing, but the man in red effortlessly dodged out of the way. He danced circles around Henrik, cutting into him with his blades at every opportunity. There was something... so elegant about the way he moved. I know it sounds awful to say that about someone cutting a man to pieces, but I suppose I owe him my life, do I not? It’s only natural to be a little enamoured.

Henrik fell to his knees, and slumped over on the ground. I called out to the miqo’te who struck him down, but he didn’t respond. I managed to push myself up onto my feet and tried to follow, but he held up one of his blades to make me stop.

“Go home.” That was all he said to me. Go home, I thought? How was I ever going to go home again knowing that there were people who would hunt me down again? I ran out into the street once he’d turned the corner, but he was nowhere to be seen.

Some say he’s a killer... and, well, I suppose they aren’t wrong. But to say he kills without regard isn’t the case. He saved me, and then left me to fend for myself in the night without hesitation. I could just have easily have fallen prey to another undesirable after, but he didn’t seem to care. Is he a good man? I don’t know. But I know one thing. He seeks out the heartless, the ruthless, the wicked... and delivers unto them a beautiful dance of blades. Does that make someone evil? I suppose that is up to you.

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"Do you feel it? The rhythm of the very world itself. Most people forget how it feels to step to the beat of the stars, to dance with the ebb and flow of the tide. They settle into their mundane lives, allowing the sheer simplicity of it all to deafen their ears to the symphony that echoes around us. But not I. Where the winds sing my name, I will follow. I will step where I know in my heart I must step, and I will bend to the will of destiny rather than break and be brought to my knees before it. I will become the instrument of my own creation, and the end to any who dare to defy it. So... tell me. Do you feel it?"

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LFRP - Nothus Darasha (Crystal)

                                        RPC FOUND HERE

THE BASICS ––– –

NAME: Nothus Darasha

AGE: Early 20′s

RACE: Miqo’te, Keeper of the Moon

GENDER: Male

SEXUALITY: Pansexual

MARITAL STATUS: Single

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE ––– –

HAIR: Uneven, short, black with a few striking stripes of white.

EYES: Bright gold.

HEIGHT: 6′0′‘

BUILD: Streamline, muscled arms and thighs.

DISTINGUISHING MARKS: Scars stationed on his shoulders and arms, as if tracked down. Black traditional Keeper markings striping his jaws on either side. Dark painted accents around the eyes. Tear-dropped shaped Bindu on his forehead.

COMMON ACCESSORIES: Mask. Typically always masked. No jewelry whatsoever, usually.

PERSONAL ––– –

PROFESSION: Hunter, leather-worker, occasionally takes odd-jobs.

HOBBIES: Watching the stars, fishing, napping, listening to music, travel, learning new things, collecting rocks/crystals.

LANGUAGES: Eorzean

RESIDENCE: Wanderlust, primarily Ul’dah.

BIRTHPLACE: Assumed South Shroud

PATRON DEITY: Follows no specific deity, but respects the elemental spirits essentially.

FEARS: Clinical doctors, medical needles, wary of machines/magitek, closed spaces.

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/ un-cultured / 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.

RP HOOKS ––– –

Strange Aether Comes in All Forms; The boy has a strange manifestation of aether around him. Sensitives may be able to pick it up, and those even ‘slightly’ keen to the awareness of aether can probably pick up that something is not quite right about the Miqo’te. Creepy cat.

A Creature of Habit; Nothus has hunting grounds, be it in the Shroud or in a tavern. Food is food, and this boy can literally stuff his face for eons. He isn’t too picky about it either.

Moonlit Dancing; For whatever reason it may be, the Keeper enjoys to venture out during a full moon to dance beneath the glow. Star gazing and hunting down small meteors are also things he’s found doing. Anything from the sky is particularly interesting to him.

The Whispering Void; Nothus, after some brief interaction with the Woodwailers of the Shroud - currently finds himself being hunted by several different groups. Rumors of the Miqo’te being touched with something dark after the Calamity has tainted the Twelveswood’s chattering grapevines.

An Echo; Nothus is a bit volatile and his behavior can be erratic, especially when he suffers from flashbacks and the occasional blip of doubt.

Masked: He’s always typically wearing a mask. This prompts the usual curiosities of if he’s a wanted criminal, really ugly, or just some weirdo who likes masks.

OOC NOTES ––– –

Balmung / Mateus mostly, but we’re on Crystal so anything’s game.

Nothus is basically an amnesia-baby, he’s had a life before the Calamity but ever since the most recent one (obviously), he has no recollection of former relationships, or homes. This leaves open to some pretty interesting aspects. People can lie to him about knowing him for one, feed him false memories, etc. – Your character could also be an actual friend, family member or lover from his past as well that he does not recall. It opens the floor for many opportunities.

Nothus is not above doing some ‘bad’ things to help out. Or survive.

If none of the immediate hooks interest you, but you like Nothus as a character I don’t mind talking and planning something out!

NYC/EST Time-zones, usually around 8pm and onward. Can be reached on discord as well as direct messaging from here.

I’m literally down for almost any kind of roleplay. Dark, macabre, comedic, explicit, you name it! I will not roleplay with underage characters though, or with people who are underage OOC. Sorry! That’s just how it goes.

Long-term is preferred, I do para-RP but typically give what I can in respects to my partner(s) effort.

OOC meshing into IC will have me immediately remove myself from roleplaying with you. Please do not do that. What my characters do, is not what I would do or how I feel towards you as a player.

Shipping is fine, though I feel that a certain amount of trust is needed between the players before we jump to anything that lasts for awhile. I would hate to have to retcon anything, or have my character wait months to just see one log on happen.

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