MUN INFORMATION: aries | 20+ | he/him | gmt8+ | discord available for mutuals
This is a low activity independent roleplay blog for multiple Original Characters from Final Fantasy XIV and related expansions. And while I am indeed roleplaying as a NPCs, I can write them as the Warrior of Light upon request. #endwalker spoilers will be tagged! If you’d like for me to tag spoilers for older expansions, please let me know.
I am a private blog. Which means that I will only interact with you if we follow each other. If I don’t follow you back within a week, you’re welcome to unfollow as it means I do not see our writing meshing or you are simply not a roleplay blog.
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RULES UNDER THE CUT FOR MOBILE USE:
These are just mun preferences that I’d like people to check out in case they have questions for me or with the character I write as. They aren’t rules, but more of a reference to make roleplaying with me easier.
GENERAL
This is a roleplay blog for multiple Original Characters from SQUARE ENIX’s critically acclaimed MMORPG FINAL FANTASY XIV: ONLINE. Warrior of Light verse available upon request.
Open to criticisms and such. The game has a wide lore and I’m not above missing information. I would like to be corrected if there are errors in my portrayal that I do not know of.
I’m all caught up with MAIN SCENARIO quests and SIDE QUESTS, so this profile will not be spoiler free. I’ll do my best to tag nevertheless.
This blog is NSFW.
Have no shipping preference, but of course will not ship with minor writers/characters. I am 20+ and fine with NSFW but only with my fellow adults.
I am multi-ship and multi-verse!
Tracking the tag #GAOLSEEKER. Feel free to also mention me via @GAOLSEEKER. If you see that I haven’t liked your thing for me within three days, please let me know! I might have missed the notification.
Discord is available upon request.
Please don’t rush me to do replies.
You’re welcome to interact with all of my OCs. Just be sure to mention who. This applies for asks. If you’re unsure, you can always just mention that you want a random muse. I’d love it if you could pick for me, but I also don’t mind just winging it.
Please don’t hesitate to shorten your reply to me whenever. I don’t care about matching lengths, but I do try to match my partner as best as I can.
All ask responses are welcome to be continued!
BLOG
I am very accepting of other Original and Multi Characters. My only limit is real life people such as celebrities, politicians, youtubers, etc.
I like aesthetic, character inspiration, headcanon and GPOSE blogs, but I am a roleplay blog and therefore would only really follow other roleplay blogs. I prefer it if you have a proper tagging system in place as well.
I’d appreciate it if you won’t steal any writing I do on this blog.
When writing with muses that shares pronouns with my characters, I usually refer to my partner character as THEY/THEM. This is to avoid confusion and not at all an attempt to misgender your muse. If this bothers you, please do inform me!
Icons or pretty graphics are not required to interact with me.
CHARACTER
I only write my muses within the Final Fantasy verse. Doesn’t matter if it’s from other titles within the series. I’d love to interact!
I could give writing them with other fandoms a shot provided I’m familiar with the source material or you’d be willing to inform me about it.
Some of my characters have established relationships with CANON NPCS, but please don't feel like you have to acknowledge this if you write for these characters. They are available to be explored if so desired, but I will not force it on anyone and will always assume to start fresh unless discussed otherwise.
Will write my muses at any given point of MSQ. If undetermined, I will default to ENDWALKER.
Pre-established relationships as WOL will not be altered or reset.
The muses as a WOL is canonically a powerhouse. This isn’t me god-modding in any way, but know that you initiate any combat interactions of the short, they won’t fall down easily.
All kinds of relationships are welcome in this blog.
─「蛍」─ “ those who don’t have visions think of themselves as mere mortals, and look to those who have visions as god-like beings. seeing themselves as mundane, trying to find a meaning to their existence … ” hands curled into fists. “ are visions really a gift if they make those who don’t have one think less of themselves ? ”
"What in godsdamned crusty arse looking worm are you yapping about?" Truthfully, he wasn't paying attention at all— the gravity of her words escaping him. He caught only a portion of it and decided without delay that she must be high strung to be saying such things. "You bloody alright? You hit your head or some shite?"
Iriste glanced around, curious who could have prompted such a response in the gathered party, but when she found no one else paying him any mind and sequestered off into their own groups, her brows furrowed. She resisted the gravitational pull between the bridge of her nose and fingers. Briefly, she returned to the days where she had the spare time to teach a young man with a silver spoon in his mouth.
She doesn’t care for his comment. Honestly, he didn’t even need to say anything to her in the first place. She could take care of herself (even though Irina would say otherwise and she swats him away in her head), and she only gave in to rushing ahead when she had people to protect and had the ones she trusted behind her. Notwithstanding extenuating circumstances.
A deep breath and she rekindled her fire-forged patience of a saint.
“Thank you for informing me.” Iriste smiled politely, pausing before she added, “That my lowest expectations would be met.” Congratulations, you can follow orders.
…who was he again? It was her role to care about what happened to everyone else and she didn’t care if he didn’t.
The Miqo'te did not have to draw her stories out of anyone. They burst forth wheresoever he went, the spells and destruction she cast, the egis and carbuncles she summoned, the herbs she cut by moonlight and brewed into miracles. Each tale was more outlandish than the last— fire leaping to her fingertips, foes smothered and born again from their charred bones. What was it that others spoke whenever they saw her? A woman of power. Such blessings could not be taught, couldn't be acquired like skill. One will find the Mother Crystal's favor within themself or they will not. He thought of mocking what he had heard when he listened to the telltales, that eerie knowledge that had glided through him unwillingly and yet...
"So don't get yourself hurt out there, sweet vine. Nary a scratch, you hear?" And it's skin off his back. Just like that. He'll not be worried, but it'd make them all look bad like they don't already pale in comparison next to her. Still, he was curious as to how long she had been doing such things. Since she was born? Impossible. All those summers he was beside himself and he had learned very little. He opened his mouth to demand: who are you to fight our wars? But her mere presence being so close was too unnerving. "Sure you can afford to do that. Could split the bloody earth open with your eyes shut and all."
a private and selective 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 rp blog from xiv.
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“You need to have a low profile. The last thing we need is someone thinking you’re a trespasser. Or worse, having Azem actually be alerted one of his familiars is acting a muck in the middle of Elpis. We need everyone to think you’re here because of him not to actually gain the mans attention. As for why I’m here alone? Call it curiosity. I was afraid you’d go about and find trouble if I left you to your exploring all alone.” Hythlo sighed, still somewhat in deep thought. “As I told you before, I find great fascination with you. I am…attracted to your presence. I know not why. Like I’ve seen you before. It’s complicated. I thought if I shadowed you, I’d understand more.”
"Low profile," he repeated in a mocking manner. Like hells he didn't look odd enough with his visible ears that screamed foreignness! They're not on the same page, it is known. Why was it so bad that they couldn't alert Azem to begin with? Part of him believes his problems could easily be solved if they could just get his assistance. Rihnn sighed for what felt like the nth time in eons. "Alright. I've figured a different plan for the both of us. Listen to me and listen well." The Miqo'te approached the Amaurotine, looking up to survey their face with his steeled gaze. "Let Azem know that I am here. Who I am and my circumstances, we shall unveil that. And why not? What are the consequences?"
"I don't care what she says, I do not like him!" Wait, why did she feel like she was being watched suddenly? She turned only to find the very person she was ranting about to herself standing there. Oh shit— || Verity :33
@worldly-diversity
He didn't think himself cruel enough to try and humiliate her in broad daylight. However, when he lifted his eyebrows at her, he had come to notice the visible flush. Someone was rather eager in denying their fascination over him, worrying about what picture it might paint. That the fact of the matter was threat enough that she should reconsider, but not so much that she is forced to confess. The Miqo'te, having always seen into the cracks of the world, pursed his lips open. Aye, he is cruel enough. "Are you done?" he inquired calmly before his voice began to raise. "If so, get your ugly mug out of my sight. There's no apology to make up for the inconvenience of your existence."
Time has passed in more ways than one. The people of Nagxia had seen improvements in their daily lives. Even so, like many others who had suffered from Garlean Empire occupation, some wounds refuse to heal. It is not her battle to speak. Not her grudge to hold. However, the citizenry of Nagxia became a crucial part of her life, like brothers and sisters outside The Woods. It is to her understanding that The Eorzean Alliance are seeking the opinion of their Eastern neighbors on what to do next. Whether they can help the citizens of Garlemald or continue to condemn them for the suffering their people had wrought. Either way, they cannot be faulted, this she knew and would not budge against.
Thus, it confused her as to why she was the person that was sought out. Mayhaps because the Nagxian leaders cannot be persuaded. Regardless, what better would it do to seek a mere witch? An outsider to their affairs? Yes, she had become an essential part of their fold, but not even time can change that she did not belong here. "I see. This letter is from your leaders?" She had just finished reading through the scroll. Good tidings that lives were saved and salvaged, but to those who are hurt, it only means a continuation of an endless nightmare they're still living in. "Tell me, Champion... what do you think when you see these people?" The Nagxians barely have any land. Their population thinner than most. "What do you see? What is reflected in that eyes of yours who've seen Creation's End?"
The Hyuran made a face, disliking that he's being made to deal with an uncooperative patron. It's not all the time that The Little Lamb suffers in this manner. When it does, oft the crowd becomes rowdy. However, he was some sort of peacemaker. There was aught about his presence that commanded stillness and calm. "My lord, you have lost. It is about time, is it not?" So nudged the man gently, encouraging the raging Elezen to back down and accept his defeat. The Elezen fellow incurred quite a loss from the gamble and they couldn't be blamed for their tantrum. Even so, he was careful to not rub it on their face. "You've your fleece made of gold still and some wyrm eggs, you've said?" Of course. Business is still business.
Once everything was settled, he made his way back to the counter and greeted the woman with a dashing smile. His eyes were light and ever so gentle. "Oh, and how may I help a lady so ravishing in this fine eve?" He was clearly speaking to her as there was no one else in front of his counter. Hand resumed to wipe the countertop, ensuring the wood remained clean and presentable for their lovely patrons. "It's uncommon for women to come here without company. Always escorted by men and women alike." He'd not pry. He'd only learn what other people wish for him to know, if he ever got them to speak. "This night could be better, I'm certain we both can agree."
She did not seem to be alone alone. Every night he sat in front of Umineko Teahouse, holding a warm cup in spite of a mask making it impossible to drink. He watched her every time she passed, wandering stare, her companions laughing and showing their teeth. Their expressions darted like schools of fish in the water, now light, now dark. This was no tourist spot, he thought to himself, at first heeding them no mind until he caught sight of her. Dark scales reminiscent of his. The noticeable presence that he knew would always belong to his people no matter where they go, whichever seas they drift off to. He watched till some of her friends were gone, hoping to sit on a chair near her. He longed to take the place beside her, lean against her shoulder, but she seemed so grim and straight. He did not know how to touch her.
Did she like what the rest of the world offered? The sights outside of the Steppe? It is the finest in the world, the others have said. He had done what was asked of him and yet he still could not find beauty in the foreignness. That he might someday gather all the wonders of the lands and still feel unsure was troubling. He turned away when her head moved, evading her gaze. She was a person who could break the teeth of snakes, tear up oaks by their roots. The Warrior of Light. A known liar. She did not need him.
#ENDSANG ━━━━━━ no expression of REGRET will undo what my sisters && i have done ( will restore what he have s t o l e n ). but if you would allow it, i would sing one last song. a song of the newfound JOY that swells in my heart — of the beauty of light when it shines across a dark && starless sea — of a dream that from the soil of worlds now lost to SORROW, life will spring forth once more — nourished by gentle rains && caressed by uplifting winds. A SONG OF HOPE.
