* 𝒊. you , if no one else .

𝖸𝖤𝖲   ,   𝗜   𝗪𝗢𝗨𝗟𝗗   𝗪𝗘𝗘𝗣   ,   𝖡𝖴𝖳   [   . . .   ]   𝖨𝖳   𝖨𝖲   𝗡𝗢𝗧   𝗘𝗡𝗢𝗨𝗚𝗛   .

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     #quietpace . . . indie & very private original character of square enix's 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐲 𝐱𝐢𝐯 . aimed by owen , 26 , he / him . x - over & oc friendly . minors / non - rp blogs , dni . up - to - date on the msq , but i am replaying the game after a hiatus . this blog is not spoiler free !

other  blogs   :   @bravesworn​   (   warrior of light   ).

this blog's main verse is set in stormblood , so i advise not interacting if you want to avoid spoilers . if you choose to regardless , please blacklist the following : stormblood spoilers // , stormblood spoilers cw .

affiliates : to be determined.

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EYES: blue | green | brown | hazel | gray | gray-blue | other (  right  eye  blind    ). HAIR:  blond | sandy | brown | black  |  auburn | ginger | grey / white | multi-color | other. BODY TYPE: skinny | slender | slim | built | curvy | athletic | average | muscular | pudgy | overweight. SKIN:  pale | light | fair | freckled | tan | olive | medium | dark | discolored. GENDER:  male | female | trans | cis | agender | demigender | genderfluid | other | doesn’t like labels | don’t have any definite headcanon either way. SEXUALITY:  heterosexual | homosexual | bisexual | pansexual | asexual | demisexual | other | unsure | doesn’t like labels. ROMANTIC  ORIENTATION: homoromantic | heteroromantic | biromantic | panromantic | aromantic | demiromantic | unsure | doesn’t like labels. EDUCATION:  high school  |  college  |  university  |  master’s degree |  PhD  |  other - is literate, but has not attended any higher - level education for obvious reasons. I’VE BEEN:  in love | hurt | ill | mentally abused | bullied | physically abused | tortured | brainwashed | shot. POSITIVE  TRAITS:  affectionate | adventurous | athletic | brave | careful | charming | confident | creative | cunning | determined | forgiving | generous | honest | humorous | intelligent | loyal | modest | patient | selfless | polite | down-to-earth | diligent | romantic | moral | fun-loving | charismatic | calm. NEGATIVE  TRAITS: aggressive | bossy | cynical | envious | shy | fearful | greedy | gullible | jealous | impatient | impulsive | cocky | reckless | insecure | irresponsible | mistrustful | paranoid | possessive | sarcastic | self-conscious | selfish | swears | unstable | clumsy | rebellious | emotional | vengeful | anxious | self-sabotaging | moody | peevish | angry | pessimistic | slacker | thin skinned | overly dramatic | argumentative.

tagged by : @forgesahead   &   @saintmerva​   !   thank you. tagging  :  steal  it.

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rosecrystal​.

unfortunately for everybody i will keep doing whatever i want.

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@aetherbled​​​  :  oh, what is this? it seems as though arenvald has nodded off, head leaned against ihsan's shoulder. the starlight celebrations and his hard work cooking a grand meal for the scions must have tired him out badly...

it was not everyday ihsan got to      sit around   &   do   . . .   nothing.   not exactly being a social person, he sat on a couch while everyone else around him talked —— occasionally referring to him in some way.   arenvald was next to him, as the man seemed to have a habit of doing,   &   served as the chatterbox for the afternoon.

      he did not know when people began to drift away —— needing to complete some tasks before the starlight feast, but the added weight on his shoulder drew ihsan out of the rare daydream.   gaze drifts to his right the best it could   &   he started to hear the fellow ala mhigan sleeping.   the ex - rebel did not think of himself as comfortable, but he remained in place regardless    (    not knowing what to do in this situation      ).

even if his legs started to cramp, arenvald deserved his rest for all the preparation.

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milesducemdominus​.

@quietpace || 𝕃𝕀𝕂𝔼𝔻 for a 𝕊𝕋𝔸ℝ𝕋𝔼ℝ

"Admittedly, the heat here is abysmally difficult to cope with-" A long pause allows for the Lord to sip at water and push dark hair off of his forehead, having removed extra layers and gloves in order to keep himself a smite cooler; "-I don't doubt I shall adjust- I simply never thought I would miss the crippling cold of Coerthas."

go on   &   make friends.      ihsan vividly recalled conrad’s words before leaving him to fend off the metaphorical wolves.   this is what led the rebel here, somehow holding a conversation that was unrelated to important matters.   unmasked, it was obvious he is not used to idle dialogue —— the way his gaze kept focus on vambraces.   not out of ill will, mind you.   besides, the request came from a man held in high regard.   if it were anyone else, he would not have given them thought.

      ‘   . . .   i did work in coerthas some time ago,   ’      he signs,      ‘   and it was always quick.   ’      was no secret ihsan, one of the main spies of the resistance, was a native.   he was born before the xivth legion came,   &   the older generation remembers.      ‘   the cold makes me sleep.   i am unequipped for such weather.   ’

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ishguardienne​.

❛   ▌┊𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 :  ihsan  ( @quietpace​​​​​​​ ) .

        ❝  Here,  ❞ 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐇𝐈𝐌 𝐀 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐌𝐔𝐆 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐄𝐀 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐁𝐎𝐓𝐇 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐒. Her smile is soft and concerned. ❝  You look like you needed it.  ❞

ihsan was not feeling that cold,      but the slight chill started to make the skin of his arms go numb.   so he accepted the tea offering in both hands —— blowing over it a couple times before taking a sip.   the viera sets it down if only to communicate.

      ‘   . . .   thank you,   ’      he signs.   the rebel was unaccustomed to such kindness   &   in his position, who would be anything but cautious when help came so late?

then, a random bout of curiosity.

      ‘   what is starlight?   ’

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@reapcrbunny  :  unprompted  »  < friend! come, i have something to give, > she smiles as she hands over a wrapped box which upon opening it he would find some winter attire fitted to his height and size but also dyed in the colours that he often seemed to choose, additionally he would find some hand-made arrows that were built to last with some daggers made from butterfly wings of titania's from the first. < happy starlight, ihsan. >

‘   — oh, uh   . . .   ’      lo’   &   behold,       ihsan was drawn into yet another starlight gifting situation.   it was becoming a pattern,   &   made him wonder if people were secretly banding together for this.   not that the former rebel thinks negatively of this, but he wonders what he did to deserve it all when there were otherers who . . .

out of courtesy, the viera takes the box   &   opens it —— revealing the contents.

      even he has to admit that there was   . . .   significant thought put into this.

mind briefly wanders to the thought of: how did she get his measurements, but attention was ultimately drawn to the presented weaponry.   ihsan examines the arrows with a critical eye —— being a bard, of course, then daggers of a peculiar design.   he exhales, sets the items aside with meticulous care after perusing them, then looks up at dahlia from his seat in the comfortable chair ( he could fall asleep here . . . )

      “   . . .   thanks.   ”

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@reapcrbunny, continued from here.

he was fortunate their heights were close,      so the length covered him just nicely.   it was the width that posed a problem —— broad shoulders and muscular arms, but it was better than nothing.   ihsan was not one to complain, so he slips into the coat to the best of his abilities: which looks quite comical over his physique.

      ‘  yes — fire.  ’      an incoherent grumble, brown eye gazes out over the frozen expanse with empty interest.   it was   . . .   difficult for him to keep an open mind in this nation.   all he ever knew of garlemald were them as oppressors.   this is why he did not handle any social interaction with a garlean.   best leave that to the calm people.

‘  how can a nation thrive in these conditions is beyond me, even with magitek   . . .  ’

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unusualshrimp​.

damn girl are you a wild animal being held in captivity 😍 because you are just pacing around rooms nonstop and taking eye contact as a sign of agression.

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@pietys​​  :  unprompted  »  "hey  …  can i ask you something ?" :')

afternoon began to give way to evening, and the darkening sky marked the beginning of whisper’s day. most of their work was done under the cover of night —— acquiring any morsel of intel on the garleans to hand over to the cause. but just as they fastened a vambrace to their left forearm her voice called out to them.

‘ you can, ’ they sign —— turning around completely to face fellow viera.

                  ‘ i have some time to spare. ’

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@swerte​​  :  random hc/munday ask but!! in what ways do you and ihsan differ? personality traits? habits? did he inherit anything in particular from you, such as love for food, etc.? only answer what u feel comfortable answering tho!! no pressure hehe

ihsan and i differ in almost everything,      and i’m not joking.   while two of the few traits we share are being somewhat reserved and not picky with food    (    i pretty much will only refuse a kind of food if the texture  /  taste disagrees with my mouth  /  stomach    ),    the similarities end there.   my favorite color isn’t even green: it’s black with red coming in at a close second.   I prefer to role - play someone who is 90% not like me because it makes it easier to detach from them at the end of the day to relax.

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@aetherbled​  :  unprompted  »  “everyone breaks a little sometimes. that doesn't make you weak. it makes you wounded." ( from arenvald,, )

      a frown wormed its way onto ihsan’s face,      and he obscured his expression from view.   the words make him tense —— as if they wielded blades themselves, their point directed at skin.   he knew that arenvald meant no harm by them: outside of battle, the viera believed he could not harm a fly.   but it made him reflect on an outburst he had just minutes ago —— how scathing it was and the potential consequences thereof towards the poor, unfortunate instigator.

“   . . . mhm.   ”      he found himself a tad more touchy after shedding the rebel, and one wrong    (    accidental    )    comment from somebody earned them his brief ire.   ihsan was exhausted.   all he wanted to do was rest and lick at his wounds —— as arenvald reminded him.   he ran a hand through black and messy, untamed hair.

      “   i’ve lost my fangs.   ”

because ala mhigo has no need for them now.   they have been filed down —— he has to constantly remind himself it was for the best.   but look at how much he does not know about the world outside of a rebellion he fought in for many years   . . . 

it makes him cringe.

      “   what do i do?   ”

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relationship call!      this is for any kind of dynamic. romantic    (    ihsan is gay jsyk    ),    platonic, etc. if you are a multi - muse, please specify what character(s).

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@reapcrbunny​​​​​  :  unprompted  »  she offers a sympathetic look as it seems ihsan had been chosen to come along with her on a patrol of the general surrounds of camp broken glass.  while they just got here,  there had been more than a few stragglers wandering close  -  the aim was naught to shoo them off but just  . . watch.  it was complicated.  regardless,  if dahlia were any other she would be underdressed  for the weather but she was enjoying every moment of it.   she snorts,   tugging at her loose coat's collar. < you want mine? >

gods, this kind of arctic weather crept      into his bones and settled in the marrow.   each fiber in muscles began to scream for something warm —— a fire or a fight, even.   what he chose to wear did not work despite purchasing the garments from ishgard.   it only goes to show how vastly different each nation of this planet was from one another.    (    how merciless their climates were on a person’s body.    )

gaze lifts from the snow beneath him to dahlia —— nodding slowly at her offer.

      ‘   . . . yes,   ’      he shivers.   once they leave this accursed region, ihsan will spend several months in gyr abania or the thanalan desert.   there was nothing attractive about the bitter cold, but he admits the people are resilient to thrive here.

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tribourne​.

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" ho, friend. " an awkward wave, features contorting into a bright yet apprehensive smile. to be blessed with a corporeal form again — a living, breathing, functioning body — was more than he could have ever bargained for. the source is unlike home in many ways, yet familiar all the same. ardbert nods. " ah ... i seem to have — lost my way, here. could you perhaps point me in the direction of the emerald strip? i believe i'm to enlist in the aid of a mystel — ah, miqo'te vendor there. "

unfamiliarity reaches the viera’s ears      that twitch in response —— prompting ihsan to turn and break casual focus on a couple guards who turned around the corner.   his disdain of ul’dah mellowed out    (    somewhat    )    due to the sultana’s seemingly genuine efforts to help the refugees, but he will always be more vigilant here than in other cities.   lifting his hands, the ex - rebel begins to use sign language.

      ‘   do you mean the sapphire avenue exchange?   ’      a pause to allow him to respond.      ‘   it is in the western part of ul’dah, beyond the steps of nald.   i was starting to head over there, at the insistence of someone i've just gotten to know.   ’

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@reapcrbunny​  :  points at you. what is ihsan's eorzean starbucks drink order ty.

it’s not so much an actual drink,      but he is very particular about his armor  /  weapons.   i’m talking about measurements, its aesthetics, how breathable it is, how much the outfit can hold in its pockets, etc.   the material is important, too.   nothing made with garlean material    (    for obvious reasons    ); this pair of trousers has to be sturdy like leather but not too much; the metal here needs to not reflect so much light off it; is it the right shade of green  /  black; where the materials come from, etc.

      very, very picky.   but it’s not surprising since ihsan wants to survive and cares not about what fashion statement he brings to the table.    (    sorry, fashion report.    )

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