A mostly unused blog for all things Lan Darklyn. Roleplay character on Balmung in the game FFXIV. Please check out his carrd https://landarklyn.carrd.co/
what sort of things does your muse AVOID in a partner?
“Oh that would be quite the list I suppose. I think the major things I would avoid is someone who can’t accept the fact that my work means I am in danger a lot. Soldier, adventurer, and now bodyguard, my life can get pretty dicey at times. A partner would have to understand that I live by the blade so to speak.” The seeker goes quiet for a moment as his brows draw down briefly in thought. “And being possessive, there can be no room for that. I dedicate a lot of time to a partner and I make sure that they know my focus is on them when we are together. But that does not mean that all of my time can be focused on them, I have friends, people that might as well be family, and a business to run.”
((Thanks for the ask @cadrenebula!))
What physical part of themselves do they find sexiest?
What physical part of themselves do they find least sexy?
What physical part of themselves would they change if they could?
Do they look like parents or siblings?
Tell us about their hair. Color, texture, length, style, things they like or dislike about their hair.
Tell us about their eyes. Color, shape, eyelashes. Wide, half-closed, narrowed?
Describe the shape of their body.
Describe their physical fitness. Do they exercise? What kind?
Do they have scars? Pick one and tell the story of how they got it.
Do they have tattoos or piercings? Describe ( or share an image ) and tell us what inspired the body modifications.
Mental
How were they as a student? Favorite / Least favorite subject?
Do they like to read? If so, what?
Did / do they study better with a partner or solo?
What topics do they find themselves thinking about often?
Are they witty and quick with come-backs when insulted or provoked?
How perceptive are they of their surroundings?
As thinkers, are they logical, or outside-the-box?
What things do they want to learn about and just haven’t had the opportunity?
Have they ever learned information they wished they could forget?
How do they feel and respond when socializing with someone of far lower or far higher intellect?
Emotional
Tell us about an emotional experience they’ve had, and the circumstances involved. Anger? Happiness? Sorrow? Guilt? Despair? Boredom? Pride? ( Asker picks! )
Do they suffer from any emotional issues like depression or anxiety?
Have they ever been in love?
What does ‘love’ mean to them?
How are they at expressing emotions to others? Do they wear their heart on their sleeve, or try to hide their emotions?
When was the last time they cried? Why?
When was the last time they laughed? Why?
Have they ever had their heart broken? What happened?
Other People ( because people love being tagged )
Who do they love? Romantic or platonic.
Who do they hate?
What was their worst encounter with another person?
What was their best encounter with another person?
Is there anyone that they miss?
How do they get along with their family?
Is there anyone they would pick a fight with?
What sorts of people draw them?
What sorts of people repel them?
What’s the strangest or most random conversation they’ve had?
Who has had the greatest impact on their life at the moment?
Who had the greatest impact when they were young?
Is there anyone they would really like to meet? Or their player wants them to meet?
Who would they consider to be their closest friend?
Naughty Bits
Anyone they lust after?
Favorite locations for an intimate encounter?
How would they seduce someone?
Worst sexual experience?
Best sexual experience?
In their opinion ( or experience ), what’s the worst thing to say after sex?
Any kinks or fetishes they incorporate into sexual encounters?
Any kinks or fetishes they’re ashamed of?
Polyamory or monogamy?
Favorite position?
Dig Deeper..
What do they want out of life that they are certain they’ll never have?
Any recurring dreams?
What’s the strangest dream they’ve ever had?
How do they feel about the concepts of good and evil?
What question do they yearn to find an answer to?
What situations present them with a conundrum?
What sort of moral code do they follow?
What circumstances would make them break their moral code?
How do they feel about honor?
Is there anything they’ve had to do, and still regret?
((A short one to try and get back into writing for this guy. Not super happy with it, but opted to toss it on here anyway.)
Lan caught himself flexing his left hand once again, it had become a bit of a habit since the procedure several weeks ago. It was as if his brain was still amazed that he once more had two arms, and even more amazed that the prosthetic felt so natural to him, the doctor really had been a miracle worker. With a shake of his head and a rueful smirk he continued into the courtyard that would serve his needs just nicely today. Not his courtyard mind you, there was no way he could afford this home, but thankfully his client had been all too happy to let him use the space.
He left his boots closer to the corridor he had just come from, and paced off to what looked to be the center of the area, setting his bag down and starting to unpack the things he had needed. Several candlesticks as well as the candles themselves, all set up in an arc of a full 180 degrees. Next several steel ball bearings, each one placed atop an unlit candle until every other candle held one of the small shiny spheres. Straightening up from his work, the Seeker took a moment to look over everything to make certain that it was set up as it should be, giving a satisfied nod before tossing the bag off to the side out of the way and following that up with the linen shirt he had been wearing.
Powerful muscles began to warm up as he started to stretch himself out, even old aches limbering up before he would set his mind to the exercise before him. Of course now that he had been treated to a massage from Phaedra, no amount of warm-ups and stretching would even come close to how good his muscles had felt under her hands. A small smile spread over his lips as he allowed the events at the baths to play out in his head again, a treat that he had not expected at all, but one that he silently hoped to repeat in the near future.
His client was on his mind a lot these days, and he admitted to himself that it was not only work related, the woman was just enjoyable to be around, even if her flirting challenged his restraint more than she realized. Shaking his head as he straightened up from the last bit of stretching he did his best to push thoughts of the exotic Au Ra woman from his mind, as pleasant as she was, he needed to focus for a bit. And even absent she made that difficult.
Smoothly his blade came clear of the scabbard, curved steel moving to a ready position as Lan took a deep breath and adopted the familiar sensation of centering himself. Metal flashed in the light of the courtyard as a simple metallic click rang out, the first ball bearing having been shifted from it’s home candle to the next one in line. And then the weapon became a whirl of activity, as he fell into a rhythm of shifting the spheres between candles. The exercise required precise movements to lift each bearing using the flat of the blade without cutting the candles and manage to settle each one on the next empty candle. The process was repeated over and over again, the quiet clicking sound of metal meeting metal forming a quick tempo as he flowed smoothly between various patterns of “attack” in which the sword did not always move in the same arc of motion. It was actually just past the next bell when Lan finally brought his blade to a halt, a thin sheen of perspiration showing on that scarred torso of his, dark hair damp from the exertions of the work-out. Sapphire colored eyes scanned the candles arrayed before him and the lack of damage to any of them made him smile some.
And now it was time to just take a breather, get some water, and limber up a bit more. He was already planning to pack things up so that the courtyard was cleared out, he didn’t want to impose on Phae’s hospitality, but afterward it would be time for a bit of a run, something else that would help him clear his head.
Not totally accurate on the account of having a still missing left arm(that will hopefully be able to get taken care of soon) and having more scars than this mod shows.
It was easy enough to follow Anstarra, it did not seem like she was trying to escape, more like she was wandering in that daze of someone that had just had a life altering shock. He really was not sure if there were any words at all that he could say to soothe the hurt that his friend was feeling. And so he watched, close enough that she would know he was there from his familiar scent of leather and the desert air, but giving her space to breath and think on her own.
This woman was perhaps the singular most important person in the world to him. A long time relationship and many many trials of all sorts had seen to that, he was not about to leave her to deal with this alone.
Lan offered one of the gate guards a polite nod as Anstarra led him out of Ishgard proper, though the guard did cast a brief questioning glance at the white haired Miqo’te woman who did not seem to be dressed for the constant cold. Wisely the guard said nothing, probably chalking it up to her being a Miqo’te? Lan paid that no mind though, continuing his over watch of someone that had her world torn from under her.
This trauma would stick with Anstarra for a long time. And if someone understood that it was Lan, Twelve knew that he had his fair share of post traumatic stress.
Unless Anstarra’s enhanced physique worked in their favor, which very little of anything seemed to work for them these days, she ran a very high risk of losing the child she carried.
And then there was another child to worry about. Nihka’s daughter that was hopefully somewhere safe in sound back in Thanalan with friends. What would happen when that little girl found out what had become of her mother? What would the others think? Sadly the ripples of this was going to tear apart more than just Anstarra. Was Nihka still marked, how would that impact the other marked ones?
The big Seeker finally brought his thoughts back to the present, realizing that Anstarra’s steps had taken her to a place familiar to him as well. Fond memories to be had in this place...but he had stolen the chance to come here to reflect once, after his first wife’s death when he had just wanted to get away. Good, she had at least come back to something grounded for her.
Lengthening his steps to catch up to her, not an easy feat in the snow, he fell in at her side now. And as they had earlier in the night, practiced fingers made easy work of the clasps for his coat and he was able to shrug out of it. Without a word he dropped it over her shoulders, not for the warmth she did not need that, no it was for more familiarity a reminder that he was there.
And then he entered the cave and took a seat on the stone floor. Luckily for him he had a small warmer that he had purchased in the markets, if they were there for a while he would need it. She could keep the coat for all he cared, he just wanted to see her smile again.
He does not talk about it, but Lan likes sex...a lot. His desire is just usually kept on a very tight leash.So I don’t think he has one position that he would call his favorite, but he does really enjoy positions where he can use his hands and positions that might come from a bit of a power struggle. One of his big things is women that are as dominant as him.
♡ : Does your muse have any birthmarks or scars they get embarrassed about others seeing?
Lan has a lot of scars, you can’t live a life like his without coming out with some.That being said, there is one scar that he is embarrassed about, and that is a scar around his neck from a poorly executed hanging attempt. By himself.Lan has pretty bad survivor’s guilt because not only is the the only remaining member of his unit from the Flames, HE was actually the commander.
Usually the scar is kept covered but if asked about it he is truthful.
❤ : Where on their body is your muse most sensitive?
Like a lot of Miqo’te Lan enjoys ear rubs from people he trusts. But his absolutely most sensitive spot is right at the base of his neck on his spine, there is just something about that part that drives him crazy. Different touches will draw out different reactions from him. Things getting wild and a lover nibbles or bites there? She better be ready for a bit more of a primal side of him.
Subject 221198 has shown the most promise so far. Maturation rate is within acceptable parameters and the subject has displayed stabilization never before seen in the previous iterations.
Per the client's request we will continue the experiment until a satisfactory result is reached and we can deliver a sufficiently stable product to them. Data obtained from Project Moon Breaker will be passed on to the lead researcher of Project Gray as required.
On a personal note I do not like the idea of passing on anything to the Project Gray team. While it is true that their research has contributed to ours, I simply believe that they are using funding allocated to me to widen the scope of their work. However during every supervisory visit I have made it clear that our research here has far greater impact on the future of our people over the results of Project Gray, little more than slaves.
((This is a long one so I will put it under the cut. Also a word of warning, while I edited the graphic stuff out, there is still some obvious indication of self harm. Steer clear if you are worried that it might get to you.))
Once it had been an Au Ra, though it was impossible to tell if it had been Raen or Xaela. At least as far as his knowledge of the race from his home world extended. Here they were called something else, but they still sported the same features that he was used to. Not this thing though, gone was natural skin pigmentation and now flesh looked as if it had been carved from white stone, a statue come to life. The thing’s right arm was malformed, larger and longer than it should have been, and ending with a large clawed hand. It was almost as if the man had started to mutate but that change had been halted. And then there was the eyes, pale orbs devoid of emotion, unblinking as if the thing was a machine with no soul. Maybe it was.
“You better use the crystals or you’ll be dead. Either way it is fun for us!”
Lan was unsure who had spoken, but he still took note of what was said as a plan started to form in his mind. He had little time to consider things though as the monster charged him, that huge set of claws swiping so closely that he felt the air stir in passing.The Miqo’te found himself on the defensive for now, diving and dodging the attacks leveled his way by the much larger and stronger foe.
Someone in the cheering/jeering crowd above tossed down a hand axe and wooden shield, far from ideal equipment, but better than nothing. A dive to the side saw Lan scoop the implements up and ready himself for the next attack, one he met head on now as he took the hit with the shield. The wood seemed to be a meager barrier between him and those vicious talons, but it held and it gave him the chance to counter with a downward swing of the axe, blade biting into flesh at the monster’s shoulder. Of course whatever drove the beast now helped it shrug off the blow, viscous green blood oozing from the wound.
What followed was a flurry of activity as they traded blows, Lan working to avoid as many as he could, while the monster seemed to just take each hit and keep coming forward. It was brutal combat the likes of which Lan had not been a part of in a long time, and deep down part of him thrilled in the life and death struggle with the odds against him. But the tactician’s mind told him that he would falter before this thing did, he would need to end it soon. He had the answer, but implementing that answer was easier said than done.
Lan began to give ground, something that once upon a time his instructors would have screamed at him for, something that would have earned him so many damn flutter kicks as punishment. But those days were long gone, and real warfare had taught him that at times you needed to yield just a bit to gain the advantage. “Force them to hunt me, they will play my game, and play by my rules. I will be close but still untouchable.” That old litany slipped found his lips as his shield was battered and he stepped back a few more fulms, a deadly calm settling over him as the thrill of the battle slipped away. Indeed all emotions started to unravel within his mind, that familiar calm of the inner void engulfing feelings and distractions alike. Supreme focus.
The creature’s massive claw reared back and up to strike another blow on the meager wooden barrier that stood between it and the prey before it. But when it swung it’s arm it struck the top of the side of the pit, a bit of an overhang thanks to the uneven nature of the hole. The lethal hand actually striking a few of the crystals that lined the impromptu arena with a force that saw some of the shards impale the big palm. Color began to drain from the claw, pale aether flowing into the stones. Something that was not unnoticed by Lan. Another piece falling into place even as he launched his counter with a deathly calm that rivaled the monster’s.
Seizing the opening, Lan hooked a leg with the blade of his axe and pulled even as his own powerful legs drove him forward with his shield leading the way. The monster stayed on his feet despite being staggered by the Seeker it faced. But Lan’s plan was fully realized when his feet left the ground and with surprising agility for someone of his build actually climbed the former Au Ra and kicked off and up. Midair he hurled his shield at the monster, a distraction, and a chance to free his hand before it found purchase one of the larger crystals that lined the hole. Feline grace brought him swinging up above the lip of the pit even though his handhold came loose in his hand. Even in that calm he allowed a sliver of pride to briefly seep through as the gathered cultists gasped in shock. The Miqo’te was on them before some of them even had time to react, a savage dervish of steel and fist that tore through his enemies.
Shouts rang out as the shock subsided and Children scrambled to arm themselves and take on that man that had somehow managed to bring so much havoc right into their midsts. But ganging up on a single man was not going to be their only worry as a great claw slammed into the lip of the pit and their other prisoner hauled itself up. Too late did they realize that the acrobatic feat they had witnessed had knocked out more than just one crystal. The strange phenomenon that had held the mutated Drahn weakened enough to let the creature free. And now it butchered them as some fled and others attempted to fight.
Of course the other threat they had to contend with, Lan, was still cutting his way through the few that opposed him. Having acquired a sword to pair with his axe, he did look every bit of a monster himself as blood spattered his skin while he ravaged his enemies. There was a plan behind his attacks though, and it was realized as he came face to face with the Elf that had seemed to be the one in charge, the one that had managed to discover him in the brush. The same Elf that grinned wickedly at him as blade of his own came to hand right before they clashed.
Chaos raged around them but somehow the two men fought undisturbed as if it had been a duel agreed upon. Lan found that this particular enemy was a match for his own skill as a blademaster and theirs was the dance of death only one would survive this encounter. Steel met steel as they clashed with such intensity that blades actually chipped and at times their movements would seem a blur to the outside observer. Bit by bit the Elf started to press the Seeker, and his grin grew as there was an evil flash in his red eyes, he was confident that it was almost over….
Sword came down in an arc that would deal a mortal blow to the last chief of the Free Tribe...hand it connected. Red eyes widened in surprise as Lan used the handle of his axe to block the attack, and those eyes widened more as a shortsword tore through flesh, organs, and bone. Lan buried the blade to the hilt in the Elf’s chest with such force that he felt the crack of the ribs transmitted through his weapon. Victory was at hand as he brought the axe up now, ready for it to deal the final blow. But a hand wreathed in sickly green aether struck like a viper, fingers closing over Lan’s left wrist like one half of some hellish manacles.
And the sensation shook that inner void, a feeling like a fever accompanied that green energy as it engulfed his hand and begun to creep up his arm. The void collapsed, but that did not signal the end for Lan’s fight as he pulled downward and twisting the still embedded sword, the blade tearing a path through the Elf’s body before finally severing the spine. Like a puppet with its strings cut the Elf finally collapsed dead, vile aether vanishing before his body even hit the ground.
And Lan fled, the leader’s death was not going to go unnoticed even in the chaos of the mutating creature’s rampage. He would not be there to see the monster shifting more and more into a true sineater form, but the cultists would get a front row seat for that change, the last thing many would ever see.
He kept his wits enough to alter his path enough to go to where he had hid before his capture and retrieve his leather bag, the contents of that bag more precious than most anything else he owned. His left arm was starting to go numb as he continued his flight, his sense of direction pointing him toward where his hidden cave would be. Something told him that he needed to get there fast.
“Lan…”
“Lan…” The voice sounded distant and distorted, like someone trying to call out to him across a malms wide sandstorm.
How long had he been running now? His left arm hung limp at his side, the numbness having creeped upward along it. Why was his flesh darker? It was hard to think, hard to do anything other than run. Something was wrong, very wrong…
“Lan..that is corruption magic...it will spread more until you die.” It was a familiar voice but still so distant.
“Hannah? Where have you been?” As always, it would make him look mad if anyone saw him talking to someone that was not there. Only one other person aside from him had seen the mysterious woman that was able to speak to his mind.
It was harder to hear her now, as if their connection was breaking apart. He staggered over a root as his flight continued and he tried to puzzle out what she was saying. But then clear as day an image flashed in his mind: His arm starting to turn a sickly black, bloated and diseased, and that disease starting to spread to the rest of his body. Another image flashed, the axe he still managed to hold…
He staggered once more, finally stopping to slide down against a large tree. Weary eyes looked at his left arm just as veins of black creeped further upward, almost to his elbow now. In the feverish, exhausted haze he now knew what message Hannah had been trying to convey. Whatever that Elf had used on him was going to spread like a blight through his body, infecting him until he died here on this strange world, not the end he had wanted for himself. Sapphire eyes moved from the corrupted limb to sweep over the axe in his right hand...He either trusted those images and possibly lived, or he ignored them and certainly died. No more battles to fight, no more tribal history to uncover, and hardest of all, utterly alone. Would Anstarra and Nihka miss him? There would be no chance to finally speak with Jancis again as promised….No chance to uncover the secrets of the Free Tribe. Death was not to be feared, but perhaps it was not time for that meeting just yet.
The strap of his bag would make an adequate tourniquet, and his vest could be fashioned into a bandage. He would need a fire too...He stared at the axe for a bit more as the change his life was about to undergo firmly took root in his mind. Would he still be a soldier?
The sound of someone growling in pain through gritted teeth had been loud enough to travel quite a distance even in the thick forest, and it helped the two hunters find the one that they had been dispatched to locate. The two members of the Night’s Blessed followed the signs and the smell of smoke until they happened upon a small clearing with a smoldering fire. But it was the clearing’s sole inhabitant that they focused on. Slumped over against a tree was a tanned Mystel man with the smell of seared flesh still clinging to him, that smell coming from what was left of his arm. Resting by his right hand was an axe, still bloody from the deed that had been done. “By the Night…” The evidence was clear, and what they could see of the now detached limb made it clear that it had been a matter of survival, and a very painful act. It had to have been awkward to try and wield the axe in such a manner.
The Blessed quickly fashioned a litter and gathered both the unconscious man and the odd metallic book next to him up before setting off. The Guide had sent them to find this guy for whatever reason, and they would deliver the poor bastard, if he survived long enough to get there.
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