Cerathil Volfortain

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Cerathil Volfortain
Doing Cera's separately because it got a little long. The Dice Chose: 🧑🤝🧑 - Do they have any siblings?
"I don't believe it," The words fell from her lips like thorns, or frogs, or some other devilish spell sent to haunt her for past sins. How many nights had she lain awake as a child, imagining this day, polishing the fantasy of it until it shone brightly against the dark canopy of sleep? Too many, and though she had long outgrown the notion of reality matching the story she'd told herself Cera was still rendered nearly speechless by how utterly and unkindly the truth had shattered her illusions of who and what her father might be. "What?" The man drawled with a laugh. "Don't believe your old mum would know an old scoundrel like me? I remember meeting her, clear as yesterday. You sound just like her, singing that same tune. She teach you that one? She used to sing it to me, after we--" "Jephaud," the woman at his side hissed, tugging at his arm. "Jeph, just shut up a span, for Gods' sake." Jeph, to everyone's relief, shut up at his wife's scolding, though his mouth flopped open like a fish as his wine-glazed eyes tried in vain to figure out what had earned him the rebuke. As he struggled to catch up to where everyone else had been for a quarter turn his wife wiped her hand on her skirt and then held it out to Cerathil with a smile stiffened by the tense awkwardness of the moment. "Rosalie Pamplamoose, pleasure meeting you, Miss Volfortain," as soon as she released Cera's hand Rosalie hefted the child higher on her hip, the boy's blue-black hair falling in a wavy mop over his eyes. "This is Henrie, that's Neddie, and over there is Valencia." The girl, older than her brothers by an epoch at least, stared back at Cera with the same wide-eyed wonder that Cera had seen on her own face dozens of times. It was strange, if not for the dimple in the girl's chin she might have believed someone had conjured her reflection from her own awkward youth. "Jeph always told stories about his time in Ishgard as a young thing, and knowing him-- well I can't say I'm surprised. You ain't the first one to turn up, you know. You've got another sister down East, and a brother that lives in the city proper. Though I dare well say you might be the oldest of the lot." Rosalie had kept going and Cera wrenched her thoughts back to the present. With phenomenal effort she pushed the feelings of shock and dismay aside, pulling back up the carefully crafted wall of polite decorum and stiff ishgardian formality. "I'm quite sure none of us expected this twist," Cera forced a thin smile onto her face as she looked at her half-siblings again. "But I'm ever so glad to get to meet you all. Perhaps we could have something of a family supper and get to know one another?" With that she glanced at the bewildered look on her father's face as it shifted and then settled into a suddenly sober realization. "Seven hells, not another one."
Character Summary: Cerathil Volfortain
Alias/Nicknames: Cera (nickname), Songbird (what Lou calls her), Mouillé de Portee (stage name when performing bawdy songs in shitty Limsan bars) Gender: Female Age: 38 Zodiac: Menphina - Ice (Aquarius) Abilities/Talents: Entertainment in General | Singing | Playing the Violin or Fiddle | Getting People to Talk More Than They Should | Choosing a Good Wine | Negotiating Terms | Making People Uncomfortable in a Really Polite Way | Trick Shot Archery | Knife Work but Not the Kitchen Kind | Acrobatics | Sleight of Hand | Ventriloquism | Poetry Recital | Performing Epic Poems or Long Structured Ballads of a Historical Nature | Performing Dirty Songs while Undercover | Flirting | Winding her Wife Up | Being in Fucking Charge | Alignment: lawful / neutral / chaotic / good / neutral / evil / true Religion: Cera grew up worshiping Halone, but these days that’s mostly lip-service as she’s found a much stronger connection to Oshcon and Llymlaen in the last decade. Sins: envy / greed / gluttony / lust / pride / sloth / wrath Despite her current lifestyle underscoring more of her pridefulness and flaunting her sexuality Cera’s primary sin would be wrath. Not really because she gets angry frequently, but because of how far she’s willing to go to satisfy those wrathful feelings. Virtues: charity /chastity / diligence / humility / justice / kindness / patience Cera considers herself extremely kind and charitable but is also a fucking huge troll and she often enjoys doing a favor or providing charity alongside some sort of embarrassment for her own amusement. So whether or not her actions are taken as kindness by her targets could certainly be up for debate. Languages: Common, Elezen, Old Elezen (partially) Family: Mhaelou Dhemoenwyn (wife), Marin Volfortain (aunt / adoptive mother) Friends: T’sviah Luhn (BFF), Cyril Glautine, K'vhori Zhil, Jenny Brawl, Guolbenn Wyzenfolgsyn, Orrie Muifaux, Saoirse Lyons, Lirene Harte Sexuality: heterosexual / bisexual / pansexual / homosexual / demisexual / asexual / unsure / other Relationship Status: single/ partnered / married / widowed / open relationship / divorced / not ready for dating yet / it’s complicated Cera was briefly married to a fellow temple knight when she was in her early 20’s, but it ended badly. She and Lou have been married for almost a decade now, accommodating Cera’s frequent work related travel by ostensibly maintaining an open relationship while they’re apart. Neither Cera nor Lou have realized that they’ve both completely avoided taking advantage of this arrangement because they’re absolute idiots for each other. Libido: sex god / very high / high / average / low / very low / non-existent Build: slender / average / athletic / muscular / curvy / other Hair: white / blonde / brunette / pink / red / black / other (blue) Eyes: brown / blue / gray / green / black / other (silver) Skin: pale/ fair / olive / light brown / brown / dark / other Height: 78.1 ilms (6’ 6”) Scars: Burn scars along her left hip and side. dogs or cats || birds or bugs || snakes or spiders || coffee or tea || ice cream or cake || fruits or vegetables || sandwich or soup || magic or melee || sword shield dagger or bow || summer or winter || spring or autumn || past or future A few songs that remind you of them: Ocean - Devon Baldwin Wild Things - Ladyhawke Song of the Caged Bird - Lindsey Stirling Arm’s Length - Kacy Hill
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Tagging: Anyone who wants to do it and also @porxienapper specifically for Lou!
Character Trope: Cera
The Mentor
A more experienced advisor or confidante to a young, inexperienced character, particularly to a hero. You are seen as an old soul by your peers and you have a natural quirk of wanting to take care of others. You seem to be the most mature of your friends and you love giving them advice. You seem to have a lot of experience with trouble and the woes of the world, but you know how to handle what life throws at you.
Quiz [[here]]
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How Will They Die?
Ok the lady in this gif looks suspiciously like Lir but is not. I have definitely not gotten her killed by those things a few too many times. >.>
Cera: Betrayed in the Plot Twist
That shady ally you and your buddies have turned out to be a rotten egg after all, and you're their victim. The audience saw it before you did. Being stabbed in the back hurts like a bitch; I don't envy you, but take solace knowing your death was the single most pivotal moment in the entire story.
Lir: Took a Hit Meant for Another
Whether intentionally or not, you were in the way of someone's attack and paid the ultimate price. Chances are, nobody saw your death coming until it was too late. If you blocked the blow on purpose, know that your sacrifice was not in vain. If you didn't, well. Sorry, buddy, that's pretty rough.
Tristan: Revealed as a Casualty of an Unseen Battle
You know the Griffin McElroy quote about exits from lives. Your death was arguably the most tragic of all: mundane. Nothing could have been done to prevent it, and you died for little to no good reason. The dramatic reveal of your corpse, however, was one of the most stirring moments in the whole story, so you've at least got that.
Dove: Buying Time for the Hero
Your comrade is the one who needs to save the world. Their quest is too important to fail and you knew it, so when the risk was greatest, you fought with everything you had to keep it at bay. In the end, you lost your life, but you did so in the most badass way possible. Be proud!
Quiz
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Tagging: @porxienapper, @argentrenard, @kestrelvylbrand, @luck-and-larceny, @dumb-hat and any of y'alls alts you want to also do!
Been making some cute emoji style art of FFXIV characters lately. Ladies on the left are mine, on the right are my wife's characters. You can find her characters @porxienapper
Cera & Lou
Lir & Shay
Dove & Lux
Tris & Cassie
The Bear and the Songbird: Part 1
A story from back when Cerathil and Mhaelou were still very young and very stupid about their affection for each other. Mhaelou written by the wonderful @porxienapper.
The Black Shroud 5th Umbral Moon, 1568
The rhythmic call and response of the sailors and dock hands had distracted Cerathil from the letter she had begun reading some half an hour ago, and by the time the cargo had been safely hoisted from the dock and lowered into the ship's hold her mind had been thoroughly wrenched from the dry missive from her masters in far away Ishgard. Instead she was drawn to more immediate concerns as she looked down from her seat along the highcastle’s tall railings.
Among the sailors now milling around, dragging the heavy ropes and thick block-and-tackles back into the ship’s hold was her duet partner. The tall Roegadyn woman cut a handsome figure in her work clothes, and Cerathil found herself once again distracted by the way the woman’s arms flexed as she rolled the coil of rope back up with the practiced movements of a lifelong sailor. Despite the fact that the regular confines of the ship left little space to avoid anyone in particular, Cera couldn’t shake the feeling that Mhaelou had been dodging her since their drunken game of storytelling and gossip with T’svaih the week before. Or, perhaps it wasn’t that the woman was avoiding her, that was nearly impossible, but that the flirtatious banter they’d enjoyed all these months had suddenly fallen to the wayside. Why?
Tagged: Getting To Know You OOC
NAME: Anglicised version of Guinevere. If you're an 80's kid you had at least 10 of us in every class.
NICKNAME: My main blog @wolftabard is the name I use in most online spaces but I generally abbreviate it to Wolf. I think that's the closest I have to an online nickname these days.
FACECLAIM: Do you mean my face? If you mean for my characters / muses then I don't really do faceclaims.
PRONOUNS: She/her or They/them are both fine! <3
HEIGHT: 5′10"
BIRTHDAY: I'm a January Aquarius
AESTHETIC: Flannel shirts, overalls, baggy shorts, tshirts I got from work, polo shirts, work boots. I want a tattoo very badly and I've been debating re-piercing and working on upping the gauge in my ears? HOT MESS FARM BUTCH, basically.
LAST SONG YOU LISTENED TO: Ocean by Devon Baldwin
FAVORITE MUSE(S) YOU’VE WRITTEN: In FFXIV it's a tie between Cera and Lir. I've done a bunch of writing for both of them but I haven't posted much for Cera. I need to edit her stuff and clean it up, but why do that when I could just RP more, ugh.