At the World of Ruin...
*smolest glaive stands next to ignis at the power plant*
ignis, blind as a bat: i can hear how short you are

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At the World of Ruin...
*smolest glaive stands next to ignis at the power plant*
ignis, blind as a bat: i can hear how short you are
I tried to avoid giving him the Noctis hair because I didn't want him to look too Final Fantasy, but... his hair IS the Noctis hair. And his face was based on Squall’s way back when Final Fantasy VIII came out and I had a teen crush on him, so I just have to accept my own bullshit now LMAO. This game is forcing me to confront my early character creation sins. Damn youuuu Comraaaaades
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@glaivehearted (Jess) @faithfulglaive (Jericho)
Independent FFXV Comrades OCs written by Jess
For Hearth and Home!
Calling Comrades Glaive OCs
Figured I’d do this, since there’s probably a great deal of you starting out looking for new partners.
If you have a Glaive OC and would like to plot/rp with a generally canon Nyx Ulric, go ahead and like or reblog~
Hi this is my FFXV OC. I love her a lot. ╭─━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━─╮ •"long lιve тнe ĸιng, тнe ĸιng ιѕ dead! yoυr prayerѕ won'т call нιм вacĸ тo yoυr вed- wιтн all тнιѕ вlood ι’ve laced υpon тнe мoon. no ѕpellѕ oғ тrιcĸѕ wιll вrιng нιм нoмe- long lιve тнe ĸιng, тнe ĸιng ιѕ мιne! тнe ĸιng ιѕ dead.“• ╰─━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━─╯ naмe: aтer тraвeѕ lυnaм ( ブラック・ムーンビームス ) ━━━━━━━━ вιograpнιcal ιnғorмaтιon ━━━━━━━━ нoмe: alтιѕѕιa age: 26 вιrтнday: deceмвer 31ѕт aғғιlιaтιon(ѕ): ғorмerly nιғlнeιм, cυrrenтly υnĸnown occυpaтιon(ѕ): ғorмerly: aѕѕaѕѕιn, cυrrenтly: poѕιng aѕ a ĸιngѕglaιve aғтer тнe ғall oғ ιnѕoмnιa ━━━━━━━━ pнyѕιcal deѕcrιpтιon ━━━━━━━━ race: нυмan gender: ғeмale нaιr color: вlacĸ-wнιтe oмвre; prevιoυѕly ѕolιd вlacĸ and worn вelow тнe ѕнoυlderѕ, oғтen тιed υp ιnтo a вυn. cυrrenтly cυт ιn an aѕyммeтrιcal вoв, endιng a ғew ιncнeѕ вelow нer cнιn, parтly coverιng нer ғace. eye color: lιgнт вlυe мarιтal ѕтaтυѕ: ѕιngle orιenтaтιon: вι-cυrιoυѕ. weapon(ѕ): ĸaтana, ѕтιleттoѕ, pιnwнeel ѕpecιal мarĸιngѕ: ѕcar acroѕѕ нer noѕe/вeneaтн нer leғт eye, ѕcar тraιlιng нalғway down нer ѕpιne (ѕee: draυтoѕ), ѕcar eхтendιng ғroм мιd-ѕтernυм тo naval cloтнιng: cυrrenтly donѕ тнe ĸιngѕglaιve υnιғorм or a deep мaroon вυттon down ѕнιrт (ιn мeмorιaм oғ draυтoѕ’ own color ѕcнeмe). •prevιoυѕly, ѕнe woυld wear a ѕolιd вlacĸ enѕaмвle: вlacĸ, ғιттed, long ѕleeved ѕнιrт, вlacĸ leaтнer gloveѕ wιтн мeтal along тнe ĸnυcĸleѕ, вlacĸ ғιттed panтѕ, and вlacĸ ĸnee-нιgн вooтѕ wιтн red ѕoleѕ. aroυnd нer waιѕт woυld ѕιт a large cιncнed вelт тнaт нeld poтιonѕ, elιхιrѕ, and ѕpare ѕтιleттoѕ, aѕ well aѕ dιғғerenт poιѕonѕ. •ιn ғorмal ѕeттιngѕ, ѕнe woυld wear eιтнer a вlacĸ gown ιnlaιd wιтн lace wιтн a ѕтrand oғ pearlѕ, or a gown oғ deep мaroon, тypιcally мaтcнιng wιтн draυтoѕ wнen нe waѕ ιn aттendance. ━━━━━━━━ perѕonalιтy ━━━━━━━━ •ѕтreeт ѕмarт and ѕarcaѕтιc, ѕнe нoldѕ нer own ѕaғeтy aвove all elѕe- even aвove нer loyalтy тo nιғlнeιм. •very ιndependenт; нavιng вeen ѕenт oυт on нer own oғтen wнιle worĸιng вeneaтн ardyn, ѕнe'ѕ learned тo тaĸe care oғ нerѕelғ. •very, v e r y gray мoralѕ. woυld ѕнe ĸιll a ĸιd? naн. woυld ѕнe ĸιll a ĸιd ιғ тнe ĸιd caмe aт нer wιтн a ĸnιғe? yeѕ. •ғιndѕ тнe cнocoвroѕ ιnтrιgυιng. proмpтo eѕpecιally, conѕιderιng wнaт нe ιѕ. ιgnιѕ’ вlιndneѕѕ мaĸeѕ нer cυrιoυѕ- ιѕ нe coмpleтely вlιnd? can нe ѕee ѕнapeѕ? lιgнт? and gladιo'ѕ… everyтнιng. •aranea ιѕ alѕo a cυrιoѕιтy- мaιnly ғor нer ѕeхυalιтy, вυт alѕo вecaυѕe oғ нow ĸιnd ѕнe can вe. •lιveѕ вy “cυrιoѕιтy ĸιlled тнe caт вυт ѕaтιѕғacтιon вroυgнт ιт вacĸ.” •doeѕ noт тrυѕт eaѕιly- ιт’ll тaĸe a wнιle ғor нer wallѕ тo coмe down even an ιncн. aғтer worĸιng ғor nιғlнeιм, aғтer leavιng alтιѕѕιa, aғтer loѕιng draυтoѕ- ιт creaтeѕ a very υnтrυѕтworтнy world vιew. ━━━━━ нιѕтory ━━━━━ •вorn ιn alтιѕѕιa; мoтнer waѕ a delegaтe ғroм nιғlнeιм, ғaтнer waѕ ғorмer nιғlнeιм мιlιтary. •тraιned aѕ a ĸιd ιn dιғғerenт ғιgнтιng ѕтyleѕ; ιncorporaтeѕ jυjιтѕυ, ĸιcĸ вoхιng, and an adepт ĸnowledge oғ preѕѕυre poιnтѕ ιnтo нer ғιgнтιng ѕтyle (ιn oтнer wordѕ, ѕнe нaѕ no conѕιѕтenт ғιgнтιng ѕтyle). •нad a decenт cнιldнood, really; waѕ тaυgнт вy a prιvaтe тυтor, нad a dog and a caт, woυld тaĸe тrιpѕ oυтѕιde oғ alтιѕѕιa regυlarly. •aт age 15, leғт нoмe ғor nιғlнeιм. parenтѕ=dιѕappeared oғғ тнe мap (тнey вecaмe тravelerѕ, wιll occaѕιonally cнecĸ ιn wιтн нer). ғaтнer pυlled ѕтrιngѕ тo geт нer ιn; ѕнe тraιned on нer own & wιтн ravυѕ occaѕιonally. •raтнer lιĸed ravυѕ; нe waѕ a ĸιnd ĸιd. нe dιdn'т deѕerve тнe ѕнιт тнaт нappened тo нιм. •ѕparred wιтн draυтoѕ oғтen; ѕнe gaιned нer ғιrѕт мajor ѕcar (вacĸ) ғroм нιм. •вecaмe a “perѕonal gυard” ғor verѕтael- dιdn'т laѕт long. waѕ тнen мoved ιnтo aldercapт'ѕ gυard. •нad an aғғaιr wιтн draυтoѕ. ѕнe won'т openly ѕpeaĸ oғ ιт. •нιѕ deaтн really ғυcĸed нer υp. •leғт nιғlнeιм aғтer aldercapт'ѕ deaтн, ғollowιng ιn aranea'ѕ ғooтѕтepѕ. poѕιng aѕ a ĸιngѕglaιve cυrrenтly, ѕιnce ѕнe нaѕ no oтнer place тo go. ━━━━━━ aвιlιтιeѕ ━━━━━━ •ѕĸιlled ιn мυlтιple ғorмѕ oғ нand-тo-нand coмвaт •poιѕonѕ eхperт; don'т тoυcн тнe ѕтιleттoѕ- тнey’re all poιѕoned. •acroвaтιcѕ; ѕнe pιcĸed υp тнe нoввy aѕ a cнιld and ιт'ѕ ѕтυcĸ wιтн нer. ιт aιdѕ нer ιn ғιgнтѕ.
Brontide - Elysia
The low rumbling of distant thunder.
She’s never seen Galahd with her own eyes; only ever in the eyes of her mind as the stories she was told blend together and paint a picture of rivers, and forests, and storms. Of lightning shooting across the sky like it shoots from her fingertips.
Of the waters flowing through the Canyon that Nyx and Libertus played in as children.
Of the herbs that hung in her Nanna’s kitchen and the flowers that Pop-pop brought her Nanna every morning before the Fall.
A rumble sounded and she looked to the skies as the dark shadow of rain came down and the light flashed across the sky miles away. Maybe she’d find it to be everything she wanted and thought it to be; Maybe she would find it lacking. She didn’t know. She’s never seen Home. She’s never been Home.
But with the distant thunder. She thought maybe.
Maybe.
She’d see it soon.
Leora’s Outfits
Top two are casual. Bottom two are for slaying.