#crystal roleplayer

[zell-bell]

An older, but still beloved commission of Zell by the wonderful Eliza Stark Art on Instagram.

[casualcatte]

Late-Night Roleplayers Wanted!

I’m typically active between 8pm and 8am Central (US), but I find that a lot of roleplay dissipates after midnight since people have jobs and school and stuff.  That said, I’d really love to find some folks that are part of that after-midnight crowd I have plenty of writers that I work with in prime-time, but very few in the late-night hours, so I’m looking to fill that lapse for myself. If you’re interested, full details about Gospel (and me) can be found at her carrd.

http://gospel-ffxiv.carrd.co

[lorhwinnow]

Lorh Winnow

A storm blowing in from the East.

[lavender-bells]

The Wicker Carbuncle - Mateus (Crystal) Ward 19, Plot 56 - Northeast Subdivision, Lavender Beds

Please come visit! <3

[smokin-gun]

New art from the amazing Fusspot. She nailed it with this one. NSFW is on my AD Twitter at @zellbellad.

[zell-bell]

I have a feeling that if there’s something you want badly enough, nothing will stop you.~

[zell-bell]

✭ G’iselle Bellerose - Fox of Ul’dah✭

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✧ RP Hooks ✧

☾ Seeker of the Sun Miqo'te

☾ Bard

☾ Entertainer and Dancer Hailing From Gridania

☾ Decently Known Performance Idol In Ul'dah

☾ Information Broker

☾ Contortionist, Pole Dancer, Singer

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I'm always on the lookout for new friends in the RP community and have a long history of RP experience, especially from WoW and XIV. I'm perfectly ok with lore-bending but prefer not to deal in lore-breaking. I love darker and more adult-oriented themes but am not averse to slice-of-life or bar type events and meetings. If you're curious about a theme, you need only ask!

I am married OOC and in a very committed relationship. I'm not here to meet anyone or form sexual relationship despite this character being a more flirtatious, provocative individual. If that is understood, we are golden!

Preferably, I leave lore and background out of public profiles so if there's anything about Zell you'd like to know, try writing with her! Things will be revealed with time and effort!

Do not initiate unless you're over the age of 21. I'm in my mid 30s and would just rather not deal with anyone younger than that age. This is a hard rule.

For a deeper dive into her art, playlists and more, check out her Carrd!

Follow backs from @zellbellart.

[zell-bell]

Archive: Fated? Or Planned?

A story before the story.

The sun was overhead, glaring down directly onto the streets of Ul’dah like an oven set to cook anyone that dared to set foot upon the cobbled walkways that wound throughout the city. Unfortunately for me, I was one of those unlucky souls, attempting to hold a black cloak around my shoulders and a hood firmly over my head as I hurried to my first appointment of the day. Not my wisest choice of color for a stroll across the surface of the giant star.

A bell chimed just ahead and a series of choice words spilled from my lips as I rounded the corner and found myself nearly running head first into another cloaked figure and a handful of guards, swords drawn, as they clanked down the stairs in front of the Quicksand. I’d been so worried about arriving on time to my next client that I hadn’t even heard them shouting after the mysterious individual. All I’d gleaned of them was a bluish furred appendage and the curious outline of ears pressed against the fabric of their hood. A miqo’te. There was absolutely no way they’d catch them. Their speed was impressive and they seemed to disappear in broad daylight just as the guards went to round a corner on them.

As much as curiosity was killing the cat, I had to peel myself away and hurry inside to the Quicksand. As always, I was greeted with a quick “Miss Zell” from Momodi, an incline with her tiny chin towards a wooden booth along the back wall, and the lalafell disappeared to a clinking of glasses as she prepared my usual. I began a series of inhales through my nose and out my mouth to catch my breath so I didn’t look so winded when I was finally joined by my client. Today was my lucky day… they were later than I. There’d be no ceremonious way to taking a seat as I slid into the booth.

Momodi arrived a few short moments later with a glass, tall-stemmed and wide-mouthed, filled with a lavender liquid and an olive that couldn’t decide if it wanted to take a dip or float on the surface. After rummaging through my satchel, I slid a few Gil her way and she smiled in that knowing way that a tender did to their regulars. Her small, lengthened ears twitched and she glanced over her shoulder, “Ah, looks like your company is here. I’ll leave you to it. If you need anything, just say the word”.

There was always the understanding amongst entertainers in Ul’dah, especially women-folk, that if anyone needed help, they used an ever-changing, complex systems of code words to protect one another. This season’s code was “spider lily and rum”. As my client approached the table, I got no urges to keep it on the tip of my tongue.

The figure was rather tall, with perfect posture and shoulders that seemed confident and rounded back just enough so as to not be stiff. Tight leather in several shades of onyx gripped their body in all the right places, albeit, enough to show off assets that the slightly skinny individual had. My eyes skimmed their body and eventually landed on an impish pair of mint eyes, the only thing visible above a thin, black piece of fabric covering just below their bottom lashes.

They seemed to size me up, too, as they looked over me and the table. Those glacier eyes had likely taken in every inch of my outfit, from the black dress to the strappy heels just barely visible from beneath the table. But that was the aesthetic of someone dressed to the nines with nothing but information to gain for the price of spending time with even the filthiest of deviants.

The booth across from me creaked as they finally slid into it, gaze rested upon my lips for the briefest moment. That’s when I noticed it. A bluish tail popped up just long enough that its tip curled into my view. I couldn’t help but gasp when realization hit me, “…You. But weren’t you just…”.

As if he’d been waiting for me to acknowledge it, he reached up with gloves hands and slowly slid the hood and mask down, fingers wrapped around the edges of the fabric, to reveal icy blue hair that threatened to hide one of those minty eyes. A crooked grin tilted up one corner of his lips into a dimple, “Hello, babe”.

“Glad we both made it, just in time.”