👟 : What's something mundane about your character that you adore?
(( Answers for all three, because these were quick! ))
Eoiel is vegetarian. It doesn’t come up often in RP, but it is canon. I picture it being more for health/dietary reasons for Eoiel, but there is also room for moral motivation if I ever wanted to make that a focal point of his story.
Bodge flosses her teeth twice a day. It sounds silly, but I use it to ground her in realism. When looking at ways to overcome and stave off depression, small victories are key. Many people do this by making their bed every morning, a small accomplishment to start the day. Bodge does it with dental hygiene (and it fights off the fishy miqo’te cat breath).
Ash smokes. I wouldn’t say I “adore” this about her, but it is a banal fact. One of the themes I try to weave into Ash’s story is personal growth, building up and bolstering of her intelligence and capabilities. I like using her smoking habit, detrimental to her health, when I need to symbolize the opposite of that, a counterproductive road block in her path towards improvement.
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(( Thank you for the ask! It was fun to put these in writing! ))
She had risen early that day, leaving the dark comfort of her cottage in favor of seeking the sunrise. The grass was still laden with dew, wetting the Elezen's feet and ankles as she traversed the deep woods. Phen even had the perfect place to witness the painting of the sky. The overlook of Fallgourd Float offered a perfect vantage point for watching the small village come to life beneath the golden rays.
And so, she waited.
Waited for the warmth to flood over the town below, rousing the villagers and bringing every detail of the houses and shops into stark contrast with the deep blue river that ran beneath it. This, she thought, settling in against the base of a tree trunk. This is what she had been missing so much. A silent prayer was offered to whoever might listen that the wills of the wind would not drag her away anytime soon.
She could have dozed off there in the growing heat of the summer morning, but not this day. This day, the Shroud whispered of small disruptions.
Annoyances.
Disturbances of the peace.
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((A small excerpt from the beginnings of something new with @the-hiltless-swordsman! Thank you for the RP!))
A crafty poet in crimson, a magnificent singer in magenta, and an emergent princess in emerald look for love (I guess) in the far reaches of the world.
Why was it that she felt like she was constantly being torn apart and sewn back together lately? Like a weed being unnecessarily torn out of the meager bit of ground it had claimed, only to be tossed aside to find purchase between the cracks of stone and sand? A pale hand rose to rub under and behind one long ear, as if the self care would somehow soothe the sensation away. Phen followed her friend when he finally returned, silently taking one of the seats that lay conveniently at the top of the small incline they traversed. “I do hope you are not comparing me to my uninvited guest that has been frequenting my home more than yours of late.”
Just like a woman… break into her house one time and she thinks it’s some big deal. One time! Seriously, Gwen? I broke into Eoiel’s bedroom thousands of times and sometimes it was even because he was there! “No.” Eoiel said simply to Phen’s accusations as he handed over her bowl of soup. “Be careful, it is very hot.” He sat down in the chair after setting his spear against the back rest. He didn’t speak while he waited for the soup to cool off. He looked out at the little crescent shaped stretch of beach on the other side of the river.
Phen took her bowl, but also did not partake. She settled the vessel atop her knees, curling her hands around the edges of the bowl to keep it from toppling out of her lap. “Well, forgive me, Mr. Walker, but you have very few women within your lifespan that I could be compared to. And I doubt you meant Socks either. Considering that leaves very few other favorable options, I find myself unable to be bothered.” She tapped her fingers against the edge of the soup bowl, waiting out the man’s silence for a time. “Would you like to explain why everyone out here knows your name like you are some sort of war hero? Or is that too a mystery that I must carry too?”
Eoiel can I sit on your lap? No? Okay, I’m going to do it anyway, but thank you for your honesty. I’d sit with Phen, but she seems a little tense. Eoiel didn’t look away from the beach or even twitch. “We’re eating.”
(( Featuring @house-vexile, drama, adventure, and a rift forming between our heroes at the most dire moment of their quest! ))
One day a hunter went out into the woods. He came upon a tree, wanting this and wanting that. The tree offered him an alternative deal. The tree offered to bestow some of its sap to the hunter, if the hunter promised to never disturb the forest again. The hunter thought about it for a little while and then agreed. Unbeknownst to the hunter, the tree’s sap was poison. It started working immediately. The hunter probably never realized what the score was, but the tree sure did. It just stood there, watching him die...
“Now the thing about dames is they’ll tell you they want a good man, all shiny and made of sunshine and shit, but what they -really- want is a dangerous man. They want a man who will come home with a hair full of blood and dirt that they can wash out. Know what I’m saying Abelito? …Abelito? Abel, are you asleep?”
“If you are lying,” Eoiel said “I will tear your wings off.”
(( Featuring @house-vexile and the introduction of a new villain (sort of)))
“Just get to the point so we can go back to drinking. Do you love this bitch or not?”
"Gods dammit, at least react to what I'm saying!" And in that moment, in that sickening, inner self of a moment, he hated himself for he knew that he would have said the exact same thing to someone else in the same situation. The anger was still ever-present yet the dukes were sent swinging back down to his sides but not before rubbing at his eyes in hopes to relieve some amount of stress. Mattisaux Baschet shoved Eoiel's shoulder in the direction of the stairs. "Go on since you want to drink yourself dead. I may just join you but we will not share the same grave space."
Eoiel Walker caught the bottom step with his ankle and fell at a funny angle. Somehow in the wild twisting tumult of his tumble his forehead hit stone first. A gloved hand went to cover his face as he rolled and twitched once or twice on the ground. He eventually wriggled his way to a semi-kneeling position, blood running down his face. “It is not supposed to be complicated, you know. Women and shit.”
(( @the-baschet and I did a wonderful scene showing the descent into madness that follows a night of drinking. Thank you for fun time <3 ))
He leaned back in the chair. “To be honest, I know almost nothing about him, even after confronting him face to face.” His gaze slowly drifted upwards as he spoke towards the plants and spices in her small kitchen. “The only thing that stood out was his eyes. They were yellow and glowing, like someone had pulled two stars from the sky and stuck them into his skull.” His voice started getting distant as he spoke and he all but stopped moving. He snapped out of it a moment later and was back to sitting up straight and pointing to pertinent parts of his research.
"If I recall, there is mention of stars in the original tome we looked at for a cure for Hap..." Phen began to add, only to fade off a bit when the swordsman seemed to drift off into an almost stagnant, hazy state. It reminded her of how a candle flame might diminish when the liquid wax rose too high, barely flickering until some of that choking wax had been removed. "W-with something as distinct, I would think more people would have remembered his face. Or at least his armor. Anything.”
(( From a scene with @house-vexile that definitely didn’t traumatize poor Phen. Thank you for the RP ))
