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The Wheel of Fortune

Wheel of Fortune: Does your muse believe in luck?

Zelshane is the only one of my OC’s that believes in luck. Kadi, Syn and Taj, and Khal all pretty much believe that what’ll happen, will happen. Though, I will say, Kadi, Syn, and Khal think that often fate grants you choices to change your fate, but I don’t think that’s the same as luck. Zelshane however, does have a lucky charm, a squirrel tail he keeps tied to his belt at all times.

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Turning points in their life (Kadirayv)

The biggest turning point in Kadirayv’s life was when he was around 17 or 18. That was when the elder named Grandmother took him in. See, she saw a young man, scared and doing whatever it took to survive. However, she knew that the life he was living, the life of crime, wasn’t a good life for the young Au Ra. She lived in the Brume, so life didn’t get better in terms of having food to eat, but it got better in terms of making him a better person. Grandmother showed him right from wrong, taught him to be loyal and protect those that needed protection. Grandmother even gave him his name, since when she found him, he’d gone through so much he’d nearly forgotten how to speak, and so she gave him a new name from what he could get out. And he liked it. And he liked her. And he was, and is, forever grateful to Grandmother for showing him the way.

Recently, Grandmother passed away and Kadirayv returned to the Brume to oversee her funeral and mourn. He carries her cane with him now, always.

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💘(I don't have a question so just do a headcanon <3)

Kadi: The tall Au Ra looks down at you with a small smirk. He takes one step closer, so close that you would be able to catch the faint scent of some sort of cologne on him that’s almost being drowned out by the smell of stone and snow. “Ever thought of trying to convince a priest, a weaver, and a teacher to join you and your beloved in the bedroom?” He pauses for a second for you to get the image in your head. Long arms are lifted out to the side in a grand gesture as he throws back his head and laughs, wild hair blowing in the wind. Pushing up the sleeves of his lengthy coat, he nods in answer to your perplexed look. “Aye, it’s not as easy as sounds, but let me tell you a secret-” he leans in close, “it was easier to get the priest to join in than the other two.” His roarous laughter fills the air once more as he recalls the outrageous night. Booze, music, and a smokey room that smelled of sex and sweat. The large bed could scarcely hold the five of them but they made it work. And they put in work too. “I like to use that story to describe my love life, it’s not one I’ll ever forget,” Kadirayv added, nodding joyfully.

Syn: A golden tail flicks you lightly on the fingers, causing you to look down. Though you would quickly look back up as hot breath caressed your neck. You would be able to feel her lips barely brushing your skin as she spoke into your collarbone. “Why so curious, huh?” The words are but a sensual whisper into your ear, tail teasing you on any skin she can find: ankle, fingers, knees. Slender hands that belied her strength gripped your shoulder and spun you around to face her. Blonde hair with white tips and blackened ears greeted you and you adjust your gaze to her striking mismatched eyes. Fangs, the remnants of lost Keeper blood in her Seeker veins, glisten in the dying light. “No woman could make me’s moan like me first. She knew all tha righ’ places, all tha righ’ motions,” her voice drops into a mock gasp and her hands run up the length of her own body, causing your eyes to follow them over the soft mounds of her breasts and the subtle curves of her hips. Her eyes flutter close, remembering. Suddenly, she opens her eyes and winks. “Bu’ I’m always down ta let a pretty girl try!”

Taj: “Wha’?” The Seeker quickly looks down, fiddling with his hands before shoving them in his pockets and looking up at you through half lidded eyes as he tries to determine whether or not you’re joking. As you still stand there, patiently waiting, a blush creeps up onto his tanned skin. Silver and gold eyes dart from the floor, to the boat he’s standing next to, to the sun, to the sea. Anywhere but your face. Finally, coarse hands are pulled from his pockets only to go to unbraiding and rebraiding parts of his hair that hang by his cheeks. “Well, I-” he starts, then coughs. The red tint to his features grows only darker, and he begins again. His words come out fast and low, so that you’d have to lean in to hear him before you miss what he says. “I’ve only done tha deed once an’ twasn’t tha’ good, alrigh? Don’ tell ‘im tha’ though,” he rushes out, then turns on his heel and walks away.

Zelshane: The midlander squats down, and with a grunt, yanks the arrow from the eye of the ground squirrel that he just shot. Wiping it off on his pants, he places it back in his quiver. Piercing blue eyes look up at you for only a second before he looks back down at his kill, pulling a large hunting knife from his boot. You begin to think you shouldn’t have approached a random, dirty midlander in the woods with such an inquiry. With precision, he cuts the tail off and stuffs it and the body in two separate burlap sacks. He sits back on his haunches and points the slightly soiled knife at you. “I don’t get around much, see. Tha Coeurlclaw women only really fuck with tha king, if’n ya get ma drift. Only bedded a few’s girls, maybe one guy, but ya can’t be picky when yer home is these trees.” He shrugs and stands up, gathering his sacks and shoving the knife back in his boot. “Tha King ‘as a soft spot fer a few of his girls, only reason I’m here so I don’t question it, but I would like ta get fucked once in a while. But I won’t go searchin’ in that blasted Gridania city, so’s take that advice elsewhere.” He looks you up and down with one eyebrow raised, turning just enough so that the midmorning sun shone directly onto his bare chest, accentuating the hardwon muscles and scars there, one hand clutching the bow at his side. His quiver hung from his hip and his red hair shone like fire in the light. “I got me a cot in tha camp if’n ya wanna come by sometime ta do me that favor,” he says lightly as he begins to walk away. “Tha favor of fuckin’ me, if’n ya didn’t understand that,” he calls back with a backhanded wave, not turning around.

Khal: “AHHHH YAH!” The resounding battle cry interrupts your question and a satisfying thunk of metal on wood closely follows. You quickly take a few steps back as the Au Ra woman yanks the old axe from the neck of the striking dummy. You remark to yourself about your luck with approaching people who are actively using sharp weapons. A heavy thud and the Xeala leans on the shaft of her axe, the head planted firmly on the floor. With raised eyebrows, Khal looks you from head to toe. Their brow is covered in sweat, but they let it run free. “You mean to tell me, you come in here, to interrupt my training, to ask me about my sex life?” Their incredulous tone tells you all you need to know. “You’ve got a nice pair on you I can tell you that,” they quickly add, finally wiping the sweat off their forehead. “However, the only thing I’ll tell you is that yes, I’ve had sex, and yes, it’s been mostly good, but no, you won’t get details. That’s private info.” A pause. A sigh. “I guess you did just risk getting axed by sneaking up on me training.” A hand is thrown in the air in defeat. “Alright. Once there was this man. Tall, dark, handsome, you know the kind. Came into the old weaving business looking for a suit and somehow after the transaction went through, I ended up taking off  that new suit and throwing it right on the floor.” A small chuckle escapes their lips. “It was a good night, though I can’t remember the guy’s name anymore.” With a shrug and a grin, the Au Ra snatches up the worn axe and with another frightening cry, slams the blade into the wooden dummy once more.

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Infandous: What topics will they refuse to speak about?

Kadi: Himself. Kadirayv refused to answer any questions about himself. The poor guy puts on a very confident front, but he’s really insecure and doesn’t wanna burden anyone with his troubles and he doesn’t feel like he deserves praise for any of his good deed. Most people can’t even tell you what his favorite color is. He hasn’t even told anyone what his homeland or parents were like. 

Syn: The tough girl has very little she refuses to speak about, but there is one. The nature of the scars that run right along her V lines. They’re deep and ropey, and from a time in her past that she prefers forget. They’re highly noticeable, but if the woman she’s in bed with at the time asks about them, you can bet your arse the woman won’t be in her bed any longer.

Taj: This one is tougher cause Taj in general doesn’t socialize much. Or rather, he’ll /go out/ but he won’t actively speak a whole lot since he gets nervous really easily. That being said, if he does start talking, there’s nothing he won’t talk about. He’s always eager to learn a new thing, or happy to find common ground with whoever he’s speaking with. He’s willing to talk about his past, his future, his dreams. He’s very open about everything, including that chocobo he passed in Limsa who was very sea sick. Why a horsebird is on a boat, he may never know.

Shane: Zelshane has very bad social skills in that he doesn’t pick up on social ques very well. He doesn’t know when to stop; except for when it comes to magicks. He gets very antsy if someone brings up magicks. He’s not /opposed/ to it persay, but it’s almost as if he’s had one too many bad experiences with the art. Be it healing or otherwise. He doesn’t understand it, so chooses to not talk about it.

Khal: Their father. Khal normally has no reservations, but their father was oppressive and generally an arse about pretty much everything. Khal didn’t even go to his funeral when he passed away. The Au Ra never had love for the man, and sees no reason to speak more about him. To quote, “He’s dead and gone, so I won’t keep his memory by wasting my breath on his sorry soul.”

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27. ♥ Have they had dreams about their partner/the person they are courting?

Kadi: The ruby Au Ra shrugs his shoulders, a small smile on his lips. “Of course! Though I haven’t had a proper,” he lifts his hands up in air quotes, “’official’ partner in some time, it’s only natural to dream of them. Just like I dreamt of her before I had her, I dreamt of her when I was with her.” His shoulder lift again. “Nowadays I just dream of the one nighters I catch,” he chuckles.

Syn: The blonde runs a hand through her hair and nods. Her eyes droop and her jaw stretches in a yawn, “Aye, I reckon I ‘ave. Don’ know if’n I can recall any o’ em fer ye, bu’ I ‘ave. I ain’ ‘ad too many partners tha’ stuck around bu’ tha few tha’ did fer a bit, I dreamt o’ em. Bu’ I ain’ ready ta settle so I’m conten’ wit me dreams o’ tha beautiful women I see in tha streets, aye?” She yawns once more before turning away with a final remark. “I reckon I’ll dream o’ someone pretty tonight too.”

Taj: The lean Miqo’te rests his hand on the grip of his pistol and shakes his head. “I couldn’ tell ye. I don’ ne’er ‘member me dreams. ‘Tis weird, I know, bu’ tha’s jus’ tha way o’ thin’s.” He scratches his ears and shrugs. “Me mum an’ sister always ‘ad amazin’ mem’ry fer their dreams bu’ I reckon I ain’ ge’ so’s lucky. Sorry mate,” he says quietly, feeling somewhat bad for not having a better answer.

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❤: Opinion on love - everyone, ☂ : Favorite weather - everyone

Kadi: A hand runs through his hair and he lifts one shoulder in a half shrug. “Love? Uhh…what’s that funny word I heard that priest say once…Fickle. Love is fickle. Once you find it, it’s the most amazing thing, even if a bit confusing or different, or scary. Once you find it, hold tight and make sure whoever you love, knows it. Cause love is fickle and can slip away in the blink of an eye, as quickly as downing a shot.” His shoulders lift once more and he opens and closes his mouth as if trying to say more, but is unable to. Instead he turns his thoughts to the second question. “As for weather, a good blizzard always helps clear my head and rejuvenate me. There’s nothing like the howling winds calling to me as snow falls thick and fast. It’s like watching the world’s slate be wiped clean by the storm,” he says, a smile tugging at his lips.

Syn: The flaxen Miqo’te leans back in her chair, tossing an apple about in her hands. “Love? I reckon I don’ think I’ve found love yet, bu’ I know it’ll be fun! Ev’ryone ‘as someone or somethin’ tha’ they love. Sometimes more than one someone. Tha’s tha grea’ thin’ abou’ love, ain’ it, cutie. There’s no bound’ries, no rules. I’m lookin’ for’ard ta tha day I can say I love someone wit’ ev’rythin’ I got,” she states with a chuckle. Fangs glint in the sunlight as she takes a bite out of the apple. Wiping her chin with the back of her hand, she cocks her head to the side. One black tipped ear lowers as she ponders on the next question. “Thun’erstorm,” she says, around the apple in her mouth. Swallowing, she elaborates. “Watchin’ tha sea thrash an’ tha waves roar in a thunderstorm is tha best. There’s so much power, an’ so much danger. Tha rain soakin’ me hair an’ tail, tha lightning bringing even tha darkes’ skies ta full light,” she trails off, a glint in her eye. Suddenly, she lifts up her arm. “Look! I got goosbumps jus’ thinking’ ‘bout it!” Her rough chuckle fills the room as she takes another bit out of the apple.

Taj: The golden haired Miqo’te with black tipped ears looks down at the glass in his hands as he leans against the wall. His fluffy tail sways slowly from side to side as he listens to the questions directed to him. Looking up, he finally speaks, soft voice drifting to your ears, “Love is powerful. It can brin’ tha strongest man to ‘is knees, an’ yet, at tha same time, lift ‘im up ‘igh above tha clouds.” A wry grin crosses his features. “It’s excitin’ an’ terrifyin’. It’s ev’rythin’ an’ nothin’. It’s somethin’ tha’s ‘ard ta explain, until ye’ve felt it yerself.” He slips slowly on his whiskey, eyes gleaming with his answer. Flicking his tail quickly as if clearing his head, he smacks his lips. “Clear skies an’ a ligh’ breeze. Tha sun warmin’ yer skin, tha winds rufflin’ yer hair. A beaut’ful day by all righ’s; tha’s me fav’rite,” he finishes with a nod, tossing the rest of his whiskey back quickly. He squeezes his eyes shut as the drink burns down his throat. The pirate cat adjusts the pistol at his side and flashes a quick smile at you on his way back to the bar.

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Pinned!

Kadirayv strolls through Limsa down near the docks and the Fisherman’s guild. He is there to meet up with an old friend who told him only to be on the docks. She was nowhere to be found though. Shrugging, the bard leans against the sun-warmed bricks of the Fisherman’s guild, content to wait. His grey hair is tossed slightly in the gentle breeze, and the warmth of the day soon lulls him to a half doze. Silver eyes fall shut and his chin hits his chest. The noise of the city fades to a hum in the background and he begins to sway. The ruby skinned man tilts sideways, so close to sleep that he was. 

Suddenly, two strong hands pull him awake, right before the scaled man can hit the rack of fish next to the guild’s entrance. Kadirayv’s instincts take over and he swings his savior around, slamming him into the wall and pushing him to the floor. Looming over him, Kadirayv cocks his head to the side. A purple haired Miqo’te looks up at him with mismatched eyes. The bard coughs before saying, “Huh, sorry about that-” he offers his hand to help the Miqo back up, “instints ya know. Plus this city is only slightly better than Ul’dah with muggers and the like. You okay?”

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"Imma 'Pin!' you..." Resh'a exclaimed while the two friends sparred.

Kadirayv jumps back quickly to recompose himself. The two had decided to spar that morning to loosen their limbs. Kadirayv and Resh’a were well matched in their hand to hand skill, and the Au Ra was enjoying himself immensely. The size difference caused him to think more about his actions. He couldn’t just duck punches now, he had to move fast or block them. The bard rolls his shoulders and smirks at Resh’a at his words. “Is that right, my friend?” He laughs and dives back into the fray. The Au Ra lowers his head and dashes forward, attempting to tackle his friend to the ground. However, he misjudged his friend’s speed. One instant he had his hands gripping Resh’a’s powerful shoulders, the next he was flat on his back with a knee on his chest. The ruby man lets his arms fall to the floor. A hearty chuckle starts deep in his chest, “Are you sure you’re a Miqo’te? Cause you’re the size of a goby and just as slippery!”