#seraymeric

[burnapart-blog]

More progress has been made. :)

[burnapart-blog]

I messed around with effects to get the Passage of Arms effect across. He's getting closer to being complete. #seraymeric #aymericdeborel #ffxiv #finalfantasyxiv #ff14 #finalfantasyxivheavensward (at Los Angeles, California)

[burnapart-blog]

This is a work in progress, but he's coming along.

[steekira]

Made a copic sketch of Aymeric from FFXIV. I’m obsessed ~ #steekira #seraymeric #ffxiv #aymeric #aymericdeborel https://www.instagram.com/p/CR-dwDWr07T/?utm_medium=tumblr

[kradenine]

Hi. I’m still around. I haven’t cosplayed in a hot minute and I miss a lot of you guys. Here is my plan going into 2020. I kind of miss the crafting aspect of stuff so this should be fun. Two FFXIV characters, Emet Selch, and Ser Aymeric. Then Nier (Replicant) again because mine was pretty ass. #cosplay #finalfantasyxiv #ffxiv #emetselch #seraymeric #nier #nierreplicant https://www.instagram.com/p/B2AtlvjjRNk/?igshid=qn9h0vd7anlq

[brenfenwick]

A little homage to the one and only Ser Aymeric. 🏰 . . . #ffxivinstagram #ffxivscreenshots #ffxivglamour #seraymeric #elezenmen https://www.instagram.com/p/B0wRiaYH8oi/?igshid=1djf3y00m7uwb

[burnapart-blog]

Even more progress. #ffxiv #artistsoninstagram #seraymeric #aymericdeborel #finalfantasyxivheavensward #finalfantasyxiv (at The Art Institute of California - Hollywood)

[fleurite-blog]

     what events had transpired to lead to the bruising grasp  armor-clad strangers now had on her were but a blur. the bite of frigid air on her skin, the sight of her breath among falling flurries and buildings of stone, the rush of light glinting from chain and plate alike -- all of which had occurred within moments of stepping through the glowing portal. if ever there was a time she regretting taking off to another land without a guard detail at her side, this would be it.

        her lips part to demand her release, to demand an explanation, but as the cold air fills her lungs, she has to give pause. even were she yet a queen in her own world, that title would mean little to these towering men with faces obscured by iron masks. left with no way to defend herself, no title or power to hold as a bargaining chip, the rose is left with nothing but her wits and charm -- and from the speed with which these knights had reacted to her presence in their realm, she could only imagine they would be of little use. still, back straight and expression one of gentle curiosity instead of the fear that shook her every vein, she finds the courage to speak.

       “ May I ask why-- ”

      her words are cut off when one of the knights holding her by the arm orders silence from her. the tinny, muffled sound of his voice from behind his mask then speaks, and what icy fear coursed through her before only chills farther.          “ We will hear none of what you have to say. Not before you have been brought to the attention of the Congregation. ” 

          and so in silence, she carries on alongside them, not daring to question their authority nor ask for further clarification on matters. words twist and form in her mind in preparation for the supposed hearing she was being dragged to -- quite forcibly, she might add, as she winces from the vice grip on her arm -- but the words that usually so easily knit themselves into a pretty tapestry unwind before she can thread them together. how can she prepare a defense when she knows nothing of what she is accused of? her eyes remain trained on the snowy terrain until she can hear the sound of a door being thrown open ahead of her. if naught else, she is glad to be out of the elements ( such icy conditions do not agree with the Rose of Highgarden ), though her relief is short lived at the sound of her captor’s gruff tone.

          “ Lord Commander. Another outsider has come through the portal. ”  in what she would deem an unnecessary gesture -- it was clearly she that he spoke of -- he jerks her arm forward, and she takes a stumbling step to keep her balance, doe eyes ever slightly narrowed in irritation at him. 

            her irritation, however is short-lived, as her mind turns back to planning how best to escape this ordeal unscathed. she begins to formulate a plan based only upon what knowledge she has so far -- unfamiliar territory, uncomfortable with outsiders to say the least, Lord Commander -- but whatever thoughts might have lent themselves to her aid fall swiftly away                 when she turns gaze forward to meet an unexpectedly familiar sight.

@seraymeric