#srx:wmage

[spirakrp]

( … you see them? that’s park chaeyoung, or commonly referred as eden. they’re a twenty-one year old citizen of gaia working towards the white mage class! please welcome them!! content warnings for abandonment, violence, death. )

.01 //   the circumstances surrounding chaeyoung’s birth are an enigma.

what she’s told is that she was found swaddled within the arms of a trembling, frantic woman, fear swimming within her eyes as she speaks about how a widow can’t raise a child upon her own, how she doesn’t want the baby to follow in her tragic footsteps – giving chaeyoung up, essentially. rumors have it that they were adventures themselves, that her mother had just barely escaped death but her father wasn’t as lucky. it’s a choice made out of an impulse decision and she understands – it’s where she got it from, after all. it’s not something she thinks about all that much.

.02 //   she’s taken in and raised by an older, loving couple within a clan of nomads, always traveling and never staying in one place at a time for too long. it’s here that chaeyoung is given the name eden and she learns her morality: that the earth was the one to be exalted for what she has given us, and all of the creatures residing upon the planet were to be respected as one. there’s a deep affinity towards magick within the sect and she finds herself training within the white mage class from a young age, drawn to healing the weak and never the one to strike first within any kind of battle or disagreement. it’s enough to feel content in, but for some reason the girl still never feels like there’s a place for her within the group – not a complete outsider, but she doesn’t really fit in exactly, either.

.03 //   her travels are where beliefs are put into practice – they never stay in any area for too long, always leaving upon a certain kind of feeling that she learns to pick up as she ages. it doesn’t make leaving any easier, however, especially when she gazes at her domiciled peers and their relationships, their memories, how she would never be able to accumulate cherished memoirs in the same way they did. she supposes that the trade off is better – the hands on discovery of different cultures, facing monsters and the overwhelming sense of respect that they demand up close – even going so far as to tend to small, weak monsters that were left battered in reckless battle – along with seeing sights that one wouldn’t find within the safety of their abode. it fulfills the adventurer in her somewhat, and it allows her to understand that this is what she was put on this earth for. this was her purpose.

.04 //   all is well until she turns nineteen. eden is deep in slumber, resting underneath the stars with the rest of her clan, a temporary stop of rest upon their way to gaia whenever a pack of coeurls lunge towards them in ambush. the people of her clan were small in number and easily outnumbered – the only thing eden remembers from that night are the screams of the defenseless ( non-magick users ), her heart pounding in her ears and light soles pummeling the ground as she runs through the dark night; pure instinct to just run. she doesn’t remember how far she went or how long she ran, or how she was even able to escape or rest for the night without as much of a scratch ( she thought one was even following her, possibly ). what she does remember is attempting to travel back to the location at sunset, only to find torn remains and keepsakes in the area, but no sign of life. they were gone, and she was alone.

( but that was her fault this time, wasn’t it? )

.05 //   it turns out that she – they – weren’t that far from gaia, but she thinks of the journey on the way to the city as a form of metamorphosis. she vows not to flea from a battle again if there’s someone that needs protection, no matter how daunting it looks. ( and it’s how she found her chocobo, nala ) it’s here that she learns how to speak up for herself, gains many skills as she meets several people ( and is desperate need of money, shelter, food ) – and it’s her adaptive nature that allows her to be quick on the uptake, learns that she can help them out in exchange for currency. a hired jack of all trades, no day is similar to the other and it’s something that she’s come to enjoy – something that’s she good at without compromising her values. it fits, and it also helps bring her to gaia.

.06 //   gaia is her place. not necessarily home, but it’s better than other cities she’s visited, more welcoming, a lot more safe, and less harsh to someone with her personality. the nomad upbringings still live within her, which is why she’s always on the go somewhere, never staying at jobs, relationships, places, with hobbies – for too long. there are times that she might travel outside of the safety of the city for a some time, possibly on the search for group of people that are familiar to her – but something always keeps pulling her back here, for some reason.

( maybe it’s the sense of belonging, somehow. )

[spirakrp]

( ... you see them? that’s moon jisun, or commonly referred as babyface. they’re a twenty-three year old citizen of gaia under avalanche support working towards the white mage class. please welcome them!! content warnings for death, violence. ) 

Jisun’s life was particularly simple even under the jurisdiction of the Shinhwa Corporation. A life in the outer districts, far from the city and the inherent protection of the soldiers and military power, but it was a happy life nonetheless. Jisun spent the majority of his childhood looking up to his parents, people who loved to work on the land and live off of it, and they just wanted their son to live a life full of love and joy. Jisun’s father had rejected the way the Shinhwa were doing things, not convinced in their methods, but he was nothing but a lowly farmer, growing food and raising chocobo as best as he could with only the help from his young son and wife. Everyday they worked and everyday they loved, Jisun’s curiosity only growing everyday as his antics became more and more grand. He’s ride chocobo and sleep with them in the barn, his parents usually finding him in the middle of a few of them nestled as they all slept with and around him. He was a boy who didn’t understand that he was poor because to Jisun he already had all he needed, his family, chocobos, and happiness.

One day the boy and his family ventured a bit far from their farm in search for more ingredients to grow and sell, but Jisun only being a child wanted nothing more to do than play hide and seek with his parents. The moment he became restless, his doting father agreed, but asked him not to stray too far as they went to count. Jisun found himself in an abandoned warehouse, finding an old wardrobe to hide in as he heard his parents nearing. As they called out to him and searched, he was watching from the little opening in the wardrobe, and suddenly a roar was heard and Jisun saw his parent’s eyes widen. It was a monster, and before the boy could even move, the red dragon barreled towards his parents and devoured them. Jisun was there frozen in fear as the dragon took off, and it took a few hours for the boy to finally get out of the wardrobe and cry all the way back home. The dragon’s sighting attracted people to the scene who wanted to make sure no one was one, and the ones  who found the seven year old bawling as he called out for his parents who could never come back. They were people that just like his parents didn’t like the regiment in which they lived under, finding the way Shinhwa did things less than savory. He was taken in and given a home after that, and ever since then the boy has blamed himself for his parent’s death, promising himself that he’d never let anybody die in his presence, becoming a prominent and powerful white mage in his own right.

[spirakrp]

( … you see them? that’s jeon jeongguk, or commonly referred as tokki. they’re a twenty year old citizen of gaia under avalanche support working towards the white mage class. please welcome them!! content warnings for parental death. )

jeongguk is born into a life so ordinary, he’s always wondered if his story would be interesting to know about.

(but every story is worth hearing.)

he plays with his toys, eats his vegetables– he’s always in bed two minutes before his bedtime, and he never raises his voice at his parents. he’s a filial child, and he’s always grown up wondering and wishing for something different to come along. something to spice up his life, even if it’s just a tiny bit.

(what a wrong wish to make.)

what he remembers the most vividly when everything began to change was the soldier’s that stared at him– blaring lights across their skin as the blood paled from his own. an unfortunate incident– at the wrong place, at the wrong time. jeongguk’s too young to really understand the reasoning, but he just knows at the age of thirteen, his parents are dead and gone and he’s all alone.

with no family to take him on, he’s dropped in the city’s local orphanage. it’s not entirely too bad– he makes friends, he has shelter and food; but the sting of having his family there and then stripped away so quickly leaves deep scars in his psyche. along with the suspicion that the soldiers knew more than they let on– jeongguk takes to the streets in between mandatory schooling through the orphanage.

on the streets he discovers districts eight and nine, and in that he discovers avalanche too, years later.

jeongguk knows that there’s more to avalanche that meets the eye. knows that they have their own path, their own goals– and while perhaps they might not be the same as his, they’ve given him another sense of purpose once again. given him more friends, motivation, a drive to live once more.

it’s also better than the alternative– because jeongguk may have been thirteen back then, distraught and naive, but he knows there’s more behind his parents death than shinhwa had ever told him.

and he’s determined to see that story until the end.