#syndara

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Syndara, the sculptor

[nighttal0n]

skin and eyes

Ohh boy howdy here we go.

Kadi: Toned a deep red color, Kadirayv has been described as “ruby skinned” and also “sunburnt lizard.” He tends to be a bit hot natured, liking the cold weather more than the heat. His skin is riddled with scars, the most noticeable being those found on his face, three deep claw marks running from temple to jawline. His coloration prevents people from seeing if he’s blushing, but he rarely blushes anyway. Other than his scars, his skin is smooth and clean, soft to the touch. As for his eyes, they are much like any other male Au Ra’s eyes. smaller, turned up at the end in a seemingly endless angry expression. However, the steel gray of his gaze always twinkle with untold jokes and the promise of a corny pick up line, the white ring around his eyes seems to enhance that twinkle at times. His eyelashes are thick and dark, not too long, but not too short either. His eyes are always alert, and if you look closely, you’ll see bags under them from many a sleepless night spent on patrol.

Syn: Her skin is a mild tan color from days spent out on the open sea and she enjoys the warmer temperatures, shying away from the cold whenever possible. She has her own fair share of scars, though most of hers can’t be seen by the regular passerby. She doesn’t blush too easy, instead often causing others to blush. Her skin is soft and silky, except for her hands where she has slight callouses from working on a ship. She takes great care not to let them get too rough though. Freckles are splashed across her cheekbones as well, though it may be hard to see them under the tan. Her eyes are alert, yet sultry, inviting you to follow her wherever she may go, do whatever she asks. One gold, one silver, her eyes dance and play, teasing all who get lost in them. Large eyes with the traditional cat like pupils, with long dark eyelashes to protect them.

Taj: Also tanned from working on a ship, Taj, much like his twin sister, enjoys the warmer temperatures over the cold. He has fewer scars though, the most notable being that on his shoulder, a large ropey one from a dangerous spear thrust. The poor man blushes at the slightest provocation, tan skin turning a deep red more than he’d like it too. Freckles and soft skin, but his hands are rough and calloused heavily. His eyes are mismatched as well, one gold, one silver, but instead of a playful dance, his is one of nervousness. Large eyes dart about, and struggle to hold another’s gaze. He uses his dark eyelashes as a veil, but don’t get the wrong idea. It may take this seafarer a while to warm up to people, but once he does, you’ll find that in his eyes lies the same fiery temper as Syndara, and a fierce determination to better himself. 

Zelshane: My dirty son, is just that. Dirty. He lives under the canopy of the Shroud, so his skin is pale. He dislikes both the heat and the cold, liking the crisp autumn or spring weather that’s somewhere in between. He does have scars, though they are only few, most small ones from his antics in the trees, only a few are actually from battles. His skin isn’t exactly soft, since he doesn’t take that great care of himself, but his skin is clear, thanks to some genetic miracle. When he blushes, you can see it easily, his skin turning to a bright shade of red when he is angry or embarrassed. His eyes are a light blue, almost storm gray color, with light colored eyelashes that frame them nicely. He got plenty of sleep, so no bags, just maybe some dirt and mud from the days hunts. Don’t worry, he does take baths, 2-3 times a week, so he’s not always covered in grime.

Khal: Khal has a dark purple skin tone, that is unblemished by scars. They have a birth mark though, a white bird like shape at the nape of their neck. Their skin is supple and their hands worn from years of being indoors and training as a weaver. They prefer the heat to the cold, and never blush, taking a very blunt outlook on the world. Nothing surprises them, despite them not knowing much of Eorzea and her people. Their eyes are small and bright, almost always narrowed and the dark grey of their gaze is accented by a vivid pink circle. 

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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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18. Any or all? ^^

18. Things they’ll never admit.

Kadi: Kadirayv won’t ever admit how much his lack of education upsets him. He was stolen from his homeland as a young boy, and grew up as a thief, and finally took up arms in defense of the Brume as a young adult. The only things he knows are weapons and physical labor. He’s only just now learning to read and write, and has to pay or convince someone to write his letters for him if they are too long. At the very least he has to have someone help him. He hates it, but he can’t afford to go to a school, so he has to pick up things here and there.

Syn: She’ll never admit to how much certain things scare her. And I don’t mean like, fights or enemies or even things like insects or heights. She’s scared of the things she can’t see or handle. Like her mind. Her past was traumatic and she’ll never admit to just how much it scarred her mentally. And her personal journey. She’s scared of how hard it will be and that she won’t live long enough to make it to the person that she wants to be.

Taj: Taj is a nervous fellow, and isn’t that great at keeping secrets. If pressed enough he’ll admit to just about anything. The only place he has a nice level of confidence is at sea. To be a part of a pirate crew is routine, and in routine he is calm. The one thing he’ll never admit to, no matter where he is at, is the fact that he once despised his sister. Was jealous, even. She’s always been braver, stronger, more action driven. A born leader, not scared of anything cause she always had the brains to overcome it. Taj is the opposite. And though now he has nothing but love and support for Syndara, he still holds his old secret close to his heart.

Zelshane: Zelshane doesn’t keep much to himself, mostly because he doesn’t know how. The Coeurlclaws that raised him are a rowdy bunch, and their King knows everything, but luckily for him, the King didn’t care for the midlander. Zelshane will never admit to being scared of leaving the Coeurlclaws. He knows eventually he’ll have to, but he doesn’t know how he’ll survive without them. They’re all he’s ever known and loved, having to leave them will utterly destroy him.

Khal: Khal will never admit to just how glad they are that their father is dead. It sounds cruel, but their father never let Khal be who they really are. Khal’s father had such control over both them and their mother, and both are way better off without the mean man. Khal knows how bad it sounds, and their mother would never forgive them if they voiced their joy aloud that they no longer have to deal with him.

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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 killing - Everyone

Syndara: Cocking her head to the side, Syn sets her drink down. Eyeing you warily she asks, “You tryna hire me, or sommat? Cause I ain’ averse ta it, bu’ I don’ reckon I’d jus’ kill anyone. Like ye can’ jus’ say ‘Oi Syn slit tha’ one’s throat cause ‘e looked at me wrong. Ya get wha’ I’m gettin’ at?”

Taj: The golden haired Miqo’te crossed his legs, fingering the hilt of his pistol. “I do wha’ I ‘ave ta. Tha’s all I’ll be sayin’ on tha’ matter,” he mumbles quietly.

Kadirayv: “I’ve killed quite a few, but all were for just and righteous reasons,” he states confidently, draining his mug. The Au Ra shrugs his shoulders, “Fighting’s in my blood, it’s what has kept me and my people alive. I won’t say I care for killing, but I’ll not say I’m opposed. Sometimes a kill is the best way to take care of a problem.”