MUN INFORMATION: aries | 20+ | he/him | gmt8+ | discord available for mutuals
This is an independent roleplay blog for my Viera Original Character for the setting Final Fantasy XIV and related expansions. While I write him as an NPC of my own creation as default, I am willing to write him as Warrior of Light if needed. #endwalker spoilers will be tagged! If you’d like for me to tag spoilers for older expansions, please let me know.
I am a private blog. Which means that I will only interact with you if we follow each other. If I don’t follow you back within a week, you’re welcome to unfollow as it means I do not see our writing meshing or you are simply not a roleplay blog.
ABOUT || PROMO || WOL OUTFITS || VOICE CLAIM
RULES UNDER THE CUT FOR MOBILE USE:
These are just mun preferences that I’d like people to check out in case they have questions for me or with the character I write as. They aren’t rules, but more of a reference to make roleplaying with me easier.
GENERAL
This is a roleplay blog. The character in question is my Original Character for SQUARE ENIX’s critically acclaimed MMORPG FINAL FANTASY XIV: ONLINE. His name is HATI HRODVITNIR.
This character’s lore is involved with @ventusbane and @gelusbane.
Open to criticisms and such. The game has a wide lore and I’m not above missing information. I would like to be corrected if there are errors in my portrayal that I do not know of.
I’m all caught up with MAIN SCENARIO quests and SIDE QUESTS, so this profile will not be spoiler free. I’ll do my best to tag nevertheless.
This blog is NSFW. Sexual themes, violence, illegal substance, black market themes will be present here to name a few and will not be limited to such.
Have no shipping preference, but of course will not ship with minor writers/characters. I am 20+ and fine with NSFW but only with my fellow adults.
I am multi-ship and multi-verse!
Tracking the tag #TELLUSBANE. Feel free to also mention me via @TELLUSBANE. If you see that I haven’t liked your thing for me within three days, please let me know! I might have missed the notification.
Discord is available upon request. I also manage a Discord server for any players primarily from the North American Data Center, but those outside of it are free to hang out. Let me know if you want in!
Please don’t rush me to do replies.
Just let me know if you want to interact with Hati.
Please don’t hesitate to shorten your reply to me whenever. I don’t care about matching lengths, but I do try to match my partner as best as I can.
All ask responses are welcome to be continued!
BLOG
I am very accepting of other Original and Multi Characters. My only limit is real life people such as celebrities, politicians, youtubers, etc.
I like aesthetic and GPOSE blogs, but I am a roleplay blog and therefore would only really follow other roleplay blogs. I prefer it if you have a proper tagging system in place as well.
I’d appreciate it if you won’t steal any writing I do on this blog.
When writing with fellow masc presenting characters, I usually refer to my partner character as THEY/THEM. This is to avoid confusion and not at all an attempt to misgender your muse. If this bothers you, please inform me!
Icons or pretty graphics are not required to interact with me.
Will probably remain dash only.
CHARACTER
I only write Hati within the Final Fantasy verse. Doesn’t matter if it’s from other titles within the series. I’d love to interact!
I could give writing him with other fandoms a shot provided I’m familiar with the source material or you’d be willing to inform me about it. Some fandoms I know: Dislyte, Genshin Impact, Drakengard and Nier Series, Other Final Fantasy Games, Fate Series, Persona Series, Resident Evil etc.
Will write WOL!Hati at any given point of MSQ. If undetermined, I will default to ENDWALKER!HATI.
Pre-established relationships as WOL will not be altered or reset.
The muse as WOL is canonically a powerhouse. This isn’t me god-modding in any way, but know that you initiate any combat interactions of the sort, he won’t fall down easily.
All kinds of relationships are welcome in this blog.
indie warrior of light ( FFXIV ) roleplay blog as revered by aries .
#WHEN DOES A COMET BECOME A METEOR ? — will these actions haunt my days? every man i've slain? is the price i pay endless pain? close your eyes and spare yourself the view. how could i hurt you? forgive me, FORGIVE me.
#CHARMINGBRUTE — a lot of people are going to get hurt tomorrow. all we can do is stand in the way of that and say, 'NOT THEM. ME. IF YOU NEED TO HURT SOMEONE, HURT ME.' because the alternative is to look at someone else, someone weaker and more vulnerable, and tell them that you want them to be hurt instead of you.
A smile is offered in return, quiet and coupled with a nod. “Still thou hath the commendable fortitude to return from that treading.” And it is commendable. The Warrior of Light has struggled for and lost more than most any, despite being among them for a relatively short time. Yet here he stands, still strong as a hero is said to be, and still holding on to the dream of a coming dawn.
Hopefully that sincerity comes across in the saying. “…I have.” Ah, where did that redirection come from? He was caught off guard by it, slightly unbalanced. “Yet I prefer to focus on that which I yet have not, and thus may still hold on to. Honour that which I hath lost in the carrying on. …As I must admit, it does well as a reminder that despair is no sort of memorial.”
There came a satisfied smirk, at first genuine before it settles thinly and his gaze once again fluttered about elsewhere. He seemed in search of aught, long-winded stare devoted into a figure that isn't there or has never been. Whatsoever was amiss, he couldn't speak of it. He did not have the words to describe what it was that left him so incomplete.
"How was it?" he continued, fiddling on the button upon his coat as though it made breathing easier. "Seeing Moenbryda’s parents once more? Have you forgiven yourself yet?" For things Urianger was not at fault for. For things Urianger believed he could have done but did not.
@archaeoelysian asked: ❝ don’t play at being a hero. you have got yourself mixed up in a dangerous affair. ❞
What rot? Being a hero is easy. Being a hero means having excuses to do what he wanted. It meant hiding behind principles, hiding behind reprehensible decisions and fooling himself that it has to be done for it is what is right and proper. What insufferable cunt would wish to punish himself in that sort of suffering? He is no bloody hero. He'd go to sleep at night wondering what he could have done differently. He'd wake up praying things were different. Not being a hero means there are regrets to have and he has to live with it. What would an Amaurotine such as Hermes know of being one? If there were heroes, they've not dressed themselves yet. Indeed, they fashion themselves with the garb of the gilded still.
“Make no mistake,” he gritted his teeth, disliking this battle he was forced to have. “The fact of the matter that I haven’t torn your neck yet is due to my not being a hero, but if a hero is what you seek, let us banish what friendship we have shared.”
Positivity anon is here and wishing you a Happy New Year! Is there anything in 2023 in particular that you'd like to accomplish with your muse? Or, is there a desired plot that you'd like to do? ♡ I hope you have a very lovely weekend!
i honestly would just be happy if i could write in one sitting without getting tired. i miss being able to pump out replies fast and in a consistent pace. lately it felt like i’m always in this constant battle against myself and i hate it. happy new year as well! as for plot... i actually am boring and would just want to have some slice of life kind of threads where nothing wrong happens and people are just... doing what they love or enjoying domesticity.
i would say hati fights dirty, or is dirty even the right word? traditional viera especially those raised to guard the woods simply don’t ask questions. if you come to their territory, there’s no such thing as greetings or explaining yourself. you’d immediately be killed and no part of you will be delivered home and you will be forgotten.
naturally, arriving to eorzea had shaped him to become more docile. he’d at least not automatically assume that anyone’s out there to bite him by the neck. but if you do meet him in an area where battle is commonplace or expected, don’t expect any show of honor. he’ll do what it takes to not be on the losing side because they weren’t taught how to accept defeat.
he has never attached glory to battle. to him, there’s nothing pretty about it and there’s nothing to be proud of with violence. this makes him thoroughly incompatible with chivalrous characters or basically anyone who takes even a little bit of pride in their combat prowess. after all, what is there to celebrate in one’s capacity to harm? to murder? if they could protect their home and everything they cherish without violence, they would. it just so happens that they must learn how to survive.
( 🐇 ) SHE’D MADE A DECISION yet their companion that was off ahead of them decided that the right one was not the right choice to make. hm, alright. her nose scrunched up in mild annoyance but she put it away so it not show in completion considering the present company. she knew who their lalafellin companion was but due to request she did naught express the reality OF THE SITUATION.
< I SUPPOSE. WE ARE here to help her after all. feels less simple than the left or right but WE WILL HANDLE it, no ? >
"Something like that."
The door opened without any difficulties. Can't say he liked the increasing thickness of the sewer stench, but one couldn't afford to be picky at this time. He motioned towards the entrace, hardly caring if his companions would rather devote more time into sightseeing. He could be doing other things, but here he was. Oddly enough, there are sounds that did not belong to them and it wasn't just the rush of dirty water.
"Have care. We do not know what lies ahead. All I can tell you is that the traces are quite heavy. Be on your guard."
Hati could smell it. There's a lingering fear surrounding her presence but the source was hardly here. Her present circumstances not withstanding, it didn't take much to conclude that there are horrors that she was not a stranger of. Marks on the skin for one, the tone of her voice another. What will she do if he's to leave her here by her lonesome? He couldn't guarantee that someone else will come to her aid. That someone with good intentions will accompany her. That she will not end up in bigger danger than she's already in. He believed her. Children don't really know how to lie. Whenever they do, they're quite awful at it and it's easy to see through the falsehoods which spring from their lips.
He eyed the stag upon her careful hands, worn out and have seen winters come and go. It must be a precious item she couldn't afford to let go. At present, it might be the only thing that's giving her comfort due to it being a semblance of home or at least her family.
At her response, he couldn't help but scoff. Bad things, eh? He would say that it's what all adults do. Sometimes it's necessary to survive, to even have some fragile notion of self-worth. "Your father would fit right in here," he made an attempt to lighten the air once again. "This unfortunately the land where many pillaging occur. Laws are in place, but many believe they're made to be broken. Ah, don't be like them... or us, rather."
Well, he shouldn't have said that. It was revealing more of himself than he had liked. Even so, there's something about speaking with younger folks that makes one... just as honest.
"Noble girl, aren't you?" No mere commoner would know a curtsy like so and do it with such grace. He knelt down before her, not out of respect for her lineage or royalty, but to speak to her discreetly. "I'd need you to discard courtesy for now, any wealthy people habits you may know. You'd attract unwarranted attention and that will put a target on your back, little one." He could only hope that no one had seen her. It's not a cursty that a commoner or mere beggar could imitate even with desperate practice. Anyone might find her easy prey if they believe her important enough to be held captive.
He stood in full height, weaving a sigh. Ser, eh? It’s been awhile since he was last addressed that formally. "I'm no Ser, but follow me. Let us ask around the Adventurer's Guild. The old man there might know a thing or two."
Oh, there she’d gone again. Talking about Papalymo when he couldn’t talk for himself (anymore). She shook her head.
“No one important!” A lie, for certain. Important to her, but not to the world at large. Her best friend and stalwart ally… Yda put her hands on her hips and shakes her head, a sigh passing her lips. “If you’re sure you can calm it, but don’t cry to me when it bonks you over the head!”
One who's not attuned to the presence of the Wood will surely get 'bonked' as she so put it. Thankfully, he had learned the method of keeping such dangerous creatures from attacking anyone in sight.
Without another word, he claimed his spot on one of its branches with a swift jump. He had whispered something in its ear, not that it had any to begin with, and the treant murmured. It didn't take much to tame it, really.
Almost instinctually, a hiss tore itself from her throat. “I’m perfectly fine!” A nerve had most certainly been struck. “You don’t know me. At all.” Her ears flattened back a bit, “You’d do best not to assume.”
Another hiss, this one entirely involuntary. Perhaps it was the lack of sleep, trauma, or both, but she found paranoid thoughts creeping in and spiraling. Did he really know that much, or was he just bluffing? How did he know that much? Should she be taking this seriously…?
Her free hand felt at her side, silently- unfortunately- reminding herself that she did not have a knife on her in case things went wrong.
Well, there was naught to fear in any case. He was not about to cause a scene in the middle of the day and if anyone's stupid enough to cross blades with the Warrior of Light, it'd not be him. He doesn't know her, that much is true. There is no such thing as truly knowing anyone, not even the people one spends their whole life with. Each individual are alone in their absolute thoughts and honesty is not enough a bridge to fully connect with others.
He continued to walk away, hands buried deep in the pockets of his weathered pants. They've seen better days. In spite of it, they'll not be met with any repairs. He had grown to like the texture of every tear.
“Not all of us are blessed with a long enough lifespan to indulge in such ways- Life is precious but for most it is also short- we don’t always have all the time we would like to spend on long, romantic walks and slow realms of courting.” A shame, truly- who wouldn’t want to be longed for and chased in such a way? The thought was almost swoon-worthy.
“Vaux, darling~ You can call me Vaux~” A pause; “And do I get the pleasure of knowing yours-?”
Bah, as expected. How utterly inconsiderate of him to not consider the mortality of others. While he was not immune to the touch of death, it's plain true that he has a longer life than most. If there's aught to speak about it, it's the fact that he has already extinguished his candle way beyond what the green word would allow. Give it to Wood Mother to simply believe it is not his time yet.
"Hati will do. Then, to cut time even shorter,
what is it that you expect out of this, dear Vaux?"
puts sterrh and hati in the same room. i have no idea what to do w em rn but i wanna. im alright w plotting on disc as well if you dont got any ideas either :v
@verbeast
Hati is literally just standing there. He should address the elephant on the room (or should he say cat in this scenario?) and be done with it. Then again, why should he? This is his territory, or workplace rather. If they need aught from him, they’d learn how to speak and make use of their mouth. If not, there are many attendants that’ll come to their aid.
So... what in seven heaven and hells are they staring at for?
( 🐇 ) HER EXPRESSION SHIFTED to one of apology as she glanced off to the side as he opened the door - it was late and she felt rather bad for the intrusion but, duty called she supposed. she looked back to him from the carriage of bodies that she had to deliver, SHAKING HER HEAD.
< NO .. SORRY .. they would have begun to smell otherwise. not all of them are wholly intact. it was .. an ordeal if i could PUT IT LIGHTLY. >
See, they could've avoided this 'ordeal' if only they could use a linkpearl to communicate. While ringing it would've done its job of notifying him that pick up is ready, not knowing where to claim the bodies would've been a new problem altogether.
Instead of digging through the matter deeper, he inspected the bodies one by one. All in acceptable condition, save for a few... torn parts whatsoever. "Come on in while I move these to the mortuary." He's got... tea.
( 🐇 ) THE FACT THAT HATI had practically accepted the gift rather than questioning it at all made her chest warm in a comforting way. she was happy that he liked it, that fact clear with how both her hands remained together as she smiled ( and, out of view, her tail wiggling briefly in excitement ). she watches the little thing as it’s gaze does not remain in one place, her ears arching upward in a position to be ready for anything that may appear TO SURPRISE THEM.
SHE BLINKS AT the question of names - ah, yes, that needs to be figured out as well. < i like that one .. reminds me OF HOME SOME. >
Home. Wood Mother knows since when was the last time he felt delusional enough to think about it. He remembered it all- the smell of culverin powder in the air, the screams that awakened all of the land, the tear upon the ground and the scorch of a long and outstretched fire. Were he to return once it's finally safe to do so, he doubted it'd ever feel like the home he knew.
"She likes it," he replied in an absolute tone, giving its tiny body a light touch. "That's what she said."
