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"Nothing ever ends poetically. It ends and we turn it into poetry. All that blood was never once beautiful. It was just red."
RP-Blog for Ser Flavien de Fortemps from FFXIV. selective | multi-para | multi-verse written by Vii follows back from @thevii ask | rules | muse | mun | verses
“What a load of sodding bollocks.”
“Well, aren’t we in a good mood today?”
“Passionately so. Flowers may as well be falling from my nostrils.”
An amused chuckle followed his companions words. "Wouldn't that be a sight."
But he wasn't here to ridicule him for his bad mood. Instead, he reached to retrieve a small leatherbound journal from a pocket of his tunic. He noticed the other man dropping it yesterday on his way out when a call to arms came rather suddenly, and Flavien had picked it up after, only now returning it because the opportunity hadn't presented itself before.
He didn't know what was written within, didn't know much of Aloux himself, aside from his prowess with a weapon for that matter; only that the other man could be seen jotting down notes into his little journal time and time again while being fiercely protective of its contents otherwise.
"I believe this is yours," he said.
“What a load of sodding bollocks.”
"Well, aren't we in a good mood today?"
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RP-Blog for Ser Flavien de Fortemps from FFXIV. selective & private | multi-para | multi-verse | multi-ship
written by Vii - follows back from @thevii
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Hollow and heavy was the sound of armored boots upon stone flooring as it echoed through the ancient halls. A hand reached out to touch a wall as he walked, fingertips idly following the lines of it. It was cold to the touch, just as he remembered; as it had always been. The buildings of old remained the same for decades, centuries -- millenia after all.
Much like him.
Flavien let out a heavy sigh as he turned a corner. The sight before him was still the same, even though hundreds of years had passed since the very first time he set foot into these halls. His visits had become fewer and far inbetween. The last of which lay nigh fifteen years in the past now, or mayhap it had already been twenty...but who was counting? It didn't matter.
Not anymore.
Aquamarine eyes gazed upon a heavy door that now lay before him and it stared back, unmoving. It showed signs of use, of age, and when he turned the handle it creaked, as did the hinges when the door swung open. He remembered a time when it opened in perfect silence, but that was years and years and years ago.
The room behind was dark. No candle burned, no window offered any illumination. The only source of light was that which Flavien brought in by opening the door and wasn't that ironic in it's own right?
He walked further into the room without looking for a torch or lantern. He knew the way by heart. A few more steps and he was able to make out the outline of what he was here to see -- who he was here to see.
"Hello old friend," he whispered, stepping closer still as he gently lay a hand upon the smooth surface of the coffin. "It has been a while."
headcanon
As a boy, Flavien was bit by a chocobo during a visit to the Holy stables. Due to his young age the pain in combination with the huge size of the bird in comparison to his own at the time led to a rather irrational fear of Ishgard's preferred steeds for the better part of his life.
As an adult he has learned to stay in control of said fear most of the time, as there is simply no way to entirely avoid working with chocobos as a knight of Ishgard, but he stays away from them as best he can unless it is absolutely necessary to work with them on an assignment.
Needless to say he is still tense whenever he is surrounded by the birds and mostly leaves the tending of them to others.
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name: Vii age: 21+ pronouns: she/her nationality: German, not a native English speaker, so please point out any mistakes! rp-experience: 10+ years in general; 4+ years on tumblr
style: I write mostly multi-paragraph style or even up to novella type posts, but I can do shorter responses as well. I’m not a fan of one-sentence type rp unless it’s as an answer to an ask or dashboard commentary.
characters penned in the past: Anders (Dragon Age II), Poe Dameron (Star Wars), Obi-Wan (Star Wars), James T. Kirk (Star Trek 2009), Leonard “Bones” McCoy (Star Trek 2009), Reno (FF7), Biggs (FF7/FF/R), Sephiroth (FF7), Nida (FF8), Jenova (FF7), various fantasy/sci-fi ocs, etc….
name: Flavien de Fortemps race: Ishgardian Elezen gender: cis male sexuality: bisexual age: 32 height: ~202cm hair color: black eye color: aquamarine personality: loyal, caring, melancholic, tactical but reckless at times (He is a Fortemps after all)
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"Ishgard of Old" verse
A knight in service of the crown, loyal to a fault, capable, honest and ready to lay down his life if it means the royal family prevails.
He is proud to serve alongside formidable knights in the fight against Nidhogg and his brood and feels more and more able to take on the world with every battle won.
But pride goeth before destruction.
survival verse
They didn't know. How could they possibly have known?
Consuming Ratatoskr's flesh for strength; for the means to fight on a scale beyond mortal limits, had seemed like the only choice. The right choice. But none of them knew what it would entail, what it would mean to inherit the strength of a being able to live for eons.
It changed them, all of them, and beyond the power it gifted them. Very few of them had opportunity to realize this before the brood came for their heads, seeking revenge. Not long after the Four High Houses were established as the new leaders of Ishgard their counts were picked off one by one. Felled in battle all of them, some earlier than others.
But not even twenty years should pass before he saw them all dead and burried. And be it skill, the will of the Fury, or simple luck: Flavien was spared such a fate -- or denied it, if one considered what came after.
It occured to him much later, just how deeply the change had affected him. Decades had come and gone since the day Lord Haldrath left the burden of rule to his companions, and only when he, too, was locked away inside a coffin, unchanged in looks from the day they parted ways, did Flavien stop to really think.
With his heart still struck with grief, older and more recent alike, Flavien turned to his family for support as he had done so many times before. Some sorrow was soothed when he laid eyes on his sons. Especially watching hid oldest son -- now a young man rather than a child -- practice his swordsmanship filled his chest with pride and love, but when he turned to smile at his wife and tell her so, Flavien really saw the greying of her hair for the first time, took proper note of the wrinkles becoming ever more visible on her face -- all while he remained the same as he had been on that fateful day.
It seemed the dragon's flesh had not only granted him strength, but a longer lifespan as well. His aging was slowed, halted even. He quickly realized that he would not be able to conceal the truth about what he and his companions did much longer should he remain in Ishgard. Questions would arise which he would not be able to answer without breaking the oath he had sworn.
And so he made a decision.
With a heavy heart, he devised a plan to fake his own death and disappear. The last of the Knight's twelve vanished, leaving the ruling of Ishgard to the next generation.
From then on he was left to roam the world for centuries, his appearance unchanging, but his conscious heavy with grief for losses old and new. An age old lie weighs on his heart to this day, but he continues to guard the secret, to hold it close to his chest.
After all, it is all he has left.
ABOUT THIS RP BLOG & THE MUN:
• you can call me vii • this is a sideblog from @thevii and will follow back from there • mun/muse over 21 • mun is not a native speaker of English • replies may take up to a week (1-3 days is most likely) • literate/descriptive/multi-para-style • semi-selective • open to ask memes from anyone
IN GENERAL:
• selective • canon typical violence • plotlines of any kind are welcome, adventure, romance, crack, fluff, angst hit me up we’ll probably find some common ground • I don’t queue replies, only aesthetic posts and so on > if I owe you I want you to get that reply as soon as possible • general warning: NSFW possible [will be tagged NSFW and be under a read more]
ABOUT RP-MEMES:
• I don’t care how long ago I reblogged something - send the meme • I don’t care if our muses met before - send the meme • I don’t care if we follow each other - send the meme • I don’t care if we never interacted before - send the meme • I don’t care if you already send 52849412 memes - send the meme • I don’t care if we have 20 threads already - send the meme • SEND. THE. MEME.
ABOUT ROMANTIC SHIPS:
• multi-ship • I love ships and chances are I already ship our characters in one way or another. So, lets go! • I ship chemistry and am open to what nature the ship is > friends, friends with benefits, partners in crime, frenemies, enemies, enemies with benefits and whatever else there is • also: unrequited feelings • when I say ship I’m mostly interested in the get together part. Many of my muses won’t do well in a domestic scenario, which does not mean I will never rp them. It just means it will probably take a lot of plotting and rping to get to a point where domestic scenarios make sense. With that being said, I’m a sucker for the friends to lovers, reluctant friends to lovers, or enemies to lovers kind of trope. Give me a plot where they have to outrun bad guys together, or where they are mortal enemies that kind of have the hots for one another. Overall muses dealing with high stakes in general while also falling for another person is my jam, give me pining, give me tension. I’m here for it.
SMUT:
• won’t write smut with minors • it will be tagged nsfw • it will be under a cut • I’m game for rping most things, just ask, I won’t judge • BUT please refrain from writing: > spanking
VERSES:
• canon verse and slight divergences preferred > meaning: I follow canon unless plot calls for something else
TRIGGERS:
• I don’t have any triggers • mention of torture will be tagged with “tw: torture” • mention of death will be tagged “tw: death” • also I’m not a fan of gore so please keep fights and injuries reasonable
THINGS I WILL NOT RP:
• scat/watersports • vore • explicit torture
