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[kururu]

HOW TO RP: Call out who you wanna RP with, and I'll reply ASAP!

IVALICIANS: I can RP more, I just don't have accounts for them. And I do prefer AU a lot, but can play canon!

Basch Fon Rosenburg

CANON: Can play from any canon point. Prefer to play from either very early canon or post-RW.
ruinimpendent
AU 1: Basch is also Belias. This is a fun AU to play. Can play at same canon points as canon.
gentlegigas

Larsa Ferrinas Solidor

CANON: Like Basch, can play from any canon point. Prefer to play post-canon, however. For Larsa, I use the same journal for every version of him.
AU 1: Occuria!Larsa - Larsa was given Occurian blood to stop an illness, and is developing godly powers. (I also have Balthier from this AU, but will only bring him out for certain people.)
hipotion

Ramza Beoulve

CANON: I prefer to play Ramza from early canon, so he can develop differently.
throw_stone
AU 1: Scratched Disk, the cute creepypasta friend. Self-aware, Ramza can jump between worlds and simply desires to find and save Alma.
scratched_disk

EORZEANS: Right now, all of my Eorzeans are AU ONLY characters.

Urianger Augerelt

Miscarlet - as i nickname him = is a result of Ramza... a man who has been broken though going though the multiverse. Oh, and he's also part-Ascian. He can vary from seeming as he used to be, to being very broken and creepy - I depend to change it depending on who he's RPing with, and when he is from in his timeline.
arcaniststaff

Alisaie Leveilleur

Alisaie (and her Alphinaud) took on the primal essences of Bahamut and Phoenix, to prevent them from being summoned again. And corrupted them into half-Primal beings. With her new power, Alisaie and Alphinaud still seek a way to cure those they've tempered.
corruptedcoil

Haurchefant Greystone

He was revived as a dragon, and can now shift between the two freely. However, he has lost his ability to see his family or Ishgard due to being a dragon.

Nero Tol Scaeva

He is a Lalafell. Comes in 2 flavours:
He was messing with Allag tech and it turned him this way OR he was corrupted by Void.

Comments

here u go

[shieldless]

[ Haurchefant usually ends up roaming the snows of the Central Highlands - and defending people, even with his horn showing and being blamed as a heretic.

It really hurts when knights strike him back. ;3 But hey, feel free to bump into him there. Or in town around Gridiana, he oft goes there to shop and get tended to. Even if he gets a few stares. ]

[sweetnessandfight]

[The latter, then, might be why the little Au Ri summoner (currently in scholar flavor, with Eos hovering nearby) has her teal eyes fixed on him. Despite the fact that she's standing at the summoning bell, while her dark Miqo'te retainer tries to get her attention, and fails.

Eventually she leaves off harassing poor Andesine, and steps over, a small smile on her face.]

Pardon my brashness, ser, but have we met? I could have sworn I've seen you before...

[shieldless]

[ It is his eyes which seem to widen more, as he sees the small summoner. Placing a hand to his horn - almost to shield it - he gives a smile. ]

Perhaps you have mistaken me for-- [ a gulp, as he shakes his head. By the fury, these lies are harsh, but if his life were to get out.. ]. another.

[ But his body language says otherwise. He almost looks like he was going to give a hug! ]

[sweetnessandfight]

Oh. You have my apologies, then... [And as if she wanted to tug on his heartstrings yet more, she looks so disappointed. Nor does she seem terribly inclined to give up on speaking to him, either.]

What brings you to Gridania, then, ser?

[She might not extol the Shroud's virtues, but that would be because she's Lominsan at heart. Still, she tilts her head and watches him, birdlike, bright and alert. And friendly, clearly.]

[shieldless]

[ Oh. Ohh... he visibly sags as well, looking around - that, and he loved seeing all these adventurers. In other lives, they could be one that he cared for so deeply. And he so wishes he could tell the truth, but who would believe him? Who would... not have him killed? ]

Well - it's the closest city-stage I may visit. Close to where I adventure - and they get in the freshest Greens for my splendid ally!

[ Of course he stays with a Chocobo - though they were only an adolescent, stabled outside the gates. His mood seems to have bounced back - stance strong, as always. ]

And what of you, Sarangerel?

[ ...haurche bby. The name had just slipped out, honestly. ]

[sweetnessandfight]

[She had loved Haurchefant--perhaps not been in love, but she had called him heart-brother, to those she was closest to, family and friends alike. And when she had lost him, well.

She'd sworn to crush Thordan's heart in her fist, is what she had done. Not that Sara had actually gotten to it, yet. Azys Lla, not surprisingly, had distracted her. She'd become a summoner because Allag had fascinated her. Perhaps a flash of guilt crosses her face, even as her eyes widen and her voice drops to the tiniest of whispers.]

Haurche?

[shieldless]

[ People could be watching. But, then, he lifts his loose-fitting shirt... and there is a scar shaped like a strike of lightning, right where the spear hit him.

A pause, before he lets it drop - and gives a nod. Voice low (he cannot let others hear), he spoke. ]

I... am not as I was, but I live. You must understand - I am not meant to be.

[ Because he is cursed by the blood of dragons. Even if he has heard some of the truth, your worldview cannot change in a single day. ]

NO. here U go

[falseheart]

[It pays, he's always said, to keep moving around regularly. To keep cycling citystates. Citystates are best; smaller towns allow his face to become too readily known, but citystates let him keep anonymity amongst the great unwashed. He really doesn't mind. Those who want him for repeat meetings will find him out, and those who look for him when he doesn't want to be found will have to search for every scruffy Duskwight.

For the past week, he's been staying in Ul'dah. Pearl Lane, more precisely; although the reputation it has is well-earned and well-heeded, the few who run through blindly are always rich, stressed adventurers. Too easy to bump them or cast a smile their way and then rob them blind while they sleep things off later on, which is exactly what he's done today.

Which is why he has what appears to be a box of sweets and a box of honey cakes, both unopened but clearly labelled in delicate writing. Must've cost the poor mage he'd just come away from ever so much coin. But he's waiting before he tucks in, even though he can smell the honey cakes. Just have to wait; she'll come find him before long.]

fak u kya

[falserose]

[ It didn't take long. After all, she was not a fan of the bustle of most of the cities. Too many people on the main streets. Though she could play the part of accepting it, it was tiring putting on a noble accent and acting as if she belonged.

Her footsteps light, however, her body seemed to calm. The mask she used to hide her face quickly slipped off - replacing them with a pair of dark sunglasses. And a smile, of course. Not the sort she fooled people with to do her job, but the sort which meant... ]

Ya waited.

[ She didn't expect it. But she gives a slight hand movement - she wasn't followed. ]

u dont fukin own me! god

[falseheart]

[Ah, yet another way they differ; still, it just means that no one really notices that they apparently work together (and so no one thinks to follow one to get both) if they work in different circles. He moves with the crowd, she moves with a little more space to her so people can appreciate the mimicry more, and it just works.

He likes things working. Which is why he likes Faya so much, probably.]

...'Course I did, dummy; these're fresh. Figure you could do with a pick-me-up, yeah? [He returns her smile with a similarly genuine one, spreading the boxes on the stone in front of him and tapping them both. Not the cleanest locale they're in right now, but it's a damn sight better than not eating at all.] Now y'just gotta choose; cakes, or candies? Had a quick snoop while I waited, like; can't choose m'self.

...Sorry 's not somethin' hot 'n meaty, but culls ain't in th'habit of luggin' hams 'round with 'em.

maybe i do did you think of that???

[falserose]

[ It felt so good to drop the accent - she beams as she replies, looking over the goods - gloves falling off of her hands. ]

Y'don't know already? The candy, duh! [ She says, picking them up with the quickest of movements. ] And don't worry 'bout it. If I wanted somethin' hot, I'd head back t'the desert, yeah?

[ She is so casual, as she talks - but, unlike with her marks, she's letting herself drop the obnoxious level of cheerfulness it takes to pretend. A pang of tiredness enters her voice. ]

Anythin' else good?

YOU MAY NOT TAKE MY PRIDE.....BUT YOU MAY TAKE MY FREEDOM

[falseheart]

Hey, y'know me; all sweet shite's th'same t'me. [Aka: he won't actually eat any of this, but he can't just up and say that he stole two boxes of expensive sweets just for her, that'd embarrass both of them.

Instead, Ai just takes her gloves and neatly folds them up, eyes closed and a soft smile on his face. If he'd had a little sister, he'd hope that she'd be like Faya.] But don't go bitchin' me out if y'get scurvy or toothrot, yeah?

...Managed t'get a purse fer brushin' my hair back 'n washin' my face; these adventurin' sorts'll pay for any kind of weird stuff, Matron save me. How 'bout you? Score somethin' nice for yer efforts, or shall we skip th'niceties an' get t'me cleanin' yer mug off for you?

[catcred]

[ The sound of Limsa Lominsa felt quite gentle to Th'ancred Nuhn, for it was familiar. Even if his body had shifted since his... incident touching the Void, home was home. Though, without much to do (the house was fine, his daughter was staying in Ishgard, and he was still recovering - but he could not stand staying still.)

Standing around The Octanct, however, Th'ancred was keeping his eyes out for anybody familiar. He recalls, vaguely, that this was where quite a few odd people passed though. Warriors of Light and other adventurers both - perhaps he could find somebody to recruit here? ...Wait, was he not meant to keep his eyes elsewhere? His mind was shifting oddly ever since that incident.

Anyway, he's just standing around, ears twitching. ]

[censorshipnutkin]

[Thancred was on an information gathering mission in Limsa Liminsa, wandering through some of the seedier parts of town to try to find information on some new group raising hell. Getting ready to head out, he wanders through the Octanct, heading to wart of the Merchant's area to grab some supplies, and sees someone familiar out of the corner of his eye.

Well, he never realized he had a Miq'ote twin, or at least, there wasn't one that he knew of. He pauses to adjust his gear, waiting to see what the Miq'ote did, if anything.]

[catcred]

[ It didn't take long - any time at all - for Th'ancred to notice his facetwin. Something in his body seemed to tense up - this man looked as he used to. Was it possible? He'd heard of other people having doubles, but they never looked so... beautiful. (Of course he thinks he's hot. Of course.) His first instict was to approach, however, and... sniff at him, tail softly swishing cautiously. ]

Now, who's this handsome man in front of me? [ Th'ancred said, as his nose continued to sniff at him. His voice was exactly the same as the man who was getting examined. ]

[censorshipnutkin]

[There was a Miq'ote smelling him now, that was strange. Stranger still was the fact that he looked almost exactly like him... and his voice was exactly the same. He turned to face the new arrival.]

A twin you, nor I, apparently knew we had?

[catcred]

Twins, you say? Are you sure you're not just wearing a costume?

[ He stops sniffing - they do share a scent, he's confirmed. Ah, it feels quite curious. Twisting his face into a smile, his small cat-like fangs showing, a laugh comes out. He honestly can't believe there's another him. ]

Though, it suits you.

[censorshipnutkin]

[Thancred laughs.] This is definitely not a costume. But yours though, yours could be. [It was weird to have a Miq'ote sniffing around him like that, but he could deal, really.]

It should suit me, it's been my look for a while.

[catcred]

And mine as well - it was custom tailored, for only me.

[ A pause, as he makes sure to position himself between this imposter and the Aetheryte - to make sure that he doesn't decide to flee. Something deep inside him has decided - he wants to find out more about this Hyur. ] Well, I had to modify it after a stint in the Void, but that was quite easy. [ Mostly cutting a tail hole into it with a knife, and re-learn to balance. He gives a small tsk to himself, before looking straight into the others' eyes. ]

...Your name, though?

dagrons

[shieldless]

[ This was his home. Haurchefant had become quite protective - perhaps it was because he were a Dragon now? He'd heard they were protective, and that they would keep away other dragons from their hordes. But, at the same time, he had many dragons in his brought home, including reborn Bahamut. But this was different - for as he flew, staying Elezen-esque but with his large feathered wings, he could smell something nearby. Something... threatening.

And that's why he suddenly slams down in front of you, sword drawned - and wings still spread out. It's lucky there's nobody else around. Well, except for the angry Elezen with sword ready. ]

[censorshipnutkin]

[Thancred jumps back, using his wings and tail for balance to keep him on his feet. Pulling his knives, he settled into a defensive position, glancing at the winged Elezen in front of him. He makes no moves to attack, just waits for an attack from him... he's used to dragons and the bug beastmen attacking.]

If you're going to kill me, just do it quickly. [He's also hurt, but hiding it, except for that comment.]

[shieldless]

You'd think that badly of me, friend? [ He said - even with the blade still ready. The hiss in his voice, his own tail swishing. But, another winged man? Hm. He only called him friend because he wanted to get out of this without a fight - even when territorial. His eggs were nearby, after all. His sleeping horde. ] Do not come closer.

[censorshipnutkin]

I do not plan to, m'lord. [His leg was injured in a fight with an aevis earlier, and it gives from standing on it. So, now he looks like he's kneeling before Haurchefant, knives still at the ready.]

I intend on staying here at my camp.

[shieldless]

[ His camp? Why would another dragon - even another who wore the skin of a man - camp so close to the horde of an Elder Dragon (well, a man given that power and age it's weird)? His feathers are ruffled, good ser.

But the kneeling is good. He slowly put his sword away, but still looked quite threatening. ]

Nonsense. Ones like you shouldn't be out here.

[ Nobody should be near here - he thought that he'd spooked people off, honestly, when making this nest. ]

[censorshipnutkin]

[He sighed.] Ones like me shouldn't exist. [He sets his knives down and sinks to his knees, fully expecting that sword of his to come crashing down at any time.]