• S'acri

• Ruto'ir

• Cypress

• Hikotsune

• Alakir

• Xavi'ra

• Nox (WIP)

• Mailo (WIP)

• R'mitah (WIP)

• Skar (WIP)

• K'venh (WIP)

• Asbrand (WIP)

• Ardrio (WIP)

I'm 25, my pronouns are he/him, I work in medical so I have a weird schedule which is why I prefer Discord RP's over in-game! I love gushing over OC's and writing immensely, and Final Fantasy has been my safe haven for them for many years now! I'm very passionate about my creative outlets, so I'm thankful I came to this community when I did. I love making new friends who are passionate about their OC's and talking about them :) I'd be ecstatic to do things in-game or play other ones with people if we're into the same ones beyond just FF or RPing ^^

I will always be more than happy to go with my reliable favorites, but I'm also looking to expand my horizons beyond my usual comfort zones, which is why I have such a wide array of characters. As stated above, my favorites will always be slice of life, romance, and adventure- but I'm very open to darker and mature themes and exploring different routes for my characters that I never thought to before! I'm very diverse and open-minded, and I like to think I'm very approachable so please don't hesitate if any of my characters catch your eye :)

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S’acri was born in the Thanalan deserts and was raised in the Zu clan as a Tia before he left those traditions behind as a young adult. Their closed-mindedness and cruel treatment towards those lacking in usefulness in the tribal village setting had driven him to pursue an alternate land to grow himself, where he would better flourish. His hatred towards his clan burns in his heart even today, as much as it pains him to admit. The clan tattoos (not eye markings) that were put upon his face as a rite of passage in his clan as an infant, or "scars" as he puts it, only serve to remind him of the torment he endured for being different than dictated by clan tradition, and as a result has always had a disliking for traditions. He typically covers the tattoos up with a type of cosmetic, as he can't stand to look in the mirror and see them upon his visage.
He ended up in Gridania to learn the art of Conjury, as he felt it would suit him best to heal and protect others more capable than him. After displaying a masterful touch for the art of Conjury and showing a true pure and noble heart for protecting the Twelveswood over the course of the years spent fulfilling his duties, the elementals reached towards him with the power of the sacred art of the Amdapori: White Magic. Witnessing an extremely uncommon event of a non-Padjal white mage, Kan-E-Senna allowed S’acri to work under her and the Padjali's wing to survey his progress and ensure that it wasn't put to incorrect use- as it is still considered a dangerous lost art, no less now that it has been peculiarly granted to a Miqo'te outsider. He has since been able to, the true reason unbeknownst to him, birth new magic from his core that is unique from the power of his own sprit, heart, and power. The powers of faith, inspiration, hope, and the light had been awakening within him a little at a time- the call of something greater than the humble man could ever imagine reaching ever closer to him.
S’acri is seen as a beacon of hope to his allies as he exudes an aura of grace and kindness, and with all the good deeds he has done for all who ask, his presence acts as a bolster to morale to all who stand next to him, though he is a man of few words and rather timid.
As much as he tries his best to please all of those around him, there are those in Gridania who shun the man. Their old traditions, deeply-rooted xenophobia, racism, theocracy and fear of misused White Magic leaves them forever skeptical towards S'acri. Due to being an unnatural non-Padjali White Mage, he will always be seen as unworthy of the art in many eyes, and seen as tainting the tradition upheld for so many years. The result is an internally conflicted turmoil within the white mage, for he loves what he does but at the cost of yet again being treated and seen unfairly in the eyes of the masses due to the ways of the past that people stubbornly hold onto... just like his life back at his tribe. These experiences only further fuel the dim fire of hatred in his heart towards societal traditions.
However, little does the Miqote know that there is a fate in store for him greater than the call of the forest, and may yet force him away from the routine, comfortable, and slow life he had created for himself; for there is a reason the elementals had been so quick to bond with his soul. Every passing day does the man further part from the comfort of conjury and down the path of a most feared and illegal power for centuries- his mastery over the elements of water, wind, and earth distilling into a daunting newfound and unknown power of light that is brilliant and pure. As the ancient art of the White Mages of Amdapor slowly awakens within such a radiant spirit and heart, a question could arise: could one who harbors such a powerful combination hold such restraint necessary to retain these powerful blessings? Since the Sixth Umbral Calamity has the world despised the mages for their stealing of the world's aether, and the elementals will not allow such events to occur again- though their weakened state from the Calamity allows some freedom.
And so daily does S'acri ponder the ancient teachings and nature of Amdapor: 'Our power was only meant to react and restore, never to gain power and strike first.' He reminds himself often that he must not act out of line, despite his bleeding heart beseeching him to heal every wound and smite every villain with this borrowed power... but he must learn not to play a god and go beyond nature's intended limitations, lest the ambient aether of the land upon which he calls upon turn against him.

- Height: 5'6
- Species: Mi'qote, Seeker of the Sun
- Gender: Male / Age: 22
- Sexuality: HomosexualAlways seen with a small smile across his lips and a warm, inviting gaze in his bright pearlescent eyes, S’acri is a quiet, tranquil, graceful, and some would say bashful young Miqo’te. Surprisingly wise for his age as well, he has become a healer for the mind as well as the body in keeping the mental and physical state of people he comes across at the best capacity he can. To some it would be a mystery as to how such a silent and timid man could instill such hope in others and some would say it’s a gift- but it’s his deeds that speak more volumes than his own voice ever could. He could not be more humble about himself though, perhaps even to a fault. He has difficulty turning down a request and often works himself to exhaustion.
He has many internal struggles, treated as an outcast in his childhood to teenage years in his clan, and now as an adult being shunned because of his art and upbringing, both because of tradition and customs. Very rarely does he feel like he belongs. No matter how sad he may get, you won’t see him without that soft smile when someone approaches him.S'acri is typically seen garbed in robes and similar light clothing, favoring colors of bright and natural-colored hues. He prefers to be covered even in hot or humid temperatures. His wardrobe changes often but he adores feathers, ornaments, and unique designs which are all usually reflected in his daily wear. His hair is a chocolate brown color and appears a ruffled and wavy medium length style, and is usually donning some sort of ornament or accessory. His eyes are a luminous, glistening white with clan markings branching off from the inner corner of each of them down each cheek. His build is not very powerful in appearance but makes up for it with a lithe figure that is decently quick on their feet.

S'acri utilizes the power of his own controlled aether with the astral elements that form light to heal and protect the wounded. With the power of light born into his soul and the blessings of the elementals, he can use the ancient energy to form powerful magic. Using such magic draws upon a mass amount of aether from his own core and takes an exuberant amount of energy due to not being a Padjali, so they must be used steadily and slowly.

He has mastered most known basic conjury and white magic spells (such as Poisona and the Bar spells) so the following of the list are his most powerful, unique, and most used spells.

- Cure
- Cura
- Curaga
- Medica
- Afflatus Solace
- Afflatus Rapture
- Afflatus Gospel
- Afflatus Penance
- Afflatus Defiance
- Afflatus Justification
- Afflatus Retribution
- Animus Judgment/Misery
- Exousia Mercy
- Beneficence
- Amdapor Holy
- Pray
- Martyr
- Divine Seal
- Divine Benison
- Divine Bastion
- Sacred Nimbus
- Plenary Indulgence
- Benign Absolution
- Gift of Grace
- Providence Eternity
- Prismveil
- Asylum
- Benediction
- Shroud of Saints
- Aether Well
- Devotion's Reverie
- Shepherd's Light
- Assize
- Apatheia
- Tetragrammaton
- Glare
- Sacred Cross
- Dia
- Absolute Banish
- Litany of Hope
- Radiant Dawn
- Commination Edict
- Cleone- Limit Break: Pureheart's Plea
- Limit Break: Sanctum Iudicium

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Xavi'ra hails from the mysterious city of Sharlayan, a nation of renowned scholars and one that holds many secrets and powerful knowledge. Upon leaving Eorzea after the Sixth Umbral Era once the Garleans began to stir, they have completely been kept out of touch and reach of the other countries in the Old World to the north of Eorzea. The reason for these series of events are due to the fact of Sharlayan's unwavering desire to retain neutrality amongst the world, their only interests being gathering and piecing together more of the world's knowledge, with no desire for any kind of war whatsoever.
Xavi'ra had an issue with this.
Having a multitude of grudges against the Garleans for his own reasons, he never understood as to why his city, containing the knowledge of the "barbaric" militant tactics and powerful secrets of old; should not be used to save the land against the obvious enemy of the world. True enough, he strongly desires to sate his hunger for the knowledge of the world, but the vengeance and bitterness that plagued his heart of knowing he can help the world be rid of the disgusting monstrosities he so hated, had driven him to do that which his nation had forbade. The secrets and information were all here... and he intended to use them for what they were made for.
He had successfully left Sharlayan, his mind housing advanced military tactics and the magic of their ancient tomes and words, which had been no small feat to accomplish. However, Sharlayan had called for the silence of necessity, and Xavi was not willing to listen. There will be consequences, as spreading Sharlayan knowledge is an act of treason on its own- let alone it being used for war.
These thoughts didn't bother him, however. He had no connections to his home nation anymore and had nothing more to lose... yet a whole lot to gain.

- Height: 5'7
- Species: Mi'qote, Keeper of the Moon
- Gender: Male / Age: 25
- Sexuality: BisexualXavi'ra is usually seen garbed in robes of darker hues, grey being his favored color. His hair is a brilliant white that fades into hints of grey at the tips. His eyes are an icy shade of blue, accented by clan markings stemming off of the inner corners. He also has a birthmark on his forehead, typically covered by his locks of hair. He has line markings along his cheeks as well, that were usually only apparent in the sheen of the moonlight or a similar light.With a cold, icy stare of his piercing bluish-grey eyes and a frown upon his lips, Xavi is seldom seen with any other expression. His face is rather apathetic and stoic most of the time, and his personality mirrors it. However, he isn't very adept at hiding his emotions very well, so often times he will break face and the feelings will be written all over his visage. Usually it would seem he has little care for other people's business and can come off rather rude, his deep yet smooth tone of voice making the behavior rather ironic. He's usually seen daydreaming or skimming through grimoires and tomes, and is always with a mind running hundreds of malms a minute. Because of this, he often mumbles to himself and has a lot of nervous habits such as vigorous foot tapping and twirling a lock of his hair although it pains him to admit. He always attempts to emulate a façade of professionalism and sophistication. Indeed, the man had a rather cold exterior, fueled by a quite obviously heavy heart. It's difficult for him to open up, but it's apparent upon an observant person that he doesn't always mean what he says. Usually on the brink of exhaustion, he often fails to meet the basic survival needs such as forgetting to eat and sleep. One would think a scholar hailing from such a privileged land would seem more organized and disciplined, however it would seem he's barely pieced together by sheer, persistent-yet-arrogant will. Yet, as the saying goes, no one is perfect... even if they seem as such.

Xavi'ra utilizes the power of the scholars and tacticians of old. His mind filled to the brim with their ancient words and strategies, all comprised into his grimoire from which he channels their complicated formulae and strategies.- Broil
- Fulminare
- Imber
- Defluet
- Adloquium
- Physik
- Lustrate
- Indomitability
- Excogitation
- Equanimity
- Embrava
- Kaustra
- Elemental Helix
- Manus in Mano
- Aere Perrenius
- Ad Astra per Aspera
- Cura te Ispum
- In Omnia Paratus
- Para Bellum
- Deployment Tactics
- Emergency Tactics
- Deconflict Tactics
- Opposition Tactics
- Stratagem: Attrition
- Stratagem: Annihilation
- Stratagem: Exhaustion
- Advantage: Feint
- Advantage: Hoc est Bellum
- Maneuver: Divide and Conquer
- Maneuver: Encirclement
- Maneuver: Enukulette- Limit Break: Veritas et Aequitas

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Hikotsune- a Raen Au Ra one could glance at and never arrive to the conclusion that he's of a wealthy and noble upbringing. Growing up he had always lived a peaceful life in Othard among his many brothers and sisters under their gentle parents. At Hikotsune's young adult age, the conflict that had been plaguing Doma had driven them to escape to Sui-no-Sato and shun the world above. All in the family agreed, and hastily and happily prepared for departure. All except himself.
Hikotsune didn't want to abandon a world in pain, as the Auri who escape to Sui-no-Sato very rarely emerge to the surface above. How could one shun the world that had nurtured them just because it's in pain as of now?
This statement didn't surprise his parents, as at this point they were plenty aware of the idiotic situations Hikotsune had gotten himself into trying to be a hero where he had no place being one in the first place. They were usually the ones that had to deal with the aftermath and frankly, his father in particular, had been tired of the issues his problem child had caused . They still loved him of course, but knew he had a lot of growing up to do. He left his family behind as they escaped the surface to the comfort of the castles in the depths.
As of now he does exactly what he promised himself he'd do that day: improve himself and help those who need to be helped. By doing that, he was sure eventually he'd reach the point where he can make a difference in this dangerous world. Why is he so adamant about saving people and this world? Well... when asked, you'll be met by the widest, toothy grin along with a, "The world needs heroes!". More perceptive people would be able to tell there's more motive to it than he lets on.
He always had a marvelous amount of heart and strength, but just recently he had been learning to naturally control the flow aether within him unintentionally to give his attacks more powerful effects just by sheer drive and persistence of a desire to grow. However, if you tried to explain and educate how the aether works and how better to control it, most likely you'll be met with a thousand-yalm stare with words going through one ear and out the other. It would appear he had a natural affinity for improving himself.

- Height: 6'8
- Species: Au Ra, Raen
- Gender: Male / Age: 23
- Sexuality: HomosexualWhile not being the brightest light of the crystal, Hikotsune makes up his lack of worldly and social intelligence with an unparalleled amount of heart and persistence. His true goal, while wanting to help make the world safer, is to get stronger himself to be able to reach that goal. As such, he enjoys training immensely and has quite the internal motivation to improve himself. However, he has the tendency to get himself into bad situations because of this; tending to bite off more than he can chew or rush into things he's unprepared for. He tends to run more on instinct and emotion- comparable almost to an animal although saying that to his face will surely get ample amounts of protest.Hikotsune is typically seen in clothing that leaves a lot of mobility for his body and limbs to freely move about in any way he needs. Using his own body as a weapon, it's imperative that the clothing he wears doesn't restrain too tightly nor hang off of him too loosely. As such, he wears clothing that gives his arms, legs, and torso fluidity of movement to bend any way he may need in any situation.

Hikotsune has a lot to learn, but is still a powerful hand-to-hand combatant, especially since naturally and unintentionally learning to control aether through his body to make his weapon- himself- that much more powerful. He has a variety of martial attacks that work best with his specific style of fighting which is best described as a manipulation of his own and opponent's body to expose weaknesses and deliver nasty blows. He appears to have more powerful lower body strength than upper.

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- Height: 5'9
- Species: Au Ra, Xaela
- Gender: Male / Age: 26
- Sexuality: Homosexual/DemisexualThe pale xaela can only be described as grim and gloomy. The man never smiles, and his eyes are hollow and apathetic. He speaks with such a deep yet drained and muted tone, as if it pained his throat to speak any louder. His mannerisms are rather lacking, not wishing to speak when not necessary. In his mind, people will end up accusing him of being a liar of his curse, or accuse him of being a demon or a witch should he prove them right. He also figured should he ever get close to anyone, they would only use him for their own selfish benefits- connecting with dead relatives, friends or anyone from the past.
It simply isn't worth it.He typically wears tribal-like garbs of black hues, making his porcelain skin stand out against the midnight colors of the clothes and his scales. His eyes are a deep violet color, though his naturally hooded eyelids make it rather difficult to see against the black tattoos that weave across his face.

Alakir uses two blades enchanted with dark aether and his curse of the Veil to confuse and maim enemies with dark sprits and shadow magic. He can fade between the plane of the living and the dead to appear invisible, however it brings immense pain as if swimming through a sea of razor blades and needles and thus using Veil energy takes a lot of energy out of the man.

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Ruto'ir at face value is a very simple man. Pleasure-seeking and coin being his major priorities, there aren't many things he wouldn't do to achieve both- so be it at the expense of others, even. One would most likely assume the man was a lowlife, a shady mercenary stirring up trouble and looking for no good deeds at the local taverns and back streets; and they would be right despite the humble beginnings of the man.Ruto'ir's parents were wanderers that migrated to Dravania, once independents who drifted from land to land- surviving off of their own competent hunting skills. Eventually, they began to make a family which was the reason they decided to finally settle down in a natural and hunting-rich environment to be self-sufficient. Over the many years, they had born six children; Ruto'ir being the sixth and only male child of the large family. The life that they had made for their children was much too slow for the youngest child, the hard work and repetition of survival weighing him down over the years.The family was a part of a tribe of hunters at a location by the name of Tailfeather, living amongst their people for many years. Growing up in this environment, Ruto had begun to lash out easily at those he worked and hunted with at a young age. He was jealous of his sisters especially, who had quite the easy workload with their mother compared to him, who had to do most of the fatiguing work with his father.Upon the Calamity occurring many years later, the devastation of such an event wracked havoc upon Ishgard and Dravania. Food became scarce, and the lands were freezing over, and dragons were much more rampant and aggressive. Most importantly, many of Tailfeather's population became deceased, including a few of Ruto'ir's own sisters and father.The situation appearing very dire for their old routine, slow life, the Ishgardian government under which Tailfeather was employed to implored the hunters to undergo a closer service to the city until the hunting colony could be rebuilt. This essentially meant servitude as a laborer and training as a scout for Ruto'ir, and he was not happy. He was unused to being told what to do and undergoing such awful working conditions- but he especially despised the education he was forced to undergo as routine for anyone being employed under the guard. He and his sisters would always be treated and looked upon as scum and lowborns that didn't belong in their city- and they were right, they didn't.That was until he happened upon the Brume, where many were treated much the same way. Here, Ruto felt more at home and felt the alleys were an asylum in between the draining hours of training and education that was forced upon him; despite his sisters demanding he stop visiting such dangerous parts of the city. Of course he didn't listen, for it was here that Ruto'ir truly began making friends and practicing the dirty deeds that truly give a lowlife their name. All the vigorous training and discipline would be forgotten and ignored each time he would find the time to get up to no good in the back streets of the noble city.Eventually, his luck had run out and all the mischievous deeds that he had done had caught up to him. He now had a bounty on his head and was unwelcome within any cobblestone of Ishgard, his status as a laborer and guard in training dropped; and he needed to flee. Escaping the city proved incredibly simple for a street rat, and he stole one of the black chocobos at the nearby stable- knowing how to handle one perfectly as a hunter from Tailfeather, and made his grand escape flying on the back of his onyx-feathered acquaintance. He knew he would never be welcome back again.Nowadays, he does sometimes honest work as a mercenary of deadly skill- utilizing both his past as a disciplined knight and a dirty trickster to his everyday advantage. His family, who he still communicates with quietly, is back in Tailfeather with a stronger hunting colony than before and flourishing. He mostly keeps up communication with his mother, who he is very fond of and would otherwise give him an earful if he made her worry; so he typically leaves quite the amount of detail out of his usual business. He makes decent living and coin doing what he likes to do being his own boss with excitement and fighting, so in the end- what more can a guy can ask for?

- Height: 6'2
- Species: Mi'qote, Keeper of the Moon
- Gender: Male / Age: 27
- Sexuality: HomosexualRuto is typically seen often in various leathers of darker hues, typically wearing a coat and/or garments that reveal quite a bit of his chest. The man exudes an aura of confidence and experience, his eyes sharp and keen; the scent of pine and whiskey clinging to his being. His looks would dictate him as being quite the charming rogue, though in all honesty he's quite uncouth and immature- a glutton for pleasure as well. He has no issue in indulging himself at any given opportunity, but despite that will always get a paid job done.

Passive/Job Gauge - Forme• Limit Break: Croisé Waltz
- Fool's Guard
- Second Intention
- Balestra
- Broken-Time
- Counter-Time
- Coulé
- Trompement
- Marche Patinado
- Doublé
- Esquive
- Extension
- Thrust
- Finale
- Preparation
- Remise
- Insistence
- Prise de Fer
- Quillon
- Noir Étoile
- Pétillante Flurry
- Dirty Dancing
- Even the Odds
- Severed Fate
- Precision and Effrontery
- Riposte
- Quarte

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Cypress, or so he goes by, is at face value a beautiful, charming Viera hailing from the land of Thavnair displaying graceful talent of their art of dancing.
In reality, Cypress uses his toned and muscled physicality, charming eyes, pretty face, and silver tongue to get what he needs out of the men and women he allures for a rather unexpected reason.
Keeping an ear to the ground at whatever tavern, festival, or more 'personal' stages he may dance and socialize upon- he uses this information to locate targets that have been paid for to be eliminated by yours truly.
Becoming such a rogue and utilizing such maleficent yet tantalizing tactics was unbecoming of the man at one point- and yet, doing so now is proving to be more than worthwhile, especially to further his own personal ambitions and vendettas.
With a sly wink, a handsome smirk, a seductive embrace, and his alluring figure- not many can resist when those gentle lips ask you with a husky-rich Thavnairian accent, "May I have this dance?"

Height: 6'Species: Viera, ThavnairianGender: MaleSexuality: Pansexual (Male pref.)

At first glance, Cypress is always seen in revealing yet gorgeous fabrics of Thavnairian tailoring ideal for performers because of the vivid colors and flowy weight to the veils and cloth that grace and hug the wearer's figure. Cypress sports blood red eyes and raven black hair always cut to neat and manageable short style.
When performing or anywhere within the public eye, he is always wearing an ornate ornament over his left eye, a scarlet rose with golden trim.

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