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♱ about ♱_{NAME: Eden Crestfall
RACE: Rava Viera
GENDER: Nonbinary
PRONOUNS: He/Any
NAMEDAY: Nobody knows as he doesn't talk about it
AGE: Unknown, appears to be in late 20's
HEIGHT: 6'3
SERVER: Aether | Cactuar
OCCUPATION: Dark Knight (Tank Main), Warrior of Darkness
OTHER JOBS: Paladin, Pictomancer, Warrior
VOICE CLAIM: Clare (Claymore), just pitched slightly deeper
RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Single
NOTABLE PAST BONDS: crush w/Fray (doomed), confidant w/Yotsuyu (doomed), crush w/Sidurgu (gave up)
FAVE COLORS: Jet Black & Gloom Purple
LOVES: Tea, Fashion (and has a great sense of style from his upbringing), Polishing his sword, Sparring, Reading (especially classics), Drawing/Sketching (usually with charcoal)
LOATHES: Their own Nameday, Those who bind themselves to law and lack a sense of proper discernment for right/wrong, Those too bound by tradition, The close-minded}

♱ appearance ♱A boyish voice followed by laughter of a crowd echoes as you've just pushed right past the old rickety doors of an inn. You've heard this voice before every now and again. And every time it always draws in quite the crowd in this small inn. Are they telling another story since returning to Ishgard? You want to get a bit closer to hear more. They seem to be standing in a thick crowd of people answering many questions - you can tell from the pink pierced ears standing erect. As you approach closer from behind and move through little by little, you notice broad shoulders, medium cool pink hair half tied up, and that they are quite tall, even for Viera standards. Their body seems to be fairly slender - long limbs and a sinuous neck. You get the feeling they must be quite toned given the heavy armor you've glanced on their person in the past. Their frame seems to give them an air of both elegance & strength. Their skin is a warm chestnut brown and as they turn - are they trying to leave? - you get the glance of their lavender, bordering grey eyes - indecipherable. They seem to have a total of 4 facial piercings, a bridge, labret, and two nostril piercings. Time passes - perhaps only seconds - as they continue to apologetically push past people - you see that their chest seems on the larger side, but is tightly bound by something underneath their shirt which keeps them from being too prominent despite that. You can only take note of this as rather than their usual heavy armor, today it seems they've chosen to wear a vest that's gloom purple and black with silver chain mail. Now that you think about it, you've caught them in passing in a variety of different outfits. It seems this person is quite versed in fashion. Their ears as you noticed earlier - also stand upright on their head, various silver piercings fill them, fur texture curly matching that of their hair and a bit messy. Your eyes meet - and for a split second it seems their eyes flash with annoyance, or exhaustion meeting your curiosity-filled gaze, but could it be your imagination? The voice and canter you heard seems so distant now, as their gaze leaves you. But before you attempt to decipher this, she flashes you a brilliant smile before politely excusing herself.(fun fact Eden and i share the same facial piercings)♱ nature ♱Due to being raised initially to be a prince, an heir to a small kingdom* in Coerthas - until the age of 13 when more feminine traits began to develop - Eden tends to have a very charming demeanor, and it is not uncommon for many to be taken by them. She was quite adored as a child for her bright face, her spirited & charismatic nature and quickness to excel in any area she set her mind to. Excited gossip and whispers would carry in the household of the honor she would bring to the small, but ambitious kingdom. It would be the start of an era of growth and perhaps even more acceptance for their kingdom given the tense and unforgiving atmosphere of Coerthas. His princely demeanor would come in handy in landing the temporary odd job as a Host at a club in Ishgard - but not out of preference but out of necessity. You see, shortly after those traits began to develop, all that she dreamt of, trained for and aspired to was taken away as quickly as she worked towards it.* - This kingdom in particular was not one of viera initially, but through marriage and rising in ranks the viera gradually took over. And thus because of this they do not follow the typical matriarchal rules of most viera tribes as the region of Coerthas does not abide by them. The kingdom is constantly in a state of flux due to this and hold a tenuous place among the other kingdoms in Coerthas. Despite the threatened balance of the kingdom Eden was poised to grow into a charming and eloquent price.♱uncharacteristically, two fists slam down, defeated and worn out"and what will this kingdom do if you cancel my coronation? what reason could you possibly give everyone that is good enough given what everyone, even I believed to be true my entire life until now?"he pauses inhaling shakily - and in a smaller voice"...what was the point of everything up until now?"no answers create a suffocating silence - it's lasting too long and Eden decides to shatter it once again"h-have i not trained hard enough? have i not proven myself?"plump, scalding tears plop against the uncaring wood and an even more deafening silence that is building up again. with each reply his voice becomes more uncharacteristically uncertain"everything i've ever done was for this...my studies, my training, my youth...my dedication....blindly to you. And yet it would be you, my own "family"...my everything who would tell me it all means nothing?"despair is rearing its ugly head and is transforming as his palms curl inwards, nails almost digging hard enough to draw blood. his voice is now full of ire as he sneers ahead"and all this because of something i can't - no -couldn't control. you all claim to be so different and driven than our clan that you split off and left the rest to start over - and in hope of what exactly? political power? wealth? aid? ...growth? All this and yet you subscribe to such idiotic notions as to who can and cannot wear the crown that not even our own ancestor's tribes would. it feels like we left only to be ensnared in and burdened. not crowning me means there is no one else fit to lead our kingdom and give our people hope in this absolute wasteland."a bitter pause"and you all wonder why even after years of hard-work this kingdom is seen as nothing more than a pathetic attempt to get ahead from a bunch of lowly, misinformed-"a cruel reality slams downENOUGH.a thundering voice so loud you wondered at first if it was that, that caused a pen to roll and strike the hard floor before you noticed the wrinkled ringed fists sitting on it"You expect me to see a ruler/leader after the tantrum I just bore witness to? If anything all you remain right now is nothing short of an insolent brat who is throwing a tantrum because they just found out they aren't getting their way. You should be ashamed Eden."an aged exasperated breathe is inhaled to ears which care not"Did you not just start off boasting how much you trained and prepared for this? Yet you show me such reprehensible actions that speak otherwise, and speak with such scorn against the very place you were raised."another exasperated sigh escapes in a weak attempt to regain composure"Our meager kingdom honestly is struggling to stay in power as is. At the very least I do know you know that more than anyone even if your short-shortsightedness is getting in the way of that right now."a chair scrapes horribly backwards"And honestly, it's our fault for letting you continue in your delusions as long as we did. We felt sorry for you at first admittedly, we weren't blind to how you might've taken it, and so for the past 4 years we continued to let you do as you wish. We had hoped that when the time had come, you yourself would even come to understand you simply would not be the right fit for crowning given the nature of where we live now."a familiar figure made distorted by a mixture of the surrounding darkness and tears places a palm on their shoulder"Don't make us regret it more than we already do right now."several steps, a door closing gently now, and then silence - one that was most unwelcomeAnger, pain, betrayal, disgust, sickness, sadness, horror, anxiety - these feelings began to fester, spiking, churning and clawing at his insides lacerating him day in and out, poisoning his mind, and threatening to leave nothing in its wake. He would be eaten whole.In the following days it was announced that Eden was not to be the next in line for the Crestfall throne and in the interim a new leader - likely one of the old fools from the useless cabinet that serves underneath his father - was to be appointed.Eden was stricken with a plague that slowly but surely drained them of the brightness in their eyes and seeded into them melancholy. And this was only the beginning.They knew they had to leave if they wanted to survive - and the closest place in Coerthas was Ishgard. At first many looked all across the kingdom up and down for where the ex-prince had gone. Papers and ads in newspapers were placed offering a handsome reward, but none were able to find him.♱At a closer glance and if you are around long enough, one may notice cracks in his carefully constructed cordial persona, loud whispers of a person who is more reserved now and melancholic. Boisterous laughs that are carried from wall-to-wall have a tinge of artificiality and the smiles often flashed to anyone who meets her glance are few genuine, eyes spilling secrets by being singed with sadness. Due to the scars that he carries in her heart from the loss of many who touched his heart since leaving home, the first being his former mentor & friend Fray, the prince who was once known for their merciful & spirited nature in battle has been transformed overtime into a serious and daunting opponent. They are quite strategic when it comes to fights and spare no extra resources than what is needed as part of their training under Fray. And while they stand by their beliefs to harness a lot of their pain and anger to remain helpful to those in need, it seems an entirely new type of neuroticism is emerging that wasn't previously accounted for. Somewhere subconsciously there seems to be a void growing that even scares Eden himself.

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♱ about ♱
[transhumanist story]
_{NAME: Meril Moonweather
RACE: Arcane Doll (Warforged)
GENDER: Genderfluid, Meril is completely apathetic to the notion of gender as it has only been used as a means of utility up until now, and needing to be changed to suit the nature of their job at any moment
PRONOUNS: Any
NAMEDAY: Nobody knows as she doesn't talk about it
AGE: Appears 15
HEIGHT:
HOMELAND: Region of Amenathyr, Kingdom of Eveningfall
Class: Rogue, Soul Knife
Tongues: Common, Sylvan and Elvish
Previous Occupations: Bodyguard, Lady-in-Waiting/Servant, Assassin to Soon to be Countess Anneliese Ronchembert, Watchdog for the Queen of Eveningfall Palace
Previous Family: None and Meril would say she doesn’t need any, though she would say Anneliese was her greatest friend.
VOICE CLAIM:
FAVE COLORS: Light Pink and Rose Red
LOVES: Tea,
LOATHES: Not Remembering}

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