• Name: Legend

• Age: Thirty-something

• Pronouns: She/her

• Timezone: Est

• Other: I come from the land of fanfiction, Tumblr, and the Unknown.

About:
I enjoy crafting stories in various forms such as roleplaying, fanfic, and original stories. Just as I love writing, I also enjoy reading and have playfully been nicknamed 'Book Dragon' by my wife. Beyond that, I'm a nerdy thirty-something who enjoys gardening, most outdoor activities, traveling, music, and I'm very passionate about dogs. More ''domestic'' hobbies that I enjoy are cooking, sewing, and I'm trying my attempt with embroidery as well as crochet. I am shy when first meeting people, it takes a bit for me to warm up. Once I open up though I am a optimistic, chatty, silly, wierdo.

RP Rules & Preferences:
- Don't blur; know the difference between OOC and IC. I am not my character
- 21+ RP only, I prefer mature RP partners
- IRL comes first, no exceptions
- Get creepy, get ghosted
- No means no; if I've not consented about something or if I'm uncomfortable and have spoken up about it. Take my answer. Period.
- I am a lore-abiding RPer; I will ignore or approach from a lore-abiding lense, anything about your character that is lore-breaking.
- I do not do romance RP with my Lalafell character
- ERP; If the characters interact in that nature the RP leading up to the scene must be organically reached. I reserve the right to fade to black if I desire to.
- I am generally open to RP most situations; some darker or more mature things but it needs to be discussed prior to doing so. Some things are too intense or are a hard no for me.
- I prefer long-term RP and character development.
- I will only RP with Lalafell in SFW settings, instances/interactions.
- I am not looking for anything OOC other than gaming and writing friends. I am in a very committed and happy relationship IRL.
- My IRL/OOC life is personal, and I keep it fairly private. Do not pry, if I feel like sharing something about it then I will.
- No hate, no politics; I'm here to game, have fun, and chill.If you're interested in RPing, DM me on discord if we share a server, send me a friend request, or look for me in game. If I'm not online in game feel free to drop by my FC and let someone know you're looking for me. Due to IRL and being an FC leader, I can be really busy, or busy doing nothing but idling. Just depends. Sometimes I have to schedule days for RP to set time aside for it, if this doesn't work for you then we likely won't be compatible to RP.

Where You Can Find Me:

• Name: A'vrick Tia

• Gender: Male

• Orientation: Bisexual

• Relationship: Single

• Age: 27

• Height: 5'8"

• Race: Miqo'te

• Occupation: Former Garlean Informant; currently unemployed

• Alignment: Chaotic Good

• Favorite Foods: Slow cooked foods with wine used in them.

• Favorite color: None, but likes gold accents.

• Pets: None

About: A native to Eastern La Noscea, he grew up near Raincatcher Gully. He was the second oldest son and enjoyed life with his small family. Tragedy struck while A'vrick was away running an errand for his father, a primal was summoned and his family was tempered via proximity. At the time there was only one way to deal with those who had been tempered and A'vrick arrived too late, only after his family had been handled by those responding to the chaos.
For a time he tried to move on and remain in the area but the familiar places, the memories attached to them drove him to Limsa. He kept to himself, listening and watching those who visited the Drowning Wench. One day he overheard a conversation between two men about Garleans and he approached them, wanting to learn more about how there was a plan to stop primals from being summoned ever again. One thing led to another, A'vrick becoming a eager and willing informant for the Garleans. One of many most likely, reporting on the happenings of La Noscea.
He continued for years until recently, his contact stopped responding via link pearl. Eventually, news of the fallen empire reached him. Fearing that he'd be discovered for aiding the enemy he fled to Kugane with the hope of blending in at the port city. Currently he has no direction and is seeking out odd jobs to pay for food and his small apartment.Relationships:
Kiarr Qufiswesfv - Friend

Hooks:
• Quiet at the Bar
He keeps to the edges of taverns and ports, listening more than speaking. Those who linger nearby may notice he asks careful questions and avoids giving much of himself away.
• A Man with a Past He Won’t Name
He deflects questions about his history with vague answers or silence. Anyone perceptive enough may sense grief, guilt, or fear beneath his restraint.
• Distrust Comes Easily
Years of secrecy have left him guarded. He is slow to trust and quicker to withdraw, especially when conversations turn to politics, primals, or the Garlean Empire.
• Odd Jobs, No Questions
He takes temporary work with little concern for prestige, favoring jobs that do not ask for background or loyalty. Employers may find him reliable, if distant.
• The Informant’s Shadow
Though his contact vanished, records, old linkshell logs, or surviving operatives may still exist. Discovery could mean exposure, pursuit, or being forced to choose sides again.
• Guilt and the Tempered
He carries unresolved shame for surviving when his family did not. Encounters involving primals, tempered individuals, or anti-primal efforts hit close to home.
• Running Without a Destination
Now in Kugane, he has no long-term plan. Travel opportunities, escorts, or work that promises anonymity may pull him back onto the road.
• Enemy Knowledge
He knows things he should not, troop movements, surveillance habits, or how informants were handled. This knowledge is dangerous to keep and even more dangerous to share.
• A Chance at Atonement
Whether through protecting others from primals, dismantling old Garlean networks, or simply choosing to act instead of hide, he stands at a crossroads he cannot avoid forever.

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• Name: Aurora Regulus

• Gender: Female

• Orientation: N/A

• Relationship: N/A

• Age: 25

• Height: 2' 10"

• Race: Lalafell

• Occupation: Thurmaturge; Dark Relic Consult

• Alignment: Chaotic Good

• Favorite Foods: Sweetbreads

• Favorite color: Pastel colors; usually pinks and purples

• Pets: A sparrow named Nal; though she often seems put out to have the little bird around, he is a cherished companion.

About: A native of Ul'dah and from a well-off family, Aurora was able to pursue her interests with relative ease. While evasive about when, why, or how she took an interest in darker things; Aurora has pursued being a thaumaturge. Her interest continues and one is likely to find her conducting her own research on a relic, or creature of the darker sorts. As well as experimenting with her magic and aether. Always skirting near the boundary of what is legal or safe.
Aurora is a feisty little woman and is certain to speak her mind on every occasion. While she has manners, she often chooses to barely abide by them and has caused both hurt feelings as well as laughter.
An encounter in the markets of Ul'dah granted Aurora the opportunity to befriend I'lydia Dahl, an heiress to a trading company that proved a useful contact as well as a good friend. Aurora serves as a dark relic consult for those in need of one, helping to deal with history, relics, and creatures of the darker and often times dangerous kind.
Know Associates:
I'lydia Dahl - A close friend she views as a little sister.

Hooks:
• Sharp Tongue, Sharper Mind
Aurora speaks her thoughts freely, often toeing the line between blunt honesty and outright provocation. Conversations with her tend to be memorable, for better or worse.
• Dark Things, Casual Tone
She discusses cursed relics, voidsent, and dangerous magic with unsettling ease. Those unprepared may find her enthusiasm either fascinating or deeply uncomfortable.
• Manners, Optional
She knows how to behave in polite company, she simply does not always bother. Social settings often end with laughter, offense, or both.
• A Scholar with Resources
Her background affords her access to books, tools, and contacts others struggle to obtain. She is used to being able to pursue what interests her without asking permission.
• Skirting the Line
Aurora frequently pushes the boundaries of what is legal, safe, or advisable in her research. Expeditions, experiments, or investigations may spiral faster than intended.
• Relics with Teeth
She is often involved when ancient objects behave badly. Curses awakening, voidsent manifestations, or relics reacting unpredictably tend to follow her work.
• Creature Curiosity
Her interest is not limited to objects. Rumors of strange beings, dark entities, or unstable aetheric phenomena are enough to draw her into dangerous territory.
• When Knowledge Bites Back
Some things do not like being studied. Enemies, consequences, or lingering effects of past experiments may surface when least convenient.

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• Name: Finn Foixewesfv

• Nicknames: Handsome asshole

• Gender: Male

• Pronouns: He/Him

• Orientation: Heterosexual

• Relationship: Mentally Occupied

• Age: 110

• Height: 6' 3"

• Race: Veena; Viera

• Occupation: Former Wood Warder

• Alignment: Nuetral

• Favorite Foods: Peaches

• Favorite Drink: Woodsbreath

• Favorite Color: Blue & Gold

• Pets: None

About:
Finn has long been a respected Warder and has successfully trained many kits into good Warders. He'd followed the system and traditions of his people. Enjoying the solitary, humble life. ...until a certain spotted miqote stumbled into his territory and then things changed.
A recent immigrant to Coerthas from a forest near the base of the Skatay Range, Finn is still adjusting to the differences of his new life. A close friend gifted him a device capable of capturing images, and he can't seem to put it down. Treasured moments are important, so he's keen to help others keep those moments close. He's not the most talkative, but his curiosity is starting to overcome his reserved demeanor.
Finn is slow to make connections since he's out of practice. He is currently mentally occupied with his close friend and is not likely to be interested in any new connections centered around romance. Friends, though, he's in dire need of even if he doesn't realize it himself.
Hooks: N/A
Outside of venue hours, this character is currently only for private RP with a specific partner.
Relationships:
Izu Foixewesfv - Former Warder Pupil
K'row Kimera - Travel Companion & Romantic Interest

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• Name: Izu Foixewesfv

• Gender: Male

• Orientation: Bisexual; female leaning

• Relationship: Single

• Age: 36

• Height: 5' 11"

• Race: Viera

• Occupation: Lancer; Head of Security & Pathfinder at Stardust Museum

• Alignment: Neutral

• Known For: Bitter temperament, emotional detachment, rooftop lurking, excessive drinking, indulgent liaisons

• Favorite Foods: Hearty stews, particularly those made from his tribe.

• Favorite color: Fond of earth colors; browns and greens. Favors peacock blue though.

• Pets: An unnamed hawk that he often uses for hunting with.

About:
Deep within the shadow-drenched boughs of the Golmore Jungle, where silence is law and emotion is a danger, a young Viera was raised and shaped into a warder. From early childhood, discipline tempered every instinct, and the Green Word carved itself into his bones. He learned to stalk the forest floor like a ghost, to strike without hesitation, and to kill without remorse. Duty was everything. Attachment was forbidden. Love, compassion—weaknesses that could unravel the very fabric of the Wood’s fragile peace.He believed all of it. Until the day he faltered.He found an elderly outsider lost deep in the jungle—injured, terrified, and far too fragile to survive the predators closing in. He knew the law: no mercy for trespassers. But something in her face—fear, exhaustion, humanity—pierced his ironclad training. Against every instinct, he helped her. Against every rule, he guided her back to her village.The Wood does not forgive disobedience.
And warders do not receive second chances.He was cast out, stripped of purpose, and forced to confront a world he’d been taught was poison. Bitterness took root quickly. Once, he had been a guardian; now he was just another wanderer with nothing anchoring him but regret. To numb his thoughts—and silence the voice that still questions why he ever cared—he turned to drink, to anonymous bodies in warm, forgettable beds, and to a life lived on the margins where no one would ask him to feel.Eventually, his wandering brought him to Hotel Stardust, a place where secrets breathe in the walls and indulgence is as common as moonlight. He does not mingle like the others. He does not charm, flirt, or play pretend. Instead, he serves as part of the hotel’s security—silent, watchful, and frighteningly efficient when trouble arises. Guests rarely see him; staff even less. Most believe he haunts the rooftop more than the halls, keeping to the shadows with a bottle in hand and the night sky for company.To those who know of his past, he is a wound that never closed.
To those who know him now, he is a man who lets no one close enough to try.He views emotions as traps, love as folly, and kindness as a blade that cuts deeper than any enemy’s strike. Yet somewhere beneath the bitterness—buried under centuries of discipline and disappointment—lingers the faint echo of the man who once risked everything to spare an old woman’s life.He doesn’t let himself listen to that echo anymore.
Better to drink.
Better to forget.
Better to remain unseen.

Hooks:
The Silent Sentinel
- Izu is part of Hotel Stardust’s security, but he is rarely seen unless something has already gone wrong. Guests who notice him tend to remember the feeling of being watched long before they ever saw his face. Approaching him risks irritation or earning the attention of someone who does not miss much.
Exile of the Wood
- Those familiar with the Golmore Jungle or Viera warders may recognise the signs in him: his discipline, his stillness, the way he treats emotion as a liability. If his exile becomes known, it opens the door to questions about the Green Word, mercy, and the price of disobedience, topics he is deeply reluctant to entertain.
A Man Who Refuses Kindness
- Attempts at genuine compassion, concern, or emotional closeness are met with distance, deflection, or sharp words. Izu reacts more strongly to kindness than to hostility, making interactions tense for those who sense there is something unresolved beneath his bitterness.
Drinks, Bodies, and Forgetting
- Izu frequents late hours, empty rooftops, and quiet bars, often drinking alone or leaving with strangers whose names he will not remember. These encounters are transactional and detached, but anyone who lingers too long may glimpse cracks in his armour, moments where the past bleeds through.
The Echo He Won’t Name
- There are moments, acts of mercy, vulnerable outsiders, echoes of the jungle, where Izu hesitates just a second too long. Those moments hint at the warder he once was and the choice that destroyed his life. Whether that echo becomes a path toward confrontation, healing, or further self-destruction is left entirely to the story.

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• Name: Lena Redsteele

• Gender: Female

• Orientation: Straight

• Relationship: Single

• Age: 29

• Height: 5'9"

• Race: Mixed; Highlander-Elezen

• Occupation: Seamstress, Designer of Ancient Reproductions

• Alignment: Chaotic Good

• Favorite Foods: Curries, stews, and dumplings

• Favorite color: Rolanberry Red

• Pets: N/a

About:
Born in the wild beauty of Dravania, where dragons soar above cragged peaks and scholars once walked among ruins, she grew up in a land where history breathes through stone and scale alike. Her mixed heritage—Elezen grace entwined with Highlander strength—made her stand out from the moment she could walk. But it was her boundless curiosity, unstoppable chatter, and knack for turning even a stranger into a friend that truly set her apart.While others in her village saw ancient ruins as relics of a past better left undisturbed, she saw inspiration. Tattered cloth caught on weathered spires, statues wearing faded robes, murals depicting long-lost fashions—all of it sparked a fire in her young heart. She dreamed not of slaying beasts or mastering magic, but of reviving the forgotten, one stitch at a time.As she grew, so did her talent. With nimble Elezen precision and Highlander determination, she became a seamstress of uncanny skill, specializing in recreating garments from civilizations long gone. Whether it was the ceremonial attire of Mhachi nobles, Allagan courtly wear, or even hypothesized garb from civilizations scarcely remembered, she approached each project like a grand adventure. Research trips would take her into ruins, libraries, dragon-patrolled paths, or merchant caravans—anywhere a clue, scrap, or whisper could point her toward her next masterpiece.She is spunky and warm, her personality bright as freshly dyed cloth. Customers adore her; friends rely on her; strangers often find themselves swept into conversations they didn’t realize they’d started. Her hands may never be still—always sewing, sketching, adjusting—but her heart is gentle and her laughter infectious.Challenges don’t scare her. In fact, she thrives on them. Tell her something is impossible to recreate, and she’ll grin, roll up her sleeves, and prove you wrong with flair and enthusiasm. She delights in the impossible, the obscure, the historically contradictory. The more difficult the garment, the more eagerly she dives in.To her, every thread has a history, every seam a story. And she is determined to weave those stories back into the world—one forgotten fashion at a time.

Hooks:
• The Walking Conversation
She is friendly, talkative, and quick to pull strangers into lively discussion. Browsing her shop or passing time nearby often turns into an unexpected conversation, friendship, or collaboration.
• Commission Magnet
Collectors, scholars, performers, and nobles alike approach her with unusual requests. Even casual chatter can turn into a commissioned project or long-term creative partnership.
• Fashion as History
She happily debates historical accuracy, cultural inspiration, and creative liberties. Scholars may argue with her conclusions, while others are drawn in by her enthusiasm and unconventional interpretations.
• Ruins for Reference
She actively seeks out ruins, libraries, and dangerous locations to study old murals, statues, or scraps of cloth firsthand. Escorts and companions are often needed and rarely bored.
• The Missing Piece
A project stalls because a vital detail is missing. A lost tome, damaged fresco, or disputed historical account sends her on a hunt that quickly turns into a larger adventure.

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• Name: Arna Qoet

• Gender: Female

• Orientation: Straight

• Relationship: Single

• Age: 87

• Height: 6'

• Race: Viera

• Occupation: Traveling Scholar, Photographer, Occasional Courtesan

• Alignment: Neutral

• Favorite Foods: Sticky sweet breads

• Favorite color: Navy

• Pets: N/A

About:
For most of her long life, she was expected to uphold the ancient traditions of the Golmore Jungle—silent vigilance, guarded borders, and a life lived beneath the shade of unchanging boughs. But unlike her sisters, her ears were always turned outward, longing not for the pulse of the Wood, but for the pulse of the world beyond it. Curiosity tugged at her fiercely, whispering of civilizations she had never seen, stories not yet heard, and knowledge buried far beyond the roots of Golmore’s trees.Eventually, that curiosity won.Leaving the jungle was not an act of rebellion for her—it was an act of hunger. A thirst for knowledge so deep it eclipsed every tradition she was raised with. Once she stepped beyond the Wood, she never looked back.She became a scholar of the wandering sort: drifting from city to frontier, ruin to archive, collecting scraps of history like others collect souvenirs. With a near-photographic memory and a quietly intense intellect, she devoured books, lectures, murals, artifacts, legends—anything that contained even a sliver of ancient truth. Over decades, her personal library swelled into a towering, ever-growing hoard of tomes, scrolls, sketches, and manuscripts. She guards it fiercely, knowing some of the knowledge within is rare, forgotten, or lost to most of the world.To fund her pursuits, she turned to a unique blend of professions.
She works as a traveling photographer, capturing landscapes, ruins, and people with a delicate and discerning eye. Her images often feel like stories frozen in time—every frame a moment preserved, every shadow a secret kept.When coin runs thin or opportunities arise, she also offers her company as a courtesan, approaching the work with the same honesty and precision she applies to everything else. She makes no apologies for it; in her view, intimacy is simply another human experience worth understanding, and another means to support the life she’s chosen.Soft-spoken yet confident, she carries an air of quiet mystery—an impression of someone who knows more than she says and sees far more than she lets on. Travelers and scholars alike often seek her counsel, drawn by her encyclopedic knowledge of history, lore, languages, and relics from civilizations long vanished. She has a habit of casually revealing facts no current textbook remembers, leaving listeners wondering just how deep her studies have gone.Some say she has read more forgotten books than most will see in their lifetimes.
Others whisper that she seeks something specific—an elusive truth hidden among the countless pages she collects.She never confirms either opinion.
She simply smiles, opens her worn leather journal, and writes another note in pursuit of the world’s next forgotten secret.

Hooks:
• The Woman Who Knows Too Much
She has an unsettling habit of mentioning facts that no modern scholar recalls recording. Conversations with her often leave others questioning what they thought they knew.
• Stories for Coin
Whether through photography or intimacy, she offers experiences rather than performances. Those who spend time with her often leave with more than they expected, sometimes emotionally, sometimes intellectually.
• The Private Archive
She possesses an extensive personal library and guards it carefully. Gaining access requires trust, leverage, or a contribution she deems worthy.
• Soft Voice, Firm Boundaries
Though calm and polite, she does not tolerate being dismissed or spoken over. Social missteps reveal quickly that her gentleness is not weakness.
• Dangerous Knowledge
Some of what she knows is rare, suppressed, or valuable enough to attract unwanted attention. Rivals, collectors, or authorities may seek her out for the wrong reasons.
• The Perfect Shot
She risks dangerous terrain to capture the right image. Ancient cities, dragon-scarred landscapes, and unstable ruins are viewed as opportunities, not deterrents.

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• Name: Mivlo Hyskaris

• Gender: Male

• Orientation: Straight

• Relationship: Single

• Age: 268

• Height: 6'2"

• Race: Viera

• Occupation: Unwilling Adventurer, Unknowing Prank Victim of One Very Persistent Moogl; Former Warder

• Alignment: Selfish

• Favorite Foods: Berry tart

• Favorite color: Earth tones

• Pets: N/A

About:
Among the warders of the Golmore Jungle, he was an anomaly—and not a beloved one. While others devoted their lives to hunting trespassers and serving the Wood with unwavering discipline, he preferred solitude, study, and the quiet joy of dismantling things he probably should not have touched. Ancient mechanisms, abandoned trinkets, strange relics washed in by travelers—nothing was safe from his curiosity.He saw himself as an intellectual prodigy.
Most saw him as pretentious, arrogant, and exceptionally difficult to speak to.Unlike the other males who dutifully carried out the rituals of continuity, he boldly—and loudly—refused to mate. “A mind such as mine,” he proclaimed, “should not be squandered on such base biological obligations.” His superiors called him defiant. His peers called him insufferable. He, meanwhile, was far too proud to care.This arrogance eventually led to his downfall.During one of his many solitary wanderings, he encountered a moogle—one he insulted rather thoroughly for “obstructing the path of a warder of tremendous importance.” The moogle, as moogles do, took this very personally. Rather than retaliate with violence, it hatched a plan of pure, chaotic brilliance.It began whispering to him.
Claiming to be the Wood’s voice.
Claiming he had been chosen for a higher purpose.And he—so convinced of his own significance—believed every word.With dramatic flair and much self-importance, he announced he was answering a divine summons and promptly walked straight out of the jungle. The moogle, delighted with its success, followed. It has never stopped.Now abroad in the world, he remains utterly convinced that he is guided by the sacred will of the Wood. In truth, he is guided by a single moogle with a gift for mischief and an unyielding commitment to the bit.Whenever he grows too pompous, the moogle arranges for him to fall into a river. Whenever he boasts of his brilliance, it steers him into awkward social encounters he is hilariously unequipped to handle. Whenever he insists he is on a divine quest, the moogle points him toward bizarre errands simply to see if he will do them—and he always does.He remains a brilliant tinkerer and scholar, though his ego rarely allows him to admit when he’s wrong. Still, beneath his arrogance lies a mind capable of remarkable insight—when he isn’t being led astray by his self-appointed celestial guide.To those who meet him, he seems eccentric, overly confident, and peculiarly prone to strange misfortunes. Only the moogle—and perhaps the Twelve—know the truth:He did not leave the Wood because destiny called.
He left because a moogle wanted payback.
And the prank never ended.

Hooks:
• The Self-Proclaimed Chosen
He speaks with absolute certainty about his “divine purpose,” his intellect, and his importance. Whether listeners believe him, humor him, or quietly mock him is entirely up to them.
• Painfully Intelligent, Socially Awkward
Brilliant when discussing mechanisms, relics, or theory, and utterly inept at normal conversation. Social encounters often end in uncomfortable silence, unintentional insults, or spectacular misunderstandings.
• The Moogle Problem
A moogle is always nearby. It interrupts conversations, contradicts him, and engineers small humiliations while pretending to be helpful. He insists this is all part of the Wood’s will.
• Insufferable, but Fascinating
His arrogance is grating, but his insights are often correct. Scholars, engineers, and tinkerers may find themselves begrudgingly engaging with him despite everything else.
• Accidental Entertainment
Wherever he goes, strange mishaps tend to follow. Slipping, falling, public embarrassment, or being sent on ridiculous errands all seem to happen with suspicious frequency.
• A “Divine” Errand
He claims the Wood has guided him toward a task of great importance. In reality, the moogle has decided this will be very funny. Others may be roped into bizarre, dangerous, or pointless quests.
• Tinkerer of the Forbidden
He cannot resist ancient mechanisms or unstable relics. Ruins, sealed devices, and things clearly labeled do not touch are invitations rather than warnings.
• The Jungle’s Disgrace
Warders or those familiar with Golmore may recognize him as the one who left under… unusual circumstances. Encounters can range from hostility to disbelief to secondhand embarrassment.
• Brilliance Under the Ego
When the situation turns serious, his intelligence becomes undeniable. Puzzles, ancient technology, and impossible problems often fall to his insight, assuming his pride does not sabotage him first.

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• Name: V'aryn Tia

• Gender: Male

• Orientation: Straight

• Relationship: Taken - in a relationship with I'lydia

• Age: 29

• Height: 5' 7"

• Race: Miqote

• Occupation: Healer, Conjurer, Employee of Dahl Trading Company

• Alignment: Neutral Good

• Favorite Foods: Anything sweet

• Favorite color: Blue

• Pets: A nutkin named Zefir.

About:Born in the sun-baked sands of Forgotten Springs, he was the middle child of a very large Sun Miqo’te brood, a tangle of siblings so loud, competitive, and high-energy that he learned early to carve space for himself by growing quiet. Where others wrestled and shouted, he watched. Where they sought attention, he slipped into the background. Over time, he became shy, withdrawn, and overwhelmingly people-avoidant, not out of fear, but exhaustion. Noise simply drowned him.But even from a young age, he had a gift: he saw people. Their hurts, their desires, the emotions they tried to hide. Sensitivity to aether ran deep in him, and without guidance, every intense feeling from others brushed against his own. By adolescence, he knew he could not stay in Thanalan, too many siblings, too much chaos, too little quiet.So he left the desert behind and journeyed to Gridania, drawn by the promise of serenity beneath whispering boughs and the subtle pulse of the Lifestream. There, he embraced the path of conjury. The elementals found him gentle and earnest, and though easily overwhelmed, he proved to be a natural healer, soft hands, steady focus, and a talent for sensing wounds beneath the surface.After earning his staff, he wandered for years as a traveling healer. He helped caravans cross dangerous paths, tended to travelers with nowhere else to turn, and offered quiet comfort in ways few understood. Violence repulsed him. Conflict drained him. He became known as a pacifist, someone who would always reach for peaceful solutions first.That pacifism, however, has limits. Those who mistake his softness for weakness learn quickly and painfully that it is restraint, not inability. When threatened, when his patients or family are endangered, or when cruelty pushes him too far, he becomes a vicious, unrelenting fighter. His aether, so gentle in healing, surges like a desert storm, raw, fierce, and protective. He does not fight to prove himself. He fights to end the threat, and he does not stop until it is done.His wandering days changed when he met I’lydia, the clever, headstrong heiress of a large trading company. Their connection unfolded slowly and tenderly, and together they welcomed a son, V’ihaan Dahl. Fatherhood reshaped him in ways nothing else ever had. For the first time, he felt truly anchored, no longer drifting from place to place but rooted in love and purpose.He took employment under I’lydia’s banner, applying his healing skills to aid caravans, maintain worker health, and act as a calming presence amidst the bustle of commerce. Now, he resides at her side, still shy, still soft-spoken, still easily flustered, but deeply devoted to his family and fiercely protective of the small life that changed his world.To most, he is quiet.
To some, he is strange.
To those who know him, he is a calm river in a loud world, warm, healing, and far more dangerous than anyone realizes.

Hooks:
• The Gentle Healer
He offers aid freely and without judgment. Those in pain, physical or otherwise, often find comfort in his presence.
• Easily Overstimulated
Crowds, noise, and confrontation drain him quickly. He may withdraw suddenly, not out of rudeness, but self-preservation.
• Soft-Spoken, Deep Listener
He speaks rarely, but listens intently. People often find themselves sharing more than they intended.
• Devoted Father
Mentions of children or family soften him instantly. His son, V’ihaan Dahl, is the center of his world, and he is quietly proud of that.
• Pacifist by Choice
He avoids violence whenever possible, believing healing should come before harm. This conviction shapes how he approaches nearly every conflict.
• The Line You Should Not Cross
There is a clear boundary between peace and fury. Once crossed, there is no gentle version of him left to negotiate with.
• Protective Instinct
Threats to the vulnerable, the sick, or those under his care provoke an immediate and visceral response.
• Caravan Work
He frequently travels with trade caravans, offering medical support and calm under pressure. Danger often follows the road.
• Elemental Fury
Though trained as a conjurer, his aether can surge violently when he is forced to defend others.
• A Targeted Family
Enemies who learn of his ties to I’lydia or his son may see leverage. They will be sorely mistaken.

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• Name: S'eidr Lovell

• Gender: Female

• Orientation: Bisexual

• Relationship: Poly; Married to I'lydia Dahl, other lovers vary

• Age: 24

• Height: 4'9"

• Race: Au Ra, Raen

• Occupation: Limsan Rogue, Hotel Stardust Management, Owner of Rabbit's Reverie, Owner & Photographer of Spriggan Studios, Shout Runner at Silver Helix

• Echo: No; but she has a higher vibration of aether which makes her sensitive to aether being used on her, generally this manifests in a preference not to see a healer when injured. It has left her with a fair amount of scars.

• Special Abilities: Kojin's Blessing

• Religion: She worships Rhalgr the destroyer, following the practice of seeking strength of body and mind.

• Alignment: Neutral Good

• Favorite Foods: Grilled fish, Ginger cookies, and Hot chocolate

• Favorite color: Red, purple, and/or teal

• Pets: Tachi; An orange tabby cat that she found among the back alley's of Limsa when she was younger. Rhalgr; A mountain Zu that was gifted to her from I'lydia. He is ''tame'' but can still be unpredictable and dangerous.

• Companion: A Namazu sometimes accompanies her that she calls 'Fishsticks' and while he has a name he's never bothered to correct her, thinking the derogatory term is a compliment. S'eidr won him during a card game with a man who had made the Namazu part of the pot to be rid of the beastkin. Fishsticks believed he owed the man a life debt, and after S'eidr won he transferred that to her, despite her efforts to get him to leave.

About:Blessed by the Twelve or by sheer dumb luck, she was found floating on a piece of debris from an unlucky trade vessel in the Sirensong Sea by H’alstein Lovell when she was a small child. Upon waking, she took to the miqo’te immediately and refused to separate from him, leading his friends to later tease him about their similar features being proof their meeting was destined. H’alstein finished the job that had led him aboard the ship that found her and returned to Limsa Lominsa. After failed attempts to uncover the fate of the trade vessel she had been on, she was formally adopted by him.Her sense of home is a strange blend of Limsan culture mingled with Ala Mhigan influence, as H’alstein himself had been displaced from there. She was raised among the scent of salty sea air and grilled fish, the glare of sunlight on white stone, and the constant noise of busy docks when in the city. Within their home were bright fabrics, beautiful jewelry, salted and spiced meats, and hearty dishes from her father’s homeland.While H’alstein attempted to set her to suitable domestic tasks such as cooking and mending clothes, S’eidr often accompanied him on smaller assignments during her youth. Out of necessity and faith, she learned to wield blades early. Despite being in her early twenties, she is a skilled rogue, raised among mercenaries, adventurers, and those who survived by knowing when to strike first. The Kojin’s Blessing, a gift she has carried for as long as she can remember, makes her just as deadly in the water as on land.She met I’lydia in Limsa Lominsa as a teenager and decided almost immediately that she would befriend the heiress, a choice made simply because she found her pretty and because Au Ra were rare in the city. Not long after, she began wearing her scales in bright, shifting colors at I’lydia’s encouragement. Friendship deepened into love, and when the time felt right, the two became eternally bonded.Together, S’eidr and I’lydia opened Hotel Stardust, a refined and discreet establishment catering to travelers, indulgence-seekers, and those who value privacy as much as comfort. S’eidr handles much of the hotel’s operations and security, a role that suits her far better than titles or public-facing leadership, though she continues to grow into the responsibility. The hotel ultimately found its home in Shirogane, close enough to the sea to feel familiar, even if it will never truly replace Limsa in her heart.Through her marriage, S’eidr also found herself in the unexpected role of stepmother to V’ihaan Dahl, the young son of V’aryn and I’lydia. Reluctant and uncertain at first, she struggles with the weight of the responsibility but proves fiercely protective in practice, if awkward in affection. Family, found or otherwise, remains something she takes seriously, even when she pretends she does not.Now settled near the water once more, S’eidr balances her life between blades, business, and bonds she never planned to form, all while quietly pursuing the unresolved disappearance of her adopted father, H’alstein Lovell.

Hooks:
• Dockborn Familiarity
She is most at ease near ports, taverns, and ships. Sailors, adventurers, and dockworkers often find her easy to talk to, even when she keeps parts of herself guarded.
• Leadership, Reluctantly
Though visibly uncomfortable with authority, she carries herself with quiet competence. Staff and associates may notice her growing into leadership, whether she wants to or not.
• Blunt but Warm
She is straightforward and honest, sometimes painfully so, but rarely cruel. Conversations tend to be direct, practical, and grounded.
• Devotion Worn Openly
Her bond with I’lydia is evident in the way she speaks, moves, and prioritizes. She makes no secret of loving deeply and without hesitation.
• A Limsan at Heart
Despite living elsewhere, her habits, speech, and worldview are unmistakably shaped by Limsa Lominsa.
• Deadly in the Water
Thanks to the Kojin’s Blessing, she is just as lethal beneath the waves as on land. Maritime threats, underwater ruins, or sea-bound missions suit her well.
• Raised Around Violence
She did not seek combat, but it found her early. When blades come out, she does not hesitate or posture. She ends fights efficiently.
• The Missing Father
The disappearance of H’alstein Lovell remains unresolved. Clues tied to Limsa, trade vessels, mercenary work, or Ala Mhigan displacement draw her attention quickly.
• Port City Problems
Smuggling, piracy, black market relics, or dockside politics are familiar territory and often pull her into deeper trouble.
• Found Family Matters
She is fiercely loyal to those she considers hers. Betrayal cuts deeply and is not easily forgiven.
• Faith Through Strength
Her devotion to Rhalgr centers on endurance, discipline, and growth through hardship, not blind obedience.
• Still Learning Authority
She questions herself more than others realize, especially when responsible for people instead of just outcomes.
• Pulled by the Sea
No matter where she lives, the ocean remains a constant call, a reminder of where she began and what she lost.

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• Name: A'maris Le'loup

• Gender: Female

• Orientation: Straight

• Relationship: Taken; its complicated

• Age:

• Height:

• Race: Half-lupin, half-miqote

• Occupation: Asset of The Collector

• Echo: No

• Special Abilities: Heightened strength & senses

• Religion: None

• Alignment: Gray

• Favorite Foods: Meaty dishes

• Favorite Color:

• Pets: None

About:
A’maris Le’loup was born beneath Doman skies, though she remembers little of them beyond fragments of warmth and distant color. Whatever life might have awaited her there ended early, traded across the sea into the possession of a Sharlayan collector whose interests lay not in comfort, but in rarity.To him, she was never quite a person in the ordinary sense.
Not prisoner. Not pet. Not slave.
Something stranger. Something curated.Her mixed blood marked her as spectacle. Half lupin, half Miqo’te, she became a living curiosity displayed in quiet salons and private gatherings where scholars and elites observed her with fascination that bordered on reverence. She was dressed well, fed richly, and denied nothing that could be granted without granting freedom. So long as she behaved, the world remained soft.At twelve summers, softness ended.Under constant watch, she was trained in the brutal precision of the pugilist’s art. Not for sport, nor honor, but utility. Her body became both weapon and ward, shaped to subdue rather than destroy, to retrieve rather than rescue. Obedience was never forced through cruelty. It was cultivated through careful generosity, through a life where disobedience simply never seemed worth the cost.Whatever moral compass she might have inherited dulled slowly in that gilded quiet. Right and wrong blurred into purpose and permission. Survival became elegance. Violence became routine.Now, in her twenty-fifth year, A’maris moves through the world as an extension of her collector’s will. She is dispatched where diplomacy fails and subtlety is required. Some missions ask for persuasion. Others for capture. A few for disappearance.All serve the same end.The collector’s growing archive, known in hushed circles as The Black Index, is no ordinary library. Its “volumes” are living things. Dangerous men. Forbidden entities. Singular minds meant to be studied, contained, and preserved in the name of a future only Sharlayan claims to understand.A’maris gathers them with quiet efficiency.Whether she believes in that future…
or simply does not know how to want another…
remains a question no one has yet thought to ask.

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• Name: I'vy

• Gender: Female

• Orientation: Straight

• Relationship: Single & Mingling

• Age: ??

• Height: 4'9.5"

• Race: Miqote

• Occupation: ??

• Echo: No

• Special Abilities: Does a cute smile count?

• Religion: No

• Alignment: ??

• Favorite Foods: The sweeter the better

• Favorite Color: Pink

• Pets: Are you volunteering?

About:
No one is quite certain where Ivy came from, and she rarely offers the same answer twice.By her own telling, she simply appeared one day, like foam on the tide or glitter caught in lantern light, already dressed in soft pastels and already laughing as though she knew a secret no one else had been told. What can be agreed upon is that she is somewhere in her mid to late twenties, a Miqo’te of petite stature and generous curves, with bright eyes that shine equal parts innocence and mischief.Her most striking feature is, of course, her ears and tail. They are not fur, but drifting clusters of iridescent bubbles that shimmer with every movement. The work is whispered to be the result of an underground, black market procedure that is expensive, experimental, and almost certainly illegal. Ivy never confirms this. She simply smiles and says they are real enough for me.She lives easily among places others approach with caution. Velvet lit clubs, back alley lounges, and private rooms where deals are made in low voices and names are better forgotten. Coin never seems to be a problem, though its source remains politely unexamined. Ivy has a talent for befriending dangerous people and leaving those encounters not only unharmed, but adored.At first glance, she can seem airy, distracted, even a little foolish, prone to wandering attention and sudden whims of delight. Those who underestimate her tend to learn quickly that her mind moves in unexpected ways. Now and then, she offers an observation so sharp and perfectly timed that entire conversations shift around it. Whether this is hidden cleverness or simple luck is anyone’s guess, and Ivy does not worry about the difference.She dresses in shades of pastel pink and violet threaded with holographic shimmer, as though determined to remain soft and luminous even in the city’s darkest corners. Pleasure, to her, is not decadence but defiance. It is a bright refusal to let the world grow dull.Whatever her past may be, and whatever quiet bargains keep her comfortable, Ivy moves through life like rising bubbles. Light, sparkling, and impossible to hold for long.And if danger follows in her wake, she has always liked interesting company.

Hooks:

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Courtesan Fees:

• 500k /hourly (nsfw during work hours)

• 1 mil /hourly (nsfw during off hours)

• Name: Huda Ma'at

• Gender: Female

• Orientation: Bisexual; male leaning

• Relationship: Single

• Age: 27

• Height: 4' 10"

• Race: Exotic Miqote

• Occupation: Dancer, entertainer, courtesan

• Echo: No

• Special Abilities: None

• Religion:

• Alignment: Chaotic Good

• Favorite Foods: Dumplings, sweet red wine

• Favorite Color: Gold

• Pets: None

About:
Huda is a striking Miqo’te whose presence carries the hush of silk and lantern light wherever she walks, her movements shaped by years of disciplined dance taught to her in childhood beneath watchful, exacting eyes. What began as art, grace, rhythm, and the quiet language of the body slowly drew her toward the velvet-shadowed world of pleasure houses, where performance and survival blur into something more complicated.She was not raised alone, nor without history.
Huda is one of three sisters, alongside Tausret and Samira, born into a lineage long devoted to entertainment and artistry. For generations, their house cultivated beauty, refinement, and rare presence as both inheritance and expectation. Appearances were carefully preserved. Talents were nurtured with intention. Even the qualities that set them apart from other Miqo’te were not accident, but design. They were meant to be memorable. Meant to be extraordinary. Meant, above all, to be seen.Within that house, discipline arrived early and without question.
Dance was not simply encouraged. It was essential. Every motion was studied until grace became instinct, every gesture shaped until expression itself could be controlled. Music, posture, voice, stillness. All were tools to be mastered. Art was livelihood, identity, and obligation woven together so tightly that one could not exist without the others.Unlike many who walk similar paths, Huda never lost her sisters to distance or silence. Tausret and Samira remain constant threads in her life, their connection enduring beyond performance halls and passing seasons. Whatever differences time has carved between them, the bond of shared origin endures. In quiet moments between engagements, in letters carried across cities, in reunions measured in glances rather than words, they remain part of one another’s rhythm.Her transition into the pleasure houses was therefore less a fall than a continuation, a deepening of the role she had always been prepared to inhabit. Lantern-lit corridors replaced rehearsal chambers. Strangers replaced patrons of the stage. Yet the same lessons held true. Presence could command attention. Kindness could disarm danger. Distance could protect what softness could not.What Huda did not expect was the way the life would answer something within her.
She did not merely endure it. At times, she felt vividly alive inside it. There was thrill in uncertainty, freedom in fleeting closeness, and quiet power in choosing how and when to be known. Even within structures shaped by expectation, she found moments that belonged solely to her.Still, survival required careful balance.
Warmth offered, but never freely.
Intimacy shared, but never unguarded.
A smile capable of comfort, concealment, or refusal, depending on what the moment demanded.Now, at twenty-seven, Huda moves through lantern glow and whispered rooms with effortless grace, the culmination of generations who shaped art into inheritance. To many she appears luminous, composed, and untouchably serene. Beneath that radiance lives someone watchful and deliberate, someone who understands both the beauty and the cost of being shaped for admiration.She has become many things in order to remain whole.
Dancer. Companion. Illusion. Sanctuary.And through it all, the quiet certainty endures that she is never entirely alone. Tausret and Samira remain part of her story, as constant as breath, as steady as rhythm. Whatever paths the future may open, they are threads she will not let the world sever.

Hooks:

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Courtesan Fees:

• 500k /hourly (nsfw during work hours)

• 1 mil /hourly (nsfw during off hours)

• F-List

• BDSM Test Results

• Name: Culann Rolvsson

• Gender: Male

• Orientation: Pansexual

• Relationship: Single

• Age: 285

• Height: 6'1"

• Race: Viera

• Occupation:

• Concierge of Hotel Stardust

• Courtesan at The Collared Kitten

• Owner of The Red Flag bar

• Alignment: Morally Gray

• Favorite Foods: Pies, Coconut -flavored anything, and Mochi

• Favorite color: Sunset

• Body Mods:

• Nipple piercings

• A tattoo with Eorzean text with Ishgard's moto Of the sky, from the sky, for the sky down his spine

• A tattoo of cursive Eorzean palmistry chart on his left hand

• A tattoo griffin cuff

• A tattoo of planet, moon, star, and wings on his back/shoulders

• Pets: N/A

About:
Long before his birth, his parents committed the unthinkable—they abandoned the strict isolation of the Golmore Jungle and fled across the sea, seeking a life unbound by the Green Word. They settled in vibrant Thavnair, where spices perfumed the air and every street echoed with music and color. It was there, far from the shadowed canopy of the Wood, that he entered the world—an anomaly among his kind, raised not in silence, but in a tapestry of culture, trade, and stories.From an early age, he absorbed the rhythms of Thavnairian life: bazaars bustling with travelers, dockworkers shouting greetings across the wharves, dancers spinning flame like threads of gold. He grew into a free spirit—outspoken, curious, and eager to meet any soul who crossed his path. No tale was too small, no stranger too foreign; he sought connection with an open heart and a mischievous smile.Over the long decades, his natural agility and keen senses shaped him into a formidable combatant, though he never wielded his skill for glory. Coin, however, has its temptations. When wanderlust carried him across the coasts, he slipped—almost accidentally—into the world of smuggling. Thavnair’s bustling trade routes and shadowed ports made the transition all too easy. Soon he found himself ferrying illicit goods, navigating secret channels, and crossing paths with pirates whose loyalties shifted like the tides.The life was dangerous, intoxicating, and ultimately scarring. He learned to fight not for sport, but for survival. He witnessed betrayals in moonlit harbors and forged alliances in smoke-filled dens. Though he eventually severed ties with the smuggling rings, the past clings to him like salt on the skin. Some debts remain unpaid. Some names he would rather forget.Seeking stability without surrendering freedom, he eventually found his way to Hotel Stardust, a place where eccentricity, elegance, and indulgence intertwine. There he became a concierge—equal parts guide, confidant, and problem-solver. With effortless charm, he welcomes travelers from every walk of life, listening to their stories with the same warmth he did as a youth in Thavnair’s markets. Nothing pleases him more than easing a guest’s burdens or nudging their visit toward a memorable delight.And for those seeking more intimate companionship, he serves as a courtesan, offering comfort, connection, and pleasure with a tenderness born of centuries of joy and sorrow. He is neither ashamed nor secretive about this work. In his eyes, intimacy—emotional or physical—is just another language through which stories are told and hearts are understood.Now, at 285 years old, he walks a path entirely his own. A man shaped by color, conflict, laughter, and longing. A fighter with a gentle smile. A wanderer who has finally found a place worth returning to, even if he never stays for long.Some whisper he seeks redemption. Others say he’s simply chasing the next good story.
He only laughs when asked—because he knows his life, like the wind, is meant to be felt, not defined.

Hooks:• The Welcoming Smile
As Hotel Stardust’s concierge, he greets guests with effortless warmth and an easy laugh. Travelers often find themselves sharing stories they never intended to tell.
• A Listener First
He listens more than he speaks, remembers details others forget, and has a talent for making people feel seen. Many return to him for advice, comfort, or simple conversation.
• Intimacy Without Shame
As a courtesan, he offers companionship with sincerity and care, treating intimacy as connection rather than transaction. Those who meet him often leave feeling lighter than when they arrived.
• Thavnairian at Heart
Music, spice, color, and celebration still cling to him. Mentions of Thavnair often spark nostalgia, stories of his youth, or invitations to dance, drink, or reminisce.
• Unpaid Debts
Though he left the smuggling life behind, not all ties were cleanly cut. Old associates, rivals, or creditors may resurface, pulling others into unfinished business.
• Knows the Back Ways
He has knowledge of hidden routes, illicit ports, and unofficial trade paths across the seas. When discretion matters more than legality, he can be an invaluable guide.
• A Fighter by Necessity
He does not seek violence, but he is no stranger to it. When danger finds him, his agility and experience surface quickly, surprising those who underestimate his charm.
• Pirates Remember
Some crews remember him fondly. Others remember betrayal. Encounters at sea or in port can turn tense fast depending on who recognizes him first.
•Always Chasing Stories
He is drawn to people with interesting pasts and places with tangled histories. New adventures often begin with nothing more than curiosity and a question asked at the wrong time.

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