• 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.

• 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.Hooks:
- A keen observer, if you need information gathered he'll gladly do so for a small fee.
- While he isn't too bad in a fight, he's more inclined to set a trap and gain the upper hand. Need an animal dealt with? Or perhaps a person or beastkin to go missing or brought to you?
- He enjoys a good bottle of wine and has an interest in how wine is made. Care to share?Relationships:
Kiarr Qufiswesfv - Friend

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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 to Stardust Museum

• 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 I'lydia's newest venture Stardust Keep. Helping the staff of the museum deal with history, relics, and creatures of the darker and often times dangerous kind.Hooks:
- Live or work in Ul'dah? Perhaps you've seen her around.
- Spotted her pastel clothes around a ruin? Approach with caution and perhaps anticipate mischief.
- A staff member of Stardust? You've likely seen her coming and going around the museum. Just don't ask what is in her pockets.Know Associates:
I'lydia Dahl - A close friend she views as a little sister.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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

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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 couldn’t 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.But those who mistook his softness for weakness learned otherwise. When threatened, when his patients were endangered, or when cruelty pushed him too far, he transformed. His aether, so gentle in healing, surged like a desert storm—raw, fierce, and protective. He rarely resorted to combat, but when he did, it was with the fury of someone defending what he cherishes most.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 eventually, they welcomed a son together. For the first time, he felt truly anchored. He took employment under her 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 happier than he ever was beneath the blazing Thanalan sun. He remains a gentle soul who avoids crowds, speaks rarely, loves deeply, and thinks carefully before he acts.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 deeper than anyone realizes.

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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 miqote and refused to separate from him, leading his friends to tease him later 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 look into the trade ship she'd been on she was adopted by H'alstein.Her sense of 'home' is a strange blend of Limsan culture mingled with Ala Mhigan as H'alstein originally was displaced from there. Raised amongst the scent of a salty sea breeze mixing with grilled fish, the bright glare of the sun hitting the white stonework, and the busy sounds of a Limsan dock when she was in the city. Within their home, there were bright fabrics, beautiful jewelry, salted and spiced meats, and hearty dishes of her father's homeland.While H'alstein tried to find suitable tasks for a child such as cooking and mending clothes, S'eidr did accompany him on smaller assignments in her younger years. Thus she was taught to wield blades early on due to necessity as well as for religious reasons. Despite being in her early twenties she is quite skilled as a rogue, having been raised around rogues, mercenaries, and adventurers. The Kojin's Blessing, a gift that she has had as long as she can remember makes her just as effective and deadly in water as on land.She met I'lydia in Limsa when they were teenagers and immediately decided she would befriend the heiress. A decision made simply because she found I'lydia pretty and not often did S'eidr see Au Ra in the city. She started to wear her scales in rainbow colors not long after, as I'lydia introduced the habit to her. Friendship eventually turned into something more and once things seemed right they became eternally bonded.S'eidr was persuaded and joined in a venture with I'lydia to open Stardust Keep. A museum dedicated to restoring and displaying relics of the star. Here she works in administration and security. While being in a leadership position makes her slightly uncomfortable, she has started to grow into it. The museum originally was located on a small plot in the Mist. After a year the decision was made to move Stardust Keep to Empyreum to better handle the growth due to donations and discoveries. Though, being Au Ra in Ishgard came with its own setbacks that neither S'eidr or I'lydia enjoyed. It was due to the Final Days that I'lydia's parents made the decision that the museum would be moved once more to a location that they felt would keep their daughter and her wife safe. Stardust keep is now located in Shirogane. While it isn't Limsa, S'eidr enjoys being near a port city again. To her, it feels more like home and has encouraged her to pursue the disappearance of her adopted father H'alstein.

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• Name: Culann Rolvsson

• Gender: Male

• Orientation: Pansexual

• Relationship: Single

• Age: 285

• Height: 6'1"

• Race: Viera

• Occupation: Concierge of Hotel Stardust, Courtesan at Midnight Horizon

• Alignment: Morally Gray

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

• Favorite color: Sunset

• 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.

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