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valoirs[He's a non-WoL adventurer. He's often found in Limsa working at the Fishing Guild or helping out at the Marauder's Guild. He does chores and errands for his Free Company in the Lavender Beds so he can generally be found in any of the city states really. He loves to frequent the markets to fuel his potion addiction, but he's easily swindled into buying garbage.
As far as personality goes think stereotypical straight white fuckboi.]
As far as personality goes think stereotypical straight white fuckboi.]
[alfeoux has, of late, been leveling his alchemist trying his hand at making various potions. why? well, because it amuses him, for one thing, and he enjoys using his concoctions to boost his abilities in battle. (learning the culinarian's trade was fun, too, but alfeoux couldn't eat too much of his own good cooking for fear of ruining his immaculate figure, and look... he doesn't have friends to pass his meals off on.)
but potions are pretty easy to throw at people. whenever alfeoux makes too much of something he doesn't want and can't sell, there's always some adventurer willing to make the most of them. and as much as alfeoux generally hates people, he does have certain standards. he doesn't hand out tampered food. he doesn't pass out poisoned potions.
today, in hawker's alley, everything he's offering is legitimate.
sort of.]
You, there. The Hyur boy. How would you like a selection of my tinctures?
[hey kid, want some drugs?]
but potions are pretty easy to throw at people. whenever alfeoux makes too much of something he doesn't want and can't sell, there's always some adventurer willing to make the most of them. and as much as alfeoux generally hates people, he does have certain standards. he doesn't hand out tampered food. he doesn't pass out poisoned potions.
today, in hawker's alley, everything he's offering is legitimate.
sort of.]
You, there. The Hyur boy. How would you like a selection of my tinctures?
[hey kid, want some drugs?]
[I saw "straight white fuckboi" and you have no idea how badly I wanted Felih to open with just "Why are you like this" after observing The Fuckboi in his natural habitat. I shouldn't be laughing this hard about a gagtag idea but it's also 4am.]
With the Marauders' Guild being so close to the Culinarians' Guild, it was actually quite a common occurrence for Felih to end up delivering larger food orders to the ever-hungry group of adventurers who frequented the place.
Still, it always gets him meeting quite the interesting set of characters...
"Good gods. How do you all manage to put away this much food...? I had to go hunting and fishing for extra meat myself just for your order!" he huffs as he rolls in the last of the meal wagons.
With the Marauders' Guild being so close to the Culinarians' Guild, it was actually quite a common occurrence for Felih to end up delivering larger food orders to the ever-hungry group of adventurers who frequented the place.
Still, it always gets him meeting quite the interesting set of characters...
"Good gods. How do you all manage to put away this much food...? I had to go hunting and fishing for extra meat myself just for your order!" he huffs as he rolls in the last of the meal wagons.
arthur inkwell | librarian, adventurer, beleaguered healer
inklongdry
2018-03-08 09:33 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Non-WoL flavor by default. Full background is here.
tl;dr version: sheltered rich kid and archivist’s son stumbles into a life of adventuring. Will heal you and help out but will most certainly bitch about it the whole time. Excels in dry sarcasm. His faerie likes to sass him. Sometimes, he shoots things. ]
tl;dr version: sheltered rich kid and archivist’s son stumbles into a life of adventuring. Will heal you and help out but will most certainly bitch about it the whole time. Excels in dry sarcasm. His faerie likes to sass him. Sometimes, he shoots things. ]
[Ishgard's libraries are largely intertwined with its churches, the one at Saint Reymanaud's Cathedral being no exception. A vast majority of the volumes are Halonic doctrine, and unlike the ossuary in Ul'dah, carefully catalogued to the point of probable insanity.
So why the hells is she here? Sent on a fool's errand for a missing volume of some Halonic epic or other, Irhya supposes. One is missing, but of course, he doesn't know exactly which one, and is now quaking in his boots to think what will happen if his mishap is found out. Of course. Of course.
There are only a few dutiful archivists remaining at this hour, the lights dim except for... wait, what? She follows a faint greenish glow to a peculiar light source, the sensation of it warm and gentle on her skin, and peers into a shelf to find, of all things, a fairy sitting preening herself between a few thick books.
...She grins. It's a bit sly.]
Oho, what have we here?
So why the hells is she here? Sent on a fool's errand for a missing volume of some Halonic epic or other, Irhya supposes. One is missing, but of course, he doesn't know exactly which one, and is now quaking in his boots to think what will happen if his mishap is found out. Of course. Of course.
There are only a few dutiful archivists remaining at this hour, the lights dim except for... wait, what? She follows a faint greenish glow to a peculiar light source, the sensation of it warm and gentle on her skin, and peers into a shelf to find, of all things, a fairy sitting preening herself between a few thick books.
...She grins. It's a bit sly.]
Oho, what have we here?
"Holly! Holly! Where are you going? Get back here!" Felih calls after a flitting ball of light that soon seems to find its goal- Arthur. "Good gods, what's gotten into you all of a sudden?"
The Miqo'te comes crashing around a corner trying to chase after the ball of light, and soon enough he finds his faerie curiously flitting about Arthur's form, poking and prodding at him, the little lady trying to peek and rummage into all his pockets.
"Holly! There you are... what are you-? Leave that man alone, Holly! I'm sorry, she must be curious, though I can't for the life of me figure out why she just flew off like that..." Felih apologizes as he quickly and gently corrals Holly back onto his shoulder, where she folds her arms and pouts.
The Miqo'te comes crashing around a corner trying to chase after the ball of light, and soon enough he finds his faerie curiously flitting about Arthur's form, poking and prodding at him, the little lady trying to peek and rummage into all his pockets.
"Holly! There you are... what are you-? Leave that man alone, Holly! I'm sorry, she must be curious, though I can't for the life of me figure out why she just flew off like that..." Felih apologizes as he quickly and gently corrals Holly back onto his shoulder, where she folds her arms and pouts.
[well
whenever qilala takes her visit to the thaumaturge's guild next, it's gonna be a bit different from normal. mostly because most of the students are in varying levels of pain and groaning on the ground, the guildmasters are Suspiciously Absent, and there's an au ra girl with a rapier chilling out, sitting on the alter to Thal.
... She's ignoring Qilala, though, since wearing a pink kimono means you're probably not a thaumaturge, right?]
whenever qilala takes her visit to the thaumaturge's guild next, it's gonna be a bit different from normal. mostly because most of the students are in varying levels of pain and groaning on the ground, the guildmasters are Suspiciously Absent, and there's an au ra girl with a rapier chilling out, sitting on the alter to Thal.
... She's ignoring Qilala, though, since wearing a pink kimono means you're probably not a thaumaturge, right?]
[The Doman shinobi have brought someone new to the Rising Stones today. As they begin explaining her situation to Tataru - an Echo awakening, promising results in early training, and so on - they don't seem to realize that their charge has wandered off in a wide-eyed daze, taking in the sights with increasing glee, her tail twitching excitedly instead of the usual Auri swaying calm.
She. Might be prone to tripping over something smaller than her, in this state. A chair, a discarded bottle, a Lalafell...]
She. Might be prone to tripping over something smaller than her, in this state. A chair, a discarded bottle, a Lalafell...]
~adventure~...as soon as you resist the urge to go flipping through the book to find all the endings
gakunin
- 2018-03-24 01:25 (UTC) - Expand[I can absolutely see Felih being a fellow Scion who talks and works fashion with her- he too, has that kind of insecure vanity that comes out in the form of fussing over looks and clothes. I can almost imagine them being that pair of folk at the bar judging everyone else's fashion choices. He could either be a more established Scion or a newbie- if that sounds fun to you! :D ]
[ voicetesting! please be gentle. ]
[they say the lord commander is come to meet with a representative of the scions, but in truth francel cares little for such grand gestures of diplomacy on the world stage. it isn't as though he's blind to what such a gesture could mean for ishgard's future — he knows full well that his beloved friend, lord haurchefant, would dearly love to see ishgard with open borders, embracing the eorzean alliance — but that isn't particularly important, not in francel's eyes. no, what matters to the young lord is his little fiefdom in windswept dragonhead. nothing less and nothing more.
the world is not his responsibility. skyfire locks is.
it is for this reason, and this reason alone, that francel makes his way toward camp dragonhead in the early hours of the day. he does not ride: skyfire locks has no stables in which to keep a chocobo. instead, he walks. his knights like to make much of his modesty. lord francel is too pious, too humble, to ride, they will often say. but the truth is that he's just poor — at least, by high house standards.
nevertheless, it is in this simple and unassuming way that he manages to catch ser aymeric in the courtyard of camp dragonhead, in the early hours of the morning, well before alphinaud and the warrior of light are scheduled to meet him in the intercessory.]
Ser Aymeric. [francel pauses.] It is an honor to have you here.
the world is not his responsibility. skyfire locks is.
it is for this reason, and this reason alone, that francel makes his way toward camp dragonhead in the early hours of the day. he does not ride: skyfire locks has no stables in which to keep a chocobo. instead, he walks. his knights like to make much of his modesty. lord francel is too pious, too humble, to ride, they will often say. but the truth is that he's just poor — at least, by high house standards.
nevertheless, it is in this simple and unassuming way that he manages to catch ser aymeric in the courtyard of camp dragonhead, in the early hours of the morning, well before alphinaud and the warrior of light are scheduled to meet him in the intercessory.]
Ser Aymeric. [francel pauses.] It is an honor to have you here.
Edited 2018-03-13 03:07 (UTC)
Piña Colada - Multi WoL Timeline - Thinks Aymeric is the Shit
levelthreehooligan
2018-03-14 08:29 pm (UTC)(link)
[[Pinya is constantly visiting Ishgard to see her dear friend Aymeric, she fears he doesn't get enough down time running most of Coerthas at any given time. After her recent jaunt in Kugane, and after seeing him briefly in Ala Mhigo, she deicdes it's time to visit again, but this time, with food and drink! after 4.0 as we havent seen him since that qAq]]
"My Friend!" She delights when she opens the doors to his command chamber. There are a couple of new knights on guard that don't know her face yet, nor who she is, so they are following her in, trying to grasp at her to keep her from interrupting their Lord.
"My Apologies, Lord, she simply burst in here-"
"My Friend!" She delights when she opens the doors to his command chamber. There are a couple of new knights on guard that don't know her face yet, nor who she is, so they are following her in, trying to grasp at her to keep her from interrupting their Lord.
"My Apologies, Lord, she simply burst in here-"
{ current up to 4.25.
only have a backstory for her as 'the' Warrior of Light, but can whip up an adventurer alternative as needed. info is available in this journal! but mostly she is just your quiet, earnest WoL training, adventuring, and questing 24/8 (much to Alisaie's frustration and the delight of Idyllshire's orphans).
she approximately 26 and has no memory of her life pre-2.0, so she fills the memory gaps with learning new jobs at an impressive rate.
she doesn't have time for the dokidokis, and can't see the appeal of kissing or sex because. as fascinating and marvelous as she finds the human body it is also Very Gross. she sure can appreciate how damn pretty all her allies are though, Twelve be good. }
only have a backstory for her as 'the' Warrior of Light, but can whip up an adventurer alternative as needed. info is available in this journal! but mostly she is just your quiet, earnest WoL training, adventuring, and questing 24/8 (much to Alisaie's frustration and the delight of Idyllshire's orphans).
she approximately 26 and has no memory of her life pre-2.0, so she fills the memory gaps with learning new jobs at an impressive rate.
she doesn't have time for the dokidokis, and can't see the appeal of kissing or sex because. as fascinating and marvelous as she finds the human body it is also Very Gross. she sure can appreciate how damn pretty all her allies are though, Twelve be good. }
[I could absolutely see baby adventurer Felih being her retainer or assistant, if she needed one! Many shenanigans could be had, especially if they're becoming friends.]
Q'uila is a Lominsan native. Her duel passions are jumping from high places and mining. Most often for with fellow WoLs Pinyara Colada and Felih Tia, she's keen to help and enjoys shenanigans on the side
Re: Q'uila Sunrise | WoL and Ultimate Floor Tank (tm)
levelthreehooligan
2018-03-14 08:23 pm (UTC)(link)
[[Can't believe you misspelt pinya's name wow ]]
"tHINK FAST!"
[[WHOOSH]]
"tHINK FAST!"
[[WHOOSH]]
Well I suppose we had to replace our other stupidly long thread somehow XD
dragoonrouge
- 2018-03-29 08:34 (UTC) - Expand*jazzhands* Q'uila's turn for surprise Angst this time
dragoonrouge
- 2018-04-09 16:12 (UTC) - Expand[No smut obviously, she's ten.]
Felih is a dutiful kind of person, and he's become very attached to Zhloe and her orphanage, doing all he can to help their finances stabilize so that all the children are well-provided for. On many occasions he even helps out directly, donating food and gil and clothes. With his weaver's skill and culinarian training, he can prepare both meals and attire for the children, and he's glad to be able to help.
But of course, one very important stop every time he goes to Idyllshire is to check in on Khloe and share some stories. She listens with such rapt attention, and she's always so eager, he's glad he can inspire her budding storytelling skills. She truly is a sweet girl- and Felih can't help but want to protect all the children he meets.
"Good afternoon, Khloe," Felih greets as he goes over to her little stall, before pulling something out of his bag- a little box, neatly wrapped up with giftpaper and a bow. "I brought a surprise this time."
But of course, one very important stop every time he goes to Idyllshire is to check in on Khloe and share some stories. She listens with such rapt attention, and she's always so eager, he's glad he can inspire her budding storytelling skills. She truly is a sweet girl- and Felih can't help but want to protect all the children he meets.
"Good afternoon, Khloe," Felih greets as he goes over to her little stall, before pulling something out of his bag- a little box, neatly wrapped up with giftpaper and a bow. "I brought a surprise this time."
[[ Local Displaced Ala Mhigan Betch screws people over then becomes Warrior of Light. Later learns the lesson of her username (without the pun) and is now Tired af. But also here's an info page.]]
[I hope this is alright!]
"...the state of your hands constantly has me worried about you, lady Filia," Felih sighs as he continues his work. He's one of the healers among the Scions, his skills honed and potent in regards to healing- and his other practical skills could be of use as well. For one thing, Felih tended to de-stress by helping others de-stress, so he would often pamper others with grooming sessions (hair, fur, nails, etc) or massages.
Though, sometimes, he really did have to wrangle the other Scions, including the Warrior of Light, into sitting still long enough for him to tend to them. At the moment he's massaging one of her hands very thoroughly, glowing healing aether pushing through his fingers to help in the process of loosening and revitalizing the many muscles, ligaments, tendons, bones in the complex body part.
"I do hope the rest of you isn't as internally tangled as your hands are. Would you like me to tend your nails while I'm at it?"
"...the state of your hands constantly has me worried about you, lady Filia," Felih sighs as he continues his work. He's one of the healers among the Scions, his skills honed and potent in regards to healing- and his other practical skills could be of use as well. For one thing, Felih tended to de-stress by helping others de-stress, so he would often pamper others with grooming sessions (hair, fur, nails, etc) or massages.
Though, sometimes, he really did have to wrangle the other Scions, including the Warrior of Light, into sitting still long enough for him to tend to them. At the moment he's massaging one of her hands very thoroughly, glowing healing aether pushing through his fingers to help in the process of loosening and revitalizing the many muscles, ligaments, tendons, bones in the complex body part.
"I do hope the rest of you isn't as internally tangled as your hands are. Would you like me to tend your nails while I'm at it?"
it's no problem!! i was busy dying bc of irl stuff too, i don't mind ;u;
seasoflight
- 2018-04-21 23:42 (UTC) - ExpandI just finished two hell weeks for finals OTL but now I'm free again!
seasoflight
- 2018-04-30 12:35 (UTC) - Expand[Come at him children, Lord Manderville will help you out.]
Felih is proud of his crafts, his weaving work some of the finest the Ul'dahn merchants have ever seen, his cuisine some of the most impeccably prepared in Limsa Lominsa's finest restaurants. And he has pride in his goldsmithing skills too, ever delighted to create beautiful jewelry and tools that he can enchant and make stronger, something to provide his loved ones and comrades with more strength and protections in battle.
But, if one wants to master goldsmithing, well- there's no greater goldsmith alive than Godbert Manderville, and it can't hurt to seek out his advice. Felih has stumbled upon him many a time these days, from the hot springs of Camp Bronze Lake to the many wild adventures he ends up on with Hildibrand, but Felih's now realizing he's never actually had the chance to really ask the man about his craft and trade.
And thus, he finds himself here. Mildly confused (but not surprised, really) to find that Godbert still forgoes pants while in his own workshop, apparently. But, eh, it's not as if Felih hasn't dealt with a plethora of eccentric folks by now.
"Er, well- I just wanted to say thanks, first of all, for making time to see me," he says, curiously looking around, just taking in the workshop. "It's an honor- you're a legend in this field of trade, after all. I was actually hoping to ask you for some guidance, perhaps some helpful techniques...? What helped you learn and craft best when you were still a novice?"
But, if one wants to master goldsmithing, well- there's no greater goldsmith alive than Godbert Manderville, and it can't hurt to seek out his advice. Felih has stumbled upon him many a time these days, from the hot springs of Camp Bronze Lake to the many wild adventures he ends up on with Hildibrand, but Felih's now realizing he's never actually had the chance to really ask the man about his craft and trade.
And thus, he finds himself here. Mildly confused (but not surprised, really) to find that Godbert still forgoes pants while in his own workshop, apparently. But, eh, it's not as if Felih hasn't dealt with a plethora of eccentric folks by now.
"Er, well- I just wanted to say thanks, first of all, for making time to see me," he says, curiously looking around, just taking in the workshop. "It's an honor- you're a legend in this field of trade, after all. I was actually hoping to ask you for some guidance, perhaps some helpful techniques...? What helped you learn and craft best when you were still a novice?"
Your typical warrior, obsessed with cleaving and the fell thereof. Totally not Corey from NEST he just looks famous <3
bless, felih is very used to warriors and their shenanigans, he has 2 to babysit
seasoflight
2018-04-17 01:10 pm (UTC)(link)
Felih can't help but struggle to stifle a snort as he watches Koo'ri trying to recover from one particularly amusing, miscalculated swing.
"You know, my friend, it might help if you get the new axe properly weighted before you go about trying to swing it... as lovely as it is, it'll be useless to you until we get back to a city and get it modified." He glances to the small nook in which the tank had found his new treasure during their exploring of the old ruins.
"And I'm quite glad for both our sakes that it wasn't another trap room."
"You know, my friend, it might help if you get the new axe properly weighted before you go about trying to swing it... as lovely as it is, it'll be useless to you until we get back to a city and get it modified." He glances to the small nook in which the tank had found his new treasure during their exploring of the old ruins.
"And I'm quite glad for both our sakes that it wasn't another trap room."
[Local Miqo'te is tired and wants out of the WoL life. Full background in her journal!]
Koo'ri stumbled and fell flat on his face in front of Rose.
"Couldn't you have given me something other than just a shield?" he grumbled, rolling over onto his back. "I mean... I usually get the Spear."
"Couldn't you have given me something other than just a shield?" he grumbled, rolling over onto his back. "I mean... I usually get the Spear."
[ The Warrior of Light - or, at least, a strong warrior. Due to incidents outside of their control, Cor lost a lot of their identity. No, not their memories - that's simple. They were washed away, turned into a Primal when the Twelve awoke/at the end of 1.0. Accidentally, of course. (Their main 'verse is Godly AU, so.) They try and become friends with everybody, though they know it'll cause them to keep falling down - it's better then more people suffering, isn't it?
To those with a sight for glamours or the Echo, they look like a monster, instead of a white-haired/eyed version of Derplander. This is due to them dying over and over, and taking on traits from those who pray for them.
They were born a Dalmascan, and still sort-of recalls the harsh deserts. ]
To those with a sight for glamours or the Echo, they look like a monster, instead of a white-haired/eyed version of Derplander. This is due to them dying over and over, and taking on traits from those who pray for them.
They were born a Dalmascan, and still sort-of recalls the harsh deserts. ]
Felih has no sight for glamours or the Echo, but he does have an ear for it, his own Echo-touched given entwined with the resonance of his voice, the way it captives and commands attention, compels cooperation. Though, it is a gift he guards close to his heart, something he's cautious with.
He simply glances over curiously at the approaching adventurer, unfamiliar with them, though there is something intense about their energy that has the fur on his tail puffing up slightly.
"Well met," Felih greets politely. "It's not often I see folk wandering out this far towards the lake."
He simply glances over curiously at the approaching adventurer, unfamiliar with them, though there is something intense about their energy that has the fur on his tail puffing up slightly.
"Well met," Felih greets politely. "It's not often I see folk wandering out this far towards the lake."
[ shows up a hundred years late with starbucks tbh.. anyway i'm open to all shenans, platonic or shippy! if possible i prefer any ocs i play with to be non-WoL because i get The Anxieties over having to write established cr with a character i don't know well.. weh.. but come at me nonetheless with questions or ideas or whatever!! i'm open to all sorts of hijinks. ♥ ]
Re: alisaie leveilleur / queen of savagery + cookie connoisseur
fell_cleave
2018-04-20 10:09 pm (UTC)(link)
[He comes in like a hurricane, cleaving things as he goes alonnnnngggg! At the very least, it's a interesting thing as he's doing a checklist of kill quests.]
Hey sup?
Hey sup?
Edited 2018-04-20 22:43 (UTC)
CRASHES IN IM GLAD I CHECKED THIS OPEN POST AGAIN, TIME 2 TAG
seasoflight
2018-05-16 12:12 pm (UTC)(link)
Felih hums a little, tail swaying behind him as he considers his question, before he finally just gathers the nerve to just ask it.
He leans against the wall next to Th'ancred, and chirps, "You know, even after all this time, I never thought to ask, but... well, why is it that a Nunh is so far away from his tribe? How do you maintain such a title if you are always here among the Scions?" he asks curiously, ears perked forward as he looks the Nunh over with appraising golden eyes.
He leans against the wall next to Th'ancred, and chirps, "You know, even after all this time, I never thought to ask, but... well, why is it that a Nunh is so far away from his tribe? How do you maintain such a title if you are always here among the Scions?" he asks curiously, ears perked forward as he looks the Nunh over with appraising golden eyes.
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