Marlowe

~ Valkyria Chronicles - Changing of the Guard ~

will try to get a sheet up asap

Valkyria Chronicles - Changing of the Guard

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Final Fantasy XIV: Everdusk

Interacting with: N/A

The Quicksand looked to be quite the humble place from the outside. L'aruh noticed there were some loiterers lounging around on the outside, but they didn't seem to be drunk or looking for trouble. Nevertheless, the glances she got were less than friendly. It was interesting to see how apprehensive people could be around here. Were they like this to everyone, or was it only to people they never met before? L'aruh ran a hand through her hair, sighing. How was she even supposed to ask for help? Was she supposed to tell the whole story, or just some of it?

Carefully, she picked her way up the stairs to the doors. There seemed to be music playing inside. Did they have a live band or something? L'aruh stepped into the establishment after some deliberation, her eyes widening when she saw the absolute onslaught that was occurring. What was even going on? Swishing her tail nervously, she picked her way towards the front of the Quicksand. There was a tall man there, possibly a Hellsguard, with a strange woman perched upon his shoulders. They seemed just as off-put by everything that was happening around them. It was obvious she wasn't going to get anything done with the Quicksand in such a state of disarray. Sighing, L'aruh pulled out her tome and began to channel her aether.

"Zephyr," she summoned. Her Carbuncle appeared at her side in a subtle blaze of wonderful hue. "Settle things the best you can, please. I'd like to have something to eat before the end of the day..."

Zephyr let out a little trill and leapt on top of a table. In a few instants, it was able to summon a gust of air that wouldn't seriously harm anyone, but would possibly stall their infighting.

Final Fantasy XIV: Everdusk

@Eneui Yep, I'll PM the discord to ya.

Final Fantasy XIV: Everdusk

@Eneui Bunch of people went poof, so yee.

Final Fantasy XIV: Everdusk

Interacting with: N/A

Never had L'aruh seen such long shadows. From her first experience in Thanalan, it seemed like the region was covered in pale yellow sands and those blotches of shadow which stemmed from Ul'dah's imposing buildings. Yes, it was very much unlike Limsa Lominsa, where the city's arches allowed her to feel safe. This place was a whole other beast.

As she walked through the streets of Ul'dah's merchant strip, she fully knew that she looked like an outsider. Not that she minded. She was more interested in what the merchants were selling. At least, for now...

Seven Hells! If she knew Ul'dah was going to be this hot , she would have brought lighter clothing along with her. The sweltering heat was already getting to her head, and she had only arrived at the city a few hours ago. In Limsa Lominsa, the summers were not as intense. She wondered how the people were so nonchalant to the heat as she carried herself through the throng of people also pursuing different types of wares. Maybe it would just be best if she just focused on what they were actually selling instead of whimpering to herself about the heat.

"Ah, you!" called a voice from her right. Turning around to see who had shouted, she saw a Hyur woman next to her stall. L'aruh was unsure if the woman was beckoning towards her or someone else in the crowd. "Yes, you!"

L'aruh slipped through the torrent of people and approached the Hyur. The woman was selling all sorts of wares-- daggers, books, potions... and jewelry, too. Upon closer inspection, L'aruh noticed the daggers had been polished, but still showed signs of wear. The tomes's bindings were coming apart, the elixirs' color was off and perspiration gathered on the insides of the vials. She raised a brown, but before she could form a coherent sentence, the merchant waved her hands and spoke loudly.

"I know, I know, I know-- it doesn't seem like much. But I'm willing to give you a discount. That grimoire at your hip seems rather old... I have this new one right here for only three hundred gil."

L'aruh cast her eyes towards the purple-skinned grimoire. Like the rest of the merchant's inventory, it was dusty and old. But there was no tears in its binds or any other signs of misuse. Maybe it's actually time to replace this one, she thought to herself. She certainly had the gil but she would have to put aside some money in order to rent a room at an inn... either way, she should have some money left over after the purchase of the tome. "Alright, I'll buy it," she said, reaching for her coinpurse. "Like my mum's always said, you--"

Her fingers touched that tied her purse to the belt. All she felt was the rope and the stumps left behind by a quick knife. A quiet one, too.

L'aruh's blood ran cold. She hadn't been in the city for a day and she'd already fallen prey to a cutpurse. What was she, an idiot? Flushing, she turned to the Hyur and opened her mouth. "Ah... I-I could've sworn--"

"Oh, seems like someone got to ya, already... the celebration happenin' and all of that brings about all sorts of people. Say, you're not from around here, are ya? Someone shoulda warned you, it gets rather shady--"

She held up a hand. "I don't need an explanation," she told her bluntly. "All I need is a place where someone can help me out with a room."

"O-oh. Well, miss, there's the Quicksand, they'll probably help you out with--"

"Thanks."

L'aruh spun on her heel, flushed with anger. How could she be so dumb as to lose most of the moeny she had on her? She didn't even hear the man or woman approach her from behind. And she had sharper ears than a mouse! I''m such an idiot, she cursed herself as she stormed down the merchant's strip. How can I call myself an adventurer if I don't have my wits around me?

The Long Night | Medieval Fantasy

Interacting with: Emil @vietmyke, Rylan @Vertigo

The morning sun had long since hidden behind the horizon. Tristan wondered if they would leave before the sun graced the little city, but he realized that they would have to. Dawn meant the changing of the guard, and if the guard noticed them leaving, then they'll be lucky if they don't get flayed for trying to escape. And that is why Tristan woke up early, smelling like hay and bird shit. He opened his satchel, careful to inspect the contents. A sweet roll for today's breakfast, a waterskin, an assortment of fruit and other pastries, along with various types of cured slabs of meat that were bunched with the rest of his food. It should last enough time until they reached the other city.

Groggily, he lifted himself from the hay. The bird had kept him warm during the night. Along with the thief. He didn't check to see if Rylan was awake. Knowing the man, he was, but he really didn't want to deal with him this early in the morning, Tristan was tired and sore. Hay sure wasn't a good substitute for a soft bed... oh well. He'd have to get used to it. Who knew, maybe hay would be the best case scenario somewhere down the line.

Tristan walked toward Emil's home and peered through the window. Luckily, with enough strength, it nudged open and allowed him to slip inside without much noise. "Emil," he whispered harshly. He wasn't sure if his farmhand would be happy if Emil left the aviary. Especially if they weren't sure when they'd come back. Would they even come back? The thought frightened him. "Emil!" he called again, stepping deeper into the abode.

Final Fantasy XIV: Everdusk

@Celaira hello! Good to have you on board!

@Animal @Sleepy Bear @Celaira I will PM you with the discord info soon.

Final Fantasy XIV: Everdusk

@Sarcelle Renard Looks like a good sheet, but you mention he's shorter. How much shorter is he? Other than that, accepted.

Final Fantasy XIV: Everdusk

L'aruh Rhaumteya

𝐁𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡 𝐍𝐚𝐦𝐞:
L'aruh Rhaumteya

𝐍𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞:
Aruh (to those she calls friends)

𝐓𝐢𝐭𝐥𝐞(𝐬):
N/A

𝐑𝐚𝐜𝐞:
Miqo'te

𝐂𝐥𝐚𝐧:
Seeker of the Sun

𝐀𝐠𝐞:
Nineteen years old

𝐁𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞:
Limsa Lominsa, La Noscea

𝐎𝐜𝐜𝐮𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧:
Chef:
Because her family is one of culinarians, L'aruh works with her mother in The Fox and Dragon as a chef whenever she has free time.

𝐂𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬:
Arcanist
L'aruh has been studying as an Arcanist for four years. While she still has a lot to learn, she can certainly hold her own against a pair of wily bandits or a hungry beast.

Culinarian
Despite having over a decade of cooking under her belt, L'aruh considers her skill at cooking mediocre, at best. To everyone else, her food is quite delicious.

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫:
Female

𝐃𝐞𝐢𝐭𝐲:
Azeyma, the Warden

𝐒𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐎𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧:
Heterosexual

𝐀𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞:

Clicky

𝐇𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭:
5'2

𝐖𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭:
104 lbs

𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐫:
Dark violet

𝐄𝐲𝐞 𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐫:
Right eye is bright yellow, while her left one is amber

𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐱𝐢𝐨𝐧:
Fair

𝐁𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧:
Thin

𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐅𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐬:
L'aruh has a rather plumed tail which she grooms on the regular basis. She also has a notch in her right ear.

𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲:
An ambitious individual, L'aruh has an almost insatiable curiosity. She has a large amount of passion for the arcane and takes her studies seriously. This has made her a star pupil in the Arcanists' Guild despite the fact that she has a lot to learn. Some say that such facts have gone to her head, and this much is true. Her ambition has led L'aruh to be quite the arrogant woman-- she believes that she can accomplish anything as long as she sets her mind to it. Witty, hot-headed, and sharp-tongued, she might be abrasive to all that meet her for the first time. That is, if you catch her at a less-than-cheery mood.

Despite the fire in her blood, L'aruh is an entertaining individual to be around. She is talkative, and it is very difficult to get her to dislike someone, much less hate them. She enjoys spending time at inns and the Adventurers' Guild, not to drink, but to listen to stories of yore. At her best, L'aruh is sweet, gentle, and loving, even going so far as doting on people whom she cares about. In her own way, that is.

𝐁𝐢𝐨𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐡𝐲:
Nothing much can be said about L'aruh's past. It is not because it is shrouded in mystery, but the fact that her life has been one of mediocrity. Her parents left Gridania when her mother became pregnant with her, and thus L'aruh was born in Limsa Lominsa and lived there for the entirety of her life. She has always been a rough-and-tumble little girl, even going so far as to be called a tomboy. When she was six years old, she got in a fight with a Hyur boy on the streets near Hawkers' Alley. It was supposed to be a normal scat between two children, but the boy took it to the next level and ripped her earring out of the thin cartilage of her right ear. While L'aruh was left seeing stars, she gave him a proper pummeling before she fled the scene. After the fight with the Hyur boy, not many dared to fight her again. Instead, they relied on racist heckling and cursing from afar. While the nasty names bothered her at first, her parents soothed her frustrated heart when she came home.

Eventually, L'aruh learned how to cope with the distant bullying. When she was nine, she began helping her parents at The Fox and Dragon, a cozy inn near the market district of Limsa Lominsa. At first, she only learned to cook in order to help her mother and father. Months passed, however, and she soon knew she had a knack for making meals. The chore turned into a hobby, and the hobby turned into a part-time "profession"; she began earning a handful of gil every week at the age of thirteen.

When she was fourteen, the Calamity hit and much of Eorzea was destroyed, including Limsa Lominsa. L'aruh thanked the Twelve that neither of her parents were killed in the disaster, especially when she saw some of the youth were not so lucky. Six months was spent rebuilding The Fox and the Dragon, in which L'aruh now became a full-time chef in at the tender age of fifteen. Through her job, she was introduced to a variety of people, especially those who came to eat the meals she cooked. It was also through which that she met a member of the Arcanist's Guild. The woman, another Miqo'te, noticed the dedication L'aruh had to her craft and invited her to join the Guild as a student. L'aruh agreed, having become contempt with the stagnancy of her workplace. She had begun to dream dreams of grandeur and adventuring, much to her parents' dismay. They were not so willing to let their only child rush into danger, especially so soon after the Calamity. Of course, there was no dissuading L'aruh. With enough convincing, they allowed her to join the Arcanist's Guild as long as she tried her best to keep herself out of harm's way.

L'aruh has been part of the Arcanist's Guild for four years, now. She recently set off to Ul'dah in search of greater things. Hopefully, things go well for her on her new journey.

𝐎𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫:
L'aruh seems to have an unhealthy obsession with eating fish; she becomes excited even if she smells it being cooked.

She has names for the Carbuncles she's summoned: Zephyr for her Emerald Carbuncle, and Zenith for her Topaz Carbuncle.

L'aruh has a fear of failure and being stuck in embarrassing situations.

It is with deep anguish that L'aruh finds shame in her race due to being bullied when she was young. She doesn't allow the fact to be known by anyone, not even her closest compatriots.

She loves jewelry, dresses, and shiny things. Don't get in the way of her shopping sprees.