Epilogue.
i want you butterfly, i want you sailor, i am your lover and i am your jailor

/ˈen.sis/, [ˈẽːs̠ɪs̠]
(genitive ēnsis); third declension
(chiefly poetic) sword
And I want your violence, your silent sedation, your moon eyes, your telescope, morbid fixation. / And I want your zeroes, your polluted marrow, the sweat on your palms and your surveillance shadow.
Chapter i.
i sift out the righteous like grain from the straw, i am judgement and heaven is nigh
Ophelia Rivers.
our maiden of swords, our lady of death.
31 years old.
Coerthan Hyur.
Female (she/her).
Halone, the Fury.
9th Sun of the 1st Umbral Moon.
True Neutral.
The Chariot.
Three of Swords.
Blackblood. Scourge of the highlands. Sin weigher and debt payer. A conflicted woman with a troubled past She regrets no choices made in her life; Ophelia has only ever done what she believed was right, man’s law be damned.Where there was once a girl who wished so ardently to be a Lady, there is now a battle-hardened warrior who has stood victorious against every hardship sent her way. The etiquette in her spoken word and the harshness of her personality have little to do with each other.

someday we may see a woman king, sword in hand, swing at some evil and bleed

lore & hooks
The Swordstress. Those in need of a sellsword within the ranges of Coerthas and Dravania will inevitably hear of Ophelia during their inquiries, a Hyuran woman who never allows failure to bar her way. Whispered alongside her referral is an implied warning: her skill and reliability comes from practiced bloodshed, and she is known to be rather ruthless in the throes of combat.
Halone's (Un)holy Body. Possessing a crystal that marks her a Dark Knight, Ophelia has walked the path since she was only fourteen. Despite her tutelage from such a tender age, her mastery of the discipline is far from complete. Her rage at the injustices she and others have faced is what fuels her power, but it comes at a hefty price; she steadily burns the wick of her candle whenever she draws from the abyss, and the flames threaten to consume her should she drink too deep of the dark.
The Scourge of the Highland. Many Temple Knights know her name. Men and woman of the Convictory, too. It was Ophelia Rivers who took the lives of comrade and friend alike. She would appear like a clap of thunder with blade in her hand and shadow at her beck and call. A heretic who spat upon the good name of the Orthodox Church, called them defilers of Halone, cowards puppeteering the people for power. A scourge, she was, an unholy knight-slayer, pariah seeking retributive justice.Her crimes have yet to be forgiven by many of those she affected, regardless of the pardon she gained through fair trial by combat, thus an alluring black market bounty remains above her head.
The Noble House of Martel. Ishgard is a city of hierarchy, of structure and law. The nobles breed sons and daughters to marry, strengthening allegiances while clamouring for evermore power and influence to solidify their importance.One such house are the Martels, of Hyuran heritage and mercantile wealth. It was they who were Ophelia’s family, who her mother married into, and they did not make their distaste towards their lastborn son’s choice for a wife unknown. Not only had he brought a bastard into their fold, but an undomesticated one at that! Far too scandalous an act to evade gossip; in a city where rumours travel quickly, it made the Martels a target for loose tongues and judgmental stares.
Chapter ii.
i still got miles to go before i sleep, still got miles to go before all is revealed
Eliseo Bianchi.
an ember in the ashes, the last trace.
███ years old.
"Midlander Hyur".
Male (he/him).
███████, the █████.
██ Sun of the ██ ████ Moon.
Chaotic Good.
The Wheel of Fortune.
Eight of Wands.
There exist countless mysteries scattered across thirteen shards, and Eliseo is one among the myriad: a rift jumper carried by aetherial whim, a corporeal shade with no control over his haunting periods. All presents inevitably become his past.Only ever a temporary passenger in the annals of innumerous histories, he is far from the man he was when his tragic tale began. Akin to a ship lacking an anchor, he tumbles through time and worlds endlessly, seeking nothing more than to find a way to finally run ashore.

every time i'd flow through the world i'd see that the world, it flows through me

lore & hooks
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Perfection's Anomally. Those familiar with the primal Alexander might see in Eliseo's aether a familiar (but not identical) signature: distorted gold. Perhaps the truth and source of his condition could have begun to be cracked with study of the temporal fortress, but as Alexander lies dormant and inaccessible within the waters of the Thaliak river, it will remain a mystery unable to be solved—nothing more than a point of bizarre coincidence.
chapter iii.
i never promised you an open heart or charity, i never wanted to abuse your imagination
Dáire.
greedy heart, crooked grins & sly hands.
31 years old.
Mixed Hyur.
Male (he/him).
Menphina, the Lover.
14th Sun of the 1st Umbral Moon.
Chaotic Neutral.
Death.
Seven of Swords.
A man who sweeps through the shadows silent as a falling feather, many rumours follow Dáire regardless of where he walks, often filling in the gaps of his identity. A man of charming smiles with tired eyes, silver-tongue so sharp it could draw blood with but a few utterances.Most of what people say about him is true, but not all of it. Be careful around him, no matter the 'him' you know; he's left knives buried in the backs of better men to save his own skin. He offers no loyalties; he does his job well, and for some that alone is enough.

i could fuck or i could fight, it don't matter to me 'cause it's always the same

lore & hooks
On A Knife's Edge. Dáire's lifestyle has pushed him into making difficult and dangerous decisions time and time again. A fighter, a survivor, a thief, a killer; with his daggers in hand, he strikes with an accuracy and brutality that even a Master Assassin would find impressive.He's incredibly talented and surprisingly disciplined in the ways of espionage and reconnaissance, getting in and out hits undiscovered with what he needs secured. Years as a member of a street gang saw him hone his skills in larcenous arts. Lockpicking, burglary, pick-pocketing—he's done it all, and he's just as good at it now as he was back then.
Promise No Loyalty, Only Results. To deal in information is to deal in sordid secrets, to willingly embrace employment where your life is on the line on both sides of the wire. Dáire has set up a unique yet reliable system to ensure only those who won't waste his time get penciled into his calendar: marked caches. In order to get his attention and establish a connection, he requires two things be left within—a letter, and an object of value. The object acts as a symbol of commitment to the meeting until business is discussed, at which point it will be returned.
Simple Human Pleasure (AKA. The Seven Deadly Sins). Live your life freely, he says with a wink and a grin, don't let the past strangle you. Allow him to show you a glimpse of freedom, to ease the burden of the day-to-day. He's known to be the sort to approach with self-assured confidence, to settle a broad palm at your lower back, to be dashing and sweep you off your feet... but you'd best be wary of him; he'll pluck what he needs from you and be gone before the sun rises, leaving no trail in his wake.
The Crack Upon The Gem's Surface. The Besmirched is well known in certain circles. Some might regard him as too dangerous, while others might be keen to capitalise on such a wildcard.
chapter .
just like the seed i'm chasing the wonder, i unravel myself all in slow motion
Nasri Betwanhe.
dreamer of the woods, spinner of magic.
27 years old.
Keeper of the Moon Miqo'te.
Cis female (she/her).
Menphina, the Lover.
23rd Sun of the 6th Umbral Moon.
Neutral Good.
The Hierophant.
Queen of Cups.
Rooted in a primordial reverence of nature, Nasri intricately weaves the traditional magicks of her people with the teachings of Gridania's Conjurer's guild. She sees the lives of those around her richer in good health and blooms.Once more a patroller of her home's soil, she is far from a dogmatic tribal healer. She exhibits an open-mindedness her clan does not share, and seeks to understand the affects of white magic not just upon the land but on history too.

with hands so soft, delicate and sweet, you learn to fall and balance on your own two feet

lore & hooks
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the author.
we've worn the cloak of secret lives, we've seen the truth, magic that we send
Riley.
contact
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i will...
Do Gpose collaborations, primarily through MCDF useage.
Do in-game and Discord based roleplay.
i won't...
Write non-continuity/one-shot ERP. Please look elsewhere for that.
Engage with homophobes, transphobes, racists, and general bigots.

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