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“The fear of an unknown never resolves, because the unknown expands infinitely outward, leaving you to cling pitifully to any small shelter of the known: a cracker has twelve calories; the skin, when cut, bleeds.”

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ㅤdo notㅤㅤ approach me with any kind of real-world bigotry toward people's race, gender, religion, or culture. Extremism of any kind is not welcome in my space, as such I expect my RP/Gaming partners to treat everyone with kindness and respect. I want all of my friends, no matter their lifestyle to feel safe and welcome.

ㅤdo notㅤㅤseek to roleplay with me if you or your character are under the age of 21+ | I am aware that the legal age is 18 in most places, but that does not matter.

ㅤdo notㅤㅤassume that just because I didn't post in a timey matter or took a day to myself that the RP is over. I do attend college classes & have OOC obligations.

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ㅤdoㅤㅤKeep things simple, I'm just here to have fun and find a few fun roleplay/gaming partners. While I love detailed and complex stories, I don't want to jump threw hoops just to put our character in the same room or to meet for the first time.

ㅤdoㅤㅤApproch me for roleplay if you are 21 years of age or older! I would love to hear your ideas or what you find interesting in my request..

ㅤdoㅤㅤcommucate with me! If you have questions, feel free to ask.

ㅤdoㅤㅤask to be friends! I love doing stuff like content & talking about our muses.

ㅤdoㅤㅤ understand I have a family, health issues, and OOC obligations. If I can not roleplay with you, it does not mean I don't want to. I might be slow to get into the game some weeks, if at all. As such, I do prefer Discord as an alternative means of writing as I can get to it any time of day from my phone or computer.

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ㅤbiographyㅤ Life in the broad Forests, near the eastern mountains of Dravania, was picturesque, with endless seas of grass and towering trees beneath endless blue skies, with flat land as far as your legs can carry you; for a warrior of the of nomadic clans of the area, that was a distance unmeasurable, miles uncounted. A place where the presence of civilization was more of a myth than a fact, the population was small and scattered enough that the occasional visits rarely reached more than a small percentage of the people. One among such a tribe, living on the edge between the warmer tropics and the much colder northern climes was host to a young Seeress, who would suffer strong seizure-like visions of the near future. The tribe at first welcomed her visions, growing and expanding as they found the best hunting places, their foragers reaping a great wealth from the land around them, as her visions led them to more and more fertile lands.For the first decades of her life, Cyndarii knew and cared for nothing else. Between the training that kept her body on the edge of exhaustion and the schooling that kept her mind occupied, she had little time to consider anything that lay beyond the sight of her home. Even the snow-capped mountains that framed the farthest edges of sight on the clearest days were little more than a passing curiosity.And so her powers as a seer grew…

― Dreams of A Red Moon

Still, on cold and starless nights where the only lights were the distant spires of Ishgard, she could see Dalamud sinking over the distant peaks.But in her dreams, instead of slowly drifting out of sight beneath the jagged horizon, Dalamud rose above the shining spires of Ishgard, hanging in the sky like an orb of blood, death, and destruction spattering onto the world below. She could see every droplet striking up an ocean of blood, ripples spreading across the world, cities drowning in it-Waking from these dreams was always more unpleasant than most; every vision wracked her body with pain, seizures. But these didn't ail her body; instead, they pained her soul. Devastation. Helplessness. Death on a scale she couldn't imagine, more than the people she'd ever seen in her life.She searched high and low, trying every tool and divination aid she could find; hallucinogens, tribal fetishes, places of power, everything that her tribe could get her access to, and more besides.Her time was taxed more than she could bear; fruitless hunts and bad omens dogged her days, and painful dreams haunted her nights. Despair clawed at her, desperation driving her to greater and greater efforts.And so her powers as a seer grew…

― Exile

But she wasn't infallible, and her focus blinded her to a far more pressing issue: The Ishgardian army that pressed against her tribal lands, hunting down the splinters of the Dragon Broods... and the hertics that worshiped them. It was a lucky chance and a clever scout caught trappers returning to camp, the Dravanian natives followed...It wasn't until she awoke surrounded by fire and death, paralyzed by the agony of her visions that she realized the depths of her failure; in trying to save the world from some distant threat. She failed to protect the people closest to her, even witnessing the deaths of her own family, rendered helpless by her wracking visions. Unable to do anything to change the fates of those that mattered most to her.She was cast out, thrown to the wolves and the wilds, left to fend for herself; if her visions could not protect those closest to her, then they would not shield her from the beasts of the wilds. Her blindness would be her end; but it wasn't. The wilds became her crucible, and she learned to rely only upon herself. If the world was going to end, there was nothing she could do to avert it from the wilds of Dravania. It required... Something new. A new place, a new world. It required a new Cyndarii.

― One with Many Faces

It felt like it was always raining in Gridania. It was the perfect setting for a dramatic story, or a heartbreaking romance. It was a terrible place to live. It was lush, like the forests she knew, rich with unfamiliar herbs and plants and monsters and most importantly: magic. The second most important thing was what it didn't have. Ishgardians.Sure she got odd looks for her appearance and accent and everything it entailed, but most people were bad at telling Elezen apart anyway, and disguising herself as a foreigner was never hard when the people probably hadn't met those foreigners anyway. If anything, telling them she was Ishgardian had gotten her a measure of safety; add a little bitterness whenever she spoke the name - easy enough given her history - and people usually wouldn't dig any deeper. Just another disaffected foreigner hiding away in the forests to get away from the snow. Snowbird, she had them call her, claiming her 'real name' was some heavily accented gibberish. In case Snowbird got too much attention, she would bind her chest and wear darker colors to accent her eyes and would hide behind the gaunt look dark clothing gave her; then she was a huntsman from Ala Mhigo; and no one wanted to talk about Ala Mhigo. Being a recluse in a country full of xenophobes was easy; no one wanted to bother you, so you never had to worry about keeping them away.But all of that was just window dressing, because she had a third face no one in Gridania got to see; on the border near Mor Dhona, she was Darii, and he was a rebel helping nibble away at the edges of the Garlean fortresses there, a place where her skills as a Seer were disguised by her role as a scout, ranging far and wide to find weaknesses and opportunities, avoiding the worst of the fighting and profiting where she could. Starting over for real took time, gil, and information; with enough of each, she could make a real go of it.This self-imposed exile wasn't enough to take the nightmares away. The vision of the falling moon mingled with the memories of her burning home became inseparable, fading into the background noise of her life. She was far from the only rebel with such nightmares, and they drew blessedly little attention.

― Rock Bottom

She couldn't resist the call of Mor Dhona and the Castrums there, even as the stirrings of war reared their ugly head, Dalamud slowly turning the color of blood as it slowly wound its way across the heavens, the darkening color bringing with it more and more intense nightmares and visions. Helplessness dogged her waking moments as the Castrums resisted any penetration, the Garlean defenders growing stronger and more concentrated as time passed and Dalamud descended, the great bloody orb melding her waking and sleeping moments into an endless torrent of fear.So she fled. She ran as far as her legs could take her, as far as her gil could buy her, and hid herself down the deepest hole, farthest from the war, from Garlemald, and from the great crimson omen in the sky.The deepest pit she could find herself, the only escape from the visions, was the syrup of the Dreamflower, the drug Somnus. It was when she was at her lowest, staring up at the bloody sky from a Somnus den, that she felt the world tremble; it was days yet before she found out that Dalamud had broken, releasing the caged Primal within, and the great devastation it had wrought.Helpless, trapped within her own mind, it was there she was forced to contend with the knowledge that all the visions in the world were useless without the ability to do something about them. The need to do something about them. To never feel so hopeless again as she had laying there insensate while the world trembled beneath the Primal's tyranny, her dreams finally clawing their way out into the real world.

― Intuition by any other name...

It was surprisingly easy to help people, when it came down to it. Half the time it wasn't even about using divination or magic, but instead using intuition. It even became a delightful challenge to solve things with intuition alone; after all, her intuition had never struck her down with seizures or nightmares or waking hallucinations of blood dripping from the moon...It took knowledge. It took study. It took devouring books as quick as she could get her hands on them, perhaps a little nudge from one of her talismans or fetishes - safer ways to peek behind the curtain without provoking the dreams, though it still gave her the feeling of being under that crimson sky again - and then relying on her knowledge and intuition to bridge the gap from crime to capture, or to help ferret out the true cause of someone's misfortune: after all, while Voidsent are certainly a real and present force, they probably aren't responsible for a rash of cattle deaths.That rush, the feeling of having gotten one over on the universe: that's the real treat. That's what she chases. That's the reward at the end of the quest; that, and another slow, burning ache in her chest for another challenge, another opportunity to test her wisdom and wit.Another respite from the gnawing hunger inside of her that seems to answer her queries and take her hand when she's confused, guiding her toward the truth even through unlikely leaps of logic. Just her intuition, the way she saw it; and if she was superstitious for the occasional offering of votive candles and rare books in sacrifice to her 'intuition', she never looked too deeply at the dreams the Somnus gave her, and why the darkness it brought felt like it knew her inside and out...

Settings

On Flyers &
In Local Papers

It is not odd to see the following add put out in local papers in Eorzea, Hingashi, & Thavnair… or a flyer put up in the local adventuring guilds.CYNDARII —SEER
Lost Items Found. Paranormal Investigations. Consulting. Advice. Reasonable Rates. No Love Potions, Endless Purses, Parties, or Other Entertainment

Connections

WIP

Visions of a
Near Future

Unlike others who might harbor the same skills as Cyn; the young woman is often left wracked with pain, suffering from strong seizure-like visions. In her youth, no one understood what the seer was going threw, no one to mentor and teach her how to buffer and control such visions. And for Cyndarii... anything from dreams, to the simplest of touches can set her visions ablaze.

Okay... sometimes there is Entertainment

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Cards & Addictions

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Plot One
Unsolved Investgation

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Plot Two
When the Moon Falls

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Eri'oni Ayumi

Historian & Researcher

"The First Flame quickly fades. Darkness will shortly settle. But one day, tiny flames will dance across the darkness. Like embers, linked by memories of the past."

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Zywie Ajah

Naive Healer

"You can never know everything, and part of what you know is always wrong. Perhaps even the most important part. A portion of wisdom lies in knowing that. A portion of courage lies in going on anyways."

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Zethina Briarwood

Garlean Socialite

"I don't want to have lived in vain like most people. I want to be useful or bring enjoyment to all people, even those I've never met. I want to go on living even after my death!"

Nanna Una

Viking Cat Mom

“Look at that sea, girls! --- All silver and shadow and vision of things not seen. We couldn't enjoy its loveliness any more if we had millions of gil and ropes of diamonds.”

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Ash'teria Marchand

Ishgardian Merchant

"The noble soul has reverence for itself. We need above all to learn again to believe in the possibility of nobility of spirit in ourselves. Be noble, and the nobleness that lies in other men, sleeping but never dead, will rise in majesty to meet thine own."

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Loka'chari

Gelmorran Priestess

"We can let go of burdens like condemnation and worry, perfectionism and insecurity. And we can cling desperately—even through tears—to the assurance that The Twelve know, they care, and they loves us with an infinite love. We can lay our burdens at the feet of DIvine and receive what he offers instead."

Lilichi Lichi

Lilichi Lichi

"Men go abroad to wonder at the heights of mountains, at the huge waves of the sea, at the long courses of the rivers, at the vast compass of the ocean, at the circular motions of the stars, and they pass by themselves without wondering."

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