Lorelei's Characters

• Everace Rhesgal/Aurifort

• A'intexl Lyeiga

• Beltris Farwalker

• Rici'el Teyvar

Hello, you may call me Everace

_{Professional dancer, botanist and traveller}

Commission@Atrishua

• General Info

• Personality

• Appearance

• Abilities

• History

• Extras

• About Me (OOC)

General Info

Commission@Puttisx

Personality

“I promise to you… I will change. No longer will I be as I used to be. I was a complete bastard… something I woke up to long ago.”

While he was growing up, Everace had been raised by the Rhesgals to be a very unpleasant person- judgemental, disgusted by anyone of the lower class, and he had been someone who genuinely grew up without a care in the world towards the safety and survival of others.These were all traits that the Rhesgals prized, however since ‘freeing’ himself from their influence at around fifteen, he has since learned the error of his ways, and has been making even more of an effort into his twenties to help out those in less fortunate positions than him- and to, he hopes, become a better person than who he used to be. A vow that he upholds to this day.In a general sense Everace is someone who is very sensitive to others' emotions, level headed, calm and soft spoken, and does often try to think situations through analytically to create a plan to lead to a better situation. He also tends to hide many of his emotions behind a tranquil mask which only falls if he trusts the other person, or if he is too overwhelmed.Generally, this is how he is most of the time, however he also has another side to him as well, a side which often threatens to peek its head out of he feels threatened. The reason he has been able to survive for so long without being apprehended is because he is a skilled and smart liar, something he tends to resort to if there is a risk of him being found and captured. He also tends to get incredibly ice cold if he is spoken to about his past, as well...Also... Word of advice, DO NOT talk to him about something that emotionally drives him, because he WILL ramble your ear off (he loves nature due to his herb gathering, also also has a love for Photimistry and weaving/dresses.)

Commission@Sylvia Brightway

Appearance

Everace’s appearance has a habit of throwing people off, causing them to often give him a second glance. He has black hair laced with prominent white, white patches all over his face and arms, and a body littered in small injuries. His irises are also bleached pale grey, a vast change from the emerald eyes of his youth. Considering his race, he has small cat-ears, slitted pupils and a tail.When it comes to clothing Everace likes wearing gowns, flowery accents, and he even also likes wearing more feminine clothing like long dresses and gowns. He almost always wears pale colours, however- He has a habit of aiming for the less eyecatching, monochrome colours in hopes that they would make him stand out a little less from the crowd. Part of the mindset he has adopted since becoming a fugitive.If he had the ability or the courage to, however, he loves brighter colours and would happily wear them, especially pastel hues like pinks and blues. He is often always seen wearing an ornate golden monocle, as well- a keepsake from an old deceased lover from his childhood, Mille.

Commission@iguanentapioca

Abilities

Combat

Generally Everace isn’t one to rely on combat, but originally when he began travelling he had relied on his skills as a Dancer, using chakrams to overwhelm his opponents with speed. But recently- thanks to the urging of some friends- he has begun to return back to using a longsword, as that is the weapon that the Rhesgals trained him in from childhood. He's vastly more experienced with using it, even if he hasn't had the courage to return to it until now.
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Disciple of Hand

Botany and Alchemy. Everace has a large leather tome on him that originally used to be a journal, but which now consists of an index of all of the plants, flowers and herbs he has witnessed on his travels- and what different ones do when mixed together. He also has a knowledge of alchemy, and what each herb can do to the human body- for the good and the Ill.He originally begun this journey so he can find a cure for his illness. Even if his search has been so far unsuccessful, it stirred a personal love in him when it comes to nature and he still writes in the book to this day.

FFXIV-only notes, dismiss if you're looking for an original plot:

Instead of making use of one's dark side to attack, as is DRK's traditional way, the Rhesgals took on Rix's corrupted yet potent aether in order to power their strikes. Everace uses a thorned blade semi-made of aether, the old blade he has had since his days with the Rhesgals.He can also form visible imagery out of aether, like roses and flowers, though this is very taxing on his body if it's used too much. Due to this, it is mainly just used for EGF and in-combat showmanship.

History

Notice:*What history you'd like to read depends entirely on your playstyle- I flick between all depending on the setting and my roleplay partner. Click on the history that applies to you belowOriginal Version is for completely original roleplays, XIV is for when I'm using him within the world of FF14.

• Original Version

• XIV

• Book of Rhesgal

History

(Original Variation)

Everace’s backstory is a complicated one. He grew up in the household of one of Intov’s lesser known noble houses- The Rhesgals, a large family that lived their life almost in a hermit-like manner away from the rest of society, especially the poorer districts. The Rhesgals were never like any ordinary family, even considering their vast quantities of wealth and their horrible attitude- the best way to describe them is to say that they were a large cult, a cult that worshipped the eldrich god of destruction, Rix.Everace was raised by the family into believing in the creature’s dark beliefs, into seeing the poorer folk below in the Second District as mere trash that needed to be taken out in order to make Intov beautiful again.It was only when- being the eldest child- the family put him in charge of a mass genocide plot against the Second District that everything changed, instructed to press a button on his fifteenth birthday that would activate a bomb in the Quarter set to go off in two weeks.At first, Everace had been happy with the plan, and had even been excited. The Rhesgals’ entire purpose- the purpose he had been raised into- had been to wipe out the lower class in its entirely, in order to allow the upper class to win the town. However, after accidentally walking into a starving child that had strayed up from the District in search of food, the event stuck into his mind, and he gradually began to realise that he actually didn’t know about how the Second District actually lived- or who lived there- outside of what his family had told him….Over the two weeks before the explosion, his mindset gradually began to change, to realise that the second District wasn’t as dirty as his family made them out to be. During this time he had actually gotten trapped in the midst of a magical storm and saved from death from some of the District civilians, nursed back to health, and eventually began to see their kindness...Realising that there was merit down there and just how much they struggled to survive, after he recovered he went there increasingly more frequently over the weeks bringing food as he came, becoming almost like a brother figure to one of the boys, Nemain, and befriending his mother, Eilel, who gave him an empty worn leather grimoire as thanks.It was also during this time that Everace met him- Mille. He had been another civilian of the Lower District, another boy his age... And over the time he spent there, he had slowly begun to fall for him. It was actually through this that he gained his love for botany, as Mille's mother was a florist and Mille had often shown Everace the flowerpicking spots she showed him.As time passed, this lead onto great emotional conflict on Everace’s part. As he gradually began to realise that the District wasn’t something that should be disposed of, he became torn between what he saw for himself and his family’s beliefs, becoming even more aware of the bomb that was set to go off in two weeks- but this time, it wasn’t with excitement. This was only made worse when Sister Styl from within the family- a troublemaker who also disagreed with their views- was caught warning the District about the event in hopes of saving them. After this, she swiftly disappeared from the Family’s ranks… The only remnants of her left behind being bloody saws hidden away behind the bins- a remnant of the "punishment" given.In the end, Everace’s new revelations won him over, and in a growing fear for his life, he fled the family with only one week left until the bomb detonated.The next week was one that passed in a blur. He holed himself up in one of the smaller libraries of the next door city, searching for a way to disarm the bomb. As it was magic-based however, he found the act nigh impossible once it was set, and the guilt and dread gradually began to eat away at him.Eventually, the day came, and instead of being overjoyed at the District’s destruction as his family willed him to be, he fell into a deep anger and depression. He had struggled with his own guilt towards putting the action in motion to begin with, and at how many people died at his hands- an entire city district, of over ten thousand people, and also Mille, the one he loved. While he blamed himself, he also bore a sharp, burning rage at the Rhesgals, and a desire to be emotionally stronger so that he wouldn’t be used anymore.When he found out that the Rhesgals had begun to target another of the city’s lower districts, that only lit a growing flame. At first, he tried to will himself to leave it be, trying to convince himself that he could find a peaceful means of resolving things. But in the end he snapped, afraid of the same thing happening again.Two days later, the Rhesgals were reported dead, slaughtered in their home by a means that barely seemed human….As it turns out, I’m the heat of his emotion, Everace had discovered and used a forbidden binding spell, using the power of Rix- the god that the family had once worshipped- in order to wipe them out for good.With his rented power, however, came dire consequences. Even to this day, he is still a notorious criminal, wanted for a heinous crime. In order to avoid the law- something he has been lucky with so far- He chooses to wander between towns under the usage of a false surname while making a living as a travelling dancer.Over time, the infection of Rix- a side effect of the Binding- consumes him ever so slightly as every day passes, and while he tries to search for a remedy for the ailment which will eventually claim his life (also part of why he got into botany to begin with) so far, he has been unsuccessful.

“can’t help but ask myself. Did I do the right thing? What even was the right thing to do in that scenario? The Knights wouldn’t ever punish one of the noble houses, regardless of their actions, even if I tried to tell them of their plan.”“And if I would have left them alive, wouldn’t that have lead to them repeating the incident? Leaving more to die? I don’t know. But I also don’t know if I would have been able to live with myself if I just let it happen again.”“I am a murderer. But had I stepped back, and let them continue their reign of destruction… would I have been any better than them?””Tell me the answer. Tell me what is right… Because “right” is never as straightforward as the heroes make it out to be”

Excerpt from his Journal, year 150

History

XIV (Original-based Variation)

Everace was raised in the household of one of Ishgard's lesser known wealthy houses. The Rhesgals lived life almost in a hermit-like manner, and lived life as a devout church (or cult) that worshipped an ancient and terrible elder god, Rix. There are some who believe the being to be a primal, but- even despite the ancient stories- the true nature of this being is still unknown to this day.Everace was raised into agreeing with their twisted beliefs, seeing those as a lower class to him as disgusting creatures that deserve to die in order to make Ishgard beautiful again- after all, he grew up in a town where the poor and wealthy were in a state of constant disarray. Originally he had agreed with them. However after inciting a terrorist plot and setting a bomb beneath one of the poorer districts of the town- set to go off in two weeks- everything began to change when he was stranded out in the middle of a snowstorm, and was saved from certain death by the denizens of the Brume.He eventually began to see their beauty, and over time his hatred for the poorer kind began to dwindle, eventually giving way to care- especially when he began to see a little boy there as a son or brother he never had. After this he fled, desperate to find a way to disarm the bomb that he himself set. However, he was unsuccessful. The area of the town he himself grew to love was wiped off the map- the nobles had won again.Blinded by conflict, grief and guilt- and fearing he had few other options- when he heard of the Family reattempting the same plot on another area of the town, he used a forbidden spell of summoning to bind the power of Rix to him temporarily. By the next day, the entire family had been found dead.A crime that he himself had been the culprit of.The media marking the yet-unknown instigator to the crimes under the guise of the Kinslayer, ever since that night Everace took to hiding in the shadows, fearful of the day his identity eventually gets found. He took to Botany in an attempt to find a cure for the deadly Taint that Rix’s possession left behind- a taint that will eventually claim him- but has thus been unsuccessful so far.

“can’t help but ask myself. Did I do the right thing? What even was the right thing to do in that scenario? The Knights wouldn’t ever punish one of the noble houses, regardless of their actions, even if I tried to tell them of their plan.”“And if I would have left them alive, wouldn’t that have lead to them repeating the incident? Leaving more to die? I don’t know. But I also don’t know if I would have been able to live with myself if I just let it happen again.”“I am a murderer. But had I stepped back, and let them continue their reign of destruction… would I have been any better than them?””Tell me the answer. Tell me what is right… Because “right” is never as straightforward as the heroes make it out to be”

Book of Rhesgal is a WIP story styled like a series of diary entries designed to flesh out Everace's history living with the Rhesgals, and about what happened back in his teenage years. Please keep note that these entries are based on his original backstory, not the XIV rework.In the mood for something to read? Take a look below for some highlights and snippets from the story! The second draft will be finished eventually... When I stop being lazy ^^;

• Introduction

• Everace and Photimistry

• "Why is he afraid?"

• Brother Xin's lament

• Second Sector

• Mille's Hijack!

• "Filthy People"

• After the Explosion

• The Spell

• Imprisoned

• Rix's Taint

• Nemain and Eilel

• To the Future

• Extra: Newspaper Articles from Intov

Introduction

19/3/131

Eleven Years Earlier

Hello there. I have no clue how to start this, so- my name is Everace. I am just an ordinary guy from the Noble Sector, proud member of House Rhesgal, and I am thirteen? If I’m going to be honest, I still don’t see the point in doing this. One of my mothers* said that it was good, a means of tracking down the days until the grand event takes place, but… I don’t know. Wouldn’t my own memory be a good enough tracker? Not everything needs to be receded- Um, recorded- for the gross masses to read. What if Prizrek's servants or the Dirty People get ahold of this? What then?But whatever; I guess I’m doing it. To whoever would read this (creeper! Or in the case of my family, hi) an explanation is likely in order.For the last few years, my family- of House Rhesgal- has been rambling on and on about finding a means to rid the city of those degenerate creatures down in the Second Sector. They mean it as a method to… Win the town, I guess?All of my brothers and sisters are over the moon about this news, and they’ve been treating me like a hero of sorts in the household. (other than Brother Reny and Sister Styl of course. For Rix’s sake, stop stealing my cookies!) Why? Because as the oldest child, it is my duty to carry out their plan!Whatever the stars it is.Yes, I still don’t know the details, you know.But it’s all good. Whenever I walk out of Rhesgal Manor, and see those useless little ants down below, mucking around in the dirt, all filthy, grimy, visually unusual and weird, It only makes me even more excited for the Promised Day to take place. Only nobles like me- and you can clearly tell I’m one because I’m an animal hybrid- my family, and those with money deserve to live in this town. The others? They are too dirty and just clog up the view. They all need to be cleaned out, pronto. Just like I often help my Mothers clean out the dustbins!Intov is a nice city. I have many good memories here, like playfighting with my brothers Xin and Anthe in the flurries of snow near the dawning of Night’s Eve, or helping my elderly Mother Gertrene with her daily worshipping rituals in the Common room- dear Dark, I could even consider Brother Xin’s frequent days conjuring those wacky, unnerving creations of his as part of a small welcome sliver of those good memories, as admittedly jealous as they make me feel. Like everyone else here, I want what is best for this city I’ve grown to care about, you know? And taking out the trash- making the city ours and the Upper Sector’s- is just our little way of helping out the population.We will treat it well, don’t worry! Though maybe we should take a couple of slaves before the cleansing begins. We have the Spectral ones that we’ve learned to conjure, but they just aren’t enough, especially for the harder jobs, and I- frankly- am growing sick of them.…I just asked Mother Minx, and she loves the idea! I’m looking forward to the Cleansing even more now. Even less housework for me!Now I just need to wait until my fifteenth birthday, for the ceremony to take place.Sister Styl just pushed over my inkwell again. Bitch. If she keeps attention seeking and asking for my help anymore, then maybe I should just tell on her myself.She is beginning to grow irritating.

*Note from the year 150:
Since “leaving,” I have come to the conclusion that not everyone had a cult for a family. Suffice to say, they all took the term “a whole family raises a child” far too seriously- All of the adults took to calling themselves Mother and Father. Amusingly.

Everace and Photimistry

24/3/131

I think Mother Minx is beginning to give up on me. Despite being the eldest out of all of the Brothers and Sisters (and therefore the best!) my recent attempts at Photimistry haven’t been going as good as I would have hoped. I can barely conjure anything that my Family would like me to, can barely even materialise a spark, but I’m not surprised- I’ve never really been able to grasp it. It’s easier to create a spectre in theory than it is to actually put the enchantment into practise, you know.Photimistry is… Something indeed.It’s honestly funny, actually. Despite how much my family includes it in its education days, and how much I’ve heard about it since I was a kid, I still have little to no knowledge on how the accursed thing actually works. Of course, the bare bone basics of the magic have been hammered into my skull enough- it’s the act of knitting together the light around you into malleable shapes, to make puppets of a kind. Sounds easy enough, right?Well, the only issue is this; you need a vivid imagination to make the most out of Photimistry. Something which I really don’t have.From what I’ve heard, the other nobles in Intov have a formal education in the main town, or something like that. None of us in the household do- what is it even like to learn with so many other people watching you? Wouldn’t it be unnerving, a cause for anxiety? We rarely ever stray too close to the main town unless we are concealed from view or away from the daily grind, so most of us just end up learning from home. When asked, Mother Minx would say that she hosts most of the classes. But that’s not quite true. Every one of my Mothers and Fathers chip in whenever they want to, if that makes sense. It just depends on the class and their expertise.Anyway. this class to us is major, something which is deemed a massive part of the schedule and the marks given. Photomistry is…. Well, you can almost say it is the pinnacle of our schooling. It’s always a major blow if anyone fails, and yet here I am.Brother Xin is and has always been amazing at it, if the amount of times I’ve been awoken by an indescribable thing lurking in the corner of my bedroom is anything to go by. Sure, he’s never really been malicious with it (thank the Dark) and he never seemed like he was ever very happy with his creatures, but he is easily one of the better amongst the family, and the one with a foothold firmly in the craft. From what I’ve seen, even the adults consider him highly. I’ve even heard troubling rumours amongst us that he designs his own beings behind our backs, all fantasy, glimmer, hope and light. Unicorns! Symbolism of other religions!Let’s hope he doesn’t. For his own sake.
Well, I can’t prove the validity of that. All I do know is that I currently have a little creation of light currently strolling across this page. Nothing fancy, or part of the curriculum. Just a tiny, flickering replica of a plain old housefly, a little thing whose origin point is currently perched on my window, likely smirking at my attempts to kill it with bugspray.
To think, that’s all I can create… I am meant to be leading the Cleansing! And I can barely even pass their classes?
Well.At least I can use this thing to annoy the neighbours.

"Why is he afraid?"

9/10/132

Only one year until the big event. I’m sorry I haven’t written in this over the rest of last year, I thought that maybe I should keep the journal streamlined for my own sake (if I ever want to look back at it) and only talk about the Cleansing. After all, that’s what caused me to begin writing in it in the first place, isn’t it? I can still catch up on what has changed over the last year. It has been a lot.Mother Minx has long since passed away last Low Moon, captured and executed on trial by the Prizrek's assassins due to an attempt on the governor’s life. I will miss her greatly- out of all of my Mothers and Fathers, she has always been the one who spent the most time with me growing up. I am going to miss those tasty cookies and cakes of hers, and how she was always willing to talk with me about anything. I hope you are safe beyond the veil, Mother Minx.As you can imagine, with her out of the picture, there is the question that has been on everyone’s minds since it first happened, and since the night finally took her- I am pleased (not so pleased, if I am going to be honest) to admit that an answer has finally been found! Only last week, Father Anthen stepped up as the new head of the house’s Photimistry classes, something which shocked us all- and baffled us- in equal measure. He never really appeared to have an interest in the study- he never once tried to pursue it outside of what was required by House regulation, nor did he have a passion outside of the curriculum. However if you were to ask me, it does make a little bit of sense. Being someone with such an interest in the Family’s traditions and wellbeing, it would make perfect, logical sense for him to offer to take it on, even if he didn’t bear the same interest in it that Mother Minx had.But just because I understand, that doesn’t mean I’m happy with it. Knowing what he is like, that likely only means that he will expect even more perfection with the craft than my previous teacher ever did. Brother Xin is especially taking this news badly- he is being overdramatic and neurotic as all Dark. Keeps telling me that he is afraid.I wish he would grow a damn pair. He isn’t the one failing the course, is he?Unless I’m missing something here.Anyway. One of the Quarry’s pastors actually came over to visit us, to check if we are alright. That was sweet of them.Luckily, we have something new to help us keep our mind off or loss. A new sister has been born, one called Sister Rein! Mother Cecyl is the mother (at risk of sounding redent redundant?) and she is very adorable! I have come to realise that I do actually like taking care of children, even if they poo and vomit everywhere. It is good that she was born into a family like ours- we will be able to take care of her.I for one will try, at least!
Mother Cecyl is actually planning on eventually leaving her with me for a day. Rix knows what the Dark she will be spending that day doing (she never told me) but apparently she thinks I am old and grown up enough now to babysit for her. I’ve already decided that it will be a lot of fun- I can’t wait! I just hope I won’t let her down!

Brother Xin's Lament

DATE UNKNOWN
This was taken from a loose piece of paper found in Everace' s journal. Unlike the other entries, this wasn't written by him, and was a note found that had fallen from Brother's Xin's own journal.

As every day passes, I am beginning to lose hope. As the flowers fall down outside the window, stunning in the sunrise, I so desperately wish I was able to go outside to join them. But, alas? It’s not in the realm of possibility. This household wishes us to remain hidden away, for our activities to only ever be known to a select few. Yet, even within the house, I am not free.
A part of me? It holds a doubt that I ever will be.There are a few among us that were clearly born as a perfect fit for this lifestyle, where it’s ideal for them- I’ve heard tales about how Mother Minx was fascinated by the stories of our Lord and Savior Rix even from the days of her bedtime stories, back when she was only a small cub. She loved our lifestyle in the same way that someone would cherish a hero from their childhood and grow a strong influence from their every action. Even Brother Everace holds a loyalty for their teachings, rarely questioning them. They were born for this, alongside many of us. Alas, I? I was not.I am at a great risk saying this, but I hold much more of a strong affinity for the teachings of Atheris. Perhaps I should escape, and seek the aid of the Quarry Church, or a further away Cathedral in the north? Even if they are allies of ours, Atheris is their primary deity. They should be willing to aid a new recruit, surely.
Why worship hate and destruction over love, life and beauty?
I am vastly known to be the best Photimistry recruit out of us all. Yet why must I create hellish beings when I only wish to create beings of mystique? Beautiful creatures, of all imaginations?I used to want to press on, just for the sake of being alive…
But now? I’m not too certain.

Mille's Hijack

1/11/133

Ohh what happy days! I can’t believe it. Someone from the Upper District is actually here- down here, with us- and he’s a boy my own age as well! Im always happy to admit that the idea of making friends to me tends to be a tricky one- I can get shy and nervous, so I don’t have too many, even among the other boys and girls in the Lower. Just the possibility of there maybe even being someone I can speak to in my own home is exciting to me!Not to mention…. I wonder what he’ll think of the place? It must be a whole new experience for him, right? I’m excited to see his reaction!Oh, but before I go on too long… I better introduce myself. My name’s Mille Atheria! Just some guy from the Lower District. I also stole this guy’s notebook. :D just wanted to write a few things myself, writing in it looked fun! But I’ll hand it back in a few, don’t worry.It’s actually me and my mother who saved our little visitor- I believe he said his name was Everace?- and he seems to be recovering well, but I still worry about him. Being caught in the middle of a Magical Storm is a rather horrible thing. My dad actually knew someone who was exposed to one mid-flow, and it changed them forever… In a rather permanent, blood-chilling manner. It’s even worse if you live close to the Spire.It gives me chills even thinking about it!Mayhaps this guy is still fine?It’s hard to tell just because of how little he even decides to speak to us, not to mention we don’t have any prior idea or point of reference for how he was like before. I’ve tried to be friendly with him- I want to help him. I give him all the smiles, and I just want to have a talk. But he just ignores us, like we’re not even there! He hasn’t even thanked us yet for saving his life. Has he always been like this?Well… My mother’s a florist. Maybe I could even ask her for the best in-season flowerpicking spot and bring one back for him? That might open him up a little.My mother seems to think the other boy might even be from the Upper District. Call me nosy, but that only makes me all the more curious to hear what his life is like, and what happened before he appeared here! Exciting days, exciting days.

"Filthy People"

2/11/133

Everace really doesn’t like me, does he? Is there something wrong with how I’m approaching this situation? I’ve heard him muttering to himself a few times, whispering something about me being one of the “filthy people.” He’s even been refusing any kind of food, drink, or offers for a chat. I believe I may remember him asking if someone called Rein had turned up here once, over a rather reluctant meal, but after we admitted that we hadn’t even heard of the name? He grew even more quiet and withdrawn then.Now he refuses to even ask my name.Is it something I did?I’ve tried to ask my mother for help, but she seems to think that he’s just that way inclined. Is he truly as bad of a person as she thinks he is? Oh well. I’m setting off in the morning to fetch something. Maybe that will help… Maybe I could even ask mum to force him to accompany me to one of my flowerpicking spots?

30/11/133

Now, more than ever, I am really glad that I agreed to the journal idea. I just want to talk to someone- anybody else outside of this family. I just don’t know what to do.I am... Torn.Why do I actually enjoy spending time with Mille? He is one of the Dirty... No, he is a human being, isn't he?Did I do the right thing, pressing the button like that? The Cleansing is going to be a week from now. I should be celebrating- My Family have high hopes for me when it comes to this. I shouldn’t let them down. So then… Why am I like this? Why am I not happy?Is it because I’ve begun to realise that The Second Sector… I’ve seen them talk and laugh and cry. Happiness unlike I never thought they would ever show. They have life just like me and my sisters and brothers, and just like everyone in the noble quarter. Why was I never told about this? Why did my Family keep that quiet? Why?
Now that I’ve actually gone over to see them. I’m… Conflicted.The boy I spoke to on my first day- Nemain- wants me to come back soon so that I can play a game of Knights and Heroes again with him, and Mille wishes to show me another of his plant-harvesting spots- I've.... I admit, I've grown rather fond of visiting them with him, even if It isn't too safe for me to admit it. If the bomb goes off… All of that will end, won’t it? Alongside all of the other games that the other kids have been playing, and the cheerful conversations of the locals.I don’t know what to do.I just…I almost wish for an answer, doing this. But I know that a book can’t speak back to me, and I can’t dare speak to my Family about this- at least, if I want to live to see another day. Not after what they did to Sister Styl.I am completely alone.

Second Sector

2/11/133

When- a moment ago- you were an ilm from death? The feeling- the news- can have a habit of striking you hard…My head’s still throbbing with pain, an endless, rattling chatter of discomfort coursing like acid through my bones. I can feel a hum of power still fizzing under my skin, scalding my veins. But the worst part of it all? I don’t even recognise where I woke up.It doesn’t look like anywhere in the Upper District at all, and that scares me. The walls were made up of some kind of odd old stone, papered over and hidden by countless different flimsy paper posters illustrating flowers, torn but scenic meadows, and even small animals smiling or being silly for the painter. There’s quite a large window at the other end of the tiny room, and at my gaze, unfamiliar streets lined my sight. Well kept, yet with cracked pavements and worn stone.Where in the blue hells is this? I have a horrible feeling about this...I can hear two people talking in the hallway, voices distant, but it’s easy to hear what they’re saying due to the thin, fragile walls. They were mainly speaking of the state of their “patient,” but I also happened to hear them mention the Lower District once or twice…Oh no.

4/11/133

Trapped here with the Dirty People. God forbid. Out of all of the things that could have happened to me, this was far from what I had hoped would happen. I cannot get used to this lacking architecture, the people… Anything about this place. It’s all wrong. Vastly different and more horrendous than I ever would have expected from the Dirty People.And who is this blasted boy? Why does he keep trying to speak to me? Doesn’t he know that it is wrong to speak so casually to someone so above your stature? Rix’s teachings say as much, and are crystal clear about it. If only the bastard could know.Besides, I’ve already heard what I needed to from this place. I’m better off leaving as soon as I’m able to physically walk again- I’ve heard already that Sister Rein isn’t here, that there’s even less of a chance of her turning up alive. If I’m to continue the search, it needs to be elsewhere. Not to mention…I can even imagine the Family at home wondering where I am. If I remain here for too long, it may even be seen as a betrayal. The sooner I leave, the better.When I return, I’d rather live to see another day, after all.

After the Explosion

I... wasn’t able to stop it.So many people are dead because of me. Because I wasn’t able to see them as who they were- people. This in including Mille, the very man I have grown fond of above all...Because I realised the truth too late.It happened first thing in the morning, early enough to see the sunrise. Ever since I ran away from home, I’ve been hiding out in a small locally owned library a town away from Intov- where do you think I got the research materials to look into the bomb?- and I witnessed it. A sound as deafening as a gunshot to the ear. A flash so bright, my eyes were watering afterwards.Deep down, I was always aware that it was coming. Yet… Why did I still hold onto the smallest hope that I could find a way to stop it? That I could… Save them all?But I couldn’tI am in constant agony. It feels like a dagger is in my chest, constantly twisting, and that doesn’t even touch on the guilt. The dark, corrupting reminder that this is down to me.This is all my fault.But… It is also The Family’s, as well, isn’t it?If my Family would have gone down there themselves, if they would have actually listened to what the rebels had to say about those below… Maybe they would have spoken about the Sector differently than they had. Maybe they wouldn’t have designed the button, or even made the bomb to begin with?But I shouldn’t blame anyone else for my mistake. I still went through with it. I can’t take this anymore. I was worthless, unable to stop a whole townside being destroyed.I must be stronger. I must....
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The Spell

8/12/133

I apologise about my handwriting tapering off there. Long story short, I was ambushed in one of the parks outside the library during my research, before the explosion. I didn’t see for certain who it was- whoever it was, they were hiding away in a dark cloak, like the kind of thing one might wear if they were trying to hide their identity. But I have my suspicions.Considering how they behaved with the rebels back at the Family, and how they disposed of the runners back then… I wouldn’t be surprised if they tried to send an assassin.They despise loose ends.But… As I was writing, long story short. I was attacked. I managed to escape, but not after taking a knife-blow to my arm in the process. I’ve never really been much of a fighter- Up until over the last year, back at the manor, I’ve never felt the need to learn. So I booked it, made it back to the library, and thankfully lost the bastard in the process.Maybe I should have searched for medical aid at once when I got back. I was just too focused on the research. Hindsight is a good thing, I suppose?So… Yes, about that. I blacked out out from blood loss in the middle of writing. Listen, I should have noticed, but… I got focused.Thank Rix that Sir Airen had come into the library at that time to notice and help. yes, the governor. Funny person to suddenly speak to again in another city’s library, especially remembering what happened with Mother Minx those few years ago. Let’s just hope that he doesn’t remember me as part of that family. He shouldn’t, most likely, as I never really spoke a word to him back then. Though… He must have seen my ears, so who knows?But… All that aside.I have found it.I may be weak in myself, unable to hold myself in a fight… But I’ve found the perfect method to take control. This will give me power beyond all. The power I need to prevent anyone else- my family, any other nobles in the Quarter- from laying a finger on any part of the city ever again.Maybe I won’t be useless anymore.
Maybe this will stop me from getting duped again.If I proceed with this- a forbidden spell of binding*- Let’s just hope it will be worth the steep cost.If I take action, it will need to be soon.I feel like I’m being watched.

*Note from the year 150:
The Forbidden Spell of Binding was in an old-as-sin book at the back of the Library, fallen behind a shelf, clearly forgotten about. It must have been, or else it would have been burned by the Prizrek's lackeys by now. I was just as surprised as you are that I found it-but to be fair, the weirdest shit turns up in public libraries.

Imprisoned

25/12/133

Curse everything to the stars and back....To be honest with you, I don’t know how I was bloody able to sneak this journal into the cell myself, either. Maybe they had somehow assumed it to be harmless when they searched me? Or… Perhaps they were too afraid after what I had done with such ease to even try?I tried to stay away, to stay clear from the knights’ hands, but on the day one of the sisters had injured me quite badly- a slash across the back. I’m fine now, though, thankfully- my first call was to find some bandages after I got out. For once. But I have to say… It has always amazed me just how much information a trained knight can get just from a single drop of blood. Technology- with how swiftly it has been growing- has been a strange beast in the last few years.In a way, I have always had a sort of respect for it. For me to actually now have seen it in action, personally involved, instead of just reading it in the papers… It is terrifying.So… Here we are. On to the important thing. The elephant in the room. This mess.During the last time, the explosion at the Sector… It hurt greatly. I remember feeling furious, red-hot. A growing rage and dismay at the Family, and at myself, more than anything, for setting it in motion. But this time around? I almost feel numb.I feel nothing.
These are the people who had raised me from birth. They held my hand while I learned how to walk, how to talk. I may no longer agree with their actions, and their views, but… They were still my Family, right? Why am I like this?...Right, right, I know. I know this journal isn’t going to give me any answers. I’m talking to myself here.Well, I suppose now the other poorer sectors are safe, so maybe there is a worth in all of this. Unless another noble family decides to take up Rhesgal’s torch to continue the Cleansing, they will be safe. They can’t hurt anyone else. Not anymore.Once again, I can’t help but ask myself. Did I do the right thing? What even was the right thing to do in this scenario? The Knights wouldn’t ever punish one of the noble houses.Leave them alive? But then… Wouldn’t that have lead to them repeating the Cleansing again?It’s actually rather funny- I feel like I will be able to break out of this cell with ease. The guarding Knights have established wards against the usage of magic, yes, but for the power of something like Rix… Is this even something which can be warded against?I have a feeling even they have realised this. Perhaps that is why they are so afraid of me.But… You have to see the irony here. The wealthy Rhesgal House, a family that has consisted of nothing but devout followers of Rix for untold millennia, torn apart by the very god that they once revered.It is almost tale-like. A song bards would sing to their young.I can still feel him writhing within me.

Rix's Taint

29/12/133

The side-effects are just getting worse.My hair is only growing whiter by the day- the strands are gradually losing their colour, and my skin is even more bleached. Every now and then, these strange eyeballs just.. Appear for a second, like a writhing mass, and tear the skin.I can barely even recognise myself anymore.But… It’s proceeding this fast? I thought I would have had more time.

Nemain and Eilel

6/1/134

I had a surprise visitor today. Suffice to say, it came as a shock- I was never expecting anyone. But it was a pleasant surprise. Despite everything, I couldn’t help but smile- and feel my spirits lift- when I saw them.The boy, Nemain, from the Second Sector and his mother, Eilel… Somehow they had survived the attack! They were here, right in front of me today, speaking to me through the bars! Dear Rix, it was a miracle!As it turns out, they were out of town at the time, and had walked over to Astil- the neighbouring village- in hopes of seeking out supplies. They had been away at the time of the explosion, meaning… Well, there they were!Finally, at least some survivors came through!Apparently- and here is something that peaked my attention- they had heard whispers throughout Astil afterwards, whispers claiming that House Rhesgal had somehow been involved. Several months prior, one of my own had actually snuck out to warn them- likely one of the ones that later got ‘punished’- and a visitor from Astil had overheard, taking the rumour back to the city with him.Nobody had believed the eloper’s words, according to Nemain- after all, the Rhesgals were odd, and kept to themselves, yes, but nobody wanted to think of them as murderers.When all was said and done, however, they realised that she was telling the truth- only too late.Eilel had been greatly suspicious of my involvement after the explosion, rightfully so. She had considered me to be a spy- I never thought to hide my ears, or my nobility, after all- But after seeing what I did to the family, I suppose she found it hard to keep such an assumption anymore.Maybe she even saw what I did as a kind of revenge.Well… I’ve got the blank grimoire back now. According to her, Nemain had snuck into the Manor under her nose with a group of friends to get it back, as thanks for all those times I used to play games with him, regardless of being a criminal. Did he see how many times I held it open in the Second Sector after Eilel gave it to me, trying to figure out a use for it?Well, I’ve got it now.
I’m sure I’ll figure out a use for it eventually.… Apparantly Mille has been asking about me, oddly.
Why?

To the Future

23/9/142

I finally have this journal back- at long last.But fortune smiled in my favour. If it wasn’t for Nemain successfully getting his work apprenticeship at the Knight’s barracks, I would never have seen this thing again. Over time… I’ve almost grown to see him as the son I never had.But on to the important details.A majority of what went down here, in these pages… They only invoke bad memories, reopen old wounds that I hoped I would have left in the past. But at the same time, I’m glad I managed to retrieve it. There is a nostalgia to it, a tie to the past, as unpleasant as it may be. Perhaps that is why I decided to continue writing in these pages, now, over ten years after my escape ?Who knows.Well… There is a lot to catch up on here, isn’t there? There has been lot in terms of events since I was fifteen, as you can imagine.Let’s start from the beginning.Ever since I first broke the bars (using Rix’s powers, of course) and fled from the Knights’ halls, all those years ago, I had taken to becoming a wanderer, never remaining in the same place- the same town- for any longer than a week or even days at a time. I was afraid of being recognised, pinpointed- I haven’t used my own surname for years.During those days… I took to research.
Botany, mainly, and alchemy- that kind of thing. I originally took it up in hopes that I could find a potion that could keep the Binding’s effects at bay, but in the end, I wound up finding a passion for it, So I remained with it. Besides... I had always grown a love for the natural world and its beauty since Mille showed me those gathering spots all those years ago.I think you can gather how that went from the fact that I’m still alive and breathing now.The truth was always closer to home than I thought.Cyprus leaf, (yes, the one Mille gave me, way back when) holy water, and Burges root.. An all natural remedy, made up of herbs used by the Church for exorcism. Rix isn’t any old demon, as you may imagine. But still, it somehow does work towards slowing the effects.I’ve found the spread of the infection has slowed down significantly since I’ve begun to ingest the concoction, three times a day. I wouldn’t be alive now if I hadn’t tried that combination.But it hasn’t stopped it entirely. The infection still spreads, further every day, every week. My face is almost entirely bleached now, large chunks of my hair and tail have gone white, my eyes have lost their colour entirely, and it is noticeable- I’ve had countless people in the past inquiring about it.I’ve always just claimed it is due to a medical issue. Thankfully, that is something people tend to believe.But that isn’t the worst part, no. The eyes have been appearing on my skin even more frequently, leaving wounds. Breaks in the flesh. I can barely talk anymore- it tires me out too much- and my energy?Nonexistent.What is strange, however… A man I that hides his face under a mask has been following me. Not in a physical sense, no, but whenever I move on to another city, in fear of being discovered, I always see him. When I spoke to him about it, he claimed that he had left Intov not long after Rhesgal’s attack and had taken to travelling the world- and as it just so happens, she had taken the same route through the country as I.All makes sense, right?
Well… I will be the first to admit, it unnerves me. The man seems like a friendly soul, but… Perhaps next time I should take a different route, just to throw her off a little. It is likely nothing, an innocent coincidence- but a man in my position cannot be too careful. Not when the smallest thing could get me discovered...Or am I just growing paranoid?

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Brief Campaign Story:

Atherion’s Glow

The moonlight was stunning that night, the soft silvery rays washing down upon the tavern veranda like a blanket cloaked in stars. On one of the smaller tables, cloaked under the leaves of a fir tree, two men laughed and chatted, and the small sound of a cork popping went to show the opening of yet another wine bottle. The sour scent of alcohol was prominent in the chill that night, almost complimenting the white nighttime air.“ looking forward to this? Hell…. This is going to be life changing. Our own little force!”The first man at the table- a neatly kept, blonde haired Hyur with dark eyes- chatted on enthusiastically, downing the last of his own bottle with seemingly not a care in the world. The other man- a curly, ginger haired miqo- beamed timidly as he poured another glass from his own, his cheeks already a little red from intoxication.“Oh… Yep!” The Miqo replied, leaning back on his chair, clearly very relaxed. On this night, he could even say that he felt happy- He was with good company, with good drink and a pleasant goal for the future. How couldn't he be? "This will be... Our way of helping people. As small as it may be." he gave a nervous look, averting his gaze. "I... Hope it goes okay."The hyur looked at the miqo for a moment, before bursting into laughter. "Come on, with you at the helm, course it will." he retorted quietly, before taking another swig of his wine. "I've never met a more strong minded guy. If you want to change the world, I'm sure as hell that you'll make it happen."The miqo'te smiled sadly, yet warmly.
"...Thanks, Tylven."For the last five years, the miqo could recall that he's been in a bit of an impasse- he used to wake up, day to day, and wonder what to aim his life towards. There were some days when he just felt like he was living, without taking a moment to look at the breaths he took, and the reason behind them. From the days before he met Tylven, his life had been simple, but empty- he had put his name up for the local adoption groups and had clung to different reluctant "families," struggling to find a household and familial love to call his own. He had approached every workplace, every employer, just in hopes that he'd earn a measly 5gil for something small to eat so his stomach didn't feel pained.It was actually on one of these work-seeking attempts when he had met Tylven- he had answered a poster ad in Ul'dah, advertising for possible farmhands at a small establishment in Thanalan. As it turned out, the man who ran the farm was Tylven's father, Eclo, and he had actually given him some secret sly tips to help him snake past the interview process. The two had remained close friends ever since.And now, Tylven was determined to somehow help the man out. Help him finally find something he wanted to live for."...Do you have the map?"Tylven nodded in reply, giving the other man a dramatic thumbs up before he reached into the pocket of his bomber jacket. He pulled out what appeared to be a scroll of worn paper, seemingly with the contents scribbled upon and erased many times over. The two men leaned over and peered at it for a moment, taking in the hasty scribbles that they had made.“So… we’re going for the Burning Wall for our base, then?”“Why not?” Tylven retorted, furrowing a brow.“There isn’t much space there to build, is there?”“We weren’t going to build,” Tylven sounded amused“What?! Then what about our little base…?”Tylven seemed to pause there for a moment, as if debating his next words “Well… That little metal-melding ability of yours is significantly powered by aether from the environment, right? Those orange formations there… I don’t exactly know the history behind them, but I’ve seen that they conduct it…”“...Rather well!” The man finished, excitement in his tone.Tylven nodded. “… And do you want that conductivity blocked by a load of walls?”“…. I guess not,” The man heaved a small sigh, before turning his attention back down to the map below. It was a scrawled map of the area around Camp Drybone, and the area around the Wall was scratched with various circles, crosses and hasty scribblings- locations of patrols from the small militia they were going to get together, alongside practical notes. This was something that he was looking forward to with every ilm of his being- it was something that was finally pulling him out of this little slump, giving him something to aim for. Yet, why did he feel so worried?Suddenly, the man seemed to remember something, pushing himself up off the chair and making his way towards the side of the tavern veranda, reaching down and pulling out something that had been hidden in the darkness under the wooden foundation. Tylven squinted, trying to make out what it was- but from where the man had been sitting, he could only see the poke of a silver handle…It was only when the other man threw it over that he saw what it was, the glinting object clattering across the wood of the patio flooring. His eyes went wide, clearly impressed as he picked it up and held it, the handle a snug fit against his palms.
“…. Wow, you’ve outdone yourself this time.”A fitting choice for a farmhand, dare he thought…It was a scythe, quite large and clearly made from shiny, metallic plates- but it was unlike anything you’d be able to pick up at a blacksmith. The pieces of metal looked disjoined, suspended in midair- but it still felt perfectly solid to the touch. Tylven could see the white aether that was holding it together, the faint glow of power humming between the plates.The other man only smiled meekly, pleased that the handiwork had been appreciated. He took a quiet sip of his wine.“I probably shouldn’t ask, I'm guessing the crystals on this are also for, erm… Aether conductivity?” He then paused, a question striking him. “… where did you get the materials for this?”“Remember when your dad gave us a bit of spending money?” The man chuckled, “I just… dipped into that a little.”“You didn’t!” Tylven gaped, blinking. “You didn’t spend the whole thing, did you?”“Heck no. We need some for the project, don’t we?”Tylven absently nodded his head in reply, before he tore his eyes away from the new weapon, placing it down to rest at the side of his chair. At that moment the other man also folded the map back up, the table clear again aside from the drinks they had and the soft covering glimmer of moonlight. For a moment his eyes seemed to linger on the scythe, as if wondering about something. But soon he had finished the last of his glass, pouring into it the last drop from the bottle.A brief silence fell, the moment only broken by a distant birdsong from Mist's trees,"...It makes me think. I can use this power to knit together objects, and I've figured out how to use it for destructive force, but..." The man cast his eyes back to the scythe, eyes distant. "...I still have no clue how to make life with it. We were going to use it for some of our forces, but... Even with a Mammet's heart installed into the formations, nothing responds."For a moment the air was only broken by a sharp scratching sound. Tylven pulled out his chair, stacking the empty glasses and the wine bottle back onto the tray in the middle of the table. He could feel the night beginning to run on- there was a slight chill to the air that was giving him goosebumps, even despite his jacket. The other man watched him for a moment, still seated at the table, a moment from pushing out his own chair. But soon Tylven had turned back, a small smile on his face.“Hey, mate. I'm sure you can do it," he nodded enthusiastically. "You'll find the secret eventually. Somehow, I'm sure as hell of it."The man smiled lightly."Well, i gotta be off. I need to get back to feed the sheep before da skins me alive. You off soon yourself?""...Yes, I think I need a rest.""Aight. But... Oh!" Two eyes suddenly shot up, distracted from his silent thoughts. "Before we go.... Have you worked out a name for yourself yet?"The miqo halted slightly, his hand still resting on the wooden table. But he had soon given Tylven a calm yet excited look, the discussion drawing curious glances from a passing waitress.“Yes…” The man replied with a distant smile. He was fully aware that his name hadn’t really fit with Miqote naming conventions, at least in Eorzea- no, even in Coerthas. But that hasn’t been his only consideration here. The old books with the infamous heroes, the ones he had loved as a child… It all came to bear as inspiration for one chosen name.“I’ve decided… On A’intexl”That’s how it all began. They left the tavern that day with a goal for the future- A force to save, which will bring safety and security to the weak, to punish wrongdoers. It was also on that day that the foundations for the order that called itself Atherion’s Glow had begun to burn.

About Me!

For contact information, please head to the bottom! Though please be sure to read my roleplay rules fully before contacting me about starting something new!

My Roleplaying Preferences:

As I said I'm a big adventure, low fantasy and romance nerd- I'd say those the genres that I tend to revisit the most, however I also love horror and anything eldrich. For entries, I tend to write around 2-5 paragraphs at average, though this length will increase up to novella for some entries if I'm really invested in a plot and story.The approach I have to the story depends on the rp partner- if they have a story they'd rather tell, I'll have my character simply play a part in their story. But I can also plot as well , and lead you along on a little journey we can work on together. :)I tend to enjoy the most a laid back environment for plotting, adventures that aren't restricted only to certain strict principles- so I'd likely not hold an interest in a rp based on D&D (for example) with the fixed races! I like to develop story and lore as we go, instead of being boxed in to start off with! I have a habit of hyperfixiating on one character for a time for a while, so if we do plan it would help to ask me which one is on my mind! I'm also chill with entry times, though I'd appreciate a message if you feel you'll be gone for more than a week- I'll try to do the same to you!
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I will not do NSFW/smut.
Grimdark. I'm fine with dark plots and premises, but It just depresses me if it's constant._ _
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Other Characters

A'intexl Lyeiga

Personality

“ Because we live in a world where even the angels are retaliators .”

From anyone’s first impression, A’intexl would seem instantly unwelcoming- distant, cynical, defensive, and also more willing to walk away than sit and socialise in a group. From a general view, he’s someone who often feels much safer when relying on himself rather than others due to a very vivid fear of betrayal, a prominent fear which he’s held for the last eight years since he was turned against by his ex-lover.He’s also an incredibly negative and depressed person, often seeing the world in a very pessimistic (or “realistic,” as he prefers to call it) light.However, it’s also worth pointing out that he does have a soft spot for people who show him kindness, especially if there doesn’t seem to be a cost to it, and there is a chance of him loosening up and growing easily attached if it seems like the other party isn’t any harm; a deep down result of a secret, buried desire for reassurance. He used to be incredibly innocent and cheerful as a child after all, which is- despite everything- still part of his nature. There are some situations where this kind, hopeful nature can come through… Even if it’s viewed with embarrassment on his part.He also secretly absolutely loves chess, even if he doesn’t play it as much anymore, and has a massive passion for painting- especially landscapes with fantasy elements.

Appearance

To say that A'intexl is mostly unkempt would be an understatement. While he does take good care of his hygiene, thankfully, he's often seen with an almost wild animal-esque appearance- messy and unbrushed thick ginger hair, bright yellow irises with slitted pupils, and sharp claw-like black nails. He also has small ears and a fluffy tail alongside black paws which replace his usual human feet- an unusual feature for his race.It's also worth pointing out that, aside from the bizarre ink-black tattoos he bears, A'intexl is often seen with various scars and wounds from his job history, and he still retains the muscular stature from his gladiatorial training from the Bloodsands.As he's often seen lurking around sunnier areas, Thanalan most prominently and occasionally La Noscea, his fashion of choice is to wear lighter, more tight clothing- an attempt to stay cool in the sun, while also leaning into his reliance on speed and agility over defence.

History

“ Promises built to crash,
I'm walking on dreams and broken glass.”

A'intexl/Mille's history was a turbulent one. He was originally born and raised in a small now-abandoned farming home in a corner of Thanalan, to quite a tiny but comfortable family. If there was one word that could have been used to describe it, it would have been cosy- with loving parents, a scenic and stunning cottage and a host of crops and livestock to take care of.Both the mother and the father worked on the farm, with Mille often joining in on the daily toil of work- but not out of a sense of reluctance. Even from back when he was a small child Mille had a love towards nature and a sense of comfort towards it, often tending to the animals willingly and affectionately. He had embraced the farm work like a mother would her son, and eventually even gained the dream of taking over the farm when he grew up.But, unfortunately for all involved, that wasn't going to happen. After a while the small family began to fall onto hard times as their crops began to fail, leading to them gaining less and less income. Their fall into poverty was only made worse when their house was suddenly burgled, looted and destroyed by a group of passing travellers, causing them to have no choice but to flee from their home, leaving their livelihood, belongings and animals behind.Eventually, days passed with them trying to find a way to repair their broken home. Not long after the father unfortunately passed away due to illness, the family was eventually found by a passing chocobo carriage. Apparently the elezen passenger was a knight of Ishgard and had passed by the gates on recognised duties, and he offered to set them up with a home in exchange for them using some of their remaining food to feed the Brume. The Family readily agreed and the knight helped them to sneak into the city, where Mille's mother began to made a living in the Brume as a flower seller and tea-maker, a small stall that took off among the civilians.Unfortunately, that's when Mille had met Everace. When Mille was only fourteen, he ended up finding a fifteen-year old Everace passed out within the Brume after an intense snowstorm shook the city. Concerned for the other boy, Mille had taken him in, asking his mother if she could help him to take care of him until he eventually recovered. Being a kind soul, the mother agreed, and as days began to pass? the boy slowly began to recover.At first, being a noble, Everace had despised Mille, seeing him as little more than 'brumeling filth.' But over time- as days stretched on- it began to seem like he was even beginning to change, to gradually even enjoy Mille's company. Slowly, it began to seem to Mille like he was a very different person than he'd been when he came. Despite everything, the two became close, and eventually even became lovers.But Everace was a noble, and one who seemed to be almost afraid to remain in the Brume- strangely, to Mille's eyes. Eventually within a week and a half he had to leave to go home, and the two parted on affectionate terms.Yet, as the two week mark began to come up, Mille would find his entire world shattered to pieces, along with everything he knew.That morning his mother had sent him over to Coerthas in order to pick some Flax for the shop, but as he eventually returned after completing his task, he returned back to a home that was broken and smouldering- little more than rubble. Horrified and shaking in fear, he began to ask around the Brume for information towards what happened. As it turned out, an aether-based bomb had gone off later that morning, taking with it Mille's home and a couple of his neighbours. His mother's body was eventually found in the wreckage, and he was forced to dig out what remained of her- a sight that still traumatises him to this day.This broke Mille. Shaken and trembling, he fled Ishgard, but not before he began to hear whispers that the bomb had been set by House Rhesgal. Feeling betrayed at the knowledge, he began to wish death on Everace- A soul who he used to care deeply for.But even beyond that? He was clueless towards what he wanted to do next.After being raised by loving parents, and after believing he always had their guidance to support him, Mille began to gradually fall into misery, realising he didn't actually know how to live on his own now that both his mother and father were gone. He had felt like a puppet with its strings cut- aimless. And that's when his endless wandering began, where he passed idly from town to town, searching desperately for his calling.Eventually, he stumbled into Ul'dah, and after seeing the pathetic boy before her? A travelling mercenary took pity and she began to teach him how to use the blade, which eventually lead to him being noticed and enrolling into becoming a gladiator at the Bloodsands, where he adopted and began to use the fake name A'intexl- with vocal support from the mercenary.However, as time went on, the mercenary began to drift off, their paths diverging. Even if he wished to, he hasn't been able to contact her since, and he was once again left helpless. Fortunately, however, for the longest time his work at the Bloodsands went well, and he even began to steel himself to the idea of fighting, gradually losing his innocent demeanour as time went on, hardening himself to the work he was now doing.By this time he had gradually began to turn bitter and cold, his days of sleeping homeless in the streets- alongside the memory of the betrayal that lead to his mother's death- leading to him resenting humanity. As the rules of the Bloodsands began to shift, eventually leaving behind fights to the death, Mille began to struggle to adjust, and he was eventually exiled from the Gladiator's Guild after he killed one of the contestants mid-battle in a flash of rage.Now jobless again, he continues to wander the world to this day. Having adopted a dismal outlook he has little desire to continue living. The only thing tying him to this world is getting vengeance for his mother's death, and- as things currently stand with him- he's fully prepared to die after that goal is complete.

Aetherion's Glow

Mille/A'intexl was originally a NPC villain for a small campaign I ran, Aetherion' s Glow. In this, A'intexl had created a small group of justice-seekers dedicated to the purpose of, in his words, 'straightening out this hellish world.'  But eventually this once-noble goal began to grow corrupted, and A'intexl and his gang began to turn to the kidnapping and death of criminals in order to 'bring justice.'In order to help a man called Tylven to save his sister who was snatched after a history of drug scandals, the adventuring party venture into their established camp in the Burning Wall, where they eventually learned that Tylven had actually been a man that A'intexl once called a friend. Eventually the adventuring party topple Aetherion's Glow and A'intexl was left to fall from the top of the Burning Wall and into the waters below, where he caved in his eye from one of the sharp rocks down below. He's worn an eyepatch ever since.