
seventh dawn

⸺ Ophelia Rivier
birth name ophelia rivier-martel.
age early 30s (?)
origin coerthan hyur.
gender female (any pronouns).
nameday 9th Sun, 1st Umbral Moon.
birthplace ishgard, coerthas.
PERSONALITY : At first glance, Ophelia doesn't give much away. She doesn't at second glance, either. Or third. In fact, she's shockingly stoic. Rare are her smiles, rarer still are her tears—she's learnt how to suppress her feelings—but she's still capable of compassion and sympathy. Kindness is not beyond her. In fact, she's developed an interest in philosophy (especially that which relates to how or why people live the lives they choose to). How quaint! ...For a corpse-thing.
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The etiquette in her spoken word and the harshness of her personality have little to do with each other.
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alias(es) the scourge, blackblood.
job(s) dark knight.
patron deity halone, the fury.
alignment true neutral.
major arcana the chariot.
minor arcana three of swords.
APPEARANCE : In a word, she's ghostly. Her skin is porcelain pale, her hair a silvery blonde, and even her blue green eyes seem to lack sparkle and life. She's of average stature, quite unassuming—or she would be, if she weren't prone to swinging swords around and flattening battlefields with that unsettling, inhuman aura. Her's is a lithe build of wiry muscles, but that's fine; a body is just a body. The most notable thing about her? The mangled and wicked scar upon her chest.

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Have a different idea for the basis of a connection or plot? I'm open to discussion!
001. the swordstress. Those in need of a sellsword who asks no questions and gets results may be interested in hiring Ophelia. Her employment comes with the warning carried by her reputation: her skill and reliability comes from practiced bloodshed, and she is known to be frighteningly ruthless while embroiled in the throes of combat.
002. the house of martel. In a city where rumours travel quickly among the uppercrust, the tale of a bastard's birth is far too scandalous to not become gossip. Ophelia's father's family house, the Martels, became a target of scandal, and this has remained the status quo to this day. There's a possibility that characters who are nobility, hold ranks of importance in Ishgard, or even those loosely tied to such status would know of this sour tale.
003. beneath the brume. Relatively little of Ishgard has access to fresh air and open skies, vertical as the city is. Sprawling beneath Foundation is the continuation of the Brume: a near-endless mess of labyrinthine tunnels. Ophelia knows the twists and turns of the undercity well, having called the dark home for most of her life. Fellow Brumies might recognise her face. Strange how it looks like she hasn't aged at all since she was last seen...
Roleplay Hooks ⸺
004. blackblooded. Those capable of aethersight, or familiar with the taint, may see that Ophelia's aether is imbalanced, and thus leans heavily towards the Umbral. Such a condition should prove to be fatal if she does not find a way to medicate or cure the issue. Perhaps you know (or yourself are) an aetherologist, alchemist, or healer who can help her? Or maybe someone who can simply help her shed the excess.
005. living dead. Stuck in a 'pseudo-undead' state, Ophelia does not age and cannot easily die, yet her heart still beats and her lungs draw breath. It is as if she is trapped in a state of endless limbo, a single moment of her corporeal existence stretched out endlessly. Alchemists, healers, chirurgeons fascinated with the macabre, and those with occult interests may find this to be intriguing.
006. polymnemonic. Ophelia is haunted by the memories and deeds of past Dark Knights who held her soul crystal before her, appearing as visual and auditory hallucinations. She is slowly losing sight of where they end and she begins. Older characters related to Ishgard or Coerthas may seem familiar to her, and her actions may be swayed by those who appeal to ghostly memories.

⸺ ㅤDairé
birth name unknown.
age Late 20s.
origin doman-dalmascan hyur.
gender male (he/him).
nameday 7th Sun, 3rd Umbral Moon.
birthplace somewhere in (above) dalmasca.
PERSONALITY : He's your friend, he says. You scratch his back, he'll scratch yours! But don't trust his crooked grins. All the plastic smiles and false niceties Dairé flashes are manipulative in intent, a mask he wears to obscure his intentions and goals. The truth of him is that he is your quintessential criminal: charismatic, cunning, and greedy. He is the snake coiled in the grass, the hyena cackling in the dark, the seagull circling your fries at the beach.
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He'll supply you with the information and goods no one else can, and all at the simple cost of friendship and favours.
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alias(es) 'sneaky fucking bastard'.
job(s) thief, smuggler, informant.
patron deity menphina, the lover.
alignment chaotic neutral.
major arcana death.
minor arcana seven of swords.
APPEARANCE : Dark brown hair that's far too fluffy, pale green eyes that shine in dark, a telltale scar carved into his cheek. Broad at the shoulders, too. (What does he have all that for, he's a rogue for gods' sakes!) He's handsome, and he knows it. He wants you to know it, too. So he dresses himself gaudily, with golden baubles and heels that click loudly as he approaches. There's no way you'll miss him coming... unless he wants you to.

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Have a different idea for the basis of a connection or plot? I'm open to discussion!
001. on a knife's edge. Dáire's lifestyle has pushed him into making difficult and dangerous decisions time and time again. Years as a member of a street gang saw him hone his skills in larcenous arts. A fighter, a survivor, a thief, a killer; with his daggers in hand, he strikes with accuracy and brutality. Did you know him before his rise?
002. to the daring go the spoils. This particular criminal has set up a unique yet secure 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. You know. To prove he's such a trustworthy guy!
Roleplay Hooks ⸺
003. simple, human pleasures. 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. Release your inhibitions. 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.
004. hook me up, dearest contact. Dairé is need of the services of an alchemist to brew him a particular concoction—a poison, to be specific, the kind that can kill a voidsent 'parasite' without harming the host. That said, he has no recipe... yet. Are you an expert on voidsent? Can you provide him with the information he needs? He'll be in your debt.

⸺ Eliseo Bianchi
birth name eliseo bianchi.
age ageless, physically 30.
origin hyume.
gender male (he/him).
nameday unknown.
birthplace Another shard.
PERSONALITY : The heart of a poet and lover, but the duty of a guardian and a mourner. Eliseo has only ever wanted to protect people. When his world sat on the cusp of destruction, he was one of the few who bravely stepped forward to find a way to save it, and it broke him to see it rendered meaningless. He has grieved a hundred lifetimes for millions lost, and yet he refuses to give up. Some place else needs him now; he won't fail. In this universe, he gets to save them all.
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he watches and protects fate, no matter when or where it manifests; he alone can chase it through time and rift.
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alias(es) time's warden, the rift jumper.
job engineer, warden.
patron deity alexander, the fortress.
alignment lawful neutral.
major arcana wheel of fortune.
minor arcana ten of wands.
APPEARANCE : A synthetic shell, crystal and aether and divine-crafted skin and flesh, housing a mortal soul. Eliseo could be mistaken as any other regular hyur if it weren't for the size of him (whether this is a faithful recreation of his true form is hard to say). With hair the colour of vanilla icecream and piercing ice blue eyes framed by pale lashes, his cold looking exterior betrays his marshmallow warm insides. There's an air of tiredness about him, a weight on his shoulders.

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Eliseo is a highly powerscaled character; I am very selective with him.
001. alexander's last remaining ward. Eliseo enlisted as an engineer for a 'saving grace' project known as Bunker Fortress. The elder summon known as Alexander would be called forth to transport and save a whole world's population. Due to their close proximity, and Eliseo's expansive knowledge of Alexander's interior and workings Engineer and Machine became entwined, fates joined beyond rift and stars. When all others perished, Eliseo survived traveling the rift, mortal flesh protected within Alexander's crystalline heart.
002. more than machinist. If a machine is broken, large or small, Eliseo can fix it. Fun to him is pulling mechanisms apart and putting them back together again. He's had a lot of time to practice (on a giant divinity admittedly, but that's his job).
Roleplay Hooks ⸺
003. a man across history. Tossed through time and reflections by Alexander's declarations of fate, Eliseo has seen civilisations rise and fall. As such, he's got a good grasp of the history, having lived through so much (and perhaps even aiding in shaping it). He's happy to share what he knows with those curious about the many peoples that once walked the star.
004. what makes a human? A synthetic vessel that bleeds false blood, Eliseo is a fascinating example of the kinds of lost and complex techniques originating from both his home reflection and Alexander's nigh infinite well of knowledge. Perfectly crafted, even to the tiniest detail, it's easy to forget that it is wires and mechanisms that keep him 'ticking' beneath layers of flesh-like materials. Most remarkably, the aether of Eliseo and Alexander seem to be near identical.
