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Ashleigh Nightingale - Rikiya

Heart of the Moon

Well-known not just for her moonlight-colored hair, Ashleigh’s kindness, empathy, and compassion eclipses her lack of skill in combat. She may not be the best, but she makes it up with heart and iron will: when Ashleigh knows there are people to protect and the stakes are high, she will stand, she will crawl, she will fight as long as there is breath left in her.“It’s okay to fall–because if you fall, you can rest before you get up again!”From Princess of Ala Mhigo to Ala Mhigan refugee, Ashleigh was five summers old when she reached Ul’dah. An orphan with only a tattered Fat Cat stuffed toy for company, she raised herself and survived in an environment where one never knew if that day will be their last. Knowing the pain of being deprived of kindness, she swore to be unconditionally kind to everyone she met: if the world lacks kindness, then there’s at least one person who can give it to everyone.Even if the world becomes unforgiving, don’t forget to be kind. For if everybody fought fire with fire, the world would burn.Her dedication to protect people she cared about was tested when her ward, Illumi Cloudgleam, was kidnapped by her childhood friend, Reynard. The latter sought revenge since Ashleigh kept on foiling his schemes by saving his rich victims before he could demand a ransom from them. With her ward’s throat at knifepoint, Reynard made his demand: let his men beat her for 24 hours straight. She may not defend herself. If she is still standing when the time runs out, then her ward will be freed.Ashleigh survived.People have told her that they remind her of the moon: it endures the harsh rays of the sun so that it could reflect a gentle light onto everyone. And when the night is at its darkest is when the moon shines the brightest:“When things are the most hopeless is when you need to give your biggest smile.”

Adventurer Tag

Combatant, Non-Combatant, Crafter (Weaver, Culinarian), Tank (Paladin), Melee DPS (Monk), Physical Ranged DPS (Dancer), Magical DPS (Pictomancer), Healer (White Mage)

Kaze Rikiya

The Midnight Strider

If there is one word that describes this blue-haired miqo’te, it’s freedom. Kaze Rikiya is a seasoned adventurer who seeks the thrills of discovery. Restless by nature, he rarely stays in one place for long, driven by an insatiable desire to explore new horizons. He lives by his own rules with a wild fearlessness and unbreakable confidence, never backing down from even the most impossible of challenges. Because of this, he can be quite stubborn and impatient when things don’t go his way. But when one gets to know who he truly is, they may find someone with a compassionate heart, boundless optimism, and fierce loyalty.Adopted by Auri parents, Kaze Rikiya grew up in a life filled with love and care, unaware of the dark origins that bound him to his past. As an adult, he uncovered the truth: his birth mother had been conducting horrific experiments on her children to create the perfect being. In the depths of an underground laboratory, Kaze encountered the remnants of these experiments–his forgotten brothers.Despite freeing his brothers, he realized that he had to confront his mother. He believes that to be free is the right of all beings in the star, and those who attempt to take it away is something that he will not tolerate. His mother refused to free them, afraid that the outside world would be cruel to them.In the end, Kaze triumphed over her, but he lost someone he had longed to call family–his true mother. Though the conflict scarred him deeply, he did not waver in his convictions. Instead, it strengthened his resolve to defend the freedom of all, no matter the cost.

Adventurer Tag

Combatant, Non-Combatant, Melee DPS (Viper), Melee DPS (Dragoon), Melee DPS (Reaper), Melee DPS (Ninja), Physical-Ranged DPS (Machinist), Magical-Ranged DPS (Red Mage), Tank (Warrior), Tank (Gunbreaker), Healer (Sage), Crafter (Carpenter)

Jing is the youngest daughter of the Qin family.The Qin were a wealthy family of Raen who settled on the lands of Yanxia. Their history tells of good relations between the Ruby Sea’s Confederacy and the people of the land and the establishment of trade routes under the guidance of the Qins to share in the spoils of the sea.During the invasion of Doma, the late Lord Qin sided with the invading force of Garleans, his family rising higher in power due to these relationships and the family's trade routes now in the hands of the Garlean Empire. 20 summers later this decision would be the family's downfall, with the Garlean powers driven back and political powers shifting the Qin Family was at the mercy of enemies they’d made for aiding the Garlean Occupation and profiteering from the suffering of the people they should have been protecting. Lord Qin was desperate and used his only daughter in a political match with the late Lord Cloudgleam to pair their children, in a deal meant to grant his family safe passage to Eorzea.It’s no secret for anyone who’d followed news or gossip from Yanxia that her family had met with a cruel end at the hands of the villagers who’d been starved from the Qin trade lines being diverted in the war and Garlean occupation. Luckily for Jing, she’d been at sea during the raid, visiting her betrothal in Coerthas.Jing Qin has made resistance in Lavender Beds staying with Ashleigh Nightingale, Kaze Rikiya, and Obtained Signature after making quite the scene around Ul'dah looking for her Fiancé with posters she'd made of the missing Illumi Cloudgleam, seeming to have no funds for her endeavor and living on what little money she could make from stealing things she’d packed from her visit with the Cloudgleams to be able to keep herself off the streets.Now she’s starting her own life with the help of her new friends in Eorzea. She’s still not fully aware of the political nature of her family's involvement in the war and struggles with the knowledge that her family was on the wrong side of the conflict, but she wants to do better. She wants to remember her father and brothers for how they loved her and not the suffering they caused.

Adventurer Tag

Non-combatant

Willow Mo'at

The Problem

Sunlight, the breeze of the sea and the wind, whipping in his hair. Ma's brilliant smile and Da's laughter as he lifted him in his arms. Willow grew up in love, even if there was strife amidst his childhood. He learn to cherish, learn to laugh and learn to extend a helping hand should it be needed.The truth is, Willow was no warrior of light. He's not a fighter, even if he can hold his ground. He's not studious, being one more fond about the outdoors than reading a book with his cousins. Nor was he powerful, having only the average control of his aether. He's just a bloke, one who grew surrounded by his family's love, and one that empowers him to be who he is now. That is Willow, the average boy who rather jump down from the window than take the stairs, who sometimes enjoys climbing walls with candy in his mouth.But what Willow would be known for, surely, would be his personality, the sunshine that surrounds him. He would be remembered for his smile, for his love for adventure and the the way he sways and hums excitably, the elezen that it so delighted by your presence. This is Willow. He does not yet have a story, perhaps, maybe, you can write it with him?

Adventurer Tag

Melee DPS (Viper/Ninja)

Place Holder

The Unshifting Wall

Well-known not just for her moonlight-colored hair, Ashleigh’s kindness, empathy, and compassion eclipses her lack of skill in combat. She may not be the best, but she makes it up with heart and iron will: when Ashleigh knows there are people to protect and the stakes are high, she will stand, she will crawl, she will fight as long as there is breath left in her.“It’s okay to fall–because if you fall, you can rest before you get up again!”An Ala Mhigan refugee, Ashleigh was five summers old when she reached Ul’dah. An orphan with only a tattered Fat Cat stuffed toy for company, she raised herself and survived in an environment where one never knew if that day will be their last. Knowing the pain of being deprived of kindness, she swore to be unconditionally kind to everyone she met: if the world lacks kindness, then there’s at least one person who can give it to everyone.Even if the world becomes unforgiving, don’t forget to be kind. For if everybody fought fire with fire, the world would burn.Her dedication to protect people she cared about was tested when her ward, Illumi Cloudgleam, was kidnapped by her childhood friend, Reynard. The latter sought revenge since Ashleigh kept on foiling his schemes by saving his rich victims before he could demand a ransom from them. With her ward’s throat at knifepoint, Reynard made his demand: let his men beat her for 24 hours straight. She may not defend herself. If she is still standing when the time runs out, then her ward will be freed.Ashleigh survived.People have told her that they remind her of the moon: it endures the harsh rays of the sun so that it could reflect a gentle light onto everyone. And when the night is at its darkest is when the moon shines the brightest:“When things are the most hopeless is when you need to give your biggest smile.”

Adventurer Tag

Combatant, Non-Combatant, Crafter (Weaver, Culinarian), Tank (Paladin), Melee DPS (Monk), Physical Ranged DPS (Dancer), Magical DPS (Pictomancer), Healer (White Mage)

Aaron Adler

The Faerie Dom

Gifted with a talent for "tasting" the Aether of individuals, Aaron has earned renown for delving into the secrets of one's Aetherial balance and read into one's personality in deep and thorough insight.Trained by the Faerie King Titania in the arts of word and whimsy, an unfortunate corruption of the Light has touched a curious darkness that gifted Aaron with lessons on drawing out the deepest and darkest desires of others, wielding it to bestow untold pleasures on an evening of intimate delight with the pixie-raised Viera.

Adventurer Tag

Crafter, Healer

K'yary Quii

The Little Sapphire of Ul’Dah

“You know, a lifetime of learning how to dance teaches you how to live music. How to breathe music. You feel every beat in your blood- your body becomes an extension of the tune; your arms move on their own, without conscious thought. You hear the first strains of a musical standard- Hingan, Ishgardian, Garlean, whatever- and you just know what to do.Muscle memory, basically. From the years of training you’d put in up to that point. First position. Second position. Grand Jeté. One movement flows into another. All your life, you’ve done this.The stage is all I’ve yearned for, in all my years of dancing. After all, my most fervent wish is to have the eyes of an adoring audience burn into me; give me the attention I’ve always wanted- the attention I’ve always needed. The attention I know I deserve.I remember my first-ever performance as Principal Dancer of the Azure Feature; how everyone waited with bated breath as K’yary Quii, barely eighteen, took to the stage to dance her very own original choreography…I remember the anxiety. The stares. But most of all, I remember the crushing expectations. The legacy I had to live up to.An audience that came to judge me, to see if I could live up to the standards set by the Sultana’s Sapphire- my mother. Those eyes weren’t for me, after all. They were for her. I remember being young and alone; my mother in the wings as the Company Leader, my father absent, on business.Years, and years. Blood, sweat, tears. I was born for the moment. My turn and chance to shine, yet a date marred, the memories bittersweet.Now, about that…I had everyone transfixed on me within the first six measures. I remember when their eyes went from anticipation to adulation, their soft whispers of doubt turning into shouts of praise- ‘more, K’yary, more!’Hah! My audience asks for more; noblesse oblige. I dance, dance, dance. I keep dancing. For them. For the praise. For the attention.I am the Little Sapphire, a Princess of Ul’dah; and that was the day my journey to break free of the yoke of my mother’s legacy truly began, the day I well and truly reached out to claim the crown of Ul’dah’s queen of dance, all on my own.”

Adventurer Tag

Dancer, Non-combatant, Entertainer, Artist

Huntar Snowpeak

The Indomitable Wall of Bozja

You're probably wondering why a former Bozjan Queensblade and military spymaster; and now-Major of The Resistance sits before you in this quaint little tavern. Perhaps he's been tasked to be in the lookout for promising new recruits for his cause or looking for a tip for his next bodyguarding stint. Maybe he's here to gather intelligence on whether or not Bozjan Queens survived after The Incident, or for leads on how Garlemald's movements can be undermined in his homeland.Perhaps this grizzled Hrothgar man is only here to take the edge off with a drink or twenty after a hard day's work— whispers have it that a warm body in bed soothes him more than drink— the innkeepers frequently receiving complaints of noise from the room he rents during cold nights. But beware, Seeker, this military man has a taste for violence and blood should you earn his ire— quick to brandish his gunblade should you sympathize with his enemies or threaten those he cares to protect.Yet, not much is known about The Major and his past, or how he'd fallen from the glory of being personal guard to Bozjan Queens, to a man who drowns himself in hedonism most nights he's here. He sits, nursing his drink, his gaze on you from afar. He stands, picking up his resting gunblade, and saunters toward you with a smirk on his fanged mouth— a lit cigarette perched on it. Debonaire, you might think. Or imposing. His heavy footfalls thud against the floorboards, until he sits in front of you.You feel the hairs on your arm stand. What does he want with you?Perhaps, it's time to find out, Seeker.

Adventurer Tag

Best with action, slice-of-life, romantic and/or sexual themes, RP Mentor

A'rina Silverash

Postmoogle Catgirl | Miss Demeanor

Quality delivery, at your service.As a young Miqo’te first venturing out on her own, she found work as a postmoogle(catgirl?), delivering goods in and around the Black Shroud. Once entrusted to bear a fragile package wrapped in silk from Old Gridania to the Observatorium in the Coerthan Central Highlands, she braved the winds, rains, and snow, battling banemites and wolves with her weathered shortbow, all the while sneaking around the Ixali patrols. Though she was careful, she still inevitably had to face down a small band of Ixal who discovered her campground. Sniping them from the very sparse cover of a cliff, she was forced to confront them with only her bowstave and her hunting knife when her last bowstring snapped, leaving a long gash on her cheek. Bloodied, weary yet victorious, she trudged on the cold roads to her destination, finally entrusting the package to the recipient. Amazed at how the package still seemed pristine as the day it was wrapped, the tower lord provided her with an access pass and spread word of her diligence, so that she was entrusted with carrying deliveries to and fro.However, her days of deliveries are no longer her primary focus. Instead of delivering letters, she now finds herself studying to deliver the law, as insisted on by her overloving brother. On days she finds him too much, she sneaks, too often in fact, away to her husbun where she waltzes in and snipes at his cooking with the same precision she's delivered all her letters and packages. In fact, you can still find her with the same diligence when entrusted to make deliveries, ensuring clients maximum satisfaction and always back for her services.

Adventurer Tag

Non-combatant, Bard, Postmoogle Delivery

Obtained Signature

Coerthas’ Lost Son

Once the proud heir to the esteemed Cloudgleam estate, Obtained Signature is now a man lost to history, both figuratively and literally. After a series of devastating events, including his father’s assassination, the fall of his family’s estate, and his own near-fatal plunge into a canyon, he emerged alive but with no memory of his noble lineage. Stripped of wealth and prestige, he now thrives through hard labor and the quiet determination of a man rebuilding himself from nothing.Despite his fractured past, Obtained has earned a reputation for perseverance and quiet heroism. Whether rescuing stranded travelers in the icy wastes of Coerthas or working tirelessly to cultivate life in barren soil, his actions reflect unwavering dedication to those in need. His weapon of choice is rarely steel, more often, he wields strategy and diplomacy, resolving conflicts with words rather than warfare whenever possible.In his moments of solitude, Obtained turns his attention inward, piecing together the fragments of a life he can no longer recall. Familiar places and old connections tug at the edges of his memory as he seeks to rediscover who he once was. No longer a forgotten name, Obtained Signature will become a symbol of resilience, a man unyielding in his pursuit of purpose, even in the face of uncertainty.

Adventurer Tag

Non-combat: Crafter (OmniCrafter), Crafter RP (Farming, Painting) Combat : WAR, PCT, Interviews and Portraits

Viktus Balephyrm

The Wandering Bard

Much of Viktus’s past lies shrouded behind pursed lips and a measured gaze. Few dare to ask what life was like before he took to the roads, but the scar carved across his cheek and the ease with which he moves through the wild speak volumes.Armed with a worn bow and a cherished lyre, Viktus roamed Eorzea, collecting stories like coins. His lyre has made melodies of great feats, stalwart adventures and has ebbed with the morose tones of ones who’ve met their end far too soon.His voice, when offered, is both sharp and soft—woven with wit, wisdom, and a quiet charm that draws listeners close; or perhaps it’s his lineage that catches his eye. Yet when the last note fades and the crowd disperses, he is seen keeping to himself; lyre cradled securely within the crook of his arm.Though much has changed since he has ventured to Ul’dah, old habits are quite hard to break. He brushes the dust off his lyre, pandering into the warm embrace of this tavern as he takes his corner to watch the patrons come and go.Though he wears a forbidding visage, those who approach may find a patient ear behind the quiet. Still, much of his story lies behind walls not easily scaled—best approached with care, and perhaps a bit of persistence. Would you seek out the tale hidden behind those mismatched eyes?Surely, you're curious—how can such a quiet man sing?“Your story ends when you cease to tell it, come, share your world with me.”

Adventurer Tag

Adventure, Action, Combatant, Storyteller, Healer (novice), Botanist

Wentiana Tumet

The Girl from Ishgard

Wentiana, or Yana for short, is a Xaela from the Tumet tribe. Plucked from her roots at an early age, the Au ra has since survived solely by her art-- a craft she had loathed in the past, but learned to love through the decade of her enslavement-- a past she's not keen to divulge completely.Her expertise in woodcraft afforded her the title of Sainthood, but has since defaulted the title to two other peers. Yana would prefer to prove herself regardless of her position.She currently travels between city-states, now on her 26th summer, trying to find a home to call her own and under the name she chose for herself. Any questions of her previous life would be met with a curious stare. Though, a much keener eye would see through her constant right-handed pallor, followed by a whispered-- yet proud-- admission:"Bathed in flame, I did what must be done."

Adventurer Tag

Artisan, Healer (novice)

Anton Arkride

The Winds Blade

During the Garlean Expansion campaign, the young Anton was out alone for the first time hunting and gathering for the newly formed family that he is to provide and protect. Within his first week he had destroyed one whole infantry squad of Garleans scouting the Gridanian forest on his own. The next week there would be two squads. Within two months Anton, with Spears, a Bow and plain old Martial Arts. Would have killed an entire small company worth of Garleans, with more on their way the following days.More weeks go by, Anton making sure his family is fed and his home safe from creatures and invaders alike. His proficiency with his weapons and powers growing with each skirmish he partakes in. The adventurers sent to scout would report on the aftermath. Hoping to find whoever was able to take on the invaders.One evening Anton scouts a garlean camp, under the cover of night, and takes out the forward squad among the possessions of the Garleans is a peculiar crystal, Anton had not seen anything like it in his life to this point. The Dragoon Gem instills an even bolder sense of confidence and skill.The following morning, the proper battle for the small patch of forest begins, Anton fighting squad after squad. The Crystal gives him the newfound ability to leap great distances while holding his spear. The speed and agility confounding the Garleans and allowing the adventurers that follow an easy path through to key objectives.How the adventurers would describe it was “As if the wind itself was cutting them.” The fast and rapid movements of Anton cutting down the soldiers was a boon to them.After the battle had been won, the Garleans never returned to that part of the forest, The guild thanked Anton for his efforts. Anton asked that the guild help feed his family, with the mouths to feed ever growing. He can’t keep up without ensuring his forest turns into a barren waste. So he enlists with the guild, hoping to be able to get enough money and connections to ensure his growing family will never want again.

Adventurer Tag

Adventure, Action, Slice-Of-Life and Erotic, Dragoon and Paladin

Nata'de Coco

Lady Coco of the Royal Coconut Plantation, [REDACTED]

Adventurer Tag

Non Combatant, Alchemist

Adalinda Randoindv

The Fractured Professor

It might seem odd seeing a maid in a tavern like this, wearing a dress better suited for the halls of a rich nobleman, moving with the elegance of a well-trained lady-in-waiting, yet with a gaze as sharp as the razor edge of the knife she keeps clipped to her apron.It might seem even more bemusing to Sharlayans the presence of the woman in the dress. What is Professor Adalinda doing in this place, serving guests and cleaning up the spilled messes of drunken patrons? Why is one of the senior gleaners working here, of all places? How has one of the oldest living citizens of Old Sharlayan found her way to this place? It might seem to the well-travelled that there is more to this maid than meets the eye…Many of the regulars will greet her warmly as a good friend, though it seems that she acts… differently as she makes conversation. Her mannerisms, speech, even her tone changes almost at random, though the regulars treat this as a normal occurrence. What is going on here? Perhaps it is time for you to find out, dear visitor.

Adventurer Tag

Combatant (all jobs/roles), Crafter/Gatherer (all jobs/roles)

Elena Elgar

The Faux Jester

"Those who know, know."That seemed to be the answer to every question surrounding what Kugane's criminal underbelly knew as "The Trickster". And though the blonde viera's signature mask—a fox face hewn of white and of gold—hid her identity well enough, the few that could afford her services knew her by it. Such was her reputation, that even a warm cup of tea, enjoyed in the privacy of a tavern's corner, aroused suspicion. Well, that and the gem merchant's ledger she idly flipped through.What? Can a girl not enjoy the secrets of the ruling elite in peace?Her golden claw rings tapped against the wooden table repeatedly, as if the vixen had been lost in thought. A slight frown formed on her face beneath her mask before she relaxed back, flipping to the next page of that book full of handwritten notes that clearly hadn’t been hers. The Trickster had been said to be able to gain access to highly sensitive information through mysterious ways, making her an excellent information broker. Rumor had it that whenever The Trickster had been at work, confusion soon followed. People couldn’t seem to figure out her identity. One guard had said the intruder was a female miqo'te, another had said it was a male au'ra, and yet another had said they’d just seen a fox running around on the premises and dismissed it.That aside, the would-be viera wasn’t known to shy away from getting her own claws wet, be it debtor or deadly beast. And though few had seen her work in person, she had made the fact widely known — regarding the former, at least.Now, Adventurer, would you approach The Trickster Viera clad in mystery? Or did rumors about her turn you away? Perhaps an auspicious encounter awaits those brave enough.

Adventurer Tag

Combatant | Crime | Espionage | Stealth | Adventure | Action | Slice-of-life |

Reveryll Artaxerxes

The Lost Prince

The space feels as if it were made for him. Reveryll Nephele Artaxerxes—The Lost Prince. Though he masquerades through the cities as the nobleman who curated and opened a university in the Mist, to the world beneath the glitz, his name is spoken in hushed tones, woven with threads of intrigue, deceit, and danger.Despite being born into a loving home, fate cast his soul into the abyss through betrayal and tragedy. Dragged into the underworld’s grasp, shadows became his allies, and lies became his weapon. He moves like smoke between worlds, slipping unseen into the courts of the powerful and the dens of the damned—a phantom who always seems to know too much.Now, here he is, lounging in plain sight, a glass of dark wine cradled in one hand. His eyes—icy blue, cold yet faintly glowing with a pink hue—catch the light as they sweep the room. You feel them settle on you, piercing and calculating, as if peeling back the layers of your soul to uncover secrets even you’ve forgotten.The rumors don’t do him justice. They speak of a man consumed by vengeance, a broker of secrets, a manipulator of lives. But watching him now—the sharpness in his gaze, the deliberate elegance of his movements—you understand he’s far more dangerous than the stories suggest. This is a man who thrives in chaos, who wields charm and menace with equal ease.He stands, each step echoing with the clear clack of his heels as he approaches. The room feels colder as his shadow falls over your table. His smirk is faint but loaded with meaning, his voice smooth as silk and sharp as steel. “Darkness there, and nothing more…” he murmurs, the words seeming like a riddle, his icy gaze locking onto yours, his lips curling into a subtle smile. “Now, I wonder—are you seeking what lies behind the veil of darkness?”You’ve just crossed paths with the Lost Prince, and whatever comes next will undoubtedly change your life. Whether for better or worse, well—that’s a secret only he knows.

Adventurer Tag

Non-Combatant | Caster

Rhenee Northwood

Lightkeeper

Sand Fox

Egg Enthusiast

Yuyunni Yunni

Traveling Artist