Asking for character sheet & homeland reasons, has anyone picked Garuda and of so would you want to work together on a nation of lightning & wind?
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This is beautiful Silly. Nicely done capturing the essence of a devout proselyte. Is Nyx the name of your character? *pushes glasses up on nose*
I couldn't resist when Mirandae said about me being "deep in that Bahamut life", I had a moment of inspiration based on thoughts I had for the character and their relationship with the Void.
Yes, Nyx is their Bahamut pseudonym (or real name?). I was a little creative with their name, which you should hopefully see this evening.
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Asking for character sheet & homeland reasons, has anyone picked Garuda and of so would you want to work together on a nation of lightning & wind?
I don't think anyone has picked Garuda, that I know of. I say go ahead and write that nation up anyway. If there is a Garuda, you guys can get in touch later.
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Here's a submission, still open to changes here and there, but this is a general idea!
P R E S E N C E
Harry is a simple person, provided one understands what her goals are in a given moment. Unfortunately, she is also an excellent liar and an exquisite bullshit artist if the situation calls for it, which makes it difficult to decipher her intentions. Whatever the objective is on a given mission, however, one can count on her single-minded pursuit of it, even at the cost of her own life. This determined energy is interpreted as either manic optimism or bull-headed recklessness, depending on who you ask.
Having spent much of her life in organized crime, Harry is perfectly comfortable working in a hierarchical system, knowing when to give way and when to wield authority. Teamwork comes naturally to her; she tends to get bored when working on her own. With regards to appearances, when on a clean up job, Harry will usually be spotted wearing the uniform of a sanitation worker, or perhaps, even a lab coat - whatever is appropriate to get the work done. When on parole, she is frequently spotted wearing a light-colored suit, tailored well. When asked, Harry jokingly says that they are impulse buys, but everyone knows it's the syndicate, reminding her that they still own her and that they are using her newfound connection to the Dominant as a dog-whistle PR move against their rivals.
C H R O N I C L E
Many criminals fall into the life because of circumstance, and Harry is no exception. Having little in the way of good guardians or reliable resources, turning to thievery and fraud was all but a forgone conclusion. Of course, Harry was never good at it, at first, and she spent a good part of her youth serving time in correctional facilities. To an upstanding civilian, it seemed like a place of stagnation, but to those within, it functioned quite a bit like little recruiting centers for the criminal syndicates that worked hand in hand with their corporate clients. As soon as Harry was free, she found that work already waited for her with The Revenant Coalition.
Harry started as the lowest of the low, but she found the arrangement to her liking. There were warm beds, free meals and even an education, for those who served with full loyalty. In time, her responsibilities grew, and eventually, she found her place among the Revenants as part of the sanitation crew - in plainer words, hitmen and garbage collectors all-in-one. They did the job, and they cleaned up well, after. So good were they with this work, that the Revenants hired them out to other allied syndicates in Spiera to help them keep their tracks clean.
Everything would have gone on well for Harry, but of course, the good times could not last. One spoiled daughter of a high-ranking Revenant was implicated in a serious murder case, and to save face, Harry was made to take the fall. She complied, expecting an easy time of it, but little did she know of the murder's implications - she spent much of the time narrowly avoiding death, attacked by other prisoners left and right, with the authorities turning a blind eye to the fights. Despite the fight in her, there was only so much Harry could do against them all.
It was in one of those dire moments that Leviathan came to her; she was caught in the showers, back against the wall, a rusty shiv stuck in her gut. Blood poured from several other wounds as she struggled to fight off a pack of other prisoners, all who were intent on receiving a reward for the bounty on Harry's head. As the life leaked out of her, Harry suddenly found herself wishing she could follow the river of red down the drain and out into the ocean, where she could finally be clean.
She did not know it, but as she fell into that trance, the room inexplicably filled with water, drowning all those present. Harry herself nearly drowned, too, but the waters abated quickly enough to avoid that unfortunate end. Without much in the way of aid, she dragged herself out of the showers and passed out, saved only because she had been spotted by the staff in the control room. As she came to, they informed her of what happened, but not without making her sign a few papers. In her groggy state, she'd essentially signed off on her rights to privacy, and agreed to what was explained to her as lifelong community service, in exchange for better parole conditions. In any case, Harry has made some attempts at escape, but it's tough to disappear when the world has its eyes on you. She's not the type to give up easy, though.
H O M E
Spiera is a temperate country known for its metal ores, its expensive wines, beautiful ships, and its historic temples. Much has been done to preserve the ancient parts of the city, and seen from the drones, one is struck by the clear divide of darkness between old and new during the evenings. It is the wealthy who choose to live archaic lives at a leisurely pace, their privacy secured by private guards and a lack of government and corporate surveillance. Those who are less fortunate live in crowded, glowing cities that surround the chip factories and the ore refineries. The country's wineries are run only by a select group of religious orders, and they maintain the standards and the distributions of the wines. Drinking Spieran wine is said to be a blissful experience, and many of the exports are bought up in advance to satisfy the demands of Anima's followers alone - her worshippers make up a good majority of the nation's religious groups. Aside from Anima's sects, the second largest group of worshippers focus their fervor and faith on Ultima, the listener of Wishes.
T R I V I A
Likes:
- Mint chocolate ice cream
- Working in a group
- Clean, orderly surroundings
- Loyalty
Dislikes:
- Disorderly, slovenly places
- Rum raisin ice cream
- People who give up too easily
- Traitors
Random Things:
- The pale irises are contacts; she has blue eyes. This was a recent change done after a PR consultant told her it would make her look less pedestrian and more ethereal. She usually wears black browline glasses, when out of the public eye.
- She is about 5'9".
- When Harry was actively working for the Revenants as a hitman, her favored approach is to get close to the target and take them by surprise. She says it's less messy that way.
- Harry is now at the top of organ donor lists, just in case.
- Actually not a very good swimmer, just competent enough to not drown.
S O C I A L
In Progress! Tag me for inquiries.
P R E S E N C E
Harry is a simple person, provided one understands what her goals are in a given moment. Unfortunately, she is also an excellent liar and an exquisite bullshit artist if the situation calls for it, which makes it difficult to decipher her intentions. Whatever the objective is on a given mission, however, one can count on her single-minded pursuit of it, even at the cost of her own life. This determined energy is interpreted as either manic optimism or bull-headed recklessness, depending on who you ask.
Having spent much of her life in organized crime, Harry is perfectly comfortable working in a hierarchical system, knowing when to give way and when to wield authority. Teamwork comes naturally to her; she tends to get bored when working on her own. With regards to appearances, when on a clean up job, Harry will usually be spotted wearing the uniform of a sanitation worker, or perhaps, even a lab coat - whatever is appropriate to get the work done. When on parole, she is frequently spotted wearing a light-colored suit, tailored well. When asked, Harry jokingly says that they are impulse buys, but everyone knows it's the syndicate, reminding her that they still own her and that they are using her newfound connection to the Dominant as a dog-whistle PR move against their rivals.
C H R O N I C L E
Many criminals fall into the life because of circumstance, and Harry is no exception. Having little in the way of good guardians or reliable resources, turning to thievery and fraud was all but a forgone conclusion. Of course, Harry was never good at it, at first, and she spent a good part of her youth serving time in correctional facilities. To an upstanding civilian, it seemed like a place of stagnation, but to those within, it functioned quite a bit like little recruiting centers for the criminal syndicates that worked hand in hand with their corporate clients. As soon as Harry was free, she found that work already waited for her with The Revenant Coalition.
Harry started as the lowest of the low, but she found the arrangement to her liking. There were warm beds, free meals and even an education, for those who served with full loyalty. In time, her responsibilities grew, and eventually, she found her place among the Revenants as part of the sanitation crew - in plainer words, hitmen and garbage collectors all-in-one. They did the job, and they cleaned up well, after. So good were they with this work, that the Revenants hired them out to other allied syndicates in Spiera to help them keep their tracks clean.
Everything would have gone on well for Harry, but of course, the good times could not last. One spoiled daughter of a high-ranking Revenant was implicated in a serious murder case, and to save face, Harry was made to take the fall. She complied, expecting an easy time of it, but little did she know of the murder's implications - she spent much of the time narrowly avoiding death, attacked by other prisoners left and right, with the authorities turning a blind eye to the fights. Despite the fight in her, there was only so much Harry could do against them all.
It was in one of those dire moments that Leviathan came to her; she was caught in the showers, back against the wall, a rusty shiv stuck in her gut. Blood poured from several other wounds as she struggled to fight off a pack of other prisoners, all who were intent on receiving a reward for the bounty on Harry's head. As the life leaked out of her, Harry suddenly found herself wishing she could follow the river of red down the drain and out into the ocean, where she could finally be clean.
She did not know it, but as she fell into that trance, the room inexplicably filled with water, drowning all those present. Harry herself nearly drowned, too, but the waters abated quickly enough to avoid that unfortunate end. Without much in the way of aid, she dragged herself out of the showers and passed out, saved only because she had been spotted by the staff in the control room. As she came to, they informed her of what happened, but not without making her sign a few papers. In her groggy state, she'd essentially signed off on her rights to privacy, and agreed to what was explained to her as lifelong community service, in exchange for better parole conditions. In any case, Harry has made some attempts at escape, but it's tough to disappear when the world has its eyes on you. She's not the type to give up easy, though.
H O M E
Spiera is a temperate country known for its metal ores, its expensive wines, beautiful ships, and its historic temples. Much has been done to preserve the ancient parts of the city, and seen from the drones, one is struck by the clear divide of darkness between old and new during the evenings. It is the wealthy who choose to live archaic lives at a leisurely pace, their privacy secured by private guards and a lack of government and corporate surveillance. Those who are less fortunate live in crowded, glowing cities that surround the chip factories and the ore refineries. The country's wineries are run only by a select group of religious orders, and they maintain the standards and the distributions of the wines. Drinking Spieran wine is said to be a blissful experience, and many of the exports are bought up in advance to satisfy the demands of Anima's followers alone - her worshippers make up a good majority of the nation's religious groups. Aside from Anima's sects, the second largest group of worshippers focus their fervor and faith on Ultima, the listener of Wishes.
T R I V I A
Likes:
- Mint chocolate ice cream
- Working in a group
- Clean, orderly surroundings
- Loyalty
Dislikes:
- Disorderly, slovenly places
- Rum raisin ice cream
- People who give up too easily
- Traitors
Random Things:
- The pale irises are contacts; she has blue eyes. This was a recent change done after a PR consultant told her it would make her look less pedestrian and more ethereal. She usually wears black browline glasses, when out of the public eye.
- She is about 5'9".
- When Harry was actively working for the Revenants as a hitman, her favored approach is to get close to the target and take them by surprise. She says it's less messy that way.
- Harry is now at the top of organ donor lists, just in case.
- Actually not a very good swimmer, just competent enough to not drown.
S O C I A L
In Progress! Tag me for inquiries.
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@Mirandae Awesome, one last question then I can get writing after work: is it possible for a Regalia to have a higher fame than the Cult Size listed for their Dominant? I have a few different ideas and this will help me sort out which fits best.
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I will look at this in the morning :) well, morning for me. My time zone is CET.
Yes, the cult size and character fame does not have to match. Some combinations are unlikely, though. For example, being an unknown Regalia with Ultima as your Dominant.
I will look at this in the morning :) well, morning for me. My time zone is CET.
@Mirandae Awesome, one last question then I can get writing after work: is it possible for a Regalia to have a higher fame than the Cult Size listed for their Dominant? I have a few different ideas and this will help me sort out which fits best.
Yes, the cult size and character fame does not have to match. Some combinations are unlikely, though. For example, being an unknown Regalia with Ultima as your Dominant.
Eh, I’m gunna bow out. Best of luck! ❤️
Here is my submission: your local dudebro, but like nice! Obviously open to suggestions and changes if needed- but he is now here for @Mirandae to peruse at your leisure
P R E S E N C E
Bold, boistrous, at times literally larger than life, wherever Akamu goes, it's hard not to notice him. Generally amicable and carefree, Akamu's rumbling laugh is regularly meme'd throughout Accadia, and the image of his impressive (and usually shirtless) physique and pearly white smile commonly adorns tourism advertisements, billboards, and even calenders for the Resort City of Kalani. Overflowing with confidence and optimism in abundance, it seems to be practically impossible to bring his spirits down. He regularly refers to others by shortened nicknames, often incorporating elements of islander monikers and lingo into his speech.
Like many Accadian islanders, Akamu is easygoing to a fault, effortlessly relaxed and unflappable in the face of most hardship, seemingly having a calming effect on people wherever he goes. Not to say he never takes things seriously, and Akamu certainly has his moments of concentration and seriousness, but for the most part seems to take the punches as they come easily, and embodies the idea of 'go with the flow'. Exceedingly rare is the sight of an angry Akamu, and the terrifying, literally earthshaking wrath that follows.
While supportive of the common people and their struggles, it is rather obvious that Akamu's sympathies begin to wane quickly when corporations get involved. While rarely ever outright aggressive towards corporate interests, Akamu displays a blatant disregard and disdain towards many of their endeavors. This is especially the case when it comes to the mining and acquisition of Crystals, which he staunchly disapproves of- though admits their necessity for many lives around the world. Attuned to nature and the world around him, Akamu prefers to keep things simple, and while not a luddite, is abysmally bad with technology, failing at all but the simplest tasks- outside of social media anyway, which he appears to be rather adept with.
Akamu avidly engages in sports and athleticism of every kind, though he is a particularly avid surfer. Along with his presence on social media, Akamu has cemented himself as the archetypical 'surfer bro', often being one of the first results when searched online. He has a love for many of the simpler things in life, and is content to drink and laugh with just about anyone. He enjoys music and dance of all kinds and is a big party animal. A rather simple man, Akamu finds a sort of purity and vicarious happiness when witnessing those who earnestly pursue their interests.
Perhaps unsurprisingly, Akamu has quite a positive relationship with both his primary Dominant, Titan, and the Dominant of Nature, Gaia. More surprising is his popularity among followers of Leviathan.
C H R O N I C L E
Akamu was born in the small village Akta in the rural areas outside of the self named Kalani City, on the island of Kalani. Akamu spent the vast majority of his early life and childhood as a follower of Leviathan. It was a surprise then, when at the young age of 12, Akamu was revealed to be blessed to be the Regalia of the Dominant, Titan. The details of how he became blessed are largely unknown, but popular legends tell the tale of a young village boy coming across a traveler who had been pinned underneath a landslide while hiking across through one of the less popular mountain trails. Titan, perhaps intrigued by the sight of a boy attempting to lift a rock many times his size, or simply impressed by his courage took an interest in him. As the boy prayed to Leviathan to help him find a way to help the man, Titan came to him and laughed, asking him what the Great Serpent might have been be able to do for him so far away from the sea. Amused by the boy, or impressed by his answers, Titan decided to offer his blessing, granting the boy the strength to save others. Now with the strength of Titan, the boy was able to lift the mountain and saved the man. The story has become something of a local fable in recent times. Akamu's story is often told across the Accadian islands as a tale to inspire courage and bravery in young children.
As a child of a rather inconsequential village, it was rather easy for the Accadian Government to assume stewardship over Akamu. While a capable learner, and easily capable of causing destruction, Akamu's lax attitude did little to make him a proper soldier- though that wouldn't stop the Accadian Government from making him a public servant. A defender of the people, Akamu raises the spirits of Accadians as a firefighter and conservationist for Kalani City, having notably been responsible for putting a stop to a terrible forest wildfire that threatened the city some 4 years ago.
As a Regalia, Akamu is generally well known by most Accadians, and is extremely popular among Southern Accadian Islanders, often regarded as a local hero. Akamu is notable for using his earth magic to aid in the expansion and revitalization many of the diminished farming areas around the islands, which in turn has allowed for a reduction in the amount of overfishing used to compensate.
Akamu's Dominant form has only been revealed once since his blessing, during what the Accadian Government has now labeled a terror attack. During what amounted to a foreign entity's attempt to kidnap Laura Genevieve, a recently realized fellow Regalia, not an insignificant amount of damage was done to the surrounding land and people. The sight threw Akamu into a rage, resulting in him taking on his Dominant form, in which he used powerful earth magic and overwhelming strength to (literally) bury the attackers. To this day, no Government has claimed responsibility for the attack, and is one of the few times Akamu has regretted having his power. Following the attack, Akamu spending the next several months working tirelessly to restore the land he'd destroyed in the process.
H O M E
Akamu hails from the island of Kalani, one of the largest islands nestled within the Gulf of Accadia. Aktu, his home village is a small fishing and farming town just outside of the greater Kalani Metropolitan area. The island itself is rather mountainous, dominated by a set of volcanoes in the center, with the vast majority of its population centers focused by the coast and its surrounding lowlands. Southern Accadia- particularly its islands possess a strong culture of spiritualism and community. Respect of nature and of people are among some of the most extolled values, with many often seeking balance between spiritualism and modernity. Generally warm, friendly and modest, most Accadian Islanders are often worshippers and followers of Leviathan and Gaia, though as of recent times, worship of Titan has seen a noticeable rise.
Tourism makes up most of the island economy, for better or worse, and Kalani City in particular has become quite popular for both its world class luxury resorts and the chance to see a real life Regalia walking around the streets. Clashes between modern ideals and more traditional ones are becoming more commonplace, as the rampant commercialism has begun eroding the natural ecosystem and more or less spit in the face of many islanders' spiritual values. Outside the cities, rural Accadians generally remain friendly, but are more cautious towards outsiders and tourists, with some small groups of traditionalists being outright hostile towards who they see as trespassers who trample upon their lands and values.
Perhaps expected of those that live on islands, Southern Accadians have a particularly strong maritime culture, regularly engaging in fishing for food, sport and export. Unsurprisingly, activities involving water- sailing, swimming, surfing, are all incredibly popular amongst Accadians Islanders. Most Islanders learn to swim shortly after they learn to walk, and while not capable of breathing underwater, many are able to hold their breaths for extended periods of time compared to other humans. Charms, jewelry and traditional tools are often made from fishbone, shark teeth, pearls, and other seaborne entities. Leviathan Fangs- traditional daggers made from serpent teeth are particularly popular among youths and tourists as trinkets and souvineers.
T R I V I A
Likes:
Dislikes:
Unassorted:
S O C I A L
Laura Genevieve, Regalia of Gaia - One of the other Regalia from Accadia, Akamu views her much like an adoptive younger sister, and commonly refers to her as such. Following the attack several years ago, Akamu is fiercely protective of her. Akamu dotes on the younger Regalia, often showering her with gifts when they meet on occasions like holidays or birthdays.
Bold, boistrous, at times literally larger than life, wherever Akamu goes, it's hard not to notice him. Generally amicable and carefree, Akamu's rumbling laugh is regularly meme'd throughout Accadia, and the image of his impressive (and usually shirtless) physique and pearly white smile commonly adorns tourism advertisements, billboards, and even calenders for the Resort City of Kalani. Overflowing with confidence and optimism in abundance, it seems to be practically impossible to bring his spirits down. He regularly refers to others by shortened nicknames, often incorporating elements of islander monikers and lingo into his speech.
Like many Accadian islanders, Akamu is easygoing to a fault, effortlessly relaxed and unflappable in the face of most hardship, seemingly having a calming effect on people wherever he goes. Not to say he never takes things seriously, and Akamu certainly has his moments of concentration and seriousness, but for the most part seems to take the punches as they come easily, and embodies the idea of 'go with the flow'. Exceedingly rare is the sight of an angry Akamu, and the terrifying, literally earthshaking wrath that follows.
While supportive of the common people and their struggles, it is rather obvious that Akamu's sympathies begin to wane quickly when corporations get involved. While rarely ever outright aggressive towards corporate interests, Akamu displays a blatant disregard and disdain towards many of their endeavors. This is especially the case when it comes to the mining and acquisition of Crystals, which he staunchly disapproves of- though admits their necessity for many lives around the world. Attuned to nature and the world around him, Akamu prefers to keep things simple, and while not a luddite, is abysmally bad with technology, failing at all but the simplest tasks- outside of social media anyway, which he appears to be rather adept with.
Akamu avidly engages in sports and athleticism of every kind, though he is a particularly avid surfer. Along with his presence on social media, Akamu has cemented himself as the archetypical 'surfer bro', often being one of the first results when searched online. He has a love for many of the simpler things in life, and is content to drink and laugh with just about anyone. He enjoys music and dance of all kinds and is a big party animal. A rather simple man, Akamu finds a sort of purity and vicarious happiness when witnessing those who earnestly pursue their interests.
Perhaps unsurprisingly, Akamu has quite a positive relationship with both his primary Dominant, Titan, and the Dominant of Nature, Gaia. More surprising is his popularity among followers of Leviathan.
C H R O N I C L E
Akamu was born in the small village Akta in the rural areas outside of the self named Kalani City, on the island of Kalani. Akamu spent the vast majority of his early life and childhood as a follower of Leviathan. It was a surprise then, when at the young age of 12, Akamu was revealed to be blessed to be the Regalia of the Dominant, Titan. The details of how he became blessed are largely unknown, but popular legends tell the tale of a young village boy coming across a traveler who had been pinned underneath a landslide while hiking across through one of the less popular mountain trails. Titan, perhaps intrigued by the sight of a boy attempting to lift a rock many times his size, or simply impressed by his courage took an interest in him. As the boy prayed to Leviathan to help him find a way to help the man, Titan came to him and laughed, asking him what the Great Serpent might have been be able to do for him so far away from the sea. Amused by the boy, or impressed by his answers, Titan decided to offer his blessing, granting the boy the strength to save others. Now with the strength of Titan, the boy was able to lift the mountain and saved the man. The story has become something of a local fable in recent times. Akamu's story is often told across the Accadian islands as a tale to inspire courage and bravery in young children.
As a child of a rather inconsequential village, it was rather easy for the Accadian Government to assume stewardship over Akamu. While a capable learner, and easily capable of causing destruction, Akamu's lax attitude did little to make him a proper soldier- though that wouldn't stop the Accadian Government from making him a public servant. A defender of the people, Akamu raises the spirits of Accadians as a firefighter and conservationist for Kalani City, having notably been responsible for putting a stop to a terrible forest wildfire that threatened the city some 4 years ago.
As a Regalia, Akamu is generally well known by most Accadians, and is extremely popular among Southern Accadian Islanders, often regarded as a local hero. Akamu is notable for using his earth magic to aid in the expansion and revitalization many of the diminished farming areas around the islands, which in turn has allowed for a reduction in the amount of overfishing used to compensate.
Akamu's Dominant form has only been revealed once since his blessing, during what the Accadian Government has now labeled a terror attack. During what amounted to a foreign entity's attempt to kidnap Laura Genevieve, a recently realized fellow Regalia, not an insignificant amount of damage was done to the surrounding land and people. The sight threw Akamu into a rage, resulting in him taking on his Dominant form, in which he used powerful earth magic and overwhelming strength to (literally) bury the attackers. To this day, no Government has claimed responsibility for the attack, and is one of the few times Akamu has regretted having his power. Following the attack, Akamu spending the next several months working tirelessly to restore the land he'd destroyed in the process.
H O M E
Akamu hails from the island of Kalani, one of the largest islands nestled within the Gulf of Accadia. Aktu, his home village is a small fishing and farming town just outside of the greater Kalani Metropolitan area. The island itself is rather mountainous, dominated by a set of volcanoes in the center, with the vast majority of its population centers focused by the coast and its surrounding lowlands. Southern Accadia- particularly its islands possess a strong culture of spiritualism and community. Respect of nature and of people are among some of the most extolled values, with many often seeking balance between spiritualism and modernity. Generally warm, friendly and modest, most Accadian Islanders are often worshippers and followers of Leviathan and Gaia, though as of recent times, worship of Titan has seen a noticeable rise.
Tourism makes up most of the island economy, for better or worse, and Kalani City in particular has become quite popular for both its world class luxury resorts and the chance to see a real life Regalia walking around the streets. Clashes between modern ideals and more traditional ones are becoming more commonplace, as the rampant commercialism has begun eroding the natural ecosystem and more or less spit in the face of many islanders' spiritual values. Outside the cities, rural Accadians generally remain friendly, but are more cautious towards outsiders and tourists, with some small groups of traditionalists being outright hostile towards who they see as trespassers who trample upon their lands and values.
Perhaps expected of those that live on islands, Southern Accadians have a particularly strong maritime culture, regularly engaging in fishing for food, sport and export. Unsurprisingly, activities involving water- sailing, swimming, surfing, are all incredibly popular amongst Accadians Islanders. Most Islanders learn to swim shortly after they learn to walk, and while not capable of breathing underwater, many are able to hold their breaths for extended periods of time compared to other humans. Charms, jewelry and traditional tools are often made from fishbone, shark teeth, pearls, and other seaborne entities. Leviathan Fangs- traditional daggers made from serpent teeth are particularly popular among youths and tourists as trinkets and souvineers.
T R I V I A
Likes:
- Surfing, Fishing, Sailing, Skydiving - Basically most activities that would get one's heart pumping or are related to the ocean or beach
- Music, Dance and Parties - Obviously
- Nature and Spiritualism - Perhaps surprisingly
- Sushi
Dislikes:
- Sitting still for too long
- Liars and cheats
- Megacorps and corporate entities- particularly those involved in the mining industry
Unassorted:
- Akamu is perhaps unabashedly a bit of a hypocrite: While often condemning those that do what he feels is wrong, he is more than happy to turn a blind eye to the activities of those that he trusts or cares about.
- Kalani City prints a yearly Regalia-themed Calender with his likeness on it. Copies of the calendars sell out fast and have become something of a collector's item.
- Akamu's has a considerable social media following, and regularly vlogs or takes photos of many of his activities
- Akamu's love of hiking has unintentionally been misinterpreted as a method of worship to Titan. Every year, hundreds of followers of Titan will visit Kalani to hike up the mountain trail to pray to the Dominant. According to Akamu, Titan (probably) finds this quite entertaining.
S O C I A L
Laura Genevieve, Regalia of Gaia - One of the other Regalia from Accadia, Akamu views her much like an adoptive younger sister, and commonly refers to her as such. Following the attack several years ago, Akamu is fiercely protective of her. Akamu dotes on the younger Regalia, often showering her with gifts when they meet on occasions like holidays or birthdays.
Here is my submission: your local dudebro, but like nice! Obviously open to suggestions and changes if needed- but he is now here for @Mirandae to peruse at your leisureP R E S E N C E
Bold, boistrous, at times literally larger than life, wherever Akamu goes, it's hard not to notice him. Generally amicable and carefree, Akamu's rumbling laugh is regularly meme'd throughout Accadia, and the image of his impressive (and usually shirtless) physique and pearly white smile commonly adorns tourism advertisements, billboards, and even calenders for the Resort City of Kalani. Overflowing with confidence and optimism in abundance, it seems to be practically impossible to bring his spirits down. He regularly refers to others by shortened nicknames, often incorporating elements of islander monikers and lingo into his speech.
Like many Accadian islanders, Akamu is easygoing to a fault, effortlessly relaxed and unflappable in the face of most hardship, seemingly having a calming effect on people wherever he goes. Not to say he never takes things seriously, and Akamu certainly has his moments of concentration and seriousness, but for the most part seems to take the punches as they come easily, and embodies the idea of 'go with the flow'. Exceedingly rare is the sight of an angry Akamu, and the terrifying, literally earthshaking wrath that follows.
While supportive of the common people and their struggles, it is rather obvious that Akamu's sympathies begin to wane quickly when corporations get involved. While rarely ever outright aggressive towards corporate interests, Akamu displays a blatant disregard and disdain towards many of their endeavors. This is especially the case when it comes to the mining and acquisition of Crystals, which he staunchly disapproves of- though admits their necessity for many lives around the world. Attuned to nature and the world around him, Akamu prefers to keep things simple, and while not a luddite, is abysmally bad with technology, failing at all but the simplest tasks- outside of social media anyway, which he appears to be rather adept with.
Akamu avidly engages in sports and athleticism of every kind, though he is a particularly avid surfer. Along with his presence on social media, Akamu has cemented himself as the archetypical 'surfer bro', often being one of the first results when searched online. He has a love for many of the simpler things in life, and is content to drink and laugh with just about anyone. He enjoys music and dance of all kinds and is a big party animal. A rather simple man, Akamu finds a sort of purity and vicarious happiness when witnessing those who earnestly pursue their interests.
Perhaps unsurprisingly, Akamu has quite a positive relationship with both his primary Dominant, Titan, and the Dominant of Earth, Gaia. More surprising is his popularity among followers of Leviathan.
C H R O N I C L E
Akamu was born in the small village Akta in the rural areas outside of the self named Kalani City, on the island of Kalani. Akamu spent the vast majority of his early life and childhood as a follower of Leviathan. It was a surprise then, when at the young age of 12, Akamu was revealed to be blessed to be the Regalia of the Dominant, Titan. The details of how he became blessed are largely unknown, but popular legends tell the tale of a young village boy coming across a traveler who had been pinned underneath a landslide while hiking across through one of the less popular mountain trails. Titan, perhaps intrigued by the sight of a boy attempting to lift a rock many times his size, or simply impressed by his courage took an interest in him. As the boy prayed to Leviathan to help him find a way to help the man, Titan came to him and laughed, asking him what the Great Serpent might have been be able to do for him so far away from the sea. Amused by the boy, or impressed by his answers, Titan decided to offer his blessing, granting the boy the strength to save others. Now with the strength of Titan, the boy was able to lift the mountain and saved the man. The story has become something of a local fable in recent times. Akamu's story is often told across the Accadian islands as a tale to inspire courage and bravery in young children.
As a child of a rather inconsequential village, it was rather easy for the Accadian Government to assume stewardship over Akamu. While a capable learner, and easily capable of causing destruction, Akamu's lax attitude did little to make him a proper soldier- though that wouldn't stop the Accadian Government from making him a public servant. A defender of the people, Akamu raises the spirits of Accadians as a firefighter and conservationist for Kalani City, having notably been responsible for putting a stop to a terrible forest wildfire that threatened the city some 4 years ago.
As a Regalia, Akamu is generally well known by most Accadians, and is extremely popular among Southern Accadian Islanders, often regarded as a local hero. Akamu is notable for using his earth magic to aid in the expansion and revitalization many of the diminished farming areas around the islands, which in turn has allowed for a reduction in the amount of overfishing used to compensate.
Akamu's Dominant form has only been revealed once since his blessing, during what the Accadian Government has now labeled a terror attack. During what amounted to a foreign entity's attempt to kidnap Laura Genevieve, a recently realized fellow Regalia, not an insignificant amount of damage was done to the surrounding land and people. The sight threw Akamu into a rage, resulting in him taking on his Dominant form, in which he used powerful earth magic and overwhelming strength to (literally) bury the attackers. To this day, no Government has claimed responsibility for the attack, and is one of the few times Akamu has regretted having his power. Following the attack, Akamu spending the next several months working tirelessly to restore the land he'd destroyed in the process.
H O M E
Akamu hails from the island of Kalani, one of the largest islands nestled within the Gulf of Accadia. Aktu, his home village is a small fishing and farming town just outside of the greater Kalani Metropolitan area. The island itself is rather mountainous, dominated by a set of volcanoes in the center, with the vast majority of its population centers focused by the coast and its surrounding lowlands. Southern Accadia- particularly its islands possess a strong culture of spiritualism and community. Respect of nature and of people are among some of the most extolled values, with many often seeking balance between spiritualism and modernity. Generally warm, friendly and modest, most Accadian Islanders are often worshippers and followers of Leviathan and Gaia, though as of recent times, worship of Titan has seen a noticeable rise.
Tourism makes up most of the island economy, for better or worse, and Kalani City in particular has become quite popular for both its world class luxury resorts and the chance to see a real life Regalia walking around the streets. Clashes between modern ideals and more traditional ones are becoming more commonplace, as the rampant commercialism has begun eroding the natural ecosystem and more or less spit in the face of many islanders' spiritual values. Outside the cities, rural Accadians generally remain friendly, but are more cautious towards outsiders and tourists, with some small groups of traditionalists being outright hostile towards who they see as trespassers who trample upon their lands and values.
Perhaps expected of those that live on islands, Southern Accadians have a particularly strong maritime culture, regularly engaging in fishing for food, sport and export. Unsurprisingly, activities involving water- sailing, swimming, surfing, are all incredibly popular amongst Accadians Islanders. Most Islanders learn to swim shortly after they learn to walk, and while not capable of breathing underwater, many are able to hold their breaths for extended periods of time compared to other humans. Charms, jewelry and traditional tools are often made from fishbone, shark teeth, pearls, and other seaborne entities. Leviathan Fangs- traditional daggers made from serpent teeth are particularly popular among youths and tourists as trinkets and souvineers.
T R I V I A
Likes:
- Surfing, Fishing, Sailing, Skydiving - Basically most activities that would get one's heart pumping or are related to the ocean or beach
- Music, Dance and Parties - Obviously
- Nature and Spiritualism - Perhaps surprisingly
- Sushi
Dislikes:
- Sitting still for too long
- Liars and cheats
- Megacorps and corporate entities- particularly those involved in the mining industry
Unassorted:
- Akamu is perhaps unabashedly a bit of a hypocrite: While often condemning those that do what he feels is wrong, he is more than happy to turn a blind eye to the activities of those that he trusts or cares about.
- Kalani City prints a yearly Regalia-themed Calender with his likeness on it. Copies of the calendars sell out fast and have become something of a collector's item.
- Akamu's has a considerable social media following, and regularly vlogs or takes photos of many of his activities
- Akamu's love of hiking has unintentionally been misinterpreted as a method of worship to Titan. Every year, hundreds of followers of Titan will visit Kalani to hike up the mountain trail to pray to the Dominant. According to Akamu, Titan (probably) finds this quite entertaining.
S O C I A L
Laura Genevieve, Regalia of Gaia - One of the other Regalia from Accadia, Akamu views her much like an adoptive younger sister, and commonly refers to her as such. Following the attack several years ago, Akamu is fiercely protective of her. Akamu dotes on the younger Regalia, often showering her with gifts when they meet on occasions like holidays or birthdays.
I'm in love with this character so much. I love Final Fantasy X and the Wakka vibes are strong and I love Wakka! He'll make such a wonderful addition to the story. And the banner! *chef's kiss*
I hate double posting, but I'll post this anyways since I'm done and it's ready for review. Cheers! @Mirandae
P R E S E N C E
Neon moves like a mist over water—demure, graceful, ephemeral, a being caught between the world of the living and something far deeper, perhaps eternal. There is a quiet, understated grace about him, an aura that suggests still waters running deep beneath a surface of calm indifference. Neon’s silence is not the silence of apathy, quite the contrary, but of someone who listens to the quiet hum of existence, as if in communion with things most people overlook. When he speaks, his words come slowly, deliberately, as though each thought has been sifted through an ancient sieve of wisdom. His voice—gentle, hushed—makes others lean in, drawn by a magnetism they can't quite place, as if in Neon's presence, the air itself feels more delicate.
Those around Neon are inexplicably soothed or unnerved, depending on the weight of their own souls. Neon doesn’t judge, but his steady gaze and the aura of solemnity he carries has a way of making people confront the truths they’ve hidden away. People often find themselves revealing more than they intended, offering up pieces of their soul like driftwood to the shore, their own edges softening, their anxieties dissolving in the gentle pull of Neon’s presence. It's easy to forget, in those moments, the boundaries that typically define the self.
Decisions are made with careful precision, not from a place of hesitation but from an innate understanding of the consequences each choice may bring. Neon weighs his actions as one would weigh the stars, considering not only the immediate but the everlasting. There is an unshakable confidence in this, an aura of inevitability. He needs no validation, no affirmation. Neon simply knows. It’s not arrogance—it’s as if the answers arrive in the same way the stars appear in the night sky, one by one, unfolding in his mind until the path ahead is clear.
He does not give orders or commands; instead, he suggests, and others may feel compelled to follow as though it were their own decision. Communication, for him, is an art of listening as much as it is of speaking. And yet, despite the mystery that surrounds him, there is an undeniable gentleness. His empathy is not worn on the surface, but it radiates from him like the soft glow of a distant star—subtle, but ever-present.
There is a soft melancholy to Neon’s demeanor, but not one rooted in sadness. It is the melancholia of someone who has touched the edges of death time and time again, tasted solitude like a vintage wine, and found in it a sort of beauty. He is never hurried, never impatient; time itself seems to slow in his presence, as if reality bends to match his rhythm. Others may struggle to define him—some see Neon as cold, others as profoundly kind—but all agree there is something ethereal about him, a quality that places him just beyond the reach of the mundane world.
As the Regalia of Anima, Neon is an enigmatic but relatively well-known figure among the people of Eshea and, to an extent, in the immediate surrounding nations. His pure image and sacred role as a Funérailles has served him well in some respects—in furthering his identity as someone who is beloved and cherished with a sort of reverence one might bestow their innocent, first love. Neon guides his followers and those abroad through their mournful hours and tempers their midnight terrors with pleasant, sweet dreams. It is only natural, then, that his innate temperance is a virtue no one can deny romanticizing.
C H R O N I C L E
Neon’s story begins in the cradle of luxury, where golden light bathed his early years and marble halls whispered promises of power and privilege. The youngest of five, he was the delicate thread in the grand tapestry of his family’s legacy, his father Raynaldus, an eccentric politician of boundless ambition, and his mother, Hippolyta, a regal beauty with the blood of Dalmascan royalty running through her veins. Though he was born in the western country of Nibelheim, it would be in Eshea, his father’s homeland, that his life would be truly shaped.
They moved back to Eshea when he was only two, settling in the gleaming city of Montá—the Citadel—a renowned city of old-world charm, encased in a fortress of metal, keeping its timeless beauty protected from the world outside. This was a place where the elite thrived and were shielded from the woes of the less fortunate. Raised under the Citadel’s silver skies, it was here where Neon’s childhood began (soft and sheltered)—his days filled with the luxury only the Montágasque could understand. His world was one of silks and gemstones, the quiet hum of politics brushing against the air, and the certainty that his future would be paved with the same power his father wielded so easily.
But Montá was a city of strange traditions, and fate or something far older, as it often does, had other plans for the noblesse, aristocratic youth. At the age of ten, the Council of the Citadel chose him for a role unlike any other—a Funérailles, or Hopekeeper—a role both revered and immeasurably isolating. They sent him away, far from the gleaming walls of Montá, to a small house adrift on the ocean’s endless horizon. His task was solemn and queer—he was to officiate the seaside burials of those who died at sea, a child shepherding souls into the depths. This custom of funeral rites was called Mer de rêves (The Sea of Dreams).
His only companions were mourners who came to bid their final goodbyes, and the fragile höpes, delicate birds whose brief lives measured the time the friends and family of the departed should grieve/mourn. When a höpe died, so too did the mourning period. The silence of the sea was his constant companion, vast and unbroken, except for the occasional supplier from distant Tenshi, who brought sustenance and supplies.
Isolation bore heavily on Neon’s spirit. The weight of solitude and the ever-present specter of death chipped away at the carefree child he once had been. Yet in his quiet despair, the Dominant of Dreams, Anima, took pity and reached out to him, her blessing falling over him like stardust on still waters. Her magic allowed Neon to escape, if only in spirit. Through astral butterflies, delicate creatures spun from his very essence, he could soar beyond his floating home, seeing the world through their eyes. His butterflies danced over cities and mountains, entering the dreams of strangers and wandering through lives that were not his own. It was through these dreams that Neon experienced the world he had been torn from—the bustling streets of far-off lands, the laughter of children, and the simple joy, sorrow, and love of human connection, though fleeting, as none of it truly belonged to him.
The years passed, and Neon, now marked by Anima’s magic, became a Regalia—touched by her gracious divinity. This honor earned him a reprieve from his duties, a rare pardon from the Citadel council. He was granted passage to the Festival of Lights, where other Regalia would gather, each tethered to the divine in their own way, each worshipped by those who sought their favor. As Neon stepped away from his floating prison for the first time in a decade, the world beyond the horizon shimmered with possibilities unknown. The Festival awaited, but so too did the changes that would shape his life in ways he could never have anticipated.
H O M E
Technically Neon was born in country of Nibelheim, but his earliest memories belong to Montá—the city encased in metal and privilege, known to many simply as The Citadel. Nestled in the foothills of the towering Leannan Mountains (in the rainy country of Eshea), Montá stands as a testament to wealth and exclusivity. Its imposing metallic wall, gleaming like a fortress from ages past, encircles the city, guarding its treasures and residents from the outside world. Within those walls lay a contradiction—a city steeped in old-world beauty, where the streets are lined with elegant art nouveau façades and grand Edwardian mansions, yet ruled by cutting-edge technology and humanoid AI bots, which cater to the elites' every need and those who can afford to visit.
Despite the constant hum of automation, Montá feels more like a preserved relic of a bygone era, its cobblestone streets winding through low- and mid-rise buildings that echo an age of grandeur. The absence of towering skyscrapers lends the city a distinct intimacy, where ornate ironwork balconies and stained glass windows adorn nearly every structure. The influence of Tenshi culture is palpable here, too—rich silks, flowing robes, and delicately embroidered patterns mingle with the traditional Montágasque attire, a reminder of the wealthy Tenshi immigrants who had once made Montá their home. This diversity of culture, however, does not extend to a diversity of class. Montá’s ethos revolves around lineage, prestige, money, and the endless pursuit of political power. To become a Montágasque citizen requires more than just residency; it demands birthright, immense wealth, or the favor of the city's ruling council—a group that upholds the city’s oldest, most exclusionary traditions.
Amidst this affluence, Montá’s charm lay not only in its architectural splendor but also in its natural beauty. The city is known for its rolling hills, softened by the frequent rain that makes the landscape lush and vibrant. Roses—delicate, fragrant, and ever-present—cling to the walls and blossom in every garden, painting the city with their soft, transient beauty. The seasons in Montá unfold like a tapestry: spring brings life to the roses, summer glistens with rain, autumn wraps the hills in gold, and winter veils the city in mist. Yet through every season, the ever-present cloud of tradition lingers—a reminder that this is not a city for the ordinary, but a world where the wealthy thrive and those outside its walls remain forgotten. Neon, once ensconced in this opulent life, grew under the watchful gaze of this insular society, learning the unspoken rules of its labyrinthine politics and old customs, until fate pulled him away from it all.
T R I V I A
Likes:
Dislikes:
Other:
S O C I A L
To be determined
Neon moves like a mist over water—demure, graceful, ephemeral, a being caught between the world of the living and something far deeper, perhaps eternal. There is a quiet, understated grace about him, an aura that suggests still waters running deep beneath a surface of calm indifference. Neon’s silence is not the silence of apathy, quite the contrary, but of someone who listens to the quiet hum of existence, as if in communion with things most people overlook. When he speaks, his words come slowly, deliberately, as though each thought has been sifted through an ancient sieve of wisdom. His voice—gentle, hushed—makes others lean in, drawn by a magnetism they can't quite place, as if in Neon's presence, the air itself feels more delicate.
Those around Neon are inexplicably soothed or unnerved, depending on the weight of their own souls. Neon doesn’t judge, but his steady gaze and the aura of solemnity he carries has a way of making people confront the truths they’ve hidden away. People often find themselves revealing more than they intended, offering up pieces of their soul like driftwood to the shore, their own edges softening, their anxieties dissolving in the gentle pull of Neon’s presence. It's easy to forget, in those moments, the boundaries that typically define the self.
Decisions are made with careful precision, not from a place of hesitation but from an innate understanding of the consequences each choice may bring. Neon weighs his actions as one would weigh the stars, considering not only the immediate but the everlasting. There is an unshakable confidence in this, an aura of inevitability. He needs no validation, no affirmation. Neon simply knows. It’s not arrogance—it’s as if the answers arrive in the same way the stars appear in the night sky, one by one, unfolding in his mind until the path ahead is clear.
He does not give orders or commands; instead, he suggests, and others may feel compelled to follow as though it were their own decision. Communication, for him, is an art of listening as much as it is of speaking. And yet, despite the mystery that surrounds him, there is an undeniable gentleness. His empathy is not worn on the surface, but it radiates from him like the soft glow of a distant star—subtle, but ever-present.
There is a soft melancholy to Neon’s demeanor, but not one rooted in sadness. It is the melancholia of someone who has touched the edges of death time and time again, tasted solitude like a vintage wine, and found in it a sort of beauty. He is never hurried, never impatient; time itself seems to slow in his presence, as if reality bends to match his rhythm. Others may struggle to define him—some see Neon as cold, others as profoundly kind—but all agree there is something ethereal about him, a quality that places him just beyond the reach of the mundane world.
As the Regalia of Anima, Neon is an enigmatic but relatively well-known figure among the people of Eshea and, to an extent, in the immediate surrounding nations. His pure image and sacred role as a Funérailles has served him well in some respects—in furthering his identity as someone who is beloved and cherished with a sort of reverence one might bestow their innocent, first love. Neon guides his followers and those abroad through their mournful hours and tempers their midnight terrors with pleasant, sweet dreams. It is only natural, then, that his innate temperance is a virtue no one can deny romanticizing.
C H R O N I C L E
Neon’s story begins in the cradle of luxury, where golden light bathed his early years and marble halls whispered promises of power and privilege. The youngest of five, he was the delicate thread in the grand tapestry of his family’s legacy, his father Raynaldus, an eccentric politician of boundless ambition, and his mother, Hippolyta, a regal beauty with the blood of Dalmascan royalty running through her veins. Though he was born in the western country of Nibelheim, it would be in Eshea, his father’s homeland, that his life would be truly shaped.
"There is nothing more honorable in this world than a proper burial."
They moved back to Eshea when he was only two, settling in the gleaming city of Montá—the Citadel—a renowned city of old-world charm, encased in a fortress of metal, keeping its timeless beauty protected from the world outside. This was a place where the elite thrived and were shielded from the woes of the less fortunate. Raised under the Citadel’s silver skies, it was here where Neon’s childhood began (soft and sheltered)—his days filled with the luxury only the Montágasque could understand. His world was one of silks and gemstones, the quiet hum of politics brushing against the air, and the certainty that his future would be paved with the same power his father wielded so easily.
But Montá was a city of strange traditions, and fate or something far older, as it often does, had other plans for the noblesse, aristocratic youth. At the age of ten, the Council of the Citadel chose him for a role unlike any other—a Funérailles, or Hopekeeper—a role both revered and immeasurably isolating. They sent him away, far from the gleaming walls of Montá, to a small house adrift on the ocean’s endless horizon. His task was solemn and queer—he was to officiate the seaside burials of those who died at sea, a child shepherding souls into the depths. This custom of funeral rites was called Mer de rêves (The Sea of Dreams).
"Freed...from the chaos..."
His only companions were mourners who came to bid their final goodbyes, and the fragile höpes, delicate birds whose brief lives measured the time the friends and family of the departed should grieve/mourn. When a höpe died, so too did the mourning period. The silence of the sea was his constant companion, vast and unbroken, except for the occasional supplier from distant Tenshi, who brought sustenance and supplies.
"I never chose to be a Funérailles, a Hopekeeper, but I will continue to do what I must with dignity and respect, if only for those who can no longer do so for themselves. Perhaps, that is the only reason why I am here."
Isolation bore heavily on Neon’s spirit. The weight of solitude and the ever-present specter of death chipped away at the carefree child he once had been. Yet in his quiet despair, the Dominant of Dreams, Anima, took pity and reached out to him, her blessing falling over him like stardust on still waters. Her magic allowed Neon to escape, if only in spirit. Through astral butterflies, delicate creatures spun from his very essence, he could soar beyond his floating home, seeing the world through their eyes. His butterflies danced over cities and mountains, entering the dreams of strangers and wandering through lives that were not his own. It was through these dreams that Neon experienced the world he had been torn from—the bustling streets of far-off lands, the laughter of children, and the simple joy, sorrow, and love of human connection, though fleeting, as none of it truly belonged to him.
The years passed, and Neon, now marked by Anima’s magic, became a Regalia—touched by her gracious divinity. This honor earned him a reprieve from his duties, a rare pardon from the Citadel council. He was granted passage to the Festival of Lights, where other Regalia would gather, each tethered to the divine in their own way, each worshipped by those who sought their favor. As Neon stepped away from his floating prison for the first time in a decade, the world beyond the horizon shimmered with possibilities unknown. The Festival awaited, but so too did the changes that would shape his life in ways he could never have anticipated.
H O M E
Technically Neon was born in country of Nibelheim, but his earliest memories belong to Montá—the city encased in metal and privilege, known to many simply as The Citadel. Nestled in the foothills of the towering Leannan Mountains (in the rainy country of Eshea), Montá stands as a testament to wealth and exclusivity. Its imposing metallic wall, gleaming like a fortress from ages past, encircles the city, guarding its treasures and residents from the outside world. Within those walls lay a contradiction—a city steeped in old-world beauty, where the streets are lined with elegant art nouveau façades and grand Edwardian mansions, yet ruled by cutting-edge technology and humanoid AI bots, which cater to the elites' every need and those who can afford to visit.
Despite the constant hum of automation, Montá feels more like a preserved relic of a bygone era, its cobblestone streets winding through low- and mid-rise buildings that echo an age of grandeur. The absence of towering skyscrapers lends the city a distinct intimacy, where ornate ironwork balconies and stained glass windows adorn nearly every structure. The influence of Tenshi culture is palpable here, too—rich silks, flowing robes, and delicately embroidered patterns mingle with the traditional Montágasque attire, a reminder of the wealthy Tenshi immigrants who had once made Montá their home. This diversity of culture, however, does not extend to a diversity of class. Montá’s ethos revolves around lineage, prestige, money, and the endless pursuit of political power. To become a Montágasque citizen requires more than just residency; it demands birthright, immense wealth, or the favor of the city's ruling council—a group that upholds the city’s oldest, most exclusionary traditions.
Amidst this affluence, Montá’s charm lay not only in its architectural splendor but also in its natural beauty. The city is known for its rolling hills, softened by the frequent rain that makes the landscape lush and vibrant. Roses—delicate, fragrant, and ever-present—cling to the walls and blossom in every garden, painting the city with their soft, transient beauty. The seasons in Montá unfold like a tapestry: spring brings life to the roses, summer glistens with rain, autumn wraps the hills in gold, and winter veils the city in mist. Yet through every season, the ever-present cloud of tradition lingers—a reminder that this is not a city for the ordinary, but a world where the wealthy thrive and those outside its walls remain forgotten. Neon, once ensconced in this opulent life, grew under the watchful gaze of this insular society, learning the unspoken rules of its labyrinthine politics and old customs, until fate pulled him away from it all.
T R I V I A
Likes:
- Reading books and learning about anything and everything
- Drinking tea
- Singing; Neon has a really pretty singing voice and can often be found humming to himself
- Chocolate, but anything sweet really
- Painting
- Caring for the höpes
Dislikes:
- People touching him without consent, even friendly physical gestures he instinctively recoils from
- Technology, he's terrible at using it
- People with bad intentions
Other:
- He is often mistaken for a woman by strangers, but has stopped correcting people who address him as such, as it is such a common occurrence
- As a Funérailles (Hopekeeper is the more modern term people use), he can be identified by the "Mark of the Funerailles", which is a pair of symbols engraved in the palms of his hands by the previous Hopekeeper. He usually hides these marks by wearing a pair of white gloves, which coordinate with his white silk garments
- Can usually be found with a small book in his pocket for on-the-go reading
- He is the ultimate waifu who can cook really well; he had to learn how to cook for himself since the age of 10
- He is a Montágasque citizen who also has citizenship in Nibelheim due to birth and Dalmasca due to maternal ancestry
- He speaks Montágasque, a dialect of the core Eshean language (French-esque), but he also speaks English with a posh/received pronunciation-style British accent, which is the primary accent in Montá.
S O C I A L
To be determined
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I sent you notes in PMs :)
@Mole
Oh, I see. Well, thanks for your interest and good wishes!❤️ Feel free to stop by any time. If there is a particular reason why you bowed out or some issue that you feel I should know, then hit me up in PMs :)
@vietmyke
Excellent :) only note is Gaia being the Dominant of 'nature'. Also, no soundtrack? I bet there's something that really fits this hunk! Other than that, all good. Post it in the character tab.
@Aeolian
Very avant-garde and super aesthetic (including soundtrack!), babe, AS ALWAYS. Get that cutie posted in the character tab :)
I sent you notes in PMs :)
@Mole
Oh, I see. Well, thanks for your interest and good wishes!❤️ Feel free to stop by any time. If there is a particular reason why you bowed out or some issue that you feel I should know, then hit me up in PMs :)
@vietmyke
Excellent :) only note is Gaia being the Dominant of 'nature'. Also, no soundtrack? I bet there's something that really fits this hunk! Other than that, all good. Post it in the character tab.
@Aeolian
Very avant-garde and super aesthetic (including soundtrack!), babe, AS ALWAYS. Get that cutie posted in the character tab :)
@Mirandae I may need a moment to think about music because tbh the first thing that popped up into my head was the Moana soundtrack and while it gives me a bit of a giggle, I don't think it exactly fits him!
@Aeolian I threw a little ffx joke into the CS too- I like to think people meme Akamu's laugh like people do with Tidus
@Aeolian I threw a little ffx joke into the CS too- I like to think people meme Akamu's laugh like people do with Tidus
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No problem :) take your time with it. If there really isn't anything that fits, then leave it - that works too.
No problem :) take your time with it. If there really isn't anything that fits, then leave it - that works too.
Fleshing out Cetra, and it's shaping up to be a rather separatist nation. Could be interesting to dabble a little in some geopolitics... maybe a war in the past?
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Fleshing out Cetra, and it's shaping up to be a rather separatist nation. Could be interesting to dabble a little in some geopolitics... maybe a war in the past?
That's a very interesting concept. With what nation were you thinking they were in conflict with in the past?
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That's a very interesting concept. With what nation were you thinking they were in conflict with in the past?
We're thinking that it's a totalitarian theocracy, and wouldn't approve of any nation who didn't recognise Ultima as a figure of high reverence. Think of it, a little bit, like crusaders of old, wherein Ultima-worshipping templars maintain her balance through any means necessary, keeping her light burning by extinguishing what they percieve as darkness.... Not sure they'd wage holy war for no good reason, but if anyone had a nation that they think might have a testy history, could be interesting?
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We're thinking that it's a totalitarian theocracy, and wouldn't approve of any nation who didn't recognise Ultima as a figure of high reverence. Think of it, a little bit, like crusaders of old, wherein Ultima-worshipping templars maintain her balance through any means necessary, keeping her light burning by extinguishing what they percieve as darkness.... Not sure they'd wage holy war for no good reason, but if anyone had a nation that they think might have a testy history, could be interesting?
A totalitarian theocracy—very interesting. I can already think of some Real-Life parallels to that. LOL. Is your Regalia male or female? Would that have some influence over how they are perceived in Cetra? I'm just thinking about real life and how much gender plays a role in setting the "rules" that each gender is supposed to follow. Stringent codes of conduct and what have you. I expect Cetra might be the same way, for better or worse.
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A totalitarian theocracy—very interesting. I can already think of some Real-Life parallels to that. LOL. Is your Regalia male or female? Would that have some influence over how they are perceived in Cetra? I'm just thinking about real life and how much gender plays a role in setting the "rules" that each gender is supposed to follow. Stringent codes of conduct and what have you. I expect Cetra might be the same way, for better or worse.
Safe to say my character may be among the most privileged individuals in the world... and thus, his behaviour would be tolerated where others' wouldn't. But certainly something to consider for others.
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I like this angle too of someone extremely privileged being able to exist in a society that otherwise would have treated them much differently if not for this privilege they can wield. I think from this narrative perspective, it opens up developmental moments where the character may have to, perhaps, be humbled in some way. I don't know much about your character, but if he gets free passes in a totalitarian theocratic society, he might have a bloated sense of self and delusions of grandeur. Only, he is the literal embodiment of an actual Dominant, and one of the most revered in the world, which might play even more into this ego, I'm assuming, he may or may not possess. Eitherway, fascinating stuff to think about.
I like this angle too of someone extremely privileged being able to exist in a society that otherwise would have treated them much differently if not for this privilege they can wield. I think from this narrative perspective, it opens up developmental moments where the character may have to, perhaps, be humbled in some way. I don't know much about your character, but if he gets free passes in a totalitarian theocratic society, he might have a bloated sense of self and delusions of grandeur. Only, he is the literal embodiment of an actual Dominant, and one of the most revered in the world, which might play even more into this ego, I'm assuming, he may or may not possess. Eitherway, fascinating stuff to think about.
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