Good day! I am looking for someone willing to portray a certain male character for me! I will be roleplaying my own Character. Simply read the prompt below, that is all I have as the basic premise! I am very open to add your own thoughts to it. I would also be willing to give any of your secret roleplay wishes a shot. I do love a lot of fandoms :)
You do not need to know FFXIV to join me in the endeavor of writing this. For any further information just shoot me a private message here on reddit and I can hand you my discord. I am looking for someone illiterate, my post length varies from post to post but down below can be a pretty good indication.
I only RP in 3rd person, and with people above the age of 18. This is supposed to be an adventure, with angst and romance. About love and friendship all that stuff. Looking forward to meet like minded people!
The Prompt:
Upon the usage of Keiros Emet-Selch, Hythlodaeus and Hermes, have lost their memory of their fateful encounter with the Warrior of Light from the future. Would they have known the tragedy and terror inbound, they may have been able to avert the calamity. The final days. She leaves them behind, promising Emet-Selch to keep on the legacy he leaves her.
Such is the burden she carries, that weighs heavily when she has the possibility to go back. To leave behind the Source, her home and place of birth. Alas she will not hesitate, for his legacy may yet still be in her hands. She will not waver and return so she may save Etheirys in it’s unsundered state, and provide a different reality for her friends, for the man she loves with all her heart.
Meteion has moved to the far edge of the universe, singing a song of destruction that will reach Etheirys, the unsundered World ere long. But this time she will return to this time and defeat Meteion, save Emet-Selch, Hythlodaeus, Elidibus and all her friends on the Convocation and the very star. For she seeks to create an alternate reality for both worlds to exist.
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Emet-Selch did not dream often, alas one recurring dream would not stop. A picture that infested his mind, clawed itself into him.
A young small woman, with white hair and black tips. With an eye like the vast oceans of Etheirys and one molten gold to mirror his own. With so little aether but that colour he knew so well. Ridiculous cat ears and a tail, in a robe not so unlike his own but with metal ornaments on it.
Sentimentality. Perhaps... Curiosity? He can not say why he made a body in this image. Why is her height just a bit smaller than his own? Alas something is missing with this familiar he made. It vexes him. Annoys him to no end. Something he can’t put a finger on, until one day when he awakens in his apartment in Amaurot he is awoken by a woman's cries.
By tears falling upon his face, and he felt utter annoyance as his eyes opened to be greeted by the desperate expression of his familiar. Of this soulless puppet he had made from his dreams. No longer was it soulless. A beautiful blue hue housed in the body, something that should rightfully be impossible. This was Azem's soul however thin it was now, it was hers...
Her mouth opens to call him. To call him by his name. “Hades.” And for a moment all he thinks is: How? Has Azem allowed herself a joke with him? But then there is another feeling, the feeling that this seems right. . Yet at the same time tis a dreadful sign to catch such a thin soul of his friend... Would it not mean Azem was in danger?
Azem, where are you in all this?
You do not need to know FFXIV to join me in the endeavor of writing this. For any further information just shoot me a private message here on reddit and I can hand you my discord. I am looking for someone illiterate, my post length varies from post to post but down below can be a pretty good indication.
I only RP in 3rd person, and with people above the age of 18. This is supposed to be an adventure, with angst and romance. About love and friendship all that stuff. Looking forward to meet like minded people!
The Prompt:
Upon the usage of Keiros Emet-Selch, Hythlodaeus and Hermes, have lost their memory of their fateful encounter with the Warrior of Light from the future. Would they have known the tragedy and terror inbound, they may have been able to avert the calamity. The final days. She leaves them behind, promising Emet-Selch to keep on the legacy he leaves her.
Such is the burden she carries, that weighs heavily when she has the possibility to go back. To leave behind the Source, her home and place of birth. Alas she will not hesitate, for his legacy may yet still be in her hands. She will not waver and return so she may save Etheirys in it’s unsundered state, and provide a different reality for her friends, for the man she loves with all her heart.
Meteion has moved to the far edge of the universe, singing a song of destruction that will reach Etheirys, the unsundered World ere long. But this time she will return to this time and defeat Meteion, save Emet-Selch, Hythlodaeus, Elidibus and all her friends on the Convocation and the very star. For she seeks to create an alternate reality for both worlds to exist.
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Emet-Selch did not dream often, alas one recurring dream would not stop. A picture that infested his mind, clawed itself into him.
A young small woman, with white hair and black tips. With an eye like the vast oceans of Etheirys and one molten gold to mirror his own. With so little aether but that colour he knew so well. Ridiculous cat ears and a tail, in a robe not so unlike his own but with metal ornaments on it.
Sentimentality. Perhaps... Curiosity? He can not say why he made a body in this image. Why is her height just a bit smaller than his own? Alas something is missing with this familiar he made. It vexes him. Annoys him to no end. Something he can’t put a finger on, until one day when he awakens in his apartment in Amaurot he is awoken by a woman's cries.
By tears falling upon his face, and he felt utter annoyance as his eyes opened to be greeted by the desperate expression of his familiar. Of this soulless puppet he had made from his dreams. No longer was it soulless. A beautiful blue hue housed in the body, something that should rightfully be impossible. This was Azem's soul however thin it was now, it was hers...
Her mouth opens to call him. To call him by his name. “Hades.” And for a moment all he thinks is: How? Has Azem allowed herself a joke with him? But then there is another feeling, the feeling that this seems right. . Yet at the same time tis a dreadful sign to catch such a thin soul of his friend... Would it not mean Azem was in danger?
Azem, where are you in all this?