Sarcelle Renard

Final Fantasy XIV: Everdusk

Fae Luhenuet

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Despite the fists and furniture flying all around him, Fae continued to strum his lute, his eyes dancing across the brawl without a care in the world. A small grin tugged at his lips as he artfully weaved in and out of the chaos, never once missing a note despite his exaggerated movements. Part of him knew that he was likely only exacerbating the fight with his antics, but it was simply too difficult for the imp to pass up an opportunity to test his reflexes. After all, one misstep and his pretty face could end up terribly worse for wear.

For some reason, that thought caused his little grin to widen to a full blown smile.

A small gale tore through the crowd, causing even Fae to pause after nearly losing his footing from its sheer force. There was a beautiful moment where time seemed to freeze in the crowd for a split second as the crowd processed the event as one. It passed all too quickly as the sound of another punch connecting rang out from somewhere and within moments the fighting was even worse than when it started. Fae could only laugh at the sheer absurdity of it all and once more began strumming along to the rhythm of the madness.

Fae’s little jig through the fighting took him clear to the other side of the table area, but before he could relax he caught sight of some movement out of the corner of his eye that caused him to quickly duck. Just in time too, as a chair went sailing carelessly over him, smashing into pieces across the nicely framed back of a Midlander. A small huff of surprise escaped the Elezean as he realized just how close he had come to redecorating his face with wood chips, but he had little time to dwell on the feeling as the enraged Midlander hopped over the railing next to him.

With a flash of steel and some rather angry words, the brunette quickly made sure everyone know just how upset he was about the current state of things. And funny enough, the mob actually seemed to care, seeing how a majority of them quieted down and slowly ceased hitting one another.

Fascination lit up Fae’s eyes, as he wondered how much of a big shot this man had to be to strike genuine fear into such a volatile crowd. Judging by his full plate armor and the stance that said he knew exactly how to use the pointy end of his sword, it seemed reasonable to assume he must be a renowned adventurer given the location. No, that didn’t seem quite right. His crude manner of speech was better suited to one of Ul’dah’s gladiators.

Fae couldn’t help but smile at his own hesitation. There was a much quicker way to get the answer he was looking for.

With the grace of an acrobat, Fae slid over to the man glaring daggers at the crowd in front of him and went to sling an arm over his angry friend’s shoulders.

“Heya bud,” Fae practically sang, his voice ringing with an amiable sincerity. “Do forgive the lads, I’m sure they didn’t mean to ruffle ya pretty feathers.”

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@Solace

⊰Manifest Anima: Planes Divided⊱

I’ll definitely be returning for this. And maybe even get more than four posts done this time

Final Fantasy XIV: Everdusk

Of all the inns Fae had limped into, The Quicksand’s candle lit interior stood out to him with an undeniable and unique charm. And after the blistering trek that had taken him from Limsa Lominsa to Ul’dah, that charm was an unbelievably welcome sight. So while it seemed impossible, the Elezean somehow managed to slump even further forward as the relative comfort of the room washed over him, bringing him dangerously close to just curling up right there on the floor and calling it a day.

Reason won out in the end though, as getting a bed to collapse in was far more motivating.

It only took a glance for Fae to pick out the establishment’s proprietor standing behind a counter, a mountain of a Highlander with dark hair and clear no-nonsense attitude. So with a swagger that should have been impossible for one so run down and sweaty, the young man made his way past the scant few patrons that had come in with the early morning. As he approached his target, Fae could feel the stony faced Hyur sizing him up. It was impossible to tell what kind of conclusion he had reached, as the man merely nodded at Fae when he finally reached him, his expression giving away nothing.

"An awfully fine establishment you have here.” Fae’s voice dripped with genuine awe and he wore the most disarming smile he could muster. "The cozy feel of the place can almost draw one right in.” There was an unspoken insinuation in the Eleazen’s tone, one that the owner thankfully picked up on, as evidenced by his eyes narrowing in suspicion.

"You trying to say this place is missing something?” the Hyur replied rather pointedly, his dark eyes growing a shade darker. And it was there Fae saw just how much the man valued his establishment. Not to mention it also showed him exactly how he was going to get that room.

"Oh, I must apologize. I assure you I meant no disrespect.” But even as he said it, Fae couldn’t quite stop his smile from widening. With a small flourish, he produced his lute. "It’s just that a little music can go a long way in keeping a crowd spending their money,” strumming a bright chord for emphasis.

Fae kept the Hyur’s steely gaze for several long moments, showing neither fear nor remorse. The silence dragged on, the owner’s face a stone mask that refused to give Fae anything to work with. No, really, the guy was doing an impressive job selling his whole stare-you-down-till-you-look-away thing. Fae found it awfully difficult to resist the urge to hum in response.

Eventually, the grizzled man relented and with a labored sigh he pinched the bridge of his nose. “I’ve been thinking the same damn thing lately. Problem is you musician types always end up rubbing me the wrong way.” He punctuated his statement with a slight grunt of distaste. “So here’s the deal, you have the look of a guy that is in need of a room. So you’re gonna play through the afternoon and if I like what I hear, we’ll talk about getting you a reduced rate and maybe a meal out of this.” The man extended one of his mighty paws in Fae’s direction. “No guarantees though, got it?”

Fae didn’t hesitate to shake the man’s hand with an impish glint in his eyes. There was little doubt in his mind that by the end of the day not only would he have that free meal, but a free room to boot.

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The early morning had gone by peaceful enough, with Fae situated in off to the side of the main tables. The sound of his lute lightly danced throughout The Quicksand, competing with the overall din of its growing number of patrons. The acoustics of the locale left a good deal to be desired, but Fae had worked with much less before so he wasn’t terribly concerned about it. After all, the true appeal of this job was the people watching.

Adventurers had always been a rather fascinating group to Fae, as he felt like he could relate to their rather free lifestyle. Well, that and the fact that he was a complete sucker for their absolutely outrageous tales. His blue eyes caught a sight of one group as they raised their glasses to celebrate some victory and Fae couldn’t help but wonder what it may be like. The fingers that were plucking away at his lute were no strangers to the drawstring of the bow that rested beside him, so it wasn’t like he lacked the talent. In fact, more than anything it simply came down to the opportunity never really presenting itself, what with him almost always on the road or performing.

A sharp series of movements ripped Fae away from his idle musings and he looked just in time to see a member from the group he had noticed earlier get slugged by a Hyur. Fae blinked several times as the next series of events unfolded quickly, his face shifting from startled to outright bewildered. It was hardly the first time he had gotten front row seats to a bar fight, but this one had started so quickly that it had caught him completely off guard. But when he saw the Highlander that threw the first punch hit a dark haired woman, Fae knew he had to do something.

So the musician did what any responsible person would do in his shoes. He stood up and started to play something more appropriate.

Final Fantasy XIV: Everdusk

Faelimont “Fae” Luhenuet

Fae

Birth Name: Faelimont Luhenuet

Nickname: Fae

Title: “of the Silver Wings”

Race: Elezen

Clan: Wildwood

Age: 24

Birthplace: Fae’s mother swears that she had him near Hawthorne Hut while his father is positive that they had been closer to Quarrymill. Regardless, home for Fae is wherever the Silver Wings are currently setting up shop.

Occupation: A traveling performer of sorts, Fae never hesitates to put his experience putting on shows to get some food on the table, although he is also known to moonlight as an apothecary should an opportunity present itself.

Class: Archer

Gender: Male

Deity: While not particularly the devout sort, Oschon is the one deity Fae feels any true connection with, as in his words the rest are far too stuffy for his taste.

Sexual Orientation: Bisexual

Appearance: With a baby face and a shorter than average height for an Elezean at 6’5”, Fae is commonly mistaken for being much younger than he truly is. He keeps his unruly, auburn hair mostly restrained in a ponytail and possesses a pair of rather striking blue eyes and rather thin lips that are almost perpetually quirked into a mischievous half grin. Some would say that he takes the starving artist joke a bit too seriously with his thin frame, but the truth is that years of practicing acrobatics and traveling by foot have given him a body comprised of almost entirely lean muscle and has done wonders for keeping his complexion nicely tanned.

Upon the left side of his neck lies a tattoo of his troupe’s titular silver wings, a mark that Fae wears with pride.

Personality:

Hider

Quick to smile and with an unshakable sense of wanderlust, Fae initially comes off as your typical minstrel, complete with a flair for the dramatic and near endless supply of self-confidence. But underneath his cordial nature and incessant attempts at being charming dwells an inquisitive mind that is always seeking new and more interesting things to keep itself amused. To be blunt, this facet of Fae’s personality is inherently a selfish and results in just about all of his decisions being linked back to this desire to constantly find the next object of his interest, be it a new subject, skill, or person.

That’s not to say that he’s a bad person by any stretch of the imagination though. Because even in spite of seeing some of the worse sides of humanity throughout his journey, Fae has maintained his optimistic view that there is good in everyone and experiences genuine joy when he manages to tease a smile out of someone. But at the same time, he’s also not an altruistic good samaritan as he was taught from a young age to never work for free, monetarily or otherwise. And consequently, Fae detests the idea of owing anybody and closes out all of his perceived debts as quickly as possible.

Biography:

Hider

From as far back as he can remember, Fae has always been surrounded by music and laughter. This should come as little surprise considering he literally grew up with the Silver Wings, a traveling troupe of moderate renown across the Black Shroud. His parents, known in the troupe as the Luhenuet Duet, hadn’t planned on Fae coming along, but always regarded him affectionately as their little surprise.

Growing up with the Silver Wings hardly provided a traditional or stable environment for the child, but it was a place that provided him with more than enough love and exposed him to a great number of cultures and new ideas. Most importantly to Fae though, the various troupe members were always happy to help teach the ever curious lad new things. Be it juggling, archery, or even the basics of alchemy, Fae took to learning like a chocobo to running. And although the only skill that he truly mastered was the singing that he inherited from his parents, Fae has a rudimentary knowledge of a downright frightening number of things.

If things had gone differently, it would have been all too easy for Fae to spend his entire life with the Silver Wings. But when the Calamity all but tore the world apart, it became more and more difficult for him to stay. The troupe had emerged from the crisis largely unscathed, but as they traveled and Fae saw the damage that it had wrought firsthand, he realized that there were far too many things outside of the Black Shroud that could disappear from this world without him even realizing it. The thought proved to be too much for him to bear, so at the age of twenty the young man left the familiarity of the forest for the first time in his life.

In the four years since, Fae has miraculously managed to not get himself killed. After a rough start getting acquainted with traveling alone, the Elezean eventually made his way all the way down to Limsa Lominsa by the time he was twenty-three. The city state quickly proved to be worth the travel though, as boats brought in new people to keep him entertained. Before he knew it, Fae realized that a year had passed him by, making it by far his longest stay in any one location. Wanting to make up for lost time, he set his sights on Ul’dah and set out to find what other curious things awaited him there.

Other Information: Fae is a chronic hummer. And when he isn’t humming, he is almost certainly plucking away at his lute.

Final Fantasy XIV: Everdusk

Faelimont “Fae” Luhenuet

Fae

Birth Name: Faelimont Luhenuet

Nickname: Fae

Title: “of the Silver Wings”

Race: Elezen

Clan: Wildwood

Age: 24

Birthplace: Fae’s mother swears that she had him near Hawthorne Hut while his father is positive that they had been closer to Quarrymill. Regardless, home for Fae is wherever the Silver Wings are currently setting up shop.

Occupation: A traveling performer of sorts, Fae never hesitates to put his experience putting on shows to get some food on the table, although he is also known to moonlight as an apothecary should an opportunity present itself.

Class: Archer

Gender: Male

Deity: While not particularly the devout sort, Oschon is the one deity Fae feels any true connection with, as in his words the rest are far too stuffy for his taste.

Sexual Orientation: Bisexual

Appearance: With a baby face and a shorter than average height for an Elezean at 6’5”, Fae is commonly mistaken for being much younger than he truly is. He keeps his unruly, auburn hair mostly restrained in a ponytail and possesses a pair of rather striking blue eyes and rather thin lips that are almost perpetually quirked into a mischievous half grin. Some would say that he takes the starving artist joke a bit too seriously with his thin frame, but the truth is that years of practicing acrobatics and traveling by foot have given him a body comprised of almost entirely lean muscle and has done wonders for keeping his complexion nicely tanned.

Upon the left side of his neck lies a tattoo of his troupe’s titular silver wings, a mark that Fae wears with pride.

Personality:

Hider

Quick to smile and with an unshakable sense of wanderlust, Fae initially comes off as your typical minstrel, complete with a flair for the dramatic and near endless supply of self-confidence. But underneath his cordial nature and incessant attempts at being charming dwells an inquisitive mind that is always seeking new and more interesting things to keep itself amused. To be blunt, this facet of Fae’s personality is inherently a selfish and results in just about all of his decisions being linked back to this desire to constantly find the next object of his interest, be it a new subject, skill, or person.

That’s not to say that he’s a bad person by any stretch of the imagination though. Because even in spite of seeing some of the worse sides of humanity throughout his journey, Fae has maintained his optimistic view that there is good in everyone and experiences genuine joy when he manages to tease a smile out of someone. But at the same time, he’s also not an altruistic good samaritan as he was taught from a young age to never work for free, monetarily or otherwise. And consequently, Fae detests the idea of owing anybody and closes out all of his perceived debts as quickly as possible.

Biography:

Hider

From as far back as he can remember, Fae has always been surrounded by music and laughter. This should come as little surprise considering he literally grew up with the Silver Wings, a traveling troupe of moderate renown across the Black Shroud. His parents, known in the troupe as the Luhenuet Duet, hadn’t planned on Fae coming along, but always regarded him affectionately as their little surprise.

Growing up with the Silver Wings hardly provided a traditional or stable environment for the child, but it was a place that provided him with more than enough love and exposed him to a great number of cultures and new ideas. Most importantly to Fae though, the various troupe members were always happy to help teach the ever curious lad new things. Be it juggling, archery, or even the basics of alchemy, Fae took to learning like a chocobo to running. And although the only skill that he truly mastered was the singing that he inherited from his parents, Fae has a rudimentary knowledge of a downright frightening number of things.

If things had gone differently, it would have been all too easy for Fae to spend his entire life with the Silver Wings. But when the Calamity all but tore the world apart, it became more and more difficult for him to stay. The troupe had emerged from the crisis largely unscathed, but as they traveled and Fae saw the damage that it had wrought firsthand, he realized that there were far too many things outside of the Black Shroud that could disappear from this world without him even realizing it. The thought proved to be too much for him to bear, so at the age of twenty the young man left the familiarity of the forest for the first time in his life.

In the four years since, Fae has miraculously managed to not get himself killed. After a rough start getting acquainted with traveling alone, the Elezean eventually made his way all the way down to Limsa Lominsa by the time he was twenty-three. The city state quickly proved to be worth the travel though, as boats brought in new people to keep him entertained. Before he knew it, Fae realized that a year had passed him by, making it by far his longest stay in any one location. Wanting to make up for lost time, he set his sights on Ul’dah and set out to find what other curious things awaited him there.

Other Information: Fae is a chronic hummer. And when he isn’t humming, he is almost certainly plucking away at his lute.

Final Fantasy XIV: Everdusk

@Universorum
@Sarcelle Renard

Just in case you haven't seen it in the chat, you have until the 16th to submit a wip sheet. If you do not, you will be warned and given another extension. If you still don't, i'm going to have to boot you.

@Ambra

Aye aye, just got back yesterday so apologies for my absence. I'll have it up well before then.

ᴀ ғɪɴᴀʟ ғᴀɴᴛᴀsʏ xɪᴠ ʀᴘ

I'll be bringing a male Elezen (Wildwood) archer who dabbles in alchemy.

ᴀ ғɪɴᴀʟ ғᴀɴᴛᴀsʏ xɪᴠ ʀᴘ

@Ambra I could certainly use some more FFXIV in my life. I’m already playing a few ideas for a giraffe boi Elezen archer/lancer if you’ll have me.

The Folly of a Felicitous Prince [CLOSED]

I loved Adrian to pieces, so if you're getting the band back together you can definitely count me in!

Fate/akashic writhe [A High Casual adventure--Great for people new to the series!]

I can't wait to waffle with a character design for this!