Pasch Atol

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Pasch’s story really begins like so many others, when the Garleans attacked.The attack laid much of her home to waste, losing friends, family, loved ones.. All she knew was that the remaining family she had left? Her sister and her two half siblings needed to get out.. It took some time, longer than Pasch would have liked.. Longer than anyone would have living in a war zone. However war is profitable for some, and she heard of a merchant who came and supplied whoever paid best. Running out of options Pasch begged the merchant to take her and her siblings out of Dalmasca, to get them somewhere safe.. The man looked at her, the other woman and two children.. She’ll never forget this day, a day scorched into her memory when she was told his ship could hold only three.. Without even hesitating Pasch pushed her siblings forward.“Them. Take them.. Get them somewhere safe.”
Nothing is free.. Nothing ever is. All the money she had she needed her for her siblings so they could make a life away from this.. So she gave the last thing she had.. Herself.
The man only nodded, and said he’d call upon her debt one day.. She didn’t know where her siblings were going, really if she should even trust this man.. But desperate times, desperate situations.. It clouds the mind.Then.. Then Pasch was alone.. In a country at war, a losing one at that.. She couldn’t sit idly by and wait for a victor, wait to be killed, wait to be rescued.. She had to do SOMETHING.Finding one of the underground resistance groups that went by the name of Rubble Rats.. It was not easy going, this group was known for their guerrilla like tactics.. Pasch only knew a little of holding a bow but she was fast, her hearing invaluable, and best of all: a quick learner.
Between attacks she honed her skills with a bow and crossbow, carrying both for whatever situation was needed.. Her main role within the group was scout and recon..There was no good way of getting around the broken cities, avoid the imperial soldiers and getting the fuck away from the quickly if she ever was caught.. Pasch adopted the skill of free running, taking some of the most complicated routes and making them look easy.. Running between buildings and ruins, jumping over rooftops, swinging around broken beams for fast turns.
Her method was get there, get the information, get out. And DO NOT get caught. Being caught was death.. better letting them kill you rather than being forced to give up the location of your group. Because of that line of thinking Pasch tried working with different alarm systems, different scouting tactics.. setting up traps was useful but seeing an approaching unit before they saw here? That took some years, her plan being to find a young bird.. at first she thought a crow as she’d heard the birds were trainable, until she found out the hard way how badly these birds hold grudges.. While she admired these birds, they were not the quick, and not the well camouflaged creature she was looking for..Fate worked with her when she came across a young falcon, wing injured but not broken.. Pasch nursed the bird back to health, calling him Scrap for all the spare pieces of food he took when she wasn’t looking. She formed a special bond with Scrap and it wasn’t long before the two were training, learning to work together, learning to communicate.. and after all the kinks were worked out? Scrap was along for all of Pasch’s scout and recon missions. Saving her life more than just a handful of times.The resistance against the Garlean invaders was not turning in Dalmasca’s favor.. None of the resistance groups were unified, none really worked together in any capacity. While the Rubble Rats were a successful and well run group, they were still dependent on the core leadership and their hideout. It was a day just like any other.. The scouts were being sent out, the fighters were getting ready, the medics preparing the beds for the inevitable injured or sick.. All hell broke loose..
One scout wasn’t as careful when they returned back to their hideout in a fallen building, and the Garlean soldiers waited.. and struck before any of the watchmen could call out the warning.. As they had found the hideout the need for capturing more than a handful of the rebels didn’t matter.. Keep a few, find out if they know of other factions, kill the rest.Pasch was one of the lucky ones who escaped.. She didn’t, and doesn’t know how many of her group did that day, only that the Rubble Rats were snuffed out in one solid sweep.For nearly 12 years she’d been a part of the group, fighting and trying to push out the invading Garleans.. and in one afternoon, it was all taken away. Pasch and Scrap didn’t go and join a new resistance group, more and more seemed to be dropping like flies, the lack of coordination and teamwork between the other factions breaking any slim chance they had..
She lived alone with her falcon, never staying in one place for more than two nights, scavenging and hunting for food, laying down traps when she saw opportunities but otherwise just trying to hide and survive..
But.. Scrap? Scrap was an animal, a wild creature.. and though loyal to her, his age and the lack of food for the both of them, one day when Pasch awoke. Scrap was gone, and she wasn't surprised in the least.. Hurt, but she understood the abandonment.For two years she lived like that.. Until one day one of the last few leaders of a resistance group known as The Sunless approached her.. Said there was a man that they bought things off, a merchant who was wondering if Pasch was still alive..
Of course she knew who it was right away.. She never forgot about the debt she owed, although she didn’t expect it to take so long to be called upon. She didn’t question why the leader outed her, her location, her status of being.. He likely got something out of it.. Besides.. Pasch had a debt, one that went into willingly, and one she didn’t plan on getting out of.
Without resistance she went down the docks, the merchant looked at her. All he did was gesture to the ship, and she obliged.. No questions.. At least not yet.As they sailed across the sea the merchant explained how the debt would be paid.. That he needed a new worker, someone who he could trust.. Which only meant to her, ‘someone who was under his thumb’ aka… her. Pasch would be as his beck and call.. She’d do the work he assigned, and once the repayment was balanced she’d be free to leave..Now… she didn’t know how much she believed that. She asked about her siblings, where they were, if they were safe.. He didn’t tell her where they were.. Only that they were alive, and gave her proof of life by allowing her to listen to a linkpearl call hearing each sibling very confused though clearly them answering the call.. None were hurt, or in distress, more just wondering why they needed to answer the questions.
Satisfied. There were no other conditions.. She went with him across the world to Ul’dah. Where through the years she became what others seemed to call her, his dog.
She did what he asked.. And even if she’d bitch and snip about it she always got the jobs done.
Go get this.
Follow this person.
Bring this here.
This person owes this, this person owes that.
Threaten them, use force with that person.
Get this person there..Over and over it went, and it became clear through the years that the ‘merchant’ was way more than just that.. Some called him a ‘fixer’, some called him a ‘merchant’ and others called him a ‘logistics broker’.. She didn’t care what people called him, she was stuck with him all the same, stuck with doing his dirty work until the balance was even..Pasch didn’t fool herself, she didn’t think there actually was an out. That this was her new life, and she made the best of it.. Not plotting against, not trying to weasel her way out.. She just knew the more shit he had her do, the more she couldn't get out.It was nearly 14 years in the merchant’s servitude. 14 years where she did whatever was asked of her, where seemingly out of the blue he called her to his favorite meeting place, some small cafe of all things..
He set down a folder.. All the information and location of her siblings..
“Your debt is paid.” was all he said..
To Pasch this was like a slap in the face.. Of course she was relieved to know she was free but.. why now? Why did it take him so long to even call upon the debt, and why free her now? It didn’t make sense.. He had dirt on her, knew the blood on her hands.. Pasch decided then, best not be his enemy. She smiled pleasantly, expressed how she would miss him, his guidance and hoped they could work together again in the future. The Merchant even knew that was a ploy.. Letting the seed be planted, letting him know she didn’t think she was out from his grasp but would not work against him either. Because through it all, she didn’t hate him..Freedom was odd for Pasch.. She didn’t know what it looked like, didn’t know what to do.. Sure she had all the information to find her siblings but after so long would they even want to see her? Would the little ones even remember her?
She purchased a small apartment in Ul’dah, still not leaving.. Even still taking a few side jobs from the ‘merchant’. She needed the coin after all.. But she never truly left the Merchant, she was still his right hand, and the one she knew.. and as much as she hated it.. the one she trusted over anyone else.That’s what Pasch’s life became.. Taking odd jobs, traveling for the jobs, earning coin in fighting pits.. Doing the Merchants bidding.. Drinking, gambling.. Floating between jobs, wandering adrift in life.
It was a year before she decided enough was enough, she knew she was just avoiding the inevitable.. Just worried about how seeing her siblings would go after so long.
She packed up a bag, and got on the next ship to Kugane..
It was… definitely a strained first reunion.. It didn’t help that the news of her full sister Lucenna had died three years ago.. Murdered..
She learned about the lives of the twin half siblings.. Learned how with the coin they inherited from Lucenna, Vel opened a tea house.. Viscian.. didn’t want to talk to Pasch, didn’t even want to look at her.. He was pissed at her for sending them off, leaving them like that.. He didn’t want her to know anything about them. Needless to say, this became a fight.. And when Pasch left again, leaving them with her linkpearl and promises that she’d be visiting them frequently in hopes to get to know each other better and rebuild what was left of their family, there was no lie in her voice.. Something that does matter to her, and does hope they can be a family once again.For now though? For now, Pasch just does what she’d been doing since she left Dalmasca..
Jobs. Fighting. Gambling. Rest. Repeat.
Going from one thing to the next with no real plan other than her visits back and forth from Kugane.

Dove came from a long line of glamour mages in Corvos. Their magic, while on the surface seems simple, yes? Casting glamors, simple illusions.. But her family was a little different.. Her family always said that their prowess in the art of illusions wasn’t fully just by discipline and blood. Back when the ancient King of Corvos conquered the fairies and captured the Fairy Queen bidding her weave her magic into whatever objects he desired. The family had been helping the fairies, helping them elude the King and capture, their family bound to fae promises of keeping some of the last remaining tribes of the fairies safe.. As a reward and gift for what the family had done in their aid, they granted them a touch of their magic. That is, if one believes the stories passed down through the generations within the family.
For Dove? She didn’t know if she believed the family legend.. Is she a gifted glamour mage? Yes. Yes, she absolutely is. Able to project her illusions outwardly around her, but also change her entire appearance into a completely different looking person. But that didn’t really start benefiting her until well after her family fled from Locus Amoenus (Corvos).Their magic kept them well hidden for many years amongst the Garlean Empire, but Dove’s parents knew their luck would eventually run out.. So when she was able to hold a glamourer over herself for an extended period of time, they boarded a ship and made way to Kugane.
There they lived a fairly normal life for transplants.. They still practiced their magic, learned the skills of the land and her parents found respectable jobs.. Her mother became a seamstress and her father worked at a district school teaching history..
But Dove seemed unsatisfied with normalcy.. And once she moved out she took a less respectable career route.. She knew what she could do was invaluable, and she didn’t want to just be Dove, she could be anyone, trick anyone.. Steal and get away with it.That’s how it started, just a small time pickpocketer.. A little thief amongst the streets of Kugane. Until someone took notice, and not just anyone.. A Shateigashira within one of the Yukuza families.. He offered her something more than just money and power, but a place where she could use and hone her skills to perfection.
She could finally be anyone.
And with being anyone.. She didn’t have to be Dove, she didn’t have to be a Xaela.. So when she joined she did so as an unassuming looking Midlander woman, going by the name of Lettie. But some things always sound better than what the reality of it is.. Because of her magic of illusion and deception.. Dove quickly ran up the ranks, in information gathering, reconnaissance, and eventually assassin work… All without anyone knowing her real form. Or even her true name..Another sect took notice as well.. One higher up with more power than her current Yakuza family.. And it was the head of that family who came for her personally, offering a position at his side with even more opportunity than her current position could give her..Once again.. She accepted..This Yakuza family though, this leader had other things in mind for her.. Yes she was still doing her previous work.. The leader here, a man by the name of Kazuo, accepted that Dove wouldn’t hand over her name, although very displeased by it. Dove gave him the choice, he keeps her, describes what he wants her to go by, and then they pick a befitting name. She didn’t love being told what to do when it came to her glamours but she also didn’t wish to endanger her family by giving up her name.. Kazuo liked this idea, liked the control and leverage it gave him.. He described his desire to have a rarity, a creature of beauty, of feathers and death..Kuhora would be her name. With the name, she created her illusions.. Created the glamour that made her a raven colored woman with winged ears and a long feathery tail. And she was always at Kazuo’s side if she wasn’t on some job.
Where the last leader didn’t expect anything more of Dove’s magic than just what was seen, he didn’t press to know further.. But Kazuo did, and he learned that with all her deceptive magic there was one thing she could do where her magic could not lie.. And it was sealed with a kiss. If she decided when she kissed someone, she could show them the events and experiences that had taken place that she was present for (up to 24 hours).. Like a memory being implanted into someone's mind.. She could not alter any aspect of it, it was the one way she could not lie.
A balance of her magic, that no one one was none the wiser of up until then. There were some benefits for this getting out, at least one.. Kazuo wanted her to expand her knowledge in the arcane, wanting her to be able to detect when things were tampered with.. Hiring private tutors and teachers.. While she didn’t excel at this the way she does with her illusions, it was still a valuable skill to have, even if it took far more concentration..The other plus? No one knew what Dove really was.. Only Kazuo saw her Xaela body, but that was only once, an accident when she thought she was alone, but he thought she was experimenting with a different glamour, and it found it… Unremarkable, he didn’t wish to see it again... He kept her in the feathered glamour, or whatever arm candy suited his needs for events or jobs she was sent out on.
On Dove’s last job, it wasn’t one based in Kugane.. Kazuo was sending her to Sharlayan, there was a mark there were connections he needed care of, things that needed to be checked in upon.. As well as some old Hingan scrolls in a restricted section of the archives that he felt didn’t belong there.Ever the dutiful.. She did what she was told.
Papers were forged, documents were altered, and with very little issue she was hired by the school as an archivist.. Entry level.. But one had to start somewhere..
Dove knew this assignment would take time, she was a patient woman.. She for once donned her own form, and with diligent work she slowly started to gain more and more access into spaces that not others were allowed into.Time though, it seems.. Had made the mind drift and wander.
Did she really want to keep doing this with the Yakuza?
Did she really want to live her life as a weapon of lies and death?
Did she want to always be someone other than herself?
Did she even know who she was anymore?
More and more questions that kept pouring into her mind each and every day.. But there was one that rang louder than the others: How would she get out?Once in the family.. You were IN the family.. Leaving wasn’t an easy thing to do..
At least she had time.. While it could only last so long she knew there had to be a way out.. And that out, seemed to find her.. An odd Viera who she’d seen around the libraries before, she usually was always making some sort of ticking or clicking noise..
Dove learned that the Viera’s name was Zavi..
Zavi.. Was annoying, persistent, and seemed to enjoy spending her free time bothering Dove when she worked and even during her off hours.. Many times Dove tried to shove her off, be rude and distant but this only made the Viera more interested. Slowly, before Dove even knew what was happening, she and Zavi became friends.“Would you come with me? When I leave here..” Zavi asked her one day.. Dove had been long overdue in retrieving the scrolls she was here for, and even longer with checking in.. The question was ridiculous..
“And do what?” They hardly knew anything about each other’s pasts, what their goals were for the futures.. However it seemed Zavi had a plan for this as well, she wanted to find more tomes, lost tomes on different topics of clockwork, engineering, and machinery.. And with Dove’s work in the archives clearly she’d know where to start looking.. Nothing that actually interested Dove but it was something of a plan, a terrible one, one with no contingencies, no real destinations, but she was running out of time to make one for herself.Finally, the Xaela agreed. For a while they traveled.. Hitting roadblock after roadblock.. Access was not an easy thing to come by when one didn’t have connections, and Zavi was slowly learning that Dove wasn’t really a seasoned archivist WITH connections.. While Dove had some, she was now currently wanted by the Yakuza, she couldn’t pull any of her strings and just make things happen like she used to..The truth didn’t fully come out.. only pieces being put together in a puzzle.But plans seemed to be in motion, Zavi claimed to have another idea! The idea was a business, one that operates as a middleman for missions and work, posting jobs from outside sources, whether legal or illegal.. Enough that it could make connections and open the doors that Zavi so desperately needed opened to continue her own work, and she wanted Dove to be the bookkeeper.So that’s where she is now.. Getting The Aurum Consortia started, keeping tabs on who joins, the jobs coming in, and the people who are sending them.. Taking up the name of Dove..
All while keeping under the radar from those who are tracking her down for abandoning her Yakuza family.

Dru Everly

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Dru's beginnings were... A confusing one to say the least.. The first thing this green Miqo'te remembers is waking up soaking wet, surrounded by strange looking creatures. Those creatures were Goblins, and they found a child no older than ten years of age floating in the waters of the Quickspill Delta of the Hinterlands.
Confused, frightened and cold, the Goblins took her into Idyllshire before those of the Illuminati found this child... After some much needed rest, warm clothes and hot food it appeared that the Miqo'te knew nothing. Not where she was from, how she came to get the remote lands, not even her own name.. Not sure what to do, they looked to the one who found her, and she along with a few others said they would take in the child and raise her... Using the mentality that it takes a village to use a child they would all pitch in and help, but she needed a name! For reasons that she never understood, her name became Dru Everly. Dru questioned this as she got older. "Why didn't I get a name like the others?" They wanted her to fit in when she eventually decided to live amongst others like her own kind..As she aged she learned from them, and took very quickly to building, engineering, and tinkering. Most of her time was spent within the workshop buildings, and was known to stay up all night working on whatever invention had claimed her mind.. Dru would and still will hyperfixate on whatever idea she has until it's seen through to fruition.
Even though she wasn't a Goblin, a fact that also bothered her for a while to the point that she created a goblin-like hat (that she only recently stopped wearing.) Those who taught her were always impressed with how eager she was to learn hand on. It wasn't like she was born some engineering prodigy, no Dru worked her ass off.. and hard work and determination showed. Even some of the Goblins who were not as keen as keeping and raising the Miqo'te had to respect her work.
The years went on Dru was slowly introduced to... not Goblins. Of course she was curious about them, even if they smelled funny. Those who traveled through the Hinterlands and Idyllshire she learned from, even picking up on some of the card and dice games the adventurers would play in their downtime.. Learning these quickly became Dru's favorite. One of these times, be it fate, be a coincidence, whatever one wants to call it was a scholar of Sharlayan.. And they seemed to be just as curious of Dru as she was of them, and before they left to return they offered her what most people probably only dreamed of.. a scholarship to the prestigious schools.And thus began a very new journey for the Miqo'te who was raised by Goblins..
Dru traveled with the scholar back to Sharlayan and the stops on the way they explained to her what all was going to be so very new to her, what she'd be learning.. And.... started the process of fixing her speech pattern. She was given boarding and a work study job for her to earn money to sustain herself in a field she knew all too well.. Repairing machinery and weapons.
At first Dru, like before, excelled! Really enjoying the hands on learning classes she was praised for her work on magitek prosthetics... What she didn't excel in or even attend were the classes that were 'meaningless' to her.. History, arts, language, why did she care? She only came for the reason of getting to the classes and topics she enjoyed.. So... Instead of attending these classes, she started gambling with the others who attended the schools there. Fed up with Sharlayan, it's rules and it's schools she dropped out.. And will tell anyone who asks that she learned more with the Goblins than there. It was Dru's plan to return home to Idyllshire.. That didn't go as planned.Dru ended up in Ul'dah, probably the very last place this Miqo'te should have been exposed to. She took the occasional odd job here and there, selling whatever sort of things she could that she made through her tinkering. In truth she was hardly making ends meet.. What made matters worse? Dru learned about the Gold Saucer, gambling away a lot of whatever she did earn..
Those who she sold to started to ask for more questionable weapons.. Dru the ever trusting just agreed, not asking why anyone would need such things or even thinking about the moral implications. Gil was gil and making them was a challenge, one she welcomed.. The more she became known for making these, well... the more she became known for it.. Not a thing one wants to be known for. A few different times Dru had ended up in gaol.. She made bail only once of the three times, after that? She left Ul'dah.. Left with more than a few outstanding gambling debts.Nowadays Dru has a place in Limsa.. She is still pretty much a Freelancer and taking odd jobs, and unfortunately 'forced' to be a workaholic to deal with some of her debts that she has already accrued... It also seems that Dru has not learned any sort of lesson when it comes to getting out of gaol, she still will make questionable weapons, and very much enjoys things that go boom. There hasn't seemed to be a moment that Dru thinks about what her life was before the Goblins, she enjoys the life she has and that's what matters to her.

Zavi Vashir

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Rihna Vasuki

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Shy

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Jasper

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Meeka Sands

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Meeka’s story started not so unlike others in cities.. Especially Ul’dah. She was bastard born, completely abandoned.. She didn’t know who her mother was, or her father.. If either were like plenty of others in the sands, pleasure for gil or vice versa. Or.. If her parents met some tragic end, one of both.. Or… she was just unwanted.
The latter, as pessimistic as it sounded, seemed the most likely.. She was born small, sickly.. A runt. Even now as an adult she barely was taller than the shortest Au Ra she’d met.. And the malnourishment of living on the street seemed to have never filled out. Weakness was all she grew to see her smallness as.. For a long time at least.
She was the city's problem as a child.. Like the other orphans it was the city’s job to take care of them. It wasn’t a kind time back then, or hell even now, and just like many of the other children back then she didn’t stick around long and lived on the streets around the age of 10.. Learning through observation, observations she realized she could always recall back on.. that what she saw.. She always remembered. A skill she learned through the years would be useful, and people would pay gil for. Gil meant food, and any extra if she was able to treat herself were puzzles or strategy books, which was how she learned to read.Years went on and the girl became a young woman, an adult.. Still small, still fighting to survive. Her memory wasn’t becoming enough for these odd jobs.. And on one fateful horrid day she learned what true weakness and helplessness was like.. Attacked, robbed, left near for dead. Never again.. Never fucking again raged through her mind, her bones, as she crawled no.. dragged herself back to her hidden slice of safety she had found in this city.
It took time of course, for her wounds to heal, but once they did.. Whatever gil she had scraped by, gil she was saving in hopes to start a new life.. A precious dream, a dream that would have to wait. A dream that would have to wait until her fangs were like steel.. Like the steel of two new blades that she bought.. One long, one short.. Did she know how to use them? No.. But she stalked above the buildings traveling to where she knew those trained and watched.. Remembering what she saw.. Every strike, every falter, every step and move of their arms. She remembered and she practiced, practiced every day and sometimes through the nights. Until she started practicing by hunting beasts.. There she learned exactly what she needed to hone as she’d limp back bloodied, but still alive.
Eventually.. Her confidence grew, so did the pangs of hunger of training hard and not taking as many jobs, so she started more kinds of jobs.. Ones that were far more dangerous than just using her mind. These jobs paid more.. Though more often than not however she sees these jobs as a means to an end, a way to survive in this world of harsh struggle, and everyone wanting to make a name for themselves without looking at anything beyond their own bubbles. But, gil was gil..
These jobs took her not away from Thanalan.. Just throughout it.. Exposing her to the lowest of low lives she’d ever met.. In the short time she would at least. She’d slay beasts that she was always certain she’d never walk away from, and each time she did? It seemed like a true miracle.. She would be exposed to people who used, or as they called it ‘controlled’ voidsent.. Sounded like bullshit and not paying her enough so she discontinued that work though, it’d be a lie if she said it didn’t make her curious.This is Meeka.. She struggles to survive, taking any job that she can. It isn’t glamorous.. It’s actually more ugly.. But hey.. That’s life right?Details have been withheld due to triggers. Her story is very dark.

Npc/Others

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THESE ARE CHARACTERS I STILL VERY MUCH LOVE!
I don't RP with them as much, but that doesn't mean I don't want to!_{Some have RPhubs some do not.}

VEL ATOL
- Albino.. Really can't see well. Sensitive to light.
- Doesn't do well with others personal space.. Can be touchy (in a not creepy way.. she just can't see well)
- Owns a neutral ground tea house.
- Calm. Quiet. Observant.

NOMIN KHA
- Tumet turned Kha.
- Recently left the Steppe.
- Curious about everything.. Asks a tone of questions.
- Knows little common.

THAE ASTERIUS
- Half Garlean / Half Elezen.
- Blind with aethersight. (this doesn't mean she can see everything or even a lot.. She really is basically blind)
- Excultist, basically brainwashed/tempered by Sophia followers.
- Odd.

LENA SCARLETTE
- Disgraced Sharlayan Scholar.
- Has no self confidence.
- Shut in..

CAMILLA ESTRADA
- A ball of absolute sunshine and optimism.
- Co Owner of a circus. Performs aerial acrobatics
- Was broke.. Then rich.. Now broke again. Still acts like she's rich..
- Veeeery flirty.

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Hello!

Thank you for taking the time to look at my carrd! I go by Swibbs, and I very much enjoy RPing as you could probably tell with all the characters I have. While it might seem overwhelming I do dedicate quite a bit of time to each and see that they are completed as I also just enjoy the story and content of FFXIV.I believe communication is important in all fronts with RP to ensure that both are happy with the outcome.. and while I prefer in game RP, I will on occasion do discord for ease of scheduling.IRL always comes first and foremost, and will understand that. If for whatever reason the RP is not something you are enjoying or would like a different route this is again where communication comes to play, if nothing can be reached and either decides to drop or walk away from the RP it is understandable. While some of my OCs may be assholes I try not to be so please just reach out is something is bothering you.

About me

I am in my thirties, happily married with dogs and a kiddo. Any sort of IC romance or relationship will be staying IC only, I will not budge on this, I'm all for being friends but the line won't move from there.Boundaries are to be respected. Period.While I work part time, my job is very restrictive to being able to respond in timely manners within my shift. I do my best but I get busy.There may just be some days where I'm exhausted or drained and would rather chill than do RP.I love designing houses and apartments in game.I doodle sometimes and make emotes.