Lynn Aritath

The Basics ––– 

Age: 25(Physically older, but in appearance and mental maturity around this age)

Birthday: 25th Sun of the First Astral Moon: January 25th

Race: Dragon(In the Shape of an Au Ra/Raen)

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Pansexual

Server: Malboro-Diabolos

Physical Appearance ––– 

Eyes: Storm Gray with White Limbal Rings

Height: 5'0

Build: Lithe, Toned, Agile, Small chested

Distinguishing Marks: Light freckles across her cheeks and face that are paler than her skin.

Common Accessories: Earrings and small bits of other jewelry picked out to match her current outfit.

Personal ––– 

Profession: Adventurer(Warrior of Light), Swordswoman

Hobbies: Adventuring, discovering new places, collecting named weapons, eating good food, having a good fight, dancing, and collecting cute stuffed animals from different cultures.

Languages: Eorzean, Hingan, Dravanian

Residence: A small home in Shriogane across from the hot springs, she cares for her plants here as part of her meditation when she unwinds during the evenings. Filled with portraits of her friends, maps, and other paintings of places she’s been.

Birthplace: Not on this star.

Religion: Claims Halone, The Fury. Not nearly as dogmatic as Halone’s Ishgardian patrons

Patron Deity: Halone

Fears: Being Forgotten, Letting her friends down, Losing her friends, Losing her freedom.

Relationships ––– 

Parents: Unknown

Siblings: None

Pets: Her Chocobo Airi, and a little fox kit named Aya after the little stuffed fox that she had before adopting the kit.

Traits ––– 

Extroverted / In Between / Introverted

Disorganized / In Between / Organized

Close Minded / In Between / Open Minded

Calm / In Between / Anxious

Disagreeable / In Between / Agreeable

Cautious / In Between / Reckless

Patient / In Between /  Impatient

Outspoken / In Between / Reserved

Leader / In Between / Follower

Empathetic / In Between / Apathetic

Optimistic / In Between / Pessimistic

Traditional / In Between / Modern

Hard-working / In Between / Lazy

Cultured / In Between / Uncultured

Loyal / In Between / Disloyal

Faithful / In Between / Unfaithful

Additional information ––– 

Smoking Habit: No Drugs: None Alcohol: Rarely, mostly at formal events where it’s required, is highly suspect of any offered to her freely after the events of the Crystal Braves betrayal.

RP Hooks ––– 

Duels/Sparring: As an new kendo instructor in Kugane, she will often receive challenges for direct swordplay, but she’s not above a brawl either.

Draconic Ancestry: Lynn may not be from this star, but there are always those who do not understand those who are different. If you have interest in dragons, or are a researcher observing them, you may come across her in Dravania.

The Thousand Stalls: Honestly, this could be anything meal related, but since the Restoration in Doma, Lynn often frequents this spot for her meals. You will find her often eating far more than someone her size should be able.

Kugane: Lynn has a House in Shirogane, and when she’s not out adventuring or finding time for a meal, you’ll find her near her home. She formerly helped with the Sekiseigumi, maybe you know her from there?

Not From Around Here: As someone from a distant star, there are things about her that are different. From her aetheric signature, to the levin that shines from her eyes, she attracts a crowd.

Fellow Adventurers! Lynn is definitely in want of more friends, If you know of a good place to explore, she’d be happy to join you. 

Fellow Scions/Canon Characters: I would be happy to roleplay with other canon characters from FFXIV. If you would like to shoot me a message I can definitely give a description of how she feels about any NPC she’s interacted with.

Contact Information  ––– 

I RP through Discord mostly, if you’re interested, feel free to reach out through my ask box or dms, and I’ll happily share information with you.

The latest art of Lynn, Courtesy of Aleriia_V linked to the Twitter above. Truly lovely work.

Part of @ladyramora 's FFXIV Prompt List Part 7

It was a rare day indeed where both Aya and Ramora were both out and about. Each of them having their own things to do. Ramora helping Luquelot with a Fashion Event that she had promised to model for and attend that she'd be at all day, and Aya performing her duties for Inari off-world. It was a rare moment in time that she would be able to spend time with her beloved knights. Ger might be retired, and Haurchefant without a post, but he deserved the peaceful life he currently found himself in. 

Haurchefant's room was much smaller than the large room that had been made from Aya and Ger's, and he had recently given that pair time to themselves considering Aya's soon to be absence. The Fae Fox had wanted to monopolize Ger before leaving for the next half-moon.

Lynn did not knock, for she could hear Haurchefant snoring. The man slept soundly now each night, no worry for war, nor his post in Camp Dragonhead. Slowly she slipped inside, planning originally to cuddle up and nap after her early morning routine. Still Lynn had not even managed to close the door before it was held open by their Fire-Maned Knight. Ger held up a finger to her lips, gesturing for Lynn to remain quiet. She motioned for the dragoness to step back out in the hallway. It seemed she had something to say. So Lynn stepped out so the door could be very carefully closed. 

Once closed before the knight could speak, the dragoness interrupted her thoughts by pressing a kiss to her lips. Fairly chaste, all things considered, but Ger was still adjusting to having 3 people who would do so with any given opportunity. Still, the knight was famously poker faced, even if one could notice her ears showing a shade closer to her hair color. Upon second glance, Lynn noticed the ear clasps that she had made from her shed scales. A gift that shared a bit of Lynn's senses with her partners. Ger could likely tell what Lynn had planned to do based on the feelings shared from their connection. It gave Lynn a sense of warmth and pride that the knight might wear them. Perhaps she had wished to do something with Lynn on her own, before Haurchefant woke. 

The Knight and Samurai both were quite active in the morning, years of early exercise demanding they keep their bodies honed. Haurchefant too was this way, but since his return he had needed much more time to recover from his ordeals. Aya had explained that it may be several months before he was as he was before the events of the Vault. Though she had also warned that he might build habits in this time, and end up sleeping in more oft than he should.

It had been decided that he would be woken up an hour or two after sunrise if he had not already done so. After that they'd make their way around the city, the new construction adding a bit more to their path as they passed through the new residential district. Still, the two women had at least another hour before the sun would rise. 

The two made their way to the practice room, it had been their haven since reuniting. A way where they could tell the lessons they had learned by crossing blades. A way for them to understand more of what the other felt, what they went through. It was healthy competition and it kept them healthy and honed in these few short moons of peace. They could feel each other's emotions through the clasps, they could see each other's movements in the Echo. Honestly it was more a ritualistic dance that ended only when they both wished it to. 

After finishing their dance of swords, the two women sat for a small while, speaking of what plans they might have for the day, after all, today was time made for them to share as a group. Still, it was about time to wake their sleeping love, they had a morning walk of the city to do before their morning bath and breaking their fast. 

The two make their way back to Haurchefant's room, and knock this time to announce their presence. Ger was ever proper about such things. It was only polite to enter a room after being invited after all. Even if the man in question gave them an open invitation. That was Lynn's argument anyway. 

It wasn't long before a groggy voice could be heard from the other side. "Come in, Ger." It seemed no matter how many years passed, he knew her knock vs any others. What a bond. Since childhood. Something that Lynn could only still feel a bit jealous of. Though, to be fair, it was better that they had met her as adults, as Lynn now knew she was much older than they were. Even if, maturity-wise, they were similar in situation. Dragons aged very slowly compared to the other races after all. 

He was still groggy, but his sleepy smile was so cute, she'd lean down to kiss him good morning too if she didn't worry about him running into her crowning horns. He had a couple scratches on his handsome face from doing so already. Seeing Lynn's face, Ger shakes her head with a small sigh. The fire-maned knight leans down and presses a kiss to the Elezen's brow. "That was for Lynn." She says, before pausing and kissing his brow again. "That one is from me, Good morning my lord." 

The Ger from before would have never done something as bold as that, but spending time with Aya certainly inspired her to be more bold in her affections. The dragoness smiled as the man processed exactly what had just happened. Since his return he had nearly been living a dream life. Surrounded by those he loved, a family who actually fully cared about him. His loss having inspired new understanding in those who had once never even tried. Even his own father did not have the relationship he had wished to. 

One of the first things Count Edmont, well, through his son, the now Count Artoriel had done was grant Haurchefant the Fortemps family name. It was something that they agreed should have happened long ago. Haurchefant had always held the best merits of their house, and he was more than worthy of it in deed and blood both. 

Once he had shaken off the initial grog and dressed himself in his jogging attire, the three would make their way around the city in a middling pace, stopping a few times to ensure Haurchefant could rest in-between stints at certain distances. To take their determined path around the city was a distance of around ten malms. It would be longer if they went through all the lower city, but it was still a good distance for him to re-acclimate. His initial distance for running between Camp Dragonhead and Ishgard proper was nearly twice that. A march in the early morning that often took two bells or more. Still, it was proper conditioning. Their current path took about a bell and a half, so much more reasonably paced for him.

Upon their return it was time for a mutual bath, and whilst often things might turn towards lewder thoughts, this days affections were gentle. Mutual skinship. Taking great care to clean each other, washing hair, massaging their scalps, tending to Lynn’s scales. Another near bell spent on that as they spent their time leisurely, at least until their stomachs complained about needing to break their night’s long fast. At which point they would take care of dressing each other, lingering in the warmth of their mutual touch, and the light scents from the soaps of the bath. 

Part of @ladyramora's FFXIV Prompt List pt 6

The dragoness really did not enjoy the ceaseless fighting amongst the tribes of men, and the tribes of beasts. The distinction had never made much sense to her. The “beast” tribes were fully sapient species, capable of speech, capable of intellect. Sometimes showing more intellect than those she often found herself assisting in different places. Dragons were not a beast tribe only because they had no modern primal to summon, Lynn was certain that if they too were to do such a thing, they would be relegated as “Beasts” in the eyes of the mortal races. What hubris….

Lynn furthermore did not like being forced to agree with Gaius Van Baelsar of all people. The “Twelve” of Eorzea’s Blessed Number had been summoned in much the same way as the gods of the “Beasts” each and every one draining the land of its blessings and its aether. 

There were some Primals she did have an affinity with. Ravana; the four armed swordsman, Susanoo; The Kami of Storms and Revelry, and Shinryuu; A Dragon of Storms like herself. All three of these beings had been linked strongly to a bout of one on one combat. Then again, Shinryuu had been possessed by the Crown Prince of Garlemald. That man had been possessed with a fierce desire to find an equal. Something he had found in the Warriors of Light. A match that he could fight time and again, a voice that could echo his, a passion he could meet. Perhaps he would be satisfied knowing that they’d await his challenge, always.

She only had trouble with one of the beast tribes. The Furry Little Moogles of Moghome. Those little furry shites that ask her to move the very moon in the heavens for any kind of help. Fortunately, she rarely interacted with them. Ramora more often did. Still, they were cute, that was their one saving grace. Lynn for all her fierce exterior did still like soft and cute things. She just often had to remember that they spoke without thinking of the consequences for their words or actions. This being because they rarely interacted with other races. Lynn had a temper these days, something that the way the Moogles acted could actually bring to force. That and people who would ask her to go “Fetch” something for them. The audacity of some of these people.

Part of @ladyramora's FFXIV Prompt List pt 5

It was fortunate for the so-called Crystal Exarch that Lynn was more preoccupied with reuniting with her comrades than she was angry with him for teleporting them all to the first without their physical bodies. Forbidden magic should not be used so lightly. Still, Ramora seemed to know him, believing him to be a person worthy of their trust. So for now…. For now she would focus on reuniting their group. The twins were on opposite sides of the landmass not taken over by the Flood of Light. She could feel them now that she resided on the same reflection they did, Alisaie seemed to be under a little more stress, so she decided to look for her first. Ramora could take care of Alphinaud. They had a better relationship than Lynn and he did anyhow. They had adventured through Dravania, The Sea of Clouds, and Azyz La after the events of the Vault.

The Amaro had scarcely landed upon the Sands of Ahm Areng before Lynn could pinpoint where her Elezen companion had been. She would give chase immediately. She had been robbed from Lynn on the battlefield. After Lynn had promised they’d be together, that Lynn would protect her. She did not like being made a liar by the actions of others. She could feel her, by a monument further south. The sand could dull her vision, but not her hoarding sense. She was engaged in hunting, or perhaps combat. It seemed she was stalking some kind of prey. If the dragoness hurried, she could be helpful.

She ran, the levin of her storm starting to flow across her horns and back towards her scales as she raced forth. Sand was made of fine particulates and could be charged in such a way that it would not linger in her face. She’d still need to polish her scales after her next bath. 

Soon enough she raced past a small town, Mord Souq it was called. It seemed decently populated for a smaller settlement. A place of trade based on the myriad voices that carried upon the wind. Still, Alisaie was further south. Naught else mattered until she took care of her. She was a skilled fighter, Lynn knew, and still currently safe, but things could change in short order on a battlefield. This whole world was a battlefield. 

Lynn could hear the wingbeats of an approaching monster, and without any further warning did she cut the foul creature in half with iaijutsu.There were many such creatures approaching. A flock? Did Sin Eaters flock together? That did not bode well. Better for this dragoness to chase the entire pack of them away. The common man could be turned into a Sin Eater, and that was not a risk worth taking. 

She continued ahead, following the sound of the pack, they seemed to be headed in the direction of her companion. There was a larger one, further ahead. She needed to hurry. The winds pushed away from her as she focused her aether ahead and above. The lightning would strike those flying before those on the ground. Sure enough, a crack of thunder after a brilliant flash, and several more of those abominations would fall to the ground dead. 

Was Alisaie coming her way? Did her instinct let her know help had arrived? Yes, it seemed that she was coming closer, carrying a child, and chased by something that looked like an angel, or perhaps like the Guardians of Amdapor. A larger Sin Eater, more powerful. She could feel the focused light. Like looking upon a fire. There was a mix of feelings, panic, worry, sudden loss, pain, relief? There was too much in a moment. There would be time enough to speak soon. So she drew her second blade in tandem with her first. “Inazuma Ryu, Nitoryu Iai, Hissastsu: Senei!” Lynn calls upon the technique to cut the still flying creature and its weapon in one fell swoop.” Upon re-sheathing her blades she stops, turning back to face the Elezen woman she had passed. She was safe, unharmed in body, if hurting in spirit. 

It took only a few more minutes before the pair made it back to the Inn at Journey’s Head. Lynn sat herself upon a far bench, for reaching for a flash of water, to help calm and cool herself from the desert heat. Soon enough her companion found her again. Lynn offered her a soft smile, and the pair shared a hug. It was something warm for Lynn’s favorite Scion, not that she’d ever tell the others. Even if they all likely knew. 

Lynn would sit, and hear Alisaie’s story, the story of Tesleen, who Lynn never got to meet. Lynn was too late to meet her. Only a few minutes difference. But it's different enough. Enough to save Alisaie, and the boy Halric she protected. Still, not enough to save Alisaie’s friend, the one she had told so much about Lynn to. 

Part of @ladyramora 's FFXIV Prompt List Part 4.

As Warrior of Light, Lynn was known for three things, her ferocity in battle, her careful consideration for children, and her intense dislike of fetch quests. Lynn often did help villages, towns, and city-states alike against terrible beasts or roaming primals, but she did not like being asked favors as if they were owed. There were few that Lynn considered herself truly indebted to. Especially as Lynn believed in paying one's debts twofold. 

Lynn felt indebted to the Fortemps family, in ways she would never be able to repay, but she had learned that the feeling was mutual. Still, she would do any favor that family asked with no question. Not that they ever did ask her. 

Lynn felt indebted to a certain Fae Fox that had performed a miracle. One that the fox had done in service to someone the dragoness loved. As a gift to that person. A second unpayable debt. Still one that the fox would never acknowledge as it was a gift given to another.

Lynn felt indebted to another who shared her title, not that this feeling was quite the same. Still, this other warrior was the dragoness's most prized treasure. A person who knew truly the struggles that she faced each and every day. A proud and beautiful woman that had undertaken a journey with her, and one who stood by her side when no other could. 

Lynn felt indebted to a Fire-Maned Knight, who had shown her a strength and kindness that she only hoped showed in the way Lynn tried to inspire others. Their love had been Lynn's first, alongside the Lord they both still had feelings for. She had such inner strength, and Lynn would not be who she was now without the inspiration she had from this woman. 

Lynn owed her last debt to a man with much more passion than common sense. The subject of the miracle, but also a reckless fool that did not think about his own life so long that he could lay it down for those he cared for. Still, he had saved her life, knowing it would mean leaving both her and the fire-maned knight behind. The rage and pain she felt at the pain of his loss shed the illusion and brought forward a true self. Still, he was also someone she loved. 

For these people and these alone would the dragoness abandon her principles, she would save them over the world itself if necessary. 

Still she fought so that would never become necessary. She had comrades she now trusted, friends she could believe in, and loves that would fight alongside her if need be. 

These were the thoughts that came to her mind when this haughty woman asked her to cross the world itself for wine. Not to mention a wine known for its great expense. 

Part of @ladyramora's FFXIV Prompt List Part 3

Lynn sat seiza atop at the center of the stone dias at the edge of The Last Vigil. This spot was perfect to see the city of Ishgard beneath her. It was fine as a place of meditation and reflection, as few would take the time to disturb her here. The nobles were too busy with their own movements, and those of House Fortemps knew this was a place of reflection for the dragoness.

She rarely found herself in Ishgard, as to say her relationship was complicated with the city-state was far too simple. They had been very hostile to her when she had first arrived, and even more so when she had returned in the manner she had. Not that this was everyone within the stone walls, but the culture was hostile towards dragons even now. It was not so easy for a culture to move past a war that had waged nigh on a thousand years. A war only recently ended, a peace that was still fragile. 

This city contained much of her pain, many of her regrets were born here as well. She had taken refuge in this city after the events of the Bloody Banquet; someone dear to her had pleaded with his family to give her refuge. Even granted access, she had been constantly watched by many different parties, despite the aid she had already rendered to Ishgard. Fighting and defeating Shiva, aiding on the Steps of Faith and stopping the massive dragon Vishap from breaking into the city proper. These were insufficient at first to show her true nature.

Eventually she had been arrested for aiding others, healing people deemed unworthy, protecting those whom the law abused. However, she too claimed Halone as her patron. She could demand a trial by combat, such was her right. She had fought her way out, her magic enough to defeat her accusers. Still, she learned much during her time in Ishgard. It had been her initial goal to help the people of the Brume that had led her to learn some of the skills of the Dark Knights. That crystal that had since broken had brought forward her own desire for self-preservation. Self-Care was a fairly new concept to the dragoness, who ever gave herself for others. Such things were only expected of the Warrior of Light.

She stood, and took six steps towards the end of the stone dias, and found herself looking into her own eyes. She could never quite get used to the feeling of her Esteem taking form. It was a part of herself that desired more self-satisfaction than she allowed herself to have. Despite her waist carrying the twin eastern blades she was accustomed to most using, her doppelganger made use of a claymore with a dark purple aura and red stitched lettering down its fuller. The twelve paces separated them. Was this moment of meditation in her mind? Or did it truly happen, only the onlookers could tell, few that would be here in the bitter cold of the morning. Perhaps if the Red-Maned knight were to chance upon this path during her morning activities, or perhaps her newly resurrected Lord. Still, that man was still recovering from all the activity he found himself in upon his return. 

Part of @ladyramora's FFXIV Prompt List Part 2

Lynn relaxed in her usual room in the Bokairo Inn, these days it was all but kept solely for her. She had once stayed in this room for a little over a year following the events of the Vault whilst she trained in the arts of the Samurai with the Sekiseigumi. It had elements of her long stay even long after she stopped calling this place her home. The Pine Bonsai and Maple too that she had carefully guided to growth, now maintained by the care of the staff, though she herself did tend to them when she found herself here. The fireflies out in the Zen Garden that could be seen from the window told her than this was a warm night, perhaps she’d find her way back towards Nobuyuki’s Izakaya for her dinner when the time came. He’d be plenty busy during this season, but she doubted he would turn down her custom, as much as she could eat and drink. 

It was here in Kugane that Lynn had found herself once asking herself what being an adventurer meant to her. There had been so much pain, so much loss, there was ever so much asked of her. Some days it was hard for the dragoness to find inspiration to continue along that path, there were things that haunted her still. When she first found herself here, she was broken, lost, devoid of many of the things that she had come to associate with herself since first arriving in this world. Her job stones shattered, her very appearance different than what it once had been. She found herself needing a very active job just to survive. Once she eventually gained. Even though she was a Foreigner, she spoke fluent Hingan that she had learned from Yugiri. Something she was very glad for. Raen were not uncommon, but she no longer appeared like any Raen. She had an additional set of horns, and gray metallic scales that could shine in the light.

Her thoughts drifted back and forth often back then, between just quitting this role of Warrior of Light for good, surely someone else could take up the mantle just as she had done. What had stopped her from that was just remembering those she Had managed to save. Those she had managed to rescue. Those who had grown and become better for her help. It was those people who she adventured for. Even those she had lost would not wish for her to give up, they’d want her to carry on. For those she had lost, for those she could yet save. That was why she had decided to carry on.

Part of @ladyramora's FFXIV Prompt List

Memories adrift across the sea of time rarely met again with those they left, so it had been when Hydaelyn had taken Lynn’s memories. Still, the past never truly left those who it carried into the future. Such things were difficult to understand, still, this felt too familiar. She had felt this before, sparring with the straight swords of the Gladiator’s of Ul’Dah. She had felt it before, sparring with the curved swords of the Corsairs’ of Limsa Lominsa, but this was even more so. The rapier wasn’t quite right in her hand, the heft, the weight, it wasn’t right, and her body knew it. So she had asked X’rhun for a little time, a week, perhaps two, to find something more naturally suited for her. So she sought out a blacksmith, one who drank himself into far too many debts. She offered him a million gil for the blade she desired, one she’d even provide the materials for, should he know of a manner in which to provide a blade for her that could stand up to her needs. The design was a one handed straight sword, stiff enough to have a slashing edge on either side, but thin enough to be a brutal thrusting weapon. An Estoc, she knew it to be called, but even so her demands for this one were fairly specific. Few had a true slashing edge due to the primary focus of the weapon being for use in thrusts, and if the blade became too stiff, it might snap given the force the Warrior Of Light could put into her attacks. Nearly all her weapons were of custom make for this reason. 

Once thanking Gerolt for his work, Lynn found herself a clearing in the shroud. This sword, the forest, the humming of life around her, the feeling of the spirits in the earth, the call of the wind in the air, the voice of the water in the streams, and from life came fire. She bowed, to a master she could not even picture in her mind, but she knew this was proper. A thanks for knowledge, a thanks for teaching. Her body led her through the motions, the form something she knew instinctively, something her body had repeated for more than forty years. But where, who? Still, she could not bring the name nor face to mind, and each time she tried, all she could hear was “Hear, Feel, Think.” Those same words she had heard before waking up in these lands, alone, with no memory of aught but her name. But a name had meaning, a name had power in itself, perhaps Hydaelyn could not strip that from her too. Not that she knew Hydaelyn had done so, as the Crystal Mother’s voice was the very first she knew in this world. She had merely followed her guidance, and that had led to this day.

When she returned to X’Rhun, to learn his red magic, he was surprised at the nature of her magic. Her aspects were not truly tethered to the conventional understanding of the elements. Not astral or umbral aligned in such a simple nature. There were aspects of her fire magic that could be considered white magic and aspects of her earth that could be considered dark. He knew that Lynn had been known to use magics before, but mostly those started in Arcanemia. Those of the Summoners and Scholars. The dragoness had not been known for her use of white or black magic.

Her movements were fluid, her feet striding alongside the air naturally as she charged her thrusts forward. The magic aiding her, as if it were part of her. Until suddenly she collapsed, covering her eyes as an image flickered, followed by pain, and the voice of Hydaelyn once more. It was as if Hydaelyn did not want her to remember this, to feel this way. Why? A question that would long go unanswered.