Narissis in Nexus

You extend your hand. “I noticed you’re new here. What’s your name?”

Clark’s introducing her around.  “This is my good friend, Diana, she’s in from out of town.”

Clark stops a few feet away and squints at you worriedly from behind those ridiculous glasses you’re 99% sure he doesn’t actually need, and asks tentatively, “Everything all right?”

You ignore him in favor of staring at the inky dark numerals hovering over the beaming fool gesticulating some fantastic yacht story for a gaggle of secretaries and minor columnists.

NaN DIVIDE BY ZERO ERROR

Name:

Gender:

General Appearance:

Personality:

Special Talents:

Who they like better:

Who they take after more:

Name

Seeker tradition would be A’____ Razh. Keeper tradition would be ____ Shadi’ra. But for an actual name? Hmm... I’m not sure.

Gender

Female; it’s by far the most likely for Miqo’te after all.

General Appearance

Hmm... a tanned complexion like Razh, but dark blue hair and eyes like Parva! And an adorable button nose.

Personality

Mischievous, truthful, and clever. Outwardly confident but secretly insecure. Coy and enigmatic. Guarded, but fiercely loyal once befriended. Free-spirited.

Special Talents

Surprisingly adept at math. Takes after her mother with aetheric attunement and talent.

Who they like better

A close call, but Razh gets the edge for  being the one who appeals to her roguish nature a bit more, also she’s daddy’s little girl and has him wrapped around her finger, so she can get away with things that she wouldn’t around Parva.

Who they take after more

Parva. See above!

Personal Headcanon

10$ patron request 

Face. Palm.

Threadbare

If it sparkles, if it sparkles I’ve got my eye on it If it shines, if it shines I gotta get my hands on it

The Nuhn was flanked by three sons who he guessed to be between the ages of fifteen and twenty-five summers, yet he knew there was another that they yet waited for while seated at opposing ends of the low table. As a man of trade, he was treated to coffee while they spoke lightly. T’opaz the Golden. Of many summers, he was an accomplished man of a large caravan and successful merchant, by his own words. There was little reason to doubt if one were to see him. Fine silks and cotton, metallic threads woven in rich colours. Red, white, black, gold, twisted in fair designs…but perhaps a bit too much gold. And too much red. J’Lalit Tia was younger, and much, but possessed of great ambition and respect for those who came before him. He was blessed with a lovely shock of gold hair but was too gentle, too trusting, even if he was gifted in negotiation. The sash about his waist -finest Hannish silk- was a testament to that.

“J’Lalit Tia, this is T’ohzhan, my eldest,” the Nuhn gestured to an older-looking Tia who was likely no younger than twenty-seven. About the age at which he could begin to challenge the current leader of the caravan- or start his own. T’ohzhan gave a nod but was possessed of a severe expression and a shrewd eye that he turned on the stranger without the slightest hesitation, causing the fellow to laugh awkwardly, and hide in his cup. “The pleasure is mine,” he peered through a cage of lashes, chin dipped low. The subtle gesture seemed to please the eldest son enough that he nodded to himself and took a seat at his father’s side.

In an hours’ time, he was scooping spices out of jars and into paper sacks for the Nuhn, all while chatting idly about this and that. They’d visited topics such as the political climate in Ul’dah -ever changing-, the trends in demand for merchandise -dictated largely by the upper-class-, and even the weather patterns -J’Lalit told them of the storm on his heels, the reason he’d sought to shelter here.- Trade for shelter seemed fair enough. T’opaz was interested in his Thavnairian-grown spices, in the story behind his silk sash, in the blue colour of his chocobo.

<_<

Nunh*

think before you speak/type or the chokehold fairy will get you   

I am a (mostly) straight, cisgender white male. Many people on Tumblr would have you believe that I am a racist, chauvinist, misogynistic pig by virtue of the way that I am. Because I have privilege.

I’m not offended that other people in my demographic are called out for being shitty human beings. But it’s pretty damn offensive to be considered a shitty human being simply because of my demographic.

Here’s the truth:

I don’t see skin colour as indicative of a person’s quality or character. I think people of all ethnicities have the right to thrive and be treated equally and with respect.

I don’t see sexual orientation as anybody’s business except the individual in question, and I don’t believe that anyone has the right to provide differential treatment to anyone else because of their orientation.

I don’t see sex or gender as grounds for discrimination, and I don’t think of women as anything less than the human beings they are, who should be afforded all the same rights and dignities as men. And where there are legitimate differences between the sexes, I believe that women’s issues should not be marginalized or seen as optional or less important - for example, I find it disgusting that some American employers deny their female employees birth control on spurious religious or moral grounds.

I will readily admit that I’m not sold on the concept of genders outside male/female/agender. But nor will I object to anybody’s right to express themselves and identify themselves as they see fit. I’m aware of body dismorphic disorders and support the rights of people to become trans or undergo gender reassignment surgeries and hormone therapy. Do what you need to do to be comfortable in your own skin. I’m cool with it.

As long as you are accommodating and respectful of other people, I’m behind you 100%.