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A R C H P O E T    E V E N S O N G ––– –

The Basics ––– –

Age:  31

Birthday: 28th Sun of the 3rd Astral Moon (Llymlaen)

Race: Hyur Midlander

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Marital Status: Married

Physical Appearance ––– –

Hair: White / Blond.

Eyes: Blue, like the sky, or the sea-- blue, like my heart when you’re far from me.

Height: 6 fulms, 1 ilm

Build: Athletic

Distinguishing Marks: The fairness of his hair did shine notably, in the sun, like a beacon.

Common Accessories: With a delivery moogle companion typically in tow, Archpoet might be seen beating the dusty old backwater paths of Eorzea and the Far East, on his way to the next hamlet in need of saving or otherwise. And for this purpose, he carries along a weathered canvas rucksack containing the various accouterments of a wandering minstrel, poet, mage.

Personal ––– –

Profession: Bard, Red Mage

Hobbies: Adventuring, Decorating, Music, Fishing, Knitting.

Residence: Lavender Beds, P58, W10

Birthplace: West Shroud, Twelveswood, Gridania, Aldenard

Religion: None

Patron Deity: Oschon, the Wanderer

Fears: Being forgotten.

Relationships ––– –

Spouse: Larsa Evensong

Children: Asha, Ashanti, Ellibeth Evensong

Siblings: Sora Maximus

Parents: ???

Friends: Solara Starra

Traits ––– –

* Bold your character’s answer.

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: No Drugs: No Alcohol: "If you insist."

A Resplendent Rhapsode: From a rascally youth haunting the ancient twisting turns of the old West Shroud, to a Master Archer, a Mage of the Red-- an adventurer of some renown intent on bettering the lives of all beings on his home star. Join the incredible journey of one child of Haedylyn, across Eorzea and beyond.

RP Hooks ––– –

Gridania - Those that are from, or travel frequently to the Twelveswood might recognize the man who was once a backstreet knave of Old Gridania, later a prominent member of the Archers’ Guild.

Wandering Minstrel - On the songs of his own exploits, and those of others-- the Singer of Stitched Verse commands a lengthy repertoire of ballads, etudes, and dirges for both entertainment and ... other business.

Maelstrom Officer - Holding a Captain’s commission in the Lominsan Armada, First Squadron (a.k.a. the Maelstrom), Captain Evensong has the necessary field command experience to successfully execute land and sea operations with appreciable returns and minimal losses.

TBD

“Huh, okay. So then why does this one say J.E.N.O.V.A. on it?”

Contact Information  ––– –

You can contact me via Tumblr DM, in game as Archpoet Evensong on Behemoth. DM for discord info.

Disclaimer  ––– –

Apologies if this is clunky, first time RP. Feel free to send me a message if you’re interested in cultivating, or including me in some RP thing-- or if you just want to talk! Looking forward to it!

Acknowledgement  ––– –

['literal'/rough]

burning from within with violent rage

in bitterness, let me speak to my heart:

shaped from matter of the lightest element

i am like a leaf with which the winds play.

since indeed it is the way of the wise

to make a home upon a foundation stone,

then i'm a fool, set upon gliding streams,

never staying under the same sky.

i'm borne along like an unmanned ship,

like an aimless bird borne across the sky-road.

chains don't hold me back, nails don't hold me down,

The most beautiful moment in my history class was when in between reciting a beautiful Goliardic poem and finishing the line above, he pauses, subtlety changing his voice from that of an grand orator to a soft, genuine voice as he leans in to bestow knowledge onto the class...the kind of knowledge one can only really obtain as a product of traveling vastly. He tells us eloquently, simply, and yet profoundly...

There is nothing better in life than to move, than to wander, never settle, don't settle