#draft one

Would anyone be interested in me posting my first draft of TSP? For reminders, it was a school project I wrote when I was 10. It's not exactly good, but it is fun, and I already have it transcribed!

Won't be offended if no one cares

Always looking for roleplay and friends! Please, message me!

As the Warrior of Light

From the great island of Vylbrand, Aisling was born on the day that would become the Calamity. That day left Eorzea, Limsa Lominsa, her home of Aleport, the Source, and her own soul irrevocably changed.

Aisling always had feelings and dreams, fluttering certainty. After the Calamity, those vague shapes and ideas solidified into vivid visions- dreadful knowledge- and sights of times and places she should've been unable to see. Her visions predicted a catastrophe in Aleport- though she only realized it after the fact. Seeing her failure- and her own potential- she set out for Limsa Lominsa, for the Arcanists’ Guild. She sought to learn more about her ever-present ability- and to make use of it to help and protect.

And I think you know the rest...

As a Roleplay Character

Aisling is an innkeeper's daughter- living in Aleport with her mother and father, Cecelia and Edvard Surrow. Plagued with feelings, dreams, and visions, she has been studying to try to control and understand them. Arcanism from the Arcanists’ Guild in Limsa Lominsa, as well as (secretly) Astromancy from an expatriate of the Sharlayn colony on Eorzea.

Thanks to her family's inn (The Sleepy Surrow Burrow, the best place to rest your head and heart in Aleport!) Aisling is able to travel across Eorzea, the world, and help do business for her family. She connects with vendors and merchants, scholars and priests, warriors and more. You'd be surprised who shows up at the Burrow.

Hooks

Do you want to play with Aisling? Here are some ways they might connect-

Are you a traveler? Have you stopped in Aleport? Perhaps you spent the night at the Sleepy Surrow Burrow and met the strange, dreamy daughter of the proprietors...

Arr, mateys! Aisling's father was a member of the Kraken's Arms, and only finally settled into an innkeeper's life when Admiral Merlwyb outlawed piracy. Are you a pirate? Tied to Limsa Lominsa? You may know Edvard Surrow and his daughter...

Potent magics circle around Aisling. Her visions grow increasingly vivid and clear with every day, especially as she connects more strongly to the stars above. Are you a magic worker? Do you seek the strange and unusual? You may come across a Lalafell woman who has been touched by fate...

About The Roleplayer

Age: 30 From: The US Timezone: EST Looking for: Friends and fun, chill vibes, ease, creativity and eagerness, roleplay both in-game and out of game

Some Notes

Aisling is (at least) 26 years old, and therefore an adult. I won't post any NSFW pictures, but please be aware I will be making references to Aisling being an adult woman who fucks.

I'm aware there can be contention around how to treat Lalafell in roleplay, and that makes me quite sad! So I won't go near it. If you are unable to engage with a Lalafell character as an adult person, we won't be good roleplay partners.

Playing around with headcanons instead of actually making any crossover content lol. I was convinced that Rise eyes would be easy and 2012 eyes would be hard. I was so wrong. I spent twice as long on 2012 in 2018 than i did on the other one and it looks worse rip

Bonus: no masks

Concept: Michael gives Rich Mountain Dew Red at the Halloween Party, deactivating his and Jeremy’s squip. While Rich is grateful, Jeremy is far from it.

“Michael wants his stuff back,” Jeremy nearly jumped three feet in the air at the sudden voice, swinging himself around to see Rich leaning against the exit, “His good beanie, DVD collection, his controllers, his games, his house key, I’m sure you know what all of his you have,”

Jeremy blinked, having trouble processing what was being said, and that it was said by Rich of all people, “...What?”

Rich scoffed and rolled his eyes, “Michael Mell wants his shit back. Get it together and hand it over. Or stick it in his locker. Mail it for all I care.”

“He can ask for it himself,” Jeremy was struggling to find responses without the squip in his ear, and that was Michael’s fault. That fueled the venom found in his words.

“Oh yeah cause you’ve been so receptive to anything he’s had to say,” Sarcasm dripped from Rich’s lips.

Jeremy huffed and rolled his eyes, “Why are you even doing this?! He ruined our lives! Deactivated our squips! You shouldn’t be doing him any favors.”

Well, all, my estimate of done by the new year was apparently too generous! Just finished up this first draft of Prince for Hire. Some stats for you!

Taglist (and let me know if you’d like to be added/removed--will be posting a lot of deleted scenes during editing): @whimsyqueen, @on-noon, @cactusmotif, @paradisiacalshroud, @houndsofcorduff, @stuffaboutwriting, @t-lane-writes

Original estimated word count: 80,000

Actual word count: 136,420

Current word count of stuff I deleted: 50,913

Average words per day (including deleted scenes): 965

Date started: 14 June 2022

Date ended: 24 December 2022

Total time with document open: 3147 hours

Chapter count: 45 + 1

Adherence to originally created blurb and WIP intros: sketchy at best

The wooden planks under my feet bear memories of adventures during the daylight. That faint moisture of splashes long gone and laughter no longer heard. I stare up at the moon and it stares back. There’s a feeling I get from the moon, almost like a cat who basks in the sun; I get a different kind of warmth. Voices from the house drift over the night breeze, but they get trapped and quieten in the water reeds. I feel so bare to everything - there is nothing else in this moment apart from every single thing that I am, laid open and shivering in the cold.