Pronounced "Sin," though Rook is perfectly fine too. I've gone by both my own names and my characters names over the years, so either feels natural.
I'm primarily here for FFXIV roleplay, and that's what you'll usually find on this blog. Expect a mix of RP, stories, occasional OOC rambling, book recommendations, screenshots, and the odd aesthetic post.
The Carrd of Rook | Seven | Cross
The FC Carrd of RSC Salvage Co.
I play XIV completely vanilla. No mods on my end, though no judgment if you use them. You'll have to use your imagination or read my OCs carrd descriptions to gauge what they truly look like. I'm working on getting them art.
Currently Looking For:
• One long term writing partner for shipping OCs slow, complicated burn style. I have a lot of good RP going on currently but still looking for that.
• Artists with open commissions and an established portfolio.
Commission Status: Currently working with one artist and sitting on another's waitlist, but I'm always happy to discover artists for future projects.
More About Me / This Blog:
I'm in absolutely no rush. Ever. Not with art. Not with RP development. I enjoy when RP takes place at the cabin but I'm open to going other places too.
I'd much rather let stories and friendships develop naturally than try to force writing.
Outside of roleplay you'll usually find me grinding combat jobs, running FATEs, or quietly working toward another goal I've inevitably given myself.
A Small Request:
I live with an ongoing health condition, so replies can occasionally take longer than I'd like. Sometimes life means appointments. Sometimes it means rough days. I can get busy with volunteer work. What it doesn't mean is being ignored.
I've worked hard over the years to communicate when I need time instead of simply disappearing, and I appreciate the same courtesy from others.
Writing:
I'm an older roleplayer. I'm happy writing with anyone 18+, though there's a good chance I'm old enough to remember parts of the internet some of you only hear stories about.
That has never been a problem in itself, but it can naturally create different expectations and communication styles. Patience, communication, and mutual respect go a very long way with me.
I enjoy slower, story driven roleplay. Character growth. Long conversations. Consequences.
The little moments between the big ones.
Rook isn't a Warrior of Light, a chosen hero, or someone destined to save the world. Neither is Cross. Nor Seven.
They're just "guys".
While I am happy to interact in small ways with those who have WoL's on tumblr I do not actively carry on RP with them as it can be quite conflicting to a more "casual" approach to life in Eorzea.
Big supporter of you do you though.
Contact:
In Game: Rook Mercer (Mateus) Cade Cross (Mateus) but Cross is heavily Discord oriented for RP. Reaching out here first is always welcome.
Discord: Ask first.
ANON: Always on.
There's probably another page or two of rules, preferences, genres, and boundaries I could write here.
Truthfully, I'd rather talk about those naturally if we're considering writing together.
This is an LGBT+ safe space. Everyone is welcome here.
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He couldn't sit still in that infirmary. He kept looking at the window. Kept imagining the long drop that waited on its other side, the sheer clif-face on the outer perimeter of the city.
What if he stepped off the edge, and didn't leap to stop the plummet? What if he let the cold and the dark embrace him, the same as it had felt in terrible (wonderful) dragonflight?
You don't deserve to be alive.
Monster.
His own thoughts hounded him, chasing away sleep. Even the cloying soporific droughts weren't enough to dull those senses. The internal ones he'd trained over such terrible pains to seek and destroy weakness in himself.
Only now, at the uttermost end of the Dragonsong War…. the weakness was everything. Was fundamental to him. In the blood, perhaps, the selfsame blood which bound him to the murderous history of the men of Ishgard.
Too stupid to suss out lies for truth,
too blind to seek answers instead of revenge
Every ancient insult of his mother he thought time had eroded out of his memory came rushing back like the sonorous echoes of a chapel bell clamoring through a morning street. Every protest of his mentor, every sharp rebuke of the knights who boxed his ears when he was little better than a stunted starveling fighting... fighting..
He sought out the Forgotten Knight. Days past the last of the fighting, he looked like any dozen men who crowded it wall-to-wall now. Injured, every stitch of garment askew, lank silver hair a snarl of tangles.
It had been long and longer since he'd sought this kind of answer.
He recognized only a few, and kept his elbows up, warding off friendly faces or claps on the back, upper lip partly curled off his teeth as he hunched over a drink that the bartender, wisely, never let run dry.
To all the stories that lived in my head, were written on paper, typed on screen or spoken aloud. Happy end of 2025 everyone, here's to creating more stories, wherever they may end up.
"One good strike…" he murmured to himself as he neared, swords glinting in the sunlight, muscles in his arms coiled to spring and strike once he was close. The beast moved forward towards him and he prepared to dive for the worm's throat until his foot suddenly sank deep into the sand, eyes widening as he felt his center of balance shifting. Trapped in sand to his knee he let out a gasp as he crashed hard onto his chest, swords skittering to the side. Glancing up, he found himself face to mandible with his quarry, the two seemingly having switched places of hunter and prey.
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The hustle and bustle makes itself known within the Silver Bazaar, trails of carts and wagons from all kinds of regions set up shop to show off their wares and provide their services! We are putting together a market befitting those who seek adventure, travel, supplies, hunting, food, combat and more! Alert your comrades and companies!
🌿 Vendors • 🎴 Fortunetellers • 🎲 Games • 🎼 Bards
We’re welcoming stall runners of all kinds whose wares or services fit our adventurous theme! (Please keep it SFW.)
