Divinity is the color of gold, or so they say in Ul'dah, and what is true beneath the heat of the scorching Thanalan sun is just as true in its shadows.
LEONNAUX ALTOIX is an elezen who has carved these words into his bones. He is a man who professes to follow the traders, but oh, not five ticks and you'll see that greed is his true god. He comes armed with nimble fingers and a cocksure smile, a flash of teeth that lures men into mischief as surely as a siren's song leads sailors to their demise.
He's a man who advertises anything, for the right priceâand make no mistake, everything has a price.
âž» looking for:
group rp / free company. Â âž» seeking group rp spaces like free companies, cwls/ls communities, and discord communities to hang out with. most themes are fair game, with the exception of adventure / mercenary / military / academic / heavy occult. iâm mainly a crime rper, but with regards to groups i donât really want to join another crime group since i want leon to broaden his horizons a bit. eorzea-based organizations only!
skill-building / mentorships / broadening horizons. Â âž» leon is interested in learning how to weild light swords such as rapiers, how to cook, and how to speak and read hingan, but i also want him to gradually pick up new skills through general rp, especially trade skills.
free-form / character-driven rp encounters. Â âž» self-explanatory!
âž» ooc info: https://hellsbovnd.carrd.co
name. Â âž» crow / ashe
age. Â âž» 24
pronouns. Â âž» he/him or they/them
discord. Â âž» professional jelly slapper#5086
helloooooo i am crow and i am chronically boneless, but i am trying to get back into the swing of writing in-between work shifts and working on administrative stuff for @ebonguardâ! please give my ooc carrd (and leonâs carrd) a glance before reaching out to me. i have my status set to accept critical dmâs only rn because i am not good at keeping track of discord dms, but please feel free to reach out to me if itâs with regards to this anyway!
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Wonderful pieces of Leon and Janos from @benveydraws!! (Theyâre on Twitter now too!)Â As always Benvey is an absolute JOY to work with and Iâm super happy with the result; if youâre in the market for commissioning art then I literally canât recommend them enough <3
Located on The Goblet's 11th Ward's 55th Plot [Balmung], The Cloak & Dagger is a higher-class establishment run by a mysterious and heretofore unseen proprietor. Although there are a great many rumors surrounding the establishment, including that it's involved in criminal activity and even that it may be run in connection to the Ebonguard criminal network, it's difficult to pin anything down as fact over being mere conjecture without going to one of its elusive open nights for oneself.
One night per moon it sees an influx of colorful customers and even more colorful staff. The air inside is scented by cigarettes and incense. The menu consists of mouthwatering food exceeding both in quality and in price that which might be found in a local dive bar, and the selection of spirits on hand seems as nearly-endless as the rumors surrounding the establishment.
Rumor has it that you might be able to find some illicit business if you order a Cloak & Dagger cocktail.
The Cloak & Dagger is a monthly venue run by me (Crow), and a number of volunteer staff. But did you know? The space is open and available for any and all RPers who want to make use of the space, anytime!
While we only have enough manpower to run the event once per month at this time, the venue is always unlocked and always free to use. Upon request and with some prior arrangement, weâre also willing to lend out the space for events! The basement has a stage, and there are about 15 slots left for things like seasonal decorations, of which I have hoarded many from seasonal events 2017 and onward.
It also is meant to act as a somewhat informal hub for Ebonguard and its activities! If you want to get in touch with us, feel free to drop us a line via our ask box @ebonguardls or leave a note in our message book with a Tumblr URL or Carrd profile with some contact info on it.
If you enjoy this space, please be sure to leave a message in our message book! A lot went into decorating it, and a lot goes into maintaining it, so we hope the RP community enjoys it as much as we do!
PERTINENT LINKS: Venue Information/Lore Page | Venue Tag | BRPHâs âWhere Is The RP?â Index (weâve been listed as an open space for a while!)
Please note that Ebonguard and associated ventures are not associated and does not condone real-life criminal activities. Activities engaged in or discussed by Ebonguard or associated ventures are strictly fictional and for entertainment purposes only.
The Cloak & Dagger is an RP venue and open RP space affiliated with the Ebonguard criminal network LS, owned IC and OOC by âCrowâ (Leonnaux Altoix/@hellsbovnd). If youâre interested in helping run this monthly public RP event (be it as waitstaff, security, etc) at The Cloak & Dagger then please contact us at @ebonguardls.
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status:Â active (main); open for rp
links:Â carrd | tag
For all practical purposes a ghost, this Elezen only appears on public records as far back as three summers ago. Itâs likely, then, that heâs chosen to live under an assumed name. He tends to use his appearance to his advantage, passing himself off as a Wildwood whenever it suits his interests.
rosemund blackthorne, of shadow and steel.
status: semi-hiatus; ask for rp
links: carrd | tag
Rosemund Blackthorne, born Rosemund de Valieroix, is an Ishgardian Elezen of 35 summers. The head of a house once regarded as low nobility, Rosemund quickly plunged his house into debt. Rumors circulated about the family after Rosemundâs father was tried for heresy by being thrown from Witchdrop.
janos jen renata, an imperial nuisance.
status: hiatus; ask for rp
links: carrd | tag
The third of four sons, Janos has high expectations pushed onto him from a young age. His family name often preceding him, it might take a moment to realize that Janos himself is the familyâs black sheep. Having failed to get into the prestigious Magitek Academy, Janos instead became an Architectus in the military in order to serve his country and make his family proud, but...
out of character. â
you can call me: crow/rhys, they/them or he/him pronouns
timezone: US Central Time (CST/CDT)
discord:Â emet-selch wears prada#5086
personal tumblr: @ravenforgedâ
misc plugs:Â @ebonguardlsâ (carrd) / for the sky
Looking for long-term RP, both plot/story-oriented and in terms of casual relations such as friends and rivals for all my characters. Plot hooks and more information about each character can be found on their respective Carrds.Â
Also looking for Linkshell/Discord communities and events to frequent with friends (new and old).
Rosemund always fancied himself a fairly solitary soulâhe had to be, or he would have a difficult time explaining to others why it was that he was (allegedly) content to spend the overwhelming majority of his time alone, be it locked away in his house or taking walks alone through the Pillars of Ishgard. Even when he went to the Forgotten Knight, he was content to remain on the outer fringes of the crowd, not quite watching or listening or necessarily paying attention to anyone or anything in particular as he nursed a mug of mulled wine.
Whatever he wanted to tell himself, the solitude did gnaw at himâon occasion. It was those times that he told himself that even if he didnât enjoy it, it was a necessary evil, that he should be content with the company of a mad witch and occasional letters between him and his long-time friendsâHello, how are you, we should meet for drinks soon, and then they never meet for drinks. Once he fired the last of his houseâ maids, he was completely alone. He still swore he heard people wandering about outside his door sometimesâthough that usually ended up just being either the witch or a figment of his imagination.
It was easy enough to ignore such things, but they did generally serve as his cue that he needed to get out of the house. Few things set Rosemundâs mind at ease like fresh air. Being confined to his manor was, admittedly, maddening. He had to constantly remind himself that it was a confinement of his own design; he could leave any time he wanted. Nothing was keeping him there: there were no shackles and there was no obligation to keep the dust bunnies in the parlor company.
And so he settled on a morningâor rather, the morning settled on him. He slept most of the day prior and found him awake when most others would be rising for once, rather than closer to the middle of the day as usual. He bundled himself up in a warm coat and scarf in an effort to stave off the biting coldof the early morning breeze and set off for a cafe he once frequented (it felt like a lifetime ago nowâŠ), situated near the Crozier in a rather unsuspecting corner.
The cafe itself was fairly small, too small to have seating inside at any rate. The bell chimed as Rosemund pushed the door inwardâstuck on some half-frozen hingeâand he offered the woman behind the counter a tired smile, which she returned. Her clothes and face and hands were covered in flour, and the apron additionally had colorful spots where berries had fallen or coffee had been spilled. Some old stains, others new, but it added character.
The last time heâd been to this cafe, sheâd informed him that the previous owner, her mother, had finally retired. She regarded him kindly, with warm, dark eyes, even as he loomed over her by a good fulm and a half: a shadow that some had told him was unsettling at best. âItâs been a while, ser! Have you been holding up well?â
âAs well as I can. Thank you,â he mumbled in reply. âAnd you? Howâs your husband?â
âHolding up well.â She let out a sigh, leaning back from the dough she was kneading. âHe has his hands full, taking care of the kid. Anyroad, what can I get for you?â
âDo you have blueberry scones today?â
âNo, but we have blackberry.â
âBlackberry is fine, then. And, uh, someâbreakfast tea.â Itâd been so long since heâd been to this particular cafe that heâd forgotten which of their teas was the best. It really had more of a reputation for coffee, but despite its purpoted uses in treating hangovers, Rosemund had to admit that he was not a big fan of coffee. No matter how much sugar or cream he added, it was always too bitter. But he figured that he couldnât go wrong with a cup of tea.
She nodded and accepted the coins he offered in exchange for the serviceâalong with a rather generous tip. âRight away, ser.â
They made somewhat awkward small-talk as she set about fixing his tea. The scones were fresh out of the oven and needed to cool anyway, though Rosemund immediately regretted ordering teaâit took time for the kettle to boil, after all, and there were only so many ways he could loop back around to innocuous topicsâthe weather, and⊠Well, the weather. He didnât rightly know the woman behind the counter well enough to feel comfortable delving into anything else, and she wasnât highborn so he managed to avoid getting caught up in the rumor mill for the morning. Come to think of it, he didnât even know her nameâŠ
He offered her a mumbled thanks once the tea was ready and stepped out of the cafe with his breakfast.
The little iron-wrought tables outside of the cafe were freezing-cold, but they provided somewhere for Rosemund to sit while he ate. Church bells tolled the hour, ringing through the Crozier which had started to fill with people running their morning errandsâmaids and manservants running about to find food suitable for their lordsâ and ladiesâ brunches, lunches, midafternoon snacks, and dinners; children passing through on their way to their tutorâs or to church. It was too early to shop for clothes in Rosemundâs opinion, but there were even a few noblewomen drifting away from a tailorâs shop.
Such a sight made it easy to forget that until a few years ago, Ishgard was a nation with the constant threat of war looming on the horizon. The weather, too, seemed to forget; the sky was a hazy blue and the sun was rising steadily in the sky. The feeling of the sunâs warmth on his face actually brought a smile to his lipsâa rare blessing indeed, when most days the sky was a terible, soul-sucking gray.
He brought his cup of tea to his lips, golden eyes wandering among the passers-by. It was, perhaps ironically, a result of Rosemundâs solitary nature that drove him towards people. Despite his more misanthropic musings and his tendency to reject the company of his peers in favor of paying charity to the lowborn during winter moonsâinviting them into his home as a reprieve from the biting cold of the winter moons. He enjoyed being an observer, he always asserted. It was easier than trying to forge legitimate bonds with others.
Never in the middle of things, always on the fringesâŠ
While it was that time of morning that most highborn children would be getting ready to start their daily routineâhe remembered somewhat fondly the path he traced around the city in his youth, dragged first to church and then to class and then to errands and then, after he turned twelve, to trainingâthe lowborn were not bound by such responsibilities. Some children ran about the Crozier, darting around to avoid remaining in any one personâs path for too long. They laughed and yelled, two of the older-looking boys chasing each other with sticks.
âHalt, fiend!â the one giving chase cried, half out of breath from running and half out of breath from laughing, his cheeks red and his grin irrepressable.
The boy in the lead turned on his heel, then and gave his pursuer a solid whap with his stick, catching him right in the gut. Rosemund winced at the sight; he remembered his days of roughhousing, butâŠ
It didnât look like either of the boys was any worse for the wear, though. The pursuing child took the blow in stride. He only stumbled for a moment to indulge in a little theatrics, clutching the âwoundâ before they were off again.
âYour wicked blade is no match for the will of the Fury!â
âOh yeah? Well your bladework is no match for the power of darkness!â
âIâll make you eat those words!â
Rosemund frowned at that, but by the time heâd rightfully processed what they were doing, the boys were long gone down the road, up towards the Last Vigil. His shoulders fell and he shook his headâ
Dark Knights were a fairly well-known urban legend, but in his youth he never would have dreamed of playing as one. Was that the new trend? He supposed that with the end of the Dragonsong War rendering it unacceptable to capture dragonfly scouts to beat with sticks, kids had to find ways to spice up their leisure-time. And that seemed to involve beating each other with sticks nowâŠ
He finished the last of his tea, staring off down the road after them. If they only knew that neither of their roles was particularly glamorous⊠If they only knew the weight behind the games that they played.
If they only knew the Hells you went through to get to this point.
Rosemund gritted his teeth, banishing the thought from his head. No different than Knights and Knaves, surely; after all, in all such childâs games, there had to be some sort of âvillain,â right? It was nothing, nothingâŠ
It was nothing, but he knew that it was going to bother him for the rest of the day.
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focus: leonnaux altoix
a/n: caught a writing bug. first installment of probably a three-part series, but i have other stuff i wanna work on before i continue this! thanks ebonguard for sprinting with me and encouraging my Mess lol
and i swam in the wakes of imposters
just to feel what itâs like to pretend;
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One of the greatest skills that Leonnaux possessed was the ability to blend in, despite his burning desire to stand out. It hadnât been easy to forge these skills, and the early days were rife with trial and error while his makeup work steadily improved, while he picked up little tricks to alter his figure or the way he carried himselfâgait being one of the most difficult things to consciously alter. These days, he felt as comfortable in the skin of someone else as he did in his own.
The best way to test his disguises, heâd found was of course in the midst of other peopleâparties, nights out on the city streets. While he always asked for at least passing approval of his disguise ideas from EddaââIâm asking you if you think this is convincing, not if you think itâs attractive,â he would occasionally remind her for his zanier ideasâthe only way to really tell was among strangers (or better yet those he knew before, but he honestly would feel bad for deceiving his friends in such a way).
If no one was suspicious, it would get added to his repertoireâfiled away for future use.
Tonight heâd chosen a dive bar in one of Ulâdahâs seedier areas: far away from the sort of establishment he would usually frequent, but the food was good, at least. Never tried a drink before, didnât want to risk it at the time just in case drinking made it harder to maintain a façade. He had used this establishment to test disguises before and the bartender remained unconvinced of his authenticity for the entire night. That had been over a year ago, though, and he liked to think that he had improved substantially since then.
As Leonnaux made his way inside, he found the bar was just as smoke-choked as he remembered it. The lanterns on each of the tables were forced to cut their way through a thick curtain of smoke to illuminate the space. Leonnaux wrinkled his nose at the smell, his hands buried in his pockets, a wry smile pulling at the corners of his lips. The establishment was very nearly filled to capacity, with a number of patrons drinking their sorrows at the bar or engaged in a merry night of banter at one of the tables.
One or two parties were even engaged in some heated card games on the balcony above, but he wasnât in the mood for cards tonightâhe was in the mood to get even.
The disguise of the night was on the subtler side of things; unlike his adventure in Ishgard during the Furyâs Moon, he tried to keep his appearance fairly close to his actual appearance. It was often the subtle changes that were the easiest to pull off, even if they went against his usual philosophy of every impression you make on a stranger should be wrong.
In Ishgard, that philosophy meant making drastic changes in both appearance and manner. Tonight, however, the policy was applied more loosely. He didnât change the color of his hair, or even the length tonightâthough the character that he had constructed presented herself in a more feminine manner than Leonnaux typically did in his day-to-day lifeâand more rough and tumble besides. He donned a pair of leather pants that he had picked up recently, and threw on a leather long coat on top of it. He settled on compromising with well-fitted, cropped halter top that would hide the fact that his cleavage was fake while still exposing enough abdomen to be provocative. He shed his usual gloves in favor of armguards and feathers reminiscent of a magpieâs iridescent blue-green plumage were intertwined with short braids just in front of his ears.
A little makeup work smoothed down sharp angles and strong lines in his face; eyeliner, mascara, and kohl framed his eyesâglamoured to be mismatched shades of hazelâfor a suitably intense look when paired with dark lipstick. And of course, a pendant was tucked into his shirt to change his voice so that he would not have to strain to maintain a higher timbre for the nightâwhich without magic would be the one aspect of his person that was unlikely to pass muster while wearing a feminine guise.
âEvening,â the bartender greeted with a smile, tossing the rag he was using to dry newly-cleaned glasses over his shoulder. âWhat can I get ya?â He was an scrutinizing fellow, a Duskwight with a discerning eye. The sun had given his skin a little more color over the years than he would have had naturally, stealing enough of the grayness from his skin that were it not for the clan tattoos running up his arm and neckâetched into his skin with a blade, not a needle, and highlighted only in certain spots with white inkâhe would pass for a Wildwood. His dark gaze settled on Leonnaux, his lips twisted in a smile that wasâprocedural, somewhat sarcastic even.
Leonnaux tapped a manicured nail on the counter as he hauled himself up and onto the bar stool. When he spoke, it was not with his own voice, but a more feminine oneâalbeit one on the sultry, low side, as he figured that that sort of voice would fit the character he created for the night the best. âSazerac. On the rocks.â
His gaze rose to the bartender as he slid some gil coins forward to provide payment for the drinkâand a tip, of course.
The bartender nodded and set about making the drink. It wasnât done with as much finesse as Leonnaux would employ if he were the one on the other side of the bar, and the ingredients here were subparâcatered towards people who were more concerned about getting nice and drunk than people who wanted a high-class experience. That suited him fine, and he tried not to watch the bartender too closely as he muddled the sugar, the water, the bitters. The cognac, the whiskeyâstirred, not shakenâthen slid over to Leonnaux after a lemon peel was lazily tossed into the glass and left there.
Leonnaux let it sit for a moment before bringing the glass to his lips, leaving some dark plum-red lipstick on its rim once the glass was lowered back onto its coaster. It was goodâfor the components used. It was what he paid for, anyway; he knew that a place like this probably didnât have the wherewithal to obtain the nice Ishgardian cognac, and he knew that it wasnât really âin-characterâ to complain.
So instead he mumbled a thanks, casting his gaze about the bar. A drunk Seeker whose arms and chest were almost completely covered in tattoos was about six shots in two stools to his left. The stool immediately to his right was vacated soon after he ordered his drink, a midlander woman with eyes like daggers and a scar running down over her right eye having apparently had her fill of listening to the men upstairs gamble their paychecks away.
âSo⊠Friendly bunch,â he started, somewhat awkwardly as the midlander held his gaze until the heavy door had fallen shut in her wake and she was back out on Ulâdahâs streets.
âFriendlyâs a word. Think most of our professions down here kinda exclude us from the category,â the bartender replied, setting the Seeker up with another shot even though he definitely did not seem conscious enough that that would be a good idea. The bartenderâs voice carried with it a thick accentâcaught somewhere between what he had grown up hearing in the depths of the Black Shroud and what might be expected of Coerthas natives.
âI⊠Donât think I could have guessed,â Leonnaux replied, squinting a bit. For the disguise heâd gone without his glassesâit wasnât really possible to navigate around them for every single disguise he wanted to try. Thankfully the low light of the bar didnât impact his vision too much, and he only had to deal with distance-related issues. The bartender right in front of him was just barely out-of-focus, and the rest of the room? A blur. âBetween the scars and the tattoos. You got word of the street?â
The bartender huffed a laugh. âDepends on what youâre lookinâ for, missy.â
âCall me that again and Iâll break your fingers.â
âOh, oh, this one has spunk! I like it!â The huff turned to something heartier, this time the bartender laughing from deep within his chest, shoulders heaving. âMost interesting thing anyoneâs said to me all godsdamned night. Well, then, whatâs your angle?â
Leonnauxâs shoulders rose and fell in a half-hearted shrug. âJust new here, just lookinâ for some fun,â he replied, setting his sazerac down on the counter and retrieving a silver cigarette case from an interior pocket of his coat, along with a box of matches. He places a cigarette between his plum-colored lips before offering one to the bartender across from him. âLooks like you are, too?â
The bartender scoffs before taking a cigarette, producing a very different implement for lighting his cigaretteâa well-crafted lighter, like the ones that Leonnaux had often seen crafted through the collaborative efforts of the Goldsmithâs Guild and the Alchemistâs Guild, a small fire shard producing a small flame once it was flipped open. He huffed a bit at the sight before striking a match and using that to light his cigarette. The match was blown out before being discarded in a nearby ashtray, overflowing with ashes and cigarette butts and similarly-discarded matches.
âYou could say Iâm looking for a little entertainment, yeah,â the bartender replied, âItâs all the same shite âround here.â He blew out a cloud of smoke to punctuate the statement, a sigh. âFunâs dried up if thatâs what youâre looking for, though. Jobs, though. Plenty of jobs. Jobs that you gotta be really fuckinâ down on your luck to consider takinâ, though.â
Leonnaux couldnât help a little bit of laughter at that. âWell, letâs say Iâm down on my luck then. Cityâs not real easy to get started in, unless youâd rather give me tips than work. But Iâd really prefer the work.â
âNot a whole lot for a pretty face like you to do besides hook on street corners.â
His eyebrow couldnât help but twitch a little in response to thatâa brief expression that didnât go unnoticed, since the bartender burst out laughing in response.
âOh, oh, lighten up. If you canât take a joke then you ainât gonna last five ticks out there.â
âRest assured, youâre not the only one whoâs lacked enough sense to tell me that. Lucky for you, though, you can make a decent drink. The other ones couldnât.â He lifted his sazerac, then, removing his cigarette from his lips and blowing out the smoke to take a sip from the glass. âGuess you have a half-decent face too. Hate to ruin it.â
âWell, color me honored.â The bartender ashed his cigarette, poured the Miqoâte gent another shotâabsinthe this time, Leon realized, and though now he was wondering if the bartender was just steadily making his way up the ladder in terms of alcohol strength, he couldnât help but think the man two stools down might need to stop if he didnât want to end up worse than passed out in a ditch. âLaraunt, by the way. So, if youâre looking for work⊠Well, got some postings over in the back. But if Iâm being frank, thereâs been some shite going on that Iâd love for someone to look into. Whatâs your trade, missy?â
âCall me Reine,â he corrected. âIâm serious about your fingers.â
âSure, sure, right, right. Anyway, whatâs it you do?â
Leonnaux clicked his tongue, considering for a moment, lowering his gaze to the lemon peel floating in his drink. â⊠This and that. Anything for the right price. Ran some drugs when I was up in Gridaniaâsonmus, snow, you know, that shite. Prefer to work more discreetly where I can, thoughâstuff what wonât give folks a paper trail to look for⊠Information, a favorite.â
His gaze returned to Laraunt , then, watching him carefully for any sign that he wasnât convincedâpinning his preferred trade as information was a risk, but it was the only risk he could feasibly take. He couldnât offer any answer that would be easy to verify; he couldnât describe in-depth what it was like to work a job that he had no experience with whatosever, not even by proxy. To say nothing of if Laraunt decided to cross-check him, or press for more details than he had.
Laraunt considered for a moment before offering Leonnaux a half-shrug. âInformationâs honest enough trade, I guess. You just a broker, or do you do groundwork?â
âDepends on my moodâŠâ Leonnaux trailed off, then, somewhat uncertain before he nodded to Larauntâs tattoos: raised scars and white ink against his dark skin, etching intricate runes and designs and occultic symbols into his exposed forearm and extending up his sleeve to his neck. The designs themselves were, of course, pleasing to the eyeâbut the runes were chiefly Duskwight in usage, sigils of power similar to the ones etched into pomanders. âBut you could say Iâve always to ears out, eh?â
The bartender arched a brow, then, before nodding his assent. âAh, more than just a pretty face, then! Seems you have some keen eyes, too. Well⊠Well, I suppose youâll do, Reine. If you think you can get the job done. Iâve been through a few brokers, kind of need a dedicated investigator if Iâm being honest. They all chickened out once they got a handle for the situation.â
Leonnaux perked up a bit, folding his hands in front of him on the table and ashing his cigarette. He looked the bartender over, but without his glasses his eye for detail was somewhat limited, even this close. âWell, running drugs up to the Shroud ainât exactly a cushy fucking job, as long as no oneâs gonna try and drain my body of its blood I think I can stomach getting my hands a little dirty.â He scoffed, then, as if it was a joke. âSo what is it. I canât say for sure unless you tell me what the job is.â
Laraunt met Leonnauxâs eyes, then, his lips pressing into a thin line. âMy sisterâs missing.â
Ohâoh.
Leonnaux had to fight off the shock when the bartenderâs voice suddenly becoming quite grave, going from somewhat condescending and sarcastic to a sobering baritone is no time flat. He took a breath, considering those three words as he drew his cigarette back to his lips, puffing away quietly.
âIf itâs a missing person case, I think youâre gonna want the Blades instead.â
âNot considering what all my sister was getting up to before she went and vanished.â Laraunt tapped a fingertipâhardâon the surface of the counter, pulling Leonnauxâs attention back up to his eyes. âThis ainât the best place to give details thoughâor time. How can I get in touch with you after this? Sit down for a more proper talk. Client to broker.â
Leonnaux paused, offering a shrug. âIâm new here. You think I already have an office? Just pick a day pick a time andâIâll meet you out back. After a shift, maybe. So we wonât be interrupted.â He tilted his chin up, then, before he snuffed the cigarette out, grinding it in the ashtray and leaving it there in a crumpled heap. With a grimace, he slammed back the rest of his sazerac in one go, chewing on the lemon rind left behind once the glass was emptied.
âAh, eh⊠Should be free at the end of the week.â
âCool. Iâll see you thenâsee if I canât turn up any leads on a missinâ Duskwight in Ulâdah in the meantime.â
âIâd appreciate it.â Thereâs a pause and Laraunt takes a breath, watching Leonnaux as he starts to leave. âHey, sayâthis is bugging me, but have I seen you before?â
Leonnauxâs heart skipped a beat, and he paused mid-step to look over his shoulder, one hand against the heavy wooden door, poised to make his way out.
As promised! And cuz itâs fun to break things down.
I intended to spread writing out over all six of my characters (that I have ironed out to varying degrees) but ended up only using my lads, oh well.
Total Words Written: 9983 (so close to 10k! In my Word Doc itâs 10213 but that includes titles.)
Average Word Count:Â 332
Longest Piece:Â âForgiven,â ft. Rosemund Blackthorne (1182)
Shortest Piece:Â âJitter,â ft. Janos jen Renata (78)
Prompts Written:Â All (Only #18, Wilt, was missed and made up the following Sunday)
Free Days Written:Â 0, but Iâll do better next time!
Pieces Written for Leonnaux: 11
Pieces Written for Janos: 8
Pieces Written for Rosemund: 7
Favorite Piece: âForgiven;â itâs probably the one that I had the most fun writing and the one that let me explore the character in question the most. âFirst Stepsâ is a VERY close second, because despite the fact that for along time I asked Ebonguard applicants how they found their linkpearl, I never really established that for Leon.
Least Favorite Piece: I donât really like any of the journal excerpts, but my least favorite is probably âJitterâ because itâs too short to be interesting.
Character Developed Most: Rosemund Blackthorne, because he had comparatively little to go off of going into this. Iâm really happy with how heâs turned out so far and I think Iâm finally ready to dive into RP with him now that I know what his deal is, as it were. (âForgivenâ specifically prompted me to flesh out his background with some help from the other members of the Ishgardian Discord that my friend Eggy runs!)
Character Developed Least:Â Janos jen Renata; despite how much fun it is to write him, nothing really new about the character revealed itself through writing this time and most of his development was workshopping backstory with my friends, which had nothing to do with FFXIVWrite.
âș Name â
âJan! Just Jan. Oh, er... You want a complete answer?â He presses his lips together, mulling it over before answering. âJanos jen Renata.â
âș Are you single â
âYup! I havenât been in a relationship since before... Uh, well, since before I enlisted.â
âș Are you happy â
He doesnât offer a verbal answer to that question, instead just offering a placid smile and a slight tilt of his head to the side.
âș Are you angry? â
âI donât have anyone to be angry with.â
âș Are your parents still married â
âYes.â
NINE FACTS
âș Birth Place â
âGarlemald. The city, proper.â
âș Hair Color â
âBlond as they come.â
âș Eye Color â
âGreen! Iâm the only one in my family with green eyes, actually.â
âș Birthday â
âIn Eorzean terms... The 27th Sun of the 4th Umbral Moon.â
âș Mood â
âWhat, right now? Uh... Well, content, I guess. I canât complain.â
âș Gender â
âMale.â
âș Summer or winter â
âDepends where I am. Back home, I loved summer because it was one of the few times that the city wouldnât be bound in snow and ice... Here in Eorzea? Winter, no contest.â
âș Morning or afternoon â
âIf I told you I was a morning person, I would be lying...â
EIGHT THINGS ABOUT YOUR LOVE LIFE
âș Are you in love â
âNope.â
âș Do you believe in love at first sight â
âUh... Well, Iâd like to, but I kind of doubt it. Attraction, sure... But can you really say you love someone if you donât really know them?â
âș Who ended your last relationship â
âIt was a mutual thing. Our lives were taking us in different directions, and... Well, it was mostly physical anyway. So we both knew it couldnât last forever.â
âș Have you ever broken someoneâs heart â
âNever had the honor, but hope I never have to.â
âș Are you afraid of commitments â
âI donât know what youâre talking about.â He scoffs.
âș Have you hugged someone within the last week? â
âNope.â
âș Have you ever had a secret admirer â
âAdmirer? Me? Never in my life. Iâve never done anything worth admiring.â
âș Have you ever broken your own heart? â
âI learned a long time ago that I shouldnât get my hopes up. Makes avoiding that sort of thing a lot easier.â
SIX CHOICES
âș Love or lust â
âUh... Well, Iâd prefer love, one day, but not today--I canât really bare myself to anyone like that here in Eorzea. Theyâd sooner gouge my third eye out, I think. And since I have to hide here, I donât really think itâs possible to find anything like that... So in the meantime, lust. Itâs not complicated.â
âș Lemonade or iced tea â
His eyes go wide. âThey put ice in tea?!â
âș Cats or Dogs â
âI love dogs! We had a big fluffy one while I was growing up. Iâd love to have another one like him, but I donât think dogs with such thick fur would do well down here in Eorzea...â
âș A few best friends or many regular friends â
âA few best friends. Just... Enough people to keep me company, and who I can talk to. Without pretenses.â
âș Wild night out or romantic night in â
âWild night out! I donât really have anyone to treat to a romantic night in, so at least for a wild night out I could go by myself or maybe drag Mima along. Kicking and screaming, of course, but she really needs to loosen up. I canât imagine being that bound to my work... Not again.â
âș Day or night â
âNight. It gives me time to think.â
FIVE HAVE YOU EVERS
âș Been caught sneaking out â
âYes... By Quirinius, one of my older brothers.â
âș Fallen down/up the stairs â
He laughs. âCan you even imagine?â
âș Wanted something/someone so badly it hurt? â
â... Yeah.â
âș Wanted to disappear â
âIâve wanted to disappear and worse. But itâs not a problem now. For the moment...â
FOUR PREFERENCES
âș Smile or eyes â
âSmile, for sure. You canât change someoneâs eyes, but if you can make them smile then it means the world, donât you think?â
âș Shorter or Taller â
âNo preference.â
âș Intelligence or Attraction â
âUh... Are those mutually exclusive?â He arches an eyebrow.
âș Hook-up or Relationship â
âFor now, hook-ups are easier. But theyâre no substitute for a real relationship, I donât think. But, you know... That whole thing is pretty complicated for me, at the moment.â
FAMILY
âș Do you and your family get along â
âUh... Depends. I got along pretty well with Quirinius and Paschal before I enlisted and got sent to my first post. Parents, well enough, but theyâre parents, you know? I... My track record... Didnât reflect well on my family, though, so... I was kind of embarrassing. I guess if you asked them now they wouldnât even want to hear my name.â
âș Would you say you have a âmessed up lifeâ â
âSomewhere along the way, something went wrong, so yeah.â
âș Have you ever ran away from home â
âI couldnât bring myself to do it.â
âș Have you ever gotten kicked out â
âNarrowly avoided, thanks to Quirinius.â
FRIENDS
âș Do you secretly hate one of your friends â
âWhy would I secretly hate one of my friends. Doesnât that defeat the purpose of being friends. Do people actually do this? Donât fucking do that.â
âș Do you consider all of your friends good friends â
âOf course!â
âș Who is your best friend â
âProbably Mima, though I think sometimes she finds me pretty annoying... But sheâs willing to listen to me just talk and talk while I work, and she helps me keep a roof over my head... I still need to repay her for that.â
âș Who knows everything about you â
âNot a soul. I think itâs probably better that way. I donât think anyone would entertain my presence otherwise...â
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