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“How th’ hells did th’ place git so trashed…” The dusky elezen woman ties off yet another bag and tosses it onto the slowly growing pile near the front counter. She drags her arm over her forehead in an attempt to remove some of the sweat and ends up smearing dust across her face instead. It’s hot enough in the shop that she’s traded her usual red and black plaid button down for a plain short sleeved shirt and regrets her choice of long denim pants. After unlocking the sliding doors of the store front from their tracks and swinging them open to allow more light to stream in and air to move through the shop, she heads to the back part of the main room where several collections of mismatched 5 gallon buckets are stacked. Swiftly unstacking the buckets and pushing them together, she retreats through the door to the back room to return holding the end of a garden hose. Squeezing the nozzle attached to it, she aims the resulting stream into each bucket in turn.

Name: Demetria ‘Ria’ Nocturne (S’kiazo) Age: 23 (actually and physically) Occupation: Hunter, musician Alignment:  Immortal, half-blood (Voidsent/God) Birthplace: Idyllshire City-state of Residence: - Gridania Race: Kitsune (Fantasia’d from a Miqo’te halfbreed) Hair: black (blue tint) Eyes: dark pink and red (dichromatic) Skin: tanned Height: 5’7″ Nameday: January 12th Weapon proficiency: Magic, Firearms, Bow (Minor control over voidsent, those assigned to her by Diablos) Spouses: N/A

History:

Ria is an anomaly, born from the coupling of a voidsent and a god, a child which should have had no chance of surviving in the first place. Luck was on Diablos and Menphina’s side, and they did have a child. Not long after she was born did it become apparent that she had inherited a lot of her parent’s proficiency in magic, both healing and attack magics something that were unknowingly slung around the loft until she was old enough to understand what she was doing.

The older she got, the more it was clear that the Cloud wanted to either pull her to it’s side, or kill her outright. A solid blow on what had once been her second in command, though after multiple attempts, Diablos would assign Forgall to keep her safe. And despite the general’s eagle eye over her, it would be Feridad that gave her the first fantasia when she was little more than 16.

At 18 Ria decided she wanted to be a kitsune, after having seen one on the streets. She felt at home in the other form, deciding that she would stay like this.

Whenever she wanders the wilds, one can likely either see her with Maahes or Lyth’s coeurl, hunting partners who rather enjoy the time they spend with her.

Personality:

Ria has all the sense that Forgall instilled in her as she was growing up, along with being wary of most things like her parents. Because she has a target on her back nigh constantly, one that has since caused a lack of privacy for her, she tends to keep to crowds and other people because of there being less of a chance of being attacked.

Ria has inherited the insatiable libido that both of her parents are known for. Throw in the good looks and she is likely one of those conquests that will end up conquering you.

Features:

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Name: Romidant Archaeos Age: mid 20s Occupation: Florist, occult healer (conjury)

Alignment: Mundane turned Magi Birthplace: Twelveswood

City-state of Residence: Gridania/Twelveswood Race: Elezen, with some miqo’te traits due to mixed heritage Hair: Black with blue highlights Eyes: Right eye is dark blue, left is ice blue Skin: Dark caramel Misc. Features: She has a tattoo of a scar crossing her left eye, as well as tattoos of flowering branches on her arms. Her pupils are slitted thanks to the miqo’te blood; she also has longer canines than a pureblood elezen, has slightly better than average night vision, and can growl, hiss, and spit like a miqo’te. Height: 6′4″ Nameday: 24th day of the second Astral Moon/March 24th Weapon proficiency: Fists and staves, minor proficiency in bow and lance  Spouses: None

History:

Romidant’s family has always followed ancient traditions, passed down through the ages, in regards to practicing conjury and honoring the elementals of the Twelveswood. They’ve kept their healing skills secret; for most of them it is a minor skill, and Romidant has the strongest skill the family has seen in a very long time. On her nameday, a divination involving counting sticks pointed to the possibility of her being a reincarnation.

Her family could be considered ‘redneck’ or ‘country’ in that they are very insular and isolate themselves from cityfolk, instead choosing to stay close to the land. Romidant will sometimes emphasize her ‘country bumpkin’-ness, to get others to underestimate her.

When Romidant was just getting into her twenties, she suffered a high fever and experienced hallucinations as a result; she managed to get out of the house without anyone seeing her and the searchers found her near Rootslake the next day, collapsed in the remnants of a courtyard paved in white stone, holding a pale, translucent pebble with a symbol faintly etched into it. That night her left eye changed color and she could see things that she couldn’t before, but only if she closed her right eye. She wears the stone she was holding on a pendant.

Name: Nidhogg Midgardson, ( Goes by Agnar Lang )  Age: 1,000+ ; appears to be in his early thirties.  Occupation: Music teacher in the Hinterland outskirts of Idyllshire. He teaches both instrument and voice - and often has tutoring for those available. 

Alignment: True Neutral  Birthplace: Dravania / Coerthas (He’s long since forgotten the specifics) 

City-state of Residence: Idyllshire  Race: Great Wyrm / Takes the appearance of a Xaela Au Ra Hair: Hasn’t changed much over the years ; dark blue with a faded purple hue and long, droopy and soft spiked.  Eyes: Crimson ; semi clouded.  Skin: Pale purple, with obsidian scales.  Misc. Features: His horns are notably cracked or broken in some places, and the scars on his face and body in general are long faded - most people presume he was in a war of sorts and never asks; minus the odd person here and there.  Height: 8′5 ft ( 257 cm ) Nameday:  17th Sun of the 4th Umbral Moon Weapon proficiency: Still skilled with a bow and arrows. Claws and teeth as he shifts form, but he has not done this since the last Umbral Era when he was protecting his kin from the Calamity.  Spouses: (For sake of the AU I’ll list it as N/A, but I’m fairly certain Ratatoskr would be with him regardless) 

History: Nidhogg is the great wyrm as he is currently; yet faded from history long from his shade’s defeat on the Steps of Faith. He’s since done much in the name of being an “underground activist” to keep his lair - the Aery, and most of Dravania saved from mortal encroachment. Tho the place has been given careful care from the mortals, most creatures deigned from leaving the Mists and have closed off parts of the Forelands and Mists from mortal existence, and the palaces/lairs of the great wyrms from being turned into mortal entertainment areas. (Besides, everyone knows that “Moogles and dragon’s don’t exist!” Yet regardless their steps are cautious while traversing the national parks and sanctuaries.)

Now, at the grand age of... he can’t remember, but it’s a high number, he knows; Nidhogg had settled in the Hinterlands away from the busy, sprawling city of Idyllshire to enjoy the peace and quiet. The great wyrm’s taken to teaching children / teenagers / young adults at the local schools in the area and offers private lessons for those who want to pursue a musical career professionally. 

Age: Unknown (Appears 25)

Occupation: Professor of Eorzean History during the week, DJ on the weekend

Ailignment: Mortal, Magi (Archon)

Birthplace: Limsa Lominsa.

City-State of Residence: Until recently, Ul’Dah. Moving to Idyllshire due to a research grant that allows him more freedom.

Race: Hyuran, with perhaps a little Miqo’te blood in his ancestry.

Hair: Very pale white-blond

Eyes: Pale, clear blue

Skin: Tanned

Height: 5′9″-ish

Nameday: July 25th  (He actually doesn’t know, nor care. ‘sometime in the summer’ works well enough for him, but there’s paperwork which requires birthdates so.... that one works sell enough.)

Weapon Proficiency: Daggers. and poisons to be used on daggers. He’s dabbled with guns but finds them too noisy to be of much use.

Spouse: None. People come and go too rapidly for him to risk commitment.

History: As an Archon, Thancred always knew that he would live for an unbelievably long time - that he would watch the world grow and change around him, while he stayed permanently halted at twenty-five. He did not, however, expect it to be quite this long, and eventually had to make some adjustments to himself and his lifestyle in order to cope.

To that end, while he isn’t asocial, he’s not quite as outgoing as he once was and tends to keep to those few people he trusts, save when he’s DJing at a local nightclub - there he comes alive once more, and the Thancred of old makes a return as a lively and flirtatious master of mixing.

He has moved many, many times over the years, usually within Eorzea but once or twice venturing back to Sharlayan (and quickly quitting the place, because Eorzea, no matter how much it was changing, was still home.)