#rawkin asks

I would say Rawkins biggest flaw emotionally would either be his overwillingness to trust people quickly, or need to go beyond reasonable lengths to help his friends, to the point of putting himself in danger or exhausting his resources. Physically I would say Rawkin’s biggest flaw would be his fire aether. His body is overflowing with fire aspected aether, and it’s what gives him his natural pyromantic powers, but under regular conditions he lacks all other elements of aether inside of his body, requiring crystals to perform any other magic.

11. Rawkin can be forced into a rage pretty easily by three things, 1. pirates. 2. people casually talking about the Ala Mhigan war like it was an obvious mistake that could have been easily avoided. 3. Someone openly threatening or attacking his friends, though especially Elysica, Marah, or any of the babies in his life (Set’s twins, Keh’a, or Tamara).

12. Of all his abilities, I think Rawkin would refuse to give up his command over his aether. He could relearn his artisan’s skills, but it’s his control over his aether that keeps the fire aspected aether filling his body in check.

Never been less turned on | Ugh no | I’d give you a try | Yes, yes, YES | I’M READY NOW DAMMIT (somewhere between those two)

Grinning over at the bartender as they discussed the latest wave of news coming out of the port. As Alice made her way over to him, he pulled his attention away from the bartender over to the source of the voice, “Oh sure lass, I can...” Rawkin blinks as he sees what Alice is and isn’t wearing. “I-uh...left mah measurin tape at home, yah wanna come with me?” He smirks and winks before dropping some gil on the counter for his drink.

Rawkin walks over to his large L-shaped desk in the smithy that served as his office and living storage space and counter all in one, having just returned from his daily morning outing to gather more ore for the smithy’s supply. After tugging off the heavy leather coat he wore whenever he went mining, he moved around to the back and pulls open a drawer, pulling out a water shard and lifting it to his fiery hair, he activates the aether inside to drench his hair and send the water rolling down the back of his neck. Grabbing up a towel, he dries the mane and runs a finger through it tugging it back and releasing a light puff of fire aether to give it the volume he normally has. It wasn’t until he opened his eyes after this that he noticed the tiny bucket with the flask and the letter.

Reaching out, he pulls it closer to himself before picking up the letter. 

“I made you something to say thanks for all the breakfasts. I’ve actually had some fun hanging around with you. And you’re a pain in the ass. Can you guess the lie this time? Hint: They’re all truths.”

Smiling and shaking his head, the reference to them playing two lies and a truth the other night made it obvious as to who it was from. Lifting the flask up out of the bucket as well, the metal was a cold as the hills of Coerthas, thanks to the multitude of ice shards. Licking his lips, he unscrews the cap. Lifting it to his lips and taking a small sip, his eyebrows bump up. He pulls the flask from his lips, looking at it. Damn, that wasn’t just not bad, that was delicious. He’d have to ask the bartender in training what it was when next he saw her, hopefully it would be soon.

F- Favorite Song?  Rawkin’s favorite song would be an Eorzean equivalent of “Red is the Rose.” Maybe someday I’ll rewrite the lyrics myself and post it, or play it at the Gilded Pony Cabaret.

I - Favorite Ice Cream Flavor? Rolanberry. It’s also his favorite flavor of cake icing.

G - Grade I hated? Well... Rawkin technically didn’t go to school with grades, but he hated the beginning teachings of Goldsmithing after spending years at the Blacksmith and Armorer’s guilds, having to restrain the strength behind his blows. Though it was a lesson he hated at first, it is now part of his everyday life and something he impresses the importance of regularly to his apprentice @imarah-jhin, controlling your strength.

H - Hometown? Rawkin was born in a hotel in the seedier corner of the great city of Ala Mhigo, capital of Gyr Abania.

T - Time you woke up? Rawkin tends to wake up around 7am Eorzean to head out to mine new ore to replace what he had used the previous day, or whatever stock he’s lowest of at the time.

VISUAL ATTRACTIVENESS: 💗💗💗💗(purely aesthetic appreciation of looks)

FRIENDSHIP LEVEL: 💗💗💗💗💗 Maximum (craft friends are best friends)(how close a friend they consider them)

SEXUAL DESIRE: 💗💗💗 (wanting to have sex with them)

ROMANTIC INTENT: 💗💗💗 (hoping for a romantic relationship)

unakite:what my muse's ideal pet would be?

I think that Rawkin’s Ideal pet would be some sort of Canine, but as I’m not a huge fan of how they portray wolves in game, I’d shy away from that in canon. Short of that, the best answer I can think of is a Salamander, something that can flourish in the heat of his forge without getting in the way in the workshop.

If you snuck in my room I would:

[] Go back to sleep

[] Kick you out

[x] Have rough sex with you

[x] Cuddle with you

[] Be like wtf?

[x] Let you sleepover

[] Beat your ass

If you kissed me I would:

[x] Kiss you back

[] Smile & laugh

[]Push you away

[] Be shocked

[] Slap you

You are:

[x] Cute

[] Adorable

[x] Pretty

[] Beautiful

[] Okay

[] Sexy

[] Hotass Motherfucker

[]askjdgfjIf

[] Ew

If you asked me out I would say:

[]No

[x]Yes

[]HOLY MOTHER OF GOD, YES

Can we cuddle?

[]No thank you

[x]Yes please

Sex?

[]No thank you

[x]Yes please

[]Now. Right now. My bed. Hurry.