#syndara

Ohh boy howdy here we go.

Kadi: Toned a deep red color, Kadirayv has been described as “ruby skinned” and also “sunburnt lizard.” He tends to be a bit hot natured, liking the cold weather more than the heat. His skin is riddled with scars, the most noticeable being those found on his face, three deep claw marks running from temple to jawline. His coloration prevents people from seeing if he’s blushing, but he rarely blushes anyway. Other than his scars, his skin is smooth and clean, soft to the touch. As for his eyes, they are much like any other male Au Ra’s eyes. smaller, turned up at the end in a seemingly endless angry expression. However, the steel gray of his gaze always twinkle with untold jokes and the promise of a corny pick up line, the white ring around his eyes seems to enhance that twinkle at times. His eyelashes are thick and dark, not too long, but not too short either. His eyes are always alert, and if you look closely, you’ll see bags under them from many a sleepless night spent on patrol.

Syn: Her skin is a mild tan color from days spent out on the open sea and she enjoys the warmer temperatures, shying away from the cold whenever possible. She has her own fair share of scars, though most of hers can’t be seen by the regular passerby. She doesn’t blush too easy, instead often causing others to blush. Her skin is soft and silky, except for her hands where she has slight callouses from working on a ship. She takes great care not to let them get too rough though. Freckles are splashed across her cheekbones as well, though it may be hard to see them under the tan. Her eyes are alert, yet sultry, inviting you to follow her wherever she may go, do whatever she asks. One gold, one silver, her eyes dance and play, teasing all who get lost in them. Large eyes with the traditional cat like pupils, with long dark eyelashes to protect them.

Taj: Also tanned from working on a ship, Taj, much like his twin sister, enjoys the warmer temperatures over the cold. He has fewer scars though, the most notable being that on his shoulder, a large ropey one from a dangerous spear thrust. The poor man blushes at the slightest provocation, tan skin turning a deep red more than he’d like it too. Freckles and soft skin, but his hands are rough and calloused heavily. His eyes are mismatched as well, one gold, one silver, but instead of a playful dance, his is one of nervousness. Large eyes dart about, and struggle to hold another’s gaze. He uses his dark eyelashes as a veil, but don’t get the wrong idea. It may take this seafarer a while to warm up to people, but once he does, you’ll find that in his eyes lies the same fiery temper as Syndara, and a fierce determination to better himself. 

Zelshane: My dirty son, is just that. Dirty. He lives under the canopy of the Shroud, so his skin is pale. He dislikes both the heat and the cold, liking the crisp autumn or spring weather that’s somewhere in between. He does have scars, though they are only few, most small ones from his antics in the trees, only a few are actually from battles. His skin isn’t exactly soft, since he doesn’t take that great care of himself, but his skin is clear, thanks to some genetic miracle. When he blushes, you can see it easily, his skin turning to a bright shade of red when he is angry or embarrassed. His eyes are a light blue, almost storm gray color, with light colored eyelashes that frame them nicely. He got plenty of sleep, so no bags, just maybe some dirt and mud from the days hunts. Don’t worry, he does take baths, 2-3 times a week, so he’s not always covered in grime.

Wheel of Fortune: Does your muse believe in luck?

18. Things they’ll never admit.

Kadi: Kadirayv won’t ever admit how much his lack of education upsets him. He was stolen from his homeland as a young boy, and grew up as a thief, and finally took up arms in defense of the Brume as a young adult. The only things he knows are weapons and physical labor. He’s only just now learning to read and write, and has to pay or convince someone to write his letters for him if they are too long. At the very least he has to have someone help him. He hates it, but he can’t afford to go to a school, so he has to pick up things here and there.

Syn: She’ll never admit to how much certain things scare her. And I don’t mean like, fights or enemies or even things like insects or heights. She’s scared of the things she can’t see or handle. Like her mind. Her past was traumatic and she’ll never admit to just how much it scarred her mentally. And her personal journey. She’s scared of how hard it will be and that she won’t live long enough to make it to the person that she wants to be.

Taj: Taj is a nervous fellow, and isn’t that great at keeping secrets. If pressed enough he’ll admit to just about anything. The only place he has a nice level of confidence is at sea. To be a part of a pirate crew is routine, and in routine he is calm. The one thing he’ll never admit to, no matter where he is at, is the fact that he once despised his sister. Was jealous, even. She’s always been braver, stronger, more action driven. A born leader, not scared of anything cause she always had the brains to overcome it. Taj is the opposite. And though now he has nothing but love and support for Syndara, he still holds his old secret close to his heart.

Zelshane: Zelshane doesn’t keep much to himself, mostly because he doesn’t know how. The Coeurlclaws that raised him are a rowdy bunch, and their King knows everything, but luckily for him, the King didn’t care for the midlander. Zelshane will never admit to being scared of leaving the Coeurlclaws. He knows eventually he’ll have to, but he doesn’t know how he’ll survive without them. They’re all he’s ever known and loved, having to leave them will utterly destroy him.

Kadi: The tall Au Ra looks down at you with a small smirk. He takes one step closer, so close that you would be able to catch the faint scent of some sort of cologne on him that’s almost being drowned out by the smell of stone and snow. “Ever thought of trying to convince a priest, a weaver, and a teacher to join you and your beloved in the bedroom?” He pauses for a second for you to get the image in your head. Long arms are lifted out to the side in a grand gesture as he throws back his head and laughs, wild hair blowing in the wind. Pushing up the sleeves of his lengthy coat, he nods in answer to your perplexed look. “Aye, it’s not as easy as sounds, but let me tell you a secret-” he leans in close, “it was easier to get the priest to join in than the other two.” His roarous laughter fills the air once more as he recalls the outrageous night. Booze, music, and a smokey room that smelled of sex and sweat. The large bed could scarcely hold the five of them but they made it work. And they put in work too. “I like to use that story to describe my love life, it’s not one I’ll ever forget,” Kadirayv added, nodding joyfully.

Syn: A golden tail flicks you lightly on the fingers, causing you to look down. Though you would quickly look back up as hot breath caressed your neck. You would be able to feel her lips barely brushing your skin as she spoke into your collarbone. “Why so curious, huh?” The words are but a sensual whisper into your ear, tail teasing you on any skin she can find: ankle, fingers, knees. Slender hands that belied her strength gripped your shoulder and spun you around to face her. Blonde hair with white tips and blackened ears greeted you and you adjust your gaze to her striking mismatched eyes. Fangs, the remnants of lost Keeper blood in her Seeker veins, glisten in the dying light. “No woman could make me’s moan like me first. She knew all tha righ’ places, all tha righ’ motions,” her voice drops into a mock gasp and her hands run up the length of her own body, causing your eyes to follow them over the soft mounds of her breasts and the subtle curves of her hips. Her eyes flutter close, remembering. Suddenly, she opens her eyes and winks. “Bu’ I’m always down ta let a pretty girl try!”

Kadi: Himself. Kadirayv refused to answer any questions about himself. The poor guy puts on a very confident front, but he’s really insecure and doesn’t wanna burden anyone with his troubles and he doesn’t feel like he deserves praise for any of his good deed. Most people can’t even tell you what his favorite color is. He hasn’t even told anyone what his homeland or parents were like. 

Syn: The tough girl has very little she refuses to speak about, but there is one. The nature of the scars that run right along her V lines. They’re deep and ropey, and from a time in her past that she prefers forget. They’re highly noticeable, but if the woman she’s in bed with at the time asks about them, you can bet your arse the woman won’t be in her bed any longer.

Taj: This one is tougher cause Taj in general doesn’t socialize much. Or rather, he’ll /go out/ but he won’t actively speak a whole lot since he gets nervous really easily. That being said, if he does start talking, there’s nothing he won’t talk about. He’s always eager to learn a new thing, or happy to find common ground with whoever he’s speaking with. He’s willing to talk about his past, his future, his dreams. He’s very open about everything, including that chocobo he passed in Limsa who was very sea sick. Why a horsebird is on a boat, he may never know.

Shane: Zelshane has very bad social skills in that he doesn’t pick up on social ques very well. He doesn’t know when to stop; except for when it comes to magicks. He gets very antsy if someone brings up magicks. He’s not /opposed/ to it persay, but it’s almost as if he’s had one too many bad experiences with the art. Be it healing or otherwise. He doesn’t understand it, so chooses to not talk about it.

Kadi: The ruby Au Ra shrugs his shoulders, a small smile on his lips. “Of course! Though I haven’t had a proper,” he lifts his hands up in air quotes, “’official’ partner in some time, it’s only natural to dream of them. Just like I dreamt of her before I had her, I dreamt of her when I was with her.” His shoulder lift again. “Nowadays I just dream of the one nighters I catch,” he chuckles.

Syn: The blonde runs a hand through her hair and nods. Her eyes droop and her jaw stretches in a yawn, “Aye, I reckon I ‘ave. Don’ know if’n I can recall any o’ em fer ye, bu’ I ‘ave. I ain’ ‘ad too many partners tha’ stuck around bu’ tha few tha’ did fer a bit, I dreamt o’ em. Bu’ I ain’ ready ta settle so I’m conten’ wit me dreams o’ tha beautiful women I see in tha streets, aye?” She yawns once more before turning away with a final remark. “I reckon I’ll dream o’ someone pretty tonight too.”

Syndara: Cocking her head to the side, Syn sets her drink down. Eyeing you warily she asks, “You tryna hire me, or sommat? Cause I ain’ averse ta it, bu’ I don’ reckon I’d jus’ kill anyone. Like ye can’ jus’ say ‘Oi Syn slit tha’ one’s throat cause ‘e looked at me wrong. Ya get wha’ I’m gettin’ at?”

Taj: The golden haired Miqo’te crossed his legs, fingering the hilt of his pistol. “I do wha’ I ‘ave ta. Tha’s all I’ll be sayin’ on tha’ matter,” he mumbles quietly.