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If you have access to this page, that means I trust you to use my OCs in whatever fashion you want to for screenshots. I do have a few basic rules to follow with this, but generally just ask me before doing something if you're not sure. I'm pretty open to stuff if it's not apparent by the amount of completely unhinged shit I post.The rules of engagement:
Don't give this link to other people. It's unlisted and nonsensically named for a reason. Only I give this link out.
Don't create lore for them without asking. Non-canon stuff is fine, but at the end of the day they are my OCs to write the lore for.
If you're doing NSFW, clicking a character's name below will open a page with a list of preferences and favorites you can peruse for ideas. There are a few hard no objections that I have, that reflect on all my OCs, and those primarily include gore, scat, watersports, and blood. If you're unsure, ask before you do it. As a general rule I'd say anything relatively tame should be fine, it's just when you get into more extreme or niche kinks where I might say no to something.
It should go without saying, and if I gave you the link I already assume (and hope) this is a non-issue, but 18+ only, and only characters that are adults. No lalafells, no underage nonsense. No twins, no Ryne, no Gaia. None of that.
Noah himself is bonded to my RP partner. While he is still available for NSFW and SFW, don't try shipping him or doing anything expressly romantic. Basically, don't be weird.
This last one is purely specific to Oan, and to some extent Neph. Both are shards of Noah, from the first and ninth respectively. My only additional ask with these two is that you respect where they're from. In other words, if you pose with Oan, it needs to be somewhere on the First. If you pose with Neph, ideally in the Dome but generally all of Tural is fine.
MDCF and PCP files are provided for their hero outfits and nude models (both flaccid and erect OR vagina and strap-on, depending on the character).MDCF files are great if you just want to take one-off shots with me, or just want a quick in to using a preset of my blorbos. Ya'll know how these work. If you prefer the simplicity of MDCF files and want something specific that isn't here (say a specific outfit perhaps for SFW, or chastity or something for NSFW), you can just message me. OR, if you're feeling bold...PCP files offer near-full flexibility to those who want to do continuous posing with one of my OCs and need/want to dress them up for shots. You just download the file and load it into Penumbra as you would a mod. That will create a Penumbra Collection, a Glamourer Design, and a C+ profile (if needed) for the OC on your client, identical to the ones I use everyday! From there you can just apply all of that to an actor, either via Ktisis or Brio, and have full control of them just as I do! Unlike an MDCF, this hands you the files and data in an editable form. That means you can dress them with no issue (vanilla and modded clothes!), you can turn on animations in their Penumbra profile for videos or for easier posing, or even just mess around in their C+ profiles to see how they're tweaked! The only thing these files do not do is unpack the individual mods for you, everything else operates just as if you made it yourself.
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Naoh'li Awandah
| Race/Clan | Miqo'te, Keeper of the Moon |
| Nameday | 17th Sun of the Third Umbral Moon |
| Age | 30 |
| Height | 5'5" |
| Sexuality | Gay, Aromantic |
| Religion | The Twelve, claims Thaliak as his deity. |
| Occupation | Former Venue Manager/Photographer, Bar Owner |
| Nicknames | Noah, "The Death of Flame" |
BackstoryNaoh'li was born to the harsh realities of Keeper life. The third male of his line, he was not seen as a gift from Menphina, but an inconvenience to the future of his family.. An extra mouth to feed.. an extra kit to protect. For this fact, he knows only one thing of his family: They chose to abandon him rather than carry the burden his existence would shoulder upon them. His first real memories--at least those that he can recall--are of him already old enough to fend for himself, living a life of thievery and deceit in the streets of Ul'dah.This rough, solitary life as a child molded him as he grew, and the cutthroat mercantilism of the desert city shaped his goals for success. By the time he had come of age, no means were beneath him to survive: Thievery, bullying, manipulation.. whatever would provide his next meal, his next bit of shelter for the night. In time, one particular method stuck with him. It was more than profitable, providing him shelter, clothing, food, anything his heart could desire... and it latched onto the insecurity of his loneliness: He had begun to sell himself as a court upon the streets to merchants and travelers, and it became a fixation to fill the void he had ignored in his life.Time has passed, however, and through myriad tales - better told from his own mouth - he has risen above his street life, securing a home to call his own and people around him who care and support him. Still, though he may appear refined on his exterior, it's hard to shake an entire childhood of reckless, dubious behaviors...PersonalityNaoh'li is well-intentioned, if not overly mischievous in his behaviors. He'll do anything - and then some - to achieve his means. Despite this, he has learned to have respect for his mutuals and peers, and is careful not to deceive or bring intentional harm unto them. Because of his past, he tends to prefer the more common name "Noah," to his true name.He is currently in a committed relationship, but there is mutual trust that both he and his partner may explore, should it be their desire. Naoh'li is extremely picky about his choice to explore this, choosing to open up only to those that he believes will not take advantage of the situation or try to undermine the relationship he has.HooksObscure & Arcane Knowledge / Brewing / Distilling / Cooking / Dancing
Naoh'li Awandah
| Race/Clan | Miqo'te, Keeper of the Moon |
| Sexuality | Gay, Aromantic |
| Position | Vers, Preferred Bottom |
| Dom / Sub | Switch, Preferred Sub |
| Personality | People Pleaser |
| Turn-ons | Bluntness, Physicality, Teasing |
| Turn-offs | Cheesy Pick-up Lines, Catcalling |
"You wanna fuck me? Sure, but don't you dare stop until you're pumping blanks, mister. You wouldn't want to disappoint such a needy, hungry kitten like me, would you? Good. Now drop your pants, and give it to me nice and rough."
Sexual PersonalityNoah is the kind of person who likes it straight... well, gay, but up-front. You gotta be somewhat close to him nowadays to get into his pants, but if you are and you want in them? Just ask him. It's really that simple. Skip the flirting and the theatrics and just tell the man you wanna stuff him. He'll bite. He'll flirt. He'll fuck you dry and then probably keep going just out of shared delirium. He's just not the kind to stop at one.
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Oan-Tatch
| Race/Clan | Mystel |
| Nameday | Unknown |
| Age | Unknown |
| Height | 5'6" |
| Sexuality | Gay |
| Religion | None |
| Occupation | Mercenary |
| Nicknames | "The Impenitent" |
BackstoryIn an alternate timeline where Naoh'li found himself tied up in the accidental calling of the Scions to the First, a portion of the miqo'te's corruption would find its way through the rift, latching onto the closest soul it could find to retain its lust for aether. Oan-Tatch would find himself the unfortunate--or perhaps fortunate--bearer of this corruption Naoh'li had unleashed upon himself on the Source. This corruption, whatever its true nature may be, was staying the corruption of light that had plagued Oan for months. Though he did not find himself recovering from the agony of the light-aspected aether surging through his body, neither did it seem to be worsening.Years would pass, and the conflicting corruptions would continue to ravage at Oan, marring his body with deep scars and discoloring his skin. While he did not seem to be succumbing to the light as any other would, the aetheric imbalance did still seem to be influencing his outward appearance. The unfortunate reality of this outward transformation was apparent. Whispers and hushed cries followed his every move, people avoided the mystel for fear that he would turn on them at any moment, and so he eventually retreated to the only place he knew "safe" for those afflicted with his curse: The Inn at Journey's Head. It was here he would take guard for the camp, protecting the weak and those who watched over them, until one day a curious individual claiming to be the Warrior of Darkness stumbled into camp.Time carried on, and the Warrior of Darkness came and went, having saved the First from two ends, leaving the light-battered mystel behind. That was not before the two forged a mysterious bond, which each unsure of what had drawn them to the other. As the light faded from Norvrandt, so too did it seemingly recede from the body of Oan, albeit without the help of the magicks that the Warrior of Darkness's team had aided in discovering to treat such afflictions. Even his original appearance slowly began to return as the light disappeared, but with this seeming normalcy beget new issues.. something clawed at Oan from the inside, slowly eating away at his very being, making him ever weaker.Still, he had made a promise to the Warrior of Darkness, and turned over a new leaf to wander the world, telling of his heroic deeds. With his newfound bow and lute safely packed, the weakened mystel wandered the lands, sharing the unseen details of the Warrior's heroics with one and all...PersonalityOan is a very gruff, no-nonsense individual. His demeanor reflects his life's experiences, and he has little empathy to show to anyone outside of the Inn.HooksThe Warrior of Darkness / Storytelling / The Light / Alchemy / The Sinbound / Medicine
Oan-Tatch
| Race/Clan | Mystel, Partial Sin-Eater |
| Sexuality | Gay |
| Position | Top |
| Dom / Sub | Dominant |
| Personality | Self-Serving, Taunting |
| Turn-ons | Exhibition, Submissive Behaviors |
| Turn-offs | Any Sort of Dominance |
"We're all sinners... Why not indulge in the end? Let yourself be free.. let yourself be mine. I'll show you what it means to truly sin. Just submit to me, and I'll bathe you in that unholy light to reveal your darkest desires..."
Sexual PersonalityOan's personality has fully been shaped by his near-death experience, and the nature of the First in itself. He's not afraid of taboo, and he is happy to take what he wants. A night with Oan is a night of rough, self-indulgent pleasure. He'll make sure you enjoy it, too, of course, provided you're willing to do everything he asks of you... provided he does ask of you, and simply doesn't take his fill.
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Qih'to Tayuun
| Race/Clan | Miqo'te, Keeper of the Moon |
| Nameday | 12th Day of the First Astral Moon |
| Age | 27 |
| Height | 5'3" |
| Sexuality | Pansexual |
| Religion | Menphina, The Lover |
| Occupation | Alchemist, Painter |
| Nicknames | "The Violet Shroud" |
BackstoryStories tell of a mysterious individual that wanders the lands, spreading the gift of euphoric sleep through his wares. None should tell of his name, or his race, or even the features of his face though, for they never remember their encounters with this dealer of dreams and desire. Some claim he is but a story, told by drunkards and those too deep in their herbs and drugs. Others say he is a harbinger, a warning of impending death. Only a few speak in hushed whispers of a real individual behind the moniker of "The Violet Shroud," but those who do dare not speak the truth of who the individual is. To hear them say it, "To speak of his truths is to recieve his final gift: That of sleep eternal."Qih'to was a close childhood friend of Noah's, born into the streets of Ul'dah himself on much a similar path to that of his red-haired counterpart. Very little separated the two children, save for that of their physique and their.. methods for acquiring what they needed. Where Naoh'li was a fan of stealing and manipulating the world for his needs, Qih'to.. or Qih, as they were at the time, was the shrewd little businesswoman. She would often take from Naoh'li's spoils to barter it back to the very merchants the other had stolen from, often at a profit to what even the merchant would have made from the item. Such behavior both amused and perturbed Noah deeply; One on hand, he was impressed at the other's skill, but at the same time annoyed that his own spoils had been taken from him.As the two matured, so did their friendly rivalry. Qih started to learn the arts of alchemy, and in time learned the appropriate skills to aid themselves in becoming the Qih'to we know today. His transition was as much for his own wants and comfort as it was to further his ambitions. Though there were the greats like Rowena, and that shrewd little lalafellin woman that worked for the Scions, many of those running empires were men. It made sense to Qih'to that, if he were truly to outdo Noah, he would simply need to 'play with the boys,' as it were. At least, that's the story he'll tell to annoy the other miqo'te. Truly, the choice was made for him, and him alone.Nowadays, although partnered with Noah's criminal enterprise, Qih'to spends much of his time running his own ambitions overseas in Tural with his bodyguard, Brati. He'll answer the call of his boss when asked, albeit sometimes reluctantly, and always with a catch.PersonalityQih'to would claim to be Noah's opposite in every way, objecting to the very idea that he may be like the other miqo'te, but in reality they share a lot in common. Both are free-spirited individuals, living a life in the shadows, looking at the rule of law as a simple hindrance to their greater good. In contrast of Noah, however, Qih'to tends to be much more shrewd and businesslike in their approach to their wealth. Whereas Noah steals, Qih'to provides. A people pleaser to the last, Qih'to will provide what is asked.. for the right price, of course.Qih'to is fully pansexual and polyamorous, not looking for a life bound to another, perhaps due to past failings with someone close to them. They've been known to have flings with their bodyguard and many of their clients, and often carries along a selection of concotions meant to 'heighten the experience.'HooksAlchemy / Painting / Travelling / Sex
Qih'to Tayuun
| Race/Clan | Miqo'te, Keeper of the Moon |
| Sexuality | Pansexual |
| Position | Vers |
| Dom / Sub | Switch, Preferred Dom |
| Personality | Tease |
| Turn-ons | Showing-off, Taunting |
| Turn-offs | Catcalling, Rudeness |
"Oh, you wanna to show ME a good time, big boy? How about I show you one instead. I've got a special elixir right here.. drink it first, then I'll show you what a real man can do. You'll cum harder than you ever have, or that elixir is free. That's my satisfaction guarantee..."
Sexual PersonalityQih'to is a tease in every sense of the word. A crude businessman, he knows exactly what to say to get what he wants.. and sometimes to get things before you even realize what's happening. Don't be surprised if he has a bottle or two of mystery elixirs on hand for an evening of fun.. and just trust whats in them. He won't hurt you, but you might not remember who was in the bed with you the next morning.
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Baltzar Rehw-Setlas
| Race/Clan | Viera, Rava |
| Nameday | 17th Sun of the Fifth Umbral Moon |
| Age | 121 |
| Height | 5'9" |
| Sexuality | Pansexual |
| Religion | Aw'lixi the Dreamer |
| Occupation | Hunter / Warder |
| Nicknames | Bal, Flopsy, "The Green Eye" |
BackstoryBeing a wood-warder is not a choice that a male Viera makes, and Baltzar had no qualms in fulfilling his responsibilities to the Wood. Tales of Eorzea speak of how Viera males devote themselves wholly to this course and how they are a rarity to be seen, and this is true. The tales fall flat on the truth of what happens in the shadows where these male Rava lurk, however. At least within his village and those surrounding, the males have come to relish their time in the trees, creating games of sport with one another to hone their skills. Most of these involve tracking and hunting each other, covering your own tracks, trying to ambush the others before you are ambushed yourself.These hunts were just that, sport. Practice for guarding the woods.. Baltzar took a particular enjoyment in them though, and because of this found himself in a situation that would cause him to leave the wood for the wider world. In these travels he would discover how little he knew of things outside the forest, and meet a Miqo'te by the name of Naoh'li. In exchange for knowledge of the world and money to fund his travels, Baltzar would serve as a loyal aide to the miqo'te's tasks. Be it protecting others, running more basic chores, or aiding as an accomplice to his less lawful schemes, Baltzar is glad to serve. Still, loyal to his role, he is ever-drawn back to the Wood. The luxury of the shadows is that no-one truly knows if you've left..PersonalityBaltzar is a very straight, matter-of-fact individual, who lives seemingly in-tune with nature itself. Be it the jungle or the Shroud, he takes his self-sworn oath to be a guardian seriously, sometimes to the detriment of those around him. On occasions that he does leave the woods for more civilized settings, he makes his best attempt to fit in naturally, though his mannerisms and knowledge of civilized culture oft tend to betray him.Baltzar is single, though still pining for his faraway friend in the Jungle. At times he is known to smuggle himself onto a boat back to the Near East, sneaking into Golmore just to see him.. amongst other things. While the two share a bond, Baltzar ultimately tends to let desire lead him headlong, and it is not unusual to find himself waking up beside strangers.HooksNature / Dreams / "The Warder's Hunt" / Cooking
Baltzar Rehw-setlas
| Race/Clan | Viera, Rava |
| Sexuality | Pansexual |
| Position | Top |
| Dom / Sub | Soft Dom |
| Personality | Soft-Spoken Master |
| Turn-ons | Competition, Taunting, Brattiness |
| Turn-offs | Pushovers, Laziness |
"You wanted me to bare myself, did you not? Here I am. Now, kneel... do as I ask, and you shall be rewarded. Disobey, and I will make you crave me until you DO listen."
Sexual PersonalityBal is soft-spoken even in his normal personality, but in sex it takes on an entirely different tone. Smooth, firm commands roll from his lips. A whisper of compliance across your ear. Bal sees his partner as prey to be played with, and he expects his plaything obedient.He also truly enjoys the "hunts" he partook of with his fellow warders, where they would hunt each other, and the winner would dominate the other. Ask him about one...
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Motokawa-no-sokushi
| Race/Clan | Au Ra, Raen |
| Nameday | 11th Sun of the First Astral Moon |
| Age | 36 |
| Height | 5'1" |
| Sexuality | Bisexual |
| Religion | Unknown |
| Occupation | Assassin |
| Nicknames | Sokushi, "The Flame's Kiss" |
BackstoryAmongst the Spectral Flame, Sokushi takes the award for being the most mysterious of the organization. Not even Noah knows anything of her past, her ambitions, or her personal desires. Her hire was simply one of need and chance: He needed someone for a job, Baltzar discovered her, and after defusing a potentially lethal encounter, he convinced Sokushi to take the job. Her performance exceeded expectation, Noah offered her a position in the organization. He states that it was solely because he was impressed in her work, but the look on his face would also tell one of fear. One thing is clear: Motokawa-no-Sokushi is not one to be crossed.PersonalitySokushi is a firecracker of an individual, generally showing a bubbly, friendly personality to those who she crosses on the day to day. In reality though, that couldn't be further from the truth. Almost the polar opposite to Brati, behind the bubbles and joy lies a brutal individual who would fell anyone in front of her in a heartbeat, and never bat an eye as she cleaned her blade.
Motokawa-no-sokushi
| Race/Clan | Au Ra, Raen |
| Sexuality | Bisexual |
| Position | Vers |
| Dom / Sub | Preferred Dom |
| Personality | Taskmaster |
| Turn-ons | Risk-Takers, Bluntness |
| Turn-offs | Playing it Safe, Being Timid |
"Oh, babe... just shut up and take off your pants already. Nope, I said shut up. If the mouth needs to move, I can give it something to work on instead. Now, lets see what you've got down there for me to work with..."
Sexual PersonalitySokushi is as fearsome in the sack as she is in the field. She is the kind of girl to take what she wants, so you better be ready for the girl to go until she is satisfied, and don't you dare think that you can finish and leave before she does. If you're taking her to the bedroom, you better finish the job.
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Bratithgar Bodhanasch
| Race/Clan | Hrothgar, Helion |
| Nameday | 23rd Sun of the Fifth Umbral Moon |
| Age | 37 |
| Height | 6'10" |
| Sexuality | Bisexual |
| Religion | Unknown |
| Occupation | Bodyguard |
| Nicknames | Brati |
BackstoryBratithgar is a man of much mystery in the land of Xak Tural. Not much is known, other than that he is not native to the New World, speaking of a lost homeland and an escape from his past. What is known is that where he travels, a curious purple-haired miqo'te stands often in his shadow, his blade at the ready to protect his charge. Perhaps this miqo'te is the rumored face behind the mystique of "The Violet Shroud," and he is the silencer of those who would reveal such a truth.PersonalityBratithgar is a no-nonsense individual of few spoken words, often making his thoughts known simply through a myriad of gruff noises and his imposing posture. To hear it from the miqo'te in his care though, the hrothgar has a fun and humorous side, with a hearty laugh that could make even the broodiest of individuals smile. One would never be able to imagine this, though, given the stark contrast between this claim and the reality of the stoic, silent beast that looms over him as he speaks it.
Bratithgar Bodhanasch
| Race/Clan | Hrothgar, Helion |
| Sexuality | Gay |
| Position | Top |
| Dom / Sub | Switch |
| Personality | Gentle Giant |
| Turn-ons | Sensual Touch, Smaller Statures |
| Turn-offs | Strong Personalities |
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Sexual PersonalityBrati doesn't say much, but he'll gladly let you play with what he has to offer all the same. Often times he's the gentle sort, just sitting back and enjoying as you take your way with him.. but get him too worked up, and the feral side might come out. If it does... well... just hold on tight and plan to not walk right for a bit.
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Nephrite
| Race/Clan | ??? (Miqo'te Appearance) |
| Nameday | ??? |
| Age | 22 |
| Height | 5'6" |
| Sexuality | Gay |
| Religion | Unknown |
| Occupation | Show Fighter |
| Nicknames | Neph, "Hell's Hound" |
Backstory"The speed demon of Solution Nine, the fiery upstart who's swift as flame and sharp as ice, Hell's Hound!"
- Meten, Arcadion AnnouncerThe Arcadion shines once more as a beacon of entertainment for the citizens of Solution Nine, and while the main show on display might be the rise of the hero who felled the rogue King of Reason and now challenges the Arcadion itself without a regulator to protect him, there are other shows that the venue has to offer. One such show is a set of mounted battles, and Nephrite is forging his own path to the top in the scene. His unique talent of being able to dual wield from the back of his bike, all while maintaining control and unleashing devestating attacks, leaves his opponents often stunned and quickly felled in any match he faces.Can he make it to the top of the mounted circuit? Does he face the same challenges that the hero is uncovering in his own explorations of the Arcadion? Will the two ever cross paths? Only time will tell...PersonalityNephrite is a bit of a prankster and a brat, marching to the beat of his own drum and taking full advantage of the benefits of life with a regulator. Even in the turmoil swirling around the city after the loss of their queen and their supply of souls, Nephrite balks at the idea of true death, believing his success will guarantee him a lion's share of the supply that remains.
Nephrite
| Race/Clan | ??? (Miqo'te Appearance) |
| Sexuality | Gay |
| Position | Vers, Preferred Top |
| Dom / Sub | Preferred Dom, Bratty Sub |
| Personality | Mouthy Brat |
| Turn-ons | Competition, Adventurous Personalities |
| Turn-offs | Playing It Safe |
"Think you can keep up with me? I like to live on the edge, try new things, ya get me? Maybe I can try you on for size, if you catch my drift..."
Sexual PersonalityNephrite will run his mouth until it gets him in trouble, but in sex it is mostly just going to be praising how nice whatever hole he is planted in feels. He got the freaky adventure parts of Noah, turned up to 11, so some of his ideas are.. unconventional, to say the least, but you'll have fun with him.For the right people, he might even bottom. Don't expect him to behave, though, it's gonna be begrudgingly at best, and you'll have to put him in his place.
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About MeJust call me Noah. Is that my real name? Nope. Do you need to know my real name? Also nope. I am just a lil aroace, enby, genderfluid mess of a human being that doesn't know what they want. I have made a lot of blorbos at this point, and I really like showing them off and telling people about them, and putting them in hypothetical, lore accurate situations to build their lore out. Beyond that? I'm a music geek, and I like to describe myself as a 'social cactus.' I will fully admit that I am a bit hard to carry a conversation with and I can be a bit prickly in how blunt I am. I apologize in advance if you try to talk to me, but I also just like myself as I am and I will continue to be prickly.OOC DisclaimerI am not my characters, nor are my characters me. They have their own personalities and quirks - not always good ones - but those are indicative of the behaviors of my characters, not necessarily definitive of my personality or nature. Depending on where you interact with me in-game, you may be getting the lore-accurate version of my blorbo, or you may just be getting straight-up me. Chances are if you run into me in content, it's the latter. I'll usually have my RP tag on if I am in full on RP mode, and probably with friends who I'm already RPing with.I will only roleplay with other adults. Full stop. The majority of my public-facing roleplay is SFW, but I still want to be able to express the characters to their full extent without feeling the need to censor myself or work around interactions with minors. There's just no scenario where I feel comfortable speaking with you if you are a minor. Not sorry.Writing StyleI generally prefer longer writing, usually responding in a paragraph during interactions. With that said, responses will vary greatly in length depending on the roleplay. Sometimes I will write more conversationally, and you will only get as much as my character has to say. Sometimes, you will get multi-paragraph responses, if the need is there. Rather than confine myself to a box of "I write specifically this length," I tailor the length to what I feel is the appropriate response to the scenario at hand. Sometimes that will be very short. Sometimes that will be very long. Usually it's a paragraph, just out of courtesy.
Tales of the flames
Tales of the First
Tales of the Fighter
A Finale, Fantastic
"Riders, take your positions!"The voice of the Milalla was boisterous as ever, riling the crowd into a frenzy before the competition had ever begun. On the track, the fighters waved to their raucous fans, putting on a spectacle all their own. On the surface, all seemed normal, but beneath it all the riders knew this could be their last chance at normalcy.The racing division of the Arcadion had always played second string to the main fighting stage, both due to reasons of popularity and practicality. The riders had hoped the return of the Arcadion in the wake of Zoraal Ja's death would see new interest in their corner of the showcase, but tales of a soulless champion effortlessly climbing the light-heavyweight tier had not only dashed their hopes, but seen the chairman decide to devote all resources into the main stage. This was to be the final performance the riders would put on, possibly forever, if the claims of the champion's terms were to be believed. Meten, for his kindness, had at least bargained for this final show to be a true spectacle: A battle royale of all the remaining performers in one grand race, to crown a single, true champion of the racing division.Nephrite leaned into his air-wheeler, revving the engine with his usual theatrical flair. The flames on his electrope helm flared in sync with each roar of the machine. His eyes were fixated squarely on the track before him; He knew the course intimately, and in a battle of speed it was no secret none could contest him. This was not to be simply a race, though.For the battle royale finale, it had been decided they would lean into the combat aspect of their performance. Combat had always been an aspect of the races, after all it was still the Arcadion, and the use of feral souls was one of the major draws to the venue. In the races though, using your abilities was optional. There was only one rule to the racing division: Finish first. You could use your combat abilities to disable your opponents, slow them down, or destroy their vehicles entirely. Nothing was truly off-limits once that light shone green, and in this final performance, it was expected. There was no finish lap. The race was merely a pretense for the combat, a last man standing fight to claim a victor. This was the compromise made to secure this grand spectacle. The commissioner wanted the feral souls on full display, drawing the crowd through what had made the main stage so popular.The second light flashed red. The other riders had now largely ceased their own grandstanding and joined Nephrite in his focused gaze. The crowd only grew louder in the anticipation, and the sound of the riders engines joined in the cacophony to produce a noise that nearly drown out Metem's commentary on what was about to unfold. Nephrite shot gazes to his sides, taking stock of his competition. None were unfamiliar to him, but all were more versed than him in combat. He scanned the field one at a time, quickly making mental notes of their souls, their abilities, and whether he should dare try to take them out himself.
It had been years since Neph had truly graced the track with the full power of his feral souls. To the audience, he was known as Hell's Hound, but in reality he had long since dispensed with the feral soul that had earned him such a name. A rather nasty incident early on in his career had earned him a sizable set of burn marks along his left side and instilled a fear in him that resulted in a request for a new soul to use. The commissioner, reticent to grant his request at first, instead gave Nephrite a choice. He would allow the rider to change souls, provided he took the risk of employing a set of twin souls they had recently come into acquisition of."These twins will help you to be the fastest rider in the division, and we can frame the entire spectacle as an augment to our fieriest competitor." The commissioner mused, shrouded in the blackness of the monitor. Metem held the pair of souls before Neph, remaining silent, the brim of his hat hiding the diminutive announcer's expression."It is said each competed to burn hotter than the other, and in an act of desperation one turned to the aspect of ice to achieve a burn the other could not. No doubt a nonsensical tale.. but the audience will surely love it. Our loyal hound, turning to dual souls in desperation for more speed, trading his fangs for the dual blades of the twins, imbuing his performance with not only fire, but ice as well.. yes, I believe this would sell to the audiences quite well, and give you exactly what you desire." Metem extended the soul cells out towards Neph just as the commissioner finished, showing a timing that said he had no doubt done numerous times. Nephrite snatched up the cells without a second thought. If it means I can simply win with speed and not fight.. so be it.
The fourth red light illuminated, and the crowd reached a fever-pitch as the riders locked in to the start signal, waiting for that final light that would start their final race. Nephrite closed his eyes, taking a deep breath as he relaxed into his seat. He had decided.. he would simply do as he had ever done. He would be faster. If the other competitors eliminated themselves, he would only have to deal with one or two at the very end. They would most certainly be the most fierce in combat, but they would also have exerted their energy knocking out the others. He would use this to his advantage. It may not be the grandest spectacle of combat from him, but the audiences that came for him knew him for his speed. That was what he would give them in this final display.As the others leaned further into their seats, clearly anticipating the light, Nephrite sat up and tightened his gloves. He offered a knowing wave and a smirk to his fans as his regulator crackled red and his bike was engulfed in a dual-colored pyre. As it dispersed, the figure that remained was the embodiment of the flames that had just consumed them moments prior. While his features remained, the Hell's Hound was now a creature made of pure living flame. One side burned a deep orange, flames licking from his skin. The other side, a brilliant blue, with a frosty aura chilling the air around him. Two large great swords hovered to the sides of the air wheeler, each uniquely opposed to the element that they sat beside.Nephrite leaned back into the seat once more, smirking as the light turned green. His gaze narrowed, his engine flared, and in the blink of an eye he was all but out of sight, with only a trail of twin flames to mark where he had been.
A Friendship, Scarred
"What have you managed to do to yourself this time?" Qih'to snapped. Noah had wandered into the backroom of the tavern, clutching the upper half of his marred arm, teeth gritted in obvious pain. The dark-haired miqo'te rarely spoke to Qih'to anymore, and it was especially unusual that he should show up on his doorstep uninvited. For him to arrive like this either meant that Noah wanted a favor, or something had gone terribly wrong. Qih'to sighed as he turned back towards his alchemy table. Only one way to find out, I suppose..."Nothing you can't..." Noah groaned, clutching at the spot all the tighter. "Nothing you can't take care of, I assure you. Just a nasty gash. I got a bit cocky out there, let one of those tumbleclaws get a hit in while I wasn't paying attention."Qih'to took a private sigh of relief, composing himself before turning towards his partner-in-crime, effortlessly sweeping up a sealed vial in his hand as he did. He knew the ins-and-outs of his lab, what was kept where and what each container held. He didn’t need to look, especially given that Noah had been in Tural for some time now. He always kept his medicines close at hand knowing full-well the miqo’te would storm in as he had, expecting the visit to be accompanied by some sort of malaise or injury to resolve.“You're gonna have to let go of it so I can treat it.”“Just.. tie it off first, then I'll let go.”Qih'to nodded, already winding a tourniquet just below his friend’s shoulder. “Did you at least get the lil’ rascal back for what it did to you?” An amused grin darted across his face as he took a step back from where Noah was seated, watching as the other loosed his grip on the wound. Lightning energies crackled around the site, and the hurt miqo’te responded with nothing but a roll of his eyes. Qih’to simply nodded back, understanding full well the implications of the sight before him. He reached into a nearby drawer, plucking out a single inert crystal which he tossed towards the other. Noah caught it with the injured arm, and instantly it shone with a brilliant purple light. The lightning ceased, and Qih'to approached once more.“Serves it right for getting me there.” Noah growled, dropping the crystal to the floor. “Fried it near instantly, unstable as the environment is here it's hard for me to not be lit up constantly.”The miqo'te laughed at his accomplice's misfortune, but behind that his mind raced at the sight he had just witnessed. How long ago had it been now since his friend had taken to this mysterious ailment? How long has they both searched for a remedy.. did his friend even want a remedy even more? Were either of them even any closer to understanding what the ailment even was? As he worked to patch the miqo'te up, his mind drifted back to those first days…
“Noah, what in the seven hells?!” Qih’to snapped, ears pinned in panic as he paced back and forth in the inn room. “You've always been a bit reckless, but this certainly takes the cake.”The other miqo'te lay in the bed at the back of the room, barely conscious. His right arm was severely disfigured: Dark patches of bruising covered the surface, burns shot up its length like streaks of lighting, and it all radiated with an unusual thinness of aether. More than that, the air around it also seemed to share that thinness.“What do I do with you.. the thaumaturges are up in arms about some stolen relic, the blades are on the hunt for the thief, and here you are looking like you just fisted a voidsent.”He turned to look towards the resting miqo’te, brow furrowed. “Obviously this was your doing, but why? Why target them of all the people you could have stolen from? We were doing just fine pilfering from the merchants, but you had to go off and try to one up yourself, and now look at you!” He took a step closer, examining the arm with great scrutiny, his brow narrowing even further as his eyes scanned every inch of the injury.“I hope you don't expect me to fix this.” He finally muttered, collapsing into the floor against the nightstand, huffing indignantly at the position he found himself in. He couldn't leave his friend in the state he was in, but he couldn't exactly take him to a chirurgeon or an alchemist either. Momodi had been nice enough to put them in a room, but she couldn't do much more herself. If anyone saw the state that the miqo’te was in, they would surely connect the dots and turn him over for a reward. No.. he would have to figure something out.Days passed. Each time Noah would begin to stir, Qih’to would offer sleep once more. The lightest dose of Somnus.. not enough to cause any harm, not even enough really to invoke an addiction to the plant itself. It was just enough to keep his friend from feeling the pain of their injury, just enough to buy him time to study their condition. To come up with a solution. The miqo'te took frantic notes, desperate to help his friend, with no certainty that he could do anything.
It acts with almost a primal sentience, drawing on the aether around it… it hardly seems to be responsive though… perhaps not sentient...I made an incision today. The permeating aether seemed to leak out, as if it were being contained. Applying an inert crystal seems to offer a means to return the aether to the environment...There was a lightning storm. The previous incision began to crackle with aether. When I attempted to perform a physical inspection, it shocked the seven hells out of me! Will try using a crystal to discharge the aether safely first.In the absence of significant aspected aether, the damage appears to….. cannibalize… the host body. Must ensure a steady supply of aether to prevent this.Supplying aether appears impractical in the long term. A means to cut the ‘infection’ off from his body would be better.
It had been weeks since the incident that had left Noah in his sorry state. Once again Qih’to sat at his side, leaning against the nightstand. The concern had left his face and was replaced with a determined gaze, only a glint of fear trying to fight through. In his right hand, the small blade he had been using on his friend trembled. To his side, a scattering of his notes lay strewn on the floor. He took a deep breath, sitting up as he clamped down on the other’s arm with his free hand, blade sinking in to carve a small rune.“I hope this works… if it doesn’t… I’m sorry, Noah.”Noah was frail, the weeks of slumber showing their toll on his body. Qih’to had done his best to provide nourishment through more rudimentary alchemic concoctions, and was bolstering their aether with his own, but every day that passed was a day that made that approach less viable. He had to try something. A small line of blood stained the sheet as he carved another rune.“If I understood that book you stole correctly–and hells know if I did–this should act as a ward. It won’t stop whatever you’ve done, but it will at least stymie it from spreading, or consuming you.” He explained, though Noah could not hear him. “I’m certain there’s a better way to do this, but desperate times, friend. You’re scarred enough anyways, a few more won’t hurt.”He carved rune after rune, marring his friend’s arm even further, precise as he could be in every line, every circle. Occasionally he would have to stop, tearing at the sheets for makeshift gauze to stymie the bleeding until the wounds scabbed over. He made quick work to heal them with what little rudimentary conjury he had gleaned from the alchemists, not enough to do anything but to speed along the healing of his small cuts into scars.Finally, with the last rune carved, he fell back against the nightstand. His breath was heavy from the exhaustion, both mental and physical. He watched in suspense as the other lie motionless, reaching for the small aetherometer he had to hold to one eye. Moments passed in agonizing silence. Then, a faint glow radiated from the runes. Qih’to frantically panned his gaze towards the other’s shoulder. The aether around the other's arm seemed to drawn in more fervently than before... but nothing was being drawn from his own aether. Qih'to's longshot in the dark had worked, if only for the time.“Gods… you owe me a hell of a debt, Noah.” He mumbled, collapsing to the floor in exhaustion.
Noah gritted his teeth as his accomplice traced over the healed gash, following the lines of the rune glamoured over his skin. “You still haven’t figured out a better way to do this, have you? Why… damn it… why can’t you just paint them on or something instead?”“This lasts longer. Besides, I think if you can survive that kind of gash, you can survive a little cut.”Qih’to sat back, smirking at his friend while keeping his eyes fixed on the rune he had just carved. After all these years the process had grown easier, but he was never any less nervous about the success of it. One wrong line, one missed mark, and his friend might find themselves consumed by whatever mystery had taken hold of them. “You really should be more careful, you know. I’d hate to have to cut the whole thing off.”“Like I’d let you.”“Like you’d have a choice.”The pair continued exchanging quips at one another as Noah peeled away the tourniquet, wasting no time in standing up and heading for the door. His arm was stretched out in front of him the whole way, rolling his wrist and fingers as if he’d only learned to use them for the first time. He stopped just shy of the exit, taking a deep sigh before placing his hand to the door. “I’ll stay out of your little business here, if you quit trying to interfere with mine.”Qih’to leaned down to pick up the purple crystal off the floor, smiling to himself as he shook his head, fully aware the other miqo’te had already left. “Yeah, yeah. Whatever, Noah. See you soon.”
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