Cyrene Burwani
Systems Aetherologist | Bodyguard | Tinkerer
Artemis Fauconol
Gleaner | Curious Scholar | Hidden Blades
T'valis Tia
Fashionista | Photographer | Host
I do not RP with minors, full stop. If I catch you lying about your age in any manner, I will block you.
All character information contained in this carrd should be considered meta information that is NOT known by others.
I love playing out intimacy and exploring very dark or mature themes with my characters, but I take the boundaries between IC and OOC very seriously. Even if my characters are open to things, I am NOT my characters. I will not entertain character bleed in that department.
I am okay with taking longer interactions to discord. I will adjust to the writing level of the other person.
I will always ask for consent. I am happy to know your boundaries. If you do not get my consent or push a no, I will end any interaction.
Shipping only with chemistry and discussion. I prefer a lot of plot to go off of.
You are always welcome to roll to see if your character can tell if my character is lying or not. I will send a tell to let you know.
NAME: Cyrene Burwani
AGE: 37
RACE: Duskwight Elezen
NAMEDAY: 12th Sun of the 1st Astral Moon
GENDER: Cis Woman
PRONOUNS: She / Her
ORIENTATION: Pansexual
RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Single
PROFESSION: Systems Aetherologst for Ironworks, Bodyguard
LANGUAGES: Eorzean
BIRTHPLACE: SharlayanAPPEARANCE: Tall, she comes off as elegant thanks to her build. But there is a lot of strength in her lithe form, tuned from working with heavy machinery.PERSONAL STYLE: Utilizing the elegant height of her Elezen heritage, Cyrene is often seen taking advantage of it with soft knightly attire. Though she doesn't wear heavy armor of any kind, she will commonly wear thick gloves, and many with clawed tips. She is often seen wearing deep blues, her favorite color.PERSONALITY: Bright, cheerful. Optimistic. She comes off as very polite and calm upon any first meeting, taking initial impressions very seriously. Behind the social niceties, she is as stubborn as they come, devoted to her own desires and interests. Her desire to tinker is second only to her love of wandering to find places far and wide, to learn new cultures, people, dances, and see the stars from every land.Background
Born the only heiress of the Burwani Sharlayan family, there were a lot of expectations placed on Cyrene to enter the Studium, perfect her knowledge in Astrologian studies, and marry off to another powerful family to inherit a cozy life. She achieved none of this.For reasons she is always vague on, she quit the Studium, ran off to Ul'dah, and enrolled to learn Black magic instead. Her first foray into life outside the gilded walls of Sharlayan were not as successful as she had hoped, resulting her having to pick up an axe and learn to defend herself.It all ultimately led her to red magic, the perfect balance between magic and sword, an art that called to her. Measured, outside of politics and free from the chains of nation or family, she threw herself into it with gusto and has endeavored to become a master of the craft.She continued to tinker on the side, making a hobby of building and maintaining mechanisms, helping guilds and companies alike. She had no plans of ever going back to Old Sharlayan, but after taking a few commissions from the Ironworks Guild, she became a formal member in time to get involved with the scholars in Labyrinthos. She's now sporting the title of a Systems Aetherologist, using her aether studies and love of machines together, once more in perfect balance.
Stargazer - Know a nice place to view the stars? Doesn't matter how difficult it is to get to, or how far off the beaten path, Cyrene wants to know, and wants to see it. She loves sharing the stars with others, and will always spend a night under blankets with hot drinks talking about the constellations.Dance Collector - Cyrene loves to dance, and she loves learning any and all new dances she can. Local, cultural, social, you name it and she wants to see it, try it, learn it. And she loves even more the chance to dance with other people, sharing in the delight of it.Systems Aetherologist - She does take her job very seriously, and is open to commissions to craft or create aether infused devices and materials for people to use. She enjoys the challenge, and is also currently looking for a lab partner interested in helping her out.Bodyguard for Hire - She knows her way around dangerous areas, and seems to have quite a bit of knowledge of popular ruins or hunting spots. She's always eager to stretch her legs, and will take on a challenging exploration if one is offered.
NAME: Artemis Fauconol ( Lirr-Setlas)
AGE: ~ 76
RACE: Rava Viera
NAMEDAY: 16th Sun of the 4th Astral Moon
GENDER: Trans Male
PRONOUNS: He / Him
ORIENTATION: Pansexual
RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Single
PROFESSION: Gleaner, Scholar in Training
LANGUAGES: Very formal Eorzean, Vieran.
BIRTHPLACE: Golmore JungleAPPEARANCE: Tall and firmly built, on a rare chance, one might perceive the lifetime of training that has built a rock solid form under scholarly clothing.PERSONAL STYLE: Sticks to more formal and scholarly looking outfits and never removes their gloves.OUTER PERSONALITY: Curious, open, and always willing to try new experiences. Ignorant to many traditions and cultures, but enthusiastically willing to learn. Obsessed with collecting and reading books. Keeps a formal distance unless given consent otherwise.INNER PERSONALITY: Calculating, cold and unsure of others. A lifetime of isolation has made it hard for him to empathize with others or their plights. Instinctively chooses blades over talking.Background
// HEAVY SPOILERS //
Lirr was born in the depths of the Golmore Jungle, a Rava Viera of the Wood. Allowed to run free and develop with the other children, Lirr found joy in learning how to be a warrior for the Wood. From a very young age, they were determined to one day become a Warden. When they manifested, much to their horror, it was a woman's body that greeted them, not the man they knew they should be.Their mother was shocked when Lirr demanded to become a man, to be a Warden like they always dreamed of. But she was a mother willing to do anything to make her child happy, even if it meant paying off a doctor to perform the necessary surgery. And so Lirr began his life as a man, passed the Warden test and became Lirr-Setlas.There was just one rule dear mother drilled into Lirr-Setlas' soul. He could never be someone's mate. Unable to bear or sire children by his own choice, he could never, and would never be chosen. His secret had to remain intact.And so Lirr-Setlas practiced severe isolation after his Mentor completed his training, never returning home. Never seeing another soul for decades until one day by chance he met a Sharlayan scholar wandering the wood.It ended in tragedy, one the Viera does not talk about to this day. The scholar abandoned him, denouncing his cruel and small heart, declaring he regretted ever teaching Lirr-Setlas magic.Feeling lost and spurned, Lirr-Setlas left the Wood, seeking Sharlayan and his former Teacher, hoping to find out why they thought empathy, heart, and care were so damn important. Enough to abandon him. He would squeeze the answers out of Eorzea if he had to.
Wanderer: Artemis is constantly wandering around the world, and is happy to have company. Especially open to offers of new experiences and food.Collector: An avid collector of lost, forbidden, or magical books, he is easily enticed by the promise of literature of any kind and isn't above stealing to acquire.Scholar: In the same vein, Artemis loves to learn about others, their cultures, and what beliefs matter to them. He is also a sucker for seeing how others use magic.The Missing: There is often mention of a teacher no longer in Artemis' life. He is usually vague on the details, but seems determined to achieve a goal connected to this unnamed mentor.The Gloves: Come water, sun, or snow, Artemis is never ever without their gloves, even in a public bath. He refuses to ever take them off around others for some reason.Nutkin: Always by his side, his familiar Nutkin seems to be slightly different from your every day run of the mill rodent.
NAME: T'valis Tia
AGE: 34
RACE: Miqo'te
NAMEDAY: Unknown
GENDER: Male
PRONOUNS: He/Him
ORIENTATION: Pansexual
RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Single
PROFESSION: Fashionista / Photographer / Eye Candy
LANGUAGES: Many
BIRTHPLACE: UnknownAPPEARANCE:
An averagely built Miqot'e male, with bright red hair and teal eyes. He has the kind of look about him that screams luxurious without being gaudy.PERSONAL STYLE:
The pinnacle of fashion, T'valis has an extensive knowledge of fabrics, colors, and designs, and combines them to always look his absolute best. He favors blues to bring out his eyes and hair, and gold jewelry with very ornate detailing.PERSONALITY:
Bright and optimistic, T'valis is here to enjoy life, and avoid problems. He works hard, and expects to relax had when he gets the chance. A lover of gossip, and a man with a flirty silver tongue, sometimes his work bleeds into his conversations. Despite that, he seems to have no interest in relationships or pursuing anyone. His only loves seem to be fashion and photography.Background
( This is all meta information and should not be considered known by any character )T'valis was born and raised to only do one thing. At least that is the first memory he has, being told he existed to be the perfect companion. His life and purpose was made to elevate others, betters.First, as the child companion of noble children, to make them look smarter, better. To be the soft sweet friend that encouraged them to come into their noble birthright.Then as the dashing suitor that would show interest in just the right ladies, to encourage competition, to light the fires of other men to steal the woman who glowed to the sweet words of T'valis, all while he taught them how to be more eye catching. To bloom into art that drew eyes far and wide.And finally, as a chaperone. A protector for nobles that had been disgraced or the source of vicious rumors. Or when a noble family simply needed someone they could trust when their child was prone to running off and trying to cause a scandal. A silver tongue honed to make even the dullest jewel shine in the light.Recently, for the first time in his life, T'valis has wandered out on his own, out of the life of a noble doll, and begun to experience the life of his own choosing, bit by bit. His love of fashion has led him to pursuing the art of sewing and making clothes himself, a new love he has dove into fully.
Silver Spoon - T'valis does not seem to have much experience when it comes to more mundane or simple parts of life, and finds them utterly fascinating. His struggles to understand normal prices for things, but finds it all fun to figure out.Enabler - If he senses someone about to experience an canon event, he is there to encourage and watch. He loves nothing more than a good show and if you put one on, you have his attention.Fashionista - When it comes to clothing and design, it's a topic that T'valis could talk about for hours. Whether it be the high necked stiffness of Ishgardian collars, the Ul'dah contest to see how low a V can go, or even the leather and robes so common in Gridania and even places beyond, his knowledge is extensive. One of the few ways to possibly see the genuine man.Red Marks - One may catch a glimpse of the many red markings that cover T'valis' body, peeking out from his various outfits. They do not seem like tattoos if given closer inspection, and he seems to act like they are not there at all if he can.Smoke and Mirrors - Liable to appear or leave a place or situation without warning, he seemingly appears out of nowhere and drifts off just the same. He avoids talking about his job, himself, or really anything of personal note. For some reason, he prefers to be all glitter and ghost.
