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♱WRITER.

    ⁺₊  roxy ! ! — 25+ —  poc.  — any / all.    

  HELLO — ! !    I've been playing FFXIV since patch 5.2 but first played back when Heavensward was prominent. I'm an artist, writer and musician that has a penchant for darker themes in fiction and anything horror or cyberpunk related. All social media will be below! Don't be afraid to DM me for literally anything under the sun.

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♱CONTACT.

    ⁺₊  feel free to reach out — ! !    

⁺₊   DISCORD — ! !     @succurox
⁺₊   TOYHOU.SE — ! !     @succurox
⁺₊   BSKY — ! !     @omphalos

inviolable & sacrosanct ⸺

♱COMMANDMENTS.

    ⁺₊  rules — boundaries — and more.      please read carefully — ! !    

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⁺₊ THE DO'S ! !

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⁺₊ THE DON'TS ! !

don't even try ⸺

⁺₊ PLEASE DNI ! !

rule 001 ⸺

⁺₊ MANNERS.

  Under no circumstances     do I tolerate folk being a dickhead.  How I describe one  as such would include the following: transphobic, homophobic, misogynistic, misandry, racism, ableist and any other forms of bigotry. Those that treat others with kindness and respect will gain that in return. I don't deal with folk that don't, to either the mun or the character themselves.

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⁺₊ COMMUNICATION.

  I am a very quiet individual    but will always, always communicate when I cannot or can do something. Likewise, I will communicate whether something makes me uncomfortable or not. I expect the same out of those that want to roleplay with Nameless. The moment you hit me with childishness that could have been solved from a talk, I will  not  be entertaining it.

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⁺₊ CONFLICT.

  I will generally not    put Nameless in any form of conflict unless it is  discussed OOC  and I am comfortable with you. The reason for this being is that he can be very rude, very volatile when the right buttons are pressed and he will not mind burning bridges, hurting, maiming or killing to get his point across and he is determined enough to succeed. That being said, any poking or prodding at him will be met with very little reaction and there is a very good chance he will never talk to that character again. Try a different approach.

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⁺₊ SHIPPING.

  Good luck.    He is not easy to ship with and that is  intentional.  High chemistry is required and I will only ship him with folk that are my friends. That being said, if you do interact with him solely because you want to ship with him, on principle, I will not make it easy for the character. If your character is willing to put up with his eccentricities,  I encourage you to try  but expect loose friendship at most.

about ⸺

♱NAMELESS.

    ⁺₊  core information.    

  name:     ???
  moniker:     the nameless.
  age:     old.
  pronouns:     he/him.
  species:     duskwight elezen.
  nameday:     ???
  sexuality:     demiro + demisexual.
  origin:     ???
  location:     ishgard.
  class(es):     reaper, viper.

  Personality    It varies as easily as water shifts. How he is —  it is dependent on the situation.  But always do a few things remain true: a monotonous kind of man that plays no games, unmoving, stalwart and quiet. He is, in a sense, naught else but a gargoyle with an observant eye, keen ears. Reliable, determined. Paternal when need be, nonchalant when need be. He is charmless, unpleasant, for the charisma he has is weighed in a force of nature, an overwhelming kind of man. Immutable. Like gravity.

  languages:     gelmorran, common, ishgardian, mhachian, morse, sign.
  status:     alive, partnered (polyam).
  affiliations:     silent order, nepenthe.
  occupation:     master of nepenthe, hunter.
  alignment:     lawful evil.
  mbti:     istj-a.
  voice claim:     yone (french).

  Given Names    Mon Cher, Lord Remieaux Underwood, Orion,  'Keith',  Shadow, Death, Beloved,  Ombre,  Gatekeeper, Deslondes, Dante,  Gate Guardian,  Raven, Whisper, Orchid,  Midnight,  Mystery, Pavoux, Odile,  Tsuki,  Reyk, Celestor, Janus,  Patchy,  Guardian, George.

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♱DETAILS.

    ⁺₊  bloody, beautiful, beyond reach.    

  eye color:     the hue seen is a ghostly kind of white that  glows in the night. 
  hair color:     most of his hair is raven black, the streaks that lace along it are white.
  markings / tattoos:     a rare occurrence to see them.
  height:     8'11" ft. (271 cm).
  build:     athletic, there is  heft in the torso  and  stronger legs. 
  posture:     upright, rarely slouched. a chin lifts perpetually.
  scars:     each one is a story to tell and in that, he has all too many, rarely seen.
  aetheric signature:     like surfing through space, an abyss amongst faint and glittering stars. beneath it, there's something else. something more.
  scent:     of the wood, though much of it is mixed with leather, sandalwood, lavender, musk. an underlying tobacco.

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♱QUIRKS.

    ⁺₊  one ripple is all it takes.    

  Likes    silence, constellations, filigree,  flora,  poems, string instruments, learning,  teaching,  reading, sparring.  Dislikes    blissful ignorance, a mess of aimless sound, events with a slough of people,  folk that attempt to get a rise out of him,  small talk, unruliness.  Hobbies    sparring, piano playing,  gardening. 

  ⁺₊  additional info    such a man might whistle far too often in different tones, different songs. metal on metal glides along his fingers, a sign of something, a sign that he might be ruminating.one might do well to pay attention to his actions, for there is not a single thing he does that isn't intentional.

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♱APTITUDES.

    ⁺₊  the shadow's cold embrace.    

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♱AESTHETICS.

    ⁺₊  all beauty has a dark side — life cannot exist without death.    

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♱SILENT ARIAS.

    ⁺₊  death comes for everyone — none shall escape his scythe.    

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⁺₊ HAUNTINGS.

  are you a creature of the night?    a beast terrorizing the wild? he will come find you. and he will hunt you down to the ends of hydaelyn.

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⁺₊ SUNLESS SEA.

  folk with aethersight    that look deeply into him will find a lovely surprise.

whisper 003 ⸺

⁺₊ THE GHOST.

  he wanders the streets of ishgard    at night like a spectre and speaks with other souls that wander. perhaps you've seen him once or twice. maybe talked to him.

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⁺₊ LETHARGY.

  he frequently naps    in the church but he isn't religious. he would rather spit on halone's statue. don't be afraid to wake him up.

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⁺₊ PALE GRAVE.

  he has a pallor    that seems undead in nature. he will deny it or say nothing. but if you know, then you know.

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⁺₊ MAITRE.

  proprietor / master of nepenthe.    surely, you might have heard whispers of something a bit otherworldly lurking beneath the underbelly of ishgard, yes?

whisper 007 ⸺

⁺₊ A NAME.

  as his true name is a mystery,     should one ask what his name is, he will give someone the opportunity to present a name to him. he has gone by many names and will respond to anything.

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⁺₊ EYES.

  go on and stare, dear.    he will stare back, he will Know that you are peering at him and he will not quite stop until you do or you speak to him.

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♱SIGHTINGS.

    ⁺₊  death sees everything — none shall escape his gaze.    

  ONE    ❝  I never received his name. Only spoken on someone else's lips did I know of him and even then, it was no more than a  faint description of his countenance . He was unsettling, monotone when he spoke. If he spoke much, that is. When he looked at me, it felt like a latent hunger awaiting to come out from the woodworks. Like he was deciding on whether to consume me, bones and all, or whether he wanted me to live another day until there was not a single creature left on the streets. He has the gaze of a hunter, though that night, I was not his prey.  ❞

  TWO    ❝  We have talked before, certainly. Many times. Lord Remieaux has stopped me from the brink of annihilation. I would have been dead had it not been for him. Our conversations had been much of me talking and him listening, occasionally giving advice whenever I asked him for some. He was not kind about it, no, but I think what I needed to hear was the  truth  more than anything else. He was willing to give me that. On our last conversation, he gave me a single camellia, telling me it was his favorite flower and that he had to leave soon. I don't know where he went to that day, but  that flower still sits in my living room,  dead and decaying further. It's my one reminder of him.  ❞

  THREE    ❝  Orion and I were close. I peered into him in a way I think no one else could. At least, I believe I did. We shared a lot of ourselves, physically, mentally -  in more ways than I can truly count.  It's strange, though, how he's left an impression on me and yet I don't - didn't - know much about him. I feel like I touched some part of him, though. A part of him that he didn't know he had. He made me feel like I did. I believe I did. I do. I, really, truly do. There were moments where he seemed so genuine. Where there's a look in his eye that speaks of nostalgia, of woe. I never saw what was beneath the mask, I suppose. But I loved the mask to the point where I never truly cared. Dear hunter, sweet hunter.  ❞

bewitching memories ⸺

♱REMEMBRANCES.

    ⁺₊  death is by your side — none shall be forgotten.    

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⁺₊ LOVE.

  ❝  To describe a man like this one,    my… one might not think he is a man at all.A beast with long fangs, to snap, to bite, to eat. A beast with terrible claws, to catch, to tear, to choke. A beast with paws, to sneak, to chase, to hunt.My, is he a man?  Is he?  Do such fangs withdraw,  so that there might be space for mine lips upon bloodied lips?  Do such claws retract,  so that I might hold trembling hands?  Do such paws slow,  so that I might catch up when he is alone?A man, a beast, a man…  perhaps we know nothing at all.   ❞

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⁺₊ PLAYFULNESS.

  ❝  You mean Gatekeeper?    Well, I think a lot of things. He's growing on me... I don't want to say like a fungus because he isn't something bad. Yeah, he is one of few words that are extremely thought out, but  he's one to have at your side.  Be it ally, companion, friend, or company. He listens and actually hears you. He looks at you and sees you.  The good and the bad.  Once you have learned to speak with him, you'll have one of the most loyal at your side. At least, that is what I think. I'd fight to the end of the star and through all the hells for him.  ❞

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⁺₊ SUBSERVIENCE.

  ❝  How would one describe the Master..?    Well.. he is silence incarnate, his gaze e'er watching as seasons come and pass, like whispers upon the wind. Of all he does, there holds purpose; of all he speaks.. there is wisdom, suffering.. and the curiosities of those who live. He.. holds many things, and should he will it I shall hold them too. Master Nameless, his role and mine are not unalike.  How the Fates must have a reason  that I float aimlessly in his Sunless Sea. For he is a reminder that there is warmth waiting for me, when all I feel is the bitter cold of life. He calls me.. ‘dalninil’. I shall hope to live up to this name he hath given me, until mine purpose is fulfilled.. mine  ‘freedom’ .  ❞

  ❝  The Old Man is an enigma,    an anomaly; to She and We. ‘Tis passing rare one of his caliber looks upon Us and bleeds kindness into words. ‘Tis e'en more scarce when he acts just as She and We do.  How We danced  within haunted and elegant halls, where a whip cracks as a curtain calls. How he tried to ‘tame’ us, make us heel, have Us call him ‘Master’. Perhaps Our drive piqued his intrigue. He hath given Us haven in the deep, where  We can be as We should;  with nary consequence. The one they call ‘Nameless’, gives Our Shaded Lily a name; ‘dalninil’. He can be of Our Garden.. for surely, he shall know his name within it too.  ❞

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⁺₊ OBSESSION.

  ❝  You will know him by the slant of the light,    the way it angles towards him no matter where he is,  no matter how faint.  Even starlight seems to halo his face, constellations distorting themselves just to fit inside his mouth. How many pieces would you chop yourself into just to be able to tuck beneath his tongue? How brightly would you burn just to make him turn his head? You will feel him between the beats of your heart,  tender, loosening his grip on the muscle to permit another pulse. When he squeezes you will lament, you will panic, you will cry, and when he smiles in the final moment you will rejoice.  You will hear him sing    in the quiet of the field when the blood soaks into the dirt and the flies gossip.  You will know his sigh  when the maggots find the marrow.  You will crave his teeth  when you starve for purpose, for company, for food, for a loving hand, and he will show you how to eat yourself. He lives in the goosebumps that spill down your arms when you can't catch your breath; his laughter warms the hole the spear leaves in your guts; his fingertips trace every exit wound, lovingly shaping bullet, arrowhead, and claw to hook just right.He will never leave you. He is always leaving.You will immolate with the need to bleed more just to watch him lick it up. You will scrape your spirit back into your dead meat just to beg him to rip it out over and over and over again.  You will forget the difference    between killing and murder, torture and justice, duty and obsession. You will call it love. He will leave you to  choose  only when there is no choice, there never has been, for to know him is to worship, to taste him is to adore.Divine, divine. You cannot imagine his kiss until it is upon you like a plague, and then  you cannot live without it. Benevolent,  betrayer.  Beloathed, Beloved. You will want to crawl into his ribs  and etch your name on every one. He is affliction. He is peace. He is the reason there exists reason, and every day you will seethe, condemned to survive just to behold him.  ❞

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♱CONSTELLATIONS.

    ⁺₊  orion — how you shine so brilliantly in the night.    

PARTNER ⸺

♱LADY WHIP.

    ⁺₊  SHE, OF THE JASMINE.    

  THERE ARE NEVER ENOUGH WORDS TO DESCRIBE HER.    dare i have thee for torture, to hold, for love? what is your gain, instrument of pain? you touch, i expect a lash, your aura and shine render me blind. who are you? what are you? a beast, a beast. just like me. we chase; oh-how we chase.

the childe ⸺

⁺₊ NEEDLE.

  INTOXICATING, ICY. NEVER A MAN KNOWN FOR HIS WARMTH.    how does it feel, how, to finally sink your teeth down into something warm? what pleasure it brings, it's invigorating, is it not? me and mine, darling sweet ; embraced to the kin of the night. sup upon our dolls, they will ease your pain.

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⁺₊ ORACLE.

  THE FIRST, THE GIFT OF SIGHT. OH, HOW YOU SCREAM.    taken from the depths of what used to be. born to die, forced to live. when you lie in that bed of yours, what nightmares plague you? what memories mix with your own? what pain is your own?

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⁺₊ SWALLOWTAIL.

  IS THERE FREEDOM IN YOUR SUBSERVIENCE?    a purpose unfound in oneself. there is so much more you have to learn, swallowtail, for your wings are clipped, burden heavy only by your name and knowledge. tell me, do you know the meaning of freedom? would you like to know the meaning of it?

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⁺₊ CASIMIR.

  LOST IN THE SCENT OF A NOVEL OF YORE, DO YOU UNMASK THEN?    no longer will you have to hide in the shadows, no, you are to be unapologetically yourself, to find yourself basking in the roots of your past. learn, he who speaks of the inferno, learn of yourself. your family.

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⁺₊ SAB'VRAE.

  CHILDE, WHY ARE YOU WANDERING AROUND SO LOST?    what is a home to a wanderer? merely a pit stop in limbo. no, you will find yourself and eventually, you will find a home that suits you. let it be with those that understand you.

dark flickers ⸺

♱GPOSE.

    ⁺₊  all things beautiful have a darkness to them.    

silhouettes ⸺

♱ARTWORK.

    ⁺₊  savage, haunting, and yet so alluring.