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Hey, don't be afraid of things that challenge your faith. Seriously, don't.

Either they'll give you a new perspective on things, or you'll become more secure and confident in your current beliefs. But avoiding the hard questions leaves you in an echo chamber with half-baked ideas and an insecurity in yourself. Step out of your comfort zone so you have room to grow.

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i don’t care what anyone says, the “multiple floating weapons controlled by telekinesis/whatever” is, has been, and always will be cool as shit

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If music was a bair of boobs I would take the bra off

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"nothing is real atoms never touch each other youve never touched anything in your life" ok. well when i pet my dog he is soft and when he licks my hand it is wet and that is far more real to me than whatevers going on at an atomic level

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You're never gonna catch me saying stuff like, "Zenos had to die, in the end. He'd just hurt so many people. 😢 It had to happen. 😢"

Because I am one of those people who look at the long trail of blood behind the Warrior of Light, and their characterization moments in HW, where they pursue vengeance, in SB, where they're like, "I'll kill your god even if I don't have to," in the entire Dark Knight questline, and I go, "Yeah, nah, we both should be dead, then."

The Warrior of Light forges numerous relic weapons that use the blood of people to give it strength, when you think about it, but nope. It's ZENOS who's the only monster here.

Sure, Jan.

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I have this headcanon that the music of FF14 is actually diagetic and that the Warrior of Light is able to hear it thanks to their echo. So everything they hear is actually happening inside of their head. I also love to imagine that my WoL tries to recreate the songs on the piano after hearing them for the first time.

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Keep fighting. For yourself, and for the people you love. Keep fighting. Do not stop, like our ancestors did not stop.

Keep fighting. Never give up. You have so much left to do, and you're going to do so great.

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More OOC thoughts lol

(Spoilers for S9 ahead)

Alright, so this will p much be me talking to myself for the sake of getting stuff down, but idk…so I did go ahead with the idea, gave Lúcio a Turalian name, made a pretty poor carrd, etc. People asked about my concept, and brought up that he would be a very good, if not perfect match for Solution Nine. And honestly, they are right. Make him a Tonwawtan that got trapped in the dome, and then grew up in Solution Nine, rising up to stardom through his music, and uniqueness to not wear a regulator. Use that platform to bring awareness to the world outside the dome, and possibly when/if the Arcadion stuff comes to light, be a proponent of getting rid of the souls.

It’s not only smarter, but far safer than the half-baked concepts I went with. I still am struggling to explain his tattoo and the history and workings behind it, not that there’s much of it. One of my greatest joys from roleplaying him in the Overwatch servers, was people recognizing him IC and freaking out over it. Idk why it made me feel so giddy and happy. Though I know I can’t fully bring all of his character through to FFXIV, I’m neglecting quite a big part of his character with the path that I chose, namely that he’s not as well known, and thus, has much less of an influence.

A few reasons I tossed it was the age didn’t line up which is an easy fix, just make him older; I don’t have and don’t remember where to get the glam, though I think it may be a dungeon? I didn’t mean for my main to be a rp character in the first place, he’s just a guy I make in every game I like; and I got too attached to my ideas as I always do. In trying to create less work for myself, because I wasn’t such if I could or wanted to play him off as someone so new to the outside world, I may have ended creating a looot more work for myself instead. I feel like I’ve just lost sight of the character entirely, under my own warped view of him. Not sure if I can recover that at all now. I can certainly try, by introducing him to the dome, but it would take a lot longer for such his fame to accumulate then.

I’ve also just lost a lot of confidence in myself. The reason I made him main Dancer is because despite my world in my head, I cannot play up a Bard as well, nor can I perform as well as he can. I wish I could, it would certainly be fun, but I don’t have the spoons for it, nor the skill. He’s far better than I am at things I wish I was. Gods know why I like him so much…

Maybe I could play two separate characters on one actual character lol, but that feels like it would be insane lmao. The more I think about the way provided for me, the more I kinda feel like I’m kicking myself for not doing it. I wanted him to be a lot more worldly experienced, than what that other idea provided, but…idk lol. I fear I already may be burning out. Not to forget his culture either; I feel like no matter what I do, I’ll be doing a poor job at representing it. It’s an odd feeling that I can’t really explain, maybe guilt for feeling guilty lol. I’m sure there’s more I’m missing but it’s alright. I’m talking just to talk at the void ig. I know I’ve been in a poor mental state, almost erratic in a way. I don’t want to alienate or tick off anyone in the rp community, but gods know that will happen regardless of what I do. Anyway, if you can’t tell, I’m rather tired, hence the word salad. I don’t expect anyone to read this, but if you do, thank you, I suppose.

Lemme link his carrd too, maybe stuff will make more sense.

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"I FUCKED YOUR DAD, SHITLIPS!"

Inspired by this meme and my friends.

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ON HUMANS AND THE END

bertolt brecht / titanic (1997) / markus zusak / kait rokowski / karl bryullov / sam sax

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Smash or Pass (OC) Flidais Oakclamber

Rules: pretty self explanatory. include physical descriptions or pics, and propaganda. the “other” label can be used for “sexuality misalignment” (ie: oc is femme and you’re gay, vice versa or you aren’t into smashing but a specific thing you wanna do with them like perhaps hug or study them under a microscope idc).

I was tagged by @this-is-ris (thank you!) anyone else who wants can do this, but lets see... who haven't I already seen tagged.... (you do not have to participate if you don't want to) @candycryptids @cindernet-explorer @the-hawkeyes and @sylaurin

Quick Facts:

height: 6'6/ 198 cm age: 156 Gender: trans woman Sexuality: Sapphic Pronouns: she/her PROS:

Very touchy. She will casually just touch your arm, or shoulder, or sit close to you

Loves to craft and give gifts. Will just make things for you

Protective. She will stand up for you and support you

STRONG. She has big muscles and will do any heavy lifting you need. Including scooping you!

Good Cook. She loves to make food for people

Is very open and honest about her feelings and giving love CONS:

Cannot speak. As such is very quiet and accidentally sneaks up on people

Has night terrors, which can be a problem for sharing a bed with her

Is technically a voidsent

Hordes books. SO many books.

cannot do monogamy

Details!

Flidais is an amnesiac, so she only has memories of the last 3 years.

Due to this she has a love of everyone and everything

she sees beauty in every new experience and wants to share it with as many as she can

she loves to make weapons and construct with wood.

her ears are INCREDIBLY soft and sensitive

her hands are usually calloused and strong, always in movement either to sign or to just keep busy

SEXUALLY is a switch and open to much of anything. She just wants to please her partner and give them what they want. Her own pleasure comes second. Though she does have a habit of biting.

ROMANTICALLY is a big romantic. Loves to go on dates, to dance in the kitchen while cooking a meal together, to fall asleep in the sun. Surprise you with gifts or a hug or just a little note to let you know you are loved

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OOC thoughts, moving forward

So, I've been thinking. I joined the Tuliyollal Community Server, as well as the Solution Nine rp server. Both have absolutely amazing people and members and if you're interested at all in RP around the new expansion, I very highly recommend joining them, since this expansion seems to be one of the best RP-wise. I've mostly lurked as I do, but somehow found the bravery to ask a few questions, which has led me to a bit of a realization. I'm not sure why Lúcio is such a big comfort character to me. I never really have known. He's not at all like me, though there are parts of him I certainly wish I had. I've kinda made him my own. But I don't think I can really do him justice. I've leaned far too much into some parts of him, and whether I meant to or not, very much neglected others. I didn't expect a 1 to 1 conversion from Overwatch to FFXIV, but I don't think he can really fit here without effort and knowledge I don't think I have. To try and press forward with him may end up just doing him a massive disservice. So, I'm just going to kinda put him on the backburner. I'll answer stuff asked, and probably still ask, but I need to learn more about how rp and lore is done in FFXIV's space. It's certainly different from Overwatch's rather poor rp "community". I may try and make a different character altogether, but with the amount of alts I have, it'll be a looong way to go. I wish to be respectful of his backstory, and culture, for that is an absolutely massive part of him that I fear I cannot do justice. So, we'll see what happens. I'll just be taking this really slowly.

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weapon — for the single-word drive!

Look at me, trying to get the hang of Tumblr lol, ty for the prompt Sea! <3 Major Endwalker spoilers in bound, for a rather significant solo duty which I absolutely loved, but most seemed to hate at the time it released sadly enough.

Cold. The shock of it makes him inhale, his own chest rising as he sucks in a breath. His hand twitches and then curls in, taking snow with it. He can feel it against his bare palm. Was he truly back in his own body? Zenos- no, Fandaniel, had swapped his soul into the body of some poor Garlean soldier. Zenos had been inside his own. The horror of seeing his own face twist into a cold smile had chilled him beyond anything he’d ever thought possible. But more than that, was the fear of knowing how much power Zenos had at his disposal. Not only the Warrior of Light’s power, but the power of his Voice….he could kill his friends before they had even realized what had happened. He could level the tiny camp they had, and cause his own body such severe damage that he would never speak again, or worse. The flare of rationality knew that it was unlikely, if it was truly soulbound like he suspected. Only he could ever use it, but that was of little comfort. What had followed was a desperate race against time. The body he had been shoved into felt so much weaker than his own. So big, and so heavy, every motion was effort. He had never had to wield a sword before, and with every machine he hacked away crudely at, he could feel his entire arm burn with the strain. But even for the short time he had inhabited the body, it had grown stronger. People had rallied with him despite seeing the enemy’s body, and hearing its voice. His soul had been undimmed, still shining with his hope. “...Lúcio?” He turns to G’raha’s wavering voice, a very timid yellow in his mind’s eye, and smiles. At once, G’raha seems to be relieved. His friend is back for good this time. Another person, Alisaie, pushes something into his hands. Something *familiar*. His bow, handcrafted with the greatest smith in Eorzea, has splintered. The draw had to be very specific for what he had wanted, and even then, most of its power came from him. Zenos, so used to brute strength, had snapped the string and both limbs trying to draw it. A wave of fury and grief floods him, and his knuckles go white. “...weapon!” His raspy voice cracks with anger as he winces. It is completely shot. He knows it will recover with time, but his poor bow will take time they do not have. He wipes a tear from his eye, and strides back to the camp, leaving the others behind. He knows they are concerned, he can feel it like an ache in his heart. But he has to press on, and he must arm himself. Laying the bow near his bag like it was made of glass, he retrieves two knives. At a glance, they looked like a rogue’s weapons, and indeed, they were like it. But they were made from a land far from this one, “across the salt”, as they would say. He feels the smooth wood under his hands, and takes a shaky breath. He had hoped never to use these seriously, and he wasn’t sure if he still could. Not that it mattered much, the true strength of his art was through the power of his legs, not the knives. His name is called, and he glances back to see Thancred looking at him. “Do you need anything?” As much time as you can give me, he signs back. With a nod, the other leaves as silently as he had appeared, and Lúcio rises to his feet. He had to become the weapon now, for the sake of everyone he knew.

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Remember kids, Violins isn't always the answer! (Some times it's Atl-lute-l!)

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"When you and your fellows launched the Ragnarok and took to the heavens, you…placed your faith in our work. Maybe you didn't have a choice. Maybe that was truly the last option left to mankind. But you─and the rest of the Scions onboard that ship─meant everything to us. Your safe return…meant everything to us. We all gave the Ragnarok strict instructions, you see. We told her to spare nothing in bringing you back. Even if it meant falling apart in the process. …And the old girl listened. Belated though the fanfare may be, allow us to officially welcome you home, [WoL]. You are and always will be the pride of Labyrinthos."

"...We made it home alive, thanks to you."

-"The Pride of Labyrinthos", Final Fantasy XIV: Endwalker, Patch 6.5 "Growing Light"

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OC sheet: The Hopesinger, Lúcio Dossantos

Gods, finally have this ready to post proper, been working on and off on it for wayyy too long. I'm sure there's still stuff I'm either forgetting, or unable to write out in a way I like, or without being way too nervous too. Feel free to ask questions though! Also, spoilers for a lot of major expansion events other than Dawntrail, so you have been warned.

×—ʙᴀꜱɪᴄꜱ—×

ɴᴀᴍᴇ: Lúcio Dossantos

ɴɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ(ꜱ): Lú (close friends)

ᴛɪᴛʟᴇ(ꜱ): The Warrior of Light (gained ARR), The Warrior of Darkness (gained Shadowbringers) The Hopesinger (Given by his father, he began using it during Endwalker)

ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ / ʜᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴇʏ ɪᴅᴇɴᴛɪꜰʏ: Cis Male

ʀᴀᴄᴇ:  Hyur (Midlander)

ᴀɢᴇ: 26 

ʙɪʀᴛʜᴅᴀʏ: 3/20 

ʙɪʀᴛʜᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ: A small village in Yak Tural

ɢᴜᴀʀᴅɪᴀɴ ꜱɪɢɴ: Byergot, the Builder

ɴᴀᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ: Eorzean 

×—ᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ—×

ʜᴇɪɢʜᴛ: around 5’3”

ᴡᴇɪɢʜᴛ: 125 pounds, give or take

ʙᴏᴅʏ ᴛʏᴘᴇ: Ecto-mesomorph

ʜᴀɪʀ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀ: Black

ᴇʏᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀ: Brown

ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇxɪᴏɴ: A dark brown

ʙɪʀᴛʜᴍᴀʀᴋꜱ: None that he knows of

ꜱᴄᴀʀꜱ: A sword slash crossing his chest from his right hip to left collarbone from Zenos in Stormblood, and a reaper’s cleave crossing the tattoo on his throat from Zenos again in Endwalker.  ᴛᴀᴛᴛᴏᴏꜱ: A special tattoo given to him by his people, it glows yellow when he uses his magic, and in high concentrations of aether; and it glows green when he sings and in high concentrations of dynamis. It has the appearance of a frog. High concentrations of aspected aether will also tint the base black color of it. It does have a more complex design that is usually unseen, but appears when he’s using more of its power. As of Dawntrail, it has a thin line crossing through it.

ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ 🇺​​🇳​​🇮​​🇶​​🇺​​🇪 ꜰᴇᴀᴛᴜʀᴇꜱ: Two stars painted on his face, just bc he likes it

ᴄʟᴇᴀɴʟɪɴᴇꜱꜱ / ɢʀᴏᴏᴍɪɴɢ: Very clean, well-kept dreadlocks

ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴅᴀʏ ᴄʟᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ꜱᴛʏʟᴇ: casual and loose, lime green/yellow/dark blue for colors

ᴀᴄᴄᴇꜱꜱᴏʀɪᴇꜱ: green and yellow jewelry

×—ʜᴇᴀʟᴛʜ—×

ᴀʟʟᴇʀɢɪᴇꜱ: None

Ɪʟʟɴᴇꜱꜱᴇꜱ: None

ᴅɪꜱᴀʙɪʟɪᴛɪᴇꜱ: None

ᴇɴᴇʀɢʏ ʟᴇᴠᴇʟꜱ: Rather high, but can be controlled

ᴇᴀᴛɪɴɢ ʜᴀʙɪᴛꜱ: Does like sweets and chocolate, but relatively normal, also enjoys coffee and fruits

ꜱʟᴇᴇᴘɪɴɢ ʜᴀʙɪᴛꜱ: Rather quiet in his sleep, shockingly

ꜰɪᴛɴᴇꜱꜱ: Works out, has quite the fit legs

×—ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ—×

ɪɴᴛʀᴏᴠᴇʀᴛ / ᴇxᴛʀᴏᴠᴇʀᴛ: Extrovert

ᴛᴇᴍᴘᴇʀᴀᴍᴇɴᴛ: Calm, positive, eager to learn and listen

ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴜɴɪᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ꜱᴛʏʟᴇ: verbal over all else, has a good way with words, always trying to share his thoughts and feelings

ɢᴏᴀʟꜱ / ᴅᴇꜱɪʀᴇꜱ: To inspire people with his music, and his actions

ᴠɪʀᴛᴜᴇꜱ: Brave, always willing to help others, forgiving (at least once), positive

ꜰʟᴀᴡꜱ: Can be stubborn at times, and if overcome by severe emotion, can become unable or unwilling to speak

ꜱᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜꜱ: Very good at music, playing and singing, good with children, very flexible 

ᴡᴇᴀᴋɴᴇꜱꜱᴇꜱ: Can be overcome by emotions, if he cannot control them, it will affect others around him

ꜰᴇᴀʀꜱ: Drinks prepared by an unseen party as of Heavensward, losing those he cares about, 

ᴏʙꜱᴇꜱꜱɪᴏɴꜱ: Was briefly obsessed with training during the time when his friends were disappearing pre-ShB 

Qᴜɪʀᴋꜱ / ᴛɪᴄꜱ: Always humming or tapping out a beat, seems restless at first glance

ꜱᴇᴄʀᴇᴛꜱ: He doesn’t know the full extent of his power, and it should scare him more than it does. 

ʀᴇɢʀᴇᴛꜱ: Being unable to save Harchefaunt, and Tsuyu, though he doesn’t know if he ever could have.

×—ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱʜɪᴘꜱ ɪ—×

ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀ: She passed away when he was young, he barely remembers her. 

ꜰᴀᴛʜᴇʀ: Bencio dos Santos, his father is a renowned bard and revolutionist from a small village in Yak Tural. His tattoo is that of a bird’s. 

ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴘᴀʀᴇɴᴛᴀʟ ꜰɪɢᴜʀᴇ(ꜱ): Jehantel, in a way

ꜱɪʙʟɪɴɢ(ꜱ): None

ɢʀᴀɴᴅᴘᴀʀᴇɴᴛꜱ: Both deceased

ᴄʜɪʟᴅʀᴇɴ: None

ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ꜰᴀᴍɪʟʏ: A few cousins 

×—ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱʜɪᴘꜱ ɪɪ—×

ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴛɪᴄ / ꜱᴇxᴜᴀʟ ᴏʀɪᴇɴᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: Panromantic Bisexual, open to polyamory with the right partners

ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱʜɪᴘ ꜱᴛᴀᴛᴜꜱ: Single, open but not really looking with intent

ꜱᴘᴏᴜꜱᴇ: N/A

ᴘᴀʀᴛɴᴇʀ/ ꜱɪɢɴɪꜰɪᴄᴀɴᴛ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ(ꜱ): N/A

ʟᴏᴠᴇʀ(ꜱ): Briefly wished with Harchefaunt, never got there, none at present 

ᴄʟᴏꜱᴇꜱᴛ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅꜱ: Yda, Hien, Alisae, Alphinaud, Aymeric, Estinien, Krile, Riol, G’raha, Wuk Lamat, Jehantel and the rest from the Bard questline, Gulool Ja Ja, Gosetsu, Ardbert

ᴀᴄQᴜᴀɪɴᴛᴀɴᴄᴇꜱ: Count Fortemps and his family, Yugiri

ᴄᴏᴡᴏʀᴋᴇʀꜱ/ᴄᴏᴍʀᴀᴅᴇꜱ: Thancred, Papalymo, Y’shtola, Urianger, Tataru, Erenville

ʀɪᴠᴀʟꜱ: None at present, though he’d be open to a more friendly one 

ᴇɴᴇᴍɪᴇꜱ: The Ascians, Asahi, sas Brutus, Zenos, Zoral Ja, Sphene

×—ʟɪꜰᴇꜱᴛʏʟᴇ—×

ᴏᴄᴄᴜᴘᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: Warrior of Light, Bard on the side 

ᴄᴜʀʀᴇɴᴛ ʀᴇꜱɪᴅᴇɴᴄᴇ: Tural

ʜᴏʙʙɪᴇꜱ: Singing, Dancing, Capoeira 

ᴠɪᴄᴇꜱ: Chocolate, and good coffee 

ᴄʀɪᴍɪɴᴀʟ ʀᴇᴄᴏʀᴅ: Aiding in a revolution 

ꜱᴘᴇɴᴅɪɴɢ ʜᴀʙɪᴛꜱ: On the simpler side, he doesn’t want to get on Tataru’s bad side, will splurge for musical expenses though

ꜱᴏᴄɪᴀʟ ᴏʀ ʟᴏɴᴇʀ: very much a social person, barring when he’s overcome by negative emotions, so he doesn’t hurt anyone

ꜰᴀɪᴛʜ / ʀᴇʟɪɢɪᴏɴ: Believes in the goodness of people

×—ʟɪᴋᴇꜱ // ᴅɪꜱʟɪᴋᴇꜱ—×

ꜰᴏᴏᴅꜱ: Chocolate, good coffee, quite a few fruits, quite a few meats

ᴄᴏʟᴏʀꜱ: Green, yellow, and blue

ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇꜱ: Tural, Ishgard has grown on him, The Black Shroud. The Azim Steppe

ꜱᴏᴜɴᴅꜱ: Music of any kind, his friends laughter, birds chirping. An enthusiastic crowd, an awed crowd, a busy crowd // Too much Light, too much silence, the Tower of Babil, anything that’s far too high pitched

ꜱᴍᴇʟʟꜱ: Flowers, the land after it rains, a calm evening // Smoke and ash, burnt things

ᴛᴇxᴛᴜʀᴇꜱ: Strings, loose fabric, smooth wood // Being roughly grabbed

ᴡᴇᴀᴛʜᴇʀ: Sunny with a breeze, rain

ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ: His friend’s touches and affections, however little

×—ᴄᴏᴍʙᴀᴛ—×

ᴊᴏʙ / ᴄʟᴀꜱꜱ: Primarily a Bard, but also a White Mage, and can dip into a Dancer-like class of his own

ᴀʀᴍᴏʀ ᴛʏᴘᴇ: Looser clothing, and armored legs

ᴡᴇᴀᴘᴏɴ(ꜱ): His own bow crafted with the help of Gerolt, it took him a bit to learn it and its specifications, since he wanted it to be a harp as well, and it’s less flexible/cannot handle overdrawing (is that a term?) as a result

ꜰɪɢʜᴛɪɴɢ ꜱᴛʏʟᴇ: Fast, agile, accurate. With a bow, he’s scarily accurate and rather stylish, and with his style of capoeira, he drops the style quite a bit, but is even quicker and rather brutal if he’s fighting for real. 

ᴍᴇʟᴇᴇ ᴄᴏᴍʙᴀᴛ ꜱᴋɪʟʟꜱ: I’d describe it as Monk, if the skill was more leg-focused. He stays low and constantly on the move, delivering strikes with a surprising amount of strength and flexibility, able to strike as he dodges a returning blow. He carries around a small knife if he needs to, but very rarely actually uses it. 

ʀᴀɴɢᴇᴅ ᴄᴏᴍʙᴀᴛ ꜱᴋɪʟʟꜱ: His preferred style of fighting in Eorzea, he is quite the good shot. He took a noticeable increase in skill during Pre-Shadowbringers, when his friends were “disappearing”. 

ᴏꜰꜰᴇɴꜱɪᴠᴇ ᴍᴀɢɪᴄ ꜱᴋɪʟʟꜱ: The standard WHM offensive magic stuff, blood for the blood lily!

ᴅᴇꜰᴇɴꜱɪᴠᴇ ᴍᴀɢɪᴄ ꜱᴋɪʟʟꜱ: Where he excels, with buffs for the party, or skills from the White Mage class

ꜱɪɢɴᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴀʙɪʟɪᴛʏ: Sound Barrier, an ability that’s like if he could cast a Crit-Shield (Differential Diagnosis, or Catalyst for example) at will that rapidly decayed. Used to weather a high damage blow to the party. If he’s a WHM, after Har’s death, he can cast Benediction on reflex, which saved his life when Zenos slashed at his chest in Stormblood.

×—ᴍɪꜱᴄᴇʟʟᴀɴᴇᴏᴜꜱ—×

ᴘᴇᴛꜱ / ᴀɴɪᴍᴀʟ ᴄᴏᴍᴘᴀɴɪᴏɴꜱ: Concert, his yellow chocobo; Harmony, his black chocobo; and Low, his capybara mount (I’ll get it one day ;-;)

ᴘʀɪᴢᴇᴅ / ᴘʀᴇᴄɪᴏᴜꜱ ᴘᴏꜱꜱᴇꜱꜱɪᴏɴꜱ: His bow, and his lute, made with materials from his home.

ʟᴀɴɢᴜᴀɢᴇꜱ ᴋɴᴏᴡɴ: With the power of the Echo, and his tattoo, he can effectively understand and talk in every language, through understanding comes easier than talking. He can speak the language of dragons, but had to be taught by Hraesvelgr. His tattoo is the thing that allows him to speak it. He can also speak in sign language, and has been able since he was a child.

ꜱᴘᴇᴄɪᴀʟ ᴛᴀʟᴇɴᴛꜱ: The language thing, but he’s also remarkably skilled at playing and composing music. He can pick up and play nearly any instrument. He also is a pretty good swimmer, to the surprise of the Scions.

ᴘʀᴇꜰᴇʀʀᴇᴅ ᴍᴇᴛʜᴏᴅ ᴏꜰ ᴛʀᴀᴠᴇʟ: Mounts, or airships.

ɴᴏᴛᴀʙʟᴇ ᴀᴄᴄᴏᴍᴘʟɪꜱʜᴍᴇɴᴛꜱ: Other than the usual WoL stuff, rewriting and singing the Dragonsong, and singing against the Endsinger, a musical battle that spreads throughout the cosmos beyond Eorzea

ᴀɴ ᴇxᴘᴇʀɪᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ꜱʜᴀᴘᴇᴅ ᴡʜᴏ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴀʀᴇ: ARR: Dying to Lahabrea; never forget what you have HW: Harchefant’s death, and the rewrite of the Dragonsong; always tell your loved ones, even just friends, how much you appreciate them. StB: Freeing Doma, and my god, Yotsuyu’s entire arc; Give even the worst people one chance to redeem themselves, but no more than that. SB: Nearly becoming a Lightwarden, and seeing outside the window after he woke up; It is never the end, even if it seems like it. EW: Meteion’s entire arc, Elpis, the Dead Ends, Zenos’s final battle ...quite a few here; Your comrades will save you, no matter the distance.

- Unsure how to, or if, I can add images in the middle of this so I'll out his tattoo ref here

There's a good chance I'll try and go more into his tattoo and stuff in a later post, if I find the motivation to try and make it coherent lol. It's in my head, I just dunno how to write it out. Thanks for viewing!