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"Do not mourn for what we had lost, but rather savor what you have gained. The means to overcome ill fates. This is our resolution."

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"Embrace your ego, Kimura, and all of your vices and virtues you bear as your walk your path. Embrace it, and claim your title I bestowed upon you as the Stalwart Sword. Embrace yourself...and farewell."- Nac

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Show me your plates

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“Perfection of character is this: to live each day as if it is your last, without frenzy, without apathy, without pretense.”

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“With crimson wings, we transcend towards eventide. As nightfall come, we dance beneath starlight.” - Jian Kimura (The Litany of Resolution)

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Repercussions at Death’s Edge

“Dad, your hand is shaking.” Jian looked down at his gloved hand holding his tea cup. Despite his best efforts to steady himself, the quivering did not escape his son’s sharp eyes. “Did you invoke Living Dead again?” “Let’s not talk about it, Gerald. How is your business with your bakery?” He covered his hand with his other to stop the trembling and took a sip of the piping hot tea. “Oh, I’m doing quite fine in Kugane, but you should stop using that spell as your crutch.” Gerald redirects the conversation, much to Jian’s dismay. Always so confrontational towards people he cares for with such brutal honesty, his father never was sure if it was a strength or a weakness. “I’m fine.” “Are you really okay, dad? You smell of blood and death, the whiskey bottle is empty, your carbuncle is guarding your door, and your sword is recently honed and is laying in your bed. Have you been sleeping with it?” Gerald crossed his arms. “...” Jian stared at his son for a moment; their eyes met for a moment in a long, awkward silence. “Yes, I am okay. Just had a problem that I failed to resolve.” His green limbal rings flashed as Gerald rolled his eyes, “Failed to resolve…bullshit. You could have asked for help. I’m right here, dad. I’ve been training with the Kimuras for the past six months, so I can recognize the repercussions of the dark arts when I see it. Please, let me help you, or at least, talk to me.” “I don’t think you would-” “Your grandfather- my great-grandfather- gave me the talk. And he said that he also gave you the talk. So, you need to talk or you’ll become less of a dark knight, and more of a dead knight,” the au ra sighs, rubbing his long, black horn, “And a dead father. You are my flame as I am to you, dad. I’ve still yet to find the answer to what would happen if I lost you so soon.” Jian winced, knowing the lecture his son spoke off. Sighing, he nodded, motioning him to sit comfortably while he took a long drink of his breakfast tea. He recalled his adventures, starting with his journey to be a guest lecturer at Old Sharlayan, which led to caring a demi-primal of a man with a mind of a child. About dealing with a gifted alchemist creating powerful simulacrums without dynamis, and paying for his miscalculations in anonymity with his family secrets. About facing gods and goddesses that he had no business in participating in as he showed his son a white mark on his forearm as they blessed him for his fortitude, despite his stark opposition to fight them. About fighting a superior wielder of the dark arts enhanced by Nymean arcanima like himself, and forced to invoke Living Dead out of desperation before collapsing from his wounds, and waking up to find himself unharmed, despite sitting in a pool of his own blood. He admitted that he hated the hand fate dealt him; after all, at the end of the day, he would rather decline it all and return to bean counting rather than constantly exposing himself at death’s edge.

All Gerald could react was, “Well. Damn.”

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About Jian Kimura

Carrd Non-Player Connections

Full Name: Jian “Xiyang” Goldhalle-Kimura Race: Highlander/Midlander Hyur Age: 35 Sex: Male Occupation: Auditor/Accountant Alignment: Lawful Neutral Patron Diety: Nymeia Story thus far: Taking an extended leave of absence from Mealvaan’s Gate to travel the world, Jian was recently hired by a Thavnairian nobleman to overlook the finances of an ambitious alchemist. During his stay, he shadows the Radiant Host’s clerks in hope to learn about the inner working of a working treasury in order to make improvements to the Ala Mhigan trade system.

Server: Coeurl Timezone: PST Looking For:

 Short-term or long-term

 One shot slice of life

 Combat

 Travels/Adventure

 Mature-rated RP (OoC communication required)

 Platonic friendships

Preferences:

Para or 1 long sentence, but can match to a degree.

18+

Can Discord RP

RP Hooks & Connections:

Childhood friends - You might have remembered him in Kugane as a very large, but awkwardly blunt child, or in Gyr Albania as a small, but passive bookworm who rather diffuse conflicts by reasoning than raise his fists.

Work colleagues & clients - You’ve worked with him at Mealvaan’s Gate or in other city states, where he has supplied financial advice.

Charitable work - Sometimes the virtue of justice can manifest beyond bureaucracy in the form of a helping hand.

Possibly the worst Dark Knight ever seen - Any run of the mill dark knight may recognize the magical dark arts Jian uses when he’s involuntarily subjected to combat; and upon inquiring about his past just to find that his kill count is only one, the times he invoked Living Dead is many, and his simulacrum is often in the shape of a carbuncle, you question whether this man is the worst dark knight or the best. .

A peculiar aetheric source - For those with aethersense, you might notice something odd about his aether, like two essences orbiting around each other like a binary star, yet neither side is consuming one or the other.

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Day 24. Flight

“Will you fight, or will you fly?”

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Day 23. Break

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Day 22. Challenge

Starting a new life in Vylbrand was one filled with trials and tribulations. Despite his quick learning in picking up the common language, the accents and inflections had given Jian some struggle. Sometimes being small in a city state full of giants put him with some severe disadvantages.

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Day 21. Island

“Is a continent an island?”

-Taereus Ayers

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Day 20. Soul “I take it that shit hit the fan, and you no longer desire to turn me into a carbuncle?”

“I’m escorting these villagers back into the city, so I’m in need of assistance.“ “Then assistance you shall get.”

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Day 19. Twice

“How do I look?”

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Day 18. Choice The moon lit the pale banisters where Jian sat, nursing a bottle while reflecting on his past. The flashes of fire and the screams, followed by excruciating pain and someone calling for his name. Rubbing his blinded eye, he grimaced, watching his shadow on the ground taking form.

Oh, it’s him again.

The cursed shadow that stood beside him when he wanted to be left alone. The shadow whom his ex-fiancee gave a worrying glance at, uncertain if she wanted to commit herself to a raving madman. The shadow that somehow saved his life.

“So, have you made your choice?”

And there he went, asking about making a choice. Jian knew what he asked for, but he stood up, throwing the bottle at the shade, which passed through him harmlessly. The sound of glass shattered behind them.

“What CHOICE do I have eh Nac?”

“...”

“All I ever wanted in my life is some peace with a loving mate and having a functional family, but you and I pissed it away!  Now, I only have a job, a working eye, and a broken body.”

“And a son.”

“Aye…a son that barely speaks.” Jian grumbled, crossing his arms. “So, fuck off, before I throw myself ye fuckin’ wank.” Nac shook his head, spouting another snippet from Jian’s favorite book before dispersing.

Even if you burst with indignation, I will still carry on regardless.

If Jian had a second bottle, he would throw it again.

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Day 17. Memories

Ten years go, Jian caught wind of a suspicious trafficking ring after a failed audit, condemning victims to become slaves of ill repute. As the slavers were operating under the jurisdiction of Limsa Lominsa, he quickly mobilized some notable allies, all willing to pay off their favors to him, to apprehend them and seize their assets. Many victims were rescued and returned to their homes or relatives, while one particular orphaned Au Ra child had no home or family to return to. Reminded of his past and feeling the pains of being alone without his parents, Jian took him under his wing to raise him as a son.

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Day 16. Guide

Rational men are born for each other’s sake; tolerance is a part of justice, that wrongdoing might not be so deliberate. Consider my brethren who spent their lives in enmity, suspicion, hatred, angst, and were then laid out to be thrown from the parapets onto the Sea of Clouds. Do not follow their path, seek an alternative.

- Leaves from a Nymeia Lily by Fudo Yasumura

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Day 15. Journey

“An accountant from Eorzea? My, you are a well-traveled man.” “I guess I am.”