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What is your favorite cuisine not from your home?

And what's your favorite color?

A lengthy hum and haw is given to answer the question. It was a serious topic after all, one's likes and dislikes; things that often meant a Mog or three was trying to get closer to you! A very good thing. His ears wiggled back and forth in time with the flick of his Pom-tail, before a slow nod as he spoke. "Dried fruits!" Kupo. "-Or the mushed up ice that tastes like fruits. We didn't have much of that where I come from." Culinary endevours for Moogles was a somewhat lacking department, why go through the effort to wait for a finished treat when you could just eat the Kupo Nuts as they were? "And I like uh... The sky? The specific one in the afternoon when there's no clouds." A bright color, vibrant and full of warmth from a distant sun. Upon the ground, it was a whole different hue than his mountaintop home.

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Drew them from memory

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[Idle Information #3]

Despite how obvious it is, Ji Ji wholly 100% believes his Miqo'te Disguise is flawless and no-one knows he's actually a Moogle. Most people just don't have the heart to burst his bubble as he seems so genuinely proud of it.

He did try a few other types of Mog-lymorphs [Full on shape changing magic, Polymorph Spells] but he felt too naked without his Pom, as if he'd lost something integral to his soul, so placing it on the end of a tail seemed the most 'reasonable' placement. He'd already given up his wings as none of the Eorzean races possessed that kind of trait.

As, after all, he'd seen many different types of Miqo'te tails, or feline animals in the wilds such as Coeurls or Chimeras, so the logic in his mind followed the same path - even though he's quite wrong about how the 'mortal' races and 'animals' really overlap.

The Pom itself is just as sensitive as it would be normally, and usually it's only Ji Ji himself that can touch it without flinching (As he will hold it to his chest sometimes and stroke the fur) - If he's allowed someone to do the same that's a great sign of friendship.

Texture wise, it's soft as clouds, and densely packed giving it a density that squishes somewhat solidly - it takes hours to dry off when it gets wet so it's avoided as much as possible, he himself will comb through it instead as a relaxing tail-care routine.

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Every Hero has a reason they find their courage.

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Very lazy doodles cause thinking about small points of Ji Ji's history always makes me weepy. But he's such a good lad! A coward who's learning to be better.

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[General Information]

[A Mobile-Accessible version of his basic information!]

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 Full Name–   .   ✦  Ji Ji Moguri (Also known as Mogjiuri)

.    NIicknames– .  ✦  Jiji, ‘Flying Rat' 

.    Age / D-O-B–    . ✦  Moogle Age ‘Young Adult (20-21 equivalent) - Been a Miqo'te for one year. Born on the Final Drop of Dew at the Frost’s Crest. (Last day before winter season)

.    Gender–    .  ✦  Male Presenting

.    Pronouns–   . ✦   He/They

.    Orientation–   . ✦   Demiromantic/Asexual (Exploring)

.    Current Work–  . ✦  Being a nuisance. / Aspiring adventurer

.    Species–    . ✦   Moogle Miqo'te

.    Height–    . ✦   5'0 on paw tip, 4'8 fully flat footed

.    Color Descriptors–    . ✦   Naturally deeper-tanned complexion, Furred whites edged with a natural fade into Pom-Red - Multi-hued colors in his irises depending on the light; like an aurora.

Unique Attributes; Larger than normal Miqo'te ears - A large ‘Pom’ on the end of a thin tail - Paw-Pad feet - Star like freckles - Soft Rainbow [Pink/Green/Blue] Eyes 

Mods In Screenshots;; Feet(Boot) Replacement / Sharp Teeth / Eye Replacement / Tail Replacement / Face Paint Replacement - Various Outfit Mods

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Current Residence–    .  ✦  Being required to check in with Alphinaud (Or follow around Estinien and the WoL), and thus wherever the Scions are.

.    Hometown–    . ✦   The Churning Mists

.    Languages Spoken–    .  ✦  Mogspeech, Common Eorzean.

.    Blood Relations–    .  ✦ A veritable hoard of siblings.

.    Other + Status–    . ✦   Moglin (Chieftain, gave him 'permission' to wander away! As long as he ‘kept out of trouble’ and who better to keep that from happening than the Warrior of Light!)

.    Children–    .✦    None

.    Pets–    .  ✦  None

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.    Personality–    .   ✦ A little dumb, and a tad naïve, but not really stupid once he gets the hang of things. Easy to impress and even easier to confuse.

✧Will listen to someone talk on and on and on about things they’ve done, even if they’re mundane chores or flat out lies of adventures! 

✧ Prone to playing twenty questions with people, he doesn’t really know how to take a hint to go away. Quickly loses focus when he gets too excited.

✧Genuinely kind hearted and empathetic, this moogle-turned-Miqo'te is happy to share what little he has (Even if it’s his last Kupo Nut!)

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.    Hobbies–    .  ✦  Collecting items (Usually strangely average things like bottle caps or loose change.) Shows them off with pride. Taking small flights of fancy when no one is looking (his wings may show up if he gets too excited however, he doesn’t notice how he hovers), trying to get into the Gold Saucer (He’s banned cause he was cheating), Eating Kupo Nuts. 

.    Annoyances–    .  ✦  . Loud machinery, People pulling on his Pom Tail! It’s far too sensitive!, Getting yelled at for being excited, sharing his Kupo Nuts (Will do so begrudgingly)

.    (FFXIV) Job–    . ✦   'Blue Mage’ (Mog Mage; Take whatever it is and put Mog Infront) Traits of Dancer + Picto.

 ✦ Omnicrafter [Not so much Gathering] - Makes his own Clothes/Foodstuffs for Eorzean Tradecraft. His styling is inspired by the myriad of people he’s come across or things he likes. (Clothing is often helped along by Tataru and he’s vaguely her apprentice)

.   (FFXIV) Political Affiliation–    .✦ The Scions

.   Faceclaim if applicable–   ✦ . In-Game Screenshots, or Art done by myself / my wife

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[Idle Information #2]

Ji Ji's a deft hand at crafting clothes and meals. Part of this is due to his own mog-lymorphed Miqo'te body needed clothing for his specific size (And wandering up barefurred was a no-no!), and the other part is a way to feel useful to those around him.

After meeting the Scions, it's evident fairly quickly that Ji Ji isn't up to par to play with the big kids yet (This is wholly due to his lacking confidence in what he's capable of! Have faith little mog!) and he's unsure of what he's supposed to do with himself if he can't fight or help defend the world like his heroes.

It's Tataru Taru that brings up that she felt very much the same way, and introduces him properly to clothing making, as well as the culinary arts. He takes to these fairly quickly and tries to learn all the trades he can. Having proper opposable thumbs as opposed to paws makes this an even better building block to his confidence.

Prone to flashy embelishments, or small detailed stiching, he's a lover of bright colors or fur-safe fabrics. Most of the inspiration the Moogle will use comes from random people he's happened across - or things he enjoys sewn in patterns to be boldly on display.

Secretly there's a Crowned Pom pattern stitched by hand into the hem of everything he makes, giving the 'King's Safe Blessing' to all his friends even if they don't know it, and it might not even do anything.

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[Idle Information #1]

Mogjiuri has a noticable scar across his ear from his fifth trip with the Mog-Guard into the dangerous territory around Moghome. He wanted to find his place and what he could do, and with his abilities as a spellcaster he thought it would fit for him.

This particular extrusion found them caught by a voracious, feral, and fairly large dragon. It was the first time his bravery was put to the test - and he failed; frozen still by shock and panic, it wasn't until the dragon's jaws were coming for him directly that one of the experienced Mog-Guards pushed him out of the way, the clashing teeth catching his ear.

Pain was enough for him to come to his senses, and true courage came forward with bolts of magic, peppering the beast as it devoured Moogle after Moogle with their pinprick swords swallowed to its gullet.

It brushed off his spells without being phased, and the group ran away as soon as the opportunity presented itself. He never joined the Mog-Guard after that as he truly thought that he wasn't strong enough to do so.

Unknown to Ji Ji, Dragons scales are made to absorb magic, so no matter how powerful his bolts had been (And they are quite potent when charged with his emotions!) he wouldn't have been able to stop it.

The sight of red fur and falling poms is etched into his memories, although he'll rarely talk on it - 'he's a prey animal after all, it's expected for him to be weak.' - He never wants it to happen again, and this is the foundation of his courage, no matter how cowardly he feels.

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[An Introduction, Kupo?]

[Closed Starter for @crystalmarred ]

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“Hey, you’re the Warrior of Light!” Paws tapped against stone, one after the other with a short statured gait before the padded beans heel-turned to pace the other way again. Feline ears flicked atop glossy white locks as the young man continued to wrack his brain, speaking aloud with a mock of conversation.

“Oh? Wow! Funny meeting you here! You’re… uh, that’s… hrm…” Gemmed eyes closed as Ji Ji pouted his lip, arms crossed with claws tapping ever so slowly to his tanned forearm. In the passing of heartbeats the dip of his pommed tail began to lower until the reddened fluff touched the cobblestone behind his feet.

He didn’t remember the warrior of light’s name. That, that was a problem.

It had been quite some time since he’d seen them in the clouded dragon-filled skies of Sohm Al. A stretch of time that the Miqo’te-hidden-Moogle couldn’t really comprehend in the schedule of landlocked men. Forgetting a difficult thing like an Eorzean name wasn’t too far off the mark…

“Kee…..Kaa… No, no there was something before that.” Running a hand through his hair, the moogle hummed before leaning around shadowed corner of a building in Revenant’s Toll, most of his body stepping out into the light as he stared at the aforementioned recognized-idol who loitered (with seemingly some kind of purpose if the similar waiting posture was any indication) and found himself caught up in once again, the same sparkled-eyed remembrance of when he’d first happened across the party of adventurers.

Ji Ji shook his head vigorously - hands pointed forward as if blinders to the task as he brought himself to focus once again. Just, talk to him, thank him for teaching him the world below the clouds existed, leave him to his day.

Softly the fluff of his pom swung with a shiver as he forced himself to take a few steps forward - freezing as an antelope before the wolves as the true-Miqo’te’s ears turned at some sound - causing the youth to dart back around the corner like the coward he really was.

“Come on Mogjiuri, you came down here cause of him, because of-“ Blinking before slapping one hand into the other, the fog of memory cleared as his excitement spouted the sudden clarity in an instant; “X'kijin! That’s it!”

Boosted by this surge of confidence - and perhaps a bit of lacking forethought - the moogle suddenly found himself once more warmed beneath the noonhigh sun, a beaming smile on his face as he approached that collected, cool, and-

“-King’s whiskers you’re tall.” The observation came without prompting, slipping out right as the youth stepped into the shadow of the ‘other’ Miqo’te. Realizing just as quickly that was the first sentence of this impromptu introduction. The First impression.

With his whole body stiffening as if frozen, Ji Ji found his ears raised high and gemmed eyes wide as he stared up at the warrior he’d only seen from afar, now, focused on him and his idiocy.

“…You’re my inspiration.” A statement, fumbled with mixed order as he tried again. “Wait- I uh. I’m Ji Ji, You went to the clouds and- I mean. X’kijin you- No. What? I wouldn’t. Know…You’re…”

Star freckled cheeks flushed red with embarrassment as his voice sputtered out into a mogish squeak, and with hands tangled in the strings of his clothes, he couldn’t force another word onto the pyre he’d built.

Abort, nope. Failed step one.

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"Adventure's just around the corner, let's go! Kupo!"

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My precious boy Ji Ji Moguri, no braincell glamoured-Moogle who just wants to be a world renowned adventurer like the Warrior of Light!

Sure, he has to hide his wings and people sometimes look at his Pom funny, but he'll learn how to fit in slowly but surely!

[Close ups + Lines/Flats etc under the cut]

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[A Moogle's History]

(Taken from his history page, I realize I never put a post of it up, so here's Ji Ji's general lore for mobile!)

Mogjiuri was a strange youth, even by Moogle standards - prone to staring off into the distance for hours on end, even when there were Kupo Nuts to be harvested (Or eaten!). Whenever asked ‘Why do you do that?’ by one of the other young Moogles of Moghome of Sohm Al, he would always take a few moments; whiskers wiggling in thought as the breeze tousled his pom this way and that.

‘I’m counting how many clouds there are, Kupo!’ The lie was never challenged, and Mogjiuri would be once more left on his own to watch the drifting skies.

The real answer, was he was dreaming of what could lay beyond the summit they lived on, if there was more to the world than counting stars every night or seeing how far he could sneak from their protected settlement before elders would catch him, ever warning the silly Moogle of how dangerous everything was.

It wasn’t until the arrival of the Warrior of Light and their entourage that he would find his answer. Strange creatures (People!) lived beneath the clouds? And there were more than just these few?!

Instantly taken by them, Mogjiuri was smitten by the discovery of the word ‘Adventurer’, and followed the party across The Churning Mists, seeing how they dealt with each trial of those dangerous beasts with all the experience of true fighters; and though he was confident the tall brooding one was aware of his presence, none of the party denied the little Moogle his indulgence. 

Mogjiuri even found himself proving his courage to help the Warrior of Light defend themselves against a few dragons (and other Moogles), with his Mog Mage magic copying some of their abilities to help in a trial or two as the great Hraesvelgr tested them, earning a front row experience of the fun that adventurers had.

Eventually, the end of the adventure came as the party made to leave - off to the next stage of their story - and Mogjiuri knew he couldn’t go back to staring listlessly at the skies anymore! Not once he had been given proof that the world was bigger! Explorable! And more of all, that if you could jump good or use a really bright book, you could beat those scary monsters outside your den!

Petitioning (pestering) the Chieftain Moglin for answers on what to do about this newfound desire, and about the Warrior of Light as a whole, the elder Moogle just sighed, listening to the excited blabber the youth had, and offered a half hearted joke under his breath;

‘If you like them so much… just follow them, Kupo?’

This revelation stopped Mogjiuri in his tracks, and in an instant the young Adventurer was estatic as his somewhat naive understanding of the comment took it as permission, Thanking Moglin vigorously for allowing him to travel below the clouds (Completely oblivious to the Elder’s words of ‘I wasn’t serious!’), Mogjiuri packed his bag - stuffed to the brim with as many Kupo Nuts as he could hold - and flew as fast as his little wings could carry him down into the world below.

Soon enough he met with the revelation that normal people weren’t like the Warrior of Light! They couldn’t see him, or hear a Moogle like him! 

So with a little bit of Moogle magic, the young Mog Mage used a good dense spell of ‘Mog-lymorph’ to change himself into a Miqo’te (He’d tried a few other variations of ‘People’ but none of them had a place to hide his Pom!) and took off to find the fabled Scions that had ignited his Adventurer’s spirit in the first place.

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[Meet Your Heroes, Kupo!]

[Closed starter for @phoenix-flamed ]

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For once the auroral winds that often came off the lakeside of Midgardsomnr’s grave had faded, to give a nice and warm disposition to the clamorous markets of Revenant’s Toll… But when wasn’t it sunny and shiny in Eorzea? Always so different from the cloudy atmosphere in Moghome.

Perhaps this is why the beaming lad found himself walking with his head held high to the air, taking in a long deep breath of the aether rich breeze as he adjusted the weight of his bag across his shoulder. There was always the familiar tail-flicking to the beat of a marketer’s song as he walked through the upper gate to the plaza - welcoming himself in with a silent grin to this ‘home’ he’d grown somewhat used too.

Of course, the reason for his early return was something of a sour note (Dismissed from the group due to their lacking faith of his experience) but Ji Ji Moguri, the grand adventurer, wasn’t about to let that get him down!

For a moment those chalk white ears drooped before he shook his head with comical vigor, the bright fluffed pom at the end of his tail swaying back into a casual tempo.

Once more that bag slipped a bit from his lean frame, the ‘lanky’ limbs of the Miqo’te body still somewhat of a stranger to the Moogle; though as his gaze sparkled across the bustling crowds as he continued onwards with a pip in each step that jostled his feline ears with a jaunt.

Before the young man could find another thought swimming across his tanned complexion, the fur of his Pom tingled as bright eyes fell onto a large crowd that had gathered towards the bottom of the hill, the balloons of a Chocobo’s carriage seen above even the taller statures; with some of the annexed refugees coming and going from the mess of conversations.

Realization sparked across his fur in time with a sharp toothed smile.

Sir Rosfield was here.

Pawed feet tapped against the dark cobblestone in place to a rapid beat - one usually shown by a fluttering of wings that weren’t there at the moment - and without a single thought in his head, he was already running down the incline; the swaying pom of his tail swishing to and fro.

As a well known man who often came to Revenant’s Toll, Elwin Rosfield was almost a myth to the wannabe adventurer, always happening to come to the plaza on the hours the moogle himself wasn’t there (Or… happened to be sleeping somewhere), a charitable and kind soul that had a wealth of experience under his belt on how to be… well, good!

Gemmed eyes blinked as his thoughts finally caught up with his actions. Was he really about to bulldoze his way into conversation with a man of such esteem?

Arms waving wildly, it took a good deal of gravel beneath his claws for the young fool to come to a stop in the middle of the decline; hands raising to rub across his hair in a muted display of internal debate.

On one paw, it was one of the few times he’d found the opportunity to see the man everyone talked about, he could ask him about advice, or contacts, or maybe he needed an escort for his deliveries to…wherever it was he was to head next - that would be fantastic!

Crouching slightly and motioning at nothing in particular, the thought continued with a pantomime of sorting unspoken strings of a single-sided conversation.

On the other, Sir Rosfield was a busy man who likely had far more responsibilities than answer questions of a no-name moogle, maybe it would even be offensive to approach without prompting? Was that a thing to Hyur…

Talons against solid ground served as an alarm to the potential departure of this wrangled opportunity. Tail raised high with feline ears flicking just as quickly, Ji Ji gave a shout without thinking, bolting forward down the rest of the hill with nary a moment to stop his momentum - the thinning crowd parting as the youth ran onward, his eyes closed as his lungs (flying was so much less effort!) started to complain.

“Wait! Sir, I have a questi-”

Jolted from his words, the small statured Miqo’te found himself stopped dead, tumbling back from the larger body of the man he had worried to embarrass, a quiet noise with a disgruntled hum rising in his throat at landing on his tail-pom - but saved any scrapes by the fluffy end regardless.

Ji Ji’s ears lay flat to hide in equally white hair as he shook the daze from his thoughts before looking up to the lord - shadowed from the sun in such a way he could only blink in a child’s awe.

Sir Elwin Rosfield, a well known soul who helped those in need, charitable and honourable with more than a few stories from older adventurers who spoke well into the night of high tales paired with bright experiences.

Here, as the glamored moogle looked up at him, crossing pawed feet to hold his ankles, starry freckles moved with a wide eyed smile. He looked so…

“...Cool” Kupo.

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Revenant‘s Toll

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Moogle Fact! Ji Ji Cannot teleport! He's gotta take other means of travel, or fly in moogle form to get from place to place!..... Or have a trusted adventurer stuff him in a breathable sack and teleport on their person!

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Hello! I hope your recovery is going well! This is a random anon with a random question for you to answer whenever you're back! What type of music would Ji Ji listen to? Are there any particular instruments that they’re drawn to? Do they play?

His ears flick forward and back at the question, brows drawn tight in deep contemplation as he taps a knuckle to his temple. It's with a big toothy smile that he nods and replies; "Any kinda music is good music! The ones with those weird-" his fingers wiggle quickly as he leans back a bit with that curious expression. "-jingly noise. That big flat trunk of white squares you fiddle with. I like that." He'd yet to find one of those within the smaller places he'd visited around Eorzea; lots of people in Ishgard had them in their homes though, so he kinda missed them. At the second half of the question he huffed, Pom-Tail high in pride as he barked a laugh. "I wouldn't be much of a Mog if I couldn't play music!" He paused, squinting, ears flattening for a second. "Well. I mean. The ones I've played before. Like flute-reeds. Or whisper strings... Or Kupo-shells..."

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((I am doing well!! As of this post I am now at the 2month recovery mark! \o/ Able to sit at my desk again! Thank you for the message! :D))

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SCAR-THEMED HEADCANONS

TW for self-harm

how many scars does your muse have?

is there a scar they don't like to talk about?

do they have any "mundane" scars? caused by a paper cuts, falling against a corner, an operation... ?

do they have any childhood scars?

do they have any battle scar?

are they proud of their scar?

do they tend to hide their scar?

which scar was caused by the worst wound?

do they have any funny story related to one or more of their scars?

do they have any scary story related to one or more of their scars?

do they have any scar shaped in a very particular way?

do they like it when people touch their scars?

did they ever come up with some absurd story about their scars?

do they have any scar caused by someone they still have a positive relationship with?

do they have any scar caused by someone they consider an enemy or a rival?

[ TW ] is any scar a reminder of a near-death experience?

[ TW ] do they have any scar caused by self-harming?