#-Captain Kuro Solaire

[captainkurosolaire]

X5 ~ Prelude to Destiny

[Prev:C] Sunbreak Treachery ~ Scarlet Destiny ~ ♪"Good Guy"♪

Surging water rushed down stream and woodland insects began hissing. A process of wild nature was coiling, a serpent slithering up an evergreen, where chirping birds held host, were being nurtured by their dearest mother of plucked worms being divided kindly, a few newborn eggs left to hatch. A predator serpent salivates a most-scrumptious treat, practically anticipating its course-meal, down those impressive elastic-like mandibles. Camouflaging alongside bark on the unexpected-prey. Its winding patterned-tail curling in support with a sturdy bough. Preparing itself to lunge when their grown-guardian drew close among the edge of the abode nest. One-strike all it’d take. Drooling venom-leaked against its fangs.

The Primeval Law; weak was fed to strong. All abide even if they’ve yet to encounter their devourer. Lonely and with a trouble-soul on a nearby bench gave a daring-stare to this process. Words reciting back in harmful-memory from his own pit-betrayal consistent snakes on his Crew or swimming in believed friendly-waters, hiding deceitfully. Recently departing a treacherous brother consumed by envy, he left them to their own-fate to a volunteering infirmary after their emotional-battle. Far as their long-history was concerned, this was the conclusion.

Again. Left with no-one, nothing. Giving a castaway didn’t mean his Crew would care or remember him after the Summer-break that was agreed-upon. Everything built-up to be demolished again, perhaps in the end, that’s all his purpose served. Fleeting reprieve or an experience to parade; merely a tale. Constant-cycle, that no-matter how many times, attempted to evolve past being simply defined, he always fell-short where it mattered. Teeth-grit angrily with rebelliousness, this was his shade. Always resisting what’s supposed to be assumed, standard, natural. Traitor’s venom from Sol, sept into his veins, and momentarily obscured reflection, <”You’ll become no-better than me, blight akin to myself. All that preaching of goodness, light you bring… Those accursed eyes… Constantly shining against darkness will collapse, you’ll be confronted with the forces we ran to maintain freedom. That we both know, are impossible to overcome. Irrefutable tides, power-beyond-power, none can oppose and it’ll come for your sanctuary. When it DOES, you’ll become at the forefront butchering to survive; thrive, or die empty as nothing.” Winning against their grueling contest, but it didn’t feel like that at-all. He lost a practical considered-brother, a friend, someone trusted. So many wounds overtook and festered. Couldn’t help but wonder if there was painstaking truth in this omen. Not-the-first time something demonic, prophecies his foretelling of the future. That stalking-serpent about to gobble up, let out a hiss before lunging at the motherling, feline-ears quivered, before a bellowing shout, raged forth his own tatted-scarred arm maneuvered like serpent itself grappling the snake in tracks. Poisoned-dipped-fangs close to the motherly bird who collapsed in frightening fear. Wanting to strike at the interrupting-handler, but expertly strangled in prevention. He was its predator, the traumatizing snakes surrounding his story-past made feline instincts-flare. Vengeful frustration wanting to keep squeezing, serpent with a vicious-grip back that often choked-prey’s life out of them. Taking his own wrathful-distraught on something, anything to remove-feeling. Facially-feature’s intimidatingly surfaced, before roaring and snarling stood against the snake, making its resisting force act cowardly; skin shedding early in fear, wanting to slip away to escape desperately; preservation crying. Knowing the serpent was now in-peril. Clutched callous-grip stayed viciously snug until suddenly, the conflicted-soul, dropping below on his knees freeing the creature with mercy, as it slithered recoiling into hedges onward, it’d find meal elsewhere.  Balled-fist kept pounding against the soils beneath, until this boiling-fury was vanquished and knuckles busted open. Resisting urges to become another vile-design; proving them right. Thought crept-in. Opposing so many oppressive forces, notions, order, acted on his own principles, but never saw any succession. No reward in this road of kindness. Nay treasures, glory was had, the people of the land-he-idolized their simplistic and normal settings, mocked for being too mundane. To him it seemed so routine but above-all, they owned peace, knowing no enemies, they lived-unadventurous life but held an inspiring wealth that was long-lasting that didn’t slip from their fingertips, nor materialistic or fool’s gold. His chaotic world navigated upon, continuously rejecting him seemingly from being any symbol-good. As-if wasn’t meant-to-be, swore himself to such-a-daring task with a-sea itself. The pledge prohibited him from ever tasting any true solitude. Condemning his own slavery in mind, body, spirit and soul so foolishly in brazened-youth. Whether desired or not; he must become a conqueror. 

Would figuring out who his Mother was grant clarity a sense – closer to mastery? His-feet shuffled back to standing composure resettled. Taking a breathing; believing unlikely with an exhaled-sigh. Yet his prismatic, fluttering inner-guide hadn’t steered him wrong. He’d boldly walk to this next-seek. Unknowingly that the perceived ‘inadequate’ heart-thrumming inside him, would be contested against warring deathly drums written; in scarlet-destiny. Whole barbarous Isle with a purely-dominating Nation of blood-thirsty predators, eating upon the world’s core effortlessly once again reawakened, stirring up on his beloved-seas, their appetite gluttonously, insatiable, devours in power, ruthless savages.

Collision tides were inevitably forecast to meet; in forces of two, Gorey seas of crimson-bloody murky polluted waters versus unfiltered gilded-gold with an illuminating sun-ray, overhead reflecting the tiniest semblance of hope, that encouraged invitation to waters.

[mimble-sparklepudding]

16. The Pirate.

The Pirate lives for endless seas,

To hoist his colours on the mast,

Whilst dark sails billow in the breeze,

That drives him further from the past.

The sixteenth character in my silly poem series is Captain Kuro Solaire of @captainkurosolaire.

Probably one of the most renowned original characters in the FFXIV fandom! And certainly one of the most skilled writers and gposers I've ever had the privilege to encounter.

Creativity spills from this blog like golden trinkets from a buccaneer's chest. Passionate, original and inexplicably modest, I have to flag this one up, because I know you'll be hooked (sorry).

[under-the-blood-moonlight]

𝔑𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱𝔩𝔶 ℭ𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔰 (1)

“Daemon, esto subjecto voluntati meae!“

“Well, I wouldn’t do that if I were you. It just gets messy.”

“Get her! Before she can report to the Inquisitors!”

“Oops.”

“No way out little mouse!” “Get her!”

“Nooo thank you!”

“What the? Kuro?”

“Fancy” - @captainkurosolaire​

[reikomizuno]

🔪 Has your OC ever killed someone? Ever had to defend themselves against violence? How did this make them feel? Or, alternatively, has your OC ever attacked someone? Seen someone die?

These, sir, are the hands of a healer. I have never once shed blood in name of violence, and all the blood that stains these hands belong to the patients I helped in the field or at the table. I do know how to protect myself, and once or twice I did throw punches at people to get distance, but there are ways, and certain chemicals that could be use to... disable people without killing them.

I have seen a lot of death, as it walks together with life, an endless circle. I have shed my fair share of tears for each of them. It breaks my heart, but I got to keep my head up, and hands steady, for I have a job to do.

Thank you for the ask <3

@captainkurosolaire

[layla-grey]

I belong to you, I've belonged to you since the beginning, since before I even knew I did.

@captainkurosolaire

[shur-kha-ffxiv]

I like you / I hate you / I dislike you/ I love you / You are family / I would take a bullet for you / I would shoot you / I would lie to your face / I would say something cruel to you on purpose / I would say something cruel to you accidentally  / I would cheat on you / I would physically hurt you / You annoy me / You amuse me / I’d laugh at you / I’d laugh with you / I’d manipulate you / You scare me / You confuse me / I wish I knew you better / I trust you / I don’t trust you / I lost trust in you / You inspire me / I consider you an equal / You are beneath me / You’re better than me / I would trust you with my life / I think you’re mean / I think you’re petty / I think you’re childish / I think you’re smart / I think you’re stupid / I think you’re a bad person / I think you’re a good person / I’m not sure what kind of person you are / I wish you would listen to me / I want to make you proud / I wish you would notice me / I want to impress you / I would hurt other people for you / I’m not sure how to make you happy / I’m a bad influence on you / You deserve better than me / We make a great team / I’d have a one night stand with you / I’d have a relationship with you / I would marry you / I fantasize about our life together / I would trust you with my most treasured belonging / I would tell you my darkest secrets / You disgust me / You intimidate me / I hope I intimidate you / I’d hug you / I’d let you hug me  / I’m scared of losing you / I don’t think you like me / I want to be better for you / I respect you / I don’t respect you / I lost respect for you / You’re my mentor / You’re my friend / You’re my best friend / I have a crush on you / I could easily watch you die / I’d get drunk with you / I’d party with you / I’d comfort you / I’d prank you / I’d spike your drink / I’d act behind your back / I’d abandon you / I’d hurt you to get what I want / I would choose my happiness over yours / I would choose your happiness over mine / I despise how much I care for you / I need you / I’m dependent on you / I don’t know what I’d do without you / I’m scared of you leaving me / I’d give my life for you / You frustrate me / I’d call for you in a time of need / I would protect you / I’d visit you in hospital / I’d carry you if you were hurt / I’d feel guilty if I hurt you / I’d let you be near me when I am vulnerable / I’d ignore a phone call from you / I’d call you at 3am / I’d break you out of jail / I’d get angry at you / I would shout at you / You’re too loud / You’re too quiet / You’re too sensitive / You're too distant / You can’t take a joke / You embarrass me / I feel nothing for you / You’re reckless / You’re bossy / You bore me / I would ask your advice / I would blame you for something I did / I would cry in your arms / You have the power to hurt me more than anyone else /

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"I..don't know what to think of you anymore. You hurt your crew and you hurt me. You put your goals over our safety and happiness. I wish to give you another chance, I just hope it doesn't get me burned."

@captainkurosolaire

[east-to-the-sea]

Sometimes you just gotta let your little leviathan buddy bite your afk friend. I'm sure he won't notice.

(@captainkurosolaire gotcha!)

[viridian-dragoon]

Brandt Character Profile (UPDATED!)

  General Characteristics

Name: Brandt Vedyrson

Other Names: “Brandy” (a nickname used by friends to annoy him), Unknown Family Name, “Lizard” (derogatory term for Au Ra by Ishgardians), Shinjiro “Shinji” Ishida (pseudonym)

Titles: The Travelling Hunter, Black Dragon, Captain, Voidbuster/Sinrender. (Both of which he’s tried to kick off himself.)

  Personal Characteristics

Primary Objective: Brandt’s raison d'être, his reason for being, is to protect the innocent and powerless. To this end, he hunts those who would prey on the weak and set up an agency in Mor Dhona where they can come for help. Recently he was contacted by a mysterious figure who requested his presence at the Crystal Tower...

Secondary Objectives: Brandt seeks to make amends with the Dragons for wrongs he committed to them in the Dragonsong War after their recent armistice with Ishgard. Along the way, Brandt is keen to discover his true identity.

Secrets: As a youth, Brandt came into direct contact with the Eye of Nidhogg during a dragon raid. This caused him to become aetherically linked to the Black Wyrm and was the cause of him being inducted into the Dragoon Corps at an earlier age than most. He keeps this fact hidden from most unless he places a great deal of trust in them.

Quirks: While often serious, having a tenancy to fall into episodes of reflection, Brand can often act quite snarky and cocky. Additionally, Brandt tends to give people short nicknames after a while, a sign of friendship on his part though they usually consist of a shortening of their first name or a defining attribute.

  Mental Characteristics

Known Languages: Eorzean. Conversational Hingan and Xaelan. Rough knowledge of Doman.

Lures: Brandt seeks dangerous situations, usually ones he can solve with a cutting remark or a cut of his Trigger. He will also often be drawn to people who are willing to share their time and experiences with him.

Savvies: Due to being a highly trained Dragoon, Brandt is skilled in the art of physical combat and is generally quite Acrobatic for his stature. He has put extensive research into beings not of Hydaelyn, Voidsent and the like, and knows the ins and outs of most of their ilk.

Ineptities: Given his history, Brandt cannot understand the weight placed on family ties. He is also incapable of playing musical instruments, but appreciates the art all the same. Recently discovered to be an absolutely terrible shot.

Temperament: Phlegmatic

Hobbies: In the pursuit of self-betterment Brandt has taken up Fishing and Cooking. These combine with a love of sightseeing as a driving force to explore Hydaelyn.

  Philosophical Characteristics

Morality: Brandt usually believes that he is morally decent in most aspects, accepting of almost all viewpoints. However, he is not above committing criminal acts should he view them as just in the moment, unless at the detriment of another he sees as innocent, and has participated in shadier dealings in the past. He also believes that it is generally fine to indulge one’s self in their vices, I.E. drinking, gambling or use of narcotics.

Perception: Brandt is typically a realist, leaning more towards a pessimistic view of a situation’s potential outcomes. When given the glass example he would respond saying it was half empty, but that it can be refilled. He does seek to be a voice of calm in heated situations.

  Spiritual Characteristics

Religion: Brought up around belief of The Twelve, mainly Halone. Has recently embraced a belief in the Kami as well as Azim and Nhamaa.

Superstitions: Brandt generally believes that it is bad luck to speak ill of the recently departed or tamper with gravesites. Given his recent line of work, Brandt is certain of the paranormal world’s existence.

Virtues: Humility, Patience, Diligence.

Vices: Lust, Wrath, Despair.

  Supernatural Characteristics

Ability: As a former Dragoon, Brandt is highly acrobatic, able to leap great distances both vertically and horizontally. He has high aerial control and is able to discharge aether from his body to adjust his trajectory, a skill all Dragoons are taught.He is also able to brace his body against long falls, again in line with all dragoons. Having been “selected” by the Eye of Nidhogg, Brandt also holds the power of the azure dragoon. After a recent episode of influence he has decided to abandon his lance unless the circumstances call for it, opting instead to use an Ironworks-built Gunblade..

Strengths: Brandt is trained in the art of “Critical Combat”, the art of taking down opponents by striking vital points. Brandt is also moderately trained in various forms of swordplay, including as a Gladiator, Hingan Samurai and self-practised Dark Knight. Has some mild shooting ability, but opts instead to use a modified rifle if he has, slashing first and then pulling the trigger.

Weaknesses: As he is blind in one eye, Brandt often has difficulty telling distances accurately, usually taking long times to plan his jumps. Brandt is also unusually pain-tolerant, meaning he often fights on after sustaining heavy injuries and causing him numerous issues. His accuracy with ranged combat is also more or less nil.

Restrictions: Due to his somewhat unique circumstance as an non-ishgardian under influence from Nidhogg, Brandt is more susceptible to corruption by it. His emotions have to be kept in check at most times and after experiencing bouts of great stress, his control over it slips. In order to combat this, he has been given training in various self-control methods, including tutelage on the Darkside and the Inner Beast, giving him a much tighter grip on it.

  Likes and Dislikes

Likes: Rainy weather, home cooking (favourite food is Coerthan Casserole), Looking at beautiful scenery, Sake, Hingan cigars, gatherings organised by friends, Taunting.

Dislikes: Heavy snow, oppressive rulers, ridiculously sweet things, people who enforce their ideals on others.

  Apparel

Equipment: Brandt always makes sure to hold a concealed knife on his person, otherwise he is usually in possession of his personalised Gunblade.

Wardrobe: Brandt tends to dress in dark tones, most commonly a dull green and black. Stylistically he wears clothing recommended to him by peers leaning towards heavier, warmer clothing but has also taken to wearing traditional Doman clothing. When expecting serious combat situations he will don armour, including that usually worn by Temple Knights.

  Social Characteristics

Emotional Stability: Cocky. Due to his early life and training in Ishgard, Brandt is otherwise characteristically stoic. It takes lots to bring him out of his shell, however he is very quick to upset.

Humor: Brandt’s tone of humor is fairly dark, but enjoys most forms of comedy. He cannot abide by speaking ill of the recently deceased however.

Status: Brandt generally tries to keep a low profile in Coerthas as he is considered a deserter by the Holy See’s old regime. Outside of Coerthan jurisdiction, Brandt is an honorary first lieutenant for the Maelstrom due to services rendered and is well known in Othard as a roaming hunter.

  School

Education: Brandt was taught to the base standards of education in Ishgard, including literacy and a decent understanding of mathematics. In addition he was given rudimentary lessons in cartography and tracking.

School: Brandt was home-schooled by Ser Ompagne, and given further training in the Ishgardian barracks.

Study Habits: Brandt will often only study while motivated to do so, such as after finding important information or when with a study partner.

Learning Type: Learns best via experience. Teaching him new ways to control his aether takes a heavy amount of effort.

  Interpersonal Connections

Allies: The Bumble Braves (de facto leader), The Stray Sheep (former member)

Enemies: No true enemies to date. Carries much disdain for the corrupt Ishgardian clergy. Makes effort to avoid dragons due to actions during the Dragonsong War.

Friends: The Kimura Siblings, Pixhie Neva, Chibisuke Neva, Daedari Arulaq, Naevia Sorel, Kaito Ninomiya, Iry Valbe, Sidurgu Orl, Yuki-chan, Kikyo Mihata, Khagarel Kha, Shur Kha, Oriana Daethal

Heroes: Estinien Wyrmblood, Ser Ompagne

Pets: None for right now.

Rivals: Nathan Nuhn, Sidurgu Orl, Kuro Solaire

  Physical Characteristics

Height: 84.6in (215cm)

Weight: 273lbs (124kg)

Species: Au Ra (Xaela)

Skin Color: Dark Blue-Grey

Hair Color: Green

Hair Length: Varies, tends to keep it mid-length..

Eye Color: Red

Tail Length: 45cm

Tail Color: Black

Scars: Faint scarring on left eye. Various marks across body.

Tattoos and Piercings: None as of yet. Contemplating some traditional Xaelan designs.

  Health and Fitness

Addictions: Heavy social drinker, smoker. When intimate situations, he becomes quite intoxicated by a lustful disposition.

Handicaps: Monocular vision (left-eye blind).

  Sexual Characteristics

Gender: Male

Orientation: Straight

Significant Other: Available (not really looking)

[lavender-hemlock]

The Captain Kuro Solaire

Drop me a character name and I’ll reveal my muse’s heart…For Kuro Solaire

VISUAL ATTRACTIVENESS: 💗💗💗💗  “A serious demeanor that shifts in a blink to devilish charm- and he knows it. Prideful, yet where it counts. The captain has a golden eye that captures anyone’s attention when met.”

FRIENDSHIP LEVEL: 💗💗💗 “He and I are somewhat familiar acquaintances. We met on rather precarious circumstances where I had to inquire his aid to steal back what is mine. A man of honor that has gained my respect for how high he carries his word at least. ”

SEXUAL DESIRE: 💔 “Would be odd to desire a man I know not of personally.”

ROMANTIC INTENT:  💔  “I have not the emotional attachment to consider such a thing, and upon our brief encounters.. I find I can trust him, but also there is this nagging in the back of my mind to stand my ground. The flirts are simple greetings and words to him. Nothing more.”

💔 Non-existent💗 Very low💗💗 A little💗💗💗 Hopeful💗💗💗💗 High💗💗💗💗💗 Maximum

(Have a consideration from my ever difficult muse. Thank you for the ask @captainkurosolaire!)

[kanawolf]

Below the read more is a very long list of character’s I remembered off the top of my head from fandoms who I’m totally down to do aesthetics:tm: for; this includes characters by themselves, in a ship pairing, with their family, in a brotp, etc. I’m probably missing some since I’m making this at 4 am so feel free to request a character that isnt on the list :)

Bloodborne:

Eileen the Crow

Bloody Crow of Cainhurst

Father Gascoigne

Alfred the Vileblood Hunter

Yurie the Last Scholar

Ludwig the Holy Sword

Laurence the First Vicar

Vicar Amelia

Adelaine the Blood Saint

Lady Maria of the Astral Clocktower

Gehrman the First Hunter

Annalise Queen of the Vilebloods

Martyr Logarius

Adella the Nun of the Healing Church

Arianna the Woman of the Night

Iosefka

Gilbert

Provost Wilhelm

The Plain Doll

Retired Hunter Djura

Old Hunter Henryk

Valtr

Daughters of Gascoigne

Viola

Micolash Host of the Nightmare

The Good Hunter

Dark Souls Series

Quelana of Izalith

Reah of Thorolund

Anastacia of Astora

Solaire of Astora

Oscar of Astora

Knight Lautrec of Carim

Laurentis of the Great Swamp

Quelaan

Siegmeyer of Catarina

Darkmoon Knightess

Princess Gwynevere

Dark Sun Gwyndolin

Crossbreed Priscilla

Sieglinde of Catarina

Lord’s Blade Ciaran

Hawkeye Gough

Dragonslayer Ornstein

Abyss Walker Artorias + Sif

Chaos Witch Quelaag

Witch of Izalith

Gwyn Lord of Sunlight

Nito Lord of the Dead

Seath the Scaleless

Aldrich Devourer of Gods

Slave Knight Gael

The Painter

Filianore

Yhorm the Giant

Yuria of Londor

Anri of Astora

Chosen Undead

Ashen One

Aldia Scholar of the First Sin

Alsanna Silent Oracle

Lothric the Younger Prince

Lorian the Older Prince

Yorshka the Company Captain

Orbeck of Vinhelm

Lucatiel of Mirrah

Nadalia Bride of Ash

Emerald Herald

Nashandra

Vendrick

Mytha the Baneful Queen

Sir Alonne

Manscorpion Tark

Scorpioness Najka

Manus Father of the Abyss

Elana the Squalid Queen

Velstadt the Royal Aegis

Rosaria Mother of Rebirth

Emma the High Priestess of Lothric Castle

Hawkwood

Greirat of the Undead Settlement

Leonhard

Shira Knight of Filianore

Sir Vilhelm

Sirris of the Sunless Realms

Fire Keeper

Horace the Hushed

Velka Goddess of Sin

Yoel of Londor

The Nameless King

Sister Friede

Pontiff Sulyvahn

Dancer of the Boreal Valley (+Vordt maybe?)

Champion Gundyr

Oceiros the Consumed King

Father Ariandel

Soul of Cinder (?)

Lords of Cinder (as a group)

Sekiro: Shadows Die Twice

Wolf/Sekiro

Lord Kuro

Emma the Gentle Blade

Owl (Wolf’s dad)

Tengu of Ashina

Lady Butterfly

Gyoubu Masataka Oniwa

Genichiro Ashina

Divine Dragon

Corrupted Monk

Ranger’s Apprentice:

Halt

Will

Gilan

Alyss

Jenny

George

Horace

Evaline

Pauline

Crowley

Tolkien:

Eru Iluvatar

Manwe

Melkor

Varda

Ilmare

Arien

Tilion

Olorin

Eonwe

Orome

Huan

Alatar

Pallando

Nessa

Tulkas

Vana

Yavanna

Radagast

Aule

Saruman

Mairon

Namo

Vaire

Nienna

Irmo

Este

Ulmo

Unien

Osse

Salmar

Gothmog

Thuringwethil

Langon

Ungoliant

Finwe

Miriel

Indis

Feanor

Findis

Fingolfin

Irime

Finarfin

Mahtan

Nerdanel

Maedhros

Maglor

Celegorm

Caranthir

Curufin

Amrod

Amras

Celebrimbor

Anaire

Fingon

Turgon

Aredhel

Argon

Olwe

Earwen

Finrod

Angrod

Aegnor

Galadriel

Ingwe

Celeborn

Oropher

Elu Thingol/Elwe

Melian

Beleg

Mablung

Luthien

Beren

Dior

Nimloth

Elwing

Elured

Elurin

Earendil

Elros

Elrond

Celebrian

Arwen

Elladan

Elrohir

Erestor

Glorfindel

Ecthelion

Maeglin

Idril

Eol

Haleth (+Haldar and Haladad)

Hurin

Morwen

Turin Turambar

Lalaith

Nienor

Bilbo Baggins

Frodo Baggins

Samwise Gamgee

Meriadoc Brandybuck

Peregrin Took

Rosie Cotton

Aragorn

Legolas

Gimli

Boromir

Faramir

Eowyn

Eomer

Haldir

Tom Bombadil

Goldberry

Thranduil

Tauriel

Bard

Tilda

Bain

Sigrid

Thorin Oakenshield

Fili

Kili

Balin

Dwalin

Oin

Gloin

Bifur

Bofur

Bombur

Dori

Nori

Ori

Dain the Ironfoot

Dis

Frerin

Dragon Age: (?)

The Warden (Cousland, Amell, Surana, Tabris, Mahariel, Aeducan, Brosca)

Alistar

Morrigan

Leliana

The Grey Wardens (Group)

Zevran

Flemeth

Hawke (purple, blue, and red versions)

Varric

Isabela

Fenris

Carver

Bethany

Anders

Merrill

Aveline

Sebastian

The Inquisitor (Trevelyan, Lavellan, Cadash, Adaar)

Cassandra

Solas

Sera

Iron Bull

Krem

Cole

Blackwall

Cullen

Josephine

Leliana (for the difference in her character)

Dorian

Critical Role:

Vax’ildan

Vex’ahlia

Pike Trickfoot

Scanlan Shorthalt

Taryon Darrington

Grog Strongjaw

Keyleth of the Air Ashari

Percy de Rolo

Cassandra de Rolo

Allura Vysoren

Kima of Vord

Shaun Gilmore

Sylas Briarwood

Delilah Briarwood

Dr. Ripley

Kashaw

Zahra

Dr. Dranzel

Kaylie Shorthalt

The Raven Queen

Sarenrae

Pelor the Dawnfather

Ioun the Knowing Mistress

The Wildmother

The Traveler

The Archeart

The Stormlord

The Changebringer

Nott the Brave/Veth Brenatto

Yeza Brenatto

Luke Brenatto

Caleb Widogast

Beauregard

Mollymauk Tealeaf

Caduceus Clay

Fjord

Yasha

Jester Lavorre

Marion Lavorre

Bryce Feelid

Dairon

Sunbreaker Ulumon

Keg

Calianna

Kiri

Shakaste

Nila

Essik Theylas

The Bright Queen

Avantika

The Adventure Zone:

Anyone from here I’m only on the Murder Train arc but I’ll do basically anyone

Legend of Zelda:

Link

Zelda

Shiek

Impa

Revali

Urbosa

Daruk

Mipha

Sidon

Ganondorf

Midna

Agitha Bug Princess

Riju

Yunobo

Teba

[captainkurosolaire]

X4 ~ Therapy

Reference ~ Mending Past ~ ♪"Transgender"♪

Fidgeting callous digits drew together, coral incense diffuser carried a eucalyptus scent to tranquil nerves being judder, open nasal-ways passages to breathe palpably again. The bold standing in the seat never felt this got anymore untroubled. Plunged-seeking for help from a dearest hearty found himself comfortable to confine in. Instinctively airing out, grievances, pain bottled within, wasn’t natural. It was attempting to relearn or change nature altogether. Kinsmen would call this act by being here, a sign of definitive weakness. They’d shun him even further, mocking his stake as a man, calling his pride pitiful… Artificially determined by underachievers of our society. However to expose your vulnerabilities, requires unprecedented power. Grit against that lingering, nagging feeling when your entire existence wants to crawl away. Is contesting against what’s supposed to be ‘nature.’ Upon this lounge seat, he was never-braver. A pirate-chasing after the grandest treasure, all forget-to-often, Tormented inner seas to navigate and master; Self-discovery! If someone were to acquire all the wealth in that… One must have to wonder, where’d they stand? Perhaps higher… Of a place not-yet charted to the fullest.

Sweat drenched palms, his throat gulped and dried before, “Ugh, this feels like I’m on a casting-couch n’ th’ local Red-Light District, tryna’ get some virgin hole’s stretched this Sennight.” Doing what often did to everyone who came in-contact, crudely buried and joked it away. Mocking his own feelings-until it was numb, displacing their noise. Throwing a popcorn-shrimp into his mouth with snacks on display, Council was also his Chef aboard too. Across from patient, a kind-hearted, Sea Roe and motherly-like maiden, giving a small-giggle at his remark, “It’s okay. We can wait for you to lax, this isn’t something we need to force open. There’s no-fires, here Cap’n. You’re safe, waves outdoors from us, under that sail-breeze accompanied.” She stumbled-across him when concerned, after nearly-dying from experimenting on narcotics and mixing strong-rum together one-night. Without her keen-observance the Sea Maiden didn’t notice his eyes incoherently devoid of sense, that faithful-Sun. She would’ve been too-late. Suffering more scars-than physically the canvas conveyed on him. Early on taking a mantle. Faltering when it came to multiple Crews. Incurring, mutinies, several enemies, known. Or lurking within depths of the unknown. Bounties that became steep from his escapades of fearlessness. Always targets at his back the moment he donned the inherited Tricorn Hat. From fallen Cap’n who founded this Goldbrand. Inside that-wee-bit part of us that holds us back ushering, whispering like a conniving parasite. Crept-in, saying to flee, run-away. Holding us back from growth-ushering and flourishing. It often won. Looking for any way to get-off-the-hook, from achieving anything, may lead to either happiness or deemed-fortune. Important to often resist that insignificant-part. To combat this requires a shout of frustration, and committing to your declared steps to truly heal. “What would ye’ like t’ ask?” Nerves turned to stone, a deep-inhale taken and exhalation followed. Amusement, candle-lit her visage, before an earnest-smile followed, “We’ll start discussing, what brings you thrill, fulfillment? You’ve a coffer of stories, Captain. They’re written not just upon but through you. Acquiring a healthy outlet to release them may help you astutely, or give room to castaway and relinquish unnecessary weight.” She had an ease sharing empathic attributes. Every emotion someone underwent was her own. Devilishly uprooted, a no-good expression of debauchery collected his features, “Ye sure about that? I could go-listing many pleasurable affairs with vivid details. Can’t say none of those experiences weren't a thrill. Worth th’ voyage my partners I’d bet could vouch fellow sentiments.” Looking to stir-up or shake, but she didn’t waver. Expecting to have her roll-her-eyes, give up on him before starting, hopelessly. As many before-her claimed to be ears. Was obvious she would’ve listened to anything. Nothing could deter her aid, cradled around him knowing just his actual hurt. This what a true-friend exhibited; a Crew? Uncanny, selfishness often was prime here, a believed-necessity. Expect everyone with a knife-of-betrayal equipped Loyalty, if held, resided the strongest-currency. Not glinted gold nor silver.

Bested by her with a pout, seriousness followed his features loosened actually thinking of what her words asked. “I guess seeing dreams realized ov’ others. Particularly my mateys anymore is enough satisfaction. I’ve held many wonders upon this realm. I scoured formerly n’ my shade, claiming Voidal Relics, t’ lost treasures left forgotten and barren. Every-time, I felt further from complete. Would-think with the infamy and power I was collecting, even the fortune I had. There’s no way I wouldn’t feel a sense of freedom sought or grandness. Regardless a gap waged between. Acquiring those ambitious endeavors took extreme sacrifices, not always on my account. I asked much ov’ my fellows. Two-men on the crew who were lovers had much to still-live on and found eachother in my stead, recently-wed, n’ they willingly chased after these materialistic-gains, fer me…  One voyage, required t’ see a difference-make against a War of the Depths that came t’ our shores. Despite their commitment to each other that adventure was seen-through by them. It’d prove the last-moment they shared together. One of them became corrupted, tainted by a relic’s influence, consumed ov’ ration, and killed their own heart; the very partner.” Broke-down and strings inside holding his composure, snapped. Quivering in his voice to encounter realization, “W-what, kind of Cap’n does that? I kept getting my hearties killed! Thwarting away futures not my claim t’ take. Cause of selfishness, greed, to prevent others from having all th’ cards n’ their own coffer? What th’ HELL was th’ justification!? They should still be together…” Balling his fist, nails-delving into his palm until bled. She wrote notes on her clip-board before setting it down. Unknowingly a part of her… Slumbering was strictly-involved in that War of the Depths. Reincarnation of the very-prime-foe. Even beyond both their known. Captain felt it instinctively during their meeting. Soon washed away the notion and mistrusted his own instinct. Because it wasn’t all-true. She demonstrated a whole difference to the advisory, formerly named Siren among Sirens in mythos, who orchestrated and owned an Empire at Depths of the Rohtano. Calmly and understanding from his perspective, “Cap’n we can’t carry everything outside us and blame our shoulders for not staying upright, otherwise we anchor and quickly follow-pursuit of the dead. You said it yourself they willingly followed and saw crucially a mission you-mentioned for that War? What would’ve happened if they didn’t? I’ve to bet more lives lost; War unfortunately is that, there’s no real-fortune any side attains. Always loss-occurs. Think they would-agree that was in-vain? Would they-be any happier or rested souls, knowing their Captain they shared who guided them to another foremost, sabotaged and chained himself because of their behalf? Your survival has a lot of guilt, it’s harmful.” Lowering herself to extend the reach of voice, it never once, impacted a sense of thought or deep-truth to reflect in. Frustration was being quelled, she further descended down to pull him from shallow-bellows of torment. 

As-if her spirit was diving to rescue him, where misery and sorrow; drowns their victims. She attempted to explain with insightful unfathomable wisdom, “Perception carries and decides our reality. Instead of seeing your failure, think of victory. You won in some semblance a War, a tremendous feat; prevailing over it. Every-breath you take on carries extra-life of every fallen hearty you said goodbye, departed to those early sea-bed graves. Look what’ve you achieved, how you’ve mustered courageously, standing against that Past. You’re able to discern; what’s wrong or is containing your gravity. Wallowing is dangerous, making people stuck in-limbo, devouring the Future and preventing a Present from ever-leaving unwelcome shadows. One foot of yours seems to be stuck on shore. While another contemplates a leap to the tides. I’m not saying to forget. I’m saying to swim with your knowledge and experience, forward, forward, forgiving forward.” Her words didn’t instantaneously make a difference, but they were making-brief dents. Never-valuing or understood forgiveness especially towards one-self. Wasn't it easier to quickly throw down the hatch a few-pints of bottomless ale, hasten numbness? No-one wanted to confront-this, or themselves. Burdened with confronting our own burdens. Pain happens when caring. In-the-deep the rulers residing; sharks swam in this manner. Forward, never deterring. It’s all they knew, otherwise they lose breathing, resulting in death. Yet they reigned and exhibited lessons. Captain felt a lighter-sense of him wasn’t an instantaneous recovery but a progressive, steadied one. “Thanks Slafhota, I’ll see ye’ n’ Seven Sun’s same time, aye?” For first-session, it already felt like a right-step towards entering that tide becoming a king of his depth.

[mimble-sparklepudding]

Which OCs that are not yours do you most admire? What is it about that character that you find impressive or engaging?

Thank you for the ask! Also asked by Anon and their friend Another Anon.

"I like all of my mutuals' OCs and find much to admire in all of them" is the short answer. So I won't attempt to list every single OC of every single person I follow and why I admire them, otherwise this post would get even longer than it already will be.

I do particularly admire OCs whose creator has given me such a strong sense of their personality and character that I can envisage how they might respond in a given situation and imagine them doing so in their "voice", so to speak. Strong and distinctive characterisation is always impressive.

Some examples of such OCs include Satien of @nyarumi-nyan, Inxli of @pinxli, Mercer of @furys-mercy, Iris of @irisopranta, Briar of @briar-ffxiv or Shio of @the-littlest-kojin

I also admire OCs with a strong story arc in which I end up getting extremely invested. Characters who aren't preserved in narrative aspic and who grow and change and develop always impress me (I'm not too bad at explaining my OCs journey, but I don't exactly show it much).

Some examples here would be Fennie of @scholarlostintime, Naru of @blucifer08, Hali of @starrysnowdrop, Mizuki of @pumpkinmagekupo and Amon of @spotofmummery (yes for the purposes of this exercise Amon is an OC, don't quibble).

I admire originality (which is not to say I look down on anyone going with something obvious and enjoying the heck out of it) in OC creation - those that have a really unique background, or a highly distinctive voice, or simply represent something that I would never have the skill or creativity to even consider.

Some examples here are Kwas of @peddlestox-shinyrocks, Mari of @cadrenebula, Coconeja of @plenary-indulgence, Flower of @meepsthemiqo, Leo of @healersadjust or Faye of @fair-fae.

And OCs who just dazzle with the coherency of their design and the whole accompanying aesthetic. The kind of OCs who could never be mistaken for anyone else. I can only aspire to such polish and attention to detail.

A few examples of this would be Captain Kuro Solaire of @captainkurosolaire, Drac of @draculas-husband, Silvaineaux of @houserosaire, Bram of @miqomischief, Mirrim of @mirrim-the-moonfaerie or Ki'To of @humblemooncat.

As I say these are examples plucked from a very long list of potential candidates, I would be mortified if anyone were to think that I didn't admire their OC simply because they aren't mentioned here. I really enjoy all the OCs that people share and I never tire of learning more about them.

Although, as a final note, I ought to mention how much I admire Eisha of @umbralaether, for being incredibly well-designed and engaging as a character. Even if her creator does send me difficult Asks!

[reikomizuno]

🌅 - What is your OCs favourite time of day? Are they a morning person or a night owl?

Night owl.

Whether Ahva or Reiko, long nights are spent reading, researching, crafting for more knowledge and a better future, poking at the very fabric of the universe to get answers!

Joking, I just read medical books, and cook bento boxes.

The part about me enjoying the night time was true though. It is when the weather is coolest, the solitude and silence creates the perfect ambience for study. It sometimes get to me, but short lived. There's nothing a cup of tea can't solve.

Thank you for the ask <3 @captainkurosolaire

[aylamoenwyb]

Prompt#15: Plateau

How to write this letter.  There was no way she could face the Goldbrand Captain.  No.  It was her actions that led....Shaking her head no, trying to erase it.  She couldn’t.  If I had just not cared about silly fairy tales and romance.  Gotten on the damn boat, he’d be here...

Still, everyone was in danger now.  The ship’s engine room in ruins.  And Sol was gone.  Maybe even dead.  At the very least, the voidsent had claimed him for now and everyone needed to know.  After pacing her workshop over and over picking scales from her tail, she’d plop down on her work-stool, tapping her pen nervously against her journal before finally penning:  

Dear Captain Kuro Solaire of the Goldbrand,

Something terrible has happened.  I am at fault.   Sol was overtaken by Kahzoo.  His rune you helped with was purposefully broken by him.  I pushed him too far.  He was running from me.  He destroyed the engine room to his ship and on top of everything else it made me snap.  All that work, passion and care and he just destroyed it out of spite. 

He left everything to retake the ship’s helm for you in the Captain’s cabin.  Although I must tell you, without Kahzoo or the engine room rebuilt, I am not sure how you will get her back up and running.  I’m not even sure if my heart can handle currently setting foot in there to rebuild it for you.  Nor that you’d want me to.  Or to even be around.  I can hand over every note and blueprint and caculation I have on her heart.  

I am so terribly sorry my actions led towards your childhood friend snapping and deciding that letting a voidsent consume him was a better fate than loving me.  I will remain in my office for the next seven suns to give you and your crew time to sort this all out, but after that I might need to retreat from the world for a while.  Sol brought me out of my shell but without him around, and with everything that’s happened, I don’t trust people right now and need to retreat.  

If you see Sol it’s not him.  Be wary.  You’ll know I’m telling the truth because the brand is gone.  Again I am so sorry.  I wish I could make it right.  If there’s a punishment, I’ll bare whatever it is pirates do.  

I have his gun Silva.  I don’t know what to do with it.  

Sincerely, Elisa

PS: If Ayla would like the gil back I understand.  I don’t deserve it.  It’s still here in my shop, just send your people to collect it.  

Her letter written, she would place it in one of her delivery bots and send it out the window of her sea side apartment.  Its sensors seeking out the linkpearl signal of the Goldbrand Captain as her wrist-pad tracked it’s movement.  Assuring her at least when it was delivered.  

[shur-kha-ffxiv]

Bonding

Just a little bonding session with @captainkurosolaire

[the-lunar-mistress]

Captain Kuro Solaire

SEND ME A NAME AND MY MUSE WILL RATE!

Would I kiss them?

Heck yeah! | Yes! | Sure. | Depends. | Eh.. | No! | Heck no!

“Until we could no longer breathe..”

Would I date them?

Heck yeah! | Yes! | Sure. | Depends. | Eh.. | No! | Heck no!

“Any relationship I take part in is casual unless otherwise explicitly stated. My loyalty isn’t a prize to be won, it is a trophy to be earned.”

Are they important to me?

The most important! | Very important! | They’re my friend. | They’re my acquaintance. | I know them. | I don’t know them. | I hate them.

“I’ve seen the Captain around. A handsome face, but nothing worth more than a glance...and perhaps a fantasy within my dreams. For now..”

How far would I go for them?

I’d die for them! | I’d take a bullet for them! | I’d do what I could. | I’d make an effort. | I’d try. | I wouldn’t go to the corner store for them. | I wouldn’t get off my couch for them.

“Depends. Does he like to play games?”

Would I help them in their time of need?

Heck yeah! | Yes! | Sure. | Depends. | Eh.. | No! | Heck no!

“There’s always a reason.”