#Elodea Inarch

[hydaelynshimbos]

“Wha’, am I not ‘llowed to show up earlier than I said I woul’?” The half hrothgar grinned, beaming down at Khojin. “Work can’ keep me gone tha’ lon’ from yah’.”

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[ala-mhinyan]

B A S I C S Full Name:  C’arha - Daughter of Noyoh Pronunciation:  Kar - uh Nicknames: Arha, Lil Lily, Pretty One, Runt, Flowery Cat, Little Sun, Gremlin, Bastard, etc! Height: 4 fulms, 10 ilms Age: 25 Summers Old ( 26 on July 30th ) Zodiac: Leo Languages: Coeurl ( Tongue of the Sun/Moon ), Huntspeak, Common, Sanskrit, Thavnairian and some Xaelic. P H Y S I C A L | C H A R A C T E R I S T I C S Hair Colour:  Chestnut Eye Colour:  Neon Green Skin Tone:  Tan Body Type:  Pear Shaped; Surprisingly Muscular and Compact Accent: A thick middle eastern accent that borders on Thavnairian and something else. Dominant Hand:  Ambidextrous Posture: Slack and lazy, appearing deceptively sleepy. OR, challenging with her chin ticked higher. Scars: Grotesque, raised lash marks ruin her back from the back of her neck down to her hips. They obscure about 85% of her leopard spot tattoos. Discoloration on the center of her chest and right shoulder from burns. Tattoos:  Leopard spots that start at the back of her neck and run to the base of her tail. They fade around the edges and do not extend down her arms or legs. Most Noticeable Features: Small, semi-round ears and a stub tail that sticks out 3-4 inches from her body. Wild, sleep mussed hair that usually goes unbrushed or uncombed. Bright, nearly fluorescent green eyes that glow almost yellow in the dark. Chun Li thighs that can and will snap your neck paired with freckled skin. C H I L D H O O D Place of Birth:  Ala Mhigo, Gyr Abania Hometown:  Ala Gannha, Gyr Abania Birth Weight / Height: 5 ponze, 9 onzes ( She is the runt of the litter. ) Manner of Birth: Natural First words: “Paba.” Siblings: An older brother named C’oto and a middle brother named C’oxhi that died during the Garlean siege of Ala Gannha. The youngest brother named C’inx that was murdered a year ago by an ex-lover. Parents: C’yn was her father who also perished in the Garlean siege on Ala Gannha. C’ohna is her adoptive mother who has taken care of her since C’mayan gave her up at birth. ( C’arha doesn’t know this. ) Parental Involvement: C’arha was born of C’mayan, the tribe chieftess and previous Jali in the city-state of Ala Mhigo while the woman was on errand within the Lochs. C’mayan and C’yn, C’ohna’s husband, had very knowingly been having affairs with one another while C’ohna was busy raising the Ankobia’s children. Once C’arha was born, C’mayan panicked at the new weight of being a mother as well as having to remain the tribe chieftess and raise the next Jali--previously believing that she would be able to handle the stress. The two fled home to the village and came clean to C’ohna, who held more sympathy for the child than the two adults who had so recklessly engaged in bringing into this world. She offered to adopt C’arha under the condition that the girl never be told of the real mother and that C’mayan remain a constant in her life as an aunt and guide. C’arha grew up in a loving home, cared for deeply by her now adoptive mother and her father that treated his only daughter like she was god’s gift to mankind. C’mayan regrets giving up her child but agrees that C’arha had the best life she could have had with C’ohna as her mother.

A D U L T | L I F E Occupation: Jali/’Bardpriest’, Mistress of the Haughty Mason, Fist of Rhalgr, Drug and Weapon Smuggler, Assassin. Current Residence: A portion of her time is spend in Ala Gannha with her tribe, another portion is spent in the Lavender Beds where she hosts events for the Haughty Mason and the third portion of her time is spent between Ala Mhigo and Rhalgr’s Reach handling shipments, meeting with informants and training. Relationship Status: Polyamorous and Open Relationship ( Love is a bitter, jaded topic for her. Proceed at your own caution and expect nothing. ) Current Lovers:  Elodea Inarch and Zurri Isyal  Y’zareen Serhan and Arden Tide ( Divorced ) Damien Takayama Kaua Financial Status: Very well off. The Haughty Mason does well to put gil in her pockets. Driver’s License: She ate the last chocobo that was ‘legally’ hers. She owns a tamed coeurl. That’s enough.  Vices: Excessive Alcoholism and Drug Usage, Possessive Habits and a Penchant for Dining on the Flesh of Man. S E X & R O M A N C E Sexual Orientation:  Bisexual Romantic Orientation: Demiromantic ( Aromantic Leaning ) Preferred Emotional Role:  submissive | dominant | switch  |  unsure Preferred Sexual Role:  submissive  |  dominant  | switch |  sex repulsed  ( Sex is the very basis of a whole truck load of trauma for C’arha. Because of this, she very rarely will engage with strangers and with cis men she MUST be the dominant leading the session. Only with extensive trust, time and patience is anything else even remotely possible. If your cis male character attempts to top her during sex she WILL get up and leave mid session. Please be advised that if you’re lookin’ for a one night stand, C’arha isn’t the one!  ) Libido: Moderate to High; Excessively High only when experiencing her heat. Turn On’s: Respect and Patience, a good and attentive listener, confidence in one’s image/personality/abilities, authority figures, physical prowess, the thrill and threat of death/excessive bodily harm, mutual understanding, a sense of humor and world experience. Turn Off’s: Disrespected boundaries, forced or assumed physical touch/affection/relationships/sex, overly macho/pushy personalities, liars, ‘hero/savior’ complexes, being made fun of for being naive/ignorant, irredeemable ignorance, pure or complete innocence, lack of survival skills and GARLEANS!!! Love Language:  Prophetic philosophical debates and conversations surrounding life. Song and elaborate dance in their honor. Gift giving of fresh flowers or sweets. Vulnerability. Relationship Tendencies:  An impossible lover to some and a breath of fresh air lover to others. She is Mother Earth and caring for you is the sunlight she needs to flourish in her own right. Her emotions are a flash flood or a desert storm, never anything in-between. She is too much and not enough. Her heart means well but trauma and so much fear make her the hardest to really get close to, to really understand how she functions. The reward, however?; The sunlight in all her infinite, burning glory. M I S C E L L A N E O U S Hobbies to Pass the Time:  Gardening, training for extensive hours or until she faints, cooking or baking to feed her loved ones, singing, dancing, exploring new areas of Eorzea/Othard and charting her progress, metalworking, getting lost in a particularly careful hunt, engaging in stimulating conversations about the universe, people-watching, day dreaming on long walks through the Shroud or the La Noscean Jungle, practicing her calligraphy and taming Coeurl. Mental Illnesses: Bipolar Disorder, Depression and PTSD. Physical Illnesses: Alcoholism, Chronic Fatigue, Hanahaki Disease and Severe Insomnia. Left or Right Brained:  Right Fears: Jauhar, drowning, being pinned by a man, letting down the pack, disrespecting Rhalgr’s will, losing Tolemy, Ayanga or Elodea,  Self Confidence Level:  Low to Moderate; She’s FANTASTIC at pretending to be confident. Vulnerabilities: All of the sexual/emotional trauma that makes romance and relationships nearly impossible, exploiting her blind devotion to Rhalgr’s Will, Tolemy, any one of her lovers or her pack’s safety and well being, any cruel injustices toward children, any cruel injustices toward anyone considered feral, exposing her false self of identity and the back of her neck. Tagged by: No One! Tagging: Anyone who reads this and would like to do it!

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Characters [left to right]: Elodea Inarch, Khojin Mankhad, Vul'kan Eldfaeddur

Owners [left to right]: @meowmonk, @pearlescent-scales, @oneangryhyur

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[oneangryhyur]

I think the game is trying to tell me something.

I’m ok with this

@meowmonk @stardust-over-gridania

[hydaelynshimbos]

Notes from the Present: Orphans of a Lost Cause

Featuring: Elodea, Beatrid, Marius

“Are yah’ sure we didn’t miss anything pops?” Beatrid stepped forward in their brisk walk back to the orphanage. The streets of Ala Mhigo much louder than normal today. “I thin’ so, Shoul’ las’ everyone a couple’a weeks if I don’ fin’ yah’ eatin’ thirds again.” Elodea couldn’t help but chuckle, the fire headed young woman shooting him a glare through her glasses. “Not my fault my cookin’ is just that good. Besides isn’t it habit for all the women in your life to devour food?” Beatrid shot her father a bright grin, the highlander looking up at her “Father” knowing he wouldn’t be able to say anything against that one.

Elodea’s ears twitched in thought, all the gil he’d spent on food for Arha and Khojin alone was a nightmare if he didn’t properly fund his new lifestyle; Thank the Rhalgr Zurri at least just had a black hole of a stomach for sweets. “Loo’, jus’ cause mah loves got a bottomless pi’ don’ mean mah daugh’r needs on-” He was interrupted by shouts and chanting, something about an execution if the fuming words to be believed. At the entrance to one of the many alleys that lined the quarter’s streets was a mob, the inner ring of angry Mhigans throwing stones towards the stone buildings. 

Had a beast gotten inside? He hadn’t seen his people riled up like this in a while. “Hol’ mah’ bags. They’re gon’a need ‘elp if a monster go’ inside.” Elodea practically threw his bags towards Beatrid, the young woman letting out a brief shout as Elodea shoved his way through the crowd. What they were focused on became all the more clearer once his height could help him view above the mob. A small figure bundled in messy robes, it couldn’t be larger than a couple fulms tall. “I go’ it I go’ it!” Elodea roared over the crowd, waving his burly arms to get the careless tossing of stone to stop. They’d practically thrown a whole masonry at whatever this was.

“Don’t get near it Elodea!” He heard from one of the street urchins that recognized him, another shouting that it was a monster. “I’s a whole three fulms, can’ be tha’ bad..” Elodea crouched down next tot he shivering bundle of fabric, claws gently tugging at that tunic that hid it. The thing gave resistance, but not for much long as he tugged it off with a firm pull. Elodea instantly felt his blood boil, fangs baring between his cracked lips at the sight of a frightened child shaking with his hands covering his head. “Wha’ in the ‘ells is wrong with all’a yah-” Elodea had turned partially to try and view the crowd but his blue hue had caught onto a single feature onto the pale child’s face.  “See it ain’ no kid it’s a monster!” Shouted a member of the crowd, numerous shouts ringing through the streets. Elodea himself was frozen, breathing hitched and rough at the sight of a developed third eye in the center of the scared child’s forehead. Every nerve in his body had rung into fight or flight mode at the sight of that third eye, Why was he getting this response? He’d been around Octavius for over a summer by now, maybe it was because he glamoured over that symbol of the garleans. “Moved aside Elodea, Kid ain’ human!” The tug in his core grew worse, it felt like his body was going to collapse onto itself until nothing was left of his existence. “ ‘Ells yah really do test me Rhalgr..” The words slipped from Elodea’s cracked lips low enough that the garlean child would probably the only one to hear it. “Come’n  kid.” Elodea pressed his forehead to the top of the child’s own, arms wrapping around the lost child. “Elodea don’ tell us yah’ actually pity the monster. Let him grow up and he’ll kill all’ve us. It’s in his blood!” Had it been a few years back Elodea probably would’ve agreed, but he’d already taken a Garlean’s help on more than one occasion. 

“Shu’ up!” Elodea growled, lips snarling as he stood up slowly, arms helping the child rest against his chest with his free arm to cover the battered young. His tail was erratic, rattling at it’s tip as it swat at the crowd; Finally it was on his side for once. “I’s a bloody kid! Yah’ thin’ he’d be able tah’ ‘arm any of yah!.” Blue and gold eyes darted about the crowd, slitted pupils tightly shaped in focus. His breathing was ragged, worked up into a confused rage before Beatrid finally had broken through the crowd to help cover the child. “We’ve got it handled fol’s!” She shouted, arms waving franticly with the cloths bags full of grocies.

Both sides fell silent, the angry mod processing how two of the more generous folks in Ala Mhigo were actually siding with a Garlean; Elodea and Beatrid processing exactly what they were getting into by helping a child of a monstrous race of folk. “I’s on yer’ hands Elodea. The kid screws anything up, i’s yer head.” One of the folks grumbled before the mob had finally settled on a decision and broken apart. Elodea stood in place, looking at the shaking bundle of a boy in his arms in silence. “Well, I guess tha’s one more for the orphanage huh pops?” The question was met with silence again, Beatrid not quite sure what to say to her father for a moment. “I know wha’ you’re thinkin’, You’re righ’ too. A kid can’t be hel’ responsible for wha’ his paren’s or kin did.. Let’s go get him fed, he looks hungry.” “..Yeh’.” Elodea’s heavy hand patted softly at the child’s back, rubbing into it gently as he buried his head into his black and gold mane. “Le’s ge’ ‘im some food..”

[pervasivescariness]

[ PREVIOUSLY ] ☆ [ @meowmonk ]

Bee pulled away, leaning against the desk next to Elodea, resting against the edge easily as she watched him with a level gaze. Tilting her head to the right slightly at his question, she smiled, remembering back to the days when she was just learning how to read herself. Those sunny mornings, sprawled out across the floor with her mother, listening intently as she spoke. The memories themselves were blurred with time, now more warm feelings and a series of still images rather than actual, solid memories. "When I was younger, my mother first taught me how to read and write. She would spend her mornings with me going over the letters. She taught me the bare bones of it and later on it was Mrs. Cherrier who would teach me the rest. In turn, I taught my younger sisters to help my mother out, as she's often very busy." Bee explained, a warm but far-away look on her face as she recalled her happy childhood memories. "We were fortunate to have the chance to learn, as many people do not." She raised an eyebrow at the other questions of his, a serious look coming over her as she thought about what he had asked. Her eyes wandered from him once more, drifting upwards as she examined the space above his head, the tip of her tail flicking a few times as she thought. After a moment or two of silence spent in deep thought, she spoke at last, answering his questions earnestly. For Bee, a question asked honestly was worth answering. "I wouldn't say reading started that, no. I mean it's certainly helped learning it, but magic has always just...been there for me. I’ve been learning it from an early age as well. Magic is, of course, equal parts instinct and theory. Well, and practice too." She laughed, "Honestly, if you're concerned about controlling your aether, I'd say practice is far more important than reading about it in a book. There's only so much a book can teach you." She held up her right hand, palm towards the ceiling, fingers curled in a gentle fist at first. Slowly she uncurled her fingers until her palm was completely open. A very soft shimmer seemed to run across the skin of her arm, almost indecipherable lines of soft light that disappeared as quickly as they appeared. Tracing strange lines as it moved upwards towards her fingers, disappearing at the tips as a bright ball of light suddenly formed just over Bee's palm. She held her hand aloft, the ball spinning slightly as it suddenly took the shape of a small dagger, hovering in the air over her palm, point to the ceiling. "Of course, that's not to say that reading doesn't have its merits. Often times you'll find fairly interesting theories in books that you can take and then, with practice, utilize in new and interesting ways." Bee gave the dagger a quick spin about in her palm with a slight movement of her fingers before suddenly pulling her fingers back into her palm, closing her hand and dissipating the dagger. Turning back to Elodea, she grinned, always happy to show off. "Are you looking to learn magic too? Or just reading for now?"

[hydaelynshimbos]

LFRP: Elodea Inarch

Art by @ BeanSnake

DETAILS –––

Age: 36

Race: Hrothgar [Hellion] / Highlander

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Pansexual

Alignment: Neutral Good

Marital Status: In a polyamorous relationship. 

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE –––

Hair: Black with Gold highlights.

Eyes: Gold Right Eye, Royal Blue Left Eye

Height: 6′10″

Build: Ripped/Bulky/Broad

Distinguishing Marks: X Mark scar between his eyebrows. Massive scarred tissue remaining from what was his right thigh. Heavy gap in his right calf, and numerous other shallow scars across his body.

Common Appearance: Usually in an Ala Mhigan’ gown, complimented with black baggy pants. Almost always wearing his trademark golden sandals. While working he’s usually wearing the raggiest shirt and pants he can find.

PERSONAL –––

Profession: Bodyguard, Adventurer, Construction Worker.

Hobbies: Fighting, Training, Meditating, Getting Drunk.

Languages: Eorzean Common

Birthplace: Ala Mhigo

Residence: Has officially retired to Ala Mhigo.

TRAITS –––

Extroverted / In Between / Introverted Disorganized / In Between / Organized Close Minded / In Between / Open Minded Calm / In Between / Anxious Disagreeable / In Between / Agreeable Cautious / In Between / Reckless Patient / In Between / Inpatient Outspoken / In Between / Reserved Leader / In Between / Follower Empathetic / In Between / Apathetic Optimistic / In Between / Pessimistic Traditional / In Between / Modern Hard-working / In Between / Lazy Cultured / In Between / Uncultured Loyal / In Between / Disloyal

ADDITIONAL INFORMATION –––-

SMOKING HABIT: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess. DRUGS: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess. ALCOHOL: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess

RP Hooks –––-

Ala Mhigan: Having finally returned to his birth place, Elodea’s more than eager to reunite with his people. Living in the old Ala Mhigan quarters the Garleans established, he’s set up an orphanage to help raise those whose were born into situations he himself grew accustomed to as a child. Whether it just be normal socials or community improvement chances, Elodea’s always one to have an open ear and heart to his fellow Ala Mhigans. If you need help or an ear for your transition back to your home nation of Ala Mhigo, Elodea’s there for you.

Miqo’te Tribes: Along with reconnecting to to his people of Ala Mhigo, Elodea’s taken his time with discovering his roots. Having been born to a highlander monk and Hellion mother [That was raised as part of a tribe] that had lost their way with her tribe, Elodea never got to learn much about his tribe’s traditions or even the customs of the seeker tribes as a whole. Currently he’s looking to experience other tribes along with anyone belonging to the G Tribe of the Ala Mhigan deserts. He’d particularly love to meet those well versed with miqo’te tradition.

Traveler: While Elodea has officially moved to Ala Mhigo as his permanent home, it doesn’t mean he’s stopped seeing the world. When he goes on ventures to visit others he knows across the oceans and land he’s out for quite a while to also see what else is out there for him. You might just find a stray cat roaming your streets.

Bar / Pub Crawler: Elodea loves to drink, especially when it’s in groups. He and Vulkan will often be spotted out drinking in bars and being outright rowdy. If you need a good drunk wingman or drinking partner in general Elodea’s one of the best you could ask for.

Occasional Explorer / Adventurer: While he doesn’t adventure for his primary form of payments anymore, Elodea does still love to go on a company sanctioned adventure every now and then. If you need a burly big boy to help with the heavy lifting or to punch a monster then he’s your guy.

Bodyguard or Worker: Elodea’s learned to rely on his size and strength to make some easy gil. Need a really imposing body to scare off any miscreants? Need someone who can lift what most men and women could only dream of lifting? This big idiot is boastful of his strength and would love to be paid for it.

Friends / Lovers: Elodea’s extroverted as it gets, he always loves making new friends. Whether it’s a drinking buddy, a fight partner, or just a general friend to talk to he’s never one to turn down a new face. Hell, you may just be visited by the Hrothgar if he thinks you’re having a bad day. He’s got no sense of personal space anyways.

As for lovers, Elodea is no stranger to enjoying the comfort of another person in his life. Elodea is currently in a relationship with a few partners but has a big golden heart with room for others.

FAMILY: Elodea’s a single child, or at least he thinks he is. As a writer I’d love to have anyone interesting in filling that “long lost x”. Elodea genuinely thinks he’s the last member of his family. Please reach out to me to discuss that if interested.

CONTACT INFORMATION  –––

TUMBLR: @MeowMonk

DISCORD: Bitch Snatcher#9416

DATA CENTER: Crystal

SERVER: Balmung

TIMEZONE: Eastern US

ACTIVE HOURS: 9pm - 2am EST

18+ Please: Due to possible dark/mature themes that may take place, I request you be at least 18 years of age.

Any reblogs are appreciated.

[hydaelynshimbos]

OC Pub Crawl Meme: Elodea Inarch

Bold the choice that applies the most for each pub. Italic other likely possibilities

Pub 1

Huddles in a corner staring wide-eyed at the group and wonders how they got there in the first place | Sits off to the side, sipping something non-alcoholic and watches the antics | Cheerfully sits with the group and drinks their first round | Calls for a round of shots to get the party started | Hangs our near the center of things, telling stories and cracking jokes

Pub 2

Finds a new corner to huddle in, growing increasingly concerned as the drinks flow | Relents and orders a glass of wine to nurse through the next ice age | Laughs and chats with the group, drinking the drinks and enjoying the camaraderie | Is off flirting and chatting with someone (or a few someones) up | Has made friends with the pub’s musician and is on stage singing and/or dancing a jig

Pub 3

Has been kidnapped by a roving gang of pirates (ironically also on a pub crawl of their own) | On a third glass of wine and starting to let flow all sorts of interesting self details | Has managed to spontaneously get half the bar to sing a drinking song | Has hooked up, proposed, and split up at least twice thus far and is working on their rebound third | Disappeared into a back alley with a shady looking character leaving assurances of picking something up to “liven things up a little”

Pub 4

After being adopted as their impromptu mascot, is now being ferried around by the pirates on a makeshift palanquin as their “Pirate Queen” | Beyond wine drunk and keeps losing layers because it’s “too hot” | Is engaging in some cross group friendly rivalry in the ages old combination of booze and hurling sharp objects at a target | Passed out in the gutter halfway to the fourth pub | Whether it is incendiaries or herding the entire crew onto an impromptu dragon flight, whatever surprise is planned will be memorable

Let’s be real, Elodea’s a menace at a bar. If you’re with him you’re either going to end up piss drunk by peer pressure, in a fight, or something else illegal.

Tagged by: @oneangryhyur

Tagging: @zurri-xiv @ala-mhinyan @the-shoosh @seska-tayuun @chxsingthemoon andd uhhhhh anyone in general

[hydaelynshimbos]

Character Inspiration GIFS: Elodea Inarch

Choose three gifs that most represent your muse!

Tagged by: @oneangryhyur

Tagging: @zurri-xiv @pearlescent-scales @pervasivescariness @zahkis-ffxiv @the-shoosh @anyonereally 

[hydaelynshimbos]

RPG Stats Meme: Elodea Inarch

Seems.. fishy? Lmao, some of it makes sense. High attack and stamina make super sense, but he’s more defensive than speedy. But it’s still worth a try for everyone.

Tagged by: @subetei-noykin

Tagging: @oneangryhyur @zurri-xiv @the-shoosh @anyone

[hydaelynshimbos]

Autumn Preference: Elodea Inarch

1). Go apple picking vs. go on a hay ride   2). Scary vs. sweet 3). Sweaters vs. boots 4). Socks vs. mittens 5). Bonfires vs. football   6). Trick-or-treating vs. watch scary performances 9). Bake pie vs. bake cookies 10). Rain vs. fog 11). Black cats vs. owls 12). Ghosts vs. wizards 13). Harry Potter vs. Halloweentown Hocus Pocus/80′s Worst Witch 14). Go hiking vs. sleep in 15). Cinnamon vs. nutmeg 16). Reading vs. writing  17). Hot chocolate vs. tea 18). Live in a cabin in a forest vs. have it be fall 24/7 19). Candy apples vs. caramel apples 20). Blankets vs. pillows 21). Roasted marshmallows vs. roasted chestnuts 22). Coffee vs. apple cider 23). Red leaves vs. orange leaves 24). Braids vs. bows 25). Scented candles vs. the smell of fresh baked goods 26). Carve pumpkins vs. make pumpkin pie 27). Pumpkin spice lattes vs. chai tea lattes 28). Coats vs. oversized sweaters 29). Beanies vs. berets 30). Candy corn vs. peanut butter cups 32). Jump in a pile of leaves vs. swing on a tire 33). Corn maze vs. haunted house 34). Bob for apples vs. visit a pumpkin patch 35). Whipped cream on hot chocolate vs. marshmallows on hot chocolate

Tagged by: @oneangryhyur

Tagging: @AnyoneReally

[hydaelynshimbos]

Your mother once said she was carrying the sun.

You were a burning child, a radiant heat waiting for birth.

You were your mother’s star.

Edmund Inarch to Elodea Inarch

[Oh lordy this was a wonderful art of my golden boy by @ayyymeric . I gave the theme of religious iconic art and they chose a perfect pose and style for it. I feel bad having thrown a beef catte at them like this but they drew him so well! Give them all the love I think they’re still available.]

[hydaelynshimbos]

Archetype Meme: Elodea Inarch

53% Caregiver

Friendly, sincere, and compassionate, the Caregiver finds their reward in helping others. No one could ask for a better best friend.

33% Athlete

The Athlete's focus and drive are unparalleled. Staying healthy and being fit are paramount to them (as for winning, that doesn't hurt, either).

14% Explorer

The Explorer is drawn to the unknown, whether that’s a Himalayan peak or the road not taken, and have a thirst for adventure. They take journeys, not vacations.

Seems about right, take the quiz here. 

Tagged by: @oneangryhyur

Tagging: Just about anyone I think I’m late

[hydaelynshimbos]

Notes from the Present

Sometimes life demands a little sacrifice. This for mood music.

“Yah sure any of this is gonna help her?” For once the miqo’te seemed nervous, his whole body visibly shaken from the events lately. Beatrid was sick and Elodea resorted to the only people he knew with access to medicine. Or rather, medicine that didn’t rely on aether. Everything seemed to miss whatever was causing the young woman to break down, and her condition only seemed to worsen every day. He’d spent so long to try and let the young girl have a happier life that he couldn’t bring it to himself to stop at any measure to help her. So he’d called in favors, used Malla’i’s contacts to borrow doctors that had been “Hiding” from the eyes of Ul’dah. For good reason too, beneath the hood that hid their face was the signature Garlean third eye.  “Mr. Inarch, I said I would help; Not cause a miracle.” The disgruntled bean pole of a man was trying his best to keep his temper from rising at the pleading miqo’te as they made their way through Ul’dahn crowds with medical bags in hands. As much as he wanted to leave this obnoxious miqo’te, he owed the manipulative auri woman his life for the most part. Unfortunately for both men they’d never known how big the task Elodea had made curing Beatrid for both of them. Arriving at the orphanage that was built into the outer walls of Ul’dah’s steps of N’ald, they found that it was surrounded by brass blades; Men in heavy armor guardian thaumaturges readying astral aspected crystals. “Step away step away.” Their commander shouted to the curious citizens that had started to collect around the commotion. “By order of Chaiman Lolorito Nanarito, this building is hereby ordered to be condemned..”  Elodea barely heard the words past the rumblings of the crowd, snaking their way as close to the barricaded door as they could without drawing too much notice. “Well Mr. Inarch, this is as far as we can get it seems.” The doctor was trying his best to excuse himself from the situation. Elodea was about to agreee, if they were going to demolish the building of course they’d have taken the sick kids to another location. “And it’s inhabitants to be put down. The orphanage has been reported to be filled with vermin ill with an unknown plague. The chairman has decided for the safety of Ul’dah that the orphanage is to be burnt from the inside out.”  His heart sunk, dual toned hues shaking briefly at the idea that Beatrid would burn alive just for being sick. Something had to be done, the children and workers inside didn’t deserve to die because they caught an illness unknown to Eorzea. “Wait out at the Gates of Nald. Gonna’ try tah’ postpo-” His large hand had planted on the doctor’s shoulder, leaning towards the blocked door before the sounds of a roaring flame echoed in the air. Without any further word the doctor burst off to the opposite side of the crowd, either he was running away like a coward or he at least understood the timing of everything was off now. Elodea’s teeth grit, fang digging into his lip as the choices of saving the children suddenly narrowed down to saving one child; There wasn’t enough with them having already started torching the building to save all of them. His massive tail drooped, ears fell flat forward as he burst out from the crowd. Immediately the trained brass blades recognized him from a previous bout, shouting and screaming for him to step back before several of them were tossed aside with heavy punches that seemed to tear apart the very air.

He could take all of them down, but he didn’t have time for that and instead her merely cleaved his way straight through to the door they were guarding. With a loud crack one Brass Blade was shoved through the door before tumbling onto their armored back. He knew the path through to Beatrid’s room in the orphanage, though the spreading fire made his vision hazy through it all. Several thaumaturges acting as arsonists were batted aside with whatever swift punch or kick he could throw at them, barreling his way through whatever he needed to get to the young woman; Even if they were workers screaming of the fire and sudden threat of death.

The fire had already begun to kiss at the door frame to Beatrid’s room, Elodea finding no patience to properly open it; Rather fingers burst through old wood before he tore it straight open down it’s middle. His chest heaved, the smoke was starting to get to his lungs even with how fit he was there was still a limit to it all. On her bed rest the weary Beatrid, loud red hair mimicking the fire ravaging her body both inside and out.”Shh shh. I’s okay Beatrid.” Elodea repeatedly pat at her face to quiet any weak response she could, massive tail wrapping around her before softly lifting her from her bed. The flower next to her bed tossed over to the floor, the culprit to the sickness left abandoned on the floor for the incoming blaze.

Getting out was just as easy as getting in, but while he physically dominated his way out to the streets outside of the burning orphanage the weight of his actions started pressing down on his shoulders. Ul’dah freedom wasn’t a thing anymore, he’d traded that for Beatrid. For a child that he’d slain their parents and then tried to raise them as their own child as atonement. Even with all the minor charges against him, they were nothing like breaking through a Blade’s blockade and purposely taking a sick child out to the public. This feeling of regret of tossing away everything he had for the safety of someone, was this what Edmund had gone through to make sure Elodea had grown up safe and healthy?

It’d be a bitter pill he’d swallow later, he already since long made the decision to save Beatrid over his personal freedom. The escape to the Gates of Nald weren’t too difficult despite having stir up every Brass Blade in the vicinity. With Beatrid wrapped in his huge tail it left him the mobility to hop around the rooftops until he could safely and discretely get back to ground level near the gates. Waiting there was the shady doctor, somehow having stolen a carriage with tented luggage being drawn by chocobos. “Mr. Inarch, Thank me later.” He called out, waving frantically before the massive miqo’te hopped into the back as the chocobos started their panicked run. 

They were safe, for now. The Blades wouldn’t chase too far out of Ul’dah for a single sick kid, but they still needed to heal her. “Le’me take the reigns. Yah take a look at her.” Elodea commanded, practically tearing the Garlean doctor from their bench up front before seating grabbing onto the leather reigns. They’d be okay, and once the doctor helped heal Beatrid then they could find some place to stay. Everything would be fine... He hoped.

[hydaelynshimbos]

Notes from the Present: An Invisible Thorn

putting the tag in the front because I’m not sure it tags if behind the cut. @the-faceless-ffxiv

The day was supposed to be like any visit to Beatrid, a visit to the orphanage early in the day to spend time with the orphan to brighten up her week. He’d been in such a good mood that he’d already visited her the day prior, finding some odd but almost sickeningly sweet smelling flower that he thought the young teen would like. It was striking in it’s appearance, and even someone as simple as him had the ability to appreciate it’s colors so obviously a garden enthusiast like Beatrid would love it. So during his trip through the sparse plains that littered the deserts near oases he plucked the flower from it’s spot and brought it to the orphanage.

He didn’t know it now, but Elodea would come to wish that he had picked and buried the flower. The dimly lit front office and entryway to the orphanage was more grim than normal. The few employees Lilolo had were scattered, running frantically about the front before disappearing into the small rooms dedicated for children’s bedrooms. “Hey.” he tried calling out to one of the workers, to no avail. ”HEY” his voice boomed, one of the small lalafell stopping in their steps immediately. “I’d love to talk Mr. Inarch but there’s more pressing matters. Something’s happened with the children and I must get back to helping them.”. His words were vague but worrying, the gold clad miqo’te pushing his way through stumbling sickly children and orphanage caretakers to where he knew Beatrid and her roommates room was.

“Beatrid, yah’ ok-” he was cut off as he practically flung the creaky wooden door open, Lilolo herself was tending to the young woman. Both looked pale in color and Lilolo looked wracked with exhaustion. “E-Elodea I don’t have time for you today. You need to leave. Immediately.“ The small elderly lalafell hadn’t even needed to turn to know who it was. She was pressing small packs of ice to the redhead teen’s forehead, though she looked as weak doing it as the girl was laying frail in her bed. Next to her small bed was the small flower he had taken for Beatrid just the day before in a vase with water.  “What’s goin’ on, why’s ever’one sick?” His voice was as shaken as it could sound, the strong little woman that he had spent so much time with looking like she could snap if you touched her. Her pale face was covered in heavy beads of sweat, and her hand felt just as clammy when it was drawn into his. “Father?” A whisper of a voice sounded from her dry lips. “N-No Beatrid, it’s Elo. Elodea.” He tried to bring his name from her but even after correcting her all she gave was a weak smile and another mention of her father.

“I said.. get out..” Lilolo shoved at his side, and a look of betrayal crossed his expression as she did. Backing away his body stumbled and nearly fell. “I don’t know what this damned sickness is but you need to get out before you catch it too. As much as I’d like to see you dead.” She mumbled faintly before tending to any of the symptoms she could with Beatrid. Little did Elodea know he was already sick, or rather he would be if it weren’t for the ravenous primal within him devouring any impurities in his body to keep it’s vessel safe. A dead host is a dead primal. He was needed for now, but that didn’t mean the friends and family he brought the plague to with that single flower were safe.

[hydaelynshimbos]

NOTES FROM THE PRESENT: Elodea Inarch

The actions in your past affect your present, in which those actions in the present shape the flow of a turbulent future.

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Low groans pierced the silent morning, the miqo’te stirring awake with a hand raising to cover his eyes. The small inch tall window that let light into the basement floor of his house flooded bright light through what little it could. It was enough to wake Elodea, hell with what day it was anything was enough to wake him from the light sleep his body was able to get. “Ugh..” a muttered slipped past dry lips, staring up to the solid wooden ceiling above him. He could call today off, he’d done that before. “No..” He whispered to himself, they were entirely too sad the last time he decided to not show up; And those eyes were something that could make him break into tears himself. So with a heavy intangible weight on his shoulders he slipped slowly off the sheets as he got prepared for the day.

He had to remember to wear the golden gown from his home nation today, pulling it over his shoulders and slinking his arms through the sleeves before he left the small cottage behind. Ul’dah was his journey for the day, or rather a small cluster of housing tucked in the less traveled streets of the city of gold and sin. It was dilapidated to say the least, the front door rimmed by weathered letters of “Lilolo’s Home” etched into it’s stone wall and the door itself chipped and molded slightly. A ringing sounded out, a rusty bronze bell being knocked by the door opening to his touch. “Hey Lilolo-” he was cut off by an elderly lalafell in dingy gray robes, the woman giving a piercing look as brows furrowed over her cracked glasses. “You again, You’re lucky I owe Mal’aia a debt. Here, she’s in the playground, you just missed classes.” Albeit quite angrily, Lilolo through creaky hallways and half empty rooms full of children of various ages and races chattering and playing with each other and ragged jury-rigged toys. Finally he was led to a sunny plaza of trees and flowers for the more gardening talented kids, dried dirt tilled in rows and seeds buried between upturned rows in an attempt to grow whatever they could. Among the kids working them was a highlander girl of tan complexion, of striking red hair and facial markings that showed a once proud heritage of warriors, and of gigantic stature considering she was already halfway over five fulms . The girl had immediately noticed his presence, putting down the small pail and hand shovel to run at the large miqo’te in a fierce hug. “Whoah kid, you’re going to break my spine if you keep growing this much.” A hearty laughter escaped Elodea, patting the back of her head. Her highlander roots were showing as she was growing recently, the girl already was taller than most of Elodea’s female friends.

“As if! You could probably take a body slam from Titan and be fine!” She boasted, pulling away to flash a beaming smile up at Elodea. He could feel a tug at his heart, returning the flashy smile to her “Maybe, I think I’d need another year of working out before I attempt that. But look at you, You look like you could punch one of the boys here over the walls of Ul’dah Beatrid!”. As if that was her cue, Beatrid raised one arm, rolling the dusty sleeve of her scarlet shirt upwards to flex; Elodea repeating the motion as they both flexed to each other. “Not bad not bad. Especially considering you know.. You’re lacking equipment here.” Elodea gave a feel of the girl’s bicep before patting the top of her head once more. “Oh, you wore it today! It looks more pretty than I could’ve thought!” Beatrid gasped, raising a hand to her mouth to silence herself as she saw the golden threads that hung over his body. “So that’s what our clothing is like..” Her eyes narrowed, reaching to grab a handful of his fanciful gown. “Here, I’ve been working on something too!” Her firm grip circled around his hand, pulling him towards a poorly made bench sitting right before the garden she had been tending to.

As soon as he sat down on the wooden structure it let out a creak for it’s dear life that forced him to clench his teeth in fear. His heart started to race, eyes widening as his mind started to race back to the past, as his mind tended to do around Beatrid. She looked so much like her mother, the image of her face still clung tightly in the back of his head. He could still remember the day vividly, the blood stained on his body. The feel of his fist caving in the chest of Beatrid’s father, the man refused to just hand over his gil that day they crossed in the desert of Ul’dah. He had been so hungry for food and was willing to rob, willing to break past the line he had set for himself. Her father had tried to strike him, retaliating to some young miqo’te demanding any money and food he had on him. It had been over as soon as the man had tried lay a hand on Elodea, even when starving and tired he still had the thirst for survival that spurred him to take no mercy. 

The actions of his past usually haunted him whenever he was around the girl, her face alone was enough to make the stabbing pain of his memories to plunge into his heart. 

He had left the wife alive, thinking that had been enough to just grab what he could from the wagon while she trembled in fear; But it seemed highlanders were fierce no matter their gender. While he was rummaging through the covered wagon for any goods she had aimed a sword at his neck with a quick slash. Metal and bone split as he had turned just in time to crash his fist against the flat side of the blade, splintering it into two halves and numerous shards before his fist turned her ribs and internal organs into a mess of splattered tissue and bone fragments. He didn’t even stop to examine any wounds he had left her, or even inspected the crying coming from the front of the chocobo drawn wagon. He had left a battered woman and her only child to die in that desert that day, and while he didn’t regret it that moment he dreaded any day the thought of it crossed his mind.

“Elodea! Elooooodea!” Beatrid’s words cut him from his nightmares, his head shaking slightly as he forced a smile to his lips. “Sorry, I was just thinking of something.” He passed a laugh through, trying to appear normal to the girl as she held a gaudy gold colored sweater in front of him. If he hadn’t known any better, he would’ve assumed it was from someone who regularly sewed. “It’s.. It’s amazing Beatrid.”