* ABSENCE.

GUIDE.

little solace comes to those who grieve when thoughts keep drifting, as walls keep shifting, and this great blue world of ours seems a house of leaves - moments before the wind.

• home.
• dossier.
• hooks.
• connections.

001.

 ㅤCONTENT ㅤ   i am comfortable with a lot of different topics, but i do ask, please and thank you, for warnings about these specific subjects before they are brought up as focal points  (mentions are fine)  in writing or plotlines: excessive descriptions of gore, animal death, sexual assault, and abuse.   i will not engage with anything i deem egregiously untoward, and if you do not respect these boundaries, i will not hesitate to blacklist you.

002.

 BLEED ㅤ   this is a blanket statement on all of my carrds: i ask very kindly that you are mindful that  IC =/= OOC,  that my characters' actions do not reflect my opinions or morals, and that i am a person completely apart from my characters. if something bothers you, please tell me. vice versa, if i set a boundary with you, please adhere to it.

003.

 MANNERS ㅤ   i do not like interacting with people who do not understand the basics of netiquette. simply do not act like an asshole and we will get along just fine. no -phobics, no racists, no narcissists. i do not vibe with portrayal accuracy police: do not speak to me if you have a penchant for outright telling people how they should be writing their character.

004.

ㅤ AGE LIMIT ㅤ   i will not write with anybody under the age of 18. the themes that my characters revolve around inherently tread into dark territory, and i am uncomfortable with exposing ill-prepared parties to those topics. if i find out you're bypassing this clause, you will be blacklisted.

005.

 RP+ ㅤ   this is a blanket, intentionally vaguely-worded statement on all of my carrds: i have a very strict rule about writing mature scenes with strangers, and it's that it has to make sense. the plot must call for the scene. fade-to-black, fully written, it doesn't matter: there will be no TERM REDACTED.

006.

ㅤ ANXIETY ㅤ   i have a terrible case of roleplaying vampirism: i personally suffer difficulties in approaching others to write, and i admit to it openly. this is here to invite you to approach me if you feel so inclined! i promise i don't bite.

FYRIRBOÐI.

i dtús mo shaoil do mheallais mé i dtráth m’óige, trí mo bhoige. thuigis go maith go bhféadfaí mo cheann a chasadh le trácht ar chúirteanna aoldaite, ar chodladh go socair i gcuilteanna de chlúmh lachan, ar lámhainní de chraiceann éisc. ansan d’imís ar bord loinge, chuireas mo mhíle slán i do choinne. chuireas suas le bruíon is le bearradh ó gach taobh; bhí tráth ann go bhféadfainn mo chairde a chomhaireamh ar mhéireanta aon láimhe amháin, ach ba chuma. thugais uait cúrsa an tsaoil is d’fhillis abhaile. tháinig do long i dtír ar mo leaba. chlúdaíos le mhil thú is chonac go raibh do ghruaig fachta liath is díreach. fós i mo chuimhní tánn tú bachallach, tá dhá chocán déag i do chúl buí cas.

• home
• guidelines
• hooks
• connections

DOSSIER.

  ... our hands are no longer tied.  

HISTORY.

lavender solace   is a woman of very few words to say for herself when queried, and much to match, not terribly much is known of her and her exploits. milling about in public spaces lends insight into her favored type of drink — borderline poisonous and smelling of ceruleum — as well as her preferences in pastime, occasionally strumming a harp wherever she so chooses to land for the evening. she speaks of coerthas and the coldlands oft, though she doesn't detail far into what keeps her so busy out north if she can help it. more seldom than that, though, are her murmurings about the sylphlands in the shroud — though, perhaps her chosen name gives something about it away.notably left out of nearly every conversation in eavesdropping range is her most defining feature: her vieran heritage. if not for the exceedingly tall ears and practiced veenska hunting tongue, one would barely recognize her to belong to the lapine race. there are only assumptions to be made, and based on her lack of pursuit towards kinship like most city viera put effort towards, it's no stretch of the mind to wonder what resentment she may hold.what is not said with words is writ plainly upon flesh and face, a myriad of scars and burns littering nearly every inch of visible skin in the rare instance she's found showing it. deep gashes mar what she cannot hide otherwise, carved messily into her visage, accented by exhausted eyes that tell far more a story than lips ever will. piercing sapphire and unusually dull, empty soot orbs have a tendency to bore holes through anything they land upon, whether purposeful or not.

PECULIAR.

there are a lot of things that would compel someone to approach the viera. one of no short importance? her striking appearance. dainty features, disfigured by spiritual rot and clawmarks of trauma, make for an interesting prompt of conversation. just don't be surprised if she takes the approach.. less than favorably.

POLYGLOT.

a quick study when given the right tools, lavender has a number of languages, written and spoken, tucked into a sleeve of hers for use. some she can speak, some she can read and write, some she can only translate by ear. do not be shocked if something salacious is said in another tongue and mismatched hues catch you in a side-eye.

GUARDIAN.

on occasion, one might notice a distinctly off-sounding verbal tic in her speech. not quite grammatically correct for common, but something familiar to her tongue all the same: this one speaks particularly strangely, and stumbles to correct herself when it does slip.

DIGNITARY.

of all of ishgard's long-eared denizens, she sticks out like a sore thumb. perhaps you've run into her once or twice within the city's walls, running patrols in the highlands, or on the field of battle — t'would not be the ears that are recognizable, then, but the eyes beneath helm slits.

FEARSOME.

the look of a seasoned adventurer is enough to cast self-preservation to the side, for some, and to request assistance from even the most standoffish-looking folk who mill about the quicksands. lavender is no exception to this rule. if not otherwise beholden to anything timely, she'll indulge most pleas for aid.

ASSOCIATE.

despite her seemingly anti-social habits, lavender finds herself surrounded oft with a myriad of different faces. perhaps you know eachother in passing — mentioned only in name, a colleague of a colleague, an ally of an ally.. she's not exactly one to remember faces and names very well.   apologies in advance.

VAGRANTS' SHADOW.

dark's envoy.   moss raincatcher. teammate. friend.

the bond the viera share is the kind that strikes as uncomfortable to some and familiar to others: sibling rivalry at best, playful enemies at worst. they bicker like their lives depend on it, but when it comes to faith, they have far too much in eachother.

UL'DAH'S FINEST.

fire's resolve.   ser ranaeus. ally. friend.

a deep respect is shared between these two, signified by the fact that he gets off scot-free making jokes at her expense. a dependable shield to count on, both on the field and off, lavender oft turns to him for guidance.

DOMA'S PROUDEST.

mischief's maker.   kaito nagano. ally. friend.

if there's one thing he's good at, it's crawling under one's skin — and if there's one thing she's susceptible to, it's a nuanced nosing around in her business. he made himself very comfortable in her personal space, and she couldn't in good faith kick him out.

DALMASCA'S DARLING.

lente's fiercest.   ridley samal. colleague. friend.

of all the weak spots for the viera to have, the character that is ridley samal fills the faults in the armor with zero effort expended. intelligent, headstrong, and full of vim and vigor; lavender cannot help the admiration for ridley that compels her to be at the other's beck and call wheresoever she sees fit.