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Qadan

tl;dr the 'always broke' friend; hung up on his old life; and moving forward; in remission from bitter solitude; and found the second love of his life. served in the XIVth; an anti-mage felled by friendly fire; held the flag and was damn proud of it; glory be; or so he used to say.

content mundane, lore-compliant, interpersonal, mushy-gushy social crap with angst, scooby doo investigations, low-power sorcery and some roadside travel tossed in. i hope you like food rp because cos we eat a lot of fucking noodles in this house and i don't know how to stop. dont get me started on the tea. or the sheep.

dossier

gender male (gentle him)
birthplace azim steppe, othard
personae speaks when spoken to
profession sorcerer-adventurer

age two-and-eight ?
home the black shroud, wanderer
voice zac, league of legends
playlist echo of a fallen star

"You're sheep will be healthy and fat, but confused...and lost." — Vephonaux

a man lost in a starless sky; an adventurer like you, or someone you once knew; these bones tell tales of the battles that broke them; bitter memories bring familiar comfort; like the drool-strained book he's read a dozen times; the same stale meal, every day; he learned some funny magic in the army; it's one of the few things he'll talk about; at length; you get the feeling he hates himself; or did until recently; still scorns the sun the way mother taught him; but favors the color yellow lately.

history

the rainy season had been generous with its full-coverage of clouds, but even the darkest cumulus couldn't hold back the evil light of azim. the kagon, to others, may have been as fanatical as the oronir, but generations had preserved a sacred truth they believed the rest of the Steppe had forgotten. the Mother and Father warred for nigh an eternity, and the foolish many had been so quick to accept (and forget) the treachery of the past, the circumstance of their birth, that if wickedness lied within the heart of their gods, then one could only imagine what horrors a man was capable.xaela were born into that war, but they were pure, and that was their burden. their battle against the dawn father's wicked schemes was forgotten in time. the world changed around them, and the faces of His progeny blurred with those of any other traveller. in an endless cycle the kagon kept the truth to themselves, shunning the day while others carelessly spread the ways of civilization and trade far to their south.qadan remembers the buduga raid as if it were yesterday. the monsoons flooded their route a moon early and his family were caught in the lowlands, mere malms from the respite that should have been the caverns beneath the towering still, where the uyagir made their camps and would offer them solace from the sun, if for a time. it wasn't ideal, but their tents had to be set erected in loose soil as daybreak would sooner threaten to spill over the pale hands that fastened ropes and secured the horses.separated from the rest of the tribe, they were. stranded but it wouldn't be so bad. ten hours until the sky would dim again...yet the buduga had been on their manhunts, and the envoy from those who'd made it across to the caves never made contact.the buduga saw an opportunity to bully the kagon. like fish in a barrel, horns sounded, horses charged, and the camp was quickly surrounded. the kagon were covered from head to toe, knowing what was to come, not fearing for their lives, but for the purity of their souls. the buduga in their conquest always threatened to pull down their tents and burn their yurts, expose them all to the light if they didn't surrender a capable boy or man. they would pull him into the sun and bid them leave their families behind, for the sun had touched them.qadan was made one such example, and exposed himself willingly, that his sons and family could time to escape. the raiders learned he would not go quietly, as earth and levin soared through the air. fire singed the hairs of the raider's steeds and even if qadan's spells were enough to run them off, the damage had already been done. the jacket he would have worn he'd given to his mother; his young sons huddled under his travel blanket as if sheltering from the rain. his family hurried west to the caverns, each silently accepting they'd be leaving a beloved son and a young father behind.when a man who reviles the sun finds himself scorched in the light the countless many cannot survive without...of what becomes his soul? pale skin burned and peeled, and with each scale that flaked away, so too did the man he was before. the light took him, wickedness seeped in, and he nor his family could trust him to be the remain the pious son of nhaama he had always been.the tears would come later, as more pressing things flooding qadan's mind. without his tribe he was as good as dead. with a sun-stained soul he didnt know which death was worse. ...the buduga found him later, in his desperate search for shelter from the high sun. they convinced him to return to their camp, where he would take up their name, as they were the only ones willing to take pity on him, and become his new family. even if it had all been their doing, qadan had made his choice, and accepted his fate. his loved ones were safe at the expense of his purity, and so he shed his old name, for he no longer deserved to wear it, and became buduga.for summers he raided with the best of them, took the tributes of lesser tribes and trained his body to the buduga ideal. while his physical strength grew the power of his spells waned. the ancestors withdrew their gaze and a former kagon, stripped of the dusk mother's light, truly believed himself a soulless husk lashing out the only way it knew how.his calm cruelty would entrust more of his buduga brethren to him, and he joined a party heading south over the mountains to investigate tales of metal men destined to conquer the star. they'd seek that prowess for the glory of the tribe, but the so-called 'imperials' had no intention of humoring wretches like them. they were told to serve under the imperial standard and fight in its army for the opportunity attain glory like no other. they could bring pride to their tribe and have a hand in their grand delusion of unification.no xaela in his right mind would believe 'metal men' would be their future...but qadan had seen their legions marching through the streets of doma, airships the size of the dusk throne filling the sky like ominous black clouds. they subjugated their enemies, tore the flesh off the brittle bones of what little pride remained of the doman people, and he'd never seen anything like it.frightened....and awed, the choice he made was hardly a choice at all. and it wasn't one he made alone.

inventory

gansukh an imperial casting flagpole made of garlean steel. its flag no longer flies.temple chain a silver, aether-conductive temple chain worn by spellcasters.gold habiliments unassuming advenuterer's robes laced with love and magick.supplies he travels lightly: a blanket, rations, soap cars, a tin cup, an extra pair.stinging nettles used in a tea for its beneficial effects on the body and mind.bergamot branch when mixed with saliva the leaves relieve headaches if put up the nose.carriage permit notarized by the maelstrom, allows its carrier to rent carts from local stables. not honored in all city-states.flask of ether replenishes mana stores in a pinch. use sparingly. quantity:1the same book a collection of eorzean folktales on the saints of the twelve. (being borrowed by pelzie atm)snuff a small bottle of ruby sea coral; carries the scent of tobacco and kukuru.an extra pair smallclothes big enough to hold groceries... or one bodacious bottom.travel sketchbook a small book containing myriad sketches of eorzean landscapes and people. random notes found in the back.

likes

arcane studies; flowers; spicy food; sweet smiles; unbroken silence; gifts; quiet suffering; a good book ; mystery

DISLIKES when things don't add up; useless action; chicancery; cruel hands; silver tongues; sweet foods & drinks

the life of a wanderer is a humble one, bade to rely on the kindness of others to get him through the day. the simple things are earned through labor, or given as provisions from the guild. he's got a proclivity for unfurling his bedroll under a bridge instead of asking friends for a spot on their floor, but if you lend him a bed he'll cook you a meal and fix your wagon wheel after sleeping through the day.

Resting Place

| THEMES friendship, gratitude

conscripted ten years prior, qadan was assigned to the XIVth Legion as an imperial signifier. "Qadan oen Trogus" warded the VIIth's retreat during the Battle of Carteneau; was present for the construction of castra in Eorzea; appointed investigator during the Barheim Incident; and fought in Gyr Abania until the fall of Specula Imperiatoris, where injury lefthim at the mercy of the rebels. qadan surrenders to his would-be foes, and in rhalgr's reach finds relief from the imperial war machine. he's been MIA since.

Old Friends

| THEMES shared history, rivals, friendship

is your character impossibly energetic? bouncing off the walls? an idealist? optimistic? gullible? sickly sweet? as innocent as the sky is blue? qadan will die for them. he'll be a good big brother. please, he needs friends.

Sugar Rush

| THEMES friends, fondness

are you an arcane scholar or fellow practitioner? you'll find him studying whatever he can get his hands on, especially that concerning druidism or other obscure schools of spellcraft. why? he gives no reason other than 'personal interest', and you won't find him practicing any new spells. his current fascination lies within the school of somnolence: sleep magic.

Knowledge

| THEMES study buddies, arcane intrigue, discovery

tis not uncommon for limsan trading conglomerates to have entire shipping contracts ruined by a seasonal fear of sea monsters. levemetes desperately seek out 'monster slayers' to keep business flowing in and out of port, but the job can keep a man at sea for moons on end... you might have crossed paths with qadan during one of these voyages, as a passenger or otherwise.

Salty Breeze

| THEMES sea voyage, past encounter, adventure

ooc

gameplay my static raids on weekends (9:30-11:30p est) so i won't be available at those times. i ♥ housing & pvp. i also craft, gather and grow wind shards.

out of character writers over 20; ask for my discord/mare; in-game rp preference; looking for active LT partners and groups; ic ≠ ooc, i'm not my character; lore-veteran (strict, but open...); i like strong interpersonal storylines; i write low-power, dark, mature, angst, humor, drama, slice-of-life; selective combat; no "tome phones"; character concepts i'm wary of .

events i dont run my own plotlines but i have experience organizing market events, venues, 1x1 combat rules and large-scale battles. i have a passion for creating fc concepts, carrds, google docs and setting up discord servers. if you ever need advice with these, ask me to help! chances are i'd be happy to have something creative to do.

interaction if i have my "RP" tag on in-game, i'm IC and you're welcome to walk-up to me! if you notice i'm not writing in a public channel, my rp is private and it's unlikely i'll invite others. /tells are fine, i just may not notice it. don't take it personally if i fail to respond to you! discord will always be the best way to contact me & i will accept most friend requests.

dynamics always open to mashing our OCs together. i'd also like to explore how he'll get along with other steppe xaela; imperials & ex-patriots; idealists; witches & sorcerers; academics; nobility; roegadyn; lalafell; & more! if you think we can have a fun interaction, just send me a message!

samantha 32. new york. est.

/random if you'd like to attempt to hit or steal from my character, toss a /random roll in chat. in civil disputes, qadan prioritizes wrestling and grapple techniques. to thieves: he doesn't carry much gil on him; the most expensive items he owns are his silvered garlean steel casting stave and temple chain. inventory.

limitations

disclaimer the following is a list of character concepts i will likely ignore in RP (or give very limited interaction with).

spells

offense

defense

support

AD FINEM

causes a target mage's spell to fail. for the purpose of this magic, "counterspell" requires qadan to have knowledge of the spell he's attempting to nullify. [l] arcanima, conjury, thaumaturgy, ninjutsu

PROTEGO

trace a sigil of warding in the air, granting resistance to physical damage to self, willing target, or over an area (concentration). [s]

COLLOPORTUS

a closed door, window, gate, chest, or other entryway becomes locked for the duration and more difficult to unlock/open.

CONFRINGO

produces a fiery explosion at target location within sight. point-blank. [l]

TEGIMENTUM

trace a sigil of warding in the air, granting resistance to magic damage to self, willing target, or over an area (concentration). [s]

DOMINUS INCANTEM

master charm. removes the effects of charms or enchantments on a structure or object unless a specific counterspell is required. if an object is cursed or used for the purposes of scrying, its connection to the master or host is severed.

PETRIFICUS

renders the target stiff and immobile until the spell wears off. doesn't effect soulkin, ashkin, automata, and may fail against large creatures (dragons, mammoths, etc). [l]

EVANESCE

a veil of silence and shadow falls, masking self and nearby companions from detection in a small area. those in the affected area can't be detected by those outside it. if others step into the affected area, those inside will become visible. if the caster steps out the spell area, evanesce is dispelled. [s]

EPISKEY

mend some traumatic injuries, such as fractures and cartilage. for proper repair, breaks need to be set in place. misuse may cause joints to calcify. cannot repair organ damage. best used under the supervision of a trained medicus. do not use on the head.

passive

AUGERE [LEVI/SCUTUM]

"lift" [l] and "shield" [s] respectively; after successfully casting certain spells, qadan gains a boon from aether stored in his stave. offensive abilities [l] increase movement and evasion while defensive spells [s] weave a protective shell around him. levi and scutum can only be prepared once per day, but not at the same time.

other

ILLEGIBILUS

makes writing on or within an object impossible to read.

LIBERACORPUS

esuna. removes hexes and curses afflicting the body.

LUMOS

causes a glow to emit from a piece of soulbound equipment.

VERMILLIOUS

jet of red sparks shoot from his staff. used to signal an emergency.

come eat

— authentic steppe cuisine. real gil not required!

you see a food cart by the coastal cliffs of Summorford. a young xaela man fiercely cooks away. behind him, a chittering cage of fresh-caught marmots. 'Twixt Zephyr Gate and the Foremast he feeds his clientele: Yellowjackets, locals, and the occasional traveler. He stops as you approach.

"Come eat noodle." — Qadan

tsuivan

tsuivan. fried noodles, meat and veggies; favored of some Steppe tribes, believed to originate in doma. noodles are handmade and steamed in a large pot over simmering cabbage, onion and long, thin strips of lamb.

40gil all-you-can-eat

boodog

boodog. you're served the crisp and bloated carcass of a butchered marmot stuffed with its own meat, rutabaga, onions, carrots, cabbage, spices and river stones. The 'skin bag' is cooked in open flame until the hair has burned off.

40gil served with boortsog

buuz

a steamed sheep-stomach dumpling: a filling, hand-held meal stuffed with the leftover mince of the other dishes; a succulent mixture of veggies, marmot meat, lamb and viscera. tied with red string in a vague 'bunny ear' shape. for reasons.

20gil each

free

AGELESS WATER

drawn from the agyless river, residents believe it gives the skin a youthful shine.

BONEMEAL

we don't waste anything here. meal is ground by hand and given to summerford farms at the end of the day. should you be wanting, qadan may have some to spare.

suutei tsai

hot aldgoat-milk tea; flavored with borts (dried meat), prickly wild rose, herbs and salt. A cozy, comfort drink.

2gil served with boortsog

special

CHEF SPECIAL: HEADPATS

free headpats with every meal. ask your chef where to pick-up your side order.

CHEF SPECIAL: ADVICE

qadan doesn't say much...you're lucky to get more than a nod when he hands you food. but there's something behind those beady eyes. perhaps if asked...he just might have something meaningful to say; or at least a shrug of enlightenment.