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| − | <b>[http:// | + | <b>[http://hoftd.enjin.com/forumffxiv/m/16574377/viewthread/16165639-man-his-voidsent A Man and his Voidsent]</b><br><small>Context: Melfice is displeased after Shade takes aether from their associate.</small> |
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| − | <b>[http:// | + | <b>[http://hoftd.enjin.com/forumffxiv/m/16574377/viewthread/16362663-how-to-train-your-voidsent How to Train Your Voidsent]</b><br><small>Context: Shade gets in trouble once again after consuming Val's aether.</small> |
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| − | <b>[http:// | + | <b>[http://hoftd.enjin.com/forumffxiv/m/16574377/viewthread/19540735-no-solace-in-death No Solace in Death]</b><br><small>Context: Shade is banished and forced to wander the Void after being "killed."</small> |
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| − | <b>[http:// | + | <b>[http://hoftd.enjin.com/forumffxiv/m/16574377/viewthread/22108886-visiting-ancient-ruins Visiting Ancient Ruins]</b><br><small>Context: Melfice and Shade pay a visit to some ruins in search of information.</small> |
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| − | <b>[ | + | <b>[http://hoftd.enjin.com/forumffxiv/m/16574377/viewthread/24470960-breakfast Breakfast]</b><br><small>Context: Shade and Unmei bond over an awkward breakfast following banishing Chandra's ghost.</small> |
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Shadiyah Amari Desert Rose Error creating thumbnail: File missing
Shadiyah is a strange Keeper woman of many faces, sometimes literally. It's difficult to tell which, if any, is the real one. Despite something being incredibly off-putting about the woman, one can't help but be drawn in, an unnatural allure surrounding her. Those who can read aether will especially sense something amiss with the Voidtouched Miqo'te. About
Error creating thumbnail: File missing Shade stands at 5'5", notably tall for a Miqo'te woman, with a lightly-toned figure that's slender but not lacking in curves with a narrow waist and large breasts. Her face is a bit slender and long for that of a Miqo'te with high cheekbones and two white stripes on each cheek. Her skin is a pale brown, mocha-colored and free of any blemishes, and her eyes--large and round due with wide pupils to her Keeper heritage--are sapphire blue, but tend to fluctuate between that and black. They're lined with thick, winged black eyeliner, dark blue eyeshadow, and long eyelashes. A single, small black mole can be found below the outer corner of her left eye, a beauty mark. Her mouth is slightly wide, lips full and plump, painted a wine red to match her long fingernails, and constantly set into a frown, masking her pointed canines. Her eyebrows are thin, neatly shaped and sharply angled, half-hidden behind her straight-cut bangs. Her nose is small but aquiline, narrow, the faintest of bumps along its bridge. Her hair is chopped into a short, angled bob, shorter in the back and longer in the front to frame her pointed chin and often adorned with beads and small braids. The locks and her fur are a shiny, inky black, fading into midnight blue highlights at the ends. Her tail is long and slender, narrowing at the tip with sleek, short fur. Each feline ear is pierced several times, adorned with golden earrings. She seems to have a preference for gold jewelry, dark colors, and revealing outfits often of an Ul'dahn style. What her outfits lack in cloth and coverage, they make up for in jewelry and flare, a soft jingling sound usually accompanying her motions from all the metal clinking together. She wears a black leather choker at all times, curiously adorned with an ornate red heart, outlined in gold with a small diamond set in the middle. Her movements are graceful and oftentimes suggestive, obviously well-practiced and bordering on unnatural. Something about her visage has an almost hypnotic quality, luring in onlookers male and female alike. The scent of a strong perfume of jasmine and spices surrounds her. When "in disguise" in public, she typically opts to take the appearance of a servant with a black maid uniform and a pair of thick, round glasses, absent of some of her usual jewelry but still always sporting that heart-shaped locket. In her true, Voidsent glory, black horns like a rams curl out from behind her temples around her ears. Two black, leathery, bat-like wings sprout from her shoulder blades; too small to grant her flight, but enough to help her glide. Her once well-manicured fingernails overgrow into the form of long, sharp, ebony talons. Speech: She tends to speak in somewhat of a purr, the words leaving her lips in a sultry drawl. Each word is carefully pronounced--one can assume she comes from a noble and well-educated background. Her R's are sometimes rolled in the common Miqo'te fashion and when angered, certain syllables come out in a hiss. Most notably, she does not use contractions when she speaks, making her speech sometimes sound eerily robotic or emotionless. Her voice is low and quiet, velvety, making the most basic conversation sound like sweet nothings. Error creating thumbnail: File missing Shade is notably unstable and unpleasant. A long, tumultuous life, along with her affliction and far too much time spent within the Void has left her a bit out of touch with her humanity, unable to easily connect with others or process her emotions normally. She is quiet and tends to keep herself, giving away very little when she does speak. However, she is truly very lonely and can sometimes be found lurking silently in the public places, or harassing someone just for an excuse for some interaction. She is wary of people and very defensive around them, despite a secret desire for friendship. She feels that other have nothing in common with her and could not relate to her, and any relationships would only end in despair and betrayal, regardless. For this reason, she resents having any sort of connection with others, and when she realizes that one is forming, she will often try to push the person away and sabotage the friendship. Because of this, the people she likes are typically wholly unaware, and rather than being safe from her ire are more likely to receive it than anyone else. Considering she refuses to intentionally kill, typically tries not to bring serious physical harm to anyone, and may sometimes seek to protect the defenseless and innocent, one might believe she at least maintains a moral code, but the truth is just as much that she'd rather inflict emotional turmoil on someone and wreak havoc on their lives rather than hurt them physically or allow them the mercy of death. She is petty and vindictive, even to those who have seemingly done her no wrong. She believes the world and everyone in it is vile, so any harm she inflicts upon them will be deserved in the end and is just an inevitable part of life, and is nothing she hasn't suffered herself. She's something of a sadist who likes to see others suffer because it helps her feel better about her own miserable existence. Despite how venomous she seems toward others, the truth is it comes from a place of self-loathing. She has little regard for herself. She is softer than it seems, but it's thoroughly hidden behind a cold exterior and vicious outbursts. Her favorite area to bring trouble to people are their love lives, though this has largely stopped now that she is bound to her own significant other and forbidden to fool around elsewhere. However, despite her own devotion to this man and genuine love for him, she is still a cynic when it comes to love and sickened by romance and affection involving others. Despite her promise of monogamy, she is still often very flirtatious and seductive with others, taking every opportunity to slip innuendos into the conversation. She is not actually looking for sex or romance with this behavior; she just either wants to watch the person squirm or pine after her, or lure them in so that she might steal their aether when the opportunity arises. In fact, if someone actually tries to touch her, she usually shies away and becomes defensive--sometimes violently. She likes to have others be hung up on her--be it due to hatred, lust, or love. She enjoys being praised by others and having them pander to her and try to please her, and yet she can be easily annoyed by the smothering attention and lash out at them for it. Regardless of being truly enamored with Melfice, she enjoys making him jealous, making him uncomfortable, or angering him from time to time either to test the limits of his affection for her or to earn his attention when she feels ignored.
Some of these rumors are untrue, speculation, or are greatly exaggerated. Please feel free to add your own rumors under the Player Character category!
Warning! Unmei's story involves mention of death, murder, injury, violence, and body horror. Please read at your own risk if you are sensitive to such themes. X'unmei was born to a sect of the Lynx tribe native to the Black Shroud, the only child of her father's favored mate. Her birth left her mother weak and ill, earning her much resentment from the Nunh. Always rather small and meek, she was something of the runt of the litter. She found that not only did she have little talent in violence, but she also had little interest in it. Everything from sparring to hunting to watching Nunhs and their contenders fight for dominance made her wince and shy away. After her mother died due to injuries she obtained hunting, Unmei even entirely abstained from hunting, opting to only gather fruits and vegetables instead. She couldn't embrace the mentality of fighting for the right to live, or the way Seeker tribes shut themselves off from the world in the name of self-preservation, neither giving nor accepting help outside the tribe. A world where people helped each other seemed to be much more productive, in her mind, than a world where people shut out others to focus solely on themselves. And she knew that such a world existed--or at least, a world that was closer to that ideal did exist. It was the world outside of Seeker tribes. She had ventured to Gridania and the nearby villages whenever she could, she had quietly watched the other races from afar, and she had read. She read whatever she could get her hands on. Books of nonfiction, as well as fairy tales and romance, tragedies and drama. She liked the world in her books more than her own life. And thus she read more and more to escape, silently enduring her own reality whenever she must. As much as she felt outcast from her tribe, her tribe seemed to agree. She was reluctant to hunt, reluctant to fight. A huntress who spent all her time with her nose in book and cringing at bloodshed was not beneficial to the tribe. She was a burden. Another mouth to feed who did not even pull her own weight. Her tribe viewed her with disdain. She was a black sheep. A nuisance. An embarrassment. They were hopeful she could at least be put to use for motherhood, but she seemed to run from that responsibility, as well. As she grew older, the expectation for her to begin to breed grew stronger, and she found herself resenting her life more and more. The books she read had filled her mind with dreams of romance. Where was romance in spending a night with a fellow who had been with half the women in the tribe? Where was the sentiment in being a number rather than a lover? How miserable must it be to carry a child you don't want fathered by a man you don't love? She couldn't stand the idea. She could no longer stand tribal life, in general. She felt like she was considered a tool, an object used to put food on the table and procreate. She knew it was for the good of the tribe, but where was the good in it when so many in the tribe were miserable and missing out on so much in life? What was the point of benefiting the people in the tribe when they ceased to be people? Why strive for the good of the abstract concept of a tribe in general rather than its actual members? She couldn't understand any of it. She couldn't withhold her feelings any longer. With her mother now gone and the tribe pushing her harder and harder toward mating, she had little reason to stay. So she gathered what few belongings she had and could carry, and she left. Her tribe viewed her leaving as an act of a disloyalty, but at the same time was not particularly distraught to see the timid girl go. It was one less mouth to feed, an annoyance gone from the tribe. She cut ties with the Lynx tribe, and it was largely mutual. She wandered the Shroud, but she found that living on her own was much more difficult than she had anticipated. She had felt alone within her tribe, but now she understood what it was truly like to be alone. She struggled to find food, shelter, and gil, and to keep herself safe from the dangers of the Shroud. She struggled, and failed. Moons passed, and ultimately she found herself tired, and cold, and hungry. Weakened as she was, she was thoroughly unable to flee or defend herself when she was attacked by Ixali and she was left for dead. And not incorrectly. She remembered the world fading to black for a while... and then suddenly, everything was light again. Her memory of the incident was fuzzy, and not something she particularly wanted to recall. But she knew someone had rescued her, brought her back from the clutches of death. Her savior introduced himself as Melfice Vainchelon, and the powerful mage became both a benefactor and more or less a father figure in her life. Noticing in her a particular talent after she had crossed into death and back, he began to teach her how to manipulate aether, a talent she had never held before her brief dip into the Lifestream. He took her in for a time, granting her food, shelter, and anything material she might need. She had little choice but to continue to visit Melfice regularly for transfusions of aether to treat her "condition," lest she begin to fade away. Unmei knew Melfice practiced some bizarre magicks, but considering he'd saved her life and seemed very kind, she didn't mind or question it. Error creating thumbnail: File missing Once she was nursed back to health and back on her feet, Unmei returned to the Shroud to continue wandering, this time able to turn to Melfice if desperate for a meal or a roof over her head. While lazing about Gridania one sun, she found a lost Midlander man by the name of Cyrus Mulano. She helped him navigate his map, and he wished to repay her, insisting she stay with him when he learned she had no home. Hesitantly, she agreed, sharing an inn room with the man for a time. Within a couple moons, the two were lovers, and Unmei followed him in his travels, enamored with the handsome and unbelievably kind man, but it was not to last. One sun while they were staying in Ul'dah, Cyrus never came home from work... nor the next... and the next... Mei began to grow worried, having had no contact with the man who usually came home every night. When she tracked down some of his co-workers, they said they had not seen him for suns. Unmei visited the Quicksand in hopes of finding some clues. Loitering there visibly upset, an Elezen by the name of Vallois Villeneuve noticed her, seeing an opportunity to make some gil. He approached her, asking what troubled her. She explained the situation, and he offered to help her find her lost lover. She explained she had little gil, but she would pay what she could and promised the man food and a place to stay. Rather reluctantly, she agreed, and the two set off on a journey together. The Wildwood didn't make for very pleasant company, grumpy and quiet and knowing little about himself, but she was grateful just to have some help. They ventured to the Shroud to seek out the Harbingers of Dawn free company that Cyrus had worked with in the past. Unfortunately, the Harbingers had no idea of Cyrus's whereabouts, but they offered their assistance in finding him and granted shelter to Mei and Vallois. Desperate for answers, Unmei turned to Melfice, who scried for Cyrus's presence, but found nothing. The mage explained it meant the Midlander was either dead, or within another realm. Not about to accept he could be dead, Mei continued searching for answers. She found none, but they began to find her, strange beasts attacking her and Vallois, prompting her to discover that she could manipulate and animate unliving flesh. One evening, the two were ambushed by a robed man in a mask and a Voidsent creature he summoned. The creature was slain, dropping some sort of key, and the masked man fled. The key was enchanted, acting as a compass of sorts. Unmei and Vallois gathered a group of Harbingers and set out to see where the key might lead. It led them to a misplaced door in a back alley of Ul'dah. When unlocked and opened, the door revealed a portal into the Void. Hesitantly, the group entered, finding themselves within some sort of pocket dimension within the Void. The place was rife with dangers, illusions, and bizarre scenery, splitting the group in two for a time before they found each other again. Mei was unaware at the time that everything they witnessed was a clue to a larger puzzle. At last, they found Cyrus, bound and severely injured, malnourished and maimed, unrecognizable. Unmei rushed over to him and his bonds were destroyed. The only things the man managed to rasp out, however, were pleas for death. He lashed out violently, his body suddenly and painfully morphing into something inhuman, a beast befitting the Void. Lan Darklyn gave the order to end the creature's suffering, much to Mei's horror and protests. Vallois grabbed the poor girl, dragging her literally kicking and screaming out of the Void so that she would not witness what would occur next. For the next few suns, Unmei was inconsolable. She and Vallois had grown quite close during their misadventures, and she soon turned to him for comfort, the two entering a relationship once she had finally accepted Cyrus's death. However, she was not done in her quest for answers, now bent on discovering who had done such a horrible thing to Cyrus and why. Stories are in chronological order. Stories contain mature/sensitive/nsfw themes. Please read at your own risk.
Context: Melfice is displeased after Shade takes aether from their associate. How to Train Your Voidsent Context: Shade gets in trouble once again after consuming Val's aether. No Solace in Death Context: Shade is banished and forced to wander the Void after being "killed."
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