C'kayah Polaali

As a criminal RPer, I've got to say that OOC communication really is key. RPing a law enforcement officer trying to arrest someone is still RP, and it has to be based on an underpinning of trust. Send the criminal a tell (as Berrod suggested) asking if they want to play you coming after them. There are a lot of reasons why they wouldn't want you to. Perhaps they're in an established top-down (i.e.: with a dungeon master, a plot outline, etc) roleplay, and there isn't room for someone to jump in - people who play these sorts of plots tend to be wary of random people who jump in to join them, as they're used to trolls and people who want to jump in and assume the heroic role in the plot. Perhaps they've had a bad experience with godmodders and they'll ignore anyone who comes in to RP a conflict with them cold. Perhaps they're simply douchebags who don't want to RP anything beyond them acting like bad guys. It doesn't really matter why they don't want you to jump in with them, the fact that they don't simply means that you can't assume a position of authority with them. It's always a little awkward - you end up having to ignore criminal activity that's happening right in your sight - but that's sort of the way it is with any conflict RP. And law enforcement RP is definitely conflict RP. There are a lot of criminal RPers who roleplay out in public specifically to provide hooks for law enforcement RPers (or others) to interact with them. I know I definitely do this, and it's resulted in a hell of a lot of good RP with said John Laws.

Maybe. Unless, of course, we're brave enough to broach the subject that's on everyone's mind. The unspoken love. The hidden flame...

Updated our description a bit. While we're still active in Ul'dah, our presence in Limsa and in the Shroud has been growing. We've also got our first non-Miqo'te! Welcome recruit Mezzo, our token Lalafell!

Zyrusticae Wrote: And we let you live? Christ! We're slipping! Kenthyyyyyyyy!?!

Caught a sunrise out at Wanderer's Palace with Kenthy and Friederike:

Damn, this is so much faster now! Thank you so much for all your hard work!

I'd take a page from fantasy or medieval battle poetry and sort of handwave it a bit from a descriptive point of view: It's a special weapon, adorned with aetherial crystals to focus the blessing of the Twelve and the Elementals of the Shroud to further defeat your enemies. You don't have to talk about specifics, after all.

It's funny, because motorcycles are pretty canon in the FF universe. Pretty much every FF game has had them. C owns a chocobo that he rides when he's out of town. Khaj is fairly young and spirited, and he replaces C's old bird which... um... was blown up in a smuggling operation gone terribly wrong...

C'kayah owns an oversized Coeurl tribesman's hunting bow, an Ul'dahn gladiator's sword, as well as a Duskwight dagger. The bow is very plain, and is made to look like the bow he bore when he first left his tribe and came to Ul'dah. It's larger, partially because he's no longer a boy and partially because he just likes it. The sword was a gift from his old mate, Natalie. It's of very solid, workmanlike design. The dagger is very ornate, a testament to some nameless Duskwight smith's skill. Of the three, the only one he wears constantly is the dagger. Consequently, he occasionally loses it. His current dagger was purchased as part of a lot purchase from a Duskwight smith. It replaced a similar one from the same smith, which replaced a similar one from a different smith, which replaced one he stole when he was eighteen.

Dragoon in a PUG Runs to boss and stands right there. Oh, he needs a raise. C'kayah's brandy: 'Cos everyone needs a friend. Even the villains.

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C'kayah and Kenthy discuss business in Limsa It's very pretty there. Perhaps I'll stay a while... The Face of Tylwyth Narah A candid shot with Lili and Ado

One of the members of Tylwyth Narah has two infant girls who C'kayah dotes on to excess: Kenthy, not so much. Except when no one is watching: And sometimes the babies make a statement, too:

This, for all the rest of you, is how a real Moonkeeper woman courts...

Alright, I'll bite. Here's C'kayah: Strength: 10 - He's no stronger than average. Constitution: 18 - Despite his love of comfort, he can endure a great deal of physical hardship. Dexterity: 16 - C'kayah is nimble, and an excellent shot with a bow. Intelligence: 12 - He's got a decent amount of native intelligence, which he steadfastly refuses to apply. Wisdom: 11 - This is a bit of an average. He's got a great deal of insight into the way the world works, and how to manipulate his way into advantageous positions. At the same time, a pretty woman can often get the best of him with little more than a word. Charisma: 19 - C'kayah can charm the Sultana out of her pants. And has.

There can never be enough Miqo'te! They're essentially the blood elves of FFXIV which isn't exactly a bad thing. There are TOO DAMN MANY Miqo'te. It's a good thing I'm staying out, then, mmmm? C's hottest when he's in the shadows, anyways...

"You want me to what?" C'kayah sat uncomfortably on the edge of his chair, holding a too-hot cup of liquor and frowning at the dark-skinned Matriarch perched before him. "Take Rhaki in", she replied. Her face was calm and composed, her voice smooth. She'd aged in the years he'd known her, a streak of white contrasting to her dark hair, the lines at the corners of her eyes deeper than when he'd last seen her. She still carried the same easy air of authority, however. The same confidence that he would acquiesce, that his objections were merely part of the ritual they must go through. "Why Rhaki? Why us?" "She's restless", Farih said simply. When he didn't reply, she continued on. "She wants to make her mark in the world, and she doesn't think she can do it here, at home. I was the same way, when I was her age." The Matriarch smiled then, pleasure shining in her pale eyes. "That answered my first question", he said, holding the tiny cup of heated liquor under his nose and inhaling its sharp scent. "Not my second." Inwardly he shook his head, though. He knew what she would say, and she didn't disappoint him. "She's still ignorant of the larger world", Farih stated softly. "She needs someone to watch over her while she learns. Someone we can trust. And you…" "And I owe you", he finished, nodding. "And you owe me", she agreed. He sipped the liquor, hissing a little as it burned the back of his throat. Her faint smile widened slightly. She knew what his acceptance of her hospitality signaled. "Alright", he said, gazing flatly at her. "I'll take her in. Keep her safe." "And teach her your business", she added, the tip of a sharp fang flashing against the dark skin of her lips. He nodded, exhaling. "And teach her my business", he agreed, a note of defeat in his voice. "Good", she purred. "Now, about those reagents you wanted to buy…"

Yes. They also sit next to your bed, lean 3 inches from your face, and go "Hey!" "Hey!" "Hey!" until you wake up and feed them. Again, that's really only Nat...

Na, you've taken the measure of the man perfectly! How have we not RPed before? I have a suspicion Val and C would get along famously...

Now that she has insight into Coatleque's past, is she going to start asking for makeup and clothing advice? Please, Nat's a Miqo'te, as if looking like a whore wouldn't come naturally to her. I'm not sure "whore" is what I would label that hat. >.> It's got a nice "Minnie Pearl" look to it...

A thousand thousand threads of smoke rose in the evening sky over Ul'dah. The air was bitingly cold, unseasonably so, and each of the city's inhabitants burned fires to stave it off. No breeze stirred the cold air, and the city's smokes mixed into a stale lens that drove people indoors and led those who ventured into the streets to don makeshift masks to try to filter out the corruption and ash. Further in from the Gold Court, past the Path of Coin and angling off from Fish Street was a cramped alley. In the back, a lone Miqo'te curled around a tiny brazier, feeding pellets of charcoal into the fierce, bright fire in an attempt to stay warm. His clothes were good, but worn, and a well-loved lance leaned against the wall. He cursed softly as his fingers found nothing more in the little box he'd bought. It was going to get cold before the night was over. What drove him out of his bed? Away from the company of the white-haired woman who shared his life. What spurred him to trade comfort for the chill of this alley, the tiny flame of this brazier? Was he dissatisfied with his life? Had it always been so? He remembered pain on the sands as he fought the other Wolf-tribe Tias for the title and priviledge he sought for his own. He remembered the warm touch of the females after he'd won. Why had he left that? Left them? For this sandy city? For the wine and the stories and the smokes? For a Hyur? Why, then, had he left her as well? He remembered stories of men who always sought what they didn't have. They would gain lives that other men would be happy to live, and they would forsake them in the hunt for what could be. Those stories almost never ended well, and he knew it. Yet here he was, in this alley, staring at the last pellet of charcoal as it slowly grew darker, cooler. He could return right now. Return to his Hyur, to his bed, to warmth and comfort. Instead, he prodded at the pellet with the sharp point of a dagger, stirring it to a last flicker of heat. He closed his eyes, enjoying the warmth, pretending for a moment he was somewhere else. The pellet went out. He looked up into the chill of the sky. The red, baleful eye of Moraig had just surmounted the sharp spire of Teleg Than. It was time. Rising to his feet, he took his lance and walked out of the alley into the broad street beyond. Facing him stood a small knot of people: A richly dressed Lalafell surrounded by men in browned-iron bearing swords. The Lalafell was young, looking almost childlike with his lack of beard, his soft limbs. Yet the Miqo'te knew that others had paid dearly for their mistake in thinking him weak. This was Benetua Ruranua, representative of Lolorito himself. The Lalafell covered his nose with a finely embroidered silk handkerchief and sniffed diffidently, an obvious affectation. "Val Nunh", Benetua's voice was soft and quiet, and the Miqo'te had to strain to hear it. "Thank you for coming to speak with me tonight. I think you'll find my proposition... *interesting*..."

It's C'kayah with a "K"! And how dare you stick me in between Natalie and Kage!

*throws a rock made of chocolate* Me, too, you great, damnable Highlander.

Sorry I missed this, I hope it was fun

Osric (You don't get many of him without Danny Glover in this character role, but it fits) Natalie Kage (This is Lt. Guild from The Thin Man, for those of you who don't know the movie) Aya (Not a character per se, but still a character...) Erik Roen (I had one before, but the host seemed to be saddened by me linking it. Here we go, same character, same food.)