C'kayah Polaali

I've been sitting outside of this argument so far, but I've got to say I was curious about what you've been talking about. It's unfortunate that you decided to delete all your content, so there's no real context to this. That said, what I see are a thread from a week ago where you proposed something that a few people said "sounds like fun, let's chat), as well as two linkshells (one of which doesn't look like it was on either Balmung or Gilgamesh) from the eleventh. I honestly don't see where anyone has reacted to you in any manner that wasn't positive. I've personally got to stick up for the RPC. I've RPed in games for literally decades, and I find that the RP community here is among the best I've ever experienced. Because of this, I've got to agree with Natalie that the problem doesn't seem to be us. Anyways, I'm sorry that the RPC wasn't what you're looking for, and I wish you luck in finding an RP community you enjoy.

*purrs*

C'kayah was very nice to Kage...

I've never really taken it as canon that Tias get no sex while Nunhs get it all, to be honest. You don't see anything like that in human cultures, nor do you see it among mammals. There's an interesting thing that crops up when you look at the genetics of the kids of animals in a Seeker-style group (where one male mates with the females and the other males don't mate at all): There's a sizable fraction of the kids who are not actually the children of the breeding male. One of the prevailing theories to explain that, amusingly called the "Sneaky Fucker Theory" says basically that these other males are mating with the females while the breeding male is off doing something else. I can easily see something similar happening with Seekers. I think, in Seeker culture, there's probably a lot of symbolism attached to the titles Tia and Nunh that don't necessarily bear out in practice. There are a few people RPing Seekers named "blah blah Nunh" who are running around being adventurers. Where's their breeding group? Certainly not adventuring with them. I doubt that their group is somehow just waiting for them to return in the desert while they go on adventures. Yet they keep the title, probably because of its symbolic importance. As another example, C'kayah left his tribe a decade and a half ago, yet still keeps the title Tia, despite having quite a bit of sex over the years and currently being in a Seeker-style relationship. He enjoys how the title leads to assumptions about him - in his mind, it's far better to be underestimated.

He smiled warmly at her, tying the saddlebag closed again. "Oh, the pleasure of giving the gift far outweighs any other considerations", he purred. "Your accepting it is all the repayment I could ask for." He turned back to her as she spoke the last, his smile broadening into a grin. "Though it sounds like you like the idea of modeling these things. Hmmm...", he mused, speculatively. "With a model such as yourself, I may have to start carrying very expensive wares..."

It was a lot of fun! Where else, after all, could a Twelveswood landed noblewoman sit in the lap of an up-and-coming Ul'dahn crime boss without turning heads?

For C'kayah, it all depends on the context - as with most people, I'd imagine. He's pretty comfortable being touched save when the toucher is someone he doesn't like, in which case the touch really is another move in whatever hostile game they are playing.

It's almost very uncanny valley. @_@ It all goes quite fine until subtle creepy parts just make you freak. D: D:<<<< The Stepford Nat...

He laughed, pleased by her reaction to the gift. She really was delightful to look at, he thought. "It truly is my pleasure", he purred, watching her clutch the veil to her chest. "Not only that", he admitted, "but sound business sense. "You see", he continues, his eyes twinkling mischievously, "any man who sees you wearing this will want to buy one for his wife, while any woman will want to share in your beauty by dressing the same. I fully expect to have sold the other eleven veils by the time I leave the Float." He smiles at her, his eyes flickering with the recognition by one exile of another.

Sophie does have a nice butt... :angel: I think part of it's the impact of method-acting C'kayah, but I don't tend to have a problem with approaching attractive characters for RP. I'm also making a very conscious effort in FF to at least ping anyone who looks like they may be interesting to RP with (people walking, people with RP tags, etc). Usually the thing that keeps me from approaching a character is more just the situation they're in: if it looks like someone is busy with some RP, I tend not to try to insert myself in it without at least an OOC /tell.

I'd personally like to see a ring of illegal freeform lalafell fights. We could call them Kage Matches...

I'd love for C'kayah to be a better. He frequently talks about it when he's watching the Grindstone fights (speaking of which, I've got to go to those again).

You are the only one in Ul'dah without a guilty conscience apparently. C lost his conscience in a faro game a few years ago. I hate you, but not as much as I hate myself right now. I have a salve for that...

You are the only one in Ul'dah without a guilty conscience apparently. C lost his conscience in a faro game a few years ago.

Well, Nat's pointy enough as it is.

He watches her face as she regards the veil, recognizing that in it she sees more than just a simple piece of cloth. There's something of the exile about her, he thinks to himself. She lives outside the guarded city - by choice, perhaps, or not - but in any case, her life is divorced from the life she grew up knowing. He sees that all in the flash of her eyes and in her delighted grin, and just as quickly he arrives at a decision. Grinning and purring happily, he draws the veil across her back from shoulder to shoulder before flipping it off with a flourish and folding it back into a compact square. He presents it to her with a modest bow, then lifts his head to regard her with a mischievous flash of his eyes. "It'd be a pity if my new Ishgardian friend didn't have some small example of what the dancers in her old home are wearing", he says with a smile. "Please", he urges. "Accept this as a gift from me."

"Mmmmm...", he purrs, "Yes. It's both the worst and the best part of Ishgardian society, I think. The worst because, well, it's difficult to trade with those who won't see you. The best, on the other hand..." He flips the veil open with a flourish, holding it up so that the light shimmers through it's violet fabric and sparkles from silver threads shot through it. He moves to stand close to her, holding the veil up to partially conceal her face, admiring the way it sets off her skin. His lips curl into a flirtatious smile. "On the other hand, there's something to be said for the attractiveness of beauty concealed, don't you think? Of hinting at hidden glories instead of slaying mystery by laying all bare..."

"On occasion", he says with a smile. "Weapons can be bulky, and don't always have the profit margin to make them worthwhile to me. Lance heads and pugilists weapons can be small, but there are few that the Ishgardians sell which aren't also made locally, in as good a quality, in the other places I sell. Is there something particular you're looking for?" He slips the dagger back into the saddlebag, then lifts the flap on another, tugging loose a corner of colorful filmy material. "The biggest problem with goods from Ishgard is how secretive they can be about everything. It was extraordinarily difficult, for instance, to even get them to show me this, an Ishgardian dancer's veil..."

"Limsa!", he laughed, sliding the box closed and rewrapping it in its leather covering. "I honestly don't think the Roegadyn would know a seductive scent if it rode up on a horse and clubbed them in the head! "No, my delightful defender, this is bound for Ul'dah", he purred, replacing the box in his saddlebags. Next he drew out a slim book, curious images embossed into the dark red leather of the cover. "'Seventeen Successful Torture Techniques'", he read. "I'd imagine this would sell well in Limsa, though I can only wonder at the dedication in filtering the successful techniques from the unsuccessful ones. "But this", he purred, replacing the book and drawing forth an ornate silver dagger, the sheath encrusted with gems that shone in the sunlight. "This might go to the Duskwights themselves. An Ishgardian dagger, quenched in the blood of no less than three dragons, and inlaid with lapis lazuli and precious gems. The Sylnais clan, for instance, famously overpays for such things."

I've RPed with Aya, who's from Shizu's FC, and she's a big pile of fun.

Well, with Seekers specifically, there are a lot of Tias. Not all of them would stay back home on the farm. With the chaos over Eorzea over the last ten years, going out and adventuring is an excellent way to "open up a new hunting area", so to speak. And then there's all the Nunhs running around. While I recognize that there are relatively few roleplayers playing adventuring Nunhs, I just handwave them by rationalizing that they've been replaced and simply haven't admitted it. Keepers, on the other hand? I don't know. I do know that Keepers in the Shroud were probably hit pretty hard by the Calamity, so you're seeing (as Ildur mentions) a bunch of them because they simply had to come out.

He chuckled, eyes twinkling mischievously. "Ishgardian's aren't exactly on good terms with perfumes", he said, silkily. "Cosmetics, yes. Perfumes, no. But..." He reached into a saddlebag, rummaging around before producing a small package wrapped in soft, thin leather. Unwrapping it, he displayed an ornately carved box of dark wood and silver inlays. He grinned wickedly, sliding open the top to reveal a tiny bottle. An oily amber liquid pooled inside. "Mandissarette", he purred. "I bought it on the way up to Coerthas. The Duskwights who sold it to me claimed that none could resist the woman who wore it. Experience bore out their claims", he continued with a smile, "though the miqo'te nose is famously sensitive."

"Mmmmm, yes...", he said with a smile, his voice a pleasant purr. "Ishgardian potions travel well and sell nicely in Gridania. There are Duskwight and Keeper clans in the Shroud, too, that I buy from - their goods always fetch a good price in Ul'dah "But enough about me", he continued. "Have you guarded many places and faced many threats? The Wood Wailers tend to be quite closed about such things, but I've always had a burning curiosity..."

"I'm on my way back from delivering up north", he said with a grin, patting the mostly-empty bags slung over his chocobo, "but I've a few things bound for Gridania on the way back. There's no profit in empty bags, after all." He glanced at the inn, rising above the trees, and smiled. "Fallgourd has been a favorite way-station of mine for some years", he purred. "I always make a habit of stopping here at least overnight. The food and wine are spectacular for such an isolated settlement. And now", he let his smile widen to show the tips of his stubby fangs, legacy of some Keeper ancestor, "so is the company."

C'kayah laughed delightedly. "Much", he said, his teeth flashing whitely in the sun. "I'd have second thoughts about attacking the town after seeing you on guard..." Finishing with the saddlebags, he took the reigns in his hand and grinned rakishly at her. "As a matter of fact", he said, "I'm feeling so safe that I think I'll stay here a day or two. After you're off duty", he continued, shifting on his heel, "I'd like to buy you a drink and hear about the lot of an Ishgardian in Gridania."