Bexy

Ah! I was looking for a thread like this, seeing as i was trying to figure out everyone by searching for them. Now i can find you all in one place! Here, have a Tumblr~! https://www.tumblr.com/blog/bexyamalaryssia This is Bexy's IC Tumblr, with maybe the odd snippet and diary entry from Max.

This is a cool thread, and so, i'm going to do it again. Kellach, your character looks cool. It's not often you see someone with that look, and pulled off so nicely, too! And clicking your wiki page reminds me mine is in a dire need of finishing update. Productivity, woo!

Went to Bronze Lake. Randomly jab print screen in a thunderstorm. Epic picture ensues. Epic battle screenshot go! A wedding was had. Many thanks to all who came! More epic battle screenshots. I seem to be getting good at this. Most favourite screenshot ever of those two. And finally.... This picture holds a thousand words. Bexy is terrified, having never ridden a chocobo. Max is trying to help her. Bexy's chocobo isn't terribly bothered about what is going on. Max's chocobo, Bobo? He is so done. So tired of this. So dissapointed.

Taken yesterday, near Bronze Lake. I quite like this one... Catches them pretty well.

Having some deep-reflecting thoughty stuffs in La Noscea. I love the lighting on this one. Suddenly a desktop background. Bexy, D'ly, and a suicidal Dodo. Ship battle time go.

Rivienne is very, very, very, VERY. Veryveryvery.... A lot of things. Kind, lovely, fun, pretty, and generally just an awesome person to speak to and have around, both IC and OOC. She even braught me tea. <3

[align=center]White eyes and a smile. We see what the others don't. Alone no longer.[/align]

All of my yes. Bexy - Anon. Versoix - Not anon Frequency- Whenever!

*looks over Bexy's wiki* *blinks* *readies to set his wiki on fire for wasting wiki space* ...seriously. Much pretty. Very content. So wiki. WOW. ^^; Thankyou! I worked very hard on it, but it's -STILL- not done. I have so many pictures to update, and relations, and journal entries, and at least another short story... Not to mention the timeline, and quotes and... *sighs* *Loads up wiki to edit* Maybe i'll post here when i finally finish it.

It's a running joke with my FC that i'll never finish it. So much changes all the time, but i'm a sucker for keeping on top of it. It's... I have problems, okay?

And thus, this thursdays theme iss..... [align=center]Secret agent and spy night![/align] A perfect opportunity to use suits, sunglasses, and maybe even some shady attire for some better use. Is your character a spy? Great! You should come along! Be they a Garlean spy, or a secret agent assassin. I hope to see you all there! ~Bexy

Thankyou for everyone who attended! It was an absolute blast, and very funny seeing some of the... Creative outfits. Here are a couple of screenshots for your viewing pleasure!

Finally, after much waiting, i got my coat! And a FC event in Coerthas that went on. It was awesome, and i snapped this cool (Not sorry) screenshot in the process!

Long robes work just as well! Don't worry too much, so long as it looks a little.. Dressy?

Event kicks off right now! Time to see those lovely dresses!

Bump! A little over two hours until event starts. And remember! Everyone must wear a dress! Even men. Long robes, the plain skirt... There's a lot of combinations. Be creative!

two hours til go time people!

[align=center]Greetings, fellow Eorzeans![/align] [align=center]Every Thursday, starting this coming Thursday the 20th, The Kindred <> will be holding a Themed Bar Night in the basement bar in their estate, aptly named "The Bottom."[/align] [align=center]There will be a different theme every Thursday, and it could be -anything-. From everyone wearing a particular colour, fancy hat day, seasonal themes, and more![/align] [align=center]The bar will open at 9pm GMT, and stay open and partying so long as there are guests there to have fun! If you're unsure what time that is for you wherever your are in the world, here's a handy little Time Zone Converter.[/align] [align=center]For those who don't know where we are, The Kindred is situated in:[/align] [align=center]Plot 11, Ward 4, The Goblet.[/align] [align=center]We hope to see you there![/align] [align=center]Important Information![/align] [align=center]What?! - A Themed Bar Night![/align] [align=center]Where?! - Plot 11, Ward 4, The Goblet.[/align] [align=center]When?! - Every Thursday, 9pm GMT onwards![/align] [align=center]Who?! - Everyone![/align] [align=center]Why?! - Why not? To have us some fun![/align] [align=center]The next themed Bar Night is....[/align] [align=center]~~Secret Agent and Spy!~~ Previous nights Everyone wears a dress![/align]

Very much looking forward to this! It will be interesting to see what people do with the new options for dresses Also, bump! This is today!

More screenshots this way come. We both invested in sunglasses. No regrets were had. I... Really like this screenshot. Spontaniously taken in Ul'dah. "Fun" In Coerthas.... Again, with a pretty view of Ishgard Mysterious wind Bexy is go.

Have a bunch of pretty outfits and poses. ^^ Ahehehe... Soo... I might have overdone it...

*Drops to knees dramatically.* HOW COULD YOOOOoooOOOooo

This was shortly before our audition to join the cast of Final Fantasy XV. I'd pass this audition. Just sayin'.

Twenty One Cycles. She purses her lips, brushing her hair from her face as the cold winds blew against her. She trudges through the snow. Coerthas had changed a lot since she had last visited. What once was beautiful, rolling hills and valleys of green, had now been smothered with a carpet of snow. She didn’t find it so unpleasant as many Ishgardians did, however. Merely seeing it as another terrain to explore. “Hm...” She pondered, pausing for a moment. A small group of armour clad Knights passed by her, seemingly coming from the direction she headed in. Wary glances examined her, at least from the eyes that weren’t obscured by the helmets. She only gave them a silent nod, and continued moving. Eventually stopping aside an alcove, hoping to garner some shelter from the ensuing blizzard, she unravels her map. “Natalan...” She sighs, and looks ahead. A strange settlement was in view. Twisted metal... Wooden gates. She didn’t recognize it. “Zarya... Sister. What on the Twelve brought you here...?” She questioned. Her words fall silent, and she approaches the gate. Not a sound. Not a guard in sight. Strange. She pauses for a few minutes to check and recheck, just to be safe. Nothing. Cautious, yet curious, she heads through the gate, walking only a few paces forward before she bolts behind a broken gate. A creature... Unlike one she had ever encountered. It squawked, and emitted a low cawing, as it peered down towards something slumped into the snows, dappled with a vivid red. After some moments, it moves on. She carefully scouts her way around the fences and railings. Another of the strange black and feathered creatures laid on the floor. It didn’t appear to be moving. Frowning, Bexy passes by, not before stopping to garner a closer look. “An Ixal...?” She silently wondered to herself. Then it became apparent. Those Knights with solemn expressions and bloodied blades... This must have been their doing. She had only scarcely heard of the Ixal’s doings whilst buying provisions in Dragonhead, vaguely remembering the Ishgardian merchant there cursing them about an attack on a caravan. She gives a firm nod, and continues to delve deeper into the stronghold. No stone unturned. No hideaway unsearched. She sighs. Not a trace of her sister could be found, despite what everything pointed to. Shaking her head, she almost turns to leave, before gritting her teeth. Something catches her eye. Wrinkling her nose with an odd curiosity, she approaches. Strange things littered the floor, in what seemingly looked like an old room full of broken scraps, and things that once resembled weapons and armour. Picking the twisted white frame from the side of the heap, she widens her eyes. “But... Where have i seen this before...?” She thought. A cawing was heard again outside, and she made the hasty decision to leave the accursed place. Indeed... Her sister was nowhere to be found. At least... Not this time. Eventually managing to exit Natalan as easily as she had entered, she smiled, finally reaching the confines of Dragonhead once more. Arching the frame, she again frowns. “Curious...” She ponders. The bow, which she had recognized it to be on sight, was in better shape than she thought. It needed restringing, reinforcing... Certainly a good clean, but it was useable. Her fingers trail to the strange decorum at the top of the bow. She tilts her head in curiosity, and after a few short moments, her eyes widen. “Twelve... No way...” The night passes. It takes a fair while for her to succumb to sleep, with the new thoughts racing through her mind. But she smiles, for the first time in Moons. She would head to Gridania. She knew of someone who might know what this bow truly was. She sighs quietly, fidgeting with anticipation. She’d made the trip from Coethas to Gridania faster than she’d ever known, and was stood waiting inside the Ebony Stalls, an Elezen with glasses glancing about the frame. He finally stands, and offers it back to her. “Mm... Not the real thing, of course. But i can see why you’d think so” He speaks. She gives him a puzzled look. “Oh...? Why would you say so?” The Elezen again sighs, and smiles. “The craftsmanship is admirable. Such a thing will likely serve you well, young Miss.” He glances away for a brief moment, and nods. “I’ll restring it for you if you like. The upper half will need... A different kind of string.” Bexy smiles at his offer. “Many thanks, Ser. I appreciate it” He merely nods in reply, and sets about his work. She draws the bow, and steadies it. Shroud air fills her lungs, as she narrows her eyes, trailing them across the form of the bow. She fires. The arrow flies from the bowstring, and embeds itself within the tree she aimed at. Not an ilm off its mark. She blinks, almost in slight bemusement as she sets herself down aside the tree. “Twelve... It handles like a dream” She muses, grinning. Her fingertips trace the elegant swirls adorning the instrument, and she absentmindedly plucks at a string. “And so beautiful, too...” She pauses a moment, looking to the trees and sighing. “A replica you may be... But yes... I do think you shall serve me well” She beams. Her fingers trace across a strange engraving, and she glances down. “Larx....?” She speaks, clearly confused, the four letters she did not recognize taking her attention. “Curious...” She sits there for a handful of bells, before finally rising to her feet. A chill sweeps through the air, and she proceeds to continue on her journey, her new bow in tow.

I haven't abused this event enough. Maybe expect more.