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I feel like this was really constructive. I don't know you, Tiergan, but have some rep for a kind and diplomatic reply that applies beyond this thread alone. I follow a very similar system and it keeps me focused on the people who make me remember why I love this game so much. I might add that in time, the sting of being ostracized will fade and you can entertain notions of some intriguing nemesis rp!

I am sad to see this. I had a really good time doing random RP with your character the other night. It's unfortunate that I'm wrapped up into a million things (multiple story lines and a turtle's pace march to level 50) or I'd be more involved. I hope that my unavailability isn't a contributing factor; you're nice

Oh I love gulyas and gulyasleves! So easy to make and so tasty!

I'll be sure to keep an eye out! Looking forward to it

Ha! Sounds a lot like Ameline. They should meet! Where/when does A'zireena tend to fumble about?

Cool ambient light in Central Shroud! Also. . . /agree

Welcome to Balmung! Sounds like you will be an interesting addition to the community:bouncy: If you have any questions or need any help, feel free to drop me a message in game or here on the forums! Best of luck to you!

/wave - Hey there! Welcome to the community! You've probably already heard this from someone else, but Balmung is usually wide open in the early hours (~6AM CST). Once you get started on Balmung, don't hesitate to ask for help! I know the feeling of being lost in a weird new game :lol: Also, from the look of your avatar - I should welcome you to Club Elezen. You have chosen wisely.

Ameline may talk fancy from time to time but she's common-born too! If Brave is ever in need giraffe friends, look no further!

I think the white looks snazzy and official! I say white!

Hi there! As a relative newcomer myself, I can suggest that you not feel bashful about asking questions! This game is bizarrely complicated and there are some really experienced folks out there! Regardless, welcome to the community! If there's anything I can do to help, do let me know!

I know exactly what you mean! If I can think think of some good combinations, I'll let you know!

I have but one simple teeny tiny little wish: A plain long skirt or some sort of formal dress. I am tired of Ameline looking like a peasant or a prostitute and the sanely priced gear doesn't offer anything inbetween those two extremes Thanks for starting this thread in general! Awesome idea! If there's anything I can help with, I'll butt in!

Vignette 2: To Break Another Deep within the porous cavern systems of the Twelveswood, a battlefield grew tranquil and almost seemed to disappear. At a remote mouth of the labrynth, a lone lance stood plunged into the damp clay, swaying in the breeze stirred by a nearby cascading waterfall. A few yalms away, Ameline laid motionless on her back, staring up toward the source of the falls as she blinked idly. Her breathing was erratic; every few seconds, she gasped softly and grew a bit paler. She reflected on the events of her bout: A duel to the death with Miette Pellicier in Elezen tradition – ceremonial hunting knives only. The fight itself seemed to endure for an eternity in the moment, but as she reflected, she realized it could not have lasted more than a few fleeting minutes. For all of her posturing on compassion, she had instigated the duel and even backhanded the noble. She thought fondly of the strikes, hypocrisy be damned. Ameline clenched a fist and could almost feel the deep vibrations of kinetic energy in the slender bones of her hand from the moment when it connected with Miette’s cheek. She let her hand go limp as she felt another pang of pain crash over her. Her lips seemed to be drying out even in the humid cavern environment. As she gasped for breath again, she remembered the fury she felt as Miette jettisoned a powerful Elezen knee into her midsection. She rolled her mail up to expose her bare midriff and leaned up a bit, wincing sharply as she examined the area that was targeted. It was already showing signs of deep tissue bruising. She let out a labored chuckle as she contemplated her reaction to Miette’s attack to her stomach. She remembered her deceptive retaliation with a sense of pride: She feigned serious injury from the jutting knee, doubling over. While she was reeling from the attack, she planted her hunting knife through Miette’s boot – shearing clear through the leather, flesh, and into the earth underneath. It had immobilized Miette, a sound tactic in theory, but it didn’t end the way she thought it would. Ameline finally began grasping at the earth with her hands and shuffling her prone frame toward the cavern wall with her boots. She labored for a moment, but finally propped herself up. She untied the first few strands on the collar of her mail tunic and slipped her bare shoulder out from its protection. The armor peeled from her in a painful sensation exposing three intersecting deep lacerations a mere few ilms from where Miette had placed an arrow through her in their last encounter. She put a hand to her face, unable to escape the pain as the memory of Miette’s knife wildly stabbing her shoulder came back to her. She could still feel the force of Miette’s slender hand bearing down on her shoulder as Ameline thrust her own knife deeper into Miette’s foot. She could have succumbed to the pain, or finished the clearly cornered and frenzied woman. In the end, she chose the latter. The victor considered her technique in grabbing Miette’s hand and garroting her with the other. She simply couldn’t finish the deed. She couldn’t strangle a noble of her native kingdom, let alone the sister of her suitor. As she remembered looking on her bested foe after releasing her, she noticed the image of the usually haughty Miette displaying a tender vulnerability as she sobbed. Her words stuck with Ameline, “I don’t want to hurt you - If I fail, they will kill me.” She snapped back to the present, scoffing as the crimson streamed from the lacerations in her shoulder. “Why? Why did I let her go? No matter. It will not be long now, I suspect.” She thought to herself. Slowly, her vision began to fade in a shallow, rhythmic pulse. She slumped from her upright perch, sprawled on the gritty earth of the cavern. Just as she began to feel herself slipping away, a voice called out from afar: “Is anyone alive down there?!” She couldn’t muster the strength to reply; just a hope that they would find her while her body was still warm. Suddenly, she felt the tickling sensation in her spine from the Aether: “Are you there Captain? I did my best.” She thought as a few gentle sounds escaped her mouth. She closed her blurry eyes and felt a deep tranquility as hollow voices around her rang out. "Is she dead?" The voice from before echoed. A different voice replied, "No, but she's lost a lot of blood. Summon the healers, this one will need them."

I admit to some jelly. Ameline could not pull it off, but Faye looks perrrrty with the white hair!

Ameline can be examined through soft pastel colors. Colors like coral and peach show her connection to life, humanity (a relative term in a fantasy setting), and affection. Earthy tones like gray, brown/sepia show a side of her that stays grounded and constant through hardship or unforgiving circumstances. Not one to run off for revenge or to hurt others, but not one to back down from adversity either. EDIT: In fact, just by looking at the avatar over here <------- you can see most of the choices in her color palette.

Nice to meet you! Although I'm leveling my character as a dragoon, she isn't one ICly. At any rate, interesting character concept! *Ishgard hi5* As far as a good general RP LS, you could do a lot worse than Friends of Momodi. It's just an OOC LS for finding some RP. There are good folks in there. I am not the owner of it, but I do have the ability to invite - if you're interested, send me a PM or find me in game! Good luck out there! Hope to RP with you!

Welcome! If you ever see my character around, don't hesitate to come up! Look forward to seeing you around

New video card, new SweetFX presets, new hair: Desert Fight I Desert Fight II Desert Fight III I like the beach, k? EDIT: Seems there is some quality loss at the hosting level. Oh well, still looks cool.

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[The following posts in this thread will be brief vignettes of Ameline in her travels.] Vignette I: Alone The gentle sounds of deep sleep echoed throughout the halls of the Desert Jewel house in a tranquil euphony. A deep bass-laden breathing resonated from the private chamber above, while a light and restful breathing weaved a rhythm from the basement. Candles flickered from sconces on the walls casting sprightly, jubilant shadows throughout the basement staircase where a restless Ameline sat, chin in hand. She leaned her head back against the intertwined wood and stone makeup of the wall, wrapping her arms around her shins. From her perch on the stairwell, she had a clear view of Rienette who slumbered on a cot below. She shifted her eyes to look on the woman curiously. Another guest; another temporary soul in transit to somewhere else. The somber Ameline allowed a forlorn sigh to escape her chest and reached into her satchel for a small parcel wrapped in linen. The night was young; only two bells had passed since her host, Iron Sea, and fellow wayward Elezen had retired for the evening. As she held the parcel in her hands, she closed her eyes for a moment and thought on her many broken promises and the religious platitudes she had been handing out lately to anyone willing to listen. She wasn’t even sure she believed herself anymore. While she fixed her eyes on the shadows dancing on the staircase wall opposite of her, her hands began to gently unwrap the linen to expose a rough leather-bound journal and a small gilded charcoal container. She set the charcoal aside for the time being; she would want no record for posterity on this low moment. Instead, she began to flip through the pages; some contained rough sketches of the faces of men and women she had met in her journeys while others contained unsent missives too tender for another’s eyes to lay upon them. A gentle smile tugged at the corners of her mouth as she flipped to one of the first remaining entries in the journal. A charcoal scrawl depicted a stern-faced Elezen man in Ishgardian military garb sitting against the ruins of a cottage, lance draped across his shoulders. She smiled warmly as she looked on the drawing and exhaled lightly before turning the page. A smeared charcoal annotation in her handwriting read, “. . .Captain Vallerin Urleaux fell today in the final defense of the hamlet. Should the Twelve truly care for us, let him find peace at their side.” Her hands went limp as the journal tumbled from her trembling grasp, pages springing free from the worn binding and fluttering to a rest in the basement. Her emotions stirred strongly; shame, abandonment, loneliness, and loss crippling her. She curled into herself and closed her eyes, finally feeling the weight of a day’s journey pressing down on her. As she began to drift off to sleep balled up in the stairwell, she dwelled on the recent words of a fellow countryman: “For a deserter to redeem herself – that would be one for the history books.”

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*stares* When was this?! Shoulda totally arrange a bonfire or a beach party or something. Prepare thy swimwear, sir. Beach party sounds awesome! Let's do this!

MAXIMUM ANGST, CAPTAIN! Big game hunting, part I Big game hunting, part II Love kills

True story.