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Do whatever you want, but I think it's in your best self-interest to come up with your own name and character concept. You can change your name easily by creating a character on Balmung that has the exact same name as the one you are transferring over, you will be prompted to change the transferred character's name after moving. I highly recommend you take the opportunity to do so.

Definatly need to keep in mind the distinction between RPers that are ok with RP that could be labeled ERP (I say could be because I've had Rakka'li engage with characters despite my being bored with it OOC because he has poor impulse control, though that's not the other RPers fault that I was bored) and people who just want to cybersex with limited context. I will never tire of how amusing that disparity is. Violence, thievery, torture, kidnapping, and even rape-as-backstory is fine and never illicits the same amount of judgement and disgust as ERP. It's fine if you don't want to engage, but try not to be on a highhorse about it.

Players taking IC as OOC is just something that happens in RP scenes. You'll even see it manifest on these very forums in the way people talk about their characters as if they are those characters. For example using personal pronouns when talking in OOC forums about their character (I, my, me) instead of "my character" or [character name]. One aspect you didn't touch on is something that the vast majority of roleplayers mix IC and OOC with all the time; not creating a separate mindset for your character that doesn't look at the world they live in through the player's very modern view For example, most players in this scene takes being able to read for granted. All of us players were raised in a culture where literacy is extremely prevalent and the vast majority of roleplayers port this mindset straight into their character. In Eorzea being able to read and write is a big deal, but despite that most roleplayer's characters have little or no reaction when it comes to light that others are literate, in fact it's more noted in roleplay when someone CAN'T read or write. Why? Because being able to read is just something everyone they know can do in real life, and because many players don't create a separate worldview for their character there is an entire cultural aspect of the lore that is largely left untouched and in fact the reactions to illiterate characters are often completely backward from what they should be; "What, you can't read!?" Another great example of this mixing IC and OOC is traditional Seeker tribe lore. That is so contrary to a modern mindset that many players cannot discuss it without dissolving into a frothing rage. OP seems to have a good handle on identifying the worst offenders when it comes to players who mix IC and OOC, but the truth is the vast majority do it in more subtle ways without even realizing it. It's just something you have to accept is going to happen in the scene while doing your best to navigate it. Though I'm dubious about a raider being a red flag for you thing. I have a pretty solid coil static that clears everything and I am very, very good at separating IC and OOC so either it's just been your bad experience or I'm the exception, either way.

It's hilarious that you consider your character down to earth after writing A Typical Day. It was an entertaining read and if that's what you want with your roleplay, fine. But there is absolutely nothing down to earth about Otto if that story is a typical day in his life. And you stating that your RP is such after ragging on straw-man Miqo rpers so hard takes the cake.

A cultural festival type thing would be cool if there was any significant Keeper lore to include. We'd have to make it up. I mean, aside from "Highly Matriarchal" we have no idea how Keepers work traditionally without deductive reasoning - and that on its own causes a crap ton of debate or outright argument. EDIT: Regardless, I'm all for this event idea as long as it's not presented as something that Miqo'te do universally. Maybe it's just one Seeker tribe and one Keeper clan that did it and now you are attempting to spread the tradition.

I'm not the greatest at taking screenshots, but I really like the expression that the new weapon stances maintain on the faces, so fierce!

Not really a plothole, it's pretty clear that there are more than a few "Warriors of Light".

Huh, maybe I'll actually finish up this relic stuff then. The calculations check out from what I understand about secondary stats. Screw tier IV materia.

Some of the jobs are very difficult to RP in a way that doesn't put off other roleplayers. There's a series of questions that you should ask yourself first: Why do I want my character to "be" a Job? Can all of my RP goals/desires be met /without/ having them become the Job? (the vast majority of the time the answer to this question will be yes, unless the goal itself is the Job) How does my character adopt this Job in a way that doesn't break the lore totally? (this one is hotly debated, some people think using Jobs in RP at all is lore breaking, some think there's wiggle room) Most of the time these questions will lead you to pursuing other avenues of RP that don't involve adopting a Job in character. However, if you can adequately answer these questions and still wish to proceed, then by all means do so. RP is supposed to be fun, and if you need to use Jobs to have fun with it, then find a way to do it. Just understand that there are people who are going to scoff or roll their eyes at your character - don't worry about it. Your RP can't satisfy everyone, and it's nothing personal if it doesn't. In my own case I've been back and forth forever about having Rakka'li eventually become a White Mage. Every time I've seriously considered it I've settled on it not being necessary, so I put it off. It's only now a year after launch that I've come up with a way that it can happen that satisfies me, and the only reason I want to do it is because I never grew tired of RP related to Conjury/Hearing or the Twelveswood. Whatever you do, I strongly recommend /against/ adopting multiple Jobs IC. If I have to explain why you'll likely disagree anyway, so I won't waste the keyboard strokes.

[align=justify]Personal Profile Character Name: Rakka'li Kuhn Gender: Male Race: Keeper of the Moon Miqo'te Domestic Profile Civil Status: Twelveswood Native Place of Residence: Inn-rooms, a private room in the Goblet Occupation: Hearer/Conjurer Free Company: TALE Social Profile http://wiki.ffxiv-roleplayers.com/pages/Rakka%27li_Kuhn [/align]

Rakka'li's life is pretty much tied to the Twelveswood, so I'm all for it. As for linkshells, I think it's a good idea but we shouldn't make it too focused. How many Twelveswood Rpers are Hearers for example? Better to be broad.

Again, I think you are charging too little for your work. I would like a color potrait. I will PM you about it.

Wow. I could have purchased a small had I been awake during the land rush. It would have wiped me out but I could have done it. I guess Rakka'li's Twelveswood cottage will just have to exist in my head indefinitely.

My static recently downed SCoB Turn 4 after two months of non-hardcore practice (including delays replacing members due to static changes and vacations, etc) Normally I wouldn't consider posting a video about it here, but because we were all already tired and close to calling it quits for the night we actually made more mistakes than we usually do (just none of the mistakes that instantly wipe the entire party) and that ended up making the fight way /way/ closer than it should have been, so it ended in a rather epic fashion. Our Dragoon was recording on his PS4 without music enabled, so I set his video to The Black Mages "Dancing Mad" because I <3 that piece. <3 No spoilers in the video other than the identity of the boss, enjoy~ o7UIAMG24Y4

- Shortly after launch Deirdre broke Rakka'li's nose. It healed up fine but ever since then he's taken to rubbing the bridge of his nose habitually. - He dozes off during the day frequently, often in public places. This is more to do with having to be out and about during the daytime as a Keeper than it is a personal quirk though.

A-Towa-Cant traveled a lot, so I think it's alright for Padjal to leave. The Wood likely has interests it needs to defend by reaching /outside/ of itself.

dat profile

Too late to run now, Qhon doesn’t bother trying. She coo’s something to her daughter and eyes me balefully as I walk over, the look on my face must be right fierce, as she actually steps back when I stop in front of her. I can’t say anything, even though I want too, the little one is looking at me. Vibrant purple eyes assessing, she’s not shy at all. Reminds me of myself, makes me feel like my guts just spilled out onto the ground between us. She looks away a moment later, says something in that small-child talk only a mother will understand. Before Qhon can respond a tall Wildwood man is beside her, arm protectively around her. My expression must be something scary. I try to relax my face. It’s impossible to tell how old he is. Elezen live longer than most and he doesn’t look old. His hazel eyes are just short of glaring daggers at me. We’re both wandering who the Hells the other person is. It’s almost funny to me, but I can’t laugh. “Qon”, he butchers her name. It’s Qhon, not Qon, but I try not to focus on that, only Miqo’te can say a name like hers right. Not his fault. “Someone you know?” He asks softly. I hear, I hope this is someone you don’t know. Mayhap I’m just imagining that. I am. Qhon turns and hands over her - our - girl to the Wildwood. She takes to him easily, happily. What she calls him is unmistakable; pa. He’s father to her, even though it’s all wrong and my heart just skipped a beat and burst. The little one’s tail swishes happily, she babbles. “Take her Jeand, I will not be long,” Qhon’s voice is stoic, even. They look at each other a moment, then they share some understanding that only long familiarity can bring. Daughter-I-ain’t-know-about reaches for her as he turns to go. She says something, he says no. She cries. It fades as she moves further away. Funny how it can seem like the world is ending when you’re that small, just because you’re being moved away from your ma for a short time. “Why ain’t ye-” is all I can get out before she cuts me off. “You ain’t need to know,” she replies, curt. “Why fer not?” “Easier for everyone.” The makes me angry again. Easier on who? Was this how it was meant to be? I was a boy when my clan was smote to nothing by the Greenwrath, the Wood set to raging by what was freed from Dalamud. I ain’t get to see how it was supposed to be. My own pa dead before I was old enough to even wonder about him. Am I supposed to provide a seed for the fertile soil and then set off? Was I the wrong one here? Old pains. I almost cry right there, but I’m a man now, not the screaming boy what wailed at the loss with his twin for hours. I swallow hard. “She’s beautiful,” is what I choose to say. It takes Qhon by surprise, her stoic mean-mask falls off, one very near to guilt replaces it. “Mm, she is and we love her.” We. Her and Jeand, the Wildwood. “You’re married,” see, I’m not so dumb. I can sum two things together to see the whole. She nods, expressionless again. “Five years.” Her ears are quirked on guard, tail anxious. Mine are the same. Our kind is easy to read, even though her face is placid her body betrays her. Five years? But the morning we shared fell definitely within her marriage. It baffles me a moment. Most married folk ain’t keen on sharing. So that’s why I ain’t ever see her after, why she stumbled upon me in the Wood and were so quick to get to bed, why she ain’t want to talk much during or after. Just before, to see what sort of man I was. Though I was barely a man when it happened. I suck in a breath to ask, and she cuts me off, guessing rightly about what I’m about to say. “We tried on our own, it just ain’t meant to be. He were born seedless, or the Gods ain’t see to bless our union. Who knows.” I frown, but I’m not sure why. So that were it, I was a stud. It occurred to me I was like to have a kitten or two about, but considering the abstraction and seeing the reality ain’t the same. I saw her for moments and already I loved her. There was that sick feeling again. “What’s ‘er name?” Qhon frowns, brow knitting, deciding. She doesn’t want to tell me. If I know that’s less distance, makes her even more real to me, not that I could see her as less than real. Sorry Qhon, I just saw her and I’m in too deep already. Can’t muck it up any more than we already have. She seems to come to the same conclusion, “Nia,” she says finally, voice low, like it’s a secret. “Nia”, I repeat, testing it. Sounds wonderful. “Please just go,” Qhon says, voice taking on a hard edge, “we’re happy. She’s happy. I’m sorry to not have told you, but I were thinking of Jeand and mine’s happiness. You weren’t supposed to find out.” I turn away, looking for Nia, she’s some distance away, and done crying. Jeand’s got her busy with what looks like a little toy. My eyes are sharp but I can’t tell what it is from this far. They look happy, though Jeand has got an eye on me. I think he’s figured it out. Had a lover once I was right fond of, she had a bad heart. Kaahi was her name. She was brown too, like Qhon. Told me all about how she was raised by a kind Elezen man, how much she missed him after he was gone. She’d tell me stories about how she grew up as we lay together after lovemaking. Things weren’t always perfect between us, but it hurt a lot after her heart finally gave up on her. She knew it were coming, asked me to bury her next to her Elezen father when the time came. One of the hardest things I’ve ever had to do. Nia would have a better life with Qhon and Jeand. His clothes marked him for a man that wasn’t poor, and though he looked at me sternly he had nothing but softness in his gaze for Nia. It was painful to watch. Bet the arsehole could read too. What was my being around worth next to something like that? True, I’m a Hearer, and not a bad one. But that meant being far afield betimes, and the money were never as good as what a man dresses as he does might have. I hadn’t noticed in my shock, but Nia was wearing finery herself, an adorable Miqo’te Doll-Girl. All that and they loved each other too. Nothing could come from poor, dumb Rakka’li but confusion. Too clear to me, crystal. I blink rapid-like as I look back to Qhon. Dirt in my eyes. Qhon’s got the barest hint of sympathy on her face. She really was sorry for it, even if she were prepared to double-down on how mean she’d need to be. I swallowed again. There’d be no need, I’m not that dumb. “I’m glad I know,” I say, even though my mouth feels like I’ve been dining on ash. She looks doubtful, so I press on, “I won’t get in yer way ‘er nothin’, but if there’s anythin’ ye need d-” “We won’t,” ouch, did she have to be so short about it? “-even so, if there’s anythin’ ye need. M’ a Conjurer true an-” “There’s other Conjurers about.” I grit my teeth. She’s right of course, I’m reaching for wet twigs and trying to build a fire with it. Could I blame her? She used me to get everything she wanted, and I never spared that morning a second thought until today, was I any better? In for an onze, in for a ponze. She’d be stupid to not stay mean enough to keep it as it was. “Rakka’li,” oh, she did remember my name, somehow that makes me feel slightly better, “don’t feel like you’re responsible. It was my doing, the lot of it. You’ve grown into an adventurer anyroad.” An adventurer? Is that what I was? I suppose it was half true. In my mind I’m just me, but I’ve had my share of adventures ain’t I? Still, seems like a bad fit. “Good bye,” she says, in a way that means ‘don’t talk to me again’. I struggle to say something else, my ears flattening in a way that says I’m really, really unhappy, she notes them silently, but says nothing more, only sparing me a mournful look before hurrying after her husband and Nia. I watch them go, eyes fixed on the spot where they finally vanish from sight completely. Jeand shoots me one look before he’s gone, it’s not friendly. Ain’t this what I wanted? To fuck as I please and forget about it? Slake my pleasure and get gone. I already know I’m lying to myself, it’s a bitter truth. Most truths are. Truth is I’m a sad sort, though I grin a lot. Mayhap grin too much. I think of my twin Rakka’sae, and how far he is, I wonder if he’s safe. I can’t keep no one in my life no more, Kaahi died, and Lhei left me for her clan-home. Who could think to blame her? Only folk that seek me out are looking to fuck or have a problem with Elementals, and Elementals ain’t really count as folk. All I can think of is Nia looking at me, curious for a moment, fearless. Eyes all the same as mine. I stand there so long that a passing Lalafell, a friendly one, tugs on my robe and asks me if I’m alright. I lie and tell her I’m fine. She frowns at me, so I turn tail and set off.

If there were only one thing about me that drew a gaze, it was like to be the tone of my skin and eyes. I’m dark, a Shroud Shade as my mother used to call me, both fondly and not so fondly. She was dark too, but not nearly so. If there were only two things that drew eyes to me, it would be my tones and that I’m a Miqo’te man, but truth is there’s plenty of us about Eorzea now. People say you never saw us before Menphina’s Hound came and set the world to blazing. Mayhap that’s what all the fuss was really about. Ridiculous to think, I know. Mind’s wandering though, I was on about what draws attention to me, and right now I’m thinking it’s my eyes. Purple. I like my eyes most, good number of my sisters are colored the same way, or were. The woman what stands before me must like them too, she’s sort of gawking. Either because she finds me fetching or because I have something on my face. I prefer to think it’s the former. She’s a midlander girl, mayhap my age or something older, with bright brown eyes and a face you wouldn’t mind to be close to. I tell her again what I’m here for; willow bark, belladonna, things for my work. I’m not a true botanist, but being a good Hearer and steward of the Wood means having certain things on hand for the folk what inhabit it. I grin when I’m done, in a way that shows off my fangs. She looks down, realizing she’d been staring, and gets back on task. Nearly a thousand gil for the lot of it. It’s an amount I would have been outraged to spend a few years ago, but it seems the more you have the more you have to spend. Funny that. I pay her, smile, a murmured thanks, then I’m gone. That’s the best way to leave them, before they figure you out, before they know if they really like you or just want a longer look, before they can decide what you’re worth to them. It’s the mystery about you what drives them mad, and they hate unsettled mysteries. Only when I’m out of sight do I finally open my satchel and set what I bought inside. Around me the bustle of the stalls presses on. I like Gridania more than the other cities. Less folk, more room to breathe. No stink of rotting fish and stale whoring like in Limsa Lominsa, or unwashed-poverty and sickening-wealth fighting for the same space like you smell in Ul’dah. Never could figure out how other Miqo’te stand to live there. Mayhap they just got used to it, I never did. I’m ready to head home when I see her. A Keeper, not too rare a sight, but I recognize her as she turns and spots me. Qhon. She’s got a brown tone to her, though not dark, like coffee with plenty of cream in it. Golden eyes, wide. Shorter tail than most, though the fur what covers it a fluffy soft-black - same as the fluffy short hair what graces her head. It’s been nearly three years since I saw her last, but you don’t forget a good morning of lovemaking so easy, or who it was with. She pauses, recognizing me, then turns and walks out of the market. Not the reaction I was expecting. Did I leave her angry at me? No, I didn’t leave her at all, I just never saw her again after our encounter. Shame. I follow, angry suddenly. Mayhap it was my own fault for doing something I forgot, but I ain’t remember us parting in anger, and it makes me angry. At least wave to me. Qhon’s in an awful hurry, almost like she’s running away. It’s surprising, I’ve run into old lovers before, and I’ve never seen them try to run so quick-like. In fact most are kind enough. The way she’s moving is making me wonder, did I do something? Did we fight? No, nothing like that. I suppose I also hate unsettled mysteries. She’s set on me not catching up. I’m not set to run after her, if she wants so terribly not to speak to me then I’d be wrong to force it on her. I slow as we near Mih Khetto’s amphitheater, giving up, and that’s when I see her. A spindly thing, two or three at most. She’s skinny in that way small children are without being unhealthy. Slate-grey skin and soft black hair, but her eyes are a vibrant purple. They’re mine. She’s mine. It hits me like the Ixal what stabbed me as a boy, and I almost stagger the same way. The girl runs right up to Qhon smiling, fanged baby-teeth glinting a perfect white, arms raised like she expects to be scooped up. She is. Qhon and I meet gazes again over the little girl’s - my little girl’s - shoulder. In that moment there’s no hiding it. She knows, I know, and the look on her face tells the rest of the story; “I didn’t want you to know about her”.

As for "who would win", it's difficult to consider Gridania as easily as the other two nations. It is literally a theocracy that's "religion" is really /real/, the other two nations are not built on a magical superpower. Being smote by the Elementals is a real danger, not an abstraction, and Gridania's existence is so tied to the Wood that they're really the same thing at this point. So attempting to destroy Gridania is the same as attempting to destroy the Wood. If we're reducing the argument to "which side can obliterate the other", then the way to beat Gridania is by convincing the Wood that it doesn't want it anymore (which may be impossible without just destroying the Wood entirely). This would be a very difficult thing to do, and maybe impossible, the Wood is huge, much larger than what is depicted in game. The Calamity was able to burn some of it, and I doubt whatever fires Ul'dah or Limsa tried to set compares to Bahamut's fury. So Gridania may be impossible to destroy without Gridanian resistance, and with the Gridanians working to thwart your efforts it's definitely impossible without leveraging something like Allagan super-weapons. But it also cant really destroy anyone else, so it can't "win" either. Gridania is only interested in external threats. They're largely self-sufficient and don't really even need trade to sustain themselves, because of that their military is structured mostly for defensive purposes. I can't see the might of Gridania being able to destroy Ul'dah or Limsa Lominsa. Ul'dah or Limsa Lominsa could destroy /each other/, and then be in a stalemate with Gridania, but that's where it'd pretty much stop.

They would destroy Gridania, withdraw their bond from the Padjal, and kill anyone that tried to remain. The Shroud from 1.0 was probably strong enough to do this without destroying itself. Hell, even wandering the Wood without approval was dangerous as the opening cut-scene for Gridanian characters in 1.0 demonstrated. 0xnhhJisWNs The Shroud post Calamity? I'm not so sure it could do that without nearly destroying itself and leaving it vulnerable to the Garleans. What lies beneath the Evershade could level the entire forest in its rage - but that would not be a good thing for the Wood. I'm not sure the Elementals would ever come to such a decision, although they think in such an alien way compared to mortals, they understand that they also /need/ Gridania. They need the mortals to solve the mortal problems that will inevitably come to their door regardless of Gridania's presence.

I don't recall him ever flat out stating this, but anyway... SWEET VINDICATION AT LAST. Edit: This was a big deal for me as I got into some heated discussions back around launch about how being able to read in Eorzea should be considered a BIG DEAL that was largely ignored or written off. All that time spent with an illiterate character that is in awe of people that can read feels so worth it now, even if it seemed like NO BIG DEAL to most everyone else.

It's already been said, but you don't want to RP with people who meta and react to your nameplate anyway. Think of it as a bad roleplayer filter. Unfortunately you are going to be judged by otherwise decent RPers for it as it's extremely popular to hate on seeker tribal traditions OOC or have a "progressive" female miqo'te that hates/rejects her own traditions (not to imply that having that character is wrong but it is actually far more common to find in RP than the alleged epidemic of bad nunh roleplayers). Unless you really want to use the Nunh aspect for your RP (lol good luck with that) I would change, as the OOC delicate western sensibilities regarding this part of the lore are going to be a real hurdle.

I don't see how they can be shitty about B marks anymore. They respawn in five seconds and give no reward other than fulfill the requirement for elite marks. Additionally players will be assigned different mark targets. It was really the best way to fix hunts while still maintaining the frantic competition of trying to get credit for an A rank. The crappy behavior came from the way too good rewards for farming B rank. Without that reward there's zero incentive to continue.

Whoops, messed up my chart. Good catch.