Duplicitous Dame

Welcome back! I don't know you, or any of the stuff that happened, but it's always nice to hear when someone of our community is feeling better! If I see you around I'll drive by /poke or /wave.

*barrels into the thread and flails wildly* I HEARD DRINKING! No, but seriously, Nahare loves her rum and whiskey . And she does have a fondness for collecting and/or selling shiny trinkets lol. There's a link to her wiki in my signature, and if you're interested, lemme know .

*peers in* Hellooooo~ Welcome to the community! I really enjoyed your post, very thought out and well-written . I also play a Miqo'te, Nahare Mergrey. She's a Chaotic Neutral mercenary, with skills as a machinist and pugilist. Limsan gal, rough and tumble, likes to cause trouble or finish it. There's a link to her wiki in my signature. If you think Lain would get along with her, lemme know!

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Ah, naming. A joy as well as a curse. I like to call it the bane of my existence because I can take *forever* naming a character sometimes. Nahare is my main character. She's a Miqo'te, so her full tribal name is X'nahare Rahz. Her heritage is from the Lynx tribe, and I liked the way Nahare sounded, so it stuck. It's pronounced "na-hah-ray." However, she hates Seeker tradition and only introduces herself as Nahare. She did recently become married, so her name is now Nahare Mergrey. As for my Elezen, he's Lucien Chevalier. Lucien means "light" and he's my Chaotic Good character. Chevalier means "knight" or "chivalrous man." My third character is Y'tahli Ashake, a tribal Seeker. She hails from the Jaguar tribe, and again, I liked the way Tahli sounded, so I chose it. Really, I adhered to the naming conventions for all of my characters with the exception of Nahare. That woman likes to buck tradition and go against the grain as much as possible. Sometimes I can be silly with my names, but I save that for when I'm not roleplaying. Roleplaying will always have serious names for me.

Holy shite these sketches are amazing! I'd love to commission you! I'll be sending you a PM soon .

Hi hi . Welcome to the community!

I've been obsessed with the series since it first came out. I own all the games and books, and even participated in the B.Net forums up until they went down. Oh, nostalgia. I definitely bought Halo 5 and I've been throwing a lot of my time into it. Damn it's such a good game. I love it.

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Updated. Changes to: Primary Character, Views on IC Romance, and Alts.

I have to echo this. While I do not agree with the word "selfish" being used, I do believe discussion of that particular sentiment should be kept to private messages. This is a subject that can get real ugly, real quick, and is something very much personal. I would hate to see this thread derailed and summarily locked when a good intent is trying to be had here. However, back on subject, my condolences to you and yours, Xydane. Losing someone, whether you were close to them or not, is never easy. I hope those who are experiencing grief at the moment are able to find comfort in those around them. I'll be sending good thoughts and energy their way.

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Was goofing off with Ki OOCly a few days ago. The posing looked cool so I snapped a screenie . The Owlet staring dead at the camera makes me giggle. Those huge eyes man.

YAAAAAAY! Glad to see you on here now, Sazi! -tacklehugs- Moustache Senpai is most happy.

Nahare is 25 years old. She'll be 26 this December, actually. My alt, Lucien, is 30 years old. Usually I prefer my characters to have a sort of middle ground when it comes to age, although I *have* roleplayed teenagers before. I guess it also mostly depends on what kind of personality type I'm trying for and then pairing the age with it so the maturity level makes sense (then again maturity and age doesn't always go hand-in-hand, but you know what I mean).

[align=center]Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick.[/align] That infernal, insufferable clock ticking over and over and over the linkpearl. Caused by the same infernal, insufferable little shite out of his warped sense of kindness. Ki had been missing for over a week now. The first night he didn't return home she thought nothing of it, as he had been known to become occupied with other work. It was the second night he didn't return home, and without having so much as uttered a single word, was when worry began to creep its way into Nahare's mind. Desperately she called her mate's name, only to be met with nothing but silence in response. Eventually a voice rang out to her, but it didn't belong to Ki. No. This voice was soft, careful with their words, and held the slightest air of amusement in regards to tone. Jin'li Epinoch had come upon Ki's personal linkpearl with Nahare and took great joy in communicating with her over it. "Pardon me, did this one hear correctly you were attempting to reach a Ki?", began their proverbial game of cat and mouse. This time, however, he was the predator and she the prey. Nahare didn't appreciate having the tables turned around on her. "Who tha feck are ye an' why do ye 'ave Ki's pearrrl?", was her counter. Already from the beginning Jin'li put her on edge and growling low in her throat. "It would appear that he sounds very dear to you? Well, to avoid being ever so rude, this one obtained the pearl after stumbling upon a battered Mister Ki in Limsa. So, to whom does this one have the pleasure of addressing, and perhaps, you can also explain your relationship?" So, Ki was injured and being held hostage, a statement Jin'li had uttered casually whilst sipping upon tea. How grievous were his wounds? Had he received any kind of medical attention at all? But most of all, where was he? "Ye'll aftah excuse me trrransgressions, Mistah Epinoch. I dun take kindly ta things bein' stolen from Ki. Now tell me where 'e is so I may retrrrieve 'im!" Nahare wasn't known for her patience, or tact. Especially when it came to someone with ill intentions against her loved ones. She refused to answer his question at first, attempting to see just how hard she could squeeze for information before having to divulge any of her own. "Mister Grimsong is out of your reach and no longer in my possession, but within another's. As such, you will have to deal with them instead. Was that comprehended, my lady?" Oh, it was comprehended alright. Nahare wanted nothing more than to find a means to reach her hands across their connection and encircle them around Jin'li's throat. Smug bastard. "I can comprehend ye jus' fine, ye smart arse! If'n ye dun 'ave ye 'ands on Ki, then who does!?" Anger quickly mingled with her words, the level of her patience ever waning. "Please forgive me, Lady Unknown. But this one doesn't feel very compelled to cooperate, not without wondering what you gain for such a trade of information." Jin'li maintained his calm, near nonchalant facade. The sound of tea being partaken of had now been accompanied by the chewing of a muffin. At least someone seemed content enough to eat, because it most certainly wasn't her. "Me name's Nahare, an ye assumptions on Mistah Grimsong bein' very dear ta me were correct. Does that suffice 'nough ferrr ye?" He had barely twisted her arm and she already caved. Then again, if Ki was injured, she didn't exactly have the time to play games. Minutes wasted could have been minutes put forth into rescuing him. A sour feeling rumbled through her stomach at her admittance. She didn't want to say too much, either. Her ears wilted themselves against her head. "Is this one to assume that, perhaps, you two have become intimate? Oh, how interesting..." Twelves dammit. A sharp shudder jolted itself down her spine. He'd continue, "This little bit of information does, indeed, garner a satisfactory exchange of information. However, this one shall press further. Might you inform me if you have access to one Mister Melkire?" Nahare rolled her eyes, silently mocking and mouthing Jin'li's words back to him as he spoke. Insufferable. Little. Shite. "I may 'o may not know Mistah Melkire. Ta what purpose do ye 'ave with 'im be the bettah question." By this point she'd defaulted into her pacing routine, with golden hues darting around the room and fists clenched at her sides. "This one would like you to inform the sergeant that he and I should meet, though you may certainly join him. However, no one else. I can discuss something that Mister Melkire might find /very/ desirable to know, as well as the location of your mate." She felt like she was finally getting somewhere, but now it involved convincing Osric to play in this little game. A deep sigh escaped her lips. "Hn. I'll pass on ye message ta Mistah Melkire at me next opportunity. Though /where/ fer us ta meet ye is anotha question." There was a long pause as Jin'li mulled over his next response. More tea being sipped, more of the muffin being eaten. A knife scraping as jam was spread across a piece of toast. Nahare rubbed her hands over her face, the end of her tail swaying sharply to and fro behind her. The moment of silence was driving her mad. "Oh, let us say, Fallgourd Float. Once you arrive, further instructions will be given via this linkpearl to prevent... unwanted guests. Does this seem acceptable?" No, it didn't. In fact, none of it was acceptable. But she had no choice but to sing and dance to his tune for the time being. "Ye conditions 'ave been noted. I'll be in touch..." She felt defeated, kicked while she was down, once more a marionette doll. "For your dear one's sake, I'd advise you not delay. Should you take too long, Mister Grimsong might very well pass from beneath my realm of influence. This one did leave him... purposefully placed. T'was a pleasure to speak with you, Lady Nahare. This one does look forward to seeing you in person." For the next few nights she would achieve little to no sleep. The woman was running on fumes with high stress and anxiety surging through her veins. Thankfully, she was able to pin down Osric and convey to him what was said, as well as what was at stake. Unfortunately, him being currently detained in Thanalan posed a problem. He couldn't leave, and she absolutely needed him to go with her. The only other options Osric presented to her were: Take Kanaria in his stead, or they implemented the use of a body double. One of their loved ones was up shite's creek without a paddle to begin with, so taking Kanaria was out of the question. Instead, both of them agreed upon the use of a double, which would stay behind whilst the real Osric accompanied her. No sooner had Nahare thought herself free of Jin'li's banter did he return, and with a clock. He was so kind in reminding her that he was still waiting for both of them to make their appearance. The clock was wound and the pearl was filled with loud, monotonous ticking. "Should you delay any longer, one would advise you'd be better off building a coffin for Mister Grimsong. This one has provided you with a timer. As soon as the ticking has stopped, you'll know you're too late." She was damned if she did and damned if she didn't. On one hand she couldn't turn the pearl off, lest Jin'li tried talking to her further and now she had some sort of indicator on Ki's condition. But on the other hand, the continuous ticking would prod at her already shot nerves. The seemingly lesser of the two evils was chosen, the pearl remained on. [align=center]Tick. Tick. Tick. 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[align=center]"For we deal with the most heinous trade of them all. Blood."[/align] Julius' statement had a nasty habit of ringing like a death knell over and over in her mind. A deep scowl etched itself across her features as she paced Mikh'a's office. At Ki's request, she had been granted refuge alongside him within the Dauntless household. Much had transpired over the past few moons and there was still more to do. The end of her tail flickered sharply, mimicking the ire on her face, as a multitude of thoughts and visions tumbled themselves through Nahare's mind. Part of her was surprised she hadn't imbed a permanent trail in the floorboards. She paused for a moment, the faintest of smirks toying with the corners of her mouth at the notion. Bright golden hues drifted toward the bottle of pineapple juice on the desk, her smirk widening into a fang filled grin. Slender fingers snatched the bottle and brought it to her lips. She downed a good portion of its contents with relative ease, almost as if she were chugging her favorite spiced rum. Her penchant for juice was one of the few things keeping her nerves steady. Then again, she was counting the days until Osric started hollering at her for continuously swiping their much beloved beverage and she'd either have to reel back on it or proceed to ruthlessly destroy some other flavor. With the bottle in hand, Nahare finally settled herself down into the chair by the fireplace. "Focus." She inwardly reprimanded herself. The flames danced brightly with small embers sparking and popping every so often. Tendrils of warmth curled out to embrace her and the fur on her ears lightly stood on end as the heat caressed them. She inhaled deeply through her nose, holding the air in her lungs for a count of three before exhaling softly. Her fluffy maroon tail curled itself about her waist, one of her claws idly tapping against the bottle now. Nahare tucked her legs beneath her and propped her forehead against the palm of her free hand. She wished she could recount her journey in the form of writing, but the risk of someone with ill or too curious intent finding the tome and reading it was too great. Or maybe it was just her ever increasing paranoia. Alas, Nahare was trapped within the confines of her mind, forced to reflect on and memorize situations internally as a means to process and ingrain within herself just what in the seven bloody hells was going on. Sure, she had a select few people that she could bitch and moan to, but that required getting them to stop for more than five minutes and they were just as stressed out. Her lips pursed into a tight, thin line. For a split second she had hoped that if she thought on everything hard enough that it would all just poof into nothingness. Hahaha... haha... hah. It didn't work like that. Nor would it ever. "Adin. Jin'li. Tengri." Nahare muttered the names with a tone of utter contempt. Those names were of three very dangerous men and each one was marked for death. At least in her eyes they were and she knew her mate, Ki, wanted to see them dead, too. She was well aware of the shenanigans two of them had caused and now continued to do so. Ki had gotten himself wrapped up in a job assigned by Tengri, only for both them to find out later on that Adin and Jin'li were extra links in the grand chain of things. Good 'ol Osric was the one to break that joyous bit of news. Just how much of a hand Adin and Jin'li had in this remained to be seen. The icing on the cake included Osric being very much roped into this web, and as far as she could potentially assume, Mikh'a had been briefed or would find out soon enough. Her sister Nataru, Memith, and Julius were amongst the list of allies able to be called upon. Nahare slowly shook her head. There were too many involved playing a double game. On the same token, she wondered if they were going to need as many people as they could get their hands on when it came time to confront their quarry. While they supplied Tengri with weapons they were also desperately digging up every little bit of information they could to use against him. Something wasn't right and not a damned thing added up concerning this man and those he associated with. Nahare heaved a long, drawn out sigh as she mulled over the names of four other high risk, high value targets that were to be pursued. Folks that were presumed dead but rumored to be walking the earth once more. "Why can't the dead stay that way?", was a another statement, this one made by Ki, that also made repeat runs through her mind. One of the four, or rather someone who knew of the person in question, was found and interrogated. She wrinkled her nose. In the back of her mind she had a feeling this man would need to be pinned down for a second time given that she had assumptions he wasn't entirely truthful. The way he spoke and the smirk upon his lips at certain questions felt out of place. Still, she had garnered quite a bit of intel and it was nothing to scoff at. That left three to be dealt with while they maintained their facade. Time was of the essence and it had to be spent wisely. In a sense, she was high risk, high value herself. Her hand fell from her forehead to rest upon her belly with another sigh. Not only was Mikh'a Ki's apprentice, he was a self-proclaimed doctor, and she was thankful to have his expertise to call upon as it would be needed in the coming months. Her movements within the field were restricted now and it frustrated her to no end. She wasn't one to lurk in the shadows because by the Twelve she had to be right there in the thick of things! Nahare grit her teeth and a low growl rumbled in her throat. Despite the severe consequences, she had already made up her mind to get as close as possible and help in any way she could. Like hells was she going to be forced to stay idle. If anything, she'd likely need to be tied, gagged, and locked in Mikh'a's office with the door boarded to ensure she stay put. Too much was at stake. A deranged smile plastered itself across her face as she imagined curling her fingers around Tengri's neck and watching the light fade from his eyes as he bled out. His pain, along with Adin's and Jin'li's, would be her sick pleasure. If her hands weren't stained crimson by the time this was over then she didn't do her job right, or she was dead. Nahare downed the last of the pineapple juice and set the bottle on the floor. She rolled her neck in a long, slow circle, her joints releasing one loud pop after another. However, she was brought out of her reverie by a knock on the door. Sazi's voice rang out on the other side as she had come to check on her. With a grunt, she hoisted herself from the chair to answer the door, forcing a smile so as to not worry the little Lalafell.

Lucien got himself some new gear (rp outfit) today

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