Arlon

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Just a quick image reference for the notes, taken from the official FFXIV site:

Uruvion, a duskwight Elezen, was stirred from his sleep, like waking from a nightmare, or simply an uneasy feeling. It took a while for the feeling to fade and to regain his thoughts. Looking out of the second story window of the room that he was renting in Limsa, he could see crowds gathering at the gate, though he couldn't see what it was. He walked over to the chair, where the robe of a white mage had been draped and quickly put it on before heading down to the streets of the port city. His shoulder length silvery blue hair was hanging in his face as he walked towards the crowd. He made a quick detour into the "Coffin and Coffer" for a few drinks before he would go to see what the fuss was all about. This one of of the places that he could safely enter without anyone trying to take his head. He still felt the pull of magical energy, but he was ignoring it for now. After about an hour, he emerged from the tavern, his breath smelling of whiskey. He was carrying an empty shot glass, which he would periodically take sips of, not realizing that it was empty. He stumbled over to the adventurers message board where people were gathered and noticed the new note that had been posted. He reached into his satchel and pulled out a notepad and a yellow quill. That chocobo never did forgive him for the time he was drunk and needed a pen to write down a spell, taking the liberty to yank a few feathers from the beast. As he jotted down what was written on the note, he spoke aloud. " god... risen, broken chains torment...lovely! Rise brothers and sisters.. time has come. Bahamut.. oohh, nice name! (hic) beckons for us to follow him ...if we follow we will know greatness...I already know greatness, thanks anyway B!, if we follow we will know power, if we follow the world will.... be ours for the taking. Rise and serve the one true god..." After he finished scribbling the note down, he let slip a belch that would make a Roegadyn sailor proud! His Elezen dignity, at least for this moment, was no where to be found.

I will begin my post. I suggest that you place the story in the opening post of the RP thread so people reading from the beginning aren't confused about what's going on. That's the way I've always seen it done.

Next time ^^

Well, Uruvion's sin is Pride and the slot is filled. That, and I dont have an acurate character referance

I look forward to seeing this when its finished!

Uruvion Firelight, a duskwight Elezen White Mage, was upearly this morning. He walked from the bed to a mirror. Looking at himself, turning his head from side to side to make sure he looked presentable. He raised his hand to brush a few silvery blue locks of hair behind his ear before putting on his robes and heading out to the docks of Limsa Lominsa. Most people who saw him would describe him as effeminate, and strikingly beautiful. He had been invited to join the Knights of the Barracuda on one of their ships sailing from the harbor. He had recently helped a number of their ranks when they returned from a mission with several wounded soldiers lying on the docks, pulling them from the cold hand of death but not before asking them what they wanted to live for and afterwards, he was asked to join them. “We’re too late!” One person shouted from the deck. Uruvion walked over to look over the side of the ship, seeing the scattered remains of a pirate ship floating in the water. Bodies were floating in the water, and also on pieces of the broken ship. A white mages ability to sense the life energy left in someone’s body, and how long they had to live, was a fundamental principle in the school of white magic. Uruvion looked at the bodies floating on the debris of the ship, his eyes widened as he saw a small child, barely alive, hanging on to a barrel in the water. “Get him up here!” he said, pointing to the boy. “But..He’s one of them” One deckhand said, referring to the pirate ship wreckage around them. If looks could kill that day. Uruvion shot the deckhand a look that required no further resistance, as the other soldiers started to lower the small boats into the water to retrieve the boy. Uruvion drew the small wand from his waist, casting a regen spell on the boy to ensure he would make it until he was safely on board. As soon as he was on board, he was placed on the deck. He was breathing but it was weak. Uruvion quickly started to cast healing spells on the boy until he felt that he was no longer at risk of dying. He slowly stood up, coughing as he looked at what he considered his captors. By Uruvion’s orders he was taken below deck, given dry clothes and food. Some men on board saw this as kindness; others saw it as anact of treason. The Elezen didn’t know where he stood with the ship’s crew, and he didn’t much care. As soon as they returned to Limsa Lominsa the boy was set free. He wasn’t interrogated about his former ships’ intentions or crew. Uruvion stood on the docks while the sun set over the sea.The wind was blowing his hair and robe gently as he looked over the horizon. Closing his eyes, he was remembering the battlefields years ago. Ground burned and fire in the skies, the white mage Uruvion came upon the fallen soldiers. “Gods be praised!” they shouted from the ground where they had fallen, wounded and dying as they saw the healer approach. He had been watching them for some time and had seen their actions. He looked down at them through silvery locks of hair that hung in his face. He didn’t move, and they didn’t know why. Hesitation from a healer on the field of battle was rare. “W..What are you waiting for?” the soldiers cried through winces of pain. “Gods be praised…” the Elezen repeated softly, closing his eyes. “The gods, they have sent you to us! Now heal us!” the soldiers yelled back. “I watched you… you enjoyed torturing and butchering those Garlean soldiers. One was a boy of only 17 years. He was enlisted in the military by force and you laughed as he cried for mercy. Now you cry for it. How ironic. The boy is now safely behind enemy lines and recovering.” He said, opening his eyes to look at the soldiers. Uruvion used some of his magic to scan their bodies, assessing wounds and calculating how long they had to live. “You praise the gods, perhaps one of them will come down to save you. You seem to have enough faith in them.” His expression never changed through his time with the soldiers. “You have 5 minutes left.” Again, they pleaded. “Please!Save us!” Uruvion plucked the small wand from his waist, beginning to cast a spell to the relief of the fallen soldiers. They smiled as they looked at each other, they would live to fight again. “As you wish..” Uruvion said as he continued casting the spell. A pillar of light appeared between the three wounded soldiers. Three orbs of light swirled around the pillar and quickly met in the middle, creating an explosion of holy energy, disintegrating the soldiers. Before one perished, he cried one more time into the field of death. “Halone!” was his last word. He cried to the god of war with no response before he was gone. Uruvion’s actions through the years had earned him the nickname “Judge”. He healed who he thought deserved it, even if it was an Imperial soldier and if there was any misdeed in his eyes, he would deliver swift punishment. In some lands he was considered a savior and welcomed, in others he was branded as a traitor and there were posters of bounties for his capture. He did have a definite quality. He would always save children, because, in his eyes, they were innocent. No matter what they had done, they could be redeemed. That’s how he saw it, anyway.

I love forum RP's (I'm actually looking for a linkshell that does this normally) and this sounds like a good beginning for a story! I'm in if it starts.

Uruvion(duskwight male elezen) will be mostly hetero with a little bi curiosity. He is attracted to women but he has found that he is also attracted slightly to very kind and gentle men. He has been married once, his first and only long term relationship throughout his life, which ended badly. His race preferences are Miqo'te, Elezen, Hyur, Rogadyn, Lalafell. In that order.

Welcome!

I've had the same issues. I know that I plan to play a sadistic white mage who is as good at killing as he is healing but what race? and what name? It's tough but what I would suggest is to get into the character creator and see what feels right. Also, like Eva mentioned, dont set anything in stone, in case you want to change something later.

Welcome!

6:04 to 6:08 and 8:00 to 8:08 shows a bard playing an instrument and I think that they said that's what they wanted to add to ARR since people were agitated that bards simply waved their hands instead of singing or playing. As far as singing as an attack. You could use the enemies senses, distracting and disorienting them, as was mentioned. You could sing a lullaby, putting them to sleep, sing and create illusions, the air around them could become thin and cause them to have difficulty breathing(dot), blow their eardrums out and cause them to lose balance/senses, "notes" could be morphed into anything. One thing that comes to mind is that the notes shrink and stretch, becoming glowing threads that can bind or slice an enemy(requiem).

Uruvion is agnostic, laughing at those who continually pray to the gods, considering them too weak to make their own decisions and relying on the gods for answers.

Uruvion: A broken bow A blue dagger A silver cross A gold ring (plain gold band) A crumpled letter Aki'to: Catnip!(Once in the inventory it makes the receiving character lose control of their character for a short amount of time, highly addictive!) A fancy looking staff A pair of fangs A dried clump of kitty litter(unscented) inside the pocket of his robes, daring any brave thief to try and rummage through his pockets! Beware! Arlon: A small blue gem, hung by a leather strap around the neck, which is usually seen worn only by the Qiqirn. A beginners conjurer staff.

Welcome to the group!

Beautiful work!! I have so much respect for people with artistic talent.

High settings: Custom settings: Not too bad. I'm happy with it.

COOKIES! *Leaps into the air and pounces on the platter, going all 'cookie monster' on them!* Welcome! *he says with a full mouth*

Inside a classroom in Grinadia a pale skinned, blonde haired male Miqo’te wearing glasses sat behind a desk that was facing the classroom. One of the students raised their hand. “Mr. Genji”(Mr. G for short), What if the spell is finished before the recommended cast time?” The teacher stood up from his seat, and started to pace back and forth in front of his students as he answered, a habit that he was trying to break but when his brain was working on complex calculations he couldn’t sit still. “I dare say” he answered. “Throw out the recommended cast times and pay attention on the wound itself.” “But the book says..” one of the other students started. “I don’t care what the book says!” Aki’to snapped back with his fist balled at his side. He let out a heavy sigh. “Sorry…” he said softly as he regained his composure. “If you close the wound before the recommended cast time then that’s it, stop! If you keep casting then cell regeneration will continue endlessly and you will end up giving your patient a tumor that won’t stop growing.” He stopped for a few seconds. “Trust me, it’s nasty and not easily cured” he said, sounding like he was speaking from experience. He looked out the window at the setting sun, then to his classroom full of students. “Class dismissed” he said quickly. He heard some of his younger students grumbling about homework and he stepped in front of them before they could leave. “You know about the seventh umbral era, right?” Both students nodded, though they were too young to remember it happening. “Do you know why that happened?” he asked, crossing his arms. They shrugged a bit, they knew that it had happened but not the reason for it. “King Bahamut was sent down to punish all the kids who didn’t do their homework!” he said as he tried to keep a straight face, he had to turn his head away because he had a smirk on his face. Both children quickly ran out of the classroom and had a new motivation to do their assigned work. A female miqo’te entered the room behind the fleeing students where Aki’to was sitting at his desk, looking over notes and papers. “You’re terrible!” she said jokingly. “I know” he said without looking up at her. “You remember, don’t you?” she asked him, half sitting on the corner of his desk. After a long pause, he answered “Yes… I remember” Five years earlier.. A short while after the devastating assault of king Bahamut on the world, white mages, even conjurers still in training, were sent out to aid in the recovery of the countless injured the attack. On the battlefield, Eorzean soldiers were still fighting back the Garlean forces. A soldier was dying on the ground. His vision as fading but he could see the white swirling aura of one standing in front of him. It was the healing aura of a white mage casting a spell. Healing energy gathered at the fallen soldier and his wounds began to close. “W..Who are you?” The soldier slowly opened his eyes, looked up and asked the one helping him. Looking down to the fallen man, the white mage now knew that full recovery was possible, which was a relief. “Aki’to Genji” the pale skinned Miqo’te said plainly, he would have been more gracious in answering but he needed to concentrate. Aki’to looked over his shoulder, seeing three Garlean soldiers approaching quickly. “It’s only a white mage” they thought. Easy prey, right? The Miqo’te slowly stood up with his back to the soldiers. He turned his head to the side, looking over his shoulder at them and his ears were perked up. Blonde hair hung over his eyes as he looked at them; he had already dubbed them “the fools”. The air around the Garlean soldiers started to thin as the surrounding area turned pitch black. The only ones that existed in this space were the white mage and the three soldiers. They found that they couldn’t move but it didn’t matter. A white pillar of light quickly appeared between them, white orbs circling quickly around the pillar. When the orbs met each other in the middle they exploded in a burst of magical energy, destroying the soldiers. The blast caused Aki’to’s hair and robe to blow around wildly and then settle. He had a stoic expression on his face as the area faded back to normal. He walked to the injured soldier, using his remaining energy to heal him completely. Explosions could be heard in the distance. The air was filled with smoked, ash, and the stench of death.

Let's cross our fingers!

What a thing to wake up to.... I was having good dreams too (well done, btw)

Welcome, Newbie!

I like this idea. I'll jump on Skype tomorrow morning. My skype name is Uruvion