Capheira

[align=center] [ Operation Highroller ] A high stakes, high reward gambling initiative brought to you by Ebonbrand Teknoworks.[/align] This Thursday marks the trial run for the first event in Ebonbrand's S.O.A ('Social Outreach Agenda'), a new initiative brought on by the remodel of the company headquarters and the ever present need to forget the world at the tip of one's blade, if only for one night. Forgoing the popularity of dance and song to take form as one of Eorzea's leading causes for bankruptcy and debt, the initiative labelled "Operation Highroller" is an upper-class, yet distinctly laid back program for mature patrons inclusive of gambling, competition, and alcohol consumption. Should the evening be deemed a success, the possibility of opening the lounge to the public on a monthly basis will be reviewed. Until such a time, Operation Highroller remains an invite only exclusive. [align=center]---$$$---[/align] [OOC - A short note! We're currently testing the waters to see how an event like this would work in regards to numbers in a medium-sized house, activities and the rolls/games themselves to work out any kinks before we decide on whether or not it's an initiative that will stick! Thankfully, we're working alongside some other FCs and some lovely volunteers who are willing to share their time. Please stay tuned for more information!]

Ping! Sign me up! ♥

I can throw something together to bolster numbers, probably. Character Name: Odette Saoirse Poem Name: A Ship Named Calvary Are you representing a group or Free Company? If so who? Ebonbrand. Oh wait, no. This is our FC's gambling night/event, sorry Rini! Good luck to everyone participating~ ♥

[align=center]Written and performed by Odette Saoirse at the "Last Bard Standing", competition hosted by L'Rinhi Kett and the Wayfarer's of Eorzea. It was awarded first place.[/align] [align=center] [align=center]Outfoxed[/align] She was indeed the most charming woman, he ever did see. Hair spun like silk and eyes over veil: she whispered only sin, With a beckon and sly grin, he called then spoke unto she, "Part those lips and sing to me Vixen, serenade me songbird." The bard she glanced in noble's direction, features lit with smile, And saunter did she with giggle and laugh, to lean upon shoulder, Easily noting perfumes and jewelry that spoke highly of life style "I'll part these lips and sing to you sir, a song you've ne'er heard." Then he took her by her porcelain hand and led her to stairwell, With key in lock and lock undone, into chambers they did venture, Against the wall he did press her, and growled unto that belle, "Part those lips and sing to me Vixen, upon my own preferred." With a laugh the fox did shake her head and coax with push to chair, A sultry smile was the last he saw, eyes hidden and hands bound. Upon his lap she then did sit, and ran her hands through raven hair, "I'll part these lips and sing for you sir, for price has now occurred." The sound of tearing dress did excite the man, not knowing of his fate Cloth discarded, steel was rendered and pressed to chubby throat, With a flush of warmth nearby his ear, so did tremble dear magnate. "Part your lips and sing for me Vixen, am I to be interred?" The blade withdrew as answer, accompanied with note of mirth, Your deeds are nae unnoticed and yer cruelty s'well known, The Vixen sung across the room, as she filled her bag with worth, "I'll part my lips and render warning, this ends now," she purred. And just like that, the fox was gone... out through nearest window, Donning hat and wolfish grin, she scampered for her freedom. Naught but single trace remained, save for rigid innuendo. Our magnate found himself relieved of all but hissed curse word. [/align]

Every time Odette walks into a bar~

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[align=center][ Operation Redwall ] 2nd March Update, 2016[/align] After Ebonbrand received a tip off pertaining the trafficking of child slaves in the waters between Eorzea and the Doman Republic, the magitek militia gathered what information they could and set out deep into the shroud; a contact point for the exchange and the greasing of palms. With an encampment located, intel detailing uniform and mannerisms, Ebonbrand infiltrated under the directive hand of 'Slaver' Odette, and the assisting 'Slaver' Shilgen with several company members (Wawajo, X'aruela, Tahlani, Shark) providing themselves as slaves. Once past several checkpoints, children located and they themselves within the inner sanctum, the 'mercenaries' attacked with blade and poison both. Wiping out the camp's inhabitants, they found no sign of the group's captain whom was yet to return from business elsewhere. Moving swiftly, the children were gathered, soothed and emancipated from captivity, collectively being delivered to an orphanage in the mist. All save one, a young garlean boy with feral tendencies whom was revealed to be the son of their glorious leader, Septimus Nerva, taken back to Ebonbrand Headquarters. This would not be the end, however. Naught but a week later, Ebonbrand sources revealed that this slaver captain, a pirate going by the name 'Redwall' had reared his head in an abandoned cathedral within the frozen slums of Brume, Ishgard. After a rocky planning session during the weekly meeting, Ebonbrand forces once more came together for a far more sensitive operation; given the elezen city's own military presence and dislike of outsiders. What they found themselves up against, however, was something no one could have anticipated. The man known as Redwall was unlike anything they'd encountered as a unit previously; somehow blessed with unnatural strength, moved with uncanny speed and mastered the art of short-range teleporation. Returning to the Mists, licking their wounds and allowing time for recovery, discussion was held in the newly renovated war room with several key points made and further questions dragged to the fore. Just who was this Redwall, and what was it that gave him the ability to move as he did? Magitek, implants, and concentrated aether manipulation were all thought upon hypothesis. But how exactly would they be able to handle such a threat, one that inevitably labelled them? With a twenty foot sonic weapon fashioned by the magitek engineers of Ebonbrand weapons department, of course. Constructed in a design akin to a large horn with a targeted radius from it's dish, the weapon would emit a timed blast of sonic energy at a frequency pitched to inflict pain and disorient. The time drew near for confrontation... Redwall was a difficult man to track, but not an impossible one. Regardless of prowess, all living things left an imprint in the world around them; be it eating, breathing or excreting. Thus, located in the deserts of Thanalan, their enemy had constructed a single man camp for himself. Waiting. Biding his time. It was nightfall when the Ebonbrand forces moved into position, under orders to bring back this 'enigma' for 'a friendly chat'. The weapon proved a success, despite it's slow recharge time, yet even with formulated earplugs our heroes themselves were not immune to it's effects. Blood spilled on the sand that eve, and it was not only the enemy who suffered damage when he burst from glass cocoon that caged him. With the severance of his leg, Redwall went down and was carted back to home base with the company wounded. Following the events of "Operation Redwall", the company workshop has found itself a new 'visitor'. For a time, bound in rope and teetering on the edge of consciousness, the dark-haired midlander remained restrained in it's furthest corner to endure his injury. Blood stained the ground around his person, secured with chain to wooden chair with one leg reduced to a stump just above the knee and administered minimal treatment in preparation for the interrogation to come. Ebonbrand had a man for such, and he went by the name 'Frost'. Yet for all his experience, and despite the removal of two of his fingers, Redwall proved to have a flair for pageantry. At least up until the point his agonized screams echoed throughout the hold with the shatter of his remaining kneecap, marked by Keimo's bullet. Though they gained little that day beyond the ramblings that a traitor was within their midst, such was hardly ever revealed in the first session and their captive was left to ripen for additional days. It seemed, however, that the brazen threats Redwall had made about leaving were more than mere bluffs. Somehow the midlander had found the strength to simply... disappear. Evidently, even should the man be able to walk it was near impossible that he would simply be able to move past secured holdings and stroll out guarded door. Could this perhaps have something to do with the man's penchant for acts of teleportation? Regardless of reasoning, it could not be denied that the captive was no longer contained and wherever he had gone, assuredly he was plotting and planning their downfall in the most poetic way imaginable. So it was that members of Ebonbrand found themselves at the ruins of Qarn at the edge of the landscape that housed the refugee camp of Little Ala Mhigo. Redwall had been sighted within the rubble, and this time there would be no holding back for want of capture. With weapons drawn and at the ready, the small task force weaved their way throughout the crumbled ruins to close in on Redwall's position amidst the crackle of aetherical energy that clapped like thunder through the air. At the source of that visible, rippling power, one that grew stronger as they approached, was the man himself rooted to the spot and anchored by black ichor that dripped from lips and maw simultaneously. He spoke as poetically as ever before, accusing those present of being parasites that drained the world around them and infected life like a poison. As Redwall invoked the power of an carving in hand, one that resembled an eye-like design, Ebonbrand made quick decision that the damage to the surrounding ruins would be worth the prevention of whatever it might be that had the possibility of being released then and there. Alas, with a flash of blinding light as the party moved to attack, Redwall was gone with naught but the carved rune left standing in his place. Such an important trinket could hardly be left there in the open.... right? So it was that Frost reached for the carving, daring to take it into Ebonbrand custody. At the elezen's touch, however, the eye itself was activated and one by one they found themselves succumbing to the grip of vaporous black tendrils that elicited overwhelming pain for several moments before fading to be absorbed into their bodies without a trace. Whatever it was that had tainted them was at this point unknown, but it certainly didn't bode well and only time would tell, exactly, how they would be affected... With the rune encased in glass, the team were left reeling and in shock from the effects they had endured. Needless to say this, however, proved the perfect time for lurking enemy to strike. From across the ruins, gunshot sounded; bullet embedded into the stone wall a mere ilm from the head of Ebonbrand's leader, Septimus. It was truly one of those days for the militant task force whom scurried for cover from the magitek sniper. With several attempts on the life of their boss, the group united and swiftly took down the offending assassin. Leaving her alive as ordered by the man himself, the woman was transported back to Ebonbrand Headquarters, taking the place of the escaped Redwall in the holding cell. More questions than answers were received that day. Just who was this silent assassin and what was her connection to Redwall? Was it purely coincidence, or something more? What was the mysterious tendril that had taken root in the bodies of those present? How exactly would they be affected by it, if at all?

Generous as always. ♥ 1. Thavnarian Set 2. Wind-up Leviathan 3. Orchcestrion

I don't know if he has an RPC account, but you could possibly contact Abrenard Rondelet in game? To my knowledge, he's a former Ishgardian now making a living as a sky pirate with . First person that comes to mind that matches a few of your specifics. If nothing else, he might be able to put you in touch with other like-minded individuals. I hope you find what you're looking for. Good luck!

[align=justify]Marvelous time. The skill and talent of the server's creative types blow me away each and every time and it's always a joy to not only see everyone's hard work, but to share in that also. Well done everyone, and thank you Nathan and Ciel for hosting. The time and effort you put into creating such an environment for the arts community does not go unrecognized or unnoticed.♥ Thank you for letting me almost set the place on fire with crazy magitek inventions. (ouo)[/align]

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[align=center]Written and performed by Odette Saoirse at the “Mad Love” themed A Show of Hearts!, hosted by Ciel Grayve and Nathan Telluride. Pyrotechnics were involved.[/align] [align=center] [align=center]Better Days, Hotter Nights[/align] Wakin’ up t'fight the same old demons, I’ll live now because the good die young, Don’t want to waste but one cherished night, Not going to leave one single song unsung, Oh-woah-oh～ I wanna feel the best an’ worst of what’s on offer, Wrap me tight in passions of flame and fire, Don’t wanna fade, send me out with a… b a n g! Better days, hotter nights, that’s my true desire. I’ll scream it from the rooftops, from high cliffside, Stare into the wind that claims weakened breath, Fill my cup with wanderlust, stuff pipe with liberty. Won’t waste away, r e g r e t, in the face of death. Oh-woah-oh～ I wanna feel the best an’ worst of what’s on offer, Wrap me tight in passions of flame and fire, Don’t wanna fade, send me out with a… b a n g! Better days, hotter nights, that’s my true desire. I’ll live now because the good die young, Not going to leave one single song unsung. Oh-woah-oh～ Stare into the wind that claims weakened breath, Won’t waste away, r e g r e t, in the face of death. I wanna feel the best an’ worst of what’s on offer, Wrap me tight in passions of flame and fire, Don’t wanna fade, send me out with a… b a n g! Better days, hotter nights… Kiss me now, slowly, that’s my true desire. [/align]

[align=center]A commissioned Valentione’s Telegram Remioux Beauvais to Tieve Cadalelle written and performed by Odette Saoirse/Capheira…. with a surprise proposal ending![/align] [align=center] [align=center]Sharlayan Beauty[/align] My dearest Tieve, my Sharlayan Beauty, Your grace alone is enough to move me, The simple way words play from your lips, And the far more sinful sway of hips. Anywhere you go, let me go too. My beauty, I need not the stars of skies, For the treasures of eve lay in your eyes, You set my spirit freer than any bird, Soaring, flying, true love stirred. Anywhere you go, let me go too. My darling doctor, my love’s triad, You mend the wounds I knew not I had. Body. Mind. Soul. A precious harmony. Each one a thread, stitched so perfectly. Anywhere you go, let me go too. My sweetest Tieve, my dearest dove, I’m empty without you - a blank page, love. My life is a book to be written: opened to you. Turn my pages, your touch: my rendezvous. Anywhere you go, let me go too. Light of my life, precious gift bestowed. When you smile, your features set a-glow, I thank the twelve that I finally found you, I hope that you feel the same way too. Anywhere you go, let me go too. My Sharlayan Beauty, my Valentione, I ask on this day and all that follow, be mine. Remioux Beauvais, forever at your service, With declaration of love, made in earnest. Anywhere you go, let me go too… [/align]

[align=center]A commissioned Valentione’s Telegram from Jancis Milburga to Barengar Armsbreaker, written and performed by Odette Saoirse/Capheira.[/align] [align=center] [align=center]Sand and Shore[/align] Gently, against the shores, the ocean laps, Carving through the sand, in it’s own way - an axe. Each draw of the tide bringing with it memory, Precious, private, a personal reverie. Yet when the sun sets over endless horizon, Know, deep down, there is a new hope rising. Each beat of the heart within your breast, A reminder of love - past, present: expressed. With each star that lights the night sky, And every rise of the sun on high, They live within, now and evermore, Family, friends: they watch an’ adore. For all your joys and all your sorrows, Your todays and your tomorrows, In your arms salvation’s not so far away, Upon my lips, we’ll keep the world at bay. Let these waters embrace you in their caress, With the words spoken, sung, I profess, There is no darkness that can touch you here, I stand by your side, find joy in you near. Yet when the sun sets over endless horizon, Know, deep down, there is a new hope rising. Each beat of the heart within your breast, A reminder of love - past, present: expressed. Everything changes but my love remains, Something so tender it can’t be explained. Giving and taking, sea and shore in hand, Equally united, together, as one we stand. Together, as one, we stand… [/align]

[align=center]A tumbleweed bounces through the desert, kicking up trailing amounts of sand in it's lazy roll through golden sands. The camera pans slowly over boots crunching in the dirt, leaving in their wake a mottled array of footprints that vary in size and depth. Buckles are tightened, laces threaded, bullets loaded, pages flipped... Night falls and the desert is silent save for the whispered gust of wind over the dunes. As the camera crawls over the nearest dune, an encampment is seen scattered with tents and the dampened smoke of a recently extinguished fire. Under the cover of night humanoid silhouettes approach with blades drawn... Ice snakes its way through the flaxen particles of sand toward the tent and the screen fades to black. Gunshots. "Do it! FIRE!" shouts a man's voice, a loud horn overlapping the din to echo throughout. A flurry of images; blood splattering the sand, smoke from the barrel of a gun, a miqo'te holding his head at the ears in pain, spells flung through the air, an elezen lifting an ornate card, a midlander's leg severed at the knee... One man with speed and strength never before seen. One militant team of operatives under the leadership of a one-eyed foreigner. One largely constructed sonic weapon dragged into the desert. [/align]

... the time it takes to RP a scene sees the weather change from stormy to sunshine, so you play audio tracks of thunder and rain to keep the original mood whilst typing.

Much love for the random encounter with loveable bastards from ♥

Ebonbrand deal with all things Magitek and militant security if you're ever in need of such, our doors are always open and we love interacting with different FCs. Given the nature of our work, it's sometimes harder to get involved on a community level since it's srs biznz... but plots and investments are our bread and butter. Whether it's inspecting a piece of machinery, creating weapons, accompanying adventurers for gil or something entirelydifferent, feel free to contact myself or Septimus rem Nerva (Septimus Nerva in game) if you ever want to set something up or send someone by with some queries.

OP updated. Got drunk, drew the FC Boss! Getting better - practice, practice, practice~

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In a dungeon, tank gets shitty because target focus is all over the place. Ask them to "Please mark their targets" and get an earful about how it's not necessary in 'lower level dungeons' and that we'd know what to attack if we paid attention. Attempting to point out it was a courteous thing to do, particularly if there are targeting issues in harder to see mobs resulted in condescending abuse. Lovely.

I've struggled for this for months to be honest. Finding something that matches Odette perfectly is just... near impossible. Her voice is somewhat husky, lower in tone but not deep. She has something of a drawl, a rough earthiness, but still manages to be rather velvet smooth in her tone - it's a hard thing to convey.Irish accents tend to be too strong, anything overly drawn out or husky tends to be too American... so alas, I am stumped. Miranda from Mass Effect has the right pitch and expression for business and serious conversation, but not quite the musical lit that matches up with Odette's impish flirting. MGS3's Eva (whom was also inspiration for Odette's character), lacks the rawness of a roguish bawdiness. I'm thinking, perhaps Evie from Assassin's Creed Syndicate might be a good fit... (though I'm not entirely convinced as of yet). [video=youtube]

[align=center] Signed, Sealed, Delivered! A beach-side rendezvous saw Barengar on the receiving end of Jancis' mischief love! Thank you both for your support, it was a joy to do~ ♥[/align]

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