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Totally go with a Roe model! I RP'd a pureblooded Garlean and did the same thing. Min-height/min-bust Roe with a gray forehead jewel. It looked pretty nice, but you'll obviously get mistooken for a Roe all the time.

To your concerns about people being picky Ic and not wanting others to join into their public scene, I'd say your best response is to leave them alone and not interact--as a person who holds those views will likely be a very rude RP'er. In my opinion, the adherence of IC stands above OOC communication, and not breaking that immersion is something I take somewhat seriously. You are right, there are /many/ people who will change their behavior based on what you communicate with them, because a majority of more criminal RP'ers want to get away with what they do wrong, so my best advice is as I stated above--keep as much as you can Ic and just play it out as it would progress should the world be reality. If they speak in public, they can be heard in public, if they do crimes in public, they can be held accountable by witnesses, and if they rely on OOC boundaries to protect their IC actions--they're a rude RP'er, and I'd find others to interact with at that point.

A lot of people in the RP community have been incredibly pacified to the point of avoiding confrontation or conflict at allllll cost, but still wish to RP characters who are 'evil, or 'shady'. This is a big reason why a lot of people advise wanting 'consent' to eavesdrop into public RP or the like. My take on it is to RP in the world as it would be a world. If someone is spying on you, and you are in public--using text channels that are public, then you don't get to decide if people can spy on you or use what you say against you, if that's how you feel then RP in party chat. When you go Ic, you have to accept that you are entering a world where you aren't in control. If you wish to be 100% in control, then just write a book. I've dealt a lot in people who RP around darker themes and such, and you can't quite trust people to not meta-game, so when you involve yourself in these things my advice is to always cover yourself as stealthy ooc as you would ic. Do your best to hide yourself from both the character and the player, as it is the only assured way there will be no meta occurring. The ninja skills like stealth are a thing in-game, and people use them often to try to be sneaky and hide in plain sight, but there are various ways to combat this. One being aether, a signature that every living being gives off--if people use tools such as goggles that reveal said aether, then it would penetrate the stealth and reveal a body there (And item that comes to mind is Sharlayan Goggles). In addition, there are things like Flash, or you could crate a bright light source. This bright light source would be cast upon an invisible unit, and display a distinct shadow behind them. If their body cant be seen but still exists, then it'll cast a shadow which can be seen. Also the classic, water; if it's raining or you go to a snowy area or muddy area, you would see their foot prints while in stealth or snow. So even if someone does go full rogue stealth, Ic, there are many tools that can be used to combat that. My ending advice is to simply do it, don't ask and don't worry; play your character as you would in the world and protect yourself from meta both ic and ooc'ly. It's the burden of those who RP in public to acknowledge that they rescind an amount of control over the scene and the characters involved when they do so. (Also take screenshots and catalog any knowledge you gain while being sneaky, this way you can have proof of your having gained it IC'ly.)

((Hello, unsure if this is the right place for this; but I decided to write up a little thing of my character's first conflict in the Dragonsong war, her involvement in a raid on Dragonshead camp. Enjoy! I'd love any feedback also if anyone has anything!)) Ash, brimestone, fire; these scents overwelmed her--consuming her lungs, causing her to reel over and caugh. No, no time, no time to wait--explosion, fire; a small Lalafellen woman cloaked in thick layers of armor is hurled through the air, crashing into the rapidly melting snowy ground outside of Camp Dragonhead. She hears a crack of bone, her rib? Leg? She couldn't tell, the pain was numbed long before, at this point...as the hoards of wyvern crash down upon the stone walls of which she was just outside of, Ser Maria Gwyn had no time to waste over pain or broken self. Her eyes of blue rise to meet the fallen body of a fellow Temple Knight, crippled over a rocky ledge near to a pond--long since soaked red. She looks up, the current waves of scaled beasts flooded the skies, mixed with the purple of Dragoon's armor, and explosive steel bolts of dragonkillers piercing the air to crash into their marks. Maria had now or never, now before the cavalry of Aevis charge in to break the already meager lines of their Knights, of which now prepared for such an onslaught--shields interlocked standing just before the stone gates. The small lass got up, charged forward; her legs were heavy but something...pushed her, screamed in her mind--stay still, and you'll never move again. This drove her towards the body, placing her hand upon the shoulder she would turn it over, they were limp. Black. That was all that was left of any semblance of a face, burnt ash with a slightly concave cavity where features were once displayed of a man, or woman--it was hard to tell at this point. Maria's stomach curled, and with a yelp she threw up what stale rations she'd been permitted that morning, a sorry last meal...she thought. Bent over, upon her knees with ash upon her pale cheeks--the necklace of Halone hung about her neck, three conjoined spears linked together at the middle by a blue crystal. Where was she? Her patron deity who'd guided her thus far, if Maria was not dead yet...why the one aside her? "GET BACK TO THE LINE!" A piercing voice tore through the cacophony of screaming and clashing of steel, through the whine of wyvern above. It was her captain, she sucked in a deep breath--and weather by drill of training instinct or stupid bravery, she ran to take her place in line. Standing aside her was a much taller elezen, as most were--she was the only lalafell, small and easily underestimated, most had thought her a welcome treat to any dragon who'd threaten her, but Maria stood still after the initial onslaught. At nearly three feet tall she came to the other's shins, but held her broad shield before her with just the same amount of perseverance and stalwart. A sudden absence of sound fell over the field, the wyverns....did they retreat? "Reloa.....Drag.....--oons....regrou--....push..." These words, she could hear some semblance of them--but her ears rang with a piercing screech, dulled by the blasts of inferno and breath. She did not, however; miss: "LOCK. AT THE READY." That was her que, after all; lock shield closely with the one aside her, doing her best despite the short stature she was forced to work with since birth. It had always been an issue, even in the Brume--the slums of Ishgard, her height had her often pushed out of charity lines, bullied from the small amounts of food that was offered by the few charitable members of society. The image of her Halonic necklace comes to mind once more, though to her--she see's it about the neck of a much taller man, a saint who without...she'd have starved. His name was... "CHARGE!" The voice spurred her feet on, she had no will--only the instinct she'd been trained with, forced forward; indeed she did charge...straight into the hoard of equally pressing ranks of Aevis. They were large, ebon scaled and hide thick as layers of steel--gnashing teeth that left in its wake both saliva and carnage; small and useless wings that acted as large shields for their already impenetrable bodies. This was their adversary, this was who they were destined to die by. She accepted this, Maria never thought she'd survive until the end--all she could ask for...dream for, was at least a glorious death for an otherwise pitiful life of twenty-one years. What was there left to say? They met the ranks of the Dravanians head on, time would seem to slow as they neared, and every detail would be etched within the mind of that small lalafellen Temple Knight, the teeth...the steel...the blood, she couldn't see--so all she had was to swing, and swing she did. Raising her shield to block the piercing talons of the Aevis she was fated to clash against, flying the tip of her short-sword to slip between the throat of its much more exposed skin. A gout of dragon's icor would spew from the wound she tore across its artery, soaking her once golden hair a deep crimson; interrupted only by the stark contrast of bright blue eyes through her mask of ash and lifeblood. Another, another, another; swing, and swing--her arm felt numb, but it did not serve to deter her when tearing the steel edge of her blade along their throats, her short height helped her--but was of no aid when a thick tail swung about and hurled her through the air, sliding across the snow to meet stopping with the firm embrace of a large boulder. "--GGHH!" A yelp was forced from her, but unheard beneath the roaring screeching of the scaled demons. She always had a gentle voice, not used often as there were not many to speak to. Even the recruiters for the Temple Knights had trouble hearing her that day she approached them, young and malnourished--but how could they turn her down? Hundreds of years of war left little room to be picky when it meant the front-line be better stocked with shields of meat, and just so; they'd slap iron upon her and send her out to the camp of Dragonhead--with a week of training and a stale biscuit. That was a week ago, and now...now it seemed so distant--was this a mistake? She couldn't move, her legs had given up and...the commander was long since gone, her eyes did catch his head flying from the shoulders that once supported it, his commands could not rise over the curtain of mutual screaming. Maria watched on, as the body of an Aevis would fall upon her lower half--causing her to join her voice into the song of pain. It was cover enough, perhaps life saving cover that might just buy her appearance enough to seem dead and wait the conflict through. A front-row seat to the opera of death, whilst the nobles enjoyed their theaters--the play of bellum would unfold before the lesser fortunate. All offering a part in its singing, that song...the song of blades clashing and fire spewing, of front-lines meetings and lives cut short; the song none could forget: The Dragonsong, and on that horrid evening--Maria contributed a verse, one that would not soon be her last.

[align=center]Ser Maria Gwyn(Kikiwa Kiwa) of Reymanaud [/align] [align=center]Paladin of Halone [/align] [align=center][/align] Ser Maria Gwyn, a fair lady of young adulthood has recently been freed of the castle walls surrounding Ishgard; embarking upon a mission to spread Halone's light, and glory upon the far reaches of the realm to better serve the cause of justice. She is a compassionate, caring, and stalwart warrioress; often approaching those she assumes downtrodden or in need of aid, and offering up either healing or a delicious Ishgardian muffin! Hoping to better understand the people of lands excluding Coerthas, she is offering services of training or joint-work with those who share the sentiment of justice and the defense of others. Contact, if you're: [align=left] Seeking a practitioner of the Paladin arts to learn from. A once sinful individual seeking redemption and purification by means of Halone. Fighters, adventurers, or bodyguards hoping to better understand how Paladin's operate and defend others. If (you) enjoy combat RP, joyous antics, cinnamon rolls of purity; or RP with focus on interactions with other PCs!. Simply looking for more friends! A scholar of culture, be it Far Eastern, Garlean, or Othardian; Maria may wish to learn from you! Me! I'm seeking contacts, and friends to RP with; my character is somewhat a new addition to my line-up, and I'd love to get into all sorts of trouble involving combat and development! I'm open to all RP under the sun, and do my best to not restrict the happenings of RP; but I do reserve limitations when it comes to maiming or death. Please contact me in game at Kikiwa Kiwa of Balmung, or Ars Tensa#9052 on discord! [/align]

Amazing artist and a very hard-worker, I definitely recommend them.

The dark eyes of Kharam found the tall form of Steel as his bright white limbal ringed gaze acknowledged a female not so dwarfed by his tall Auri height. From his position on the log near the flickering fire, Kharam bit into his grilled fish and swallowed the succulent flavor down before wiping his pale blue face of any remaining crumbs. His long mane of black hair tipped with white highlights messily unraveled down his neck in a mess of subtle spikes. The Auri's large leather gloved hand which gave his steel armored body a battle-ready synergy, raised in greeting to the Woman. "Hello, nice to hear the familiar accent of Lominsa." Kharam's bold voice broke through the crackles of the fire.

Very interesting in joining once I transfer to balmung; would love to talk with you more!

Hello, my name is Lai and I play a male Auri MRD on Faerie. I'm coming from a background of RP within other games, and I'm hoping to find people to play and RP with on the Faerie server. I'd love any messages either on forums or in-game, and I'll soon reply to each one should I receive any. Appreciate any attention! c: (Backstory is my about me)