While the differences are less striking than that of our world, Men and Women in Eorzea still live different lives.Â
What would your characters be like if they'd been born of the opposite gender? Would they have the same lives, the same loves? Would they make the same choices, take the same risks?
What of their dress, their personality? IC responses preferred!
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The women turned up their noses as Evander approached, a wide smile on his face and a rose in his hand.Â
"Ah, do not turn away so, it is cruel to give one such a brief view of paradise."Â
The pair of Elezen turn their backs on the rather short male, "Try somewhere else, Evan, we've heard just about enough of your revolutions." Their faces scrunch up, "And enough with the poetry, it's creepy."
He adjusts his glasses, and straightens his suit, "C-creepy? I'll have you know the as President of the Ul'dah revolutionary council, I..." His voice tapers off as the women scoff and walk away.
He glumly takes one of the seats he has vacated and asks for a drink. Slipping a battered romance novel from his pocket, he begins flipping through it, "Suppose I just need to study more."
What would your characters be like if they'd been born of the opposite gender? Would they have the same lives, the same loves? Would they make the same choices, take the same risks?
What of their dress, their personality? IC responses preferred!
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The women turned up their noses as Evander approached, a wide smile on his face and a rose in his hand.Â
"Ah, do not turn away so, it is cruel to give one such a brief view of paradise."Â
The pair of Elezen turn their backs on the rather short male, "Try somewhere else, Evan, we've heard just about enough of your revolutions." Their faces scrunch up, "And enough with the poetry, it's creepy."
He adjusts his glasses, and straightens his suit, "C-creepy? I'll have you know the as President of the Ul'dah revolutionary council, I..." His voice tapers off as the women scoff and walk away.
He glumly takes one of the seats he has vacated and asks for a drink. Slipping a battered romance novel from his pocket, he begins flipping through it, "Suppose I just need to study more."
