Your Character, Genderswapped!

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While the differences are less striking than that of our world, Men and Women in Eorzea still live different lives. 

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. 

 

"Ah, do not turn away so, it is cruel to give one such a brief view of paradise." 

 

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."

[Lydia Lightfoot]

Tomboyish as she is, Callie would probably be pretty much the same if she were gender-swapped, except for minor feminine details such as her hair. As a male, given her size, she would probably be picked on even worse than she gets for it as a female.

[Aya]

"The name is Brock.  Brock Sampson."

[Zetchryn]

Rhay sighed softly, a hand slipping through his long, black hair. He'd taken to wearing it longer, as of late, though it had had little effect. The young Keeper allowed his eyes to flick about the Quicksand, settling on those nearby.

 

A young healer, he still was ridiculed as 'weak', his clumsiness, which would have been endearing on a female, nothing more then a detriment. He was a 'poor choice' for a mate, and it showed. He even elicited scorn among the other conjurers, his kind still barely welcomed underneath the boughs of the Shroud.

 

A passing male paused, before smirking slightly and moving up to the Miqo'te.

 

"Hey there, lass, can I buy you a drink?"

 

Ugh.

 

Men.

[Aaron]

Since Aaron is male, Aaron's name would probably have been Aerin which is unisex.

 

That's pretty much it. His/her attitude would pretty much be the same except during a certain time of the month they'd be even more "leave me alone for crying out loud".

 

And anyone trying to score would get flicked off. Especially if they weren't the same race.

[SessionZero]

Reilene sat brushing her raven black hair, staring into the mirror. Her own crimson gaze stared back at her, and she exhaled slightly. The jingle of chainmail rattled behind her, and before she could speak, her husband leaned over her shoulder to peck her on the cheek. "Your efforts are wasted, my dear. Any more beautiful and you would rival Halone herself."

 

Reilene turned to her husband and smiled. "Ware your words, my lord. They could easily be construed as heresy." Her husband chuckled, standing back up to his full height, and his dark chainmail dyed the colors of House Fortemps gleamed in the daylight filtering in through the bedroom window. 

 

"If appreciating my beloved's beauty is to be considered heresy, then the Fury may take me and my house, for it should be worth the damnation." He turned and strode gracefully from their bedroom, stopping only to allow two small children to pass. Reilene scooped the children into her arms, moving to follow her husband. She trailed his steps to the front door of their estate, where he stopped and turned back to his family. "Mind your mother, Martilioux, Ceilline. I shall return ere the sun rises on the seventh dawn."

 

"Fury be with you, my dear. And hells take the scalekin," Reilene replied, smiling. Her husband leaned down to kiss each one in turn, then stepped out of the door, closing it with a sound thud behind him. Reilene watched the door for a moment before setting her children down, shooing them off to play, and tread softly to the parlor of their estate, where a suit of Temple Knight mail was hung with a gleaming steel lance. Running her hand over the mail, she whispered softly to herself, "Would that I could join you my love. Would that I could fly as my father did."

[Telluride]

With visual!

 

 

 

 

 

 

And *clunk* went the heels of the thick boots on the table as the long figure leaped upon it, and those who had not already looked their way at the tavern keep's introduction were surely drawn to them now.

 

Tanned leather and worn, they were, but not so tanned and toned as the skin of their wearer. The eye that might trace the long boots would follow up the tight trousers of black, creep up the voluminous white blouse, and perhaps linger at the ample bosom that acted as if they would peek out of it, but never quite escaping, not entirely. An amulet of finely treated and carved oak rested above the cleavage, daring the onlooker to take overlong to inspect the arrow-pierced musical note that it portrayed.

 

Then the face would catch attention, open mouthed as if voicing a silent cheer, lips given just a quick touch of gloss, cheeks as tan as hands and arms, with just the hint of weathering that heralds outdoor living. The face was framed by sleek hair, the shade of rich earth, straight but for a hint of wave along its length. Atop the whole was a black hat, wide of brim and pointed of top, set off by a pair of scarlet feathers. She was tall, even for a woman of highland blood, which her pointed features suggested, and leanly muscled, as might befit a messenger, or one who, most likely, walked through fields and paths unnumbered, a survivor.

 

But then she flung her arms wide, left hand clinging tightly to an ornate lute inscribed with filigree of green, drawing eyes all about, as would a starburst to a roomful of Astrologians.

 

"Gentles! Belles and Boys! I am indeed Talia Telluride, and it is my most wonderful privilege, and gift to one and all, to be the most un-humble center of your attention tonight!"

 

She showed teeth with a wide smile, and leaned down, with bent knees, just long enough to stroke the chin of the massive Hellsgard Roegadyn, a man of all bulges and smelling of booze, who crowded the table. His eyes lit up at the touch of the woman's calloused fingers, but went out as she stood up quickly again.

 

"Oh, I do love the big ones! But you didn't come here to see me drape myself over the local lords... not yet, anyway... so let us have a song!"

 

She stomped the table once, and brought the lute before her chest (causing a bit of a grumble among some of the nearby fans), and strummed out an opening note, deep and ribald, as the contralto voice filled the room like a mist.

 

"Over these small clothes, trimmed in lace, I'll slip on my black silk disgrace, cut so low they'll pack the place:

 

I wanna dress... dangerously.

 

I need to be reckless, need to be daring, need to take chances, and tempt my fate;

 

Need to be foolish, need to be to crazy, before it's too late, and I'm past my date.

 

We'll have aldgoat steak and Madjack Rum, with popotoes and harvest plums, so come on, boy, and get you some:

 

I wanna eat.... dangerously

 

I'm just a slave to any desire, and not afraid to play with fire, so come with me and take it higher:

 

I wanna live... dangerously...

 

I wanna eat... dangerously...

 

I wanna love...

 

Dangerously!"

[Leanne]

*Clears throat*

 

Bye mom, bye dad, I'm out to have some adventures!

 

...

 

Aka, Leanne wouldn't change at all. Except her name. It would change to Elliot.

[SM Nick]

Lol at this because currently Nick is genderbent as a female!

 

Anyways Nick stays the same as a female, no different than normal as a male.

[Eses Fafa]

If Eses was genderswapped, he would be straight, and a menace to the female population.

One of five things would happen.

 

1: Eses roams the world, fighting EVIL until he finds the right damsel to keep him tame.

2: Eses dies in that pursuit, because all the damsels are bimbos and fails to find Ms. Right.

3: Eses shacks up with a Keeper, and becomes the househusband due to feminism keepin' the man down...least he gets some, right? ..Right?

4: Eses makes the switch from hero to villain for being a worldwide heartbreaker/harasser.

5: Tiny Fafas everywhere. Ladies, thou hast been warned.

[Jana]

Jana as a male wouldn't have had a very different childhood, still growing up in the Shroud while learning how to hunt, trap, and skin. I imagine adolescence would have been very difficult for... Dina'a with keeper male naming, I guess. Whether he liked men or women, growing up in isolation would lead to him likely having eyes for the first mysterious outsider he sees.

 

As for young adulthood, I think male!Jana would have still made the trip to Ul'dah and begin life as an adventurer (perhaps even more likely since male keepers are supposed to be solitary).

[Miss Gaz]

*is now Gigantic...* "I now have ham Hocks for fists....huh"

[Warren Castille]

Even as the red sun descended over the horizon, Thanalan remained near to broiling. Ul'dah flickered and waved in the distance, heat throwing off the proper distance and making the Jewel seem as a mirage. That didn't stop the group of adventurers, men and women from every race and tribe and land, from ordering themselves in a rough, curving line. Beneath bare and booted feet the dust thirsted for sustenance. Soon the desires of the land would be quenched; Blood sweat and tears would always flow free in the Wash.

 

A highlander woman stood atop a large stone in well-worn black and red chain-and-mail. She eyed the line down one way then the other, one perfectly groomed brow rising at this week's lot of miscreants looking to make a name for themselves.

 

"Let's get one thing out of the way," she said in a loud, clear voice. The idle chatter stopped as attentions turned in the direction of the woman. "Last time was a warning. Next man to outgrow his britches is going to lose a lot more than a hand." The slight curve of her smile said all else that needed to be said and a low, nervous laughter rippled through the menfolk.

 

 

Erin Castille was satisfied with the result. "With that outta the way, then: Welcome to the Grindstone. First rule: No killing..."

[Cynel1]

the only thing would change would be the name

 

Cecilla Fenrir

 

and She would be a bit of a Shrinking Violet.

[Caspar]

Basically no change at all. Virara was raised by someone who didn't see any point in treating her like a person at first, and even given time only treated her as a useful tool and amusing diversion. Her "parent" figure if you could even call her that only ever made Virara feminine looking by tying her hair in pigtails for a certain reason.

 

This also had a lot to do with her mentor's abnormal outlook and history. Such a person comes to a point where anything conventionally "human" feels wrong somehow. Not that she was born that way, mind you.

[TheLastCandle]

I don't think there would be a vast difference, personality-wise. She would be very much a warrior, stoic and proud. She wouldn't be much for makeup or making herself "pretty" in the eyes of men. But she'd have the look of her brothers, dark of hair, eyes the deep blue of storm-tossed seas. She'd be a Navarre.

 

 

(I actually underwent this change for several days before this thread. It was.. different. And fun!)

[Miryn]

He found the young heiress in the garden, sat by the pond with a book in her lap. The air was warm with springtime and Marcus Lecuyer breathed in the heavy scent of flowers as he approached his charge, regretting that the rattle of his mail disturbed the quiet.

 

"Lady Emmalie, your father wished to speak to- Is something the matter?"

 

The frown that graced Emmalie's face as she turned to him was possibly the longest Marcus had ever seen.

 

"Oh, hello. It's nothing, I just..." She paused to fiddle with a curl of dark hair, "I was thinking... You've served by my side for three years now, and I consider you as close as a brother..." She let her hand drop and her expression turned pitiful. "I... I need your advice."

 

Pride and duty swelled within him and Marcus straightened, one hand planting decisively onto the hilt of the sword at his hip. "Of course, my lady. What is it?"

 

Emmalie nodded. She chewed her lip. "The newest squires; there's a red-haired lad among them with a hint of the Brume in his accent. You know the one?"

 

"Reynaud?" Marcus pulled an image of the boy into his mind. He was loud, overly friendly, and had once been accused of stealing a Sohm Al tart from the kitchens but there had been no hard evidence. "What of him?"

 

"We ran into each other yesterday by the fountain. I think he was trying to sneak extra rolls back to the other squires," Marcus bristled, though Emmalie didn't notice, "but he didn't count on running into me. He..."

 

Her frown deepened further and Marcus's mouth twisted itself to match. "Was he disrespectful? He dared speak against-"

 

"No! Nothing like that, he was actually very kind, and I... I just... Marcus, I think I fancy him!"

 

Her declaration stretched into a silence that filled Marcus with cold, iron dread. He blinked. "You what?" he managed to squeeze out.

 

"I'm in love!" The knight's lack of comprehension seemed to stir Emmalie to great passion. "He's just so charming, and funny, and I... I need your advice on how to talk to him. How to get him to return my feelings! You're a man, surely you know what men want from women. What can I offer him?"

 

The chill spread from the top of his head to the tips of his toes. Marcus suddenly felt he'd rather be fighting a dozen wyverns single-handedly than having this conversation.

 

"I, uh, don't know that I'm qualified to-"

 

Emmalie clapped her hands together with such vigor that Marcus jumped. "I know! You're fond of the fig jelly from Jacobus's shop, yes? I'll buy some and give it to him; he'll love it!"

 

Beaming, the young woman wrapped Marcus in a quick hug before she scurried off. She was out of earshot before he found his voice. Instead, he sighed and picked up the tome she'd left behind. The 10 Pillars of Romance was scrawled in golden ink across the cover.

 

"Perhaps a sister would've kept Lady Emmalie better company than me..."

[Kurt S.]

Fem!Kurt Hahahahahaha...

 

Hahahhaaa

 

AHAHAHAHAHAHA.

 

 

JUST SWITCH REALLY SINCE ITS THE SAME PERSON ALREADY ANYWAY. THE ONE WITH THE SPEAR IS KAT.

 

[Marisa]

I imagine I'd get a lot less "Marisa is soooo cute <3" and a lot more "The **** is wrong with you?" From casually stealing things in plain sight, to refusing to wear pants, and everything in between, I feel like boy Marisa wouldn't make it a day before getting his ass kicked by somebody a lot bigger than him.

[Renata Turner]

Eorlan Brynn, the only child of Atla and Olaf Brynn. Their son was the pride and joy of them both, and they doted on him ceaselessly.

 

His father raised him in his own path: a warrior more prone to kill than to kiss, more apt to mug than hug. 

 

When he was 12, his good pal Elijah arrived in the village, carrying Eorlan's unconscious, nearly dead cousin, Renato. But Eorlan was not a healer and so Renato died.

 

 

((yeah no. Glad Eorla and Renata are girls.))

[Hour]

Ser Doric would probably be the same, I mean-- he doesn't have a lot defining him as a 'man' baring his obvious statue, but Roe's are all massive anyway soooooooooooo.

 

Yeah, he'd probably be exactly the same, if not with a different name.

 

What is the feminine version of Doric?

[Melodia]

Mel looked around the Drowning Wench and grunted as he nodded at Baderon. "Another ale, mate." His red hair had been cropped short earlier that day and he sported the sunglasses he enjoyed wearing despite the hour. His clothing was flashy and he enjoyed the attention. He'd often been on the prowl and the ladies walking through at that moment had caught his attention. "I'll be back, friend....keep the drink cool f'r me." Sliding off of the barstool, Mel walked with an air of confidence and as he got close enough he coughed softly, and with a grin, "Well, ladies, you picked the perfect night to pass through here alone....let me buy you a drink."

[cuideag]

 

Dietreich Blackstone likely would have faced more pressure from his family to join the Fists of Rhalgr and might have actually made a decent brawler. Had things gone differently, he might have even become an actual monk. His dedication to the art might not have been so great as his brothers, and of course the King of Ruin had other plans for the temple anyway. Chakra or no, one could still find plenty to fight.

 

He and his family probably would have eventually fled Ala Mhigo, perhaps to settle in with the Resistance in the Shroud. Little Ala Mhigo was a coward's den as far as father was concerned, and his sons would have no part of it, either. So they would put up with the snivelling fools who look down at them in the name of their elementals and work to piece together something to keep them afloat until the day they could return home. Dietreich might have taken up the lance, even, between whatever other jobs he could find: the fist was a true Ala Mhigan art, of course, but there was something just so satisfying about sticking someone with a polearm. And if that someone just happened to be a Garlean, well, that just made it all the better! Hunting Imperials was sure to be a quick way to earn coin and reputation. Maybe someday he'd get it in his head to call himself Grimsong, just so they'd know to be afraid if they ever hear him coming.

[Sylentmana]

Three words: Big Bushy Beard

[Zelmanov]

Probably unchanged, but perhaps due to just a merit of gender his "Dogged, Obsessive Determination" and "Unflinching fearlessness" may just come off as...bitchy. Also, in terms of physicality, Orianna would be more fitting of a highlander female.

 

So far I've seen no lore about women in Ishgard going into the military being unfavorable, especially as a dragoon, so that much doesn't change, especially if she is a woman who seeks honor since her background gives her known within Ishgard.

 

Now, the issue of Orrin's promiscuity being translated across gender lines. I could do a straight translation but when men do it, they are a stud, when women do it, it is viewed less positively. Not saying its right or wrong, just saying that's the way the world is and I do not have the capability to RP in a convincing, positive manner a sexually liberated and powerful woman without it falling apart hilariously. Basically I'd have to give the reigns to someone else.

 

Or I could go the easy route and just make her as fierce a lover of women as Orrin is, problem solved!