PRESENT

Contemplative, gloomy, white hot. Gracile
as a silhouette against the blizzard's wall.

An unextraordinary man at first glance and, at first, divisive. Needless in his conviction as he presents as perhaps disinterested, and genuinely rude; patronising and blunt, Faelaine's way with others is brittle.In the most secret ways, he enjoys the temptation of gentle humours and the more jovial company of others in friends and shallow lovers. A bit of an attention seeker for simple praises but with a terse and cruel sense of person.Of course, he's a suspicious creature. Frail and brooding and easily offended and whose grudges and complaints would outlast decades. But not without the humanity to whisper with those willing- so steadfast but, just a bit, lonely.The repute of his family holds his interest by a thread beside others, tired and wanting of resolution. Revolution: the former knight tied between escape and fatigue at the nation's forgiveness for its sins, not lent to her blood of old.It is perhaps awkward- even uninviting, the scars on his face suggest. Being forgotten as a relic of past crimes for friends to lay with dragons in the present seems such a thoughtful thing after so long.

FAELAINE DE XAVALIEN | 35 YEARS OLD | 6'5 | BISEXUAL | ISHGARDIAN

PAST

THEY DANCED THROUGH THE DAY AND INTO THE NIGHT
THROUGH THE SNOW THAT SWEPT THROUGH THE HALL

The lesser house of Xavalien, dirty as its crest was under melting snow, was a power risen and gone within a moon and hidden by the Calamity's dust. A minor house who pledged to Fortemps and lived as a militaristic family for a few generations. Its sole son before the end of the war enjoyed an upbringing as plain and lonely as most in the Pillars.And then again redeemed as a squire to a knight of Fortemps, where he would experience Coerthas' stretching mountains and rotten fields for years to come. His resenting matriarch, in heresy and doubt, let him free towards a tumultuous father who barely knew the boy. Faelaine met him in the Highlands within months, the man knighted as a Knights Dragoon as his father was a time before then, and beseeched fleeting inspiration to his intrepid son before being killed on the front weeks later.His was the sole misfortune between his and his mother's deaths, Faelaine's career unremarkable for the next several years: swearing into the Temple Knights and nurturing a reputation a step above immemorable. The Dragoons followed, exemplary circumstances offering him a dead man's place. His mother brooded at home until she was put down by the Inquisition and Faelaine's reputation plummeted under the frail contempt of gossip.As one of Halone's, his litany was briefest. He lived a few weeks' assaults before he was finally taken to the chirurgeons, death held in-hand until after the song's conclusion.Siding with the church at the end of all, though, his unit resigned or were removed. In no shape to fight, Faelaine took to self-made work under false pretences and eventually disappeared from Ishgard entirely under the gentle contention of a dragon's wings. [5.4]

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MEN & LIVES

i'm what's left when children go to war

Tinnitus, migraines, breaks, and tears ail him under duty's sash. He is, in a way, cracked. But not yet broken from tiding with the modern republic through all of his resentment: being wilful that he is certain he may continue to exist without war. Diplomacy and the gluttony of others' leisure lay waiting in the present and he is simply stubborn to love.
Amongst few connections nowadays, averse to the normalcy of nobility's responsibility, Faelaine is rather queer and could be fooled at first as, in fact, knowing no one at all._{ISHGARDIAN ORTHODOX CHURCH} ———————————————————- _{[ STARVING ]}
Halone, life and love and breath, expunged him for months and years of his convictions and reprisals. Bled him of sin and the anxiety to step forwards under a strange father's shadow- he thought. A font run dry into a tundra and with his men he became another of Halone's forgotten. The end of the war left him sceptical and wanting; furious and asking, and frustrated with the new Church._{HOUSE FORTEMPS} ————————————————————————-- _{[ QUESTIONING ]}
His father's unconditional surrender was once to the generous house of Fortemps, his own so mire that their accomplishments quarrelled in war; he had had barely a talent for anything else. Faelaine's mother struck the family into scandal and guilt after the former Baron's death and they were dismissed by the Fortemps' favour, leaving Faelaine ashamed and with barely the reputation to repair his dignity so easily.

HOOKS

sweet nothings are screamed, not spoken

_{ISHGARDIAN ORTHODOX CHURCH} Has a long history with the Church, always playing fool and worshipper. He has had a few of his own chaplains privately or otherwise, always doting on his priests with ailments of the mind or more obscure problems. Verily, as many from the Dragoons, he was seldom spared from his share, left cynical and traumatised._{THE INQUISITION} His relationship with the Inquisition is muddled, stirring somewhere between expectance and languid denial. He reconciles a callous affection with them for what they've done but pretends he doesn't care. The passing of time begets healing and forgetfulness, but perhaps not so for familial infamy nor any who he might know by name._{THE CONGREGATION & DRAGOONS} His family shares a storied past with the Dragoons and the Knights and, since squiredom, gossip and the despair of romance always tired at evading him. He forged mithril bonds amongst his compatriots and even those not with the ranks and yet struggled to remain in intimate touch with the ones who survived._{HERESY, LOYALTY} Disillusioned and untrusting of his masters after the happenings at the Vault, he grieves Ishgard's peace while he languishes in misunderstanding and aggravated instinct. This is insofar as finding insult in forgiveness, left behind by anger and grief. He would meet with and see his cynical ways confronted by the new generation's loyalists._BIRTHRIGHT Nobility all but renounced, Faelaine nonetheless witnessed a childhood better than most and once held fast to several political companionships and court-mates.

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_DRAGONS A cloud of swilling red to his mind's eye, he wears their brand loudly on his body- difficult to comprehend them otherwise and bred to fear them. One of man's greatest horrors beside himself, Faelaine's throat tightens and his hands clamp up at the thought of these creatures- but therein lies always an exception._{GRIDANIAN FAIRYTALES} Curiously entrenched in the Twelveswood's affairs for someone who can eloquate very little about them. Has a specific fascination with the lonely halls of Gelmorra and a lust for indulgence of the far-away tales of the fairy kings of old._{ART AND LIBERTY} A guilty enjoyer of lust and leisure in arts and music- but isn't very good at either. An admirer nonetheless in the creatively-inclined and easily in love with the small delights of what man's mind can conjure. It's as so that merely rebelling against the Church's word makes for exciting play with a willing companion._{UNFORUTNATE CIRCUMSTANCES} Following the trend of most retired or unwanted knights, he became an Errant briefly and sold himself to even obscure jobs. To his shame, he has met with and worked alongside many enough of the nameless of Coerthas; even criminals.

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i've been trying to fix my pride

₁₈₊ I regularly indulge dark themes, including violence, sex etc. and will not RP with anyone under 18 or anyone who's weird about mature themes. ^{will only write erp with friends.}
Exceptions for this are usually extreme or generally degenerate kinks. Feel free to discuss with me._{IC ≠ OOC} IC and OOC are completely separate things, and so are most canons and relationships. I do multiship and my characters do interact in different AUs.

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