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(if you see this from @cashaddictmike's account,
this isn't me, please report that freak.
they have been pretending to be me for months).

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max caulfield, mia, ex-best friend extraordinaire. this artsy motherfucker loves photography more than life itself and definitively more than me. she even uses old instant cameras. it's probably not healthy for anyone to be that stuck in the past, but who am i to tell people how to live their lives? when we were kids, we would dress up like pirates and eat ice cream and write and draw these stupid comic books where we had powers and saved people and shit. then my dad died and her dad got some job north and she moved away to seattle. it was probably the moment when i needed her most, and she bailed. thanks, max, for teaching me that i can't rely on anyone. i mean it. life lesson learned. the worst part is that even though we haven't spoken in months, even though she habitually ignored my texts so much that i just stopped trying, even though i know deep down that she doesn't care about me anymore and that she probably has all new friends up in fucking seattle... i still miss her. if she came back tomorrow and said 'hey chloe, want to dress up like pirates and be stupid together?' i would take her back in a heartbeat. in a heartbeat.2010

it's me again, maximus. another letter to the void that i hope you'll see one day. a day i'll finally tell you how i came back from that memorial to find our room, our things, your graffiti on the bean barn tables... every trace of you as it had been, how i lied to so many people... but kept it together because i knew what it meant... that you hadn't been rewritten. that you had a place here, reserved and waiting. after a while, i remembered what you said... about the way paths would open and close, how you could find your way back if the light was strong enough. so i stopped mourning you, and started living for you. i was determined to shine so fucking bright that mine would be the only door you could possibly choose. i'd be your lighthouse. i loved your ghost. i never stopped. i'm still waiting. your chloe.2016

• would you like to rewind?

work in progress :-)

emeraldine oriault
(the warrior of light)“do i dare disturb the universe?”

age: 23 (time bubble), life expectancy unknownnameday: 18th sun of the 5th umbral moon (oct 18)job:
• ranger (archer + rogue // pre-arr - ew)
• bladecaller (rpr + sam + vpr // post-ew)
• was also taught conjury in pre-arr but it never stuck with herrace: technically a faun
half goat, half-human(but because she's the only one of her kind, people just assume she's some sort of unusual hyur or padjal blessed by the elementals (because of her animalistic features)).physical attributes: 6'0", freckles all over the body,
deep green eyes, shoulder-length ginger hair, darker upper lip, rhinarium, goat legs with ginger fur, wears glassesscars:
over her heart: self-inflicted with an arrow
inside her left hand: inflicted with a dagger for a blood ritual
above her left hand: inflicted by e-sumi-yan's staffmental attributes:
👍: loyal, intellectual, curious, fearless, honest,
👎: argumentative, stubborn, pessimistic, impulsivehomeland: fallgourd float, north shroudlanguage: old elezen, padjali, common eorzean tongue
has a french-like accentassociations: warrior of light (not azem), genesis (title), scions of the seventh dawn, the trivium (the cabinet of curiosities & the hortorium)relationship: cosmically connected & blood sworn to minfilia warde

pre-arr:native of the black shroud, or at least this is what the young woman keeps telling others as an easy way out, the tale surrounding her birth still remains a mystery. she's been told that she was found as a newborn in the depths of the dense eorzean forests by this middle aged duskwight adventurer, tufort oriault, who gradually became both a paternal figure and an archer mentor for the girl.“i remember... your eyes were so green, alike of a precious emerald. thus, emeraldine became your forename.”the padjals quickly noticed the unusual aetherial strength that the infant possessed, and the impact it had on the elementals of the forest, and thus they taught her the arts of conjury. despite showing great success with white magic, the faun girl still preferred wielding the bow.tufort, albeit not exactly fitting the profile of someone who knows how to take care of a child, had to partially settle down from adventuring after finding her, as he thought it would be wiser for someone to be there for her. he quickly became protective, and emeraldine quickly found comfort in him.her own love for adventuring stemmed from the elfin man telling her his own story—and the books written by adventurers all around the source that he was bringing her from time to time after discovering she developed a love for reading.summers and winters passed and tufort became weaker and weaker. the impending calamity did not help the situation, but he assured her that it was his age that was catching up to him, that he was otherwise fine, but it didn't take long that the truth would be revealed; a healer diagnosed him with an incurable illness. emeraldine therefore spent her late teenhood taking care of him, to the dismay of the man, as he was instead encouraging her to focus on her future and maybe eventually leaving the comfort of her home to start adventuring like she told him she wanted to—but she would hear none of that. she picked up on white magic again to assist him with healthcare.his inevitable death was what pushed her, at the age of 23, to leave the black shroud, in all of the naivety of someone who barely left their home, as she was sheltered by the padjals, who were more preoccupied by the aetheric power that she possessed than who she was as a person.she picked up the bow again, in his honor, and this was the start of her adventure. leaving the past behind and facing the new sun.arr & beyond in progress

fun facts:• she loves grilled bugs (to the dismay of literally everyone around her)• her war paint is an tribute to her mentor (they used to draw those on their faces when they play-pretended to be guardians of the forest when she was younger). thanks to aether ink, it's now permanent on her face.• she's an archer, not a bard, and that is because she is literally so musically incompetent• she actually brushes her leg fur• can't flirt to save her life. can't get a clue either (how she ended up with minfilia is a surprise to all...)• she has an awful old elezen (french) accent and it's even worse when she's angry/emotional• she's allergic to chocobos but refuses to admit it to herself (poor arcadia, her feathered best mate)• she's probably autistic (A/N: definitely)

ascilia (minfilia) warde
(the antecedent)“for those we have lost. for those we can yet save.”

what happens when the warrior of light's soul is cosmically connected to yours, across time and space? after a thousand years old of hard work as the mother goddess' emissary, you get brought back. and things have changed. you have to learn what it means to feel alive again.having been brought back after hydaelyn's demise and emeraldine's sacrifice attempt, and then being left behind in sharlayan, confused, as the warrior of light left for ultima thule, without once meeting her gaze, minfilia found herself overwhelmed by the situation. confused, and also angry, believing being brought back diminished the impact of her sacrifice—not knowing the truth behind hydaelyn's true nature, yet.said knowledge also comes with learning about etheirys pre-sundering and thus of the ancient she inherited her soul from; nuntia, a bright, curious amaurotine archivist, sole being to have witnessed the existence of genesis, the goddess of creation, who documented and eventually fell in love with her.but it's part of the past, yet the present isn't so easy either. her limbs and hair faded to white after she came back, including her eyes turning completely solid white, but her physical changes are the least of her worries when she's busy having these new, yet constant disturbing visions of sin eaters consuming her mind—something she has to overcome on her own.but also, in this turmoil of things, there's emeraldine, and the complicated feelings she has for her.because how would face the woman who planted an arrow in her heart in front of the false god that robbed you of your life, in an attempt to bring you back?or how would you deal with knowing the attachment you harbor for the warrior of light is so deep, it dates back to the beginning of time, dozen of millenials ago, where both your souls found each other for the first time?

infos:• she's now 127 years old (time bubble) from her time as the oracle on the first• her body, hair and eyes turning white are due to the long-term exposure to the light• whilst now lacking pupils, her vision remains the same, but it does give her the ability to percieve sin eaters despite being on the source, where they would normally not exist at all• as she gets acquainted with her visions of sin eaters, she realizes she can interact with them and later attune to them to control them• she has now a custom combat class titled 'priestess of light', a magical dps-oriented class that utilizes a staff, harnessing the ability to control sin eaters. the priestess of light can summon sin eaters to aid in battle.
(TLDR; a mix of SMN, WHM and BLM, basically... /shrugs)• she developed the echo when she was 12—shortly after the death of her father—not 17.(A/N: as you can tell, while most of what we have in canon stays similar, the rest of her story—as i'd like to call 'post-wotm'—is heavily OC-ified. since the devs can't be bothered with her, i'll treat her right!

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genesis
(the goddess of creation)“creatio ex nihilo.”

originally unknown to the warrior of light, genesis is later discovered to be emeraldine's original form; an ancient who happened to be the fallen goddess of life & creation—the mother of all ancients. it is through a mysterious book that emeraldine learns of her existence, written by a certain nuntia, an amaurotine archivist with a familiar soul—who she seemed to have arbored feelings for the divine being.emeraldine's pessimistic, antitheistic personality first refuses to acknowledge any of those writings as genuine, until she starts getting visions of a past she doesn't remember; a past that doesn't seem to be hers, but it is.she gets tangled in a story of a once-was lonely goddess—who decided to live a simple life as a mortal after falling in love with one of her creations.then the final days rolled out, and genesis, now reduced to walk among mankind, unable to prevent nor avoid her lover and her's demise, perished in the apocalyptic event.the nature of her existence, however, allowed her soul to be spared from the sundering. she then reincarnated into a new body thousands of years later as emeraldine oriault, nuntia, on the other hand, had her soul split into fourteen shards. her reflection residing on the source became minfilia warde.

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nuntia
(the messenger)“the truth is above all.”

being one of amaurot's most dedicated archivists, nuntia mostly worked behind a desk all day, recording information that would help future generations on etheirys. her work would eventually lead her to often assist azem when they'd come back from traveling and keep track of their findings. she first started working for azem when venat was still holding the seat, and thus a friendship quickly developed between the two.because of the nature of her work, she strongly believed information should be easily accessible and public, to the dismay of some members of the convocation, however, there was one important secret she was forced to keep to herself.during an emergency work trip, the current azem asked nuntia to wait for them in the outskirts of amaurot, as they would soon come back, having gathered interesting information for the archivist to record. it was night time, she was alone and everything was quiet, the city being way past her at this point. she was surrounded by tall trees and the moon glowing above her.this is when she first saw genesis, the goddess of creation, first presenting herself as a vague shadow figure. not showing a sign of fear—moreso curiosity, she approached the strange being, asking them “what can you be?” out loud.for once since the beginning of existence, one of genesis' creations was able to see her, against all odds. and she understood her too, as nuntia clearly recognized the words: “i'll help you remember”.over the course of the next few months, what started as a casual meeting with azem for work-related reasons turned into regular secret meetings with someone who claims to be the goddess responsible for every creation—life and death, on etheirys, and whose very existence has somehow escaped everyone's minds for some unexplainable reason.but it wasn't possible, was it? of something—anything not being documented.it was her responsibility to make genesis' existence known to all. the convocation would want to know this... if only this was this simple. if only the idea of a mortal falling for a god wasn't part of the equation, and if only she wasn't trying to convince her to leave godhood to be with her and live together, which would potentially endanger the state of the star.

it wasn't until decades later that the final days hit etheirys, and because genesis chose love over godhood, she became but a mere mortal, therefore losing the ability to control the state of the star and thus was helpless to what was coming.plagued by a mix of guilt for being selfish enough to convince genesis to leave godhood to be with her and indirectly causing all this to happen—and the admiration she bore for venat from working with her for so many years, she accepted her request in sacrificing herself to summon hydaelyn. despite genesis' attempts in convincing her to not go with the plan, refusing to let her go, nuntia still left genesis behind and walked to her death.

like most ancients, nuntia did not survive the sundering, and her soul was split in 14 parts. her shard residing on the source became minfilia warde, while her shard residing on the first became the very first reincarnated oracle. the identities and whereabouts of the of the other shards remain unknown.

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