CHUI'S XIV CHARACTERS

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NAOKI USUI

"May Azim be my guiding and my heart the judge"

WARRIOR OF LIGHT - AU RA | XAELA | HE / HIMNaoki was born in the Azim Steppe into the Chongol tribe. Loosing his parents at a very young age he was adopted and raised by the Oronir. His echo awoke, together with an unstoppable wanderlust. Leaving the Steppe to become an adventurer.

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KOUKI JIRO

"Put a little more pep in your step, Adventure awaits!"

Unfading Smile - VIERA | RAVA | HE / HIMA Rava Viera from the far Golmore Jungle that left his own clan to expierence greater freedom in his life. Starting his journey in the far east, Kugane where he learns the joy of dancing for entertainment. His journey leads him to Limsa, where he learns how to use his dances for selfdefence and starting to work as a mercenary. Hoping to find many new adventures like this.

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CEVILIA URLEAUX

"Louisoix saw something in me. I’m still deciding if he was right or simply hopeful."

VOID WITCH - ELEZEN | WILDWOOD | SHE / THEYStudent of Baldesion, an Archon and working very close in the past with Minfilia. A company leader that assures their members the best jobs and good and stable income in the guild bank. Not greatly seen in Sharlayan due to past studies, she prefers to hold this things more secret now and shares those only with the closest of people.

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LOVRO AVESNA

"I often catch myself ... wondering why it hasn't been me"

THE QUEENS GUARD - HROTHGAR | HELION | HE / HIMA Hrothgar trained for the military. Fighting at the fronts of several wars (Including Bozja) for years and trying his best to protect what is dear to him. Priding himself in his skills but having a lot of lingering regrets and insecurities beyond his caring nature. Earning his trust is a challenge not everyone is up to.

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Zoran Ratyash

"Cleave Him to the Brisket, Dead Men Tell No Tales"

THE JOLLY THUNDER OF THE SEA - ROEGADY/HROTHGAR | SEAWOLF/LOST | HE / HIMSon of Lutomis, a well known pirate and close friend of Hyllfyr Faezmoensyn, Zoran too follows the way of piracy. Leading his own little crew after having several differences with the views of Hyllfyr, he moved close to work with Merlwyb instead. Offering his strenghts and skills to companies connected to Limsa for a good price.

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Loonh amih

"Life is tough, darling. But so am I"

A SONG UPON A WIND - MIQO'TE | SEEKER OF SUN/KEEPER OF MOON | SHE / HERA Miqo'te from the lost part of the "M" tribe. Leaving it before Garlemald strikes and learning how to survive alone for a while before finding a new home in Peering Stones discovering the other half of her tribe.

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Naoki Usui

T R I V I A

◦ Adopted into the Oronir
↳ originally from the Chongol clan
◦ Has several scars on his body and displaced scales
↳ his scales do not regrow correctly because of a hereditary scale disease
◦ Light sensetive eyes after ShB
↳ wears shades most of the time because of that
◦ Very fast learner
◦ Doesn't know personal space | Is a rather touchy person
◦ The great serpent of Ronka never leaves his side

P E R S O N A L I T Y

On first glance, Naoki looks like someone you'd want to avoid; tall, imposing, and carrying a sharp-eyed intensity that makes people instinctively take a step back. But the moment he opens his mouth, the illusion cracks. He's warm, effortlessly charming, and somehow always knows exactly what to say to put people at ease. His smile disarms; his presence reassures.Naoki is the kind of person who naturally steps forward when others hesitate. Confident to a fault, he radiates a quiet conviction that makes others want to follow him. He wants to be the one others can count on. The perfect hero. The unshakable friend. The reliable leader. And that desire drives everything he does.But beneath the bold confidence lies a vulnerability he rarely lets anyone see. When things go wrong, even if it's outside his control, Naoki shoulders the blame like it's his duty. He’s too hard on himself, convinced that if he were just a little stronger, a little faster, a little better, it could’ve all turned out differently.Naoki has a habit of overestimating what he can take on. He trusts easily, sometimes too much, and tries to see the good in everyone. He’s pushy at times, too eager to help or fix things that may not be his to fix, but his intentions always come from a good place.He’s not perfect. But he tries hard to be.

B A C K S T O R YNaranbaatar's small family once lived a quiet, isolated life on the vast Azim Steppe, wandering alone without the protection or company of a tribe. It was common for their tribe, the Chongols, to split up into smaller groups and familys and be on their own. Only meeting up for big celebrations with the rest every few years. That solitude was shattered one day when his father, through a grave misjudgment, provoked Girimekhala. A monstrous and giant mammoth. The beasts responded with devastating force, completely destroying their camp.Only Naranbaatar and his baby brother, Khagatai, survived the tragedy. Left alone in the unforgiving wilderness, Naranbaatar took it upon himself to care for his younger brother. The two endured the harshness of the Steppe together, surviving on grit and instinct until the Oronir tribe discovered them.Recognizing the fighting spirit within the brothers, the Oronir took them in. There, they met Magnai, who was close to their age. The three boys quickly became inseparable. More like true brothers than mere companions, even if they spent half their time bickering or getting into trouble.The trio trained together daily, pushing each other to grow stronger. Naranbaatar and Khagatai, in particular, had a knack for stirring up chaos. Like the time an entire camp was wrecked because he decided to taunt a Mammoth, perhaps in a misguided act of vengeance.Years passed, and when the time came to choose a new leader for the Oronir, Naranbaatar was among the candidates. But leadership did not call to him. Now a grown man, he yearned for something else. A life of adventure. Unbeknownst to him, his Echo was soon to awaken.As he set out from the Steppe to forge his own path, he chose to take a new name. After hearing others stumble over “Naranbaatar” over and over again, he adopted a simpler name. Naoki Usui.Naoki's journey eventually led him overseas to Eorzea, where he finally joined the Adventurers' Guild. It didn’t take long for him to make a name for himself, catching the attention of Cevilia, who offered him a place in her Free Company.Through this new connection, Naoki had the chance to meet and join the Scions of the Seventh Dawn. Over time, he rose to prominence as the Warrior of Light, earning respect and recognition across the realm. Along the way, he also met those who would become his closest friends and, in time, the love of his life.

Helios was a vibrant and imaginative soul, constantly seeking new ideas to fuel the art of creation magic. His experiments often gave rise to powerful beings. Some born of intention, others the result of 'happy accidents'. At least that's what he liked to call them. He was most often seen alongside Dionysus, with whom he shared the convocation seat of Azem would eventually fall deeply in love. He just loved to try make that stoic beauty laugh.When the end of days drew near, Helios made a solemn promise to Dio: no matter the world, no matter the universe, he would always find his way back to him.

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To Naoki, Tuguslar was larger than life, an unstoppable force with a booming laugh, an ever-present grin, and a fearless spark in his eyes. Reckless at times, sure, but always a fierce protector of his family. Naoki idolized him, hanging on his every word, trying to walk in his footsteps even when they were too big to fill. Tuguslar taught him courage, strength, and the importance of standing tall, no matter the odds. Though his time with his father was cut far too short, Tuguslar’s spirit lives on in Naoki’s heart, shaping the man he strives to be.

Naoki’s bond with his mother, Bayarmaa, runs deep. She was a fierce, strong-willed woman. Sharp-tongued, steady-handed, and never one to back down. On the outside, she was tough as the Steppe itself, but Naoki knew the softness she kept hidden: the gentle warmth in her eyes, the quiet way she protected her family. He admired her strength and often tried to emulate it, even now. Bayarmaa kept their chaotic little world in balance, especially reining in her wild-hearted husband. Naoki loved her deeply, and her memory continues to guide him.

Naoki and Kenji are brothers not just by blood, but by unbreakable bond. Having survived the loss of their parents together and the harshness of the Steppe, their relationship is built on shared pain, deep trust, and unwavering loyalty. Naoki has always felt responsible for Kenji’s safety and growth, while Kenji quietly looks up to him as a guide and protector. They understand each other without needing words. They fight side by side, back each other without question. Naoki deeply respects Kenji’s quiet strength, loyalty, and resilience, but no matter how capable Kenji becomes, Naoki will always see him as his little brother. Protective to a fault, Naoki is quick to step in if he senses trouble, whether Kenji needs it or not.

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Naoki and Magnai share a bond forged in childhood, they grew up as brothers under the banner of the Oronir. Despite their clashing personalities, Naoki's warmth and humility against Magnai's pride and intensity, the two pushed each other to grow stronger, both as warriors and as men. Naoki respects Magnai’s strength and conviction, even if he rolls his eyes at his arrogance. Magnai, in turn, values Naoki's loyalty, even if he’ll never admit it out loud. They argue often, compete constantly, but their bond runs deep. In the end, they are brothers.

A classic case of opposites attract. Naoki was drawn to Chi from the very start, not just by charm, but by something deeper. Because Naoki grew up with the Oronir, he believed he saw his Nhaama in Chi: the one destined for him, a guiding moon to his sun. Chi, however, had no idea what that meant and wanted nothing to do with the overly persistent Xaela who kept calling him “adoring”. But over time, Naoki’s warmth wore down his walls. Now married, they are each other’s greatest strength and weakness. Fiercely loyal, they want nothing more than to protect one another.

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Kouki Jiro

T R I V I A

◦ Has a thick accent
◦ Trouble to read/write Eorzean
↳ fluent in Hingan and Ravan language
◦ Ambidextrous
◦ Superstitious
◦ Very good with Herbalism
↳ learned it back at his clan in his hunter days
◦ Owns a Skink named Baldur

P E R S O N A L I T Y

Kouki is a burst of energy wrapped in a constant smile. A natural optimist who seems to carry enough sunshine for everyone around him. Always the first to cheer someone up or lend a kind word, his presence has a way of making even the darkest days feel lighter. Bubbly, emotional, and full of life, Kouki wears his heart on his sleeve and finds it easy to make friends wherever he goes. He opens up quickly, sometimes oversharing without realizing it, but his honesty and warmth make it hard not to like him.Endlessly curious, Kouki has a genuine love for learning. Whether it’s new skills, different cultures, or unfamiliar ideas, he dives in with open arms and wide eyes. At first glance, he might come across as naive or a bit childish in his wonder, but those who spend time with him soon realize there’s much more beneath the surface. Kouki is deeply thoughtful. Sometimes to a fault. Often turning things over in his mind long after a moment has passed.While he exudes confidence on the outside, behind that bright smile live quiet insecurities: doubts about the choices he’s made, worries about whether people truly like him, and a silent hope that he’s doing enough. Still, he chooses to face the world with warmth, joy, and open-hearted resilience, even when the weight of it all gets heavy.Still, he faces the world with warmth and resilience, choosing light even when shadows linger.

B A C K S T O R YRauor Rehw-Setlas was born into a secluded Viera tribe deep within the Golmore Jungle, one composed solely of women and bound by ancient customs. When it became clear that he was male, tradition dictated his departure. Sent away to join a nomadic all-male Viera tribe that roamed the wilds, living by the hunt and their own strict ways.Within his new tribe, Rauor quickly earned a reputation as a skilled and capable hunter. His sharp instincts and natural charisma made him well-liked. Perhaps too well-liked. He rarely speaks of it, that popularity eventually led to complications he prefers to leave in the past.As the years passed, so too did Rauor’s patience for the rigid structure and unspoken rules of his people. Feeling stifled and yearning for a life of his own choosing, he made the difficult decision to leave the tribe behind.On his journey eastward, Rauor crossed paths with another wandering Viera named Yrjan Qufiswesfv (Deucalion Thalas), a meeting that would become a turning point in his life. The two quickly grew close, bonded by shared experiences and a mutual desire to carve out a different path from the one they were given. Even though they were so different from each other. Together, they traveled for some time, supporting and learning from one another as they made their way across unfamiliar lands. Their friendship was deep, if quietly spoken, and though their paths eventually diverged when Rauor reached Kugane.In Kugane, he chose a new name: Kouki Jiro. Though he had little love for the traditions he grew up with, he honored the Vieran custom of renaming oneself upon leaving the Wood. His new name reflected not only his new home, but his desire to step into a life defined by freedom.Kouki spent a quiet yet formative chapter of his life in Kugane, working and residing at the Bokairo Inn. The bustling city, with its blend of elegance and energy, became a place of healing and self-discovery. During this time, Kouki crossed paths with a Xaela traveler named Kenji. A kindred spirit whose calm demeanor balanced Kouki’s bright energy. The two quickly became close friends.As they shared stories and dreams, Kenji confided in Kouki his plans to journey west to Limsa Lominsa in search of his brother. Intrigued by the thought of crossing the sea and stepping foot on another continent, Kouki felt a familiar pull of curiosity and longing. With little hesitation and a heart full of wonder, he decided to accompany Kenji on the voyage.Once in Limsa Lominsa, Kouki registered with the Adventurers' Guild, eager to explore, learn and grow. It wasn’t long before he found himself welcomed into a Free Company led by Cevilia, a decision that would shape his journey in ways he never expected.

Achelois was a gentle and compassionate soul, known for their quiet dedication in the phytobiology wing of Akadaemia Anyder. As a devoted researcher of the Words of Halmarut, they spent much of their time tending personally to the fungi and plant life, an act not of duty, but of genuine joy. Whispers among their peers suggest they shared a rare closeness with one of the warders of the Pandaemonium.

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Gentle, graceful, and endlessly caring, she was his first source of comfort and love. As a child, Kouki was incredibly close to her. Clinging to her warmth and kindness in a world that often felt distant. Their forced separation when he was sent away from the village remains one of Kouki’s most painful memories, a quiet ache he still carries. Though they haven’t seen each other in years, he thinks of her often with love and longing. To Kouki, Silval is home, a piece of his heart he had to leave behind.

Einar, a charming wanderer with no interest in settling down, was only a brief presence in Kouki’s early life, visiting a handful of times while Kouki still lived among the female Viera. As a result, Kouki doesn’t know him well enough to feel close, but not enough to hold resentment either. Their relationship is neutral at best, more like strangers connected by blood than family. While Kouki carries quiet curiosity about his father, he’s never relied on Einar emotionally and has long since learned to seek connection elsewhere.

Kouki and Deu share a strong, brother-like bond built on trust, respect, and deep understanding. Despite their differences, Kouki’s emotional warmth and Deu’s guarded independence, they balance each other perfectly. Kouki brings light and encouragement, while Deu offers grounding and sharp wit. They often bicker like siblings, pull each other into harmless chaos, and quietly look out for one another. Deu sets boundaries, and Kouki respects them, strengthening their connection. Their dynamic is effortless, rooted in shared history and mutual growth. They may be opposites, but together, they’ve become chosen family.

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Kouki and Kenji share a quiet, steady friendship built on deep trust and mutual respect. Kouki, ever-curious and emotionally open, was instantly drawn to Kenji’s calm, protective nature during their time in Kugane. In turn, Kenji, despite his intimidating appearance, found comfort in Kouki’s warmth and sincerity. Kouki feels safe with Kenji, physically and emotionally and often seeks his presence when the world feels too loud. While Kenji isn’t always quick to understand Kouki’s emotions or jokes, he always shows up when it matters.

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Kouki and Usun share a curious, somewhat awkward dynamic. While they’re not unfriendly, their personalities tend to clash. Usun’s boundless energy and constant cheer sometimes overwhelm Kouki, who isn't always in the mood for nonstop chatter or unfiltered enthusiasm. Kouki doesn’t dislike him, but he often finds himself unsure how to respond to Usun’s intensity. There’s a mutual respect between them, and Kouki recognizes the kindness in Usun’s heart, even if they don’t always connect naturally. Their relationship is still developing, occasionally offbeat with the potential to grow stronger as they learn to navigate each other’s quirks.

Lovro Avesna

T R I V I A

◦ Used to be a medic at the Bozjan Front
↳ still works out regularly like he would still be in military
◦ His body is littered in scars
◦ Possesses an unusual big amount of aether
◦ Enjoys to wind down with fishing or knitting

P E R S O N A L I T Y

Stoic and towering, Lovro is a Hrothgar who carries the weight of silence like armor. A seasoned judge, his presence alone commands attention, not through force or volume, but through the stillness of his gaze and the gravity of his words, when he chooses to speak at all.Though few would call him warm at first glance, Lovro’s heart is very much alive beneath the stone. He is the kind of soul who remembers your silence as much as your words, who stands beside you without needing to be asked. A quiet judge, but also a quiet protector.Lovro is slow to trust and even slower to open up. He does not give his heart freely, but when he does, it is with a depth and devotion that is unshakeable. He does not seek praise, nor does he shirk responsibility. If something goes wrong, his first instinct is to search for fault within himself rather than cast blame on others. This self-critical nature stems from a past shadowed by depression and lingering self-doubt. Wounds he bears in silence, long scarred over but never fully healed.Despite his inner battles, Lovro is no fool to emotion. He is honest to a fault, unwilling to manipulate or deceive even when the truth cuts deep. His mind is sharp and strategic, capable of seeing all angles of a situation before making a decision. He weighs justice with wisdom, knowing that every verdict carries weight.

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Cevilia Urleaux

T R I V I A

◦ Student of Baldesion and an Archon
◦ Known for controversial studies
◦ Formed a Free Company to help the Scions
↳ is the leader of the FC, but works mostly in the background
◦ Inside her clockwork lantern lives a voidsent
◦ Has small horns caused by a summoning incident
◦ Tendency to mysophobia - wears gloves for it

P E R S O N A L I T Y

Cevilia is the kind of person people depend on, though not always comfortably. She’s sharp, strategic, and reliable. The person who gets things done no matter what. From the outside, she exudes a cool detachment: emotionally composed, calculating, and often unreadable. She doesn’t waste words on pleasantries and rarely shows vulnerability, giving her a reputation for being distant or even intimidating. She’s not afraid to bend the truth if it serves a larger goal. White lies are simply tools in her toolkit, as are charm, silence, and cold logic. While she’s not malicious, she’s not sentimental either. She believes in results, not intentions.Highly intelligent and intellectually curious, Cevilia is driven by a hunger to understand how things work. She’s a relentless learner and an even more relentless planner. Every move she makes is measured and intentional, guided by logic, research, and an uncanny ability to spot patterns and inconsistencies. Details don’t slip past her. She sees what others miss and uses it to her advantage.Brutally honest when needed, she doesn’t sugarcoat feedback and expects the same in return. She holds herself and others to high standards, often flirting with perfectionism. That makes her a critical thinker, a demanding person, but also someone whose approval, once earned, actually means something.In short, Cevilia is the mind in the room that people underestimate at their own peril: cold to the touch, but warm at the core. If you know where to look that is.

B A C K S T O R Y
Born within the hallowed libraries and marble halls of Old Sharlayan, Cevilia was a child prodigy raised not with affection, but expectation. Among the Elezen elite, she stood apart. Not for her charm or diplomacy, but for the cold brilliance of her mind. Logic was her compass, knowledge her currency. Where others found comfort in tradition or companionship, she found purpose in understanding.Among her early readers was Louisoix Leveilleur himself, who recognized in her writing a clarity and danger that few scholars dared to express. Her theses of the Void drew cautious admiration and private concern. Rather than dismissing her work, Louisoix did something unexpected: he reached out. Not to tame her thinking, but to guide it.The two clashed often. Louisoix’s warm pragmatism at odds with her cold rationalism. But he remained convinced that her insight would be invaluable to the world one day. It was he who first proposed her as a candidate for Archon, much to her irritation.Cevilia initially refused, calling the title a "ceremonial distraction", but Louisoix pressed. He understood that the Archon mark was not merely symbolic, it was access to restricted knowledge, to sealed records, to the inner circles where real decisions were made. She finally accepted eventually.When the red moon Dalamud split and fell, and Louisoix Leveilleur vanished in a flash of light and fire, the realm wept. Cevilia did not. She returned to her chambers in Sharlayan, closed the doors, and resumed her work in silence.But grief has many forms, and Cevilia’s was sharp and surgical. Louisoix had been more than a mentor, he was the only mind she had ever allowed close enough to challenge hers without hostility. He believed not only in her intellect, but in her capacity to use it well. She never admitted it to anyone, but his loss unmoored her more deeply than she understood at the time.In the wake of his death, the Scions of the Seventh Dawn rose quickly from the ashes of the Circle of Knowing. Their aims were noble. Their actions were bold. But to Cevilia, their path felt reactionary and overly emotional. Too tangled in idealism. She offered her insights when asked. She respected their bravery. But she did not follow.She watched as Alisaie and Alphinaud struggled under the weight of legacy and expectation. Cevilia kept a respectful distance. Offering counsel in rare, private moments but never inserting herself. She had no desire to become a surrogate or a symbol of anything. Louisoix’s legacy was not hers to carry, and certainly not to perform.In time, Cevilia relocated to Limsa Lominsa, where she formally registered her own Free Company. Though she often found herself at odds with the Scions, she had no desire to see their mission fail. Despite their differences, she recognized the value of their cause and the gaps they could not fill alone.Before long, her organization became one of the Scions’ most reliable and formidable allies and that not only because one of her members turned out to be the WOL.

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Before the Sundering, Kharon stood as one of Elpis’s quiet sentinels, guiding the passage between creation and oblivion. Stoic, brilliant, and feared for her cold clarity, she was the only soul Hermes allowed close enough to see the fractures forming beneath his compassion. When the skies of Amaurot turned red and despair was given form, she chose to stay. Not to save the world, but to hold him one last time.

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Zoran Ratyasch

T R I V I A

◦ Has a very high tolerance towards alcohol
◦ Wears an eye patch because he wants to spare others the unsightly sight of his almost blind eye
◦ Leviathan is responsible for most of his scars and his eye
◦ Has a pet parrot called "Pepo"
◦ Needs reading glasses

P E R S O N A L I T Y

Zoran is a towering figure of a man. His laugh, deep, thunderous, and uncontainably hearty. Often rolls across a ship's deck like a stormfront, shaking timbers and lifting spirits alike. With a tankard in one hand and a twinkle in his eye, he’s the life of the crew, always ready with a tale, a toast, or a flirtatious wink.Earnest to his core, Zoran means what he says, even when it comes wrapped in charm and mischief. He’s a sweet talker with a silver tongue, smooth as rum and just as intoxicating. His flirtation is warm, playful, and generous. Never cruel, never calculated. He makes everyone feel like the most important person in the room, even if only for a moment.But beneath the laughter and layered compliments lies a heart that's a little more guarded than it seems. Zoran is fiercely loyal, the kind of man who would stand in front of a cannon for his crewmates. But ask him to talk about his own heart, and he'll dodge the question with a grin or a joke. He's terrified of true intimacy, of letting someone in far enough to hurt him. Maybe it's because he’s been burned before, or maybe it’s because he doesn’t quite believe he’s worthy of that kind of connection.To most, Zoran is a jolly giant, the pirate with a booming voice and a generous spirit. But those who look closer might catch the flicker of hesitation in his eyes when things get too real. A quiet storm beneath the waves.

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Loonh Amih

T R I V I A

◦ Originates from the wiped out part of the "M" tribe
↳ was banished from it before the attack for nearly killing her Nunh
◦ Has two scars in her face from a knife attack of said Nunh
◦ Made working out her hobbie for better survival
◦ She is a trained Bard, she is also really good with knifes
◦ Always hides atleast two knifes somewhere in her clothes

P E R S O N A L I T Y

Loonh is a force of nature wrapped in quiet confidence. She doesn’t need to raise her voice or prove herself, her presence does the talking. Sharp-minded and self-reliant, she’s built her strength from experience, and there’s little in this world that can shake her. She’s the kind of woman people naturally look to for guidance, the steady hand in chaos, the one who always seems to have it figured out, even when she’s making it up as she goes.She’s got a gift for words. Smooth, clever, and always a step ahead in conversation. Loonh can talk her way through a locked gate or out of a corner with ease, but it’s never manipulation; she simply knows how to read people and say what needs to be said. She’s painfully honest, sometimes too honest and she won’t bend the truth for comfort or convenience. Her pride keeps her head high and her boundaries firm. She knows her worth, and she doesn’t let anyone forget it.Still, for all her strength and fire, Loonh has a side most never see. Warm, gentle, quietly nurturing. To those she lets in close, she’s the kind of person who remembers the little things, who listens more than she speaks, who gives her heart in ways that don’t always need words. Her smile is rare, but when it shows, it’s disarming. Doft, genuine, and full of the kind of kindness that lingers.Loonh is built of grit, grace, and guarded tenderness. A protector, a challenger, and a quiet light for those lucky enough to be close.

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Kharon

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S T O R Y

Long before the Sundering cleaved the world into fragments, there lived an Ancient whose presence lingered in the quiet places of Elpis. Kharon, they called her a being of solemn wisdom and quiet precision. She did not create grand beasts or manipulate the sea of souls with flair. Her duty was subtler: to observe, to judge, and to decide when a creation had reached its end.Where others saw death as an ending, Kharon saw it as a passage. A threshold between states of being, as necessary as breath, as sacred as creation itself. She believed in balance, not mercy. In endings, not sentiment. Her colleagues called her cold. Those who knew her better, fewer still, knew she was simply honest.Only Hermes, the melancholic overseer of Elpis, ever dared to challenge her convictions or match her silences. He, the dreamer who questioned the cruelty of their perfection. She, the realist who accepted its cost.Their minds clashed like storms on still water. Heated debates over ethics, purpose, and the futility of their roles. Yet somewhere in that unyielding rhythm, a bond formed. Not fragile. Not sweet. But something like love, shaped by mutual respect and quiet loneliness. In each other, they found the only soul capable of standing in their shadow without flinching.

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During the cataclysm that would become known as the Final Days, Kharon remained a silent observer until the very end. She did not flee when the skies turned red. She did not despair when creation magicks turned to madness.Instead, she sought Hermes and found him awaiting oblivion.In their last moments, she chose not to stop him, nor to forgive him. She simply stood beside him. Not to judge. Not to heal. But to remain as she always had.When Hydaelyn rose and the Sundering began, Kharon faced the light hand in hand with the one who had loved her in silence, and whom she had loved in return.

Despite or perhaps because of their conflicting philosophies, Kharon formed a rare bond with Hermes, chief overseer of Elpis and progenitor of the Meteia. Where Hermes saw the universe through the lens of emotion, Kharon perceived it through the inevitability of endings. Their conversations were long, impassioned, and fraught with ideological friction.Yet over time, their connection deepened. Neither fragile nor spoken aloud, it existed in shared silences, quiet understanding, and a love born not of idealism, but of recognition.

Kharon, the stern arbiter of endings, and Euphemia, the hopeful botanist, began as uneasy rivals. Especially over Hermes. Kharon viewed Euphemia’s warmth and optimism with suspicion, fearing she threatened their quiet bond. But Euphemia’s gentle kindness and unwavering hope softened Kharon’s guarded heart. Over time, they found an unspoken friendship, balancing endings with new beginnings. They rarely spoke, yet shared profound silences, becoming unexpected allies in Elpis.

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