Adonis' FFXIV Characters


Account 1


Account 2


Retired

Phoenicia Malqir

Stranger Mother

Shaman

Velourmia Malqir

Deadpan Information Specialist

Operative

Zinnia Malqir

Cussing Culinarian

Culinarian

Enkhtuia Malqir

Party Gal

Mooch

Khuddu Malqir

Mettled Man of Little Wit

Mettled

Naransetseg Malqir

Wallflower Nature Lover

Outdoorsman

Oephillia Malqir

Jaded Romance Author

Author

Uyanjia Malqir

Malqir of Ill Repute

Carpenter

Zannia Malqir

Married to Work

Clothier

Agglaia Malqir

Machines Over People

Engineer

Jiunia Malqir

A Maladjusted Melody

Starlet

Cream Tea

Soul's Copycat

Mime

Meriel Arterton

Starting Anew

Courier

Hadrienaux Hailenaure

Dangerously Possessive Madman

Honochi of no Airs

Untitled Goose of Etheirys

Auspice

Nifutt the Even-handed

Pain is a Beautiful Lesson

Heel

Tangaro Keala

Island Boy

Arcanomedic

Kakari Kari

Ball of Fury

Dervish

Kubo Koikiri

The Bloody Collector

Haemomancer

This young man, son of a once notable Paladin of a powerful court, was in training to succeed his father. Llewellyn Alminage struggled for his entire youth to give himself over fully to his father's teachings. His father, an overbearing man, would not allow Llewellyn to pursue anything less than the same path he did, sworn to the same cause, but with his heart not in it, Llewellyn could only muster a miniscule hint of the powers his father did - some barest hint of healing, some minor bursts of magic when striking. With his training woefully incomplete, his father passed away in suspicious circumstances, in the service of his king, and Llewellyn was left to fend for himself, with only some splint armour, a wooden practise sword and shield, and his wits, he took to adventuring.

But his connection with his father, if strained, was stronger than any oath the man had tried to make him beholden to. When in danger, Llewellyn finds his wooden sword, little more than a club, is wreathed in that magic that he could sometimes make burst out of himself - shaping itself into the spectre of his father's blade. At the very worst of times, his father's shade steps forth from within him, going through the motions, teaching him, still, the ways of the blade...

(Variant Human Echo Knight Fighter, High WIS, low STR, Magic Initiate (Druid), Shillelagh, Guidance, Cure Wounds. Club reflavoured as a practise sword, shield and splint. Shillelagh Shenanigans build)

A student at Strixhaven in the Lorehold college, Pallas was an itinerant trader of books for much of his youth, under his father. Frequently ignoring his father's instruction not to 'partake of the merchandise', he read and read in secret for years. So much so that one day he read what his father thought was the 'wrong kind of book'. A tome of magic. His father thought wizards were dangerous lunatics, plucking at a weave they were not naturally connected to by birth or by contact with the divine. He didn't want Pallas to take up arcanistry.

Little did he know the boy had no interest in the magic of the tome but in the stories. This particular book was an old archmage's journal, and it wasn't intended to be an instructional tome of magic, however this particular archmage had studied magic so deeply he couldn't help but impart magic into the stories he told, inadvertantly and indirectly becoming Pallas' patron. Defying his father, the newly forged Warlock set out to join the school and discover more of Archmage Edomante's works, and Pallas' dissertation subject is the interplay of narrative and the weave - the archmage spent his latter years writing what appears to be fiction stories, and they are rare and hard to find.

(Mage of Lorehold Warlock, Lorehold Student background, Tomelock, Learns his magic from his patron indirectly, almost wizard-like, will eventually take Book of Ancient Secrets, is a raven. Poe Inspired.)fantasy CG style, a humanoid bird man with a raven's head and wings wearing a fine tunic holding a book, in a graveyard in dramatic pose, wind lifting the tails of his tunic, magic blue energy swirling out of the book and his hands and whirling around him, feathers in the air, hovering above the ground wings unfurled

Machim Nombra is an Astral-Sea born Speedster. He is fast, magical, and best friends with a tiny, weak fox familiar called Kay Peach. He is a Chaotic Good niceguy type with little care for the details beyond 'be quick, beat bad guys'. He is actually the child of parents who were part of a series of experiments on Harengon by an Astral Elf community on the effects of speed-enhancing magic on Material bodies.(1 Fighter, 2 Bladesinger, 2 Monk, Always activate Gift of Alacrity, Longstrider on round 1, Hare Trigger + Alert (ruined background) + gift = stupid initiative. Lonstrider + unarmoured move + Rabbit Hop = absurd movement per turn, GOTTA GO FAST)

Mreshim Polp is a former sworn assassin for a kingdom of aquatic and amphibious races. Forced into hiding because he was implicated by one of his former brothers in a coup, he lays low among adventurers, waiting for his chance to delve into the secrets and schemes that led to his current exile.(Frogfolk Assassin Rogue)

Foxglove Ironroot was born in the lands of the Seelie in the feywild. He was, as a child, taken as part of Unseelie trickery and raised, unwilling, among Unseelie fey, hating his new carers and their trickery, and never knowing that it was only one side of fey culture, he now hates his heritage in general. While learning magic among Unseelie libraries, he fell in love with the idea of magic that could be learned by anyone, mastered by anyone, if one only took the time to study and practise, applying himself to industry and artifice with gusto.

He left the feywild in his young adulthood and joined the Inveram Metropolitan University's magical studies faculty as a student naming himself Amraleigh Foxglove, so as to never give his real name, earning his City Certification of Artisanship, then a research City Certification of Mastery, a doctoral degree. He now works toward his Officiation of a City Researcher, a postdoctoral qualification. He is one of the youngest professors at Inveram, and is currently on sabbatical as he researches whether artificial life can likewise be created with the ability to 'learn' and thus master magic.

(Battlesmith Artificer/Bladesong Wizard Fairy with a robot dog. Uses one of his infusions to spend up to 7 hours pretending not to be a fairy using a Masque Charm (use for 1 hour before sunset, break after sunset for 6 hours, long rest that night, acquire a new infusion after long rest) and otherwise is an aloof, socially distant magical science nerd who is much less cautious about his research and side work adventuring.)

Sumixam Sumiced Suidirem is a Water Orc from a clan who lives shipboard with a clan of giants. His culture has somewhat simpler views on individual liberty, and he laughs at the obfuscation with which 'civilised' persons treat their hypocrisies. If attacked, he will not kill, but subdue, then capture any sentient enemy to sell as a slave. To his mind, 'civilised' society's chain gangs are just a way to keep the fact of slavery far enough removed from the citizens that they feel like they are better than it, and societies that imprison without using their prisoners for labour are bigger fools still - allowing the taxes of the citizenry to bleed out and feed those violent criminals who should better be put to use. He considers just killing them to be more barbaric, when they could pay the debt they owe for attempting on his life by making him money.

Sumixam fights with a thrown trident and net style, launching his trident with powers granted to him by his familiarity with giants, and his experience as a Coxwain, to empower his strikes, move targets into better positions to capture, and freeze them in place. He carries multiple nets, manacles and tridents.

(Swords Bard Water Orc with Giant Foundling Background and Strike of the Giants (Frost Strike) feat. He can freeze enemies in place so that he can move in close, uses Longstrider and his Swords bard powers to close fast, and his net to capture enemies. He prefers to get manacles on them, but if that fails, he will knock them out and THEN manacle them. He uses Orcish Sea Shanties to cast his Bard magic.)

Handsome! Dashing! Friendly! Heroic! Threnody Goodwill, "Goodwill by name, good will by nature!", is a folk hero from among several distant villages, a swordsman who has solved mysteries, overcome hideous evils, and is widely regarded as a stand up guy!Which distant villages? Oh you won't know them, dear reader. Threnody is a charlatan. His false identity is as a folk hero. He is a deceitful, scheming man who uses his ability to take the appearance of heroism, and convince others of his deeds, to earn prestige and coin. He has never saved anyone, or done anything for anyone else, without the prospect of someone to witness it and lend credence to his greater legend. He has solved mysteries, but never through honest means - torture, theft and murder are not beyond him, and he doesn't leave loose ends when he clandestinely undertakes this less than exemplary practise.(Variant Human Eloquence Bard, Lawful Evil, wields a longsword and wears leather armour and a cape, and spends an inordinate amount of time curating his image)

Sandor Medve sickens at the conditions his kin and countrymen must live in, and has done for all thirty-nine of his years. In his youth, Sandor hotheadedly gave frequent speeches and led countless marches, protests and, yes, even riots against the guard and the oppressive members of the higher tiers of the city, landing him often in prison for his folly. It is only because of the valued position of his family, as farmers of high regard providing their isolationist society with the food that sustains it, that he was spared the gallows.

In his maturity, Sandor is something of a poet, still lamenting conditions, living on his family's good graces, but no longer an active revolutionary... The same cannot be said of The Black Bear, a mysterious and contemplative leader of men who has stirred up the fires of revolution many times in recent years. But who could this figure be?

(Kalashtar Bear-barian with high CHA for the Persuasion and leadership. Faceless background for the secret identity. Psychic link to secretly discuss revolution with people. Sword and shield fighting very unlike most Barbarians)

One thousand or so years ago, a young elf Paladin helped the party that sealed away the ancient evil. In so doing, he lost his closest friend, a Dwarf, who made him promise to take his axe to his son. Hundreds of years later, when the evil resurfaced, its seal imperfect, that elf stood alongside the grown son of his friend, fought the evil down again, and again failed in his duty of protection. Unwed and without child, his friend's son simply gave the axe to him in his dying moments, and Guillaume retired to the depths of the mountains to grieve, abandoning his oaths and training.

Now, the evil stirring again in the world, an old, sad elf has emerged from the mountains, an anthropologist, an elf who knows the ways of dwarves better than his own people, wielding his dead friend's axe, twice bequeathed, twice failed, no longer a paladin, but a fighter whose grief gives him strength. He seeks only to meet people, and record their stories, preserving their memory rather than the impossible task of preserving their mortal flesh...

Little does he know, his former god believes this is a better example of preservation than the one he had tried to champion, and is grooming Guillaume to ascend and take his place in the pantheon as the preserver of who people were, and still grants his former paladin the shade of his powers.

(Arenai Wood Elf Zealot Barbarian, enters a 'mourning trance' rather than an angry rage, his Zealot powers represent his god's support of his new mission and unwillingness to let the elf die before he can ascend and take over the goodhood of 'preservation'.)

Stripe is a Tiger Beetle Shifter, her thin legs belie great speed. She worked for an organisation of interplanar spies, as the one called in to kill people in their sleep when other more polite means of spycraft failed. She views what she does as a beautiful conclusion to the story of stupidity - when people will not listen to reason. She has spent so long at her personal hideout in the Shadowfell that her relationship with the concept of death is... odd.(Swiftstride Shifter Assassin Rogue with Scion of the Outer Planes (Chaotic), Stealth and Deception expertise, based on a Tiger Beetle)

Ur Usst is a courtier. Trained as a killer for the court of Menzoberranzan, he discovered, on rising to the surface, that he didn't want to kill those members of Waterdeep's nobility he had been sent for - he wanted to be them. He has since abandoned his Mistress in the underdark, and taken to the surface world courts, even attending a Waterdavian university to master the magics of the sword his former mistress gave him. Lucky for him, it wasn't a drow sword.

Jasu has no memory of her birth, nor of how she came to understand that her mind could influence the world directly, without the use of the weave. She tends to hide her psionics by pretending at the trappings of monasticism, pretending at being a Monk, wielding her spear in a way that pretends at martial arts, and referring to her use of power as 'ki', as she met and was raised from young by an itinerant Fey monk with tortoiselike aspects. His talk of enlightenment, when he found her amidst flowers in a clearing of the Wild, drew the young dragonborn to him, so she speaks very slowly, and with plenty of allusion, just like her adoptive father.(Order of the Immortal Mystic with some Wu Jen, Amethyst Ancestry dragonborn who was Feylost, and lost her memory, and was adopted by a Tortoise-aspected fey creature who was a travelling monk, a rarity in the wild.)

Coppia Perspiciliata is a research aide of linguistics at a library which exists in a subastral dimension adjacent to the Material plane, able to connect to the Material in multiple locations. He is tasked with managing the other linguistics researchers, chasing them down when they do not return to continue their studies in a timely manner. He is able to berate them in over 3,000 languages.
(Seeker Warlock with spells and invocations to speak, read and write all languages)

Donshari Gyotoku is a ronin, having left the service of his lord to try and solve a problem he didn't believe his lord took seriously enough - human surface dwellers overfishing in their territory. Don slaughtered an entire village's fishermen, and while he was not punished for it by the humans, he was exiled by his Lord, to go among the landfolk and atone for his crimes against them, as his recklessness cost the Locatha lord a great deal in political dealings with the nearby land kingdom. Don doesn't generally like people, but since he was told to atone, atone he does, by rescuing landies from evil.(Lawful Good Locatha Samurai Fighter who is seriously misanthropic. Just straight up hates landies. Super racist. Still LG because his CODE and his ATONEMENT are what he acts by, not what he speaks by. He will gladly call a village under threat a 'stinking overdry hamlet of useless dessicated meat' in the same breath as he draws his blade to defend them from bandits)