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Name: Rune
Age: Adult!
Contact: Please PM; Rune#3294 on Discord.
Other Characters: None!
Character Information
Name: Lahabrea
Canon: FFXIV
Canon Point: Heavensward, just prior to Thordan's everything.
Age: Ridiculously ancient.
History: Let's just go with a handy spoilerific link.
Personality: Lahabrea isn't the man he used to be. He was once a well respected and kind researcher and leader, a masterful orator who could shape wonders through willpower alone, and sought endlessly to improve the world. These days he's... not.
In truth the only thing that seems to remain of those days is his endless stubborn pursuit of his goals, and given that goal is the destruction of multiple worlds, this isn't exactly for the benefit of anyone alive ..except maybe Elidibus and Emet-Selch. He's a monster these days. Although he certainly remembers morality, and knows how to act accordingly if he must put on a show for others, he holds few of those morals and standards as being relevant these days and indeed takes pleasure in actually inflicting suffering and harm instead of saving lives. He can feign civility though, a lion on a leash, but it doesn't change who he IS in his task of rampant world-ruination. He is a gleeful butcher, the destroyer of things more precious than lives if he gets the chance - he destroys hearts and souls in the heroic survivors in the wake of spilling blood, shattering hope and love and faith though the Ardor does not specifically require it.
He lost everything he loved, once. Why should anyone else get to enjoy it? The only allowance is a certain hesitation to kill children, though he will if he must, and has no problem with berating them if he feels they deserve it, and even mortal children can withstand a whole lot of "berating".
Lahabrea is cruel in his efficiency when he's focused on his task. Since every single person he meets save three must be sacrificed for the betterment of the world (as far as he's concerned), he leads them onwards to death without remorse. All will be done for the sake of the cause, HIS cause ... and Zodiark's, of course. He will see the worlds Rejoined and Hydaelyn's terrible wrong made right, come hell or high water. Everything he is he throws into this task without a single shadow of fear or discontent, never bothering to even take a break. This has had some rather significant side effects, eroding his power and sanity bit by bit, but he cares not. There is no price he won't willingly pay. Lahabrea is content to make himself a natural disaster, a firestorm that will consume each and every world save the Source without a shred of mercy. So far there has been little to pick up in the aftermath.
Although educated as a scholar and spending countless eons as a leader and teacher, Lahabrea's discovered there are few problems he encounters these days that can't be solved pretty decisively with the application of force, and he sticks to that lesson completely. He's not without self control, but it's a thin crust of calm over the molten turmoil below. Saying he has a temper problem is a vast understatement; anything that gives him an outlet for the rage, hate and grief that has consumed him over time is a perfectly good target; things he can't kill will simply be subjected to his utter scorn and disdain instead, but few things are above being incinerated by the Ascian.
He's also incredibly arrogant. He's certain he is one of the few remaining Ancients, and this gives him the right to do what he pleases when he pleases with the sundered monstrosities that wear shapes not unlike his and claim to be intelligent. He knows otherwise and acts accordingly. The belief that he is firmly superior to almost anyone he meets be it physically or mentally is at the root of how he treats just about anyone he interacts with. So secure is he in his belief that he is superior that he can step into almost any situation without hesitation or fear of failure - if something goes wrong, it's not /his/ fault. Someone else must have screwed up somewhere along the way. He cannot, must not fail.
It should be noted somewhere that while he has a serious temper problem and tends towards violent methods of 'fixing' problems, he does have self control, and generally carries himself with an air of ongoing disdain and scorn, or even amusement at the antics of his lessers. Letting his temper show, letting anyone know just how much they've gotten under his skin, is shameful indeed. He's better than that, or so he thinks.
Lahabrea reserves the full force of his hatred for Hydaelyn, and the sundered 'heros' that inevitably rise to try to stop the Ascians. While he has very little regard for the broken shards of souls wandering around claiming to be people, he doesn't actively hate them, merely views them with utter revulsion and disdain, and a certain amount of pleasure at seeing them run about in panic when tormented. They can't help what they are, and sooner or later that problem will be remedied. But Hydaelyn .. She is the CAUSE of the problem, the reason everything fell apart (as far as Lahabrea is concerned anyway), and if he had the opportunity to shatter Her into pieces and piss on the shards that wouldn't be enough vengeance.
He wants Her to suffer, to feel the pain he did when the world split and nearly everyone he knew that survived the End Times was obliterated, to know hopelessness and despair with no chance of ever having a reprieve, and watch Her chosen 'children' whither and die. It still wouldn't be enough, but it would be a good start. This fury extends to the people Hydaelyn 'gifts' with the Echo, reawakening shards of HIS people's powers to turn them against what was once their own kind. The bumbling machinations of most mortals he can disregard, but these ones should know better and choose Hydaelyn anyway. It is intolerable.
In turn, as one of Zodiark's tempered, he is absolutely loyal to his God, and incapable of considering things that might ordinarily lead to say, doubt or questions. Were Zodiark actually around his obedience would be prompt and absolute, unhesitating in his devotion to do whatever his God requires of him, but it's been a long, long time since Zodiark spoke with any of them and these days he tends to .. assume. He knows his God is merciful and kind, a Savior true and tried, but surely He would want to be rejoined as quickly as possible, even if that causes some ruination along the way. His God is a primal shaped by the need for salvation ... but surely that only applies to His servants! Somewhere along the way Lahabrea has mixed his desires and plans in with Zodiark's, and without any correction to be had from the trapped God, it's not likely that opinion's going to change any. Perhaps the only leeway he will ever consider giving a mortal is through Zodiark; should they turn away from worshiping their false deity Hydaelyn, and take up honoring the one true God... they surely deserve some mercy.
Surely it means they were once loyal servants. These he often attempts to raise back to their previous selves, restoring their memories and some of their power; sometimes he's right, and they were indeed loyal followers of Zodiark. Somtimes he's not .. and if they maintain their loyalty he's willing to overlook that flaw.
It's not ... all, entirely bad. It's mostly bad, that's true. But he does mean well.. for his own people. He really does. And he intends to do everything in his power to protect them when inevitably they're returned whole and alive to the world. He still feels curiosity, and dabbles in this or that simply to soothe his own interest, and has a habit of taking notes on something that interests him as some half-forgotten habit that he might be able to pass those notes on some day to his students. He's still a scholar, somewhere deep down, and new things, unexpected things, can be strangely fascinating. At these rare moments some of the spite and fury fades, leaving an inquisitiveness behind and a perfect willingness to play as nice as he might need to in order to find out what he wants to know. His hate and rage is broadly saved for people, and animals - especially horses - are utterly spared his wrath. He can even be utterly kind with them when he chooses, and he chooses to often.
He's not incapable of loyalty, kindness and affection, though these have long since fallen to the wayside in favor of bitter, spiteful pain. It's just that there are only two people in all of existence he even considers people anymore, and he's been interacting with them and the horrifying THINGS calling themselves people for so long that he no longer quite remembers what it's like to deal with ordinary, whole-souled beings. Should he encounter others who AREN'T the sundered remnants of Amaurot, who knows if it might reawaken even a touch of the Ancient he used to be? They might find him a fiercely devoted and almost obsessively protective friend, more than willing to put himself in the line of fire for them no matter the cost to himself, as he does already to further his goals. But right now.. right now, in this life, he has no attachments to anybody; no family, they're long gone. No friends ... not anymore. The closest he gets are his fellow Unsundered, and they seem to share his distant dislike.
Abilities & Skills: This can get lengthy, so I am paraphrasing things a bit. As an Ascian of considerable age and experience, Lahabrea enjoys quite a few natural perks that quite suddenly aren't going to do him any good. Ordinarily he would be nigh immortal; bodies are simply useful things to be swapped out as needed, and he doesn't actually NEED one. He can possess the bodies of those living or dead, and should he possess someone alive they don't generally survive his inhabitation. Already tempered, he's immune to mind control and external influence; it's hard to control what's already being controlled by someone else. He's a powerful sorcerer, well familiar with seeing and manipulating many forms of magic though vastly preferring things that lean towards the fiery side of spellcraft, and a master at nearly all forms of Creation magic. Through willpower and his own reserves of aether, he can create nearly anything he can conceive of, from small items to mighty elementals and more, though he tends towards living things, and not the masterful landscapes and cityscapes certain other Ascians excel at. Of late he rarely indulges in this, but it certainly remains in his skillset. He has eons of experience at magic, creation, and nearly any related subject, and has twelve thousand years' steady effort and experience in obliterating worlds. Lahabrea possesses a decent familiarity with most forms of martial combat, having possessed more than a few soldiers and fighters in his time, of late dabbling in dual-weilding knives, and in an ideal world has a lot of experience in manipulating people and entire governments towards what he wants. Lately this last one has been ... less than perfect. He is capable of teleportation, rarely walks if he can hover along instead, and has a knack for understanding any language he hears and reads. While some of these things modern mortals might call 'the Echo', Lahabrea considers it a natural and normal part of simply being an Ascian.
Inventory/Companions: His mask, his robes of office, a pineapple, and his crystal of darkness. Due to Game, the crystal is simply a very lovely chunk of deep amethyst. And.. a single cherry Bomb he'd happened to have in his pockets at the time. It makes a handy pocket warmer, which had been terribly useful in the frozen hellhole that was Ishgard..
Choice: Monster! Dragon if possible.
Reason: Oh great another dragon! .. Yeah. Lahabrea fits dragon better than anything else on the beast list presently, I think. He is one of three remaining members of his species, not that rarity may account for much, but he is also closely tied to fire by way of affinities, power and creations, and is prone to fits of terrible temper and occasionally violence. Lahabrea tends to leave ashes in his wake when he's not being careful - or even when he is, if roused to ire - and is utterly, woefully arrogant. He well suits a living force of nature. But it's not going to be a happy change for him even if it suits him, he values his power and station, and losing that to become a beast is ... irritating at best, likely shameful as well. It's not going to help his instability at ALL, and I am very eager to play with a dragon's already susceptible natures to corruption and mayhem with someone who walks that line constantly, I want to see if it forces him out of his comfort zones and what he does to adapt.. if he can. Likewise, I am hoping to play with a dragon's greed and pride more, as he doesn't really ... have any sense of greed as he is, and while Lahabrea could accept nearly any type of monster eventually, dragons in his universe are actually ALIENS, don't belong on his world and thus aren't anywhere near as acceptable as say, a harpy or naga or even arachne to him.
I don't want him to enjoy any of this for quite a while, until he finally, FINALLY accepts his new nature.
If there are too many dragons, I would like to go with Chimera. I have no justification for this beyond I can probably still wrangle a fire aspect with it.
Sample: A strange new world is a struggle. It's not familiar, none of it is familiar, and Lahabrea sits on the edge of a wall, watching the night sky with narrowed eyes, ignoring the passage of people nearby. The stars were strange.
The stars drift over the passage of centuries, he'd seen it enough. But these are unfamiliar stars in strange and unfamiliar patterns, the moons are different (there's more than one, for starters..) and even the smell in the air is strange. And he'd been to many mirrors of the Source! Seen many varities and many variations on the same theme but this.. This isn't right, and that lack of rightness keeps him still and silent, gaze to the heavens and thoughts elsewhere.
Outrage wars with curiosity, the seething indignation that someone, anyone would DARE seize him from his task and dump him somewhere unexpected tempered only barely by the certainty that the only being who would ever have such power is his very own God.
If Zodiark wants him here, he's here for a reason. But this isn't one of the remaining reflections, and he ...
... for the first time in centuries, Lahabrea is simply at a loss.
It simmers his fury down to a low boil as he works it through what he knows of existence and all powers within it. He knows his purpose, what he excels at these days but Zodiark is not a God given to wanton destruction; he designed Him, he should know. This isn't a world that is meant to be aetherically imbalanced and brought to ruin. So why is he here?
Why him?
And why all these damned mortals? He's certain they're not ageless, timeless peoples, there's something frenetic about the way mortals live that suggests these ones are just as frail and fated to die after a handful of decades as the broken things he knows, so why--
He shakes his head as if to clear it, scowling. He's not going to find answers making doe-eyes at strange constellations. Shoving himself off the wall and into the crowd, barely missing one irritated person who shouts at him in his passage, Lahabrea stalks further into town. Every mortal habitation has libraries, he'll simply have to find one.
further samples: here. and here.
Further samples will be provided once the TDM opens; for now this is something of a placeholder. I'd like to do some TDM threads to flesh it out! Also I can elaborate further on personality, but it will be rapidly straying into headcanon as Lahabrea doesn't truthfully get a lot of screentime.
Name: Rune
Age: Adult!
Contact: Please PM; Rune#3294 on Discord.
Other Characters: None!
Character Information
Name: Lahabrea
Canon: FFXIV
Canon Point: Heavensward, just prior to Thordan's everything.
Age: Ridiculously ancient.
History: Let's just go with a handy spoilerific link.
Personality: Lahabrea isn't the man he used to be. He was once a well respected and kind researcher and leader, a masterful orator who could shape wonders through willpower alone, and sought endlessly to improve the world. These days he's... not.
In truth the only thing that seems to remain of those days is his endless stubborn pursuit of his goals, and given that goal is the destruction of multiple worlds, this isn't exactly for the benefit of anyone alive ..except maybe Elidibus and Emet-Selch. He's a monster these days. Although he certainly remembers morality, and knows how to act accordingly if he must put on a show for others, he holds few of those morals and standards as being relevant these days and indeed takes pleasure in actually inflicting suffering and harm instead of saving lives. He can feign civility though, a lion on a leash, but it doesn't change who he IS in his task of rampant world-ruination. He is a gleeful butcher, the destroyer of things more precious than lives if he gets the chance - he destroys hearts and souls in the heroic survivors in the wake of spilling blood, shattering hope and love and faith though the Ardor does not specifically require it.
He lost everything he loved, once. Why should anyone else get to enjoy it? The only allowance is a certain hesitation to kill children, though he will if he must, and has no problem with berating them if he feels they deserve it, and even mortal children can withstand a whole lot of "berating".
Lahabrea is cruel in his efficiency when he's focused on his task. Since every single person he meets save three must be sacrificed for the betterment of the world (as far as he's concerned), he leads them onwards to death without remorse. All will be done for the sake of the cause, HIS cause ... and Zodiark's, of course. He will see the worlds Rejoined and Hydaelyn's terrible wrong made right, come hell or high water. Everything he is he throws into this task without a single shadow of fear or discontent, never bothering to even take a break. This has had some rather significant side effects, eroding his power and sanity bit by bit, but he cares not. There is no price he won't willingly pay. Lahabrea is content to make himself a natural disaster, a firestorm that will consume each and every world save the Source without a shred of mercy. So far there has been little to pick up in the aftermath.
Although educated as a scholar and spending countless eons as a leader and teacher, Lahabrea's discovered there are few problems he encounters these days that can't be solved pretty decisively with the application of force, and he sticks to that lesson completely. He's not without self control, but it's a thin crust of calm over the molten turmoil below. Saying he has a temper problem is a vast understatement; anything that gives him an outlet for the rage, hate and grief that has consumed him over time is a perfectly good target; things he can't kill will simply be subjected to his utter scorn and disdain instead, but few things are above being incinerated by the Ascian.
He's also incredibly arrogant. He's certain he is one of the few remaining Ancients, and this gives him the right to do what he pleases when he pleases with the sundered monstrosities that wear shapes not unlike his and claim to be intelligent. He knows otherwise and acts accordingly. The belief that he is firmly superior to almost anyone he meets be it physically or mentally is at the root of how he treats just about anyone he interacts with. So secure is he in his belief that he is superior that he can step into almost any situation without hesitation or fear of failure - if something goes wrong, it's not /his/ fault. Someone else must have screwed up somewhere along the way. He cannot, must not fail.
It should be noted somewhere that while he has a serious temper problem and tends towards violent methods of 'fixing' problems, he does have self control, and generally carries himself with an air of ongoing disdain and scorn, or even amusement at the antics of his lessers. Letting his temper show, letting anyone know just how much they've gotten under his skin, is shameful indeed. He's better than that, or so he thinks.
Lahabrea reserves the full force of his hatred for Hydaelyn, and the sundered 'heros' that inevitably rise to try to stop the Ascians. While he has very little regard for the broken shards of souls wandering around claiming to be people, he doesn't actively hate them, merely views them with utter revulsion and disdain, and a certain amount of pleasure at seeing them run about in panic when tormented. They can't help what they are, and sooner or later that problem will be remedied. But Hydaelyn .. She is the CAUSE of the problem, the reason everything fell apart (as far as Lahabrea is concerned anyway), and if he had the opportunity to shatter Her into pieces and piss on the shards that wouldn't be enough vengeance.
He wants Her to suffer, to feel the pain he did when the world split and nearly everyone he knew that survived the End Times was obliterated, to know hopelessness and despair with no chance of ever having a reprieve, and watch Her chosen 'children' whither and die. It still wouldn't be enough, but it would be a good start. This fury extends to the people Hydaelyn 'gifts' with the Echo, reawakening shards of HIS people's powers to turn them against what was once their own kind. The bumbling machinations of most mortals he can disregard, but these ones should know better and choose Hydaelyn anyway. It is intolerable.
In turn, as one of Zodiark's tempered, he is absolutely loyal to his God, and incapable of considering things that might ordinarily lead to say, doubt or questions. Were Zodiark actually around his obedience would be prompt and absolute, unhesitating in his devotion to do whatever his God requires of him, but it's been a long, long time since Zodiark spoke with any of them and these days he tends to .. assume. He knows his God is merciful and kind, a Savior true and tried, but surely He would want to be rejoined as quickly as possible, even if that causes some ruination along the way. His God is a primal shaped by the need for salvation ... but surely that only applies to His servants! Somewhere along the way Lahabrea has mixed his desires and plans in with Zodiark's, and without any correction to be had from the trapped God, it's not likely that opinion's going to change any. Perhaps the only leeway he will ever consider giving a mortal is through Zodiark; should they turn away from worshiping their false deity Hydaelyn, and take up honoring the one true God... they surely deserve some mercy.
Surely it means they were once loyal servants. These he often attempts to raise back to their previous selves, restoring their memories and some of their power; sometimes he's right, and they were indeed loyal followers of Zodiark. Somtimes he's not .. and if they maintain their loyalty he's willing to overlook that flaw.
It's not ... all, entirely bad. It's mostly bad, that's true. But he does mean well.. for his own people. He really does. And he intends to do everything in his power to protect them when inevitably they're returned whole and alive to the world. He still feels curiosity, and dabbles in this or that simply to soothe his own interest, and has a habit of taking notes on something that interests him as some half-forgotten habit that he might be able to pass those notes on some day to his students. He's still a scholar, somewhere deep down, and new things, unexpected things, can be strangely fascinating. At these rare moments some of the spite and fury fades, leaving an inquisitiveness behind and a perfect willingness to play as nice as he might need to in order to find out what he wants to know. His hate and rage is broadly saved for people, and animals - especially horses - are utterly spared his wrath. He can even be utterly kind with them when he chooses, and he chooses to often.
He's not incapable of loyalty, kindness and affection, though these have long since fallen to the wayside in favor of bitter, spiteful pain. It's just that there are only two people in all of existence he even considers people anymore, and he's been interacting with them and the horrifying THINGS calling themselves people for so long that he no longer quite remembers what it's like to deal with ordinary, whole-souled beings. Should he encounter others who AREN'T the sundered remnants of Amaurot, who knows if it might reawaken even a touch of the Ancient he used to be? They might find him a fiercely devoted and almost obsessively protective friend, more than willing to put himself in the line of fire for them no matter the cost to himself, as he does already to further his goals. But right now.. right now, in this life, he has no attachments to anybody; no family, they're long gone. No friends ... not anymore. The closest he gets are his fellow Unsundered, and they seem to share his distant dislike.
Abilities & Skills: This can get lengthy, so I am paraphrasing things a bit. As an Ascian of considerable age and experience, Lahabrea enjoys quite a few natural perks that quite suddenly aren't going to do him any good. Ordinarily he would be nigh immortal; bodies are simply useful things to be swapped out as needed, and he doesn't actually NEED one. He can possess the bodies of those living or dead, and should he possess someone alive they don't generally survive his inhabitation. Already tempered, he's immune to mind control and external influence; it's hard to control what's already being controlled by someone else. He's a powerful sorcerer, well familiar with seeing and manipulating many forms of magic though vastly preferring things that lean towards the fiery side of spellcraft, and a master at nearly all forms of Creation magic. Through willpower and his own reserves of aether, he can create nearly anything he can conceive of, from small items to mighty elementals and more, though he tends towards living things, and not the masterful landscapes and cityscapes certain other Ascians excel at. Of late he rarely indulges in this, but it certainly remains in his skillset. He has eons of experience at magic, creation, and nearly any related subject, and has twelve thousand years' steady effort and experience in obliterating worlds. Lahabrea possesses a decent familiarity with most forms of martial combat, having possessed more than a few soldiers and fighters in his time, of late dabbling in dual-weilding knives, and in an ideal world has a lot of experience in manipulating people and entire governments towards what he wants. Lately this last one has been ... less than perfect. He is capable of teleportation, rarely walks if he can hover along instead, and has a knack for understanding any language he hears and reads. While some of these things modern mortals might call 'the Echo', Lahabrea considers it a natural and normal part of simply being an Ascian.
Inventory/Companions: His mask, his robes of office, a pineapple, and his crystal of darkness. Due to Game, the crystal is simply a very lovely chunk of deep amethyst. And.. a single cherry Bomb he'd happened to have in his pockets at the time. It makes a handy pocket warmer, which had been terribly useful in the frozen hellhole that was Ishgard..
Choice: Monster! Dragon if possible.
Reason: Oh great another dragon! .. Yeah. Lahabrea fits dragon better than anything else on the beast list presently, I think. He is one of three remaining members of his species, not that rarity may account for much, but he is also closely tied to fire by way of affinities, power and creations, and is prone to fits of terrible temper and occasionally violence. Lahabrea tends to leave ashes in his wake when he's not being careful - or even when he is, if roused to ire - and is utterly, woefully arrogant. He well suits a living force of nature. But it's not going to be a happy change for him even if it suits him, he values his power and station, and losing that to become a beast is ... irritating at best, likely shameful as well. It's not going to help his instability at ALL, and I am very eager to play with a dragon's already susceptible natures to corruption and mayhem with someone who walks that line constantly, I want to see if it forces him out of his comfort zones and what he does to adapt.. if he can. Likewise, I am hoping to play with a dragon's greed and pride more, as he doesn't really ... have any sense of greed as he is, and while Lahabrea could accept nearly any type of monster eventually, dragons in his universe are actually ALIENS, don't belong on his world and thus aren't anywhere near as acceptable as say, a harpy or naga or even arachne to him.
I don't want him to enjoy any of this for quite a while, until he finally, FINALLY accepts his new nature.
If there are too many dragons, I would like to go with Chimera. I have no justification for this beyond I can probably still wrangle a fire aspect with it.
Sample: A strange new world is a struggle. It's not familiar, none of it is familiar, and Lahabrea sits on the edge of a wall, watching the night sky with narrowed eyes, ignoring the passage of people nearby. The stars were strange.
The stars drift over the passage of centuries, he'd seen it enough. But these are unfamiliar stars in strange and unfamiliar patterns, the moons are different (there's more than one, for starters..) and even the smell in the air is strange. And he'd been to many mirrors of the Source! Seen many varities and many variations on the same theme but this.. This isn't right, and that lack of rightness keeps him still and silent, gaze to the heavens and thoughts elsewhere.
Outrage wars with curiosity, the seething indignation that someone, anyone would DARE seize him from his task and dump him somewhere unexpected tempered only barely by the certainty that the only being who would ever have such power is his very own God.
If Zodiark wants him here, he's here for a reason. But this isn't one of the remaining reflections, and he ...
... for the first time in centuries, Lahabrea is simply at a loss.
It simmers his fury down to a low boil as he works it through what he knows of existence and all powers within it. He knows his purpose, what he excels at these days but Zodiark is not a God given to wanton destruction; he designed Him, he should know. This isn't a world that is meant to be aetherically imbalanced and brought to ruin. So why is he here?
Why him?
And why all these damned mortals? He's certain they're not ageless, timeless peoples, there's something frenetic about the way mortals live that suggests these ones are just as frail and fated to die after a handful of decades as the broken things he knows, so why--
He shakes his head as if to clear it, scowling. He's not going to find answers making doe-eyes at strange constellations. Shoving himself off the wall and into the crowd, barely missing one irritated person who shouts at him in his passage, Lahabrea stalks further into town. Every mortal habitation has libraries, he'll simply have to find one.
further samples: here. and here.
Further samples will be provided once the TDM opens; for now this is something of a placeholder. I'd like to do some TDM threads to flesh it out! Also I can elaborate further on personality, but it will be rapidly straying into headcanon as Lahabrea doesn't truthfully get a lot of screentime.
