The First Magus

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"It's not the net worth of one's life that's important. It is the day to day concerns, the personal victories, and the celebration of life... and love!"

#ff6rp ★ #finalfantasyrp ★ #mvrp ★ #openrp ★ #sfwrp

❝𝗧𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝗯𝘂𝗿𝗻 𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘁𝘀, 𝗱𝗲𝗳𝗶𝗹𝗲 𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗱𝘀.

𝗕𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗡𝗘𝗩𝗘𝗥 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝗾𝘂𝗲𝗿 𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝘀𝗽𝗶𝗿𝗶𝘁!

𝗙𝗼𝗿 𝗶𝗻 𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆 𝗯𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗺 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗳𝗹𝗼𝘄𝗲𝗿,

𝗹𝗶𝗲𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗵 𝗼𝗳 𝗮 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝘀𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿𝗻𝘀.❞

❧ 𝘕𝘚𝘍𝘞 / 𝘚𝘍𝘞 (𝘭𝘦𝘸𝘥 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘯)

❧ 𝘔𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘦𝘷𝘢𝘭 𝘍𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘴𝘺, 𝘣𝘢𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘌𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘚𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘴

❧ 𝘋𝘔𝘴 𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘯 (𝘖𝘖𝘊 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵)

❧ 𝘈𝘳𝘵 𝘣𝘺: Ammatice & Lunarmare103

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#RP #MVRP #OPENRP

{ CLOWN }

< NAME: KEFKA PALAZZO >
< AGE: 35 >
< HEIGHT: 5'6 >
< GENDER: MALE >

"The end comes, beyond chaos."

Name: Viru Gender: Male Species: Hybrid - Ryujin and Nagarite (Features of Dragon and Shark) Height: 7'10" Description: A hybrid creature from Bayanari, a desert city by the only river in his region, and flows around The Sacred Tree: Rupa, that the four guards of the city protect. Using his unique combination of steam-based abilities and unique skills in music through a special Bansuri flute, he had become the Guardian of The West Gate. Outside of his duties, he assists his uncle in transports of gems across the land from his shop, as well as playing for the city crowds to ease their nerves with specialized, enchanting tunes. Due to his biology, it causes his body to be at irregular temperatures that, if not properly maintained, could cause him to be in grave danger. It was his uncle that provided two gems that assist him in controlling both elements.

"The first rule's not to let the pain stop you."

< #OC, #MVRP Account>
<Both Casual and Serious interactions>
<N/SFW material, 18+>
<Ships w/Chem>
<DMs open for plotting>
(🎨-Takesu)

𝘈 𝐆𝐎𝐃, 𝘢 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑... 𝘐'𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩.

𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝐍𝐄𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑. 𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝗡𝗢𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗡𝗚.

𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝗘𝗠𝗣𝗧𝗬 𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓.

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐖's 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵.

• 𝘕𝘚𝘍𝘞/𝘚𝘍𝘞 𝘱𝘭𝘰𝘵𝘴 (𝘭𝘦𝘸𝘥 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘯)

• 𝘋&𝘋 / 𝘔𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘦𝘷𝘢𝘭 𝘍𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘴𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘥

• 𝘋𝘔𝘴 𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘯 (𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘖𝘖𝘊, 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦!)

⇲❝...I will pay for my Transgressions...❞ ⇲

⇥ ┃ #BSKYRP #MVRP #DCRP #MarvelRP ┃✑

◖↻ ⇆ ♡◗

It is an astounding gift, these soul crystals. Your world is blessed to have them.

Still, they seem dangerous if used too much.

A healthy option. The mind can only take so much in before it requires rest.

It was, if only for the enormity of them. The notion of such an immense structures and so many so close together...

There is something strange about these cities of metal and glass.

I can understand the appeal--yet they feel alien.

-- It has been a tiring month and now that it's over I can get back to enjoying this space and drawing again. I hope people don't mind my absence!

—I wanted to draw him injured and limping away but I couldn’t get the lean to look right so this is what we get. Also I started to draw the beads on his turban but remembered that @unowarutsu.bsky.social stole those so I got to be lazy

— I saw this and felt like maybe trying to sketch it? I made him a bit more like Steiner’s armor and just splashed some colors from Vivi’s palette to experiment with. Hope you don’t mind!

Turning his gaze, he glanced in the direction of the watcher, careful to not make eye contact. Not yet. Instead, just a look and a brief scan to see if said watcher would look away—a very human thing to do.

And whatever it was this presence didn’t feel ‘human’. not quite.

He’d heard phrases like ‘Cosmo Canyon’ or ‘Advertising some play’ or ‘how does he keep his whites so white?’ (The last one amused him because the streets were indeed filthy and it was only magic that kept his robes clean).

No, he was aware of someone with /intent/ watching him. He paused.

One did not go through a war and the frontline without learning to trust their instincts and hone their awareness.

And he was aware in that moment that he was being watched.
Many eyes had followed him in the streets to this point—he was an oddity, he knew.

“Then don’t. The past is behind us and the future lies ahead. Whether it is good or bad, as I told you once, is entirely up to you.”

He glanced at the ground, feigning a look of curiosity, looking for something that wasn’t there.

“Strange…But they aren’t here…”

Not in the romantic fashion of novels at least; it was a means to travel from one place to another.

“Are there many of you? Merchants, perhaps?”

“Just concerned for a man in the sun.”

Seeing now that the fellow was whole enough to stand and stretch, Minwu did relax. He decided to bypass the lecture and moved on to something else.

“Your crew—then you are a sailor?”
He’d not seen any airships and the idea of sailing had never appealed.

“Are you hydrating properly?”

digital fanart of minwu and firion standing with their noses touching. minwu is smiling, but firion is blushing and looks surprised.

#ffii

digital fanart of minwu from final fantasy 2 casting a spell from his right hand.

#ffii

-- Thank you. I was happy how this turned out too! I'm glad you like it so much!

Finding the notion appealing to speak with a creature so friendly, he nodded.

“Then I suppose I would ask why you are so far away from the mountains. This doesn’t seem to be your home.”

He gestured to the very green hills around them.

Field Notes, Second Cycle

There are no tomes here. No temples.
Only signs: how the wind catches cloth, how footsteps echo in unfamiliar stone.

I treat it like a battlefield. It helps.

I would welcome a familiar face. Or even an honest stranger.

#WHMWanders

He put a reassuring hand onto the young man's shoulder.

"I wouldn't be here had you not intervened. Had we not seen your struggle with the Emperor in Hell, we might yet have fallen under his sway in Heaven."

He gave a wry chuckle.
"I saved your body at the start--yet you saved my soul in the end."

//If it flops, it never happened