elaisie demourire.

if i try to get away, how long until i'm free?and if i don't come back here,
will you remember me?aether. cactuar. 21+ sfw.

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the writer. a tiny, spectral bat flittering about whatever dark corners may be found online and off. i'm comfortable with she+he+they pronouns — any or all are fine. i've been writing, reading, and daydreaming for close on two decades and don't plan to stop. my time zone is cst; please ask about availability.courtesies. the usual suspects — a reasonable ic/ooc boundary, no metagaming, no minors. no "cute" racial & ethnic epithets (e.g. "duskie") either ic or ooc. please don't take your character ooc for the sake of what you want to write (or think i want); the reverse also applies. please also respect my boundaries. while i'm comfortable with erotica and enjoy it on other characters, it's not what elaisie is here for.advisories. i like to write sad stories about weird & imperfect people — elaisie included. she can and will do counterproductive, unkind, and uncomfortable things according to her perceived needs, even if they lead her towards something destructive. if this isn't typically your cup of tea, please think seriously before pursuing any long-term stories with her.

on verses. elaisie exists within a verse that diverges from my main ocs' storylines. if you would like to engage with her, and are aware of them, please be mindful and don't mix timelines, or attempt to make them cross.themes. elaisie's story deals with unprocessed grief, fading traditions, questions of memory & nostalgia, the loss of intangible treasures, and persistence in futile endeavours. romance is theoretically possible, but unlikely. expect angst & tragedy if you seek that route. hers is, after all, a tragic tale.xiv lore. i'm fairly lore-flexible; the game is intentionally left wide open to interpretation in numerous areas. however, as many of its higher-level stories deal heavily in privileged information and cutting-edge discoveries, i exercise caution when addressing those things with my characters. anything rare or unusual, such as allagan technology or dimensional travel, is something i would prefer treated with the appropriate gravity if it is introduced at all. any attempt to use the game's lore as an excuse to display unprovoked hostility based on immutable traits earns an immediate blacklist.

 NAME.  elaisie demourire
 AGE.  mid-thirties
 PRONOUNS.  she/her
 PLACE OF RESIDENCE.  the goblet, thanalan
 OCCUPATION.  sellsword, explorer, spelunker
 DISTINCTIVE FEATURES.  walks with a slight limp favouring the right side. burns on her right shoulder. a gash across her brow. assorted gashes & claw marks across lower back.
 AFFLIATIONS.  gelmorran diaspora; any client with gil
 LANGUAGES.  eorzean common, gelmorran; doman, hannish spoken only; understands but does not speak gridanian-ishgardian
 ORIENTATION.  sapphic, demisexual

tall even among many elezen, this woman cuts a striking figure until she opens her mouth. she proves standoffish and distant after but brief acquaintance, often with a tongue to match, when she speaks up. she is quick to the bottle equally as a companion in victory and as salve in grief — particularly when it may be shared.one may find her travelling almost anywhere, following the promise of coin or what others might call adventure. (preferably both, if she can get it.) it is ul'dah, however, that she calls home, and where she lingers when on the hunt for work. her hands and feet are rarely still for long, ever eager to follow even the barest hints of coin to be earned (or spirits to imbibe).like many of her kith and kin, she will take what work she can in order to put food on the table. yet where there is opportunity to uncover and preserve those relics that might otherwise be buried under the weight of rubble and gridanian apathy, she all but leaps to the challenge. that the glory of gelmorra is lost to the ages, she does not deceive herself; still, in knowing this, she finds its memory all the more worth protecting.

VETERAN SELLSWORD. with an old limp and a body mapped with scars, elaisie wears her autobiography in plain sight for those with eyes to read it. a lengthy history spent offering her skills as sword and shield for the appropriate compensation might be reasonable excuse for her often cagey & sarcastic demeanour. if she isn't presently on a job, she's on the lookout for one.SMALL INDULGENCES. though the nature of her work is unpredictable, the places it leads her rarely are. her name is one easily recognised among tavernkeeps and merchants dealing in rare artefacts and imported goods. the ever-growing assortment of curiosities in her home speaks to this; yet it hardly tells the complete story, if her frequent northward sojourns have aught to say.RELIC HUNTER. if she cannot find work that will enable her to venture belowground, very often she will make the plunge herself in search of treasures that might otherwise be lost in the rubble. some of these, if their condition is good, she will sell; others find homes with her or in hands she can trust with their care. though outrageous to some, this apparently ruthless practicality has kept her alive and fed thus far.

LIVING ARCHIVE. a life spent aboveground from birth belies a breadth of knowledge taught to her at the knee of family and community elders alike. while she knows little of subterranean life as truly lived, her surpassing knowledge of unwritten histories and long traditions quickly overcomes this barrier.IN MEMORIAM. time, calamity, and long tensions with the keepers of a traitorous pact have taken much: from her, and from those few she loves who remain to her. beneath her brusque façade lies a sorrow, and a bitterness, which any child of the subterrane will recognise. so deep does it run that, when there is gil or supply to send hearthward, she insists upon bringing it herself, lest it be "misplaced" on its journey.SCENT HOUND. among those relics of old gelmorra that find new homes by her hands, she displays a particular interest in the incenses, perfumes, and pomanders still left untouched in the depths. so well trained is her nose for these sacred artefacts that she can discern their presence upon entering a room, and thence identify their age, purpose, and maker. there is no deceiving her as to their authenticity; a cheap imitation will always reveal itself.