I think if I described it like a whirlwind, it would still pale in comparison to anything I might otherwise use as a descriptor. I can hardly even put it all into words. When I try, I find my eyes welling with tears. What I might have said shrivels on my tongue and I can only swallow it. 

Fight Club ran smoothly, but afterward…it all happened so fast. 

Whatever it was the woman was that they killed in my apartment, the air is heavy and oppressive. I have scrubbed the blood from the floorboards a thousand times it seems and still, I can smell it. I will have to vacate it and move to another. Perhaps I will find one for purchase in the Shroud. One without as many memories as this one has.

Laurent and Lonan know, now, of my condition. Or at least a fragment of it. They saw it happen. What can I possibly say in defense of myself? If they ask, should I lie? Will they think me unable to lead them? Unable to perform my job? What if they think I am unable to handle any sort of stress?

And Siegfried…

Siegfried left. Too dangerous, he said, and I was not of a mind to dissuade him or disagree. Not after what I saw. Not knowing the sort of life he leads, and the work he does, and the people who surround him. I have begged him to keep safe. I know it is not a promise he can agree to, as does he. I would not ask him to lie to me.

Not when he continues to lie to himself..when he says he knows what it is he does.

Laurent | Lonan | Siegfried | Dalanoth | Borlaaq

Se’sazhe Zihru


  • Age: 30
  • Race: Miqo’te, Seeker of the Sun
  • Gender: Female
  • Sexuality: Straight
  • Marital Status: Single


  • Hair: Black with mint highlights
  • Eyes: Mint
  • Height: 4′9
  • Build: Tanned, Curved
  • Distinguishing Marks: Scars on her arms.
  • Common Accessories: Daggers drenched in poison, Darts, Herbal mixtures


  • Profession: Mercenary/ Security
  • Hobbies: Hunting, Mixing herbs together to create different kind of poison
  • Languages: Common
  • Residence: None, Traveler
  • Birthplace: Gyr Abania
  • Religion: None
  • Patron Deity: None
  • Fears: Prey who is immune to poison, Dragons, Garleans


  • Spouse: None
  • Parents: Dead.
  • Siblings: Also dead
  • Pets: None.

TRAITS ––– -

* Bold your character’s answer.

  • Extroverted / In Between / Introverted
  • Disorganized / In Between / Organized
  • Close Minded / In Between / Open Minded
  • Calm / In Between / Anxious
  • Disagreeable / In Between / Agreeable
  • Cautious / In Between / Reckless
  • Patient / In Between /  Impatient
  • Outspoken / In Between / Reserved
  • Leader / In Between / Follower
  • Empathetic / In Between / Apathetic
  • Optimistic / In Between / Pessimistic
  • Traditional / In Between / Modern
  • Hard-working / In Between / Lazy
  • Cultured / In Between / Uncultured
  • Loyal / In Between / Disloyal
  • Faithful / In Between / Unfaithful


Smoking Habit: No.
Drugs: No, but she trains herself with using weaker poison on her own body.
Alcohol: Sometimes

She is part of the serpent tribe, who pretty much died out thanks for the garleans and their greed to claim land. Poison of any kind are her strength and weapon to hunt prey…or fight off enemies.

She might be smal, but her skills are compensating the lack of her size!

RP HOOKS ––– –

  • Need a bodyguard who is specialized on many types of poison. She is your man(woman?)!
  • Other tribes to interact with!
  • At the Bar! She drinks sometimes and is always up for a chatter.
Artist Prompt: Rauffe Weaver


messy notebooks. messy desks. messy head. scribbling all over their arms. night owl. never being able to finish a project. losing too many ideas due to forgetfulness. passionate about everything. know-it-all. not knowing their own limits. trying to make flowers bloom, even during heavy storms.

quiet. visual mind. head filled with ideas. struggling to find the right words. not being productive for three months and then writing six poems in an hour. reading the entire dictionary several times. noticing little details that no one else does. laughing quietly. wishing to be enough, someday.

failing at consistency. having paint all over their face, clothes, and desks. spending more money on art supplies than on anything else. notebooks filled with doodles, tears, and flowers. radiating sunshine. heavy mood swings. supporting, and being supported.

loud. not hesitating to speak up, for themselves, for others. trying to see the good in everything. rain, and the smell before rain. drinking more coffee than their body can handle. reading every book at once. laughing and crying at the same time. being honest. the helping hand everyone needs.

Tagging: @moralistcyclops   @grey-lotus-ffxiv @blackrose-ffxiv @black-omen-born @veloxaraptor @claihn  AND ANYONE ELSE WHO WANTS TO TAKE A CRACK AT IT! <3