by: toroia


Last ones for tonight whoooaaa I have no stamina now. Can you tell I really like making characters who could fit in rpg type of worlds? Thank you all for being so nice and liking what I’ve put out so far!

Toroia: As a dancer she travels to distant lands and brings stories/history of her homeland/other lands. Because of her immense knowledge of history and highly sophisticated dances she is greatly respected and well-accommodated where ever she goes. However, her favorite place to rest is outside under the stars. She is humble and soft-spoken but if anyone approaches her with malicious or vulgar intent she is trained in magic of the hardest element in their world, water.

Kashuan: After his country was conquered he was enslaved, forced to partake in coliseum battles due to his physique and previous background as a general. However, he was quickly bought by a famous young weaponsmith to act as his bodyguard. The two surprisingly became friends since both were quiet natured and preferred to be alone. In the end the weaponsmith released Kashuan so that he may return to his homeland and build his nation anew. “If her people live, then so shall she” were the last words the weaponsmith told him. He continues to wear his handcuffs as a reminder that whatever hardship he goes through at least he’s free.

toroia  asked:

Can I be super greedy and ask for some more FFVI feels? One of my guilty pleasure OTPs is Celes/Sabin >_>. They need more love and SADNESS.



The powerful prince of Figaro collapsed to the ground, his bravado lessened and his muscles screaming in agony. Dust seemed to be flying everywhere as the wreckage of the house finished settling; the only sounds that could be heard the elated cries of the young mother clutching her child like a lifeline.

Edgar would never believe him if he told him he held up a HOUSE.

In a flash, Celes was at his side; her own limbs were shaking from strain and adrenaline as she took one massive arm between her hands and began to ease the pain of his torn muscles, the buzz of her magic achingly familiar.

He swallowed thickly and reminded himself that he was a monk.

Sabin looked up at his companion, as heart-stoppingly beautiful as ever, even with her hair sticking to her sweaty neck and a hastily-tied, ragged bandanna sitting askew where it tried to pull the majority of her hair away from her face. She was bent to her task seriously, and he fervently wished to ease the sorrows he could see in her expression when she finally looked up at him. He tossed out a flip line, received a wan chuckle in response, and tried not to let her see how much the sight of her so diminished killed him inside.

He reached up with one hand and tucked some of her messy hair behind her ear, causing the bandanna to accidentally slip over her eye on one side. She sat back, alarmed, as though she were just now aware of its presence.

Carefully, meticulously, she unwound the cloth from her hair and folded it, storing it in her effects.

Too meticulously.

And he knew then, like he knew nothing else, that nothing he could do would bring back the missing light from her eyes.


Toroia is a lady knight instructed to guard the prince. She had known him since they were both children, and once thought him charming, but now found him troublesome. He liked to make fun of visiting dignitaries, kept his hands busy by flipping up maids’ dresses, and often ran off to entertain himself in the woods, making her chase after him and drag him back in time for supper. She’s skilled at both swordplay and archery, but her weapon of choice is the spear, which when the prince acts up, she’ll gently prod him with. Just a little.

Kashuan, said troublesome prince, would rather eat shards of glass than sit through another drawn out dinner where he was expected to care about what the duke was yammering about in his ear while another noble tried to bargain off his horse-faced daughter to be his princess. If he didn’t get the benefits of endless wealth and power, he might just consider forfeiting his birthright. He hated it when Toroia would step on his foot to wake him up when he snored through meetings, and often told her she would die a lonely shrew with that furrow between her brows.

toroia replied to your post: Have some Sad!Edge/Rydia! And some more! And…

Oh, if you wrote me a happy one I never got it! I hope my ask box didn’t eat it (it ate one of Kashuan’s!)

I could have sworn I did, but I cannot for the life of me remember what the details would have been. XD

LET’S DO ONE NOW!!! It’s longer than the others because I had no idea where it was going I wasn’t limited by an askbox.

Terra gave a tired smile as she wiped the back of her hand against her forehead, imagining that she was swiping away some of the day’s stress with the sweat that had gathered. The children were finally all settled for the night, and she found herself at a loss for what to do next. One or two colds, she could deal with, but it had spread like a wildfire through the orphanage, sparing noone, and her days had been filled with soup and sickness. She knew she was probably coming down with it as well, but lacked the luxury of being able to take a day off from fussing over the youths that looked to her for care. Her final thoughts were garbled as she accidentally drifted off in her chair, her head lolling along the chair’s back.

She was still there, hours later, when her surprise guest let himself in and clucked his tongue at the scene before him. Scooping her into his arms carefully, he carried her to her bed, covering her with his long, thick jacket and hovering just a moment before giving in and brushing a kiss along her fevered brow.

Casting one last look back, Setzer rolled up the sleeves on his shirt and set off to the kitchen, knowing he’d arrived just in time.