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Jelmei of the Geneq

« he/him » « 28 »
« gay » « taken »
« warrior of light » « monk »

« shinryu (mana) »

Warrior of Light. Khan of the Geneq. Father.

No job is too unimportant, and menial chores are just as welcome as defeating primals and ascians.

A willing servant of the Mother Crystal (but everyone has a limit to that patience).

Jack of all trades, master of fists. Adept with magic, a near-sharpshooter eye, and able to take more than a few hits, but everything's always been easier to solve by punching.

Allergic to shirts.

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J'azim Tia

« he/him » « 22 »
« gay » « married »
« ex-warrior of light » « ninja »

« goblin (crystal) »

A prodigal son, lauded to be nuhn. Uninterested; chased across Eorzea by his sister. His echo can protect others from primals, but not his sister from the Garleans, from the Exarch, from the fae.

A Watcher of the Night's Blessed until he can finally return to the Source.

Ready for a honeymoon. Ready to retire.

(A shredded note penned in the familiar handwriting of a fellow Scion: Hast thou considered therapy?)

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Kenshin Malaguld

« he/him » « 23 »
« bi » « pining »
« scion » « scholar / black mage »

« mateus (crystal) »

Child of Werlyt, son of a Garlean soldier. Assistant healer of the Malaguld.

Raised by the Xaela alongside another orphaned Raen, filled with a need to prove they're just as capable.

Nearly mute thanks to ceruleum smoke, preferring sign language over speech. Has his mother's aether-sensitivity with no real need for a focus to cast magic, and his father's limitations on just how much he can manipulate (more than a full-blooded Garlean, less than he would like).

A healer searching for a cure for his brother's shattering soul.

(A lurking temper coiling fireballs in his palms.)

Always accompanied by Eclipse, a black and white fairy friend.

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Tebas Kurebas

« he/him » « 17 »
« ??? » « single »
« miner » « black mage »

« couerl (crystal) »

Just a little dude who loves rocks.

He cares not for petty conflict and the suffering of others or even the Echo that interrupts his journeys so regularly, only for his growing collection of shiny rocks and hunting down rare veins.

Who knew a pickaxe was such a good conduit for black magic?