➞ The Liar's Sun ☼
Whatever you do, do not swallow,
O wretched beast wreathed in Sun's mockery
❝When you slip behind your eyes, do the days just pass you by?
Does it always just go on and on and on?❞
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✦ Arthur Blaylock
➤ Hyur ⬩ SMN, PLD
| Age | DoB | Height | Sexuality |
|---|---|---|---|
| 27, physically | Jan 12th | 5'/1.5m | Bisexual |
| Occupation | Pronouns | Status | Ethnicity |
|---|---|---|---|
| N/A | He/they/it | Taken, polyamorous | Coerthan, ??? |
“… Have you ever felt your heart gripped by another’s hand, wholly at their mercy? Because I… I have.”
Timid, pushover, crybaby. There's no two ways about it, Arthur's a bit pathetic, kind of neurotic and very easy to fluster. He seems to be scared of his own shadow at times, and it's not a herculean task to make him jump.A closer inspection reveals someone afraid of the world and even more afraid of themself, but has a sincere desire to help people. It is unfortunately buried under layers of vagueness, lies and several vices.Although he craves social interaction like crazy, his anxiety and fear of people cage him into wallflowering and folding to the opinions of others. If allowed, he's prone to following people around. Gullible and easy to deceive. He's very good at ignoring the warning signs.Afraid of water. Uncomfortable around snow and ice.
Vegan! He will not eat animal products, ever.
Likes bread a normal amount. Likes sweets (chocolate) an even more normal amount.
His sweet tooth is exploitableWho said thatKeeps his gotdang arms wrapped. Sensitive around the wrists, will tense up and maybe even dissociate if hands are on his shoulders.
Talk to him about horses, please, please, please, he's soooo normal about horses and not a horsegirl in disguise, I promise, look me in the eyes and tell me this is a lie. (It is) You should ask him about chocobos too actually.
His favourite book genre is
eroticaromance adventures that have nothing to do with kissing monsters.Musical lad! :) He can sing, but you're much more likely to catch him humming if he's alone. He can also mimic a lot of animal noises pretty well.
✦ Aurvandil
➤ Dragon ⬩ The Errant Star
The dread dragon that once razed towns to the ground and would then gloat in the resulting ash, or so the stories go — Aurvandil the Errant Star.As Vishap was bred for size and power, so too was Aurvandil designed for highly impressive magicks beyond that of their kith and kin. Aurvandil was considered a champion of the Dravanian Horde during his active years.
“—… I would rather die than live again as this… ugly thing.”
Aurvandil initially appeared almost 1,000 years ago in the middle of Ishgard, as one of the first to turn heretic, on the day of an eclipse. Driven from the city before it could be completely destroyed, Aurvandil immolated many. For five centuries that followed, Aurvandil would act as a vanguard of the Dravanian Horde. This information is available in Ishgard’s historic halls, although there lingers the mystery of why and where to Aurvandil vanished halfway into Dragonsong.Aurvandil and Arthur are one in the same, though the dragon of today believes his sins best lie in the past. Arthur denies any relation to dragons, and for those who do manage to find out, downplays his involvement in the war. He just wants to be liked.Regardless of his past, he's just as pathetic as his hyurian persona.
✦ Aetheric Instability
Arthur's aether is incredibly dense and concentrated around the eyes, as is the case with dragons. However, he's decided to restrict his aether in a vain attempt to make it seem more normal. By sealing so much of it, he's created a problem wherein his aether has grown unstable from not being able to flow naturally.The amount of aether he bears, in tandem with its instability, destablizes his physical form. Under the right amount of stress — be it physical, emotional or psychological — Arthur will begin to revert to his draconic form.Quick transformations are prone to bringing him pain as bone, sinew and muscle rearrange to accommodate the change. Feathers along the arms are almost always the first sign he's lost the ability to maintain his form, and regaining control is variant on the situation he finds himself in.Every so often, he needs to alleviate his aether by turning into a dragon, but further risks his health by limiting how often he does. A proper shapechange without immense pain or the potential to pass out takes hours.
❝All the arrows that you've stolen
Split in half, now bum and broken
Like your heart that was so eager to be hid
You can't keep them all caged❞
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Author's note: I will take no offense if you do not want to interact with the dragon part of Arthur’s lore at all. Roleplay is an opt-in activity, and if dragons are not your thing, fine with me!If you are concerned with powerscaling, 95% of Arthur’s rps are in hyuran form. The dragon's purpose is allegorical to his themes, and largely remains a hidden facet to unearth. He 1), rarely changes shape, and 2) restricts his aether and will only use basic arcanist spells in a fight, unless a plotline specifically agrees to otherwise. I don't enjoy playing overpowered characters, so Arthur is intentionally designed around that unless specified.(Sorry for the amount of hooks, Arthur's... fairly roleplayable and I have too many thoughts.)
☼ Corona →
Hooks that are easy to get going.
HEY, CAN YOU DO... / Arthur has a (bad) habit of bending to the people around him, regardless of how well he knows them. You can... get him to do almost anything. If there's a task that needs doing, he'll do it.
HAVE WE MET? / Before living full-time in Ishgard, Arthur used to wander with a hrothgar mercenary. Left to his own devices, he would do odd jobs around taverns and inns in exchange for a roof over his head. Maybe you remember him waiting on you once, or found him sleeping in the stables, unable to afford a room even with hard labour.
RUNAWAY RUN-INS / Having lived in Ishgard for a while, and having too much time on his hands, Arthur spends some of it wandering the stonework city for hours at a time. There's always been a bit of a somber way he carries himself, as if he's an outsider looking in with a distant familiarity, rather than as someone who grew up in Ishgard. Maybe you've bumped into him during one of his excursions.
BOOKWYRM / Arthur has a vested interest in many subjects. Speak of animals (especially chocobos or horses), magic or celestial bodies, plant, and you will have Arthur's attention immediately. They're some of the few subjects that can get him to open up almost instantly and, if allowed to, will ramble. If not, he's happy to be a captive audience.
THE PRICE ON YOUR HEAD / Up until recently, there had been a bounty on Arthur, a kidnapping contract from a half-elezen that went by Heir. That bounty is still active, but has had its bounty increased. If you're a bounty hunter with few qualms about your target... it may be the bounty for you. Watch out for the eyes watching in the shadows, though.
SUMMONING GONE WRONG / As a
summonerarcanist, Arthur is kitted with a grimoire and a carbuncle. Both of those things have a very wrong feeling to them, with the ambient aether rolling off of the grimoire feeling a bit... rancid. The carbuncle, lovingly named "Yohann", also seems far too intelligent and bloodthirsty to be the average arcanist's construct. If you've the curiosity for it, it could be a place of interest. Yohann eats fingers, mind your hands.
☼ Convective →
Hooks that may require a bit more perception, knowledge or lucking out at being in the right place.
TICKING TIME BOMB / For those with aether sensitivity or flatout aethersight, Arthur's aether is massive, unstable and restricted to such a degree that it is affecting his physical health. If you're the bleeding heart sort, or a physician, it may be a concern for you. Dragoons, or those otherwise familiar with the aether of dragons, may find interest in Arthur's being concentrated around the eyes.
TERROR BIRD / Arthur occasionally leaves Ishgard to venture into the wilds. There's a myriad of reasons, but one of them is visiting his chocobo. Most would keep theirs in a stable. There's a reason he doesn't. If you're familiar with the concept of a "not deer", you have a good idea as to what you're about to encounter. Mild body horror warning.
BUILT FOR COMBAT / It's as easy to see the scars as it is to see that Arthur is a coward. He's built like a warrior, and yet acts flighty around a... majority of conversational topics, maybe even outright lying. If you're the sort that doesn't mind prying, you could pick at him until he spills the beans. Press hard enough, and you'll find your answers quicker than you'd think.
NECK ROMANCER / Despite his disposition, Arthur has vices. He indulges in recreational drug use, but occasionally lets it get out of hand. He also has a penchant for more sensual ventures. Maybe you've bumped shoulders, been a tripsitter or even shared a night together, no strings attached. This does not guarantee e-rp, I just think it's a neat hook to bounce around and will require talking ahead of time. I will also require you to be 21+.
☼ Radiative →
Hooks that require a little more time spent with Arthur, some digging to be done or some forethought before going in.
NECROMANCER / Arthur is interested in the study of undeath and what it takes to keep the corpses fueled. A decent glance at his grimoire is all you need, but he also has a wealth of information pertaining to the subject in scribbled notes, diagrams and more. If you've spent enough time with him, or brought up the subject of death, he implies more than he lets on in knowing.
YOU'RE NOT IN THE RECORDS / For whatever reason, you've deigned to look further into Arthur as a person. Strikingly, there aren't any records of an "Arthur Blaylock" anywhere in modern Ishgardian census. There was a minor noble house by the name centuries ago using the name Blaylock, but that's where the connection is severed. It's possible he's from the Brume, but he doesn't seem the type. For all intents and purposes, Arthur Blaylock seems to have come out of nowhere. Maybe that's a point of intrigue.
☼ Core →
Hooks for those in the long haul.
TRUE NAME / All dragons have names. Some were given, by man. You've caught him in the act, of being a dragon, and no ordinary dragon — he's gone by many. Golden Devil. The Second Sun of Coerthas. The Errant Star. Aurvandil. Maybe he's bequeathed the name to you, or maybe you put two and two together, knowing the history of the Dragonsong War. But before you stands a once-great enemy of Ishgard, and he is a cowardly thing. Potential warning for mild body horror.
INFECTION / You've spent enough time around him, so you've caught something's attention. It's in your dreams, rotting whatever you are dreaming of. You catch it staring, stalking, following you. You're not sure where you've contracted it, but the Black Horse is a persistent entity. It follows you into your waking hours. Clickable link. :)
❝You were a wanderer back when you were young
I remember when your eyes were clear, brighter than the sun❞
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Arthur was born some thousand years ago, during the burgeoning crucible that was the Dragonsong War, to a single half-elezen mother from Ishgard. He inherited her hair and eyes, her penchant for animals and a zeal for good.His sire was a different sort, and far removed from the very small life they led in early Ishgard. Arthur inherited naught but his blood.Arthur’s station in life was not grand. Poor, even, but mother made ends meet, and he had his trusty bird Beau to keep him company. He grew up on stories of knights and valour, and soft-hearted fairytales where good prevailed.Arthur wanted to be someone who did good, who saved lives.At the tender age of nine, Arthur's mother fell ill. A wealthy man — a vaunted scholar and alchemist — went out of his way to seek them out. The man made an offer.In exchange for finding a cure for his mother, Arthur became the man's ward.Squired to the youngest of two brothers, a sword was put into Arthur's hands. He learned swordplay. Later, he was instructed by the elder brother. He was taught to not fear death.
At twenty, Arthur was a full-fledged soldier thrown to war’s bloody maw. He was a proficient killer and exemplary swordsmen who did not balk when it came to following orders. When word was given, his ruthless blade followed.Arthur wanted nothing less than his master’s approval, to be given the medicines required to keep his mother alive.He told himself the cost of lives did not matter. He wanted to do good. He kept saying as much, even as his mother’s illness advanced, and she became mostly bedbound.At twenty-four, his personal vices became greater sin.A string of particularly bad days had led him to indulge in drinking. Alcohol, spiked with dragonsblood. Faculties impaired, he was struck by anxiety and confusion as a foreign and brutally painful sensation came upon him — then shouting, metal, further pain.He reacted instinctively, bidden by some newfound primal emotions he had no name for…
... and he speaks not of what else happened that day.
From then on, Arthur came to be known as Aurvandil. For the following 500 years, he was a dragon reviled and would send many fleeing whenever he set the sky ablaze. When Nidhogg roared, and the sky lit up, the Dravanian Horde was on the wing.It was thought that Aurvandil would continue to press the attacks for however long the Dragonsong War lasted. However, archives detail his last known sighting to have been halfway into the war. 500 years of being a harbinger of strife, followed by 500 years of simply... vanishing — at least until Nidhogg's roar was permanently silenced.In the modern era, Arthur has sprung up from seemingly nowhere, previously following a hrothgar mercenary and doing odd jobs at inns they stayed at. Currently, he is settled into — of all places — Ishgard as a resident.He speaks not his surname, and is content to either be the ghost of the soldier that died that winter's day so long ago, or a no name arcanist that can offer very little in terms of being useful.
❝With hands so soft, delicate and sweet
You learned to fall and balance on your own two feet❞
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❖ Drake King
➤ Heaveneater ⬩ DRK, GNB
Best friend, part of the Heathen Brood
♥♥♥♥♥
What should have been as water and oil is instead thicker than blood. Arthur trusts Drake implicitly, above all else. Insofar, Drake is the only person Arthur is comfortable enough to hang around as a dragon, without fussing.Arthur considers Drake his bedrock, and though Drake is prone to teasing him and pushing his buttons, can take it in stride. Arthur appreciates Drake's candidness, even if it does err towards being more blunt than he would like.On occasion, they are called into the adventuring lifestyle as a pair. They also make up two components of something called the Heathen Brood.Be warned: the two are incorrigibly horny when they inhabit the same space, and they are awful.➤ Into the Jaws
→ Kay ♦ DID System ♦ Furry ♦ Artist
➤ Any prns ♦ Genderfluid
Hello! I'm Kay, and I write Arthur and some other oc's, although it's probably safe to say Arthur is my go-to for rp purposes. I am a queer artist in his early 30's. Been playing FFXIV since the summer of 2022. My day job is as a bookstore employee and freelance artist.If you'd like to roleplay, feel free to ask for my Discord. :) If you have it, feel free to barge into my DMs! I am much more flexible with Discord rp, as I can access it all day as opposed to the game.
If you have a history of abuse, bigotry or fascist apologia then I will drop you. I don't care how good the rp is. If things like ACAB, Free Palestine, BLM or Land Back upsets you, you are not the writer for me.
I am happy to put Arthur in dynamics that are to his detriment as that provides him grounds for development, however I will never let that dynamic fall into domestic or sexual abuse territory. It will not happen to him. I will not hang out with people who write this.
Arthur tackles themes of death, grief, autonomy, identity, war, mental health, being palettable vs. accountable and familial and religious abuse. If these are themes you'd like to explore, let me know!