Arthur before the loss of his left eye.
➤ ARTHUR BLAYLOCK
✦ Hyur ⬩ SMN, PLD
| ▸ Age: | 27 |
| ▸ DoB: | Jan 12th |
| ▸ Height: | 5'0"/1.5m |
| ▸ Sexuality: | Bisexual |
| ▸ Status: | Taken, polyamorous |
| ▸ Occupation: | Administration, adventuring |
| ▸ Pronouns: | He/they/it |
| ▸ Ethnicity: | Coerthan |
A red-headed hyur of little to no repute. While he has the experience of an adventurer, he has not made a name for himself, and seems content to keep himself confined to a box following strict rules. He has a talent for causing his own problems. He named his carbuncle Yohann.
Arthur Blaylock is a clumsy, stuttery mess of a person trying to keep his head down.Notably a wallflower, he does not go out of his way to socialise with most people, but will return company if it is given. Easily scared by new things, places and people, he sticks to what he considers "safe".On the surface, he's little more than a face passing in a crowd with a friendly enough demeanour. In truth, he keeps many secrets close to the chest, and would rather take them all to the grave than speak them aloud. Still, curiosity is his vice, and a vested interest in arcanima keeps him open to talks of magic.To those he has formed a bond with, he is reliable as someone to call upon for favours and needing little in return. Obedient to a fault, he'll do almost whatever it takes to please those he considers friends, even if it's to his detriment.On occasion, he is called into the adventuring lifestyle, though a disinterest in combat means it is no longer a constant for him.
❝I'm a thief, I'm a coward, I'm a fool, it hurts
Thinking this was real❞
Arthur with his currently missing eye. His remaining eye has turned black.
➤ FACE of the SUN
Arthur is meant for lower stakes roleplaying. I am, at the moment, not open to putting him in very high stress situations. Treat him as a non-combatant character.I am disinterested in roleplaying with the following: primals, auspices, great wyrms, aliens or extraterrestrials, Ascians, Garlean royals, deities, Ancients, lightwardens, voidsent outside of reaper pacts, archfey or entelechies. Things that fall into these categories at lower stakes are welcome, though.Currently reworking hooks, come back later.
DRAGONSONG
Ishgardian background.
In his young adult years, Arthur served briefly in the Dragonsong War.
➤ CINDERS on the BATTLEFIELD
Born as a bastard child to a lowborn mother, Arthur started life in the dredges of Ishgardian society. When war ravaged everything he knew and struck his mother ill, he was taken in by a man who claimed charitability. Such olive branches tend to come with thorns in Ishgardian society, and for Arthur, it meant servitude: in exchange for becoming a ward - the property - of the lesser noble House, a cure for his mother would be found.His youth was spent in a lifestyle built around the sword and only the sword, a soldier helping in the culling of dragons and insurgents. By his mid-twenties, he was as efficient as obedient. But a high grade performance could not ensure his mother's health. When she flagged, so, too, did his devotion. A particularly bad night led to overindulgence in both vice and impulsivity. His chosen poison was dragonsblood.A heretic to be branded, and with no purpose left in Ishgard, he fled the city proper to lands unknown. The next handful of years were spent as a sellsword across Eorzea; a soldier with no other skill set found it difficult to work under other conditions, but if the odd job presented itself, he took it. He kept his head down and did not ask questions.In what free time he was spared, he became a fan of a fight club, the Wyld. It led him to following it all the way to Ishgard. Though begrudging the city, those he cared for centered themselves in the cold city-state. It led to finding love, and a desire to stay where that love to could found — and though staying in the city puts him in the crosshairs of those he wishes to avoid, the risk, he finds, is worth the gamble. All he craves is for that love to heal old wounds... and to put the sword down for good.
➤ AURVANDIL the ERRANT STAR
Dragon ⬩ Formerly of the Horde
... The truth has been cut out of Arthur's tale to keep his existence as a dragon as secret as possible.The quality of Arthur's dragonsblood was rich enough for him to become a full dragon, beyond the bounds of an aevis. The dragon that appeared from his imbibing appeared in the middle of Ishgard on the day of a solar eclipse, and burned like a star. He was given the name Aurvandil.After a short-lived fight, Aurvandil fled the city. In his wake, a few dozen citizens and knights had been killed.
Unable to continue his existence as a man, Aurvandil found his way into the horde, where he became a faceless member among dragonkind. When the horde was rally, so, too, did he take wing to raze Coerthan settlements.
Aurvandil's fame was short-lived. Greater threats than he existed in the horde, though he could not deny the clarion call of subjugation wrought upon him by the great wyrms that sung their chorus of war. To him, it was the dirge of an individuality he had, and so, he found himself falling back into line — and smiting former countrymen.Several generations later, and Aurvandil has fallen out of notoriety completely. He exists as little more than a footnote in the annals of Ishgardian history at most, with very few who can tell the story of the dread dragon that suddenly appeared one fateful day. Aurvandil has been all but forgotten by history, and he intends to keep it that way.
❖ Drake King
➤ Project Theophage ⬩ DRK, GNB
Friend...?; adventuring partner
♥♥♥♥♥
Arthur was the target of a discontinued bounty Drake had taken on. What should have ended with Arthur's death, instead somehow turned into a blossoming friendship that runs deep enough for Drake to almost consider him a friend proper.Drake's candid bluntness and head-on approach to life is a grounding experienc efor Arthur, even if Drake pushes his buttons a little too much. They're friends with benefits.The two operate as a sort of adventuring duo from time to time as time and energy allows.➤ Into the Jaws
❝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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→ 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!