Lance is the eldest of three children. He has a younger sister and younger brother. His brother is set to inherit everything instead of him. While he has not been outright disowned he is not thought highly by his father an grandfather because of choosing Haillenarte over Dzamael. The only thing expected of him as a child of the Aurifore is to marry well an keep the bloodline strong. (The whole thing with his cousin is something else entirely.)
He was originally intended to be much different then the sweet cinnamon bun he became. He was supposed to be a snobby jerk. But as I was building him he became something else entirely. He became this gentle understanding man with a strong desire to serve House Haillenarte. Though he does have a competitive streak when it comes to sparring.
Myself: I originally bought FFXI for my brother to play. Ended up playing myself for 9yrs. Was a raider an everything. Though FFXI Destiney and Karigan eventually got stories towards the last few years of my gaming life on XI. If I hadn’t played XI I might never have played XIV. XI was my very first MMO.
(Oh gosh. If we mean relationships as in dating Dest hasn’t had any unhealthy ones she refused to break off. If we’re talking friendships then she has one currently. Her friendship with Leera. It’s not exactly a healthy relationship for her. Not when it puts her at odds with her company mates at times. Yet she refuses to break off the friendship, insisting there is something worth saving in Leera. Even if it will mean standing against people she considers friends at times. Like Felix.)
(Lance hasn’t had many romantic relationships either. But his relationship with his family is unhealthy. It has been for years. Yet they are his family. So he tries to tough it out. Doesn’t help he feels his options of where to turn are limited. Not that he wishes to burden others. So far only Tara and Miu has he trusted enough to tell of his family an they way they treat him.)
So I had seen this going around an wanted to do it. But I was also tagged for it too. @cassie-qq I’m drop it below a read more because I’m do it for all three of my kids. Dest is first followed by Lance and then Karigan.
(Honestly for Highlander Men it depends on what they look like. If it is someone like Felix?
💘💘💘💘
Most Highlander men though she finds hard to see as appealing.)
Elezen
♂ Wildwood Men : 💗💗💗💗💗 ♀ Wildwood Women :
💘💘💘💘
♂ Duskwight Men :
💗💗💗💗💗
♀ Duskwight Women :
💘💘💘💘
Miqo’te
♂ Seeker Men :
💝💝💝
♀ Seeker Women :
💝💝💝
♂ Keeper Men :
💝💝💝
♀ Keeper Women :
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Lalafell
♂ Plainsfolk Men :
💔
♀ Plainsfolk Women : 💔
♂ Dunesfolk Men :
💔
♀ Dunesfolk Women :
💔
Au ra
♂ Xaela Men :
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♀ Xaela Women :
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♂ Raen Men :
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♀ Raen Women :
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Lancefer Aurifore
Physical Attraction Levels
(Lance is less about looks and more about personality really. Though he finds Lalas to be… not interesting. Not that he really knows many. Too long living in Ishgard.)
Last of the photo spamming tonight (errr… this morning? XD Wow. Didn’t realize how late it was.) I’ll save the starlight stuff for another time. Lance and Tara seem to be like my Dest and Nate. XD There is this irresistible urge to let Lance bother Tara. I think he enjoys it. >_>; She’s about as demanding of a healer as Dest is. But she is also a total sweetheart too underneath it all. (Not to mention Dest and Tara have quite a few things in common actually.) Tara was there when Lance needed a friend. Even if they got off to a slightly rocky start.
Tara Griffinsong: “…” Tara says nothing
at first, staring out at Dravania in the far distance. “…If you
wish.”
Lancefer Aurifore frowns and looks at her a moment
before finally climbing up to sit beside her on the wall. “I am guessing
something very bad happened last eve. Neither you nor Destiney seem to be
yourselves this eve.”
Tara Griffinsong wipes red rimmed eyes, “…You
could say that, yeah. It….it was damaging to all of us, in our own way.”
Lancefer Aurifore ‘hmms’ softly as he looks out at
the snowy skies. “I was afraid of such when my cousin pretty much told me
to get the hells out of her house an find you instead. What happened last
night? If it is okay for me to ask.”
Tara Griffinsong glances over at him, her eyes
flitting away before she could meet his eyes, “We…It started out fine, a
normal mission…for us anyway. We eventually got into a situation where a
machine? Spell? Where -something- showed us….memories. For most of us, I
think, they weren’t happy either.”
Lancefer Aurifore looks over at Tara as she explains.
“I see…Must have been pretty bad if both you and my cousin are out of
sorts this eve. Do you wish to talk about it? You did listen to me the other
night. I would be willing to offer the same if you so wish.”
Tara Griffinsong points at the mountains in the
distance. “I was born over those, in the Orn Wildes. Or so near the Wildes
it wasn’t really the Hinterlands anymore and it wasn’t the Wildes yet. There’s
a ranch there, called Little Hope.” She laughs, a little broken,
“Little Hope isn’t so little really.”
Lancefer Aurifore: “I don’t think it matters if
it is little or not. To someone at some time it was that small shred of hope
they needed most likely. It is Hope that gives some people the drive needed to
push forward when things are bleak.”
Tara Griffinsong: “We’re…family. Refugees from
basically everywhere the Empire’s looked who’ve made it across Abalathia’s
Spine is welcome in our home and I’m actually related to most of them.
We….also have taken in…people the See is not fond of.” She chooses her
words carefully. “I was born the second of three children, with my twin
the only one younger than me.”
Lancefer Aurifore frowned at her comment on the See,
looking around to make sure no others knights had been nearby. “So many
people found hope in what your family offered. So the place is actually well
named despite not being so little. Please continue.”
Tara Griffinsong tugs her cap off as the wind
settles, letting her waist length hair unfurl behind her.
Tara Griffinsong: “For years, we were peaceful.
We didn’t make trouble with our ‘neighbors’ and even breed war chocobos. Aiden
was my older brother, a good eight years older than me, but we were thick as
thieves, more so than me and my twin really. He understood me in a way
that….no one else has ever really been able to.”
Lancefer Aurifore: “Sounds like he was a good
older brother. What happened to him? You said ‘was’. I take it he is no longer
walking this world. Forgive me for asking if it hurts too much. You may ask me
to leave if you wish.”
Tara Griffinsong: “Carteneau. He was eight years
older than me, so he was nineteen when the Alliance went to battle. Ishgard
wasn’t involved, of course, but Aiden somehow got his way south and joined the
Adders. …He didn’t make it home.”
Lancefer Aurifore made a soft ‘hmph’ noise. “So
then the odds were high that maybe you an Destiney met for a reason. Did she
ever mention Carteneau to you?”
Tara Griffinsong nods quietly. “She did.”
Lancefer Aurifore: “Maybe one of the Twelve
thought the two of you could use each other. Well use is not really the right
word. A shared pain is an easier burden when it is shared. Have you ever told
her about your brother?”
Tara Griffinsong shakes her head, “Most days his
memory is bearable and she hurts far worse than I.”
Lancefer Aurifore looks at her in silence for a long
moment. Thinking of the words he wanted to say. “I think you should. Or at
least maybe try. Maybe she is finally healing? Unless it was something about
her father she saw last eve. She wouldn’t tell me. Seemed to get lost in her
thoughts easier than usual.”
Tara Griffinsong shakes her head, “I…wasn’t
really able to focus on what others were reacting or saying. My own memories
were….distracting.” She slides off the railing and picks up the sack and
a large, cloth wrapped item that looked far too heavy for her to be carrying,
though she managed fine. “…Join me? I’m going to do something I should
have done while coming south.”
Lancefer Aurifore watches her get up, eyeing the
sack. “Of course. I would gladly offer you my sword and shield out here.
Not that I do not believe you a capable young woman. It just makes me worry
less. If that is alright to you. Or I would even offer to carry that for you if
you wished.” Brushes snow off his armor as he climbs down off the wall.
Tara Griffinsong shakes her head, “We’re not
going far and it’s my thing to carry.” She smiles wanly.
Lancefer Aurifore: “Then lead on and I shall
follow.”
Tara Griffinsong pauses, grumbling a little about
public stair safety and hefting the wrapped object higher in her hold.
Tara Griffinsong takes a deep breath at the opening
to the cave.
Lancefer Aurifore keeps an eye on her while still
making sure to keep an eye out for anything dangerous as well. “So what
have you come here to do? If you do not mind me asking.”
Tara Griffinsong bites her lip, “Visiting the
Fury’s Gaze.”
Lancefer Aurifore: “That much I could figure by
where we are.”
Tara Griffinsong sends him a dry look.
Tara Griffinsong gazes around the cave, staring at
the stalagmites and tites, seemingly searching for something.
You look around.
Tara Griffinsong walks over to one of the bigger
ones, feet making little to no sound.
Lancefer Aurifore looks up before closing his eyes and
making a motion of respect for Halone.
Lancefer Aurifore walks over and quietly watches
Tara.
Lancefer Aurifore eyes the axe she had placed against
the pillar. “Did it belong to your brother?”
Tara Griffinsong kneels and drags from her sack a
large, flat stone and sets it before the pillar, making four indentations in it
with a touch of aether. Next comes candles, one deep purple, one blue, one
white and lastly a pitch black one. “Yes, one of the only uncharred things
that was found to bring home to us.” She lights the candles with a match
and smiles, “Rest well in Halone’s Halls, Aiden. May She greet you with a
Warrior’s welcome, for you fell in battle protecting your home and your
family.”
You kneel respectfully.
You offer a moment of silence.
Lancefer Aurifore looks back towards the stone
bearing Halone’s mark before looking back towards the axe and Tara. “I am
sure Halone has embraced him with open arms. She does not forsake those who
have served her well.” His words were softly spoken.
Tara Griffinsong quieter, “Be safe big
brother…I miss you…”
Tara Griffinsong: “I hope so…I wasn’t…sure
if I should do this, since he never fought for Ishgard, but…I felt I had to,
you know? I know this is probably unorthodox and frowned upon to leave these
here…”
Tara Griffinsong: “I got mad at him, you know,
before he left. My last words to him was that he was abandoning us, me. I was
mad that I didn’t tell him I loved him.” She sobs.
Lancefer Aurifore steps closer and puts his hands on
her shoulders first, not wanting to startle her. Before wrapping his arms
around her in a hug from behind. “Halone may be the patron who watches
over Ishgard but her children are not just those of us born and bred in
Ishgard. I am sure she loves all her children no matter their birth. Even your
brother.”
Tara Griffinsong sobs freely now, hands coming up to
hug his arms as tears stream down her face.
Lancefer Aurifore just lets her cry as he holds her.
“I’m sure he knows you love him too. You’ve probably made him proud so
many times. Look at all the good you’ve done. The people you’ve helped. If he
watches over you… I am sure he is very proud of his little sister. I would
be.”
Tara Griffinsong hiccoughs, “Twelve I hope so.
I…I don’t think I’ve earned his pride though.” She sniffles,
“How…how do I submit a formal request to Haillenarte to not remove it?
Or at least move it somewhere more appropriate and not throw it off the
cliff?”
Lancefer Aurifore takes a deep breath an looks up. “I can try
calling in some favors. Maybe talk to Lord Francel. He would probably be the
best one to convince. He is a very kind young man who I am proud to serve under.”
Tara Griffinsong shakes her head, “I’ll do it
Lancefer. I don’t want you spending your favors on me.”
Lancefer Aurifore chuckles softly. “No. It is
alright. They would be well spent if they offered you some measure of peace. I
wish I could do the same for my cousin.”
Tara Griffinsong tilts her head up to glare at him,
poking his arm gently. “It’s fine. I’ll ask the Lord myself. I’m not that
socially awkward.”
Lancefer Aurifore let’s go of her to raise his hands
in the air, a slight grin on his face. “Alright. I did offer at least. But
yes I would suggest talking with Lord Francel. He is a kind hearted young man.
If any of the Haillenarte children might hear you out, it would be him.”
Tara Griffinsong drags gentle fingers down the head
of the axe, pressing a kiss to her fingers and then her fingers to the axe.
“Rest well Aiden. Feast and Make Merry at Halone’s side.”
Lancefer Aurifore: “May Halone watch over his
soul.”
((I had this lovely rp sene with @nebula1984‘s Lancefer! Thank you for cheering up my girly!))
Just a few pictures to share. Still have some asks an such to answer. Just been a crazy few days. 😀 I promise I haven’t forgotten them. Mission time soon for the Order or I would answer them now. I may be sporadic for a few days as I get into the swing of cookie making though. ^^/ But I will still be popping in an out.
(For Dest it would consist of her contents of a pouch since not all her outfits have pockets. So a small notebook, a deck of black cards with gold trim, bandages, some gil, a potion, and an ether. Her basic everyday items.)
(For Lance it’s mainly gil. He doesn’t carry much when he has duty. If he’s not on duty he carries a bit more. A linkpearl to reach Miu and a map cause he isn’t familiar with areas beyond Coerthas.)
(Karigan tends to carry a pouch or two because she doesn’t exactly have a place she calls home right now. Definitely gil, extra daggers, a change of clothes, and a couple potions.)
(Depends upon your definition of animal. Domestic animal? No. He’s never had any pets nor been interested in approaching ones owned by others. Wild animals? Depends if aevis count. Well there was one wolf. But all these bites have happened after he was an adult. So it’s not really affected him much. Makes him a bit more wary around those creatures. But any wild creature is likely to bite in certain situations. So he always tries to be cautious around wild animals.)
(Spring and Fall. She’s a fan of the weather that isn’t too cold or too hot. Watching the colors of those two seasons is even better. Flowers in the Spring and Leaves in the Fall.)
Flashes of images. Pain and blood. Her own screams, mixed in agony and despair. Those leering faces of the Imperials as she sat there pinned to the wall by that lance. A sword piercing into her chest. Waking up, heart in her throat an hand over her chest.
(While they no longer happen nearly as often anymore, she does on occasion still have the same reoccurring nightmare. Mostly around the time of year that the incident occurred is when it is most often. But it’s been getting better because she has found a good support system in the company she calls family.)
(Summer. He’s spent so many years dealing with endless winter that he much enjoys the heat of summer. Not to mention he’s grown to like going to the beaches.)
Smoke and screams filled the corridor. The roar of a dragon shakes the walls. Lance was a novice once more. Yet no matter how hard he ran he never seemed to gain any ground towards the fighting. The orders shouted out were muted to him. Bursting through the doorway finally left him outside. No! That wasn’t where he wanted to be! He fell to his knees, looking up at the burning Vigil.
(Lance doesn’t have this nightmare often but it is the most common if he should have a nightmare. He was a novice at the time he was assigned to the Steel Vigil when he was younger. He was one of the lucky ones to escape because of Chlodebaimt’s sacrifice.)
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