a parody, in praxis
a worn comatose
About
Ripped from his grave on the waning 13th shard, disturbing his eternal hunt, Sable was forced to be a weapon during the war of the Magi. His void-magic weilding owner grew lazy and bold in his hubris; where Sable was able to break his defense and slaughter the man. Since unbinding his shackles, Sable lurked and stalked in the shadows of the Source, adapting to each Calamity as would any animal. Ever hunting for a larger kill in order to saturate his ache for aether. In his bloodlust did he fall victim to the Mother's call. Hydaelyn, against all reason, decided the one she would call Warrior would be a blood-drunk Voidsent.Though he tried desperately to ignore the call of the Mothercrystal, he gave in and accepted the role. It was the deluge in the aetherial sea that set the idea in his head. He asked not what could he do for the shard, but what could the shard do for him? Once the threat of his own sustenance was gone, he would be free to feast. Sable imagined this plan would leave him undisturbed, and grew weary before meeting the full force of the Imperial army. Them. They would be the next on the menu.Each day passed, each year stretched; with no end in sight. His now fully-bloomed affection for the Scions disturbed his being. The prey-animal response he had learned over ten-thousand years slowly melted away, eroded with the newfound feeling of home. They were his new family, a body of people that respected and liked him, despite his circumstances and history. The thirst for aether ever lingers, though he abstained from murdering the innocent, his mind slipped into the black when the time came to draw weapons. HomeHe realised, with crystal clarity, that Hydaelyn chose him for his resilience. She saw how every calamity crashed against him as does the wave a rocky shore. He would be her Warrior. With his mind changed forever, he explores the Source and beyond in order to help those whos cries pierced through to him, comrades in tow.
What's in a name? Sable, like many other Voidsent, has lived a vast and fervid life. His own existence is as perplexing to him as death is to us. It's a truth, universal, but unclear. Given his 10034 years, he has lived countless lives. A warder in Golmore, treasure hunter in Ivalice, companion to Gunnhildr's Blades, Liberator of Bozja.. innumerable stories to tell with so few words available for such a task.Every year he lingered on the source was another year of his true life forgotten. Steadily, he held onto his previous identity on the 13th as the heir apparent to his family name, riches and estates. Inconcievable wealth was waiting for him until that fateful day. His 34th nameday was host to a grand ball, all in Troia were invited, be it high born or low. Comeraderie also extended to the kingdom of Baron, though none answered the call. The festivites were alive, the joys and warmth were a sweet summer peach until all became none. The safety his family assumed they were ensured turned to ash in their mouths as the blackness encroached on the sun like a starved animal.Great swathes of black matter bled into the sky, folding the landscape within seconds. Every modicum of light was stripped and chewed as it bent and warped into a manifesting maw. Never once did they anticipate their safe haven would be host to such horror, and each scream and wail a guest uninvited. As he lay there, Sable watched his home of lush, abundant forests ravaged and violated by the darkness. He receeded into his mind as a dog would a kennel when danger presented itself.His mental stasis paralyzed him as each and every face he knew and loved was torn and mangled. His father. His mother, the Epopt of the court, his twin sister all met the same fate; unexistence. No amount of White Magicks could save them, he couldn't even attempt to save them in his state. Only by something of a divinity did he survive.There he slumbered, with no concept of time, for 10,000 years. His mothers voice slowly fading from his head, his life and name, friends and family all became nothing to him. Foreign concepts and empty memories all at war with reality in his mind. His body was in its own war of survival. When he couldn't bring himself to fight, maim and eat the Voidsent that he hunted; his body would. A mind at odds with the desperation the body feels when it's pushed to starvation all dancing in one unagreeable waltz.What's in a name? A good question, indeed.
Many things linger, though never so much as pain... (wip)
Roleplay Info
Roleplay is slightly limited, as I'm often not in the mood as of late. When I'm IC, I'll have the "RP" tag enabled. I rarely roleplay outside of Crystal DC, but it has happened.No partners under 21, whatsoever.Short-term preferred*Game lore can be bendy, let's have FUNNSA, meaning, no Discord, No friending. **All levels of experience are fine with me!*but will gladly continue a fun session if we happen upon eachother
**unless I personally enjoy you, meta-wise
Hooks
Mhach, and all things War of the Magi! I love itVOIDSENT!!!!Tempering, and mind-control are always funGridania-based roleplay is always fun, tooVoid-pactsEavesdropping, Sable is very nosy and curious!Vampirism!Seething hatred for the Adders!