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4: Is the city associated with your WoL/OC's starting class the place where their journey actually began? Did they actually come to it from outside as shown in the game, or were they born there? Do they feel welcomed or alienated by the city and its culture?
So, there's uh. A lot to cover here for each WoL so, more under the cut.
Xander: He's from Ul'dah, originally, and comes with a chunk of Gladitorial training under his belt. He took up the study of arcanima while he was on the road from Ul'dah to Vesper Bay, and from there, purchased a ship bound towards Limsa, where he began his studies in earnest in the Arcanist's Guild.
That is where his journey as the actual WoL began, but he has a lot of history in Ul'dah under both his birth name and his arena title in the Bloodsands. History that he would sooner see buried, thank you very much, so as far as he's concerned, Limsa is where he's from if anyone asks. And Ishgard is his home.
The culture is admittedly strange to him, but it's such a diverse group of seafaring folk there that he doesn't feel too put out by not fitting in all that much. His fellows in the Arcanist's Guild were his main companions at first, but he's grown comfortable with the Maelstrom's top brass and the more straightforward way that a lot of the piratey types handle things.
Celeste: As a bastard child of House Dzemael whose mother couldn't well enough keep quiet about her origins, she's more used to the cold and stone of the Brume and the unforgiving stone walls of Ishgard proper than the quiescent forestscapes of The Black Shroud. She came a bit sooner to Gridania than the starting point of the game would have you believe, pursuing the Conjurer's art that she'd learned the rudimentary elements of back home.
As a Duskwight, she naturally met with a lot of suspicion and discrimination from the forest-dwellers at first. However, with a winning smile and patience that should frankly have earned her canonization for Halonic Sainthood, she was able to start forging bonds with the locals. Bonds that admittedly meant next to nothing when push came to shove in the aftermath of the Bloody Banquet, but still. She's carved out a niche and is intent to stay in it.
M'hana: Her story is by far the most bizarre of the Dawnbreakers. She's originally from Ala Mhigo, a proud daughter of the M tribe who crossed the border to see if there was anyone across the border in Gridania who might be convinced to aid in the efforts of Ala Mhigan liberation. It was the Sixth Astral Era, and she bent her skill with a bow towards the Bardic arts as well, following whispers of rumors to the Circle of Knowing and the Path of the Twelve. She got wrapped up in the leadup to the Calamity, and then...
...Well, Carteneau happened. She was thrown through time and spent moons after arriving in the (Realm Reborn) present wandering about in search of her old comrades, only to find that people either didn't know who she was talking about or knew that they had perished. Her trip through time and the Lifestream had leached her hair silver and her wanderings gave her skin a more golden tone than they'd had when she hid beneath the bows of the forest. Unable to bring herself to continue on her old class paths, she instead threw herself into the Thaumaturgical arts her former husband refused to teach her and thus took herself to Ul'dah to improve her abilities. She's intimately familiar with Ul'dah's culture and is none too pleased dealing with it, but once she got used to people simply not remembering her as the hero she was, she started to have fun interacting with the city-states anew.
Iori: A proud former samurai of Doma, he was sent ahead to the West in search of allies to aid in a potential uprising against their Imperial overlords by Lord Kaien. He arrived to the shores of Vylbrand some few moons before the starting point of ARR, and spent most of that time gaining mastery of the language and practicing his skills both martial and non.
He had to sell his specially-commissioned blade to buy his passage, so all he had on him when he came to Limsa was a commoner's hatchet. He made connections with the Marauder's guild, and from there was assigned to protect an Arcanist for one of their basic jobs. The art intrigued him, and math is math, so arcanima and its mathematic glyphs came naturally to him. This allowed him to establish a niche in the Arcanist's Guild as well, where he came to know (and strongly dislike) Xander after his arrival.
Iori was raised in a much more genteel, disciplined sort of environment, so Limsa's crude, rough and tumble can disagree with him on many occasions. However, he can respect their plainspoken nature and the fact that none of them are too inclined to ask too much about his origins.
For the OC asks - #22!!
oh hey I remembered this exists like an age late lmfao
anyway was far as OC/WoL alignments go, here's the breakdown:
Xander: Lawful Neutral, but really, REALLY trying to hold himself to the standards of being Lawful Good
Celeste: Chaotic Neutral, deeply self-centered but also deeply loves that which she considers part of herself and has no respect for authority
M'hana: Chaotic Good- take Celeste's vibes, but remove some of the willingness to go straight for the murderhobo option when it presents itself
Iori: Lawful Neutral, but more self-aware and less self-loathing than Xander about it. He's cold and principled and he likes it that way, dammit.
A very feelsy, near the end of Endwalker spoilery one-shot involving my WoLstatic blorbos. I hope you enjoy!
FFXIV Writes Day 4 - "Off the Hook"
End of ARR spoilers, messy friendship dynamics, and relational drama.
Finding himself at the epicenter of a dwindling circle of friends was, unfortunately, not a new experience for Xander. He'd been through it many times before, especially before the Calamity, before he had the courage to live as his true self. The names and faces of those old friends had faded into the fog of memory, but the hurt their abandonment and betrayal seared into his heart remained. Remained and flared as he watched Iori stalk off in the middle of the night, proclaiming that he would focus on the true threats the star was facing- the primals- rather than allow himself to become distracted by petty geopolitical maneuvering.
Xander couldn't help but take offense at the auri man's description of the Crystal Braves. Yes, the organization was in its infancy and needed a lot of refining, but the idea was born of pure intentions and was not simple, petty politics. It wasn't, Alphinaud had grander ambitions than that.
Celeste's abrupt departure just after the conclusion of NOAH's investigation into the Crystal Tower hurt even more. When Iori left, Xander had been expecting it- he'd never seen eye-to-eye with the man. But Celeste, his ally, his confidante...
All the elezen left behind was a note.
"I think it's best if I go my own way for a while. Be able to help more people that way. Sorry. -C"
No direct words of confrontation, no litany of reasons why she left. Just an apology and silence. Now, M'hana was the only one left at his side as things in the wider world kept worsening. Rumors of dragons swarming the skies above Ishgard filtered to the Scions, prompting action.
Yet, they still had moments to breathe, moments of levity. Which is why, within the crystalline wastelands Mor Dhona had become, he and his miqo'te companion had set up camp beneath the stars.
After assisting the locals with some rampaging hippogryphs, Xander wandered back towards their campsite with weary step and heavy breath. The only thing that gave him some pause was the familiar sunny chattering with which M'hana filled the air. That she was talking to someone via linkpearl was obvious, but who...?
"...Oh come on, he's really not that bad."
Xander lurched behind a convenient crystal to keep himself out of sight, his heart dropping in an icy pit to the depths of his stomach. He didn't want to assume, and yet he couldn't help the inescapable suspicion coiling around his gut that she was talking about him behind his back.
A suspicion confirmed moments later when M'hana continued, oblivious to her eavesdropper, "No, seriously, Xan is fine. I get why ye left Elly, I really do, I know he was sort of shoving ye out of yer main 'thing' for the group. And- okie, I'll admit yer right, he can be a bit of an arrogant prick just like the Leveilleur boy can, but it's not that bad hanging out with him."
His heart squeezed, an old, familiar dread settling into the marrow of his bones. Dread, followed swiftly by seething resentment. So, Celeste answers HER linkpearl calls but refuses to answer MINE. And M'hana stays in touch with her behind my back, likely PRESUMING that I wasn't like to take it well if I found out...
"..and to be honest, Celeste? I feel kind of bad for the man."
Thump.
"I mean it's pretty obvious he never had many friends growing up."
Thu-thump.
"And it cannae be easy for him right now, handling all this shite on his own. I sort of pity him, y'know?"
Dread and festering resentment seared into rage. Xander's veins and eyes both felt ablaze as that ever-familiar word, 'pity', dropped once more from the lips of someone he trusted more than any other. Pity, sympathy, oh-don't-you-just-feel-so-bad-for-them, look-I'm-a-good-person-for-befriending-them. That's what it was. That's what it always was, never that they valued him, never that they enjoyed his company, oh no. It was always pity and usefulness that drove them.
His fists clenched at his side, his teeth grinding as he tried his damnedest to keep treacherous tears from falling down his cheeks. He stalked over to their shared campfire, M'hana's blithe and cheerful wave only stoking the fires of his fury.
"So. So. You pity me, huh? Is that why you stayed?"
The Sun Seeker's smile shrank by several molars. "...ye were listening in on the linkpearl call, then?"
"Answer the question."
She rubbed the back of her neck, tousling silver hairs at her nape. "I mean, no? Kinda? Not really? Look, it's sort of complicated-"
"Do. Not. Lie. To. Me."
M'hana shrank back as he stepped towards her, brows furrowing in a pained expression as she replied, "I wasn't! I'm not. I- fuck's sake, Xan, I didnae mean it like that-"
And there it was again. The same gormless, spineless excuse. Xander could practically feel the venom in his words as he spat, "Oh, I'm so sorry to have misinterpreted you, then. Pray, tell me then, how exactly did you mean it when you told Celeste you 'felt bad for me'? That you 'pitied me'?"
M'hana worked her mouth wordlessly for several moments before settling into a defeated pout.
"What's the matter? Coeurl got your tongue, Hana? Or are you just scared to admit the truth?"
She sighed, her expression uncharacteristically serious as she rose from her seated position and set about gathering her things.
"Oh. Oh, so you're just going to leave too? Too much of a coward to even bother answering me? I suppose I shouldn't be surprised, coming from the woman who hid behind the mask of her dead husband for moons and ran away when the world needed her most after the Calamity."
M'hana's body tensed, and Xander felt a lash of regret strike against his heart for those unspeakably cruel words as soon as they left his mouth. He recoiled, expecting for her to lash out in return, to shout with all the fire and fury he deserved for such a comment.
Instead, she kept her voice level. Annoyingly serene. "Look. I tried to give ye more of a chance than the others did, all right? But ye've clearly got some stuff that needs sorting out in yer insides, and ye know what? I'm comin' to realize it en't my job to help ye with it. I'm lettin' meself off the hook. Best of luck with the Braves, Xan. Ye and Alphie are gonna need it."
And before he could say anything else, the aether around her warped to whisk her away, leaving him alone by the campfire.
"...You're 'letting yourself off the hook' from helping me?" Xander murmured, incredulous for a moment before his voice rose to an echoing scream. One that he knew had no chance of ever reaching its intended target. "Well that's FINE! I never needed you! ANY of you! Filthy, parasitical leeches, the lot of you, riding the coattails of the Warrior of Light until he was no longer of use to you! That's just fine, I'm letting all of you off the hook from ever dealing with me again! I don't need you! I don't need ANYONE!"
His last scream echoed for what had to be malms for a moment before he collapsed to his knees, burying his face in his hands and letting out the sobs he'd been holding in. Bravely as he proclaimed it, with as much cruel certainty as he spoke those words, Xander knew himself for a liar.
He couldn't do this alone. He couldn't. Not when a confrontation with the Father of Dragons laid ahead of him. And so, when he'd finally managed to wrangle his emotions back under control and obtained a fitful night's sleep, he made a quick call in to the Scions for some adventurer backup. He would need the assistance to scale the wreckage of the Agrius. He could only hope that they would prove competent enough to handle the threats before them.