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Ascian oc alt || sometimes ooc
Sophos Draco @ Zodiark, Light
"𝘈𝘴𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘴?! 𝘐 𝘶𝘩... 𝘞𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘮𝘦."
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Bsky intro! FFXIV edition:
Muse: Sophos Draco (he/they)
Server: Malboro - Crystal 🌱
Main: Blackmage
Interests: Button Mushrooms, history, sight seeing, warmth, the feeling of sunshine, chewing ice.
BYF⬇️
Voidspeech, the dead language of Mhach, modern Eorzean tongue, the language of the ancients. Most they know.
Does your OC speak other languages?
If not, what language would you think they'd want to speak?
If yes, how many, and what are they?
Voidspeech, the dead language of Mhach, modern Eorzean tongue, the language of the ancients. Most they know.
📚Sophos
🌹Aurelia (Succu)
ngl.link/etros.gate
📚Sophos
🌹Aurelia (Succu)
ngl.link/etros.gate
[Muse drabble, profile event set up]
⚠️ Before you read!
𝘾𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙨 𝙩𝙤𝙥𝙞𝙘𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙝, 𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙙, 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙧𝙪𝙨𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙨. ❗️𝙋𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙖𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣.❗️
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[Muse drabble, profile event set up]
⚠️ Before you read!
𝘾𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙨 𝙩𝙤𝙥𝙞𝙘𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙝, 𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙙, 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙧𝙪𝙨𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙨. ❗️𝙋𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙖𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣.❗️
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📚Sophos
🌹Aurelia (Succu)
ngl.link/etros.gate
📚Sophos
🌹Aurelia (Succu)
ngl.link/etros.gate
📚Sophos
🌹Aurelia (Succu)
ngl.link/etros.gate
Age: guess.
Gender: apparently changes. A thing.
Nameday: forgot.
Birthplace: mha- mor dhona…
Race: elezen.
Clan: huh what
Name:
Age:
Gender:
Nameday:
Birthplace:
Race:
Clan:
How would your WoL/OC fill out this form if it were placed before them, knowing that there were no consequences to providing "incorrect" information?
Feel free to explain their reasoning. Or don't! I'm not the boss of you.
Age: guess.
Gender: apparently changes. A thing.
Nameday: forgot.
Birthplace: mha- mor dhona…
Race: elezen.
Clan: huh what
They can’t help but to wince at the thing that looks back.
“You pitiful creature…” they utter before turning away and sighing. The need a short rest. To the couch they go.
They can’t help but to wince at the thing that looks back.
“You pitiful creature…” they utter before turning away and sighing. The need a short rest. To the couch they go.
By the twelve… i hate myself more each day.
By the twelve… i hate myself more each day.