Ethel

The Snow Veena
A Final Fantasy XIV RP carrd

A snow-haired lady approaches calmly, offering you gentle smile. The strange device around her neck dims in blue, asking in a convincing tone

“Well met -kzt- stranger, may I sit here?”

• The bnnuy
• RP Hooks
• Story
• Constellation
• Gallery
• OoC

"Spring hope"

Credits: Erubara76

The bnnuy

Basics

First name: Ethel
Last name: Fontana
Age: around 90-95 years old
Race and clan: Viera, snow veena woman
Nameday: After the Second Astral Moon’s fortnight
Birthplace: Dalmasca, Skattay Range
Home: Isghard (naturalized), currently lives in Gridania
Patron deity: Halone (chosen), Thaliak (nameday)
Echo affinity: none

Physical

Height: 6’1.5″
Sizes: “Don’t ask, it’s embarrassing”
Build: slender
Scars: bears many, but the only one usually seen -half-hidden- is the long, thin one crossing her neck, too clean to be from accident.
Notable features: Mute. Short-furred feet and lower legs.

Aetherical

Elemental affinity: Wind, very strong
Aether concentration: quite above viera standard
Aether flow: average

Sentimental

Orientation: straight – monogamy
Interest: Romantic
Relationship status: happily newlywed

Professionnal

Occupations:
Hunter Haven Free Company's secretary
Thavnairian martial dancer initiate
Former independent weaver
Favored weapons: Cuddles, dancing steps (chakrams optional). Also, weaver needles
Job crystal: Dancer, belonging to a former thavnairian kriegstanzmeister

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Languages:

Signs – very fluent, mastering local variations
Eorzean – fluent
Ishgardian – fluent
Vieran – few words

Nature:

Ethel is a very quiet character, not only by her condition alone. Her habit of sitting in the background pertains from her obvious lack of self-confidence, despite her distinguished manners when encountered in cafes and venues.

However, it is a curious and social soul, simple in its warmth and smile when entertained by a conversation once her shyness tamed. Almost childish sometime, be it by her tastes, or touching clumsiness. Even more so with her obvious weakness to teasing ...Yet, the caring veena can even give some motherly vibes to far younger people than her.

As much as she can give beaming expression, her eyes are often lost in melancholy when left to her thoughts. But if she can help it, she prefers to bear with her own woes in natural silence, a lesson she learnt.

At work, she is all in focus and seriousness, the kind of pushing herself too much to see the task done. But when it comes to interact with her patrons or locals, her gentleness is her greater asset.

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Story

[This page is for you dear reader to get an idea of the character's theme. If you want to avoid spoiler, smash back button ! Warning : Meta is a risk of getting bnnuy bite !]

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[Pre-ARR] Early years

Ethel does not retain any memories of her distant childhood. A blank canvas and many questions… Sometime in her dreams, she can glimpse a blurry image of a high, snowy peak. A very loose clue, a guess she might’ve grown up in Skattay. A bnnuy without roots, until a very peculiar visit in her hospital chamber during her recovery.A kin of sun hair, holding the answers she sought. Both hails from one of the highest veena villages in the Skattay range, Ymir. A place of frigid cold and almost permanent snow, giving birth to a peculiar lineage with short furred legs and perfect coloration to blend in and hunt in the white landscape. By the miracle of modern medicine, the stranger named Setharial had the revelation this familiar face was half-sister of his, both their father being the oldest woodwarden knew from the village. So old, in fact, his name was even forgotten by him. He was thus simply referred as elder Ymir. And so, by her uncanny similar features, he could reveal Ethel who is her mother. Yggred, the village’s matriarch.By her ascendancy, Ethel’s remarkable resilience find a start of explanation. But also bears a terrible curse. For veena’s life expectancy can reach quite above half a millennia, one of a matriarch’s lineage can live far, far longer… But she also gained the certitude out there, she is not alone.

[pre-ARR] Chains of Aldenard

Flickering recollection is perhaps for the best… Ethel’s arrival in Aldenald was in a cage, to be sold in Ul’dha slave market. Her appearance and features made her a pricey addition in the wealthy's harem, and so started her long march in hells. Used as a tool for lust she rarely missed to attract, her defencelessness too alluring for the worst of man’s wickedness. A distracting object to torture, a bargaining tool in the cynical chess play among the city’s richest above all laws: the monetarists.

A thousand lashes
Credits: Scarchou

She saw many sisters of misfortune be brought then discarded as age started to wither their charms, something she couldn’t expect to free her from her coil. They took her freedom, dignity, but worst of all… Her voice. One owner of hers, tired of her weeping, had her vocal chords removed. Her health too was robbed, as lashes and torture tools bite her flesh for lasting damages, her mind assailed by drugs. Stripped of her humanity, came a time she simply didn’t reacted anymore to pain… No relief came in these sixty long years of servitude, away from the Gods’ eyes.

[1.0] Shrouded in snow

Calamity caused many distresses and hard time for most, merely and annoyance for the richest in their ivory tower. However, budget cut was in order… What to do about a low-value slave? Simple, throwing it away. Even better in a deadly situation for one last laugh, for instance in the Coearthian blizzard flocking with wolves. And such was her fate during a business trip of her late owner, left naked and beaten in the snow. She desperately tried to find shelter in vain. Only as she was about to collapse, her body frost-bitten, she saw a fire light from a cave. But instead of help, only cold steel welcomed her. A wary man in strange armor adorned with spikes, speaking of her as alien or heretic. She tried to plea her cause in the very limited capacity she had, but only collapsed near the fireplace. Would death set her free? It was her last thought before awaking in the comfort of a warm bed in a modest house in the Holy City of Ishgard.The dragoon knight dumped her on the doorstep of his mentor, a retired hyur veteran by the name of Yvain Belami. The man was internally boiling from the veena’s state and sworn to see her back to health. Regardless of the rumors to take a stranger woman in his abode, he spent much time and energy to give her back slivers humanity. Teaching her to read and write to communicate with a slate and chalk stick, behaving like a proper citizen, even giving her a name. Ethel, borrowed from a small now frozen stream he used to fish. Never he touched her, giving instead the warmth of a friend, mentor, and the closest she could ever recollect of family.

[ARR to end HW] The Unsung Spears

Alas, Isghard was facing its direst hour in the millennia old war against the dragons. No effort could be spared to keep the heretics and the brood of the archenemy Nidhogg away from the Holy City. Templier and knights order were stretched thin, in urgent need of fresh arms… And so, a morning, a pair of soldiers knocked at Yvain’s door. It was fairly known he hosted a stranger, now requisitioned to fight or be expelled. Despite his protests, Ethel was taken in the templier retinues, and called to serve in the rear-line auxiliaries. But fate was cruel. The dragoon she owned rude rescue spotting her on the training ground and decided to beat some sense in this stranger. To his displeasure, the basics taught by Yvain and her strong affinity to wind aether allowed her to resist few blow… And made the dragon's relic react. She was compatible in a time of need, and so took in the Azure Dragoon order despite being a stranger. However, never to be recognized as an equal nor equipped with a dragon blooded armor.Instead, she was sent with the other aliens, outcasts and misfits conscripted like her. More than a hundred souls left with little choice than dying alone, or together for the Holy City with distant promise of amnesty or citizenship if they ever managed to survive long enough. Only the most dangerous missions were given to those Unsung Spears, deep strikes in enemy-held territories, ambush, assassinations… By owning a job crystal, Ethel came to be as a lieutenant, with the difficult mission to keep in check the other crystal wielders of sinister reputation: Dark knight, tempering with the same energy than the hated demons summoned by heretics. She saw the horrors of war, people once brothers tearing each other apart, innocents slaughtered. Worst was the massacre of Gargogne, Yvain’s birthplace. But she also found slivers of relief in the camaraderie from fellow brothers and sisters in arms, while other made her days -and nights- true ordeals.Far from the harsh reality, denizens who glimpsed at the white and silent dragoon shrouded by snow started to speak of the Snow Hare, telling their children about a benevolent guardian punishing Isghard’s foes in the blizzard. A tale was born, fragment of hope given in dark hours. Something she couldn’t be aware of.All ended in the last days of the Dragonsong War, when a returned Nidhogg darkened the sky with his brood to scorch the Holy City. Trying to reach collapsing defence lines after a deployment in Dravania, the Unsung Spears’ company aircraft was attacked by a splinter wing of ebony dragons. Crashing in the highlands, many were killed on the spot… alongside the leader and most of the veterans. Ethel made it, although injured, only to realize command befell on her shoulder. Surrounded, isolated, she had to give the worst and only order she never gave. She asked them to die here, taking with them as much winged fiend as possible to relieve the Holy City defenders. And Spears were shattered, unsung bravery displayed far from anyone’s eyes. For a time, they held thigh, the wreck of their airship makeshift bastion. Until a massive dragon came to end it all, engaging Ethel… A fight she knew be her last. With all her remaining strength she aimed for the beast’s heart but failed. Both fighters fell from the steep cliff, plunging to their death far from the slaughter.

[post HW to EW] A slow decline

Her body broken once more, she welcomed her final rest in cold and silence. But it was once more to be denied by her precious friend, finding her lying against the slain dragon, armor pierced by one of his claws. Even today, she isn’t sure on how she survived…She was nursed in the walls of the Holy City, this time with consideration from her order. Peace finally came, and winds of change… She wept for all those lost before being able to see their sacrifice bear fruits. Her crystal lost, her strength diminished, she earned to retire as a full citizen and learn how to live as such.In need to make a living, she took on clothcraft for one of the Crozier’s guilds, diligently learning. Content with a low-profile and modest life, she found small happiness for the first time, taking up house duty the evenings in the abode shared with an aging Yvain. Slowly she saw years gnawing away his strengths where countless battle failed to do so. A heartbreak, with the unavoidable issue she refused to acknowledge.The ageless lady kept from him her own woe. Year by year, her own body weakened, her senses dulled to the point only permanent cold inhabited her… Stigmata from the war perhaps, but also the gruesome state of her back as permanent reminder of her time in Ul’dha. Fighting for the City only accelerated the process of her decline, now catching on her.And then dreaded time to say farewell to Yvain came, the old man making her promise to live on and search for happiness. But it was too much for the grieving veena. Despite the last benevolence of giving her a small house in the Firmament as legacy, Ethel remained inconsolable for months. Despite her efforts, it always felt empty of any presence she needed so much…
Slowly but surely as year passed by, the lady tried to make up to her promise, visiting the other city states and venues to make connections. Even establishing herself as independent weaver, now capable enough to serve a clientele of workers, even nobles up to Sky pirates praising the sturdiness of her garb.She made friends by many trials and errors, even started to feel her heart race for someone... but despite elaborated potions, her state turned to the worst. Where lashes and battles failed, the slow leak of her aether was killing her.

[mid EW] Cur[s]e - The death of an heart

Ethel’s very small world crumbled away in a matter of months. Her waning aether preventing her to quit Ishgard then soon her very abode, her very capacity to walk slowly gnawed away. Cut from her friends, the rare visits were only temporarily relief from her growing despair. Her sentimental life only gave more wounds, all previous attempts to grow closer ending up in being toyed with or, at the end, being outrightly rejected.Solace came too late, as she felt her emotions crumbling in Ser Vaindreau's Grace‘s hospital, awaited a distant and uncertain transfer to Sharlayan. There, in perhaps the most advanced medical facility in Eorzea, plans were made to revive a centuries-old remedy to save her now miserable life. By the time she could finally make the travel in company of her friend and benefactor Ser Bastion’s Vorst, she was no more than a shadow of herself, barely able to move. The hardship to find the remedy’s ingredients and the hopelessness of her feelings achieved to break her body and mind and was plunged in artificial coma to slow down Death’s approach.Hopefully, the many blades and friends scouring the world to get the precious material succeeded, each pill made restoring further her aether circulation. Alas, mind stigmata were harder to tackle, Ethel having lost her will to live, her capacity to hope and dream. The many visits didn’t help much at first, until she finally accepted the idea to live on, for the sake of others if not her… Even gained in the process new voice and fleeting feeling of belonging. But she still has a long way to go before managing the marks this last ordeal left.

[end of EW to DT] the dawn after the longest night

Strangers in paradise, a well-earned romantic respite in Werlyt

Credits : GamerJJE (X)

The silent ladybun slowly learned how to walk by her own in this new life given to her. Her struggle against the gloom of her past and initial lack of belief in true happiness were tempered by her renewed curiosity of the Star. Small joys, new encounters, bonds, hardships, doubts, the nuances of existence she tasted little until now.And so, at long last, she felt the wind of changes and soared. New faces replaced the old ones of friends lost in sight. But for the very first time she choose the path she wanted to walk. After much research and inconclusive self-teaching, she managed to find a thavnairian dancer teaching their art. Gradually, she spent less time inside with her clothcraft tools, and more outside learning the ropes of an adventurer. But she never thought the treasure she dreamed for so long was right next to her.A friend met in an unfriendly place, someone sharing her longing for exploration yet sharing the woe of inexperience. Kisne and the bnnuy spend increasingly time together, be it in a library, in front a nice cup of hot chocolate or taking on small missions for rookie adventurers. Trust grew, alongside a far deeper bond... But it took long for the two oblivious bun to realize its nature.For the first time of their long life, they felt love in its purest form. His affection knows no bounds, and so the care and patience as the bnnuy struggles with the lasting effects of her past. Yet by gestures and touch, she displays her feelings she's unable to completely utter.Working together, then living under the same roof only confirmed their hearts' desire : weaving their path as one, for the centuries to come.Yet, their newfound idyll didn't stopped life throwing lemons at them. During their first lovebun vacations in the remote Werlyt coast, misfortune struck : a defective Fete's firework landed on the couple's abode... Burning the cottage beyond repairs before any help arrived

An home lost, memories turned to ashes

Credits : GamerJJE (X)

Ethel took several weeks to cope with the loss of her departed mentor's last gift. The couple's lush cocoon of serenity was no more... Despite fair gil compensation, some things were irreplacable. Yet, the most pressing matter was to find shelter. Thankfully, Kisne started to work few months priors for well-established free company, and sought assistance there.In this trying time, the gentleness and consideration offered helped the couple, but most of all Ethel greatly. The leader offered a portion of the company hall's attic for them to live as long as necessary, making sure to make the place decent. To the ladybun left without stable earning with the destruction of her cloth craft tools, she offered honest contract ; aware of Ethel's training, she took her in trial as a scout for her hunting troupe.And so, encouraged by her love, the ladybun put all her efforts in her dancing arts. Until her master considered her ready to make her debut as an initiate... Albeit the show went close to a very embarrassing one for Ethel, she passed. As a parting gift, the viera was entrusted with a soul crystal to make further steps on the Kriegstanz' path.The wearer let place to the adventurer, right in time for a big event shaking the many wanderers community ; trade routes for the western continent of Tural were about to open, bearing promise of a New World full of discoveries and riches. A new adventure she will embrace side by side with her beloved and surrounded by trustworthy allies.

Sunset embrace

Credits : Loys

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RP Hooks

1 - The talkative mute

Hard to miss how peculiar this lady communicate. Unfortunately mute, she can yer rely on a strange choker of allagan design voicing her thoughts. The calm voice couldn't sound more natural up the the slightest intonation, safe from sparse buzzing. The device has its perks though : She can keep this gentle smile during the conversation, and reply while stuffing her mouth with a sweet pastry.

2 – Weaving her way

This lady is often seen outside with refined garb made of delicate fabrics. Quite glamorous, yet easily embarrassed by lingering gazes... Most of her cloth are hand-made, the bnnuy remaining modest about her skills. Working for a time at the Crozier, her diligence and dedication allowed her to open her own small pret-a-porter workshop. She named it The Rabbit’s Pawn, and thrived by the Empyreum in her own abode. Sadly the fire put an end to her artisan career for now, but her love for the art didn't waned.Don’t be surprised to see her getting close to observe your cloths !

3 – Survived the Cur[s]e

Remaining elusive on the nature or origin of her scars, the ladybun prefers to speak of the brave souls that scoured the realm for her sake. Despite her limited knowledge on the topic, she even indulges on the old hingan remedy that brought her back from the very doorsteps of the ethereal sea. Yet, the glint of regret in her eyes make clear it's a rather heavy topic for the ladybun.

4 – Prancing scout

Now able to forge her own path, Ethel’s interest for travels took another turn. Adventurer’s journal and her contacts encouraged the bnnuy to put aside a bit the needle for another job. Discreet, nimble and with some sincere interest for the arts, she took on Kriegstanz training, the thavnairian dancing martial art. Under master Nashmeira's guidance in Limsa Lomisa, she grew proficient in the core steps. Far from battle-thirsty, she loves adventurers’ company to listen their stories and share valuable information.She still needs to be heavily encourage to offer any show though. A shame, given her pleasant appearance...

Run girl, run !
Credits: Elima

5 – The song of the Snow Hare

[ For characters tied to Isghard]

Fluent of isghardian language subtleties, the coerthian etiquette and of course quite found in its cooking… She would perfectly blend as a regular citizen if not her feet and ears. She was indeed well integrated, with her small reputation around the skybuilders for her sturdy and affordable garb.
Yet in the winter nights, some retell told the stories of the Snow Hare and the Unsung Company, a white dragoon amongst the strangers, outcasts and misfits that fought and died for Ishgard in its direst hour.

6 – Tarnished porcelain doll

[For characters in Ul’dha’s shady business]

When money is religion, anything can be traded under Gods' eyes. Especially exotics goods to satisfy the wealthy last whim in date … Old-timers from the back alleys, where slaves are brought and trade could remember a once very coveted white veena with peculiar legs. An object for a cruel bargaining game between depraved monetarists. She was discarded long ago, but no fine specimen like her ever ended up in this hellhole since then.

Un-hook – maiden heart and lingering bias

Ethel's romantic attempts was only met with pain until her encounter with Kisne. In spite of her past, she remains overly romantic and shy about any intimate topic.
The best way to see her run is embarrassing and vulgar conversations !Still strongly influenced by the Orthodoxy she embraced during her time in Isghard, she can be a bit reluctant against the unusual. Be it life choices far from coerthian values , certain forms of magick and abrupt claims against her general understanding of the world.

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Constellation

"All of us are shooting stars lost in the deep blue sky. Some shine brighter, longer, but all in their unique, dazzling hue. I am truly blessed my path crossed others, carrying me when my light flickered. It is the constellations we make giving life its true meaning, I am convinced of it"

[Living compendium of the bnnuy's closest contacts. Perhaps one day, you will find your character here...]

Kisne Fontana

A fellow veena tinkerer and a very akin soul. After a rough start, the two befriended over their shared fondness of sweets, crafting arts and quietness. Both also suffers from acute shyness, making any spectator chuckles of their sweet clumsiness... What was for long a tender friendship blossomed in sincere love, in spite of their respective difficulties. The inexperienced couple slowly but surely learn to walk their path together. From ordeals in the wild to comfiness by a fireplace, the lovebuns seems inseparable

Credits : GamerJJE (X)

Hikaru Arius

A dear friend sharing her love for the weaving art and tranquil nature. He always lends an horn to her doubts and woes, sharing much of the same existential questioning. She enjoys t visiting his shop to share a cup of tea and recent adventures.

Carrd here

Liliana Anaila

This small but energetic popoto is a long-standing friend, ready to embrace violence if necessary to protect the bnnuy. This willingness earned Ethel's trust and gratefulness after a peculiar incident involving a very indelicate viera male. Her cozy library coffee became the safe spot Ethel enjoys visiting on a regular basis.

Venue carrd here

Credits :Klath

[Legacy] Ser Bastion Vorst

Here by Ethel's side as her health declined to the worst, this noble isghardian knight did much to see her live. Aware he spent a very important part of his fortune to cover the cost of her treatment, she felt forever indebted to him. Enough to pledge oath of fealty... But their divergent paths made this wish impossible to uphold.

[Legacy] Setharial Al-arriane

Flamboyant leader of the Black Wings mercenary group, this tall and quite unusual-looking veena offered answers she didn't had courage to seek. Related by blood but almost complete strangers, they rarely met.

Carrd here

[Legacy] Byaphine Frenecu

This smol veena and sharlayan Archon gave her all to keep her alive during the Cur[s]e. For a time, she kept a benevolent eye on the bnnuy, ensuring the treatment's effects lasted. Ethel grew quite found in this optimistic and energetic coffee addict, and they keep them in touch time to time.

Carrd here [This is my alt]

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Gallery

Stickers !

Credits: Erubara76

Soundscape

• Access to playlist here =:]

1 - Judas Earl - Ivory Coast : A gentle soul. An anthem for her soft and caring nature, in spite of all she faced.

2- Gareth Coker - Midnight Burrows: The longest ordeal. Far from the gazes and the sun, the nameless slave suffered for more than a lifetime.

3 - Thomas Bergerstern - So small: A viera's vulnerability. Ethel's delicate appearance matches her many fragilities, missing pieces giving her the hard time to feel the equal of anyone.

4 - Tom Player- Soul Searcher: The Snow Hare. A brave heart once engulfed in a war inot hers. A makeshift dragoon disregarded by the powerful, but loved by the meek.

5 - Hozier and Bear McCreary - Blood Upon the Snow: Twice enshrouded in snow. Death reached Her cold arms in white mantle of snow toward Ethel as she bleed in this unforgiving world.
6 - Les Friction - Come back to me: Regrets and mourning. The passing of her friend and mentor Yvain left a void in her life she feel deeply up to this day

7 - Christopher Tin - Mado Kara Mieru : The long walk. The lyrics express the passing of seasons and time in eastern poetry she fancy. Ethel already witnessed generation being born, growing, withering and dying... And will see many more.

8 - Sawano Hiroyuki and Tielle - Cage: Cur[s]e and solitude. Powerful lyrics matching the ladybun's slow and painful decline until her admission in Sharlayan, and the death of her hope to be loved.

9 - Gareth Coker - Luma Pools: Reconnected to the mists. Now healthier than she never was, Ethel discover her connexion to the Mists granted by her blood...

10 - Juniper Vale - Bird Song: Trying to weave the stars. Her wounded heart is perhaps not as dead as she knows. The lyrics carry her attempts to connect with new people in her second wind.

11 - Green Lads - Dreams: Constellation I call family Ethel's view on her friendships, the most precious thing she has, and her attempts to dream once more.

12 - E.S. Posthumus and Luna Sans - Marunae: Her own path. For the first time, Ethel can follow her wishes. Roaming the world, dancing her way, discovering her true nature... A new chapter opening.

(2023) Pre-cur[s]e : a sick lady with a slate

Credits: Scarchou

[Welcome!]

Credits: Minami

"Those were hard times, but I try to keep the good memories... And how many steps I made since"

(2024) Journey of a bnnuy reborn

"For this new life offered to me and your warmth, thank you from the bottom of my heart" -Ethel

Credits : Bunbundango

"Training, visiting new places, meeting new faces, learning to work new kind of delicate fabric from the East dear to me... A degree of freedom I never dreamt to enjoy one day. But even then, I couldn't silence my doubts. Was it truly okay for me to have it..?"

Dancing mad bad

"For so long, it was yet another distant dream I though forever out of my wish. But now... I could finally follow my wish of becoming a kriegstanzmeister; an initiate of the thavnairian martial dance. To defend my friends and myself of course, be it from danger from the outside... but also those, perhaps more dangerous, from the inside. Above anything else, I wanted to spread that light given to me"

Credits : GamerJJE (X)

"Still... It didn't came in one day. My balance were so off I feared for a moment getting my forehead permanently marked with all those falls ;-;"

Credits : Lacelazier

"Yet master Nashmeira keep on her legendary patience, guiding me quite literally step by step ! Her tutelage brought be so far, yet my journey of a dancer is only starting Still... I hope to get my hand on more covering attire patterns. I was dying inside during my debut as an initiate !! =:x"

One step back, two leaps forward

"Sometimes, I wonder if I'll be wielding once again this spear stained by blood and memories. It's part of Yvain's legacy... Of who I once was. But I prefer to let the Snow Hare sleep in old records. May peace endure if the cold lands of Coerthas, for all those lost, all those to come."

Credits : GamerJJE (X)

"This Star is so beautiful, full of life and wonders, and equally wonderful people to meet. I've still to prove myself, but feel so glad Madame Iris gave me a place among her lively retinues. Adventures always taste better when shared !

Two hearts beating slow together

Credits : GamerJJE (X)

"Dear Fury, I vividely remember our first encounter like it was yesterday. Sitting next to me, too timid to engage conversation... Only for me to go upset about his question on my choker when he found the courage to ask ! He could've very well walk away from this rude woman, yet he followed me when I left the bar, yearning for fresh air with my still recovering body. His kindness was the first bridge connecting us, and a treasure I'll always cherish."

Credits : GamerJJE (X)

"My friend, my brother in arms, my confident. My dearest. You deserve so much, yet I struggled to give you the words you can rightfully expect. I made you wait so long, strugging to break the last chains of a past you made worth to endure. I love you..."

"For so long I hoped, then despaired to never feel the warmth of love. Family is a complicated word, even more for our tribe. Yet... In due time, when we scoured the Star our fill for a moment, I wish to take on this adventure. A child, the most innocent being to give all the affection I received"

Credits: Scarchou

Bonus

"Winter warmth"

Credits: CoolCoolSkies

An happy snow bnnuy

Credits: Kammi !

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Out of character

About the roleplayer

Hi ! I am simply known around as The bnnuy, a very meh roleplayer and gamer trying to have fun ! I apology in advance if my writing is a bit wonky: I'm not a native speaker, and I try my best to improve in English. I would nonetheless be happy to discuss with you in DMs if you're interested to get Ethel into shenanigans =:]

I am also mostly always down to play FF14 content with ppl, or other coop games.

Communication is key in RP, so please, don't hesitate to reach me through DMs if you have a question, doubts or unease. Don't be afraid to ask for something you wish to do or play, worst case scenario can only be a no ! In my end, I will never try to force Ethel's action in your character or plot line.Real life comes first, there can be moments when you or me are just not available or in the mood to RP. It happens ! The most important is to take care of yourself, first and foremost.I prefer long-term RP buddies than one session encounters, but you can't get the first without starting by the latest. So don't be shy !

RP information

Boundary and public
Here is the mandatory statement about boundary between RP and OOC. Ethel's replies and positions don't necessary represents mine. However, I can perfectly understand IRL and daily mood can percolate in RP interactions (after all playing a merry character after a shitty day is a feat). We are human. But limit shall be drawn as clear as possible.

Ethel explores themes that can be quite dark and heavy. For my tranquility of mind, I prefer restricting my interactions with 21+ y.o. (or legal age in your country) My apologies.

RP preferences

About lore-bending, lore-breaking
Ethel is a lore-compliant to perhaps light-lore bending character, as I love to explore possibilities offered by caveats in lore. However, I try to stick to established information I am aware of. As such, I am more than ok with characters of same design.Lore-breaking characters are hard for me to interact with, due for the lack of references, familiar hooks to work with. Ethel being poorly instructed character, I'll manage in certain case, while others not. In that case I will reach up to you.THE Warrior or Light or canon character interpretation is my only hard limit. You can still engage with Ethel, but she will quickly move away. I usually tend to consider phantasias as non-canon, so pushing the topic with my characters might end up the same way =x.

Type of writing
A lot of misspelling and mistakes. Will prefer medium to lenghty replies as a base, but I adapt to my RP buddies. Unless you awake the rambling beast on discord.Character's goal
For a fair bit Ethel explored harsh themes, but now is focused on adventure/exploration RP alongside more lighthearted sessions. She can still be involved in heavier-themed plots, as long she can fit in with her traits and capacities.

Contacts and availabilities

Discord: owly_bnnuy
I prefer contacts and RPs in game at first, but feel free to reach me on Discord if it's better for you!
Timezone EST (GMT -4)
Usual availabilities Currently every evenings

Homeworld Aether - Gilgamesh
Crime code? Yes please. RM3SH3QEQC

Explore the bnnuyverse

Credits: Scarchou

Not convinced by the silent bnnuy? Maybe you'll prefer to interact with one of my alts...

Byaphine Frenecu, smol Archon
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Date of creation : November 2023
Update: July 2024, update WIP