Ethel

The Snow Veena
A Final Fantasy XIV RP carrd

A snow-haired lady approaches with her eyes full of curiosity, offering a 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

Basics

First name: Ethel
Last name: Fontana
Age: around 95 years old "Still young for my tribe !"
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. Cute tail.

Aetherical

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

Sentimental

Orientation: straight – monogamy
Interest: romantic
Relationship status: married

Professionnal

Recent occupations:
Housebnnuy
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

Like:

  • Snuggles, especially with her fated one and friends

  • Fireplace and a warm blanket. Comfiness in general

  • Quietness, peaceful places. If possible coated in snow

  • Colorful fishes, fishing a bit but prefers gazing at them in aquariums

  • Gardening, mostly indoor flowers and shrubs

  • Cooking. Mainly pastries, pies, soups and stews

  • Ishgardian teatime. Especially with a lot of sweets. Or sweets anytime, really.

Dislike:

  • Violence as a whole. Tend to avoid or flee conflicts, resorts to battle only as a last option.

  • Loud noises, painful for her acute hearing.

  • Stereotypes about her kind. Yes, she loves carrots but that’s not a reason.

  • Any too intimate topic, flustering her easily.

Languages:

Signs – very fluent, including half dozen local variations
Eorzean – fluent
Ishgardian – fluent
Vieran – few words

Nature:

Ethel is a very quiet character without even considering her disability. Her habit of sitting in the background pertains from a certain lack of self-confidence and initial shyness. Too bad for her, since her appearance and distinguished manners makes her hard to miss in cafes and venues !

Past the initial reserve, she is a curious and social soul, simple in its warmth and smile when entertained by a conversation. Her dignified impression is then broken by almost childish behaviors, be it by her tastes or touching clumsiness. She makes it hard to resist teasing her ! By contrast, this caring veena is able to behave in a more mature if not motherly manner in company of far younger people than her.

As much as she can give beaming expression, her gaze can sometime be lost in melancholy when left to her thoughts. But if she can help it, she'll hide the reasons behind her natural silence.

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

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 !]

[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 somanoutics and a bit of high-tech tinkering, the stranger named Setharial had the revelation this familiar face was half-sister of his. Both their father was the oldest woodwarden knew from the village. So old, in fact, his name was even forgotten by him and only referred as elder Ymir. And so, by her uncanny similar features, he could reveal Ethel who is her mother. Yggred, the late village’s matriarch.By her ascendancy, Ethel’s remarkable resilience found 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 even longer… But she also gained the certitude she is not alone out there.

[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 any rich man's harem, and so started her long march in the seven hells. Used as a tool for lust she rarely missed to attract, her defencelessness was 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 wealthy 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 towers. However, budget cuts 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 she met in the mountain had 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 archenemy Nidhogg's brood 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.Once again, fate proved to be the cruellest master. The dragoon she owned rude rescue spotting her on the training ground and decided to beat some sense in this stranger, perhaps out of jealousy or just plain pettiness. 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 he carried react. Turned out the poor excuse of a woman was compatible in a time of need, and so brought in the Azure Dragoon order despite being a stranger. However, she'd never 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 was put in as a lieutenant, with the difficult mission to keep in check the other crystal wielders of sinister reputation. Dark knights, 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 ; even today the unspeakable horrors seep in her nightmares. 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 this 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 this strange but 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, cut from any allies, 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 thus the Spears were shattered, unsung valor and bravery with only the tainted snow to remember. 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 she couldn't win. With all her remaining strength she aimed for the beast’s heart, but failed to deal the killing blow. Both fighters fell from the steep cliff, plunging to their death far from the slaughter.

The weight of survival

[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. For long, she wasn't sure how exactly she survived. The few clues she glimpsed years later left her with more questions than answers.She was mended in the walls of the Holy City, this time with consideration from her order. Peace finally came to Isghard, 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. An heartbreak for the veena, with the unavoidable issue she refused to acknowledge.The ageless lady hid him her own woes. Year by year, her own body weakened, her senses dulled to the point only permanent cold inhabited her. A 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 the 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, the abode 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 - At Death's grasp

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, the 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 out-rightly rejected.Solace came too late, her feelings trampled in Ser Vaindreau's Grace‘s hospital, awaited a distant and uncertain transfer to Sharlayan. There, in perhaps the Star's most advanced medical facility, plans were made to recreate 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 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, gashing wounds of her mind 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. She even gained in the process a new voice in the form of an Allag-altered choker, and a fleeting feeling of belonging. Still, she had a long way to go to recover from the marks this last ordeal left.

[end of EW] 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 the oddest place, someone sharing her longing for exploration yet sharing the woe of inexperience. The veena named 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 both 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 displayed her own feelings she was 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 baskets at them. During their first romantic 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 simply irreplaceable. 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. 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. An honest work was even offered to the ladybun left without stable earning with the destruction of her cloth craft tools. Aware of Ethel's training, "the Madame" 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 Eorzea ; trade routes for the western continent of Tural were about to open, bearing promise of a New World full of discoveries and riches.

Sunset embrace

Credits : Loys

[early DT] Thus springs Fontana

Growing comfortable in her new life and modest home in the attic, Ethel diligently trained her steps as an apprentice hunter. Deployed as scouts in the Turali wild, her and Kisne turned out as a reliable team, if not perhaps too keen to take a day off by a hotspring. Hardships awaited the mute though, as brief engagement with local fauna then a spar put stark light on her own limitation. She didn't had time to brood much though, as a certain viera invited her one night by the Lomisan venue they met for the first time.

The proposal

Credits : GamerJJE (X)

The oblivious viera remained completely wordless to his proposal, causing him a brief fright. Her dive for a hug making them roll on the grass was however a satisfying -albeit cloth-staining- answer !
Exchanging vows in front of the Twelve gave them much to think, including a name to share and give to their desired children. Once more, Kisne proved resourceful, suggesting a borrowing from Werlytian language. As a memento from their time there and honoring their shared love for bathing, they would be know as Fontana.The ceremony was held in presence of colleagues and friends, surprising the couple with a quite memorable after-party. For those once acquaintanced with a sickly mute, the transformation she knew in the past few years was an heartwarming sight.

Blessed day

Credits : Kei

Blessings came in series for the newlyweds. After many unfruitful attempts to buy a plot of land in Gridania, luck (or perhaps someone pulling strings in the background) was on their side. A small area for their taking, conveniently close to the hunter guild employing them ! They didn't lost time, eager to build together their love burrow. As soon the walls were raised, they started the interior design. Of course, the room they spend the most on was... the bathroom, looking closest to an interior onsen !All the extra space compared to the attic they rented also gave her some ideas about starting family, but they decided to wait further, time to make enough savings and ensure their already loved little one wouldn't lack anything.

[DT] Crossroads

By all means, Ethel never knew this degree of happiness before, making her very thoughtful of nurturing her bonds. Alas for her, her eagerness to prove herself useful for the company employing her backfired. The snow veena was utterly crushed in a spar against another dancer, in a way making her feel the pointlessness of her training. In short succession, she accumulated what looked like small failures, but definitively eroded her nascent self-esteem. Until it became too much for her to bear, and the couple took the decision to retreat from active duties. Instead, she took on managing tasks within the company, while Kisne embraced his old magiteck love by running the workshop full of troublesome mammets. For now, she would put down her chakrams in a rack alongside the spear, unsure she'd ever use them again.Even harder was the separation with her beloved, dispatched one month away for an important task in Tural. Each day felt a moon for the bonded vieras. As much their reuniting was sweet, this trial made them swear to avoid any other occurrence at all cost. All those events made them reconsider their family project... But as much she wished to, the snow veena's was questioning her ability to nurture life. The medics soon confirmed how slim chances were due to her past wounds, dealing heavy blow to her moral.Be it by the invisible hands of the Twelve or simply the unconsidered factor of her husband, the grim prediction was proved wrong in mere weeks after they started trying for child. At first, she brushed away the early signs, refusing to give on false hope. It tooks couple baffled healers to finally make certain the good news : she was expecting. Nothing, even the aether complications and worrisome traces detected within her body managed to cover the future parent's joy.

A dream worth fighting for

Credits : Kasumi

Her pregnancy once more shifted the couple's priority and questioned their choices of life. Both were quite content with a life far from dangers, their eagerness to be parents barely outmatching their worries against this new challenge. As much as they could, they worked harder to save any possible gil, but kept moments to spend together. In fact, their boss had to remind the couple every so often their workplace were in different rooms !As moons passed, the less glamorous parts of pregnancy caught on the bnnuy, finding herself increasingly short of sleep, with killing back pain and increasing mood changes. Yet, not even once her husband complained, growing ever more -if not too much- supporting to his expecting wife. Sometimes, she had to remind him profusely she could still manage some tasks and didn't need an over-exhausted man at home. More often than not though, she only had to look at him to get cuddles and comfort.

A sweet team

Credits : Kasumi

As the day they could finally hold their firstborn in their arms closed by, the future parents had lot to consider. A fitting name busied many of their nights, only to come quite unexpectedly during a rainy afternoon. Their baby will go by Reina, at least until their age of coming. Then came the place and safety for a little one in their burrow, forcing them to redraw and extend their home. Finally, the environment. Seeing Ethel increasingly insecure at her work, Kisne's gentle pushes to speak her mind resulted of their common decision to leave the company. Despite the poor timing for their resources, the easing burden on the expecting mother's mind comforted him it was the best course of action.Tending to a little one would sure keep her at home fully for moons at first, something she'll gladly do. Yet, after that, the viera start to wonder again what new horizons she could explore, be it as an artisan or, perhaps, trying again to live from her steps.

RP Hooks

1 - The talkative mute

Hard to miss how this lady communicates. Unfortunately mute, she can yet 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 – Bnnuymother

Young mother, the viera is often seen with her precious firstborn. Nothing sounds too much when it comes to be doting and protective to her little one, making up for her inexperience. Any topic related to childcare and parenting duties is sure to draw her attention !

3 – Weaving her way

This lady is often seen outside with refined garb made of delicate fabrics. Quite glamorous bun, yet easily embarrassed by lingering gazes... Most of her cloth are in fact 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 prêt-à-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 !

4 – Prancing scout

Ethel's long contrived interest for travelling pushed her to learn new way to fend for herself.
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 and listen their stories.

Run girl, run !
Credits: Elima

She still needs to be heavily encourage to offer any show though. Recently, a series of unfortunate if not humiliating outcomes had her put her practice to pause.

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 – coy bun 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.

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. Life true meaning is the constellations we make, I am sure of it"

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

Kisne Fontana

Credits : GamerJJE (X)

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 learned to walk their path together. From ordeals in the wild to comfiness by a fireplace, the lovebuns seems inseparable.

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] 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]

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

RP preferences

  • Long-term, plot and story-driven RP

  • Adventure, exploration, mercenary work RP

  • Social RP, venue hopping

  • Romance

  • Standalone fights, conflicts

  • ERP if pertain from a relation

  • Mature, dark-themed RPs

  • No ERP for the sake of it

  • Gore, torture and other very dark RP

  • Forced character death

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 situations, 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 themes
- Slices of life
- Wholesomeness
- Lenghty discussions
- Resilience
- AdventureCharacter's goal
For a bit Ethel explored harsh themes, but now is focused on slice of life and light adventure/exploration RP. She can still be involved in heavier-themed plots, as long she can fit in with her traits and capacities. She still wishes to be an adventurer !

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

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Credits: Scarchou

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

Byaphine Frenecu, smol Archon
Carrd here !

Hypatia Pavoisdor, muscular mom
Carrd here !

Date of creation : November 2023
Update: August 2025