Dragoon, Artist & Writer

grandiloquent • apologetic • restrained

"Are you lost on your journey? No matter, today’s lost are conquerors tomorrow. It only demonstrates the making of a champion, and besides, it will not change my sense of gratitude, or how I think of you."

Testament • He/It • EST

primal - ultros • hunt/fate lurker • lore collector

Greetings and well met! Thank you for showing interest in my wonderful character.You can call me Testament or Lain, either one. I'm a raider and lore enthusiast, and I roleplay on the side! Here are some things about me and my style.

  • Writer is nonbinary and 21, and will not tolerate any bigotry period.

  • I don't do ERP period, but rps in general are 20+

  • I don't do death or present abuse, but I'd be more than willing to talk scarring, maiming, and otherwise temporary debilitating

  • RP tag means I'm open to rp, if it's not on assume I'm busy doing other stuff! This applies no matter what server I'm on.

  • CONT: I'm more open to /tells, but walk-ups in appropriate locations are more than welcome

  • I write in imagery and end up getting pretty long-winded. You don't need to match my length! Seriously, I'd rather you have fun than try to keep up.

  • I would prefer to stay in FFXIV, but if our characters become heavily intertwined and you would like to write more with me, ask about my discord.

Beyond showing up to venues, you can most likely find me hunt-grinding, tracking fates, and savage raiding.

Yes, Heavensward was my favourite expansion, why do you ask? ^^;

|| NAME || lucielain duboix
|| NICKNAMES || ciel, lain
|| PEN NAME || mourning dove
|| RACE || elezen, dravanian
|| AGE || 32
|| GENDER || nonbinary (he/it - femme ref.)
|| HEIGHT || 7'2"
|| STATUS || soul-searching

|| OCCUPATIONS ||
- wildlife journalist
- dragoon of the order of knights drg.
- historical writer|| FORMER OCCUPATIONS ||
- bentbranch stablehand
- huntsman|| LANGUAGES ||
- eorzean common (fluent)
- ishgardian sign language (fluent)
- eorzean alliance sign language (adv.)
- old elezen (adv.)

VOICECLAIM - KAYLEIGH MCKEE AS TESTAMENT

  • the horns aren't for show- they're very real, and you'll find they shed every winter-spring transition.

  • his teeth are rather sharp, with almost monstrous canines, even for ishgardian standards.

  • dewy white scales litter his body like freckles, some spots more dense than others. a notably large amount line the spine and shoulder-blades.

  • he has a rather hallowed quality to his complexion.

  • he wears vanilla bourbon and warm cashmere perfume, though there's always hints of spice-laced medicinal herbs under the fragrance.

  • ishgardian formality never grew out of him during his time away from home. his insults, because of or in spite of this, are quite intricate and passive-aggresive.

  • he has an hourglass figure and gymnast's physique- easily comparable to a ballerina.

  • you're more likely to find him lounging than truly standing around when idling.

|| GUARDIAN || halone, the fury
|| BIRTHPLACE || sharlayan, dravanian hinterlands
|| RESIDENCY || empyreum, ishgard

You'd be hard pressed to get a backstory out of Lucielain, but he's more than willing to listen to yours, and his doe eyes and gentle pout of his lips paint him as innocent enough even with the intimidating set of horns that adorn his temples and the strange way his eyes slit. He'll joke about his reservation, self-aware enough to know its unsavoury implications.He'd much rather tell you about his forays into nature, or how he's gotten on with his work. Being reacquainted with the new responsibilities of a Dragoon, his life has regained some spark of action, both a boon and a curse.Sometimes he hides away from the world in small and cozy places, welcoming an extremely selective company to join him in his reprieve. He tries not to allow it to offend others, it's nothing personal, just a precautionary measure. What that means... it's hard to say, but it'd be safe to assume it has to do with the horns.

Hooks

"Seek Strength. The rest will follow."

Curse the Fiends, Their Children, Too
Lucielain is more than visibly haunted by the ghost of the Knights Twelve and Thordan's betrayal. As a Dragoon, or even a sympathetic soul, perhaps strength in company can be found with him.Free You From Your Wild Curiosity
If you're of Ishgard, and perhaps an older soul or learned in historical matters, Lucielain will more than likely come to you aiming to learn knowledge of ages long passed.Seeking Paleblood
A soul of learning even beyond its work, Lucielain seeks to hone its skill with the language of dragons- perhaps even learn of the myriad songs. It talks of this wish as if it's an impulse wanting an outlet more than a curiosity.

Background

"I will do better in the morning..."

Lucielain doesn't remember his childhood. It's a subject hard to breach and even harder to get him to speak of. Though, while it doesn't care to speak of it, it carries the symptoms: A less-than-healthy fear of fire, a fascination with astrology written off as being passed down from its adoptive father, and- once upon a time- the will to sing of vengeance against dragonkind. Even after being adopted into the humble home of Duboix and surrounded by artists, he was the only martially inclined child Alfred and Beau ever raised.

The power of a dragoon is a well-kept secret, no matter the cost. Lucielain, a loyal knight none could scoff at, learns this the hard way when his mettle is tested by the dragon within and found wanting. It is by sheer luck that he doesn't turn into a true aevis when he's struck by a blood-laced arrow- and kindness that he isn't killed on the spot for it. It's a mercy that he's only sentenced to exile, despite the heresy, despite the thing that stares back when he looks at his reflection... At least, that's what his warden taught him, in between forced submission and being handled like an animal, a thing to be punished despite what they had. He learned many lessons in those long weeks before he could leave. The feeling- no matter how kindly he is received when he arrives in Bentbranch Meadows as a refugee and grows to call the settlement a second home- never truly fades. Not for a long time.

Ishgard's history is written in blood. This lesson isn't news when it reaches Lucielain's ears, when he understands that he can return as a new face, one spared death if he walks along the Steps of Faith once more. He's learned- in his time away- that he has only one dragon to blame for his suffering. He's learned that perhaps others can welcome him as they have dragons. And when he returns, he has a chance to start anew, write poetry and art that exposes Ishgard's history like unveiling stained glass- as his mother would've wished, work to step into a new age of dragoons with those who were once his subordinates... not without some well-needed reacclimation.