I'm a winged insect, you're a funeral pyre.

Altan Gray. Dynamis - Kraken. EST.

“Name one hero who was happy."
I considered. Heracles went mad and killed his family; Theseus lost his bride and father; Jason's children and new wife were murdered by his old; Bellerophon killed the Chimera but was crippled by the fall from Pegasus' back. "You can't." He was sitting up now, leaning forward.
"I can't."
"I know. They never let you be famous AND happy." He lifted an eyebrow. "I'll tell you a secret."

"Tell me." I loved it when he was like this.
"I'm going to be the first." He took my palm and held it to his. "Swear it."
"Why me?"
"Because you're the reason. Swear it."
"I swear it," I said, lost in the high color of his cheeks, the flame in his eyes.
"I swear it," he echoed.
We sat like that a moment, hands touching. He grinned.
"I feel like I could eat the world raw.”

ooc info.

Hello! My name is Megan and I'm a 30ish year old woman getting back into the RP scene. I am a writer by nature and have always been in some form of roleplaying from my teens to present. I am easy going and a bit shy so don't be shocked if I am skittish at first, I warm up quickly.
I've been playing the game on and off since 2015 and Altan is full 100 DOW/DOH/DOL. I will warn that I am kind of shite at crafting tho- lol. I am a healer main and dabble in WAR so if you want to run content ever, just let me know! ♥

contact.

discord. .Altan
availability. sat-mon most of the day, tues- fri early am (think 3am est) as I work a late second shift job
writing style. prefer third person, but can adjust. I usually write at least a paragraph or more but again, can adjust
updated. 12/20/2024

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one.

21+ only. I tend to write more mature things and am personally older and would like someone at least closer to my own age and/or to be able to fully understand mature topics with seriousness.

two.

N/SFW Okay. I am willing to do romance or more nsfw things as long as it is discussed beforehand or seems like a natural progression.

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please, don't be an asshole any bigotry or just general jack-assery will be blocked immediately, thanks. I do not have tolerance for any kind of hate talk and just shitty people.

four.

Just say hi! if you see me out and about, you can just shoot me a tell! I am generally down to chat, but will be OOC unless RP tag is on. I am friendly and down to help even if it isn't related to RP.

five.

I am down to RP purely IG, or on Discord or both. My schedule is a bit weird so if it is IG we will need to set up a time ♥

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communication is key. If we have a long term story going and you need a few days, just let me know and I won't feel like I scared you off. ;-;

  name.    Altan Thea Gray
  age.    28
  race.    Veena/Viera
  birthday / nameday.     9th Sun of the 4th Astral Moon
  guarding deity.     Halone
  gender.     Female
  pronouns.     She/Her
  sexuality.     Pansexual

  height.     5'5"
  weight.     127lbs
  hair color.     split tone black and white
  eye color.     silver/white
  skin tone.     porcelain
 notable features.     incredibly freckled. delicate floral tattoos on arms, thighs and back, fingers seemingly tattooed black.

  job occupation.    WHM|WAR|DNC, writer, healer, and tutor.
  place of origin.     Old Sharlayan
  home.    Ishgard
  affiliation.     Astrologian's Guild
 family.     Hadar Gray, father, alive. Sabia Gray, mother, alive. Valerian Gray, cousin, alive.
  marital status.     Spoken for

  d&d alignment.     chaotic neutral
  mbti.     INFJ
  likes.     soft blankets, books, and sweets.
  dislikes.     the heat, bugs, and mud.
  virtues.     Patient, caring, and passionate.
  flaws.     Meek, hedonistic, and anxious.

headcanon one. Altan's healer kit is made entirely by her. Her parents are researchers and before becoming an adventurer she researched medicinal applications.
headcanon two. Against most of her health providers wishes, her waterskin is usually filled with an iced herbal tea instead of water.
headcanon three. Her parents always had their hands in new things, and because of this Altan is pretty good at cooking and baking things from various areas of the star.
headcanon four. Altan has little to no self control when it comes to things she wants. Books, food, anything. Window shopping is not in her book.
headcanon five. As anxious as she is around new people, Altan really enjoys a night out dancing to good music. She likes the energy of the crowd.
headcanon six. Altan is mildly obsessed with faeries and upon hearing about the warrior of light and the fae land they found on the first she has spent many countless nights rereading the reports on it.

headcanon seven. As a failed black mage, Altan has a new fear of the Black Mage Guild and the Lalafells running it.
headcanon eight. Altan suffers from nightmares most nights, and due to that takes naps when she can. Her newest talent is to be able to catch a quick fifteen minute nap almost anywhere.
headcanon nine. She is currently writing a romance novel, but sometimes loses the interest to keep writing. When this happens she instead writes a smutty one shot and that brings enough creative juices back to her to keep going.
headcanon ten. While she is a caring and patient person, she is vicious when it comes to defending herself or her loved ones. All sense of morally right becomes null if it means getting her vengence.
headcanon eleven. Altan is a notorious night owl. She works better and is in a better mood once the sun sets.
headcanon twelve. When she was a child she would play fight with her cousin, Valerian, and she knew that he would let her win. She wants to one v one him as an adult and finally put him on his ass.

aether & magic.

Altan always had a keen sense of the aether and how to weave it into magicks. She first used it as a way to harness destructive magick of the Black Mages, but soon found herself better at healing.Altan also has the patience and steady hand to work on precise movements of aether within a body. She can perform a lot of basic surgeries with just her hands and a strong flow of aether.

physical combat.

Although Altan is built lean and flexible, hand to hand combat is something she tries to avoid. She never got a full grasp of using martial weapons and it shows in her fighting prowess.

secondary skills.

Before adventuring she spent her studies working with herbs and their medicinal properties. She currently makes all of her own potions and can use most raw herbs to help in a pinch for healing.Also due to her upbringing, she learned a wide variety of dishes from over the star and takes pride in her cooking. She would never say she's perfect at it, however, claiming there is always something new to learn with it.

other skills.

strengths.

weaknesses.

Hadar and Sabia were no love story for the ages. They met through their families connections while still young, attended their education together and married shortly after. While that seems like a beautiful romance, romance was not something either of them would have called it. They cared for each other, deeply, but understood that they had a better purpose on this star besides swooning over each other and having children.In fact, one would say Altan was an accident.Neither of the two viera parents would ever call her that, but neither of them had planned for her happy arrival either. Hadar's family came from wealth that afforded the Gray's the ability to hire a nanny so Sabia could return to work as soon as she was able. They were important researchers on a special secret assignment from the Council and spent a lot of their freetime hunched over their respective desks or hurrying around Labrinthyos.Even so, they did find time for Altan. They never missed her birthdays, and even though their nanny took care of her basic needs, the two were there for all her milestones and achievements. When she turned 5, Hadar's younger sister passed away unexpectedly, leaving them in care of her son, Valerian. Valerian was only a few months younger than Altan, and Hadar and Sabia hoped that it would give Altan the more diverse social skills that she needed.

The two got alone like fire and ice. Valerian was less interested in why things worked and more about how, and usually used his fists to get results, despite his high testing scores. Altan grew in the opposite direction, almost out of spite of her cousin. She ranked higher in her classes, and was able to use magic better than him and most of the classes.Valerian left Old Sharlayan almost the minute he could, vanishing into the ranks of soldiers for the nation of Othard. Altan stayed back, and realized that she felt lonely.She read herself to sleep every night in lieu of real company. She became a researcher like her parents, and spent her freetime looking for new romance novels in the library. She rarely spoke to anyone besides her parents and the few workers in their house. She knew a few librarians but after a few solitary months, the lack of a companion was clear on her face.She decided to go to therapy, thinking that something was just wrong with herself and not that she could just be lonely and felt like she was missing out. Her doctor listened to her worries and while she did believe the viera had severe anxiety, she reccommended getting out past the sea and broadening her horizons.Altan hated the idea at first but each night she found herself dreaming of nations new to her and within the month she had a ship ticket to the city state of Ul'dah.

Altan left Sharlayan with a desire for a new life. She picked a city -state she heard a lot about, the growth of Ul'dah and the way the city was run made her feel comfortable. That feeling of comfort left pretty quickly when she found that the main hub for the adventurer's guild was used as a sort of...sex den. She went for the first guild that seemed close to her skills and started down the path of Black Mage.At first, she thought she got the hang of it. The idea of the magic was simple enough, and she had a strong connection to aether so the magic came easily to her, but as she signed up for the first major conflict with the Garleans and the Ascians she learned that the magic did not really like her.Each night she practiced, failed, and spent the night wrapped in blankets mumbling to herself. She managed to survive the fighting but she still had this unease about her. She felt like others were doing better than her...being more.

Altan went with the Warrior to study the Crystal Tower, something she knew she could be good at - researching. Even there she found that she was lacking. For every two hours spent researching, was an hour fighting the creatures that protected the tower.Altan found comfort in the cheap wine at camp. She wondered nightly if this was something that she wanted to do, if she should just return to the comfort of her home back in Old Sharlayan. Eventually the Warrior of Light did as they could with the Crystal and the majority of the group was broken apart. After the towers Altan returned to Ul'dah and decided she was done with the desert and took her cane and started to bounce between the city states.While she enjoyed the convenience of Limsa and the earthy vibes of Gridania, when the rumor of an ice capped mountain city full of turrets and castles, the romance lover in her took hold and she moved to a war-torn Ishgard.

Altan loved it in the snow. The chill, the burn of it all, the silent beauty and the screaming death. She loved looking out of her inn room and seeing the snow hitting the glass. She felt like her peace was muddled when the Warrior appeared. The rumor was that he was an outcast now, he murdered Nanamo. Altan didn't believe the man capable of it.Soon he was standing with Lord Aymeric, fronting the start of something she did believe in. She wanted man to work with the dragons. She had found two small dragons who loved to learn from her when she would wander deep into the forests surrounding Ishgard. She wanted to share the city proper with them without the fear of them getting hunted. She also knew her friendship with them was hard for them to talk of with their own kind.She joined eagerly when the city was asked for volunteers, but shortly after getting examined she was asked to ditch her cane and pick up something new, something that might suit her need to move and her connection to aether.

Getting used to jumping into the frontline was something new for her, but her commander had been right. She was a much better Red Mage. Shortly after leaving her Black Mage cane behind she felt herself bloom into the studies of the Red Mage. Once she got over her fear of using the sword she quickly learned her footing.She loved leaping forward and the delicate movements of the attacks. She loved running behind the troops and dropping aetheric swords on her enemies. What she really loved? If she ran past a fallen ally, she could bring them back. The taste of bringing life back was intoxicating to her.As the Dragonsong War ended and a new friendship was bonded Altan returned to her inn room in the cold and honed her Red Mage abilities. Soon she started to take jobs on the side, little things to keep her coffers full enough to her liking. She found that while she enjoyed returning people to the fight, there was something satisfying about watching her enemies fall before her.

Blood and fire. Altan held no love nor hatred towards the people of Othard, but when her cousin dragged her into yet another war, Altan followed him. She had a new power, a new joy. Long lost was the years of silent research. Now she wielded magic to destroy.Each time someone fell to her blades Altan cared less and less. She was a monster on the field. She was quick and nimble on her feet, turning on the drop of a hat or switching from ranged to melee in a heart beat. She never let someone she set her sights on leave. She was not as strong as the warriors, or the paladins but she trained to improve that. Still, the small and deadly rapier was the easiest for her to wield.She spared no one and mutilated those she could. She hunted down people hurting her charges and fellow soldiers.After a while it was all a blur.

Nights at camp, cleaning off blood and sharpening her blade. Sleeping soundly as exhaustion took her over. She rarely spoke to her cohorts, she rarely spoke to anyone. Altan was just there. She was a monster carved by the magics of violence.She took lives like it was something she had been born to do, even as the nightmares started to set in. Even as the dread started to etch on her face and skin. Every scar she touched brought screams to the forefront of her mind and the bloodlust she felt.As the war ended the rage inside of her was still brewing, still tormenting her. She wanted more to ruin, more to destroy. She wanted to prove herself different than the scared girl from Sharlayan. Even Valerian was looking on at her, worried.Altan returned to Old Sharlayan for a visit with her parents when she realized she was not okay.

The Warrior of Light and the Scions of the Seventh Dawn were gone.At least, in spirit. Their bodies remained back on the star and everyone brought together their best healers to maintain their forms while searching for a way to bring them back.Altan was going through a different path, spending her times in therapy and learning the soothing art of healing as well as working with the warriors of Limsa to channel her rage into something else.The idea of being a warrior had its boons, but she took to healing like it was her blood. The passion she felt in the red magic was just the bridge. She went from the black magic of Black Mage, to the mixed arts of Red Mage to the full white of White Mage. She found purpose in it and putting her efforts into healing those around her helped put chains on the demons of her mind that haunted her at night.

Altan was put on the team to help maintain the bodies of the heroes of Eorzea and she took the mantle with honor, but after so long the mantle weighed heavy and even the healing touch of her white magic was not enough to subdue the rage in her.She caught herself snapping at new nurses, and pushing people away. She found herself hiding within her mind and her home instead of outside with friends and family. She withdrew from Free Companies and barely made contact with her Grand Company. She worked day in and day out and then went home and studied.She would occasionally wake up in a deep sweat, a nightmare tearing at her brain and self and drag herself to training with her still shiny axe.Once the Scions returned in full the lead healer put her on a hiatus and while she spent time alone she picked up a new habit of star gazing, and bought herself a home in Ishgard.

The cold was her friend. She loved layers and soft things. She liked sitting next to fireplaces and reading or just enjoying the cackle of the log. She studied with the Astrologian's Guild in her new home and soon took up the role of tutor. Her rage was locked away behind an obsidian wall of stardust.She loved her new role, and training the new leagues of healers made her feel more like she was working towards evening out on all the bad she did in the past years. She loved the peace of the night and sharing her knowledge, be it a remnant of her homeplace.The towers started to fall and so did the sky and whether Altan was ready for it or not she was pushed back into another war, this one a much larger scale than any she had faced before.She stayed home, protecting the people from Ishgard from turning on themselves and succumbing to the fear that was tearing the world apart, even if she wasn't so sure of her own words.The news from Old Sharlayan made her sick to her stomach. She did not believe knowledge needed to be withheld like the council did. Her parents apologized for keeping their true purpose secret, sworn by ancient magics to keep everyone silent.

She was not happy with the answer, but it was all that they could offer her, so she took it with a grain of salt. After the warrior brought the world back from the brink of destruction, Altan decided it was her time to return to learning to control her demons before she set all of her hometown on fire for keeping the whole of humanity from a secret that could save them all.She spent some time away from home, away from work. She went to Thavnair and tasted the food she always loved her mother remaking when she was a child. She spent some time helping the Garlean effort and collected a few rare herbs to regrow in the cold climate back in Ishgard. She spent time locked away in every library she came across. She even spent time out in the city, exploring venues and social events, trying to branch out. She still suffers nightmares, and sleep is a rare thing for her to come by but she has found a happy medium living with her inner rage.She returned to Old Sharlayan and worked on healing the tremor between her parents and herself and to regrow the love she has for the city-state.Now she is returned to Ishgard and back to her post as a tutor for young Astrologians. She spends her freetime bouncing between writing and reading and cultivating her own herb and spice garden to make her own tinctures and work flavors into her foods.

Altan is different. After a major break up and a sudden change in lifestyle, Altan returned to the adventurer she was and went with the Warrior of Light to Tural. While there she studied the food and agriculture of the nation, bringing it back to her home in Ishgard when she was no longer needed.During her time in Tural something had started to change in her. Every healing spell took more of her. Her body was showing changes, her fingers a deep inky black and her nails curling like a beasts. Her emotions had started to become stunted and neutral. The only emotion she could feel vividly anymore was rage.Altan is working on figuring out what has happened to her before it consumes her completely.

Altan found herself walking home after a long night in the hospital when she came across a man missing his arm. After healing him and bringing him to her own home to heal, she found herself tied to him in ways she wishes to never be unwound from.Zureux has his own demons to fight, and Altan found herself willing to stand by him while he does so. He has also provided the much needed care and affection that she required out of life, and with him around her emotions have slowly started to return to her. The two are currently expecting.

To be continued.

hook one. If you need a healer for hire, you got your girl. She asks very little questions and will patch you up right.hook two. Surprisingly, Altan enjoys the nightlife in Eorzea and can be spotted in various venues throughout the weekends. She enjoys the crowd and loves to meet new people.hook three. Altan is a proud tutor for the astrologian guild in ishgard. Are you looking to search the stars for more meaning and need some guidance?hook four. Altan is fond of her birthplace and loves to meet and talk to people who are also from Old Sharlayan.hook five. Altan is not all she lets on. Altan is haunted by something and has spent her more recent life running from it. Will you help her find it or keep her from looking deeper?hook six. As a bookworm, she frequents a lot of bookshops and is always looking for help on her own novel.

hook seven. As a morally gray healer, sometimes Altan needs items that are not easily obtained. Can she hire you or can you join as she ventures into the danger to find the item?hook eight. Culinary skills are some of Altan's favorite to hone. Do you have an interesting recipe or a cultural dish that you'd be willing to teach a very interested viera?hook nine. Altan is still working on her tanking skills. If you are a master tank Altan would be happy to learn from her higher ups.hook ten. Black mage hate? Or better yet, a black mage looking to cure the bad name that Altan has for them, you can try.hook eleven. Altan is interested in clothes, but keeps the joy to herself. She would love a shopping companion to help her out of her shell.hook twelve. A tea or music buddy would make Altan the happiest.

Zureux Railemont.

partner

  summary.     Altan's bleeding heart found her healing this man and allowing her into her home and soon life. He is a silent storm that has helped Altan find the patience to heal her own wounds.

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Valerian Gray.

cousin

  summary.     Raised together in Old Sharlayan, the relationship is strained. While Altan remained restrained and kept her nose in a book, Valerian became outspoken and picked up the axe way before Altan even considered leaving home. They still speak on the regular, despite Valerian trying to just avoid her.

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Solana Shadowsinger.

friend

  summary.     A girl brought in to her old relationship, but found kinship in a different way. She teaches Ana the art of reading the stars and teaches Sol how to cook more than macaroni and cheese.

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Delbee Kha.

friend/partner

  summary.     A friendship formed from the aftermath of her cousin breaking Delbee's heart, Altan has always been around to wrap her arms around Bee. The two have taken comfort in each other and eventually this relationship has branched into her day to day as something casual and happy.

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