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That world of spies and espionage, there's a coldness to it. That's what makes those worlds fascinating - and what makes my work so interesting.

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ㅤdo notㅤㅤ approach me with any kind of real-world bigotry toward people's race, gender, religion, or culture. Extremism of any kind is not welcome in my space, as such I expect my RP/Gaming partners to treat everyone with kindness and respect. I want all of my friends, no matter their lifestyle to feel safe and welcome.

ㅤdo notㅤㅤseek to roleplay with me if you or your character are under the age of 21+ | I am aware that the legal age is 18 in most places, but that does not matter.

ㅤdo notㅤㅤassume that just because I didn't post in a timey matter or took a day to myself that the RP is over. I do attend college classes & have OOC obligations.

ㅤdo notㅤㅤcome to me looking for a romantic or sexual OOC relationship. Just because I am poly and have partners, does not mean I want a relationship with you. Yes, this has been a problem in the past. I am happy taken IRL.

ㅤdoㅤㅤKeep things simple, I'm just here to have fun and find a few fun roleplay/gaming partners. While I love detailed and complex stories, I don't want to jump threw hoops just to put our character in the same room or to meet for the first time.

ㅤdoㅤㅤApproch me for roleplay if you are 21 years of age or older! I would love to hear your ideas or what you find interesting in my request..

ㅤdoㅤㅤcommucate with me! If you have questions, feel free to ask.

ㅤdoㅤㅤask to be friends! I love doing stuff like content & talking about our muses.

ㅤdoㅤㅤ understand I have a family, health issues, and OOC obligations. If I can not roleplay with you, it does not mean I don't want to. I might be slow to get into the game some weeks, if at all. As such, I do prefer Discord as an alternative means of writing as I can get to it any time of day from my phone or computer.

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ㅤbiographyㅤIn a misty town on the border with Dravania, Erisha Beaufortux was born to simple parents, who bore neither great skill nor great courage, but lived their lives simply and with happiness. Simplicity, however, seemed not to be in the child’s future – From a young age, she constantly sought adventure, exploring with an abandon that neared defiance of the wishes of her parents. As she aged, she had a notable talent for adventure, often climbing over rocks and trees, and exercising her stealth, to great effect. As with most people born in her village, she has an unerring sense of direction, and, despite repeated forays from the town proper, never got lost, and never failed to find her way home. In her early teen years, she became less and less feminine, and, despite her birth, began to satisfy her parent’s hopes for a son. She cropped her hair short, and bound her loose clothes with strips of woven plant fibers, often pelting the other kids with sticks and small stones, from the safety of total concealment, in the upper boughs of the sparse trees. One tendency she kept, however, through all her years, was a love for the flute, which she would exercise often, in the gray mornings, when the sun just barely began to light the mist which always covered the land. Finally, recognizing her distaste with the constancy and simplicity of village life, her parents began to save up their few spare coins, to prepare to send her to the greater city of Ishgard.Her opportunity came when, during mid-summer, a Merchant came out of the fog west of the village, on his usual route, to sell his wares. Over the years, he had witnessed the growing prowess of the young Erisha, and her ever-greater dissatisfaction with her home. He offered to take her on, with him, as he made his rounds toward Ishgard, and even pay her for her time. Her duties, on the trip, would be simply to keep watch, and to entertain him with her flute. The Merchant was well-known throughout the villages of the Highlands, as he made a circuit that began and ended at the city of Ishgard, which would take him most of a year.

― Roads of the North

Erisha accompanied him along his trip, and learned a great deal about the roads, and the ways around the land. Her instinctive feel for the land served them well, with unusually thick patches of the misty mountains hardly slowing them, as her sure reckoning carried them through arcane eddies, where compasses went mad, and the road seemed to twist and vanish. He taught her mercantile sense, the relative values of various items and currencies, which they found as they travelled through the Coerthan lands. After nearly six months of travel, he finally began to teach her the use of various weapons. As any child born in the borderlands, she knew the basics of blade and bow, but little more than was necessary to drive off hostile animals which occasionally wandered out of the mist. She learned the value of a weapon worn openly, and the value of a weapon concealed; She learned the value of silence, and in time, she learned the value of a good deck of cards.By the age of sixteen, she was proficient with thrown darts, small blades, the short sword she wore at her hip, and a lovely set of cards she carried with her wherever she went. She could identify any of more than a hundred different herbs that would be encountered along the edge of the road, or the depths of the forest. She could brew a cure to any of a number minor diseases and poisons and create nearly twice as many poisons of her own. She could milk a spider or a snake with equal ease, and, through accidental exposures, began to acquire a resistance to the various poisons available throughout the world. And over time Erisha found herself traveling with the merchant over the course of another four years, finally taking her leave of him on her twentieth name day, with a small fortune to her name in the city of Ishgard.

― Ishgard

A small fortune, that over the next year, she spent most of it gambling and drinking, and, in that time, made a great number of connections throughout the city, finally coming into her own as somewhat of an information dealer, with a quiet, but occasional knowledge of poisons. Her varied services slowly began to rebuild her fortune, until, finally, after a year, the merchant returned with a gift – An offer from a secretive but well-known group of Heretics working within and outside the city.After joining, she travelled with him, once more, but took her leave at a small town with a very active heretic presence, where she honed her knowledge with various tools and weapons into focused skill. She learned to kill, by blade or poison, to persuade, to lie, to disguise herself from sight and from recognition. She honed her instinctive sense of direction in the deep forests, where she harvested poisons and herbs from the lairs of dangerous creatures.Upon her return to Ishgard, nearly a year later, the Merchant was to give her one last gift – A master worked set of short blades, their hilts worked and gilt in gold and obsidian to represent twin serpents, with eyes of onyx; To other Heretics, a recognizable symbol of her affiliation, but to all others, merely a beautiful piece of art.

― House Beaufortux

The next year was to be the most eventful of her life. A message arrived, sealed with a lump of black wax, informing her of her first mission. To the southwest of Coerthas, a week’s journey away, lay the border of the lowlands and high lands. Beyond this border lay the lands of the House Beaufortux, a minor house who held a small but important fort in the Draconic Wars. Her mission simple… the fortress must fall.Two weeks of travel brought her into the camp of a minor military captain, Salov Toren, from the distant lands of the Thanalan, who, due to his distant ancestry, met little success in the highly competitive Ishgardian lands. She displayed her various minor wares and traded for bits of coin and gossip. Once she had acquired the needed information, she moved on, paying a visit next to Beaufortux’s holdfast. That night, in the holdfast, she slipped the eyes of the guards, and hid herself, out of sight; Less than an hour later, flaming arrows skittered in from the west, bouncing off the stone walls, and drawing a great deal of attention, pulling the Ishgardian archers to the wall.In the sudden, startled confusion this move brought, Erisha sped through the fort, knocking torches to the ground, igniting the wooden and thatch buildings of the Holdfast. During this upset, while the guards fanned out through the Holdfast to fight the fires and suspected infiltrators, she made her move, slipping into Lord Beaufortux’s war room, garbing herself as one of the many women he kept around him. To him, and his advisors, she poured water, laced lightly with a slow poison, which would cause disorientation, and sickness. Before the hour was gone, she had once more fled the fortress, escaping just moments before the Dravanian infantry forced the gates. Her mission accomplished, she began the long trip home to the city of Ishgard.

― Paths Unknown

The Heretics used her on a handful more occasions, and her prestige as an infiltrator and assassin rapidly grew, as did her prowess with her weapons of choice. Amply rewarded for each mission, she was fairly well-off within her homeland, though her missions oft took her far and wide. But soon… the Draconic Wars would come to an end, as would the fighting and need for a skillset such as her own. Change was upon the city she came to call home and soon Erisha found herself wanting to take leave of the life she once lived.Only… the Heretical Cult was not done and they were less than please to let such an asset leave…

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Past Connections:
Mercintile

“There are few secrets of success, but plenty of people making a good living selling them.”

“Legal Exports and Imports.”

“Underground.”

Past Connections:
Underground

“Darkness is beautiful…once you learn to play within the shadows.”In her past, Eric was known for the twin blades she wore at her hips and with them the poor souls that she had been hired to usher into the next life. While she no longer takes up wetwork, the elezen woman still has underground connections and has been known to deal in information and hard-to-get goods.

Deals with the Occult

“I love my shadow, this dark side of me that had my same restless nature.”Have you met Marcus? The little gaelicat that is always following Eric.

Traveling Masseuse

“You're only one massage away from a good mood.”While not a master of her craft when it comes to the art of massage. Eric is talented enough to work out the day to day stress if your looking to spend some time with her.

Shadows and Connections

"We shall dive down through the black abysses... and in that lair of the Deep Ones we shall dwell amidst wonder and glory forever."While the woman claims to have no knowledge of magic...... there is something about her that says otherwise. A touch of her aether, mixing and dancing with something. There is something about her, some kind of presence that calls to the treads of fate and magic around her.

Taverns, Dice, & Cards

“The highest form of wisdom is to know when to play and when to stay away.”When not working, the young merchant enjoys her vices. You can almost always catch her in the taverns along her trade routes - drinking, playing cards, throwing dice... and looking for company.

Slice-Of-Life & Platonic Cuteness

Don't have any hooks in common with Eric? That's okay, I am always looking for casual slice-of-life and cute fluff-type roleplays to give good feelings. That way Eric and your character can get to know each other and build towards a bigger story together. Or more cute one-offs. I am a flexible writer.Find her at:

Craft: Leatherwork

⬤⬤⬤⬤⬤⬤⬤⬤⬤⬤ - journey-level“Without craftsmanship, inspiration is a mere reed shaken in the wind.”While not a master of her craft in any way, Eric knows enough to get things done along the caravan routes. Able to mend and craft little things here and there.

Craft: Cooking

⬤⬤⬤⬤⬤⬤⬤⬤⬤⬤ - journey-level"Cooking is multisensory. It's made for the eyes, the mouth, the nose, the ear, and the soul. No other art is as complex."While not a chef at The Bismarck, Eric is a really good home cook. Enjoying cooking both in a kitchen and over an open fire on the road.

Ishgard...

All Around Me...

... Are Familiar Faces.

... Ul'dah.

Plot One:
Redemption

"The road to redemption is a treacherous one that the accused must walk through in darkness but if we don't shine the light then there is no hope for anyone finding their way to the other side."Eric’s past choices has left her a challenging path ahead. Once a prominent member of a Heretical group, the elezen woman has come to peace with the end of the war. However, not all have come to peace with the things she has done to their family – even if they don’t know who she is, they have tasted her blades. Meanwhile, members of her Heretical group have yet to let go of the past and still fight their imaginary wars. Too delusional to move on from a cause that no longer has a purpose. As such, Eric now finds herself with many enemies… on both sides of Ishgard’s past.

Plot Two:
A Past In Flames

"Fire can destroy or purify, strengthen or weaken, all depending on the nature of the material being burned."Bright hot flames flicker, lighting up the dark world around its molten core as embers dance around the sky above.Fire, it had always had that magnetic pull, that hypnotizing dance that lures you in. The dance that catches the souls in its flame…… Not tonight. Tonight, all the flames brought was fear and pain. A life torn away from young hands in the blink of an eye.

Plot Three:
Craft: Alchemy

“Alchemy is a kind of philosophy: a kind of thinking that leads to a way of understanding.”⬤⬤⬤⬤⬤⬤⬤⬤⬤⬤ - MasterAs an apprentice Eric could identify any of more than a hundred different herbs that would be encountered along the edge of the road, or the depths of the forest. She could brew a cure to any of a number minor diseases and poisons and create nearly twice as many poisons of her own.Finally coming into her own as somewhat of an information dealer, with a quiet, but occasional knowledge of poisons. However, such days are long behind the woman - retired from the life she once lived to finally take on being a merchant full time. However, she had never lost her skill or love for Alchemy.

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ㅤbiographyㅤ It is hard to pin down where, or when Eri was born. What is known is Eri, the third of her mother's line, is more known for being the Daughter of Alvarada rather than a Navigator in her own right. While she has only been on her own for a little over a decade, her mother, on the other hand, is known not only for being a Matriarch of her Nomatic House but having been the Navigator of a well-known Rogue Trader House.Those that know Eri's mother, know to fear the wrath she is so well known for. Eri, on the other hand, seems to be nothing like her mother when it comes to personality. Mild-mannered, and even-tempered, there are those who often forget that the Navigator commands her station with grace and authority, with a cold anger that is known for keeping even bridge officers in their place.

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ㅤbiographyㅤ There once was a girl born to simple parents, who bore neither great skill nor great courage but lived their lives simply and with happiness. Simplicity, however, seemed not to be in the child’s future – From a young age, she constantly sought adventure, exploring with an abandon that neared defiance to the wishes of her parents. As she aged, she had a notable talent for adventure, often climbing over rocks and trees, and exercising her stealth, to great effect. As with all of her people, she has an unerring sense of direction, and despite repeated forays from the village she called home, the girl never got lost and never failed to find her way home. In her early years, she became less and less feminine, and, despite her birth, began to satisfy her parent’s hopes for a son. She cropped her hair short, and bound her loose clothes with strips of woven plant fibers, often pelting the other kids with sticks and small stones, from the safety of total concealment, in the upper boughs of the sparse trees.One tendency she kept, however, through all her years, was a love for the flute, which she would exercise often, in the gray mornings, when the sun just barely began to light the mist which always covered the land. Finally, recognizing her distaste for the constance and simplicity of village life, her parents began to save up their few spare coins, to prepare to send her to a larger city.The girl’s opportunity to travel outside her small village came, during mid-summer, a Merchant came out of the foggy mounts north of the village, on his usual route, to sell his wares. Over the years, he had witnessed the growing prowess of the young woman, and her ever-greater dissatisfaction with her home. He offered to take her on, with him, as he made his rounds toward the city, and even paid her for her time... --Continued--

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ㅤbiographyㅤ WIP