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Ietasu Takemori

Age:
Thirty-four
Orientation:
Bisexual/Grey-aromantic
Preferences:
Female Roegadyn, Male Au’Ra
Spoken Languages:
Common, Doman, Hingan, Thavnairian
Intelligence Level:
High

Nobushige’s tutor, protector, and provider throughout his developing years. They first met through Nozaki, who was attempting to care for his infant brother and struggling desperately with it. And ever since then, he’s stayed by his side longer than anyone else. He was there for Nobushige during daylight hours whilst Nozaki took night duty. And due to his presence being the one Nobushige was around the most, it’s no doubt that the growing child took more after him than his doting older brother.

However, who exactly is Ietasu Takemori? If you asked him now, he would say that he is nothing but an object to be used. A tool that can be applied to any situation. Whether is it something as simple as healing another person, teaching someone how to read and write…or something far more degrading—he is merely that; a tool.

Raised by a rich, educated Hingan scholar for a father in his early years, Ietasu was made to take lessons before he even knew how to speak. Whilst Ietasu himself was a Xaela, his father was Hyur, and he had no mother to put a face, or even a name to. Not only that, but not one other servant or guest in their estate was an Au’Ra. Coupled with the fact his father wouldn’t even discuss his heritage with the young boy, Ietasu had to either choose to set aside his identity struggle or let it fester. He chose to set it aside and focus on his studies instead—as his grades were far more important to his father than who he was.

Right before the Garlean occupancy in Doma, Ietasu’s father brought him there with him on a research project without being aware of the dangers. Dangers that only encroached ever near with each day they spent there, unable to find a way back to their home in Hingashi. Desperate to find a way out, his father left to broker a deal with an aged fisherman in hopes of securing a boat for him and his son, yet he never returned back from that venture. And Ietasu, still being little more than a child, wasn’t able to survive without resorting to twisted means.

Means that he kept revisiting once he took on the responsibility of taking care of Nobushige so that he could feed the newborn baby every day. As the years went by, it only broke his soul further to the point that he did shut off his emotions so that he could continue pressing onwards.

Even today, he feels obligated most of all to Nobushige—as whatever went wrong with him…the fault surely lies in how he raised the boy. He took away his birth name even, giving him a new one full of different hopes for his future. If he can’t safeguard the one thing he gave up everything for, then what was it all for, in the end?

Nozaki Matsugen

Age:
Thirty-three
Orientation:
Heterosexual/romantic
Spoken Languages:
Common, Doman, Hingan
Intelligence Level:
Low

The older brother of Nobushige by seven years turned hateful, despair-ridden monster by the world around him. He once lived a happy life alongside his mother and father until one day news broke that his father was selling out his homeland’s secrets to the Garlean Empire and was forced to pay the ultimate price for it.

The day he lost his father was a terrifying one. Their home was ravaged and raided by the townsfolk, and what money they had left was all they would ever have from that point onwards as not one person would give them financial aid, nor his pregnant mother a job. To make matters worse, they often heard degrading remarks shouted their way when walking through the streets, as well as loud, incessant knocks on their door late randomly throughout their day. Starving, frightened, and about to give birth, Nozaki’s mother suffered irreversible side-effects from her labour with his younger brother. A dementia that soon took her life as she wouldn’t eat nor leave her bed—only moving for the sake of feeding her baby until she inevitably ran out of energy and passed away where she laid.

Nozaki too, might’ve given up then and there too, if not for the weak cries coming from his baby brother’s lips. He might’ve given up at any other point down the long years of his life afterwards, if not for knowing that at the end of the day he’d be able to see his brother’s smiling face when he returned to him.

Lacking in intelligence or persuasive skills, Nozaki honed his trade in brutality. Training up his muscles and stamina so he would be able to fight for his right to live and eat—experiencing more bloodshed than anyone should ever have to witness in their lifetime. He was fueled by anger that threatened never to subside. Suffered dreadful nightmares that only his brother could put at ease; and vowed to one day get them off the streets of Doma and somewhere safer. His one and only dream that was yet again crushed by those living on the very streets he did. This time, going so far as to separating him from Nobushige and motivating him to do something he never thought he would: join up with the Empire’s military so that he could finally get his revenge.

Did he follow his father’s footsteps in doing so? The one man he once thought he despised more than any other? The last traceable whereabouts of Nozaki in Garlean records on the other hand take place the night of Doma’s first successful rebellion.

Seymour Ivar

Age:
Twenty-nine
Orientation:
Panromantic
Spoken Languages:
Common, Various
Intelligence Level:
High

An absurdly wealthy lord living in Ishgard who is generous, affable, warm, and rather touchy-feely. Does that make him a good person? No. But he seems to think so. Having inherited his mansion and fortune from his late parents, he assumedly lives in great comfort with his twin sister that’s only spoken of and rarely seen outside elaborate dinner parties. However, said mansion has more layers to it than what’s seen on the surface level, much like the man in possession of its deed.

Seymour is often sought out by those seeking sponsors for their business start-ups, or other likeminded ideas in need of funding. He is more than willing to provide, should the prospect interest him in some way. However, there is far more that intrigues him than prospects that benefit others in positive ways, and if he is able to provide for nefarious intentions with certain tools, devices, or medicines, he will do so without much debate.

On another note entirely, he does have a fascination with snakes of all varieties—and if observed closely enough, one might pick up on details that would believe them to think that he can genuinely communicate with them. Perhaps even see into their memories.

Bethsheba Yuen

Age:
Twenty-eight
Orientation:
N/A
Spoken Languages:
Ancient Doman
Intelligence Level:
Medium

Mother’s first set of eyes. She lurks in the shadows silently and efficiently keeping watch out for anything that dares bring her charge harm. Skilled in knife throwing, as well as heavy lifting. What common language she speaks is sparse and underdeveloped. Even the one she was raised with—an ancient tongue of Doma—she says very little in. Her emotions have been shut off, and she is little more than a puppet being guided along by a set of nigh unbreakable strings. However, she wasn’t always like this.

She used to love dancing and styling hair. She smiled a few times too. Though whilst she is still skilled at dancing and doing hair, her passion doesn’t shine through anymore. It’s not as if she forced back emotions and parts of herself down—repressing her past; it’s more like they’ve been completely eradicated. Wiped clean from her heart.

Shousan Xu

Age:
Assumed Seventies
Orientation:
Asexual
Spoken Languages:
Common, Doman, Ancient Doman
Intelligence Level:
High

An elderly man who wears a mask covering his face often coupled with a long hood to further conceal his identity. Is it paranoia? Or is it something done intentionally for another reason altogether?

He is incredibly proficient in the arts of the sword, and can also speak old Doman tongue. His presence seems approachable. Lacking in threat. For the most part, this holds true in both his actions and words. However, there is no doubt that this man is a danger to others. He does not harm people due to malice though. Any harm done to another is purely for the presumed benefit of his Lady. No one deed is seen as too cruel or too unspeakable so long as it is for her sake. To that end, countless lives were sacrificed and tortured solely in her name.

Orange

Age:
12
A good boy:
:)
Not at all suspicious:
:)
Totally friendly:
:)
Don’t go near his best friend:
:)
Wears a dumb hat!
:D

( Made with Carrd )