From fertilized soil to briny sea,
In highest high and rootlike low
I pray your heart makes space for me,
'The Fox’s footfalls, no matter her pair of legs, have always been slow.
It's familiar. So familiar.'
Before you lies a dusty phonograph. It isn't old, per say, but the use has been off and on throughout the years. It is hard to tell when it was played last.Do you move the needle?
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On a Wordsmith.
Names: The Poet (Mateus & Balmung)
Age: In the midst of her 20's
Gender: Agender & Intersex (he/she/they pronouns)
Height: 6'5"
Occupation: Poet, Cellist, Traveler, Academic.
Server: Mateus / Balmung
Voiceclaim: Icarus from Hades 2
● He uses an alias used for anonymity & as a pen name for his poetry. He has several names he'll sling about depending on the character and day. If you ever forget a name, feel free to ask me OOC! I know it can be a bit Much sometimes.● Despite his appearance in game, his hair touches the small of his back. The color is still the same, that same auburn shade.● Her preference for colors are black and orange, but he's ultimately fond of deep purples and pinks of all kinds as his favorite color. He will usually go out of his way to covet the use of pink on one's person!● She carries a violin in his bag and plays it occasionally should he be given the space and time to do so. That being said, the cello is his favorite instrument.● She has a secret love ( and talent ) for dancing. Waltzes & tapdances are his favorite, but he also loves a good tango.
Tales Far & Wide.
He is typically enthusiastic and amicable in the face of both new and old company. He enjoys listening to how people view the world and how they feel and experience it, and though he can seem spacey while listening, he's quite attentive and good at recalling what is given to him in a conversation.The Poet walks about with a cane, but it seems to be out of habit now more than ever. It's only relied on occasionally to be a leaning post or weapon. Even without needing it as much as she used to, she still much prefers not to fight and enjoys the company of others in her travels.
Where does one think a sailor goes
Except for out to sea?
For when the ocean calls to them,
Drowning is their loving plea.
Roleplay Hooks Include: Discussing the literature of Hydaelyn (especially poetry), tales of travels - particularly those from faraway lands, fire, dancing, and simply poking him or trying to get his attention about nearly anything.• If you're looking for something more specific, he can see your character's luck based on what they dream about. If you want this done, shoot me a tell! It's simple fortune telling.• Overall, even if he can be a bit strange, the Poet is actually rather friendly and willing to talk about personal things right out of the gate. Trusting in him may just earn a bit of IC advice!
Works of Fiction.
'The Poet' is a published writer of two poetry books -- both released under the penname of 'V'.● The first book of poetry is titled 'Being' and it is centralized on the idea of nothingness and existence as a whole.● The second is a book titled 'All I Have.' The theme of it is time on one's hands -- be it too much or too little.● There is a rumor of a third book on the horizon, but nothing concrete has been published.There are other books he's written, but most are covered behind other pennames. Some people know them, others are mum on the topic.● Most of his poetry does not rhyme and is more about being read aloud than consumption -- importance always emphasized upon the spoken word.
In the flame, my soul did shatter,
From one's darkest night;
The ashes of my soul escape,
Thus this requiem became my rite.
Art Gallery.
Photo Gallery.
Index.
● Hi there! I'm Orpheus, but you can call me Poet or any of his aliases if it's easier to remember! I don't mind any of them.● 21+ Only please!● I am MST and usually on afternoons/evenings/late night.● If English is not your first language and you want me to tone the prose down, please let me know!● I don't give out my Mare or Discord without roleplaying first. I might add as a friend in game, but it's not all the time.● I can do any RP but due to the nature of this character, the possibility of darker themes should be expected upon frequently interacting.● And lastly, I'm here to have fun! Please be transparent -- If something I've written bothers you, let me know! I'd be happy to work things out!
Contact.
● art twitter: @kveztos
● personal twitter: @apocalypsefalls
Disclaimers.
● All screencaps on here are in game assets & belong to Square Enix & FFXIV (Final Fantasy 14).● The title quote is a quote from my friend Cecil.● The bust with flowers coming out, the apple with a tree out of it and the meme on this OOC page were also done by my friend Cecil!● The banner on my home page and of the fox-headed chess piece is done by my friend Kiki!● The small poems throughout the carrd are written myself. The art on the cover page, the blinking gif on the homepage, and the art on the relationships page are all also done by myself! o/
Fabled Figures.
To those who have spoken unto me words I shan't forget.
This is for them, and them alone.
The Stag.
I'll see you on the other side.
The Unicorn.
It's ours. It belongs to us.
The Serpent.
To never be found again or to find someone you've never met? To find someone new.
The Spider.
I appreciate it, you not leaving me behind.
The Son.
You keep dancing and showing me songs, it’s the only trade I need from Family.
The Nebula.
I am proud of the person you are. If you never give up, I won’t either.
The Hound.
You're so full of hope. I think that's my favorite part of you; always hopeful.
The Gecko.
Home is usually where you just feel safe, where you can fit everything that makes you happy, just to feel like... yourself, really.
The Mouse.
Although, nothing is ever really gone forever. A last is only ‘last’ if you deem it so!
The 'Cat'.
I'm glad I met you.
The Ember.
The people I love are strong, and they don't suffer. They overcome.
The Fox.
Today you focus on resting, so tomorrow you can weep another day.
The Turtle.
The clock starts once more, the dogs sing their song, and I know it is just me and--
The Bull.
There's no place I'd rather be than with a bunch of losers like us.
The Wolf.
Sometimes it doesn't matter if it's right or wrong; you just have to do it.
May your dreams be protected. And too, your heart, in times most vulnerable.
