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     NAME         Eden.  He may introduce himself with the surname Genesis. His true name is not openly disclosed  /  forsaken.
     EPITETH         The Golden Hymn.  The Forgiven Sacrifice.  The Prophet.  Aureole of the Mournful Sun.  The Hallowed Solace.
     NICKNAMES         (  Will be added one
day.  Placeholder for more nicknames.  )
     DANSE MACABRE         ❝  Nepenthe.  ❞

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     AGE         Appears to be 29 years old.
     DATE         26th Sun, 3rd Umbral Moon.
     GENDER         Transmasc.  (  He / They  )
     SEXUALITY         Andromantic grey-ace.

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     SPECIES         Sin Eater.  Once no more than a mortal elf, he became corrupted by an excess of primordial Light, his aether and natural form permanently altered as a result. As a Sin Eater, he has seraphic traits.

     HOME         No personal residence.
     ORIGIN          He was born in Lakeland, the sacred homeland of his former people in Norvrandt. Before its downfall, he called Holminster Switch his home and residence, though he has not returned there since.

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     AFFILIATIONS         Danse Macabre. He is also still associated with the Wind Rose Coven, though not nearly as involved now.
     OCCUPATION         Presents himself as a funerary performer, crafting and singing elegies for the departed. His role is to offer comfort, to guide those who mourn, and to ensure rites are executed with necessary reverence. Eden is also a dream weaver, able to dive into the dreams of others for various purposes. Beyond that, he might occasionally practice healing magicks and aetherial restoration, though not regularly.

With a voice   born of the heavens,   I sing of solace for the forsaken. In song, I cradle the weary. In silence, I guide the lost. Such is my lot, to chant hymns of departure. Be still, oh frail heart, for I offer a note: let this elegy guide you. Not to salvation — but eternal rest.

appearance

     EYES         Molten gold.  Flecked black.
     HAIR         Ivory to birch white.  Shoulder-length.
     SCENT          Incense, lilac and burnt sugar, tender yet heavy.
     COMPLEXION         Notably pale alabaster skin, almost unnaturally so.

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     VOICE         Speaking  /  Singing.   (  Griffin Puatu  )
     HEIGHT         Around 5'7'' feet  /  175 centimeters tall.
     PHYSIQUE         Lithe and athletic, carries himself with proper grace.

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     NOTEWORTHY     

personal

• gentle
• diligent
• dignified
• empathetic
• insightful

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• resilient
• cunning
• manipulative
• self-sacrifical

     MBTI         INFJ  —  The Advocate.
     TAROT         The Empress.  A symbol of nurture, fertility, abundance, stability & unconditional love.
     ENNEAGRAM         Type 2w1  —  The Servant.

❝ㅤ Said to be a man of serene grace, his presence seems to radiate a quiet dignity, and his voice soothes even the most troubled of hearts. To meet his gaze is to  ㅤfeel one's spirit laid bare,ㅤ  every sin, every sorrow, every hidden truth one guards, as though he peers into the marrow of the soul itself. Yet, beware the mercy he offers, for it is a blade with two edges. He is as much a savior as serpent, a healer whose touch may soothe or condemn. The blood of absolution rests upon him like a crown of thorns, as though penance itself might fashion him into  ㅤharmony's harbinger.ㅤ  But is this compassion born of kindness, or is it the yearning of a man who seeks salvation for sins too great to be forgiven? Perhaps only the dead, cradled in the rites he so tenderly performs, could answer — and they, alas, remain silent.ㅤ❞

The roses drink deeply from the    golden ichor    that weeps from his wounds, a garden of mourning

LIKES    Birds.  Classical literature.  Music. Singing.  ...
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   speed       ㅤ        ★★★★★★☆☆☆
   wisdom       ㅤ      ★★★★★☆☆☆☆
   strength       ㅤ     ★★★★★★★☆☆
   dexterity       ㅤ    ★★★★★★☆☆☆
   constitution     ㅤ  ★★★★★★★★☆
   intelligence     ㅤ  ★★★★★★☆☆☆

     LANGUAGES         Vrandtic, his mother tongue.  Eorzean Common.  Sign Language, acquired as a part of his former occupation.

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DISLIKES    Disorganization.

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    CLASS        Presents himself as a White Mage.

Tba.  Don't look at me rn.

true form

Behold the vessel of light: golden ichor flows through me, my skin sears with the light of a thousand forgotten suns. Mercy and torment, bound within a single form. But there is   no redemption   for the self-anointed savior; only the weight of these burdens, of loss, of eternity.

Shrouded in conundra, the Forgiven Sacrifice seems neither fully of this world nor beyond it, an ephemeral dreamscape birthed of Light, from penance and suffering, remade as a vessel of divine radiance. At first glance, it appears as an ethereal being — adorned by a gold wreathed halo which shimmers like condensed sunlight behind its alabaster head ; its golden eyes, glowing with    an otherworldly light,    and feathers as white as winter's first snow that cascade like a downy mantle. Six vast wings, each adorned with gold, unfurl from its back, illuminating its form.Yet upon closer inspection, the truth reveals itself. These selfsame wings are beset with innumerable sealed eyes, unblinking and unnerving. White scales snake across pallid flesh, splitting into golden fissures that seep luminous ichor and nurture thorny vines winding tightly around its body. They    bloom with white roses,    stark against the fluid which spills from its wounds. Its hands and feet are clawed with talons, and its pale mouth parts to reveal fangs — bestial remnants of a nature far from holy. It does not blink, does not breathe, does not live as mortals do, and yet, life stirs beneath its hollow veil, inspiring both solace and dread.

And yet, beneath the    radiance of its existence,    others gather, knowing nothing of it but refuge. They deem it a shepherd, its voice of Harmony capable of soothing frayed minds and coercing one's submission. Through its empyrean song, it can heal wounds, shield the weary or smite foes with divine melody. But these powers come at a cost — the vessel grows gradually weaker with each prolonged use and its    wounds heal slowly.   When the time comes for its final metamorphosis, it will transcend humanity altogether, taking on a form both angelic and bestial in nature. It will fall upon four limbs, enormous talons extending from its fingers and feet, and a fanged beak will replace its humanoid visage. Curved horns crown its head with an    even grander halo of Light.    White feathers will spill from its frame and a flowing feathered trail sweeps behind it, both avian and serpentine at once. Its leonine body is bound by golden thorny vines and clad in gilded armor, luminous liquid seeping from its puncture wounds. Its six vast wings will radiate light, enveloping it in an aura of sanctity which might shield the creature from harm and deflect blows.In this state, it cannot speak — it communes only through telepathy, its voice    resonating like a hymn    through the minds of those who stand before it. Such a being, neither heavenly nor grotesque, born from echoes of its own fragmented divinity, serves as both savior and enigma. May you be lost in a desolate land, or caught between the ties of life and death, shall this    figure of pure light    illuminate your crestfallen eyes.

                                               CHARACTER TROPES AND ARCHETYPES                                              

The Atoner Light Is Not Good Be All My Sins Remembered The Confessional Good Shepherd Due To The Dead Tranquil Fury The Philosopher The Medic Angelic Beauty Holy Halo

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     SIXTH ASTRAL ERA     

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     SEVENTH ASTRAL ERA     

In the halcyon days of his youth, Eden was but a humble healer from Norvrandt, born amidst the lilac glades and silver-dappled meadows of Lakeland. His early life was dedicated to offering succor to the downtrodden, mending wounds and soothing troubled souls. His warm heart was the light to which many    lost sheep flocked    — he listened to the people's woes, their suffering, their sins, granting reassuring words and healing magicks which restored the body and eased the spirit. Yet, for all the comfort he brought, he was acutely aware of the impermanence of his efforts. Each act of convalescence was but a fleeting balm against the world's cruelty, and this truth settled within him as a quiet melancholy. He longed to eradicate suffering entirely, though he knew that his mortal frailties would keep such aspirations as    naught but dreams.   Still, this yearning to transcend his limitations and nurture lasting harmony grew into the cornerstones of his ideals. Though he recognized people were predestined to either greatness or oblivion, it was too often the feeble and forgotten who bore the brunt of the world's wickedness. The weak, who were    ever at the mercy of the strong,    needed a refuge. Like a broken-winged bird still desperately wishing to fly, they were ultimately incapable of saving themselves, and he began to see it as his purpose to lift them up. However, these noble ideals — his dedication to virtue and desire to retain it — the source of his strength, would become the seeds of his undoing.

The turning point came when a dear friend, a young woman named Rose, sought his aid in desperation. Gravely wounded by a rogue Lightwarden, the taint of Light spread through her body like a voracious flame, threatening to consume her whole. Vowing to save her, he resolved to purge the corruption taking root within her. However,    the Light was not kind :    its purity, unchecked, sears even the purest of souls. In his attempt to cleanse her, he poured himself into the task so ardently that his aether irreparably tipped towards the Light, reshaping the very nature of his being. Though his power grew, so too did he gradually lose his humanity. At first, the signs were subtle : a faint glow beneath his skin, pale strands in his hair, pupils which began to elongate. But as his body changed, the Light calcified within him, and    his flesh fractured    into open wounds that refused to heal, bleeding gold. His magicks became incomparably potent, but each miraculous act warped his aether further. His once gentle light turned harsh, and as his aether burned with otherworldly intensity, so too did his ideals take on another extreme. He began to believe true harmony required unyielding guidance, that only his sacrifice would bring about salvation and a world free of suffering. Though his convictions remained noble and compassion still pulsed at the heart of his actions, it manifested in an increasingly controlling and cunning nature. He    grew adept at reading the hearts of others,    using their desires and fears to guide them where he wished — shaping outcomes to align with his vision of a peaceful utopia.Consumed by guilt over what he began to become, Rose eventually vanished, and by this point, Eden was no longer the naive healer of Lakeland. The Light outgrew the boundaries of his body, twisting him into a being of pure radiance, something    neither mortal nor divine.    His brilliance burned indiscriminately, his existence anathema to life. Those he had once protected fled before him, and those he deemed wicked were eradicated in the halo of his being. Yet, unlike others who succumb to such transformations, a sliver of himself remained. The faint memories of the faces he had healed, the hands he had held in comfort, the grieving he had soothed and the prayers he had spoken became the last tether for his soul. These fragile recollections anchored a final shard of his humanity, a flicker of the man    he had once been.   

Guided by these remnants, he sought out Rose and followed her through a rift into the Source, leaving the First behind. For years, he wandered as a shadow of his former self, trying to reconcile his actions with his ideals. It was not until the Wind Rose Coven found him that Eden began to piece himself back together. Their Matron took interest in him, working tirelessly to rebuild his essence, and with their aid,    he regained a sense of self.    Though his transformation could not be undone, it was tempered, and the Light which had nearly devoured him became both penance and power. Concealing his true form beneath intricate magical glamours, he soon reintegrated into society, embracing his empowered nature to transcend mortal frailty and wield it like a blade that could cleave despair, even if it meant burning the wick of his own life. His hands, though bloodied, were steady. His voice, though sorrowful, still soothed the mourning.Thus,    his natural role in the world felt like fate,    and this calling led him to Danse Macabre, a funeral parlor in association with the coven which once aided him. The rites of the departed stirred something within him, a memory of prayers once offered and dignity bestowed upon those who had passed beyond pain. It was here that Eden found his purpose again. Adopting the moniker ❝ Nepenthe, ❞ he took on the role of a funerary priest, overseeing rites and composing eulogies to honor the deceased. His work became an extension of his ideals — offering solace to the mourning, guiding the lives of the ones left behind, ensuring the safety of those under his care and easing suffering where he could. Though    his methods could be controlling,    his intentions were born of genuine compassion, and despite his growing cynicism, his desire to ease suffering remained steadfast. While he knew the world he dreamed of may never exist beyond dreams, for those who could not dream of better days, he would be their light — their salvation.

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