Lucy D'Yalvol
Lucy D'Yalvol is a once disgraced Ishgardian noblewoman, having been exiled for supposed heresy. She never once allowed dragon blood to pass her lips, nor had she particularly chose a side. No, the void had been her true calling. To that end, all manner of heresy surely looks the same, and suddenly countless eye witnesses claimed she had been consorting with dragons. Her sentence was final; Exile.In time, she found herself in Ul’Dah, honed her craft in alchemical concoctions and black magic, and sought to further her research into the void.Even if it meant becoming one with it herself.
The basics...
- Ishgardian native
- Race: Midlander/Elezen mix
- Age: Late 20's
- Height: 5'2" (And VERY grumpy about it)
- Weight: 120lbs
- Eye Color: Green prior to becoming voidtouched, amber with black swirls afterward
- Haircolor: Black
- Complexion: Pale
- Build: Slender, curves in all the right places
- Tattoos: Smokey trails that begin from her left hand and encircle around her body with floral patterns, ending down her left leg; Runes across her fingers; Moonphases extending from her elbor to the back of her hand. All of her tattoos glow in the dark.
-Datacenter/Homeworld: Crystal/Mateus
Traits...
- Vast knowledge of the void
- Needs to feed on aether: She can go a few days without feeding, anything longer than a week or so will cause her to become anxious, somewhat more hostile and focus on little else than getting a direct taste of aether.
- Able to twist individual's vices; Precisely how she rose to such high status.Personality...
- Having formed a pact with a succubus, her carnal interests have grown a bit more... Intense.
- When she isn't concocting potions or drugs, and when she doesn't have her face buried in some ancient tome or "borrowed" book, she can be found sating her sweet tooth, quelling her thirst for aether, or feeding her need to get high and forget the past.
Likes...
- A nice, quiet night with a book
- A cup of tea
- Sweets. And lots of them.
- Being around people she can trust.Dislikes...
- Blizzards
- Business when she could be doing research
- The destruction or obfuscation of knowledge.Achievements and Accolades...
-Ranked 63rd for her Alchemical work for the first ranking, and ranked 81st and 39th for her Mining efforts for the first and second rankings as well, earning herself three Writs of Beatification
A Note:Alright I may have written MORE than I could ever intend. This is more so an online reference for myself anyway.
Lucy was born to an Elezen nobleman of Ishgard and a Hyur commoner of the Brume. In an effort to provide for both his child and wife, their status was elevated and they were allowed to live within a lavish home, filled to the brim with books. Despite being referred to as 'halfbreed' and having been harangued by the other Elezen for her diminutive height, as well as the other Hyur for her pointed ears, she excelled in her teachings at the Scholasticate, taking to learning at an alarming rate.It was this aptitude that bored her. She wanted more. Something far more interesting to learn.And so she learned of the forbidden section within the stores of books within the library. When denied access, she would simply sneak in when able to.Accounts of dragons, long, long boring tomes regarding the Heavens Ward… The noblewoman was just moments from giving up, when she spotted a far more tattered book.She opened it up, covering her nose and mouth from the dust, and found pages upon pages of information on the void. On voidsent. On becoming voidtouched…The prospect was grisly, but intriguing. The power one would wield…She began pouring over the books.In time, she became sloppy, and was found out.Her trial was quick, her witnesses were individuals she had little involvement in or ones who had their own goals, and her sentence was exile. Forced to survive in the Coerthan snowscapes, she clawed her way to Ul’Dah to survive, lest any of the Temple Knights who heard exile and thought execution find her and leave her to be buried under the snow.
In Ul’Dah, the young woman had immediately tried to seek out some means of life. She heard extensive tale of the various guilds that were spread between the Steps of Nald and Thal. She had very little interest in close quarter’s combat, and the drill instructor of the Gladiator’s Guild or the lecherous elder of the Pugilist’s Guild both gave her enough reason to avoid both walks of life like the plague.Then came the Thaumaturgist’s Guild, lead by a quintet of Lalafell who’s names were so frustratingly similar that even Lucy caught them mixing each other up despite being related by blood. Their… Willingness to let her commence her studies into voidsent under the guise of looking to better understand how to seal them had been far easier than she’d realized, as if just anyone could stroll in on a whim and read those long forgotten tomes. Maybe they could understand her quest for knowledge, as others were outright denied access.In time, she had been back to her old self, spending long, tiring hours at night spent pouring over her own notes, half of which were on the void, the other regarding various alchemical reagents she needed for commissions and leves from the Alchemist’s Guild to maintain her cheap room at the Quicksands, loathed to be forced to stay in such squalid conditions, compared to her far more comfortable home.In time, Lucy, had bit off far more than she could chew; Having taken a good amount of requests, she found herself unable to actually get most of the materials needed without going a far distance from her current location, and risking her life far too much. She needed help.Enter Adrastia Solborne, once a member of the gladiator’s guild, now a savant with an alembic. Lucy could tell she was good at what she was doing, and was quite adept at her craft. Easy enough to go to her and ask if she could assist her in retrieving those harder to procure materials. Namely Voidsent blood. That was the one thing she didn’t need for an actual recipe. It was for her own experimentation.Discussions were underway, payment was… Tentatively agreed upon, and the two were off to Gridania to not only get a majority of the materials, but a live voidsent to use as a consistent source of blood.
The duo had grown to be fast friends on their way to the Black Shroud, with Tia showing off an urn she had purchased. The runes on the side were easy enough to discern, considering she had worked with the Thaumaturges’ Guild to set them up in more or less the same fashion. They would bind any and all voidsent inside of them. Perfect for harvesting and cultivating anything willing to gouge out their eyes as opposed to willingly offer blood.Meanwhile, Lucy shared her notes. A blackened book with pages nearly torn, the spine frayed and broken. Her life’s research, with most of her points on the void and related things from her time in Ishgard. The horribly burnt tome was opened, and Lucy began telling Tia as much as she could. Eating habits, how they interact with one another, anything one may need to properly facilitate a living source of voidsent blood.It was during a night at camp where the two had actually spoken of their past. With Tia mentioning her life as a gladiator, Lucy revealed her exile, and plans to gain the strength to return, challenge her sentence, and start life anew.The only issue? Coin.And so a bond had been formed; With Adrastia’s expertise in alchemy and Lucy’s studies into the aetherial, the two would be sure to work hard to see each other’s dreams fulfilled.And then everything went black.Lucy woke up, body aching, the world spinning. Once everything came to a nice, easy stop… She found she was upside down, the dim light of a candle or two behind her helping her see.. Bars?And an imp, who floated, clearly bored out of its mind.The creature made an ecstatic noise once it found its captive awake, stating that the other woman kicked too much. With little energy, Lucy spat to the floor, a scowl on her face that belied the deep concern that was bubbling up. The voidsent grumbled quietly, mentioning something about finding its boss, and vanished into the darkness.Moments later, Lucy could sense an intense confluence of aether, some of it her own, some of it Adrastia’s… Most of it a far more menacing presence.The spine chillingly sultry voice seemed relieved to see the Ishgardian woman awake, and expressed concern from having been asleep for so long.The look of confusion on Lucy’s face only made the succubus’ own malicious smile all the more menacing.“Dearest Lucy. You’ve been my guest for two months.”
The revelation of having been trapped for two months without her knowledge was… Jarring. The succubus was lying. She had to be!And yet memories of her time came flooding back to her…Her capture.Her torment.Her escape attempts…Lucy growled quietly, the succubus floating closer to effortlessly lift up the chain and set her captive down, the Ishgardian woman quickly sitting herself up, stunned as the voidsent giggled and came in close, whispering threats of potentially taking too many of her memories.Broken, beaten, battered, Lucy leaned forward, far too weak to attack. The succubus couldn’t help but laugh, clawed fingertips caressing her back.Lucy shut her eyes.And bit down onto the succubus’ neck, sinking her teeth into it in a last ditch feral effort. She tried to drink in her blood, finding it tinged with multiple sources of aether, mainly her own and Tia’s, feeling her strength returning to her.The succubus, understandably in a panic, offered to release her, to let her be free.Lucy had other ideas.With the threat of drinking her dry (putting her own life at risk), Lucy offered to form a pact. Knowledge and powers of the void, for aether and freedom.The succubus, seeing no way out, growled and agreed to those terms. With little time to waste, the duo went to free Adrastia, who had been bound upright, but horribly bloodied, beaten, and guarded by a now asleep ogre. Even without being weakened from her months of torture, there was no way she would be able to carry her away. The succubus, having introduced herself as Yrelyla, offered her assistance.In the form of nudging Lucy toward sacrificing her friend.There was no way either of them would be able to escape while carrying the cumbersome Highlander. Even if they could, the journey would likely leave her at death’s door…She saw no other option, and made her way to the half-lucid woman. She apologized, muttering a prayer to have The Traders carry her to the Lifestream… Before biting into her neck, draining the now weakly flailing individual of blood, aether, and her very soul with the help of her voidal companion.And that’s when the ogre woke up.
A viscous battle ensued, the room nearly destroyed, but Lucy managed to fight on. With the ogre having been weakened after a time, Lucy tore into the muscle-bound being’s flesh with her nails, having them taken on a far more wicked appearance, and used all her energy as a cannon, watching as it all ripped right through the ogre and out its back.Before death could take it, Yrelyla had tossed the urn to Lucy, having marked it with some sigils of her own to keep whatever it trapped within completely locked away. Lucy opened up the container, chanting the commands to trap the being within, and watched as it was pulled inside, sealed...All before collapsing to the floor, exhausted.
She woke up, body aching, with the succubus nearby, sitting upon the dilapidated remains of a nearby bed, the containment urn in its hand as she studied it."I've decided to alter our deal."Lucy's eyes narrowed, and a sly grin spread across the creatures lips. "Now now. Nothing that isn't against your ideals." With a toss of the container, the exhausted mage needing to catch it with weak hands as the horned-woman spoke. "I will teach you of our ways. You will grow stronger. And we will both sit at the top. And when your time comes? I shall pull you right into the void.""... Can I go?""I'll be close by~"And with that? She was gone.It took the now voidtouched woman hardly any time to begin her trek toward civilization, a kind rancher in Bentbranch Meadows allowing her to rest for a spell. She left without a word, not out of fear... But of discomfort. She could tell the kind farmhand was desperate for a drink, having spent a lifetime of sobriety after cleaning himself up.The alien feeling was everpresent, even as she entered Gridania. A healer that enjoyed inflicting wounds upon her patients more than curing them, a wrathful member of the lancer's guild who has seen his fair share of bloodshed, and the airship ticketer, so wracked with envy...She shook her head from the sight, waiting in a far off seat on the airship and dozing off.Lucy, having long since made her way back to Ul’dah, finding that Adrastia had connections and a whole secret life. Drugs, narcotics, illicit substances that no one of strong moral fiber would ever be caught with...She took over the business, alongside her voidal-companion.In time, she made her way back to Ishgard, emboldened by her newfound prowess, and challenged her ruling, claiming that she didn't receive a proper trial.Set up against a temple knight, she fought with all her might and won, with no one questioning the darker energies that she could employ and ruling it as Black Magic.Having found respite in an inn room in the Forgotten Knight, she would collapse into bed, and plot her ascension.
Known Associates
Adrastia Solborne
Business partner, companion, friend
Once a headstrong hyuran woman who had died at the hands of Lucy in Haukke manor. Through reasons unknown to either of her or the voidtouched being, her soul had entered the body of a Miqo'te dancer under the employ of Gegeruju. The reunion was awkward, to put it gently, though in time, the duo had reformed a strong partnership.She also attempted to regain a body more akin to her original... The process was painful, but the results were... Agreeable.With her newfound stature? She found it fitting to employ herself as not only Lucy's business partner, but also her personal bodyguard."How in the seven hells am I to protect you when you get yourself in trouble constantly?"
Yrelyla
Voidsent, pact-keeper, teacher
The very succubus that had kept her imprisoned in Haukke Manor for two months with the intent on feeding on her for aether has, after what she would claim was a mutual agreement between friends all the while convienently leaving out the fact that Lucy had overpowered her, turned over a new leaf, now housing the hollowed out shell of a Viera that had so graciously allowed her to enter her body.Despite her nature and habit of causing mischeif for her voidtouched ward to deal with, she deeply cares for her safety, be it due to the terms of their contract and the implication of her own life being forfeit should Lucy fall or not is to be determined."Who knew mortality could be so refreshing~?"
Abilities and Skills and Classes
Black Mage
Having learned the basics in her studies in Ishgard, Lucy had a fairly decent basis when she crossed the doors of the Arrzaneth Ossuary. There, allowed to practice her arts and perform her research openly (within reason) gave her a stronger appreciation for the arts and soon found herself gaining some expertise in the field.Her skills are emboldened by the void, able to draw upon far more potent spells to aid her in combat.
Dark Knight
Normally, Lucy would (nor could) heft a greatsword that's roughly her height, her prowess more adhering to her interests in black magic.However, in more... Dire situations, Yrelyla can step in, posessing her ward and being far more imposing presence, strength wise.With the Lucy taking a backseat, Yrelyla can then push through the strain, invigorating herself through the thrill of fighting, often devolving into a fit of maddened cackles as she ends up coated in blood, both her own and her opponent's.
Alchemist
Having formed her own business based on the art of alchemy, Lucy is able to freely concoct all she could desire, from the most potent elixirs, to the most deadly poisons.
Rogue
When push comes to shove and Lucy is ever caught without her staff, a firm knife to the stomach is more than enoguh to keep herself safe. And besides, what could be more intimate than feeling the final breathe leave one's lips upon yours?
StatsSTR
✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦
DEX
✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦
CON
✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦
INT
✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦
WIS
✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦
CHA
✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦
Misc
-She can play the harp and piano, having learned the latter as a child at her mother's wishes.
-Often uses her knowledge as an alchemist to cook. The results are... Edible.
-She has taken up medicine in her recent years, mainly to further study the body's reactions to her concoctions. Her surgical work, purely for silencing those who wish to spread such horrible rumors about her.
-Can read an individuals vices, their desires, allowing her to take advantage of what they want to gain what she needs.
Taken by Lucy D'Yalvol
Taken by Alexis Hanako
Hi everyone! Thank you so much for reading through the ramblings of a madwoman!!A little bit about the writer behind the screen:I'm a woman of many talents and writing is honestly a passion that I need to rekindle and shake off far too much rust, so I figured roleplaying would be a LOVELY method to do so!I will say that, while I do tend to get into character quite easily, I am NOT my character! Shocking, I know!I've been playing Final Fantasy XIV for... Maybe around ten years? Since then I've made and lost friends and moved all across the country, but always had this game as a wonderful method to destress. To have a good foothold in the roleplay community is honestly something that means a lot to me!Contact me on Discord!
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Private Estate
In having long since regained access to Ishgard and, using her connections to amass a rather extensive amount of gil and her influence during her assistance during the Ishgardian Restoration, managed to secure herself a home in Empyreum once the estates had been opened to purchase.Upon entering, the scent of baked goods fills the air, thanks to the cafe in the back corner, staffed with individuals ready and willing to accommodate a guest’s culinary desires. Scattered about are tables where one may rest for a spell and chat with other patrons. The estate's owner joins on an infrequent basis whenever she deigns herself ready for a quick confection-laden break, either seated on the couch on the western side or opposite the cafe itself, sitting at a table to challenge anyone willing to play a game of Triple Triad.Walking up the stairs to view the elegant phasmascape mural, the western flight of stairs would lead to Lucy’s private chambers where, if she were able to make it, she would be found sleeping, the room next door being her personal alchemy lab. The eastern steps and the opposing wing have her private office, where she conducts more menial tasks; Paperwork involving legitimate business ventures and others that are less so. Both sides of her business are indistinguishable; Commissions for stockpiles of restoratives for the Temple Knights and psychedelics from materials gathered in the Twelveswood appear nearly identical between the two to the untrained eye. Even then, she keeps all of her business locked and hidden away. Next to her office, one would find a simple guestroom. Not as extravagant as the rest of her home, as it had been designed for comfort.Venturing down into the basement, one would find it relatively small, given the home’s layout. A wall of books on one end and a locked broom closet (Though some may swear they hear disconcerting noises from within), though a lovely sitting area nonetheless.For those who pique her interest or are close associates to her, one would gain entry to her secret chambers. Visitors can find the matron’s choice of drinks at the bar; an opulent throne serves as the chamber’s centerpiece, and several trophies and accolades adorn the walls and floor. A piano accompanies the stage, where performers may entertain her guests.For those who wish to visit, it can be located in the Empyreum, plot 30, 24th Ward.View Images
Blackwood Apothecaries
and
Operating Theater
Located in an apartment she had managed to procure, Lucy has made herself a fairly well stocked shop to sell her alchemical goods, along with several knick-knacks. When asked about the name, she seems to avoid the question entirely, though she tends to stare at a framed picture of a Highlander and her from many, many moons ago...Through an innocuous, glamoured wall, one may find a macabre approximation of an operating room with amenities to ensure she would be able to perform her surgeries quite well. The sounds of the actual shop are gone, magics having gone into ensuring secrecy down to the very last detail.Much like her business life, this location serves two purposes:Knowledge of the body is, as she swears, important toward understanding how certain reagents and alchemical creations would react, with the certain added stimuli. For this, she typically will operate on willing participants, performing non-invasive procedures to have a better understanding and to hone her craft.For her less-than-legal work, should anyone pry too heavily into her personal life, she will guarantee silence. A cage sits ominously close to the operating table, the only thing visible from inside, barring stairs leading to the upper loft.Those who wake up in the cage tend to never leave the room alive...As part of her business dealings with a certain shady underbelly (and a disdain for leaving the organs to go to waste), she began to harvest them, delivering it all as needed with as much care as possible.The entry floor is decorated to her needs; Rows upon rows of books detailing any information she may require, be it books on anatomy and physiology, to aetherical healing, to her own personal notes tucked away in the mess. She swears that she knows where they all are.Alongside, she has several work surfaces; Some with potent anesthetics already concocted, another tucked under the stairs with a cauldron to adequately concoct anything needed.Moving upstairs, should she deem it necessary (or just wanting to show off), visiting guests may watch from the loft, provided that they are adequately sanitized.As a relatively recent acquisition? A massive venus fly trap would find itself situated in the corner of the room, seeming to look hungrily at any who it sees. Lucy can be seen affectionately referring to it as Aglaophotis or simply as "Aggy".For those who wish to visit, it can be located in the Empyreum's Ingleside Apartment Complex, room 2 of the 24th Ward.View Images
Private Chambers
Despite her never ending need to work day in and day out to the point of burnout, Lucy has ensured that her personal quarters within her Free Company's estate had been constructed with comfort being the main desire.Still maintaining an extensive collection of books, these being more for light reading to fantastical stories and tales (though the occassional research document or some text pertinent to her work ends up in her hands as she lounges and makes personal notes.A dining table is set nearby, with room for herself and two guests to enjoy a meal, along with a water display with live fish floating about, along with her aquarium being embedded into the upper wall with several rare fish.To keep warm on even the coldest of nights, a fireplace burns bright on the opposing side.View Images
