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{⋅. ✯ .⋅}Name: Mori Solras {⋅. ✯ .⋅}
{⋅. ✯ .⋅}Nickname(s): Mor, Ole Man {⋅. ✯ .⋅}
{⋅. ✯ .⋅}Race & Clan: Viera, Veena {⋅. ✯ .⋅}
{⋅. ✯ .⋅}Gender: Transgender {⋅. ✯ .⋅}
{⋅. ✯ .⋅}Pronouns: He/Him {⋅. ✯ .⋅}
{⋅. ✯ .⋅}Age: 82 {⋅. ✯ .⋅}
{⋅. ✯ .⋅}Height: 6 fulms, 1 ilm {⋅. ✯ .⋅}
{⋅. ✯ .⋅}Nameday: 17th Sun of the 1st Umbral Moon {⋅. ✯ .⋅}

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If you were to approach Mori and ask about his past, he would grace you with a smile before telling you about his life as a member of a wandering dance troupe for the past twenty some years give or take. He would regale you with tales of his three children just as any doting parent would. He will, however never speak of the other father of his two children or what happened to him during the twenty years of his life before joining the troupe. Many other members of the troupe will joke with him saying that he must have forgotten in his old age. This could not be farther from the truth. He remembers it all as if the events only happened in the last few days, instead of over four decades ago.Very few beings of Eorzea are privy to his full past. The cause of this is that he only shares that part of this past with those he is epically close to. Once he has gotten close enough to someone, then the chance for them to learn his full past may yet fall into their laps.

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☆ The little meadow the caravan had found on their way through the Eastern Shroud was the ideal spot to circle their vardos and hitch the chocobos for the night. While most of the troupe had retired to sleep, a small group huddled around a smoldering campfire, telling stories and tales. One of the newest members of the cast, a fresh-faced Elezen woman with hair the color of night, took a quick sip of her drink before zeroing in on the Viera seated across the way. "What about you, Ser? I couldn't help but notice you've been relatively quiet."The Viera in question slowly lifted his gaze from the dimming ashes to find the face of his questioner. He cast her a small smile before turning his eye back towards the dying flames. Before he could open his mouth to speak, a high-pitched laugh filled the air, cutting through his train of thought as a Miqo seated beside the young Elezen pushed herself forward on the stump she sat on. "Oh please, everyone here knows that the Ole Man Mori can't remember any juicy bits from his past!" A few of the others gathered around murmured, and nodded in agreement. "All yous bother to tell us is boring shit we already know!"Mori lifted his eyes to give the feline a cold stare. "And pray tell me what it is you would like to know, Rhoe? I have regaled most of you with tales of shows and performances of this company from before some of you finished supping from your mother's teet." His words were spoken with a short huff of breath at the end as he gathered the woolen shawl around his shoulders closer.The Miqo'te named Rhoe crossed her arms over her chest, lifting her nose in an attempt at being haughty. "What we want is to know what happened before before joining the dance company." She flapped one of her hands around in his general direction. "Like, for instance, the scar on your face. Or," her eyes lit wide in interest as she spoke her following words rapidly. "How's about whatever it is you keep locked away in that old jewelry box? I know it's something, and the way you guard it makes it seem like the crown jewels of the Sultana."Mori's free hand flinched slightly upwards from his lap before catching the motion with a small sigh. His gaze flitted back to the now dead firepit as a faraway look came over him. "I'm sure you know how clumsy and destructive children can be. Imagine raising three of them alone. The scar is simply from an accident. As for your second question..." He gathered his thoughts before slowly standing, giving his companions a small, sad smile. "That knowledge is for me to carry. But I must bid you all a night." With a curt bow, he turned on his heel and slowly made his way to his vardo.Once the door was closed and latched, the Viera slowly slid down the wooden surface to crumple upon the floor. Releasing a shaky breath, he slowly raised a hand to grip the front of his shirt. The bite of rounded metal digging into the soft meat of his palm was a grounding pain in his home's darkness and the stuttering sobs in his chest. ☆

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{⋅. ✯ .⋅} Volf Fyth - Old lover & friend {⋅. ✯ .⋅}
{⋅. ✯ .⋅} Faelyn Vale - Twin Sister {⋅. ✯ .⋅}
{⋅. ✯ .⋅} K'row Kimera - Adopted Sister {⋅. ✯ .⋅}
{⋅. ✯ .⋅} Solus Grimvik - Son {⋅. ✯ .⋅}
{⋅. ✯ .⋅} Morgana Solras - Daughter {⋅. ✯ .⋅}
{⋅. ✯ .⋅} El'owen Sol - Adopted Daughter {⋅. ✯ .⋅}

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- Perhaps you were in the audience for one of the shows his dance troupe was performing and felt like approaching him afterwards.- You've stopped at an Inn for the night to recover from your travels. As you step foot inside, the main area is ablaze with the sound of cheering and music. In the middle of the surging crowd is a Viera twisting and turning in time with the music. His eye catches yours, and he gives you a wide smile before turning to look at a inebriated patron getting a bit too handsy for comfort. What will you do?- You spot a lone Viera wandering the markets looking a tad bit lost. Will you lend him a hand? Or take this opportunity to try something a bit more underhanded?

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- 21+ only please. This falls more under a being mature thing than it is a adult content thing.
- I prefer to do my RPs over Discord chat as apposed to in-game. I would rather use Discord as it helps me in being able to take my time to focus and enjoy the current plot/story happening with out any major time constraints.
- Creep me out and you will never hear from me again.
**- ** No ERP, or romantic plots with this character.
- I prefer semi-long, to long term rps. I however am not opposed to short rps. (Meet and greets, or passing encounters for example)
- No excessive gore, torture, other triggering events. Unless we have discussed and agreed about the topic.
- Keep IC things IC, and OC things OC. I.e. Know the difference between IC and OC

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- She/Her/They/Them
- Happily married. Not looking for, or even interested in anything OOC. Don't ask.
- Eastern Time Zone. Active around midday to late in the evening/next morning.
- I have over 15 years experience in rping multi paragraphs under my belt. Most of this experience falls into forum rping with various topics and genres as the subjects.

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