"A ray of sunshine through a crack in the stone of Gelmorra."
Son of Gelmorra, Skilled Black Mage, Relic Hunter
Friendly Neighbourhood Stripper Death Priest
Owner & Head Chef of Souterrain
Somewhere in his mid-twenties, and that is about the best answer any will get out of him, Hyacinthe ascended out of Gelmorra in the past couple of years to absolutely no acclaim.He did not loiter overlong in the Shroud. Instead, he wound up in Limsa Lominsa, where he spent his time working as an erotic dancer and sex worker on the pleasure barge Crimson Nightinggale, picking up every bit of knowledge he could and playing it down as part of his hand as benefited him, and remained there for two years before moving on to greener pastures.While he is not a hard man to befriend, he can be a difficult one to get past the surface of - if he is more frequently honest about the motley of skills he possesses and the work he does, he still seems to keep his cards close to his chest and his weapons closer where he can.He is a devote follower of Nald'thal, and while the Ossuary considers him an odd duck at best - and a pain in the ass much of the time - he is nonetheless held as a member in useful and capable standing, especially given an increasing comfort in working with death as a concept and reality both, and all that entails. While he was once a hair more secretive about the fervency of his devotion to the Traders, he no longer even remotely bothers hiding it, and can be sighted in ritual garb at times.A quick study, he took to thaumaturgy and black magic like a fish to water when introduced to them shortly after coming above ground, and can be considered a decently formidable opponent, particularly with either fire or lightning, which his aether tips very strongly towards. While not as long an experienced voidsent hunter as his mate, or as deeply so, he is nonetheless a capable hunter, one who probably shouldn't be trifled with recklessly.
Standing at 6'9.5" in his stocking feet, Hyacinthe frequently adds to this with towering heels, citing that nobody can possibly ignore him if he is above their heads. His build is chiselled and leanly beefy; a look maintained by a strict yoga regimen and a skill at running far, fast, and without looking back. Also a boyfriend that can actually give him a good fight.His skin is rich, somewhere on the boundary line between brown and a purpley-grey; it blends in well with the shadows, an effect only amplified if he covers his hair, which is a lovely shade of plum shot through with an icy blue on the ends. His eyes are a striking shade of iris, made all the moreso by the black sclera that surround them, and he adorns himself in blues, purples, gold, black, and white to accentuate these for maximum effect.Typically his garb leans towards the skimpy, flashy, or both; it's become a point of note with his friends and family that if Hyacinthe is dressed entirely practically, shit is going down.Rather than the scent of the flower whose name he shares, Hyacinthe favours perfumes of: grapefruit, yuzu, and white musk, lavender, sea salt, and rain, black coffee and cinnamon buns, flurries of virgin snow, crisp winter wind and the faintest breath of night-blooming flowers, or honey, mahogany, and incense smoke.His voice is deep and richly melodic, often with a sensuous purr to it; an excellent example is this vocalist. His Gelmorran accent comes through at all times.
AGE: Mid-twenties (Twenty-nine, but fuck you if you ask).RACE: Elezen (Duskwight).NAMEDAY: Fifth umbral moon, thirty-second sun (October 31).SIGN: Scorpio.ORIENTATION: Bisexual/technically biromantic but much more difficult to actually romance unless you're Sorn.MARITAL STATUS: Hyacinthe is dating, living with, and very much in love with Sorneth Kilrae, and devoted best friends with benefits and will kill and die for Shrike Delaney.While not monogamous by any stretch of the imagination, Hyacinthe is not looking for more romance in his life.
Flexible post lengths, slow typer.
Not firmly enough married to canon to mind if you are doing something outlandish.
Clumsy at combat roleplay; prefers one-on-one freeform with friends that can discuss a fight. Please seek OOC consent for combat first.
LGBTQA+.
Void is an adult old enough to remember cassette tapes and how his walkman would chew his up. While he has roleplayed for nearly two decades, this has mostly made him unable to justify how often he accidentally chuckles twice in one emote.Yes, Hyacinthe is a giant Kushiel's Legacy reference; please holler with me about it if you dig it.
Keorelle Varois
Aurelie Phodovond
Glimeux Cesaire
Keorelle Varois
Keke or Keo
Twenty-nineKeorelle left the shadows of Gelmorra at thirteen, when her mother, the witch Sabinne Varois, chose to move above ground, transitioning in her teens under the watchful alchemy of her mother while gleefully beating the stuffing out of Wailers regularly.Raised with a deep comprehension of older magics, at twenty-one she left home along the boundary line of the South Shroud and Thanalan to pursue thaumaturgy and sex work, and flourished in the years before finding Hyacinthe plodding down the road in the South Shroud. She took him into her carriage and onward, giving him everything, including, as it happens, a renewed will to survive and thrive.Keorelle is Intensely Gay and always seems to be flirting with a new girl or five. She thinks Mun-tuy beans belong everywhere. Hyacinthe disagrees.She informally runs the Keorelle Varois School of Thaumaturgy, which is to say she drags you out into the middle of nowhere and kicks your ass until you're good at thaumaturgy.Keorelle resides in a mountain cabin tucked in along the southern edge of Western Coerthas, or in her modified stagecoach mobile home; she is always willing, however, to show up anywhere to brighten everyone's day in a cloud of moko smoke and Gay Vodka Aunt energy.
Aurelie Phodovond
Late thirties at deathBorn into a life of hardship and pain that she would never let her son remember Maman as anything other than protector, provider, and mother of both heart and exposure to the Old Tongue to degrees many Shroud Gelmorran miss, even if nowhere near in full.A self-taught linguist for most of her adult years, Aurelie spent Hyacinthe's formative years taking him all throughout the tunnels as she worked. In later years she spent less time travelling below and more above, bartering and trading for game to feed them, or spending time with Buscarron, with whom she may or may not have had a Thing.Aurelie was lost in the Calamity, along with her research.
Glimeux Césaire
Forty-twoA Gridanian noble, Glimeux has ever had a reputation for being a racist bastard towards wights and keepers. Shortly following the most lucrative Saints Wake of the Nightinggale's history, in no small part thanks to their Duskwight talent, Glimeux finally managed to cut a deal with the former owners and take ownership. And then the cuts started coming to the Duskwights. A percentage here, an overlooked slur there. In a year, Glimeux Césaire caused nine wights to leave the Nightinggale - the entirety of their wight staff - as well as multiple Keepers.Mysteriously, following the last few Duskwights leaving the Crimson Nightinggale, Glimeux disappeared entirely - the Yellowjackets have given up the search for the missing Wildwood, and ownership has once again changed hands.In truth, Glimeux Cesaire now lives on Hyacinthe's mantel at home, gifted to him by a couple of his nearest and dearest and serving much more useful purpose in death than he ever did in life. Also a more aesthetic one, given that in life his aesthetic was "uses too much hair oil".
You May Know Him If
You lived in Gelmorra beneath the Shroud any time between twenty-four and three years ago - you may have met either him or his mother, as they traveled beneath extensively up until his mid-teens, and settled there after that for a few years. While he was not a child of many friendships he was certainly one of a distinct appearance, one that only grew as he did.
You've frequented the pleasure barges in Limsa Lominsa , and perhaps visited the Nightinggale when he worked there. Maybe you've watched him on the stage, or even booked the Night-Blooming Flower for an evening in the past. He's been known to take freelance clients as well, a good number of whom he remains in touch with even when their business relationship ends.
You are a maker or supplier of fine lingerie, footwear, BDSM equipment, cosmetics, hair care, skin care, disposable medical supplies (primarily needles and scalpels, although also general first aid), or various alchemical creations for healing injuries. Hyacinthe has made a habit of noting who has been good to work with or procure his supplies from over the past two years, and keeps their information on hand; if you fill any of these and have been either operating out of or maintaining contacts in Limsa Lominsa, you may have crossed paths before, and if not, he's always interested in another contact.
You are an antiquities dealer. Whether reputable or not, Hyacinthe has made a habit of lurking around antiquities shops or making potentially ill-advised connections for the sake of reclaiming some of the history his Gelmorra has lost, citing that better her relics be in the hands of a Gelmorran than any other.
You are a member of the Order of Nald'thal, associated with them, or frequent the Ossuary, Thal's Respite, or Nald's Reflection. As a devotee of the Traders, and having taken the black, Hyacinthe is oft to be found in places relating to his gods or his primary magical study in their service. While openly devoted to both aspects of the Traders, he is more focused on the worship of Thal and often handles funerary practices and grief counseling.
You live in or frequent Tailfeather. He passes through there a lot these days, what with residing in Dravania. In which case, you may also be passing familiar with his chocobo, Picorer, a destrier/flyer crossbreed with a tendency to peck people.
You are associated with organized crime in Shirogane, as is his favourite freelance client, a soldier of the Hisui-no-hebi-kai yakuza clan, thus occasionally taking him out that direction to play the role of arm candy.
You are a hostile voidsent. My sympathies, he hunts those. Maybe if you're not mindless you can manage to convince him to not give you the Hyacinthe Special: beating you thoroughly into a sludge with his staff. (This might go very poorly for you, though...)
You are a friendly voidsent. As a diplomat, he is determined to offer those voidsent seeking a peaceful life or death on the Source what they seek, and cares deeply enough for those he meets to defend them with the full force of his abilities.
Hyacinthe Eglantine
The Night-blooming flower
While it is rare that he takes on new clients any longer - Hyacinthe is an erotic dancer who will take on freelance clientele and performances if he likes a person or venue well enough.The trick here is being liked well enough, really, and that's where it will be difficult, since Hyacinthe must like the character, and his player must enjoy chatting with the other player(s) OOCly without any hint of creepiness.In the event of being hired, Hyacinthe primarily works under the banner of the Gilded Sands and thus does not take direct payment for what he does, although he always appreciates tipping. Payment - in IC gil only - will go through them (this need not be played out in full, it is simply how his payment taking works).I as an OOC person and Hyacinthe as an IC character both reserve the right to end any scene at our comfort, as does the other party. OOC complaints about this will result in blacklisting. IC complaints must be cleared OOC beforehand or they will also result in blacklisting.