Faeryn-Io Dazkar

Dazkar - {Daz•car} - Xaela Clan.

"Household duties such as cooking, cleaning, and childrearing are handled by the males of the Dazkar who, other than when on the move, rarely ever leave their family's yurts. Female Dazkar are tasked with hunting, and are known across the steppe as being some of the most accurate archers in the realm"

Some aspects of this Carrd may be 18+

Who are you? What are you?

Name: Faeryn-Io Dazkar
Gender: Female.
Pronouns: She/Her.
Age: 28.
Sexuality: Bi-Sexual.
Relationship status: Single.
Occupation: Dancer.
Race: Xaela Aura

  • Couragous| Protective | Loyal

  • Apathetic | Impulsive | Forgetful

  • Music | Traveling | Food

Rules of the trade.

  • 18+ and older: If you are under the age of 18, do not pass go, do not collect $200, do not DM me. NO LALAFELL

  • My character is my character, not yours. Do not decide their actions, reactions, advenutres, fate or anything in between for them, without my explicit consent.

  • If it's triggering, please discuss it with me beforehand. Otherwise the Roleplay is ending right there, full stop.

STOP LIGHT SYSTEM.

  • RED: This needs to stop, now. I am uncomfortable and do not wish to continue.

  • YELLOW: This is going too fast, please slow down. I may or may not be uncomfortable or need a break.

  • GREEN: I like it, pacaso, continue.

Do you remember where you came from?

Do you know what it’s like to be alone? To not have anyone you can depend on but yourself? You learn to grow up quick, quicker than you’d like to; too quick. You can’t be scared of the darkness, nor the creatures; bugs, people, things that lurk in caves and swamps. That’s how you die quickly. All of these were things Faeryn learned at a young age, things she wrote down in an old, tattered, leather bound journal as a constant reminder to her own rules, when she began to bend, or nearly break.

Faeryn-Io Dazkar was her name, and she was a proud member of the Dazkar tribe. She was a Xaela Aura whose family had originated from Othard in years before despair. When war broke out in their land, her family had chosen to rebel, some fleeing, others fighting. She was a small child, when war broke out, but she can remember those final, fleeting moments as if they had happened yesterday. Her mother and father fought where they could in order to protect their children, her oldest brother alongside them.. While they were good at what they did, there was not enough manpower to keep them alive, and maybe that’s something they knew, but it was something Faeryn still never understood. They could have fled, could have lived; they chose to fight. Her father was the first to get struck down, he was in close combat, unlike her mother and brother, both of whom preferred a bow to anything else, just as she did. Her mother went down next, each parent she watched die from afar.. But it was her brother’s death that tore her up the most. Dei, her oldest sibling, had been protecting her and their younger sister Aimi. The two of them huddled beneath the stairs of their home, watching the scenes unfold before them when Dei was struck, doing his best to crawl his way beneath the steps to curl his wilting body in front of the two of them for protection. Faeryn knew some sense of field medicine, and did her best to assist with his wounds, to keep him from dying, but his light quickly faded, and she was left to take care of Aimi on her own, which she did.

For days, they remained in their place, tucked beneath steps, hiding in the darkened depths of them with their brother settled before them.. It wasn’t until refugees came rushing through that they had some sense of hope, an older gentleman spotted their sibling’s body and went to check if he had any aether remaining, of course, he didn’t, but that gave them the chance to be seen and rescued. The older man, formerly known as Aoi, called out to a woman in the group, his shout just a whisper but it was enough to catch her attention, bringing her to those muddy, bloodied steps. You could see the pain that struck her features upon seeing the girls, dark scales covered in muck, unruly black tresses stuck to the side of their faces, bright eyes lost of hope and light. She was quick to help the gentleman gather them both, each girl clinging to a different person, despite not wanting to be separated, they knew they had no choice. The group continued rushing forward, urging each other in silence to the docks where there was a ship waiting to take them from there, while the sky was quicker, the sea was safer, or so they thought.. Upon reaching the docks, a group of soldiers came bursting from the darkness, grabbing who they could to prevent them from reaching their designated ferry, in that mess of people, the woman carrying Aimi was grabbed, where she clutched the little girl to her, Faeryn screaming out for her sibling and attempting to climb out of the older man’s arms to reach her, but she was quickly shushed and handed over to another male on the ship, who she clawed and shoved at, Aoi untying and pushing the boat toward the water as quickly as he could before leaping onto it when it began to drift with the current.

The following days.. Maybe weeks? Months, potentially, were spent curled up in a makeshift bed that had been given to Faeryn, where Aoi did his best to tend to her, to make sure she ate and drank plenty, that she didn’t let her grief pull her down and weaken her while they sailed to their destination, and eventually, that ferry reached it; Eorzea. A land they only heard of, and had previously deemed unsafe, at least, some of them did. To others, it was a new beginning, a new home. Not many of them got the chance of making it, however. In years to come, many of the refugees that Faeryn had started with began to die off, either from sickness, or accident, or just old age, one after another, they dropped like flies. It was only her and Aoi, at some point, where they had split off from the rest of the group that was withering away and started on their own route, and those days had been good.. Until the incident. Aoi had been protecting their camp one night, when a gruesome creature came barreling through, tearing up their supplies, their tent, it had been fleeing from hunters that were on it’s trail, and as she had learned to do in Othard, she hid, letting Aoi fight as he had many times before. But this time, he didn’t have the greatest outcome. It was too big, too quick, and it tore right through him, leaving the small aura trembling in her spot, too frightened to do anything to save him. Instead, her head dipped forward and she tucked her face into her knees to hide it, eyes squeezing shut, hands reaching to push fingers to her ears. By morning, it was gone, and.. So was Aoi. There was barely any trace he had been there in the first place, and this was what taught her that in order to survive, she needed to not fear as much as she did. Faeryn pulled herself from her spot - it had just been a hollow spot inside a tree trunk - so she could look through the camp, salvage what may be left and continue the trek her and Aoi were meant to..

They had been in the South Shroud, when she lost him, so she continued to follow the map with some mild sense of direction, after all, they had been heading to Gridania, and she was still determined to reach it.. Her journey led her to different places, Inn rooms, taverns, campsites.. Each one she took a different piece of; whether it was gold, an expensive item, or just a trick of the trade, she picked up a little something from each place she visited, just a reminder of what she’d been through, where she had gone, how far she’d traveled. She was lucky, after a fortnight to have finally found those gates, as she’d been ready to give up, assuming Gridania was just some old wives tale. Exhausted and weak, she stumbled up to towering gates and a guard post, bright, white eyes lifted to take in the scale of the scene before her, and she let out a quiet sigh. Feeling a sense of relief wash over her, Faeryn collapsed and was awoken several hours later tucked inside an in room, with fresh clothing in a folded pile beside her bed.. It was there that she made a home, for several years; where she made friends with various other creatures, viera, miqo’te.. She got the chance to work beside some of the best archer’s in all of Eorzea, as well, perfecting a natural skill she already held, as the women in her tribe were archer’s, after all. Whilst her life was better, now, Faeryn didn’t stop being who she was.. She still stole, she still gambled, she still killed, though killing was not without reason anymore, now, it was only done as needed. Especially when she'd befriended a man she considered a brother; Brim. Someone who she still works alongside to this day.

Her life was starting anew, one chapter of her life had closed, and another.. Well, she has just began writing it, who’s to say where she’ll go next, where it will take her.