Ozerai

⸻   godbrand

corrupted godhood / reluctant false messiah
prophecy as a creeping and all consuming malady
does the oracle see the future or make the future?

⸻    introduction

• Details
• Gallery
• Boons

⸻   appearance

  ⸻   personality

⸻   missing persons

You are a member of Sharlayan's academic elite; no stranger to sprawling campuses and the rigors of upholding the social contract of a high house. Recently, through hushed voices and postings often quick to disappear, you have become aware of a quiet tragedy that has befallen the Kadzhiev family.A son vanished; a set of twins broken; a disappointing heir surrendered to his unlucky yet convenient end -- and the stubborn heroism of a brother willing to pay any price to see the set made whole again.

⸻   noise complaint

You frequent the dumps and dives of Eorzea, rubbing elbows with an eclectic crowd of adventurers and drunks alike. Above the usual clamor, one voice rings out as supreme: a Dionysian blonde, captivating and capricious. Songs sung too loud and drinks spilled in excess, his spirit rails against the contracts of etiquette and polite considerations.Perhaps you join him in his revelries, or you may follow him into the streets once he's been bodily escorted to the exit. Or perhaps you've seen this scene ten times before and recognize him for his reputation as a complete nuisance. Whatever the case, his voice certainly has a way of getting stuck in your head.

⸻   infestation

You have heard the skittering whisper of the Queen from the Abattoir. Your dreams have turned to ruin; a vision of the world in decay, a festering rot that has crept into your waking hours. Your water tastes like filth. Text decays on the pages you read. Compulsion digs an ache beneath your fingernails. It tells you to seek the heart and beckons you in threads of gold toward absolution.Finding the vessel is your only promise of relief. Whether in worship, mania or outrage you must follow the spooling curse to the source.

⸻   bad omen

For any multitude of reasons, you are especially sensitive to the aether of other individuals. Bearing witness to Ozerai's presence is akin to staring into the sun; a blinding radiance cut at the edges by twitching, multi-legged roots of umbral rot. It beckons to you: an invitation turned threat when weighed against the animal fear simultaneously stirred within your gut.It would be ill-advised to approach, but curiosity is a difficult thing to refuse. You may long to know more about his unique condition or the monster hidden beneath his skin, or you may see it as a pathway to elevating your own power -- be that by force or supplication.

⸻   i. about

Hello! I'm Crow. I'm an old hand at role playing, ranging from the bygone days of forum spaces to current MMOs and tabletop adventures. I like things that go bump in the night, villains, vulture culture and gratuitous OC playlists.I'm thirty-six, married and I have a lot of other responsibilities beyond the internet. I might go missing from time to time. Please don't take it personally. Absence is never an indicator of my interest.I'm always DM friendly and I do a lot of writing on Discord because of my limited in-game availability. You're more than welcome to drop me a message there as crowbait.

⸻   ii. preferences

I am a long-form writer and prefer slow-burning continuities that tell a character-driven story. While not opposed to candid banter or "tavern RP" between characters, I generally like there to be an underlying sense of purpose to OC interactions. I'm always down to brain storm ways to bring characters together in meaningful and interesting ways!I adhere to a semi-strict sense of realism in my writing that's respectful of the dangers & consequences of character choices. This means observing law and order, appropriate social conduct and general common sense in both private and public; ie: don't commit crimes in broad daylight, expect consequences for being a creep in private, etc.

⸻   iii. will do

⸻   iv. won't do