Xephre Drakis

Xephre Drakis is a Rava Viera and the Warrior of Light. Born in the Golmore Jungle as Sverr Fyth, they exhibited physical traits of both genders. They chose to follow the path of a jack and learn under a wood-warder in their adolescent years, then left as a young adult to explore the world and left behind their forest name.Two years before the Calamity, Xephre witnessed an illusory meteor shower and heard Hydaelyn's voice. Along with the usual powers of the Echo, they were also granted an additional ability: every time they die, they go back in time and reawaken on the day they receive the Echo.Believing they were meant to stop the Calamity, they learned all they could, amassing knowledge and information over the course of a dozen or more iterations. A powerful alchemist taught them to make an ink that would persist across time loops, which they named Althyk's Blood. Xephre uses it for two things: one, to write down everything they know and learn in each iteration, and two, to count their deaths by way of tattoos on their leg.But when they finally succeeded in preventing the Calamity, they began to feel a creeping sense of wrongness. It plagued them until they went mad, died, and reawoke in the past once more. They now know that this feeling, the Dread, is caused by a "broken" timeline in which they have changed or prevented essential events.

Xephre quickly comes to see this ability as a curse, forcing them to repeat the same events over and over. They grow disillusioned, knowing what people will say to them in each conversation, how relationships will develop, who will live and who is destined to die.Sometime a few dozen loops in, Xephre makes a pact with not one, but three voidsents: sisters collectively called the Keres, taking the form of beastly birds with jagged talons, whipped tails, and gaping maws full of teeth. Waning, she of suffering and torment. Demise, she of snipped ends and fleeting moments. Remains, she of all that is left behind.Together they grant Xephre the power to smite their foes, and in exchange Xephre's soul will not return to the aetherial sea when they have completed their task. Xephre may not have mentioned in the contract that they reincarnate endlessly, though. The Keres were none too happy to find that out.Before long, word got out of an adventurer wrangling some unruly voidsents, and the Lemures swept in to find Xephre and train them properly before they caused more harm to themself and their surroundings.

Assassin's

01: Solitude

"I found a remote mountain peak in Yanxia and built a little house. And I just… lived, for a while. Hunted and foraged. Looked after my chocobo and some ducks and an aldgoat. Wrote a bit, read a bit, made things in my workshop. A simple, unhurried life."

02: Tree

I'll see you in the future when we're olderAnd we are full of stories to be toldCrossin' my heart and hope to dieI'll see you with your laughter lines

03: Nostalgia

"It was so long ago that by all rights I should have forgotten it by now, but… being here makes me ache. Like something deep inside me is trying to claw its way out."

04: Duality

Emet-Selch crosses his arms and looks at the familiar – no. He looks at this traveler through time, with their strange ears and their weary, serious expression and their eyes that are the exact same colour as Chronos’s. He looks at their soul, and he wonders: if it weren't so dim, would it look more like Chronos's, too?

05: Shadow

What if I had your heart?
What if you wore my scars?What if you told my lies?
What if I cried with your eyes?

06: Free Day

Fall into me
Everyone's broken and I've got this missing piece
Honestly
You fit me like no one
You're perfectly broken for me

07: Privacy

Xephre is rarely able to update their journals mid-loop. A life cut short renders their notes inaccessible for years, and it's hard to find time away from prying eyes. But in Anyx Trine, questions and distractions are few and far between, and they can count on the dragons to keep their journals safe.

08: Food

The stew is hearty and warm, full of complex spices they're unfamiliar with. “What's in this?”“It's a blend of spices I brought with me from the Steppe.” He takes a bite. “I don't have much left, but it's meant to be used, after all."

09: Wanderlust

Maps stretched out
Too many miles to count
Let's just say we're inches apart
And even closer at heart
And we'll be just fine

10: Reverence

I've been around the world, seven wonders, seven seas
But when all is said and done you're the only thing I see, my love
So tell me what you're looking forAnd you said
I don't need a symphony
I just want your voice and a melody

11: Ring

“Hope you can give me a bit of entertainment. After Aymeric hyped you up, it would be a shame if I got you on the floor in two minutes.”“Don’t underestimate me, little rabbit.”

12: Fresh

“Twenty-two summers? Don’t look a day over sixteen to me…"“In Eorzean Common we got ‘he’ and ‘she.’ If you're not a ‘he,’ go live in the women's barracks.”"People say we're wrong. Broken. But we don't need fixing.”

13: Autumn

"And it all changes colour like this? Every year?""Neat, right? Come on, there's a lookout point just ahead."

14: Ember

It was thousands of years ago, in their eyes. A mere twenty for him. And yet the guilt still burns in their chest, a persistent ember hidden deep down that refused to die no matter how cold their heart became.

15: AU

"Wicked White! We... have our answer.""Uh huh. Is it supposed to do that?""I'm afraid not. It's not really supposed to... glow?"[Collaboration with Rubi Aquliarion]

16: Touch

They study the scales on his jaw and the shape of his horns. They don't fully realize their hand is drifting toward his until it makes contact with his scales. He doesn't stir. They trace a ridge up his arm with a feather-light touch. Such intricate patterns…

17: Feral

They can’t feel their hands or their feet. They can’t feel anything but their pounding heart, a kick drum that envelops every part of them, that becomes them. Their vision flickers purple and black and crimson, darkness taking over their heart and body.

18: Rain/Refuge

“Do you ever think about leaving the jungle?” they ask.“Often, yes. But something keeps me here. Knowing the land, knowing the creatures and plants. I may not have a house, but I have a home – the entire jungle is my home."

19: Shatter

"Nobody wants t’see the Warrior of Light lose ’emself to their vices like some sorta common mortal, so I do it where no one can see, so they don’t have t’have their perfect dreams shattered.”

20: Free Day

All Xephre can hear is the distant, sourceless ticking that permeates Amaurot, always just arrhythmic enough to feel wrong, a broken chronometer that still believes it's working.

21: Beacon

Did you see the flares in the sky?
Were you blinded by the light?
Did you feel the smoke in your eyes, did you? Did you?Did you see the sparks, feel the hope?
You are not alone
'Cause someone's out there
Sending out flares

22: Forsake

“Hundreds… hundreds of timelines… H-hundreds of versions of y-you, of everyone, and I – I left them behind – I've s-sacrificed my friends, I've killed m-myself in front of them, I've been petty and c-cruel and evil—”

23: Euphoria

It feels like a dance sometimes, somewhere between dream and performance. A conversation. Xephre is precisely attuned to his movements, reading his attacks and slipping through his defences as though the dance was choreographed. The sting of the blade and the ache of their muscles are the backing chorus to the performance, the blood and void an ever-evolving costume.

24: Hold

Xephre falls apart in his arms and lets out every fear and frustration that’s tugged on their heart like countless fish hooks begging them to drown, drown, drown. One by one, Ardbert gently removes the hooks from their heart, and slowly they remember what it feels like to rest. To float.

25: Trail

The next voice to come to them is almost startling in its familiarity."Listen to my voice."It is both theirs and not theirs."Listen to our heartbeat."Tears spill down Xephre’s cheeks. But still they walk."I forgive you. I forgive you."They walk."I’ll love you more than you’ll ever know."And they walk.

26: Cultivate

What if we already areWho we’ve been dying to becomeIn certain light I can plainly seeA reflection of magnificenceHidden in youMaybe even in me

27: Fix

Tell me, is something wrong?
If something's wrong, you can count on me
You know I'll take my heart clean apart if it helps yours beatI just wanna build you up, build you up
Til you're good as new
And maybe one day I'll get around to fixing myself too

28: [Favourite] Job

“My soul is bound to the Keres. They lend me their strength. In return, they have a claim on my aether when I die."“And you’re… alright with that?”“Not really. But I did what I had to do.”

29: Surrender

I woke up from the same dream
Falling backwards, falling backwards
Til it turned me inside outUntil one day I had enough of this exercise of trust
I leaned in and let it hurt, let my body feel the dirt

30: Future

"Don’t let the threat of death slow you down. Let it push you forward. Live your life to the fullest – it’s yours, after all. Not mine, not Hydaelyn’s. Yours and yours alone.”

Raya

she/her | Rava Viera
Enneagram Type 9w8Sverr’s childhood best friend from their days in the jungle. The pair would play together, pretending to be heroes and adventurers.Though Raya wants to join Sverr in exploring the world, she feels tied to her family, partly through obligation and partly through love. Her mother insists that she have kits and help look after the family, both old and young. By the time Sverr is old enough to consider leaving the jungle, Raya has a young kit of her own to raise.Once Raya's son is old enough to train under a wood-warder, Raya leaves home to find adventure – and hopefully her friend.

Andre

he/him | Rava Viera
Enneagram Type 2w1Sverr’s wood-warder mentor in the jungle. A gentle, caring father figure, he accepted and nurtured Sverr in a way that helped heal many of their traumas from growing up different from their peers.Having been raising young jacks for several decades, he’s well-versed both in the ways of the jungle as well as the journey kits make as they go through puberty. He gives all of himself to his charges because their happiness is his – sometimes to his own detriment. He will rarely admit it, but Andre finds himself unbearably lonely without a charge, which is part of why he continues to train them.

Dolvar

he/him | Rava Viera
Enneagram Type 8w9One of Andre’s previous charges, Dolvar meets Sverr and Andre by chance when Sverr is twenty-one. Andre takes a softer approach to Sverr’s learning, but Dolvar challenges Sverr to step up and reach for their limits. Perhaps due to his position as a sort of upperclassman to them, he’s able to rouse their competitive spirit.Dolvar has been through the tribulations of being gay in a highly isolated society, and is able to give Sverr some advice on their confused queer feelings. Despite his confrontational nature, he’s also fiercely protective and supportive of those he loves.

Leaping Flame

she/her | Hellsguard Roegadyn
Enneagram Type 1w2Leaping Flame is one of Xephre’s first friends in Eorzea, another member of the guard they join in a small town in La Noscea. Since they’re both ostracized for not being cis, they spend a lot of time together and become very close. Exuberant and willful, Flame doesn’t put up with her peers’ snide remarks and underhanded tactics.When the captain of the guard's apparent favouritism of Xephre turns exploitative, they skip town with Flame to make their way as adventurers. They become close in the year or so before the Calamity, but upon repeated loops Xephre becomes more and more focused on solving their curse and the Calamity and subsequently smother the embers of whatever they might have had with her.

Khutu Dazkar

he/him | Xaela Au ra
Enneagram Type 6w7A fresh-faced, hapless lancer originating from the Azim Steppe, Khutu was treated unfavourably by his tribe mates and ultimately decided to travel to Eorzea to try his hand at adventuring.By the time they meet him, Xephre has already been through the Bloody Banquet and into Ishgard in previous lives. Though tired and on the verge of burning out, they still hold fast to the flame in their heart that tells them to do what's right. Despite their best attempts to keep others at arm's length, with his relentless optimism and joy, Khutu manages to cut through their constant seriousness and bring them some much-needed levity.Find out more about Khutu here.

Chronos is Xephre's unsundered Ancient self. A willful, spirited, and defiantly cheerful individual, they were seldom seen sitting still for more than a couple of moments. They met Venat on the field and invited themself to tag along with her on her expeditions for the Fourteen.Though Chronos had an apartment in Amaurot for when they needed to attend Convocation meetings or when visiting friends, they were most at home in the wilderness under the stars.Notable concepts by Chronos included the aurora, shooting stars, and cotton candy.Chronos often seemed whimsical and almost immune to criticism or admonishment. Fiercely competitive and something of a sore loser, any resistance they faced was seen as a challenge and met with a doubling down of determination.Though always eager to help those in need, be it a lifesaving feat of heroism, a menial task, or simply a shoulder to lean on and an ear to listen to one's troubles, Chronos was obstinately unwilling to examine their own shortcomings and internal thought processes, a trait that frustrated Emet-Selch beyond words, even more than their constant pranks and flights of whimsy. Though the two generally viewed each other with deep respect and great fondness, they were not always on the best of terms, and despite all of Hythlodaeus's efforts, relations were often strained, especially in the Final Days.

Hi! I'm Hexephre or Hex (they/them). Thanks for visiting my blorbo shrine!I don't roleplay, but I have a burning hyperfixation for OCs and a lot of MSQ to explore through the lens of my WoL.Xephre isn't a self insert, despite the similar names. They have that name because I started playing FFXIV without much of an idea for a character, and by the time they did become their own person, it felt weird to change it.If it isn't clear from the themes in their story, I really enjoy torturing my OCs. I thrive on fictional angst and misery... but I'm also a huge fan of catharsis, healing, and the strength that comes from the bonds between people. (I'm weak when my friends do mean things to their OCs, though.)I'm deeply inspired by and in awe of creators who make large amounts of content for their own OCs for nothing more than pure personal enjoyment. It partly makes me feel better about my own obsessions and partly makes me hopeful that I too can be like that. My efforts are first and foremost to entertain myself, but if others are also interested, that brings me a lot of joy!When I'm not scouting out gpose locations or fiddling with shaders and lighting, I'm usually raiding, working on housing, or just vining with my FC.

Where else to find me:

• Housing Projects
• tomestone.gg
• linktr.ee
• Mastodon
• Bluesky

“Let me guess – you prefer to tackle your tasks solo, but she keeps pairing you up with initiates.”“No one wants to work with me. I expect you can hazard a guess as to why.”

"Some of th'voices are my own. Tellin’ me I’m a hack, a failure. Some of ‘em are other people. Mem’ries. People who called me a freak or a monster. People who said it was my fault their house burned down af’er I dragged ’em out through the flames. People I couldn’t save. People I left b’hind…""...And three of ‘em are voidsents.”

They study the scales on his jaw and the shape of his horns. They don't fully realize their hand is drifting toward his until it makes contact with his scales. He doesn't stir. They trace a ridge up his arm with a feather-light touch. Such intricate patterns…

The stew is hearty and warm, full of complex spices they're unfamiliar with. “What's in this?”“It's a blend of spices I brought with me from the Steppe.” He takes a bite. “I don't have much left, but it's meant to be used, after all."

"Now I know it's not your usual style, but it suits you quite well! What do you think, Khutu?""I – yeah. Yes. Very much so."

They scoot over on the blanket to him – right up to him – and lean in to look from his perspective. “That one.” Their hand opens as though to pluck the stars like fruit from a tree.“...Right. I see.” He doesn't see it at all. He can't concentrate on the stars with them this close. He can feel the warmth of their skin. He can see the texture of their irises in the moonlight. He can smell their soap on them, mingling with the scent of their hair. Their face is ilms from his. He could just turn his head and…

"Uh... I thought you left.""Not without feeding you."

"⛌☐〇⛛☒...?""...What?""I think he likes you!"

“Look me in the eye and tell me you want me to leave."“...You'd be better off without me.”“That's not what I told you to say.”

“It's alright, Xeph. You're alright.”“…Sorry. I… I'm not used to this.”

And when I get lonely, I'll try to forget
But it's a strange kind of pain, love
'Cause we'll never be strangers again