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- My FFXIV Lala-turned Elf boi
- Cursed. Physically immortal until his time ends.
- Has an inverted!side (Alter Ego)
Usually showing a bright and docile front, Yeol is a master at putting up masks to hide his true intentions. He can be kind and empathetic when he wants to be but it's hard for his old and worn soul to always try to be genuine. The light in his eyes are dulled with age and undending pain, he just wants everything to end.
- Teal
- Reading
- Taking care of people
- Oranges, Herbs, Popotoes
- Head pats
- His Carbuncle
- Being interrupted during his spells
- Being dropped
- Being alone
- Being called a Popoto
- When cabbages are set on fire
- Smol boi (145cm), even smaller as a Lala (80cm).
- Has heterochromia where his Left eye is Teal and Right is Indigo.
- Light cream coloured hair with streaks of orange-ish Pink. Pale complexion with short droopy elf ears.
- His wrists, ankles and back are branded with the stigma of his curse (hence the long sleeves and boots, ocassional glam)
- Body is littered with old scars
Once every few hundred years, a child in the Village of Alstra will be born as an outcast. Branded from birth, they are Chosen by their God to walk the land for Eternity, forced to do their deeds and follow their orders. A curse which eats at their body, yet unwilling them to die until their role is fulfilled.
Yeol, who was chosen for this cycle, Journeys through the lands for hundreds of years, meeting new travellers who too, were chosen by "Gods" to become Heroes of Light and save the world from Darkness. And as he mingles with these Warriors of Light, someone whispers in his ears. To shed the blood of his beloved comrades and bathe the Earth with their blood. To bring Chaos and destruction to their world so the Dark can take over.
On one of his Cycles, he meets a certain Dark Knight. Nox, he says his name is. They travel together, share memories, good and bad (But never the darkest)- until Yeol was forced to kill him. The only person he'd ever come to truly love.
The cruel God once said, the only way for him to die was to be killed by the hands of his beloved.
Slowly spiralling into despair, his mask starts to crack as he borders on the brink of insanity.
Small, innocent and caring was only a shell of what he used to be, but no longer is.
Stripped of his freedom, his self worth, his Light, he now only yearns for death.
