part one.

I do write some DARKER TOPICS, (i.e, graphic depictions of gore and torture if the roleplay calls for it) but I understand the concept of consent and never bring up these topics with anyone else unless they want to engage with them as well. Feel free to ask me about this if you’re genuinely interested in writing with me. I tag things as they should be tagged. I understand and respect boundaries. I only write and chat with other adults (preferably over 21). also yes, i do write with capitalization typically; this carrd is in lowercase just for aesthetic purposes.

part two.

I prefer (MULTI)PARA THREADS over one-liners and I love nice long plots! However, I also love MEMES and I am not opposed to shorter exchanges for in-between. I will only roleplay with PEOPLE I FOLLOW, but NON-MUTUALS can send in memes if they want to. Starter calls/opens are for people I follow/MUTUALS ONLY.
If you don’t have RULES ON YOUR BLOG, or if I feel like we wouldn’t get along well based on your rules, I won’t follow (back).
I ONLY ROLEPLAY WITH PEOPLE OVER THE AGE OF 18, preferably over 21, regardless of content. NSFW content might be present on this blog, tagged and/or with a warning attached.

part three.

I LOVE SHIPPING and developing all sorts of relationships, romantic or otherwise. For ships to work for me I need CHEMISTRY between the muses as well as an understanding between the WRITERS. I prefer not to write smut with anyone under the age of 21. Also, there might be suggestive or erotic content on this account.

part four.

Please leave your hate and intolerance outside. I will not accept any anon hate, ship hate, character hate (directed at myself or others!) or any other petty disagreements that end in death threats, witch hunts and other UNACCEPTABLE BEHAVIOR.

height  six fulms two ilms.blemishes  scarred eye.build  lithe ectomorph.skin  fair, pale.hair color  silver.hair style  short.eye color  glacial blue.distinguishing features  gryphonskin eyepatch.style  dark tones.

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who is he?

ㅤvesperㅤ ㅤis a reserved, seemingly mild-mannered viera on the surface. but delve deeper and you will come to find that he has quite a few tricks up his sleeve and a silver tongue that is not afraid to lash out if need be whether it's his interests being threatened or if he is bickering amidst friend or foe.over the years, vesper has built his reputation to be that of a cynical, snarky assassin of infamous proportions, so secretive is he that his identity has yet to be discovered. he wields charisma just as expertly his weapon(s) of choice. a quick-thinker, he is deceptive with a flirtatious side.having erected numerous walls around his heart of hardened stone, he is not fast to trust nor give his respect unless he deems it rightfully earned. an adapter, vesper can shift to whatever the situation calls for. it is not common knowledge what his ends are; his true intentions and motivations are always shrouded in the comfort of darkness and shadows.this viera is not easy to truly anger but if teetered over the edge, he possesses a calm wrath that would burn cities to the ground and send chills down your spine. in the criminal underworld, it is well-known amongst his few associates that he is a force to be reckoned with.following the beat of his own drum, vesper is an enigma that only the night has the privilege of understanding.

backstory.

his parents expected a female, the next matriarch for the kisne clan, not a disappointment. once vesperius'-- once known as torr-- sex presented on his thirteenth nameday, the visible and unconcealed looks of shock and dismay will never leave his mind for years to come. his parents already thought it was bad enough that he was born with a tail, a rare genetic mutation for vieras, and all it did was serve to alienate him and shun him from his peers. nevertheless but begrudgingly, he was still taught the green word and the ways of a male viera in their veena society.torr had one sole childhood friend; someone who didn't ridicule him for his differences-- another male viera who understood him to an extent. his name was mishe and the two were an inseperable pair. him and mishe would fantasize about what city life'd be like beyond the foothills of the skatay range. in their spare time, they would sometimes spend it play pretending about the outside world. mishe would soon become torr's first love, and first heartbreak.stolen kisses and sweet nothings were exchanged between the two often-- the sweet nothings being just that: nothings. but torr was none the wiser. jealousy over mishe becoming closer to the clan's most fairest female was an ugly monster waiting to rear its head at the right moment. excited to see mishe one day, torr comes across a sight he was afraid would beome reality: mishe and zhen passionately kissing underneath the light of the moon. with balled fists, torr would use his training to protect the forest for all the wrong reasons; he'd use his natural aptitude for stealth to slit zhen's throat once she had moved to the cliffside to gaze upon the cities in the distance. smug, torr would watch from the shadows how mishe's face of horror and despair would wash his features as he held a dying zhen. words were exchanged, but torr's hearing wasn't developed enough yet to make out what was being said.mishe would become a husk of his former self, reserved and cold. this eventually enraged torr after all his attempts at regaining the mishe he once knew back, and led to a confession of his first kill fueled by raw, brimming emotion. when word spread of torr's treacherous misdeed, the clan would issue his exile from the forest and vieran civilization. the last look he'd share with mishe was one where the latter's features twisted into one of unadulterated hatred.alone and on his own, torr wandered from city to city, until he stumbled upon the bustling port city that was limsa lominsa. he had taken to thievery and selling his body just to keep his belly full each day, and pickpocketing to make profit. one day however, he'd pickpocket from the wrong person. now, the leader of the rogue's guild, jacke swallow, was typically a ruthless man. but he saw the defiance in torr's eyes and the survivor's spirit he harbored. the dagger's blade would no longer touch the flesh of torr's throat, his legs no longer shaking as he collapsed down the alleyway wall that jacke had cornered him in, away from prying eyes. "come," he'd say. that was the only word torr needed to hear and heed in order for his destiny to forever change.over the coming days, torr would befriend those in the guild and get closer to jacke himself. when he explained his story-- with extreme embellishments of course -- the guild's members would choose a new city name for him. vesperius nox. vesper meant evening, which was when his life fatefully changed when his paths crossed with jacke's. nox meant night, and due to his inclination for that time of day, it was dubbed his surname.friendliness would soon give way to hostility when vesperius would break the rogue's code. "an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth," jacke would say as he gouged out the young veena's right eye because that was precisely what vesperius had done to a citizen that had slighted him on a bad day where mishe was haunting his mind. it certainly didn't help that the citizen beared a striking resemblance to his childhood crush, so much so that he was questioning if it really was him. but with no time to ponder any longer, he had to make his getaway, and thus, jacke's eyes and ears all over the city would alert him to vesperius' dire transgression. he was no longer welcome within the shadows of limsa, forcing him to move elsewhere. ul'dah, the city of commerce, would be his next stop. there, vesperius would start courtesan work to make ends meet and continue pickpocketing his way eventually into the company of the reapers' guild. drusilla would become akin to an adoptive mother to him, and then he'd begin involving himself with the criminal underworld of eorzea. he was known as a merciless assassin for hire, his title amongst the shadows being "the night terror" due to his hits usually being carried out under the veil of night.nowadays, vesperius continues killing without conscience, as he seeks ways to fill the gaping void in his heart where guilt should be.

find vesperius' hooks here.