Haku Devore

Haku came from an old band of pirates and lived as the captain of the group when they disbanded. Never would they consider themselves as budget bandits. They worked as friends that held onto their past and created a network of mercenaries that worked to make a living. Clearly they were not at home on the seas as much as they wanted, but they still indulged in their fun and regarded Haku as someone they respected very much. The history of their endeavors was forgotten from all of Lominsan history, but it still lived on fresh and rich of the times they spent together.

As many know, the idea of pirates faded fast when the new admiral took their place, drastically changing the course of history. Though the reminder that they existed was plastered all across the city state, the culture, the lives lost, the sea wolves connotation on Limsa's proud flag.

Haku spent his entire life living as they did on the lowest of the low and growing into great riches in days that they scored more than they asked for. The cheap booze and drugs, the respect and the sex, it was all he knew and continued to know everyday. He was just as much blessed by the goddess of navigation, Llymlaen as any other native in La Noscea.
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Currently, he recites the same routine and cycle, going through jobs and earning enough gil to make it through day to day life. His personality comes through as flirtatious and confident even if his intentions are empty. He is never one to be weary when it comes to the idea of new connections and is willing to build a network.

On the basis of romance, Haku is generally a poly person, but can settle for a mono relationship depending on his partner's preference. He is odd and not used to relationships, having had more flings and hookups more than anything. However, through a perilous amount of effort, emotion and breakthrough, he found himself wandering into the arms of a kitsune man by the name of Elijah Roseblood. Though he had never had the luxury of being cared for and still has moments of fear due to his lifestyle, he opted to do his best to find comfort in the arms of another.

Age: 26
Race: Hyur
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Pansexual
Server: Faerie
Likes: Booze, flirting, drugs, sex, jobs in clubs, good company
Dislikes: Ul'dah, betrayal, tea
Current Occupation Outside of Lore: Courtesan (Roses - Siren, Phoenix Rising - Midgard)

Hello! Preference for writing partners is 18+ please! I am open to all types of rp, including erp. I am down to write in game or through discord at Haku Devore#2858. I love making character connections/RP connections and writing with new people, so please don't hesitate to ask me about one. I am typically down to write any time of the day that I am on or throughout the day, preference towards the afternoon into the evening on discord. If you have any questions please ask!

Paw and Tail -

"Personally, I tend to tuck myself away in public, observing, not approaching if I'm off duty. Though, I will socialize as much as possible if I'm needing to make connections and such. When it's not part of a duty, I just.. keep to myself unless I'm needed. I do my part and wander from place once more. I've traveled and stumbled through many lands and cities, helped and disappeared again.

I found myself at this bar one night, employed by Hroth, a small little place with an inviting and friendly atmosphere. I had a good friend of mine accompany me in, she was always one for curiosity of the sort of odd spots I throw myself in. Mind you, this was the first time I had ever found myself in this particular bar. I wore a red jacket and my favorite pair of boots. Something elegant perhaps.. We sought out a spot above the bar, a modest table with two chairs on either side. We had full view of the Hroth bard, rather dashing in the way he played classical music.

My friend took her leave after her interest diminished, leaving me to enjoy the company of the place. The bartender eventually approached me on his own, sat with me and we spoke for quite some time. Stories upon stories that man had, pocket jokes and comments on my handsome self or lovely attire. I humbled him as well, the banter was nice, those moments. His idea on death and the meaning of his name,

I felt close for that one night I spent talking and ignoring the rest of the noise. Those sort of interactions are the ones I crave and indulge in the most. To feel close for a moment knowing it is fleeting, I... I never forget."

Bara Brews -

"9pm it opened its doors, a tavern new and welcoming. Bara and Brews it was called, a roe themed spot. As always I dragged myself to another place in hopes of company, perhaps inspiration. I decided on a typical bar outfit to fit with the theme they had going for them. A white t-shirt, rather modest for my tastes, but I donned pants that split an open section at the tops of my thighs.

I was greeted rather pleasantly when I walked through those doors, gentle roe in all their glory, the smell of authentic booze and cedar wood. The building had two areas to offer, a lounge spot upstairs and the tavern/bar space down a floor. The lounge was empty for the most part, a space set off for those that needed a moment to themselves, though I met a wandering figure there once or twice, curious as I was.

I spent most of the night down in the tavern, tables filling the room and a bard playing for entertainment. There I met a kind fellow, Su'en..? Was it? Forgive my memory. A hyur who seemed to fill the space with a warm tone, I enjoyed it, it made it easier to get settled in I suppose. Called us all of us who wandered through "friend". He sat next to me when I first arrived, enjoying the music and the people that would slowly trickle in.

Soon, a hroth made an appearance, sitting off at a table by himself. Curious fellow indeed.. I commented, bold as I was and Su'en and I soon found ourselves at that table. Idle conversation here and there but that Hroth had seen years of travel and had set his eyes on the way I seemed to not shy away from forwardness. When our friend Su'en seemed to take his leave, that man pushed as much as he could towards me, comments and behavior I had seen far too many times.

Though, I was looking for company, wasn't I? Could you blame me for adding to his desires? Absolutely sinful talk that I cherished, drowned in the music, lost in the sea of voices of the increasing capacity. Heh, that man wanted me under the table and I, I ordered a shot."

Beehive -

Eulmore was a fantastical place, a pompous city built on the foundation of carnival games. Though it had been liberated some time ago, it still shared its reputation, the marble floors and velvet tones, the rose petals that adorned the aetheryte. Such extravagant sights were to behold in Eulmore and though the walls of the once controlled city had begun to crumble, the clubs of the people of Norvrandt held onto their foolish pride and packages of desire. Beehive did its best to hold onto the primal savage need of lust and entertainment, cushioned between pink benches and soft bodies.

One notable job I took had to be back at the Beehive, a tucked away club in the heart of Eulmore's finest. I was hired as a temporary dancer as odd as it sounds. Though bartending was something offered, I chose to go the other route for means of connections beyond words shared across a glass of liquor. Drunks and casual drinkers share the most information by loose tongue, but those filled with desire, curiosity and lust are more easygoing than one might guess. I learned just how easy it is to play a role of innocence and cater to those lonely and looking for company. Nowadays I find myself wandering back into Beehive, the atmosphere is something I enjoy rather fondly. Though I highly doubt anyone would recognize me from the days I spent on their stage and pole.

White Willow -

Another night off from the fame and shame of Eulmore. I traveled back with haste, tired and worn from the non-stop banter of the patrons of Beehive. I seemed to wander for what seemed like ages down the alleyways of Limsa that I knew well enough, past drunken men and lonely women. It was only until the 5th or 6th door that I truly realized how late it was, nothing was open, my throat was parched and my body ached. I was still a bit boozed up, the liquor that they provided over there was far more luxurious than anything I could have found at Drowning Wench with their chaotic mix of alcohol.

I was surprised to see a light in the distance but didn't bother to read the sign, I was curious but found adventure in the mystery. As soon as I propped the door open, a soft jingle could be heard, alerting whoever was there that I wandered off into the place. Though I was immediately met with the warm smell of fresh bread and pastries of sorts, a bakery...? In all my time, I'd yet to find a bakery in Limsa of all places that opened so late at night. Though, in the state I was in, I'd throw my gil at any place.

The interior was decorated with earthy tones and the lighting was gentle to the eyes. There was a register towards the front of the room and downstairs seemed to be the bakery part of it. I wandered down, noticing no patrons or voices for that matter, just the sounds of a soothing fire and the slightest bit of noise off to the end of the room. There stood a miqo'te, tanned with brown hair and an apron. His expression seemed warm and kind, almost as inviting as the scenery itself. I felt entirely out of place, clad in my jacket and leather boots, hair disheveled and lips clearly dry and begging for nourishment.

I was surprised to find that he didn't speak a word, mute in fact. His method of communication came from a tomestone, odd but something I wouldn't judge as I've seen plenty of more odd things in my lifetime. I ordered off the menu and enjoyed myself in the silence. At times I was bothered by him, welcome company mind you. We spoke on where I had come from, odds and ends. It was a gentle encounter and definitely one I would never forget. How lovely the arms of a humble bakery felt against the rough thrash of my lifestyle, incomparable.

Full Moon -

It had been promised to me that the evening would be quiet, solitude and a nice glass of whiskey to soothe the nerves. Though I was roped into the opposite, an eager party goer of a friend had begged me, his pleas for me to join him at some club. Full Moon? Who knows, the names of such places all begin to blur into each other in the end. Though I had distaste for wanting to breech into my promised evening, I showed up anyway.

Coming straight from Limsa, I hadn't bothered to change, wearing my usual strapped black pants and the captain hat I enjoy rather fondly. The minute I entered, the lights had blinded me, the room felt like it was closing in on me with the narrow halls that led into a wider room that was filled to the brim. I suppose there was an odd sort of western theme that was going on and clearly I was under dressed. Upon sighting my friend, I offered a casual wave, alerting him that I was there for company and nothing more, considering he was quite handsy.

The loud blaring music seemed to over take most of everything. The walls were a bluish hue, the floors taking on the same color. I hadn't a moment to join in on the dancing when I was poked on the shoulder by a Roedagyn man, a fellow of mine who I used to be acquainted with. He flashed a toothy grin, his dancing bulk of a body served as the main entertainment. I could see a few miqo'te women at the bar, gossiping among each other, whispering who might approach him first. He greeted me with open arms, nearly crushing me in a squeeze, his details of his new job and his enthusiasm upon sighting me, a good man.

When we finished our spiel about our work, I found myself an empty space on the floor, adding to the dancing facade of sweaty bodies, though my mind was elsewhere. I hadn't even noticed when another Midlander walked past me and took up a spot in front of me, his lips curving into a warm smile. I remember thinking, 'Oh boy..' knowing I'd be picked apart, probably another hookup I'd imagine. Still, I humored him as he shouted over the music, politely asking to dance. After all, I was going to be there for a minute longer, I found no harm in the notion. Our bodies moved in sync, inching closer by the minute with the blast of the music to set the pace.

At times our hands wandered nearer but remained modest. He slewed out a series of flattery, the cute and suggestive kind that filled my head to the point that I didn't notice when the room became empty, a worker stopping to beckon us outside due to the amount of people that were attending. I followed the man outside and noticed him a bit better in the natural lighting. His hair was bright red, he wore black that only accentuated the rest of him, fox ears and all. I offered a curious grin and humored him some more, finding a spot in the shade to sit at and breathe after nearly suffocating in the circus of western lads that circulated us moments before. Such a coy man, his hand rested on my thigh, suggesting if I wanted it to be more it could. I started to chuckle at that, he was so sweet and flirty moments before, I couldn't bring myself to just indulge in him there but I saw the look in his eyes, his interest.

The crowd never stopped growing, our voices would drown once more in the sea of people. So we took towards a stone path that led down to a dock of sorts, a beach with a wooden deck that had chairs and an umbrella, a calmer space to shelter us from the noise. It seemed like we spoke for hours, bouncing off of our interests and lives until.. we shared a small kiss, a shy bout that came from the pent up flirtatious remarks that just needed a physical presence. Our curious smiles and enjoyment rang through, ending with an invite to his home. How cautious it might of been, a night over at another man's home, alone. I wonder, does the imagination really do justice?

ERP hell hole kink link: (https://i.imgur.com/lbMxYHT.png)

Biggest kinks: Sadomasochism on either side, rope/general bondage.

Haku works at Roses located at Siren/Aether as well as Phoenix Rising at Midgardsormr. His rates are usually 200k, can opt for oneshots, etc. Though I may just erp for the hell of it off the clock, don't be afraid to ask!

No lalas, but any other race is welcome regardless of gender for nsfw interactions. Haku is switch so he can play pretty much most roles but I would give the kinklist a look!

(See Gallery link in Home for nsfw pictures)

Name: Aphe Galen
Gender: Male
Age: 24
Birthday: 28th Sun of the 6th Astral Moon
Race and Clan: Viera/Miqo'te, Seeker of the Sun
Sexuality: Gay
Height: 5'2
Distinguishing Marks: No clan markings, beauty marks under left eye and right side of his bottom lip. Right ear has a small chip in it from when he was a child.
Voice: Although mute, the few times he's tried to talk his voice was soft spoken, gentle, and very soothing.
Quirks: Ear twitches when embarrassed or agitated, tail wags when happy.

Terms of Meeting: Met in the bakery White Willow that Aphe is employed at. Haku offers his hand in taking up a shift after a strenuous job in return for free food and coffee. Thus resulting in a growing friendship and a place of comfort despite the wariness Haku has towards comfort.

Connection Type: Friends with Benefits.

Summary: Aphe had worked under White Willow for as long as it had been established, dedicated to his duties and always efficient as the owner of the bakery was not always present. Welcoming all who entered with a warm smile and open arms, the Miqo'te grew fond of the business, curious by nature. Blending right into the woody tones and verdant growth, Aphe was a kind soul, approachable. One particular night had wafted the smells of the fresh pastries and brewed teas and coffees into the streets of Limsa, catching Haku by surprise. In a moment of hunger and desperation, he entered the oddity, finding both friendly company and a bite to eat. The subtle conversation had formed a bridge into a temporary job, one that would allow him to have a meal in exchange for a few hours worked. As the days passed, Haku found his weary soul in and out of the building, for company more than meals. It became a place of solace, a shelter to rest his head and speak his tales and Aphe was none the more inviting.

Gallery Link: http://devoregallery.carrd.co

Link to Carrd: TBA

Capt's Log Reference: White Willow

Name: Haru Blackwell
Gender: Male
Age: 27
Birthday: 22nd Sun of the 2nd Astral Moon
Race and Clan: Hyur, Midlander
Sexuality: Bisexual
Height: 5’ 11”
Distinguishing Marks: A scar over his right eye, one across the bridge of his nose, and another on his left side of his lip. He’s not sure how they got there.
Voice: Abrasive and unwavering. Tends to cut corners when speaking.
Quirks: Awkwardness towards most things.

Terms of Meeting: Fist fight at Beehive that forced the two to work together to recuperate what was damaged and lost. Thus creating a frictional bond that will soon develop into something greater than the two could imagine.

Connection Type: Rival/Love-Hate (?) It's.. Complicated.

Summary: Haru was a hot headed man full of unresolved trauma that stemmed from the calamity. At times his resolve wavers, leading him to solve his pain with a overboard amount of alcohol to muffle out the unbearable pain. He stumbled into the pompous halls of Eulmore's Beehive, seeking an audience with a couple bottles of liquor and a hazy attitude. One drink became many and in a drunken state, he picked a fight with the nearest person, alerting the entirety of the club of his disarray. Finding amusement in the manner, Haku was an established dancer for the night and took to the floor, clashing fists and throwing flirtatious insults that only led to a heat of the moment realization that Haru was just using Haku for his own frustration. Near death, the two ended the night in a short coma, recovering and making up for lost time that only paved their paths to align again. Haku having fashioned a bartending job straight out of recovery and Haru having to pay for damages in work, the two found themselves in their presence once more, brandishing their own flavors of development.

Gallery Link: http://devoregallery.carrd.co

Link to Carrd: https://harublackwell.carrd.co/

Name: Elijah Roseblood
Gender: Male
Age: 23
Birthday: 28th Sun of the 3rd Astral Moon
Race and Clan: Hyur/Kitsune, Midlander/???
Sexuality: Pansexual
Height: 6'0"
Distinguishing Marks: His ears, striking red hair, loving eyes, long nails, and his fanged smile.
Voice: Soft and smooth. Comes with the confidence in his facts.
Quirks: A stutter that emerges in things that fluster him/Spontaneous comments.

Terms of Meeting: Picked from the western themed crowd of Full Moon, a dance partner, a flirtatious remark and an earful of a night spent delving into each other's personalities.

Connection Type: Love Interest

Summary: Elijah Roseblood, a traveling apothecary, had been dragged back into the clutches of vice at the request of his friends. Finding himself at a newly established venue, he found an empty spot in the dance floor among the sea of cowboys in all their western themed attire. He stuck out among the rest, wearing a casual outfit that did no justice to the theme the rest of the club had offered. Haku was just in front of him, finding himself in an awkward position of his own casual attire not fitting in the slightest bit. A few flirtatious remarks had landed the attention of the curious captain. Indulging the other in his company and conversation. Finding the blast of the party overwhelming, the two found a place to relax by the sea, entranced by each other's words. From that moment on, Haku's better part of him grew in curiosity, delving deeper into the way the kitsune was while also learning things about himself. Through effort and time, tears and sweat, he found comfort in his company and surrendered himself to the eventual need of care and love that only Elijah could ever provide.

Gallery Link: http://devoregallery.carrd.co

Link to Carrd: TBA

Capt's Log Reference: Full Moon