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croa DE qinten
HIGH PRIESTESS WANDERER of realities Void Child

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A dagger ⸺ And a silk heart.

CROA DE QINTEN
high priestess wanderer of realities void child
SHORT INTRODUCTION Circe is the name she beared as what Eorzea now calls 'the Ancients'. While she is the source of Croa, she is also her. As she isn't from Etheirys, the woman left after allowing a part of her soul to be fragmented once again, so a part of her could live on in this universe. She however retuned, seeking to bring an end to her quest of specific knowledge gathering.
The Decorum
╰ Roleplaying Etiquette. [Do read carefully.]
⸺ She's in a painting, and I'm out of it
The Writer
╰ About me & my boundaries. [Respect is given].
| AGE | 21+ |
| PRONOUNS | she/her |
| TIMEZONE | GMT -4 |
| DISCORD | croa |
| REPLY SPEED | varies |

HI, I'M MEI! Blue hair, piercings and butter chicken obsessed is how I would describe myself. Of course, so much more makes me me, but on the surface, that's how I like to be known. When it comes to my online presence, I try to be as positive and supportive as I can. A little compliment goes a long way! I, however, am fairly sensitive, so please be gentle and remember I keep trying my best. I am also very busy IRL, so please do not worry if I disappear for some time. I promise I will be back.
And I make things, but she's made out of it ⸺ .
The Do's
╰ Of course.
NUMBER ONE I accept gpose collabs with mutuals I have interacted with a few times. If we did, please feel free to reach out! I'm probably too shy to do so myself. ( Or too busy. )
NUMBER TWO Feel free to reach out if you'd like to share lore stories. I love hearing about different ocs!
NUMBER THREE I am open to add different relationships to Croa's bond list. If you think it'd be interesting to muse and play barbie, I'm pretty open!
NUMBER FOUR Please be patient when it comes to my reply speed. I am a full time student and have a part time job, along with other IRL responsabilities. IRL always comes first!
NUMBER FIVE Do communicate your possible triggers before starting any kind of story tellings. While I am pretty open to multiple kind of subjects, I would prefer to exchange such important info beforehand.
The Don'ts
╰ I would rather not.
NUMBER ONE Do not try to hurt my character in any sort of story telling without my explicit consent.
NUMBER TWO Do not try to write about Croa for me, unless we are close and you have proven to understand how I write her.
NUMBER THREE Do not push any subjects or topics I have voiced being uncomfortable upon me or any kind of mutual story telling. You will be blocked.
NUMBER FOUR Do not go behind my back if you have an issue with me. I am very open to communication and admitting my mistakes.
NUMBER FIVE Please avoid mixing me and my character. I am not her and she is not me.
Never Ever
╰ Out of my sight.
NUMBER ONE Do NOT interact if you are a minor. (18+)
NUMBER TWO Do NOT interact if you are to bring racism, homophobia, transphobia or any other ignorance based hatred in my spaces.
NUMBER THREE Do NOT interact if you lewd lalafells or minors.
NUMBER FOUR Do NOT interact if you seek any erotic storytelling or RP.
NUMBER FIVE Do NOT interact if you are into erotic roleplay including animals.
TALEs of SHADE
╰ Where did the dark begin? [Where does it end?]
THE ORIGINS OF ANOTHER WORLD 【 ✧ All began during the creation of all and everything, after millennia of pure, dark, unwavering silence. It is said that it all started with a shimmering light. Weak, unstable, yet fighting on, until its unspoken goal was reached. It split, in so many smaller lights. The dark abyss that cradled it was now dazzled with an uncountable amount of stars.In each of these stars, splitting in shards, creating life. This is the story of one of these lights. The one that its inhabitants lovingly called ‘Ahurya’.【 ✧ This world all started with the birth of the beings now called ‘The Void’ and ‘The Infinity’. In their timeless birth and days of being, the entities knew their purpose was greater than simple existence. Then so started their very first creation, and their most beloved one. They gave the blue planet its first breath. In their image, they had two new beings populate the new soil. Their name later came to be known as Croa and [ REDACTED ].【 ✧ Both appeared as mere spectres, able to roam to their own volitions. As they both went separate ways, the higher beings decided that leaving them to themselves was too cruel of a fate. They decided to split them both, so they could always have a friend. Both souls were now followed by a mirror copy of themselves. They were also given names, in order for the Pure Souls to be able to grow emotional attachment towards their second half.
【 ✧ The first, Croa’s, was given the name Hope. The second, following [ REDACTED ], was called Dream. They both were kept under close observation, and the two higher beings started picking favorites over time. The Void seemed to favor the first, while the Infinity spent more time caring for the second. However, not much was or could be done to show such favoritism.【 ✧ Eventually, the entities went dormant, leaving their creation to themselves for what could be described in earth language as thousands of years. Gathering their strength, but also deciding how to bring balance to a new world.【 ✧ Waking from their slumber, the gears of creations began turning again. Their creations were separated in four steps. First, the flora. Second, the fauna. Third, the souls. Fourth, and last, the beings, originally called the Roamers.【 ✧ It is during those last steps that the Void and the Infinity began fighting. Would they go along with their first prototype, giving a complete soul a body ? Or would they split the roamers' souls in two, making two beings for the price of one, and giving them the purpose to find each other again ? The Void figured a new experiment would be better, but the Infinity refused. It believed their creations were ready to be born, once and for all, opting for the second choice, wiping away their original creations in the same breath. The only survivors were the Pure Souls, after being reunited with their other half, bringing them back to only two beings.
【 ✧ Considered unstable, Infinity decided to not give them a new vessel. This decision however, did not please the Void. Deeply attached, the Void was heartbroken, shedding its first and last tears. These pure emotions, filled with pure magick, fell upon the sacred soil of their creation.
This created a vessel, which would later be known as the entity’s messenger. Its oracle, high priestess, child and protégée. This vessel would hold the Pure Soul of Croa.【 ✧ As she would never be a roamer, the Void decided to split the Pure Soul once more, returning Hope to the form of a wisp. By Void’s decision, the vessel would never hold the past memory of its previous life, so it entrusted them to Hope, hoping to help guide the vessel through their new creation.【 ✧ Later discovering that one of the Pure Souls was back, Infinity decided to observe. Give it a chance to prove it wrong. Watching it grow into its physical vessel, the entity observed that their creation wasn’t as unstable as it once thought. Reborn from its pride, the second Pure Soul was given a vessel, this time following Infinity’s rules ; it would be split, giving both ends a vessel. Like [ REDACTED ], Dream was given flesh. It now appeared in the flesh of a white lion, now given the name ‘Tsamba’. As [ REDACTED ] was given its old memories, on the opposite of Croa, it refused becoming a protector of its planet. The role was then given to Tsamba, who was sent to look after Croa as well, in order to reunite the active vessels of the Creators.
⸺ If I die in this world
Even so very different, most, to all worlds have something in common. In order to give laws and share morals, religion is often used, sometimes even to instill fear within its followers. But what is left if the fear of the unknown isn't there to keep its people in line any longer ? A dying, melting, rotting corpse of what it once was. Ahurya's religion was never meant to scare the Roamers but to offer them a place of belonging, a place to wish and to rest, where hopes could be made into reality. But like a lot of societies, they eventually learned how to make these wishes true themselves. While the churches and temples kept some of their followers, their gods became for many an afterthought, written in tradition and habit rather than mindfulness.Child of the Creator, Croa's main found purpose was to protect her planet through oracle visions and blessings offered to her by the entities who first created her. But what purpose is there found in protecting a world that does no longer see you ? One that forget its gods ? Their power falter, for what sleep is to the Roamers, prayers are for the gods. Perhaps the world could protect itself now.The news of the death of the only other Pure Soul is the event that made her doubts explode like some cruel fireworks set in her mind. She understood that she was not truly immortal, as death could come for her as well, like some cruel joke. She understood that these thousands of years spent in worship and being messenger were taken from her, stolen. Never to be seen again. On that day, she promised to take back her power, and to not be groomed into a role that wasn't of her choosing ever again.

Who will know something of me ? ⸺ .
Endless Time
╰ Alone for eternity. [When will reprieve come?]
| Event | Story | |
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| Birth | BORN OF THE ORIGINAL CREATORS, Croa was a first attempt at a life form, along with [ REDACTED ]. Roaming for millennia, the makers of the world and planet called Ahurya decided to split both pure souls in two, offering them companionship. This is how Hope and Dream were born. Left to roam an empty space, as their creators went dormant, the split souls grew attached to one another instead of their own siblings. | |
| Death | VICTIMS OF THE GODS'S WHIMS, The four souls were effectively brought back to their original form, merged again into the very first Pure Souls. Pride of the Father, Sin of the Mother, Infinity decided it better to start anew, and not allow potentially unstable souls on their new, perfect earth. It decided however to follow its previous ways, giving the roamers a purpose by splitting once again their newly birthed souls, in order for them to find each other and become whole. | |
| Rebirth | INFURIATED, HEARTBROKEN, the Void shed its first and last tears for its first child. A single tear, made of pure emotions and raw magick would fall like a star on the sacred soils of Qinten. A vessel would be born, hair and skin like an illuminated night sky, eyes like the deep ice. Directly bonded to its Maker, the vessel would eventually go on to become its messenger, its High Priestess, its protected, hallowed child. This vessel would hold the Pure Soul of Croa, which had been once again split, in order to entrust its past memories to its other half, Hope, now reborn as a wisp. | |
| Worship | FROM ITS UNWAVERING DEVOTION, the vessel would be seen as the greater gods' oracle, blessing and sent to guide their followers. Bearing the weight of fleeting life and death, honoring cycle of mortal existence and protecting it, She would never know anything but the struggles of mankind, yet would yearn for it. Her self assigned task, only knowing how to make Mother proud, would yet not be her destiny. Thousands and thousands of years would pass before doubt instilled itself in her mind. | |
| Fear | IMMORTAL TO EPHEMERAL, the news of the death, or rather murder, of a Pure Soul, came to her ears like the wrong notes of a soft lullaby. The slow killing of a faith she gave her all to, and the proof of her own mortality, was like a knife going through her chest. Perhaps change truly was inevitable, as she always feared. Lifting her blessings of immortality upon her priestesses and guardians, time was now to get answers for herself only, and her own survival. However, the Void was not one to give freely. | |
| Wander | MOTHER, WAS THAT TRULY MY DESTINY ? Heartbroken, only to realize her bond to the one she considered a motherly figure may have not been as deep as she believed, she set herself a new purpose, in hopes to discover her very own origins, never to realize that these memories were the ones following her all along. Only during her travels and discovery of new worlds would she learned that her power lied in the balance she would find within herself. |
Masked Dossier
╰ Shrouded in shadows. [Will the light find me?]
Core Information
╰ One brings shadow, one brings light.
| NAME | Croa de Qinten | AGE | Immortal | |
| PRONOUNS | She/Her | SPECIES | Void Vessel | |
| BIRTHDATE | Unknown | OCCUPATION(S) | Courier | |
| ORIGIN | Ahurya | LOCATION | Ever Traveling. | |
| DEITY | The Creators | MTBI | ISFJ | |
| SEXUALITY | Bisexual | STATUS | Widow |
INTRODUCTION Coming back to Eorzea was a choice made after the original event of the Sundering drove her away, Croa would seek further teachings of the control of aether, as the magical energy of Etheirys was similar enough to the one created and used in her birth universe, to which she, at the moment, had no use to go back to, as her mastery of the magic form was none.She was sent back on her mission after achieving a proper control over nether magic, which was born from her Creator's emotions, mixed with creation magic. It is a dark, destructive and aggressive magic that she is partly made of, explaining a certain natural proficiency in said magic. ETHEIRYS being a lot safer for her to hide and lay low for the time being, she also took the opportunity to meet with her own shard and sharing knowledge between the both of them.

The Likes
╰ A light in darkness.
The warmth of wood fire.
The smell of old spellbooks.
Dark and quiet places.
+ DETAILS Nothing beats an evening of entertainment followed by a night of reading, learning and trying old spells. Learning different world's magic has always been an interesting way of gathering knowledge about new worlds and their magics.
The Dislikes
╰ A SCREAM IN THE ABYSS.
Other gods or deities.
Being taken for granted.
Rudeness or unfair treatment of others.
+ DETAILS Most of her dislike for other higher beings stems from her unadmitted favoritism for her creators. She believes unfair and confusing that other gods would prefer to not communicate with their creation, making her disdain most of them.
The Hobbies
╰ Keeping the mind busy.
Stargazing.
Herbal Journaling.
Trinket enchanting.
+ DETAILS Learning from her shard, she also enjoys crafting candles and incenses that she often brings on travels. She helps to sell them, but also uses them to keep creatures away, or make them peaceful.
⸺ I am lost, no one knows

Bird of a gilded cage
╰ When the abyss stares back.
| HEIGHT | 5''8 | WEIGHT | 140 lbs | |
| BUILD | Hourglass | COMPLEXION | Bluish | |
| EYES | Ice blue | HAIR | Royal blue | |
| SCARS | x | VOICECLAIM | Voiceclaim |
+ DETAILS In order to travel without attracting too many stares, Croa learned glamour magic, in order to be able to glamour the color of her blueish skin into a light golden tone.The woman has multiple tattoos of vines and leaves over her body. They act as an indicator of her control of her powers, especially when she summons her phytokinesis ; they tend to glow slightly, and even move towards the limb that is used to channel her energy.The multiple moles and other freckles on her body are actually remnants of the Void's emotional magic on her vessel. They can be sometimes seen moving, and slightly glow like a night sky if touched with bare skin or blown on.

There's no trace of my yearning ⸺ .
Stats & Proficiencies
╰ Per Aspera Ad Astra.
| HEALTH | ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ | STRENGTH | ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ |
| SPEED | ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ | DEXTERITY | ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ |
| PERCEPTION | ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ | COMBAT | ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ |
| ENERGY | ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ | COMMUNICATION | ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ |
| WISDOM | ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ | FREE CHOICE | ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ |
Enigmatic Dispositions
╰ Dum Spiro, Spero.
| STRENGTHS ⸺ Practical, Devoted, Hardworking. One can rest easy when her word is given. The woman tends to prefer organized tasks and will be your best bet at completing any of those. |
| WEAKNESSES ⸺ Traditional, Masking, Self-Neglect. Change is avoided like the plague. You would think that after thousands of years of running churches and altars, one would develop a way to express herself properly and a healthy self-care schedule. You'd be disappointed. |
Veiled Verses
╰ Whispered on thy lips. [Consume the abyss.]
THE CARDS
╰ THE HIGH PRIESTESS.

❝ A long journey awaits . Answers will be found . ❞
UPWARDS
unconscious, intuition, mystery, spirituality, higher power, inner voice . DOWNWARD
repressed intuition, hidden motives, superficiality, confusion, cognitive dissonance .
THE FLOWER
╰ NEMOPHILA.

❝ Perhaps the Gods are truly no wiser than those who crawl in the dirt . ❞
BABY BLUE EYES Known for its multiple symbolisms such as success, daintiness as well as forgiveness. It can also be seen for its symbolisms of victory, tenderness, sensitivity, harmony and trust.
A flower beautifully representing a woman's path towards forgiveness for the one she trusted, and to give said trust once more.
THE BEAST
╰ Vessel of a split soul.

❝ Beasts have always been better listeners than Roamers anyways . Sometimes I wonder why I still bother . Do you ? ❞
TSAMBA was the name given to the vessel sent to observe how the first Pure Soul survived in the new world. Fully split from the second Pure Soul, unlike Hope from Croa, the soul could keep its life within its vessel, choosing to stay by the woman's side.
It acts as its protector and best friend, confidante and anchor to reality.
⸺ There is no shame in not knowing something. The shame is in not being willing to learn. ⸺
UNCANNY .
╰ AS A FAE'S BEAUTY.

❝ I see their eyes wandering. It is as if they can smell the Ahuryan plains and meadows on my skin. ❞
A CERTAIN HYPNOTIZING feeling to her, may it be her eyes, her aura or the way she moves. As if something isn't completely right, yet you can't help noticing the red of her cheeks or the softness of her hair. Your head tells you to run, and your heart yearns for it to be towards her.
HOPE.
╰ Coursing through my veins.

❝ We may be cut from the same cloth, but I find you incredibly sassy today. ❞
A SPLIT PURE SOUL, Hope cannot wander far from her source. Her role is to be a companion, holder of memories and energies. With time and the split off of her source, she developed her own personality, while still answering the Vessel's requests. She is mostly asked to assist in magical tasks.
SOWER.
╰ Birthed by the soil.

❝ There is a pleasure in the pathless woods. ❞
BORN TO HOLD POWER , the vessel's magic of choice has been time and times again the one that allows control over the flora. Inscribed in her very skin, it is however not the only power she can wield ; knowledgeable in the Nether magic of her world, she seeks the control and understanding of Aether magic.
⸺ I am creation. Both haunted and holy. ⸺

❝ There is a lot more to learn from cutting threads than one would believe, trust me. ❞
Needlework.
╰ Precise as the fates.
EVER TRAVELING, the lady had to learn some level of needlework. Not exactly a seeker of luxuries, she still reached a certain level of sewing and embroidery skills that would let her offer her services to friends without any shame.
She finds a certain comfort in the tasks and hobbies, feeling somewhat closer to mankind by partaking in activities that can be to some, lifesaving. Rare are the clothing of hers that have been left untouched, either for fixing or personalizing.
final breath .
╰ a last hand to hold.
THROUGH HER TIME AS HIGH PRIESTESS , the vessel was groomed fill multiple roles. Known as the High Priestess of the High Gods, her role was to share the higher beings messages with the Roamers. Many of them traveled towards their final days to the church or cathedral that the vessel would reside at, in hopes to have a final exchange with their gods through the High Priestess. Lots would find comfort in their final days from the belief that they would be guided trough death by the gods themselves.

❝ If I am to be so pure, why does death's stench stalks me ? ❞
Buried Bonds
╰ Everlasting tethers. [All shall bid farewell.]
V.
╰ Late husband.
LOVE IS BLIND and often selfish. It rarely lets go when it should and forgets when memories are needed. Rare are those who can expect death, and some prefer it to other treatments. Fairy tales are rare and the ones starring two void children from different universes are even rarer.Perhaps two negatives truly could not make a positive. Death would have been preferable. The lamb and the wolf never belonged together.
T. Churlister
╰ The one who slipped away.
AS SOON AS THEIR EYES MET , she knew the black mage was going to take a bigger role in her life than she'd expect. Both travelers from other worlds, their connections could have been seen as one held by long time friends, and would become even tighter over the years spent together.
Offering the lady a job back in the days of her early wedding days, she learned more than one cooking recipe from the owner of the Silverblood guild. Nothing, however, can ever beat the man's spaghetti with meatballs in her heart.
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Dark Gallery
╰ Remnants of finality. [A lightless embrace.]






























