Ameh'ya Muna

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Physical Appearance

AETHER       Ameh’ya is proficient in Fire and Wind aether. Often utilizing the both of them in order to shoot the fire from his fans and make them into unique shapes. After his right eye became the void eye, he also has the ability to use Darkness aether, but it is unstable and tends to come out when in distress or when Eros lends their power to him.

VOICE CLAIM       Ameh’ya voice has a cadence of airyness and a cute charm to it. A voice filled with a carefree attitude despite his personality not really reflecting that.

SCENT       Cherry blossoms. He always has more floral scents and cherry blossoms are the most common ones you will smell on him.

APPEARANCE     Ameh’ya cares very deeply about his appearance, making sure he looks his best at all times. His body is lean and muscled with very little scars around it. He has two mirrored tribe tattoos on either side of his face next to his eyes and a small heart birthmark on his upper left cheek. He has one main scar going down his right eye. He’s taller than the average miqo’te, coming at 5’10” / 177 cm.
As a dancer, his outfits are normally very flashy, elegant, and tend to show a lot of skin. With breathable and vibrant fabrics adorned with jewels. He accompanies it with beautiful gold jewelry he will wear all over his body, letting it connect and drape around his torso and neck, paired with bracelets on his wrists and ankles. Due to his void eye, he also wears a veil that covers the right side of his face with a near sheer fabric. His outfits allow for flawless movement while dancing and keep him from overheating in the Radz-at-Han weather.Due to the void corruption from the incident at Radz-at-Han, Ameh’ya’s right eye has become what is called a void eye. The iris is white with the pupil an off white and a thin slit. Surrounding it is a very dark near black sclera. The other eye is a rich blue color.

SPECIAL ARMORED HEELS     During combat or when traveling on a mission, Ameh’ya wears specially made thigh-high armored heels. They are imbued with special aether and can conduct it as well making it easy to implement aether into his kicks. The aether imbued in them was made specifically to make the armor extremely lightweight while still being strong enough to withstand blows, so Ameh’ya can be swift on his feet while also being protected. The aether within them also helps negate any damage they may occur to Ameh’ya’s legs from high falls, and ensures he always lands on his feet.

OLD EYE COLOR     Before the incident that changed his right eye to the void eye, his right eye was a soft lavender color.

KITTEN     Ameh’ya acts very cat-like, more than normal miqo’tes.

A fiery pink Miqo'te with a body to match. Flirtatious and a glutton for attention, using their looks to obtain anything from clothing to riches, even forbidden secrets. tends to follow the beat of his own drum just to see where it may lead him, even if it might be his own demise.Unlike most normal miqo’te, this one thrives on the attention it gets from those around them. They crave the sultry looks of desire from his audience, a need for words of admiration and praise. He knows how his beauty turns heads which fuels him to continue using it for his own gain. He loves to flirt with the patrons he dances for, loves seeing that desperate look in their eyes wanting to do more with the pink Miqo’te than allowed.Without an ample amount of this attention, this kitty can become a bit needy. That doesn’t mean he always needs attention though, as in recent years he began valuing his alone time just as much. It was a breath of fresh air for him, but it made him miss the stage and the patrons as well.He tends to be a more gentle person. Sure his flirting and powers that could manipulate people may seem harsh or forced, but he’s not normally a physically forceful person. Fighting is a different story as he occasionally likes to spar and keep his skills sharp. He’s more of a lover than a fighter but that doesn’t mean he’s a pushover in a battle.Being a brat is just how he is. He will follow rules, but not without challenging himself, others around him, or both to make things more interesting and fun for him. He doesn’t always like to admit how submissive he can get depending on the circumstances.

Vices

DANCING     If there is anything Ameh’ya loves more than anything, it is dancing. Dancing is a form of relaxation, discipline, and stress reliever for the miqo’te. He is able to practice dancing for long periods of time but knows not to overdo it for when he next takes the stage. It is even incorporated in his fighting style.

Gallery

Hooks

  I. Private dancer

+ REQUIREMENTS: 21+ for possible NSFW themes.

You heard a rumor from the other patrons as you grabbed your drink, one about the main attraction tonight, aptly named Cherry Blossom. A calling card stamped with a beautiful glossy design of a blooming cherry blossom, if given, invites you to a more 'private' show with this star. Your mind wanders as the performance plays out, and as you come to you notice something in front of you; a calling card. The pink Miqo'te winks at you as he walks past. On the back is an address and some handwriting that reads: "See you soon."With one more swig of your drink, you take off, the address your compass.

  II. Whispered Secrets

+ REQUIREMENTS: None.

This dancer can do more for you than entertain you with their body, someone tells you. If there's information you're searching for, this certain pink Miqo'te may just have what you need. Catch him after a performance or after hours and tell him the phrase; "There is only one Queen of the Night."He will respond in kind, finishing the phrase with; "And she sits amongst the stars." Keep in mind, this type of work doesn't come cheap.

  III. Fiery Spirit

+ REQUIREMENTS: None.

Want to have a little sparring match with this feisty feline? He can never back down from a good challenge, just make sure you give it your all.

About me

Allowed

✓ Feel free to contact me by sending a tell in FFXIV or a DM on Discord if you are interested in meeting my characters and roleplaying with me. Please preface why you are contacting me, as I don’t normally accept out of the blue messages that are just ‘hi!’ or something like that. Respect my rules and wishes, and things should be good between us.

Prohibited

✗ Don’t disregard my ground rules or any other wishes of mine. I will not tolerate anyone who won’t read them and abide by them as they are for my own safety and the safety of my rp partners. If you can’t do this, then don’t even bother trying to contact me.

Connections

Eros Mahalat • Voidsent • Tethered | Frenemie

"What do you want now?"

CARRD       During an incident where voidsent had stormed the city, the miqo’te’s right eye was injured and corrupted by the darkness from a voidsent lord. That voidsent lord was Eros Mahalat. Now the miqo’te was a tether for them to come easily and stay within the Source. Ameh’ya hated the voidsent lord at first, cursing them for altering his eye forever. Though as time went on, the hatred faded and was slowly being replaced with complacency. He accepted the fact that the voidsent was attached to him now, and even was able to utilize Eros’ power in some situations. They tend to bicker from time to time.

Tristan Geigher • Elezen • Friend

"Hello Tristan! How’s the Ishgardian weather?"

CARRD       Ameh’ya met Tristan during a mission the Inquisitor was on to dispatch a troublesome voidsent, which turned out to be Eros. He was questioned for a while before being teleported back home by Eros. The elezen turned up again, this time at Radz-at-Han in a private room made for private shows with the dancers to glean more information from Ameh’ya about Eros. When he was convinced to travel to Ishgard to work with Tristan more, he got to learn a bit more about Tristan and Eros. To the miqo’te, Tristan is a well put together guy with a level head, and had been nice to Ameh’ya since their second meeting.

Percival Grimholt • Viera • Acquaintance

"Ah, Inquisitor Grimholt, thank you for trying."

CARRD       These two haven’t had many opportunities to get to know each other better. They met under the circumstances of Ameh’ya becoming a second tether to another voidsent lord, Aurumvorax, and needed a skilled healer to heal his ailments and hopefully banish the voidsent. When that didn’t work, they decided to band together to find a solution. Ameh’ya is surprised at how different Percival was compared to Tristan, thinking all Inquisitors of the Holy See were the same. He admires the viera’s high intelligence and persistence when it comes to his tomes.

Aurumvorax • Voidsent • Complicated

"Oh… my new shadow…"

CARRD       Being a tether for one voidsent lord was already a complicated situation, but having another one tether to him created a whole mess for him and his friends. His experiences with Aurumvorax have been varied to a wild degree; from being taken prisoner to being praised and showered with extravagant gifts. He was even able to share an intimate dance with the Lord of Shadows. All of it has made his mind scramble. They were technically the enemy of himself and his friends… but there was something that drew him closer to the voidsent. Made him crave them more. Whether it was some form of Stockholm Syndrome or if there is truly something forming between the two of them, Ameh’ya needed more time for his mind to comprehend it all.

Abilities

Fan Chakrams (Main Arm)

DESCRIPTION       His trusty chakrams made to look like dancing folding fans. They're made of Ruthenium, making them extremely sharp and conduct aether well. Ameh'ya is able to tether his aether to his chakrams so he can control them better while they're in the air.

Void Eye

DESCRIPTION       During an incident at Radz-at-Han, Ameh'ya's right eye was injured by Eros, causing it to be corrupted by darkness. He became partially blinded in his void eye, he can see nothing but a black and purple void. Within that void though, he could see faint outlines of objects and people, and the gathered aether within living beings. Slowly he began being able to use darkness-aspected aether, though using it is currently unstable for him and only comes to the surface during moments of distress. The void eye can cause Ameh’ya to have chronic pain in that eye, and on some occasions the pain can also indicate nearby voidsents.

Pink Flames

DESCRIPTION       Ameh'ya is able to manipulate fire aether to be pink in color, and exhibit different shapes (mainly flowers). When Eros lends their power to him, the flames turn black and made of darkness/void.

Menphina's Kiss

DESCRIPTION       A mixture of Menphina's blessing and wind aether manipulation allows Ameh'ya to create a fairly translucent shimmering pink smoke that has the ability to manipulate anyone who intakes it. People who intake the smoke become more susceptible to influence by Ameh'ya and will do almost anything for him. The smoke will smell like the favorite smell of whoever ingests it. Currently the smoke can only come out of Ameh'ya's mouth and nose, and he can control when to use it at will.

Healing Melody

DESCRIPTION       He also has slight healing abilities. The healing manifests itself as a soft glowing light that wraps around wounds. The light can have small decorative patterns made of light as well; such as flower petals or music notes. Soft music can sometimes be heard from the light.

History

It began with a small tribe of Miqo’te, barely ten, mostly adults with only a couple of children among them living on a canopy covered land in Kugane. One of those children stood out from the rest of them; bright pink hair and features that didn’t match with the rest, with a love for moving their body. Dancing was a passion at a young age. An early memory of seeing the dancers performing for the satrap at Radz-at-Han sparked this curiosity.Those dreams had to wait as the tribe focused on their work duties. The small pink Miqo’te was in charge of the garden; planting crops and going out of their way to plant beautiful flowers around the land. His favorite spot to plant them was under the giant cherry blossom tree that provided shelter to their little abode. It was there where he practiced dancing; every day and night until his body hurt. Even then he would continue until he perfected it.Once that pink Miqo’te became a young adult, they decided to leave to explore the world.These travels allowed him to show off what he learned from dancing, even learning some new tricks from dancers in other regions. During these travels he also used his looks and abilities to get his way; food, shelter, or even luxuries like clothing and jewelry. Anything to make the trips survivable.He eventually started using these dancing jobs to find out more about the people around him, the things hidden in the shadows. He became flawless in gathering information from clients, some that even the darkest of people shouldn't know. Some he sold, some he kept to himself.He ended up making his way to the place where his passion for dancing began; Radz-at-Han. He decided to make it an extended stay when he was offered a spot as a main dancer. Everything was great for him.That is, until the evening that changed everything.

The night was young and Mehryde’s Meyhane was filled to the brim with patrons waiting to see the performance of the well-beloved dancer they called “Cherry Blossom”. They described him as a Miqo’te with beautiful long pink hair, gorgeous muscular lean body, piercing blue and lavender eyes that bore right into someone’s soul if they could, and a whisper so sensual it makes even the most stubborn patrons fall victim to its influence.Lights fall onto the stage as the curtains pull back to reveal the dancers; the one the patrons hoped to see standing front and center wearing the uniquely revealing clothes Thavnair dancers had tailor made for them by only the finest weavers in Ilsabard. The light caught onto the beautiful jewelry dancing along the light skin of the Blossom attracting even more attention to themselves. They moved with such grace and fluidity it was like watching water itself flow across the stage. He eventually hopped down to weave through the tables, dancing close to the audience, letting an easy breath out as thin, almost sparkly, pink smoke poured from his mouth. It made the patrons swoon as he passed by, udderly intoxicated as they ingested it.The audience and the dancers alike were entertained to their heart's content that night. The festivities distract everyone from the rumbling coming from outside. A Hrothgar clad in armor burst into Mehryde’s Meyhane in a panic.“Voidsent have storm-!”Voidsents descended into the bar, killing the Hrothgar in the way. Patrons scrambled from their tables to retreat. The dancers, including Ameh’ya, were able to escape through the stage doors. Breaking away from the group, Ameh’ya passed by the Artha as a giant group of Voidsent led by a big blue voidsent smashed through the ceiling knocking the Miqo’te back. While the surrounding guards warned Ameh’ya to stay back and get to safety, he only smirked as he readied his chakrams.“And miss this fun~? I don’t think so.”The voidsent spared no time executing the guards that dared rush towards them. Their hand raised up to point at the pink miqo’te, their minions rushing towards him. Ameh’ya took the opportunity to land several blows to the lord’s defences as the voidsents reeled back and fell down. Several more warriors like him stepped up to help, to which the Miqo’te thanked them. As the new group briefed Ameh’ya with what was going on, the large voidsent lord quickly approached and rushed the group with a shadowed scythe swipe. Ameh’ya noticed this in time and jumped in front of them, activating his Shield Samba to protect them all. The lord’s scythe was too powerful for the shield and it shattered, the blade of it slicing Ameh’ya vertically across his right eye and knocking him far past the group. In retaliation, he threw his chakrams with so much fiery power behind them, they sliced part of the voidsent lord’s scales, enough to take a small chunk off. The voidsent lord only stared at the miqo’te in pain until black flames began to surround them, teleporting away before others could retaliate. Though it decided to leave a small present for the pink one.As the Miqo’te clutched his right eye in pain, the darkness left behind from the voidsent lord creeped into his damaged eye without him noticing. The astrologian of the group comes to his aid, but he passes out before they reach him.Hours later, he woke up in his rented room, noticing his right eye was wrapped with bandages. He sat up to find a healer next to him reading a tome. They noticed he had awoken and set their tome down.“What happened…?”The healer gave him a look teetering on grim and weariness. All he did was hand Ameh’ya a mirror as they undid the bandage around his eye and head. What he saw horrified him.His right eye completely changed; the iris and pupil white and clouded, blind he thought, but the rest of the eyeball was black as the night. His eye was corrupted by darkness.He became partially blinded in this eye, all he could see was nothing but a black and purple void. But within the void, he could see faint outlines of objects and people, and the gathered aether within living beings.The healer gave him but a brief explanation of his condition:The Void Eye.

As his void eye sits dormant within his skull, the influence of its corruption slowly took over Ameh'ya's body. It caused the man to experience chronic pain from time to time since the incident, pain he can feel throughout his whole head. He sat in front of his vanity, his tiny apartment dark only the lights from the vanity and the moonlight shining through his window illuminating the place, just staring at his right eye. How could he go out like this? Having his loving patrons see him like this? His beauty was tarnished. An ugly monster. His elbows would touch the vanity table as he put his face in his hands, a small sob escaping his lips.”Poor flower, wilting right before my eyes.”The miqo’te’s eyes shot open as he quickly lifted his head, seeing a big figure obscured by the darkness standing just behind him. With a swift and fluid motion, he pushed out of his chair knocking it to the ground, grabbed one of his Ruthenium fan chakrams from his waist and unfolded it, the blades mere ilms from the figure’s throat. The figure didn’t flinch or move once. A toothy smile appeared on their lips.”Oh dear, no need for the hostilities, hm? I won’t bite. Promise.”The figure moved their face closer, letting the edges of the fan blades touch their neck, the light from the vanity finally revealing who they were. Ameh’ya’s face and ears dropped at the sight. The voidsent from that incident at Radz-at-Han. The one that ruined his right eye. Why was it here…? Their icy blue eyes bore right through him, sending shivers down his spine, but he pushed through the feeling. Their eyes weren’t caked in hostility, no, they were more… curious. Intrigued by the miqo’te perhaps? He only gripped the fan tighter.”Those are strong words for a monster that ruined my face. What are you even doing here in my abode? A beast like you should be rotting in the Void where you be-”Before Ameh’ya could finish his sentence, his throat was grabbed as he was forcibly shoved backwards until his backside hit the vanity, shattering the glass and some of the lights. The limited light shadowing the voidsent’s face, which was more serious now. It was getting harder to breathe as the hand around his throat tightened just slightly, enough that a small amount of air could still slip through. They were positioned in between the smaller man’s legs. The voidsent moved their face closer to the miqo’te’s right ear, their voice deep with a faint echo.”Be careful with your words, my little cvijet, lest you tempt this beast to do more than just talk.”It was an empty threat, not one the voidsent was going to follow through on as they still had plans with the smaller man, but the reaction they got was one they didn’t expect. Arousal. The pink miqo’te could barely breathe, and yet his eyes were dilating and his body seeked out to be in contact with the other’s. A small whine escaping their lips. Interesting.”Sounds like you would enjoy that. Is that what you truly desire? A monster to ravish you until you forget your own name?”Only a small nod from Ameh’ya. The creature contemplated it for a moment.“Nice try.”The voidsent let go of the miqo’te’s neck, a gasp coming from the smaller man. They backed away to examine the panting mess in front of them. Maybe another time.“It was a pleasure meeting you properly, cvijet, till next we speak.”With that said, black flames surround the voidsent lord as they teleport away, leaving the pink miqo’te alone in his tiny apartment to figure out what just happened to him.

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