A'TARI
♡ NIM

Maid Cleaning Service

Sweep & Polish ∙ Lavendrie ∙ Housekeeping
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Out of sight, out of mind!

Name  ♡  A'tari Nim
of the Windrunner Antelope
Age  ♡  Late 20's
Gender  ♡  Female she/her
Race  ♡  Seeker of the Sun
Orientation  ♡  Pansexual, poly
Origin  ♡  Western La Noscea
Height  ♡  4 fulms 9 ilms

Likes  ♡  Pranks & mischief, the natural world, star-gazing, collecting secrets, lying, the art of theatre which she would argue this scheme is.Disikes  ♡  Serious topics, the spotlight, sweet foods — but it's hard to tell. She smiles for everything.

THE MAID.  An all-star housekeeper: cleaning, culinary, catering, you name it! Insufferably erudite and courteous, A'tari makes a prim and professional centrepiece for any upstanding home.

THE MISCHIEF.  An impish prankster who finds joy in harmlessly terrorising strangers. Rest assured, her white lies and vexatious questions are meant to be an ice breaker. This has earned her many friends!   That was also a lie.

THE MURK.  A shadow with no contours. She keeps others at the bay of her silhouette. See no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil.

MISLEADING “MAID SERVICE”.  A'tari's services are a front. She does the bare minimum (if anything at all) while she luxuriates in the lounge, steals pretty things, and ambiently disrespects the rich patron who paid for her work. Then she makes off into the night, well aware she's a one-and-done. She is capable of doing her job in earnest, but convincing her to do so once you chase her down is another matter entirely.

THE UNWANTED GUEST.  One of her favorite activities is people-watching. She thins her aether so that she's rendered practically invisible while she snoops in on the conversations of others. Even in this aether-thinned state however, those with aethersense or similar capabilities would notice a weirdly person-shaped presence in an oddly cast shadow. At least if proximity isn't an option, she has a keen sense of hearing that's perfect for unapologetic eavesdropping.

A LITTLE WHITE LIE.  She's a practiced pokerface, keeping others at arms length through a mix of humorous deflection, aggressive nosiness, and outright dishonesty. Her story will change often between different conversational partners; the truth can be gleaned in the shadows cast by white lies.

YOUR SECRET ADMIRER.  Have you been loudly complaining in public about something lately? Perhaps you need new socks because yours are full of holes. Perhaps you've been hunting the Exchange for a certain spice, but you've yet to find it. The next time you visit your favourite third space, you may find that what you needed was miraculously slipped onto your person, with naught but card signed by “A Stranger”. That Seeker who clumsily bumped into you is a likely candidate...

A'tari has a natural talent for manipulating wind-aspected aether and the following skills:

  • Invisibility via thinning her aether to a non-visible density at will.

  • Sound manipulation via auditory illusion magicks.

  • Targeted whispers — see above.

  • Uncanny vocal mimicry partly through magic, partly from practice.

  • Silent steps as the ability to thin ones' aetherial density comes in handy, still.

  • Survivalism, being raised a huntress.

  • Reading, as a bored adult.

  • Costuming, as a promiscuous adult.

  • Social camouflage because it's all made up, and thereby easy to replicate.

Still, she struggles with these things, and could use some help...

  • Using technology — yes, even the linkpearl!

  • Gambling or rather, knowing when to quit asking for a hit.

  • Political intricacies and the grace with which to understand the ever-changing popular opinion.

  • Performing which is different to lying.

  • Emotional vulnerability. Good luck.

“All words are approximations of the truth, and therefore lies. Know that any truths you glean are tricks of the light. Shed them once you leave this place, and you will be freed from the mortals shackles of right and wrong — for these are solely the domain of Her Radiance, the Warden.”

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This too will change when the whim takes me.
You should return here when you least expect me, and tell me what you think.
— A'tari Nim

NO THANKS.  Purely IC bigotry can be interesting when written realistically, but writers who are racist, sexist, ableist, MAGA, transphobic, homophobic, or Zionist OOC need not apply.

21+.  I only want to write with other players who are 21+, and with characters who are 18+ (that have 21+ year old writers!)

LIGHT.  I can turn it “off”, but please be discreet. I won't respond to reckless tells.

SCENE LENGTH.  I have a soft limit of 3-4 hours before I start needing a break. It can help to pause long scenes and come back another day.

POST LENGTH.  I don't have a hard limit, but with new contacts, I prefer a limit of 2-3 posts per reply.

LORE.  While A'tari herself is a strictly lore-abiding character, I consider myself a fairly lore-flexible player. As long as your lore is in dialogue with the worldbuilding of Final Fantasy XIV and Eorzea, I'm happy.

ON THE TIME BUBBLE.  I can play loosely with our nebulous timeline, but please know that in A'tari's true backstory, the 7th Umbral Calamity definitely occurred more than 5 years ago at this point.

COMBAT.  I prefer not to write fight RP with strangers unless I've registered for an event around that theme. Surprise combat will trigger A'tari to safely disengage IC.

MATURE RP.  If we have good chemistry in a normal scene, then feel free to ask!

WE ARE PEOPLE FIRST.  You aren't entitled to my time or attention, and I'm not entitled to yours! I roleplay for fun and I'm not always in the mood to write.I have no tolerance for players who get upset that I'm not writing a scene with them or replying in a timely manner. Just because I'm busy with other players doesn't mean I don't like writing with you.That said — not all writers are compatible, and I may ask candidly to stop writing with each other because of that. Be aware of this possibility before you approach me.Real life will always come first for me and I won't be offended if you need to poof.

There will be a GPOSE gallery here at some point, trust.

I'm Binah they/she/he a 25+ year old writer living in the UK (GMT).

I've been roleplaying for over a decade now. I've specifically RPed in the FFXIV community for 6 years.

I enjoy telling character-driven stories about people trying to find their way in the world amid psychological struggles and systemic pressures. I also enjoy being a silly little creature who writes things for the whimsy of it.

If I have my RP tag on, feel free to walk-up with an opener! Otherwise, send a tell if you want to set up a scene.