Toului-Yisan Himaa

Schrödinger's Nekomata

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This will eventually be a section for images featuring both Toului and Yisan, and will encompass a majority of our art and posework.

If there's NSFW stuff, the link to the buttonless subsection containing that will be here as well.

Here's a few quick prompts to help spark inspiration for approaching us or coming up with plotlines, if you so desire.

OOC Approaches: Send one of us a tell if we're in the area! Even if we're not currently RP-ready, we can arrange a time to be so.

Mist Residents: Toului and Yisan have been in and out of the Faewood consistently for some time, and can be recognized.

Limsa Lominsa: The twins have been seeking rival dancer troupes to cause trouble for arrange dance-offs with to prove their worth. They have run afoul of -many- near-eastern dancers with their overzealous advances.

Dancers: The twins primarily dance with ribbons which appear like some kind of metallic foil and hang with unnatural lightness in the air, scribing elegant geometry with their streamers. The edges of the ribbons are razer sharp, and yet they dance with them fearlessly. Though they seem to have picked up dancing with chakram and ring blades by coincidence, their styles are notably different from near-eastern steps.

Ul'dah: The twins visited Ul'dah briefly to arrange an audience with the dancers there and their heartthrob Guillaunaux. They have not returned to Ul'dah since.

Xaela: The twins are known across the Steppe as ritualists and dancers who perform for the victor tribe of the Naadam on request. Otherwise, visits are considered a luxury good obtained via trade and good relations with the Himaa. Outside of the Naadam, they are mostly harmless. During the Naadam, they are given a well-earned wide berth as they luxuriate in their rivers of fools' blood.

Himaa: Other Himaa know these two in more depth. Please message us in-game for more specific, potentially spoilery information.

Aether-Sighted: The twins appear as dual sapphires; Yisan like blood, Toului like azure. Both are lit by some inner light. Their aether mimics their bodies perfectly instead of in formless mass; if they can see nothing else, they can still see the twins exactly as they physically appear, albeit monochromatic in their respective colors. When they dance, the brightest glows come from their ribbons, which appear like constellations.

Nothing here yet :( Sorry!

This will eventually be a section for short stories and little fanfictions, or renditions of particularly influential stories that feature Toului and Yisan, like a blog!

OOC INFO

Hi! Thanks for taking the time to check out our card.

We're a pair of WoW refugees seeking new horizons and story comrades.

We seek to write good stories of any kind which fit the cohesive narrative.

These characters are designed to be inseparable. While we don't ourselves apply tags to our RP (RP is RP, regardless of type) we encourage coauthors to remember; these sisters do EVERYTHING together. It is wise to treat them as one unit.

We are open to all RP, including dark themes.

We remind coauthors that our characters' views and ours do not match.

While we welcome IC drama, as conflict makes stories, we strictly remind coauthors that we are here instead of on WoW because we have -no- desire for OOC drama of any flavor.

Toului's Writer: I am new to RP in Final Fantasy 14, but I was a veryyyy dedicated rper in the VII Universe once upon a time. If I mess up on lore, feel free to gently correct. I'm always up to learning!

Yisan's Writer: Before 6/20/2020, I hadn't touched a Final Fantasy game, -ever-. Nevertheless, Coronavirus has afforded me the chance to learn a fair bit of lore. If I make an active mistake, feel free to correct me!

We generally attempt to abide by the established theme of the Final Fantasy XIV universe, using lore as inspiration and justification. We're willing to bend to make stories work, but never outright break.

SUMMARY

  • Name: Toului/Yisan

  • Nickname: N/A

  • Race: Au Ra

  • Clan: Xaela

  • Tribe: Himaa

  • Height: ~5'2"

  • Weight: 102 /99 Ponze

  • Hair: Predominantly Blue, Red Highlights/Predominantly Red, Blue Highlights

  • Eyes: Heterochromatic: R:Blue, L:Red, L:Blue Limbral Ring, R:Red Limbral Ring

  • Sex: Female

  • Age: Pre-30's

  • Renown: Dance, Song, Music

  • Nameday: Third Sun of the Fifth Astral Moon

  • Patron: Nhaama, the Dusk Mother


(My lost kitten... are you far from home? Have you reached the end of your line?
My, perhaps it isn't just a matter of distance... no, it's a matter of time.)

So I saw a little cat on my way by the steppe-gate:

A lucky glimpse of black, which I could not ignore.

With a round face, a bowtie... and how many tails?

Surely two, like the stories from nekomata lore.

No others seemed to sense it; its presence was subtle.

It passed right through the columns like nothing was there.

But, without a control, an experiment fails...

Soon, a gap opened up and it vanished to the air.

(Here, there is a world yet only seen by the physicists and the magicians.)

(A world of flawless truth, of boundless scope, of pure intuitions.)

(And here, there is a world yet only seen by the physicists and the magicians.)

(We are the observers now, but what would it take to switch our positions?)

Schrödinger, Schrödinger, what would you say?

Spirits may live, just as long as we observe.

Our world would choose yet to seal them away.

How could this be anything a kitten could deserve?

Schrödinger, Schrödinger, what would you think?

Our fantastic specimens are heavily in strife.

Ignorance killed them, betrayed their instinct.

It's our curiosity that brings them all to life.

I saw a funny thing floating out on the river:

A tattered piece of cloth, all washed up by the rain.

Its dye in the water was trailing behind,

Where the once-striking pattern looked only like a stain.

The sights you see beyond are the remnants of something;

The prints they leave behind, ever hard to discern.

If the cat was the dye... if I touched it, would I...?

Let's be careful with wet paint, 'cause soon we're gonna learn.

(Here, there is a world yet only seen by the physicists and the magicians.)

(A world of flawless truth, of boundless scope, of pure intuitions.)

(And here, there is a world yet only seen by the physicists and the magicians.)

(We are the observers now, but what would it take to switch our positions?)

Schrödinger, Schrödinger, what would you say?

Spirits may live, just as long as we observe.

Our world would choose yet to seal them away.

How could this be anything a kitten could deserve?

Schrödinger, Schrödinger, what would you think?

Our fantastic specimens are heavily in strife.

Ignorance killed them, betrayed their instinct.

It's our curiosity that brings them all to life.

So deep behind the curtains and into the shadows

Are hundreds that we've heard of, and myriads more.

For the tales of the old are the fears of the young,

As our fear pulls us forward, we venture to explore.

The key that holds the truth is the eye that observes it,

That chooses one of two truths to be reconciled.

So we won't close our eyes, and she won't have our tongue.

Let her out of the bag now, and back into the wild.

(My lost kitten... are you far from home? Have you reached the end of your line?

My, perhaps it isn't just a matter of distance... no, it's a matter of time.)

Adapted from Lyrica Live's lyrics to "シュレディンガーの化猫", "Schrodinger's Bakeneko".
Parody is used for flavor, not profit.

"Her creed is mirth, but her blood is war. Violence is the nature of every creature of the Steppe. True Xaela do not revel in this, but they certainly do not deny it. Do not dig too deep past the topsoil of Mania, lest you regret what you find."

Yisan of the Himaa; Xaela, Warrior of the Steppe; perfect and permanent counterpart to her sister dear, rarely ever found beyond a few yalms away, and never so geographically independent as to be beyond the reach of a yell. To accept one is to welcome the other, as this matching set can only be seperated at the peril of the fool who attempts it.

The Steppe is the battleground where real wars are fought; the conflicts and drama of outsiders viewed as secondary skirmishes which style themselves in mockery of true conquest. The denizens of the world are easily entertained and easy entertainment; she consistently exploits their pliability to assist her sister in turning a coin or job or simply to play the heartstrings of outsiders to a dance or tune or game which strikes her fancy.

Her history in the Steppe is ephemeral and changed on a whim; the only constants being her identity as a Himaa and Xaela and her devotion to her twin. Either the two consistently lie about their past, or they reveal only relevant, fleeting parts which exist completely separately from each other and seem like unrelated fibs.

Yisan is ceaselessly overdramatic and conducts herself gaily near-universally. She has little shame in her and her sister's conduct and tends to completely shatter and dance on the concept of societal norms or boundaries, with some major, notable exceptions. She possesses nearly no shame and either does not realize that they oft play the court fools or simply does not care.

Yisan stands diminutive at four fulms and eight inches, shorter than all but the most monstrously undernourished of female Au Ra. Her figure is slight and petite, true to the nature of life in the Steppe, though her career path does at least round out her lean form with muscle.

Along with her sister, Yisan's flesh is golden and her hair is firey. Where her sister's primary chroma revolves around blues with honorary hints of red, she herself has obnoxiously dyed bloody locks with honorary hints of blue.

Though their heterochromia perfectly mirrors each others', her limbral ring is a neon red and on her left eye, whereas her sister Toului's is an aetheric blue and is on her right.

She takes pride in the lustrous obsidian scales of her birthright and keeps them polished to a mirror-like shine. On occasion, she tastes the air with pale, serpentine tongue.

Her usual attire is something which complements her figure and preferably contrasts or mimics her twin.

Nothing here yet :( Sorry!

This will eventually be a section for short stories and little fanfictions, or renditions of particularly influential stories that predominately feature Yisan, like a blog!

TOULUI
Observable Features:

A few things a character would notice about the blue-haired twin.

BODY: Tului stands as both mirror and contrast to her sister. She is a few shades darker in skin tone, though she will give a different story to each asker as to if it is natural or manufactured. Her body is the well-toned grace of a dancer, with the muscles of a fighter rippling under smooth skin.

HAIR: Her hair is predominantly dark blue with a red matching her sister's at the tips. She always bears some form of ribbon, feather, or beads in her hair, depending on their mood and performances for the day.

EYES: Identical to her sister, she bears one blue eye and one red; however, the limbral ring is blue on the blue eye.

CLOTHING: ((Same as character model when RP tag is active!)) As both a dancer and fighter, Tului wears clothes that are loose and easy to move in. She prefers clothes that best show off their dancing forms and bodies. She tends to always wear something that will mimic or compliment her twin.

OBSERVABLE PERSONALITY: If your character has reason to have observed the Twins a while, they would notice Tului is confident, with the natural grace of one not shy with strangers. She has no concept of boundaries and is unapologetic in their antics. -- She is also the one who watches more and speaks less in unfamiliar situations. Though it does not seem to be of shyness by any means...

"No no. It is not the mirror's fault if you dislike what you see reflected back at you!"

Public Aliases: "The Blue Moon," "Little Mirror."

Toului is "the mirror," named both as a twin and her quick talent for mimicry in voice and gesture.

She is also the more 'reflective' of the twins. The crystal to her sister's fire. The storm that follows the whirling front winds. -- Though it does not temper her own capricious nature in the least, aside from being less verbal when the pair is not playing word games and dramatic tellings. When she reveals the intellect and cunning behind the mirth, it is difficult to tell if the act of court fools is truly ignorance or more calculated.

Anyone familiar with the Himaa clan members of the Steppes knows her wrath is rare and fearsome. Where her sister excels at making blood flow, Toului is the one who observes and predicts where to lay the cuts most effectively- word, act, and combat. It is her tactics that helped the twins survive far larger rivals, starvation, and other harsh realities of the steppes.

Toului treats the world outside the steppes as a type of game. To her, the visitors to her world are so varied, easily entertained or intimidated by their antics... and often gullible. It is not unusual for her to try to turn a quick coin or work opportunity with a witty game of hers.

She never seems to give the same answer to personal questions twice, unless it suits her. And almost always with a dramatic flair that hints at deft elaborations. The only one she seems to answer without some fanciful elaboration is her twin. She is quick to tease, but only quick to apologize to her twin - though if they are both sincere or simply toying with their audience is anyone's guess.