"It's hard to forget the past when it's writen all over your body*
INTRO
The blood clings to you, I've learned. all those little choices, and all of those lives. you cannot quantify the guilt; and no matter how the years yawn on, you cannot wash it off. It clings to you. It clings.
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| Name Lilith Marx | Age 24 |
| Pronouns she | her (cis woman) | Height 147.32cm (4'10) |
| Race Au Ra | Xaela | Birthplace Azim Steppe |
| Occupation Astrologian | Maelstrom Lieutenant | Alignment Chaotic Neutral |
| MBTI ESFP-T | Language: Xaelan | Eorzean (very thick accent) |
BIOGRAPHY
They call me a curse in a pretty shape; slow burn, sharp smile, the kind of grief you can kiss.Lilith Marx is a woman made of a thousand sharp edges and even sharper teeth. She learned early that softness is a liability in a world that takes without asking — and in a world like that, you either take, or you are taken from. It is a lesson the Steppe teaches every child eventually, but it found her sooner and crueler than most.She washed up in Eorzea the way driftwood does — battered, directionless, and entirely at the mercy of the current. The ship that carried her over the Ruby Sea deposited her in Limsa Lominsa, a city of salt and noise and strangers, and it took less than a day for that city to test her. One fight which she never says over what, and it hardly matters — left her bleeding in a cell, waiting to learn what a foreign port does with a woman who has nothing left to lose. What it did was make her an offer. A fighter like her, she was told, would serve well on Captain Flint's squad. It was not really a choice. Exiles rarely get those.So they trained her. Broke down whatever softness the Steppe hadn't already burned out of her and built something leaner and colder in its place — an elite assassin, precise and obedient, a weapon with a woman's face. She told herself the name she wore now, Lilith Marx, belonged to that weapon and not to Narantuya Dorthal, and for a while the distinction let her sleep at night. She became, by every measure Flint cared about, almost perfect.Almost was not good enough for him. When the opportunity came to push her further — to make of her something even less human — he did not hesitate to hand her over. The astrologians took her as their subject, their test case for how far a person could be driven past their own limits and still be made to function, still be made to obey. They tore her open along seams she hadn't known existed and threaded the stars through what was left. She survived it, because she has always survived things, but survival and wholeness were never the same promise. What emerged from that process was not mutilated in any way anyone could see. It was simply, finally, complete in the way Flint had always wanted: no gaps left for softness to slip back through.Now she is the perfect killing machine. The perfect Hound.
the lamb
the executioner
the scapegoat
the hurricane
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| Sweets, like an ungodly amount of sweets. Like, it will kill a man. |
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| Small talk / waking up before noon / reading |
| 18+ only. I prefer to write mature themes. Minors, please do not interact. |
| IC ≠ OOC. What my muse says or does does not reflect me as the writer. Separate the two. |
| Relationships. I'm engaged irl and not interested in anything beyond friendships OOC. I'm a monoshipper but happy to do AU/Multiverse content. I prefer all rp to be story driven, I'm down to clown for erp if it has a reason. Please don't try to make me do porn for the sake of porn it will be left on read eventually for several months. |
| No godmodding. Don’t control my character, rewrite my actions, or assume relationships without discussion. |
| RP Preference Discord is my mode to go, but I can meet up in game just for ease and accessibility. I write multi-paragraph and while I would prefer the same back, as long as you put effort into the post. We'll vibe! |
| Triggering content is tagged. I tag common triggers as "cw: ___". Let me know if you need anything tagged. I really value safety and comfort with rp, and I value communication. Let's all be grownups and have a talk especially when it comes to boundaries. |
| Slow replies. I run on vibes and real-life energy. No pressure, no rush. And I expect the same energy back. |
| Chemistry over plotting. Pre-established plots are welcome, but I love seeing where natural interaction leads. |
| Respect boundaries. IC angst is welcome, OOC toxicity is not. If you're here to cause drama, keep scrolling. |
| Don't be transphobic, racist, homophobic, misogynistic. Just respect your fellow fucking human and we'll be chill. |
☆In Reverse, You Were All My Symmetry> Those who are: Astrologians, Researchers, Powerful folks who can tame magicks
Lilith is an experiment of astrologians to further the limitations of being able to LB3 by reversing time and bring back the dead. She is currently searching for someone who is able to help her adjust to her new way of living and powers.
☆I am Thick Tar on the Inside Burning
> Those who are: From the Steppe, Dorthal Tribe, Trade(s) with the XaelasWould know Lilith as the Cursed Child of Nhaama, or the Dusk Child. One of the few born with the Beast but able to control it, Lilith has fought for survival in the Steppes for as long as she can remember. Most fear her and would know her true name Narantuya Dorthal.
☆ If My Fate is A Bad Collision
> Those who: In the Grand Companies, especially the Maelstrom, Underground ocsLilith works as a Lieutenant in the Maelstrom, officially on paper at least. She's an elite assassin for one such Captain Flint squad and hunts whoever he commands her too. From the yokai, to the underground to some no-name hero in her Handler's way. She will find you.
COULD BE YOU
COULD BE YOU
COULD BE YOU
COULD BE YOU
