Kit Laupi

Aether | Siren

• conduct.
• dossier.
• gallery.

❝  ^{_{If you grant me no other mercy, grant me this - allow me to prove I am not the monster they made me.}}

one.  ^{_{My focus is more on long term, fleshed out rp. I prefer developing both of our characters as opposed to one or the other. This of course isn't to say I won't run more one shot style roleplays.}}

two.  ^{_{I ask my partners be at least 18+. This of course goes for nsfw rp but also sfw as Kit's story deals with some topics I would not be comfortable writing with minors.}}

three.  ^{_{Please do not try to control Kit in any way! Attempting to provoke certain reactions from him in writing is okay if it makes sense in the scene but please do not go out of your way to make him do something out of character.}}

four.  ^{_{If you do happen to see me in-game, do feel free to say hi! However, please do not expect any roleplay out of me out of the gate. Chances are I am just trying to play the game.}}

five.  ^{_{I am not Kit. Please do not treat me as if I am my character as I most certainly am not. I have a very strict line between ooc and ic and will end any and all interactions if it is crossed.}}

six.  ^{_{Following on from above, while I am okay writing both romantic and sexual relationships for him, none of those apply to me. Please do not assume otherwise.}}

basics.
^{_{name:   Kit Laupi
alias:   Little Fox
age:   appears late 20s
location:   either Limsa or the Shroud}}

physical.
^{_{height:   5"10
hair color:   Red
eye color:   Red
notable features:   A body covered in scars, teeth sharper than one might imagine, and a cold disposition}}

mental.
^{_{moral alignment:   Chaotic Neutral
myers-briggs:   INTJ
temperament:   Melancholic}}

biography.
^{_{As of late, Kit has been trying to figure out what his place in Eorzea is. He knows he has no place back home, if there even is one to return to, and so he wanders. After a few years in the Shroud acclimatizing to Eorzean living, he made his way to Limsa Lominsa where he took up whatever odd jobs he could find for himself and get on his feet. Over time, Kit grew used to the behaviours of the merchants, able to mostly blend in. After all, the years he'd spent with them had been a blink to a viera.}}However, it is in the dead of night that he feels most out of place. With the dark comes the memories of being ambushed at his station outside his village, watching as his mentors were slain before his eyes while he and his brothers were dragged away by the Empire. With the witching hour comes the years of enduring torture and learning that compliance meant leniancy. Even now, he wonders how many here might possibly recognise his face and how many more would recognise his blade.