Sovoix

Daimaire

de la Veauxlant

⟡ Crystal ⟡ Balmung ⟡ Est ⟡

Dossier

The Rise and Fall of a Scorned Rose

Call me Sovoix Daimaire de la Veauxlant- yes, really!

Crystal ⟡ Balmung
Age ⟡ 24 Summers
ID ⟡ Genderfluid (Any)
Orientation ⟡ Men
Job ⟡ Pianist (Former)
Role ⟡ Red Mage
Residence ⟡ Ishgard

⟡ - Likes

Deep blue. Afternoon tea, made from only the finest ingredients. Billowing, ruffled clothes. Elegance, opulence, melodrama. Fairy-tales. Theater. Twists and turns. Classical music. Dolls. Gardens, perfumes. Whispers of noble scandals. The new moon. Ignorance. Punishment. Retribution. Spectacle.

Dislikes - ⟡

Wealth without taste. Bland food. Injustice. Boring stories. Improper manners. Being spoken down to. They adore to be the heart of a rumor, but only if they approve of the narrative. Stagnation. Those without ambition. Taking the high road. Words left unsaid. Mercy. Forgiveness. Truth.

⟡ Synopsis

ACT I. A starry-eyed ingenue arrives in Ishgard, the dazzling life of their dreams almost within reach. Renamed, redressed, and remade entirely new, Sovoix's days as the high pianist of House Veauxlant were hardly meant to last.
ACT II. Fear evokes the worst in us. To escape their waking nightmare, Sovoix sacrifices it all. One rash choice coaxing another, they stray down a path of forbidden magic, forsaken morality, and self-decreed justice.
ACT III. Bearing newfound harmony between black and white, Sovoix walks the crimson path with one foot in reality, and the other in hand-spun fantasy. Wearing their scorn with pride, they lead the Order of the Knights of the Withered Rose, delivering salvation unto the weak as they see fit.

---- "Stop, stop, stop! Is that the best you can do?! I shan't allow any further dallying on this pitiful rendition of my symphony of sorrow. How mundane, how dull, how wretchedly plain! Why, you've skipped all the best parts! If you so dare to tell my story, to bear witness to unfathomable misery, shy not from the woe! We'll draw the curtains where my life begins- my first fated step beyond the Gates of Judgement, whereupon I was reborn within the embrace of House Veauxlant, in fabulous, opulent Ishgard~! Now then, cue the music!"

A Roaring Symphony of Lavish Misery:

The Life and Times of

⟡ Sovoix Veauxlant! ⟡

-- "How they adored me!"

Aspiring socialite Sovoix was taken in by the failing House Veauxlant upon their arrival to Ishgard. A minor house with wealth beyond taste, and few remaining members due to the incompetence of the dynasty- they saw potential in his musical talent.

-- "Center stage, that's right! I was their doll, their prodigy, their rising star!"

Shallow party after shallow party, the cracks in the fantasy reveal as master of the house Alseaux Veauxlant's true nature began to show. A bitter, frivolous, rotten man, with no aspirations beyond his next source of pleasure. A disgrace to the legacy and reputation of his lineage, and with whom it would die.

-- "..."

And yet, the show goes on.
Like a puppet on a string, a marionette of his own making. Fragile, and resolved to live on in misery-- knowing his other option was to live as no one at all. When all is said and done, high society obeys its nature, finding entertainment in naught but each other's sorrow. That is to say, of course, that rumor spread.

-- "When the laughter and whispers grow too heavy to bear, you know where to find me."

Desperate girl, what a fool you've made of yourself.

-- "Settle down now! I'll make no further comment on the scandal of it all! Don't you see my tears- my agony, my grief? Have you no dignity, harassing the mourning like this? What horror, to return to my charge and find naught but maggots writhing through their bodies! To see their faces contorted in disgust and betrayal, the stench of rot threatening to drag me down with them! I- I know naught of a will, I was visiting family, I swear by the Fury! Surely you can find someone more compelling to blame than... me?"

The following sections are still under construction.

Equilibrium in All Things

this is the part where i talk about how they got really into black magic as a means of self defense but then they started playing self-offense vigilante justice town of salem with ishgard. ok and then they got into white magic and chilled out a bit.

Order of the Wilted Rose

ok and here i will eventually talk abt their unemployed chuuni truth. sorry. their truth as the head of the order of knights of the wilted rose (there is no one else in the order). i wish i could say they were more normal as a red mage. i can't lie 2 u. not on a carrd. i couldnt.

Out of Character

⟡ Luka ⟡ 25 ⟡ He/Him ⟡

yes i do wear moi meme moitie how did u knowi'm also an artist + musician who really likes sci-fi and horror.you can find me on bksy @catalytics, in-game, or message me for my discord. if you'd like to find more of my characters, here's the full page.even if characters don't align, i love chatting and meeting other players.

Hooks

⟡ Thrills and Frills ⟡

"Care to join me for a spot of high tea~?"Who could deny a bit of afternoon indulgence? Come dressed to impress- snack on sweets and treats while pouring over the latest gossip. Speak, mock, and giggle freely, for the parlor curtains will shield you two from consequence- hopefully.

⟡ Knight, I beseech thee! ⟡

"Blade of justice, guide my hand~!"A damsel in distress, their shining knight emerging at the final hour- but who will play who? Whether you stumble upon the Withered Rose in more trouble than they can handle, or find yourself indebted to the Order remains to be seen. One thing is certain- the bards shall sing of your tale for eons to come!

⟡ All the world a Masquerade ⟡

"Waltz with me, to the melody of mystery~!"Don the mask, and take to the floor of a ball! It matters not how you acquired your invitation to such an event- shed who you were, and grow tangled up in intrigue, suspense, and politics! With naught but each other's eyes to reveal your true identities, find harmony- or discordance in each other's rhythm. Bathed in the light of the moon, twirl on beneath the chandeliers.