it's a wonder. . . how have you come?

perhaps one has found them lurking on the streets of ishgard, picking flowers in the shroud, or perhaps one has found them through being hunted. but if one knows this much, if one digs so deep that they are met with choice and naught else: perhaps one is meant to be here. down in the deep, dark below. that sunless sea of an abyss. for one reason or another, you seek the help of the silent order, that, or you wish to join them. and what, oh-what will it be?what will that little. insignificant. choice. be?

choose your path.

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there is wisdom in suffering. everything experienced is something to learn from, something to grow and rise against. to suffer, to feel pain; that is wisdom more than anything else in the world. it is a big mantra that the order lives by. if one has suffered greatly and yet learned nothing, they will not understand the order's purpose in great detail.

observe. speak little, for you learn more in silence than you do in noise. silence is the blade and tool of those that take in the world and react accordingly to it. to be reactionary is to have no self-control, no introspection and no thought of the bigger picture. silence will get people to talk, silence can be an answer, a question, it can serve so many purposes. such is truly a sharpened blade.

curiosity over ignorance in all things. curiosity is met with nothing else but kindness. for curiosity means a willingness to learn, a willingness to expand the horizon of a mind. there is limitless potential in what someone with curiosity can accomplish and those that are willing to live in delusional and ignorant bliss will never be rewarded in a way that's solely fulfilling for them.

where there is balance, calamity does not exist. the world teeters and shifts in astral and umbral. to balance these forces of nature and to give balance in the sense of giving, of taking, it is divine. for those that take too much must be purged, for those that give too much must be restrained. how oh-how the world is naught else but delicate in such things. such. carefully. observed. things.

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to hunt.

the hunters will not take every single request. for they are the judges, the jury, the executioners. they will take that which disrupts the balance and naught else. if one searches for a hunter for personal means, perhaps it is better to approach the hunter of your choice rather than the army as a whole.

alchemical notions.

let it be potion or poison, tincture or draught. there is no end to what such alchemists can do, what they can achieve. the sky is naught else but the limit, that and one's imagination. in collaboration with kadjaya's spirit, the alchemists in service hold all too many secrets to what one may need.

rituals.

perhaps a hint of permanency. a binding, summoning, to rip apart, to keep. in such affairs, the silent order will perform rituals; they are an important and integral part to a culture steeped in naught else but the deep dark. to rid oneself of a pact, to rid oneself of magic bindings, to give, to summon, it can all be done.

blood dolls.

better to take from the willing. should one of the night crave a hunt, crave a chase; the blood dolls of the order will give the beast precisely what they ask for. such dolls are available to covet, to sup from, all one needs is to ask.

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the nameless.

???


pronouns	he/him.
birthplace	???
age	???
race	duskwight elezen?
role	hunter / mentor.
rank	elysian / leader.

WHAT IS HE OTHER THAN A BEAST OF CREATION? he does not look like a beast. look beyond. beyond what? beyond the facade of a gentleman. i -- i don't see it. what is there to see? that is my point, child. he is incomprehensible. who is he? everyone that knows is with the gods. there is no harm in asking, right? he will tell you the same thing he tells everyone else. which is? to choose a name for him. what have you all chosen? ...the nameless. he is our leader.

Carrd

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the oracle.

itzamna iamus


pronouns	he/him.
birthplace	gelmorra
age	???
race	duskwight elezen
role	diviner / oracle.
rank	elysian.

SOMETIMES I HEAR SCREAMING IN THE NIGHT. ah, yes. the one plagued with visions. how do you mean? he bears a gift that the gods rarely give. he is chosen, then. at a great sacrifice. he is revered. like an effigy. how do you all know these visions are even real? quiet, child. he sees better than even i. ... i have watched how he writhes in pain, how he screams and screams until it is nothing more than a whimper. all from a touch. i see. to touch him is to be blessed, know that.

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the winged dagger.

nemain branos


pronouns	any/all.
birthplace	???
age	???
race	duskwight elezen?
role	right-hand of the oracle.
rank	styx.

THE ORACLE HAS A SHADOW. no, the oracle has two more eyes and a way to touch. is she not a shadow? she is more than that. all shadows do is mimic, child. she's important. more than you truly believe. sometimes i have to talk to her to get to the oracle. she's...unnerving. learn respect. she keeps all that we revere safe. i understand. how did she come to be? some say she came from the sky. some see wings on her. like she was made to soar. no one knows. no. none.

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the aether glutton.

VLONRYN ILALIFAR


pronouns	he/him.
birthplace	???
age	???
race	duskwight elezen
role	blood doll.
rank	asphodel.

HE FOUND A RARE TOME THE OTHER DAY. he has an unusual quality for finding things of note. i've noticed. it's impressive. perhaps the world is giving him his good fortune after being made into...what he is now. what is he? have you not seen his skin? no, he covers himself. tell me, do you feel tired around him? for prolonged amounts of time, certainly. why do you believe that is? i — i...why would i know that? his skin, child. he absorbs aether like it belongs to him and only him.

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the living doll.

GAULTIER GALLAGHER


pronouns	he/him.
birthplace	???
age	???
race	duskwight elezen?
role	reanimator.
rank	asphodel.

HE LOOKS LIKE PORCELAIN. most you find in the dark look like perfect imitations of said dark. what is different? no, he resembles something that isn't quite human. do any of us? plenty. he's just...so singularly minded on his goal. it's unnerving. to be dedicated to a craft is to teeter on the edge of utter insanity. is that truly what it's like? try having an ideal you desperately need to live up to. that you need to embody. put that into action. as you wish, then.

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the kiss of poison.

QAHMI'RA MHAATSE


pronouns	he/him.
birthplace	north shroud.
age	26.
race	keeper of the moon.
role	blood doll / alchemist.
rank	mourner.

HE REMINDS ME A BIT OF A SCHOLAR IN HIS INSANITY. and such is him unmasked, childe. have you spoken to him when he isn't knee deep in a book? i haven't spoken to him at all. but i see him. sometimes with a man i don't know. various men you do not know? yes. isn't it unnerving? no, such is his job. for as much of an multi-purposed man he is, he is a hunter at the core. so, he hunts? i never see him with the master. covert operations. a poisoned kiss is still poisoned, after all.

Carrd

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the pink swan.

RENNA GIDEAUX


pronouns	he/him.
birthplace	ishgard.
age	???
race	ishgardian elezen.
role	blood doll.
rank	asphodel.

HE LOOKS LIKE HE DOESN'T BELONG HERE. everyone runs from a past they no longer want. he is no different. after all, you came here for the same reason, no? of course, but...he's so docile. too naive. i don't think he's an outcast on the surface. tell me how you feel when you speak to him. enchanted. like he could kiss me and everything would be okay. is that not strange, child? you do not even know him. yeah, but, i feel like i do. you don't. understand that. you don't.

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the swallowtail.

CIREN EN-FAEA


pronouns	she/her.
birthplace	???
age	???
race	raen.
r̷̞̝̂̌̏ǫ̵͍̈́l̵͍͍̽͝e̶̲̫̟̅?̷̢̻͔̔	f̸̟͆ ̶̮̯̠̈́̿r̷̞̩͔̆̋́ ̵͖̘̹̾ẹ̶͚̆ ̷̧̓͝ȅ̵̥͝ ̸̨̨͂̃ḓ̸̭̻̆͑ ̷̘̃o̵͖͐̄͜ ̸̻̬͚̽͆m̵͓̭̌̐?̸̧͎̦̎̕
rank	mourner.

SHE SEEMS NICE. KIND. THE HEALING TYPE. and what if you found out she was the opposite? she couldn't be. no, i think there's more to her than that. then perhaps use that perception of yours to describe her properly. she flits like a butterfly, master nameless calls her 'swallowtail'. she has an allure to her. and what else, child? what else am i to say? she is naught else than a mystery and yet not. look deep in every soul, for there is an 'other'. there is no white. no black. only greys. only she, he, we, us, and them.

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