Rule One:I do not and will not write with anyone under the age of 21. Adult content is not required, but I do not feel comfortable interacting with anyone under that age.Rule Two:Don't be a dick. I come here to have fun, not deal with you having a bad day or a shitty personality. Treat people with respect and you will get respect. Simple.Rule Three:IC/-/OOC. I am not my character and my character is not me. Please keep this in mind. I fully believe in the difference between reality and fantasy and I expect anyone I RP with to do the same. Do not drama bleed.

Rule Four:I prefer lore-abiding characters and role play. While I don't mind stretching the lore, please don't break it.I don't play XIV to chat with Deathwing, Cloud, or run into some race from another final fantasy game. I don't Rp with canon characters. Please respect this.Rule Five.I am here for story and character development, not just a quick erp session. If that is all you want, please move along. Thank you~Rule Six. Another thing I am not here for is your politics or your soap box speeches. Please keep these to a minimum. If I get to know you, sure, maybe, but if you wanna preach go to twitter or whatever.

Writer Info.
She/Her - 34yo.
Over 20 years of RP experience
I enjoy cooking, talking about food, playing survival games and snuggling with my bratty dog.
I prefer comics over anime and I love marvel!
Lord of Mysteries is my jam right now <3Disclaimers.
My sleep schedule is an ever evolving enigma but please, if you ever see me running around, even if I don't have the rp tag, hit me up! Let's make something work!Discord.
Upon request. Mayhaps.

Awesome people

  Name    Arithea Moretti
  Age    23yo.
  Race    Miqo'te
  Gender     Female
  Sexuality     Hetero
  Marital Status     Single
  Occupation    Merchant, Sommelier, Vintner and Botanist
  Place of Origin     Southern Thanalan
  Home    Empyreum, Ishgard
  Family     Two Older Brothers

Arithea was born beneath the merciless sun of southern Thanalan, among a Seeker tribe that prized obedience above all else. As the younger daughters, she grew up under the sharp tongues, aggressive ways and jealous eyes of her older sisters; each one eager to remind her of her place.The tribe’s ways offered no escape and she knew what waited for her once she came of age; a life spent serving beneath a Nunh’s rule, her choices not her own, her spirit quietly suffocating. To Arithea, the desert was not a home but a miserable existence.By the time she was fourteen, that existence had become unbearable. When her two older brothers spoke of leaving, she didn’t hesitate to follow. Together, they fled under the cold cover of darkness as they chased a freedom none of them had ever known. The journey was merciless, but when the walls of Ul’dah rose from the horizon, shimmering like a mirage, Arithea felt a spark of hope for the future.They scraped together enough gil to buy passage to Limsa Lominsa, a place so far from the desert that even its memory felt distant. The sea breeze was strange and intoxicating, carrying with it the scent of salt and freedom. Arithea shed her tribal name and, with it, the weight of who she had been.While her brothers found work aboard a pirate ship, she began at a farmer’s stall, trading produce and learning the rhythm of city life.There, she discovered a knack for trade; a natural charm, a keen eye for value, and a quick wit that made her indispensable. Within a year, she was working for a respected merchant and discreetly selling the spoils her brothers brought home from their ventures at sea.Her growing reputation caught the attention of an Ishgardian sommelier who had settled in Limsa before the Calamity. He saw potential in the sharp-minded Miqo’te and took her under his wing. Through him, Arithea was introduced to the artistry of wine; the language of scent, taste, and patience. What began as a trade soon became a calling. The girl who once fled across deserts in search of freedom now found meaning in the delicate alchemy of flavor, transforming her life one bottle at a time.