CARRD IS A WORK IN PROGESS :3cOh, it's him. Arms crossed, one propped, tapping his cheek as he laughs. A measure of thought between each beat. A wince here, an ear flutter here, a tail swing there. Unimposing. He hasn't noticed you?Well, normal enough, then. You step up to booth, introducing yourself. The merchant smiles and retrieves your goods. While she leaves, he offers a small wave after her, hoisting three or four crates up to his chest. He laughs a goodbye. Calm stride, you notice. Erratic tail, but sure footing.He's like a passing ghost, here in Ishgard. Quite at home, considering this place filled with ghosts already—and more to come, you imagine, overhearing their conversation about war collateral. You set your coin on the table, and turn to your pouch to look for tax. Damn, always rising...But It's sudden, the force behind you. When you look over your shoulder, it's him. His hair obscures his eyes, messy, and he has that shitty laugh of a smile on again. You feel the ghost of his hand on your back, and you're ready to kill, but he mutters a sorry for almost losing his feet. He's set a pouch on the stand in front of you and the keep. "Almost forgot. Here. Thanks for listening."The merchant stares after halfheartedly, but it's one of those looks peppered with bemusement, or playful disdain. The pouch clacks against wood as she slides it toward her. Then she looks at you, and says, "it's covered," with a full smile. And he's gone as quickly as he arrived.Maybe it pisses you off and you insist on paying out of your own pocket, or maybe you take it in stride. Either way, when you see him again, and again, and again, it's with the street-kids one day and royalty another.So, you forget about him. You pay no attention to their building, to the arriving dragons, to his figure dragging himself to the Cathedral, bloodied, in the night.Because, you'd rather not chase after ghosts— right?
WHAT'S HIS DEAL?
work in progress :3cIntent doesn't change the color of blood, and that's alright. He becomes an active player.
personality
surface level
Easygoing, perceptive, but capricious in his decisions. New friends may find him charming and easy, or rude and flippant; maybe not someone who applies himself, or someone who applies himself too much, depending on the time and place. People either think they know him intimately, or they find him hard to understand. They usually know him just enough.Paying attention will show a more attentive, decisive, and surprisingly firm side, underneath the jokes and passing conversations.
“Why!?” Soleil yells, "Running after him like that was so...!" She has a gash on her face, not unlike the one she healed many years ago during the war, though this one is more misaligned; jagged, deeper. Still oozing.The memory pulses and dips, detailing events previously wiped clean on his slate. Frey thinks he sees her, piercing through the center mass, bloody and wretched. He couldn't remember clearly. What a gamble. Maybe that’s why he felt prickly all over – just adrenaline.“I don’t know,” Frey mutters, flexing one hand. Soleil moves to wrap it. “Guess I had something left to say.”
deep level
Activated. He's drawn toward high-octane situations that wipe his thoughts, favoring movement and unburdened expression. This is where he could be seen as capricious: it's a sudden and inexplicable decision, to throw himself in the center of it all. Control masquerading as nonchalance.Knowledge of his history, his body, his relationships, make it a little bit clearer. He's not a martyr, but he believes his threshold is higher than others. It's rational, he's thinking of the people who would miss him, and that's why he's in the center of the issue. For most of his life, he wasn't.His brother would call him arrogant, but be next to him. His sister wouldn't be. His father would've caused the issue in the first place.If you want to know something, you might not learn if you ask the first, second, or third time, but you might learn if you watch. Granted, it may be difficult to catch him before he goes on his way, but he may make it a little easier on you if he knows. Just be earnest.
writing
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