A ghost by name,
not reputation
Cicyphine de l'Abîme
At a Glance
Name: Cicyphine de l'Abîme
Age: 24? (circa ARR)
Gender: Woman; She/Her
Race: Duskwight/Ishgardian
Nationality: Limsan
Height: 6'10" (208cm)
Abnormalities: Traditional Duskwight tattoo, eye glow, heavy scarring across body, autistic traits
Accent: Nondescript Eorzean
Sexuality: Pansexual
Status: Very happily taken, but open-minded.
Bloodthirsty, broken, brash, bold, betrayed.
A walking, talking, somehow-yet-breathing bundle of trauma and survivor's guilt. She's seen her peak, she's passed the summit, and she's on a downward slope, yet she lives on.
The Butcher of Bozja
Sporting a storied history serving with the Maelstrom from Carteneau all the way to the Ilsabard Campaign, while occasional comments are still shared among Alliance soldiers of the disgraced ex-Maelstrom Captain, Cicyphine's true legacy is born of pain as the Butcher of Bozja.
A famed frontline medic known for saving every single life that made it to her care, too many Bozjans and mercenaries found themselves wishing they'd died of their wounds instead. The cost of having resplendently potent aetheric healing came as the pain it forces its patients through. She might still have been loved for her lifesaving were she not so ecstatic for the suffering of her "victims."
By the time the army pushed to Zadnor, her legacy as a miraculous nightmare was sealed, but the fatigue of war had taken its toll. Her sadism was lost, leaving only the pain. That pain now follows her like a specter.
M*A*S*H: As an Alliance soldier, or when serving in the Bozjan resistance, she healed a lot of people. It's an experience you don't forget. (Common)
Mood Swing: Prone to violent mood swings, Cicyphine's reactions to things are rarely expected. She's as quick to relapse to her lost sadism as she is try to comfort. (Uncommon)
No Love Lost: Even though she's proud to have served, Cicyphine doesn't hold that pride too close to her anymore. Vets might have less to connect with her nowadays unless they're burned, too. (Uncommon)
The Soulblack Siren
Exiled from the Maelstrom, stripped of rank and status, purged of the ship she once captained, Cicyphine turned inward in the long stretch after the war and sought out meaning and purpose in her life. She found it right back where she'd started: in Llymlaen's grasp.
Returning to the seas came slowly and harshly, with countless hours spent in sequestered secrecy, plotting. When her answer was found and she emerged changed, finding sailors was almost easy by comparison. Convincing enough of her old crew to come out of retirement was hardly a struggle, the majority idolized her in her heyday and that hero worship hadn't gone away with time. Those unlucky diehards agreed to follow her into the darkest pits of their being to tap into an unknown truth; the fruit of her secrecy and study. Emerging transformed, but not in body, they sail the seas reborn, sisters, all.
So began the Soulblack Sirens, an all-woman crew of completely legitimate - just ask the dock authorities - sailors, heeding the call of the salt, wind, and the screaming wildness in their hearts.
Legitimate Business: The Soulblack Sirens are legitimate! She and her crew offer shipping and naval escorts aboard their brig for clients in need of discretion. They're hardly a common name, but they do advertise in some circles. (Common)
Once a Privateer...: Always a privateer. Would piracy by any other name not taste just as sweet? Not many souls care to ply the field of piracy on the oceans anymore, but the few who do can all but spot each other at a glance. (Uncommon)
The Blood of the Sea: Cicyphine and her Sirens share unifying oddities. Their blood runs thick, their blades dance in synchronicity, their rage is almost infectious, and their coordination is unparalleled without even a word. (Uncommon)
Sang Noir d'Abîme: Those of darker souls purport strange feelings in her presence, and those who talk about it may find it soon to go away... (Rare)
Honourbound: Some sailors say honour on the seas. Some say to kill the men, take the lasses, anything else is plunder. The Soulblack Sirens' code fits both: no bloodshed, or no survivors. (Rare)
Out of Character
Well gosh. Here we are again.
First of all, thank you for showing interest in Cicyphine enough to look at the carrd. My blorbo, my bleebus; she is my pride and joy.
I play PST, but that doesn't matter because my sleep schedule is fucked and rotates randomly. I might just be available at your time, somehow!
And, here's some very simple, basic ground rules for dealing with me that anyone can understand:
IC is not OOC, do not treat it as such.
Cicyphine is an exploration of some very dark and emotional themes, including post-traumatic stress disorder, living trauma, survivor's guilt, suicidal ideation, bipolar disorder, cycles of abuse, sexual assault, codependency, loneliness, and a lot more.
Because of the themes I explore with her, OOC communication makes magic happen. If you are willing to communicate with me, I am willing to do all sorts of things that might otherwise be restricted or forbidden under most conventions of RP. Harsh topics and mature subjects, "godmodding" or predetermined outcomes to events, ERP, etcetera. Talk to me, be it in tells or through a server we're in.
I am very happy to write a long-term story with entwined character development! Just needs to be planned.
I am disabled, and that means sometimes things interfere with my ability to scene. I might have a flareup of pain, or fatigue, and need to abruptly cancel a scene. This is normal. It doesn't mean I hate you, it means I need to step away for a bit.
I only book out two scenes a week, maximum. But feel free to strike up a conversation if you see me at a venue!
Additionally, I alternate my roleplaying schedule - one week on, one week off - so I may be unavailable some weeks.
My writing style tries to mimic my partner's wherever and whenever I can. If you like snappy, quick posts, I give snappy, quick posts. If you like eloquent, longer paragraphs, I give that.
If I make you uncomfortable, you have to tell me before I can try to make things right.
Yes, she's autistic. No, I won't change her. No, it didn't make her this way. Yes, it is why some of her experiences and traumas are so much worse than normal.
My tainted blood is cursed to spread and spill
So I shall fill my bleeding heart with love.
Now when it flows, corruption
And sows the seed of a thousand stolen generations' vengeance.
Love will conquer all.