Warrior of Light, Hrothgar, she/her
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How does your WOL/OC feel about their body? Are they comfortable in their own skin? Is there any part of them they prefer to hide away or show off?
Feeling a bit nostalgic for Stormblood tonight, so! What was the favourite/most impactful/most moving/etc. moment to your WOL/OC during that time in their lives/that expansion, in player terms?
How does your wol / oc handle depression or depressive thoughts? Do they have someone (or something) to rely on? Isolation?
Imagine faaaaar ahead in the future after your oc/wol passes away:
What legacy does your wol/oc leave behind? Are they remembered? Revered? Do they have people they leave behind to remember them?
Is there a memorial for them?
If your character could bring just one person back from the dead, who would it be and why?
At least I saw Hrothtober all the way through but still, that hurts.
At least I saw Hrothtober all the way through but still, that hurts.
"What? Are you sure that's a word? How do I even use it? 'It's more Winterer in Glarlemald than in Coerthas?' You made that one up."
"What? Are you sure that's a word? How do I even use it? 'It's more Winterer in Glarlemald than in Coerthas?' You made that one up."
"I've traveled far and wide but I'm far from done. I want to see as much of this world as I can, and any other worlds I can reach. I've never disliked going on a journey, it would just be nice to do so on my terms for once."
"I've traveled far and wide but I'm far from done. I want to see as much of this world as I can, and any other worlds I can reach. I've never disliked going on a journey, it would just be nice to do so on my terms for once."
"Watching my friends sacrifice themselves, knowing that all life depended on me, realizing that so many had died to what now seemed like useless, petty goals. It wasn't one thing, I had a lot to lament for."
"Watching my friends sacrifice themselves, knowing that all life depended on me, realizing that so many had died to what now seemed like useless, petty goals. It wasn't one thing, I had a lot to lament for."