Name	Onyx ~~Ikhaara~~
Age	[31]
Pronouns	[ANY]
LOCATION	[SOL. 9][Eorzea]
OCCUPATION	[Fixer] [???]
STATUS	[LOST] [???]

An image of a pink-haired woman, fluffy vulpine ears on display, eyeing the camera from behind crimson lenses. She's adjusting them, delicately, with a single black-tipped finger.

ABOUT ⊛ ⌨

⸺⸻⸻At a Glance ⸻⸻⸺

Onyx is a lot of things - but, at first glance... she's a strange Miqo'te. Vulpine in nature and affect, mercurial and shifting - not so much indecisive as capricious - a creature that struggles with focus. She'll sell you what you're looking for - chiefly, her trade is information.But... in moments, quiet. In moments, she listens, intent - and there's a distressingly sharp intelligence in her pale eyes.

⸺⸻⸻SKIN STEEL SOUL ⸻⸻⸺

To the eye, Onyx is strange almost immediately. She towers above other Miqo'te - closer in stature to a taller Hyur, if not for her ears and tail. A pale gaze is masked by round crimson glasses, and black tattoos cover her pale skin, interspersed with twinkling lights.She gives the impression of being something altogether different. Certainly no construct, certainly not something artificial - but this is not the woman who was once a daughter. Something in her has been Changed, whether by her own hands, or others.Now, she runs with a small gang - helps run them, it's said. Though, lately, she's fled across the Salt - and now she roams Eorzea, returning home only briefly, from time to time - to attend to her business, to check in.Is she running? Why? Who from?

⸺⸻⸻⸻⸻ ✙ HEARTBEATS, ARTIFICIAL ✙ ⸻⸻⸻⸻⸺

Playlist

HOOKS

Touchstones

Cyberpunk 2077 Edgerunners
Arcadion, Solution 9
Blade Runner
Neuromancer Trilogy
Ghost In The Shell
Akira
Counter/WEIGHT
Cowboy Bebop
Nier: Automata

Hook Guide

SKIN: Surface-level, free, easy-to-use hook. Feel free!
STEEL: A touch more obscure - Unlikely to show up in rumours, but not hard to find out.
SOUL: Ask before using this hook.

An image of a pink-haired woman, fluffy vulpine ears on display, laying back on a couch. She stares up at the camera with sharp, vulpine eyes.

Foxgirl Fixer [Skin]

Onyx is a fixer - a facilitator. She handles information, rare items, contacts, and, most of all - favours. She has networks in Solution Nine and Eorzea both, now. Need something?
_{"Maybe after cuttin' your teeth, start cuttin' your losses."}

Fox out of forest [SKin]

She's new to Eorzea; anyone can see that. Perhaps you want to be a guide, introduce her to something new?
_{"It ain't even time she wanna kill."}

Femme Fatale [SKin]

She knows she's attractive - her height, her tattoos, her vulpine eyes. She knows what she likes, and what she wants. She knows exactly how sharp her fangs are.
Do you want to find out?
_{"Gonna teach you tricks that would blow your mongrel mind."}

Fighter, Still[SKin]

Gun, blade, flame and wind. Onyx is a fighter - she moves with strange twinblades and a brace of silver pistols - that she rarely draws. Anything for a good show. A good show makes a good fight. Will you challenge her?
_{"Lift me higher, brimstone fire, burning outta control-"}

Necessary Maintenance [SKin]

Onyx's arsenal always needs upkeep, and while she can maintain it herself... if something breaks, she's in for a bad time.
Got the skills to keep her guns and blades working as they should?
_{"Get your filthy eyeballs on me."}

Burgeoning Talent [Skin]

A fixer needs her contacts. A network like Onyx's lives and breathes by the talent it's accrued. Back home, it was for her gang - here, it's for something... similar.
Got a useful skill? A talent you can offer for Onyx to add to her ledger?

EX-ARCADION [STEEL]

Onyx fought, once, in the Arcadion. She didn't make it far, but still; perhaps you recognise her? Perhaps you were even a fan.
_{"I'm exactly where you want me to be."}

Hungry [STEEL]

There's something feral, something bestial in her. You can see it - see that she hungers for something. Maybe you do, too.
_{"All the gold and the guns and the girls couldn't get you off."}

LOAN SHARK [STEEL]

She's not proud of it - but Onyx was, not so long ago, a loan shark, of sorts. She sold souls, cheap - and always, always collected. The reputation follows - can she make up for it?
_{"Cut it up, need a fix, 'cause I'm running out of lives in her grip."}

Lost [STEEL]

She's distant, sometimes. Her attention wavers, and there's a sadness in her eyes, in her bearing. She's lost, somehow.
_{"I feel I'm growing tired of tearing through my wasted time - tell me, does anyone feel the way they should?"}

Failed Fighter [Soul]

You know why she was kicked out of Arcadion. You know what it is she harbours.
_{"She thinks I'm a saint, but divnity was never the aim."}
_{"You've been exposed to a mirror that shows you exactly what you are."}

Snuffed Radiance [Soul]

That isn't her, anymore, is it?
That's not her. It's not her. It's not her. Who is it?
Did it take someone from you, too?
_{"Shine razor eyes in this light, there's a cold breeze blowing over my soul."}

Psychogenesis [Soul]

Wasn't there something about the Arcadion fighters? Something that tore them apart, ripped them into pieces?
Aren't they meant to graduate young?
_{"I give you my life, sell it to the crowd."}

⸺⸻⸻⸻⸻ ✙ SKIN STEEL SOUL ✙ ⸻⸻⸻⸻⸺

An image of a pink-haired woman, fluffy vulpine ears on display, eyeing the camera. She holds a blade up, behind her back. Geometric tattoos dashed with orange cover her.

⟺ ORIGIN ⟺

Onyx was born, under a different name, in a different place - and a different time... of a sense.
She was born and raised in Yyasulani, during a time of profound change. A new King and Queen, a stolen sky - swiftly, the only sky she'd ever known. And on the horizon, a violet, fulgurous tower as lightning struck all around. A heritage found, for some - but, for her, one she never had a chance to learn.

Briefly, she fought in the Arcadion - to some middling success. She met a group of others through it - and, when she left the Arcadion, joined them. The exact circumstances of her departure remain shrouded. She doesn't talk about them.She will, however, speak of the group she's a part of, now. Part Fixer, part designated diplomat, part negotiator - but mostly just as bad as the rest of them. A small-time gang, lethally effective when they want to be. Problem solvers - and, in equal measure, creators.Onyx, thankfully, is very good at solving problems.

Playlist

⟺ OOC NOTES ⟺

Onyx is an exploration of:

Trauma
What would you give, for your family?
Who deserves to survive?
Are you really in control of yourself?
Is it your fault, if you lost control?
If it hurts right, will it feel better?
Is it alright to hurt others, even within an oppressive system?
Can you escape your past?
What is it like, to be a fish out of water who needs control, at all times?

If any of these sound interesting to you, you can find me on discord at `hercynia`

Hey! I'm `hercynia`, a queer Scottish transgender woman, using She/It/They pronouns. Thanks for checking out this carrd - it took me far longer to make than I care to admit; almost as long as Onyx herself did. This is, notably, only the first iteration of both - things may shift and change. Do not be alarmed if one day things here look different! You may spot Onyx in the wild under the ingame name `Onyx Ikhaara` on Mateus. Now, some housekeeping...

I'm a queer, polyamorous transgender lesbian. If that's an issue for you, then we're probably not going to get along, I'm afraid.
I enjoy tackling difficult topics in my writing. I enjoy writing darker themes. This is NOT an excuse for OOC weirdness. I fundamentally refuse to entertain OOC racism, fascism, homophobia, transphobia, etc etc. Your character can be a piece of shit ICly, and that's fine; but I am not willing to let this be an excuse.
In the same vein, IC doesn't equal OOC. I'm fundamentally not willing to deal with IC-OOC bleed, for reasons too numerous to list.
I'm autistic, and ADHD. Please do bear with me if I sometimes take a moment to shift, or sometimes take a little bit to get back to you; or need prompting about stuff. I'm always willing to engage in good faith.
Please, communicate. If we're rping, my DM's are always open to you.

YOU SHOULDN'T BE HERE.

why why why why why

CONTINUE...?

⸺THE INFERNAL REYNARDINE ⸺

...shocking turn of events, Arcadion spokesperson DATA EXPUNGED DATA EXPUNGED DATA EXPUNGED
Ṋ̵̵̷̷̨̼̠͙̫̪͈̺͉̀͑̃ͦ̿ͬ̄̉̓̄̈ͦ͌̋̾͛̍̃̽ͪ̈́ͥ̉̆͘̕͘͢ͅƠ̢̧̧̹̣̭̹͍̓̌ͯ̅̃̇ͨ̆ͮ̒̍̈́̆̅́͟ͅ P̵͉͈̠̥̣̑̈́͗̇͢E̵̡̢̛̤̱̺̬͔̰̹̳̮͙͙̹̼̐́ͭͤ̅̊̀͑͐͡ͅR̢̧̛̫̱͙͚͓̟̹̜̜͚̣͇̙̞̼͆̾ͥ͂̄̊̆̏͑̑ͣ̈́̉̃̋̌̚͢͜M̧̱̓ͯA̬͒ͯ͆N̨̹͚̱̣̩͉͒ͫ͒̏ͤ̄E̢̛̝̟̳̥̣̩͍̼̦̩̮̯̍ͬͦ̀̍̎ͧ͊̿̓͆ͮ͜͢͡ͅͅNT̸̡͖͇̞̫͐̌̈͂ͯ̕͢ H̯̹̙̫͖̟̥̣̤͚͖̦̾̇̀͌ͬ͛̔ͣ̑͗͘͢͡A̬̘͑͋̅̚͢͞R̭̪_̵̵̵̧̡̘̘̟͈̮̝̝̹̦̬̥̞̰ͤͮ̎̓̄͋̋́̓ͧ̋̽ͣ̈͐̈́ͤ̐̾̔̃̚͜͝ͅM̶̧̜̣̣̙̄̄̔ͮ̋̐̔͊ͤͬ̔ͯ̊̕͘͝͞ͅ...wish them well, considering their loyal y......early G̴̨̭̲͋ͩ̃̃͑̽rͩͪ͗͞͡͠ǎ̸̧̨̭͈͍̻͓̞̼̙̜̬̍ͩ̅͌̌ͤ͐̑̄̒͋̈́̇͊͜͝͡d̷̨̻̺̱̙̠͓͈͍̆̓ͤ͆ͨ̿̇̎ͨ́ͦ̊ͬ̾͠͞u̦͕̯͔̜̿́ͧ͐̀̀̑̋̕͢_̶̨̳̺̹̪̘̳ͩ̏͆ͫ͗̈́̿ͯ̉ͬ̈́̀̅ͪ̚͜ą̴̧̡̫̪̩̘̣̟̳̞̣͈͓̟͖̱̥̀ͮ͗ͧ̂̄͂̏̏̀ͥ̑̃̾̒ͦ́͟ͅͅť̷̸̢̧̛̮͉̘͍͍̫͈ͫͤ͑̊̃̃͂̔̀̽̀̊̄ͬͭ͗ͥ̅̌i̸̳̰͖͔̦̳̣̥̲̹͈̻ͦ͆͐́̈́̍͑͂ͦ͝ǫ̶̢̧̭̤̳̳͓͉̹͉ͣ́̿ͨͩ̇̊ͫ̑͂̆̃͌͗̿̉͛̕͢͜͡ͅn̶̴̡̡̡̧̫̝͖̼̲̣͖̫̺̙̳̱͚̳̤̑̔́̑͆͋ͦ͐ͯ́͗̎̈́̆̈͢͟͡͡ͅͅ, and hope that they can kick back and enjoy life in the upper...

⸺FOR INTERNAL USE ONLY⸺

...sterilised neatly. Thank the queen for the Regulators. This whole mess......ļ̶̝͇͖̼̮͉̱͂ͤͦ́͒̃̊̋͜ͅo̵̵̷̴̡̨̧͕͙̮̜͍̱̭̭̩͙̥̮̙͖͌͊̉̂̎͊͋̌͆ͤ͐̔ͥ̈̀̈́̒̉͆̇̕͘ͅs̡̫̯̠̮̄̓̋̍͗̚͝͡ͅ_̸̨̨̛̙͇̘͙̼̞̜͉̜ͩ͒͐̆̒̉̎̀͒ͣ͘͟͟ţ̸̸̥͙̼̝̟̻͎̯̰͉̰͆͂̍̈́͆̾̐̾ͪ̾͛ͪͩ̿̓̅̓ͯͯ́ͩ̕͘̚͢͝ͅ c̶̠̳̟o̢̨̡̨̞̥̰̟̺̫̻̫͔̬̝̩̼̊̌ͩͫ̌̒̉ͬ͑̏̄̽̃̑̓ͧ̔͛͆̀̒̇͊͆ͧ͟͜͞n̶̢̧̧̜̫̼̱̫͔̓̽̑ͨ̍ͮͬ͊̿͆ͫͥ̀ͩ̑͂ͥ̋͒͌͐̐̋̓ͪ͞͡ͅt͔͙͓͈̙͈̩̂͛̅ͭ̄̈̏͒͟͞͞ŗ̦̓̑̿́ó̦͈̱̥̤̑̓͆͑̕l̶̴̴̶̸̵̨̟̼̳̮͎͎̙̞̭̱͖̘̦̊̈́̅́ͬ̄̾͑̿̄́̾̀͐̈̄́͌͘͡͠......t̵̷̸̡̢̛͍͙̲̱̠͎̤̞̳͓̘̼̰̀̈́ͩ̌͗ͩͮ̾͒̅̅ͭͪ͑͗̀ͨ̏̑ͭ̚̚͢͢͜͞͠ę̵̶̷̴̼͕͕̤͇͕̜̘̙̙͚̙̃̀̒̐ͫ̑ͧ͐ͬ̅͛ͩ̒ͨ̓̽̀̑ͅe̵̶̸̘̙̦̥̺̽̅̂͗̌̌͌͘͢͞t̷̷͚̩̭͍̙̙̙̬̳̹̣̑̂̄͊ͯ̓ͮ̽ͭͥ͘͘͠͡h̸͚̹͖̙̠̥͎̟͐̔ͨͧ̾̂ͧͧ̆̿̓ͥ̀̂̕̕͠ like that, even in the blueprint......shame, it'd make for a...

⸺⸻⸻⸻⸻ 4TH REPORT ⸻⸻⸻⸻⸺

...I've never seen anything like this. I didn't think a person could hold so much blood in them. I've seen murder for profit, I've seen murder for the Souls, I've seen it for a message or intimidation - but a final death like this?We found the regulator, 20 yalms away. In pieces. Whatever did this tore it off them. Call up to Origenics - one of their pets must have gotten loose...

Neck and shoulders, red hair, and wires upon them.

Do you see the story I'm laying out for you here, pretty thing? I'm sure you can piece bits together. How long until someone else does, hm?
Don't worry - I'll make sure you get your dues, too. Remember - it's thanks to me that you're still breathing.No, don't bother trying to find me. It's not worth it- really, it's not. I don't want anything you don't... and I want plenty that you do.You can run if you want to. I'll be here when you're back. Remember, my pretty little thing, I've only ever got your best interests at heart.

- A Friend

RETURN...?

You really shouldn't be here - not yet.This section is a Work In Progress. Look back later, won't you?

ABOUT ⊛ ⌨

⸺⸻⸻At a Glance ⸻⸻⸺

⸺⸻⸻SKIN STEEL SOUL ⸻⸻⸺

⸺⸻⸻⸻⸻ ✙ HEARTBEATS, ARTIFICIAL ✙ ⸻⸻⸻⸻⸺

Playlist

HOOKS

Touchstones

Hook Guide

Foxgirl Fixer [Skin]

Onyx is a fixer - a facilitator. She handles information, rare items, contacts, and, most of all - favours. She has networks in Solution Nine and Eorzea both, now. Need something? "Maybe after cuttin' your teeth, start cuttin' your losses."

Fox out of forest [SKin]

She's new to Eorzea; anyone can see that. Perhaps you want to be a guide, introduce her to something new? "It ain't even time she wanna kill."

Femme Fatale [SKin]

She knows she's attractive - her height, her tattoos, her vulpine eyes. She knows what she likes, and what she wants. She knows exactly how sharp her fangs are. Do you want to find out? "Gonna teach you tricks that would blow your mongrel mind."

Fighter, Still[SKin]

Gun, blade, flame and wind. Onyx is a fighter - she moves with strange twinblades and a brace of silver pistols - that she rarely draws. Anything for a good show. A good show makes a good fight. Will you challenge her? "Lift me higher, brimstone fire, burning outta control-"

Necessary Maintenance [SKin]

Onyx's arsenal always needs upkeep, and while she can maintain it herself... if something breaks, she's in for a bad time. Got the skills to keep her guns and blades working as they should? "Get your filthy eyeballs on me."

Burgeoning Talent [Skin]

A fixer needs her contacts. A network like Onyx's lives and breathes by the talent it's accrued. Back home, it was for her gang - here, it's for something... similar. Got a useful skill? A talent you can offer for Onyx to add to her ledger?

EX-ARCADION [STEEL]

Onyx fought, once, in the Arcadion. She didn't make it far, but still; perhaps you recognise her? Perhaps you were even a fan. "I'm exactly where you want me to be."

Hungry [STEEL]

There's something feral, something bestial in her. You can see it - see that she hungers for something. Maybe you do, too. "All the gold and the guns and the girls couldn't get you off."

LOAN SHARK [STEEL]

She's not proud of it - but Onyx was, not so long ago, a loan shark, of sorts. She sold souls, cheap - and always, always collected. The reputation follows - can she make up for it? "Cut it up, need a fix, 'cause I'm running out of lives in her grip."

Lost [STEEL]

She's distant, sometimes. Her attention wavers, and there's a sadness in her eyes, in her bearing. She's lost, somehow. "I feel I'm growing tired of tearing through my wasted time - tell me, does anyone feel the way they should?"

Failed Fighter [Soul]

You know why she was kicked out of Arcadion. You know what it is she harbours. "She thinks I'm a saint, but divnity was never the aim." "You've been exposed to a mirror that shows you exactly what you are."

Snuffed Radiance [Soul]

That isn't her, anymore, is it? That's not her. It's not her. It's not her. Who is it? Did it take someone from you, too? "Shine razor eyes in this light, there's a cold breeze blowing over my soul."

Psychogenesis [Soul]

Wasn't there something about the Arcadion fighters? Something that tore them apart, ripped them into pieces? Aren't they meant to graduate young? "I give you my life, sell it to the crowd."

⸺⸻⸻⸻⸻ ✙ SKIN STEEL SOUL ✙ ⸻⸻⸻⸻⸺

⟺ ORIGIN ⟺

Playlist

⟺ OOC NOTES ⟺

Onyx is an exploration of:

If any of these sound interesting to you, you can find me on discord at hercynia

YOU SHOULDN'T BE HERE.

CONTINUE...?

⸺THE INFERNAL REYNARDINE ⸺

⸺FOR INTERNAL USE ONLY⸺

⸺⸻⸻⸻⸻ 4TH REPORT ⸻⸻⸻⸻⸺

RETURN...?

You really shouldn't be here - not yet.This section is a Work In Progress. Look back later, won't you?

Onyx is a fixer - a facilitator. She handles information, rare items, contacts, and, most of all - favours. She has networks in Solution Nine and Eorzea both, now. Need something?
_{"Maybe after cuttin' your teeth, start cuttin' your losses."}

She's new to Eorzea; anyone can see that. Perhaps you want to be a guide, introduce her to something new?
_{"It ain't even time she wanna kill."}

She knows she's attractive - her height, her tattoos, her vulpine eyes. She knows what she likes, and what she wants. She knows exactly how sharp her fangs are.
Do you want to find out?
_{"Gonna teach you tricks that would blow your mongrel mind."}

Gun, blade, flame and wind. Onyx is a fighter - she moves with strange twinblades and a brace of silver pistols - that she rarely draws. Anything for a good show. A good show makes a good fight. Will you challenge her?
_{"Lift me higher, brimstone fire, burning outta control-"}

Onyx's arsenal always needs upkeep, and while she can maintain it herself... if something breaks, she's in for a bad time.
Got the skills to keep her guns and blades working as they should?
_{"Get your filthy eyeballs on me."}

A fixer needs her contacts. A network like Onyx's lives and breathes by the talent it's accrued. Back home, it was for her gang - here, it's for something... similar.
Got a useful skill? A talent you can offer for Onyx to add to her ledger?

Onyx fought, once, in the Arcadion. She didn't make it far, but still; perhaps you recognise her? Perhaps you were even a fan.
_{"I'm exactly where you want me to be."}

There's something feral, something bestial in her. You can see it - see that she hungers for something. Maybe you do, too.
_{"All the gold and the guns and the girls couldn't get you off."}

She's not proud of it - but Onyx was, not so long ago, a loan shark, of sorts. She sold souls, cheap - and always, always collected. The reputation follows - can she make up for it?
_{"Cut it up, need a fix, 'cause I'm running out of lives in her grip."}

She's distant, sometimes. Her attention wavers, and there's a sadness in her eyes, in her bearing. She's lost, somehow.
_{"I feel I'm growing tired of tearing through my wasted time - tell me, does anyone feel the way they should?"}

You know why she was kicked out of Arcadion. You know what it is she harbours.
_{"She thinks I'm a saint, but divnity was never the aim."}
_{"You've been exposed to a mirror that shows you exactly what you are."}

That isn't her, anymore, is it?
That's not her. It's not her. It's not her. Who is it?
Did it take someone from you, too?
_{"Shine razor eyes in this light, there's a cold breeze blowing over my soul."}

Wasn't there something about the Arcadion fighters? Something that tore them apart, ripped them into pieces?
Aren't they meant to graduate young?
_{"I give you my life, sell it to the crowd."}

If any of these sound interesting to you, you can find me on discord at `hercynia`