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An excerpt from the Carrd linked in the bio about contracting Cafefe for assassinations or the like, something I use as part of not only the story I'm writing for her but also RP when necessary.
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"Gentleman II," as Cafefe would dub it, is a sword similarly constructed akin to her scythe, Talon, in function and appearance. The name derives from a past arm she vaguely recalls, memories that have long since faded and lost to time.
"Close enough." She claimed upon it's conception.
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Cafefe's scythe, Talon, born from idea to reality in part due to a shared concept matrix and the magicks of an eccentric associate who's views align, somewhat, with her own.
It functions as an aether converter and storage, to what only she and her associate would know.
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I've adjusted her voice claim video because the previous was a bit dated.
Decided to write a notepad about this because it's one of the most important details of my heacanon-verse.
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🩸 Name: Cafefe Cafe
🩸 Place of Origin: ???
🩸 Occupation: Contractor
🩸 Nameday: ???
🩸 Race: Lalafell
🩸 Gender: Female
🩸 Sexuality: Lesbian
🩸 Age: ???
🩸 Height: 4'0"
🩸 Social Status: Unclear
🩸 Marital Status: Widowed
🩸 Battle Style: Acrobatics with dexterous weapons and firearms.
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A Halonic Elezen man dressed in robes walks, shivering in the snowy climate in Coerthas.
The robed Elezen shivers greatly, wondering how it is he's so much colder than he usually is, having lived in the north all his life.
He spots what may be the answer to his unusually low cold tolerance.
Cafefe, who he's heard has the enigmatic presence that instills a discomfort that differs from person to person, with most comparing it to being haunted by spirits.
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Fear.
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The great wyrm, Hraesvelgr, stands before Cafefe in quizzical curiosity.
Hraesvelgr stares at Cafefe, mentally puzzled at the unusual nature of the woman.
Cafefe stares up at Hraesvelgr, her gaze half lidded and her expression with the undertones of disgust and distaste.
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A poison runs through the veins of Ishgard, a poison that rots the surface and sullies the image of what it stands for.
A mutual understanding, lead into a secret covenant between unlikely allies through proof and fealty.
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A Lalafellin elderly woman standing straight with her back turned toward the perspective, her scythe propped standing up in her hand. There's a purple energy coursing through the blade of the weapon. She eyes the perspective past her shoulder.
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For a time before she acquired her current scythe, Cafefe acquired one through establishing a professional tie between herself and the Archbishop.
Outsider that she was, she was given an expectedly impossible task with unexpected results.
