POPPY WHITETAIL

of many frills & follies

 façade  a loathsome creature beneath a veneer of lace and frills. a parody of polite society born of base stock, ill-tempered and insufferably bohemian. talented beyond her tender years, she plies her trade for the rich and noble to escape her sordid yesterdays ...

hello! long-time rper and ffxiv noob. i'm 28 and from the east coast. always looking for new friends to rp with! don't be shy to bug me, especially if i'm afk. i'm probably just reading a book. i'm down for most themes! (esp stuff that makes her more miserable lol)some of my fav themes: enemies, forced proximity, grimdark, low/mid fantasy, crime, adventure, combat, etc.feel free to beat her up for her lunch money. all i ask is you don't straight up kill her.lore-bendy characters are fine if there's a compelling story to go along with them!i rarely do discord rp, and i don't have any mods. i'm vanilla and stupid.obligatory ic =/= ooc, minors go away, and no ai/art writing.

aliaspoppyagenineteen
pronounsshe/herracemiqo'te
originthanalanclanseeker
occupationpainterlanguageeorzean
orientationminsexualstatussingle

 character theme  painted bird - siouxsie and the banshees

  • height : five fulm

  • weight : eighty ponze

  • eye color : ultramarine

  • hair color : platinum

  • skin color : pale

  • voice : sharp

  • mein : guarded

  • scent: terebinth

  • likes : fruit juice

  • dislikes : tradition

appearance  As vibrant and varied as the Hingan flower she's stolen the name of, Poppy swaddles herself in rich hues to distance herself from the drab scheme of her native desert. Though her skin pales without the sun's kiss, oasis eyes forever evoke Thanalan. From a place of survival and scarcity, she retaliates by flaunting silken bows and gilded cuffs. a great, round crystal sits atop her breast with a trio of smaller cabochons dangling beneath—it drinks light and reflects only the twilight qualities of a starless sky. A marble-handled brush with a similar crystal housed in its ferrule serves as her magickal focus. No layers of bright clothing or glossy jewels spare the her the look of anything but an upjumped waif; she's nothing but bone beneath popped collars and flounced trims.behind bitten lips and chipped teeth is a barbed tongue no one has managed to cut out. between thin, easy to count ribs is a heart desperate for a blade. beneath fragile skin and tender muscle is absolutely nothing of substance: that's reserved only for her artwork.

 don't look back 
poppy never lingers in place. she finishes her work and vanishes. the farther from her native desert her commissions take her, the better. she rarely speaks of her past and never shows her brow. protective of her bangs, she's always fussing with them.

 starving artist 
though she paints for the elite and dresses the part of a proper lady, there's never enough gil to go around. she's indebted to many a merchant and innkeep—some of whom have hired mercenaries to hunt her down and take payment through any means.

 creativity unbound 
fancying herself a mage capable of protecting herself, poppy manipulates her aether and crystal-infused paint into animated creations. an esoteric form of magick, her exploits have not gone unnoticed. unstable as her, it brings only destruction and confusion.