hello.
「 is anyone . . . . there? 」
「 a lost frequency has been detected . . . 」
the traveller, swallowtail.
NA. cst.
rules.
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. RULE ONE . Do not be racist, sexist, homophobic, transphobic, etc. Exhibit any of these and you are getting the boot.
. RULE TWO . I am someone who believes the ideology that everyone's stories deserve a voice; so long as it does not squander another person's.
. RULE THREE . As someone who dabbles into darker theming with my writing, be at least 18 years of age to roleplay and interact with my stories involving Ciren.
. RULE FOUR . Do not guilt trip me into any roleplay scenarios or outside works, that is an instant red flag that will make me distance myself from you.
. RULE FIVE . Roleplay involves lots of collaboration, so please speak to me if you want to plan things out. IC =/= OOC, and should ocs disagree I will ask if the player is okay. Darker themes are fine, but even I have clear boundaries..
OVERVIEW・independent ﹠. selective. lore-bending, wol-divergent writing featuring elements from FFXIV, updated as of Jan 2026.Hi hello. I'm Breb. I use they/them pronouns (she/her if closer), and I'm the weird seelie in your technological screen.I'm a hobbiest writer, returning artist, ttrpg enthusiast (13+ years DND, 2+ years Pathfinder, 3+ years Cyberpunk), and perpetual yapper of interests.I post about Ciren on various socials, perhaps you've seen me there?I'm a fan of butterflies and fish.I was a choir kid for 8 years of my life.I'm not sure what else you want me to write here.
"I view thee and it is the protectiveness of a guardian. I view her and it is someone too easily influenced by the aether that surrounds. I view thee both and I see a curled up form that floats aimlessly through the sunless sea."
art by bryn
ciren en-faea. effeminate. she / they. demisexual. sagittarius.
height. 5 fulm.
hair color. raven black.
eye color. blue moonstone.
race. raen au ra(?)
notable features. crystal tear growths, opaline scales, aetheric scar, fractal lily hairpin.
voice claim. Ayumi Fujimura
aliases. Swallowtail, Traveller, Butterfly, She of Light, Meyhali, Dalninil, Dewdrop, Sirena Bella.
job occupation. Riftdancer (DNC/WHM/SGE)
place of origin. Radz-at-Han, Thavnair
home. Thanalan
affiliation. Westwind Free Company, Silent Order,「 ERROR 」
family. Ume Nanotari (Surrogate Mother)
d&d alignment. True neutral
mbti. INFJ-T
likes. Wandering the star, performing, medicine, cooking.
dislikes. Cold climates, disloyalty.
virtues. Temperance, discipline, patience, wisdom, humility.
flaws. Difficulty emoting, avoidant, reckless selfnessness.
languages. Hannish, Common.
in universe. Ciren does not classify as a warrior of light while writing this. She acts as her own entity, while trying to follow the canon of ffxiv's main scenario questline.
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personality. In terms of personality, Ciren is an overall neutral character; believing in the ideology that nature will take it's course. At face value, she is quiet, one content to observe conversation before joining as her curious nature soaks in how people behave. However, do not let her silence fool you in that she is complacent with what goes on around her. If and when she does speak up, the Raen will often speak in a way that is both simplistic and utterly confusing.Yet deep down, she is proof that nature is as calm as it is callous; a woman forced to grow early too quickly upon the star, from the knowledge she holds. Should it needs come to it, she will have to be the reminder of such a concept. Everything returns at some point, and she is painfully acceptant of the burden of her soul and her name.Though, something stirs deeper; beyond the mist of those pale eyes. More than she is keen to speak on at a cursory encounter.
She was fated with her wings clipped at birth, given solace in the form of a lily hairpin and an unseen friend. Ciren En-Faea was born in the streets of Radz-at-Han by her mother, whom had left her home in Vanaspati, in order to find a space to take care of her only child. Pale, unseeing eyes opened to the world for the first time on her nameday, and her mother was given a prophecy by a starseer that would set the Raen upon a new path. "Against everything, thou love always."Ciren and her mother lived with ghandarvas, and during the Final Days, Ciren was locked inside while the woman donned her conjury staff to heal the people. That fateful day, Ciren's mother would cross into the aetherial sea in the arms of her lifelong friend of twenty summers.Yet, when Ciren reunited with Ume- it was evident the woman had changed. Her grey eyes, now swirl in an aetheric-blue and her scales have warped. The reality, is that her condition was a burden of a name long lost: Ciren.She embarks on a quest that seems to be neverending, searching for an answer to one singularity; one question: What does it mean to "live"?
navigation.Ciren navigates primarily through sound and tactile sensation, due to her being born blind. and while she does have access to aethersight, it does have it's rammifications. (Inquire more!)performer.The Raen is often found performing in various halls, taking up the mantle of her late mother's moniker; Swallowtail. Find out more here.healer.ciren knows both traditional and aetherical healing, often favoring traditional if she can. it stems from her soul, and the firm belief of the body's strength to heal. she often eats poisons to test cures.soul.it beckons to you. hear, the sound of ringing that echoes on the water's surface. feel, it drawn to you and yours, as if it wishes to break free. it makes you think, who is this woman? what are you?hairpin.It glows ominously, as if it is alive. Sometimes many will find it to pulse with aether as if responding to the world. You will never see Ciren without it, and she will never part with it. It always stares back. She, you, we, us, and Them.
performance.
— Some call her storyweaver, riftdancer, but to most... she is naught but a traveller. a neverending quest, and name. 'Swallowtail'.
art by silverclayyy
storyweaver. riftdancer. the swallowtail.
author's note The mun writes Ciren's performances as 'prose-based', or story-driven rather than lyrical. Ciren's dancer artes are written based off of elements from ffv, ffxi, elements found in the dancer quest in ffxiv, and kathak/kathakali. While she does not sing often, she incorporates the musical and lyrical composition of the songs she performs to into her dance.
Did you hear, did you hear? The Swallowtail is performing again. I heard she's as cold as a corpse until she goes upon that stage. How do you mean? T'was as if she was possessed, possessed by the stories she tells. As if she were a different person? Entirely. then she returns to that soulless self when she's done.
Surely that's jest.. right?
synopsis. Perhaps you have heard tell of a performer who is the living embodiment of stories. For she wonts nothing more than to connect, through dance and song. Hear the stories, feel them reverberate within, and let them change the way you think you view the world.
musical genres. Ambient, Ballads, Bollywood, Cinematic, Orchestral music, etc.
vocal profiles. Brandy, Isabella LeVan, Morgan Clae, Putri Arani, Rafscrap, Shae Gill,
connections.
"I believe paths cross for a reason, whether to call it 'fate' is upon faith. Stories, coalesce betwixt people like weaving a wreath of flowers."
「ume nashmeira」
surrogate mother
The two lost much those fateful days.. yet fate would dictate they find one another again. She? A spouse and a lifelong friend. The butterfly? The only blood she had left. When the final days struck and Alarune passed, Ume had to depart from Thavnair. There is no malice held for the decision, because they found each other again when Ciren first arrived on the shores of Eorzea. Now, Ume is off on adventures of her own, and Ciren prays for her surrogate mother's safety daily.
「zamir suiloix」
dearest knight
It all began with a time of healing.. as the knight would step foot into a room laced in faint incense and plants. Ciren acts as a chirurgeon for Zamir and his house of Suilloix. As she helped him in a time of uncertainty, he helped her weather a storm she was unable to handle. One lone night in Ishgard, did Ciren pledge her loyalty to House Suilloix; and in turn, he swore his loyalty to her. While he often worries of her own health, she keeps his own in check; he and his Esteem both. For she holds his secrets from the Holy See.
「shiraban qerel」
beacon in the mist
A beacon that cuts through the fog in her soul.. Shiraban and Ciren met when he visited Eorzea for the first time, and they became fast friends. In reuniting with his brother, Zamir, untold emotions were held close to the heart; the manifestation of his Esteem. Ciren has been a presence in the man's journey of self-discovery. In doing so, their bond bloomed to that which Ciren struggles to comprehend even now; love. He vowed to help her learn how to walk among others, to know and express emotions.
「the nameless」
the master, the sire, he of many stories
The master of the sunless sea himself.. danced with her in haunted halls, as a whip cracked and the curtains called. From there, she sensed a familiarity in the man that she cannot comprehend. Two beings, fueled by a purpose to uphold balance. He has given her a haven in the deep, teaching her the meaning of 'freedom'; from burden of name and knowledge both. Ciren knows not the full nature of their bond, but she cannot help but be within the orbit of the sea he commands. He calls her 'Dalninil', and within their haven, she works to uphold the task he has given her. For they both are creatures borne of creation.
「fool and saint」
unlikely duo
Two individuals in perpetual orbit, seem to always be a presence in Ciren's life- albeit, indirectly. The Fool, a kind soul who has been a guiding will-o-wisp on numorous occassions. The Saint, a quieter sort that seems to favor listening than speaking. Both miqo'te and Ciren have worked together at various locales around the star; namely those of the underground fighting variety. The duo of the Graveyard Shift are polar opposites of one another, and yet their bond betwixt one another and with her are something that has an actively curious hold. Due to this, Ciren remains a fleeting presence around them, should they ever need of assistance.
「parisa sul'hallows」
kindred filigree
It all began with a touch, cool hands placed around the other's warmth. The duo speak through tactile sign, and have quickly blossomed into close friends and kindred spirits. Ciren senses many similarities with herself to the faeling, and vice versa. It is not incorrect to say that she will end up being right by Parisa's side for anything and everything, should it be asked of her. They teach her new things at every interaction they have; be it through conversation, performance, or even sparring within the underground locales that they work with each other at. You could describe them as a match fated in pixie dust.
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"Performers oft wear masks. For She? Every bloom has their rotten roots, and We have learned to fully embrace them." She, Us, Them.
them. Ciren's "self-entwined", as she has dubbed them. They do not come out often, only when they are called or when Ciren is hurt. Those with aethersense can see sanguine within the girl's aether, a symbolism of their presence. Be careful when speaking their name, for it may be an invitation.
art by deja
"entwined". effeminate. they / them.
There is an easy way to know if it is She or Them. How do you mean? Look yonder, upon the windows to the soul. The eyes? Aye. For the Swallowtail tends to have those soft lifeless orbs. They're beautiful. Yet the other, there is a fire that burns within- despite being unseeing. They look akin to a beast's. Be that as it may, those eyes see.. something. And? They will hunt it down." classes RDM | RPR | DNC
voice claim Sayaka Kinoshita (Femme Elias, Ancient Magus Bride)
them. From within the life now split, within the newfound pin did the existence stir. It too, cooed and wailed as newborn as it was, though not in the normal sense. From within, a myriad of possibilities seem to converge into one. the half-life can sense its other half, how calm the daughter was. it exists but just like on the outside.. through her it lives. Just as on the outside, through it she lives. It is alive, yes? A name, it needed a name, for all living people need names do they not? Muffled voices can be heard from outside, a man and a woman, and it was hard to pinpoint the words. Though, as it focused harder it could hear something, an utterance. “En-faea.” the muffled musings of a woman spoke as it broke through the suffocating silence. En-faea? Ah, nay, the half-life knows exactly what the name will be. Like a chorus of agreement, the blooming of emotions rang through its heart- their heart. Entwined. they will be Entwined.