Hello fellow writers, Slan here. Before you read the rest of the site I would like to go over some ooc things.To start things off, I would like to preface that the me the writer and my character are not the same person. While we may have some similarities the things she says or does are not a complete reflection of me. Please keep that in mind.Secondly, both myself and Tsuruhime are above the age of eighteen, so I would ask that those who are not please steer clear of this character, thank you.Lastly, I am fine with most RP genres. I enjoy storytelling to it's full extend and if that includes mature things then so be it. Now with that being said, I will not allow just anyone to write those things with me without a mutual understanding first. I do not write for shock value and will not put my character through such simply just because someone wants to write mature topics.My discord username as of right now is vamprgore. & my twitter is @goreyvampr

TO BE WRITTEN

BEFORE THE EVENTS OF A REALM REBORN

In the shadow of the Garlean invasion, Tsuruhime's story began beneath the tranquil waves of the Ruby Sea. Born into a small tribe that revered both the Kami and the gods of the Igboho civilization, she was raised in a world steeped in prayer, tradition, and deep spiritual reverence. But as the Garlean threat grew ever closer, hope waned, and desperation took root.When their fervent prayers went unanswered and the darkness of oppression pressed heavily upon them, some within her tribe turned to forbidden texts and ancient, esoteric rituals—acts of desperation masquerading as salvation. Ignorant of the dangers they courted, they tore open a portal to the void, unwittingly unleashing a horde of ravenous voidsent upon their home.The carnage was swift and merciless. Tsuruhime could only watch in horror as the monsters descended upon her people, their desperate pleas drowned beneath the screams of the dying. In a final act of terror and instinct, she cast herself into the swirling abyss of the very portal they had opened—choosing the unknown over certain death.On the other side, she awoke in a nightmare. A realm where the laws of reality twisted and fractured, where shadows moved with hunger and whispers clawed at the edges of sanity. The voidsent prowled, devouring any trace of aether they could find, and in that forsaken place, survival was an endless cycle of torment. Again and again, she was consumed and reborn, each death stripping away pieces of who she once was. Her pristine skin cracked, dark lines spidering across her arms; her nails twisted into monstrous talons.The years—perhaps centuries—bled into one another, and with each moment, she felt herself slipping further into the insatiable hunger that drove the voidsent. The line between prey and predator blurred. Was she still Tsuruhime? Or had she become the very thing she once feared?And yet, deep within her shattered soul, a flicker of humanity refused to be extinguished. That ember, however faint, burned against the void. She fought—not just against the creatures that sought to consume her, but against the beast clawing at her from within. When at last she was strong enough, she willed open a portal of her own. With no hesitation, she leapt through, expecting to return to the familiar waters of Shisui Palace.Instead, she landed upon cold stone, her arrival witnessed by a lone figure—a masked man wielding a wooden spear.The man was a Wood Wailer, one of many who guarded Spirithold’s ruins, and he stood frozen in disbelief at the sight before him. To him, she must have seemed like a Moonkeeper woman who had fallen from the void itself. But where Tsuruhime had expected fear, or perhaps mercy, she was instead met with honeyed words masking darker intent. She recognized the malice in his voice, the predatory glint in his eye.Before he could act, she struck first. The Wood Wailer fell, and when the others found her, she was crouched over his lifeless body—feeding.Subdued and restrained, she was taken to Gridania in chains, her fate uncertain.Yet, where others saw only a monster, Kan-E-Senna saw something more. Whether out of pity or wisdom, the Elder Seedseer spared her, placing her in the care of the Conjurers. And though Tsuruhime could not yet call it redemption, she accepted—desperate to immerse herself in the world she had long forgotten, to reclaim the remnants of the life stolen from her.

HOOKS

I. "You… I've seen your kind before, in the depths of the void."
Perhaps another adventurer has had their own encounter with the void—whether through studying forbidden magicks, battling voidsent, or even barely escaping a similar fate. They recognize something in Tsuruhime: a lingering trace of that cursed realm. Do they approach with curiosity? Fear? Or do they seek to understand the scars that mark her soul?II. "I know what they whisper behind my back… Do you believe them, too?"
Despite Kan-E-Senna’s mercy, many in Gridania view Tsuruhime with suspicion, if not outright fear. Some whisper of the “void-tainted woman,” while others call her a monster. A fellow outsider, or perhaps someone within the Conjurers’ ranks, might be drawn to her—either to offer friendship in a world that does not trust easily or to determine for themselves if the rumors hold truth.III. "Once, I had a people. A home. Now all that remains are fragments."
Tsuruhime’s tribe has long since been lost to the void, their traditions, songs, and stories all but erased. A traveler well-versed in history or far-flung cultures may recognize something about her—perhaps a symbol she wears, a phrase she mutters in old prayer, or a ritual she performs. Do they seek to help her recover what little she can? Or do they unknowingly hold a piece of her forgotten past?IV. "The spirits whisper when you are near… Are you truly at peace?"
In Hingashi or the Ruby Sea, those attuned to the spiritual world—exorcists, shrine maidens, or wandering monks—may sense something unnatural lingering around Tsuruhime. Is she merely a wayward soul, or does the void still have a hold on her? Do they seek to cleanse her, guide her, or simply understand the fate that has befallen her?V. "We do not have the luxury of hesitation. The moment you falter, someone dies."
As a Scion, Tsuruhime fights alongside her comrades against the enemies of Eorzea—Garleans, primals, and threats beyond comprehension. A fellow warrior may find themselves in battle by her side, witnessing firsthand the ruthless efficiency with which she fights. Do they respect her skill, or do they fear the void-born savagery that sometimes surfaces in the heat of combat?VI. "The earth remembers what others forget. If you listen closely, it will tell you its secrets."
Tsuruhime’s connection to geomancy allows her to read the land, sensing its history, pain, and disturbances. Perhaps another adventurer seeks her out for guidance—tracking a lost ruin, investigating unnatural aetherial disruptions, or deciphering ancient ley lines. But does she find only whispers of the past… or something lurking beneath?

Hirokore Rokuyari - 私の魂

Tsuruhime's husband. Believing that he shared the same values she did, Tsuruhime enlisted his help against the primals and the garleans both. As their relationship began to bloom, it was revealed that Hirokore was in fact working for the crown prince; Zenos, the man who had kept the Far East and Ala Mhigo under his foot. Despite this betrayal, Hirokore denounced his ties to Zenos and to Garlemald, standing against them and beside Tsuruhime, who would eventually fall back into love with him.