Z'mhiva "Flick" Tia

About Me

Hello there! I’m Hunk, a 29 year old, black, nonbinary sapphic who’s gradually getting back into RP. I’m very new to the FFXIV RP scene specifically and so am doing my best to learn and observe and adjust.If you'd like to RP, feel free to send me a DM on Bluesky, a Tell in FFXIV, or walk up and talk if you find me at a venue!

Guidelines

-21+ ONLY, both IC and OOC. Minors DNI at all.
- RP Tag on? Walk Up & Talk is OK!
- Light flirting IC is OK!
- If you don't get a chance to RP with me in game, you can try to contact me on Bluesky!
- Not looking for ERP-- it would take us knowing each other for quite a while for that to be put on the table.
- In-Character Romance isn’t completely off the table, but that would take time as well and lots of communication OOC. For consideration for romance, both you and your character must be 25+.
- Speaking of OOC, when it comes to bigger plots and/or heavier content, let’s talk about it! I want to make sure everyone is on the same page as much as possible. Both of us being comfortable is my highest priority.
- No hate of any kind will be tolerated, nor will any fetishization.
-I’m black and so is Z’mhiva; please do not use food to refer to him and his skin tone. (It’s happened to me before. Repeatedly.)
- That being said, my character and I are two different people. Please keep this in mind at all times.

Preferences

Timezone: I'm in EST, but I have no problem working with other timezones! Let's work together to find what works best for us!
Medium: In-game/Discord Para/Mixed
- I’m quite flexible with where and how! Although for long-term threads and/or replies of 3 or more paras at a time, I do prefer Discord. We can always discuss and find common ground!
Looking For : friends, slice of life, heavier plots/themes, casual conversation, silly moments, adventures, fight scenes, lengthy relationships (mostly platonic), rivalries, continuous/lengthy plot lines, developing narratives, AUs and more! I love both planning and spontaneity so let's have fun with it.
Shipping : At present, Z'mhiva is multiship and each romantic relationship with another person's OC will be contained within its own universe. Exceptions may be made if extensive talking and communication is had, but do not go in with this being the expectation.
Moon: Z'mhiva is paired to moon so if we've talked before and you'd like to see how he actually looks in-game, feel free to ask!

Profile

Personality: Z’mhiva Tia is a laid-back sort of man with one foot always grounded in reality. A man who smiles so often that in his early 30’s, crows feet are already beginning to form at the corners of his eyes. Yet he is not one to be underestimated despite his friendly demeanor; he is no stranger to conflict. Not one to start trouble, he sure is one to end it if need be. In a fight, his movements remain graceful, effortless on the outside, but are driven by calculation and observation on the in. It’s all in the “Flick.”He’s known to help out friends, and even people around the Shroud and Thanalan if he’s known them long enough, at no extra charge—even if it involves a bloody knuckle or two. And while he may not always seek out company, if it comes his way he’s more than happy to welcome it and engage.Beneath his earnestness, if you’re able to get close enough, is a man driven to do more for others than he ever has for himself. The only lies that pass his lips are the ones that say “I’m fine.” And past the good-natured sincerity is a pain that reaches deep, that aches, and perhaps if he does more, more, more, the past can be re-written. Remedied. Redeemed.

Background

CW: Death, Injury, Implied Depression
Childhood:
Z’mhiva Tia was born to Sun Seeker parents in La Noscea spending most his younger years growing up amongst the beaches and daring cliffsides. In fact, it's where he first began to train in a way; his older brother, Z'mova, would take him on climbs when watching him, starting with only letting him wtch until he got old enough for smaller hills. With each year, Z'mhiva grew stronger, as did the bond between brothers.Then, around the age of 13, their lives changed forever.It started out normally, routine. Lots of quips and backtalk, all in good fun and competition. At this point, they had both worked up to steeper climbs, the chosen cliff blanketed with the rushing currents of a waterfall. Surrounding the pool at the bottom was a grove of magnolias, where often the two would make crowns for their mother--a frequent apology for being late to dinner.Almost to the top, and in a moment of overconfidence and distraction, Z'mhiva's foot approached an unstable ledge. Their brother pushed him over in time to avoid the slip. The younger of the two let out a curse in confusion, but the older just smiled and laughed. But another crumble reached both their ears moments later, and with shock painting its way across Z'mova's features, the older miqote began to fall.Z'mhiva caught him by the wrist before it went beyond his reach. His muscles blazed with the pain of it, entire body torn between keeping himself attached to the wall and staving off the slipping of his brother. Yet no matter how muche he struggled, it wasn't enough. Too much for a child to bear. In the end, both tumbled towards the rocks. They collided with the stone, angles different; Z'mhiva's arm snapped before he tumbled off and into the water.To this day, he doesn't remember who pulled him from the water. The memories pick up at the moment members of his family pulled Z'mova from the water. Z'mhiva was standing there by the pool, surrounded by the magnolias tickling against his legs. Muted shouts through the ringing in his ears. A woman's screams. A guilt weighing heavier than it should.Teenage to Adult Years:
After the years of grief that consumed both him and his family, time began to move. Z'mhiva threw himself into training, much more than before. When he got old enough, he moved to The Shroud and joined the Lancer's Guild to learn its ways. Fists weren't enough, he needed a weapon. Every skill, any advantage he could get. No one would ever suffer from his lack of strength again.Through the years, his mastery of the technicality behind lances and spears and their foundations became caluclated. So much so, doing them became as easy as breathing. Theory and application in instants. It eventually earned him the nickname "Flick" amongst the guildmembers, spreading to his clients, markets, and even parts of Thanalan once he started working there as well. He also garnered quite the reputation for helping out his friends, friendly faces, and even strangers if the time allowed. To most, it seemed like he was just a really sweet guy. And truth be told, he is, but at times it's a compulsion as well. A need to help others in a way that he wasn't able to for his brother. That' he'll never be able to. To some extent he's aware of this...but it still doesn't stop him.Now, in his early 30's, he takes on jobs ranging from mercenary work to gathering someone's runaway chickens, earning a living through his deeds. He has been no stranger to heartbreak, nor the highs of others' company, and would not dare dream of trading in either for peace in isolation.

A constant WIP, if we RP or make connections between our characters and you'd like yours to be added here, just let me know! Platonic, Familial, or Romantic!

Sholto de Bastille

Verse: All
Relationship: Mentor, Friend
The two of them met in a snowy landscape with Z'mhiva wounded on a job and a child to protect.
In the aftermath, hostilities pushed and pulled, Z'mhiva feeling as though his very soul were being prodded at. Not only that, but he could tell that something was...different about the elezen. Still, after being treated sharing drinks in the light of a warm fire, and laying parts of his heart bare, he found he'd...passed a test of a sorts. Trusted with secrets and strength of will proven, he was gifted a job stone for the art of the Dragoon and a new path to follow to fulfill his lifelong pledge along with it. Friendship seems to be blossoming between them, which Mhiva is ever glad for. Yet a feeling lingers--that the trajectory of his life has changed more than he could ever be aware of.

Cahir

Verse:
Relationship: Friend, Crush
A plucky viera that Z'mhiva met one day amongst the rolling hills of La Noscea. He'd found him a little outnumbered, a little outmatched, and decided to help without a second thought. The two ended up spending the rest of the day doing right by the dead and enjoying a shared meal as the sun set. They walked away with a budding friendship and and agreement to work together when they could. Though the more time they spend together, the more Z'mhiva finds his head filled with thoughts of the other man's laughter and the warmth of his smile. It's becoming all too clear to himself how the fondness continues to grow in his chest, and the memory of their kiss lingers. What he's not sure of, however, is what to do with it now that it's there.