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♥The Phantom of Eorzea♥

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤHOBBIESㅤㅤㅤㅤ

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤABOUTㅤㅤㅤㅤ

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Sharp, keen eyes and with an even sharper sense of self, this Miqo'te is seemingly more than a simple bartender but would immediately and graciously deny otherwise. The man is well versed in his job and would do it well and is always eager to be a listening ear to any and all patrons that would grace his presence. Yet, something lingers underneath. Wriggling and uneasy. A shifting not so easily grasped or understood as if the Miqo'te doesn't truly understand the conditions or rules set by this realm named Eorzea. The bartender mostly keeps to himself and prefers others open up to him instead. Not much is known about the man's private life, other than on various occassions Naru simply.. disappears for moons on end with no trail to speak of and when he would return, his eyes shimmer brighter and overall his demeanor, overtly eager and ravenous.

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤUNCOMMONㅤㅤㅤㅤ

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The vessels Naru inhabits are ones the phantom had carefully and meticulously chosen. A body taken and then forged by a pact and currently one made not so long ago. One where-in the phantom took complete control of its willing 'client'. It is unknown if anything remains of such the man but Naru has not heard such whispers from them for some time. As a being from another realm and existence, the phantom prefers to remain rather.. truer to himself; a shade. A ghost and one that haunts quietly but desire always tends to find such a spirit and Naru is not one to hesitate in changing their form or rather, choosing another vessel. Desperate and hungry do his clients always find Naru and who was he to deny them?

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤBACKSTORYㅤㅤㅤㅤ

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It was raining, the day his mother died. Sweeping mists and winds, howling at the windows and causing them to shudder. Inside, Naru wept. He pulled with tight fists at the sheets that were still warmed from her body. He would not touch her, could not. Could not touch the chill that had come to her now bluish beautiful skin. A shadow appeared in the doorway. A man. Tall and in his wake, a smaller form. Ears, much like Naru's sat on each of their heads. Tails, like his, hung unmoving behind them. "Get out." Father's voice was stern and against the storm outside, hard to hear. But also, deafening. Words unknown bubbled and caught in Naru's throat and he sputtered. He couldn't leave her. She was all he had left. His brother said nothing but Naru saw his eyes. Bright like his own and of the same shade. Still yet were they so different from his in so, so many ways. Maybe he was the only one who could see that. His brother had been born so strong. Able and smart, quick and agile. Each task was so easy for him to accomplish and with each prize came the immediate response from father. Naru wasn't any of those things. Sick. Frail. Always weak and always hungry for his father's words that were never offered. Praise that was not his own. Not earned. His mother had seen Naru's worth. Loved him. Strong fingers gripped at Naru's arm, flinging him from the bed. That hardened voice rang out again, low but insistent. "Get out." Naru had never realized blood was so thick and how heavy it ran. The pact had been a simple one. He knew, all this time, that he had been blamed for her death. How, in having him delivered, had caused her decline to the grave. Not his brother. Not his father. Now they both were as gil jingling in the pouch at his side. Crimson, paid in full. Naru could feel the shadowed presence at his side. It urged him, strengthing bone and muscle. It fed him, as he had just fed it. The first of many meals. The pact had been a simple one.