Flesh anew, a deity's solemn journey

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False son of Ishgard.

JOURNEY THROUGH FFXIV

{{ There is no ending that will ever feel right. There will be no beginning that will ever feel whole.**It feels as if someone has once again lifted the veil.***Why does it feel like I've done this before? How do I stop the ache?* }}

I.ORIGINS

PRE- A REALM REBORN THRU HEAVENSWARD

Fragments of memories. That's what it's always felt like, what is fabricated and what is not he couldn't really tell you. From the beginning he couldn't even fully explain where he came from. His memories , ones that could be lies mind you, were filled with being placed in foreign darkness, different smells, different voices, and a cold cage that would rattle him around as he was passed from hand to hand. He would forget most of these transgressions, only able to grasp the concept of fear and smell of blood that would bless him with his clearest memory to date. A biting cold, angry voices and the smell of fire, the thumping of his heart , and nothing before warm arms wrapped around him, a face cover and neck wrap used as a blanket and the deep voice of a man who promised hm that he would be okay. That he would be safe now , and whispers of apologies that he must have been so frightened.
Alberic Bale would be the man that he would soon recognize to be the owner of that voice, his father from the very start. During a solitary scouting, a small Viera still with fuzz gracing his fragile form would become the only thing he would return home with. Joon'woo would not be given a proper name befitting his heritage until his later years, his Ishgardian name would take precedence as a formality to be blessed by Halone. Baptised under her holy gaze, in waters all too perfumed and somewhat stinging - he would be born again.
"Aurélien Lumière Bale" would be the name that would be his normal , the name that would be etched into his soul but not quite fit. Growing under the strict, often times heavy handed guidance of the Church , he would become devote to her light, devote to their cause, blinded even. His youth would be full of adventure, defiance but more importantly a place to protect and lay his life down for. Something that he would dearly come to regret or perhaps even question.Branded with her holy mark,Aurélien's journey from a small viera with very little chance to survive turned to swearing his life to the Knights of the Ward. His teenage years spent away from his adopted father would be full of tragedy and fear as the Calamity would freeze over their home and reignite the blood between Dragon and Ishgardian. It would during the Dragonsong, he would fall into fugue states wandering farther from home, finding himself in parts of Eorzea that he had never thought he would see for himself.
There would be an urgency to invisible threads that would strangle him if he ignored them for far too long. Ultimately , his disappearance all together would lead to the assumption that he had become another casualty of the War.His time wandering the sights of Eorzea would open up questions , fill in lies and bring a new light to his life.
His attachment in the Waking Sands to the Scions, particularly Minfilia would bring him solace and healing something that he never knew existed beyond prayer. She would soothe aches that he never knew were so deeply bruised into his soul, the laughter she would leave him with and the warmth that he would ignite time and time again from that day forward. His loyalty having never waivered from her, even in death.Though he intended with every ounce of his being to end his life alongside her, he persisted knowing that she would have wanted justice for those who would be harmed by the actions of the coming war.

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II. LOST.

POST HEAVENSWARD THRU STORMBLOOD

It would not be the return to Ishgard, after what would occur in Ul' Dah or the new companions that would set spiraling thoughts into motion. It would be the sight of the Primals he would cross. The feeling of familiarity but dread, it was almost nauseating enough to force him into a tail spin creating a distance even further than before between himself and his adopted home. Rejoining the life that he once knew almost felt like the blind leading the blind. Each lie that the reigning body of Ishgard would spew about the people of Eorzea beyond their sheltered lives would bring him closer to the brink of insanity . His ties to loyalty, the ache of the scarring on the back of his neck would remind him that at one time he too believed that all the words and oaths he had taken up were to never be questioned.
His questionable behavior drawing attention from the elder Dragon and brood, as if already aware that he would find no peace, or comfort if the Viera stayed within the confines of Ishgard.
If it were not for the suggestion of Hraesvelgr, the push from Vidofnir he would have dismissed his doubts of his belonging. If it were not for a plea for help in the Far East that he would have gone back to his time rebuilding Ishgard alongside his Commander and childhood friend. Where he could have, would have sunk into a void of existing but not living.
The sail to the East, a calling that quelled the tug of those strings that stayed with him even now. A sense of home, of comfort and of lingering deja vu. It would be in the East that he would come to realize just where his roots had been all this time. His name, his loyalties all thrown into question with the simplest greeting and sudden recognition by his long ears and markings alone. As much as he finds himself at war with the son of Ishgard's heart there's an awakening that seeks out justification as to how he had come to become part of Coerthas in the first place. This journey will lead him into the darkest shadows of his beginnings, his tribe of Dal being the source of all the nightmares and distrust.
The Dal tribe, though reclused in the mountains of the upper mountains is known for trade, not just prominent trade but that which crosses the moral boundaries of man. Children , if proven to be overly abundant or male would be sold off to those passing through the rocky cliffs. The trade would be done through various methods, rumours would constantly spread, though there would be no true justice for those who have become lost to such actions.
The weathered terrain would prove as a challenge itself to make his way through but upon the village he would be forced into truths that would make even a grown man squeamish. If you would look closely you would miss them, in fact Joon'woo would atest that he had tripped over quite a few bumps himself. Come to terms with the knowledge that what they were was even worse. Bodies, and not just those of travelers that would try to break the silence on the tribe itself, but ones of the same variation like himself frozen against the cliffs, or half buried among the snow. All male of various ages. A sight , and realization that even here he was seen as unwelcomed and held with distaste and fear.The smell of blood, the lick of flames would snap him back to his senses as if awakened again, his surroundings filled with death and the faint ringing of voices. There, he would stand alone, surrounded by the bodies of elders in a temple that would bring back something bitter. He would admit that he felt nothing for them later on , that their deaths and the loss just did not exist. There were no tears for those who he would leave behind, the quiet return to his companions side would go unanswered, his disappearance into the East would not though. Being asked what was going through his mind, he could tell you it would be an out of body experience, like watching someone else autopilot your existence while you curl up in a ball in the darkness.

III. Puppet

POST STORMBLOOD THRU SHADOWBRINGERS

It would feel like a daze , how he walked around the East through his time there. Days of his disappearance would turn into weeks, and like clock work he would return to the Scions side. There would be something changed within him if you looked close
enough. A light would leave his eyes , the smile that once graced his features would
be met with a tight lipped recognition. Despite being reunited with his childhood brother in arms , Estinien during his solo leave, it would be a quiet moment.
The smell of fire still clinging to his clothing , knowing that the secret of what transpired in that valley of ice would be his sin to keep to his chest.
Yet the empathy for those lives did not mark him, he found himself almost relieved
as if he had done something that should not be judged by anyone but the Gods themselves. And if they should pass punishment unto him so be it.It's not long after that the liberation of Lyse's people will leave him feeling as if his whole meaning is reeling.

TLDR summation READ if you're lost.TLDR for those who don't want to skim over this whole thing. Joon'woo is not currently a deity , he has awoken memories and behaviors of Dalnim but he is ultimately the heart of the deity that has given up his sovereign . He is still blessed by the moon's love and still holds his memories and former life to his heart . He also is recognized while upon the Moon, but ultimately has given up that life in order to protect the people he's become fond of.
He walks the star as a new life, a rebirth and redemption from the loss and loneliness that he had accumulated over the millennia that he has lived. Though he does have physical traits and can appear as his former body , he has all but lost the true intensity of his former reign.He still inherited the abilities from the blessing of Hydaelyn, his dearest friend Venat. But he is not a WOL. The lore below details more about his past life and how he became JOON'WOO CHEON. Please read if you truly want the full effect but please also don't make assumptions he's god modded or somehow still the deity he used to be. Recognized as such , but holding no real merit beyond the myth.PLEASE ASK before you make bold assumptions and or decide to mock his lore

Brother Moon.

Dalnim, brother of the sister sun (Haenim) he who protected his sister from life in the dark .
His love for her leaving him in the darkness to protect those like him, while his sister dances in the day light beloved and welcomed. Sovereign to the Moon , he who illuminates the night sky.
Before, he knew true worship , admiration and devotion, centuries before the creation of the Dal Tribe the ones that would be born in the Far East, far before
the conception of Eorzea's Unification, in the Source. His people were that of devote and recluse, the temples decorated in the blood
red coloring and filled with embellishments. His reign over them would not be one of peace without consequence
and sacrifice. A being of heightened vanity and selfish desires they would misconstrue his suffering and fall as something of vile creation only for a similar fate to befall them.

THIS IS GOING TO BE HEAVY SPOILERS.And no this isn't debateable so either turn away or Leave Dalnim Joonie alone.

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I. Prelude to the forgotten.

It was the many voices that once sounded like a chorus that one by one would fall silent.
It wasn't natural to watch the world you once held in the palm of your hand split into so many pieces with war and disaster.
It wasn't natural for you to be led astray and yet no amount of reasoning would seem worth his time to vocalize.Days of laughter , days of light, days of warming himself in the Elpis sun while he sat amongst those that at one time loved him. Faces that he at one time knew so well and remembered the canter of their tone. The way that he felt when the Star felt as if they had it all collapsing into fear and irritation. There would be nights laid against a warm body would not soothe. Nights that he would find himself still feeling the tension that was beginning to bubble to the surface as the Convocation spoke among themselves.The secrecy that drove a pit into his stomach. The anger that would rise up in his throat at those he held dearest pulling back from him and turning him away . It was the resentment of the talk among themselves that felt as if they had sealed his fate even without his consent.Then came the first solution. To reduce the damage already caused, first came Zodiark , for a short gleaming
moment he could see the world at peace once more. The Calamities , the turmoil , the pain and death ceasing. But that would
only last so long before
there would arise another question in the back of the minds of the
ones who bit their tongue for far too long. "Would this be a permanent solution , or a temporary bridging to the end?"
Once again , he found himself silent, tongue bitten, head turned away as the Ascians fought amongst themself.
The voice of one against the voice of many ,
a soft lark of a plea that would grace his ears and make his stomach swirl as another being would rise to power.
Hydaelyn would become the saint of light, the hope that would pierce through the doom.
Another primal that would rise to power and be worshipped, erasing the gods of old
the ones before - becoming the almighty alongside her counterpart who would be at
constant war , back and forth they would go before he too would become far too much .
The larken call of a voice that pled with him to see the solution for what it was , that it would only bring him pain and to leave now before he could become entangled with those he once held dearest to his chest.
Zodiark and the one that he once knew as Themis would be no more. That the afterglow of their work, their 'solution' would dull and the beautiful world, Elpis and Amaurot would be nothing but a lingering fragmented dream that at one time felt so real.
There would be a call to him, a plea by an old friend to stand at her side, to understand that she wished to put an end to it all and to bring them peace. That she could not bear to watch their selfish desires break apart others in hopes that they would once again rise and live among each other again.
The imprisonment of Zodiark would be under his guidance, despite his efforts to resist, a shared request between himself and the woman named Mephina whom shared the realm of his sovereign ,
his home used in ways that he had never intended or allowed.
All would be quiet, for the resentment would bubble over quickly ,
whispers of your favor for those weak and whimpering .
The whispers of those who who saw Dalnim's hand in this matter to be an act of defiance and
backhanded in nature, a selfish act that would only light the fire of targeted betrayal later on down the centuries. That his loss of the man that he had loved, and the beings that he once found comfort in the endless cycle of eternity would soon become his greatest heartbreak and sin.With the snap, and a blinding light , the world you once knew would be split into pieces, Thirteen shards, each different, leaving him to watch in agony as it unfolded, a doomed
timeline as one by one each shard would
they fell prey to that beloved wish of the Rejoining .A concept that would be disgusting to most of the old deities , once travelers , friends of the woman named Venat, fed up with playing friendly among the unwarranted deaths and
false promises. One by one , he would find their voices questioned, one by one he would be left behind. One by one, day by day turning to centuries turning the clock time and time again before he realized he stood in his kingdom in darkness that felt all too cold.

"Joon'Woo Cheon"

It wouldn't come as a thought until well into his eyes cast downwards at the sight of the First engulfed in an everlasting light wouldn't come as a thought until he would be graced with the prayers of a voice that he did not recognize. The warriors of Darkness, as they would be known back then would speak to him.
With earnest.
With integrity
With kindness and hope to one day be able to see the light of the moon as they had heard about since they were young. The loudest voice being of the woman called Minfilia, a ward of Hydaelyn who would be kinder than Dalnim would have ever expected out of someone with such a sad fate. He would listen to her hum on most days, talk to the sky and wish for the stars you would read about. He would listen to her worries, to her hopes and to her fears but more so he would listen to the voices around her that would praise her for being Hydaelyn's closest and chosen.
A pawn. The broken piece of a woman that he once cared for so deeply and watched fall into madness with the heaviest responsibility on her back.
That was what the truth of the matter was and he knew it all too well. He had seen her more than this one time, each world held a different Minfilia, each one would fall to the same fate and again, time after time he would watch her die in front of him powerless, sickened and angered with each passing result. It was almost a game to the Ancients that would be in charge of the devastation , almost like an experiment that had no ending results .His attention would draw closer, even leading him to take part of walking among them in the First. Taking the form of that of a young Vii who would watch carefully as the Warriors of light would gather one by one, each story full of hope , full of loss and of longing that at one time in his being did not matter. What changed in him couldn't be said for sure but, perhaps it was curiosity that these beings could become something of a lesson . Perhaps it was his draw to the Warrior Ardbert that soon became an infatuation despite never once telling him his true name. A romance that would be short lived, passionate but often times leaving a cold residual ache. Because he knew. In the end he knew that the ending would play like a badly written melody that buzzed in his ears. Perhaps it was something he was not ready to face, but what ever the case may be. It was soon to be his downfall as well , his final moment of staying still and out of the way.The Eternal flood taking over the First would lead Dalnim to choices that he would not make on a short whim. This choice would be made out of desperation , if not a bit of selfishness that still resided openly to others. After watching Minfilia and the Warriors struggle with the onslaught of the waxing end, he would disappear. Unable to say goodbye, unable to break his own heart under the weight of knowledge that he would once again be left to his doomed eternal life in the darkness of the moon's shadow.The rumors of scholars would state he took his own life, a sacrifice that would leave the Moon without a Master. A way to keep the Ancients from using him to unlock their God from his prison. That he had made a sacrifice out of his loyalty to Hydaelyn and it was something to be sung of praise.Others would say that he was a coward, a selfish being that could not give a damn about the people that would be harmed in his wake.That he was a monster, one complacent in the sundering of worlds, that he would always be known as a demon among gods. Just like the Ancients he once called his kin.It would be far from the truth of course, taking a leaf from the book that he had read over and over again so many times that it was not a swift choice. Seal himself away in a being, a reborn creature that would carry his heart and his love, his anguish and his sins. Be reborn into a world that perhaps he had a chance of actually saving, not as Dalnim any longer no that being had lost his soul to the cry of voices that echoed and haunted him.He would lay carrying the small amount of light, hope and love that would give birth to a whole new life. One that would masquerade with a mortal shell, live among those who may still hear of his name and sovereign. The piece of him that wouldn't let the tragedies consume him , nor steal his legacy from him out of punishment. Born of the love he held for the Warriors, it would carry over, stronger than it had been before.Thus, one day centuries later, a small Viera would be found and placed in the arms of a young barely adult Hyur named Alberic Bale. Barely breaching his twenties, he would find a small fur covered, trembling and nearly frozen Viera in a cage to be sold. Despite knowing his standing he would wrap him in a blanket , would carry him not knowing what it meant to be a father much less care for such an outsider and he would love him. He would love him as if his life depended on it, for in that moment, the vulnerable hand of the heart of Dalnim reached out to the first thing that made him start to awaken.
Though he would not take to that awakening for most of his childhood, much less his adult years, though given an Ishgardian heritage blessing, he would come to be known as"JOON'WOO CHEON"
To the east, translated as One Blessed by the Divine Moon's Heaven.

There will be Blood

Cornering someone who's already starting to fall apart at the seams is already a foolish idea. Cornering Joon'woo while the light has already left his eyes is a death sentence. Bounty or not , deserter or not, don't expect him to stand down if you choose to engage.

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・Will NOT , roleplay anything 21+ with Lala. will NOT SHIP with anyone under 18-21.
・Canon romances , and familial ties stay in place until dissolution. You will not take over that timeline if you are placed in an AU timeline with him or romance.
AU ROMANCES WILL BE MULTIVERSE. PLEASE CONFIRM WITH ME
・I primarily will want to do long / short roleplay on discord . I have 20+ years of roleplay under my belt.
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・Any and all NPCs I've written with Joonie's lore are free to help re-write for interaction and their comfort and interpretation . But please respect Joon's story too he is NOT a WOL. If your character is dead they can easily be written as div. from the plot.ON LORE AND JOONIE
Joonie's lore will not be fully compliant with FFXIV Eorzean lore. This being, I wanted my nationality and my heritage to be reflected, as well as my own IRL adoption and my own interests.
His lore is constantly undergoing changes and will always be up for improvement as I continue my play through with him and my feelings change.If you have a problem with him being a deity, remember that he is not the FIRST deity to walk among mortals. FFXIV Lore has proven that.NO , Dalnim was not the single handed being that created all eight of the Calamities but he did have a HAND in listening to Venat/ Hydaelyn's plea and request allowing Zodiark to be locked within his kingdom.He is of the EAST and of Korean descent. The story of Brother Moon , and Sister Sun originates from the Jeju Islands Folklore.
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