@Phobos Ilungian

What do you do when your clan gets wiped out? You change your name and start a new life. Originally of the Hotgo tribe, now under Oschon’s guidance, this jeweler is always on foot exploring the world, be it for new material or simply the sights.

PROFILE
Name: Phobos Magnus Amaranth Ilungian
Race: Xaela Au'RaGender: MalePronouns: He/himInterests: Books, Dance, Adventuring, GamblingAge: 30Sexuality: BisexualDescription: Dark blue hair, can be long or short. Tanned skin. Bright blue eyes. Black scales like every other Xaela male save for the ears. Toned body. Tall. Prefers to wear purple colour and suits.Personality: Quiet and observant, tends to be grumpy, wary of strangers. Even harder to become his friendOccupation: Court/Host. Male IdolJobs: Host. Adventurer for Hire. - Former Pirate Captain

Roleplay Hooks

WU/T are welcome! Let me make it easier for you by presenting you some hooks to catch Pho‘s attention.

  • Easy & Common:

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  • Adventurer Stories: The world is full of adventurers, no matter if warrior of light or a simple worker on the docks. Everyone got their story, let’s settle down and share some.

  • Anything regarding Hunting: From Hunting Grounds, to hunting methods and techniques. Monster Loot and new Beast discoveries. Phobos is always willing to learn more and also educate other hunters about his findings. While often hunting alone, information is key in a good preparation.

  • Books: Gib. Gib books. If you don’t find this lizard sweating and bleeding on the battlefield, you will find him roaming around in libraries. Curled up in a corner surrounded by books for as long as his time allows it. Especially Romantasy books. Sucker he is.

  • Food: Feed this man. He will love you forever. There is nothing he loves more than food. Well, maybe 2 things. But! It’s very high on his list. Share your food with him and you got his interest right away.

  • Fighting: Always itching under his skin, the bloodlust for this one keeps him in his prime. Only ever so rarely will he deny the call of a fight. Seeing it not only as a challenge but more so as an opportunity to learn, be it a new potential fighting style, a certain technique or just to blow off steam sometimes. Need a sparing partner? You got yourself one.

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  • Rare but possible:

  • Void Research: Are you in business with void creatures? Especially the Voidsent kind for Reapers? Carrying a Reaper stone himself Pho‘s companion is one of the more troublesome kind. To the point Pho wants to end the contract. But it’s a complicated situation. He will gladly take advice but won’t talk about it right from the bat. It’s a very touchy subject to him and trusting others in it, is an even harder task for him.

  • Limsa Underworld & Pirate Life: The Pirate life didn’t just leave an impression on Phobos, but he left a mark in that world as well. From doing normal pirate things, like sailing around the world, messing about in taverns and gaining riches, in the Limsa Underworld Phobos, under his alias 'Am‘, made himself a name as one of the greatest people trafficker there was. Gathering 'Wares', selling them and transporting them. Elders, adults and children, sold into slavery. Are you an escaped slave that wants revenge? A former trade partner? Or a bounty hunter trying to bring him to justice. Phobos left the pirate life behind him, but the world doesn’t forget.

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  • Xaela only:

  • -Dotharl: Despite caring the name Ilungian, Phobos was born as Hotgo and does carry the blood with pride. Because of the secluded life in the northern parts of the Steppe his close family survived the massacre of the Dotharl, his distant relatives weren’t so lucky. A family of 36 was reduced to 6. He himself was not present in the Steppe as it happened but is fully aware of it. He will meet any confirmed Dotharl with hostility. No matter if adult or child. If given the chance, anywhere outside of Reunion, he will attempt ridding the world of them.

  • -Hotgo: Any Hotgo member is seen as family, even more so after their numbers have been so horrendously reduced. He is always willing to help a fellow Hotgo out. Be it sanctuary, food, money or otherwise. He is glad for any living Hotgo soul he still gets to meet.

Basic Overview

Phobos is a Xaela Au Ra with a lean, muscled build and striking blue eyes, one of which is now clouded with a milky white film and often hidden beneath an eye patch. He wears his various scars with a quiet pride, a testament to his years of hardship and adventure. Phobos is a silent and reserved man, a stark contrast to the boisterous nature of his tribe. He prefers solitude and reflection, his thoughts often lost in the memories of his past.Motivation and Goals:Phobos, despite his quiet nature, harbors a deep yearning for a life beyond the Steppe. He feels an insatiable curiosity about the world beyond his tribe's nomadic existence. This desire drives him to explore, learn, and experience all that life has to offer, even if it means leaving behind everything he knows.Significant Events:Early Life:Born into the Hotgo tribe, Phobos was raised amongst the harsh beauty of the Azim-Steppe. He was a quiet child, finding solace in the quiet solitude of crafting intricate jewelry from the bones and stones he found. He was close to his sisters, especially the younger one, who he often gifted his creations. He learned the ways of the tribe, mastering the art of survival and the use of the bow. Which in later hindsight would be the very first weapon he learned to master out in the world of Eozera.Leaving the Steppe:Phobos's yearning for a wider world grew stronger with each passing year. He yearned for knowledge, adventure, and the chance to test his skills beyond the confines of the Steppe. When a traveling merchant arrived at the tribe, Phobos saw his opportunity. He traded his most prized creations for a sword and a saddle, and with a heavy heart, left the only home he had ever known.Adventures and Loss:The world outside the Steppe was vast and exhilarating, but it was also unforgiving. Phobos embraced the challenges, honing his skills and learning new ways of survival. However, life on the road was brutal. He fought monsters, faced treacherous landscapes, and encountered both kindness and cruelty in equal measure. During a particularly fierce battle, Phobos lost his right eye and suffered numerous scars, but he survived.Finding Peace:After years of relentless travel, the constant struggle and bloodshed took a toll on Phobos. He longed for a place to settle, to find a semblance of peace. He chose Shirogane, a bustling city with a rich cultural heritage, where he could finally rest and pursue a quiet life.

Relationships:Family: Phobos remains close to his sisters, especially his younger one, who he still sends precious gifts from his travels. He holds a deep respect for his tribe, though he understands his decision to leave has caused them some pain.
Fellow Adventurers: Phobos forged several bonds with fellow adventurers throughout his travels, forming a network of friends and allies. He values their trust and camaraderie, but he always maintains a certain distance, preferring solitude to boisterous companionship.
The People of Shirogane: Having found a sense of belonging in Shirogane, Phobos has forged friendships with the locals. He enjoys the company of those who appreciate his craftsmanship and quiet disposition, finding comfort in their respect and understanding.
Growth and Change:Phobos's journey has been marked by a constant evolution. He has grown from a shy, introspective craftsman into a quiet warrior, hardened by the trials of the world. He has learned to embrace the unknown, to trust his instincts, and to find strength in solitude. His scars serve as a reminder of his past struggles and his resilience, shaping him into the man he is today. Despite his quiet demeanor, Phobos possesses a profound empathy for those who have suffered. He understands the pain of loss and the yearning for something more, a wisdom that he carries with him as he embraces his new life in Shirogane.


Family

Rasputin & Azula

Rasputin Hotgo & Azula Ilungian, my parents. Where to even start?——Azula Ilungian;My mother has always been the driving force of our family. The matriarch ruling with an iron fist. You name it, she did it. Always having a wall of ice around her and her heart I have never seen this woman smile in my entire life.This woman may be the shortest female I have ever seen and yet if she wanted, she could make kingdoms fall. She raised all five of her children by herself, she handled trading at the market, negotiating hunting grounds, taught us, trained us. She may not have loved us like a normal mother would, but she prepared us for life.Originally she too, was from the Hotgo tribe. I remember the few occasions when we traveled up north to the highest mountains of the Azim Steppe where snow would lay all year. To visit our grandmother. It was a frigid, isolated place. And yet my grandmother is the warmest, most kindest female I ever got to meet. She was the one who taught us kids about our origin.It was such a strong contrast with my mother that even to this day I don’t understand why she turned out the way she did. But perhaps the reason, is my father.——Rasputin Hotgo;Or 'The useless bag of scales' as I nickname him. According to Nyx, my oldest sister, our father used to be the personification of Azim himself. Warm, welcoming, cheerful and always going above and beyond to make the people around him happy. He supposingly was so warm that it even melted my mothers heart.By the time I was old enough to remember, there was nothing of this supposingly warm male left.The earliest memories I have of my father is seeing him tinkering with ores and gems. Creating charms, jewelry and trinkets in the back of our tent. Wanting to learn about this man, trying to get closer to him, my 6 year old self began to copy him. Trying my hand at crafting too. I had no talent and yet I was prideful and laid it in front of my father to let him inspect that irregular triangle shape of a half broken dreamcatcher twined with the splinter bones from last nights dinner.He stopped in his work and I thought I had finally done it. He inspected it as if it was the most delicate piece of ice. Over and over he twisted and turned it. To at last throw it into the trash without hesitation and went back to his work.Not a single word was spoken. And yet, the fact that he had taken those precious seconds to inspect my work, made me go back and try again. Not to impress him, but out of sheer spite.


The Sisters

Nyx Cassiopea Melodia Ilungian - The oldestThe first born and as result oldest sibling. When Deimos and I were born she was already ten years of age. She was held to all the expectations of a first born, carrying responsibility from the moment she was on this world. I did not envy her for it, too many times did I see her struggle and suffer from the strain that came with the weight of being the eldest. Nyx had always been the more calculating one, never once did she pick a fight she couldn’t win. She followed right into our mothers footsteps, becoming her protégée, but unlike mom, Nyx never lost her heart.Her strength is negotiations and trade, finding her friends in scrolls, books and numbers Nyx may not be the most social and warm person you will ever meet, but she gets the job done. A trait I always admired her for. But truth be told, I think if this woman ever were to marry anyone, it would be a book.Mother brought her into the family business early on, by the age of fourteen Nyx was already overseeing our finances. She has a brain like no other. My sister travels around the world quite frequently, in effort to securing our family contracts and increasing our wealth. But don’t let that fool you, she is kept on a short leash, always having to report back to our mother. She is still the first born as such having to carry our tribes legacy lays on her shoulders more than anyone elses.Growing up however, even with her packed schedule. This teenager always managed to find time for her siblings. She never made us feel like a burden nor disregarded us as something lower because we were younger. While it was mainly —- who raised Deimos and me, Nyx was the one who felt more like a mother to us than our actual one. We came to her when we had sorrows, she was the one who patched us up when we got into a scuffle. Nyx helped us whenever she could. Even when I don’t see her a lot these days, I love and adore my sister more than words could ever describe. She has my utter respect.


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The second daughter of our family and the biggest free spirit you may ever get to meet. The complete opposite to Nyx, I heard mother once even wonder if she hadn’t been switched after birth with another child. She is as carefree as they come, time is a foreign concept to her and she exploits the means of not having to carry the family burden by any means necessary. I wouldn’t call her a slacker even when she does give that impression to many. My sister with her consistent calm and airheaded attitude often served as negotiation bridge in family conflicts. From what I can remember she had never lost her temper once. Which in itself was often a scary thought.She was six when my brother and I were born and as you can imagine with her attitude towards life, being raised by her was anything but aiding on our path to be fighters. It was eventually so far our of bounds that Deimos and I began teaching ourselves.


Calypso Messura Alphira Ilungian - The youngest

Caly, our youngest sister and last child of our family. She was born when Deimos and I were seven and as family tradition commands, it was us who had to raise our sister. As we were still in our preparation to learn the skills of hunting ourselves, Caly joined us in that task very soon. Early on developing a spirit for the fight and trading in her toys for a childrens axe. Swinging it like a maniac from the moment she got it. Not like Deimos and I were helping that behaviour, taking her with us on hunts wherever we went.Out of all our siblings, she was the one we spent the least amount of time with. Only able to be by her side for four years, before my brother and I went on our journey. And then on and off for the two years I was occasionally home before the Heavensturn Incident. She is regrettably the one I know the least about. The last thing I remember about her, was the sheer hatred and dread in her eyes for me. She is a fighter and I have no doubts if given the opportunity she will kill me.


Deimos - The Twin

Deimos Repien Aéthrum Ilungian

Deimos, my brother. My twin. My best friend, My, everything.In a world where everything just felt against you, he was the one who was always by my side. From the day we were born he and I were inseparable. A shining star who never let life best him, and yet, he was an idiot. An absolute nutjob and he was never the brightest tool on the belt, but he had wit. Everything he did, he did with heart. When someone needed a helping hand, he was the first one to aid, no questions asked. People loved him and he loved them.We never cared which one of us was older or younger, it didn’t matter to us. We grew up together, trained together. I just…My brother was one in a million, his skills in hand to hand combat were unmatched. At the age of 8 this boy he could take down a Gulo Gulo all by himself.From the moment the two of us could walk, we caused double trouble for everyone around us, much to the dismay of our family. In our family, it is tradition that the previously born sibling raises the new arrival as such my brother and I were the bane of existence to our second oldest sister.

She did try, somewhat, and somehow he and I did manage to live up to our 9th year of life. By then we knew how to fight, how to kill an animal and take it apart. We at least had the uppermost basics along our instincts. Which was something we desperately needed. Before we were to see our double digits, we would need to make it through the Blood Rite.


His own family

Drippy

'Emergency Drinking Water‘

This little guy has been with me for years at this point. Having found him in a box while exploring Matoyas basement, this bubble has stuck to my side ever since. And I heavily believe I am a horrendous influence for him.Drippy‘s are known for one major thing. Their water magic. With their little staff they create bubbles, fountains, streams. Whatever Hydro was, Drippys can create. Well, mine eventually laid his magic staff aside. You see, once I began my hunter life style, killing various massive beasts with a giant warrior axe, he wanted to join the fun. Before I knew it, this guy had his own personal little axe which he now swings around without hesitation. Like father, like son? I was concerned at first, but, he seems happy. And his war dance is adorable.When at home, Drippy lives in the bathtub, the water to a cool 12*C. He prefers cooler water rather than hot. Floating about happily until the next adventure.

Khadan Gharl

'Princeling'

You know when you just, accept life? That nothing will ever change and you just go on about your day to day basics. And then, you meet this guy.It was meant as a simple trade-in. Get rid of your old gear, get the scrips for it and try yourself on lootboxes. Yeah little did I know that on this day I would end up with more than GC seals. And he is a force. Much different than any beast or monster I ever fought. Charisma? On point. Open heart? There. A running mouth? Oh yes. It left me still to wonder to this day. Why me?What had made me so special in his eyes that he decided to remain? I, still don't have the answer to that to this very day.

'The Hotgo Tribe are a tribe of Auri Xaela recently massacred by the Dotharl.The only members surviving are those who left the tribe to travel on their own and were not present during the killing. The Hotgo were known for their vibrant face paints which members would constantly change depending on their current mood.Distinguished by their blue hair, the Hotgo creation myth tells of two children—a boy and a girl—to whom they trace their ancestry. It is said that this couple emerged from the belly of a steel giant in days of yore holding a curious black stone that glowed at the touch of a hand.'

The Hotgo & The Ishgardians

Before the Hotgo tribe made their way to the Azim-Steppe, their origin stems, while hidden, from the land of New-Sharlayan. Because of the location, interactions with the then still dragon fearing Elezens from Ishgard were often an interfering matter.While never aggressive against the Ishgardians at the start, the Elezens fear of the dragons and their belief that Au Ra‘s to be related to them, caused for extreme and tragic matters to occur. Soon the Hotgo tribe found itself in frequent fights for survival. Over the years many Hotgos

The Blood Rite

The Blood Rite happens each year in deep winter with hundreds entering the area of conifer forests and ravines around the highest mountain in the frozen north of the Azim Steppe. It is believed that the tradition of the Blood Rite is a precesor to the Nadaam nowadays. The Rite is a preferred method of the older northern tribes who believe that Nadaam in itself is not harsh enough. The novice-warriors lack weapons and magic during the trial. The only supplies they have are the clothes on their back. Novice-warriors from the same camp are split up when they start. They have one week to reach the peak of the mountain, scale its side by hand, and touch the onyx monolith at the top to pass.—Titles—
Where the warriors are when it ends sorts them into one of the three echelons of warrior, named after the ancient stars:
Arktosian, -the ones who don't make it to the mountain but survive;
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Oristian, -the ones who make it to the mountain but don't reach the top;
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Carynthian, -the ones who scale the summit and are considered elite warriors.
———The area around the mountain is closed the rest of the year to prevent novices from scouting the area to give themselves an advantage. It is generally considered unacceptable by Xaela for outside forces to interfere with the Rite.During this time, novices must survive exposure, the creatures of the mountains, and each other as they race against time. Many Xaela who enter the rite often kill each other for food, clothes, vengeance, or glory.
Old feuds are played out, new ones born, and scores settled. Indeed, the Blood Rite offered a release for the dangerous tension within the northern Xaela community. It was better to settle it in the Rite than risk civil war.
———History
At some point, Azim drew a line in the dirt and held the ground against enemy hordes at the Pass on the mountain. He died after defending the Pass for three days. He climbed with his guts hanging out to the sacred stone at the top and died there. The Blood Rite is done in his honor and the Pass was named "Pass of Azim" after him.
———Phobos & Deimos were allowed to perform the Rite despite their status as crossbreed and age. The Blood Rite is meant to be done by young adolescents at the age of 17. At the age of 9 the twins were the youngest participants to ever note, as it was their mother Azula with her heritage of the frozen north, who forced their participation, Each started the Rite at a different location in the mountains, however, the two managed to find each other and survive together. They were the first to reach the onyx monolith that year.The horrors which those two faced in that week, from being hunted by their peers for sport, to fending for themselves against the monsters of the mountain and the very barebones of their own survival, left the twins not only with a deepened survival instinct but also a new mentality. Trust no one but your brother.


The Brothers Journey

The year after The Blood Rite, Deimos and I were thrown out of the tent by our mother. Tasked to go out in the world and return when we learned something new. With our youngest sister growing space was getting tight. Only 11 years old by then and still on the high after our Rite, Deimos and I were confident in our abilities, so confident we decided to split up for this journey.Even years after, this, is the biggest regret I still hold to this day. We should have never parted. Either stayed or gone together. Do you still remember the red colour of that evening sky? Like, the whole world was burning right before our eyes. Back when we made a promise, our words carrying off into the wind. We held each other tight back then. We both waved at each other, saying 'See you soon another time!’ when I headed east to Kugane and you headed west further into the land.You told me when you left me, that I‘d be fine all on my own. And you were so confident, like always. When those 3 years were over and we saw another again. I knew something had happened. Let alone the voidsent you had at your side, it were those shadows in your eyes that were more haunting than anything. And yet I let you talk yourself out of it. You kept that mask up so well despite me knowing something was horrendously wrong.But I was young, dumb, just happy to be home and reunited with my brother. Nothing else mattered for me. And with my improved bow skills and Deimos‘s new Reaper fit, we dominated every fighting ring there was. No matter which challenge we faced, we beat it.The confidence grew again and soon it was as if we were never apart.

The Heavensturn incident

On the day of the celebration, Deimos and I were ordered into the grand palace of Nald‘thal themselves. The twins holding a fight for the twin god on the day of Heavensturn. An honour, as we believed back then. How foolish we had been. Blinded by honour and fame. After so many successful fights, Deimos and I believed to be on the pinnacle of success and that there be no enemy we couldn’t vanquish together.It was supposed to be a fight like any other. Three rounds, the first two the build up, the third the grand finale.On that particular day, as we were making our preparations for battle, Deimos and I each had our own individual chamber. It was not unusual it did happen on occasion. What I didn’t know, I wasn’t alone. Wherever that Elezen had come from, who he was or what he was, I still don’t know to this day. But this male had warned me. Told me that my brother would turn on me and kill me to claim Nald‘thals favor for himself.Of course I didn’t believe him. Why would my brother, my best friend with whom I bested the Blood Rite, with whom I fought side by side for years, try to harm me, let alone kill? People have tried to play us out against another before, falling for such a ridiculous scam would be ludicrous and I told the Elezen to get lost before I turn him into a practice dummy.The Elezen told me that in the first round I were to learn that my brother changed the rules. We wouldn’t fight two opponents together, we would fight another.The Elezen was right.When I entered the arena it was Deimos who faced me, thinking it was some clever rouse of my brother I played along. When we got close enough in our fight to hand-to-hand combat, Deimos asked what I thought of the surprise. We had fought against another plenty of times, but never in an official arena fight. Deimos reasoned it would make things more interesting and more worthy to remember.An unforgettable fight.The first round ended with the both of us earning some bruises, cuts and bleeds. A normal fight. It wasn’t long in my rest after the fight, until the Elezen made an appearance in my quarters again.Asking me how I liked to have been prepared, mocking me that I didn’t take the advantage of knowledge and killed my brother in the first round. Angered by his words I told him to fuck off, if all he was here to do was rely information to me about my brothers surprises, then he needs to find a better hobby. The Elezen did in fact, leave quickly after, but not before giving me another warning about the next fight.That this time, Deimos were to slice me open on the chest. He would apologize initially, saying it was an accident but then claim it’s good for the show.Ridiculous, as if my brother would step so low. I threw an axe in the Elezens direction, but he was already gone.The second fight, ended as he had predicted. I came out of it with a grueling deep flesh wound across my chest, courtesy of my brothers scythe. Much like the words that were used.Something was going on that was beyond my understanding then and still is to this day. Doubt now lingered in my thoughts

The years of being a pirate

The beginning

After, everything, that had happened. I had to get away from, it all. My life had been shattered twice at this point in a matter of five years and I was beyond numb. There was no one I had left, no one I could turn to. With nothing left to lose and no value for myself I wandered the streets aimlessly, day and night, no matter if sun, wind or rain. 22 at that point and my life felt already over. I walked till darkness embraced me and I lost my way. Weary from travel and wet from the rain, I stopped in a tavern in southern Limsa.It was a stormy night, the harbour was full of ships and the tavern was heaving with people. Desperate for warmth and the opportunity to maybe find goods to steal, I found myself at a table soon enough. Not realizing, I had sat myself to company until a mug of gruel grog was passed in front of me. Not that I was much of a threat in my comdition in the first place. Emancipated and whatever was left of my clothes clinging to my frame with a few weapons visibly strapped to me. A fat cat was a greater threat than me. The roughcut Roegadyn next to me clearly aware, said:’What’s your business lad?‘'I can’t find my way back home. It’s cold, it’s dark and I am all alone.‘'My boy, you are not lost yet, just follow the compass that beats in your chest.‘Pressed a pouch of gil in my hands, laughed and rose from the table. He left straight after, never once turning back around as he headed to the door and left me staring after him. What I didn’t know at that time, the Roe that spoke to me was one of the greatest pirates known to the seas at that time. And as I watched him leave into the night, the waves crashing in the bay. It was as if I heard their call. And I head to it.His gesture, it saved my life.

From scrubber to captain

With the money I had received, I managed to buy myself some decent enough clothes to be hired on a ship a few days after. The two years were as close to slavery as it could get.I hated to sail on this rotten tub. Rotten grub, work from day start till end. Sharing the sleeping quarters with twenty-four others, it was no quality life. But it kept my hands busy and my mind numb.Serving on tradeships for the time I had saved enough of my pay.

WARNING

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Gluttony

'Anything can be eaten, even if you say no.'


On the surface my consistent hunger may seem harmless. If you believed it up until now, then I kept my mask up well. But it runs so much deeper.To me what tastes the best is, juicy & fresh, there is no contest. And what is fresher than life itself? And there are so many people just gushing with life like the ripest, reddest berries on the vine.I always want more, need more. Without a trace they vanish and they are never seen again.I just can’t stop eating. Don’t stop feeding. I just want to eat.It began like everything, a means of survival. An adventure that had gone wrong, miscalculated in supplies, enemy strength. We would have died anyway and I wasn’t gonna kick the bucket.I was only 19.I refused.But help wasn’t coming any time soon, the land was bare around us and my companion had a fatal wound. I didn’t kill back then. I abided my time, waiting, watching. Two days later he was dead. Succumbed to the wound. His body wasn’t even cold when I began.Morals mean nothing when it’s about your own survival.Aid reached me a two weeks later. The remains of my companion had been buried long since then. I was the sole survivor. I learned many things in those weeks. One of them, Viera is gamy but delicious. And it left me to wonder, what other races taste like.The next time I saw an opportunity, I didn’t wait for their passing. I enforced it myself.


Kill Count x Information about meatsViera: 13 - Much like Elezen, they can be a hit and miss, due to the high age they can reach, the older they are the more stringy the meat gets. But if you get one below the age of 50 and put it on a good fire, they truly are nothing but a good roasted rabbit. No difference in between male and female. Preferred meat.Roes: 3 - Lots of muscle, good if you want to keep an eye on your diet. Not good for storage, their meat rots quickly. Males have stronger umami flavor. Good for smoked/jerky.Au Ra: / - I wanted to attempt, I had opportunity, but maybe even I have a last piece of sanity somewhere.Lala: 4 - Taste as sweet as they look. An earthy aftertaste, there might be something to that potato comparison. Very fatty meat. Females are tastiest, subtle vanilla flavor. Bones good for toothpicks.Elezen: 5 - I thought I could grow to like it? But Elezens are as stale as their neck is long. Lacking flavor, no matter which type. Braze it and throw it in a stew, not good for anything else. Males are the worst. Try to avoid.Hyur: 8 - Flavor is alright, can do here and there. Tastes like chocobo. Nothing bad but nothing extravagant either. Casserole and minced meat. Chasing the females before killing them shows best results. Their meat with salt tastes better.Miqo‘te: 9 - Incredibly salty. Not sure if because most can be found in Limsa or naturally more sodium content, they make for a incredibly good stake though. Males have softer meat than females.Hroth: 4 - Boiled is best, gets rid off all the fur too. Another lean meat but makes perfect taco and burger meat if seasoned right. Has a spicy flavor to it.


So go ahead, call it 'sin' that’s what it is. Call it what you want, no shame in it.

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