It was such a rare sight to behold, seeing the Niflheim chancellor personally, a man who people said that had the freedom to do as he pleased, and not even the emperor could ever have something against it. Probably, it had to do with something Lunafreya found out a long time ago, which she preferred to keep it in silence —even so, she would always have an eye on him, watching the man carefully everytime she had the chance to do so. For someone who earnt an important role in the Empire should not be considered less than suspicious—.
Much to the former Tenebraean’s princess’ surprise (or not), she was meant to be escorted by Ardyn during one of her healing periods. Periods that she wished they were most frequently, but given that the oracle was under the Empire’s power, there was no wonder Iedolas would use it in his benefit and not for the sick people.
As they reached the assigned place where people were supposed to be waiting for her, Lunafreya eyed the man next to her discreetly before voicing her doubts.
“Is there a reason why the Chancellor shall escort me instead of the usual soldiers?”
A rather dumb question for the blonde, since it was obvious that he’d want to come personally with her. Perhaps it was just to see how she practised her healing, a gift given from her bloodline. However, Lunafreya’s skepticism and what she knew so far about him made her think that there was something else.
profundity of stride carries the honor of chancellor through immaculacy of foreign halls. of his own accord, to coerce — within subtleties — a compliance from the oracle whilst she inhabits familial territory, ardyn is beseeched by his lenience for affairs with the messenger. neither remove the veil to their secrets over the other; an adulterous game of ‘ who knows more about who ’ tracking the poise of the accursed. his inference of her knowledge, that is, the confidentiality loitering upon fairness of lips, depreciates an already waning patience. a resulting fate awaits her all the same, but now is not the time for attrition. now is the time for feigned reverence.
volunteering herself to the verve of sun’s kiss, ardyn studies lunafreya’s advancement from doors to immediacy. she looks at him differently, somehow. ostentation of wrists flutter amidst gravity’s forbearance, diverging from imperial attire of chest so as to articulate theatrics of hands. there is a better acquaintance to be made with her, when in the public eye. as an enthusiast of the limelight’s tenacity — infatuated with its exploitation of political matters — ardyn embraces the opportunity of commendation with an initial, distinctive clarity of voice.
“ aaaah — lady lunafreya ! you look positively ravishing . to what extent i could offer you an answer —— well , i’m afraid we’re short for time . ” within arm’s reach, he’s much quieter. a deliberate personification of hostility. “ let us pretend i want nothing more than an afternoon with our dear oracle . ” a murmur from spectating pedestrians precedes his appendages molding to the fragility of her shoulders. DARKNESS UPON LIGHT. guidance was a quality best imprinted, the photographers spellbound by their sharing attendance to her session with the people. a modest squeeze filters whisper to her ear; his porcelain teeth misleading the cameramen with an amiable grin. “ a blessing indeed , that you are not queen . as my lying to you — well , that would constitute treason . ”
“ hmhm —— you’re no ‘ beloved ’ oracle of m i n e . now smile . ”
THE WORLD, AS PROMPTO KNEW IT, WAS MADNESS; hate was all that filled the eyes of the person he knew as his best friend — the DESIRE to destroy him. it was there, atop the train, where the ace RECOLLECTED recent memory in which the crowned prince chased him, INTERROGATING him as to WHY he was following him around all this time. how it was all his FAULT. something was not sitting right within the pit of his stomach — appendages TREMBLE as they grasp the handle of his pistol, now pointing at the cause of all of this. THE CHANCELLOR — ardyn izunia. it was all starting to make sense; the reason why everything was going to hell.
❝ ————– IT’S YOU. what did you do to noct – ?! ❞ courage does not seem to be the blond’s STRONG SUIT. it’s true, that the prince would not have easily take up arms against his best friend — SURELY, the chancellor did something to him to allow this CLOUDED JUDGEMENT. the way he looked at prompto, with such DISDAIN.
‘ you can’t talk your way out of this one – !! ‘ ( you won’t even LET me )
his fingers tremble upon the trigger, brows knitting together as FEAR creeps up upon him. never in his whole life had he ever held a person up by gunpoint; with full INTENTION of ending their life. prompto needed answers — he wanted to know WHY noctis would try to kill his best friend. SHAKING does not ease, not until his other hand ASSISTS in steadying his aim, ❝ no tricks. i won’t let you ESCAPE — not until you give me some ANSWERS❞ ( starter // @daemonizing )
a pitiable massacre, this juvenile ‘ friendship ’. so easily polluted — befouled — by dexterous articulation of spite. a facile warmth percolates tainted lungs, satisfaction of resonance to his voided core. observation insists, attentive interception deferred until brusque emergence of magitek enforcements rattle the train’s equilibrium. UNSTABLE. symmetric chaos guises ardyn’s illusion — a fantastical nightmare for the heir of lucis in pursuing what he perceives to be his ’ enemy ’. reality, enslaved to the chancellor, has different intensions. HUNT THE GUNMAN. presumptuous success in fortifying a haze of deception over gaze of young noctis is secured; endorsed by his physically assaulting who ardyn knows to be his closest friend. neither can attest their intentions above the other. the young prince would sooner asphyxiate the ( blonde ) chancellor between pressure of arm and solidity of wall. perfect.
donning the personality of an exuberant youth was not an easy task. an expendable façade, no less, as now the cub tempers his claws — flares his teeth — and absconds from the chancellor’s subjugation. TEMPORARY. the little one hesitates, finger inhibited by the fear of taking a life. a tremor of his slender appendages dissembles prompto’s reluctance, ardyn placating the boy’s role of incertitude by lifting palms aside shoulders. BLAMELESS. do not pull the trigger, not now.
“ prompto , you don’t really believe that —— ? after all i’ve done for you and your friends ? i’m not here to trick you , i’m here to help as i always have —— you know this . ” an infiltrating fallacy twists along his words, ambiguous. would the boy come to believe him, about his beloved prince? that the ‘ formidable ’ temper of his sovereign was a genuine outburst against his character? their friendship? if not now, he will.
“ young noctis acts of his own accord — i have yet to find him , amidst the disarray … ” a step forward from the chancellor lapses prompto’s anxiety, both arms readily fastened to criminality. MANSLAUGHTER. noctis’s combat of the skies nears conclusion, he mustn’t stall much longer. digits remain in linger, held away from his layered attire and adjacent to shoulders, so as to insinuate he is unarmed.
capricious weather overhangs the autonomy of his vehicle as eyes peruse transitory scenery. fleeting bushes and tainted saturation of leaves flatter the warmth of amber gaze ( A COLDNESS HIDDEN WITHIN ), whilst lips amuse the tune of radio murmur. variable droplets of water patter across the automobile’s length; the chancellor unphased by nature’s dew. a precipitating dampness, hours earlier than predicted by forecasters, adorns the road in sheets intermittently swayed from linearity by grace of wind. moisture clings to animate flesh, yet his absent-minded humming elicits vague immunity.
as per iedolas’s ineptitude, he dispatched the presence of his chancellor against explicit counsel. no matter ardyn’s conviction, the emperor believed it wisest to send his ‘ leading representative ’ to tenebrae — shadowed by inferior cavalrymen — to forestall the opportunity lady lunafreya may retreat to familial territory. her eminent evasion of the imperial fleet following her escape from insomnia devotes macro resources to tracking her down, himself included. another’s time would have been better wasted for such a tedious escapade, contouring boredom into features inundated. perhaps it was time to activate the roofing coverage ——
advancement had taken its course, delivering the immortal to his intermediate destination: the train to luna’s resplendent birthplace. the platform was barren; its vacancy of dialogue pilfering comfort of eardrums. civilization, an ungrateful cowardice, cringes beneath the empire’s pitiless victory. thus, aside from the obligatory presence of its operators, it appears the vespers of the night air are all that will join him in his reserved compartment —— that is, until the silhouette of another climbs on board thirty or so feet away. as though a harbinger of their own misfortune — a rabbit announcing its presence to an emaciated fox — this figure invites.
warily slides fuzzy blankets towards & a hot steaming bowl of cup noodle soup. squints at.
venturesome confidence is transcribed within astringent pupils — CONFUDDLED — as featured, amber hues acknowledge her latent motives. effrontery an exaggeration, yet plausible in perk of brow. his persistence to entertain the severance of dialogue between them falters upon his disposition’s archaism. resistant of her tokens, napped fabric exceeding that of her own heights ( WOOL OCCUPYING HER FEET ), his shoulders withdraw. fingers delegate, representative of tamed aversion.
“ it never occurred to me until just this moment how terribly allergic i am to ( children ) ——— soup . ”
The earth quaked beneath him, and then darkness came. It spat him out from the vast wilds to an elegant corridor. Simplicity scrawled across the walls out-shown the disappearing flecks of magic and rather than look at the closed doors, he made it his priority to look out the window and view the grounds. Nothing that he could remember seeing before. However.. It did give him memory of a time he shattered a throne room’s windows. Not entirely… his fault.
Gloved fingers ran along the sill as his thoughts raced. His feet took action and the ex-General stalked through the corridor, knowing there would either be a large room it began at.. Or a door to one. Perhaps an angry guard and loud Queen to sass him out as well.
Finding nothing of the sort to accompany the lonesome door, he turned back with the resolution to snoop look around the ones he passed. With just a touch, locked rooms unlocked and he would take the briefest of glances inside. Finding storage in the first few rooms killed his exploratory excitement but did give him what he wanted. A fast way to understand what building he was in. It wasn’t a base, but still retained aspects of information beyond what a normal library had. He pulled out the file of some mediocre mechanic but read what the woman was a part of, rather than her decease status.
Eos.
That sounded familiar. Just like Niflheim did. He had to reread it. It was odd. It provoked further exploration after he rummaged through a few more of the decease’s files.
imperial ambiance — reputable for its inertia — corrodes the walls and air with shadows ( A SILENT MENACE ). an accretion of whispers, jittering footfalls, and endearing whines of claws against steel fornicate with the impurity of an emptied infrastructure. EVACUATED. vulgarity of daemonic chatter indexed amongst the smooth cavities of its corridors, heartless shades of withdrawal splattered — smeared — amongst its daunting labyrinth of rooms, favors abject company of the chancellor whom perches within the vicinity’s uppermost quarantine.
spine of chair reclines — accommodating leisurely tilt of posture — whilst manner of gaze ascents bleakness of roofing. slated planks, austere in their simplicity, perturb his isolated monotony ( THE KING YET TO PURSUE ). segregation forebodes, discerning the advent of roused motion detectors as none other than a mortal entity. monitor communicates with succeeding bleeps — facilitating intrigue — as the chancellor returns tawny hues to contrast of display. expectedly, an intruder plucks uniformity from his fastidious arrangements ( THE HEARTBEAT MOVES ).
brows furrow, entrenching flesh of forehead. a contemporary sniffle displaces his nose — wrinkling in contempt — irises antagonized by an unforeseen assailant. VIOLATION. rhythmic poise surveys the counter — fingers expressive, motivated by a challenge — and encircles the waist of an over speaker’s microphone ( TAP TAP , SCREECH ).
“ HELLO ——— ! good evening , to you ! i don’t suppose you’re enjoying yourself down there — it is rather dark , on the lower levels . admittedly, i wasn’t intending on having company so soon —— perhaps i ought to smoke you out . hmhn — it would be wise to rid of any viruses with haste … shall we make a game of it — ? i simply can’t have you snooping about … ”
Annoying and creepily mysterious he may be, but even someone as stalker-like as Ardyn doesn't deserve going present-less during this time of year. "...Hear." Then again, it's not like the prince's social skills are his most graceful trait to make his actions seemingly align with his intentions in the views of another. "We'd be dead over & over without you somehow intervening..."
“ … here . ”
vitality spurs finicality of an unbecoming embarrassment. posture essays rigidity — prehensile fingers equipped with parcel — whilst verbatim of tone is throttled by nerves. HOW GAUCHE. the heir of lucis stumbles upon disenchanted hues, ardyn’s regard scrutinizing noctis’s gracelessness. despite the young caelum’s maladroit disposition, sumptuous parchment glitters beneath the radiance of the hour. quite early for the youngling to be awake, let alone bearing the audacity of gifts for the chancellor — an enemy, no less.
“ we’d be dead over and over —— without you … somehow intervening … ”
notorious gesticulation precedes linearity of immortal digits. each curl in tandem — gratification deferred — as pointers accept, intermittently speculate, and distinguish a foundation to the ambiguity of features obscured within the offering. silver flakes adorn its frontier, wrinkles sharp betwixt palms. CURIOUS. a forgiving variance in ardyn’s censure of noctis’s mannerisms weighs eyelids into narrow. modest elation graces his lips, bearing comparatively softened by the young male’s consideration.
“ really , now — ? this is for me ? oh , noct —— you shouldn’t have . if your kingdom were to have ear of your spoiling the empire’s chancellor , i wager they’d make a feast of your reputation . is my opening this box —— tempting , to say the least —— worth what may become of our propaganda ? though i may enjoy a headline or two , i would hate to see such an … innocent gift develop into the start of your avoiding me . ”
rain patterns the window with banal recurrence. vapid, polite conversation transitions between otherwise disinterested lips of co-passengers, whilst the chancellor immerses himself with the cryptic anatomy of the night’s streets. SPIRITLESS. against his counsel, the emperor assigned his representative the task of occupying an imperial vehicle with but a confounding assortment of prestigious faces, that is, the supreme commander, general glauca; the oracle of tenebrae, lunafreya; and an unwary youth at the wheel who appears to be going out of his way to drive imprudently within the present weather conditions.
an instance of rumination presents the immortal an alternative — freedom — as silence ( at long last ) embroiders the innermost vehicle. all such trivial attempts at pitiable discourse are brought to an explicit end with a scoff from the supremacy digging at ardyn’s side ( inadvertently ). glauca, servicing the meddling nature of their driver with a discontented crossing of his arms, unsettles what negligent quality the ride had entailed until this point. SLIGHTED, he appears — or so his robust elbow engraves against hip. shifting himself out of its contact, ardyn contemplates whether it is best to rest, as is the lateness of hour. the moon, extorting the impartial attitudes of all but the chancellor and single female commuter, preferentially glows upon those at travel. RADIANT.
“ do you like it uptown ? —— it’s … quiet uptown … ”
as though a bird, she pecks — influence of pitch a reckless connotation. staggered between abhorrence and exasperation, the men revolve their sights so as to impose condescension. a moment’s pause precedes ardyn’s return.
“ forgive me , lady lunafreya . though we — ahn … though i appreciate your endeavor to relieve us the length of this ride , i must ask that you save this —— prattle for a time you reunite with your brother . ”
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even if we interact, i may not follow you back. this includes, but is not limited to, personal blogs following me that have little to no ardyn/ffxv content on their blog, characters who i perceive to be underdeveloped or intrusive (see “writing partners”), and so forth. if you’re uncertain if you fall in this category, please do not hesitate to inquire.
if i follow you, i do not expect you to mutually follow me back if that is not something you are comfortable in doing. however, if we are mutual followers and you unfollow me at a later time, i will be inclined to unfollow you as well. it is very rare that i unfollow someone, but it does happen and generally for a reason.
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writing partners
it is a rare occasion that i post inbox/starter memes. if you are interested in interacting with my ardyn, the chances of that happening through a starter call is slim (although not impossible if you are a shy individual, most of whom i love and admire). however, i try to frequent the inboxes of writers i am interested in writing with. if i’m not quite confident in directly contacting you, should you see me obsessively liking a majority of your posts, chances are i am intrigued by your character and wish to do something together.
if and when i do post starter calls, plotting calls, open starters and any such other forms of initial interaction, they are reserved for mutuals only. that is, you must be following me if i am to reply to something you reblog. however, non-mutuals are always welcome to send me ooc inbox memes and questions.
you may strike/bludgeon/assault ardyn without asking me first. however, be reasonable. if you’re unsure if you’re crossing a line or godmodding me, please talk to me about it. i would be more than glad to work something out. if you don’t want to ‘spoil’ a surprise you have in store for me within an upcoming reply, such as an attempt on ardyn’s life, you can hint to it as best you can in-character or through messaging.
ardyn is remarkably flamboyant and charismatic, bordering grandiloquent. there could be instances he may allude to flirtation in order to achieve (dis)comfort of those around him. do not read into this as an investment into a platonic or otherwise sexual relationship. i do have individuals i ship with ardyn, and the chances of me stepping out of those select few are very slim. however, if i am exploring something, i will try to make it evidently clear in either my written reply or the tags belonging to it.
i highly recommend keeping an eye on my tag for your url as i frequently tag users in posts i associate with you and/or your character. most posts will be musings of a lighthearted/hilarious nature, but i assure you ‘the feels’ will also make an appearance. example: /tagged/yoururl.
i find it exceedingly difficult to accept threads with original characters. this is not because the creativity behind them is poor, but due to the frequency they intrude on canon. this includes, but is not limited to, being a long lost child of a canon character (especially ardyn), a pre-assumed lover of ardyn's, someone who miraculously carries the same abilities as the lucis bloodline, etc. however, i have seen very talented writers behind original characters that are completely unrelated to the canon plot and have no qualms with them. that is, unless i see it impractical that our characters could fit into one another's universes. for example, ardyn belongs to a fantasy-based reality, but i could not see myself writing with a character from 'adventure time' albeit has 'royals' and so forth.
shipping / mains / exclusives
this blog is ship exclusive, but is not single-ship. what does this mean? well, there are multiple characters i ship with ardyn. however, once a main (and/or exclusive) partner is established, and we agree upon shipping the two of them together, i will not write ship related content with another url who portrays the same character. not all of these roles have been filled/taken, though a select few have. if you are curious as to whether or not i ship ardyn with your character (and do not already write the ship with another url), please contact me. there have been times i don't ship something initially, as i may have never been presented with the idea, but i love development and chemistry.
i have yet to format a mains / exclusives page for myself. however, in the meantime i will make it abundantly clear who possesses which title(s). exclusivity entails that i will not be writing with any other interpretation of the same character, i.e. entirely dedicated to one url. this includes, but is not limited to, sending memes / prompts to other urls who write the same character, answering ic asks from other writers of the same character, and so forth. exclusivity is highly devoting (and also an honor, when approached about it), and may take a long time for me to decide. this requires that i forgo all other interaction with writers who portray the same character as you. however, there are times you find partners who are nothing short of an aesthetic "soul mate", and you may not ever see yourself writing the same level of content / depth with anyone else. this allows us to develop our urls together, and i find it quite beautiful. understand that if you wish to be exclusives, i hold this very personally.
mains are very precious to me. if exclusivity is not for you, as it isn't for everyone, i am more than happy to discuss being mains. i will have more than one main of the same character, typically limited to two and sometimes three if it is a highly popular character (such as noctis). being a main entails that my primary "focus" will be your url when looking for interaction with the character you write. for example, if i am following nine noctis blogs, and am mains with two, the two i am closest with will receive far more of me in their inboxes, sending them prompts, memes, gifsets, and so forth. mains will always be given priority in finishing responses. that is, if i owe six replies (none of which are "mains" of mine), and a main responds (giving me seven replies to finish) i will typically write back to my main first. in no way am i dismissing what i owe to writers not in my list of mains, or discounting any interaction our characters have had thus far, it is simply my loyalties. i take exclusives and mains very seriously, as i find a high level of respect in those titles.
parting notes
do not underestimate your own capability to write. if you are deferring interaction with me out of insecurity, anxiety, or unintended intimidation on my part, i assure you i would enjoy nothing more than conversation. it delights me to my very core when i receive a new follower and/or mutual, so come visit your chancellor if but for an afternoon.
if you prefer ooc introductions first, by all means. i would love to meet the person behind the muse as i find plotting comes more naturally if we familiarize ourselves with one another’s preferences, (dis)comforts, and passions.
take care out there, and watch out for daemons in the night (wink).
millenniums prior to noctis’s birth, two brothers are burdened with the plague of mankind: a daemonization of its innocents known only as the starscourge. ardyn, hallowed as the healer of the people and liberator of this corruption, is chosen by the crystal to purge the world of darkness. while exalted by the task, torturous as it may be, ardyn must now face the anguish of extracting the daemons from eos and encasing them within himself.
among those of the highest prestige in niflheim’s empire, a relationship both artificial and expendable in the eyes of the immortal, ardyn charms the façade of its intensions by taking hold of iedolas’s political matters. a befitting chancellor for an otherwise covetous government, he seizes any and all opportunities to remove distance from himself and the nation of lucis, both on account of ulterior motives and to rekindle that which was his dismal past-- the city of insomnia and the kingdom over which it presides.
following the assassination of regis lucis caelum and niflheim’s successful extraction of the crystal, ardyn’s unforgiving patience begins to reap benefit. clad with imperial authority and recognized internationally under the surname 'izunia', the chancellor employs diligence in arranging coincidental meetings with the late king’s son, noctis, and his companions. with conspicuous generosity, against that which would be expected of an enemy, he lures the young men into the maw of deceit so as to inspire the advent of noctis’s ascension. such charity is not without consequence. nevertheless, in keeping the party uninformed, ardyn’s hostile incentives remain undisclosed.
eos, riddled in darkness as the true king withstands the crystal’s convolution of time, places ardyn in a position of illicit authority. branded a usurper by the ignorance of lucians, he awaits the return of his deliverer; one who provides ardyn’s only means of liberation from the corruption that suffocates his mind and the people he once saved. for 2000 years, ardyn has outlasted the daemons within him; utilizing their morbidity so as to manipulate eos into the starscourge of years past, and formulate his own demise. only in 'the beyond' can noctis fulfill this task, and purge the world of darkness by eliminating his ancestor. whilst situating himself atop the throne, ardyn readily anticipates an uprising over the oncoming years. after all, how could a traitor, an assailant to the caelum family, call himself a king? those who do not know history-- who do not understand ardyn’s origin-- will fear noctis’s absence. the duration of which, at the current time, is unknown.
tragedy takes its course, but can also be suspended upon resurrection. what negligible instances of loyalty ardyn conferred unto eos are limited to his past, his current motives, and only one other-- ravus nox fleuret. curiosity paid homage to the heir of tenebrae, seeing that he renounced all birthrights to take action against the late king regis. thus, the boy’s determination permitted timeless reverence from the immortal as ravus aged. maturing into far more than a mere commander, now forced to the 'guillotine' after the catastrophe of leviathan’s rite, ardyn solicits the infernal divinity of ifrit. imploring that the astral unite with ravus, after having exposed the fleuret to unbearable daemonization out of a selfish desire for affinity between them, and to coerce a battle against noctis, distinguishes fidelity. an affection of this nature, within the accursed, has been unexpressed since the millennium of his betrayal. having ravus returned to his side, diabolical in his restoration, brings ardyn a level of satisfaction formerly unaffiliated with the corrosion of his mind. the infernian will be his and his alone, sheathed within the fleuret whose resilience inspires, if only for the time they have left before the crystal’s champion returns.
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basic information
FULL NAME: ardyn lucis caelum.
ALIAS: ardyn izunia.
LABELS: healer of the people, chancellor, creepy old man, jester, the immortal accursed, usurper.
GENDER: male.
AGE:
BIRTH DATE:
STAR SIGN: gemini.
ETHNICITY: white.
ROMANTIC STATUS: biromantic.
SEXUAL STATUS: gray-asexual, as is capable of feeling sexual attraction but does not actively pursue relationship(s) and/or intercourse.
RELIGION:
SPOKEN LANGUAGE: common tongue, language of the astrals.
OTHER: regis lucis caelum, kin; noctis lucis caelum, kin; ifrit the infernian, astral summon; gentiana, undisclosed; ravus nox fleuret, ambiguous; iedolas aldercapt, emperor.
physical traits
EYE COLOUR: amber, when human; pallid gold with black sclera, when daemonic.
HAIR COLOUR: burgundy, mahogany.
SKIN COLOUR: sun kissed.
HEIGHT: 190cm, 6'3" (rounded).
WEIGHT: 172lbs, 78kg (rounded).
PHYSIQUE: slender, fit.
bestiary
LEVEL: final boss.
HEALTH POINTS: 200'000.
STRENGTH: 4'760.
VITALITY: 164.
SPIRIT: 152.
IMMUNITIES: death, alterna, poison, and stop.
ABILITIES: political influence, phasing, warp-strikes, elemental sorcery, controlling time, illusions, weilding armiger weapons, summoning astrals.
alignment i
NEUTRAL EVIL: characters of this alignment are typically selfish and have no qualms about turning on their allies-of-the-moment. they have no compunctions about harming others to get what they want, but neither will they go out of their way to cause carnage or mayhem when they see no direct benefit to it. they abide by laws for only as long as it is convenient for them. a villain of this alignment can be more dangerous than either lawful or chaotic evil characters, since he is neither bound by any sort of honour or tradition nor disorganised and pointlessly violent. neutral evil characters consider their alignment to be the most valuable as they can advance themselves without regard for others.
in an age long past, benevolence shrouded a once selfless caelum. his compassion for humanity, the people of whom he endeavored to save and protect, rendered ardyn deified in the eyes of the salvaged some two millennia ago. a fateful malady known as the starscourge distorted human existence and mutated people into daemons, the likes of which his brother, not yet chosen by the crystal, was to defend as king. by the gods’ will, ardyn had been chosen: endowed with the ability to eradicate this incurable scourge and restore a ravaged mankind. however, the honor of surpassing his brother in assuming the role of savior, thereby subjecting his body to the arduous strain of hosting myriad daemons, earned an adverse and unanticipated reward.
entrenched jealousy from izunia, in conjunction with distaste among the astrals in witnessing ardyn’s newly ‘tainted’ body, resulted in condemnation for his transgression. deemed impure, ostracized and humiliated by his kin and denied ascension to the astral realms, the gods blighted ardyn with the curse of immortality. millions of lives were spared by his sacrifice; notwithstanding these actions, eternal damnation was bestowed upon the healer. loyalty expelled, ardyn was to suffer the fate of traitors and envy, to live forevermore in a void of betrayal.
time ceased to exist. a deepening hatred of the hypocrisy that forged his hell was all that remained. an eternity passed, and with the once cordial affection for his brother, people, and gods now poisoned by the precipice of his madness, he seeks redemption. donning the alias “ardyn izunia”, his objectives are set into motion as another champion of the crystal arises, thousands of years later. having noctis lucis caelum (cxiv) under exclusive focus, ardyn’s ruthlessness takes a substantial peak. longing for the day on which to battle the true king since his degradation, he reclaims grace, charisma, and scrupulous manipulation as his patience has provided him with a vulnerable target and destined sovereign.
with the niflheim empire’s political operations under ardyn’s discretion as chancellor, and his natural eccentricity magnetizing noctis’s group to his confidence and dubious generosity, the world of eos and its inhabitants have all become a means to an end in extinguishing the blood royal-- both the crystal’s champion, and ultimately, himself.
