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Mun

From Me:

Hey, you can call me Niyabi, and I'm glad you're taking the time to read this carrd. For the sake of organization, I cannot rant at length about much of anything, so hope you enjoy navigating.

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muse

Likes

- The smell of a patisserie, but not of pastries themselves.
- Freshly picked oranges, especially those which show the love and care of their tender through every blemish and dent.
- Arduous love that endures and the suffering accompanying it. Fictional, of course, a necessary stipulation he feels.
- Passion, in all its forms, a show of one's dedication.
- Journals, the ones with extra thick margins for additional notes.

Disikes

- The call of morning doves while the lamp oil still burns.
- Yarzon... Those stilt-legged freaks.
- Tardiness and the wait that follows soon after.
- The kind of cold that bores through every layer.
- The chill that accompanies his every morning.
- Breaks in his organized chaos.

records

A Fool's Flame

Tis better to have loved.

“Ah, and here I thought you were gonna have some wondrous dream to spin for me.” Sighing, the Miqo'te tilts his wrist to take another drag. “Guess this makes it the second time you’ve left me disappointed tonight.”Even when he’s summarily smacked upside the head, the man can’t force the smirk to fade.“Godsdamned ingrate… Where the hells did that bright-eyed Keeper go, huh? He was much better to bed.”

Burnt

Take a breath, then a second...

He’s parched. His own indulgence has dug him a grave.But he felt alive, then. He could feel the flame beneath his hands, he felt the waves lap at his being… And soon, it all faded. Fire gave way to ash, and water to sand. It no longer had any feeling; it was nothing but an urge, now, an animalistic craving. He was a starving beast in a desert of his own creation, slowly sinking under the sands of time.

Heat

...Feel how it fills your ribs, wraps 'round your heart.

Perhaps I should really stop thinking about this so deeply, and about them for that matter. For someone who claims not to care, I’d wager that I’m thinking about this a whole lot more than they are. It’s just sex, something to tide us over for the night, but gods do I wish they’d stop looking at me as if I’m anything but that. I want to be selfish, but when I see that godsdamned look in their eyes, I feel warm again, the cold receding for just a moment.It makes me want to throw up, but at least Z'vasih was nice to look at.“Sae, Sae? You there? Ha, don’t tell me you’re already gone after two drinks.”“No, you asshat, I was just thinking.”“Like always?”“Like always.”

Chain of Command

Ad Gloriam Garlemald.

“Why? Why… How did you turn out like this.” For a man whose hands are wrapped around another’s neck, it seems he’s the only one who’s choked up. The Keeper lets out another laugh, or at least tries to.“It was for all of our sakes, F-Foras. A life under Garlemald is no life at all, especially when they were so willing to throw us into this facility for the simple goal of research.”"Quite easy for a traitor like yourself to say. No allegiance to your home country, nor the one you found yourself under."
"It was this, or death, and frankly, I'd rather live."Foras' hands only tighten. "Bold of you to assume you'd live while the rest of your men have died.""...Quite easy for a soldier like yourself to say. Allegiance to your home country and never to yourself."

Stormy

Rain, rain, go away...

For as much as he hated getting wet, Saerno quite enjoyed the rain, thunderstorms specifically. Were he still with the Nhadro, they’d say it was because he was born under the Heavens’ fury, and were he gathered amongst the ‘brightest’ of Ishgard, they’d say his proclivity to such a thing was merely a product of his aetherial signature, but to him, regardless of if the previous statements were true or not, he enjoyed them purely for what they were. To think that the very thing that brings life to the land could also wash it away.

Bolt

Admin work is oh so tiring.

The Summer’s heat wanes as day gives way to dusk, a hazy moonlight cast upon all who still found themselves wandering the streets of Shirogane. Some would take this as a sign to head inside, to rest and relax after a long day’s work, but for others, their day has just started. Ironically, Keeper he may be, Saerno wishes he could belong to the latter, just without that whole long day’s work thing. Who knew that a tipsy suggestion for Lucio to simply ‘make his own fucking library’ would actually pan out… And who knew that he’d get roped into being something of a co-owner too? It’s even Sharlayan-affiliated to boot - Saerno despises that place (allegedly), and yet here he is. Crazy how life works, huh?

Hooks

ㅤAcademicㅤ

A sponsored graduate of the Scholasticate, as well as a practicing aetherologist and teacher, Saerno has all the markings of a true scholar; however, his attitude leaves much to be desired. A brilliant mind,
sure, but his brash and abrasive nature makes him a terror to work with. Though, said nature often takes him down paths many wouldn't dare to see. Work with him at your own peril.Currently, Saerno is employed as a Lorekeeper and Lecturer within the halls of Archeia Symvolis, a Sharlayan affiliated institution based out of Shirogane that strives not only to contain exceedingly rare and dangerous aetherial artifacts, but also to inform the public as to how such things could come into existence, how they operate, what risks they pose, and well... Just about everything else in between. Unlike the traditions of their affiliated nation, Symvolis wishes to break down the perceived wall surrounding knowledge and offer any and all who wish to study an opportunity to do so.

ㅤAetherologistㅤ

While Saerno may have more consistent work outside of the subject he studied for nearly all his
life, his qualification in aetherology is still something he very much uses to the best of his ability. Mostly used to diagnose and monitor his own wellbeing, Saerno's knowledge about the effects of aether within and upon one's body is second to none. Suffering from an aetheric imbalance? He's got the tools to realign your being. Is some aether-born affliction plaguing your every waking moment? Give him some time and he's sure he'll be able to fix you. All this and more... For the right price, of course. Rates and charges vary based on whatever it is he says they are. Mayhaps it being a rather delightful morning will grants you a discount.

ㅤAppraiser of Eldㅤ

Given how scarce published studies upon his predecessors are, Saerno roots much of his material straight from the source. Ranging from Nymian keeps and Mhachi ruins, to Allagan labyrinths and laboratories, Saerno's had the chance to see firsthand the wonders of eld... As well as the perils that lay alongside it. He's lived to tell the tale, despite it all, and has the knowledge to back it up. He may not be the hotshot adventurer he once was, but his experienced eye and collection of self-published references haven't faded with disuse. If you've any need for an artifact to be valued, or perhaps a binding curse dispelled from a plucked heirloom, the Keeper has the experience to see your wishes made true.

ㅤThe Allagㅤ

The progenitors of Summoners, the creators of aetherochemistry, and the subject of Saerno's long-standing fascination. While the horrors of their actions and the grisly tale of their fall are what most remember, Saerno attempts to sift through their history, their relics, and their technology plucking out what kernels of truth and innovation he can. As to why?... Well, the arcanist will say it all began with childhood curiosity, but to the aether-sensitive, there's a lot more that the man isn't telling.

ㅤWorks Citedㅤ

Saerno L. Glista... The more you think on it, the more the name feels familiar. For those involved in the realms of academia and research, that feeling is nigh inescapable. In truth, the Keeper's unorthodox methods and trains of thought have led to a portion of his studies being formally referenced and even published. Perhaps you're a fellow scholar looking to ask what he even meant by "paper originating from a megalocrab's aether", or maybe you're a student inadvertently running into the man whose research has made your thesis a living hell to work through. Whatever it is, he's more than happy to discuss, and perhaps even explain the methods behind his penned madness.

ㅤNeed Work?ㅤ

While he is officially a Lorekeeper and Lecturer within Archeia Symvolis, his job more so encompasses the realm of administration, whether he likes it or not. Every company purchase, every investor meeting, and every tax report includes his input in some fashion, and of course such matters also extend to new hires. Perhaps you find yourself light on gil and spot an advert that fits right into your expertise, how fortunate!The Archive, expansive as it is, needs many hands to operate efficiently. Between librarians to sort tomes, mercenaries to perform retrievals, and groundskeepers to maintain the property, if you could name it as a job, Archeia Symvolis likely needs such a position filled. Simply put in an application, or if you're incapable of such, flag down the Keeper; he'd be happy to speak on the matter.

ㅤGarlean Conscriptㅤ

Before the death of Legatus Regula van Hydrus, the VIth Imperial Legion held tight control over the floating continent of Azys Lla, control that extended to the lands directly beneath it. Freshly graduated from the Scholasticate, Saerno had led a small expedition to the mountainous range of Ablathia's Spine in search of Allagan Relics that have seemingly been falling out of the sky. Unfortunately, the VIth Legion had the same idea, and soon the two came into conflict. Obviously outmanned, Saerno's group was made to surrender, and soon found themselves under Garlean inspection. Stripped of their findings, Saerno had thought this the last of his interactions with the Legion; however, a Centurio under Hydrus, Icilia quo Armina, had been impressed by the pace and efficiency at which his group worked, and offered them an ultimatum: follow her, or be buried along the pass. Saerno lost half his expedition that day, and he was soon going to lose more than just men.

ㅤShrouded Rootsㅤ

When asked of his origins, Saerno will often only name the Glistas, a reputable family of merchants based out of Cedarwood, La Noscea, but one can easily guess that a Keeper of the Moon is not so readily born into a household of hyurs. Rumors as to where the man originally called home vary drastically, some saying he's not actually from Eorzea at all, but instead a distant land across some manner of sea. Or maybe he traces his lineage back to an ancient enclave of Miqo'te hiding out in the farthest reaches of civilization. Upon hearing such things, Saerno can only shake his head and chuckle. He tells his story as it is, and never seeks to sugarcoat anything, and such unclear origins are just a product of his omissions. After all, stories are quite boring if you include all the trite details.

ㅤArcane Instructorㅤ

It doesn't matter how many times he attempts to explain how being an 'aetherologist' doesn't make him a qualified expert upon the instruction of arcane manipulations, people will seemingly believe what it is that they want to believe. And who is Saerno to deny potential clients their desires? If anything, with how little most people that seek him out know of aether, his teaching methods may not actually seem all too terrible! Reading? what's that? Lectures? He'd rather sleep than plan one out. He much prefers hands-on experience and by the Twelve will he transfer such a preference to his students. Failure is the best tutor after all, and a few burnt limbs never killed anyone!... Okay, maybe he's stretching that last point, but he's gotten better at knowing when to interrupt the chaos.

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