promise ring.

ooc information

  • pidge

  • she/they

  • 25+

  • eastern standard time


ABOUT ME: ㅤ hi! you can call me pidge ooc, or stick to promise/prommy. i've been roleplaying for, yeesh, 15 years now? i started on gaiaonline via multi-fandom roleplay (mfrp), did a bit of instant messaging rp, went back to forums via jcink mfrp, and now i mostly do discord mfrp and ffxiv rp in-game. i've always loved the social aspect of roleplay— meeting new people, developing characters together, getting inspired by each other to grow as writers— i'm very friendly in that regard! outside roleplay, i spend a lot of time working (lol) but i love gaming and traveling and 2.5d stageplays!

BASIC ETIQUETTE: ㅤ to me, roleplay is, and always will be, about having fun first and foremost. it's for that reason that i do not mind whether we do short-form, long-form, something a bit silly, or something a little more serious. i'm down for anything! i'm an extremely flexible person— but please be patient with reply times and scheduling. i am often busy offline, and am in multiple writing groups, meaning i usually have a ton of replies to get to. in addition, please do not assume familiarity with me if we've just met— close friends are allowed to be playfully rude to me, but i don't tolerate it well with strangers. too many bad experiences with people making assumptions, sorry.

PREFERRED THEMES: ㅤ i'm extremely flexible when it comes to themes. there's really no hard limit as to what themes i'll explore, but some of my favorite themes to explore are: platonic love, unrequited love, healing, survival, grief, "history is written by the victors," and devotion.

THINGS TO AVOID: ㅤ
— absolutely no noncon, dubcon, drugging, etc. consensual rp only.
— in general, i don't really like plots revolving around excessive alcohol.
— unless you are explicitly hiring his services, non-paid nsfw is fine if we build up to it, but it will take quite some time to get there.
— i would really like to keep promise alive, so try not to kill him off...

NSFW RATES: ㅤ 400k on duty, 800k off duty.

CONTACT ME: ㅤ

  • discord: @isaramao

  • twitter: @tomahikage


it just goes to show how fairy tales always stop too soon in the telling. others said it was never a fairy tale at all. anyone could see that. they were all too lovely, too obviously doomed.

  • ㅤageㅤㅤ 28

  • ㅤpronounsㅤㅤ he/they

  • ㅤraceㅤㅤ viera, veena

  • ㅤbirthdayㅤㅤ june 10

  • ㅤzodiacㅤㅤ gemini

  • ㅤbirthplaceㅤㅤ skatay range

  • ㅤheightㅤㅤ 5'9" (176)

  • ㅤalignㅤㅤ true neutral

  • ㅤlikesㅤㅤ bread, poetry

  • ㅤfearㅤㅤ the dark, wolves

voice claim: akira ishida.

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shipping status
> pansexual (monogamous)
> single / flowing / good luck

a veena who once made a promise to his sickly little sister. huddled together before the dying embers of a well-worn fire, snow pilling at their door and tattered blankets scratching at their skin, the giggles of the child who has yet to see their 8th winter bloom into dreams of beautiful meadows— and as the rise and fall of her chest signifies her slumber, does he whisper:"i promise you this, lilja mín: the warmth of a thousand hugs,
the light of a thousand candles. i will never leave you cold or lost."
not even when he came of age, and left their powdery village against his will. not even then, for as long as he wanders and settles and lives and breathes and blinks, everything he does is done in the name of that inviting love.

personality traits
charming, idealistic, playful, adaptable, loyal, insecure, survivalist
virtues
observant, yearning, princely, easygoing, romantic, comforting
vices
guarded, naive, wistful, careless, selfish, harsh, distant, cowardly
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ㅤpersonalityㅤ

it's difficult to accurately pinpoint his personality, but i find the best way is to understand that promise wears masks. some he shows to the public, others he shows to a select few. and when all the masks are taken off, revealing his true face, this too is a facet of his personality that might come across as nothing close to what you're used to.ㅤTHE PRINCEㅤthe first layer of his personality, and what can be most considered his 'mask'. it's very much a fabrication, an act, that he puts on— it’s the image he wants you believe he is. cordial, graceful, romantic in the way he paints a fairy-tale scene with each word uttered at you, each look he gives you. you are, in no uncertain terms, the princess to him— whatever you wish for, he will grant it. whatever dream you have, he will realize it. he will play the role of the perfect prince: sweep you off your feet, dance with you under the stars, slay the dragon, pick fresh roses and lay them at your feet… but it will not last forever. a mask can only hide so much, a dream only carries for so long. eventually, the bubble will pop, and you will be left standing alone. “heartbreaker,” some have called him. “he’s nothing more than a heartbreaker.” but the sweet dream he weaves could be worth the hurt to some.ㅤTHE BIG BROTHERㅤ
the second layer, where his protective and nurturing nature lie. the personality you would see the most when he was a child— gentle, loving, and kind-hearted. always looking out for his baby sibling and his mother, this is the part of him that loves to give and watch. highly observant, his eyes will never leave you— studying you for your intricacies, your thoughts, your wants. it’s similar to the prince level, but strip away the dramatics and the romance: he just simply wants to be there for you. he wants to take care of you. he wants you to love yourself, wants to praise you. to pat your head and tell you ‘good job’.
ㅤTHE RABBITㅤthe third layer of his personality, which is usually as deep as he'll go in public. this is the ditzy, simple-minded promise who i affectionately refer to as his “shoujo heroine” side. he often acts like this in front of friends his age, who have already shown him they do not need his protection. often depicted with little flowers dancing around his head— he’s cutesy, he’s a sweetheart, he likes playing dumb, and he’s very intentionally oblivious to any romantic advances. he goes around to bakeries and buys bread in bulk, handing some out to friends while keeping the rest to himself, as he’s a useless cook and even worse housekeeper. for someone who loves to care for others, he’s rather terrible at taking care of himself— his room is always a mess, papers crumbled and thrown, ink stains on the desk, blankets and clothes never folded. “clumsy”, in a way, that’s mostly harmless, but endearing to some. this is the part of him that is like a useless trophy wife to me: all he’s really good for is looking pretty, being nice, and giving you terrible preschool-level art. bro can’t even make you a grilled cheese.ㅤTHE PRINCESSㅤthe fourth layer is where things get complicated. this layer requires knowing his childhood, which he rarely talks of. promise, even now, is still very bitter about his past. he loves his mother, and he loves his sister, more than anything— but when you are trapped in a small room with nothing but snow for miles and miles, you find yourself relating to the princess far more than the knight. each time he read his picture book of the knight saving the princess, he always wished someone would rescue him. to take him away to faraway lands, to fall in love, to tell him everything he wished to hear so he, too, could live happily ever after. his feelings on that little hut were complicated, to be sure, as it was his safe haven— it was where his mother lived— but each time he stared out into the blinding white world, he wanted to know what was out there. without his mother and sister, he felt nothing but cold. and now, far from his snowy village, even in warm climates, he still feels cold inside. this is the part of promise that is touch-focused. he loves to touch, and to be touched, and to warm himself in whatever ways he can. he continues to wait for someone who can ‘save him’— a ‘knight’ that will reach out and take his hand and bring him out of his cold, tall tower he’s placed himself in. he can’t seem to move on from his past, locking himself away and refusing to break himself out. it’s childish, is what it is, an idealization that he clings to, much to his detriment—there’s a naivety in the way he chooses to sit helplessly, paralyzed by his own cowardice. fearing for his fragile heart, he escapes into these dreams, and he waits. stagnant. nothing moves forwards or backwards with him, it stays the same as it has since he was a child.ㅤTHE WOLFㅤat the fifth layer, we have the source of all the reasons why he's more dangerous than he seems. the ‘wolf’— the part of him that will bare his fangs and do whatever it takes to survive despite the harshest conditions. if he must kill, he will. there is nothing more important to him than living— he is a survivalist at heart, and extremely selfish. this is the him that doesn’t mind violence, doesn’t mind someone pointing a knife at him, doesn’t mind pointing a knife at someone else. it is nothing like the facade of a prince he wears— the wolf is far closer to promise’s true feelings: harsh, bitter, and full of anger. someone untamable, who is used to living in the snow-covered terrain, who does not belong with the people and their warmth. he desperately tries to hide this self— he does not want to believe this is him, he loathes this ugliness in his heart, and will suppress it as much as possible. however, it does come out at times, particularly if he’s pushed into a corner.ㅤTHE AUTHORㅤalso known as the dreamer. this is the poetic and artistic spirit that lives at his core, the very last layer of his heart. the one that, despite the violence and the harshness and the bitterness, does ultimately seek to find the profound beauty in all things. the one who has a never-ending love for the world and the people who live in it. at his core, promise is a being of love, in all its forms, and he does care. there’s just a lot of steps before he gets there with others— raising the curtain closed on himself takes a lot of effort and time, but the man there is someone wistful, someone who carries a lot of guilt and doubt and fear, but, at the end of everything, it’s someone who really does believe in love and all it stands for. the princess in him dreams of a fairy-tale love, but the author in him dreams much larger— he dreams of new worlds, new beginnings, new ends. at the core of it, promise is fond of all stories, in every size and shape. it’s for this reason that he is rather fond of people, even if he is often rather clumsy in how he handles them. it’s a lack of experience, really— give him time. he could become quite wise in a hundred years.

ㅤoverviewㅤdid you think he was born with a name as silly as promise ring? fortunately, no.he was born on the 20th sun of the 3rd umbral moon— the first child of elfa sjorwesfv. elfa was something of a village sweetheart: she was beautiful, in much the same way flowers are. bright, delicate, sweet, fragrant. oh, she had a fire, though, beneath those pink-tinted petals and the golden-child leaves— a small sort of flame, rare to witness but nevertheless intense. her children had to inherit their own burning emotions from somewhere— it certainly didn’t come from their father.his father was a quiet sort, you see. never said much. cold as ice. if she was the spring, he was like winter— though perhaps it was the harsh environment that pressured and molded him into something cold. she had a way of melting the snow that followed him, after all, revealing something akin to the feel of fraser fir underneath an otherwise gruff exterior. perhaps in another life, he could have been gentler— yet the woods were not so kind, nor were the mountains that surrounded it— and with garlean forces at their doorstep, he had no choice but to swallow the longing for tenderness.it would not be long before he would leave the village to return to the fight below. she understood, of course— this was tradition, and it would not change easily. elfa would carry and birth their child alone, confined to a single-room home while whispering stories of her lost love to a face she cannot see. it was unbearably lonely, but it became all the more reason to love and nurture the connection she had with the unborn life. say what you will, but she truly loved being a mother.she named this firstborn einir. a tiny little bundle in her arms, with the near exact same coloring as the mother— snow-white skin, peachy locks, and a lavender-pink set of eyes— yet the texture of the baby’s hair was much like the father in its disheveled, thickened fluff. this is only hearsay from his mother, and knowing her tendency to exaggerate he's convinced it's just another tall-tale— but supposedly, einir never cried as a babe. he cooed, he giggled, and he babbled, but never cried. to elfa, who was used to receiving gifts from potential suitors, einir was the most beautiful gift of all, and she cherished that present more than her own life. his infancy would pass like a lullaby in that little room: he learned to grasp with his own little hands, to step with his own little feet, to speak with his own little words. it was perfect.in his third winter, he would meet his father for the first time. the little child held nothing but fear at first for the towering man, clinging to his mother who could only offer calming strokes in return. the man in the doorway almost turned and left, if not for his wife to insist he stay a little longer. if the scruffy hair wasn't enough, the next few days would prove that the child was, in fact, his— as little einir would act rather cold to the man to his face, just to leave little hints in the form of gifts and the sharing of food that, perhaps, he does care. this hot-and-cold behavior from their child amused the two, even his father, who finally, after days, managed a smile when he broke bread with the tiny copy of his beloved wife. he, too, loved his child, even if he could not be as present as he would have liked. this love would be shown again in two years, when he saves his wandering children from wolves— though einir would never learn of his rescuer. the last memory he has of his father is of tugging on his clothes, tear-stained, as he has a foot out the door, leaving the mother and child alone in that little hut once more.soon, however, two became three— another child was on the way, and this time, einir was to be a big brother. gone were the days of being an only child, but he took the responsibility of being the older proudly, helping his mother where possible, and, upon seeing his new sibling with his own eyes, he swore he would never let them know how it feels to be left behind. he grew something of an obsession towards the baby: every minute he had was spent with them, reading to them the fairy-tales his mother would read to him (the tales of princesses stuck up in a tall, tall tower, waiting for their prince charming to come rescue them), sharing his food with them, fascinated by their reactions. his mother never seemed to mind, thankful that both of her children got along well, though she was always sure to never let the older become a parent— to her, they were still both her children, even if einir was quickly growing up.and grow up he did— for as he turned of-age and his gender was revealed as male, he would soon be forced to leave his few remaining family behind, breaking his own promise to his baby sibling and, for the first time in his life, separate from his mother. instead, he would be forced down the frozen mountain towards the rest of society, put to the test at every step of the way: he had to find his own shelter, his own food (and yes, he killed, he hunted, the blood staining his mouth and clothes— he was just so very hungry) all the while barely managing to understand his rapidly changing and growing body. he lived, clearly, mostly thanks to a kind hyurian woman with a beautiful silver ring, but refusing to be completely isolated again, he turned to people pleasing— quickly adapting to this new life by learning how to interact and socialize with ease to get what he needs from others. his drive to survive is incredibly high: even if he has to kill you in exchange, he'll come out on top. when he discarded his old name and renamed himself 'promise,' it was as a belief and a burden: to remember his promise to his sibling, to have faith in their eventual reunion, and to punish himself at each utterance of his name.to this day, he still sends letters and small gifts to his mother and sister by messenger hawk, as he is still barred from entering the village. now known as promise, he has made a reputation for himself as a sociable sort— willing to take any and all on fairy-tale dates, playing the role of your prince or whoever you wished him to be. when he's not playing a carefully crafted part to the masses, however, he can usually be found on casual strolls, especially in marketplaces, or visiting one of his friends' houses with a basket of assorted breads. he has yet to make a single penny, but promise is something of an author: mostly dabbling in poems, but he enjoys crafting short stories on occassion, wanting to expand his repertoire and finding solace in the written word. he has a bit of a gift in it, it seems, but more than that, it's a form of genuine expression that he oft doesn't show. it's for this reason that he also enjoys painting— though i must stress he, truly, sincerely, has absolutely no talent for it— but his friends seem to support his newfound hobby anyway, encouraging his whims. he'll occasionally gift paintings as a result, though they're more-or-less the equivalent of a child's drawing you stick on the fridge.