who's who.
Ansel Sauveterre
My son. My reminder.He stayed behind when I fled, and he has every right to hate me. And yet... he doesn’t. Ansel carries grief like armor, and beneath it, a heart too good for the world that tried to break it. He looks like Edmond, sometimes, when he’s tired and pretending not to care. He deserves peace. I don't know if I can give it—but I will never stop trying.
Alice Sauveterre
My daughter. My salvation.She was only three when I lost everything, and still—she gave me reason to begin again. She carries my secrets and my strength, even when the world underestimates her. There’s a sharpness in her that reminds me of who I was before fear made me quiet. I would move mountains for her. I already have.
Trish Sauveterre
My youngest. My joy.Born in the quiet years, after the storms, after the ash. She never knew Morrigan. Never saw what came before. And yet, I think she understands more than I ever expected. She has Bertrand’s charm and none of his fear—light in her laughter, fire in her spine. She makes this tavern a home. She makes me feel like I might be allowed to rest.
Seraphine Ignemortel
She offered power, protection, and purpose… but only on her terms. I worked for her once—not out of loyalty, but leverage. I made her promise never to touch my children. And she did. That’s the only reason I agreed. Her mind is brilliant, her presence undeniable, and her ambition bottomless. I do not regret what I did—but I will never serve again. Not like that. Not under her.
Damien Sauveterre
He vanished on a hunting trip when we were still young—presumed dead, his blood staining the leaves of Rak’tika. I mourned him. We all did. But what none of us knew was that he came back. Only I was left to see it. One twin, alive and broken. One... changed.I never saw him again after that day—until decades later, on another world, in another life. He returned not as the boy I knew, but as something colder, cleverer, and cloaked in riddles. He remembers too much. He watches too closely. And yet—he’s still my brother. I just don’t know if that’s a comfort or a warning.
The First Life – Ersabel of the Rak’tika Greatwood
Cecile’s first life began not in Eorzea, but in the shadowed canopies of the Rak’tika Greatwood on the First. Born Ersabel, she was descended from an ancient line of aetherial scholars and mages who held fast to tradition even as the Flood of Light grew near. Her people revered balance, memory, and the weaving of magic through song and study—principles she still carries like breath.But when the Flood descended, Ersabel was torn from her world—not by design, but through some wild twist of aether. She did not pass between shards. She was simply… removed. One moment, a daughter of the forest; the next, gasping in the snows of Coerthas on the Source.Alone, disoriented, and stripped of everything she knew, Ersabel buried her name and her grief. Survival would come first. Identity could wait.
The Second Life – Morrigan Lenoir of the Brume
She was nineteen when she was found during a blizzard by a patrol led by a young Dragoon-in-training: Edmond Lenoir. He offered her warmth, shelter, and over time, trust. He helped her learn Old Elezen, adjust to the bitter elegance of Ishgard, and navigate the strict social lines of its caste-bound society.Though they were never noble, they built a life in the Brume—modest, quiet, but full of fierce love. They married. She became Morrigan. She gave birth to Alison and later Ansel. Though whispers surrounded her origins, Edmond remained steadfast, and the family carved out happiness where they could.But peace was shattered when the Dravanians descended on the Brume. In protecting her children, Morrigan unleashed a power far beyond what anyone expected. It saved lives—but to the Church, it condemned her. Branded a heretic, sentenced alongside her daughter, Morrigan was given no choice.She faked her death. Faked Alison’s death. Took new names. Morrigan and Alison Lenoir died in the eyes of Ishgard.Cecile and Alice Sauveterre were born in the shadows of loss.
The Third Life – Cecile Sauveterre of Sharlayan
Sharlayan gave her what she never thought she would have again: a chance to rest. A year after arriving, she met Bertrand Sauveterre, a kind and curious scholar of culinary arts. He welcomed her into his life with no questions, no expectations—just patience, conversation, and warmth.Together, they had Trish, her third child. Bertrand’s passing years later was quiet and deeply mourned. For thirty years, Cecile played the role of the scholar’s wife and quietly built a new life. She resumed her own research in Advanced Aether Manipulation, and with time, turned their home into a tavern and inn that welcomes all: students, runaways, wounded adventurers, and lost scholars alike.Her surviving children—Alice, Ansel, and Trish—know her full truth. They know she was Ersabel, Morrigan, and now Cecile. They know her grief, her fury, and her unwavering love.And they know of Edmond, too—who remarried, and who died saving Ansel, his new wife, and their young son from a fire. Cecile never stopped respecting him, never poisoned his memory in Ansel’s eyes.
Present Day
Cecile stands not as a relic of her past, but as the keeper of it. She is a woman who has outlived worlds and names—and still chooses to nurture, to teach, and to protect. Her tavern is her sanctuary. Her research is her ritual. Her legacy is written in the lives of those she saved—especially her children.And though she rarely speaks of it, sometimes, in the still of the night, she looks to the stars and remembers a forest lost to light.
ooc information.
Hi there, I’m Sidra — 21+, lore-friendly, and deeply invested in character-driven RP. Cecile is a slow-burning story of survival, secrecy, and soft strength; she’s best suited for plots that lean into emotional depth, tangled pasts, and the quiet magic of found family.If you enjoy long-form writing, generational trauma, eerie aether, and characters who’ve lived too many lives—then you might be in the right place. Walk-ups are welcome, but I’m always happy to discuss deeper connections.DMs are open. IC ≠ OOC. Let’s tell a story worth remembering.
RP Hooks
The Keeper of Secrets- Many come to Cecile’s tavern with hidden truths and wounds. How far will she go to protect a secret, and what price will she demand in return? Perhaps she recognizes a kindred spirit—or a dangerous enemy.Aetherial Mentor- Cecile quietly offers guidance to fledgling mages struggling with their power. Will she take you under her wing? Or will her lessons challenge you in ways you weren’t prepared for?A Ghost From the Past- Rumors of a heretic with strange magicks ripple through Ishgard and beyond. What happens if someone from Cecile’s old life tracks her down? Will old alliances be rekindled, or old wounds reopened?Blood Ties and Betrayals- Her children carry the weight of her past, but not all family bonds are unbreakable. What happens when a hidden truth threatens to shatter trust, or when a family member’s choices force Cecile’s hand?
Tavern Politics- An innkeeper’s place is more than hospitality—it’s a crossroads of intrigue, rumors, and power. Who seeks favor, who spreads lies, and who needs saving when the night turns dark?The Burden of Power- Cecile’s magic saved lives but also brought death and exile. How does she reconcile her abilities with the cost they’ve exacted? Will she ever use her full power again—and if so, to what end?A Quiet Loss- Grief has shaped her more than she lets on. What memories haunt her nights? Can she find peace, or will the ghosts of those she lost pull her back into the shadows?Echoes of the First- Whispers from beyond the Source stir—fragments of Ersabel’s life on the First resurface in dreams, visions, or ancient relics. Will Cecile confront these echoes of a world lost to the Flood of Light, or bury them forever beneath her carefully crafted new life?