About

Born in the Skatay Range and trained to be a Wood Warder, Foxglove failed to meet the expectations of his clan. Perhaps they saw the seed of what he would become? Disillusioned and ill-suited to the rigid life of the forest, he left for the Far East in search of a new purpose. Instead, he found captivity. Sold into slavery in Kugane, Foxglove endured years of abuse before murdering his master and fleeing to Eorzea.

In Limsa Lominsa, he joined the Arcanist’s Guild and briefly worked for them. Clever and ruthless, he exploited insider knowledge to amass wealth in Limsa, but was eventually caught and expelled. He wandered Eorzea unimpressed, before realising that his true home was Kugane all along.

Back in the Far East, Foxglove carefully rebuilt his reputation as a powerful trader and information broker. He became a man to be reckoned with, entwinining himself in the politics surrounding Garlean expansionism. He raised Himari Mihata for a time, only to later leave her in the hands of a slaver. Though he now supports her from the shadows, their relationship has soured into rivalry.

It's important to note that Foxglove is always a step ahead. He performs now in the Hanamachi as an onnagata.

Important Note: This character comes with a host of warnings around unpleasant topics. He is unabashedly not a good person, and should only be approached by those who are prepared to face difficult choices, tough consequences, and questionable morality. Murder, slavery, prostitution, blackmail, arson, poisonings, all these things frequently are featured with this character so take this as an important warning.

Short Story

"You have the most exquisite hands," the patron says, reaching across the lacquered table. His fingers grip the edge of the sake cup, eyes half-lidded with lust or greed, or both. Foxglove smiles.

"And you have the most tragic taste," he replies, tone feather-light. He lifts the cup poured moments earlier by his own hand.

The man chuckles, breath warm with rice wine. "Will I see you again?"

"Perhaps," Foxglove says, watching the man drink. He leans in, just enough to whisper, "Though I find clinginess to be... unappealing."

Moments pass. The patron’s lips begin to pale. He coughs once. Then again. Foxglove tilts his head with curiosity, like he's watching a butterfly being pinned.

"You should sit," he suggests. "The heat, you know. It can be so very unkind."

Without waiting for a reply, he rises. His furisode sleeves trail like smoke. One step, then two, then he's out the door, disappearing into the alleys of Kugane without a backward glance.

By the time the staff finds the man collapsed on silk cushions, Foxglove is long gone, the only trace of him a pressed camellia where his drink once stood.