prompto bio

`Mun Name:` Sapph
`Age:` 21
`Pronouns:` They/Them
`Discord:` sapphygoberry#7541


Muse Bio!!!

`Name:` Prompto Argentum
`Age:` 30
`Source Material:` Final Fantasy XV
`Current Residence:` You people have houses? (TBD, but he'll find an apartment eventually)
`Relationships:`
- **Noctis Lucis Caleum:** That's his best friend! This is the guy that prompted Prompto to take better care of himself, and that inspired Prompto to hone his skills. How do you start to describe the friendship that you had since you were teenagers? Even after years of waiting, they fell right back into place with each other! It's a shame he's sort of dead. And sure, Prompto misses him, but at least he's still moving. If you have to exist after somebody else is gone, you'd best do it in a way that they'd be alright with. He's just glad to have known him while he could!
- **Ignis Scientia:** After everything was said and done, it was pretty easy to settle into an easy sort of friendship with the guy (despite every ounce of imposter syndrome in Prompto's body). Prompto didn't really *get* him, sure, but you make good friendships with people that you've been through hell with. He's another one of those people that balances out Prompto's exuberance, and he likes to think that they kept an eye (er, literal *and* figurative, there) on each other. While Prompto got a little distant after all was said and done, it was nice to have a place to come home to.
- **Lunafreya Nox Fleuret:** They weren't necessarily close, but Prompto respected her more than he could say. If Noctis had to marry somebody, at least it was somebody like her! She's the reason why Prompto and Noctis were even friends, and for that, he was glad. Also, he pet her dog! Wherever she is now, he hopes that she's happy beyond anything else.
- ~~**Yozora and Stella:** Wait a second... who are you?~~ [this is being deleted when i put it in the server. laugh, damn you.]
`Other:`
- He very badly needs to shave. He still refuses to, though.
- He still has his camera, and most of his gear!
- Actually not doing the worst for himself. We're pretty proud of him!
`Story So Far:` So, your best friend died saving the world! And his fiancee died in the process. And, also, you're a clone of a genocidal maniac and was a *very* lucky day away from being mutated into one of the monsters that you had such an issue fighting in your twenties. To say that Prompto had a "bad day" was a little bit of an understatement, but that wasn't saying that he couldn't brush it off. For what it was worth, Noctis's last words were pretty damn rallying, and Prompto did his best to actually live by them.

He joined the Kingsglaive- at least, mostly! Tried to come to terms with what he was supposed to be- and mostly succeeded, for the time that he spent thinking about it. Continued flirting, continued fighting, continued taking pictures of everything that caught his eye. For the most part, his efforts were focused on maintaining the "normal" that he had settled into over the years that Noctis was gone, with admittedly less fearing for his life due to monsters prowling everywhere. It was easy to let the wind take him all over, and it was easier to come home.

He was in the central city- what, once every few months? He had a busy life, trying to keep himself sane! It wasn't weird to go without contact for all of those months. Ignis not showing to their "hey, I'm in town" dinners was weird, but Prompto wasn't that worried. Hell, he thought that Ignis was just getting out for once in his life. The guy deserved it! It was okay to be a little distant, despite everything- he would probably call the group later to say what a wonderful time he had on his date (or, whatever it was) and proudly proclaim some more newfound independence. At least, that was Prompto's hope. It was weird, but he tried not to worry himself into a frenzy about it. He managed to keep calm until he was halfway to the border again and the portal actually *opened up* in front of him.

In his defense, he thought that it was something that would *eventually* spit out something that somebody needed protecting from. It was the best reason to charge headfirst into it. But, instead of spitting things out, it pulled things *in*, and instead of just walking to the other side of a large clearing, he was in a very nice little town square, and...

And it was *not* the weirdest Tuesday he'd ever had.
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