Final Fantasy XIV is huge. A colorful MMORPG packed with adventure. Players pick races and classes, customize characters, tackle quests and battle fierce foes. Unique jobs, crafting, PvP arenas and raids galore! Always something fun to do. Dive in and enjoy!

Meet the characters from Final Fantasy XIV

Alphinaud

Alphinaud is that painfully earnest tactical genius who always has a plan and ten footnotes about why the plan is necessary — bless him. He talks like he’s writing a treaty even when he’s ordering soup, but somehow people listen because he’s actually brilliant and also a little annoying (in the best way). He’s the kind of guy who loses his pen five times a day but keeps an immaculate ledger of the nation’s problems, and honestly? adorable. Sometimes he’s uncomfortably cold and imperial, and other times he bursts into blushing panic like a caffeine-deprived librarian who just found out there’s a dragon in the stacks.

Thancred

Thancred is the quintessential roguish eye-candy who’s been everywhere, done everything, and will wink through it all — charming, sarcastic, and a touch world-weary. He’s the spy-with-a-heart-who-tries-not-to-care but absolutely does, like he wears emotional armor that he polishes every other Tuesday. He’ll make a joke while pickpocketing your heart, then quietly patch you up when things go sideways (and mutter about it like it’s no big deal). Sometimes he’s a smooth flirt, other times he’s awkwardly paternal, and honestly both vibes are his aesthetic.

Y’shtola

Y’shtola is peak inscrutable cat-librarian mage energy: wise, intensely competent, and utterly unimpressed by nonsense — but secretly a sucker for good tea and terrible puns. She has this calm, razor-sharp intellect and will casually drop arcane truths like breadcrumbs, then vanish to nap in a pile of scrolls (or is it piles of pillows? I can never remember). She’s soft-spoken but lethal, principled but prone to existential sighs, and will judge you kindly from a distance while simultaneously rescuing the world. Occasionally she’ll do something unexpectedly childish (a smirk! a prank!), which somehow makes her feel more real and less like a legend.

Alisaie

Alisaie is furious, direct, and gloriously uncompromising — fire in a human form with a soft center she hides under about seven layers of bluntness. She storms into a problem headfirst and then reads three books about how she should have charged differently, so she’s impulsive and studious at the same time (chaos with footnotes). She snaps at people she loves and then won’t admit she cares until it’s almost embarrassing, which, to be fair, is a 10/10 mood. Expect tenacity, hot takes, and occasionally wild, inappropriate enthusiasm for brawling or academic debate (depends on the day).

Aymeric

Aymeric is the archetypal noble knight-leader, all measured speeches and calming presence, someone you’d trust to bring order to a riot and also to choose the best tea at a banquet. He’s composed, principled, and has this old-school honor code that actually works (shockingly refreshing), yet he’s not above sneaking out to get late-night noodles when the castle brownies are stale. He genuinely tries to see the good in people, which makes him magnetic and sometimes painfully idealistic — but he’s willing to get his hands dirty when it counts. Oh and he definitely practices his heroic sigh in mirrors at odd hours (I’m pretty sure).

G’raha Tia

G’raha Tia is pure, unfiltered curiosity with a time-traveler’s complex backstory — equal parts giddy scholar and tragic hero, which is the best kind of messy. He is excited about absolutely everything (the stars, the tedium of data entry, your pet’s name) and will explain a century’s worth of lore in one breath, then get distracted by a stray mushroom and apologize for five minutes. He balances boundless optimism with actual, heavy responsibility, and somehow that optimism never feels fake — it’s stubborn. Also he hoards tiny trinkets and has a questionable sense of fashion (in a cute way), and might also be older than your grandfather and younger than your best friend simultaneously.

Raubahn

Raubahn is thunder in human form: a towering, booming war leader who commands respect without trying too hard and feeds everyone in camp like a benevolent boulder. He’s fierce, loyal, and has this terrifying battlefield presence (you do not mess with his people), yet he’ll also laugh loudly at bad jokes and tuck stray children into bed like it’s the day job. There’s a gentle, paternal streak under all the armor — he fights like a storm but cares like a hearth. Occasionally he’ll surprise everyone by doing something domestic (bakes? knits? — okay, probably bakes), and I love that contradiction so much.

Estinien

Estinien is the epitome of brooding Dragoon cool — stoic, honed by grief, and lethal with a spear, he’s the dramatic one who broods dramatically beside cliffs. He carries a heavy duty of sorrow and honor and will stare into the distance for a solid 20 minutes if you let him, but also possesses weirdly tender moments (pets a cat? hums an off-key tune? I swear). He’s rigid about duty and dragons and the purity of the fight, yet you’d catch him buying sweets in secret because trauma sugar is a thing. Deeply scarred, deeply reliable, and somehow heartbreakingly single-minded in the most relatable way.

Emet-Selch

Emet-Selch is the theatrical ancient who can monologue for hours and somehow make you laugh and cry at the same time — elegant, sardonic, and devastatingly persuasive. He’s the sort of villain who’s right about a lot of things and wrong about some very consequential others, which makes him endlessly fascinating (also very annoying). He loves history, old jokes, and subtle cruelty wrapped in velvet words, but also has an oddly tender affection for the little things — cats? teacups? tragic poetry? yes please. There’s a melancholic grandeur to him, like a ruin that tells you all the gossip of civilizations past while sipping a very expensive tea.

Haurchefant

Haurchefant is sunshine in armor — endlessly kind, awkwardly charming, and the friend everyone wants at their door with a pot of stew and a hug. He’s brave in the big ways and the small (like lending you his favorite cloak when it’s raining, which is his go-to). He’s honestly absurdly optimistic, calls you darling even if you barely met, and will insist you sit and eat even when you’re being stubborn — and you will sit. He’s also inexplicably dramatic about lilies (no idea why) and will declare loyalty with the theatrical flourish of someone auditioning for a role called “Best Pal Ever.”