Raffyr Mierick
- Come. the fire is warm, and us Viera are not granted such often -
― independent, elegant, giving WYRM HUNTER proud Viera, kinder man
. FOREMOTHERS . Many moons ago our mothers found warmth in a small burrow in the Coerthas Highlands, dug from their own bleeding hands. With the stars twinkling above, their daughters opened their eyes for the first time, and bathed in the light of the moon. Homes were built, and game was hunted. The mothers spoke long of dragons and wyrms, from a time long since past. We sing their songs to this day, and raise our spears to the heavens, so that we too may honor the lives that brought us here.. THE WOOD . Raffyr has long since joined his brothers in the Woods of Coerthas-when there still were woods. He remembers them fondly, but his ears point toward a new dawn and suddenly those memories are buried under a fresh blanket of snow. Raffyr learned everything from those woods-how to slay hungry dragons as his mothers taught him, how to skin them for armor, crafting tridents from bone and scale. He sold game to passing merchants, but when the cold came-there were no merchants.. DAWN . Raffyr felt the pull on a winter too cold to remember. Something in him froze over, the frost crawling across his heart and leaving something there that was old and aching. The woods were gone, he belonged to no village, how many moons had it been since another Viera shared his campfire? Raffyr trudged through the snow, and did not stop until it melted from his boot, tears warmed by the sun.. THE WORLD . Coin was easy to be had, when you had it. Raffyr found himself lost amongst a sea of people, with lives he did not understand. He could not hope to bring that wall down, so he offered his hand to whoever would take it. Raffyr cut chairs from wood scraps for the old woman who lived by herself in La Noscea, took up arms to rid windmills of Rat Kings and their subjects. He liked to be useful, to warm himself by the fire of hearts that burned much brighter and faster than his own.. FRIENDS . He found companionship in exploration. Adventurers, sell-swords, merchants, Raffyr was no longer want for good company. He learned how the Miqo'te danced and the Elezan spoke, taught himself the art of a good tavern brawl and the peace of a soft bed in the middle of nowhere. He lived and lost and found himself again, peering up at the moon, and wondering if his mothers were still in those mountains, digging burrows as their daughters bathe in starlight.
Profile
- There-see, just watch my footsteps and the rest will fall into place -
― independent, elegant, giving RAFFYR MIERICK proud Viera, kinder man
. FULL NAME. . Raffyr Mierick
. ALSO KNOWN AS. . Raff, Wyrm Hunter. AGE . 147
. Gender . Male (Ftm)
. PRONOUNS. . he / him
. ORIENTATION. . Pansexual / Poly
. RELATIONSHIP . Partnered (Open). OCCUPATION. . Cafe Patissier
. SPECIES. . Veena Viera
. POS. TRAITS. . wanderlust, curious, open-minded, skilled warrior, playful, listens well
. NEG. TRAITS. . easily overwhelmed, brash, reckless, lonely, self-doubt, overthinking. LIKES. . tea, dancing, learning, baking
. DISLIKES. . loud cities, severe cold, group hunts, inauthenticity. BIRTHPLACE. .Central Coerthas Highlands
. CURRENT HOME. .Lavender Beds
. SOCIALLY INEPT . Raffyr is a serial people watcher. He finds himself more without than within when it comes to social settings. There is an almost painful yank in his chest to socialize, but being on his own so long has slashed any hope he has for making connections seamlessly. He listens, hoping to gleam some kind of in, something that allows him to find a stranger in Limsa Lominsa and just-talk! Chatter! Banter! Anything!To his friends, Raffyr is wise with a kind smile. He laughs with his chest, and finds connection in skinship, more than generous with a pat on the shoulder or bumping against your hip as you travel aside another. He likes to be useful when he can, happy to lend an ear to troubled souls. He blossoms on the road, finding his tongue easier in small groups than late night clubs full of throbbing music and scream of celebration.. SUBTLE QUIET . He could be described as an old soul, as his youthful appearance is often deceiving to those unfamiliar with the Viera. Raffyr thinks he is exactly the age he should be, but no, he will not tell you. Perhaps his underlying mischievous nature demands a bit of mystery.There is a strange air to him that is only found through observation. Someone who has experienced life much different from those outside the Woods. To other Viera, he is stranger still, a deadly warrior with eyes that see much further than the horizon. There are words he leaves unspoken, tales he does not wish to share, but their ghosts are betrayed by the draw of a blade, the cold breath on his tongue, and a song too old to play.
Hooks
- I know those mountains well my friend -
― independent, elegant, giving RAFFYR MIERICK proud Viera, kinder man
. HISTORY .
. [ courage is a mask used liberally ]
A long life truly means a long life. What he lacks in worldly knowledge, he makes up for in tales of his home, of feats accomplished by his own hand. Stories he once held tight now fall eagerly from his lips, like snowflakes.. RETIREMENT .
. [ fancy a duel, if you're brave enough ]
Before Raffyr found his calling with delicate pastries and mouth watering desserts, he was a proud, and skilled warrior. Some days he misses that life, guilt at letting his prowess go to waste. Of course, he could always be goaded into a friendly spar.. TRAVELED .
. [ always on the move with nowhere to go ]
Though not as often as most, Raffyr has found himself nearly on the other side of Eorzea, once or twice. A masked stranger haunting the Ruby Sea, to a familiar hand for hire at the market. Raffyr made quite the effort to make up for lost time.
. QUIET .
. [ something lost ]
Raffyr is hard to read, when he decides to. Things he did not know, but should, kept from him either by circumstance, or something lost to time. A man all of his own, known only in parts that were easy to digest, served with a delicate scattering of rose petals, eager to be consumed. Graceful in the face of the unknown, Raffyr had little reason to question his tribe, but has begun to realize perhaps he should have.. CAFE .
. [ don't you want to wake up dark as a lake? ]
Raffyr found himself domesticated, spending his days curled up by the fire, a lap full of yarn, snoring. His mornings come late into the afternoon, and his nights are spent sweating by the oven. When he isn’t tucked away at home, he can be found meandering across Ishgard, basket of fresh goods in hand, his smile warm enough to keep the cold at bay.
OOC
I am what they call "and idiot"
― independent, elegant, giving RAFFYR MIERICK proud Viera, kinder man
WHOMST?
. NAME . Mark/Jamie, nice to meet you!
. PRONOUNS . he/him, ftm
. AGE . 21+, minors dni
. TIMEZONE . EST, more available on weekends/afternoons
. DATA CENTER . Crystal / Goblin, willing to travel. FORMAT . Discord/IG, either/both, better at long form but wanting IG as well. THEMES . romance, plot heavy, dark/angst, long form, I'm quick to adjust how dark based on vibes, au friendly (willing to switch things up or stay in one plot). THE LITTLE GUY BEHIND THE KEYBOARD .
Hey how's it going?
My name's Mark, I've been rping honestly most of my life. I'm an avid Dnd player, I love making new characters, writing fanfiction, and watching old 90's anime. I mostly play Nintendo or indie games on Steam. This is my first real MMO, and my first time rping in one. I am not good at the game by any means period, mostly here to be gay and look at men. Don't let Raff fool you, I'm very silly haha goofy ooc.
RULES
. 1 . Everyone has a right to say no, No is a full sentence. If you don't want to do something, I want you to feel comfortable doing so. If I don't want to rp with you, please don't take it personally.. 2 . I don't interact with minors, period, do not lie about your age, do not approach me, do not speak to me.
. 3 . I'm very new to FFXIV, I don't know a lot of lore, I skipped the story. If my understanding of the game seems a little strange or I ask too many questions, I'm just trying to keep up with IG lore and your IC lore. Please be patient with this secret sprout.
. 4 . Break for IRL, I will always try to communicate when I need to step away from RP for any reason: feeding the rabbits, cooking dinner, ect. Always feel free to do the same.
. 5 . It's all for fun, I love telling stories, whether they're lighthearted and charming, or gritty and angsty. I like to balance them, and am always happy to discuss what kind of plot points to explore next. Anything done IC is not personal; romance, arguments, fighting-it is just a story we're weaving together.. ROMANCE . I'm open to discussion/planning, but as always I have the right to refuse if I'm not interested in pursuing that kind of storyline
. ERP . ONLY with pre-established dynamics and frequent scenes together, not particularly interested in random people I don't know well enough to ERP with