MYR EL'IRE

always bite back.

( GOBLIN ✧ CRYSTAL ✧ NA )

'A CORNERED DOG ALWAYS BITES.' bastard with a bad attitude. adrenaline junkie with a long running losing streak. always open to interact WU/T'S ENCOURAGED. .

ahtu , they / he

USA , EST

goblin , crystal

Not always checking my screen when Myr's lurking about! If you haven't caught my attention, shoot me a /tell and I'll hop to ya
Myr has a 'bad' habit of listening in to conversations and scoping out nearby bystanders when he's lurking about, however this only applies when the RP tag is up.
Tag off? Nothing is remembered IC.
Always willing to talk about possible roleplays or plots over FFXIV or Discord. Please don't contact me through discord with unrelated matters.

in-game preferences ,

walk - up yes | tells yes | M-RP yes | e-rp situational

Mare synchronos?

selectively pairing
if we are interacting, send a /tell to trade

Topic Warning!

Myr is built heavily on a dark-fantasy and gritty style of writing, as such it is extremely possible topics may enter a darker angle including such things not limited to mentions of injury, murder, SA, near-death, and etc.
Please let me know at any time if you are uncomfortable, and I will avoid topics in rp

Always looking for long-term/story driven rp.
Chance encounters/walkups are ALWAYS welcome!Preferred Themes: Dark, Mature, in-depth and long-term character interactions, intrigue, gritty fantasy, action/combat, and anything interesting that might pop up along the way.
Writer and Character are 21+!

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general information • • •

• NAME Myr El'ire• AGE Thirty-Five• SPECIES Hyurian, Midlander• SEXUALITY Homosexual Demiromantic• RELATIONSHIP It's complicated. VERY.• AFFILIATIONS LT. for Big Dango FC, more +• OCCUPATION Sell-sword, For-Hire Mercenary, avid Pit-Fighter, and.... HR.• BIRTHPLACE Ishgard, Coerthas• ALIGNMENT True-Neutral, ISFJ• VOICE CLAIM this // Hawke DA2 - and this // Kiltro

TEETH STAINED RED. Myr El'ire is a cold fire of a man, bold and direct and never hesitant with his words, no matter how sharp they may be. He has quite the aggressive streak, often easily irritated by the simplest things, though it's hard to tell his "neutral" face from most other expressions thus far. Most well known for his sharp silver tongue, the only thing sharper being the teeth that lie behind curled lips. If you manage to pry past the general bad attitude, he's always up for an interesting conversation.

positive traits slow to malice, patient when it counts, a quiet presence when it matters, trust worth it's weight in gold negative traits stubborn, stupid, bull-headed, quick to lash out, radical belief system

   constitution       ★★☆☆☆☆☆
   brawn       ★★★★★★☆
   dexterity       ★★★★★☆☆
   speed       ★★★☆☆☆☆
   intelligence       ★★★★☆☆☆
   wisdom       ★☆☆☆☆☆☆

likes red meats; dzo
likes getting into fights
likes sugar based sweets
likes cold weather

Occupationally, he's a for-hire mercenary, though currently employed as a Lieutenant for a mercenary company named Big Dango. How he possibly got a clean-uniformed promotion to that rank is anyone's best guess. When he's not busy hunting for work and odd jobs or tailing relentlessly after his Boss, he enjoys the occasional pastries and cheap [preferably free] drinks.

look inward
look outward

   wits       ★☆☆☆☆
   charisma       ★★☆☆☆☆☆
   heart       ★★★★☆☆☆
   spirit       ★★★★★☆☆
   magic     ☆☆☆☆☆☆☆
   focus       ★★★★★★☆

dislikes ocean + boats
dislikes mushrooms
dislikes Limsa Lominsa
dislikes being nagged

   height       5'5" // 165cm
   weight       156lbs // 71kg
   build       Athletic muscular | Lean yet well-built, bulky in the arms and torso with years of physical activity. Wide shoulders, with a notable taper inward at the waist.
   skin       Fair, pale freckles from sun exposure. Right side of face marred by burn scars trailing down the full of his left-side, body scattered with various scarring of old wounds. A rune-like tattoo spans his right arm and shoulder, a matching tattoo of a hawk curved down the side of his right pectoral.
   hair       Short cropped messily as if by hand, dark grey with black accents. Often kept shaven on the sides or choppy-short, rarely ever grown out past an ilm or two in length.
   eyes       L. half-fogged black | R. clouded blind-white
• scents Old leathers, cigarette smoke, woodsy musk and a lit of well-aged whiskey.

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Common Knowledge

( BASIC HOOKS )

NORTHERN

a long, long ways away from home.

You can hear it in his voice when he speaks -- Myr is not local. his accent is strange, a pattern of stuttered and fragmented syllables that blur together fast when he speaks. it's not Limsan, though at first it may seem so. it's structure is closer to the old pattern of farmers and huntsmen living in the colder sides of Coerthas. Not quite refined enough to be from the city, no, though those of the Brume would have no trouble understanding the odd dialect woven between words.

MARRED

too many stories, gouged one over the other over the other.

You see it when you first lay eyes on him, an artwork of old pain. layered in slashes and tears over one another, a ruined canvas of scars that leave no hint to what the skin might've looked like when younger. gashes to claw marks. stab wounds to bites. it's a mystery why he's never let them heal with aether.Across the right shoulder, marred skin split -- something tried to bite off the limb, but did not succeed. his right knee, gnarled in a way that left the bone healed wrong. it settles in an unnatural way when he walks, like a dead legged limp. fingers are a mirrored piece, skin long since blistered to leather from something more toxic than flames, fingerprints gone along with the feeling of touch.

TANNED-HIDE

enough alteration can hide one's very flesh.

No space for freckles or marks to blossom, a patchwork of burns descends across his left side, tearing its way from his heel to the stretch of his face, red. It's left his right eye ghastly, glass. it's the oldest of the patchwork-mar, old slices layered above the leathered flesh.Though his left was spared from the long past flames, Myr left no space spared from the dip of ink. mirroring the burns, the curve and spiral of tattoo ink covers the length of his left arm, branching up and outward from his shoulder with the feathers of a bird, and spanning down a slow dripped trail of his side.

Rare Knowledge

( SPECIFIED HOOKS )

MAD-DOG

cornered dogs always bite, starved dogs never stop.

never leave your fingers too close to the starved dog's open maw. Myr can be kind and he can be polite, but his reactions and actions are always nearly unmanageable. Wild. Senseless, at times. He takes offense, strongly, any insult to his company is an insult to him. Grudges set in mind for him are grudges set in stone; he remembers clear those who have wronged him, and rarely does he intend to let them live and let be.

DEAD MAN

clawed up from the grave, fingers gnawed with frost.

[AETHER SENSE] Myr's aether is wrong. You can feel it in it's thinness, sick and fading like a fog. An endless flow outwards with no cycle back within. Open faucet, leaky drain. Sluggish, like oil, held in with bandaging beyond eye-sight. He should be bed ridden, if not dead, yet here he stands before you.

Exclusive Knowledge.

( BASIC HOOKS )

BLOOD

the WOLf ONLY NEEDS ENOUGH LUCK TO FIND YOU ONCE.

There's blood on his hands, stained into the leathered burns of his palms, a crimson red that wont wash away entirely. He's harmed for gil, for food, for survival, for his own self-judged necessity. There's no nausea in his expression at violence, no turn away of his gaze from gore. His kindness is a surface level, a sheep's clothing as he waits. Watches. Always tense, he'll never wait til he has to retaliate.

WORTH

how much would one pay to never be seen again?

Everything has value, from one end of Hydaelyn to the other. Food, cloth, cattle. Myr knows the names of the men he's wronged, haunted at his heel by the repercussions of his actions. Men who'd see him dead. He's paid for much, with his own blood, gil, work, every ilm of gnarled flesh. His only means of escape being an endless run, abandoning name, company, anything to keep himself, first and forever foremost, alive.

Connections & Ties

( SPECIFIED HOOKS )

'GUCCI' COMMANDER / BOSS

Commander of the Company DANGO, one name on a very very short list of individuals Myr will listen to, every word, no hesitance in obedience. An odd result, considering most of the time, the hyur and roegadyn are at each other's throats. If Myr's spotted anywhere, it's usually hunched at the heel, trailing after the man himself. >>

LIHLI LIFE DEBT // BOUND

A debt owed so heavily he lacks the lifetime and worth to ever begin to pay it back. Myr would die for her, a dozen times over, if not for the fact his own presence is a permanent thorn. She's brought him nothing but safety and security, and he'll only manage to bring her his lifetime's worth of suffering and misery. >>

M. LEFEUVRE BLOOD KIN // HOME

The only man alive Myr would claim as family. Once childhood friend, the hrothgar is the closest thing to a living relative Myr's got; head of a small trade company, overseeing a small dozen vessels, it's rare the two ever maintain direct contact. Despite a world's worth of distance, he would expend every resource and gil he's got for the smallest request of help from his brother. >>

HIRAM S. OLD FRIEND // CUT TIES

A long, long time ago, Myr made a home for himself within a decent sized mercenary band in Ul'dah, ran under the name of 'Silver Swallow'. A lucky chance, following years of inability to keep work, given by a man Myr once would've called a dear, close and trusted friend. Live and die, a company he had no intention of leaving and one he called home. But that was a long, long time ago. >>

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