Valhyr Wyldervyk

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Aloha, and welcome to my Carrd!
I am a beginner/intermediate level roleplayer who first started RP in
FFXIV.* If my RP tag is on, I am in character! and probably finding it difficult to make the first move!*I am receptive to receiving and initiating walkups and tells, whether it be initiated OOC or IC.I am a 21+ adult, and am only interested with RPing with those of that age or higher. I am open to RP of all kinds. I am always willing to work with you if something is outside of your comfort zone, and I would ask for the same consideration in return.Happy to share my discord for further collaboration/scheduling if desired. Please ask me if you are interested in this. Not interested in serious/romantic relationships OOC.I am partial to the use of Mare Lamentorum, and will pair with you if that is something you are interested in.
No issues or hangups if you don't like it or don't want to use it.I am lore flexible! If you can dream it, you can make it work within reason.As you have probably already read to death by now; I am not my character, my character is not me, etc.Thank you for stopping by and don't be afraid to /tell! If you have a suggestion for me related to my Carrd or my character, please feel free, as I am still newer to FFXIV RP.

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Placeless kinslayerAre you Ala Mhigan or someone involved in the greater conflict surrounding the nation? Did you participate in the resistance effort to secure it's independence? Were you or someone you know personally affected by the special task force known as the Crania Lupi?Restless spirit
This character lacks many practical skills for steady employment. He might petition you for work or an odd job unprompted.Splintered faithThis character clings to the stories and legends of his people as a way to hold on to his connection to home. He may be eager to speak with you if you are associated with the newly re-emerging fists of Rhalgr, are an independent practitioner of advanced pugilism, or trained at the temple of the fist, prior to it's razing by King Theodoric.PhysicalityDedicated to preserving his physical condition, enjoying any manner of friendly physical competition. Perhaps you'd like an arm-wrestle or two on a wager?Uneasy nature
To many, he has an untrustworthy air and attitude about him. Comes across as standoffish, and often has his hand resting on his hilt. Perhaps he'd be a suitable mercenary or bodyguard for an occasion, or maybe you just want to start some trouble with someone you think is easily set off."The Shakes"
This is a malady caused by a distinct condition only immediately obvious to those with Aethersight or with advanced medical knowledge. This character may have sought you out for this."The Old Wounds"
A new chapter has turned in this character's story, after a life threatening incident changed his course forever. Change will be slow, but there may yet be a future for him beyond chaos and death. He may be unwilling to speak much of the inciting matter in question without due reason. Find him among friends if you've curiosity to be sated.

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"If love could have saved you, then we would have loved you forever and a day. More than anything, I wish it had. I still wish that it someday might.-UnknownWhat is the worth of an Aan, Do you think? Is it a simple question of economics, in the end? What is the worth of something that starts and ends broken? It is a miracle, even, that people like you could even be born among them.You know, until you displayed that talent of yours, your life was like any other among the rabble. Set on a course of mediocrity and begging for mercy until your own helplessness had curdled whatever spirit you had left, extinguished whatever fire lingered in your breast. As it turns out, not many have the stomach for the sort of things you have proven to be so exemplary in. Instead, they are content to mewl and lick at the boots of those who have the strength to assert their will otherwise. I am left to wonder what separates you from them, then. Does it merely betray something unsound tumbling about in that savage head of yours, or does your ambition truly spark brightly enough to tear asunder any obstacle you set your sights on, regardless of the consequences? I just can't seem put my finger on it, my dear boy, though I suppose the distinction hardly matters anymore. That look in your eyes when you address the peregrinus so, I don't know if I should applaud your sensibility, or laugh at their dumbfounded expressions expecting leniency simply because you were born amongst them. Miserable creatures all, your peregrines. Spineless, every last one of them. Thrashing about in the dirt for bread and coin, grovelling and sniveling until they so gracelessly expire like little chicks with their beaks hanging open expectantly.""I consider myself vastly fortunate, then, to have witnessed you prove time and time again where you truly belong, biting down at their worthless necks, proving that the spirit of the empire can be en-kindled in /any/ man- You stand as living proof. Would but the rest of your countrymen not be content to wallow in the mud like flea bitten animals. You could rise even higher than you have already, you know. So much higher...""Now, yes or no? Answer wisely."-Unknown"He gave up everything for you. He loved you as honestly and earnestly as any family could, and then some. With every fiber of his tortured being. With that heart of his that could set alight even the most desperate and complacent. Like I even have to tell all this to his one truly lost cause - the one boy he never could find it in his heart to give up on. He swore he'd make the world change, make it safer for you and for all of us lost in the chaos of this miserable war. The future he left this barren house to build was for you. And you chose to abandon it when it needed you more than anything. All the while he was rallying rebels just as terrified and hopeless as he felt, he was thinking of you. If you had learned your letters like he fought with you to do, you could have read every detail up until they abruptly stopped coming. All he wanted was for you to have faith that our people are not broken. Not lost. He wanted so desperately to prove that it was going to mean something. All the sorrow, all of the blood, all of the courage and bravery in the face of a world that just as well damned him to his fate from the moment his mother abandoned him. The woman he actually remembers the. The one who looked him in the eyes and told him he couldn't come with her. For you. What he saw in you is a glimmer in the void of your heart I will not tread, will not -deign- to understand. His miracle was to see the good in everyone, even those unworthy to look him in the eyes. Maybe that's why neither of us will never understand him. How he'd wipe away your tears after you'd run and hide in your own little world, too angry and red in the face to see past your own fists. Fed by your sister's hunt and the ache in his back tending to crops that won't grow. I see you as you are, boy. Poised to tear apart those around you for a scrap of bread, or a single bloodied coin. After all of that, you reach at the glimpse of a life that is a nothing more than a pretty illusion, amongst monsters whom I admit you may well truly belong. I am only grateful he died before he saw the real you. While his messages still pleaded for your safekeeping, for you to keep practicing your letters, for you to forgive him for enlisting. He died not knowing he wasted precious moments of a life cut so short on the lowest of the low. So run back to your master, boy. Run back to where you feel you belong, at the heel of raving lunatics who would sooner see you hang by your entrails than dine at your table.Think of him for me, will you? When you die gripping so tightly to that blade long rusted over from the blood of your brothers and sisters, think of him and know...""That you are nothing."-Unknown"Would you still love me, even as I am now? After the dust has settled? You used to grab me by my shoulders after you'd down bottle after bottle of that poison, with that paranoid earnestness in your eyes and beg me to live. Every day you fought to convince me that I should, clawing over the broken bodies of your brothers and sisters in arms. Fighting. Winning no matter the cost, no matter whose or how much blood you had to spill.""Sending me letters I couldn't read.""Thanklessly.""Tirelessly.""Until the day you fell, like the rest of them. All those little leaves blown away in the autumn wind, whistling of tomorrow. Emboldened only by the hollow promise of the free air they would yet climb higher upon still. That day came, brother. You were not here to see it. Long live the liberators.""I'm alive, and the pain crackling over my whole body ensures me of that fact. Crawling through the dirt on my knees in a world that sought to bury all of us as quickly and readily as it was able. The little pieces left of you I can only hold so tightly; fearful that they will come apart in these hands of mine that break, and break.The hands you sought to guide all this time, even when they struck you... To somewhere they'd do right. Would you tell me you were proud of me, like when I'd finally catch something after wasting your bait for a few bells, silently wishing just to stay a few moments longer, shoulder to shoulder? How you'd smile and tell me stories, as I'd stare off into the depths of the water, unable to look you in the eye? Would you pull me against you and rub your fist in my hair and tell me that just the rhythm of my heart yet beating was enough to give you the strength to press on? I want to hear your voice as you were then. I want to turn to you and ask you about your dreams instead of frowning in silence. I want you to tell me everything.""Anything.""Couldn't you have leaned on me as I did? Couldn't we have abandoned this awful world together?""I'd ask you where you want to go, who you want to meet, who you want to really... be when we're finally putting all this gods-damned madness behind us. Free to live a new life. No more whispers of broken worlds and people that need mending, of the duty you will bear above all else for the honor of corpses and dead men. Of the comrades you must bury every single day. No more. Please.""Just you.""I want to lean over your shoulder and fall asleep watching you put to page the variegated disarray of shapes, bitter streaks of color on grotesque display in the blackened husk of a world that now sleeps in darkness. Brought to its knees, mere detritus since before our eyes had even opened. You'd illustrate it, embellish its rotted form in that chewed leather tome with the remnants of lives that we'd find strewn about the skeletons of buildings long gone cold. I want to let this horrible world loose from you, from those arms that have lifted up so many. Let it all die and be silent, just as we have always known it to be. How could you choose this world, this place? How could you?""It's all worthless without you! All of it was always worthless!""Rubble and dirt and hatred until your head begins to spin, your knees begin to buckle and you wonder if this is all that ever awaited us! Drawing fearful, shallow breaths in the beaten shadows of our supposed mothers and fathers. So many nights I've shut my eyes and prayed to nothing. No one. I pray for you, I pray for what remains of our homeland, and I pray for all the lives I've stepped on just to speak every one of these horrible, selfish words. Ranting to the empty night like a madman."
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"I will live. Just as I swore to you I would. I promise this to you above all else. Dream of peace, and of tomorrow. Rest.""For the nightmares of tomorrow are mine, now. One day, we'll dream together again."-Unknown

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