Urick Saravelu
But I hear voices in my head
They tell me I should be dead
Statistics
Birth Name ❖ Urick of Jaanam
Conscript Name ❖ Urick aan Saravelu
Age ❖ 68
Height ❖ 6'7"
Race ❖ Rava Viera
Nationality ❖ Dalmascan (Born in Golmore, in Jaanam village)
Pronouns ❖ He/him
Sexuality ❖ Bi
Nameday ❖ 22nd Day of the Sixth Umbral Moon
Combat ❖ Archer (magitek crossbow, sniping); dark knight/reaper (curved greatsword "scythe" imbued with the power of the void)
Inventory ❖
- A large crossbow, and quiver filled with bolts
- A curved greatsword, imbued with dark magicks
- A worn coinpurse with a sparse amount of money
- A moderately sized satchel with extra clothes, boots, and a waterskin
- A wooden marid charm on a leather thong, with beads painted gold
- A pair of black leather gloves
- A single letter in an envelope which looks old and worn
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Relations
Deity ❖ Menphina the Lover
Partner ❖ Nor Kolfa
Children ❖ N/A
Parents ❖ Iiris Saravelu and Svíni Jaanam
Siblings ❖ N/A
Companions ❖ Olemus, the Hare
Appearance
Hair Color ❖ Very pale lavender
Eye Color ❖ Lavender
Skin Color ❖ Dark tan
Build ❖ Sturdy and lithe, built for running long distances and wielding large weapons
Distinguishing features ❖
- The Mark ❖ An unnaturally dark mark on his face that trails down his neck until it is hidden by his clothing
- Fingertips ❖ His fingers and much of his hands are blackened, and his hands are gnarled claws
- Fangs ❖ Longer than normal canine teeth, no longer than the average Miqo'te. The rest of his teeth are also slightly sharper than they should be
- Scars ❖ The whole of his body is pockmarked by scars, with an unsettlingly deep one running across his chest and down his stomach
- Eyes ❖ His eyes are rimmed with long white lashes, and are nestled into darkened, tired eye bags
- Hair ❖ His thick hair is curly and unruly, but well kept and nearly to his shoulders
- Ears ❖ Long ears tipped in grey are expressive, often giving away his real feelings
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Personality
Urick is an outgoing fellow with a mellow demeanor. A chronic flirt, his playful banter rarely has meaning behind it aside from making someone smile. His brilliant lavender eyes can't always hide the grief he keeps from all but his most trusted friends, a frown tugging at his lips when he thinks no one is looking. Smart and quick witted, he can be rather dumb in situations where things are moving around him too quickly to keep up. One might find his awkward laugh endearing when he catches himself being a fool, the bright grin lighting up the room around him.
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History
World's biggest WIP, will fill this in as we go.• Born in the Golmore Jungle in the village of Jaanam, he was the only child of Iiris and Svíni, who had been trying for over two decades to conceive.• He was born sickly and quickly began to deteriorate, his mother desperately sought out the menders for a solution but after months of no improvement she made the hard decision to leave the wood.• Without a single coin to her name she made her way from village to village, aided along her way by kindhearted people until she reached Rabanastre, landing in lowtown and seeking out work and a place to live.• Finally able to find doctors who could help him, Urick was set on the long and painful path to recovery, a process that took up almost the first ten years of his life.• Despite his mother's protests he began working as a courier, strengthening his legs and lungs after years of being bedridden. This turned out to be a boon, and soon he was able to stop taking the expensive treatments he'd needed all his life thus far.• At fifteen he got work in a warehouse lugging massive amounts of freight from one carriage to another, building his strength over the five years he spent there.• By the time he was twenty he'd become something of a party animal, pub crawling and attending dances and bonfire parties in the desert on a regular basis. Determined to enjoy life to the fullest, he refused to take things slow and experienced everything he could as much as possible.• In his thirties Dalmasca was sieged by the Garlean Empire and in a bid to protect his mother Urick volunteered to join their army, earning him the aan rank amongst the thousands of other men and women taken when his homeland was colonized.• He resented the Imperials, making life as difficult as he could for the men in charge of training him but never doing anything worthy of being executed. The only thing that stopped him, years later, was meeting a young Bozjan boy named Vasant.• The boy was small, skinny, terrified, and Urick saw himself in him and took him under his wing. Teaching him first Dalmascan and then Garlean, they became fast friends over the years until Vasant was assigned to a tribunus and taken far from their outpost.• During the several years they were separated Urick experienced a near death experience that would reshape his life forever.• Eventually he would be taken to Corvos, a "gift" from the tribunus to his dearest friend Vasant. While both were disgusted by the way the situation was presented, they used it as a method to never be separated again and Urick became his unofficial right hand man.• Weeks turned into decades like this and one day a long awaited event took place and they were both free. Fugitives, but free. They fled in opposite directions and haven't seen each other since.• His only recent communication with Vasant was a request to bring his sister to Eorzea, and while he did so they became separated and now he travels alone, taking in a world he'd never had the opportunity to explore before.
Relations
Iiris Saravelu * Urick's mother, she risked life and limb to save her son's life when he was a baby. He spent all of his years prior to conscription repaying her kindness and he loves her more than anything else in the world. She took on the name Saravelu after leaving the Wood out of respect for the village's harsh rules on going beyond the border of their homeland.
Vasant Irithyll: He met the hyur when he was just a boy, freshly conscripted into the Imperial Army. He views the man as a brother, looking out for him whenever he can. They kept each other going over the many long years and he would gladly lay his life down for him. His drive to see him again keeps him going even when he feels weak and lonely.
Maria Irithyll: Vasant's younger sister and another dear friend. Over their long journey up until they were separated they had become quite close. He thinks of her as another sibling and cherishes her more than anything. Their similarly cheerful dispositions make them a nightmare for introverts the world over.
♥ Nor Kolfa: It was love at first sight, and then the second and the third. It didn't take Urick long to fall for every single detail about the man, and now he's head over heels without a care in the world. The Lamb is a prince in his eyes, and he would love to be his knight forever.
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Out Of Character
Hi guys I've been into MMO RP for over ten years now! I have some ground rules though that I'll put here and hope everyone will respect so we can all have a good time.• No ERP. This isn't negotiable and I won't do any kind of role play that leads to this at all, ever. I just don't like it at all. This actually, really means I won't ERP so respect my wishes and things will go great.• 21+ players only, no ifs ands or buts about it.• Don't god mod. This means if your character has issue with mine or has ill intent please let me know in advance! I'm willing to have bad things (never death or severe injury) happen to my character! I just have to consent and be willing to participate in the act beforehand.• Know that I have the right to leave any role play at any time. This means if something makes me uncomfortable I may call the RP quits. I'll say something of course, but I won't do things I'm uncomfortable with.• Be respectful of my boundaries. I'll never push RP that may make someone uncomfortable, so please have the same respect for me!• IC ≠ OOC, do not mix the two. I also do not give out my discord to strangers so don't ask.• I have dyslexia, so please let me know if I respond to something oddly or miss something that was said.• Please do not call my OC a bunny or bunny boy. It makes me incredibly uncomfortable as it feels very demeaning and infantilizing. I absolutely do not care if you don't mean it that way, I will blacklist for it.Thank you for taking the time to read this! I hope we'll be able to have fun interacting if you choose to do so.