Wyra'li Polaali

Wyra'li Polaali
"A charming bard with a heart of crystal."
Gender	Male
Race	Miqo'te
Clan	Keeper of the Moon
Citizenship	Revenant's Toll
Age	25
Sexuality	Homosexual
Occupation	Mercenary and Crafter
Height/Weight	5 fulms 6 ilms / 139 ponze
Diety	None

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Basic Info

For a miqo'te with a crystal buried deep in his chest, Wyra'li Polaali has managed to remain unfathomably jovial. Despite the fact that he's probably carrying the means of his own demise within his sternum, Wyra'li has somehow managed to keep himself up on his feet and traveling the width and breadth of Eorzea, telling jokes and earning laughs wherever he manages to find work and accommodations. After all, he knew naught else but his family trade, loaning himself out to hard work and fair pay for the sake of survival as he moved from one job to another, moving ever farther and farther away from Revenant's Toll, his home. In an effort to sever ties to his family, who had left him for dead the moment they laid their eyes upon him, speared onto a javelin of crystal, he made every effort to make himself scarce. Not only that, but he found it easier to breathe, nonetheless function, the greater the distance he put between himself and areas of great aetheric activity. Unfortunately, though, his travels from one caravan to another has been justifiably suspended thanks to the inevitable growth of the crystal. Unable to bear the thought of his former trading company pitying him or coddling him as he succumbed to the effects of the crystal, Wyra'li fled to the farthest reaches of the Outer La Noscea, fearing that he would end up like those wandering the bowels of Pharos Sirus. Fortunately though, some of the friends that he had made from his journeys were not only good people but great hunters invested in his wellbeing, and they sought him out despite his every intention to evade them. They eventually discovered Wyra'li and began redoubling their efforts to try and find a way to save him from the crystal's growth before it overtook him. At the moment, he is bedridden at the Hermit's Hovel, awaiting treatment and cures from the solutions being sought by his companions and friends.

Likes ■ Storytelling ■ Jokes, the good and the bad ■ Challenges, anything to keep his mind working ■ Independence ■ Warm flavorful food, particularly meat and curry ■ Solid food ■ Laughing, he enjoys it immensely. ■ Groups, as in having his own place in one. ■ Having his ears rubbed.

Dislikes ■ Codependence ■ Pity ■ Boredom ■ Those lacking humor ■ Commitment ■ Uselessness ■ Being shirtless ■ Liquid food

Skills ■ Entertainment, both singing and dancing (when he is healthy and hale) ■ Crafting, as he is a weaver and leather worker and recently adopted culinarian ■ Quick thinker and risk taker ■ Fast on his feet and extremely dexterous ■ Stubborn, determined, and proud (A holy trinity of extremely compatible yet toxic traits) ■ Pain tolerance (Look to the holy trinity) ■ Extremely sensitive to aether ■ Incredibly lucky or, alternatively, incredibly unlucky

Appearance & Personality

During his zenith, Wyra'li was a strapping young lad with muscle enough to carry cargo and perform a variety of jobs with little struggle. He had thighs that hurt to slap, and a punch that would certainly break some cartilage, but because of his wit to perform with as little energy as possible for more coin, Wyra'li spared himself the bulk that was gathered by his eldest brother, but made just as much as he with half the work. His build, as a result, remained lithe and spry up until his decline in health. Being an efficient worker, Wyra'li learned to love having his hair tied up and out of his face and keeps it up even when he sleeps, leading to funny shapes in the locks of short hair framing his cheeks. His bright turquoise hair is due to his demure father's genes, though richer in hue, and for a long time had a healthy almost luxurious sheen. With the color shared by his eyes, Wyra'li finds his color palette pleasantly balanced. Of his entire family, Wyra'li has the lightest skin tone, an overcast grey versus their stormy clouds, a trait that his mother correctly identified as being a sign of poor health.

Miscellaneous

Rumours Some of these rumors are untrue or are greatly exaggerated. Please feel free to add your own rumors under PC! ◢ Common Rumors (Easily overheard) ■ "Sings a good song when he's not wheezing away into his sleeve. A raspy voice makes good for his funny tunes, so I suppose there's something good that comes out of that cough." ■ "Wyra'li Polaali? The mercenary? He's a good hired hand, works hard, gets along well with others, though I haven't seen him about recently. I wonder where he's gone off to?" ■ "He's passed through here a couple of times with different caravans. Always tips and seems to enjoy his work. A merry soul, that one." ◢ Moderate Rumors (Moderately difficult to overhear) ■ "I've been seeing less and less of him recently. He used to sit in the bars many a time, singing his diddles and telling his jokes. Last time he came through he had a nasty cough with him. Been serving him more and more water instead of his usual wine. Left blood stains on my napkins, dropped a few of my glasses and ceramics, the whelp. Can't say that I expect him to be coming back. Must be struck with some disease and frankly, if he be carrying, I don't want him back in my establishment." ■ "He was with a grand trading company the last I saw him pass through. This time, though, he was carried on some large hyur's back, passed out against his shoulder. Nearly thought he was dead if it wasn't for his wheezing. He'd lost some weight and muscle. That can't be good for his line of work. His clothes looked so loose upon him." ■ "That teal miqo'te? He's a chipper lad. Not sure where he hails from or where he's going. Haven't seen him in some time. The lad and his humor have been missing for a while now when he used to pass through all the time. 'Fraid I don't know where he's gone off to. Can't say that I'm surprised, though. The lad's been wandering for a while, and I'm sure he's doing just that even still. He's probably somewhere. Or dead. Who can say with the world as it is today?" ◢ Rare Rumors (Very difficult or rarely overheard) ■ "There's something up with that boy more than just that cough. I swear I saw something underneath his shirt, or at least something glowing beneath it. Couldn't get a good look, though, he's always got his hand pressed over his chest when he's dressed that low. Otherwise, he's always dressed in layers. But I will swear to the twelve that there was something glowing beneath there!" ■ "I've seen it! The boy's just a step away from becoming one of those crystal covered monsters. It would be a mercy to ease him into the aetherflow now rather than later. I'm telling you, there's a crystal growing in him and it'll take him, yet. Mark my words it will kill him or kill what we know as Wyra'li Polaali. He's a dead man walking." ◢ PC Rumors (Rumors from the character's of other players) ■ "An idiot, but a very charming idiot. I hope he can hang in there... this realm will be a less amusing place without him." -- Marlon'to Menai ■ "He's rather kind and outgoing, at least, as much as one in his condition can be...but he likes to joke a lot! It's fun--er, though most of his jokes seem to just go over my head. As kind and supporting as he can be though he's very stubborn. He keeps asking for solid meals even after I've told him multiple times such types aren't good for him in his weak state. Yet he always asks...sorry Ser Wyra'li. Not until you're better...which I pray is soon." -- Eir'a Holmen

Current Relations ♥ Sexual Desire ♥ Romantic Interest ♥ Platonic Love ● Good Standing ● Neutral ● Poor Standing ● Eir'a Holmen: ● Marlon'to Menai: ● Deakkov Penritt: ● Moirae'wo : ● Altaerith Azrael: ● Evinder: ● Aran'sae:

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