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+ | For one who is in perpetual danger of waxing poetic at the slightest provocation, Ravil notoriously plays coy with his own history, diverting prying inquiries with a casual quip or a shrugging aside about spoilers. What is known – and thus ventured freely – is that ‘Ravil Raindance’ is the stage name of one Ravah’li Randanzha, one of the last known survivors of the outlandish and mysterious Randanzha tribe-and-troupe – nomadic, nocturnal caravaneers of yesteryear who infamously interwove the performing arts and clannish custom in strange yet seamless ways, entreating audiences across Eorzea to dazzling theatrical displays. Ravil has evidently taken it upon himself to bear the burden of their memory on his lonesome, to ensure the spirit continues to wax full bright – though he relishes the opportunity to observe and shape new legends along the way. | ||
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Revision as of 16:58, 5 September 2017
About
Appearance: A moon-kissed miqo'te of diminuitive stature, svelte in form and uncannily graceful in manner; the long-leggedly lissome physique of a lifelong dancer. Fitting, perhaps, for their hair is wont to dance of its own accord, heedless of it's owner's wishes; a capacious cascade of luxuriant curls, half light, half dark, all lustrous, tumbling with artful abandon to their narrow waist. It lends a certain androgynous mystique -- and the sharp, delicate fey features peeking out from beneath those mismatched tresses offer little beyond under-eye facial markings by way of clarification. What they do offer, unabashed and unapologetic, is a wealth of sly mischief -- courtesy of plush cupid's bow lips in cahoots with eyes large, lambent and laden with coquettishly canopied lashes. Both are resplendant in cosmetic overstatement - emblazoned bold over stark porcelain pallor. Voice: His voice is soft but sonorous, a sensuous tapestry that can convey impassioned intensity with but a velveteen whisper. He employs a lyrical lilt liberally peppered with archaisms that lends itself well to his tendency to wax poetic at the slightest provocation. Aesthetics: Flamboyant frippery replete with artistic asymmetry. Whether clad in sumptuous silks, vivacious velvets or clinging leathers, Ravil styles himself part swashbuckler, part harlequin, all performer. Striped tights are a particular favourite of his, as are billowing coats, bodysuits and thigh-high boots, lacy cuffs, lapels... and a theatrical mask for every occasion. "But what is danger," he asked softly, "if not an invitation to dance?"
A tempestuous, mercurial soul borne aloft by theatrical flights of fancy, Ravil's adventurous spirit and puckish exuberance often see him freewheeling torwards danger and spectacle. As a bard, he believes himself both actor and agent, appointed -- mayhap anointed -- to both recover the songs and stories of eld and usher, through trickery or entreaty, new legends into the fore. And therein lies the quintessential paradox of his nature: for though his self-appointed mission sees him strut astride Hydaelyn's stage with each foot buried by turns in past and future, Ravil is very much of a creature of the moment -- a being of unbridled caprice, forever ruled by eccentric whim and whimsy. "And this bard has ever been a good dancer."
Song and dance and a spirited affray
What manner of devilry
"Mine own past, you ask? O, such unseemly haste!"
For one who is in perpetual danger of waxing poetic at the slightest provocation, Ravil notoriously plays coy with his own history, diverting prying inquiries with a casual quip or a shrugging aside about spoilers. What is known – and thus ventured freely – is that ‘Ravil Raindance’ is the stage name of one Ravah’li Randanzha, one of the last known survivors of the outlandish and mysterious Randanzha tribe-and-troupe – nomadic, nocturnal caravaneers of yesteryear who infamously interwove the performing arts and clannish custom in strange yet seamless ways, entreating audiences across Eorzea to dazzling theatrical displays. Ravil has evidently taken it upon himself to bear the burden of their memory on his lonesome, to ensure the spirit continues to wax full bright – though he relishes the opportunity to observe and shape new legends along the way. "Narrative, dear audience, must needs be paced!"
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Rumours abound and tall tales astound; some of them, mayhap, ring true!
Stories are in chronological order.
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