Difference between revisions of "Yuve'li Netahr"
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|image = Yuve%27li Avatar2.png | |image = Yuve%27li Avatar2.png | ||
|pronounced = [jyvɛ’li nɜtɑxɹ] | |pronounced = [jyvɛ’li nɜtɑxɹ] | ||
− | |age = | + | |age = 19 |
|born = <!--What year your character was born--> | |born = <!--What year your character was born--> | ||
|nameday = 4th Sun, 6th Astral Moon | |nameday = 4th Sun, 6th Astral Moon | ||
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His hair is a bright grey, shining white under sunlight. At home, it was dull beneath the clouded sky, its color and his pallor of little more interest than the muddied snowbanks around him. Under the desert sun, their hue is striking. Of course, not all about him is pale – his large ears and long tail are tipped with black, a trait he proudly inherits from his honorable mother. Upon his forehead, he wears a black tear, right above and between his brows. It holds significance in his line of Keepers, but he knows no others in his line besides his own family. No one else thus far has realized its meaning.<br> | His hair is a bright grey, shining white under sunlight. At home, it was dull beneath the clouded sky, its color and his pallor of little more interest than the muddied snowbanks around him. Under the desert sun, their hue is striking. Of course, not all about him is pale – his large ears and long tail are tipped with black, a trait he proudly inherits from his honorable mother. Upon his forehead, he wears a black tear, right above and between his brows. It holds significance in his line of Keepers, but he knows no others in his line besides his own family. No one else thus far has realized its meaning.<br> | ||
− | + | Not even 20 years old, Yuve’li is still young, yet many confuse him for someone older. His seemingly stern demeanor gives him an air of maturity, and the scarlet war paint accents his features, giving him the impression of a glare. His hair, pulled back and tied with itself, is unconventional for city miqo’te of his age. Milder-mannered folk find him a little intimidating, even when he isn’t doing anything in particular. Timid individuals are quick to read aggression from him, even when there is none. His newfound reputation as a gladiator is doing him no favors.<br> | |
He tries to carry himself with a steady dignity, but it’s obvious it’s an ill-fitting endeavor. Though his posture is upstanding at a glance, at closer look, there is always something off. He’s hunching in on himself just a tad, or his ears are flicked backwards just so, or his tail is skimming his thighs as he walks. When he sits, he tries to escape public eye, and he wraps up in himself even more, pulling a knee to his chest and hiding his mouth in his arms. If someone has reason to look closely enough, they’ll find his lips to be bitten and dry. | He tries to carry himself with a steady dignity, but it’s obvious it’s an ill-fitting endeavor. Though his posture is upstanding at a glance, at closer look, there is always something off. He’s hunching in on himself just a tad, or his ears are flicked backwards just so, or his tail is skimming his thighs as he walks. When he sits, he tries to escape public eye, and he wraps up in himself even more, pulling a knee to his chest and hiding his mouth in his arms. If someone has reason to look closely enough, they’ll find his lips to be bitten and dry. | ||
− | If one can look past the war paint and his unusual demeanor, they’ll see just how young Yuve’li really is. Without the paint, he looks his age | + | If one can look past the war paint and his unusual demeanor, they’ll see just how young Yuve’li really is. Without the paint, he looks his age naivety clear upon his face. Without the paint, the shadows beneath his eyes grow obvious. Without the façade, he’s really just a tired kid.<br><br /> |
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But that’s all gone now, so it’s time for him to grow up.<br> | But that’s all gone now, so it’s time for him to grow up.<br> | ||
+ | </div> | ||
+ | |||
+ | <br> | ||
+ | <table style="position:center; table-layou:fixed;" width="100%"> | ||
+ | <tr> | ||
+ | <td style="vertical-align: top;font-size:9pt; font-family:Helvetica;"><h3> | ||
+ | <div style="padding:10px 35px;background: #abb2b7;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;"><center>''Likes''</center></div></h3> | ||
+ | : <font style="color:#abb2b7;" size="3">■</font> <b>High places</b> - Since childhood, he would climb to the highest perch he could find. It provides both privacy and a sense of freedom. | ||
+ | |||
+ | <td style="vertical-align: top;font-size:9pt;font-family:Helvetica;"><h3><span class="mw-headline"> | ||
+ | <div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #c8d0c2;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;"><center>''Dislikes''</center></div></span></h3> | ||
+ | |||
+ | : <font style="color:#c8d0c2;" size="3">■</font> <b>Crowds</b> – They have too much noise and too many people. | ||
+ | : <font style="color:#c8d0c2;" size="3">■</font> <b>Isolation</b> – He’s never spent a day alone in his life, but now... | ||
+ | |||
+ | <td style="vertical-align: top;font-size:9pt;font-family:Helvetica;"><h3><span class="mw-headline"> | ||
+ | <div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #dedbc3;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;"><center>''Strengths''</center></div></span></h3> | ||
+ | |||
+ | : <font style="color:#dedbc3;" size="3">■</font> <b>Cold Resistance</b> – He grew up in Coerthas post-change; a little cold is nothing to him. | ||
+ | |||
+ | : <font style="color:#dedbc3;" size="3">■</font> <b>Observant</b> – He was born naturally keen, and he developed those skills further. Noticing the small details is key to survival. | ||
+ | |||
+ | |||
+ | <td style="vertical-align: top;font-size:9pt;font-family:Helvetica;"><h3><span class="mw-headline"> | ||
+ | <div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #E4E2C9;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;"><center>''Weaknesses''</center></div></span></h3> | ||
+ | |||
+ | : <font style="color:#E4E2C9;" size="3">■</font> <b>Heat Intolerance</b> - As someone who lived with snow all his life, the desert isn’t doing wonders. | ||
+ | : <font style="color:#E4E2C9;" size="3">■</font> <b>Illiterate</b> - Of the many skills his mother passed down to him, reading was not one of them. | ||
+ | |||
+ | </tr></table> | ||
+ | =Story (WIP)= | ||
+ | <br> | ||
+ | [[File:PH_280_420.png|right|400px]] | ||
+ | <hr> | ||
+ | <h3><span class="mw-headline" id="General"><div style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:16px;letter-spacing:0.2em;"><CURRENT EVENTS></div></span></h3> | ||
+ | <hr> | ||
+ | <div style=font-family:Georgia> | ||
+ | At the moment, Yuve’li is still new to Ul’dah and just trying to stay afloat. He’s trying to pay off a debt with an interest that grows day by day and just make sure he has his next meal. All the while, he’s warily observing the Thaumaturge’s Guild, looking for potential answers. <br> | ||
+ | <br> | ||
+ | |||
+ | <hr> | ||
+ | <h3><span class="mw-headline" id="General"><div style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:16px;letter-spacing:0.2em;"><BACKSTORY></div></span></h3> | ||
+ | <hr> | ||
+ | The Netahr family was, for a long time, an unconventional one. For reasons she never disclosed to her youngest child, Yuve Netahr lived in isolation, choosing to raise her children alone and without the company of other women. They lived across the White Maiden, in Eastern Coerthas, where snows were thick. Survival was hard-earned, but Yuve’li and his siblings were born into the work, and so the efforts were natural to them. They depended on one another to survive the colds, and even though each of the children were born of a different father, they were all a very close family. <br> | ||
+ | |||
+ | Though it may not seem so now, Yuve’li was the baby of his family. The youngest of four children, he was doted upon in childhood, free of heavy expectations. He loved each of his older siblings dearly, from the compassionate eldest to the acerbic second to his jubilant older sister. When Yuve’li was not yet a teen and his eldest brother finally took off to fulfill his traditional duty as a Keeper male, Yuve’li cried in his absence. Even this was endearing to his siblings and – more importantly – his mother, as traditional a matriarch as she was.<br> | ||
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+ | Aside from the eldest’s expected departure and the harsh weathers of Coerthas, Yuve’li had an idyllic childhood. He played with his siblings, learned how to hunt, and on rare occasion, accompanied his mother to watch her trade the furs he skinned for other goods. Before his travels, these were the only times Yuve’li met others outside his family, and even then they were primarly yur and other Keepers. <br> | ||
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+ | {{Spoiler}} | ||
+ | One day, when he was 17 years of age, Yuve’li and his older sister went out hunting, only to be approached by a tall stranger. Clad in black, with face obscured, all Yuve’li remembers is how the stranger loomed over them and the strong fragrance of some flower he doesn’t know. With the cryptic message that he could blame his father for what happens next, the stranger attacked with intent to kill.<br> | ||
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+ | Yuve’li, who had never experienced killing intent in his life, was caught completely off guard. Though his sister was barely two years older, she engaged with the stranger to protect him. She said that she would buy him time, that he should run for help.<br> | ||
+ | |||
+ | And though he would regret it for the rest of his life, Yuve’li ran. He ran back home, calling his mother and brother for aid, that his sister, that Tohn was going to be killed. By the time he led them back, however, it was too late. The stranger was nowhere to be found, leaving only bloodstains in the snow. His sister’s corpse was on fire.<br> | ||
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+ | The eldest brother could not be contacted and was not present for the funeral. <br> | ||
+ | |||
+ | {{End-spoiler}} | ||
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</div> | </div> | ||
− | =WIP= | + | =Relationships (WIP)= |
+ | {| class="wikitable" border="0" cellspacing="1" cellpadding="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; width: 60%; text-align: center; vertical-align: middle;" | ||
+ | |- style="background-color: #888888; color: #ffffff;" | ||
+ | | <div style="font-family:Helvetica; background: #abb2b7;font-size:12px;color:#000000; letter-spacing:0.2em;"><center><B>RELATIONSHIP STATUS LEGEND</B></center></div> | ||
+ | |- style="background-color: #E4EAF3;" | ||
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+ | <i>Filled shapes are established relationships. Hollow ones are unrequited, unexplored, or otherwise unfulfilled interests. The darker the color, the deeper the relationship or intensity of feeling.</i> | ||
+ | |||
+ | <font style="color:#F3A0D5;" size="4">♥</font> Romantic | ||
+ | <font style="color:#6b6e72;" size="1">–</font> | ||
+ | <font style="color:#A40000;" size="4">♥</font> Sexual | ||
+ | <font style="color:#6b6e72;" size="1">–</font> | ||
+ | <font style="color:#EEA82E;" size="4">♥</font> Platonic | ||
+ | <font style="color:#6b6e72;" size="1">–</font> | ||
+ | <font style="color:#6B8E23;" size="4">●</font> Positive | ||
+ | <font style="color:#6b6e72;" size="1">–</font> | ||
+ | <font style="color:#888888;" size="4">●</font> Negative | ||
+ | <font style="color:#6b6e72;" size="1">–</font> | ||
+ | <font style="color:#33A1D6;" size="4">★</font> Trusted | ||
+ | <font style="color:#6b6e72;" size="1">–</font> | ||
+ | <font style="color:#000000;" size="4">?</font> Unsure | ||
+ | <font style="color:#6b6e72;" size="1">–</font> | ||
+ | <font style="color:#000000;" size="4">✔ | ||
+ | </font> Business | ||
+ | <font style="color:#6b6e72;" size="1">–</font> | ||
+ | <font style="color:#000000;" size="4"> ✖</font> Deceased | ||
+ | |||
+ | |} | ||
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− | This page constructed by | + | <i>This page was constructed by Dr. Frankenstein-ing templates and codes made by others of the RPC community: [[Camille Everardi]], [[Sephirah Eruafnor]], and [[Bancroft Gairn]].</i<> |
Latest revision as of 10:52, 18 May 2017
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<CURRENT EVENTS>
At the moment, Yuve’li is still new to Ul’dah and just trying to stay afloat. He’s trying to pay off a debt with an interest that grows day by day and just make sure he has his next meal. All the while, he’s warily observing the Thaumaturge’s Guild, looking for potential answers.
<BACKSTORY>
The Netahr family was, for a long time, an unconventional one. For reasons she never disclosed to her youngest child, Yuve Netahr lived in isolation, choosing to raise her children alone and without the company of other women. They lived across the White Maiden, in Eastern Coerthas, where snows were thick. Survival was hard-earned, but Yuve’li and his siblings were born into the work, and so the efforts were natural to them. They depended on one another to survive the colds, and even though each of the children were born of a different father, they were all a very close family.
Though it may not seem so now, Yuve’li was the baby of his family. The youngest of four children, he was doted upon in childhood, free of heavy expectations. He loved each of his older siblings dearly, from the compassionate eldest to the acerbic second to his jubilant older sister. When Yuve’li was not yet a teen and his eldest brother finally took off to fulfill his traditional duty as a Keeper male, Yuve’li cried in his absence. Even this was endearing to his siblings and – more importantly – his mother, as traditional a matriarch as she was.
Aside from the eldest’s expected departure and the harsh weathers of Coerthas, Yuve’li had an idyllic childhood. He played with his siblings, learned how to hunt, and on rare occasion, accompanied his mother to watch her trade the furs he skinned for other goods. Before his travels, these were the only times Yuve’li met others outside his family, and even then they were primarly yur and other Keepers.
One day, when he was 17 years of age, Yuve’li and his older sister went out hunting, only to be approached by a tall stranger. Clad in black, with face obscured, all Yuve’li remembers is how the stranger loomed over them and the strong fragrance of some flower he doesn’t know. With the cryptic message that he could blame his father for what happens next, the stranger attacked with intent to kill.
Yuve’li, who had never experienced killing intent in his life, was caught completely off guard. Though his sister was barely two years older, she engaged with the stranger to protect him. She said that she would buy him time, that he should run for help.
And though he would regret it for the rest of his life, Yuve’li ran. He ran back home, calling his mother and brother for aid, that his sister, that Tohn was going to be killed. By the time he led them back, however, it was too late. The stranger was nowhere to be found, leaving only bloodstains in the snow. His sister’s corpse was on fire.
The eldest brother could not be contacted and was not present for the funeral.
Filled shapes are established relationships. Hollow ones are unrequited, unexplored, or otherwise unfulfilled interests. The darker the color, the deeper the relationship or intensity of feeling. ♥ Romantic – ♥ Sexual – ♥ Platonic – ● Positive – ● Negative – ★ Trusted – ? Unsure – ✔ Business – ✖ Deceased |
This page was constructed by Dr. Frankenstein-ing templates and codes made by others of the RPC community: Camille Everardi, Sephirah Eruafnor, and Bancroft Gairn.</i<>