Ravil Raindance

About Name: Ravah'li Randanzha Alias: Ravil Raindance Age: 26 Gender: Male Race: Miqo'te Clan: Keeper of the Moon Orientation: Heterosexual Marital: Single Deity: "Oschon by day, Menphina by night" Nationality: Gridania Occupation: Thespian, Bardic Wanderer Alignment: Chaotic Fabulous AppearancePersonalityRumorsStoriesOOCCredit Error creating thumbnail: File missing 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 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." Likes Song and dance and a spirited affray these things make for a momentous day An audience: Ravil is someone who has taken the phrase 'all the world's a stage' to heart. A performance: Singer of song, devotee of dance and all-round theatrical fanatic. The performing arts are deeply ingrained into Ravil's very being - and it shows. A slice of peril: Ravil has cultivated a habit of diving recklessly into danger, both for inspiration and it's own thrilling sake. Conflict is the heart of a story, after all. Stories shared, legends ensnared: If performance and peril are his passions, then stories are his obsession. Beyond merely amassing myth and legend, Ravil considers it his sworn bardic duty to ensure legends are born -- and that they never die. A dash of fashionable fancy: Ravil's vanity knows no bounds. If he's going to do something, he's going to do it in style. The lower decks of the Edgewise are a veritable labyrinth of flamboyant finery; an eccentric ensemble for every day of the week. Apropos admiration of artful allure: Ravil adores beauty in all its myriad forms -- but never more so than when that form happens to be long-legged and curvaceous. Dislikes What manner of devilry spells ruin for Ravilian revelry? The repugnance of routine:For a creature that thrives in chaos and surprise, a structured, regimented existence is anathema and protacted periods of boredom are banal to the extreme. He has no idea how people can contend with the same drudgery from this day to the next and stay sane. Even occupying the same four walls for longer than, say, a fortnight is wont to tempt a terrible diva tantrum. The march of magitek:Even though he's the ostensible captain of a tiny airship -- the Edgewise -- Ravil's rather outspoken in his distaste for technological trappings and comically maladroit in their operation. This probably explains why he crashed. The callousness of critics: There are few so repulsive in Ravil's eyes as those who devote themselves to tearing down works of art. An aversion to archery: Bows and bards are synonymous for reasons Ravil has never quite understood. He can shoot just fine -- sometimes he'll even hit -- but the fleetfooted thespian would much rather play the dervish: diving into the thick of things, blades in hands and a song on on his lips. Fears An ignominious ending Being forgotten Imprisonment Trivia Favourite food: Cake and other confectionaries Favourite drink: Fruity, sugary cocktails -- each one different than the last Favourite colour: Purple. All purples. Any purples. Preferably every purple, all at once. Rumours abound and tall tales astound; some of them, mayhap, ring true! but these threads of fancy fray and splinter... and old stories give birth to new NPC . ◢ Common Rumors - Easily overheard. Use these freely! ♦ "My husband and I happened to catch one of his performances in Gridania once. Very abstract, it was - all masks and glitter and fanciful dances - but delightful all the same. There was even a climactic tightrope duel! Have you ever heard of such a thing?" -- Theatre Enthusiast ♦ "He owns the gaudiest little airship I've ever clapped eyes on -- the Edgewise it's called. The deck even transforms into a stage!" -- Aspiring Aviator ♦ "Sings, dances, pens plays, reduces audiences to tears with sorrowful soliloquys... and then spends his weekends gallivanting off into warzones. For inspiration. Bit of a renaissance man, Ravil. Even if he is a complete lunatic." -- Fond Adventurer ♦ "Unapologetically eccentric, but there's no denying his enthusiasm -- or his passion. He speaks of stories in reverent tones generally reserved for the Twelve." -- Ul'dahn Critic ♦ "We got him good and drunk, but even though he was slurrin' and swayin' every which way, he never once dropped that flowery bardier-than-thou facade of his. I lost that wager." -- Perplexed Patron ♦ "Ravil? She - he? Oh, I don't even know - he comes and goes. Never sticks around for long. I quizzed them on where they were rushin' off to once, and they said - what was it again? 'This bard is but a billowing leaf blown thither upon fortune's fickle winds.' That's the bardic equivelent of 'I have no bloody idea', so I gather." -- Gridanian Innkeeper ◢ Uncommon Rumors - A little more difficult to hear. Use sparingly or ask first! ♦ "His troupe -- the Edgewise Ensemble, right? When they put on performances, there's usually five of 'em, including Ravil, all boundin' around in their masks and tights. What I wanna know is why we never see the other four off-stage." -- Amateur Sleuth ♦ "Ravil? Just saw him bein' carried off to his room -- over the shoulder of a particularly fetchin' roegadyn corsair. Maga-somethin', her name was. Lucky bastard." -- Lominsan Tavern Gossip ♦ "Airship captain, my arse! That clown doesn't know first thing about flying! I'm told he was running late for a performance and decided to take a shortcut... over Castrum Occidens! You can imagine how well that went for him. Reckless fool." -- Maelstrom Captain ◢ Rare Rumors - Very rarely overheard. Please ask before using! ♦ "Dangerous. You steer clear of him. He'll fill your head to bursting with heroic nonsense and send you hurtling headlong through Nald'Thal's gates, laughing all the while." -- Grizzled Adventurer ♦ "Something's a little... off about him, don't you think? I even overheard him talking to himself in the dressing room one eve. No, he wasn't just rehearsing. Let me tell you, if that were the case, he was veering wildly off-script." -- Stagehand, Ul'dah ♦ "Word has it there's a fat price on his head, courtesy of some Imperial Tribunus or other. Don't know why, don't know how. A particularly scathin' satire, maybe. Me? Nah. I don't accept Garlean coin; even in this line o' work, a man's got to have some standards." -- Bounty Hunter PC . ◢ Player Character Rumors - Feel free to add rumors of your own! ♦ "Add rumor here." Name ♦ "Add rumor here." 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