Yuve'li Netahr

[edit] Overview WIP  Yuve'li Netahr Pronounced [jyvɛ’li nɜtɑxɹ] Age 20 Nameday 4th Sun, 6th Astral Moon Birthplace Eastern Coerthas Race Miqo’te Clan Keeper of the Moon Citizenship N/A Guardian Menphina LIFESTYLE Occupation Gladiator Combat Style WIP Other Skills Hunting, Archery, Skinning Furs Hobbies Whittling ABOUT THE PLAYER Username Cinaust Time Zone GMT +5 (summer) Server Mateus Additional Characters Susuhathi Luluhathi Yōran Takugo FOOTNOTES **Infobox template adapted from: Infobox-SLI <SUMMARY> There are few modern miqo’te so obviously traditional as Yuve’li Netahr. Even from afar, his Keeper heritage is obvious due to the warpaint streaked across his eyes. His pale complexion and paler hair seem out of place in the dry heat of the deserts, but his travels have led him to Ul’dah, and he has something he must do, no matter how much he doesn’t want to. There’s no hurry, he tells himself. He has time, he says. He doesn’t quite believe it. There is so much unfamiliar to him, down in Southern Aldenard. The clusters of buildings unnerve him. He has never seen so many Hyur in his life, and the Lalafell are utterly foreign to him, looking like children yet far older than his own twenty years. He hadn’t known. He had taken one for a child, and now he is paying the price. Swindled into debt, Yuve’li is out of options. His skills developed in the snowy forests of Eastern Coerthas are of little use in Ul’dah, and he knows not how to interpret the strange designs others call letters. With menial labor too undignified for a Keeper of the Moon, not to mention its insufficient reward, Yuve’li has been forced into a role he never expected, one his family never would have wanted for him: He is a Gladiator . Yuve’li is out of his depth. He knows no one, knows nothing, and there’s no sign of the reason he came here in the first place. With his reluctant successes in the arena, he is drawing too much attention, which is counterproductive to his goals. He can’t risk lingering too long around the Thaumaturge’s Guild. Any questions he asks around get twisted in the wind and blow back to him as a rumor. On nights when the sky is clear, Yuve’li can be found on some high perch inn the city, staring up at the moon. He watches intently, as if hoping for guidance, and though she comforts, Menphina does not answer. <APPEARANCE> Standing at 5 fulm 7 ilm, Yuve’li is on the taller side for a miqo’te, but he is by no means tall compared to other races. Even so, what he lacks in height, he still makes up for in presence—though not necessarily in the most positive of ways. 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. At only 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. 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, an aged 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. <PERSONALITY> A frequent observer might notice that Yuve’li rarely smiles. Without knowing his circumstances, many are quick to assume that’s just the way he is. After all, he seems like he wants to be left alone, with the way he keeps to himself and so grave an expression. He seems a loner, through and through... which is unfortunate, because he is not. Rather than irritable or stoic, Yuve’li is young, confused, and uncomfortable. He has never been to a major city, never met more than a handful of individuals from other races, and yet now he’s trying to live amongst the crowds and the cultures. He has a debt to pay off. He can’t just catch his food in the wilds. There are concepts called literacy and currency, of which he knows nothing. More than just uncomfortable, Yuve’li is anxious. He may even be a little afraid. However, a true Keeper of the Moon does not succumb to fear, and so Yuve’li will persevere, even though absolutely everything, even this respectable Keeper demeanor, is utterly new to him. In the end, Yuve’li was the youngest child of his family. His elder siblings all doted upon him. He’s used to familial closeness, lazy huddles around a fire, food literally thrown at his face. He’s used to praise for baby steps, gentle advice for his mistakes. He’s used to ruffled hair and light-hearted mockery. He had never been alone for a day in his life. But that’s all gone now, so it’s time for him to grow up.

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