Valerian Vandrean

Valerian Vandrean
"E'ryone 'as an ego, mine's jus' bigger... and better."
Race	Hyur
Clan	Highlander
Citizenship	Ul'dah
Server	Balmung

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Attributes

• Agnomen: Val, Van, Vandrean.

• Age: 28
  • Nameday: 12th Sun of the Sixth Astral Moon

• Alignment: Chaotic Neutral, (Good).

• Height: 6 Fulms 4 Ilms
• Weight: 260 Ponze
• Physique: Tall, broad, and thickly muscular.

• Hair: A dark auburn-red of some length.
• Eyes: Emerald Green

• Accouterment: Vandrean is often seen sporting a Galerus and Messail while also blending medium to heavy armours with reckless abandon.
  • Armament: Large weapons of punishing effect are the weapons of choice, though it is not uncommon to find Val sporting a wicked, undulant, sword and a bladed lantern shield.

Personality

Women and War

"Brings a right twelvesdamned tear t’me eye.”

Vandrean is a rather brash and garish sort, unreservedly flirtatious, and overall an arrogant and narcissistic man. He loves to flex and pose for the ladies of Eorzea, and will attempt to woo any woman, shamelessly nonchalant of any prior commitments she might have. Val loves to leave them wanting, however, and rarely despoils the night of its innocence, preferring to hear the pouty groans of enamored women as he exits.

Vandrean is also not holden to any company, Grand or Free; no one city state claims his allegiance. He is unbound by ideological constraints and pursues but one agenda: raw, physical, power. To this end, he is drunk with blood, ever warring against increasingly stronger opponents, thrusting himself onto the razor’s edge of life and death. Valerian truly finds a dark pleasure when kissed by the blood of battle, losing himself to the euphoria of a grand fight.

Beyond this… blood + lust, however, is a man eager to forget the past, aching to put at naught the demons within. Thus, it can be said, Valerian considers women and war to be one in the same: a challenge worthy of his blessed presence and rightful conquest, each well able to drown the silent screams of his heart.

Vanguard Vandrean

"T'hells ye think yer goin'?!"

To many, Vandrean seems the stalwart shield, selflessly charging deep into terrifying opposition, shouldering the onslaught and ire of feral beasts and godless men; a ‘hero’ standing where many would fall, giving not an ilm afore his strength should wane as a bulwark for those that traveled with him. But, to tell it true, Valerian is an incredibly selfish warrior. A fight of any magnitude is a deeply personal and cathartic experience for him, thus he cannot suffer any enemy to turn its gaze from him. No, he would see their fear, their hatred, their desperation, roil, all, behind fading eyes. He would drink deep the song of death, listening intently as the last rasp of a dying breath intones its sullen tune.

It is not so much a morbid obsession as much that Vandrean cannot accept an anonymous kill, he would know them by the dialogue of steel; he would honor them by guiding their wretched souls back to the Aether. Valerian knows all too well the throes of death and the intimacy wherewith a life must be taken, thus every kill is measured, valued, and, soon, repaid... It is by these truths, that Valerian may be identified as having a respect for life and not a wanton desire for slaughter.

Miscellany

The Rumor Mill

Common Gossip

• "He’s more ripped than a Coeurl’s plaything!"
• "Gods forefend… If it’s not fighting, it’s flirtation…"
• "Ever run your hands ‘cross that man’s abs? Harder than Titan’s fist, they are!"
• "Val? He’s harmless ‘nuff. Just watch yer backside; after a pint or three he gets –a little- handsy."

Uncommon Hearsay

• "His scar, so they say, was a gift from an old flame."
• "Don’t be fooled by his antics. There’s something… ominous, about that Highlander."
• "Vandrean? I thought his name was- wait… what was it, again?"
• "He has a fiancé?!"

Rarest of Words

• "If what I ‘ear’s true… the poor sod’s got an Ishgardian bounty on ‘is ‘ead."
• "Word on the street is the man’s hunted by an Au Ra Raen."
• "He’s definitely not Limsan. The speech is a ruse- for what, I’ve not the foggiest- but, I heard him slip."