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.

Valiance vs Villainy

"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, one day, repaid... It is by these truths, that Valerian may be identified as having a respect for life and not a wanton desire for slaughter.

General Idiosyncrasies

Vandrean is terrified of Carbuncle… it’s shining radiance more a portent of calamity than endearing aid. When confronted with the glimmering gem-crested critter, Van loses all sense of himself and his surroundings, falling into a primal fit of instincts as he lashes out in the singular focus of it’s annihilation.

• Rumors suggest his latest outburst wreaked havoc outside Ul’dah, tearing through Nanamo Mines in a relentless hunt against an already dismissed Carbuncle, his wake damaging much of the Amajina and Son’s equipment until finally sedated by alchemists.
  • It is said Vandrean’s skill with mining is attributed to ‘hard time’ in the mines as reparations for the Concern.

Miscellany

Racial Views

Mi'qote

• Vandrean loves Mi’qote. They are not only appealing to his tastes but he finds them incredibly adorable, often treating the younglings as pets to amuse him. Seeker’s often pique Valerian’s curiosity as much as his animosity concerning the Nunh and will often laud the independence of the Keeper’s and their women over the submissive obedience of traditional harems.

Lalafell

• Lalafell are easy enough for Vandrean to get along with, though he can hardly take them seriously at first. Valerian tends to mesh well with Plainsfolk, finding them kindred spirits in the carefree taverns and mead halls, well able to relax over pint afore stirring up a ‘little’ trouble. Dunesfolk on the other hand, are met with a bit more reservation, keeping strictly to business rather than pleasure.

Roegadyn

• Some of Vandrean’s best companions have been Roegadyn. Van respects their strength, their will, and often tests their resolve against his own in varied bar fights and street brawls. Mind, this is not always of the violent sort. Valerian cannot shirk a challenge and will attempt to, out drink, out fight, and out last any and all Hellsguard and Sea Wolf.

Elezen

• Vandrean take Elezen on a case by case basis, but is not without a dominant bias. He maintains a general disdain for the race, carrying a strong hatred toward any Wildwood with an entitled, elitist, attitude lifting themselves up upon a twisted and outdated sense of honor. Duskwights, on the other hand, are met with general distrust, Valerian rather seeing them slink back off into the shadows of whatever hole they crawled from.

Au Ra

• Vandrean maintains an ignorant stance on the Au Ra, but is visibly ill at ease of any mention concerning Auri females in the area.

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."
• "He was chased, malms, out of Forgotten Springs by a group o' Seekers fer ‘pouncing tails’ in the Nunh’s hut!"
• "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."