Ronin'ra Jinehga

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 Ronin'ra Jinehga
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Gender Male
Race Miqo'te
Clan Keeper of the Moon
Citizenship Lominsan
Age 32 cycles.
Height/Weight 6 fulms 1 ilm / 179 ponze
Namesday 1st Sun of the 5th Umbral Moon
Alignment Chaotic Neutral

Character

♦ General



"S'easy t'fuck w'folk. S'even easier t'make 'em 'ate ye, eh?"


Ronin is (outwardly at least) a rough, crass and outspoken individual. Pretty much most opinions, or just basic thoughts of a situation, that swim to the surface are spewed outward in a guttural, boisterous tone. To many, that first meeting or appearance instantly strikes home as he being an unsavory individual. Unknownst to all but a select few, it's mostly a ploy. Mostly. A mask used to weed through those he wouldn't normally even bother to understand or care to learn of. Words are a thin tether to this Keeper.


While his natural habitat (the docks and various underworldly parts of Limsa and Ul'dah) accept him as such, to those with anymore than a modicum of common sense and dignity veer completely opposite. To him, he cares little what others think. He is who he is and that's as simple as that. Quick to anger, even quicker to escalate a situation to its end, Ronin can be set off at the drop of a pin. But, on the other side of that very rough, very dirty coin, he tries his damndest to stand up for and defend those he cares for. Granted, those he cares for can be counted on a single hand.


The Keeper is layered, outwardly and inwardly, having contracted various ways to deal with situations simply based on first appearances and collected knowledge. Many ever witness more than the surface before turning their nose up in disgust at such behavior. He is, far down, a good person. Good being relative in this manner of person. If a situation calls for it, he acts on instinct and a moral compass that resides up there with those capable of making intelligent decisions. Though, he rarely sees or displays such in day-to-day mannerisms.




♦ Appearance



To the right individual, this grimy, shaggy pirate might beckon a bit of attraction. Of course, that's if he bathed on a daily basis and didn't stroll about coated in the scent of somnus and booze. Oddly tall for a Miqo'te, bordering just an ilm above six fulms, his frame held itself clad in lean muscle. Which (comparative to his intake of various alcoholic contents) shouldn't be much possible, he seems to make it happen. Broad shoulders with powerful, used hands, an onlooker would easily be able to identify a few paths that this Miqo'te has taken throughout his life. His torso and legs remain proportionate to eachother, the latter being longer but still taught with muscular prowess like most of his kin.


Upwards, his face sat quite angular. A masculine jaw lined with a few knicks here and there, that tapered down to a pointed chin. His mouth is usually always in some form of smirk or grin, revealing fairly-white enamel alongside his sharpened canines. A strong nose with a straight bridge nestled between two piercing, hawk-like eyes. The right a darker emerald, his left a shade lighter and accentuated by a horizontal scar that ran from brow to cheek. Deep and hardly missed when looked upon. Above were two thick caterpillars that tried to touch eachother but, luckily, didn't quite make it. Something that would definitely ruin his lean toward a roguish handsomeness. As per many of his kind, he held the birth markings of a Keeper with duo strikes tattooed on the right side of cheek. This was all topped off by a shoulder-length mane of raven-colored hair that never seemed to veer in a unified direction (or remain clean for more than a sun).


Underneath the various baggy, comfortable clothing that Ronin wore, was a plethora of scarring. His chest, shoulders, stomach, back and arms held the brunt of the rugged flesh. A road map of various lacerations, punctures, burns and bullet wounds that gave his upper half quite the dose of character. Or disgust, depending on the onlooker. While his musculature was still easily visible while movement was taking place, the surface flexed and heaved, changing the shape of thirty cycles of being just too slow to dodge. Also, of course, his inability to be healed much aetherically.





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