Tyo'li Tayuun
 Tyo'li Tayuun
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 "Sylphs are friends, not food!" | |
| Gender | Male |
| Race | Miqo'te |
| Clan | Keeper of the Moon |
| Citizenship | Gridanian |
| Patron Diety | Menphina, the Lover |
| Age | 38 |
| Marital Status | It's complicated |
| Height | 5 fulm, 9 ilms |
| Weight | 165 ponz of pure muscle! |
| Orientation | Pansexual |
Contents
Character
General
Anyone who has bothered to look up while walking the paths of the Black Shroud may yet find evidence of his passing, for the man calls the stripped boughs of the Shroud his home. Tied supplies and small outposts in crook'd treelegs more often than not hold his mark, though usually far out of reach of casual passerby.
His vigilante work is often unnoticed and unthanked, the quivermen who find his rainbow-fletched arrows in encroaching marks only dubbing him as such. He's no friend to them in any official capacity, as his bow finds beasts and beastmen with the same unbiased fury as it does Gridanian loyalists and poachers. The Fletcher's motivations are unclear, though his offenses against the commonfolk of Gridania only seem to occur when they delve too deep into the Sylphlands.
Appearance
The Keeper has skin the color of night and shadow, marked and pocked with a few scarred tales of his life among trees and violence. The worst imperfection of all that black skin being along the width and breadth of his back, where a terrible mess of thick mottled scars trail from nape to tailbone. The man seems in fine form otherwise, his lean body built for speed over strength. His hair is often dyed in colors to match his hunting environs, the strands of his hair just as often left flowing free around his shoulders as they are braided up and tied back in practical pleats. The Fletcher keeps a charcoal stripe wiped across his eyes to help absorb the bright light of day, which makes him uncomfortable.
Personality
In his youth Tyo'li was one of the quiet thinkers, a capable male who was content to let his more aggressive brothers and cousins squabble for note and rank with the females of the tribe. His essence has not changed, though the world has hardened him into the far more bitter and cynical Miqo'te he is nowadays. He still retains the habit of not often initiating interaction with others, though this does not mean he is not intensely aware of the people around him. His time spent away from people has left his social skills wanting, and he is often a source of amusement when easily-sleuthed buttons are pressed. The Fletcher is fiercely protective and territorial of the few people he may call friends, and can be effortlessly maneuvered into situations or mindsets he would not otherwise had come to if pressed with threats against them.
In conversations the man tends towards blunt honesty and gives the impression of simple-mindedness or innocence. The Miqo'te is not against using this to his advantage and allow people to underestimate his mind or wit. In rare intimate situations, Tyo'li is capable of dispensing sound advice worthy of his age, and this sometimes surprises those who liken him to little more than a grumbling, grumpy hunter. And for those he calls friend, they are often taken aback by his playfulness and selfless caring, the Fletcher a good man at heart with less care for himself than those about him.
He is a firm believer in free will, only halfheartedly railing against the decisions of others if such goes against his better judgement. The Fletcher is also fond of learning through harsh lessons, more fond of allowing failure to be achieved if only to aid in the understanding of shortcomings. However, depending on the person's relationship with him (and often times their gender, as he treats women more differently than men), Tyo'li can turn into an overprotective and overbearing presence, his care turning into the far more negative smothering of an enabler.
Tropes: Cheshire Cat Grin, Jerk With a Heart of Gold , Submissive Badass / Badass Pacifist, Undying Loyalty, Chessmaster Sidekick, Old Flame
Music/Themes: Theme 1, Theme 2 / Theme 2.1
Combat
General
A pacifist by nature, Tyo'li is the first to flee at the first sign of a fight. However, he has the keenly strategic mind of a creature who has survived by watching for a moment's weakness to exploit. If he must engage in a fight the Fletcher employs a mix of three distinct tactics in any given situation, though by no means does he demonstrate a trained mastery in any. (Meaning, he will rarely if ever use any skills from the prestige trees of the undermentioned classes)
(Ninja) Stealthy and silent, the man will be the first to flank and end a scuffle before it even begins, and then leave someone else holding the weapon of murder while he himself plays victim.
(Bard) More openly he holds his skill with the bow, though he by no means claims to be a master at it. He is fond of similar tactics as one could expect, striking from cover or distraction and attempting to remain so in any prolonged conflict.
(Astrologian) A lesser-known gift is his aetherial mastery; his rudimentary skill at conjury has faded, and he has sought other means of magical skills to support his arrows...
Tendencies
Likes
- Walnuts / Tea
- Sylphs
- Shade / Lightning storms
- Occasionally being an idiot
- Love as an idea
Dislikes
- Overconfidence / Ignorance
- Bright days / Thanalan
- Obvious confrontation
- Stuttering
- Empty threats
Hobbies/Talents
- Whittling
- Plotting
- General survivalist skills
# Hunting / trapping # Foraging / scrimshaw
- Leatherworking
- General falsehood-telling
- Pissing people off
Relationships
Family
- Alistair Fry (Estranged Mate)- A Sagolii-born, this Highlander currently wanders the expanses of Thanalan in its entirety-- a place Tyo'li is loathe to go. Perhaps this is why he does so.
- Npah Tayuun (Sister)- An Allag-obsessed woman, she almost singlehandedly led Tyo and his cousins to ruin in pursuit of artifacts. Now a member of the Sons, and works out her workshop in Mor Dhona.
Friends
- Ruffwyrd Falvard- A jolly, whiskered Roe man who managed to win the wary Miqo'te's trust through kindness alone. Tyo counts both him and his wife, Valentina Jelerouix, among his dear friends.
- E'nirah Tia-A hotheaded Seeker Miqo'te whom with Tyo'li has had a love/hate friendship with for years; blind in one eye, from where Tyo'li cut it out of his head.
Enemies
(keep in mind these are his personal opinions, and may not be fact)
- Kataani Hawkeye- A military Au Ra woman; her kidnapping, false-telling and harassment has permanently set her on the Tyo'li's bad list. Last known to be based with the military company she works for.
- Zailin Kir- A Highlander scoundrel masquerading as a white knight (whose wrongdoings towards the Miqo'te will not be listed here to protect his pride), who is actually a dear friend of Tyo'li's estranged mate. Current whereabouts unknown.
Rumors
Common Rumors
- "There's naught but ill to be had, consorting with the like of the Fletcher and the Wood's Reach, friend. Cut your lead where it lies, and leave be." (when inquiring anywhere in the Shroud about the title)
- "I hear he likes to take in strays-- you know, homeless kids. I like to think he gives them room and board for a night and helps them out, but these days you .. never know." (a hostess at the Quicksand in Ul'dah)
Moderate Rumors
- There is apparently a special 'call' that the sylphs of Little Solace can put out, to summon him at-will from anywhere in the Shroud within an hour... if he is in the Shroud at all.
Rare Rumors
- He once commanded a personnel division of Allagan researchers, all but heading entire splinter organization they were part of.
- He holds a deep reverence for Ramuh, and secretly offers his respects whenever he can.
PC Rumors
"He's a necromancer! He brought a man back from the dead! He needs to be put down!" - Hawkeye
History/Timeline
Tyo'li would be hard pressed to tell you anything between the Calamity five years past and today; surely he must have been somewhere, doing something, but some strange force has either blocked or disrupted his mind to such things.
For his young, adolescent, and second decade of life, he had kin and kine. His clan was less of a family and more of a bandit camp, stationed in the outskirts of the East Shroud. There were at least six sons to the clan, and so Tyo was borne and bred within a very competitive group; he had a distinct lack of the trait, however, and was happy to watch the posturing of his cousins instead of partaking in it himself. His parents raised his kit sisters and him in the same mien, as poachers and unwelcome presences under the trees.
Absolutely average, save for his uncanny ability to almost conjure a fair wind to aim his arrows, Tyo'li eventually set out on his own, following his much stronger sisters and cousin northwards in pursuit of new fortunes. He was content to follow and help as he could, though he had very little practical skills. Aside from being one of the most virile males among the clan, he had little use to his family aside from breeding stock.
Npah, the leader of their little offshoot tribe, had a fascination with the Allagan rumors of history, and had led her 'family' on a march to uncover the Tomb of Xande... The Calamity struck all of them hard, for they were cowering in a series of caves in Brittlebark when Dalamund fell.
Tyo would be able to say neither how he survived, or how he 'awoke' back in the Shroud almost five years later-- (the Sylphlands' borders, to be exact)-- and knows only the subject makes him feel extremely 'weird'. Alone, lost, and still used to others fending for him, the man first rushed to old places of refuge. He only found a world he did not recognize.
The man managed well enough on his own to at least garner interest from a few other adventuring types. It was no twist of fate that both were female miqo'te, and that he was well into his prime breeding age. Eager at the prospect of starting a new life, Tyo'li played the proud protector of his new 'wives' on a long trek of their leading.
It was across the sea that he realized his error, when he came upon them deep in the heart of La Noscea in a home they three had made for themselves after being sent away for the replenishing of supplies; the lasses were less interested in starting a new clan with him than they were with each other.
It was that first night, when the miqo'te man was at his lowest and most desperate, that the dreams finally began. Dreams of a great weapon that he would wield, an instrument that would both bind him, and break him.. Only time shall reveal the sooth or shame of such, however, as he has yet to grasp such a thing... or put stock in such dreams, at all.
What He's Doing Today
Having lost his ability to channel for reasons unknown, the miqo'te man spends most of his time prowling the deep paths of the Black Shroud for hapless would-be heroes gone astray, and corrupted monsters on the rampage. With his bow picked up once more, the Keeper is again in his element, and often finds himself during the long hours of his quiet and self-imposed vigil pondering why he ever set it down in the first place. Tyo is never known for asking for recompense or aid in his 'work' from adventurers or Gridania's quiver-men; assuredly the miqo'te does as he does for altruistic purposes, though it would seem a solitary and self-burdened task.
Just as often as he offers subtle and oft-unseen protection for those weak ones that may wander into the Deep Paths, however, he is as quick to turn those rainbow-fletched arrows on any who would poach too much or cut too deep; Tyo serves as a willing protector of Sylphome's borders. Already there are those who have felt the sting of his ebony arrowheads in quests to take what must not be taken, and with his vigil resumed one can safely assume there will be many more.
Gallery/Artscreens
A weathered 'wish you were here' postcard he carries
His recurring 'weapon' dream scene, where he oft is young again
His recurring 'weapon' dream scene, where he oft is young again
