Arctir is the son of a bastard, a defector from his home and country, though he dreams of something better for them, and their relations with not only Eorzea, but the rest of the world as well. Given the chance, this idealist would do everything he could to see it come to pass, however he understands that this is not the time for such dreaming.
Arctir is tall. Standing at 78.8 inches, with a well toned, muscular build. His hair is silver-white, and flows down to the small of his back. Unless wearing a helm, he lets it hang freely about his shoulders, save for a small leather braid which he uses to hold back his bangs. Piercing golden eyes are accompanied by the Garlean third eye, set into a stoic, oval face, ending in a strong jaw with a well trimmed beard.
Habitually outgoing, and yet gaurded, he knows his kinsmen are not welcome in the lands he now resides, and with good reason, however he attempts to be kind to all he meets, in hopes that it will shed light that not all his kinsmen are the same, and that somewhere, even in the distant future, there is hope for change.
Philosophy & Ideals
"Ever that which the father wrought will be payed for in triplicate by the son... Can this not be changed?"
- Ever the Idealist, he hopes for a world that has changed for the better, and endeavors, with what little he has laid before him, to make it happen.
- Unable, like the rest of his kinsmen, to channel aether, he strives to find a way to mimic it, for the sake of ease in living in the new home he has taken residence in, for both him and those like him. While no engineer himself he has a basic knowledge of Garlean gear, and can at least perform general maintenance on his own armor, weaponry, and standard issue magitek, as long as the damages are not too severe.
- Slow to trust fully with most, though when he does you have never known a more loyal ally.
Born the son of a bastard, he should by all rights, have never been able to obtain much at all. His father, however, had other plans for him, raising him and affording him every opportunity he was able to let the young man carve a path for himself. From training at the Academy, to home schooling with a variety of Aan, and citizenry alike to teach him all he wished to learn and more.
A prodigy, he was skilled in every field he took mind to, a fact which caused unrest with his peers. His birth should have made him unable to obtain the rank which distant blood called for, but ever was he introduced thusly, and he fought hard to keep that station. Everything he went through was at least twice, to three times as hard as his peers.
There were a few that held great envy for him, and his position, and one day, close to the end of his training, he was working on his first reaper, about to take her for a test run. There were two small explosives placed on either side of the cockpit. His armor protected him, for the most part, and one was facing the wrong direction, however the man's thighs both caught an excessive amount of shrapnel from the blast. While, thanks to medical science, and skilled attendants, he did not loose much motor function, he would always bear the scars and phantom pains of his peers judgement. It would serve to drive him ever forwards, and upwards.
He does not know this, but the two lads found responsible for the act were summarily executed.
Venis. Forav. Rolarius. Gaeda. Isonoa.
The last five of his most trusted. The last who had yet to leave. Names and faces he would remember to the end of his days. Loyal to their last… even when he told them it was folly. They had all heard the rumors. Rank and file seldom kept such secrets in such a grand force. His kinsman was coming. Paving the way for total domination. He was yet another target, another enemy, to a man that held no value on familial ties, on kin.
He had done what he could. He had made citizens of his most loyal Aan, which were most, and sent them to work for others he trusted, different sectors that would not be affected by this.. blood purge. His men he sent along with them, most, those that chose a different path were free to do so, some became citizenry, while others joined other sectors.
His mind returned again to those five names. The preparations had been made. They were supposed to come with him, to lay low until they would be able to come back, and work from within. It was not to be. The fighting had reached the outer walls of his estate. Soon the soldiers his cousin had sent would rain hell down upon them all. There was a back way out, he was ready to go, but though he begged… his men.. they would not budge. They vowed to give him time. To get away, that he may come back one day, and live out the ideals he had set forth in their own home. To make theirs a better nation. He had the mind for it, the ability. He just needed the time.
What else could he do? Called coward by some, he was certain, he ran, with naught but the supplies he had set aside for the men that yet defended his retreat, with his reaper, with his armor, and with his lance.
Arctir’s eyes slowly opened, looking across the grass as he flashed a grin at the man that had taken him in. His heart ached for those lost, for home and good.. good friends. Perhaps yet time would offer opportunity to return to the home he once loved with every onz of his being… but he doubted it. Instead… he would have to make a home here, but it was not all bad. After all, he wasn’t the only one, and to this other, and those he trusted, he would hold close and dear, in hopes for a brighter tomorrow.
I am new to the game, and world within, and thus still learning the lore and progression. This profile, and character, are always a work in progress, and will likely evolve as time goes on. While I cannot always promise the world, I can promise the things listed below:
While I do prefer organic story progression, I am a big, BIG fan of communication. Do you have an idea for how you want to progress? Do you have something that is making you uncomfortable? TELL ME. I promise you I won't bite. A successful role-play hinges on things meshing well, and the story writing is always better when both parties are enjoying themselves. Don't be afraid to message me OOC with questions or concerns!
OOC =/= IC
I am not my character, and he is not me. What is done ICLY has no effect on OOC. He may be a jerk IC, or he may be a flirt, this is the character, and I am not him. This also means that information given OOCLY will not be taken ICLY unless it has been given IC. In addition to this, while my character may or may not actively seek partners, I am not, Though I do adore friends!
|OOC Character Info
- Additional Info: I have odd hours at work. This means I will not, necessarily, be on every night. I am, however, almost always on Discord, and you can message me for the name to add. Character exists on Mateus.
- Additional Info: I run an IC Tumblr for Arctir, kind of like a visual journal. If you have an impact on his life, You are likely to be featured, at least in screenshot, there.
- Additional Info: I am an artist (though Ametuer). If you RP often with me, you can expect gift art. It's just something I do, even little doodles.
- [Blog]: IC Blog for Arctir Striker
- Dreamwidow Productions My SFW artwork Twitter for random doodles and commissions.
I also play:
- J'areth Nunh