From RPC Library
|Clan||Keeper of the Moon|
Ul'dahn Housecat, Fancier of Feasts, Murderer of Mice (And Men)
Appearance & Personality
- Exceedingly well groomed, typically more than half-naked, and never in any particular hurry to get anywhere. It'd take a rare naivety or even rarer kindness of heart not to assume the worst of his nature by way of appearances, and to the credit of the observer that assumes him some manner of courtesan or hustler he is so rarely in the company of anyone who doesn't have gil spilling out of every pocket. For those of certain perceptions though, there're tell-tale signs of deeper devotion and even thought: the red and blue he accents himself with in equal portions, the fact his leathers of choice are clasped with a seal bearing the scale of the Traders. His matter of speaking is that of the educated and the philosophical, dreamy and drawling as if he has all the time in the world to discuss the weather with insipid prose. Indeed the only time he seems to move with haste and exacting certainty is when conflict arises- something of little comfort to anyone adjacent to whoever offended. His hair like the night sky, skin like a stormy sea. Red comet streaks accent the former, not particularly styled in any way but kept long and thoroughly brushed. The latter is barren of mark or scar until one reaches his face, which is crowned and laced with a vibrant and symmetrical abstract in bright blue paint that must be freshly reapplied no less than twice a day. His features are decidedly soft, the only harsh edges are in the brow and those disconcertingly yellow-gold eyes. The greed in their glint is as evident as his appeal to those inclined to pay for his company. Indeed - if one were to summarize - his is a form born of flawless care and obsession as opposed to hardship and toil. Every line is sculpted and not chiseled, shaped and not wrought. It only further speaks of his love affair with the great city he calls home that he toils so to look the part of dancer and entertainer like so many female Seekers do, and even they are often a slight more modest.
- For those who'd know so much of his history as to understand the circumstances of his birth and upbringing, Ayla'a is much easier to rationalize. How many can deny the man's quiet belief that he has been favored by Nald'thal when his very birth claimed the life of his mother? In doing so it closed the matron's last prophetic prediction and created a distinctly uncomfortable rift between sisters much his senior. That isn't to say he was abandoned on the spot, or even neglected to the point it would foster malice, but when as the boy grew the distance was never closed and when the Calamity struck his quest for survival led him far enough afield that he never bothered to look back. They cared enough to see his inborn magical talent fostered, and in his mind that was more than he could've asked for.
- When one comes of age amidst what amounts to an apocalypse of a kind - armed only with the basest knowledge of conjury and what's safe to eat - it tends to create a rather hardened individual indeed. In those years of fire and confusion did Ayla'a wander, eventually finding his way to Thanalan and then Ul'dah. The only certainty anyone could have is that he came to study Thaumaturgy and found in it everything he needed. Though likely not what one would consider prodigial or even talented, there are lingering tales amongst the membership of the Ul'dahn guild of how slavishly he isolated himself with the requisite texts in the quest for knowledge and how he never did an onze more than he had to to pass a trial.
- Nowadays, those who actually know of his membership in such circles tend to be confined to the same. The Order of Nald'thal is chiefmost amongst his loyalties, and it is in service to the aspect of Thal that he lives his life of shifting identities, weathering accusations of being a vulture and opportunist even as he receives considerable contributions for being close at hand for the wealthy and the dying who for their own reasons do not wish to directly visit the great Ossuary of the capital. On more than one occasion has this line of service lead to him - perhaps ironically - thwarting an assassination, but Ayla'a isn't one to pass up an opportunity to ensure his charges are motivated to give generously (and continue to do so). To the common Ul'dahn he's a shameless leech, to the well-off he's a predator, but to those who call him to service he is in their minds no less than a toll paid to keep death at bay.
Ul'da wouldn't be half as great if not for her devoted gossips, after all.
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