Ime'tan Bhajat
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⋖ ime'tan bhajat ⋗ “You were wild and sweet
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General ➺
A man of blessed birth, thus named the tenth son of his mother and believed to be the harbinger of good auspices to his tribe. Ime'tan comes from a highly suspicious people--the Bhajat, the Fate Weavers, who have determined for him a most auspicious destiny. Through this, he has been treated throughout his life with the utmost of care by those around him, guarded jealously, desperately, as one would their most precious treasure. His world has been kind to him, and it has made him soft and bright in return.
Though the Bhajat are known for their peaceful natures and disdain for the act of killing, Ime'tan--through his many brothers and sisters--has been trained and equipped with all he needs to defend himself--all save for the proper sense of when to utilize such skills. Toned and lean and exceptionally tall, his is a pleasing visage and one he takes great pains to preserve and exemplify. It is not vanity--not exactly--but something that comes terribly close.
Clothing ➺
Ime'tan wears whatever catches his fancy, preferring flowing, comfortable fabrics over anything form-fitting. Being tribal, he is no stranger to nudity, and can also be found frolicking about the Shroud in various states of undress, if the weather permits. Rich furs, soft cloth sewn from the finest available to the Bhajat, and pliable hides comprise the majority of his attire, though who can say what will capture his adoration once he finally ventures forth into one of Eorzea's great city-states.
Voice ➺
Gentle and soft, though not lacking for enthusiasm, Ime'tan speaks with his heart and soul.
All of Ime'tan's mannerisms and traits are molded wholly by his sheltered upbringing. He knows little of the world outside his family's niche in the Shroud, and carries with him a certain pride instilled upon him by virtue of his fortunate birth. While he believes in the inherent goodness of others, there is a fundamental disconnect between Ime'tan and those he meets, and his ability to empathize is incredibly low for one of his buoyant disposition. As someone who has yet to know personal suffering, his ability to understand it in others is incredibly stunted, and he tends to make light of the unfortunate situations of others.
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( ⚭ Pair-bonded ♥ Romantic Love ♡ Platonic Love ⚬ Friend ▲ Good Standing ▼ Poor Standing )
“How many centuries deep is your wound?”
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“May flowers grow in the saddest parts of you.”
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“What of those loving, accepting, understanding voices? Do you hear them? Or do you only hear what hurts?”
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Notes ➺
❧ Balmung || EST
❧ I post anywhere between one line and a paragraph usually, unless the scene is particularly intense and warrants longer posts!
❧ I enjoy dark themes, particularly having to do with horror and the occult. Gore, mutilation, & body horror are A-OK.
❧ I RP both in-game and on Discord!
Out of Game ➺
❧ Discord: eli#0001
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| Template | Bancroft Gairn |
| Layout reference | D'lyhhia Lhuil |
| Other fiddling | Misik'a Rahsi |
