Riordyn Ashentyr
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| Riordyn "Rio" Ashentyr | |
 "Try to find the path of least resistance and use it without harming others." | |
| Gender | Male |
| Race | Miqo'te |
| Clan | Watcher of Hydaelyn - He made it up |
| Citizenship | Unaffiliated |
| Age | 24 |
| Guardian | Thaliak, the Scholar |
| Namesday | 1st Sun of the 5th Astral Moon |
Contents
Character
♦ General
♦ History
A past faded with time...
- Riordyn Ashentyr was born Kirok'a Jlsul into a Keepers of the Moon clan, and spent the majority of his youth being raised within one of the small Miqo'te bands that call the Black Shroud home. Complications during childbirth had left his mother unsuitable to carry child again, and so he was commonly referred to amongst his kind as a cursed existence. Seeking refuge from his own world, Kirok'a found solace in the written one, and quickly developed a passion for reading which would mature throughout the years from a healthy interest in the academia into an insatiable thirst for knowledge. His thirst drove him closer and closer to Gridania, the city that he may have someday called home... if it hadn't been for a fateful meeting with a lost merchant. So grateful was the befuddled Hyur that when the two reached Gridania, he offered Kirok'a a leatherbound tome inscribed with introductory lessons on Arcanima. It was all so much for the boy to read, but read it he did, absorbing the lessons and the teachings in due time. When the other children began to wear the bright facepaints of their clan for lunar aid, Kirok'a could not help but to scoff at the very notion - comparing it to a baby bird with mouth wide open for mother's spoils and looking like a fool for all the world to see - mentally. In sheer arrogance, he choose a pair of grey markings along his cheeks, which began beneath the jaw and ran almost right into the crescent-shaped marking beneath his eyes. Later, this would earn him the nickname of Ashen Tears amongst his so-called kin.
- In the coming years Kirok'a would continue to grow further and further apart from his community, leading up to the days of the Calamity. Already all but isolated from his tribe, Kirok'a finally severed the strained bond when he decided to join the Twin Adders and aid in the fight for Eorzea. While traveling through the forest, he was intercepted by a Garlean scout who swiftly dispatched the inexperienced Miqo'te, leaving him to bleed out from a stab wound through the left cheek. However, Kirok'a was discovered by a member of the Conjurer Guild who was able to temporarily bind the wound shut until he regained consciousness. The two of them proceeded to return to the city together, but even as it had begun, the Calamity had inexplicably ended. Kirok'a awoke in a daze nearly a week later, having passed out upon entry through the White Wolf Gate, to learn that the fighting was... somehow.... over. With thoughts of war no longer occupying his mind, the Miqo'te turned his curiosities towards the magic that had saved his life. Conjuring. While he was a quick study for the concept behind the Art and lacked for naught in aetheric control, the manipulation of the Aether itself proved tasking on his body, leaving him increasingly nauseated with each successful incantation.
- Though the cause was never discovered, he was eventually forced to retire from his studies due to his ailment. At the behest of the Guildmaster E-Sumi-Yan, Kirok'a was instructed to seek out the Arcanist Guild operating in Limsa Lominsa to see if he might continuing his studies beneath their tutelage. While he initially opposed the idea - for Kirok'a had seen first hand that he was not fueled by the same fire as the Garlean he had met in the woods and would never be a real warrior - E-Sumi-Yan explained that the Healing Arts could be found within the School of Arcanima as well. The Art, while not entirely familiar to the Padjal, was based on allowing a practitioner to manipulate the Aether through a series geometrically-calculated patterns. In doing so, Kirok'a might just be able to circumvent his ailment. With high spirits Kirok'a set out for the port city, taking ferries downriver until at last he reached the sea. Looking back on the receding forest, and then ahead to the crashing waves of the shore port, he could feel like his life was finally, and truly, beginning. No longer would he be the cursed existence, no longer would he be the handicap, no longer - he realized- would he be Kirok'a Jlsul. It was time for him to chart the course he had been born to, to be the person he had been born to.... whoever that might be. And at first light, Riordyn Ashentyr set sail aboard the Whallopin' Wonder, bound for Limsa Lominsa.
... and a future emboldened by purpose.
- Upon arrival to Limsa Lominsa, the Miqo'te sought out the Mealvaan's Gate, where the Arcanists of the seagoing nation were said to operate. Despite an initially warm reception and an impressive aptitude for the magicks, in part due to his rigorous studies in his youth, the Aether Sique - as he had begun to non-affectionately call it - prevented him from relying on his skills. Despite possessing the ability to summon Carbuncle, he knew that he could never advance within the Guild with his condition paralyzing his progress, and so he took his earnings and purchased an ailing yellow chocobo from the market auctions. Due to her enormous size, the creature that he affectionately named Lulu after the trilling sound she so enjoyed to make, had required far more feed than her previous owner could provide given the meager crop harvests of the maritime nation, and the malnourishment had taken its toll on her body. Though she had turned out to be more a burden than a boon, Riordyn's kind heart prevented him from letting her go, and with reins in hand, the two departed through the Tempest Gate, side by side. Neither would look back on the City of Pirates, the city that had so appropriately stolen their dreams.
- An encroaching hurricane forced the two to take shelter at the Red Rooster Stead, and it was there that the tides of Fate would finally bring to Riordyn his purpose. The farmers who lived in the small community had been kind enough to stable Lulu with the dodos, and offered Riordyn solace until the storm had passed for a small pittance of gil, which he had happily agreed to. While waiting out the storm, Riordyn had managed to catch tidbits of conversation through the thin walls of the rustic home, snippets of concern and worry over the failing health of one of the farmer's wives. With their attentions drawn to the woman's bedside, Riordyn was left to his musings until a young boy, nearing maturity, happened upon him. With his well-practiced speech and particular manners, the boy was quick to mistaken Riordyn for a wealthy fellow, and proceeded to lament about how Riordyn had the power to save his mum, but instead was letting her die from Dodo poison - which could easily be cured by an expensive antidote. Riordyn, misunderstanding the boy's meaning for power, made for the woman's room, his mind already set. With hardly a word - spoken for fear that he might lose his never - he stormed in even as he was raising the grimoire, the calculation inscribed within the book activating the powerful magicks contained within. The last thing that he would remember as the world turned dim was the shocked cry of the farmer's wife... of the child's mother...
- He awoke some days later to be greeted by the worried expression of an aged old woman, who had the look of the wilderness about her. As Fate would so have it, she had been passing through after the storm and had been stopped by the farmers, who had begged her to check on him. The old woman explained that she had found nothing wrong with the Miqo'te, but that still he had remained in a subconscious state over the past two days while she had watched over him. With no reason to hide the truth, Riordyn explained the Aether Sique to her as best he could. "And still you did't?" she questioned, his own weak nod being all the reply that he could offer at relaying his tale. "Foolzish cat," she scolded, retrieving from within her pouch a preliminary book on the essential knowledge required of a Brush Doctor. Brush doctors, he came to learn through reading later, were medically-inclined individuals who did not always possess a Practioner's License. Instead of waiting for the sick to reach out to them, the good doctors sought to bring the medicine to the patients, no matter where they might be. "If ye've no regret for what you just push'd y'self through, me'tinks ye hear the calling..." she explained, though her voice began to drown out, as Riordyn was consumed by the darkness once more.
- By the time his body had finally worked out the sleeping tinctures that he had been dosed with, the woman was long gone, though her book remained, laying neatly on the bedside table and waiting to reveal to Riordyn his future...
♦ Behaviour
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♦ Music
~ Inner thoughts of this world ♫
~ A Spirit soaring ever on higher ♫
Roleplay Influenced
♦ Relationships
❤ In love with .:. 💘 Crush .:. ● Good Standing .:. ● Neutral Standing .:. ● Poor Standing
| 💘 - Kiht Jakkya |
♦ Player Character Rumours
- ■ "A silly male who I have come to respect greatly... Do not tell him that, it will go right to his head." - Kiht Jakkya
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