Suvaraih Arcaelis

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Suvaraih Arcaels
Bronze Behemoth


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I don’t know. I just feel stuck, like I'm afraid to take any steps, in case they're the wrong ones.


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Vital Information


PRONUNCIATION... Soo-vah-rai Arr-say-liss

NICKNAMES... Raih | Bronze Behemoth | The Laughing Death | War's Beloved | Garlemald's Golden Son | The Gilded Centurion

RACE & CLAN... Hyur | Garlean Pureblood

GENDER... Male

AGE... Mid-thirties

NAMEDAY... 5th Sun, 6nd Umbral Moon

ORIENTATION... Heterosexual

MARITAL STATUS... Single, never married

Other Statistics


NATIONALITY... Garlean

CITIZENSHIP... Lominsan

FAMILY... Parents - Unknown | Siblings - Unknown

RESIDENCE... Cliffside Manor near Limsa Lominsa

OCCUPATION... Head of Aetherdyne Industries | Mercenary

PATRON DEITY... Not religious

HEIGHT & WEIGHT... 6 fulms, 4 ilms. 210 ponze.

ALIGNMENT... Unknown

General Information
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Appearance
Eyes
Hair
Skin
Build
Voice
Silver Blonde Lightly tanned Athletic, well-muscled Rich, smooth
Bearing
Laterality
Scars
Markings
Style
Relaxed Ambidextrous Multiple Legion tatoo Casual, simple
Hair & Eyes
Serdtsevina has near-shoulder length white hair, mostly straight but with a subtle wavy quality to it. It's quite soft, and well-taken care of despite possibly appearing a bit unkempt. The courtesan's eyes are milky white, with the pupil appearing far more pale and foggy than black - almost to the point it isn't there at all.
Physique & Markings
Serdtsevina is a lithe, effeminate man - quite smaller than many males of his race, effectively a "runt" for all intents and purposes. His form is that of a dancer - subtle musculature hidden well beneath smooth snowy skin, a thin frame, long legs and delicate, beautiful hands. There is little to mar the unblemished white swath he cuts wherever he goes, save for severely discolored skin around his eyes; a product of terrible insomnia he has lived with for years.
Hygiene & Attire
Serdtsevina prides himself on being well-kept and clean, despite living in a climate which doesn't always make such things easy. As a courtesan, he must appear presentable and desireable at all times - and even were this not a necessity of his work, Serdtsevina has never been one for letting himself go dirty for long. His attire is that which one would expect of a high-class entertainer such as he; silks, satin, jewels and silver glittering at all angles, decorative coins jingling along his hips from sashes and belts, tiaras and coronets that would befit royalty. All of this and more - Serdtsevina is expensive, and whether intentionally so or not, he looks the part.
Personality
Psychological Profile
Aloof and distant, Serdt lets few people see him as he really is, preferring to remain apart from others so he doesn't get hurt. One could say he wears many masks: that of a courtesan, mystifyingly attentive and with a sultry undercurrent to every movement, every action or word; that of a sociable upper-class citizen, eager to spend afternoons discussing anything from Ul'dahn politics to new tea blends; even beyond that, a man who is kind and far more gentle than he wishes to let on, a man who has seen too many hardships and come away the worse for them. There are too many layers which stand between the outside world, and the broken soul hidden beneath smiles and silk; few may ever hope to peel through all of them.
Speech
Serdtsevina is a well-spoken individual, his voice carrying subtle regal undertones; though despite his origins lying outside Eorzea, he carries no distinct accent or strange vocal tics that would be noticed as odd by native speakers. Just as with his personality, Serdtsevina's speech can ebb and flow into various forms, akin to water which fits itself anywhere it wishes. He can speak as properly and gracefully as a high-born noble - too easily, really, for one who supposedly has not come from such brood - and other times swear as heartily as a Lominsan pirate, though he is more akin to do the former than the latter. His vocabulary is equal parts common and learned, and while one moment Serdtsevina could be speaking to someone as easily and normally as any other, the next he could be speaking as if a poetic giving form to thoughts, an artist shaping air into beautiful paintings brought to life with nothing more than a voice.
Mannerisms
Outwardly, Serdtsevina may appear to have little in the way of particular quirks or subtle, unconscious movements - at least, none which would stand out as odd or unusual, no more so than the everyday mannerisms of any other within the realm. Yet look closer, or catch him when he is unawares, and you would begin to see things which heavily tell of the man's disability, as well as the efforts taken to keep it from hampering his day to day life. Serdtsevina has a habit of tilting his head towards noises, sounds, or voices - the latter more so than the former two, perhaps an unconscious attempt to seem as though he is making eye contact with the speaker; a polite gesture, meant to hide the fact he cannot see another's gaze at all. Similarly, the courtesan tends to run fingers across surfaces - walls, corners, doorways, even foliage - perhaps in an effort to envision them, but more than likely a habit brought on by his need to orient himself at all times to locations. Sometimes, he may even reach out and touch upon or trace over another's features... but rarely would the man do so in public, and especially not so with those he has only just met or barely knows. Impropriety as well as a wariness to grow so close to another outside of business arrangements keep this particular unconscious action at bay.
Preferences
Likes
Tea. All sorts - especially chamomile
Rain. The sound, or even the touch..
Dancing. It helps..
Animals. Especially small fluffy ones!
Quiet. No need for a mask.
Books. Even if he can't read them..
Dislikes
Attachment. Never again..
Unwanted contact. Either he allows it or it doesn't happen.
Manipulators. Speak truth or not at all.
Quirks
Ghost. He may as well be, to many.
Say again? He has a habit of tilting his head towards people, angling a horn to them rather than facing.
Stay still. He fidgets when nervous or uncomfortable.
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