Presider of Visions
Ramiel
About
Crimson skies bleeding down to the crumbling earth. The screams of humanity ringing in his ears. Countless beasts of insurmountable agony and fear.Yet all was quiet, peaceful as such visions of a lost world - or a world to come? - flooded his mind. Even as he begged for it to stop, only three words echoed loudly enough to provide comfort through the madness.So warm. So kind.Was this formless being his true calling? Was what he has worked for in his life for naught?The days to come were spent idly.Waiting.
Waiting.
Waiting.
Waiting for the freedom to pursue the fleeting dream.He had no foretelling of how to achieve his holy mission, much less guidance.But he knew it had to be him. He was chosen, alongside so many others.He could not squander this oath.He would not.An exiled, nameless man taking on the mantle of a merciful being uttered in stories.Black tears stain his face. Scars old and new sting his skin. Blood pours down his crumbling figure.No matter what happened, he would protect this star. Its people. Her.He would keep his promise. His oath.So warm. So kind.
| RACE | Viera, Rava |
| GENDER | Male (he/him) |
| AGE | 180~? He's lost track (Around early 40s appearance wise) |
| OCCUPATION | Bounty/monster hunter, void hunter to those that know |
| ALIGNMENT | Fluctuates between lawful neutral and neutral good |
| PATRON | Hydaelyn |
| WEAPONS | Varied, generally prefers the sword and shield and other large blades |
| FEATURES | Dark purple hair that's almost jet black, akin to a raven ; long black ink streaks below his eyes ; several scars dealt by physical and magical blows alike, a large set being on his face |
Extras
⊹ A workaholic by nature, Ramiel will often find himself frequently on the move, either studying up on his mark, or finding things to do. Being busy helps keep his mind at bay from wandering, and in his line of work, it's a boon. What becomes his bane is the restless days that plague him, lethargy taking its toll eventually and making him exhausted. His awful sleeping habits in tandem with him overworking himself lead to quite awful eyebags and wrinkles, making him look older than he actually is...not that it matters with his actual age.
⊹ Ramiel is diligent and persistent in his work, various amounts of research poured in to make the hunt easier. He'll pay good gil to get information - or to get others to keep their silence. Sometimes it can extend to more long-term tasks, as long as it provides him with something to his benefit. It's hard to get him to stop, even when the stakes are high, and, for better or worse, he won't give up on finding his mark no matter what. Yet due to the nature of what he does, it can often involve the end justifying the means.
⊹ He's well-spoken and of good intelligence considering he's never had a proper education, his long years of experience and training aiding his astuteness to detail. He tends to want to get his point across the first time so that he doesn't have to repeat himself, lending itself to a more direct form of speaking. Though sociability is his weak point, he can put up a good front and bear with it for jobs and missions; he's been better about talking due to being goaded on by his bubbly girlfriend's antics too. He can be a well of knowledge thanks to his memories, but the years of information he's had to store, including constant headaches from his bad habits, can lead to some blurry or lost memories.
⊹ Though one could expect one of his age and history to be jaded by the concept of life and death, Ramiel surprisingly still holds each life in high value. Even as he's seen people wither away in his lifespan while he remains the same, or having had to slay lives of his own, an apathy towards death is one sin he feels he cannot commit, despite the factors of his work contradicting such an ideal. It's one stalwart thought process he's kept close to him, in both times of great, arduous triumph and the immaculate despair of the world being wrought before his eyes. Two sides of the same coin, ever intertwining; such sights, such visions...they only bolster him to keep fighting, to keep trying to make this cruel world a kinder place to be.
⊹ While his true faith no longer lies with the Wood, he can appreciate it for what it gifted him; his time with it is in the past, but not forgotten. Learning how to survive on his own continues to this day, and is one of the main reasons for Ramiel's success as a bounty hunter. He is undeniably more accustomed to balmy, humid weather, though, so outings into more cold, temperate regions tend to be met with disdain. He likes to keep an open mind for new experiences and people skilled in areas he is not, often displaying in interest in learning the same. Scents, sounds, sights - all senses built and trained by brutal masters, including himself.
⊹ Coming from a background where solitude was the norm, Ramiel frequently keeps to himself and tries not to draw attention, standoffish and suffering from rather heavy resting-bitch-face. In addition to his upbringing, his Echo was a catalyst in not wanting interaction with others - for fear of getting too attached and needing to grieve and repent, again and again. In recent times, however, he's come to be a bit more comfortable with expressing emotion and the normal human desire for companionship. It's a slow burn, but he's getting there.
⊹ He does a good job of hiding and bearing through it with his faith, but one doesn't live through the decades - seeing calamities and death in every turn, horrors unspoken a dreaded friend of his - without having their mind dangle by fraying threads. Loneliness, despair, bloodlust, hysteria...all are simply weights to the scale, and all it would take is one more to tip it the wrong way. Even now, he's bearing and coping with the reality that the goddess he devoted his entire life and soul to is gone.
Hooks
Hunt
Ramiel is always willing to learn more about marks, be it new ones or those he's already tracking down. If it catches his interest enough, he could even commence investigating something new on request - man, monster, or both. Fellow hunters might be met with a bit of a competitive air, but it's generally one of the better ways to get him to talk, especially if he's in the middle of staking out locations and researching possibilities. Even though he's generally not for hire, he could do the rare spot of bodyguard work if it's within his realm of interest - but usually, protecting others is its own reward.Although void hunting is by no means a taboo profession in the world of Eorzea, he still prefers to keep that tidbit to himself, unless you prove yourself trustworthy enough in his eyes - an achievement in itself....Or perhaps you're on the run from people like him.[ If you'd like to delve into this bit of the hook and want to explore the bounty on your character, feel free to send a tell so we can talk about it! ]
Call
A burden, a blessing, a curse, a gift.Other followers and devout of Hydaelyn may be able to engage with a more vulnerable side of Ramiel, one driven by a purpose for a mother he never truly knew. A paladin by mannerism alone, he knows his oath to Her and the people She loved did not end with the Final Days. While his faith had been shaky in years past - a weakening deity unable to answer - there can be no denying his resolve has been renewed in full force. An endless pursuit of the unknown is all that awaits him, and yet...he takes comfort in the fact that he need not face it alone. Not anymore.It still doesn't make the nightmares and visions alike easier, though.
________________________As goes with the Echo, the ability to delve into memories happens at complete random; perhaps you're one of those unfortunate few to be subject to such mind prodding? Whatever it may be, it'll for sure leave Ramiel incapacitated with a splitting headache strong enough to make him off-kilter.[ I will not do this unless given permission and then a general idea of what memory you'd like Ramiel to see. If you wanna keep it vague and let me do some guesswork/prose on my end, go ahead! ]
Aid
Due to his sensitivity to aether as a Viera, Ramiel is not good with magic nor does he intend to be, preferring more hands-on approaches to things anyway. He will not deny its merits, however, and does often seek out those more gifted in the field than he is. After all, what kind of hunter would challenge creatures of the void with absolutely no magic of his own?Conjurers and priests to bestow blessings and protection, enchanters and astrologians to hand out charms and divinations, and most important of all in his eyes, thaumaturges to help combat the threat they all face together - either through knowledge or action. Even the odd blue mage here and there may find his interest, especially if they frequent the Masked Carnival that holds all manner of beasts. You won't find him complaining about things that help ward off the ever gnawing paranoia and dangers he faces, even if it may simply be placebo in the end.
Trade
The greatest of hunters are nothing without their tools, and Ramiel is no different. With him he carries a bag filled with maps, papers, and other necessities to hunt, but oftentimes he may need to stock up while on the go. Choosing to travel light has its strengths - and weaknesses.If your character is a peddler of goods, be it from herbs and potions to weapons and armor, Ramiel may find interest in perusing them. But sometimes, such shopping and trading need not only apply to physical objects, as information is just as valuable in his line of work. Be it spoken or written, fetching such valuable tidbits from people is one of the ways to get him talking.
