and my hands are not clean; maybe they never will be.
but they can still carry you home when you're ready to sleep.


Quick Glance


NAMECallumAGE120
RACEViera, RavaCLASSDark Knight
SEXUALITYPansexualGENDERMale (he/him)

About


A man of large bearings and physicality, Callum's appearance may at first glance inspire the feeling of intimidation and overbearing. His arms and chest are in particular muscular, though he has a healthy layer of mass at his core. Conversing with him would only take a short time to find his personality quite the opposite. Genial and shy, the viera takes great pains to socially minimize himself. When feeling particularly awkward, he is known to stutter and stumble over his own words; even when easy and warmed up to topics, the man prefers to listen than speak.This has always been the way of him, demure among the more gregarious members of his tribe. He speaks openly of the Rava viera in the Golmore Jungle of his affection and love for the people he is now far from. That he bears no ill for them offers perhaps some mystery for why he left, but that may be easily remedied by the awareness of how much curiosity he carries. So often does it overwhelm Callum and carry him on whim-driven wanderings that it may even compete with his shyness for prominence. Such a capricious attitude toward locations and all they offer mean that the man can be found near anywhere, and has seen a great deal despite his relative newness to the realm.Yet, to contradict all this, he does bear some strange note of rage. The resentment that has nothing to do with his past or his present. A fit of anger untamed that can overtake him in combat, or even turn his gentle mien into something malicious. Such cruel streaks perhaps explain his shyness to people, far too gentle in temperament to control or forgive himself for these enraged occasions.

The Gloamfury


Of the abyssal and scorned brotherhood that are Dark Knights, Callum bears a darkside he cannot yet control. Its manifestation was recent enough that he does not even carry a soulstone to manage the thing within. Those who know the feeling of such ill magics would be well able to tell about the internal struggle, and those who do not may have a chance to encounter the dark driver within by unfortunate accident.
Novice to its arts, he is shy and reluctant to learn from those more versed, as he has yet to understand why or how such magic manifested within him. Should any wish to offer guidance or mentorship, they would do best to try and befriend the man and win his trust before offering any form of advice.

Freelance Herbalist


After roaming across the lands from the Golmore to the Bozjan Front and now Eorzea itself, Callum has picked up a small collection of knowledge on the herbs and flora of the realm. He bears a keen mind for plantlife and their properties, and a large memory for how to use them. One of the key ways that he makes gil is by making teas, tonics, and salves from the lands he wanders in, and offering them to nearby towns or cities. But still new-ish to Eorzea, he is still learning all the nuances of the strange particulars of this continent. In this light, he would love to discuss what he knows in exchange for what others may have in trade. Whether one is looking for the products he makes, or to open verdant discussion, he would be happy to engage.

Budding Adventurer


Herbalism may be his favorite method to earn gil, but it is not always the most profitable. As such, the viera has but recently begun to accept small tasks and errands as a new adventurer. The sort that all begin with - courier tasks of small importance, or clearing out basements of large rats. He lacks any natural pride that would make him feel shame for any offer for him to do, and often feels satisfaction at even the most minor of things done well. He may help fix a mill for a hot meal and bed, or chase out raptors from a farm for a palmful of gil. Easy to hire, and thorough in his work, he is the shining epitome of what new adventurers are ever depicted to be.

Eternal Student


Too curious for his own good. Such is a notable trait of the man, and such is what is often noted by those who he seeks out with a head full of questions and ears ready to listen. Scholars and those high in their field may find Callum coming to their place of work with strange inquiries and an unerring measure of patience for lectures to find his answers. He is humble enough to think little of having to go over basics on subjects he is aware of, and keen-minded enough to engage in topics once versed in them enough to grasp the concepts. A student of mind but not profession, Callum enjoys seeking knowledge out on his own and at his own pace, and so offers to enrollment or official tutelage have insofar been universally declines.

Bozjan Berserker


Brought to the Bozjan Front by a Resistance member, he offered his aid in any way he could. On occasion, he helped in the medical tents. But most often the man was upon the battlefield. Any who saw him fight would find him effective and brutal - willing to end any engagement as fast as possible despite the harm it may do to his opponent. Ruthless but loathe to kill, he was at times deemed merciless for leaving foes alive but broken-boned on the field. Callum did not seem to agree with such sentiments, and still quite rebukes those feelings. However, his time with the Resistance was cut short, as the Final Days occurred during his services. Afterward, he left and cut all ties. Those on both sides may recognize him, though reputation and opinions are mixed.

The Green Word


Born and raised in the Golmore Jungle, Callum has since broken the sacred bond of the Green Word by venturing out and beyond its beloved boughs. However, he still carries such deep reverence for the manner in which he was raised that it is easy for any other knowledgeable in such traditions to tell that he often still follows their teachings. He holds the Mist as a sacred thing as well, and bears great affinity for its nuances. Whether or not this is due to training or simple aptitude is hard to tell, but the curiosity of his devotion and self-imposed "exile" would bring question to anyone's mind who knows just how set viera may be in their ways.


Greetings and salutations! I'm Adrian, they/he nonbinary player on the Mateus server of FFXIV. I operate on EST time and do freelance art. I RP on other characters, primarily Reinette Sompt and Corlia Thorndance.
And if you're interested in RPing with me, here are some things you ought to know:
❥ I separate IC and OOC quite strictly. My thoughts and ideas are very separate from that of my character. I will give other players the courtesy of believing that, and expect the same in return.
❥ That said, communication is necessary for seamless RP. /tells are encouraged if there is confusion, or to set anything up in a scene. If there's a need to open discussion, I am happy to do so.
❥ I don't accept harm done to my characters without prior permission. If you wish to attack, I must consent. I can and will ignore any godmodding or unconfirmed harassment.
❥ Both light and dark themes are accepted. However, I would request an overarching storyline for darker themes, and prefer OOC coordination.
❥ I am a 21+ LGBT+ friendly, and so are all the characters I play. It's just a fact of being around me.
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