Rickeman Bran
"You who swallowed a falling star, o’ heartless man; your heart shall soon belong to me."
About
Name: Rickeman Bran
Age: ~40s
Race: Midlander/highlander Hyur
Alignment: Chaotic neutral/true neutral
Gender: Male (he/him)
Orientation: ???
Height: 6'6" (198.5 cm)What is implied to have been a harsh past has left Bran a quiet man, slow to conversation and terribly unskilled at it to boot - but his soft spoken demeanor is at odds with a personality that can be anywhere from gentle to extraordinarily violent. Most often, he can be taken as a very shy, very polite man... which isn't untrue.That being said, looks can be decieving.
Appearance
At 6’6, Bran stands taller than the average hyur and boasts a broad physique more akin to a highlander than a midlander - one that is surprisingly easy to obscure, something he is prone to doing.While often left obscured, his face is an odd contrast to the strength of his body; soft and youthful at the border of androgyny, with downturned eyes of two slightly varying shades of green. They're kept obscured most often, but in the rare moments where he is without a mask, one might have a chance to catch his pupils having taken on a magical pink glow.
art
All by me! (hillectant)
OOC
25 yrs old
he/himHello, I’m Hill! I’m a medium-to-heavy RPer and I’ve been RPing for about a decade now. I’ve been on FFXIV since ARR and it was my first MMO; Bran’s not my first character, but he’s fairly old and pretty dear to me! I’m a fan of dark/criminal/occult RP, and while I stick relatively close to lore, I love messing with it and am entirely open to RPing with those who bend/break it.I have INCREDIBLY bad social anxiety and rarely approach people first, but I am always willing to RP!! Please don't be shy to talk to me, I love making IC connections!Bran is not open to romance, and while ERP is possible, it's very unlikely. Flirting/suggestive writing with Bran is fine, but don’t necessarily expect him to respond or reciprocate.Longterm damage/disfigurement must be discussed beforehand. I'm not open to Bran getting perma-deaded just yet. I am also a firm believer in OOC =/= IC, so many of Bran's actions are not ones I would condone IRL and vice versa but I draw a very hard line at rape/pedophilia/beastiality/slavery/etc plots.I am personally extremely uncomfortable with animal death. I’d like to avoid it as much as possible in RP and may bring it up if it becomes relevant.Wifi isn't shared with strangers. Once I get to know you, maybe!
Hooks
— The first thing that one might notice about Bran is that he is tall. Very tall. Far taller than most hyur. Depending on the person, his size can sometimes be taken as alarming.— He may or may not be wearing a uniquely massive sword nearly equal to his height and surely heavy enough to weigh him down, but appears to struggle unnaturally little with it. A magickal focus lays within it, perhaps?— Bran boasts the darkened aether of a black mage with a measure of void corruption to boot. If met by an aether-sensitive, it would be plain to see that he is up to no good.—Though his name is associated with none of them, some bounties - a few from even before the Calamity - for a black mage of his description are in circulation for a fine price.— It isn't unusual for Bran's clothes to be covered in a fine dusting of white fur. It also isn't unusual to spy a few thin claw marks on the skin his clothes do not cover.
!!WARNING!!
Beyond this point are pages that detail spoilers from the MSQ, mainly from Shadowbringers onward!Please do not click forward if you would like to experience the story organically!
Alternate bios/shards
These are the versions of Bran from alternate timelines/shards. I am willing to roleplay basically any of them but for the most part, their stories are just for fun! I wanted to have them all compiled to show people if they’re interested. If any of these seem fun to you, feel free to ask about starting up a plot!
ROBRANDT RICE
Name: Robrandt Rice
Age: 32
Race: Hume
Gender: Male
Alignment: Lawful Good
Height: 6'4"A gentle and kindly personality fits oddly with the somewhat intimidating exterior of Robrandt; he stands tall for a hume, sporting a hulking broadsword and eyepatch that can, at times, give the impression of a battle hardened and severe soldier. And while Robrandt has seen his share of battle, having borne firsthand witness to the reign of the Lightwardens and the efforts exerted to return the night to the skies of Norvrandt, he has come out only more optimistic as a result of it.Robrandt served, originally, as a guard of the Crystarium but has since retired to explore the newly freed world of Norvrandt. A favorite past time of his is fishing, and he regularly visits the Kholusian coast to indulge.While his personality is timid and somewhat socially awkward, his intentions are - in stark opposition to his Source counterpart - largely good. His ultimate goal is to explore his newly broadened horizons and learn about the world once closed to him and to forge new bonds with the people he almost lost to the flood of light.
MENOETES: THE LONE SHEPHERD
Name: Menoetes
Age: too old to truly know
Race: Ancient
Gender: Male
Alignment: Lawful Neutral
Height: taller than the average ancientBefore the Sundering of the Star, when his soul was yet intact in a single whole, Menoetes lived as a kindly giant wandering peacefully across the expansive world of Etheirys with little companionship but his own creations - but he would have it no other way. While intentions may differ across shards, Bran’s antisocial tendencies reach back to these times immemorial, inscribed into the very bark of his soul.While Menoetes made no attempt to direct kindness away from his fellow man, his attention always lied with his singular but proudest concepts; a species of wool-bearing animals of a peaceful, herding nature. When his concept was approved by the Bureau and passed testing in Elpis, he found himself overjoyed - and then overwrought with concern for the creatures.He took to accompanying them across their grazing pastures as a shepherd, keeping a watchful eye on them lest they be attacked and devoured by greater beasts before they would be able to breed a sufficient gene pool. Quickly, though, he found that the company of sheep could be a very lonely one, for regardless of how unconditionally he adored the creatures, conversation became less a desire and more a neglected necessity.Considering a severe case of agoraphobia, he did not see it necessary to seek out other humans to speak with. Instead, he fashioned a familiar for himself, similar in design to his beloved sheep but capable of both bridging the gap between his thoughts and theirs and acting as a separate conversation partner all on their own. They were named Persephone and over their many years together, he came to consider them his dearest companion.The Final Days arrived with little warning. Uprooted from his life as a lonely shepherd, forced to flee to safer ground to protect himself and his familiar friend, Meneotes experienced the very final moments of their intact world with his companion in his arms. Realizing that concepts were being turned by the fear and pain of the people around them, he sought a quiet corner to spend those moments together, intending to set free his friend’s aether before they, too, could be corrupted.It would not be so, though. Before he could send Persephone’s aether on it’s peaceful return to the Star, the world itself was rent from under his feet. He was separated from his companion, knowing only loss before his soul was shattered into fourteenths.
