ACRELES SALATHIEL
Divine Violence
Name // Acreles salathiel
Age // 95
Height // 6'2"
Weight // 225lbs
Alignment // Neutral Evil
Location // ul'dah - the gilded clover
Clan // rava
Profession // drug trafficker (formerly?)
Appearance
Acreles carries himself like a man burdened by war, with shoulders squared and jaw set. More often than not, he wears an expression of perpetual fatigue and disinterest, his sallow eyes taking in his surroundings with hardly an inkling of intrigue.Though his complexion is inherently tan, it retains a certain ashen quality indicative of sleepless nights and the poor maintenance of his mental-wellbeing. As well, he bears no freckles nor distinguishing birthmarks outside of the dark hue smeared across the lower portion of his nose. And finally, tall, smooth ears the same color as his hair stand out atop his skull, expressive in nature and embellished with a variety of silver earrings.With regards to his figure, Acreles is muscular in nature, but not overly so. Across his body, he bears scars from past conflicts, including a smattering of small, shallow scars that pepper the left portion of his chest. And a particularly gruesome scar mars his right hip, traveling well below his waistline and down a portion of his outer thigh.
Personality
Acreles is little more than the manifestation of resentment itself; that, coupled with his inherent apathy for everything outside of his own self-interests has made for a particularly virulent man. Rarely does he concern himself with the ongoings of others. But if he does, it can be guaranteed that he has an underlying intention. There’s hardly an instance where Acreles will offer his aid without reward, and as he believes honor to be an archaic concept, he’ll most assuredly slip a blade in your back if it means he lives another day. Although as of late, he’s been making meager attempts at rectifying his antagonistic disposition. The key word being 'meager'.He’s a reticent creature, seldom sharing his true thoughts or intents with others. And he has absolutely no desire to form lasting, well-meaning relationships with others unless they’re an avenue to greener pastures. All in all, he has little regard for others and will fight you for a dollar should it come down to it.
BREATHE, DARLING...
Born in the Golmore jungle, Acreles was originally known as Elias Rehw-Gilda. He’d undergone the typical upbringing of a Rava Viera, having been taken from his village once his sex became apparent so as to learn how to defend their forest, as is the culture. Although, from an early age he would display signs of obsession that ventured far beyond passion. Once something of interest crossed his path, he’d find himself wholly consumed in pursuing it. After being subjected to the solitary nature that was the Rava male life, Acreles found that his first subject of intrigue was born of a narrow mindset that revolved around preset ideals: the defense of the forest. He’d spend decades honing his prowess with sword and shield, indulging in the satisfaction he’d siphon from successfully warding off evil, be it invaders or malevolent spirits. However, eventually, he’d find himself plateaued in progress. Day to day training would no longer hold the appeal it once had. And he’d open himself to a new vice, botanical in nature.It’d begin with native flora that induced a hazy mind, Acreles casually inhaling its smoke in an attempt to slow his thoughts and ease anxieties that he hadn’t come to recognize. Eventually, his usage would escalate into anything and everything he could harvest from the forest that would muddle his thoughts and dampen his senses. Infrequent use would morph to moderate before, ultimately, these substances became a day to day occurrence. His ability to defend Golmore forest would be directly impacted as one day, when the Garleans invaded, his hindered state led to the death of one his people. Subsequent to this, his addiction would no longer be tolerated. He’d be forcibly driven from his homeland, effectively breaking the Green Oath.Thrust into an entirely new world, Acreles was forced into a brief stint of sobriety as he learned to survive and navigate the Eorzea that lay outside of the confines of the forest. Resentment, confusion, and fear would harden him, manifesting a proclivity for physical violence and aggressive outbursts. Eventually, once he’d gathered a foundation beneath him, he’d find himself venturing to the undercity of Ul’dah. It was there that Acreles fell easily into the wrong crowd, who’d use his violent tendencies and unresolved anger for their gain. Now, not only did he abuse substances once again, but he’d find himself dealing them, when he wasn’t being asked to strongarm others. In due course, his criminal involvement would end with him toeing the line between life and death. And his salvation would come in the form of one Eyvind Kurousagi, another Viera who’d take it upon himself to try and set Acreles down a path that wouldn’t end with him foaming at the mouth and dead in some haphazard alleyway.
HOOKS
| antagonistic | drug peddler | soldier of fortune | all things botanical |
| looking for a rival? well, look no further. acreles is perfectly suited to be the mouse to your cat if your character is of a noble inclination or even remotely moral. or he's otherwise capable of simply being a thorn in your character's side. | if your character suffers from sleepless nights or yearns for an escape from reality, acreles has wares. find him in a dark alleyway and he'll find a remedy to your ailment. | if there is a need for hired security, if someone has wronged your character and you'd like for them to be adequately threatened or quite simply harmed, acreles will offer his services. for coin, of course. | given his background, acreles has a natural inclination toward all manner of flora. if your character is well-versed in herbs or the like, it's a particular interest of his that he's always open and willing to learn about. |
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a bit about me: i've been roleplaying for 10+ years now, but am still in the process of learning FFXIV lore and what not, so bear with me. and while my character is quite awful, i myself am not. feel free to reach out!please note that this character is intended to be an antagonist by nature, he's not meant to be congenial in any way. so when i write for him, i'm lookin' for trouble. do not approach for romance. and, as always, OOC ≠ IC.
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