Ravil Radanzha
"For what is danger," he asked softly, "if not an invitation to dance?"...
Daredevil dance-battler, stage-strutting Shroudling trickster & mercurial manufacturer of merry-making mischief, stuffed into a psychadelic harlequin's motley.
..."And this harlequin has ever been a most adroit dancer!"
"Now that he has thine eyes and ears commandeered..."
A tempestuous soul prone to theatrical flights of fancy, Ravil’s adventurous spirit and puckish exuberance often see him freewheeling torwards danger and spectacle.
| ♦ Name: | Ravil Radanzha | ♦ |
| ♦ Gender: | Male | ♦ |
| ♦ Race: | Miqo'te (Keeper) | ♦ |
| ♦ Age: | ~23 | ♦ |
| ♦ Height: | 4'8 | ♦ |
| ♦ Physique: | Svelte, Androgynous | ♦ |
| ♦ Birthplace: | Sylphlands, Black Shroud | ♦ |
| ♦ Career: | Performer, puckish nuisance | ♦ |
..."Prithee permit this performer to properly introduce himself!"
Eclectic Eccentricities
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♦ Positive Traits: Dramatic and charismatic, fuelled by a seemingly unquenchable fount of raw passion. At his best and brightest carries himself with a playful exuberance and joviality. Ravil sees life as an interconnected tangle of stories and considers it his sworn duty to ensure legends are born -- and that they never die.♦ Negative Traits: Though he struts astride Hydaelyn's stage with each foot buried by turns in past and future, Ravil is a creature of the moment, ruled by his whims – capricious, lascivious and often stubbornly superstitious. He delights in mendacious misdirection and often instigates and escalates conflict. His rationale is rooted in faerietale logic, which engenders a certain naivete when it comes to facing harsher realities... or the consequences of his own actions.♦ Likes: Dance, fighting, dancefighting, the circus, interesting people, thrilling adventures, storytelling, assorted mischief, fashion, an audience, thunderstorms, nature, recreational drugs, confectionaries.♦ Dislikes: Routine drudgery, boring or closeminded folk, maths, excessive sunlight, laws, anticlimaxes, critics, Garlean magitek.♦ Fears: An ignominous end, being forgotten, imprisonment, aging, chirugeons.♦ Known Associations: Little Solace, Radanzha Circus (formerly), the free company 'Metaphysick', the Gold Saucer, various adventurers, Wood Wailers (mutually begrudging)
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"This world is wrought of peaks and valleys, my sweet. Many content themselves to stand between -- to live a life of shade and muted echoes, never knowing how sublime it is to climb, to stand at summit then unto abyss plummet, to feel upon their outstretched wings the hallowed fury of the wind."
Hooks & Common Knowledge
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"This coeurl's curiosity is forever piqued by ancient mystique; led thither through forgotten forest roads by songs and stories and the beckoning ghosts of bygone glories.”
♦ An avid collector of lore eld and eldritch, often found gallivanting about in the wild, hot on the trail of legends and occult stirrings. He might cross paths - and sometimes purposes - with a fellow adventurer and either opt to tag along or (if he’s feeling particularly puckish) instigate a rivalry.
"“The Radanzha's last flame yet burns bright; audiences o'er Eorzea aglow with delight!””
♦ A prolific – if eccentric – avant-garde solo performer; a veritable one-Miqo'te circus. He wanders the cities and townships of Eorzea, treating audiences to dazzling displays of dance and acrobatics, amid psychadelic splendour and storied spectacle. His arrival is often heralded by glamoured flyers that glow with a phantasmal aether-light after dusk.
"At Hydaelyn's blessed behest, Ravil shall fashion of thee myth made manifest!””
♦ Ravil believes himself appointed – mayhap anointed – to usher, through trickery or entreaty, new legends into the fore. If performance is his lifeblood, then this dubious holy mission is his soul - one that he's taken to with chaotic fervor. He gravitates torwards people with strong 'narrative potential' - heroes and villains in the making. Whether he presents himself as an ally, accomplice or even an adversary, he strives to guide them along their path to greatness and grow their story to its fullest dramatic potential – by any means necessary.
"What lies beneath the billowing boughs of the Black Shroud?””
♦ A strong connection to the Twelveswood, from delving into the wellspring of ancient lore, to his asociations with the Sylphs, to the simple joy of losing himself amid nature’s verdant mysteries. He might find familiar ground with a fellow Shroud-born or one interested in its history, and he’s also been known to play (usually) harmless pranks on wayfarers deep in the woods.
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A Backstory in Brief
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Now, this is a story all about how
My life got flipped-turned upside down
And I'd like to take a minute
Just sit right there
I'll tell you how I became jester of the Radanzha fair
In the east Twelveswood born and raised
In the Sylphlands was where I spent most of my days
Chillin' out maxin' relaxin' all cool
And pranking wayfarers; nothin' too cruel
When a couple of Garleans who were up to no good
Started making trouble in the sylphic woods
I got in one little fight and Frixio got scared
They said "you're joinin' that travelling circus over there"
I begged and pleaded with them day after day
But they packed my suitcase and sent me on my way
They gave me magicks and then they gave me my ticket.
I put my motley on and gamboled out the thicket.
(WIP)
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OOC Info
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♦Timezone: GMT+0 (UK)
♦ Availability: Typically limited to weekends & discord RP
♦ Server: Balmung
♦ Contact: In-game or The Unanticipated Duck#9451 on discord