Tivahlt Grimmgeist

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 Tivahlt Grimmgeist
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"I wander to stay free. To keep dreaming, to find hope, and, someday, to move on. I doubt I'll ever settle down...but I'll stay with you as long as you need me."
The Gentile Wanderer
Gender Male
Race Miqo'te
Clan Keeper of the Moon
Citizenship Esil'Heihm
Age 29
Nameday 17th day of the 4th astral moon
Guardian Menphina, the Lover, though he doesn't know it.
Orientation Pansexual
Occupation None
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Basic Info

Full Name: Tivahlt Grimmgeist

Pronunciation: TIV-alt GRIM-gaist (last syllable rhymes with "iced")

Nicknames: Tiv, more sure to come as he interacts with others.

Aliases: Formerly "Tiva," used briefly prior to Dalamud.

Birthplace: Esil'Heihm, an island nation in the middle of nowhere.

Current Residence: Any spare room he can find.

Relationship Status: Single, and does not use that to his advantage nearly as much as he used to.

Religion: Previously a lip-service follower of his nation's faith (see below), he has since become bitter and jaded towards the idea of "higher powers" at work. He lets others believe what they want, but if religion comes up in conversation he will politely take his leave.

Laterality: Ambidextrous, but favors his left hand.

Other Notes: Tiv hates his full name, for various reasons. He rarely lets someone know it, and he won't be happy if you say it.

Appearance

Height: 5'7"

Weight: 130 ponz

Build: Lithe, but with a little bit of muscle. It's clear that he has only recently been exercising the limits of his body. His skin is just a little bit too smooth to have seen any real work for most of his life.

Skin Color: Pale, and a little sickly. Clearly has not had an intimate relation with sunshine. Some small areas have a greenish tint, such as his fingertips.

Eye Color: Light green, with a faint glow.

Hair Color: Deep purple with tips of blue-ish white.

Hair Style: Generally unkempt. It looks less like an actual style, and more like someone took a knife to much longer hair and then tried to fix it haphazardly. The front hangs over his eyes, occasionally obscuring his vision enough that he needs to flick it away. He claims that it adds to his "mysterious wanderer" look.

General Clothing Style: Though as a self-expressed homeless wanderer his clothing is often reduced to "whatever he can get," he keeps whatever outfit he is wearing very clean and precisely fitted. He almost never has a button unbuttoned or a fold out of place. When he wears what he actually prefers to wear, it usually errs on the side of formal, but with enough comfort that he can (usually) fit in with the rest of the crowd.

Voice: Very smooth and just a little bit flirtatious. He is very well spoken and picks his words carefully, always trying his best to be cordial, even when he's excited or scared. He rarely ever raises his voice in anger, but when he is riled his voice becomes much rougher, almost like a primal growl.

Other Notes: He has very faint scars of all shapes and sizes across most of his body. Most notable are series of small hole-shaped scars that run in rows down his back, on the sides of his torso, and down his arms and legs. They have all healed to the point that they are difficult to see for most people unless they're looking for them, but a very sharp eye might be able to find a few.

Personality

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Esil'Heihm

Note: This is for educational purposes only! The odds of any of this information being widely known are so low that calculating them would be pointless. The primary purpose for this information is to make Tiv's history easier to write, by putting the more wordy exposition in its own section.

It is also a testament to what happens when I go off on a tangent and no one stops me. The "Intricacies" section especially is full of information that no one will ever need.

The Basics

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Religion

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Intricacies

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History

TL;DR Version

Tivahlt Grimmgeist was born into nobility on an island in the middle of nowhere. He was experimented on with involuntary infusions of raw aether to induce severe aether sickness, which was then mixed directly into his blood and very being using unknown technology, in an attempt to create a powerful, mindless entity for the High Priests to control as their puppet on the throne, a "tradition" that spanned centuries. The experiments made him into something that could hardly be called a person, a "thing" made of both mortal flesh and raw either, slowly losing everything that made him anything more. He was only saved from either certain death or endless servitude when his island was found and invaded by marauding pirates seeking a land full of riches, who had been led there by a group of traitors that wanted revenge against the unfair caste system. Tivahlt was saved during the chaos before the experiments could be completed, and from the slaughter of the entire ruling class, by his old servant and friend who ferried his half-alive, mostly unconscious body to a safe haven on a distant shore before returning to their home to try and salvage it.

After recovering enough from the experiments to regain his senses, "Tiv" (or "Tiva") sailed to Eorzea, a land he had heard of from a scarce few accounts, under a disguise in case the worst should happen. Because males were rarely seen he dressed and acted as a female, which was surprisingly easy because his princely features, coupled with years of brutal experimentation that left his body frail and under-grown, made him closer in size to a female Miqo'te of Eorzea than a male. He only ever let one person see his true self, and it was their love and acceptance, coupled with the dauntless courage and passion for life he experienced from other Eorzean adventurers, that made him realize that he couldn't keep running from his past. He was still needed elsewhere.

After only a few months he left Eorzea, shortly before Dalamud fell, and returned to his home With the help of his old friend he rallied those people that remained, regardless of their rank under the previous regime, and a long series of battles and sacrifices (including the death of the aforementioned friend) his people finally regained control of the island. Since he was the last remaining noble, and the people had hardly known anything else other than brutal massacre, he was essentially forced to be king. He lived out the role as best he could, but he was troubled. He was losing pieces of his mind, and losing control of the power inside him. When the calamity struck Eorzea he felt it in the depths of his very soul, and ever since then he had become more and more unstable. He began to lose track of the present, and forget pieces of the past. His childhood, his own family, the friend who sacrificed his life...the friends he made in Eorzea, and the people who had stood by him.

Eventually he discovered that, because the procedures on him were never fully completed (for better or worse), his "power" was becoming increasingly unstable, constantly on the verge of ripping his body, and his mind, to shreds. Whatever had happened in Eorzea, the reshaping of a continent and some great displacement of...something, had shifted the aether enough that his old scars were reawakened. Years of battle and living with the aether inside him had hardened his body against its worst effects, but the unnatural energy was still too powerful to fully control and by all rights should have killed him long ago. At his lowest point, the power overwhelmed him for only a few moments and the resulting burst of raw, unnaturally imbued aether killed many of his own subjects. Tiv was running on borrowed time and his people were demanding his head out of fear and sorrow. He left for the only place where he had any chance of finding an answer to both of his problems.

Now he's back in Eorzea, a new man with a slight glowing problem, hoping to restore the few memories he can and find a way to, if not cure himself of the unnatural energy inside him, then suppress it long enough for a few more years of life. So far the only way he has found to at least relieve the pressure a little is to "let it out" through feats of powerful magic, so that's what he does. He slings spells for hire, for fun, for what he believes is right and, occasionally, for revenge.

Long Version

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