Uruvion Firelight
 Uruvion Firelight
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| Gender | Male |
| Race | Elezen |
| Clan | Duskwight |
| Citizenship | Limsa Lominsa |
Basic Info
Given name: Uruvion Firelight. He goes by "Uru" for short.
Relationship status: Single. Divorced.
Religion: Agnostic. Uruvion feels that those who believe in the gods are too weak to make decisions for themselves or solve their own problems. He still admires the beauty of churches. He is also a strong believer in fate, that everything happens for a reason.
Appearance
Height: A bit short for an elezen
Body: Slender with some muscle tone.
Hair: Shoulder length, Silver with longer strands on one side of his face.
Eyes: Light blue or silver.
Skin: Tan
Markings: (haven't seen character creation options)
Clothing style: White mage garb when he is in battle or on his ship. When he's in town he always wears a wide-brimed black hat, tan cloak with a black sleeveless shirt underneath, brown forearm-length gloves, baggy navy blue pants and brown boots that reach mid-calf.
Weapons: Staff, several small daggers, which he has had to use when someone comes to collect the bounty on his head and his staff isn't within reach.
History
Taken to be trained by his uncle at an early age, Uruvion learned the ways of white magic. He was taught that it could be used for both giving, and taking life. Most importantly, he had to use his own judgement to gauge situations, he had to listen to what felt right. There were several occasions where a crime would be committed and the guilty party would go free. Uruvion wouldn't stand for it, sometimes hunting them down and, even if there was a bounty for the perpetrator's capture, he would eliminate them. He saw too many repeat offenders and too many of their victims suffer to let them continue. He did show mercy, never making the guilty party suffer, always delivering a swift death.
He was up early this morning, walking from the bed to a mirror. Looking at himself, turning his head from side to side to make sure he looked presentable. He raised his hand to brush a few silvery blue locks of hair behind his ear before putting on his robes and heading out to the docks of Limsa Lominsa. Most people who saw him would describe him as effeminate, and strikingly beautiful.
He had been invited to join the Knights of the Barracuda on one of their ships sailing from the harbor. He had recently helped a number of their ranks when they returned from a mission with several wounded soldiers lying on the docks, pulling them from the cold hand of death but not before asking them what they wanted to live for and afterwards, he was asked to join them.
“We’re too late!” One person shouted from the deck. Uruvion walked over to look over the side of the ship, seeing the scattered remains of a pirate ship floating in the water. Bodies were floating in the water, and also on pieces of the broken ship. A white mages ability to sense the life energy left in someone’s body, and how long they had to live, was a fundamental principle in the school of white magic.
Uruvion looked at the bodies floating on the debris of the ship, his eyes widened as he saw a small child, barely alive, hanging on to a barrel in the water. “Get him up here!” he said, pointing to the boy.
“But..He’s one of them” One deckhand said, referring to the pirate ship wreckage around them. If looks could kill that day. Uruvion shot the deckhand a look that required no further resistance, as the other soldiers started to lower the small boats into the water to retrieve the boy. Uruvion drew the small wand from his waist, casting a regen spell on the boy to ensure he would make it until he was safely on board.
As soon as he was on board, he was placed on the deck. He was breathing but it was weak. Uruvion quickly started to cast healing spells on the boy until he felt that he was no longer at risk of dying. He slowly stood up, coughing as he looked at what he considered his captors. By Uruvion’s orders he was taken below deck, given dry clothes and food.
Some men on board saw this as kindness; others saw it as an act of treason. The Elezen didn’t know where he stood with the ship’s crew, and he didn’t much care. As soon as they returned to Limsa Lominsa the boy was set free. He wasn’t interrogated about his former ships’ intentions or crew.
Uruvion stood on the docks while the sun set over the sea.The wind was blowing his hair and robe gently as he looked over the horizon. Closing his eyes, he was remembering the battlefields years ago.
Ground burned and fire in the skies, the white mage Uruvion came upon the fallen soldiers. “Gods be praised!” they shouted from the ground where they had fallen, wounded and dying as they saw the healer approach. He had been watching them for some time and had seen their actions. He looked down at them through silvery locks of hair that hung in his face. He didn’t move, and they didn’t know why. Hesitation from a healer on the field of battle was rare. “W..What are you waiting for?” the soldiers cried through winces of pain.
“Gods be praised…” the Elezen repeated softly, closing his eyes.
“The gods, they have sent you to us! Now heal us!” the soldiers yelled back.
“I watched you… you enjoyed torturing and butchering those Garlean soldiers. One was a boy of only 17 years. He was enlisted in the military by force and you laughed as he cried for mercy. Now you cry for it. How ironic. The boy is now safely behind enemy lines and recovering.” He said, opening his eyes to look at the soldiers. Uruvion used some of his magic to scan their bodies, assessing wounds and calculating how long they had to live.
“You praise the gods, perhaps one of them will come down to save you. You seem to have enough faith in them.” His expression never changed through his time with the soldiers. “You have 5 minutes left.”
Again, they pleaded. “Please! Save us!”
Uruvion plucked the small wand from his waist, beginning to cast a spell to the relief of the fallen soldiers. They smiled as they looked at each other, they would live to fight again.
“As you wish..” Uruvion said as he continued casting the spell.
A pillar of light appeared between the three wounded soldiers. Three orbs of light swirled around the pillar and quickly met in the middle, creating an explosion of holy energy, disintegrating the soldiers. Before one perished, he cried one more time into the field of death. “Halone!” was his last word. He cried to the god of war with no response before he was gone.
Uruvion’s actions through the years had earned him the nickname “Judge”. He healed who he thought deserved it, even if it was an Imperial soldier and if there was any misdeed in his eyes, he would deliver swift punishment. In some lands he was considered a savior and welcomed, in others he was branded as a traitor and there were posters of bounties for his capture. He did have a definite quality. He would always save children, because, in his eyes, they were innocent. No matter what they had done, they could be redeemed. That’s how he saw it, anyway.
Employment
Uruvion is employed as an officer for the Knights of the Barracuda in Limsa Lominsa. When not doing his official duties at sea, he supplements his income in less 'official' ways, often taking a ship out to sea to hunt pirates off the books and steal whatever they've stolen, or when he hears about a battle that is ensuing at sea between two ships or a ship is being attacked by Sahagins he always make sure to show up late and salvages whatever is left in the wreckage.
He always makes sure to take the same people with him. A small band of trusted adventurers whose silence in the matters taken place has been paid for. When the dock officials confront him about where they've been, or where they're going, Uruvion could almost always talk his way around what was really happening, telling the dock officials that he was going on a routine patrol, or an extra order from his commanding officer. When that didn't work, he found, bribes always did.
Personality
Likes:
- Children (though he would never have any of his own)
- White magic
- Women
- Drinking
- Appreciation
- Crosses
- Churches
- Rain
- Snow
Dislikes:
- People who talk too much
- People who talk too much
- Those who think too highly of themselves.
- Anyone who would abuse a woman
- Deserts
Uruvion always keeps a stoic expression on his face. He rarely laughs and is very critical of those who get overly excited in small situations. The stoicism changes to anger when he sees a misdeed performed in front of him, vowing that they will pay for their crimes. He very rarely shows forgiveness. Betrayal is something that he will not tolerate. He enjoys watching the sunset over the waters of Limsa Lominsa. It is only at this time that his expression softens and he looks almost sad. A these times his hands at at his sides and his left hand is always open.
He is always fearful of being unarmed and his philosophy is that an unarmed swordsman is a useless one. Archers, he feels, are most vulnerable in his opinion. Their bowstrings can be cut, their arrows lost, stolen, or broken or the limbs of their bows shattered. Without that, in his eyes, they are useless on the battlefield. He finds puglists(or anyone who doesn't rely on a weapon for power) to be his strongest allies.
He sometimes sneaks into the Soliloquy tavern at night and serves himself a drink. He makes sure to leave enough gil(and a tip) for whatever he takes.
Other Notes
OOC: Uruvion was married at one point in his life, his longest relationship. He still carries his wedding ring with him wherever he goes.
