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Namu'to Phamsiki
Second Son of Namu•
South Shroud - Rootslake / The Mist
No Badges
Race
Miqo'te
Clan
Keeper of the Moon
Free Company
Clan Volante
Introduction
Fresh from the Shroud and yearning for adventure. Namu'to has recent begun his path as a Wanderer into the wider world. At the request of his matriarch (eldest sister) he has been set on a trial to venture across the star. Though having troubles at the start, he has found himself in the company of like-minded members and looks to leave his name on the world.
Player's notes
Mature / Dark/ Para / Story Driven / All RP within Reason | Please be 18+ years old or older (Character & Player) or do not approach. | Availability: Sun & Mon 8PM - 10AM CST; Sometimes on in the mornings throughout the week.
Character Information
Basic details about Namu'to Phamsiki
Age
22 Summers Old
Race
Miqo'te/Keeper of the Moon
Gender
Male
Pronouns
He/Him
Occupation
Wanderer
Birthplace
South Shroud / Rootslake
Clan
Clan Phamsiki
Residence
South Shroud / Rootslake
Carrd
npham.carrd.co
Background
The story of the character's origins
General Information
- Name: Namu’to Phamsiki
- Race: Miqo’te / Keeper of the Moon
- Gender: Male
- Age: Twenty-two Summers Old
- Clan: Clan Phamsiki of the Rootslake
- Pronouns: He/Him
- Nationality: Black Shroud
- Languages: Common; Huntspeak
- Residence: South Shroud / Rootslake
- Skills: Animal Handling; Athletics; Nature; Perception; Stealth; Survival
- Alignment: Chaotic Good
- Tradecrafts/Tools: Animal Husbandry; Botany
- Occupation: Wanderer
- Affiliations: Clan Phamsiki of the Rootslake
- Class: Ranger/Druid
It was another night in the Black Shroud, humid and warm, as if always been during the summer. Twisting branches and lush leaves trapping the forest in a capony did little to fight back that summer heat from the day. The night brought shelter and comfort, but still one could easily sweat.
Namu'to had learned that the hard way when he took off in a sprint to begin his night. He hadn't made it through the murky soil of Rootslake before his ebony top clung to him as it soaked. By the time he made it further into the forest area the top stuck to him so tight that every detail of his muscles could be seen. His abs and back worked against the cloth like his own skin, lithe frame built for speed and stealth. He was not bulky like other men, but that didn't make him any less lethal. The bow, and various smaller blades further proved that point. He had a silent stalk in his step, and he moved more akin to a feline, even feminine.
He slowed until he found a spot to rest near a creek. Sitting against the ground, back leaned to a tree. He stared up the canopy, hand brought up to remove the decorated mask he wore. It was a thing of beauty, tan wood with rose petals etched in like they were dancing in a breeze, then there was his face.
Calling him handsome would be an understatement, he was beautiful. His face was soft, decorated with light blue paint which had smeared due to the sweat, it was perfect except for the single scar on his left cheek. And those lemon green eyes seemed like they glowed in the darkness, sharp and keen while he scanned the twisting branches above. His dusk skin only enhanced the colorful features, making him look mystical in the shadow of the forest.
A sigh of relief drew out his lips, nearly as silent as his steps, while he attached the mask to his shoulder. His focus remained on the branches above until a small disturbance made the leaves dance. His companion had arrived, and she announced herself with a subtle caw. A sound he mimicked back to confirm his presence. Then there was silence, only the forest around them sung and danced. There was no need for them to communicate further, but he knew she would stay close to watch his surroundings.
There he waited, watching the forest around them. A hunter's gaze as he scanned the area, long feline ears upward to hear any alarming noise. It was only when he knew he was safe that he removed the bow and quiver from his back, then went to remove his top. Boots and pants followed, all of which hung over a low hanging branch. Everything besides his weapons, which he carried with him as he stalked to the edge of the creek.
A fallen tree hung over the creek, weapons hidden in a hollow spot, and then he took to crossing it with perfect balance. Foot ahead and the other behind, arms stretched out like wings. One step after another, a sway here and there. His blue-black tail swayed to balance him when needed. Each motion was careful and silent as he came to the middle of the fallen tree. There, he lowered himself to sit, legs dangled off as he looked to the creek below.
There was a faint curve on his lips as he danced his legs forward and then back. It wasn't long when he found himself lowering downward from the fallen tree. His toes broke the surface of the water, and then a splash as he threw himself in. He submerged himself entirely for a moment, breaking the surface again as he came back up. A smile and relief on his face as the cool water streamed down his dusk skin. A nice break from the summer heat, and a pleasant way to start the night.
He had swum a couple of laps before simply floating on his back. Lemon green eyes staring above at the canopy. There was just enough space to see the twinkling lights that peppered the night sky, and of course, there was the crescent moon above. His eyes closed then, a silent prayer to his goddess who embraced him in the night. Menphina, the Lover.
Personality
- Faith: Menphina, the Lover; Oschon, the Wanderer; Nophica; the Matron
- Sexuality: Gynosexuality
- Relationships: Traditional / Open Polyamorous
- Likes: Animals; Cooking; Fishing; Gardening; Music; Outdoors; Chocobo Riding
- Dislikes: Cruelty to Animals; Poachers; Keeper Bandits/Thieves; Fancy Things; Stuck-up & Corrupt Nobles
Appearance
- Hair Color: Blue-ish Black
- Eye Color: Lemon Green
- Height: 5’11”
- Weight: 162 lbs.
- Build: Slender Build; Athletic; Built for Speed & Stealth
- Tattoos/Markings: The Mark of The Matron (Right Shoulder); Scar (Face/Left Cheek); A few moles (Body); Traditional Face Paint
- Attire: Light Armor; Common Clothing; City Clothes
- Scent: Leather; Oak; Nature
Namu’to Phamsiki, Second Son of Namu, is a young quiet, reserved wanderer of the Black Shroud. He spends most of his time stalking the southern region in search of flora or aiding nature against the poachers and bandits that plague the region. He is often seen with his mask, which is decorated with dancing rose petals, and his dark attire made to blend in with dark nights under the canopy. At times he feels like a walking armory. Bow and quiver strapped to his back, throwing knives sheathed along the straps, and a few daggers hidden here and there. When blades fail him, he turns to his magic and poisons. And if the time calls for it, his hawk companion Harribel is often lurking nearby to aid him when needed.
Despite his appearance; Namu’to is a kind, gentle man. He prefers spending his time with animals, or wandering nature when the city becomes too much. At his home in Rootslake he tends to the gardens and livestock his clan keeps. Though he does not stay long before he is back on the road. A traditional as he is, his matriarch gave him permission to stay at home whenever he desired. With her permission he set aside a hovel near the clan home for when he took a break from his wandering.
(Want to know more, roleplay with him to find out~)
OOC Information
- I go by Dizzy (They/Them) and I'm 30+ years of age but feel free to call me by whatever character you know me as.
- I will only roleplay with fellow adults (21+). Please do not approach if you or your character is underage.
- I'm very much an introvert and suffer from social anxiety, because of this I rarely do walk-ups or send tells to start a scene. I'll even clam up if I spy anyone targeting me or sending me a tell; please don't be insulted if my OOC responses are short. It's just who I am.
- My IC post can be (most likely) slow and known to have typos. I'm not the best at typing and oftentimes my thought process in writing properly can lead me to be slow in the response; typos tend to happen due to this as I try to rush out the emote to not keep the other waiting.
- I've been Roleplaying for roughly eight years now. Having experience in World of Warcraft and now Final Fantasy XIV.
- My availability can be tight to some, generally only free Sundays and Mondays from 8PM to 8PM (CST US). Some rare appearances can happen on my workdays.
- I prefer one or two para emotes but can also do simple on-liners and such.
- I do enjoy RPing in the open world. The Quicksand and Housing areas can be boring.
- I'm open to all forms of Roleplay. (I don't accept character deaths; FFXIV is not alt friendly, and it would be annoying to reroll). I prefer adventure, character growth, and relationship building
- I don't shy away from ERP but there must be some form of build up or reasoning for the scene. I'll just ignore people who come at my characters with the sole purpose for ERP. If such a scene does happen and it becomes the only focus of the characters from that point; I will part ways. Balmung is next door. If you're looking for that, go there and have fun.
- I do not use /crimes/, nor do I see the /moon/. Sorry if this is a roleplay mood killer for you, but I'm just not comfortable with such things.
- If you ever catch me then feel free to ask me for a scene; due to my shyness I can often overlook asking myself and I'm rather gentle with a letdown should I be busy that day.