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Rika Iryut
Drifter, Tinkerer, Outlaw•
Everywhere and nowhere
No Badges
Race
Viera
Clan
Rava
Free Company
Hounds of Annwn
Introduction
Wayward daughter of Ilsabard, adrift upon the western wind.
Player's notes
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Character Information
Basic details about Rika Iryut
Race
Viera
Age
Middling 120s
Gender, Pronouns
Female, She/Her
Height
7'3"-ish
Weight
245 lbs (111.13kg)
Birthplace
Iryut Rise, Golmore Jungle
Alignment
(L) Neutral-Good
Occupation
Engineer, Sky Pirate, Warden
Background
The story of the character's origins
Data Center: Crystal - World: Mateus
Timezone: EST
―♦―
“When you look at someone, what's the first thing you see?”
A Viera of unusually lofty stature with a figure lean and robust. There was warmth and grace within her smooth, freckled mien, yet about her was an enduring, rugged flint; candidly winsome, but bereft refinement or the inclination to leverage it openly. Young and radiant she seemed at a glance, and yet not so; scores of fading scars notched her skin, and there was a knowing severity to her eye—as of one tempered by the travails of harsher years.
Rika may appear to most a creature of spartan simplicity at first blush. Much of her dress and equipment reflects a utilitarian adherence to function and comfort, favoring protection and durability to the disdain of pomp and flair in excess. To a more worldly eye, hers is a rough blending of Garlean and Ivalician influence, whilst a number of personal modifications suggest a highly experienced hand. A sprawling arrangement of Golmorran tattoos canvas her limbs and body, harkening to traditional roots seldom reflected anywhere else on her person. Much of her ink appears bright and well kept, despite the wear of conflict and toil. Subtle showing of respect, perhaps?
She acts with a degree of a soldier's bearing and knowing irreverence, though time and less austere company have softened her considerably. Beneath a roguish veneer, hers is an indomitable attitude underscored by a streak of sentimentality and a quiet optimism. Rika greatly values her own independence, and is often happiest wherever she might make her own luck. Indeed, she harbors a genuine love for the far places of the world; more at home on a trail finding trouble than anywhere such paths lead her.
Such is not to say that she eschews closeness with others altogether—a full career's worth of military doctrine has entrenched within her the value of camaraderie and trust, and there are few things she won't do for those she considers close... or a cause she believes in.
Mercenary. Wanderer. Outlaw. Tinkerer. And a whole plethora of things besides. That's Rika. What about you?
―♦―
"Walking away from people can feel like freedom for a while. Having nobody lean on you means you have no one to disappoint, or be disappointed by. But... good friends can keep you honest. You'd be amazed at what you're able to justify when you're only betting on yourself."
Contradictory, in the fashion of many Viera—graceful beyond time yet burdened by the weight of her years.
Rika is a loosely known quantity among a range of seedier circles. A Golmore-born Viera whose eventual exile tailed the arrival of the IVth Imperial Legion, forcefully riven from her tribe when it shattered in their path of conquest. Through voluntary service—an opportunity afforded her only by an unlikely life debt—did she find new and enduring purpose beyond the wood, one which eventually culminated in an opportunity to formally enlist with the then-hegemonic occupying force. For the better part of two decades following, she was trained by and fought alongside a unit of shock infantry... though her career was blackened by a string of disasters and subterfuge that ultimately forced her to desert, and unofficially defect.
Across several intervening years, she lived and wandered as a drifter. Always in motion, far more keen on the distance she put behind her than the places her travels took her. To support herself, she applied her skillset and experience in pursuits both as a consummate mercenary and occasional outlaw; efforts which garnered her a small measure of notoriety for an industrious, if ruthless, approach to the craft.
So she might've stayed, until a particularly ambitious gig ran her afoul of the right(?) band of people; an old, infamous sky pirate and illusive master swordsman not least of which. Through them, a new path—one that saw her trade contract work for an enterprise altogether more clandestine.