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Ren Nimise
The Fluffy Vagabond•
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Race
Miqo'te
Clan
Keeper of the Moon
Free Company
None
Introduction
A well-built Keeper of the Moon with a sunny disposition and a penchant for never not never not moving. His ears flick at every little noise, tail flails around ceaselessly, this Miqo'te is ever-curious and ever-ready to get himself in trouble.
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Character Information
Basic details about Ren Nimise
Age
Late 20s
Race
Keeper of the Moon
Partner
Single
Pronouns
He/Him
Occupation
Adventurer
Body Type
Mesomorph
Birthplace
Radz-at-Han
Residence
Homeless
Voice claim
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Background
The story of the character's origins
"It is through freedom one can realize that we are not limited to just one path towards greatness."
The world is a vast place, filled with grand, epic stories - legends of incredible heroes, both those who shaped the past and those still writing their own destinies. These figures stride toward the next great disaster with their chins held high, chests puffed out, and arms ready to forge yet another myth. The tale of Ren, however, is nothing like that.
***
A riot of vibrant colors. The intoxicating scent of countless spices, promising boundless culinary adventures. History and culture woven into every stone, plank, and shard of glass - each a fragment of the wonder known as Radz-At-Han. All of it beneath an awe-inspiring orange sky. An orange sky raining fire.
Amidst the chaos consuming the city, a lone Keeper of the Moon sprinted against the fleeing crowds, rushing toward the heart of the disaster. His linkpearl rang incessantly in his ear - orders to retreat, desperate pleas for reason, frantic demands for safety. He answered briefly - warm, polite, even slipping in a lighthearted jest or two, despite the inferno devouring everything around him.
Then, rounding a corner, he saw them. The abominations that had driven the people into terror. Blasphemies, locked in combat with the Radiants.
Clad in light armor, mask on his face, a spear in hand, the dark-haired Miqo'te didn't even slow down. He shot past the battlefield, his focus fixed on a single destination, the stairway leading to a small plaza. Beyond that, a house.
That house.
The plaza was eerily empty, save for the blaze consuming the remains of a collapsing structure and the hulking monstrosity on the other side. Thirty fulms tall, humanoid in shape but grotesquely wrong - its arms replaced by four writhing, tentacle-like limbs. It struck mindlessly at the crumbling walls of a home.
That home.
Hesitation is poison to the mind. He knew what these creatures were. What this one had once been no longer mattered. And yet, for an instant, he was frozen. Could it be…?
A sharp crack split the air as part of the wall gave way. His ears twitched at the sound of a familiar, panicked yelp. A raven-haired Miqo'te woman bolted from the collapsing house, terror in her golden eyes. Behind her, her husband followed, gripping a kitchen knife. Wrong-handed, poor stance, useless.
A moment. A blur.
Aether surged through the Keeper's body, raw power and searing pain entwined, propelling him forward at impossible speed. The spear struck true, piercing the Blasphemy’s thick hide, burying deep into its chest. The couple turned in time to see him unleash a surge of magic, channeling raw energy through the crystal resting just below the weapon’s blade. A crackling thunderbolt erupted from the spear’s tip, tearing into the abomination from within.
With a sickening thud, the monstrous form collapsed. Standing atop its fallen mass, the armored, masked Keeper strained to wrench his weapon free.
His gaze locked onto the Miqo’te man and his wife. Orange eyes met orange eyes. And for a heartbeat, the world - flames, wind, chaos - ceased to exist.
"Go."
The single word barely left his lips before the Blasphemy’s chest expanded, flesh splitting into a gaping, nightmarish maw.
Darkness swallowed him whole.
***
The chirping of birds prepared him for what was to come. Though his senses had fully returned, Ren chose to linger a little longer, savoring the peace. The crisp morning air carried the lingering bite of the night’s chill, but it never quite touched him. He had slept beneath a large rock, shielded from the wind above and on one side, while a makeshift windbreaker of dead branches guarded the other. The embers of last night’s fire still smoldered nearby, their fading warmth still bounced between the stone and the fireplace, washing over the soft bed of dry leaves and moss he had arranged.
“Someone's always watching. Whether it's the gods, the spirits, or even our future selves, it matters not.”
The first golden rays of sunlight filtered through the treetops, never quite reaching the shaded alcove where he rested, yet he knew it was time. A pair of sharp, orange eyes cracked open, scanning his surroundings - unchanged from the night before, yet he checked anyway. His ears twitched, ridding themselves of the forest debris that had nestled into his fur. His tail gave a lazy flick, scattering a few stray leaves, and with a bright, slightly drowsy smile, he finally sat up.
With practiced efficiency, he erased all traces of his presence. The scattered leaves and branches were returned to nature, the remnants of the fire buried beneath soil and undergrowth. Within moments, it was as if he had never been there at all. His bag was slung over his shoulder, and with a light, unhurried step, he set off toward the river, nibbling on a piece of flatbread.
“Everything we are, as people, is simply a result. A product of our every day efforts.”
Rather than taking a direct route, he wove through the woods in a winding path, plucking a few ripe berries from a bush and eyeing some mushrooms with mild curiosity. Some he collected, tucking them into a pouch at his hip, while others he left untouched - better to be certain than to risk an upset stomach.
When he reached the riverbank, the cool mist rising from the water met him like a refreshing embrace. The sun glistened on the gently flowing surface, casting rippling patterns across the rocks below. Without hesitation, he shed his clothes and waded in, shivering as the water wrapped around his skin. The initial chill passed quickly, replaced by a refreshing clarity. Cupping handfuls of water, he washed his face, running wet fingers through his hair, ridding himself of the last remnants of sleep. Then, with measured movements, he submerged himself fully, letting the water cleanse away the stiffness of the night.
“That is why it's important to do things properly. To not skip steps. To be methodical.”
Emerging with a sharp inhale, he slicked his hair back and waded to the shallows, where he retrieved a small wooden container from his bag along with a plain toothbrush. He opened the box and scooped out a fine, mint-scented powder, using it to scrub his teeth clean. The earthy, herbal taste lingered briefly before he rinsed his mouth with another handful of river water. Satisfied, he straightened, shaking excess water from his hands before grabbing a piece of cloth to dry himself off.
The morning was still young, the world waking at its own pace. With his morning ritual complete, Ren slung his bag over his shoulder once more and continued onward, the rhythm of the river fading behind him as he disappeared into the forest.
“To many routine is a cage, but to me it's a pair of wings - it lets me soar through the skies, unburdened by the chaos below.”