Eronan Fhey
Hope is not weak or frail, but a survivor. Hope is the one getting up bloody and bruised determined and muttering, 'One more time.'
about the mun
■ Most refer to me as Toadie across multiple platforms. He/Him. I'm also very queer and queer friendly!■ I'm almost 40, have a house, and work a fulltime job. I don't have time for racism, sexism, homophobia, transphobia, or any of that drama. Expect that I'll just blacklist and move on.■ I love sharing music and learning about the music people attribute to their characters. It's my favorite thing. Feel free to slip into my DMs and talk music with me. If you can find me new artists to enjoy, I'll be ever grateful!■ I've bounced around games and was an active participant in many MMORPG roleplaying communities! World of Warcraft [WRA], Wildstar, Guildwars 2, and Elder Scrolls. You are welcome to see if you know me! Come say hello!
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To Remember
■ I love making contacts, but I am not available on a 24/7 basis. My time is important to me, and I do not give it out lightly. Your time is important to me, so I will not ask for it lightly.■ I am the main DM for my free company, The Steelgrin Sirens, which means all their storylines come first. Depending on your relationship with Eronan, you may come along for the ride.■ If you catch me just staring at you and I've not said anything, just assume I'm looking over your carrd. I like to tab out a lot when I'm vibin', so feel free to DM me with a hello!■ Communication is very important to continued stories, so OOC chatter is always welcome and encouraged. If you feel like something is not making sense, please contact me so we can work through the issue.
I'm Looking For
■ Dalmascan Contacts: I want to give Eronan ties back to his home. He does not travel often, so having someone who could keep him abreast of developments would be ideal.■ Slice of Life: A break in the chaos, I enjoy little moments of seeing the truth of a character when they are relaxed. A quite place to develop relationships and showcase rare moments of inner conflict or peace. Not everything has to be dramatic and action packed! It's not as boring as many would have you believe.■ Long Term RP Partners: While not all characters will mesh and jive perfectly, I like to write like we will meet again. One offs are nice, but I tend to direct my encounters with the intent of further contact.■ In-game Scenes: While I don't mind giving out my discord for better OOC planning, I don't enjoy it as a medium for RP. Unless absolutely necessary, I avoid RP outside of the game.
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Hard lines
■ I'm older at 35+ and I'm not really comfortable roleplaying with folks too much younger than me, so 21+ is mandatory. 25+ is preferred. Sorry kids.■ I'm happily married, and all my ships are for my husband. I'm not interested in multi-ships or AU!ships or any of that nonsense. Eronan is non-romancible.■ I will not engaging with anyone's racist fanon [That awful viera one or otherwise] or misrepresentation of indigenous people. Tribes are families first, not some excuse to commit another microaggression.■ I make good use of my blacklist function, and have absolutely zero tolerance for fascist bullshit OOC. You can play a character that is Garlean without playing fascist iconography. Expect any poorly veiled excuse to roleplay a fascist pig gets blacklisted.
| Name: | Eronan Fhey |
| Race: | Viera |
| Gender: | Male |
| Age: | 300+ |
| Orientation: | Gay |
| Free Company: | Steelgrin Sirens |
| Occupation: | Medic |
| Disability: | Albinism |
| Physical Ailment: | Rosacea |
| Vocal Tic: | Stutter |
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"The most beautiful people we have known are those who have known defeat, known suffering, known struggle, known loss, and have found their way out of the depths."
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| Birthplace: | Rabanastre |
| Current home: | Limsa Lominsa |
| Nationality: | Dalmascan |
| language(s). | Common |
| Voice Claim: | Hope Estheim |
| Hair: | White, feathery, and short |
| Eyes: | Blue |
| Height: | 5'6 |
| Build: | Lanky |
| Extra: | Feather motifs |
| Likes: | Sweets, Coffee |
| Dislikes: | Loud or sudden noises |
| Hobbies: | Triple Triad, Verminion Go |
| Religion: | Kiltia |
| Expertise: | Alchemy |
| Vice: | Recreational drug use |
Hooks & skills
DALMASCAN ✦ Working an old shop owned by his family for generations, the business was a fixture in the markets of Rabanastre before the fall. An old Viera run alchemy and potions shop, it had been run by his family for several generations spanning centuries. While it was not a shop that serviced royalty, it was frequented by all manner of common folk. It would be very easy to say he knew a great many faces within the city proper.TRIPLE TRIAD ✦ Collecting cards and trading them is his passion. While he no longer visits the Gold Saucer as often to spend his time playing competitively, when he does visit his face is so familiar within the Battlehall that he often is found chatting up the various challengers. Despite being happy to talk strategy and deck building with anyone, it is well known that his true passion is appreciating the card art. The real reason he collects.EX-CONSCRIPT ✦ For someone so old, you might think the time spent working for Garlemald is but a drop in an ocean of time. However, even for less than thirty years of service deep scars formed the likes that will take many more years to heal. Talk of imperialist rule or garlean superiority are the few times where soft spoken words turn into growling venom.A SOOTHING VOICE ✦ Still, within Garlemald, his presence might have meant something as he cared for their injured and dying. To those who live shorter lives, his presence might have meant a bit more than just another face in the crowd. A soft spoken and gentle healer, in his time under the heel of the empire it was rare if ever that his kind smile ever reached his eyes.
ALCHEMY ✦ His family line was prolific alchemists in Rabanastre having perfected their skills over centuries. Eronan is knowledgeable in a wide range of reagents from across the star, and can identify many through sight, smell, or taste quickly and efficiently. Having recipes memorized, he still crafts old family remedies from Rabanastre that have not been written anywhere in books or scroll.TRIAGE ✦ A battle medic, he knows how to keep his calm even in the most brutal of battlefields. Trained within the castrums to help Garlean soldiers on the field, he can call upon that training in very high stress environments to safely treat friend and foe alike. He took an oath, and with that he does not discriminate who is worthy of treatment.SINGING ✦ Every member of the Sirens typically picks up singing one way or another. However, Eronan had grown up in a very melodic household as his mother and father often sang lullabies and folk songs regularly filling the home and hearth with music. Naturally, Eronan had always been encouraged to sing along and he typically lapses into bouts of singing and humming while he works. Most of his songs are old forgotten melodies of Dalmascan origin.
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An older viera that has lived long enough to feel the weight of his years heavy on his shoulders. World weary, he has not let the sorrow of age take hold in his bones. Still able to find it in him to smile and seek the new sun every morning, he continues to take up the mantle of healer and mender. Eronan tries to see the better part of every situation, and refuses to fall to the darker voices that echo in the back of his mind. Suffering is a cycle, and for him he has been a part of several in his lifespan. Where the younger races cannot always see the end of the pain, he has lived through the worst of it to see the recovery on the other side. Still, it isn't about the eventual recovery in the end, but the small happiness that helps others through the rough patches with a smile in defiance to the structures that would see them all ground to dust.He is the melancholy hope waiting for the sun to rise and see the softening grey skies of the morning. Focusing on the small joys that bring light to even the darkest places, he offers small comforts to his friends and strangers alike. That doesn't mean his words are never harsh or that he won't ever frown, but that he recognizes the struggles that everyone harbors. Acknowledging the relief and pure rebellion that comes from finding small places to smile despite it all, he celebrates hope as a bloody, struggling force that gets back up to claim 'one more time' before trudging forward. Having lived long enough to see the ebb and flow of social growth and collapse, he maintains that even if the world grows dark the sun will rise again.
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I don't have anything against character spoilers for my own characters, and hold fast to a very strict in character and out of character separation. Learn everything you want about Eronan, and perhaps it'll spark even more ways to hook characters together. Keep in mind that I am not shy about calling out meta knowledge if you decide to use it in a way that is malicious. I have no qualms with dismissing negative OOC behavior and walking away. Otherwise, enjoy the read and feel free to ask as many questions as you'd like!
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Daydream
Born to an established family in Rabanastre, Eronan grew up within the bustling city’s walls rather than in the solitary embrace of mountains or jungles. A fact that continues to prevent him from fully relating to other viera who hailed from the more secluded villages. Despite this, he and his family were always willing to help integrate other viera who came to the city after leaving their homes for one reason or another. Expecting the shell shock from the different culture and bustle of the giant trade city, Eronan was happy to be a familiar visage and used his family's wealth to ensure that his charge was always set up for success.His life was rather uneventful for the majority of his early years, finding himself surrounded by all manner of friends from hume to bangaa to a lone nu mou that often was found at his side. Happy to befriend all manner of people and live among a myriad of races, he holds true to a more outgoing personality. A regular trader that passed from Rabanastre to Valnain, he was comfortable as a caravan rider and knew many of the bangaa that worked as guards for their passage. His nu mou friend and he were often known as the pair keeping the songs going through the trip, keeping spirits up as they moved across desert and plains. Fondly remembering his friends, Eronan is usually lost for a while reminiscing the antics of his youth.Learning his skills in alchemy, passed down by his parents and their parents, he helped maintain the shop within Rabanastre. His family were known to be quiet affable people and willing to work with clients for a myriad of payments that were not always based in coin. Through this Eronan quickly learned the currency exchange and coin value various continents he'd only set eyes on from a map. Not ones to travel far beyond the borders of Rabanaste, except to the port city Valnain, his family maintained strict neutrality never being so much as curious of political affairs or wars that brewed across the star.To that creed, his family never really fret over the rise of the new Garlean Empire. Dalmasca had survived calamities, and the royal line was over a thousand years strong. The thought that something so young would topple a kingdom which had stood for longer than generations of viera never even crossed their minds. Having seen many kings rise and fall in power over their vast lifespans, they made the fatal mistake of believing that this would be the same. A dream shattered by the destruction of their beautiful home in a single powerful strike.
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Nightmare
Eronan watched as the Garlean Empire took hold of Dalmasca and split her into two regions. Clipping his trade and preventing him from returning to Valnain, he never did return to the port city. The city was gripped in sanctions, halting the practice of religions that were older than the family lines that followed it. Taxation and checkpoints choked trade for most of the citizenry and hurt all but the richest among them. He remembers the slow yet steady crawl of imperial control that squeezed the citizens and stripped their freedoms. He was there when the rebels rose and forged a front to push back. He bore witness to the strike that crumbled the city to ash... And he regrets every day after that he never found his courage to resist.He eventually found himself conscripted into the service of the Garlean Empire. Vouched for by another family whose work had given them clout with the Empire, Eronan found his place working as a medical officer. Taking to the role relatively easily, his skills in alchemy was highly sought after as magic was very strongly distrusted. Deaf to the slurs and biting words slung at him, he became exceptional at holding his tongue and swallowing his anger. Never truly becoming anyone worthy of note, he kept himself under the radar of the more aggressive legionnaires. He believed that he could just put his head in the sand and outlive whatever nightmare he'd found himself in.Even if he was unremarkable, they still found ways to punish him with cruelty. Taken into the employ of a castrum working closely with the super soldier projects, he was assigned to relieving the failed experiments of their pain and suffering. Forced to show kindness and good will to those who were dying, and suffering the blamed for not being able to reverse the aliments taking them. Knowing just how much the empire was killing its citizenry, he was forced to remain quiet as he cleaned up after them. Witnessing many deaths under his care dimmed the light in his eyes, but never quite extinguished it. Though his time there was fleeting compared to the breath of his lifespan, the atrocities he saw would stay with him for the rest of his life.He did eventually escape with the help of his now husband. An explosion and a raid by the Eorzean Alliance gave them both the cover needed to leave their nightmares far behind them. The large scale battle of Ghimlyt provided the cover to escape to Eorzea where he resides to this day.
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waking up
Currently in the employ of the free company, The Steelgrin Sirens, Eronan continues the legacy of his family’s skill in alchemy and healing. He gladly offers all his knowledge and experience to their disposal. Be it in the infirmary or on the field, his calm and patience helps to soothe those in pain. Commonly moving about the Siren's Call, he is a very familiar face to share in a drink or talk about the day's activities. Having discovered triple triad after his time coming to eorzea, he has become almost obsessed with collecting and playing. He takes regular trips to the Gold Saucer with friends and coworkers just to remind them to relax.Taking the position of head to the medical unit, he runs the infirmary like a well oiled machine. Often restocking their supplies through his own know how as an alchemist, he is frugal enough to understand proper bartering to get the best from his suppliers. Keeping a tight leash on the organization and supply stock, he is very particular about who comes and goes within his personal space. Seemingly a private individual, he is free with conversations with anyone willing to talk.Happily married, he keeps close attention to his husband. Working under a rather eccentric bosun, he keeps his wits about him despite his ageing years. Able to stand toe to toe with the bosun of the company, a feat many others are unable to match, there is an understanding with his past that earns him a special sort of privilege. The full acknowledgement that he's seen some shit.
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HUSBUN ✦ Kjorn is as much Eronan’s rock, as Ero is Kjorn’s. A man who has put everything on the line to keep Eronan safe, the two are deeply entwined from shared horror at the hands of the Garleans. They share a deep bond of love and affection that ties them together.
FRIEND ✦ Sharing an affinity for saving lives and making sure that others are bereft of suffering, the two medical professionals found common interests. Happy to share a coffee and talk of reckless co-workers, the pair take solace in the silence between jobs.
Finsaer Canaan
FRIEND ✦ A son from the family that vouched for Eronan, he is a stoic and imposing figure. After the escape, it was a stroke of luck that Eronan happened to reunite with the man and find a place to work with the Steelgrin Sirens. Both hailing from the same burrow, it was a heavy blow when Finsaer passed unexpectedly in combat. Even now, Eronan still grieves the loss of such a dear friend to fate.