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thavnairian) wrote2022-10-10 02:27 pm
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| name Amal Vasiya | pronouns he/him | birthplace Thavnair |
| canon Final Fantasy XIV (OC) | age 26 (6/1) | job/class DNC/PLD/RPR |
| canon point 6.0 (Endwalker) | race Hyur (midlander) / Elezen | title « Riftdancer » |
| patron Oschon, the Wanderer | sexuality Bisexual | alignment Chaotic Good |
| likes Spicy food, warm climates, sleight of hand tricks, listening to people read, sculpting/clay | dislikes People who lie (irony at its finest...), discrimination, classism, authority, formalities of any sort, coffee | special skills Stealth (when he wants to), pickpocketing and misdirection, running away very fast, knife tricks, cooking (don't tell anyone), shaking dat ass |
About
Born in Radz-at-Han to a merchant's daughter and a very enthusiastic Hyuran adventurer, Amal was nevertheless consigned to a life of difficulties. He was abandoned soon after birth-- his father having run off, and his mother embarrassed by a child out of wedlock-- and taken in by the local orphanage. As these things go, times were incredibly difficult for the orphanage and he never quite felt like he belonged. He fell in with a crowd who didn't care about his heritage, and they taught him how to steal enough to survive, and then how to fight. His childhood thus troubled, he was caught and punished several times up through adulthood for petty theft and scamming people out of money. With every scar he earned from their ire, he got a new tattoo. The targets of his thievery were always the same: wealthy people, and those who seemingly deserved to be taken down a peg. And when he could, he gave to the other hungry kids in the slummy parts of the city he grew up in. When the Calamity hit he was seventeen and in chains, which would end up being a sort of reoccurring theme, unfortunately.
The turning point for Amal was a rough stay in a jail cell followed by a grueling couple of years on Radz-at-Han's infamous "pleasure barges". His disobedient nature refused to dim no matter how much he was punished, and he was traded between several high-profile barge owners until he was able to escape. (CONTENT WARNINGS: implied abuse, violence, sexual assault, and slavery) The whipping scars on his back, though covered by a tree tattoo later, were difficult to miss... which was why he generally kept them covered afterward. After that experience, he decided that stealing wasn't worth nearly dying for it, and began to pursue dancing (and looking attractive) more seriously, building on the courtesan's "education" he had received while in servitude.
Radz-at-Han wasn't a terribly small port city but it was still an island, and Amal's reputation was unshakably that of a thief and ne'er-do-well by the time he hit adulthood. This penchant for trouble would earn him several misadventures in taverns during his youth and even as an adult. His passion for music and adventure and freedom only served to make him seem more like a burden than a virtuous thief, even when he had had enough and tried to earn a living the right way. He needed a new start... and Eorzea after the Calamity was a good place to do that. Despite the treatment he received from his fellows in Thavnair, a kindhearted Arkasodara helped get him onto a boat to Limsa Lominsa, a hint that perhaps things weren't as dire as he thought.
Amal wasn't looking for attachments, exactly. Living life constantly on the move made it difficult for him to make friends, let alone keep them. And it was safer that way, too, if he just helped people anonymously and vanished back into the night, as some kind of atonement for all the hurting he'd done to others over the years. That was how he made his start in Eorzea, attributing the headaches and visions and weird voices to aether sickness-- until he was told the truth and handed a destiny he didn't ask for.
A REALM REBORN
The mission of the Warrior of Light only convinced Amal that isolating himself was the right thing to do. And he was doing a good job of it too, just going from town to town, helping people, not staying long enough to develop feelings for anything in particular. He lived life as free as the wind-- until he was called back to the Waking Sands and found his colleagues kidnapped, missing, or slaughtered. Numb with shock, the care of the corpses was placed in his hands (quite literally), and Amal came to realize that this... was not a game. Not at all. There were lives at stake. The uneasy mantle of 'hero' didn't suit him, but there was no one else to shuffle this responsibility onto.
So it... fell to him, the reluctant ex-thief who danced with knives as much as chakrams. He played his part well enough, taking down Gaius van Baelsar and ushering in (what they thought) was a new, brighter turn for the Scions. But it became clear that things were not as simple as that, and suddenly, Amal found himself a refugee once again, outrunning a bloody name and wondering if he'd lost his only family.
HEAVENSWARD
Amal's reserved nature began to crack and reveal the deep-seated bitterness beneath. Though he was "exotic" to most Eorzeans, this was only magnified in Ishgard, where he was painfully outlandish and of mixed heritage. (He found some similarities with Hilda, surprising absolutely no one.) His traveling companions, varied as they were, became his dear friends-- but none more than Haurchefant, who had taken him in before. Haurchefant and Amal had quite a lot in common, but Haurchefant had purpose. Drive. A family. He was kind and protective, and Amal fell for him so very hard.
It made losing Haurchefant all the more painful. As Amal was drawn deeper into the war, he no longer attempted to mask any disdain he had for the upper class. This earned him more than a little trouble with the knights under Thordan's command, something only exacerbated as the man's ambitions came to light. By the end of the Dragonsong War, Amal had lost that little spark of optimism, or at least buried it beneath his grief. He existed only to do what needed to be done, and his victories-- though important-- felt incredibly hollow. More and more he was convinced he was the wrong man for the job, that if he had been stronger or perhaps someone else entirely, Haurchefant wouldn't have died. And this guilt would follow him into the next adventure, and the one after that, while he pushed through it for the sake of the Scions.
STORMBLOOD
Amal played the role of hero but his spirit wasn't in it. The conflict against Garlemald hit a fever pitch and he was everyone's ace up their sleeve, fighting for independence for two countries he had no ties to as a diplomatic favor. Of course he felt for the subjugated, and of course he didn't support Garlemald in the slightest, but to him it became less about the Resistance and more about taking out his anger and frustration on imperial forces as he cursed his powerlessness. More blood was spilled, and in the end he was even denied the chance to put Zenos' reign to an end, as the prince took his own life. Naturally that wasn't meant to last, though, and he would end up facing down Zenos again and nearly losing to the Ascian possessing his body, as his friends fell unconscious and were spirited to another realm.
SHADOWBRINGERS
That other realm held a familiar voice, the tone of a friend. He heeded the siren's call as he had no other choice at that point and discovered more about the workings of the reflections, the truths hidden from him by Hydaelyn, and how much he hated self-sacrifice. G'raha Tia had taken everything Amal had started and turned it into something beautiful and hopeful and everlasting, had saved these people, had given his bitter journey meaning, and only then did Amal finally begin to realize he wasn't alone. No one else was going to do this hero stuff for him. He wasn't destined to be here, though-- he was doing this by his own volition, now. And so, he made a promise he intended to keep: a promise to take his old friend G'raha on a new adventure when they returned home.
Naturally, they only got a brief reprieve before Zenos and his pet cackling robed wizard started bringing about the apocalypse, so this adventure would have to be postponed.
ENDWALKER
To come.
Appearance
build Lean & muscular
hair Red and orange
eyes Amber
He speaks with a recognizable Near Eastern accent (similar to modern-day India, but not traceable to any region) that has been softened by his time near other races. He tends to smell faintly of jasmine and wears far too much gold.
features Amal has quite a lot of range when it comes to fashion, or maybe it's more accurate to say that he doesn't give a fuck about gender norms as long as he feels beautiful. The intricate and flirtatious dancer's outfit is just one expression of this, but he's also been known to wear stereotypical "hot girl" clothing, crop tops, fancy lingerie, and casual wear for any gender.
His main job in Kaisou is dancing at Club Mana, a classy top-shelf-liquor-only nightclub. When he's not saving the world or dealing with some portal or another, he can be found here.
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