Traveler - tinkerer - enjoyer of simple pleasures - VIEU GREYSTONE IS EVERYTHING THAT HE PRESENTS HIMSELF TO BE. This is a man one is glad to have encountered on the road: he dusts off his weatherbeaten leather coat, adjusts his hat, and grins crooked, and the curve of that grin creases well-worn grooves on his face.

You in need of a helpin' hand, friend?

(He don't take payment. But if you insist, he'd like a beer and a story.)

IDENTITY. Vieu Greystone. Romulus jen Casena. Linkpearl Kitten in the Wyld Hunt's ring. Pilot and engineer and vagabond and brother, once upon a time. Bartender (a really bad one).

PHYSICAL. A middle-aged man with scruffy mid-length hair and stubble; stockily built - short for a Garlean - with corded muscle hiding under a healthy layer of fat; a burn scar that runs up the length of his right arm; a gait that favors his right leg over his left. Relaxed grey-green eyes. A casual stance. A smile with one scraggletooth poking out at the edge.

THEMATIC. Life after loss. A coward's absolution. Escapism. The cruelty inherent in turning your eyes away. Who are you, when not defined by others? Reconciling privilege and suffering; even the in-group under fascism is ground down by the empire.

...And how do you live, despite it all?

"Sons of Saint Coinach? Rowena? Fetchin' Allagan relics for the highest bidders? I'm tellin' you I'm past all that, so piss off."
"Ain't nothin' you can do to convince me to get back into the business... for now, at least." VIEU IS NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR ANY NAUSEA OR DAMAGES NEED A HANDYMAN?
Exactly what it says on the tin. He'll help a buddy out for free, but this's a trade he's still picking up. Don't expect sparkling results. NEED A HANDYMAN?
Exactly what it says on the tin. He'll help a buddy out for free, but this's a trade he's still picking up. Don't expect sparkling results. WOMEN FEAR ME
FISH FEAR ME
MEN TURN THEIR EYES
AWAY FROM ME
AS I WALK
NO BEAST DARE
MAKES A SOUND
IN MY PRESENCE
I AM ALONE ON
THIS BARREN EARTH

DRAGONKILLER. (available to: skysteel manufactory workers, participants in the dragonsong war, ishgardians) became part of a dragonkiller operating unit as a part of the civilian militia erected after daniffen's wall got fucked up.

ALLAGAN BULLSHIT. (available to: allagan researchers, relic hunters, adventurers, gleaners) known for being a dumb fuck suicidal relic hunter who always seemed to come out alive. he stopped turning in tomestones/trawling adventuring boards as of a few years ago, and a number of people miss his services.

HOOK. (available to: X, Y, Z.) placeholder text (real)

UNDER THE EMPIRE. (available to: imperial soldiers & scientists. give me an idea and we can workshop this together!) A faceless grunt in the XIVth, Ala Mhigo, and the VIIth, though less so Project Meteor— he would have preferred to be faceless there too, but he was brought in as a nepotism hire.

VIEU IS A MAN WITH A COMPLICATED PAST. It has dogged his footsteps since his unwilling defection under the blazing red Moon that was Dalamud, held at gunpoint by a twin brother who never planned to survive that journey, and his inadvertent awakening in Ishgard— free to breathe for the first time in twenty-four years.

He has learned to live with himself in the time since, and one day, gods willing, he will learn to live as himself.

...LEARN MORE.

hey guys. its me. penis blaster 5000. i don't have much for the OOC page right now

open to most forms of RP. ERP is reserved for people i'm familiar with. don't be a shitterracist/sexist/transphobic/pedos, etc.
zionists & fascists
condone generative AI

include: general forms of roleplay im looking for. genre. scope. 21+ irl please.