Rythas Brenelle

Disheveled, worn down, and scarred, Rythas has the look of a vagrant or a refugee about him. A quiet life in the woods would have better suited his once-pretty features and gentle nature.

But the world isn't so kind, nor is he so lucky. Instead he wanders the star in search of those in need, great or small, desperate to make something of what time he has left.

۞Magus
۞Freelancer
۞Blue Butcher

Profile

"What saves a man is to take a step. Then another step. It is always the same step, but you have to take it."

~~۞ name: Belmion Montenaux~~
۞ alias: Rythas Brenelle
۞ age: 29
۞ gender: Male, he/him
۞ species: Duskwight Elezen
۞ origin: The Twelveswood
۞ residence: Ul'dah outskirts
۞ profession: Freelance problem-solver

personality
likes: Reading, dreary weather, baking, music, tea, magecraft. dislikes: Crowds, hot climates, authority, attention, coffee, physical contact. traits: Intelligent, observant, meticulous, empathetic, loyal, patient. flaws: Awkward, dour, obstinate, overprotective, secretive, withdrawn. alignment: Chaotic Good, formerly Neutral Evil mbti: INFJ-T

appearance
hair: White as fresh snow
eyes: Pale lilac
height: 6 fulms, 8 ilms
build: Lean, lithe
scars: Everywhere
tattoos: Left eye, left hand

template by harmlesslynapping

Inventory

Cane Focus
A much-used darksteel, silver, and gold cane suited for channeling aether. Doubles as a walking aid.

Silver Mask
A staple of Rythas' work ensemble. He claims it helps him focus. Scratched and dented.

Frayed Bandages
His hands are always wrapped in linen. It conceals his palms, but not his slender, blackened fingers.

Soul of the Blue Mage
Rythas' most prized possession. Evidence of his many efforts and the magic won from them.

Threadbare Attire
Long, tattered coats that usually smell of smoke. Held together by hopes, dreams, and literal magic.

Charm Bracelet
A simple braid of leather. Silver and turquoise bat and mushroom charms hang from it. Enchanted.

Stiletto Focus
A darksteel stiletto suited for channeling aether. A gleaming amethyst adorns the pommel.

Leather Grimoire
A battered spellbook/journal. Holds magic formulae and notes on people, places, and creatures.

Sunglasses
The glasses alleviate his apparent sensitivity to light. Unfortunately, they don't fix his failing eyesight.

Hooks

Magus For Hire
Whether one needs their aches and pains soothed or a monster dispatched, a magical item procured/produced or a missing loved one found, Rythas is eager to lend a hand. His fees are reasonable, and where combat is involved, property damage is usually kept to a minimum. He can often be encountered by happenstance during or between jobs all across the star. However, for those looking to contact him directly, his name, address, and a pithy sales pitch appear both everywhere graffiti is found throughout the city-states and in various newspapers. He has yet to listen to the authorities who insist the former is a crime and the newspaper ads are sufficient.

Magus For Hire

Whether one needs their aches and pains soothed or a monster dispatched, a magical item procured/produced or a missing loved one found, Rythas is eager to lend a hand. His fees are reasonable, and where combat is involved, property damage is usually kept to a minimum.

He can often be encountered by happenstance during or between jobs all across the star. However, for those looking to contact him directly, his name, address, and a pithy sales pitch appear both everywhere graffiti is found throughout the city-states and in various newspapers. He has yet to listen to the authorities who insist the former is a crime and the newspaper ads are sufficient.

Child of Gelmorra
The ruins and tunnels of Gelmorra hold a particular allure for Rythas. His people mourn its loss, his family fought in its name, and had history taken a different course, it would have been his home. As such, he's made a habit of exploring Gelmorra, venturing deeper and deeper in search of lost knowledge and ancient secrets. Those who need an adventurer familiar with the subterranean city could do far worse than Rythas.

Child of Gelmorra

The ruins and tunnels of Gelmorra hold a particular allure for Rythas. His people mourn its loss, his family fought in its name, and had history taken a different course, it would have been his home.

As such, he's made a habit of exploring Gelmorra, venturing deeper and deeper in search of lost knowledge and ancient secrets. Those who need an adventurer familiar with the subterranean city could do far worse than Rythas.

Firebug
Rythas displays a proclivity for fire-aspected magic. He weaves fire spells with practiced ease, such that they pack a punch despite their unexpected speed. But for those sensitive to the aetherial or those rare and privileged few with aethersight, the source of this talent is apparent. Rythas' unaspected blue-white aether is marred by veins of pulsating red. This foreign aether appears to inhibit much of his spellwork, but it provides a helpful nudge whenever fire is needed.

Firebug

Rythas displays a proclivity for fire-aspected magic. He weaves fire spells with practiced ease, such that they pack a punch despite their unexpected speed.

But for those sensitive to the aetherial or those rare and privileged few with aethersight, the source of this talent is apparent. Rythas' unaspected blue-white aether is marred by veins of pulsating red. This foreign aether appears to inhibit much of his spellwork, but it provides a helpful nudge whenever fire is needed.

The Road to Hell...
Though meticulous, Rythas isn't perfect. A gossipy shopkeep notes the Duskwight's fondness for candles and chalk, and wouldn't you know it, the butcher sold him beast blood the other moon. A keen-eyed woodsman comments that the Duskwight's latest hunt must have involved a second quarry, one that leaves heavy paw prints and singed grass underfoot but no corpse to examine. A Brass Blade laments their nightly patrol near that overgrown and dilapidated eyesore of a mansion in the Ul'dah outskirts, where malice suffuses the air and ghost stories ring true. And sometimes, a person just knows, instinct putting into feeling what the conscious mind can't put into words. He's hiding something.

The Road to Hell...

Though meticulous, Rythas isn't perfect. A gossipy shopkeep notes the Duskwight's fondness for candles and chalk, and wouldn't you know it, the butcher sold him beast blood the other moon. A keen-eyed woodsman comments that the Duskwight's latest hunt must have involved a second quarry, one that leaves heavy paw prints and singed grass underfoot but no corpse to examine. A Brass Blade laments their nightly patrol near that overgrown and dilapidated eyesore of a mansion in the Ul'dah outskirts, where malice suffuses the air and ghost stories ring true.

And sometimes, a person just knows, instinct putting into feeling what the conscious mind can't put into words. He's hiding something.

Celestium Sorcerer
Rythas makes the occasional appearance in Ul'dah's Celestium. He alternates between wielding his cane as a focus and a weapon, employing traditional Elezen swordplay in tandem with the mimicked magicks of a blue mage. In many ways, his fighting style calls to mind the gallant red mages of Gyr Abania. He's far from the best the Celestium has to offer, but there's something to be said for the spectacle of these close quarters bouts, and Rythas is always willing to speak with spectators or those possessed of either knowledge or interest in magecraft. Requests to spar are usually accepted as well. What better way for a blue mage to learn than firsthand experience?

Celestium Sorcerer

Rythas makes the occasional appearance in Ul'dah's Celestium. He alternates between wielding his cane as a focus and a weapon, employing traditional Elezen swordplay in tandem with the mimicked magicks of a blue mage. In many ways, his fighting style calls to mind the gallant red mages of Gyr Abania.

He's far from the best the Celestium has to offer, but there's something to be said for the spectacle of these close quarters bouts, and Rythas is always willing to speak with spectators or those possessed of either knowledge or interest in magecraft.

Requests to spar are usually accepted as well. What better way for a blue mage to learn than firsthand experience?

A Dusken Dirge
Rythas has put his ability as a mediocre musician and songwriter to use by criticizing Gridania's prejudices and urging his kin to come together against the wrongs heaped upon them. This was most evident at the Duskwight Solidarity Show, a gathering of Duskwight Elezen and other undesireables within the Twelveswood, though he has also spread this message at a handful of venues across Eorzea. Maybe he's managed to win a little respect under the spotlight from someone with similar views. Or perhaps he's earned the ire of an ally to Gridania.

A Dusken Dirge

Rythas has put his ability as a mediocre musician and songwriter to use by criticizing Gridania's prejudices and urging his kin to come together against the wrongs heaped upon them. This was most evident at the Duskwight Solidarity Show, a gathering of Duskwight Elezen and other undesireables within the Twelveswood, though he has also spread this message at a handful of venues across Eorzea.

Maybe he's managed to win a little respect under the spotlight from someone with similar views. Or perhaps he's earned the ire of an ally to Gridania.

Blue Butcher
A small gang of disgruntled Duskwights and other outcasts once roamed the Twelveswood. Though far from the first, and certainly not the last, the eagerness and ferocity with which this gang robbed travelers, attacked caravans, and slew lawkeepers and innocents alike earned them a measure of infamy. Command belonged to the most ruthless of their group, a woman with skin the color of a sapphire and eyes like moonlight glaring through the slits of her marbled porcelain mask. It was from her that they took their name: The Blue Butchers. Most of their ilk were brought to justice by lance and arrow and rope a decade ago, but several eluded capture amid the chaotic beginnings of a forest fire. Among the survivors was a masked boy with hair like snow, eyes like lilacs, and numerous scars. He was said to be the Blue Butcher's beloved protege. Years later, the trail has long gone cold, and the search for what members of the gang survived has been set aside in favor of more recent and relevant concerns. Even so, the bounties remain posted, active yet unclaimed, and some relatives of the victims still pray to the Twelve for closure, that they might finally be allowed to begin healing.

Blue Butcher

A small gang of disgruntled Duskwights and other outcasts once roamed the Twelveswood. Though far from the first, and certainly not the last, the eagerness and ferocity with which this gang robbed travelers, attacked caravans, and slew lawkeepers and innocents alike earned them a measure of infamy. Command belonged to the most ruthless of their group, a woman with skin the color of a sapphire and eyes like moonlight glaring through the slits of her marbled porcelain mask. It was from her that they took their name: The Blue Butchers.

Most of their ilk were brought to justice by lance and arrow and rope a decade ago, but several eluded capture amid the chaotic beginnings of a forest fire. Among the survivors was a masked boy with hair like snow, eyes like lilacs, and numerous scars. He was said to be the Blue Butcher's beloved protege.

Years later, the trail has long gone cold, and the search for what members of the gang survived has been set aside in favor of more recent and relevant concerns. Even so, the bounties remain posted, active yet unclaimed, and some relatives of the victims still pray to the Twelve for closure, that they might finally be allowed to begin healing.

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