Stats
- Species
- Viera / Rava
- Age
- 62 / 26 to other races
- Height
- 5'10"
- Build
- Slim / Athletic
- Eyes
- Gold
- Hair
- Ebony
Physical Description
Tall and striking at first glance, Mye’rin Tovanek bears the quiet gravity of one raised to guide others and the sharp edge of one who chose her own path. Her sun-warmed skin gleams against flowing cloth and jeweled cords, each piece chosen with ritual intent yet worn with unstudied ease. Midnight hair falls in long waves, ornamented with subtle braids and gold bands, framing a face where golden eyes catch the light with a steady, searching gleam.
A crescent sigil rests upon her brow - a mark more telling than any title - its silver glow drawing the eye to her calm, deliberate expressions. Her voice is velvet over steel: soothing when she wills it, cutting when she must. Every motion carries intention, whether the measured step of a healer, the poised sway of a dancer, or the decisive bearing of one who does not yield.
Though she carries herself with warmth, there is no mistaking the firelight beneath: a spirit that bends but never breaks, that invites and warns in the same breath. Mye’rin is presence - not easily overlooked, not easily forgotten.
Temperament
Mye’rin is a steady presence, her warmth as constant as her golden gaze. She has the patience to listen, the calm to comfort, and the conviction to act when others falter. Though slow to anger, she does not wither before conflict: her resilience shows in the quiet certainty with which she holds her ground.
Values
Loyalty defines her; those she calls her own find in her a fierce and unshakable ally. She believes that life is not about walking a path set by others, but in claiming the right to shape one’s own. Compassion and independence are her twin stars: guiding her to nurture, yet never submit.
Speech
Once soft-spoken, her voice now carries with clarity and weight. She favors words that soothe where possible, but will not hesitate to cut through falsehood or posturing with sharp honesty. Her tone often blends velvet and iron: gentle when she chooses, unyielding when she must.
Quirks
Mye’rin notices what others overlook: the pause between words, the shift of expression, the weight of silence. She has a habit of weaving touchstones of nature into her metaphors: likening tempers to storms, patience to flowing water. In moments of stillness, she often toys with the cords or jewelry she wears, as if grounding herself in the tangible before stepping into the intangible.
History
Born in the Golmore Jungle, Mye’rin’s life was bound to the Green Word before she could name it. From her earliest days, her path was set: to learn the sacred arts, to mend what was broken, to ease what ailed. She did as was asked of her: learned the chants, mixed the salves, laid her hands upon the sick and the wounded.
Yet duty alone could not still her restless spirit. She slipped away into the undergrowth with bow in hand, trading incense smoke for the hush of the hunt. Out there, with only the whisper of leaves and the beat of her own heart, she felt more alive than any ritual allowed.
It was not only restlessness that drove her, but defiance. The rigid way of her people weighed heavy: men cast out as hunters and reduced to breeding stock, women bound to roles that smothered as much as they sustained. Mye’rin would not be caged. Breaking the Green Word was no small transgression, yet heavier still was the thought of a life lived in silence, suffocated by tradition until naught of her true self remained. So she chose exile. She chose the road.
It was on that road she met another who had cast aside the jungle’s hold: Raine Amour, a warrior who carried her own reasons for leaving. Together they walked, until the shadows yielded a third: a Veena hunter named Veyl Ghostfeather, bowstring taut as he claimed he could strike them both blindfolded for being so loud. He did not loose, but he did stay.
It has been more than a year since then, and the three still walk together. Whether by chance, fate, or folly; Mye’rin calls it freedom.
Relationships
- Raine Amour - Rava warrior woman, first companion after leaving her old life behind.
- Veyl Ghostfeather - Veena hunter, shadow-born companion whose path aligned with hers.
Hooks
- Healer’s Touch: Those in need of care, whether body or spirit, may find Mye’rin willing to lend her steady hand and listening ear.
- Firelight in the Dark: Her presence often draws others in - whether to warmth, guidance, or conflict depends on the one who approaches.
- The Exile’s Road: Having turned her back on the Green Word, she carries the weight of tradition lost and freedom claimed. Other exiles, outcasts, or wanderers may find common ground or condemn her choice.
- The Viera Trio: Travels in the company of Raine Amour and Veyl Ghostfeather; those seeking one may well find the others.
Themes
- Freedom vs. tradition
- Nurture vs. defiance
- Resilience in exile
- Found family on the road
- Grace balanced with steel
Contact
- /tell or /say is fine.
- May be open to Discord if things click.
- Please don’t hesitate to reach out if you see me around.
Style
- I find that single-paragraph best fits the FFXIV format.
- I enjoy descriptive, character-driven RP over dice rolls.
Preferences
- Collaborative story-building > one-sided plots.
- Heavy character development, emotional beats, and moral dilemmas.
- Mature themes fine when handled in a mature manner (violence, grief, etc.).
Boundaries
- No WoL / “Chosen One” RP: Mye’rin is just a wanderer trying to find her way in a strange land.
- No godmoding or metagaming.
- No ERP.
Timezone / Activity
- Eastern US
- Usually on evenings and weekends. Life comes first, so scenes may pause or resume later.
