Interesting Notes:

- has ears, horns, a furry tail, and full-body scales

- detailed, tribal tattoo sleeves

- does not know his forest name

- "of the streets" - very little 'book smarts'

- operates a fence (black market shop) in Solution Nine for 'Oblivion' where he sells wares, gear, trinkets, Soul Cells, or other pawned goods gained by ill-gotten or questionable means

- got something to sell? weirder is better!

- know how to fight? ruin wants to learn! (but he sucks...)

- curious about his looks? see where it goes!

- heard of his infamy? good or bad rumors?

- new to the city streets? ruin knows all of em'!

❖ Backstory ❖

HIDDEN SPOILERS FOR DAWNTRAIL STORY *

click spoiler tags to reveal more at your own risk

Tl;DR: At Bottom

_{the birth}

(Coming soon.)

_{the Youth}

No mother. No father. No gil. No proper schooling. Not even a name.His obsidian horns had grown to a prominent curl by his eighth nameday, along with his ebony ears and sparse, scale configurations - As much of a surprise to him as it had been to others. A biological anomaly perhaps not long for this world.Cast onto a neon jungle with little guidance other than the wits granted to him by personal experience. Life itself had always been a challenge, an unrelenting marathon of endurance, forcing him to search every day and every night for his next meal, gotten by ill means more often than not. Neglected by the public, shunned by the authorities - It would take him years before he was given a momentary reprieve, a sanction of comradery, a second chance.

_{The Driftdowns}

Come that fateful night in the dead of Winter, as if graced by Queen Sphene herself (of which he hardly believed in), a shadowy, robotic blur approached him. Tearing himself from a fetal ball deep within the Driftdowns, immediately jumping into a defensive position despite his overwhelming exhaustion and emaciation. Yet this figure had not been there to harm, nor to maim, nor kidnap, nor shun him in any way - In fact, the robot's calm voice proved opposite; upbeat and worrisome. "Cachuia", they named themselves.Akin to a stray cat, the Vieraura had issues establishing trust, especially with new faces, however the woman had spoken for quite awhile. There was a proposition in that woman's monologue; however, the Vieraura could only acknowledge an opportunity of safety, shelter, and nourishment. Any consequences were, well... Inconsequential.

_{The Crew}

Oblivion - An Alexandrian organization dedicated to denouncing the will of the Regulators, and dismantling the status quo of Solution Nine.Some particularly technical members disabled sentinels and their wheelers for parts and research. Mercenaries may extract the souls of beasts slain in the levin hellscape known as Heritage Found. Those gifted with brawn could escort, or rather commandeer, illegal Electropes to support the resistance. Naturally, immortality breeds complacency; perhaps giving a morally-grey sense of justice and justification to the actions of these Oblivion members.However, Ruin lacked most of these qualities. He lacked the power, strength, intelligence, and wisdom of the other members, frequently finding himself being below average in the subsequent categories given his splintered upbringing and youth. This led to him occasionally sabotaging missions, albeit accidentally, granting him the infamous nickname of "Ruin".But there was one thing he did excel in: Charisma.He knew how to exploit those around him to get what he wanted, and everything he did could be seen as deliberate. Some within Oblivion even speculate that his "accidental sabotages" were anything but accidental, instead allowing him his sit comfortably in the Backrooms as a Fence (black market dealer) in Solution Nine. Yet even so, as a Fence, he knows how to get what he wants, capable of selling a rock for a Soul Cell due to his infamous swindling.

_{The Present}

After the Barrier exposed the Alexandrians to those of the Source, Ruin was one of the first to enthrall themselves in the new cultures found around Eorzea. There was an entirely new world forr him to explore; new people, new cities, new cultures. And above all else: New opportunities.It did not take long for the Vieraura to establish new business partners, legal or not, making a insignificant name for himself amongst the crime syndicates of the major cities. And yet, his life budded.

❖ tl;dr: ❖

- young vieraura-orphan lives hard life sadge
- turns to Oblivion for copium
- what the sigma

❖ Gposing ❖

Services HIDDEN

* Message me for details if you are interested in commissioning Gposes or Carrds*

Interesting Notes:

- has ears, horns, a furry tail, and full-body scales

- detailed, tribal tattoo sleeves

- does not know his forest name

- "of the streets" - very little 'book smarts'

- operates a fence (black market shop) in Solution Nine for 'Oblivion' where he sells wares, gear, trinkets, Soul Cells, or other pawned goods gained by ill-gotten or questionable means

❖ Backstory ❖

HIDDEN SPOILERS FOR DAWNTRAIL STORY *

click spoiler tags to reveal more at your own risk

Tl;DR: At Bottom

_{the birth}

(Coming soon.)

_{the Youth}

No mother. No father. No gil. No proper schooling. Not even a name.His obsidian horns had grown to a prominent curl by his eighth nameday, along with his ebony ears and sparse, scale configurations - As much of a surprise to him as it had been to others. A biological anomaly perhaps not long for this world.Cast onto a neon jungle with little guidance other than the wits granted to him by personal experience. Life itself had always been a challenge, an unrelenting marathon of endurance, forcing him to search every day and every night for his next meal, gotten by ill means more often than not. Neglected by the public, shunned by the authorities - It would take him years before he was given a momentary reprieve, a sanction of comradery, a second chance.

_{The Driftdowns}

Come that fateful night in the dead of Winter, as if graced by Queen Sphene herself (of which he hardly believed in), a shadowy, robotic blur approached him. Tearing himself from a fetal ball deep within the Driftdowns, immediately jumping into a defensive position despite his overwhelming exhaustion and emaciation. Yet this figure had not been there to harm, nor to maim, nor kidnap, nor shun him in any way - In fact, the robot's calm voice proved opposite; upbeat and worrisome. "Cachuia", they named themselves.Akin to a stray cat, the Vieraura had issues establishing trust, especially with new faces, however the woman had spoken for quite awhile. There was a proposition in that woman's monologue; however, the Vieraura could only acknowledge an opportunity of safety, shelter, and nourishment. Any consequences were, well... Inconsequential.

_{The Crew}

Oblivion - An Alexandrian organization dedicated to denouncing the will of the Regulators, and dismantling the status quo of Solution Nine.Some particularly technical members disabled sentinels and their wheelers for parts and research. Mercenaries may extract the souls of beasts slain in the levin hellscape known as Heritage Found. Those gifted with brawn could escort, or rather commandeer, illegal Electropes to support the resistance. Naturally, immortality breeds complacency; perhaps giving a morally-grey sense of justice and justification to the actions of these Oblivion members.However, Ruin lacked most of these qualities. He lacked the power, strength, intelligence, and wisdom of the other members, frequently finding himself being below average in the subsequent categories given his splintered upbringing and youth. This led to him occasionally sabotaging missions, albeit accidentally, granting him the infamous nickname of "Ruin".But there was one thing he did excel in: Charisma.He knew how to exploit those around him to get what he wanted, and everything he did could be seen as deliberate. Some within Oblivion even speculate that his "accidental sabotages" were anything but accidental, instead allowing him his sit comfortably in the Backrooms as a Fence (black market dealer) in Solution Nine. Yet even so, as a Fence, he knows how to get what he wants, capable of selling a rock for a Soul Cell due to his infamous swindling.

_{The Present}

After the Barrier exposed the Alexandrians to those of the Source, Ruin was one of the first to enthrall themselves in the new cultures found around Eorzea. There was an entirely new world forr him to explore; new people, new cities, new cultures. And above all else: New opportunities.It did not take long for the Vieraura to establish new business partners, legal or not, making a insignificant name for himself amongst the crime syndicates of the major cities. And yet, his life budded.

❖ tl;dr: ❖

- young vieraura-orphan lives hard life sadge
- turns to Oblivion for copium
- what the sigma

❖ ooc ❖

i'm frequently afk, so just send me a /tell or message on discord if i miss your attention!

Hey!You can call me 'Ruin' or 'Divaal'! I'm 27 years old and I enjoy all types of gaming, and I've easily spent half of those years RPing.Whether you are new to rp, or a seasoned veteran, i will put my 100% effort into making our interactions as enjoyable and comfortable as possible (and i expect the same in return), and i will always help those who are new. even if you do not have a backstory or lore, i do not mind!I hope you understand that playing 'Ruin' as a character, is not me attempting to be rude in any way shape or form! I'm just playing the character!Outside of rp in ffxiv, i'm mostly gposing!

I am perfectly okay with MATURE themes. Also, i ask that all my rp partners verify that they are not a minor. i will not rp with a minor!