Whatever It Takes
From a man of war to a beacon for creation, the elezen known as Tathuriel has come a long way from an all too storied and unsavory history to bask in the light of a new land, praying with each day that the ghosts of his past won't delay the infinite potential held in the light of tomorrow.
Behind The Mask
Well, hello there!If you're here and still reading, then for some reason you're curious about me beyond the character!I'm 23 years old and always open to meeting new people. There's a good chance that if we hit it off good through character interactions and messages, I'll end up doing my best to be good friends with you.Don't get my character's actions twisted with how I am as an actual human being and we'll probably get along well enough! Tathuriel can be an extremely dark character at times, and anything he does is not an endorsement of the real life actions and their consequences. Obviously.That's...that's it. Seriously. What, it's a webpage for a fictional character. Why are you even interested in who I am as a person, loser? GO AWAY!
To The Edge & Back
The transition from being a warrior pledged to nothing but the endless expanse of power to one hoping to inspire unity and power through the acquisition of knowledge wasn't easy.
Tathuriel spent most of his life life trying to reach a summit that was never going to be in reach, in the name of people who had no interest who was fighting for them, only where they could get their goals by the end of the night...and the next night, and all the nights to come. As such, someone knowing nothing but the arid beauty of old Dalmasca had to do all he could to contain himself upon reaching Eorzea's wondrous azure shores.
The ghosts of the past and their climax at the battle of Cartenau had left him in a state of desire and wanderlust, and, eager to repay the pain he had inflicted upon the lands over decades of extermination, rewrote himself anew to see what his great gifts in the arcane and the mundane could do in service of a promising new land to call home.
With Your Little Eye
As Tathuriel is almost always seen wearing a mask around anyone he isn't particularly close or feeling safe around, details regarding his facial features are widely unknown, but often spoken and wondered on. As such, he tends to be a physical enigma to most who meet him.
Height: "7'0"
Weight: 155.12 kg/342 ponzes
Sex: Male
Skin Tone: Periwinkle
Body Type: Extreme Mesomorph
Smells of: Sea Salt Dark Chocolate & Fresh Ink
Hair: Snow White
Eyes: ???
Tathuriel's VC: Gincarlo Esposito - Example as Stan Edgar from "The Boys"
For those looking at some easy path of approaching Tathuriel, there are a variety of different quirks, rumors, and other characteristics of this idiosyncratic individual for you to indulge yourself upon.
Start With a Bang
That Which is Inherited. Tathuriel's aether seems bizarrely displaced and disproportionate to his supposed age ; too dense, too ancient. Those present at the Battle of Cartenaeu may even recognize the faintest signature of a particular beast that had caused ruin all those years ago - but he does not seem anywhere near tempered.
An Off Taste. Those familiar with the presence of the void and its horrid machinations can tell that Tathuriel has the faintest echo of dark taint upon his person. Perhaps not a voidsent, but injured or marked in a way only capable by one.
Heh, I Don't Mean to Brag. From head to toe, this elezen is always bedecked in anything from flowing robes of exotic fabrics crafted with heavenly skill, mystifying jewelry and metal garments, and supple leather. It's clear that he either relishes in wearing his wealth, is a tested artisan, or both. He might just like a compliment - or a critique!
Have you been Juicing? Tathuriel's body type seems almost beyond the capacity that most elezen would be willing to put in the work for - horrendously muscular to an almost unnatural extent, yet wholly immaculate.
Wait... I know you. Veterans of the Battle of Cartenaeu may recognize the enigmatic cleanly cut sapphire socketed into the upper faceplate of Tathuriel's signature mask, should he be wearing it at the time. It was also within another similar mask worn by an unknown armored mage, seen moments before the sky was torn asunder. Message me directly if you'd want more information on this hook!
Something Over the Horizon With the redistribution of his assets, it is rumored that the Lord Kralamagne's old emerging company is being dissolved and reincarnated into some manner of protectorate—though against what enemies, no one could no for certain. All that his constituents and merchant partners could say is that he has been plagued by increasingly ominous portents in his dreams, but refuses to speak on them...
DreamBuildInvestRepeat
Known across the three great continents by the Moniker of "White Dragon of Riches", Tathuriel has made a grand name for himself selling all manner of machines, monstrosities, and confectionaries, some might say in the name of funneling his absurd wealth into some suspicious endeavor. Regardless, those constantly in the market for things ranging anywhere from cutting edge (though sometimes experiment) magitek, exotic candies, and special grade mage equipment, among some other potentially dangerous augmentations may have heard of a black and white clad elezen who plays the market like a puppetmaster.
Below are but a few of the signature creations Tathuriel is renowned for, with most (but not all) being things he is more than happy to speak of openly.
"Odin". For many years of his life has Tathuriel been trying to work around the restraints of clunky staffs, unwieldy wands and other instruments of aetheric manipulation that the duskwight found far too obstructive. In recent moons, however, it is said that he's been looking for more investors and customers alike to try out one of his newest innovations: devices, in the form of weapons, armor-plated attire, clothing, and even jewelry, able to function both as their standard items -and- magical foci. Though even something as simple as a thaumaturge's spell gauntlet is thought to cost a fortune, what few people have been given them don't seem to bring forth any complaints; a promising opportunity for those wanting to increase their versatility in the arts of spellcraft.
Jawdroppers. Exotic chocolates, invigorating lollipops, taffies that cleanse poisons, and all manner of candies and sweet juices are sold by the ponze to those who are looking for a more unorthodoxed salvation for their sweet tooth. Not only are they said to be crafted with some of the most exotic ingredients money and manpower can acquire, but many are said to hold functional properties such as increasing one's healing factor temporarily, granting improved vision in low lighting, and more...salacious capabilities. All it takes is asking, and he might be able to make it - or have it already.
The Amalgam Program. Throughout the underbelly of dark magic and unethical genetics, whispers of twisted and unthinkable animal aberrations of terrible aspect have spread like wildfire. People believe that whilst the sightings and presence of these strange creatures has been limited mainly to places such as Mor Dhona and Gridania, the patterns of their movements (should they even exist to begin with) would indicate some level of coordination...perhaps in relation to their very creator, who remains unknown. For now.
Overhauling. Perhaps you want to flash your prestige by having your very fingernails and teeth made of solid gold? Or maybe you want a hidden edge in the fighting ring, bones made of steel that would seem like you were born with such a bizarre mutation? An extra set of limbs, perhaps - or to permanently gain the traits of certain exotic animals, for strength, aesthetic, or both? Within the bowels of the medical underground, some mysterious masked figure has been rumored to be working with powerful magic that has developed rituals and process to rewrite or unmake living tissue, mixing the organic with the inorganic. For those in the know, all they need to do is seek; a certain linkpearl frequency is thought to lead one's voice directly to the mastermind themselves.
