☾*⋆ LFRP: Vilde Eres
⟡ RACE: Keeper of the Moon, Miqo'te. ⟡ AGE: Mid 20s. ⟡ PRONOUNS: He/They ⟡ HEIGHT: 5 fulms. (5’) ⟡ OCCUPATION: Healer & potioneer ⟡ RESIDENCE: The murky outskirts of the Lavender Beds
Vilde might better suit the title of ‘starveling’. Cultivating a lithe frame with narrow shoulders and an hourglass silhouette, the creature stands below the average height of those of his ilk. Merely a wisp of darkness spilled across a mottled forest floor, the witch has grown accustomed to slipping by unseen. His frame is thin and lithe, befitting that of a ghost found amidst a tapestry of earth-encrusted roots, a whisper of movement between dense trees.
A shadow of lilac hair rippled with errant waves tumbles down the svelte curve of his back to end at his waist. It has been adorned with a number of glittering jewels, braided satin ribbons and feathered adornments like gilded fineries. Shorter locks frame fae-like features, until it would be rare to see Vilde with his hair tied back; it acts as a curtain, protective veil - something more to hide behind when the shadows aren’t enough. Curved ears have been spotted with darker markings that scatter the thick fur of his tail where it emerges from the base of his spine. Vilde’s tail is thick and heavy, spotted across the top with markings not dissimilar to that of a serval cat. Jewels thread his fur like a prized pelt, as though to match the earrings pierced through the cartilage of his ears. The telling signs of a peculiar affliction make themselves plain upon his features. His complexion is ghostly. His eyes shine like a radiant flame, flitting somewhere between blood red and deep carmine in some elusive liminal hue that is somehow both and neither at the very same time. They all but drown the deep shadows that sit beneath, as though waking hours are better spent prowling the forest floor. Full cheeks round out his features, completed by painted too-full lips. Rare smiles offer brief glimpses of elongated incisors that come framed by dimples that press into his cheeks. His nose is narrow and upturned toward the tip, disfigured across its bridge by a set of scars that rake across his flesh. To keepers that listen to the whispers of the wood, it might be plain that this mark bears all the distinguishing signs of a banishment. Though he is often draped in gauzy robes, the witch wears his peculiarities like points of pride. Be it the serpentine tattoo that drips from the slope of his temple, or the strange black stain that crawls up the lengths of his forearms with its greedy tendrils. Vilde makes no attempt to conceal his oddities from view. The gentle aroma of vetiver and vanilla clings to him like a perfume, suffused into the very threadbare fibres of his attire; a scent that embodies tea parties and parlour games- like a scent pocketed from an oak vanity.
⟡ The Apothecary: Vilde runs a small apothecary out of an isolated cottage located in the fringes of the Lavender Beds. It is within a house cluttered with potted plants, overgrown vines, gnarled tapestries of swelling tree roots, and stagnant spirits. Vilde grows, gathers, and cultivates all of his own ingredients, refusing to brew anything but the best to those that will pay for his wares. The witch is capable of concocting lustrous fortune potions, ghastly poisons, luck charms, sleeping droughts, and much, much more. Many of his potions are of his own creation, and he is ever eager to test them on willing (or unwilling) subjects.
⟡ Aetherical Spellwork: Ready and willing to perform curses, hexes or charms for customers willing to pay the right price, his manipulations are as eclectic and eccentric as he is. His intrinsic understanding of the human body makes him an adept healer at mending a range of maladies, from cuts and bruises to more unorthodox complications. He’s a skilled healer, and he’s grown even better at keeping secrets. ⟡ Propriety: Due to his relatively isolated lifestyle, he is largely unaware of many social cues (including menial things such as clothing, table manners & more). It would be immensely helpful for him to learn these things, given the increasing amount of time he finds himself visiting nearby cities and towns. ⟡ Trade: Merchants or couriers are likely to meet him - either for a delivery of items or a transaction for something new. He’s a worthwhile client who spends a little too much gil every time. ⟡ Unlucky Wanderers: He’s curious. He’s still learning. There are precious few things he wouldn’t do to satiate his own curiosity, even if that means snatching a wanderer off a forest trail. He knows better, but that isn’t enough to stop him. ⟡ Narcotics: Those with their fingers dipped in the underworld might have heard whisperings of his name. He has cultivated a reputation as a trustworthy and discreet source of potions, poisons, curses and healing. ⟡ Shroudkin: Other Keepers of the Moon might be familiar with his clan name - I’m more than open to discuss this ooc to figure something out if you would like to explore this further! I’m eager for him to meet other Keepers!
Due to my timezone, it is sometimes difficult to find a time to roleplay in game, I am always open to roleplaying over discord, however. I tend to lean toward multi-paragraph storytelling and darker plotlines, but I’m happy to do lighter scenes, too!
I’m 28 years old and currently working on a freelance basis. I’m often working from home, so I can be fairly flexible with my scenes! Ooc, I’m a shy and awkward cryptid who just really loves to write. You can add me on discord ( Sunny#4558 ) or shoot me a message here if you’d like to chat about plots - or anything!
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