**Frey **

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Basics and Voice Claim

Name: Frey Rehw-Gilda
Aliases: Red, Ser Godfrey Fon Hauser
Nameday: 23rd sun of 4th Astral Moon
Age:144
Occupation:Golmoran Fire-Warder, Dalmascan Knight, Mercenary.
Race: Viera (Rava)
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Status: Life-Mate of Nelva Ymir
Alignment: True Neutral
Residence: Ishgard
Height: 6 fulms 2 ilms.
Weight: 190 ponzes (86kg)
Personality: Calculating, Quiet, Melancholic.
Aetherial attunement: Fire
Likes: Sleeping, Collecting Weapons, Rain
Dislikes: Traitor, Imperials, Hot Food.

Details

Hooks

Common:Swordsman-For-Hire: You need an armed escort for your caravan? or perhaps an extra sword-arms in a conflict ? as long as you can afford the coins, his blade is yours.Viera: Having lost most of his memories from his time in Golmore Jungle when he lives amongst other Viera, he welcomes a conversation with others of his kind.Armaments and Rune Crafting: The Golmoran Rune-Inscription combined with Dalmascan-Style Smithing would create a very niche profession of rune-smithing. It is unknown the effect to a weapon inscribed with these runes (mostly attunement towards certain elements)Born to Cook: Enjoy sharing food and cooking for others.

Rare:In Search of a Past: His past memory as a Golmoran Fire-Warder comes in bits and pieces. Perhaps you might have known one of his own fellow warders?A Knight lives to serve, to protect, to sacrifice....There is no greater calling :
The inscription on the hilt of his sword reads "Godfrey Fon Hauser" a name from another past. A Dalmascan might recognize the armor he often wears, bearing the emblem of house Hauser and sporting its black and red color.

I. Under the BoughIt all begins 145 years ago, a small branch clan of the Eryut was plagued by the withering disease. The part of the jungle they called home was slowly dying, the once magnificent boughs, a sea of verdant green had turned brown and sickly.What manners of ailment this is, nobody knows. Some attributed it to the disruption of the natural order. A disease stemming from the Dalmascan civil war between the B'nargin dynasty, against the coalition of usurper forces.
Both sides used forbidden arts and other manners of weaponry, toxic dust was carried over by the wind.Seeing how their food dwindles and their folks become sickly, an exodus was inevitable. Amongst the Rava who fled this disaster, was Liah Eryut, a huntress at the peak of her life. Mourning the loss of her clan's home, she found herself lost in the part of the jungle she never stepped foot upon...all would be well, except that she had hurt herself escaping a beast horde. Driven into panic by the very same disease that overtook her home.When she emerged, it was upon a beautiful landscape. Snowy land dotted with lush pine forest. She had crossed the northern border of the Golmore into the Skatay range. Feverish, she was like an arrow at the end of her flight, as she fell upon the cold and soft threshold of the forest.Liah would awake inside a hut, rescued by a Veena male by the name of Eifar. She was nursed to health and stayed for some time with the Veena. When it was time to return home, she had brought with her not only supplies and a map to guide her home but also a life growing in her womb.The baby was named Frey, and he grows in a house filled with love. Contrary to the cold upbringing of most children. It was a secret that Liah kept, that the moment she beheld Eifar, something other than gratitude or the need to mate had grown.It was love.From little he was taught to survive, his mother's ultimate form of love is the lessons she would harshly engrave within him. He learned everything that his mother taught him, like a sponge to water.When he reached adolescence and his gender was revealed to be male, it was then that his mother knew, of the inevitable separation. With tearful eyes, one hazy morning, she clothed her son in the last garb she had made herself and kissed him farewell.Frey, would never see his mother again after that day. However, those precious years will remain with him and shape his future in ways that the mysterious hand of fate would wreak.

II. Life as a Fire-WarderJorm, a Fire-Warder would take Frey in. He was taught the importance of the green words, of the sanctity of their home, and the life-long task of the Fire-Warder.It was said the first Fire-Warder was a splinter branch of the wood-warder that was created after a skirmish with an outsider almost burned a large swathe of Golmore.
The First, he was called, wielded his ax as if it is the extension of his body and would quickly cut down the source of the fire that threaten their home. Trees or creatures alike.It was also here that he received his name amongst the twelve: Rehw-Gilda, The Earthly Flame.For the next eighty years, the minor Order would flourish, attracting many Jacks who live a life of solitude. Whenever fire, wild or manmade, would threaten their home, out of nowhere a band of Axe-wielding defenders would come and ensure the fire is tamed before further destruction can be made.The following year would see a disaster brought upon them. It was supposed to be a small wildfire, which would have taken only little effort to stop. However, it turn out there was a rogue element. When the Fire-Warders gather to clear the fire, they were ambushed by a mysterious group. Masked men wearing strange glyphs upon their masks, bend to sow chaos and disorder. As if to make matters worst, some of the Fire-Warders would turn against their brethren. Causing devastating damage that would cause crippling damage to the order.Many villages were burnt down, Frey and what is left of the Fire-Warders worked hand-in-hand to stem the flow of the wildfire.It was then that the news came: the village where he lived with his mother, was one of the casualties. Enraged, the son of the earthly flame would turn his fury towards the traitors, like an obsessed man he would hunt them down one by one, even while the fire keeps raging across the jungle. He forsook his duty and bent on revenge instead.The fire would later be put down by a rainstorm that would rage for an entire week. It would take many years until that part of the jungle would be recovered. The Fire-Warder lost many of their members and it would similarly take many years before they can slowly recover.

III. Noble EntanglementA year later, whispers around the jungle would tell a tale about a former fire-warder that forsook his duty that day. He would be spotted hunting the band of traitors and the masked men who seems to have left the jungle to an unknown destination.The avenging son would nip at the heel of these men and rogue Viera alike, he came at night to pick them one by one and utilized many ways to claim his marks. As his headcounts increase, so do his wounds, however. These people, after all, are highly skilled and for each that he kills, he would often be pushed to the brink.One day, the hunter finally becomes the hunted. As he flee from a failed ambush, Frey found himself cornered to the side of Zeirchele Falls. Snarling his defiance for the last time, he jumped through the eye of Zeirchele, to what seemed to be an untimely demise. The waterfall swallowed him, and he vanished in the rush of whitewater.When Frey woke up the next time, it was in an unknown place. The bed he lay upon had the scent of jasmine. It was soft and fluffy. He realized his body was hurting like never before. Whereas he was driven by sole willpower, it had taken its toll on his body.He tried his best to remember what happened, but his past remain a blank slate. He only knows his name is Frey, that is all he remembers.It was on the same day also, that he found out he was saved by Miriam Clemente fon Hauser, the sixth daughter of Bagram Lumina fon Hauser, a Dalmascan noble. She found him when she was visiting the Draan river from which its water is sourced through the water of Zeirchele's thousand tributaries.She nursed him back to health and taught him about Dalmasca. Despite the protest from her governess and staff, she kept Frey with her. Indeed, the maiden had been smitten by the man she had saved. Her kindness, her gentle words, and her treatment of him slowly turned the gratitude he had towards her into love.Both knew that this is not something they can publicly declare, so they had to find a way for Frey to be able to stay in her household before long.The chance comes in form of the annual tourney held by the Fon Hauser, the winner shall be granted a knighthood by the lord himself. Many brave men and warriors flock to this competition, amongst them, is the crimson-haired Viera that Miriam had saved.Against all odds, Frey won the finals and amidst some disgruntled competitor's protest, he was named champion of the Fon Hauser. He earned a place amongst the Knight of Fon Hauser and was anointed as "Ser Godfrey fon Hauser".IV. The Fallen Kingdom and the ResistanceSer Godfrey is quiet and pious, he, however, has never hesitated to help his fellow men. He worked hard for house Hauser and gained a reputation for himself. The secret love between him and Miriam would continue, he was named as her guard when he is not on knighthood duty.One night, beneath the moon and star, they whispered solemn vows with each other and tied their promise into a marriage with earth and sky as their witness. The sweetness of love has to remain a secret."There is no party that has no end", so goes a Dalmascan saying. Miriam was to wed a noble from another house. She tried with all her might to resist, to no avail. It was then that both had planned to elope, Frey would escort the bride to where the wedding will take place in the church of Kiltia, and midway they would escape.On the day of the ceremony, the plan goes smoothly, that is until a large shadow appears on the horizon. The IVth imperial legion under Noah van Gabranth had struck without warning after King Raminas refuse to pledge fealty.Before the end of the day, the lovers would be separated forever by death. The carriage that carried Miriam had been struck by a stray Magitek energy bolt. There was nobody even left to be buried.Frey had no time to mourn, the shock of losing his love had almost driven him to despair, yet he rallied his men and joined the defense of Dalmasca under the Fon Hauser banner.For the next thirty years, through fire and blood, and countless slain bodies, he fought and fought and fought. From Rabanastre, to Valnain, to Lea Monde, culminating in the Bozja rebellion, there was no day where he enjoyed a respite. His hatred towards the imperials was bone-deep.His was a visage of crimson, bathed in the blood of his enemies. War and loss had turned the gentle knight into a butcher. He was often referred to as "Red", his callsign in the rebellion.Finally one day, he woke up to the end of the war. What happens to a man bereft of an aim? of a purpose? what is left for him in this world? he knows not.House fon Hauser or what is left of it, would see Ser Godfrey one last time that day. Miriam's loyal steward would give him a book, an old and almost legible journal. His own.The piece that survived the cold water of Zeirchele tells the story of Frey the Fire-Warder, in bits and pieces. There was not even a complete explanation of his past. Miriam had kept it from him, to what end he does not know."I knew I will never return to my home under the bough and the solitude of a warder. The keening call of the jungle shall never grace my ears anymore nor the memory of my mother's warm touch"was the last legible line in the journal.

OOC

Hello there! Thank you for checking out Frey's profile.Frey follows a lot of lore from Ludda's Viera Fanon please do check the page, highly recommended for Viera players!I am a 37 y/o male roleplayer who enjoys RP as a hobby besides my daily life activity.My timezone is PST (GMT-7) but i am a night owl who stayed up till the witching hour sometimes!I have a long history of fondness for RP, starting when I was in junior high in 98.I do all kinds of roleplay. I am fine with one-off, slice of life, long-term, dark, mature. For romance and ERP, I prefer it to be a slow burn and through a natural process.I respect your private life and won't mix OOC with IC. I ask you to do the same.RL comes as a priority so I totally understand if RP cannot be done due to RL priorities. I won't hold it against you.Last but not least, I am a cat-dad of 2 furry kids. If we become friends, you might get to see some of my kitteh photos.