Svenall Foixewesfv

unapologetically chaotic brat
'aspiring' void mage
kind of a bad guy

• the sweetness of his smile hides the sharpness of his teeth >

Character Details

Full Name: Svenall Foixewesfv
Age: 30
Race: Veena / Viera
Gender: Male, played with strangers as cis default, but intersex with people I've discussed it with ooc. Don't be a creep about it is all I ask.
Sexuality: Homosexual
Current residence: Ul'dah
Relationship status: It's...complicated. He's not beholden to a single person.
Accent: Speaks with the same slight lilt that most Viera have, but is quite soft-spoken.
Languages: Spoken and written Mhachi. Spoken and written Eorzean.
Spoken, but very little written Hingan with some familiarity of Doman
pronounciation. Written Nymian. A few other long-dead languages with written proficiency.
Currently learning sign language, and.... something a little more unique.Height: 5'10"
Weight: 132
Eye colour: Teal
Skin colour: Rather pale.
Distinguishing features: He has a series of leyline-like tattoos that he keeps generally
covered/bandaged running down the length of his right arm, curling up towards his neck.
He has the smallest signs of beginning void corruption-pupils that narrow
when in pain or distress or anger, his cuspids are ever so slightly sharper than they should be.
These features are easy to miss for any who are not deeply familiar with said corruption.
Build of body: Slender. Almost too slender. He lacks the musculature of most
of his hunter brothers, and years of carefully restrained void corruption along with a terrifying
instance of long-term poisoning when he was younger has left him almost sickly.
Far too many nights poured over a book, skipping meals, certainly doesn't help.
Hair: Medium-trimmed curls tipped turquoise.
Complexion: Terribly freckled across his cheeks, nose, shoulders, back, etc. Usual dark circles
under his eyes. He has a few scars along his shoulder from a poor summoning attempt.
Posture: Usually slouched, curled over a book, or defensive.
Scent: Smells often of the cinnamon incense he lights while he works.
Get too close after one of his kills, and you might catch the scent of blood.Likes: Easily attained blood sacrifices. Cooler weather.
People who are not afraid to be forward. Music. Non...judgmental individuals.
Long afternoon with good books. Clever riddles to solve, verbose or otherwise.
Easily obtained sources of body heat. Coffee and wine.
Dislikes: Monetary endeavours. He has no drive for making money,
given the time his research takes, so he rarely has any. Being touched by
strangers without his permission. Food prepared by others. Rain/getting wet.
Shy people.
Alignment: Neutral evilSpecial Abilities: Despite Sven considering himself an aspiring void mage,
he's actually quite brilliant in his manipulation of both void magic and summoning.
He was born, to some degree, mysteriously void-attuned. Much like those with
Hydaelyn's Blessing can sometimes hear her void, and much like Viera hear the
Green Word of the forest, Svenall has always heard subtle little... whispers of
the beyond. This means he is not only sensitive to the presence of voidsent and
other void mages, but also to void hunters, as well. The Void, after all, does not
appreciate the presence of those who would cut down its own.
This tends to manifest in like headaches or small distractions, and the attunement
itself is responsible for a few of his worse... invasive thoughts.

"Abandon my name and choose another? And why should I do that? It is my name, whether I roam the forest or not. No one shall make me do anything I do not wish to."

His mother had been normal- and though no one could say for sure given the certain anonymity that comes with taking a mate from a group so rarely seen--they presumed his father had been normal too.Growing up, Sven did not want for love, but he had always been a little... odd. He stared into the distance, as if hearing something from the forest that no one else could. He lingered in the twilight hours well after the other children had been called to bed. He earned his knife in his youth far more quickly than most of his peers did. He did not make friends easily, preferring the solitude of quiet hunts on his own in the forest, away from prying eyes.The forest did not warn any of them of the child's crimes, or when how small, bloodied hands had found magic no mortal child should play with. No, as any mother presumed--the Great Mother included--he would sort himself out with age. When the males of his kind came to his village, Svenall left without the caterwauling and grief that the other boys sometimes held when broken away from the only parents they'd ever known.He went silently into the night, and upon the first rise of the moon, he killed the watcher tasked to raise him into a hunter and fled the forest altogether. His first kill was violent, bloody, and enacted in a state of panic as he finally gave into those dark whispers that had brushed along his ears since the day he was born. As ruthless as it was, it had not come unprovoked.Sven did not so much reject the forest as much as the forest rejected him upon slaying one of his kin; he could not be more unsatisfied with the gentle guidance of the trees. Not when he had killed so many creatures for the sake of morbid curiosity when no one was watching. No, not with a mean streak in him satisfied only with a strong hand or any particular experiment to keep him busy. He had less interest in protecting his home and far more in magic conjured up in bursts of dark power, fueled by the sacrifice of his own blood, or the blood of less witting creatures. The moment he left the forest he found relief in not leaving her whispers, but delight in being able to clearly hear the siren song of the Void when tapping into its power.Svenall has always felt a deep pull to the risque. The corrupt. That gaping Abyss which promises only darkness enchanted him. His studies lead him across tomes of ancient magic which hailed and condemned the ancient mages of Mhach for their dark conjury. It is that greatness that he wishes to achieve. To this effect, he studied under an aetherochemical alchemist who specialized in studying the properties of aether lingering in blood--and who had a passion for exploring the potential in what the void could do to humanity. It was a research the man hoped to use to cure aethersickness and ailments, but also to harness that seemingly unlimited surplus of umbral aether for the betterment of science and medicine both. Svenall found him brilliant, and oh, how he adored him.It was that desire to drive on the man's research that he knew he had to do more. He had to learn more. Under the cover of night, Svenall did his own research--finding the potency of aether-rich blood in summoning and communing with the Void without the risk of possession or over-corruption. By gourging his summons, as small as they were, on the blood of the living... he made sure they lost interest in his own flesh.It was here he found that he could connect himself semi-directly with the summons he pulled from the Void by engraving certain, old symbols onto his very skin. He took the proper ink to an artist in Kugane and had it placed on his shoulder, and to keep anyone from tracing the work done, he pushed the body of the artist into the harbor in between patrols of the city's samurai.Eventually, both this new physical feature and his additional research were discovered. This new connection to the Void, this fresh way of summoning, taxed Sven's body with the newness of its demands upon him. Terrified at the lengths his student would be willing to take to learn, the man sought to kill him without Sven ever noticing. What followed were six months of the worst sickness Svenall ever experienced--but slow foxglove poisoning will do that to a fellow. On the edge of death, he realized just what was happening, and once more, Svenall had to kill another teacher figure in his life. Truly, it was becoming a bad habit.It was a shame he had been so attached to that one.This time, someone caught a glimpse of him disposing of the body. Kugane became a much less... viable place to spend his time, and he fled to Eorzea, where he bounced around doing small jobs before a proper chance to leave for Ul'dah eventually arose, and he sought his fortunes there, instead.Evermore seeking ways to further his study, until recently he hid the worst of his more bloodthirsty nature by passing as a more... pleasant apprentice under the Thaumaturge's guild in Ul'dah, biding his time until he has learned all that he could to surpass their stringent rules and seek further power. An unfortunate event lead to a desperate attempt to flee the city and every connection he'd made within it--only to be dragged back to it by people far too invested in his wellbeing. Now, he wears an old Magitek collar, signifying that he might not be as much of a free wanderer as he once believed himself to be.Maybe it's nice to not have the freedom from the obligation of running from his past, now.Still, even now on his good days he uses his charisma to endear himself to others, learning that it is not only the best way to get information, but also to disarm those around him into lowering their guard. Nicknames, teasing laughter, even downright pouting if the situation so calls for it--one wouldn't expect that he used to regularly wash the blood from his hands in the rain sluices in Ul'dah's back alleyways until that collar snapped around his neck.He's young for a Viera, something he freely plays into to earn the sympathy of others who have left the forests and jungles usually under more pitiable circumstances than his own. It isn't as if they can hear the forest warning them of his darker nature-just as he can no longer hear it condemning him.Don't let his pleasant smile fool you.

OOC Information

Kindly do not interact if you are a minor, please. I'm an adult and it makes me incredibly uncomfortable.Feel free to address me by my character name if we're casually talking OOC, but keep in mind that I am not my character. I'm actually a lot squishier and soft hearted than this terrible little bastard. Please do not be mean to me. :(I work eclectic hours. My playtime will be staggering and unusual.I am fine with all rp types, dark rp, erp, plot-based, long term or short term, etc. Keep in mind this boy is a bit of a serial killer, but I'm not really looking for him to murder anyone without plenty of discussion beforehand, and someone, you know, actually wanting their character dead. Otherwise, those actions will never really breach into his IC interactions unless he trusts someone enough to let him know, which is.. very unlikely! Unless he's known you for a long time.If you want to roleplay, please send me a /tell, since I likely won't notice otherwise.My rp discord is .friendshaped

"Has no one ever taught you that it is terribly rude to gossip? Keep your tongue in check before someone decides to take it from you."

☾ Those sensitive to aether will feel something a little strange about this smiling young man. His aether is either heavily corrupted--or, surprisingly, not there at all. He will definitely be standing there, one can lay a hand on him, but it will be as if there is simply no aether in the area he occupies! That being said, he is also sensitive to the touch of the Void, so he will pick up on corrupted/voidal aether easily.

They say the back alleys of Ul'dah are a little more dangerous than they used to be. Disappearing pets, a body found here and there hastily and clumsily scrapped for parts. ☽

☾ He is not immune the season's change among his kin; he will be restless and downright irritable when it should be time to join with other Viera.

By the Twelve, is that an actual Void Eye chasing along behind him? Why has no one killed the little voidsent yet? (Only when Minion is out.) ☽

☾ Gracious, what a shiner! Despite his somewhat more secretive proclivities for drawing blood, he is still rather physically underwhelming. It's not uncommon for his victims to get a wound in on him in their final moments; are you curious of such bruises and cuts, or worried? Maybe even you find yourself suspicious of them, though their origins are impossible to prove.

There may be a shoddily drawn wanted poster under layers of other wanted posters up in Kugane for a Viera who looks quite similar to him... but it was posted more than six years ago, surely no one's still looking for him? ☽

☾ Do you have a knowledge of the obscure or the arcane? Things you shouldn't have knowledge of? If you happen to catch a glimpse of his neck or shoulder or arm, those tattoos in his skin are... ancient. Dangerous. No one should even remember how to write them, much less venture to have them engraved unto their flesh. Fortunately, he keeps these wrapped under layers of bandages that go from his wrist all the way up his shoulder when in public.

"Have I caught your eye? How charming. Why don't we discuss a trade?"

Svenall will engage in casual sex, though don't be surprised if your character wakes up feeling a little woozy and a pint of blood lighter in the morning. If he's feeling peckish, he'll take enough gil to buy himself breakfast, too.While one-offs are fine, I do love building up reoccurring stories and longer plot lines that revolve around the people he's bamboozled--or ones that he regularly takes to his bed. Romance isn't off of the table with him, but you're in for an up-hill battle in getting close to that grime-encrusted, nasty little heart of his.While he's not necessarily an exclusive sub given his habit to manipulate, he does prefer to bottom. Something about seeing someone lose themselves in the heat of the moment is far too bemusing... dare he even say, hilarious?... to pass up.