"They had the years to clean you, but don’t misunderstand: you’ll never be cleaner than the dirtiest of them, and your tail will always have fleas."

Professional rascal & odd jobs enthusiast; tried the ‘Keeper thing,’ but spent a couple years half-starving, had his ribs cracked by a wood wailer’s boot one too many times, and decided to pack it up and head for greener pastures (or arid deserts, it looks like); big, green eyes and charming smile hiding clenched fists; kind of cute and boyish, honestly, beneath the dirt and damage; right ear is chewed-up & ratty; nose sits a little crooked like it’s been broken and never set back quite right; has a limp in his left leg, but only after a lot of running.Oscillates between chipperly servile, playfully picaresque, and mean; sometimes flirts as a defense mechanism, or because it’s fun, or because he thinks it’s what you do; bad with money but loves his comforts and luxuries, seeing as he's had so few; coins burn a hole in his pocket; and beer; he drinks a lot; like... a lot; doesn’t mind the occasional opium den, either; or... the frequent brothel; never got over his tail vanity, either; thick, healthy fur; always makes sure it’s brushed and oiled until it’s silky-smooth; keeps his nails clean, too; heart-of-gold type that really does try to do what’s right, though, so long as he can still eat (and, yeah, drink).

HOOKS

  retainer for hire!    he's always refreshing his handbill on the job board. a little rangy, maybe, but folk wisdom says the hungry ones fight for it the hardest. retainer? sure, he'll carry your shit, clean your armour, groom your chocobo, or whatever. guide? through the city or the wild, he's got you covered. an extra sword? well, he's certainly not the worst.  free company seeking    with so few connections tying him down and a need for stable, consistent work make him a prime target for free company enlistment. if you can keep him from deserting.  loansharks    he swore he was good for it, but when time came to pay, he was noticeably scarce. you could be a person he owes gil to, or someone come to collect it on their behalf.  from damsel to dearly indebted    you save him from getting eaten by a morbol, gutted by brigands, or cuffed by slavers. and now he's yapping and at your heels constantly insisting to do this or that or the other for you. a little fella like him has learned it's cosiest beneath the wing of a metaphorical dragon.  3:10 to ul'dah    he's not a career criminal, but he's too cosy with hunger to not turn to crime when he needs to. theft, pickpocketing, con artistry, and looting. some brigandry, too, when he ran with an outfit a couple years back. now you have him cuffed, but it's a long trip back to a proper city to process him. can you survive the sob story?

SKILLS

Nida'li has no formal education or apprenticeship, just a list of skills he's taken a crack at in the past and performed the duties for with relative success; he's more like a dogsbody of all trades, jack of none.

Arms and armour maintenance; chocobo grooming; pack mulery (will carry your shit with minimal complaints); travel packing and preparation; a bit of sword-and-footwork (halfway decent at this, actually); endurance, especially with running; camp management & trail cooking (it won't kill you, at least); illiterate but can 'read' signs and maps; general first aid and wound care; naturalist & guide; hunting, trapping, and poaching (one of his better skills, he hates how much of a stereotype it makes him); charming (in that rascal way) when needing to deal with people for his work; can read people with 'adequate' accuracy; quiet, small, and unassuming enough to get away with a lot of easier crimes, too.

"If the game’s rigged and you’re not strong enough to flip the table, you just have to find the chewing gum under it to stick your spare cards. I don’t know, I’m kind of bad at metaphors."

  Rule One     21+. 
30+ and would prefer those I write with to be at least 21+ irl (characters naturally can be whatever age, but obviously might limit the way my character interacts with yours).

  Rule Two     OOC Politics. 
I'm a hard-left socialist & anti-imperialist trans girl. Nasty characters are totally fine, but if your politics stink OOCly, I'm not going to want to talk to or role-play with you.

  Rule Three     IC Approaches. 
If I've got my RP tag up, you can probably just approach me in character if you'd like, but you're also welcome to shoot me a heads-up in whispers to make sure I'm available.

  Rule Four     OOC Approaches. 
I love OOC approaches just as much, just give me something to work with and keep in mind that, although I'd like to be friends with the people I role-play with, I'm mostly going to want to talk about said role-play at first!

  Rule Five     Character Scope. 
Grounded, low-stakes, and low-powered. He isn't a master assassin, archrogue, or great adventurer trying to affect great change. He's just a little fella in a small part of the world that barely thinks about anything more than a few miles away, and so his concerns are mostly mundane ones: food, friendship, warm bed, not dying. He might know the word 'Tural' and that it's somewhere over the sea but will be far more aware of the kind of materials and goods that come from there than what the people or geography are like, or he might think of Othard only in terms of 'that's where the raen that wear funny clothes are from,' or that Ilsabard is a land of giants.