Once Upon A Time...
"In the heavens, we vow to be
as two birds, flying wingtip to wingtip.
On earth, we vow to be
as two intertwined branches of a tree.Even heaven and earth
will end some day.
But the regret of our parting
will never end"
The Winter Warder
"In the night, I am kept awake by the endless chatter of my inner self.I hear it speak softly of old hurts and fondly of past loves, while its demands and anxieties resound throughout me in multitudes.I could be calm and composed all day long, but the moment it is dark, my mind riots."
Standing at 7 fulms and 1 ilm, with silvery hair often tied back with a simple leather cord—a keepsake from his grandmother Gudrun, gifted to him on the day of his naming as a Jack.The former Winter Warder, spends his days navigating the skies aboard his stolen airship, Fortuna, seeking freedom and purpose amidst the endless horizons.His travels take him from the rugged peaks of Ilsabard to the distant shores of Othard, rarely staying in one place for long.Now in his one-hundred thirty winter, the once quiet Kit from Skatay’s frozen cliffs has grown into a Jack shaped by loss and tempered by resilience.No longer a Skatayan warder, still the oppressor and enemy of the Viera would find him a formidable enemy, as though the winds of Skatay guide him still.Though his demeanor is often brash and playful, those who manage to earn his trust find a steadfast companion, loyal to a fault and capable of immense warmth.Beneath the scars and the rugged confidence lies a man of quiet introspection, haunted by the memories of a life left behind. When the the light illuminates his features on the right angle, one can see the mark that hardship and loss had etched on the scarred face of the Jack.Often his smile would falter, the pain from a Ceruleum reactor's explosion that scarred the left side of his face often kept him up at night. A price he paid to rescue a shipment of Vieran children bound for Terncliff.Years of hardship and survival have made him a pragmatic soul. While justice remains close to his heart, Baldr believes the path to it is rarely straightforward. He is a man unafraid to get his hands dirty if it means protecting those who cannot protect themselves.
"Even reading the first words brought to bear a multitude of vague memories, residing more as a feeling, that slight warm you craved during the coldest winter morning.There are things in life you would never forget ..some things that is so beautiful, it hurts..."
I. Under the Frosted Peaks130 years ago, beneath the shadow of Skaldvetr, the great mountain that kissed the heavens in the far northern reaches of Skatay. Baldr Jgnwesfv was born on a bitter winter morning, his first cries drowned in the howling winds that swept through the village.His mother, Eldir, died in childbirth, leaving him in the care of his grandmother, Gudrun, the village’s revered matron and salvemaker.Theirs was a simple life, carved from the frozen wilderness. The people of Skaldvetr endured the eternal snows with unyielding resolve. Their land offered little—meager game, scant vegetation—but what they lacked in resources, they made up for in spirit.Baldr’s childhood was one of quiet envy; he watched the other kits laugh and play under the watchful eyes of their mothers, a bond he would never know. Yet Gudrun’s love was a sturdy balm, steady as the mountains themselves. She nursed his wounds, told him the old tales of their people, taught him of the stars, and taught him songs...."Even in silence, the stars would sing child." Gudrun would often said.Her love, though firm, was unwavering, and Baldr grew up with a strength that belied his youth.Their village, nestled beneath the eternal snow, was home to the Winter Warders, guardians of the peaks and protectors of their kin. Baldr admired them, their stoic figures silhouetted against the snowy cliffs, their duty etched into the icy stone.Yet life in the village was harsh, and even the strongest could not escape the weight of the world. It was a life of scarcity, where each meal was a triumph and each winter was a battle. But it was also a life filled with warmth, of shared meals, quiet songs by the fire, and the unspoken bond of a people who only had each other.II. The Winter Warder
When Baldr came of age, the elders declared him a Jack, his broad shoulders, tall stature even amongst his kin, and unyielding gaze, marking him as one destined to protect.He joined the Winter Warders, taking his place among the guardians of Skatay. The life of a Warder was a solitary one, patrolling the frozen wilderness for weeks on end. It was a life of quiet strength, of watching the snow fall in endless silence and braving the unseen dangers that lurked beyond the peaks.Over the years, Baldr grew into his role. The once-awkward boy became a steadfast protector, wielding his spear with precision and skill. Yet even amidst the isolation, life had a way of weaving connections. It was during one of his rare visits to a neighboring village that he met Helga, a fiery Doe with a sharp tongue and the ability to reach through the solitude Jack, whose gigantic size made him somewhat of an outcast during mating season.Their courtship was brief but filled with quiet intensity; she challenged his stoicism, and he found himself drawn to her warmth.They mated during the spring, the season of renewal when Viera returned to their families after long winters apart. Their life together was fleeting, dictated by the traditions of their people.Baldr would leave for his duty, returning only when the snows thawed, each reunion too short, each shared laughter too fleeting. Helga bore him children, and for a time, Baldr knew happiness. His duties as a Warder were heavy, but the thought of his family gave him warmth even during the coldest blizzard.III. The FamineIt was one of the coldest year in memories, even amongst the Veena that lived amongst the frigid peak of Skatay.The winter that claimed Baldr’s village was unlike any before. The snows fell heavier, the winds howled louder, and the game vanished as if the forest itself had turned against them. The famine came swiftly, choking the life from the village. Baldr, alongside other warders, was sent into the wilderness to find food. For weeks, they scoured the frozen landscape, their hope dwindling with each empty snare and barren trail.When Baldr returned, it was to a graveyard. The village was silent, its people lost to starvation and cold. Among the dead, he found his wife and children, their bodies huddled together, frozen in their final embrace.He collapsed beside them, the weight of his failure crushing him. His companion, maddened by grief and hunger, had turned to desecration, feasting upon the dead. In a moment of fury and despair, Baldr ended the betrayal with his own hands, leaving him alone amidst the ruin of his home.Broken in mind and spirit, Baldr wandered the wilderness, his thoughts a haze of grief and guilt. It was there that they found him, dragging him before the council to answer for the fate of his village. He stood silent as the accusations rained down : failure, neglect, betrayal of duty. His mind was too fractured to defend himself. He heard their words but could not muster the will to deny them. Perhaps, in his heart, he believed them.The judgment was swift: exile.Stripped of his title as a Warder, Baldr was cast out, a Jack without a home, a protector who had failed. He said nothing as the decree was read, his silence mistaken for defiance. As he left the peaks of Skatay behind, the snow clung to his boots like the memories he could not escape. Each step took him further from the only life he had ever known, the winds carrying with them the faint echoes of his children’s laughter, now forever lost.
Hook
Sky Pirate
The Captain of Fortuna and a self-declared Sky Pirate. He roam the skies of Eorzea with the stolen Garlean Airship : Fortuna.Viera
A former Veena of Skatay, his Eorzean is heavily accented with the melodic sound of the mountain folks. He always welcome conversation with other VieraArms and Spices
Leveraging the capability of Fortuna, the Jack have traded near and far. If you need a cargo to be carried, he will deliver it for a charge.Open for any hooks you can think about or pre-established relationships.
OOC
40 y/o male working in the IT industry. I have been RPing since 1998 in many different media.
IC is never OOC, and I also respect people's boundaries.
RL always takes precedent, if we RP together I would never hold it against you if you need to leave due to RL needs.
Interested ? send me a tell