woodwraith

AT A GLIMPSE.

At her core, Yhivi is the wild given voice, the failures of a cursed clan and survival without the benefit of kindness. Plainly spoken and often suspicious, the wary interest she takes in others is disguised by a natural proclivity for solitude and silence. Yhivi stands as a stark contrast to new world miqo'te who have fallen from the old ways, generations old paranoia and an inclination towards self-reliance forming a barrier between her and others.


VITALS.

NAMEYhivi Rihza
ALIASES"Woodwraith"
TITLESMatriarch
GENDERShe/Her | Cisgender
AGEAdult | Early Thirties
NAMEDAY14th Sun of the 1st Astral Moon
RACEMiqo'te | Keeper of the Moon
RESIDENCEDalamud's Maw | Black Shroud
ROLEWhite Witch | Mender & Guide
LINEAGEVhela Garahl † | Unknown Sire †
CHILDRENZohra (7) | Vhela (4) | Yhivi'a (3)
BONDSXau'zi Rihza | Rhuaza Rihza

PERSONA.

LIKES: comfortable silence, bells with her beloved, the late hours of the night, the thrill of the hunt, newfound discoveries, tried and true traditions, connection to the goddess, blackberry tartsDISLIKES: unwelcome trespassors, passionless drifters, willful ignorance, entitlement and selfishness, disruption and discord, strong scents and thunderous noises, touch without familiarity

TRAITS.

POSITIVENEGATIVE
empatheticjudgmental
intelligentstubborn
thoughtfulsuperstitious
reliablemistrustful
resilientparanoid
courageouswithdrawn
productiveperfectionist
independentpossessive
purposefulobsessive
loyalvindictive

APPEARANCE.

A wisp of wood shade plucked from the trees and given form, an elusive shadow chases prey in the dead of night with fang and claw. The spectral pallor of her skin is broken by the ashen blue of the moon moving between branches. Her svelte frame favors deft lethality over brute strength, sleek in its curvature save a softness at her hips and bosom. Corded with muscle, her arms broke considerable challenge with a bowstring in her fingers and her prey within reach of an arrow.Though there are few of her features that are unworthy of praise, her silvered eyes draws the unsuspecting closer. Scarring creeps outwards across her cheeks in spider thin rivulets and stands in stark contrast to a knotted old rent at her throat that reduces her to a whisper. Her age is made evident by strands of silver breaking sable and smoky purple alike. Her ears are rounded, ragged and riddled with hoops decorated with charms of bone. In certain lights, striping is visible in her dark fur.In war and in peace, she dons the beaded black buckskin and furs of her people. A half-mask with a face reminiscent of a horned owl obscures her eyes while in the light.


AESTHETIC & INSPIRATION.

ROLEPLAY HOOKS.

BLOOD TIES.

WHITE WITCH.

Though the blood of the children of Dalamud runs in an isolationist few, the reach of their grasp is not so far as to remain unsullied by others. Her mother, Vhela, is renowned for severing contact with her own kind and drifting from clan to clan. Perhaps her legacy persisted beyond the briarwood; perhaps there are secrets beyond Yhivi's second sight that beg to be discovered.NOTE: I prefer to discuss this hook prior to get to know you in and out of character.

The goddess Menphina is said to favor the most fanatical of her devotees with sight beyond the veil. The white witch of the eastern Black Shroud is known for her discerning eye and connection to the briarwood's mercurial elementals. Though prone to seeking solitude and hiding in plain sight, Yhivi has been known to offer her skills as a guide for those whose lack of direction has become a burden. Each service is not without its spiritual toll, but desperate times often call for desperate measures. Some things are worth more than gil.


BEASTSLAYER.

Woodwraith. Shroudmaiden. Beastslayer.These and more are the epithets claimed by a veteran huntress and seeker of beasts. Though the epithets she wears belong to a face she wore long before embracing the call of the elements, Yhivi possesses incredible skill as a marksman. Fledgling hunters and huntresses may find a a teacher in her; experienced trackers and slayers may find a contemporary. Regardless of the nature of the connection, Yhivi is ever willing to offer her hand.

CHILDREN OF THE MOON.

Many moon children claim the same heritage as Yhivi and hail from the depths of the eastern Shroud's briarwoods. As many of her people do, she extends a particular brand of cautious hospitality to brothers and sisters with or without a family to return to. As matriarch of the children of Dalamud and a daughter of Menphina, she offers accords to those who look beyond the forbidding reputation of her people. Whether a curious soul from the city or searching for reconnection to their roots, wayward moon children are welcome in her halls.


UNSTRUCTURED CONNECTIONS.

Your character may be familiar with Yhivi if...
↠ they frequented the free city of Limsa Lominsa and met her before reconnection to her clan
↠ they needed the talents of a huntress who asked few questions when given her mark
↠ they required an able hand and strong arm to overcome significant personal obstacles
↠ they sought the services of an experienced midwife and mender while in dire personal straits
↠ they sought rare antiquities and questionable curios born of the ancient city of Gelmorra


I am always happy to brainstorm new ideas and prefer long term roleplay. I am interested in establishing interpersonal relationships (allies, enemies, family, ex-lovers and more) and love to work on creating deep and meaningful connections. With that said, I am not interested in romantic roleplay.

THE CHILDREN OF DALAMUD.

The children of Dalamud are a Keeper of the Moon clan residing in a closely guarded tract of inhospitable woodland in the eastern reaches of the Black Shroud. Their isolationist lifestyle, superstitious practices and forbidding reputation has precluded them from formulating long-standing alliances. A recent change in leadership and the election of a new matriarch has seen diplomatic overtures made towards neighboring clans for the sake of rebirth, regrowth and renewal.

The children, elsewise known as the Bloodmoon, are known for their devotion to the betrayer hound Dalamud. To them, their fallen totem is as much a symbol of reparations owed as he is an icon of justice. The flagrant disregard and lack of true faith among Spokenkind has long been a trait that they believed required visceral correction. Rare are those who are wise to their ways that do not regard them as pariahs. Rarer still are those enthralled by their devotion to what others might perceive as heresy.

Despite familial differences within the clan, shared traditions, culture and bloodlines have knit the blood of the clan together for generations. Though the seat of the matriarch shifts and is dependent on the bloodline of the family, Dalamud's Maw - an ancient temple venerating the betrayer hound as old as their blood - has traditionally been considered the historical capital of all dealings and a neutral meeting point for clan moots, celebrations and matters of dispute.


THE CHOSEN.

you wrap your name tight around
my ribs and keep me warm;

i was born for you

Tied by heartstrings and guided by the hand of fate, few have known a love so deep that it transcends flesh and blood and touches the soul. Ruinous discord and vicious deception proved no match for paired destinies seeking an end to painful separation. A man once slated for a death without ceremony instead carved a place out in her heart. A woman who had found little meaning in life found herself ensnared by his arms. Hopelessly beguiled by his giving spirit and wicked tongue, Xau’zi brought new meaning to the sentiment that any beast can be tamed.

THE SPARROW.

are you the target --
am I the bow and dart?

will you turn to give me your wild heart?

If asked to tell the story of Rhuaza, Yhivi speaks only one truth: hers is a path picked through stinging nettle and biting brambles to lay her wearied head in her welcoming lap. Magnetism drew them together; obsession rarely keeps them apart. The powerful connection that they share is as much worship as it is supplication: with her, she is unabashedly selfish, breathing her in as an absolute necessity. She staked her claim on her heart with the cage of her fingers, showing no one the many secrets that only she has the right to enjoy.


OUT OF CHARACTER.

Nika
21+ East Coast roleplayer
They/Them
Mental health advocate
Gigantic goofball
Laid back to the max
Amateur artist

Hello! Thank you for taking a look at my carrd!I am an equal opportunity roleplayer and split my time between Discord and in-game. I prefer multi-paragraph roleplay but can and will adjust to my partner. I am lore-compliant, but appreciate fanon, flexibility and creativity.


Please be:
✓ An adult over the age of 21 with a healthy understanding of real life obligations.
✓ Laid back, easy-going and interested in doing other things together beyond roleplay.
✓ An eager and enthusiastic participant in any roleplay or plotting that we do together.
✓ Open to communication, honest with me and true to yourself and your desires.


The stories I like deal with mature, dark roleplay themes. These themes may involve violence, gore, sexuality, drug or alcohol usage, temporary imprisonment or temporary injury with the out of character consent of the player. I prefer to take the role of the storyteller over the participant and am happy to discuss and build plot ideas with enthusiastic and interested partners!

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