Nariya Qitana

Adventurer for Hire || Ex-Wood Wailer || Lance - Axe - Dagger

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Nariya’s current RP trajectory can be best described as the straw that broke the dhalmel’s back. Expect Dark/Mature themes to arise if interaction goes beyond the superficial.

✅DO: Reach out via Discord to set up a scene or long-term arc with Nariya!
❌DON’T: DM/Tell me if it is not RP-related—I keep IC and OOC firmly separate

✅DO: Feel welcome to bully/antagonize Nariya!
❌DON’T: Take it personally when Nariya reacts defensively or bites back

✅DO: Be 18+ to interact
❌DON’T: Approach Nariya for ERP without OOC discussion first

HAILS FROM THE SHROUD… SORT OF

If you travel in Gridanian territories, you may recognize Nariya from his time in the North Shroud, training with the Lancers’ Guild, or brief career as a Wood Wailer.On a particularly slow day at the Fallgourd Float gossip mill, you may have heard of the deadly Ixali assault on an Ul’dahn merchant’s caravan in which a young viera was the only survivor—but that was 10 years ago and hardly the only thing the birdmen have raided.

MR. FIX-IT

Since leaving the Shroud, Nariya’s built himself a reputation of helping anyone with anything at any time. If you need something (or someone) tracked down, delivered or guarded, his nigh-pathological need for approval makes him perfect for the job.

EYES ON ME

The most foolproof, surefire way to get that fix of approval he needs? Get invited to bed, of course. Nariya has a long history of casual flings and friends-with-benefits—maybe you’ve had a tumble before, or maybe you’re about to.

A NOTABLE COLLEAGUE

Have you been a victim of Yernar Veles’s sharpcast or sharper tongue? Nariya’s the next best viera to settle it with.

FIRST IMPRESSIONS

Apparent Age: Mid-20s
Tribe: Rava (Formerly)
Nameday: 9th Sun of the 1st Astral Moon
Height: 71.1 il
Weight: 156 pz
Hair: Grey
Ears: Grey, tipped Black
Eyes: Brown
Gender: Cis Male
Orientation: Homosexual

Nariya Qitana is a silver-haired viera of average height with a lean build that belies the strength he’s cultivated in his study of the lance, axe and dagger. The beauty mark beneath his left eye plays second fiddle to the scar that runs beside it, a relic of bringing clumsy, self-taught technique into combat as a youth. His carriage is rigid and formal when his guard is up, but when relaxed he’s warm and inviting with a good humor about him.As quick as he is to identify a physical threat, he has little aetherial affinity and even less social grace. Awkward pauses will occur as he tries to puzzle out what you want to hear. His big, brown doe eyes often betray his feelings; he is a terrible liar. Earnest and a chronic people-pleaser, a savvy someone might find him easy to manipulate… but only by successfully avoiding setting off his mulish stubbornness. Once he sets his mind to something, there’s no backing down. Secrets he wants kept will remain kept, particularly because he’s so good at not acknowledging them even to himself.Nariya largely avoids fully disrobing in intimate company, but of note are the unusually-shaped burn damage on his right pectoral, the jagged gash of a scar on his abdomen from a very nearly successful stabbing, and the decade-old reminders of two broken and reset legs that still go stiff in the cold.

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BACKGROUND

Nariya Qitana must’ve had the luck of all twelve gods to be pulled from the wreckage of the caravan raid and nursed back to health by the people of Hyrstmill. It was the second time in his short life that he had been left behind to die—and lying prone, waiting for his legs to heal, was where the desperation came creeping in. Once well, he worked himself to the bone to earn his keep. He took every task, no matter how small, and often before he could be asked. He took up the lance in defense of the village, brought goods to Fallgourd Float to trade, even scrubbing the floor of the storehouse if there was nothing else to which he could apply himself that day. If he remained useful, he thought, and cheerfully compliant, he would not be discarded again.Unfortunately, the Gridanian tenet of conservation did not extend to foreigners. Sometimes it was almost innocuous things: voices suddenly hushing when he walked into a room, his gear going missing on an overnight stay. Other times it was more direct, the first one to be accused of stealing, higher prices at the markets, confrontations with drunks. It followed him to the lancers’ guild and into his recruitment with the Wood Wailers. It didn’t matter how hard he worked, how many people he helped, how many transgressors he put behind bars. When they looked at him, they only saw an Outsider. And he couldn’t shake the feeling that they knew just by a glance what he was before Hyrstmill.The third time he was left behind to die, Nariya realized that being “useful” wasn’t what he wanted. What he wanted was to be indispensable. Instead of returning to the barracks when he healed, he used the last of his coin to buy an airship ticket.The life of an adventurer suited him better, as every bill posted in the guild was, by nature, something the authorities wouldn’t touch. He chose whatever others avoided, the most dangerous to the most mundane. He followed in the footsteps of greater souls, trained in their arms and their traditions. He gained power and reputation with singleminded focus. He wandered wherever the work went, until one posting changed the course of his life for better or for worse.It was a request for a skilled lance arm to escort two siblings through their work in Mor Dhona, and apparently the two had ostracized just about every sellsword in the Toll by sour disposition alone. When Nariya met them, he determined the rumors were true. Yernar Veles, a prideful thaumaturge with a biting wit—and their brother Yama, who hardly spoke a word. They came from a well-off family and, while skilled, lacked the practical experience to adapt to quickly worsening situations. Nariya soon joined them on a permanent basis, steadfast, reliable, and willing to take a hit.It’s only recently that he’s become increasingly erratic and irritable, taking more and more time to himself and ending up in places he was once too upstanding to be caught in. There’s something he needs to do, and he won’t let it go until it’s done.