• name pronunciation 'leer'

  • alias Llyr Rehw-Marouc, Lyre, Lyrebird, Liar

  • race Rava Viera

  • gender Male

  • age Adult

  • height 6'1"

  • build Slender, athletic

  • birthplace The Northern Empty

  • occupation Bartender for the Siren's Call, painter

  • marital status Married

Dark hair curls around an angular face with deep brown eyes shuttered by thick lashes. He possesses a wide nose and prominent lips and an olive skintone that would flourish under the sun, unmarked by any faded scar of note. A fresh dahlia is commonly found pinned in his hair, accompanied by a fragrant floral scent.Coy and coquettish, his interactions hardly progress past the point of playful banter, though he always endeavors to make the partners in his conversations feel doted upon. He's everyone's friend, and an incorrigible gossip. Despite this, he practices discretion when it suits him.His is a smooth tenor voice, velvet and smoke, with a charming smile that can light up a room. He laughs as frequently as he frowns, beholden to his emotions and rarely does he mask how he feels. Short of wearing his heart on his sleeve, he is open and honest with his opinions, always served with a silver tongue.He is employed at a bounty bar under the care of a Limsan mercenary company, The Steelgrin Sirens, and is no stranger to combat himself, even if he'd much prefer to avoid it.

Born to Yrys Hyskaris and Liokki Djt-Dvre, Llyr was raised in Old Sharlayan in a quaint cottage off the beaten path. The dynamic of the family was not an unfamiliar one to many; with a doting mother and a distant father, Llyr was encouraged to pursue his talents as only a Sharlayan can, by devoting every waking moment to study. He poured himself into the arts, excelling at painting and sculpting, and many hailed him as a young prodigy for his skill. As he grew older, however, the praise he'd received soon grew cold as his parents endeavored to shift his interests to those of better use. Over a century of devoting himself to the arts, and he found himself a gleaner for the Forum.It was with great resignation that he accepted the assignment, but on his first foray outside of Sharlayan, he found himself more enamored with painting unfamiliar landscapes than gathering anything of note. Unsurprisingly, upon his return home, he was relieved of his gleaner duties.With the skill of an artist in low demand, and desperate for a job to cover his monetary needs, he took what shifts he could at The Last Stand before finally disembarking from Old Sharlayan to Limsan shores. It was there that he plied his ability as a painter to illustrate bounty posters and maps for a local mercenary company while bartending at their establishment, the Siren's Call.He's gotten into his fair share of skirmishes, though would be loathe to consider himself a true combatant. He can hold his own in a scuffle, but would sooner find himself out of harm's way than escalate to violence. He will absolutely cheer on a bar fight, though.Despite his charming persona and puckish humor, he's a dominant man that prefers things done his way.

  • Frequented The Last Stand in Old Sharlayan? You might recognize him as a former barista.

  • Despite his best efforts, his hands and clothing might still bear evidence of paint.

  • Art collector? You might have chanced upon his portrait in the past. Recognized for his detailed landscapes, he's known to do portraits and tasteful intimate paintings. His signature on his work is always 'LH'.

  • You've caught sight of his sketch book and your curiosity is piqued.

  • Are you an artist? Perhaps he's heard of you.

  • He's a familiar partygoer in the nightclub scene. Perhaps you've seen him at one of your local haunts. (Or perhaps he recognizes you?)

  • He has ties to the Sharlayan Forum but doesn't disclose this in public. If this is something your character would know about, whisper me.

  • Prefer to have me approach? Shoot me a tell, and I can work my magic.

  • Have a better idea than the few posted here? Hit me up!

  • Took his mother's surname

  • Is ambidextrous

  • Adores rolanberry and blueberry-flavored sweets

  • Has a faerie passed down by his mother named Poppy

  • Loves thunderstorms

  • The louder the music, the better

  • Can be a bit of a tea and coffee snob

  • One of those overenthusiastic blitzball fans

  • Has a short, tufted tail that's often hidden under his clothing (it's fine if your Viera does not have a tail, I just prefer mine with one)

  • His physique is what you see in game, albeit with more muscle; for the most part, you can go off what you see

  • Has a younger half brother named Myir

  • Favorite flowers are dahlias and orchids

  • A singer for two bands: Seconds Left and Leather & Lace

  • Can, and will, step on you

I separate IC and OOC. I am not my character and my character's thoughts, speech, and actions are not a reflection of who and what I am out-of-character.I believe in OOC communication if there is something that either party does not understand. If you need for me to clarify something, please don't hesitate to whisper me and ask!I have and will refuse to acknowledge any in-character godmoding or out-of-character harassment. I welcome any interaction in-character, be it pleasant or otherwise, lighter or darker themes. I do not consent to any harm done to my character without prior communication and permission given beforehand; as this character is not particular strong, I will acknowledge that there are many others that would surpass him in ability. Though it would be unlikely, I will always obtain consent before any attempt to harm another's character.Although my character is flirtatious, I am not interested in ERP or romance. I'm happily married OOC and I'm not looking to ship my character with anyone else, so please know before initiating anything that it won't lead anywhere, and my character will turn down yours. If you're fine with that, flirt away!I am only comfortable roleplaying this character with players that are 21+. If you are not above the age of 21, please do not engage in RP with me. I am 30+ and I do not feel comfortable roleplaying with minors.I am LGBTQIA+ and LGBTQIA+ friendly.

I am not interested in indigenous caricatures and harmful depictions of what racists think 'tribal' is. Tribes are families, stop making it synonymous with 'feral' and 'uncivilized'. Tribal people are not animals and they are not cavemen. If you perpetuate this stereotype, do not approach me.FUCK RACISTS AND BIGOTS. TRANS RIGHTS. BYE.

All images are original screenshots taken in Final Fantasy XIV and edited using programs outside of the game.

If you see me dancing around in modern clothing, I just like playing dress-up with my characters. I have more lore-appropriate clothes to roleplay in, don't worry.

Walk ups welcome!

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Behind closed doors...

Llyr is a member of an underground BDSM community in Old Sharlayan among the adults craving relief from the stress of research and deadlines. Among the desperate and curious, Llyr has found himself a niche role as one that could offer his clients a few hours of thoughtlessness, a remedy for the grind of daily expectations and responsibilities.Alternative to some of his peers, the wares he peddled were not pleasure, but pain. An expert in rigging and impact play, his time and attention were sought after for the sole purpose of inflicting exquisite agony onto his willing victims without any intimate contact at all. His clients would find no comfort in his embrace, no solace in tender touches to soothe the ache. To seek him out was to know precisely what sort of encounter one was after, fully aware that they would be well acquainted with the cruel end of his whip.He caters to a few long-term clients when he returns back home, but has otherwise retired from active play, pursuing his true passion: art.

  • He's a dominant top with a sadistic streak behind closed doors, but he's cordial with his past clients outside of that setting.

  • Were you a client? He's open about his past, but don't expect him to remember your name.

  • Interested in using this particular hook? Whisper me first.

Those boots weren't made for walking.