Jari Ulvsangen

Oft in the wood, a listener is nigh.

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◈ First of all, thank you for looking at my carrd! ♥ It's still a WIP!◈ Hej, hej! Please call me Jari. I am 30+ As such, I prefer to roleplay with mature adults who are at least over 21 (25+ preferred). I am an experienced writer (9+ years including forums, WoW, and ESO).◈ It is worth noting that this is a brand new concept even for me and that Jari was born out of my love for Scandinavian mythology, Visual Kei, J ROCK, and Kent— a Swedish Alt Pop/Rock band.◈ I will mirror your writing, though I will state that I have a deep preference for multi-para RP.◈ This goes without saying but I'm only IC when I have the Rp tag on.◈ I am looking for both long and short-term roleplay with a story-driven plot. I do not mind casual interactions if they make sense for my character as well.◈ Themes accepted: political intrigue, battle, dueling, tragedy, drama, mystery, investigation, slice of life, and slow-burn romance. (I will however add that my character is heterosexual, and finds familiarity in his own kith; he prefers female Viera. Consistency in this planisphere is an absolute must; I'm not interested in a one-and-done sort of relationship in character).◈ I will not accept permanent scarring, maiming, disfiguration, or the death of my character.◈ I'm a big fan of From Software and soulsborne games so I take the liberty to flavor my character's story in a similar fashion.◈ Open to brainstorming hooks through tells! Don't hesitate to approach!◈ I like to follow viera lore as much as possible, but given how little we know, I have homebrewed a ton of Veena Viera lore for my OC. Lore-bending is acceptable to me as long as it fits headcanons of parties involved.◈ I refuse to RP anyone who claims their character is the Warrior of Light. If your character concept resembles this, I don't think we'll vibe. 🖤🎶◈ My timezone is EST but my IRL circumstances are such that I may have a very busy schedule. I ask that you respect my time if I am unable to RP with you. Hounding someone for RP doesn't leave a good impression.◈ If you are OOC beholden to values that only seem anti-humanitarian (i.e., fascist, sexist, classist, homophobic, transphobic, general bigot, or just plain gross) you'll find no kinship here.◈ I greatly dislike bleed in roleplay; please don't mix OOC sentiments with what might occur IC.◈ IC actions have IC consequences, if you cannot adhere to that, I will refrain from roleplaying with you.◈ Please understand that while my character is a casanova, he's not one to jump just anyone with a pulse. I refuse to write anything that doesn't have solid story-driven reasoning behind it.◈ I do not condemn anyone who partakes in any form of RP so long as it is consensual. Also, it goes without saying that ERP is not my priority when writing my character. If that's ALL you do in FFXIV, our interests differ vastly, so just look elsewhere.◈ If you press me for any RP interaction that makes me uncomfortable, I will blacklist you, block you, yeet you off of Eorzea, etc.◈ Thank you for taking the time to read this section! If you would like to discuss anything OOCly, please don't hesitate to send me a tell or ask for my discord.

Overview

Full Name: Jari (Yah-ree) "Strömkarlen" Ulvsangen.Aliases: Wintergale; The Wandering Poet; Strömkarlen; Avarice; Blizzard of Mizushima; Onikoroshi; Fubuki; Captain "Harry von Hansen" of the Saebroga [[Dread of the Sea]].Birthname: Hjálmarr, born to the tribe SkogdundrAge: Appears youthful; claims he is over eighty. He's probably not exactly forthcoming about his age and that number is a lie. :>Orientation: Undoubtedly heterosexual; no exceptions.Occupation: Information broker; Fixer; Celebrated Musician; Socialite; Undercover pirate.Affiliations: Ala Mhigo; Doma; Hingashi (As a musician with ties to the Yakuza); former citizen of Garlemald.Languages known: Veenan, Common, Gridanian/ Old Coerthan, Hingan, and Garlean.Interests: Sparring, adventure, marksmanship, music, wintery climes, dancing, any cause to indulge and celebrate, and caring for animals.Instruments: Hardingfele, Harp, Nyckelharpa, Violin, Acoustic guitar, Aetheroelectric guitar, specializes in most string instruments and clean vocals.Birth Date: 4th Sun of the 1st Astral MoonEthnicity: VeenaBirthplace: Skatay RangeCharacter inpirations: Ruki (Vocals, the GazettE), Joakim Berg (Vocals, Kent), Atsushi Sakurai (Vocals, Buck-Tick), GACKT, Miyavi, and of course: Ri Haku (李白) — the real 'Wandering Poet'.Fictional inspirations: Johnny Silverhand (Cyberpunk 2077, John Wick, Inuyasha, Hikaru Genji.

Relationships

Parents: DeceasedMarital status: Single.Pets: Skadi, a wolf cub, and Freyja, a snowy sparrow from northern Othard.

Physical traits

Eye Color: An aurific topaz, akin to liquid gold.
Hair Color: Silver; he might appear with dark grey to black hair once in a blue moon.
Height: Abnormally taller than his Veenan kith.

Personality

Usual Mood: Brusque, cocky, gruff. He has a hidden softer side.

Wintergale

Men den, vars hjärta ett skogsrå stjäl får aldrig det mer tillbaka

Several turns past, before the lifespan of a hale and hearty Elezen, a viera kit was born atop the Skatay Range. A region on the highest of peaks and foothills betwixt the Burn and the Kingdom of Dalmasca…where only the hardiest of the frost-bound viera survived isolated from the rest of Othard as we know it. Orphaned at a tender age, the kit named Hjálmarr was raised by fellow warders of his tribe. Given the nickname Jari, the kit spent his youth honing his skills and ascend to becoming one of the fierce warders tasked with guarding the perimeter of their sacred land.As a warder—like many of those of his number— Jari had a knack for survival in the gelid desolace nestled in the misty clouds. He was one of the most notable male trackers in his tribe. Jari was known for his solitary tendencies among the Viera younglings. Oft, he would prefer solitude, tracking game through the dense evergreen forests and scaling the steep cliffs of the Skatay Range. Poems and stories state that he could communicate with the wolves there. Of the many wolves that he had befriended— two wolves, namely Baldr and Skadi, who were mates and accompanied him on many forays through the seaons.As Jari grew older, his reputation as a lone wolf only grew. He became known as "Ulvsangen," the song of the wolf, for his ability to mimic the haunting howls of the wolves he encountered. He became a feared and respected figure among his tribe, and many young Veena aspired to follow in his footsteps. Despite his reputation for being a solitary figure, the snowy Viera Warder was deeply in love with a particular woman in his tribe.Swan-white, bearing a shield of gold, a bannered spear in hand— this woman was a skilled huntress. The Warder and his interest crossed paths beyond the three to five summers the warders would revisit the village. Jari was drawn to her fierce independence and her ability to spar with him with effortless ease. They spent many long suns together, tracking game through the forests and sharing songs and stories by firelight. He enjoyed singing to her and she seemed to look forward to their clandestine meetings.How abundantly clear it was that they were two halves of a whole! The hum of their voices and song harmonized seamlessly with the Green. Their love for each other was not unknown—winter, stars, the trees, and the pallid moon in the skies bore witness to their union. However, a rare bitterness became increasingly apparent among the pines…the elders of the tribe promised the veena woman man, seeking alliance with a neighboring tribe.Despite this revelation, he remained by her side. Jari would keep his distance, continuing to roam the Skatay Range alone, his reputation as a skilled defender and tracker growing with each passing turn. But despite his accomplishments, he continued to love her. He would care for her from afar, always keeping her safety and well-being in his thoughts.Be it by the grand hand of Fate or divine intervention, the man to whom she had been promised was killed a stone's throw away from the tribe's perimeter. The woman was skilled in hunting and in tune with the Mist. But there was something awry about the magick that surrounded her just then. The elders ordered her capture but she escaped into the wilds.The snowy Viera pursued her through toward the foothills only to find himself and the woman in tow captured by Garleans. Just as the warder and his female compatriot had reunited, they were soon torn apart: Jari was sent to Ala Mhigo to make up for dwindling numbers. There, he would endure many horrors, much discrimination, and hardship. Axe ripped from calloused hands and cast into the depths of the Ruby Sea, Jari would then be forced to don a more ‘civilized’ weapon: the Garlean gunblade.After much discreet planning, Jari assisted Eorzean forces to stage a coup before he was sent to Doma. There, he made a name for himself by doing odd jobs and playing his unique music at obscure venues for the elite, hiding as a civilian among the vipers of the Garlean Empire. Though he was talented, his musical persona was always meant to be a farce: acting as both a sellsword and a double agent. Jari despised his captors, but he would remain with them until he knew the whereabouts of his lost love. Skilled and intuitive, he was quick to find promising leads. Alas, those were impossible to pursue without being discharged - but to be discharged under his circumstances meant only one thing: death. This is when the erstwhile warder staged his premature demise to fight for his freedom and of those that they oppressed indiscriminately.After the Garleans saw their ultimate downfall, Jari stayed there to aid locals who facilitated his escape....those of not-so-noble occupation to whom he owed a great debt. He was all but shackled before he found further fame and paid off his owed sum in Gil. Fame begat infamy, and so Jari found his career in music. For a time, the Viera let fade his desire to search for her... He was afforded countless luxuries and showered with love from adoring fans and grew to become a household name.To onlookers, Jari had it all—but there was trouble brewing in paradise: no amount of Gil, beautiful women, or dalliances could erase glimpses of her countenance, silence her voice, or muddy her song from memory. The clues to her whereabouts lead to dead ends. Having left no stone unturned, it struck him then to write about her and sing of his time spent with her. Sing about the circumstances of their separation. Hoping that it would reach the pair of ears he so earnestly sought to recount his stories to once more.

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