BASICS
Full Name: Terran Matthias Rieneport
Nickname(s): None! (That heâs aware of, anyway)
Age: 23
Birthday: Â 27th Sun of the 4th Umbral Moon (August 27th)
Race: Half-Hyur (Midlander)/Half-Elezen (Wildwood). He definitely favors the Hyur side of things, though.
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Romantic Orientation: Heteroromantic
Relationship Status: Single Pringle.
PHYSICAL APPEARANCE
Face Claim: N/A
Hair: A brown so deep itâs almost black. Straight and long, hanging down beneath his shoulder blades in length. Sometimes, heâll add a tiny braid or two to it. Just one or two. Wouldnât want to upset its luxuriousness.
Eye Color: A deep blue.
Height: 6â˛1âł
Build: Muscular. Heâs a tough little shit.
Distinguishing Marks/Characteristics: The long hair (itâs glorious, and youâll never tell him otherwise); the beard he canât (or wonât) seem to part with; that winning grin; a couple of scars across his right pectoral; the way that his ears point *just* a little near the tops. If youâre not looking for it, youâll miss it.
Common Accessories: A bandana he is literally N E V E R without; a silver flask, its contents something he is reluctant to share with anyone; an ornate-looking throwing dagger; his sword, Harlequin.
PERSONAL
Profession: In-between jobs? Heâll take whatever you throw at him. Otherwise, heâs tanning hides.
Ooh yeah, you heard me.
Hobbies: Leatherworking, working out, cooking. Sometimes, he knits. Please donât tell anyone.
Languages: He barely speaks his native language, and you want him to know more than that?
Residence: An apartment in the Goblet.
Birthplace: Gridania.
Patron Deity: Nophica
RELATIONSHIPS
Parents: Sazeane Rieneport and Aldred Wright. Both still living. Dad was more than kind of a douche, so after seventeen years of his life, Terran took his momâs surname.
Siblings: None that he knows of, but itâs a gamble on what his dadâs been up to all of these years.
Children: One, a boy named Mathieu. Heâs four, and he lives with his mother, Lorelei Gabriev, near Limsa Lominsa.
Pets: None!
Additional information
Smoking Habit: No.
Drugs: No.
Alcohol: Is water wet? Itâs a miracle he even has a liver at all.
RP Hooks
âItâs Rieneport⌠Like, Wineport, but⌠Look, donât think too hard about it.â
What do you get when you cross a Wildwood with a Midlander?
The cosmic joke that is Terran Rieneport, thatâs what.
Bar Hopper: Terranâs favorite pastime? Being drunk. He frequents bars of all names, shapes, sizes, and locations. He drinks enough to kill any normal man, and heâs super sharp at any tavern game you can come up with. How, one might ask, is he so good when he can hardly stand up straight? A mystery in three parts! Or perhaps just one, but thatâs up to you to figure out.
âWhyâre ya lookinâ at me like that? Â Course I was born here!â
Gridania: While he may not live there any longer, and despite the fact that he looks like he just rolled fresh out of a sand dune, he was born and did live in Gridania for the first seventeen years of his life. Maybe you remember him from the years he spent growing up there, before he was a Grade A Fuckboy. When the guy had a conscience.
Lewd: It is absolutely no secret that Terran is a lover of the ladies. It is also no secret that he tends to leave said ladies come morning light, if not kick them out of his room on his own. His name is known far and wide for his (less than gentlemanly) activities. Some people are okay with it. Others want to stone him. Whatever the case, heâs strangely good with the opposite sex, though heâs not big on boasting about it. In fact, he might ask you not to mention it.
âRight. Soon as the three of you stop spinninâ, Iâm knockinâ ya on yer ass.â
Swordplay, archery, and arena fights: Despite what it might look like, Terran loves his swords. He loves swordplay. He loves archery, he loves hunting. But most importantly, he loves arena battles and spars. He might be attending them. He might be participating in them. Once upon a time, he used to actually excel in all of the aforementioned, and he still may yet.
Unless youâre following his drunk ass around, youâll never know, will you?
âPersonally⌠I think the little green oneâs a lot softer'n the..- What?!â
Ooh, little trinkets!: When heâs not lugging around more armor than a normal person should wear on the daily for mundane activities, heâs either making various items and garments out of leather, or knitting. Yes, you heard me. Yes, his wares are for sale. No, he doesnât want to talk about it.
Carrd goes here!