BASICS
Full Name: Terran Matthias Rieneport
Nickname(s): None! (That he’s aware of, anyway)
Age: 23
Birthday: 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 it’s almost black. Straight and long, hanging down beneath his shoulder blades in length. Sometimes, he’ll add a tiny braid or two to it. Just one or two. Wouldn’t want to upset its luxuriousness.
Eye Color: A deep blue.
Height: 6′1″
Build: Muscular. He’s a tough little shit.
Distinguishing Marks/Characteristics: The long hair (it’s glorious, and you’ll never tell him otherwise); the beard he can’t (or won’t) 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 you’re not looking for it, you’ll 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? He’ll take whatever you throw at him. Otherwise, he’s tanning hides.
Ooh yeah, you heard me.
Hobbies: Leatherworking, working out, cooking. Sometimes, he knits. Please don’t 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 mom’s surname.
Siblings: None that he knows of, but it’s a gamble on what his dad’s been up to all of these years.
Children: One, a boy named Mathieu. He’s 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? It’s a miracle he even has a liver at all.
RP Hooks
“It’s Rieneport… Like, Wineport, but… Look, don’t think too hard about it.”
What do you get when you cross a Wildwood with a Midlander?
The cosmic joke that is Terran Rieneport, that’s what.
Bar Hopper: Terran’s favorite pastime? Being drunk. He frequents bars of all names, shapes, sizes, and locations. He drinks enough to kill any normal man, and he’s 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 that’s up to you to figure out.
“Why’re ya lookin’ at me like that? Course I was born here!”
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, he’s strangely good with the opposite sex, though he’s not big on boasting about it. In fact, he might ask you not to mention it.
“Right. Soon as the three of you stop spinnin’, I’m knockin’ ya on yer ass.”
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 you’re following his drunk ass around, you’ll never know, will you?
“Personally… I think the little green one’s a lot softer'n the..- What?!”
Ooh, little trinkets!: When he’s not lugging around more armor than a normal person should wear on the daily for mundane activities, he’s either making various items and garments out of leather, or knitting. Yes, you heard me. Yes, his wares are for sale. No, he doesn’t want to talk about it.
Carrd goes here!