
Lo, upon his spear do the heavens turn
starseer
Former sailor, reserve Knight Dragoon, and reticent oracle, he is intimately entwined with foretelling the futures of others, his own fate unknown; a blind man that helps others to see.
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regulations
.ONE. All characters and players must be over the age of 21. Self-explanatory..TWO. Velitas is a lore-compliant to lore-adjacent character. He can be tuned for both low-power slice-of-life interactions at a venue, or more challenging encounters involving lancework or healing. He cannot go toe-to-toe with a Warrior of Light, and will actively avoid WoLs and voidsent. I would prefer to keep him away from cyberpunk and situations involving the First..THREE. Keep in-character and out-of-character separate. Please don't take anything about Velitas or his behavior personally. Relationships your character has with Velitas are not relationships with me, the player..FOUR. About my roleplay style. In general, I am a reasonably-paced writer with a shorter, more dynamic reply that will give my writing partner a chance to respond to an action. Usually 2 or 3 sentences (about one text box in-game). I won't pad out my style with much internal monologue or reasoning. If you want to write longer replies, that's fine, but I will not often mirror that.I'm not okay with attempts to maim or kill Velitas in a scene. I will leave a scene that attempts to force me into a scenario I don't want to be in.
.FIVE. I am not looking for long-term relationships for Velitas. I am very happy with the people I write with and the time that I'm currently investing in his relationships..SIX. No godmodding or metagaming. I frown upon the use of out-of-character means to obtain in-character knowledge and leverage over my character. I will also not look kindly on decisions made for my character in someone else's replies..SEVEN. About verses. I have multiple verses that I write in, and only one is public. I understand that this may make things confusing, and I thank you in advance for your courtesy and your understanding. Please send a tell if you need any clarification..EIGHT. About main story timelines. The timeline that I work with says that it has been between 10 and 13 years since the Calamity, and about 6-7 years since the Dragonsong War ended.
.blind visionary.This universe is used for public roleplay in FFXIV, and is the one you are likely to encounter him in.Following a series of devastating heartbreaks and a journey of inquiry to Urqopacha, he has all but given up on love—a tough situation, given his work as a host at the lounge Pelagio.While he can take lovers and sexual partners at will, he usually leaves his sexual affairs in the hands of his lover and caretaker, Navrys Quilarain. He spends his spare time immersed in the study of stellar aetherology and the crafting of aetherial lenses for astroscopes, and is preparing a treatise for submission to the Studium.

Vera delectatio hominis est facere quod creatus est
blind
oracle
A quiet, serious beauty. If you should long for his heart, he will hold you at arm's length. The stars are not right...
.Name. Velitas Noirterel
.Age. 33
.Race. Duskwight Elezen.
.Height and build. 207.2 cm. Strong, somewhat brawny, with defined legs, back, and shoulders.
.Occupation. Entertainer/storyteller and oracle. Reserve officer (second lieutenant) of the Knights Dragoon.
.Affiliations. The Congregation of Our Knights Most Heavenly, The Admiralty of Limsa Lominsa.
.Canon jobs. DRG, AST.
.Guardian. Llymlaen, the Navigator.
.Gender situation. Cis male.
.Sexuality. Homosexual.
.Scent. Warm, intoxicating ambergris, and faint traces of the simple green scent of olive oil soap.
.Proficiencies. Skilled at carving bone, ivory, and wood. Artistic skill with a pencil or charcoal. Plays the tin whistle and the transverse flute.
.Distinguishing features. He has a single scar coiling around his right bicep—it is older and faded, clearly received when he was much younger. Small puckered scars cover his left leg from mid-thigh down. A large set of scars on his back with the telltale rake-and-puncture pattern of a wyvern, though it is almost always seen on corpses rather than living men. On cold, damp days, he may favor his left leg.Characters with the ability to sense aether will understand him as an Elezen with a sizeable aether pool that exhausts normally, but takes longer to refill.Characters with aethersight will see a man with two different aether signatures: the true color of his aether is hard to see, coated in a slick of tarnished silver-gray. He reads as having a decidedly Umbral polarity, with a slight tendency toward an earthen aspect..Voice claim. Hikaru Midorikawa (JP), Theo James (EN).

.Personality. Haunted by the loss of his crew during the Calamity (and his family just afterwards), Velitas has difficulty forming close emotional bonds, and keeps back his true feelings from those who are not close enough to him to know them. Charming but reserved, he is quite skilled at deflection, playing with words and metaphor until a difficult question has been defanged, robbed of its bite. All this skill disappears, however, when called upon to speak of himself. Direct questions that he cannot worm his way out of will often fluster him, revealing his earnest and guarded heart more than he likes.
He is hard-working, loyal to a fault, and lawful so long as he loves the law-giver. His devotion to his gods is unquestioning, whether it takes the form of stoic contemplation in Saint Reymanaud's Cathedral, or a private altar with wine and carved stone figures. He asks the gods to hear him, and They always do, even if Their answer is silence, not succor.
Any other man might be forgiven for thinking that the gods had cursed him. But Velitas is devout, and through his faith, attempts to understand what the Twelve—and other Divinities—have woven into his fate. Although he has thought of himself as unlucky, he now recognizes that he was merely unlucky in love.
He has a bit of a salacious reputation in the Congregation's barracks and in the lower houses of the nobility, having sought the physical connections he craves in beds both high and low, without taking on emotional risk. He is discreet about liaisons (even past ones), protecting the closeted and/or married men in whose arms he has sought refuge.

Vera delectatio hominis est facere quod creatus est

connections
Beloved Death.
His lover and king, until the end.
Master.
Kept and cherished by him.
Free Dragoon.
Loyal defender and sweetheart.
Found sister.
The closest thing to family he's got.
Old flame burns hot.
He would seek if he could find.

Origins
Velitas Noirterel is from a poor Duskwight peasant family that made their home in the north Central Shroud, near the head of the Furline Road that leads to Coerthas. His family worked for Lady Amandine at Haukke Manor; his mother was the head laundress, his father a servant. From an early age, Velitas worked in the Haukke Manor kitchens like his brothers and sisters, scrubbing huge kettles and turning spits under the watchful eye of the cook, a friend of his mother's.When he was about eleven or twelve, he was apprenticed to a woodcutter. Although he lasted a couple years hauling logs and working as a sawyer's assistant, the constant fear of woodsin didn't agree with him. He ran away from his employer, and stumbled into the well-paying work of being a guard for hire, far from the threat of being taken by the greenwrath. He eventually ended up in Limsa Lominsa, where he learned how to use a harpoon, picked up the finesse of bladework, and indulged in dalliances with any man who happened to be around.After the Calamity, he hungered for knowledge of his kin in Gridania. Had they survived the flames that engulfed the Twelveswood? Translating his skill with a harpoon into skill with a lance, he made his way back slowly to Gridania, finding too many people in need of help whose stories tugged at his heartstrings.When he arrived back in the Twelveswood, he found that Lady Amandine had drawn his family into her dark dealings. Every one, from his father down to his smallest sister, had been slain at her whim. Bereft and enraged, Velitas joined the Lancer's Guild to improve his lancework, putting his experience with the harpoon into heavy service. He cheered the day when he could finally count his family avenged, only to discover that the black-robed Ascians were behind his sudden bereavement, and his revenge was incomplete.After that, he answered Ishgard's call to war and joined the Knights Dragoon. Though an enlisted man, by the end of the War he distinguished himself enough to be offered a commission and reached the rank of second lieutenant. All this in spite of a deadly injury and the whispers of heresy that hung around him like the Brume. Even calling upon favors from high places could not keep tongues from wagging about 'improper veneration'.He was placed on reserve after the War was over, and answers Ishgard when She calls. During the time of burning skies, he was part of Ishgard's contributed military might. He spent several moons overseas in Thavnair, first defending the populace, and then helping with shipbuilding efforts after the skies calmed.
Never say of a wife or child, "I have lost them," but "I have returned them." Have they died? They are returned. What difference is it to you who Death assigns to take them back? While they are yours, take care of them, but do not view them as your own, for they are His, and Death claims them as surely as day yields to night.
universe
.Death's oracle.As if ordained by fate, the bounding stag met the last hunter in the cooling days of autumn: Count Verrot Mielnoireu, nefarious mage of melodies and Death Himself.The two began a slow courtship, during which Verrot discovered the younger man's skill at foretelling, the power that allows him to withstand the touch of Death, and the tender green of his splintered soul.Shortly after the darkest part of winter, Velitas discovered a comet of ominous portent. He prophesied that there would be a great trial, born of terrible arrogance, and cautioned Verrot about the coming chaos.Some moons later, Verrot called Velitas to his side. Though it was to be for but a moon, Velitas arrived at the manor and never left. They are nigh inseparable.

Mors nobis omnibus arridet, omnia quae homo facere potest, rursus arridere est.
