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⸻ introduction
name elio.age 30+gender trans male ( he / him )orientation not interested in you.birthday ???species viera.position merc for hire.
navigation ⸻ appearance / personality / abilities
⸻ appearance
elio is a striking figure, his presence both unassuming and unsettling. He stands at an average height, but the weight of experience in his stance makes him seem taller—his posture loose yet guarded, always aware of his surroundings. His skin is a deep, earthen brown, kissed by the sun and marked by old scars, remnants of battles both fought and endured.His hair, an unruly mess of deep green, falls in loose waves and tangles, streaked with hues of blonde and orange as though perpetually caught in the fading glow of twilight. It often falls over his face, half-concealing the truth of his vision—his left eye, clouded and unseeing, a ghostly remnant of something lost. His right eye, by contrast, is a piercing shade of red, an eerie and almost unnatural glow lurking beneath his tired gaze—a mark of something greater than himself, something he refuses to acknowledge.His ears are long and floppy, a feature that makes him seem almost approachable in contrast to the sharpness of his expression. They twitch when he’s on edge, a silent tell that betrays his otherwise careful control. His features are sharp, his cheekbones high, his jawline angular, though softened by exhaustion. His lips, often pressed into a neutral line, rarely curve into anything resembling a true smile.
His clothing is practical, built for travel—a patchwork of worn leathers, Ishgardian fabric repurposed into a heavy cloak, gloves with the fingers cut off, and boots that have seen better days. Every piece serves a purpose, layered for protection and warmth rather than style. The only embellishment he allows himself is a single silver chain around his neck, the pendant long since lost, and the faint traces of war paint sometimes smudged against his skin—more habit than tradition.To those who glimpse him in passing, he looks like any other wandering mercenary, another blade-for-hire on the road. But for those who look closer, for those who recognize the way his shadow stretches just a little too long in the firelight, the way his right eye gleams like the dying embers of something ancient, there is an unshakable sense that he is something more. Something forgotten. Something that does not wish to be found.
⸻ personality
Elio Deveraux is a tempest, a contradiction of bitterness and power, ever on the edge of collapse and vengeance. His soul is a battle-worn canvas, painted with scars both literal and emotional, a figure forged from the shadows of an ancient, manipulative legacy. Though his exterior is cold and distant, his eyes betray the haunted soul within—one that carries the weight of a past too heavy to bear. He wears his anger as armor, lashing out at anyone who dares approach, distrustful of those who would offer help, and yet, beneath the rough exterior, there are moments of vulnerability that Elio himself cannot fully comprehend.Raised as a tool, not a son, Elio’s every action has been influenced by the bloodstained hands of his father, whose obsession with Zodiark’s resurrection left Elio with little choice but to become a vessel for forces he never sought. He harbors no illusions about himself or the world around him—there is only survival, there is only rage. Yet, despite his violent nature, there is a faint flicker of something softer within him, a longing to escape the cycle of manipulation and use that has bound him since birth. His work as a mercenary is not just an outlet for his rage but a desperate attempt at freedom—freedom from the expectations of his bloodline, from the power of Zodiark, and from the suffocating grasp of those who see him only as a weapon.Elio’s trust is scarce, and his love even rarer, yet when he does open up, it's a soft and fragile thing, easily shattered by the cruelties of the world. For now, he carries his bitterness, his fear, and his pain like a blade that cuts anyone who comes too close, but deep within him lies the ghost of a man who could have been something more—if only the past hadn’t consumed him first.
⸻ abilities
healer, bound duty.
Elio, as a White Mage, wields the power of divine healing, but he is also known for his aggressive use of offensive magic. While his primary role may still be to heal and protect, he does not shy away from using potent spells to smite his enemies. His mastery of both light and restorative magic allows him to be both a potent healer and a formidable force in battle.While Elio is an offensive force to be reckoned with, his aggressive nature can sometimes lead to overexertion. Using powerful spells like Holy or Judgement requires immense energy and can leave Elio physically drained, especially when he overuses his healing magic in tandem with his offensive attacks. Elio's greatest challenge comes from balancing his natural desire to strike down foes with his role as a healer. His constant drive to want to always be on top sometimes leads him to neglect his own well-being, pushing himself to the limit in both battle and his recovery after.
