Krane Carnelian

Terminally busy bard feeling everything way too much

((OOC: Not new to RPing but new to doing it in FF14; your patience is appreciated! I'm > 21 yrs old but not interested in ERP. I'm an old fart and am just here to vibe.))

Background

Krane was born to Steppe Xaelas of two rather different tribes: his father Lehdun, a Dazkar homemaker and fisher, his mother Moha, a Dotharl warrior with an aptitude for healing.

They came to settle in Kugane under the name 'Carnelian', after the stone that reminded Lehdun so much of his beloved eyes. Though a jarring shift from their nomadic life, they made do: him catching and selling fish and she a sell sword whenever she wasn't also selling herbal medicines. Intent on effacing their son's true name from memory, Krane was renamed for the Hingan symbol of the two things his parents wished most for him: happiness and longevity.They did their best to build for Krane a future free from the restrictive roles of his Dotharl ancestry. Through repetitive tasks. Work, chores, carefully orchestrated social outings, very few creative outlets. No time to sit with his own thoughts for too long. A mood altering alchemical compound every morning with breakfast. Freedom; just measured freedom.But Krane came to long for something far more tantalizing than fish and medicine making: music. While he had a lifetime of prose and melodies to craft, it was met with cold indifference by his parents - if not outright refusal of support. Inevitably Krane left his home, fleeing to Eorzea to experience the wider range of diverse ideas and peoples of the citiy states, dreaming of things more lucrative and glamorous than his routine in Kugane.He lived hand to mouth on the streets of Ul'dah for a time, playing his songs in hopes of delighting some fat cat elite and getting to do it for a living wage. And when at last he found his patron, Miss Streyani Helmsmand... well, she couldn't give a dzoshit about music. She had shelves to sell and ventures to order. Thus Krane's career as a retainer began.

Likes/Dislikes

Likes: music, games of chance, gossip, sweet drinks, dogsDislikes: libraries, stormy days, his mother, voidsent, his tail

Basic Info

AGE: 25 summersGENDER: MaleAPPEARANCE: Copper skinned, black and currant colored hair kept in a bun, bright violet eyes/limbal rings.JOB(s): Retainer to Mistress Streyani Helmsmand; part time cafe worker at Fortune's Bloom; playing his songs wherever they'll be tolerated.SKILLS: Music composition, singing, poetry, fishing, medicine making, childcare.PERSONALITY: He's quick to shower others with praise and even quicker to deflect any returned to him. Full blown martyr complex. Workaholic. Does his best to adapt and assimilate to any crowd for want of acceptance. Fond of poetry, tales of daring do obviously blown out of proportion, and the trashiest of romance novels. He has a propensity for poeticism and romance but ends up loosing himself to the grandeur of his emotions way too hard and fast for his own good. Will do anything for the ones he loves except love himself. Currently taking an alchemical compound alongside talk therapy to help curb his anxiety.

Hooks

SOMETHING FISHY IN KUGANE: Before he ran off, Krane was a regular around Kogane Dori with his father Lehdun and mother Moha, selling fish and medicine and, hopefully, not getting the two mixed up...STARVING BARD: He's quite talented musically and is constantly dreaming up new songs, but music and art in general can cloud his more practical judgement, leading to poor choices.STEPPE-ING OUT: Krane once longed for the modernity of city life, but he's come to cherish the Steppe roots his parents had to run from.DRINK THAT RESPECT NHAAMA JUICE: Women are glorious. Gay, straight, bi, trans, ace, aro: he'll sing your praises just because he's in love with the very /concept/ of women.AU RA'S BEST FRIEND: He adopted an abandoned bullpup: Cheeks. Cheeks is a loaf of dog.RETAINER? I BARELY KNEW HER!: Look, he's a retainer, roll with that, I just wanted to make this joke.

Sounds kind of like...

Because MIDIs can only do so much, the following are good examples of the general feel and sound of Krane's music for those curious:

There lived in the tribe of the Dotharl two bitter rivals : Moha the Wind Cutter and Akhonur the Raking of Crags. What first began their quarrel is lost to time, but ever did one seek to outdo the other since. Duels that brought either to the brink of death were not uncommon.~One day a new, far greater foe appeared before them. An invasion by enemies that commanded massive constructs of metal and magiteck.~Both Akhonur and Moha bore great love for their land and people; greater than even their rivalry. With hopes of rallying as many of their Steppe brethren to their side, even those opposed to conflict and battle, Akhonur sought out a truce with Moha, who agreed to lead the charge alongside him. His axe cleaved the path forward. Her bow rained swift death upon any foe left standing.~The other Xaela tribes, emboldened by the known rivals working to combine their formidable strengths, rose to the occasion. Triumph was near.~Then the greatest of the metal sentinels was unleashed upon them, leaving naught but corpses in its wake.~But Dotharl do not fear death. Akhonur pressed on, confident even in the face of the devastation that they would be victorious.~Moha, however, had not long prior found her first reason to fear death: her beloved Lehdun of the Dazkar. A love that all but blotted out her allegiance to her tribe, land and past life's history of an undaunted warrior.~Moha, fearing death at last, bade her unit retreat. Akhonur fought down to the last man, awaiting support that never came. When at last he stood alone against the monstrosity, he scaled it with inhuman tenacity, naught but wrath propelling him forward. With one last swing of his weapon, the pilot and heart of the machine were decimated. The cacophony was heard for malms away.~They had bested the invaders. But the Dotharl lost one of their most celebrated warriors. Until, of course, a few seasons later. When Moha would bare her Lehdun their first child, and look upon the face of her lost rival...