Ivarios Leauhevuet

The Prince Fury:
Born amid the unforgiving wastes of Coerthas, Ivarios was discovered as a shivering infant clutched by his dead mother—her body claimed by a brutal blizzard and huddled for cover in the Brume. The austere Ishgardian Orthodox Church snatched him from death’s cold grasp and molded him into a living weapon for the people. His childhood was ruthlessly stripped away through endless, punishing combat drills and an ironclad upbringing in the church’s dogma, forcing him to mature in the crucible of hardship and birth the title of Prince Fury. Anointed as the sacred son of Halone, he waged a fierce war against dragons—until one bone-chilling, eerily silent night in the frozen wastes of Coerthas, A merciless horde of colossal wyrms unleashed devastation upon their camp, annihilating comrades and leaving his soul scarred. Gravely injured, he became a living symbol of failure, a disgrace in a culture that worships war, and thus was forcefully demoted. Outraged by this stain on his honor, the very Church that had once built him up obliterated every trace of his existence from their hallowed halls. At least that’s the reason the Church and history books will ever claim. He knows better.

"I was taught to kneel, submit, believe, and fear the wyrm's fire, but their cold, unyielding faith that truly burned me."

The Forlorn Healer:
Shunned by Ishgard, Ivarios journeyed southeast into the shadowed depths of the Black Shroud, seeking the forbidden art of healing from the conjurer guild. For agonizing months he lay confined in an infirmary bed—a silent witness to the ceaseless murmur of fledgling white mages, the conspiratorial whispers of leaders embroiled in Gridanian politics, and the mundane chatter of daily life he had never known. Initially, the talk of nature’s embrace and the elemental balance struck him as foolish, but as the delicate cadence of the world seeped into his battered heart, he began to sense the spectral melodies that had been hidden all his life. When he finally summoned the strength to move, he plunged into those lessons and wandered through Gridania, where the serene peace of Gridanian existence shattered the rigid chains of his faith. Raised to be Halone’s fierce avatar, he had never known true justice, only the ruthless demands of destiny. Desperate to defy his own mortality and escape destiny’s suffocating grip, he threw himself into the study of healing. Burdened with crippling debt to the conjurer guild for overstaying his infirmary bed, he joined ragged adventuring parties in a frantic hustle for any gil, their paltry coin forcing him to diversify his skills. In the dead-end corridors of despair, he sank into courtesan work, stretching his talents and even bartering his body just to secure a cold, temporary shelter for the night.

"They carved faith into my bones... They said devotion would save me. Instead, it left me hollow—a chalice drained of all but regret."

The Warrior of Light:
At first, when the exploits of the fabled Warrior of Light reached his ears, Ivarios scoffed with bitter indifference. To him, the Warrior was merely another broken soul—a pathetic mirror reflecting his discarded existence, condemned by circumstance and spat out by a cruel world. The scandalous accusation of murder of the sultana of Uldah leveled against them initially confirmed his deep-seated belief that the world would eventually devour its own. Yet, his cynicism faltered when he learned they had Ended the Dragonsong war and forced the iron-fisted theocracy of Ishgard to yield, opening its fortified walls to embrace outsiders and Aid in alleviating suffering far beyond boreal Coerthas. In that revelation, Ivarios’s fury surged anew, feeling robbed of the achievements that should have been his—a theft of moments and victories destined for his own. As he watched Ishgard’s once frigid heart thaw into a vibrant, thriving sanctuary, his resentment grew into a burning, unrelenting Hatred for the Warrior of Light. Victory after hard-won victory only fanned the flames of his fury

I am open to any genre or themes explored in RP -- it all depends on the prompt. OOC plotting is extremely encouraged!I prefer longer Novella-type responses: Min 1 Paragraph 3-5 sentences. BUT I do understand when there are times when a response can be limited. as long as the story is progressing. Also don't feel pressured to match.. I just really like writing ^ ^'Discord RP would probably be best, as I have a job that is demanding of my time. I am more likely to squeeze in a response when I'm out of my home state
IG RP can be scheduled ahead! I am just limited on the weeks I am home due to work, But if we plan something I will make time for you <3I am very big on keeping healthy boundaries and maintaining self care. I WILL NEVER get angry or upset if life get is in the way of writing me a response.

RULES
1. I fully believe in over-communication and honesty- without either, we cannot have a healthy relationship. If there is ever anything that you are not okay with, I expect you to communicate that with me, as I will do with you.2. I will not tolerate hateful behavior including transphobic or anti lgbtq+ speech, racism, ableism, etc. from you, the MUN.3. You must be 18+ to RP with me. Mun and Muse must also be over the age of 18. I will not interact with minors IC or OOC in an NSFW way.4. I am not my character and my character is not me. IRL does not bleed into RP and RP does not bleed into IRL