♦ ♦ DOSSIER
LEGAL NAME: nai zihnia
AGE: thirty-something last he checked
NAMEDAY: 9th sun of the 6th astral moon
RACE: rava viera
GENDER: male
SEXUALITY: is that allowed?
HAIR: short, sweeping and cream colored
EYES: ???
HEIGHT: 5'6"
BUILD: slim all around
UNIQUE FEATURES: sometimes his skin shows up with cracks. sometimes the cracks are filled with silver.
COMMON ACCESSORIES: a mask over his eyes that apparently comes in many colors.
PROFESSION: previously a retainer, currently a metal scrap collector and salvager, please buy his ugly tools and robots.
PROFICIENCY: well learned, decent at many crafts, a 'fixer' of a sort who, despite being unacquainted with the many things he tinkers with, can get most things up and running again with some persistence.
WEAPON(S): improvised nouliths, and sometimes rocks.
LANGUAGES: common
BIRTHPLACE: golmore jungle (?)
LIKES: learning new things, secrets, aiding in karmic retribution, funny ancient objects, treasure hunting, fixing things, taking things apart.
FEARS: confrontation, quicksand (the sand kind, not the bar kind), getting thrown, doors, crying in front of people, his older sister.
♦ ♦ HOOKS
♦ he isn't well liked by most establishments, but it's hard to tell why outside of the global argeement that he may be annoying. in spite of this, he's got great reviews for his services in ul'dah and emphasizes his desire to undertake even the most undesirable of jobs♦ how does a face look so punchable when you can't see a good portion of it? something about that mask really sets people off and many have tried to expose whatever could be beneath it.♦ he's rather nonchalant and blunt when speaking to people, with a tendency to prattle on about everything and nothing. used to being generally disliked, he doesn't have much regard for the privacy (or sanity) of others, and will subsequently backflip out of most situations where people treat him with overt kindness, rather than tolerance.♦ he's a tinkerer by nature even if he doesn't quite understand the broken things he invests in, he's managed to get a number of defunct machinery back on its legs, even if it's just barely. if you have cool looking garbage, he might be interested in taking it off your hands, or at the very least toy with it until it starts whirring again. he says it's in his nature to do such things.♦ the allagan sphere that follows him is a barely functioning "task organizer" he obtained from one of rowena's many lovely ladies for a hefty price. it barely obeys him and often shuts down or erupts into spikes in petulant fits of rage. it sounds like nails and radio static when it talks and makes you wonder if you understand mandragoras more than you understand the ball♦ he was part of a small offshoot rebel group along with his sister & his sister's wife when they lived in dalmasca, formed directly after the imperials' invasion. if you lived in the city at the time of its subjugation, you likely remember a massive explosion that happened toward one of the city gates, and possibly caught wind of wanted posters with his face before he faded into obscurity due to fleeing.♦ he presently tailgates an imposing woman who looks like she'd snap him in half as a stress relief activity, but the two seem to get along relatively well. what he serves her for, and what their relationship actually is, remains to be seen.
♦ ♦ NSFW GALLERY
i don't know what to say except i'm sorry that you were curious
♦ artwork by me
♦ artwork by others
♦ ♦ OOC
♦ i'm 30+ he/him♦ please don't send me gross tells. i know he's shlanging but that's for me.♦ i'm not really interested in random hookups/erp♦ my attention span is doodoo but i'm trying my best♦ drakenier
