Natural Misfit

Vandraux grew up a natural misfit among his own kind. Born from a widowed Duskwight mother and a cowardly Wildwood father whom fled way before his birth, Van faced the harsh reality of the real world at a young age, forced to learn how to steal just to put food in his and his mother's mouths, and forced to face discrimination from both Wildwoods and Duskwights alike.His natural balance of life remained untouched until the Garleans paved their way through his homeland, poisoning anything and everything that breathes with Black Rose. Van managed to escape the deadly gas. His mother, however, slowly suffered overtime.As the poison eventually took his mother's life, Van found himself alone, forced to do what he can to survive; from threatening and harming others for their valuables, selling his own body for Gil, and eventually joining a notorious Duskwight gang.

dossier

name ........................... vandraux valtrois.alias ................ van | prince of darkness.gender ............................................... male.sexuality ..................... pan | gay leaning.age ........................... late-20s (current).race ................................................. elezen.

appearance

At a glance, his skintone sets him apart from all other natural-born Duskwights; light-grey with a hint of lavender undertone. A stark difference from the usual dark-grey Duskwight skintones.Vandraux occasionally dresses himself up in ragged, tattered apparel. His usual outfits consists of ripped jeans complimented with leather jackets or denim vests, fishnets, and a whole lot of spikes and studs.Scars and stab wounds litter his body, and his tattoos refines his skin like artwork. Blacked out parts aids in making the floral design pop out around his body; an inked homage to his home in the Black Shroud. Even at farther distances, his stretched earlobes catches the attention of many. Occasionally, two rings are seen pierced on the end of his right brow.His mullet-mohawk is the staple of his appearance. He's never seen without his iconic hair, even in wanted posters that scatter the walls of cities he gained notoriety in.Overtime, his influence with his Avatar and as a Reaper becomes obvious with the 'Void corruption' spreading from his right chest to his entire right arm and hands. His eyes becomes a bright and vibrant purple with black slit pupils.

｢ ʀᴘ ꜱᴛᴀᴛᴜꜱ: ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇᴅ ｣

| A failed plan, a sabotaged gang, and the fear for his life leads Van on the run. This fate brings him to a story of love, loss, and a new life stemmed from enemies to lovers.

(c/w: mention of suicide and substance abuse)

• kahl timeline

｢ ʀᴘ ꜱᴛᴀᴛᴜꜱ: ᴏɴ-ɢᴏɪɴɢ ｣

| Inexperience and foolishness leads to the massacre of his gang members in this fate. With the help of a dark mysterious being with unrelenting, otherworldly powers, Van learns to manage and control the demon that haunted his life for years.

(c/w: slight mention of non-con subjects)

• griffith timeline [WIP]

| The tear in the fabric of Van's life begins wherever the fate of his gang, the Screechers, resides. Will they live in your story with Van? Or will they soon meet fate's end?

• [read about his gang]

A failed cargo robbing attempt en route to Gridania led to the capture and arrest of the Screechers; most of them, that is. Renaud's valiant sacrifice offered Van a swift escape, and soon he found himself running from Gridanian guards. Arrows flew past his head as he continued to run, and exhaustion left him no choice but to steal and flee on the back of a Chocobo.His escape was eventually successful, and soon he found himself on the snowy plains of Coerthas. The Chocobo, whom Van later named "Windrunner" for its speed and wind-like swiftness, stuck by his side along the treacherous journey through the heavy snow, no matter how many times he tried to get it to run back home. Windrunner's stubbornness and sudden liking to Van proved to be a feat of loyalty as the cold took a toll on the fleeing criminal. As he succumbed to the freezing cold, Windrunner carried him on his back through the snowstorm, blocking the snow as best he could from the fallen Duskwight.Soon enough, the Chocobo collapses as well, fate having both of them felled and spotted right at the gates of Camp Dragonhead.

Van eventually wakes up in a strange room beside a kindled hearth, approached by a silvery-haired Elezen with a smile as warm as the hot chocolate he offered.The Duskwight became instinctively defensive, assuming the strange Elezen was a Gridanian guard who managed to find where he fled to. The next few days were no different from the first; Van continued to keep his guard up as he rested in the quarters of the keep, but overtime his heart began to soften to him, and feelings developed soon after.The care and comfort the knight provided proved to Van that not everyone is his enemy, nor is everyone is after him. Never has he received this type of affection; not in a long time, that is.An amulet with the crest of House Fortemps embedded in it, gifted by the very same knight, provided Van the luxury to travel to and from Ishgard as he pleases- but that did not stop Van's conniving nature from going around stealing any goods and valuables he finds. His thievery soon caught the attention of a peculiar Dragoon; another Xaela of Ishgard, Kahl.Van's repeated offense became a game of cat and mouse with Kahl, and while one found joy in their little charade, the other found it a nuisance. This continued on for a good while, until one day Kahl eventually noticed the streets have been rather silent.Word quickly spread about the death of a knight of House Fortemps, and the grieving became as silent and heavy as the snow.Haurchefant was a savior to both Kahl and Van. His valiance and kind-heartedness devoid the embrace that death had on the two, so the news of his death struck the both of them hard. Especially Vandraux.

Right before his death, Van shared a night of intimacy with Haurchefant, their feelings intertwined and expressed both physically and emotionally. He wished the moment never ended, but an urgent knock on the door grabbed the attention of the selfless knight, and before he knew it, all the love and future memories were left unwillingly unrequited.This left Van to suffer and wallow in despair, accompanied with nothing else but suicidal thoughts and alcohol.For weeks he was left isolated in his depression, but there was a day he became saved by an unlikely hero. The day Van found no strength nor desire to continue living happened to be the day Kahl decided to visit his friend's grave. Upon arrival, he noticed a figure sat against the tombstone, and his heart sank as soon as Kahl realized what laid before his very eyes. Van was at the brink of death; his skin as pale as the snow, his body thin and frail from starvation.He was willing to die frozen beside Haurchefant's grave.Despite the hate Kahl had for Van, he could not stomach the thought of just letting him die there. The selflessness of a knight reflected upon Kahl as he carried the unconscious body back to his home, and from there he watched over him. Cared for him. Developed a softness towards him.Until one day, Van found a burning desire within him to live a better life. He left Kahl's home with a note of gratitude and farewell and began his journey in Othard. There, he honed his skills with daggers and blades and mastered the art of Ninjutsu.Several months went by, and Kahl's home remained silent. He couldn't help but feel depressed after returning home from his duty to an empty bed. How would he have known where Van went when the note that was left for him happened to be blown away by the wind and left to collect dust under a bookshelf? No matter, all of that subsided one morning as Kahl heard an all-too familiar voice in the market street of Ishgard.A voice that was greeted with a warm smile and teary-filled eyes."Hope you didn't miss me too much, big boy."

gpose by @ArduousBond

Ain't no rest for the wicked.It has been at least 6 years since the incident. Vandraux was left to flee from the 'accidental' massacre of his own gang and live out the rest of his life hiding within the busy streets of Ul'dah. There, he made business selling himself; whether it be for 'business or pleasure', none of it mattered so long as the Gil was worth the work.Like usual hard working individuals, a day to rest is always needed and desired, even for those who work on the streets. A previous customer of Van's, an all-too confident Roegadyn, did not care for such matter. He wanted what he desired, and Van was ripe for the taking in the back alleys of the city. Had it not been for a timely appearance of a dark, mysterious stranger with otherworldly powers, the Duskwight was certain he wouldn't live to see the morrow's sunrise.Van was shocked; not by the way the stranger killed off his attacker, no no, he was rather unphased by that...but by the way he dealt with him. Never before has he witnessed such power such as his...

gposes by @ArduousBond

...The power to summon and control shadow-like figures.This caught Van's fascination, and he couldn't help but be attracted to both the stranger's powers and appearance. Simultaneously, the Elezen's unphased reaction to the violent act upon the Roegadyn peaked the Au Ra's interest, and he desired to know more about him...Desired to understand why his shadowy 'friends' began to react differently around Van.A night of drinks and intimacy lead the pair to Van's apartment in the Goblet, and from there a turn of events took place that will forever change both of their lives. Dreams became nightmares as a key item from both their pasts rekindled a long buried memory that Griffith had forgotten about. The reason why his shadows, 'Saurga', reacted defensively around Van. It was the very reason he felt this same fear years ago. The reason he refuses to let what little remains of his past 'weak little fucker' self wander in his being.Griffith's signature hat.The very item he left behind 6 years ago after he was sent to retrieve an important cargo a gang 'supposedly' stolen that was en route to his boss. Left after he broke his promise to himself to never kill.Fear drove him to run away after clumsily sinking his blade into the gang leader's chest, believing he may have taken his life in the process.“Survive for me...”The last words he spoke before never being seen again.The last words Van took to heart, and the very word that is seen inked upon his neck to this day.Survive.

rules of engagement

PLAYER — Lucian | 30 | pansexual transmanMARE — DM or ask in-game to swap Mare codes!GPOSE — Personally, I am not too fond of offering collabs/solo shots when asked. I need to feel that spark of inspiration before I even open up gpose; because if I don't, the lack of love and quality put in them will be obvious. Feel free to DM me either way, but I promise you I will not be able to give a direct answer right away.REQUIRED — 18+ | MUST be okay with themes of violence and dark imagery.DISCLAIMER — My replies tend to be late; please be aware of this since I work a full-time graveyard shift. Please note as well that whatever I say/do in my replies DOES NOT REFLECT ME OOC. There is a very stark difference between IC and OOC.
Speaking of OOC, I love to talk and interact with anyone and everyone I RP with! So please don't be afraid to say hi if you just want to have a casual convo!THEMES — Gang-related violence, demonic/voidsent presence, dark and often cruel imagery, (aether) vampirism, adultery, prostitution, bloodplay, knifeplay.CONSENT IS A MUST! — I take this seriously. Vandraux has some darker details to his past that's not mentioned in his timelines/lores for reasons, and I prefer not to mention or dwell into those subjects in my replies unless consented by both parties. I also often dive into darker and more violent subjects of eroticism in roleplays, so if interested, please ask me and I'll tell you if I consent to participating in that type of roleplay or not!