one for the fallen. two for the damned.
three for the ones lost in the sand.

bones. cards. dreams. death.
tula arawn. "nekros"

dossier

name: tula arawn | nekros | tuwile bajhiri | [ankoù eir arawn]
age: ?
gender: male (he/him)
species: viis | viera (rava) (?)
height: 5'5"
affiliation: alta vox
occupation: reaper. lorekeeper. cursebreaker.
aether: ashen, dense, wrapped in dark chains. companion cube throws off the same signature.

what does it mean to fall?
when one prays to death - it is a silent call. the ground holds its breath, the water does not sing. it waits, it waits - for that dream to be heard, to fade into the black eternity. death is an end of all things. but the wheel must spin, must change. for stagnation marks the end of everything.death is inevitable, but the star fears it when it walks free. this broken puppet knows the very air rejects his presence for his sins. he wished for life, for death - and the waking world waits for his wish to end.he walks with the creaks and snaps of the broken doll he is. he stares and drifts in the shadows, a companion cube at his side. he's a reaper. a puppet. a calamity. a speaker for the dead. faith made reality.
he's nothing at all.
but he is here. and he has no intention of breaking that thread anytime soon, even if it's a false story.so shall it be.he watches and waits. he knows that the wind screams for him to turn away, that order corrodes into ashes at his fingers, and when the light touches him, he burns for his sins, the unnatural thing he is.but this life - it is his (even if he is branded twice and his own aether sings of a faith he barely understands). it is all that he has that is his own to grab, even just for a moment.
not even the souls that he can hold in his hands can he keep. not even the whispers of the dead that whirl around him are his to claim. only his memories and the life that he lives in defiance of his cursed fate.this star did not want him, for he has sinned - but he's not ready to lay his head down and rest. not until all stories are kept and told.so he wished for a miracle and got a calamity - he split himself in two so he would never be lonely. but that isn't going to stop him from trying to fix the broken things, even if all is doomed to inevitably fade.because that's only what stops him from becoming nothing at all.

hooks

- fate: is known to be skilled in reading bone runes and tarot cards, for divination purposes as a hobby. he can and will give readings to those who ask and sometimes advertises in the Lane - for a price of gil or secrets.
- cube: known to be followed around by some sort of minion - and he will protect these minions with his life. most commonly seen one is a bone-white cube with black wings or a blue morpho. what this cube's purpose is often unknown.
- healer: known to reach out for those who need aid, both mundane and magical - he has a tendency to dislike seeing people suffer. it is said that he can even mend wounds on one's aether or soul, specializes in analyzing and breaking curses.
- death keeper: said to collect "the stories of the dead", whether it be stories of dead civilizations or the people themselves. it is said he has a bit of an obsession with death, as if it fuels him.

- puppet of eld: it is said that he is a puppet, built to serve a dead civilization, so that those who seek the stories of the forgotten may remember that they once lived, and that the stories of the dead is his faith, his purpose. his aether is split into a shadow so he does not have to bear the burden alone.
- of the underworld: it is said that he dances on the rivers of the lifestream, sings to the astral sea itself. he can sense not only the presence of those around him - but it is said he sees their very souls. it is said that, on occasion, he will throw open the gates to the underworld - at a hefty price.
- far from home: it is said he's not even from eorzea. his roots are across the rift, a star-filled sea - he travels on dreams. he fears light more than anything, for he knows the endless, faultless perfection that it brings. it is said that he speaks to the dreamspinners and dances to them with a cautious hand, for they know his name, they know his story.

ooc

mun: mela, 21+, she/they. mst timezone.please understand I will not write anything mature with any characters or any writers who are underage, and would prefer to write with characters who are over 18+ of age, but i welcome all rpers.spoilers: please be aware that tula's story has Patch 6.0+ spoilers.if something is confusing or makes you uncomfortable, or if you simply want to change something, please feel free to reach out and let me know.if you have an idea for a plot, feel free to send me a tell! i reserve the right to refuse any plots, but i like rping pretty much anything that doesn't outright destroy my character.i do not run any plots that deal with racism, sexism, homophobia/transphobia/etc., and just generally be a good person. this also includes the use of fetishing terms - i will not rp with people who call themselves a f*ta. thank you.i am also in a committed relationship with two people, so please do not cause any romance drama ooc. thank you!i have a few health issues which might randomly make me have to stop roleplaying (likely because i am suddenly falling asleep). i am almost always open for discord roleplay - please just ask. thank you for understanding.

connections

of ashes

some memories drift in the light. others, in the shadows.hades ktizo: operator of shadows
- one who also sings of the dead. friend. operator. confidant. this dancer of souls - he understood the ocean of the underworld, and not many can dance with a reaper so well...seraph ambrosias: mirror | speaker of life
- never the reaper would have dreamed - to find someone who could sing the same song as the reaper. never he would have dreamed - to find someone he could understand his soul. and yet - he once met an angel, a mirror in white - and the reaper relates to no one closer, even if the song he sings stands on the other side of the river.oswine fulke: the hunter
- a story of masks. a story of fate. a story of death and change and breaking chains. if it was not for this masked hunter - the reaper would have never made it out of the sea.amaris sullivan: the mad doctor of the living dead
and who is to say that a mortal cannot transcend the world of the living? he tries - with scalpel in hand, to bend the laws of the river to his command.cire'zi "henry" dhenrixa: moonlight
- one half of his shadow-stitched song. a misfortune to many, a blessing to this dead tragedy - a pale and black cat crossing. a pair of strange and stranger - star-crossed lovers that the spectre would break even his heartbeat oath for if only to dance forever.evan foxglove: sunlight
- the other half of his shadow-stitched song. a cook with a soul - a fire that burns so hot - it's cold. a love, a lover true, a hearth that the reaper always returns to.yasutane saya: shepherd of masked lambs
- a reaper of gates - a guardian of the dead - their duties led them to cross pathways, cross lives. the shepherd leads a flock - and the reaper dances amongst them - on a short leash, for lost things need many guides.

other relations- u'dhova tia: firelight
- erimosi and persefoni: white mirror, black mirror
- kristjan yukikaze: oh brother of mine - i have never forgotten you
- artemis qalli: songbird in soliloquy
- istolin de saillonaux: good friend of the cube, good friend too
- shotaro hidari: the detective of eggs and tears
- laharen tamashi: a reaper of mine - please don't let your soul break over time
- adrian muir: excalibur once wielded, a knight fallen, bloodkiller
- frey underbridge: the silver thespian, i will never forget you
- ohirume saya: soda pop can
- verna dei-ijla: a warrior, for want of a nail

of faith

kazdel ambrosias: brother | operator, timekeeper
- how many seconds are in eternity? was it possible that they could reconcile after tragedy? the scars remained - but the impossible happened, yet tragedy beckons and memories don't fade from the game of immortals. yet he is here - and i do not forget.nova ganajal: sister | she holds the weight of the world on her hands
- forgive me, for existing. forgive me - for the pain that we shared. i hope you still remember the ice cream, instead of the scars we bear together, forever more.ines atoel: operator | a mirror broken in a thousand shards
- why do you still wander these hallowed halls? what are you looking for?