Thomains LaFerrier

A quiet, traditionalist Viera who resides in Gridania after the destruction of his village in the Golmore Jungle. He is known for his volatile temperament and skill as a bard.

LORE


Golmore


“Remember this Rassgat-- to live out your days in service to the Wood, to your people, is the greatest honor. To pass on into the aetherial sea, knowing that you have given your all to protect this land and our brothers and sisters– that is your purpose.”


Born of the unusual circumstances of war, Nóam fought tooth and claw to prove himself worthy of a place among his brothers in the Southernmost Rava village of Golmore. Half Veena and half Rava, the jack stood a head shorter than his siblings, his body better suited to the snow than the brutality of the jungle. It was predicted he would not survive to maturity, and if he did, he would not weather the harsh training required to become a Wood Warder.This constant disregard only drove Nóam to love his people more fiercely as he worked for their acceptance. He took great pride in their culture, became obsessed with surpassing his brothers, and grew rigid in his traditionalism. His desire for honor eventually carried him through youth, into adolescence, and the violence of his Wood Warder training.The whole of Nóam’s achievements would eventually be forfeit when their village was razed by a Garlean cohort, boasting a new fusion of Allagan and Imperial war magitek. Nóam was left the only survivor. To this day he refuses to speak of the two months he spent in captivity, save that he was left for dead in Nagxia and rescued by a Sharlayan Gleaner.


Under Construction

Farsældin með friðnum er
sem faðmar brjóstið varma
stríðið sæmd og sælu
sára vekur harma.


PERSONALITY

“He’s an odd one. Comes and goes as he pleases, always doing or saying some asinine thing or another, and once you think you’ve about done with him, he goes and does something so outlandishly kind… that, well, it just starts the cycle all over again.” Sanson shook his head. “...I never know how to make heads or tails of him.”


One might find Thomains passing the hours sleeping in the tall grass above the Quiver’s Hold, barking orders at green recruits, or holding the attention of a tavern at night with his lute. While his handsome appearance may seem inviting, many have learned the hard way that he is far from approachable.Thomains is generally reserved in social situations, but can become hostile when pressed. Because he was raised with the expectation of failure, he is incredibly competitive. He feels the constant need to posture and dominate hierarchies to feel secure. His attitude makes him difficult to partner with, and he often finds himself in troublesome situations due to his mouth. Those that do find him good company have done so by accident, as winning his favor is nearly impossible to achieve.As a companion, Thomains is playful and mischievous. He enjoys teasing the people he loves, and is quick to offer his aid when called upon. He shows his affection through acts of service and small gifts, which he waves away as things of little consequence. When he forms a bond, it is lifelong and unbreakable.This does not mean friendship with the bard is easy. Thomains is a staunch traditionalist and often holds himself and others to the standards of the Wood. His morality is ambiguous at best, and he is often hypocritical in his own relationship to it.Should one be willing to weather his shortcomings, they will find that their couch will always be warm from his comings and goings, and music will never be very far away.




APPEARANCE


'He had been avoiding asking the obvious question in return. What had happened to him? Grayson noted the gruesome scars on his back with a note of sympathy. There were assumptions he could make about where Thomains came from, how he received such vicious scars and why they hadn’t healed well, but...It was not his place to ask, nor was it his place to receive any satisfying answer about their origin.'


If the unusual length of his leporine ears do not capture your attention, the soft slope of the bard’s nose and delicate features will. Viera are a rare people, and rarer still on Eorzean soil. To dance a drunken jig to the bard’s lute is a novelty, and one that draws double the coin of any other minstrel.Though Thomains boasts both Rava and Veena blood, he bears all of the racial features of the Skatay Range Viera. His body is small and compact, honed further by his intimacy with a bow. His hair is light and sleek, razored to give him a sharper appearance. His fingers are long and thin, calloused from the number of stringed instruments he plays.Should you happen upon him in a state of undress, you would see the brutal scarring that travels the span of his back. Should you warm his bed, you might feel the notched scar tissue beneath the fur of his ear.Behind heavily charcoaled eyes and an ever present smirk, one would be hard pressed to determine the Viera’s age. While at first glance he appears a young twenty two, there is a weathered quality to his demeanor that boasts greater years.


Dress


'He offered it up again by taking Thomains’ hand in one of his, depositing the pendent in his open palm. The gold chain he coiled around the oval shape, around and around until there was nothing left but to drop the clasp amongst the links.'“...It is a gift. For you.” The Rava closed Thomains’ fingers around the item and pressed his hand back towards his chest. “I thought perhaps it would remind you of us, A’nhabi and myself..."'


Thomains is often seen fitted with plumed hats and finely cut clothing within larger cities, and looser tunics and jerkins when at home in Gridania. He tends towards earth colors, preferring a simple palette and sharp tailoring, over truly ostentatious fashions.He is never without his small lyre when he travels, and often has a pan flute stowed in his pack. His instrument of choice is a particularly handsome lute, gifted to him by his companion Grayson. Its body and head bear intricate carvings of sirens courting fleurs like waves. He is incredibly precious about its care, and he counts it as the most lovely instrument he will ever own.Thomains wears another gift from the Rava for many years– a cameo of cloudy blue larimar, hand carved into the likeness of a snowdrop. Eventually that pendant would be joined by a simple ring he wears on his finger until his dying day.


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