Kjorn Djt-Dvre

  • pronunciation 'Kyorn'

  • alias 'Kyo', Blackhide, Ace

  • race Rava Viera

  • gender Male

  • age Middle-aged

  • height 6'9"

  • build Mesomorph

  • birthplace Golmore Jungle

  • nameday Unknown

  • marital status Bonded

  • occupation Mercenary, marksman, tracker, magitek mechanic; former legionarius

  • preferred weapons Spear, bow, rifle, axe

At a Glance

Burn scars encompass a good portion of his olive skin, the left half of his face, chest, and left shoulder bearing the brunt of it. With no left eye to speak of, he opts to hide the marred remnants of his visage with a dark cloth to avoid unwanted attention. The rest of the damage to his flesh is hidden away under obscuring coats and armor.He possesses an angular face with prominent lips and a wide nose, with his one golden eye gleaming from under the fall of his wild dark hair peppered with grey. His long, windblown mane of hair is often adorned with the occasional bead and feather decorating small braids, but otherwise looks as if he's rolled out of bed, clawed his fingers through his tangle of hair, and carried on with his day.Aside from the marks of old injuries that cover his body, there is nothing more of note about this particularly tall and built man, unless one can claim the eye of an engineer. Those of astute observation may recognize that the boots he wears are, in fact, a pair of digitigrade prosthesis of his own design.

A Closer Look

Kjorn is, by nature, a more subdued individual when in the company of strangers. He keeps his passions close to the chest, though that could largely be the fault of spending decades in a society that did not reward individuality.His posture is often times stiff, militaristic even when he is at ease. His ears always stand at attention, twitching at every sound of interest, bordering on hypervigilance. It might give the casual onlooker the impression of paranoia, and they might not be far from the truth.His speech is slow, soft, with a telltale rasp begotten by the very same fire that disfigured his face. At times, it's hard to decipher his mumbling due to how quiet he tends to speak. When he's distracted by a topic he's passionate about, however, he'll gain a volume more suitable for conversation without causing his listeners to strain to hear him.

Shadows of the Past

Kjorn was one of many Viera whom called Golmore Jungle home, but several decades past marked the conquest of the territory he protected, and subsequent initiation into Garlean society. Proficient with several weapons, he was favored for combat, and thus was enlisted into the military with the promise of citizenship should he prove his mettle. With no means of returning home, he begrudgingly accepted his fate, biding his time until the day he would taste freedom once more and exact vengeance upon those that had murdered his people.

Blood on his Name

This section details his past in more comprehensive detail. If you would rather remain in the dark, please continue scrolling.

A stranger to Eorzea until a few years ago, Kjorn was once a conscript Garlean soldier of no notable rank to speak of after being stolen from his home in the Golmore Jungle. He was favored only for his skills as a marksman and sentry, as his 'savage' origin was cause for distrust. His one constant companion in the decades following would be the heavy weight of a shock collar around his throat.He was both foot soldier and guard in the containment of Ala Mhigo, though had no hand in the initial occupation. For years, he played his part in squashing any scent of rebellion by acting as a lookout, sniper, or guard for castrums until the fire fights began when the Scions of the Seventh Dawn stirred the political pot in the east.While en route to one of the Garlean-controlled outposts, Kjorn was the right gun on a small cargo airship, stuffed to the brim with weapons and magitek armor for the imminent conflict. What he couldn't have prepared for—though should have expected—was an ambush.The Resistance had grown teeth. The airship went down, and in the ensuing explosion, Kjorn lost his left eye and received gruesome third degree burns over half of his body. To add insult to injury, a piece of the shattered hull of the craft crushed his legs, and when he was extracted from the wreckage, there was naught to be done for them save amputation.His recovery was slow, but over the course of a year, he gained mobility with his new prosthetic legs. While confined to Garlean territory, he took the time to further develop his skills in engineering, primarily repairing magitek armor, though his disability was enough to prevent him from ever going on the frontlines again. Or so he believed.On the eve of the inevitable battle at Ghimlyt, the Garlean Empire drafted able-bodied individuals, or in Kjorn's case, able-bodied enough to throw against Garlemald's enemies. Rather than succumb to his most certain death, he stole away into the night amidst the chaos of preparation, dragging along with him the only other kind face he'd known in his rehabilitation, a Viera named Eronan.Kjorn had long since abandoned his surnames, begotten from Golmore and Garlemald alike, opting instead to use his old alias 'Blackhide' for a time after his charred body had been discovered after the crash. As far as he was concerned, 'Kjorn oen Daevos' died when the ship went down, and the Rava that protected his corner of Golmore Jungle fell when the territory did. In time, he would come to reclaim his Golmoran name, vowing to hold the torch for those that had gone before him.Riddled with guilt, he assumed the title of mercenary, vowing to pay back some of the damage he'd done to the people of Gyr Abania by sending what financial aid he could with the only skills he had at his beck and call. Unable to return to his homeland, he set his sights on the future, rather than the ravaged past behind him.

Roleplay Hooks

  • Garlean? Ala Mhigan? Perhaps you recall seeing him during the occupation of Ala Mhigo, or as a guard in one of the Castrums.

  • Viera? Chances are, you might hail from the same jungle, even if your tribes never met. But getting to know your fellow Viera so recently come to Eorzean shores never hurt.

  • Perhaps you have a love for engineering or technology and notice his prosthetic legs.

  • A Garlean still loyal to the empire? You'll find no friend in him, and he'd be rather upfront with his opinion.

  • Think of something else? Hit me up!

Out of Character Information

Yes, he's tall. My husband likes it.I separate IC and OOC. My character's thoughts, speech, and actions are not a reflection of who and what I am out-of-character.I believe in OOC communication if there is something that either party does not understand. If you need for me to clarify something, please don't hesitate to whisper me and ask!I have and will refuse to acknowledge any in-character godmoding or out-of-character harassment. I welcome any interaction in-character, be it pleasant or otherwise, lighter or darker themes. I do not consent to any harm done to my character without prior communication and permission given beforehand.

Miss me with that racist Viera fanon lore. I am not interested in indigenous caricatures and harmful depictions of what racists think 'tribal' is. Tribes are families, stop making it synonymous with 'feral' and 'uncivilized'. If you perpetuate this stereotype, do not approach me.

I play on the Mateus server on FFXIV, and I'm active most evenings. I'm in the Central timezone.If I miss a post, feel free to whisper me!