Look upon the blond-haired boy with promise. The glint of curiosity behind naive, pale golden eyes. See his parents, of common wealth, eager to propel the family name into Imperial lore. The demanding father, generous with the backhand. The loving mother, encouraging in her silence.See the lad, thrust into the gears of industry and innovation. Take note of the seeds and machinations of Imperial resolve, taking root into his psyche. Witness him grow into a tall, astute collegiate, with a penchant for sciences, biology, anatomy, and all things living. See him develop aptitudes beyond that of most of his comrades, and draw the well-deserved attention of faculty, moguls and military men alike. Understand, as he, naturally, is funnelled into fields of medicine and surgical practice.See him drafted in mandatory service for his nation, but mutter no complaints. Find him rising from triage, to field medicus, to chief battle-surgeon, to the honor of a medal or two decorating his military garb. Recognize him as a man of the trenches, who’s undeniable skills would better serve elsewhere.See him grow into the lab coat, square shoulders pushing into the stitching. Smell the chemicals on his skin; a bleached, asepticized scent lingering in his hair. Find a scalpel in his hand, in a comfortable grip of agile, lean and practiced fingers. See rubber gloves bloodied and mucked; viscera, mucus, flesh, and bone clogging the drains.Understand all these facts as compounding, carving ‘lux’ into his name and watch, as he served that despicable man. Recoil at the grins of his masters, sparked from 'insights' and 'epiphanies'. Feel for the slow, creeping erosion of his morals; a muzzled lapdog of his 'mal'. But do try to ignore the possibility that during it all, there may have been a wife and two children, now long gone.See him through the curtain wall, gazing down at the fires of civil war. Find his life's work abolished, and confiscated. See him branded as hero of the empire, veteran, deserter, traitor, and war criminal all at once.Then, at long last, find yourself in the present day, and see the aging man for what he is. Errant, causeless, stagnant. See his pitiful attempts for atonement, and judge him accordingly.

TLDR: sad, old man, bad regretful past, much remorse, not enough time left to undo it all, no amount of time would be enough anyhow

HOOKS

✦OPEN PROMPT
If nothing here is to you and your character's fancy, feel free to reach out to me with ideas on how Helves could blend into the stories you wish to tell, I am more than flexible and entirely open to suggestions. Let's workshop!
✦✦ UNDER THE SKIN
for other chirurgeons, medical practice enthusiasts, ‘human’-biology aficionados, or the sick and ailing
Helves’ relationship to medicine is strained and fragile. It is a passion turned sour and soiled. The practice feels distant from him; abnormal to partake. Regardless, one must earn a living, and in his case, there are few more qualified to practice the arts of medicine. Find out if he can be of service to you, should you require a consultation, advice, or a bruise looked after.

✦✦✦ BLUE LUNG
for residents of Tural at-large, Shaaloani ceruleum miners, barons, medics & doctors
Through some connections the medicus finds himself sporadically present in Shaaloani, and in passing has [...] WIP

✦✦✦✦ NOLI UMQUAM OBLIVISCI
for imperial defectors, veterans, garleans away from home
There is comfort in shared experiences, and sometimes the best medicine to recover from wartime trauma, displacement, guilt, and feelings of having been misled, can be found in another who underwent like events. There are lingering scars which remain unhealed, cold sores and blisters left unchecked. Perhaps it is a shared longing for the low static of Garlean radio broadcasts, or the memory of crisp, cold mornings under Garlean snows; whatever it is, any child of Garlemald will find plenty to discuss with him.

✦✦✦✦✦ MALADJUSTED, MALICIOUS & MALEVOLENT MAL
for sycophants and distant affiliates of Aulus mal Asina, higher ranking imperial medics, Eorzea Company investigators, truce policymakers
As one of Aulus mal Asina's highest ranking researchers and aides, Helves rose through the ranks through a long career in service to the Empire, and is highly regarded in the fields on bio-engineering, hypertuning and resonant technology. Today, he assists the Eorzean Grand Company, and leaders of Eorzean nations in what ways he can, to share the scope of said research, and hopefully undo harms caused in his prior life. Are you related in any way to this endeavour? Or simply curious?

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PREFFERED STYLE AND THEMES

Open to all types of roleplay from dark, mature, to more casual slice-of-life. Favoured roleplay is focused on character development and is lower on the fantasy scale. It usually involves slow, low-action discussion around more psychological themes. I favour thorough descriptions of actions, characters, and setting to breathe life into a scene rather than stretched out internal monologues that do nothing to advance one; I'm an advocate for writing to lift. Themes enjoyed include the deconstruction of political fanaticism, the effects of conscription on the layman, coming to terms with past acts, the dismantling of societal hierarchies, class, and institutions of power, societal reform and emancipation. I like to lean into 'grimy realism'.
ON GARLEMALD

Garlemald -and its history- is no stranger to heinous and irredeemably disgusting acts of violence, torture, war crimes etc... and while discussion around these topics may be present in my roleplay I never approach these with the aim of glorifying their sentiment, and I will write these themes with the weight they deserve, providing appropriate trigger warnings before certain subjects are broached. Garlemald also contains terrible wordage and attitudes surrounding ‘purebloodedness’ and eugenics which I will never include in my roleplay and I encourage others to do the same.

ABOUT ME

Hello! I am an experienced role-player, with about 7 years spent in FFXIV. Apologies in advance, however, as I am a notoriously slow typer and english is not my first language, and so posts do take a touch more time to put out than I would like. I gravitate to one or two paragraph post length, but have no issue mirroring any style. My posts get gradually shorter as a group scene becomes larger.For scheduling my most active hours are weekdays after 8PM EST, but I am also open to some discord RP, to accommodate for scheduling discrepancies.

THE NO-NOs

- OOC=/=IC. Players and OCs above 21 only.
- No racists, bigots, transphobes, terfs, white-supremacists, genocide-deniers etc... No weird garlean RP used as a vehicle for nazi sentiment.
- Please don't subject me to AI slop. AI art on your carrd, AI assistance in your 'writing' process is an absolute no.
- I try to keep myself immersed during RP with Helves, meaning I am not super interested in S9-adjacent modernity, unless these things are handled in a grounded manner.