Vicktis Aurelius
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We are the stories we tell in our minds...
...surely, there's more to tell?
-Last updated 07/11/25
Story
Like ink on flesh, his storied history is stained with hardship and violence, though he has spoken his story to so few—and those few have since left him behind for Halone's icy hell. What is commonly known is that he claims ownership of an inn: The Howl'n Duchess. This inn, tucked away in the dagger-wielding shadows of the Empyreum, is no ordinary fixture, but an airship made of patchwork scrap metal, its gangplank hanging open for any daring, desperate, or reckless enough to wander in.
What also is commonly known is that he has mentioned he's born from the Brume. And often at his side, there flutters a pixie of sorts. One with inky black bat wings and moonlight pale flesh. She has been known to be rather curt in her manners especially where it concerns "Vicky".
Gossip & Hooks
Enemies to Lovers
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Fellow Hedonists
Reconnections with others who grew up surviving the Brume
Mercenary Work
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Business Associates
✧Hedonist
Not a new dawn passes that Vicktis isn't chasing worldly pleasures and drinking and smoking away any burdensome thoughts. Gambling. sex and drugs are always within his wake.
✧Innkeeper
Vicktis is the proprietor of The Howl'n Duchess Inn, an airship repurposed and sits with it's gangplank open within the Empyrean. No one knows from whence it came. Need a room?
✧Ex Sky Pirate
The Howl'n Duchess, though she may now be grounded, once served a notorious crew known for smuggling and trafficking and pirating merchant vessels.
✧Muscle
Be it a brawl or some high paying patron needs a dirty deed committed, Vicktis is an undeniable presence who craves action. He takes his payments under the table and asks few questions.
✧Levin Blessed
He crackles with aetheric energy. A bottomless vat of levin powers radiate from his fists. Such aether was once used to fuel his airship.
✧Artist
Those meaty digits know how to tickle some ivories as well as defty apply ink to flesh. Too few know of the brute's passions for music and art.
Personality
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Introvert ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ☀ Extrovert
Predictable ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ☀ Erratic
Truthful ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ☀ Dishonest
Loyal ✧ ✧ ✧ ☀ ✧ Unfaithful
Pious ✧ ✧ ✧ ☀ ✧ Agnostic
Naive ✧ ☀ ✧ ✧ ✧ Skeptic
Modest ✧ ✧ ✧ ☀ ✧ Bon Vivant
Humble ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ☀ Braggart
Energetic ✧ ✧ ☀ ✧ ✧ Easy-Going
Idealist ✧ ☀ ✧ ✧ ✧ Pragmatist
Disciplined ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ☀ Flippant
Orderly ✧ ✧ ✧ ☀ ✧ Disorganized
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Appearance
Full Name - Vicktis Aurelius
Alias - Vick, Vicky, Mutt, Two-Dick-Vick
Titles - Former Captain, Innkeeper
Age - Early 40's
Namesday - 32nd Sun of the Fifth Umbral Moon
Height - 6'6"
Gender - Male
Sexuality - Omnisexual
Race - Mixed
Patron Deity - None
Medical Conditions - Private
Likes: Smoking, Drinking, Fucking, Singing & Music, Using his fists, Not giving any fucks, Bragging, Gambling, Winning, That first morning piss.
Dislikes: Sanctimonious Killjoys, Religion, Cold, Quiet, Losing, Sweets.
Voice / Claim - A deep, smokey, growling baritone (Ralph Ineson).
You's jus' ginnae stare, birdie?The Highlander appears the brutish sort. From his inked flesh to those stormy grey-blue eyes, he makes himself into a fierce presence. A scar is etched deep in his throat where more ink is scribed over it reading 'Vicktory'. He almost always smells of booze and cigar smoke beyond a surprisingly clean scent.His ears are pointed, betraying his Elezen bloodties. Flaxen hair is combed back and jawline is wild with scruff.He walks with the cocksure bravado of someone who had long forgotten what it's like to give a fuck. Sometimes his strut is accompanied with some raunchy song he hums out to himself.
Out of Character
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#LostarHello, and thanks for giving my Carrd a read! My name is Stephan. I'm an older roleplayer, and I enjoy my twisted little plots with complicated edgefiends.If what you read bears little meaning, that was intentional—some things are meant to be discovered through in-character interactions.I prefer narrative-driven and mature roleplayers—21+ only. Roleplay may include strong sexual themes, racial themes, drug and alcohol use, self-harm, and references to sensitive or taboo topics. Fade-to-black requests are always respected, and you can express them with full confidence. I strive to be a safe space.I have a strong preference for smaller groups or one-on-one scenes. Community events are something I rarely attend, as they aren’t my focus. I’m seeking meaningful connections with other writers—stories that leave a lasting impact on one another.Vicktis is open to sexual and romantic entanglements if there's mutual interest, but boundaries must be respected, and it’s important to note that Vicktis may not be faithful.My writing tends to bend lore (not break it). If you’re a lore purist, you may or may not find my narrative approach to your liking—consider this a friendly heads-up.My availability is earlier than most. I'm an EST (US) player and can start as early as 10 a.m. EST and go as late as 6 p.m. on most weekdays. Weekends require advance notice.https://bsky.app/profile/artoflostar.bsky.social
Unending Story
Not even t'grand openin' 'as 'appened yet 'n I's got meself some new labor. Alright, one ain't quite official yet, but I'll butter up t'froggy, lass.I swears the next patron to complain about a tooth in their stew is getting tossed over the side ne'er goin' t' be welcomed back. I's runn'n a fine establishment here! Wha'e'er 'appened t'beggars cannae be choosers? Zarzie can flap 'n bitch all she wants, but this is our life now.
Also snagged me a new business partner. Alrigh', so it's not official but his arse is officially easy on t' eyes. And he makes one fawk'n good mole loaf sammich.Maybe I'll officially proposition him fer mutual gains.. or some such. Mayhaps.Need t'figure out wha' t'fawk is 'appen'n to all me speakers 'n whatnot first though. And why his song started play'n this time. It's been years since he's been gone. Makes no fawk'n sense.