Poporon Jejeron
The Sun-Scorched Acolyte
A long forgotten ember is roused...
Name: Poporon Jejeron
Gender: Male
Date of Birth: 18th Sun of the 1st Astral Moon
Guardian: Rhalgr, The Destroyer
Age: 23 summers old
Race: Dunesfolk, Lalafell
Height: Three Fulms, One Ilm
Hair: Vermillion Orange
Eyes: Amber
Skin: Warm Ivory (Back lined with burn scars)
Voiceclaim: Nobuhiko Okamoto (Himmel)Apparel: Robed in a scale and chain-mail clad Caster's tunic, adorned with fire-resistant fabrics.The thaumaturge is rarely seen without an oversized, and very bright orange, pointed hat that completes his mage's attire.His weapon of choice, a classic Thaumaturge's rod adorned with a ruby focus, is often found slung across his back- fastened to his trusty rucksack.Occupation: Thaumaturge, mage-for-hire, Ossuary Aid.Likes: Sweets, Sunlight, Fishing, Farming, arid climates, popotoes, adventuring.Dislikes: The cold, The undead and paranormal, Banditry, Open Sea, Bartering.
...kindled by a primal onslaught...
A humble dunesfolk born and raised among the sands of Thanalan, Poporon spent his childhood and teen years tending to his family’s long established farmland as the males in his family before him did for many summers.Despite being content with his lot in life, Poporon’s father could hardly go a day without regaling to his children the enigmatic tales of their kin’s origin… that they came from a lineage of ones who could bend the very elements to their will with little effort. The only lasting proof of said tales being a rather archaic - and very orange spellcaster’s hat, wholly aged by the passing of time yet lovingly tended by the descendants who inherited the heirloom.
The firstborn among four children, Poporon quickly grew comfortable in tending to others in parallel with his own duties, the stout boy taking pride in whatever responsibilities he could offload from his parents and onto his own sturdy back. This sense of personal duty towards his loved ones soon sewed the seeds of a deeply caring and just heart, being quick to aid others to an almost maddening degree in the eyes of others.The day to put his warm soul to the test soon arrived, for a devastating calamity soon swept through most of Aldenard, wreaking havoc to noble and layman alike. Poporon and his family would narrowly be spared from the wicked flares spun by the primal Bahamut… the entire ordeal a near blur to his own memory- save one image....
Fire
A primordial energy capable of cradling a gentle and welcoming warmth… and igniting into a blazing inferno to rend all in its path all the same.The image of countless streaking flames, drawn across the sky with violent abandon… burning limbs stretching out to touch all in its glow… that selfsame glow searing itself upon Poporon’s amber eyes and scorching his very soul.Ultimately, Bahamut's rage would claim the life of his mother. Her body never being discovered amidst the carnage.
A puzzled Poporon pondering pedagogical parchment.
Soon after the calamity passed, Poporon fell ill for the first time in his life… plagued by a burning fever that refused to subside. His family now without options, rushed him into the frenzied walls of a post calamity Ul’dah in search of counsel from those practiced in the arcane.Their search naturally led them to the Thaumaturges of the Arrzaneth Ossuary, who spared the observant Yayake Yake to provide aid to Poporon’s mystic ailment.Upon inspecting the bed ridden Poporon, Yayake would soon come to grasp that the eldest son is acclimating to the aspect of aether that is common to the lands of Thanalan: Fire. Due to such close exposure to Bahamut’s chaotic flares however, his soul would bear a permanent scar of Primal Chaos.In time, the dunesfolk would recover his strength with support from his loved ones, his soul smoldering with heightened astral alignment. This would become of interest to the Thaumaturge's guide, Yayake herself recommending Poporon to seek out their council once he sees fit. This opportunity would be pushed most of all by his father, who saw it as his son’s destiny to discover the truth behind the tales of long gone masters of magic whose blood may very well run in their veins.Inspired by his father’s passion, Poporon Jejeron would set out to harness his newfound affinity for the arcane, taking along with him the long kept hierlooms of his family:An obnoxiously orange hat, and a simple mage's staff.
...Immolating a humble soul into...
Optimist:
Poporon harbors a soul driven by his burning heart, the hues of which are often hopeful. Even in the most grim scenarios, you could count on the lad as being one of the first to provide a flicker of positivity.Mediator:
Given his affinity for positivity, he often takes the role of the middle-man within group settings; quick to interject conflict and negativity.Stubborn:
Perhaps its the collection of arid dirt that's filled his head throughout his childhood suns as a farmboy, but Poporon is one that's hard to shake from his beliefs. This one truly possesses all the social tact of a stone golem...Loyal:
A flame can rarely leave the point of it's birth, the fuel that ignited it… to do so would be to starve itself a primary aspect of its life. In much the same way, Poporon is not one to cut himself away from those he's come to care for in any capacity.Quick Learner:
The young mage is one who's quick to adapt, and learn from his mistakes. Guidance goes a long way with this one...Hopeless Romantic:
A trait of charisma scarcely taught to born and raised farmboys, Poporon is wholly traditional in his approach to the fairer sex… often petering out into a meek flame at the mere mention of intimacy.
...An inferno that rends a fateful path...
Inherent Abilities
Gift of Destruction!:A long dormant power that rested in your soul has awakened! The spirit of destruction that your ancestors harnessed long ago spurs your aether to well forth and rend any foes in your path. Your grasp on basic Astral thaumaturgy comes to you with ease, though the Umbral arts of aether recovery is mediocre at best.Heavy Handed:Being a natural at handling heavy loads and utilizing farm equipment with deft strength, any physical attacks you dish out comes with a stronger impact! However, a lack of formal training in martial arts means these strong hits often avoid impacting any vital points.Green Thumb:Nurturing fauna is in your blood through and through! A childhood spent pulling your own produce out of the ground has developed into a natural talent for growing any subsequent crops, chief among them being.... Popotoes.
Learned Abilities
Elemental Adaptation:Through tutilege from adept wielders of aether and real-world combat experience, you've deepned your understanding of what it means to wield the elements for both constructive and destructive means.Fire's ResolveYour flirtation with various other elements deepens your resolve to fire more than ever. Through applying the intent of other elements to your fire spells, you've gained unique ways to wield both heat and radiance to your benefit.Fire's influenceYour intimate understanding of fire's heat and radiance grants you a unique perspective to wielding it's sister elements. The true potency of these ad-hoc spells yet elude you, but you'd be remiss to utilize then in your arsenal of sorcery.
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...and staves the darkness...
Mage For Hire:As a budding mage and adventurer, Poporon is near desperate to hone his newfound skills if it means helping others. This enthusiasm often blinds him from spotting any...dubious motives.A Curio for those Keen of Aether:To those sensitive to shifts in aether, Poporon’s radiant presence would become swiftly apparent- especially when his battle spirit roars to life!A bonfire for the Weary:Much like the hues of his soul, Poporon’s humble demeanor often attracts those of a weary mind or body to find companionship in. He’s quick to assign the label of friend to those he fancies in kind.A keen pupil for Arcane Masters:Masters of various magicks would be hard pressed to find a more impressionable pupil in Poporon, particularly those adept in destructive spells.
...granting those that stand with him, a ceaseless bonfire in their hearts.
Sususato Qiqisato
Order of Nald'Thal Exarch, Master and Mentour of the Arcane.
Domino Bombassa
Battle-hardened Bounty Hunter, the farmboy's favorite foil and closest ally.
Khaos Lumina
Zealous Paladin, epitome of the Discipline and Poise. the Farmboy's weakness....
Rayonne Nyonne
Steadfast Paladin, cool and collected contrast to the farmboy's untamed flame.
Einsen Whitestrake
Sincere and Sage Paladin, the farmboy... a recent addition to his collection of unhinged Popotoes.
Zigovali Rosestar
The man in red, premier consultant in all things creative... his control of aether is as expert as his penchant for astute observation. A now vaunted mentour in the eyes of the farmboy.
Lochuno Cochuno
A plainsfolk with a heart of gold, a knack for horrible puns and a love for anything that goes "Boom", kindred confidant to the fiery farmboy
Hikari Nakajima
Observant and astute Adventurer. His deft pen notes all, ink flowing with knowledge as deep as Thaliak's Ewer. Reserved yet sage companion to the budding farmboy.
Neneru Ninelives
A brilliant soul that hearkens the hues of the past, performing their radiant tales to the denizens of the present. She bears the memories of those lost in kind, having found a courting flame in the farmboy.
Good day you beautiful specimen you!Thank you kindly for reading the carrd i've poured alot of love (and orange) into!With regard to OOC preferences for Poporon:- Strong preference for Roleplaying ages IC and OOC of +21 and above!-Longform, story-driven Roleplaying is my go to! Shortform walkup sessions are welcome too! Please feel free to /t Poporon at any time!-Romance is on the table for Poporon, but ERP is a strict no for me. Feel free to /t me for any clarification!-With prior notice, any form of injury, distress and chaos is welcome and encouraged! The lad needs his fair share of trials after all.
May the flame of your Heart Burn True.