Percival Grimholt

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Physical Appearance

AETHER       Percival is capable of using Ice aether as well as Light aether. He can manifest them naturally or by using his grimoire to do so. When he’s using them, light runes appear in several places depending on what he’s using; usually his hand or air in front of it, the back of his grimoire, or on the ground for certain spells.

VOICE CLAIM       Like the sound of a forest in the middle of the winter season. He’s soft spoken and calm, his voice almost a near whisper, never raising his voice unless it is deemed necessary to do so. He speaks in Victorian English.

SCENT       The morning after fresh snow has landed onto Eorzea. Vanilla. A light scent that pairs well with his pale complexion.

APPEARANCE     Percival has always been described as a snow bunny laying in a pile of snow. White is the main color you will see on his body. His hair falls down over his face and neck like snow from a shaken tree branch. Some strands hooking over his glasses, which are gold with a small star design on the frame. They also have a chain connected to either side where the lens is that wraps around his neck. It was a joke brought on by his friend Tristan, on how if he didn’t want to lose his glasses so much just have them attached to him. He thought it was a good idea, so he did. It became quite useful and he doesn’t lose his glasses anymore. Behind the glasses are eyes that feel like the bore right into someone’s soul. They are a dull white that show little to no emotion, though some claim they saw a small sparkle in them one time.The rest of his body tends to be covered from neck to toes in cloth, not letting one inch of skin show to others. People believed this was because of Ishgard’s constant wintery weather, but there was a deeper reason. Percival’s body is decorated by distinct white markings, many resembling stars or constellations. They tend to glow when he uses magic. How he came across these markings he couldn’t remember, but he believed it to be from some sort of ritual at birth or a rare curse put upon him as a young lad. More research is needed to truly know the answer.What he wore tended to be thick clothing that prevented him from getting too cold in the hard weather. His outfits were the typical sort you would see ishgardian scholars wear; long layered coats, dress pants and shoes, gloves, and some sort of neck covering like a jabot tie. Most of what he wore was of a formal fashion. He also prides himself on keeping a neat and presentable appearance at all times.The biggest difference between him and other viera are his massive flopped down ears, and the fact that he has a small bunny tail.

ENERGY SENSITIVITY     Percival is extremely sensitive to the aether and energies around him. He can easily sense the energy that emanates from others and discern what they may be experiencing at that current moment. This has become very useful for healing sick patients that visit the infirmary. Though this is a double-edged sword, as negative energies can affect him in a bad way.

MESSY     The veira can sometimes be a bit messy, especially when he has been knee deep in books for a long time. His office is known for having tomes scattered all over the place and in piles on the floor. Though he tries to make sure none of them get ruined and stay in the condition he found them in.

LOVE OF WINTER     Percival has a particular love for the winter season and especially snow. This love dates back to his childhood in Ishgard with his family, spending many evenings outside playing in the snow and even watching it fall from the sky with them. Even to this day, Percival finds it comforting to sit down on the stone benches outside at night and watch as the snow gently falls to the ground.

Most of his fellow members of the church, and frankly anyone who meets him, attest that Percival’s personality is a tad… lackluster. Percival is typically seen as neutral, his expressions barely show much emotion no matter what situation is in front of him. There are rare moments when the facade cracks and he will show more than usual, but it’s few and far between. Because of this, Percival normally spends his time alone either in his office or at home instead of conversing with his fellow church members outside of work related issues. He isn’t one for big social events either unless there is a good reason to go to them, and even then he may keep to himself most of the time. He finds more comfort in books than people.Percival is also highly intelligent, usually smarter than his peers. His knowledge of healing practices are the reason why he is the administrator of the church’s infirmary. Though that intelligence can also get him into trouble as he becomes highly curious about learning new things which could put him in precarious situations. He loves researching new spells, species, or ways to make healing more efficient.The viera is also extremely good at reading people. He had become very good at reading faces and discerning if people are lying, withholding information, or experiencing certain emotions. His sensitivity to energies and aether contributes to this. He also isn’t afraid to speak his mind when the opportunity arises.

Vices

BOOKS     It’s hard to find out what Percival truly loves, giving his neutral expression to most things, but one thing he loves more than anything is his tomes. He can spend many hours and even days in his tomes, reading every word twenty times over or filling out tomes until he’s created his own library of his work. Sometimes he may even neglect his own needs just to keep going.

Gallery

Hooks

  I. Healer of the Holy See

+ REQUIREMENTS: None.

In need of a healer? Or perhaps someone with proficiency in Light aether? The church is the best place to seek such help. Within, they will point you towards the infirmary’s administrator, a pale viera with a stone faced expression. He may not be all too welcoming, but his skills are unmatched in his field. Trust him with your life and he will make you anew.

  II. Banishing of the Dark

+ REQUIREMENTS: None.

Healing isn’t the only thing the Inquisitor can do. He, like his fellow brethren, are there to help banish the dark evils of the world back to whence they came. His background in personal dealings with the dark are normally rumors around the church and whether they are true or not he won’t say, but he is willing to show his skills if you are in desperate need of them.

About me

Allowed

✓ Feel free to contact me by sending a tell in FFXIV or a DM on Discord if you are interested in meeting my characters and roleplaying with me. Please preface why you are contacting me, as I don’t normally accept out of the blue messages that are just ‘hi!’ or something like that. Respect my rules and wishes, and things should be good between us.

Prohibited

✗ Don’t disregard my ground rules or any other wishes of mine. I will not tolerate anyone who won’t read them and abide by them as they are for my own safety and the safety of my rp partners. If you can’t do this, then don’t even bother trying to contact me.

Connections

Tristan Geigher • Elezen • Co-worker | Friend

"Pray, good morrow to thee, Inquisitor Geigher."

CARRD       His fellow Inquisitor of the church. Percival was there long before Tristan, being established within the church, but he always saw Tristan as an equal. They get on each other’s nerves and butt heads from time to time, even sometimes challenging each other to see who is better. Though Percival always thought of Tristan as a good friend, even if the other may not feel the same.

Ameh’ya Muna • Miqo’te • Acquaintance

"The cherry blossom, was it, pray tell?"

CARRD       Percival hasn’t known Ameh’ya long, only having met them during a mission to take out a powerful voidsent lord that had taken hold of the poor miqo’te. He seems like a good lad, Percival thought, maybe a bit headstrong compared to the situation they found himself in.

Eros Mahalat • Voidsent • Enemy | Rival

"Ah, Mahalat, pray tell, art thou returned to conclude our trifling skirmish?"

CARRD       Percival and Eros met once before, many years ago, out in the freezing winter of Coerthas. Percival was there to hunt the voidsent specifically and nearly succeeded until an unfortunate situation took precedence over the battle they had. Percival spared the voidsent that night and hoped one day to encounter them again to finish what they started. Now with this other voidsent lord causing havoc, he had to postpone it yet again and make a temporary truce with the Lord of Lust. Despite the enemy status put on Eros’ head, they treated Tristan well and seemed tame compared to others of their race. He questions if voidsents could live a life of normalcy with mortals.

Abilities

Halone’s Light

DESCRIPTION       Percival is capable of creating Light magic using his Light aether mastery. This has varied uses both offensively and defensively; including healing, shielding, and offensive magics like light meteors or explosions. When using the magic, he creates light runes from his hand or on the ground.

Lightborn Creatures

DESCRIPTION       With his Light aether, Percival is able to create creatures made entirely by light that are capable of combat. The creatures are tangible and can range from small birds to savage wolves hungry for blood. Having these creatures help Percival stay back on the defensive while also lending some offensive support. They can be summoned from his light runes.

Chains of Binding

DESCRIPTION       Another spell that utilizes his light runes are his chains of binding. These are chains made of Light magic that shoot out from a light rune and wrap around its target. The chains are able to be harmless, only to hold someone in place, or can cause damage by burning the target’s skin until it practically burns the skin right off. He doesn’t normally use the latter version of the chains unless it’s for a more powerful opponent.

Healer of Ishgard

DESCRIPTION       The viera is an administrator of the infirmary at the Holy See for a reason, his healing prowess is beyond many of his colleagues' own abilities. With the help of his grimoire, and his fairy Eos, his healing powers increase in potency, but he doesn't need them to heal if he finds himself in a predicament that takes them away. He can use the Light to enhance his healing ability even more.

History

The White Spectre. A moniker that instilled fear within the snow-stained grounds of Ishgard and its surrounding neighbors. A killer as silent as the snowfall. With no face to the name. No identification has ever been discovered about this spectre, only the bloodstained snow marking the places he has been. Yet no traces would be found when the trail ends. As if he disappeared from thin air. Like a ghost.He didn’t kill for the sake of doing so, however, it was in compliance with his missions. A mysterious leader pointing him in the direction of folks destined to meet their fate at the hands of the spectre. Clad in all white, a hood and mask to cover valuable assets, he would set out into the freezing tundra to locate his targets. Blending in with the blanket of snow that would cover the trees and buildings, none of his targets were able to see him until it was too late. Shards of ice akin to daggers, in their necks and backs, stained red. The chains snagged the stragglers, squeezing with every second that passed, until the last breaths were pulled from their corpses. All with no expression on the spectre’s mask. This was his life for years, but on the side there was more. A feeling to find a sense of self. One that didn’t involve taking a mortal life, but to give it back. He was a gifted magic user and healer, having the ability to control the rare Light aether, but this life didn’t utilize it how he wanted to. He wanted out of this life.His wish wouldn’t be granted until his leader gave the spectre specific coordinates without saying much else. His final mission. It brought him to a small shack in the woods, the structure barely holding in the harsh winter conditions. His target was inside. Picking the lock with relative ease, he silently made his way inside the cabin. What greeted him made his blood run cold, colder than it already was. Bodies lined the floor and blood painted every wall. Each face was more recognizable than the last. His family. And standing in the middle was the very man that pointed him to this very scene. his leader.’Spectre, Look around you. This is what choosing faith over the organization will get you. Now, you are the one who will pay for your betrayal.’With the images of his family's bodies around him, he didn’t hesitate. He struck down his so-called leader, his mentor in the troubling times, now a husk of what he once was. The grieving was brief. The life hardened his emotions, for better or for worse. He took the time to bury his family members close to the cabin before starting a fire using a spell, burning it to the ground with his leader’s body still inside. He tossed his bloodied garbs and grimoire into it as well, walking away with nothing but the light from the fire on his back.With the leader dead, the mysterious organization faded into the darkness where it belonged. The White Spectre left that old life, and the moniker behind, in order to repent and find himself in Her Goddess Halone’s good graces. For many years, he had spent the time honing his healing magic and his control of his ice and light aether. He helped smaller villages and towns heal from illness and disease without payment. He had no need for the gil.Eventually, he made his way back into Ishgard and found himself walking into the church of the Holy See, to start the next chapter of his life.…Now, Percival Grimholt finds himself sitting in his quiet office surrounded by his beloved books, writing in his current grimoire, a gold plaque sitting properly on the outside of his office door. He became an Inquisitor of the Holy See long ago, the Superiors finding him as a valuable and important member within the church, and he wears that title proudly. There were still whispers though, fleeting rumors of the tales of old passed around in the hallways of the church, ones which the words bring up those memories of the past. The White Spectre. His superiors nor his fellow members knew nothing of Percival’s old life... and he preferred to keep it that way.

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