Serial felon doing their best to finish what someone else started. Carrying a morbid secret, with an implusive and lax personality that gets them in all sorts of trouble.

Born and raised in Limsa Lominsa, this hyur found themself deep in debt after the passing of their father, who, tragically drowned in the Calamity due to the waves of the ocean that crashed onto the marine city. With their mother back home, they departed for greener grass, hoping to amass a wealth to send back home to her.After roaming they cemented themselves in small nomadic community not long after the Calamity tore the land asunder. Living their days as a common footpad, fending off animals and the like for the sake of their small pocket of people.Before too long though, they would be ransacked by your average band of thugs. Unequipped to fight, most died. Sending Mara down a bloodpath, now seeking the connections they need to enact their grim vengance in the criminal underbelly.Trained by a yellow-jacket vice-admiral, they are adept at hand to hand and axeplay. Later in life, they'd pick up the very basics for other weapons. Loose fundamentals for swordplay and firearm usage.
Appearance: 6'2, and really not that intimidating. Has it where it matters, with soft, rather pale skin. Small scar dotted across the nose, and a generally sickly look about them. Even if their mood says otherwise.
Alignment: Chaotic Stupid
Skills: VERY talented at covering up crimes. Adept at the art of lying.
Likes: Cigarettes, Moko, dark aesthetics, riling people up, respect for tools (well treated weapons, gear, etc), displays of respect for combat, giving under-handed/abrasive comments.
Dislikes: Overly serious conversations, goody-two-shoes, people with egos and people who are overly critical of each other.
"I just want to wash my hands of it, really."
They've been around, anyone with any affiliation with the drug rings in Ul'dah would know about them. At least second-hand. Well acquainted as someone you'd call to clean a scene up.
A domestically contracted cleaner, courier, and a well-trained sword fighter. Even if you're not a criminal, maybe you need your rugs cleaned, a package delivered, or a body that needs guarding.
Occasionally a volunteer to the Alchemist's guild, and doubly so a donatee and common visitor for the orphanages in any of the grand Cities. Maybe you've seen them being a good Samaritan.
On top being a well known fixer, they were also known to deal illegal goods. From Somnus to Moko. With their reputation proceeding them, maybe you remember them as Auber, their pseudonym from when they were a cook and a dealer.
For those who grew up in Limsa, they may recognize them selling fish for their father, lovingly referred to as John the Fisherman, in their youth. Their father also pitched in for the yellow-jackets. Mara often attending drills and training sessions.
"What? Vampirism?!"
While they consume aether from the living, they are no voidsent or vampire and have none of their power, they were exposed to a certain type of aether consumption. Harvesting aether from the living extending life and empowering it's user like adrenaline. So naturally, they had to try it..Unfortunately, the unnaturally high consumption of living aether depletes their body's natural ability to retain it, requiring Mara to intake much more aether than one would normally get through food in order to stay healthy. Good thing blood is rich in aether AND easy to acquire if you don't mind a little tussle..
Heya! Thanks for taking the time to peek at my carrd!
Hey! I've got alot of RP experience, and I've just had a soft RP reset. Looking to make more connections! I'm alright with most themes, in fact I prefer darker themes, but I'm not looking for overly edgy... (looking at you, void-touched bi viera merc reaper who has glowing eyes and the Berserk brand)
I'm always looking to make new friends, and meet new people so feel free to say hi!