
Nicolas Maindroite
also known as Njalkolle Djt-Nong
One Man. Two Lives. Duty Incarnate.
▍ ❝ LIFE AS NICOLAS.
The only son and disappointment of a shipping mogul, Nicolas turned his back on his father's ambitions to become the right-hand man and secret lover of a high noble. Matter of fact, his life required many secrets. His relationship with Theron, so the Lord could arrange a marriage to gain power. His talent for smithing, a trade frowned upon because of his noble birth. His true ancestry, because his paternal line turned their back on their arcane nomadic life and instead used their magic for greed and power. So, he fell into keeping everything secret; even people who worked alongside him all his life knew no more than a few shallow facts about him personally. Day to day, Nicolas kept his head, heart, and sweat focused on his lover’s dubious ambitions - above board, through back channels, or in the shadows.▍ ❝ "TAKE ME FORWARD."
It wasn’t until a brush with death yanked them apart that Nicolas realized he couldn’t remember what it was like to live without Theron calling the shots. So, when a second confrontation with death gave him the opportunity he’d been waiting for to get back home . . . he turned it down. Put all of his last breath into calling down the ancestors to take him forward, not back. Waking in Eorzea, in Limsa, was the result.
▍ ❝ LIFE AS NJALKOLLE.
A moon-bound Rava, Njalkolle’s connection with Djt-Nong and clarity in hearing the Wood manifested as a toddler. Born to a village desperate for sons with no living Warders, Narvi’s certainty he’d be male fueled a thirst to mold him into the perfect servant of the Wood. Njal doesn't know who his father is, or was. He was dissuaded from bonding with his mother, and has only vague awareness of siblings. Instead of being a part in village celebrations as a jack, he was pushed off into the Wood, alone. The result? A Warder who found greater peace in solitary communion with the Green Word than the company of kin. Until Aksel, his second ward. While Njalkolle was the stoic sharp of an axe blade, Aksel’s youth gusted like a voracious cyclone. To always have that bluster at his back tore Njal’s peace into barbs, nearly blows, then…curiosity. Crossing the divide of their polar natures brought Njal brotherhood and joy as he'd never known.▍ ❝ "I CAN'T GO BACK."
It started with Garlean raiders. To witnesses, the end came with an unnatural tear in the fabric when Njalkolle blocked a killing blow with his body to save Aksel’s life. Yet he woke in Limsa, alone. He doesn’t know why death spared him and fused his life with another, even after friends convinced him to return to Golmore and investigate the site. He's not whole without the jungle, yet he believes the mystical convergence rendered him unnatural, and that he's been irrevocably changed by his ten moons outside the Wood. So, he doesn't belong. Anywhere.

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❝OOC NOTE - LORE BEND:The lives of Nicolas and Njalkolle are a convergence. Two parallel souls fused as the result of a rift. His life as Nicolas which was lived in a 'far-flung land' outside of Hydaelyn essentially exists in Njalkolle as a set of piercing blue eyes, an infamous smirk, memories, skills, and righteous emotional baggage. Honestly, the lore bend tends to go unnoticed unless a player is paying really close attention to the timeline Njalkolle shares versus his experiences. Only those closest to Njal know anything about this part of him, and even then it's only the tip of the iceberg. He knows he's never getting back to that far-flung home and doesn't want to - his heart, mind, and story are deep in the jungle and his life as a Wood Warder. That said, I know some folks prefer to play with 100% pure FFXIV lore-based characters, so I'm just being up front about his origin.
Plus, He's Handsome.
GENERAL .
• Nicknames : Nico; Njal
• Gender : He / Him
• Orientation : Androsexual Leaning
• Species : Viera; Rava; Woodborn
• Formerly : Captain at Arms; Wood Warder
• Currently : Knight of House Lothaire; Blacksmith (Metal colorization is his specialty)
• Hobbies : Hunting; Mining; MusicianPHYSICAL .
• Eyes : Sharp Bright Blue
• Hair : Chestnut Brown with Black Tips
• Skin : Sun-kissed Sienna
• Height : 6'3''
• Build : Lean, muscular, agile
• Ears : Multiple piercings up both ears
• Nails : Naturally black and thick
• Appendages : Bun Tail
BACKGROUND.
• Birthplace: Shallot (Beyond the Thirteen)
• Birthplace: Narvi, in the Golmore Jungle
• Languages: Common; Dalmascan; Sign
• Current residence: Isghard
• Key Relationships: Shallot: Jessemine (Sister), Byron (Father†), Simza Kamalo (Aunt), Theron Sha'Quelas (Ex-Partner), Castian (Lover).
• Key Relationships: Narvi: Arvid Djt-Nong (Master†); Hakon Rehw-Gilda (Ward), Aksel Djt-Bidit (Ward)
• Relationship Status Partnered, Poly
• Partner: Edryn Voromoth, his beacon
• Partner: Kiett Raeturlune, his devotion• Vibe: A clash of high-born nobility and rough jungle edges, solitary, reserved with a hint of jocular snark, blunt, with a periodic foul mouth.

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POSITIVE ATTRIBUTES : He generally wears his old soul well. Living in service of freedom and getting shit done well are his cornerstones. He's observant, pragmatic, exacting, resourceful, efficient, calculating, and always has the back of people he works with regardless how he feels about them personally. He’s well-spoken, charming when he wants to be, witty if not a bit of an ass, and jocular at heart even if he doesn’t show it often.❝ +
LIKES: Whiskey. Dessert after a long day. Banging metal. Banging rocks. Uncultivated lands. Laying in the sun. Sleeping outdoors. Being self-sufficient. Playing strings. Moral and philosophical puzzles. Puzzles in general. His jungle, above all.
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NEGATIVE ATTRIBUTES : He generally bottles his youth to an unhelpful degree. He doesn’t know how to get close to others. Won’t ask for help. Keeps himself busy to avoid his own thoughts. Doesn’t know how to relax. He’s wound so tight he doesn’t know how to let loose. He has a temper, a general distrust for nobility and authority, and yeah, he’s a bit vain. He knows he’s damn good-looking.❝ +
DISLIKES: Not being in control of his own fate. Failing. Bulky rattling armor. Ships and the sea. Sudden mystical bullshit. Class and hierarchy. Actions motivated by money, popularity or power. Societies that live in ignorance of the will of their Land. The mess in his head.
Want His Attention...Or a Challenge?

▍ ❝ I.
___Yes, Captain (Easy)
Captain of his Lord’s guard, mentor to two wards, much of his life he's trained others. Especially gifted at sword or axe-based combat and hunting, he’s a demanding but skilled teacher.▍ ❝ II.
___Freedom for All. (Easy)
He's a former noble who scoffs at the system. He'll go out of his way to break bread, work alongside, or assist anyone from any walk of life. He believes no one should be without, and that he's at his best when acting in service of others.▍ ❝ III.
___Bang It Out. (Easy)
Nicolas turned to smithing as an outlet for his temper. Njalkolle, as a way to commune with the Wood. A smith with a reverence for blades, he'll talk craft with other metalworkers, or will forge weapons and do repairs.
▍ ❝ IV.
___Word of the Wood (Medium)
As he breathes, he remembers the jungle breathing alongside him. While he believes he's too changed to return, he longs to, and will connect with Woodborn or Rangeborn kin.▍ ❝ V.
___Godsdamn Magic (Medium)
For Nicolas, it was an eclipse ritual that bound him to the sun and the moon. For Njalkolle, the bind of Djt-Nong. Between them, divination and the stars. Magic always makes him feel like he's been plugged into a greater scheme out of his control. He'll leverage the arcane in his blood to protect, but . . . maybe he wouldn't be so avoidant with the right teacher. Or even peer.▍ ❝ V.
___Wild. Hunt. (Medium)
A hunter in regular communion with the wild, he's mentored struggling hunters, or been guard / guide for those who wish to tread through wild land. His trust of the motivations of the one asking for his services needs to be earned, however.
▍ ❝ VI.
___Get. Him To. Relax. (Hard)
He's always stayed perpetually busy to run from his own thoughts. Though he's built a very different life in Eorzea, he's still unable to relax or be still for long. Want the challenge of a lifetime? Handhold this reserved Rava through learning how to loosen up a little.▍ ❝ VII.
___The Memory of Two. (RARE)
While it's a miracle he's alive, he doesn't know how to reconcile that he remembers living an entirely second life. He's tight-lipped about this circumstance which has him lost, but covertly seeking...direction? Connection? A place. Feeling like he belongs nowhere is eating him up inside. It's hard to say what will loosen his lips about this topic, but it does happen.
RP Business

▍ ❝ I'M ALWAYS GAME FOR:
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❝Casual or Long Term RP. Enjoy both.▍
❝Slice-of-life and/or keeping it light.▍
❝Adventure, intrigue, arranged combat, and open world place-inspired SLs.▍
❝Mystical, otherworldly, and/or unusual.▍
❝SLs built off of Viera shared culture.▍
❝Slow burns - letting story/relationships build over time.
▍ ❝ USUALLY GAME FOR:
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❝Espionage or shady dealings▍
❝Philosophy, morality, and getting deep.▍
❝Dark and heavy, within reason.▍
❝Romantic and/or mature, if it's organic with what's unfolding.▍
❝Being asked if I'm game for something you don't see here.
▍ ❝ I'M NOT GAME FOR
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❝RPing with minors. 18+ only.▍
❝RP that centers on being shitty to others. Nico and I won't stand for that.▍
❝RP bogged down by lore, or lore purists.▍
❝Brawling or combat without a reason, or excessive violence▍
❝RP romance that spills into IRL.
About the Player
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❝Ayo!▍
❝Is queer/genderqueer.▍
❝Is married.▍
❝Is in EST, based in Philly.▍
❝Is on Aether | Siren▍
❝Is called Ten. Also known as Archer with some FFXIV folk.▍
❝Knows how to keep the IC, IC. If we need to work something through OOC, don’t hesitate. Let’s do it.

▍ ❝ WHAT'S GOOD?
I work in the arts/non-profit world. It's pretty cool stuff and at the point where I call my own shots and my schedule is great. Other times my schedule's a damn nightmare. So if I have to go dark from RP for a bit, know it's not you. I'll be back.I won't lie and say Nicolas and I have nothing in common. I'm generally more whimsical about being a mess than he is, though. Just remember I'm not him and we'll be good.