Naoise Leòideach
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Naoise Leòideach
noosh (just for us
64
27th Flowers, 8230
6' (183 cm)
Male
Dark Elf
Wizard
Hydrologist, artificer
Dark Blossoming
Likes
Obviously fake ghost stories
Warm laundry
Lame jokes
Being one in a crowd
Dislikes
Pain, gore, anything visceral
Thinning shirts, socks with holes
Bitter winters
Empty wisdom
Personality
✓ : hardworking, cheery, responsible, patient
x : static, complacent, avoidant, pessimistic
Naoise is a amicable young man who meets people with a handshake and smile. He doesn’t take himself too seriously and inspires trust with his earnestness. Though he meets every task with humor, Naoise respects his and others’ time and is dependable when he’s needed.
Unfortunately, his laid-back disposition is often mistaken for wisdom, meaning Naoise is sought out by peers for everything from home-fix-its to life’s-biggest-questions. The problem is, he is neither wizened nor particularly good at giving advice. He offers placating sentiments for lack of easy answers and would rather avoid painful or troubling topics than face them head on. Similarly, he is great at suppressing anger and deflecting unpleasantries with mirth that, in other instances, is true.
He isn’t a doormat - just much fonder of the status quo than of helming chaos. Naoise is an optimistic pessimist and has gradually affirmed his belief that removal is the best protection against unforgiving circumstances - interpersonally and otherwise. As a result, he’ll grow distant instead of ripping off bandaids and is responsible because he lacks faith. If he considers an effort doomed, he gives up before he even begins.
History
Born to a working-class Relan household, Naoise grew up budgeting his priorities by need. He was a dishwasher by his teens, and slowly discovered during duller shifts that he had a little magic in him. His affinity with water was nothing more than helpful on the job and fun at parties, where crafting floppy fish or badly rendered faces garnered him some teenage renown.
Naoise didn't expect anything to come out of his blue thumb. His parents, on the other hand, had quietly began entertaining another path for their son and contacted someone who could nurture his latent ability. In 8250, Criosaidh Stirling, his mother’s longtime friend, arrived in Reluir with hefty complaints of weariness. Though Naoise was unimpressed with his prospective mentor, he begrudged his parents’ hopes and left for Reluir's capital. Whatever his expectations, he found that he enjoyed everything Criosaidh had to teach and studied for five years away from home. Meanwhile, his friends had begun their own ventures at an ever-increasing distance; by the time Criosaidh deemed him to par, most of his connections had slowly, painfully, worn away.
To get his mind off his tattered interpersonal life, Naoise focused on work. He spent some years as an artificer water- and heat-proofing household items, but the clumsy networking he'd done in the capital (at Criosaidh’s insistence) would reward him surprisingly. Through recommendations, Naoise eventually found a place within Reluir's central water management guild. He was efficient, great at following orders, and eventually built enough trust with the engineers to take part in more important projects, which paid what was significant wages in his town. The Leòideach’s collective gamble had fruited - and more than predicted, because Naoise’s struggling loneliness would be alleviated by a network of colleagues and new faces. He blossomed well, and after some deliberation decided with his parents to permanently relocate to the metropolis.
Current Story
Decades after settling into a new rhythm, life would throw him and all of Reluir for a loop. The war was an unsettling fact but none of his concern until the Queen set an unholy titan on her own people. Hastily stationed at a central aqueduct, Naoise and his colleagues managed to fend off the wraiths amidst confusion and fear. Any hope of normalcy kindled upon the Red Torc’s rebellion and victory was quickly dashed, for Atros’s next disastrous awakening cleaved the Reign Mountains and shattered the land.
His passive belief in their Father turned to active antagonism, Naoise was more than hesitant when his friend came to him with dreams he didn't understand and plans for a desperate rendezvous to Iadlain. She gestured to the ruins of their home - they were like dogs left to die, and she wasn’t lying down without a fight. Bolstered less by her argument and more by his desire to keep her alive, Naoise chose to follow her into where Criosaidh had forbidden him, under threat of termination of apprenticeship, to ever go. Yikes.
As it turns out, he really should have listened.
Additional Info
Blossoming: black nails, black tongue
Naoise’s work varied between damming/diverting rivers, draining lakes, and locating marether aquifers. As he gained experience he was onboarded onto rougher projects, which made his stats Do That. He is proficient enough with fire to sew heat-retaining/resistant spells into garments and make dancing fiery people, but not much else.
Criosaidh’s nicknames for him are firecracker and waterman. He thinks they're pretty bad but responds to them anyway.
He’s happy to help with dams or wells pro bono whenever he visits Reluir’s villages...out of guilt, because the capital probably drains their lakes and rivers for The Urban Lifestyle harolds
Naoise’s favorite word is efficiency. His second favorite is tourmaline.
He has low pain tolerance.
Naoise can mimic accents with ease (but has just as much difficulty learning new languages). It used to be a second favorite party trick before he got called an 'insensitive [redacted]'.
Criosaidh taught him how to make jewelry, and he likes to tinker in his free time. He doesn’t wear any of it because he's not very good lmao