Thimble Guyrider

AKA: Thimble Fiendfell

Voiceclaim is Thiollier Elden Ring (yeah)
((making a vc video once we get teeths back))

Thimble
Fiendfell“A title highly befitting one who’s felled every fiend I’ve seen them face!” “That doesn’t mean I never get my ass kicked…”Aka: ‘Thimble Guyrider’
“They wouldn’t let me put just Thimble! Besides, how was I supposed to know it was a legally binding document??!”

Notes
• Overly dilated eyes, an unfortunate result of draconic transformation on their already half AuRi biology, causing severe astigmatism. Thimble sees poorly in direct sunlight
HATES desert and other drylands, too hot, too bright, take them to Ul’dah and he will complain the entire time (he is also not fond of Limsa’s bright white choice of building material but at least the weather is somewhat bearable. Snow tends to bother them less because in that case it is acceptable to bundle up in a hood and hide from the elements.• Thimble is less of a talker and more of a noise maker, he chirps and clicks just as much if not more than he uses his words and you’ll know he doesn’t approve of something when they blow a particularly loud raspberry at you• Super fidgety and jumpy, wears a lot of jewelry and plays with it constantly• Champion Eye Contact Avoider! Thimble will only make eye contact for more than a fleeting glance if he is angry enough to use it in order to make a point or if certain individuals ask really nicely. Otherwise, looking someone in the face, especially someone he doesn’t know all too well, fills them with an uneasy restlessness and he gets the sudden urge to run

Background:
Thimble grew up as a clawing animal trapped in the husk of a Coerthan Pastor’s daughter named Thraine Ichoran Indrenoux. In actuality, Thimble was born intersex (along with a few other defects from being half wyrmkin) but was assigned female to Halonian standards and lived their childhood out thinking he was simply a deformed woman. Thimble remembers very little of their early life, and whatever scraps of memory he’s retained tells him that’s probably for the best. Spending his life in service to his father was brutal and by the time they are nearing the end of adolescence, Pastor Indrenoux insists his child become a Friar in service to The Order, despite having little to no contact with the outside world up until this point. Friar Thraine is slowly somewhat socialized and serves a unit of temple knights for three years before he is forced to return to his father under order to receive the rest of his training from him. Thimble comes to the conclusion that there is but one way out. He’s always had to carve out spaces for himself in the world and this would be no different. One night he does not come home from his hunting route on the borders of Coerthas. Pastor Indrenoux finds his lost lamb in a sizable stark blot of blood so dark it could be ink against the white snow. The space Thimble has carved for himself this time, lies in a gaping wound, between the open ribcage of an Aevis. Indrenoux watches his own spawn clutch the still twitching organ from the wyrm’s sternum and bite. Drinking deeply from sin, white as snow is washed red in holy vengeance, drenched in righteous fury… and there is no longer anywhere left for a man of Her word to hide.
Thimble cannot fully recall what happened that night. They see a Shepard for a horrifying moment in every crowd and still feel watched when completely alone. His mother and sister have gone back to the Steppe and he does hope they are well. Though fate would move him along another string now, mayhap there is still a god who was paying attention.