einar sjarik.

HUNTER OF THE DEAD-THAT-WALK




and in your small earthen chest
one thing alone struggles and is imperiled
and when the cry comes
the cry comes in the cryptic tongue


NameEinar Sjarik
AgeEarly thirties
OrientationBisexual
Height6"1
OriginThe Skatay Range
OccupationFormer guardian of the Sjarik clan necropolis. Hunter of the undead and crypt thieves. Mercenary for hire.

Life and death intertwine - from the roots of the earth -

- to the spiralling highs of the sky; there is no expanse left untouched by the inevitable, and it is this the Sjarik clan celebrate. Their necropolis spans a sizeable area across their home along the range, and they dutifully take care of those that have passed over to the God's embrace - from their own kin, and those who have been treasured from others, priests, chieftains, venerated scholars, kings.Those that would steal from the graves are to be abhorred. Those that raise the dead are soon to be shown the consequences of trying to subvert such inevitability.Still - it is odd to find a Sjarik man this far away from his home, carrying the good tradition of his blood-and-brethren to Eorzea, though through much more - underhanded means, infiltrating and offering a hand to both bandit groups and civilians alike. Carrying a tell-tale Skatay lilt, a man of good humour, cheerful, yet restrained. Wears his heart on his sleeve, yet seems to be running, lying, avoiding more things than he dare face.Tall, built for travel and tough terrain, Einar cuts a figure typical of those akin to rangers and wanderers. Often a little grizzled, with a mess of platinum hair and moss eyes. Usually a quirk of a smile at home on his lips, a little wry, sometimes a little self-deprecating. Adorns himself in natural paints, in accordance to his clan, for both preparation and celebratory evens.He makes for a patient companion - a steady hand with a bow and arrow, chakrams, spears and axes. Recent circumstances have pushed him particularly towards the weapon-craft of the scythe. Prefers to travel light when he can, for the dead can move swifter than you'd expect.




i can hear your bones
singing into mine, and feel the moon
as it rolls through you


Leaning into the more martial traditions of his home, Einar spends his days tracking necromancers, grave robbers and the undead, in order to put them all, appropriately, to rest. A skilled tracker through harsh wildlands - whether via foliage or thick snow, he is a dependable companion and experienced fighter. He has some knowledge and experience of burial rites; preparing the deceased for their final resting place, though does not scorn the rites and traditions of others. He doesn't turn down aid from others either - and so you may very well find yourself on a venture alongside him to some unearthed tomb.Pray be warned if you do deal with the dead - he is not without ruthlessness and misunderstanding to those that defy the foundations his belief is built upon. Those that entreat dark forces, or perform summonings are often faced with his mistrust.Is there room for nuance with Einar? Absolutely, more these days than ever before, but pray be warned that old habits die hard.A common figure in the Shroud and neighbouring Coerthas, though his work takes him to all sorts of locales. Of course, gil doesn't grow on the trees in Gridania and beyond, and Einar is no stranger to offering his services as a hired guard or a helping hand - whether to those of noble intentions or not, though the latter is a little more regretful, but the laws of Eorzea are of little necessity for him and his journeys.




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