Ursus Baer (The Major)

Sky Pirate ⚫ Casanova ⚫ Bastard

• Facts & History
• Gposes/Art
• OOC Info

"The stains on this world seem bleak, but darling we will live like Kings."

Hooks● Talk shit
● Openly Flirt
● Recruitment
● Soldier Respect
● T1-RP Combat
● Magitek Racing
● Attempt Assassination

PreferencesRomance/Drama
Novella=Short Posts
Mature themes
Discord=In-game IC

Random Facts

Ursus runs an Engineer's paradise called the "Undercity" beneathe The Mist in La Noscea.
An entire commerical district dedicated to magitek.
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Ursus has personal beef with one of the Twelve.
He is no longer allowed to touch the ocean seas
because of Her.
All so he could have a sliver of Her power.
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Ursus has the biggest sweet tooth,
because of the lack of sugary sweets during his adolescent years.
Now you might catch him putting one-too-many
sugar cubes in his tea.
Apple being his most favorite flavor in any shape or form.
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His piracy was forced to end in the sea,
so he took to the skies instead.
Owning an entire fleet of ships in both spectrums
with trained soldiers to man each wheel.
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Ursus is technically a widow.
Ursus was married to an Elezen woman named Adeline.
She was an Ancient Arcanist who gave her life to The Major.
Soulbound and Contracted.
Hiding under the guise of a married couple there in the Mist.
With their 'son' Shade.
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Trained marksman and sword fighter.
Tech Engineer in his free time.
His weapons of choice being a long-range rifle and his Gunblade.
He also keeps a magitek shield generator on him at all times.
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He has a tendency of hiding his face.
It isn't unusual for Xaela's to walk the roads of Eorzea,
but due to his stature and looks...
He tends to catch more attention than he should.
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Ursus fucking hates Paissa.
Something happened when he was younger.
He won't talk about it if you ask.
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If you stare at him long enough, he will approach you.
That's your invitation if you desire it.

History

TL;DR - Ursus was kidnapped from home. Lost both his parents. Forced into slavery.
Trained to become a soldier and created a mutiny with folks who agreed with his cause for a better life.

The Major, when a child, was named Ursus Baer. A young boy of the Adarkim Tribe there on the Steppe. A large tribe, filled with many but where they power in numbers, their skill in combat lacked. They were not of a soldier standing, but thrived in commerce and agriculture. Ursus was born on the 8th Sun from the Third Astral Moon. Current day 75 [years] old with the appearance of a 40-something Xaela. No siblings, a father who was sickly and had no use for his legs, and only a mother by her name. She died giving birth to a premature Ursus, who grew up into his infant years considered a runt to the rest of the Adarkim Tribe.Because of the “weak-natured” Aura that inhabited the Adarkim Tribe; other much bigger and stronger tribes walked all over them. Stealing their food, livestock, and even the bigger Aura who were built more for battle. Ursus was never chosen for those things, nor was he much chosen for any extra-curricular activities with the kids his age.Besides his father, there was one person who was always kind to him. Would spend days with young Major, just idly about the Village or out in the fields. Was a tall Viera man, with long black hair. Taller than anyone he’d ever seen. They would call him Bucky, and everyone adored him. He would come to the villages with treats, and stories of all the places he had been. Bucky was very popular with everyone, man and woman. He would share beds with the women just as equally as the ring with the men.Yet, Bucky always favored young Major. He was always getting bullied by the bigger kids and was never chosen for the wrestling matches put together in the village; but, that never stopped Ursus. When no other Mentors would take him seriously, not wishing to hear his pleas to learn the art of the sword, like the rest of his Xaela brethren– Bucky did. He saw a young Major crying one day. How he wished he was bigger– Stronger than everyone. No one could defeat him. No one would come and steal from them no longer. Crying to the stars that he would be better than everyone some day.Bucky, not knowing just how deep the fire in this boy, offered to help teach him everything he knew. From sunrise to sundown, he would have that young Xaela in his stride. Broken and bruised, but those muscles were beginning to show. The Viera taught him to overpower his opponents, no matter the size. How to find every person's vulnerabilities and weaken them. Calculation over sheer power. In all those moons, Ursus absorbed everything he could. Even causing a commotion within the village square to boast his training. Starting a brawl between him and six other Xaela boys, all in their early teenage years and towered inches taller than young Ursus.Laying in the street, all clutching their noses or limbs. Ursus stood there unscathed, victorious in his personal accomplishment, while everyone else around worried for the unwarranted. Called it hostile. Out-of-Character. Was not a show of strength, but more aggression and spite. Fighting to the Xaela’s were more than sport, or for brutish reasons– but for honor and ritualistic sake. To ruin this image only brought dishonor.Ursus turned around to look at Bucky in confusion, at why everyone was looking at him that way; Ursus only noticed Bucky shaking his head in dismay. Knowing that this isn’t what he meant to teach him. Before Bucky could reach his hand out to call the Young Major back, Ursus was already misty eyed and running off in the opposite direction. Running back home so he could just crawl into bed and wish he didn’t exist.He thought for once he was going to gain favor from people. An ounce of appreciation and acceptance into their Tribe. He wiped every tear while he ran, until he came to a dead stop in his tracks. Eyes reflecting the glow of a distant fire that was spreading from the beginning of the encampment. His house. The one with his father inside.A flood of foreign soldiers came in on different animals. Animals he had never seen before. Setting fire to huts, picking up children and brutally murdering anyone who thought to resist. Young Major did his best to hide, to try and get to his house in hopes of saving his Father; but before he could make it, he watched a soldier, dressed in vibrant blue metals, drag his father from their home. Killing him before his very eyes.Instead of fright, fire filled Ursus’s lungs and anger overwhelmed him. Barreling himself blindly in despair, thinking he could kill this soldier, even if it meant his life, too. Yet he was picked up by a very large man upon a horse, who held him so tight around his neck he felt it would break. Suffocating his screams. Truly feeling powerless in this moment as he was taken. Young Major couldn’t remember much of anything after that besides a hazy view of his father’s lifeless body strewn across the ground.The sheer trauma of the scene, the thick smoke from the fires, and the restriction of oxygen from how he was held around the neck; he went unconscious. Kidnapped from the village, mistaken as a child because of his size. Otherwise he would have been dead, like the rest of the teenage Xaela men. Young Major would be taken in as a slave. Forced to work for the rich, or to scrub the planks of barnacle covered ships that would dock in Kugane.As he grew, he never talked much. Just followed orders and listened. Like an obedient slave to those who held his chains. Though those chains would grow as he did. The Major was a late bloomer and caught up with his height, plus some change. So much in fact, he was kicked out of many establishments because he could eat them out of business. Many would compliment on his will to eat, but just never felt such a hunger before in his life as when he finally sprouted. He didn’t have the money to satiate his hunger, so he would do what he could to quell his internal hunger, even if it meant eating rats off the streets or stealing wild Dodo eggs from their nests in the woods. Which ended up becoming a large part of his usual diet. Giant Dodo eggs.Because of this, as he grew into the stocky man he is today, he became favored by many. Traded off for the highest dollar, and passed around for much more than handiwork: He was hired for Fight Clubs. Was hired to assassinate begrudgingly distraught wives. Used as a pirate to kidnap women and children for the sex trafficking rings. Would transport drugs from one point to another and lastly The Major was a mule for noblemen. Used for his stature of sex to fornicate with many women to bear children as strong as he. Even would have shares of men in his bed on quiet nights, when there were no guards.Still he would hardly speak. People would call him “Bear” because of his grumblings instead of words, and the sheer size of him. Always off alone, but that never stopped people from approaching him. Sharing their meals. Offering light and warmth. They’ve all come to notice the man as a gentle giant. Some have been with him since infancy, watching him grow into the man he was today. They would follow him even through his awakening. When Ursus realized the awfulness of the world wasn’t as awful as it seemed, or at least that’s how he became accustomed to viewing it. It wasn’t boredom that fueled him, but disgust. All he knows of his life is the fault of men and how they take what they want, and leave the little ones in the dust.He would change that. All of his life he was never one to go after what he wanted. Stuck with his wounded inner-child who he never allowed the luxuries of a family. Friends. A wife. Children. Power. Money. He deeply longed for those things that were ripped from him. Never thought of himself good enough for these things, otherwise the Gods would have shaped his fate much differently. Until he took a dagger and stabbed it right through the neck of the last man who purchased him. Seeing how easy it was for him to simply escape. Just like that. By his own hand, he could take his life back, and it started with everyone who would stop him.He slaughtered an entire household of Kugane Nobility. For those who weren’t awake, he would slice their throats as they slept to keep their screams. He finally spoke then, holding the Head Mistress of the household in his hands, while her tears streamed down his palms. Swearing to her, that everyone who has it all would be his–before breaking her neck.Their greed and gluttony was all just a curse, and he was there to help them. He deserved it more, so he believed, and offered the same to those who wanted what he strived for. To never be below another. To take what was rightfully those whose hands are calloused to the bones, working to make what the selfish are greedy for. Putting in the work, so the higher-class could claim the power. Though it was his hands that pulled blood for the sake of a selfish order. No job was worth it any longer.From a child of twelve [years] old, until he was a strong adult of thirty-five, he worked as a tradesman and left the life of adultery and slavery from the darkest parts of the world. He didn’t do it alone, though. The Major made connections with everyone he walked paths with, even if he was just viewed as cattle by most. Though his voice was always silent, he was just waiting. Waiting until that fire deep inside of him was coaxed enough.He needed to learn how the world worked. What drove currency. What the common folk wanted. Where he could transplant himself into and control it, little by little, with the connections he webbed. During long days of labor and long nights of drink, The Major formed a crew. Small at first, but as the moons passed, more heads multiplied. All races across the Star heard of The Major only by word of mouth; but everyone knew something was coming.He was still stuck in The Far East, though. Listening to stories from somewhere across the sea, called Limsa Lominsa. A large city-state right off of the ocean herself. The longest distance he felt he would ever travel in his life, and now that he was not held down by the chains of man, The Major was free to roam as far as he could.

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Please don't be fuckin weird.I'm here to roleplay, raid and have a good time with my friends.All of the Roleplay I create is between close friends, and I usually create AU's if others are interested.
Unless it rests well within his canon story. [With consent.]I don't mind rping darker themes, but consider the distinction of sexualization and story building w/ taboo things.
Personal accountability and understanding in such writing should be taken with care.
Be an adult about things, s'all I'm asking.I'm thirty-something. I work a lot. I smoke a lot and I curse a lot.
Might be a little rough around the edges, but I promise I'm a gentle giant.I am autistic and might have misunderstandings, due to what tone you might portray within text.
Please, just ask and be transparent with me if there's any issues. Do not assume.
I try to use emotes to express myself so my words cannot be misconstrued.If you're of the 'woke' mentality and wish to gossip and spread hate, based upon your own assumptions.
Please, miss me with that shit. Parasocial nonsense and media manipulation all for clout ain't it.You'll usually see me with a friend or two in-game. We have an FC on Aether/Midgard.
Don't ever feel like you're intruding if ya want to hang out.I will have my RP Tag on when I am IC.
Otherwise it's always just ME. So please separate the puppet from its master.I am down for gaming and chillin'. Discord is cool, vc is cool-- but please keep your romantic interests to yourself.
I ain't the one, chief. I am not here to help you love yourself.Perhaps in another lifetime... For now, I'd rather live alone with my dog.Background Art Commissioned by: R'Chaeus Vient

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