Fimmér Nimh
Forged in Coerthas’ frost.
Tempered under Thavnair’s sun.
Refined where Sharlayan meets the sea.
Raised to hunt. Learning to heal. Trying to stay.
About
Name: Fimmér Nimh (goes by “Fiver” or "Fimm" for simplicity)Race: Viera (Visually looks to be a mix of Rava and Veena)Tribe: GylkahAge: 25Height: 5'8" / 172 cmPronouns: He/HimGender Identity: MaleOrientation: Demisexual; slow to trust, slower to want, drawn to quiet strength over charm. Softer features and being a Miqo'te doesn't hurt either.Relationship Status: Single, guarded, not one for casual flingsVoiceclaim: Ulf Nilsson
Job: Bartender at Wysteria, Eumeryia Project volunteer, Sage-in-training.
Fimmér Nimh doesn’t talk much—he prefers to keep his hands busy and his thoughts his own. He was raised among hunters, exiled by silence, and shaped by the cold of Coerthas before he ever knew who he wanted to be. These days, he’s more healer than killer, though you’ll still see the edge in how he moves.He works the bar at Wysteria, stitches wounds wherever Eumeryia needs him, and tries to keep his kit’s life simpler than his own ever was. The cigarette’s always lit, the eyes are always watching, and he only offers softness to people who won’t waste it.Fimm’s not good at flirting, small talk, or letting people in—but if you earn his trust, he’ll remember your drink, your wounds, and your silences. His loyalty is quiet, his affections even quieter. He’s inked with more than tattoos, marked by loss and survival, and trying—day by day—to become someone his son can be proud of.
Rules
⟢18+ Only.
Mature themes may arise. I won’t censor my writing or his experiences.⟢IC ≠ OOC.
Fimm is blunt, quiet, and not always warm. That’s him, not me. Don’t take his silence or honesty personally.⟢No ERP.
Fade-to-black only. Intimacy is earned slowly and handled off-screen. The emotional arc matters more than the act.⟢Violence is fine.
But don’t spring it out of nowhere. If you're planning to go physical or heavy, a quick heads-up is appreciated.⟢Ask Before Plotting History.
Fimm’s backstory is detailed and trauma-rooted. I'm open to shared history, but let’s talk first to make sure it fits.⟢Tone Matters.
Fimm doesn’t flirt often. When he does, he tends to start it. He doesn’t banter easily. If you want to banter with him, he likely won't respond in turn. He bonds through action, not performance.⟢Ask for Clarification.
If you’re unsure how to read something, I’m always happy to explain intent OOC. His bluntness is intentional—not a license to be an ass.
Hooks
⟢ The Scent of Mint: The scent lingers longer than he does. He smokes a lot. Try bumming one.⟢ Wysteria Watcher: He works the bar but doesn’t perform. Eyes always tracking and so are the ears. He works the day shift most of the time, maybe you recognize him?⟢ Eumeryia: Fimm voulenteers with the Eumeryia project and can often be seen at pop up clinics and events involving the group. He usually carries a kit with him, just in case.⟢ Sage-to-Be: Training under E’lias Windjammer. As such he has a habit of visiting Old Sharlayan and La Noscia. Those Noulith though, still a work in progress. In addition he often plays with a set of attuned orbs called Giallus, a tool for learning to control the Noulith.⟢ Tattoos and scars: Fimm's tattoos are usually visible in one way or another. They were done by a highly skilled artist and each means something.
⟢ Father First: His son comes before everything else. You won’t see Pip often, but when you do, you’ll meet the softest version of Fimm.⟢ Soft Boundaries: Doesn’t drink much, and when he does its light. Doesn’t flirt much, when he does he starts it. Doesn’t like being touched or snuck up on.⟢ Knife in the Dark: Still moves like someone who’s used to being hunted. Or hunting. He won’t admit it, but he’s always checking the exits.⟢ Silence ≠ Disinterest: He might not speak, but that doesn’t mean he’s not listening. If you’re worth noticing, he’ll remember everything.
⟢ Tribal Oddity: Fimm has mixed Rava and Veena heritage. He doesn't quite look like either. In addition his accent is thick and sounds lyrical compared to the more clipped variant usually associated with his kind.
Gallery
The Gylkah
Forged from division.
Guided by balance.
hidden by choice.
The Gylkah are an isolated, self-forged Vieran tribe born from exile and built on defiance. Centuries ago, a Rava and a Veena fell in love—but neither jungle nor mountain would accept them. So they didn’t choose. They disappeared.They settled in the shadowed no-man’s-land between Rava and Veena territory—a forgotten region scarred with the ruins of an Ascian stronghold. Walls etched with symbols no one could read. Murals that watched. Architecture that refused to die. The Gylkah made their home there, surrounded by ancient ghosts, and over generations they changed—not just in where they lived, but how.They became a people of silence.
Of masks.
Of knowing things best left unspoken.⟢ Language & Accent
The Gylkah speak Vieran—a dialect rooted in Icelandic—but their spoken accent has shifted across centuries. Soft Swedish inflection now weaves through their words, a natural evolution shaped by distance, climate, and time. The result is something strange and melodic, hard to pin down—a sound entirely their own.⟢ Masks as Custom
All Gylkah wear masks in public. Not for ceremony, but survival. If you can't see someone’s face, you can’t tell if they’re Rava or Veena. This anonymity erases judgment before it begins. To the Gylkah, identity is earned through presence and trust—not birthright. A bare face is an intimate act, reserved for family, tribe, and those few who earn their place inside the quiet.⟢ Tattoos & Markings
In the early generations, tattoos and piercings were discouraged—too easy to reveal old allegiances. But time softens edges. Younger Gylkah now reclaim skin as story, choosing ink not to declare tribe, but to define self. Still, traditionalists may disapprove—and the tension remains, unsaid but sharp.⟢ Culture & Practice
Blending Viera survivalism with remnants of Ascian elegance, Gylkah tools and clothing are both practical and eerie: leather and linen layered with geometric designs, asymmetrical robes, mask etchings that mimic ruins, bone-and-metal charms whose meanings are half-forgotten. Their rituals are sparse, but heavy with purpose.⟢ Balance Above All
The Gylkah revere balance—in speech, in survival, in structure. Men and women live together without separation or dominance. Roles are not tied to gender, but to skill, need, and consensus. Hunters can nurture. Healers can lead. No one voice outweighs another. This harmony, inherited from the fusion of jungle and mountain, is the quiet thread binding them still.⟢ To meet a Gylkah is rare.
To be welcomed by one is rarer still.
But if you are—if they lift the mask and call you family—
know that no loyalty runs deeper.
And no silence carries more weight.⟢⟢If you are interested in playing a member of the Gylkah, please feel free to reach out!⟢⟢