"pree' lil' dove, ain' he? cor, can't imagine the sorta maintenance that goes inta' that hair an' tail, one helluva groomin' session.
gotta say 'm impressed; pretty face an' body like that? ye'd think he's the sort ye'd find prowling the quicksands out in ul'dah, snatchin' up some rich bloke an' givin 'em the run 'round for his goods, if ye whiddle me meanin'. doubt he'd have much trouble attractin' that sorta attention.
but, colour me surprised 'ta find out that, instead, he's that wealthy, well-known admiral from lominsa, aye, i ain' deaf, 've heard his name passed 'round the docks more than once, a man with that many ships 'ta his name ain' 'forded much in th' ways ov' anonymity.
surprisin', ye wouldn' expect it from looks alone, makes a guy wonder wha' other sorta surprises he's got 'ta find out, cheers 'ta the lucky bloke who gets 'ta go diggin' fer that treasure."
🎁(for my muse to give yours a gift.) Q'ruhka hands over a bottle of rum to Castor with a silk bow tied surprisingly neatly onto the neck. "Congrats on the kill darlin'! An' I dare say yeh're gonna need a drink dealin' with us lot."
Castor inspects the bottle with a discerning eye for the briefest of moments before giving a cheery smile. His gaze lands on the silk ribbon and, toying with it a bit between two fingers, cocks his head to one side. “Luxe,” is his only, almost-whispered comment, and he eagerly uncorks the bottle with his teeth and takes a healthy swig. “Admiral, I truly don’t know what we’d do without you and your timely incentives. Stay sober, I expect.” He winks and takes another sip. “The next one shall have to be on me.”
🐶 Q'ruhka, holding up a small spriggan as he walks into the fc house, mildy vexed, "Hana it followed me!"
Hana tried to stifle a laugh, her ears twitching as she stared the small creature down. “First the eggs now this...I don’t think that’s how Hatching-tide works Q!” She covered her mouth hiding a forming smile before laughing as the Spriggan made its way towards the eggs. “Guess we can keep it until we figure out what to do with it... Or at least until it finds its way to Gen. Think we could get away with telling him it’s a very strange dog?” Her arms crossed along her chest as she suddenly thought for a moment.
there is something funny yet necessary about qruhka being a straight man, the comedic term, in a fantasy setting. This normal catboy in a world of airships, false gods, talking lizard, bird, lion, rabbit, insect, turtle, rat, owl, fae people. He's just here for a drink, relic hunting, and making outfits. warrior of light gets embroiled in war and conflicts on a daily basis and qruhka is over there like, i just wanted a cup of coffee why the hell is there an amalgmation of voidsent children here?
This is it exactly! I just really fucking love deadpan humor and the straight-man/eccentric trope. However you want to call it, straight-man, foil, everyman, feed, ect, that's where I think Ruhka actually shines as a character. Sure he has his own eccentricities, but in the grand scheme of things he doesn't have a lot of the power as many characters have, he's often caught out on the wrong foot but can provide utility and vehicles for more mayhem.
Even if his outward feelings on the matter are:
internally even he loves it, and whoever is causing it, haha!
I'm open to linkshells, discords, contacts, and relationships. I have added my discord and more plot/hook ideas to his carrd to see how that goes. Feel free to ask any questions, even if it's through tumblr anon!