Rune Titan

So long as I’m breathing,

you won’t be left out in the rain.

• ABOUT
• HISTORY
• TRIVIA

NAME  Rune TitanAGE  Late 20s - Early 30sDATE OF BIRTH  11th Sun of the 3rd Umbral MoonGENDER & PRONOUNS  Male, He/HimORIENTATION  GayRACE  Fox / Keepers of the MoonOCCUPATION  Soda Pop NC OwnerDEITY  Menphina. the LoverCHOCOBO  ErwinHOMETOWN  Lives in the Mist in LimsaHEIGHT  159cmHAIR  Medium lengh, Blonde with blue highlights.EYES  Bright blueMARKINGS  Rune has a heart shaped birthmark on his cheek, a subtle trace of the fox spirit that touched him at birth. Sometimes it can appear to shimmer faintly in moonlight or during moments he feels intense emotions, marking him as spirit touched.

PERSONALITY
Rune might not be the sharpest tool in the shed, but what he lacks in quick wit he makes up for with honesty and fox-like curiosity. He's always eager to meet new people and always tries to mean well; though his enthusiasm can be… a little much. He sometimes misses the moment when he's being too loud or overly playful but his heart is always in the right place.With a father who lived far from the village and a brother who left to join him while Rune was still small, affection was rare. Now he overcompensates; once he decides you're special to him, you'll feel it in every gesture; every flick of his tail or twitch of his ears. He clings to closeness, quietly guarding against the fear that one day you might leave too. His friendliness is sometimes mistaken for flirting, especially when his mouth runs ahead of his thoughts but his intentions are always genuine.Rune is hopeless at finding his way and while trouble doesn't seek him out, it often finds him; usually because something he said was taken the wrong way. Under his sunshine personality is a deep seated fear of abandonment. Even so, he's quick to throw himself into doing the right thing, guided by curiosity and a stubbornly kind heart.

SIGNIFICANT OTHER 
- SinglePARENTS 
- Sivanya [Mother / Deceased]
- Kaelen [Father / Unknown]SIBLINGS 
- Eryndor [Other Brother / Unknwon]LIKES 
- Trying out outfits/dressing nice.
- Anything tooth rotting sweet.
- Collecting random bits and pieces.
- Dancing.
- Flower picking/Crown making.DISLIKES 
- Rain/Storms.
- Being alone.
- Spicy food.
- Violence.
- Being yelled at.

  Childhood    —  Rune was born into a small wandering Keeper of the Moon clan that had gradually migrated from the deep northern Shroud into areas closer to Gridania. Like some Keeper clans before them they clashed with Gridanian over territory and hunting rights. The clan believed the forest belonged to them alone and saw Gridania's presence as an intrusion. Rune was raised inside that bitterness long before he ever understood it. From birth Rune stood out even among his own people. His ears were sharper and more tufted, his tail longer; unmistakably fox-like. The clan whispered that the forest spirits had touched him. Some claimed he bore the blessing of the Trickster Spirits, mischievous guardians tied to foxes and wandering souls. Others insisted that such a blessing always demanded a price. Rune never knew which version to believe, only that the spirits had made him different.His father, like many Keeper males, did not live with the clan and visited not very often. One brief visit was only long enough to claim Rune's older brother for the hunters. Not long after, Rune's mother was killed in a violent dispute with outsiders near the border. Rune's father never returned again once word got to him about her death. To the clan, this was routine life. To Rune, it was abandonment.Without parents to defend him, Rune became the clan's misfit; the fox-blessed child whose presence elders treated with superstition instead of care. His slight frame made him an easy target. Hunters scoffed that his "spirit touched body" was too frail to ever join them. The women murmured that his fox-like features were a sign of misfortune. The elders forbade him from training with the other children, claiming he would distract them or bring unwanted attention from the spirits. Among the clan, survival meant contribution. Rune, they decided was not worth the investment.During storms, he was often left outside, huddling beneath dripping boughs while the clan sheltered without him. Eventually he found an old half collapsed hunter's hut, abandoned, leaking and forgotten and claimed it as his own. It was cold and lonely but at least the spirits didn't turn him away. On rare sunny days, Rune braided flower crowns, weaving them with a child's hope that beauty might earn him acceptance. When he offered his first crown to the elders - they crushed it underfoot.

  Teens    —  Rune grew into a quiet, hesitant teenager caught between a clan that rejected him and a city he had been raised to fear. Whenever he could slip away he wandered toward Gridania. The bustle fascinated him, people who spoke without venom, merchants who didn't care about his tail and places where his strange features drew curiosity instead of scorn.He carried bundles for merchants, helped gardeners at the Botanists’ Guild and fetched tools for anyone who would give him a chance. Mother Miounne, ever gentle, noticed him hovering near the Canopy. She gave him small errands, simple tasks that let Rune feel useful without fear of failure, Her kindness became a lifeline.Seeking strength, Rune took up the lance. Any adventurer or guard willing to show him the basics became his teacher however begrudgingly. Though timid he grew quicker and steadier, guided by an instinctive agility the clan had blamed on his "fox spirits." Rune began to wonder if the blessing was not a curse at all. His first true test came when Mother Miounne entrusted him with investigating disturbances in the Shroud. Rune thought it was finally his moment to prove himself but instead he crossed paths with a wandering Miqo'te adventurer who shifted every certainty he had grown up with.From then on, Rune saved every gil he earned. Coins from odd jobs, tips from merchants and even stray gil dropped among roots. He hid his small treasure in the abandoned hut that had once been his only shelter. Soon he travelled to Limsa Lominsa. Compared to the hush of the Shroud, Limsa was chaos incarnate with shouting sailors, clanging metal all drowned out by the soaring waves around it. Rune collected small trinkets from the docks: bottle caps, bits of ribbon, oddly shaped stones. Others saw trash but Rune saw something else - proof that he was somewhere new, free from the clan's expectations.His fox-like curiosity often landed him in trouble. He asked too many questions, got underfoot, and wandered into places he didn't belong. However every so often, when danger brushed his path he felt a strange tug in his chest, as if the spirits that had marked him still nudged him away from harm.

  Adulthood    —  Limsa taught Rune how overwhelming the world could be and how quickly he could adapt when he had no one telling him he was worthless. He learned to move with the tide of crowded streets, slipping between sailors with ease. His nimble hands made him good at repairing nets and polishing trinkets. These odd jobs earned him some gil and helped him find a sense of purpose.His growing collection of bottle caps, feathers, ribbons, and little treasures became a living map of his journey - each one tied to a story, a kindness or a moment of laughter. Eventually time came where he became restless and wanted to find new experiences. In Ul’dah he learned the rhythm of merchants, the flow of gil, and the dance of bartering. Delivery jobs had him darting through the city with the fox-like swiftness his clan once mocked. From there he drifted north to Ishgard, newly opened and desperate for helping hands. Coerthas’ cold almost froze him but Rune found work and warmth in the city's rebuilding efforts. He delivered materials and brightened the tired workers’ days with gentle optimism.But it was an orphanage in the Brume that changed him most. The children adored his tail - fascinated by it and calling him "Mister Fox." They braided flowers into it and decorated it with ribbons. Rune told them stories of warm seas and deserts and in return they gave him something he had never known: Belonging without condition.When Rune at last returned to the Twelveswood, he was no longer the fragile boy exiled to an abandoned hut. He was a man shaped by the world beyond the clan -strengthened by it, loved by it. And through it all, subtle things still happened around him; improbable luck, gentle nudges of intuition, narrow escapes. Whether it was coincidence or the soft guidance of the Trickster Spirits that had marked him at birth, Rune carried their blessing proudly.From that journey, he created Soda Pop: a place where no one would be turned away. A place of warmth and chosen family. A place for anyone who ever needed simply to exist. A place Rune wished he'd had when he was a child… and one the spirits would watch over with him.