Ryuunosuke Tenchi

Dragoon || Culinarian || Knight of Ishgard || Gposer and Raid Chef

In a world of uncertainty, you can always rely on me for a good drink and a horn to listen to your everyday woes.

Snippets of Story (MSQ Spoiler warning)

This is where i ramble about ryuu for hours on end

Companions and Cohorts

Welcome! Meet an amazing group of friends, each with their own unique personality, interests, and story. Explore their profiles to get to know them better.(Page currently under development. I apologize for the mess!)

About

Before losing his memories, Ryuu grew up in the Steppe with a Raen sister, Julie. Ryuu was nearly mute and consequently became more expressive than other Aura. They protected each other until the day of a Garlean attack that nearly took his life. Ryuu's dance with death caused severe memory loss and to protect their tribe, the two escaped to Eorzea. Being a blank slate, Ryuu adventured alone, his sister protecting him from afar as he tried to find his place.Ryuu's affinity for the lance eventually led to be trained formally as a dragoon in Ishgard. His draconian traits during the Dragonsong war made every day a struggle for survival, finding enemies in ally and foe alike. Many of his patrols were dangerous and alone, often snatching victory by pushing his body to its limits. Being alone, however, allowed him to practice his speech bit by bit. The few trusted comrades he had, would take him to taverns to escape their worries, even teaching him how to read and write. After reuniting with his sister, Ryuu returned to the steppe, regaining his memories.Since regaining his past, Ryuu has been searching for a way to move forward. Being a Dragoon during the day kept his spear at bay, but at night, the trauma of his past still haunts him. He found working late at night in taverns and bars keeps his spirits up and the demons at bay.

Creator Contact

HELLO!
Thank you for taking the time to visit my profile page for Ryuu.I'll see y'all around Otakon this year and for those of you I've already run into, it was fabulous to see youIf you need to get a hold of me, please reach out to me on discord.
@lunarawolf

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Words Left Unsaid

Ryuu… didn’t really talk much. Not in the common tongue at least. He simply struggled with the common tongue so much to the point of frustration. After he awoke on the outskirts of Coerthas, and after a few less-than-positive encounters, he chose to let his actions speak for him. Often times a nod or shake of the head was all that was required of him. At the beginning of his journey, before the defeat of the Ultimate Weapon and subsequently, the beginning of the 7th umbral era, Ryuu remained for the most part silent. A word here or there but nothing too complex out of concern for saying something incorrect or incoherent. It also gave more significance to the words when he did manage to utter a word or two, so in the end, it worked in his favor. Even the Scions barely heard Ryuu speak, save for a few moments, including talking of his origins to Thancred on the roof of the rising sands, and similarly telling Alphinaud whilst traveling together.He didn’t start talking more until his dragoon training brought him to Coerthas and the meeting of Lord Haurchefant. The Elezen man treated Ryuu as a person and that is what drew Ryuu to him. His kindness. It kept bringing Ryuu back to Coerthas. After a while, he began to open up to Haurchefant. In the quiet hours of the night, he would let Ryuu ramble on without judgment of his accent. And he never did hold being an Au Ra against him. A kindness Ryuu felt he took for granted. To this day, because of Lord Haurchefant, Ryuu wants more than anything for Ishgard to be his home. However… There are still so many that scorn such a thought of an Au Ra being amongst the peoples of Ishgard, so for now it is simply a place he enjoys frequenting as he pursues his work as a dragoon whilst aiding the Warrior of Light.After Haurchefant’s death, Ryuu closed off again. He could not dare speak a word. A grunt was the most noise that anyone could steal from him. But in the isolation of night, naut but the sounds of a shattered heart, a broken man’s cries could be heard. Refusing to speak till the bastards who slew his beloved Haurchefant fell by his had only to have his silence persist when Estinien… transformed, ‘twas as though Ryuus heart was destined to be torn asunder. Never to be repaired…It was when Ryuu saw Haurchefant’s grave overlooking Ishgard that he truly broke. After Tataru and Alphinaud left him to grieve in peace, he let the emotions wash over him as he sobbed into his hands and collapsed upon the snow-covered ground. During this downward spiral, Ryuu recalled something Haurchefant had said one night amidst his incoherent ramblings. That he should talk more. That he loved the sound of his voice, the cadence, the joy in a rough unused voice. And so Ryuu began to ramble to the headstone. Telling him “I miss you. I wish I only had more power to protect you. To protect those I love. Everyone I hold dear. the pain... it's... too much for one man to bear, Haurchefant. I miss you so much. I’m so sorry. I...”The moon was high in the sky by the time Ryuu left. His body weighed heavy on him, drained, and yet... Healing. Slowly. After regaining his courage, Ryuu would spend his lonesome evenings at the Forgotten Knight in Ishgard practicing speaking in his private room. Or when he would get the chance during his travels, go visit Haurchefant’s grave and discuss with him everything he had done thus far. Keeping him apprised of the goings of Ishgard as well as Ryuu himself. To this day, Ryuu still doesn’t talk a lot with people but he is trying his best to be better about it. For the man he loved.

When the Apron Fits

I was asked once what I did in my free time by Y’shtola, and I drew a total blank. At first, she thought I was just being silent again, but I reassured her that that was not the case. I then asked her if being a Dragoon was an acceptable hobby, to which Tataru promptly bonked me with a newspaper. “Being a Dragoon isn’t a hobby, it’s a job. It’s part of who you are. A hobby is something you do to unwind from working all day!” And while the conversation started with a harsh scolding from multiple people within the scions, it ended with everyone sharing their passions over a meal. At that moment, I realized my life revolved around the work I do as a dragoon. Outside of that, however, little kept my time or attention. I realized one more thing, too. I wanted to be that excited about something outside of just my dragoon training. And while the spark of inspiration was inside of me, it was quickly overshadowed by a crisis, and my work as a scion took center stage once more.It wasn’t until a few weeks after that conversation that I found it. Running some Errands for the Maelstrom, I was on my way back from a mission, bringing some gear I had obtained. I returned only to overhear two officers under my charge talking about a restaurant. Bismarck. It piqued my interest. I had always found meals to be the best of times before a battle amongst friends. For me. That’s where the best memories come from. My hunger made its voice known at the thought of food, and I would make no effort to deny it. Heading over to Bismarck, I got a table, and upon hearing a colleague of the warrior of light was present, I was met by the chef moments after ordering. Enjoying an amazing meal in the honorable company of Lyngsath Hyllbornsyn, my interest peaked and I gestured towards the kitchen. He put two and two together and showed me around.While examining the chef's armory, he handed me a pan and a knife and offered to show me how to make some simple items. I shook my head. How could I even attempt in the eyes of a master culinarian? He must have read my mind and quickly swayed my fears. He told me my eyes glistened when I looked at the different pans and knives he had in his possession. With him denying my refusals, I began to cook and took to it like a fish to water.From breads to stews to sweets, I aimed to master every recipe set before me, and before long, I let the scions in on my hidden talent, making meals and finding friendships along the way.