1. [For the largest and most significant parts of his life, he's been a noble - noble meaning balls and political manuvering, recognition of powers and reinforcing that you are the most terrible thing to be seen or experienced. Noble now forced to a silent, watchful position just barely out of reach of bloodthirsty things that he can't say he is unfamiliar with. Mist made monsters such as these, and certainly, while they are not Rift-touched, Fade-touched - whatever touched - they are not unfamiliar. Giant, heaving creatures with frothing mouths rimmed in white, unnatural protrusions to make anyone uncomfortable. And he is...uneasy, though, unlike an Orlesian drenched in Ferelden contradictory points, he is there, observing, watching, reduced to relying on what he was before due to the lack of all else that made him once Emperor of all, if only for a short while, if only - ]
[He silently sucks on his teeth, taking care to not protrude any lip, nor put an important hair out of place beyond it. He only wishes to study, pale blue eyes so light, they were almost white.]
[He will never be used to magick, ahem, magic acting in such a way - so limited, reduced to only some having access. It contradicts all of Ivalice, it contradicts and delights him in silence, forced to mental notetaking.]
2. [He doesn't care. It's what must be done, come hell or high water, and he's seen both. He can endure it even if from under the lids of his eyes he's staring at the other occupant of the tent with a thinly laced desire to find some other use for his makeshift pillow, wrapped from the bits of cloth the Inquisition has seen fit to grant him since making his presence known, willingly or not.]
[He keeps mostly to his own, his space organized, controlled, so much unlike his private space in Archades he wants to laugh - but it is not unfamiliar despite what his ubringing prefers to imply. Survival is essential, and this is the purest essence of it.]
3. [To him it's not unique, worshiping false gods happens every day, it formed a rather large and powerful cornerstone of his life. It's not wonder he doesn't believe anymore, but is quite capable of going through the motions, and the locals and their...dedication to such things is not beyond him. People seem to need, maybe crave, the desire to believe in something beyond themselves, some...grander purpose. He himself is not above it - hunting through the pages in his youth for some reason as to why man pursued the ends he did. It makes the act of pretending with them, learning of their ways with a silent, perhaps carefully controlled, and yes, arrogant assumption of something else, that much easier.]
[Vayne can play 'Orlais' even here, and when the food is honest, and the people moreso, perhaps there is the greatest irony of all.[
4. [As it stands he is someone who is an unknown, he knows better than to assume he can take charge - he is a Rifter, dangerous, potentially, a monster, possibly. But he has no problems reaching out and, quick as a whip, directing the idle bits of conversation about what to do next, into areas where things would make more sense - tactics he is used to, items which may be more interesting (but he's more terrible than the rest, he finds it all fascinating).]
[It's a bad habit but he enjoys it. The monsters here are also...unsurprising. They have always been. Mist before made monster and even altered the landscape to suit its needs, whatever it deigned to grasp onto. You simply became used to it - physics be damned, really. Logic sometimes as well, and with the Occurians? You may as well been asking for a sandwich laced in something to make you forget.]
[But it was a damn good sandwich.]
5. [throw things at me? idk, Vayne is a nerd so nerd in the library, with military shiz, politics, bars, whatever. He's also a consummate liar, intent on control but yet he doesn't have much to lose - this isn't Ivalice. His job is done as far as he is concerned which also leaves him in an uncomfortable spot as to how he should present himself - he is used to presenting what he has to in order to achieve certain ends. Well spoken, articulate, he has engaged in self destructive and self dismissive behaviors to put forth, slowly but surely, his younger brother as a future ruler rather than himself despite being labeled as a ruthless asshole. Vayne is a fantastic mix of what the fuck.]
Vayne C. Solidor | Rifted | FFXII
[He silently sucks on his teeth, taking care to not protrude any lip, nor put an important hair out of place beyond it. He only wishes to study, pale blue eyes so light, they were almost white.]
[He will never be used to magick, ahem, magic acting in such a way - so limited, reduced to only some having access. It contradicts all of Ivalice, it contradicts and delights him in silence, forced to mental notetaking.]
2. [He doesn't care. It's what must be done, come hell or high water, and he's seen both. He can endure it even if from under the lids of his eyes he's staring at the other occupant of the tent with a thinly laced desire to find some other use for his makeshift pillow, wrapped from the bits of cloth the Inquisition has seen fit to grant him since making his presence known, willingly or not.]
[He keeps mostly to his own, his space organized, controlled, so much unlike his private space in Archades he wants to laugh - but it is not unfamiliar despite what his ubringing prefers to imply. Survival is essential, and this is the purest essence of it.]
3. [To him it's not unique, worshiping false gods happens every day, it formed a rather large and powerful cornerstone of his life. It's not wonder he doesn't believe anymore, but is quite capable of going through the motions, and the locals and their...dedication to such things is not beyond him. People seem to need, maybe crave, the desire to believe in something beyond themselves, some...grander purpose. He himself is not above it - hunting through the pages in his youth for some reason as to why man pursued the ends he did. It makes the act of pretending with them, learning of their ways with a silent, perhaps carefully controlled, and yes, arrogant assumption of something else, that much easier.]
[Vayne can play 'Orlais' even here, and when the food is honest, and the people moreso, perhaps there is the greatest irony of all.[
4. [As it stands he is someone who is an unknown, he knows better than to assume he can take charge - he is a Rifter, dangerous, potentially, a monster, possibly. But he has no problems reaching out and, quick as a whip, directing the idle bits of conversation about what to do next, into areas where things would make more sense - tactics he is used to, items which may be more interesting (but he's more terrible than the rest, he finds it all fascinating).]
[It's a bad habit but he enjoys it. The monsters here are also...unsurprising. They have always been. Mist before made monster and even altered the landscape to suit its needs, whatever it deigned to grasp onto. You simply became used to it - physics be damned, really. Logic sometimes as well, and with the Occurians? You may as well been asking for a sandwich laced in something to make you forget.]
[But it was a damn good sandwich.]
5. [throw things at me? idk, Vayne is a nerd so nerd in the library, with military shiz, politics, bars, whatever. He's also a consummate liar, intent on control but yet he doesn't have much to lose - this isn't Ivalice. His job is done as far as he is concerned which also leaves him in an uncomfortable spot as to how he should present himself - he is used to presenting what he has to in order to achieve certain ends. Well spoken, articulate, he has engaged in self destructive and self dismissive behaviors to put forth, slowly but surely, his younger brother as a future ruler rather than himself despite being labeled as a ruthless asshole. Vayne is a fantastic mix of what the fuck.]