Ratsy Meanstreet

Pugilist • City Enthusiast • Renunciate"Ratsy only punches. No weapons, no magic."

ROLEPLAY HOOKS

City life & poverty — Ratsy loves talking about poverty. If your character brings up the city, highway restrooms, dumpster diving, refueling stations, or cheap food, Ratsy’s ears will perk up instantly.Venue security — Ratsy 's main objective at venues is always finding hooligans. If your character mentions troublemakers, expect Ratsy to take notice. If your character is causing the trouble, expect a polite tap on the shoulder, inviting you to "step into the men's restroom for a quick chat."The Limsa Parks — Ratsy might be meditating under a tree or eating a roast beef sandwich. He'll put the sandwich down if your character talks about fish, alcohol, steam pipe huffing, or any of life's hardships!

OVERVIEW

Name: Ratsy Meanstreet
Race: Midlander Hyur (Provincial Origin)
Age: 31
Gender: Male (He/Him)
Profession: Bartender for Headquarters (Since Feb 2025) & Aspiring On-Call Janitor
Location: Limsa Lominsa (The Mist, Ward 9 Projects)
Affiliations: None

BACKGROUND & ORIGIN

The Ceruleum Depot
Ratsy spent his formative years on the streets of Garlemald. He lived in a cramped apartment with his mom on the second floor of a refueling station. Growing up over the fumes, Ratsy spent his youth in an urban wasteland with no time or need for identity, factions, politics, or alignments. He took care of what was in front of him. He would occasionally step up to protect the refueling station from delinquents and desperate fuel-siphoners.As a Midlander in a city where all his neighbors were pure bloods, he styled his hair into a forward-sweeping pompadour. This cast a deliberate shadow over his forehead, obscuring his lack of a "third eye." This survival tactic became a badge of honor that he chose to maintain, or risk losing his integrity.Ratsy secretly blames the Sharlayan Forum for bombing his childhood home above the fuel pumps.The Pure Pugilist
Ratsy's aversions towards magic, metal weapons, or material acquisition were conditioned by his upbringing in Garlemald. He enters every confrontation completely unarmed, trusting his bare fists as his sole tools for street justice. While he strictly prefers basic pugilism, he will use his monk abilities if lives are in danger. The moment the threat is neutralized, he removes his Monk crystal and returns to the Limsa parks.The Long Freight South
Years ago, a chase with a hooligan landed Ratsy into the dark hole of an imperial shipping container. The unit locked shut while he taught the bad guy a lesson. When the rusted doors finally opened, Ratsy stumbled out into the heat of Thanalan. With Ul'dah's unregulated street culture, he found far more hooligans than at the fuel pumps. Then began his endless quest to reeducate them.

THE UNBOUND FIST

An Auspicious Alignment
Ratsy's journeys eventually carried him to the wind-swept ridges of the Azim Steppe. It was there that he crossed paths with an elderly Othardian Yogi—a man looked upon by the Xaela tribes as a strange, joyous hobo. Though Ratsy traditionally rejected ties with most groups, he formed an instant, connection with this teacher. The Yogi's lifestyle of generosity, ethical discipline, joyous perseverance, and crazy wisdom perfectly catered to Ratsy, who reluctantly also practiced teachings of nonviolence.The Moving Meditation
The Yogi taught him to view his body not just as a blunt instrument for street justice, but as a vessel of peace. It was here that Ratsy finally learned to unseal his internal aether, transforming his physical pugilism into a martial art capable of protecting the innocent without harboring malice.The Sealed Vows
A year and a half ago, Ratsy formally gave up his Monk crystal. He reasoned that the best commitment to his teacher would be a life of humility. He had also met his future wife Miyu Gyaru, and knew he could no longer commit to celibacy. A year after their marriage, his wife departed, taking their daughter with her. His purpose then shifted towards entirely new horizons. Since then, he has become more open to placing himself into situations where he could be forced to use his monk abilities.Socially Oblivious
Ratsy has almost no grasp of high society etiquette or traditional social conventions. Unless he is actively applying himself to help a friend or achieve a specific goal, his day-to-day interactions remain entirely raw, blunt, and street-driven. He gathers his clothes from dumpsters and second-hand stores and carries little identity for places he has lived, aside from his neighborhood of Ward 9.Conscious Positivity
Due to his pompadour, shades, folded arms, and his endless search for hooligans, Ratsy goes out of his way to maintain an upbeat, polite demeanor to put everyday folks at ease. Despite his harsh appearance, friendships and fierce loyalty come before all else in his world.

PRESENT STATUS

Changing Tides
Ratsy views life as a series of hands dealt from a deck; you play the cards you're dealt. Following an amicable separation from his wife and daughter, he often meditates under the trees of the Limsa parks. He drops by his seaside house in the Mist to ensure it is maintained. But otherwise, he sleeps in the parks of Limsa, like he used to before.New Horizons
Ratsy is also quietly mapping out a freelance janitorial venture under the corporate banner of "Magellan McPoo."