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General
Ukun Nukun, a.k.a "Pure White", is a male Lalafell of Plainsfolk clan, registered in the database on with 1566744 for ID.
Born on 11th Sun of the 5th Astral Moon under protection of Azeyma, the Warden.
Currently is resident of Limsa Lominsa, Vylbrand on Ultros of Primal.
Reached rank of Second Storm Lieutenant in Maelstrom Grand company.
Last interview was conducted on .
This is what adventurer had to say during it:
.:Ukun Nukun: Interstellar Dimension Boss:.
Ukun stepped out of the Stargate, pulling up his pants that had gotten a little looser in the time he'd spent traveling. "Well, I'm sure glad I found that remote so I could Slide!"
Ukun found himself standing in the middle of a British alley. Not an Ul'dahn alley or a Windurstian backlot, this was a bonafide British alley, complete with flags and pubs and a drunk guy stumbling into a wall.
"Hmm, this place is peculiar. I wonder if I might find some hard-boiled eggs or marmot steak in this establishment." Ukun closed his eyes and sniffed the air. He nearly passed out.
Suddenly, a nearby blue phone booth started making ringing noises, and Ukun forgot about his hunger. He doesn't know it's a phone booth, but we do, so he tried to discern the nature of the box by reading words inscribed on a door placard. Luckily for him, he picked up English when he spent some time with Spock three dimensions ago. He read: "T. A. Is that an R? DIS. Hmm, I wonder what it does."
He noticed a door handle and stepped into the box to find a black rotary phone ringing. He picked up the handle and used his Traveler's Intuition, putting the phone to his ear.
"Hello, Mr. Anderson...”
“But I’m Ukun Nukun.”
“Dammit, wrong number. Please move your ear away from the phone immediately.”
“What’s a pho--” Since he didn't listen, Ukun was suddenly sucked into the phone, his space and mind and body and soul and clothes and sense of humor compressing into data traveling through the tubes that connected Britain to the Matrix. As he moved, in front of him stood a man in a generic business suit. “Mr. Dressed Fellow, you oughta figure out how to fix your phones. You can communicate words to me, but I just don’t understand what you mean!”
“Ukun, Hydaelyn neeeeeds youuuuuu~” said the man, whose voice was celestial, female, and elderly.
“Who's Hydaelyn?”
“It’s aaaa realmmmm with many sentiennnnnt crrrreaaaaatures...” said the man, as Ukun was suddenly viewing a screenshot of a short diminutive person, a female cat person, and male person person.
“Hey, it’s a Taru, like me and Kyubi, a Mithra like Nyiiyu, and a Hume like Aslann! I recognize them, they’re my friends!”
“Noooope, they are Lalafell, Miqo’te, and Hyur~ Anywayyyy, I need you to help meeeeeee... Create and command the illest Linkshell there ever was, Fukujinzuke, and perhaps I can be savvvved...” At that, the businessman blew Ukun a kiss, sending the Tarufell to unconsciousness.
Ukun suddenly awoke, finding himself in a snazzy room at the Mizzenmast Inn. He found the armoire already stocked with healing robes. Perfect! He couldn't wait to tell his first Hydaelynian, “No, I can’t give you a raise. Why? Because I’m a boss!” He donned the robes, wrote down what the man-woman-deity-voice said, and stepped out into Eorzea.