For those who’ve not played FFXIV, Urianger is one of your compatriots in the main story, and initially principally distinguished by his mode of speech being impossibly archaic.
While all the dialogue in the game is prone to some unusually anachronistic phrasing the translators seem to love, Urianger is absolutely and thoroughly over the top, full of thees and thous and vocabulary that feels like it probably hasn’t seen print in centuries until now.
The thing is though… they always and absolutely commit to the bit. A few characters over the length of a very long game comment about him having “a way with words”, in a way that feels more in-character ribbing than ironic nod to the fourth wall.
Instead, over the course of the game, they build characterization out of this. You grow to realize that he’s just an awkward dude who has spent 90% of his life with his head in ancient books, and that he’s hiding behind the purple prose a lot because he’s ironically enough, not great at expressing his own feelings.
It also gives them this powerful tool, where whenever the story calls for someone to wax poetic, Urianger is there to drop a sonnet without it being out of character for anyone else … and they even let him win narrative bits this way.
What started at the beginning as kind of the “weird old dude” joke of the party… became a fan favorite as they just let him keep being him, keep building on it. And it’s ten times more believable to me that this group of friends just kinda love their weird goofball, because they see what the writers do, rather than what would certainly be the quipped approach of everyone constantly giving him shit for it and me the player wondering why these people are even friends.
This is the kind of power you give yourself when you respect your own work! How much more narrative power you gain when you give a shit!
If you can’t love your own work, even the weird or “embarrassing” bits… nobody else is going to do it for you.