Name: Ersatz Rasaba
Title: The Self-Proclaimed Desperado Dandy
Race: Hume
Job: Machinist
Age: 29
Gender: Male
Warrior of Light: No

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Physical Features:

Though he stands at 5'9", the garb Ersatz wears makes him seem slightly larger than he actually is. He is somewhat on the lean side in terms of build as well. Ersatz claims to have short black hair, desert-tanned skin and a scar from an old gunshot wound on his chest. However, as he is usually covered in all his garb, the only real physical feature others can confirm are his dark olive eyes.

Clothing/Armor/Weapons:

The first thing most people will notice about his attire would either be his bright green-and-red sarape or his large canary sombrero. A closer inspection at his garb would reveal the fact that he not only has a skull bandana over his mouth but also an orange scarf that covers his neck. A bone pattern dress and a pair of leather boots cover his lower body while metal gauntlets protect his arms. To complete the theatricality, he carries a frequently out of tune guitar that's strapped over his right shoulder.

The real tool of the trade lies in his satchel bag however: a customized sawn-off musket that has been fitted to fire elemental bullets!.. If he had any left.


Personality Traits:

Theatrical | Clever | Selfish | Deceitful | Sentimental

Ersatz likes to put on a show, whether he's fighting or performing. However, when confronted with a life or death situation, he'll be ready to throw someone unimportant in front of the fire. Alas, his judgment is not always logical.

Likes:

Songs | Artifacts | Machines

Dislikes:

Authorities | Caves | Flans

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Hometown: ??? | Cronquist

Current Residence: Topeak | Calestani

Occupation: Street performer, irregular handyman, and machinist apprentice

Backstory:

A Cronquist citizen who sought a better life, Ersatz moved to Calestani after an incident forced out the land he called home. The only things he had were the clothes on his back, his guitar and a broken Deepkin firearm that he wanted to have repaired by the master machinists themselves. Once he got there, however, it became apparent that he wasn't going to get an audience with a Deepkin machinist anytime soon. Still, an apprenticeship with a tinkerer and some music gigs at the local inns were enough to help him get by. After saving up enough money, Ersatz finally had the firearm repaired and has decided to take a vacation with the remaining savings, just in time for the festival at Thorne.

Ersatz's journey has been filled with tough times but it wasn't all bad. In fact, he tends to remember the good moments more than the bad experiences. Yet, one can never just escape the deeds of their past. Ersatz is trying though.

Other: He has been known to perform with his guitar but does not know of any magical bardsongs.

Name: Amadeus Galantia Moggo the Fourth. 'Moggo' for short.
Title: "Squire Moggo IV of Mog Town, Guardian of the Crystal Palace, Squire to the Steward of the Grand Crystal"
Race: Moogle
Job: Warrior
Age: 15
Gender: Male
Warrior of Light: No

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Physical Features:

Tall for a moogle, Moggo stands over his kin at an impressive 2'6" in height, with quaint cream colored fur. His body is narrow and sinewy, and his wings are a leathery black while his pom is a light green. His eyes are soft and brown in color, and have a sense of perceptiveness to them. Most notably, his ears are dark brown in color, instead of the cream white of the rest of his fur. While his body is relatively devoid scars, and are generally hidden by his fur, though the most notable one is a short, pink slash across his left cheek.

Clothing/Armor/Weapons:

Like most moogles, Moggo's everyday attire consists of a large, one piece type of baggy attire in white and green that goes down to past his knees, with a pair of breeches tucked into a pair of sturdy leather boots. The sleeves are tucked leather vambraces over the his hands as to not get in his way. Overtop of this, he wears a tough, sturdy leather apron that isn't uncommon on squires. A leather cap tops his head, with holes for his ears and pom.

In battle, Moggo joins the ranks of his other fellow warriors. Clad in hardleather plates on his arms and legs, with a chainmail shirt underneath a tough leather brigandine, Moggo is surprisingly mobile for such an ungainly looking appearance. His head is protected by a visored sallet, with holes in the top for his pom and ears to poke through. His ears has soft leather strapped to its back for added protection.

Like many would-be knights, Moggo is trained in a variety of martial weapons, though there are a few that he favors. In one hand, he wields his favored sword- The Lohengrin (though it is no larger than a long dagger or shortsword by hume standards), a self-named wide steel blade of of decent craftsmanship, and in the other a great, sturdy kiteshield (again, by hume standards, it is no larger than a typical buckler). However, knowing he is short of stature and therefore reach, Moggo has also learned how to use polearms, and will wield a pure steel shortspear in conjunction with his shield, often saving the Lohengrin for use in personal defense.


Personality Traits:

Loyal | Earnest | Selfless | Short-Sighted | Simple-Minded

Likes:

Getting scratched behind the ear | Acts of Valor | Kupo Nuts

Dislikes:

Having his Pom/Wings pulled | Acts of Cowardice | Jokes about height

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Hometown:

Mog Town | Thorne

Current Residence:

Thorne City | Thorne

Occupation:

A Squire in the service of the Holy Paladin Order

Backstory:

The third son and fifth child of eight, Moggo was born to a humble farming family in the outfields of Thorne, in a small village populated primarily by moogles- Mog Town. Amadeus Galantia Moggo the Fourth was never destined for greatness, said his family, he and the rest of his siblings were expected to help his parents run their farm. As a child, Moggo helped out his family on the Moggo farm, either cultivating Kupo Nuts or tending to the chocobos, though he often dreamed of doing more with his life- doing good in a way that was more than just helping around the farm or tending to birds.

Still, ever the good son, Moggo spent most of his childhood and adolescent years helping his family on their farm, and between schooling and farmwork was kept quite busy. Keeping him busy was his parents way of trying to discourage him from growing too ambitious or curious of the world beyond the farm, believing that he would strike off on his won to act on some foolhardy sense of justice, but they were not blind to his desires. As he grew older, his parents relented a bit, and allowed him to travel to Thorne City with his father when they went to sell their goods in the market.

One day in town, a group of Paladins in the marketplace noticed the small moogle family, and one commented on Moggo's impressive strength- being able to easily carry a heavy barrel of kupo nuts that a fully grown hume would be hard pressed to carry without aid- and said that Moggo would make a decent Knight with his strength. Though the compliment was merely a comment in passing, perhaps even a joke, Moggo took the words to heart and decided that he had found his true calling.

Much to the dismay of his father, Moggo immediately set off to find the Crystal Palace where he animatedly requested to join the service of its Knight Paladins. The Paladins found themselves bewildered with the appearance of the little moogle requesting to join their ranks, and equally bewildered by the adamancy in which he refused to be refused. Eventually, a kindly lower-ranked knight decided to take Moggo on as a squire, willing to humor the little moogle for a little while before the little thing would surely tire of his ideals and realize that military service was not for him.

Unfortunately for Sir Eran Quaid, the lowly knight that took Moggo under his wing, Moggo did not tire of his aspirations to join the Holy Paladin Order. In fact, Moggo possessed an amount of determination and energy uncommon to even the most dedicated of squires. With the work ethic and dedication of a full-time farmer, the little moogle surprised many with his determination and surprising amount of strength.

Now a squire for the past three years, Amadeus Galantia Moggo IV serves and accompanies Sir Eran Quaid as he quests in the service of the Holy Paladin Order. From delivering messages and letters, to caring and maintaining armor and weapons, and even fighting alongside Sir Eran against monsters, Moggo eagerly serves the Order with aspirations of joining its ranks as a full fledged Paladin himself. Currently, the pair are back in Thorne City, as Sir Eran participates in tourneys and Amadeus enjoys the week long festival.
Other:

Needless to say, Sir Eran will likely perish with the attack, leaving Moggo free to join the rest of the party on whatever it is they decide to do.

Moggo is abnormally strong. Attributed to years of working on a farm, Moggo posses an amount of strength that is bewildering comparative to his size.

Name: Ryouji Yasuharu
Title: Prince
Race: Hume
Job: Samurai
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Warrior of Light: Yes

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Physical Features:

Standing roughly 4' 8", Ryouji is quite short for his age. A scrawny 95 pounds would make him an easy target if not for his Royal heritage. Steel grey hair adorns his head, a genetic gift from his Father, and his eyes shimmer in a pale cerulean like his Mother. His youth is ever apparent in his skin tone and complexion, and he has taken great care to avoid poor hygiene. Though, he has managed to build a small amount of muscle, thanks to his swordsmanship training.

Clothing/Armor/Weapons:

Normally, he is seen wearing the traditional dress of the Kimuran nation, a simple indigo kimono with his family crest embroidered on the back. He carries a ceremonial katana with him nearly everywhere he goes, though it once belonged to his grandfather and is merely a placeholder until he is old enough to forge his own. If he were to engage in combat, Ryouji has a set of Kozane, lamellar leather armor that his Father had made for him.

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Personality Traits:

Brave | Naive | Well Mannered | Timid | Determined
Quick to trust, and sadly easy to manipulate.

Likes:

Swords | Friends | Legends | Rainstorms

Dislikes:

Chocobo Riding | Mud | The Color pink

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Hometown:

Kimura

Current Residence:

The Palace of House Yasuharu, on the southernmost peninsula of the Island

Occupation:

Studies Bushido from his Father, practicing his swordsmanship and political manners daily.

Backstory:

Not much can be said about his upbringing. Life in the Palace was only noteworthy during his time training his sword skills with his father or reading old Legends about ancient Swordsmen and Heroes. Though, there was one time when he was very young when he was bitten by a Chocobo, thus starting a lifelong distrust for the bright yellow birds.

Other:

One day, he hopes to be the greatest swordsman who ever lived, even greater than the Legendary Gilgamesh.
He always carries more Gil then he can really understand the value of.
Even though he has no magical skills, he has named his attacks after powerful techniques used by Legendary Warriors, just in case one of them actually works.

Name: Nila Daana
Title: The Bluest Of All Mages
Race: Hume
Job: Blue Mage
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Warrior of Light: No


Physical Features:

Nila stands at five-foot-five, with a thin build suited more for manouverability than heavy lifting. As such, her measurements are also on the shorter side, much to her complete indifference. Nila's skin is lightly tanned, with thick, pitch-black hair that falls wildly onto her shoulders, where it's generally left to lie - aside from a blue ribbon tied around a lock of hair. Her eyes are a super unique and brilliant hazel.

A scar lies underneath Nila's left eye, a nasty cut from childhood, following a terrible run-in with a grouchy goblin that had figured out "Goblin Punch + Pointy Object = more damage". This scar hasn't healed the most gracefully, but is generally hidden under the domino mask Nila likes to wear, however. Not that she has an issue showing the scar, the mask is just too awesome to not wear.

Clothing/Armor/Weapons:

Rare is the occasion that Nila is not decked out in her 'work clothes'. With a standard white undershirt, and blue, poofy trousers as her base, Nila also dons an equally blue cape that travels midway down her back, and neatly wraps around her shoulders. In addition, Nila wears black, travel-worn boots that have served her well in her travels.

And of course, a domino mask. Covering most of the upper half of her face, Nila tends to wear this when being overly-theatrical. The rims of the mask extend slightly beyond her face, with the upper corners tipped with a light teal gradient and stretching upward slightly.

In battle, Nila would wear light, leather armour - anything heavier she finds too cumbersome or detrimental to her spellcasting and evasive action. As such, she generally won't wear anything more complicated than a cuirass, and maybe a leather helmet, if she's going to fight a monster known for throwing projectiles.

At her hip, Nila wields her trusty sabre, a small, curved sword that can be wielded with one hand. It's a rather bog-standard sword, as far as materials go, and has seen it's fair share of fights. Luckily, it's still got plenty of usage left in it. Probably helps that Nila isn't exactly a frontline fighter, making its maintenance much easier.


Personality Traits:

Outgoing | Cheerful | Impulsive | Curious | Theatrical

Nila's pretty darn showy a lot of the time, seemingly unaware of the art of subtlety. She expresses great confidence in her skills, knowledge and presentation, but lacks restraint and tact in certain situations, which can draw some unwanted attention. She's a friendly and helpful gal with an optimistic mindset about things, but loses sight of her surroundings when a chance to expand her personal bestiary occurs - no matter what, she needs to know how behemoths react to getting poked with a stick.

Nila has a great love for magic of all forms, and naturally loves her brand most of all. When she learned that most places outside of Dahlgren seemed disdainful at best towards magic, it blew her mind. What was the problem? They were acting like magic nearly destroyed the world or something! Nila often overlooks a particular black spot in history when defending magic.

Likes:

Monsters | Moogles | Theatres

Even compared to other Blue Mages, Nila seems to hold a great admiration for the creatures that like to randomly ambush travellers. Part of this may just be because of the possibility she can acquire new techniques to mess around with, but even beyond that, she speaks of monters' chaarcteristics with great fondness and passion. Well, with a particular exception...
The poor moogles, cursed with infinite cuteness, are also Nila's prey. She cannot stop herself from hugging them tightly, wishing to keep them as companions, and touching their pom-poms. It's probably safe to say she is not popular amongst moogles.
And of course, Nila holds great fondness for the theatrical and grandiose. Anyone with an affinity for the extravagant shall earn her much-coveted admiration.

Dislikes:

Malboros | Anti-magic bias | Large bodies of water

...Bad Breath was not worth the effort to learn. That's all Nila will say regarding Malboros.
'Baseless and unfounded' fears about magic are a given for someone that practices an admittedly-unusual school of magic, but regardless, Nila cannot fathom why anyone would consider magic to be a bad thing. It's nothing but beneficial, right?!
Nila, unfortunately, is not a particularly strong swimmer. This probably stems from another monster-related incident, though it's not exactly as trauamtic as the Malboro Incident. Still, she hasn't exactly done much to rectify this issue. The aquatic creatures of her bestiary are going to be neglected for a while, it seems.


Hometown:

Dahlgren

Current Residence:

Thorne, The Great Outdoors/Some Inn

Occupation:

Monster Hunter: Nila mainly earns her keep by snatching up bounties on troublesome monsters. Not only does this let her eat for the day, she's practically getting paid to study potentially new monsters! Though on a slow day with no monsters to hunt, she'll ask around for any day-jobs cleaning tables or something.

Backstory:

Born in Dahlgren to a family that heavily favoured Blue Magic, Nila is the youngest of five siblings - the second-eldest sadly deceased at this point in time. While Nila isn't exactly a prodigy, her great love of blue magic, and fascination with monsters in general, has inspired some promising results for her.

Nila has taken every chance possible to encounter a wide variety of monsters, expanding her knowledge of any and all genus recorded in her personal bestiary. Not just their looks or abilities, but even their habitats, habits, typical diet... anything she can observe. Having only just begun her travels though, there are stil lso many fascinating creatures to find...

Growing up, Nila wasn't quite as outgoing and boisterous as she is now. Having a few unlucky encounters with monsters certainly did little to boost her confidence. Fortunately, Nila's family are a rather supportive lot: with their encouragement, Nila stuck with her studies of Blue Magic, and her passion bloomed when she was officially enrolled as a student. Seeing more of the world, a wider variety of monsters with interesting lifestyles, and of course, learning more and more monster-based spells had sparked a desire to master the school of magic.

Other:

Her favourite colour is actually green. Go figure.
Oddly enough, despite getting scarred in this incident, Nila quickly got over the incident. It got her to start wearing a stylish mask, so no point in moping over it, right?