[CHAR] Final Fantasy XIV: Everdusk

[Hero]

Annora

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Annora Steele

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Goes by 'Vulcan' exclusively for her smithing label.

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Vulcan was the title given to her by Shooting Star for her blacksmith achievements.

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Hyur

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Midlander

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Limsa Lominsa, La Noscea

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Blacksmith

Annora lives and breathes smithing, her family specializing in the trade for many generations, and she is no exception. While she travels more and prefers battle now, she still keeps the craft up to make sure her skills stay top-notch.

Hunter

Of course, now that she has struck out on her own, materials don't come cheap. And so she picked up hunting on the side, often taking on marks either alone or with other stragglers for the bigger foes.

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Marauder

Choosing the way of the axe for combat, Annora specializes in brute force to crush any foe that would cross her. She aims to further her skills by traveling the land and getting more experience.

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Female

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Byregot

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Straight

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Annora is of slightly less than average height for her race, her body on the toned side of things. She has several marks from injuries she got when she was still learning how to use the anvil. Her eyes are colored purple, and she possesses a beauty mark on her left cheek.

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Calm, cool, and collected, at a first glance Annora appears as an ordinary hyur. She only usually speaks when spoken to, having a general disinterest in most conversations, though she's too polite to just stay quiet. She doesn't emote well, nor does she express her thoughts openly. She prefers to get straight to the point and speaks somewhat bluntly. Despite being on the quieter side of things, she does pay attention to her surroundings, making sure to retain important information. Because of this she's fairly good at explaining things when needed, knowledgeable about many subjects and locales due to her travels.

And then there's Annora in combat.

Relying on brute force to solve most of her combat issues, she likes to jump right in. Completely focused on demolishing her enemies, she has no fear, whether it's another warrior or a monster three times her size. Her strength allows her to swing her axe with an added grace, though considering that the subject of her choosing is about to get sliced in half, 'grace' may not be the best word to describe it. Still, she revels in a fight, the thrill giving her a rush unlike any other.

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Born the third child to Eleanore and Avery Steele, Annora's life was fairly straightforward. Her parents were strong willed, doing their best to instill their children with the same confidence. Her family was well known for their craft, her mother's merchant services putting their works into high demand. Throughout most of her childhood Annora and her two siblings, Avalon the brother and Amelie, would assist their father and learn the family techniques, developing and nurturing the skill from a young age. As she got older, Avalon often yearned to see more of the world, often shirking off the work to make trips into the other city states. Eventually he left one day when she was fifteen and never came back. Amelie soon studied to become her father's apprentice properly, and Annora found herself at a crossroads: dare she follow her brother and explore Eorzea, or prove herself a dutiful daughter like her sister did?

Fate had a hand in nudging her into the right direction one day upon their return to the city, their cart filled with supplies. Despite being told to stay put, the eighteen year old Annora found herself picking up one of the fallen's weapons, charging in. Of course, a young woman with no experience was no match for bandits, but something in her seemed to awaken. After the Maelstrom soldiers took over and led the family to safety, Annora would approach the Marauder's Guild and enroll. At first, her parents protested, not wanting to lose another child tot he life of adventure, but she wouldn't be contained.

The nomadic lifestyle she ended up adapting came from pure experience; she had admittedly gone into the adventurer's life completely blind. Still, she adjusted, learned, and became more sure of herself. She left La Noscea once she felt comfortable with her fighting ability and explored Eorzea to challenge herself. Two years ago, she met Shooting Star in Mor Dhona, supposedly a crafter extraordinaire of some kind. While initially wary of him and his questionable personality at first, she did recognize that he had an eye for the craft, and so she studied under him for a year and a half, refining her skill to the point that from that point forward she began to make her own weapons.

When her savings began to dwindle, Annora started to look for other avenues. Half a year ago she began to pick up on hunts, finding the challenges provided by the various monsters a good way to entertain herself. Hunting also helped in her learning both the layout of the land as well as educating herself in the various wildlife around Eorzea.

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She initially had a desire to become an arcanist for the sole purpose of getting to have her own personal Carbuncle.
Despite being more knowledgeable in weaponry, she does know how to repair a variety of armor from anything metal to leather to cloth. Her skills end there, though; she'll recommend others to go to experts if they need anything beyond repairs.
Her services are mostly done through commissions in which she will drop everything and craft things within a short period. As of late, she has found more money in hunting and has prioritized tracking hunts to sustain herself.
She likes spicy foods.
She likes to wear a flower with her headband.

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[akirashadow]

K'arskh Tia

Appearance

"You think you're crazy? I fight creatures that want to eat me, with my fists."

Birth Name: K'arskh Tia

Nickname: Kash (Pronunciation of name by non-Miqo'te races & Common choice of self introduction. For simplicity this name is what will feature further within this character sheet)

Title(s): N/A

Race: Miqo'te

Clan: Seeker of the Sun (Hipparion, Roving)

Age: 23

Birthplace: Born within the Sagolii Desert within the Hipparion Eorzean clan grounds. Born on the 2nd Sun of the First Umbral Moon.

Occupation: Devout Pugilist, Kash resides within the Pugilist Guild within Ul'dah away from the busy market streets within the Steps of Thal. Contributes the Guilds food stores through fishing, a hobby he'd taken up to help hone his patience.

Class: Pugilist

Gender: Male

Deity: Azeyma

Sexual Orientation: Straight

Appearance: Kash stands at the tall (for a Miqo'te at least) height of 5'3". He has 4 triangular shaped stripe markings on his cheeks, two on each side in an almost symmetrical pattern. He claims to have purple eyes although his left eye has a discoloration appearing more as a dark blue color. a shallow scar overlaps the top most stripe on his left cheek, luckily the only mark left on him from the active hunting lifestyle the Hipparion tribe leads.

Personality: Over the years Kash's personality has experienced some changes which leads to a certain degree of unpredictability. In more recent years Kash has learned to act more calmly and patient when dealing with difficult situations. However this temporary facade represents an individual with a short-fuse who acts more brash the longer a confrontational conversation ensues.

Kash is otherwise friendly in conversation, but his realistic point of view on occasion can be viewed as pessimistic. He has developed a heightened respect for authority and superiors from his time as a city dweller and from that feels freely to speak his mind when asked his opinion on matters concerning himself or the guild.

Biography: Kash's upbringing was one that could be considered typical for a offspring of a Seeker of Sun tribe member. Most of his adolescents was spent learning how to be of value to the tribe including lessons on hunting. However for Kash, like other Miqo'te before him, did not possess the natural knack or aptitude for wielding a bow. This made it increasingly difficult to and dangerous for Kash to participate in hunts, often resulting himself defending himself in hand to hand combat, even resorting to using the bow as a means of grappling rather than its intended purpose.

For all intents and purpose, by the time Kash was 16, old enough to participate in the coming of age trials it was clear to the elders and himself that he would likely fail his trial. However he decided to participate in the trial. Kash was the last to return from the trials to his camp, he returned without a kill and an empty quiver. He had failed, failed his clan and himself.

Although no Miqo'te was exiled from their clan for failing their trial, one year on Kash made the decision to leave his clan. Unlike most that would make this decision he was not doing this out of desire to create his own clan, asking none to join him he left with naught but what little gil he had and the clothing on his back. His aim was to head for Horizon and purchase passage to Limsa Lominsa. He had remembered stories from other clan members, other Miqo'te clans had now called the town their home and were living among the other races there.

The major flaw to Kash's plan was his lack of knowledge in the local geography beyond the bounds of Southern Thanalan, despite this he did not wish to stay his kind in the desert as a failure and so departed regardless. The trek was tiring and the blistering heat of the Thanalan region slowly took its toll on the young Miqo'te forcing him to a stop by the time he'd reached Ul'dah. A city, a discomforting prospect for someone who grew up in a camp knowing everyone that lived within their dwindling numbers. But he had no choice, his decision had been made and best he got used to being around others before he reached Limsa Lominsa.

'The Quicksand' supposedly the place for one to go to rest their head and rid themselves of their woes. Though its name's more traditional meaning had Kash confused until he stepped through its doors. The atmosphere felt similar to that of the camp at night, though instead of hunters, those gathered there evidently came from a multitude of professions. The young miqo'te would proceed to drink, his chance of passage to Limsa dwindling with each tankard he'd buy. Perhaps he regretted leaving the camp, perhaps he was angry at himself for not being able to learn to use the hunters tool. The reason would prove to be of little import however, for an easily avoided scenario would shortly change his path completely.

The night went on and Kash's sobriety faded from existence. With each drink, a new name dubbed upon him by his server, adding to his annoyance. What would follow would be the final straw the young, drunk Miqo'te could handle as a single drunkard parted from his group to request Kash join them. The mans hand grabbed hold of Kash's shoulder who returned to him a glare of anger. An unwelcome contact established between them, though before the drunk would receive explanation, or a chance a withdraw his invite, Kash would react. The reaction in the form most Miqo'te would use to settle their differences, though in this case it was to deal with an annoyance.

The first punched was thrown by the Miqo'te, as would be the last even after two of the drunkard Hyur's friends had joined the scuffle. The situation may have escalated further, had the Brass Blades not restrained Kash from fighting any further. Though he initially struggled, he was soon overpowered by their number as the forced the Miqo'te into cuffs. They would 'return him to where he came from' as they dragged him from the establishment.

Without further word the Brass Blades 'escorted' Kash to the Pugilist Guild in shackles. Kash's state was so far gone that even if he had known the Guilds location he would not of ended up there without the Blades pulling him along. Were Kash capable of comprehending the situation he may have been surprised when the Guild Master took him in following the Blades detail of the bar brawl, reprimanding the Guild Master for not having 'better tabs' on their pupils. The Guild Master saw best not to kick Kash out in his current state and provided a bed for the night to the wanderer Miqo'te.

The following day Kash was offered an ultimatum from the Guild Master. Challenge on of the Guilds students, of the Guild Masters choosing to see if he had potential as a Pugilist, or be handed back to the Brass Blades having been 'dispelled' from the Guild to face justice at the Blades discretion. Finding the choice obvious Kash had chosen the former of the two options and was surprised when the student chosen approached barehanded. However once the student had taken up a fighting stance, it was clear that this would be a bout of hand-to-hand combat.

Kash engaged his opponent but was unable to land a blow as his opponent weaved with ease between Kash's untrained attacks, but didn't attempt to strike back. As the fight went on Kash's anger grew and his attacks became more predictable. The supposed fight was appearing more one sided as it continued and on the signal from the Guild Master the student began to strike back. Not able to predict what would happen Kash made but futile attempts to deflect the blows was swiftly bested. He had failed again, adding only further to his embarrassing inability. Though for some reason the Guild Master applauded the display, perhaps he was simply proud of his students, but it came as a surprise when the Guild Master approached Kash offering a place at the Guild as his pupil.

Six months into training, that was all that had been completed when the Immortal Flames came to the Guild requesting assistance for the battle about to begin in Carteneau. The urgency and importance was not lost on Kash, but he as one of the least experienced Pugilist would not be participating. After all, his training up to this point had mainly been mastering the many forms and stances the Pugilist would adapt based on the combat situation, he was not ready. Many of the Guilds students departed that day to help in the battle that day.

In the weeks following the event called 'The Calamity' it had become clear to him, that none of them would return. There was little time to mourn, the Guild had suffered a crippling blow in both numbers and experience. Kash's training would intensify, the Guild Master focusing on getting the lesser experienced pupils such as Kash up to speed. The teaching of techniques and how best to use them together to string together a destructive flurry of attacks, his natural flexibility as a Miqo'te aiding him in the learning of some of the more complex techniques.

Though his training went well the explosive nature residing in Kash was still proving an issue whilst sparring, the longer the session ensued, the more Kash's ability slipped leading to defeat at the hands of Pugilists less skilled then himself. The Guild Master saw fit to request and demonstrate a hobby, something to help calm the Miqo'te's nerves and teach him a lesson in patience. A handful of Pupils were then taken a days training, outside the walls of Ul'dah within The Silver Bazaar. The pupils in question shared similar characteristics of impatience in combat, and so were going to be given a lesson in patience, fishing.

Though not all of the pupils decided to take up the hobby, Kash was one of the few that did. The concentration and patience required, waiting for that key moment to strike. The hobby in its own right was training, though the Guild Master would never reveal their hope that this would happen for their pupils.

The years following saw a sense of normality come to Kash's life. His arrogant nature as a Miqo'te toward other races, dwindling from his time spent with them within the walls of Ul'dah and his time at the guild. The adoption of his spoken name of 'Kash' to provide easier pronunciation to those around him and to offer himself a type of independence from his tribe. It seemed almost uneventful, the chaos in the years leading up to The Calamity within his life, and now a near blissful ignorance to the issues of the world.

Kash would eventually be roped in, along with other pupils into the concerns of the Immortal Flames. Since the casualties experienced during the Battle of Carteneau, the Flames would repeatedly visit the Guilds to aid in their stalemate conflict with the Amalj'aa. Though none of this assistance added up to anything more than a thank you, Kash was always a sought after ally for any expedition to Southern Thanalan.

Pupils would come and leave the Pugilist Guild either to pursue other aspirations or in search of 'more'. Kash would remain, devoted to the Pugilist Guild have given him a new way of life. He grew to enjoy city living even though he still couldn't handle the hustle and bustle of the markets within the Steps of Nald. The celebration to mark five years since the events of 'The Calamity' and the survival of the realm was fast now approaching, and the Pugilist Guild would have to do their part to help prepare the city...

Other Information: Despite his initial introduction, Kash has become a valued member of the Pugilist Guild through his years of training. His voice in regards to their actions carries some weight within the guild and even with matters concerning co-operation with the Immortal Flames.

Despite it being 5 years since the incident the Brass Blades still keep close tabs on Kash's actions within the city.

Although initially barred indefinitely from The Quicksand, the proprietor has become more lenient towards Kash. He is allowed within The Quicksand so long as he's accompanied by other members of the Pugilist Guild or visiting with regard to Guild business.

[Marlowe]

L'aruh Rhaumteya

𝐁𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡 𝐍𝐚𝐦𝐞:
L'aruh Rhaumteya

𝐍𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞:
Aruh (to those she calls friends)

𝐓𝐢𝐭𝐥𝐞(𝐬):
N/A

𝐑𝐚𝐜𝐞:
Miqo'te

𝐂𝐥𝐚𝐧:
Seeker of the Sun

𝐀𝐠𝐞:
Nineteen years old

𝐁𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞:
Limsa Lominsa, La Noscea

𝐎𝐜𝐜𝐮𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧:
Chef:
Because her family is one of culinarians, L'aruh works with her mother in The Fox and Dragon as a chef whenever she has free time.

𝐂𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬:
Arcanist
L'aruh has been studying as an Arcanist for four years. While she still has a lot to learn, she can certainly hold her own against a pair of wily bandits or a hungry beast.

Culinarian
Despite having over a decade of cooking under her belt, L'aruh considers her skill at cooking mediocre, at best. To everyone else, her food is quite delicious.

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫:
Female

𝐃𝐞𝐢𝐭𝐲:
Azeyma, the Warden

𝐒𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐎𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧:
Heterosexual

𝐀𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞:

Clicky

𝐇𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭:
5'2

𝐖𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭:
104 lbs

𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐫:
Dark violet

𝐄𝐲𝐞 𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐫:
Right eye is bright yellow, while her left one is amber

𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐱𝐢𝐨𝐧:
Fair

𝐁𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧:
Thin

𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐅𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐬:
L'aruh has a rather plumed tail which she grooms on the regular basis. She also has a notch in her right ear.

𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲:
An ambitious individual, L'aruh has an almost insatiable curiosity. She has a large amount of passion for the arcane and takes her studies seriously. This has made her a star pupil in the Arcanists' Guild despite the fact that she has a lot to learn. Some say that such facts have gone to her head, and this much is true. Her ambition has led L'aruh to be quite the arrogant woman-- she believes that she can accomplish anything as long as she sets her mind to it. Witty, hot-headed, and sharp-tongued, she might be abrasive to all that meet her for the first time. That is, if you catch her at a less-than-cheery mood.

Despite the fire in her blood, L'aruh is an entertaining individual to be around. She is talkative, and it is very difficult to get her to dislike someone, much less hate them. She enjoys spending time at inns and the Adventurers' Guild, not to drink, but to listen to stories of yore. At her best, L'aruh is sweet, gentle, and loving, even going so far as doting on people whom she cares about. In her own way, that is.

𝐁𝐢𝐨𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐡𝐲:
Nothing much can be said about L'aruh's past. It is not because it is shrouded in mystery, but the fact that her life has been one of mediocrity. Her parents left Gridania when her mother became pregnant with her, and thus L'aruh was born in Limsa Lominsa and lived there for the entirety of her life. She has always been a rough-and-tumble little girl, even going so far as to be called a tomboy. When she was six years old, she got in a fight with a Hyur boy on the streets near Hawkers' Alley. It was supposed to be a normal scat between two children, but the boy took it to the next level and ripped her earring out of the thin cartilage of her right ear. While L'aruh was left seeing stars, she gave him a proper pummeling before she fled the scene. After the fight with the Hyur boy, not many dared to fight her again. Instead, they relied on racist heckling and cursing from afar. While the nasty names bothered her at first, her parents soothed her frustrated heart when she came home.

Eventually, L'aruh learned how to cope with the distant bullying. When she was nine, she began helping her parents at The Fox and Dragon, a cozy inn near the market district of Limsa Lominsa. At first, she only learned to cook in order to help her mother and father. Months passed, however, and she soon knew she had a knack for making meals. The chore turned into a hobby, and the hobby turned into a part-time "profession"; she began earning a handful of gil every week at the age of thirteen.

When she was fourteen, the Calamity hit and much of Eorzea was destroyed, including Limsa Lominsa. L'aruh thanked the Twelve that neither of her parents were killed in the disaster, especially when she saw some of the youth were not so lucky. Six months was spent rebuilding The Fox and the Dragon, in which L'aruh now became a full-time chef in at the tender age of fifteen. Through her job, she was introduced to a variety of people, especially those who came to eat the meals she cooked. It was also through which that she met a member of the Arcanist's Guild. The woman, another Miqo'te, noticed the dedication L'aruh had to her craft and invited her to join the Guild as a student. L'aruh agreed, having become contempt with the stagnancy of her workplace. She had begun to dream dreams of grandeur and adventuring, much to her parents' dismay. They were not so willing to let their only child rush into danger, especially so soon after the Calamity. Of course, there was no dissuading L'aruh. With enough convincing, they allowed her to join the Arcanist's Guild as long as she tried her best to keep herself out of harm's way.

L'aruh has been part of the Arcanist's Guild for four years, now. She recently set off to Ul'dah in search of greater things. Hopefully, things go well for her on her new journey.

𝐎𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫:
L'aruh seems to have an unhealthy obsession with eating fish; she becomes excited even if she smells it being cooked.

She has names for the Carbuncles she's summoned: Zephyr for her Emerald Carbuncle, and Zenith for her Topaz Carbuncle.

L'aruh has a fear of failure and being stuck in embarrassing situations.

It is with deep anguish that L'aruh finds shame in her race due to being bullied when she was young. She doesn't allow the fact to be known by anyone, not even her closest compatriots.

She loves jewelry, dresses, and shiny things. Don't get in the way of her shopping sprees.

[Sarcelle Renard]

Faelimont “Fae” Luhenuet

Fae

Birth Name: Faelimont Luhenuet

Nickname: Fae

Title: “of the Silver Wings”

Race: Elezen

Clan: Wildwood

Age: 24

Birthplace: Fae’s mother swears that she had him near Hawthorne Hut while his father is positive that they had been closer to Quarrymill. Regardless, home for Fae is wherever the Silver Wings are currently setting up shop.

Occupation: A traveling performer of sorts, Fae never hesitates to put his experience putting on shows to get some food on the table, although he is also known to moonlight as an apothecary should an opportunity present itself.

Class: Archer

Gender: Male

Deity: While not particularly the devout sort, Oschon is the one deity Fae feels any true connection with, as in his words the rest are far too stuffy for his taste.

Sexual Orientation: Bisexual

Appearance: With a baby face and a shorter than average height for an Elezean at 6’5”, Fae is commonly mistaken for being much younger than he truly is. He keeps his unruly, auburn hair mostly restrained in a ponytail and possesses a pair of rather striking blue eyes and rather thin lips that are almost perpetually quirked into a mischievous half grin. Some would say that he takes the starving artist joke a bit too seriously with his thin frame, but the truth is that years of practicing acrobatics and traveling by foot have given him a body comprised of almost entirely lean muscle and has done wonders for keeping his complexion nicely tanned.

Upon the left side of his neck lies a tattoo of his troupe’s titular silver wings, a mark that Fae wears with pride.

Personality:

Hider

Quick to smile and with an unshakable sense of wanderlust, Fae initially comes off as your typical minstrel, complete with a flair for the dramatic and near endless supply of self-confidence. But underneath his cordial nature and incessant attempts at being charming dwells an inquisitive mind that is always seeking new and more interesting things to keep itself amused. To be blunt, this facet of Fae’s personality is inherently a selfish and results in just about all of his decisions being linked back to this desire to constantly find the next object of his interest, be it a new subject, skill, or person.

That’s not to say that he’s a bad person by any stretch of the imagination though. Because even in spite of seeing some of the worse sides of humanity throughout his journey, Fae has maintained his optimistic view that there is good in everyone and experiences genuine joy when he manages to tease a smile out of someone. But at the same time, he’s also not an altruistic good samaritan as he was taught from a young age to never work for free, monetarily or otherwise. And consequently, Fae detests the idea of owing anybody and closes out all of his perceived debts as quickly as possible.

Biography:

Hider

From as far back as he can remember, Fae has always been surrounded by music and laughter. This should come as little surprise considering he literally grew up with the Silver Wings, a traveling troupe of moderate renown across the Black Shroud. His parents, known in the troupe as the Luhenuet Duet, hadn’t planned on Fae coming along, but always regarded him affectionately as their little surprise.

Growing up with the Silver Wings hardly provided a traditional or stable environment for the child, but it was a place that provided him with more than enough love and exposed him to a great number of cultures and new ideas. Most importantly to Fae though, the various troupe members were always happy to help teach the ever curious lad new things. Be it juggling, archery, or even the basics of alchemy, Fae took to learning like a chocobo to running. And although the only skill that he truly mastered was the singing that he inherited from his parents, Fae has a rudimentary knowledge of a downright frightening number of things.

If things had gone differently, it would have been all too easy for Fae to spend his entire life with the Silver Wings. But when the Calamity all but tore the world apart, it became more and more difficult for him to stay. The troupe had emerged from the crisis largely unscathed, but as they traveled and Fae saw the damage that it had wrought firsthand, he realized that there were far too many things outside of the Black Shroud that could disappear from this world without him even realizing it. The thought proved to be too much for him to bear, so at the age of twenty the young man left the familiarity of the forest for the first time in his life.

In the four years since, Fae has miraculously managed to not get himself killed. After a rough start getting acquainted with traveling alone, the Elezean eventually made his way all the way down to Limsa Lominsa by the time he was twenty-three. The city state quickly proved to be worth the travel though, as boats brought in new people to keep him entertained. Before he knew it, Fae realized that a year had passed him by, making it by far his longest stay in any one location. Wanting to make up for lost time, he set his sights on Ul’dah and set out to find what other curious things awaited him there.

Other Information: Fae is a chronic hummer. And when he isn’t humming, he is almost certainly plucking away at his lute.

[Eneui]

Khojin Borlaaq

Khojin Borlaaq

-Nickname-
Cocoa - Given By Spud the first time she tasted chocolate, needless to say she enjoyed it very much.

-Race-
Au Ra

-Clan-
Xaela

-Age-
18

-Birthplace-
Azim Steppe

-Occupation-
Masseuse - Prefers female clients if only due to her Birth Tribe.

Weaver - Spends more than necessary on materials for comfortable / fancy underwear.

-Class-
Conjurer

-Gender-
Female

-Deity-
N/A

-Sexual Orientation-
Questioning

-Appearance-
With black hair, horns, scales and skin the color of Milk Chocolate, Cocoa easily gained her nickname. Cocoa is quite obviously, an Au Ra. She stands at 5ft, though only barely, and will quietly glare at anybody who mentions it, sparkling Amber eyes boring into them. Cocoa is the picture of simple, most often wearing simple self made robes of white cotton, padded with leather on the inside. The clothing however, only means that there is nothing to distract her from the horns protruding from the sides of her head.

-Personality-
Have you ever heard of the phrase, curiosity killed the Chocobo? Cause someone should tell that to Cocoa. Curious and good willed, Cocoa shares little emotionally with much of her kin, having grown up taking care of the injured and tired warriors instead of being out and fighting.

She enjoys weaving, it having been a hobby of hers since she was small due to the sheer amount of free time she had. Her favorite thing to do is make underwear for herself, a fact she violently guards from others. She cares greatly for others, and hates infighting for no reason. She believes that if two people must fight, they must do so on even terms and under close watch. She is a firm believer in an eye for an eye.

As said before, Cocoa is curious to a fault and loves adventuring to see everything she can, though she is unused to combat and will often keep away from the main fray. Other than her curiosity, Cocoa has a very vocal and crippling weakness for small fluffy animals, namely cats, chocobo, dogs, weasels and even snakes. More often than not one can find Cocoa crying while eagerly hugging a small animal she found, they will be hard pressed to pry it away from her.

-Biography-
Growing up in the Borlaaq tribe, Cocoa was exceptionally small compared to her sisters and was often left behind when they went to play, or later on fight. Due to this she found her own way to pass the time and help her tribe, mostly by helping the returning warriors be it medical attention with bandages and salves, or attention to strained or sore muscles.

Cocoa was not an only child, but she hardly remembers her sisters names. She did not find companionship with the warriors, she listened to their tales and absentmindedly nodded when they said she should come fight with them, but she never did. It was not until she finally found herself at Reunion that she gained a thirst for exploring the world. This was when she met Spud.

She was 14 at the time, and it was only after the calamity that she had the chance to leave and explore the world. To Cocoa the Calamity meant little, sure it had been a massive conflict that stole away countless lives, but she was alive, a lot of people were still alive and that was what mattered. And so it was at 16 that she left with Spud to explore the world. 16 when she disappeared from home with a purse of stolen Gil and whatever she could carry and 17 when she discovered the Conjurer's guild after having helped Spud who had been doing a job for a conjurer at the time.

The Conjurer's guild was a happy time for Cocoa, she made many friends with the other students and warriors who she went to explore and train with. Truth be told she surprisingly moved little in that time, spending most of that year in or around the conjurer's guild.

It was only when there was word of a festival in Ul'dah that Cocoa felt the tug of adventure again. She could feel it on the horizon calling to her, or well calling anyone really, loads of people left with her to Ul'dah including several close freinds she had made on her way through the world.

-Other Information-

Chocolate addiction

Don't be surprised if she cries when she sees a baby chocobo, or really anything small and fluffy for that matter.

[Eneui]

Spud

Harmless Potato

-Nickname-
Spud - Given by Cocoa due to the hilarity of his name and inability to take him seriously when using it.

-Race-
Roegadyn

-Clan-
Hellsguard

-Age-
27

-Birthplace-
Abalathia's Spine

-Occupation-
Mercenary - 3rd son, he journeyed out of his home to help support his family.

Botanist - Picked up in his mercenary travels

-class-
Marauder

-Gender-
Male

-Sexual Orientation-
Demisexual

-Appearance-
7ft8 with striking orange hair and tan skin, it is hard to miss Spud in any crowd let alone with him away from home. Physically he is like many other Roe, with a natural bodybuilder shape to him he is a shoe in for hard labor of any kind. He has a very kind face, always smiling for one reason or another.

He wears a mixture of leathers, cloth and metal jewelry that he gained on his travels around the world. He dislikes wearing metal armor however, and will always try to keep himself looking casual, the most armor-like attire he wears being mostly thick leather.

-Personality-
In short, Spud is a big teddybear who dislikes fighting, but is very very much able to crush a few skulls if the situation requires it. While he does dislike fighting, his main source of income being mercenary work means he is good at what he does, making it all the more surprising when people actually get to know Spud.

-Biography-
Like Cocoa, he left home when he was young and never returned. Though unlike Cocoa he was very fit and found himself a dockworker at Limsa Lominsa. His youth was spent with his two older brothers, though it soon became very apparent that Spud was not one for combat even if he was the largest of his siblings. He was never teased for long though, as every time somebody opened their mouths against him they were soon shut up by a massive fist. He was in Limsa Lominsa for years until he was 21 and the Calamity shook the world. After this Spud needed time to clear his head, and found himself spending all his saved up money on adventuring, spending only half a year at the Marauder's guild before departing on his travels.

It was on these travels at age 25 that he met Cocoa at Reunion. He told her not of the battles he fought, or the money he earned, but the people he had met and the places he had seen, and his words had sparked something in her. He found himself returning a year later and made a companion out of Cocoa. He protected her on their journey, happily allowing Cocoa to choose their destinations at her leisure, and eventually they ended up at the Conjurer's guild after Cocoa was noted helping spud as he worked for a Conjurer in the area.

After Cocoa's training however, adventure called elsewhere when word reached them of a festival in Ul'dah, he could not say no to the call anymore than Cocoa could, and he eagerly led the way for her.

-Other Information-
Shares Cocoa's love of small animals

[Solace]

dog

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_{[Character Theme]}
Nobuo Uematsu - "Gau" from Final Fantasy VI (Instrument ver.)

Details

_[Height]

5'10

_[Weight]

188lbs

_{[Hair Color]}

Walnut brown

_{[Eye Color]}

Royal purple

_{[Body Composition]}

Lean

_[Complexion]

Fair

_{[Notable Features]}

A small amount of light freckles on and around the bridge of his nose.

_[Voice]

Greg Chun

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_{[Birth Name]}

Castiel Pace

_[Nickname]

N/A

_[Title(s)]

The Phantom Pace (stylized as 'Castiel, the Phantom Pace')

_[Race]

Hyur

_[Clan]

(Doman) Midlander / Highlander (Ala Mhigan)

_[Age]

Twenty-three years old

_[Birthplace]

The Fortress City of Ala Mhigo, Gyr Abania

_[Occupation]

Bloodsands gladiator

_[Class]

Gladiator

_[Gender]

Attack helicopter

_[Deity]

Oschon, the Wanderer

_{[Sexual Orientation]}

Heterosexual

_{[Personality]}

A hot-headed and often obstinate plebeian with an eye for gil, such vanity befits that of the champion's demeanor. Castiel is an individual who elevated himself from the lowest dregs of society, boasting a grandeur vision of a life showered with what he considers his sacred trifecta: women, wealth, and wine. He is prone to quite the temper flare at a moment's notice, though this fiery temperament is usually tied to the confidence in his swordsmanship.

Beyond this, one may find a truer friend and companion in Castiel than he does himself justice. He hosts a great deal of warmth and compassion in his everyday life outside of the Bloodsands, and is never the one to resist a round of drinks at the Quicksand or any other fine establishment. His days are taken in stride, and with a relaxed outlook on everyday life, his quick-witted speech and sarcastic tongue make him a gregarious association.

Truthfully, the young man wishes to numb the heartache of vices past, conflicted with the pursuit of a precise purpose and setting his feet on an unknown path to redemption. Scattered over his being, Castiel unwillingly hearkens to these insecurities when the lull of sleep falls.

Biography

_[Birth]

Castiel Pace is the eldest twin son of Answald Pace and Minamoto no Utahime (rendered as 'Utahime Minamoto' in Eorzea standard), born of an illicit relationship between his Ala Mhigan father and Doman mother. Inheriting more of the latter's Midlander attributes, his Doman name is Mitsurugi. His father came from humble beginnings, once serving as a courier for the fortress city before being conscripted as a warrior during the late King Theodoric's lunacy-driven genocide against the Fist of Rhalgr.

His mother was the esteemed princess of the prestigious Minamoto clan, whose history and lineage are directly tied to the royal family of Doma, having served as their very first retainers. Trained as a shinobi from a very young age, Utahime fled her home country to warn the western world of the Garlean invasion, and met Answald when her ship crashed on the Velodyna River near Ala Mhigo. Her admonition would fall on deaf ears after learning of the status quo, opting to help Answald with the resistance effort.

Born three years before the Garlean invasion of Ala Mhigo alongside his younger twin sister, Castella, Castiel has but a faint recollection of his father and turbulent time period, most of his impressions coming secondhand from his mother's account. Believing his father to have perished during the seizure of the fortress city, the two were among the staggering flocks of refugees migrating into Eorzea; a majority of them had been refused entry into Gridania by the Elementals of the Black Shroud, though the young boy and his mother were allowed into the city-state with impunity.

_{[Adolescence]}

Castiel and his small family would reside in relative peace within the city-state shrouded in forest, where his mother found a modest livelihood with the Trapper's League and the Leatherworker's Guild. While Utahime attempted to instill the teachings of the shinobi with the twin siblings, only his sister showed a means of reciprocating potential, as the young boy had been far more prone to rowdy behavior compared to the disciplined Castella. Instead, he showed interest in the handling of swords and multitude of other armaments, to which his mother compared her son's likeness to his late father. His adept learning of the disciplines was noticed even by the Wood Wailers, who oftentimes found themselves bested in sparring matches to their embarrassment by the teenager.

The young boy was always surrounded by many friends alike, mostly acquainting himself with the orphaned Gridanian children. Castiel would find a truer confidant in another boy named Noceo, whom he had originally mocked throughout the years until a scolding from Utahime set him straight. Despite his mother's frequent interjection with the boy's behavior, he maintained a jarring reputation within Gridania as a mischief-maker alongside his posse, often spelling trouble for the Wood Wailers and the rightful elderfolk with their actions; on the fateful days and nights leading towards the catastrophic event that would forever scar Eorzea, the Calamity would be no different for the eighteen year old.

On the night of moonfall, Castiel wanted a closer view of Dalamud, continually pressing the reserved Noceo to accompany him. The plan involved riding a pair of 'borrowed' chocobos from the stables near the Carline Canopy, and ride past the Yellow Serpent Gate into the North Shroud. Noceo protested, stating that it would be too difficult to slip past due to the enacted martial law, but would eventually cave into peer pressure. With many of the locals and Wood Wailers' attention diverted to the sky, the boys were successful in smuggling themselves into the North Shroud.

Making their way towards the overlook of the Alder Springs, Noceo continued to press his best friend of his insecurities, his pleas to return home rebutted by Castiel, who would assure the boy that this sight was to die for. As they were perched in their location of observation, the pair would look on as Dalamud came apart, and the Elder Primal Bahamut sprung from its shell.

A sense of foreboding crept along Castiel's being as he watched ripples of destruction emanate from the supernatural being, while a once-meek Noceo pondered the flares with excitement. As the colossal being tore through the skies and unleashed its rancor all across Eorzea, the boy would find himself shackled with fear as the beast flew across the Black Shroud, raining explosions across the landscape.

When Castiel advised Noceo that it was time to leave, the latter refused, suggesting that he was no longer a coward. The endless fire from Bahamut's Gigaflare crumbled the earth below the two boys, sending Noceo over the edge and hanging helplessly from the faltering cliffside. With the land prepared to cave in and their chocobos mirroring the boys' panic, Noceo called for Castiel to save him. At the height of the moment, Castiel could only regard the situation with overwhelming fear, tormented by the cries and screams of Noceo falling into the abyss as he left his friend behind.

Without turning back, the boy rode the chocobo in his panicked state, finding himself unable to return home and face his mother and the people of Gridania after leaving Noceo to die due to his actions. Castiel wandered without any knowledge of a destination, riding southward for the entire night. He would travel so far that he eventually reached Southern Thanalan, where the boy collapsed alongside his chocobo at the worn entrance of Little Ala Mhigo.

_{[Adulthood to Present]}

The eighteen year old had been found and taken into the care of the Ala Mhigan refugees residing in the makeshift camp, and after much conversation, Castiel set off for Ul'dah in search of a sustainable fortune. Upon being inspected and searched at the Gate of Thal, one of the gatekeepers recognized the particular barding of the boy's chocobo, recognizing it to be one of the Monertarist's mounts.

The city watch would throw Castiel into a prison cell, charged with theft and sentenced to several years behind bars. As he lamented on the sudden twist that his life had taken, an opportunity of escape would arise as, several weeks after his arrest, the boy was offered freedom in the form of a coliseum victory. As a Noxius, he would duel one of the champions of the coliseum in an upcoming tournament against a Roegadyn, and if he proved to be the victor, he would walk free. Without a question, he accepted these conditions.

Castiel was only given a handful of days to reacquaint his sword arm before he was pitted against the Roe, an axe-toting brute who was known by the people of Ul'dah as the Butcher of the Bloodsands. With sword and shield, the boy could only put so much of his training into practice as he found himself hard pressed by the Butcher's relentlessness. Only his fleet footwork kept Castiel alive, and he had been on the run from his opponent for the entire duel.

Seeing the Roegadyn's lack of awareness, Castiel would throw his shield haplessly towards his opponent, encapsulating on the vulnerability when the Butcher battered the shield away with his axe. The boy charged the distracted brute with his sword in both hands, driving the blade through his heart and felling the feared Butcher of the Ruby Road. While Castiel was initially worried of the consequences in killing his opponent, the Hypogeum roared in excitement over the climax of the duel, and he was informed of the coliseum's risks that death was an ordinary factor on the Bloodsands.

It would take several months of fighting as a Noxius for Castiel to eventually buy his freedom from the coliseum earnings, during which the people of Ul'dah began to dub him as the Phantom Pace for his agility. Since then, Castiel has made enough of a fortune to own a small lot to himself in the Goblet with employment through the Gladiator's Guild.

_{[Other Information]}

Castiel dislikes wielding shields, although he understands their importance, and uses them reluctantly, sometimes in an unorthodox fashion. He also has a strange habit of falling asleep while standing, and is able to fall into a deep slumber even under the loudest conditions.

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Family

_[Father]

Answald Pace — Unknown

_[Mother]

Minamoto no Utahime — Unknown

_{[Twin Sister]}

Castella Pace — Unknown

[BlackDragonSol]

Cyrus, Ishgardian Fugitive

Birth Name: Cyrus Seagazer

Nickname: None

Title (may be earned later): None so far.

Race: Hyur

Clan: Midlander

Age: Early to mid twenties

Birthplace: The Brume of Ishgard

Occupation: Low-Ranking Intelligence Operative of the Rogues' Guild.

Class: Rogue

Gender: Male

Deity: Llymalen

Sexual Orientation: He's somewhat fond of the ladies, but not enough to be a ladies' man.

Personality: Quick-witted, casual when it comes to danger so quite possibly a thrillseeker. Has some degree of sympathy to the less fortunate, so he might give a few gil every now and again to beggars. Possesses distaste for high-class noble types, and may struggle working with them. Would murder for the greater good, and maybe even sometimes for his own gain.

Biography: Born in poverty to two parents in the Brume of Ishgard, Cyrus had grown up to learn that people get what they want through both. Instead of developing a cynical mindset, he instead opted for the first lesson he had in his first decade and a half of his life that sometimes, you gonna grab life by the horns and make it your wench. He prefers not to dwell much regarding his childhood, figuring that his time when he learned about Limsa Lominsan and met her militant force: The Maelstrom Navy, he considered them far better than the Temple Knights. To him, serving them felt like a far more better idea than trying to serve as some stableworth to a random guard knight due to being of poor worth established from birth. Although he was quite untrained to a degree.. After the weather turned cold following the Calamity, Cyrus had just about had enough of those living amongst the clouds pointing heavensward. He didn't murder any nobles, but he definitely pickpocketed what he couldn't beg, pawning off his belongings to less desirable sorts. Following having stolen an expensive looking amulet from the owner, Cyrus was suspect treason against the Holy See of Ishgard and branded a heretic, to which his associates of the Brume had given him prior warning. He didn't take the amulet with him and left it behind instead of playing towards the noble's hand.

Having to tread through the barren cold of Coerthas on the run, began to make long treks, using the constant attacks of the Dravanian Horde to his advantage in order to avoid the soldiers of House Hallienarte, Fortemps, and Dzemael, slipping out when he found it most convenient to make in confusion. He made his way into the Black Shroud, having finally made it to Eorzean grounds. He now had to avoid the Adders without getting deported back to Ishgard, which the latter sovereign thought him still within the nation, and their current reluctant foreign policy had made Cyrus easily able to ghost the Temple Knights and soldiers of the Four Houses. Frostbitten, Cyrus had collapsed a little past the Shroud's border, in severe condition - gained from starvation and cold.

He wasn't sure what had happened, as far as he could recall. He thought himself out for more than a few days at least. He awoke, unfamiliar to his surroundings as he had found he had been tended to. Alarmed, he snuck his way out, but not before leaving a message to the soul. "Your debt will be repaid, this is my oath. --The stranger you so kindly helped". He never knew who it was, and he was desperate to find an area that would take him. Knowing of the Shroud, he knew his presence would not be tolerated for long. At this point, he's gotten some parts for discretely moving, from his days in the Brume, but now since he was found the Adders are at least aware of him. Were he to go missing, he'd be searched for. Which is why he left the note, to calm concerns. He headed southward, taking the paths filled with somewhat more docile creatures, preferring path of antelope. He had to make it to the major city, but where? He just narrowly avoided a brush with death (in being spotted and unprepped) just north of a tavern. To the east, bandits waylaid travelers, so he felt staying at the tavern would be it. He peddled some of his "wares", sold a few to at least eat and conserve his strength. It was there he met people he was amazed by: Adventurers. Their tales of making a living and the like sounded so well ran. But where to start?

He wanted to get as far from Ishgard as possible. After paying for a meal, he asked to see a map. After asking for some parchment, he roughly traced it. He then saw a sigil of some sort on the map. That belonging to the Navigator, Llymalen. He scoffed, what good had Halone done for him? None. So he decided his new patron, and prayed for a safe trip. The man, who he learned the name of: Buscarron was rather hospitable for what Cyrus later learned was the "Druthers". He advised going to the Shroud to go to Limsa by airship. With a good word and a manageable fund. Cyrus made his way to the heart of the Shroud, then towards Gridania to purchase the ticket.

To him, that's how he ended up in Limsa, "By the Navigator's guidance", he said. And now he uses his ill talents to serve a more meaningful cause (The Rogue's Guild) to become one with the adventurers that had helped him so, and to eventually paid them back.

Other Info: Has whetstones attached to the end of the hilt of his stabbers, exchanges them for new ones once every fortnight, usually. Always maintains his weapons well.