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− | : <div style="font-family:Georgia;"><font style="color:#585350;" size="2">It passed from the second to the fourth year in the 7th Umbral Era, and still Anatole could not pull himself from his self imposed state of servitude. He could not bring himself to care for his wife, nor his young daughter. Delphine suffered greatly during the years, not only had she lost her son, but she had also been denied her husband, and denied her time to grieve as she cared for young Amandine. Anatole, in her mind, had abandoned her. And so, the seed that had been allowed to take root in her mind began to blossom into a deadly poison. One that clouded her thoughts with paranoia and wicked waking dreams. | + | : <div style="font-family:Georgia;"><font style="color:#585350;" size="2">It passed from the second to the fourth year in the 7th Umbral Era, and still Anatole could not pull himself from his self imposed state of servitude. He could not bring himself to care for his wife, nor his young daughter. Delphine suffered greatly during the years, not only had she lost her son, but she had also been denied her husband, and denied her time to grieve as she cared for young Amandine. Anatole, in her mind, had abandoned her. And so, the seed that had been allowed to take root in her mind began to blossom into a deadly poison. One that clouded her thoughts with paranoia and wicked waking dreams.<br><br>Anatole refused to accept his wife's deteriorating mental condition-- her "foolish acts" of wandering the home and speaking only in whispers began to turn his sorrow into rage. He grew to resent her, to blame her for the loss of love he felt towards her, and their daughter. Often he would return to their home only to berate and belittle her-- shouting all manner of abuse at his wife. Delphine became an object to Anatole, an inanimate being for him to unleash his fury upon-- something for him to control and command as he saw fit. In the midst of the nightly shouting, Delphine would rock, quietly, with Amandine in her arms and whisper soft songs of comfort. An act that drove Anatole into a deeper rage. <br><br>One evening as Anatole returned home, earlier than expected, he found Delphine holding Amandine under water. Horrified, Anatole laid hands on Delphine and rescued his daughter-- to his relief the young girl was still alive. When he confronted Delphine she could do no more than cry, as if she too did not know why or how it had happened. Anatole, staring into the crying face of his wife, could not bring himself to believe that she had acted with purpose. That Delphine, the kind and wise woman he had once loved, would attempt to steal the one child he had left. No, he could not face what was right before his eyes. So with a bitter kindness, Anatole laid Amandine to bed and let the matter pass.</font></div><br> |
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− | Anatole refused to accept his wife's deteriorating mental condition-- her "foolish acts" of wandering the home and speaking only in whispers began to turn his sorrow into rage. He grew to resent her, to blame her for the loss of love he felt towards her, and their daughter. Often he would return to their home only to berate and belittle her-- shouting all manner of abuse at his wife. Delphine became an object to Anatole, an inanimate being for him to unleash his fury upon-- something for him to control and command as he saw fit. In the midst of the nightly shouting, Delphine would rock, quietly, with Amandine in her arms and whisper soft songs of comfort. An act that drove Anatole into a deeper rage. | ||
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− | One evening as Anatole returned home, earlier than expected, he found Delphine holding Amandine under water. Horrified, Anatole laid hands on Delphine and rescued his daughter-- to his relief the young girl was still alive. When he confronted Delphine she could do no more than cry, as if she too did not know why or how it had happened. Anatole, staring into the crying face of his wife, could not bring himself to believe that she had acted with purpose. That Delphine, the kind and wise woman he had once loved, would attempt to steal the one child he had left. No, he could not face what was right before his eyes. So with a bitter kindness, Anatole laid Amandine to bed and let the matter pass.</font></div><br> | ||
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− | : <div style="font-family:Georgia;"><font style="color:#585350;" size="2">Delphine became more paranoid as the moons passed. Certain that Anatole meant to take Amandine away she resolved to run. Delphine had become anchored to Amandine-- she was everything to her, more than her child. Amandine had become the 'thing' that defined who Delphine was. Without Amandine, Delphine thought she would exist as nothing, be no-one, have no purpose. That she would physically and mentally fade away. So Delphine gathered Amandine when the sun sank beneath the horizon and stole away into the evening. Abandoning Anatole, just as he had abandoned them. | + | : <div style="font-family:Georgia;"><font style="color:#585350;" size="2">Delphine became more paranoid as the moons passed. Certain that Anatole meant to take Amandine away she resolved to run. Delphine had become anchored to Amandine-- she was everything to her, more than her child. Amandine had become the 'thing' that defined who Delphine was. Without Amandine, Delphine thought she would exist as nothing, be no-one, have no purpose. That she would physically and mentally fade away. So Delphine gathered Amandine when the sun sank beneath the horizon and stole away into the evening. Abandoning Anatole, just as he had abandoned them.<br><br>Arriving to an empty home spurred fears that had rested in the pit of Anatole’s stomach-- fears that now coiled his innards like snakes and squeezed the breath from him. Still, he pushed onwards and pursued his wife and daughter, scouring the city for their presence. <br><br>When he found them they stood at the city walls, Delphine held Amandine in her arms tightly. Consumed by rage and confusion, Anatole lashed out at Delphine-- accusing her verbally of being "sick, deranged and a thief." He lamented to her that he could not believe that she would steal his child from him. That he could not believe how "witless" she had become-- how she had failed as a mother and a wife. Anatole's fury battered Delphine like waves upon the sand. With each spiteful piece spit from his mouth she felt a little more of herself wash away. |
− | <br><br> | + | <br><br>Anatole made to lay hands upon Delphine, to drag her home, but as he moved forwards she moved back. It was in this moment that they both realized what was to come. Delphine, realizing that the only way she could keep her child, pressed her heels against the city's low rising wall. "Sometimes when you win, you lose.."<br><br>Delphine tipped her body back, over the barricade of the wall with Amandine in her arms. A fall that killed both of them. </font></div><br> |
− | Arriving to an empty home spurred fears that had rested in the pit of Anatole’s stomach-- fears that now coiled his innards like snakes and squeezed the breath from him. Still, he pushed onwards and pursued his wife and daughter, scouring the city for their presence. | ||
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− | When he found them they stood at the city walls, Delphine held Amandine in her arms tightly. Consumed by rage and confusion, Anatole lashed out at Delphine-- accusing her verbally of being "sick, deranged and a thief." He lamented to her that he could not believe that she would steal his child from him. That he could not believe how "witless" she had become-- how she had failed as a mother and a wife. Anatole's fury battered Delphine like waves upon the sand. With each spiteful piece spit from his mouth she felt a little more of herself wash away. | ||
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− | Anatole made to lay hands upon Delphine, to drag her home, but as he moved forwards she moved back. It was in this moment that they both realized what was to come. Delphine, realizing that the only way she could keep her child, pressed her heels against the city's low rising wall. "Sometimes when you win, you lose.." | ||
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− | Delphine tipped her body back, over the barricade of the wall with Amandine in her arms. A fall that killed both of them. </font></div><br> | ||
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ACACIUS BABINEAUX
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General Information Acasius Babineaux, born Anatole de Dampierre, is a former noble and Dragon Knight of Ishgard. When nearly meeting death in battle at the talons of a dragon, Anatole defected from his duty and state. Unable to return to Ishgard out of fear of prosecution, Anatole has denounced his identity and now travels as the self-named Acasius Babineaux. Appearance
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History Acasius likes to keep his cards close to his chest. He won't be interested in discussing his past, or details about who he is. If he were to share any private information it would be a monumental leap of faith on his part, and show a sincere appreciation and trust.
Disclaimer: I am extremely new to FFXIV and still learning the lore. As such, points of this backstory are likely to change as my understanding improves. Please consider this as a work in progress and not the final result.
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