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+ | Aiswynd smiled as he made his way from the Grand Company hut for the Twin Adders, a slip held tightly in hand, "It took them long enough...ah well, I finally got permission to get my own personal chocobo." he looked at the slip again and laughed. It wasn't long before he was across the Aetheryte Plaza and to the chocobo breeder. On his way in, they were leading a Rhotano blue chocobo out, no saddle or bit, and it was struggling and warking in reverse. | ||
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+ | He gave a shrug, "Probably just new and needing to be trained..." he mutters before handing the slip to the breeder who leads him into the stables. They pass several stalls and the Breeder introduces him to chocobo after chocobo, going on about their breeding, their color, this fact or that. After the twentieth or so Chocobo, Aiswynd stops the tour and holds a hand out, "Well, I'm not seeing any like that blue chocobo that was being lead out a bit ago, what about that one? Is he already claimed?" | ||
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+ | The Breeder hesitated and tried to continue with his tour, skipping over the question as if it was never asked, after some badgering he finally relented however, "We've...He was a bad birth, and isn't right in the head so we're taking him off to be turned into chocobo steaks." he commented. Aiswynd frowned and snatched the ticket from the breeder's hand, "I'm going to take him as my chocobo then! He can't be that bad!" | ||
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+ | With that Aiswynd was out of the stables and racing across Gridania, using his skills as a scout and tracker to find and follow the right group of prints until he finds his way out to bentbranch meadows, and to where the stables are there. He notices the chocobo as they put a hood over its head. "HEY STOP! THAT CHOCOBO IS MINE!" he practically screams as he waves the Chocobo Slip. His calls cause confusion and the chocobo slips away only going a little bit way to try and shake the hood off. | ||
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+ | It took a few minutes of explanation and argument but those there finally relented, deciding it was less trouble to hand the chocobo over than it was to try and pursue the chocobo's execution. Once the group dispersed, Aiswynd made his way over to the Chocobo and removed the hood, patting him on the neck reassuringly, "Hm...so you're mine, I'm yours now...I can't think of a better name so...I'll call you Clarence...let's get you saddled up and back to Gridania so we can get you stabled properly." | ||
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+ | Clarence tilts his head sideways, staring at him with one eye before he lets out his reverse wark, but otherwise stands fairly still while he is saddled and bridled. Everything went smooth until Aiswynd tried to mount him. The Chocobo would suddenly kneel down, or step sideways, one time it reared and flapped, almost choking on his own tongue in the process. The chocobo handlers all around were laughing, they figured before long the Au Ra would change his mind and get one that was able to be trained properly. | ||
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+ | Aiswynd glared at them and had an idea, he pulled out Gyasahl greens and started rubbing them on the Chocobo's beak until it calmed down, as soon as that beak lolled open he shoved the greens in. Distracted with food, Aiswynd was able to climb into the saddle and once the greens were gone they were off. The Chocobo made for the open gate and down the hill, as soon as he hit the planks of wood, he stumbled and pitched Aiswynd off as the Chocobo tripped. | ||
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+ | There was a moment of silence before laughter erupted all over, it wasn't just the breeders, it was fellow adventurers and townspeople. Aiswynd clenched his jaw as he stood up and dusted himself off, Clarence was lying on his back, looking absolutely pathetic and distressed. Aiswynd stepped over and with effort, got the chocobo back onto his feet, this time not needing to bribe it to let him into the saddle. They managed to make it out of town at an easy pace, heading back towards Gridania. | ||
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+ | Everything was finally going well, until a Fungaur suddenly exploded into life, expanding in a territorial display, spooking Clarence who took off at a full uncontrolled sprint. Aiswynd lost grip on the reins and when Clarence made a sharp turn to flee from a second Fungaur, he was pitched from the saddle and arm first into a tree. | ||
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+ | Aiswynd groaned as the first thing he remembers after tree is the sound of rain on a roof, a hand gently pats his shoulder, "You're going to be alright, just a broken arm and a concussion, nothing we can't handle Aiswynd." a familiar voice states in a calm manner. With a couple winces he finally opened his eyes to find himself staring up at one of the Padjal white mages. It was a few moments before he opted to try speaking, "What happened to my chocobo?" | ||
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+ | The Padjal halted what he was doing and shook his head slowly, "That is the strangest bird I have ever seen." the Padjal answers him, "It's...wrapped around Raya-O-Senna...who found the bird dragging you to us...and...I think the bird is trying to hatch her?" | ||
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+ | He leaned his head back and groaned, "...The bird's name is Clarence...he's...He's my chocobo..." | ||
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Revision as of 18:17, 25 October 2015
Contents
Appearance & Personality
He is short for an Au Ra male, however this does not change the fact that he is solid with an athletic build. While his face has little marring upon it, his body does show signs of extensive conflict, however few of the scars are noticeable upon a glance, there are a couple that are typically hidden by his clothing. His expressions tend towards being intense and focused when he is idling around. His limbal rings tend to dance like fire when he is intrigued or attracted. People who get physically close will notice that he smells of Cinnamon and Vanilla constantly.
As his time in Eorzea has gone along, this once shy and calm person has come into their own self. While still capable of exuding a deep calm when focused or fighting, other times he tends towards being open emotionally. Odd for a former rogue, he has developed the horrible habit of not being able to hide secrets about himself, but never falters to keep the confidence of his friends and loved ones. Garleans continue to be a hot point, and he still sometimes goes into a battle frenzy regarding them. There is something else burgeoning beneath the frenzy, a calculating, tactical mind that is slowly gaining it's legs, fed by a thirst for knowledge.
He has an obsession with fish and felines, to the point that some people in his tribe used to jokingly call him a Coeurl, and a few people in his tribe believed it had to do with the fact that he was cared for by a Coeurl for a few weeks after the flood. He shows a general distaste towards people that flit from partner to partner, non-fish meats and alcohol. He will in some rare occasions drink, but typically goes for wines or fermented buffalo milk.
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History
Early Life
Aiswynd grew up as part of the Drakareus Tribe, a Tribe of Xaela that were not renown for anything in particular other than the Elders insistence that everyone be well educated for a wandering people. Aside from the occasional clashes with other tribes, life for Aiswynd was peaceful as a young child and he made friends easily. It was not long before things began to go sour in his life. He was barely the human equivalent of 8 when a river flood while gathering food along the banks swept him and his parents away. The tribe had given up on him and his family, only finding him by chance among a Coeurl den by Scouts of the tribe as the whole tribe migrated down river.
His isolation began there, while the tribe took over raising him, he began to feel disconnected, the only strong connection he had was Koertha, another like him who had lost his parents. The two of them became good friends, brothers even as they grew into adult hood. Koertha learning to be a warrior that fought with nothing but his fists, while Aiswynd took up daggers and aided the tribe as a scout and hunter. Aside from ongoing issues with women in the tribe and the tribes mating traditions, life started to look good until...
Tribal Calamity
Aftermath
Recent Events
Adder Struck
Sagolii Rondo
Letters & Fates
Nightmarish Battles
Warning: Graphical Depictions
Side Stories
Gaining a Menagerie: Clarence