Numsgil Mcminnar
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Numsgil McMinnar The Returned
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 CHARACTER DESCRIPTIONNoteable Features A cheery, good humored young man that seems to be a tad bit clumsy at times. Numsgil was enlisted under the ranks of the Congregation of Our Knights Most Heavenly, The Order of Dragoons located in Ishgard itself, but with the recent turn of events during the Stormblood timeline, Numsgil has found himself working under a group of Dark Knights located in the Slums of Ishgard after coming back to realize he was considered deceased by the Order. Despite being an Ex-Military member, Numsgil wasn't always a disciplined soldier, but a geeky young man with a big heart for wanting to be a Hero in the eyes of others and still tries his best to do well for others. Common Appearance: Standing at 5'9", 170 pounds, and despite being lean, Numsgil has a toned body layered with lean muscles. Clean shaven, scars can be seen across the bridge of his nose acquired from a sparring session while he was still in training to join The Order of Dragoons, and another running up the side of his cheek from the battle in Doma for which he was knocked out during the time Crowe took control of his body and enlisted in the Garlean forces. Personality: Fun loving, energetic guy with a low attention span. He loves to make others smile and is willing to set his life on the line to help someone in need without hesitation. At times could be definitely serious especially during battle, but other than that, he's extremely friendly, trying to befriend almost everyone he comes across. Clothing: Despite not having much clothing and with the loss of his Dragoon Lieutenant attire, Numsgil bears armor that was given and passed down from generations of Dark Knight once he enlisted into the organization itself. Cleaning and polishing the dents and scratches of the plate and scales are much of a habit of his before heading to bed. "Hey, brighten up guy! Life's too short to be sad."
CHARACTERISTICS (W.I.P.)[edit]
☞ HISTORY ☜
▼ EARLY YEARS (ARR & Heavensward)
Growing up in Gridania with a handful of friends, the brown haired young man looked up to heroes Eorzean's Heroes like idles. His biggest idle despite being of Ishgardian stature was his father, Alric. Alric was a Dragoon himself also in the ranks of the Order of Dragoons before allegedly passing away. Just like any other mother after getting the horrible, heart breaking news, at the young age that Numsgil was, she kept it a secret and kept telling him that Alric was out fighting wars and keeping Ishgard safe. The stories were the green eye'd young man's favorite. Every night before bed, his mother Kaia always told him stories of Alric soaring through the skies at such swift speeds and elegant form, fighting Dragons that caused harm against anything that stood in Ishgard's way. "Wow... Soaring through the air, defending people, being a Hero... I want to do that too." Was all that went through Numsgil's head on the daily. Before the incident of his father's disappearance, a Lance passed down to Numsgil at the age of 9 would become his favorite thing in the whole Realm. The enthusiastic young man trained each day. Sprints, hard exercises, practicing to swing the lance against a tree until the sun would come up, you name it. Numsgil did it. Seeing this, Kaia's heart broke and put her into tears each night as she watched Numsgil train. She wouldn't get in his way of what her son wanted to truly do, but she was just afraid of him getting hurt. As one swing after the other hit the tree, she saw his father more and more in him. A few years passed and at the age of 15, the truth had come out. His mother, Kaia was becoming very ill and only had a couple years to live. Even the White Mages of Gridania itself couldn't Cure any of the illness. Hearing this broke Numsgil entirely. Despite the last few years of schooling, he set himself into a fit of rage and sadness. He didn't have the confidence to do anything anymore. It wasn't until a voice inside of his head that spoke to him uncontrollably that the young Hyur could cope with himself yet again. Unsure of how to approach even this voice, Numsgil found himself unintentionally putting his anger into a severe case of Dual Personality Disorder. With the blood of his mother coursing through his veins, being gifted as she was, this other personality would further itself into pushing more towards the dark arts of Black Magic, becoming the silent dark magician known simply as, "Crowe". At a young age of 17, it was time. Kaia's appearance had grown pale with her eyes once the color of the sky had faded to a light blur of fog. With a distant look in her eyes as she layed in her bed, almost as if the once energetic, Black Mage she once was, had finally taken the step out of the door and had left and never came back. With her fingers through the back of her son's hair, she whispered ever so softly, "It may seem the storm is roaring hard, but with my hand in yours, we'll make it through. Push forward my love, for we will conquer everything together as one." Through coughing and gasping for air ever few words, Numsgil watched as his mother's last bit of air was through her final word. A tear rolling down her cheek, she was gone. Her pulse had run from slow beats to none. "Mom...? M-Mother? MOTHER?! MOTHER!" The young Hyur screamed at the top of his lungs before tears rolled down his cheeks. A few days had passed before Numsgil found himself standing in front of the gravestone that had engraved, "Kaia Mcminnar, Loving Wife and Mother, May You Rest In Piece" All alone, he stood on top of the soil where he had buried his mother. With a blank stare at the name, he finally spoke in a whisper, "It may seem the storm is roaring hard, but with my hand in yours-" Tears began to roll down his cheeks, "We'll make it through." Through a crackling voice, with rain beginning to drop from above, the young Numsgil continued. "Push forward my love, for we will conquer everything together as one." Fixing the strap over his shoulder that was attached to a pack on his back that carried his belongings, the lance that his father gave him laid flat on his back under the sack's weight. "May you find happiness yet again in the clouds, Mother." As the last word escaped his lips, he turned and made his way down the stone road. ▼ THE ADVENTURE BEGINS
No where or any idea of where to go, Numsgil took up the Lance passed down from his father and followed the foot steps of the man that left long ago in hopes of finding him for some bit of guidance. This led him to the infamous Dragoons of Ishgard. Setting himself on an adventure; Numsgil said his goodbyes to everyone he's ever known and brought with him all that he could. It was a hard and treacherous journey through environments he's never been through, but as he shivered in the cold snow of Coerthas Central Highlands, he found himself in front of the giant gates that lead to a bridge that connected to Ishgard himself. Standing in awe, he was adressed by a Elezen man with chain mail armor. "Aye, what is that you need?" Numsgil stood there blankly. He had gone this far and didn't even know what to say. After a few seconds of silence, the Hyur finally opened his mouth. "I'd like to gain entrance to Ishgard, sir." Mid-sentence, the guard busted out laughing, his raspy voice obviously showing off that he was just being completely rude. "Entrance?! Boy, have you no idea of how Ishgard doesn't allow you Eorzeans into the gates anymore? Pfft. Bugger off, child." The words completely crushed the boy. Head almost immediately dropping, the young Numsgil sat there in silence before turning around to walk away, tears rolling down his eyes. "What am I going to do now? What will happen to m-" Scared and alone, his thought process was interrupted by a deep, raspy sigh. Numsgil never did know why the guard had such a quick change of heart, possibly it was the lack of warm clothing and how the boy was shivering just requesting to get in. "Look, kid." Numsgil turned around. "If you can get at least 8,000 Gil I'll see what I can do about getting you in along with a temporary citizenship if you really want in that badly." With delight in his eyes, the young Hyur almost immediately hugged the man. "Thank you so much, sir! I'll work really hard to get the money and come running right back!" Immediately turning around after his statement, he was stopped yet again. "For someone your age... I've never seen someone want into Ishgard so badly, why out of everywhere, Ishgard?" After almost an hour of explaining about Numsgil's father Alric, the guard nodded and smiled behind his iron clad helmet. "Be on your way then lad, just ask for Ser Ubrex Nourepeois when you return with the Gil. Now begone." With a salute from the young boy, Numsgil was off back to the country of Gridania. Being back in the heat of The Twelveswood, due to his age, many of the jobs Numsgil took up were undercut in pay majorly. 20 Gil, 10 Gil, 5 Gil an hour. Many miles of endless walking were tiresum, his legs ached. Dropping his head to wipe his forehead of the sweat that dripped, weird noises from a distant animal came from the distance. This wasn't any kind of wild animal noise... It was a Chocobo! With a realization of the warking sounds, Numsgil picked up his head and saw a Chocobo Farm in the distance. As he approached the farm, a friendly middle aged farmer with a husky set body waved and yelled, "Howdy there!" Numsgil reciprocated the friendly gesture and waved back with a giant smile. As the young Hyur walked up to the farmer, the old man began by asking, "Well now, you seem you have been walking for days son, you need anything? Us farmer folk don't get many people to drop by and say hi without a reason around here. What's your name son?" The friendly tone of the man's voice brought Numsgil's spirits up. "My name is Numsgil, you have a very nice ranch here. Do you by chance need a working hand? I don't ask for much, I've been in search of jobs to pay for my entrance to Ishgard." With a chuckle and a bright smile, the man put his hand on the young Numsgil's shoulder, "You can start tomorrow, the name's Dennis." The next morning Numsgil was awakened early dawn by the warking of Chocobos along with a pound of his door to his new room yelling, "NUMSGIL! GET UP! IT'S TIME TO CLEAN THE CHOCOBO STABLES THE POOP AIN'T GON' CLEAN ITSELF!" With a groan, the Hyur pushed his hair out of my face and began his first day as a farm boy. Another year passed. Numsgil learned many things from Dennis. He learned how to clean stables, take care of Chocobos, breed them, you name it. He even raised his own from an egg, the Chocobo's name was Gizmo. Gizmo had the most beautiful red feathers that he'd have ever seen. The Chocobo was fast. With the proper training from Dennis and Numsgil, Gizmo turned himself into one of the best racing Chocobos they'd have ever laid their eyes on. As the days gone by, Numsgil watched Gizmo run everyday around the farm as free as a kite. Another delivery was delivered to the farm. Like normal, the young Numsgil signed for it and the Post Master jumped back onto his Choco-Wagon and set off to his next destination. As he brought the package over to Dennis, Gizmo nudged his face into his shoulder and then to my face like normal Numsgil laughed and pet the top of Gizmo's head. In the bottom of Numsgil's eye he noticed a flyer laying securely on top of the package. It read, "ATTENTION CHOCOBO RACERS! THE TWELVESWOOD NATIONAL FESTIVAL IS LOOKING FOR CHOCOBO RACERS TO COMPETE IN THE CUP TO WIN A PRIZE OF 10,000 GIL!" As the Hyur's eyes read the amount of Gil, he nearly screamed. Running now to the house, Numsgil screamed for Dennis. With a quite sigh and a crack of his back, Dennis replied as he approached, "Oh ho-ho! Another package! But what's that thing on top of it?" Numsgil pointed at the money and he swore, he never saw Dennis jump so far out of his rocking chair his my life. A day after explaining that Gizmo and Numsgil could win the race, Dennis packed his things for him as Numsgil did my last round of check up on all the Chocobos. With a tear in Dennis's eye as he made his final goodbye with a firm hand shake, the old man grabbed Numsgil and gave him the biggest hug he'd ever received. Dennis never had much family so Numsgil was like a son to him. And with that, the green eye'd Hyur was off. Gizmo's feathers flowed through the air as the two ran against the wind, "HYAH!" Numsgil yelled. Gizmo warked and ran faster down the path North toward the The Twelveswood National Festival. ▼ OFF TO THE RACES!
A day passed. Gizmo and I finally arrived at the Festival, we were astonished by the lights and scenery of the place, Gizmo and I have never seen anything like it, laughing children and happy couples with Bubble Chocolate sticks were left and right, even Gizmo stopped to play with the children when they came up to pet him. Numsgil walked through the Chocobo Racer entrance as he signed us both up for the cup. Other racers felt stared at Numsgil with disgust as he walked to stable Gizmo for the night. Was it the lance on his back? No, it couldn't be... Other travelers with weaponry just like his walked through here as well... Shrugging it off, he smiled up at Gizmo as the cheery Chocobo smiled just as brightly back at him. A few days passed by as Gizmo and Numsgil waited patiently for the cup to start. Ringing came on the speakers all through out the Festival. A familiar woman's voice said, "The Chocobo Cup will be starting now, if you'd like to get front row seats, better get here fast!" With the last word from the announcer Numsgil heard behind the walls of the stables people screaming in excitement. "You ready, Gizmo? We're gonna win that prize money, okay?" Even though he knew he didn't understand a word Numsgil said, the cheery Chocobo put on a dorky smile and warked in excitement. The employees shortly took all the racers into the a sort of locker room to change. Numsgil slipped into tight jockey gear that had a logo on the front labeled, "TWELVESWOOD FESTIVAL" with some sort of design underneath and his last name on my back above his shoulder blades. Plopping on the helmet, Numsgil made his way to the race line. As he walked, he felt the stares yet again from the other racers. Finally getting sick of it, Numsgil turned his head to look back at one of the meanest, strongest looking racers. The Roegadyn quickly looked away with a nervous look in his profile. Numsgil chuckled slightly and walked out of the locker room. As he sat lazily on the back of Gizmo, Numsgil sighed and closed his eyes to get himself ready for the race. The booming voice of the announcer startled him, forcing his eyes open as he saw bright lights flashing on the other races including himself, the crowd roared. "WELCOME ALL, WELCOME ALL! THE TWELVESWOOD NATIONAL FESTIVAL IS PROUD TO PRESENT THE CHOCOBO CUP! WHO WILL WIN? WILL IT B-" The announcer obviously had the crowd's attention, cutting out the voices, Numsgil looked down at Gizmo to see that he'd began to flap his wings in excitement. The green eye'd Hyur was brought back to reality when the announcer announced his name. "LAST BUT NOT LEAST OUR NEWEST RACER, NUMSGIL MCMINNAR AND HIS CHOCOBO, GIZMO!" The crowed scream and cheered. With the saying of his name, Gizmo jumped and flailed his wings with excitement. The bright lights blinded Numsgil's eyes as he readied himself. A flying mechanical Moogle flew in front of the racers as it counted down. "3...2...1...GO!" With the last word, the Moogle made a shot noise and flew away and before Numsgil knew it, they were off. The race was intense, Gizmo ran as fast as he could, the feathers from the racer's Chocobo infront of us hit the Hyur's face. Getting tired of it, Numsgil yelled, "HYAH!" as they flew right past the three racers in front of them. Still in first place, they ran through the finish line to their final lap. The crowd began to chant their names. "You okay buddy?!" Numsgil yelled down at Gizmo, the cheery Chocobo replied back with a happy wark as he began to run as fast as he could. As they took the last turn to the finish line, Gizmo's leg gives out as Numsgil flew straight off, the crowd gasped and went silent.The other racers half way down the track behind them, Numsgil run as quickly as he could to Gizmo, trying to pick him up to get back on his feet. The red feathered Chocobo warked in pain and agony. Tears in his eyes, Numsgil yelled, "Come on buddy... We can make it!" Obviously in massive pain, Gizmo's eyes watered as he struggled to get back up. With all Numsgil's might, he bend down infront of his companion. "We can do this, buddy... Just a little bit further..." Numsgil pull Gizmo up to his feet as one racer flied by, winning first place and then another winning 2nd. Numsgil clamped his jaw as he helped pull him across the finishing line winning 3rd. With the racers still behind, Numsgil ran behind his Chocobo as he held his arms out toward them making sure they'd swerve around. Quickly after all the racers ran by, a medical team in Moogle mascots dispatched to Gizmo and put the bird onto a stretcher, bringing him to the medical bay of the Festival. Numsgil quickly ran to follow his Chocobo and was quickly stopped by one of the men in a mascot outfit, "No worries Mr. Mcminnar, we got him handled. Get your prize and come to the Medical Facility when you're finished." Numsgil nodded his head and watched Gizmo be dragged away, warking in pain. After winning the third place prize of 2,500 Gil, along with a congratulatory speech from the announcer, Numsgil changed back into his normal clothing and went to check on Gizmo. As he walked through the double doors to the nurse Numsgil state his name along with who he was looking for and she smiled, pointing down the hallway to my right. Walking with a quick pace in his step, Numsgil walked into the room with an Elezen doctor with a long, white beard inside, wrapping Gizmo's leg in a wrapping. Gizmo warked loudly with that same dorky smile he always gave Numsgil when he saw him. "How is he?" The doctor fixed his glasses as he held Gysahl Greens up to Gizmo's face, immediately beginning to munch away at the food in the doctor's hand. "He's doing just fine, see?" He smiled at the red feathered Chocobo, turning his attention back over toward Numsgil a moment later. "He just pulled his leg, it should heal in about a month of two." Numsgil sigh in relief, "Well, that's good. How much will this cost me?" The doctor smiled, fixing his glasses yet again with his free hand, "You're a contestant, it's all covered." Somehow, Gizmo understood, or maybe he felt the aura Numsgil gave off from being so much more relieved. The red bird warked and almost jumped off the wooden table to get to his owner, but the doctor thankfully stopped him before he could hurt himself again. After a long walk back, Gizmo and Numsgil finally arrived back home at Dennis's Chocobo Farm. As they approached the farm both of them could hear Dennis's booming voice, "NUUUUUUUMSGIIIIIL!!! DID YOU WIIIIIIIN!?!" Warking with excitement, despite his bad leg, Gizmo ran to the Farm as quickly as he could, jumping into Dennis, almost toppling him over. After a long explanation on what happened, Numsgil pulled out his pouch beginning to pour half of the earnings on the table next to the two. As the young Numsgil turned the pouch, Dennis laughed and pulling it right back up and handed it back with a huge smile. "You said you wanted to get through into Ishgardian gates didn't you? Use that money to get there! You earned all of that! You raised Gizmo over there, took care of him, and you won the prize money all on your own! You deserve it!" He stood there for a second, hands on his hips with a bright smile. Numsgil didn't know what to say. This man helped him, he taught him things he never would've learned just taking up a normal boring job, hell even brought Numsgil in like he was his own son. Not a second later, Numsgil jumped forward and gave Dennis the biggest hug he'd have ever gave anyone else in his whole life. "It's raining outside." Dennis said as he looked out toward the field of Chocobos, watching Gizmo jump and play with the others, "No it isn't, it's perfectly sunn-" Cutting him off Dennis said with a sniffle, "Yes it is." The old man muttered as tears ran down his face. After a few days of relaxing and doing his daily chores around the farm, Numsgil finally decided to count up all my earnings. 12,300 Gil! That was the right amount and even more! As the young Hyur walked into the main house where Dennis was, he asked if there was a possible way to get to Ishgard safely. The old fart told Numsgil and describes how it was to be on Chocobo back riding the lands all around Eorzea, going on for about an hour before the young Numsgil could even get to say another word, Dennis mentions that there was a carriage that let straight to the gate nearby. With a bright smile, Numsgil asked him if he could take him tomorrow. The old man nodded and began to make rations for the trip. ▼ WITH THE ENDING OF ONE ADVENTURE, BEGINS A NEW
The next morning comes as Numsgil woke up bright and early like normal to Dennis banging on his door, "NUMSGIL! GET UP! IT'S TIME TO GO! YOU'LL MISS YOUR CARRIAGE!" With the sound of the word, "carriage" Numsgil jumped, grab his newly bought sack that had everything packed from packing almost all night the night prior. "NUMSGIL DIDN'T YOU HEAR ME YOUR CA-" The young Numsgil opened the door as quickly as he can, "Ready!" Numsgil smile at Dennis. "Well, alrighty then! Let's get a move on!" The Hyur nodded as they walked down the stairs outside as he let all the Chocobos out. Hopping onto the back of Betsy, an old Chocobo that Dennis has since he was around 30 years old, he said to me with a smile, "Hop on. One last ride until you're in the big city." Numsgil nodded as he pet the top of Gizmo's head then hop onto his back. As we arrived at the Carriage Station a man is yelling, "ALL ABOARD! ONLY A COUPLE MORE MINUTES AND ALL CARRIAGES SETS OFF TO COERTHAS HIGHLANDS, CAMP DRAGONHEAD!" Dennis said with a smile, "I guess we made it just in time eh?" He looked over at Numsgil once he finishes his sentence, "So why do you want to go to Ishgard so badly for anyways? You never mentioned why" The young Hyur took a second to look at the row of Carriages that seemed to have Chocobos being fed strapped to the front, "I want to become a Dragoon just like my father and be his living Legacy. The lance I brought with me the first day I came to the Farm was the one my father left me before he left for War and never came home." Processing his reply, Dennis nods. "You'll go great places, Numsgil. You're a great kid. Knock some heads for me, yeah?" Nodding as Numsgil hopped off Gizmo's back, he gave the red feathered Chocobo one last hug as he layed his head over on my shoulder, "I will. I promise. I'll never forget what you did for me, Dennis. I owe you my life." Dennis chuckled his old man chuckle like normal, "Come back and visit some times y'hear?" Looking at Gizmo one last time with a smile, Numsgil saw his expression drop as he warked sadly. "I'll be back buddy... I promise, don't worry. I'll always be there with you. Okay? We'll run around the farm, who knows I may even bring you back to Ishgard with me one day!" Gizmo warked as he rubbed his face one last time across mine. "I promise I will, Dennis. Take care of all the Chocobos and make sure Gizmo get's a pretty lady alright?" Dennis laughed again with a wave, "You got it." After Numsgil payed for his ticket, he gave it to the ticket clerk and walked up into line to get seated. Running to the back of the carriage as the engines begin and whistle in the back. He waved to the closest thing he's ever had to a family was the hardest thing he'd ever did. Tears rolled down Numsgil's face, a sad smile managing to form on his lips as he heard all the Chocobos wark and flap their wings as the Carriages took off. This was it. Numsgil's life finally started here. He turned around to see the tree roll by as the carriages just kept being pulled further and further from where they started. Numsgil sighed and looked forward as he relived his life through his mind. All the training, all the bullies he pushed away to help kids being bullied on, his mother's death and how he tried his best to keep her going, Dennis bringing him in like he was his own, taking care of all the Chocobos, raising Gizmo, raising him and working hard to get where he was now. It made him sad to leave, but he have to move on. As the carriage arrived into the walls of Camp Dragon Head, Numsgil slung his sack over his shoulder, fixing the lance on his back. Jumping off the carriage, the young Hyur breathed in the cold are deeply before exhaling slowly and making his was to Ishgardian gates. "Halt! What is your business?" A young sounding Elezen guard stopped him. "I'd like to speak with, Ser Ubrex Nourepeois ple-" A raspy voice interrupted as another Elezen in chain armor walked up, except for a different logo on his chest. "You... I never thought you'd come back." Shrugging, the bright spirited Numsgil pulled up the seperate sack of Gil with exactly 8,000 Gil inside that he counted on the way to Camp Dragonhead, holding it forward. "I worked hard just like I said I would." Despite the iron of the helmet hiding the Elezen's face, it was obviously that Numsgil had brought him to a smile. "If anyone is as hard working as you and is so dedicated to work in our walls, then I'll be damned to let them in. Open the gates!" The last words echo'd through the pillars and stone walls around as the giant iron gates moved open slowly. "Welcome to Ishgard. Follow me." The raspy voiced Elezen bowed after taking the sack of Gil in hand, furthermore starting a chain of event of every other guard bowing. A bright smile on his face, Numsgil nodded before picking up his feet to follow the same guard that instructed him to follow. Standing in awe for a moment, Numsgil stared at the misty fog that stood between the gate and Ishgard before stepping foot through the gates to follow and forge his new life as a Dragoon of Ishgard. ▼ To Begin A New Life (Stormblood)
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Numsgil McMinnar The Returned
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"Y'know, I use to think this placed used to be so beautiful before I left to become a Dragoon back in the day, but now that I'm back; it's just hot as Ifrit's arse. Makes me actually miss the snow. Wait... WHAT DO YOU MEAN THERE'S NO CACTUARS IN GRIDANIA?!"
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Halone, the Fury  CITIZENSHIP Ishgard ☩ ─ VITAL RECORDS
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